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#but its a feeling that ive yet to see anywhere else

shotmrmiller · 4 months

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fwb! ghost brainrot ive officially decided its gotta turn into ghoap x reader or im gonna eat my flextape. hopefully i can connect this one to the first one. team fix your plotholes or else, perra.

Fwb! Simon who just turned exclusive doesn’t want anyone to know about the two of you. Can’t say it doesn’t sting but as he said, you asked for a fuck, not a boyfriend. You understand because you aren’t sure Johnny would take too kindly to his best friend being disrespected in bed by someone he knows is a bonafide manwhore.

So when Johnny pulls a pretty woman at the bar y'all are in, he also brings her friend for Simon, and that makes you prickle with jealousy. With a huff, you turn to face the crowd— away from the bitch putting her manicured hands on Simon. You’d like to believe that he is reciprocating her attention because if he doesn’t, Johnny would find it suspicious. But the way he wraps his arm around her waist, flirting back so effortlessly, reminds you of his ways. Of how he is.

Simon isn’t stupid. He wasn’t a part of the elite force Johnny’s in only because of his brawn. He was also brain. And that infuriates you. Talking to Simon is like dealing with a fucking genie. Better be specific to the minute detail or anything that’s left to assumption is free game.

Grabbing Johnny’s forearm to get his attention, he doesn’t look at you— too busy sweet-talking his next conquest, so you dig your nails into his skin. You see him wince and pull away roughly to sneer at the offender, but then his features smooth out instantly, once he realizes it’s you. Ice-blue eyes slightly unfocused from the alcohol in his system, yet it feels like all he can see is you. His reaction makes your heart skip a beat, how quickly he ignores everything around him— puts everything on the backburner if you need something from him. You can't help the pleased smile that curls your lips at the realization.

“Hey, Johnny boy. I’ma go pay the tab,” and then you flick your eyes to the woman, “ do not leave without me.”

“Dinnae worry, hen, as if I’d ever leave ye anywhere.” Your smile turns gloriously smug when you see the woman look at you in undisguised contempt. Blessed be Johnny, always in your corner. With another squeeze to his forearm, you chuckle when you hear a “Claws in, kitten!” and move to get up when you notice Simon no longer flirting with miss thing, but intently looking at Johnny’s forearm, which still has the half-moon marks of your nails on it. His gaze then snaps to yours, with an almost knowing glint behind them.

You roll your eyes and briskly walk to the bartender, flagging him down. When the bartender gives you the receipt to sign, a voice asks if he can buy you a drink. Sighing, you turn around to tell whoever that you aren’t interested.

“Incredibly generous, but—” and freeze. “Long time no see, eh?”

It’s your ex. You ended things amicably enough— surprising, for him having been your first boyfriend, first everything, really. Y’all just outgrew each other emotionally. Hugging him, you exclaim, “Jesus Christ, how’ve you been! It’s been far too long. What’re you doin’ here?”

He responds, “I was just in town and figured I could get a drink, maybe some company,” you don’t miss the implication of that, but choose to ignore it.

“How’s that goin’ for ya?”, and then he reaches out to grab your wrist and runs his thumb over your knuckles. “I’ve got you now, don’t I? You look fantastic.” You’re about to let him down lightly when your hand is snatched out of his, and you’re forcibly pulled against someone, strong arm over your shoulders.

“Whatever ye wan’ with her, the answer is naw. ” Johnny. You smother the slight pang of disappointment in your chest, how silly of you to think it could’ve been Simon.

“Forever the guard dog, eh, John?” and Johnny’s arm tightens almost painfully and snarls.

“Still around, are ye? Just like a roach, boy.” Johnny and your ex never got along— always a pissing contest. You have an inkling that it’s because of how close you two were and still are.

Your ex scoffs loudly at him, then looks at you. “It’s your choice, unless you’ve got a boyfriend?” and you shake your head. Johnny pulls you to stand in front of him, both arms holding you close.

“She doesnae. No one’s good enough fer her. Including ye.”

Sucking your teeth, you sink your nails into Johnny’s forearm, again. “I think that’s for me to decide, no?” and pull at his arms to release you. “You’ve got some nerve, Johnny, bringing me here just to watch you and Ghost—” when you’re roughly pulled to the side, held down by a much larger body. Simon. Your heart hammers in your chest. How long has he been standing here?

He lowers his mouth to your ear and sternly says, “Behave, pet. The sergeant said no. End of story.”

When he uses that voice, all you can do is obey.

“And who’re you?” You can feel Simon stand to his full height, broad shoulders straightening, posturing. Even slouched, he towered over your ex but standing like this, exuding strength and authority, it’s almost comical how large of a difference there is between them two— especially with you in his arms.

“I’m guard dog number two,” and your ex pales slightly. “I’d fuck off,” and Simon points towards the exit with his head, “Now.” He stiffens for a second, eyes bouncing between Johnny and Simon, and bolted—like prey after detecting predators. Not even a goodbye. You don't know if to applaud his sense of self-preservation or curse his cowardice.

Johnny grabs your hand and leads you out the door, slinging his arm over you as y’all walk towards his home.

“Yer not mad, are ye?” and you keep quiet, he has always hated the silent treatment. “Bonnie—” and Simon cuts him off.

“Who was that?” and Johnny looks back to answer. “Her ex-boyfriend. Very first one, wasn’t he, hen?” You dig your elbow into his ribcage and hiss out, “Johnny, you dolt! There is no need for you to be sharing that!”

He laughs and brings your head in to kiss your temple. “I’m jus’ sayin’! Hen, no one out here is worth yer time. Ye cannae be mad at me for speakin’ the truth.” Exhaling, you curl your arm around his waist, going under his shirt to squeeze his waist.

“Yeah, yeah. Guess I’ll just have to fill the void with you,” and Johnny swiftly continues your sentence. “And Ghost.”

Absentmindedly, you nod. “And Ghost.”

Had you been paying attention, you would’ve seen the way he and Ghost shared a calculated look before Johnny pressed another kiss a little closer to your mouth.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you

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cup1dt3a · 1 year

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hi, if you dont mind me requesting, how about a wally darling x gn reader where they are the villain of the show, but like,, unintentionally. they are vv clumsy and knock into shelves at howdys, trip eddie on his mail route, ruin julies chalk games, etc. and every time they feel horrible, but run away because they are scared of confrontation. so one day they knock over all of wallys paints while hes stepped away, and when he goes to their house to give them a piece of his mind, he finds them crying and ranting to their cat about how bad they feel but how scared they are to apologize (sorry if its too long!! ive had this idea in my head all day lol)

A poor soul who is mistaken for the villain being a victim to their own clumsiness. I love it! Hope you’re having a good day or that it gets better! Also you’re fine I love it when I get descriptive requests! ⚠️⚠️warning: Angst

“ Oh no! No no no!” You gasped panicking over the now kicked over bucket of paints.

All you wanted to do was take a closer look at Wally’s newest artwork on the large canvas. But no you just had to accidentally step into one of the paint cans. As you tried to get your leg out of it you had only made things worse. Sloshing paint everywhere, knocking down more cans, tubes, and almost the canvas. But you had managed to save in it your colossal pile of mistakes. As you finally got your foot out after jerking it out the heavy can you had noticed a small smudge of red paint. Your heart beat quickened. You ruined it! You ruined all of Wally’s hard work, hours, seconds, and passion. You just ruined it!

Why are you like this? Well that’s obvious. You’re the town screw up. The pushover who always ruins everything. You sometimes avoid going anywhere for months because you’re too scared to ruin something else. For instance one time when you were just looking the ingredients you needed to bake a cake as an apology to Julie for accidentally giving her poisonous flowers. They had all of her favorite colors , but turns out hot pink can literally burn your eyes. You had knocked down two shelves after hitting your head on them. You didn’t know what to do or how to handle all the eyes on you so you ran. Just like with Julie after giving her the flowers you ran. Just like with Frank when you accidentally tore half a page in one of his books. Just like with everyone else you always ran away.

Just like right now as you ran away from an enraged Wally who had just came out of home. Frozen in shock taken back by his usual cheeky smile now gone and replaced with an annoyed look. So you rushed to your only sanctuary as always your house.

You apologized as you ran back to your own house. You panted slamming the door as you knees curled into the floor of your home. You just wanted to look at someone’s painting and yet instead of being able to admire their work you ruined it just like every thing else. All except for one soul in this name uttered your name with a scowl. Well if they could and it was your pet cat Mr.Wiggles. He was an adorable spynx cat who you one day found out all alone in the rain in a battered up box. His red eyes may have made him look scary but you find them enduring from how much love he always showed once you were in the room. On days when you let him wander around with you to most he would look like your evil sidekick ,but to you he looked like a little angle just wanting to make friends. It’s almost like you were both on the same boat of being the outcasts of the group.

You sat on the cold floors as Mr. Wiggles came to your aid at the hurried slam of your front door. Meowing attentively as if he was trying to ask what was the matter. Seeing as you were once again crying once home. Curling beside you as he tried to comfort you.

“ Thanks buddy, but I don’t think we’ll be welcome here anymore.” You sniffled trying to hold back the rest of your tears.

“ I’m fine I just…screwed up…again!” Your voice cracked as the tears poured down once again while you trembled from each sob.

This was outrageous! How and why do you always keep on doing this!? Tube after tube of his new paints were ruined. Even his brand new canvases he laid out behind his latest work. Everything ruined and covered in the new paints. Were you just trying to make everyone feel bad? Every time you came out of your lair you always ruined something. For instance with Julie you made her sick for a week with flower pox! You had tripped Eddie while he was out on his daily run to Franks house. Burnt Poppy’s cookies when she asked you to watch over them. Ripped a book of Franks favorite book sure it was Frank, but even he wouldn’t do that to that to him. You had made a huge hole in Sally’s now broken stage. You knocked down two displays in Howdy’s store and didn’t even try to help. The worst one was with your evil little cat. He had pounced onto Barnaby’s head.

And now you decided to ruin his work. That was the last straw. Chance after chance was given to you, but now it seems like you’re just testing your luck.

“ How does someone even manage to achieve all this in under 5 minutes!?” He frustrates at the ruined paints.

His cavas had a small smudge of red paint on it thankfully. Everything except his painting was mainly ruined. But just why do you do this? The first few times when you first came here everyone brushed it off as small accidents, but it was just a constant cycle of ruining things. So he had no choice, but to try and confront you. To see just why you kept doing this. And to give you a piece of his mind once and for all.

As he greeted a few of his neighbors while he stomped over to your own home he eventually came to the dark and gloomy home of yours. Already giving him chills down his spine as he was about to knock on the door. But he soon had heard sobbing and continuous meows. Concerned he looked around to see where they were coming from and noticed one of your darkly colored windows opened still. He sneaked around the corner peeking through the cracked window.

“ I know I know! It’s just that whenever I make a mistake and try to help I just can’t stand trying to talk to anyone.” You cried.

“ I just want to be friends and make up for my mistakes, but every time I try I make a new one! I even ruined Wally’s beautiful painting and got Julie sick! I’m just a horrible person aren’t I?” You ranted to Mr. Wiggles.

“ It’s just like every other neighborhood I’ve gone to! Soon enough they’ll all start hating me and want me gone again.” You cried now uncontrollably sobbing.

He then felt pity for you as you cried out to your cat now holding him close. Just as he was about to try and comfort you he soon tripped over a stray thick vine in your almost dead garden.

“ Wha..What was that!?” You gasped startled as you slowly got up hurriedly seeing who had just yelped outside your open window.

“ Hello Neighbor!” Wally popped up from the outside of your window startling you.

“ H-Hi…I swear I didn’t mean to knock over your paints! I just…I swear it was an accident!” You sniffled.

“ I know. I didn’t mean to ease drop, but I heard everything you said. But I just wanted to say sorry to you. ” He chuckled trying to lighten up the mood even as your glazed eyes still threatened to draw tears again while you used to window as a fence between the two of you.

You shyed away from his gaze as you croaked out “ Why… I’ve done nothing, but ruin everything since I got here?”

“ Well we haven’t been the best of neighbors to you. I don’t even think I’ve even tried to get to know you.” He said as you rubbed your eyes trying not to cry again.

“So how about we give this another shot?” He asked extending his hand out for you with a comforting smile.

“ I’d like that a lot… Neighbor.” You smiled getting up from the barrier you of your window taking his hand.

Maybe things will be different this time.

Thank you all so much for reading this all the way here! Hope you’re all doing well or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3A 💌

#welcome home #wally darling #gender neutral reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #wally darling x reader #Angst #welcome home angst

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gettinshiggywithit · 10 months

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「ʜᴏᴍᴇ」

Scenario:- Chuuya helps the reader through a tough night.

Pairings:- chuuya x gn!reader (highschool au)

Genre:- comfort?

Type:- oneshot

A/N:- HEY THEREEE!okay yes ive been pretty dead on here but I promise that’s only because of school! Hope this piece isnt cringey and see yall soon!🥲

“Help”

Was all he got

11.52

Eight minutes to midnight.

And he gets this?

A cryptic ominous and yet terrifying message from his beloved.

He contemplates what he should do.Does he let you sleep it off or does he go to you?

He decides it’s too risky to let the former happen so he settles on the latter. He goes to you. He goes to you in the dead of night.

Chuuya Nakahara was by no means a stranger to the rather tricky art of climbing into someone’s room via their window,but when in haste anyone would mess up.

Nevertheless he climbed up,landed on your balcony and knocked three times.paused and then knocked twice.it was the little indicator the two of you had decided on to make sure you knew it was him and not some stranger.

He could see you from his place on the balcony.

you were bent over your phone,typing furiously,your feet crossed and on your bed.

You didnt hear him.

So he shoots you a text,

surely you’ll see it?

A simple

“Im here”

Your head shoots up and you dart to your window,pulling the almost transparent curtains back,you open the window-esque door and he steps right in. Sure he wasnt the biggest guy,but he was nimble and quick oh his feet.packing a punch capable of knocking out someone twice,no, thrice! His size. with an attitude that scared off bullies and a sense of charisma that could charm anyone,he was perfect.

But most importantly,he made you feel safe.

at home.

Something even your own house failed to do.

He opens his arms and you slowly walk into them,your hands wrapping themselves around his slender torso and holding onto him with a death grip.

As he began to rub your back and sway just a little you began to cry.

Tears streamed down your face and stained his hoodie but he didnt care. His shirt could be washed,cleaned or even replaced.But not you. Never you.

And when the sniffling crying and shaking lessened,he pulled away a little and looked at your face before slowly lowering both you and himself to the fuzzy blue carpet under your feet.

When he looked at your face he was met with puffy eyes a leaky nose and a sight which broke his heart.

He first felt anger then fear then concern as he tried to figure out what to do.

He wanted to end whoever did this but he needed you to be okay first.

For a senior in high school,he acted more like an adult than anyone you knew;other than your classmate kunikida,that is.

He took the end of his hoodie sleeve,made a little sweater paw and wiped your tears away,reaching into his pocket and pulling out his emergency tissues for your nose.

And as he was finishing up, he looked at you,with the softest gentlest look in his eyes,asking, “what happened y/n?”

You sighed heavily at that.

“I wanna go home…”

This statement took him by surprise!

But You were already in your home? Where else could there be?

If you could name a place,he made an internal decision to take you there where ever it may be,right then and there.

He could deal with your parents later,they both loved and trusted him like their own so it’d be a breeze.just as long as you were okay.

“But how-“

“You”

“Oh”

You held him closer at that,as if you believed he would simply vanish into thin air.

He too held you close,giving you a kiss on the forehead and urging you to go ahead and talk about it if you wished to.

“Its just that,im sick of everything…of home of school,of life,of needing to be happy! I dont want it anymore!i want peace i want calm I want home. Youre all I have only you and what if you get tired of me i wont have a home again.ill be alone alone alone alone alone alone alo-“

He listened to you with concern and then his hands went to your shoulders.

“Hey! Hey! Im not going anywhere and youre not going to be alone not on my watch!and definitely not off my watch!”

You sniffed at that.

“Promise?” “Please?”

And his only reply was to nod,the sincerest nod in existence.

“Thank you….”

You said as you brought your head back to his chest.

“Anytime love…do you wanna talk about it?”

“No….not right now….please ?”

“Sure,im here for whenever you need me.what can i do?”

“Please stay…i cant be-be alone….please?”

“Mhmm dont worry…m’not goin anywhere..”

“Thank you…”

“Always”

And so you sat there,just the two of you in a dark room past midnight.

He rocked you,hummming softly and when he realized you’d fallen asleep,he lay you down gently on your bed and places your blanket and favorite plushy over and beside you.

Be waits thirty minutes more and when he’s totally sure you’re out like a light,he leaves.

When you wake up you vaguely remember the previous nights proceedings and when he asks you if you’re okay,you nod rather embarrassed. He looks at you and gives you a quick peck before you both go hand in hand to your next class.

(He lets you hold his hand during class if you need it too❤️)

Tagging:- @diagonal-queen @kemis-world

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moonfungers · 1 month

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this is sort of random as hell but i can't help but think of like. a funger termina isekai fic. 💀 no but like. FEAR AND HUNGER IS THE WORST universe to be inside, really. it's all misery!!! pain!! suffering!! and i'm just picturing this like, regular person gets transported into the universe and just absolutely loses her shit bc she KNOWS, she KNOWS DAMN WELL exactly how she's screwed, far better than anyone else!! she's played the games dozens and dozens of times, died so many times, and now she's IN that setting, she's in that world, and death is now PERMANENT with REAL stakes. she knows the entire game like the back of her hand, but what does it matter, bc it's fear and hunger. there's only so much knowledge that can help you . .

in my head, in a lot of isekai fic and stuff, ocs tend to like, hide the fact that they know things? but i feel like a modern-day oc who gets transported into fear and hunger would be forced into a position where she has to be honest bc its the best chance of survival. this isn't a game where she can just follow the right steps, recruit the people, get them to do the things, this is now real and dangerous and terrifying, and she knows that she can't do it alone.

and i'm just picturing like. d1, she wakes up before everyone else, loses her shit, and then promptly refuses to let ANYONE leave the train. no no but like, also can you picture what im seeing, this woman just pacing back and forth frantically, very clearly losing it, and she's like "you fuckers are not going ANYWHERE, we are all traveling TOGETHER, bc you all do not understand how much danger we're in" and then the others are like, you know, the train just stopped, weird dream, they haven't even been to prehevil yet so they don't know how fucked up everything is over there, and now this random stranger is just losing her shit, they don't take her seriously bc honestly who would, and so she just. she just starts fucking putting them on blast

"o'saa i know you went into the dungeons and nasrah's with you" "pav you will SIT your motherfucking ass down, you do not stand a chance against the fucking kaiser and it isn't even the REAL one you fucking idiot"

"levi i know youre going thru like. withdrawal right now and its totally ok and we have a doctor here and i will get you some heroin if i need to but like please dont run off where i cant find you"

and just basically knows stuff she absolutely shouldn't know, and she's like "YOU GUYS GOTTA BELIEVE ME BC OTHERWISE WE WILL LITERALLY ALL DIE, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND. there is only ONE way to guarantee us to live and im telling you this bc i know how screwed we are and i cant do it alone ive never even held a fucking weapon in my entire LIFE i just play video games at home-" and also how fucked up is it, that this isekai oc would know damn well that no matter what, someone has to die? like. you either kill everyone else and like get sulfurized/escape, you get moonscorched bc you run out of time, or someone has to become one with logic. aka to get the best "everyone lives" run, someone still needs to die

idk my brain just had this pop into my brain and won't let it go. it'd like, a cliche trope ofc, but i feel like in the context of fear and hunger, it'd be just so horrifying and awful and so WONDERFUL to read

bc its like, fear and hunger is a game series that we know damn well is a horrible like, UNIVERSE to be in, its depressing and awful for the characters who live in it, but can you imagine the ripe ANGST of having an isekai oc from our world go into it? they have our world as a reference point, in the way none of the other characters do, bc this is their world, they don't know anything else, how could they? but this isekai oc would just be so fucking-- innocent in the way the others aren't, bc she hasn't lived through the horrible F&H world and like, the dynamic there is so so interesting too bc all of the characters in termina, all of them on that train are AWARE or have been involved/done bad things, and this here is a character who hasn't, who hasn't seen blood or misery for her entire fucking LIFE. she'd be an "everyman" character by our standards, you know, but by their standards? she'd be such a fucking anomaly with the shit she says, the things she believes in. and also, you know, the fact she knows things about all of them and the situation they're in she has absolutely no right to know and its so SO interesting to think about, actually?? like genuinely losing my mind thinking about this rn

#fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger termina spoilers #rambles #funger #f&h #fear and hunger #my post #god i rambled so hard #if anyone has other thoughts on this idea please ramble too im kjfldsjfksd #I HAVE NO IDEA IF ANYONE WILL EVEN READ THIS #BUT RAAHHHHH

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egophiliac · 1 year

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hi, just wanted to say I've just started to get into Twisted Wonderland and binge read your comics and content for it, it was really fun to read! i love how you draw the different characters' expressions! im still super new to it (haven't played the game yet but i got kinda hooked on reading the main story after looking it up by chance) but id love to play it eventually! do you have any suggestions on what to look up/read next as far as character backstories/interactions go? ive really enjoyed the parts from the birthday events (? i think?) that you have done comics from, they sound really fun! thanks for your time!

oh boy, GET READY because the personal stories/vignettes are where the real meat lies. like, the main story is the main draw, of course, and for good reason -- I am champing as the start of episode 7 grows nearer -- but Twst's strength is definitely in its enjoyable characters and their slice-of-life interactions in Zany Magic School. and fortunately, there's a lot of them!

(sorry this got so long, I have many feelings about anime characters)

most of the stories and events don't have a specific chronology aside from taking place sometime after episode 2 of the main story, so once you've gotten that far you're good to jump in almost anywhere! (the more recent events, starting with Fairy Gala IF, are explicitly set after episode 6 -- though if you're going off of the English version then I don't think any of them have been released yet.) event cards also assume that you've gone through the event story first and usually have spoilers or references for it. otherwise there's no real order, so you can just pick a character you like or event you think looks interesting and go from there!

one of the things I really like about Twst is that interactions aren't limited to defined groups -- everyone has inter-dorm friendships and clubs and sub-friend groups and opinions on everyone else that range from "well, I don't know if we're exactly friends, but we study together sometimes" to "I would literally die and/or murder for him" (and sometimes "I would literally die and/or murder for him but he won't let me >:("). characters pop up in each other's stories all the time, and pretty much everyone gets some extra depth or development to them that doesn't come out in the main story, so I do think it's worth it to read through at least a few for every character.

like, if you just go through the main story, you only really get to see Nice Mom Friend Trey, and not that he's actually kind of a petty asshole who is weirdly obsessed with dentistry and goes around sticking his hands in people's mouths. everybody has things like that! Jade is super into mushrooms! Leona is a feminist! Malleus has an intense emotional attachment to his tamagotchi! Cater participates in shallow consumerism because nothing in life has any meaning and actually his friends are pretty worried about him!

tl;dr read everything because this game knows what it's about and that's ✨Characters✨

#twisted wonderland #some exec at the mouse house was like 'okay we have a big castle full of sparkly anime boys'#'what more do we need'#and from a shadowed corner comes the voice of a wise sage #'make them all so stupid. just the biggest dumbasses. there should be not a single braincell amongst them.'#'what...like...even the headmaster?'#'oh my god ESPECIALLY the headmaster'

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 16 days

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I’ve been spending the past like hour looking at your page I love it sm! I have some questions :3 1. Does Rosie have a design in your au yet? I’d love to see her being actually super scary- 2. Do velvette and vox know how Val treats angel? 3. Where is angel’s brother. Just what is he doing in hell.

Just for you anon I have drawn Rosie incredibly quickly and she kind of looks like garbage but ive never drawn her before im so sorry

For any issues in this (a few I can already spot) I will be fixing when I work on her full body design 🙏 I like her original smile and hollow eyes but honestly sunken in eyes that are barely visible are a lot scarier to be so she gets that. Ive also considered making her blind but we’ll see if I go through with that (I would love to design her a really fancy white cane though… something with that umbrella it does things to me..)

As for Vox and Velvette, I don’t think Velvette is anywhere near as aware as Vox is. The majority of her knowledge is some horrible things have probably happened but she’s never seen it or explicitly gotten any confirmation her suspicions are true so she refrains from prying into it because it’s “not her problem” and finding out would make things more complicated for her image and work, though she absolutely does hat Valentino and is 100% okay with killing him and has discussed kicking him out with Vox multiple times, however they have yet to settle on this.

Vox is definitely aware of what Valentino does but doesn’t actively engage himself in it aside from very sparse talks with Angel on set that usually involves Angel becoming irritable or jittery in Vox’s presence. Vox does detest Valentino’s behaviour and treatment of Angel and will frequently roll his eyes at the mention of Angel since in his mind “its always something with him” and by now any complaints Valentino has about Angel get filtered out after so many years of hearing the most mundane things Valentino is upset about. (ie. Angel moving even though he didn’t live with Valentino to begin with) Even though he heavily disapproves of what Valentino does he still turns a blind eye to it and leaves Angel with little to no help, only ever giving him a few words of advice or a brief warning if Valentino is in a bad mood that day.

Velvette is also unaware of Vox and Valentino’s actual situation as well as basically everyone else. On the surface they come off as “friends with benefits” however Vox is in a (very loosely) similar situation to Angel. Valentino will make similar threats and statements to Vox as he does Angel and currently, Vox doesn’t realise that Valentino is exploiting him. As of now, he hasn’t processed “I don’t actually want to be doing this” or “I am uncomfortable in this situation”. He is still suffering the effects of an abusive work relationship since Valentino does still hit and yell at him, he just hasn’t processed the sexual aspect of what they do was pushed onto him unnaturally rather than him consenting to it openly. Hopefully this makes sense? If it doesn’t feel free to DM me about it or send in another ask and I can clarify more

Angel’s brother currently is still in the mafia and is mingling with crime as usual, however a decent few years ago he ended up gambling away +65% of the families earnings at Husk’s casino back when he was an overlord and ended getting himself stripped of all respect and ranking and is currently attempting to repay his family and work his way back up while trying not to get killed. He is also vaguely homophobic still but has become more tolerant of it after being around and meeting more people. He definitely doesn’t think its “natural” but he knows when to keep his mouth shut and will probably understand more about it someday. Not anytime soon though. He also hasn’t seen Angel for around 8-10 years now and by seen I really just mean yelled at him from across the street and then got a brick thrown at him probably

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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

PART IV. Temperance

--- The previous parts of the fic can be found in the pinned post of my profile. Hope you enjoy! ---

cw: afab! reader, reader is a stand user, sfw, nightmare sequences, "and there was one bed", joot being in denial of his feels

Word count: 8641

The crew books into a hotel in Singapore and to pass the time they have before they could travel to their next destination, you decided to take a walk around the place accompanied by the delinquent, who ever more so, tries to navigate his emotions around you.

When you woke, your head spun and a subtle ring flooded your hearing. You opened your eyes and you faltered, breath hitching at the sight of a familiar grand staircase, the polished marbled floor, the lifeless pure white walls and its black accents, the stiff light fixtures, and the unnecessary space that made up the foyer.

There were 3 paths you knew you were allowed to take- the dining room past the stairs, the hallway leading to the study hall to the east, and the work office to the west.

Where the old sound of piano keys being played chimed at the very moment.

Your hands turned clammy at your sides. You hated the piano. The notes it played. ‘I don’t want to be here. This is a dream’ is what you should have thought, and yet-

You head west, your bare feet walking across the shining floor as you passed the entryway and entered the unwelcoming area. Shelves bearing trophies and plaques and other fancy décor lined the room with a singular desk situated at near the end of the space, and a piano placed behind the workplace.

But no one sat at its seat. You were about to leave confused, until-

“How rude of you to make a visit and leave without even greeting your dear mother.”

Your breath stilled as the voice spoke from behind you. You jumped forward and looked back, heart racing as you looked at a ghostly figure standing before you. One look and you knew it wasn’t human with its disfigured head, obsidian skin with a silk red imitation of clothing, pupil-less eyes, clawed hands, and a black steam emanating from its body.

‘A Stand?! In my head?!’ You know it was. What else would look so strange yet so humanoid? But the way it carried itself down to its gagging sweet voice, you could tell it was none other than the woman who birthed you.

“Don’t be stern now princess. Come,” it opened its arms. “Give mommy a hug. Mommy missed you so much.”

“Who the fuck are you?!” You bit back and prepared to summon Sanctuary to your side. “You’re not her. You can’t be.”

The creature lifted its chin, pompously laughing as it dropped its arms, not caring if you were aggressive toward it. “Why the anger flower? I just wanted to see my little daughter again after you left your poor mother at home all alone.”

“And of course, it’s me silly child,” the entity crooned. “You would know my lovely voice anywhere, right?”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about but you know damn well why I left and just like then, I’m leaving now. I don’t know how but I’m going to.”

The moment you turned around is when its cold hand gripped your shoulder from behind. You gasped. ‘How did- ‘

“I’m not letting your little rebellious side slip so easily this time.” It whispered beside your ear, freezing you on the spot. “This is my house and when you are in here, you have to listen to my rules.” It tightened its hold, pain starting to grow on your skin. “It’s for your own good.”

“You know I’ll treat you nicely if you behave, right princess?” The lady chuckled and you lashed out, the second you brought out Sanctuary-

You gasped awake, jolting slightly that stirred the stowaway Anne beside you and probably Polnareff sitting on the other side, but one glance and the Frenchman was still asleep. In fact, everyone was in this small wooden boat at the first crack of morning.

Events of what just happened were incomprehensible for the untrained man. One moment, the fake captain’s boat exploded, the next you found yourself half-sunken through a freighter ship’s deck, only to find out from Jotaro that the ship was a Stand in itself with a perverted orangutan as its user. Adding your little dilemma to the list was not helping either.

Your hand came to grasp the shoulder she held and with deep breaths in the nose and out the mouth, patted the area in timed intervals just like you were taught to do. Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.

“Oi, are you feeling alright?” You blinked out of your mantra to look at the delinquent staring across from you, crossed armed with one eye open and a lit cigarette between his teeth. “You gasped so loud I’m surprised neither of your seatmates hadn’t woken up.”

“Maybe you just have exceptional hearing Jotaro-san,” you whispered back with a smile that looked convincingly like it didn’t came from a person who just had a bad dream. “I’m fine, but thanks for your concern.”

“Concern? You move too much. Keep it up and you’ll tip us over.”

“Says the person who’s bigger and heavier than me.”

You let out a tiny smirk at how the latter clicked his tongue, grumbling as he tipped his hat over his eyes as either an excuse to no longer look at you or to hide some color in his cheeks.

You let him be and waited for the sun to rise where a rescue boat would arrive and pick everyone up. You never went back to sleep.

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“Hey there, good afternoon! We’re just dropping by for a day or two. Do you, by any chance, have any single rooms available? Let’s say for… 6 people?”

True to their word, the Foundation found about the incident at sea and sent out a boat to fetch your team as all of you had expected. They brought you to a port in Singapore and after consoling Anne and sending her off with some cash and a friendly goodbye, Joseph had found a nearby hotel they could stay in for 2 days while their next transportation was being prepared.

All leading up to the old man looking for rooms while you and the others stood back. “Oh, we’re sorry sir. All the single rooms have been fully booked as of the moment.”

“Twin rooms?”

“All booked.”

“Do you have any other room that’s available?”

“We currently only have 3 double rooms-“

“We’ll take it!” Joseph gleefully exclaimed, slamming the cash on the counter and startling the poor receptionist while she looked for the room keys. Handing them over, he turned around and addressed the group with the keys dangling in his hand. “Time for room assignments. Avdol and I will take 902-“

“Kakyoin and I will take 905!” Polnareff barged in, swiping one of the keys off from the old man’s hand, all while he had his other arm slung over the cherry-haired student’s shoulders. You stared at him with wide eyes and the guy had the audacity to wink at your vicinity. Kakyoin shared the same confusion you had for a second before catching onto the Frenchman’s ploy with an impressed smile.

You made a face back at him.

“Well, that leaves Jotaro and Y/N for Room 907.” The older adult chuckled, offering the last key to the 2 of you, and just like Polnareff, Joseph winked at you. “Good luck or should I say… lucky you little miss.”

You could’ve sworn most of your face had become a heater in a short amount of time. You nervously laughed, hands waving in frantic motions above your chest. “Now hold on everyone, what’s with this innuendo going on? We’re just sharing a room like the rest of you-“

“For fuck’s sake, everyone’s taking too long.” Before you could grab hold of the key, Jotaro had snatched it off first and turned to the elevators with the intention of entering his room. You didn’t follow him immediately as you were too busy chatting with your teammates despite your flustered predicament, refuting them that they were simply sharing a room.

“Oi! You coming or not?” You snapped your head to the delinquent’s direction and saw him standing there, head turned to look over his shoulder with his hands still in his pants’ pockets.

You nodded with a hand risen to motion him to wait for you to collect your bearings and deliver one last sentiment of defense against their wish fulfillment. With an unconvincing huff, you turned on your heels and trailed behind the tall teenager.

All sorts of conversation topics began to brew in your head as you two headed to your room, ready to unleash them into this probably unsuspecting teenager, but it occurred to you that… again… you were sharing a room with Jotaro Kujo. A person of the opposite sex who was at the same age as you, notoriously known to have a cold disposition.

Said person reached your shared room and placed the key in. I just hope there’d be two beds.

Alas, expectations were shoved down the drain when upon stepping into the place, the first thing your eyes landed on was the one double bed. Of course… the two beds arrangement would be called twin rooms.

“Hey, just to let you know,” you let out a nervous chuckle, glancing at Jotaro with slight precaution. “Everyone else has the same room as us so don’t complain or hold some deep-seated grudge against them or me for that matter.”

“Good grief, who said I was complaining?”

You blinked, watching as the delinquent walked past you and over to slide the door to the balcony open with the purpose of smoking as he usually does as an unhealthy habit. On the other hand, you went and plopped yourself on the soft mattress and let out one big sigh.

“Ah, so soft~” You giggled, rolling about on the sheets. It’s been a while since your back had made contact on a decent bed. With your group always on the move, there wasn’t any time for settling down. You turned your head to the side and made eye contact with Jotaro, who had his eyes on you from where he was outside. “You’re missing out.”

He faced the other way, taking his cigarette out from his mouth and blew out a puff of smoke. “Yeah? How unfortunate,” he said, his sarcasm monotone as he was.

A knock sounded from outside the door and you called out in acknowledgement. “Hey kids, Avdol and I are heading out to check in with the Foundation,” Joseph said. “Polnareff’s gonna sleep for the day and Kakyoin’s out to nap on the sunbeds.”

“This concerns us how?” Jotaro replied in return.

“The day’s still young and we’re in Singapore. Might as well let you know that you can wander the streets and stroll around the place.”

“No tha-“

“That’s a great idea actually!” You exclaimed, hopping out of the bed almost immediately. “We’re gonna head out in a short while. Thanks for the offer!” The old man chuckled and raised a thumbs-up before shutting the door close.

With the money the elder Joestar had given you, your mind racked the things you wanted to purchase, what souvenirs would be worth keeping, or what local food would tickle your fancy.

“Do you think Singapore sells banana splits? I’m thinking of buying one because I’m craving.” You asked even if a grumble was the only response you got. It was 11:13 in the morning and you wanted to make the most of it. “Yah,” you called out to your friend on the balcony. “Let’s head out. Get some fresh air.”

“Just did for the past few days while stranded on cursed boats.”

“Those days don’t count.” You puffed your cheeks and took the initiative to step outside and stood next to him, arms crossed on the railing while you looked up at him. It was a sunny day and the gentle breeze blew your hair back just as it did with the thin line of smoke coming off of the cig. “That time the air smelled of salt, but since we’re on ground, the air hits different here.”

Jotaro cocked a brow at you and you shrugged. “I’m just saying… You never know. You might find yourself liking long casual walks with yours truly.”

You held onto his gaze with a slight gleam in your eyes, patiently waiting for his answer while he scanned your expression. I wonder what goes on in that mind of his when he does this. When he pauses and simply looks at you without a word. Your cheeks warmed without thought.

And the brief silence is interrupted with a tip of his hat and a quiet grumble. “I’m not coming.”

You smiled, sighing out in defeat. “Mm, that’s a shame.” Though the disappointment coursed through you, you honestly expected him an answer like that coming from him. Pushing off of the metal, you returned inside with a compensating skip to your steps.

But the necessary need to tease him couldn’t help and without holding back, you purposely voiced your sentiments out loud. “Suit yourself. Guess I’m heading out. By myself. In public where anyone could attack me with their unpredictable Stand ability.”

You took a peek over your shoulder to see that the raven-haired teenager had his back straightened with attention instead of his usual laidback slouch, with his hands on the railings and his finger tapping against surface.

“But hey no worries, right? After all, my Stand is purely defensive and is extremely durable, but it can’t really deal a lot of damage. It would really suck if a super strong Stand wasn’t present to deal with the problem permanently.” You toed into your shoes and slowly made your way to the door.

“I’m heading out now. Would you mind if I get myself a shirt that says something in the lines of ‘The Bait of the Merlion’? That would be hilarious for the people targeting us…!”

Right as you were about to finish your sentence, the air left your lungs with one gasp when a hand grasped your shoulder, shoving you to the hotel room’s wall. An arm slammed itself on the space above your head.

All of a sudden, you found yourself pinned against the wall under the intense glare of Jotaro Kujo.

“The fuck are you doing?” He said, his voice low and quiet.

This time, you were speechless. You never stood this close with the towering teenager before, making the obvious height difference much more prominent. Looking straight, your sights landed on either his firm pectorals or his thick neck glazed with a thin layer of sweat. Gazing up, you were met with those bright blue-green eyes of his, staring you down.

Either way, you couldn’t see anything past the delinquent. All you could see was him.

Your heart palpitated, hands becoming clammy from where it was on your side, and you took deeper breaths as you forced yourself not to combust under his intimidation. The smell of tobacco was potent in his clothes but underneath it, you could smell traces of cologne latching onto the fabric, a faint hint of citrus mixed with smoke. Charming.

You ended up staring into his eyes, maintaining your smirk and hid the state of your hands under your crossed arms. “I’m announcing my leave Kujo-san,” you said back in an equal tone.

“Yeah? By guilt tripping me into joining you? Is that your way of announcing your leave?” He narrowed his eyes, stepping closer until your face was a few centimeters away from the warm skin of his collarbone, his gakuran brushing against your uniform. Your breaths grew deeper as you continued to keep your composure together.

“I’m just stating the facts.” You said, “We’re being hunted down by that bastard’s henchmen, and yet I want to walk the streets nonetheless with the company of a friend.”

You weren’t aware when your voice started to come out as whispers or when your cheeks flamed, but at this point, you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter about in a frenzy, your whole system going haywire, but your mind remained separate from the rest, wanting to toy with the teenager and see how far you could go with your shenanigans.

Jotaro didn’t say anything but the visible tightening of his lips and the fist above you were cues that he was listening. You caught sight of the large golden chain dangling from his standing collar, and with an amused huff, you reached up and grabbed it, giving it a little tug.

You expected him to push away, disgruntled and ticked-off, and you were ready to laugh the whole thing off, but he remained from where he stood, as if he wanted you to continue with whatever this was.

A coy smile played on your lips. “Last offer, are you coming with or nah?” You twirled the chain around, feeling the cool surface on your fingertips. You watched the delinquent stare at you with a furrow in his brow and conflict in his eyes.

The initial seconds were fun but the longer he continued to focus his attention on you with your smaller frame pinned against the wall, the more your cockiness wavered, giving way to that flustered feeling buried beneath. You were still doing strong but damnit, he was so close. “Well? Make up your mind already, I swear to god you’re so confusing-”

“I’m going.”

You couldn’t help but let out a huff, the corner of your lip curling into a disbelieving smile. “Oh? A change of mind all of a sudden? Was it the realization of danger or was it the concern that did it? You know, like the time when we were on that tiny boat.”

“Shut it bitch.” Jotaro clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You say I’m confusing but if anything, the word describes you better.”

“Doesn’t it all?” Your lips quirked into a wide smile. “But hey, you said you’re coming. No taking it back.” You ducked under his arm and patted his shoulder, earning yourself a look of disbelief from the delinquent. “Let’s go.”

You left him standing dumbfounded as you swung the door open and stepped out, skipping a few steps down the hallway, only to stop midway through and lean against the wallpaper, a hand coming to rest over your chest, your heart still beating rapidly from earlier.

You weren’t foreign to being cornered. You knew how to respond to situations like that, but this wasn’t like those. What he did was different. A good type of different. Instead of being locked into a fight-or-flight, your body anticipated for something to happen under his hold.

Your head thought you had him under your finger, but you felt like it also went the other way. Both the prey and the predator.

“Fuck.”

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Fuck.

That one word fully encapsulated his what he felt towards this day in particular, and all of those feelings were your fault. You and your way with words.

Even as you were busy scanning the windows of the various retail stores and restaurants of Orchard Road, all Jotaro could think about was your petite body caged underneath him, the way you gasped as he pinned you against the wall, and the way you recovered from it with your own show of shamelessness.

Especially when you had the audacity to fiddle with his golden chain as you offered whether he wanted to join you on this walk.

With full honesty, Jotaro was irritated. He wanted nothing more than to return to the balcony and leave you be, but strangely enough, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you nor could he step back. Who knows when you’ll do some stupid bullshit the moment he turned his back? Who knows when he’ll get to look at you this close again?

He wanted to go back for a second round of smoke and yet here he was- walking around a shopping district with you gleefully sightseeing the different items and menus showcased inside the glass windows.

He was annoyed. For not being able to stay firm with his initial decision to stay behind. For allowing his chest to ache at the thought of your proud smile and pink cheeks. For secretly ending up enjoying your stories as you both passed the various colorful stores of Singapore.

You teased him about it for the third time and he responded appropriately with the sound logic of playing bodyguard, keeping an eye out for enemy Stand users in case they ambush the 2 of you. After all, you did bring that up.

Though in all honesty, the place wasn’t too oversaturated for his liking. At least there was that.

Walking past one of the commercial districts of the city, you led Jotaro out the busy streets and down the sidewalk lining the coast of Singapore. Locals strolled about alongside the handful of foreigners snapping photos as they typically do during a vacation trip. There were a couple of vendors as well, selling snacks while the day was high and young.

“From this angle, the ocean looks beautiful,” Jotaro glanced down at you beside him. You were gazing at the crystalline waters to your left, a soft smile playing on your watchful expression. “Don’t you agree?” When that gaze shifted to him with that smile, the delinquent let out a sound akin to a surprised grunt.

He looked at the crashing waves, most likely doing a piss poor job at mimicking your more serene face, but despite their luck on the same waters, he did see the beauty in it- the glinting of sunlight on the surface, the clear sky above it providing its transparent body with color, the calming sound of crashing waves…

“Ah who am I kidding? You probably don’t like stuff like this.” He darted his attention back at your crestfallen yet still-smiling expression. “You’re gonna say I’m being too sentimental again just like I always am during my stories.” You chuckled.

“I see it.” Your eyes lit up, not expecting a positive response coming from him. “I may not look like it, but when we’re not fighting on sea with bastards like that captain or that ape, I like watching the ocean because... it’s quiet and peaceful.”

The tips of his ears flushed, their owner not used to sharing his own bits of sentimentality to others. Jotaro readied himself for your over-the-top, sarcastic reaction because you did have the habit of doing that when he slightly steps out of character, but you just stood there- wide eyed and surprised, but with an aura of gentleness subduing your reaction.

“I’m glad you think so.” You smiled and returned your gaze back at the shining body of water. “Remind me that when we defeat DIO, we should frequent the beaches in Tokyo after school.” Jotaro tilted his head, genuinely intrigued. “Seeing your angry eyes soften from time to time is such a nice sight.”

At your sincere tone, the delinquent’s cheeks warmed, hand already reaching up to tilt the visor of his hat down to cover his mildly flustered face. “They’re not always angry…” He mumbled to himself.

You giggled and playfully slapped his shoulder, snapping him out of his self-trance to look at you. “Well… we better get a move on. My tummy’s starting to rumble with the need for food.” You turned around and pointed at the nearby stall. “How about we get those and buy some coconut juice from the next vendor? You down?”

Jotaro looked at the 2 stalls and figuring there was nothing wrong with some light snacking, nodded in return. You beamed and immediately walked ahead, eager to eat. He watched you go ahead with a tiny smile, endeared.

Perhaps walking around Singapore wasn’t all that bad.

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“Mm! This is good!”

“Of course! This batch was fetched from the tree more recently than the previous ones.”

You stood before the proud vendor, holding an opened coconut with a bendy straw stuck in the middle. You had your fill of some treats on sticks, and the follow-up fruit juice didn’t disappoint. You turned around and with the delinquent behind you, you rose the coconut up to his face.

“Take a sip. It’s tasty. Promise!”

Jotaro contemplated as he drifted his line of vision from the drink to your anticipating face and back. In the end, he cocked his head and bowed down to sip from the straw. “Well?” You and the vendor waited for his response.

“It’s alright,” the teenager simply said, looking elsewhere.

“You heard it mister, he approves!” You exclaimed and the 2 of you laughed. “I‘m buying you one, okay?” As you pulled out your wallet, Jotaro gave one brief nod. You smiled and said, “1 more coconut-“

“I’m not interrupting some cute little date or anything,” a voice called out and you two saw Kakyoin approach you, but that underlying feeling of doubt resurfaced at the sight of the student’s unnatural, grim face. “Right lovebirds?”

“L-Lovebirds?” You stuttered, cheeks warming.

“Unless jiji asks us to return, you better not have the plan of stalking us down Kakyoin.” The delinquent said.

“Stalking? I just wanted to hang around. Nothing wrong spending time with some friends.”

Something’s up with him. From the short amount of time you knew about the cherry-haired student, he was polite and eloquent with his words. Kakyoin wasn’t the type to just walk-in and casually throw out joke assumptions from nowhere. Then again, what you were thinking about was an assumption in itself.

Keeping your suspicions high, you let this abrupt shift in personality slide for the meantime. “Okay then… We were just buying some coconut juice. Would you like one too?”

“Of course! Though, I’m paying with my own cash.” He chuckled and the second he pulled out his wallet, a passerby snuck through, swiftly snatched it and made a run for it. “Hey!” Sanctuary’s fabrics crept under your wrist, ready to extend and wrap itself around the thief, but Hierophant was already on the move.

It rapidly crawled on the ground and caught up with the man. The latter cried out in shock, even more so when Kakyoin closed in on him with a wicked glint his eyes. Suddenly, the student had him on his back, grabbing hold arms and legs with the intention of performing a back breaker.

“Kakyoin-san! What are you doing?!” You rushed in, shot out a strip of cloth to wrap around his wrists and tightened it enough for the student to loosen his hold, allowing Sanctuary to fully manifest out of you and pick the poor guy up from the cherry-haired teenager, lowering him onto the pavement before the guy scrambled to get away. “A bit excessive don’t you think?!”

Kakyoin didn’t like what you did if his menacing glare at you was any indicator. He bared his teeth and rose a hand. “You little thief-supporting-“ And swung down backhandedly in an arc towards your cheek-

Which didn’t land not because of your Stand’s fabrics, but because of Jotaro’s tight hold catching the other teenager’s wrist before it could make an impact. The latter didn’t let go and directed his own share of deathly glares towards his supposed friend. “The fuck were you going to do?”

Kakyoin rose both his hands up in a mocking manner. “Woah now, no need to get aggressive man. I was just kidding.” You scoffed at the sight of this man looking at you with a cocky smirk etched on his face.

You figured maybe taking a sip from your refreshing beverage would help calm you down, but- “Hey!” The same teenager grabbed hold of your coconut before you could pull it away and sipped on the straw without a care in the world.

Stepping back quietly, you stood beside Jotaro and tiptoeing to get close to his ear, you muttered. “That’s not Kakyoin. You know it’s not him, right?”

The raven-haired responded with a subtle nod, never tearing his eyes away from this… fake Kakyoin. “Asshole stole your drink. I don’t think he’s giving it back anytime soon.” He spared a few seconds to look at you. “You can have my share.”

“What?”

“You bought me a coconut drink a few minutes ago. You can have it.” He threw one last glare at the other student, who preoccupied himself by staring ominously at a tree near a group of children. “I’m getting myself something else.”

“Yah! But that’s for-“The teenager already headed off to another direction before you could retort your complaint. “You.”

“Uhm miss?” You turned to face the confused vendor, holding what was supposed to be Jotaro’s drink, which was now yours according to the latter. “Your purchase?”

You watched as “Kakyoin” looked back at you, munching on something you hoped weren’t some bugs on that tree. “A-Ah yeah. I’ll have that, thanks.”

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Your brief walk around a small part of Singapore ended up by the cable cars. You never got to ride one before but you had always heard that being inside of it and slowly inching down an incline as you view the scenery outside was an experience one has got to be in at least once in your life.

You reached the top of the steps and walked ahead to wait for the next empty car to arrive. Behind you, Jotaro was the next to arrive with a vanilla ice cream cone topped with a single cherry in his hand. Admittedly, when you found out that that was his choice of snacks, you had to hold yourself back from saying a drawled out “cute” directly to his face.

The man’s got a cool image to keep up, after all.

Next after him was “Kakyoin” being consistent with his foreboding aura, trailing after the delinquent step by step. You inched closer to the latter, just in case he tried something fishy around him. The cable cars took their time coming here and you just wanted one to arrive as soon as possible just so you 3 could keep moving.

And as much as you liked being right in certain situations, you wanted to be wrong with this one.

“You gonna eat that cherry? If not, hand it over already. I’m starving!” The moment the cherry-haired teenager was within close range of the delinquent standing by the railing, “Oops!” He pushed the taller student over the metal bars with casual ease.

“Jotaro!” In a split second, strips of Sanctuary shot out of you, rapidly stretching over the bars to wrap themselves around the delinquent’s wrist. You staggered at the sudden weight pulling you down, but you rushed forward nonetheless and helped him up or at least helped him reach for the railing.

“Good one, huh? I’m only playing with ya Jotaro, my good ole pal.” You snapped your head towards the other man in the area, sending him your own share of glares at him. “But hey would you look at that, he caught onto the bar. Problem solved.”

“What the hell Kakyoin?!” You spat at him. From the corner of your vision, the raven-haired managed to pull himself up and over the railing, landing neatly beside you bearing the same expression as yours, if not more intense. “Saying you were clumsy is such a shitty excuse for attempted murder.”

“What? Are you an attorney now? Calm down madam.” ‘Kakyoin’ snickered, bending down to pluck the cherry off from the spilled ice cream on the tiles, and with all the audacity in this world, rolled the tiny fruit around with his tongue out in the open as if to mock the 2 of you.

Suddenly, you contemplated whether tossing him over the bars was something you could get away with it.

“Those looks again. What’s with all this hardcore glaring? Have you both lost your sense of humor?” He faced you with faux disappointment. “I expected you of all people to back me up.”

“Don’t talk to me.” A sharp and concise answer from you was enough to shut him up, but all he cared for was picking the cherry off the ground to eat it. You noticed a subtle growth spurt in “Kakyoin’s” height and out of the corner of your vision, you could tell under that hat of his, Jotaro’s might have noticed it as well.

In the next few seconds, you heard the empty cable car arrive, its doors sliding open for new passengers to board. “Get in Kakyoin.” You turned to see the delinquent grit his teeth with a hardened glare sent his way. “The cable care just got here. Now… Get. In.”

He rose his fist, clenching hard enough for the veins to protrude from under his skin. “I’ve got your ticket right here, and I’m going to knock your crooked possessed ass right into that cable car.”

With one solid punch to the face, “Kakyoin” flew back straight into the empty car with his jaw ripped and his cheeks torn open with strings of blood and sinew being the only things keeping the jaw attached to his face. He laughed, unfazed. “You’re a bit off. Possessed isn’t quite the word. Wanna give it another try?”

“We know you’re not Kakyoin,” you said as the imposter sneered at your words. “You’ve been growing bigger too; don’t think we haven’t noticed.”

“Who are you?” The delinquent took a couple steps into the cable car and just as you were about to follow, the doors slid shut and the compartment began its descent down the line with your friend up against a Stand user.

“Shit!” You bolted to the nearby payphone and rang the hotel, hoping Joseph and Avdol were already in their room.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Joestar? Are you nd Avdol back at the hotel?”

“Why yes. Just finished reserving us a train ride and- what?” The distant voice of the Egyptian could be heard through the line. “Yes I’m getting there hold on. Anyways, it’s convenient that you called now because-“

“A Stand user is posing as Kakyoin and he’s currently fighting Jotaro in cable cars- Oh shit, he jumped out of one.” There was a lot going on at the middle of your phone call- the confrontation in the car, the teenager jumping out onto a nearby ledge and back into another shortly after.

“Another user posing as a fake?! Well, at the very least, that solves one of our problems.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hermit Purple gave us a new message that Kakyoin was going to betray the team at some point and I was about to head out and look for you two, but you beat me to it.”

Just then, a faint voice different from Avdol’s brought Joseph out of the line again, though if you were hearing right, it sounded like it could be the real Kakyoin who just got out of a nice sunbath. “Sorry for cutting but Kakyoin just arrived. Aside from that imposter, we have another problem here and it’s about another enemy Stand user here in the hotel.”

Another?! You and your group really couldn’t afford a free day without having anyone attacking someone at some point, but now they have to deal with 2 users instead of one within the same day? You were about to question Joseph about their dilemma, but a distant booming sound erupted from one of the moving cable cars.

From there, you saw 2 figures fall from beneath the moving compartment and into the waters below- Jotaro and what appeared to be the true face of the Stand user. You gaped and the words the old man said to you became one continuous jumble. “Listen Mr. Joestar, something’s happened. We’ll just share whatever details we all have when we meet up in person.”

“What-“ You nearly slammed the phone back into its holder, immediately bolted down the stairs, and ran in the direction of the splash.

There was no need to panic. You know your ebony-haired friend would get out of this in one piece with his quick thinking and powerful Stand, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t assist him in doing so. Picking up speed, you rushed out of the building and onto the pavement.

From a distance, a bleeding man wrapped in wriggling, yellow slush laid on the ledge, taunting at the delinquent trapped in the same slush against the wall beneath him.

You scanned the area around you for anything solid enough to knock the guy unconscious. However, a minute later into your search, the same guy flew into the sky as he was struck by the metal sewer grate launched into the air due to the pressurized water shooting up from below.

Safe to say, the problem was dealt with the second the user reemerged from the surface in front of a very annoyed Jotaro and an eager Star Platinum.

The man, completely beaten up and on the ground somehow surviving Star’s barrage, attempted to crawl out of his current circumstance, only to end up wrapped in Sanctuary’s fabrics before he could escape. You crouched in front of him and cupped your cheek, pouting. “Don’t worry. What my friend did was just a prank. Think of it like a playful punch, you know?”

Too swollen to speak, the guy could only tremble at you. “Hey.” You turned to see Jotaro walking up to you, his uniform soaked yet again with saltwater. “Thanks for catching him. I got one more request I need him to do before I send him on his way.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

By the end of the afternoon, you had your Stand half-assist, half-puppet the beaten man Rubber Soul into a nearby ice cream store to buy the teenager a popsicle stick and a delectable banana split dish with his own money, scaring the poor cashier lady in the process with all the blood leaking out of his wounds.

Ditching the nearly-dead adult onto the side of the road at the approval of the delinquent, you trailed after him heading into the direction of the cable car building.

Why would he go back here? Did he really want to go back and ride the cable cars again? Your thoughts came to a halt, replacing them with pure fondness at the scene presented to you.

By the entrance of the establishment, a tearful little boy and his parent stood there watching as Jotaro approached them with two desserts in his hands. Crouching to the child’s level, he offered the boy the popsicle. The latter beamed and smiled, thanking the teenager together with his parent.

In return, Jotaro huffed and ruffled his hair, prompting the kid to giggle as he enjoyed his icy treat.

Never in your life would you expect some punkish and scary-looking ruffian, who smokes daily and curses out vulgarity like it’s poetry, be gentle for once and offer sweets to a crying child. Then again, this was the same person who liked the ocean and had a preference for vanilla ice cream.

Wholesome wasn’t usually in the delinquent’s vocabulary, but in the seldom occasion it was, seeing this side of him sent little fluttery tremors in your heart. Replaying the scene again in your mind, you giggled behind your hand, your cheeks warming. Cute~

“Hey, what are you laughing about?”

You opened your eyes to look at Jotaro standing before you, deadpan as usual with a plate of banana splits still in hand. A smile still remained on your face as you shook your head. “Ah it’s nothing. Just thought of something cute.”

“I just kept a promise. That’s it.”

You hummed, a proud smile radiating from your face. You thought back to that day where he stayed by the school gates to wait for you. “Ooh so consistent,” you patted his shoulder. “We should head back. Your old man told me they have another Stand problem in their hands.”

You stared at the tasty dessert and gestured a “go-on” hand at him. “You enjoy your ice cream in the meantime.”

“I’m not eating this.”

“Well that’s a waste of mon-“ You were about to question the pointless purchase, but your words got caught in your throat as the delinquent reached forward to offer the banana split to you. “-ey.”

“You said you were craving and the shop was selling it.” You kept your focus on the colorful dish in front of you though you could see in the back that Jotaro was looking away, his other hand pulling his hat down to cover his face. “Tch. You’re an idiot for missing the chance.”

But he bought it for you. He remembered your out-of-field rambling about some stupid craving.

You were left speechless, your hands reaching forward as slow as your comprehension coming to the fact that he would actually recall trivial tidbits such as this. You wondered if any of your previous stories from the roof had stuck with him.

This was the second time he gave up something of his to you. Out of pity? Sympathy? Regardless of what it was, he did what he did. Your mind went back to that day when he tossed you a bag of bento boxes, the way your heart raced the way it did now from unexpectedness and bashfulness.

And you wanted to return the favor.

“H-Hold up.” Through fuming cheeks, you raised your palms in front of him as you turned to the direction of the dessert store and bolted. “I’ll be right back!”

“Damnit woman! This will melt by the time you get back.” Jotaro called out to you, probably aggravated with a valid point to pair, but this served you all the more reason to hurry.

One moment, you pushed through the door of the ice cream store…

“The damned thing’s starting to drip you bit-“

The next you found yourself standing before the delinquent with a newly chilled vanilla ice cream cone in hand, outstretched towards him in offering. “This is for that cone you dropped earlier.”

Looking up, you giggled at sight of the teenager’s surprised gaze, faintly reddened cheeks, and parted lips as if he was about to curse at you for running off. “Now it’s fair trade. This is mine…” You took the banana split dish off of his hand and replaced it with the coned treat. “And that is yours.”

You scooped one spoonful of chocolate sweetness into your mouth and moaned in delight. “Mm this is so good~”

“I…”

“Oh shit, I forgot we have another Stand user at bay back in the hotel,” you said, looking down at your watch. “Let’s head back for real.” You walked ahead, humming to a tune of your place.

“… Right.”

You glanced over your shoulder to see Jotaro standing in the same spot, still bearing that stunned look with his small dessert in hand. “Yah, the damned thing’s starting to drip.” You smirked as you mimicked his earlier words. “Eat up.”

A loud grumble was what you got in return, followed by the casual footsteps of the teenager as he caught up to walk by your side. He took two licks of the vanilla and said, “Stop wasting your money for things like this.”

“Was it really a waste though? You seem happy.” You teased, staring at how Jotaro was preoccupied with consuming his treat as an excuse to not look at you.

You scooped another spoonful of your ice cream, the vanilla part of the trio, combined it with a bit of banana, and raised the spoon to his face. “Try it.”

“When will you ever stop being annoying, you stubborn bitch?”

“The moment your mouth accepts this peace offering. Now say ah.”

No response.

“Come on, I know you’re curious~” You singsonged, spoon remaining stationary in front of his face. Jotaro darted back and forth between you and the tiny offering, until eventually he gave in. He leaned down and closed his lips over the scoop, licking the corners of his mouth afterwards. “Tasty right?”

An approving grunt was all you got but it was enough for you to light up with success. “Called it,” you said. “You want another?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

Silence.

“Want one last bite?”

Silence again. And then a nod.

You giggled, feeding him another spoon of vanilla. “Here you go, you big oaf.”

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When you wake again, the cold surface of marble was the first sensation to dig into your skin and once you came to, you were back in the isolating mansion of your old family estate. However, unlike before, the lights were dimmed down, only leaving the single fixture at the top of the stairs being the one to light the foyer.

A hitch in your breath came out of you as you heard the familiar tune of the piano playing in the office beside you.

Your mind wanted to flee, to run to the nearest window and smash it through to break free. But the music’s haunting melody wanted you to come to it. It was bone-chillingly calming that it scared you.

You took your first few steps to the room, your arms coming to wrap around yourself to shield from the cold air, a warm puff of breath escaping your lips.

However, as you were about to pass under the doorway, a bright amber glowed behind you.

You looked over your shoulder and saw the source emanating from the opposite room. The music died down in your ears in favor of the comforting heat of the light. With no thought, you turned and went to the aforementioned space instead.

You forgot the specific layout of the old manor for good reasons but if you could remember one good aspect of it, it would be this room- the study hall with its walls covered with a line of bookshelves, parted only by the fireplace in the middle of them.

And within it, the fire burned bright in the midst of the darkness.

You stepped forward and knelt in front of the flame, raising your chilled hands to savor in the heat. You could hear the faint music of the piano in the back, but you could only process the simple crackle that was worth more than some pretty notes.

You closed your eyes with a sigh and let yourself relax. “So warm…”

As if sensing a homeless child, you could feel as if the radiating warmth of the flame slowly approached you, to engulf you in a benevolent hug similar to how Sanctuary would blanket you with her cloths.

You wanted to cry from this old yet familiar feeling, but you kept it in for now.

For now, in this damned place, you let yourself be in peace.

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It was a cold night and Jotaro could only reach the stage of light sleep even if he tried.

Earlier, you both found out the mentioned other Stand user Ebony Devil had already been dealt with by Polnareff, much to the unfortunate experience of the Frenchman.

With the threat resolved and the problem finished, everyone agreed to the consensus of staying in their respective rooms for the meantime to rest up for their next travel.

Thankfully, you weren’t as nosy as you were hours prior though you still made some light-hearted remarks here and there that made the vibe of their hotel room less tense for the both of you. In regards of the single double bed, Jotaro tried not to think about his current predicament too much and opted to sleep ahead of you on the right side of the mattress.

You had no problems with it and followed after him as you turned the bedside lamps off and slipped under the duvet. The delinquent slept with his back towards you and your back towards him.

And now he found himself in a troublesome situation of being mildly insomniac and having to deal with this absurdly chilly climate at 2 in the fucking morning.

He turned to lay on the other side with an arm propped beneath his head, thinking the new position would be the one to help him sleep. He looked ahead to see you deep in sleep, head moving ever so slightly to bury yourself in the comforts of your puffed-up pillow.

For some reason, he was contented seeing you like this. No out-of-pocket teasing. No beaming smiles. Just you sleeping in peace, your hair a bit of a mess from tossing and turning.

Jotaro sighed and shut his eyes, hoping your melatonin would be able to project onto him and finally get his wanted sleep.

Just as he was about to give up the third time that night, the sheets rustled and shifted, and all of a sudden, a warm body was pressed up against his side.

Jotaro awoke to find you curled up beside him, your face buried in his chest, arms folded between your bodies, and your legs nearly intertwining with his. His cheeks immediately fumed; a disgruntled sound of surprise made from his throat as he reeled in the reality of seeing you like this.

From this close, he could notice the tinier details surrounding you- the way your cheeks had a natural pink tint, that you had a little pout similar to a tiny beak, the way your hands clenched and unclenched against the fabric of his shirt, to the quiet sounds you made in your sleep.

It was a crime you had to appear this innocent in your sleep when you were such a menace to him when awake.

It was a bigger crime that Jotaro was this affected by it in the first place.

If it were anyone else, he would have woken them up with an irritated shove and let them know that he had boundaries that should be respected, but looking at you sleeping so contently by his side was a different case. He wasn’t sure if he should be feeling this conflicted, that he didn’t oppose to you being this close to him at all.

His heart raced within him, eyes softening as he let his tensed muscles relax and accept his current predicament.

I shouldn’t be feeling this troubled. What the hell is happening? Jotaro clicked his tongue and draped an arm over his eyes. “Fuck this.” He made a move to get up, shifting onto his elbows, but then-

“Warm… so warm…”

He faltered at the gentle tug of his shirt. Gazing down at you once more, a distressed look appeared on what once was your peaceful expression- your brows furrowed, lips tightened, and your hold on his clothes a bit loose yet desperate.

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, raking his fingers through his curly hair. He didn’t like that look on your face. More so when he was the cause of the shift. He kept returning his gaze to you, constantly watching and waiting for your serene expression to return.

Just like the moment you complimented the ocean with that sparkle reflected in your eyes as you smiled up at him, the sunlight providing you with this certain glow as your hair gently flowed along the gentle sea breeze.

The constricting sensation he had in his chest combined with his beating heart persisted at the sight it was becoming a bother and Jotaro needed the space to ease himself into to think things through.

With equally gentle movements, he reached for your hand holding his shirt. It was small compared to his and so soft, but he refused to delve more into that fact. He laid it close to you, stood, and before you could react from the loss of heat, the delinquent drew the duvet over your body up to your chin.

He waited a bit more to gauge for your response. Eventually, the furrow in your brows eased and you returned to your peaceful slumber.

With a deep sigh, Jotaro turned away and reached for his cigarette pack before going out onto the balcony, hoping the early morning breeze would cool his still-warm cheeks.

“I need a smoke.”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jotaro kujo #jojo part 3 #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x you #polaris au

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gadunkie · 10 months

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spiderverse 2 sucked shit and was performative twitter.com fuckery. hi reddit in this rant Im going to talk about why I think the second spiderverse movie gave me a queasy uneasy feeling after I left the theater. spoiler warning and all that.

Ive been seeing a lot of praise for this movie lately and a lot of fan stuff and while that is cool I think spiderverse 2 really doesnt deserve it. to me it feels like baffling performative bullshit where they checked off certain "woke" categories and forgot about everything else. Im bad at formulating rant posts so Im just gonna randomly bring up my feelings on certain things.

ok so first of all the number one thing that pissed me off was the in-movie dialogue of people telling miles, the first black spider-man, that he was never supposed to be spider-man in the first place. that is incredibly tone deaf, especially when the first movie's message was that anyone could be a hero, regardless of who you are. you could argue that this story beat is used to reinforce that message being that miles' reaction to that line is rejection and finding his own way to become spider-man after all. but thats stupid because, again, anyone could be a hero no matter what, even if theyre not supposed to be 'canonically' a spider-man. what this tells me is that theyre going for the same fucking message, again, but this time its padded out in 2 movies rather than the one that weve already seen.

second, and this one was much more brief, there was a disabled spider-man amidst the roster of the multiverse spider-mans whose only line of dialogue was making fun of their own disability. thats some travis mcelroy bullshit, I thought we were past the point of making disabled character's only personality being their disability. to me that was also incredibly tone deaf and just completely unneeded.

third, there was an Indian spider-man by the name Pavitr Prabhakar whose only personality was that he was Indian. of course theres nothing wrong with Indian culture or just being an Indian person, but to me its like if they had a Japanese spider-man and made them only talk about katanas and sushi. theres no way that indian people act like that and constantly boost about their own nation, it just rubs me the wrong way and makes them feel less human.

fourth, that "gwen is trans" shit is utter queerbait, I cant believe anyone is fucking falling for this shit. it literally infuriates me that I see fellow queer people look at the most basic off to the side decoration in a room / police officer's uniform and jump to the conclusion that what we are seeing is trans representation. like sure she could be trans! but it can also be read as her just being an ally, same with her father. "what ally has a trans flag in there room?" are you fucking kidding me? like are you being serious? hey heres famous content creator Ludwig, who is cis and has a trans flag in his room:

fucking anyone, literally anyone could have trans iconography anywhere in their house regardless of their gender. side bonus, heres how you can have a real confirmed trans character in your art without it being bait! - have them taking transition medication in a scene - have them wear gender affirming clothing, like chest binders - have them tell another character that theyre trans - have them literally look into the camera and say "Im trans." crazy how easy it is to do all of these things and yet gwen did none of it! dont fucking search for crumbs and pretend that its a feast.

fifth, theres a character called spider-punk who goes by Hobie and his entire character is being a punk and making fun of The Establishment™ and Capitalism™. I thought he was dumb because it just reminded me that anti-capitalism is just a form of entertainment now and not a real message to start a change.

sixth, there was so much fucking nostalgia pandering and repetitive dialogue. there were many scenes showing footage of older movies, cartoons, or real life actors that were only there to be pointed at the screen by audiences. next, the dialogue was so expository that any time miles' parents were on screen they would only talk about miles and how worried they were about him. I swear to god that 70% of spider-man 2099s dialogue was about his disturbed past and wanting to capture miles. at several times throughout the movie I thought "ok I get it" and hoped that were was something new to be seen in the next 5 minutes, which wasnt the case most of the time.

seventh, evil miles was fucking stupid. you cant just reveal such an easy counterpart villain and expect me to believe that he has any bearing on the story whatsoever. that shit was so laughably bad that I can easily imagine him getting defeated in the same old hero vs villain shit in the next movie. here let me have some fun and say that miles is going to do the most predictable "Im going to fix you to become good" trope only for evil miles to deny it and fuck off forever in some weird way.

anyway this post is already too fucking long so Im just gonna add personal peeves onto it because Im on a roll. I had a hard time paying attention to several fight scenes because they were mixing with too many visual styles, like the vulture scene at the beginning of the movie was too disorienting for me. I think there shouldve been subtitles, sometimes characters were inaudible for me and the audio mixing during some scenes didnt help either, unless there was a slow moment in the film I just couldnt understand what the characters were saying.

I thought the movie sucked so bad that what they got right in certain aspects (cast diversity, parent and child struggles, etc.) felt like nothing to me after how they treated the parts that Ive listed. its like they fucking checked off a Progressive Bingo Sheet and left everything else in the dust.

I left the theater disappointed and feeling worthless because all I felt was that these movies were just trying to sell me something and didnt push for a change like the first one did. what a fucking shit show.

conclusions. if you liked the movie, awesome Im glad, and you should decide for yourself how you feel about it and what it means to you. Im simply just putting my frustrations into a little text post because that is how I feel. Im not in charge of your enjoyment and you should decide that on your own regardless of my opinions. be responsible with your enjoyment.

but I wont, if you try to argue with me on any of these topics then Im blocking you forever and if you dare type "let people enjoy things" on my post then Im killing you,

#gadunka is fucking pissed

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zan0tix · 1 year

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Do you have thoughts about Dirk and Jake's relationship in canon? I am not anti dirkjake but I do have a hard time understanding the ship and why it's so massively popular. /gen (I have not yet read the epilogues so I'm just working off of whats in the comic)

Oh boy. DO I. Im currently working on a powerpoint presentation thatll be a little guide/recap/compilation.. thing about them whilst im reading act 6 and ill post it whenever i finish rereading the comic and writing all my notes! It will go into all the little bits of dialogue about eachother or narrative ties to certain things and such and such. (Will probably post this some time in the next two months or three. no guarantees)

But! The portrayal of their relationship and who they are and their struggles felt so real to me and it constantly astounds me that theres a fictional character who accurately displayed my own struggles in such a sincere way i feel like im getting put on blast when people psychoanalyise jake english orz

Homestucks character writing and thematic paralleling are some of its best assets and dirkjake are FULL of some of homestucks greatest moments of both. I would say that this post from @/tomatograter goes more into detail about those said moments and also alot of the other reasons i like them! And what they said in this post was true!-

-Theres just so much you can explore in homestuck through their relationship and aaaguh i love it i love it and theyre so important to the overall narrative and its just so nice to see openly gay rep that is as realistic and honest as them in a story like homestuck.

Being a teenager myself coming of age stories are the stories i relate to and find captivating the most right now and i dont think ive seen another piece of media go about its teen characters the way homestuck did. Its got problems on the handling of said characters but i dont think ive read anything else as raw and honest about personal issues teens face growing up and how they affect relationships (of all kinds!) and dirkjake are a big part of that for me!

I dont really like majority of fanon interpretations of dirkjake i wont lie (alot of.. flanderisation and blatant mischaracterisation) i dont really keep track of fandom stuff or ship popularity i just like enjoying what i enjoy and drawing things and talking about it with friends haha

And i have not read the epilogues either! i know the gist of the events in each timeline and i read a couple chapters but that was like years ago at this point and i dont think i will ever attempt to read them or homestuck^2. Some of the ideas that were present couldve been interesting but i honestly have no interest in going anywhere near it from what ive read about it. It sounds like a total shitshow and its not required to enjoy homestuck proper anyway so ¯_(ツ)_/¯

But!! if youd like to hear more about dirkjake in canon id totally reccomend tomatograter's other posts on them!!! his analysis was the thing that made me Really interested homestuck and hehe im grateful because now im here. This post has alot more of his meta commentary about them and theyre all really interesting reads :D

#daniel talks #dirkjake #meta #I think anyway #But thank you for sending in an ask! (also goes for that previous person) i know i dont really say much aside from posting art but-#I do really enjoying talking about these things :DD i have so many thoughts...

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roseofdarknessblog · 1 year

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A Warrior’s heart (Marcel Galliard x Reader) » Part VI

Word count: 2 254

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Info: canon AU where Marcel didn’t die; also the reader is an Eldian Warrior from Marley but not a Titan Shifter

PART I / PART II / PART III / PART IV / PART V

A Warrior’s heart (Part VI)

„The guards told me you haven’t been eating anything,“ said Commander Magath when he stopped at your cell. His eyes looked you over very carefully as if it was your first encounter ever. Or as if he forgot who you were and what you looked like in just three days. „You want to collapse right there in front of the court?“

„No need to worry about that,“ you muttered, pulling your knees even closer to your chest. Laying and sitting on the prison bed felt like torture, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go. „I’m just not hungry. And the food is disgusting.“ You tried it because getting weak and potentially sick could cause you more problems. But you almost threw up after the first few bites, so you decided to stay away from everything they brought you.

„Are you willing to talk to me?“

His question surprised you. Were you really in a position to decline an offer like that? „Yes, Commander,“ you answered him, closing your eyes for a second.

He called one of the guards to open your cell and let him inside. Commander Magath carefully walked towards you, looked you over one last time, and sat down right next to you. His sudden closeness startled you a little, but you didn’t move away from him.

„For now, you were deprived of your status of an honorary Marleyan. But only you, your sister can still receive the best medical care as if she was a Marleyan.“

You nodded, feeling like you could finally breathe for the first time in the last three years. The tears you cried weren’t for your lost status. But for your family. You feared the worst because nobody told you anything about them. You didn’t even know if they were informed about your return from Paradis.

„Thank you, I’m really grateful,“ you said quietly, resting your chin on your knees. Your whole body was in pain that was worsening by the minute. Everything hurt so bad... even breathing and thinking. And mostly overthinking every little detail of your life. Everything that led you to this moment. Into this cell. „Do they know I am here? Back in Marley?“

„Yes, they were informed the day of your return. And they also know that you’re awaiting a trial at the Military Court.“

You nodded again, taking a deep breath through your nose and holding it in for a short while. It was hard, almost impossible to fall or stay asleep. Nightmares were haunting you every time you closed your eyes. When you finally fell asleep, you woke up in a cold sweat and with tears in your eyes, desperately searching for Marcel. But he was never by your side. The bed was so cold without him laying next to you, the mattress hard and uncomfortable.

Nobody told you what happened to the other Warriors. But since they weren’t here, you hoped all of them returned home. Mainly Marcel and Reiner, since Zeke and Pieck had almost nothing to do with your mission. It would be really cruel to blame them for your failure. If it wasn’t for them, none of you would’ve made it back home.

„I visited them yesterday, they are doing okay. But are really worried about you.“ A desperate smile made its way to your lips. You wanted to ask him so many questions about your mother and sister but didn’t dare to do it. It would unnecessarily hurt you even more. „You can see them after court.“

„Even if I’ll be officially found guilty?“ He nodded shortly, resting his elbows on his knees and fixing his gaze on his boots. „Thank you.“

The whole conversation felt forced, but for some reason, it didn’t seem like he was about to leave you alone once again. He came to say something but didn’t get to it just yet. So you waited. For many long, awkwardly quiet minutes. Your left hand found its way to the silver heart locket around your neck and squeezed it carefully, but also hard enough to sense the comforting cold feeling in your palm.

„Hurting you or the other Warriors was never my intention,“ he said finally, clenching his hands into fists. He was visibly struggling with his words but still felt it necessary to say them out loud. „I did believe in all of you.“

„Why was it necessary to send a bunch of kids on a mission like that?“ you asked openly, suddenly feeling no fear. You were already behind bars, what worse could happen? „Marley has a huge army full of better trained and surely more capable men or women. Why did you choose to use kids for something like this? Can you even imagine what we all went through?“

„We trained all of you since you were five or six years old. The army was the only thing you knew for so many years. All of you lived to serve Marley and get something in return. Something special and very valuable.“

„That’s not the right answer, Commander.“

„And what do you want me to say, Y/N?“ Hearing your first name from his mouth sounded weird, almost a bit terrifying. He never did that, almost no one in the military did that. They kept using your last name, for it sounded more professional. The army never saw you as kids who needed some special treatment.

„I don’t know. Maybe... maybe I’m waiting for an apology.“ His quiet laugh made you flinch a bit. Did you ever hear him laugh before? „You ruined us all. Bertholdt is dead, and Annie may be too. The others have a few years left to live. And I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror anymore because of all the things that Marley made me do. Maybe it wasn’t me who breached the Walls, but I was there. I saw those people dying, I heard them screaming when they were getting eaten by the Titans... by people like me, who you sent to Paradis.“

Even if you didn’t eat anything for the last three days, the urge to throw up was growing stronger with every passing second.

„How do you expect us to live with what we’ve done? Yes, Marcel and Reiner maybe hide their feeling better than I do, but they are just as broken, Commander.“

Some days it was only Marcel who could keep you sane. His presence in your life, the love he made you feel with every word or every touch. But on other days even his best attempts weren’t enough. Since the battle in Trost a few months back, you could feel your mind drift to dark places more and more often. You were slowly but surely losing touch with reality. And sometimes not even Marcel was able to lure you back from the darkest places in your mind and soul.

Not when you didn’t know who you really were and where your loyalty lay.

And not when he was struggling as well.

Marcel tried to hide it, but there were moments you saw the mask slip off his face and reveal his true feelings. He was losing it, too. Just like all of you at some point. Because after all... you all were just ordinary people. Individuals with their own beliefs and coping mechanisms.

„You know, Commander... there are no good or bad Eldians. In the end, we are all the same.“ It’s just the environment all of us grew up in. The government we were taught to obey and listen to. That made us different. But nothing else. People from Paradis were the same as people here in the internment zone. Many of them even better. „It’s a shame we had to learn it the hard way.“

„You can’t...“

Your laugh surprised him even more than your words. „Don’t worry, sir. I am not planning to spread these kinds of words outside this cell. All I ever wanted was to protect my family and save my sister. And I am still determined to do everything in my power to keep them safe.“

„All those years of training you did your very best. I saw that every single day and heard you cry many times when you thought no one was close by. But inheriting a Titan simply wasn’t for you, that kind of power needed someone else.“ You nodded in agreement. He was right and you knew for many years now. And after all, you got what you were trying so hard to accomplish even without inheriting one of the Titans. You became an honorary Marleyan and got your family the help they needed. That was all that mattered. „But you had other important and very promising qualities. That is why I gave you a chance. I believed, that you will be the one to lead the Warriors to success on Paradis. Marcel was never meant to be the leader, that place was meant for you.“

„What?“ you asked in utter shock, nervously pulling on the loose strands of your hair. „What are you talking about?“

„I wanted you to be the leader. But not everybody agreed, and my reasons didn’t stand a chance in front of the other officers responsible for the Paradis mission. I wasn’t able to convince them. They thought that Marcel was a better fit for such an important role.“

„What made you think that I would be a good leader?“

You were barely twelve years old back then. Marcel was a bit older, but still. He had the personality of a leader. All of you listened to him and respected his decisions naturally. You could never achieve that. Nobody would have listened to you. Merely because you simply wouldn’t know what to do.

You were a good and loyal follower. But would be surely a shitty leader.

„Your will and determination seemed much stronger. And you had a much longer life ahead of you than the other Warriors. That should have served as a good enough motivation.“

„Well, it didn’t,“ you uttered and slowly stood up, stretching your legs. The damned cell was too small to even walk around. All you could do was sit in one spot and overthink everything for the millionth time. „Next time you should think it through better, Commander. And not put so much hope in a kid, that barely knew what this cruel world was really about.“

You waited for his response, but it never came. Magath stayed quiet for a long time before he finally stood up, and reached for your shoulder. It scared you, but you didn’t pull away. Quiet the opposite. You looked over your shoulder and right into his eyes. It felt like an eternity until he finally looked away, squeezed your shoulder, and called for the guard who let him out again.

„Make sure you eat something today,“ he murmured while slowly walking away, not looking in your direction anymore.

It took you a while until you sat back down, pulled your knees to your chest, bowed your head, and closed your eyes. Your eyelids felt so heavy all of a sudden. Sleep was lurking somewhere near, you could sense it. But when you lay down and pulled the thin blanket over your exhausted body and head, memories came flashing back. All of them at once. Every horrible thing you’ve done to the people who never harmed you in any way.

Despite everything you fell asleep after a short while. Only for about two hours, but it was still something. After waking up, you felt at least a little bit better. But still, your first instinct after opening your eyes was searching for Marcel. You hoped he would miraculously appear right there next to you, so you could wake up in the warmth of his embrace.

But Marcel wasn’t there. His beautiful golden eyes and handsome face weren’t the first things you saw. It was the old cement wall of the holding cell. His sweet kisses didn’t help you wake up and snap back to reality. His fingers weren’t entangled in your hair, and his body wasn’t pressed against yours.

Commander Magath’s visit felt like it happened in a different reality. Maybe it did. Maybe he never bothered to come and talk to you. Why would he? Compared to him, you were nothing. Simply no one. Not a person whose life would really matter.

You rubbed your eyes sleepily and turned around, looking at the ceiling. Not eating anything was starting to take its toll. You felt nauseous and dizzy, and even your arms were almost too weak when you tried to push yourself up to a sitting position. Leaning against the wall, you close your eyes once more, naively trying to fight sleep.

In the end, your head found itself back on the pillow. Sleeping seemed to be the best way to pass time. Mainly because you wanted to avoid dinner time and stop your brain from wandering to the darkest, most hopeless places. Nightmares chased after you during the whole night, you woke in a cold sweat a couple of times, but fell back asleep every time.

When you woke up in the morning, a tray with breakfast was waiting for you on the ground right in front of your bed. And it looked much more appetizing than anything they've brought you before.

It almost looked like someone put in a word for you and finally granted you food, that didn’t make you throw up even before you tasted it.

To be continued...

PART VII

#marcel galliard #marcel galliard x reader #marcel galliard x you #aot warriors #reiner braun #zeke jaeger #pieck finger #porco galliard #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhardt #aot x you #aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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frogwithhatto · 1 year

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Can I ask for a fluffy vessel request plz whether it’s just comforting him or cuddles I don’t mind ur works so good with the iv idea u had !

Say that you will

Pairing: Vesselxgn!reader

Summary: Vessel isn’t doing well and you comfort him.

Tw: panic attacks, fear of abandonment

Notes: This is a lot of angst so beware (pls someone give Vessel a hug) There’s fluff at the end I promise!! I hope you’ll like this anon!! :)

Something was off. You knew something wasn’t quite as usual when Vessel entered the apartment ignoring your greeting and going straight to the bedroom.

Confused as to what was up with him you decide to give him some space to arrive at home before confronting him. Maybe you thought, you wouldn’t need to, maybe he would ask for comfort himself. That’s why you decided to leave him alone for now not wanting to put pressure on him.

You know he had been stressed, well more stressed than usual, the release of the new album coming up and a lot of rehearsals taking place to practice the new songs with the band. But it didn’t seem like it was the stress weighing down his head his shoulders slumped when he had walked in.

Deciding you had waited long enough you get up to go to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water and a little snack, he probably hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

Getting back to the living room you notice that the bedroom door is no longer closed and instead Vessel is standing in its frame. He looks lost like he entered the room with purpose but forgot what he was planning to do there. You feel a light stab in your chest at the sight.

Carefully moving closer you put down the water and the snack on the coffee table his eyes following your every move, you can’t see them behind his mask but you definitely feel them on you.

As you turn around you notice that he hasn’t moved but he had started fidgeting with one of his necklaces. Uncertain about what to do next you step closer while still minding his personal space. „You okay, love?“ you whisper as if speaking too loud would startle him.

You patiently wait for him to make the next move. Vessel slowly moves closer resting his head on one of your shoulders hands hanging at his sides. You wrap your hands around him lightly rubbing them up and down his back in an attempt to offer comfort. He relaxes a bit small sobs filling the silence as his hands grip at the front of your shirt. Vessel tries and fails to keep it together he has no energy left to keep control of his feelings anymore and he can’t help but feel weak and pathetic.

„It’s alright.“ you whisper. Those words seemed to break down all of the walls he had build up to convince everyone he was fine to make them believe he was just under a lot of stress and nothing else. His body starts to shake, hands twitching as he looses control. It feels as if everything’s happening too fast and too slow at the same time.

It was as if he couldn’t bear his own existence anymore as his knees give in and he pulls you down to the floor with him. You try to support as much of his weight as you can which wasn’t easy given he is taller than you. You feel helpless he has never had a breakdown like this in your presence before. Sure you had comforted each other whenever needed but this, this was different. You had never seen him this miserable before and it scares you that he has been hiding the way he felt from you for this long. You thought he was just stressed but you could tell there was more to this than just stress.

Tremors shake his body his breathing becoming ragged as you make a weak attempt to detach him from your chest and lean him against the wall of the couch.

„O-okay okay Ves? Ves? we can do this alright? I’m just going to get you in a more comfortable position. I’m not going anywhere.“ you pant out and try to move him again. This time you succeed.

It must’ve been reflex as he pulls his knees towards his chest and hugs them close with his arms. Vessel puts his masked forehead on his arms and starts rocking back and forth sobs and whimpers shaking his body. Youcan´t help the twinge of pain you feel at the sight of him he looks so small and fragile all of a sudden.

You kneel down beside him unsure if you should touch him but ultimately deciding against it for now. You don’t know what to do so you just start talking hoping it will help ground him.

„Don’t worry love I’m here, okay? We’re both safe…You’re safe… I’m safe. We’re in our apartment on the floor. This will pass and I won’t leave you alone with your feelings. I promise okay?“ you start babbling away studying his reaction to your words. He lifts his head looking at you through his mask as he struggles to breathe.

You can see the white streaks his tears have left in the black paint creating a pattern. It makes his skin look like black marble. If the circumstances were different you would’ve thought he looked like a fallen god. Beautiful but oh so broken.

You decide to go on „Just focus on me and you, alright?“

You slowly raise your hand in order for him to be able to stop you if needed and take one of his. You can feel him shivering now, his muscles spasming uncontrollably. You rub your thumb over the back of his hand giving him a warm smile. Suddenly Vessel can feel the touch of your hand which pulls him back, out of his fogged mind. He had felt like his body was floating like he couldn’t control his movements which in truth he couldn’t. Somehow your voice mixed with the sudden warmth on his hand grounds him.

„See I’m here with you. You think you can focus on your breathing with me?“ you ask as you hug his hand to your chest whispering „In…hold…out“ repeatedly.

Vessel tries to focus on you, on the warmth and comfort you’re radiating. How he can feel your steady heartbeat through your chest your breathing calm. Devoting all your attention to him, to helping him.

With your help he manages to get his breathing under control. His mind is clearing up again but slight tremors are still shaking his body and he can’t help but feel utter exhausted. His lungs burn and his limbs feel heavy.

„M‘ sorry.“ he mumbles as his head hangs low. His voice sounds raspy and his throat feels incredibly dry. You can clearly hear how tired he must be feeling right now.

„Nothing to be sorry for love.“ you smile as you scoot closer placing a hand on one of his knees to get his attention. „I will be right back I’m just going to get you a glass of water.“ you reassure as you get up and walk towards the coffee table.

Vessel feels awful and once your grounding presence is gone his mind starts racing again. His throat seems to be closing up, anxiety slowly wrapping its grip around him again.

You’re going to leave him now, aren’t you?

Who would want to be with someone like him anyway.

„Ves? You gotta drink something.“ your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he lifts his head. You gaze at him lovingly lightly putting one of your hands on his shoulder. He chokes out a sob at the sight of you.

He didn’t deserve such kindness.

He didn’t deserve you.

„Love I’m here just take it easy. Can you drink some water for me, hm?“ you ask and he nods taking the glass in his shaky hand. He hastily takes a few gulps the cold water soothing his aching throat and burning body.

Tears are still streaming down his cheeks and you try your best at wiping them away. Ultimately you give up and gently hold his masked face in your hands, he leans into the touch breathing weakly.

„You wanna talk about it? If not I can also offer you a hug or we can get you into bed. Your choice Ves.“ you speak softly.

„Wanna get into bed and then cuddle.“ he murmurs which clearly took a lot of energy for him to get out.

You get up with a nod offering him a hand to pull him to his feet. Vessel doesn’t know how it’s possible but once he’s standing he feels even more tired than before. His legs feel rubbery and he puts his hand around your shoulder for additional support as you both make your way to the bedroom.

It feels like forever until he has finally reached the bed and sink down on the mattress. He can’t be bothered to get under the covers feeling way too exhausted already.

You take his blanket tucking him in and leaving a kiss on his masked forehead which causes him to smile before turning off the light. The moon shines through the half closed curtains lightly illuminating the now dark room as you climb into bed next to him.

„Still want cuddles?“ you ask and he eagerly scoots closer. You’re both facing each other as you wrap him in your arms, one of his hands resting around your hips the other gripping the front of your shirt. Vessel claws at the fabric scared that if he lets go he might loose you. He knows it’s not rational but that’s what his mind is telling him and he’s too tired to resist.

He pulls you impossibly close, the side of his head resting against your chest. You trail your hands up and down his back and he melts at the touch his aching body finally relaxing. He lets out a sigh a feeling of safety and comfort spreading through him.

„I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I-I was just scared to admit that s-something was wrong.“ he confesses his voice cracking toward the end.

„It’s okay love. Talking can be hard, I understand. Just know I will always be there for you if you need me.“ you smile placing a kiss on his shoulder which causes him to let out a low chuckle.

„Can I talk about it tomorrow? M'tired now.“ he mumbles lifting his head from your chest to look at you through his mask.

„Of course Ves.“ you answer as he cups your face with one of his hands. He leans in to place a soft kiss on your cheek a silent gesture of gratitude. His lips linger slightly longer after the kiss as he smiles against your skin.

As he pulls away and moves to rest against your chest again he can’t help but place another small kiss above your heart. Calm descends in the room and you catch yourself drifting off but shortly before falling asleep you can still make out a muffled „I love you.“

#vessel sleep token #sleep token #frog writes #frog requests #pls give this man a hug he needs one #I hope you like this I feel like it's a bit trashy

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thebestestbat · 2 months

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timelines and things. ive put some of it randomly on my nsfw blog but idk let's do a post. big tmi!

i started hrt on dec 22, 2023! so its been a bit over 2 months.

the first thing i noticed, within the first week, is that my clit hurtttttttt. its gotten less sensitive, or i have gotten more used to it. i can't notice a lot of other changes there except it does get bigger (than normal/before) when i am horny

which im horny often. and cumming feels different. i honestly figured this would be annoying but tbh? i love it? the difference? so far

acne on my neck and shoulders and face, mostly jawline and cheeks and forehead... i cant say its worse (yet) than as a teenager but it's definitely different and new

my voice has changed. it is so subtle! but it is different! !!!!!!!!!!

most recently i noticed my chest hair is getting darker and thicker. can't really see that anywhere else

i decided to grow my hair out in the face of the high probability of balding but its so annoying and i still am not very comfortable with it long. so i may cut it. but i may go to a hairdresser to get it styled in a way that keeps the top long, instead of cutting it myself

#timeline

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russilton · 11 months

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I understand the point you're trying to make about George and homophobic comments but can you stop likening the very real oppression that Lewis is the victim of to some ignorant twitter comments on a white driver with a girlfriend?! Lewis is literally attacked in real-life by the kkk fanbase of that vile sport, ex champions throw around violently racist and homophobic slurs towards him without any pushback, stewards publicly wish for him to burn in his car (yes this has happened more than once), his literal championship was stolen to make space for their "great white hope" (in their words), other drivers have victim-blamed Lewis for years of racist abuse. This is the level of oppression that Lewis has dealt with in the sport, don't ever compare his situation to anyone else. I know you won't post this because white queers hate addressing their racism but you need to stop talking about Lewis if you insist on using him as a prop for your ship. You remind me of Barca fans who claim Gavi is oppressed due to sports heckling while a whole stadium chants racist abuse to Vini. In the wake of the discourse centering the racist abuse that black athletes face in Europe, it's asinine to compare a black athlete's situation with a white one. On that note, I have yet to see you speak up on the racism and homophobia that Lewis is subjected to, but you're always prepared to paint your cishet white fav as oppressed.

I spent a very long time trying to figure out how to answer this ask, most of the day if I'm honest, because while I’m always willing to learn, I also think some of the things you’ve said here just aren’t true, and the fact that I’ve made you feel that they are means I need to be clearer with what I’m expressing.

At no point did I ever, ever, ever intend for it to sound like I was saying what George is dealing with currently is anywhere close to what Lewis deals with on a daily basis. And I don’t think that’s what I said at all, but if it came off that way, it’s something I want to change.

For the sake of transparency, I've made an edit to the original post to clarify my point. I understand now it might have come away belittling to seem like I was equating a more isolated incident to something larger and much more complex, and I'm sorry for that, it was just the only incident I could come to at the time.

I’m not looking for anyone to come to my defence here, because I’d rather speak for myself, nor do I want to make it sound like I've never made mistakes. I've made plenty, on here included, and i've done my level best to change and listen. But if you believe I have never spoken about the racism Lewis faces, have you been around that long?

I talk about it often, and as blatantly as I can while also making clear that as a white guy, I’m not the voice that should be listened to, and that it’s better for me to promote POC speakers or link to them instead. I'm sorry you if it appears like I'm not doing it enough, Ive been trying to listen instead of speak, which is what i've been told to do in the past on here by other anons. When asks have crossed the topic, I've been blunt about the systemic racism in f1, and why it serves F1 to suppress Lewis' voice. But again, there is a limit to what I have said myself, because I don't think its right to make myself the centre focus, when it should be more informed voices.

The only reason it may seem like I do more speaking myself when it comes to homophobia around Lewis AND George, is that it's something I HAVE experienced firsthand, and can more effectively talk about. The vitriol Lewis faces for self expression and the homophobic stereotypes that pour out with it are things I've been open about before, and Lewis' own changing views on gender and gendered clothing are something I'm deeply proud of him for.

But i also need to say I want to be able to talk about multiple issues at once without it seemingly like one is standing over the other, or should detract attention. It's both true that Lewis faces abuse that the officials surrounding F1 and even Mercedes itself will sweep under the rug or belittle, AND that the torrent of Homophobic abuse George is facing needs to be addressed no matter his sexuality or relationship status due to the effect it'll have on his fans.

I care less about how George feels as someone who isn't routinely oppressed and able to easily access support, and more about how formula one continues to absolve fans of extremely bigoted behaviour under the umbrella of calling them a bad outliers rather than addressing the root issues of the sports own willing ignorance and allowance of hateful behaviours from stewards, marshals, team staff and even other drivers. It's not about how the drivers feel, but how minority fans are pushed out in favour of the toxic cesspool f1 has happily encouraged the growth of in order to rake in their money, rather than address. There is not a single f1 comment section on any team, or official social page i would willingly step into, because It is never anything but filled with the worst voices that f1 just.. ignores. Until they're booing Max Verstappen on track, and we're all demanded to be nicer to him, even as he continues to stoke the kinds of fans that have called me every slur in the book and told me to off myself. There is a reason I only interact with F1 on tumblr of all places, it is legitimately the only site I feel safe to do so.

I was a Lewis fan before I was a George fan, and I think I will always find a closer home in him than I will with any other driver. No driver has stood up quite as vocally for issues both close to home for me and issues the world over. No other driver has stuck his neck out the same way or made me feel quite as allowed into a traditionally cis het white space. I only became a motorsport fan because Lewis made me feel like there was a space for people like me.

#asks #anonymous #wank/rants #tw: racism #tw: homophobia #mark rambles #i think im going to turn anons back off again soon #i love being able to talk to everyone but this has been #detrimental to my mental health and is forcing me to lean too much on friends #and that's not fair for them #I’m afraid I can’t comment on the football comparisons #the only football I actively keep up with is ted lasso #I don’t know who gavi or Barca are

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gothmileena · 11 months

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honestly lowkey surprised to see how many people reacting negatively to the trailer? ive been saying to friends that we don’t really know much of anything yet, other than this basically being a partial roster reveal and a confirmation of what we’ve all suspected since mk11 ended (fresh timeline) so that’s not really much of a surprise either. Imo the biggest thing here was a release date + preorder announcement. (Speaking of, I don’t believe Shang Tsung will end up being a preorder only bonus. Dlc? Oh yeah absolutely but I can’t see them restricting him like that. If anything it’ll just be a waiting period before the rest of us get our hands on him.) We don’t even know which Sub Zero that was lmao there’s still really not much story knowledge to be had.

We’ll definitely be getting more information the closer we get to the release date, whether via official channels or leaks, and with that I’ll form more of a solid anticipatory opinion on my expectations but right now it feels too early to go anywhere past ‘oh shit new game this year!’ because we really don’t. Have anything outside of that? Unless some of y’all have inside sources you aren’t sharing djfkfkf in which case, sharing is caring.

I’m excited to potentially see more of Edenia and I’m really curious about what Liu Kang’s version of events will look like. I’m also wondering if they end up pulling something similar to Dark Raiden with Human Raiden where it only lasts for like like half an hour and then he’s normal again, I think that’d be a bit funny. If they let me run around and explore I will be absolutely fucking Delighted. If they have some sort of create a fighter thing going on? (Liu Kang’s voiceover maybe might possibly have hinted it?? Could just be wishful thinking on my end) I would be even more thrilled if that were the case. The tag team thing from what I understand of it now does confuse me a bit, and if given the choice I’d prefer a larger roster over a tag in format, but like I said, I’ll hold off on any strong feelings about that until I see more of it.

Also I think I’m more relaxed about the announcements for this franchise because it’s not like a new timeline completely negates the old one. Normally time travel and its related tropes kill my interest on arrival, but with mk it always struck me as more exploratory than anything else. What I’m saying is you can still vibe with other timelines more than the new one and they’re all still equally canon since they exist separately. 30 years of canon would be an unholy mess to keep track of if they intended to have it all be continuous, from a storytelling perspective having multiple timelines was probably the best choice they could have made with the circumstances given.

Idk I’m just interested to see where this goes and excited to see more from this universe, and it feels like some people are just determined to find something to pick apart no matter what. There will be more than enough space for criticism once we get the final product, a two minute cinematic showing off a partial roster and what will almost definitely be some fatalities isn’t enough to go off of yet. I’ll definitely be finding something in the new game to latch onto in canon and have fun with & I’m looking forward to seeing what aspects of it end up resonating with me in the end

#mk12 #mortal kombat #also the implication of timelines here is that there is Infinite potential #I love the idea of the animated movies exploring even more of that #honestly good on nrs for making me open to time tropes djfjf y’all have No idea how hard that is and how much I normally hate them #plus. please let me have this dhjfkf ovw2 pve cancelled bloodhunt no longer in development vtmb2 still up in the air #da4 ‘it’s about solas!’ either announcement in almost a decade mea2 uh. who knows.#nrs is the only studio that hasn’t let me down royally in recent times LMAO #so maybe I’m biased and more forgiving by default shdjfj #I rly want them to release a book of concept/production art tho #@ Ed boon give me the Drawings. give me the Knowledge.#and final aside whoever said ‘Liu kang used the new timeline to finally make raiden Asian’ had me Screaming djfjf they’re right!!!

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YOU !!!! I WAS HOPING I’D SEE YOU IN MY NOTES !!!! YOU’RE MY SONIC MUTUAL !!!!

hi 🥺👉👈 hello i think i would like 2 enter the sonic fandom. how do i partake in sonic. i dont know where 2 start 😢 ive been vaguely watching some of the fandubs and i just played the murder mystery steam game and !!!! i didn’t grow up with it bc i was a pokemon and mario baby but yea [: ALSO if you see me perusing your art that is why [:< !!!! (and because you are very talented and a beloved bestie mutual)

HI!!!!! Always love seeing u beanie I hope you’re good!! This might be a long response so I’m preemptively putting a cut lol

HI AGAIN BEANIE!!! Disclaimer I’m certainly not an expert BUT i’ll try my best 💙💙💙🫡🫡🫡

The murder of sonic the hedgehog is REALLY good. Its definitely got a lot of love packed into it and it shines through the whole thing. Its a favorite because its a little silly but they still work to take the characters seriously (idk. U can tell the devs really loved doing it. I think its all around a fantastic introduction to the series!)

I’ve been hooked on Sonic from a SUPER early age. Like playing on hand me down consoles and stuff. My favorite game ever was sonic and knuckles or sonic 3 and then it was sonic the fighters. And then every game after that until Sonic The Hedgehog (2006) for the xbox 360 came out and despite the glitches and everything else im sure anyone could tell you about it younger me just found it SO striking. Everything about it. I used to sit and watch all the cutscenes on youtube on the family computer like it was my JOB. Idk where the turning point was I’ve played all the other titles except for a couple here and there more recently but I def think you could start where-ever you want!!!

Theres some games I think most people in the fandom would agree are unplayable or just Bad (for any number of reasons, everyone has their opinions! But think like notoriously bad like sonic boom..or specifically sonic colors nintendo ds version) BUT I’m a firm believer that if Sonic 06 specifically didnt have game breaking issues it would have been a masterpiece (look up project 06…! its a labor of love and it made that game feel like what I thought it did when I was itty bitty and more. Beyond my expectations. Genuinely impressive and really shows how much could have been fixed/polished for gameplay/overall) obviously I’m very biased but 06 is something I’ll never get over and I think more people should see Project 06 because the work put into it is immaculate and really showcases what I loved and still love about that game

The fandubs are good! If you’re looking for more watching stuff instead of playing stuff the original remastered Sonic OVA movie is up on YouTube for free and I think you’d really enjoy that too! There’s some design choices (like knuckles just flying for half the movie/not gliding like he would in later titles) that are more timeline based (like they hadnt gotten a firm grasp in franchise what was what yet etc etc) but it really sticks to that charm that drew me in to begin with so its a 10/10 in my book.

Games I think you could start anywhere you’d like (even if people say you’ve GOTTA play x or y or z or whatever you do what you think you’d like) but as a die hard fan you know I’ve got to mention Sonic Adventure 2 or Heroes or one of those. More ‘recent’ games I’ve really enjoyed that didn’t feel rushed/scrapped halfway through.. Sonic Generations is good, Sonic Unleashed is good (and theres a short film called night of the werehog thats official you could watch!) Frontiers obviously is the best I think we’ve gotten in a while narratively.

And im biased but I really. REALLY like sonic and the black knight. I think it being on the wii was a little bad controls wise but it has some charm! The storybook ones (Sonic & The Secret Rings and Sonic & The Black Knight) were super interesting to me when they came out just because it was a fresh art style lol.. Still very charming to me

The Shadow The Hedgehog game will always hold a special place in my heart and I know you like that guy so if you haven’t checked out that game (it has so many endings.) I think you’d personally love it!!

Other than that I think IDW comics are really great if you can get your hands on em! I don’t read them very often if at all anymore but I keep up to date on new characters in gen (more out of interest for the designs and direction theyre going) but if you EVER get the chance to read the arc with the metal virus you absolutely should. All the comics are great but I think you especially would think that arc in particular is incredible

I’ll link the ova and the werehog animation below but every games cutscene you can find on youtube if you’re ever interested! I can always find more stuff and link you if you want : - )

ONE FINAL NOTE IS THAT SONIC GAMES SOUNDTRACKS DO NOT EVER MISS A CHANCE TO GO HARD AS FUCK FOR NO REASON!!!! All of the games OST’s EVER have at least one song for everybody on planet earth and I will not retract that statement ever. If u havent listened to any I highly recommend it

THANK U FOR THE ASK!!!! Always love to talk about whatever so holler if you want!!!

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