#got to get you in my life series

[inkpot909]

Got to Get You Into my Life #2: Trish Una

↳ Fem!Reader; she/her pronouns are used. Goth!Reader.

[#1: Giorno Giovanna.]

A/n: It’s taken forever, but here’s another one of these. Very much so inspired by my job at a makeup store. I hope y’all enjoy! <3

Warning(s): Canon-typical swearing.

At any other job you’ve had in the past, the prospect of being left completely alone would’ve been a cause for alarm.

A pool of bile swirling in your stomach, and a moment or two of hesitation before deciding on how to approach a certain task. Experiencing a dull guilt over not being trained enough, only to be left to your own devices. Ultimately, you’d get at least one thing wrong… and as understanding others are, it remains a shadow casted over your head. Hissing back cringe just from the memories.

It made you hate work; made you feel inadequate.

Working in retail is certainly not the safe haven you need, but it brings a much desired change of pace. Plus, a makeup store is right up your alley. You’re at home… no matter how mind-numbingly monotonous the store environment itself is.

And the patrons themselves aren’t a cause of stress (Most of the time). You’ve dealt with customers more than enough to know just how difficult people can be and… well- there’s no easy way to say it -stupid.

Oblivious, you mentally correct, taking slow and elongated steps. Circling around the little empty store.

It's best to keep yourself in check, less something rude ever accidentally slip from your mouth. It hasn’t happened yet, but the concern is there. Employment under such an understanding boss does change the rules of the game a little, and you can tell your usual customer service approach is slipping some days. If you’re so inclined to point fingers, that is.

Regardless, your work life is good.

Your boss is good. Your coworkers are good. The work itself is good. It's all good. That sentiment alone is enough to keep you going. Enough to make you slowly fall in love with a job for the first time in your life.

But just as you cross the threshold into guaranteed privacy that is the backroom, the little bell above the front door chimes softly and you hear a single set of footsteps enter the store.

Hiding a grimace, you turn on your heels in order to greet whoever entered. A dogmatic response. Learned quickly, and without hesitation, no matter your inner annoyance.

Your feet carry you to the front of the store, no need to crank your head around. The search for the customer nonexistent.

It’s luckily just one individual shopper. A little bonus, as far as you’re concerned.

She’s a girl with vibrant pink hair, and striking clothes. It’s a look so well-put together it makes soft jealousy bubble inside you… or is that perhaps something else? She’s so distinct you forgot about your retreat to the backroom. Who’s to say? Gazing upon a well crafted mesh of pinks, blacks, and yellows…. all other thoughts die down.

Her eyes uphold a distant front all on their own, glancing around with a neutral expression to boot.

“Hello,” you bring a smile to your face, hands clasping together.

Every worker is encouraged to be kind and greet customers in such a way. Considering you harbor such a striking goth appearance, you’ve long made it a habit to go the extra mile. Earns you brownie points from the elderly women that walk in.

“Is there anything special I can help you find today?”

Her light green eyes roll over to your direction, gently shaking her head. “No, thank you. I think I got it,” she says, her voice far softer than you already anticipated.

“Of course,” you reply, already backing away from her. “Let me know if you have any questions.”

Thank goodness, you think, eagerly retreating behind the counter. You place both open palms down on its white surface, and lean against it casually. As much as I like this job, I doubt I’ll get used to having to actively approach customers. Not everyone wants a worker up their ass the entire time they’re-

“Excuse me…?”

The girl calls out, pulling you from your train of thought. She’s standing near one of the many shelves lining the walls, almost entirely hidden behind a display. Only her poofed up, pink hair just barely pokes out from the other side.

You make your way over to her, standing a polite distance away. “Yes?” you ask, that customer service tone making a home in your vocal chords. As fast as the matching smile is pulled.

“I’m looking for a few new cosmetics here and there to spice up my look for an event next week,” she explains, glancing from you to the shelf beside her.

“An event?” you hum… a bit perplexed by her blunt phrasing. Usually people are fair more specific buying for an occasion. Wanting travel-sized everything for a vacation, preparing for a wedding, and the like. “What sort of an event is it?”

“Business related,” she dismisses with the wave of her hand.

Her tone comes across standoffish, but also insinuating she cannot explicitly tell you. It’s not something you think to even flinch at; best not to ask too many questions in a city prominent with gang activity. So be it.

She certainly has the glare of a mafioso.

“Are you wanting to try something new with your eyeshadow, or…?” you continue on, brushing aside her lack of specification. Attempting to get into the specifics of what service you’re there to provide.

“Lipstick,” she says bluntly. Simple. To the point. Maybe you’ve ought to self-reflect on your type another time, but hell, if she isn’t damn cool. The irises of her pretty eyes burn into your skull, leaving behind a creeping heat trailing across your cheeks. “Like yours.”

“Mine…? You’re looking to try black, then?”

“Honestly… I walked in here unsure,” the girl sighs, glancing down at her well-kept nails. No acrylics? Perhaps she’s made an appointment a day or two prior to this… mystery event. Nails fresh for the occasion.

Why am I thinking so much about this? you stress, God, she’s just so pretty.

“But your whole look got me thinking,” she continues. Her hand dropping back to her side and eyes scanning your face. Assessing the sharp line-work displayed on your lips and eyes. False lashes making the color of your eyes pop. “I’ll leave the all-out goth makeup to the more skilled.”

Receiving a compliment from someone who clearly takes so much pride in their appearance, down to the tiniest detail, is always the highlight of your day. And from someone as beautiful as her… you could just faint.

And she’d likely continue on going about her day as normal if you did. Eyes glossing over with easy boredom you’re admittedly charmed by.

“… but I think a darker look would go well with both my dress and complexion,” she finally finishes, her hands gesturing to her face. “Wouldn’t you say so?”

“It would-… it would go well with your fin-“ Shit. Shit. Shit. “-You’re skin. Go well with your skin…”

If there’s a God, he should strike me down with a bolt of lightening. I’ll die right in front of her but anything’s better than a pathetic verbal fumble.

“… uh-huh,” she slowly nods, her eyebrows furrowing as she blinks. The most emotion she’s shown since she walked through the front door… and it’s quiet confusion. Perfect. Great. Just what you needed on a Tuesday afternoon. “You’ve been drinking enough water lately?”

You nod quickly, lips sealed.

“Liar,” she huffs, placing her hands on her hips. Holding onto her aloof tone even as she kindly offers, “Tell you what. I was going to pick up some mineral water a few stores down after I’m done here. If you swear to me you got something good for me to use here… I’ll go pick up an extra bottle for you when I go. For good service.”

“Hah…” you breathe, “Th-… thank you… uhm..?”

“Trish Una,” she replies, her head still pointed in your direction as she turns her body towards a different section of the store. Eyes scrutinizing…but is that fondness you detect? “Now… help me pick out a lipstick?”

“Trish…” you echo delicately, noting how her eyes linger on you a fleeting moment until she starts walking off.

She’s moving on to a different section she’s curious about, yet your feet feel too heavy to move right away.

You swear you saw the faintest smile on her face a second before turning away. A flash in the pan; lightening in a bottle. Quick and brushed off, but you swear it.

“Don’t just stand and gawk, please!” her voice snaps you out of your hopeful thoughts. “I got an appointment for my nails to get to later.”

Heh… knew it, you smile to yourself, glancing downward. Your feet prompted to move in her direction; involuntary at just the sound of her beckoning.

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

hey, just as a btw, a fic or a series not uploading for a year doesn't mean its abandoned.

Sometimes the authors have shit going on, other wips, or! it just needs to sit and marinate for a bit. Collecting all the flavor and details it wouldn't have otherwise.

it's okay for updates to take a while.

And if you're impatient? Why not leave a nice comment telling us (the author(s)) what you love about the fic or series? say that you love it, and are "waiting eagerly for the next chapter" and/or that you "would love to see x or y happen because it would mean-"

This could be a new fandom vibe because of all the "i have to drop this while people are still interested" energy, but its not universal, and i don't believe its good for the fandom ecosystem.

Have patience, and have compassion. Remember that authors are human and these fics? (or comics, animatics, whatever) This is our art. We care about it just as much, if not more than you.

[insomnya777]

goodtimeswithscar reputation board? *takes a drag of cigarette 🚬* heh... haven't heard that name in a while

[melon-official]

the clock's out of sync but we can fix it up, no problem

[moeblob]

I love them! So much!

[huggywuggysuppy]

Has Pearl Really Betrayed Gem?

Inspired by (this) recent transcript of Pearl talking about siding with Scar in SL and not believing she betrayed Gem at all.

It's interesting how Pearl always saw Murder Camel as a fun but temporary thing -- it was never a real alliance to her -- while EVERYONE ELSE clearly thought it meant something more. We're talking the Mounders discussing moving in with Gem & the Scotts level serious. Gem /definitely/ thought it was something more. Even in WL Scott was like "and you were like three steps away from betraying us and being your own thing with Pearl" (also him stressing that "no matter your other alliances, THIS is the top one" in SL). There's definitely something unequal here. And why is that?

Gem murdered Pearl. Like, twice. The second time while Pearl was actively BEGGING her to stop. For that red task to hit until she blocked with a shield.

So of course Pearl didn't see it as a real alliance. Both times she joined Gem were after Gem killed her! And to the other players who are veterans and used to self-sacrifice and murder, it's not that big a deal. But Pearl very rarely sacrifices herself -- off the top of my head she's only given lives to BigB back in Limited, which was much lower-stakes -- and definitely not by force. Pearl never really chose to ally with her. Working with Gem in the final session was almost entirely tactical: it was just a bonus that they got along.

And Gem? Gem doesn't notice. As far as she knows, sacrifice is not only normal but expected of a strong alliance. Thanks to Scott's immense self-sacrifice issues and Impulse's "yes and" tactical mind, she's literally responsible for two deaths apiece on her allies. Why wouldn't she lump Pearl in with that, who she's also taken two lives from? (Whew, does Gem murder a lot of people. love her). When she'd turned Pearl red, Pearl was angry and hurt, but Gem apologized. "I can't believe you still wanna be friends with me after this." Gem had said, and Pearl replied, "I can't believe it either. But I guess here we are."

That's why it's such a betrayal at the end. Gem thought they were okay. Scar's been public enemy #1 for so long, Pearl literally chose him as her target when she turned zombie. Meanwhile, Gem and Pearl have been working together for the past 2-3 sessions (plus or minus a couple times Gem murdered her). Pearl should've turned on Scar.

And that leads us to now. Gem, who was betrayed because she thought she was safe and Pearl was cool with it and was her ally. When the server thought they were so close they would team up together. When really, Pearl had never thought the same, because why should she? Gem had only ever hurt her and her allies. No, Pearl's only crime was not communicating clearly enough and denouncing Gem entirely. But against the whole server, the fandom's gaze too, all insisting Gem and her were in Life, for Life?

5 AM Pearl has a lot to work with.

Thank you so much for reading! I, too, fell into the trap and accused them both of betrayal. But I was blinded by wanting Shinyduo to stay together! I should never doubt you, Pearlescentmoon. Never let us sway you from your path.

[ratatatastic]

Vanha Kauppahalli date: en full, a 2 minute 50 second masterpiece...

Primetime Panthers | 11.6.24 (x)

[endead-art]

Hello Traffic people, I come with an offering

[tapakah0]

I'M SORRY I don't like to put something little mine with the great stories I love so much but *inhales* @somerandomdudelmao, @kathaynesart, are you okay with doing this???? *Puts you both in the "Bucket of suffering"*

[isjasz]

The brainrot continues (Blame @vesperionnox and @cherrysherin we are dragging the whole server down with this au)

Part 1

[fantasykiri5]

Acrylic Charm Interest Check!

I’ve been thinking about selling acrylic character charms for a little while now, and I have a lot of ideas on which ones I’d like to do, so I figured I’d ask the people which ones they actually want!

[inkpot909]

Got to Get You Into my Life #1: Giorno Giovanna

↳ Fem!Reader; she/her pronouns are used. Reader is also musically gifted and described as clumsy.

[#2: Trish Una.]

A/n: This is the first of a series of one-shots I have in mind specifically for JoJo’s. Each about a character’s first time meeting their s/o. I will accept requests for other characters. Currently, requests for such are open, but I appreciate also checking my description to be certain.

Warning(s): None

Bucciarati had, at numerous points after finding common ground with one another, given Giorno a heads up about his team.

And Giorno listened. He drank up the words offered to him by a man who’d previously been trying to kill him not 24 hours before. Unquestionably adaptable, once his mind is made up about an individual’s moral and effect on himself, Giorno ceases all hesitation. And in seemingly no time at all, he’d come to the conclusion that Bucciarati’s undoubtedly a man who deserves respect.

Giorno is well aware of himself too, unwaveringly observant regardless of who’s the subject. Furthermore, he can tell Bucciarati sees it too. After all, why else would he be dragged across Naples just to be fed moderately delicious food that could, honestly, be found anywhere else? Such a question hardly passes the blonde’s mind; not even needing to ponder it too much. Instead, Giorno’s heart races with understanding- knowing full well that Bucciarati’s opening doors towards a greater goal.

“This way,” Bucciarati mumbles, waving his hand.

The pair weave around Bruno’s restaurant of choice. The dark-haired man leads the way with Giorno trailing close behind. Patrons and employees alike greet Bruno along the way. The blonde teen keeps silent, soaking in his new leader’s charismatic reputation. Further cementing his belief that he’s someone to be trusted.

Soon, the two reach a more secluded section of the restaurant after passing through an open doorway. Four men are seated around a circular table, each of them either making a ruckus or enabling it with dismissive ease.

Giorno’s gaze trails over each of the men, before turning his body towards a window and piano sitting diagonal of the group.

Sunlight pools through the glass, adding to a soft ambiance that would fill the space if it weren’t for the rambunctious group. Also contributing, is a sweet tune coming from the smooth, black piano. The tune manages to cut through the yelling erupting from the table, and reach Giorno’s ears. Just hearing it, he could simply close his eyes and envision a pair of hands dancing on its keys knowledgeably.

Only the top of someone’s head is visible from Giorno’s point of view, standing just far away enough to hide their face from him.

The song is played delicately, yet with confidence. A care for sound so pure that a song feathery and light is played with strong devotion- one that knows to hold back.

Bruno lectures his team without a glance towards Giorno or the piano player, most likely harboring embarrassment over bringing a new recruit to a less than favorable scene. “Great him properly!” he goes on and barks, snapping Giorno out of his own distraction.

Finally whirling his body towards the piano, Bucciarati rubs his temples together before calling out, “Y/n!”

An immediate crash of keys follow, loud and annoyingly off-key. The image Giorno conjured of hands playing a charming tune contort instantly. He instead can infer they’d slammed down on the keys without direction.

Giorno’s face visually cringes, yet he cannot help but follow Bruno’s gaze curiously. Such an ugly sound cutting off a beautiful song… the blonde nearly holds his breath in preparation for the worse.

“Yes! Y-Yes,” a voice squeaks in a feminine tone, making Giorno’s eyebrows raise. The tiny view he had of the person sitting behind the piano is shattered all at once- as well as his expectations of the individual, given the other members of Bucciarati’s group.

A girl around the same age as Giorno pops up from the piano stool she’d sat herself on. In doing so, the back of her legs knock back the seat. The little chair falls backward, knocking down onto the building’s harsh flooring. The girl’s lips shut tightly, and body tenses momentarily.

Glancing behind him, Bruno sighs when his presence is gently requested by an employee. Turning back to her, he continues, “Please, just-… make sure that he’s welcomed. I will be back shortly.”

Nodding, the girl scoots from behind the piano and makes her way across the room towards Giorno. His heart skips a beat, momentarily wondering if he should assist in picking up the chair.

But as she draws near, such a thing is mentally disregarded. As he takes in her appearance, Giorno swallows. The curve of her face… and sweet glimmer of her eyes; it’s decided in his mind that the pleasant song she played is only an extension of her own apparent loveliness. To think the soft tune came from the talent of a cutely clumsy girl… he couldn’t help but find it endearing.

“Y/n L/n,” she introduces herself, a shy but genuine smile playing on her lips. Reaching out a hand, Giorno glances between it and her face. Going off first impressions of her and everyone sitting at the table, there’s little doubt as to why Bucciarati left his introduction up to Y/n.

Putting on his best smile, he takes her hand in his own as if holding a precious piece of porcelain. “Giorno Giovanna… you play beautifully,” he comments, before bending down gracefully at the waist. Planting a short kiss to the back of her hand, a blush visibly plays on the girl’s cheeks.

“O-Oh… thank you,” Y/n stutters, placing her free hand on her warming cheek. Looking at him intently, her smile merely grows softer. In turn, Giorno’s own grin reaches the twinkle in his green eyes.

He opens his mouth to speak, but the harsh sound of a teapot smacking against the table’s surface snatches Giorno’s attention away. He drops her hand, but Y/n’s gaze lingers on the mysterious blonde for a moment longer. Biting her lower lip, she glances down at the floor before slowly turning towards her white-haired partner.

“Oi,” his gruff voice hums, “‘Giorno,’ was it…?”

[mbirnsings-71]

something something having a new hyperfixation and now having several new WIPs about it AND just starting to draw certain characters from it just yesterday uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah-

[laufxsons]

something something love is a dagger yadda yadda

[mcybree]

I prepared this ask in the Notes app only for Tumblr to not let me copy and paste the text so here’s a screenshot bc I’m not typing all that again lol

there’s this funny trend i see in trafficblr art, in that, when there’s a lineup of every past winner, most players will be surrounded by symbols that were relevant to their POV, and perhaps drawn with the last emotion they’d felt just before death (or maybe just whatever emotion the artist most associates with the character). The winners might be doing something, or in a pose that reflects how they won—there are a million ways to make a life series winners’ piece. What’s funny about it is that no one ever seems to know what to do with Scott. He’s most often just standing there looking mildly disgruntled. And for the symbols he’s most depicted with, it’s typically poppies, which are only relevant to the first season; last life scott does not place any importance on poppies, poppies dont ever come up beyond a brief interaction in episode 1, and jimmy as a whole is less relevant to scott’s pov in last life than he is in every other season.

not that this is an issue with the art; the pieces are beautifully done, it’s just representative of how little fandom discussion there is about scott’s win thematically. Most discussion I see are about the watchers and how they hate scott for defying him or whatever, but watcher lore is not discussion of the series itself as much as it is a fan creation that is retroactively applied to create meaning.

Scott’s Last Life win, to me, was achieved through accomplishing what Third Life Scott could not.

Scott spent 3L waiting for his day one ally to die. He kept Jimmy at a distance, often fully gearing himself up first before backtracking to help Jimmy along. There’s a funny disparity in episode 5, where Jimmy spends the entire episode trying to get good enchants on his iron armor, while Scott sets up a villager and gets good enchants for the full diamond set that he’d already had in storage, in about half the time Jimmy took trying to accomplish his own goal, iirc. This disparity is also something scott acknowledges with the “I’ll always be more powerful than you” line, but it’s been a while since ive written a post like this so i unfortunately do not have the episode number memorized on that one anymore. But Scott goes on to explain that he’ll always have better armor and weapons, which is why Jimmy could never kill him. This is all to say that Jimmy and Scott do not stand on equal grounds in their alliance, and, more importantly, Scott does not depend on Jimmy. The progress Scott makes in Third Life is entirely his own, with Jimmy as more of an afterthought than a teammate.

This is what landed Scott his all time lowest placement. After Jimmy dies first, Scott loses sight of his priorities and dedicates his remaining time alive to avenging Jimmy, rather than focusing on his own longevity (like he’d go on to do in future seasons). And, in that way, Scott’s attitude towards Jimmy (disposable, going to die, unreliable) was an indirect contributor to Scott’s low placement.

In contrast: Scott could not have won Last Life without Pearl. Scott has to rely on Pearl from day 1, having only two lives to start with himself. Pearl gives Scott two lives total. Pearl and Scott are almost always together. They made it to the final four by each other’s side. And that forced day 1 reliance on pearl breaks down the role scott typically assumes (*he’s* supposed to be the person people rely on, he’s supposed to be the one bringing everything to the table) which curbs his tendency to see himself as above others, which then allows for the most genuine happiness i have ever seen him have in an alliance.

The comparison between the way Scott talks to Pearl and the way Scott talks to Jimmy is like night and day. Scott doesn’t compliment or otherwise say anything supportive towards Jimmy (save for the “I believe in you! MCC has trained you for this moment!” during Jimmy’s dare to flare attempt) until after Jimmy has already died. With Pearl, however, Scott is much more open about his care towards her, saying that she’s his best friend and that he loves her as early as episode 2. There’s more examples but between last life and third life, Scott’s attitude towards his primary ally is completely different, and i think it’s symptomatic of Scott allowing himself to love and be vulnerable rather than keeping himself at a distance. And i think that it’s so special that scott won the season where he was so close with his day one alliance, directly because of his day one alliance.

because, to me, one of scott’s defining characteristics is his self reliance. He will have allies, yes, but he often assumes a supportive role and acts as a supplier. He doesnt like taking things from other people. Last Life is different because Scott relies on Pearl, too. It’s also not a coincidence that last life is the only season where scott is normal about jimmy but that’s a different post

tldr yes scott won last life with the power of love but not in the way people say he did (ignoring the boogeyman curse was strategy ☝️)

I SHOULD NOTE, though, that the boogeyman curse was still a fail. Although purposeful, Scott receives the penalty and apologizes to his team. He says he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. I do think that his words here aren’t fully honest— he’d admitted earlier that this choice was fully for strategy. But I also think his apologetic attitude here is genuine. Scott is a perfectionist, he needs to succeed; failing, though purposeful, still hurts. He feels the need to apologize. It means so much to me that his win in last life directly follows the choice to fail on purpose. I’m insane though idk

third life scott embodies scotts flaws while last life scott is him overcoming them 👍 is what im trying to say 👍 last life scott is everything that third life scott could not bring himself to be, in allowing himself to love and depend on other people and overall just be a person.

[ender1821]

so. uh. Wild Life finale huh