#essentially: i only simp over jackie

[ashtonisvibing]

"yeah, i'm not really one for simping over characters"

someone: draws jackieboy man hot as hell (which is honestly 99% of the time tbh)

"AWOOGA AWOOGA [runs around the room barking and going feral style]"

[johannstutt413]

(requested by calligomiles) Jackie/Swire (Like OkaKoro, but with fuuuuundamental differences)

“Good morning Swire!” Jackie bounced over to the Feline on sight in the cafeteria.

“Jackie-chan!~” She leaned on the Perro’s shoulder. “Good morning. What were you saying, Doctor?”

The Doctor, who’d sat at the table to talk business, cleared his throat. “Right, as I was saying - if you can get those reports to me before the end of the day, we’ll be set for the rest of the quarter, essentially. Give us both plenty of time for our girlfriends.”

“Eh? Swire, when did you get a girlfriend?” The boxer frowned at her.

“...Are you not dating?” He looked from the Perro to the money-cat. “I’m sorry if I assumed incorrectly, but from what I’ve heard and seen, you’re about as close as any couple I know.”

Swire looked at Jackie innocuously. “Why haven’t you asked me out yet, Jackie-chan?”

“I haven’t?” No, she had not. Welp. “Let’s go on a date tonight!”

“Sure!”

Scene sipped her juice box as Lens added on her behalf, “That was quick.”

“Almost as fast as us,” the Doctor observed. “Finish those reports, and I’ll be out of your hair for the next week at least.”

“Ooh, a week-long date?” The Perro’s eyes were sparkling at this point.

The Feline scratched the back of her head. “I dunno...That seems kind of short, don’t you think? How about two?”

“I think they think the word ‘date’ means something else,” the photo-bot commented. “Your next meeting is in fifteen minutes, Doctor.”

“Right. Can’t miss that. Best of luck, Swire - and congratulations, Jackie.” He pressed a button, and he and his darling photographer were driven away by a Magallan-made mobility-assisting vehicle.

The money-cat sighed. “Oh, but it’s so much paaaaperwooooork.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” the boxer reassured her. “I’ll make sure you have all the energy you need!”

“Mmm...Thank you~”

In the end, Jackie was both energy insurance and motivation for Swire - between keeping the coffee pot brewing, making her meals, and snuggling the hyper-accountant whenever possible, she managed to spur her onto victory. After all, she was a Perro of commitment, dedication, and sheer Swire-simping will; there was no challenge too endurance-testing for her to best.

Of course, there was a time they didn’t know each other; after all, the Feline was a Lungmen officer, and the Perro a Columbian born and raised. Only a place like Rhodes Island, where the Infected were championed and treated, and which had embroiled itself in the affairs of Lungmen intimately due to the actions of Reunion, had a hope of allowing them to meet, but even then, a relationship like theirs developing out of it? No one could have seen it coming.

Except, of course, for an Oni with her friend’s best interests in mind.

“Aaaaagh!” Swire complained one day, hands jittering from the amount of caffeine running through her system to keep her wired enough for the workload in front of her. “I can’t keep doing this! Doing logistics for two companies at once?!...Why did I sign up for this?”

“Sounds like you need an assistant,” Hoshiguma noted, sliding a folder onto her desk.

The Feline glanced at it, then glanced at it again after glazing over the title the first time. “Eh? An application? I didn’t post about a position anywhere.”

“I told the Doctor for you,” she replied, already back at her own desk. “You need the help, and I’ve got stuff I need to get done or I’d step in myself.”

“Awww, you’re such a softie, Hoshi~”

The Oni stared at her. “Say that again, and I’m throwing my chair at you.”

“Aww, Oni-chan-” The Defender stood up, lifting an office chair over her head. “Aagh!”

“...Nope, can’t do it.” Hoshi sat back down in a huff. She couldn’t stay mad at Swire; she was too cute.

And as if on cue, the door to their shared office opened. “Miss Swire! The Doctor said you needed an assistant, so I came as fast as I could!”

“For me?” The Feline smiled. “Well, that’s sweet of you. Have we met before? I feel like I’ve seen you around.”

“I’m Jackie! Used to work as an auxiliary officer in Columbia, but my dad got me to RI after I got Infected. I um...I’m also your biggest fan!” She was practically bouncing up-and-down from excitement.

The money-cat practically glowed from residual exuberance and smugness concentrated at Hoshiguma. “I have fans?”

“Totally!” The Perro bounded over to the other side of the desk between them. “So, how can I help?”

“Um...Do you know how to give good shoulder rubs, Jackie-chan?”

Yes, yes she definitely did. “Of course!”

“Can you make coffee?” Yes. “Can you look cu- oh, why ask, that’s obvious.” Eh? “Hired!”

“Yay! What can I do right now?” The boxer, entirely unconsciously, was bouncing on her feet.

The Oni smiled to herself as she said, “You could give her a hug. She likes hugs.”

“Hoshi!” Swire blushed. “L-look, when you work as much as I- oh~”

“Sorry, but she said it and I couldn’t stop myself.” Not that that made the Perro’s tail wag any less.

For her part, the Feline had no complaints about free hugs...had Hoshi known this would happen? “Oni-chan, I don’t know what you’re planning...but I sure as hell appreciate it. You can hold me tighter, Jackie~”

“I’m not planning anything, Queen Bea.” Mostly true, but with someone to keep the money-cat docile, Hoshiguma could use her favorite nicknames for her more often. “Just don’t get too loud, alright?”

Whatever she said did not penetrate the cuddling cloud. Oh well. It probably wasn’t important, anyway. “Mmm...In five minutes, I’ll get back to work, okay, Jackie-chan?”

“Mmkay. I’ll be here for as long as you need me~”

“So you’ll stay forever, then?” Silent blushing, except for an Oni snort as Hoshi realized she might have done too well. “You’re so warm~”

Another ten minutes of that was enough for the Feline to be charged enough to finish the rest of her work...and for Hoshi to ask for an office transfer to spare her a potential nosebleed down the line...

[uchihashisuii]

tumblr is tryna suppress the vik truth 😔 so sending in two here we go again:

scenario where johnny is alive and in a body at the end but i think v and johnny would become... maybe not inseparable, but theyd stay extremely close. i mean they literally know each other like the backs of their hands, so theyd hang out all the time, and both show up somewhere when you only invited the one. theyre family now, and its staying that way and sometimes theyd go to talk to the other before realizing oh yeah, they were trying to talk in their head again, they dont need to do that anymore. or theyd have mostly non verbal convos where they gesture and only half start a couple sentences while the other finishes them off because they know how they other thinks, and everyone around them is like ??? could ya speak up so the rest of us can follow please. and v and johnny will hang at the clinic bc v wants to hang, and vik gets to meet the bastard that almost killed her for the first time. and hed be gruff and cold and distant (and a little pissed) because yeah johnny didnt mean to but it still happened, she was still hurt and a mess for so long, and she had so much shit to deal with. he doesn't act outright hostile or anything because he saved her too in a fucked up way, and he'll be thankful to the bastard for the rest of his life for that, even if he never admits it.but hes also veeery jealous and trying not to show it. he doesnt mean to, but theyve got this bond no one else has now, and these same quirks and jokes and johnny understands her better than literally anyone ever, how could he not be jealous of that? hes got something vik wants, and hes upset for even thinking like this i mean hes too old to feel posessive of someone he has no right to. and he recognizes this, recognizes that johnnys not going away anytime soon. hes here for good and will be here as long as v's around, theyre a weird package deal right now, but he cant stay mad for long and needs to get over being jealous because he sees why theyre both friends now despite everything. like yeah hes a prick but his hearts in the right place, and he can be funny and charming and makes v laugh, and he sees the similarities in them. the smoking, the gun tricks, the jokes and the passionate rambling, they laugh the same or give the same grin. hes not as awful as hes made out to be, because he can see where v and him started merging and its maybe not a bad thing that v changed him, he can see it from the start of their first interaction. he shouldnt be jealous of the fucked up situation they both never asked for.

(cut for length ♥)

“ - anyway all of this to say that vik would absolutely try to keep johnny at arms length if they ever met, but would very quickly grow to like him because he sees so much v in him, and he cant not like anything thats a part of v (though he can live without them hamming up their silent convos, thank you) and johnny would absolutely pick up on the jealousy thing and think it kind of funny, and rib on vik when v leaves for a minute, or tease v when they leave because viks got it bad. and once all of thats been dealt with i think vik and johnny would have this fun dynamic of like, just shitting on each other and poking fun in a light hearted way. as if like, johnnys her brother and hes just tryna hold up his own with her family. and they wont talk about it but theyd recognize they have their own places in v's heart and theyd both do anything for her and thats okay, they have different roles to fill. i just think vik and johnnys dynamic would be so neat, johnny having essentially known everything about him and all v's feelings toward him, while vik just knows him as a terrorist, and the guy that was killing someone soso important to him. johnny would make fun of vik being an old timer, and vik would dunk back that not only is johnny older than him but he could absolutely demolish him with one hand tied behind his back. but yeah, lot of good potential there. i love the idea vik being jealous of johnny and feeling like an ass for even thinking like that. johnny going 'haha simp' but then also being like 'v, i unfortunately care for you so im gonna tell you right now no one in this city is worthy of you but the doc is the only one that comes close. i swear to god make a move on him before he turns green, i cant stand seeing him pine after you. fuck him and then never speak to me about it, i dont wanna know or see anything. luv u prick' and not to say that johnny would ever replace jackie bc he couldnt, and theyre not looking for a replacement. but their dynamic would echo the one v and vik had with jackie with the jokes and teasing. and vik would see the old v, the one from before the heist come back a little with how she bounces off everyone and keeps the convo going. shed light up again in a way she hadnt in what feels like a long time. and johnny wouldnt like, become bffs with vik or anything but he wouldnt treat friendships the way he did back in 2020, so he would really try with his friendship with vik when he needs to, if only for the sake of v. because everything and everyone important to her is important to him now too, and hes gonna take this second (third?) chance seriously because hes different now, and with everything vs done for him its worth doing. (apologies for the length again 🙏)”

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once again i find myself with not a goddamn thing to say you put into exact words EXACTLY the things i feel about this im

im obsessed with the image of johnny and vik ripping each other to pieces (jokingly) and v being in the middle of it like “why do two people i love gotta b like this to each other” and johnny being the one to try nd get them together oh my GOD johnny loving v with his whole heart and wanting nothing but the best and for them to be happy im

[aqpippin]

For things you said: 16 and more jankie pls 😊

16 - things you said with no space between us 

I really am living vicariously through these prompts tbh 🥺 I’m soft and am a huge jankie + crygi simp 🤧🥰✨

 Daisy Goode-Methyd’s first day away from her moms occurred when she was only eight weeks old, with Gigi and Crystal finally succumbing to Jan pressuring them into their first baby-free day since Daisy’s arrival. 

Jackie’s eyes had bulged out of her head when she saw how much ‘essential’ baby equipment was brought into her and Jan’s apartment that morning. 

‘We’re only having her for a few hours, right?’ Jackie had asked, watching as Gigi assembled a portable bassinet in the living room, ‘it’s not like we’re keeping her.’ Jan slapped her arm playfully, shushing her with a low giggle. Judging by the number of bottles Crystal was packing into the fridge, anyone would have thought that the Cox family had a new addition. 

 Jan had all but pushed the new moms out the door, assuring them that they’d be fine and that she would call if she needed anything. Jackie looked down at Daisy, who stared back up at her from the bassinet with wide, brown eyes. Jan was smitten, scooping the tiny brunette up in her arms and breathing in the fresh baby scent. She was in absolute heaven. 

 *** 

Jackie and Jan had gone into the day expecting very different things. Jan had always loved children - she had always been maternal, and she often stated that she was simply ‘born to be a mom’. She would be a platinum blonde PTA wet dream - homemade baked goods and all. Jackie, however, had her reservations. Babies were loud, messy, and terrifying. She had barely held Daisy before, let alone looked after her. Jackie knew that motherhood was something that she would tackle one day, after she had achieved everything on her to-do list (and decided that she was finished unpacking her issues regarding her own mother with her therapist). It was simply something Jackie couldn’t envision happening for at least a few more years. 

Nonetheless, both Jackie and Jan experienced things they did not expect during their day with their favourite (and only) godchild. 

Jackie did not expect to actually find taking care of a baby fun, her motherhood-driven anxiety seemingly disappearing for the majority of the day. If you had asked Jackie at 9am where her expectations for the day sat - she would have told you that the bar was on the floor. Hence her pleasant surprise when she found herself enjoying Daisy’s company. However, she did not have the ability to swallow her pride and admit her contentment to Jan, sneering the occasional ‘shut up’ when Jan caught her smiling or making funny faces at the small child. Daisy didn’t whine the way Jan did when Jackie started watching another episode of Star Trek, and she listened contently to Jackie’s existential dread. She also happened to have a bottle in her mouth on both occasions, but that was something Jackie chose to overlook. 

 *** 

Jan did not expect the 6pm meltdown. Daisy was inconsolable - screaming, fat tears rolling down her red cheeks. Crystal joked about how much of a bitch witching hour was, but Jan always thought she was just being funny. There was a part of the blonde that regretted telling Gigi and Crystal that they would be fine for a few more hours, that they had everything under control. But a bigger part of Jan knew that Gigi and Crystal not only needed this break, they deserved it - and as a result, Jan knew that she and Jackie would just have to work together and sort this out themselves. Daisy was fed, bathed and changed - and yet the girl was screaming as if her aunts had neglected her and her mommies were never coming back. 

“What does Google say?” Jan asked, rocking Daisy in her arms and trying to coax her into taking a pacifier with no avail. Jackie felt like she had scrolled through every mommy blog that existed, and she was yet to find some new information, “Jacks, maybe we should just call them.” 

“No way,” Jackie refused, she was a woman on a mission, and she sighed with relief when she finally found a somewhat reputable help website, “got something. This one says she’s overtired and overstimulated. Also just try holding her against your chest.” Jan nodded to no-one in particular, cradling Daisy closer to her as Jackie turned off all the lights and the television, only the soft pinks and golds of sunset bleeding through the closed blinds. The tiny child in Jan’s arms still refused to settle, Jan humming softly as she stared blankly at Jackie for help. 

“Turn that ugly little white noise thing machine on, I have a plan.” Jackie instructed, pointing to the white, cloud-shaped device sitting on their coffee table.

“Hearing you say that isn’t as comforting as you think it is.” Jan whispered harshly, flicking the switches on and listening as the sound of the traffic on the streets below them was slowly drowned out by the sound of artificial rainfall.

“You’re gonna think this is stupid, and I swear to God if you so much as laugh.” Jackie mused, walking back into the living room in just a sports bra and sleep shorts. She repositioned the soft blue muslin wrap in Daisy’s bassinet, motioning for Jan to bring her over so Jackie could swaddle her. Jan abided wordlessly, watching in silence as Jackie successfully wrapped and pacified the tiny brunette before laying on the couch with Daisy’s head on her chest. The screaming had finally subsided, and if Jan couldn’t hear the white noise machine she would have sworn she’d gone deaf. She stood in awe, looking down at her wife who was softly stroking Daisy’s back with one hand and texting with the other. 

“Come snuggle before she gets too settled.” Jackie sighed, making just enough room between herself and the back of the couch for Jan to cuddle into her side. Jan didn’t need to be asked twice. It was a tight squeeze, but it was so sickeningly domestic Jan didn’t care. Even Jackie found peace in the overwhelming cosiness, long limbs entangled and soft baby breaths making her heart beat just that little bit quicker. 

“She’s so gorgeous. Like a little ray of sunshine. And after all that, she just wanted her auntie Jackie,” Jan cooed, nestling her head into the space between Jackie’s neck and shoulder. The angle was just enough for Jan to be able to see the slight smile resting upon Jackie’s face, “how’d you even think of doing this anyway?” 

“I remember Crystal talking about it once,” Jackie turned her head so she could look down at her wife before pressing a few soft kisses to Jan’s forehead, “apparently your heartbeat is nature’s white noise, and body heat does wonders with babies.” The look of awe on Jan’s face only intensified, and she could feel a swarm of butterflies flapping in her tummy. Ever insightful, Jackie was quick to notice Jan’s gaze. 

“What’s that look for? What’s going on in that pretty blonde head of yours?” 

“I can’t wait to do this for real with you,” Jan sniffled, wiping a few happy tears from her cheeks, “I know you don’t think it’s true, but you’ll be a good mom.” Jackie basked in the glow of Jan’s praise, holding Jan’s hand and squeezing in silent thanks. 

“Let’s have one.” It was said so simply - no fuss, no dramatic and sudden realisation. It just felt right. 

 “Really?” Jan was practically beaming, the words she had been patiently waiting to hear finally being thrown into the universe, “you’re really ready?” 

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be 100% ready,” Jackie mused, pausing to coo softly at Daisy as she began to stir, “but I want this. I want our own little piece of heaven. And I know as long as I have you, I can do anything.” 

 “You’re such a softie.” Jan giggled, snuggling further into Jackie’s side. She let her mind run wild, let herself imagine being in the exact same position in a year’s time. She found comfort in the heat radiating off Jackie’s exposed skin, and drifted off to the sound of Jackie’s heartbeat thrumming softly in her ear. 

Jackie laid on the couch in silence, her own imagination running wild at the thought of what the next year would bring. She smiled lazily, eventually shushing Gigi and Crystal as they let themselves into the apartment. 

“Ain’t this a sight for sore eyes?” Crystal giggled, taking photos as Jackie rolled her eyes. 

“Was she a Goode girl?” Gigi asked, scooping her daughter up and cradling her in her arms. 

“The best,” Jan chimed in groggily, rubbing her eyes but not moving from her spot on the couch, “a little slice of heaven.”

[castingcomets]

Sometimes i listen to those 'edit audio playlists' and one of the songs in them was straight up the one in that jacklyn edit that calls you a simp at the end... i was like 'thats jackie's song!' Anyway if you decided to turn another pl character transfem who would it be - amii

I Literally still think abt Ronnie All Of the time... not just cos shes soo cute but bc her story has got some juice in it and I like to dwell on it.

Like the idea that Roy is some cis guy and is sort of ugly in a worm sort of way is Importsnt to me but I also totally love the idea that Roy's not cis not even in an AU just straight up as a perception of canon .

Bc I already think that Roy has deeeeep issues with feeling Disgusting, Gross, Worm-like, Pathetic, Etc bc he kind of looks like a worm And Bc he is so Cowardly and bc Joy has always done everything for him it seems . And shes sort of an asshole abt it, and part of her character is that she thinks it's easier to just Do Shit Herself and is still learning how to instead give ppl the tools to grow, as per her beliefs and personal philosophy that shes acquired w Ninjoy. In their youths she would stand up for him a lot and fight his battles, sometimes bc she thought it was the honorable thing to do, sometimes bc she thought she had to. In her defense her parents did put all the expectations onto Her as the Oldest to be completely capable and caring.

And so to Roy it just feels like hes Weak and Pathetic and ppl Have to take care of him bc he Cant on his own evidently, he evidently Cant learn for whatever reason, Joy doesnt believe in him and shes always known best, Papa Louie used to believe in him genuinely but then he just became absent over the years and essentially abandoned him, and it feels like these ppl in Roy's life who know hes pathetic are Resentful of it.

That also explains why he cant keep a friend despite being able to be so placidly and generically friendly - he has 0 confidence and ppl can sense it. Hes like a generic background character and he presents himself as one. Allan keeps coming around to see him and acting like they're friends and every single time Roy feels a pang of affection/confidence from that he is so quick to smother it with "Allan is friends w literally everyone . This is his loss. And it means nothing " bc he knows better than to get his hopes up. It's also why he tends to get so irascible with Allan - bc hes overworked, lonely, too old to be doing this for so long, and bc Allan is emotionally Confusing him by being so persistent. Most- no, all- people have abandoned him by now, and Roy is cranky that Allan is being different . It's just confusing and hard to swallow.

Any Way I think the transfem idea would add a whole extra layer to the feeling Disgusting bit from earlier , bc like I said Roy is ugly in a worm sort of way, and there is 0 chance of her ever being able to reconcile w that and feel comfortable w that bc first of all it's the wrong body to begin with . The cross section of dysmorphia and dysphoria would be blurred and Roy would be sooo insecure abt not being masculine enough , bc a masculine attractive man is better than someone who looks like Bob the Builder , and lack of masculinity does not necessarily equate to femininity; and even if it did, that would just be sick, wouldnt it ? And Roy already has issues with feeling pathetic and like a worm - if you tried to throw "feminine" on top of that, it would feel derogatory and deeply shameful. Like a worm drying out on a sidewalk, nowhere near any sort of acceptable lawn. And there are only two to choose from.

It's a process. Roy has a looot of time to think working alone in that pizzeria, though. And there is a point where you've lived in the sludge of shame long enough that you might as well become the bog witch . The idea tho is that she learns that she was never a witch to begin with .. jus a pretty lady trapped under a bad haircut and a lifetime of being stepped on by loved/trusted ones <3 also shes ugly as a guy sometimes it's just like that. Ppl shouldnt have to feel so damn ugly just bc they're ugly but it happens .

Literally Chiron in Aries in the 4th house . Straight-up . No I will not elaborate either you put yourself through the ordeal of knowing it or you're sane .... Thanks for reading xoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxo