#They are Very Old. They dont remember anything about their old days as a child and its because their brain blocked it out for them

[cconfusedkat]

I don't got Too much to offer at the moment ,BUT !!!!! DHWJDHSFNW I wanted to elaborate further on my infodumping regarding Shamura's old town as a child as well as what their life was like before the crown of war and wisdom

Itll probably be about another minute or so :>c possibly up to 1:56 id say

In Short,,, shamura went from being a simple child attending church every week -> a new priest that helped volunteer with the church -> becoming a cardinal at the clergy ,,, Piling that all with other after school activites (regarding sports & gifted) they were frequently VERY stressed out as a child,,, it lead to them burning down the whole clergy and "crying for absolution",,, No one knew the cardinal burnt down the clergy so the town had been very paranoid,, and it was all this almost 17 yr old's fault with not knowing how to cope with it :'-]c

They were the smartest & most "prodigal" child of silk cradle at the time,,, often having people both older and younger look up to them for how they were the best example of a church kid should quote on quote Behave

With all the heavy set expectations they had really bad coping mechanisms such as not only being a perfectionist immediately at 11 years old ,but Also being too obsessed with the idea of fire and eventually it dwelling into pyromania (which mental illness that long ago was deemed as psychotic so they were very undertreated) ,,

[connormoving]

aww its kinda cute finding me complaining abt my dads whole lisa thing from 2017. honestly so overshadowed by everything else and also i was so annoying when i was 12 aw .

[lookoutjoe]

now this is a song for all of yall that ever had one of them days you know where you wake up with a b52 hangover and your woman is whopping you on the side of your head with a pillow that feels like a baseball bat and she's saying IF YOU STAY OUT DRUNK WITH THOSE PEOPLE YOU CALL YOUR FRIENDS UNTIL FIVE O CLOCK IN THE MORNING ONE MORE TIME I AM GOING HIT MY ASS ON DOWN THE ROAD. yes good morning dear. so you go into the backyard and put the garden hose over the top of your head. going oh god oh god. and you look over and your dog… has died. and i mean, this is a fine bird, man, he can find birds (idk what he's saying here sorry) he can find birds in queens, you know? so you hop in your short (?) and you're beating it for the welfare office right and you see in the rear view window the repro man coming. thats going to cop your car. you just lucked out of that. anyways, down at the place where you get your cheque you got to face one of them poverty pimps right. and she's saying (incoherent mumbling) yes m'am of course oh no of course i would never do anything like that yes thank you very much. bitch. i mean its bad enough that you got to go ask(?) someone 'cause you can't find no job least ways they could teach you to put a little dignity you know what i mean? anyway you figure its time to go back to the house and make things right with your woman. well. in front of your house is a sheriff's car. and there is a man who says. so. andrew j thompson is that you? yes, uh, i have a writ here from shelby county tennessee says you owe three and a half months back alimony on your first wife plus uh penalties and child support. uh. you have ten days to give me, uh… yeah uh 27 hundred thousand dollars or you're going to jail. OW! i mean that's some RUDE SHIT you know what i'm saying? so about this time you just say FUCK IT. and go on down to your favourite watering hole and you crawl up the side of and down into the middle of. and proceed to drown in a bottle of OLD. CROW. BOURBON. DRINKING. WHISKEY. YES. i mean we don't want the fancy stuff man we want to get the job done. you ain't carrying no weapons so you know you ain't gonna get into any trouble, right? as long as you remember how to RUN. it only takes you an hour and half before you start seriously going (slurring) ahhh can i have another one? i dont have i think ive had too much drink… what do you. mannnn. what do you mean man. mannnnn. i had a terrible day! (returns to normal voice) bartender's saying "i dont care if its only ten oclock its last call for you". about this time, this fine, i mean super fine foxy looking woman with the long legs and the hair down to here, flapping her baby blues comes STROLLING by. and you say, OW! and you sobers right quick, right. but having failed the third grade you say something to the effect of: "Are, uh, um. You, uh?" what you really wanna say is, uh, "hey baby. hey why dont you come over and have a drink with me. you alright? yeah, ain't nothing to it. oh, you're just passing through town? mhm. oh, he did? with twenty dollars? in las vegas? well how did you get- no, i ain't gonna ask that. uh, i'm just passing through myself, you know. anyway. sit down and lets you know get right. yo, okay. my, youre fine looking darling. ohh. ohh! hey what'd you say your name was again, yeah?" and this is the song that you wish was playing on the jukebox. cause it's got your whole story. ♬ I was lonesome as I could be...

[thriller1ruler]

GIGGLY BUG (pt.4-last part)

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

lee!nam-gyu / ler!thanos

(A/N): hii, its me again. i dont feel so well these days. sobbs. kinda enjoyed writing this tho 😋 i got the earwig "itsy bitsy spider" for quite a long time, so i decided to put that in in this fanifiction. help. am i improving?

this is a tickle fanfic. if you don't like it, scroll.

It was almost breakfast time, and Nam-Gyu was definitely not a morning person. The word "tickle" sent a childish feeling through him, hinting that today would be anything but ordinary. as the laughter of the 4 friends came louder into his ears, he sensed that the day ahead would expose hidden truths, unraveling the comfort of his routine.

"i've asked you a small question..are you ticklish?" a little smirk came upon thanos's lips. he seriosly did wanted to know more about nam-gyu..plus he was bored. whatever his plan was now, it would maybe be the most harmless thing he did to a person since ages.

"i know there is more of you."

Nam-Gyu subtly rolled his eyes, redirecting his gaze back to Thanos. He was determined not to reveal the slightest hint of his 40% concern, fully aware of the consequences that would follow if he failed to maintain his nonchalance right now.

"..of course not. how old am i? 5?"

Thanos stood up and moved a bit closer to Nam-Gyu. Player 124 shifted his gaze, trying to appear more serious as he noticed that he wanted to sit next to him. Nam-gyu adjusted his posture, aiming to present himself in a more professional manner while acknowledging Thanos's presence.

"y'know..there is something you and spiders have in common."

...

"they are as dramatic as you."

nam-gyu looked at thanos with a little confusion. did he seriosly have a IQ like a goldfish??

"..what are you talking about?"

Nam-gyu could feel the nervousness creeping into his voice, almost causing him to stutter, but he focused and managed to steady his tone just in time.

"you said you're not ticklish right?"

thanos's mischievous voice and his penetrating brown-blue eyes were only complicating matters for nam-gyu. he wasn't tickled since...how long?

"hmm..maybe, if i'm still that ticklish like i had been, i'll just hold my laughter in..yeah that always worked." he thought.

"earth back to nam-gyuu!! what's your thoughts huh??"

"i've told you. i'm not ticklish."

oh, thanos's plan was going just as he hoped, every detail falling perfectly.

"..so, you wouldn't mind if i..?"

thanos grabbed nam-gyu's sides, all 10 fingers digging into his. nam-gyu could feel the funny sensation of his body, a quite shriek coming out. he tried to cover his mouth not to let out more weird noises.

"-..Look, i told you. there is nOHOH-"

nam-gyu bit his lip holding on his dear life. He tried not to let out just a little bit of laughter and accidentally fall down. this sensation cant be so intense..?

"ah, is something wrong??" thanos could only get a headshake as a response.

Now, the purple haired squeezed nam-gyu's sides more under his ribcage. he only could get breathy-giggles from his friend.

"so you lied to me? not very noble from you.."

"i juhust remembered sohomething fuhunny-.."

Thanos let out a small chuckle, finding the situation his friend is in at this moment kinda reletable. he decided to go up to his armpits now and... there was the point where number 124 cracked.

"pfft- ahahaha! oHohokay THANOS plEHEHASE you gohohot mehehe!! leheht gohoho!!"

"hm...let me think.."

more laughter came out from nam-gyu. he noticed that some people were standing in a line, looking at him with..a smile? oh no, it was breakfast time!

"what about..no? boy, i won't give up on you so easily."

"nahahaha!!"

number 124 tried to fight back, but since his armpits are getting attacked..the more he moved, the more it tickled. The awkward situation aimed to elicit a scream from him, but instead, he could only laugh like a child. His plan had not unfolded as he had envisioned. Suddenly, Nam-gyu noticed that Thanos was humming a tune. Though he couldn’t quite catch the melody, it washed over him like a wave of nostalgia, stirring memories long forgotten.

"i see...y'know, i had an earwig minutes ago..wanna hear it?"

oh, they both had the same thoughts, will this end well?

"juhuhust maheke ihit stohohohop!"

"hmm..i take that as a yes!"

thanos could feel how nam-gyu's legs were kicking slightly behind him now. he scribbled his fingers down to his ribs slowly and let out a inhale.

"...the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout.." the scribbling became faster as he reached his aim. nam-gyu concealed his face with his hands, a gesture of despair that only served to expose more areas for thanos to target when he realized what his plan actually was. in that moment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t deserve this..or at least that’s what he convinced himself. a slight pink blush came out from his cheeks. he never felt this way before..it was something new.

"nohoho..!"

thanos's hands now spidered under his hips slowly. "down came the rain..and washed the spider out!"

Nam-gyu's soft cackles gradually transformed into a rich laughter, causing him to tremble and curl up like a hedgehog, still concealing his face with his hands. this laughter was stuck inside him for ages..seriously, was he enjoying this? All he did was faking his chuckles all the time back then..

"Out came the sun and dried up all the rain.."

Without a warning, Thanos's cold hands jumped on his neck, scribbling it fast but not harshly causing Nam-gyu to squeal.

The purple haired couldn't help, instead he let out a little giggle when that unexpected sound came from him. But then, his hands jumped back to his stomach.. where it was conditioned under Nam-gyu's jacket. Thanos knew exactly what he was doing.

"and the itsy bitsy spider went up to the spout again!"

"sthohop ihihihit!" the words that came out from nam-gyu came out fast, yet loud and high pitched. the hands that were scribbling on top of his tshirt felt like 100 spiders moving around on his stomach and their little legs making the sensation just worser.

"oh boy, look at yourself! if i was somebody else, you would beat me up right away, right?" thanos laughed. "did you like the song? is it the reason why your smiling??"

Nam-gyu was about to explode and his laughter was going on mute. As Thanos realized it was too much, his hands turned back into his sides. finally, Nam-gyu could catch his breath again, but sadly it couldnt stay for too long. he turned into endearing cackles, letting out his last words.

"youhuhu rahahascal..!!"

Thanos could get his friends most adorable giggles out from his stomach. Nam-gyu will never forget this day..him curling up into a hedgedog, nothing to worry about was seriosly going to change his presence for Thanos.

"oh my, i just realized how embarrassing we look when we were in the same situation..."

Jung-bae, Gi-hun, Dae-ho and in-ho were standing in the line to get some breakfast. All 4 were curiously looking at the duo.

"hey, atleast we learned more about eachother! seriosly, look at Gi-hun!! his cheeks are still red!"

Dae-ho said giggling, causing gi-hun to let out a little chuckle of emberassment. His old self was rising up a little more, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. It was nice to see everyone together, sharing moments of joy and happiness.

Meanwhile In-ho..he forgot that he was the frontman for a minute. All that laughter and the nostalgia mixed up inside of him. he could see gi-huns hopeful eyes..it reminded him where he stepped his foot the first time he ever came here-. His thoughts got interrupted when a sudden poke hit his side.

"are you even listening young-il?"

...

a small nod came from the frontman. the 3 contuined to talk.. but In-ho..the choices he made pressed slowly into his heart, a reminder of his joy that had turned bittersweet...

The word around him contuined to move, but he felt frozen in his guilt, knowing he could never reclaim the times he had lost sadly ever again..

Or atleast, that's what he thought.

[belivinginyourselfistherealmagic]

So you have a demon living inside of you?

A Jasminka centric fanfic 🍩✨️

Jasminka finally reveals she has a demonic spirit inside of her that she keeps at bay with snacks

Warnings: Ukraine famine mentioned (I have made the fic before the war) maybe medical neglect tw over eating tw

So you have a demon living inside of you? Amanda asked to make sure she heard right

Yep

Actually demons but yes

But if I feed them its all right

Wait so that time I lost the race cause of that donut was because of that

Im sorry I remembered that for you for too long...

Yes I always eat extra just in case

I promise I didnt mean to lose it back then

Im sure there is a cure Diana says in a serious tone while sounding a bit more worried than usual but still keeping her composure

No she raised a hand to stop her

I already made peace with them

We actually become kind of friends

I give them snacks to not destroy the world and they keep me company

She smiled her usual sweet smile

Like she was when she was offering some chocolate chip cookies

Just this matter was quite more serious

They are actually really misunderstood spirits

Sits down to start to tell the story

Many years ago back in Ukraine there was a human made Great Famine

And these spirits are all thats left

Lotte covered her mouth Diana looked shocked and all could Akko do is gasp

But Jasminka continued before seeing anymore reactions

She kept it to herself for too long

And she didnt know if she could continue if she would look everyone in the eye

They were so angry that they wanted to destroy all that pain and the only way they thought they could is to just destroy everything

For many years that was their plan

But they couldnt cause they were too weak

not without a body

Not without a host

And one day they found me

I was a lonely child I was using my summer days in Ukraine to lay outside on the grass and eating chips

And then they found me

At the start I didnt know what got into me I felt great pain and hunger

That 3 meals a day couldnt cover anymore I became angry and explosive

And had powers too big for my age

I got food from every place I could get my hand on and stole if I didnt

At the start my parents thought it was just emotions from starting to become a teenager

But when I blew up the kitchen at 11 which was too much power for an 11 year old and "my favorite place" as they liked to call it

they realized maybe there was something more to it they realized maybe there was something wrong

So they took me to see many witch doctors in many professions

That all didnt know what to do

Till I reached a spirit magic witch

Like Lotte

All eyes were turned to Lotte

Like me?

Yes How they found out what was wrong was they took me to a spirit magic user

And they talked to my spirits and told my parents what was wrong

I was very young so I dont remember very much

Just the whole if you wont eat enough the world might end

But all I remember after that trip I was allowed to eat a lot more snacks

And I finally felt like myself again

She posed cause she heard a small voice starting to speak

By the way I know Im not as good as those witches in spirit magic

But just know that if you ever need help with trying to communicate with them Im here said Lotte

And if you need help stealing some food Im here too Akko blurted

Sucy looked judging Akko's interruption and was about to make a snarky comment

But before she could say anything Jasminka said

Thanks I appreciate all the support I could get smiling her usual smile but a bit less worry free this time

Wait back to the all the world is ending bit Amanda said

Might she pointed

Thats what she worried that all they would see her is as a threat

Everyone else she had let close in the past has left

She needs to keep it together they are her friends after all

How do you handle the stress of complete doom over everything above your head?

When you are afraid of something for so long you start to barely notice it

And so do you want to have my number as an emergency contact for if you need food

Yes I would love to

Amanda is right you should have a safety plan

And I know you dont want to banish your spirits

And I respect that but I believe you need a plan b for if you somehow fail Diana said

She didnt like to think about that she usually thought about it only before she went to sleep a space where she knew she was helpless to do anything if everything turned wrong

And wonder if the next time she would wake in the morning everything would be gone

Diana continued Thats why we need to find something to protect you

Protect you she liked that

Usually others made it always sound like it was to prevent the whole world doom

They made it sound like only she is the problem that needs to be stopped

And wouldnt at all be in forever misery and pain or even gone too if it were to happen

Now she just realized that never heard that as a child hurt

A pain she didnt know she had

Um thank you she said while taking another bite of her chips and hoped no one will notice

Its the least I could d-

Diana got cut off by Jasminka crying bout

But the doctors said was no way

Maybe there wasent back then but since then the amount of magic we have and advancements we have made could be enough Diana retorted

But they said the magic was too strong she felt desperate

Thats what she knew for so long it pained her for so long and there might be a way?

She knew not to let her hopes up

But she also knew since then cause it seemed fixed her parents just kinda left it

They didnt know the anxiety she had felt each night

And they didnt know how her stomach hurt a lot of the time cause she couldnt take any chances and overate

But Diana is right

There might be new solutions

Diana continued again The thing is we dont need to contain it we just need to redirect it

Till you get something to eat which at max could be a few hours

If its with teleportation magic or converting the energy

We are lucky to be in a school with the number 1 expert in magic conversions

Professor Croix

And Im not sure if you are aware but she owes us

And I will accompany you Akko raised her hand clearly trying to be there for her even if her biggest experty is Shiny Chariot

You cant you are already failing your classes Diana replied immediately

Akko's face had fallen and looked like a sad puppy

Diana coughed you cant all the time

We will take turns in accompanying you

I will come most of the time for the technicalities and Lotte will come too

Me??

Yes since you have more knowledge of the technicalities of spirits and how they work

Lotte nodded

And other will come for emotional support since Im not always the best at it I admit

And I need Lotte's full attention

Did everyone understood Diana exclaimed

Everyone nodded in unity

Good

A weight had lifted off her chest they are really by her side

Not just for their own safety but for her

Now I will later make you a list of all the things we need to do to figure out a permanent solution

You dont need to carry that weight on your shoulders alone anymore

Diana gaze softened

She already stopped feeling that way

But still she was starving for any reassurance she could get

Talking about starving she noticed she reached the crums of the bag and opened some toffee

And she thought maybe she could be eating more for herself

And not just out of fear

Maybe this will be one of the last times she will have to

[zwolfgames]

Hii! If it's not too much trouble to ask, can you make a Yandere DIO x Child Reader who escaped and is now with the Crusaders? (Reader would have a strong Stand) 🙃

(So idk wether this was meant as like biologically DIO's kid or not but I just went with unrelated because i dont know how many hoes DIO had back in Stardust Crusaders. Also, how does one think up a stand, lol.)

Requested: Annon

Warnings: Slightly OOC DIO, silly kidnapping, bizarre

(3rd person POV)

Life had been turned upside down for you lately. As a poor ten year old alone on the streets of Cairo, you had expected this year to be the same as last year.

Just surviving and having your Stand help steal food.

Thus is the life of a street rat. Kicked out by their abusive father...

But just a month ago, when you were once again getting your Stand to filch some fruit from a night market, you got spotted.

A tall, impending figure had stopped in the alleyway to look down at you.

His piercing golden eyes made you freeze once you were in his field of vision. Did the air just get colder or was that you?

"Tell me of your stand, Child."

The man had spoken, all those nights ago. Truthfully, you hadn't know what a Stand was back then. So he pointed to yours. All you really knew of it was that nobody else could see it... So why was he looking straight at it?

With such intrest too.

Before you could actually talk to the man, he had leaned down and poked something into your head, thats the last thing you could remember.

"So yea, thats all I remember..." You spoke to this strange band of people.

That disintrested looking fellow had been the one to rip whatever that weirdo so long ago put into your head... A 'Flesh Bud'. A means of controlling people, or so you've heard from that french guy and his green clad fellow as they were complaining about the time they had yours.

So they had been attacked by the blonde guy too?

Intresting.

"You have a hell of a Stand kid." The oldest guy pats your shoulder, he looks pretty buff for an old guy. Who are these people.

"My stand? Ah- you mean Arnold?" You made your stand appear. You faintly remember it just... appearing one day when you were being chased by street dogs... It kinda saved your hide. Named after Arnold Schwarzenegger, as you had heard that name on a tv in a store once. Very creative, obviously.

"Yes... Arnold. Does it perhaps do special things. Like superpowers?" The old man asks. Trying not to look back at how one of his friends is being patched up from all his cuts.

"Why should I tell you my secrets?" You cross your arms defiantly.

"Because we saved you, don't you want to defeat who-ever did this to you? Huh, kid?" The old man nudges you with his shoulder.

"Not really. Who are you guys anyways, you don't look like locals at all." You take a step away from the man.

"I'm Joseph Joestar, thats my grandson Jotaro and his friend Kakyoin... Thats Polnareff, and the one you almost blasted to bits is Avdol." Josephs eye twitches as he look back at his hurt friend.

"I didn't do anything." You retort quickly.

"You did, because of this flesh bud. A vampire named Dio was controlling you-" Joseph starts.

"I'm not controllable." You stick your tongue out.

"Oh yea, so then you almost killed Avdol by yourself?" Joseph replies with the same childish tone.

"That was my twin brother, you've got the wrong person." You smirk like the annoying brat you truly are.

The argument gets more heated as Joseph refuses to listen to the sass of a dirt covered child.

Meanchile, in a dark dark room in a castle far away- No, a mansion just a couple of streets away, a certain blonde seethes.

Another one lost. Those damned crusaders... Joestars.

They had taken away many of his subjects.... His pawns.. But this was by far the worst.

A child, a powerfull child. He had plans for you. Shattered, all in a single fight.

Dio clenches his fist and a piece of the parchment he's pretending to read rips.

He wasn't attached... Not at all. You were just strong. And.. Too similar to him. A scumbag of a dad, he had looked into your mind that night you two locked eyes. And he had seen... Things that reminded himself too much of himself. The only diffrence between you two was that you weren't just born evil. A bummer, really. He's always wanted to see a maniacal kid.

But... Oh dallit, who's he kidding, he did get attached. And really he doesn't understand why. You were a dirty, foolish child...

But you had potential...

Dio had always planned to be the lonesome ruler of his ideal world... But you were.. ideal enough. Yes.

You could like... stand next to him and chirp about whatever useless tought you had this time.

Something to quench the silence he's grown to hate after years of being confined to a coffin under the sea.

It's a miracle that you hadn't gotten on his nerves, really. He usually hated all kids. But well, maybe it's that mischievious glint in your eyes. Makes him think too much of his time back in his living ages.

So, ofcourse he sent two of his stand users out to retrieve you.

Wich is how he had leanred of your capture by the Joestars.

Oh he had wanted to gag, what if they made you into the same goody-two-shoes all Joestars pretended to be?

Disgusting. He's have to end your suffering in that case...

But for now, he could wait for his pawns to bring you back. Maybe you were ready for the no flesh bud treatment.

Probably not. But hey, who knows what other nonsense you'd come up with if he let you be that free.

If only his pawns would hurry up! He's bored!

"I'm not helping you, I've got things to do." You declare to Joseph for the sixth time now as they kept on asking you to help them get to Dio.

"We'll give you lots of food." Jotaro pipes in with that same bored tone, seemingly having figured you out after his grandfather had tried convincing you the whole time.

"I'm in. This way."

You hum and start walking. Joseph yaw falls open dramatically as Jotaro walks past him with a slightly proud aura.

The group of guys follow you around the sunny streets of Cairo as you walk to the mansion you just so faintly remember.

Actually... you don't really remember much of your mind controlled times. A faint face of the vampire that had enslaved you... a slight sensation of a hair ruffle. For the rest it's mostly gone.

But who knows, with what these guys have been telling you, this Dio figure is quite the bad guy. And you'd be getting food. So...

The first round roof of the mansion had appeared in your field of vision, you had attampted to call out before someone just jumped onto you from above.

Now this man you remembered just faintly. Cowboyish looks, an attitude and the most annoying smirk.

"Gotta ask you not to struggle kid. Dio's been whining about you for a week now." Hol Horse huffs as he picks you up at the scruff. Glaring at Jotaro's group of friends.

"Let me go or I'll blast you to bits." You declare simply. Crossing your arms childishly.

The cowboy's eye twitches and he takes it as a bluff.

Stupid idea, really.

You activate your stand, Arnold, and use it's ability that you have yet to name. The crystal like being grabs ahold of Hol Horse and sharp crystals grow out of his arm, piercing his skin.

This effectivly drops you as the man screams in pain behind you.

So that's what you had done wit Avdol then? Yikes. Since when did you even have this ability? Must be Dio's fault.

Tough, this seemed way too easy. You were proven right moments after as you were ambushed by a pretty woman... Who you actually didn't know.

She surpisingly just hoisted you over her shoulder mid run and ran away from the Crusaders as they yelled for the woman to stop. You could sense her stand... So this must be another one of Dio's henchmen.

Altough your stand was super duper cool and epic, you're an untrained kid who doesn't know what they're doing.

So you weren't that great at summoning your stand without concentrating fully. And all these jolts you got from this womans fast running weren't helping your concentration.

A puprle vine suddendly wrapped around the womans ankle and she fell to the floor, dropping you as you rolled along the sandy pavement, scratching your skin and further staining your clothes with more dirt.

Joseph had stopped the womans kidnapping attempt. Wich was cool but damm that fall hurt!

The rest of the crusaders came running to you and the unknown stand user. This time it was Polnareff who picked you up like you were damm nothing. To prevent you from getting snatched again.

"You didn't say you were some kind of prized possesion. What does Dio want with you?" Polnareff yells dramatically.

"As if I know! I barely remember him!" You huff back.

"Are you perhaps his offspring?" Kakyoin asks a lot more calmly.

"What? No, I know my dad, he's an asshole but we've got the same hair, so we're obviously related." You shake your head.

"Thats the stupidest explenation I've ever heard." Jotaro sighs while Joseph ties the woman to a pole so that she can't chase again.

"What can I say, never been to school." You shrug with a matter of factly face. Polnareff looks bewildered while the others have taken on a bit of a pitying look. Wich you really don't like.

Seriously, life could be worse.

 Polnareff had loosened his grip slighly as he must have felt safe or something. A stupid descicion really, as a faint barking was coming from down the alley before you.

You caught a glimpse of a funny looking dog with big ears barking up at the sky before you got lifted up really fast by sharp talons.

A hawk, a damm hawk got you.

How was this thing even carrying you? Sure ten year olds aren't big an you don't grow a lot on the street but this is just bizarre!

The hawk dropped you off in the fountain of Dio's courtyard.

Landing with a splash into the unkempt water. Good thing this wasn't deep becasue nobody had ever tought you how to swim...

The hawk squaqed hard before flying back up to protect the mansion you had been brought back to.

Now if you knew one thing about vampires it's that they can't come into the sun or they expolde or something.

So you made it your mission to stay here in the sun as long as possible... Wich.. isn't that long, it was almost sunset... Shit.

"Tought you could run off, child?" A sultry voice spoke from the dark halls surrounding the courtyard.

Two piercing yellow eyes looked straight at you. That same feeling of impending doom hit you again.

"Why don't you come to me. I promise not to harm you..." Dio whispers in a slightly sweet manner. Wich really made it even less convincing.

He'd probably snap your head right off for even attempting to talk to the Crusaders.

You didn't want to walk towards him. But the alluring feeling the man possesed made you take a shaking step.

Screaming in your head to stop wasn't working.

Slowly but surely you were walking out of the suns warm embarce and into the darkness of a vampire's lair.

You're gonna die, oh my god!

The vampire held his hand out so elegantly for you to take, sharp- well kept nails the only indicator of the underlying nature of this predator.

Your hand reached out for his, out of your control. Damm this creature's charm.

The moment your warm hand touched ice cold flesh you were dragged into the darkness and into a strong body.

You were held tightly against the man as he ran a hand trough your hair before you were out like a light. Seriously, what kind of powers does this asshole even have?

The next thing you knew, you woke up in a dark room. Feeling a bit.. cold?

You open your heavy eyes, looking for any sign of life in this room. Closed curtains... unlit candles. Now where in the fuck-knuckles were you now?

"Y/N, would you like to know something?" That same deep voice spoke from behind you. You turn around and face the vampire on his fancy couch, lazing around.

"Not really.." You mutter unsurely.

"Hah, still the same kind of annoyance as before. How I've missed you." Dio muses down at you as if looking at a little lapdog. Wich techically you had been.

"Fine, what's the thing I need to know?" You sigh.

"I've made you a vampire, just like me. Isn't that generous of me my little Y/N? Now we can talk forever." Dio smirks as if this was his best idea ever.

You deadpann and walk over to a curtain to go kill yourself full on vampire way.

"No, foolish child. Come back here." Dio tsks in annoyance and whatever control he has over you now pulls you back to stand behind his couch.

Wow, can't even sit in this place huh?

"Do you not understand why I share my gift of immortality with you?" Dio muses, smiling again. Tough that teeny tiny spark of softness doesn't go unnoticed to your trained eyes.

You just shake your head. Who knows, even age old vampires could be pedo's-

"You... are similar to me. I simply wish for you to have a better life then I had."

Dio speaks a bit less... confidently.

Now, that's something you had never expected from the blonde..  Ever.

Where's the uncaring cold villain you knew? The guy that killed his servants for failing?

Why was he looking at you as if his words were genuine?

And why was it affecting you like this?

"Y/N, when Jotaro Joestar and his group make their way to my estate, I want you to stay firmly beside me. Do you understand me?" Dio narrows his eyes as he stands up to tower over you. That sinister shadow casting over his face to get you to comply.

You just nods your head. Wich apparently isn't good enough for him as he squishes your cheeks between his hand.

"Use your words, child." Dio tsks.

"I'll stay at your side..." You speak up, not like you actually would... they were coming here to kill Dio... You didn't wnat to die aswell...

Dio sighs and ruffles your hair roughly before leaving the room to go do whatever the hell he does all day.

You hear a little lock click shut, once again trapping you somewhere, tough unlike last time, you have full control of your mind...

Dio didn't need a henchmen anymore, not of you.

He couldn't even understand it himself. Maybe deep down he missed a brother he could bully.

So just sit in that tower and don't complain and everything would be alright.

He wouldn't let those crusaders take you away from him again...

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Dio was a bit OOC but I really don't know how to get this man to like a kid, i think he'd throw one out of a window if given the choice. Xd.

Have a nice night/ Day!

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[gendrie]

arya only has one chapter in the north, but northern locations are referenced throughout her entire storyline. right from the very beginning all the way thru to her most recently published chapters.

Arya shrugged. "Hold still," she snapped at Nymeria, "I'm not hurting you." Then to Sansa she said, "When we were crossing the Neck, I counted thirty-six flowers I never saw before, and Mycah showed me a lizard-lion." Sansa shuddered. They had been twelve days crossing the Neck, rumbling down a crooked causeway through an endless black bog, and she had hated every moment of it. (Sansa, AGOT)

after they leave winterfell arya has fun on the journey south by exploring the land. the neck is part of the north's territory. the people who live there are northerners (like the reeds; close allies to the starks) so i think its significant that arya actually got out there to see it. she takes an interest in learning about the flora, fauna, and customs.

...but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything. (Arya, ACOK) "I want to go north, to the Wall. Here, I can pay." She gave him the purse. "The Night's Watch has a castle on the sea." "Eastwatch." The captain spilled out the silver onto his palm and frowned. "Is this all you have?" (Arya, ASOS)

the wall is a location that comes up often in arya's pov. arya wants to visit jon on the wall. desperately. while traveling up the kings road with yoren she poses as a night's watch recruit and they are bound for the wall. arya tries to go there before finding passage to braavos and even once there keeps tabs on the ships hoping she will find one to bring her to eastwatch on the sea so she can be reunited with jon.

She did remember Lord Cerwyn, though. His lands had been close to Winterfell, so he and his son Cley had often visited. (Arya, ACOK)

arya considers the cerwyn lands while imprisoned alongside their lord in harrenhal. he dies before arya has a chance to do anything but it shows her familiarity.

When she got closer, she saw that he was a northman, very tall and thin, huddled in a ragged fur cloak. That was bad. She might have been able to trick a Frey or one of the Brave Companions, but the Dreadfort men had served Roose Bolton their whole life, and they knew him better than she did. If I tell him I am Arya Stark and command him to stand aside . . . No, she dare not. He was a northman, but not a Winterfell man. He belonged to Roose Bolton. (Arya, ACOK)

one of the most forbidding locations in the north is the bolton's fortress. the dreadfort is a dark place and arya knows better than to trust its men. the survivors of the bolton's attack on winterfell are being kept prisoner at the dreadfort too. in conditions like arya experienced in clash.

"Cat." He considered. "Yes. Braavos is full of cats. One more will not be noticed. You are Cat, an orphan of . . ." "King's Landing." She had visited White Harbor with her father twice, but she knew King's Landing better. (Arya, AFFC)

this is one of my fave little details. arya references visiting white harbor with ned. i dont think any other stark child does so i do like to headcanon it was a daddy and daughter trip. arya wouldve met the manderlys on these trips. they're also staunch allies of the starks. wyman lost a son at the red wedding and arya was imprisoned in harrenhal alongside his other son.

"I know where the slaves came from. They were wildlings from Westeros, from a place called Hardhome. An old ruined place, accursed." Old Nan had told her tales of Hardhome, back at Winterfell when she had still been Arya Stark. (Arya, ADWD)

this is a northern location beyond the wall with a mysterious past and an uncertain future. the freefolk have settled there but the conditions are not great. these refugees were taken prisoner by lyseni slavers. the sealord seized the ship, but arya spied on the slavers and informed the faceless men that they intended to go back for more. using this information the iron bank assisted jon snow in an attempted rescue of those who remained at hardhome.

"You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you." (Arya, ACOK) Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. (Arya, AFFC)

and, of course, there is winterfell. winterfell is arya's home and a cornerstone of her identity. i think the most touching thing about arya's perspective of winterfell is that it isn't just the starks home, but maester luwin's and old nan's and hodor's and everybody else's too. the smallfolk will always make their home there and arya doesn't just acknowledge that but cherishes it.

[heartfullofleeches]

hiii i love you and your work 💕💕💕

i've had horrible brain rot over the immortal yan recently...but i forget his name lol

i do remember he is very orange though💀💀

anyway; what would his reaction be to someone else betraying reader? there was that one post of him basically saying that in order for reader to become immortal, he would have to hurt them horribly...but what if in the process of planning what he could do, or as he almost figured out how to make reader immortal without hurting them, someone ELSE betrayed them, what if it didn't make them immortal? what if it did? would he see it as luck, like 😟😲🫢🤭OH YAY I DONT HAVE TO KILL MY SPOUSE😁😁😁!!!!

also: could him and reader have children? obviously they could adopt but assuming they both had the necessary equipment to have a biological baby could they? would that baby be immortal? if no, or if they adopted a baby, how would they explain that they don't age?

also not only to the kids but also the neighbors, coworkers, teachers etc etc

could they learn sfx makeup and like make themselves age? do they just like disappear one day? do they move around a lot? is it just cartoon logic of ".....it just is that way 🤷🏽‍♀️ no one notices anything is off🤷🏽‍♀️"?

If Devlin's [who I'm 99.9 percent sure you're talking about] Darling was betrayed by someone else and became immortal as a result ol' Devi here would feel like he's won the lottery.

"Your loved one betray and/or murder you - the resulting grief and trauma leading you to become a zombie without all the rotting and hunger for brains? Me too, babes- Let's hit up a bowling alley."

He doesn't have to kill them and they're heartbroken? Jackpot. If Darling felt anything like he did when he was murdered/became immortal- Scared, Hurt, Lost, Alone- they'll be ripe for the picking when he comes along. All Devlin wanted for the first couple of decades he continued to walk the earth was someone like him that knew what he was going through. He hopes they feel the same way when he tells them they have a lot more in common now.

Devlin and Reader could have children, but you might want to wait another century before this dork is ready to be father material. A biological child between Devlin and Reader would not be immortal, but the would have an insanely sped up heal factor to wear things like broken bones would heal in the matter of days.

Devlni himself bounces from location to location when he gets bored or he's lived there long enough that people get suspicious that twenty something year old they say ten years ago looks the exact same. There is one town where a ton of weird shit happens that Devlin views as a vacation spot since it is nice to go to a place where everyone knows you and nobody gives a damn you don't age when there's wilder shit happening right across the street. If Reader and Dev had a kid the family might move there at least until the kid was a teen because if one more parent walks up to Devlin or Reader asking what's their secret to looking so young he's throwing hands.

[enchantedsword]

au were mk is wukongs bio kid but its still similar to canon in that he wasnt supposed to be born for many many years. okay this is gonna be a shit explanation but ill do my best to make it make sense.

mk is supposed to be born with both wukong and macaque as his parents(macaque was always fated to come back) in the more traditional way. but nine headed demon who we'll say became "friends" with wukong during that five hundred years after sealing demon bull king, used some sort of spell/magic to basically have wukongs magic/life force/essence(whatever you want to call it) create a child on its own without another parent without wukong getting suspicious about it, since there are occasions a celestial pregnancy can occur like this.

however this is still not a good thing for wukong because even with all his strength and power a child(at least a celestial one) still needs two parents or at least another trusted person to help provide it energy/life force during pregnancy and for about 3 years after so the baby(mk) is only feeding from wukong, so much so that he's extremely weak by the time he gives birth and isnt even back to full power/health until mk would be unlocking his own powers. theres also the fact mk is still the harbinger of chaos and not just a normal celestial child so he would end taking more from wukong.

also playing with the idea that giving birth burned through the pills and wine of immortalities maybe even a third one or at least half of another one, thats how difficult/dangerous this pregnancy and birth was for him without a partner to help. i do think he would call a temporary truce with PIF at least towards the end of his pregnancy because he knows he wont be able to actually give birth alone, and shes been through this before and she'd be the only one he trust to help him even with all thats happened between them.

now this opens the opportunity for nine headed demon to steal mk, however im unsure if i want him take him when hes a newborn and have wukong think that his child is dead due to not being able to give him the power/energy he needed during pregnancy, or if he waits until mk is about 2 like in canon before he takes him, turns him human and erases wukongs memories of himself and mk. either way he does erase himself from wukongs memories.

i dont have a lot for this au but i do know season 4 and 5 would be one hell of an emotional roller coaster for everyone, the scroll giving hints that mk isnt human and somehow related to wukong but not clear on the how. im honestly leaning towards mk being taken as a baby and wukong believing he didnt survive childbirth and the scroll itself showing mk the wukong has a baby that "died", instead of being shown the rock. technically he could be shown that in either version i choose to use. but if i choose this option i feel like wukong would start piecing things together a lot quicker then in canon, cause an 18-20 year old kid shows up being able to use the staff and with all his powers 18-20 years after the baby he had "dies", i think that would raise a lot of flags for him and would have him talking to PIF(whos memories of the birth would have also been tampered with) to figure if they have any actaul inconsistencies in the memories of that day.

then theres the option of mk being taken when hes 2 and wukong having all memories of anything to do with him taken, and never questioning why this random kid has his powers, and then mk is shown the scene with wukong and a baby, a baby thats very clearly not a normal monkey(something the scroll doesnt show wukong himself) and when he brings it up wukong is confused because hes never interacted with babies that werent part of the troop. this one also has PIF helping wukong through the birth of his child. but since mk wasnt taken until he was 2, her memories wouldnt be tampered with so she would remember where wukong doesnt, and wukong knows himself well enough that if he ever had a child theres only one person that he would trust to help him, so he would go to her and explain what was seen and what he doesnt remember.

[ponett]

wait, you could have gotten a follow up with Ken himself? did that go very far or were you not interested? i getta imagine even if you dont like his work, asking the man himself about his days on the comic would be illuminating.

I could have. Part of me was definitely curious, since there's so much we don't know about what was going on behind the scenes at Archie and Ken's one of the few people still interested in talking about it. But it's also like... I dunno, I just like to keep some distance between me as a critic and him as a creator. I can talk about his work, I can talk about things he's said publicly about his work, but I don't need to drag him directly into it. It's the same reason why I've never interacted with him directly on Twitter, even though people loooooooove to get into arguments with him about Sonic shit. As critical as I've been of both him and his work, I have zero desire to grill him in person.

Were I to interview him, there are basically two paths I see here:

Option A: I do a totally cordial softball interview, magically putting aside my well-established opinions on the guy from my decade spent running TKP, and use it as an opportunity to get some more insight into the creation of the comics from him. And then what? I go right back to poking fun at him on my Tumblr blog that has his name in the URL? I'm pretty soft on the guy these days compared to all the Sonic fans out there who think he's The Literal Devil, but still, there's no way for this to not feel like entrapment to me. Like I'm just playing nice so he can give me ammo for when I turn around and continue poking fun at his work and his occasional legal threat. And even if I never use anything he says in that interview against him, since I finished covering his Archie Sonic run for the blog years ago rarely have any reason to even bring him up, my audience will sure as hell comb through every word he says to find more coal for the hate train.

Option B: I'm more critical of him to his face, in which case I'm basically just bullying a kinda pathetic old man, who's already alienated most of his peers and committed career suicide, for writing some children's comics I didn't like 20-30 years ago. There is not a single iota of me that wants to turn into Ken's equivalent of that asshole who paid to be a guest on the BumbleKast just to ask Ian Flynn a bunch of questions that boiled down to "hey so this story you wrote sucked, why'd you write it that way?"

It just doesn't feel right to me no matter how you slice it. Ken's not some monstrous public figure who needs to get held accountable for his actions in an interview or something. At the end of the day, it's just comics. It's not that serious. He can continue making his weird little Lara-Su Chronicles comics and putting his foot in his mouth of his own accord, and I can continue being like "lol remember when Knuckles got called a 'proud man-child' at his own funeral" as a side thing to my own creative career, and never the twain shall meet

[djarinova]

dinem miscommunication you say... 👀🎤

(my unpopular opinion is miscommunication is actually be a very good and realistic trope and it's the realism that frustrates people hehe but it can be so good for plot and tension !!)

i do indeed say miscommunication with din 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (although this is probably a more general x reader miscomm than anything selfship related)

AND @stevebabey and i have been yelling about this for days in the dms so everybody say thank you ruby for having such a huge brain and for screaming about this entire concept w me <3 divider by @/saradika

i just think miscommunication goes hand and hand with who din is as a character—he's stoic, almost unreadable at times (and the helmet certainly does not help with that), he doesn't say anything more than is necessary and he has such a complex and interesting childhood and backstory and many of his romantic... viewpoints, shall we say, are deeply traditional and seem very old school to an outsider.

the miscommunication itself will come when he's finally ready to confess his feelings for you (if i was to write everything that came in-between the first meet and this moment then this would become a fully fledged fic but let me just say this: he grappled with his feelings for a l o n g time, im talking years of knowing you, and i know it's implicitly implied but he trusts you more than anyone else in the galaxy and there have been afew moments were he's almost slipped up and spilled his feelings for you—or so he thinks—and he's agonised himself over how best to approach the subject with you) and you completely misread his intention.

he offers you something—an object of great value to him, something that he feels will bring you security and safety or something that he wants you to keep close to you whenever he is far away (a weapon with an engraving, a compass with a glimmering star along the rim, a small piece of cloth embroidered with a word that you can't read in a language you don't understand)—and you reject it. it looks too clean, too fancy, too nice. and so you politely say "Oh. Din, no... I-I can't take this from you..." and you can actually visibly see his disappointment, it's only for a split second, but his head tilts and his shoulders deflate just ever so slightly, but it's there and it makes you a little confused, it's just a gift, there have been plenty of times when I've offered him something and he's said no, why is it only a problem when I do it??

it ticks you off, just a little, but you let it go. turning and stalking back into the hull of the ship as din watched you disappear feeling crestfallen and embarrassed. because he really thought you would accept it.

and here's the thing, this object, this gift that din was trying to give you, it isn't just an ordinary gift. with it came the question of a relationship, it was customary for a man to offer an heirloom to the person he wishes to court—and considering everything he's been through, it was lucky that he had kept that tiny slither of his past with him all this time, after everything he's lost he wasn't even sure he would ever get to offer it to anyone but he had kept it anyway, locked in a box underneath his bed, just waiting, gathering dust... until you came along.

and then comes the angst. he starts acting differently towards you, it's reminiscent of how he acted when he first met you and it makes you sick to your stomach. you constantly worry that youve done something to upset him (which in a way, you have). he barely speaks more than 5 words to you a day and it is enough to make you feel completely guilty over something that you dont even remember doing! and that realisation makes you angry, you dont even remember upsetting him! you havent said anything odd or screwed up a bounty or messed up something with the child and he's acting totally irrationally, ignoring you and treating you like you dont even exist.

the resolution comes after almost 3-4 months of this. youve grown used to your new dynamic now, and even though you wish you knew the reason for his behaviour, and you wish it wasnt like this, you accept how things are. your anger has slowly dissipated and now you mostly feel fine, still hurt and confused, but din has given you plenty of opportunities to leave over the last few months and you have yet to even consider it—you don't want to leave and despite his best efforts, you still care for him.

perhaps you overhear a conversation in a market between two people who are discussing The Mandalorian, or perhaps you hear din talking to a friend or maybe you read something in a book, but whatever it is, something happens and it clicks for you. the reason din has been so distant is not because he doesnt like you, or because he wants you to leave the ship... it's because he felt embarrassed when you rejected his gift, it's because he has been trying to give you space so you dont feel suffocated by his feelings. he's been doing this for you.

and so you storm up to him, wind beneath your sails now, and demand to know what the hell is wrong with him. if he had just been clear about his feelings then neither of you would've had to be so miserable these past few months. and why didnt he just TELL YOU about the meaning behind the gift.

and he's like would that have changed anything?

and you swallow hard, making eye contact with where you assume his eyes sit behind his visor and you say yes, din, in a whispered voice, it wouldve changed everything.

anyways .......

[diminuel]

Happy new years 🎉 I wish you a great 2025

Ok with that outta the way, I made the horrific mistake of continuing my rewatch of op yesterday afternoon and finished marineford which is not a great way to spend the last day of the year with but that's on me

I usually am passive with the whole crocomom/dad theory with croc cuz I thought it was only based of that one iva line and thought haha let's add another potential mom to the list(mind you I first heard this theory when I was in wci so memories of marineford was spotty at that time)

Now on my rewatch when I'm not too focused on the anxiety and mourning of ace I'm now realized how ooc croc was after sengoku announced Luffy parentage

I just went ????!?!? HUH WHAT WHAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS FOR I DONT TRUST YOU WHAT

There's legit zero reason for him to kill the executioners much less help the whitebeards with akainu like zero reason

You couldn't even play off it's a 'pirate's pride' with croc like he said when he went to help the whitebeards and not letting the navy hunt down the pirate CUZ HE WAS A FORMER WARLORD HE DOESN'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT PIRATE PRIDE WHATSOEVER

And you couldn't even argue about it paying back a debt to Luffy cuz he technically did so already in impel down

It's just, it doesn't make any sense unless he has a very strong connection regarding Luffy parentage (regardless it's because he is mom or he owe someTHING to the revs)

Ughhhh my goddd, I don't even think it's a theory anymore, I truly believe crocomom is real now andjshfjsnfj

A happy New Year and a great 2025 to you too!

Crocodile's out of the ordinary behavior during the battle of Marineford is what many people who are aware of Crocodad cite as a main reason for why there could be some truth to the theory! I did read this "live" when it was released in but I didn't like Crocodile at that time so I don't remember what I thought about his motivations. I think the most surface level one is to just accept that what he says is true but it leaves a lot of questions because he goes above and beyond what is necessary to not let the marines win.

Not letting the marines win meant "save Ace, protect Luffy - carry the next generation into the new era". Considering his grudge against Whitebeard, him following his wishes all of a sudden seems strange. But if there was his own interest mixed into making sure Luffy lives... well.

(Sidenote: I like what you say about him not having any pirate pride. I think that's true. Judged by Miss Golden Week's power he still has or at least had dreams to be the king of pirates. But he doesn't do anything to achieve it, so I wonder what being king of pirates even meant to him. (It is Buggy of all people who gives him and Mihawk a lecture about them not being real pirates if I remember correctly.))

Crocodile comes across as a character who makes decisions based on strategic merit, not emotion. But when he saved Luffy, he was clearly upset, even more upset than when he saw WB stabbed by his own crew member. And even that kind of upset surprised a lot of people.

I did write about the specific moment that proceeds Crocodile starting his out of character actions and it is WB's speech about sons, about loving them unconditionally, about doing what it takes to preserve that life. He was talking about Ace and while Crocodile did save Ace, there is way more weight to him saving Luffy - the stakes are higher (it is against Akainu) and Crocodile appears emotionally invested in it as well. "If you want to protect something, do it right." He knows that this is his son/ someone he wants to protect for some reason. He didn't react the moment it was revealed that Dragon was his dad (we didn't see Crocodile's reaction to it, but he also didn't jump into action the second he heard), but only later, when WB made his speech which also seemed to rearrange Crocodile's priorities - he has to let go of the old wounds and old grudges that he's been carrying for decades. Maybe leaving his child behind has also been an old wound, never mind what the realization that he nearly killed him might have done to him. But Luffy's alive, he's here, he needs help and Crocodile is going to provide it.

Ah, I love thinking about this theory!

(Of course he could have other ties or debts to Dragon, or he could just have done it all because he somehow decided to let go of his grudge against WB and stand side by side with the WB pirates because he used to be one of them, but that doesn't bring me as much joy to think about. And while there might have been WB and Croc backstory, the point of revealing that Croc was part of his crew seems to have passed. The WB pirates are no more; they were defeated, we got to see some flashbacks and this chapter seems closed now. Of course Oda could just reveal it in a SBS later as he sometimes does with backstories he knows won't make it into the manga.)

This is quite rambly, my apologies X'D

[seeminglydark]

Hi! I have SO many questions about ALL of them 🤣

Honestly I'm curious about their family and friends. Does Mickey still talks to someone in his family or did he completely cut them off? Did him and Reggie had some close friends that are still around? What about Caro and John? Do they have friends other than the ones we already know of? Is there a story about Reggie and John's mother? I don't remember if you said anything about them already... And I know they don't have siblings but have you ever considered Caro and/or John not being an only child?

Again I have so many questions! I just love them and can't wait to know more and continue to read your comics 💜

Bye and have a nice day!

haha hi! I love that. Okay here we go cuz theres a lot of answers to this that I havent actually gotten to put in comic or anything yet so hold on to your seat...

Mickey has a little sister, Mari that he DOES in fact keep in contact with. She will come around more actually later in comic, and she also is in Mil-Liminal where she will play the part of Caros personal trainer. His mom cut him off, so he didnt really have much of a choice there, but he has a friend or two he keeps in contact with as well, Luis was his boss back in LA and the one who gifted him the el camino, for instance. He and Reggie did have a group of friends, mostly people from Seattle, so we see them less in comic. The baristas from micks first washington job of course and reggies friends from growing up there. They still come around once in a while, but people drift after college sometimes. Caro isolated themself a lot after highschool, and most of their friends dropped off, though they still keep in contact with Dee. They don't really have any real friends besides the folks at the gas station, particularly Juan, whos closest in age. John still has his old friends from back in the day, The band he used to play with sometimes keeps in touch now that hes out. He also has convict pals, being as young as he was in prison, and a pretty boy with a pretty face he ended up making some connections there that helped save his life. prison wasnt great, but theres a couple of rowdy guys we've yet to meet but will, who come around once in while to Check On Their Boy. He's also friends with the family that runs the grocery below his apartment and his landlord who is 95 and not very landlord like at all.

Reggies mom and his dad were never married. They had a kid together and co-parented and it was pretty good, she got along very well with maddies mom, but shes got her own thing going now and is with a very lovely lady living in portland so we dont hear about her much, but she sends mick birthday cards and calls him every Valentines Day. Johns mom is MIA, she escaped when he was a little boy, he unfortunately didnt go, even as a little boy he knew his mom couldnt take all of them and wouldnt leave without him, so he made a fuss to stay with dad. he doesnt know if shes ok, or his siblings. The cross earrings he wears are hers.

I guess that answers that haha! John isnt an only child. He got younger twins and a younger sister. They just arent in the picture at the moment.

Caro is an only child mostly because most of my other ocs have siblings (probably because i have a sibling and we write what we know) but their character trait is isolation and loneliness so they always WISHED for one, but sadly, the ghost in the mirror was the closest they ever got.

[ep2nd]

@remy-a (sorry again)

LMK SHIPS

(These are ships I like and I am aroace soooo, not the best person for that "romance chemistry")

Freenoodles- they are so like an old married couple lol, they're cute and adorable and I love em, the show keeps putting these together yall can't tell me they're throwing literally bread loaves at our faces

Shadowpeaches- alright before anyone says anything- I like this ship, but it needs A LOT OF WORK, for those who haven't seen my Macaque redemption arc thoughts, they need to talk things out. Like a lot. And that's maybe on them getting back together. Now for anyone who's read Trials of Apollo (don't look at me like that I liked it) Commodus and Apollo have a very similar relationship like Macaque and Wukong. One was killed by the other, though they didn't want to, forced to because they were hurting people, and then go resurrected and went to get revenge on their ex-lover. Now commodus is a pot much, bloody killy and villainous and worse, but still- you can't just get back together after something like that. Now do I have an A03 bookmark for shadoapeaches roommates and lots of Stonefruit trio/Monkey trio family fics, of course they're adorable and I love em. Needs works, lots of work

Dragronfruit- It's cute, but the age difference- and that Redson is usually forever child like Nezha- I'll go 6/10, not all the same rules apply to LMK as JTTW

Spicynoodles- ALRIGHT. IM SORRY BECAUSE HALF THE FANDOM SHIPS EM, BUT I DONT. I- I just dont like em? And I usually ship all the Fandom favorite ships. I like the Trafflight trio as FRIENDS and Friends only. I just don't see any chemistry? More just plane rivals. Also look to Dragonfruit about other explanations

Spider Queen x Scorpion Queen- alright I can't remember the name but I think this a hilarious but a good potential ship, I like it a lot, it's cute, would love to see more stuff

I know they aren't even LMK nor is canon BUT IVE SEEN TUMBLR MAKS THIS.

Red Bottomed Horse Baboon x Lomg Armed Gibbon- I'd call it Astralspirit or some type of astral/cesltail word and then a ghost/underworld vibe. Now I'd get into a rant about what I've come up with these two, but that's another day. Anyway, they be like a quiet and loud type, one who doesn't like touch then the other who really loves it, one who plans everything and the other who goes with the flow, one who is always serious and the other always happy. Very opposite characters. If Pigsy and Tang are old married couple these are ultimate soul mates with like a perfect relationship, they talk things out, learn to love and live with things they personally don't like but the other does... stuff like that. Now I've seen this ship in the very few posts about the other 2 Celestial Primates, usually as Wukong or Macaques parents, so I know some people ship it. Also, I guess with Shadowpeaches, 2 of 4 Celestial Primates, they'd ship the other 2 together

Now If I didn't mention a ship, either A I forgot or B, I don't ship it, probably B, like Lionpeaches, Chimera, Venompeaches, Mayor x Syntax, Macaque x 9 headed snake demon, or others. If ya ship ya em, then that's alright!!(as long as it's not like horrible) I'm just not a big shipper too so yeah

[who1ssheesh]

Paint me burgundy

Pairings: Xanxus x Artist!S/O

Snippets (not really connected) of you both being pseudointellectual snobs. Xanxus likes classics, you like suprematists and other stupid things he doesn't.

Warnings: some suggestive and violent themes, swearing, nor beta-read; self-indulgent, S/O has specific traits. some references are quickly explained right in the text lol just in case, they are marked in a red color. not specified how he met the reader and i dont care much

A/N: first of all, I love to headcanon Xanxus being a fan of classic and very expressive art, and second of all, YES this is a very self-indulgent + YES its Xanxus again + i don't care + L + ratio, at least i had fun. Actually there is also "Paint me azure" with Squalo in my drafts, please please please let me know if i should keep it with an artist s/o or switch to some other artistic skill </3 or maybe that idea is a really bad one to begin with lol

Some would say art for Xanxus is merely a bullet hole in a canvas, but they completely miss the point that he in return to that statement would himself a Lucio Fontana of the mafia world.

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Being raised in a high-society - he would say that word with a snort though - he is around art a lot, and you should give credit to Timoteo who tried to educate his son and open all the possibilities no ordinary man can ever afford.

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Xanxus has such a delicate soul. Like a silk string, tense and easy to rip. Sometimes daydreaming about dying a poetic death to be remembered for generations. "What an artist dies in me", he mutters expressively while smoking a cigarette on a balcony viewing the old Venice.

Quote on an Emperor Nero, said before he died. Known for tyranny, cruelty and debauchery, he had a big passion for art. And still he proved himself as a good ruler until he devolved to despotism and cruelty after his mentor died. Nero delved deeper into art, forgetting about his duties which led to his demise. Emperor found out he was going to be assassinated and said the quote before slitting his throat. Does Xanxus see himself in Nero? Maybe he doesn't want to but he does. A lot.

After that Xanxus laughs. He will not die.

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Xanxus is inevitably intertwined with death. He remembered seeing Caravaggio as a child. A big canvas looking at him threateningly with an unknown feeling of dread, leaving deep red in his memory. Latter works beckon him with the despair hidden in them, and this was the first time in life Xanxus was left...breathless.

Being the famous artist Caravaggio is, his life was filled with tragedies due to his aggressive character. He was exiled from Rome after killing Tomassoni and in the end, though there are a lot of rumors, historians are convinced he was killed by Tomassoni family in revenge. His works after the incident noticeably shift tone.

Xanxus realized he likes burgundy.

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Xanxus develops a taste in a bold art. Something aggressive, not afraid to challenge the viewer. He likes gems that shine silently, being able to catch the eye only of the knowing one who understands its value, not a colored glass attracting every fool with its...vulgarity, i'd say. Xanxus loves himself too much to be surrounded surround with anything but the best.

Still not an "accepting modern art" level of bold art but he will go there if he wants or not.

You haven't considered yourself a suffering artist. It's easier to day that you are not the artist than to spend all the money you have on a way too expensive materials to profit...nothing. You could leave that a little cozy dream to achieve in life - to have a small studio of your own.

But for now you can appreciate the art of the greatest. Or so you think, because a bored Xanxus accidentally turned out to be in a museum right next to you in contrary thinks you're an idiot.

"You're looking at a fucking black square", he says almost disgusted for no reason.

"Well, you're looking at me looking at a black square. Who's better?"

Xanxus barks a laugh.

"What's the point though?"

"You want a boring one or a funny one?"

"I'm too sober for a boring one."

"Imagine it's like...a background of a Caravaggio painting. You're standing your back to the main painting and looking at the blackness. You know what I mean?"

Xanxus smirks.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"I need a shot before I hear your other bullshit."

A manifesto. Suprematism being the new step for the philosophy of things - exploring not the outer shape but the true meaning of it. A simple square being the beginning of all shapes. "A quadrangle", you call it. "It's a square, you idiot", Xanxus tells you. The first name being the quadrangle because there were no right angles to show a dynamic form in a static quadrangle, you explain. Xanxus doesn't answer not knowing if it's fucking stupid or equally genius. Black square for economy, red for revolution and white for a pure action, which one would be you?

"Red", Xanxus says confidently.

"Why not all of them? If you mix them all...let's roughly say it's something pretentious like burgundy".

He likes that. Why choose when Xanxus can have all. And he likes burgundy. A lot. Maybe he even could like suprematism with your bullshit. He doesn't like economy at all though, but the sound of having all at the same time is good.

Xanxus has never gave a shit about architecture. His architecture is having a lavish house and a comfortable expensive bed to fall asleep after too much drink. Or work. Or both. Not long ago having you in the bed naked was added to that wish list.

But "never have a shit" doesn't equal to "never knew".

"I would make a fucking impluvium in m'house", he lazily gesticulates a square while comically standing in the center of your small apartment which, you feel, has Xanxus as a pretty much a resident. You're not sure how to hide an absurd ton of alcohol from your visiting family and friends or what to do with his sour strong cologne trail. But should you bother at that point?

"Why?", you snort.

"Why the fuck not?", he moves closer with hand in his pockets and jokingly threatens you. "To be filled with the blood of virgins or sum, duh".

Your laugh fills the room, and Xanxus feels at peace. Sort of, he still doesn't have an impluvium filled with the blood of a hundred virgins.

Xanxus is fully aware you are an artist of a huge potential. He pretends he didn't see your albums here and there filled with his sketchy portraits, and deep down he can't understand how you...like him so much? How you notice small useless things to the point of learning exact pattern of his scars and somehow also add some shitty sappy poetic-my-ass comparisons.

So judging that he was expecting something pompous of you for his birthday, especially after his "Just do me all cool in a suit, naked whores here and there, dead Sawada on the wall instead of a tiger skin and Squalo on his knees.", and still he is convinced that is going to be your life masterpiece, a magnum opus.

But here he is, Lussuria showing him an unpacked painting of... a burgundy square. Some of the guests starts whispering that it's some mockery.

"Boss, it's a square of all things?"

"It's a quadrangle, you idiot".

Just in a couple of days there is a bullet hole in the painting, but you would be not a xanxus-said-idiot but a real one to expect something different from your pretty extravagant man.

No matter how hard some people try to hide it - Fran was too late with his illusions, Lussuria was scared for your "soft" heart and it feels like even Squalo has some pity towards you - you're still here, looking at the ruined canvas with...not sadness.

"I like that", your eyes shine while looking at whatever you can call it now. "Ever thought about Lucio Fontana? He was the first one to use canvas as a piece of work itself, not as a base for the art. Aggressive and not afraid to challenge the old ways, isn't that Xanxus as a whole?"

"He used a sword to cut the canvas, duh!" Squalo screamed while taking his leave clearly being offended with that comparison.

Since that day if someone says art for Xanxus is merely a bullet hole in a canvas, but they completely miss the point that he in return to that statement would himself a Lucio Fontana of the mafia world.

He doesn't give a shit who he is and doesn't understand whatever the hell he did. but at least rich idiots believe when he says it's some extremely expensive unique art piece.

He has his own manifesto in a way.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - April 7

First Binder Anon, galentines anon, caved anon (new), burden anon (new), grounded anon

First binder anon

hi!

it’s first binder anon!

ok so first of all, the charge on my debit card shows up as the company i bought it from, and how much i spent, not what i spent it on (ik it works differently depending on what your bank is but this is how mine works) my parents have never checked mine, to my knowledge. they like to have a very “you do your own thing and you have a right to privacy unless it endangers you or others” attitude.

also! i do my own laundry so that won’t be an issue (pros of doing more chores amiright) and if they saw it they’d prob just assume it was a bra that they’ve already bought for me.

uhhh yeah! ty for your advice and stuff!

Oh awesome!! I'm so glad your parents seem chill! Did they end up asking about the package? I hope you like the binder, I was so thrilled when I got my first one, it's a very exciting experience <3

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galentines anon

Hii its galentines anon

It's my birthday today (yayy closer to college)

so my dad is in one of his moods, cant i ask for one day pls

my mom isnt well but she isnt listening to me to rest

my brother is the only one im not mad at or worried about but even he doesnt let me talk normally has to interrupt 10 times in between (its okay tho he is 7 i can let this much go)

my friends idk they dont seem to give a fuck, i go all out at their birthdays, posting stories at midnight, writing long paras and everything. they couldnt even post anything properly.

the couple of gifts i got were some of the most unthoughtful gifts. like they went to the store and got the nearest thing they saw. you've known me for so long can't you think of one thing ive shown an interest in ?

ik this makes me sound like a pompous and ungrateful prat but this really hurt idek why.

anyways thankyou for listening.

Happy birthday hon <3

I don't think this makes you sound ungrateful at all! It's hard to have moments where you feel unappreciated, or where you feel like you've put more into a relationship than someone else. I wish I could say something to make you feel better, but remember your feelings are valid and I am sending you love <3

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caved anon

i had to buy myself a mobility aid today and its genuinely the most disheartening thing ive ever done. im 20. im barely into my life but im struggling to walk more than 5 minutes at a time some days. i was going to wait until after i could get a doctors appointment but im struggling to get that too so ive caved and i hate it so much. i feel like it makes it worse mentally for me that i was the glass child growing up bc my brother had issues in school and my sister is also disabled (though hers showed more prevalently and since shes older i was 'late to the party') (also not the same disability, just to note) so i feel like i just wont even be believed by my family next time i visit (i dont live at home). plus im scared of how people will look at me in the street. a 20 year old shouldnt need a walking stick and i hate that i do sometimes

Hi hon <3

I can't pretend to know how you're feeling at all, so I'm not going to sit here and give you advice. But I want you to know I'm proud of you for taking care of yourself by getting the mobility aid even though it's upsetting.

Please remember that no matter how people react (your family, people on the street, etc), it doesn't diminish your needs and your reality. Nobody is in your shoes or feels your pain, so they have no right to judge you or look at you differently. sometimes 20 year olds DO need walking sticks and that's okay.

I'm sending you so much love <3

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burden anon

Hi! I could really use some advice!

(redacted)

Anyway, I don't want to burden you, but I just don't know who to turn to.

Hi <3

If you are scared, it's already time to tell someone. I know you're nervous to take a safe person from her, but, to be blunt, if she's gone, she won't have safe people either, and you don't need to keep that guilt forever. You're not burdening me with this, but this IS a burden on you, and an adult needs to know. It's okay to ask for help.

Sending love <3

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grounded anon

Hello again.

Tysm for the previous advice, I don't think k I will pull a Sirius black anymore.

So, things have cooled down significantly since then. Me and my mom have made a deal that if I don't tell anyone I'm gay anymore, shell stop looking through my shit and we'll stop arguing.

The thing is, she doesn't understand that I have found a safe queer community within my school,people who are very accepting and queer themselves. I can't tell her this, however, because I'm not about to out my friends. She also, I'm pretty sure, there away my sketchbook (which I was PROUD OF) because of all the 'evil' in it. (Okay so maybe I had a page full of docs but that was ONLY as a joke istg) and also lots of boys kissing and pride flags. She still has not given me my shit back, and I'm afraid to ask because k don't want to start another argument.

Again, sry if the spelling is shitty (the autocorrect on this thin SUCKS)

-grounded anon

Wow, that's a shit deal, and it pisses me off. The fact that a parent is asking their child to do that is horrible.

Yeah, I don't think there's anything wrong with you having your safe place with your friends, as long as you're careful to keep their identities quiet, especially from your parents. It seems like the goal for you will be to not piss your parents off for the next few years, until you can move out, you know? Which sucks a lot, but I'm glad you're at least safe and you have an accepting group of friends.

I'm so sorry that you have to deal with this, you deserve love and acceptance, and I'm sorry about your sketchbook as well. Keep building your accepting community and remember that things will get better <3