#from caesar to the mafia

[chuckbbirdsjunk]

#from caesar to the mafia #hardback #dustjacket #caesar #mafia #1970s

[bookgeekgrrl]

Tumblr, however, is painfully aware that its platform is mostly populated by weird feral internet gremlins and seemingly acknowledges that such a group is unlikely to take polls seriously. This is a community that collaboratively managed to conceive the greatest mafia movie never made; of course people will be trying to manipulate polls for the sheer fun of it. The poll games that emerged from this mayhem are low effort, low stakes, and serve Tumblr’s whimsical — if slightly unhinged — sense of community spirit. Teamwork may not make the dream work, but you can all at least have fun stabbing Caesar or baking a really crappy cake.

#the verge #sir that's my emotional support hellsite #polls #'tumblr is a hollowed out tree behind the school with 500 amazing raccoons living in it' #the tumblr experience #msm coverage of tumblr #delighted by the excellent use everyone is making of the polls

[cousticks]

hey did you guys know that the one bit in the beast movie, during the dragon's head rush sequence, where dazai stabs himself in the thigh to try to convince chuuya to trust him on using corruption is like, right out of my favorite shakespeare play.

For context here, this is Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. That's the Brutus that is going to stab Caesar. He's been keeping his plans and meetings with other conspirators secret from his wife, Portia.

To prove to Brutus that she can be trusted with this secret, she stabs herself in the thigh while begging him to trust that she will not do him wrong.

Here's the transcribed (slightly paraphrased/edited) scene from the movie I'm talking about, at about 1:00:33 in the movie

C: So there is no way after all? D: Not really. After [Shibusawa] is down, I will suppress Arahabaki’s rage with my skill, then it should be okay. That’s why I came here. C: In other words, if you decide to cut corners… he and I will go down together, and you are the only one who gains from it, right? How can I believe you in this situation? D: That’s right. However, Chuuya… You have to believe me. [This is where Dazai stabs himself in the thigh.] To protect this world, I can’t lose either Chuuya, or the Port Mafia. C: Don’t you dare mess up, Dazai. D: Do it, Chuuya!

I am super normal about this. By the way. Its essentially the same principle as the scene between Brutus and Portia in Julius Caesar. Which is... really interesting, honestly, as Portia is often portrayed to be a very good and noble, selfless, character, which... Beastzai is many things, but I'm not sure that's how I'd describe him. It's kind of also interesting giving Chuuya the Brutus parallel, when if anything he's been given the Caesar treatment in the past. Its almost as if their put into roles opposite their general characters, or at least that offer a wider contrast. This crossover of my favorite media overall and my favorite Shakespeare play does things to me.

#fun fact my first stint on tumblr was specifically for content on this play #bsd beast #beast dazai #beast movie spoilers #beast chuuya #bsd beast movie #beast movie #beast. #why we will never meet #burn the ghosts

[thornybushybrambles]

I think what I loved about Violet coming on to Corky so much is like, how it removes the predatory lesbian fear, both as a trope and for Corky in-universe. Like, in the elevator, Corky is definitely into her, she eyes her up, the camera focuses on her legs, but Corky never makes the first move. Even when Violet literally places her hand on her breast and says she's seducing her, Corky doesn't actually fondle her until Violet says she wants her to. It's just AH!! It's so cool to see a gnc lesbian portrayed as a subject of desire, Violet wants her, badly. Badly enough to put millions of dollars and lives on the line.

And it's also such a wonderful subversion of the femme fatale. Not very feminist of me to say, but I find femme fatales as a trope really hot, and I kinda don't even feel bad about it in this instance because Violet actually is the one moving the plot forward. She doesn't betray or use Corky (our noir protagonist), she's using and betraying the men (our noir antagonists) in the narrative, and she's fucking getting away with it. She is the manipulator, she is the active energy to the plot, she sets the story into motion at every turn. Corky, despite her tough attitude and handiness, is entirely reliant on Violet for direction. It's Violet's idea to steal the money, it's Violet who knows the inner relationships of the mob, it's Violet who wants out of the business, it's Violet who wants in Corky's pussy life. Corky details the heist plan and steals the cash, sure, but only after prodding, and receiving information from, you guessed it, Violet!

spoilers

And I think it's also worth noting that Corky never kills anyone throughout the entire movie, but Violet shoots Caesar in the penultimate scene. It's a really powerful climax where Caesar is basically playing chicken with her, taunting that she wouldn't actually shoot him, which utterly fails and tips her over the edge instead. Violet hates being told what she wants, this is proved again and again in the story. First by Corky, who says she's going to leave her for a man (she gets pissed at this one), secondly by Caesar who tells her she doesn't actually want out of the mafia, she's just being sensitive. Then of course lastly in the end scenes. The men treat her like an object, and she takes back autonomy in the climax of the movie by shooting her oppressive husband. I think there's probably something to be said about the fact that guns are directly compared to penises as well; when Caesar sees Mickey pointing a gun at him, he jovially asks why he's got his pecker out. Killing is referred to as "fucking" multiple times (typical for a mafia movie, insert dworkin quote here, etc.) You kill someone with a gun, and you fuck someone with a cock. Violet has literal and symbolic sexual agency: she kills Caesar because she wants to, in the same way she seduces Corky because she wants to.

Violet is such a Character™️ to me, Corky almost seems a little lacking in her depth comparatively, though that's probably a result of her screentime being a bit lacking. I'll probably end up rewatching and reevaluating though, I definitely have thoughts on how Corky's trust issues could've been handled by the narrative as well as Violet's clawing for autonomy.

#bound 1996 #expect character essays from me periodically

[leucoratia]

Leucoratia's ultimate JJBA fic recs

A/N: Here are all the jojo fics I ever reblogged as well as my AO3 favourites, they have passed peer review and I reccomend them all with my eyes closed! This masterlist will be updated as I read (so don't forget to check the original post on my blog, new fics might appear!)

My favourites ever will be highlighted in pink! Happy reading!

Gen :

-"Bruno Bucciarati's Guide to Motherhood" - Buccigang : "Some little stories about Mafia Mom and his six kids, featuring such classics as: “How many times can the kids say ‘Mom!’ in an hour,” “Maybe if I hide in the bathroom I can have five minutes of alone time,” and “No Stands at the dinner table!”

-"Rain in the Flower Garden" - Buccigang : After defeating Diavolo, Giorno discovers a new power and starts to put things back together. A story in which Giorno brings people back (angst)

-"Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" - Dio : "What would it take for Dio to fight on the side of the Joestar family? For Diavolo to serve society in a beneficial way? For Jotaro to actually be there for his daughter? An AU with a dark beginning and a wholesome ending." (Mudad, mind warnings)

-"Remember me as the sky" - Ceasar Zeppeli : "We'll do everything that'll make Lisa Lisa mad at us" Ceasar lives, at a cost.

Character x Character :

-"Catch of the Day" - Pirate!Avdol x Merman!Polnareff

-"Unbroken" - Esikars : "When an argument broke between Kars and Esidisi, a severe injury drives the Flame King away with the redhead infant. Through pain and betrayal, Esidisi struggles to come in terms of his role in Kars' life. And try to find something within him, which is unbroken."

-"When the Ancient Being Prayed" - Esikars (NSFW) : "After drifting into space aimlessly, Kars was reborn as a human being. As he readjusts himself to the present times, would he forget the past and moved on? But it's really hard with the hot historian who resembled his old lover."

Bruabba :

-"It Starts Like This" : bruno deals with epilepsy which has been caused by being undead (everyone lives AU, angst)

-"Gold room": An abridged history of Bruno Buccellati and Leone Abbacchio, told in ten parts. (Fix-it AU, relationship study)

-"Arm Candy": Leone Abbacchio is at rock bottom, so he might as well catch whatever he can reach to pull himself back up. When a stranger from the mafia offers Leone a job as his bodyguard Leone accepts it, but he has no idea Bruno Bucciarati is much more than a regular gangster, and that the job would turn out to be much stranger than Leone expected. (AU, T4T, mind warnings)

Caejose :

-"Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can" : "They say stand users attract other stand users, do you think it's true in other ways too?" Bruno and Leone get together and help eachother figure themselves out. (T4T, transitioning)

-"He wears a pair of silver wings" : What if there never were any vampires, pillarmen and red stone of Aja? What if Joseph and Ceasar were just two men on opposite sides in WW2, stranded together in the middle of the Alps?

-"The Ghost of Ceasar Zeppeli" "Caesar was content to guard over Joseph's family in the afterlife, he had no idea what that would entail"

-"A field of words I wish I would have said" : Jotaro comes to Joseph for advice, making him reminisce his time with Ceasar (angst, canon character death)

Jonadio :

-"The Convergence of Two Stars" (Les Misérables AU) : "Following a fight with this father, young Jonathan Joestar moves from his estate to the Gorbeau tenement, intent on making his own way in the world. Unbeknownst to him, his next door neighbour is someone whose fate is tied to his own through a shared past. Their meeting may be the catalyst to change the course of both their lives."

-"Rosa Sangue" : hanahaki, but the loved one is dead and the sufferer immortal

-"A little derring-do" : "Come now. Would you rather I go out and jump on some unlucky fellow in the streets? All because Jonathan Joestar couldn't give up some of his precious blood. So selfish, Jojo."

"I would rather you hadn't put on that mask at all," Jonathan chided. And yet, he raised a hand to trace one careful thumb over the sharp, sharp tip of Dio's fangs. He almost wanted to press just a little bit harder, enough to see the skin split open and spill red. (Blood drinking, midly dubious consent, frottage)

Jotakak:

-"Twisted Love" - Jotakak: "Noriaki Kakyoin has been in love with his best friend for years. The only problem? Nothing has changed, and it seems like the best course of action would be to just forget about it and move on. The catch? He has to pretend to be his boyfriend for a game show." (fake dating, undercover as a couple, slow burn, fluff and angst... best Jotakak fic I've ever read)

-"In water" - Jotakak (mind warnings) : "Broken, battered, barely clinging to life, Kakyoin wakes up in the ICU after Egypt with one thought on his mind: he has to survive, because important people are waiting for him"

-"Watching for the Tide" - Jotakak (transfem Joot <3) : "Before stands, before Dio, it had been easy for Jotaro Kujo to hide that she was a girl, but with her soul displayed as Star Platinum—huge, powerful, and definitely a woman—it was becoming harder to ignore."

Diavolo :

-"Moonchild" - Diavolo & Doppio: where Doppio deals with an "intruder" in his appartment, whose only misgiving is drawing children's drawings everywhere and messing up (character study, Diavolo's wounded inner child. All of this author's jojo fics are really great)

-"He'll find him waiting like a lonesome king" - Diadop (NSFW) : Diavolo finds a way to meet doppio face to face, but only temporarily

-"Double" - Diadop (beware warnings) : "In the beginning, they were only Them. From the moment of their birth, they were Two, and they had no name for Themselves, and they needed none. They watched from behind their eyes, and they smiled and laughed at each other’s passing thoughts, and they cried from the same hunger and reached for the same bottle. Their selves were driven only by simple thoughts; instinct, need, care- and so there was no disagreement; to be two was as natural as to breathe, to drink, to cry."

-"The Healing Power of Nothing" - Diavolo & Trish : "While Diavolo was trapped in the death loop, Trish learns about her father's fate and convinces Don Giovanna to release him from his torment. Upon release, Diavolo is left a paranoid wreck, keeping himself sheltered from the outside in fear of dying again. Dying multiple times enabled him to reflect on his past actions, wishing to start over but is aware he is worthy of forgiveness. Trish on the other hand, wants a father in her life again is willing to give him that second chance."

-"Vae Victis" - Diavolo/Giorno (NSFW, mind warnings) : "At the 15 year anniversary of Giorno's ascent to Don of Passione, Bruno convinces Giorno to pull Diavolo from the death loop."

Giorno Giovanna:

-"Baby mine" -Giorno & Buccigang : Giorno is hit by an enemy stand which causes him to regress to his newborn state. He must grow older again while his friends turn into family. (angst, found family, past child abuse)

-"The child of god" - Mudad : A universe in which Dio comes for his son

-"My devil / my darling" - Mudad : Dio is dead. But that doesn't mean that it will stop him from visiting his son in his dreams...or rather nightmares. Dio takes it upon himself to be Giorno's sleep paralysis demon.

-"Ripped Out" - Giorno & Buccigang : "Abbacchio gets sent on a simple mission with his least favorite Passione member. Even after defeating the boss, his irritation towards Giorno hasn’t completely faded. But what if the “perfect” teen gets hurt?" (warning: OW)

-"Still Learning" - Giorno & Buccigang: "They winked. And then, suddenly, there was a child standing right before them in his pyjamas, looking for all the world as though he had been pulled out of bed"

-"Blood Runs Thicker" - Mudad : "Should they prove themselves worthy of their birthright, he would ensure his sons their rightful place as a part of his eternal legacy. He hoped, for their individual sakes, they would do so."

-"Sunlight" - Mudad: "It was the first few rays of morning that woke Dio, along with Giorno’s squirming. Dio wasn’t exactly a morning person--he preferred staying up into the late hours of the night if he chose to extend his day, not waking up early. Unfortunately for him, his son was, often waking up right before or after sunbreak. Whatever internal clock his little body ran on, it was determined to have Dio up every morning before 7am, which in his very professional and official legal opinion, should be a crime."

-"You are someone I have loved but never known" - Mudad : Dio's spirit visits his son. A story of fatherhood, trauma, and catharsis, told through years of dreams of Giorno Giovanna.

-"Son of the Tiger" - Mudad : Dropping by Dio's awful mansion to deliver a report, Hol Horse meets someone unexpected.

-"Belgian chocolate" - Mudad : Dio and Giorno are at home, chillin' like villains. An old friend (and a new one!) drops by. (No warnings, same timeline as Son of The tiger)

X Reader :

-"Rekindled Meetings" -Mer!Jotaro x Reader : y/n reunites with their estranged mermaid best friend after a storm

-helpimhyperfixating's jotaro x reader masterlist

-"JJBa & You : fall dates edition" - Bruno, Abbaccchio, Gyro, Jotaro, Josuke, Diadop, Diego, Giorno, Kakyoin, Poly! Caesar & Joseph

-"Foolish Games" - Bucciarati x reader : “Excuse me, think I’ve mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn.“ (warnings: death, part 5 spoilers, soft nsfw)

-"A glimpse of Us" - Bucciarati x reader : Dating and sex work requires communication, something you and Bucciarati learn the hard way. (NSFW)

-"Cassandra Gemini : Multiple Spouse Wounds" - Dio x reader : in which you are a prostitue who has known Dio for many years. This is the story of your first and your last meetings (NSFW)

-"Several nightcaps later" - Abbacchio x reader (NSFW): "Abbacchio's unresolved issues and drinking habit have taken a severe toll on his sex life. After learning about jerk-off-instruction, he comes to you with his problem. You're more than happy to help."

-"The Altar" - Diavolo x reader (NSFW, demon!diavolo, non-con elements): "You find the source of a strange blight in your pumpkin patch. However, nothing could prepare you for what you encounter there."

-"The Domestic Diavolo Chronciles" - Diavolo x reader (domestic fluff)

-"Bratty's Kink compendium" - jojo x reader : NSFW oneshort request compliation. Basically kink heaven (mind warnings)

#x reader #bruabba #caejose #esikars #jotakak #mudad #diavolo jojo #fic recs #masterpost #giorno giovanna #jonadio

[sgiandubh]

So about TCND. NO I'M KIDDING. Don't throw me away. What else are you watching or reading or interested in lately? There isn't actually anything to talk about regarding OL (the show or actors therein) and TCND is off the table until someone has actually seen it. Anything interesting going on?

Dear What Else Anon,

Oh, I am definitely not going to throw out such a wonderful question! I do think there are more things of interest regarding OL and actors therein (more on this, tomorrow and mood/current drama allowing). But your ask reminded me (and should remind anyone) there are other things happening under the sun than this.

I am still fighting with The Fiery Cross. Sometimes, I get tired of its unjustified slow burn and briefly seek solace somewhere else. While I quit the horrible habit of reading two books simultaneously years ago, I find soothing to sometimes take a break with a good poem.

This one, for example: Brecht's Questions From a Worker Who Reads (translated into English by M. Hamburger - probably the most satisfying version I could find on the Internet, right now - the original is um, more complex)

Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the name of kings. Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock? And Babylon, many times demolished. Who raised it up so many times? In what houses Of gold-glittering Lima did the builders live? Where, the evening that the Wall of China was finished Did the masons go? Great Rome Is full of triumphal arches. Who erected them? Over whom Did the Caesars triumph? Had Byzantium, much praised in song, Only palaces for its inhabitants? Even in fabled Atlantis The night the ocean engulfed it The drowning still bawled for their slaves.

The young Alexander conquered India. Was he alone? Caesar beat the Gauls. Did he not have even a cook with him? Philip of Spain wept when his armada Went down. Was he the only one to weep? Frederick the Second won the Seven Years' War. Who Else won it?

Every page a victory. Who cooked the feast for the victors? Every ten years a great man. Who paid the bill?

So many reports. So many questions.

Speaking of Byzantium, this reminded me of Bissera Pentcheva and Jonathan Abel's absolutely remarkable experiment into reconstructing (by computer) the acoustics of Constantinople's Agia Sophia and use it as an audio filter for sacred music recordings. In order to do that, she simply had to pop a balloon inside the cathedral (with special permit and adequate measuring and recording equipment) - it took her five days to get the perfect pitch. As a result, we now can hear those hymns the same way someone would around 1400, AD. This is probably the closest we could get to time travel:

Oh, and I am also watching The Crown's sixth and last season, as many in this fandom, I suppose. More on this, when we are completely done with it. OL was the only exception to my read/listen/watch it all before discussing it rule.

You are obviously Anon but I have to thank you for this! Brought up wonderful memories of week-ends in Constantinople, staying at the Hagia Sofia Mansions and nearly touching its roof from the window of my room in the Yeșil Ev villa. Today, it's over: the Hilton guys took the whole complex and revamped it, Mafia style.

But this memory will never go away:

... a room

....with a view:

Would it be a good idea to make a new, weekly series out of your ask, perhaps something along the lines of Life Beyond OL? I am seriously toying with it, if that's what it takes to try and keep a modicum of sanity during promo: you decide on this one, here is a poll.

#anon #poll

[miralines]

so, thinking about points of inspiration for the different mechs, it’s not at all unreasonable for quite a lot of them to exist together in a (mostly) mundane historical au that keeps their backstory at least somewhat...

Like I’d say all of them but Carmilla and Aurora* can be traced back to a real Earth time and place, and a lot of those are technically close enough together for many of them to meet within natural human lifetimes. A timeline to demonstrate:

Between 100-1 BCE: Ivy, though the actual ending point of the Library of Alexandria is disputed. Caesar burned it in 48 BCE, but there’s evidence it still existed after that.

0 CE: Brian, if we’re assuming that Brian is space Jesus. Brian and Ivy could reasonably know each other in this case. 

between 1300 CE and 1860 CE: Scuzz, though both these ends are fairly unlikely. From my research, it looks like the height of the ninja era in Japan was between 1400 CE-1640 CE.

1400-1500: Possibly Raphaella? She’s a mystery, but based on the advanced science, the angel imagery, and the name, I think there’s the most evidence to put her at some point in the italian renaissance.

circa 1500-1650: Brian, if we’re assuming Brian is a space witch. Most witch hunts occurred within this window. This would put any combination of Brian, Raph, and Scuzz as feasible friends!

1800s: Marius? Like Raph, he’s a mystery, and I am not an expert on historical menswear, but based on the outfit and the baron/doctor thing I think he’s probably at some point in this century.

1837-1901: Toy Soldier’s origin, assuming it’s a victorian automaton. It also does not necessarily have a reasonable death date, as it wasn’t made immortal by Dr. Carmilla.

1865-1895: Jonny

1914-1918: Tim

1918: The historical storming of the winter palace. If Nastya was irl Anastasia, this would put her as being born in 1901

1920s-1940s: Ashes, based on the timeline of the American mafia, which seems to be the point of inspiration. However, that organization was founded in 1861, and it’s theoretically possible for them to come from a time as late as the 1980s, but based on historical mob peaks and costuming, 20s-40s seems most likely.

So depending on exact times (and places where my information or analysis may be incorrect) it’s completely possible to write a historical mechs au set in the 1930s which features Marius and Jonny (possibly also scuzz) as being older, with Tim and Nastya as adults and Ashes as a young adult, and the toy soldier, as usual, present, all within reasonable human lifespans.

*I have a few vague, barely-formed ideas about Aurora, but those are based on like. a handful of words in the forbidden lore. and Carmilla’s post-apocalyptic origin makes it difficult for me to place her in a historical timeline; the future seems far more likely for her. However, if we’re going by the 1872 novel, she could have been born in the 1700s, and if she’s still a vampire could at least meet the majority of the others.

#the mechanisms #the mechs #i don't even know what to call this #meta? #jonny d'ville #nastya rasputina #ashes o’reilly #scuzz nishimura #ivy alexandria #drumbot brian #the toy soldier #gunpowder tim #marius von raum #raphaella la cognizi

[theharrowing]

Collateral 🗡️ 1: I know exactly who you are

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

INDEX | NEXT

🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader

🗡️ word count: 5.4k

🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+ 

🗡️ warnings: a hint of violence, mention of weapons, description of panic attack

🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin​​ 🗡️ posted may 2022 | read on ao3

"Where the fuck are we going?" you hiss, trying to keep up with your boyfriend, who is dragging you through the dining hall of your favorite restaurant—the skyrise wine bar overlooking the river that serves the best Caesar salad you have ever tasted. Like, seriously, whatever they put in that dressing, you need to know.

"Babe, please," he huffs, "I'll explain it later just hurry."

Just hurry, he says, which is convenient for him considering he's not wearing the latest hot chick scallop pointed-toe Louboutins which are currently squeezing the life out of your fucking toes. At least your legs have range of motion in the vintage Alexander McQueen mid-length black cocktail dress, but your faux fur leopard print knee-length jacket is turning you into a furnace. 

You scurry down the hallway asking yourself what you are even fucking doing here. This isn't me, you think. This is a charade; I should be wearing sneakers and stuffing my face with fried nonsense in front of a food cart, not parading around the hallways of some bougie hotel like a distressed debutante.

It is not lost on you that, rather than taking the elevator that leads down to the lobby from the restaurant, your boyfriend has dragged you through the penthouse level of a hotel on top of which this restaurant sits, and you are now winding through a carpeted hallway away from the clattering of dishes toward an elevator meant for guests with rooms at that hotel. With the chance to pause and catch your breath, you turn to the man at your side.

"Mind telling me just what the fuck we're doing?" you pant.

Your boyfriend sighs heavily and chews on his bottom lip, which is always a telltale sign that you need to brace yourself; he is about to say something incredibly fucking stupid. You can just feel it in the air.

"Okay, so you know how I mentioned the new job?" he begins.

Ah yes, the new job that has brought in an exorbitant amount of wealth in a short amount of time, which he has had no trouble using to attempt to hold the pieces of your failing relationship together with gifts of clothing and jewelry because, try as you might not to be materialistic, you sure do like pretty things and expensive meals. Yeah, you are well aware of that job.

You hum in response.

"Well, I may have—uh—I may have fucked up."

"Fucked up, how?"

The elevator door dings, and your boyfriend's eyes go wide with fear, then he relaxes immediately upon realizing the elevator is empty. You follow as he hastily steps in, frantically hitting the button for the main floor.

"It registered your command, you only need to hit it once," you mutter, finding his impatience grating. The button is lit up; for fucks sake, won't he give it a rest.

He sighs. He always fucking sighs, and although it is innocuous, it always annoys you.

"I may have fucked up," he mutters again.

"Fucked up, how?" you repeat.

"I got mixed up with some guys who do some pretty questionable shit for a living, and they want me to do shit that's more questionable than the shit I was doing."

Wow, ever the wordsmith, what a statement. "Okay, what kind of shit?"

Through the reflection of the silver elevator doors, you can see worry paint your boyfriend's face. 

"They want me to run drugs," he confesses under his breath.

Honestly, you expected it to be much worse, somehow.

"Okay, and?"

Your boyfriend shoots you an incredulous, angry glare, whisper shouting as if someone might overhear you in this elevator occupied by nobody else. "What do you mean, 'Okay, and?' I'm not a drug dealer, babe!"

"Are these guys like low tier drug dealers or heavy hitters?" you ask because, okay, so maybe you have watched one too many old gangster films, or perhaps you are just so wholly unamused by how droll your everyday life has become with this man that, for once, something remotely exciting might be happening to. You have also known drug dealers your entire life; what is the big deal?

"What? Jesus, I don't know, I guess they're heavy hitters."

"So, they're well established and have bodyguards and shit?"

He huffs. "I guess so."

"So, wouldn't you run less of a risk of being, like, murdered, or whatever?"

The elevator door dings open, and he takes you by the wrist, dragging you down another carpeted hallway and out through a side exit. From here, you would have to walk around the block to get to valet for your car, but your boyfriend hails a taxi instead. It has occurred to you that he must be running away from someone, and probably you should be worried—your anxiety is definitely high—but the rush of adrenaline has you feeling excited more than anything.

You do not feel the need to resume the conversation in the cab; it is a short drive home, anyway. Instead, you scroll through social media in an attempt to avert your attention elsewhere because unless your boyfriend is detailing his exciting new job, there is literally nothing more you want to say to him.

Actually, there is one thing you want to ask him. "Wasn't dinner tonight meant to be a celebration of your new promotion?"

He sighs and looks out the window dramatically, almost causing you to laugh. You fight with the corners of your mouth to keep it in.

"It was, but then I was tipped off that the boss wanted to see me, and I panicked."

"Wait, so was he there at the hotel, or were you just being paranoid again?" you sound as incredibly annoyed as you feel, and he turns to you with knit eyebrows.

"Why are you like this?" he asks.

Oh, please. "We didn't even get our steaks! I'm hungry!"

"We can order something when we get home."

"Wait, doesn't he know where you live?" you ask. "Why are we going home?"

As if the obvious has smacked your boyfriend square in the face, he gasps, and all of his features fall open, almost cartoonishly. You watch as the wheels turn, but it is far too late; the taxi is already pulling up in front of your apartment complex.

"Sh-should we go somewhere else?" he asks.

You look around outside and you do not see anything out of the ordinary. It is a narrow road with scarce parking, and you do not notice any vehicles that are occupied by people. And, okay, so maybe a small part of you hopes that these men show up and come to collect your idiot boyfriend, giving you some much-needed alone time since you are not roped up in his choices and should not be affected. Who is to say.

"I dunno, the coast looks clear to me," you mutter with a shrug, handing the cab driver your credit card.

Your boyfriend gets out slowly, then, once he is confident that the coast is clear, he takes off running into your building. You roll your eyes and call him an idiot under your breath, making the driver snicker, then you thank the driver and get out, slowly walking to your apartment door. You consider suggesting your boyfriend stay in a motel for the night, you know, just to be safe, but opt to lock yourself in the bathroom and take a nice long shower before work, instead.

Your boyfriend insists you stay home from work tonight just in case, but you shoot him down quickly and leave even quicker. You could not really care less if he was abducted by the mafia—or whatever—while you are away, and you tell him to put on a brave face and try to get some sleep. Missing a shift is not exactly something you can just do on a whim; you do not want to wholly depend on that jackass, financially, especially considering he may be on the run, thus not bringing in any money.

Most nights a week, you work as a bartender at a nearby dive that primarily caters to older regulars and college students who have already picked up a drinking problem due to the stress of exams. It is not a glamorous place, but you like the vibe and appreciate the conversations you have with the folks who come in. You also like having the excuse to be out of the house until after bar time.

Although the designer clothes you put on for skyrise dinners with your wannabe flashy boyfriend have never really been your style, you can not deny enjoying the feeling of getting dolled up and pretending you have wealth. But here, in the dimly lit bar that reeks of cheap cologne and decades-old stale cigarette smoke, dressed in a v-neck tee tucked into some skinny jeans, with your favorite pair of sneakers on, you feel a lot more comfortable. More you. 

Having the rough background you have, where going to college and becoming something special was never an option, you value your humble roots and the people who come into your life from across the bar, even if only for a night, but especially frequently; the regulars make everything worth it. 

One such regular named Minjun, who has been coming into the bar for longer than you have been working here, sits in his usual spot at the end of the bar top, nursing a double whiskey neat. You have been vaguely aware of the gentle taps of his glass against the wood surface, but you have been so lost in your own thoughts that it is not until he clears his throat that you flinch and turn your attention his way.

"Sorry, ahjussi," you mutter with a smile, setting down the rag that you have been using to polish the same glass for several minutes. 

"Someone's brain is buffering tonight, I see?" Minjun says with a smirk, and you put the glass down on its shelf below the bar and walk over. 

With a sigh and a sad smile, you nod; you can never hide anything from him anyway, so you don't bother. "A lot on my mind."

"Trouble in paradise? That boyfriend of yours being an idiot again?"

You chuckle as you mutter, "Always."

For years, you have been ranting about your home life with some of the regulars. Nothing too revealing, just this and that about how your ball and chain is a real dingus, and you are not sure why you stay there—which is a lie; deep down, you know exactly why you stay there. And so Minjun has heard it all. He finishes his drink with a big gulp and sets the glass down close to you, and you pick up his favorite bottle of cheap whiskey and grab a shot glass, pouring his drink and giving yourself an ounce or so to shoot, as well. 

"You know, I sound like a hypocrite because my generation is famous for staying together out of convenience," Minjun says, "but you really don't have to."

"I know," you respond sweetly. "I kind of do, though. I don't exactly make enough to get a spot in this neighborhood on my bartending salary."

Minjun gives you a sad smile and holds his glass up. "Well, the moment an opportunity arises, I hope you don't hesitate. I hope you follow your heart and change your life."

You hold your dribble of whiskey up and tap your glass to his. 

"Cheers," you say, turning your head to the side and gulping it down.

It is a hot summer afternoon when your boyfriend insists on meeting up at the river. There is a spot you used to go to back when you were young and actually in love, and he likes to drag you out there from time to time with weak surprises and half-hearted attempts at "keeping the flame alive." 

Today he instructs you to dress nice and show up at 3 PM sharp, which is annoying because it is already 1 PM, and it will take two busses and a short walk to get all the way there. But you pick out an asymmetrical little black dress with a frilled skirt and gold accents, and some gold jewelry—all Louis Vuitton—along with a pair of black Doc Marten boots that are laced loosely. You pull your hair back and finish the look with a smoky eye, throwing your wallet and some lip gloss into a small Prada handbag with a gold chain for a handle. 

As you check yourself in the mirror, you get the same tingle of excitement in your gut that you always get when you see yourself dressed in designer. And each time, there is a voice in your head that tells you you are a fraud—that you do not deserve nice things and that your boyfriend has probably gotten all of this with dirty money—but you try to shut the voice up as you pull a smile and allow yourself to have this. Truth be told, you could not care less where the money comes from.

On the first bus, you stare out the window and consider what this fool could have planned for you. What could he possibly need in the middle of the afternoon? The sun is not going to set for several hours, there are no festivals or markets, and it is prime time for the park to be full of pedestrians. You hope beyond hope that he is not going to try some stupid grand gesture like proposing to you. Every time he asks you to meet up somewhere that holds even an ounce of sentimental value, you fear that is his motive.

When you transfer to the second bus, you are cutting it close to get there on time, but you decide it is not worth caring about; he should have given you more time. In fact, the closer you get, the more agitated you become. It is not that this is some huge inconvenience, but it is just one more thing on the pile of reasons he frustrates you to the ends of the earth. You think about Minjun's words and ruminate on them. One day, you tell yourself. One day, an opportunity will arise, allowing you to get out of that apartment and leave him for good. 

The walk from the bus stop to the park is not very far, and although it is already 2:59 PM, you mosey along, taking in the sights and the sounds of the city. There is no reason to rush to see someone who annoys you when you could relax and enjoy your alone time a little more. Whatever it is that he is asked you here for, it cannot possibly be that great; you have learned over and over again that your boyfriend is not a man who is capable of great things. 

At 3 PM on the dot, your phone rings. You roll your eyes and answer the call. 

"Yeah?"

"Where are you?" your boyfriend asks.

"Close."

"It's three."

You sigh. "Yeah, I know, and I'm almost there."

He sighs and seems anxious, which is uncharacteristic for this kind of situation, but you just chalk it up to him being an annoying shithead and choose not to overthink it. 

"How close?"

It is almost spectacular how quickly you go from zero to one hundred with him. It truly takes so little for your blood to run hot and electric through your veins. 

"You gave me no fucking time to get ready and told me to look nice, okay, I did the best I could. I can't make the fucking bus drive faster. I'll be there soon." 

You hang up the call and continue to walk at the same pace; you are close enough that if you squint, you can see where he is standing under a large tree next to the river. There is clearly no need to rush. It appears as if there is a large group near where he is waiting, anyway, so you cannot imagine what is so important that you have to meet him right there right now; it is not as though you will have any sort of privacy. 

As you deviate from the sidewalk and start walking down a shallow grassy slope toward the river, you can see that your boyfriend looks antsy—something is off. You give him an incredulous glare and put your hands on your hips as you approach. Glancing around, there seems to be nothing special about what is happening, aside from a large gathering of men in black suits, and you throw your hands in the air. You hope you are not walking in on some celebration of life, or whatever so many men would gather around dressed like that for.

"What?” You half-shout. “What did you bring me here for?"

For asking you to look nice, your boyfriend sure phoned it in, dressing in a shabby white tee that is just barely tucked into the front of some purposefully distressed blue jeans. You cannot believe you put in the effort you had only to meet up with someone who looks like he is about to stumble into a frat party.

He opens his mouth and stammers, "B-baby, listen, I'm—" but he is cut off. 

Men in suits surround you two, forming a tight circle around you. They are all people who had been milling around while you approached, and they close in on you like it is some form of synchronized choreography. All of them wear black except one man who stands next to your boyfriend, looking you up and down.

The man is in a light tan suit with a leopard print shirt and studded belt. His dark brown hair is coiffed off his forehead and long in the back—just past his ears. He is a sight to behold with sharp eyes and a sharper smile, and you squint at him and scoff. Handsome as he is, he looks ridiculous—like he belongs in some low production wild west film—and you wonder if he has a light tan wide flat-brimmed hat with a feather sticking from it somewhere. Or, better yet, with a matching leopard print scarf tied around it. 

You glance around, trying not to panic, though your heart pounds hard in your chest. These men are strapped with guns under their jackets—you can see some peeking out—and they all look like they mean business. You are not one to show panic easily, so although you are shaking on the inside, you maintain your composure as you pretend to size these men up.

"Fellas," you mutter with your eyebrows raised, "can we help you?"

"She's feisty," the one in the tan suit mutters, eyes still boring holes into you, and damned if he does not have the deepest voice you have ever heard—dulcet yet rough; a pool of honey and gravel. You pull your gaze back to him for just a moment and study the scene around you—he is clearly the leader; nobody else speaks, and they all watch either you, him, or your boyfriend.

"Baby, I—" your boyfriend starts, but the man holds a hand up, and you watch the glimmer from the sun that catches on the rings and bracelets that adorn him.

"That's enough from you," the man says, still watching you. He cocks his head to the side and drops his hand down. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the one in charge. My name is Min, and these are my men. Are you familiar with the work your little lap dog has been up to?"

Although everything about this exchange makes you uncomfortable, you like that he refers to your boyfriend as a dog, and you smirk, "He mentioned that he may have recently fucked up and gotten into business with some seedy characters, but the details were foggy."

"Seedy?" Min fake-pouts with a chuckle and glances at your boyfriend, then turns his attention back to you. "I like your attitude."

The air around you feels stifling and much hotter than when you arrived, and you do your best to keep a calm composure as Min regards you. 

"But, yes," he continues after a pause, "he fucked up. Big time. We paid him a handsome cut upfront to fulfill a job that he was too much of a pussy to finish, so now we are here to collect payment. Trouble is—" he cocks his head once more and smirks, eyeing you up and down, "—it seems this bad dog has already spent all the money."

Your eyes move between your boyfriend—whose gaze is to the fucking ground, the asshole—back to Min, and you attempt an awkward, confused grin. 

"Okay, and what am I doing here?" you ask.

"You are the collateral, of course." Min shrugs as if it is nothing. 

You swallow a lump in your throat and do your best to steady your breathing. Surely this has to be some kind of a joke—people are not collateral. But nobody is laughing, and when you look at your boyfriend once more, the prick has his head dipped even lower. Suddenly, the air is far too thick to move through your lungs as normal, and you worry you might lose your balance.

"S-so I—" you are unable to say the words at the tip of your tongue, and you clear your throat and try again. "You want me t-to—"

"To come with me, yes," Min says. "You are mine now."

If this were some drama on the screen, a montage of the last several years would flash before your character’s eyes: all the disappointment and shabby apartments and empty promises and convenience store meals. Then Min would appear—well dressed, handsome, and clearly everything your boyfriend is not—and you would make a split decision that the audience would not expect: acceptance. Of course, this is not a drama, but you do consider all of these things, and with an unamused smirk, you shrug. 

"Fine," you say. "Whatever."

Min seems very amused, and he grazes his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes ablaze with a darkness that gives you chills. "Perfect, then we will be off." 

Men close in on you, making you feel claustrophobic, and you expect to be escorted away, but everyone pauses once they have closed in on the three of you.

"As for you..." Min says, turning to the man you're already considering your ex-boyfriend. 

One of the men in a suit pulls out a baton and hits your ex in the back. He goes down fast, striking the ground with his knees and attempting to collect himself with his hands in the grass. Min takes his hair in one hand and flicks out a switchblade in the other, and in a swift movement, has your ex-boyfriend sitting high on his knees with the knife to his throat. You gasp and reflexively take a step back, bumping into one of the men, who gently wraps a hand around your upper left arm.

"Consider this a warning," Min growls with his lips next to your ex-boyfriend's ear. The idiot is sweating bullets and panting. "Make me wait too much longer, and I will take a lot more from you, starting with that useless fucking cock of yours, understand?"

The idiot nods frantically, attempting to say something in agreement, but nothing comes from his mouth and his lips flop around looking like a fish on dry land. He looks to you finally, eyes pleading, and reaches a hand up, and you chew on the inside of your mouth and give him a look that tells him that all of this is nobody's fault but his own.

"I'm s-sorry, baby," he mutters. "I'll right this, I promise. I'll get you out of there, just wait for me."

Min laughs, a full-bellied, jovial sound you would not expect to hear come from a man who has a knife to someone's throat, and his eyes drift back to you. "I'm not sure you'll be able to afford to get her back, but I would love to see you try."

Every hair on your body stands on end. Being discussed as if you are nothing but a commodity to be earned and traded makes you angry, but you are not in the position to say anything, considering you are surrounded by armed goons. Some part of you is also curious about what a life with this handsome probably-mobster would look like. You wonder if this is your chance at a better life, and if you and the ahjussi at the pub manifested it. But probably all of this is just the adrenaline talking, and you should be scared fucking shitless right now.

Some back and forth between the two men transpire, but you have lost track, eyes on the blade on the idiot's throat, though you are not really looking at it—you have spaced out and allowed the world around you to lose focus long ago. 

Suddenly, Min is giving an order, and two hands have a firm grip on your upper arms, leading you away from the river. You stumble at first but fall in line, walking with the men and doing your best not to panic.

You think you hear your ex shouting before the sound is quickly stifled, and you imagine someone has hit or kicked him to shut him up—part of you wishes you could have seen it for yourself. You decide that it is definitely adrenaline coursing through you, keeping you so calm, or maybe keeping you focused on the wrong thing, but you ride it out and hope for the best. What else is there to do? Scream for help and attract the attention of strangers and get them roped in with this mess and all of these men with guns? That does not seem like a good idea. 

"Here we are, miss," one of the men holding your arms announces as he stops you next to an SUV. The door is held open for you, and you climb into the backseat, then the door is closed. 

The inside of the vehicle is pristine and dark as night, with windows so tinted, there is no way anyone is seeing inside. Purple neon lights glow from various points along the interior, and there is a thick clear barrier between you and the front seat. 

"Buckle up," a kind voice calls from the driver's seat, and you glance up to see a man with sunglasses pulled down his nose smiling widely at you—a smile so bright it almost calms your nerves. Almost.

As you fasten the seatbelt, the back door across from yours is open, and Min gets in, sitting beside you. When you glance over, he is adjusting his sleeves, which at some point had been rolled up, and you notice his knuckles are raw as if he has just punched someone or something—must have been after you were escorted away. He sees you watching and meets your eye, giving you a soft smirk.

"Had to rough him up a bit. You understand."

You nod slightly, unable to pull your eyes off of him as you mutter, "Y-yeah. He's an idiot."

Min smirks and says, "Be good to me, and I'll be good to you; you'll never have to see that clown again."

Your breath hitches, and you continue to stare at him. There is something so soft and welcoming to his tone despite him being...whoever he is. You assume anyone who has a whole gaggle of goonies that goes by Boss Anything is well-connected and into some pretty heinous shit. 

"You can call me Yoongi, by the way," he says after a pause. 

Yoongi. You like the way that sounds, and you smile softly, telling him your name. Yoongi lifts a hand and gently runs a thumb down your cheek, leaving a searing hot path in its wake. 

"Don't worry, darling," Yoongi says, "I know exactly who you are."

And with that, the car pulls off. 

The mansion you are taken to is outside the city, and it is not only well guarded, but it is massive. Intimidatingly massive. Everything is white and black marble with gold accents and fixtures, and just inside the front door is a sitting room that opens into a grand foyer with two curved staircases leading to a mezzanine. You already imagine getting lost and feel tiny standing at the entrance.

"Welcome home, darling," Yoongi's deep voice grumbles into your ear, giving you a chill that runs from the base of your skull down to your toes. "Come, let me show you around."

Straight through the mansion, out a huge set of glass doors is a pool, which Yoongi waves off as if it is nothing. You crane your neck to see it but continue to follow him up to the second story. At the top of the stairs and to the right are two large wooden doors which are open to a bedroom. You follow Yoongi into the room, taking stock of how tidy it is but also how lived-in it appears. This is undoubtedly Yoongi's room.

"Make yourself at home," Yoongi says. "Some men are at your apartment now collecting your things, and if you need more space we can accommodate, but there should be enough room here. I'll give you some time to relax, and if you need anything, you can ask one of the boys."

You glance back at the entrance and find two men standing guard outside the room with semi-automatic guns in their hands—a sight you cannot imagine ever getting used to. Yoongi approaches slowly and wraps you in a hug that pins your arms to your sides, taking you off-guard, and although you want to shove him away, it feels nice to be held, albeit somewhat uncomfortable. He smells musky and like a warm autumn night, and you tremble in his hold, unsure of what you have gotten yourself into. 

"Don't worry, pretty, I'll take real good care of you," Yoongi says softly, planting a kiss on your forehead and dropping his grip. You stare at a point in the wall across from you as Yoongi takes his leave, closing the doors behind him, and as soon as you hear the latch click, everything catches up to you.

Your knees buckle, and you drop to the floor, landing on what feels like a very soft, expensive rug. Tears fill your eyes, and you can feel yourself spiral while your brain attempts to make sense of everything that has just happened. 

Guns, you think. These men have guns. Yoongi held a knife to your ex-boyfriend's throat. Not only that, but Yoongi held a knife to your ex-boyfriend's throat in broad daylight in a public park without a care in the world, and the idiot sat there and said nothing because he must have known how powerful these men are. And now here you are, in the belly of the beast as a piece of collateral, sharing a bedroom with someone whose power and influence you cannot even begin to comprehend.

And you have no idea what Yoongi actually wants from you, but you can only begin to imagine, considering he has moved you into a room that is clearly his, and has already begun with terms of endearment and soft-spoken words and forehead kisses. 

Will he expect you to fuck him? What if you are not ready for that sort of thing? Will he decide you are useless to him?

Tears stream down your face as you squeeze the rug below you in both hands, rubbing your thumbs against the soft, long piles, attempting to center yourself. You think the rug is white, or maybe off-white, but your vision is unclear, and you continue to breathe deep—in through your nose, out through your mouth—hoping with all your might that nobody comes in and finds you like this. If nothing else, you need to steel yourself before Yoongi returns; you feel in your guts that, if you are to survive this arrangement, you cannot show him, of all people, any sign of weakness. 

수많은 진실들과 수많은 거짓들 사이 Between countless truths and countless lies,

우리는 제대로 세상을 바라보는가 are we looking at the world the proper way

It is all dirty

(나 또한 깨끗한가) (Can I too say I am clean)

It is all dirty

(당신은 깨끗한가) (Can you say you are clean)

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#btswritersclub #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi mafia #bts mafia #bts smut #fic: collateral

[starry-blue-echoes]

I've seen a lot of different AUs on here, especially with vampires. I went back a bit. But then the app closed out. 😔

Anyway, (and maybe this was already done further back) but I was thinking of an AU where Joseph teaches Holly how to use Ripple/Hamon. She teaches Jotaro who then teaches Josuke. Meanwhile, Giorno either learns on his own or meets a Zeppeli descendant who teaches him. 🙃

OOOOOOO

If I may raise a possibility: this happens in the Hamon Healer AU

Holly really wants to be like her awesome Great Granny Erina and Grandma Lisa and gets her dad to start teaching her when she’s still really young. Lisa Lisa and Caesar end up teaching her a bunch of other little tricks and eventually once she’s getting older and more capable start giving her formal training

And from there it really begins to be a family legacy type thing, with every new member being taught at least the basics so they can defend themself and treat injuries. Holly eventually teaches Jotaro, who then teaches Josuke with the help of Joseph, and around then he even starts teaching Jolyne and maybe does some joint lessons

As for Giorno...... what if to differ this from the Night Learns the Sun AU and draw from your Zeppeli idea, it was Caesar who found Giorno. It was clear the kid had a home, but Caesar couldn’t shake the feeling that something was.... off.

So he did what Lisa Lisa did for him and started teaching him Hamon, starting with the basics and slowly working up to more advanced stuff. He was never able to convince the kid to come back to Air Supplena with him (despite the years they’d spent together Giorno was still too wary and paranoid to do that, plus it was a long ways away) but he made due with the terrain around Naples. Eventually he even started renting a small apartment in Naples in order to save travel time and money....... plus leaving the kid alone for days on end made him anxious

But let’s fast forward a couple years. Caesar ends up being called back to Air Supplena since apparently the mafia are causing problems and getting a bit too close again, so he heads back to Venice to help deal with it, but not without tell Giorno where he’s going and that he’ll be back in a few weeks

Imagine his surprise when not even two weeks later when he’s taking a break at a nearby restaurant he sees his kid student in Venice where he’s definitely not supposed to be what the fuck how did he get here-

Imagine Giorno’s surprise when his Very Unhappy Teacher marches over to him and suddenly remembers “oh fuck he did say he was going to Venice for business didn’t he” and starts scrambling for an explanation

#hamon healer #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #battle tendency #jjba part 2 #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #jjba holly #holly kujo #jjba caesar #caesar zeppeli #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #jjba lisa lisa #lisa lisa #jjba erina #erina pendleton #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jjba joseph #joseph joestar #jjba josuke #josuke higashikata #jjba jolyne #jolyne kujo #sb answers #persephonedasilva

[thekristen999]

Inspiration Saturday.

Thank you to @spotsandsocks​ for tagging me.

I’m slowly making progress on the mafia AU :) The steady turtle wins the race!

Wandering over to where Eddie was standing, Buck whispered in his ear. "It would be taken as an insult if you don’t sit and join us."

Eddie glanced at where Bobby was still humming around the kitchen. Buck knew the mental gymnastics one went through when comparing Bobby in person to the rumors about him, but then again, most rumors held a kernel of truth.

That’s what made them so believable. And dangerous.

Taking the seat next to Buck, Eddie waited until Bobby brought out a giant crystal bowl of greens, smiling in anticipation."This looks great, I love Caesar salad."

Chim froze and Buck grimaced. Bobby looked like he might bop Eddie over the head with one of his tongs. "Mr. Diaz, you get salad from a salad bar. This is an arrangement of sun-dried tomatoes and crunchy pine nuts atop lightly charred romaine, drizzled with a Dijon-garlic mixture and fried polenta croutons."

Buck took advantage of Eddie’s distraction and poured him a glass of wine when he wasn’t looking. After almost unintentionally insulting Bobby’s food, Eddie was going to have to be on his best behavior.

Picking up the glass, Eddie cast a quick, but sharp look of annoyance at Buck before sipping it.

Bobby waited in anticipation, Eddie hmmming in appreciation under his breath.

"A great vintage, wasn’t it?" Bobby inquired.

Eddie plastered the fakest smile Buck had ever seen on him. "Sure was."

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#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #mafai au #kristen999writes #inspiration saturday

[janyxbeloved]

I'm posting my silly headcanons

Here's an introduction to my genshin au, yes it's modern but I may have interpretated a few things, first of all, it's known as Modernized magic au (Acronym: MMAu)

Next hcs: Nationalities!

To start off, Venti, Zhongli, Ei & Makoto, Nahida, Furina, Murata, Tsaritsa and other god-like characters are all disguised as humans. (Makoto lives in this au)

The Fatui is the mafia for this au.

Sandrone and Dottore are related. (Uncle and niece) (Fun fact: Dottore got arrested for physical violence because he protected Sandrone)

Alrecchino and Eula are twin sisters.

Arlecchino has Spock/elf ears.

Xiangling, Xingqiu, Xu and Yelan are all siblings! (Xu is an npc but I gave him a vision, I see them as siblings)

Xiangling and Xingqiu are twins. (You cannot convince me to change this, I looked at their splasharts.)

Klee and Albedo are biological siblings. (Sue me.)

Sayu is 11 years old but she's in the eighth grade. (She's a smart kid/naturally gifted)

If there's a school play, you can always count on YunJin to operate it and it will always go according to plan.

Freminet had no friends, not until he was approached by Dori, who said she could pair him up with compatible people.

Lyney, Lynette and Freminet were all part of a travelling circus, which meant they were homeschooled by Caesar. (If you saw or played Lyney's story quest, you'd know who Caesar is, and yes, they're all biologically related in this au.)

Layla and Collei love to tease Bennett and Razor about their relationship.

Chongyun fell first but Xingqiu fell harder.

Aloy knows that Tartaglia's real job isn't a teacher. (They're siblings for a reason)

Aloy doesn't like being thrown in the dark, so when she was young, Tartaglia would often give her the attention she needs, despite the fact she was in elementary and he was in highschool, Teucer didn't mind anyway. (I feel bad for saying this since Aloy is neglected in game as well)

Furina(Focalors) had always loved Venti(Barbatos), after he "ascended" to Celestia, she believed she could never find him again... Well, she was wrong, she did find him.

Xinyan always thought why Lyney always had a face of guilt when they discuss about falling from high places. Maybe a bad memory?

HuTao watches over Qiqi since they're both adopted by Baizhu, HuTao always makes sure that Qiqi is close by or guarded by her best friends.

Kujou Sara is infertile so she adopted Bennett and YaoYao with Arataki Itto

Tsaritsa, Sucrose, Xiangling, Bennett, Dori and Diona are the student council.

Mika is a transmasc, he transitioned when he was young.

Freminet has a spade on his face as a birthmark, like his brother and sister.

Paimon, Lumine and Aether are all siblings. (I adore it when people give the three the sibling dynamic, they share a braincell.)

Chongyun has a yandere-ish side he won't show Xingqiu.

Tighnari adopted Collei and Razor before he married Cyno. (Cyno met Nari through Nilou, so technically, Cyno is a dad-dad, not stepdad.)

Nilou is the rich aunt and she places work before love so y'all know damn well she spoils her neice and nephew. (I love aroace Nilou)

Cyno and Nilou are siblings.

Arataki Itto and Kuku Shinobu are half-siblings. (Itto is about 4-5 years older than Shinobu. Itto's mom died so his dad remarried and then Shinobu came into the world, and Itto was protective of her during their highschool years)

Gaming and Chongyun are twin brothers. (Chongyun is the introvert and Gaming is the extrovert)

#genshin modern au #mondstadt #liyue #genshin inazuma #sumeru #fontaine #natlan #snezhnaya #my au #genshin impact #modernized magic au

[thesweetnessofspring]

(I think my trick or treat sent without anything added to it oops!! here’s my second attempt 😅)

Last Minute Trick or Treat! 🍬🍬 -

What Halloween party games (like apple bobbing, pumpkin carving etc) do you think Everlark absolutely excel at?

Happy Halloween!

This has spun off into a very quick, rough fanfic--some THG characters play the party game "Werewolf" (also known as Mafia).

"What roles are we doing again?" Clove asks. I shift in my seat, glancing at the random bunch assembled here in Caesar Flickerman's basement. From the popular Gale to Thresh and his little cousin Rue, we have nothing in common but that for some reason, Caesar invited us all here for a game of Werewolf. I hadn't wanted to come, but Prim claimed she was too old for trick-or-treating and Gale insisted we come.

The party, hosted by the senior Caesar, mostly consists of high-achievers, do-gooders, and Thresh who had to watch his little cousin Rue. Basically, those not the type to get drunk on Halloween night. And as Gale knew I was one of those, he lowered himself to come to this party with me. Although this smaller group is more my speed, I'm lost in the rules of their game. I understand we have three werewolves to kill and we have to guess who they are, but I don't understand all of the different names people are tossing out for other roles in the game. I sit back as others discuss the particular minutia of this particular game.

"Three werewolves, a witch, a seer, a hunter, a little girl, four villagers," Caesar says, then gives a wide, toothy smile. "Oh, and cupid. They'll pick the lovers."

"Can the witch save someone each night?" Marvel asks.

"No," Caesar said. "One potion to save and one potion to kill the whole game. If they die before they use it, that's never used."

More questions fly at Caesar as he clarifies the roles and what each one does. I try to keep them in mind because I'll end up with one of them. The seer can find out if someone is a werewolf or not each night. The hunter can choose one person to kill alongside them if they're killed. The little girl can peek during play to see who's who, but if they get caught, the werewolves will surely kill them. And the two lovers, chosen by the cupid, will die if the other one does, too. The villagers do nothing but get killed and join in the accusations of who the werewolf is.

"Let's have everyone pick out their roles now," Caesar says as he jostles a bowl of torn-up paper with the roles jotted down. He starts with Glimmer, then goes around the circle of us to hand out the slips of paper. I'm halfway into the circle and I pick out my role.

Witch.

Two potions the whole game. One to save and one to kill. Easy enough to remember, but I don't care for that responsibility.

"Now that everyone has their role," Caesar says, "we can get the game started!"

He steps outside the circle and turns off the lights, so the only light comes from the LED color-changing lights, which Caesar sets to blue. Shadows form around the circle and makes everyone now just a little harder to read.

"Welcome to our little village," Caesar says as he takes center stage in the middle of the circle. "All of us have lived quite peacefully together in our village on the outskirts of the forest. But lately, something's been happening. Sheep and pigs have gone missing, only track marks of being dragged away and finally splatters of blood giving any clue to what this bloodthirsty monster must be. Now, after a long day toiling at your crops and spinning wheel, you retire to bed. Everyone, close your eyes."

I follow the instructions and settle into the darkness behind my eyelids.

"First, cupid will have to choose the lovers. Cupid, open your eyes." Caesar pauses, then says, "Cupid, point to the two lovers." Another pause. "Thank you Cupid, you may close your eyes. As for the rest of you, I'm going to walk around in a circle and if I tap your knee, you're one of the lovers. When I tell you to, you'll open your eyes and see your true love. And remember, if they die, you die, too."

Not me, not me, not me, I chant in my head. It might only be a game, but the thought of being anyone's "lover" makes me uncomfortable. My eyes still shut, I wait as Caesar takes a loop around the circle and then feel a strong tap against my knee so that I can't deny I've been chosen for this.

"Lovers, open your eyes and discover who it is you will die without," Caesar says.

I open my eyes and immediately make eye contact with Peeta Mellark, who is possibly the nicest boy in my grade. The whole school, probably. He gives me a shy smile and my insides become runny and I can't help but smile back and hope I don't ruin his game for him by getting accused first of being a werewolf thanks to my resting bitch face.

"Lovers, close your eyes."

I shut them again. Caesar runs through the werewolves, who make their first decision on who to kill, then offer the seer an insight into whether or not someone's a werewolf, then the witch. I open my eyes and decline to use either potion.

"The sun rises red in the east, you wake up and discover that blood has been spilled this night," Caesar says. "Madge and Cato are on their way to the town's bakery only to discover in the middle of the town square, slashed and gutted: Delly!"

Delly lets out a groan. "The first one!"

"Who were you?" The red-headed Kit asks.

"Cupid," she says, showing her slip of paper. Caesar holds out the bowl an she tosses it back in. I narrow my eyes at her for a moment. So she's who I have to thank for this extra job of keeping Peeta safe.

"Any accusations?" Caesar asks.

"I've noticed in this game," Gale says, "that the first person to die is often closer to one of the werewolves."

I already know where he's going with this. Delly and Peeta are good friends, have been since we were kids since they live next door to each other. And I have to stop it.

"Delly's friends with everyone," I say. "Even me. That doesn't help much."

"But there are some people she's closer to," Gale says.

"You know, I heard Glimmer moving around during the werewolf part," Clove interrupts.

Glimmer gasps and says, "I was scratching my arm!"

"Or you could have been moving your arm to point at someone," Peeta says. He clearly knows what Gale had been thinking, too.

"Are you accusing Glimmer then?" Caesar asks.

"I am," Clove says.

"Seconded," Peeta agrees.

"Anyone else?" Caesar asks.

"Marvel," Cato says.

"What?!" Marvel asks.

"I don't know," Cato says, shrugging. "Gotta have at least two and you're just as likely as any of us."

Glimmer and Marvel have their opportunity to defend themselves, Glimmer giving an impassioned speech about this being just like the Salem Witch Trials, and Marvel shrugging it off with a "Whatever. I didn't do it and Cato's an idiot."

The vote's close, but in the end, it's seven to five, not in favor Glimmer.

"Villager!" she says, showing her paper. "I hope you're happy now!"

Madge gets killed off by the werewolves next, and the accusations around that fly around. Kit ends up on the chopping block, but that was bad news, since she was our seer and now we have no insight into who might be a werewolf. She didn't even get to share with us what she'd learned the first two nights.

The next round, when I open my eyes, planning to turn down using the potion, Rue's little hand waves at me from around Thresh's huge body on the chair next to me. She gestures to herself and I understand she is, aptly, the game's little girl.

"Would you like to save anyone tonight?" Caesar asks.

Rue looks at me with wide eyes. I look at Caesar, nod, and gesture toward Rue. He points at Rue in confirmation.

"Would you like to poison anyone, witch?" Caesar says. "And as a reminder to the little girl, they cannot communicate during the night. Only peek."

With Rue unable to aid me, I shake my head.

"Well, last night was quite an adventure," Caesar says. "Rue was out of bed and spying on the werewolves when they spotted her and ripped her open with their teeth. Leaving her to die, a witch came by and used a potion to revive our Rue back to life. No one has died tonight, and the witch's saving potion is used up. Now, any accusations?"

"Marvel!" Rue says, pointing her finger at him. "I was peeking and he saw me and pointed to me! I didn't get a good look at the others, but I know he's a werewolf!"

"Seconded," Thresh says, the first time he's talked all game.

"Any other accusations?" Caesar asks. No one brings up any other names and Marvel groans, accepting his fate.

"I was a werewolf," he says and puts his slip back in the bowl. Everyone cheers the first successful werewolf kill.

Next round, all I have left is a killing potion, which I don't use. I wish for more saving potion, because clearly the werewolves will be after Rue now, and sure enough, come sunrise, she's the one who's dead.

Now with the accusations, things are desperate.

"Katniss has been quiet," Clove says. "Hasn't talked since the first round."

"Katniss is always quiet," Peeta says. "You can't accuse her because of that. You'd have to throw Thresh in as well."

"I think it's Clove," Gale says. "She's been making bad accusations this whole time."

"Shut up!" Clove says. "Actually, I think it's you. You only voted Marvel because everyone else was and you've been bossing everyone around more than us, but we've only gotten one werewolf."

"I second Clove," I say. She is acting a little too defensive.

"And I second Gale," Cato says.

Gale and I are the only one who vote for Clove, and everyone else votes for Gale.

"Hunter," Gale says. "And I'm taking Clove out with me."

Clove gives a low growl and flips her paper around. "I was a werewolf."

"So there's one left." Cato looks around. "Who else? The witch and two villagers?"

"And the lovers," Thresh says.

I try not to look guilty, but Thresh clocks my expression and squints at me. Oh no, he thinks I'm the werewolf.

"All right, remaining players, close your eyes," Caesar says.

With my eyes shut and Caesar telling the remaining werewolf to choose their kill. Based on the look given to me, Thresh must be a villager. Which means that either Cato or Peeta is the werewolf. If Peeta dies, I die. Even if he is a monster. But maybe, if it's Cato and I take him out with the poison, Thresh won't have to die, too.

"Witch, you may open your eyes," Caesar says. I look up at him, his skin and hair illuminated blue in the light. "Do you wish to use your potion?"

I point at Cato. Caesar confirms, but the pool is so small now it'd be impossible to misunderstand where I'd pointed. I see the "dead" look at each other in despair and realize my mistake. Cato isn't the werewolf.

Peeta is.

"Very well, everyone open your eyes," Caesar says and claps his hands in delight. "Oh, this has been quite an interesting round! Last night, a pair of lovers slipped out in the dark together to commit a double-murder. First, the werewolf ripped Thresh's throat out and ensured his death, while the witch poisoned Cato's beer and he died choking on his own vomit."

Cato throws his hands up and glares between Peeta and me. "Which one of you killed me?"

I raise my hand. "I was the witch."

"And I'm the werewolf," Peeta says.

"So the werewolves won?" Clove asks, holding her hands to her chest in hope.

"No, the lovers won," Caesar said. "It's rare that neither of them gets killed off, but it helps that Peeta, as a werewolf, deterred them from killing Katniss and they stuck together in the game without the rest of you realizing it. With the other two dead, in the end, the lovers prevailed and get to live in their little village in the woods peacefully, with no one to bother their supernatural lives."

I can't help but cheer and when Peeta gets up from his seat and offers me a high-five, I do one better and give him a hug. We are lovers, after all--it's the least I can do.

#thg trick or treat #thg trick or treat 23 #this one is rough but seasonally fun #thg fanfiction

[twistedtummies2]

I Might Have Been Hasty...

...When I made my list of my Top 15 Big Cat Pred Crushes. XD  Today I once again discovered an otome title with some kinkable characters...although in this case, it was sort of by accident. I first discovered a series of anime shorts, then found out they were (loosely) based on a game of that type. You know, for somebody who has repeatedly stated they aren’t into dating sim type games, I do seem to look at very handsome lads from them quite frequently. :P ANYWAY...the game is called “Ozmafia.” The premise in a nutshell focuses on the MC - named Fuka - entering a modern fantasy world. All of the characters they encounter are fairy-tale/fantasy figures from fiction, but reimagined as members of various gangs all vying for supremacy. As you might guess from the title, among these is the Oz Family, a mafia group with characters based on the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Lion. Among many other characters, there’s also a street group called “The Wolf Gang,” and their leader - Caesar - is the Big Bad Wolf himself. Apparently, all these lads ARE the characters from the original stories, and they can change form from a human form to a more animalistic one under certain circumstances. In the case of the Lion and the Wolf, even in their human forms, they still have noticeable fangs. This is the Lion, Caramia...

...And this is the Big Bad Wolf, Caesar.

Apparently, as well as being able to assume true forms and use powers related to their source works, the characters based on animated objects and animals still have natural instincts and inclinations based on those origins. So you can imagine the natural urges that may rest in both of their hearts. There are other characters in the game who may make for some interesting scenarios, but these two have my attention first and foremost. After I look into them more - since it turns out the anime shorts weren’t the best source - perhaps I’ll adjust my lists of crushes for both the Big Bad Wolf AND the Big Cats. Time will tell. ;)

#ozmafia #pred crushes #kink crushes #wizard of oz #lion #cowardly lion #big bad wolf #caramia #caesar #video game #kink-related #vore mentioned

[nickfoo]

Was there ever a time Bege struggled with his devil fruit? What parts can he move on his own(cannons, weaponry, etc) and what requires help from his men to do?

I've seen some folks say that Bege's fruit requires his large mafia pirate gang to help him operate, but I don't think that's the case. Its a lot less of what he requires and more simply what he doesn't have to do. From what we've seen, Bege seems to have total and complete control over the castle. It's his body, it makes sense! Inside the pocket dimension castle he has near omnipotent control to where its reality breaking. We've seen him transform part of a marble checkered floor to have the consistency of quicksand, control the movement and shape of furniture at his will ( turning candles and flames into knife blades on a candelabra ) , and manifest cannons out from the castle floor. I say he could manage the whole thing by himself if he wanted. But he doesn't need to. And Bege's a boss. Part of what a boss does is make their guys do stuff for them. Its one less thing for him to manage. And now, I'm going to go on a talk about Bege's fruit, because the door has been opened now. Read more inserted for your dash convenience

I'm going to start by saying I l-o-v-e Bege's fruit. Its one of the most unique and interesting devil fruits in One Piece to me. Not only is it just cool, it says so much about his character hidden in plain sight! Did Bege have trouble using his fruit? I imagine there's a learning curve to all Devil Fruits, but Bege happens to have a type of fruit I'm going to call a 'High Management' Devil Fruit. These are devil fruits that have more complex mechanics than others. Fruits that require a lot of focus as the user can often be manipulating the multiple abilities that their power has at once. Another good example of this would be Law's fruit, the Opi Opi no mi or Robins Fruit the Hana Hana no mi or Doflamingos Ito-Ito no mi. The Shiro-Shiro-no-mi has a lot going on. An entire pocket dimension to be managed on the inside and also managing everything that implies with it. The user can manifest their own consciousness inside said pocket dimension, and to show his prowess, Bege has shown to be able to control his body on the outside despite his consciousness being manifested inside ( as well as switch back to his main body in a snap ). On the outside, there's plenty of port doors, portcullis and drawbridges to open along with the cannons to fire. Its fair to say, it takes a lot of concentration and multitasking to use.

Of course, its probably second nature by now. Bege isn't a scientific genius character like Caesar or Judge, but he's very intelligent. Its an interesting part of his character that sets him among only afew of the other Worst Generation pirate captains. Bege will try to use his wits and defenses to out do his opponent rather than just raw strength. ( Again playing into his Chess motif. ) Bege is also shown to be meticulous and very well organized. So I'd like to think he was able to master his fruit very efficiently.

But again, Bege is a boss. If there's something his guys can manage for him, its one less thing for him to concern himself with and he can turn that concentration elsewhere. I think its also a show of sorts, that Bege wants to show off the efficiency and competence of his crew and he trusts them to get a job done. ( And before the time skip I have a feeling the consequences for failure were...alot more violent.) I could probably go on, but I'm sleepy and must rise early tomorrow. Thank you for the question!

#ask foo #mythosmaiden #one piece #capone bege

[ask-yensoccs]

∫♱ Creators Ocs & A bit about them. | A bit about me. / Boundaries

Alexander : A young merchant who is the close friend of Jonathan Joestar. Also the adopted son of Jack the Ripper before he became an vampire.

Joan : The daugther of Alexander, she is forever cursed she can do nothing but just stay in one spot having a type of Prophet role.

Hazel : A girl who once’s knew Dio & loved him, hence she is blind & deaf but she does know sign language.

Cindy : She is the mother of Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli as well as the ex wife Of Mario Zeppeli, she grew up in a snobbish rich household.

Yueliang : She is a Chinese moon goddess of Rebirth & the moon. She is peaceful & quiet always appearing with the pillarmen.

Citra : She is the Blogger girlfriend of Kakyoin who absolutely adores animals & cute items. (not much since she is a minor character.)

Li-Jing : She is the wife of Daniel J D’Arby, her stand is Isis as she usually just quiet & shy much like the character flutter shy.

Suzume : She is the girlfriend of the famous Mangaka Rohan, as she is a mangaka herself but instead of shonen. She is a Shoujo artist

Asami : She is the designer girlfriend of Akira Otoshi & absolutely likes making fun of people for no reason & will not hesitate to be mean to you.

Yume : She is the depressed widowed girlfriend of Keicho as she plays a minor role in helping Josuke & his group even though she might just be depressed. (not repressed).

Yen : She is a female La squadra member the girlfriend of Prosciutto, she is a bit giddy but also she does play a somewhat minor towards major role. I don’t know.

Magnolia : The girlfriend of Bucciarati near the end, she is a member of Bucciarati gang as she is considered one of the most prettiest girls.

Ombra : Ombra is apart of Unita Speciale. She is Sapphic & sometimes really unhinged & out of pocket.

Feng : she is the narcissistic Dermatologist/Surgeon wife of Cioccolata with her son Viktor.

Em : Em is the undead assistant of Feng. WHO absolutely hates anyone affiliated with Feng. She hates Feng.

Miuccia : she is a devotee of Luna/Selene as she doesn’t play much of a role but no one really knows what she can do

Viktor : The son of Cioccolata & Feng. He is currently in green dolphin prison for commiting unexplained crimes(Nothing from anything sexual category.)

Momo : she is the secret Daughter of Jotaro he had when he accidentally got into a one night stand. She is also in Viktor group ‘Holy Grail’

Mithai : The demonic fairy girlfriend of Momo who seems to just appear out of no where when she wants to.

Amy : The old showgirl who is in green dolphin prison like Momo, Viktor & Mimi. She rather is more random.

Mimi : The ex Vkei artist who got put into jail for a assaulting multiple people just for her friends.

Ryota : The time traveling old man-child who knows how to make crazy inventions & documents everything

Mr. Russo : The Butler of Ryota who use to have affiliation with the mafia.

Ambra : The daugther of Prosciutto & Yen along with her unnamed Siblings as Ambra is a model.

Sato : The gay married man who married Jotaro after he(Jotaro) divorced his wife during a few years prior of part 6.

Hachirō : The son of Sato & his old wife.

Arabella : Viktor old childhood girlfriend who he gets reunited with after he died

Ai-Mei(Syaoran) : The princess of China as she is the kings daugther but she escaped to do the race.

Olivia : The robotic undead 505 year old Freak show performer who seems even more random then everyone else.

Chum : The metalhead girlfriend of a therapist. She is an insane feminist & insanely strong despite her height

Liz : A K pop idol who just wants to live a normal life even though she doesn’t know how to speak English well.

@ask-team-bucciarati & @ask-la-squadra TY FOR THE INSPIRATION :3

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A bit about Mun.

My name is Yen/Raven

My pronouns are any really but most preferred is She/Her or They/Them

I am a wiccan of 5-6 years.

I really love goth stuff & Tyoe O Negative :}

I love to Roleplay & do shit

I will not take blame if you get traumatized or trigger from my blog since I have warned you.

I do a lot of shit & I’m in multiple fandoms as I as well do match ups & headcanons on my main acc & @x0bl00dy-type .

I am about 5’7-5’9

- idk what else to add lOL.

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Boundaries

Interact :

JJBA fan Accs & RP Accs

People who knows how to be respectful

Everything really just don’t be toxic.

OMG TYPE O FANS OR OTHER METAL BANDS OR ROCK BAND ENJOYERS

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Don't Interact :

Toxic people

Proshitters & Really anything along those lines as well as Lolicons. I am not dealing with their bullshit

Abelist, Sexist, Racist, Haters, & other stuff like that.:P

If I see any of these following people on my blog if their not anonymous they will get blocked. As well as sex accs.

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P.S : I’m always free but also yet again another Warning. Their will be slurs(Reclaimable by creator)(Creator is allowed to say them.), Substance use, Sexual implications as well as other mature contents step away if your not comfortable.

#jjba #jjba oc #i’m unhinged #help. #im bored #TY FOR INSPIRATION #𖤐NSFW #★SFW

[iniheritt]

How the Jojos play animal crossing: new horizons

this is my first time writing for jjba so please bare with me, I might make more in the future beyond head canons. Anyways, hope you enjoy!!

Jonathan loves helping the villagers find any lost items and likes helping Tom Nook (and the twins) turn the island into a nice place to live for everyone. He helps out other players if they are stuck (mostly Speedwagon or his mentor William) on what to do next or short on bells (he saves up and doesn’t buy that many items) Jona likes all the villagers he gets but will be kinda sad when one of them wants to leave; he lets them leave even if it makes him sad. Jona has a special place in his heart for Gonzo, mostly because he reminds him of his father (and refuses to let him leave because of it)

Joseph likes to have villagers with opposite personalities in order to cause drama and makes up little stories to entertain himself (basically The Amanda Files on youtube) but has his favorites, like Cesar (Only because the name reminded him of Caesar) and Alli. His island gets covered in weeds alot and will get cleaned once Caesar visits (he’ll sell most of it for bells or use it as decor for his island) He likes to hit Caesar with a net but gets yelled at thru voice chat because Caesar almost caught a bug he needed for his museum but Joseph scared it off.

Jotaro only plays to either catch fish/sharks or catch up with Kakyoin. He often visits Kak’s island to see what new build he made or if he finally finished his flag design. Jotaro doesn’t touch the natural structure of the island and works around it if he decides to make a nice build (mostly inspired by places from his childhood) He and Kakyoin made a build on each other’s islands. They leave them on their islands and save their islands so they can visit them in the future; they have two saved islands for each of them. Jotaro’s fav villagers are Daisy and Eugene.

Josuke loves making designs for new outfits he wants irl. He definitely used all the design slots for both clothes and other patterns he uses or makes himself. If you pay him enough irl, he’ll help you design your island to what he thinks you’d like or demolish it (like give him your switch and it’ll be done within a few hours). His mom bought him acnh as a present. Okuyasu only recently got a switch with acnh and asks Josuke how to play alot, which he doesn’t mind answering. Josuke’s favorite villager is Freya and likes seeing her in outfits he picks out for her.

Giorno (after becoming the new mafia boss) doesn’t play the game enough and gets sad about it. He’ll take some time off just to play for a day or two in order to relax. Trish convinced him to take those days off. He’s the guy to go to when you need to dig up a bunch of flowers because he doesn’t have the heart to dig them up himself and will give them away for free. Mista has to go to him when he’s low on bells. Giorno can’t decide if Melba or Marcie are his favorites because he likes any that visit him via campsite.

Jolyne (au where she never went to prison and met everyone at a park due to an incident involving Emporio, which I will possibly write about soon) likes playing acnh with her friends when they hang out. She lets Emporio play it whenever he wants to make something on her island, which will usually be a small build he thought she’d like. Her and Ermes visit each other’s islands as often as they can to hang out and collect nook mile points. They use them to buy mystery island tickets and go villager hunting together on call. Jolyne will visit Anasui’s island to do trades with him and he still flirts with her, causing Jolyne to use her net and hit him with it if he tries anything weirder. Her favorite villager is Olive since she reminds her of her mother. But her favorite character in the game is C.J. because he reminds her of her dad.

#jjba #jjba fanfic #jjba headcanons #Jonathan Joestar headcanon #Joseph Joestar headcanon #Jotaro Kujo headcanon #Josuke Higashikata headcanon #Giorno Giovanna headcanon #Jolyne Cujoh headcanon