#anyone wanna guess what nathaniel is doing? >:] i don't know if you will be able to but kshfhskdfh

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WIP............... Friday, it seems :]

from: chapter 10 of (why is there) joy in this poison!

[bisexualsmackingnoises]

Date anon again! Have you posted your ocs?? I don't think I've seen them srry if someone already asked about them!

Hey date anon! Thank you so much for your ask about my OCs, it means a lot to me that people are interested in them! I had this laying around in my inbox for an era and a half, but I thought now would be the perfect time to release them!

If anyone wants to learn more about these babes, just ask! I put a lot of time and love into them.

HAPPY 150+ FOLLOWERS, EVERYONE!

My (Main) JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo OCs!

Daphne Libertina (she/her)

Say HIII GIRLIEEE to my first and most developed Vento Aureo OC, Daphne! She’s your classic Y2K aesthetic airhead archetype. While designing her, I found Bimbo TikTok and fell in love with the aesthetic and the ideology. Because of this, a lot of the ditzy behaviour I worked into Daphne’s personality and design is inspired by Chrissy Chlapecka’s New Age Bimbo. She’s kind of a hyperfeminine vessel for whatever “girly” sentiments I have as well. I’m not that outwardly feminine in my daily life (I have a gender crisis every second week, subscribe for more!), so Daph was an experiment in expressing it elsewhere. This resulted in a newfound obsession with the colour pink and a renewed love for characters like Elle Woods and Cher Horowitz.

You might know her from my absolute banger of an art debut, the “Nectar” post*. Her besties include @blackevermore’s Chiara, @amarettocoffee’s Gina, and @bucciaratis-titty-window’s Strelitzia. Love ya galz, xoxo!

Stand: Scarlet Letter (Namesake: The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne [Book]). Alternatively**, Teen Idle (Namesake: Teen Idle by MARINA [Song])

*DISCLAIMER: She does not actually do… that. Even if @bucciaratis-titty-window says otherwise. Don’t listen to her. (That being said, take a wild guess who I ship her with.)

**“Why does she have two stand names?” Her stand was developed as SL but TI adheres to the music reference stand criteria. That being said, it’s a creative choice that I use SL regardless. Both pieces of media play a huge part in her foundation.

Capriccio “Crema” Solitario (they/them)

Described often by my friends as a feral noodle, Capriccio—codename Crema*—is my compulsory “Hey, I kinda wanna bang literally all of La Squadra???” self insert that gives me intense gender envy. Capri started out as a joke character, as their old name was “La Squadra Thot” or “LST” for short (take from that what you will). This was eventually shortened to “La Thotra” … until I gave them a tragic backstory and a real personality. That being said, their base function was still present in their later design: they were La Squadra Esecuzioni’s stress toy for a little while, but eventually settled down with two of my favourite assassin degenerates and holds their own as a valuable member of the team.

Stand: Mindless Self Indulgence/MSI (Namesake: Mindless Self Indulgence [Band])

*I have a headcanon that La Squadra’s “names” are all codenames, and that they have perfectly reasonable—if not slightly referential—normal names.

Lucetta “Lulu” Vitali (she/her/they/them)

Lucetta is probably the closest OC I have to a genuine self insert—she’s the most like me out of all of my JoJo OCs, anyway. Funnily enough, she doesn’t have that much development outside of her relationship dynamic with her long-term boyfriend*. I’m still trying to figure out how to translate all of me—or at least the key parts of me—into her and how she lives. Stay tuned for that. For now, I’ll bet that she’s working an entry level position in the writing industry, a projection of my future (hopefully).

Dierdre Darling (she/her)

Stand: N/A—just a regular ol’ person.

*For the record, I'm actually currently single & happy that way. Lulu, however, is dating her high school sweetheart. Guess who!

Mild gore warning on this one, she's... special.

Dierdre came to me in a moment of exercise delirium while listening to Blood Eater by Mom, and was inspired by the way zombies work in the TV show iZombie. Well, that’s how her stand works, anyway. She began Araki-style, power first and character second. She’s a shrill, unhinged woman with an insatiable craving for human flesh, blood and bone. She’s kinda like Secco, but worse. And yes, those teeth are purposefully, cosmetically sharpened. Also, a Unita Speciale member. Ask @bucciaratis-titty-window who babysits her.

She’s not exactly “with” anyone right now, but the joke at the beginning of her development was that she’d fallen hopelessly in love with a man who could create the rot and decay of time before her very eyes… oh, did I mention she’s fascinated by decay?

Stand: Living Dead Girl (Namesake: Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie [Song])

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ FALLIN' ALL IN YOU ❜

Songfic with ‘Fallin' all in you’ by Shawn Mendes.

with Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller.

Request: Hellooo love!! How are You?? Hope You good💕 could I request a jax teller x reader? Jax propose to the reader and then they have a wedding and some smutt!! Thank you honeeeyyy💕💕💕 love your work!! Just keep going💗 You are amazing🥰

BY ANON

The marriage proposal.

Warnings: none, fluff af.

Word count: about 1.7k

Aurora says: I didn't write the smut part because I thought that didn't fit in. this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

Masterlist.

Sunrise with you on my chest. No blinds in the place where I live, daybreak, open your eyes. This was only ever meant to be for one night. Still, we're changing our minds here. Be yours, be my dear.

Today is the day. Today is the day when you're going to marry your best friend, your partner in crime, the love of your life, the best man you could ever know. And even if it's supposed that the night before you shouldn't sleep together, you don't believe in superstition. You two wanted to wake up as a couple to go to sleep as a married couple. Your nose caresses his, purring as he closes his arms tightly around your body. One of your hands tour his neck slowly, with the tip of your fingers running over his skin and flooding on his lips, gently and sleepy kissing them. One second after, his mouth meets yours with a soft move before opening his eyes.

“You on time to run away”. He whispers with a hoarse and deep tone of voice.

“You too”. You chuckle sinking your face under his chin.

“I love you, darling”.

“I love you more, Jackie boy”.

So close with you on my lips, touch noses, feeling your breath. Push your heart and pull away. Be my summer in a winter day love. I can't see one thing wrong between the both of us. Be mine, anytime.

When the door rings, you're ready to start with the preparatives at the clubhouse, where your wedding dress waits for you. But before you can go with your girls, Jax grabs your wrist to pull you into him with that dearly smile on his lips that shakes your legs.

“Goodbye, miss (Y/L/N). I will see you again calling yourself ‘Teller’”. He says very proud, peeking your lips with short kisses.

“That sounds amazing”. You mutter against his lips, surrounding his neck with both arms tangled on.

“I can't wait to be married”. Putting away a soft tuft of your hair, he leans forward to kiss your forehead with all the love he carries on his chest.

“Then, hurry. I'm the one who has to be late, remember?”

Fast forward a couple years, grown up in the place that we live. Make love, then we fight, and laugh 'cause it was only meant to be for one night, baby. I guess we can't control what's just not up to us.

You're sitting on a stool in Jax dorms, while Laila does your hair. A beautiful braid decorated with white flowers on it. Watching the long white silk dress hanging from the top of the bathroom door, you can't help but think about the day you met. It was like fifteen years ago, in the kinder garden. Actually, it was really cute because there were some children trying to take off from you a teddy bear, because apparently you were too old to play with him. And Jax appeared from nowhere, followed by Opie. You still laugh because of the looks on their faces.

“That's ready, honey. Do you wanna see it?” Layla asks you while you stand up, straight to hug her.

“It isn't necessary. I would trust you my life”. You just say, before being interrupted by Gemma.

“Look at you…” She said almost in tears, opening and closing the door as fast as she can, to hold you into her arms. “You're going to be the most beautiful Old Lady ever…”

“Do you think that… Jax would like it?”

“Of course he will, sweetheart”.

Every time I see you, baby, I get lost. If I'm dreaming, baby, please don't wake me up. Every night I'm with you, I fall more in love. Now I'm laying by your side and everything feels right since you came along.

The front yard of Teller-Morrow is completely changed. The main door is closed and covered, so you will have the intimacy you deserve. Maybe it isn't the most romantic place on earth, but it's the one where you grow up with Jax and your families. There's a big flowers arch as an altar, and the alley to it it's in the middle of the guests. You will have to walk over a red carpet as if you were a star, because Tig said so.

When the door of the clubhouse gets opened and your bridesmaids step out from it, the soft music floods the crowded yard. The girls positioned themselves at the right of Jackson, waiting impatiently on the altar with Opie putting well on his tie and the flower on the lapel. But as soon as your future husband watches you walk towards him, grabbed to your father's arm, he breaks into tears. You can hear some chuckles, some kindly whispers, and Jax laughing between a soft cry, so proud of what he is seeing.

Oh, you know I've been alone for quite a while. Haven't I? I thought I knew it all, found love, but I was wrong more times than enough. But since you came along…

“When I met you, fifteen years ago… I promised you that I would protect you with my life”. He has to do a brief pause, freeing your hands to clear his tears with the back of them. “You made me a better man. You took care of me, loved me unconditionally, without asking anything back. You have been my best friend since ever, my counselor, my anchor to keep floating, and I can't wait to continue my life with you, (Y/N). I can't wait to have a family with you. To come back home everyday and fall asleep with you between my arms. I will never love anyone like I love you. And I want to show it to you every single second for the rest of my life, 'cause I'm the luckiest man on earth. You're kind, attentive, motivating, honest, careful, loyal. You are perfect for me, and I couldn't imagine a day without you”.

Leaning forward, Jackson kisses your cheek, taking the advantage to clean his tears with your fingers. You know everything that he thinks about you, but these words just make it real. For a second, you thought you were dreaming. That the wedding was a dream and that you would wake up before kissing him again. But there you are, stunning and making your future husband running out of air with a charming smile.

“I couldn't ask for a better way to spend my life, than doing it by your side, Jackson. You are the most intelligent and courageous man I have ever met. Your sense of… keeping close your family, your brothers, your friends… That's what makes the difference. You put their welfare before your own, and that makes you a good man. If your father would be here, he would be proud of who you are and of who you are becoming”. John always loved you like his own daughter, and he used to say that Jax and you would end up married. But you two always used to laugh about the idea, until three years ago when you got badly drunk. And a one-night-stand and an apparently big mistake, made real his prophecy. “Your father told me once that we were made for each other, destined to meet us, destined to protect each other, destined to respect each other. Destined to love each other. Your father was the wisest man I have ever met, even if I thought that he was wrong. And I can't wait to start calling you ‘my husband, ‘my family’ for the rest of my life”.

I'm thinking, baby, you are bringing out a different kind of me. There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free fallin' all in. You fell for men who weren't how they appear. Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free, fallin' all in you.

It's supposed that you should put the golden ring in each other's finger, but Chibs is crying so deep that he can't even say a single word, making the guests laugh when Bobby pushes him out of the altar.

“Fucking scottish… Or you're drunk, or you're crying”. He mumbles rolling his eyes, before grabbing the wedding rings from Opie's hands.

“I saw him once crying and drinking”. Jackson chuckles, infecting your families there.

“Here we go, brother”. Opie narrows his shoulders, before placing himself with the groomsmen behind him.

“I, Jackson Nathaniel Teller, take you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part”. Putting in your shaky finger the ring, with his oceanic eyes on yours, you're trying to contain the tears you have been hiding since you woke up on your shared bed.

“I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), take you, Jackson Nathaniel Teller, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part”. You can't help but laugh softly when you notice that he's more nervous than you, holding his hand to put in the wedding ring.

“Aye, ye can kiss yer wife, kid”. Kicking out Bobby's ass, Chibs appears again cleaning his tears. “I haven' been five month practicing ti not say these words”.

Fallin' all in you.

You can assure that his lips are softer than never, with your fingers tangled with his, kissing him under the cheerings of everyone around you two. Jax can't help but hug you. Tightly, dearly.

“I will always love you”. He mutters with a broken voice, intertwining your fingers in his scalp to push him closer.

“Not even death will set us part, Jax”.

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DM: So Horncabot's Curio Cabinet takes a while to find. It's not in the heart of the Merchant District like I said, but rather on the outskirts. You kind of have to wind through back streets and alleyways until you, at last, come upon a crooked patchwork almost conical building. Sort of made out of, you know those panels where it looks like the walls themselves have shingles on them? It's kind of made out of that material and it's really crooked, the roof is very conical and it's this patchwork building with a sign out front in carved wood. The sign actually looks very nice and fresh and well-painted which says 'Horncabot's Curio Cabinet'

Eudora: Anyone else think that the building looks kind of like a hat?

Hunt: It's certainly... something.

Moriarty: At least it doesn't look like a shoe.

Nathaniel: Would that be so much worse?

Moriarty: What? You don't know that particular nursery rhyme? Old lady who lives in a shoe? Had so many children she didn't know what to do?

Nathaniel: Please tell me more.

Moriarty: That's basically it.

Eudora: I'm missin' the connection between the shoe and the number of children.

Moriarty: I guess it just rhymed.

Eudora: Every nursery rhyme has some story behind it and now I wanna know what the story is behind that one.

Moriarty (OOC): Out of character, I suddenly need to know the story behind this one.

DM: Fam, that's a real good question. I wouldn't know. I'm sure it was probably, honestly it was probably something to do with Halflings that is now untrue and kind of offensive to say.

Eudora (OOC): Oh, now I'm thinking about Eudora's family with their multitude of children.

DM: Uh-huh.

Marigold (OOC): Can't believe that Haflings are the humanoid version of rabbits.

Nathaniel (OOC): There are two versions I am finding out.

Marigold (OOC): Of the actual story?

Nathaniel (OOC): Of the song and they're wildly different in tone.

[cockabeetle]

Haunting, chapter 3

An intermission, lowkey

Auriana wanted to talk and who am i to say no

AO3 link here,

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Auriana had realized, after leaving Talia in the basement, that she recognized the distracted way Talia was acting. She recognized it from the handful of times Talia had been responding to the dead back on Ephedia. It suddenly made sense for her to lose focus, if she saw a dead ally materialize in their practice studio. Auriana decided she'd pick up a smoothie for the prissier princess, calculating what flavor combination would let Talia know her secret was safe. At least until Auri could get her alone and ask about it.

Iris suggested they invite Carissa and Lyna to go shopping with them, too, but Auri was pretty sure they were busy with Izira's secondary mission for them. She called them anyway, and Lyna agreed to meet them by the mall in an hour, but gave a flimsy excuse for Carissa. Something, something, lost her shoe, something. Auriana didn't believe it for a second. Didn't question her, though. Why bother? If Lyna didn't want to admit what they were actually searching for, she'd have said it outright. If she's hiding something... she'll come clean when she's ready to. Iris offers to let Lyna and her shop alone while Iris heads back to check on Talia.

"What? Debebon, no! Tali probably just has one of those headaches Aunt Ellen mentioned, she probably wants a nap! We should enjoy our freedom for the day!"

"I don't know..."

"If Talia had wanted us to stick around, she wouldn't have told us to have fun! She was practically shooing us out of the room! Let her have her privacy, delicia! If she wants us to know what she needed to do alone, later, then you can hound her. You know?"

"...it isn't like her to hide things..."

"Uh... sure it is, debe! She deflects more than mirrors!" Iris wrinkles her nose, and Auriana wiggles her finger lightly.

"Just because you never noticed doesn't mean it didn't happen! I've known Talia for years now! Practically forever! I think I'd know a couple of her habits by now~!" Iris laughed.

"Yeah... I guess. But I will ask her later. You sure you don't wanna hang out at the mall with Lyna alone, though?"

"Yep! You deserve some time with your cousin, and I bet you'd rather not have to be alone for it~" Auriana winks. Iris flushes.

"It's not my fault no one told me!"

"Well no, but you're still gonna need to learn to get used to seeing her around! Maybe then you'll be ready for a real party, once the war is over! With the big crowds of people all vying for your attention, your blessing, your... devotion. Having a couple of people you can huddle with when you're overwhelmed is crucial, debebon."

"What do you keep calling me?"

"Huh?"

"It sounds like you're calling me 'Debby' with a weird accent, what are you saying?"

"Oh! 'Deh-beh-bon' is a voltan word for baby! It's like... for little siblings. Everyone calls everyone else siblings in Volta, if you grew up around them or know them well. 'Deh-beh' is just the short form... like 'sis'! 'Deh-lee-sha' is... it's um. Like... sweetheart! In voltan." Iris flushes and giggles.

"Oh!" Auriana grins.

"Anyway! We have time, we could stop at the smoothie bar~?"

"What's with that tone??"

"Isn't Nathaniel working today?"

"What? I mean, probably, but why the topic change???"

"It wasn't a topic change? I thought you'd wanna see him~"

"Oh ew! Not like that!"

"Whaaaaat? You don't have a crush??"

"No! He's like my cousin!"

"Hmm. You sure?"

"Ugh, yes! I think I know my feelings, Auriana!"

"Then who are you sneaking off to have illicit romance with?"

"M- what? What are you talking about?? I don't sneak off--"

"Mmmmissy? No. Mmmmatt? Probably not. Mmmm..."

"AURIANA!! "

"Mmmmmmephisto!"

"Shush!!!"

"Wait really? You're sneaking off to see him??"

"N-NO! I'M NOT SNEAKING OFF AT ALL!!" Auriana blinked once, and then shook her head.

"Whatever. Smoothie bar or no?"

"W- you're giving up now?"

"Smoothies or no?"

"...I really want one now..."

"Then we'll hang out at the smoothie bar, and you can spill properly!"

"Oh my god, Auriana--"

"I swear on Vania herself I won't tell anyone, I just wanna know."

"...promise?" Auriana nods solemnly, zigzagging her finger across her lips before drawing a line across her throat. Iris stared at her.

"What?"

"What was that... thing you just did?"

"All these questions! It's a common gesture in Ephedia, all over. I think it started near Borealis maybe? Or somewhere on the coast? But. It's this rhyme about an old Melzor."

"Rhyme?"

"'Sew my lips, learn to fly, take my head if I lie.'" Auriana repeated the motion, Iris's eyes widening.

"What, really? That's... there's a saying like that here, in America. 'Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.'" Auriana grinned.

"Similar concept! I guess aliens aren't that different, huh?"

"You realize you're the alien here, right?"

"So are you!"

Auriana shakes her head, and opens the door to the smoothie bar. Iris flushes as she scoots inside, and Nathaniel greets them with a thousand watt smile that... now that she's looking, Auriana can see has no real romantic undertones. There's love, sure, but it's the sort of love Auriana feels for Iris, not something for someone you'd wanna date. How had she ever mistaken it?