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honey-marrow · 1 year

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hi i drew hol horse again im sorry lale ill get the the requests eventually

pose inspired by that one sbr cover drawing

#jjba fanart #jjba #jojos bizzare adventure #jojo fanart #jojo stardust crusaders #jojo steel ball run #hol horse on a horse #hol horse #my blorbo #i hate him actually #anemoart #jojos bizarre adventure #art #her name is Valley Tan #this says a lot about Hol Horse

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cuntstable · 2 years

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its great how racist jojo fans try to argue that it doesnt ”make logical sense” for pucci to be black when his siblings look white, even though thats a thing that happens irl, AND despite this being the same series where diavolo and doppios mom was pregnant for 2 fucking years. like these cunts are more than happy to just roll with odd and way more illogical shit in jojo but somehow this particular topic needs so much overanalyzing and dissection. cant imagine why

#jojo #like i could use a lot of time to debunk a bunch of the stupid shit arguments they make (like how they say that he could just be a tan #sicilian even though the rl pucci family he descends from is from central italy lol) but its pointless because #again only racists bring this up anyway #like none of its logical its just bending over backwards to deny the possibility of a mixed family because of anti blackness #pucci posting

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sunsblaze · 1 year

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//My husband just called Kokushibo JoJo Siwa 😭

#ooc #tan speaks #I need someone to make Koku as JoJo

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itsdeathofabachelor · 9 months

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I think of a stand WWE arena a lot and it’s rules and one of those rules is contestants can’t be armed, so this one guy has a stand whose ability it just to turn something invisible. Not to make that invisible thing ‘not there’ in the sense your hand can phase through it if you try to touch it, you can still punch the fucker out if you know where he is. You just can’t see him, that’s it. And, like, the amount of abilities in this arena that far surpass his own is insane so when the sheet with all the pair-ups are presented to the fighters and he sees who he’s up against (gravity manipulation or organ explosion mind telepathy or whatever) he’s like ‘hell nah’ and goes into that ring with a glock and a great lie.

Because he can turn things invisible, he can make the glock disappear so he just fucking says the glock is his stand and what are they gonna do? Not believe him? Mister I-Can-Swallow-The-Air-Chemicals-And-Make-My-Breath-Deathly-Corrosive over there begs the question of what’s ‘believable’ way more than he does.

#his outfit is either hardcore cowboy themed #with genuine leather pants he tanned the hide of himself #or some frilly shit like pink feather boa and two gaudy and way too big snake themed bracelets #no in between #jojos #jojo headcanons #jjba #jojo’s bizzare adventure

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chicademartinica · 4 months

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10 07 BL Boys That I Want Carnally

Tagged by (the hilariously outraged) @lurkingshan . I honestly thought I was never tagged because duh y’all know me fam, even though I do swing that way, men are you know…men. ( I couldn’t find 10, dear family you know I’m picky)

Inspector M (played by Great Sapol in Manner of death) Hate Fuck the police. Do you know how stupid hot you have to be for me to LOOK at a policeman. Muay Thai stance and stern look can get it. You see the curls in my pp, I’d let him pull on them and that’s saying A LOT.

Tan (played by Max Nattapol in Manner of Death) Feline, trouble adjacent, borderline insatiable, amazing kisser, perfect teeth, played by Max. Sign me up.

Tony (played by Joong Archen in The Wrap effect) Tony is so attractive he flusters people who don’t swing that way. Kind, direct, well mannered with good banter he is an extremely caring partner who can scoop you like a bag of rice, fold you or do it standing up in the club’s bathroom. (Joong playing older under Jojo’s lense ? B-A-N-A-N-A-S)

Palm (Played by Pond Naravit in Never let me go)While devastatingly handsome it’s Palm’s erotic versatility that puts him on the list. That man had sex with his lover A LOT while still using formal speech, always hovering between “spit in my mouth Khun Nueng” and “you belong under me always”. Plus they always look knocked out after sex. Palm’s a good time and an AMAZING KISSER.

Ritsu (played by Nakata Keisuke in The end of the world with you) Bisexual nightmare with a big d*ck and surreal stamina. Will spit in your mouth and send you home limping and happy. Delete his number after, cherish the memory.

King (Played by Net Siraphop in Bed Friend) The man on everybody’s list. My yaoi Aladdin ! The neck kissing alone…

Gu Hai (played by Huang Jingyu in Addicted) The real OG bisexual Chinese Seme. Bat shit crazy, martial artist, stupid hot, forceful and surprisingly kind. He scares me but I grew up respecting the OBEY hoodie you dig me ? (Can also pull my hair and as I said I LOVE my hair.)

#manner of death #great sapol #max nattapol #joong archen #pond naravit #net siraphop #huang jingyu #keisuke nakata #bed friend #addicted heroin #the end of the world with you #the warp effect #never let me go #You have to be a good kisser but y’all knew that #tag game

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allamericansbitch · 2 years

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based on this thread, here is a list of famous people who have supported johnny depp and/or made fun of amber heard. fuck all of them:

Aly & AJ

Alissa Violet (Influencer)

Anitta

Ann Coulter

Ashley Benson

Ashley Park (actress from Emily in Paris)

Auli'i Cravalho (actress from Moana)

Bailey Muñoz

Bella Hadid

Ben Shapiro

Booboo Stewart

Chase Hudson (Lil Huddy)

Chase Stokes (actor from Outer Banks)

China McClaine

Chris Rock

Cierra Ramirez (actress from The Fosters/Good Trouble)

Cody Simpson

Connor Swindells (adam groff on sex education)

Cazzie David

Critical Role

Dakota Fanning

Dakota Johnson

Daniel Ricciardo

Diana Silvers

Dillion Francis (DJ)

Dominic Fike

Dove Cameron

Elle King

Emma Roberts

Florence Pugh

Gabby Douglas

Gemma Chan

Halle Bailey

Henry Golding

Ian Somerhalder

Jaime King

Jamie Campbell Bower

Javier Bardem

Jennifer Aniston

Jennifer Coolidge

Jeremy Renner

Jessie J

JK Rowling

Joe Perry (Aerosmith)

JoJo Siwa

Jordan Fisher

Julian Kostov (actor from Shadow & Bone)

Justin Long

Kali Uchis

Kat Von D

Kelly Osbourne

Kelsea Ballerini

Kyle Rittenhouse

LaKeith Stanfield

Lance Bass

Lennon Stella

Lewis Tan

Lucy Hale

Madelyn Cline (actress from Outer Banks)

Maren Morris

Matthias Schoenaerts

Michael Clifford (of 5 Seconds of Summer)

Molly Shanon

Nicholas Braun

Norman Reedus

Nyane (popular instagram model)

Olivia Jade

Paige (from WWE)

Paris Hilton

Patti Smith

Paul Bettany

Paul McCartney

Penelope Cruz

Perrie Edwards

Phillip Barantini (director of Boiling Point)

Pokimane (Twitch Streamer)

Reeve Carney

Robert Downey Jr

Rian Dawson (Drummer of All Time Low)

Riley Keough

Rita Ora

Ryan Adams

Sam Claflin

Samantha Hanratty (actress from Yellowjackets)

Samuel Larsen

Seth Savoy (Director)

Shannen Doherty

Sharon Stone

Sia

SNL cast and writers

Sofia Boutella

Sophie Turner

Stella Maxwell

Tammin Sursok

Taika Waititi

Tony Lopez

Upsahl

Vanessa Hudgens

Vanessa Morgan

Vanessa Paradis

Vincent Gallo

Yungblud

Zachary Levi

Zedd

Zoe Saldana

Zoey Deutch

People who publicly support Amber:

Aiysha Hart

Alex Winter

Alexa Nikolas (actress from Zoey 101)

Amanda Seyfried

Amy Schumer

Anna Sophia Robb

Bianca Butti (Amber's ex)

Busy Philipps

Chace Crawford

Chloe Morello

Christina Ricci

Constance Wu

Contrapoints/Natalie Wynn

Corey Rae

Dana Schwartz (journalist and writer)

David Krumholtz

Dolph Lundgren

Edward Norton

Elizabeth Lail (actress who played Beck from you)

Elizabeth McGovern

Elizaberh Reaser (Esmé in Twilight)

Ellen Barkin

Emeraude Toubia (actress from Shadowhunters and With Love)

Emily Ratajkowski

Evan Rachel Wood

Finneas

Howard Stern

Ira Madison III

Jamelle Bouie (NYT columnist)

Jessica Taylor, Dr

Jon Lovett (podcaster & former White House speech writer & fiance of Ronan Farrow)

John Legend

Julia Fox

Julia Stiles

Julianne Moore

Kate Nash (singer, actress from Glow)

Kathy Griffin

Kristen Bell

Lauren Jauregui

Lena Headey

Lindsay Ellis (YouTuber)

Lindsay Lohan

Lindsey Gort

Mia Farrow

Michele Dauber (Stanford law professor)

Millie Brady (actress in The Last Kingdom)

Mel B

Melanie Lynskey

Melissa Benoist

Monica Lewinsky

Nathalie Emmanuel (actress on Game of Thrones)

Neil Gaiman (writer of Caroline, American Gods, Good Omens, etc.)

Nikki Glaser (comedian)

Patricia Arquette

Rachel Riley

Raphael Bob-Waksberg (creator of Bojack Horseman)

Robin Lord Taylor

Rian Johnson (director of Knives Out)

Ryn Weaver (singer)

Samantha Bee (comedian)

Sarah Paulson

Sarah Steele

Selma Blair

Sophia Bush

Uzo Aduba

Willa Fitzgerald

Zach Kornfeld (from the Try Guys)

#tp #amber heard #johnny depp #heard v depp

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yanaromanov · 1 month

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close to your heart

- rosie betzler x daughter reader

summary: rosie comforts her daughter, hesitant about leaving for her training weekend, and gives her a gift to always remember her by.

warning(s): WWII era, mentions of nazis and hitler etc., war talk, slight mention of bullying, tiny bit of angst but mostly just fluff and comfort, reader is jojo’s twin sister (age 10)

authors note: there are barely any rosie fics out there and that’s criminal so i wrote one. ps, i need her to give me a hug rn.

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The face that stares back at you in the mirror isn’t one you quite recognise. It seems to have fallen that way over the last year, fading away to a person you didn’t entirely know. Perhaps it was added to by the attire you now adorned, the tan blazer and black skirt sitting oddly against your skin, the white shirt underneath itching at the nape of your neck. You missed the summer dresses your mother often dressed you in, the cardigans patterned with embroidered flowers or the blouses in beautiful pale colours. Now it was all stripped away to a dull uniform, your girly flowers replaced by the red jungvolk symbol stitched into the arm of your coat. It was the image of everything your twin brother loved, and everything you were so unsure about.

“Do you have everything ready, my love?”

The voice startles you from your thoughts, your head spinning from your reflection where you stood previously examining your outfit. But when you spy the owner of the voice, your tensed shoulders loosen, greeted by a soft and familiar face.

“Ja, mama,” your reply, smiling back as the blonde-haired woman walks further into your room. Her eyes glance over you, then to the desk to your left.

“Do I need to check there are more than just books in that satchel or can I trust you this time?”

Your eyes follow to the brown satchel that sits upon the wooden desk, previously packed the night before for your expedition that weekend. Despite your brother having been packed for weeks, it had taken you longer to get round to it, your excitement barren compared to his. Still now, you push a smile on to your face, looking up at your mother.

“There are more than just books. I promise.”

She looks down on you with a playfully suspicious eye, a giggle stifling itself in your throat. “Alright, I’ll believe you this time.”

As a smile creeps on to her lips, her delicate fingers find the rolled neckerchief around your collar, adjusting the woven woggle until it sits perfectly straight against your shirt. She picks an invisible piece of dust from your shoulder before her hands land atop of them, eyes glinting down on you. “Come, I’ll do your hair for you.”

Her head nods in the direction of her bedroom, just across the hall from yours, as she turns away. Guided by a hand grasping hers, you follow your mother until the pair of you stand inside her room, your eyes momentarily fluttering over the comforting patterns and colours the decorations held. In front of the mirror, you take a seat on the small cushioned stool, looking over your shoulder as your mother reaches into the drawer you know she keeps all of her beauty supplies. It’s off limits to you for now but she says she’ll teach you everything there is to know about makeup and being a woman once you’re old enough, something you can only hope comes sooner rather than later.

When your mom returns with the hair brush in her hand, you swivel back around in your spot. You watch in the reflection as she begins to pull the bristles through your hair, humming a nonsensical tune as she frees you from any knots. “Your hair is getting so long, huh?” she muses from behind as she pulls your hair back from your face, intertwining strands to form two long braids down your back. You simply watch in a peaceful silence as she continues to hum to herself, just as much concentrated on your mother’s face as the work of her fingers. No matter what, it always seemed like she was able to appear put together, perpetually beautiful even doing the most mundane of tasks.

When your braids are completed, neatly running over your shoulders, your mother reaches across to the dresser. Atop, sit two small ribbons which she pulls between her fingers, previously unnoticed by your eye. From behind, she lifts up one braid at a time, tying the ribbon around the bottom until she places them both at the front, two perfect little bows in place. The blonde’s head comes to rest upon yours, both of your eyes meeting in the reflection of the mirror. She smiles widely as she looks back at you. “Beautiful.”

A small kiss is placed on the crown of your head before your mother turns away, returning to her dresser and the secret beauty drawer it holds. While she tidies away, your eyes remain fixed on your reflection. For a moment, your fingers reach up to touch the small ribbons in your hair, the material soft and silky against your skin. Then they drop to your lap, a small sigh exiting your lips. The distraction of your mother’s soft touch has now gone, your mind fading back to the small distress it found looking at yourself just ten minutes before.

It seems with your sigh, you show more expression that you intended, and with it, you cause your mother to turn in her spot. Her eye meets you again in the mirror, her smile quickly dropping into a perturbed frown. “Why such a long face, hm?” she asks, closing the gap between you both as she comes to stand behind you. “You don’t think I did a good job?”

Immediately, you shake your head, forcing a smile onto your face. “No, you did, mama.”

But this isn’t any old person you’re trying to fool. Your mother knows you like the back of her own hands, and sees straight through your forced happiness. “Then why do you look so sad?”

With her words, your expression drops once more. Your eyebrows dip as your lips fall into a pout, your gaze dropping to your lap and the pair of anxious hands that rest there. “I don’t want to go, mama.”

The words ring out familiar, something you’d not only already told your mother, but also yourself a hundred times over. The training weekend was supposed to be a great trip for the jungvolk, a chance to learn real skills surrounded by professional soldiers, but the entire idea of it made you feel rather sick to your stomach. Going to school alone made you feel a slight homesickness, longing to return back home with each hour you spent away, so the concept of an entire weekend spent out in the forest sounded almost unbearable. Perhaps it was just the idea of being away from your mother for so long that made your stomach churn, a longing attachment to her lingering around your head ever since you’d been a small child, something the other girls at school hadn’t missed out on and found opportunity to pick on you for. The entire thing wasn’t helped by the fact your brother was a complete fanatic, entirely devoted to the jungvolk and non-stop going on about the weekend and how much fun it was going to be. You, on the other hand, just couldn’t wait to be back home.

A small sigh escapes your mother’s lips as your statement befalls her ears. You feel her move beside you, then in your peripheral see her kneeling down on the carpet in front of you. “I know, darling,” she says, voice gentle. “But you have to. Who else is going to look after your brother, hm?”

You scoff as you raise your eyes to meet hers, scowling slightly as you look at her gently smiling face. “Jojo will just be with his stupid friends the whole time. And he says I can’t hang out with them because I’m a girl.”

Your mother clicks her tongue. “Ah, yes. Well, boys are stupid. A sad fact us smart girls have to learn.”

You know she’s trying to joke, trying to make you smile, but this morning it’s not in your heart. It hurts a little to ignoring her playfully smirking face, one that always has you creasing at the corners of your eyes, but still your eyes fall back to your lap, your expression returning to the sad frown the planned expedition has caused.

You hear your mother let out a small sigh, adjusting herself where she sits as a hand reaches out for one of yours, grasping and squeezing ever so gently with silken soft skin. “Maybe this weekend you can make a friend of your own, hm? Finally find someone to talk to besides your books?”

You know your mother’s words are coming from a place of warmth but still they manage to twist the knife in your gut. You’d always struggled to make friends, the girls at school never quite accepting you and always finding a reason to holler a mean comment your way. “Maybe,” you mutter under your breath, knowing that the likelihood of her proposition was next to none. The fact all the girls from your school were also attending the training weekend was just another reason for your hesitation to go. Now trying to fight back small tears that pool at the corners of your eyes, you look back up from your lap. “Why can’t I just stay here with you, mama?”

Rosie gives you that motherly look she so often does, soft but assertive. “Darling, we talked about this,” she says, head tilting, the previously spoken conversation seemingly translating through her eyes. “Besides, I have things to do while you’re away.”

You frown. “What things?”

“Mama things,” she replies, eyebrows raising.

Her response only seems to deepen your troubled expression. “You’re always doing mama things.”

Rosie sighs, adjusting herself where she kneels on the floor. “Well I have to do mama and papa things now, hm,” she hums, trying to meet your gaze that has fallen away from her face. “It’s not so easy keeping you and your brother fed, especially since he’s decided he’s the man of the house and should eat as such.”

Another joke, another one of your mother’s attempts to make you laugh. The memory of your brother’s demands surfaces in your mind, dictating that as a ‘man’ he should get a bigger portion than you because you were just a ‘little girl’. An argument had of course ensued over the fact he was only fourteen minutes older than you and that he wasn’t a man, just a little boy too. The memory of it all is one you know your mom has brought up to make you laugh, but your mind instead sticks to the previous comment befallen from her lips.

It’s been almost three years since your father had been conscripted for the war, and over two years since you’d received your last letter from him. Your mama told you constantly he was doing what he could, fighting to end the war so he could come home to all of you. But every day his absence seemed to hurt a little more, like a thousand needles poking at your little aching heart.

“I miss papa.”

The words are uttered to your lap, the tears threatening to fall off the cusp of your waterline. There’s a sound from your mother that echoes out, almost a gasp but somehow gentler. Then another, a sigh, as you hear her stand to her feet. A pair of hands reach out for yours, pulling gently and tugging you to your feet. As you stand, long arms envelope you in an embrace, one of your mother’s hands coming to rest on the back of your head. You bury yourself into her warmth as she sways gently, holding you close. “Me too, little cub,” she whispers softly. “Me too.”

For a moment, you simply bask in the comfort of her touch, hidden away in her arms from a world you didn’t want to face. “He’ll be home soon, right?”

You're pulled away from the hug, your mother holding on to your shoulders as she smiles down at you. "Very soon, my darling." Her words are meant as a comfort but you're old enough now to know they're not strong in truth, the same promise uttered to you over more months than you could care to count. Still, you take this moment to pretend to yourself that this time it is true, that very soon your family will be reunited once more.

It seems your mother must notice your still solace expression as her hands move to your own. She grabs hold gently as she turns you, guiding you towards her bed. "Here, sit," she says. You follow her instructions, sitting yourself on the edge of the mattress, watching as your mother crosses the room. You try your best to see around her as she rakes through a drawer in her desk, moments later returning with something hidden in her hand. "I was going to save this for your birthday but I think now might be a better time for you to have it." You watch intently as she kneels next to you, eyes focused on her clasped hand and whatever it may be concealing. "Plus, I think it might give you some strength for this weekend."

Curiously, you watch as her hand extends out to you, her fingers unfurling to reveal whatever gift she may have. When you spy what it is, a soft gasp elicits from your throat, eyes trained on the alluring glint radiated by the golden metal sat in your mother's open palm. You notice her smile from the corner of your eye as she reads your face. "You remember this?" she asks and you nod quickly.

A small hand reaches out to touch the piece of jewelry bundled up in her hand, fingers tracing along the chain and then the shape of the metal. "Your old locket," you reply, voice barely above a whisper as you admire the necklace, the golden centrepiece delicately inlaid with intricate swirls and patterns. There was a time your mother wore it every day, up until your father had bought her a new one for their anniversary.

Rosie hums happily at your recognition, her smile deepening. "Open it up," she says, face awaiting your reaction.

You do as she says, carefully reaching out for the necklace and taking it in your hands. With attentive fingers, you click open the clasp, opening up the locket's two halves and letting them sit delicately against your palm. A smile immediately appears on your face as you see the images printed inside, a warmth bubbling up inside your chest. On one half is your father, the other half your mother, both smiling back at you in their Sunday best. They are the same images contained within your family portrait down stairs, only this time they are hidden away in a small locket meant just for you.

"Do you like it?" Rosie asks, her face waiting in front of you. You meet her eyes with a glint, smiling wide from ear to ear.

"I love it."

The smile on your mother's face deepens as she laughs gently. "Here," she says, standing to her feet. "Let me put it on for you." You follow her to your feet, moving to stand in front of the mirror as she takes the necklace from your hand. Watching the reflection, you seen her unclasp the locket before moving it around your neck. She fastens it back up, allowing it to rest against your shirt. Quickly, she pulls your hair out from the chain, making sure it is perfectly secured around your neck before meeting your eye in the reflection. You smile widely up at her as your fingers find the locket, playing with the metal and once again tracing its engraved details. "It's beautiful, mama."

Rosie smiles, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Almost as beautiful as you." She reaches out gently for your shoulders as she turns you around to face her, bending ever so slightly at the knee to reach the same height as you. "Now," she says. "You wear this and me and papa will always be with you." Her hand reaches out towards your chest, resting to cover the locket. "Right here. Close to your heart, okay?"

You nod, feeling the warmth in your chest not only from her touch but from the sentiment of your new found gift. "Ja, mama."

Just then, the serenity of your moment is suddenly shattered as you hear a scream radiating through your house. Both you and your mother turn your head towards the door as the yells from down stairs travel through the house and to your ears. It's your brother's voice, most likely from his bedroom, screaming the same words over and over, a salute to your country's ruler. His voice gets louder as you hear him run through the house, eventually throwing the front door open and simply howling out to the outside world. As you hear it dim away, guessing he's moved away from the house and most likely down the street, you turn back to look at your mother. Her expression is rather amusing, looking quite confused but, in a way, also entirely used to your brother's odd antics. "That boy has too much energy for his own good, you know that?" she says, meeting your gaze. You laugh at her comment, imagining your brother running down the streets of town like he so often did. Just then, your mother smiles back at you, her expression immediately softening. Her fingers reach to hold your cheek, grasping so gently at your skin. "There's my beautiful smiling girl."

Her words can't help but deepen your smile, looking up her eyes so full of love and comfort. You two bask in the moment until she turns away, reaching for the small black beret that sits upon the edge of the bed. "Here," Rosie says, placing the hat upon your head and adjusting it so it sits just right. She bends at the knee, looking at you with a warm expression. "You are going to be just fine this weekend, I promise." Her hands find your shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "And when you come back, I'll give you the biggest mama lion hug in the whole world and we can eat chocolate by the fire while you tell me how annoying your brother was all trip. How does that sound?"

You meet her playful glance with a lighthearted smile of your own. "Sounds good, mama."

Rosie winks, clicking her tongue in unison, a trick that always brings a smile to both you and your brother's face. "That's my girl," she says, holding on to your chin for just a moment before she straightens up once more. She brushes away invisible dust on her trousers then smiles down at you. "Now let’s get some breakfast packed up for you and your brother. You can catch up with him and both eat it on the way, hm?"

You nod, content in the idea. "Okay, mama."

But before she can turn to leave the room, you're reaching out for one final touch, your arms wrapping around her waist and face burying into her chest. She holds you back, placing gentle kisses to the top of your head. "I love you so much, my darling cub," she says, voice as gentle as the summer breeze. And in her warmth you smile, because no matter how frightening the world may seem, how apprehensive you are to venture out there, she would always be there as a shining light to guide you back home.

"I love you so much too, mama."

#rosie betzler #rosie betzler x reader #rosie betzler x daughter #rosie betzler x daughter reader #jojo rabbit #jojo rabbit fanfiction #jojo rabbit fic #rosie betlzer x child reader #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x daughter reader

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transcringecompetition · 1 year

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BRACKET FINALLY DROPPED

FIRST SECTION OF POLLS CONCLUDED. SECOND SECTION OF POLLS CONCLUDED. THIRD SECTION CONCLUDED. FOURTH SECTION JUNE 2ND 12 PM EST

WRITTEN MATCH UPS UNDER THE CUT

SIDE ONE PART ONE:

Reigen Arataka (MP100) v William Afton (FNaF)

Berdly (Deltarune) v Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

Dirk Strider (Homestuck) v Sans (Undertale)

Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad) v Dib (Invader Zim)

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives) v Mad Mew Mew (Undertale)

Shiver (Splatoon) v Cesare (just realized i mispelled his name Oh well) (Big Top Burger)

Cecil Kanagawa (Penumbra Podcast) v Sylvie Ashling (Epithet Erased)

Crazy Dave (Plants vs. Zombies) v Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

SIDE ONE PART TWO:

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) v Doofenschmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Shin Tsukimi (YTTD) v Schuichi Saihara (Danganronpa)

Peter Parker (Spider-Man) v Marco Diaz (SVTFOE)

Will Graham (Hannibal) v Gonzo (The Muppets)

Anne Boonchuy (Amphibia) v Zote the Mighty (Hollow Knight)

Medic (TF2) v Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium)

Oliver Swift (Dialtown) v Beatrice (Umineko)

Wikipe-tan (Wikipedia) v Casey Jones (TMNT 2012)

SIDE TWO PART ONE:

The Onceler (The Lorax) v Danny (JJBA)

Spamton (Deltarune) v Vriska (Homestuck)

Scout (TF2) v Guido Mista (JJBA)

Michael Afton (FNaF) v Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Hunter (TOH) v Grell Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Anasui (JJBA) v Dean Winchester (SPN)

Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney) v Alice Yabusame (YTTD)

Barney Guttman (Paranormal Dead End Park) v Mokuba Kaiba (YGO)

SIDE TWO PART TWO:

Taako Taaco (TAZ) v Pickles (Metalocalypse)

Lily (Zombieland Sage) v Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) v Cecil Palmer (WTNV)

Warren (DHMIS) v Sayo Yasuda (Umineko)

George Costanza (Seinfeld) v Herbert West (Reanimator)

Lars Barriga (SU) v Danill Dankovsky (Pathologic)

Eraserhead Baby (Eraserhead Baby) v Aiai (Super Monkey Ball)

Skeebo (Jojo's Circus) v Headset (EEE)

#transcringecompetition2023 #i hope i didnt make any other spelliong mistakes and i tried so hard to make good matchups

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pavstars · 1 year

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summer breeze

[ crossposted on ao3 @ sinnerspades ]

some of my jojo favs with summer activities. includes: abbacchio, mista, jotaro, dragona, joseph & suzi q, and johnny

author’s note: using he/him pronouns for dragona! if they end up changing in the future i can edit :) some are longer than others but i swear im not biased, just more inspo and ideas. also joseph/suzi/reader poly ftw!

Abbacchio: It’s such a nice day out that it seems the entire city has opened up their yard sales, estate sales, stores- you name it. Not one to stay cooped up inside while the sun shines so brightly, you drag Leone out to various houses and streets that you think will pique his interest. “Look, this one says goth yardsale!” you tease, tugging his hand towards the shoddy little gray house.

He looks so good today (he always looked good and exceptionally done up) with his long hair tied into a messy bun, a few strands coming loose and framing his face so nicely. This sale in specific ends up being a score and you return to your car down the street with a worn paperback (“you’ve never read interview with the vampire?! Leone!”), varying lace and leather clothing items in black and grey, and the cutest little antique lamp you had ever seen. You make a trip to the record store on your way back home and he buys two cds: sisters of mercy and moody blues of course. Your evening is spent dancing slowly in the living room and finding spots to put your new goodies.

Mista: Taking a trip to the lake with your favorite boys, but not after stopping at the store for floaties of course. Mista has the genius idea: “let’s bring an air mattress!” despite your caution you cave and leave with one air mattress, a giant inflatable alligator, and two sparkly donut floaties.

At the lake you spend far too long wasting your breath blowing it up- until Fugo raises an eyebrow “why don’t you just use the air mattress fan on the other floaties?” Oh right… Yeah that would make things easier… After applying generous amounts of sunscreen on to everyone (Mista didn’t need much, he tanned easily and without fear of being burnt) you all head into the water. The chill of the lake water feels so nice on your heat-soaked bodies after being in the sun for so long setting up.

You drag the inflatable mattress out and wade until the water is about chest-deep. Mista hops on to the mattress and you’re almost afraid it’ll start sinking under his weight but it stays surprisingly afloat. “Well, aren’t you going to join me?” He grins at you, shaking water out of his dark curls. You accept his hand and he pulls you on top of him on the mattress, holding you in a strong and very warm embrace. The mattress ends up floating way far out to the middle of the lake, but you two are on either side with your hands in the water, unbothered and ready to deal with this problem when you got to it later.

“This was actually a really good idea.” you turn to face him and smile softly. He leans on one of his elbows to turn to face you as well, but quickly pales as he realizes his mistake. The uneven weight of his elbow on the mattress had pushed it down and water had quickly started pooling, sinking his side of the mattress. You shrieked as he rolled into the water and you could hear Narancia’s laugh all the way from the other side of the lake. It only got louder when Mista swam around the other side and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into the water with him and pressing kisses against the side of your face.

Jotaro: Last minute trips to the store to get sandcastle supplies, even though you know you’ll have to convince him to build one with you. You end up buying snacks too, perfect for a little picnic by the water. Once you reach the beach you end up using the plastic yellow pails to collect shells and rocks instead of their original purpose, but you’d never complain. “This one matches your eyes!” you hold a pretty turquoise pebble up to his face and squint, comparing the color. He laughs softly and takes it, adding the rock to your growing collection to bring back home.

While you’re setting up the picnic, he silently searches for a rock of your own: he didn’t even have to look over at your face, knowing the color of your eyes by heart. A lifetime of stolen glances studying your face and staring at the details of your eyes, lips, nose too when you weren’t looking back at him. After lunch you two finally get into the water, tiny fish swimming around your feet and sand between your toes. You squeal when he picks you up effortlessly by your waist and tosses you into the water, but you get your revenge after coming back up for air and jumping onto his back with your legs wrapped around his waist, effectively splashing him. His hair is so curly after he comes out of the water and you make him lean down so you can towel dry it ever so carefully.

Dragona: Sticky sweet hands splitting apart fruits to share, ice cold drinks sweating water droplets on to your chests, the smell of sunscreen and coconut body lotion. Matching swimsuits and sunbathing together after a long day of swimming and running around the beach. Dragona practically glows in the sun and you can’t help but stare from behind your huge sunglasses. He grins at you and rolls on to his side, striking a pose and inviting you to keep staring.

The sun is so warm and you’re so happy, you wish you could just lay here forever with him and take a cat-nap in the sun. But alas, you’ve made plans for dinner and you have to go get changed- the restaurant was casual but not swimsuit casual. That feeling on vacation of pulling loose fitting dresses and shirts over your swimsuit and sitting down outside to share your food, a nice warm breeze passing by. Showers are due once you get home and you have a feeling you’ll be sleeping so soundly after the long day you’ve had. You trace the tattoos on his skin and fall asleep against his chest, lulled by the sound of crashing waves.

Joseph and Suzi Q: waking up early to take the ferry together to a tiny, homely island. Visiting a huge lavender farm and spending hours just wandering and picking the perfect bouquets for all three of you. Tucking a flower into Joseph’s hair, right behind his ear while he leans down to give you a better angle. Weaving daisies into Suzi Q’s hair and giggling when she returns the favor. Laying in the grass under the shade of a huge tree, eating runny ice cream and sharing bites. Screaming and scrambling away when the bees buzz a bit too close: “you’ve fought a god but you can’t handle a bumble bee???” On the ferry back home Joseph falls asleep on your shoulder and snores softly in your ear- you run a hand through his unruly hair and Suzi snaps a pic for you two to tease him over later.

Johnny: The sun is almost finished setting, beautiful shades of orange and purple floating through the sky and casting an amber glow on your faces. You two sit on the steps of the porch, content to sit and stare at the sky while the radio plays from the open kitchen window. You can smell dinner cooking inside, as well as the faint smoky smell of a campfire being started in the backyard. It’s a perfect temperature outside, warm with a faint cool breeze, and you turn your head to stare at Johnny who’s still gazing up at the sky.

You wish you could live in this moment forever, counting the freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose, admiring the way his lashes brush against his face- god he was so pretty. His eyes meet your own and you blush, scooting away in embarrassment of having been caught. “See something you like sweetheart?” He muses, taking a hold of your hand and tugging you back over to him, closer than before. Music drifts in and out through the window but the moment is interrupted when Gyro calls you two to dinner. With a smile you stand up and dust off your jeans, holding out your arm out for Johnny to take with his own strong one as you help him to his cane resting against the kitchen door frame. Dinner was in the backyard of course, why else make a campfire?

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