#hol horse my honey

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Dio has over nINE THOUSAND partners. (you might even be one of them)

To name a few there's,

Vanilla Ice, Tippy, N'Doul, and Hol Horse

And they all love each other too!

In case you can't read my handwriting:

Hol Horse: Ah chime in with a "Haven't you folks e'er heard of... closing that dedgum door, no?" (arrow pointing to a poorly drawn guitar: pretend this is a guitar)

Tippy: He likes to "look out the window" .... poor bastard ain't got a clue (*arrow pointing to N'Doul staring at a wall* Knows exactly what's going on, he just likes to mess with people)

Arrow pointing to Dio in his underwear while carrying Jonathan's Head: Walked in on his boyfriends all making out instead of working

Dio: I hate you all (arrow pointing to him: covered in sunscreen)

[truedairship]

Tagged by the lovely @electricrogue <33

Favourite Movie: Secretariat is up there. It is very much a comfort movie.

Favourite TV-show: Sanctuary (surprise surprise!) I’ve been continuing my very slow rewatch these past days and seeing Helen Magnus on my screen again is just 😍😍😍

Favourite Musical Artist: Difficult to say. While there certainly are artists I listen to more than others, I more go by what kind of songs I like rather than who’s singing them. That being said, MARINA is probably who’s been played the most here over the years.

Favourite Colour: Black. Despite it not being an actual colour. But a lot of it comes from how well it works with everything else. I love bright splashes of colour on a black background. And how they accentuate each other.

Favourite Season: My camera roll would argue winter, because I take a loooooot of pictures of the snow and all the prettiness. But honestly I don’t think I have one. I’m always quite happy to see the next one roll in.

Favourite Book: How am I supposed to choose?! I recently read The Honey Month by Amal El-Mohtar and I absolutely adored every single second of it. I read about few honeys at a time and it was such a sweet (pun not intended) and interesting pick-me-up. Really recommend it if you’re into lyrical prose. Also by her, together with Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose The Time War is up there as well. I could write pages on how good it is. And The Travelling Cat Chronicles by Hiro Arikawa. It’s so perfect and lovely and bittersweet and cosy.

Do you have any Funko pops? No, not yet. I’m still tempted to get the Sam Carter one tho

Do you play any instruments? I played the clarinet for a few years when I was about ten. Haven’t done it since though so I kind of doubt I’d get much more than a screech out of it now XD

Do you have any pets? Well, I still have my horse. Had a buyer for her this summer then she injured herself, and while it wasn’t anything bad rehab took a while. I’ll probably put her up for sale come spring though. And my family has cats, a dog and a horse, but I only see them when I’m home for the hols so. I really miss having a cat but my roommate is allergic.

Do you read or write fanfiction? Both! I only got properly into writing this summer, after years of only tiny snippets that I never really bothered to finish. But it has proven to be quite a good way of unwinding. Life has taken up a lot more of my time these past months, so I can’t read as much as before. I used to spend a ridiculous amount of hours on ao3 most days and I very much miss it.

What songs have you had on repeat recently? Soap by Melanie Martinez. Something about the bubble sounds just scratches my brain in the right way XD Das Mädchen und der Tod by Oonagh is one I’ve listened to on repeat for years now. And lately GODS from League of Legends and NewJeans. I have also once again fallen back into my Nightcore phase, so a lot of that too. Especially the minimixes.

If you want to, I’m tagging @chartreuseian @samabigailalan and anyone else who’s up for it!

[stardustedsins]

Moving Out, Moving On

Hol Horse/reader (gender neutral reader)

You’re out on a walk with Hol, just trying to get away from it all for a bit. The afternoon air is nice, and it’s something to focus on outside of being wrapped up in your problems. And of course, spending time with Hol always helps.

“Listen, honey, I’ve been thinkin’…” He says as you walk. “I’ve been wanting to do something to help you, you know? And I think I’ve got something.” 

“And what’s that?”

“Well…” He hesitates a moment, like he’s not quite sure of his idea. “I was thinking maybe you’d like to move in with me. Get outta that place and have some space for yourself.” 

“Really?” Your heart flutters with hope. 

“Yeah, it’s not much but if you want-“

“I do!” You take his hands, flush with excitement. You’ve been over to his place before, and it’s pretty small, but you certainly don’t mind that when it’ll be him you’re sharing it with. 

“Then I’ll have to clean up a bit for you.” He says, and you throw your arms around him. “Whoa! I don’t know that it’s worth getting that excited.”

“It is to me.” It means a lot to you that he’s offering this, even when you know he likes to move from town to town periodically. Maybe you’ll even go with him, when he leaves this place. Now that you’re thinking about it, a fresh start sounds pretty good. You’ll try to pack light when you gather your things from your old home. 

“I don’t think my bike’ll be much help moving your stuff.” He says, and you shrug. 

“I don’t think I need too much anyway. We’ll make it work.” You’re feeling optimistic about it all.

“That’s the spirit. How long do you need to-“

“I can be ready tonight!” You’re jumping at the chance to get out of there, you don’t need much time at all.

“Okay, then! I’ll come pick you up later on, then?”

“Sounds good. See you soon!” 

The two of you part ways so he can tidy up before you move in, and so you can pack up what you want to bring with you. You don’t have any big moving boxes on such short notice, but you’re trying to downsize anyway, so you pack a few backpacks and duffel bags with the things you decide matter most to you. 

Hol knocks on your window instead of the front door, and you open it to talk to him.

“You ready, darlin’?” 

“Almost, just making sure I have all the important stuff. Documents and all that.” 

You give everything one last glance before you go, just to be sure. You pass a few bags out the window for Hol to carry, and then you heave a backpack up onto your back, pick up the rest, and walk out the front door. 

And just like that, you’re free. 

[cutetonium]

Early stages of decrepit (how spell) hol horse 👀

Did this during my final exams (practically failed the 2 important ones lol) and I just

Like holy hell I’ve never done body contortion before but damn this is good (ignore my chipping nail polish)

And and and and and my favorite part is I’m redesigning hol horse!!!!!!!!!! It’s more of a time skip kind of thing since I want to make him more macho cowboy man

Honey is going to decompose~ ★彡♡

Btw I don’t know how to do medical record stuff so many inaccuracies

Cooking or cooked I don’t know

It’s going to be digitized so these garbage pictures aren’t the final product <3

[jojolovenotes]

hey, i don't know if you're still doing it, but Reverse Gushing ✨, for Hol Horse, please?

Oh I don’t mind doing it still! These are really fun to do tbh!

—

Well I get a lot butterflies even just thinking about Dylan. Putting me on the spot like this is gonna make me feel all flustered thinking about you honey. You’re just such a sweetheart… You’re super adorable. Did you know I always keep a photo of you in my shirt pocket? I wanna keep you as close to my heart as possible. I just love you so much… I hope you always know just how much.

- Hol Horse

[danddymaro]

Young and in Love |Polnareff x Reader

Pairing:  Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader | Word count :  1464

The silver-haired male stared at the young woman, his blue eyes finding themselves wandering to her so often that it had become noticeable to everyone else in the group, herself included.

In fact, it was now expected.

She was well aware of his trained eyes, but she kept quiet. For one, she didn't know where to begin, or how to confront him on the matter. There was that, and the fact that admittedly, she did like it, and wasn't too keen on making him stop.

She soaked up every bit of his attention she could get, a present bloom of soft pink plastered over her face as she tried to play down the smile on her face. And she couldn’t help the expression from forming, not having the power to control it.

‘He’s doing it again,’ She said to herself, excited of course.

She liked having the Frenchman's eyes glued to her, watching her like she was a moving masterpiece, a wondrous work of art that had somehow gained the ability to walk and venture freely.

It wasn't lecherous, nor off-putting, and she’d never felt as beautiful as when he looked at her,

‘Oh, Polnareff,’ she thought while sighing softly. 'Do you like me?' she wondered, 'Do you think I'm special?' she went on.

'Am I pretty to you?'

She wondered just what made him stare so much, 'Is there something about my face that's different? Is that good? Or is it bad?'

Swallowing thickly she inched closer, a nonchalant whistle blown to the side as she came just A bit closer, testing her luck.

Earlier, Hol Horse, the cheeky gunslinger had called her Honey as well as given her a flirty wink before he retreated, promising he'd be back for her later on.

'That sure set him off,' She mused, recalling the encounter.

She swears she saw the Frenchman turn his reddest, words that were foreign to her, but no doubt obscenities, flying out of his mouth as he chased the blonde out of sight, his stand aimed to draw blood.

She was tickled pink to see him defend her in such a way, protective over her, fighting off another man for even being suggestive with her.

She almost hoped he came back just to get the same rise out of the charming man.

"Ah, Polnareff?" she said softly, turning to him slowly, her (e/c) eyes meeting his just as she turned,  a result of having him already gazing at her.

He instantly bloomed with soft pink, the color staining his pale skin cutely, almost innocently.

“Oh! Yeah?” He said caught off guard, slightly leering down towards her, eyes glued to the soft lips which moved right before him,

‘I was thinking we could share a room this time…’ She thought to herself, wanting to tell him, but having all the words knot up in her throat.

Hoarsely, and below her breath she muttered the request, grimacing as she let it out in the open, knowing just how it sounded.

“Huh? What was that?” he asked confused, looking completely at a loss, not having heard anything but incoherent huffs and short mutters.

“O-oh!...it was nothing important,” (f/n) said hurriedly, refusing to repeat herself, picking up her pace instead,

‘Maybe it’s better you weren’t listening!’ she reasoned with herself, shaking her head with defiance. ' I mean what was I thinking! ' she thought with a blazed face, ' I can't just go and ask something like that! ' she internally screamed.

‘But I mean, it’s not like I was planning to do anything either!’ she went on to convince herself. ‘ I was just thinking about budgeting...budgeting … cash…To save money!’

Seeing her face filled with worry, he heaved largely, shaking his head just as quickly as she was hers, catching up to her urgently, “Non, Non, Non, Ma chérie! Mon amour !” He said anxiously, “ I didn’t mean to ignore you...Honest, it wasn't deliberate,” he assured her.

He began to walk in front of her, taking backward steps while they continued to move, keeping up with the rest for the crew.

"You must believe me, " he added with sincerity.

‘Ah again with those names…’ She thought to herself, feeling her heart race, 'It doesn't help one bit!'

She wasn't fluent in the language, but she knew damn well what the little endearments meant,

' He's just flirty…he'd call any girl that,' she thought while trying not to stare at the beautiful man in front of her. She tried to take away from the lovely feeling she felt when he called her that by reasoning that it was just something he said to just about every woman he came in contact with.

'Oh come on! Then why else would he always gawk at you? 'Her inner voice rebelled. ' Why else would he call you that!'

'And he worries so much,' she added, 'He goes completely ballistic every time  you're in danger,'

Much more, 'He hasn't even talked to another woman, much less stared at them for longer than a fraction of a second.'

All in all, he was completely devoted to her, something the (h/c) haired young woman had trouble processing. 

But deep in her heart, she knew.

For just a moment, they stopped, and sweetly, he moved the (h/c) strands that obscured her face aside, " Please tell me, you seem troubled." He said with a low, murmur.

'Oh, what the hell, ' She thought while looking up at him (e/c) eyes putting him in a trance.

"I was wondering if, maybe...Polnareff would you share a room with me?" She asked, watching the question slowly fall onto him.

His eyes opened wide, and again his face glowed, a darker rouge covering his entire face, reaching his ears,

"(f/n)" He said swallowing thickly.

'Could this be just a dream?' He wondered.

"I mean, it's just... instead of having a room of my own, we could lower the cost by sharing one " She explained, though sounding bashful, that clearly not being the only reason to her offer.

"Maybe...we can also share a bed..." she added meekly.

Absentmindedly he pressed his index fingers together, " O-of course," he replied back, "It makes perfect sense to me," he told her.

“We could sleep together, that way...that way we can cover each other's backs,” he added chuckling nervously.

  Agreeing, she smiled cutely.

‘Maybe i’ll have a nightmare,’ She thought to herself, ‘ And then I can crawl into those big, strong arms,’ She gushed, thinking of the scenario.

“What if it’s too cold?’ he wondered, ‘We might not have enough blankets, and I suppose we could cuddle... just to stay comfortable,’ He reasoned, wanting nightfall to come already. 

She then seemed startled, staring wide-eyed at him, " We have to catch up!" she reminded him, pulling him by the wrist, hastily falling back in line with the rest of the travelers.

...........................................................................................

“Good Grief,” Jotaro muttered to himself, quickening his pace, not wanting to lag behind with the two, dreading being stuck between their insufferable flirting.

He’d rather have the old man ramble his ear off than go on another minute with the lovie-dovie saccharine behavior of the couple who weren't really a couple.

Who were ' just friends '

‘And what’s more annoying…’ He thought to himself, eyes discreetly trailing back to them to see the two touching hands, fingers twitching to take hold of each other.

They clearly wanted to touch…

They clearly wanted to do such more…

“Tch,” He clicked his teeth, the sound making his grandfather chuckle, “ Cute isn’t it? “ Joseph asked grinning, indiscreetly pointing his thumb back to the two trailing behind.

They wouldn't take notice any time soon because it wasn't like anything else really mattered to them at the moment, so why be coy?

“To be young and in love,” The Joestar added with a musing tone, thinking back to the moments in his own youth.

“It’s fucking annoying,” Kujo said lowly, something Kakyoin overheard and decided to butt into, his pace matching the other two men.

Giggling he put a hand on the tall brooding male’s shoulder, “Don’t tell me you’re jealous there Jotaro,”

A very small shiver went through Jotaro’s body, a tremor Noriyaki could feel, and gloated about just as it was released,

"Ohoho?" Kakyoin sounded playfully. “You are!” he added with mock surprise.

“ Jealous about what?” Jotaro grumbled, his hand pulling down his hat to obscure his face more.

"She's cute," Kakyoin pointed out, "Didn't you say tha-"

"Shut the hell up," Kujo said stiffly, his face burning with embarrassment, his long legs moving faster, escaping the two men aside him.

He mentioned it one time...Just once.

“We’re here,” he added with a huff, pointing his finger up to their Hotel. Laughing, the two males followed in suit.

[schnoogles]

superlatives

@jonsadungeonsanddrabbles new year event! day 3: traditions Read on Ao3

“This is so stupid,” Arya groaned. “Mum and Dad aren’t even here this year, so why are we doing it?”

“It’s a Stark tradition, Arya!”

“Yeah, okay, Greyjoy, I don’t think you get a vote.”

“Of course, I do! Been voting since I was 13!”

“Oh my gods, you’re so stupid.”

“Wait if being a Stark is a requirement, then I want out.”

“Shut up, Jon. You’re participating.”

“I dunno, I think they’re fun!”

“Of course you think they’re fun, Sansa, you always get the best ones!”

“We’re literally the ones who vote, if you don’t want me to get the best ones, then maybe don’t vote for me?”

“Shut it!”

The entire living room quieted and looked at Robb. As eldest Stark child, he was now in charge of their little game.

“We do this every year, just because Mum and Dad are on vacation this year, doesn’t mean we have to skip it! Besides, I thought it’d spice it up this year. I printed out actual certificates to take photos with and send to Mum and Dad!.”

“Boo!”

“Okay no, Mum does not need more photos for blackmail.”

“Too late! Just got a text asking if we did it yet. She wants them.”

Robb groaned before waving them all to quiet down again. Why was a room full of 20-somethings acting like teenagers? Simple. The Stark Superlatives. It was a silly tradition that started from one of Catelyn’s many lectures when they were all younger.

One year, on the last day of school before the hols, Sansa came home with a certificate that said ‘Most Likely to be a Helping Hand’ and was very proud of it. Of course, her siblings and Robb's friends did what they always do: they teased her for weeks about her silly school semester awards. And normally Catelyn would have just reprimanded them a little, but she didn’t want Sansa feeling embarrassed for being helpful. So she reminded the older boys what they all got the year before. Robb with his ‘Most Dramatic’ and Theon with his ‘Class Clown’ and Jon, who was still confused about it to this day, with his ‘Best Smile’ (Sansa thought it was deserving though). And of course, with the older kids having superlatives, Arya and Bran wanted in. So Robb awarded Bran ‘Best Climber’ and Theon named Arya ‘Most Annoying’ and Jon gave ‘Cutest All Around’ to Rickon.

The next year when Arya came grumbling home with her ‘Best Hair’ instead of ‘Most Athletic,’ she decided to continue the game of the Stark siblings handing out their own superlatives. And so a tradition was born. At the end of every year, the family would hold an event they dubbed the Stark Superlatives. The categories always changed a bit every year, but Ned and Cat always got 'Best Dad' and 'Best Mum' respectively.

They’ve collected a few members over the years. Talisa, Robb’s wife, was the perpetual holder of ‘Most likely to have a Bandaid’ and ‘Most Responsible.’ Gendry, Arya’s boyfriend, once got ‘Most Gullible.’ He accepted it with grace. Grace that none of the Starks had when Cat overruled everyone a few years ago and said Shireen, Rickon’s special friend, won ‘Favourite Child.’

“There we have it!” Robb said triumphantly, “Mum is expecting it now, so we can’t disappoint. Theon, please do the honors and pass out the ballots!”

Uncharacteristically, Theon started carefully passing out each sheet. When he paused and looked at two of them, Bran spoke up.

“Mate, they’re all the same, don't think too hard.”

Theon just looked at Bran and smirked. Which caused everyone to groan. Theon Greyjoy looking smug was never a good sign.

“Theon, please tell me all you did was print out the pages like I asked?”

“No can do, Robberoo! I thought I’d spice it up this year too.” And before anyone could ask him what that meant, Arya started cackling when she looked over her ballot.

“Oh, you’re good, Greyjoy,” she admitted with an impressed look.

Theon grinned. “I try.”

Everyone started snickering as they filled out their ballots. Except for three people.

--

“And the award for ‘Most Likely to Bail You Out of Jail’ goes to… Drum roll please!” Theon said in his announcer voice, “Talisa!”

“Yay!” the group chorused. Despite the earlier protests, everyone was having fun. Who doesn’t love getting awards?

“I dunno about these new categories,” Talisa laughed, “I miss being voted Most Responsible.”

“Alright, alright, smile for the camera so we can move on Madam Responsible!” Robb said to his wife. He might be feeling just a tad bitter over his “Biggest Himbo” and “Most Likely to Cry During Lion King” awards.

“Okay, moving on! First, we got bailing out of jail, now we have Most Likely to Be Sent to Jail. And that goes to Arya!” Theon pointed dramatically to her.

“Nice.” Arya smiled proudly and bowed before accepting her award.

“Now, don’t sit down just yet! This next one was a close one! By just one vote, Arya Stark, you are the title holder of ‘Most! Feral! Stark!’”

Rickon slammed his soda pop on the coffee table. “I’ve been robbed!”

“Babe, mmm, no. Sit down,” Shireen was tugging on his arm, but he wouldn’t have it.

“I won’t take this slander!”

Arya scoffed at her little brother. “Yeah, you can just take your little ‘Most Likely to Confuse a Horse and Unicorn’ ass outta here.”

“Why do I feel like this year’s awards are oddly specific and incredibly targeted?” Jon asked, looking at his certificate for ‘Most Likely to Wear Black and Brood on the Swings in the Backyard.’

“I dunno what you’re talking about, Jon,” Sansa dryly said as she bumped his shoulder. She held up her ‘Most Likely to Commit Murder for Lemon Cakes’ certificate and chuckled. Jon chuckled with her and held her gaze.

“Disgusting,” Theon whispered under his breath. And then in his normal voice, “Alright, settle down, children, there’s one last award to give out!”

Sansa, Jon, and Robb looked confused.

“What are you talking about, Theon?” Robb asked. “That was it.”

“Oh, whoops, must’ve been a misprint on your ballots, sorry!” Theon looked anything but. “Now this one comes in two parts, drum roll please!” Everyone but the confused three enthusiastically made drum roll noises. In one long breath, Theon announced, “By unanimous votes, ‘Most Likely to Date Jon Snow’ goes to Sansa and ‘Most Likely to Date Sansa Stark’ goes to Jon!”

“Theon!” Sansa hissed.

“Seriously?” Jon glowered.

“Wait what?” Robb blinked back in shock.

“Yay!” shouted everyone else.

Theon, with the biggest shit eating grin, turned to Jon and Sansa. “You both confessed to me separately that you’ve liked each other for years, but were waiting for the other to make a move. You didn’t seriously think I wouldn’t do anything about it, did you?”

Sansa turned to Jon. “You told Theon you like me?”

Jon raised a brow. “You told Theon?”

“Neither of you told me?!” Robb exclaimed.

“Let it go, honey.” Talisa patted her husband before giving the certificates that Theon actually printed to Jon and Sansa. “Smile for the camera.”

--

Catelyn was laughing softly as she scrolled through the photos that Talisa had sent her. Personally, she thought the new categories were hilarious. Ned, not so much.

“I feel like we should be concerned Bran was voted ‘Most Likely to Hack the FBI.’”

Instead of replying to him, Cat gasped and showed her husband the last picture. He snorted when he saw it.

“About time.”

The picture showed Sansa, eyes closed and laughing, with Jon’s arms around her and his mouth pressed to her temple. Both were holding up their Stark Superlative certificates.

[shakespeareismydad]

My thought process as I watch season 7 of GoT

-S07E03

-Can Cersei please shut up god, I’m so tired of listening to her talk

-Qyburn can suck a dick

-i have never hated a character more in my life

-this is painful to watch

-oh no not the ince*t, god anything but that, I’m so over it 

-STOP KISSING

-no one cares if you're the queen stop fucking your brother 

-i would love to see cersei burned by a dragon 

-brooding buddies ahaha

-this scene is so pretty, the way his cloak blows in the wind is *chefs kiss* 

-tyrion and jon interacting makes me happy 

-“are you trying to present you're own statements as wise wisdom” PleaSe 

-don’t make me think about robb and rickon PleaSe

-fucking lord baelish ugh

-sansa and her quick fire wit

-there are some chars i cant stand listening to 

-ooh is it arya, please i hope it is, 

-its bran instead oop, didn’t expect that,, hug it OUT 

-bran is so pretty wow

-this is so sweet, the way the snow enhances her hair is *chefs kiss*

-oh no is Sam gonna be in trouble for helping jorah 

-this is nice

-i hope sam doesnt get kicked out of the cidatal 

-GO SAM 

-ive heard so much about Casterly Rock and this is the first time I’m seeing it and tbh the hype wasn’t worth it 

-SECRET TUNNEL!!

-pointy stick go stabby stabby 

-FUCKING EURON AGAIN I SWEAR

-canny hack it, am not enjoying this

-for fuck sake the lannisters are at highgarden and for why

-I still don’t know if i like Jamie Lannister or not

-they aren’t gonna kill ornella, i hope not

-they really think they're gonna win how embarrassing 

-she really just drank the wine

-the fact that jamie is jofferys dad still grosses me out

-S07E04

-pretty op scene 

-Tom Hopper in game of thrones whaattttt

-Oh my god, every time i see cersei i wanna take my eyeballs out

-i don’t trust baelish with bran

-i don’t trust baelish period. 

-imagine giving a kid a dagger that almost killed him i-

-i don’t want meera to leave

--alot of people died for bran ouch 

-wait bran died, hol up, does that hes ACTUALLY the three eyed raven this time 

-ARYA JUST GOT HOME

-they better let arya in 

-Arya gone ahah

-sansa and arya moment, reunited at last

-this moment is kinda sad tbh

-this is so wholesome 

-its sad again, i wish robb and rickon were here too

-”its wasted on a cripple” i bby noo

-brans wheelchair is so nifty

-i love podrick payne

-okay but theyre outfits are kinda bomb

-thats a lot of fucking dragonglass

-secret cave what will it hold

-the children and the first men are smart 

-yess queen fight with them, wait bend the knee i- nevermind

-ion like this, does she really think he’ll bend the knee and the north folk will be happy

-what now

-oh no shes angry and doubting tyrion that cant be good 

-jon is so pretty 

-Daenerys’ shoulder broche thing is so cool, i want one

-brianne and pod training together is so nice

-im so proud of arya, what a bad bitch 

-seeing arya ad brianne train has me shook 

-”I’m a Bastard” me too jon me too

-ITS THEON I MISSED HIM

-uh-oh jon doesn't look happy to see theon

-are they gonna hug

-NO THEY ARENT FINNA HUG, pleas no fighting

-im glad he isnt killing theon

-the queen is gone?! Miss thing where did she go

-i can't get over the fact that tom hopper is in game of Thrones

-Fuck the queen especially Cersei

-its gone all quiet that means something bad is gonna happen oh no

-this shit gives me anxiety

-thats a lot of dothraki

-"we can hold them off" my guy no you cant

-she brought her dragon good luck holding them off now pahahah

-is this where jamie dies, I wouldn't be mad :|

-miss thing its over for them

-everything is going up in flames i- why are they still fight back at this point

-if ser bronn dies I'm gonna be mad

-sliced off the horse leg and for what

-deadass though if bronn dies I'm done

-i have so much anxiety oh no

-thats a big fucking arrow

-tyrion looks so sad oh no

-jamie is gonna die if he does boost soon

-I dont want the Dragons to get hurt ahhh

-i love bronn but king this ain't it

-HE HIT THE DRAGON THAT DANI IS ON I- THIS ISNT GOOD

-he blew the arrow thing up instead

-jamie leave youre going to die

-mayhe I don't want him to die just yet but he should listen to tyrion and fuck off

-ser bronn to the rescue?!?!

-im so stressed out ahaha

S07E05

-canny hack it they almost drowned

-jamie 'the twat' lennister

-tyrion walking through the aftermath makes me uncomfy, feels bad man

-dragon said rawr

-what the fuck kinda option is bend the knee or die

-tyrion murdered his dad and he'll do it again

-Just bend the knee it literally cant be that hard

-is she gonna feed them to the dragons

-oh my God she is, wait shes gonna roast them, that's definitely far worse than bending the knee

-ashes to ashes ig

-Cersei should be worried, Dani has three dragons why do they think they can win

-cersei gives me a headache

-jon is so pretty and for what

-mister dragon needs to chill

-is he gonna eat jon

-oh hes letting jon pet him alrightie

-it's kinda creepy seeing it up close ngl

-"gorgeous beast" PleaSe

-figure of speech yeah sure right mhmm

-didnt you want jorah dead like three seconds ago

-i fucking hate those ravens

-thats a big mountain

-thats a lot of dead folks oofdt

-oh sam

-hes a smart wee lad

-i hope they listen to sam, hes making very good point

-some of these measter are dickhead

-im so tired of bending this fucking knee

-what the fuck is a wet nurse

-how are you gonna bring a wight to the capital

-this is whisky business

-trusting a stranger is never a good idea but okay I guess

-the minute jon leave everyone starts shitting on him, what arseholes

-sansa is so pretty

-im so confused what is happening

- Ion like this

-oh no is jamie gonna kill tyrion

-not tyrion making jokes as if he isnt gonna die

-wheres gendry i miss him

-look at my mans I love him

-he looks so good,, look at him king shit

-pop off gendry with your big hammer thing,, I was not expecting that

-not miss thing tryna get bronn killed for betrayal i- 🤚🏾hold up

-IS SHE PREGNANT AGAIN OG MY FUCKING GOd,, shes really ginns have another ince*t baby i 💀,, cut the fkn camera

-gendry you had one job

-"youre alot leaner,, you're alot shorter" I king PleaSe pahahaha

-tyrion is so pretty

-jon you need to return cause like, I dont want you to die

-wait is sam leaving,, bye big library

-what is lord baelish up too now,, I'm sus

-only copy of what,, what is he doing

-is arya finna break into his room

-i dont like this,, he probably has whatever arya is looking for on him

-he hid it in the mattress that smart ngl

-what is lord baelish plotting,, it's making me unsettled

-"you need to convince the one with the dragons or the one with that fucks her brother" paahahah I cant pLease that's so fuunny

-tormund and jorah fight let's go

-"were all breathing" I mean ya I guess pahaha

-gendry is so pretty

S07E06

-they look so tiny against the snow

-"down south the air smells like pig shit" "you've never been down south" "I've been to winterfell" "that's the north" "pfftt" I love that whole interaction

-does tormund wanna fuck gendry i- pahahah

-hes allowed to be mad at you for selling him

-jorah and jon are having a moment bless them

-arya reminiscing about her dad is so cute and it makes me sad

-oh no they're arguing

-"beloved Joffrey" ouch

-we were getting along so well,, and lord baelish had fucked it up

-"gingers are beautiful" yes they are my guy yes they fucking are

-dws tomund what dick is 🤚🏾🤠

-uh babies tormund chill out

-the way Jon's jacket coat thing puffs out is so funny

-i really hope Jon's not in love with Dani

-cersei wants to murder alot of people

-wait why cant dani have children

-they looks like ants in the snow

-is that a polar bear,, NOT A POLAR BEAR I REPAET NOT A POLAR BEAR

-THEYVE GOT FLAMING SWORDS

-mans is gonna get eaten alive

-hes gonna die out here and he doesn't even care,, or maybe he wont die i ??????

-where did they get a flaming sword from

-lord baelish needs to stfu

-what is baelish planning

-its gone all quiet again

-jon said slice and dice

-that a loud fucking screech,, oh no I hear rumbling that cant be good

-go gendry go!!

-theyre running across a lake what if the ice breaks,,

-gendry is a fast little fuck huh

-im so stressed I dont want anyone else to die,, especially gendry

-theyre gonna freeze to death

-oh no thros froze, feels bad man

-where did he get a flaming sword,, it pretty poggers

-ive got anxiety

-not sansa going back to king's landing

-miss thing, honey, sansa it's never safe

-yall Danis coat is so pretty

-how to train your dragons type beat

-well done hound you've provoked the dead

-wheres dani and her dragons when you need her

-if tormund dies,, oh nooooo

-someone should help him

-this is so sad

-sis came through what a queen

-the king Walker is gonna throw the ice spear and kill the dragon oh naw

-the stress is coming back

-he just killed on of her dragons,, I'm so shook

-jons gonna drown

-okai hes still alive but how long still he freezes to death

-miss thing you're literally gonna freeze to death dont try to fight

-seeing uncle benjen die, saving him,, that hurted

-the CRUNCH of Jon's coat oft

-shes not gonna kill sansa right?!?

-arya gave her the dagger but now what?!?

S07E07 (this should be good)

-bronn I'm offend men with dicks are just as good with men without them

-the dothraki really just fight for fun huh

-THEON!!!!

-not the brothels 🤚🏾🥴

-the wight doesn't enjoy that box

-cersei you wont be killing anyone,, miss thing needs to SIT DOWN AND STFU

-god I don't wanna deal with any lennister,, apart from tyrion

-i love podrick

-maybe I dont like ser bronn

-im sus,, something bad might happen,, its gone all quiet

-here comes miss thing and euron

-im gonna be sick with anxiety

-does everyone just have a permanent from on their faces or what

-i hate when she speaks

-dragons as a means of travel is so handy

-ats a big fucking dragon pahaha

-constant state of stress

-euron shut the fuck up

-euron is gonna get punched in the face if he doesn't shut up

-sit down euron or fuck off

-cersei shut up for two seconds

-does whe really think the army of the dead is a bad joke,, MISS THING COME ONNN

-does miss thing believe them now after almost being attacked by a wight

-100,000 AT LEAST oh no

-euron is scared lol hes definitely gonna die

-"until the dead is defeated they are our true enemy" Miss thing we've been trying to tell you

-oop mans already been pledged and miss Cersei is pissed

-honestly fuck the Lannisters

-everyone is pissed at jon for not lying lol

-tyrion don't talk to cersei,, that's a bad idea just waiting to happen

-oh lord am stressed

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

TipVans wedding doodles!!!

Some of the many events that have occurred that day...

[maruzzewrites]

Hmmm how about 42 with my greasy boy hol horse?

42. “I’ll kiss away the pain, doll.” 

Content warnings: yandere content, obsessive behavior, murder/assassination, manipulation, uuh tell me if you need anything else.

Egypt has a harsh climate, especially for someone not used to constant sun and persistent heat surrounding them. Luckily for him, Hol Horse was at home with the sand and the desert, even if the environment was rather different from the one he had back home. Still, his skin was kissed by the sun, bronzed and rough under the warm rays of the day, his hat shielding the top of his head from their intensity.

He had been dismissed from the hospital after a long recovery in those sterile rooms, spending part of the money his previous employer handed him to eliminate a group of men he never really got close to assassinate. So much for his career as a mercenary, but his boss wasn’t around to tell the tale and ruin his chances to find another job anymore. How auspicious, Lady Luck didn’t abandon him months ago, after all.

Not only was Hol Horse in good health again, after too much time, but he had the fortune of meeting someone special while recuperating. He still remembered their first encounter, in one of the waiting rooms where he sat down after a visit and they were rummaging around their bag in order to find something, he wasn’t sure what. Always polite, ever charming, Hol Horse offered them the pleasure of a conversation with his honeyed words. They simply laughed at his propositions and answered with questions about his wellbeing, pointing to the very visible bandages adorning his face.

A sweet thing, truly so. Hol Horse wasn’t one to get too attached to one person, but he could appreciate the kindness of a stranger worried about their fellow. The rest of their chat was light, latched with domesticity that didn’t fit the room of a hospital. He walked out of that encounter with less weight on his shoulders and a slight pep in his steps. The following days, he met them again and again, always at the same place and around the same hour. He started to anticipate the time of the day where this good, kind, gentle soul would spend a few minutes before their next appointment.

Eventually, in the monotony of warm days, it became his routine for the months he was forced to wait his recovery in that hospital. They became a sort of light, comfortable, tender, domestic; he had a lot of girlfriends scattered around the world, he never really thought about settling down once and for all, but he never quite met someone who could gift him serenity in the same way a simply goofy smile of a new face met in a dire situation could provide. In some way, against his better judgment, he could picture a quiet life somewhere safe while they were left unaware of his means to get money and food on the table.

When he approached the day of his dismissal from the hospital, Hol Horse started to grow both joyful and nervous. With his newfound freedom, he would lose the possibility to meet them at their usual place to chat away the boredom and the negativity plaguing both of their minds – they couldn’t be around there for pleasure, that was for sure. He even dared to voice his thoughts one day, after they noticed he was starting to heal more and more. A fleeting comment, about how it would be sad if the two of them would have to be separated only because now he was allowed to leave that place. Truly a shame, the notion of losing something so precious for something so positive.

And they agreed, much to Hol Horse’s happiness. He clicked his tongue, grinned with charm dripping from his words, and asked candidly to have any type of contact info to continue to talk. Then, they added something that gave him pause; they would be busy, but they could find some time to meet him outside that hospital to talk and deepen their friendship. Busy, they said? That was exactly right, they would be busy with their child, the child they were waiting for along with their significant other.

Hol Horse was surprised at first, and it probably showed on his face when their head tilted in confusion because of his reaction. With quick thinking, he managed to congratulate them and carry on a pleasant conversation in order to avoid suspicion. He continued to meet them after that day, until he was again out and finally completely healed.

He thought long and hard about the situation, but he couldn’t simply let go. He never strived to become first in anything, second place was always good enough for him, but this wasn’t a situation where he’d risk his life against some opponent. At worst, the other person would lose everything, even if it would be by his hand, and it was good enough for him. Because winning was still something he liked, despite not wanting to reach it with legitimate methods, not necessarily.

But he wasn’t the type to hurt a woman, even less a pregnant one. He saw his sweetheart’s partner, and he could never bring himself to harm her directly if he could avoid it. Luckily, he could avoid the pain of hurting someone so weak and defenseless, by simply contacting someone he worked with before many years ago. Someone efficient, quick, they wouldn’t make her suffer needlessly and she would be out his way in no time whatsoever. A clean job, hopefully, he’d hate to think his contact caused them too much distress with a crime scene a bit too bloody.

He stretched lightly, after a good hour waiting alone at the usual place where the two of them set to meet for a few weeks. Outside the environment of a hospital, they were even more radiant, not oppressed by the smell of bleach or medicine, along with the sight of injuries, deaths or mourning relatives or friends. It was a miserable view, when they had to endure the background noise of sobs with the knowledge that something horrible must have happened not so far away from them, maybe just behind their backs. Hol Horse felt almost guilty at that concept, when he understood he would put them through that same feeling, but he pushed the thought aside and stood up to walk away, cheerful.

You didn’t come to the meeting, and he knew what that meant. He took the panoramic view while walking to your house, so anonymous and quiet, the door wide open to show the figure of crouching person who was shaking with the rhythm of their shallow breaths. Hol Horse put away his smirk to paint a mask of worry over his features, calling out their name and pushing down the delight in his chest as his sweetheart turned around to meet his eyes.

A crying person was never a pretty sight when they really let out their emotions, but Hol Horse felt adoration rise deep inside of him; his darling, special someone was so vulnerable and tender, composing the picture of a perfect flower ready to be picked and pressed in between the pages of a book. With hesitance in his steps, Hol Horse came closer and closer, taking in the image in front of him; a body, abandoned on the floor, without blood or any mess around. He had to repress a smile coming, and he looked down at the poor, traumatized sweetheart on the floor.

He didn’t give words, at first, just knelt slowly at their side and opened his arms. They appeared confused, unsure, but then approached the warm body that was offering security and comfort from a cruel situation. Hol Horse pet their hair, with slow and measured strokes, coaxing wails out of them with sweet coos and whispered tones. He let the smirk break through this time, eyeing the corpse right under his nose.

“You don’t have to cry anymore,” his voice didn’t betray his glee, still carefully masked with the pretend worry of a friend who console the aching soul of someone in need. In front of their late beloved, gone for good and forever burned in their memory. Newly free as the air, ready to be charmed into a new life. After all they needed the tranquility and the stability, after something so distressing. His words were coated in honey, but they were said for himself and too low under the cries of his sweetheart, “I’ll kiss away the pain, doll. You won’t cry anymore.”

[sohin-ace]

Abdul - Real

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Warning: This contains major spoilers for Part 3: Judgement chapters/episodes.

After landing on a seemingly deserted Island with everyone else and meeting with a very mysterious old man, Polnareff went out suddenly and disappeared by the end of the day.

You walked towards the beach where you all disembarked as the sun was setting, looking desperately for your lost French friend.

"Poooolll'! Polnareff?? J-P!!!" You called out, only to be greeted by silence and by the white sound of the waves gently hitting the shore. "Where the hell is he...?"

You kept walking and walking along the seemingly endless coast, searching worriedly until the sky slowly blackened.

You started to become scared that something might have happened to him, knowing how he was easily targetted by enemies and also pretty reckless. But before you could even keep these thoughts in mind, a deep raspy voice called out, startling you out of your mind.

"Ah Y/N, here you are! Finally." Joseph approached you as you were sitting tiredly on some rock. "Come back, you must be hungry."

He placed a reassuring hand on your back to usher you to your feet, but you looked up at him worriedly. "But... Polnareff-"

"Don't worry about him, he's a big boy." He dismissed with a big grin. "Now come, there's someone I need to show you."

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, but still got up and followed him. Someone? Was he talking about Mr. Abdul? But he made it clear he didn't want to have anything to do with any of you. So why?

With a lot of confusion from your end, Joseph lead you straight to where the old man lived. All of this really put you off, and you knew that Polnareff, wherever he was, felt the same as you.

You really wanted to find him and talk it out. You were friends after all, and you both were the most affected by the dreadful incident with Hol Horse and J.Geil.

Everything was so disorienting. Polnareff blamed himself for Abdul's death, and everyone knew how close you had gotten to the Egyptian, what you two felt for each other and how his death devastated you.

"You know Mr. Joestar... When we saw Muhammad's father earlier..." You started hesitantly as you looked down and the old man cut you off.

"Stop thinking Y/N, you're only hurting yourself. Here, wait for me and don't move, I'll be right back."

He left you at the clearance where you met with the old man living on the island. You looked around the silent space and the seemingly empty cabin.

Strange. Why did he leave you all alone? You at least expected to see Kakyoin and Jotaro, but no one was there.

Trusting Joseph, you did as you were told and waited. You waited the longest five minutes in your life and still no one showed up. What was he doing?

Tired of waiting, you decided to walk around and picked up some flowers from nearby bushes. You smiled to yourself as you observed their exotic designs and colors. They were beautiful and so much more different than what you used to see in your home country.

Completely enamored by the flowers, you didn't even notice the bulky presence that stealthily sneaked behind you.

"...You're still sensitive to the beauties of nature, I see."

You jumped and flinched at the sudden sound of a strong and deep voice so close to your ear. That voice... No way.

In sheer disbelief, you slowly turned around, eyes wide as saucers, you basically expected to see a ghost behind you.

You pivoted entirely, only for your eyes to meet with a strong chest. Red. Such a pleasing and passionate color, but you weren't sure if this was real or if your mind was playing sick tricks on you.

Your eyes travelled up to meet unique gold jewels, then up again to see beautiful deep chocolate skin. The higher you looked, the harder your heart was pounding in your chest.

Your now watery eyes stopped on the most mesmerizing shade of honey orbs you've ever seen.

You bit your lip and your breath hitched as the handsome man smiled down at you and your heart skipped so many beats you thought you were about to have a sheer heart attack.

"Muhammad..." You breathed before letting out a choked sob and his eyes softened on you.

"Yes I am."

You gasped, bringing your shaky hand to cover your equally shaky lips at the sweet sound of his voice. Maybe one of the flowers you picked released some sort of hallucinogenic spores that made you see and hear things.

"I must be crazy," you laughed through small distressed sobs as your voice cracked. "To see you here so clearly..."

"You don't think I'm real?" He spoke almost sultrily while eyeing your small form under the moonlight. You were even more beautiful than the last time he saw you.

He huffed quietly at your silence and noticed how hard you tried to not burst into tears. He leaned down to your level and held you chin delicately in his huge hand as he lifted your face up.

He closed the already short distance between you and met your lips in a chaste but longing kiss as he ran his other hand up and down your arm tenderly, his warm touch giving you goosebumps.

You couldn't control the whimper that left your mouth as you threw the flowers away and clutched onto him like a lifeline, wrapping your now free arm around his neck and sealing your lips more firmly against his still shy, undaring ones.

Oh how you longed for those delicious full lips of his. How amazing his strong arms felt, snaked protectively around your waist and back in a cottony soft hold, the same way you would hold a fragile crystal sculpture.

His radiating warmth was so comforting in the early night breeze, it made you feel safe and loved. It felt as if the threat of enemy Stand users and Dio's curse didn't exist anymore.

You squeezed him tighter against you and caressed his face and neck desperately as you drowned yourself in his delicious scent. He smelled of Arabian musk and some kind of sweet spice, you could never quite put your finger on it, but it sure sent you reeling and made you reach heaven.

As you reluctantly separated to catch the glimpse of a breath, something in him seemed to snap and he caught your lips right back in a much hungrier kiss, his usual modest behavior completely thrown to the side.

He grunted and gripped onto you as if the realization of much it must have hurt you to think that he was gone forever hit him and that he wanted to apologize,( make it up to you) and show you that he was here and not planning on going anywhere.

Oh if he knew how good your curves felt against him, he would have never left you in the first place. His gentlemanly demeanor now long forgotten, he ran his calloused hands up and down your body and he relished in the softness you offered him. You were his. Entirely. God, he could never voice how much he missed you.

When you let out a muffled moan and tapped gently on his shoulder, letting him know it was finally time to let you go and take a well deserved breath.

He reluctantly separated from you and looked at your flushed face, your eyes still closed from the overwhelming intensity of the kiss.

"Did that feel real enough?" He smirked and panted slightly while pushing some hairs out of your face.

"Haah I-... I aah... I thought... Haa..." You tried to voice out, breatheless and with heavy tears streaming down your cheeks.

He shushed you and wiped your wet cheeks with his thumb. "I know. I'm sorry you had to live this..."

"Oh my God...Please don't let this be a dream..." You prayed as you nuzzled your face against his neck and he chuckled lightly. "H-how...?! Pol' said you got shot and-"

"I'll explain." He laid a hand over your head and caressed your hair gently. "But for now, please let me just... Look at you."

You leaned back to face him again and he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, taking in your sweet scent before he leaned away only inches to take a good look at you.

He scanned your glossy eyes, your flushed cheeks and nose and your now puffy and darkened lips. A true piece of artwork in his eyes.

"God..." He sighed, "Ya hobi... Ya omri..." He spoke quietly and his deep breathy voice whispering sweet nothings in arabic sent tingles vibrating through your spine and made your legs feel like jello.

You blushed a warm shade of red as you craved to hear more from this beautiful man and his beautiful language.

"Mohammad... When you were gone..." You glided your hands to his face and held him carefully, making sure the warmth of his skin was no illusion. "I was so lost... When Kakyoin told me y-you were... I-"

You squeezed your eyes shut to prevent more tears from falling, which deliberately failed and you sobbed again, reliving the mourning you had to experience as bright as day. He rubbed your waist reassuringly and laid his other hand to the back of your head, gently burying your face in his chest, regret tearing at his heart.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I hurt you. I wanted you to know the truth, but we had to keep it down so Dio wouldn't target me... Or you."

You relaxed in his arms and hoped he wouldn't even loosen his hold on you. It felt so good to be with him again. He was alive. And well. You were so grateful, you wanted nothing but to protect him and stay by his side.

"Mr. Joestar told me everything. You kept your head up and fought restlessly, standing up to the enemy." He smiled and let out a soft chuckle, pride dripping from his voice. "My girl is so strong."

You smiled at his endearing tone. "I just... I figured you wouldn't have liked me bringing the others down, so I kept fighting... For you... So that your death was meaningful."

His heart ached at your words and he couldn't help but squeeze you tighter against him. How in hell did he find himself such an amazing, brave woman?

He leaned down and landed a soft peck on the top of your head, lingering there before whispering.

"Habibti... I'll never let you go again."

You both heard a soft sniffle accompagnied by an overly exaggerated shushing sound before it was followed by a characteristic 'yare yare daze', but as you turned to the direction of the noises, you saw the bushes and leaves rustle hastily.

You two laughed at your friends goofiness. "Let's go see them. Shall we?" He let go and took your hand, warming it up with his much bigger one.

"Did I hear one of them crying? Or is it just me?"

"Kakyoin."

"Oh."

After that, you couldn't seem to be able to take your hands off of him. Always wrapping your arms around his torso or hugging his arm. So much that either Kakyoin or Jotaro had to snatch you away from the man to let him have some privacy.

Bonus:

When Polnareff came back to you all to 'break the news' of Abdul's return, he seemed to have fallen from grace when no one even batted an eye.

Of course everyone except him were aware, and the poor man was left looking like a depressed idiot.

"Don't cry, Polnareff, sorry, it wasn't meant to be a bad joke..." Kakyoin tried to calm his weeping friend down, feeling bad.

"But...but..." He turned to glare at you. "Were- WERE YOU PRETENDING TO CRY AND BE DEPRESSED FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS Y/N??!!"

You gasped at the assumption. "I-... I DIDN'T PRETEND!!! I was legitimately mourning! I only learned the truth hours ago!!! I was shocked too!" You defended and Polnareff noticed the men not quite looking at your direction.

"Yeah... About that... Sorry again Y/N..." Kakyoin looked down and subconsciously laid a hand on his swollen left cheek.

"We'll know better than to lie to Y/N next time." Joseph sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh well, we deserved it..."

"Huh...? Why? What the hell happened?" Polnareff asked with confusion and your daggers of eyes dissuaded him from asking you.

"Let's say..." Abdul started a bit amused, "The whole 'Let's pretend I'm dead' thing didn't go through Y/N very well and uh..." He discretely made a fist gesture towards his face and Polnareff's eyes widened in shock.

"D-did... YOU PUNCHED JOTARO TOO?!"

"Yare yare daze..." Said male tipped down his hat and walked off, mumbling "That's not a woman, that's a monster."

"I HEARD YOU JOJO!"

I'm in such an Abdul mood omg this man is so underrated it's unfair. He's smart, powerful, hot (litterally and figuratively) and his laugh is babey 🤤.

*markiplier voice* HE'S SO CHARMING! OH SO HANDSOME!!

Also: - Habibti: My darling - Hobi: My love - Ya omri: my life, but you usually say it when you see something incredibly cute lol it's my favourite thing to say or hear.

Hope you liked this one!

[stardustedsins]

Kiss Prompts #27. A kiss as a suggestion

Hol Horse/reader (gender neutral reader)

You eat while you walk, eyeing each stall with their flashing lights and brightly colored banners. You’re almost done with your cotton candy, and then you’ll have both hands free for games. You and Hol are spending the day at an amusement park, and you’re enjoying all the rides, treats, and carnival games you possibly can.

“Want a bite before I finish it?” You ask, offering it to Hol.

“No way. I already ate too much.” He says, referring to the giant funnel cake he’d insisted on finishing after you’d just had corndogs and soft pretzels.

“Suit yourself.” You eat the last few bites and toss the paper cone in the next trash can you pass by. “Now let’s play some games!”

You throw rings at milk bottles, and rubber balls at little wooden cutouts of clowns. Hol tries a guessing game, but doesn’t get the number of marbles in the jar right. You race each other with rubber ducks, blasting them with water cannons to push them along their little channels to the goal (you win). You don’t do well enough at any one game to get a big prize.

But that will have to change, because you’ve just spotted the best top tier prize in the whole place, and you have to have it.

“Over here!” You grab his hand and pull him along after you to see what game is offering that prize. It’s a simple-looking target shooting game, the kind with some stationery targets and some moving ones.

You put your money on the counter for one play, and the attendant hands you the toy rifle. You don’t think you’re a bad shot, but every target you hit stays stubbornly standing instead of falling back.

“You gotta hit ‘em dead center.” The attendant tells you. “Want to try again?”

“Yeah.” You decide, paying for a second try. You’re able to mail a few stationary targets, but you’re not quite accurate enough to knock down enough of the moving ones to get your prize.

“I was so close!” You grumble, fishing out the money for a third round, but Hol stops you.

“Don’t spend all your money on one game, it’s still early.”

“I want that.” You point out your goal prize. “I can try at least one more time. Unless you think you can do better?”

You’re only teasing, you know he can do much better.

“In my sleep, honey.”

“Then why don’t you win it for me?”

“Hmm…” He makes a show of thinking about it. “What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll make it worth your time.” You promise, standing on your toes to give him a kiss on the lips, followed by a wink. You’re in public, and the attendant can hear every word you say, so you won’t share just how you plan to reward him, but it’s clear he gets the idea.

He puts down the money to play, but you catch him before he takes the gun.

“No Emperor. Play fair.” You murmur so the game attendant won’t hear you. You know he could easily win several of these games with his stand, even the ones like this that are made to be difficult, but where’s the fun in that?

“If you insist.” He says, picking up the gun and raising it to aim.

He nails nearly every target, close enough to the center to knock them down, even the moving ones, only missing two. It’s enough for your prize, but he still looks a little annoyed by those two still standing.

“Congratulations, and here you are.” The game attendant hands the prize directly to you.

“Now what about my prize?” Hol asks as you walk away from the stall.

“You’ll have to wait. Like you said, it’s still early. I want to see the rest of the games.” You tuck your prize under your arm and head for the next stall. Hol grumbles a little, but he follows you anyway. He’ll get his reward when you get home tonight.

[cheemerthelizard]

Crusader of Life (Kakyoin x Reader) Chapter 9

Road trip! You and the rest of the crusaders are on their way to Egypt, but because of the plane incident, have to travel by road. Not ideal, but better than nothing. But will you ever catch a break from these constant Stand attacks?

After another encounter with an enemy Stand, on the road, of all places, and having to get a change in vehicles, the group of six had finally come to a stop in a small town, covered in fog.

"This is a nice little town," Joseph said. "Sure, it's a bit foggy, but that's alright."

"I'm not so sure," you replied. "I always get really bad feelings in foggy towns like these."

“You’re just paranoid,” Polnareff consoled you. “I’m sure this is a perfectly safe place!”

“Yeah...” last time you were paranoid like this, everything turned out to be all right, with Fredrick becoming your friend, too. “I wonder how he’s doing at the art contest,” you accidentally said your thoughts out loud.

“Hm?” Polnareff asked.

“Oh, nothing,” you quickly covered up. “I just think out loud sometimes without realizing it.”

Polnareff nodded, and left it at that. “Anyway, we need to find a hotel to stay at.”

“I’ll ask the man over there,” Avdol said. As soon as he approached the man, he started talking in a language you weren’t familiar with. Probably the main language in Pakistan. Even though you weren’t the one talking to him, that guy really creeped you out. Not in the way that the people from Calcutta did, no, but the way he just stood there, and did almost nothing. The most he’d done so far was flip his sign from open to closed. Something just felt... off about him. In fact, when Avdol was done asking his question, the man answered very quickly and briefly, then turned around and went inside.

“He said he didn’t know,” Avdol reported back to the group. You turned back to look at him, and could’ve sworn you saw beetles crawling around on the back of his neck. You shivered a bit in disgust, then went back to the conversation with the others.

“Maybe we should ask someone else,” Joseph suggested. “After all, that man seemed kind of rude.”

“Guys, I really think there’s something else going on,” you shuddered, trying to hide the terror in your voice.

“I’m sure it’s just because of the fog,” Joseph tried to comfort you. “Maybe this town is just weirder than the others we’ve been to.”

“I’ll go ask that man over there about a hotel,” Avdol said. He walked over and started speaking a foreign language again. This time, however, when he tried asking again, and even nudged the guy, he came running back. “That man is dead!” he exclaimed. In an instant, everyone ran to the scene.

“W-why did he die with so much fear on his face?” Polnareff stuttered.

“Look!” Kakyoin pointed out. “He was holding a gun!”

“And look,” Joseph added, “it’s still smoking!”

“Why is everybody else just turning a blind eye?” you asked.

“I’ll go ask that woman over there to call the police,” Kakyoin said as he frantically ran within her hearing range.

“Now do you believe me?” you asked the group. “Now do you believe that there’s more to this town than it being quiet?”

“Perhaps she’s right,” Avdol nodded. “This is really strange.”

Kakyoin returned to the group. “I asked her to call the police, but I doubt she really will. There’s something going on we don’t know about.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say this whole time!”

“Good grief, (Y/N),” Jotaro grumbled. “Nobody’s disbelieved you.”

“Look at his neck!” Joseph said, beckoning the three of you to come closer. “It’s a large hole, the size of a 10 yen coin!”

“That’s... not natural.” Each and every time someone found something new, it made you want to vomit even more. “There’s no blood pouring out.”

“I guess since he’s already dead, we should uncover any other injuries,” Avdol commented. “Avert your eyes, (Y/N). You’ve already been far too uncomfortable to be able to take this.”

So they had been noticing. Something about that made you feel both better and worse. Either way, Kakyoin let you stuff your face into the side of his uniform as you heard a jacket come off, and a collective gasp from the crew.

“T-those holes are everywhere!” Joseph exclaimed. Kakyoin must have felt you gag, because his reassuring arm draped over your shoulder.

“Hey, there’s a reason we hid (Y/N)’s face, is there not?” Kakyoin practically scolded Joseph.

“Right, right, my bad,” Joseph apologized.

“The chances that there’s a Stand user nearby just grew,” Jotaro scowled.

Really? Just now? The man, from what you saw before, and from what you heard, had large holes in him everywhere, with no blood gushing out. Surely the blood couldn’t have all exited by five minutes, and even if it did, the streets would be flooded with it. They’re just now suggesting the possibility of an enemy Stand?

“Come on, everyone!” Joseph exclaimed. “Let’s get out of here!” He looked like he was going to hop into a car, but for some reason, he was jumping into a gate. A gate with very sharp tops, as well. What has gotten into Mr. Joestar? He almost killed himself!

“I swear, the car was right there!” he said over and over. “Didn’t you see it?”

“Mr. Joestar, the car is right over there,” Kakyoin answered. As Joseph’s eyes averted over, there was an old woman walking up, very slowly. Her wrinkles bagged down everything on her face, from her forehead to her chin. She was also pretty short. You were convinced she couldn’t have been over 5 feet, or even reached there.

“You all look very tired,” the woman told your group with a smile on her face. “If you’d like, you can stay at my hotel. It’s a little bed and breakfast at the far end of town.”

“Finally, a normal person!” Polnareff laughed.

“That sounds nice,” Joseph answered.

For you, tons of red flags were going off. A single normal person, in a town that you were sure was run by a Stand? There was no way this was just a nice old lady.

“I guess we could stay for now,” Avdol said. He looked back at you. Something in his eyes told you he was just as suspicious, but that you two had to play it cool for now.

“Yeah, we’d love to stay tonight,” you beamed.

“Excellent!” the little old lady chimed. “I always love seeing new faces around here! Come on, I’ll show you to where it is!”

As she showed you the way to the hotel, you and Avdol dragged in the back.

“We need to keep a close eye on her,” Avdol ordered.

“Got it.”

You and the others entered the hotel, put your names in, and went to your separate rooms. Each person got their own room, but you all gathered in Joseph’s for the time being. Except for Polnareff. He needed to go to the bathroom.

“So we can all agree this woman is very suspicious, right?” Kakyoin asked. The rest of you nodded.

“I think the only one who doesn’t know what’s going on is Polnareff,” Avdol added.

“He never knows what’s going on, though,” you giggled.

“Well, to be sure, we could always use my Hermit Purple to get information on the enemy,” Joseph suggested. “In fact, there’s a TV right here.”

“Well, I’m getting tired,” you yawned.

“Tired?” Jotaro asked. “It’s only about 3:00.”

“We slept in the car last night. I don’t sleep well in anything that isn’t a bed. Mr. Joestar, you mind if I take a nap in your bed? I don’t trust that woman, and don’t want to be separated from you guys.”

“Go right ahead,” Joseph answered you. “Just make sure to wake up before we all go to bed.”

“You got it.”

After that, you went right to sleep.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N)!”

You cracked open your eyes, and found your mother looking at you.

“(Y/N), you’re going to be late for school!” Your mother called. “It’s already seven!” 

Groggily, you got up from your bed. “I had the weirdest dream. I was going on a trip to Egypt to defeat a vampire who was hurting an old man’s daughter.” 

“That is a strange dream,” your mother said. “What’s even stranger is that it’s not a dream.” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Honey, this is the dream world. You just fell asleep, didn’t you?” 

“I... I did, but-“

”But, you miss your parents.” Your mother came to kiss you on the forehead. “So I summoned myself to enter your dream, so you could see them again.” 

“Ace?!” 

Your mother giggled a bit, before she transformed back into your Stand. “Your emotions were getting too strong to keep in again,” she said. “And that longing feeling of misery was creeping up on you.” 

“You still sound like Mom.” 

“I know, it’s kind of creepy. But that’s not the point. The point is, you had so much sadness in you from missing your parents that I was summoned before you went to bed. Since anything can happen in a dream world, I transformed into your mother. It feels nice, being able to talk, actually.” 

“Thanks, Ace,” you said quietly. “Can... can you turn back into my mother? Please?” 

“My pleasure,” Ace nodded, and shapeshifted back to that familiar face. 

“Wait, this is a dream,” you interrupted the hugs you were getting. 

“Yup.” 

“I can do anything I want, right?” 

“Probably.” 

“So I can fly.” 

“Yeah.” 

Immediately, you jumped from the bed and stayed floating in the air. You moved around a bit, turning different directions. It was like swimming, but it was way cooler. 

“(Y/N), wake up.“

“(Y/N), we have to go.”

You opened your eyes, and saw Kakyoin staring at you.

“(Y/N), we’ve got to get out of here. The fog was the Stand.”

“What?” You were still in your dazed form of sleep.

“The fog made this place look like a small town. Take a look outside.”

You rose from the bed, and looked outside. Sure enough, there was no more town, but instead, a cemetery.

“You licked the toilet?!” Joseph’s voice came from downstairs. It sounded happy. He was laughing hysterically.

You shivered. “Blegh. Who licked the toilet?”

“Polnareff. Turns out all of our hunches were right.”

“The old lady? She made Polnareff lick her toilet?”

“Yeah.”

You couldn’t help but feel a snicker rise from your throat. “Well, I’m ready, let’s go.”

“Hey! Hol Horse stole our car!” Polnareff called from outside. “Get back here!”

You laughed a bit. “Well, looks like we might be stuck here a while.”

Kakyoin laughed with you. “I guess so.”

[aroundtheworldin80villains]

(I’ve never done this before but,) Maybe a imagine or headcannon(?) of how Hol Horse would react to someone listening to him (s/o?)babble and just look so spaced but lovingly at him? He doesn’t know what to do? (Oh god I’m sorry)

of course you can get that!

so, to begin, hol horse is a talker above all else.  his silver tongue has gotten him into and out of serious trouble before, so he’s used to talking a good deal.  plus, he kind of likes the sound of his own voice, as narcissistic as that sounds. it’s low, and gravelly, and all kinds of sweet—and the way it almost warbles when he gets excited!

so you two are laying together on the couch and he’s telling you about his week (as he’s a busy man, he may not get to see you every single day), and he’s gone off on some rambling story.  he pauses for a moment, realizing that he’s talked for even more than he usually does and far more than he wants to; for you, he’d shut up for eons, especially if it means you talk to him.

but when he looks down, he sees nothing but adoration and love in your eyes, fully engrossed in his tale.  he pauses for a little longer, the faintest pink on his cheeks.  that’s a good look on you, and the context makes his heart soar.  

you love him—you genuinely love him, and he genuinely loves you right back.  that is the greatest balm upon a jagged heart that he can find.

“hey, uh... honey?” he asks.  “you good?  am i puttin’ ya to sleep?” he ruffles your hair with that lovely, crooked smile.  “or do ya just love me and my dumbass stories that much?”

[chinchillasinunison]

random tidbits about my JoJo gem au because I want to share but I'm too beat from school work to draw them

I picture all the pure gems whose type appear in some form in SU have the same voice actress as the gems in the series, even if said characters are dudes. This is mostly because I think it's hilarious to imagine Deedee Magno Hall doing a gruff cockney accent since Speedwagon's a pearl.

Because his gem takes up almost the entirety of his left cheek, when Joseph blushes his gem glows.

Instead of Air Supplena Island they train at the Sky Arena in BT and the first time they warped there Joseph almost walked right off the edge because he didn't realize they were thousands of feet off the ground.

Holly is a rose quartz and she has plant manipulating powers, but she only really gets them under control at the end of this version of SC. But sometimes she goofs up in the garden and accidentally makes sentient veggies/fruits like the Watermelon Stevens. Except instead of being based on herself, they're based on Jotaro because he's her "seed." Whenever this happens she's like "hi Jotaro honey come meet your new little brother, Jotato!" and he's always like "yare yare mommy why do you keep doing this to me it's embarrassing" but at the same time is on the phone ordering his tiny potato brother a custom coat just like his.

Hol Horse, an overcooked pyrite who emerged in 1865: "listen son, if you wanna get somethin' done you oughta team up with a real adult, someone older and wiser. and look, I don't wanna spook ya, but I've actually been alive for more than a century..." Padparadscha Facet-B0G0, who is well over 6,000 years old: :/

A version of Ruby Rider sung by Hol called "Pyrite Rider" after all is said and done between him and Lemon Quartz (DIO). Rubicelle (Oingo) is also shapeshifted into a horse singing backup. "I used to think I would always be by your side/ But lately you've turned awful tart/ You'll bring a gem to their knees, make 'em eager to please/ But ol' Hol saw through you from the start!"

The "is Mikitaka an alien?" debate still occurs but has the extra dimension of Blue Spinel (Okuyasu) literally Being An Alien From Outer Space Who Lives On Earth Now and when Josuke points that out he's like "yeah and???"

Lavender Pearl (Speedwagon) meets Rohan when he's dropping Joseph off in Morioh and he's like "oh! based on yer cut you look like a sapphire! back on Homeworld they're some of the highest elites, very rare and well-respected." It gives Rohan a big head at first so he starts bragging about his power to see into the past and Pearl's like "oh so you're defective then! that's great, so am I! I used to run a little gang of off-colors back in the day..." and Rohan just fucking deflates.

Kira literally knows nothing about pure gems because the ones he has interacted with up to the end (which was just the rest of the Morioh crew) were all hybrids so when Blue Spinel comes back in the final fight after getting poofed he's like "what the fuck I thought you died?!?!? I literally saw you explode??" and BS is like "yeah but I got better."

[worst-jojo-matchups]

Hi, this is the greatest idea for a blog ever. May I request a worst matchup for parts 1-5? I'm a 5'10" weightlifter lady who's interested in oceanography and horror novels. I love my friends, eating big meals, working hard, and everything else a shounen protagonist might enjoy. While I tend to get along with most everybody, I am a very honest person and I find it hard to be around people who lie. Also I am a huge animal lover and I just can't stand it when people kill bugs or hunt for sport.

Hello, honey! How about I match you with...

Hol Horse!

He appeared in your life as a kind and courteous man, even slightly old-fashioned. You two shared the interest in sport and became good partners at gym, always ready to help each other train. He seemed like a fun and easy-going person, a bit silly, but that made you smile.

He was such a romantic, talking about eternal love and loudly hating men who were disrespectful of women. Your dates were full of small romantic gestures from him. He often told you that he wanted a long-lasting relationship, that his feelings for you are very serious. 

He never specified what he did for living, but it required him to travel a lot. You trusted him, until you noticed that he seems to be less interested in you than before. As you confronted him, he reassured you that everything is fine.

And it was fine until one day he simply disappeard without a trace. The police came to you asking about him. This was how you learned that he was an assassin and that he had many girlfriends in different countries. You told the police everything you knew and wished them luck.