#the many adventures you can have when you have crazy diamond
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
thenorwalkagent · 2 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
This tiktok has been living rent free in my head so I sent it to Morioh.
2K notes · View notes
chloe-spade · 3 months ago
Text
Twisted Fairytales + Others : Fanfic Archive
This is an archive of all of the fanfics that are based on both Disney and Barbie Movies and everything in between!
The Little Leeches
Status: Finished
Floyd was always interested in the Land above, despite being a merman. What happens if he and his twin brother went above to learn more about the humans?
Ships: Floyd x Riddle, Trey x Jade, Idia x Azul
Chapters:
Act One: The Land Above
Act One: Part of that World
Act One: Heartbreak
Act Two: Poor Unfortunate Souls
Act Two: Introductions
Act Two: A Day in Town
Act Three: Love Blossoms
Act Three: Love Can be Broken
Act Three: Love can be Healed
Epilogue: Love Prevails
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
The Glass Slipper
Status: Finished
Cater Diamond's life took an unexpected turn when his father married a women who turned out to be a vindictive women and her two daughters. Now he's lives as their servant, trying to keep positive underneath it all. What if he caught the attention of a certain prince?
Ships: Malleus x Cater
Chapters:
Prologue: The Beginning
Act One: A Meeting to Remember
Act One: Sweet, Sweet Nightgale
Act Two: The Prince is Giving a Ball!
Act Two: A Lovely Night
Epilogue: A Lovely End
🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️
A Rose Sword
Status: Work in Progress
After being cursed on their christening, two brothers are separated for their protection. After 17 years of being hidden, they have to learn about their origins, and survive the dreadful sleeping curse
Prologue:The Beginning
Act One: Stories of a Blue Sword
Act One: Stories of a Pink Rose
Act One: The Darkness
Act Two: The Day Only Just Begin
Act Two: A Welcome Feeling
Act Two: Once Upon a Dream
Act Three: The Sleeping Curse
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
Thorned Love
Status: Finished
Vil is known as an outsider with a pretty face, and eldest son to a crazy inventor. He knows that, but chooses to be a bookroom regardless, but when his father got captured by a fearsome beast, Vil willingly took his place instead. Can anyone learn to befriend a beast?
Ships: Vil x Leona, Trey x Jade
Chapters:
Prologue: That Funny Boy, That Vil
Act One: Captured
Act One: Be Our Guest
Act Two: Something There
Act Two: Take as Old as Time
Epilogue: The Rose Bloomed
☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️
Tangled Up
Status: Unfinished
After so many years, Silver finally found an escape out of the tower and into the real world outside. What adventures await him?
Ships: Silver x Ruggie
Prologue
Act One: When Will My Life Begin?
Act One: Finally Free
Act Two: I had a dream.. about you
Act Two: I see the Light
🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎
Sour Apple
Status: Unfinished
After Prince Epel was deemed the fairest of them all, Evil Queen Lorelei is now desperate to claim back her title.
Ships: Epel x Jack
Prologue: The Apple has gone Sour
Act One: Whistle While You Work
Act One: Someday
Act Two: Death after Death
🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚
The Island Prince
Status: Unfinished
A young boy has lived on an island for so many years and now has the chance to go to outside of the island, but is Sil ready?
Prologue:Here on my Island
Act One: Brand New Shore
💗💙💗💙💗💙💗💙💗💙💗💙💗💙
Prince and the Pauper
Status: Unfinished
Two remarkable boys were born in the same day but born to very different circumstances. They have never met but fate has decided they should
Prologue: I'll be Free
Act One: A Taste of Freedom
🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰
12 Dancing Princes
Status: Unfinished
12 different brothers come together when a evil tutor came by to take over their land by poisoning their father, King Lilia
Ships: Vil x Leona, Cater x Malleus, Idia x Azul, Amir(OC) x Jamil
Prologue: Meet the Brothers
💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀
A New Love Story
Status: Unfinished
Idia is the Prince of the Underworld and Son of Hades and Persephone. He one day meets an alluring and cunning nymph he found himself falling in love with.
Ships: Idia x Azul
Prologue
❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️
A Frozen Heart
Status: Unfinished
After an internal winter caused by his older brother, Silver sets himself on a journey to find an end of the winter and get his brother back
Ships:Silver x Ruggie, Malleus x Cater
Prologue: Beware of Frozen Heart
✨✨✨✨More to Be Added!✨✨✨✨
Act One: Dangerous to Dream
🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢
Everlasting Love
Status: Unfinished
Vil and Leona thought they would hate each other forever. But now have a love that has never been seen before, but what happened if someone tried to break that love?
Prologue: My Idea of Love
11 notes · View notes
nattinatalia · 2 years ago
Text
Urban Wyatt x Reader: LET’S GET MARRIED
Tumblr media
“Baby, we should get married.” Urban says as he comes out from between your legs. 
“Yes, I would hope that’s why you proposed and gave me this ring three months ago.” You tell him, as you twirl your hand in the air and look at your beautiful diamond ring. 
He smiles “No, I mean tonight. Let’s elope.” 
You look at him as if he grew two heads “What? Are you crazy? We can’t do that.” 
“Why not? we’re here in Vegas, it doesn't get better than that.”
You shrug “Our families and friends, our baby girl most importantly, oh and my dress.”
“Babygirl is here with Jack’s parents, and Jessica brought your dress.” He says smiling
You go to push him off of you and get up from the bed, “Wait, you had this planned?” 
He shakes his head “No, just last night, Jack worked everything out.”
You’re wrapping yourself with the bed sheet “But the planning, the cake, our venue. This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.”
“Baby, since when have we done things the correct way? That’s just not our style.” He shrugs.
He comes up to you and wraps you in a hug “But if you rather do the whole big wedding thing, then we can do that.”
You bite your bottom lip and think hard.
He’s right, you two were never the ones to do things in order, it’s always been a crazy, wild adventure, so why stop now?
You smile at him “Our best friends are here, and our daughter. What more could I want, Let’s do it, let’s get married.”
He smiles “By the end of the night, you’ll be Y/N Wyatt.” 
“I can’t wait." You tell him and hug him close to you.
Five hours later you’re a married woman, and you couldn’t be happier.
You’ve been through hell and back with this man, so many ups and downs.
You made a perfect beautiful little girl, who just made you fall even more in love with him.
Life is amazing, and you can’t wait to see what’s in store for The Wyatt’s.
******
TAG LIST
@heavyhitterheaux 💕
@harlowsbby 💕
@arination99 💕
@cmalass 💕
@jackharloww 💕
@minkookie95 💕
@deannaard 💕
@jacksmoviestar 💕
@harlowcomehome 💕
@fdl305 💕
@httpkoylinnn 💕
@xoxokiaraaxoxo 💕
@hoodharlow 💕
229 notes · View notes
taduki · 2 years ago
Text
The M6 w/ an MC who gives them books to read
This headcanon post includes books for each character !! I’ve only read a couple of these books so sorry if they’re not good or fitting……… Please enjoy !! I put lots of time into it, and I STILL want to write more on these entries !!! Alas, I will save my energy for another headcanon perhaps. :)
Asra
They were open to reading long before you met them, and you found they were HUGE on comedy books.
Their favorite one you've given them is "My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell. When they finished it, they lent/bought a copy to give to Aisha and Salim, and it was a fantastic decision because they fell in love with it too. Now when they come over to visit, their conversations are full of inside jokes and laugh attacks.
When you give them a good, new book, the next few reading sessions are filled with Asra’s cackling and giggles. They are so excited to read bits and pieces to you, but if it's really bad, they'll be trying to explain it to you for like ten minutes between laughs and gasps for air.
Sometimes, they’ll stray from their usual genre and try something new like thriller, but they find those are too serious for them. They’re looking for fun!! Laughs !! Sillies !! Eventually, they find one or two books they like with serious undertones and those are the ones that they hold so dear to them.
Asra struggles to find good enough books for themself, as adventurous as they are. That’s why they hold your recommendations to such high opinion. You know where to find the best ones for them.
Julian
Julian’s choice of fiction books either range from, “Who makes this stuff?”, to, “What kind of genius wrote this?!”
Definitely likes to read fun and weird screenplays like “Some Like it Hot (1959)” by Billy Wilder and I. A. L. Diamond so you two can act out the scenes.
For the most part, he does prefer nonfiction books, particularly encyclopedias.
He never wants to go anywhere near a textbook about biology ever again!! He says as he picks up books about flora… He was referring to animals, of course. He’ll pull you over to the side of a road just to inspect a seemingly normal weed, and that is in fact what it will turn out to be.
It’s becoming a scavenger hunt for him, so if you indulge him, you’ll draw little stars or check marks on the ones he’s seen already. It may save you time if he’s not that interested in those particular ones. Otherwise, be prepared for a full day trip around Vesuvia.
He’s bought so many different encyclopedias about the same things, you’re not sure about specific favorites, but they tend to be of the thicker variety with many pictures.
You have to give it to him though. Sometimes he comes across the most amazing things. Besides flaming flowers and clouds that chase each other, you’ve seen trees with branches in such formations that they sing when the wind blows. He wants to show you the world…
Portia
Her favorite from your recommendations is still “The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd, as mentioned before.
Gossip. Gossip and DRAMA.
If the Palace drama wasn't enough, you've opened up a whole new world to her. Fictional drama is so juicy and unbelievable, she is so entertained. When she gets really into it, she likes to rant about the crazy stuff like, "I can't believe she picked him over the emperor! He's so much nicer to her, but no00000! Now she has to deal with this new guy and his jealous ex."
Sometimes you're not completely sure what goes on in those books... But you're happy for her nonetheless.
There are occasional sob sessions while you two popcorn read. She requires time to recover before she starts another book because some of the books she reads have emotionally taxing endings.
But for the most part, your popcorn reads consist of comically dramatic acting, courtesy of Julian’s influence. You’re pretty sure she’s just making fun of him…
Pepi likes to block Portia's field of vision when she reads. She sniffs each page turn and if Portia's not careful enough, she will pounce on the book like it's a toy and rip a page.
Nadia
It would be surprising to recommend a book she HASN'T read yet.
She is used to high literature, so you thought about bringing her books from the shop, but it turns out she's fairly knowledgeable and politely uninterested about the contents of the ones you suggested. She was looking for more fiction than magic journals. (She is afraid of looking at a spell the wrong way, lest it activate).
You go back and forth with her on which ones she’s read and what types she’s interested in, and you just about run out of ideas until you dig up a book Asra had tucked away called “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. Asra found it hard to read but didn’t feel like returning it that day, so they just shelved it and hadn’t touched it since.
She gets started on it during her free time and finds it very easy to read, but she didn’t like it. It had some nice quotes here and there, but most of the book was just preaching and buzzwords to her. It felt like waiting through a really long and unnecessary speech at wedding ceremony. And don’t even get her started on the contents!! The material is unrealistic, insensitive, and — oh dear, she’s ranting.
The experience ends with Nadia slowly growing a penchant for trash novels she isn’t actually interested in…
To curb her junk fiction fix, she opts to reread books you recommended previously. Whenever you have a reading session in the library or just a moment together, she likes to ask for your thoughts on specific parts and what she thought of them as well. Her thoughts are rarely anything bad with your taste though, so much so she can’t decide which suggestions are her favorites! She likes seeing into a little part of your brain that makes you who you are.
Muriel
Picture books of animals doing human things… He has no favorite either! It could literally be from “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” to “Peter Rabbit”.
It’s not that he doesn’t like reading novels! He just prefers things he can see in front of him, like you like drawings and his carvings. He finds it hard to visualize certain things, especially if they’re things he’s never seen nor imagined before.
If you can draw, you could read him stories like that, but whether you can or can’t, Muriel might still be confused…
So, you tried another alternative. You learned to create figures with your magic! You already knew some basic knowledge on it, but you couldn’t have a handle on the image for too long, much less while reading something.
After months of work and patience (and Muriel’s DELECTABLE food), you managed to read one page straight while visualizing it in front of you like a movie. When you finally tell him, he’s still confused but also incredibly flustered that you spent so much time and energy on this. You tried keeping it a surprise, going into the forest to practice, but he definitely went looking for you a couple of times. The first time was because he was worried. The next few times were just to see how you were coming along. He never told you though. He wanted to see you happy for when you showed him the final product.
When the time came to finally watch your “movie”, he prepared some snacks and the comfiest furs in the hut, and waited for you to feel comfortable enough. You had been working on this for a while. It was only natural that you’d feel nervous. When you opened the book and began to read, Inanna definitely tried to bark the apparition away, but once she calmed down, you read the book to him, making the room a real life movie. He was positively enchanted…
When you feel too tired to read on, Muriel gently holds your hand to reassure you this is more than enough and lets you rest on him. He already feels like the luckiest guy in the world. Now, he must be the luckiest guy in the universe.
Lucio
It’s apparent to you that he is not much of a literary scholar. He claims it’s because he’d probably rip the pages with his arm.
Reading still wasn’t much of his thing even after you guys got together, so as a joke, you bought him a children’s book, one of the big, flat ones with pictures of mice in cute human clothes, and he was unamused.
He didn’t want anything to do with it. In fact, he didn’t even want to go near it. Until one fateful day when you’re away, Lucio gets curious and opens the book up to the first page (after mentally arguing with it for a while), and MELTS upon seeing the cute little mice waiting for the mama mouse to finish cooking supper. He got so invested and was oh so disappointed in how short it was. He wanted more, but was way too embarrassed to admit it.
Every time you took him to a bookstore to look for your own thing, he’d let his guard slip and eye the children’s section for a second.
You didn’t notice for a while, but when you did, you bought another one for him in secret and placed it right next to the first book. Eventually, he snuck over to reread the first one and was absolutely delighted to find a new one.
It becomes a cycle until he is reassured enough that he can buy his own books and read them next to you, regardless of contents. Every week, he’s upgrading to a slightly longer children’s book, or even a new series. He finds them fun and sometimes healing. His favorite book(s)? “Dork Diaries” by Rachel Renée Russell, and nobody can tell me otherwise.
115 notes · View notes
blood-fiend-power · 1 year ago
Text
HIIIII my name is Bibi but you can call me by any of my Kins names!! I am a Beatrice Luna Reden (I Love Amy) fictive and this is my kin blog!! I'm gonna be reblogging stuff and sometimes making canon calls or other stuff here so yeah B)
Proshippers and homophobes/transphobes dni!!!!!
I am these characters, don't try arguing with me about it <3
SOURCEMATES PLEASE INTERACT I MISS YOU WAAAA
KIN LIST!!! (If they are Pink then they are Important, Red means interact with care)
Sayaka Maizono (Danganronpa) (Tag: #i only wished i only wished; sayaka)
Mondo Owada (Danganronpa) (Tag: #teenagers scare the living shit outta me; mondo)
Junko Enoshima- Ult. Gambler (Danganronpa) (Tag: #must be funny; gambler junko)
Junko Enoshima- Ult. Fashionista/Ult. Hope (Danganronpa) (Tag: #i lost myself in make believe; junko)
Kyoko Kirigiri (Danganronpa) (Tag: #i know they're losing and i paid for my place; kyoko)
Mahiru Koizumi- Ult. ???/Ult. Hope (Danganronpa) (Tag: #i expect no dreams and no sweet goodbye to me; mahiru)
Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa) (Tag: #rhinestone eyes; nagito)
Sonia Nevermind (Danganronpa) (Tag: #we could be beautiful; sonia)
Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa) (Tag: #i'm the main character and you have to like me; kaede)
Kirumi Tojo (Danganronpa) (Tag: #if i can't be of service; kirumi)
Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa) (Tag: #you're in my world now not your world; korekiyo)
Dr. Coomer (HLVRAI) (Tag: #hello gordon; dr coomer)
Benrey (HLVRAI) (Tag: #whatever you think of me; benrey)
Garou (One Punch Man) (Tag: #the killer in the mirror; garou)
Kris Dreemur (Deltarune) (Tag: #i promise to never go outside again; kris)
Noelle Holiday (Deltarune) (Tag: #you're a killer and i'm your best friend; noelle)
Toriel (Undertale) (Tag: #slipping through my fingers all the time; toriel)
Chara Dreemur (Undertale) (Tag: #you want your freedom? take it; chara)
Ragatha (Amazing Digital Circus) (Tag: #what the hell's going on can someone tell me please; ragatha)
Marceline (Adventure Time) (Tag: #i'm your cherry bomb; marceline)
The Star (Fionna and Cake) (Tag: #i'll be in my coffin; the star)
Jonathan Joestar (JoJo's) (Tag: #sono chi no sadame; jonathan)
Josuke Higashikata (JoJo's) (Tag: #shine on you crazy diamond; josuke)
Yukako Yamagishi (JoJo's) (Tag: #no ordinary love; yukako)
Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo's) (Tag: #brown sugar; bruno)
Diego Brando (JoJo's) (Tag: #scary monsters super creeps; diego)
Dell Conagher (Team Fortress 2) (Tag: #if crazy equals genius; engineer)
Metal Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog) (Tag: #stardust speedway bad future; metal sonic)
Maria Robotnik (Sonic The Hedgehog) (Tag: #keep holding on; maria)
Rouge The Bat (Sonic The Hedgehog) (Tag: #hey bitch where you at?; rouge)
ENA (ENA) (Tag: #you understand mechanical hands are the ruler of everything; ena)
Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club) (Tag: #if i don't know how to love you; monika)
Modeus (Helltaker) (Tag: #this is the way they'd love; modeus)
Pandemonica (Helltaker) (Tag: #you should have read the fine print my friend; pandemonica)
Dawn Strider (Homestuck) (Tag: #cooler than me; dawn strider)
Jade Harley (Homestuck) (Tag: #what can i say when the truth comes out; jade harley)
Dirk Strider (Homestuck) (Tag: #how many milligrams of you are still left in there?; dirk strider)
Hal Strider (Homestuck) (Tag: #and a very big steam powered giraffe with smokes; hal)
Davesprite (Homestuck) (Tag: #i know who you pretend i am; davesprite)
Davepetasprite^2 (Homestuck) (Tag: #doesn't this have a name?; davepeta)
Sollux Captor (Homestuck) (Tag: #doctor could you run another test?; sollux captor)
Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) (Tag: #vampire vampire; kanaya maryam)
Vriska Serket (Homestuck) (Tag: #but i ain't done a fucking thing to you; vriska serket)
Eridan Ampora (Homestuck)
Feferi Peixes (Homestuck)
Nepeta Leijon (Homestuck)
Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)
Beta Kankri Vantas/The Signless (Homestuck)
Porrim Maryam (Homestuck)
Latula Pyrope (Homestuck)
Aranea Serket (Homestuck)
Kurloz Makara (Homestuck)
Jade Strider (Homestuck- Jade Harley Dave Ways)
Roxy Crocker (Homestuck- Roxy Lalonde Jane Ways)
Feferi Maryam (Homestuck- Feferi Peixes Porrim Ways)
Nepeta Captor (Homestuck- Nepeta Leijon Mituna Ways)
Callie Oohpee (Homestuck- Troll Au)
Power (Chainsaw Man)
Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece)
Sanji (One Piece)
Najimi Osana (Komi Can't Communicate)
Omoharu Nakanaka (Komi Can't Communicate)
GLaDOS (Portal) (Tag: #now i only want you gone; glados)
Lindsay (Total Drama)
Gwen (Total Drama)
Ella (Total Drama)
Julia (Total Drama)
Scary Girl (Total Drama)
Wilford Warfstache (Markiplier Cinematic Universe)
Wally Darling (Welcome Home)
Maggie (Hazbin Hotel)
Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)
Rosie (Hazbin Hotel)
Carmilla Carmine (Hazbin Hotel)
Lute (Hazbin Hotel)
Angel Gabby (Angel Hare)
Pest (Regretevator)
Lampert (Regretevator)
Mach (Regretevator)
Falin Touden (Dungeon Meshi)
Doorwoman (That's Not My Neighbor)
Heather Chandler (Heathers: The Musical)
Nene (Pico School/Friday Night Funkin')
Serial Designation J (Murder Drones)
Serial Designation N (Murder Drones)
Doll (Murder Drones)
Tessa James Elliot (Murder Drones)
Son Goku (Dragon Ball)
Son Gohan (Dragon Ball)
Ivy (Lackadaisy)
Mitzi (Lackadaisy)
Zora Salazar (Epithet Erased)
Susie Campbell/Alice Angel (BATIM)
Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)
Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney)
Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia)
Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)
Joy (Inside Out)
Logan Sanders (Sanders Sides)
Janus Sanders (Sanders Sides)
Loop (In Stars and Time)
Kim Kitsugari (Disco Elysium)
Ryomen Sukuna (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Hana Kurusu (Jujutsu Kaisen)
10 notes · View notes
morpheussons · 10 months ago
Text
Nora and me
Tumblr media
Trigger warning: sexual content, drugs
Nora is a peasant disguised as a genius princess. We met some months ago in a club, waiting in line next to the toilets for, well, you know, not the toilet and ended up in the same cubicle. We didn't leave each others' side for 48h. She looked ravishing and hotter than a Thai super chile.
I think I can generalize the way Nora's body is shaped and apply it to her personality. There has to be a correlation between character and body shape. Everything about her is focused, sharp, pointy, directional, intentional and loaded with energy. The same goes for the shape of her anus, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the sheer force of her farts. She could fart so vehemently that you felt the sofa trembling sitting next to her. Once, at a home party, she sat on the kitchen table, sipping a mixture of alcohol and some unidentified liquids, obviously drunk, and farted so powerful through her glittery dress that the MDMA, carefully presented on the mirror, scattered all over the table surface. The gays went crazy. Keep her ass away from the drugs. I mean, literally.
Also, her intelligence, movements, jokes, her drunk gaze and semi-articulated speech pinch the atmosphere as an embroidery of filth and decadence. She's in fashion of course, earning shitloads of money by judging young designers and models while floating in the rush of drugs and low self-esteem. Because although she looks fabulous and hip, in an unguarded moment you can see the depths of self-loathing and despair in her eyes. She embodies and owns it, wears them as a sad trophy, a weakness leveled up to an admirable feature. 
According to Nora, the eyes tell everything: they luxuriate, they shine, they "profoundalize" and deepen like rubies, they make the outfit shine and not vice versa, and will move the attention to the places that matter most. When you treat your eyes like jewels, the crowd looks where you are looking, your eyes will suck their attention and everyone will succumb to the radiating power. Being looked at is being seduced, it’s Nora acknowledging the worth of you existing. There is so much in her gaze and people want to be part of all that, be part of the world she’s looking at, part of her attention and life. There's no diamond that can compete with Nora's finely-honed eyes, and no money can buy the little time she takes interest in you. 
Nora and me are a bad combo, we ignite the worst parts of each other, two drinks of alcohol and combustion happens in our brains, spilling indecencies like pouring champagne over a tower of crystal glasses. Once the lid is off, we sparkle vigorously. In an instant, everyone is affected. It’s a bush wildfire, everyone turns flammable by our contagious energy and the madness spreads like chlamydia in a circuit gay afterparty. Things happen there, and me loosing my glasses at an orgy is the least worrisome. Since I moved to the capital, this is my 5th pair. I really have bad eyesight, so the moments my judgement was impaired by blurry human bodies, I sucked too many questionable dicks attached to even more questionable body parts. I frequently asked her not to bring her dealer home. Last time we ended up sucking his dick in the bathroom and it was terrible. After that little adventure I had to talk to my team of therapists, main conclusion: it's not me, it's my trauma. That's a broad concept though, am I referring also to that time the police broke my front door because I'm queer, or to my precious childhood memory of my dad jerking off on my little brother's face and made me watch? But enough about me.
I don't know when she sleeps or if she even dares to. Her brains processing her lifestyle every night must be like Sisyphus rolling 3 rocks at the same time, considering the amount of drama and intrigue she collects on her way to the next shoot in Paris or Rome. I love her deeply and I cast myself as the safe haven in her escapades, not that there's much left of safety once the drugs kick in and my mind goes berserk. She has a same ‘me’-person in every city she roams, from Sarajevo to Shanghai, and I truly feel them gays, tumbling around in her slipstream while she passes through their lives as an intoxicated fighter jet.
The best talk we ever had was under a living room table at 4 a.m., trying to recover the dropped bag of 3MMC by sniffing it off the floor, between the crumbles of garlic bread and Tuscany olives. "I miss my dad", she said, staring at the purple high heels, tapping the floor nervously just in front of us. I don't want to know how that triggered the memory of her father, but her voice was sincere and raw. I wiped away some white powder and crumbles from under my nose and asked where he was right now. “He's dead”, she said. “Somewhere in a mass grave in Serbia, I don't know”. “Ok”, I mumbled, “that's a mood killer”. Normally that would cheer her up, but the way this hurt animal lifted her head from the floor and looked at me, nope, not this time. ‘So rude', she said. 'You're shit and you know it' and she pushed me but fell on her side while trying and bumped her head to the table leg. “You fucker”. That was it, really. Nothing more. Or I don't remember anymore. She then rolled over to the sofa, climbing it while violently pushing away two guys making out. I sat there for 10 more minutes, trying to make sense of her dead father and how she became this person, before making my way through the dance floor towards the toilet. On hands and knees, meanwhile being petted, sat on, hit, pushed and stomped. When I finally reached the toilet, I stared into the dark water and blacked out.
I woke up under the sofa some 18h later, and Nora was already on a mission to Amsterdam. I only received some nonsensical text messages later that evening, meaning she was probably doing ok.
2 notes · View notes
imjustabeanie · 9 months ago
Note
hi Hun! this is for the matchups trade, sorry I submitted it pretty late I just wanted to get yours done first so I wouldn't end up forgetting!
appearance: I'm 5'7 my hair is dyed half black and the other a faded purple i love to dye my hair a lot so I make sure to keep it as healthy as I can. I have 4 piercings one on my tounge, my snake bites, and a septum and id love to get more! i have a alternative style of clothing wearing mostly all black, fishnets, skirts (i hope you get what i mean)
personality: i hold a rbf a bunch but i can be very excited when i see little things I enjoy. i collect many different things from many different franchises.
im shy when i first meet people and tend to surround myself around those who talk alot to make up for the fact that i dont. im quiet and im very reserved so most people dont know much of what i like or collect until i get comfortable with them however once im comfortable i quickly let that melt away and i show more of my true colors. i also tend to be a mom friend, i like that people trust me enough to ask me for help.
i really don't like people who re disrespectful, however i take it my ainxiety wont let me confront people or speak up for myself. i also dont like people who see themselves as better or who are extremely judgmental
Hi! Once again I am very sorry for the delay... I took a week to write because I am again sick so yeah...sorry and I hope you like it! I tried to include every detail so my bad if it's short
Without further delay your JJBA match is....Josuke!
Okay so it was pretty close with well…mista but honestly I think Josuke is a more suitable match
First of all, you and josuke are both pretty stylish. He would love to help you dye your hair and probably has ton of hair care advices to share with you. I can also see him tryingto subtly match your style when he can. Also I think both of you are classmates and you were involved in the whole Kira quest then he asked you out.
When you said you preferred to be surrounded by extraverted people I immediately thought of the Crazy Diamond squad. They’re quite adventurous and loud but there are both introverted people and extraverted people in it so you’d fit very well in!
At first, Josuke would be friendly and wouldn’t interact much because he thinks you like to keep for yourself. But when you get comfortable and start opening up to the group he’d speak to you way more often. Despite wanting to be a nurse, Josuke gets hurt often. Since you’re a mom friend you’ll probably help him out when he is hurt which is something he appreciates and gets shy about sometimes. You’d quickly become someone he can depend on and he’d go to you first when he has a problem. He would also really enjoy it if you trusted him and confided in him too.
You can’t convince me that someone like josuke doesn’t collect things (I mean it’s difficult not to in the 90s). He’s the type of boyfriend to work very hard to buy you something collector or spoil you. He loves surprising you with dates as I think his love language is mostly acts and words.
I think I covered everything. I don’t see much problems arising because Josuke is respectful and will communicate if he has an issue.
Hope you ain't disappointed!
0 notes
shelbystales · 3 years ago
Text
Honor and Blood - Part Eight
Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist
Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 -
Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.
Have in mind that this story happens in season 1 and the beef the Shelbys had with the Lees was solved before Tommy got the guns.
Warning: Swearing,
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes
︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵
"Dad!" you yelled running towards him.
He smiled as soon as he saw you and opened his arms to hug you.
"Hi sweetie" he said hugging you tight "how are you?"
"I'm good" you kissed his cheek ending the hug
"Dad was telling me about the trip y/n. He's had some crazy adventures" Patrick said sipping the liquid in his mug as he sat in front of his dad's caravan door
"Serious?" you asked surprise "what happened?"
"I'll tell you everythinglater. now that you two are here, I brought gifts" he said smiling.
You smiled happily and gave a little jump of joy "yay! I love gifts!"
"I'll get it and then I'll tell you all about the trip" he said and clapped his hands together as he entered the caravan dodging your brother as he entered.
You were so happy to finally have him home again. You had missed him so much. Growing up you were so close. He feed your dreams and ambitions. Taught you everything you now know. Your brother always said you're daddy's girl… and honestly, you are. You have a pretty special relationship with him.
He walked out of the caravan carrying a small red bag and a small black box.
"This is for you," he gave the box to Rick "and this is for you" he gave the little red bag to you.
"Thank you, Dad," you said opening your present and revealing many stones that looked like rubies, sapphires, and many others but you were surprised to see one rock in particular that you thought were diamonds "dad?" you questioned confused as you showed him the stones on top of your palm.
Then you looked at your brother and saw that he was holding a gold pocket watch that must have cost a fortune too. He looked as confused as you. You two never had expensive things and never cared about it.
"You two have to look good for the shop, hm?" he said smiling "You can take this to your aunt and she can make you some beautiful jewelry," he said helping you put the stones back in the bag "you put this on with a nice suit and you will be the most respectable man in the room," he said leaning over to talk to your brother pointing at the watch.
You smiled shyly, feeling a little uncomfortable "Do we really need this?" you asked
"No, you don't need that, honey… but we have to make a good impression, yes? Remember what I taught you" he said in his thick romani accent
"Of course" you forced a smile
"Now come on, I'm starving!" he said walking to the central tent of the camp, where food was prepared and meals took place.
Everyone gathered around as he told stories about his trip. He was a good storyteller. He said he encountered a group of wild gypsies with wild animals from tigers to parrots on the way and they traveled together to their destination.
Lies, you thought, he liked to add impressive details to stories, but no one would dare say Duke Sinclair was lying, even though everyone knew but the child sitting around the table seemed enthralled by the story, finding it all magical. You could see their watchful eyes twinkling as your father spoke. You smiled to yourself and looked at your brother, the two of you used to listen like them. The best time of the day for you when you were kids was when he would sit with you two around the firepit and tell you stories until you both fell asleep
"So, update me," he told you once the story came to an end and you were alone with him and your brother.
"Well the store is doing well" you smiled "I made some arrangements to keep the goods through the winter" you took the pitcher of water in front of him and poured yourself, after a sip you continued "we are having steady sales, at least one tapestry and so much jewelry. Especially on Mondays" you laughed and he looked at you confused "You know I believe the fact that the Garrison is less than five minutes walk from our shop helped. Guilty men buying gifts for their wifes afterward a long weekend of good binge"
"Ha!" your father exhaled "nice to hear that" he chuckled adorably.
"Either that or they just love their wives so much" your brother added sarcastically making you smile "Speaking of wives… Dad, Y/N has a new boyfriend"
You coughed surprised at his words "what do housewives have to do with that?" you asked annoyed and he smiled
"The fact that you'll be one soon" he mocked and you rolled your eyes
"Over my dead body I'll" you scoffed
Your father looked at you and asked with a smile "is he a good man?"
"No," your brother said before you could respond "but he's a gypsy".
"Fuck off, Rick" you warned at him
"Ey, son, why don't you go on and take Taffee and Dawn for a walk? Let me speak to your sister" he said easing the conversation and your brother nodded standing from the table.
You shot him a deadly look as he walked out, he had no right to give your father the news. It was your life, your relationship you were the one that had to tell him and in your time… not rushed like this. You wanted to first present your dad to Thomas, then at some point announce the news… Sometimes you believed your brother was still five years old and stuck in time.
"Starting off, dad, he's not my boyfriend," you said and he smiled.
You loved when your dad smiled, but his volumed red beard made it so hard to see it, he definitely needed to have it trimmed.
"What's his name, honey?" he asked and you breathed in deeply
"Well he helped me with the shop, you know… he was the one that found it and gave us a preettyyy goood price for it," you said trying to ease the conversation "and he kept checking in, you know… helping us. And he has a pretty good relationship with his family, I guess… well, all he does it's for their good and-"
"Y/n" he interrupted you taking your hand "what's his name?"
"Tommy, Thomas Shelby," you said and you could see the concern in his eyes, and the excruciating sound of his deep breathing made it all worse "he's not a bad man, dad"
"I'll decide that when I meet him," he said evasively. You nodded wondering what he was thinking, he was looking blankly at his hands on yours. And out of nowhere he spoke "could you not just fall for a bakery man?" and you both laughed
"Do you really think a baker is a good match for me dad?" you asked smiling and he denied it with his head
"Take care of yourself, because as much as he says he cares… you're not his priority…" he scowled gently pointing his finger at you as he was teaching you a lesson "… at least not until there's a ring on your hand or a baby in your wound"
"Two things that won't happen so soon," you said and he nodded
"It better not, you deserve a chance to regret and walk away if you decide to," he said and you smiled "Both things take that choice away"
"Yeah" you nodded "I hope that I won't have to take that choice" you admitted
"So there're feelings already?" he asked a bit surprised
"I guess," you said shyly
"hm" he mumbled thoughtfully
"Well, changing the subject… Billy Kimber wants a word with you" you announced
"What? The fuck that bastard wants now?" he grunted "He came to you?" You could see he was annoyed, angry even
"He did. At the shop" you said "dad, what does he want?"
"I don't know Y/N… but whatever it is… it won't be good," he said
"Yeah… you should know he invited me to a party?" you said
"He did? You better not go" he said standing up.
"Where are you going?" you asked
"To see that stinking man," he said walking away.
"You want me to go?" you asked following him
"No," he said
Walking across the camp with him, you could tell by the way he was behaving that there was more to their story. As he got on the horse he looked at you and smiled
"don't worry, I'll be back soon" he said riding off.
"Where did dad go?" your brother asked behind you
You turned to him and pushed him "You had no fucking right!" you said angrily
"Woah Y/N! he would eventually find out! I just gave you a tiny push. Was he mad?" he said with joy in his voice finding it all amusing.
"Fuck you," you said and walked away.
You loved your brother but sometimes he got to you. Like today you felt you could easily beat him up without remorse. But you assumed that that's how a brother and sister relationship is, a balance between love and hate.
You took Taaffe and Dawn and walked into your caravan. They quickly jumped on top of your bed bitting each other and playing. You smiled and sat at the tiny table to study.
--/--
You were so focused on your study that you lost track of time. After maybe four hours, when you finally looked up at your small window, you noticed that the sun was setting and the owls were starting to sing to the moon.
Taaffe was sleeping beside you and Dawn was on top of the bed. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and got up silently trying not to wake them both up, but their super ears can't be fooled, they soon got up and started playing inside the caravan again.
Afraid of them destroying everything you opened the door and let them out.
Curious about your father's whereabouts, you went looking for him. You were relieved to see that his horse was back, so he was probably out there.
the pleasant smell of dinner was already filling the air, indicating that it was time to stop working and get together to eat. The fire was already lit and the children were already sitting next to it, waiting to be fed.
You saw your father talking to your aunt Hester, approaching them you were greeted with warm smiles and a hug from your aunt.
"Your father told me he got you some pretty stones" she said and you nodded smiling
"Some, I'll give you them tomorrow" you said
"beauty! You just want earrings, right? I know that no matter how wonderful the necklace is, you never take this necklace off your neck" she said holding the emerald stone around your neck. You smiled and nodded, the necklace in question was your mother's and since her death you've never taken it off.
"Well you know me" you smiled "but maybe having a different one would be nice"
"Of course" she smiled "well, my business here with your father is over. See you soon, today's soup is sausage" she caressed her belly delighting in the idea and left
"What did he want?" you asked
He smiled "do you have a nice dress?" he asked and you looked at him confused
"What?"
"It seems we are goin to that party after all" he said and you frowned
"What made you change your mind?" you asked curiously and he took a deep breath looking at the floor
"He needs me to do something for him" he explained
"But I thought you stopped working for him, Dad" you said
"I did, but he's not a man who usually takes no" he explained "he threatened to destroy the store, y/n"
"motherfucker" you cursed angrily
he laughed "yes, he is… a real one. But we can't just get carried away by emotions, can we? We do what we need to do and then we leave"
"Yeah, we leave, but then when he wants he whistles you come back running and ready to serve like a good dog?" you asked annoyed
"Y/N, it's not my fault" he said annoyed
"No, it's my fault" you said ironically
he took a deep breath "you don't have to worry about a thing. Mind the store and let me handle him"
"As if I had a choice" you grumbled
Tag List: @abbygraceasd  @tsnelf7  @blyanyan  @thecrazytealady  @chaoticevilbakugo  @mestiza003  @itsmadamehydra  @captivatedbycillianmurphy  @faatxma  @onlydeadcells @l1-l4 @hellstears @randomfanfics02 @literishdegree99 @watersquirtpewpewboomm @hellstears
Want to get tagged? Click here
263 notes · View notes
hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years ago
Text
Hybrid Y/N
multiple x creeperhybrid!reader
warnings: creeper explosions, revival for wilbur
note: y/n is genderneutral, also i had fun making this one today. should i make a main taglist, excluding series
Sapnap
ohhh, hybrid trouble😏
literally chaos, like sapnap x god!reader, watch out, because you will never know when you purposely, with sap, tries to explode a monument or building with some significant purpose
literally peas in a pod
no one can never see sapnap without you tagging along with him
Dreamwastaken
you guys are the duo who everyone avoids
crazy squared
you got it, he tries to get you angry or just wants to make your current emotion really big so you can blow up something that he hates, maybe like a sign saying he's a homeless teletubby, something like that
spoils you to no end
Wilbur Soot
hmm, why does he praise you?
seriously, same thing with god!reader, he praises you until there isn't any praises left, but it never runs out so it’s endless, infinity, domain expansion
(sorry got into the wrong fandom there hehehe)
after he got revived, he definitely convinces you to join him and tommy on their little adventure
he gives you stone, yes, just stone, because to him that represents love and affection, please give him a hug
Karl Jacobs
one of the most adorable duos in the entire universe
definitely asks you to blow up some land so he can build stuff
instead of him spoiling you, YOU spoil him
like, he's so adorable ☺️
sometimes you guys do trades, like you blow up something, in exchange for a few diamond blocks or something more significant
Quackity
he spoils you definitely
asks you to help build las nevadas with him
speaking of las nevadas, he probably gives you a job, maybe managing the casino?
he definitely comes to you for things, like redstone, pistons, because damnn he is kinda broke
Dream XD
he gives you unnecessary things from time to time
literally praises you for the weirdest things
basically like, "oh congrats, it's your birthday, let me give you some bedrock."
that's just not all
he will literally try to charge you up, so when someone touches you, you'll explode, it's kinda weird but endearing, sometimes you wanna smack him for that though :/
Georgenotfound
why do you guys sleep a lot?
like damn, do something for once
when you got roped into george's shenanigans, you would have never thought you would just sleep
it's only sleep, no wars, no nothing
calmest duo
Tommyinnit
this is probably the most chaotic duo i have ever seen, and i have seen a bunch
when there is lightning outside, you will get anything iron, whether it is a shovel/spoon, sword, helmet, etc, and raise it up in the air and pretend your zeus
like bitch, why
and then in the sidelines, there just tommy watching what happens, but do you wanna know what did happen?
you got charged up, and then you ran towards tommy and exploded
thank goodness he didn't lose a canon life, but he did get really injured
Tubbo
helps maintain his bees
you accidentally kill some :(
you babysit the beautiful baby piglin michael when tubbo and ranboo are off somewhere
he adores you to no end
like he has so many favors to give to you since you have done a lot for him
he feels like you are siblings
Ranboo
helps him with his enderwalk ✅
helps him remember important things ✅
why is the duo so precious, i don’t know
you’re conditioned to be friends with phil and techno
you both are main characters
Awesamdude
ooh, two creeper hybrids, wow, such a great team!
god!reader and creeperhybrid!reader have a thing in common, which is you help him with the prison
he literally got you a trident and a crown, ✨best friends✨
thank you so much, besto friendo (if you know where that is from, i love you!)
also you help each other out with explosions and stuff
and just in general keep each other in check
i will say this again, you both are gods at redstone, dont flipping test me
Philza Minecraft
protects you from any harm
dadza is poggers 👍
when you explode because of something that made you pissed, you best know that he will be right next to you
he’s automatically ready to be a therapist
you have to be close to techno, no ifs or buts
Technoblade
gives you the good stuff 😏
and when i mean the good stuff, the GOOD stuff :)
he will give you endless things, including but not limited to, bedrock, diamond blocks, netherite, gold, enchanting books, and also his crown and his cape
when you accidentally catch a storm, and you get charged and explode, he will rap you up in his fluffy cape, but then that just makes more electricity, and therefore, more explosions
that’s not cool y/n :(
Badboyhalo
back in the dinosaur days, you guys were cute little muffins
aesthetic: puppies favorite food: muffins and cookies
why is this also a cute team, like whyyy
pressuring bad to be closer to sapnap ✅
we aren’t going to that point though
Punz
“hey you want some food?”
“sure y/n, and while your at it, let me give you some jewelry.”
him filling your pockets with rings, necklaces, bracelets, just basically anything that is shiny and decorative on the human body
them being a mercenary back in the olden days really paid off, now they has the money to give you the ✨world✨
i want someone like that
874 notes · View notes
thesunicarusfellfor · 4 years ago
Note
WAIT WAIT— what if 👀 what if Yandere!Tubbo and Yandere!Tommy falling for the reader at the same time
BROO— THE ANGST POSSIBILITIES
ooooooOOOOO DAMN this one is gonna be good! I love the way you think! So I wrote this as headcanons, but I will write this as an actual story if requested. ^^
This is not exactly implied romantic??? I'm still scared about writing their characters as directly romantic????? I'll probably get braver about it but still lowkey worried.
Yandere!C!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic
Tommy, at first, completely denied even acknowledging your existence.
Until he saw someone interact with you.
Then he would start pulling out his sword or glaring at them from across the room.
He would definitely pin them in an alleyway and threaten every single one of their canon lives.
Tommy, please. Niki was just trying to give you cookies.
He's the kind of Yandere that would greatly keep his distance both physically, emotionally and mentally. Basically, he would be a Tsundere Yandere.
Tubbo, on the other hand, would be extremely sweet to you.
Need netherite? He had an extra few ingots ready in his pockets!
Interacting with someone who wasn't him? Was he not good enough for you??? Fine. You don't deserve him.
He would cry to you and make you feel guilty OR completely ignore you for a week straight until you come crawling back to him and apologizing.
Straight up can flip emotions like a switch.
The first time either of them realized the other liked you as well, was when they were listening to Mellohi on their bench, watching the sunset when they saw you having a conversation with Ranboo at the bottom of the cliff.
"What're they doing talking to him?" Tommy growled lowly and leaned forward to glared at the enderman who was talking to you. He reached for his bow n' arrow before Tubbo grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks, "What? I don't want them talking to anyone but me."
"What do you mean 'anyone but you'?! You avoid them like they're a virus!" Tubbo stared at him, digging his fingers into Tommy's bicep a small bit to show his anger a bit more, "They should only be talking to me."
The blond turned towards his brunet friend and yanked his arm out of his grasp, "Excuse me?" He glared into Tubbo's dull blue eyes, gritting his teeth, "You do nothing but give them stuff!"
"And you treat them like shit and avoid them!" The smaller of the two retorted angrily, trying to keep his tone level enough to where you didn't hear.
Mellohi, the music that had been playing mere moments ago, slowly came to a stop and left nothing but silence and tension in the air. You had noticed them arguing from below, but Ranboo (who had heard their entire argument) decided to pull you away from them and bring you to the Tundra.
"Are you trying to take everything from me?!" Tommy tightened his grip on his diamond sword, although part of him knew that if Tubbo equipped his netherite armour, there would be absolutely no competition whatsoever.
"Take things from you?! They're a human being and you choose to ignore that fact when you ignore them or call them terrible names!"
"I treat everyone like that! You already have Ranboo, I don't understand why you're chasing after them with hearts in your eyes when you're fuckin' married! Loyal much! Oh wait, you aren't loyal, you EXILED ME!"
"It's platonic! I told you that already! And you're starting this again now, Tommy?!"
Ranboo actually felt nervous leaving you alone around both Tommy AND/OR Tubbo after hearing their entire argument that day.
Tommy, although now a lot nicer, became extremely clingy towards you and constantly would walk over and drag you away mid-conversation with anyone that wasn't him. ESPECIALLY if you were talking to Tubbo.
Man would bring you everywhere with him if you would let him.
Netherite mining? Get your pick.
To get new discs? Pack your bags, we're going on an adventure.
Straight up does everything he can do to get you away from Tubbo because he's petty.
He tried giving you as many gifts as Tubbo, but mans is broke.
Tubbo would get extremely annoyed by Tommy even just walking through the area when he was with you.
Would start to hold your hand or link arms with you (if you're comfortable), just so Tommy couldn't pull you away as easily.
Started to try guilt-tripping you into living in Snowchester, and even tried to get you to live in the mansion.
Ranboo actually lied to Tubbo, saying he was scared of enderwalking and hurting you, to convince Tubbo not to guilt-trip you further into living in the mansion.
Tubbo's constant gift-giving got so much more extreme.
Want netherite ingots to make armour?
Nope. No lifting a finger.
He already made you fully enchanted netherite god armour anyway.
Has definitely tried to convince Ranboo to let him involve you in the platonic marriage.
"Ranboo! My beloved!" Tubbo called jokingly, walking into their home. He kicked the snow on his boots before pulling down his hood and taking off his hat, hanging it on the hook as he took off his footwear, "I have a proposition for you!"
The monochrome-coloured man lifted his head and set down the journal in his hand, the ink likely still wet judging by the quill in his hand, "Yeah? What's that?" He placed the feathered pen in the pot of ink and turned to face his platonic husband.
"What would you say to extending our marriage to three people? Like a polyamorous relationship. Like Sapnap, Karl and Big Q?" Tubbo sat down in the chair beside him, watching as Ranboo was left reeling for a few seconds.
"W-well, one, I think you mean expanding. Two, with who?!" The tall male sat up quickly, bumping his leg on the table from his minor flailing, "A-and, and, what about Michael? Are you sure they can be trusted with him?"
Tubbo held out his hand to calm his friend down, making his friend put his hands down so he didn't accidentally hit something, "You know what I meant, and (Y/n)! Y'know... Like, the one with (h/l) (h/c) hair, (tall/short)! (Y/n), them!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know who they are, it's just..." He paused to gather his words, glancing away from his friend. In all reality, he wouldn't mind inviting you into the platonic marriage, even if he knew Tubbo felt more romantic feelings towards you. He didn't shut up about it. It was the fact that he was worried about what kind of mental manipulation Tubbo would do to you if you did agree to be in the marriage. Or even what Tommy would do to you or Tubbo!
"...Just?"
'Your relationship with Tommy is beyond screwed already... Imagine what would happen if both of his friends left him to be in a platonic relationship with me. Tubbo, all of us would be in severe danger.' He thought silently before taking a breath. "I-I don't have my enderwalking state under control... I'm already scared for Michael enough, and I don't want to hurt her as well... Give it some time and we'll see. Please.." He whispered, lying through his teeth. Ranboo knew you were damn good at protecting yourself and could knock his long and lanky ass to the dirt within seconds.
Tubbo's bright shiny eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as his smile began to falter, "Ah... Yeah. I guess that makes sense. For their safety I suppose." His normal look returned and he gave him a smile, "Yeah, that does make a lot of sense. I'll ask again next month to see what happens."
"What... What about Tommy-"
"What about him?" He demanded sharply, his smile vanishing in mere seconds which caught Ranboo off guard yet again, "He doesn't need to be in their life. He would do more harm to them than good!"
Ranboo was left gaping, his mouth moving but not creating any sounds. He watched as Tubbo eyed him carefully before he got up, murmuring something about grabbing food then going to bed.
Once the goat hybrid was completely out of sight, Ranboo reached for his memory book and took the quill again.
'Protect (Y/n) from Tubbo and Tommy. Get them out of DreamSMP.'
Ranboo was scared for you.
He was stuck watching as these crazy two men fought over you, threatened you, manipulated you... It was worrying, to say the least.
Don't get him wrong. If he didn't have an adopted son, a platonic husband that he still cared about despite him being another Dream at this point, and a Syndicate to protect him from, he would've packed everything and ran, bringing you with him.
He was practically walking on eggshells around this man that he had once been extremely close to!
It practically sent shivers down his spine...
Eventually, it got to the point where Ranboo had gone to your house in the ungodly hours of the morning to talk to you.
This man LITERALLY crept into Tubbo's room AND Tommy's house to make sure they were both asleep before going to talk to you.
"Ran... Boo?" You asked, yawning softly as you leaned against the door, your hair all frizzy and messed up, "What's up? It'sssss... Like 5:30am. The sun is barely even up..."
"(Y/n)... Can we go inside? Please... There's something very wrong.." He murmured softly, his memory book tightly held in his grasp as he glanced around. Tommy could be waking up sometime soon, and he did not want to get caught talking to you. He would certainly be down a canon life before he could even say 'sorry'.
You watched the nervous man in front of you and nodded before stepping aside to let him in. Peaking outside, you looked around for what was causing him to panic but went back inside once you didn't see anything. "What's wrong?" Softening your tone, you gestured for him to sit at the table while you made coffee.
Once he had a fresh mug of coffee in front of him, Ranboo slowly began to gather his nerve and speak. He told you everything he could remember, and even opened his memory book to tell you about the things he didn't remember. Everything from the fight where Tommy and Tubbo's friendship completely went downhill a few months ago, to the threats Tubbo used against Tommy, the manipulation against you, the threats he had received by talking to you, and even Tubbo's violent mood switches when talking about you or Tommy.
The entire time, you just sat there wide-eyed as you listened to him ramble on about his fears and worries, and everything in between. He even mentioned wanting to actually divorce Tubbo because of how scared he was for you and his own life. "I don't... Not... Believe you... But this is- this is a little difficult to believe." You knew the enderman hybrid wouldn't lie about something so serious, and he definitely wouldn't be shaking like a leaf if it was a joke or a lie.
"Y-yeah, I expected that... But I really do care about your safety, honestly. You know I wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, especially about Tubbo." He murmured softly, looking at his crown laying on the table in front of him, "In all honesty, I came here this early because I was scared about Tommy trying to kill me if he saw me talking to you..."
"He wouldn't ki-"
The door slammed open dramatically and there was a cheerful shout of your name, "(Y/n)!!! Let's go mining for diamon-" Tommy walked into your kitchen, only to freeze mid-step and midfacial expression. His expression went from surprised to annoyance to a grim smile, "Hello Ranboo!" He gave him a smile that was more like baring his teeth as he twirled his axe nonchalantly.
He was going to hurt him...
1K notes · View notes
saturnsstufff · 4 years ago
Text
The Empress (pt.I)
Hello! This is a C!Technoblade X reader, however its a tad bit of a AU mixed with the dream smp, and the Smp Earth. I had heavy inspiration from ClearMiller’s Animatic on youtube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdGImEfG4Mk  (there is the link! its amazing I so I hightly recommend checking it out!)
I hope you enjoy! -Saturn
warnings: mentions blood
words: 1,317
pt.I pt.II 
Tumblr media
   "Have you herd of the Antarctic Empire?"
   The soft voice had startled you a bit. To used to the clank and ring of your hammer bouncing off the anvil. You spared him a glance to show you were aware of his presence. The question hung in the air as your father slowly shuffled through the door. The limp in his step evident. You hummed in agreement, not taking your eyes off the anvil before you. Not wishing to burn yourself or ruin your work. The Empire was the largest and most well known. Many of the people that resided there were labeled as dangerous. To this day the rumors stood that the country was built upon bloodshed. There leader, the Emperor, was the one everyone feared the very most. The glowing blade in your hand weighed heavy, keeping you mindful as you stuck the heated metal. The sheer warmth radiating from your craft had sweat beads running down your forehead, causing stray hairs to cling to your face.
   "To be fair i believe everyone has nowadays" you hit the blade again, with a stasifying "Clink" causing sparks to fly off. You worked the metal with ease, almost as if was made of clay, bending it to where you pleased.
   The elder man's eyes flickered between her and the blade. The heat from the blade, and the flames from the the forge caused a warm atmosphere. Light dancing everywhere on the stone walls, Illuminating the your face as it contorted into a thought. "Why do you ask?" You inquired. Pausing your hits on the blade as to not miss hit or possibly hit a finger. You lifted your head with a sigh, wiping the sweat from your brow, facing your father.
   "The Generals have sent a request to every small village black smith." The man ran a aged hand over his beard, as he paused. Slowly sitting on a discarded stool. No longer able to stand long due to his pain. "They would like a fine blade. Handcrafted out of the best material we have access to" he cleared his throat. You could tell he was weary of informing you. "If you choose to offer a blade, you will be payed handsomely they so said, but on the condition that its hand delivered"
   ah yes, there's the catch.
   Your face contorted briefly, "hand delivered? Are they crazy? They live in the middle of a ice cube" you scoffed. Even if the idea of good pay interested you, Your father was respectfully definitely out of commission for work. After the raid that terrorized your small village, many of the men from your village were left injured, some beyond repair. Your father although luckily alive, was one of the ones left with permanent damage. "Why don't they ask there own smiths to craft them one" you placed the blade down fully, walking to a stool by your father, figuring this is a good enough time to take a break.
   He hummed amused "well word is they don't have the resources to make said weapons, sure iron maybe, but there looking for something much stronger.". Everyone knew Diamonds were the best material you could have, however you were not from Africa, so diamonds were not as lucky. You watched him, your father wouldn't have brought this up for no reason.
   "Right" you paused trying to think of a way to ask the meaning of this conversation, ultimately just choosing to be blunt. "Why bring this up?".
   Your father rubbed his hands together, a nervous habit he possessed. " (y/n) you have a gift. No matter what material your given you pour your heart and your strength into it. Your blades are nothing short of amazing". Pride filled your heart at his words. Praise from him meant the world to you. Where your mother praised your work daily. Even if she found your craft boy-ish, your fathers praise was rare. Only voicing it when you did something truly magnificent. "I was hoping you would craft a blade and deliver it. If not for your name, do it for mine. The money would really help us." His eyes were kinder, somewhat pleading.
   "You... want me to enter a blade...?" You worded it carefully. Thinking on what he said. He gave a simple nod as a response. "You don't seriously mean.." his face in that moment said it all. He wanted you to, you didn't have to. But it was obvious the nudge was present. "Do I have time to think about it?" Your father nodded again.
   "I'll show you the letter, your choice doesn't have to be now. However, since you are of age you can freely travel, so I thought maybe it would interest you. Since young girls seem to have a knack for adventure. Again, if you do not choose to I understand." He rested a steady hand on your shoulder for reassurance.
Tumblr media
   The talk with your father had your mind restless for the next two weeks to come. After reviewing the letter, you were able to determine they would pay you to bring your crafted weapon. If your blade was made well enough they also would buy it off you for a large sum. You were torn. the money would greatly help your parents, not only that but, your village was near desolate. Depending on the sum given the money could go towards buildings and repairs. However, if you stayed you wouldn't have to leave your parents, and have to battle the climates to get your weapon there. after all that was the biggest problem you were facing. 
   Soon you made your mind up, you would craft a blade. you would craft the best blade they had ever laid their eyes on. You gathered your materials and what you deemed fit, Diamonds and Netherite. You had come across Netherite when trading for materials. The gentleman you bought them off said it was a strong material if used properly. However, he was never able to find the correct use for the strange material. Luckily a mistake you made ages ago with testing, turned out to be the correct mixture needed to make Netherite what it was claimed to be. For what you were aware no one used Netherite, for what you were going to use it for, you hoped that your new material would prove useful, and as strong as the man had claimed.
   At that you had pushed yourself and got to work. putting your literal blood, sweat, and occasional tears into this blade.
Tumblr media
   The shear weeks trying to prefect this monster of a sword had definitely taken a toll. you were tired. Yet you still had to prep and ready yourself for your long aching trip to the empire. with the blade finished, it was a pure work of art at that. The blade itself was black, the glittering of purple and a pearlescent blue danced with the light when you moved it. The hilt was just as sturdy as the blade, the handle wasn't uncomfortable, wrapped in leather and ensured for the possible long term use. You were proud. 
   You put the sword into the sheath. carefully wrapping it up in a cloth to insure it will not be damaged. from then you moved to packing. you packed clothes, and heavy ones at that, then little other things you think you may need. you genuinely had no idea how long this trip would take. 
   After talking to a nearby harbor you were able to secure a ride to the empire, with the payment of labor. so when you were ready for your trip, you lovingly said your goodbyes to your neighbors, and your parents. Your father had a hard time saying goodbye, but he also knew you would make him so very proud. with everything now set in stone you were on your way to the Antarctic Empire.
636 notes · View notes
choccy-zefirka · 2 years ago
Text
@mondhound you asked for the meaning behind Jade’s tattoos. Here it is in her own words!
My body is a kaleidoscope of shapes and colours. An endless jigsaw puzzle; a patchwork quilt pieced together out of strokes of ink: bold and fine, light and dark, wavy and angular.
Good thing that wielding dual blade is, I can use both my left and my right hand with equal ease, which means that no inch of flesh on either side of me (on the front, at least) is going to be left uncovered.
I began tattooing myself back when I lived in Orzammar. In secret, at first, adding neat little rectangles and zigzags and dots where my clothes would conceal them, because I was not sure how my father’s law-abiding Merchant caste side of the family would react to such a hobby.
Tattoos are the hallmark of the casteless, after all. Of my mother’s people. They are forced to walk with a brand of shame all their lives, shadows of dust, untouchable by respectable dwarves (unless, like my father, you are desperate for an heir and will turn to a pretty noble hunter ‘for help’). But some of them take pride in the lines etched into their skin, and expand them on purpose, adding new colours and geometrical forms till their whole body becomes a statement.
'Yes, I am casteless; you sodding sons of nugs have been trying to trample me down, to mix me into dust, but I am still standing, so eat it!’
I, on the other hand, was not really trying to make a statement. Not… Not like that. I wish I was, actually; I wish I was as bold as the casteless.
I wish I had stood up earlier, and given a good, long glare to my father, and spat all the expectations he had for his precious 'son’. And said, loud and clear,
'I am a woman, duster. Eat it’.
But I did not.
Through most of my youth, I left those words unsaid. Tucked away under my tongue, at the back of my throat like a lump that sometimes would not let me breathe.
I was too afraid of how my family, the people around me would react. My father would probably just refuse too listen, absorbed by listening to his own voice as he sang plans for my future. His merchant relatives, not too thrilled by him having taken in a noble hunter, would probably have thought me crazy, my head muddled by 'that damn brand’s foul blood’. And my mother’s kin, who were elevated in caste after I was born, would be angry and terrified, as caste is passed down from father to son and mother to daughter, and me being a daughter would have meant exile back to Dust Town for all of us.
So down my throat I pushed those words, choking on them in silence, and in the quiet of my room, I decorated my body with tattoos — which felt like the only way I could shape myself the way I wanted to. The only way I could have control over what I looked like.
But then, in my late twenties, a day finally came when the words that had so long burned at me from within burst out, loud and resounding, just like the bang of the door on my way out. I burst out of my father’s house in the Diamond Quarter and, dodging the guards with some secret tricks taught to me by a perpetually tipsy ex-casteless uncle, made it straight towards the surface.
When the initial wobbly daze passed, and I settled down in a human city , I mustered enough courage to begin inking the parts of me that everyone can see. My face. My neck. My forearms. And not just with abstract shapes, either: I have turned my skin into a chronicle of my adventures (and, since I stumbled my way into this Inquisition business, there have been many). A collection of Memories to rival the Shaperate’s, honouring the friends I have made and the journey we have all travelled together.
There is a swirly flame tongue curling round my right bicep, rising out of a twisting stream of water. A symbol of that line they say in the human Chant, about a woman who is made strong by her faith, so strong that, when she walks through fire, it touches her softly and gently, like water would. Or, well, at least that’s what I assume it means. I have felt too awkward about asking, being a supposedly heathen dwarf and all; I suspect that if I did, the Chantry ladies would have just clucked at me angrily instead of explaining.
Either way, the fire and the water stand for Cassandra. While next to them, there is a picture of a rose, with blood-like droplets oozing off its curling petals.
I found the picture of the rose in one of those botany books Dorian and Vivienne dig up for me (at odds as they often are, they both call my fascination with surface plant life 'endearing’). And I was very proud when I managed to copy it onto my skin. It symbolises Leliana, and I guess it would have been more logical to tattoo it on my other bicep, because Left and Right Hand of the Divine and all - but the spot on my left arm has already been taken by a swarm of bees, shaped like a pair of hands giving the middle finger.
This one is for Sera. She was actually there, watching me work, when I added this design to my collection of tattoos. I wanted her to stick around, to keep her thoughts occupied when she grew restless and aggressive after our blood- curdling trek through the Raw Fade. Apparently, this much walking upside down and wading through jiggly-bellied black spiders was too much even for most of the people who have dreams every night.
The middle fingers stretch out when I flex, and this never fails to make Sera howl with laughter.
And now that I have mentioned Dorian and Vivienne, my flesh Memories also include a tattoo for each of them. The latter gets a string of diamonds, trailing along the veins of my left arm, with many facets and tiny sparkles floating around them; I was very meticulous when tracing their outlines, as Madame de Fer only deserves the very best.
The former is symbolised by… no, not a snake; that would have been too predictable. His Memory is the image of the mouth of a cave, as seen from within, with stalactites and stalagmites framing it, and a little bit of crosshatching showing the floor, and tiny clouds and rainbow just barely visible outside. This tattoo is personal for both of us. We have lived our youths inside a dark cave, Dorian and I (both figuratively and literally, in my case), stumbling in the dark, and stifled by always screaming on the inside... And then, we found our exit.
I think that Dorian teared up a little when I showed the recently inked picture to him. Though that might have just been the spicy food Bull was whipping up for us.
Bull’s tattoo, in turn, shows a literal bull racing across my calf (pun… probably intended), wrecking some vague dark squares and rectangles, with a tiny cream-puff on his back. That little thing has stick-figure-like limbs, spread out gleefully, and a broad grin on its face.
I do not quite remember how that thing appeared on my leg. I think I may still have been drunk after celebrating our very first successful dragon hunt. But, ridiculous as it is, I cherish it as much as the others. Bull crouched down next to me when the dreadnought burned, the gaze of his only eye travelling to where he knew that charging beast was drawn and, nodding in silent understanding, I kicked off my muddy boot and let him take the sight of it in, until a small smile touched his lips.
Josephine’s tattoo is an intricate lace-like pattern round my ankle, retouched with golden ink. It is based on the Antivan anklets she showed me when we decided to distract ourselves from the finale of that House of Repose business by going shopping in Val Royeaux.
Whereas Varric’s encircles my other ankle. The words 'Well, shit’ written on a serpentine papyrus scroll in the most over-the- top calligraphic font I could think of. He loves it to bits, by his own admission, and has made me promise that if I ever trip up my enemies in combat, I use only this foot.
Cole, who often peers over my shoulder when I paint on the canvas of my skin, asked for a rabbit. Because 'everything is better with rabbits’.
So now there is a chubby long-eared fuzzball nestled about over my shoulder blade, 'little paws hopping, hurrying, hearing the whispers of the stories that live in your skin’.
While I made the design, I had to ask Solas to help ink it, since I read somewhere that tattooing people is a huge part of elven culture, which he knows so much about. But for some reason, he seemed disgusted, if not outright horrified by my request, almost slamming his door in my face with a sharp, slightly hoarse 'No!’. But afterwards, startled by such a crack in his usual polite reserve, I explained what my tattoos were for, and he mellowed a little. We spent the afternoon occupied by a very interesting conversation about the memories of the dwarves Solas had seen in the Fade (I especially loved the one about the casteless rising up to defend their city from the darkspawn when no-one else would), while I lay on his couch and he etched a rabbit into my back.
He proved surprisingly good at it... Though he might have cheated with a spell or something; you never know with that magicky folk. And since my other shoulder blade still had a blank spot left, I offered Solas to add a tattoo of his own, one that he thought would best represent himself, but he shook his head softly and evaded the subject, offering to draw me a lion for Cullen’s strength and courage, instead.
I agreed, especially since I had recently had to comfort the Commander in his struggle to break free from lyrium addiction, and an image like that seemed encouraging. And quite a fine lion it has turned out to be, too, with many curls in his mane, like frothing sea waves, and snatches of shattered chains flying off him in all directions.
As for Solas’ tattoo, I still do not have one. At the end of the day, body art seems like a bit of sensitive subject for him, and I would rather not hurt his feelings. He is my friend, after all.
And finally, right over my heart, there is an image of a shield, which I began working on late at night, when still caught up in the feverish flush of the kiss I shared with Blackwall. That is why the wings adorning it on either side are not really a symbol of the griffins, the ancient and noble companions of the Grey Wardens. They are meant to capture the soaring feeling that spreads inside my chest whenever I hold his gaze and he calls me the thing that a younger me would never have dreamed of being called.
'My Lady’.
That feeling is still there, even after that life-changing step he took forward on the gallows. That feeling is still there — perhaps even stronger for it, because I know what it is like, living among people who are convinced that you are someone else.
And luckily enough, when I first tattooed myself with the shield, I never really added any emblem to it. This has allowed me to fill it in after Blackwall’s judgement. With the picture of one of my absolute favourites among the weird things that happen in this vast and wondrous sky: rain clouds drawing apart, a single ray of sunlight shining through.
13 notes · View notes
crying-fantasies · 2 years ago
Text
Know that a noble heart is as strong as a diamond...
After Eyes of Heaven events...
Synopsis: In a present that was different, different choices were made, and so a different future is ahead.
Warnings: Spoilers of Eyes of Heaven, Canon divergence, character's death, the so called "good ending" (If you find my tears it's because, for me, this is how it all ended in the real show, I will die on this hill).
.
When Josuke meet you he thought that you were weird and that maybe you needed professional help.
"Why do you have canned food of your backpack?"
"If there is a necessity, just like that moment when Mister Jotaro defeated the Stand, the Sun!" He didn't understood shit.
"Okay, why do you need a set of knifes?"
"For the moment I need to bet my soul and the souls of my loved ones in order to save the world"
"???"
He didn't understand you in the slightest.
Jotaro told him that you were kind of hard to get along, a person that preferred their family and people that was near in order to feel secure.
Maybe that was the reason that nobody told you that he was in reality the son of Joseph Joestar, a child born out of the marriage, and he didn't want to tell you at least you asked.
But things didn't go his way.
Your book proved to be of importance, a big help, but it was also a big problem in many occasions.
"When someone have a Stand, it's strong, the stand is sentient or more than one at a time it means that they will attract way more Stand users near" you were reading in calm, passing the ñges of the red book without a care.
"Then get out of here in this moment!" You attracted way too many Stand users, it helped, or course, but you were in danger all the time, Josuke only needed to take his eyes out if you and you would be on the verge of being attacked by something.
He now understood why Jotaro was so adamant in saying that you should be guarded.
"Good grief, sometimes they make me remember of Polnareff..."
"Who?"
"Oh! Let me tell you, Jean Pierre Polnareff is...!" Your excitement about Jotaro's old adventures and companions was notorious.
Josuke didn't knew how to approach you, always running to the danger but defending yourself using your book as a shield, and it kind of left him feeling like an outsider to you, who kept making friends, you talked to Okuyasu and Koichi with a normal tone, even with Yukako when she wasn't trying to terrorize you! Why did you always looked at him like that when he tried to talk to you? Like you were expecting something from him.
He kind of understood when you left him read the red book.
"Since a few generations there is a Joestar, and that Joestar has a person of my family that helps them" you recited like a story teller, you looked at him with a sparkling light in your eyes, "and now I'm here for you Josuke" you sounded so solemn, the sun hiding in the horizon behind you didn't help, your hair going with the gentle breeze while reciting such a promise.
"But maybe it isn't true, like, I mean, you shouldn't believe everything that is written there, it even talks about vampires, who can believe that?"
Of course, he ruined the moment and your mood because your Stand appeared out of thin air to try to hit him, he was quite sure that he would be knocked out with a bad black eye if it wasn't for Crazy Diamond.
You didn't talk to him for a few minutes but then you were your usual self fast.
"I'm sorry for reacting like that, Josuke"
"You cool down fast, uh?"
When he told his grandpa about it he laughed, telling him that the Higashikata men often said stupid things in front of the person they liked.
"I just meet them, there is no way!" His grandpa just kept laughing, taking a drink to his liquor.
"That's what I said when your great great grandpa told me the same, and I married your grandma the next year!" And then his mother peeked from the kitchen.
"Our Josuke is a big boy now, he even likes someone!"
"Shut up you two!"
"How dare you talk like that to your mother!" His mom scolded him while his grandpa was just smiling.
Then he told his father about your reaction and he also laughed "Those Zeppelin genes! I swear, that family sure is proud about themselves" and then told him of the time that he did something similar with your grandfather, but his old man wasn't fast enough and got hit.
That was karma, he guessed.
Then Josuke tried a different approach, "Why don't we keep looking for the crazy man that has Okuyasu's brother arrow? Maybe he will thank us after being discharged from the hospital or-" he didn't needed to lure you more, taking his arm in your hand to guide him to where you thought the enemy was.
His cheeks were pink when he saw your fingers on his arm, he put a reminder that the next time that the two of you would go looking for the enemy he would use a short sleeve shirt.
"Why is it that everyone is having someone while I remain single?!"
Okuyasu would cry more often and now the one to give him a napkin was Koichi or Shigechi because Josuke was in the clouds, with his eyes lost in the nothing, remembering your endless rambling about things that the Joestar family did and basically saving the world, but Josuke only thought about your happy and excited face while talking about something that you liked.
"Higashikata, read the next paragraph"
"..."
"Higashikata!"
Maybe he would start to re consider that he liked you.
And then he re-considered it when your elder sibling came to the town, to say that they were intimidating was little with all those scars, a big contrast with the little and cute girl attached to their hand.
"Papa!" said girl shouted out loud while running to the stoic Jotaro who smiled, it gave him shivers.
"Wait a second, don't tell me Jotaro-san has a kid with your elder sibling"
"No, they don't, they just got Jolyne here to see Mister Jotaro because her mom is still in America due to job" you answered calmly while Josuke almost stopped working hearing that Jotaro was married and had a kid, even seeing said kid didn't feel real.
But Jolyne was cute and she would always try to touch his hair, Josuke had to keep calm while she did so but you would reward him in some way.
Like that time.
"By the way, Josuke" you stopped him in one of your research for enemies, you stopped next to a house, "you told me that someone helped you when you were a kid, right?"
"Yes?" he didn't knew why you were asking, without noticing he touched his hair.
"In the town of Morioh, you walked next to the house of the Kawajiri family, Kawajiri Kosaku, Kawajiri Shinobu and their son Kawajiri Hayato" you read your book, looking at the house next to you.
"So?"
"Kawajiri Kosaku, who in his youth helped Higashikata Tomoko and Higashikata Josuke when the later was down with a high fever in the middle of a blizzard"
At the next day all the Higashikata family was at the same house to bring gifts that the shy man that was Kosaku didn't expect in the slightest but that his wife Shinobu was elated to get, know and hear that her husband was the young hero of a family, Josuke's mother promised a barbecue party in the weekend to celebrate while Shinobu was asking her husband why he didn't say anything before.
"I gave up my search a long time ago, I can't believe that I finally found him" it was already weekend and while Tomoko was still pouring liquor on Kosaku's glass you two were in the way to his room, talking quietly.
"I'm happy to be of use" you tried to enter but Josuke used his hand to close it, his figure above you "is this what is called 'the kabedon'?"
"What? No!" He was red again, for once he wished that he could have heard his mother and cleaned his room earlier, but how was he supposed to know that the person that he liked was going to enter there?
Seen his discomfort you passed his door without more importance, returning yet again to the backyard where everyone was having fun.
And then there was his old man.
"I'm telling you, Josuke, you don't find a person like that very often" for once he sounded sane enough to know of what he was talking about after reciting for the second time in the day the same story of his youth to you, "also, wouldn't it be cute if you two had kids together?"
"Stop saying that!"
After all the incident with Kira and his inevitable death, everyone finally found peace, but not you.
"Maybe I didn't understood it like I was supposed to" you were holding the red book in your arms against you, looking at the ocean in front of you, "Shigechi almost got killed, Mister Kosaku and Miss Aya too, now that I have that in mind I realize the fear of loosing someone"
The idea of death, of loosing someone, Josuke now understood the weight of it, he almost lost his grandfather and in some way he killed Akira and Angelo.
"If we can keep protecting the ones that are dear to us I believe that this town can be a better place" now it was Josuke who had the sun behind him with a solemn oath on his words, "now I know that there are strange things in this world, just like the Stand, users many are harmful, others are friends and others would not even care about us, in case that it would be the first option I will fight and maintain this place's peace"
Oh wow, now you were the one that felt strange, the contrast was that when this happened to Josuke he said stupid things, you didn't even thought twice before grabbing him by the collar and kiss him, hard, almost making out on that hill, but you were too forward and when Josuke noticed the metallic flavor in his tongue you already had a small bruise on your lips.
"In any case Crazy Diamond was able to heal me" you were telling him while he had his face hidden from you on his hands, "don't feel bad"
"Don't look at me now, I'm so embarrassed!"
"What's the problem? Don't tell me that it was your first kiss"
"... It wasn't" he curved his body away from you, as far as possible, he was walking in a weird pose.
"Then?"
"..."
"... Josuke, could it be that you are hard-?"
He tried to fled home with his face covered by one if his hands and the other putting his mathematics book where he needed it.
To say that you caught him with his guard down was an understatement.
"Then I will get going" you took your things after an entire afternoon of helping him with his English homework.
"Sorry again for the trouble" he was embarrassed again, if it was on him he would never let you see his lacking points, but he admitted that having you on his bedroom felt nice.
"Oh, you are going now? Please stay to have dinner with us" his mother wasn't subtle in the slightest, taking your hand in hers before you could give your answer, "I made some stew and accidentally made more than necessary"
"It wasn't any trouble-" you were opening the door when his mother appeared, apparently about to knock the door, or at least that seemed to be the case because his grandfather was coincidentally changing a bulb in the same corridor.
No suspicious, no suspicious at all.
"I don't want to be a problem-"
"Nonsense, you are welcomed at any moment" and now his grandfather was in that too, stopping him when he tried to stop his crazy mother.
He didn't had a say in that but damn, did it felt good to eat all together.
"Return when you like, darling" of course, he would see this coming from his family.
"I'm sorry for all that trouble"
"Don't say that, it was cute"
Now you both were near the hotel where you were staying, looking one another.
"Well..." You both said, flustered, the scene was too just like those bad romantic movies.
"Wait, let me-"
"No, your hair will get ruined if I-"
"Just come here" he took initiative, a shameless smile on his face, Josuke was trying to be cool and suave in front of you, sometimes he exaggerated, but you liked it anyway, his hand got behind your head and he got himself at your height, or at least he tried, it was enough to kiss you without giving you much problem, your hands on his shoulders to pull him closer, hearing him groan.
It was a cute moment.
Emphasis in the "was".
"Fourth Zeppeli-Shamandalie, in the name of Hamon, who is that man?!" That screaming voice almost made you faint.
"Nonno?!"
"Who?!" Josuke didn't had any idea of who the foreign man was, who exactly the said Fourth was, what was Hamon or why his old man was laughing next to said blond man, Jotaro-san next to him looking exasperated, your elder sibling with baby Shizuka in their arms who was also laughing.
"I told you Caesarino! We are going to be in-laws soon!"
Morioh was a town full of strange events, a crazy, noisy and bizarre town, but it was his home, and maybe it would be yours too in the future.
15 notes · View notes
just-intp-thoughts · 4 years ago
Text
MBTI as Ideal Winter Moments
INTJ- You decide to treat yourself to a solo vacation staying at a snowy cabin in the mountains. The cabin is incredibly cozy and the only sounds you can hear are that of the campfire and the gentle snowfall outside. You wind down with your favorite book enjoying the ambience. 
INTP- You were supposed to have school today, but you woke up to see massive piles of snow outside your window. School is cancelled. Relieved, your warm bed calls to you once again. You sleep in a few extra hours. When you finally manage to get up, you find yourself getting lost in a video game for the rest of the day and eating holiday treats.
ENTJ- You challenge your friends to a good ol’ fashioned Gingerbread house contest. Your game faces are on, but in reality the next hour or so is just filled with banter and roasting each other. At the end of the night, your expertly plotted and equally delicious gingerbread house is crowned champion and you spend the rest of the night playing cards by the fireplace.
ENTP- You and a group of your best buds head to the largest hill in town and pull up with your best sleds. There’s no mercy when your friends spin you down the hill with as much velocity as possible. Homemade ramps and all, you end the day injured and end it watching some funny holiday movies.
INFJ- Your significant other surprises you with an evening ice skating date. The holiday lights are perfect surrounding the rink. You hold hands as you both struggle to stay standing and you both fall over at least once if not twice. You end the date in a small coffee, dimly lit coffee shop drinking apple cider and eating english muffins. 
INFP- You love the winter holidays for many reasons but the pretty lights are one of your absolute favorites. You drive around with your best friend looking at all the wondrous light set-ups around town listening to your favorite songs. The vibes are nothing short of immaculate.
ENFJ- You decide to host an ugly holiday sweater party with a white elephant gift exchange. All your loved ones are invited. There’s an abundance of laughter and smiles filling up the room as everyone, one by one, opens up their silly gifts. Nothing makes you happier than seeing all the people you love enjoy themselves. You end the night with some holiday themed karaoke.
ENFP- You decide to relive your childhood and head outside with your close friends to build a snowman. It ends up a bit lopsided with a funny feature or two, but you all love it anyways and give it a name. You end the night pushing each other into the snow making snow angels. You couldn't be happier to just enjoy the moment with your friends.
ISTJ- You walk into the theater ready to witness the classic nutcracker ballet. The sense of nostalgia is overwhelming, but it is always a treat to see the poise and elegance of the dancers to the classic orchestral tunes. You end the night afterwards with a walk downtown window shopping and admiring the lights.
ISFJ- You finally decide to get around to decorating the tree with your family. Putting the ornaments on the tree is much more than just a physical experience for you. Each ornament has a multitude of sweet memories attached to it and you can’t help but smile. You end the night sipping eggnog before you cuddle under fuzzy blankets watching old home videos.
ESTJ- You go with a few friends to the local rink to see a hockey game on a snowy evening. The crowd is small but hyped for the players as they glide across the ice and score several goals throughout the night. You’re elastic as your team wins the tight game and you head on back home afterwards eating candy canes and chocolate.
ESFJ- You head out to the countryside to go on a sleigh ride. The horses are gentle and the conductor greets you with a warm smile. You and your friends enjoy the ride as you journey through fields of snow-covered trees. 
ISTP- You head to the slopes for a day of high speed, downhill fun. You start off slowly going down a few easier hills, and then you work your way up to a black diamond course. You get through the day without wiping out and end it cozying up by the fireplace inside the lodge.
ISFP- You wind down for a peaceful night of decorating cookies for the winter holiday with your significant other. Each cookie is unique and you take special care to make the frosting and sprinkles perfect. You end the night slow dancing to soft tunes in a kitchen, lit only by the holiday lights.
ESTP- You have a huge and crazy snowball fight with all your closest friends. The snow is the perfect consistency for making forts and snowballs that aren’t too hard or soft. After all the chaos is over and you’re all frozen from being outside so long, you unwind drinking hot chocolate and laughing over silly holiday movies.
ESFP- You’re always up for a new adventure with friends so you head out in the wilderness to snowshoe and ice fish. You cook everything you catch over the fire and you make some toast. After a delicious meal, you go out and stargaze for a bit. Once you get chilly, you head back inside and you all fall asleep after a vibrant conversation.
419 notes · View notes
marimopeace · 3 years ago
Text
there's a limit on how much you can be an isekai intellectual...
a bunch of analyses have been popping up before me all day so i wanted to throw my hat into the ring. all love to ppl who are exercising their creative minds + ppl like geoff here who just talk about these things because of fan interest but i feel like there reaches a point where exploring the "types" of isekai is pointless? i've seen ppl list out the different types of villainess revenge isekai or fantasy mmorpg isekai but eh why fit them all into separate boxes like that?
i think it's easier to think of isekai as a "type" (genre) of itself with only two categories: 1) a focus on isekai (lit. another world) 2) tensei (lit. to be reborn). this allows for a variety of applications and thus tropes that ppl see so many trends of!
with isekai - in another world
you see everything from:
pure fantasy (inuyasha, digimon wait maybe not the best example but in my childhood mind i count digimon as pure fantasy, fushigi yugi)
mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (.hack//legend of twilight, sao ugh, log horizon, overlord (LOVE OVERLORD!)
otome game-esque worlds >>> this is where it gets complicated with "villainess routes" since i admit there are multiple villainess tropes but this is why it's nice to not think of this as a "sub-type/genre" bc it frees you from those complications! (the saint's magic power is omnipotent, the white cat's revenge as plotted from the dragon king's lap soso cute!, the savior's book cafe in another world, i'm a villainous daughter so i'm going to keep the last boss wait i can't remember if she's reborn in this one lmaooo see this is why rules make everything hard)
with tensei storylines - being reincarnated/reborn in another world as *insert character/role*
you see...
the same tropes!!
pure fantasy (a returner's magic should be special, reminiscence adonis, the lady and the beast, light and shadow, i can't think of a manga off the top of my head for this ah)
mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (so i'm a spider so what i stan kumoko so hard, her majesty's swarm, can't name another off the top of my head ah i hate lists shorter than two things...)
self-insert based games/novels (fiance's observation log of a self-proclaimed villainess, who made me a princess, death is the only ending for the villainess, the villainess wants to marry a commoner, honestly games vs novels are different applications but i'm not in the headspace to try to remember a bunch of both lol)
*insert line break to give random ppl a break from scrolling but tl; dr just enjoy things for what they are no need to micro analyze*
similar variations occur in both genres (if ppl want to be super technical i guess i'm arguing that isekai itself is a massive genre that has the "another world" subgenre and "reincarnation" subgenre tl; dr) so i think it's honestly a huge pain to try to separate all these trends into so many different types of stories. for me personally it's easier to not get overwhelmed by this gigantic umbrella of "isekai" that spans light novels, manhwa, manga, and mobile games by just stripping each story down into its trademark tropes (aka character archetypes, story structures) and slapping "oh this is a person going to a world that's not ours" and "this person gets reborn as blank in another world". none of this "omg this power fantasy is such a this kind of isekai moment" or "there are 14 different types of villainess revenge stories and this series fits into this" bc AH labels! limitations! circle-jerks via ppl trying to compartmentalize everything and sound smart for leaving a comment on story analysis instead of ooh-ahhing over a character's face! dividing things into light novel manga vs manga vs korean manhwa ft. female characters!
the last bit is mainly why i feel frustrated by ppl's insistence to group everything?
the video linked at the beginning of the post (honestly good video essay, i enjoyed it, i just kept thinking in my head the whole time "marimo these are tropes do not take the genre talk literally") has a baby comment thread talking about "korean isekai manhwas" as a genre featuring nothing but reincarnated villainess' and i can't.
like i cannot acknowledge that as a genre of any sort. the energy i felt reading through some of those insights takes me back to 2012 when all yt americans discovered k-pop and deemed all korean music k-pop from then on! (ppl still do this now, yes you are seen and don't talk to me pls i don't like you. k-pop is korean pop music and nothing less and nothing more. take a few seconds and try to parse apart aspects of korean culture instead of slamming everything into a monolithic label that has the letter k and a hyphen.) it feels so odd to see a bunch of young ppl on ig and tiktok acknowledge korean media that happens to be in the form of a webtoon as "oh stories all about young girls becoming villains in stories they made/played" bc it feels so reductive u.u
(positionality disclaimer that i'm praying isn't actually necessary: i am a 3rd-generation korean of japanese descent do not fite me i am exhausted irl of ppl asking for validation/verification bc massive shove off.)
breaking news! korean manhwa...is just as multifaceted as japanese manga...bc how can comics as an art-form not have multiple genres...huh such a shocker?!?! same likely applies to media in other parts of the world like chinese manhwa and french comics--not my place to explain either of those i just know those industries exist bc of wakfu and donghua shows by Tencent.
at the end of the day it's not like analyzing any kind of isekai is wrong--absolutely not!! i think it can be super fun to think about how isekai elements complicate a story (MCs trying to go back home, ppl from the og world, reincarnation plot-twists) or maybe even bash a series for including some kind of other world element when they could have just written a super fun fantasy.
insert marimo's brief ramble that hey you can get sick of truck-kun's hitting disillusioned guys who happen to be super duper smart or girls who happen to be master chefs/craftsmen but transporting a fully-grown being into a fantasy setting is the ultimate cheat code for making mundane modern technology seem cool and overpowered, and being reincarnated as a fully grown person in a world with a pre-made story/game set-up completely bypasses the need for an author to slowly flesh out world-building in a natural progression so isekai is actually a really smart writing tool it's just that there are some series where the author didn't use it well at all and it's cheesy or clearly isekai was misused as a vehicle for character/story development and it was pointless *DEEP BREATH OUT*
in this essay i will argue...lol i am such a culture studies major!! if i were an english major i would be talking all about writing but here i am having a side-tangent about world-building via someone being reborn wow i love this for me (don't get me started on when an author has someone reincarnate as a baby and the story is mostly them having warm fluffy moments with their family--typically father figures--and getting lots of powers i could and would and probably will rant about east asian toxicity)
but anyway am i crazy????? like yes for being passionate about the technical use of a word like genre (i am a scorpio rising let me be fussy pls) but i don't think it's a lot to ask for ppl to not unironically see "villainess revenge isekai" as the definition of korean manhwa.
idk as someone who resonates with why japanese isekai is so popular domestically + why a lot of korean manhwa feat. the same tropes (it's not for great reasons lads it's actually depressing tbh) i'm just starting to feel kind of pained by the generalization and need to separate "cute japanese girl in an otome game"/"japanese boy finds a harem in another world" from "korean girl dies and comes back as a villainess" bc they are just! applications to the same story device!!
recommendations for any who makes it this far down below <3
// also gladly recommend any of the examples i've listed in the above rant as i've read/watched all of them and adore them v much! //
save me princess
super refreshing fantasy manhwa ft. a princess and her ex-boyfriend having to save the world!
the beginning after the end
an AMERICAN web novel turned into a comic (but see it being not korean/japanese doesn't really matter when you just consider isekai as a genre...isn't it nice to not overthink it?) ft. a super-powerful wizard king reincarnated into another world and starting from scratch--gives mushoku tensei vibes but huge twists!
the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion
love love LOVE this story--read the title and you'll learn how this girl reincarnated as the character raeliana in a book gets married to a duke!
trash of the count's family
such a good novel!! a guy gets reborn as a lazy oaf and he takes the hero of the story under his wing...plot twists come up later on!
this time i will definitely be happy!
v good and refreshing for a shorter series! she's been reborn 3 times and remembers every time the hero's stabbed her in the back, and now she just wants to break up with him!
silver diamond
older manga but v good adventure w intrigue! a boy who loves plants get sucked into a desert world with demonic lizards and a mysterious bodyguard by his side. shonen-ai not BL but wonderful vibes nonetheless + great side characters!
the princess imprints a traitor
adore everything in this from the world (not in that way this society makes me so angry) to the machinations at play and the dynamic between the fl and ml
109 notes · View notes
nightingaelic · 4 years ago
Note
POODLES IN THE WASTELAND
i jest I jest
But 👀
What about pets? Either ones companions would have or a very uncommon one that someone wouldn’t think was a good pet, BUT IS. Deathclaws you can ride like a pony, mole rats that want belly rubs, cazadore’s as cattier pigeons! What are your thoughts?
Or like, Danse or Piper or Fawkes with something hilarious Idek ignore me
Oooookay, here’s my comprehensive list of companions - ALL companions, across Fallouts 3, 4, New Vegas and 76 - and their (headcanon) choices in wasteland pets. I’ll give a little explanation for each - particularly as many of these companions are transients and don’t have the luxury of owning a home to keep pets at. Also, I feel like most of the companions, while they might not necessarily like pets, would be somewhat fond or at least respectful of the pets of the Lone Wanderer/Courier/Sole Survivor/Vault Dweller, like Dogmeat and Rex. 
Bighorners
Lily Bowen: Everyone’s favorite super mutant grandma is already an experienced shepherdess in Jacobstown, and she’s more than willing to tear some night stalkers apart to keep her herd safe. If that’s not love beyond the norm for wasteland livestock, I don’t know what is. She’s probably given all of her bighorners names after the characters in the television reruns she used to watch on holotape in Vault 17, like Grace and Audrey and Lucille. 
Brahmin
Raul Tejada: Actually spent a decent part of his pre-war life living on a ranch, so he knows that most brahmin don’t deserve being labeled “irritable” just because people don’t know how to read their body language. I think he’d follow wild brahmin herds around a bit on a whim and keep them from coming to any harm, especially the little ones. He gives them names like the cattle he grew up with, Corazon and Gordo and Blanca. 
Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Doesn’t truck with the wild herds, but she knows that part of the success of a caravan lies with how well they treat their pack animals. All of her caravan’s brahmin have names - Penny, Magic and Sprinkles - and she’s careful to pair them up with drivers who are patient and work well with their various personalities. 
Cats
Butch DeLoria: While Butch ultimately decided to leave Vault 101 behind, I don’t think he would ever truly lose his fear of radroaches after what they did to his mom. Having a little friend to warm his bunk in Rivet City and pounce on intruders would probably set his mind at ease, maybe a black tomcat with one ear named Pepper. He might even gift his mom a kitten when he next comes to visit. 
Star Paladin Cross: I don’t think Cross much sees the use of an animal that doesn’t contribute to the community it lives in, like most of the Brotherhood of Steel. Cats, however, are excellent at pest control, even if the rats are bigger nowadays. I think she’d give the resident cats at the Citadel some pets in passing, and she’d smile when she has to extract playful kittens from inside her power armor frame. She’s especially fond of the cat colony’s matriarch, a scarred old tabby named Gemma. 
Curie: Upon her transition into a synth body, Curie is overjoyed with most animals and their new willingness to approach her for attention. She especially loves cats because she can pick them up and better feel their fur and purring. Her favorite cat is an orange stray in Diamond City that she calls Claude. 
Piper Wright: A companion for Nat when she’s out adventuring, an unbiased friend to bounce the latest opinion piece off of before going to print, and a lap-warmer for when you’re typing up the latest article about the exploits of the Minutemen - what’s not to like? The Wright family cat is a slippery, elegant calico named Sugar Bomb. 
Preston Garvey: While the Minutemen forts and settlements definitely lean more toward keeping dogs around for security purposes, I think Preston likes his pets quieter and less likely to bowl you over in excitement. The one most likely to sleep with him in his bunk at Sanctuary is a grumpy gray gentleman named Anchovy. 
Deathclaws
Veronica Santangelo: If anyone is crazy enough to swipe a deathclaw egg from a nest and try to hatch, rear and train a personal killing machine named Izzy, it’s Veronica. This will probably just alienate her from her Brotherhood chapter even more, but I’m sure she would take special care to make sure that her usual Mojave Wasteland haunts take a peek through a scope to see if the approaching deathclaw has a human on its back before taking a shot. 
Dogs
Clover: I don’t think Clover gets out beyond Paradise Falls much, so the only animals she’s used to are the dogs the raiders bring around when passing through. She probably has favorites among the usual visitors and enjoys tossing them bits of meat when she’s allowed to get away from Eulogy and Crimson. If liberated, she’d probably get at least three of her own dogs to watch over her while she sleeps: One small dog to carry with her, a Pekingese or Pomeranian descendant named Coco, and two large dogs to follow through on intimidation and protection, a mastiff named Rock and a Doberman descendant named Roll. 
Jericho: Jericho doesn’t deserve a dog but he’d probably have one around anyway to sniff out caps caches and hidden loot after he’s shot everyone in the vicinity. Some slinky beagle mix named Dewey, probably. 
Fawkes: I don’t think Fawkes would be picky at all about what kind of dog he’d have. He strikes me as the type who would adopt any half-friendly mutt he ran across. I do think he would have a bit of a soft spot for friendlier mutant hounds, though, and maybe view their mutated circumstances as similar to his own. He’d also be absolutely amazing at playing fetch. Just imagine how far he could lob a stick or ball. All of his dogs would have literary names too, like Byron and Agatha and Edgar. 
Craig Boone: Though he’s a bit of a prodigy at sniping, Boone knows his limitations when it comes to spotting hidden enemies on the horizon. I can see him having a hound dog at his side to find the more elusive ones and help him get rid of them faster. Maybe a bloodhound mutt named Bravo. 
Cait: Doesn’t like people, but she adores dogs. Having had the life where she’s been abused, exploited and forced into slavery, she’s keenly aware that those like the ones who took advantage of her treat dogs much the same. She’s very protective of any dog she encounters and is very likely to punch you in the face if you so much as look at one wrong. She’d probably name any pup she adopted Lucky. 
Hancock: Honestly, he’s just a fan of any animal that is happy to hang out with you whether you’re drunk, high, fighting raiders or patrolling downtown Boston. The Goodneighbor strays know him as the guy who always has mirelurk jerky in his pockets. His favorite is a rough-and-tumble, black-and-white spotted cattle dog descendant that he cheekily calls King George. 
Robert MacCready: He’s not quick to trust dogs, but once he’s sure they’re not a threat, they’re one of the few critters around which he’ll relax completely. He’s still a little wary of them around Duncan, but any dog that’s a part of his family is more or less his son’s permanent babysitter. 
Nick Valentine: Dogmeat is also basically his dog. The two have a history of working cases together, with Dogmeat just turning up whenever a trail goes cold and leading Nick to the evidence he needs to reopen his investigation. Nick doesn’t know how or why Dogmeat does it, but he’s not about to ruin a good thing. 
Strong: I don’t think he would turn down a ferocious mutant hound as a friend. He’d probably feed it mole rats and call it something like Killer. 
Foxes
Beckett: This former raider has a love-hate relationship with a fox that keeps going through his trash. He affectionately calls him Lil’ Bastard. 
Sofia Daguerre: Having crashed back to an earth she doesn’t recognize, I think Sofia would be tickled that the foxes of Appalachia have basically stayed the same despite the bombs. I can see her leaving dinner scraps out on her porch for one that she sometimes spots in the foliage, and slowly coaxing the critter to come into the light. She names her Scarlett once she finally convinces her to eat out of her hand. 
Mega sloths
Settler forager: I would not be at all surprised if this man ran into a mega sloth in the Mire and decided to try befriending it. The creature, probably surprised at this old guy’s nerve, decided to accept the handful of leaves he offered and grew slowly more fond of the guy’s persistence. It doesn’t know its name is Fergus but it does know that if a human is wearing overalls, it’s probably not a threat. 
Mole rats
Deacon: Alright, hear me out. Deacon has a fondness for underdogs, and mole rats are about as underdog as they come. I think Deacon thinks these little guys are cute despite their wrinkles and buck teeth, and I think he sees the value in having a tunneling pet that likes to collect shiny things. One of his deep cover hideouts is in an old tunnel system in the northern Commonwealth, where he hangs out with a young mole rat named Henry. 
Owls
Raider punk: This radio operator got wind of an abandoned nest of owlets in Appalachia early on in his career and, being the nearest to the report, decided to rescue the little guys. Now he has three owls that occasionally drop in at his camp to hoot and accept handouts: Nona, Decima and Morta. While he’s still fond of them, he’s usually disappointed that they aren’t the Mothman coming to visit. 
Rad chickens
Yasmin Chowdhury: Ever the opportunistic cook, she picked up the practice of raising chickens from the settlers at Foundation and has four hens of her own: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. The “ladies,” as she refers to them, give her a constant stream of eggs for omelets. 
Ravens
Settler wanderer: This gal has an affinity with birds, who are always on the move like her. She admires their ability to be untethered and let the wind take them far and wide. Nevertheless, she likes to scatter corn when they come close to her on the road, and formed a sort of friendship with a particularly handsome specimen that she calls Tornado. 
Wolves
Old Longfellow: This guy is the epitome of the meme about dads not wanting pets and then instantly falling in love with whatever animal enters their life. He probably found an injured wolf pup in his travels around the island and took pity on it, nursing it back to health in his cabin. It’s still got a bit of a twisted paw, but follows him around and listens like any other dog and answers to the name Lamoine. 
Yao guai
Porter Gage: I bet this guy adopted an orphaned bear cub and raised it by hand. Now it’s so big that even if Gage thinks he’s an easy target for other raiders due to his age, he’s much less likely to get singled out than he thinks because he has a yao guai following him around like a puppy. The bear’s name is Fuzzy Wuzzy. It has no hair. 
No pets, thanks
Charon: Too likely to accidentally wind up in the line of fire. 
Sergeant RL-3: Too easily corrupted by Communist influences. 
Arcade Gannon: Too much time spent getting in your way. 
Codsworth: Too likely to make messes. 
Paladin Danse: Too many wasted resources. 
X6-88: Too much of a liability. 
Ada: Too easy to lose when on the move. 
Solomon Hardy: Too unsanitary. 
94 notes · View notes