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[jesterwriting]

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what if you were an angel drabbles

pairing: shanks x reader & law x reader (separate)

contents: can be read as platonic, angel!reader, slight body horror especially in law’s, your body is Wrong, if you squint you’ll see nonhuman character as a metaphor for autism in here, angel lore that i made up on a whim don’t think too hard about it

word count: 1.8k words

note: first off feel absolutely free to come into my inbox and spew ideas!!! i'd love to hear it and you're always welcome <33 secondly, i would literally never post something like this normally, but because you asked for more of my ideas, here it is! something squished out from the creative recesses of my mind.

playlist: man on the moon - zella day

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. That was your motto. Even in your younger years, questions poured from your tongue like honey, coloring your world in rich, vibrant hues rather than suffocating shades of gray. You could speak for hours, annoying your instructors at the academy with your incessant questions.

It would be better if you learned to hold your tongue, they'd say.

How would I sate your hunger if I were silent, you would shoot back.

It would be easier if you could join the humans; ask them your questions face to face. Why couldn’t you walk among them? Such things were not forbidden, though they were rather frowned upon. As an angel, you were meant to observe, not intervene. If anyone were to be sent to the surface of a world, it would certainly not be an angel who couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Since time immemorial, your kind had lived in secret, housed in the spaces between stardust.

You would not be the one to ruin that.

That was what you promised yourself as you packed your bags and snuck out into the night. You could do both, get your answers and keep your secrets. For once, you wanted to live. Smile like a human, laugh like a human, love like a human. All of it was at your fingertips, the only thing you had to do was reach out and grab it. So, you did. You sent yourself spiraling to the surface of a beautiful blue pearl, a planet that was more water than land. This was where you would make your home.

For the first time in your centuries of life, you felt happy. The people of the island you found welcomed you with open arms, embracing your oddities instead of pretending they would go away. You were eccentric, both wise beyond your years and hopelessly naive. Fruits that were common were treated like precious jewels in your hands, work that no one wanted to do, you met with enthusiasm despite your clumsy hands. You told the children stories of faraway worlds, who would then parrot your truths to their parents. It was no secret that there was something off about you, but you were loved, and most importantly, you were free.

Though you were happy, your curiosity could not be sated. You wanted more. To see the world and all it had to offer. When a pirate ship appeared on the horizon, you asked the captain if you could join them on their adventures.

The villagers were sure to give you glowing reviews, you said with a broad grin.

Thus began your life at sea. In closer quarters, it was harder to keep your secrets. Your wings itched beneath your skin, feathers tickling your spine, begging to be set free. When asked of your hometown, you could only dodge the question with a laugh for so long. It wasn’t as if you could tell them the truth: that you fell from the stars like a meteor, never to return home again. You had created a niche in the crew, you would hate to be run off so soon.

Now, you were certain that this was the end of all you had built.

It had been a mistake. A simple one. An avoidable one. You were alone with him when his foot slipped, and you were alone when you dove after him, white wings unfurling to catch him. You were stronger than the average human, easily carrying his weight as you glided to the bottom of the ravine.

This was never meant to happen. Not in a million years, ever. There were rules in place to keep such situations under control, and you, somehow, managed to break every single one within seconds. Your wings ached from being confined within your vessel for so long, and though you longed to stretch them, you were well aware of the pair of eyes that studied your inhuman form.

“What are you?” His voice was soft, barely audible on the wind.

With a slick noise, your wings slotted themself back against your spine, gone as if they were never there in the first place. It felt better to have them back under your skin. Safer, especially under his scrutiny. With a deep breath, tongue gliding over your sharp incisors for comfort, you wondered if there was any way to salvage this.

Red Haired Shanks

Before you could start explaining yourself, Shanks cut you off, his expression morphing into a broad grin. “You can fly? You can fly and you never told me? I should be mad about that, you know.”

“Sorry.” You weren’t sure what else to say. Whatever you expected from your captain, it wasn’t this. Betrayal, maybe, but not excitement. Your stomach churned at the thought of what they were saying about you back home. It was no secret that they were watching you, you were not the first angel to fall from grace, nor would you be the last. Your fingers found the hem of your shirt and began to fidget. “No one was supposed to know.”

Shanks took a step closer to you, breathing heavily. Adrenaline, perhaps. He did just glide thirty meters off the edge of a cliff within the arms of a previously wingless crewmate. Besides, you couldn’t fault him too much, your heart was thundering inside your chest too, both from fear and exhilaration. You had forgotten how wonderful it felt to fly. A part of you couldn’t wait until you could do it again.

“Don’t be,” He said. The wind had swept his hair from his forehead, causing it to stick up at odd angles. You fought the urge to flatten it back against his head. “You saved me from losing a leg, at least.”

You cocked your head to the side, large eyes blinking owlishly at him. “You’re not mad. You should be mad. I’m a liar, and I can never tell you the truth.”

Shanks laughed. You liked his laugh. “Who cares about that? You save me and then expect me to be mad. You really are odd.” Craning his head to look above you, he put his hand on his hip when he caught sight of the edge he stumbled off. “Do you think you can get us back up there?”

If you were odd, Shanks was odder. That was his only question. You grew wings out of nowhere, and all he wanted to know was if you could fly him back up to the top of the ravine. Was it really that simple? You shivered, remembering the first words that left his mouth.

“What are you?”

You didn’t get to answer him. Maybe you never would. With your captain held in your arms, his head against your chest as he whooped against the wind, you wondered if the price of getting to keep your secrets would be simple. You had a feeling that this was not the first flight that Shanks would ask to be taken on, and certainly not his last.

Trafalgar Law

Law stared you down, lips pressed into a thin line.

Your wings fluttered against your spine, wanting to fly you away from this conversation to somewhere you would never be seen again. You were fast, easily able to outrun the Polar Tang even without your headstart. Still, if you left Law at the bottom of a ravine, you would never forgive yourself.

“Um,” You started.

Law crossed his arms. “And don’t you try and tell me you’re human. I’ve known for a long time you’re not.” He glanced down at your hands, palm too wide, fingers too long. “Your bones are in the wrong place.”

It was no secret that you were built… different, with limbs that were too long, disproportionate to the rest of your body, and eyes that reflected light, glowing when the sun dipped under the horizon and stars blanketed the velvet sky. If you weren’t careful, both your elbows and knees bent backwards. It had scared Shachi and Penguin more than once, their screams that you were broken echoing through the Polar Tang. You hadn’t meant to build your body so strangely. In your defense, you had never met a human before until a few months ago.

“My bones are all wrong? But I worked so hard on this body.”

To his credit, Law’s confusion at your strange statement was betrayed by a barely noticeable blink. “You need anatomy lessons if you think that’s passable enough to fool anyone.”

“You should be happy with what I look like. If I showed you my true form, your eyes would melt out of your skull,” You said.

Law scoffed. “I doubt that.”

You bit your tongue to keep from arguing. The only way your captain would believe you was if you tore free from your vessel and bestowed upon him your true holy splendor. Which you would rather not do. Not only did you not want to blind him, but the entire situation would be rather intimate. Angel’s did not show their true forms on a mere whim, and they definitely did not do so to win a petty argument.

“Alright.” The two of you stood in silence. Law was still while you kicked a rock with the toe of your boot. “If you must know, I am an angel.”

You could practically hear them booing back home.

Law was quick with his response, “Angels don’t exist. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.”

“Sorry.”

Sighing, Law approached and gave you a stern look out of the corner of his eye. He stood so close, you could feel his body heat. “If you don’t want to tell me the truth, then don’t. All I need to know is how to properly treat you when you get sick or injured.”

Despite his assurances, you could see the curiosity burning in his golden eyes, and you knew the conversation was far from over. With a shrug, you unfurled your wings, grabbing a hold of Law as you launched yourself to the top of the ravine with a single push. Surprise caused him to struggle in your arms, though you kept your grip on him firm.

You didn’t care how stubborn Law was, nor did you care about the inevitable onslaught of questions that awaited you back on the Polar Tang.

If there was one thing you respected, it was curiosity.

[azsazz]

Moonlight Rising

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Isn’t this what living in the Night Court is all about? AKA: You feel like one of the stars and you love Azriel because he reminds you of the thing you adore the most, the moon.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,409

Notes: This is the song that inspired this fic and I literally listened it to repeat while I wrote this. 💙🌙 

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“Look at the moon,” you murmur, eyes awe-filled and casted towards the sky.

“You always say that,” Azriel responds just as softly, admiring that look on your face, committing it to memory. He’s afraid that speaking too loudly will wake the glowing beacon hanging above or draw your attention away from it.

The silver of the moon reflects in the pools of your eyes and he feels so lucky that it’s him you’re here with right now. It’s like a secret between the two of you in the late hours of the night when it’s just you and him and the moon, the rest of the court asleep and dreaming. But not the two of you. No, you’re here, hand in hand and walking amongst their dreams, the stars.

You shrug, grinning, and as your gaze slides to him the admiration doesn’t falter. It makes his heart flutter and his bones soften. “I like to see what she’s up to way up there. How she’s feeling.”

“How she’s feeling?” his brows furrow as he glances up at the moon in question. It’s big and full,  painting of metallic light, casting a magical sparkle throughout the streets. “What do you mean?”

“You mean you don’t feel that?”

“Feel what?” he questions, and he realizes that he’s let his guard down, too comfortable in your presence. He calls upon his shadows from where they’re lazily trailing along the winding path, but they have nothing to report.

“Oh, come on! Here,” you shake your head, pulling Azriel to the center of the square, “Lie down with me.”

Azriel watches you fall to the ground in the center of the square, settling onto the uneven cobblestones on your back, looking up at him with a brow raised.

He glances around the streets. It’s too late for anyone of sound mind to be roaming around. The arts district is quiet.

So he joins you, planting himself directly beside you. His wings are tucked awkwardly and they brush against the rough ground beneath him but he’s willing to lay for as long as you want if you keep looking at him like that, love-drunk on stardust. 

His heart thumps in his chest like the first time you’d ever held his hand.

“Now close your eyes.”

Azriel stares at you. You’re so beautiful in the moonlight like this, happy and free.

You squeeze his hand with a soft smile, urging him to follow your instruction. Your lashes kiss the tops of your cheeks. “Close your eyes, Az.”

His cheeks burn, but he does as you say, adjusting himself, the pattern of the cobblestones is uncomfortable but he’s slept on worse. He wonders if he complains enough you will give him one of your massages that always turn into something more–

It’s quiet. He can hear your breath, the sounds of bugs serenading the night.

“You feel that?” 

Whatever you’re feeling he doesn’t. But what he does feel is the warmth of the palm of your hand on his own, the bones of your knuckles pressed to his, your fingers utterly relaxed in his slightly tense grip. He can feel the sliver of moonlight in his chest, that string from his mind, his body, his soul, connecting him to you, to everything that you are. It shimmers.

“Yeah,” he breathes anyway, “I feel it.”

“Do you think the stars gaze back at us?” You stun him sometimes. When you’re not taking his breath away with your beauty you’re asking him silly questions he’s never considered, patiently awaiting a serious response.

He loves you for it. Your mind, unmatched.

“I suppose they could be,” he ponders, turning toward the stars. “Although they’d probably think us crazy for lying on the hard ground in the midst of Autumn staring up at them.”

You laugh and his heart soars.

“What do you think that one does?” you ask, pointing to a star just north of the moon.

Azriel tries to pinpoint exactly which one you’re talking about but there’s so many in such close proximity that he doesn’t think that he can, but he answers anyway, an amused smile on his lips.

“A baker, I reckon.”

Your finger shifts in a different direction, “And that one?”

“Swordsman.”

“How about that one over there?”

“Town fool,” it rolls off his tongue easily, the rapid fire back-and-forth.

“And her?”

“Thief.”

Your hand falls and you make a face at your mate. “A thief?”

He shrugs in response, “What? They can’t all be nice.”

You huff in disagreement. You suppose he’s right though. It did look a little dimmer than the rest.

Letting the night wash over you once more, you settle. Being out under the moon and the stars with Azriel is something that you’ll never tire of. And you’re thankful that he’s willing to go with you, whether it’s admiring them from afar or answering your playful questions or flying you with them, across the night sky.

“Why do you like the moon so much?” Azriel breaks the comfortable silence, voice barely a whisper, as if he’s afraid of the answer.

You swallow thickly, blink slowly as all of the reasons you love the moon rush through your mind.

“There are many reasons,” you start, thumb brushing over the rough scars of his hands. You let your head fall to the side and he’s already staring at you, golden eyes so different from the silvery moon in the sky. They look like the sun, and light up every part of your soul with just a single glance, in the same way that you are the moon, seeing through all of his darkness.

“Tell me your favorite.” It’s soft, small smiles like you’re sharing a secret.

“I think your hands are the first thing I loved about you,” you admit.

Azriel frowns, nearly dropping your hand. Your fingers tighten around his loose ones so they don’t slide from yours.

That wasn’t what he had asked. He didn’t ask you to lie to him, didn’t ask you to bring up the marred flesh over ruined muscle and charred bone. He flinches because when had they stopped becoming a constant reminder and were now just…a part of him?

“Why?” Azriel’s throat is tight and his heart pounds in his chest. His eyes hurt, prickling with the unfamiliar feeling of tears, something he hasn’t done in years, and he wonders if the moon is actually affecting him in some way. He doesn’t want to talk about this but he wants to know why such an ugly part of him can be the thing you loved first about him.

“Look,” you nod back towards the moon but he doesn’t look away, eyes flickering between yours as if looking for any sign that you’re lying to him or about to change the subject.

You flood the bond with the warmth that the sun within him makes you feel, and he looks.

Taking his hand that you haven’t yet let go, you raise them up into the air between you, until the back of his palm sits next to the moon in your line of vision.

“Look at them,” you whisper, teary eyed and soft smiled.

And Azriel does. He’s overcome with emotion as he stares back and forth between the moon and his own hand, really looking. It doesn’t take long for him to understand why you’ve said what you did, with the way that the roughness of his hands look like that of the moon. Dips and pock-marks alike, both imperfect and rough but yet somehow they’re your favorite things in the world.

He sucks in a harsh breath as he assesses, and you let him take his time, watching the realization wash over his features in the bright moonlight. His long, inky lashes clumping together with wetness, the bob of his throat as he swallows the lump of emotion lodged there. You can feel what he’s feeling, down the open bond. Never closed, not for you. Apprehension and fear melting away into something more, something stronger. Love and pride.

“We’re the same,” he breathes, tearing his gaze from his hand and the moon shining down.

You nod, a tear of happiness slipping from the corner of your eye that reflects silver in the light. Azriel brushes it away with his fingers, hand still holding onto yours tightly.

“I love you to the moon and back, Az.”

“To the moon and back, (Y/N),” he promises.

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Everyone say hello to my JJBA OC, "Yuna" 🌸

She's the protagonist of the AO3 version of Polaris , the "reader" in the Tumblr version of the fic, and my precious little bean.

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Bittersweet Memories: Cody Rhodes x Fem reader part 3 (18+)

Warnings: Fluff mixed with a little bit of spice. Slow burn continuation-and kissing. Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Story hints: F/n='Friend's Name'

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Two days have gone by, and you're still buzzing with confusion and excitement because of the question your friend in Cody Rhodes had asked you a few days before.

You couldn't wrap your head around as to why Cody did what he did and what he asked you. Part of you couldn't believe it and wanted to say yes to him right away, but the other part of you didn't believe him and thought he was pulling your leg or pranking you.

That's when you decided to talk about this with your best friend. You knew she always gave the best and most helpful advice on anything.

The two of you met up for lunch and discussed a certain specific topic.

"I have something to tell you that I also may need your opinion on too." You stated as the small nervous smile appeared on your face.

Your best friend nodded and smiled softly back at you. "Please feel free to talk about it, Y/n. I'm your best friend, you can always talk to me about anything."

You could feel your heart beat beating really fast in your chest. Burning anxious butterflies in your stomach as you thought of how your best friend would react to the surprising and unexpected good news.

F/n and yourself were both pro wrestlers in the same company. That's what brought you two together as best friends. You two met at the same wrestling training and instantly clicked.

Ever since then, F/n and yourself have both made it into the wwe together. Sharing that same dream with your best friend meant everything to you.

"Do you happen to know Cody Rhodes, F/n?" You asked nervously, slightly fidgeting with your own hand.

F/n had this playful deadpan expression on her face after hearing your question, "Are you kidding, Y/n? May I kindly remind you that we both are superstars in the same wrestling company. If you know a wrestler, chances are that I'll know them too." Your best friend joked, causing you both to laugh.

"Yes, I know Cody, also known as Stardust, currently. What's the haps with him, Y/n?" F/n asked curiously, raising her brow.

You bit your lip in a nervous way, yet found yourself giggling softly once more to relax your nerves.

"Well...I couldn't believe it, F/n. Cody officially asked me out." You exclaimed before widening your eyes and covering your mouth as you realized that you officially spilled the beans.

There was no going back now.

F/n's mouth fell agape as a gigantic smile on her face appeared, "Aha! I knew that there was something interesting going on with the two of you." Said your best friend as she playfully teased you, pointing her finger at you.

You shook your head and hid your face in your arms briefly as the giggles escaped your lips, "Shh, lower your voice, F/n! Someone may hear you." You whispered, lowering your voice and lowering your body into your seat, hoping no one around you at the other tables would hear or see you.

You two were both in the clear.

"Did you say yes? Oh, please tell me that you did, Y/n. Cody and Y/n are already so cute together." Said F/n with pleading like puppy dog eyes.

You slowly rose back up and began to sit up straight in your chair; "No... not yet" You began to say. Your best friend shook her head playfully.

"Ugh, why not, Y/n? That's your golden opportunity."

"I told Cody that I would think about his question and let him know of an answer really soon. Thankfully, he seems respectful and at ease with it and that he'll be there when I'm ready." You replied softly, still fidgeting with the palm of your hand.

"Just say yes if that's what you truly want." Your best friend stated firmly.

"What do you mean?" You asked curiously, your heart starting to beat nervously once more.

" If you truly want to be with Cody, then tell him yes to his question. You like him, don't you?" Asked F/n, raising a brow in your direction.

"No... I don't think so. Probably not. Haha. Maybe I do." You stated calmly as your face became red again.

Deep down inside, you really wanted to drop everything and be Cody's girlfriend right away, but it was all happening way too fast for you that it felt like nothing but a dream, even if it was a reality.

"I don't know... I'm not even sure why Cody chose me to ask out? There's plenty of other girls that he could have asked, but he chose me." You stated calmly, your bright eyes had straight eye contact with your best friend.

"Ever since Cody asked me, I've been under the impression that he's doing this for jokes and that I'm being pranked by him. Do you think he's joking and not being serious, or is he actually considering it, F/n?" You concluded again, resting your head on your hand.

Your best friend smiled softly at you as she gently held your hand, comforting you; "Y/n, it sounds to me like Cody is being very serious about this. I haven't talked to him or about it with him, but I don't think he would mess around with someone like you." She winked reassuringly.

You smiled softly after hearing your best friend's kind words. You were finally coming to your senses. You knew exactly what to do now.

"Oh my gosh... I totally like Cody!" You exclaimed softly, glancing around you, making sure no one around you saw or heard you. F/n and you giggled softly as the two of you smiled brightly at one another.

"And so it is. Now go get your man and make the two of you official!" Your best friend chirped with a wink. You nodded your head and smiled.

"F/n, you're a wonderful best friend, and I always really appreciate your sweetness and kindness. I most certainly will do just that." You thanked your beautiful best friend for her kindness and fabulous advice.

"That's my job, Y/n! You know I'd do anything for you." F/n replied with another bright smile.

The two of you finished up your meal, paid, and headed out to the arena where Monday Night Raw was being held for the night.

F/n, and you arrived at the area and got settled in as you put on your gear and proceeded to head for hair and makeup afterward. The hair and makeup team began to work their magic on you, along with your best friend in the seat next to you.

Once your hair was styled, the team began to work on your makeup. You casually strolled on your phone briefly before closing your eyes for your makeup.

Your best friend glanced up from her phone and noticed a familiar person heading towards the both of you. F/n gently tapped your arm and whispered; "Cody alert, five o'clock, Y/n!"

You were free to open up your eyes after having them closed from the eyeshadow that was being applied.

The second you opened your eyes, there he was just a few feet away from you. Smiling his pearly smile directly at you. You could feel your face get warmer as the smile on your face appeared, too.

"Why hello there, Miss Y/n! Lovely seeing you here, " Cody exclaimed briefly, reaching down to grab a bottle of perfume on the makeup table.

He then looked more at you and began to admire your beauty and how your hair and makeup were styled.

"Oohhhh, look who looks like a model today? The always beautiful one and only, Y/n. You always look stunning, though. With or without makeup." Cody beamed with a bright smile and again winking at you.

You couldn't help but blush at Cody's cute words. You couldn't believe that he thought you were attractive. Coming from your one and only crush.

You could practically hear the smirk on your bestie's face from the side of you. You shyly smiled up at Cody.

"Thank you very much, Cody. You always look handsome." You winked at him. That caused him to blush. He smiled down at the ground, and his eyes met up with you again.

You raised your eyebrow in a playful way when you asked; "Do you need that perfume, or are you sending that to Stardust?" You playfully asked Cody after noticing the miniature bottle of perfume in his hands.

Cody raised his hand with the bottle closer to his face and chuckled softly; "Oh this? You caught me. It's totally for Stardust. This is one of his favorite fragrances, and I somehow got around to it and got hooked on it ever since."

The both of you chuckled. It was in this very moment where no one else was around, the hair and makeup team had other superstars to attend to around the building, leaving it to just Cody and you.

It was also in this very moment where you decided to be bold and spill your truth to Cody. Your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest;

"I don't know the exact time or place, but my heart has started beating faster every time you're around." You began, hoping you didn't sound odd or strange to him.

Cody had full eye contact with you as he listened to you as you proceeded. The smile on his face caused you to blush. The heat on your face gave it away to you. "I think it's telling me that it needs the oxygen you provide." You concluded once more.

The semi worried expression on Cody's face was clear after hearing what you began to explain to him. He quickly but gently held your hands for reassurance; "Wait, you should go to the hospital then, Y/n. I can take you."

You couldn't help but giggle at his response. The smile on your face grew in size, as did Cody's.

You playfully shook your head as you took hold of Cody's hands; "No! There is no need to do that. What I meant was... I love you and that I want to be with you, Cody." You confessed fully, softly smiling up at him, hoping he still felt the same way about you too.

"Oh...Oh!!! That makes a lot of sense. It just so happens that I love you too, and I also want to be together with you as well, Y/n." Said Cody, flirtatiously winking at you.

You playfully shook your head as you blushed and chuckled while looking into Cody's bright blue crystal like eyes. Cody's eye contact with you never left you either.

You still sat in your hair and makeup chair as Cody took a few steps closer towards you. As he got closer, he gently trailed his soft fingers down your bare skinned arm in a delicate manner.

The feeling of his fingers running down your arm caused you to flush to yourself as you didn't expect him to do that. Cody managed to see your reaction and smiled as he knew what he was doing was working.

You thanked the heavens above for not letting there be anyone around to witness such a romantic moment between Cody and yourself. Your best friend had to go to put her gear on for her match as the makeup crew went to assist the other superstars who might have needed assistance.

Your eyes met up with Cody's bright blue eyes. He smirked flirtatiously down at you as his fingers continued to dance delicately on your arm briefly before both of your fingers intertwined together in your hands.

Cody got even closer to you, starting into your eyes as he wondered if it was about to happen. You could feel your face getting warmer again and it increased by the second.

All you could do was smile back at him as your face grew warmer by the blush. Both of your faces were now so close to one another's.

You weren't sure who would make the first move. What you did know was that you were hungry for this moment and wanted it to happen sooner than later.

Your heart began racing extremely fast in your chest, it felt like it was about to leap out of your body.

Cody, in this moment, seemed unpredictable, but you could sense a romantic lust in him that captivated you. He knew that you wanted him to take the lead, the sparkle in your eyes excited him.

Without hesitation, the pad of Cody's thumb traced your lower lip, dragging it downwards a little bit, the hitch in your breath increased as Cody's eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.

"I think I wanna..." Cody said, leaning in a little, his breath ghosting your lips.

Hearing that caused you to blush more and more. It was this moment where your heart beat more out of your chest when the distance between you and him became less and less.

"May I, beautiful?" Cody questioned, tilting your chin up gently.

Your head, mind, and heart felt like it was spinning out of control from excitement as what was about to happen. What you craved for so long, what you were hungry for all your life was about to become a reality for you.

Cody looked deeply into your eyes, giving you a look but it wasn't just any look. It was that look, asking you non-verbally, "Is this what you want? Am I the one you want to do this with?"

You nodded softly but couldn't speak. The dark haired man inching closer to you really got your attention. His finger tips touched yours, holding your hands in his and gently pulled you closer.

"May I kiss you, gorgeous?" Cody whispered, sending you a wink your way before awaiting your answer.

You flushed once again. You became speechless but slightly nodded before Cody's lips pressed against yours, filling the gap.

Finally... you thought to yourself.

The feeling of his slight chapped but soft lips on yours felt like heaven atop of your delicate lips. After what felt like an eternity, You and Cody pulled away from the kiss and giggled softly as you both looked into each other’s eyes again.

"That was breathtaking. Thank you for making my first kiss a magical moment, Cody." You said while smiling blushy at him.

Cody smiled with a tint of blush, too, as he heard you speak; "Don't worry, there will be plenty more, I promise, beautiful."

You squealed softly from excitement as your heart began to flutter once again when you felt Cody's lips meet yours again.

-End of chapter 3 ♡

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[vivalioo]

heyy! hope you're having a good day so far! i was wondering if i could have some headcannons of the stardust crusaders reacting to the fem! reader who's stand powers are mostly based on dreams that she had in the past? forgive me if this all is confusing (i've never really thought deep into a made-up stand power before 😅), but basically, whatever happens in a particular dream (ex: a person slips and falls on the floor), as long as the reader can remember certain details or events, when her stand touches a person (doesn't even have to be a punch, the stand could literally poke them for a brief second if it wanted), that person will be affected (as stated in my example: a person slips and falls in the reader's dream? the affected person will also slip and fall). however, the funny catch is that the reader tends to have strange dreams (some range from "ok, well that was weird" to "WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?! DID I ACTUALLY DREAM THAT?!"), so the weirder/intense/funnier the dream, the more powerful the attack is. sometimes there will be moments where a stand user is defeated in the most hilarious way, which always leaves the reader laughing her ass off at the end of the battle LMAO. apologies again if this all sounds confusing! feel free to change some things up if you want to :) ty! <33

@klvbxlove

This is my first time writing headcanons for characters so I thoroughly enjoyed this, especially because this idea was so fun, thank you for requesting! I hope it's to your liking ^^ I also hope you don't mind me tagging you just to make sure you see this! I know sometimes questions I ask don't give me notifs when people answer lol

No warnings needed I don't think except uhh the reader's gender isn't mentioned because of 2nd person pov, and this is mostly platonic but Polnareff's section has a flirty comment because c'mon it's Polnareff. OH and no Iggy :(

Jotaro Kujo

-Jotaro is still relatively new to the whole situation regarding stands, and although he had thought he'd seen it all by now boy he couldn't be more wrong!

-I think he'd definitely be skeptical of the nature of your ability at first. You're practically able to change fate itself with a simple touch of your stand, it isn't until he sees it in action does he really start to accept how weird but strong the power can be

-Even if he won't admit it he's definitely curious if you've had any dreams involving him lol. Once he starts to believe your ability he'll grumble out something along the lines of "Keep that damn thing away from me" in fear of getting into an embarrassing accident as a result of the dreams

-If your stand happens to swoop in and save the day with some freak occurrence that rivals the likes of Joseph's most ridiculous plans, he's left in disbelief and tries to hide it by pulling his hat down and saying his most famous catch phrase. Expect to hear "Good grief." Every time your stand helps to incapacitate an enemy.

Noriaki Kakyoin

-Kakyoin is very polite when approaching the topic of your stand ability

-He's fascinated with the idea of you being able to control someone's fate in such a way, and is one of the ones who sees the most potential in this stand

-He'll try to protect and lead you in battle more often than not, because he also recognizes that this ability is not really suited for combat. Which is very sweet!

-He doesn't pressure you but definitely makes it known that he'd appreciate any heads up for any dreams that involve him. He doesn't really want to make a fool of himself anytime soon

Jean Pierre Polnareff

-Polnareff is like the second most fascinated with the nature of your stand, he's definitely curious if any of your dreams happen to mention him too. -He'd somehow find a way to make a witty one-liner out of the situation, it's just in his nature. "Ah, so you've been dreaming about me have you?"

-If you decide to tell him of any embarrassing fate that might befall him that day he'll kinda blush a bit and subconsciously shy away from you and your stand's touch while saying "O-oh? Is that so?"

-Please forgive him he's had enough embarrassment on this trip. Mans is traumatized lmfao

Muhammad Avdol

-Avdol, being a fortune teller himself, is probably the one most fascinated with your stand ability! He'll enthusiastically encourage you to tell him of your dreams every morning, so much so that it becomes routine

-He'll always thoughtfully and politely nod along, strategizing about how your premonitions can be used in battle against enemy stand users

-He gets embarrassed if any of your dreams involve him, especially if it's something silly. He feels like he has to apologize for you seeing such an uncharacteristic display

-He will definitely give a hearty chuckle about anything else you tell him about the crusaders though. You've seen how mischievous he can be at times, if it's something non life threatening he'll even subtly encourage you to touch them with your stand. It's like a little inside joke you both get to be on!

Joseph Joestar

-If there's even a mention of himself in your dreams you bet your ass he wants to know every detail! If it's something funny/ridiculous he'll sort of scoff and hide his embarrassment, claiming that such a thing would never happen to him!

-Until it does.

-He'll never get used to seeing this ability in action against enemy stand users, like Jotaro he might even be skeptical and teasing/condescending about it at first (because that's just how he is), and has never been humbled so fast than when you cause some sort of terrifyingly hilarious fate to befall someone

-After that he's like a persistent child, constantly inquiring about your dreams and abusing your stand's power to the fullest, especially to help him out of a tough spot

-He'll get a bit ahead of himself, so you'll have to remind him sometimes that your ability works in a specific way, and no you can't make something happen to an enemy naturally because they're kicking yall's ass in battle lol

[clovercrafted]

CLOVERCRAFTED'S BUILDTOBER 2022

hello and welcome to clovercrafted's buildtober 2022 edition! an event created to hopefully challenge and inspire people to build during the month of October!

So how do I do this thing?

Simple! There is a theme for each day of October (that's 31 days thus 31 themes) and you build something in Minecraft for that theme. For example for day 9. Witch Hut you could build your own witchy cottage or improve the existing vanilla one, its all up to you how to interprit the theme!

Can I use mods, texture packs, anything that isn't part of vanilla minecraft?

Of course you can!

Do I have to do these things in order? Can't I just do any day I want?

I mean you could but that kind've defeats the whole aspect of the challenge here. Try to keep the themes in the correct order, of course this rule doesn't apply if you're doing this after the event has finished!

What if I miss a day/ What if I end up super busy during October/ What if I plain just forget?

Not a problem! If you miss a day, feel free to upload late, this isn't a test where you get a little score at the end of it, it's just for fun! Of course the point is to try to hit every day but don't stress if you can't or forget to!

Wait so I can go at my own pace if I don't feel like pushing myself/ Can I skip days?

Sure! If you don't wanna stress yourself out you can go at whatever pace you see fit, those who want the challenge can do the daily uploads and you can vibe with the list for as long as you want.

Wait! What's this about a tag list? Can I still get involved?

The tag list for buildtober was created as an interest check for those who wanted to be notified as soon as this went live, don't worry, anyone can still join. This list is getting released at the start of September so people have a whole month to get builds made and make plans!

Sweet I think I know what I'm doing now!

That's great! If you have any questions feel free to shoot me an ask here or on my main blog @smothsmajor

You can upload your first build on October 1st your timezone, feel free to tag me @clovercrafted and remember to use the tag #clovers buildtober 2022 so I can reblog all your creations!

Image I.D and tag list under the cut

image I.D: a photograph of a autumn forest of muted greens and browns with text overlayed on top. The text reads:

Clovercrafted's Buildtober

Pumpkin spice, 2. Haunted, 3. Wither rose, 4. Graveyard, 5. Deep dark, 6. Overgrown, 7. Spider Wed, 8. Abandoned, 9. Witch Hut, 10. Rust, 11. Mushroom, 12. Magic, 13. Soul Fire, 14. Honey, 15. Ruins, 16. Snow, 17. Candy, 18. Dimensions, 19. Mangrove, 20. Buried, 21. Woodland, 22. Wizard, 23. Dripstone, 24. Candles, 25. Alchemy, 26. Monochrome, 27. Hallowed, 28. Gothic, 29. Alpine, 30. Glow, 31. Home

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[infectedtale]

Welcome Taleblr!

I am Manny and this is my take on the mlp infection AUs- with a Taleblr twist. This blog is an Ask blog where you, the audience can ask the infected and survivors questions.

With that out of the ways, let us address the infection of this AU:

The Unicorn Virus

The Unicorn Virus is a psychological and magical based infection that originated from the unicorns. Papa Acachalla was patient 0 having been infected by the cursed book. He attacked his family before fleeing and has not been seen since. In this next paragraph we will be addressing how the virus operates.

The virus spreads through three common forms: Bites, sparkles, and contact with cursed objects. Bites are self explanatory, an infected bites a healthy victim and spreads the unicorns magic. This method is considered the least dangerous as the bitten limb can be amputated before the virus progresses too far. Sparkles are the spores that the unicorns hosts expel. Almost like a glittery aura, these small spores surround the host. When threatened the spores will cover a greater distance to eliminate the threat. These spores if inhaled or eaten will cause immediate infection in victims. They will immediately progress to the second stage. Cursed objects are the rarest form of infection but they are no less dangerous. Each item holds a potent form of the virus. One that makes its hosts much more dangerous than the common infected. They too will progress quickly.

Above I mentioned that the virus has stages. There are currently five known stages of the viral progression.

The first stage is the initial infection. For those infected via bite, the first stage will be pink spores that surround the skin around the bite. For those infected via cursed object or sparkle spores, the first stage is pink spores that leak from their orifices. This is the only stage currently curable.

The second stage is the mental infection. The virus has spread to the hosts brain. There is no saving them. They will begin to hear the unicorns within their own thoughts. They will seek out brightly colored objects and blood. During the later half of this stage, the host will experience a loss of identity. If asked what their names are they might answer with “Cuddly Kittysnuggles” or “Stardust Sprinkleshine.” They are still killable during this stage, do not let it progress.

The third stage is the growth stage. The hosts skeleton will begin to grow, though each hosts growth varies, all will grow a horn. The horn appears to be made of pure bone, it will grow through the hosts forehead skin and continue growing until [unknown]. The rest of the hosts skeleton will also elongate, the skin does not seem to be able to keep up with the growths and will split. They still appear conscious as they have been observed talking to others. Easiest to avoid as they attempt to lure survivors.

The fourth stage is the spore stage. Until this stage the infecteds spores cannot spread beyond their body. The spores will leak from the horn surrounding the host. They will attempt to share these sparkles with anyone uninflected. Do not let them, use gas masks and bandage wounds to avoid infection. Bites are no longer their goal. Avoid at all costs, they are no longer waiting.

The fifth and final stage is the complete stage. Not much is known. The hosts seem to lack any former memories, they seem to believe they are the unicorns. Walk on four legs.

Now onto the characters. (More tba! Feel free to ask about your blorbo)

Survivor

Billy Acachalla (Bio)

Maddie Friend (Bio)

Infected

Gertrude Acachalla (Bio TBA)

Johnny Ghost (Bio)

Papa Acachalla Stardust Sprinkleshine (Bio TBA)

Tag list

#unicornvirus- this AU, all posts

#uvasksanswered- in character asks

#manny the immune- ooc answers and posts

I’m looking for artists if anyone would love to help. Until then it’s all text posts ^^.

[kokinu09]

The Alien Armada Series

Disconnect

A/N: Long time no see! With Z4’s announcement, I decided to jump back into one of my many WIPs and came across this one that was a quarter of the way finished! Enjoy~

Toes the line of T —> M but I’m not changing the rating. Nothing explicit.

~*~*~*~

Being the Armada leader of a telepathic species meant having quiet moments with her own thoughts was rare for A-dison. It seemed like there was always someone chirping into her mind with a question or request for her opinion.

The majority of the time, she didn’t really mind. It was natural to their people. But her time on Earth began to make her question whether she enjoyed letting everyone into her mind so freely.

This day in particular had her questioning their extraterrestrial habit.

‘A-dison, the transmission division is doing maintenance on Mothership this evening.’ A-spen’s voice chimed in her mind.

‘Wonderful. Thank you for the update, A-spen.’ She replied silently as she applied a new lip gloss Bree had suggested for her date with Zed tonight.

‘I donated my thermal overgarment to a human who was displeased by the temperature so they would stop their constant complaining. Can I borrow one of your extras, A-dison?’ A-li asked, sounding very annoyed to begin with.

‘Of course. I always keep an extra in the Command Room aboard Mothership. Feel free to take that one.’ A-dison offered through the mind link. At the same time finished her lips with a pop and set the tube aside.

She stared at herself in the mirror; blue hair curled, makeup done, lips plump from her new gloss. The dress she’d picked out at a human shop felt soft, flowy, and breathable on her body. A very pleasant contrast to the skin-tight bodysuits she was accustomed to. But it still hugged her waist just enough to show off her curves perfectly. She smiled at her reflection, excitement and space moths fluttering in her stomach thinking about showing Zed this new look.

‘I’ve decided to participate in an event called “The Olympics”. It consists of numerous competitions on strength, speed, and endurance.’ It was A-lan this time, interrupting her thoughts. A-dison audibly huffed in frustration. But before she could reply, another voice piped in.

‘Do you think you should leave the humans something of their own to compete over?’ A-spen asked curiously.

There was a brief pause before A-lan answered. ‘The joy of competition has consumed me and, unfortunately, I am just so good at winning.’

A-dison’s annoyance rose as A-spen went back and forth with A-lan about his decision inside her head. But she took a deep breath and let it go, opting to try tuning them out as she finished getting ready.

That was until—

‘A-dison?’ She froze at A-spen calling her name. ‘You’ve been quiet for all of this. Would you like to offer your opinion?’

‘Um! I, uh,’ she tried piecing together a response, ‘A-lan is allowed to make his own choices. We should let him explore his emotions!’ She mentally patted herself on the back for managing to come up with something halfway believable on such short notice.

‘Hm, that is a good point.’ A-spen agreed, sounding calculated and almost hesitant.

‘Excellent! I am eager for the humans to eat my stardust!’ A-lan then added proudly, ‘I’m practicing the “trash talking”.’

A-dison chuckled to herself at his excitement, happy that her people were having such fun in their new home. A gentle smile graced her lips as she finished the last few things she needed to be ready for her date.

~*~

For the thousandth time, A-dison mentally responded to another question posed by the maintenance team to her via the mind link. She hadn’t even realized her expression had blanked out, again, until Zed was snapping her out of her internal conversation with a clear of his throat.

She blinked rapidly as she refocused on the green-haired boy in front of her once more. “I am sorry, what were you saying, Zed?”

She didn’t miss how his smile had already dropped and his shoulders sagged in disappointment. “Uh, nevermind, it’s not important.” He sighed, poking his half-melted froyo with his spoon.

“But it is important,” A-dison insisted as she reached a hand out to touch his free one. “I enjoy hearing about your interests.”

He glanced up at her from under his lashes skeptically, trying to tell if she was messing with him or not. “No offense but you don’t seem very interested to hear me talk about football.”

She quickly shook her head with wide eyes in denial. “No, I very much am interested, Zed! Listening to you speak of something you’re so passionate about has my chest warming to magnitudes that rival the sun!”

Zed ducked his head shyly, the tips of his ears burning red as he couldn’t help but smile and laugh. His smile doesn’t fade as his fond eyes lift to look at her, his hand squeezing hers as he once again abandons his spoon in favor of drinking her in. “I believe you, Addy.” He assured her, then tilted his head towards the door. “Why don’t we get out of here, it’s getting pretty crowded. Maybe we can watch a movie or something at my place?”

Her eyes lit up at the suggestion, taking one last bite of her vanilla froyo before she jumped up from her seat. “Yes, let’s! The prospect of getting the ‘cuddles’ while watching a fictional dramatization depicting the culture of your plant sounds wonderful!”

Zed can’t help but chuckle, getting up and happily taking her hand as they exit the popular froyo shop to head for Zed’s house.

~*~

Earth’s customs still confused A-dison at times but she could really get used to these films they call ‘RomComs’. Not only did they help her understand Earth dating culture slightly better, a great source material for research, but she also found them incredibly enjoyable. Even if she had to occasionally avert her focus to answer someone popping into her mind link. The story was still lighthearted with plenty of opportunities for laughter and she found herself glancing up at Zed every time something romantic happened between the protagonists.

Maybe their story could have been in one of these ‘RomCom’ movies.

She absentmindedly played with a button on his shirt as the movie went on. Her fingers tracing the circular pattern above his heart.

Zed had seen this movie a hundred times over the years, one of his favorites if he was honest. And he knew what was coming. It was almost to the great climax where the guy confesses to the girl. The groundbreaking moment when they leap into each other’s arms to share their first kiss and live happily ever after.

Zed knew exactly what was able to happen. So why was he so nervous about it?

Oh yeah. The girl he’s in love with is cuddled in his arms and is about to witness a very passionate kissing scene probably for the first time and he most definitely wants to replicate said scene with her. And he inwardly wondered if she would want to kiss him too.

The way her delicate fingertip drew shapes over his hammering heart made him wonder if she could tell. Did she know what she was doing to him? Was she doing it on purpose to tease him? No. As much as he would enjoy being teased by the alien, she was way too naive to know how much of an effect something so small had on him. Only because it was her doing it.

The scene began to play out on the screen. As the man confessed his feelings to the leading lady, Zed’s cheeks burned but he still tightened his hold around her shoulders, rubbed his hand up and down her arm in a gentle gesture.

A-dison didn’t pay his movements any mind, eyes fixed on the screen. Tears were welling up in the actress’s eyes as a smile spread across her face. A-dison felt her heart begin to race, unsure of how they would further express their love. The human woman rushed forward and the man did the same until they were embracing, A-dison’s hold instinctively tightened around the man in her own arms.

Zed pulled her that much closer, his eyes ignoring the movie in favor of gagging her reaction, completely mesmerized by how beautiful she is when she’s focused.

The characters stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed on seeing into their lover’s soul, seeing the love reflecting equally as passionately as their own. He started leaning in, his eyes flickering to her lips, hers hooded with anticipation. A breath is lodged in A-dison’s throat as she held it there, watching at the edge of her seat to see how the humans express their true feelings for one another.

Because even as an alien, she knows intimacy when she sees it.

The moment their lips had touched, A-dison let out a quiet gasp. She watched their expressions, trying to read how they were feeling, the music swelling into a dreamy euphoria as an assistive depiction.

Suddenly, she turned to Zed. Her eyes were wide and wild as they bounced around his face, something he had never seen with her.

“Zed,” she breathed, “can I— we— I would really like to experiment with you what they are doing.” She finally rambled out, already scooting herself up and closer to him for better access to his mouth. He couldn’t help but chuckle, cheeks burning from her bluntness.

“Yeah Addy, you can kiss me. I’d like that too.” He confessed, eyes flicking to her glossy lips.

Her heart was beating harder than it ever had before. There was a brief second that she worried it was going to explode right there in her chest.

He allowed her to make the move, giving her as much time and space as she needed. As she grew closer, he could feel her warm breath fan over his lips, subconsciously wetting them with his tongue in anticipation. A small noise falling from her as she caught sight of the movement.

She wasn’t even sure why the sight of the appendage felt so attractive to her. But the prospect of what it might feel like to taste him made her legs begin to shake.

There was a momentary pause, a hesitation from her inexperience. Her eyes slipped back up to meet his, big blue orbs full of innocence and begging for guidance. His heart melted with adoration, his hand reaching to cup her cheek gently. He closed the gap.

Their lips touch light as a feather and A-dison worried for a moment that her stardust spark had gone haywire again. But when she peeks her eyes open when they pull back, Zed showed no sign of being in pain, eyes still closed and a blissful smile gracing his features.

When Zed finally opened his eyes to see her reaction, his smile widened. The 1000-watt smile that lit up her face made the whole botched date worth it. Watching this cheeky movie was the best choice he’d ever made in his life.

“Oh, Zed!” She said in breathless eagerness. “That was interstellar!” He ducked his head shyly but the wide smile he wore didn’t falter. “May we please engage in more of the kissing?” She nearly begged.

“Of course, Baby,” his eyes softening as he tucked a stray blue curl behind her ear. “As you said, we have all the time in the galaxy.”

~*~

Even after nearly 15 minutes, A-dison was still far from getting bored of this newfound connection she could feel with Zed. Their lips locked and tongues tangled in this unknown dance of passion. Her legs seated on either side of his hips, his hands on her waist while hers cup his cheeks, tangle in his hair.

Now and then she managed to pull the sweetest noises from him; soft gasps, needy moans. Not that she was fairing much better. But she craved to hear more out of him, testing how different touches and pressures on certain parts of his body drew the sounds louder from deep in his throat.

Her lips trailed down the strong line of his jaw, experiencing with gentle scrapes of her teeth along his skin. Trailing down the column of his throat and giving the tender flesh a trustingly harder bite—

‘Greetings A-dison!’ A-spen’s voice rang loudly in her mind. Being startled with her teeth against her lover’s neck, her jaw clamped unexpectedly and made Zed yelp. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting your evening!’

A-dison quickly pulled back. “Zed! Are you ok?! I am so sorry!” She apologized frantically, checking the spot on his neck for any punctures that might need attention. Sighing in relief at finding none too serious.

“I’m ok, don’t worry,” he assured her with a flushed smile, still affected by their extended make-out session. “What happened? Are you ok?”

“Uh, yeah! I’m alright!” She let out a nervous laugh but quickly decided she could not keep trying to hide it from him. With a heavy sigh, she opened her mouth to explain—

‘Ummm? Hello? A-dison? Are you conscious? Do I need to call the medics?’ A-spen once again interrupted.

‘I am fine, A-spen! No need to alert the medics. I was just, in the middle of something.’ She replied in the mind link.

‘Oh! Apologies! I will allow you to complete your task and return with my inquiry shortly!’ And with that, they were gone again.

“—dison? A-dy? Are you sure you’re ok?” Zed’s worried voice broke through her thoughts, hands gently gripping her shoulders.

“Yes! I’m fine! I-I’m sorry Zed,” she murmured, dropping her head in defeat. Unsure of what to do now. “I have not been completely honest with you this evening.”

Zed blinked in confusion. “What do you mean, Baby? Is something the matter?” His brows furrowed with concern.

“No no, there’s not anything wrong with me. It has more to do with…my nature.” She admitted. “I’m sure you have heard about our mind linking abilities?” Seeing him nod along, she went on. “They are doing maintenance on Mothership as we speak and all night I have been intercepting communications with the crew. Answering questions, giving my opinion, or advice,” she listed off with another sigh. “And just now, I had gotten surprised by A-spen popping in out of nowhere and ended up almost hurting you.” She said, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

When she opened her eyes again, he could see the frustration and sincere apology swimming in her stormy blue orbs. “I never meant to ignore you, or hurt you! I wanted our date to be special and all I did was mess it up…”

Zed lifted his hand to cradle her jaw cheek, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone affectionately. “You didn’t mess up anything, A-dy. Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life!”

“Really?” Her eyes sparkling with hope.

“Yeah, really.” He assured her, leaning back in for a soft kiss to her lips. “And if you wanna continue where we left off~,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “maybe you can just cut the connection for a little while? It can be just us for a bit.”

She wanted to mentally smack herself. Why hadn’t that option even crossed her mind?

Without a second thought, she zoned into the universe mind link with her people. ‘Greetings everyone. For the remainder of the evening, I will be unavailable via mind link. Please refer questions to A-spen, as my second in command, or I will be available to answer tomorrow morning. Thank you.’

Then she disconnected. Not waiting for a response. Not explaining herself further. Just disconnected.

There was a strange wave of relief that washed over her in that moment. Relief of the responsibilities. Relief in knowing no one would pop into her head without warning or consent. Relief of knowing she could relax for once.

And the adrenaline rushing through her veins from actually doing it!

Her wide, wild gaze snapped to Zed’s. He could practically feel the shift in her energy, his hands sliding back to their comfortable place at her hips giving them a light squeeze of encouragement.

“Now where were we?” She teased before diving back in for more of those delicious kisses.

[catta1ll]

hey felas!! real ones know im a sucker for worldbuilding, so here’s the entirety of my star lore! feel free to ask questions to help me expand the lore, and be warned. this is a VERY very long post. if you want, save it for later!

oh and along w some geno hcs sprawled about 😁👍

__What are Stars?__

Stars are celestial beings that have existed since the dawn of time, aiding in shaping the world that is now known today. Most notable for granting wishes, immense power or prophecy, they've certainly gotten their influence across worlds. They glitter in the nightsky, lighting up what used to be a simple void, and even come down to defend or create things of their own. Our most notable heroes so far have been Rosalina, Geno, Starlow, Twink and the Star Spirits.

Although "Stars" is a pretty general term for the celestials, there are different types in their own right. The most important being Wish Stars, Star Sprites and Lumas.

__Wish Stars__

Wish Stars are first born in.. well, Starborn Valley, starting off as Starkids. They're raised and protected by a Shaman and Nijins until they're old enough to be sent to Star Haven, where they'll begin to discover their destiny. Most are made into Wishmakers- the ones who approve which wishes come true at Star Road, and then send them down to Star Hill.

However, some wish to live a life of glory, and a bit more stoic than others. Those Stars are trained to be Star Warriors, a process that takes thousands of years. If you've heard Geno saying he's been training all his life, he's not lying.

__Star Warriors?__

Star Warriors protect the Wishmakers and, really, any Stars in need. Traditional Star Swords are welded by Star Sprites, given to graduates once their training is finished. Apprentinces that have potential are put through a final test, which if they pass, continue their training to be able to head down to the surface. They're trained by older Stars how to possess inanimate objects, make use of weapons that are more commonly used at the surface, and most importantly; common.

..Unfortunately for Geno, the Star Road shattered before he could get to the *speaking* part of his lessons. Luckily, his doll translates his Starspeak for him, so he has no trouble with that.

__Star Sprites__

Unlike Wish Stars, Star Sprites are a bit more rarer than the three. They're much more solid proofed and are usually able to head down to the surface on their own time without the danger of getting stuck; great for messaging systems.

They have a better control of their magic as well, able to seal others away (now a more frowned upon practice) for safety. Notable instances are Cobalt Star and Astreor.

The only difference was that Cobalt Star was a trained Star Warrior, though Astreor was almost out of Star Haven. The elder Star Sprites gained a slightly dislikable reputation because of these decisions, all we can hope is that the younger are able to repair it.

There’s even a subspecies of Star Sprites called Sparkle Sprites! They are much more conditioned to the surface, and even have their own spells. They linger around Theaters that are actually Star Temples in disguise, which makes it easier for one to repair.

__Lumas__

The most common of the three, they're a bit in the middle of being able to go to the surface on their own. Most have the mentality of a child, making it hard for them to be able to process dangerous situations. Usually a Star Warrior is sent to protect them if a Luma does decide to go waltz around.

A Luma getting older is a tedious process. Thousands of years have to go by for a Luma to rival at least a 15 year old's comprehension. Polari was the first Luma, and next to her in growing age is Lubba.

__Star Rockets and Launch Stars?__

Star Rockets and Launch Stars are.. um.. *dead* Stars, to say the least. I know, I know. Using a corpse as a way of transportation is preeettyy gross, but most are made from loose stardust, compacted with celestial energy to make a *boost* through the zero gravity of space, where it's easy to float around aimlessly. Thanks Uncle Chuck, your ashes will go to good use.

__Star Bunnies?__

Star Bunnies are basically the scraps of excessive celestial magic, bunched up together with a bit of light to make these cute little guys! Adorable.

Now that all the basic stuff is out of the way, let's get into the nitty gritty.

__Star Spirits__

The Star Spirits are a group of seven powerful stars, known for their excelling strength in their specific powers. Consisting of Eldstar, Mamar, Skolar, Muskular, Misstar, Klevar and Kalmar; the Star Spirits are led by Eldstar, who is, as predicted, the eldest and first Star Spirit.

Mamar is known for her motherly qualities, Skolar has knowledge of magic long gone, Misstar takes great indulgence in her culture, Klevar is the youngest of the seven and still in his training, and Kalmar acts as a bodyguard of sorts, though has great battle knowledge.

During the ascension of becoming a Star Spirit, there was an argument between the Stars on who would gain the title "Star Spirit of Strength"- Muskular or Geno. The Star Road shattered before they could come to a conclusion, and Geno gave the title to Muskular.

__Millennium Stars__

Millennium Stars are a subspecies of Wish Stars, though incredibly rare, only one being born every thousand years. They are engulfed in a pure white and are incredibly unstable until they can harden up a shell, though unfortunately they usually fade before then.

The birth of a Millennium Star, although short, brings a new age above the stars and down below. However, there is one Millennium Star that *did* survive the process, became a Star Warrior, and was sent down to the surface.

No one knows where they are now. Though.. there are some rumors they took up a spot as a gameshow host.

__Is there any way to undo a sealed Star?__

The spell for it is practically lost to time, even for the Stars. However, Skolar might be able to pick it out.. if you ask nicely.

__Ztar vs Dark Star__

Age old question: whats the difference?

Ztars are basically the opposite of Stars (usually Wish Stars), emitting a dark aura and magic compared to a Stars' celestial and light. Ztars are a bit of a mystery though, as they're only born on the surface.

Dark Stars are just Stars who got the bad end of the stick. Unfortunately seen as a bad omen since birth, most are sent down to Starborn Valley to get special treatment for their dark stain and for them to never be discovered. Though one seemed to slip the Shamans' watchful eye, travelling out to the Mushroom Kingdom to slumber under the castle instead.

Elder Star Sprites were sent down to make sure the Dark Star wouldn't cause a ruckus, and sealed it under the same castle it hid under. This one, of course, was Astreor.

Sometimes, Dark Stars are born alongside Millennium Stars, acting as a shadow of the pure light being. They're usually refered to as twins, though they don't really get much time together.

__Star Bits__

Star Bits are similar to Star Bunnies in a way; packed up Star magic to create a neat little snack! Star Bits are used as currency and food, and theres clear varieties for them both. Lucky for you, they're both edible!

Currency based Star Bits taste like Sour Patch Kids. While the food based ones taste like rock candy.

__Nonsentient Stars?__

Stars like Super Stars, Power Stars and.. really just any used as an item (ie Shine Sprites, Star Points, Star Coins, Star Block.. etc) are more like a physical wish. A wish for invincibilty, more strength or speed.. these little guys usually help for an extra boost in your adventure. If it doesn't jingle angrily when you grab it, then it's not sentient.

__A higher authority..__

In hierarchy terms, Rosalina rules over the entire cosmos; this includes Stars (obviously). In a way, Rosalina is their mother, and they're all related in a way. In second are the Star Spirits, Elder Star Sprites, Shamans and (sometimes) Star Warriors. Polari acts as a supervisor to the council, sending the agreed-upon news to Rosalina. If the situation becomes serious, Rosalina herself is asked to join the council, though the Elders are beginning to trust their own intuition more..

The Shamans are a gateway of what happens in the surface to the older Stars who can't go down without trouble.

__How come Geno is alone in his ranking?__

Geno has the role of protecting the Star Road and it's inhabitants. Obviously other Star Warriors take his role when he's busy in the surface, but Geno so far has the most experience in possession and weapon use.

Unless he had time beforehand to train a class down in the surface, any special missions he's sent on has to be done by himself.

__Getting stuck in the surface?__

Oh yeah, it can happen. It takes a lot of energy to go down to the surface *and* back up. Leaving possessed items on the surface helps with the process, so it doesn't feel like you're lugging 10 tons behind you.

However.. sometimes it excerts so much that Stars plummet back down to the surface, and never make it back up. This is most suceptible to Star Kids and it's very dangerous for one to head down during their stay in Star Haven. Unless aided by a blessing, most that go down *stay* down.

⭐️ TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH AND INJURY! PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING UNTIL YOU SEE THE STARS AGAIN.⭐️

__The shattering of Star Road was like a massacre.__

Those who were in the middle of Star Road during Exor’s crashing down were immediately pulverized. Geno was lucky to escape with his life. It was traumatic for all of Star Haven, sprays of stardust misted about. The Star Spirits, Lubba and Polari knew what happened that day. Geno can’t bare to talk about it.

__Stars don’t last forever.__

Yeah, sad thought, but it’s true. Either sucked dry of their celestial power, too weak to continue on, SHATTERED, or simply burning out like a dying flame. Luckily, the natural way takes millennia. There’s a higher chance of Stars dying on the surface than up in space, making more enforcement for only trained Stars to head down.

Star Warriors or Stars doing an important job in the surface are often held in ceremonies when they fade. Example A, a monument held for Cobalt Star in Star Haven.

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__Stars are incredibly hard to heal.__

Celestial beings that have the ability to open portals into literally other timelines or universes obviously do not do well when injured. It takes a lot of magic, patience and skill to heal up even just a cut on a Star. Please, treat your local astronomers with care.

__Usually, Stars can detect if another is nearby. (for now, context is on the surface)__

__You can actually pull a Star out of a possession with force.__

Though, you’d have to have the a power *equal* or, preferably, more powerful than the Star you’re trying to pull out. They’re literal celestials and can pack a punch, though know it is extremely painful to get pulled out forcefully. Dear villains, if you wanna make it happen, just snatch a Star to beat the Star. Easy.

__Star-Specific Places on the surface.__

Ahem.. Star Hill, Starborn Valley, Crystal Palace, Star Way, and.. Star Citadel?

Star Hill and Starborn Valley are both places where Stars (most commonly Wish Stars) are born. The Crystal Palace was once a place of prayer to the Stars, a temple kept clean and filled with precious jewels to please the celestials. That was.. until the religion was lost to time. Now, it's more of a vacation home for the Star Spirits.

..The Star Citadel is just a rumor. I mean, *REALLY*, if you believe in it so much, why don't you go look for it?

(credits to marhiin on deviantart!!)

⭐️TW: MENTIONS AND EXPLANATION OF RELIGION! PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING UNTIL YOU SEE THE STARS AGAIN.⭐️

__Star Worship__

As the most common form of religious practice in the Mushroom Kingdom, the Star Worship boasts the largest pantheon of any mythology in the world. The main focus of this religion lies on the seven star spirits, whom are prayed to, or rather wished upon.

They reside in Star Haven, where they decide whether the wish is selfish or not: If deemed not selfish, the Star Spirits will send the approved wish, alongside a graduated Wish Star from Starborn Valley, to Star Road. Here the two parts are merged into a Granted Wish, which is sent back to the Mushroom Kingdom and the wish is fulfilled.

Granted Wishes are powerful things, and even after they have fulfilled their wish, some power remains in the star shape. The power of used wishes can be used in various ways, but the most common way is personal invincibility or overall enhancements of one’s own power, or even for it to be used as fuel for machines. The power exerted by Stars can be troubling for some folks, and thus might behave differently in the presence of them (See Wiggler In SM64 – Make Wiggler Squirm).

To star worshippers, Star Hill is an extremely important place, as it is believed that wishes made there are bound to become true. In the past, this was also true for the Crystal Palace, but that shrine as since long fallen into disrepair.

They also believe that the highest honour the soul might achieve post-death is joining the stars in the heavens. However, only pure souls can arise to the heavens. Those weighed down by the sins committed during their life cannot ascend and are forces to roam the land as ghosts.

While priests exist throughout the land, the most notable religious faction of Star Worship is the monk like Shamans, who live in secluded societies where they connect with and read the stars. It is a great honor to become a Shaman, but once the decision has been taken, there is no stepping out of it. You are a Shaman for life.

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__As long as a Star has the proper training or age, they’re able to possess inanimate objects!__

So far, a doll, plush and robot model is the prime example of what Stars are capable of. But in reality, they could possess anything that isn’t.. well, alive. Most Star Warriors train to the day that they might need to possess something, but Geno has the most experience. A younger Starkid can’t possess things either, so it’s dangerous for one to fall to the surface.

The Shadow Stars surpass this rule, since they’re hybrids of dark energy and a Star.

__Siblings?__

All Stars are technically siblings. A Star can have "parents" and couples, but they often brush away their relations. Please don't look too deep into this. It gets dark fast.

It's common to greet a Star as a sibling, plus just as in mutural respect. They're used to it. You get used to it too. Have fun. Be gay. Do crimes.

__Stars aren’t meant to feel extreme emotions.__

Thus, why Geno finds the feeling of sickness, anxiety or excitement a bit strange. Also why extreme emotions hit him so hard once he unlocks them.

__It’s pretty normal for Stars- especially Star Warriors- to teach their offspring powerful magic spells that can maybe maybe not be used for the better, and training of legendary weapons.__

What do you mean you aren’t supposed to let a Shaman teach your kids discipline? You had the same tradition. Wielding weapons 50X your size, casting spells that can rip holes in reality, walking through literal portals to different dimensions and universes.. well, that’s all part of the Star Childhood Experience™️!

__The Star Flute__

The Star Flute is.. well, a flute made by the Stars to detect if there’s something with celestial magic or a magical stain nearby, by playing a specific tune and getting an echo back.

The flute only works on the surface, and can detect hidden stars as well. The flute is guarded at Starborn Valley and only used in a rescue mission of sorts.. though of course the chance of a villain trying to sniff out a Star could burst through and snatch it themselves.

__The Observatory automatically translates Starspeak into a visitor's native language!__

So technically, Mario would be hearing the Lumas talk in Italian, and Mephiles in a godly tongue. Though, for the conversation Geno had with Mecha, would it be English-Common or a series of beeps and boops? Hmm..

__Star Speak, Star.. Slang?__

Here’s some Star-Specific words for you!

⭐️TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH! PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING UNTIL YOU SEE THE STARS AGAIN.⭐️

- “I wish..” NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Stars have practically forbidden wishing for something. That right is reserved for the surface dwellers- and anyway, any wish made by a Star never gets granted. It’s usually by mistake one gets made.

(note, they use “hope” as an alternative!!)

- Faded, Shattered

Faded and shattered both have the same connotation: death. Faded is a more peaceful version of it, and shattered usually means they were murdered (commonly a Star Warrior).

- Brother, Sister, Sibling

In a way, all Stars are siblings, though they exclusively use the terms to show mutual respect or affection. Think of it as their way of saying “I see you.”.

__All of Smithy’s major weapons are.. Stars?!__

It’s true. Smithy himself ravaged through Starborn Valley and snatched poor Starkids one by one, most notably.. um.. well, Exor, Bowyer, Mack and Yaridovich. It’s almost disgraceful that the Stars didn’t report the names of the children gone missing..

They were all drained of their celestial magic, leaving no trace of a star as pupils- so nobody would know. In the search for a fuel source, Exor drained from Smithy’s dimension, becoming a gateway for it and in the process a Dark Star. Bowyer skittered around a current, giving him a lightning element. Mack was slammed directly next to the smelter, giving him a fire element.

..It’s unsure what element Yaridovich is. But one thing is clear; if you look closely in his eyes.. there’s a small twinkle deep inside the hollow metal. Yaridovich was the only one not fully drained.

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__Star Ascension__

How, you may ask, can a non-celestial mortal become.. celestial?

It’s usually done by a Star (specific species not required) and after recent death, basically returning the soul to their body as a new being, now engulfed in celestial energy. Ascension Stars are not considered true Stars.

for references, here’s some examples by mari on twitter, and star appearances by someone on deviantart (please tell me if you can find their user!!!)

[blazenfire223]

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My reverse AU Darlings Part 2: Zaraphim 🥰🥰

If you have any questions about them feel free to ask. I'd love to answer them :] Also his main hair and sunglasses are different now compared to when I originally drew this because I still had no idea what I was doing with his design.

[ID: A character sheet of my Reverse AU Crowley, Zaraphim. They are the angel from Heaven stationed on Earth in London. He has a half up style, gold sunglasses, freckles, a gold nose ring, gold earings, white and blue angel bites, and a gold cross necklace. He also has a tongue piercing and wears various amounts of rings and bracelets and colored nails. Her clothes consist of a grey turtleneck, a muted or olive green cardigan, tan trousers, and grey zipped boots. There are various doodles around the main full body; A profile of him with short hair and lipstick, a front facing head with their tongue sticking out to see their piercing, a close up of their eyes which are multicolored and change depending on Zaraphim's mental state, A potted plant with gems surrounding it, a chibi doodle of them with their wings out, they are black with stardust covering them and eyes all around them and fiery glowing hair, another chibi of them on their knees and crying gold tears that go up, another chibi of Zaraphim chilling, A close up of their hands that are covered in accessories but only one is important and that is a sapphire with pearls surrounding it, a close up of Zaraphim's ass that has a tattoo that says "Frostie" in white, that is Zaraphim's pet name for Ario, and a final chibi of him looking surprised because they picked up Ario's flaming sword. There is a big box with more information; Phillip Z. Zaraphim (P.Z.Z) During the war: Avoided most of it because they were painting stars while it was happening. He didn't take the idea of angels fighting amongst themselves seriously. She genuinely thought it was a joke she just didn't understand. It wasn't until later when another angel finally came to look for her, that she realized what had just occurred. They were put in as a recovery angel and helped to heal all the angels that were hurt during the war. Ex Star maker. Found Ario's sword and gave it to Adam and Eve. They were originally supposed to be given a weapon but they never took it because they thought nothing could hurt them. He works as a bartender at a nearby pub and is good friends with the owner. When they pass away Zaraphim promised to take the place. Her flat is an aesthetic piece of comfort covered in plants, art, and trinkets. It is more of a storage than a home but it makes her happy. Truly channels their inner office angel when dealing with their plants. They don't like slack offs and will make them suffer through a lecture/ 'talking to' or angry screaming (depending on the plant) if needed. Some of those rants will turn into terrible motivational speeches. He does give praise out but only to the most worthy of plants. Just generally talks to their plants, they know all about Ario. He collects crystals and gems and such. They know all about what they do but he doesn't use or buy them for those reasons. They just like pretty things. They met Madame Tracy at an occulty type store and they became friends. That's how they know Shadwell. She loves making art just as much as they love collecting it and they have dabbled in tons of different artistic mediums over the years. The Bentley is alive and her name is Daria. She is a troll and we love her. /End ID]

[reallyromealone]

Fortune Teller 7

Part 6 - current - part 8

X

The ambulance ride was stressful as (name) was in and out of consciousness and allowed him to relax slightly as he noticed them all wearing gloves, skin covered from potential touching as they checked him over and made sure he was alright.

He looked horrifying to say the least, catching himself in a reflection and the dried blood on his face and the bloodshot eyes.

No Wonder they were panicking.

The doctors assumed it was a seizure and his injuries from being tortured that caused these events, (name) not telling them it was because he was forced to see the future over and over again until he nearly died.

When he was brought to the hospital, they put him in a private room and hooked him up to the I.Vs and cleaned him up though the doctors were a little startled when (name) demanded they wear gloves or let him do it himself.

He also asked for gloves, the nurses giving him three sets of (latex/latex free) gloves to wear as a man with shorter black hair and serious grey eyes (I'm colorblind, so I see them as grey please correct me if I got it wrong) and a notebook.

The most notable was the police badge on his hip.

A detective.

"Hello, I'm Detective Tachibana" the man said eyeing (name) before sitting down "I'm here to take your statement and ask a few questions" the man said and (name) looked at him almost frightfully but could you blame him? He went through hell for months on months.

"They have a tracker in me" (name) managed to say before staring off into nothing, feeling the withdrawal affects of the drugs they pushed into him "they're gonna find me"

"Whose going to find you?"

(Name) just shook his head and began scratching his arm, he could feel it in his skin and wanted nothing more than it out of his skin "we need to get it out before they get me back"

Naito looked confused until (name) moved his medical gown slightly to reveal his chest and the tattoo "Bonten..." Naoto said almost horrified "I just want to go home...but they won't let me go home"

Naoto felt his heart ache slightly for this poor man, he looked so helpless but whenever Naoto tried to press on anything else he went silent and after a metal detector it was shown there was a mental device in his arm.

(Name) was a broken man, drugged and used to kill people.

He hated himself, he hated his power and be just wanted to turn into stardust and return to the stars like everyone did at some point.

But sadly he wasn't do lucky to be able to do such a thing as his fate was to be grounded on earth a while longer.

He was so happy when the doctors and nurses took the tracker out of his arm, but was told he wasn't allowed to move it for fear of ripping his stitches.

He was fine with that.

He wasn't being monitored anymore.

Naoto had three officers watching him at all times, two outside the door and one in the room and thought they didn't really talk to him much (name) was alright with that.

He enjoyed the company none the less.

He got to watch television, something he never thought he would miss so much as he watched a nature documentary facinated, the hospital put it on in fear that anything to intense could trigger a panic attack.

He learned a lot about narwhals and sundews.

Eating was hard, he had troubles trusting it as his food was always drugged he came to realize but after a nurse ate some first he began eating slowly and enjoying the meal quite a bit.

His doctors tested his blood, a cocktail of things were put in him and slowly worked him off getting better.

He barely realized it was a week as Naoto walked into the room "we have put together a safe house for you to reside in, since you are a special case we decided it would be best for you to stay with me"

(Name) nodded slightly as the black haired man handed him a bag with simple clothing and stepped out to let him change, the nurses taking out his IVs and helping him dress.

"Thank you very much..." (Name) mumbled to the nurses who looked at him fondly, having grown used to his company before helping him get into a wheelchair as he was quite frail from what he's been through.

The car ride was quiet, Naoto focusing on the road before suddenly speaking up "my sister might visit, she's really nice and her fiance is a good friend of mine" naoto said almost awkwardly and (name) just nodded, unsure what to say to him.

"So you don't have to be frightened of her"

His home was small, more function than aesthetic but (name) noted that it was quite secure, and Naoto had his spare room set up for (name) "it's not much but it should do" naoto said and (name) felt like crying at this, for the first time in a very long time...he felt slightly safe.

But he knew he wasn't even close to being out of his grasp.

"If...you need anything let me know"

"Do you have puzzles?"

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Hell broke loose when (name)s little red dot vanished off their phones, Mikey straight up throwing his device at a wall as he felt his dark impulses almost metaphorically seep through his pores.

Where was their little dove?

The men were obsessed with the pretty little seer, they were obsessed and absolutely enamored with him, now they had lost him.

They had their men check security cameras and even hack into police databases to hunt down their darling little seer.

They didn't realize when they began developing these... Feelings for him but rest assured that when they got him back,

They were never letting him go.

Lock him up in a pretty cage and keep him beside them forever and ever.

No longer they saw him as a tool but more of a pet or even in a twisted way a lover.

"Naoto Tachibana..." Mikey said softly, where had he heard that name?

Then it clicked.

The brother of Hina.

"What a small world..."

Don't worry little lamb, Mikey was bringing you home.

[jojossillywalk]

i give up here are stand pathology headcanons with diagrams

mfw people saying that sci fi-ing things sucks all the fun out of them but sci fi is fun for me

ANYWAYS heres my dirt, nothing too gnarly in the diagrams! If I don't clarify some stuff well enough, feel free to ask and I'll clarify as best I can!

Part 1: What Is A Stand?

mikitaka sorta kinda

I can explain.

SO

The base of what we know about Stands in canon, according to Vento Aureo, is that they are a retrovirus of extraterrestrial origin!

What's a retrovirus? A little bundle of proteins that float around trying to hijack the way that DNA replicates itself- basically, it replaces our instruction manual with its own. The meteor and the arrow, for one reason or another, allows these little Stand cells to live on it until they pierce something.

According to Vento Aureo, on getting pierced with the arrow: you either die (in a little nasty way), or get a Stand.

Interesting takeaways on the nature of Stands from Stardust Crusaders, courtesy of Mohammed Avdol:

If one person is pierced with an arrow, their descendants will be impacted, in the form of developing the Stand or the sickness. I don't have enough brain cells to try to bullshit an explanation for that one.

The illness: takes roughly 50 days to be fatal, starts on the back, grows on the body, symptoms will involve a fever that progresses to "other symptoms," followed by a coma and death.

There appears to be some kind of gestation period: Dio was shot with the arrow about 1-2 years before Jotaro and Holly develop the stands (jojo timeline help). Joseph developed Hermit Purple 1 year before Jotaro got Splat.

The "gestation period" can arguably be backed up by Koichi, who survived his own stand by virtue of Crazy Diamond- Echoes first emerges as an egg!

Harming the Stand will harm the user, and Stands can vary highly in range.

They are variable in nature- some can exist entirely independently, even continuing to live within items that the user made. DiU and Stone Ocean have very unique examples of the varying levels of a Stand's independence.

Leading to an interesting point: developing a Stand, as opposed to the illness, will not guarantee that you survive your Stand. Examples include Cheap Trick and Notorious BIG. That said, other Stands will allow you to retain consciousness after death, such as Atom Heart Father (for better or worse).

(Things that I pressed X to Doubt: Avdol comments that Stands revolve around "fighting spirit," but he has been heavily exposed to assassins, who both leave financial paper trails and have body counts. Furthermore, Dio and Enya, individuals going bananas with the arrow, were exclusively looking for recruits for battle. There is mayhaps a smidge of sampling bias.)

Interesting takeaways from the Greenland meteor include:

IN CONTRAST TO THE SICKNESS! The Arrow will kill you a lot faster. We don't have an exact timeframe for how long meteor exposure took, but it seems that at bare minimum, the mineral surveyors, "dying looking like tomato sauce," didn't have a "slow fever, coma, death" presentation.

This is extremely interesting when you take into account that when the first person to be exposed to the virus dies, the Stand illness that shoots down generationally will resolve itself (sometimes leaving a stand: no information on Holly, but Josuke retained Crazy Diamond).

So, someone who gets hit with the Arrow or exposed to the meteor will either gain a Stand or swiftly die- should they have descendants, it's likely that on the death of the Arrow hit, these descendants may develop a Stand (if they were ill to begin with). Either way, there is a decent chance of a Stand remaining.

Other interesting things: Stands can exist entirely independently of users: Anubis and Superfly are good examples.

Back to the question of what a Stand is: I believe that the Stand is not necessarily a virus that infects another extraterrestrial organism, but that it is itself an extraterrestrial that has the option of behaving like a virus.

What do I mean by option?

If there are any fungi and siphonophore fans here, raise hands!

My headcanon is that, in essence, a Stand is an alien that has multiple means of reproduction, and can behave in a manner similar to both fungi and siphonophores. AKA, viral and budding being the primary means.

Viral basically allows the Stand to develop via a host. You are independent strands of proteins that migrate to the optic nerve and swiftly become active in producing proteins to create the building blocks actual Stand- they "stand behind you" because they poke out of the central nervous system. The formation of the stand comes of a mixture of any sensory stimuli to the nervous system while forming, any forming memories (similar to the visuals of dreams), and the general structure of your CNS.

Pros: Saves time, development of sentience is optional, your host does all the work of looking for danger and fighting for your mutual survival.

Cons: you're a stupid space virus who's trying to Build A You out of popsicle sticks and glue so you might kill your host to death. Also, you might trip your host's immune system, causing the Stand sickness again, which kills your host to death.

Visual Symptoms There's VERY few ways to firmly differentiate Stand virus from anything else without biopsy, however! The optic nerve and occipital lobe are the first place to gain these little areas of Stand that are responsible for the ability to process a Stand visually. Unlike your auditory processing, the Stand migrates and is active here- there's no real need for it, as stands can be utilized fine without sight (you don't really need use of sensory organs to have/develop a Stand, those nerves are just where the virus happens to set up camp). A lot of viral cells park and conglomerate here to make "Stand." On SOME occasions, for no real reason that can be understood (seems to be coincidence), the cells will begin just. Creating these deep, deep blue pigment molecules (along with the proteins they're making)- most commonly, they can be found in the choroid coat (it's a red jacket for ur eye that feeds it) and the sclera. Pigment producing viral cells have also presented in the tunica externa of the facial artery (literally just the outer coating of the artery), and the optic artery. By and large, this doesn't really produce any symptoms outside of production of that pigment, but if you were to look at the central nervous system of some people with Stands, you might actually see patches of dark blue where that pigment molecule started being produced.

This in that altered shade of sclera seen in people like Risotto, as well Avdol and Geil's facial markings- initially, it's almost like a prominence or very specific bruising, but the actuality is that the outermost layer of their arteries have deep blue pigment!

Being born with Stand means that you do in fact have more time to start a Stand from scratch, and it takes a little bit for the viral cells to wake up to the fact that you're in the world now. Additionally, they have grown alongside you and your blastula!

Getting stabbed with one or directly exposed via meteor means that you just get an influx of cells all at once, which immediately POG at you, who are so rich in nutrients, and your Stand gets built in overtime! If you don't have Crazy Diamond nearby, this is really bad. Slow and steady building Stands are kinder and gentler on people.

Anyways, budding!

Budding is where a) no option for a host exists and b) enough food. As opposed to spitting out free floating protein, the Stand proteins link up and begin to produce specialized colonies. They can look like whatever they damn well please, but often form sensory organs first in the interest of blending in with whatever they will be Hash Tag Coexisting with. After "mapping" out their form using buds that make this weird cartilaginous blueprint, they Build Dude. T End result is obligated to be sentient! There's no real difference between a bud Stand who mimicked a human person and a human person: for my John Carpenter's Thing fans, imagine that the Thing was like. Forced to not plagiarize, do its own work instead of assimilating, and just eat enough to formulate its own guy cells from scratch. Mikitaka is an example- very little functional difference between the end result of virus or budding, except that he and his Stand are basically one and the same. Took him a while to grow, but y'know. He lives in Morioh. He's a normal high schooler, just sprouted a little differently. Pros: You exist in space, you can do whatever you want. Get a job, carry ice cream in your pockets, the world is your damn oyster. The Stand virus also can't do anything to you. Additionally, you can pretty much digest anything. Cons: Takes a really long time, takes a lot of energy, hence the ability to basically digest anything. The construction of a full working nervous system from scratch takes for fucking ever.

Abilities

The variation in their abilities is a mixture of their intake of stimuli (as they are parked in the nervous system) and literally anything that a human brain can conceive as a thing that makes us go "WHOA!" They're intended to be defensive measures, but as mentioned, they are stupid virus aliens, so they sort of just throw things at the wall and some of it sticks.

Some people can go their entire lives without knowing that they have stands, because the abilities are just weird and specific. Tonio only unlocked his after extensive journeys as a chef. What do you want from the guy. Some Stands don't even start building for some reason, so they just chill out in there.

ANYWAYS! tldr, Stands are a siphonophore-virus-aliens like John Carpenter's Thing that are trying to live, just like you and me :)

Why can some of them stop time?

its jojo leave me alone passage of time is stimuli i guess the alien cell didnt like it. why can no one but stand users see them?? genuinely no clue.

[hiddens-studio]

Take A Breather

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Got some more Event Horizon for y'all.

This scene takes place a good bit into the story, after the first encounter with the main villain (we'll talk about him later.)

They ended up having to flee and seek shelter, as they weren't strong enough to defeat the villain. Especially since Dimentio didn't help at all during the fight as he was busy... Being frozen with fear.

You know it's bad when Dimentio is afraid.

The rains of this location (called the stardust forest) are acidic, so Dim made a shield to keep them all safe while they rested and healed from the fight.

Mario and Luigi have a heart to heart, wondering if they'll ever get to go home. Dim however was rendered avoidant and completely silent.

He does eventually talk, he just... Needed a moment to think.

Anyway, I hope you like this piece! If you have any questions about the story or me, feel free to send asks! Thanks for reading!

[iceicewifey]

STARDUST CRUSADERS ORIGINAL CHARACTER ASK MEME

i’m sure something like this already exists, but i couldn’t help making a silly little ask meme.  free to be answered either in character or just described – all totally just for fun !

AGENTS OF DIO OC VERS.    ||    CRUSADERS OC VERS.

1.)  Introduce your OC!  Who are they and what do they do?  What is their stand and ability? 2.)  How did your OC encounter and begin working for DIO?  What role do they play? 3.)  Was your OC ever fleshbudded?  If so, was it ever removed? 4.)  Does DIO trust your OC?  How serious is your OC about serving him?  (i.e. are they more lax like Hol Horse was, or is it more of a blind devotion like Vanilla Ice?) 5.)  Does your OC have a significant fight (or multiple) against the Crusaders?  Do they team up with any other agents or is it a solo thing?  Alternatively, if your OC isn’t a fighter, do they have any significant role to make up for it? 6.)  Has your OC ever been inside the mansion?  If so, what did they think of it? 7.)  Does your OC have any meaningful relationships with any other agents or even DIO himself?  Either romantic or close friendships? 8.)  Does your OC survive the part?  If so, what do they do afterwards?  Do they reappear at all?  If they don’t survive, where and how does their story end? 9.)  Did DIO give them any certain incentives to work for him?  If so, what was your OC promised, if anything?  (i.e. how Rubber Soul was promised '100 million dollars') 10.)  Would your OC ever consider changing sides to join the Joestar Party?

not as many questions in this version, sorry about that... feel free to tweak any questions as needed.  remember to practice good reblog karma and send an ask to the person you reblog from — be good to each other !

[justimagineok]

fading stardust series ✨️|| best bad friends 👨‍🎓👩‍🎓 (how it was)

Recommended song: Hold On by Justin Bieber

A/N: this happens while the two are still friends as teenagers in Jungkook's hometown. Also when it's a post about it I'll always use 👨‍🎓👩‍🎓 - feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime :)

"Take my hand and hold on

Tell me everything that you need to say

'Cause I know how it feels to be someone

Feels to be someone who loses their way"

The classroom was silent, save for the sound of your pen scratching across the paper as you worked through the test. For all you knew, that proof could very well have been formulated by Elon Musk and revised by Einstein. How could someone put 8-line questions on a test? It wasn't fair, but you were determined to do your best, just as you always did. As you were finishing, you took a quick look at Jungkook, who was sitting in the next seat, and you almost laughed out loud. His eyebrows were arched, and he looked almost…angry? Frustrated? Jungkook always complained to you about teachers making tests almost impossible and pressuring students to get the maximum grade. He didn't even remember the first line of the question, how could he explain why the statement was wrong? It was fucking unfair.

Contrary to what you thought of him when you first met him, Jungkook wasn't a bad student. He just wasn't afraid to point out where the school system could improve and to do it when his heart told him to, even if it was in mid-test, like he was about to do.

"Excuse me", he raised his hand, drawing the teacher's attention to him. "I have a question about this problem."

You put your hand on your face, already predicting the shit he was about to say and Jungkook pretended not to notice, but he saw it and held back a laugh. The woman looked at him, clearly ready to provide clarification. "Yes, Jeon, what's your question?"

Jungkook cleared his throat and gave you a quick glance. "Well, in question number five, part C, there's an algebraic question that I'm sure even Elon Musk in all his glory couldn't solve..", he ignored the low chuckles of the other classmates, continuing on his mission in search of answers and perhaps justice. "Now, while I'm all for challenging our brains and stuff, my calculator doesn't have all the necessary buttons to solve this question. I don't think all the buttons in the world could help us."

A ripple of laughter spread through the classroom, and you couldn't help but cover your mouth to hide your amusement. Jungkook had the amazing ability to turn even the most serious situations into light-hearted ones.

The teacher chuckled before responding, "Jungkook, while I appreciate your calculator's dramatic inclinations, let's work through the problem together using simpler methods."

Jungkook grinned, his playful spirit shining through. "Of course, except there's nothing basic in this test…", he finished the sentence almost in a whisper, but you could hear it just fine.

"D."

When the teacher returned the graded tests, your heart sank as you saw a large red "D" circled at the top of your paper. You couldn't believe it. A bad grade? This was bad. The teacher's stern expression didn't help either as she called you up to her desk after class. "YN, I'm disappointed in you," the woman said, her voice cold and disapproving. "You've always been one of my best students, but this grade is unacceptable. You're supposed to set an example for the class, and yet you've shown that you're capable of making careless mistakes."

You felt your face flush with shame. You wanted to explain that this was just a one-time slip-up, that it didn't define your abilities, but her words had already cut deep. As you walked back to your seat, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being labeled a "bad person" because of one test.

Later, in the afternoon, you sat under your favorite tree in the school courtyard. The warm breeze rustled the leaves as you buried your face in your hands, still reeling from the encounter with your teacher. Not getting the best result, not feeling enough left you with a tight stomach, as if anxiety were trying to take over you. It was a horrible feeling.

"Hey," a voice interrupted your thoughts, and you looked up to find Jungkook standing there, a concerned expression on his face.

"Hey there," you replied.

Jungkook sighed, his brows slightly furrowed as he stared at the grassy ground. "You know… If you're a bad person, then so am I," he mumbled, kicking one of the leaves and then sitting down.

You turned your head, casting a puzzled glance at him. "What? Why?" you asked, genuinely curious about his sudden remark.

Jungkook finally looked up, his gaze meeting yours with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Because I'm your friend," he said, his voice holding a touch of playfulness.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you shook your head. "That doesn't make any sense, Kook."

He shrugged, a boyish grin forming on his face. "Just think about it. We've been through a lot together, right?"

You nodded. "Yeah, we definitely have."

Jungkook leaned back against the tree, his hands supporting him on the grass. "Well, if being friends with you means putting up with all your crazy ideas, getting into trouble together, and sometimes making questionable decisions," he began, a playful glint in his eyes, "so if they say that getting a bad grade makes you a bad person then I guess I'm a bad person too."

You laughed hard. "Oh, come on, Kook, you have nothing to do with what they say about me."

He chuckled in response. "That's exactly my point. We balance each other out, don't we? And besides, if being good means doing everything that everyone tells me to do, even if I never agree with them, then who needs good? I'd rather die than live without passion, you know?"

You smiled warmly, surprised by his sudden philosophical thoughts. "I can't argue with that logic. So… bad friends united?"

Jungkook extended his pinky finger toward you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Bad friends united," he affirmed.

You hooked your pinky finger around his with a playful grin, sealing your pact. As you both sat there, side by side, pinkies intertwined and laughter in the air, you knew you were going to be friends with him for a long time. You'd be each other's constant source of support and laughter. Each other's best bad friends.

pt 2

[leftsidebonfire]

✨️ Pinned Post! ✨️

Hello and welcome to Leftsidebonfire, where we always Go Left! 👈🔥

You can feel free to call me Katie or Elfie! I'm 25, Female, She/Her.

☠️🏴‍☠️ Follow my OC Blog!! @talesfromtherollingmountain

In this little blog, you can expect to find my silly little rambles about a whole array of things, including (but not limited to!):

One Piece, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Dungeons and Dragons, The Witcher, Assassins Creed, and more!

I also have OCs! You are always welcome to talk to me about them at any time! If you'd like to ask questions or start an RP, hit me up!! Also, if any of them inspire you and you wish to draw some art of them, you have my full permission! My OCs are almost always my DnD characters that I have pushed into a corresponding Fandom, but I like to consider them in a multiverse, so dont let that stop you! You can find all my OC ramblings in the tag #OC Tag or the corresponding Character's name!

((Working on a Carrd for all my character bios. That will go here once I get it all figured out!))

OC List:

Dungeons and Dragons:

🎲 Ziona (Bard) Jocasta (Rogue) Eleni Santiana (Sorcerer) Unaek Seveer (Druid) Phaedra (Monk) Amaryllis (Monk) Vassia (Cleric) Juniper (Ranger) Alci (Dreamwalker)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure:

🍷 Phantom Blood: Amaryllis, Vassia, Caroline, Kallias

🌠 Battle Tendency: Jocasta

🏜 Stardust Crusaders: Avidia Zeppeli, B.G. May, Jocasta

💎 Diamond is Unbreakable: Joanna "Jett", Slash, B.G. May, Jocasta

🐞 Golden Wind: Tagliata Scottato

One Piece

🏴‍☠️ Straw Hat Grand Fleet: Unaek Seveer, Jocasta Erotas, Captain Eleni Santiana

🎩 Revolutionary Army: Ruth, Trygve Seveer, Rose Thorn-Seveer

🎶 Rumbar Pirates: Rhapsody

💗 Heart Pirates: Vidra

🤡 Buggy Pirates: Lyra

The Witcher

🐺 Ziona

Stranger Things

🚲 Virgina Campbell

…And more to come! (Probably)

⚜️Ive Got Fankids!⚜️

Feel free to ask about any of them! Same as the OCs, always open to chat or RP!!!

🏴‍☠️ One Piece

Delphinium (Delphi) Prince (Unaek x Sanji)

Liatris Prince (Unaek x Sanji)

Monkey D. Ace (Unaek x Luffy)

Monkey D. Rosie (Unaek x Luffy)

Mary Erotas (Jocasta x Usopp)

Roronoa Enma (Eleni x Zoro)

Trafalgar D. Cora (Eleni x Law)

Sometimes I draw! You can find all my doodles under the tag #My Art

Sometimes I write fics! Below the readmore is a link to each and a small description! You can find all of them under the tag #My Writing

Tea For Thugs (Series)

A young Victorian woman known as Amaryllis helps out an injured stranger on the streets of London one night, unknowingly forming a bond with the leader of the most feared gangs in all of London, Robert E. O. Speedwagon.

Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/654643196772614144/tea-for-thugs?source=share

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/657618178635186176/tea-for-thugs?source=share

Breathe Me

Joseph Joestar is strong in many ways, except for the moments when his resolve fails, and he admits that even he needs a little bit of comfort when it feels like the world is caving in. Jocasta offers Joseph some relief from his Hamon Training Mask.

https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/666305720205082624/breathe-me-be-my-friend-hold-me-wrap-me-up?source=share

At Our Place, We Do Four

The French are known to kiss cheeks as a greeting, and as someone with the world's biggest crush on a sweet, flirty Frenchman, I can't say I'm one to complain (Self ship with Polnareff)

https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/661530354451202048/at-my-place-we-do-four-katpol?source=share

Hey Jealousy

"Keep an eye on Polnareff" is a difficult task when you won't admit that you're jealous. In which I follow Polnareff around the streets while he agonizingly flirts with Nena.(Self ship with Polnareff)

https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/669689689403441152/hey-jealousy-the-past-is-gone-but-something?source=share

Wouldn't Hurt a Fly

Sometimes, even the sweet ones reach their breaking point. Unaek, forced to watch her beloved Sanji being hurt to protect her, takes matters into her own hands when she unlocks a new level of her Devil Fruit she had never expected before.

https://www.tumblr.com/leftsidebonfire/686780496766812160/title-summary-what-happens-when-the-worlds?source=share

....and more to come! (Probably)