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taizi · 1 year
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give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around
chapter one: keep on keeping your eyes on me
rise of the tmnt  pairing: leoichi (leonardo / usagi yuichi) word count: 1k title borrowed from sparks fly by tswift  post-movie
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Usagi Yuichi doesn’t have a crush on that striped turtle guy who used to come into Run of the Mill all the time, because that would be stupid.
Because that turtle guy, Hamato Leonardo, is such a joke—he’s loud and obnoxious, all swagger and big talk and dad jokes that don’t even land half the time. He’s annoying, and it’s annoying that he acts like he can do whatever he wants just because Señor Hueso treats him like an unruly nephew, and it’s super annoying that he has the audacity to stop showing his face around here now that everyone has come to expect it.
It’s not because Yuichi misses him or anything! He just—noticed that Leonardo hasn’t been around lately, because Yuichi is very observant. That’s all.
The restaurant has felt weird and off-kilter in the turtle siblings’ absence the last couple of weeks. Yuichi brings it up once, a casual “I haven’t seen those Hamatos around here lately, have you?” that makes his coworker Qiao lower their glasses to stare at him over the rims so pointedly that Yuichi blushes to the tips of his ears and resolves to never bring it up again.  
Okay, so maybe he’s always been a tiny bit preoccupied with Leonardo—it’s not Yuichi’s fault the guy is so distracting.
Always propping his hip against counters and door jambs while he waits for a table, long and lean and dangerous, striped arms tight with muscle when they cross over his armored chest. Ugh.
And his stupid picture-perfect smile—the way it warms into something crooked and affectionate when his siblings are being particularly crazy, like those same ridiculous antics that send normal people running in the opposite direction are the absolute highlight of his day—ugh.
He’s so nice to look at. When he’s not fronting like he’s got something to prove, he’s really funny. He helps out a lot around the restaurant just because he can and he portals Yuichi’s coworkers home when it gets too late and they don’t have a ride and he’s. It’s. Ugh!!!!!
And he’s a fellow swordsman. He loves kenjutsu the same way Yuichi does, in a way that lights him up from the inside.
The first time they ever talked, months ago now, Yuichi struggled to sound cool and collected under the spotlight of Leonardo’s sharp golden eyes, trying to channel the samurai spirit of Miyamoto himself to possess Yuichi and keep him from stammering like an idiot.
Somehow he managed to maintain a flat, level tone as he casually mentioned that he trained with a sword, too. Leonardo’s face brightened in a way that Yuichi was woefully unprepared for. Mentally, he had to take a knee.
Their first conversation went on for most of an hour. Yuichi forgot he was supposed to be bussing tables and got dragged off by Qiao eventually, and Leonardo got an earful over the phone from the brothers whose dinner was getting cold in the takeout boxes in front of him, but until then—it was fun.
They compared their respective training, despaired over the same horrible, awful, whose-idea-even-was-it-and-why-did-it-stick katas, and at some point Leonardo reached over his shoulder and withdrew one of his beautiful katana, flipping it deftly in his hand and offering it hilt-first to Yuichi.
It was such an off-handed gesture, as if it wasn’t precious and important and an extension of his own self, as if it made perfect sense to let a complete stranger take it. Even Leonardo’s sister, sitting on the other side of the booth with Sunita while Sunita was taking a lunch break, looked wide-eyed at the move.
And when Yuichi gave it back, a piece of himself went with it. It’s a very inconvenient thing that happened and Yuichi is holding a grudge.
The only thing that tempers his extremely righteous and not-at-all-unreasonable ire is the fact that, since then, Leonardo has taken to seeking Yuichi out on his own whenever he’s making a nuisance of himself around Run of the Mill, spending Yuichi’s breaks rolling silverware with him and arguing hotly about TV shows and comic book characters.
Yuichi has gotten used to him. To the dizzy, twisty way his stomach acts around him. And now he’s just not around anymore, with zero explanation.
How dare Leonardo disappear. What’s his problem. Clearly this is an attention-seeking ploy. Well, Yuichi isn’t playing his game. He officially doesn’t care what Leonardo’s doing with his time, and that’s that on that.
Then one evening, as Yuichi is waiting at the bar for his drink orders, he sees Señor Hueso come rushing from the back of house. He’s always running around putting out fires, since their regular clientele can be an eclectic, eccentric crowd, but there’s a bit more frantic energy in his step than sits comfortably in Yuichi’s brain.
It’s a hold-over from his most ancient ancestors, that prey-animal intuition, keeping him fine-tuned to his surroundings even when he doesn’t mean to be. He always notices when something’s off, and something is definitely off.
So Yuichi turns, instinct nudging his eyes to follow his boss’s progress through the dining room, and then his elbow slips from where it’s propped on the bar and he almost eats it on the polished tile floor.
There’s a huge, hulking figure by the hostess stand, with a spikey shell and red mask that Yuichi recognizes instantly. This is Leonardo’s biggest brother, the eldest sibling Raphael, though from all the snippets of conversation Yuichi has overheard over the last year, he might as well be the mom.
Raphael turns as Señor Hueso approaches and something cold slinks into Yuichi’s stomach the second he does, because now Yuichi can see his face. Raphael’s left eye is milky white, the skin around it pale with scars. His shoulder is bandaged, and there’s a crater in his shell above the wound.
Ice slides through Yuichi’s gut. Suddenly he’s remembering a tense evening at home about a month and a half ago, the way his aunt yanked him into a hug the second he got home from work, holding him against her like she’d almost lost him. Then she expressly forbade him and all of his cousins from going into the human world for any reason. She even called Run of the Mill and spoke to Señor Hueso (which was humiliating, because Usagi is sixteen, not six) who in turn had assured her that the restaurant wasn’t currently connected to that door, and wouldn’t be until the invasion was long over.
“Invasion?” Yuichi had asked from around the corner of the hallway where he’d been eavesdropping.
“Nothing for you to worry about, baby,” Auntie said firmly. “You just stay put and let the humans sort themselves out. That’s what we always do.”
Yuichi had been curious, but not so much so that he was willing to get himself grounded. And he really didn’t go into New York City very much anyway. All of his friends were down here.
Most of his friends were down here.
It never occurred to him to worry about the Hamatos. He knew they lived in the mortal world, but they’re so much larger than life—they’re so quick and clever and stubborn and strong—that worrying about them feels about as useful as worrying about whether or not the sun is going to rise.
Now he feels sick. Now he thinks he should have been worried.
Señor Hueso is talking in a terse undertone, shoulders set and stiff. He’s transparently worried about something. Raphael shuffles anxiously, wringing his hands while they speak, the apprehensive mannerism incongruent with his imposing size.
A tap on the counter drags Yuichi’s eyes back to the bartender. They’ve finished his drinks and they’re watching him with sympathy in their eyes.
“Should’ve got Little Blue’s number when I told you to, huh, Usagi?” they say wryly.
“Shut up, Qiao,” Yuichi mutters, lifting his tray.
By the time he’s finished dropping the drinks off and taking everyone’s food order—a painful process, since no one can agree on an appetizer, and they have questions about every other thing on the menu, and Yuichi desperately wants to not be dealing with any of them right at this second—Raphael is already halfway out the door. He’s holding a bunch of to-go boxes, ducking his head and stumbling through his gratitude, and Señor Hueso is waving him off briskly.
The rest of Yuichi’s shift is agonizing. He comes up with a dozen half-formed intel-gathering schemes and discards all of them because they each essentially boil down to begging Hueso for information, and that’s his boss. He’s not quite that level of desperate, thank you very much.
…Not yet, anyway.
This is all your fault, Leonardo, Yuichi thinks darkly during closing that night, stuffing paper napkins into their receptacles with maybe six times the necessary aggression. All of his coworkers give him a wide berth, except for Qiao, who mops around him where he’s viciously restocking tables and very loudly says nothing at all.  
Fuck. Yuichi really should have gotten his number.
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ozzgin · 1 month
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Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou I’m not sure if u do character x yn x character tho
Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff
Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!
Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats
Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea
[Main Story] [General Headcanons]
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Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.
"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.
"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."
"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"
The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.
"I see. That's good."
"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."
"That's good."
Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.
"You okay?"
Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.
They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.
The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldn’t care less. He’s always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.
The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.
***
You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. It’s the first time he’s come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to “interrogate” some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. He’d completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.
It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.
“Sorry, I hope I’m not-”
You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitou’s hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the stranger’s chest heaved in short convulsions.
“-intruding.” You mumbled, regaining your speech.
He messed up, didn’t he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He can’t blame you if you’re now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and you’ve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? “Hey, I know I threatened to chop you up and you’ve now witnessed firsthand I’m a legit murderer, but, uh…I have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?”
You’re terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. It’s not that you relished in the torment of another. It’s the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitou’s imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. You’re scared of your shamelessness. It can’t be normal. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.
“I’ll be on my way then”, the yakuza announces politely.
Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize you’ve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.
To hell with it.
“I might say something terribly inappropriate right now, but…”
“Sorry?” He stares at you, dumbfounded.
“Do you have anything planned after this?” You ask quietly.
“N-no?”
“Would you mind staying over?”
“Huh? Sure…w-what for?” His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.
“You know…” Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.
He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.
“You’ll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). I’m not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.”
Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.
“What wrong idea?”
Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.
“Well, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.” He reveals with a stutter.
“Suppose I’d be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?” You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.
The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. It’s yearning. Your knees weaken.
“Don’t tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.”
You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.
“I’m dead serious.”
He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.
“Are you? There’s no going back after this. Can you handle it?” His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.
Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you don’t notice the movement back towards the seating area.
As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that you’re kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.
“G-go on, please.” You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. “I really can’t wait anymore.”
“As you wish, Miss.” He reassures you with a grin.
He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You don’t have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.
“Look at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.” He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. “Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?”
You nod erratically.
The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.
“Hey, don’t pass out now.” He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. “Not before you show me that you understand your situation. You’re mine. Is that clear?”
He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.
“Attagirl.” He concludes, satisfied.
In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes you’re no longer asleep.
“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“I will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise I’m fine.”
He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You can’t help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. It’s a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.
Although it’s no secret, really. It’s you.
***
“Thanks for driving me home, Kazuya.”
You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.
“Huh?” You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. “It’s still locked.”
The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasn’t even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.
Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Family’s honor, his freedom. Women aren’t exactly on that list, yet somehow, you’ve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and he’s realizing it just now. It’s becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the things…He’d give Daitou the world. But not you. He can’t. He can’t.
“Kazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.”
“Say, (Y/N) …ever fucked in a car before?”
“What?” You ask, baffled.
“Come here for a moment.” He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.
“Are you out of your mind?”
He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.
“I’m only going to ask once.”
You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.
“Someone’s in a sour mood, that’s for sure”, you complain. “It’s not even loaded.”
“Even I’m not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.” He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. “I thought it’d be more threatening that way.”
He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.
“Can you truly blame me when there’s such a pretty girl right before my eyes?” The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. “Won’t you let me prove myself?”
From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. It’s not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and you’re presently his victim.
His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.
“May I?” He glances up at you with a pleading expression. “I won’t be able to hold back afterwards.”
You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you can’t currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.
“Go ahead.” You finally confess.
He doesn’t hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.
One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.
“My, you’re already dripping. How lewd.” He whispers between breaths. “Do you want it now?”
He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.
“Well then, can’t forget our manners, can we?” He announces, visibly excited. “What should I do?”
You glare at him, feverish.
“Stop teasing me.”
“Come on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.”
Why, this…You lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.
“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”
Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.
“Oh, I’ve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).” He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. “Now say that you’re mine. Please. Please say it.”
“I’m…ah…I’m all yours, Kazuya.” You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.
“That’s my girl. Such a good girl.”
Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Can’t leave a lady all disheveled, after all.
“Won’t Daitou be upset?” You point out, somewhat anxiously.
His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.
“That’s one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another man’s name.”
“I’m just…” your words trail off.
“What? Worried? You think I can’t handle it or something?”
Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, you’re rather certain they’d end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.
“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”
He sighs loudly.
“I’ll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. But…just because it’s Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.”
Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.
“Aren’t you glad I’m such a diplomat, Love?”
“More like batshit crazy, both of you.” You retort, stretching.
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yki-dolls · 7 months
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Me and @dysfunctional-doodle played some Shredder's revenge with the new skins (I am claiming full responsibility) and the new dlc (Once again, I am claiming full responsibility) with me playing Usagi, and them playing various Leo's and Mikey.
Poor Usagi, travelling the multiverse just trying to find his stupid boyfriend, and finding different versions of him instead 😔😔😔
HONOUR!!
AND BUSHIDO!!
Pixel art Commissions (Shredder's revenge style ;D)
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doki-doki-imagines · 2 months
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hii, i couldn’t find in your rules whether you do nsfw but if you do could i please request cockwarming headcanons with gintoki and also katsura please 🫶🏼
tw: smut, gintoki degrades reader
Gintoki Sakata: -You bring that up. You don't know what you signed up for. -Gintoki. Lazy and sadist. A terrible combo for cockwarming. -He keeps you sitted there, between his warm chest and his desk, completely dressed. Just a tiny space left open to keep you connected. -People go in and out, making you jump and tighten up, but Gintoki doesn't move a muscle. His voice doesn't tremble. Not a gasp or a twitch. -Has your boyfriend been substituted by a cyborg? You are going dumb, for sure what is inside you is warm and human. -You look behind you, searching for his eyes. At least, they are fogged, pupils wide. -If you act good and don't move around, the surprise comes at the end of the day. -"Fuck, I know you are a good little whore. F-Following your master-" His thrust are restless. -He says you acted well, but he doesn't treat you nicely. Gintoki only goal is to make you both cum as hard as possible. -If you don't see white at the end, it means Gintoki didn't do a good job. -Do you dare to move before he decides it is enough? Get ready to punished. -"You slut. You ask for something this time consuming, and at the end, you don't even appreciate it?" His rough finger grabs your hair, pulling your head back on his shoulder, his other slap your thigh before groping the covered flesh. "Misbehaving harlots need to be punished."
Koutaro Katsura: -You think that as a samurai, he has a lot of patience. -You think that since Koutaro follows bushido rules, he won't back down. -Wrong. Both of them. -Zura is desperate the moment his dick is inside you. -He whines and twitches under you, hands leaving indent in your thighs. -"Why should we stop-" Koutaro whines, thrusting his hips upward as best as he can. -The guy is in abstinence. Between running away from the police and contrive new plans, his mind is always elsewhere. -And if casually, it goes back to you, Koutaro won't simply jerk off. He'll think of something else, and if persistent, he will take a freezing shower. -So, after so long, your warmth is literally paradise to him. -I don't think what you do can be considered cockwarming because it lasts a few minutes max. -Feel free to use him as you prefer, Koutaro will make sure it won't last long (lol). -Also gives him a lot of kisses after. It doesn't look like it, but Koutaro needs affection.
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I rewatched Rogue in the House today and I love my dumb turtle son but hearing Leo go “If you had honor Karai, you wouldn’t serve The Shredder” had me in HYSTERICS. There’s a Whole Adventure this bitch’s bunny boyfriend goes through where the thing Usagi takes away is ‘A truly honorable samurai serves his lord even if he’s a shit person’ and I just.
If Karai was truly following Bushido she would have killed your ass you dummy!!!! I CAN HEAR USAGI SCREAMING IN THE DISTANCE!!!!!!! YOU AND KARAI ARE BOTH NINJA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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iheartchv · 2 months
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TMNT Matchup for @starstrucksunflower
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I'm sorry if I got to this too late ;;v;; my inbox kept saying I had one more message than what it showed; had to check my email to find yours... Hope you like your match🎀💗
🤔 You'd be matched with...
Leonardo (2014-2016)
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I feel like Leo would be the one to fall for you
You both are alike in many things/ways
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Thinks you are just perfect
He supports what you do
Further on in the relationship, there might be times when you'll fight
But you both will apologize and kiss and make up
Leo's love language is also acts of service
Not a big fan of PDA... at least when you two first start dating
You teach him how to love and be loved
And even then he'll never understand, but won't question, why you accepeted to be his s/o
He vows to protect you with his life
He is loyal. L-O-Y-A-L
He values loyalty as well as his ninja teachings and the code of bushido and eveything Master Splinter has taught him
Leo can be a passionate lover
He is nervous but he learns pretty quickly
He'll be giving you sweet kisses and embraces, being soft and gentle with you
From friends to lovers and then to boyfriend/girlfriend, you two have been through a lot
But that didn't stop you from having feelings for each other that continued to blossom and grow
Leo can't imagine not having you in his life now
He doesn't want it to go to the way it was before
He felt like he could be himself around you instead of being the leader that his father/master wants him to be
He loves you and he always will 💙🐢
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johndhu · 1 year
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Waking up (Cyberpunk 2077, Judy X V)
V was used to waking up to one of three things. An alarm she’d set the night before, the sunlight through her apartment window finally inviting her to the start of a hangover, or Jackie knocking on her door or calling her with his latest scheme already starting to cook. The past months had swapped the last for Nibbles the sphinx leaping onto her chest and pawing at her to ask for food, and the second for the sole pleasant wake-up call she’d started receiving. A hand through her hair, and the gentle press of warm, familiar lips against hers.
V was used to hard kisses. Her first boyfriend had always pressed hard and hungrily against her. He was always so excited, so eager. It was tactless, but endearing. Her first girlfriend had been more practiced, but still kissed hard, biting her lip and holding her like she was going to fall if she let go. Sharing a bed in Night City was so often about pleasure more than love, and almost everyone V had done so with kissed the same way her first had. Almost.
The kiss that lifted her slowly from sleep was soft, gentle, inviting and savoring. As the drowsy confusion of unconsciousness melted away, she blissfully returned it. Warmth spread through her as familiar fingers wandered through her hair.
“Mmm…”
Judy pulled slowly away, sucking lightly on her lower lip. “Hey.”
“Hey you,” V whispered. She put a hand to Judy’s cheek and brushed it lightly with her thumb. V felt her skin grow warm and the softest of sighs slip past her lips. Judy wrapped her arms and a leg around V. Her eyes drifted lazily open and met her love’s. The corners of V’s mouth curled upwards. She couldn’t help it, the way Judy looked at her always made her heart melt. “You know somethin’?” V whispered.
“Hm?”
She leaned in closer and closed her eyes again. “I love you.” She gave her another quick kiss. “So much.”
“Mmmlove you too,” Judy mumbled. She scrunched V’s hair and absentmindedly traced her leg up and down.
“Mmm. I could get used to this,” V teased.
The bed shifted and the moment was broken by Nibbles, who perched herself between them and let out an insistent “Mrrrap!” clearly announcing that her breakfast was late. They laughed and V lifted an arm to let Nibbles into the huddle. “Hey nibs.” The cat trilled again, more quietly. She kneaded V’s side and settled down, willing to accept a warm place to snooze as temporary placation for her morning meal. V kneaded the sphinx and she leaned into her hand, starting to purr.
“Gonna have to start the day eventually,” Judy mused a few minutes later.
“Bed’s so waaarm thooough,” V groaned.
Judy nestled in closer. “It is. But thanks to a certain someone, we’re nomads now. Got work to do.”
“Mmm but there’s one thing you’re overlooking.”
“Hm?”
“What if I…” V deftly tucked her arm deeper under her. “Mhn I just had to stretch…” She feigned a yawn and pulled Judy up against her.
Judy beamed and closed her eyes again. V. Her V. She’d stopped believing in some beautiful stranger wandering into her life and taking her away from it all long ago. But V had done it.
A fist banged on the side of the trailer, making Nibbles sit up. “Hey! Come on love birds! Breakfast!” Panam called.
Judy reluctantly wriggled loose and propped herself up on her elbow. “Come on babe. If there’s one thing that always gets you up it’s breakfast."
V sighed and sat up slowly, giving Nibbles time to jump down and trot towards the kitchen. “Guilty as charged,” she said, letting out a real yawn and struggling to her feet.
Judy bit her lip and took a moment to enjoy the fact that her girlfriend didn’t wear much below the waist to bed. “Mmmhmm,” she hummed.
V laughed and looked over her shoulder. “Come on Judes. You see my ass all the time.”
Judy shrugged and got to her feet. “I’ve seen Bushido 2 a dozen times. Still puts me in a good mood every time I see it.” She walked around the bed. “’Course it doesn’t get me going the same way your ass does.” Judy gave her backside a playful swat on her way past. V chuckled and followed her. Definitely a better way to wake up.
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elliottjpg · 11 months
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Yoko Jigen's no good, very bad day life
Yoko lost her little "sister" as a teen. Suki got in trouble with the local mafia and disappeared, and several different gangs claimed her murder.
Thirty years later, Yoko's daughter Naomi accidentally kills two gangsters and has to flee the country.
Turns out Yoko's "sister" is not dead and also not a girl, and Naomi will end up studying Bushido under her uncle's boyfriend, giving her mom a heart attack ^^
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Btw, I have a fic on how Jigen reunites with his sister (and how it immediately blows up in their faces)! And while I haven't written any story about Naomi, you can find out more about her eventual career as a thief here and here!
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selfshipstorm · 1 year
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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
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Falling asleep on the couch in the middle of watching Bushido X with Kerry for what felt like the hundredth time was not on V's list of things to do. But life had been exhausting lately, so she supposed she deserved it. Both of them did, really. When V opened her eyes, the sky outside was still full of stars, and the moon still hung overhead. She could only reason it had to be some ungodly early hour of the morning, based on the fact that the movie had finished playing, probably quite a while ago. She fidgeted, trying to get comfortable once more, and didn't realize Kerry was awake too. "V?" "We did it again." She joked quietly, leaning farther back into her boyfriend's chest. "Yeah, we did. So what?" Kerry reasoned, tossing an arm around V's waist. "I think we deserved a little break."
my comments + ref image under the cut !
THIS TURNED OUT SO MUCH BETTER THAN I"D HOPED IT WOULD
Some parts look a little wonky, this was basically a redraw of this picture, the scene outside the window looks less like landscaping at a fancy mansion on the outskirts of a big city and more like a green pasture, the "city light glow" effect looks a lil weird, but I digress.
I still love this.
Kerry Snuggles :)
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Shadow of the Fox
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This book has been on my to-read list for about a century and a half and I finally got around to reading it. BOY, AM I GLAD I DID!!!! I'm going to try to make this review as spoiler free as possible, but seeing as I have specific opinions on the ending, that may be a bit difficult. I'm just going to issue a spoiler warning for the entire review.
One of the things I absolutely loved about Shadow of the Fox was Kagawa's writing. Her descriptions, particularly the descriptions of the settings were so fucking fantastic that if I closed my eyes, I probably would've been able to trick myself into thinking I was in Iwagoto. Her descriptions of people were also brilliant, I just had a hard time imagining the clothes. I don't know much about what kimonos and other traditional Japanese clothing look like so I just kept imagining Yumeko in a hanbok (which is Korean and therefore from the wrong culture entirely).
The pacing of the book was also pretty nice. It started out with a bang, like, first chapter and there's already an army of demons. That was pretty nice because it really hooked me in and kept my attention through the next few chapters of exposition (you know, the part where the author sets up the plot and introduces the characters which is kinda necessary but also not terribly exciting). Then when the whole adventure started, it was pretty much one thing after another. It was a good mix of epic action scenes and scenes centered around dialogue.
Characters
Yumeko: I FUCKING LOVED Yumeko. Some of my favorite quotes in the entire book (I prefer funny quotes to profound ones) were made possible because Yumeko did not understand sarcasm. One of the things that I loved the most about Yumeko is that she didn't fall into the damsel in distress category (which would've been easy considering her lack of experience of life outside the temple) but she also didn't fall into the inexplicably a warrior category (you know, put the girl with absolutely no training against an enemy and suddenly she's got a black belt in Capoeira). She was able to hold her own and even save Kage Tatsumi (the infamous demonslayer) on occasion and she did that through things she had already mastered (her illusion magic, for example).
Kage Tatsumi: Ok, so, I must admit, I wasn't as fond of Tatsumi as literally everyone else who read this book but that's not because he's badly written or anything, it's because I rarely love the dark-past emotionally-constipated mysterious-badboy type characters. I did love his levels of badassery though. I guess I just wish we could've seen more personality although I suppose the whole point of his character is that he's not SUPPOSED to have a personality.
Okame: He was definitely the character I had the most fun reading about by far. Okame was hands down the funniest and I think he added a lightheartedness to the squad that was severely needed. I also always appreciate an archer. Personally, I think archery is cooler than swordplay. I also think his character as compared to Tatsumi brings up some interesting points. He's constantly talking about being an honorless Ronin as opposed to Tatsumi who is a Samurai and abides by the code of bushido but that begs the question of what honor really is.
Taiyo Daisuke: My favorite character!!! I swear, Kagawa created this man specifically to make me fall in love. I mean, a young nobleman (who's actually noble and not an asshole) with pretty features and long silver hair. Yes, please. Aside from the fact that he's totally my newest book boyfriend, I also think that Daisuke is the purest character in a way. He's the only character who's not either keeping secrets/decieving/misleading the other characters (Yumeko and Tatsumi) or in possession of questionable morals (Okame). Of course, that also makes me a bit anxious because he seems to0 good to be true
Reika: She may have come in a little close to the end, but I still consider her to be pretty important. Reika is another one of my favorite characters. She's a shrine maiden, not a warrior, so she's probably not embarking on many dangerous missions. Still, she does not hesitate to do extremely dangerous things to protect the shrine. Reika is the character I respect the most.
Lady Satomi: The big bad. I didn't have any huge opinions on Satomi and interestingly enough, I hated her more for abusing her waitstaff than for, you know, sending an army of demons to steal a magic scroll and attempting to kill the main characters multiple times. She was a worthy villain but there was nothing about her that really stood out to me
I said at the beginning of this review that I have opinions on the ending. I really loved that Tatsumi gets possessed by Hakaimono at the end because I was dreading the moment Tatsumi uncovered Yumeko's lies and carries through his orders to kill her but with Hakaimono possessing Tatsumi, that heartbreaking moment never actually happened. Yeah, I know that also means that one of the most dangerous demons Jigoku has to offer is now running around the mortal realm in the body of an elite warrior, but at least Yumeko and Tatsumi don't hate each other.
I do have a bone to pick with the epilogue, though. I feel like Lady Satomi's death should have been more dramatic. She does all this crazy evil badass magicy stuff but in the end, she's just stabbed in her bed chambers?! It's just a bit underwhelming. At the same time, though, I understand why Kagawa had her killed that way. She was too powerful to fight head on, so having a character sneak in and assassinate her was probably the best way to ensure that she died.
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morporkian-cryptid · 2 years
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Today in "Elliott's Niche AF AUs": one (1) person asked me about this, sooooo...
Lupin III Discworld AU crossover headcanon pile thingy!!!
For those who don't know: Discworld is a flat world held on the back of four giant elephants on top of a giant turtle, floating through space. That world has magic, as well as trolls, dwarves, goblins etc... but in a way that's meant to subvert typical fantasy tropes.
Ankh-Morpork, the biggest city on the Disc, is a hotbed of crime, innovations, and innovations in crime. It is run by a council of guilds, and by a Patrician (a lifelong tyrant; he's elected by the guilds but he has the final say in everything). Notorious for having an Assassins', Thieves', Beggars', and Seamstresses' (sex workers) Guilds. Also notorious for its Watch (the police), which is actually surprisingly good at solving crimes. It's also the biggest immigration destination on the Disc.
Character backstories/situations:
Lupin : half-quirmian-half-agatean (Quirm being the DW equivalent of France), grew up in the Agatean Empire (DW equivalent of China/East Asia). He moved to Ankh-Morpork to follow Fujiko, and/or to escape Zenigata. He’s an illegal thief (meaning he's not registered with the Thieves' Guild), and his favourite hobby (besides just stealing in general) is screwing with the Guild. Commander Vimes, the head of the Watch, is supposed to catch him (or at least help Zenigata catch him), but he's secretly rooting for him because he dislikes the Guild slightly more than he dislikes Lupin.
Jigen : son of a couple of Agatean immigrants in Ankh-Morpork, grew up as a street urchin in the Shades (the most crime-ridden neighborhood of the notoriously crime-ridden Ankh-Morpork). He joined the Assassins’ Guild later in his life as a (mostly self-taught) sharpshooter, with a talent that outshone that of the Guild's best students. He later quit the Guild after he met Lupin (possibly had a contract to kill Lupin, and decided “screw this I’m going with him”). He can use any kind of shooting weapons, but favors crossbows. He’s tried stealing and using the gonne (DW's first and only firearm); it didn't go well. He somehow managed to learn one single spell from the wizards, the fireball, by becoming pals with Arcchancelor Ridcully (wizard, head of the Unseen University, and famous for his unfortunate passion for crossbow shooting).
Goemon : agatean immigrant/fugitive, master swordsman. He left Agatea because Fujiko stole his Zantetsuken and fled to Ankh-Morpork, so Goemon had to follow her to retrieve his sword. He then met Lupin and Jigen and decided to stick around. The Zantetsuken is a talking sword, and its personality is basically the embodiment of Bushido. It's extremely annoying (like all talking swords), but Goemon loves it. (it was probably his only friend back in Agatea)
Fujiko : agatean immigrant/fugitive. Ran away from the Agatean Empire chased by Goemon. She joined the Thieves’ Guild, but everyone confuses her for a seamstress because her technique usually involves seduction. She tried it on Vetinari once. It failed spectacularly.
Zenigata : agatean immigrant, part of the Empire’s police force, who came to Ankh-Morpork chasing Lupin. He only brought his assistant Yata with him, and has to cooperate with the Watch to have resources to catch Lupin. Vimes doesn’t particularly like him, but he’s good at his work so he can’t say anything (they're both too stubborn to get along).
Bonus:
Yata: Zenigata’s assistant, came to Ankh-Morpork with him, rapidly became great friends with Rufus Drumknott (the Head Secretary of the Patrician, Lord Vetinari). He has a bad influence on Drumknott. He also befriended Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson, but then again Carrot befriends everyone.
Ami: She's a clacks operator. Clacks are basically the DW equivalent of telegraph. There's a group of clacks hackers called the GNU, so she might have joined them.
Albert: He's part of the Patrician's Dark Clerks (they're the secret services of Ankh-Morpork)
Rebecca: She's from Quirm. That’s all I have about her for now. (Quirm's the equivalent of France, but in the french translation it was made into an equivalent of Italy)
Random-Ass Headcanons
Lupin gets along like a house on fire with Moist von Lipwig (former conman and current postmaster, notorious adrenaline junkie), both figuratively and literally. Lupin and Lipwig sometimes team up on heists and rely on each other’s help, when they’re not busy competing against each other because Lupin keeps daring Lipwig to thieving competitions.
One of the contests’ goal is to steal Vetinari’s manuscript, The Servant. Fujiko wins. She wasn’t even in the race.
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Fujiko quickly became friends with Adora-Belle Dearheart (Moist von Lipwig's rather explosive girlfriend), they get together every now and then to trash-talk their respective boyfriends.
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For some reason everyone thinks Lupin is a werewolf. (it’s actually Jigen)
(maybe. I haven't yet decided whether or not he is. That would be a very good source of angst, considering what most werewolves are like, and also a very good source of domestic fluff if the whole gang has to adapt to the moon cycle and Jigen's transformations. Idk. Might be fun.)
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Fujiko owns a horse golem (a gift from Adora-Belle or something she stole, we may never know). The Gang also owns a carriage, modified with a spell so it will drive faster, and they drive it completely carelessly. It has been destroyed and rebuilt countless times. (actually a bunch of spells, Lupin probably found a way to blackmail Ridcully so he could mod the shit out of his carriage. Or they rely on Jigen’s friendship with Ridcully)
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Lupin uses swamp dragons as firearms (dialogue courtesy of @marquise-de-clarabas: Jigen: You stole a dragon??? Lupin: I didn’t steal him! He’s his own person and can make decisions himself! Dragon: I wanna steal). He has an alias and disguise entirely dedicated to visiting the Sunshine Sanctuary For Sick Dragons, and somehow became friends with Lady Sybil Ramkin-Vimes (Commander Vimes' wife, and the greatest expert on swamp dragons in the city, probably on the Disc). Vimes doesn't know about it, and Lupin finds the whole situation hilarious. He constantly makes jokes about how he’s playing with fire.
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The Thieves’ Guild and the Watch are competing to catch the Gang, but secretly Vimes is rooting for the Gang (the Guild just hates them). That said, Vimes also hates Lupin (only slightly less than he dislikes the Guild), because he's always a little shit whenever he gets put in jail, and then he immediately breaks out.
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Rincewind (famously bad wizard with a shit luck and a tendency to run from problems) once got arrested by Zenigata, because he got startled by him yelling LUPAAAAAAAAAN! and started running for the hills, making Zenigata believe he was Lupin in disguise. Rincewind is terrified of Zenigata.
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Zenigata is actively trying to stop the Thieves' Guild from catching Lupin and Co, both because he wants to catch them himself, and because he knows what the Guild does to illegal thieves and he doesn’t want it to happen to Lupin.
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Lupin stole Ridcully’s hat (custom wizard hat with a bunch of pockets, drawers, a crossbow, and a tiny flask of alcohol) as a gift for Jigen’s birthday. He also stole Lipwig’s hat (golden cap with dove wings), after which Adora claimed she didn’t recognize Moist (dialogue courtesy of @marquise-de-clarabas: Moist: C’mon babe, it’s me, your boyfriend! Adora, knowing full well who he is: I have never met this man in my entire life). He also raided the Assassins' Guild's armory/museum to get a birthday gift for Goemon.
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About Jigen and the gonne (spoilers for Men at Arms) : basically, the gonne being such a dangerous and destructive weapon compared to crossbows, it has a nigh-magical attraction on people, and awakens and strengthens whatever lust for power, vengeance, blood etc they have. It basically controls its user and feeds on their convictions, addictions, wants, etc. The only person known to have resisted it is Vimes (because he's a stubborn mofo with a sense of morals you could bend iron on), and even he came damn near to losing his mind. (And Carrot, because... he's Carrot.)
Assuming the gonne didn't get destroyed in this AU: after they steal it, Lupin tries to use it, gets completely possessed/cursed (again) and accidentally tries to murder his friends (again), prompting Jigen to take it from him. Jigen then gets possessed as well, and they start fighting for the gonne, until Goemon just walks in, takes it out of their hands and takes it away. Goemon's completely unaffected by the gonne because 1) of his ascetic training and 2) "it is a filthy morporkian artifact and cannot compare to the noble art of the sword."
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Zenigata often teams up with Angua (resident werewolf of the Watch), they get along very well. The Gang is very easy to track, they smell like a tobacco factory that has caught on fire.
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Yata and Drumknott (Patrician's head secretary, and confidante, sort of) get together after office hours, and argue about whose boss is the best (because as we all know they both have a crush on respective bosses). One day Drumknott accidentally calls Vetinari “Sempai” after he heard Yata call Zenigata that all the time.
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Lupin follows Lipwig’s example and steals all of Yata’s pencils every time he visits the Pseudopolis Yard (the Watch's HQ). Drumknott is fuming when Yata tells him about it.
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Leonardo Da Quirm is butt-naked, because Part 4.
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Something with vampires, probably.
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tagging @carriagelamp and @mad-whoman-with-a-book00 because I know you may be potentially interested in this AU ^^
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taizi · 1 year
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give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around
chapter five: don’t usually swoon but i’m over the moon
rise of the tmnt pairing: leoichi (leonardo / usagi yuichi) word count: 2k title borrowed from fallin’ for ya by grace phipps post-movie
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Friday morning, Yuichi is waiting on the corner of the street, directly across from the exact spot Leonardo portalled to last time. He’s twisting the front of his shirt, anxious and excited and mostly just dying for Leonardo to show up already.
Granted, he got here forty minutes early, so he’s had plenty of time to walk around in circles and collect strange looks from vendors setting up for the day. He’s also had four cans of milk tea from the vending machine nearby so he’s comfortable blaming the jitters on caffeine.
Yuichi just—really wants to see him. He wants today to go well.  
He’s just sunk into a reluctant seat on the edge of the bench when he catches a glimpse of blue in the corner of his eye. He shoots right back up to his feet at the same time a portal blooms open across the road and three people step through.
One of them is Leonardo, in a purple jacket this time. He’s also wearing a sling now—probably his siblings’ desperate last-ditch attempt to keep his left arm as immobile as possible, given that Leonardo seems to act as if it’s not broken in eight places and the cast is just someone’s tacky idea of a fashion accessory. He’s fiddling with the long tails of his blue mask, brushing them over his shoulder and then drawing them back over it again, like he can’t decide how they should lay.
April and Raphael are with him. They’re both hanging back a little bit, indulgent expressions on their faces.
Leonardo bounces eagerly in place, scanning the crowd, and Yuichi gives himself just a second to absorb the sight of him. For a second he feels the way he used to before he ever knew Leonardo’s name—when he was just an annoyingly handsome stranger with rowdy siblings and an unfairly nice smile, and Yuichi would hold his breath every time he walked into work half-dreading, half-hoping he would be there. Back then, he did a lot of looking without speaking.
Now, their eyes meet, and Leonardo’s face lights all the way up, and Yuichi feels a surge of something fierce and toothed and achingly tender at the same time.
“Usagi!” he yells, like it’s been weeks since the last time they met in person, instead of like two days.
Leonardo can still smile like that. After everything. After an invasion and a coma and a concussion and his whole world being thrown into chaos, he’s still here, making a noisy nuisance of himself on an otherwise peaceful street in Yuichi’s rural neighborhood.
Yuichi is so fond of him he doesn’t know what to do with it all. He’s so lucky he didn’t miss this guy before he had a chance to really know him.
“You’re late,” Yuichi calls back. He doesn’t know what his voice sounds like or what his face is doing. “That’s what I get for waiting on a turtle.”
The Hamato clan is a tactile, demonstrative bunch, which Yuichi knows firsthand from having seen it pretty much every time they’ve ever been in Run of the Mill for longer than two minutes—sharing seats and grabbing each other in headlocks and draping arms over shoulders, casually affectionate—and Yuichi wouldn’t say he’s the same way generally speaking.
He lets his cousins dangle off of him, and he’s had the same three best friends since they were all children, so they’ve sort of been grandfathered in. But everyone else is a different story. Yuichi knows he isn’t very approachable, and it’s never really bothered him before.
So people don’t usually run to meet him, but that’s exactly what Leonardo is doing. Yuichi’s arms fall open automatically and they collide hard enough that it knocks the breath out of his lungs. Leonardo’s arm squeezes him hard and even lifts him a few inches off the ground.
Oh, okay. Strong. That’s—yeah.
Yuichi pulls back when Leonardo does. They’re eye-to-eye and there’s a moment where they just stand there and grin stupidly at each other.
Then some stranger shuffles past them and Leonardo seems to remember at the same time Yuichi does that they’re in broad daylight on a busy street just standing there in each other’s arms, and they spring apart.
“Oh my god,” Raphael says from behind them.
“See? See? It's exactly like I said,” April replies with wicked glee.
Leonardo’s sort of agitated, back to fidgeting with his mask tails, and he shoots a scowl over his shoulder at his siblings.
Raphael ignores him, smiling over the top of his head at Yuichi. “Hi, Usagi,” he says politely. “Thanks for having us over to your place.”
“Neither of you were invited,” Leonardo says loudly.
Yuichi offers the giant turtle a hesitant smile. He wants so badly for Leonardo’s family to like him, and Raphael’s good opinion feels like a really important thing to have just in general, all on its own.
“Oh, it’s no trouble. I, um—I thought it sounded like Donatello and Michelangelo were going to come, too. Did they change their minds?”
“These four together are a walking chaos generator and we figured we’d spare you that whole situation,” April says. “Especially since you seem to have something special planned for—”
Leonardo leaps toward her and they immediately start scuffling. Raphael sidesteps them easily and goes on talking as if nothing interesting is happening behind him.
“They wanted to come along, but like April said, there’s already two of us crashing your plans, which isn’t really fair. So I asked Donnie to stay and keep an eye on Mikey, and Mikey thinks he’s keeping an eye on Donnie. They’ll stay put.”
That’s genius. Thinking of his own little cousins, Yuichi says, “And that works?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s the perfect system until one of them figures it out.” Lowering his tone conspiratorially, he adds, “I used to use it on the twins all the time to trick them into convincing each other to go to bed.”
Leonardo’s head whips around. “What?”
“Nothing, Leon,” the bigger turtle deflects quickly.
Yuichi really likes Raphael.
“Come on,” Yuichi says, hooking a hand around Leonardo’s elbow and hauling him forward. “If we let you start complaining about the injustices of your childhood, we’ll be here all day. You didn’t eat breakfast, right? Let’s get okonomiyaki.”
Raphael snorts and April laughs brightly. Yuichi thinks he feels Leonardo staring at the side of his face, but when he glances at him to check, the turtle is looking somewhere else. His pulse is racing beneath Yuichi’s hand. The skin of his cheeks has darkened a little, like he’s flushed from the sun or all the wrestling around with his sister.
He’ll feel better once he’s had something to eat. Yuichi drags him toward food with single-minded focus.
Originally, Yuichi had sort of daydreamed about giving Leonardo a ride on his bike, but that went up in smoke when his eldest siblings invited themselves along.
Still, this isn’t bad. It’s a nice day for a walk. And this way they can eat savory pancake off a paper plate with their fingers, and Yuichi can point out his favorite parts of the place that raised him without having to compete over the roar of the wind and the engine. He even forgets to be nervous around Leonardo’s brother and sister, who seem happy to trail behind them and let them talk.
The farm comes into view around a bend in the road and almost immediately four little voices bellow, “HE’S HERE!”
“Oh spirits,” Yuichi whispers.
Botan, Momiji, Jomei and Sonoko tear across the yard at full speed. Were they waiting to ambush Yuichi and his guests this entire time?
Spinning to face the Hamatos, Yuichi blurts, “Actually this was a bad idea. We should go, right now, literally anywhere else.”
“Nope,” Raphael says. His voice is warm and rich, like it’s about to dissolve into laughter. “We’re already here, might as well stay.”
“Yeah, and you promised my little brother some dinosaurs,” April adds wryly.
“Aww, hey, are these your cousins?” Leonardo says, shoving the leftover okonomiyaki into his brother’s hands. He looks nowhere near as intimidated by the oncoming stampede of small children as he should be. “They’re so much cuter than you could have ever prepared me for, what the heck! Bunnies!”
The stern bark of “Kids!” freezes them in their tracks before they can tackle Leonardo to the ground, which is how they usually greet Yuichi’s friends.
Auntie climbs down the wheezing porch steps, her prosthetic leg whirring quietly with each step. She waves the little kids away patiently and plants her hands on her hips when she’s directly in front of the guests.
“So you must be Leonardo. I’ve heard so much about you it feels as though I know you already. My nephew talks about you constantly,” she says with absolutely no mercy. Yuichi gives up and hides his face in his ears. “It’s about time that boy brings you to meet me. Call me Auntie.”
Leonardo is grinning, two children dangling off his good arm, another wrapped around his leg, and the last one trying to clamber up the back of his shell. He stands there like he doesn’t even notice their weight.
He’s not the type to admit when he’s hurting, though, so Yuichi begins extracting bunnies from his person before they can do any actual harm to his still-healing body.
“Auntie! Thank you for the snacks! Everything you sent me was the best thing I’ve ever tasted, obviously, but I loved the blueberry buckle more than life itself.” He ducks his head to avoid a flailing limb as a squirmy six-year-old is forcibly removed from his carapace, but otherwise doesn’t miss a beat as he goes on, “My little brother made me promise to ask for the recipe, but if it’s a family secret, he’ll totally understand.”
The or else is neatly implied.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Auntie says, patting his hand. “And I just made some fresh cakes yesterday, you’ll have to take one home with you. I’d better pack some extra for the rest of your siblings, too. Look at the three of you—way too skinny!”
Leonardo and his siblings all stare at each other in confusion, then he and April glance at Raphael, who looks down at himself at the same time, as if they’re all trying to figure out how ‘skinny’ could be applied to him in any sense of the word.
“Okay well anyway,” Yuichi says loudly, grabbing Leonardo’s shoulders from behind and propelling him toward the barn, before his family can make this any worse. “They’re here to see the nestlings, so that’s what we’re gonna do. Just us, without any of you.”
Horrifyingly, Auntie makes knowing eye contact with April and Raphael before she agreeably begins herding her children back up toward the house. The kids all loudly protest losing their turtle-shaped jungle gym but Yuichi is finally able to make his escape with Leonardo in tow.
Spot pokes his head out of a bed of loose straw when they step into the barn, and he trots over to Yuichi eagerly.
“There you are, buddy. Good nap?” Yuichi feels himself relax immediately as Spot presses into his hands for scratches, the tokage’s tiny presence smoothing down the prickly, scratchy edges of the ball of nerves lodged in Yuichi’s chest. “Leonardo, this is Spot.”
Leonardo kneels next to Yuichi eagerly and within seconds it earns him an armful of curious, wriggly lizard. He laughs out loud, his old laugh, the full-bodied, bright thing it used to be.
April makes a muffled noise behind him that Yuichi turns to investigate. She has her phone out and is clearly recording the whole thing, hand pressed over her mouth, eyes all dewy.
“His brothers are gonna love this,” she whispers. “Expect a delivery of baked goods from Angelo sometime in the next two to three business days.”
“Hey, losers,” Yuma calls from one of the stalls, leaning over the gate. “You know how hard it is to herd a bunch of baby lizards into one spot and then keep them there for any extended period of time? Are we doing this or what?”
“Ohmigosh,” Raphael says upon approach, all high-pitched and delighted, “they’re so little!”
They’re just over two weeks old and very little. There’s eleven of them and they’re all about the length of Yuichi’s arm from nose to tail. None of their colors have settled yet, their scales still pale grays and greens. The nestlings swarm these strange newcomers without an ounce of fear, making curious vocalizations and inspecting their persons for food.
Perhaps predictably, Leonardo’s attention is snagged by the most brazen of the bunch, the tiniest hatchling of them all. He’s sitting on the stall floor and she’s determined to climb the hills and valleys of his folded legs. She squawks when he attempts to assist her so he backs off with an amused snort, completely charmed by the pint-sized creature’s larger-than-life-sized attitude.
“She was the last to hatch and she’s a lot smaller than her siblings,” Yuma says, arms folded on the top of the gate. “It’s still too early to tell if she’ll make it.”
“Nah, look at her. She’s a little lion.” Leonardo is smiling at her where she’s triumphantly perched on top of his knee. When she crawls right into his open hands, his smile breaks into a crooked grin. Lifting her so they’re nose-to-nose, Leonardo tells her sternly, “You show them, niña. Think big, shiny thoughts. Be their champion.”
She chirps at him and he chirps right back.
Okay, what?
That was the most adorable thing that’s ever happened in the entire collective history of the Hidden City. Yuichi didn’t even know turtles could make that sound. What the hell is going on here?
Raphael whirls around to look urgently at April, as if to make sure she got that on video. She flaps a hand at him, grinning like a loon while she continues to record.
Yuichi thinks his heart is actually going to give out. It’s kind of messed up that no one warned him about this. He turns around and walks fully out of the barn, the heel of his hand pressed to his chest. Calm down. What’s wrong with him?
Clouds that have been flirting with the horizon all day have finally crept closer. The sky is overcast, gray with coming rain, so the various robots around the farm are beginning to come in from the fields and gardens. The kids are romping across the yard, fully distracted from their quest to embarrass Yuichi no matter what by what looks like a big toad that’s leading them on a merry chase toward the creek.
He doesn’t hear footsteps behind him before Raphael is suddenly standing with him in the big open doorway. For a big guy, he sure can move without making a sound, even though there’s plenty of crunchy feed and hay underfoot that should have given him away.
“You good?” the red-masked turtle asks thoughtfully. There’s an edge to his voice that sounds like laughter but there’s no mockery in it.
“Oh, uh, mmhm,” Yuichi says stupidly. “Just—needed some fresh air.”
Raphael hums and thankfully doesn’t point out that they’ve had nothing but fresh air all morning. He just leans his considerable bulk against the massive door frame and turns his gaze out toward the rest of the farm.
“This is really nice,” he says, apropos of nothing. “Your home is beautiful. Coming here is exactly what my brother needed. I wanted to thank you for that. And, uh—for putting up with the rest of us. I know it’s a lot of extra stuff you’re dealing with, but you’ve been good about it. Really, thanks.”
This sounds like approval. Or gratitude at the very least. Yuichi tugs on one of his ears. His heart is doing something weird and acrobatic in his chest. He thinks, tentatively, that today was a success.
“I’m happy he’s here,” Yuichi replies. It feels clumsy and falls comically short of how happy Yuichi is that Leonardo is here. But Raphael seems to understand him. His red-brown eyes are very gentle when he looks down at Yuichi, and it gives him the courage to add, “I really don’t mind. The—the ‘extra stuff’. It must have been scary to see Leonardo go through all that. I wouldn’t want to let him out of my sight, either.”
It’s nerve-wracking, sure, but Yuichi isn’t going to hold it against any of them. He gets it.
The sentiment takes Raphael by surprise somehow. He blinks and straightens up from his casual lean, mouth twisting down on one side. Maybe he’s about to say something else, but then their conversation is torn soundly in half by a resounding crash.
It’s a combination of splintering wood and screeching metal, coming from directly behind them. Yuma and April both shout in what sounds like alarm, and baby tokage scatter in every direction. Heart racing, Yuichi spins on his heel and dives back into the barn at a run. Raphael is two steps ahead of him.
A farmbotto lays in twitching, sparking pieces on the barn floor. Leonardo’s swords are in his hands and his chest is heaving and his eyes are somewhere far away.
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sugarspooks15 · 4 years
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Raziel: Nickname(s): Raz, Gender: Female , Birthday: May 5, 900 A.D., Age: 1,120, Height: 5'4, Weight: 125 pounds, Sexual Orientation: straight, Species: Archangel, Relationship: Raphael (boyfriend) 
 Interests: *Art *Any form of fighting *Building *Learning new things
Traits: *Hardheaded *Confident *Protective *Reserved *Secretly cares about people *Creative *Imaginative *Impulsive *Clever *Persistent
Abilities: *large wings for flight *control over the element fire *mentally generate weaponry/objects *heightened senses *shapeshifting *Immortality *Teleportation *Time travel *Forcefeilds  
Likes: the moon, the dark, animals, friends, weapons, night
Dislikes: bad people, day, people having an attitude(yet she has one herself), traitors, being used
Back story: Raziel was born May 5 of the year 900 A.D. She was born the daughter of the king's blacksmith in the beginning of the Middle Ages of Europe. Being the daughter of a blacksmith she was seen differently than the other women. Despite her father's displeasure of the idea he he taught her how to create the strongest and most durable of weapons, armor, and shields. One day she caught the attention of a knight who she now refuses to name. She fell in love with him while he used her to get the best equipment for cheap. She caught him with another woman she vowed to make him regret his decision and that she did. She got him thrown out of the kingdom. Raziel cut her hair and taught herself every form of combat she could and trained hard becoming the best fighter in the kingdom. She became a knight under the name Cadby. She quickly climbed the ranks and became one of the king's top knights. While in battle she met the knight who had betrayed her. While she was busy fending off one of the opposing soldiers he stabbed her in the back his sword going clean threw her body. Her body was taken back to the kingdom where she was entombed under the the high church were her body still lies to this day. When she arrived to heaven she was greeted by God himself where he gave her here wings. She was confused by the color of her wings much like people are when they see them. He told her she would understand the meaning of their color when she understood who she truly was. As the years past and she did her part as an archangel she earned three of the seven virtues of Bushido. With each tattoo that appeared on her skin she understood who she truly was learning the meaning of the colors of her wings. Black was for the power that she had earned in her human life and continued to build as an angel and mystery that she had become to the other angels with not sharing her back story. Red was for the pain she endured during her human life and for the emotionally intensity she feels on a day to day basis. There was more to the colors and their meanings, but Raziel wasn't quite sure of them yet.
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Charmeine: Nickname(s): Char and Charm, Gender: Female, Birthday: July 20 1400, Age: 620, Height: 5'6, Weight: 140 pounds, Sexual orientation: straight, Species: Archangel, Relationship: Leonardo (boyfriend)
Interests: *Writing *Sword fighting *Meditation *Reading
Traits: *Extrovert *Honest *Optimist *Friendly *Persistent *Cheerful *Calm *Compassionate
Abilities: *Large wings for flight *Heightened senses *Control over water *Immortality *Breathing under water *Teleportation *Time travel *Telepathy *Mind to mind communication *Resourcefulness *Invisibility
Likes: Learning knew things, Peace, Friends, Animals, the sky
Dislikes: bad people, chaos, loud noises, rudeness
Back story: Charmeine was born during the early Renaissance era. She was born the daughter of Fra Angelico an Italian painter. Unlike her father she wasn't born with the gift of drawing or painting. She was born with a gift for writing which was not a woman's thing during this time, but women would later get this privilege. Charmeine lived a fairly simple and common life for that time. She often volunteered to help the sick. She traveled across Italy helping people as a healer with her knowledge of medicines. She fell sick and ended up dying. She was buried under a weeping willow tree in Rome. She was greeted by God himself when she arrived at Heaven. She already possessed on of the seven virtues of Bushido when she arrived in heaven for her selflessness.  She knew some of the meanings of the color of her wings. The white was for harmony and the blue for peace and calm. As the years past and she continued to fulfill her duty as an archangel she earned three more of the seven virtues of Bushido and the meaning of the colors of her wings.
Arrow Farren: Nicknames: Row, Row Row, Age: 20, Birthday: May, 15, Gender: Female, Sexual orientation: straight, Species: Born Werewolf, Height: 5′5 ft, weight: 130 lb, Relationship: (Crush) Raphael
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Traits: Loyal, smart, resourceful, bad temper, rude, nosy
Likes: darkness, the moon, nature, drawing
Dislikes: know it alls, stupidness, the sun, annoying people
Backstory: Arrow was born and raised in the south for most of her life. she moved to New York when she was 16 and became the youngest K9 handlers to join the NYPD with her husky Duchess. 
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Lola: Nickname: Lo, Gender: female, Birthday: November 18, Age: 18, height: 5′7, Sexual orientation: straight, Species: shifter, Relationship: Donatello (boyfriend)
Traits: smart, loyal, kind, shy, respectful
Likes:  building things, experiments, learnig new things, knowledge
Dislikes: people annoying her, people touching her stuff
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Meakla: Nickname: M, Gender: female, Birthday: July, 12, Age: 17, height: 5′5, Sexual orientation: Bisexual, Species: shifter, Relationship: Michelangelo (boyfriend)
Traits: energetic, impulsive, loud, kind, extrovert,  obnoxious, funny, weird
Likes: skateboarding, video games, hanging out with her friends, music, telling jokes
Dislikes: bullies, boring people, sitting still
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Athena: Nickname: Athens, Gender: female, Birthday: January 23, Age: 19, Height: 5′8, sexual orientation: straight, Species: shifter, Relationship: Leonardo (boyfriend)
traits: Calm, kind, sweet, loyal, smart, determined
Likes: water, peace and quiet, nature, music
Dislikes: Disruptions, loved ones being hurt 
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syreok · 5 years
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could you explain why you dislike the pair(nya x skylor)? not mad but just curious o.o
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this is how I lose half my subs
I only see fetish in that like how teen girls only ship gay ships cuz ‘uhuhuuhuh yaoi, we are so sinful uwu’, this is just the yuri end of it people started shipping them the moment Skylor was on screen only because, wow~ stronk girls~ lesbibns~ wow~
I dont ship unless I see a strong bond between characters or they have an interesting dynamic even if they dont interact often I preffer drama and angst stories over sweet and carefree
to me, these two are boring as hell like Skylor to me is boring to begin with, but I had conversations with people where they relate to her, she empowers them, and thats great, just not for me I dont see much to ship, its just gurl on gurl cuz Ninjago doesnt have enough female characters so we gotta rebel and force lesbians or something like she barely sees Kai, her supposed canon boyfriend, how am I supposed to take either of these seriously
I much preffer samurai, especially after that S7 shit PIX pulled, so much angst potential, catch my weeb bushido AU
but you go ahead and ship it, I dont care
just dont ask me to draw it or Ill cringe out of the exosphere
also dont tag this as amberphoenix, I dont wanna shit in the tag
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azariahvanora · 5 years
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Stardust Crusaders: Around The World Chapter 5: Dark Blue Moon!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15860409/chapters/38002982#workskin
It was a bright sunny day and the Crusaders have just left Hong Kong.
“To get from Hong Kong to Singapore, we’ll be in the ocean for a good three days. We should take this time to relax and keep our spirits up.” Joseph informed.
"But...” He looked over at the two students who were relaxing on the lounge chairs.
Noriko was casually reading a book and Jotaro had both hands behind his head with a leg over the other.
“Can't you both do something about those damn uniforms? You’re not planning on wearing them the entire journey now, are you? Aren’t you both hot?”
Noriko glanced up at Joseph. “Well, we are students, Mr. Joestar.” She replied with a smile. “And good students should behave as students. Though we might be pushing it a bit...” She resumed back in her reading.
“Hmph.” Jotaro grunted under his breath.
Joseph crossed his arms, “Why are Japanese students so stiff?!”
“I see.... this is like Bushido.” Avdol remarked as he and Polnareff were by the railings.
“Girls won’t fall for stiffs like you Jotaro,” Polnareff began as he stepped away from the railing. He looked over at Noriko. “Am I right, Noriko? I’m sure a girl like yourself wouldn’t fall for someone who’s stiff.”
Noriko averted her eyes at Polnareff, closing her book. “Well, I really can’t answer that since I’ve never fallen in love nor liked anyone before.”
Polnareff’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?! A beauty like yourself has never had a boyfriend?! Not even your first kiss?!”
“Well…” Noriko shyly looked away, “...no I haven’t.” She muttered quietly but the Frenchman heard her very clear.
The thought of being in a relationship sometimes crossed her mind. She often wondered how will her significant other understand and relate to her about Stands. Will she have to hide it from him? Will he ever believe it? Would he think she’s crazy?
She always felt different from everyone especially with the girls in her old school. She would hear the girls gossip to one another about their boyfriends/crushes, making plans after school or during the weekend. She didn’t like to admit it but she was actually pretty jealous.
At school, she was known as a loner and an honor student. Nobody hated nor made fun of her. It was something Noriko chose because nobody would understand her.
Polnareff walked over to her and got on one knee grabbing her soft hand.
“Look,” He began.  
The red-headed girl averted her eyes at him.
“You don’t have to be upset because you haven’t been in a relationship. Maybe you haven’t found the one nor realized he’s standing right here before you.” He teased with a wink.
Noriko chuckled, “You’re such a Casanova, but nice try, Polnareff.” She took her hand away.  
“Hey! Let go of me you bastard!” A young voice shouted.
The Crusaders averted their gaze at a sailor who was dragging a child out on deck.
“Shut the hell up you brat!” The sailor scolded the young child.
The child looked like a boy. He wore overalls overalls with a pink long-sleeve shirt.
“I said let go of me damn it!” The child said as he kept struggling to get out of the sailor’s grasp.
“Hey!” Joseph called the sailor out.
“Who the hell is that?! I thought we’d agreed there would be no other passengers on board besides us!”
“I apologize, Mr. Joestar, but this little brat right here is a stowaway.” The sailor explained.
“A stowaway?” Joseph raised a brow.
“This brat was hiding in the lower storage area.” The sailor said.
“C’mon and fight me! I’ll break your damn balls!” The child threatened.
The crew member scoffed as he picked up the child by the collar, “Hmph! And maybe I’ll turn you into the Naval Police!”
The child stopped and widened his eyes in fear, “W-What?! The police?!” He got back on his feet and turned around to face the man.
“P-Please no!” The little boy pleaded. “Please don’t turn me into the police! I’m sorry! I just wanted to see my father in Singapore, that’s all! I’ll even work for my ticket, I promise!”
The sailor roughly grabbed the boy’s cheeks, pinching them hard. “Hmmm, what shall I do? Let you go or turn you in?” He began pinching them harder.
“Hmmm, what to do, what to do...” He said sarcastically.
He let the child go and flicked the boy’s nose. “I ain’t gonna let you go! Not a damn chance!”
The little boy’s eyes began to water from the rejection.
“First, I’m going to let the Captain know, so come with me-”
He was cut off when the child lunged himself on to him and bit his arm.
“GRRAAAAH!!!” The sailor shrieked.
The little boy then jumped over the railing, into the ocean.
“Woah! That little guy is quite energetic! Did you see that jump?!” Polnareff remarked as he and several men walk over to the railing.
“Will that little boy make it to shore from out here?” Noriko queried in concern as she stood up from her chair to take a look as well.
“Pft. Just leave em'.” Jotaro replied nonchalantly. “The kid must be a confident swimmer to brazenly dive in like that.”
Noriko glanced back at Jotaro with a scowl look. “How can he casually say that and not care?! It’s a little kid and we’re out in the middle of nowhere!”
She looked back at the child.
“T-This isn’t good! He’ll never make it because these areas are notorious shark-infested waters!” The sailor told everyone in a panic.
Everyone except Jotaro gasped as they saw the dark shadow figure of a shark below the child.
“Come back here little boy!” Noriko shouted as she gripped the railing. “Even if I use my Stand, he’s too far from Hierophant’s range.”
“Hey! You little brat turn around!” Joseph told the kid.
“There’s sharks out here!” Polnareff added as a warning.
The shark’s fin surfaced and was getting closer and closer to the little boy.
The child turns around and widened his eyes in fear.
“AAAAAGGHHHH!!”
“NO!” Noriko cried out and suddenly the shark was thrown up in the sky.
“ORA! ORA! ORRRAAAA!!!!” Star Platinum pulverized the shark with his punches as the child only watched in shock.
Noriko sighed in relief. “So he does care...” She thought with a smile.
He was speechless from what he just witnessed. Jotaro approached him and grabbed him by his shirt.
“Gimme a break, you damn brat, you could’ve gotten yourself killed.” He said and turned around but glanced back at the child in confusion.
“Hm?” He pressed his hand against the child’s chest.  
The little kid’s face began to reddened as he gasped.
“You’re…” Jotaro smacked the hat off the child’s head, revealing it’s true identity.  
“A girl?”  
The little girl’s shock face turned to a deadly glare, covering her chest.
“And nothing but a runt one at that.” He remarked.
The girl growled under her breath. “H-How dare you feel me up like that?! You bastard!” She swung her arm at the delinquent only for him to block it with his arm.
Jotaro pulled the brim of his hat down, “Good grief...” He muttered.
The little girl held onto Jotaro’s arm as he began to swim back to the boat.
The shark that was beaten to death was pulled underwater. It resurfaced again but cut in half as its blood spread all over.
Jotaro glanced back as he notices this and so does Joseph.
Joseph could see the dark shadow of an unknown creature with four bright eyes.
“J-Jotaro!” He gasped. “Look out! There’s something in the water! It’s not a shark this time and it’s going fast!” He panicked.
Jotaro held the girl tighter as he began to pick up the pace to reach the life-saver in front of him.
“Hurry Jotaro!” Joseph shouted. “Quickly get to the boat!”
“He’s too far, Mr. Joestar!” Avdol stated.
Noriko narrowed her eyes as she held out her arm. “At this distance is no problem for me! Hierophant Green!” Summoning her Stand beside her, her Hierophant reached over to Jotaro and grabbed his arm, pulling him and the little girl out of the water on time.
The life-saver that Jotaro was about to reach got torn into pieces from the unknown sea creature.
Polnareff walked over to the railing, glancing at the ruined life-saver.
“I-It’s gone!” He stammered. “It had to be a Stand! There’s no way a damn fish or shark can go that fast!”
Avdol furrowed his brows, “An aquatic Stand?” He pondered. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a thing...”
The little girl panted heavily as she was trying to catch her breath. The Crusaders remained distance of her as they starred at her with suspicions. With their Stands, they began to communicate with one another.
“This girl....Sh-She couldn’t be...”  
“Could she possibly be the Stand user? Maybe this was all a bait!”  
“Are you implying that she was trying to bait  Jojo  in the shark-infested waters?”  
“Yes! She probably pretended to be in danger to lure  Jotaro  in the water! That’s why that little damn brat refused to listen to us!"  
“You don’t have to jump into conclusions,  Polnareff .”  
The stowaway turned her gaze at the group and frowned as she stood up.  
“What the hell are you bastards looking at, huh?! Look” She began searching something in her pocket as she resumed, “I have no idea what’s going on but I’ll fight all of you in a one-on-one fight!” She pulled a switchblade from her pocket.
“Don’t underestimate me just because I’m a child! So come on you cowards!”
Polnareff and Avdol cringed from her threat.
“Is she fucking serious?! Maybe we should throw her back in the ocean...”  
Noriko glared at Polnareff, “You don’t have be so rash and an asshole, Polnareff! If she’s an actual stowaway, the sharks will devour her!”
“I had already checked the ten crew members and they’re all clear. I honestly have no clue who else could it be besides her. There has to be a way for us to find out.”  
“Hmm...How’s that man Dio doing?” Avdol asked.
“Dio?” The girl raised a brow. “What the hell is a Dio?!”
“Is that some kind of motorcycle?” The girl thought.
“Don’t play dumb you little brat!” Polnareff yelled at her.
“Do you want to talk or get stabbed you bastard?! Which is it?! My demon blade here wants to slurp the blood of its 340th victim!”
Noriko chuckled from the girl’s threat.
The little girl frowned. “What the hell is so funny you stupid grunt?!”
“Grunt? You know, I think she’s innocent. I don’t think she’s a Stand user at all.” Noriko glanced at everyone as she crossed her arms.
Joseph placed a hand under his chin. “Hmm, then who else could it-”
“So this girl is our stowaway?”
A man said as he walked out on the deck.
The little girl gasped and screamed when the man placed both hands on her shoulder as he stood over here.
Everyone turned their gaze at the man.
“Captain Tennille...” Joseph said.
Jotaro pulled out a cigarette, placed it between his lips and lit it up.
Captain Tennille twisted the girl’s arm to drop her weapon. The girl squirmed, trying to get away and screamed in pain.
“You will find that I’m pretty strict with stowaways. Even though you’re just a little girl, I can’t go easy on you, it’ll encourage more stowaways and I can’t be having that.” Captain Tennille told the girl.
“I’m locking you up in the brig till we reach port.” He said as he tightened his grip on her.
The girl wailed from the pain.
“Captain,” Joseph began. “I would like to ask you a question.”
The Captained looked over at the elder Joestar.
“Are you sure you checked the papers of your entire crew and verified their identities?”
“I guarantee you there’s no mistake. They’re all the same men that I’ve worked with for over ten years.” Captain Tennille responded. “I can’t say I understand why that is of paramount importance, by the way...” He walked over to Jotaro as one his sailors held on to the girl.
He took the cigarette out of Jotaro’s mouth.
“I would suggest to refrain from smoking on this ship,” Captain Tennille told the delinquent. “What did you plan to do with the ashes and butts once you finished? Were you going to toss them into these pristine waters? Let me remind you that you’re a guest on this ship so you must follow her rules...”
He crushed the cigarette on Jotaro’s hat. Jotaro only starred at him with a calm expression but his eyes looked as if he were filled with anger. Captain Tennille placed the crushed cigarette in Jotaro’s pocket.
“Now cut it out.” He sternly said.
Jotaro holstered both hands in his pockets as the Captain turned around.
Everyone glanced at Jotaro, they expected him to do something but he remained silent for a moment.
“Hold it.” Jotaro called the Captain out.
Captain Tennille turned around to look back at the delinquent.
“You could’ve just put it out and be done with it. Quit acting like you’re such a big shot you bastard.” Jotaro insulted.
Everyone gasped in shock, including the Captain.
“Hey, Jotaro! You don’t have to disrespect the Captain! This was your fault!” Joseph scolded at his grandson.
“Hmph.” Jotaro placed a hand on his hip. “I'm not done being rude quite yet. I’ve already figured it out, this bastard is the Stand user!”
“ WHAAAT?! ”
Everyone except the Captain said in shock.
Captain Tennille starred at Jotaro with a questioned look. “St-Stand? What is this you say I am?” He asked as he was confused on what Jotaro was talking about.
“That’s inconceivable, Jotaro!” Avdol told the young Joestar. “Captain Tennille was introduced to us by the Speedwagon Foundation! His background has been checked! This is someone we should trust one-hundred percent! There’s no chance he’s the Stand user!”
“Hmph.” Jotaro muttered under his breath.
“Hold on, here. I have no clue on what you’re all talking about! What is a Stand?” The Captain queried.
“Jojo, making random guesses will just complicate things even more!” Polnareff said.
“Do you even have any proof from your accusation, Jojo?” Noriko asked.
“I found a way to tell if someone is a Stand user or not.” Jotaro stated as he pointed at his nose. “When a Stand user inhales even a tiny bit of smoke from a cigarette, a vein pops up at the tip of their nose.”
“HUH?!”
Everyone except the child touched their nose.
The little girl raised a brow, confused on what’s happening. “What are they all doing?” She thought.
“You can’t be serious, Jotaro! You’re lying, aren’t you?!” Polnareff asked.
“Yeah I’m lying. However,...” Jotaro confessed and turned at the Captain. “It looks like we found our dumbass.”
The fake Captain slowly removed his hat, changing his expression to a creepier sinister look.
“Jotaro, why did you suspect the captain?” Joseph asked his grandson.
“I didn’t.” Jotaro replied. “I had no suspicion of him at all. But I was going to use this trick on all the sailors on board.”
“You’re cold.” The fake Captain remarked. “God damn you’re fucking cold. It’s true though, I’m not really the Captain. The real Captain is at the bottom of the ocean back in Hong Kong, sleeping with the fishes.”
“Then I’ll make you sleep in the depths of Hell!” Jotaro threatened while pointing at the enemy.
The Captain grinned with a chuckle and suddenly the stowaway child was grabbed from her ankle by the enemy’s Stand.
“ AAAAAAHH !!”
“DAMN IT NO!”
“I-I can’t move!” The girl struggled to get away from the aquatic Stand.
Water, trouble, lies and betrayal! The Moon card represents the fear of the unknown! Its name,  Dark Blue Moon !  
Captain Tennille crossed his arms, “I kept my identity a secret to take care of all you one by one, even for a guy like me it would be a bone-breaking task to take out everyone at the same time.”
“I have no choice now, do I? So five against one it shall be!”
“This little girl right here shows that my luck is on my side...” He continued. “The shark-infested-waters will take us and you’ll be forced to follow us in! I can handle a five-on-one in my home turf!” He chuckled.
“Don’t underestimate me just because you took a hostage.” Jotaro retorted. “Do you think I, Kujo Jotaro will be shaken up by this?”
“Underestimate you? Ha! No my dear boy, I just foretold your doom!” Captain Tennille declared.
“I was told your Star Platinum is pretty damn fast. Not trying to brag nor anything but my Dark Blue Moon is king underwater. It swims more elegantly and swifter than any fish at sea!”
“Heh, heh, heh...” He jumped on top of the railings.  
“Now, how about we put that to the test, eh?”
“Follow me...” He then jumped back, taking the girl with him. “...if you’re prepared to choke to death on all the seawater you’re about to swallow!”
“ AAAAAAAHHHHH !”  
Jotaro stood there behind the railing. His Star Platinum summons and quickly punched the impostor with a blow in the face.
“ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!  ORRRAAA !!!”
The blow had caused the Captain’s Stand to release the girl and plunged into the water covered in blood by his wounds.
Star Platinum grabbed the girl’s arm as the Captain steadily lifted his head up, groaning in pain.
“H-He...He got me before we could fall in the water...Ngh...That’s impossible!”
“Looks like you’re the one who’ll be partaking the seawater today.” Jotaro remarked. “Tell em’ Avdol.”
“You’re out of your league making predictions when I’m here.”
“You said it, Avdol!” Polnareff added with a cheesy grin.
“And there he goes, drifting away.” Polnareff stated as they watched the Captain’s body getting farther and farther away.
“So Dark Blue Moon, huh? Just a couple moments ago he bragged about his Stand’s powers.” He then scoffed. “What a pathetic idiot.”
Jotaro was pulled against the railing, he felt as if something heavy was pulling him down. He knitted his brows.
“What’s the matter, Jotaro? Hurry up and pull the girl up!” Joseph said with his arms crossed.
Jotaro responds with a grunt as he gritted his teeth. Noriko walked over to the delinquent and noticed he was sweating and his fingers twitched.
“Jojo, what’s wrong? Does your hand or arm hurt or what?” She asked.
“Fuck....I’m being pulled in!” Jotaro muttered out.
Noriko glanced at his arm again and noticed it was being covered in barnacles.
Blood spurted out his arms and hands.
“A-Are those...?” Polnareff stammered as he gasped.
“Acorn barnacles!” Noriko stated. “Those are acorn barnacles!”
“And look! They keep multiplying and going up to Star Platinum’s arms and on the side of the boat!” Joseph pointed out.
Noriko grabbed Jotaro’s arm, Joseph gets behind his grandson and Avdol grabbed the other arm. They all attempt to pull Jotaro back, preventing him from falling over.
“That bastard still wants to fight! He attached the barnacles the moment I hit him!” Jotaro realized. “Not only are they just multiplying, but they’re draining my Stand’s power!”
Polnareff looked around the sea water and gasped. “T-The Captain! H-He’s gone! He’s nowhere to be seen!”
“Jotaro!” Joseph shouted. “You need to recall your Stand right now!”
“If I was able to do that, I wouldn’t be sweating in the first place!” Jotaro exclaimed as he went over the railing.
“JOTARO!”
“JOJO!” Noriko cried out as she summoned her Stand to catch Jotaro.
Star Platinum swung his arm up, throwing the little girl up.
Noriko captured the girl but Jotaro fell into the water.
“Shit!” Joseph remarked.
Placing the girl down back on deck, Noriko ran over to the railings.
“Crap!” She banged the railings as she looked around the water. “This is bad!”
Jotaro descended deeper and deeper into the water. He gazed up and saw the impostor with his Stand out.
The brunette narrowed his eyes and tried to attack him but was pushed against the ocean floor.
He grunted once hitting the hard surface.
“Why welcome!” The Captain greeted with a chuckle.
“So glad you could join me where Dark Blue Moon rules...heh, heh, heh...”
He began licking the blood off his hand, “It’s a bad idea to underestimate me, brother.” He continued. “In case you didn’t know, we can still communicate through our Stands underwater. So go ahead and give me that cocky-ass attitude of yours.”
“So what can I do for you?” Jotaro asked casually.
The impostor raised a brow, “Eh?”
“What kind of seafood would you like to be? Fish paste or perhaps Sashimi? Your Stand would be one hell of a meal.” Jotaro said calmly.
“You’re such a fool...I can sense that you’re struggling to sound tough but I know damn well what you’re thinking about!” Captain Tennille said.
“You’re thinking, How long can he stay underwater? I can probably last about two minutes but will he last longer than I can? heh, heh, heh...” He floated higher, getting closer to the boat.
“I’ll answer that for you! My lungs are three times greater than any human being!” He stated and crossed his arms. “I’ve trained them well enough that I can last up to six minutes and twelve seconds underwater!”
Jotaro raised his brows from hearing that.
“I bet hearing those numbers already has you gasping for breath. And that’s not all!” Dark Blue Moon reached over to the boat and damaged the propellers with his arm.
“My Stand’s fins can slice through the water with sharp screw-like rotations!” The Captain then pointed at the delinquent. “Why don’t you take a good look at your Stand before you mouth off again?”
The acorn barnacles covered over half of Star Platinum’s body. Jotaro widened his eyes in shock and glared at the enemy.
“My Dark Blue Moon’s acorn barnacles has really taken a liking to your Stand. The more it multiplies the more energy it will suck out of you every moment that passes!” The Captain chuckled.
Jotaro looked up and began swimming to the surface.
Captain Tennille let out a mischievous grin, “Trying to escape to the surface, eh?! Take a look around you, dumbass!” Dark Blue Moon’s swirled rapidly in a circular motion.
“You didn’t notice that my Dark Blue Moon was creating a whirlpool this entire time?!”
“Come on you bastard! Swim! Swiiiiim! It’ll just keep getting harder and harder for you since your power is being drained and you’re holding your breath at the same time! It’s still too early for me to kill but a smart-ass brat like you needs to suffer more than this! HEHEHEHAHAHA!”
“It’s been too long and he still hasn’t come out!” Joseph said in a panic.
Noriko looked at the water and widened her eyes. “Mr. Joestar look!” She pointed at the whirlpool.
“A-A whirlpool?!” Avdol exclaimed.
“It’s a giant whirlpool!” Noriko stated.
“But where the hell is Jojo?!” Polnareff worriedly asked.
“We can’t just sit back and watch this happening! We need to jump in there and save him!” Noriko declared. “Let’s get him out!”
All four of the Crusaders called out their Stand’s and headed straight into the whirlpool.
Hierophant Green’s hand touched the water and immediately received multiple cuts.
Noriko winced and groaned from the pain as blood gushed out of her hand.
“N-Noriko!” Polnareff exclaimed.
“Noriko! Are you all right?!” Joseph queried as he walked over to her.
The red-headed girl glanced at her Stand’s hand and back at hers with a frown.
“T-That bastard!” She cursed angrily. “His Stand’s scales are sharp as razor blades! It’s most likely that in that whirlpool there’s thousands of them!”
“Damn it!” The Fortune-Teller banged his fists against the railings. “He wasn't kidding when he said could take on all five of us!”
“It's like a watery antlion pit in that whirlpool! The moment we’ll try to jump in there we’ll get killed!”
“But Jojo will get killed if we don’t save him! He needs our help!” Noriko protested.
“I’m sorry Noriko but it’s too reckless for us to do anything.” Avdol told the girl. “You're lucky your hand wasn’t torn apart by the sharp scales.”
“But-!”
“Look! There he is! It’s Jojo! I see him!” Polnareff pointed at the young Joestar, who could barely be seen from the surface. “But this is bad! It seems like he’s limping!”
Joseph placed a hand under his chin, “Limping? Hmm...That means he wasn’t flailing around at all...? That could actually be good news...”
Everyone averted their eyes at Joseph, wondering what the hell he meant.
Jotaro screamed as he was going in a circle in the whirlpool. He was getting cuts here and there from the Stand’s scales.
“Now I’m going to take a guess on what you’re thinking...” Captain Tennille began. “There’s a place in a whirlpool that doesn’t move and that’s the center. If I head straight to the center where he is, I’ll be able to attack him! Hehehe, man o’ man I can read you like a damn book!”
“Go ahead and try to land a punch with your landlubber Stand! Come on! Come at me while your power is still being drained by my barnacles! Let’s see if you can manage an attack that can rival my underwater cutters, brother!”
Captain Tennille narrowed his eyes, “Who the hell think you are?! Telling me that I’ll be turning me into a damn sashimi! The one will be turned into a sashimi...” Dark Blue Moon charged at Jotaro. “IS Y-WHA-!?”
“ STAR FINGER! ”
A pair of fingers broke through the barnacles and struck Dark Blue Moon in the face. He swiftly moved his fingers up, cutting upwards on the Stand’s face.
“Turns out you were going to be turned into sashimi after all.” Jotaro remarked as he holstered both hands in his pockets.
The impostor glugged with bubbles coming out of his mouth.
“What was that?! I can’t damn hear you well underwater so speak up!”
“W-When the barnacles were sapping your strength, you stopped squirming and focused your power into your fingers...that’s what you were thinking...” Captain Tennille muttered out in pain.
Jotaro pulled the brim of his hat down, “Wrong again...”
“The only thing on my mind was how fucking gross it would be when I kicked your sorry ass and you pissed yourself since we’re under water, you old bastard.”
The enemy passes out as he falls deeper into the ocean.
Jotaro finally surfaced from the water as he gasped for breath.
“Jojo!” Noriko beamed happily as she finally saw the delinquent.
“That’s my grandson!” Joseph cheered with a fist pump.
“Thank goodness you made it out alive!” Noriko remarked.
Jotaro began swimming back to the boat.
“Great job, Jotaro! Now take this and come on up-hm?” Joseph was cut off as the boat trembled.
“What was that?” Polnareff wondered.
Suddenly every part of the ship began to explode.
“So that bastard left bombs on the ship!” Polnareff said.
“We need to hurry and get the emergency boats out!” Avdol ordered.
“We’ll send a distress call and fast!” Joseph added at the end.
A full day passes and both the sailors and Crusaders are stranded in their emergency boats.
Everyone was still peacefully sleeping except for Joseph and the stowaway child.
“Here little girl, have some water.” Joseph said as he handed the girl the canteen.
“We’ve already sent out a distress call so someone should be here very soon.”
The girl hesitantly grabbed the canteen and looked over the group. Her eyes mainly focused on Jotaro and noticed someone’s head was against his shoulder.
It was Noriko. She was sleeping against his arm with her head dipped downwards.
The young girl looked back at the elder Joestar.
“Look, I don’t really understand what’s going on but who the hell are you guys?” The girl queried with a raised brow.
“Think of us as fellow travelers,” Joseph responded. “Just like you’re on your journey to see your father, for us is for my daughter.” He smirked.
“I see...” She glanced back at everyone.
“By the way, I never told you guys my name, it’s Anne...” She informed, looking back at Joseph.
“Anne. That’s a nice name.” Joseph commented. “Since you’re out to see your father, how come you didn’t go on a plane?”
Anne immediately turned away as she began drinking from the canteen.
Looking behind, her eyes shot wide open and spat the water out.
“Hey! Why would you that?! What kind of person spits it out?!” Joseph scolded.
“N-N-No!” Anne stammered as she was pointing something or someone coming towards them.
Everyone lifted their head up, waking up from their slumber from hearing Joseph’s outburst.
“L-L-L-Look! E-E-Everybody look over there!”
Everyone looked behind to see what Anne was talking about.  
Their eyes widened as they see a giant ship heading their way.
To Be Continued....
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Mage’s Top Ten Favorite Bandori Cards
The only rule is one per character otherwise every single Kaoru card would be on here. They can be three or four star cards, and I’m using the fully trained art. This is also just based on aesthetics btw otherwise every Perfect Lock card would be here. Also I’m not eloquent at all but I did give a bit of an explanation.
10) Evening Primping (Saya, 4-Star)
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This is (currently) one of two four star Saya cards in EN, and one of three overall, and by far this one is my absolute favorite one. She just looks so HAPPY in this, and there’s a ton of energy behind it. It’s also one of the best in the collection, color-wise. We Love One Mom Friend.
9) This Is My Bushido! (Eve, 4-Star)
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This is one badass card. They gave her a WHOLE ASS KATANA and honestly what more do you need. She is small and powerful and bushido and holding the katana shows how bushido she really is. But in all seriousness this ties into her obsession with samurai SO beautifully and she just looks so dang cute about to slaughter all her enemies.
8) Abyssal Necromancer (Ako, 4-Star)
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The chunni drummer of Roselia gets to show off her actual Chunni Skills in the Neo-Fantasy Online set and it’s so adorable. If you didn’t notice, all the summons are the other members of Roselia and that is SO CUTE. Powerful and adorable, with probably the most dynamic movement of any of the centered four star cards.
7) Wedding Crasher (Tomoe, 3-Star)
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I am so salty I didn’t pull this because it was a limited gasha set. The wedding set was kind of a mixed bag (the two stars were good but the other two in this set were kinda ugly), but the chaotic designs of the wedding dress works perfectly in the deep red Tomoe has on. It also gains points for being one of like two trainable cards that doesn’t sexualize the living hell out of her.
6) With the Rain (Sayo, 3-Star)
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This is my favorite Sayo card from the bunch because she just looks like she’s having so much fun. It has a lot of energy, which is rare in a lot of Sayo’s cards, and she’s just is rockin’ out like no one’s around. Also the untrained art on this is the absolute cutest thing in the WORLD.
5) Maritime Detective (Kokoro, 4-Star)
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This was Kokoro’s first four-star card, and my god is it a cute one. This one fits in with the Phantom Thief event story line so perfectly, doing it better than some other sets I could mention like PasuPare’s Fairy set, and I think it captures her personality perfectly. Also when you equip the outfit this comes with she spins a cane in some of her animations and it’s adorable I love this rich child.
4) Birdcage Diva (Yukina, 4-Star)
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Fun fact, this was the very first four star card that I wanted in the entire game. A Song Unfinished made me cry and to this day, LOUDER is one of my favorite Roselia songs of all time, even if it’s balls-bustingly hard. This card is gorgeous, plain and simple. Everything about it, from Yukina’s expression, to her dress, to even the blue/black/gold color scheme, just ooze elegance. This was one of the best sets to introduce a Yukina four-star for, and my god did they deliver.
3) The One I Admire (Aya, 4-star)
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I’ll admit, I was torn between this and her initial, but this card is just too damn pretty to ignore. The whole Purity set is gorgeous, but Aya’s is just... plain beautiful. It diverges a lot from the other candy coated PasuPare sets, and really put the Pastel into Pastel*Palettes. One day, I will have her, and on that day, she will be a Powerful ally... get it, because this card has the Powerful attribute and I’ll shut up now.
2) The Star Of The Show Appears! (Kaoru, 4-Star)
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I was torn between FOUR CARDS for this slot. Either this one, the Romeo 4-star, the Phantom Thief 3-Star, or her Shoutarou Hidari cosplay Hard-boiled Detective 4-star. In the end, I went with this because... WELL JUST LOOK AT HER. She radiates the most powerful Butch energy in the universe, everything about this pose screams “giant fucking lesbian”. And you KNOW she’s a damn theater kid. I LOVE ONE PRINCE.
But there can only be one winner. 
And, ironically, she’s another Hello, Happy World! member...
1) Hunting For Rabbits (Kanon, 4-Star)
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Not only is this the best card out of the entire Wonderland set, this is the best card in the game, bar none. The White Rabbit fits her character PERFECTLY, the dress is so god damn fluffy and cute, she’s actually FULLY SMILING with NO TEARS and NO NERVES she’s actually having FUN oh my GOD I am going to ADOPT HER NOW. I am sooooo glad that the Wonderland set isn’t limited or else I would be crying like every day that I didn’t have her on my team.
Not only do I love this card enough for it to be my icon (behind the bi flag ofc), but I love this card so much and I was so upset I didn’t pull her, my boyfriend literally sent me twenty physical photos of the trained art, along with my second favorite Kanon card (the Fluffy Monster Kanon). THAT IS HOW MUCH I ADORE THIS CARD.
That’s my top ten sorry this was so long h.
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