#big beefy goth man

[josiewrites]

Baptize Me, and I’ll Be Your Sin: Part 2

Part 2 baby! I remembered my House pet story, and I figured y’all needed part 2. Here’s the start of the smut.

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@writtingrose , @munsinner , @rubyred1980 , @letmebeawesome , @unlikelywrestlingfan , @rollynchwhore , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @demonqueen29 , @auburnwrites , @baysexuality , @elitehoe , @wwenhlimagines , @omg-im-such-a-masochist , @seeingstarks , @damnnhausen , @xladyxfatex , @himbos-hotline

I sucked in a breath as the door clicked open, pushing my chest out more as Buddy came through the door first. "Welcome home," I said softly, looking up into the rich dark eyes of Buddy Matthews. 

Buddy let out a growl as he pushed into the room, Brody following behind. "You're so good, kitten." His fingers quickly knotted themselves in my hair, tugging my head back. I mewled slightly at the delightful sting in my scalp as he spit into my open mouth. Without command, I swallowed it gratefully, showing him my empty mouth. 

“Buddy,” Brody’s voice drifted to us. “She cleaned for us. We should give her the same respect.” Buddy nodded, releasing my hair before kissing my forehead softly as he walked into the bathroom. Brody smiled as he opened the door to the suite adjoining ours. “Thank you, turtledove.” My heart swelled as he stepped into the next bathroom, the water running in both.

Julia stepped through the adjoining door, closing it behind her. “Where is Malakai?” I heard my voice take on the higher, softer tones of my headspace. 

“He’ll be here soon,” she said, offering me a hand. I took it, allowing her to pull me up slowly. “In the meantime, the boys asked me to keep you company. Is that okay?” I nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing me to about the same height as her. She smiled, leaning in to press her lips to mine. 

Her jacket fell off her shoulders as I allowed her tongue to explore my mouth, leaving her in her black bralette and slacks.Though it had become more common since she joined the House, Julia still kissed me with slight hesitation. Her fingers still had a small tremble as they caressed my skin, but gained surety as she stroked between my legs, swallowing the small moan I let out. 

“All this just from them?” Her lips took on a wicked smirk as she plunged two fingers inside my wet heat. She gently pushed my knees apart as she knelt down, letting her breath roll over my slick folds. “You’re such a receptive pet.” 

Before I could respond, she began to tease my clit with little kitten licks as she pumped her fingers slightly. A sharp gasp escaped my throat as she curled her fingers into my sensitive spot, smirking against my skin as she continued to lick and suck my clit, very clearly relishing the moans and whimpers she was coaxing out of me. “Jules, I…fuck.” She picked up her pace slightly, drawing me closer and closer to my own orgasm.

“Go on, princess." As though waiting for permission, my thighs clenched as my climax washed over me, much to Julia’s delight as she lapped at my sweetness. “How do you always taste so good?” She stood, kissing me again as she pushed me onto the bed. 

"Jules…" My voice was weak as she straddled me, the fabric of her slacks rubbing against my naked skin. Her slim fingers ran over my breasts, plucking at the hardened peaks of my nipples. Her earlier hesitance seemed to melt away as she pulled more whimpers from me. 

She hovered above me, laying a gentle kiss on my lips as she unclipped her bralette, tossing it behind her. "Y'know," she said softly against my lips, "before I joined the House, I never would've thought to do this."

"I know," I giggled, caressing her smaller breasts. "One of the reasons I was excited for you to join."

"Oh yeah?" She smirked, letting out a soft gasp as I rolled her sensitive nipples between my fingertips. I nodded, one hand sliding down her body, dipping beneath the waistband of her slacks. "Oh, princess," she moaned as my fingers swirled against her clit, feeling her grow wetter at my touch. 

"Good girl, kitten."

I turned to see Buddy staring intently at us, ginger hair still slightly damp from his shower. "Make her come for me, baby." His accent grew thicker, his hand slowly working his length. 

"Yes, Daddy," I purred, dipping two fingers into Julia's heat as my thumb continued to play with her clit. Curling my fingers slightly, I felt her clench around me as she moaned, which only spurred me on. She bucked against my hand as my thumb rubbed circles against the sensitive bud, coaxing her towards the edge. A few moments more, she let out a cry as she clenched again, coating my fingers in her essence. 

"Good girl," Julia breathed, giving me one last kiss before untangling from me. "I guess it's your turn now," she smirked, turning to Buddy. "I'll go grab Brody." Buddy nodded as she stood, stepping towards the adjoining door.

[josiewrites]

Brody should be allowed at least one murder a week.

brody should murder sammy just for funsies

[brwnbnny]

can you write johnny cage with a reader that has that black cat energy .. IM NOT SURE HOW TO DESCRIBE IT 😭 like reader and johnny are POLAR OPPOSITES

So me and him literally 🙄. LMFAO I ABSOLUTELY GET IT ITS GOLDEN RETRIEVER X BLACK CAT !!!

I generally view black cat as an alternative person like goth/emo/metalhead/grunge so i will probably write this in that kind of regards 🤭

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

JOHNNY IS IN LOVE WITH YOU.

STARTING STRONG.

It's probably genuinely love at first sight im not joking, like maybe you guys are neighbors or you're a friend of one of johnny's friends- idk something like that

- Johnny is already a mega flirt and not nervous around women but he might be a little intimidated by you- not like that'll stop him from flirting at all LMFAO

- wether you're introverted or extroverted he will steal that spot light and get a move on you first, the proud dog behavior in him MUST have him make the first move at all times

- Maybe you've got some attitude and are generally considered "mean" because you're quite strong stanced about yourself and your opinions and arent as friendly as you "should" be

- Johnny thinks its hot 🤷‍♀️. He'll tell you he thinks its hot even if you blow him off he will follow you around like a lost fucking mutt, he thinks that you being difficult to get too is sexy as fuck and he takes it as a challenge

- but in reality he just makes you so nervous because what the fuck do you mean this huge beefy loud attractive guy likes you? thats terrifying?

- you've both got wild crushes on eachother but handle it so differently, one day you finally confront him and ask if he's toying with you to be a dick or if he actually likes you and he stares at you like you're fucking stupid and just launches for your face and kisses you- theres teeth and its messy and kinda gross...

- but its hot knowing he wants you despite you being the opposite of him.

... time for nsfw of the aftermath of confessing...

NSFW TIME cuz i cant resist sorry bae LOL

He's dragging you to his room with his fancy fucking bed and sheets which you're about to royally make messy..

- his big hands under your top, gripping your waist between his hands and squeezing your skin, not feeling close enough to you after weeks of cat and mouse chasing.

- he's being rough and leaving marks all over your throat, your gasps and moans at the pain just sending him further into his heated frenzied headspace full of need for you.

- he pauses as he realizes he might be getting ahead of himself despite your lack of protest. "Shi-shit- sorry.. uh.. is.. is this okay? i didnt mean togetsoriledupsofastand-" you have to kiss or bite him to get the man to shut up as you explain you want him to fuck your shit up and have since you met him and he goes INSANE OVER THAT

- throws you onto the mattress and crawls up your form with a predatory stance. The difference in his bubbly personality now faded into a feral animalistic energy as he now makes you much more nervous than he ever has.

- he fucks you and eats you out for fucking HOURS, he will not stop until you tap out. his stamina is through the roof for you. Once you do tap out i think he would be the sweetest man for you. maybe he'll even butter you up for another round.. and another.. maybe 3... more..-

!! i liked writting this i love writting personality based things! especially animal personalities i think theyre so cute

[pan0pticonn]

Some of my fav TMA episodes in no particular order described vaguely:

Funky twink explodes after trying to murder a tired academic who was previously kidnapped by a circus and turns into funky lesbian

Beefy man proves that meat does grow on trees and makes homophobic remark to the Antichrist and his tea loving boyfriend. It backfires, big eye explodes him.

Tired dead goth explains his mommy issues in exchange for burning some paper

Psychiatrist misunderstood his job and gaslights patients into insanity while claiming they’re perfectly fine.

There’s a wasps nest in a wannabe witch’s attic. It doesn’t end well.

A man isn’t on someone’s stairs. They wish he’d go away, instead, they go away themsleves.

Tired academic runs into fog to save his boyfriend who was kidnapped by a sailor. He makes said boyfriend come with him by forcing him to look him in the eye and telling him what he sees.

[cecils-dragons]

Uh . Uhm . Can you tell me about uhhh. Byron.?

Best boy Bryron!!! Thank you for asking about him :D!

So uh, since you didn't specify anything I'll just go on a mini ramble of what I've been recently thinking of. It's pretty funny how far this man has come, he started off as just a joke about Big Tiddy Goth BF instead of GF and now he's just, some guy who happens to look like that. It's been honestly very fun shifting his story around and making him into more of a full character. I love having him being the brooding "bad boy" type that gets linked to twink characters but instead he's a giant beefy monster guy.

Uhhhhh, my brain is leaving fast. Too many things on my brain and I don't know how to express them in secluded and in comprehensible ways. Have a scraped sketch of a sleepy Byron for your time :) Thank you!

[intertexts-moving]

never got the andrew designs where hes fuckin beefy & buzzcut etc... mans a five foot gay goth ex-bartender manic pixie dream murderer who doesnt give a shit about anything that doesn't interest him personally & has a laundry list of reasons to be deeply uncomfortable with big tough masculinity. don't think he'd look like that but that is simply my truth god bless!!!! 🙏

[swampstew]

Two fictional characters-

Let's go with Mihawk or Crocodile?

Oh jesus another hard one....

Frick. I love me a goth swordsman, and I love a rich man.

Crocodile, I feel like I would annoy the shit out of Mihawk and with Crocodile, I love his dom vibes and his love for Bananawani's is unmatched, I love love love that in a man. Plus he's big and beefy :3

Send me two fictional characters and I'll tell you who I'd rather date!

[silvernyxchariot]

Part I

More Genshin x La Squadra headcanons. It was only supposed to be about which weapon I'd give members of La Squadra, but then some little ideas started sprouting out.

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🌈DNI: TERFs, Harassers, RadFems, racists, bigots, anti-LGBT+'s, trolls, haters, MAPs, anti self & OC shippers. If you don't like Genshin Impact, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, or both and have the intention of commenting some complaints or about either "being cringe," block me, keep scrolling, or I will block you.🌈

¹ Sorbet & Gelato

Vision: Cryo & Pyro

Weapon: Catalyst

Role: Buffers

Origin: Liyue

They have unnamed Stands and gathered information on Diavolo without their teammates knowing, most likely making them the intel members of their team, before Illuso stepped in, and a duo who works best from a distance. The Cryo-Pyro elements came up with Sorbet's love of "cold hard cash" and the duo being called the "more psychopathic" members of the team. That is all. Since not much else is known about either of them, I have them as catalyst users just because.

I also put both of them in Liyue for Sorbet's love of money. They would most likely be a criminal couple that run scams together. Their victims usually being tourists and treasure hoarders alike.

² Risotto Nero

Vision: Cryo

Weapon: Claymore

Role: DPS

Origin: Inazuma

Don't get your hopes up. Despite being a stealthy and seasoned hitman, Risotto would be a Cryo CLAYMORE character rather than a sword user. Since he works best on his own, Risotto would essentially be a hyper-carry who needs a team that buffs and heals him. His stoic and no-nonsense attitude is more suited to the blunt, devastating damage of a claymore. Also, big, beefy, goth man. He don't need a tooth pick. Whether you'd build him as a Phy DMG or Cryo DMG unit would be up to you.

Regular swords also work in his favor if you keep the assassin theme with him. I considered a catalyst for him due to Metallica as a mid range Stand, but it seemed too "romantic" for someone like Risotto. He's the type of person to just punch you to get what he wants. Please refer to this scene from the anime. ⚠️TW for blood spatter.

As a Player: Became an Eula main by ✨️accident.✨️ He didn’t know what was going on because everyone was shouting at him to start playing. Wished on her first running banner. Got her 3x in one pull and C4 on a single. Got her signature weapon up to R3 without trying. All of his teammates who genuinely play Genshin are jealous. He wanted Diluc at first.

Has Ghiaccio and Pesci help him with his account.

³ Illuso

Vision: Electro

Weapon: Claymore

Role: sub-DPS

Origin: Fontaine

He's the kind of guy to panicccc and swing the nearest object to him at whatever was attacking. If you've seen this guy fight in the "Purple Haze vs Man in the Mirror" fight, he's Such A Babi. 🤧 You could consider catalyst or bow, something that keeps him out of immediate danger, but Illuso wouldn't have the patience for spellcraft or discipline for a bow. Although catalysts and bows give him the distance to attack and look down on others, they don't give Illuso the instant gratification of subduing his enemies.

I say he comes from Fontaine because he is a dramatic snob. 😤

As a Player: Yae Miko stan. No arguments against that. He's a sassy fucker, who would main another sass master. He also simps for her.

⁴ Prosciutto

Vision: Geo

Weapon: Bow

Role: sub-DPS

Origin: Snezhnaya

Also a character with a no-nonsense attitude, but instead of the blunt force of a claymore, Prosciutto would favor a bow because of its reliance on precision and speed. He's the type of person to get to the point and defeat his enemies with cold accuracy. It's all business afterall.

As a Player: 10/10 the type of guy to say "skill issue" if you cry to him about hating bow characters, especially because of the aiming feature. Subsequently, would main a mono Geo team with Zhongli, Gorou, or Albedo as the main piece. The last one or two slots are random... Prosciutto doesn't care about anyone else. He only cares about his mains. He regrets not starting Genshin when the Dragonspine/Albedo event happened because he can't get Albedo's signature weapon or learn more about Albedo, but he would never admit it.

⁵ Melone

Vision: Electro

Weapon: Polearm

Role: Buffer

Origin: Sumeru

This man looks flexible and agile. He's shown not to be afraid of physical damage or confronting the "mothers" of his Juniors, so I thought polearm would suit him best. A polearm also matches his flexibility and creativity because it's a weapon that can easily be used for stabbing and slashing at one point, but also blunt force trauma on the opposite. It gives him the distance he would need to observe his enemies or parry attacks.

Melone is from Sumeru for his curiosity and whimsical ideals. Although he graduated from Sumeru Akademiya, he was always on the verge of getting expelled because his peers thought he was "too outlandish and ambitious." Unlike a certain mad scientist though, Melone knew how to keep his real personality under wraps, lest he lose funding for his research projects. Unfortunately, his closest friend was not as disciplined as he was.

As a Player: Also a Yae Miko stan, but has the best Raiden out of everyone as f2p, C4R1, multiple weapons and artifact sets prepared for different occasions. Has also made a team of all short characters and called them the "Chibi Squad."

⁶ Ghiaccio

Vision: Pyro

Weapon: Catalyst

Role: DPS

Origin: Sumeru

He likes explosions. . ./hj It matches his overall personality, his analytical nature, and explosive temper. Unlike Risotto or Illuso, who don't have the patience for a catalyst or spellcraft, Ghiaccio is constantly learning and improving his battle capabilities even in the middle of combat.

He is also from Sumeru and is the friend that didn't graduate from the Akademiya because he could never cooperate with other students or pitch his research proposals. He never got anyone to understand the purpose of his research projects. Any form of criticism he got for his proposals, he would get into fights with the professor. And teacher's assistants. And his classmates. Melone could not salvage his reputation, so when Ghiaccio left Sumeru, Melone left too.

As a Player: He started as an Albedo main; slammed face first and head over heels for Ayaka, and now stans Wriothesley. He has spent money on this game, much to his friends' chagrin.

⁷ Pesci

Vision: Hydro

Weapon: Bow

Role: Buffer

Origin: Mondstadt

He wants to follow in the footsteps of his big brother, Prosciutto, but he's the superior choice if you want a bow character on your team. If you were to keep him on field, Pesci's unit would rely on normal attacks and his burst. Due to Beach Boy's influence, Pesci as a Genshin character would have tracking capabilities where his normal attacks will always hit their mark. Pesci is the only one to come from Mondstadt simply because he is the most insecure of the team, until he gets aggravated. With Mondstadt being the nation of freedom, he would find it peaceful, but boring. There wouldn't be any means of improving himself and with him being an Italian gangster in JJBA, the Knights would be out of the question for him; probably became a criminal in Mondstadt for a meager reason like petry theft.

As a Player: He doesn't know what he's doing, but he's doing his best. Pesci’s characters tend to have weak artifacts, and fully built weapons, but he forgot constellations existed. He is also the only player who genuinely enjoys the game. He and Melone have game nights, where Illuso and Formaggio sometimes join.

⁸ Formaggio

Vision: Anemo

Weapon: Sword

Role: sub-DPS

Origin: Liyue

Formaggio is a simple man. He likes to slash and strike fast. His added Anemo element just makes damage from elemental reactions easier. He would also be from Liyue, and much like Sorbet and Gelato, is very good at scamming or getting in-and-out of contracts whenever he wants. Yanfei and Yelan would despise him.

As a Player: He prefers swordsman because of how fast the damage output its. Formaggio would start as a Traveler main simply because they are the easiest character to build, but gradually started using his 5 stars more. Now he mains Kazuha but keeps a C6R5 Keqing unit on standby. He kept losing his 50/50 to her and he is now one of those people who will die on the hill that she is still one of the best units. He chose Lumine because he thought she was cute.

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

Genshin!La Squadra has no healer. So, if anyone is hurt, they just keep going until everyone dies or someone finishes the enemy.

Yea- I've been thinking about Genshin!LS for some time. They all somehow coalesced under Risotto due to being chased out of their own territories and gathered, forming a mercenary team. (We don't talk about how Risotto leaves and re-enters Inazuma. He just can. 💅) They still aren't happy with how things ended up because they're still working under someone of higher authority.

Thx for stopping by.

[josiewrites]

Baptize Me, and I’ll be Your Sin pt. 3

I know it’s been a minute, but I heard there was a need for part 3. Part 4 will probably be the last part, but I’m still working on that. Hope you enjoy!

Tag List Babes:

@writtingrose , @munsinner , @rubyred1980 , @letmebeawesome , @unlikelywrestlingfan , @rollynchwhore , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @demonqueen29 , @auburnwrites , @baysexuality , @elitehoe , @wwenhlimagines , @omg-im-such-a-masochist , @seeingstarks , @damnnhausen , @xladyxfatex , @himbos-hotline

"C'mere, kitten." Buddy's voice was a low growl, his dark eyes focused on me as I stood and crossed the room towards him. "God, you're beautiful." He gripped my throat, not too harshly, and he pulled me into a kiss. The way Buddy kissed was far different from the others. He kissed like it was your last moments on earth, all rough movements and aggression. He kissed like he wanted to take your entire being into himself.

"On your knees."

Without hesitation, I obeyed, dropping in front of him, my eyes now level with his hard and leaking cock. "Daddy…" I whimpered softly before he swiped his tip across my lips, my tongue snaking out to savor the salty taste of him. He pushed himself past my lips with a smirk, quickly melting into a gasp as I took him deeper, swirling my tongue around him. 

"Oh fuck, baby." His voice was tight as his fingers knotted in my hair, pushing deeper into my throat. "So fucking good." Behind me, the adjoining door  opened, a heavy grunt echoing throughout the room as the door shut. Buddy continued to thrust into my mouth, the intrusion not bothering him in the least. 

"I'll never get tired of seeing that," Brody's deep voice rumbled behind me, his fingers lightly tracing my spine, causing a shudder to run through me. 

With a groan of willpower, Buddy pulled my hair back, causing him to slide out of my mouth. "You ready to play with Brody, babydoll?"

"Yes Daddy," I breathed weakly, my voice wrecked from his thrusts. I turned to look at Brody, the imposing silhouette towering over me. "Please, Sir."

He smiled down at me, scooping me into his arms with a gentleness that most people wouldn't think possible of him. "Of course, sugarplum." His voice was soft as he kissed my forehead, carrying me over to the bed before gently laying me on top of the mattress once again. "How do you want her?" I knew better than to answer, the question wasn't for me anyway. 

"Knees," Buddy replied, his accent thick and husky. "I might want to fuck her pretty little mouth again."

Brody nodded, leaning down to me. "You heard him, turtledove," he whispered, sliding his fingers along the inside of my thigh, "on your knees now."

I nodded, obeying as quickly as my jellied legs would allow me. Dropping to my forearms, I heard Brody let out a low groan behind me. "She ready?" Buddy asked, taking a seat opposite the bed, one that gave him a full view of me.

"Very," Brody said, his voice in mild awe as his blunt fingertips lightly traced my opening. "You're so wet for us, my dear." I could only answer with a gasp as he plunged two fingers into me, caressing my walls. 

"God, I love that sound." Buddy's hand began working his length again, dark eyes locked on me. "Tell me how he's making you feel, kitten."

Brody withdrew his fingers from me, eliciting a small whine which turned into an unabashed moan as he pushed inside me. "So go-od, Sir," I mewled out as Brody began slowly thrusting into me. Every movement of Brody's hips clouded my mind further, and I started giving into the light, heady feeling. 

"That's a good fucking girl," Buddy growled as he moved to stand at the foot of the bed, leaving me eye level with his reddening length, his hand making obscene slick noises as he worked his shaft. "God, I love when you get like this, kitten." Unable to restrain himself further, his free hand buried itself in my hair again, shoving his cock into my open and waiting mouth. 

"Fuck." The groan Brody let out was carnal as he began to move faster. "She clenched so fucking hard around me when you did that." I felt Brody's grip tighten on my hips, knowing full well I'd have bruises later. Not that I was in any space to mind, nor would I care later. I just allowed myself to let go, relish in the pleasure they were bringing me. 

Buddy was the first to let go, coming down my throat with a grunted ‘fuck’. I swallowed around him, making sure I cleaned him thoroughly before he pulled out of my mouth. “You’re so fucking good, kitten,” he breathed, stepping back and sitting in one of the plush chairs near the bed. He smirked as he watched Brody continue to pound into me, his flushed chest heaving slightly. “Remember the rule he set down, Brody.”

“Right,” Brody choked out, slowing down slightly. A whine left my throat, confused and needy, as Brody reached beneath me to stroke my aching clit. “Malakai wants to be the only one to come in your sweet pussy tonight,” he said softly, his calloused fingertips rubbing soft circles against my sensitive pearl. “But you’re going to come before I do, right sugarplum?”

I choked out a moan as his other hand snaked around my throat, pulling me flush to his chest. The pressure on my throat was just enough to make my head feel fuzzy, and that coupled with the blissful attention to my clit pushed me closer to the edge every moment. "S-sir," I choked out, my hips grinding against his hand on their own accord. 

"Do it, little one." His voice was a low growl in my ear, the voice of a predator pleased with his catch. "Let me feel you." His fingers quickened their already rapid pace, and my release crashed around me with a strangled moan. "That's a good girl," he rumbled in my ear as he worked me through my orgasm. 

As I felt myself come down, Brody kissed me tenderly as he slipped from inside me, pulsing against my ass as he started stroking himself. For a large man, Brody kissed with a surprising gentleness. He always kissed me as though I was delicate, but still strong enough I wouldn’t shatter; the wrought-iron fence outside the abandoned church. He grunted into my mouth as he came, the hot ropes of his seed splashing against my back as a moan caught in my throat. 

He shuddered as he broke the kiss, his hands returning to my hips, this time gently massaging the sore muscles. "You did so well, sugarplum." He took a towel off the nightstand, gently wiping me clean before he started on himself. 

"You absolutely did, kitten," Buddy panted, his white seed freshly painting his stomach. "I could watch you take cock forever."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said, relaxing back against Brody. "Thank you both." 

"Of course," Brody said, wrapping me in a soft blanket before kissing my forehead. "Only the best for you."

[doobler]

I doodled a little guy but I really like him and wanna make him a proper OC 😩

[yukidragon]

in College au, is jack/ joseph a jock in his college? and i wonder what your mc or alice looked like in college au?

Funny enough, despite Joseph’s build, I think he’d more likely be a theater kid rather than a jock. After all, he became an actor as an adult, and he’s really good at it. I think Jack works out his build for his own sake. Heck, he might have even intentionally made himself beefy for people to notice him and like him, even if just on a surface level. I mean... the interviewer did suggest no one gets in as good of shape as he’s in without a reason...

That isn’t to say that Joseph wouldn’t play a sport. I think that if it got him attention from others, he might. Though if he acted up and was isolated even high school even in the college AU, it’s unlikely he would be allowed on any of his high school’s teams. That, in turn, would hurt his chances of getting on a college sports team, since colleges tend to take their sports pretty seriously and have big money riding on their athletes. A bad record in high school can cause difficulty getting admitted into colleges or being eligible for scholarships.

How Alice would look in the college AU is likely going to be the same way she looks in the normal SDJ universe while attending college. Eventually, I’ll draw a picture of her when I have spoons for it, but for now I’ll describe it. At the start of college she cut loose and started dressing in pastel goth attire, with two-tone dyed hair, stylish makeup, and cute yet gothic outfits. Her hair was longer then too so she had more ways of styling it.

Alice was always teased when growing up for how she looked, mainly due to being plus sized. She resolved that since she was now an adult and off on her own, she would dress however she liked without reservations, and she felt more confident in her appearance. Plus getting together with Ian helped her realize that she could be attractive and desirable, at least to the man she loves.

Unfortunately, there will always be assholes. Alice still runs into those sort of unpleasant people even to this day. She naively thought she would see less of them in college when compared to high school, and she did... but there were still too many eroding at her self-confidence.

The biggest blow came when the acting teacher took her aside to inform her that her size would pigeon hole her into into unflattering roles where she would be treated as a gross punchline. No makeup or fancy clothing would hide her size. The teacher didn’t want her to get her hopes up or develop an eating disorder in a desperate bid to lose weight. The entertainment industry is focused on looks, after all.

After that, Alice put less effort into her appearance. As college went on, and she wound up bouncing around degrees, she had less time and energy for dressing up. When Ian left for his prestigious college, she had even less motivation to do so. She stuck with comfort above all else - things like oversized hoodies and sweatpants that were very form concealing.

After Ian cheated, it was a fatal blow to Alice’s self-esteem, and she stopped seeing the point of trying.

What didn’t help was the scar Alice got the night Ian broke the news to her when she accidentally hurt herself while drunk. She started started letting her hair fall over the right half of her face to hide it. Before that, she had a more even part and shorter bangs. She just didn’t have the energy to cover it up with makeup every time she went outside.

Besides... why bother dressing up when it won’t make you look nice to anyone, including yourself?

In the college AU where Joseph is present, that would cause a wrinkle to the regular timeline, especially if it’s the werewolf-flavored one I played around with a little while back. After all, Alice wouldn’t get a scar due to her partner cheating on her if he never cheats, right?

Not to mention Joseph likely would take less shit than Ian would, especially when it’s for the sake of his sunshine... particularly if he’s already got yandere tendencies.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars

[jinxthequeergirl]

Hi! I couldn’t find a list for who you write for but I saw you ask for slasher stuff so!! How about the Doctor/Oni/Ghost face/Huntress/Jason Voorhees/Legion’s reaction to meeting and eventually falling in love with a goth/alternative S/O?

Sorry this one took so long! Thanks for the Ask amd Enjoy! :)

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Doctor:

When he first meets you 

He doesn't care much 

Just another survivor 

But he finds you are actually interesting 

And finds that he really likes you 

During matches he plays with you 

Constantly going after you 

Shocking you without an end 

But rarely actually hurts you 

Bastard man probably likes watching you squirm around 

Does not express feelings well 

And you definitely don't get the hint 

Unless another survivor points out that there is definitely something weird going on

I imagine the doc here would be kinda shy and nervous about it 

So when you confront him he's not laughing anymore 

He thinks you are mad at him and thinks he did something wrong 

He didn't necessarily do anything right but still

It also doesn't help that you overall look intimidating to him 

You realise he looks a little nervous and ashamed

And act a little softer to him 

His heart is melting inside

Oni:

beefy man

He's intrigued right away 

He's never seen such a look 

And he likes it 

Besides your overall look 

He likes your personality and overall spirit 

Hes not like the rest and never goes easy at all 

He terrifies you actually 

Anhe feels really bad about it

Because those where not his intentions 

Once he sees you are really scared of him then

He goes easy 

And you see that hes actually a big softie 

Hes a fan of hair coloring 

And again jewlery 

And likes to show you and share his armor 

Because he thinks they are the same 

Same with like shoe strapps 

He likes having a little baddie s/o who can fend for themselves

And pretty much stand up to him to 

Big boots/ heels? 

He likes them cause they make you taller so it's easier for him

Ghostface:

Stupid man 

When he first sees you in a match 

He's already smitten 

Knowing him

He himself is not alternative or goth

But he loves the aesthetic 

He find it so attractive 

 He's probably so awe struck by you that he stalks you the most 

Every match against him he's always watching you but never really doing anything till the end 

He likes to leave you last 

Eventually you confront him 

You picked a few key harsh words while doing so 

Which made him love you more

He's got several tactics to attempt and make you fall for him

He's mainly a dick about it

But I think eventually you'd give him a chance

And the man is like a puppy when it comes to being with you

Jason:

Strong man! Strong man!!!

Hes kinda a mix between being unphased and being love struck instantly 

I think maybe he is in love but doesn't realise what it is 

If he goes in for a kill

He cannot bring himself to do it 

He's such a soft man he would actually let you stomp him with your heftiest boots 

And would thank you 

Probably really into your jewelry and would kill someone to get you more 

and leave it at your doorstep 

Or just find something he thinks would work. 

You've actually revived some really nice things 

You find soon enough He's really not a threat to you 

But to people around you 

Will lift you from your feet and carrie you away from someone he doesn't trust 

He thinks the aesthetic is cute and kinda wants to match you 

Like huntress he likes to hold you

And just over all admire you 

He's also definitely intimidated by you 

But you make him weak in the knees 

Huntress:

My wife I love her so much

When she sees, you like everyone else besides frank and Danny 

She's pretty much unphased

But once she gets to see you for you

Meaning when she like really sees your aesthetic and personality 

She takes an interest in you right away 

She's not like jason,danny or Frank in the same way where she stalks you hoping that somehow gets your affection 

She's very fourcefull and forward  with trying to get your love 

She will find you in a match she doesn't go easy at all 

But once you are downed she is very gentle to not hurt you further 

Sometimes she won't hook you right away she'll kinda just hold you and admire you 

And hum her song to sooth you so you don't freak omg im soft

She gets attached pretty quickly to doing that

When you two are together together 

If you wear alternative style make-up she lets you do it to her 

She likes feeling pretty 

If you do hair dye 

Let her play with it 

Jewelry? 

Let her play and or wear it 

She just really wants to understand and be a part of your whole aesthetic 

She wants to be part of what makes you happy 

Legion(Just for frank for now) :

Like danny he catches on to your look right away 

But he's the most somewhat normal about getting your attention 

Instead of stalking

Angrily killing

Attacking you with electric shock 

He actually talks to you during matches 

While on a gen he'll lean against it and complement something about your look 

And not just once 

He kinda over does it 

If you wear a band shirt once 

He's already made a mixtape and left it for you 

The other three members tend to tease him about his crush on you 

But if going against any one of them they tend to talk you up 

Kinda the whole "if you break Frank's heart, I'll kill you!" 

Eventually you give him a chance 

And boy howdy he treats you like a god among men 

He's got heart eyes for you always

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More Toddy stuff because I am obsessed with him:

Says shit like rad and swell, like he talks like a normal person then randomly says “Yeah man, that’s totally tubular.” in all seriousness

Loves goth girls, The Coven girls are HOT and he lets them get away with more than he is willing to admit. Also blushes when he fights Nina cause she is like the ultimate hot goth gf and Wayde gets super jealous and will chase him with a fucking pitchfork (one time they were fighting and Nina fell on top of him but she fell with her chest right in his face, and we all know she doesn’t zip her suit up very much so he got a face full of tiddy and was blushing like mad, so Wayde dragged him and tossed him off a building...he’s fine obviously but whoops-)

He is still a Barton, so he fucking loves pizza. Doesn’t really care what toppings, he’ll still eat it if it has anchovies or artichoke or pineapple, whatever. Will start pineapple on pizza arguments just to hear how angry people get about it

He thinks Kennedy is really cool, he’s kinda jealous shes known Roy longer than he has but she’ll tell him all the embarrassing stories about him throughout the years and Toddy’ll help her get Roy back for when he used her Smiths record as a frisbee and it shattered when it hit the wall

Cayden is an absolute nightmare to deal with, the Trio are in general cause Meiling flirts with him, Lindsay’s.....Lindsay, and Cayden is also like an annoying big brother. Like Toddy’s muscular but not jacked and beefy like this dude, so he’ll hold Toddy in a headlock while holding Kennedy up by the jacket and just bully them...but they’ll get him later as Lady Paramount and Robin Hood by kicking his ass then

Toddy has an extensive collection of baseball caps, him and Clint’s apartment is just littered with them and Toddy has to wear a specific one to go with his outfit, so he’ll be searching the house each morning before school

He goes to Star City High with Kennedy, Cayden, Lindsay and Ronan, him and Ken stick together while the three boys are just annoyances at school rather than dangerous

THOUGH IF THEY TAKE HIS HAT ONE MORE TIME, IT IS OVER FOR THEM

[dolphin-enthusiast]

You remember those hcs where s/o asks Jotaro٫ josuke٫ polnareff٫ and kars of they grew them tiddies themselves٫ can I get the same headcanons but with different big tiddy men? you can choose (If are open of course)

For sure you can anon, this is my ultimate domain owo

Joseph:

- Immediately flexes his muscles only to show off more once you ask him about his majestic tiddies. He’ll brag about how he has a strict “diet” (when in reality mans just eats whatever) and how he constantly works out to “keep these babies in shape”.

- He lives off of praise especially from his one and only so go ahead and compliment his tiddies and overall physique, he’ll love it. In fact, he’ll even get more and more cheeky as you keep on praising his body to the point where he’ll invite you to touch his muscles in an attempt to fluster you. He is fuckin chaotic and has no limits at all and you’re only spurring him on.

- Honestly this man would be “subtly” flexing around you in general and would try his best to fluster you on every given occasion. He’ll prance around the house in skimpy outfits and such, especially ones that show off his chest more since he had taken notes after you complimented his tiddies. A true fuckin himbo.

Jonathan:

- Instantly blushes at your bold choice of words and desperately tries hiding his embarassment by looking away or coughing in his hand, which only makes the entire thing more awkward. He’ll stumble over his words as he’d shakily ask you what exactly do you mean by whether he had grown his tiddies himself or not.

- For someone his size who wields such great power he’s pretty fucking easy to fluster and it’s honestly funny as all fuck. He just tells you that yes those are indeed his natural muscles that he had worked extremely hard for, even if he was already beefy to begin with. The more you keep complimenting him the harder he blushes and tries playing it off as if it’s nothing at all.

Risotto:

- And there he is, the king of fat tiddies himself. This man knows just how huge his tiddies are and he’ll gladly be showered in compliments regarding them, especially if it’s coming from his s/o.

- He too subtly flexes once you start focusing on them and shortly after starts teasing you for being so “focused” on his tiddies and cheekily tells you that his eyes are up there. He proudly states that they are 100% natural and that you can touch them for as long as you want.

- Like for real now, why do you think his tits are out at all times?? He’s the big tiddy goth bf everyone wishes they had. You can go on and stare at them all day long, he loves when you focus your entire attention on him and his massive toned body.

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Reports & Repertoire 17: Resentment & Return

Characters: Eddie Brock x Venom x Candace Miller (OFC)

Summary:  Candy tries to find her way about the world after being roofied and hushed by the media. Eddie is hit with a strong dose of karma, and it's two against one.

Warnings/Tags: Angst. Talk of past trauma and drugging. Revenge plots. Violence and threats.

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On the navy comforter of her queen size bed, sat in the middle of her minimalist white and grey room, Candy sits with her best friend Steph who is currently threatening her if she blinks one more time.

“You act like you’ve never put on eyeliner before.” Steph remarks with her judgment not hidden in her tone or expression.

“It’s different when other people are doing it!” She whines. “The makeup artist at work doesn’t do it as hard as you.” She mutters. “She’s also a lot nicer.” She shoots an accusatory brow her way.

“Well she’s getting paid isn’t she?” Steph smirks.

“Fair point.” Candy responds without nodding her head. “But you love me so you should be nice to me. I’m about to go do some important stuff I need support.” She reaches out and grabs at Steph’s unoccupied hand desperately as she bites her tongue and titters.

“Yeah, that’s what you got Eddie for now.” She snarks and shakes her head. “Speaking of, what does he think about all this?”

“He’s as pissed as I am so he’s down. He’s my backup.” She answers with a sultry lilt.

“I’m sure you are backing it up on that beefy, award-winning journalist.” She teases with a fanciful swipe of her hand. “Tell me. When you two have sex do you both have a press conference afterward to discuss the transaction?” Her face remains without a hint of sarcasm as was her skill set.

“As a matter of fact we do. It’s very productive.” She retorts with sassy. “The copy is good to keep and read later alone.” She grins.

“You fuckin’ nerds.” Steph mumbles and shakes her head. Steph was more skilled when it came to makeup than Candy. So for this undercover mission to the rich tech club where the drugging happened, she was helping her not look like herself.

After the initial turn down of her idea to expose the apparently rampant problem she’d been a victim of, she does what few journalists choose to do and gives away her story to someone else. There was a smaller female journalist who did some excellent work at a small newspaper locally. Candy offered her help to give her some footage, evidence and lend the story and support to the endeavor.

The night for the first recon mission was finally upon them. Eddie sits nervously in the modern and cozy living room, knee bouncing and knuckles white with worry. Venom tries to console him, assuring him they would never let anything happen to Candy. Eddie knows, finding his counterparts attempts at comfort to be failing. Putting his favorite person in danger wasn’t really something he could be talked into being excited about. Not a worst-case scenario by far, but a loudly nagging issue, was having to sit and listen to the men hit on Candy all night and that alone was raising his blood pressure.

Candy had pulled out all the stops when it came to mission from the glasses that had a camera inside and nail polish that reacted to Rohypnol, or Roofies. She had to specially ask for the kick starter to be sent to her before the release with the promise of free advertising after the fact to get it. She reveals her disguise, exiting from her bedroom, Venom slithering around the back of the couch to see her before Eddie. She was in something that looked entirely unlike her. A short and tight black dress, a push-up bra with chicken cutlets and enough makeup to give her flashbacks to middle school cheer competitions.

“How do I look?” she asks with a scrunch of her nose.  It’s usual button shape now straight with the help of Steph’s contouring.

“Not like you.” Eddie remarks with an approving nod.

“A big titty goth girlfriend.” Venom says with no humor or irony and the girls begin to laugh. “Why is this funny? This is what Eddie says. Why are you embarrassed Eddie? Large mammary glands and gothic styling are wonderful things in a girlfriend. She wears black. Like me.” he grins as Edie blushes.

“It’s a...an old internet thing, dude just… don’t go around talking about titties so freely. It’s rude.”

“I did not mean to offend… thought it was a compliment.”

“Good use of slang there, hun.” Candy praises his efforts. “I appreciate both of your thinking I have big tits though. It’s just the bra.” she laughs and shakes as Venom’s grin grows wider.

“Calm down.” Eddie groans.

“We are calm,” he says retracting himself back to Eddie’s shoulder. “Are you ready? We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

“Let’s check the camera first.” Candy says with a clear enthusiasm Eddie did not share.

They run the tests and she learns how to direct her gaze most efficiently. They’d gone over the plan a dozen times. Arrive alone, sit and be bait while Venom lurked on the roof and kept a lookout for her and her victim. They left the house separately, both in taxis that picked them up at places other than her house. She arrived as planned and sat, and waited.

For a girl that looked like her, in a bar like that, it didn’t take long once it was established she was alone. No one recognized her, but she didn’t expect them to, Steph’s contouring really was a miracle worker. She played fun and easy, and it took a few guys, but late enough in the night she finally caught one as she played drunk on top of everything else. She didn’t see the guys who had drugged her before, which was a letdown but anyone who would do this deserved it right?

She talked him up, a trust fund baby who, with his father's money, had a tech start-up. It took no effort on her part to get him talking about his genius and how HE would run Tesla if he had the chance. There were a lot of “Oh my god that’s CRAZY!” and “That’s SOOOO smart.”’s from her but he was so caught up in hearing himself he didn’t notice the soundboard answers as they came from her like a kid hitting buttons on a customized keyboard. With the mere suggestion of her excusing herself and asking him to get her another drink, he was antsy to put his own plan into action. On return, she tested it while distracting him with her chest. A task that proved almost too easy. She fake drank for a while before claiming to feel sleepy and wanting to “get this show on the road” before it got too late.

With a short walk, not even a few blocks down, she knew her alien accomplice was close, slinking in the darkness of the rooftops. The disguised Candy pulls the unsuspecting predator out of the street lamp lit sidewalk and into the dank shadows of the greasy alleyway.

“I  just can’t wait.” she giggles “I don’t want to chance my roommate being in and I want you all to myself.” she coos with a bop of her manicured finger to his nose.

“I mean, your roommate can join in too if she wants.” he offers with a smug smirk.

“Well, the problem is my roommates a dude.” She answers with an upward inflection.

“Ah, red flag much?” he laughs.

“No. He’s my boyfriend… and inhabited by a symbiote.” Her delivery goes flat, sober eyes meet the pursuer turned victim.

“What the fuck? You goth girls are fuckin’ crazy, man. Not even the drugs could come up that shit.” he shakes his head, still laughing.

“No. Really. He’s huge and dangerous and doesn’t like you. You’re a piece of shit who tries to drug women to sleep with them because you're a pathetic excuse for a human who can’t get laid on his own.”

“Wait, what?” he stutters, suddenly standing up straight as Venom drops from the rooftop behind her in an impressive slinking mass. She has to admit, the look of horror on his face did things to her. The sheer terror that only being faced with death could give a dense, self-worshiping asshole like him.

“We’re going to eat you. First that big head of yours...then slurp up your organs like fava beans and then drink your adrenaline glands like a nice  chianti.” His dagger teeth drip with drool, proof of his hunger and intention.

Candy beams with pride for the completion of their plan, stepping back and chuckling quietly at the reference Venom made. The guy doesn’t even have time to scream. There’s not a drop of blood or splatter left of him to find. It’s like it never happened at all.

Candy is left with a deeply satisfied, albeit disturbingly good feeling in her gut. “I’ll see you later, babe.” she whispers and just as quiet as they’d came, they fled.

This continued for a few weeks, the footage of the drugging is stored on an external harddrive Candy kept in her safe. Eddie thought it’d only happen once. But it happened again, twice, three times more before there were articles about mysterious disappearances of the young rich elite in town. Was it the work of the Illuminati some articles asked? She read them with her coffee every Tuesday and smiled knowingly. It pleased Venom. Finally, a human that understood him and his need to kill to eat and protect this planet and its people. But Eddie was more worried than relieved at this point.

—- “You made us stop hunting when we got too much media attention. And now you want to go out and do it again?” Candy could hear the concern for her in Eddie's voice but her own was too strong to heed his warning.

“I wanna find the guy that originally did it to me, Eddie.” Her eyes give away the hurt that’s been fueling her anger as her hands move animatedly while she argues her point. “These are awful people, same as who you get rid of, there’s no reason not to give it one more shot.”

Eddie sighs and puts his hands on his hips, feeling as if he was talking to his old self. “Candy, I don’t want a fight alright? I get why you’re upset and I’d be upset too!” His voice inflected hugger pitched with feeling, “Hell, I AM upset! I get it. I do but ya know you can’t keep pushing it. Your luck will run out… like mine did. You’ll push it just one step too far because of your pride and then boom, it all falls apart.”

“Am I supposed to just let it go what they did to me? To the countless other girls they’ve done it too?” He saw the tears she fought back and his heart hurt for her. He suddenly understood everyone that had tried to warn him of the same thing in the past. It was weird karma to witness.

He sighs and gives her sad and tired eyes, much like the ones she was giving him. “You aren’t… losing by moving on ya know. You can’t win them all, just believe me, babe, please. I’ve BEEN where you are alright? I GET it! I swear I do but you can't fix every wrong out there. You just can’t… I’m sorry.”

“I’m going out tonight. And you’re going to be there. That... I hesitate to call him a person but that asshole will be there who did this to me. I just know it. Let me do it just one more time and I’ll stop okay? Please Eddie?”

He groans and feels Venom wants to give his two cents. He was on Candy's side. But of course, he was, he didn’t grasp the situation fully because he couldn’t, he was damn near indestructible right now and one more buffet of bad guys seemed like it had no downsides when you took into account it meant making Candy happy. And they both wanted that, so desperately. She’d been so much happier since they’d started this after the funk she denied she’d fallen into after the roofie.

“Fine.” He says with more anger. “But just one more time Candy I swear to god, this is the last time I’m helping you do this.” He wags his finger and she doesn’t care. She doesn’t notice. She’d already gotten her way.

—— She had her ritual now she liked to do, the getting ready and primping. The adrenaline rush was enough to get anyone hooked on the feeling. Perhaps it was what made her go against sound advice. Perhaps it was the lack of justice for herself, feeling like a martyr to take on people who seemed untouchable. It was the origin story she’d dreamed of since she was young. A woman wronged, going against the bad guys for the ultimate revenge and winning against the odds. It was everything she’d wanted. And she foolishly thought she could have it.

She was right about one thing. The guy that drugged her was there that night. She and Venom only used this convenient coincidence to shut Eddie up. “It’s a sign!” They’d hissed together.

“It’s a bad idea.” was Eddies defeated reply.

Candy enjoys this one a little too much, a little too true-crime podcast subject for Eddie's liking.

She leads him to the alley with her curves and promises. Her heels giving her no trouble but her wobbly ankles playing like they did all the same to the target.

“You believe in karma?” She proposes, lips so close she could taste the alcohol in the air on his breath.

“Nah, you get what you work for. You gotta step on some toes sometimes to prove you’re the best. If you lose you didn’t try hard enough.” He cockily answered. Something he’d probably picked up from the few interactions he had with him billionaire father growing up. His trust fund was a shield against his own evil deeds.

“That’s a shame. Because I do.” She sighs.

“I don’t think we have to match up on our philosophy 101 ideas, babe.” He chuckles. “Don’t have to have anything in common at all to do what I wanna do to you.” His hands lead to her hips and next thing he knows there’s a knife pressed into his neck. This was new. This wasn’t part of the plan.

Eddie's heartbeat picks up as he sees through Venom's eyes what’s happening. She was in too deep and she was only going to dig herself deeper.

“I’m glad we have one thing in common for what I’m going to do to you.” She snarls, taking her wig and glasses off.

“What the…?!” He says with no fear and only surprise. “Wait aren’t you? Holy shit you again?” He laughs. “So you’re the one doing this little vigilante justice thing. How cute.”

“Cute? You were going to rape me and my friend you fucking disgusting, baby dicked piece of shit.”

“They're onto you sweetie.” He grins. “You can do whatever you want to me but you think killing the brightest minds in the world was a smart idea? Like no one would come looking? You really are stupid.”

“You can call me whatever you want because you’ll be dead and I’ll be able to breathe a little easier knowing one less asshole like you is in this world.”

“Do what you want little girl, but I’m gonna put up a fight you can’t win.” He smirks.

“Doubtful.” Is Venom's response as he appears looking over Candy in the dim and dank alley.

“Good riddance.” She says angrily, putting her wig back on. She continues to mutter curses and name call while her eyes well up with a long-held release that was a long time coming.

“Are you-“

“I’m FINE.” She snaps and wipes at a falling tear. Venom recoils noticeably. “I’ll... see you later.” She rushes out before stomping off.

“Eddie?”

“I know man. She’s just… going through a lot.”

“We are worried.”

“Yeah. We are.”

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Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 6

(Chapter 6: Fools fly where Angels fear to tread...)

Narancia rather liked solo missions.

Sure, a mission with Mista or with Fugo was always a wild time too, most espescially when they got to kick the shit out of someone, then laugh about it, before blasting the shit out of them if the target didn't cooperate.

Those missions were ALWAYS chaotic, VERY explosive, PACKED with action and punctuated by the voices of six shrieking bullets but most of all, they were the most memorable.

Missions with Bucciarati could be a treat, a little on the more rare side however as the man almost always paired himself with Abbacchio when not flying solo (he and the others swore those two were a thing but lacked any evidence to prove that just yet).

Just watching how many times the man could unzip someone to pieces and make unusual objects spill out of their mouth before they finally cracked was just always funny to Narancia. Not to mention, listening to Bruno talk and stir up a plan so easily on the spot was something akin to dazzling in the boys eyes.

It always made him feel like he was invincible and he could feel himself glowing from the inside out when the man praised him for doing a good job, Bucciarati was his hero afterall.

Sometimes he'd even get treated to some gelato afterwards.

Missions with Abbacchio could be fun, being also on the rare side and only sometimes chaotic. Watching Abba beat the absolute shit out of a dirtbag (whether it was their actual target or just some chump who made the mistake of telling the Mafioso that makeup was for Women) was always entertaining, but the mission itself really depended on the Goths mood and their target.

His favorite memories with the stone-faced man however would be when they drove down the highway, blasting some sort of loud and unholy music from a strange screaming punk-rock band Abbacchio liked while sipping on fizzy sodas, whether to or from said mission.

Yes, going on missions with his friends were fun and all.... but he absolutely loved going solo once in a while.

Aerosmith circled overhead, high above the buildings of the street and trailing behind Narancia like a tamed hawk would with its master. Narancia walked the streets casually, keeping his eyes out as he compared the man in the picture he had been given to the other bystanders on the street around him making their morning commute.

Today would be simple enough; find the asshole, get the info out of him where a recent traitor to the Boss was and if he refused to cooperate, use "gentle persuasion".

He hoped it wouldn't come to that of course, he didn't quite like to torture-... er.... "persuade" people himself and hopefully the idiot would be smart enough to know that if he fought and perhaps even got away he'd be hunted down by someone else much, much more powerful than Narancia or even Bucciarati for that matter and be given a more unmerciful and much crueler demise than just being shot by a small bombing plane.

There was an entire organization above their little team afterall. A big, BIG organization of thieves, thugs, hitmen, dealers and Mafiosi alike all working under one Man.

Narancia was quite literally just a snowflake resting on the very tip of an iceberg.

Still, being out on his own was always exciting. It always made him feel important when Bucciarati trusted him with these things.

He could go about things how he wanted it, put his own mind to the test and then proudly brag about his skills when reporting back.

Bucciarati always treated him very well after a successful solo mission of course.

He could hardly contain his excitement when he finally spotted the bastardo ducking into an alley off the street ahead, he couldn't have chose a better place to go in behind because it was right behind the spindly teens favorite Gelato spot.

The stronzo matched the picture alright; olive skin (check), strange yellowish hair thats texture sort of reminded him of rice (double check), scar on the cheek (checkaroo), wonky looking left eye (checkity-checkcheck).

"Bingo." He grinned, casually stuffing his hands in his pockets, tucking away the picture along with one, as he shuffled down the street. That intel was already as good as his.

The only thing he had to worry about now was what flavor Gelato he was in the mood for when this was all over.

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Once in his life Josuke believed that there was absolutely nothing better in this world than treating yourself to some Icecream on a warm sunny day.

Now however, he knew better.

Because if there was anything better than that, it was treating yourself to some Gelato on a warm sunny day in Italy.

Christ, he never knew how rich and smooth this frozen dairy treat could be.

All this time, he and Okuyasu had been scammed into being sold the now seemingly regular-old-not-at-all-exciting Icecream when he could've been tasting this absolute delicacy all along?!

He felt like he had been robbed, cheated even, dare he say betrayed, his whole life and didn't realize it until now!

The place he had stopped at wasn't quite like the shop he frequented back in Morioh before school on Monday either, not a cheep little stand on the sidewalk where you grabbed your cone and had no choice but to keep walking for fear of the guy running the place shoving you along with a broom for "loitering", this place was a store in itself and right out in the open too!

A sea of flavors and colours coating the entire counter, all scrumptious frozen dairy treats that absolutely dazzled the eye.

It was like finding an Oasis out in the scorching desert to someone who was dying for something sweet and cold on such a hot day like today.

They even had an area out front of the counter to sit and enjoy everything. The tasty treat, the sights and sounds and smells of the streets and all.

Italy just kept getting better and better by the second.

'Why on earth would someone ever leave here? Or even want to leave here?' The teenager couldn't help but wonder as he finished the last delectable lick of his Vanilla Gelato.

Tonio was always very vague on the topic of his move from Naples to Morioh and usually didn't say more than a simple "I wanted to fulfill my dream!" Or "I needed to see the world!" Before quickly changing the subject to his food and the art of his cooking.

None of them ever pressed the man for the details but now that he was experiencing this place and all its wonders himself, Josuke found himself wishing that he did know why Tonio left.

Maybe one day he'd be lucky enough, or perhaps close enough to the man at least, to find out....

A low hum rang in his ears, coming from right overhead.

His metaphorical thought-bubble was promptly popped with the sharpness of the noise and his attention was ripped away from his reminiscing of Home.

It sort of sounded like-

"A plane?" He muttered to himself, bringing a hand over his eyes and squinting to block out the bright golden sunshine of the late morning.

A tiny little red spot circled overhead, for something so small it puttered really loudly. No one else around seemed to notice it however.

It flew closer into his sights, it was a plane alright with wings a propeller and everything.

It swerved through the air, rolling over once as it sharply turned and disappeared behind the building suddenly with an almost obnoxious whirr.

Was it a toy? He had seen some pretty sweet remote control toy cars and helicopters much like that plane before when passing toy shops or flicking through store magazines that came with the loads of junkmail every week.

He glanced around, hoping to spot the kid who might be holding the remote control (he wouldn't admit aloud that he wanted a turn with it if you perhaps asked him).

'Not a toy.' Came a voice from the corner of his mind, he could feel the phantom of Crazy Diamond standing by his side, though not manifested. 'That was a stand, I could feel its energy.'

In an instant, Josuke was out of his seat, his eyes growing more and more huge by the second as he remembered Moody Blues and all their glory from yesterday.

Another stand? And a special one at that! Non-Humanoid stands were even cooler than the normal ones. And this one was a PLANE!

He looked around, no obvious signs of a user from what he could see, the streets held a few passerby's but nobody seemed focused on the stand like he was, so presumably the plane was following them into the alley?

"Oh wow!" Josuke whispered in excitement. "I gotta take a closer look!"

He would never forgive himself if he never saw the little plane again without finding the wielder of it. He started off down the street, turning into the alley, keeping his ears open and his eyes on the sky.

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"I'm tellin' ya kiddo, I don't know nothin'!" Osso Bucco, a much taller and more built man in size than Narancia, said putting his hands up with a helpless smile. "I don't even know what you're askin' about."

Narancia rolled his eyes, folding his arms as he glared down the man. They had been going back and forth for a few minutes and this was just getting tiring.

"Yeah sure, you don't dipshit." He snapped. "So I'm gonna help you jog your memory."

Osso was always a man of keeping himself in check, keeping your cool was a sure fire way to getting out of a mess like this.

He knew this spindly little shit was a stand user under that damned Passione but as long as he kept himself calm, he would be walking away without a worry and could get back to helping his new Boss organize some things.

Starting a rival Organization was tough under the threat of the one already in motion but as long as he stuck to the plan, his Boss assured him everything would work out in the end.

Osso liked to follow a stronger side afterall, it was just the way you survived out on these streets.

The beefy man barely even twitched when a deep puttering whirr came just inches about his head, clenching his hands into fists when a little plane hovered at Narancia's side, the teenager already had his radar out over his eye.

"I'm gonna ask you again, cazzone. What. Is. His. Name?" Narancia growled out, giving it his all to seem like a brooding threat (all his time watching Abbacchio being his bitter self really helped with that) as Aerosmiths gun turrets appeared, locking right onto its target.

It seemed like a neat trick, having a working plane at your own whim and all, but Osso knew he had an even better one up his sleeve.

Or rather... set in stone.

The corner of his lip twitched as the unmistakable vibrations of oncoming footsteps passed through the stone beneath his feet, someone was headed this way, a street rando was now at his disposal.

This was going to be easy for him to give the runt a slip. Chances were this little stronzo probably didn't even know shit about Earth Angel, the stand of his own possession.

His Boss ensured the discreet nature of all his workers, most especially their abilities.

"Y'know kid. You shouldn't be playin' with guns." The big man said as casually as he could, keeping his hands raised as he waited with all the patience in the world to feel the footsteps come within his range. "You could end up hurtin' someone."

Narancias brow twitched, he had him now.

Ossos lips curled up, it was time.

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Josuke had barely rounded the corner before suddenly, his foot caught on something.

Or rather... something caught his foot.

The teenager fell forward, right down into the hard stone pavement, skinning his hands in the process as he yelped.

For a split second he thought he had tripped over his own feet in his hurry (he knew he was clumsy afterall), but nothing could prepare him for when he rolled over to see a hand made of stone stretching out of the very ground, fingers wrapped tightly around his ankle.

He tried to scream but it barely came out, turning into more of a loud inarticulate grunt, and frantically tried to pull his leg from the hand in blind panic.

The fingers crackled as they tightened into even more of a vice-like grip, they were hard like any rock but undeniably humanoid and mobile.

The hand pulled and Josuke clawed at the ground in a momentary desperate attempt to fight back.

He realized that the pavement was swallowing him up suddenly, not like he was falling down a hole but akin to being dragged into water, the hand pulling him further and further down.

His final cry was drowned out as he was swallowed whole by the stone, along with the last bit of sunlight he could see.

His hand was the last thing in sight to the world around him before he vanished completely.

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Narancias head snapped in the direction of the sound of someones voice coming down from towards the end of the alley, leading out to the street.

Someone had screamed, almost as if crying out for help but it had cut off suddenly. Narancia blanched at the feeling of a shiver creeping up his spine, the deafening silence that followed was absolutely haunting.

His focus faltered for a moment, alarm bells ringing in his head as he realized someone was in danger.

His focus snapped onto place again as Osso began to laugh. Narancia opened his mouth to yell for his stand to fire at will before jumping back, the command dying in his throat as a figure shot straight up from the ground between them, effectively blocking Osso.

Two figures that was.

Josuke had no absolutely idea what in the Hell was happening once again. One second he was running, next he was on the ground, then he was underground and now he was here?!

He squirmed, the realization his arms were pinned tightly at his sides hitting him as he tried to scream again, only to have a hand made of stone clamp tightly over his mouth.

Narancia gaped, staring in shock at the squirming teenager trapped in the vice-like embrace of a tall Angelic statue.

Earth Angels expression was stoic, somehow bearing that sweet sadness feeling of nostalgia when looking upon a carved memory of an ancient one in the soft, yet chiseling, features of its stone face and body.

The way it moved was almost mesmerizing, so mobile and unstiff as if it were completely human but carried that hard and undeniable look of stone, the sound of rock grating and clicking as it moved.

"Now, ya'wouldn't want to be shootin' a kid now, would ya?" Osso grinned, peering around the neatly tucked concrete wings of his stand to take a look at the helpless Josuke, whose eyes were darting around frantically in wide sockets.

"You BASTARD!" Narancia roared, clenching his fist as his chest started to burn with rage.

He hated this cheep fucking move, it was nothing but cowardness to have to threaten the life of an innocent and unaffiliated person just to make a quick getaway.

It happened only a few times to him on a mission, but only when he had been with one or two of the others, and they barely succeeded each time.

Once there had been a VERY close call, where their target threatened to throw a lady he held hostage off a bridge. Thank goodness for zippers and the  portals it opened that day.

But that was then and this was now.

And Narancia was all alone.

The young Mafioso tried to move, ready to pounce on the fucker himself so he could get out of that poor confused teenagers way and get a clear shot at his ugly mug, but stumbled slightly.

His violet eyes went wide as he looked down at his own legs.

They were becoming one with the ground, rooted to the very spot he stood but worst of all, turning to stone.

It was almost up to his knees now, his legs looking very much like he had gotten the great Michelangelo himself to carve him a set of ampute limbs.

He whimpered unconsciously as the stone started to creep higher, he could feel a horrible stiffness in his knees and thighbones already, worse than any arthritis he may ever experience in his later years.

That spindly boy, the weilder of the little plane, was in trouble. Josuke knew this and his heart screamed for him to do something, however Earth Angels grip was powerful and unrelenting.

The soft grating of stone clicked close to his ear as the statue turned its head to look at him with its pupiless half-lidded eyes, their soft carved expression never changing.

If he wasn't being attacked by it, he might've actually been comforted by the ethereal beauty perfectly captured in marble they radiated.

Josuke knew he had to stay calm and focused. Whoever this big guy controlling the statue was, he seemed like bad news.

He now fully knew how that poor lady being held hostage felt that time he and Okuyasu witnessed that convince store being robbed.

The plane started to circle by Narancias command, looking for a place to open fire on Osso.

However, the alley was very narrow and there was no open space for the stand to make a full circle, forcing Aerosmith to have to fly up one end and round back quickly.

Josuke almost screamed again as it came barreling back down the alley, gun turrets ready, before the statue moved (dragging Josuke along with it) to block the man from his exposed side once more.

If Narancia hadn't reacted half a second before he did, Josuke would've been packed full of bullets.

"Nice try, kiddo." Osso grinned. "You don't give up, but you ain't gonna win today."

The teenage Mafioso now started to scream as stone crept up his body more and more, faster by the second. It was up to his hips now and starting at the tips of his fingers as well.

Josuke watched in silent terror of it all, his heart wrenching a little as Narancia actually started to cry.

Josuke wracked his brain, trying to formulate a plan, readying to summon Crazy Diamond at his side. Maybe he could break the statue and then get a good shot at the asshole pulling the strings for torturing this other kid.

Narancia Ghirga was sure he was going to die and he didn't want to die, he really REALLY didn't! There was so much stuff he still wanted to do with Fugo and Mista and Abba and Bucciarati!

A thousand things flooded his head as he stared in utter terror down at his marble legs.

Mista still owed him a soda. He had tutoring with Fugo at 3:00 today. Abbacchio had promised him he'd teach him how to properly do make-up. He was going to show Bucciarati the Sailor Moon series this weekend.

He wished Bruno had paired him up with someone, he really did, because he couldn't do this on his own.

He needed help.

He desperately needed his Family!

And worst of all, this other kid was gonna die too! Narancia bit back a sob as the very thought of it came to mind.

"You're gonna be one hell of a statue kiddo." Osso laughed cruelly, indulging in Narancias loud reactions almost as much as he enjoyed watching him continue to try and shoot him. "Ya got no choice now, if you keep tryin' shit, it'll just go faster. Or worse, the freak with the mop gets it."

Josuke froze solid, the plan he had been trying to scrap up his head suddenly getting wiped clean from the slate.

The world around him seemed to slow and the sounds of the lean teenager crying out in fear deafened as his ears rang.

His heart started to pound, thumping so hard in his chest you could see it rattling his collarbone.

What did he just say?

What did that fucking piece of shit just say?

Josuke was unaware of his teeth grinding painfully in his mouth, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles shined white, his own face burning hot red like a knife that had been thrust into fire.

'He called your hair a mop.' Came the bitter answer, whispered in his head.

The soft grating of stone in his ear as Earth Angel turned its head to stare at him again wasn't heard to Josuke.

Osso had even stopped laughing, tilting his head to listen closely to the low growl the kid was emitting, that animalistic look in his unfocused blue eyes made him raise his eyebrows in question.

What the fuck was wrong with this weirdo?

Narancia had even stopped screaming, the dread he felt now forgotten as he watched with apprehension and interest.

Oh shit... he had definitely seen this before.

This guy was MAJORLY pissed off.

Far, FAR too many times had be been on the receiving end of this look with Fugo before to know what exactly was happening.

There was practically steam coming out of his ears, this stranger was going to blow! The sight of a bright fire emitting off the pompadour sporting teen almost didn't phase him because it fit how fucking pissed he looked.

'He called my hair a fucking mop...' came the only thought and it rang in his head over and over. 'HE CALLED MY HAIR A FUCKING MOP!!!'

Josuke didn't see. He didn't hear. He didn't think.

He didn't even feel it when his own fists tore through stone.

[To be continued ...》

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