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minyicho · 1 year
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the jojo netflix live action looks really good
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mikeyboheart · 11 months
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Omg it’s the girlies!
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rohansoutsidemydoor · 10 months
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please
do it for her
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cowboydio · 1 year
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Ignore any errors I’m tired
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catb0y-ch0so · 8 months
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jogs over here
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plops this down
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th3gadfly · 1 year
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Think I really Levelled Up on this one!
Jolyne Cujoh!
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ch4o7ix · 1 year
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The last stone in His path
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treeflesh-moved · 1 year
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when he reports the weather
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danddymaro · 1 year
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Believe me| Anasui x Reader
we got a clingy reader here guys (ToT)/~~~
so its basically a Clingy/insecure reader x Anasui thing cause sometimes we toxic, but we toxic together damn it. Don’t tell me he wouldn’t love a clingy S/O
Sorry, I had this widdle idea OWO, i’m still trying to get comfy writing him.
Word count: 1392
Believe Me
You're home.
You think about it with relief as you find your way into his embrace.
sluggishly you move to the destination, and once you reach it, your body slumps toward him.
In the secretive room that only you and your friends know about, there's just one more confined spot that only you can find refuge in, and it's in his arms.
It's a safeness when every bothersome thought you have has you so anxious and uncertain it feels like the damn walls of the prison might crumble down and crush you.
His body felt so incredibly warm, so unmistakably strong as the muscles beneath his smooth skin hold you close to him, securing you in a world he creates just for you.
And during that moment, you breathe out a soft hum that was of the coziest relief.
"Anasui...." you nearly moan, and you say his name with so much fondness, he swears that it's the sweetest sound.
He tells you over and over without tiredness that he adores how your tone changes when you say it, much more speak to him altogether.
He holds you, keeps you on the ground when your mind runs so much your body feels distant from you.
You stay there together, unmoving, and after a long breath in , you realize how you have yet to say anything to him. You just cling onto him, and it’s one of your troubles.
"I'm sorry," you mumble, your face pressed against his chest, hiding from the world, even from him.
Something's come over you, and it's only in that moment that you can finally be you, the you who can show the cracks that marry your mask of strength you have to show during your imprisonment.
He pulls up a rather gentle smile that’s barely existent as he brings his eyes down to where you are,
" Sorry for?" he asks, curious, wanting to know what's on your mind.
By the way your hands press against his back he has no doubt something’s weighing down your heart, and he has to know what it is.
"Because I'm like this..." you add, and it makes him pull back just a bit to try and actually look at you, to recognize what face you are wearing.
"Like...?" he says just that word, and you can see he's confused.
There's a little pout he performs when he's trying to think, and you smile halfheartedly at him because it makes you feel even more guilty for the things your mind conjures up.
He’s too sweet to you, too patient.
" Needy..." you tell him, embarrassed.
"- Complicated," you then add, not sure how else to describe yourself.
You start to think too much, and when you do, you need him.
You need his presence, his touch.
You need that something that makes your body feel yours rather than the strange numbness that dwells within.
- And lately, you’ve been thinking about how much you take from him.
He chuckles warmly, and the sound is somewhat airy as he shifts, because he gets it. You’d talked about it before, mentioned it just once before dismissing the conversation.
-But he was a man to remember it. 
His right hand is then holding your chin, tilting it up just a bit to look at you better.
His eyes look down at you, making you feel blank, absolutely nothing before you are struck with a powerful surge of everything that makes that man your utter weakness.
It's like it takes you a moment to process it all before you're hit full force.
you visibly shake with the way he stares down at you because it's like you are the only thing there for him to look at.
"Again with that..." he murmurs, realizing what it is that troubles you.
He gives you a small peck, and even if it's short-lived, he still closes his eyes like it's a deep press, like he savors all of it even if it's the tiniest sample of you.
“My love...” he breathes, "I sometimes wonder if I'm doing something wrong," he then says as he goes in for another kiss, and then another.
You accept them, responding back without a trouble in the world before he says more, 
"- Am I not loving you enough?" he adds with a quaver to his voice as he takes a short pause.. 
You can hear it in his tone and your heart clenches just a bit because none of it is his fault.
"What are you missing from me?" he asks as his lips brush yours again, and it's a question he asks himself.
He has to know, anything to get closer to you.
Anything to not lose you.
You think about the question because it's one you ask yourself. It's what you wonder about your own being because you know you’re the problem.
Immediately your eyes burn, and you suck in a shaky breath as you pull back.
"No!" you can't find a way to say it all at once, to tell him how if anyone is screwing up it's you. 
Your hands touch his cheeks, holding them so that even if you can't speak it, he can see it in your eyes.
 He can read you and find the answer there.
- That you love him...love him Too much.
So much that you're the one that's insecure.
You are the one that just thinks too much about all the what if's.
Like, what if he realizes that you're not good enough; that your little moments are too much trouble for him?
What if he regrets being with you...
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What if buried somewhere in him, there's a part holding onto Jolyne?
"Obviously I am if you feel this way," he said with a small blow of dissatisfaction, but he doesn't quite take it with insult. 
He doesn’t seem angry, or even annoyed, just discontent with the matter.
He loves you as you are, and he does mean it.
If you feel uncertainty, then he's there to give you that assurance you need, because there's no one more devout than he is.
“I feel...” you start, and you nearly choke as you try to continue, “I love you! I feel like I love you!” you tell him. “I know I love you!” you muster.
“I do...and I need you,” you continue, and it tugs at his heart to hear that desperation.
"You need me..." if you could only understand how much it incites a primal heat in him when he truly thinks about it.
-For you to say it, it has him weak.
You, as strong as you are, have a weakness that only he can tend to, one that only he's witnessed.
You trust him, You hold onto him.
You seek him and feel just as drugged by him as he is by you.
You, whose voice doesn't quaver in the face of fear, softens so tenderly when spoken to him.
No one's ever comforted you the way he has, no one has touched your soul as he has and could, and he swallows hard before he goes in again for another kiss that has you breathless as he backs you into the chilled wall of the room.
The kiss is different from the ones of before, as it’s much more desperate.
his arms wrap around you again, and you lose yourself in his affection.
Again your mind blanks, and you don't think of anything but how wonderful it feels to have him invade your senses in the selfish way he does, like he can't get enough of you and needs more.
Oh you feel so stupid.
How could you doubt him? 
How could you be such an idiot?
you ask yourself how, and you feel even more guilty over those invading thoughts.
"I'm not going anywhere..." you hear him say, like he’s reading your mind and answering the next thought that tells you you don’t deserve him.
The way he's holding you close tells you that it would have to be a powerful force that tears you apart.
He stops for just a moment to sweetly hold your face, his eyes looking into yours with promise,
A soft 'I love you' escapes his beautiful lips before he goes in for another passionate kiss.
“Don’t doubt me...” he pleas.
Little note for my buddy I didn’t tag cause I'm nervous: Hey you little Florida man Sloot. I hope you liked it  ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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remvash · 11 months
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Some Jolyne sketches 🦋🕸️
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iamageh · 1 year
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Jojo’s Bizarre Barbie Adventure: Plastic Ocean
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mikeyboheart · 10 months
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6taro with that Miguel O’Hara pose
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rohansoutsidemydoor · 10 months
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Can you do some mini chibis? if you can, maybe Foolyne?
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anon i'm so sorry I sUCK at chibis so have normal foolyne art the best I could
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minyicho · 1 year
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i didn't know weather was on TLC
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catb0y-ch0so · 10 months
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not now honey, daddy's busy staring off at the moon channeling his inner angst teen
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kugelfische · 1 year
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Yippee
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