#Rohan too but I got lazy by the end

[sovereignjojoz]

how they carry you/you them (ultimate edition)

Pairings: Jonathan x reader, dio…x reader?Joseph x reader, Ceaser x reader, jotaro x reader, polenarff x reader, Avdol x reader, josuke x reader, Rohan x reader.

Warnings: weird, partial fluff, partial crack, idk, dio?, tired at Rohan’s.

Notes - for all the love on the Bucci gang edition!<3

Jonathan Joestar

Gotta be Bridal style

The og gentleman

Very traditional

He just loves to carry you he would carry you always if he could.

He’ll probably spin you around too, he’s just so sweet!

Carrying him

I mean if you insist!

It’s quite unusual in Victorian society so he’s a bit befuddled.

But if it pleases you then go ahead!

Dio Brando…

He’s just gonna be a manhandler.

He’s not sweet or nice, none of that lovey dovey stuff he’s gonna do what he wants.

He’ll carry you, drag you, whatever, he fr doesn’t care.

Not very romantic.

Carries you however he wants even if it’s never been heard of.

Kinda possessive, he might squeeze you tight if others look at you.

Touchy.

Honestly bad overall, but you dio simps probably don’t care, that’s why you like him after all! (Affectionate)🥰

Carrying him

He expects this, don’t be daft.

And he’s not gonna make it easy.

He might even make u carry him on a throne, after all he’s dio and it’s what he deserves.🤷🏽‍♀️

Joseph Joestar

To put it simply, he’s a troll.

Every time he carries you, he’ll pick you up bridal style and secure you in his arms, and only once you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck or have gotten comfortable he’ll either a) pretend to drop you (if he’s feeling kinder) or b) actually drop you.

Then he’ll laugh rambunctiously.

“C’mon babe, ya fall for it every time and it gets funnier every t-“

“Jojo!”

“ ouch my ear! ‘m sorry!”

Seems like the kinda guy who likes to carry you whilst doing squats or other gym activities just to show off his strength, he especially loves it if it gets a ride out of you.

Overall annoying

Will not put you down.

Likes to make you squirm by carrying you with one arm and touching/tickling your feet like the weirdo he is.

Kinda touchy.

So so annoying.

Will definitely show off in front of Caeser

Carrying him

Never offer

He gets even more annoying.

As soon as you've picked him up, he'll make himself as heavy as he can and literally drop all his weight on you just so you struggle.

And he's so audacious and sassy.

He'll taunt you with comments like, "oh, is that struggling I see, huh? You insisted on carrying me so chop chop."

He even snaps his fingers at you.

Just drop him.

Caeser Zeppelli

Hm, ever the charmer isn’t he?

You just know he absolutely loves carrying his s/o.

It’s obvious knowledge that he has a notorious history of being a playboy, and because of his experience with women, he knows what women like, what little gestures make them blush, how they prefer to be held etc.

So he’s going to put the knowledge he’s accumulated on you, he wants to make you swoon.

He somehow manages to always gets the timing right too, he will literally sweep you off your feet like Prince Charming.

He’ll probably want to kiss you too and like pull you really close to his chest.

He definitely wants a s/o who gets easily flustered when he carries them! No matter if you cover your face, blush, squirm he doesn’t care, he wants that reaction!

“Caeser put me down!” You whisper-shouted, trying and failing to push him away, you were literally in front of Lisa Lisa!

He kissed your neck chastely, “why Cara? I quite like you in my arms.”

“Mpmph!”

Likes to show off in front of Joseph.

Carrying him

He’ll blush out of surprise.

It’s feels so foreign to him, he’s not quite sure if he likes it!

He’ll definitely be more vulnerable to getting flustered!

Overall, he prefers to do the flustering and carrying.

Kujo Jotaro

Listen, I’m not even going to lie, you’re probably going to have to jump/floor him to get him to carry you…

Or you’re going to have to annoy him 24/7 so he considers it, just so he can get you to finally shut up.

“Jojo, Jojo, Jojo, please! I really really love you jojo! And you would do the same if you love meee-!”

Literally knocks you off of your feet.

Might just leave you on the floor.

Or he’ll hold you for one second, the drop you (heart eyes).

Jump on his back and you’ll get a piggy back for like 5 seconds or something before he pushes you off.

Small bonus! Part 4 jotaro! (+ jolyne)

Becomes more open to carrying you.

Still would rather not but if you insist fine.

He’ll brashly pick you up, stand still and hold you bridal style.

Baby Jolyne will make grabby hands and he’ll pick her up with one hand and carry you and her both.

Carries both you and baby Jolyne like sacs of potatoes.

Will put baby Jolyne on his shoulders.

Carrying him

Don’t try it, he’s got good reflexes, you might get knocked out.

He’ll probably wobble around because he doesn’t get carried.

Hates it.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

My babygirl.

He’s such a romantic.

He just wants to pamper you and spoil you by making you not have to do anything ever, including walking!

“Ma Cherie! Please, don’t dirty your beautiful shoes in that puddle, allow me.”

Loves the feel of you close to him.

Wants you to jump on him, in his arms, any place any time.

Lil bit touchy.

He’ll speak to you in French too even if you can’t understand it (especially if you can’t) just to make you swoon more.

Sometimes he’ll carry you and dance just because.

Just lifts you when he’s extremely happy.

Give him affection!

Carrying him

If you love it he loves it.

He doesn’t care he just wants you to be happy.

Surprised at your strength though!

And he becomes very blushy too.

Avdol

You gotta be practical with him.

He won’t refuse but he certainly won’t endorse it unless you both have privacy, he’s not a fan of pda unlike others on here (cough Caeser, Joseph and Polenarff).

He’ll carry you if you’re injured though, and he’ll be so tender, making sure not to hurt you.

In terms of carrying you, he prefers the more romantic side of things such as carrying you to bed.

Although if you want to be silly and like do challenges he may indulge you once or twice even though he may not be so fond of such things.

One thing is though you absolutely cannot get caught by Joseph! He wouldn’t be able to handle the teasing!

Carrying him

The first time you attempt it, he’ll definitely grip you tightly out of surprise.

“Oh my!”

The look of pure shock on his face is so cute.

He might ask you to put him down after a while though.

He may let you carry him once or twice more.

The best Jojo Higashkiata Josuke

Similar to Mista, he LOVES to carry you in any way he can.

Like he’ll tackle you in order to carry you, in fact a lot of the time him carrying you stems from you and him play fighting.

His favourite way to carry you is putting you on his shoulder and doing whatever he wants, like he might even put you on his shoulder then go about having a normal conversation with okuyasu???

I can’t get this out of my head but I envision running at you at max speed and just picking you up, putting you on his shoulder and continuing running.

And the reason varies like sometimes it’s valid like kira will be in the vicinity and other times it’s so random.

“Oh shi- [name]! We have to go we’re gonna be late to meet my mom at the dentists.”

Carrying him

Again you’ll probably struggle.

And he’ll laugh at you and tease you.

Maybe even take a picture.

This is the time for him to relax, y’know?

He’s shameless too, like he’ll call okuyasu whilst you struggle and be like “you got this babe, anyway…”

If Rohan ever sees this is just another reason on the list of why he doesn’t like Josuke.

Kishibe Rohan

No.

He doesn’t have time for such trivial things, he’s got to work on things such as his manga.

This is something that idiot Josuke would do, not him.

But then he remembers that you’re his s/o and this will make you really happy, so he sighs and closes his sketchbook and indulges you.

Keeps it short and sweet.

When he puts you down they’ll be a couple of lingering touches.

Throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, and tell him how much you love him then he’ll indulge you more.

Carrying him

Absolutely not, will jump out of your hold immediately and scowl.

[charmfamily]

I got tagged by @smok3inm1rrors, my favorite fellow Charm Family obsesser, who asked me to pick a Charm for another round of The Bold The Facts! For this next round, I’m tagging @theosconfessions, @nectar-cellar, @smok3inm1rrors again to do a Charm of their choice, @plumbboo, and @d4isywhims! 

𝔾𝔼𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕂ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕄𝔼: 𝔻𝔸𝕄𝕀𝔼ℕ ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝕄

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy (Because he comes from a wealthy family, he has yet to acquire his own wealth but trust fund babies aren’t usually concerned with that. It’s Damien. Damien is Trust Fund Babies.) / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying (Damien is a Caster of the Untamed School and is studying, believe it or not, Theoretical Magic with a specialty in Curse Breaking. He’s really good at it, too.) / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (nothing serious, just a little or maybe a lot of possessing alcohol underage at parties, trespassing, and maybe a few cases of destruction of private/public property.) / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children? (He thinks he does. He’s still not 100% sure and he definitely doesn’t want them right this minute, but someday.)

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) (He’s spent the entirety of his life pretending Gemma doesn’t exist or outright tormenting her, but he’s doing his best to make up for that lately and he hopes it’s not too late. He really does want to be a better brother than he was in the past. Fun fact regarding HOW Damien was a terrible brother: Little Damien used to lure Toddler Gemma outside under the guise of being the bestest big brother ever and taking her to a super cool Big Kid Hangout, but then he’d lock her in the dark crawlspace under the house and leave her there. This is what Rohan meant when he said he’d been running to Gemma’s rescue since they were four, Damien would take off with his friends or on his bike, leave Gemma in the crawlspace, and Rohan was the one that always let her out. Damien also, once he learned about Gemma’s phobia of dark bathrooms because she was scared of what she’d see in the mirror, would lock her in there and had to stop doing that when she hyperventilated once and passed out. The thudding of her hitting the tile ended up alerting their parents and yes, he got in BIG trouble. She’s claustrophobic now, because of Damien’s antics.) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable  

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between 

♦ disorganized / organized / in between (He’s organized with the things he cares about, everything else is a giant mess.) 

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between (Hard to convince but not entirely unreasonable.)

♦ calm / anxious / in between (It varies from day to day and depends entirely on the specifics of what latest clusterfuck he’s gotten himself into.) ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between 

♦ cautious / reckless / in between 

♦ patient / impatient / in between 

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between 

♦ leader (“What if all your friends jumped off a bridge?” Damien would be that friend, the first one out there and calling everyone else a bitch for not doing it.) / follower / in between 

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between (More often than not empathetic, until you piss him off and the Vicious Bastard side of him is unleashed. He has some pretty deep-seated anger issues that are always simmering just beneath the surface.)

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between 

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working (when he REALLY wants something) / lazy / in between (the rest of the time.)

♦ cultured (Raised by archaeologists, that tends to happen.)  / uncultured / in between / unknown 

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown Loyal to himself first and others that prove that they’re loyal to him. It certainly isn’t given blindly and freely, nor is it a blanket trait – that’s a case by case basis.

♦ faithful (He’d leave before he’d cheat. He doesn’t see the point in sparing someone’s feelings long enough TO cheat. If he’s done, he’s done… which is kind of Vicious Bastard of him. “I don’t even care enough about you to lie to you.”)  / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist. I mentioned in the Erwin post that all spellcasters in the SCKoL Universe worship the Trinity of the Fates and are culturally pagans, but specifically to Damien’s family, because Minerva’s family comes from Tartosa (which I have built in universe as a fictional Mediterranean nation that’s more Greek than it is Italian), he is a patron of the Greek Pantheon. BIG FAN of Dionysus in particular. Chaos for the Chaos god! / atheist / agnostic 

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care 

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care 

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care 

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care 

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious 

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / sometimes (Especially when he’s been drinking, he gets deep in Sad Boi Hours and has to contemplate the meaning of his existence. Luckily, his bestie Akira can only stand so much of that, so it’s more of an interlude than it is the entirety of the night.) 

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual flexible. (He wouldn’t quite say he’s bi because he’s in denial about it lol listen if you’re drunk and you happen to kiss the bros, it’s just kissing the bros.) / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless 

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable (Wants to be loved) /naive and clueless (doesn't know how to be loved.) / romance suspicious (He has a very hard time letting other people in and allowing them to get close to him on a deep level, like being vulnerable scares the hell out of him and it’s a problem.) 

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious 

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all 

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none

 ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none 

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none 

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic 

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker 

✿ Recreational Drugs: never (He much prefers drinking) / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

 ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess 

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater 

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic 

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

[sslow-dancer]

“Be Quiet.” (Rohan Kishibe x Fem Reader)

Warnings: dubcon, degradation/humiliation, fingering, edging, slight spanking, slapping, nsfw

tags: fxm, rohan kishibe x fem reader, dom!rohan x sub!reader, nsfw, smut

Description: When you accidentally disrupt Rohan’s train of thought when drawing his latest manga, he has his own ways of punishing you for doing so.

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It had been over a month since you and Rohan last got intimate. Ever since he released his newest manga, he’s choosen to spew out new chapters and volumes left and right like no other mangaka has instead of paying attention to you or really anyone who comes by the Kishibe house.

With all this information, it honestly made you very upset. You were never really the clingy type prior and after dating Rohan, but with all that’s been going on in and outside the home, you couldn’t help but mourn him even though he was in the office right next to your room.

When free, you’d do your best to take him out to dinner or have him hang out with friends like Josuke and Koichi (though of course he’d automatically refuse if Josuke is even slightly mentioned of coming to your hangout). Either way, it didn’t work. You knew he could be the cold type but hearing him repeatedly say no over and over again for weeks finally made you completely hopeless.

It’s now present time, you lie in your bed silently humming to a tune while reading a book. Rohan is of course in his office drawing up god knows what chapter he’s on. You yawn at the thought of taking a nap. You rub at your eyes as you place your book on the nightstand, sighing as you look at the time. He should be coming to bed by now, you think.

You go to remove your shirt, leaving you in a soft pink nightgown with pink shorts under. You have only been sleeping in this gown for a short while, a small voice in the back of your mind telling you to wear it to impress Rohan and possibly make him have other thoughts. Though you’re not sure yourself if pink and small frills is his thing, you wore it anyway to see if anything would or will happen.

You walk over to Rohan’s office, silently opening the door to see what he was doing.

“Rohannie...” you call out in a sweet voice, closing the door behind you. You were probably the only person in the world that was allowed to call your boyfriend that (though he did briefly mention that an old friend of his called him that back in the day).

Rohan looks up from his desk, keeping his face turned away from you. He sighs putting down his pen,

“Be quiet.”

You frown, placing your hands behind your back.

“Did you even knock? Did I allow you to come in?”

You’re taken aback by his sterness, you answer anyway,

“No I just thought-“

“You, “I just thoughtt”, what?”

He’s turned his chair; facing you now and clearly mocking your words and tone. You purse your lips, turning to exit back to your room. You yelp when you feel a hand aggressively pull you back from your wrist, their grip strong. It was Rohan’s hand, you hear the words “Heaven’s Door” before blacking out.

~ Time Skip ~

You wake up, the only thing in sight being the wooden ceilings of your home. You were on the floor, your gown bunched up to your chest and shorts slightly rising up your abdomen.

You couldn’t remember what had happened before you ended up here. You rub at your temple as you try to remember until your thoughts are disrupted by a pair of familiar hands on both sides of your waist. Before you even have time to fully react, you feel your ass resting on Rohan’s lap, his breath ghosting over your face as he goes to rub at your inner thigh.

You moan, your touch depriveness slowly wanting to leave your body. You close your eyes as he moves closer to your sex. Rohan hums, his lips forming into a smirk once he turns his soft rubbing to full on spanking. You gasp at this, immediately opening your eyes to wiggle against him; to let him know you didn’t like this. He only chuckles, keeping a firm grip on your thigh and placing his other hand on your face, caressing your cheek lightly as he speaks,

“Not fun being ripped away from your thoughts, huh? Well, don’t think I’ll stop my actions for you, you dumb slut. I’ll stop when I’m satisfied.” he glides his thumb across your lips, keeping his pointer under your chin. He smirks once again, slapping you across the face.

You squeal, raising your hands up to push him away. He prevents you from doing this by grinding his hardness against you, using your desperateness as a manipulative tactic to not let you get away. You miserably fall for this, resting your arms over his shoulders as you feel your wetness seep through your panties as he continues to make you grind into him.

“Huh...you really are naive. You’re being forced to stay here with me but instead of fighting back, you stay anyway because you don’t want to be alone and haven’t been touched like this by me in weeks. You do anything when you’re desperate, I guess my stand never does lie.”

You ignore his words, wanting him to continue his dry thrusting. He goes on,

“You’re so stupid, you look stupid. Look it here,” he pulls down your gown, revealing your breasts, your nipples hardening as they meet the cool air. He grabs at one, aggressively perking up your nipple with his pointer and middle finger, he looks up at you with hungry eyes, “you’re always flaunting them. Secretely wanting all the guys and girls in all of Morioh to look at them. Quick thinking you only do it for me, you do it for everyone. You’re a whore to everyone and anyone.”

“Stop it, Rohan!”

“For the second time, I’ll stop when I want to!”

Rohan pulls your back against his chest, ripping way the middle of your gown with ease so he can get easier access towards your breasts. He gropes at them harshly as he forcefully puts his lips over yours, preventing you from breathing normally. You mumble loudly, he groans in frustration,

“I should’ve written for you to cooperate. Though I’m too lazy to do that now...I guess I’ll just have to make you like it.” he says as he bites your lip to shush your mumbling. You gasp for air once he finally lets go.

While you to try to collect yourself, he bunches up your panties and shorts to the side and inserts two of his fingers inside you. You whimper at the sudden fullness of your sex. Your fluids already embarrassingly pooling down the base of his fingers. Rohan laughs,

“So you do like it, huh? Already so wet for me even before I even touched you. Let’s see how long I can torture you before you cum. So pathetic...”

He inserts a third finger, your legs shaking more than they ever have now. You do your best to balance yourself over his lap by putting both hands on the handles of his chair. God forbid what’d he do if you collapsed against him.

He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you. You blush at the lewd sounds coming from your pussy, progressively getting louder and wetter as he picks up his pace. You begin to feel sweat drip down from your forehead, tears collecting at your eyes as you recognize the coming of an orgasm. You plead,

“Rohan, please! Please let me cum!”

“What?”

“Please! I’ll do anything!”

“Do anything, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Then how about you learn... how not to disturb me!”

He once again slaps you across the face. You moan at the sensation the pain gives you, cumming all over his crotch area. He snakes an arm around your waist, pushing your sensitive clit down onto his hardness. You hiss at actions, resting your head against his shoulder to avoid focusing on what’s going on beanth you. He raises his fingers up to your mouth,

“Open.”

You oblige, sucking his fingers clean. He pats your jaw, laughing as he goes to poke and fiddle with your lips.

“It’s a shame you’re a little good-for-nothing whore, you look so pretty when you follow my orders.”

He pushes you off his lap, your body making a loud thud once it meets the floor. You kneel in front of him, holding your hand out to unzip his flyer, he stops you,

“Not now, I still have work to do. I can take care of it myself. Besides, those lips don’t deserve to be anywhere near my dick, anyway.”

You keep your eyes low as you pick yourself up. Your legs shaking as you open the door, you look up to see if Rohan is watching you. He isn’t. He’s back to drawing again. You sigh stepping out back to your room.

“Make sure you close the door behind you.” he calls out.

You oblige.

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A/N: Now I usually don’t write these at the end of my scenarios but holy shit! Did you guys like it? This is my first time writing dubcon and I’m kind of proud of myself. Obviously I’m still learning but I think it’s one of the best writings I’ve done in a while. Anyway, if you’re reading this know that both sfw and nsfw scenarios are still available to request! Thanks for reading x

[we-love-imagines]

I love your blog!! Can I get some Giorno bf hcs?

Aw, Thanks! While this post doesn’t contain any major spoilers for part 5, these hcs are set after it ends when Giorno is a little older. I tagged for spoilers just in case! Enjoy!

Giorno Boyfriend Hcs

~Giorno is definitely the type of guy to know what you’re feeling before you do. He is so comically good at reading your emotions, it’s baffling. There’s also no hiding things from him; if you have a secret or surprise in the works, he’s gonna sniff it out in no time.

~If you work within Passione, Giorno will use his power as the Don to straight-up fire you. Don’t worry, there’s no malice behind it- he’s doing it to protect you. He knows being the significant other of the Don puts a massive target on your back, so he tries to remove you from any situations that could put you in danger. He’ll even send security detail with you if you go out into town without him. He’s so fiercely overprotective of you that it can be suffocating at times. If you get huffy about no longer being able to go on missions, he’ll let you help him out with paperwork. If you insist on staying in the line of action, he’ll let you be a personal bodyguard of his. Though, secretly, he does it keep his eye on you.

~Such a big cuddler! After a long day or at the start of a lazy morning, Giorno loves to curl up and hold you close. He’s also very touch-starved, so if you hug him back in any capacity, he’ll eat it up. He tends to take on the big-spoon roll, but on especially hard days, he just wants to put his head in your lap and sleep.

~The first time you big-spooned him, he probably cried.

~Giorno finds it hard to accept that he was wrong. He’s a natural leader, and usually makes the right call when it comes to tough choices, but it’s difficult for him to admit that he made a mistake. He’s just so used to hearing “Yes, Boss,” and “Right away, Don Giovanna,” after proposing an idea. When fights occur, he tends to dig in his heels and deny any wrongdoing on his part until he truly sees how much he’s messed up. The one thing he will never budge on is your safety- as strict as it may be, it’s all for your sake.

~Giorno is not a talkative person- unless he is with you. He sees his partner as a confidant of sorts, someone he can be himself around and share his thoughts with. While he’ll certainly try and hide the more traumatic and shady parts of his life, he’ll definitely come vent to you after a busy day. He’d also be more inclined to speak on his interests around you, and he’ll rant and rave about various plants and animals he finds fascinating.

~Look. Giorno has had crushes before, but becoming Don of the Mafia at age 15 keeps you busy. He’s never had the proper time for a relationship before. While he’s certainly charming, with his well-kept appearance and calm voice that would put anyone at ease, he isn’t very smooth. While Bruno can make you melt with just his words alone, Giorno definitely needs some practice. It’s not that he’s bad, he’s just new to the game and tends to go overboard a bit!

~Giorno loves the domestic lifestyle. When you two decide to move in together, he’ll be over the moon. His childhood was rough, and he never truly felt like he had a happy home to go back to, but having someone to do cute little household activities with changes that. You show him what he missed during his lonely childhood- sticky notes on his desk reminding him to not work too hard, longing kisses before long trips away, and the warm feeling of snuggling together in PJs. While it’s hard to live the more traditional, homey domestic lifestyle when you have waitstaff and chefs at your beck and call, it’s truly comforting knowing that you two have made a home together.

~The type of guy who would be thinking about marriage a month into a relationship. It may be that he’s a tad naïve and new to romance, but he falls hard! He’s not stupid enough to propose that soon, but know that he’s more inclined to rush things with you. At least you know he’s in it for the long haul!

~When it comes to kids, Giorno would be frightened- he doesn’t want to repeat the mistakes of the people who brought him into this world. However, after seeing how well you two adjust to domesticity, his strong convictions will kick in soon enough. He wants to prove to the world that he’s more than his lineage; if he brings someone into the world, he’d give them the best life he possibly could despite his own family’s failures.

~Spoils you rotten. Why wouldn’t he? He’s probably the wealthiest man in all of Italy! While he definitely takes you on expensive dates and trips, he loves giving you pricey clothes and jewelry. He knows he’s got style, and he likes the ‘power couple’ aura you both give off when you both enter a room looking like royalty.

~Golden Experience (and by extension, GER) are gonna be all over you. The Stand itself suits itself well towards romantic situations- making flowers and butterflies appear out of thin air helps Giorno create an instant amorous atmosphere. When he was first starting to woo you, he made so many roses with GE that you weren’t able to carry them all! His Stand doesn’t appear often, but it’s very sweet with you if you can see it. It likes to make things easier for you, like transforming something heavy you’re carrying into cute little dragonflies.

~If you can’t see GE, I don’t think Giorno is ever going to tell you about his Stand. He might just tell you he’s a magician; Giorno loves seeing the awe on your face whenever he does a little ‘magic trick’ and makes a bouquet appear from seemingly thin air. Eventually, he may come around and tell you- but for now, your boyfriend is a magic man.

~Giorno may be a little inexperienced, but his overabundance of care and affection for you makes up for that in full!

More JJBA Boyfriend HCs!

Jotaro

Rohan

Bruno

[sentofight]

@psychcdelica​ asked this two million years ago:   What made Falco start killing criminals in your personal opinion as a Falco RPer

[ [ and i forgot to answer this despite having this in my drafts lmao. i’m sorry;;

As I already talked about before Hayato’s situation in the orphanage, it left a huge scar and impression on adults. You could say that it developed a sense of statistics to him--out of ten adults, one is a good adult. And he carried this thought with him as he enrolled into the Police Academy. It kind of festered in him seeing how some cadets only here for the fame and glory, for their names to be known and not actually doing good work. The adults--older veteran policemen and supervisors who turned a blind eye on some of the unjust happening inside the academy and outside when they were doing their field world. 

Each day the hatred festered even more in his heart. Though it cannot be denied that he met good people, if he can label them that the like of Shizue (Boss). Her genuine wish to climb the ladder and be effective in her role gave him a little hope that it is not futile to believe some people can work a change in this world. However, his kind of change is a drastic one. He cannot wait for people to be held accountable, get trailed, and then sentenced and placed in jail where they belong. Trashes need to be taken out quickly or their smell will rotten the whole place. His justice is swift. That’s what he believes in. 

His first taste of this swift justice to quote the wiki because ..im lazy.

In the following years, Yagyu continued his work as a detective. One day, he pursued a criminal to the Harbor Warehouse District, a man wanted for the assault and murder of multiple women. While Yagyu held him at gunpoint, the man taunted him about his connections that would allow him to escape hospitals and return to his life of crime. Though the criminal was unarmed, Yagyu shot him repeatedly on the spot. The case eventually went to trial, and the police, fearing it would cause a scandal, fabricated evidence to have it ruled as self-defense

and  when he returned back to work, something just awakened in him. Why .... why not? Why not just kill them on the spot? Why wait for a court order when they are guilty? From there, he tried to make their deaths more ...on the accident part. If he was found out that he was behind them then he would not be able to continue his job. The record was 17 criminal until his acts were busted by the Kumakuras. 

His Self-righteous justice came to an end when he messed with the wrong people--the Kumakuras lead by Rohan. To cut the story short, he was forced to work as an assassin for them or he would have died. Weighing the options, it will ruin his plans if he died so ...he had to chose working as an assassin. 

His sense of justice might have skewed due to working for the Kumakuras, his strong wish to execute fair justice remained somewhere in his heart. Which is seen when he became Kaname Date. Even if he had amnesia, something inside of him kept propelling him towards doing the right thing. and with Boss around, she made sure he does not steer away back into that dangerous lane again. 

So TDLR: he was abused since he was literally a baby, grow to hate how people abuse their powers and hurt others, vowed to become someone who would stop this and eventually too much power got over his head to exact justice by his own hands which led him to become an assassin for a mafia group. he got shot, fell in love with a crazy lady, instantly adopted her daughter, *insert zelda heart pieces jingle* he now acquired a piece of a heart. forced to swap bodies, saw the woman he loved got shot. lost again. lost his body yet again, trapped in a psycho’s head. lost his memories. new life but feels missing. nagging annoying AI in his eye. Overly sexual boss ready to strip him with her eyes smh. coworker who ogles him too. wow suddenly now he has a daughter. surprise what is fatherhood? supposedly good friend’s wife dies then he follows now he is officially the dad. trauma tm moment. 

h e h.    

[fmdrohan]

hello, hi ! 👋🏽  i hope this introduction post finds everyone well. ♡ i’m no one new to these parts, but for those of you who don’t know me, you can call me alé. i’m 21+, use he/him pronouns, and i’m the current typist for aria’s main vocalist, nina seo, & now, i’m bringing you all yet another muse. so, without further delay, i’d love to introduce you to brand-new creation of mine called 𝖞𝖔𝖔 𝖗𝖔𝖍𝖆𝖓. he is knight’s main dancer, sub vocalist, and rapper, as well as their currently marketed “sexy” member. outside of his career, he’s honestly just one big douche-bag skater kid that seeks cheap thrills, and who wants to do nothing more than put a smile on your face... even if causes him trouble sometimes. more info about him is below the cut, so please like this to plot ! ♡ tumblr im’s or discord by request.✨ 

𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞.

born in seoul, south korea, to a working class, christian family.

mom was a manager at a local restaurant, dad worked at a law firm.

both of them were busy all the time; they lived paycheck-to-paycheck.

he didn’t get much attention at home, so he sought it out at school.

there, he was known as a a huge “class clown” or “class daredevil.”

all he wanted was to put smiles on people’s faces and push limits.

did he end up in the principal’s office a lot? YES, that was his “brand.”

as he got older, his class clownery turned to pranks and thrill-seeking.

he also became HELLA interested in skateboarding and parkour lmao.

rohan felt as if he wasn’t living if he wasn’t on constantly on the edge.

he’s broken a few bones, endured tons of scrapes, but never gives in

this, obviously, didn’t please his mother and father... they were just busy.

too busy to reprimand him and care—rohan got away with a loooot of shit.

he didn’t start receiving discipline until he was scouted by bc entertainment.

despite his messy hair, distinct style, and overall vibe, he fit the bill somehow.

the two years he spent in practice changed him a little as a person; for better.

he found a new love in dancing, and he was naturally pretty great at it tbh.

his background made him extremely coordinated, flexible, and really strong.

his fearlessness made him bold enough to try out new moves or stunts.

two years later, he débuted as a main dancer and kept his impulses at bay.

this isn’t exactly what he saw himself doing in life, but he wasn’t mad at it.

over time, his image began to shift into sexier and “stud-lier” territory.

his outfits became more revealing and he was treated differently in public.

this... fucks him up a lot because it’s the exact opposite of how he is.

he’s just some skater / parkour punk that gives off dumb big bro vibes.

how on earth do they expect him to be portray and convey sexy 24/7?

as this is more of a “job” to him than passion, he does what they tell him to.

so long as his checks get signed and he accumulates wealth, he’s good.

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞.

as mentioned above, rohan gives off very douchey “big brother” vibes.

he’ll pick on you, tease you, pull pranks on you, etc. all in the name of fun.

he’ll go too far sometimes, and he’ll feel bad, but has “no regrets.” 😎  lol.

lowkey loooves anime and draws his own bad sketches; also into sci-fi.

underneath the dumb, douchebag exterior is just a big ol’ nerd, that’s all.

if you’re a cute guy, he’ll DEFINITELY flirt with you—taken or not taken lol.

he’s someone that hasn’t really let being an idol ruin his personal life tbh??

he still does whatever the fuck he wants within the constraints of his contract.

though, whenever he gets “bored,” he does things he’s not supposed to.

bc entertainment’s warned him of being careful not to injure himself, but...

i don’t really think he cares at this point in his career; he likes more freedom.

little random, but he loooves underground / indie rock music and rap, too.

one of those assholes that doesn’t really listen to any other idol music lmao.

to be fair though, he’s not really a massive fan of knight’s music either. 😁

he just sings or raps whatever they tell him to and rolls with the punches.

lowkey wants to take up tattooing and graffiti at some point, he’s that guy.

loooves to talk and meet new people, even if they find him a li’l annoying.

whenever he’s stressed, angry, upset, hungry... he shows it with aggression.

it’s never gotten intense much, but he’s not much of a sensitive “crier” yk.

there’s more of him for me to discover as time goes on, so that’s it for rn!

𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙-𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘.

no plots page yet, sry :/// i’ve been a little busy this week rip.

some ideas will be below though so lmk if they appeal to you!

one, he’s definitely known to ghost people, so... maybe your muse is one of ‘em? like, this would be locked to males in the lgbt community, but you know. give him some really awkward encounters to make him feel like shit for ditching you after tons of sweet talk. sad thing is, he’s aware of it, and it’s mostly because of his schedule, but also ??? he’s just having fun, you know. he doesn’t wanna get tied down to anything right now.

two, maybe that ONE GIRL he tried to fuck with at the beginning of his career. while he knows he’s always been attracted to men, i think he would’ve convinced himself to at least try it out with a woman to make sure he wasn’t also interested in them, too. he’s a MASSIVE flirt and sweet talker, definitely made her feel special, but like... it never really went anywhere because... he just wasn’t into it, but didn’t wanna make her mad lmao. clearly ended up in a break-up and it could be both an ugly or pretty ending imo idk.

three, i’d DIE if other muses in famed were super into skating, or anime, or really any of his interests, too, and they’ve formed a “club” of sorts? just your local band o’ dirtbags who get together and fuck shit up a little bit here and there. i feel like this could be open to anyone who shares any of his interests tbh ??? maybe closer to his age is preferred, but honestly, i’m here to discuss whatever! i’m all for compromises and shit tbh.

four, maybe someone’s he’s lowkey seeing ( male, male-presenting lock ) that he’s really vibing with, but he just can’t... feasibly reason why he should have a bf right now. he’s got a lot going on, so he’s kind of a flake, but at the same time, he doesn’t intend to be an asshole to them. they’re maybe one of the only people he’s “softer” with. can end up romantic or platonic depending on how they handle it together, me thinks!

five, a dance partner or two would be pretty cool tbh! he’s not a dancer first, so he likes to dance with other people who are passionate about it to learn from ‘em. he can handle his own with choreography, but doesn’t have his own distinct style, so he’d really appreciate all the help he can get in becoming better ig? all in the name of work!

six, maybe a person who fucking HAAAATES him because they find him really annoying and super douchey, so they just... avoid him at all costs. however, he kinda picks up on the fact that they avoid him, so he pesters them even worse, which doesn’t end well... ever. this is definitely more open to anyone tbh and we can plan as we go!

seven, flipside where it’s someone that he CAN’T stand because he finds them really persnickety, snobby, and rude as fuck. if there’s one thing he hates A LOT, it’s bratty rich kids with silver spoons in their mouths. like, if this was a “the outsiders” verse, he’d be a greaser 1000000%, not a soc. lmao. he’d butt-heads with this person a fuck-ton.

eight, however many guys wanna piece of him, he’s happy to have a catalogue of fwb’s he calls on. he’s definitely not someone who says no to a good time, and he can act like a perfect boyfriend if that’s what you want. sadly, this’ll always be a temporary game. any of these fwb’s can go in many directions and can be plotted out individually!

nine, the age old question... “who’s your ideal type?” under pressure, he said you as a joke ( because of this, it could be male or female ) and now, fans of your respective groups ship you two together all the time. it’s a little awkward, and you two haven’t really talked about it much, but here you are... at a shared event sitting next to each other. how do you handle it? what do you do? is it awkward or all in good fun?

ten, someone who kinda hates that he doesn’t really take being an “idol” all the serious. he’s got a lot of shit on his bucket list he wants to do and he doesn’t let fame fuck with that, so he’s careless. he didn’t go into this business because of passion, it’s just where he ended up. your muse doesn’t like that, and thinks people like him are lazy as fuck.

[birdwonder]

Not sure if you’ll allow this or not but I’ll try. Before Christmas is over and I’m officially late. How about Josuke, Kakyoin and senku (see? Since it’s from more than one fandom dunno if it’s alright) where their friend is working on Christmas decorations and suddenly picks them up and when they ask “what are you doing” they just respond with “putting the star on the Christmas tree.” (If the multiple fandom thing messes with the master list you can drop senku :3)

|| you, my friend, have saved me in the way the way that because i dont have time to write a christmas special - i answered your’s before the day ended to be one instead ! and also because i wanted to write smth for Kakyoin and Senku but didn’t have the ideas :D i dont mind doing multifandom requests ! though im going to put Senku in my next post, separately so i hope that’s ok ! this took a whole day to write since its Christmas so i’ve been busy so i hope the poor quality isn’t too bad ! [ btw theyre all sort of romantic to some extent ? i hope thats ok ! ]

Josuke + Kakyoin | Christmas Tree Decorating

Noriaki Kakyoin

“Oh honey, could you pass me the red bauble please?”

When the words reached his ears, Kakyoin raised his head from the box he was shuffling through and nodded in response to the request his wife had made. “No problem,” he curtly said, picking up the aforementioned decoration and standing up to hand it over to the shorter lover, smiling when you gave him your own grin.

Decorating the Christmas tree was a special tradition between the two of you since it gave a sense of family within your home and allowed you to bond both in silence and verbally whenever one of you made a silly comment or cracked a small joke.

Nimble fingers carefully took the fragile ball and hooked it’s string onto the evergreen’s branch, it’s evergreen aspect coming from the fact it was artificial, something Kakyoin and you decided would be the best choice financially and it would make things infinitely more convenient than going out every year to try and fit a large tree into a car. As you pulled away from the tree, arms wrapped around your torso and the red headed man rested his chin upon your shoulder, humming in content at the hard work you two poured into turning the once plain tree into a true Christmas living room centre piece.

“It’s just perfect, you did so well,” Kakyoin praised, turning his face a little to press a kiss upon your cheek to further his compliment. You then turned your own head turned to the side to kiss Kakyoin fully, tired fingers stroking over his pale cheek that was accustomed to your gentle affections and welcoming touch.

“Hush you, you did as much as me! I would still be working on this thing if I didn’t have my wonderful husband to help me.” You exalterd, removeing your hand from him by dragging your fingertips from his cheek down to his jaw, moving your body away from his so that you could place your hands on your hips in a determined manner. You then added, “we’re not done yet, though!”

“What do you mean?” Kakyoin tilted his head to the side, looking the tree up and down to attempt to understand. Baubles? Check. Tinsel? Check. Lights? Check. There wasn’t a single free space for anything more on the tree so he was struggling to see what else you could want really.

“Kakyoin don’t you see?” You jokingly scolded, pointing upwards, “we haven’t added the star yet!”

The ex-Crusader made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, almost slapping a hand over his face over his mistake. The star! How could he forget? It was only the most satisfying thing to add to the tree, especially when you both spent hours a couple of years ago choosing the perfect one. You both had almost settled on angel instead because choosing a star was strangely difficult, though you both realised that a winged person would take even longer to pick.

“Of course! Sorry about that,” he chuckled, albeit a little nervously due to his mistake, “let me put it up then.” With that, he swooped down to pick you up into his arms, arms around the back of your knees and the side of his face resting against your stomach until he look up to see your face with a mixed expression of shock and confusion.

“Honey, what are you doing?” You gasped, momentarily worried that you would fall back against the tree until you realised that Kakyoin was both too strong and reliable for that. Still, you were perplexed as to why he had picked you up.

“Well, you are my star, so it’s fitting if we put you up there.”

Kakyoin gave you the sweetest look, eyes soft with love while you stared back with wide eyes and heart skipping a beat. “Noriaki... You’re so lame.~”

Your husband then gasped at that, letting you down and mocking a look of hurt. “How could you? After I gave you all my love in one sentence!” His uncharacteristic offence over your words made you giggle and led you to give him a sweet kiss, which quickly made up for your insult.

“Come on you big cherry baby, we got a star to put up.”

“‘Big cherry baby’ ? Really?”

“You know it!”

Josuke Higashikata

It was your duty to decorate the school’s christmas tree this year, and luckily for you it wasn’t all that large either so a one man job was not impossible or too straining. You had even finished most of the tree by now, carefully plotting where to place the baubles so they were evenly spaced and wrapping around lights to make the whole thing stand out was much easier than one would have thought. The emotional reward was amazing too, knowing that you had taken up a job everyone else complained about it and refused was pretty gratifying.

Taking a step back from the tree, you admired your handy work. None of the lights were turned on but even so the tree looked immaculate! You had even hand made a couple of decorations with the help of Koichi and Rohan before hand to add to your own trees at home, so you used the spares to add a fresh look on the school’s old, reusable tree that apparently always looked the same according to the older years. Honestly if you weren’t commended publicly in the next school assembly, you would have to complain. Well, you wouldn’t because that would be pompous and bit too much effort, but you knew you deserved at least some praise from the staff who should really be the ones doing all the work.

Still, there was something off about the tree, as though you had forgotten something...

Ah, the star!

How could you forget the most important and noticeable thing of all? You knocked your knuckles onto the top of your head for being so mindless before moving over to a couple of boxes, rummaging through a few until you found the gold painted star, the sides perfectly coated with silver glitter to make the whole thing pop. “There we go, now if I’m not mistaken you belong up there, Mr Star,” you giggle, mumbling to yourself in the most dorkiest way that you were glad no one was in the immediate vicinity to overhear you.

The tree may not have been colossal however it wasn’t easy to reach the top, so a teacher had given you a stool to stand upon when need be, not that you trusted it to support you whole heartedly. Stepping onto the stool, you balanced on your tiptoes to help you lean up and place the star on the top of the tree, something that was proving to be more difficult than you had expected. “Just a little further,” you urged yourself on, trying your best to reach.

You really should have expected that things were going too perfectly as a sudden crack was heard, and if you had to guess, it was from the leg of the stool.

Sucking in a harsh breath, you felt the weight of both you and the stool give out, sending you falling backwards with the star hugged close to your chest to keep it from breaking. Your priorities really weren’t in order.

As all good stories go, the pain of your back hitting the floor had never came and instead you felt firm yet comfortable arms wrap around your body. Your eyes were squeezed shut from fear of the impact, your lids remaining closed even when your were caught as a part of you assumed you just hadn’t hit the ground yet, even though the fall wasn’t nearly as long as you made it out to be in your head. You only finally opened your eyes when you heard a warm, friendly voice say, “hey, you know I caught you right? You can open your eyes!”

You peaked from under your eye lids to see the familiar face of Josuke, a wide grin on his face like he was proud that he had caught you just in the nick of time, and his whole face was lit up like a Christmas tree. Speaking of actually.

“Ah, thank you so much Josuke!” You hugged him as best as you could while being held in a bridal style and holding onto the star, pressing your cheek against his to which his own turned pink slightly, a laugh escaping him. It really was a good thing he had caught you or else who knows what could have happened? If the star broke the school staff would sure be against you.

“It’s no problem, I’m glad I came to see how you were doing now! Guess you could say I’m your knight in shining armour,” Josuke teased, making you laugh along with him. It was clear that no matter what, he really had a gift for making you ten times happier than before. “I guess I can,” you responded, looking over to the now broken and fallen stool, trailing your eyes up to the top of the tree and groaning. “That’s just great, there’s no way I can put the star up now!”

Your distressed tone made Josuke frown a little. He didn’t really see why it would be such a big deal, especially when it was the staff’s fault for giving you a stool with rotting wood legs and it wasn’t like it should be your job to decorate the tree. Lazy bastards.

Then, he had an idea. He placed you down onto the floor to which you thanked him for until you yelped out in surprise. With a mischievous sounding chuckle, Josuke’s hands grabbed your hips from behind and he squatted down. You turned your head to give him a questioning look and only got a wink in return, your body suddenly being hoisted up up so that you were sitting on Josuke’s shoulders, a leg on either side of his head. “J-Josuke! What are you doing?!”

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious [F/N]? I’m helping you put the star up on the tree,” he replied, his words coming out much smoother than they usually did, almost as though he was flirting with you. You flustered a little at the thought though you were unsure why, he was just helping you out! It wasn’t like he was insinuating anything or even praising you after all.

Once again, you meekly thanked him and gripped the base of the star, slotting the hole underneath it onto the top spike of the pine tree with caution, praying that nothing broke or that you made him uncomfortable by having to lean forwards. “There! The job is done and I don’t have to spend a second longer on this tree,” you proudly declared, expecting some sort of congratulations from the highschooler beneath you. After a long pause, you spoke again, “uh, you can put me down now Josuke.”

“Hm? Oh sorry, I thought we weren’t done yet, since y’know, you’re the star here.” He said, his flirty tone returning with a hint of comedy in it, probably because he couldn’t even take himself seriously in the currenr situation.

You almost choked at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks and you whacked the pompadour that blocked your ability to see his face. “Josuke, that was so cheesy! Just put me down already and help me clean up!”

“Ok, ok, whatever you say lil’ star,” he teased, crouching down to let you jump off his shoulders and giving you a side hug afterwards. “You have to admit though, that was pretty smooth.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudged him with a smile before pushing him away towards the pile of empty boxes that once hosted the large amount of decorations you used, “yeah sure, whatever you say Casanova, let’s just get to work.”

[denicdlife-a]

Morality Headcanons

【☆】It’s that time again where I dish out some small headcanons about my muse as I’m too lazy to genuinely write proper in depth ones and need to get the ideas out. May not make sense but I once again needed to write these bad boys down so I can hopefully expand on and write them properly one day.

Considering Rohan is a Machine, realistically, he has no morals. This is technically not a good thing for an Android such as himself to have. His views are skewed in a sense. He knows what is considered right and wrong but it does not mean he himself will perform actions that will be deemed ‘right’ 

He is a an Android that was designed originally for the military and to an extent to work for the police. He needed limited morality so that he could do what he was designed for efficiently which is completing his missions at hand.

Related to missions, they always take priority. The mission will always take priority over everything else. 

If he has a partner, he’s more likely to leave you behind or hanging of an edge of a building if you got pushed. You are no concern to him, he does not care for your well being unless it is vital and necessary to his mission.

It should be noted that if he has to he will hurt, maim and even kill if need be if someone gets in his way of completing his mission.

This does mean he will hurt, maim and even kill a child if they get in his way. He does not care for them if they are not important to the mission. If they get in his way? Then their safety is not guaranteed.

This also extends to animals as well. If need be he will take them out if they get in his way or risk compromising his position during a mission.

Killing is easy for him to do, he doesn’t feel guilt over taking an individuals life, human, animal or Android. To him they’re all the same. Just things that will either compromise his mission or be considered useful in completing said mission.

This does mean that being close with him is a big risk, especially if you are a Deviant or a Predecessor. Considering he is constantly refusing the orders that relate to destroying someone if either of these factors take place, there is always the chance he may not be able to ‘disobey’ and end up killing someone he considered ‘useful’.

In short, Rohan is a killing Machine and has no issues of killing to achieve his goals no matter who or what you are. 

[quirrel]

I have some Jojo aus I’d really like to work on but I’m too busy or too lazy to do it so I’m just gonna dump them here (My English is terrible so please be nice asdfasdf)

Passione Dance Academy AU (Gionara) (All of them are two years older than they are in canon)

Note: I know nothing how dance academies work and I gotta learn before I write this but here’s what I got so far

Bruno and Abbacchio are teachers, Bruno teaches breakdance/hip hop and Abbacchio teaches ballet, they’re roommates, they’re not together as a couple yet but it’s mostly because Abba is a dumbass

Narancia lives with his uncle Formaggio (yes, uncle), they started to live together after Narancia’s mother died and his father neglected him, they don’t hate each other but Formaggio doesn’t really stay at home enough time to bond with Narancia, they also have like 5 cats

Fugo lives with Bruno and Abbacchio after his parents threw him away, but surprise! Fugo’s grandma is alive and well and she sends him cash for stuff he needs, she also visits him every now and then so his family won’t find out

Mista lives alone in a tiny apartment, he befriended the family of 6 mice that live in the air vent

Trish is the daughter of the headmaster Diavolo, they don’t really bond too much and mostly spends her time with her uncle Vinnegar

Giorno was adopted by Jonathan and Erina when he was 8 after Dio disappeared, he has a decent relationship with them and the rest of the Joestar but addresses Jonathan and Erina as his uncle and aunt rather and not as his parents (This will change as the story progresses)

Mista, Fugo, and Narancia study with Bruno while Giorno and Trish study with Abbacchio

I’m not really sure how the story would go because I want drama and romance and goofiness in it, I just know the three nerds saw Giorno and Trish in a performance made by the school, they don’t really talk to each other until one day after classes the three nerds see Trish throwing hands with a dumbass (she was winning) and they go help her to take him down, she’s still a bit shaken after it so they ask her if she wants company till her uncle comes and gets her, that’s how their friendship starts, she mostly visits him in their classroom because her classes finish first, she knew Bruno because he visits her ballet classes to see Abbachio so he lets her stay and see the class, but one day she has to stay late fo rehearse some things with her classmates so the three nerds go to her class instead, that’s when they meet Giorno (Fugo already knew him, he also knew Trish too but only from sight cause they used to attend the same school), Narancia already thought Giorno’s perfomance was good in that show the school had but seeing it closer he thought it was the most beautiful thing he could’ve seen, thus start Narancia’s crush on Giorno and the shenanigans of a bunch of friends who love to dance

Also, I might involve mafia things in here too but I’m not sure yet asdasdfa

Reimi survived Kira’s attack AU 

Everything is the same AU except Reimi never died

She was attacked by Kira, yes, but she and Rohan managed to survive, she has ugly scars in her back but that’s only it

Arnold also survives but he dies of old age

They never got to see Kira’s face, after leaving the hospital they stayed in Morioh for a couple of years and so, she still was Rohan’s babysitter, also baby Rohan considered Reimi his hero

Reimi still was a nervous wreck after the attack, so her parents decided to move from Morioh, it made baby Rohan sad but she and Reimi became pen pals for a while until their lifestyles started to take away their time to write cards

Reimi’s will to survive and strength to continue with her life after the attack gave her a stand, I still don’t have a name for it but it works like the cursed alley of Morioh, if Reimi is standing in a closed space/hallway she can activate her stand and drag someone’s soul to wherever the cursed hallway sends them

She became a private investigator and helped to solve a lot of cases, she also became some sort of vigilante, saving people with her stand

Years later she got a card from Rohan, where he told her he was moving to Morioh and would like to catch up with her, Reimi is happy to hear about her old friend, but also worried, because of all the disappearances in Morioh, she believes it might be connected to the one who attacked her when she was younger, so she takes this as an excuse to not only visit Rohan but to find out the truth about all the disappearances

She appears a bit after Rohan is introduced, I don’t know, I just like the idea of Rohan having an actual person he cares about, she’s like a big sister figure to him and everyone is super confused, Rohan is supposed to hate everyone and everything, seeing him getting along with a nice and gentle woman is so weird and confusing. I also like the idea of Reimi being super disappointed on him for treating everyone in Morioh the way he does. Rohan also never uses Heaven’s door on Reimi, not only due to respect to her (and because it gives them time to sit down and talk) but because he believes she knows nothing about stands, Reimi also doesn’t know everyone else has stands but she eventually finds out before Rohan can even tell her lol, also everyone else in Morioh never tells her Rohan also has a stand

The arc with Cheap Trick happens like it does but Reimi helps Rohan, finally revealing her stand to him (Rohan: You had a stand this whole time?! | Koichi: Wait, you didn’t know? | Rohan: DID YOU TELL KOICHI FIRST AND NOT ME?! | Reimi: Actually uh, everyone else knows about it | Rohan: *BETRAYED GASP*) Reimi also reveals her true intention for coming back to Morioh, so she finally informs the gang about the things she had been investigating

Touhou AU

Everyone has cute puffy dresses, Idk I just wanna draw the Jojo characters with Touhou aesthetics and all that jazz

Giorno is helped by a small kid the same way he helped that gangster when he was younger AU  (All of them are seven years older than they are in canon) (I’m tempted to make it Gionara but I’m not really sure)

I’m not sure how it happens yet, but it happens, except Giorno is more present in that kid’s life and in the end he adopts the kid and everyone loves the small child *cries*

The entire Stone Ocean Story except Annasui is a woman and is actually nicer AU

Let’s call her Anne Sue to not make it too complicated

She ended up in jail after killing her ex-boyfriend, it was in self-defense but she panicked and ended up stabbing him more than she originally intended to, the jury ended up sending her to jail because of it

She and Jolyne don’t get along at first but after defeating their first enemy together they become friends, and as the story progresses they fall in love

She’s actually nicer and not creep like Annasui, she and F.F. become besties, Weather and her are like siblings, she also gets along with Hermes but there’s some rivalry between them after they both ended up in a tie after a competition of who can eat more chillis

She can be a bit bad tempered, especially when a situation becomes more and more stressful, but she’s usually good at keeping herself focused until whatever was going on is done

She likes to dismantle things too

She panics when she meets Jotaro and blurts out “Please let me marry your daughter!” Then regrets it because she never properly confessed to Jolyne before lmao

Jojo Macross AU (SheiTrish) (All of them are three years older than they are in canon)

I,,,,,,,,, Really love Macross Frontier,,,,,,

Trish is a famous Pop Star known across the entire universe, her stage name is “Mafia Queen” or something like that, her aesthetic changes a lot

Sheila E. is a pilot in training along Fugo, Mista and Narancia, they took the job to be in Trish’s concert so they can fly around and do some air acrobatics

Pericolo is Trish’s manager and he wants Trish to interact with more people her age in a normal way so he asks Sheila E. and the three nerds to hang out with Trish

Everything is a mess, not only the guys managed to embarrass themselves in front of Trish, they kinda made her uncomfortable, so Sheila (who hasn’t spoken too much from the beginning) ask Trish if she wanna go somewhere else without the nerds, Trish accepts and so they leave them behind

Sheila sends them a text later so they won’t worry (Also because she needs the job and doesn’t want Pericolo to think she kidnapped Trish)

The girls have fun and that's how the story starts

I still don’t have much on this one, except later in the story they find out Trish’s voice has the same power Ranka’s voice had and she ends up helping the pilots in order to defeat the [Enemy Alien space of turn] 

[girlbookwrm]

i can’t believe i’m doing this

@jhscdood​ listen i got No Time to write the fics for this right now, but have some Fellowship of the Pod People (but not like that) Headcanons.

@ all of the rest of you, please for Eru’s sake help yourselves: literally nothing would make me happier than to have someone else write this shit so i could read it like the lazy asshole i am.

None of this will make a DAMN LICK OF SENSE if you aren’t familiar with the Not Your Mama’s ABO Clownfish AU that @silentwalrus1​ created with @skellerbvvt​ and @galwednesday​ in the Magnificently Weird MCU Stucky Gem Scents & Sensibility 

shit this got hella long don’t look at me but please all feel free to correct/expand/modify because I just whipped these off to decompress after a long day

The Númenóreans are responsible for all that “reef” “pod” and assorted “fishy” terminology, so while “pod” “reef” etc may be the accepted academic names, they’re often replaced with local variants and colloquialisms. The Númenóreans picked this linguistic quirk up from the sea-obsessed Noldor elves, so it’s sometimes used in Rivendell and Lothlorien too.

(The Sindar elves fucking hate that)

(Sindar use bee euphemisms instead. It’s all “hives” and “skeps” etc etc etc. Try to tell me Thranduil isn’t a Queen Bee. I FUCKIN DARE U. The wine is all honey mead. Hex honeycomb aesthetic for the win. Even the dungeons.)

(FYI Dwarves ALSO have a Hexagonal Aesthetic and that just Really Gets Thranduil’s Goat.)

everyone’s got their own local names for alphas and omegas too because seriously who fucking came up with that, i bet there’s a whole appendix at the end of the red book about terminology and shit

(Now I’m having meta thoughts about linguistics and there being a clownfish!Tolkien to go with the clownfish!Middle Earth. And now I’m thinking about the Inklings being a pod and if i follow THAT rabbit hole any further I’ll fu cki ng  AS C E N DHJKfghjk.)

Anyway

Men smell gross. Everyone else is agreed upon this. Unflattering comparisons to badgers and weasels have been made.

This makes “MANFLESH” 12000% more hilarious ur welcome

it’s funny cuz Men are big into perfumes. Incense! Herb Sachets! Oils and tinctures! Have you ever seen a olde tyme perfumers’ box? That kinda shit. Everyone has their Signature Smell.

but elves especially are like you still smell like man stop trying to hide it.

The Dúnedain embrace The Musk. (some have fully weaponized it)

this is very important: Aragorn Smells Amazing. (to be clear, still very Man Smelling, but awesome. first time he goes all I AM UR KING everyone in the throne room goes a little glassy eyed.)

Minas Tirith, being old, is very Old Numenorean Oceanic Aesthetic. Give me all that white stone carved to look like coral and driftwood holy shit YES. 

WHITE! TREE!! GARDEN!!! 

ATHELAS!!!! SCENTED!!!!! EVERYTHING!!!!!! (pairs well with lemon and other citrus smells.)

veering away from Gondor now

The Rohirrim stick with horse metaphors because of course they fucking do. Also, since they’re more nomadic, the entire concept of a “reef” as in a physical structure is kind of ??????? to them. So. “Reefs” = “herds” and “pods” = “bands.” 

Fresh Hay is considered to be Peak Homely Smell in Edoras. Tapestries! Only The Softest and Nicest and Most Beautifully Tooled leather! leather smells!

OH SHIT GIVE ME ALPHA-FOR-LIFE-EOWYN MEETING FOREVER!OMEGA FARAMIR *HEAVY BREATHING*

(oh shit while we’re in the neighborhood, Dúnedain Rangers tend to be solitary As, which spooks the natives like whoa, but the Ithilien Rangers are generally O, and their waterfall hideout is totes a big ole reef.)

hang on i forgot about elves

Listen, I’m not super into elves myself but I’m imagining that they are perpetually switching back and forth between A and O depending on the day — nay, the HOUR — and the extremes between A and O are much less extreme for them than other races.

Every other race finds this super weird and disturbing.

Legolas is like “hm this forest is making me feel very O.” And Aragorn and Gimli are just like ‘what’ and then suddenly Leggy smells very O too and Aragorn and Gimli are like ‘WHAT’

Feänor is the exception. He turned the dial all the way to A and broke the goddamn knob off.

Galadriel can go from Maximum Softe O to Roid Rage A in .0004 seconds. “iiiinstead of a dark lord yyYYOU WOULD HAVE A QUEEEEEEN!!!1!” and the Hobbits are literally bowled over.

Elves in general smell woody but also very ocean-y i think? Have you ever stood in a pine forest by the ocean, where you get those light, clean wood and cedar and pine smells all shot through with sea breeze? Like That.

But elves are more into visual/audio. Soft singing. Leaves moving in the breeze. The whisper of pages in a library. 

and the light. Elves are lighting wizards, they are all about that gentle starglow.

(I’m also having thoughts about the Lothlorien Elves embracing that A-ish urge to be Up High. A holdover from Galadriel’s time with the feanoreans? I'm not as up on silm lore as I should be)

but let’s get back to my happy place: 

THE MUTHAFUCKIN SHIIIIIIIIRE

Hobbits really embrace dat sweet sweet O lifestyle. good food and warm hearths. throw blankets and pillows. hugging and cuddle puddles and playing footsie. gardens. Gardens. G A R D E N S. 

“Going A” is done as rarely as possible. the transition takes about a month and Hobbits who are “going A” tend to call in sick like it’s some unsightly thing. 

Tooks have an unusually high rate of going A. Of course they do.

Bilbo has never gone A. Not! Once!

Neither has Frodo.

Sam did, after the breaking of the Fellowship. Merry and Pippin did, in Fangorn, when they grew six inches. The three of them all stayed A after that, for the most part. YES EVEN SAMWISE. it was v scandalous.

Hobbit “reefs” are called “warrens” (unless ur rich, then they’re Smials and they’re Only For Family) and their “pods” are “nests.” “Nesting” is a whole Thing.

Hobbits! Smell! Like! Baked! Goods! Not sweet but like… warm. Humans sometimes turn their noses up and call it a “yeasty” or “beery” smell but it’s usually much more a rising-bread smell. Pipeweed smoke and sweet florals make a nice contrast to the perpetual bakery window smell.

Hobbits are very mouth/taste/chew oriented. Mouthfeel is a Big Deal. Recipe Books are Heirlooms. Courting is frequently Food/Drink Oriented.

Rosie Cotton brews the finest ale in all the land and she did that for the express purpose of seducing Samwise Gamgee

He Did Not Realize.

Courting that is not food/drink oriented is Flower/Plant oriented.

Sam Gamgee became the finest gardener in all the land in the desperate hope of wooing Mr. Frodo.

He Did Not Realize.

Everyone Else Realized. Merry and Pippin especially considered it Peak Comedy.

(they eventually worked it out.)

last but not least:

there’s just no way around it. Dwarves smell like dirt. nice dirt tho! Petrichor and stone with hints of copper and metals. Smoke smells. Rich spice smells. Eau de forge is considered a particularly desirable perfume. Dwarves don’t particularly notice smell though (for reasons that will become apparent) when it comes to Softe Things they’re much more about dem sweet sweet sparklies, and fur, and being super fucking tactile.

Dwarves are SUPER into haircare, like, every night the Company of Thorin makes a braid circle and exchanges hair beads. 

(elves are also super into hair care. this too really Gets Tharanduil’s Goat)

Dwarf social structure is like… hobbits in reverse. They tend to default to A status, hence their general rowdiness but with strict codes of conduct to help manage conflict. They’re just these huge roving groups of A’s just rough-and-tumbling around their one O. dogpiles are peak pod bonding. aaaaand the alpha reek kind of tends to make them all a little noseblind.

Poor Bilbo.

Lucky, Lucky Bilbo.

But also poor, poor Bilbo.

Most dwarf Royals go O, but Thorin hadn’t been O since he was 24 and got chased out of Erebor by that pesky dragon.

Dwarf “reefs” and “pods” have their own terms in Khuzdul that do not translate well but have to do with crystal growth. Rough translations are “lattices” and “cells” (Hence the hexagon aesthetic)

Wizards Have No Designation. They Smell Like Gunpowder and Lightning. It Is Very Disturbing For Everyone Around Them.

A

N

Y

W

A

Y

Give me EveryoneLives!au Hobbit stuff. Bilbo trying to homely up the lonely mountain! Thorin going O and chilling the fuck out as a result! 

Give me fellowship!pod!! Aragorn is the diplomat! Pippin is the wild child! Gimli is the Adventurer! Frodo is the peacekeeper! Boromir is the den mother!

How Much More Heartrending is the Breaking of the Fellowship if the fellowship was a pod????

and then you’ve got the fractured podlings: Merry and Pippin bonding hard with their new Rohan and Gondor stress-pods. Sam going A to protect Frodo from Gollum while Frodo tries to adopt this weird frog into their pod. The Three Hunters as Nick, Nora and Nelson (Gimli is Nick, Leggy is Nora, Aragorn is Nelson.)

Give me post-war Legolas and Aragorn and Gimli (and Arwen too) breaking cultural boundaries and proving that yes! Interracial Pods Can Work! these differences are cultural, and cultures can be melded! nothing wrong with this! if half-elves exist and can have kids of their own, then elves and men are not separate species, and I’d bet a significant limb that the same is true of all the other races so

GIVE IT TO ME

ok i gotta stop now.

...

yeah there’s probably a star trek one of these coming too

kill me

(And hey jhscdood I’m not saying you have to come back at me with more lotr clownfish or ocean’s 11/Star Wars/M*A*S*H/Leverage/West Wing/whatever clownfish But I would certainly consider it a Fair Exchange if you did. MORE INSTITUTIONALIZED SOFTISM. MAXIMUM SOFT FISH FRIENDS.)

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Hello, my friends!

I hope you’re all having a great time with the holidays. I’ve been camping at my parents since before Christmas and I’m ready to go back to my own place...

I don’t have anything new to share with you all (sorry about it), so I decided to share something not so new...

The name of this fanfic is “If I close my eyes (Will I see you tonight?)”. It’s a Éomer/Lothíriel fanfic and it’s definitely not safe for work. It is hot and hot and kind of hot. At least it was the intention… lol

So anyway… It all started with dreams... Hot, intense dreams that had no place in their heads... But they just kept dreaming.

Which is a way too deep way to say that King Éomer and Princess Lothíriel have been getting some pretty hot dreams. They keep seeing themselves with the same person, over and over again.

But they don't know who they are dreaming about.

It's okay. They are about to find out.

And so are you. Careful, the next few lines are already intense ;)

Chapter 1

“Éomer!” His name was a cry of pure pleasure and it thrilled him. He made her like this, his proper lady -so quiet and soft spoken- wasn’t that quiet on their bed.

The sight of her under him was mesmerizing: her long, thick hair was spread on the pillow, the light from the candles revealing the red hidden in its dark color; her pupils were blown so wide, they almost hid the beautiful grey of her eyes; she was biting her plump lower lip, probably trying to hold back on her moans. He loved how she felt around his cock: tight, wet and so hot. She was made for him.

He thrusted hard against her, knowing she loved it by the way her thighs squeezed his hips. He watched entranced as her tits bounced with his movements. Uncappable of stopping himself, he grabbed one of them in his big hands and gave it a squeeze, before flickering the nipple with his thumb.

“Éomer.” This time she said his name in a moan.

Éomer leaned in her direction, then bit her jaw on the spot he knew it drove her crazy. “What? Too much for you, Princess?” He asked, his hips still moving against hers.

Her laughter was sultry and breathless and it almost made him spill right there. “I wouldn’t have married a Horselord if I didn’t like rough rides.”

Her words made fire run through his veins. “Minx.” He growled at her. “If a rough ride is what you wish, I’ll give you one.”

He grabbed her right leg and hooked her knee over his elbow, opening her wider to him. He pounded into her and her cries of pleasure got obscenely loud. However, Éomer didn’t care if she woke up the whole of Edoras; her cries were for him and he intended to enjoy them all.

His name became a chant on her lips as her fingers found her nub. He himself had showed her that special spot.

She peaked so beautifully that Éomer swore he saw Heaven.

***

King Éomer sat suddenly on his cot, his heart beating like he’d just finished a battle.

What had that been?

He could say it’d been a dream -since he’d been sleeping -but it’d felt so real. Too real.

It was as if he could feel the sensations on his skin -the sweat, the heat -, the smells -wax from the candles, lavender -but, most of all, he could feel her. It was like he was touching her skin, tasting her mouth; he could feel her cunt wrapping around his cock.

“Béma!” Éomer cursed as he got up from his cot.

He was rock hard and he felt like a green boy, who couldn’t even have one dream about women without risking spilling on his pants.

But… It hadn’t felt like a dream; it’d felt like a memory. A damn good one at that.

However, it wasn’t a memory, since Éomer had never seen that woman before. A shame, because she was beautiful.

Probably too beautiful for the likes of him.

Éomer shook his head, trying to disperse the self-pitying thoughts. What was wrong with him today?

He could see the grey light that announced the sun would soon be rising. His men would be up in a short time, preparing to leave.

They were getting close to Minas Tirith, on their way to Éowyn’s wedding. Éomer felt the familiar heaviness in his heart from thinking about it. He was happy for his sister -he truly was -and Faramir was a good man -he’d be hard pressed to find a better one -but it still meant his sister was going to leave him alone.

He’d be the only one left in Edoras.

At least the depressing thoughts had taken care of his erection. He was about to spend the day riding, a hard cock would be big inconvenience.

***

Lothíriel gasped as he pounded into her. Her hands had nothing to grasp -the table’s surface was too smooth -and she’d probably have bruises on her thighs from where the table’s edge was digging into them.

However, she wasn’t complaining; not with how he felt inside her -so hot, so big, so hard -or with the feeling of his breath on her neck, his hands on her hips and the sound of slapping flesh.

Heavens, that man made her wanton. And she loved it.

His hand glided over her hip bone, until he found her pearl and flickered it with his thumb.

“Oh my…” She chocked on a curse. She hadn’t become that shameless yet.

She felt the rumble of his chest against her back as he laughed. “What was that, my Lady?” He asked, his hips slowing their pumping against her, until they were just lazy movements.

“Don’t stop.” She whined.

“Why not?” He asked, his breath hot against her ear. He was still moving, but it was torturously slow. “You prefer to be fucked hard?”

She gasped. “Don’t say things like that.” She spoke, but -deep down -she loved his words and he was quite aware of that.

“You love my words.” He teased, then bit her neck gently. “As much as you love being fucked.” He punctuated his affirmation with a sharp thrust of his hips.

Lothíriel was so close she almost sobbed. “Please…”

“You’re my Queen. You never have to beg me.” He told her before pulling her face to his.

She saw a flash of blonde hair before his mouth covered hers. It wasn’t really comfortable to kiss him like this, but she didn’t care.

Especially when he ended the kiss, pushed her down until she was flat against the table’s surface, then proceeded to royally fuck her.

***

Princess Lothíriel gasped as she woke up.

Her heart was about to explode on her chest, her nightgown was bunched up above her navel and she was covered in a layer of sweat.

What had that been?

What kind of dream was that?

Lothíriel had never heard words as vulgar as those, and the act itself… What was all of that?

She didn’t even know men and women could do things like that!

Or could they?

The princess sat in her bed and shook her head. What kind of wanton and shameful thoughts were those? What was wrong with her?

And the feelings in her body…

She was boiling hot and could still feel fingers on her skin, lips on her neck. The princess was startled to notice she was wet between her legs, and she wondered if it was sweat. However, she was also throbbing there and didn’t want to get anywhere near it to check.

Her governess would rap her knuckles if she even dreamed about the thoughts inside Lothíriel’s head.

The princess got up from her bed and sat by her vanity. She picked her favorite hair brush -the one that once belonged to her mother -and started dividing her hair in locks, them combed then gently, trying to calm her thoughts.

She had many things to do today; Minas Tirith was bursting with the preparations of Faramir’s wedding to the White Lady of Rohan. Her cousin had always been loved by the people of the city and Lady Éowyn was the slayer of the Witch King; it was bound to be a big event.

King Elassar’s own wedding had been a grand affair, and, even though Faramir and Éowyn didn’t want something as grand as that, it was still the celebration of the union of two beloved figures and two great nations.

And that meant…

The Rohirrim were coming. She’d finally meet the men that saved her family in battle.

She’d finally meet the King of Rohan.

Notes: Hope you enjoyed it!

Let me know if you did!

Happy New Year to all of you! See you soon ;)

[anime-imagines-galore]

Rohan Art Museum Date

((Like the Jotaro fic, this is based off a trip I took recently (Dallas Museum of Art and Baltimore Museum of Art) and this is dedicated to @brandosimagine. I personally don’t like Rohan but who else would go to a freaking art museum and I had some harsh ideas on some of the more contemporary pieces, much like the fandom’s favorite mangaka. Also under the cut cuz it’s 2.1K words))

    You were damn near close to crying and silent laughter shook your entire frame as you eyed the man next to you. An elegant hand cupped his chin and mouth while the other tapped on the hip he had jutted out as he took in the piece before him. One foot tapped ferociously and the rest of his face was contorted in the most disgusted grimace you had ever seen and you waited excitedly for his verdict.

“What the fuck is this?” laughter threatened to bubble over as you waited for the rest of his verdict. “The color scheme is atrocious, the composition, nauseating, and what does this have to do with ancient cultural pieces? This is contemporary! What is wrong with the placement of these pieces?!” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, his hand hiding his amused smirk as you tried to keep quiet despite the fact you were laughing so hard. Honestly, other than finding inspiration for his art, he knows that his harsh words brings a light to your eyes that he’d give anything to see again. “I can’t stand to look at this anymore. Let’s go.” The sketchbook in his hand was still surprisingly blank even though the two of you have been through the entire contemporary exhibit.

 “Nothing caught your eye?” you ask jokingly, still breathless from your laughing fit. His scowl returned, though not as harsh, and the sassiness of his walk only sharpened as his agitation rose.

“Please. I trust my reader’s intelligence to understand such a complex story but whatever inspiration I get from these pieces will give them whiplash. Now, here's something intriguing."

    You watched as he sat before a collection of renaissance paintings and started sketching. Even though he sketched pretty fast there was still an entire collection before him and that prompted you to look around. You didn't have the same critical eye as Rohan but that didn’t stop you from criticizing the art the same way the mangaka would. Just the thought of doing so made you smile fondly as you shook your head. In all honesty, the pieces weren't as bad as Rohan made them out to be. It was probably because he has such high standards but the art was truly amazing. Sure, the layout was a little wonky (I mean, maybe, who goes to the art gallery often enough to figure that out) but it was nice to see the stark difference between the exhibits. Contemporary next to ancient culture, ancient culture next to abstract sculptures, sculptures next to religious pieces and so forth.

    After staring at the pieces for a while, you figured it was time for you to go back to where you left Rohan. It wasn't until you turned and saw him quickly tapping his foot did you realize that he'd probably been standing there for a while. As earlier stated, he draws fairly fast and could've sketched the entire collection in just a handful of minutes instead of an hour or two like a normal person. A hand on one cocked hip and gracefully arched eyebrow meant that you were in for an earful. Ducking your head in shame, you shuffled to the tall man and looked up at him through your eyelashes, hoping this would soften him up a bit. If anything, his brow arched higher and he sneered at you down his nose. 'Here we go.' you thought mentally rolling your eyes.

 "Do not go on without me again. You were the one who dragged me here-"

"You're the one who asked me…."

"-to get my verdict on these pieces." he said moving on as if there was no interruption. "Being here happened to be of interest for reference. And you wouldn't have been able to get into the private sections without me. Don't get it confused." turning sharply on his heel, he walked toward the next exhibit and tossed an arrogant "Try to keep up." over his shoulder.

Grumbling, you hustled a few steps to catch up and made sure to, if not match his steps just to annoy him, then keep up.

    Lengthening his stride for the sake of being awful, Rohan nearly walked right past the next exhibit. When the mangaka was sketching and looked up to realize you weren't there beside him, it didn't worry him too much at first but the anxiety of possibly losing you in a huge building after a few fruitless minutes of searching caught up with him. He didn't necessarily ask you to go to the art gallery with him per say, he just planted the idea in your head. He wasn't exactly sure how to say "Can you go to the art gallery with me? I would rather be alone but I really enjoy your company and I know my criticism will make you laugh, which I love, by the way," without being out of character. It was true that he wasn't fond of contemporary art but he laid an extra thick layer of venom to his words just to hear you laugh at them. Seeing you not there when he was sketching hurt him more than he cares to admit for whatever reason. He usually knows what he wants and is proud to say that there's not a single thing that he doesn't know about himself but emotions are much too slick to grasp, especially when it comes to you.

 "Rohan! Slow down! You'll miss the exhibit." he heard you huff behind him. Realizing that you were right, he stopped but because he wanted to, not because you told him.

    Next were the sculptures. Rohan made poses from the sculpture's shapes but his sketches were coming out messy from his frustration. Slamming down his pencil with a dramatic sigh, he looked up at the sculpture as though it insulted him. He suddenly swung back to look at you, startling you in the process. A sharp catwalk to you ended with another dramatic sigh. You didn't even bother to hold back your eye roll.

 "I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier." your eyes widen in shock as a smile crept its way onto your face at the man. He was actually apologizing and being a nice person for once- "I'm glad I got that off my chest. Now I can sketch again in peace." Wow. Just as you were complementing him. You can't say that you're surprised but he actually said sorry no matter how passive aggressive it was.

      He went back to sketching, not even bothering to sit down as he walked from piece to piece in rapid succession. You could tell by the way he was hunched over his sketchbook that he wasn't taking in the meaning of the art. After jumping to the tenth piece in a matter of two minutes, you walked up to him and laid a hand on his arm. The sudden jolt made him misplace a line and he looked up ready to yell but whatever he was about to say died on his tongue when he saw your expression. You looked up at him with such sadness in your eyes that made him take a sharp inhale. The initial goal of this trip was to spend time together since you were the only person he likes other than Koichi. He sighs again, this time a quiet and very real sigh escaped his lips as he closed his sketchbook.  He didn't want to admit that it actually pained him to see you this way but he also didn’t want to keep staring at those sad eyes. He sent a quick glance to the hand on his arm, which you removed. The great Rohan could only be so nice at one time.

    The two of you walked through the other exhibits side by side as Rohan took time to examine the pieces instead of draw the first thing he thought of. A cold glare whenever he reached for his sketchbook made the man grit his teeth in frustration but he obeyed nonetheless, begrudgingly, of course. That didn't stop him from taking pictures, though, and he took plenty to make up for the fact that he couldn't use his sketchbook. Out of sheer pettiness, Rohan had kept quiet and didn't disclose his opinion on the artworks. He realized this was worsening your mood and decided it was time to enact his second act of kindness of the day.

The two of you stood before a collection of fanged stone masks when Rohan let out a theater scoff.

 " 'The Stone Masks were found in a rainforest in Mexico in the early 1900s. The exact use of the masks are unknown as are the creators but urban legend states that once dowsed in blood and worn, the wearer becomes a vampire.' What kind of half-assed backstory is this? This sounds like something from a D-list 80s Halloween movie, not something that belongs in an art gallery." he hums and smirks evilly as he heard you start to laugh. He could tell you were trying to hold back to not give him the satisfaction of winning but it was a challenge.

"Well, considering some of the other pieces here, this fits right in." he sneaks a glance at you and sees that your lips were pursed in a tight line, trying to hold back any reaction.

" 'The Red Stone of Aja is said to be an amplifier to the masks. With the mask on and the Stone inserted, it turns its wearer into the Ultimate Lifeform.' Putting rock into more rock turns its wearer into the ultimate lifeform? Sure, okay. 'Some speculation is thought that its creators were the Pillar Men. Many died out but those left were-' Kars, Whamuu, and Esidesi? AC/DC like the band? Were they all named after bands?! Goodness this writing is lazy! Names should have substance, not be named after bands!"

      Your soft chortles rose to full out snorts as you were unable to hold back the laughter anymore. Tears leaked from tightly closed eyes and laughter overtook your entire body. It was one thing for Rohan to pick at certain aspects of a piece but it was something else when he shredded its entire history. There was no story greater than whatever he came up with himself and Rohan's not afraid to let someone know when their writing is as interesting as watching paint dry. He also knew there was a strange emotion eating away at him when he saw how upset you were with him and he had to change it. The great Rohan Kishibe was perfect in every aspect and nobody in their right mind had any reason to hate him and he definitely wasn't going to give one to one of the few people he cared about. As much as Rohan could care, of course. A triumphant smile played on the mangaka's face and he reveled at the fact that he was the one to reduce you to such a state with a few harsh words.

 "Okay, calm down. This is starting to get embarrassing."

"Shut up and let me have this. I haven't laughed this hard in so long…hahahaha~." even so, you calmed but your eyes shone with happiness.

      Rohan inwardly grinned at your change of mood as he didn't want to you to be mad at him anymore. The two of you went through the rest of the museum much of the same way, he would criticize the art and you would laugh at his remarks. Ready to finally leave, the two of you walked out and idled on the front steps of the building.

 "Today was fun. We should do it again sometime." you told the mangaka.

Fighting down a blush with a shit-eating grin, Rohan responded, "Of course who had fun. You were with me aftera-"

"But don't think I forgave you for earlier. It's one thing to be upset but another to offend me. Next time I see you, I'm kicking your ass." smiling at his pale face, you turned to walk back home. "See you later! I won't go easy on you either!" throwing a wave over your shoulder, you bounded down the stairs with a skip in your step.

      Rohan didn't even bother to try to mask his surprise and fear as you could very well kick his ass. Walking down the stairs at a slower pace he made his way home, thankfully in the opposite direction. Another genuine smile made his way onto his face at the thought of you. He really was in deep, wasn't he?

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Korra and Asami have a super chill day out, featuring Established Relationship, gifts, flowers, Republic City and other pleasant things 🌹🌻 🌷 / 5.6k / ao3

Sunlight, somewhere - behind the curtain of her eyelid or her consciousness, and a rising, resonant note that slithers unwelcome between her shoulder blades.

Korra’s first instinct is to yell at the warbling voice that wakes her to shut up and let her sleep, until she realizes that the voice won’t hear her, it belongs to a record, and that the record belongs to Asami, who must be here and up and waiting.

So what she does shout through the door is “Five minutes!” before dragging herself quickly and painfully out of bed and into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, in the light of the floor-length window of her main room, Asami looks the opposite of how Korra feels. Fresh and alert, with the sun flaring her a backlight; pulling up the sleeves of her loose nightshirt as she carefully makes to lift the lid of a brown paper box on the counter.

“You know, if you really wanted to wake me,” says Korra with a gravel voice as she scratches her arm in the doorway. “...You could play something a little more… dynamic.”

Asami shrugs, raising a challenging eyebrow, and her eyes are so full with that state of sentience too eager for the hour that they practically protrude into Korra when she looks up. “You’re up, aren't you?”

“Mm, not awake,” Korra groans, letting her own eyes fall shut against the vigour of Asami's wakefulness. “This isn’t morning music, and I can't look at you right now.”

Asami shakes her head, giving her another pointed look, a whatever-you-say-Avatar look, before turning her attention back to the counter. “Look what Ikki and Meelo brought me yesterday!” She says, perfectly harmonious with the melody emanating from the phonograph, bauble eyes shining at Korra as she gestures to the box. “Pema’s fried dough balls, the sweet ones with the raw sugar.”

“Your favourite, right?” Korra says, skipping forward with a curious glance into the box from its other side. She recognises Jinora’s loopy writing on the top: dearest Asami, love from Jinora Ikki Meelo Rohan Pema Tenzin, all in a neat, teetering column, with a small moonflower tied through a gap in the hinge.

Asami nods, lifts a dough ball delicately out and takes a bite, before feeding Korra the rest over the counter. The quick exchange is enough to draw Korra a little further to earth at this very early hour. She smiles, deliberately slow, as she licks the sugar from her lips and watches Asami’s own (still an easier sight than her eyes.) “Thank you. Happy birthday.”

In response Asami's expands with warmth. She grins brilliantly and says, “Come here, Korra”; meaning her side of the counter, presumably so she can smother her.

As a matter of fact, Asami’s birthday had been yesterday. But she worked all day, meetings too important to slyly delegate (not that she would have if they hadn't been); although as she tells Korra later, plenty of her closer staff - and a detectived-out Mako - had been happy to join her at the bar afterwards. And Korra hadn’t gotten in from her week-long expedition to the northern Earth Republic until Asami went to bed. Asami was out by the time she snuck in.

“I missed you!” Asami says once she has her hands on her; no pretense, the same rather fulsome and sweet way her voice carries the words every time. She holds her tight for a moment, before Korra draws back so she can kiss her, cheek and lips, and lips again. The kisses roll off her mouth, and Asami smells clean like morning. She places her hand over Asami’s shoulder, and then snug around it, coiling it in the still-damp hair at the base of her neck - the nearness invigorates Korra at last, pounds a giddy little beat in her chest. Then Asami interrupts -

“How was the… operation?”

Korra pauses for a second before explaining. It’s an unenticing leap from kisses to that, and it takes a moment to make it. “There were raids on a series of villages,” she says. “Pillagers. We took care of them, though. Nothing that serious, I made sure - I don’t really wanna think about it anymore.”  

Asami kisses her again, punctuating end of discussion.

“Coffee?” Korra pulls back, breathing in the hint of it the widening space between them.

Asami tilts her head up in recognition, releasing her immediately. “Oh, right, I made coffee.” Korra hops onto the worktop, the nearest surface on which she might brace herself, as Asami reaches around her to fetch another mug from the cupboard. It feels nice, having her hover around her.

The warmth of the liquid loosens Korra back to a sleepy state, at least for the moment (counterintuitive, she thinks dryly.) Meanwhile Asami talks away, already thoroughly energised - no exquisitely strung sentences, just a train of thought that Korra basks in, content to be privy to the sound of her voice after a long week even where she doesn’t follow all the words.

“Oh, you know what I found yesterday? I thought I’d tidy up - a gift to myself,” Asami is saying with a wry gleam in her eyes. “The drafts for those hummingbird mecha suits. They’re very, uh, hasty renderings - precise, of course, but oh, man, I’d forgotten how much pressure we were under… I really liked those, though...” She looks a little sad, sounding oddly apologetic even though the sadness is her own.

“Well, they were a wicked smart idea,” Korra says behind her mug.  

Asami’s mouth twists. “I know it was a desperate situation, and I obviously didn’t have fun using them - but I was proud of the design. It’s amazing what you can pluck right out of nature, and I’m not just talking about dragonfly hummingbirds, even though they might be my favourite…”

She stops with a little huff, blinking into Korra before extending a shapely hand out to grasp her chin. “Breakfast?”

“Please,” says Korra warmly, removing Asami's hand from her face. She watches her produce a half a pan of hot, fluffy omelette from the grill. “And what afterwards? Today’s for you.”

Asami piles omelette, an asparagus salad and more dough balls onto a plate for her, and purses her lips around sugary fingertips before answering. “It’s not exciting, I know,” she says, “but I wanted to go shopping. Out of necessity more than anything, but we can make a day of it.”

Korra has to make a show of rolling her eyes. It's her favourite affectation, this one. “This is what I came back for?”

Asami laughs immediately, having anticipated the response, and shakes her head. “Knock it off! I know you never mean that.” She pulls some greens off Korra’s plate, continuing: “That’s what I want, okay? For you to come shopping with me today.”

Sure enough, not half an hour later, Republic City is rolling by behind them. Asami takes a lull in the traffic to comb a hand through her hair, roots to ends, perfectly nonchalant: an old, old tendency that nonetheless reproduces itself every once in a while and transports Korra to the earliest of days, of noticing that (for whatever reason) it was hard not to look at her.

“So we’re really doing this?”

Korra shifts in the passenger seat, semi-sideways, an arm slinging across her headrest.

Asami blinks at her, smaller in her own seat, both hands gripping the steering wheel. “Yes! Of course we are! It’s for my birthday,” she arches an eyebrow, almost pleadingly. “But I promise you’ll enjoy it.” She embellishes it with a belated smile.

Korra reaches over and touches her shoulder briefly. “I never said I wouldn’t.”

“That you didn’t,” Asami replies with a deliberate foot on the gas, now that she’s left the busy toll booth that marks the end of the Silk Road Bridge behind - the resultant surge immediately bringing the wind in her hair and all her usual flair back. Korra grins and busies herself with the radio. Her finger on the button clicks forward mechanically, not allowing more than a second of each station to play, until Asami makes the vaguely impatient sound Korra has been waiting for.

“Are you searching for something in particular?” She asks pointedly.

“No,” Korra admits happily, watching for Asami's reluctant smile.

“Then why don’t you just sing for me?” Asami leans back, a couple of gentle blinks making her expression lazy, and all too captivating.

“What if you fall asleep?” Korra wreathes her voice in mock concern, and it earns her a lovely laugh.

The grime of the dense, winding streets eventually peels away to upmarket city houses verged by greenery, and then the green gives way to rows of glitzy, high-end shops and offices. Korra absorbs the splashy ads plastered on brightly-painted shopfronts, and the elegant lettering on showroom placards; young women wearing young trends as they dash around the odd street vendor in both gaggles and quiet pairs - and, where the veneer cracks - a haggle playing out in increasingly, ferociously indignant gesticulations. In reality, this area of downtown doesn’t fare much better at the hands of racketeers and underground syndicates than any of the others, but it does a stellar job of whitewashing. Asami parks on the corner of Harmony Plaza, so named for the nearby tower.

Korra climbs out of the car as a soon as it stops. “So is there anything specific we should be looking for?” She probes. “Do you have a list?”

Asami rolls her eyes as she slips her keys into the pocket of her dress. “Well, not really. Would you rather I did and we just got this over with?” She loops her arm through Korra’s, eyes sparkling, stripping the jibe of any edge. “Let’s walk.”

“You know, in the Southern Water Tribe, a day out usually consists of more, uh, adventure,” Korra continues, unrelenting, twisting her arm so that Asami’s leading.

“Yeah, but we’re in a metropolis, Korra,” Asami insists, gesturing around with her free arm. Her bracelet, watch and hair all glint simultaneously in the sunshine; it feels like Korra’s holding onto something a bit magical. “And this is an adventure,” she adds with a pout.

“Alright,” Korra concurs, as if she hadn’t an hour ago. “As long as we can give the Little Ba Sing Se Fashion Mall a pass.” She arches her brow and Asami widens her eyes at the reference, nodding immediately. They’ve heard enough horror stories about Earth Kingdom loyalists (that is, royalists) languishing in the miniature Upper Ring, even so long after their former prince had apparently found himself better.

Asami wrinkles her nose cutely. “Anyway, that place is more like a…”

“Theme park?” Korra pulls her by the forearm, giving somebody’s haughty-looking cat deer a wide berth.

“Exactly,” says Asami.

They move a while through the crowd - thin, thanks to the hour, but thickening by the minute - following the course of sunlit street contained by the shadows of awnings and shop signs on either side. Sometimes men and women under hats take double, but being adults in the right part of town, they continue on their way - it’s a kid here and there that marvels (or demands), “Are you the Avatar, miss?” (“No,” Korra says, incredulous, but her smile is all the answer they need, and usually enough to have them skipping off in a buzz.)

Eventually, they duck into a boutique, and exactly the kind Korra would expect Asami to duck eagerly into. Silvery drapes frame multiple large mirrors fixed on the walls, creating the illusion of capaciousness in the compact, neat space. “I need new shirts,” Asami explains, looking around before striding over to the section that catches her eye.

“Since you keep heading to the workshop in your good clothes?” Korra says, rifling through a line of crisp, creamy blouses.

Asami looks duly embarrassed, glancing up from the collar stitch she appears to be examining. “Not on purpose.” Which, of course not - Asami was meticulous in every endeavour - but sometimes all you can really bear to do between desk meetings and messy shop hours is pull hair back and gloves on.

“What do you think of this?” Asami says, a couple of densely packed rows of clothes hangers later. Korra looks at the top she’s holding up: an incredibly pretty periwinkle, tasteful and comfy-looking with a close scooped neck.

“Well, it’s not what I’d have expected you to go for,” she acknowledges, folding the shirt in her own hand back, “but, hey, it’s beautiful and so are you, so...!”

“Not -” Asami begins, slightly red, extending the hanger to Korra. “Not for me - for you.”

“Oh,” Korra says. That puts a self-satisfied smirk on Asami’s face, which she doesn’t deign to wipe off as she produces another item of clothing from the display behind her. “And for myself, I really like this.” She holds her second hanger up, awaiting Korra’s assessment.

“That’s not a shirt, Asami.” Korra’s tone is chiding as she takes in the mauvish sheath dress, though she grants her approval anyway. “But try this,” she offers, picking out a blouse; another purple (as most things in this shop seem to be), but paler, with a stylish cinch at the elbow-length sleeve.

Asami’s eyes light up and she receives it immediately for a closer look. “You’re right, that is nice.”

Soon, the sun draws them out into the street again. Korra counts five more shops that they make it into (mostly splendid but modestly sized like the first, with some larger or stranger, planted more or less in a streets-long succession) - though they rack up coats and boots and shirts (some to share) many more than that number between them.

Eventually, they find themselves on a bench under the shade of a sensibly city-small linden tree, somewhere before the turn of ten, just as the crowd truly begins to grow. There Asami smooths her hands out in her lap and comments, with a quirk of her mouth, “It’s a little early in the morning to splash out, isn’t it?”

“Never stopped you.” Korra crosses her legs onto the warm wood, making herself at home even roadside in the centre of town. Asami laughs and a fallen leaf in her hair shakes loose. The inimitable hybrid scent of baking and brewing draws Korra’s attention to the cafe opposite their resting stop, and she wonders for a short second about stepping in for a while before realising that no, she can’t well concede weariness yet, when it’s not even midday.

Instead she gives her hand to Asami, who looks perfectly content not to take it.

“Don’t tell me you’re already losing steam!” Korra teases, hefting up an armful of shopping bag with ease.

Asami gives her a look that indicates not even, standing in a purposeful motion. It makes Korra smile. “Where next, birthday girl?”

For a moment Asami’s eyes flicker upwards in thought, lips pursing. Korra takes the opportunity to smooth over the lapel of her dress, brushing another of the sweet-smelling linden leaves off. Asami’s expression sets with resolution as she peers behind Korra, beyond the coffee shop.

“The art store over there,” she says, cocking her head in that direction, “by the gallery. You remember Varrick’s new assistant, Shen?”

“The one courting your cute receptionist?” Korra replies after a second of combing of her brain. Since his marriage to Zhu Li, Varrick had had, and continued to have, a veritable parade of new assistants - never managing not to rankle one or two into an early discharge every quarter, or so it seemed. No one could be blamed for struggling to recall who was currently in the line of fire.

“Right, he’s with Hoshiko,” Asami giggles, as they cross the street and bypass the cafe chock full of young, well-to-do patrons under the spell of caffeine (and hopefully nothing else at this hour.) “Actually, that’s why I saw him - when I was leaving work yesterday. He told me that Varrick’s sending prints of his movers to shop… so people can see them again.” She says this last part with a kind of confused distaste.

“What, like at a revival house?” Korra asks curiously, and then grimaces. “Though I’m not sure any of those masterpieces need to be revived.”

“Not quite,” says Asami. The breeze swirls a strand of her hair against her mouth, and after an inelegant struggle to blow it away with her hands full of shopping, she continues. “He wants people to take them home and play them there. I mean, you’d need a projector. He’s calling for a ‘home-mover revolution.’” She flares her nostrils for the words, a note of cautious intrigue in her voice. “I figure we should check it out.”

Sure enough, the store they enter boasts a whole glittery stall dedicated to brand new copies of The Adventures of Nuktuk: Hero of the South, The North Strikes Back, and so on - even specially animated runs of The Animal Adventures of Roh-Tan and Juji for the school-age, who are really all that's left of the market now. In a closed cabinet in the corner live the expensive film projectors one would need to play the prints. Even the shop’s usual collection of posters, and the commercial art reproductions increasingly gaining popularity in the United Republic, are dominated by signed, glossed, framed Nuktuk posters.

“Well -” begins Asami, struck more amused than dumb by the ostentatious display. “I’m impressed Bolin managed to keep this from us.” The words are right out of Korra’s mouth.

They give Varrick’s efforts a minute or two, if only for the absurdity of it all.

“It’s a vanity project,” Asami insists, all tittery, “he knows only a handful of kids are going to be able to afford the tech required for these ‘home-movers’ to take off.”

“His whole life is a vanity project,” says Korra, struggling to keep the smile off her face as she lifts up a small stuffed Nuktuk-head and torso, vest and all, with a cottony heart-shape nestled between the furs. “You want this?”

“No, thank you,” Asami grins, laughter making her voice syrupy. Then Korra watches an idea click into place in her eyes, a familiar, wonderfully beloved image. “We’re getting it, though…”

“For Opal!” Korra finishes the thought.

In the end they leave with more than the toy, though: a new record, Korra’s choice, ‘morning music’; and an arresting original landscape of sunset over Yue Bay, for Asami’s bedroom (even if Korra did spend more hours asleep in it.)

Outside the weather becomes heavy - the kind that makes your skull beat if you don’t find shade quick enough. So they slip into the next shop that looks like it might entertain for a while.

The Emperor’s Emporium is a treasure trove; a deceptively dingy anterior giving way to a vast and vivid collection of not only the classical Fire Nation fashion and memorabilia implied by its name, but odds and ends from every corner of the world. A melange of clothing, antiques, peeling books and knick-knacks without count piles high in shelves and hooks far above Korra’s head. It’s immediately apparent that this extensive hoard is not particularly organised, but naturally that only adds to its cluttered, hide-and-seek appeal.

Korra swipes aside a heavy curtain to reveal an ancient-looking map of Yu Dao, the oldest of the colonies that preceded the United Republic. Stacked in flimsy frames below it are similar charts. Korra takes her time tracing through an early hand drawn map of Republic City, marveling at how neat and simple the turns are compared to the sprawling mess of metro today.  

She’s interrupted when Asami calls her over to a section with a heavy cursive exclusive! history for sale sign over it (though as far as Korra can see, everything in this room is exclusive.) There’s a quizzical expression on Asami's face as she examines a pair of thin-woven gloves with red ribbon ties around each wrist. “That gentleman,” she tells Korra conspiratorially, gesturing to the back of the storekeeper, who’s in conversation with another customer, “says these gloves belonged to Avatar Yangchen herself, and she handed them off to a girl she rescued from an avalanche up north whose family ended up here. Can you verify?”

“Hm...” Korra pulls the gloves on, each one with purpose, and looks up in a show of thought. “Let’s say… yes,” she decides seriously, before cracking a grin. “Because I have no idea, and that’s cooler.”

“You're incredible,” Asami deadpans, snatching the gloves back, though she can’t help the glint in her eyes as she turns away.

Korra stays with the exclusive history for sale for a moment, rifling through bending scrolls that almost come away at her touch, although whether they really are ancient, merely shopworn or an acute combination of both she can’t tell. What she does take away a good fifteen minutes later is something Asami would definitely laugh at: not a scroll but a towel - displaying waterbending forms handiest in the kitchen.

A few paces over, there are the small trinkets, handiworks that Asami would covet - pocket-size photo frames of vibrant agate bent to last; and candles in metal casings with swirling waves and cityscapes intricate as shadow puppets carved finely up along the rim, such that the flame would cast shapes out of them - quintessential Fire Nation craft. In a mounted case above these sit bits of metal that would definitely intrigue Asami: gold and silver from the earliest Earth Kingdom mines along the continent’s western coast - long-defunct, as the adjacent sign denotes - some fashioned into proper pieces and some in natural nuggets.

Korra discreetly takes two of the latter with her towel (one silver, one gold), tucking them away in it once she makes the purchase.

The Emperor’s Emporium devours time like a vortex, and the second they leave hunger crashes into Korra. But at Asami’s behest they skip the first few eateries they encounter, aiming for an old favourite across the street from expansive, sunny Avatar Korra Park.

They take iced teas to-go and a paper bag of peanut butter buns, and perch on the edge of one of the park’s many quaint wood bridges. It’s as busy as Korra would expect on a beautiful weekend - people of all walks claiming their periodic escape from the small spaces of a big city - but it’s not impossible to find a spot that’s more or less vacant, thanks to a proliferation of wispy spirit vines coiled around a fountain, and the bustle of little spirits weaving in and out of them. (“I’m glad nobody wants to disturb them!” Asami says with feeling, totally, kissably earnest.)

“She’s overshadowing me,” Korra pouts, drawing Asami’s attention away from the fountain before them and to the towering statue in the distance.

Asami laughs. “Shh, no she’s not. When does anyone ever do that?” She brushes breadcrumbs out of her lap before twisting to lean her head against Korra’s shoulder, giving a gentle, lazy kick designed to make their dangling feet collide. “You’re still my favourite, for what it’s worth, and I like her a lot.”

“Well…” Korra concedes, eyes trained on her statue. “I guess I like her hair.” Asami emits a brief sound that resides casually between acknowledgement and agreement, and a smile inches slowly over Korra’s face. “Oh, and her arms,” she adds conversationally, curling her foot around Asami’s. “She’s pretty cute, actually. Nice chest, too -”

Asami kicks her with more purpose this time, retracting and crossing her arms with her tongue between her teeth. “Just let me pay you a compliment, Korra!” She laughs an exhale and clasps her arms around Korra’s waist again. “Not that I’m disputing your assessment.” She laughs again, a surge in tandem with the breeze, and the combination makes Korra flutter. She unlatches Asami’s hands so she can lift one and kiss it. The afternoon sun and Asami’s weight make her feel heavy.

“Naga would have loved to be out today. I wish she were here,” Korra says, watching some girl's deer dog chase her around a clearing.

Asami’s still. “Yeah. But she would have hogged you. As she has every right to.”

“So you want me all to yourself, huh?” Korra needles, renewing her grip over Asami’s wrist. Asami bites back the smile that says she refuses to be embarrassed, and inhales to reply when Korra steals well, it’s my birthday off her lips, pressing, and then breathing a premature breath (her breath) from the clumsiness of the angle.

Asami sits up straight with hands firm around the waist again and takes her breath back from Korra.  

Then she smiles. “I’m going to fall asleep if we don’t start moving soon,” she says, looking at the paper bag in her fist as she crumples it.

She pulls Korra up by the hand and leads her down the short distance to the end of the bridge so they can walk alongside the pond under it. A confused spirit, apparently unaware that it’s inhabiting a structure filled with water, rushes down from the fountain and onto the bank of the pond for a drink. It stops mid-scuttle to eye up the baby turtleduck that it finds there. The spirit blinks stupidly for a moment, and then, having reached some silent understanding, hops onto the turtleduck’s back, producing a strange, if charming, sight.

“Oh, it probably can’t swim,” Asami says, watching the pair paddle across the water. Two more baby ducks replace them on the bank.

“Isn’t that sweet?” Korra sighs, bending a gentle gust to help the first turtleduck along. Asami crouches and empties her paper bag into a cupped hand, extending the crumbs to the pair on the bank. Her eyes absorb the little stretch of water as the ducks feed: the placid mother a few metres away, serenely floating with the remainder of her bunch, and the smattering of late summer flowers on the water’s edge; tall fire cardinals and jewelweed as shiny as any real gem.

Asami turns to look up at Korra in a motion that makes her hair bounce mesmerizingly. “We should get some flowers!”

And so their next stop is the flower stall that parks on the corner of the park all summer - it doesn’t have a name other than ‘Madame Juchi’s flower stall’, but it carries the reputation of the finest retailers in town.

“That one’s for beauty,” says Juchi, bangles clinking as she feathers the extravagant-looking flower with large, flat petals in pink and white stripes in Korra’s hand.

“They’re all for beauty,” Asami scoffs, the note of her voice utterly harmless, though Korra can tell it’s a genuine niggle. (She’s right, of course.)

Juchi waggles her eyebrows. “It’s also love.”

“Right, love and beauty,” Asami amends. “They’re all love and beauty.”

The old woman’s eyes gleam and she wants to play along. “Well, there are certainly variations on the theme. This one, for example -” she indicates a bright orange flower, cradling the bloom under its long curling petals “- is coquetry.”

“Excellent,” Korra replies without a beat, a sly grin peeking from under the bouquet she has her nose in, “that’s Asami right there.”

Asami turns pink as the love and beauty flower and nudges Korra’s shoulder; but the flowers evidently have her mind, and she lets Madame Juchi take her through each vivid row of them, meaning by arbitrary, mystical meaning. Meanwhile Korra scans the other side of the display (it’s large enough to qualify as a flower museum of sorts, she thinks) and finds that she can recognize more of them than she thought. There’s even her longtime favourite: a many-petaled flower from Air Temple Island, one of the brightest she’s ever encountered - blooms in golden yellow, white, red and pink.

In the end Asami picks a waxy flower of a blushing white that seeps into yellow at the centre (“for protection, good for ringing in your next year”); with a complementary small pink blossom (spiritual beauty, she’ll take that) to fill out the bouquet.

She transfers the flowers into a suitable pack after sticking one of the pink blossoms in Korra’s hair. Her hands are full with the day’s yield, particularly with delicate flowers in the mix, but their walk back to the car is rather long from here.

“Let’s sit at the dock for a minute,” Asami says. “My feet are aching.”

The dock (the one for tourists and mindful repose) isn’t far - a short walk out of the main road and along the waterfront. They place their bags in a pile and sit perpendicular to the pier, watching gentle waves foam at the lip of the embankment.

There’s still a way to twilight, but the sun is low enough to cast itself splendidly through the clouds, winking on the water. It’s the regular Republic City occurrence that makes Korra glad to still live with the sea, lack of perennial snow notwithstanding. She tells Asami as much and Asami takes her hand, golden in the light.

“I'm glad you’re here, that you made it your home. Because I would never want to leave Republic City.”

The bay glitters gold again, stirring Korra’s mind.

“I wanna show you something,” she says suddenly, releasing Asami’s hand to reach for her bags. She returns with the two metal pieces from the emporium enclosed in her palms, and holds up the gold between them.

“This is from the Red Hill Mine,” she tells Asami, watching her eyes light up in recognition and curiosity, mouth in a little ‘wow.’ “Old, right? Amazing how this stuff lasts,” Korra smiles. “I thought you’d like it.”

She puts the silver in her sticky palm down for a moment, holding the gold nugget between two sets of precise, anticipatory fingers. Then with practised effort, she bends, separating the piece into two smaller ones that she curls into hooks above a curved, faceted body, fine little wings molding out of a thorax.

“Your dragonfly hummingbirds,” she says, placing a pair of earrings into Asami’s palm.

Asami blinks into her hand for a moment, into the play of light over lines of scale detail as thin as silk thread, and then turns to Korra, breaking into a stunned (stunning) smile. “You got really good at that! Korra...” She breathes, immediately moving to the hair tie on her wrist, dropping two little dragonfly hummingbirds into her lap so she can pull her hair up and put them on.

“They’re so cute! So beautiful.” She laughs, running a thumb over the tiny contours in the left one before she hooks it in.

“They’re a little smaller than the actual creature,” Korra says, as Asami beams at her. “But I don’t think you want life-size insects on your ears.”  

Her fingers close over the silver and she brings it to Asami’s attention. “Now, I’m not sure where exactly this comes from. But it’s somewhere along that stretch on the southeastern coast. You know where they opened, like, five mines at once, as soon as they realised that was a thing they could do?” Asami nods knowingly, peering intently at the nugget, but Korra takes it back into her hands.

Again she bends - two pieces, two hooks, a simpler shape this time, more geometrical, though with no less detail.  

She closes them in her fist for a second before transferring them to Asami. “These -” she begins, and waits for Asami to take them in, wide green eyes equally as entranced as before, but also inquisitive.

“These are for you because,” Korra starts again, more tentative this time. “Well, they always remind me of you when I see them - I don’t think I’ve ever told you that. They were at the stall today.”

Asami clasps the two silver flowers between her fingers, each arrayed with at least thirty tiny petals, eager for the explanation.

“You brought me a bunch of these right before I left. A long time ago, I mean, when I left for the South Pole to recover. They grow on the Island - that’s probably all. I felt like shit, obviously, and you were trying to cheer me up. But they were very pretty, so many colours…”

Asami continues to smile, eyes shining, and Korra wonders if her face is starting to hurt.

“They’re called Yawen’s blossom. That’s the woman who first cultivated them for sale. I had a whole lot of nothing to do while I was down south and I think I was probably missing green… There was a book at Katara’s about floriculture that I must have read twice over, I think it belonged to Kya. Anyway, I read that this flower - a bouquet of these - basically means I miss you. Like, you’re away from someone, but, um - you know, that you’re thinking about somebody and they’re not there… Well,” she giggles finally, at her own delicate recollection, Asami joining. “You know I did a bit of that! But reading that, it made me feel… I don’t know. Something good. I mean, I didn’t think you knew, but ever since…”

“I’ll get them again for you.” There's love tucked in all the corners of Asami's voice. She feels the silver in her hand again. “And I love these. I love you.”

She fishes into her pocket for her purse and carefully places the earrings inside - and once they’re stored away her arms wrap tight around Korra. Korra feels the tips of Asami’s fingers warm on her back, the heavenly contrast that all of Asami against her makes to the cooling air.  

“Oh, and you know,” she delivers her afterthought into Asami’s shoulder, “the book said dragonfly hummingbirds love that flower. They’re its main pollinators.”

Asami giggles her acknowledgement and says again, “I love you. Thank you.” And then laughs again. “How am I going to top this, Korra? I can’t metalbend.”

Korra scoffs through her own snort. “Uh, you'll probably manage, Miss Million Yuans A Month.” She squeezes her tighter, murmuring through a smile against the fabric of Asami's dress. “But you don’t have to, you know.” She feels Asami burrow back, almost absently. “You just have to be your perfect self.”

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Rohan x Reader: “Please”

The summer of 1999 was coming to a close. The serial murderer had been found and dealt with, and you were about to begin your first school semester abroad in Japan.

You had run into Josuke and the other stand users unexpectedly when you encountered them as they confronted Yoshikage Kira for the first time, unintentionally awakening your own stand powers to in order to protect yourself.

You soon grew close to these friends you’d made in Morioh. You treated Koichi and Hazamada like younger brothers; you caught up on the latest gossip with Yukako and Reimi, and sometimes even Yuya’s girls; you earned money babysitting Shizuka while Mr. Joestar was lazy. And Josuke and Okuyasu had always been your best bros; you three would pull the stupidest shenanigans together.

But Rohan Kishibe… he was different. You certainly admired the brilliant mangaka, though his arrogance sometimes annoyed you. Occasionally you accompanied Koichi as he observed how the manga was created, and became quite fond of silently watching the ink stroke across the page. Rohan was rarely seen outdoors, by you or anyone else, and seldom came to any social outing he was invited to. His work consumed him entirely, or so it seemed.

But sometimes, you would come over without Koichi. You couldn't really say why. You would offer to make him tea, cook him a meal (though Tonio’s exquisite ravioli certainly put your overlooked stir fries to shame). You would ask if he needed anything: more ink, another pen from his desk. Hell, if he needed basic groceries you would go out and get him something.

You always had an affinity for art of any kind, and, after he had piqued your interest in ‘Pink Dark Boy’, you came to love the series from more than just a fangirl standpoint. You would ask him about his newest characters, suggest ideas, laugh about the latest fan theories on the web. Usually he would roll his eyes, tell you that your notions were entirely idiotic, then continue working. But after a while, he warmed up to your conversation. Eventually, you even got to a point where he wouldn't slam the door on you every time you showed up on his doorstep.

 “Come on, (y/n)! Just one last time before we all have to go back to school!” Okuyasu groaned at the thought. Josuke and he had approached during the last two weeks of vacation to expose their brilliant idea: a party! They seemed to be convinced that it would be the best night Morioh-Cho had ever seen. You didn’t shrug the idea off, but social events weren’t exactly your cup of tea.

“We can invite everyone! Even Yuya and Mikitaka, and we can even get Tonio to cater…” Josuke rambled off his list of ‘ingenious’ ideas as you turned to look at Koichi.

“And you’re in on this as well?” you questioned. He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down embarrassed.

“Well, I think it might be a fun idea. I haven’t been to many parties before.” you chuckled. These boys were so precious, and, honestly, you would do anything to humor them.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just get everyone on board! People like you, they’ll definitely come if you invite them. We’ll take care of the rest. My mom is helping us clean up Oku’s house and everything!”

You laughed off the boys’ stupid ideas. Over the next week made sure to tell everyone who had helped you defeat Kira. Yukako was set on going with Koichi. Jotaro rolled his eyes, but agreed to attend. Mr. Joestar overheard the conversation and said he’d love to attend as well. Yuya and his girls were extremely excited. Mikitaka was intrigued by the opportunity to attend an ‘earthen celebration’. Tonio even offered to cater for free. Hazamada asked if there would be girls. You stepped on his foot. You even invited Hayato, as you had always felt sorry for the child. He hugged you, muttering thanks, as tears filled his eyes.

Last was the infamous mangaka. You had been going to his house almost every other day, yet you still hadn’t quite gotten up the nerve to invite him. You knew he was sure to refuse, but it would be impolite not to ask, but you might annoy him by asking, but he might actually want to go…

Thoughts swirled through your mind as you handed him a cup of jasmine tea. You brought your own steaming cup to your lips, blowing gently so as to not burn yourself. He had been staring at a blank page for a while. He rarely used a pencil, but at the current moment he would quickly sketch an idea in graphite, only to erase it and redraw something else. Something must have been on his mind.

“Rohan,”

He paused, not used to you interrupting his work. But he wasn’t seriously working right now, so you thought you might have a chance. He turned in his chair to stare at you grimly

“I know you’ll probably refuse my offer, but Josuke and Okuyasu,” He scowled at Josuke’s name.

“Well, they’ve decided to throw a party before the end of the summer–”

“And you think I’d want to come?”

“No.” You simply said. “I’m sure you’d be more content locked in your room all by yourself,” you stopped yourself. That sounded wrong. “I mean, I know I certainly would…” You trailed off. He had a curious look on his face.

“The point is, everyone’s coming. Koichi,” you paused, trying to think of any other people Rohan didn’t hate. “Tonio is catering–”

“And you’ll be there?” he cut you off, yet again.

“I kind of have to go,” you chuckled dryly. “Who knows, it might be fun. Or it might be that I spend the entire night reading on Okuyasu’s stinky couch.” You faltered. “Sorry, I just wanted to let you know–”

“I’ll come.” he stated firmly, looking straight into your eyes. Your mouth remained open, as you searched for the proper words to convey your shocked but amused state. You ended up laughing stupidly.

“That’s wonderful!” It turned into a giggle of delight.

“But don’t bother me for the rest of today. I just got the latest volume of ‘Pink Dark Boy’ in color, go read that on the couch.” He shooed you away. You smiled as you snuggled onto the antique sofa. This might be an okay party after all.

The day arrived. You were going to be busy setting up several hours before the party (despite Josuke telling you that you wouldn’t have to do anything). You had chosen to wear one of your best dresses for the occasion. The front was a bit low cut, and you felt slightly uncomfortable with the amount of cleavage you were showing. But you smoothed it out as you admired yourself in the mirror. Somehow it managed to show off your curves in the most flattering way possible. You had doubted your body would ever look good in a dress like this, but you grinned with surprise.

As you walked up to Okuyasu’s house (though it looked more like a haunted mansion) the door swung open. The two high schoolers burst out simultaneously. Oku began.

“Hi (y/n)– Whoa.” He faltered, a blush rising to his face. He rested one arm over his stomach as his hand came to his mouth. You looked down, laughing nervously.

“It’s not the dress, is it? I don’t know, I haven’t been to many parties before, and I thought I should dress up. I can take it off if it’s too much.”

“Nonono!” Josuke countered, smiling cheekily. “It’s just, really pretty.” The dress really was a far cry from the dumpy rags you usually wore. And something about their reaction gave you a sense of confidence. You proceeded to set out snacks, prepare the soda, and do everything else the boys were too clumsy to handle.

Guests began to trickle in. You helped Tonio unpack his scrumptious buffet. Josuke turned up the music and started doing whatever the hell teenage boys to at parties. You rolled your eyes, but laughed. You were slightly enjoying the small excursion, but you still hadn’t seen him.

The night grew darker, and still the curious mangaka had not shown. You were getting bored talking Yuya’s girls, as all they wanted to talk about was Yuya himself. You excused yourself for a moment, as they continued to chatter, and made your way into the backyard to get a breath of fresh air.

At one point in must have been a beautiful garden, but the flowers had gone unattended for years, and vines snaked up the cracked fountain. However, your eyes weren't quite adjusted to the dim light, so you couldn't make out the detail. You spotted a bench, and breathed in the cool air as you flopped down.

“It’s much too loud in there.” A familiar voice sounded from beside you and you stifled a squeak. He didn't react, merely continuing to observe the decrepit fountain as he sketched its outline.

“Sorry,” you caught your breath. “I’m a bit tired. Wait, how did you get here? I was waiting for you to arrive, but…”

He smirked.

“So you enjoy my company?”

“Of course I do,” you smiled, still awaiting his response.

“I didn't come through the front door. There was quite a commotion going on inside, so I merely slipped into the backyard. This garden is a very good reference.” He continued to sketch as you shook your head amusedly.

“You could have at least said hello.”

“Why?”

“Because it's polite?”

“Why be polite?” You dropped the topic, knowing it would take hours to explain common courtesy to the great Rohan Kishibe. But, somehow, you found his obstinate personality to be endearing.

“Would you like a drink or some food?”

“Tea.”

“I would like a tea, thank you very much.” You corrected, snickering at him as he rolled his eyes. You returned to the din of music and laughter, preparing your usual beverage for the two of you. As you made your way outside, he reached for the glass. You held it out to him, but stopped your hand just inches away.

“What do you say?” You smirked maliciously. He looked up at you for the first time that night.

“Give me the damn–” He faltered mid sentence, mouth still hanging open. Though you could barely see through the darkness, you still noticed as his cheeks reddened.

“Put the tea down.” He demanded. As he was acting strangely, you obeyed him, placing his tea next to him on the bench.

“Yours too!” He shouted as he rose from his seat. As soon as you had stabilised the mug he whisked you away into the garden. At the back there was a stone wall. He firmly pressed you to the cold stone as you gasped slightly. Your mind rushed with thoughts of what a gesture like this could mean. However, he took no notice as pulled one of your hands up above your head.

“Keep your hand looser.” He told you. You remained where he had positioned you as he took your other arm to reach across your waist.

“Now, place your weight on your right foot, bend the left knee. You did as you were commanded. Finally, he trailed his finger along your jawline, delicately turning your face to gaze at the ground.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “Stay there.”

Rohan had done things like this before. He would notice some detail about his environment and become completely engrossed in depicting each and every feature of it. However, usually he focused on a flower, a sunset, never a person. You were honestly flattered, but a bit shocked by this behaviour. And there was something else you felt.

You couldn't deny that you cared for Rohan deeply. Something about him enchanted you, his passion, his artwork, the sheer unpredictability of his actions. You knew it could never be more than a friendship, so you repressed any romantic fantasies that managed to slither into your head.

But now… This was difficult. You held the pose, feeling the cool night breeze ruffle your hair. How you wished he would run his hands through your–

You focused back on the feeling of cold stone behind you. You could hear the strokes of his pencil against the sketchpad. Minutes passed. But all you could think about was him.

Your eyelids drooped. Your mind began to slip into wild fantasies. You let go of all control, just for a moment…

“There,” you heard.

“Rohan,” your voice came out as a low whisper. “May I move now?”

Rather than answering your question, he walked over to lean on the wall next to you, holding out the portrait. You gasped.

It was gorgeous. He had drawn the ivy so it wrapped up and around your legs. He had perfectly captured your silhouette, the wrinkles in the fabric of your dress. Your hair was swayed by a gentle breeze.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“I merely capture the truth.” You flushed at that thought.

“So you think I'm beautiful?” You muttered, half hoping he wouldn't hear you. He was silent for a second.

“I-I guess.” Was that a stutter? did the great Rohan Kishibe just stutter in front of you?

“Rohan,” You turned to look at him. His eyes shone emerald in the moonlight. You couldn't help glancing at his lips longingly, just as he turned to meet your gaze. Suddenly, you made up your mind.

You quickly leaned in to place a short kiss upon his lips. It was short but wonderful, soft and warm. You could swear that you tasted a slight hint of green tea, as you relished the kiss for as long as you possibly could.

He lurched away. You hid your face, looking down embarrassed.

“What the hell was that?!”

“I'm sorry,” you muttered. But he didn't move. You could hear the chirping of cicadas, as the two of you stood quietly for a long while. You held back tears. Then, you heard his voice again.

“Why did you stop?”

You whipped your head back up to take in his face. He was just as red as you were. But he also seemed… pleading? Slowly, you lifted your hand to graze across his cheek. He shuddered and looked into your eyes. You gradually leaned in, however, before you could even peck his lips, his arms wrapped around you, hungrily. One hand rested on the back of your hip, pulling your torso to collide with his chest. You gasped, feeling his chiseled abdomen through the thin cloth of your dress. His other hand snaked its way up the back of your neck and into your hair, crashing your lips into his. Your knees felt weak at the sudden embrace and you moaned. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. All you could do was hold him close and wait until his lips parted from yours.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You were so confused, but you loved this, but…

“Rohan,” you whispered, gazing into his eyes. “Do you have feelings for me, or,” you paused. “Am I just another one of your pawns.” His grip around you became firm, but not enough to hurt you.

“Don’t take this the wrong way… I don’t know. I just saw you tonight and realised,” he turned your chin up, almost as if to inspect your face.

“You’re perfect.” And there it was again. That overwhelming desire to touch him, to kiss him.

You threw him around to cage him against the wall, ferociously attacking his lips. He grabbed your ass as you moaned with pleasure. You drew your palms down his chest and he pulled you closer and began to fiddle with the hem of your dress. His lips broke away from yours, proceeding to peck at your neck all the way down to your exposed chest. Your face grew heated as he sucked and bit at a spot just above your cleavage. Suddenly you heard a sound.

“(Y/n)!” Josuke’s call echoed through the trees. You could feel Rohan scowl at the interruption.

“Sorry,” you blurted out, “I-I should go.” You turned to leave, but he grabbed your arm.

“We’re going out to dinner tomorrow. On a date.” A shy smile graced your face. He finally added:

“Please.”

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tagged by @avilotte tysm!!! this was so so so fun to go through!!!

RULES: choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag some friends.

I choose:

naruto

hxh

jjba

The first character you loved:

naruto since that s obviously what it focused on at the very beginning and he was rly easy to like since he’s always happy but u see him go through so much, but he still never gives up

kurapika bc of the cool calm composed but i will fuck u up if u even mention spiders in my presence

speedwagon bc he was a sweetheart bless him.... also jonathan’s dog but uuuhhh

The character you never expected to love so much:

rock lee??? like i knew about the gaara fight and the weights and that he was rly strong but on top of that he’s a real sweetheart and when he beat up sasuke thats when i knew he was The One... the best chara to ever be

probably bisky. i love the super buff grandma coach. i remember when she first showed up and i thought she was going to be mean and annoying but no

okuyasu..... the angel, the sweetest. also mikitaka

The character you relate to most:

sakura except for that god awful lazy writing where they make her love sasuke.... sure jan

leorio id say

foo fighters since i too am sentient plankton in a humanoid form

The character you’d slap:

s a s u k e

ging but leorio got me covered. also killua’s dad

dio ofc

Three favourite characters (these are in order of preference):

lee, lee, lee... nah but i also love temari and gaara

id say kurapika and killua are a tie but then i also can’t choose between gon and leorio so ye

ok this is hard bc there are so many but id say josuke,ff and tie between joseph and jolyne

A character you liked at first but not so much anymore:

the third hokage... he barely took care of naruto and the boy was a baby.... maybe itll be revealed at the end of the series that he did more but for now its :/

i cant think of anyone

wats his name the guy who deserts in part 5..... fugo

A character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you:

gaara for me. at first i wasnt sure how far his character development would go, kind of scared that he would just be stuck in hatred and isolating himself bc of that but he listened to naruto so he’s all good...better than all good

bisky!!! its not that i didnt like her but i was...suspicious. but now apart from the main 4 she’s one of my favourites!!!

caesar, polnareff, kakyoin, mista, yukako, rohan, mountain tim, diego, hot pants...i feel like theres a lot of characters in jojo you need to learn more about and see them develop before u actually truly like them

3 OTP’s:

kakagai i cannot stress this enough... aprt from that the basic narusasu, inosaku

kurapika x happiness is all that matters

caejose used to be my big one, jolyne x hermes🗣🗣🗣, and i can’t think of another

i tag @gayrielreyes @ghaara @tailedbeast @leetm @hxh3 @edqe @pxtterlily and anybody else who’d like to do this. say i tagged u!

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Merry, Eowyn, Elrond

Merry

1-3 things I enjoy about them1. That he’s the clever hobbit. Education doesn’t seem to be a particularly big deal in Hobbiton so it’s kind of important that Merry was so good at problem solving.2. That he wasn’t just going to sit around while everyone else went off to battle. No fight experience, no problem.3. That he wrote about Hobbit legacies. I love charactere who care about history and like to record stuff.

Something interesting about them based on tenuous circumstantial evidenceI always kind of felt that Merry was the least connected with hobbits and hobbit life. Sure, he also gets elected to a position of power within Hobbiton but it seems to be lesser than Sam or Pippin’s positions. I think deep down that while Merry loves where he’s from, a part of him relates just as strongly with Men which is why he goes to Rohan to die and is buried with Aragorn.

A question I have about themI kind of wonder why Merry didn’t have any kids. Was it because Sam pretty much had everyone covered with his 13 kids.A random relevant line I likeI’m not doing these because I’m too lazy to go back into the text.My preferred version, if there is more than one version of their story (or part of their story)Well, I prefer the smarter book!Merry over the movie!Merry who mostly gets high with Pippin. Movie!Merry has his moments though particularly in the extended editions when he is allowed to figure out more stuff.Favorite relationship(s)I really like his friendship with Eowyn because in different ways they are both underestimated and can relate to each other about that.How would they react to Tom BombadilWell, he did meet him and his reaction was “grateful for the food but slightly freaked out.”Optional: Something about them that I think people forgetThat he was instrumental in taking down the Witch King. Yes, Eowyn drew the final blow and gets most of the credit but Merry did enough to give her that chance.

Eowyn

1-3 things I enjoy about them1. That she does not care about traditional gender roles but will take on the responsibility of caring for her uncle in spite of all the shit she had to put up with about it.2. That she grows from her experiences and manages to mostly pull herself out of her depression.3. That she manages to have a romance without in any way compromising who she is or her significant independence.

Something interesting about them based on tenuous circumstantial evidenceI always got the feeling that while I don’t think Eowyn was ever sexually assaulted by Wormtongue, that she was constantly living under a fear for her safety because of him and I imagine that this probably colored her view of men in a big way. That and the added fact that she was probably surrounded by rowdy riders most of her life who I imagine were very kind to her but she definitely heard them talk about women in not so nice ways. I imagine that these experiences kind of hardened her against men in some ways which lead somewhat directly to her desire to marry Aragorn because he was a lot nicer than the guys she was around and he had enough status to make up for any flaws. Marriage to her would be a tool at this point to get her freedom. I imagine that by the time Faramir became a thing for her, she didn’t totally know what to make of “love” and was pretty hesitant towards him in spite of the fact that she loved him.A question I have about themWhat were her jobs as Lady of Ithilien. In my own head she became an actual healer for the community, co-ruler in regards to policy development (and that while Faramir dealt mostly in language and IR, she dealt with numbers), and occasionally would go out patroling the lands for orcs who require head removal.A random relevant line I likeWait, this one I can do:”All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Erol and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.”I also like when Faramir is trying to tell her he loves her and she’s just like “speak plainly.” Eowyn doesn’t have time for your poetry.My preferred version, if there is more than one version of their story (or part of their story)I definitely do not prefer the “Tolkien was a gender essentialist so Eowyn is obviously just fulfilling her womenly role by becoming a wife and mother” theory. See my Question I Have for my opinion.Favorite relationship(s)Eowyn and Faramir of course but I also really love Eowyn’s relationship with her brother. I almost feel like that was something the movie did a whole lot with that I didn’t get as strongly from the books and I loved it.How would they react to Tom Bombadil”Your songs serve no historical or instructional purpose. Please stop singing. What even are you. Whatever.”Optional: Something about them that I think people forgetThat she kind of went into battle because she had a death wish. I mean, yes, she wanted to be useful and prove to herself that she was just as good as the men but she also really wanted to die gloriously. She was stuck in a situation that she didn’t see an escape from and when her one path to escape closed (Aragorn) she pretty much decided that dying in battle was a better alternative to being regulated to women’s work for the rest of her life. It’s somewhat depression and somewhat cultural.

Elrond

1-3 things I enjoy about them1. That he cares about history and record keeping when most other elves are like, “whatever we’re immortal” but Elrond is very, very aware that elves do not necessarily live forever and Men certainly don’t2. That he loved his brother so much that he cared for all his descendents for centuries.3. That he’s probably the most logical person in Middle Earth but is rarely listened to. 

Something interesting about them based on tenuous circumstantial evidenceI think Elrond was kind of the living version of that app in Iceland that makes sure you aren’t related to the person you’re flirting with at the bar. Elven generations are so strange and everyone is lowkey related so he takes it upon himself to keep track of that for everyone’s sake. I imagine this specific part of record keeping came when he met Celebrian and was like, “I love her but also she’s Galadriel’s daughter so how are we related….”I also imagine that he tried to spend as much time as possible with his brother while he was alive but because of Elvish perceptions of time, it wasn’t nearly enough time and that he regretted it forever.

A question I have about themI really want to know more about his upbringing and how his relationships with his parents, both birth and adopted, were. He’s genetically linked to the House of Fingolfin and the House of Thingol and then got kidnapped adopted by the two remaining sons of Feanor. That has to have created a very open, tolerent kind of person. I also imagine that this weird upbringing relates to his interest in history even before his brother decided to be human. By the time Elrond is born, almost all the Nolder in Beleraind are dead and much of the land has been destoryed and yet no one has taken it upon themselves to write about it. Elrond is born at the end of an age and all this history came before him that he missed.My preferred version, if there is more than one version of their story (or part of their story)Pretty sure there’s only one canon version but I do like the idea that he was on good terms with all his Finweans family members in the second age: Celebrimbor, Gil-Galad, and Galadriel.

Favorite relationship(s)Elrond and his brother or Elrond and his wife even though most of it is speculative.

How would they react to Tom BombadilHe’s ready with his quill and parchment to interview the hell out of him.Optional: Something about them that I think people forgetI think people forget how young Elrond is compared to other elves because of the prominent position he has in the Third Age. Of the Second Age House Of Finwe, Galadriel is the oldest being third generation, Celebrimbor is fourth generation, Gil-Galad is fifth (going with my preferred interpertation where he’s Orodreth’s son), and Elrond is sixth. He is young.