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Hey, feel free to ignore this one if you want! Its a little specific. In short, its kind of a platonic Startdust Crusaders x reader type thing?

Jotaros younger sister is a powerful stand user who is part of the Stardust Crusaders, and bonds quickly with the others.

She is serious but sweet, intelligent but anxious, and exremely perceptive.

You can decide who would fit better for this : Kakyoin or Polnereff. But one night, shes telling him about her thoughts regarding her brother. How shes worried about how much he pushes and isolates himself. How she wants to be there for him and help him. How she knows he deeply cares for her and their mother, but wants him to feel comfortable enough to talk to her when he needs to, and honestly just secretly wants a closer relationship, but has no idea how to go about it. She knows if she tries to bring it up shes either gonna chicken out, or he would just dismiss or dodge the subject. Kak/Pol kind of gives her his thoughtss, a little bit of guidence, a few gentle words to try and help. And Jotaro overhears every word......

Again, no pressure to accept this one! Have a good weekend (also, did you hear the anime for JJBA Part 7 was oficialy announced today???)!

PART 7 I KNOW I KNOWWW AUGHHHH IM SK EXCITEDD!

ALSO! GOOD NEWS! I know I told y’all I’d be grounded, but I paid my own phone bill in its entirety rather than splitting it like I usually do this month, so my mom agreed to let me keep my phone despite everything. I’ll be back on a semi-regular uploading schedule!!!

This was a super cute request!! As an oldest sister of 5, I feel this, lol. Maybe I projected a little bit. Oops!

I picked Kak, because he’s more emotionally mature and intelligent than polnareff. I love the way that the fandom has accepted that Jotaro actually has deeper emotions ugh. I’m such a sucker for guys who feel.

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(PLATONIC) Kakyoin (and Jotaro) x Jotaro’s sister!Reader

You sighed, plopping yourself down on the balcony outside of your hotel room. You let your weary muscles slack and sink into the plush-lined chair, taking in the smell and atmosphere of the night breeze.

You’d had a hard day that day, dealing with not one— but two stand attacks in the span of less than twelve hours. You and the rest of the team were beat. Finally, after hours of fighting tooth and nail to stay on the journey to save your mother, the battle was over. The Crusaders had checked into a hotel and decided it would be best to room you with your brother and Kakyoin, because they figured that that arrangement would mean the least amount of chaos for you.

It was late that night. Everyone in the other room was asleep already, and you were all in your pajamas and ready for sleep by that point.

But instead, basking in the moonlight on the balcony, you replayed that day’s events, recounting in your mind how your brother, the stoic and tough Jotaro, had flipped out on you and raised his voice at you when you unintentionally alerted one of the stand users to where you were. A frown pulled at the corners of your lips.

Lost in thought, you didn’t hear the sliding glass door open, or Kakyoin’s footsteps as he approached where you were sitting.

“Hey, Y/N.” He began. Upon seeing you pensive and lost in thought, though, concern seeped into his mind. “It’s unusual for you to be all by yourself like this. Is everything alright?”

You snapped back into reality, looking up at your magenta-haired friend. “Yeah, Kakyoin, sorry. I’m just— a little bugged.”

“Oh,” He replied. Although he was more emotionally intelligent than the rest of the group, he didn’t have any friends growing up, so he was hesitant and unsure when it came to providing emotional support. But he figured there was no better time to figure that out than right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He questioned. “Or would you rather me go back inside and leave you to think?”

“No, no. I need to get this out, I think. Jotaro’s frustrating me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother and all, but I just feel like he’s….. emotionally constipated. Does that make sense?”

Kakyoin chuckled a little, seating himself in the chair across from you. “Yeah, I see what you mean. What bothers you about that?” He asked.

You sighed, crossing your legs and resting your elbow on the arm of the chair, laying your head in your hand. “I’m worried about him. When he’s frustrated, or scared, or sad, or anything, he either lashes out verbally or completely shuts his emotions down. He isolates himself, and I just wish he’d be more open. I feel like he doesn’t trust me or something, even though I know that’s not the case. I don’t understand why he won’t talk to me.” You lamented, rambling a bit.

There was a pause, and Kakyoin thought for a second.

Then, “I think he’s just nervous.”

You tilted your head, lifting it out of your hand and laying your arm down flat, you sat straight up. “Huh?”

Kakyoin continued. “He’s your older brother. He’s the ‘tough guy’ of the group— the ‘tough guy’ of your family. Especially with your father out on trips all the time. He probably doesn’t want to let that down, you know what I mean?”

You squinted your eyes a bit, pondering on his words. “Go on….”

“He has to be the ‘man of the house’ with your dad on tour. He probably just wants to seem like he has everything under control. Like nothing can phase him. To ‘protect’ you and your mom, in a sense. He wants you two to think he has weaknesses, because that’d make you two worry about him. But he doesn’t think you and your mom should worry, he feels like all the worrying should be on him. It’s a complex a lot of older siblings have.” He explained.

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, thinking to yourselves together.

“Wow. Now that you mention that, it makes a lot of sense. I never thought our dad’s frequent absences really affected him, but I never considered that.” You said.

Kakyoin looked at you, his gaze softening. “Jotaro cares a lot about you, and a lot about your mom. He’d do anything to keep you two safe— I’ve seen it myself. I’m sure you know this already, but he loves you and your mom more than anything. You’re his family. No ‘tough guy’ persona could hide that.”

You turned your head away, looking down at the street below, thinking again. “So what do I do?”

Kakyoin looked at you, a puzzled expression on his face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, how do I get him to be more open? To feel comfortable talking, to know that it’s okay to feel those things?”

“You tell him.” He said, shrugging. “There’s not really any other way to let him know. You just have to find the right moment.”

You hummed in agreement. “I just wish I didn’t have to, you know? I wish he just, like, knew. That it’s okay to have feelings and emotions other than anger and nonchalance.”

Kakyoin laughed again, a gentle sound. “Yeah. He seems to have a lot of stuff bottled up. He told me about some of it earlier, after the second attack.” He lowered his voice, his eyes shifting, his tone changing to something more sympathetic. “Don’t tell him I told you this, but he was really worried about you earlier. He felt bad about yelling at you. He just wants to keep you safe. He feels like you and his mom are all he really has, and he panics when you’re in danger. He just doesn’t know how to express that aside from getting upset.”

Upon hearing that, you felt bad. You had been angry at Jotaro for being mad at you, but he really just wanted to show you he cared. You let out a groan. “Uugghh, Kakyoin, I feel so stupid now. It’s so obvious when you explain it like that.”

“I mean, it’s not obvious to you. I think I’m just picking up on it because I’m an outsider in the situation. You live with him, so you assume he’s just doing what he does and being a jerk. It makes sense that you wouldn’t see it.”

Suddenly, you froze in absolute terror. Your eyes went wide, and they slowly turned to Kakyoin.

Worried, the magenta-haired boy turned around, assuming something was behind him.

There stood Jotaro. Kakyoin had left the sliding glass door open, and Jotaro had heard everything. Everything.

He grumbled, stepping out onto the balcony, pulling his hat over his face. Kakyoin excused himself, walking past Jotaro and going back inside to allow you and your brother to have your fun sibling bonding moment together.

Jotaro didn’t sit, rather opting to walk over and stand next to the chair Kakyoin had occupied.

“I’m sorry about blowing up at you earlier.” He said, his voice gruff from exhaustion. He sucked in a big breath, and then exhaled. He stood for a second, as if getting the words out was physically taxing on him.

“It freaks me out when you get hurt. It’s—“ he sighed again, not used to talking about his feelings. Not knowing what to say.

“It’s scary.” He finally admitted. “We’re on this journey so we don’t lose mom.”

A pause.

“The possibility that I could lose you in the process is scary.”

That thought hadn’t occurred to you yet. I mean, how could you have? You didn’t have to worry about losing Jotaro, since he was so independent and powerful and all. You didn’t think about how he could have to worry about losing the both of you on this journey.

“Kakyoin was right.” He continued. “And you were right. To be upset at me for yelling. I’m sorry.”

You were still looking at him, surprised at what he was saying.

Too tired to say anything smart, you simply stood up and walked over to him. You opened your arms and wrapped them around him.

“It’s okay, Jotaro. Thanks for the apology.” Letting go of him, you scratched the side of your head nervously, looking away a little bit. “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m your sister. I’m here for you just as much as you’re here for me, y’know. You don’t have to hide how you feel just so you look strong.”

He contemplated for a second. “Yeah. I’ll work on that. Thanks, Y/N.”

Though it wasn’t much, this was a big step for him, and you knew that. He didn’t have much to say, but he’d find the words when he needed them. And he’d find you when he needed to let them out.

“And I’ll work on not getting myself into trouble so often.” You said. “I’m sorry for worrying you so much, I know things have been tough for you because you’ve been worried about mom, but also me, too. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

He cracked a small smile, letting out a low chuckle and putting his big hand on your head, ruffling your hair. “Yeah, you really need to get better at that. I have no idea how I’m related to someone so accident-prone. You probably got it from the old man.”

You groaned sarcastically. “I’m not nearly as bad as grandpa. He’s been in, like, 3 plane crashes already. There’s no way you’re telling me I’m as bad as him.”

He rolled his eyes, still smiling subtly. “Sure. Whatever you say, Y/N.” He said, turning to go back inside. “You should get some sleep. We’re leaving early tomorrow.”

“Uh oh, moment’s over. Bossy Jotaro is back.” You said, poking fun at his change of attitude.

“Good grief.” He mumbled, a small upturn at the corner of his mouth.

And with that, Jotaro walked inside and shut the door behind him. The relief of letting his feelings out muddled with the exhaustion in his bones made him crawl straight into bed. Even though he was tired, there was a smile still on his face. Even if it was difficult for him, he was glad he got to let things hang out in the open. He decided he’d be more open with his family more often, and he was glad to know that he had support, too.

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[andmaybegayer]

Hmm. I think I'm done with Kakoune. The things I like about it are mostly things Neovim already does well, and the things I don't like about it are things that are better in Neovim. It has a few bright spots I'm going to miss but they're not that important.

I like the tighter integration with language servers and smarter scripting language options. Neovim now does both of these and has for a while.

I don't like the slavish dedication to the selection approach that renders certain tasks obnoxiously complicated such as find/replace. I already know how to rattle off a regex at lightning speed, I don't need to learn another method that is weaker and involves fighting with selections. I use sed outside of my editor too so it makes sense to combine the skill.

I also prefer vim's built in tabs and splits for some tasks but that's not that important. Kak can kind of do that in Daemon mode so that's my fault.

Some of this is probably because our work server doesn't have a new enough set of build utils and libraries to run Kakoune so I can't run it at work without maintaining a whole pain in the ass personal build chain, I have to keep switching between Kakoune at home and Neovim at work so it's too much friction. I didn't really have any problems with Neovim I just wanted to check it out on a friend's recommendation.

I will miss the more intelligent command grammar. Subject/Verb is a lot more sensible than Verb/Subject but it's not worth it given how heavily I rely on vim's quick text manipulation features.

I will probably rewrite my neovim config from scratch to modernise it, it's old, partially inherited from my even older vim config, and it predates LSP so it needs to be updated anyway.

[treacherousca]

Amnée berkali-kali mengerjapkan mata saking ngantuknya di kelas Literature History. Profesornya ngejelasin pakai metode cerita yang sialnya itu bikin Née ngerasa didongengin sama kakek di rumah.

Dari catatan yang rapih sampai jadi nggak karuan. Dari tablet yang awalnya dipakai penuh buat nulis, malah ada split screen dia buka game for girls di internet. Née benar-benar kehilangan fokus buat stay on di kelas ini.

Oki juga belum balas chat dia dari beberapa jam yang lalu. Kayaknya emang lagi fokus konsolidasi banget itu orang. Soalnya memang, Oki tuh tipe manusia yang kalau belajar nggak bisa diganggu. Konsentrasi dia nggak boleh kepecah. Beda sama Née yang konsentrasinya bisa multitasking kesana-kemari.

"Kamu lagi apa?" Gumam Née tidak bersuara sambil memandang ruang obrolannya dengan Oki. Kangen. Mungkin itu kata yang paling tepat menggambarkan perasaan Née kepada Oki kali ini.

Satu notifikasi masuk. Atas nama Oki Pinoki.

Disusul bubble chat di bawahnya yang bilang "demi Allah bro, ini minuman apa aku gak kenal. Asli, kagak enak."

Née pengen ketawa sambil melihat layar ponselnya, tapi ia sadar masih di kelas. Untung duduknya agak di pojok, jadi nggak terlalu kentara. Ia selalu suka dengan Oki yang kurang lebih sama random dengannya.

Cepat-cepat ia balas, "susu kedelai?"

Oh, iya. Soal nama Oki Pinoki di ponsel Née itu ada sejarahnya. Nama lengkap Oki bukan itu, melainkan Oki Chandra Suwiryo. Semua itu berawal dari candaan yang dilempar Oki saat mau nembak Née. Buanyak banget ngelesnya.

Waktu itu Oki gugup setengah mampus. Ia bingung mau nembak Née kayak gimana, yang keluar dari mulut dia tiap kali pengen nyatain perasaan berujung jadi candaan doang. Jangankan Née, dia sendiri juga kesel.

"Née, kamu percaya nggak kalau saya bisa sulap?"

"Nggak."

"Sama. Saya juga."

Awkward dan jayus banget deh. Sumpah.

"Née, saya pengen ngasih tau kamu sesuatu."

"Apa itu?"

"Aslinya saya itu ...."

"Spiderman?"

"Salah. Batman saya mah."

Nah, abis itu digaplok sama Née bahunya. Bikin kesel banget. "Apaan sih, Kak? Garing banget becandaan lo."

"Elo-elo," Oki meledek Née yang kaku dan wagu kalau memakai sebutan gue-elo gue-elo saat mengobrol. "Kurang cocok," katanya.

"Kamu mau pacaran sama saya nggak, Née?"

Tiba-tiba lancar.

"HAH?" Née terkejut bukan main.

Oki langsung mengangkat kedua tangannya di atas dan berpura-pura menyerahkan diri. "Sumpah bukan saya pelakunya, bu."

"HAH?" Née masih terkejut dengan kelakuan Oki yang random parah. "Kamu bohong, ya?"

Oki langsung geleng-geleng. "Engga. Suer saya nggak bohong. Saya pengen jadi pacar kamu. Kamunya gimana?"

"Kalau bohong nama kamu jadi Oki Pinoki. Hidungnya jadi panjang."

"Kan saya udah mancung, atuh ...." Ucap Oki yang memang benar, kok. Hidungnya mancung banget kalau dibandingkan sama beberapa cowok-cowok lain.

"Kalau mau memangnya saya dapat apa?"

"Dapat ketoprak."

"Kenapa ketoprak?"

"Emang gamau ketoprak?"

"Ya ... Mau sih." Née garuh-garuk kepala kepikiran ketoprak yang enak banget itu. Ditambah cabai 2 atau 3 biji, tambahin emping, dan minta banyakin sayur. Sedapnya ....

"Ya, ayo ketoprak." Oki langsung menggiring Née dengan merangkul bahunya untuk berjalan menuju ketoprak samping kampus. "Becanda, Née. Selain dapat ketoprak, kamu juga dapat pacar."

Née yang dirangkul cuma bisa senyum-senyum salting dan jadi males liat muka Oki. Dia cuma bisa jalan kayak robot yang hampir kehabisan baterai, nggak jelas. "Berarti kamu harus traktir saya ketoprak terus, ya. Syaratnya jadi pacar ya itu."

"Siap."

Nah, 2 bulan setelahnya tuh ada Oki kelupaan beli ketoprak buat Née. Sekali. Itu juga gara-gara kader muda humas yang gagal naikin proposal ke dekanat, jadilah Oki harus turun tangan. Hujan-hujanan. Sudahlah kebasahan, kena ambek pacar pula. "Sialan ini maba."

Jadilah nama Oki Pinoki melekat keras di ponsel Née mulai hari itu. Tapi Oki tetap penuhin janjinya, kok. Besokan harinya dia tetap beliin Née ketoprak, ya walaupun beda hari. Biasanya Née ditraktir ketoprak tuh Rabu.

Muncul lagi notifikasi dari Oki. "Bukan. Air cucian beras kayaknya itu." Dari chat tersebut Née bisa membayangkan Oki yang ngomong sambil ketawa-ketawa.

"Pap lagi dong, gantenggg."

"Akulah si ganteng dari Rancamaya itu." Tambahnya dalam 1 bubble chat yang menyusul kemudian.

"Lucu banget. Pacar siapa sih kamu?"

"Pevita Pearce 😁."

"Aja-aja ada."

"Ada-ada aja, yeee bolot."

Begitulah kurang lebih percakapan dua manusia nggak jelas yang kebetulan disatukan dalam tali cinta. Kalau nggak random banget, ya bucin banget.

Kadang Née juga suka nggak sadar dia sama Oki tuh sudah hampir setahun pacarannya, dari dia masih maba. Inget banget lagi waktu Oki nanyain dia semester berapa pertama kali.

"Saya maba."

"Mahasiswa baheula kitu?"

Oki pada saat itu nggak tahu kalau Née ini mahasiswa baru. Semester 1 dan baru banget kelar menjalani ospek. Wajarlah, mereka kan nggak seprodi. Awal mula ketemu juga bukan di kampus, tapi di gedung seni yang di samping gang kos Née.

Waktu temen-temennya tahu dia pacaran sama Oki, ada aja yang bilang "Kok mau, sih? Dia Sunda, tau." Tapi Née nggak menggubrisnya sama sekali. Ia sayang Oki, tidak ada tapi dan kenapa di antaranya.

Belum sempat Née membalas chat terakhir Oki, muncul lagi 1 bubble chat random. "Aku mau ke ITS deh."

"Ngapain?"

"Ketemu imroatus."

"Udah lulus dia. Kenapa its? Kenapa sby? Cewek chindo mana yang kepengen kamu datengin? 😒😒😒"

"Nggak gitu, heii. Aku becanda doang. Serem, marah-marah gitu. Keliatan kecintaan banget 😘."

"Memang <3"

"Aku juga cinta kamu. Cinta banget. Dada aku dibelah juga ada kamu di dalamnya. Otak aku dibelek ada kamu di dalamnya. Kamu selalu ada di pikiran dan hari-hariku. Aku sayang kamu banget, Née. Bareng aku terus, ya .... ❤"

Née terenyuh dan mematung menatap layar ponsel setelah membaca bubble chat dari Oki di seberang sana. Begini toh rasanya LDR. Nggak enak.

"Cepat pulang ke Jogja. Pengen ketoprak nih."

"Hadeh, nggak dibalas lagi confess aa, dek dek."

"Hahaha. Aku juga cinta kamu. Cinta bangeeet. Makanya pulang cepetan. Kita makan ketoprak. Kita main ke alun. Kita minum wedang ronde. Kita lakuin semua hal di dunia, berduaaaa. 🤍"

"Gitu dong. Besok pertemuan terakhir. Lusa paling aku balik Jogja. Sabar, ya, sayang. Kamu mau dibawain apa dari Depok?"

"Ayu ting-ting 😆"

Sambil menertawakan obrolan tidak jelas dengan sang pacar, Née jadi sadar kantuknya sudah hilang total. Ia bisa berkonsentrasi penuh lagi di kelas. Tapi, belum ada semenit ia mulai berkontribusi, ada 1 notifikasi chat dari nomor asing masuk.

"Hi, stranger. Ini Gandra. Sore ini kamu free, nggak? Saya ada yang mau diomongin nih. Penting."

Née yang membacanya hanya lewat bar notifikasi tidak mau langsung cepat-cepat membalasnya. Ada perasaan gengsi entah dari mana datangnya sehingga ia alihkan dulu fokus untuk mencatat materi yang ketinggalan.

"Thanks, Din, for the notes." Ia kembalikan tablet Medina setelah selesai menyalin.

Lalu Amnée mulai membuka chat dari Gandra, tapi sebelum membalas, ia sempatkan untuk menyimpan kontaknya terlebih dahulu. Gandra Aji Putra.

"Hai, Gandra. Sore? Jam berapa ya?"

Tidak lama Gandra balas. "Jam 5?"

Née melihat jam yang menunjukkan pukul 4:21. Bisa sekalian pulang kampus. Ada alasan buat izin dari rapat evaluasi hehehe.

"Bisaa. Di mana?"

"Nanti saya jemput di kampusmu. Saya tungguin di open space kemarin."

"Gandra!" Sapa Née dari belakang. Yang disapa langsung noleh.

"Eh, hai" Gandra melambaikan tangan. "Hati-hati, licin." Katanya karena jalanan agak basah setelah hujan sejam yang lalu. "Kalau tau gedung fakultasmu tadi saya samperin ke sana aja. Lumayan jauh ya?"

Née menggeleng. "Engga, kok. Gedungku emang ketutupan sama activity center building-nya fisip ini aja."

Gandra mengangguk-angguk. Tiba-tiba nyuruh Née, "coba kamu diam dikit. Terus liat ke saya. Kacamatanya boleh dilepas dulu."

Née yang mau-mau aja disuruh, cuma bisa menuruti permintaan Gandra. "Terus?"

Gandra menggerakkan tangan dan jarinya membentuk sebuah kamera rekaan. Mencoba pura-pura memotret Née dari segala angle. "Apasih?" Kata Née sambil tertawa.

"Bentar." Kemudian Gandra mengambil sebuah kamera betulan dari dalam tasnya. "Boleh?" Izinnya kepada Née.

Née cuma mengangguk kikuk. Bingung bergaya, tapi emang dasarnya photogenic tetap aja jadi cantik.

"Kamu mau nggak, jadi BA-ku?"

"HAH?" Kaget yang sama terulang lagi dari Née. Manusia satu ini kok kagetan banget, ya? Kayak pemerintah aja.

"Aku punya brand sport, udah jalan dua hampir tiga tahunan. Kebetulan belum punya model cewek. Mau, nggak? Siapa tahu aku bisa buka cabang di Jogja sini."

Née berpikir sejenak sebelum menolak atau mengiyakan tawaran Gandra. "Aduh ... Tapi aku bukan artis. Followersku juga nggak banyak, cuma 700an. Belum mampu ngikutin syarat ketentuan company juga, kayaknya ...."

Gandra cuma ketawa mendengar pernyataan Née. "Apaan, sih? Nggak gitu kali. Saya cuma perlu kamu jadi model produk sport cewek, kok. Selagi kamu nggak aneh-aneh di sosmed insyaa Allah nggak akan dicancel masyarakat hahaha."

"Serius gitu aja?"

"Iyalah." Dan Gandra kembali memotret-motret Née dari berbagai angle. Nggak tahu juga buat apa, padahal tadi sudah ada.

"Ada trial-nya dulu, nggak?" Tanya Née.

"Kamu kira Netflix ada trialnya. Tapi, boleh deh. Saya kasih trial sebulan. Jadi model, saya bayar full. Kalau kamu nyaman, saya kontrak buat tiga bulan seterusnya. Gimana? Deal?" Gandra mengulurkan tangannya meminta persetujuan Née.

"Deal." Née menjabat tangan Gandra dan setuju untuk menjalani masa percobaan menjadi model dalam waktu sebulan ke depan.

"Yaudah. Nih," Gandra menyerahkan satu helm putih yang ia bawa sebagai cadangan. "Kita rayain dulu hari pertama kamu keterima kerja."

"Hahaha, apaan sih. Nggak jelas." Née tetap memasang dan mengaitkan tali helmnya. "Mau ke mana memangnya?"

"Nah, itu. Saya nggak hafal Jogja. Makanya harus sama kamu, biar ada kompas hidupnya."

[recoiloperated]

My 139's are split in two- one is a fairly premium one (that has a bad barrel from the factory and I need to replace it.) it also needs an optic- because I robbed it's scope for a different rifle.

The other is an experiment, it's a sub $100 13.9 barrel I found on B. Kings, with a B. King 13" rail. I'll probably slap a mid range 1-6x LPVO on it. But I might do a Romeo and Juliet set up. I've never done a flip to side magnifier rig.

It technically needs a lower assembly, it'll be a KAK A5 length buffer system. I love the A5 buffer spec. Don't know about the stock.

I find it funny that the US military spent billions to essentially adopt .276 pedersen 100 years late.

[cassyapper]

ive been asked to share with the class so here’s my kakyoin wound notes

tw lots of bodily trauma and medical procedure discussion

uh disclaimer im not a doctor ive never taken an anatomy class this is all thoughts based on the little reading ive done surrounding major bodily trauma lololol so please take what i have to say with a grain of salt

so he’s wounded right here

looks to be a little under the sternum but the origin (like point 0,0 of the circle shape of the wound) is somewhere near the border of chest and abdomen it seems to be

we also know from this shot that he is gouged all the way through. the world’s fist is completely poking out on the otherside jkdfn ew ugh oh god kakyoin

sorry anyway

so the implications of this.

his stomach pancreas and liver are definitely gone. they turned to mush. reduced to gore flying across the cairo skyline (sorry i know that was a bit much jsut JKDFKN;FK;)

it doesnt seem like anything else comes out tho (tho i doubt they’d animate his guts flowing out with the water to be fair JKN;) but im gonna give him the benefit and say liver pancreas and stomach are all he Lost lost

i think it’s low enough that his lungs werent directly affected (in the second screenshot i posted he’s hunched over so the wound looks higher than it actually is), but some of his ribs definitely completely snapped, and it would be quite easy for them to then penetrate one or both of kakyoin’s lungs (he is seen to be coughing up blood so at least ONE definitely was deflated)

obviously there is also the issue of his spine. dio took out a whole chunk of it right from the middle of the structure it seems (or a little lower than the middle). so there’s no way kakyoin is walking again, least not normally

last biggest problem is the massive blood loss but we all already know that i presume

so with the problems all lined up, let’s get to healing this monstrosity. first things first kakyoin’s heart giving out is the more immediate problem. thankfully for kak tho we know star platinum explicitly has the ability to pump ppl’s hearts for them so as long as jotaro is within range star plat can make sure kakyoin’s heart stays pumping. hehehe this can be an evil scene in that case

second order of business i feel would be to get kakyoin’s lung(s) back online and get his ribs wrapped up so they can start healing properly and so he doesnt develop a lung infection lol that’d be the LAST thing he needs they reset the ribs and probably would WANT to give him a rib belt but due to the Hole In His Chest they can’t. thankfully kakyoin isnt awake during the like 6-12 weeks it takes to heal ribs. maybe they put something in on the inside that will eventually dissolve to help keep them in place but im not sure

lmao just an aside kak probably goes through so many blood transfusions just to stay alive during the surgery process jesusbkjf

anyway once his lungs r good tho we turn to the other organs in the area

i am thinking they dont bother to replace kak’s stomach or pancreas cause him adapting to digesting with solely his intestines/just taking meds to monitor his enodrine production and blood sugar would probably be easier and safer than the risk of his body rejecting a the transplants. but they do gotta replace his liver

SINCE presumably this is the speedwagon foundation working on kak i feel justified in saying yeah they probably just so happen to have the right match up for kak (maybe after kak got blinded or something joseph or avdol or even jotaro had them take notes on everyone’s blood type and body size Just In Case)

once theyre done with that they probably talk about giving kak a replacement for his spine so he can at least sit up but since that isnt life threatening they leave that for him to decide when he wakes up. plus they’ll have enough to monitor ANYWAY esp regarding the liver transplant so the last thing they wanna tack on is an artificial spine

last thing they do right at that moment are split-thickness skin grafts to cover the wounds. they take the skin from kak’s thighs cause there’s no other alternative lol. tho there might be enough skin on the top of his back to offer Something

anyway im sure he’d have to go through one or two grafts on each side before they finally properly heal

once he wakes up and consents 2 the spine procedure, im thinking they’d do something like give him a bunch of artificial disks and then secure/stabilize them with an expandable rod or a bunch of cages/rods/plates. or they’d do something like a sci-fi cybernetic spine considering the speedwagon foundation made a fully functioning whole-body prosthetic in the fucking 40s. i gotta be real idk much abt what happens with spines when theyre fucked up i just know it’s fair to believe the speedwagon foundation gets kak SOMETHING that allows him to Kinda walk again at least for a little while

as for lasting effects i dont think kak has any sensation on his stomach or back. like the nerves were blown out of him and skin grafts dont fix that so the area is just numb

as for loss of sensation related to his spine

the area of the spine that got taken out seems to be the half of the thoracic/the lumbar sections so in addition to his legs being numb, he also has abdominal loss of sensation (so even if the nerves didn’t get punched out of him, he probably wouldnt feel anything). man that fucking sucks lmao

god

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

songs i associate with jojo characters/ships (platonic and romantic ships btw)

a/n: some of these characters ARE my comfort characters so technically i answered your ask anon i promise

this is just my opinion y'all don't have to agree with me but i would like to hear some songs you guys associate with jojo characters too

cut for length lol

--ALSO PART 2 AND PART 5 SPOILERS AHEAD DON'T FUCKIN READ THIS IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT ALL HAPPENS PLEASE--

transparent soul by WILLOW: Jolyne Cujoh

~I feel like Jolyne would really like this song and just listen to WILLOW in general (i can also see her, hermes and FF in a band and playing this so)

Lovely Rita by The Beatles: pre-golden wind BruAbba

~Literally it's a song abt a guy falling in love with a meter maid and i just want these two to live a good life together god damn it

E.T. by Katy Perry AND Alien by Mommy Long Legs: Mikitaka Hazekura

~songs abt aliens/songs w/ alien-centric lyrics will always make me think of my cool alien boyfriend next question

Get it Up by Mindless Self Indulgence: Melone

~just listen to the song and tell me it doesn't ooze melone vibes

Everlong by Foo Fighters: Risotto Nero

~yeah risotto def listened to this song after finding out Ghiaccio had died and yeah he cried his eyes out because now all of his team is dead

Just a Girl by No Doubt: Trish Una

~Trish is a feminist thank you for asking

My Hero by Foo Fighters: Pesci and Prosciutto

~we all know Pesci and Pros had a very close, brotherly relationship but i headcanon that Pesci also saw Prosciutto as a father figure/his hero so

Creep by Radiohead: Noriaki Kakyoin

~I want you to notice/ When I'm not around/ So fuckin' special/ I wish I was special/ But I'm a creep/ I'm a weirdo/ What the hell am I doin' here?/ I don't belong here literally those lyrics SCREAM "i've never had friends and don't feel accepted anywhere because of it"

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus: Formaggio

~teenage reader x teenage formaggio next question

Maxwell's Silver Hammer by The Beatles: Cioccolata

~song abt a med student killin bitches it just fits guys

Ghosting by Mother Mother: Noriaki Kakyoin

~another song abt not being seen and feeling completely alone and yeah this and the other kak song are the songs i cry to shut up

My Type by Saint Motel: Prosciutto

~idk i just feel like he'd bump this in his car and sing along off key while he's alone

Kids by MGMT: Pannacotta Fugo

~yeah i cry to this song too and fugo definitely would the poor boy just wanted to be a kid guys come on

Breezeblock by Alt-J: Yandere La Squadra

~these men are all horribly fucked up and yeah they would probably threaten to give their darling some new concrete shoes if they misbehave

In a Week by Hozier: post-golden wind BruAbba

~they're both fucking dead and in love. that's it that's why. they should've died together or at least NOT FUCKING DIED AT ALL JFC

Just Take My Wallet by Jack Stauber: Platonic! Joseph x Caesar

~"what's the kindest way to say you took away my friend, my buddy? what's the kindest way to say the end?" that's the explanation

White Knuckle Jerk by Will Wood: Ghiaccio x Reader

~ghiaccio being angry at himself because reader makes him feel things lol

...well better than the alternative by Will Wood: Jotaro Kujo (parts 4-6)

~Jotaro has PTSD and misses his childhood but isn't entirely sure how to handle either of those things and he doesn't want Jolyne to end up like him so

[Cover This Song!] A Little Bit Mine by Will Wood: Sorlato if they ever broke up

-Literally if anything happened to split them up even for the shortest time they'd both realize how much they need and love the other and they would always end up getting back together

[dontcare77ghj]

Soul

Steve x reader x Bucky x Tony

Set in the Parenting universe

Requested by @deansblackbeauty

Before a person was born, something happened to them in the between. Their soul would split and be shared with the person, or persons, who would be their other half. When those who shared a soul finally met, their eyes would glow a bright neon blue to symbolize their shared connection.

At least that was one way people rationalized soulmates. There were hundreds of other theories, but this was the one most chose to believe. Probably because it felt the most magical. 

At the end of the day, no-one really thought about why soulmates existed. All that mattered was that they did and that one day you would be able to meet the other part of your soul.

It was times like this that you missed your sister. Stakeouts were usually the dullest part of the job. You would be watching a target go about their daily lives or cheating on their partners or stealing company information, boring things like that.

Stakeouts were your second least favorite aspect of this job, beaten only by the actual murder of people.

Though, this stakeout was by far one of your better ones.

You'd been atop an abandoned building, watching as one of your hits was cheating on her wife. You had been laid on the roof when suddenly you sensed someone behind you.

Quickly, you rolled to the side, missing the bullet that would have hit you in the skull. Looking behind you, you saw the dark silhouette of a man with his gun raised at you.

The two of you had engaged in a shoot out before he ran towards you. The building you were on was incredibly old. To even sneak up there, you had to place yourself very carefully. So to have this man barreling towards you on this old roof was not a good idea.

The roof made a loud groaning sound before you were suddenly falling. Your hand grasped onto a sharp piece of metal, and you were jerked to a stop.

You were dangling above the ground, hand bleeding as you clutched the jagged metal roof, and you could hear the man coming towards you. 

After several tense seconds, suddenly, the man was standing above you, gun drawn.

Refusing to show fear in your final moments, you raised your head, and your eyes met his. 

And suddenly, his eyes glowed a bright neon blue.

You gasped at the implementation, and quickly you were being pulled up.

"Dusha." The man murmured once you stood safely before him. (Soul)

"Da, dusha. Ty moya dusha." You told him. (Yes, soul. You're my soul.) 

"Kak vas zovut?" He asked, pulling you away from the collapsing ceiling. (What's your name?)

"Romanova. Y/N Romanova. Chto tvoye?" (What's yours?)

"Aktiv." He told you. "YA aktiv." 

(Asset. I'm the asset.) 

You learned a lot that night on the roof. And in the four years that followed.

HYDRA came to collect Bucky ten minutes after you met him. Their first instinct was to kill you, but the second they raised their guns, Bucky shot them dead. 

All four of them.

And when another batch arrived and tried to take you away, he did the same thing. 

And that is when you learned the first thing about the asset.

The longer you were around the asset, the more he was in control. As it turns out, HYDRA was controlling your soul. In the years that would come, you would learn they had conditioned him to comply with a set of trigger words. Though you could never find out the words despite your years of espionage. 

But the longer you were around him, the more he was able to break out of it and remember things. 

Things like his name.

Eventually, Bucky's handler arrived and told him that they weren't going to kill you. That you could be brought back to the compound with him.

You agreed because at the time you thought you'd be able to be with Bucky, you were quickly proven wrong. 

You were allowed to see Bucky for two hours a day. This was the most time you could spend with him without him breaking his conditioning.

Your freedom was also stolen from you.

HYDRA ensured you spent the majority of your time in a small locked suite that was at the back of the compound. 

Out of sight, out of mind.

You had to admit, you had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, you were aggravated that you were locked away from the outside world and your soul. But on the other hand, you weren't killing anyone. 

You'd never wanted to be an assassin, but it was all you knew. It was all you were good at. And now HYDRA had taken it, and any connection to the outside, from you.

"Bucky." You happily sighed as he entered your room. Getting up from your chair, you slowly moved to stand before him. "Kto ya?" You asked, holding a hand up to him.

(Who am I?)

"Dusha. Ty moya dusha." He said, raising his hand to yours. (Soul. You are my soul.)

"I kto ty takoy?" You asked, intertwining your fingers with his. (And who are you?)

"Vash. Vasha dusha." (Yours. Your soul.)

"Khoroshiy." You nodded. (Good.)

"U menya yest' novosti dlya tebya," Bucky said, moving you towards the small couch. "Menya otpravlyayut, i oni khotyat, chtoby vy poshli so mnoy."  (I have news for you. I'm being sent out, and they want you to come with me.)

"Zachem? Oni nikogda ne pozvolyali mne ran'she." You asked, looking him over. (Why? They've never let me before.)

"Dumayu, ya znal svoyu tsel'. Pered." He murmured to you, almost inaudibly. YA slyshal, kak okhrannik skazal, chto oni boyalis', chto ya slomayus'." (I think I knew my target. Before. I heard a guard say they worried I'd break.)

"Ty uveren, chto rech' shla o missii?" You asked, raising a brow at him. (You're sure it was about the mission?)

"Polozhitel'nyy." He nodded. (Positive.)

"YA ne iz tekh, kto smotrit darenomu konyu v zuby." You shrugged. "Po krayney mere, my budem provodit' bol'she vremeni vmeste. (I'm not one to look the gift horse in the mouth. At least we'll get more time together.)

"Oni khotyat, chtoby ty ubil, Y/N. Vam ne predostavlyayetsya vybor stoyat' v storone." Bucky told you. (They want you to kill, Y/N. You're not being given a choice to stand on the sidelines.)

"Buck, u menya ne bylo vybora s tekh por, kak ya vstretil tebya." You sighed. "YA uzhe privyk k etomu." (Buck, I haven't had a choice since I met you. I'm used to it at this point.)

"Proshu proshcheniya za vse eto," Bucky said, looking away from you. (I am sorry for all of this.)

Grabbing Bucky's chin, you forced him to look you in the eyes. You gave him a gentle smile before pressing your lips to his cheek.

"Ne bud'. YA by ni na chto ne promenyal s toboy svoye vremya. Ty moya dusha, i nichego ne mozhet etogo izmenit'. I ya etogo ne khochu." You told him firmly. (Don't be. I wouldn't trade my time with you for anything. You're my soul, and nothing can change that. And I don't want it to.)

"Moya dusha," Bucky said, putting his head in the crook of your neck. (My soul.)

"Da, dusha." (Yes, soul.)

For the remainder of your time together, the two of you stayed on that ratty couch. Not speaking, merely holding onto one another and embracing each other.

You should have known this wouldn't be easy. You should have known the universe wouldn't make this easy for either of you. 

The mission had failed.

You hadn't been able to kill your targets, either of them. In fact, the two of you had run.

The two of you had run from your targets to an abandoned building Bucky had found.

Bucky was asleep beside you, his form stiff and rigid, as you sat upright surveying the area. You couldn't sleep. Your mind wouldn't let you.

You couldn't stop thinking about what happened today. You couldn't stop thinking about when your eyes met.

You'd never had this many problems with a target. Or multiple targets. Perhaps you were out of practice, or before, you were simply so cocky about your abilities you were just showboating.

But Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were proving to be formidable targets.

You were facing off with Tony Stark, who was shooting at you from behind a pillar. 

"Why does everyone want to kill me?" You heard the man complain as you shot close to his head. 

The man shot a blast at you, which you dodged easily before flipping towards him. You pulled a dagger out of your thigh holster and slammed it into the pillar only to find Stark not there.

"Missed me!" Stark cheered from behind you. Spinning quickly, you threw another knife in Stark's direction for him to dodge. "Missed me again!"

You let out a loud growl as you raised your head and glared at the man. Stark's eyes met yours, and it happened.

His eyes glowed a bright, neon blue.

"Fuck." The two of you swore in unison.

Before you could process what was happening, Bucky rushed to your side and was pulling you away from the scene.

As the two of you were fleeing from the scene, you glanced over your shoulder. Steve had moved to stand beside a shell-shocked Tony and managed to catch your eye.

Bright, neon blue.

Bucky had dragged you away because he thought you were hurt. His protective instincts always shone through when he was freshly wiped.

HYDRA would be coming to take the two of you back to the base in a few hours, but you wouldn't put it past them to come and snatch you while you were sleeping. 

You had been admiring Bucky's sleeping form when you heard it. The quiet crunch of footsteps below you. 

Your gun was already in your hand as you slowly stood from your makeshift bed. You didn't make a sound as you left the room where Bucky slept and moved towards the noise.

It was on the ground floor you found the source of the noise.

You were grabbed from behind, an arm wrapping itself around your waist, the other around your mouth.

"It's okay, we just want to talk. We're not here to hurt you." A voice said soothingly as another man appeared in front of you. Yanking yourself out of his grasp, you stood in front of the two and shook your head.

"You shouldn't be here. It's not safe for you." You told them. "You need to go."

"We just want to talk," Steve said. "We need to talk."

"We tried to kill you, both of you, less than twelve hours ago. You're either incredibly stupid or entirely moronic." You said, crossing your arms and raising a brow at the two.

"Probably both," Tony muttered.

"The two of you need to go. We're being taken back to base in a couple hours, and the guards will kill you if they see you." You told the two.

"Not if no-one's here when they arrive." Steve countered, taking a step forward. "Come with us. You and Bucky-"

"How do you know his name?" You demanded of the blonde, grip tightening on your gun. 

"I knew him when we were young. He was the first part of my soul I found. He's a part of me, just like Tony, and just like you." Steve told you. "You know as well as we do what that glow meant. You're a part of our souls."

"We tried to kill you." You reminded him.

"Everyone has their own story on how they met their souls. At least ours is entertaining." Tony snorted.

"You know we can't come with you." 

"Why not?" Tony asked, moving to stand beside Steve. "We want you, both of you. We don't care about what you've done."

"You don't even know a tenth of what we've done." You scoffed. "We can't come with you because the two of you are good, good people. We're not. Buck's got an excuse, but me not so much. We can't come with you because my hands are dripping red, and Bucky's not even Bucky on most days."

"What does that mean?" Steve asked you. "What does any of that mean?"

"It means I'm a murderer. I've killed so many people because it's what I've been told. And Bucky, HYDRA has him so firmly under their control, I can barely break him out. Sometimes he's a man I recognize, and others, he has two capabilities. Obey and protect." You told them before letting out a long sigh. "We can't come with you because our souls would taint you."

"That's bullshit, and you know it," Steve said, moving towards you. "Everyone has done things they regret, fuck knows we have. You're not perfect, fine, neither are we, but we're yours. And you and Bucky, you're ours." He said, stopping right in front of you.

"We can help you, both of you. Get you out of HYDRA and away from them. You'd never have to kill again if that's what you want, and we can fix what HYDRA did to Bucky." Tony added. "You know everyone's got baggage."

"Not like this." You shook your head. 

"Probably true." Tony nodded. "But lucky for you, we're gentlemen and can always help with the bags." He said, causing you to let out a weak laugh.

"That was terrible." You shook your head.

"Not one of my best, but if you come with us, you'll get to hear better." Tony offered you.

"I never wanted to be HYDRA." You quietly admitted. "Before, I used to kill them if I ever came across them, and now I'm their prisoner. But even I know you don't just get out of HYDRA. Not alive, at least."

"Well, how would you and Bucky like to set a record?" Steve asked you. "Come with us, please."

Sucking in a deep breath, you looked between the two and gave them a firm nod. 

"Y/N Romanova." You introduced yourself. "If we're gonna do this, we've gotta be quick. And we have to wake up Bucky."

"Let's do it."

"Did you say Romanova?"

"And that's how I met your pops." You said to the young boy sat on your lap. 

“And then you met Daddy?” He asked, pushing his glasses up onto his nose. Smiling at the boy, you gently reached out and tapped his nose.

“And then we met Daddy.” You confirmed with a nod. “We got to adopt him and then your Daddy met your Mommy and they had you.”

“What was Daddy like as a kid?” Ben asked you as Peter entered with your three souls behind him. “Daddy!” Ben cheered, rushing towards his father.

“Baby!” Peter returned with the same amount of enthusiasm. Peter swung the boy into his arms as Bucky and Tony sat beside you and Steve came to stand behind you.

“How are you, honey?” Steve asked, leaning down to kiss your head.

“I’m good. I was just about to tell Ben all about when his Dad was a kid.” You said, smirking when Peter let out a loud groan.

“Come on, mom, no need to tell him old war stories.” He said, collapsing into a seat with Ben on his lap.

“There’s no need, but it’s fun to see you squirm.” Bucky smiled at him.

“Exactly!” Tony grinned, leaning into Bucky’s side. “Let me tell you about the time Daddy and Uncle Ned blew up my lab.”

This was the moment you wished to forever repeat. Your son and grandson at your side as well as your dushi. 

Your souls.

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[olalsage]

so for kakyoin’s birthday, i'm splitting his very special day into 3 parts. what that means is that tomorrow I'll be posting as well! here’s a redraw of some manga panels that i enjoyed. happy bday kak!

krita // huion h610 // 12-15 hours // jojo’s bizarre adventure 

[daidreamn]

Okayoakauaauakak

UM

Jjba eyes of heaven spoilers i guess.??????

I have this fanfic where Jotaro beats DIO Over Heaven and becomes Over Heaven himself then tags along on all the Joestars' adventures.

HOWEVER!

HOWEVER!

I JUST THOUGHT OF THE IDEA THAT STAR PLATINUM OVER HEAVEN COULD SPLIT UP INTO THE OTHER CRUSADERS BUT OVER HEAVEN AS WELL??? LIKE OVER HEAVEN KAK, JOSEPH, POL, AVDOL, IGGY, WITH OVER HEAVEN HIEROPHANT, HERMIT, CHARIOT, MAGICIANS RED, AND FOOL AND LIKE

THERE IS SO MUCH BONDING FLUFF POTENTIAL AND I AM FROTHING

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2022-10-10

First rains of spring, feeling the global warming swing on the roundabout that was whatever the hell happened in the Northern Hemisphere last summer.

Listening: My parents picked up tickets for the Foreigner tour so that's that. Hell of a show, impressive performance even if they weren't in their 60's. Only problem with really big shows is that people haven't learned to shut up during sets.

Here's a recording from another tour of Head Games.

Reading: Ventura City Drifters, a furry basketball webcomic by our very own @sonokido who I know because of their very good furry with a car art. Furry with a car art is truly the purest expression of furry, a machine being a kind of animal too.

Early days for the comic still but promising characters! hope it continues.

Watching: Got started on S2 of The Umbrella Academy, which is. The 60's is such a good time to set stories, everything was happening all the time, the mistakes of the past were still catching up so everyone was eagerly making as many new mistakes as possible, it sucked ass which means it's great narratively.

Playing: Restarted Dishonored 2 because I have my gaming desktop up and running again. a) running fantastically on Linux b) the levels are SO huge. Dishonored had lots of locked buildings that were just set dressing but in Dishonored 2 the levels are absolutely labyrinthine. Because they've added the state of like, "Clandestine" or "Undercover" I guess? on top of "Covert" and "Overt", you can wander around these insanely detailed levels at street level in a way Dishonored didn't really support, so it is just stuffed to the gills with props and books and documents and loot. It's a little overwhelming, I have to shut off the part of my brain that knows the optimum way to play Dishonored and sort of roleplay as a very bloodthirsty Emily more directly.

Making: Quilting, minor car repairs, and the front half of making a bookshelf out of an old wardrobe. Waiting on wood to be cut by the hardware store because they can do it better than we can.

Tools and Equipment: I've been messing around with Kakoune, one of the newer text editors to hit the scene. It's modal, like vim, but it doesn't attempt to be a vim clone, e.g. no tabs or splits, completely different way of handling bigger movements and find/replace, no compatibility with vimscript. It also easily allows you to completely outsource a task to a shell command.

I used kak for a little while years ago but never really looked into it, I was talking to a friend a few weeks ago and she mentioned that she's been using it full time so I decided to give it a fairer shake.

It's compelling, very fast and modern, it's designed more unix-y than vim, it works with tmux or your windowing manager in a client/server way to link multiple kak sessions into one editor environment. Interesting, useless to me at work where vim is both the de facto standard editor and (for now) better for what I actually do with it day to day, but very nice for actually writing code, which I do way more in my own time than I do at work.

[nabiladinta]

Suatu Minggu di Jakarta

Segala kepadatan di akhir Oktober bikin aku mendambakan banyak hal, salah satunya pistacchio yang udah diramu jadi salah satu cita rasa gelato. Maka, pelan-pelan aku berdoa supaya bisa makan gelato italia sembari meraba-raba ingatan ice cream legend di Jakarta yang aku lupa banget namanya.

Ternyata si nadila, kak rizka, mbak laila, dan kak kholida ke ice cream itu! Ohya RAGUSA ICE CREAM GAMBIR! Sejak di Bandung aku menerka, kira-kira bakal kesana sama siapa, akhirnya dengan lapang dada Kak Rama juga kepingin ke sana, kami menyepakati hari Minggu buat kulineran di Jakpus.

Dengan kondisi yang sebenernya capek banget sepulang dari Bandung dan babak belur karena beberapa hal yang cukup menyesakkan dada, pilihan di hari Minggu aku jadikan "escape mechanism" disertai nge-arsip semua pesan WA kecuali yang lagi berurusan sama aku di hari Minggu. Aku yang biasanya semangat jalan kaki, request untuk, "Kalau motoran aja gimana kak?" dijawab Kak Rama dengan penuh keheranan,

"Tumben.. oke motoran juga okesih. Sepi jalanan. Banyak jalan kaki po kemarin??"

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Walaupun aku nggak bisa tidur dan mata sembab aku tetep semangat bangun pagi.

Setelah riweh se-rumah di Pamulang ngebantuin sepupuku Naiya yang lagi ujian online masuk MBS, jam 11an kami otw. Suasana musim hujan ini bikin aku bersyukur karena tentunya nggak bikin gerah, walaupun di beberapa titik macet, sesampainya di jalanan Jakarta cukup sepi dan bikin ngobrol di motor nggak bising.

Aku cukup impresif, ini Kak Rama hafal banget jalanan Jakarta. Apesnya, kurang 3 km lagi sampai hujan tiba-tiba deras setengah jam-an dan kami berteduh di halte dekat Menteng dengan kondisi perut yang udah meronta-ronta.

Sampai di Ragusa, aku dan Kak Rama pasang ekspektasi yang cukup tinggi, aku yang berharap ketemu nona blasteran Italia dan ngobrol pakai bahasa italia, ternyata toko legend ice cream semenjak 1930-an ini cukup konyol. Antriannya sungguh panjang.

"Lucu juga ya, ice cream Italia, tokonya di Jakarta, tapi yang jual orang Cina," kata Kak Rama di sela lampu remang yang kedap-kedip. Aku cukup ngekek ya, tapi menikmati ice crean special mix dan Kak Rama beli banana split.

Selain itu, sambil makan dan ngetawain ekspektasi, kata dia lagi, "Nggak kebayang juga sih ada orang benerin lampu," aduh he sees it so detail😅

Seselesainya makan ice cream kami ke Istiqlal, menurutku ada suatu masa tertentu di hidup aku yang lagi kepingin banget solat di masjid. Jakarta yang mendung mendukung sekali buat menikmati semilirnya Istiqlal yang lagi sepi, angin yang masuk perlahan dari serambi di sisi kiri bikin aku cukup tenang. Hari itu aku tutup gawai, janjian lagi selepas salat sama Kak Rama juga tanpa saling kirim pesan wasap.

Naasnya, hujan deres banget jadi gagal jalan ke Katedral sebrang Istiqlal. Kami cuma nunggu hujan reda sejam-an sambil ngobrolin hal random tapi salah satu pertanyaan yg cukup aku pikirin dari Kak Rama adalah, "Terus sekarang kira-kira orang kenalnya kamu sebagai apa Din?" Duh aku nggak ngerti banget wgwgw tapi ternyata aplikasi getcontact bisa nge-track kita dikenal sebagai siapa.

Hujan reda menjelang jam 16-an. Kami bertolak ke Pasar Baru yang ngelewatin Santa Ursula, cuma buat makan Bakmi Gang Kelinci atas rekomendasi Tatyana yang betulan di gang kecil di antara gedung-gedung toko Pasar Baru yang cukup menjulang tinggi.

Tenang, lengang, dan dingin karena udara begini sama sekali di luar ekspektasi alias Jakarta yang dekat dengan kata sesak dan panas sama sekali nggak aku rasakan di hari itu. Warung bakminya cukup luas nan ramai, aku super duper yakin kalau ini pasti enak tanpa memasang ekspektasi setinggi makan ice cream Ragusa.

"Karena kesini mau makan bakmi, jadi kita pesen bakmi aja," kata Kak Rama habis liat aku cukup bingung ngeliat ternyata menunya beragam. Oke bakmi spesial aja. Cepat dan tangkas serta bayar langsung di meja makan kita dengan si abangnya yang nyamperin.

Bakminya sungguhan enak banget. Aku lahap. Dengan harga 28K di area Jakarta Pusat ini bakminya worth it, porsinya juga banyak dan sesuai dengan perut kita yang lapar. Kami nggak bisa berhenti memuji bakmi yang seenak ini, "Asli seriusan ini enak sih kak, mirip sama mie & mie Jakarta-nya Kansas FIB. Kalau ke Jogja besok harus coba juga!"

Sambil ludes cepet ngelahapnya Kak Rama bilang, "Sumpah ini enak dan harus dicoba lagi sih. Maka nikmat Tuhanmu manakah yang kamu dustakan," ngakak sekali wahai Tuhan.

Makan bakmi dan lagi-lagi ngobrol sejam-an bikin aku mensyukuri hari Minggu dengan perasaan bahagia, escape mechanism-nya sukses. Walaupun pulang juga dihantam hujan gerimis yang awet dan (lagi-lagi) berteduh di suatu halte diiringi puteran lagu keroncong dari speaker halte busway tabrakan sama azan maghrib bikin langit senja Jakarta kala itu epik.

Sebagai orang yang sama-sama suka makan, aku ingin bilang terima kasih Kak Rama. A well spent sunday👍

Pamulang-Jakarta, 9-11 November 2021

[creativedumpyard]

The Emperors Finest

// a small tribute to a long gone campaign

Shah looked upon his Warriors. He was proud of them. He loved them all. The Squad of the Khornate Astartes, lead by the madman Loup always willing the destroy and murder.

Idawask Liskis men were just as bloodthirsty, although they were able to follow more than just the simplest commands.

His eyes fixed upon the newest recruits of his small contingent of warriors. A man named Nemelek and his ramshackle bunch of Heretics and renegades alike. They still had to show their worth. The leader of their crusade, Grand champion Tissav Kak just recently send these men to his command. Shah smiled, his perfect white teeth shone. They would make a fine addition to his plans.

His right hand Apollius cleared his throat. Shah ripped free from his entangling vision of greatness and started to speak to his underlings. “Welcome, my brothers! Welcome to another day of the Siege of this godforsaken Planet. We have taken City by City. Fortress by fortress. Now only this bestial Walled City is between us, and the Victory we so dearly crave! Cindar shall be ours, claimed for the Dark Gods!” As he spoke of Victory, an almost predatory smile sneaked on his face. Only to be immediately to be extinguished and replaced by a more heartfelt version.  

“The grand champion, blessings on thy name, wants us to go in hard and fast. The main forces will be waiting in the north east, while we concluded a fast blow to the few remaining Void-Shield Generators! There will be resistance, but we assume that the most of them will be stationed closer to the North eastern gates.” Shah paused a moment. His Warriors seemed ready. “Loup, you will be going to head to the Gates. I have full trust in your ability to crush the resistance there. My personal squad and I will be behind you.” Loup and his bloody-red Men screamed and held their Chainaxes up high.

“Idawask, you will be going south over the wall. And the new Squad of brother Nemelek will be doing the same Maneuver in the east. All of you will be supplied Jump-packs for this Mission, but be careful not to damage them! We will start in about an hour, as soon as the Main forces resume the Shelling. Get Ready!”

He quickly punched his chest plate with his right fist and turned around. He still had some planning to do and no time to waste.

The gathering thinned. The Khornates were already running hot.

Nemelek turned to his newly assembled squad. He wasn't quite sure as what to make of his new position or the people he now lead into battle.  There was the Beautiful Blood Angel renegade Cassiel. He was an excellent fighter that used an giant Eviscerator. Most of his red Armour still had emblems of his past. Just his Aquila was scratched and painted over with a black Chaos-cross. Nemelek wasn't too sure about why Cassiel joined the forces of chaos, but he was eager to prove himself. He was more concerned about the slow Nurgle Marine and the Slaaneshi Swordsman with the Insane Eyes. While the Nurgle Marine Ogmha Inititium was a Psyker and thus was extremely effective in battle, he was way too relaxed and always seemed to take this Siege more as a personal Hike.

The Slaneeshi pledged Astartes was just quite the Handful. Flavian Charosean did not enjoy getting commands. He had a slight tendency to go off course if it meant his personal recreation. And one could only assume what that meant, coming from the Emperors Children and their Offspring. A long Whip made from a stiff, Fleshy substance protruded from his left forearm. It ended in sharp hooks and tiny blades. Sometimes it almost seemed to move too quick or too agile to be just a weapon.

The last one was Venatus. A Nightlord far away from his usual legion or tactics. So far he had proven somewhat reliable. Venatus already had a Jump-pack, a longer and slimmer design with numerous silver arcs of metal lightning engraved on it. While Nemelek witnessed what cruelties this man was capable of doing, he seemed content with sitting in the dirt and cleaning his Bolter for now. He cleared his throat.

“Get to the Armory, I want all of you ready and with a Jump-pack in half an hour!”

Flavian and Cassiel rushed off to get their hands on better quality Jump-packs. Ogmha was slowly walking in the general direction of the armory, completely ignoring time limits.

“Lucky that you already have yours, huh?”, Nemelek said to Venatus. The Nightlord stopped cleaning his rifle for a second but resumed without even looking up. Nemelek shook his head slightly and went to get himself an Jump-pack as well. He had seen how bad some of those were in shape and he didn't want his to fail mid flight.

Nemelek stood on a burned out Chimera Tank. From this slightly elevated Position he was able to see the City in its full might, the sprawling gun towers on the walls, the trenches dug up before and the tiny dots of busy commute in between that were the defenders. He turned to check if his squad was ready. All stood ready, equipped with the Jump-packs. Flavian was already getting bored and flinging is sword through the air.

“Squad! Move out!” Nemelek jumped down from the Wreckage and activated his Power fist.

Since their Mission was not to clear the trenches, they jumped over them using the fire from their jet-engines. The Human defenders were largely too shocked or too scared to shoot at them. But sometimes Laser beams or bullets darted in their general direction. Their short jumps carried them far over the battlefield in mere minutes. Soon after they arrived at the Wall. Massive overhanging gun nests opened fire on them. Before the Gunners had time to properly take aim, Ogmha stepped to the front and held up his staff. He gestured with the bony, nauseating excuse for a Wooden staff and a bubbling green shield of psychic energy surrounded them in an instant. Bullets and lazers bounced off or evaporated. Nemelek voxed to his squad, “Ogmha and Venatus you take take of the gunners on the wall. Flavian, Cassiel and I will jump over and secure the other side”.

As he flew high on his howling engines, Nemelek saw that the inner wall was spiked with stairs and ammunition cranes. Then came a street, broad enough to fit several tanks with ease. Behind the street were a few warehouses as well as small bunkers and living quarters for the less fortunate civilian. A few blocks to his right he could see an opening in the buildings. Another thick gray wall with ugly fortifications climbed up high.

The bigger street to his left was his landing spot. Cassiel landed a few meters in front of him, Flavian further to his left on a small house. In this exact moment more armed forces streamed into the street from the inner city. They opened fire just a few moments later. Laser beams darting all around the Space Marines as they ran into cover. “Cassiel, go right. Flavian, jump into their left flank!” He saw Cassiel's Helmet head turn in his direction and nod. The Man let his Eviscerator scream with blood lust and anger as he flew a short arc to meet the first of the attackers. Effortlessly parting body parts and killing two men that stood too close to each other in a single blow.

Flavian cackled as He swung his Whip up high, crashing it down into a soldier, freeing him of clothing and skin alike. His victim had no time to scream in agony before the long silver blade of the Slaaneshi split open his torso up to is nose.

Nemelek used his Bolter effortlessly. Splattering blood and entrails through the ranks of the advancing Soldiers. The shock of the attack let the Mortals forget about morale and discipline. They opened up their formation to flee into cover. Unfocused Las fire punched through the air around the advancing Astartes, but their ceramite armor deflected the shots. Not more than small smoldering chips in the paint was all that stayed.

The street emptied after the Soldiers dove into Cover. Nemelek was able to see the end of the street where now two Chimera Tanks drove around the corner. “Heads up! We've got Light Tanks ahead!”. His Vox alarm was not necessary as the tanks opened fire immediately. The mounted Heavy bolters posed an actual thread to the Astartes, as well as to any cover that wasn't solid enough. As Nemelek jumped behind a thick half high wall of Ferroconcrete the explosive Shells hammered into the Asphalt where he just stood. These tanks had a higher priority than any of the scared soldiers left behind.

Flavian Reached for his Plasma pistol. A thin cable connected it to his power pack. He felt the Bone and Mother of Pearl decorations on the Grip, the powerful thrumming of the coils. The last Artifact of his Past in the III. Legion. His Jump-pack roared as he flew directly into the small crowd of Soldiers behind some Wreckage that they had used as cover. A few swings with his sword and whip were enough to send half the group to the warp and the other fleeing in terror. His engines roared again and he jumped in a short curve directly at the one of the tanks. The Gunner was still aiming at Nemelek. Far too late he got aware of the danger the violet clad Marine posed. As the Gunner tried to rip the Turret up to meet the new target, Flavian aimed almost based on Instinct and shot his pistol. The searing hot ball of plasma burned the Man and his gun but not before one bolt shell exploded on his pauldron, ripping him around. Flavian crashed, loudly swearing, into the pavement. He jumped to his feet the moment the ramp of the chimera lowered itself and more Human soldiers ran out into the open. “Filth! How dare you shoot at ME?” He screamed at the top of his Lungs while charging forward. While the Imperial standard Las-rifle is a good medium range weapon, it was never truly suited for close combat situations. None of the soldiers even stood a chance against a genetically enhanced warrior of the Adeptus Astartes. Sword met flak armor and sliced it apart. Blood and entrails spilled to the floor, as Flavian focused on his blade to agonize instead to kill. His whip sliced through the skin, ripping apart faces as well as disarming the few that tried to draw combat knives. Just a few seconds later and no mortal was left standing, most of them winding and crying at the feet of the Ceramite Monster. To fulfill his quest of destroying the tank, Flavian unhooked a Krak Grenade and threw it into the still open crew department of the tank. As it exploded, the blast broke through the thin inner armor and annihilated the Driver and the engine alike.

Cassiel was already weeding out the humans behind their fortifications. His massive chain sword cleaving bone as well as metal. When Nemeleks warning came, he already scanned to area for more targets. He was way closer to one of the tanks as he rolled onto the plaza. The Chimeras gunner turned the massive gun towards him, but Cassiel was already charging at the tank. His anger fiery hot in his chest, about to overtake his senses. In a short burst of energy from his back engines, Cassiel threw himself atop the tank, just behind the gunner. The man let go of the turret and stared in horror at the massive red angel looming over him. His Eviscerator catching the man atop his head and striking down, halving him along his spine. As the blood rippled against his helmet and stuck to his hands, Cassiel roared. Using his strength he leaned into the Chain-sword to slowly cut into the armor of the tank. The metal screamed and sparks flew, darting around him like small angry insects.  With Blood lust he hacked his way into the Drivers chassis and disabled the tank by leaving nothing unbroken and no-one alive.

Flavian closed in on the Tank that got tortured by his furious cousin. He inspected the damage with childish glee and a bit of envy. “By the Mother! You are really a Danger to behold, Cassiel.” He turned to the still furiously hacking and slashing Man. “Cassiel! The Tank is done and so is the crew. You can stop it now?!” He said, raising his voice so that he could be heard over the clash of metal.

Cassiel turned. His shoulders squared and his head held low he assumed a vicious combat stance when he sighted the Slaaneshi. Immediately sensing the hostile intend, Flavian stepped back in confusion. Did he just offend Cassiel? “Cassiel? Are you alright?...I mean I- I didn't want to offend ..” But before he could finish the question, Cassiel roared and stormed at him, Eviscerator held up high. Flavian was shocked and reacted almost too slow, parrying the massive chain sword with an unusually crude flick of his Sword. But the Red Angel did not stop, hacking and slashing at the confused team member. Flavian was put into a defensive position that he did not enjoy.

“CASSIEL! By the Gods, what are you doing? STO- STOP IT”

Flavian was confused by the sudden aggressive action, as well as the pure Blood lust the he felt in every strike.  

[wri0thesley]

Hey again! I'm back- my birthday was actually pretty okay! I got a surprise 500$ Visa card from my parents too! I bought my friend the new predorders for the Kak nendo and I'm absolutely vibrating with desire to buy more merch. I need to exercise willpower though, since the Kars nendoroid will be coming soon and I'll be able to have a nendo of at least one of my boyfriends.. I want to buy things so bad though! Anyway enough about me, how are you? || Pillar Anon 🗿

ahh i’m glad you had a nice birthday anon! the kars nendo looks like he’s gonna be so cute, i can’t wait to see what faces and changeable parts they give him! i’ve been pre-ordering way too much merch recently, my amiami orders are just full of full sets of jujutsu kaisen charms that i’m gonna have to split when they get here fgbvknfgbjkf

and you’ll be able to get a kars microorganism too which is VERY exciting!! your faves getting merch is always super exciting, i love seeing new merch and watching it come out!

my day has been good! i haven’t done very much but i cooked the easter dinner today, being able to cook is very exciting for me because last january i couldn’t even turn a kettle on bc my ocd and anxiety were so bad! 

[jojo-daydreams]

Please don't kill me, but can I have a Kakyoin scenario pwease? Reader and Kakyoin are paired up for some night mission or something like they get split up. Reader ends up driving them to find the rest of the group and like, she's playing Everybody Wants To Rule The World in the background and it's one of those night drives that make you feel a certain way. Reader is really tough and kinda stoic, not Jotaro level tho. And then Kak admits his feelings and they kiss in the car and it turns (1/2)

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‘Help me to decide

Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure

Nothing ever lasts forever ….’

Tears for Fears played softly from the car radio, a it had a bit of static to the sound, but it was a nice way to fill the silence in the car.

Kakyoin glanced over at you, trying to figure out if the silence was awkward or not. You hadn’t said much so far during this stakeout mission, but you didn’t really say that much usually anyway, so he couldn’t tell if you were just chilling or if you didn’t want to talk to him specifically.

He shuffles in his seat a bit, leaning on the window a bit before recoiling. It was already kind of chilly in the car, but the window was freezing. It was a kind of chilly fall night, and the heat in this stupid car worked less than the radio did. He looks at you again. You seem wholly unbothered by anything, lidded eyes watching the road where the guy you both were supposed to be looking for was supposed to come from. Though your sources said he probably wouldn’t even be here until morning light at the earliest. It was almost midnight now.

Kakyoin knows he’s been staring at you for probably too long now, but he can’t help it. He’s been in love with you for a while now, sometimes he wonders if it was love at first site. He’s wanted to tell you for so long, it is an absolute wonder he hasn’t just blurted it out by now. He thinks every inch of you is beautiful, and your face looks ethereal right now, bathed in moonlight like it is. He tries not to let his eyes linger on the swell of your chest too long when you readjust your crossed arms, the movement causing a distracting amount of cleavage to show.

His eyes snap up to yours when you suddenly turn your head, one eyebrow lifting in confusion.

“Something on your mind, Kakyoin?” You ask neutrally.

He shrugs at that. The two of you are alone, maybe now is as good a time to say something as any. If you reject him the rest of this mission is going to be awkward as hell though.

“Just looking at you, sorry.” He says finally, his lame reply coming out… well.. lamely.

The corner of your lip quirks up a bit at his honesty.

“I’ve caught you doing that a lot lately. If you have a problem with me, just tell me, yeah?”

Kakyoin swallows nervously, subconsciously wiping his suddenly sweaty palms on his pants, fingers digging into his legs as he steels his nerves for this. He can do this. Now is his best chance.

“I do. Well, it’s not a problem. Or at least, I hope it isn’t. The truth is, I’m really. I’m kind of. Crazy about you. I really like you, I have since I met you. So it’s not a problem, if you feel the same, but I’m in love with you.”

He manages not to speak too fast, or trip over his words too much, and he even mostly kept eye contact, so it is about as good as he could’ve hoped for.

You look back at him for a moment, eyes widening in surprise. He waits, the few seconds before you reply feeling like hours instead.

“I… I like you too.” You say finally, and the loveliest red blush rises to your cheeks, “I’m not as good as your are with…. y’know, expressing myself but. It’s not a problem. For sure.” You mumble the last part, looking down a bit, suddenly a bit shy.

Kakyoin’s hand reaches out reflexively, cupping your cheek and tilting your head to look back at him before he even really realizes what he’s doing, and when your eyes meet he leans forward, fully in control this time, and kisses you gently.

Your lips press back against his eagerly, hands coming up to tangle in his hair. When the two of you break for air, you somehow manage to maneuver yourself across the middle of the car and into his lap, its cramped and your bodies are pressed against one another, practically vacuum-tight, but it feels right. Like this has been a long time coming for the two of you.

Your hips roll down against his, and Kakyoin can’t stop himself from moaning against your lips, he can already feel himself getting painfully hard, having fantasized about having you in his lap like this on dozens of different occasions.

Bucking up against you to try and keep up with your rhythm, Kakyoin groans and manages to separate your upper halves for long enough to remove your shirt, trying to catch a glimpse of your bra-clad breasts from his close position.

His hands slide over the fabric of your bra, and when his thumb brushes the soft skin of the swell of your breast, his cock throbs.

You smile down at him, one hand coming to rest comfortably on his chest, feeling his muscles expanding and contracting as his chest heaves, his breathing heavy, while the other slides slightly on the already slightly foggy car window.

“Take it easy, Kakyoin. We have plenty of time before the sun comes up.”

[weeklypolandkak]

FASHION/APPEARANCE STATS: Kakyoin

BOLD (applies to all verses) what applies to your muse

BODY.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned/defined stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat butt. Toned butt. Bubble butt. Thick butt. Thigh brows. Small waist.Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ).

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm.161 cm to 172 cm. 173 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Red. Black.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length+. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. A bit below the jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Orange blonde. Golden blonde. Redhead. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Copper. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color” (Grey/two-toned?). Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Snake bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercing.

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Uses only light makeup. Never wears make-up.  

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Alcohol. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight / formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress (business events). T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors. Uniform.

SHOES.

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

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