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writingforfishes · 7 months ago

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Otto and Atticus Chronicles Part 5: To Sleep Perchance to Hiccup...and Cuddle

Preface:

This fic was inspired by someone who messaged me some amazing prompts! I combined two of them.

- Atticus isn’t in a hiatus but they also don’t really feel like masturbating, it’s pretty early in the morning and they just woke up. Otto gets decently fast but not super uncomfortable hiccups and they just cuddle in bed and spoon a little maybe

- Atty watching Otto hiccup in his sleep with just so much love in their heart. God they have the best, cutest, most wonderful partner in the entire world

This fic has a LOOOT of exposition before things get started. I sincerely apologize but I couldn't help myself. My obsession with fleshing out the lives of my characters is deep. So give it around 1500 words to get to any content of a hiccup nature. Maybe I'll put a symbol when the hiccups start so those who are here mainly for that can find them easier.

This work is pretty safe for work/tumblr. There are mentions of arousal but nothing overt so I won't be putting it behind a filter.

Brief mention of Otto's sobriety, but it's blink and you'll miss it. Contains notes of somnolence appreciation, but not somno specifically. Just an adoration and admiration of sleep/iness as a form of intimate vulnerability. (Any arousal is from the hiccups not the sleep.) But I suppose it could be read as somnophilia as well and that wouldn't bother me. (Here! Have my art and make it yours!)

I can't think of any specific content warnings but if you feel there needs to be feel free and message me.

Anyway, on with it!

(An alert to where the hiccups start is in red font 😉)

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Otto had been out all day. Sometimes he tended to be a little enthusiastic with his scheduling, especially on home visits. Rationally, he knew that home visits would go longer than he planned. He also knew that inevitably that would mean rushing to the next visit with a shorter period in between. But in the enthusiastic moments of conceiving finishing every home visit the same day and only having to leave home one day as opposed to several days he overlooked that rationality and threw caution to the wind.

Were his windy caution tossing days of scheduling too many clock repair and maintenance visits much tamer than before sobriety? Certainly. But there were still consequences and one of those consequences was only seeing Atticus at the beginning and end of the day. The other consequence was forgoing healthy food for convenient food. There was yet another consequence to come, but as of this moment in his timeline, that particular one hadn’t been experienced yet.

So off to Bert to check out his grandfather clock. Bert didn’t talk much. Otto and him exchanged short notes on the clock, some noncommittal discussion on the weather, an update on sport scores, and that was that. Otto was able to pick up a salad and sandwich on the way to his next visit.

This was a new customer, Beatrice “Bea”, who had come into possession of a tall clock that was, honestly, spectacular. They were younger despite what their name suggested, in their 30’s, and had inherited this particular clock from their mom’s side of the family. They had no idea what they had. Whoever had been servicing the clock before him had done a pretty good job. Doing some light maintenance and putting it into beat and talking for a bit about maintenance they could do at home, recommending some tools, and teaching them about the clock was a delightful experience.

Bea had a cornucopia of antiques, both inherited and sought out. Otto could tell they were of a mind of living in a decade that wasn’t theirs and Otto could certainly understand and appreciate the anachronistic identity. He had often been teased that he’d been born at 40 years old and was living life now as an 80 year old, tendency of grumpiness included. He didn’t hate the implication, honestly. And Atticus was a fantastic enabler of him embracing that quality. Not only were they patient with his rants about modern technology and dying craftsmanship, but they often fanned the flames of his frustration for their own amusement.

It actually took a while for Otto to realize he was being teased. And when he confronted Atticus they admitted it, apologized, and promised they would stop if he felt made fun of. Really, they just enjoyed seeing that passion riled up and supported the basis of his arguments. After some consideration Otto decided that he was fine with being teased, but only because he was supported. After a while it was discovered that they both had a tendency to tease each other and, despite neither of them having had a relationship quite like it, they seemed to thrive in the playfulness. But, of course, if either one of them felt like it was too much or they weren’t in the mood for it, communication was always given and the energy always shifted to sustain what the other needed. No hurt feelings. It was the most honest and safest relationship Otto had ever found himself in. Then again, his track record was pretty grim when it came to healthy relationships in general. Regardless, it far exceeded the fairly low bar he had to contend with historically.

After Bea was a string of customers including a business who often called on him to manage the street clocks when they fell behind, needed service, or there was a time change. After that was a jeweler who used his services when they got an older watch that needed repairing. The owner and employees knew how to adjust sizes, change batteries, and a million other small things that one didn’t know jewelers could do until they needed the service, but older automatic watches were something they often outsourced. He was happy to be a local contact.

And, last on his list because he knew it would take the longest, was Millie. Otto loved talking to Millie. She would feed him cookies and coffee and sometimes new snacks she had picked up at the international store that she was trying for the first time and wanted to experience with someone else.

Millie’s children had moved away from the city so she often didn’t have anyone with her. She lived alone, her husband having passed a few years prior, with her two cats and her house full of gorgeous clocks. Millie’s family had a robust history of clock repair and clock making. Her great-great-grandmother worked on Black Forest clocks in Germany. And though Millie, herself, had never pursued a career in horology, her father had been a master jeweler locally as well as a well-known handyman. Millie often compared Otto to her father in both temperament and skill. It was an extreme compliment to Otto as he had looked up her father after he met her for the first time and was astounded at all the man had accomplished and how instilled his practice had become in the city. Everyone seemed to bring up her father’s name at some point in the maker community. Even those who had been transplants to the city knew of his work and skill.

Otto probably knew more about Millie than he had of his own mother. And, in a lot of ways, Millie filled that maternal role the way his mother never had. The octogenarian (in the genuine sense as opposed to the assigned sense Otto was referred as) was refreshingly open and inclusive. Her family had lived lives of oppression and minority. The lessons she chose to take from that reflected in showing everyone love and acceptance. How quick she had learned Atticus’ pronouns was proof positive that if someone put enough thought and caring into wanting to respect someone then it was just that much easier to do so correctly.

As predicted, he spent a few hours with Millie. It was clock winding day and Millie always invited Otto over to help her. And while it had been an incredibly fulfilling visit, as it always was, he had only consumed cookies, coffee, and a spicy curry-like snack Millie had opened and put in bowls for them. And, well, Otto did enjoy spicy food.

Otto had texted Atticus that he wouldn’t be back in time for dinner so to go ahead and reheat last nights dinner for themselves. He was going to get something from a restaurant on the way home. Atticus made a tease about his food choices today and recommended an antacid before bed tonight. Otto sighed as he looked up from the text. His partner was probably right. He could already feel some bloating and pressure from the curry snack.

When he finally got back home he found Atticus typing furiously on their laptop on the couch in the living room. Their small body was balled up, face inches from the screen. A notebook with writing scrawled on the pages was beside them.

Otto had told them many times before that they were free to use his desk when he wasn’t in, but this almost fetal position they took while engaged in the story they were writing seemed preferable to good posture. He’d have to remember to offer a shoulder massage tomorrow. Tomorrow. Which was to be blissfully free of any form of work-related activity. He sighed, getting their attention.

“Hey,” he said, sheepishly.

“Hello...the shadow of my husband. You look beat,” Atticus said, suppressing a yawn that seemed sympathetic in the timing, and stretching with audible pops in their neck and back.

“No offense, spouse, but you don’t look much better. Which means...you made progress?” Otto said, recognizing the passionate drive their typing had presented when he walked in.

“Oh god, so much. And if I stop now I feel like I’ll lose it, honestly,” they replied.

“Then...as it is almost midnight I think I should probably wish you goodnight and head to bed,” Otto said, regretfully.

“Is it really? Damn. No, right. I’m sorry. It’s just I’ve got such a thing going...ugh!” Atticus replied, desperately gesturing to the screen.

“No, no. That wasn’t meant to be a dig. Besides, I’m exhausted. I have the whole day free tomorrow. We’ll make up for today, okay?”

“Yeah,” Atticus said with a smile. “Okay. I love you…”

“Love you too, my little comma,” Otto said with a laugh.

“Oh, am I scrunching again? Ugh, yeah. Okay, straightening out now. Figuratively speaking. Well literally...bodily...not sexually. It...you get it,” they said, brain firmly planted on the story and not on making much headway in any other forms of intelligence at the moment.

“Goodnight,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. He put a kiss on their forehead as he went upstairs hearing an echo of his goodnight from behind him as he climbed the stairs. If he didn’t get to bed quickly he would faceplant before he did. Oh and that antacid? It had been a good thought.

A few hours later Atticus’ mind had finally insisted that it could no longer function to make words into sentences on the seemingly too bright screen. So, saving the work on the hard drive, saving the work on a cloud source they paid for, and saving the work on an external hard drive they uncurled themselves from the couch and got ready for bed.

Atty hadn’t always slept in the same bed as Otto. When they first moved in neither one was sure about being able to share a bed. But as the relationship deepened and they became more comfortable with being physically near one another, and then a bit obsessive of it at times, both of them found they preferred sharing a bed. But usually on nights where Atticus was getting to bed so late the writer would tuck themselves into the loft bed to avoid disturbing their partner.

Considering they hadn’t really seen Otto all day and that Otto didn’t have any commitments later that morning Atticus leaned toward the side of selfishness in wanting to sleep near him tonight. So, stripping down to boxer briefs, they crept into the room and turned on a warm lamp light on their side of the bed.

Otto was not usually a deep sleeper but they could tell by his face that he was utterly catatonic-seeming as he hadn’t even flinched when the light had come on. Atticus’ back-sleeper husband had his hands lightly resting over his chest and his lips very gently parted as he breathed softly with just the slightest of soft whistle as breath moved in and out of his mouth. Atticus smiled.

(Hiccups start here, you adorable scanner looking for hiccups!)

They shuffled their body into the covers and then perked up, back cracking a little as they straightened it abruptly. What was that sound? A radar went off in their brain usually saved for picking up the sound of a hiccup. But that didn’t make any sense. They waited a little and felt a small shudder in the bed and there the sound was again. Like a very soft ‘uck’ from the side of...Otto.

Suspiciously Atty turned toward the man and watched him patiently. It didn’t take long for their baffled hunch to be proven.

Otto’s body spasmed beside them, chest pulling and stomach pooching out quickly. His neck punched in above his clavicle. At the movement a soft ‘uck’ left his lips, croaky and deep. The bed gave a tremor and so did Atticus. Did he genuinely have the hiccups as he slept?

A few more minutes watching him intensely proved that to be true. Some of the hiccups were soundless, his body jolting. In the several minute span of watching Atticus saw rapid hiccups as well as solitary ones that were more evenly spaced. And while him hiccuping with such soft abandon was incredibly confusingly arousing, it was also heartwarmingly endearing.

At no point did Otto’s face indicate he was in any form of wakefulness during the attack. It was the picture of peace aside from a few twitches that were normal as someone slept. A few times his head moved side to side with a particularly hard hiccup, but overall the hiccups seemed to be integrated into his sleep as much as snoring would be. And, as Otto’s body temperature ran warmer, he rarely had anything but a light sheet on and that had long since been pushed down his body during the night so that his white undershirt laid softly against the perfect silhouette of his chest and belly.

Atticus was overwhelmed. But, they were also teetering on exhaustion. It was a very confusing place to be, energy-wise. For a good long while they just sat there staring at the event of Otto hiccuping in his sleep. Soft ‘huk’s, rapid silents, sometimes louder hiccups and doubles likes ‘huck-UCK’ would materialize startling Atticus but not having any effect on Otto other than to jostle his head about a little.

The hiccups would interrupt sleep grunts and sighs. At one point Atticus was SURE that Otto had woken because he smacked his lips together and sniffed only to hiccup three times afterward. But with a soft grunt his lips slowly parted again and he was still asleep.

Fifteen minutes of being a passive observer in the dim light of their lamp had passed before they could no longer help themselves. They had to cuddle. They were having physical contact withdrawals without the hiccups appearing (for the first time in a month or two at that), and this was too much to simply be a passive observer to.

Slowly they scooted over and snuggled their head on Otto’s chest. Otto grunted, hiccuped, sniffed, hiccuped two more times, and finally started shifting taking a breath that indicated he was stirring. Atticus tried not to feel guilty when he looked down at them blearily, head thrown back into his pillow at another hiccup. He gave them a dopey smile and lifted his arm off his chest and pulled it around them pulling his partner closer to his body.

“H-uk!-hey,” Otto said hoarsely.

“Hey,” Atticus repeated. “You have the hiccups, sir.” They said it very matter-of-factly to prevent themselves from stuttering over the word.

“I do?” Otto said and jolted with three silent hiccups that hit him in a row. He blinked owlishly, eyes wide in recognition. “Oh!” He put the hand that was not embracing Atty on his chest in surprise.

Atticus had put a hand over Otto’s diaphragm and shivered as it rewarded the touch with those three hiccups. The softness of Otto’s belly jiggled gently under his shirt.

“I don’t know how long you had them before I came in, but you’ve been going for at least 15 minutes while I’ve been here,” Atticus informed.

“Mm huck! Well I guess that mk!-ex-explains hmuck!-the dream,” Otto muttered, eyes closing momentarily, exhaustion trying to steal back his consciousness.

“Oh?” Atty asked, desperate to hear him talking again.

They were awarded with a deep breath interspersed with a particularly enthusiastic stifled hiccup that sounded a bit like hrmkl. A soft grunt followed it. Atticus squirmed a little. The absolute confusion their body was in as all it wanted was to disintegrate into sleep but simultaneously it was deeply aroused and tingly was a little frustrating. But physical exhaustion was putting up a very good fight.

“Y-yeah. Um, I w-was trying t-hmk!-to tell...someone? Um. Mk! I don’t remember hmuck!-remember who...saying...I was huck’m!mk!-uh saying something but mk!-I couldn’t g-get mk!mk!-get the words out. They kept turning into bubbles. Like mk!-literal bu-bubbles mk!-that sorta floated b-by and my huck!-uh my words were tr-trapped in them. And when they huck!-when they HUCK!-whenHUCK!” Otto paused and let a couple more hiccups in the cluster pass before trying again. Now that he was awake and talking the hiccups seemed to be a bit more enthusiastic on being heard. He grunted.

He felt another squirm from his partner and rubbed their shoulder in response. He now had his eyes opened and had been watching their hand on his stomach jump with its movements. He never noticed his body’s response to hiccups before they learned about Atticus’ kink. But now he was intensely aware of how his chest caved in and his stomach popped out. And he even knew how his neck pulled inward at Atticus’ informing him of it. He had found himself more than once watching in the mirror and being sort of fascinated by what his body did when he hiccuped and how it made sense where he felt the pulls of muscles with each spasm and why his chest got so sore if he had them for too long.

“When the bubbles popped,” he was finally able to get out quickly before next hiccup. “All the huck!-words would come out in s-sounds hmuck!-n-not words but huck!-but just the sounds of hmk!-of all the le-letters at on-hmkuh once hmk! Hmuck! Huck’m! Mm.”

“How the hell did you sleep through this?” Atticus wondered aloud. Their ear was pressed into his chest listening to the thumps and swallows that accompanied his hiccups.

“No idea,” Otto admitted with a light laugh and a smattering of hiccups. “I d-don’t know if I’ve mk!-ever hic-huck!-hiccuped in my sleep! Erk!”

“Did you take that antacid?” Atty asked.

There was a pause from him that was for more than just to let another cluster of silent hiccups pass.

“Fu-UCK,” he muttered.

Atticus laughed at the appropriateness of the hiccup’s timing even while Otto put a hand on his head in a gesture of self immolation.

For a moment Atticus had wondered if Otto had fallen back to sleep. The hiccups had gotten a bit softer now that he wasn’t talking. His hand had stayed over his eyes.

“Are you feel-feeling…?” Otto asked incompletely as he peeked beneath his hand to catch Atticus’ eye.

“A little,” Atticus admitted, snuggling further into Otto’s belly, letting the bounces move their head. They felt Otto’s long fingers stroking their scalp and sighed contently. They gave his stomach a little rub and felt the vibration of Otto humming between hiccups.

“Did hmk!-did you want hmk!-wanna hmk!hmk!…” Otto asked, again trailing off with implication.

“Mmm,” Atticus said, groaning a little in indecision before sighing. “No. I’m too tired. Can we just...cuddle? I just...wanna feel them. I know that’s a little weird...probably.”

“Not that we-hock!-weird,” Otto conceded. “There’s a lot goin-hmk!-going on here hmk!” He said this while gesturing to his torso as a whole.

“There certainly is,” Atty agreed enthusiastically. “Can we spoon?”

“For a hmk!-for a little hmk!-little wh-hmk!-while. Hmk!” Otto agreed.

Atticus knew that Otto tended to overheat easily so spooning indefinitely wouldn’t be happening. As they shifted themselves and Otto’s arm pulled around them, holding Atticus almost like one would hold a teddy-bear, against his torso with his head and nose buried softly in the nape of their neck, Atticus said, “I’m sorry that I woke you. I should’ve let you sleep.”

“D-don’t be hup! We’re gonna have all hulp!-day tomorrow to c-hup!-catch up on sleep. Hmk!mk!mk!” he said, grunting at the deepness of the last hiccup. For the most part the hiccups had felt like flutters but that last one he could feel pull his chest in deeper than the others.

“Ooh, that one was deep,” Atticus commented.

“Yeah,” Otto agreed breathily, snuggling more into their hair and breathing in amid more hiccups.

“If you need to cure--”

“Mm-mm mmk!,” Otto said, negating the suggestion. “I’m mk!-just gonna let them mk!-go awa-mk!-go away on their own.”

Atticus chuckled.

“Too ti-hock!-tired!” He murmured into his partner’s curls.

Atticus, for their part, was keeping it together. Most of it was that their body simply didn’t have the energy to act on the arousal they felt. They let the tingling sensations swell and ebb as they felt the softness of Otto’s midsection dance into their lower back. They felt the jerk of his chest against their upper back. They felt the jolting twitch of his head against their shoulders. Their body moved with his as every hiccup hit.

Soon it became less of an arousal and more of a ride as their mind started to lose its consciousness. The sensations of the sheets and bed faded as they were rocked unevenly but not unlike a child in a cradle. A jerky cradle, but also a soft one. Huffs of air were exhaled onto their neck. Atticus wouldn’t remember all of their dreams but they would realize when they woke up that they hadn’t been entirely dry ones.

True to Otto’s nature he had rolled away from Atticus during the night but kept one arm around them in some fashion. Also, gratefully, the hiccups seemed to have ceased at some point as he woke up without them. Atticus had curled into him, but not as closely as they had been, so they were cradled in his arm, softly breathing and Otto took a long moment to watch them twitch and breathe, grateful that the day was both of theirs to do with as they please and, even though he was definitely experiencing a little acid reflux at this point, he was anticipating that it was going to be a day of hiccups and perhaps that meant a day of orgasmic happenings. The release would be nice.

#hiccup kink #hiccups kink #minors dni #kink fic #kink blog #hic fic #hicfic #hiccuping #otto and atticus #somno #somnophilia #But not actually somnophilia #Just elements of somno that could be read that way or appreciated that way #No sex #nonbinary character

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cassyapper · 2 years ago

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looks like you wanted noritaro in the ask box

what do you think the timeline of their relationship would be?

Also rememberto brush your teeth

thank you for the teeth i genuinely forgot

as for the timeline it kinda varies depending on what universe. like if it's eyes of heaven or kakyoin lives or ireneverse or so on. but as for my take on their canon relationship:

kakyoin and jotaro become quick easy acquaintances when jotaro gives kakyon's washed uniform and handkerchief back and kakyoin apologizes for the dio thing. jotaro grunts some awkward response about it not being kakyoin's decision so he doesn't need to apologize. kakyoin once again asks why jotaro saves him and jotaro shrugs before painfully spitting out "it wouldn't have felt right to let you die like that." kakyoin decides he wants to study this guy so he moves the conversation to a nicer topic so they can keep talking. they talk about the house and holly and jotaro doesn't say much but it's enough for kakyoin to keep going and he's patient while jotaro finds the words so jotaro decides sure this guy isn't super annoying. he warms up to him

the journey begins, jotaro is very impressed re the gray fly fight cause it was a fight he wouldn't have been able to win without the plane blowing up cause of star's fighting method. jotaro and kakyoin continue opening up together, jotaro getting comfortable enough to joke with him (he teases joseph to kakyoin and gets him to laugh). this pattern of getting continually closer continues. when yellow temperance happens kakyoin is kinda pissed that jotaro mistook this guy for him and jotaro is like "what do you even want from me we just met" kakyoin makes him make up for it by going out again to get coconuts for real. kakyoin asks about the fight and jotaro stiffly relays some details and kakyoin's like "it was sweet of you to ask about polnareff's sister's killer" and jotaro's like "um. uh. huh. it was just the decent thing to do" and kakyoin's like "it was sweet of you. you're always doing things like that huh" and jotaro is like (reevaluating his own perception of himself and the possibility others can really SEE him) huh.

anyway they continue the trend of getting closer. once the uneven footing yellow temperance caused gets worn down to fairground again, kakyoin gets really comfortable. he makes similar-natured jokes in front of jotaro like snarking to polnareff or joseph cause he feels secure. we see them get more and more comfortable with themselves as exemplified by the wheel of fortune banter. they trust one another and they think the other is funny. of course they dont always get along cause as he gets more comfortable around the crusaders kakyoin talks a LOT more and it can be overwhelming to jotaro sometimes but he stops when jotaro signals genuine distress and yeah. anyway

finally the lovers arc. it's when kakyoin really realizes his feelings for jotaro, whatever they are, are reciprocated and he's like ohhh man oh my god. jotaro leans on kakyoin during and after the fight and kakyoin just. can't contain it. the first time they hug is after the fight. things just escalate from there they're really really in sync. they're happy with each other. both can see themselves doing this, whatever this is, for the rest of each other's lives. death 13 stresses kakyoin out of course and jotaro isn't really sure what to do cause yknow he doesn't remember but he and kakyoin share beds more often than not now so he tries to help where he can w kakyoin's sleeplessness and paranoia. kakyoin at some point snaps he doesn't want someone to protect him and jotaro is like I'm not trying to protect you i just. i want to help you. and kakyoin's like oh..right..okay. both r learning how to accept help basically during this arc okay. so kakyoin lets him in

anyway so they continue getting closer both to each other and to egypt. their relationship is very nebulous they dont talk about it really cause 1) their feelings are not really easily definable cause both are somewhere on the aro spectrum and 2) they dont want whatever this is to be stained with the tannins of this trip. they want whatever this is to be tended to gently and carefully they dont want it to be something used to make this crisis easier to manage. they dont want it to be a coping thing they want it to be a reward. so they dont talk about it in order to preserve it for a time when it can be appropriately tended to. but they're feeling it Bad and longing is really starting to kick up. they're exclusively sharing beds and they stare at each other a lot. neither really knows what he wants to do but they just ugh. want to be together

kakyoin gets his eyes slashed jotaro is terrified. he tries telling kakyoin to stay or go home even and kakyoin is like fuck no. i make one mistake and you're back to doubting me? and jotaro is like im not doubting you and kakyoin is like yes you are. you are. why do you not trust me to take care of myself in the final fight with dio and jotaro is like it's not that i dont trust that you can handle yourself it's just that im fucking scared of what might happen while you do that. and they both go quiet. and kakyoin eventually takes jotaro's hand and kisses it before saying im not gonna go anywhere and the double meaning (im not going home and im not going to die) is not lost on jotaro. jotaro clasps kakyon's hand in both of his and kisses it and kakyoin politely ignores the shaking

they meet up again, it's hectic. theyre trying to rely on each other. jotaro's nerves are tested during the d'arby mix-up and how kakyoin's soul is taken. jotaro is even more strained when avdol and iggy die/get taken out of commission if this is an everyone lives au. he doesn't want anyone else to get hurt. he suggests the pincher idea to get as many people out of dio's direct sight as possible but then kakyoin says "oh good idea I'll go with joseph and you go for polanreff, your comfort is what he needs right now" and jotaro is like fuckign what. what. no. no. i need to be in front of dio i need to be in his crosshairs not you. and kakyoin is like underestimating me again?!?!? and jotaro is like oh my fuckign god this isn't even. this is MY fight this isn''t about you kakyoin now let me GO and kakyoin's like oh fuck YOu jotaro as if i dont have anything against dio? as if he didn't steal months of my fuckign life from me? as if this is all about you as if this isn't personal to ME and joseph has to be like oh my god you two shut the fuck up we do not have time for this. jotaro we can take care of ourselves but polanreff needs you right now, he's mourning and reckless and he needs a steady hand. and jotaro is breathing so shakily he can't quite get a proper breath and kakyoin eventually takes his hands and is like please trust us jojo. remember what i said. I'm not going anywhere. and jotaro takes a very deep, bone-shuddering breath then and rests his head on kakyon's shoulder. joseph turns to give them some privacy. jotaro is regaining his breathing and kakyoin murmurs "when we get back...when we get back, i- let's- we ..." and jotaro is like "don't- don't make promises you might not keep" and kakyoin hums before dropping jotaro's hands and hugging him tightly. jotaro returns it. when they split up kakyoin kisses his fingertips and presses them against jotaro's lips and says "let's meet again come morning" and drops his hand and jotaro after getting over his shock is like "i just said not to make a promise you might not be able to keep. you're gonna have to take responsibility kakyoin. you need to keep it" and kakyoin laughs and looks at jotaro over his shades and says "i will. i will"

and then what happens from there depends on the au. but yeah this is about ^ the timeline in my head. also sorry i know you didn't ask for specific moments but i couldn't help but write it out anyway. but yeah i think they get progressively closer throughout the trip with some minor hiccups (yellow temp/death 13) and i think they never have an actual like relationship for various reasons but they love each other and yeah. anyway

#cass cries #jjba #noritaro tag

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mariska · 2 years ago

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here is a lil bit of fun fashion history i learned today and thought might be interesting to share;

so if u know me or have followed me p much anywhere online for the past few yrs especially u probably know i really do not like wearing a lot of modern style clothes (for the most part at least) and if i'm able to i prefer to get thrifted/pre-owned clothes from a whole bunch of different eras (also because Clothes Are Expensive and even if i did prefer modern styles i cant afford a lot of them normally unless huge sales are going on) but primarily my fav styles tend to be anywhere from like late 50's to mid 70's. i am disabled and have been my whole life and i only started being able to have any kind of income of my own in like late 2020 or early 2021 which means i have had a little bit more independence to find cool old clothes that i can afford and actually enjoy wearing, so thats been a huge positive change for me and my identity and getting to feel more like my Genuine Self by passing along clothes i can't or didn't want to wear now in my mid-20's to make room for fun vintage stuff i actually do want to wear.

lately i've been trying to find vintage nightgowns that are both clean/in good wearable condition and not expensive and a few days ago i happened to stumble onto a listing online for a super pretty light blue nylon nightgown in great pre-owned condition for $10 and was like oh my god thats awesome i need to get that; it came in the mail the other day and here's what it looks like:

(the lace is much more white irl, my house has very yellow tinted lighting and my bedroom walls are like the same color green as my comforter sheet here so it tends to make things look more yellow in pics than they actually are lmao)

its got super stretchy elastic around the bust & waist as u can see there so its pretty versatile with the fit and i am just in love with the general style and shape of it so much, very Edwardian Revival which i have a decent amount of in my closet cus i love old takes on even older fashion styles. so anyways i was folding it to put in my pj/nightgown drawer in my room and happened to notice it still had its' original tag on completely in tact on the inner lining near the bust/arm area and found one of my absolute favorite logos to find on vintage clothes tags:

Ladies Garment Union label!!! (International Ladies Garment Workers Union or ILGWU was a large clothing union group that made a lot of vintage clothes thru most of the 1900's and had a lot of different styled and colored tag logos like this on all their work over the decades), now there was not detailed info on the listing for this nightgown when i got it but the seller listed it as 70's era based on the style i assume, which i would've been fine with regardless of actual decade i just rly love comfy retro styles haha, but i was like yeah i can def see this being a 70's nightgown that checks out from my personal experience, but since i just noticed this label tonight i wanted to see if i could find a historical resource list of the different Union logos online because i have quite a few that look almost exactly like this specific tag and almost all of the other ones with it in my closet are from some time in the 60's.

so i found an awesome list with both info and example pictures of the Union tag logos throughout the decades from a site called sammydvintage and i was able to actually pin down the production date of this nightgown to less than a year of when it was made!!!

i know from my own experience that a lot of the 60's to early 70's era tags didn't have color printed on the logo yet so i was pretty sure it was from that general era and sure enough on the reference site i saw a pic of this same style logo with a timeline of 1964-1973; i was satisfied enough with that knowledge and was like yeah makes sense, this is probably early 70's towards the end of that.

NOPE! i read a little more on the page and it mentioned that the example picture on that site had a small (R) on the left side next to the logo, and that the R indicates the tag was printed after the Union trademarked the logo on April 21, 1964, so if you see a tag with that design but no little R, it was made *before* the logo was trademarked. sure enough, if you look at the pic i took of this gown's tag, there's no little R trademark next to the logo!

which means that, according to this site's information which seems very accurate and in-depth, this dress was made anywhere between June 28, 1963 (when the logo design changed from the previous version) to April 21, 1964. how cool is that!?!? i've never been able to ID such a specific less than a year date for a piece of vintage clothing i own before, and i was like 10 years off with my original guess lol!

it would be much more difficult to pin it down further obviously but knowing that new info, if i had to make an updated guess, i'd say this was probably either a Spring (of '64) or Fall/Autumn (of '63) fashion release since it's long and has sleeves but they aren't full-length sleeves and the nylon material is comfy but pretty thin for winter night-wear (it definitely could be though of course, i wouldn't be surprised if this was originally part of a multi-piece set that may have included a similar looking robe, sheer cape, or 'house coat' layer to wear over it since sleepwear sets like that were a very popular thing in 60's nightgown fashion)

i also thought it was cool in that '63-'64 was around the general era of this Edwardian/Victorian/Medieval Regal revival type trend having its early start which eventually helped popularize the style going into the remainder of the 60's and even further into the 70's with the eventual rise in popularity of brands like Gunne-Sax which has kind of become a cult classic icon of 70's 'cottagecore', 'prairie', 'medieval/regal' revival dresses from that era. that '63-'64 date timeline also makes complete sense in a more widespread pop culture way that i can't un-see now that i know when it was made; the 1965 movie version of The Sound Of Music was one of many popular pieces of media from that time that contributed heavily to the general popularization of this mod regal revival dress style, and if you changed the poofiness of the sleeves and lowered the length of my blue nightgown here, it has SUCH a similar silhouette structure to Liesl's "gazebo" dress from the '16 going on 17' music number from that movie:

(bonus Fun Fact Within A Fun Fact: Mitski drew inspiration from that dress when she was working with the costume designers/creators for her 2022 tour outfits and had them made in 4 different colors all together, i believe. its a very good dress 💜)

anyways!!! i just wanted to share this fun deep dive into vintage fashion i unintentionally went on tonight because i am so excited to have learned so much information from such a random nightgown thrifting find. i have a huge special interest not only in the history of vintage fashion/trends/pop culture but also archiving that history and investigating the origins/influences of seemingly mundane bits of every day life in the past so this was such an awesome and exciting discovery to me! definitely makes me want to take out my other clothes with the various Union tags still on them and see if i can narrow down more detailed years for those pieces too 🥰

#this is such a long ramble post i am so sorry LOLLL i was just happy to learn/share this with anyone 😅#fashion #60's fashion #1960's #vintage fashion #thrifted fashion #vintage style #fashion history #long post

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lesbiansforboromir · 3 years ago

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What are you hoping for wrt the depiction of Men in Rings of Power? Is there anything you hope they avoid/lean into?

I AM GOING TO ANSWER THIS ASK!! Before the trailer comes out tonight. SO, as of now a lot of my hopes have been someone quashed so I will instead focus on what is still possible.

I would really like to see a more nuanced approach to the reasons men might find resentment for elves and ban them from Numenor. Unfortunately the main good reason for that is lost to timeline nonsense, ie the first war with Sauron that Tar Telperien first rebuffed and then reluctantly allowed, sending 'Ciryatur' to essentially spend mortal lives in defense of elven ones when even dead elves will just respawn in heaven anyway. Elves have asked a great deal from men for millenia whilst the Valar have favoured them and ignored humanity entirely. So why should they be coming to their rescue again? And why are they not allowed to remain in the world that they love, why must they endure the trauma of being separated from all that they love and call it a gift? Death is an understood necessity to us, to the men of middle earth they know it is something that was forced upon them by powers they have never even met, let alone plead their case too. I actually would like it if they DID go off canon and made Ar-Pharazon a semi-decent person, he doesn't need to be a villain for the events to transpire. He could love Miriel and this could all be a genuine rebellion against unjust divine authority.

Another thing I... not necessarily want but that I'm looking for is an acknowledgement of Numenor's colonialism and the viewpoint of indigenous atani tribes watching their forests cut down and their people driven to the coast. Like admittedly I have no idea how this would be done sensitively when Numenor fully wins and Elendil et al fully continue that trend when they get washed up later but leaving it unspoken and ominously hanging over everything is worse I feel. Mmm perhaps not, as I said even I'm not sure how to do this right.

I want to see unique cultural practices in Numenor, I want to see a clear cultural division between the 'Faithful' and the 'Kings men', I want Adunaic conlanged and I want this to be a genuine religious civil war. Like make the faithful genuinely faithful, Gondor has ancient holdover traditions to honour the Valar so Elendil and his family should as well. GOD I want to see political schemes and machinations, I want!! To see Isildur the statesman and I want to see Miriel loving her country and her people and being entirely torn by what to do. I want them to be imaginative with it!! Stop applying to PJ's boring non-imagination, get wild! Make up shit!

I want sooo badly for them to show a bunch of cool ass mechanisms and steam powered stuff and GOD I need to see incredible impossible numenorean ships. I need them to get the Palantirs right too, I need them to SHOW me Palantir usage and the various aspects that make it a complex skill. Babes... I'm gonna need them to tell me how and why they loaded the stone of erech onto that goddamn ship.

Most of all I need NONE of these people to be MODEST. Well not the Numenoreans anyway, they aren't! It is not a numenorean virtue! They should all be proud snobbish bastards no matter the circumstances.

There's more but I'm a bit on edge at the moment so I can't think too hard or I'll explode.

#chats #erran vs lotronprime #the rings of power

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chojuuro · 3 years ago

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hi oh my god it’s one in the morning and i literally was just sitting here like “wow i read a really good fic a while ago about shizune dying in the pein attack and thinking of her son. i’m really interested in that OC actually. i should read that again.” AND THEN I LOOK AND IT’S *YOUR* OC???? MY BELOVED MUTUAL DES’S OC???? PLEASE TELL ME MORE ABOUT HIM

DBHDSF HELLO YES T'WAS I

my boy............ im sticking this under a cut bc i love yelling

his name is Naoki! he's the son of shizune and kabuto, a product of a long-standing fling between the two that started right around the time of the Search for Tsunade arc. something something, sexual tension, we can't let our masters know about what we've been doing, risky, could be considered treason, blah blah

he's conceived right around the time of the Three Tails Appearance arc in shippuden! just before probably, when they realize they're in the same general area but don't really know why yet. ANYWAY naoki's born probably a month or two prior to the pein invasion! idc if this doesn't make sense timeline wise bc nothing kishi does makes sense either DFHDBF

he's raised by shizune and tsunade, so he's around the hospital scene his whole life. he doesn't find out about who his father is until he's like 14, and doesn't decide he wants a relationship with him until he's like 16-17. it's a little strained for a while, but they make it work.

side note, in the au that makes up my oc canon, kabuto remains a war criminal who's detained following the fight vs itachi and sasuke. by this point naoki is about a year, a year and a half? somewhere thereabouts. he's in prison a few years subject to regular psychotherapy (bc hi i created ninja therapy in this au, under which i call the Mental Treatments And Behavioral Psychotherapy Unit, or the Psychiatric Unit for short), and during an appointment he allows my boy minoru, a yamanaka, to take a walk around his mind using the Mind Transfer Jutsu, sees what kinda horrors kabuto's been put thru in his life, makes a case with the hokage, kakashi, for temporary release. parole essentially. anyway, kabuto and an anbu guard - my boy minoru, who's also the son of the head of the psychiatric unit and who ends up marrying kabuto later on - leave konoha for a bit under the hokage's sanction provided that they make regular checkins with the village and that kabuto is kept under anbu surveillance 24/7. minoru is anbu, so no worries there.

ANYWAY.

he's a med nin who specializes in poisons and toxic plants & animals. three pet snakes who still need names, lives in chunin housing, and he's a nurse! works at the konoha hospital and helps with pediatrics sometimes. he's generally pretty quiet but he's a lil hot headed, decent bedside manner. main personality traits include tired and bad eyesight (me too)

i have him ending up with another oc of mine, Inuzuka Shiba, the daughter of kiba and my oc hajime. shiba works with her aunt, hana, at the vet clinic and naoki brings his snakes in to her for their regular vet checkups. she annoys him and he just wants a nap but anyway they eventually kiss <3

I HOPE THIS MAKES SESNE HDFB i have a lot of thoughts about this boy and none of them are organized but i have a tag for him here!

UHH

YE THANK U FOR ASKING ABT HIM I HAVE at last count 73 OCS AND AN ENTIRE AU IM TRYINNA FILL

#katou naoki #THANK U I LOVE MY OCS THEY R MY CHILDREN #haruno #ask #ocposting

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notsoguiltykpop · 6 years ago

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i just had a dream and i can't believe it happened yet, i swear it was so real and detailed and, i mean, i was there but also i was like an omnipresent viewer and everything was so cinematic and oh fuck let me tell you. it is long, so prepare yourself for a motherfucking ride. also feel free to ignore my massive asks if you wanna, it's chill. ok. so it was about that time namjoon ran away from some children because he panicked when he got recognized. (1/?)

the dream pretty much followed how namjoon ran desperately away from a bookstore and one girl and two boys chased after him giggling and screaming, and namjoon was not screaming but having a mental debate like “i should stop. stop and say hi. but that would be so awkward at this point. i’m too late for that. for why did i even start fucking running? lord, i’m so dumb” but the kids gave no fucks whatsoever, they were just happy to play along. (2/?)

but namjoon was starting to feel his muscles ache and was way too convinced he was socially inadequate to speak like a decent civil, so he tried to pull off that old trick when he enters an alley and the chasers don’t notice and go straight past him, and it worked but this town he was in was a very rural one so he ended up colliding spectacularly with someone, very close to the edge of a river, and they rolled but it didn’t hurt because of the grass. (3/?)

he vaguely thought while falling “who tf spends time in a alley for fun?” and guess who was that dumbass? yes, me. because all those fanfiction i consume on daily basis had to pay off somehow. and i was confused, and a bit overwhelmed to have someone on top of me at 3 in the afternoon, so i looked up and, i think in this dream i was a respectable member of society, so the timeline was before i knew bangtan, so i just, awed. (4/?)

i looked at him as if i could see god smiling on his eyes and hear angels giggling on his eyelashes. and y'know this mole he has under his lip? i couldn’t resist the urge to touch it. so i did, kinda expecting it to be fake and to see it fade under my finger but it was real and that made me say “cute”. at this point he was looking at me as if i was a dirty angry dog in front of his apartment door. he looked so scared. but i continued “i never saw someone with a mole under his lips.” (5/?)

Lol! This was such a wild ride to read! I read more of it in your mention (I’m guessing that was you, but I had to stop reading because I had class and now I can’t find it so forgive me if i remember incorrectly!) and even though I know the frog surgery was very serious, I couldn’t help but laugh! It’s so sweet how concerned you were about the poor frog! I need to know how it ends though!! I read up to where you’d just given it water with a leaf and were concerned because you didn’t know how much to feed it because of the surgery?

While on the subject, I had a dream with BTS in it a while ago, and it was soooo trippy like idek where it came from. It left me feeling weird for like a week and I honesty still have no idea what it meant.

I was in the middle of a different dream in a city when suddenly I was in a forest with trees so tall, but the ground was weirdly flat and soft. The forest went on for as far as I could see in any direction, and there were these little firefly-type things floating way up around the top of the trees. It was bright, but I couldn’t find the sun, or any other indicator of what direction I was walking. It was eerie, but in a beautiful sort of way. After walking a bit, I realized I was dreaming and was like “Oh. It’s one of those nights. Cool.”

So because I knew I was dreaming, I made it so I was barefoot (idk why, I just felt like it) and figured I might as well just sort of chill until I woke up. The forest was so peaceful, and sometime’s I’d hear music that I couldn’t quite place somewhere in the distance. So I walked for a while until I got to a clearing, which was really weird because there were people in it? And I was thinking “I didn’t put that there, wtf” but went to investigate. So I get closer and realize I recognize some of the people standing there as BTS. I’m not sure what they were doing, they were in a circle and had drawn stuff in the dirt?? Idk, it was weird.

I got closer to get a better idea of what they were doing, and Namjoon turned around and gave me the weirdest look and said “Who the hell are you?”

And I was like “Wow, uh, I’ve been watching way too many videos of you, apparently… I’m not sure why you’re here, but I’m gonna get back to enjoying the forest…”

And you know what he said? “Get out of my head!”

So then I thought for a second, trying to figure out what the hell my subconscious brain might be trying to tell me, and finally I said; “Dude. You’re the one in my head, not the other way around. This is getting weird, so you need to leave me alone now.”

You know when you have a lucid dream how you can just sort of change things at will? That’s what I tried to do–to make him and the others go away so I could go on with my night, except I couldn’t. It just sort of made me dizzy to try.

He was still looking at me like I’d just invaded his personal space and was like “Seriously, how did you get here?” And he started getting sort of mad?

Someone else–I’m not sure who, I thought it was maybe Jungkook?– then was like “How’d she get in without a key, anyway?” So I tried to tell him it was a forest, I didn’t need a key.

Namjoon was talking at the same time, though, saying that this was his dream and that I was being very rude?? And I just started ignoring him and asked what it was they were doing while getting closer–which was a mistake because then Namjoon said “Oh no! You suddenly can’t see anymore!” Really sarcastically, but then I actually couldn’t see.

So I was like “Cut it out, you’re making this dream way less fun than it should be.”

And he was like “Oh? Then maybe next time you’ll stay in your own head.”

I tried to walk away but I ended up tripping over something and hurt my knee. Whoever else had spoken–possibly Jungkook or maybe Jimin? They were really muffled, almost subdued–said; “Oh, go easy on her. Clearly there’s been a mistake and she didn’t mean to be here.”

By this point I was getting pretty annoyed because this was supposed to be a fun lucid dream, and said, “Oh, shove it. This is my head, my dream, and you’re no longer welcome here.”

Then I heard Namjoon turn, walk toward me, and say; “For the last time, this isn’t your head and you’re not supposed to be here. Now get. Out.”

And then I woke up. Idk what my brain was doing that night, but it left me feeling really out of place and odd the rest of the day. I also had a dream with only Jungkook in it after that, but I’ve gone on too long already lol! Thank you for sending this and telling me about your dream!!

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