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#the tag where Kira rants
incorrect-heroes · 1 year
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Throwback to 7/22/22: “You draw one kiss in an AU sort of way and suddenly your brain goes ‘let’s watch the 1996 Romeo + Juliet! Let’s watch Shakespeare in Love!’”
I also wrote this sorta Shakespearean paire rant for Peter
“My greatest obstacle is my very blood. Yet still, that same blood that runs within mine heart is my savior many times over, blood that grants me my safety yet decimates any effort I may have to live, to love, unimpeded. Kinsmen mine, how canst I be grateful for the blood you’ve gifted me, when that same gift threatens to be my demise at every moment I draw breath? Mine, yes, my blood, but never truly.”
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grimalkinmessor · 1 year
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I am begging—legit BEGGING—my other lawlight babes to come up with a tag for when Light permanently loses his memory and/or ends up settling as Yotsuba Arc Light by the end pLZ PLZ PLZ I AM AT MY WITS END 😭😭😭
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haledamage · 10 months
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A cure I know that soothes the soul
started as a prompt fill for @queen-scribbles for the prompt “a kiss on the corner of the mouth, hoping for more but expecting nothing”, but it went completely off of the rails and onto the dining table so I decided to post it separately even though it technically fits the prompt. the new prompt fill is proving to be just as lengthy but not quite as smutty. also tagging @agentnatesewell since you asked me to 💖
Kira/Nate, almost 3400 words, sometime vaguely near the end or just after book 3, at the very least after they’ve both confessed how they feel. nsfw, due to explicit sexual situations and also due to improper use of antique furniture
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Kira awoke with a gasp, fear and adrenaline continuing to race through her even as the remnants of her dream fell away and she started to recognise her surroundings.
She was in her bedroom at the Warehouse. 
Safe. 
Alone. 
It was still well before sunrise, no light creeping in around the edges of her thick, dark curtains.
The details of the dream were already fading by the time she sat up in bed, but the fear lingered, raking sharp claws down her spine. With it came the prickly feeling of being watched, no matter how many times she glanced at the room’s shadowed corners to assure herself no one was there.
The unease still didn’t fade as she untangled the blankets from around her legs. Or when she found her phone, knocked from the nightstand to the floor at some point in the night (it cheerfully announced the time to be 3:35AM). Or after slipping into the en suite to splash some water on her face at the sink. 
Out of ideas, Kira crept out into the hall, moving as quietly as possible in the direction of the kitchen and, hopefully, a cup of tea to help calm her nerves.
She slowed her approach when she saw the light already on, hesitating in the hall. 
Maybe the library would be a better choice. She was still too on edge to be good company right now, and she didn’t want to unload her baggage onto whichever unsuspecting vampire had beaten her here.
As if summoned by her decision to sneak away, Nate’s face appeared in the kitchen doorway.
“Kira?” He gave her a surprised but welcoming smile. “Is everything all right?”
Some of her anxiety faded at the sound of his voice, enough for her to manage a small smile in return. “I’m fine,” she said reflexively. She took a deep breath and tried again, the truth this time. “I had a bad dream, that’s all. Just trying to clear my head.”
His brow furrowed with a worried frown, and he took a step toward her before stopping, uncertainty overtaking his concern as he pulled back. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She shook her head, but closed some of the distance between them, a silent offer to meet him halfway. “I don’t actually remember it. I just remember… something watching me. Or chasing me?” She shook her head again, crossing her arms to stifle a shudder. “I can’t seem to shake it off.”
Nate moved closer, though he still stopped a little outside arm’s reach and held out a hand. Making it clear that he was leaving the decision up to her; proving that he’d been listening. 
“Come here, ya rouhi,” he whispered, a request, almost a plea.
Kira didn’t need to be asked twice. She crossed what space still remained immediately, bypassing the extended hand to instead wrap her arms around him. With a chuckle tinged with relief, Nate returned the hug, and she melted into the warmth of his embrace.
“What can I do?” he asked, kissing the top of her head, her temple, her cheek. “What do you need?”
“Just you, love.”
They stood there like that for a long time, the hallway quiet and dark except for the light peeking through the kitchen doorway. Slowly, Kira’s heart rate returned to normal, the prickly uneasy feeling fading enough that she could ignore it.
Eventually, Nate pulled away, just enough to see her face. He brushed her hair out of her eyes before settling his hand against her cheek. “Feel better?”
“Much better.” She let her eyes drift closed as she leaned into his touch. “Thank you.”
“Trust me, it’s my pleasure.” He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You should get some more sleep.”
It wasn’t a question, but it felt like one. He was leaving the choice in her hands whether she went back to bed or stayed there with him.
It was the easiest choice she’d had to make in months. “Can I stay here for a while? I don’t want to be alone right now.”
There was a brief, weighty pause. And then Nate’s body language changed, his touch shifting from comforting to purposeful, his hand sliding from her cheek down to her neck. His thumb slowly caressed the edge of her jaw, gentle, unhurried, maddening.
His voice changed too, dropping lower into something sultry and sinful. “Perhaps we just need to get your mind off of it.”
“Oh?” Kira tried to feign innocence, but the flush spreading over her face gave her away. “And how do you intend to do that?”
His lips brushed her cheek, just at the corner of her mouth, pulling back as she turned her head to try and kiss him properly. “I could make you some tea.”
“Tea. Of course. That sounds…” she licked her lips, fighting not to smile as his eyes darkened in response, “soothing.”
He repeated the motion on her other cheek, lips barely brushing her skin. “Or we could find you a book to read.” 
She threaded her fingers into his hair and leaned up on tip-toe to close some of the height difference. “Sure. Reading can certainly be a… stimulating distraction.”
His arm tightened around her waist, helping her balance while also pressing their bodies flush together. “Or…”
Kira didn’t know if Nate intended to finish that sentence, but she didn’t wait to find out. “Nate,” she whispered against his lips. “Give me something else to think about.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before he was kissing her, slow and intense and already with an edge of urgency. Like he was starving for it, for her, like with each press and drag of his lips he was trying to make up for every minute he’d spent not kissing her--including the three hundred years before they’d met.
She opened for him eagerly, meeting his hunger with her own, swallowing his groan as the kiss deepened. They stumbled in the vague direction of the kitchen, both of them unwilling to untangle enough to watch where they’re going. They missed the doorway, but Nate’s back hit the wall next to it and that was good enough.
Kira dragged her mouth away from his to trail kisses down his neck instead. Her fingers were clumsy on the buttons of his shirt, too much need and not enough grace. “Maybe we should take this somewhere more private. In case the others wake up.”
In an unexpected display of impatience, he took over the task of unbuttoning his shirt, getting it undone and open in a flash of superhuman dexterity. He breathed out a gratified moan when her hands grazed his bare skin. 
Task completed, one of his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her lips back to his, though he continued to try to speak between kisses. “They are all out on patrol. They won’t be back for hours.”
“Okay--” Kira started to reply, but her words were lost in a yelp as she was suddenly lifted from the ground. Her legs wrapped automatically around his waist without waiting for any input from her brain--which was good, because it appeared to have short-circuited entirely.
Nate looked up at her with a pleased grin that would’ve looked cocky on anyone else. “But perhaps it would be best to have a door between us and them. Just in case.”
She just nodded, not trusting her voice, clinging to his shoulders a little harder than necessary.
His grin sharpened to a sultry smirk. “Is something wrong, Kira?”
“Nope,” she answered, too quickly, blush darkening her face from the reminder that he could read her reaction so easily. “I knew you were strong, I just hadn’t considered what… other applications that could have.”
That wasn’t true, and they both knew it.
“And now?”
“Now, I’m considering. Intently.” Her hands found their way inside his open shirt again, exploring every inch of skin they could reach.
They didn’t do much better watching where they were going this time either, too wrapped up in each other, but somehow managed not to trip over anything. Nate carried her effortlessly, holding her with only one arm as he closed the kitchen door behind them with the other. It was still far from “private,” but Kira was having trouble caring about much beyond the lips on her skin and the arms around her and the hard length she could feel pressed between her thighs.
Eventually, they made it to Nate’s intended destination, and Kira let out a breathless laugh as he set her down carefully on the dining table. “You’ve been thinking about this since that comment I made at Tina’s, haven’t you?”
“Oh, my sweet Kira…” the way he said her name made her shiver; so did the look in his eyes, “I’ve been thinking about this since I bought the table.”
Her eyes slammed shut as that knowledge hit its target, along with all the implications that came with it. “Fuck.”
For once, Nate didn’t wince at her swearing. He just chuckled, low and smooth and clearly very pleased with himself.
Since his arms were now unoccupied, his hands instead found their way under her shirt, skimming purposefully up her sides and over her ribs, rucking the fabric up as he went. “Perhaps I should tell you the thoughts I’ve had about the sofas in the library as well.”
Tempting as it was, she shook that thought off--though she had no doubt she would remember this next time she had research to do. “I’d like that. Later.” She pressed her palm to the front of his jeans, dragging her hand over the hard swell of his cock. “Right now, I’d rather you just fuck me.”
Nate’s head fell back, eyes fluttering closed, jaw clenching around the low rumble of a growl that Kira could feel more than hear. He stayed that way, seemingly lost in sensation for the moment, barely moving beyond the restless stuttering of his hips as she mapped the shape of him through the thick denim.
“You are so bloody beautiful like this,” she murmured, releasing him just long enough to undo his belt and pull down his zipper so she could free him from his jeans. “I would almost think I’m still dreaming, but my dreams are never this lovely.”
He shushed her, pressing his thumb to her lips, the rest of his hand curling almost possessively around the curve of her jaw. “No more talk about dreams. We’re here to--” a sharp gasp escaped him as she took him in hand, “--to get your mind off of that.”
A smirk grew across her lips, widening as Nate traced the curve of it. “Oh, is that the only reason we’re doing this? How generous of you.”
“I would do anything for you,” he vowed without hesitation, followed by a groan as her tongue darted out to lick the tip of his thumb. He watched the motion with rapt attention. “But I won’t pretend my intentions were entirely altruistic.”
She turned her head to kiss his palm, then the inside of his wrist. “Good. You could stand to be a little selfish.”
There was something wild in his eyes when they met hers again. Untethered. But also fragile, like he could shatter if she touched him the right way.
Kira decided to risk it anyway. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned down and licked a broad stripe along the underside of his cock.
He swore under his breath, the language not one she recognized but the sentiment behind it clear enough. It was such a lovely reaction that she did it again, slower, savoring the taste of him as well as the sounds he made.
The angle made it difficult to do much more than tease him, but Nate clearly didn’t mind, praise falling from his lips in a mix of languages as if it was a struggle to hold on to any of them for long. She could identify some of them, and heard her name interspersed throughout, muttered like a prayer between endearments, ya rouhi, cariad, zhizn moya, mon cœur, beloved.
It wasn’t long before he’s tugging at her with shaking hands, the words “Kira” and “wait” exhaled on a shuddering sigh. She stopped immediately, leaning back to give him room to catch his breath--but instead of doing so he just followed her, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss, pressing her down until she was laying on the table again.
“You are exquisite.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, followed by another at the edge of her jaw. “You make me feel…” He trailed off, as if none of the words he had were sufficient. She knew the feeling.
His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, a shaky sigh escaping him as she arched her neck to give him better access, baring her throat to him.
“One of these days,” he said in a voice like rolling thunder - deep, exhilarating, a promise of things to come, “I’m going to get you somewhere I can take my time with you.”
Before she could respond, he was moving down, nipping at her collarbone and the crook of her neck. His hands were as restless as his lips, grabbing and caressing and kneading but never staying in one place for long, as if he was trying to touch her everywhere at once.
“Somewhere I can spend hours exploring you.” His fangs just barely scraped against her skin, a slight sting before he soothed it with a sweep of his tongue. It sent electricity sparking through her, setting her alight. “I want to learn every way you like to be touched. Every sound you make.” 
Long, elegant fingers traced up the inside of her thigh and past the hem of her sleep shorts - Kira had never been so grateful to the summer heat for convincing her not to wear long pants - pushing them aside along with her underwear to delve into her slick folds.
She whined, high and helpless and shaped vaguely like his name, and Nate echoed it with a broken groan. His lips found their way back to hers, kissing her with the same torturously slow rhythm of his fingers, licking into her mouth as he pressed into her.
“I wish I had the patience for it tonight,” he breathed between kisses, “but you are irresistible.” He pulled his hand away, swallowing her whimper of protest. “I will do my best to make it up to you next time.”
It was a struggle for Kira to find her voice. Desire simmered under her skin like a living thing, burning away all semblance of thought or language until all she had left was “Nate, please.”
Those were the only words she needed. As soon as they were out of her mouth, Nate was lining himself up and pushing into her, slow and relentless, until their hips were flush against each other.
She groaned at the delicious stretch as he filled her, a shiver coursing through her. The motion made his hips jerk forward, hands clutching hard at her thighs, which in turn made her clench around him. An echo chamber of sensation, bouncing endlessly between them.
“Kira,” Nate pleaded, completely undone and devastatingly beautiful, “I can’t--” He growled between clenched teeth, all his eloquence lost under desire.
Kira knew what he was trying to say. She pulled him down to kiss him, all open mouths and tangling tongues. “Don’t hold back,” and then, again, “Nate, please.”
There was nothing tender or gentle about the way they moved together, both of them too far gone, desperate and driven. 
Nate only barely stayed within the bounds of human ability, thrusts just a touch faster than a mortal man could manage, grip a little too strong, leaving bruises on her hips and thighs that he’d feel guilty about in the morning. Kira didn’t mind them; she just wished her own marks didn’t fade so quickly, that she could leave some visible proof that she wasn’t still dreaming.
The pleasure built quickly, coiling in her belly, growing tighter and tighter with every movement, every thrust and kiss and broken sound. She could already see the end in sight, and she tried to hold herself back, to slow down just a little and savor it, but then he shifted, changing angles and sliding into her just so--
She careened over the edge with barely any warning, and he followed close behind her. They held each other together as they shattered and shook apart.
It could have been minutes or hours later when Kira became aware of her surroundings again. The kitchen was quiet except for their slowing breathing, the sky still dark through the window over the sink. Nate loomed warm and heavy above her, his forehead resting on her chest over the still-racing beat of her heart.
She combed her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face enough to plant a weak kiss on his temple. That took the last energy she had, and her head fell back on the table with a dull thunk. “You know, I have to say, Victorian carpenters really knew their shit.” She gave the table a fond pat. “Very sturdy construction.”
Nate’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. “I’m sure they’d be happy to know their work is still appreciated.” He lifted his head enough to meet her eyes, expression blissful and adoring. “Though perhaps not quite in the manner it was intended.”
“We’re getting pretty good at using furniture in ways it wasn’t intended.”
He hummed in agreement and appreciation. “More than ‘pretty good,’ I think.” With a groan, he pushed himself off of her and sluggishly got to his feet, offering a hand to help her clamber somewhat-gracefully off the table. “But perhaps we should give it a break and take this elsewhere.”
It wasn’t a question, but it felt like one, and Kira let herself consider it while they put their clothes back to rights and checked to make sure they hadn’t left the kitchen a mess. It wasn’t that she didn’t know the answer; it was that she wasn’t sure she was brave enough to ask it yet.
As if he could sense her hesitation, Nate stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned gratefully into his embrace, sighing contentedly when he kissed her cheek. “I should probably get some more sleep.”
“I agree,” he said neutrally, not giving her any insight into his own thoughts.
She closed her eyes and forced the words out in a whisper he probably wouldn’t have heard if he were human, admitting for the second time that night, “I don’t want to be alone.”
It was harder to say than it had been the first time. ‘Alone’ was what she’d always done best; she wasn’t quite sure who she was without it. Part of her thought it would be safer to just face the nightmares again.
He spun her around so he could kiss her, in equal parts comfort and relief. And then kissed her again, just because he could. “Would you…” he swallowed hard, and it made her feel better to know he was nervous too, “would it be all right if I stayed with you awhile? At least until you fall asleep.”
Kira liked that he made it sound like his idea, asking if he could rather than if she wanted him to. It took some of the pressure off, made her feel a little less vulnerable when she confessed, “I’d like that.” She could feel his smile when he kissed her again. “My room or yours?”
“Mine.” There was a hint of a purr in Nate’s voice, despite what they’d just finished doing. “I’ve wanted to get you in my bed for some time now.”
She laughed, feeling a knot of tension that had been lingering finally begin to unravel. “Then take me to bed, love.”
No sooner than the words were out, he lifted her off the ground once again, chuckling as she yelped in surprise. He carried her down the hall at close-to-human speed.
The bedroom door closed behind them just before the rest of the team returned home.
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ourlady0fsorrows · 1 year
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the death note characters have tumblr blogs. what do they post.
ooooo this is a good one
i reckon Misa’s blog would be a mix of a Kira fan account, fashion inspiration and reblogs of religious images that she thinks look cool. she’d end up getting in a lot of arguments with Kira antis.
L would refuse to reblog anything. his blog would just be random posts about how Watari made him a cake today and how he hasn’t been outside in so long he’s forgotten what plants look like.
Light would run an official Kira blog where people can send him asks containing the names and crimes of criminals for him to kill. he would constantly post L hate too.
Near mainly posts about his special interests and sprinkle in his childhood trauma. oh and the occasional “get fucked kira”.
Mello reblogs all of Near’s posts and just hates on him in the tags, he thinks he’s being subtle about it but Near definitely knows it’s him. He posts a lot of angry rants. He also reblogs a lot of gothic and religious imagery.
Matt’s blog is a gaming blog. he posts a lot about various games he’s played. he’s quite active in the undertale fandom and has posted some questionable things he’s drawn because he takes pleasure in horrifying people.
A and B would be the mutuals that flirt on everyone’s dash and no one’s entirely sure if they’re actually together or not.
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seokiloquy · 1 year
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Drapery - Azumane Asahi
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Au: Regular (Timeskip)
Tags/Warnings: GN!reader, multiple tenses cause time, mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 1.3k
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Azumane knew the feeling of another’s skin beneath his hands. Over the years, he has been intimate with the nature of others’ bodies. He has learnt the patterns of waists, legs, shoulders, and arms into a near science: soft, sharp, boxed, round, big, or small. Each body is different from the next, unique and the same, and ever-changing. Azumane has held hundreds and is always keen to experience the build of another. Such is the world of fashion.
“Can you lift your arms for me?” he asks one hand on his subject’s bare shoulder, holding the end of his tiring measuring tape. 
“Like this?” You raise your arms to a T rolling your shoulders back to maintain posture.
“Perfect, thank you.” His hand slides down your arm, pulling the measuring tape until meeting the bend of your wrist.
You were new. Fresh from dropping out of university, which also happened to be where he found you, crying on the front steps of the fashion studies building where he was about to meet an old professor of his.
It was almost dark out. The sun was peeking through alleyways, and you were curled over your knees, gripping your skirt that was torn to shreds, falling to pieces at your feet. Even through tears and choked words, you somehow managed to speak firmly and eloquently to Azumane when he approached.
“It’s all over, I hate this world, this art, these people, yet I can’t think of a single other thing to do with my life, and it’s heartbreaking. I never wanted to hate the one thing I love. It makes me feel ugly, disgusting.”
After sending you on your way home, he spoke to his old professor and inquired. It all ended with an email inviting you to his workshop.
“Have you ever modelled before (L/N)? You seem to have practice,” he asks, writing his final measurement down, and offering you a hand to step off the podium.
“Not for anything other than class projects. And well, you know how that went.”
He did. It had taken you repetitive hours of ranting into a glass of wine from his kitchen for you to calm down and speak on something other than the repetitive harsh words of a high fashion professor.
“Other than school, I would try making my clothes and have my family help get measurements. But that’s about it. No runways for me.”
“Runways are a bit overrated, but I’m happy to have a new addition to my team.” He gestures to the empty room. Tables covered with unfinished cuts and stitches, and walls filled with rolls of fabric. The warehouse is empty otherwise. “If they were here, I’m sure they’d agree.”
“It’s their day off, isn’t it? Why don’t you stop for the day?”
He sighs through his nose, pushing up on his glasses to get a better glance at you sitting on the nearby stool. Kira, his manager, is out with friends, and his small team of sewers with different specialties are off doing who knows what.
“I wanted to make sure we had these for Monday.”
“It could have waited till Monday too.”
Pushing a hand through his hair, he gave you an unamused look. “Did I interrupt your plans?”
“In fact, you did.”
“Really, and what were these plans?” He rolls up his measuring tape and sets it down with his clipboard on the nearest table, the same one you’re sitting at, head in your hands, with a cheeky smile. He raises a brow.
“To eat pizza with wine on your couch, of course.”
“Ah, yes, very eventful.” He pats your shoulder before walking by. “Come on. Let’s head out and order that pizza.”
He can practically hear you buzzing happily behind him.
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Azumane didn’t actually have any models within his team. All his models were either temporarily contracted or freelance. Though he knows some personally, to the point of repeatedly calling a few friends and having them in his shows, none stayed exclusively to his brand.
Adopting a college drop-out with similar interests and nowhere to go gave him that opportunity.
If only you’d stop eating his half of the dinner.
“I’m only taking a bite!”
“Ya, of my meal. Eat your own.”
“You’re paying for it anyways.”
“Should I order another side dish?”
“Don’t spoil me.” You tease, smiling across the table while your chopsticks steal another slap of salmon from his plate.
“You already are.”
“Only because you are incredibly kind.” It’s genuine.
He doesn’t quite know how you can switch expressions and tones so quickly when he’s stuck in a frustrated, calm, or nervous wreck. He doesn’t quite yet know your natural state, other than being a sloth on his couch.
“Don’t say that.” He can feel the nervousness climbing up his chest.
You play with your chopsticks before setting them down with a shrug. “I mean it. I would probably be back home with my family, barely making it by, or even on the streets if you didn’t kidnap me.”
He chokes, muscles tensing into a multilayered frown that reaches his eyebrows.
“I didn’t kidnap you!”
Your laugh is lighthearted, rolling and tumbling like a breeze over hills. As you settle down, his expression softens again. “Seriously. Thank you.”
“You shouldn’t have given up.” He says after a moment’s pause. “On fashion, I mean. You could have done so well.”
“Maybe, but if I loved it enough, I wouldn’t have given up on it in the first place. No matter the circumstance.”
It tugs his chest a little.
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Fashion shows are stressful, heartbreaking, discouraging, and hopeful. Still more so negative until it’s over.
Between makeup artists touching hundreds of faces, hair-stylists tugging on scalps, seamstresses pinning clothes, and (most) models sneaking in food wherever possible so they don’t faint, all while barely having space to stand (let alone sit), there is no sense of peace.
Azumane went out of his way to buy food for everyone (Including the models) when he felt the tension rising, which they ravaged until it looked as though it weren’t there in the first place.
It hurts, physically and mentally, on all parties. Yet, once it’s over, he can’t help but want to do it again.
You fall back onto his couch when you arrive home so quickly that he hasn’t even gotten his shoes off.
When he looks over the back of the couch, he sees your bleary eyes surrounded by smudged makeup and a dopey grin that you send his way between yawns.
“Did you have fun on your first runway?” he asks, resting on his elbows.
“It was nerve-wracking; having all those people staring felt like I was in school again waiting for a critique.”
The comparison has him biting his cheek.
“Yet. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more confident and empowered. I know they were there to see your designs, but they were staring at me wearing them, and they were in awe. I felt beautiful.” You yawn again, wiping a hand over your mouth, where it pulls away with a colourful smear that reflects onto your cheek. Staring at the remnants on your hand, then to Azumane, you smile.
“Asahi. Thank you. Can I do it again?”
Reaching down, Azumane uses his thumb to try and wipe off the smudge on your cheek, only to find it spreading and looking worse than before. You grin, playfully following his thumb with your teeth in an attempt to bite it.
“You can do it as long as you want. For now, though. Sleep. I’ll get some makeup wipes and take care of your face.”
When Azumane returns, your head is bent back, mouth open, with soft snores escaping you. He tries to be gentle as he wipes away the colours and lines from your skin, but he’s confident that you won’t wake up even if he were to set off fireworks.
He grins once your face is bare and clean. “You are beautiful.”
Closing your jaw with the tap of his finger and covering your shoulders with your blanket, Azumane shuts off the lights and goes to bed.
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Short and Sweet, cause school sucks and makes it hard to write -Bacon
Posted: 09/10/2022
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locktobre · 1 year
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I saw your Barbie posts related to accents, languages and nationalities and hae some thoughts:
Hadley from Charm School not speaking English as her mother tongue. She's played by Teresa, so she comes from a Latin American country. She is Latina, like Isla coming from Japan.
I just consider Mariposa Spain and they speak Spanish. Shimmervale, on the other hand, I view as Malta. Fairytopia, Portugal so they speak Portuguese. Island Princess, they speak Italian etc, Meribella is Monaco so French.
And Kira apparently is Vietnamese, Nia from Western Fun was Native American, and Miko was Native Hawaiian, as I saw an ask about why we didn't get other races.
Now an explanation that is needed: Fairy Secret. Why is Taylor British and why is Zane Italian, and in Mermaid Tale why does the lipstick fish have a Hungarian accent? She talks like Zsa Zsa Gabor??? What? And yes why isn't Summer Aussie, as well as why did Blaine never appear in a movie when Barbie wasn;t dating Ken, and why didn't Christie, Lea, and Kayla appaear? I mean Kira only had 2 dolls in the 2000s before being completely cut, so her I get.
Sat on this for awhile trying to decide if I wanted to be nice answering, and I decided that I do not want to be nice. I haven't talked about Barbie in months, really, so I have no idea what posts you're referring to. There are literally over 7,700 posts in my Barbie tag from the past 10 years so speaking vaguely about something not recent is of no help to me. But whatever, I'm going to deal with this and then turn off my ask again.
I tried searching my blog to see what the hell you're talking about so maybe I'm right, maybe I'm not, whatever.
Re: this post?
Hadley from Charm School not speaking English as her mother tongue. She's played by Teresa, so she comes from a Latin American country. She is Latina, like Isla coming from Japan.
A couple things here:
I don't really account for who "plays" the characters in the movies in my headcanons, because I have everyone existing alongside Barbie herself, so it doesn't matter. My most recent headcanon for Hadley had her coming from Johanistan (although that would most likely mean English is still not her first language).
Isla does not come from Japan. Nowhere in the movie is it said that she comes from Japan (her kingdom is never mentioned, in fact). That is your headcanon, it's not canon, and therefore has no bearing on anything.
Re: this post?
I just consider Mariposa Spain and they speak Spanish. Shimmervale, on the other hand, I view as Malta. Fairytopia, Portugal so they speak Portuguese. Island Princess, they speak Italian etc, Meribella is Monaco so French.
God where to begin here.
First of all, assuming I found the right post, you completely missed the fucking point of what I was saying. Fairytopia (which encompasses Flutterfield and Shimmervale, they are not separate, they are pieces of a whole) DOES NOT HAVE SPAIN. THEREFORE THEY CAN'T SPEAK SPANISH. That was the point I was making! Are you kidding me here? The point of that post was speculating what you might call a language analogous to Spanish, without Spain existing. Since it's spoken in Flutterfield, the language could be called Flutter, and therefore Marabella and Carlos have Flutter accents. Something like that. That was my point.
Secondly, Island Princess and Popstar have nothing at all to do with Fairytopia or, again, what I was saying. Irrelevant.
No idea what this is referring to, and I'm not going to bother looking this time bc I've ranted about Mattel's racism plenty of times.
And Kira apparently is Vietnamese, Nia from Western Fun was Native American, and Miko was Native Hawaiian, as I saw an ask about why we didn't get other races.
Those are old dolls from lines that haven't existed in decades, they're fully fucking irrelevant. There's a nameless horde of diverse Fashionistas these days, and that's great, I'm glad that ppl have them, but there is still a severe lack of diversity in the animated media that is appalling, and yes still even though Barbie "Brooklyn" Roberts exists now. I mean, for god's sake, the current universe started in 2018 and it took until 2021 for Barbie "Malibu" Roberts to have a second Black friend, and even that only happened bc of the BLM protests of May 2020. Like. Are you fucking kidding me? THAT'S what it took to expand Malibu's social circle? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK. Mattel is racist and ppl have articulated it better than me, but it's just a fact. (This is when I decided to be mean btw. The unmitigated gall to try and defend Mattel to me... Shut the fuck up.)
And now, the last inanity:
Now an explanation that is needed: Fairy Secret. Why is Taylor British and why is Zane Italian, and in Mermaid Tale why does the lipstick fish have a Hungarian accent? She talks like Zsa Zsa Gabor??? What? And yes why isn't Summer Aussie, as well as why did Blaine never appear in a movie when Barbie wasn;t dating Ken, and why didn't Christie, Lea, and Kayla appaear? I mean Kira only had 2 dolls in the 2000s before being completely cut, so her I get.
Let's break this down.
So, you have no problem saying that Flutterfield is Spain, even tho Fairytopia is not Earth and has no known contact with Earth at all... but somehow the characters of Gloss Angeles, whose MAIN PLOT is about their connection with Earth, confuses you? What? WHAT? Why can't Taylor be British? Why can't Zane be Italian? What are you TALKING about?
Never really cared about what accent the lipstick fish had, but again, Mermaid Tale takes place on Earth. She could pick it up. Or it's some kind of fish accent. Who even cares?
The only animated depiction of Summer thus far has been Life in the Dreamhouse, and since Blaine didn't exist there, they might have retconned the fact that she's supposed to be Australian. Or maybe they forgot.
Barbie didn't date Blaine in the movies bc she stopped dating, period. There hasn't been a romantic arc in a Barbie movie since 2015 (longer since there's been a good one), and before Epic Road Trip, Barbie as herself's last romance... was Ken in Fairy Secret. And then she was a teenager and nobody was allowed to date for whatever reason. There was no reason for Blaine to be there lmfao. Also who even cares about Blaine? He sucks.
Christie, Lea, and Kayla have been dead for years so of course they're not going to appear in anything?? It was a miracle to see Christie in animated form in 2015 when she had already been dead for 10 full years at that point, but she was super whitewashed so like they couldn't even do that right lmfao.
Anyway you probably won't read this bc I'm blocking you as soon as I post this. Get well soon and never bother me again.
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Okay I’m going to go here bc I’ve figured out why I’m so bothered by Tuvix Discourse (but I’m not going to put it in the tags bc I don’t want it IN the discourse): "Tuvix,” like way too many of Voyager’s Big Issue episodes, sets up a “moral dilemma” and then resolves it through narrative logic and just...moves on. 
I mean, I happen to be on the side of “Tuvix was murdered.” I will own up to this: the way the writers set up the “dilemma” left me bewildered as to how this was presented as even a hypothetically justifiable act. I mean, like, you have a living individual here who doesn’t want to die! And Tuvok and Neelix are already dead! It’s never suggested that Tuvok and Neelix are trapped inside him as disembodied consciousnesses screaming to get out; their memories and personalities are merged, so it makes absolutely no sense to suggest that they need someone to “speak for them.” Tuvix was the blood sacrifice in a technologically-assisted necromantic ritual send tweet.
But like, that’s not even what bothers me necessarily. It’s that the alternative was never even an option. There’s no doubt, from beat one, we’re going to get the main cast members back, because it’s an episode-of-the-week format and they wouldn’t just drop Tim Russ midway through (nor should they.) So building the final act’s suspense around the question of “what will Janeway decide?” kind of lets everyone off the hook. Instead of focusing on how Janeway and the rest of the crew struggle with the realization that they’ve prioritized their grief for two lost crew members over another person’s life--a struggle that would fit really well with Voyager’s overarching preoccupation with how guilt and grief shape the way the crew adapts to the Delta Quadrant--it just has Tuvix say “you’ll have to live with the consequences” (OF MURDER) and dusts off its hands and calls it a day. 
Like for contrast I just re-watched “Progress” the other night--the DS9 episode where Kira has to persuade an old man to evacuate a moon that’s about to be tapped for energy--and was struck again by how intricately that moral dilemma was constructed. Not just in that both sides could be defended by legitimate  philosophical stances, and not just that it further complicated the “needs of the many” question with that line about how, if the Provisional Government were willing to wait another year, they could have extracted the same amount of energy from the moon without devastating its ecosystem and forcing an evacuation. But also in that the episode’s emotional impact didn’t rely on “what will Kira decide?” Instead it was about the pain Kira feels at having to look someone in the eye and justify subjecting them to coercive state power, and about how her decision to square up and do her job marks her growth (for better and/or worse) as a character.
Anyway what set this off was yet another post (another!!!) to the effect that it’s obvious Tuvix should have been split up and that the only reason people are even bothered about it is sexism because clearly no one would be asking ethical questions about this Ethical Question Episode if it were Picard or Kirk in Janeway’s shoes and sometimes I just get...tired. Nobody is actually shutting me down, obvs. It costs me literally nothing not to post. But sometimes I WANT TO POST and I do find myself tiptoeing around any kind of critical engagement with my blorbos because of this kind of fandom hermeneutics and !!!
Rant Rant Rant! Okay, back to my dissertation.
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Maybe this is because I am not an expert on AO3's tagging system, but I genuinely don't understand why people have to make it clear that a character from a pairing isn't involved in doing non-con stuff on their partner when the fic is tagged as non-con.
Like, I see this with a lot of Light x Reader fics (it's my OTP, so it's what I read the most lol). The fic is tagged with warnings of rape and non-con, and then there are additional tags explaining that Light isn't the one hurting the reader.
And I am just like ???. I mean, shouldn't that be fucking obvious??? Where exactly in canon has he behaved like a rapist again? Heck, he was going about killing rapists with his Death Note. And he had literally never shown creepy lusty feelings towards anyone.
So why do people have to go out of their way to make it clear that Light isn't a rapist in their fic? Just because he was mind-controlled and villain-coded? Personally, I think if he didn't raped anyone even under the Death Note's influence, then he isn't going to rape anyone ever. Neither as Light nor as Kira.
If I see any Light x Reader fic that has non-con tag on it, I usually assume that maybe the Reader has an abusive ex, or someone else is the rapist and Light saves her by using the Death Note or something. Light being a rapist is the last thing I assume because it's simply not canon or in-character at all.
Personally I think the people who write Light as a toxic, rapey Yandere boyfriend in their fanfics are the ones who should be specifying in their fic's summary that Light would be a rapist in their fics. Because you can't just expect people to assume such shit since it isn't canon.
Like, sorry to ruin your wet dreams and rapey fantasies, but the onus of tagging something should always be on the group which is making the character ooc in their fics. I have a scene in one of my fics where a bunch of rapists try to hurt the Reader and Light saves her. I have tagged it as 'rape attempt ' but I think it should be common sense that Light wouldn't be the one attempting to rape the Reader. I never felt the need to add any extra tag to make that clear.
I actually have this problem with the Loki x Reader fics as well. A lot of people turn Loki into an ooc rapist. And they treat it as if it's the norm, as if it doesn't require the ooc tag. If you are writing a Loki x Reader fic where a third person is the rapist, then you are expected to tag it as 'Loki isn't the rapist here' or something, which is ridiculous, because he literally never raped anyone in MCU, no matter how many Jotun-heat fanfics get written.
Like, yeah. I am very angry about this, and I needed to rant.
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I agree with you about the game show. It had a lot of potential as an episode 😔 I hated how much bullying Lance got back then😭
sameee like i have so many thoughts about that ep because i really really really loved the concept
like it would be a cool mini break from constant action yk? a lil fun ep
it would also show that they're really a powerful team and show that by working together
but that all went to shit because they could not communicate
let's take the sections of the ep:
first it's keith's turn: they are all shit no one can really work together so they can figure out what he's drawing and we have lance guessing everything really really wrong
pictionary is a family game, lance comes from a huge family, he cannot be this bad at pictionary
then we got lance's turn which is basically the show being like haha look at him he's dumb. he was never dumb, he always had very good ideas and was always shown being a good strategist (see return to balmera for example)
not a single team voltron member stood up for him they all seemed to agree with bob
i understand this was their attempt at comedy but it was way too over the top and just simply irritating
then he is shown communicating with bii boh bii thing only coran can do and i know the fandom agreed that that showed that lance was smart but yk what the show was trying to do?
they were trying to do the whole oh haha lance is communicating with the silly alien and he is succeeding wow! plot twist! he's smart in dumb ways!
then he gets in the acid thing and pidge attempts to save him in mini golf, and purposely fails which for some reason has them win?
that was a really dumb move of their considering they're supposed to be the smart one. you don't do a risky move like that when attempting to save a teammate from what you believe is death.
and then final round. when we're supposed to see the 'development' of the ep where they go from not working well together to being a team right?
well there are issues with this tho because
a. we never saw actual development and them gradually becoming a better team, they just were a bad team who left their teammates to be bullyed and a second later they loved each other. obviously we did not buy that
b. they are in season 7. they were supposed to be a great team by now. the whole oooh they were a bad team but now they're cool does not work here because they were supposed to be a good team already. they had just gotten a new black paladin again and they were suddenly cool? and then they weren't for most of this episode? it just didn't work well
what should have happened is either have an episode like this in the begining, like season 2 if you're gonna do the they developed as a team during the game trope because then it's believable. if you really want it in season 7 then have them at least be somewhat a team because that? was terrible
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Welcome to WarriorsButNotReally!
This is a fandom-centric blog and the more talkative counterpart to @allofthesecatsaregay , which contains all of my personal designs for the canon characters [and what I use when basing hypokits off of]
My name is Killian but I go by Kira/Kyra as well, due to it being a name I've been using for many years name. I'm a nonbinary trans man and I use he/they/fae pronouns. I'm also aroace.
You can find my main blog at @kyraamongtheshadows though I just mostly reblog things and very rarely post art..
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My blog is not a safe place for pr*shippers/c0mshippers, MAPs / p*dophiles, TERFs, racists, LGBT-phobes, sexists, or ableists.
I'm also not comfortable with the shipping of real people or the romanization of violent criminals.
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///What Can You Find Here?///
I have many topics that can be found through my various tags;
#AU - ranging from submitted ideas to me just rambling until a cohesive thought comes out, I can talk about all things warriors. I love talking about AUs and sharing ideas and helping inspire others with their own wonderful ideas - that's what this blog was made for after all!
#Discussions - more disorganized thoughts, though on more certain and specific topics. Ranging from serious to silly to even world building information [from my own headcanons]. Some are more rant-style and those contain information backing up on what has formed my opinion on certain topics.
#Hypos - though the most popular option is to send in ships people would like to see pairs of [which, don't get me wrong, I love doing] there is also the option for AU versions of certain cats [ie what if The Three were born to different parents] AND giving canon couples an extra litter! This also includes possible stories
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#Show Me! - want me to draw characters mentioned in AUs? just tell me who and I’ll draw em! This includes canon characters who I give different fates and not just kits that are given to couples.
#Help! - For any OC help! Need help thinking about names? Not sure about your OC? Need some appearances that fit names you like? Feel free to ask! I’m no expert, obviously, but I love designing and naming so I’m happy to be of assistance!
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However! If you wish for actual critique, please be sure to state so. Otherwise it’ll be of the same energy of that cute dog twitter that rates dogs but with OC battle cats.
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#Suffix - Detailed Suffix Talk, coming soon
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#Meowsic - where I share my own music to character ideas because I can and they're often empty headed rambles or short sentences
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other than that, you can expect just me chatting
I'm willing to share thoughts, talk about opinions, and I try to give a chill, open environment where we can just talk and hang out, sharing things we like or dislike about this fandom we all share.
I will always try my best to be open with everyone and treat people with kindness, but this is subject to change.
HOWEVER, I do not allow hostility and I will shut down anyone who comes in with a close mind and bitterness. I want this blog to be a safe place for people of all ages who just want to relax and share their feelings.
tldr; this is a chill place. everyone is free to disagree with my feelings about things, just don't be an asshole about it
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Family Tree For My Writing
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I will allow hypokits using my version of the family tree! however, you'll need to specify you want to use it.
this will also be a note for when I post the #request notifs
my RunningRunning AU has an entirely different family tree
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///AUs///
a compiled list of the AUs I've done can be found here
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///Headcanons///
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///More On Hypos///
With the blog getting bigger, I did want to add more information here, as this is the most popular topic of my blog other than the AUs themselves and as such I wanted to add some disclaimers and additional information.
Firstly, I do allow repeat couples! I don't mind making more litters, giving different stories, etc! So if you see a ship I've done and wanted a new take with different kits, feel free to suggest away! [you can even suggest some predetermined plot as long as it doesn't need to become a full AU]
the kits created via hypos are free to use with credit. they aren't my own OCs and more 'free to use' characters
However, there is a blacklist on certain ships, due to my own personal comfort levels. I will not be explaining them on here and the list is subject to being updated at any time. The blacklist will be shown below with other information;
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///Pre-existing Hypos///
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///Did Once But Never Again///
Crowfeather x Harestar; x [forgot that Harespring was Breezepelt's age until I looked at his wiki page long after this was finished]
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///Extra Hypo Notes///
I won't accept ships of;
Scourge [romance-repulsed aro-ace headcanon and shipping him gives me negative vibes for reasons I cannot explain]
Mousefur [another aro-ace headcanon but where I can put her in queer platonic relationships, I don't like the idea of giving her kits]
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I'm highly careful of ships for;
Fidgetflake, Daisy, Nightheart, Hollyleaf, Ravenpaw, Puddleshine, Sneezecloud, Badgerfang [in living AUs], Mosskit [in living AUs], Tallstar, Frecklewish [MV], Sunbeam, Lightleap, Bugeater
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I'm free to remove requests that I have no ideas for / that I don't personally like without needing to explain myself
For the most part I've only needed to remove a small handful of things due to the latter reason, but the former is much more common
I'm also a slow writer with a fulltime job, so trying to stay active can be a bit hard, but I am constantly working on a bare minimum of two projects at a time in hopes that it increases the chances I can get things posted.
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volfoss · 2 years
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Omg can u pleaseeeee rant about fanon prosciutto 🥰 I already do every day but I love the salt. Also fanon Kira 🤨
omg <3333 ok <3
prosciutto:
ENOUGH OF MAKING THIS MAN A DADDY!!! ENOUGH OF MAKING HIM CRAZY DOMINANT!!!!! HE IS ANCIENT!!!! as someone who (unfortunately) consumes a lot of LS content and regrets going into the tag, its SO bad. people really just kinda? treat him like hes insanely kinky and weird about shit (i mean they do w like ALL of la squadra but <3 this is about prosciutto rn). i HATE suave prosciutto too like literally where in canon is he smooth talking or even really anything other than giving his little awkward pep talks to pesci/talking back to bruno. neither situation really feels like hes suave or would... well, be like how people treat him in fanon? like i rly rly think people take ONE aspect of his personality and run w it, which ig is understandable for him showing up for 2-3 episodes but also like think critically!! also omg i nearly forgot about sexist/misogynistic prosciutto which is SUCH a bad take... girl why are u writing abt ur fave and being like "wow he beats women 😍". i THINK its all derived from the ONE line towards trish (at least in the dub, i dont remember how he acts in the sub or manga off the top of my head and quite honestly i do not care enough to rewatch/reread) and people just are like omg hes so so full of hatred towards women. he literally never interacts w a woman like?? the entire time hes shown??? but yeah sure lets make his ONE trait be hates women. or that oh wow he REALLY hates pesci when its literally just a mentor mentee relationship! u literally DO NOT have to make them hate each other!! or make it so wow prosciutto hates spending time around him or like wow prosciutto is MADLY in love with him. there are literally other ways of viewing a relationship other than wow theyre best friends and they hate each other!!
also omg ship time!!!!! i hate rispro <3 and brupro (and obvi propesci) tbh. so uh lets start w rispro! ENOUGH of shoving the smaller guy into the mommy role!!! enough of being like wow prosciutto is such a twink!!! literally stop forcing two men into hetero-normative roles but sure ok <3 also literally?? they rly dont interact a lot in canon but the jojo fandom LOVES to ship small guy x kind of intimidating big guy (cough cough jotakak) for no reason so its not rly surprising. rispro makes prosciutto very feminine for literally NO reason, in the way that they have to contrast with how big and strong and so so scary risotto is. like theres art of them out there thats just like prosciutto tiny as shit and risotto towering over him when theres like what? 3 inches of a height difference in the anime? to me it rly feels like a ship for people that don't really think about either characters differently than the common fanon perception.
brupro time omg <3 so bruno is 20!! important factor for the jojo fandom who doesnt rly like to check ages for characters <3 and prosciutto doesnt rly have a canon age but definitely seems older than bruno (idk i feel mid to late 30s). and the common dynamic ppl put them in is wow ex bfs/divorced. all important info before i get into my problems with it. to me it feels rly rly weird bc bruno is young (and as someone who is 20 it feels weird as shit for people to be like omg divorced esp w the age of marriage in italy being 18 iirc) and like?? you just want enemies to lovers when they fought once and again!!! barely interacted!!! its literally not interesting or fun, and people just rly rly dwell on their dynamic being either divorced or idk pta moms (😒). like its literally so so boring bc again they literally barely interacted and its just?? rly rly dumb.
anyways to conclude- fanon pros is SO bad and like one of the worst fanon receivers for LS and i am literally so sick of any ship w him!!
kira:
prefacing this with i do not consume a ton of fanon for him bc i am SURE it is mostly rly bad. from the little ive seen, its a lot of either wow hes the worst (true as fuck! but hes also more nuanced than that side of the fandom perceives him) or wow omg... best dad and husband ever. taking the first half on first, i think its genuinely a lot of perceiving him as rly just a villain and not as a character if that makes sense? not saying that they dont really understand him but it feels like on a sliding scale of sympathetic nice guy -> completely irredeemable villain, people go to the opposite ends without realizing there can be nuance in his character. he is literally just a little loser that kills people and sucks!! onto the other half because holy shit the dad kira and wow husband kira so domestic stuff is so so prevalent. the good dad thing is so??? guys... guys listen to me. did we forget the entire second half of DiU? where he literally killed hayato and trapped him in a death loop? but yeah sure he would be SUCH a good dad, wow i cant believe that trying to kill your kind of son is such a good dad move omg... like again i KIND OF get wanting to make a dad thats in jojo be good but also literally he is the LAST candidate for being a good dad. and as for being a good husband, he literally only showed care for shinobu once (when she nearly died bc of stray cat) and everything else was literally all manipulative. he wasnt kissing her before work on the time loop day because he wanted to, it was LITERALLY a powermove over hayato. it wasnt because he actually loved or cared about her. genuinely he uses the people around him, he isnt a nice guy like remotely. i understand wanting to romanticize stuff but this guy literally thinks about (and nearly does) strangling her multiple times?? but yeah omg wow best husband ever award.
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incorrect-heroes · 1 year
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what do you think about Heroes Reborn?
I think it had some neat concepts and interesting characters they introduced, but it’s got some wacky time travel shenanigans that can be hard to keep track of. I liked a bunch of the new characters they introduced, like Oscar and Carlos, Luke, the twins, Ren and Miko, but there definitely is something about them that kind of feels… I guess “low-calorie” is the best word I can use to describe it. I guess I’d love to see more of them in the right context, but something about Reborn does feel a little empty to me.
I didn’t dislike it, and I enjoyed watching it, but I’m also okay with completely dismissing it if the mood strikes (such as when I want to write Paire fic set in 2013) and I thought it was cool and funny how in one interview Milo Ventimiglia didn’t even remember the name of the show, because he’s right that they kind of totally shafted some characters or just threw them in for the sake of, what, doing roll call?
Speaking of Milo’s absence from Reborn, I kind of feel like it’s a big plot hole that Peter’s alive but isn’t frantically doing everything he can to help with all the Renautas and HELE shenanigans. As of the time that Reborn is set (2014-2015), Peter and the Petrelli Movement’s status are unknown, but if Peter’s alive, it’d be massively out of character to be unconcerned about his children* great-niece and -nephew, the fact that his girlfriend niece is DEAD, Renautas’ actions, or the HELE. But since the Reborn writers didn’t say anything to the effect of having him die before the events of Reborn, what are we supposed to assume he’s doing?
*I have never seen Peter and Hammer in the same room at the same time and intend to keep it that way because I think it’s amusing.
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nuitthegoddess · 2 years
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Carnival Date
OC x Canon
From my Twisted Wonderland Magical Girls AU
Sebimi content
Rated PG-13
For a run down: Hana’s friends finally made it to Twisted Wonderland to take their leader Hana back to their world, but she didn’t want to leave yet to help deal with overblots going around. It’s supposed to take place after Malleus overblot and the magical girls are trying to figure out how to get back but it’s a slow process sadly *cri*
Sebek and Aimi didn’t have a great start when they met, they argued and roast each other time from time. But during Malleus overblotting state. Hana wanted to help him, so the girls teamed up with Lilia, Silver, Sebek and Shrouds to help out. Thus, Sebek and Aimi getting along until they catch feelings for one another.
Tagging: @magebirdi
“Why don’t you ask her out?” Lilia asked Sebek who was doubting himself of his new crush on a girl who is friends with the dorm leader of the Ramshackle. Not only that, but she is also human.
He started to frown and began to rant, “I said I don’t want to get into these feelings! I can’t believe myself falling for a human! I don’t understand it?”
Lilia sighed; he knew he had this thing against humans. He just wished that he wasn’t like this, “You know, if you think of it this way. Your mother was probably the same way as you are right now,” Sebek blinked to him, the elder faerie smile to catch his attention. “I know you have a grudge against your father being human. Even though you always look up to your mother. Wouldn’t you want to know why she had feelings for a human? Maybe this will be an experience for you. If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. But if you do, you’ll see it.” Lilia explained to compare his parents to Sebek’s situation who was hesitant for a moment.
He closed his eyes before sighing in defeat, “You… You may be right… but how do I ask her? Where do I take a human girl too? What do they like?”
Lilia beamed excitedly of hearing Sebek at least trying, “Every human girl is different. Maybe to the movies? Or… Oh! How about the carnival that is starting in the middle of town!”
“How do you know this?”
“I saw it on magicam. There will be lots of games, rides and food. Maybe she’ll want to go with you!” Lilia grinned excitedly for this boy’s very first date! 
Sebek took a deep breath and said “Alright! I shall ask the human girl out on a date!”
Lilia held his finger up to the first year, “Oh, wait a second buster! We need to practice before you can ask her. You’ll definitely scare her away with you saying “Human! Let’s go on a date!”. Ask her kindly, say it with me,” He makes a genuine smile and says for example “Hello Aimi, would you mind coming with me to the festival preparing in town on Saturday?”,
Sebek took a deep breath to say the exact words, “Hello Aimi! Would you MIND coming with me to THE CARNIVAL that’s PREPARING in town on SATURDAY?”
“Close enough… we’ll get there! If she says yes. The Carnival opens up at 3 o’clock! Wait for her at the front gate of the campus! Got all of that? We’ll practice that too!”
“Yes, vice dorm leader!”
“But let’s practice! Okay?”
“Okay!”
“Oooh!! I am so excited for you!”
At the doorway without the two noticing. Silver and Malleus were watching Lilia helping him practice.
“Do you think this date will go well?” Malleus asks Silver.
Silver shrugs, “Let’s hope he doesn’t say anything offensive to Aimi… They didn’t get along for a long while. But ever since he and Aimi worked together to help with your Overblot situation… He’s been acting kind of different around her. I never thought it would have been this way...”
Malleus nodded in agreement, “Indeed. This human must be special to him I assume.”
“For it is enough for Sebek to at least try. I just hope he doesn't mess this up…”
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“Kira! Do you need help watering the plants?” Aimi asked her pinknette friend who was watering the flowers in the botanical garden. She smiled at her, “Oh don’t worry! Thank you for your help.” 
“Alright, I need to hurry to the library before it closes.”
“You’re still looking for a spell?” Kira asked.
Aimi nodded to her, “Of course. We need to get back home. As guardians such as ourselves we need to get back or there will be more blots could happen on earth! Besides, I don’t trust Crowely.” It’s been about a month since they’ve been stuck in Twisted Wonderland. As guardians to protect people on Earth. They need to hurry back.
Kira nodded with a small giggle. “I agree.” 
They’ve trying to search on how to get back from earth now. They made it just in time as soon as Hana wanted help from an odd dream that resembles a dorm leader. Now after that is over, they need to hurry back home. However, it’s a long process.
She made it to the library and got herself a book with ancient magic to find at least something. As she was walking out with the book in her hands.
“HUM— HELLO AIMI.”
She jumped from the surprise loud voice. She turned herself around to see the familiar green haired half breed fae.
“S-Sebek! Uh— What do you want?” She frowned at him with her hand on her hip. He coughed a bit to clear his throat. Her brows furrowed at him while holding onto the book under her arm, “I came to you for a request.”
She started to raise her brow in question. “Uh… okay, what do you want?”
“W-Would you…” he was trying to utter the words. He was so proud that he was able to say the lines to Lilia from before. But to actually say it to her, it’s embarrassing. “Would you mind coming with me to the carnival that is being held on Saturday?” He finally got the words out! He was analyzing her reaction.
It took her a hot second to realize what he said. Her cheeks started to burn pink a bit when she began to say, “Y-You’re asking me out?”
“I-Indeed I am,” he answered as he looked at her, scratching at the back of his head looking away, “Since you and your friends are going to be here for a while. I decided I wanted to take you around town.”
“Oh well… I don’t see why not.” She answered. Sebek’s eyes fixed at her like she said the weirdest thing ever. Did she just agree to go with him?!
“What time?” She asked.
“The-Three o’clock! I’ll be waiting for you at the front gates of the campus to take you there.”
She nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you then! Oh, I must be going now! See you later, Sebek!” She ran off leaving Sebek who was stunned about her accepting his offer. He couldn’t help but smile to himself! He has a date! He went back telling Lilia and Malleus about what happened! Lilia could tell he was excited. 
Aimi was kind of shocked. Was he trying to be nice? She wondered if he knew she had feelings for him. She really didn’t like him in the beginning when they first met for a while, they started to become close. But to her it grew something more. Besides, even if he doesn’t feel the same way, it’ll be fun!
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Later on, at almost 3 o’clock. Sebek was waiting out at the front gates as he instructed. He was devastated about leaving his guard duty of protecting his young master. But with such a moment he will never forget was Malleus wishing him luck and wanting him to go on this date of his.
He looked at the time on his phone, it was 2:58pm. Thoughts ran through his head. What if she stood him out? What if she is going to start hating him? — He couldn’t believe he had thoughts about this all because of a weak human?! This is so unlike him at all!!
“Hey Sebek!” 
He whipped his head around to see Aimi running over to him. Wearing a long black jacket with it underneath a blackish purple t-shirt and long yoga pants with shoes that matched her jacket.
He stiffened a bit as she approached him. Seeing him wear a green coat with black sweater inside of his jacket that that matches his pants and shoes.
“H-Human— Aimi! You’ve made it.”
She snickered at his attempt to get her name right instead of the degrading nickname.
“Yeah! Just in time like you said. What you thought I was going to bail on you?” She cocked a brow at him.
“O-Of course not!”
“Sure.”
Sebek scoffed, “Why you —“
“Are we going to go to the carnival or stand here and argue?” She asked with her hands on her hips.
He blinked in realization, “Yeah. Let’s not waste any time.”
“Alright! Let’s go!” She grinned.
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They started to walk down the road passing by some venues and rides. Kids were running around laughing as people were walking, talking or laughing. Aimi smiled at the view of people while walking close to Sebek. He looked over to Aimi who seemed to be interested in the festival.
“S-So—Hu– Aimi,” He cursed himself for saying th nickname. She looked to the side at him.
“What do you want to do?”
The raven-haired girl thought about it and looked around. “Hmm… oh!!” She points to a gothic dark building called “Haunted Maze.”
“How about that one?”
“A haunted maze?” Sebek raised a brow at.
“Yeah, why?”
“Nothing, this seems like something for children.”
“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun!... Or are you scared? I thought you as a soldier aren’t scared of anything!” She teased a bit.
Sebek scowled, “Tch, I am not scared of this ‘haunted maze’! I know what real fear is and a haunted maze isn’t one of them!”
“Oh yeah? You’re all talk so let me see you prove your words!” She grinned to lift her finger to point at him. 
“I accept your challenge!”
Aimi tried not to giggle at his serious persona. It was too cute for her. They went into the haunted house. It was pretty dark inside; they were walking down a hallway. Aimi had a sense of intense surfacing through her gut when looking around for anyone to jump out to try to scare them. Hearing anonymous music ringing through their ears makes. It does not make the whole maze better.
They approached a fake grassy meadow, there were fake trees around. They were walking before someone popped out from the bushes and stumbled to them with a chainsaw. Aimi flinched back onto Sebek’s arm with a shriek of horror. He even flinched a bit from the actor in costume that walks slowly back away in its corner.
Sebek looked down to Aimi who was clenching his arm. “Hmph, for someone who is confident. You sure seem shaken.”
Aimi looked to Sebek who cocked a brow, “Oh psh! I was making sure you don’t try to punch someone!” She tried to convince him as she looked at his arm. Wondering now if she were to hold his arm back. Nah, she is a twig compared to him.
“Oh please. I wouldn’t unless someone tries to mess with me! You however seem scared for a guardian.” He started to smile slyly.
She scowled at him, “Oh hush! Let’s keep going! Some guardians can get scared too you know!”
“We have a long way to go, human.”
She groaned in annoyance at his sneer. For someone who was so serious all the time, he is acting mischievous!  Along the way she had a few jolts up as she was clinging onto his arm for dear life. Oh, why did she want to go through in the first place?! 
“I think we are almost there.” He said, looking at the path.
Aimi looks as if she crawled out from hell with her clinging onto him.
“Good!”
A few more steps a whole horde of zombies from a corner popped out from the corner making Sebek and Aimi jolt back with a screech. Aimi’s ear hurt from his yell. She stopped to realize.
He actually got scared.
“HA!” She pointed her finger to him.
He frowned at her, “‘Ha’,what?!”
“You got scar~ed.” She chimed.
His eyes widened and argued, “Oh hush human! You were way more scared than I was!”
“You got scared~! Haha! I wish I had a picture!” She giggled. Both of them made it to the exit. As if Aimi’s wish came true, there was a booth with a picture of people who were scared of the horde of zombies. Aimi of course got two pictures of them.
“I’ll never forget this as long as I live.” She giggled holding the picture up as they were walking. 
Sebek grumbled at the picture and her smiling about her own picture. He couldn’t believe she got him one too. However, looking at her smile was somewhat pleasant to him.
She looks to the side, noticing he was looking at her, “Hey. Do you want to go on a ride? Since I picked the haunted maze, you can choose.”
“Hmm…” Sebek looks around and sees a roller coaster. “How about that ride?”
She smiled a bit, “Alright! Let’s go!” She took his hand to drag him over to the line. Sebek’s face burned a bit red. He couldn’t believe how bold she was. They were waiting in line as it got shorter. The girl looked at the roller coaster going down. Aimi breathed in a bit as she stroked her hair. He began to notice she was watching the roller coaster go down.
“What’s wrong, human?”
She blinked to him, “Hm, I’m fine. Why?”
“You seem nervous.”
“No. Are you?”
“Such a ride doesn’t scare me.”
“Oh, like the zombies?”
He started to roll his eyes, “You got scared each time someone pops out from the haunted house!” Sebek retorted.
“You got pictures of that?” She smug, making Sebek groan.
“Can’t believe I am doing this.” He murmured; Aimi hooked around his arm with a sneer.
“You’re the one who asked me out though!” 
After a while, the line was moving. They finally made it on the roller coaster, sitting at the front of the roller coaster with the harness on them. When the coaster was full, it started moving. Aimi forced a sheepish smile until they got to the top and went down. Aimi and Sebek were screaming for their lives along with everyone else! After a while Sebek seemed to be enjoying the coaster. They went around loops, ups and downs. After being released from the ride, Aimi was so glad to get off. Her face was pale.
“Aimi! You look like death has tried to take you away!” Sebek exclaimed. She held her thumb up with a weak smile.
“I’m okay! Ahaha...”
“You could have said no, and we wouldn’t have gone on the ride.” He said with his arms crossed.
“I couldn’t.”
“Why not? It’s simple.”
“You wanted to go on, so I didn’t want to be selfish by saying no. You looked like you were having fun after a while.” She smiled as she rubbed the back of her nape.
He stared at her for a moment. ‘What a strange human you are.’ He thought, he looked away for a moment to ruffle through his hair.
“I-Is that so? Well. Let’s do something else other than rides that may terrify you.”
“Hey, I’m not that weak at heart!”
He puts a smug on, “Not like how you were just now?”
“Oh shush! At least you don’t have a picture!” Aimi frowned with her arms crossed.
They walked off to other stand games with a bunch of stuffed animals around each venue.
One in particular that they chose was, Balloon pop.
“Alright! If we hit three, we get a prize!” Aimi grinned. She held onto the pointy dart to stand back. She aims for the red balloon that is not too far nor too low. She eyed the target. Sebek watched her as well as the guy behind the stand. She throws it and it hits the side.
She clenched her fist. “Dang it!”
“Let me try.” Sebek picks one of the darts, eyed the target and shoots it. He popped a red one and then the purple one.
“Woah! amazing!!” Aimi exclaimed happily.
“We have a winner!!” The guy cheered and waved his hand to a bunch of stuffed animals on top. “Pick your prize, son!”
“Hmm I guess the small dragon stuffed animal.”
The guy picks up the stuffed animal down from the top to give it to him.
 “Thank you.”, Sebek holds it in front of Aimi. “Here.”
Aimi gazes at the toy and then to Sebek. “You’re giving that to me?”
“Yes. Think of it as a thank you for accepting to come with me.”
She was kind of surprised that someone like him would be kind enough to give her a dragon stuffed animal. She thought maybe because he doesn’t want a stuffed animal because it seemed childish.
She took it in her arms, “Thank you! But dang, you threw those darts like it was nothing.”
He crossed his arms, “I’m a well-trained soldier for my young master. I must keep a close eye on a target before taking action. It is what I’ve been trained for.” 
She half laughed a bit, “Guess I need more training myself as a guardian. Hey, wanna play another game?”
“I don’t see why not.”
They were walking over to a game stand with each pile of bottles in a pyramid.
Aimi tries it out with the small ball cannon gun to aim at the 6 can pyramid. She shot it and knocked four of them out.
She lets out an excited gasp, “Did you see that?!” She whipped her head to Sebek with a grin. He started to smile happily.
“You got them out!! All you need to do is to knock two of them off!”
The woman behind the stand set up the two bottles for her. She aims from the canon.
“You can do this!” Sebek cheered. Which was refreshing to her.
She shot it to knock the two cans off. Making herself jump with excitement and turn around to Sebek. 
“Oh my gosh!! Did you see that?!”
Her eyes widened as Sebek gave her a huge hug with the dragon stuffed animal. He happily said and it kind of hurt her eyes a little, “You made it with only two shots!!” He blinked for a second and pulled away. “I-It was just a good shot is all for a human guardian…”
Aimi’s cheeks were slightly pink from that moment. 
“Okay you love birds,” the woman chuckled, “you want to pick a prize?” Aimi looks around to the huge stuffed animals. She points to the blue cute koala stuffed animal. “That one!” The woman gave her the stuffed animal.
“Sebek! This is for you!” Aimi grinned. Sebek blinked at her holding the stuffed animal. “For me?”
“Yeah! Think of it as a thank you for letting me experience outside from Night Raven College!”
His cheeks were tint red. He switches the dragon with the blue koala. He wasn’t a big fan of stuffed animals. But this felt nice for some reason.
“Hey, wanna get something to eat? I’m hungry.”
“Ugh, the carnival food is filled with such calories. I don’t think I’ll have any.”
“Understandable. But if you want to find something you can snack on, I’ll definitely pay.”
“What? You don’t need to. I’m the one who invited you with me.”
“Whatever you say.” She giggled a bit. The two manage to find a food court. They looked at the menu on top while waiting in line.
“Crispy chicken tenders sound really good!” Her mouth watered at the thought of having some.
Sebek thought about it, “Hmm… I might as well. It does sound good now.”
Aimi nodded. Next in line, she ordered two crispy chicken tenders and two water bottles. Just the moments they both looked at each other. Aimi tried to use her cash, but Sebek was quick with his card.
“Hey!” She laughed a bit.
“I’m the one that invited you.” Sebek said smugly.
After that they waited until their food was brought out to them. Aimi was about to eat when she realized Sebek was midway of finishing up his tenders so quickly. Aimi’s brow raised at him. She only took one bite, and he was finished. He noticed she was staring at him.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“You finished off your tenders before I did! That was quicker than my friend Yuko with 12 pieces of sushi!”
“Hm, maybe you’re just a slow eater.”
“No, you probably have more than one stomach!” Aimi snickered trying to eat her second tender, after swallowing a piece, “Are you still hungry?”
“Not really. I’ll be alright.”
She nodded as she was eating her tenders. After a while she had one left. She was filled up. He definitely has more than one stomach in this half breed of a Fae!
She picked the tender and brought it to him, making him notice.
“Here. Have my last one. I’m really full.” She offered.
He took a hold of her wrist gently and bit onto the tender from her hand. Released her wrist when he was chewing it all up.
“Thank you.”
Aimi's cheeks were glowing red. “WOAH! You ate it from my hand just like that!”
“Hm? You were the one who offered it to me.”
“Yeah— Well, you could have just taken it.” She whipped her head away from him. Feeling as if her cheeks was burning even redder by the minute.
“Why are you blushing from me eating a chicken?” He was very puzzled by the moment.
She couldn’t help but think, ‘Idiot!’.
“It’s not that I— Ugh never mind!” She shook her head and decided to change the subject. “Want to play more games?”
He didn’t want to argue to make matters worse since all he wanted was to be close with her. He held off, agreed.
After a while they were having a blast playing some weird fun games. Either losing or at least winning at something. Sebek couldn’t help but stare at Aimi’s smile. It was strange to him. He really liked seeing her smile rather than seeing her upset when roasting her. Which he still enjoys. They went on a ride that Aimi wanted to prove to Sebek she’s not weak at heart and it was the zipper ride.
When they got off from the ride, Sebek was laughing hysterically as Aimi was clinging onto his arm like a scared child. 
“It’s not funny!!” She cried.
“You were so sure but look at you are clinging onto my arm!” Sebek laughed.
She quickly realizes and releases his arm to cross her arms. “S-So! What else do you want to do? It’s getting dark so… one last ride?”
“Well, we’re not doing anything extreme on your behalf.”
She frowned at him with her hands on her hips. He almost smiled at that. He looked around and saw a Ferris wheel.
“How about the Ferris wheel?”
“Yeah, let’s go onto that.”
After a while in line, they got into the passengers’ car. They took their seats as they closed the glass case in. It started to rotate. Aimi gazed at the town’s night sky with the sun setting.
“Wow!! It’s so pretty!!” Aimi exclaimed.
Sebek cleared his throat. “A-Aimi,” she looked at him. “Be honest with me. Are you having fun?”
Aimi began to smile with a raised brow, “Of course I am! Why?”
Sebek looked away, “I-I wanted to make sure. Since we… you know…”
“We fight a lot?”
“Yeah.”
She shrugged, “We still kind of do. But it’s not bad. It was a rocky start on how we met..”
“You are right…” She looked at him closely, “Truth be told. Ever since you and your guardian friends, the Shroud, helped my young master. I-I did get to know you better. You were not some disrespectful human. You were kind of like me. You want to protect your leader.” Sebek said being genuine with her.
Aimi nodded, pushing her hair behind her ear, “Yeah. My friends have told me I’m kind of aggressive when it comes to protecting Hana.” She laughed a bit nervously, “She is the leader of the guardians. I was scared to hear that this “big scary dragon fae” was around her. So, I took action.”
“By action, you mean threatening him?”
She made a sheepish smile, “I did apologize… Yeah. I know. It was stupid of me… I was consumed with the thought of losing again…” She began to sniffle up. Sebek blinked to her, hugging herself as she slouched, “You don’t know how scared I was when five months ago in my world, she vanished as if she didn’t even exist. I thought I would never see her again until now…” she whipped away her tears that were falling down to her cheeks. He quickly switched from his seat to the other side to sit next to her. He quickly pulled her into his arms.
“I understand. I-I had the fear after Young Master’s overblot that he wouldn’t wake up. Not only would I lose him, but I wouldn’t be qualified as a good soldier. I was so glad when he opened his eyes, breathing…” he explained a bit as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into a hug. 
“You would still be a good soldier even if you were still trying to help him! He would appreciate that,” Aimi said. She pulled back with a smile up to him. “I did get to know you better too! You’re not a crazy Malleus Draconia fan boy. You’re a passionate guy, fun and tough.” She smiled as he raised a brow.
“I would get that a lot.”
She giggled, “I bet!”
After a while they were let off from the wheel. They left the fair to go back to Night Raven College’s gates. Both of them had two stuffed animals.
“Hey Sebek,” He stopped to look at her, “Was there something else you wanted to tell me on the Ferris wheel?”
“W-What makes you say that?”
She shrugged, “We went on about ourselves. But I had a feeling you wanted to say something.”
He walked to her infront of her, “Okay… I did get to know you better. After the blot incident. When we see each other. I had this strange feeling in my gut. I didn’t know what it was. My heart beats now and then when I am around you, even when we were at the fair. It’s been happening for a while… You smiling was probably the best thing I’ve seen… Well, next to being with Malleus this year is the best thing— But!! That’s beside the point!” he took a deep breath as Aimi watched. “Aimi Morrison. You took my heart and soul away!”
She raised a brow; her cheeks were glowing red as his cheeks were.
“Th-That’s a way of giving a confession. B-But,” he looked at her worriedly, “T-To be honest. I-I know the feeling” she looked away for a second, his eyes were widened. She looked back at him into his golden eyes “I-I really like you too.”
He suddenly hugs her, “I’M SO GLAD!” He exclaimed happily.
She giggled as she hugged him back. Before they could pull away, they realized how close their faces were to each other. Sebek was growing butterflies in his stomach as well as Aimi’s chest beating as if it were going to explode. She places her hand on his cheeks. 
“Y-You mind. I mean! Like— if it’s too soon for you…”
“No.” He simply said.
Sebek leans in making Aimi's chest blossomed as sparks between them light up when his lips are brushed against hers. The butterflies in his stomach were swarming. He could not believe he was doing this. He was enjoying it!! She leaned into the kiss and noticed how soft his lips were. They pulled as if it were forever. Sebek’s face was bright red as her face was.
She started to giggle a bit, making herself cover her face. Feeling embarrassment. 
“W-Why are you laughing?” He asked
“Because I just got my first kiss!” Aimi smiled, moving her hands away.
His eyes widened, “Really?”
“Y-Yeah. It was nice!”
He looked away for a second, “I-It was mine too.”
“Really?”
“I’ve been training for my young master. I haven't thought about going on dates with anyone until now.” Sebek explained shortly.
She shrugged, “True. But you’re a handsome guy. I would assume you went on a date once in your life.”
His face was burning red, she shortly laughed at his reaction, she realized how dark it was with the moon up by the school building. “I should probably get back to the ramshackle. They are probably worried that I’m not coming back sooner.”
“I should too. As my duty as the young master’s guards. B-But I can walk you back home.”
She nodded. Sebek walked her all the way back to the Ramshackle dorm. Before he was about to leave. She leaned up to peck his lips. “Good night.” 
“Good night.” 
She got back inside of the dorm as he walked away. Holding onto the stuffed Dragon plushie and crocodile plushie. The long silver ponytail haired girl, and the brown-haired girl with the twin tails were waiting inside to the door. Surprising Aimi as she yelped.
“Sooooo?” Yuko grinned.
“Soooo what?”
“How was your date?! Did you have fun? Was he nice?” Hana asked excitedly. 
Aimi’s face turned red, “I-It was fun.”
Yuko smirked at her, “We were watching from the window.” 
Aimi’s face was brighter red holding up the stuffed animals. “WHY?!” She screeched.
“Fynaaa, why are they so excited about this?” Grim grumbled on the couch as Kira was reading her book. 
“Oh, Grim. They just want to support her. Also, Yuko wants to tease her more.” 
Meanwhile, Sebek was walking back to his dorm with the koala plushie and hawk plushie.  
Smiling to himself. 
“Kufufu~. Did you have fun with your date?”
Sebek jumps from Lilia suddenly being upside down with a sly smile on his lips.
“LILIA! How long were you here for?!”
“Don’t avoid my question. Tell me the details!” He asked excitedly as he floated right side up. He analyzed the two stuffed animals in his arms.
He looked to the side, “I-It was… it was a good day.”
“Oh, don’t be modest! You should be so happy right now! I’m so proud of you!” Lilia smiled happily at him.
He looked to Lilia, “Lilia, you were right,” Lilia stared at him curiously as his cheeks were burning red, “I think I… sort of understand about my mother.”
Lilia made a huge grin. “Sort of?”
“Just a bit! Okay.”
“Whatever you say, Sebek.”
They walked back to Diasomnia. Sebek hopes that he and Aimi could plan another time…
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asterekmess · 3 years
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I’m so sorry Scott stans are staking your blog, sweetie. (Pretty sure the bitter anonymous troll in your inbox is actually PrinceEscalusWords, since he’s the one who came up with that self insert “Scott is Stiles, Lydia, Allison and Kira’s alpha and authority figure” bullshit.) They see Stiles as Scott’s inferior and an exclusive property of twue alpaha Scott McCall, and they can’t stand the thought of Stiles not submitting to Scoot or choosing the Hales over Scoot
XD I gotta say...if that was an attempt at like...hate mail? It sucked. I literally didn’t even think to tag it #hate-mail because it just came across like someone who had a fucking bug up their nose about my wording on a rant post.
And Man, while I’m here, I wanna address a concept that annoys me.
I keep seeing there being this argument that Scott isn’t Stiles’ Alpha, because Stiles and him are equals. And like, I get the frustration behind it, but that’s just...not the point?
The fact that they’re equals has nothing to do with whether Scott is Stiles’ Alpha, because being someone’s Alpha doesn’t put you above them. Or, it shouldn’t. Yeah, Derek as an Alpha was more authoritative, but you can’t ignore the fact that he’s got five/six years on these teenagers and they have no interest in doing serious things until he orders them to. That includes our boy Isaac. By default, because he’s such a serious dude, he’s gonna end up looking like he’s ‘in charge’ and authoritative.
Yeah, like I said, I think there’s an obedience thing that happens between Alphas and Betas, but not passively? Like, sure if an Alpha roars at their Beta I guess it could make them shift or unshift, but that’s when they’re being as loud and firm as an Alpha can be. The rest of the time, we see clearly that Derek’s Betas have no issues disobeying him.
Whole concept of an Alpha being the fucking god-tier werewolf who controls their minion Betas is just...gross. And boring for that matter. It’s such a Capitalistic way of looking at things. The idea that since Alphas have more power, because they’re stronger, then that makes them better? Ugh.
Now, the concept that Alphas follow ‘the strong must protect the weak’ is so much more interesting. And so much more accurate to actual wolf packs.
For those who don’t know, real wolf packs don’t have Alpha, Beta, Omega concepts. That was a bunch of bullshit based around captive wolves fighting for extremely limited territory. In the wild, a wolf pack is made up of Parents and Children. So, translating that to werewolves would be Alphas are the parents, Betas are their kids. And when you apply that filter, you get a far more interesting piece of the worldbuildling/lore.
Sure, Derek’s not actually the parent to the Betas, but don’t be so literal. Think of Alphas as protectors. i can’t believe i’m using him as an example, but think about Ennis! Remember him rushing into the hospital to see his Beta’s body? Remember how distraught he was? How ‘He’s like family to me”? That was pure protector mode.
Imagine a world where Alphas are hardwired to take care of their pack like they’re family, no matter the age. Imagine Scoot having magically reinforced instincts telling him to never betray, never leave behind, support, protect, defend, his pack. Imagine how much more TWISTED that makes the ALpha pack? How much deeper things could’ve gone?
Needless to say....I’m having fun with my rewrite and ain’t no anons gonna take me down.
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atiny-piratequeen · 4 years
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Also. Its like still in the planning phase and isnt coming anytime soon but when Kira and I do the Leaderonpa Au (working title), we're exclusively doing it here. Ive been eagerly and happily following the Neoronpa au on twt but the past few fucking days have been a mess. First it was the light by comparison but still disrespectful people straight up attacking admins bc they were frustrated and kept guessing wrong and falling trials which,,,,yall can voice concerns and give constructive criticisms, that wasnt the problem, but people were being outright fucking rude bc they wanna act like they didnt know how to read the rules on how the game would be conducted.
Then. The Syk accounts decided they wanted to show up.
⚠️⚠️⚠️TW FOR BRIEF MENTIONS OF GORE, SUICIDE BAITING, AND SELF HARM⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
Out of fucking nOWHERE, towards the end of the game, suddenly the Syk accounts (who yall may remember people warning you about a few months ago, its a weird bunch of fucking freaks who like to splice really graphic images of self harm or gore into fancams and drop them under any and everything to set people up for trauma and panic attacks, the syk is backwards for kys and i think yall know where this is going. They're literally trying to trigger people because they're fucking monsters) started spamming replies (which people use to discuss cases and clues) with really graphic images and gifs. They literally stalked the neoronpa acc with over a dozen accounts to spam replies with this content and Im sorry but every single one of them deserve to have their fucking asses beat.
So. Without going into a full rant, i pride myself on creating a safe space to the best of my abilities and even with a murder mystery au, the appropriate tags and such are always going to be involved, but im not gonna risk our readers, our friends getting triggered by these nasty ass people. So bringing our interactive au to Twitter is out of the question.
Kira and I have no idea when we'll be bringing this au to you, but when we do, it'll exclusively be on tumblr, where we can at least curate things better and there's less of a chance of people running into that sick shit.
Thank you.
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The Jojo Support Squad
For Day 4 of @josuyasuweek​ - CollegeAU/Friends/Summer Job
Summary: Okuyasu’s pleasant afternoon with the rest of the jo-bro’s is interrupted by a surprise stand-user attack! Can he and the other’s fend him off on their own without their Jojo’s around to help?
Notes: So, remember how in the other ones I said that all of these took place in the same modern AU? Well, here’s where it gets more noticeable xD The basic relationship breakdowns are as follows:
Jonathan, Joseph, Johnny, and Jotaro’s grandfathers are all brothers with Jotaro’s grandfather still being Josuke’s dad. Jolyne was found as a toddler by Holly and raised alongside Jotaro as his adopted sister when the Joestar family birthmark was found on her. Jotaro and Jolyne met Josuke when they were all still pretty young and they’ve grown up knowing each other. Giorno’s still part Brando and part Joestar, but at the moment it looks like his father might actually be related to Diego’s father (if not the same person) and his Joestar blood may come from his half-Japanese mother. Gappy (part 8 Josuke) is still a fusion of Josefumi Kujo and a man name Yoshikage Kira, though it’s a different Kira than the one that part 4-Josuke’s group deals with.
Also worth noting is that, in this world, Baron Zeppeli is Caesar’s uncle who is still alive, but that Caesar’s father knew Joseph’s and that’s where part of his grudge originally came from, and Gyro is one of Caesar’s many cousins because the Zeppeli family is just as huge as the Joestars xP Caesar also used to associate with Passione back during his street-thug days and was on good terms with Bucciarati’s group- it’s also where he originally met Speedwagon as their two gangs would travel between England and Italy often and the two have been best friends for years.
Jonathan’s in a poly relationship with Erina and Speedwagon and has been with them for about five years by now following their first fight against DIO. Joseph and Caesar have been “best friends/roommates with benefits” for a couple of years now but only recently started “officially” dating. Jotaro and Kakyoin have been together since their first fight against DIO a year and a half ago. Josuke and Okuyasu just hit their one year anniversary. Giorno and Mista got together shortly after meeting the other Jojo’s. Jolyne is dating both Anasui and Ermes, but the two of them are not dating each other in any way, shape, or form, and often antagonize each other and fight for their equal shares of Jolyne’s attention but she loves them both equally- they’ve been together for a few months by this point. Johnny and Gyro are partners in the local horse-racing challenge league and have also been dating for about half a year by now. Lastly, Gappy and Yasuho just joined the group recently and their relationship is the newest, having only been officially dating for a couple of weeks before meeting the rest of the group.
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“Hey, guys!” Okuyasu waved to the group of people seated at a pair of pushed-together tables outside of a café as he ran up to join them. “Sorry I’m late- got held up at work.”
“You’re always late.” Kakyoin commented while grabbing one of the red macaroons set out on a plate nearby, giving the other Japanese boy a teasing smirk. “At this point, I think we’d be more worried if you were actually on time.”
“ ‘fraid ‘e’s got ya on that one, mate.” Speedwagon chuckled, raising his cup of tea in greeting.
“Yeah, yeah, I know..” Okuyasu sighed and took the empty seat between Mista and Anasui, gratefully taking the plate that Gyro handed him from across the table so he could start grabbing his share of the pastries and finger sandwiches before they were all gone. “So, did I miss anything?”
“Nah, we were just getting started!” Ermes grinned at him from the other side of Anasui. “Caesar spent ten minutes ranting about how Joseph used up all the hot water, again.”
Caesar picked up his espresso cup with an annoyed look on his face. “Well, maybe if that idiot didn’t do it EVERY DAY, I could go a week without complaining about it!”
Everyone at the tables laughed at the look on his face, many of them familiar with this particular rant by now.
After thanking Erina and Yasuho for passing him the French-press and a mug from their end of the tables, Okuyasu fixed himself a cup of coffee. Taking his first sip, he looked from one end of the table to the other at the motley crew seated around him.
On the far left of the table was Speedwagon with Caesar to his right. The two of them were the ones to start this little tradition since they’d known each other the longest, often going out for drinks or meals to hang out. When they both wound up living in the same town again because of Jonathan and Joseph, they made going out a weekly event.
Okuyasu himself was seated one place away from Speedwagon’s left side with Anasui directly to his left, Ermes on the other side of Anasui, and Kakyoin across the table from Anasui. The four of them had been brought into the tradition after winding up in town- Kakyoin and Okuyasu because they were traveling with Jotaro and Josuke respectively, and Anasui and Ermes because they followed Jolyne after being released from the prison ship they’d been transported across the sea on. It had been a casual invitation from Speedwagon, asking if the four of them wanted to tag along for dinner one day at his treat after a particularly rough day.
Directly to Speedwagon’s left on the other side of Okuyasu was Mista, who was busy feeding his stands little bits of a cookie that he broke up for them. They’d run into him one day while on their way to lunch shortly after meeting him and his group. He already knew Caesar and Speedwagon somewhat through Passione, but the rest of them were essentially strangers. After some insistence from his tiny stands and pleading for food, Mista joined them and became a more included member of their little squad.
Directly across the table from Okuyasu, seated between Kakyoin and Caesar, was Caesar’s cousin Gyro. Gyro was one of the newer members of their group, but he’d warmed right up to everyone without much trouble. He was actually the one to insert himself into the group after overhearing that they were going out for drinks one night at Passione’s bar and asking if he could tag along. When he said he was a bit frustrated because of Johnny, they welcomed him into the fold with open arms.
On Kakyoin’s other side seated directly across from Ermes was Yasuho. She had recently overthrown Gyro for the title of newest member, as they’d only met her and Josuke (Gappy, as they tended to call him to avoid confusion with Okuyasu’s own Josuke) a couple of weeks ago. This was actually her first time joining them, having been given the invitation earlier in the week.
Lastly, at the right end of the table between Ermes and Yasuho, was Erina. Erina had been a casual member of their group for a while now, but her schedule was rather hectic and often took her out of town. On the rare occasion that she was in town, however, she was more than happy to join the others and catch up. Seeing as it had been a few weeks since her last opportunity to join them, Erina was the one to choose the venue this time- selecting the quaint café with its wide variety of sweets and drinks.
They were certainly an odd sight, all gathered together outside of the café. A mismatched group of people from different countries, demographics, and social classes, all gathered together for sweets. What was the driving force that compelled these people to come together?
The answer was simple: The Joestars.
Each of them had come to love and cherish a member of the Joestar bloodline with all their heart, ultimately falling in love with them. Their lives had all changed in grand, drastic, and bizarre ways due to their association with the strong and clever Joestars, making their lives even richer and more fulfilling than before.
That being said, the Joestars all had their little quirks that got on their partners’ nerves and they needed a place to vent about it occasionally.
Originally, the get-togethers were just a fun little “we need a break from the Joestar brand of insanity, lets grab a bite to eat” thing the small group did on Sundays (barring any aforementioned insanity popping up). Back when it had just been the six of them, Okuyasu had been the one to joke about how it was like their own marriage-counseling session, with most of the others laughing and agreeing with him (except for Caesar, as he refused to admit that he was actually in love with Joseph for the longest time- thank god that wall finally broke down, the others were getting tired of rolling their eyes all the time). By the time Mista joined the group, the weekly outing had become the unofficial “Jojo-dating-therapy-session” for all of them.
Their group had been nicknamed the J.S.S.- the “Jojo Support Squad”. When asked by their partners and friends whether the name meant they supported their respective Jojo’s or if they needed support for dealing with them, they would all just grin and answer with a vague but emphatic “YES”.
They each still loved their partners, of course- complaining about someone’s more annoying traits doesn’t mean you love them any less. Having an open and understanding environment to jokingly air out your grievances, however, was healthy for all of them. So, to give each of them a break and a way to unwind with others who knew the joy, frustration, and bizarreness that dating a Joestar could bring, each week the group took turns letting someone pick a restaurant or bar for them to meet up in and unwind with good food and/or drinks while they all laughed about their Jojo’s antics.
Finishing off a small tart, Okuyasu tuned back into the conversations around him right as Erina let out a light laugh. “Oh, speaking of birthdays..” She smiled at Speedwagon across the table. “Jonathan got ours confused again.”
Speedwagon rolled his eyes and brought a hand to his head, but the smile on his face was still fond and good-natured. “Is THAT why ‘e suddenly showed up outside the office lookin’ like ‘e’d just run a marathon with a bunch o’ roses in ‘is ‘ands?”
Erina laughed again, bringing one hand to her mouth as she did. “I’m afraid so. He invited me out and said that he had made reservations for a ‘special occasion’. I was confused until I looked at the calendar.” She shook her head with an equally fond smile. “His face turned as red as those roses, but I told him to just make sure he got to see you before midnight!”
“At least ‘e got THAT done right.” Speedwagon chuckled and rolled his eyes. “God, what is that? Three, four years in a row now?”
“Four.” Erina mirrored the action and shook her head again. “You would think he’d remember by now.”
���Are your birthdays close together?” Gyro asked them with a curious raise of his eyebrow.
“Ha!” Speedwagon laughed. “Not even close, mate- got a whole season between us!”
“His is October 16th.” Erina said while gesturing towards Speedwagon with her tea cup before raising it towards herself to take a sip. “Mine is June 10th.”
“Poor Jojo can’t keep the numbers straight in ‘is ‘ead t’ save ‘is life.” Speedwagon grabbed a biscotti from the plate that Caesar passed him before passing it along to Mista. “Says all the ones an’ zeroes get mixed up with the six and ‘e forgets which one’s which.”
“At least he knows the dates.” Ermes frowned, distractedly dunking a donut in her coffee. “We must’ve told Jolyne OUR birthdays a hundred times and she STILL can’t remember them!”
“Oh please,” Anasui sighed in annoyance. “It’s not the end of the world. Jolyne can so many amazing things- overlooking a date here and there isn’t worth getting upset over.”
Ermes gave him a dead-pan look that clearly spoke to her lack of sympathy. “Dude, your birthday’s January 1st. It’s the first day of the year and literally the easiest date to remember. I remember it, and we’re not even dating!”
“……” Anasui hid the fact that he was pouting behind his coffee cup while taking an extra-long avoiding-the-conversation sip.
Okuyasu looked at the pair beside him. “Geez, that must be rough. Can’t relate, though- Josuke knows EVRYONE’S birthdays. It’s like he puts reminders in his phone or something.” He frowned slightly and glanced away. “But he did give me the silent treatment for a week when I forgot his birthday…” He shuddered at the thought of his boyfriend’s “I’m not mad, just disappointed” look that he’d been subjected to the whole time- the punishment only ending when he forcefully dragged the other teen all over town for a make-up date where he treated him to lunch, a movie, and bought him anything he wanted from the stores. His wallet was much lighter after that day, but the forgiving smile and kiss on the cheek he received was well worth it. “I’m never doing that again..” He muttered to himself.
“At least you know when your boyfriend’s birthday is.” Mista sighed while leaning his chin into his hand, an annoyed frown on his face. “I keep asking, but Giorno refuses to tell me- he keeps saying I’d probably break up with him if I found out. What the heck does THAT mean?”
“Maybe it has to do with your superstition.” Caesar suggested after grabbing a finger sandwich from his plate. “And trust me, sometimes it is better NOT to know. Every September, Jojo spends the whole month reminding me as if I’M the one who forgot HIS birthday two years in a row.”
“Good to see you’re not bitter about that one, huh?” Gyro teased his cousin with a cocked brow before shrugging. “Then again, me and Johnny haven’t really been together long enough for that to be a problem yet.”
“I know what you mean..” Yasuho said from her spot on the other end of the table. “We don’t know if Josuke actually has a birthday, and mine hasn’t even happened yet.”
Okuyasu smiled a bit while Erina tried suggesting Yasuho and Gappy pick an official date to celebrate his birthday. It was nice getting to hang out with everyone like this, away from their boyfriends (girlfriend, in Anasui and Ermes’ case) and just unwind for a bit. He still loved spending time with Josuke, of course, but it was nice to have some time apart now and then.
Thinking of the other pompadoured teen gave Okuyasu an idea and he pulled out his phone. After arranging the various little pastries and sweets on his plate to look a bit nicer, Okuyasu snapped a picture of the treats and sent it to Josuke. He didn’t have to wait long to get a reply, grinning and chuckling quietly when he saw the text and replied to it.
Josuke: “Dude, those look SO good! O_O Where’d you guys go today?”
Me: “Café Erina likes called Jo’s Jolt. This stuff s as good as it looks and you cant have any! >:D”
Josuke: “Youre such a jerk lmao XD”
Josuke: “Btw you wanna hit up the arcade later? Heard they just got in that new Treasure Raiders game.”
Me: “Hell yeah! :D That sounds awta;9?;ouz”
Okuyasu’s last text got messed up when Mista suddenly grabbed him and pulled him up out of his chair, his phone briefly falling out of his hands. “Incoming!!” He shouted in warning right before something shot past him and hit the table- its path taking it right through where Okuyasu was just sitting.
The object that hit the table looked like a metal sphere that was blinking with a red light. When the light started blinking faster, rapidly gaining speed and shortening the time between flashes, Caesar’s eyes widened and he quickly jumped up onto the table. “Get down!” He shouted as he swiftly grabbed the sphere, encasing it in a bubble as he moved. “Bubble Barrier!” He then threw the bubble-encased object as high up into the air as he could, where it exploded and burst the bubble around it.
Thanks to his earlier warning, everyone else had ducked down below the table for cover while Caesar himself used another bubble barrier around his own body. Everyone’s respective cover, combined with Caesar’s initial bubble barrier around the explosive, helped to significantly lessen the resulting shockwave.
Okuyasu looked around in alarm after the smoke from the bomb cleared and everyone got to their feet. “What the heck was that?!”
“Ahahahahaha!” A jarring voice laughed from above them, all eyes looking towards the roof of the café beside them. Atop the building was a tall but stocky man whose appearance was hidden by a cloak. “Greetings, comrades of the Joestar family! You picked a bad day to go out on your own!” The man threw off his cloak, revealing a scarred face and buzz-cut black hair on his head and green army fatigues with several medals adorning his body. “I, the Modern Major General, and my stand War Pigs, will put an end to your meddling in Lord Dio’s-!” He ducked just in time to avoid being hit in the head by two separate shots, having to jump to the other side of the roof to avoid one of the shots ricocheting back towards him after abruptly turning mid-air. “Hey! I wasn’t finished yet!”
Down on the ground, Speedwagon and Mista both stood with their guns drawn and aimed at the Modern Major General. Once one of Mista’s stands flew back down to him to join the others floating behind him, he glanced towards Speedwagon while keeping his gun trained on their enemy. “That bomb didn’t come from him- Cinque saw it fired from a few feet behind us. He’s either got back up or his stand’s got a longer range.”
The Modern Major General smirked down at them. “Right on both counts, maggot.” He pulled out a whistle from a pocket on his uniform and blew into it. “Troops! Fall in!”
At his command, nearly every person walking on the streets or in the nearby buildings, minus the café itself, suddenly stopped and fell limp as if they’d had some invisible strings cut from their bodies. Then, all at once, they turned to face the group at the café and marched forward in unison- forming a perimeter around them consisting of a small army’s worth of people. Their eyes were hollow and lifeless and their skin looked waxy and pale, as if they had already passed on from this world and were now nothing more than puppets.
At another blow into his whistle, a stand appeared behind the soldier on the roof. It looked like a humanoid boar creature with one of its tusks broken off, a scarred eye, and was covered in camouflage gear- including a classic green helmet on its head and black war paint under its eyes. The stand raised one of its hands into the air and formed a fist, similar helmets to its own appearing on the people around the group to give them the façade of an actual militarized unit. When it moved its hand into a salute, various weapons ranging from close-quarter combat knives to military-grade firearms appeared in their hands.
Realizing what was about to happen, Yasuho was surprisingly the first one to act. She picked up the chair that she had been seated in a minute ago and threw it right into the nearby window of the café with a shout. “Take cover!!!”
The group quickly did such and rushed into the shop through the busted window since it was closer than the door, getting inside and hitting the floor just in time to avoid the barrage of bullets that would have hit them. While they themselves had been lucky enough to avoid the assault, a few of the café’s employees and indoor-patrons had gotten caught in the cross-fire, resulting in bullet wounds and cuts from the breaking glass that accompanied the blasts.
Speedwagon looked to the injured people with a worried frown. “This isn’t good. They’ve got us pinned AND outnumbered- we need a plan.” He turned to Erina and Yasuho. “Erina, get everyone behind the counter an’ get ‘em patched up. Yasuho, give ‘er some ‘elp.” He looked at Okuyasu, Anasui, Ermes, Gyro, and Caesar. “You lot try t’ find a way up t’ the roof and put that bastard in ‘is place. If ya take ‘im out, the soldiers’ll drop like flies.” Lastly, he turned to Kakyoin and Mista. “You two are with me. We’re gonna lay down some cover fire and make sure those buggers don’t get in. Got it?”
Once everyone gave a nod of understanding, they each rushed to their assigned tasks.
Erina and Yasuho got to work on moving the injured customers and employees behind the register counter and display cases, Yasuho calling out her stand and using it to help drag anyone who was unconscious. After they got everyone to a relatively safe spot, Yasuho pulled out her phone and looked at Paisley Park.
“We’re going to need some help here.” When her stand nodded and held a hand out towards the phone, the screen lit up with two choices. Yasuho looked to Erina, who was busy checking everyone’s injuries. “Which would be better? Alcohol or numbing gel?”
“The alcohol.” Erina answered while using some paper towels from behind the counter to wipe up someone’s blood. “It will hurt more, but we need to keep these wounds from getting infected.”
“Got it.” Yasuho said while tapping the bottle of rubbing alcohol on her screen, the bottle emerging from the phone with the help of her stand and materializing in the real world. She continued to use her stand’s ability to get items for Erina, the latter using the acquired supplies to treat the wounds of the injured civilians to the best of her ability.
As they worked to treat the wounded, Speedwagon, Mista, and Kakyoin each took up a position at one of the windows to fire at the advancing army. Their efforts seemed in vain, though, as the enemy just kept going no matter how they shot their arms or legs.
“Emerald Splash!!” Kakyoin called out the signature attack of his stand as a wide arc of emeralds were launched at the undead soldiers. The sound of a door being kicked open nearby caught his attention, causing him to turn towards the kitchen where a few of the soldiers were trying to get in. “!!”
Before he had a chance to react, a metallic object flew past his eyes and sliced the heads off of the soldiers. With their heads damaged, the helmets fell off to reveal glowing bullet holes and the bodies finally fell limply to the ground.
“The ‘eads!” Speedwagon called to the other two while catching his hat when it spun back around in his direction. “Aim for the ‘eads an’ knock their ‘elmets clean off!”
“On it!” Mista said while doing just that- firing six shots with each bullet guided by one of his stands to hit the green helmets and send them flying off, resulting in each person hit falling to the ground.
Using the hole that the others made for them in the advancing horde, Okuyasu’s group ran out into the fray and started fighting off any of the close-range soldiers that tried to attack with their knives.
“Caesar!” Gyro called after knocking back a pair of enemies with his steel balls. “Diamo a questi bastardi uno speciale per la famiglia Zeppeli!”
Caesar looked at his cousin with a smirk. “Con piacere.”
The shorter haired Zeppeli then took in a deep hamon breath and began to shape a large bubble. Once it was big enough, Gyro reached over and touched the surprisingly strong soapy film of the bubble and moved it, channeling the power of the spin into the bubble’s rotation. Within seconds the bubble was glowing and crackling with two similar yet different wave-lengths of energy from the hamon and spin that were powering it up.
When the bubble was ready, the two Italians launched it forward at the same time. The super bubble proceeded to ricochet around the battlefield like a pinball, bowling over any enemies in its path while always managing to avoid running into anyone from their own group. The chaos it caused help to further clear their path around to the side of the building where they could get to the roof with a bit more ease and be out of the line of fire.
Just before they rounded the corner, though, Okuyasu heard the familiar tune of the song “Great Days” being sung in his boyfriend’s voice and instantly recognized the ringtone. “Oh, shit!” He summoned The Hand and spotted his phone back by the now knocked over tables. As soon as he saw an opening, he used his stand’s powers to swipe away the space between him and his phone, drawing the small object closer and catching it. “Gotcha!” He looked at the screen and, sure enough, there was Josuke’s picture with his caller ID, along with a list of messages and one or two other missed calls on the list. Feeling bad for making the other boy worry about him, Okuyasu quickly answered the call and brought the phone to his ear. “Hey, Josuke.”
“There you are! Dude, you had me freakin’ out over here!” Josuke let out a relieved sigh. “That last text was weird- everything okay?”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Okuyasu frowned slightly while using The Hand to make the heads of some nearby soldiers that tried to follow them disappear, working in tandem with Gyro and Caesar to keep the enemies from cornering them. “I kinda dropped the phone when Mista grabbed me, and then there was the explosion, and I left my phone at the table when we had to duck inside-”
“Woah, woah, back up!” Josuke interrupted him. “What the heck’s going on over there?!”
“Oh, right.” Okuyasu smacked himself in the forehead for forgetting the important part. “We’re sort of fighting off this weird stand user that works for Dio. He’s got a bunch of zombie people in helmets with guns and junk, so we’re gonna climb up to the roof and kick his ass.”
“What?!” Josuke didn’t sound very relieved after hearing his answer. “Are you okay?! Do you guys need back up?!”
“Uhhh..one sec, lemme check.” Okuyasu held the phone away from his head while looking at Anasui and Ermes. “Hey, Josuke wants to know if we need back up!” He called over to them.
The pair of ex-convicts were busy creating a pathway to the roof by placing Kiss’s stickers on Diver Down’s limbs so that it could phase into the wall of the building and give them multiple points to climb on by leaving its limbs sticking out.
“Nah, we’re good!” Ermes called back to him while using her stand to grab onto one of the limbs and pull herself up.
“Okay!” Okuyasu went to bring the phone back to his head. “Yeah, I think we’re-” Before he could finish his reply, a bullet whizzed past his head and hit his phone. It probably would have hit him as well if Caesar and Gyro didn’t suddenly pull him back. “?!!” Okuyasu looked at the shattered remains of his phone with wide eyes and a slack jaw of disbelief. “Hey, not cool, man!” His expression quickly turned into an angry scowl when he looked around for the source of the gun shot. He eventually spotted the culprit several feet away with a sniper rifle in its hands. “Get over here, you asshole!” He shouted, using The Hand to drag the soldier right up to him so he could punch it in the face and knock its helmet off himself. “Great, now Josuke’s gonna freak out!”
“Sorry, amico mio.” Gyro gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, but the look on his face spoke of mischief. “But I know ONE thing that will make you feel better.” He pointed to the roof where Anasui and Ermes were just climbing over the edge. “Go on- we’ll cover you from down here.”
Okuyasu smirked and headed towards Diver Down while cracking his knuckles. “Yeah, that should help.” Similar to Ermes, he used his stand to grab on to each of Diver Down’s limbs and climb up to the roof.
Joining the others on the roof, he saw them battling against the Modern Major General and War Pigs with the stand putting up a surprisingly effective defense against Kiss’s assault. “Did you think I would be taken down that easily?” He taunted when his stand managed to dodge one of Kiss’s strikes and tossed her aside.
“Woah!” Ermes nearly lost her balance when she felt her stand being thrown, but Anasui steadied her while Okuyasu’s stand caught Kiss. “The guy’s got a decent stand, I’ll give him that..”
“Decent, maybe.” Anasui said once Ermes was on her feet again. “But we’ve dealt with worse.” He looked at the Modern Major General and his own stand rose up through the floor behind him. “Diver Down!” His stand lived up to its name and dove at the enemy, two of its multiplied fists raised as it struck.
The Modern Major General avoided the attack by jumping back out of the way, but the stand still hit the floor where he’d been standing. “Ha! Slow attacks like that are no match for my highly trained, combat-honed reflexes!”
“…….” Instead of responding verbally, Anasui just continued to have Diver Down attempt to strike the general, settling for hitting the roof whenever the stand missed.
Looking at the way the stand kept hitting the roof with its multiplied limbs, Ermes seemed to figure out what was going on. “Oh boy..this is gonna be big!” She backed away to edge of the roof quickly, keeping an eye on the fight happening a few feet away.
Before he could ask what was going on, Okuyasu saw Anasui smirk and got the feeling that he should back up too. “?!” Seeing the smirk increase, Okuyasu jumped back to the edge- apparently doing so just in time.
The Modern Major General avoided another punch and grinned. “Are you even trying? I could do this all da-!” Not being given a chance to finish his taunt, a copy of two of Diver Down’s fists suddenly shot up from the ground he landed on and knocked him into the air. “?!” When he fell onto another part of the roof, a pair of Diver Down’s legs shot up and kicked him back into the air. The pattern continued, a pair of fists or feet rising up out of the roof no matter where he seemed to land- effectively floating him from one side of the roof to the other.
“Did you really think I’d be sloppy enough to miss THAT many times?” Anasui said while watching his enemy get knocked back into the air repeatedly. “I was storing Diver Down’s energy all over this roof, waiting for you to lower your guard at just the right moment.”
As he fell back towards the roof again, the Modern Major General finally got his bearings and his stand appeared in front of him. “War Pigs!” A missile launcher appeared in the stand’s hands and it blasted the area of the roof its users was about to land on, the force driving him to the edge of the roof and clear of the trapped areas. “D..Damn you..I’m not going to fall for a trap like that again..!”
Okuyasu looked at the large amount of space between them and the general with a scowl. He REALLY wanted a piece of the action, too. Then, glancing at Ermes, he got an idea. “Hey, can I borrow a sticker?”
Ermes looked at him curiously. “Huh? For what?”
Okuyasu smirked and summoned The Hand in front of her with its right arm raised. “For THIS.”
Ermes grinned, getting the gist of what he wanted. “Ha! Sure, this oughta be fun!”
On the other side of the roof, the Modern Major General had his stand aim its missile launcher at Anasui. “Your stand has a limit to its range, so all I have to do is blow you away from over here and-!” Once again, he was interrupted- this time by a strong pulling sensation. “What?!” He was yanked forward across the roof, triggering multiple stored-energy points along the way and getting hit by every single fist and leg he came across.
Okuyasu looked down at him when the other stand user stopped right in front of him, cracking his knuckles. His stand stood behind him with two versions of its right hand still extended. “You know..I was having a pretty good day before YOU showed up..now my phone’s trashed, I’m pissed off, and I never even got to finish eating!” He glared at the man while pulling him up to his feet. “But you wanna know what REALLY pissed me off?” He curled his free hand into a fist. “You made me hang up on my boyfriend and freak him out, you asshole!!” He punched the general and sent him flying across the roof, setting off a few more of the stored energy points.
When he tried to get back up, Okuyasu used The Hand’s power to force him back over by deleting the empty space in front of him- the extra limb giving him more control of the area that was affected by his power and allowing him to jerk the general in various directions. At one point he got the general close enough to Ermes that she was able to punch him with Kiss and send him flying over to Anasui, who repeated the motion with Diver Down. The three stand users formed a triangle of punishment, the enemy stand user being pulled and punched across the roof and hitting all sorts of stored points along the way.
Finally, with the enemy barely conscious, Okuyasu punched him clear off the roof with his stand’s other hand, sending him sprawling down on the ground below in an unconscious heap.
With their commanding officer down, the horde of undead soldiers began to lose the unity of their previous attacks and just fired about aimlessly. The trio inside of the building, as well as the pair on the ground outside of it, took advantage of the loss in control and proceeded to thin out the ranks significantly.
Inside of the building, Yasuho looked to the windows with a relieved sigh. “Looks like they got him.”
“That’s a relief.” Erina sighed as well, finishing the last of her emergency first-aid on the civilians.
Yasuho was about to comment about the fight going on around them, when Paisley Park made another choice come up on her phone. “Huh?” Yasuho looked at the two weapons displayed on the screen in confusion. “A gun or a Taser? Why would we need these?”
Erina looked at the phone’s screen with a worried frown. “…….” After a moment, she spoke quietly. “Choose the gun.”
Yasuho looked at the blond woman curiously while tapping the picture. “But, I don’t know how to use it.” She said as she took the revolver produced by her stand’s ability.
“I know..” Erina looked back out the window at their allies fighting off the remnants of the undead army. “But I have a feeling we’ll need it..”
Without War Pigs giving them commands, the rest of the soldiers were dispatched fairly easily after a while- especially after the roof trio joined the fight in earnest on the ground. Finishing off the last of them, Okuyasu looked around for where he’d sent the Modern Major General flying earlier. “Did you guys see where that jerk landed?”
Ermes and Anasui shook their heads as they aided him in his attempt to find their enemy. Speedwagon and the others exited the building to aid in the search, leaving Yasuho and Erina inside to look after the wounded.
Kakyoin looked around with a serious frown on his face. “This isn’t good. I’ll set up a perimeter with Hierophant Green and see if we can spot him.”
Just as the stand was starting to unravel itself, they all heard a startled scream from within the building and turned towards it. “!!!!!”
They saw the Modern Major General standing behind the shattered window, looking bloodied and bruised, with a dark scowl on his face as he held Erina’s arms behind her back. Beside him, his stand had a similar hold on Yasuho with one hand and a desert eagle held against her head with the other hand. The general glared at them as he and his stand stepped out of the building with their hostages. “Alright…none of you move or the ladies here get it.” To show he was serious, he had his stand press the barrel of its gun harder against Yasuho’s head. “Now drop your weapons and call off your stands!”
Not wanting to risk their friends’ lives, everyone did as they were told. The stand users all had their stands retreat for the moment while Mista and Speedwagon set their guns on the ground, Gyro doing the same with his steel balls. At a gesture from the general, they kicked their weapons towards him and out of their reach.
Speedwagon, however, kept his hat on, silently making plans when the general didn’t comment on it. “Alright…ya got what ya wanted, now let ‘em go!” As he spoke, he moved one of his hands behind himself where Kakyoin and Okuyasu, who were standing behind him, could see it. He made two motions with his hand- one grabbing gesture, and one where he brought his fingers together and split them apart slowly.
The boys got the idea and Kakyoin acted first, silently summoning his stand in its unraveled form and spreading the tendrils of it along the ground so that they slowly snaked their way towards the general. As he did so, Okuyasu had The Hand’s right hand super-imposed over his own from where it was hidden behind his back, waiting for his cue.
“Let them go? Ha!” The Modern Major General smirked at them. “Oh no, I’ve got plans for them- for ALL of you.” He looked at his stand with the gun in its hand. “You see, losing a few soldiers here and there means nothing to me. My War Pigs can conscript anyone into my army with a single shot to the head.” He looked back at the others with a malicious grin. “That is why Lord Dio sent ME to get rid of you. Soon, you will all become soldiers for my army- an army that will take down the Joestars! Just imagining the look on their faces when their closest allies come to kill them, being forced to fight those who once fought so hard for them, and then being finished off by those same allies- oh, I can hardly wait to see it!”
Kakyoin spoke calmly, the strands of his stand getting close to the enemy, unseen so far. “A twisted plan, indeed- one we’ve come to expect from Dio and his minions.”
“Not a bad plan, really.” Mista commented, the rest of the group having noticed what was happening by now.
“But you left one thing out, amico.” Gyro said with a quiet chuckle, looking amused.
“Si, something VERY important.” Caesar’s expression matched his cousin’s perfectly.
“Oh yeah?” The Modern Major General asked while eyeing them suspiciously. “And what would that be?”
“US!” Okuyasu said, finally revealing his hand and swiping it through the air.
“!!” War Pigs was about to shoot Yasuho, but the green tendrils of Kakyoin’s own stand rose out of the ground and pried its arms away from her, allowing her to be pulled forward by Okuyasu’s stand.
Once she’d gotten her bearings and stood among the others, Yasuho pulled the gun her stand had given her earlier out from under the hem of her shirt and handed it to Mista. “Here, I think you’ll get more use out of this than I would.”
Mista took the gun and opened it up so his stands could get in alongside the bullets. “Thanks, I’ll put it to good use.”
“Why, you-!” The Modern Major general’s face contorted into an enraged snarl as he gripped Erina tighter. “I warned you! Now-!” This time the one to interrupt him was Erina, who did so by suddenly slamming her head back into her captor’s nose while simultaneously stomping on his foot with her high-heeled shoe. “!!!!”
Erina quickly slipped out of the hold while he was in pain and ducked. “Now, Robert!”
“Right, love!” Speedwagon called back to her while taking his hat and throwing it at their enemy. The deadly clothing easily sailed over Erina’s head and sliced right across her assailant’s eyes before flying back towards him.
“AAAAAH!!! My eyes!!” The general screamed in pain, futilely bringing his hands up to hold his bleeding pupils.
Unable to see them coming, everyone in the group got into position around the general.
“Your plan wasn’t bad, mate.” Speedwagon began, twirling his hat idly on the tip of one finger. “But ya forgot one VERY important thing.” He slashed the backs of the general’s hands with his hat and tripped him, sending him towards Caesar.
“Si, you forgot about US.” Caesar summoned a small volley of his hamon-infused bubbles that crashed into the man and sent him towards Anasui and Ermes.
“We’re not that easy to take down!” Ermes used her stand to hold the general in place.
“And we don’t like people threatening our partners.” Anasui said with a dark, deadly tone to his voice right before Diver Down punched the man- the stand’s fist hitting twice due to the energy it stored in the spot it struck and sending him flying towards Yasuho and Erina.
“So don’t try anything with us around!” Yasuho took the broken chair that Erina handed her and gave it to her stand, Paisley Park smashing the chair over the enemy’s head to send him towards Gyro.
“Actually, don’t try anything AT ALL.” Gyro warned, channeling some spin energy into his fist to knock the general high up into the air.
“That’s right- it’s still a death sentence.” Mista aimed the gun Yasuho gave him at the general and fired every single shot at him, Sex Pistols passing the bullets around to make sure they all hit in the most painful spots possible.
“Because if you want to hurt the Joestars-” Kakyoin began, Hierophant Green sending out a blast of emeralds that battered and pierced the general further.
“Then you gotta go through US!!” Okuyasu finished Kakyoin’s threat, summoning The Hand and using his stand to shorten the space between the general and the ground- causing him to slam right into the group below where every member of their squad had their stand’s and/or their own hands raised into fists to punch him when he landed.
The Modern Major General was soundly knocked out from the force of the impact, his body falling in a bloody heap on the ground- this time being most likely the last for the time being.
When the adrenaline wore off and the metaphorical dust settled, Okuyasu and the others realized that they felt like they were being watched. They turned around to see who was watching them and found their various Jojo’s standing a few feet away. Every single one of them were staring with a look that was, for lack of a better term, star struck.
While their partners’ looks were adorable and endearing, someone had to break the silent trance they were all in. So, Speedwagon took it upon himself to do so, walking over to Jonathan.
“Enjoyin’ the show there, love?” He asked with a teasing smile.
“Huh? O-Oh!” Jonathan snapped out of his fond gazing and a slight flush appeared on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “My apologies! I-I just, that is, we thought-!”
Erina giggled and joined Speedwagon in front of Jonathan, reaching up to playfully tap the tip of his nose with her finger. “It seems you left him speechless, Robert. Whatever shall we do?”
“Oh, ‘e probably jus’ wants a cute nurse or two t’ take care o’ ‘im!” Speedwagon laughed, winking at Jonathan. “ ‘e’s kinda cute like that, though.”
Jonathan let out an exasperated huff and wrapped his arms around both of his partners. “You may tease me all you want, I’m just glad you’re safe.”
Nearby, Joseph folded his arms and shrugged his shoulders when Caesar walked over to him. “I don’t get why we had to rush over here. I TOLD them you’d be fine.”
Caesar cocked one brow with a knowing smirk, leaning in close to Joseph to unnerve him. “Oh? So you didn’t panic when you heard I was fighting without you again?”
“Oh no, he was screaming about it the whole time.” Johnny commented as he passed by in his wheelchair. He ignored the way Joseph blushed and shouted names like “traitor” at him, as well as Caesar’s following laughter, as he made his way over to Gyro. “I knew you’d be okay, though.”
Gyro chuckled and ruffled Johnny’s hair affectionately. “Good to know you’ve got so much faith in me.” He grinned when he saw the small smile on Johnny’s face that he tried to hide by looking away, prompting him to lean down and give him a kiss on his forehead.
Off beside them, Jolyne smiled at Anasui and Ermes. “That was great- I came in around the end where you beat the heck out of that guy.” She looked between the two of them with a teasing smile. “It’s good to see you two getting along like that for a change.”
Ermes and Anasui looked at each other for a moment before Ermes laughed. “Us? Getting along? Yeah, right!”
Anasui huffed and rolled his eyes. “Unlikely.”
Despite their words, they glanced at each other with an amicable smile- one that Jolyne definitely caught. “Uh huh, suuuuuure.” She said sarcastically before slipping between them and putting one arm around each of their shoulders, giving her boyfriend and her girlfriend each a quick peck on the cheek.
Not too far away behind them, Giorno was being swarmed by Sex Pistols and their barrage of comments “Did you see us, Giorno?!” “We were cool, right?!” “Mista sure got angry!” “It’s because that meanie said he was gonna hurt Giorno..” “Well, we wouldn’t let that happen!” “Yeah! We’d help protect you, Giorno!”
Giorno gave the stands a small, fond smile. “Thank you- I feel safer already.” He gave one of the tiny stands a light pat on the head with the tip of his finger, but his eyes were locked on the stand’s user, giving him a look of gratitude that made Mista blush and avert his gaze elsewhere with an innocent whistle- pretending he didn’t hear what his stands just said (or that he could feel it when Giorno patted them in appreciation).
“So..” Kakyoin began, eyeing Jotaro with a mildly amused smile once he’d made his way over to him nearby. “Were you worried?”
“……” Jotaro looked at him quietly for a moment before pulling his hat down over his eyes. “Hmph, yare yare daze. Figured you’d be fine..Josuke just panicked and made us rush over..”
Kakyoin tilted his head, leaning sideways slightly so he could see under the brim of his boyfriend’s iconic hat. “Oh? You weren’t worried at all?”
“Of course not.” Jotaro turned his head away, but Kakyoin caught the way the corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he spoke. “You wouldn’t be my partner if I thought you couldn’t handle yourself.”
While Kakyoin smiled more at the other teen’s words, Gappy ran past them over to Yasuho and looked her over with a concerned frown on his face. “You’re okay, right? He didn’t hurt you?”
Yasuho laughed lightly and waved off her boyfriend’s concern. “I’m fine, Josuke. It wasn’t anything we couldn’t-” She blushed slightly when her boyfriend suddenly took her hand, holding it with a relieved smile on his face.
“Good…” He looked her in the eyes, smiling more. “I don’t know what I’d do without you..”
“Aw, Josuke..” She smiled back at him, squeezing his hand gently. “You’re getting so sappy- it’s weird.” They both laughed at that one, sharing the sentiment whole-heartedly.
Okuyasu looked through the crowd and spotted his own boyfriend still standing back where the Joestar group had started. Making his way over to him, Okuyasu gave Josuke an apologetic frown and rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “Hey, Josuke..look, I’m sorry about earlier, but one of those creepy zombie-things shot my phone and I-” He was cut off mid-apology by a pair of lips firmly crashing into his own and strong arms wrapping around his waist. “?!” After taking a moment to regain his senses, Okuyasu returned the kiss as he always did.
He was (pleasantly) surprised by the amount of love and passion he could feel in the heated kiss, gasping slightly when he was dipped backwards for a moment and even feeling Josuke’s tongue slip into his mouth. By the time it was over and he was brought upright again, Okuyasu was (pleasantly) dazed with a huge grin on his face.
“That,” Josuke said, still keeping his arms locked tight around Okuyasu. “Was the hottest thing I have EVER seen.” He peppered Okuyasu’s face with kisses between each word he spoke. “You were so cool, babe. God, I just love you so much..”
Okuyasu grinned more from the praise and affection, wrapping his own arms around Josuke’s shoulders. “Hey, we’re the ‘Jojo Support Squad’, remember? Gotta be ready to support our Jojo’s, right?”
Everyone in the squad agreed, that’s what the Jojo Support Squad was for- supporting each other in airing out their mild complaints, but, ultimately, it was for supporting their beloved Jojo’s whenever they needed them.
End Notes: *collapses after posting this at 2:30 AM* Ugggh, I got over ambitious with this one @_@ It ended up WAY longer than I thought, but I didn’t have the strength of will to cut it. The next two will be shorter because of this, but I’m okay with that right now xP
Also, the Modern Major General is an OC I made together with my cousin. My cousin’s in the army and is a huge Jojo nerd, so one day we talked about what we’d be like as Jojo characters and we created this OC based off of the idea of him being a bad guy. I chose the character name because I’m a musical theater geek, and he came up with the concept for the stand because War Pigs, ironically, has been his favorite song for years (we used to guitar hero battle each other with that one all the time as kids x3). Overall, the idea of the character was to line up with the song War Pigs in that he liked to control others and could talk a big game, but, without his soldiers to send in to battle for him, he becomes pretty useless and death rightfully and swiftly comes for him.
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