#iggy gets political

[iggysmice]

Getting real sick of everybody saying there must be something wrong with Biden or he's senile because of how he talks.

yall are ableist as shit. Biden has severely stuttered his entire life and is not quiet about that fact. His odd pauses are to minimize his stuttering. It's a normal technique for people with that disability.

dont even get me started on how rude it is to say every slip up an old person has must be dementia

Ableist and Ageist, all of you. shame.

[cheesencrackersinprison]

What kind of hugs do you think the Stardust Crusaders give? 🥺

Not sure if you meant platonic or romantic so I put some of both :>

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🌟Jotaro🌟

• You'd probably have to be rather close for him to hug you, and he'd probably rather have you initiate.

• He's 100% not a PDA person and kinda of in his emo phase so if he hugged you it would be in private

• I feel like he'd be a surprisingly good hugger after the awkwardness passed

• If you initiated and you were close he'd probably tense up a bit before awkwardly hugging back

• After that he'd probably ask for them rarely putting his head on your shoulder

• I feel like if he felt needy he would end up hugging too hard and apologizing very awkwardly

• His hugs would be surprisingly nice, I feel like he would be rather warm

• Would probably bury his face in your neck if you were dating when cuddling alone

• Emo

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

🍒Kakyoin🍒

• I feel he'd be awkward but would be more approachable for that

• My homeboy hasn't had much experience in the friend department mkay leave my guy alone

• He'd be awkward with PDA but more willing to give you a side hug or straightup cuddle alone in a bro way when watching movies

• He wouldn't know where or how to put his hands when you first hugged him and would be rather nervous

• I feel like he'd be secretly touch starved

• He'd be very chill with cuddling when watching movies or stuff like that but wouldn't really do it around people

• Tbh I feel he'd be rather awkward but would get the hang or it soon enough

• He would probably hug you a lot when dating when there aren't many people around

• Not hugging but I feel like he'd offer his arm for you nervously when walking around if dating bc he's a polite boy (gentleman)

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✈️Joseph✈️

• This man has no shame

• He would bear hug you and crush your organs in front of everyone without a care in the world

• Would tackle-hug you after not seeing you for a long time

• If you're Jotaro's age he would ruffle your hair too

• Would probably treat you as a second grandkid

• Lifts you up

• Very warm hugs (ignore the crushed ribcage)

• My silly banned from seven airline companies man

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🥐Polnareff🥐

• Another one with zero shame

• Would give zero fucks if there were people present

• Swings you in circles

• Tight hugs but not rib-crushing like our guy Joseph here

• Makes a fucking spectacle

• PDA fan

• If you are dating he will pick you up and kiss round your face while saying french shit you dont understand because french isn't a real language BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT-

• Biiiiiiiig cuddle fan

• Turns into a fucking octopus wrapping around you

• Baguette

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🔥Avdol🔥

• His hugs would be so nice just bdbrnrbfn

• I feel like he'd feel very fatherly

• And caring

• jdbdnfbfnnfn

• Very warm hugs, man's a human heater

• Comfy

• Makes you feel safe easily with em

• It wouldn't be rib crushing or light, just perfect like that house stealing goldilocks bi-

• I wanna hug him

>>>>>>>>

🐾Iggy🐾

• Bites you

[deadratdonoteat]

Jotaro Kujo x Reader

An awkward aquarium “date” with some edgy teen

Tags- Fluff, Awkwardness, hand holding, Sitting on his lap, reckless driving, perverting(From Jospeh and Polnarff), aquarium date

W.C= 1.6k

This was humiliating. This is not what I thought I'd be doing when I was offered to join the group to defeat a vampire. When I visited Jotaro in jail with his grandpa. I just thought we were bailing him out, not going to egypt. I don't even know how Mr. Joestar found me. I was walking out of school and he said he was there to pick me up, what a creep. But I went with him when he said his grandson, Jotaro, was in jail.

Yes, me and Jojo are friends. He sure doesn't act like we're friends, We eat lunch together on the stairwell. We always partner up for class projects. He acts like he hates it but I'm always his first choice. His fangirls hate my guts.

Now here I am, sitting on the broody teens lap. There are six of us, not including Iggy. Joestar insisted on this model of car. It only had five seats. We sat behind Avdol, Mr. Joestart driving (For some reason), Kakyoin in the middle, Polnareff behind the driver's seat, Iggy on pPlnareff’s lap with his head out the window.

Since Mr.Joestar was driving the drive was bumpy and swaying. Jotaro refused to use the seat belt. His left hand was by his side, while his tight rested on the window seal. I had to hold on to nothing. Of course Jotaro wasn’t going to hold me to ensure my safety. If we crashed I would definitely be screwed. Another bump. I held onto Advol’s seat. Praying to myself that I’ll gladly drive next time.

“HOLD ON!!” The old man yelled while speeding up. I couldn’t see the road so I didn't know what was coming. I can see Joestar moving his hands on the steering wheel, he was about to make a sharp turn. Why’d he speed up?I screamed to myself. This was the end. I’m about to go out the window. I’ll never see Dio get destroyed. Suddenly a tight grip was around my waist.

Jotaro had wrapped his arms around me. Pulling me closer into him. My back was flushed against his chest. Thank god he could see my face, it went completely red. The car made a turn. Me and Jotaro were pulled against the car door. Thankfully Kakyoin was wearing his seatbelt so he only tilted. Polnareff was holding Iggy for dear life while screaming. Joestar held his hat as if he wasn't the one causing this.

Once the car was straight on the road again, we all calmed down. The yelling began, it was only Polnareff.

“WHO THE HELL ALLOWED HIM TO DRIVE??”

“WHY DID YOU SPEED UP??”

“I VOTE TO MAKE Y/N DRIVE,” Polnareff called out. Kakyoin and Avdol nodded and agreed with him.

“Stop whining!” The homan user retorted, “I don’t mind driving Mr. Joestar,” I spoke to him. He took his eyes off the road to face me. He loved it when I called him that. His smile was huge.

“Face the road,” Advol reminded the driver. I was so focused on the others talking that I didn't realize Jotaro was still holding me.

“I told you to stop calling him that,” Jotaro’s deep voice whispered into my ear. My face heated up. “I’m just being polite,” I tilted my head back to whisper back to him. Our faces are only centimeters away. He grumbled something about his grandfather being cocky. He looked out the window. His face always looked so serious. His jaw was always tight. I was staring. Jotaro met my eyes.

“What?” He asked while furrowing his brows.

“You look g-” “Y/N!” Polnareff interrupted me. I was about to complement Jotaro. This stupid frenchman. I look at Polnareff, Jotaro quickly unwraps his arms.

“Take Iggy!!! He's Farting over here!!” The white haired man whined. I made a face of disgust.

“Keep him away from over here,” I called to him, he whined more. Just as I was going to yell at him, Joestar interrupted me.

“WERE HERE!!” He yelled for no reason. I could see his leg move. He was definitely going to stomp on the breaks to park. I grabbed Jotaro’s hands, which were by his sides. I wrapped them around myself and pushed my back into his chest again. He got what was happening and tightened his grip. As predicted the car screeched at a sudden stop. Polnareff let out a completely manly scream as his head smacked a seat in front of him.

“A warning next time,” Avdol said, releasing his grip from the safety handle.

-

“Three rooms available at the moment,” the front desk lady told Avdol and Joestar. After buying the rooms, they told us to pair up.

“I call Y/n,” Polnareff said with a smug grin. What a creep. “Don’t even think about it,” Kakyoin told him. The red haired teen grabbed a key card from Avdol, then dragged the frenchman to their room. Avdol handed me a card as well. Jotaro, who was behind me, said his classic phrase. I guess I'm sharing a room with him. I don’t mind it at all, I hope he doesn’t either.

-

Thankfully there were two beds. After saying goodnight to the others and changing. My pajamas were just comfy shorts and a simple black tank top. Jotaro stayed in the same outfit. After getting settled for bed I was going to tell the stand user goodnight but he wasn’t in bed. The balcony doors were open. As I walked outside I smelt smoke.

Jotaro was leaning on the railing, with a cigarette betweens his lips. He looked magical. He didn’t turn to face me.

“Need something?” He asked before tagging a drag of the cigarette.

“I was gonna go to bed,” I replied, “Are you gonna head to bed soon?” He just grunted at my question. My eyes followed his gaze. He was looking at a building. I walked up to the railing with him. Leaning forward to get a closer look. The building was an aquarium. Of course that's where he was looking off to.

“Would you like to go there?” I asked him. His shoulders tensed. His head slowly moved to face me.

“What are you talking about,” He said while pulling his hat down to cover his eyes.

“We can go tomorrow…together,” I mumbled the last part.

“We don’t have time for that nonsense,” he stood to leave.

“What if we went right now?” I questioned. I know that he needed to take a break. Why not walk around one of his interests? That seemed to pique his interest. He fully turned to me. He still had a stoic face but his eyes were glowing. He turned back to the room and walked in. Was he seriously not going to say anything? He kept walking.

“Are you coming?” He said with a tone of annoyance, opening the door.

-

The walk to the Aquarium was cold. I didn’t have time to change with Jotaro leaving so fast. The lobby staff gave us weird looks. It was 11:00pm, two teenagers, one wearing heavy clothes while the other was barely wearing anything. After buying the tickets and getting a map.

“So the first tank is the touch tank,” I held the map higher to show Jotaro. He just glanced at the paper.

Touching the sea animals was fun. One of the fish really likes Jotaro, following his hand everywhere. It was a nice scene. Jotaro had a small smile while leaning on the open tank. His sleeves rolled up while his hand was in the water. He pointed to one of the fish I was wagging my finger at.

“That's the Slender danios, mostly in a school of six,” He told me. The small fish did have five others around it, though this one seemed to be the bravest. Some smaller fish would follow our hands. There was even a shark, which Jotaro taught me was a tiger shark. Jotaro was ready to see the next animal but I wanted to stay in the tunnel for longer. The teen grabbed my hand. I would have protested but the way he grabbed it was different. He wasn’t dragging me, he was holding my hand and walking. My face heated up as we left the tunnel. He didn’t let go. We continued to hold hands

Before leaving I told Jotaro I needed to go to the bathroom. He stayed by the exit doors telling me to hurry. I went to the gift shop that wasn’t closed yet. I looked for a dolphin keychain. Finding the perfect one and buying it, I met Jotaro by the exit.

“Took you long enough,” the taller teen huffed, “Oh shush, I was doing something,” I retorted. He side eyed me. It sounded a little weird when I said it like that.

“I got you something,” I spoke as we exited the building. We stopped on the sidewalk. He turned to me, his eyebrow raised. Reaching into my pocket I revealed the keychain. The simple dolphin charm attacked. I held it up for him to take. His eyes followed my hand. Jotaro picked it up and inspected it.

“Not bad,” he mumbled. Before I could say something he held out his fist. Opening it to show a shark keychain, similar to the dolphin one. This grumpy teenager had seriously sneaked away to buy me this. My heart fluttered. I laughed at the coincidence, he smiled.

“Not bad,” I say mockingly. His smile dropped and he snatched the shark from my vision.

“I was joking!” I say as I grab his hand that held my keychain. He showed me his now empty hand. I sighed and took his hand. We crossed the street with intertwined hands.

“You can get yours in the morning,” He grumbled as he held the door open for me. “You’re so mean.” I sighed.

“Or you can not get it at all,” I gasped at his words, “Jotaro! You're so unfair,’ I complained.

I woke up to find the shark keychain on my nightstand

<3

[em-harlsnow]

i just can’t stop thinking about Franny as a teen getting a boyfriend/girlfriend and taking them to meet her uncles.

so she’s like 15 and her partner’s already met Debbie. now, meeting Franny’s mother (single mother, so they’re UNBELIEVABLY close) was scary enough. they don’t think it’s gonna be that bad meeting the uncles, even tho Franny talks about them constantly. they don’t really realise who her uncles are.

see, Milkoviches are a very overpopulated species. there are definitely a few hanging around Franny’s public school, causing trouble. Franny’s partner (i’m gonna call them Alex for time sake) thinks it’s a little weird that the Milkoviches never bother neither Alex or Franny much, but doesn’t think much of it.

Franny takes Alex to Ian and Mickey’s house (not the Westside flat) She has Fred and her other cousin in tow (because ofc they all go to the same school) and they’re going to have dinner and maybe swim for a bit. Franny wanted to take the L because she’s 15 now and is able to find her own way, thank you very much.

They’re walking in this crappy neighbourhood and Alex sees a guy sitting on the steps of one of the houses. He has aggressive knuckle tattoos and a lit cigarette in hand. He doesn’t notice them, but he looks kind of scary. Alex severely hopes this is not Franny’s uncle. Of course, then Franny’s calling out ‘Mickey!’ and the brunette is instantly turning to greet her. He hugs Franny and Fred and Fred’s sibling. Then, he looks Alex up and down. Franny orders him to be nice, which does not calm Alex’s quickly rising nerves.

Alex remembers what Franny made them rehearse, and says something like ‘hello Mr Gallagher, nice to meet you’. Mickey scoffs, but smiles a little at the politeness. Mickey corrects the surname ‘it’s Milkovich, but thanks - and call me Mickey.’ And suddenly Alex is a little more scared because Alex has met Milkoviches and heard a lot about them. Mickey is clearly protective of Franny and does not look pleased to have Alex here. Franny drags them all inside and a tall ginger - who Alex assumes is her other uncle - greets Alex much more warmly. Ian swings Fred around and scruffs Franny’s shorter hair, then pulls his husband in by the shoulders. ‘cheer up, you’re so grumpy’ he says.

Ian gets a loving ‘fuck off’ in reply but they stay close. They finish making dinner together and Ian regularly tells Mickey to ‘be nice to Alex, Mick’ because he keeps grilling them about how they do in school, their friends, everything. Franny tells Mickey about how Little Danny Milkovich - who Alex discovers is Mickey’s nephew, who he sees a bit but not as much as Fran and Fred and his sibling (who i can’t be bothered to name), and Iggy Milkovich’s son - threw an empty plastic water bottle at Alex’s head last week. Franny tells Mickey how when she threatened to send Mickey to talk to Iggy about it, Danny immediately apologised. Mickey finds it funny, because as much as he would never hurt the little Milkovich kid, he’s scarier than Iggy and a stern voice can be very intimidating. He would not have it if anyone did anything to his Ginger Gallaghers.

Alex leaves with a new-found respect for Franny as they did not realise she stood up for them against the little Milkovich terror and remains slightly afraid of Franny’s overprotective uncles.

[lost-pen-name]

💕WIP Wednesday💕

Aaaah, thank you so much for the tag, @pretty-little-mind33! 💕✨💖 This is such a fun tag, I love it. 💕 I have more WIPs than finished pieces, it seems, so it’s a very fitting tag for me. 😋

Here’s a little excerpt from a lil Tom Ryder x fem!reader I’ve had sitting in my pile of WIPs for a while! 🥰

{ steal you away }

He turned to you and his upset expression slipped away as he watched you bend over laughing. He walked slowly up to you, waggling a finger. “Now, now. It’s not very polite to laugh at people.”

“Says you,” you said between gasps of laughter. You wiped a tear away and grinned up at him. “And I’d say I can laugh because you looked hilarious.”

He moved faster than you expected. Before you could even react, he grabbed your waist, keeping you from going anywhere, and started tickling your sides. You gasped and squirmed in his grip. “Hey! Cut it out!”

“Not until you apologize for laughing at my own expense.” He grinned mischievously.

In your desperation to get away from his tickling fingers, you shoved his arms away and fall onto your back into the grass. He followed, pinning you down by placing an arm on the opposite side of you, sitting so his body leaned against your side. The sunlight cascaded on his wind blown hair, making him look more angelic than usual. His eyes looked brighter than they had in a long time.

You smiled up at him. “Fine, fine, I’m sorry. But you also looked adorable.”

He smirked and leaned closer, putting more of his weight on you. “Oh yeah?” He reached over and rubbed his thumb gently on your lip, causing your stomach to do somersaults. “Well, you look pretty adorable yourself, even with grass in your hair.”

“What, am I a hot mess?” you said teasingly.

His eyes wandered to your lips and he looked ravenous. “Absolutely,” he breathed, leaning in.

He started to close the distance when you reached out and put a hand on his slightly parted mouth, stopping him.

You cursed yourself for ruining this moment but you have to ask before this went any further. “Wait. Aren’t you dating Iggy?” you asked softly.

A shadow came over his face. He pushed himself back and looked away from you, his eyes squinted as he looked across the park. His mouth twisted into a frown. “No,” he said finally. “She broke up with me a week or two ago.”

Hopefully I can finish this one soon. I have ✨ideas✨ for it. 👀

I don’t have many moots yet. 🙈 So anyone who wants can do this tag! 💕

[yanxidarlings]

I noticed on one of ur HCs that America spaces out alot bc he keeps thinking abt s/o. What is he usually thinking about?

Lmao i can imagine him having a day dream at the beach w his s/o and hes abt to kiss/make-out with them but rudely gets snapped out of it when the boss calls him. I think hes ready to yeet his phone😂.

man, i don't even think russia wants to know what alfred's thinking about, but since you asked:

it depends on his mood, his recent interactions with his darling, the political state of the world. his darling just rejected him (again)? you best bet he's daydreaming about smashing the mf's head in who tempted his darling away (because there's no way they wouldn't want him if there wasn't someone else)

he's watching his darling give a speech at a world meeting? he's imagining being the ultimate power couple with them bringing the world universal peace and freedom and of course mcdonalds.

they'd definitely get married on the beach, instead of a suit he'd wear his swim trunks, he's sure his darling would much rather stare at his guns (metaphorical guns) than a boring ol' suit. that's what england would wear to a wedding, and he's old as shit. Alfred is no where near old but when he is iggy's age he's sure he'll have 50 children with his darling and have replaced all the nations of the world with chibi americ-y/ns. oh and don't forget their mars colo-

he's stuck running his boss an errand whilst they could be frolicking off with other nations? alfred's daydreams focus on swooping him superman style and saving his lois lane from the evil villains who would dare seduce his darling away from him.

to put it short, his daydreams are as frequent as they are childish, whilst romano, japan and iceland might fantasise pretty normal/domestic interactions with their beloved, america, canada, and mexico are the type to think about the most fantastical, unrealistic, weirdest shit (it's a north american thing).

don't let alfred get too comfortable with his darling, he might just try and get them to re enact his daydreams. suppose there's no avoiding him becoming that comfortable around this darling - as soon as he has them within his clutches, he feels no need to keep any sort of mask up, he wants to be as free and open with his darling as possible, so he expects the same from the

[angstics]

I feel like it’s important to make intentional decisions and do whatever you believe is right when it comes to art.

I really care about artists that are just loud and brash and bring whatever you believe in to question.

I feel like Bowie and Iggy did that for a lot of people. I’d say even Smiths did that.

I don’t think this is entirely political though. It could be spiritual. I just feel like Gerard is really quiet about what he believes in until most people start talking about it. Or maybe he wasn’t informed at all. He caters to a very specific audience and doesn’t actually try to break any sort of taboos or extend the boundaries in art. Most of what he does is just ok to do.

I’d love to hear why you think this doesn’t matter. As I said, I think this kinda art really matters. I don’t care much that Gerard isn’t that kinda artist but I feel like a lot of times he wants it to seem that way. I feel like he has a lot more potential if he didn’t tip toe around these things.

(Also I know lady Gaga hasn’t done anything controversial recently but hey at least she did it for a WHILE.)

Id love to continue this convo if anyone wants to.

I personally get the sense that gerard doesn’t have a strong stance about Anything, at least according to the lack of strong direction in any of his art. He doesnt make a stance as much as he just lives what he believes in — women as people, queerness as interesting, even institutions (military, industry) as exploitative. Especially the last point he neverrr talks about, but it’s an undeniable part of black parade and killjoys et al. But i never got that as a political statement or call to action or anything like that. Just an opinion he has that is a normal part of his life and informs his art.

It isnt like any of the influences u mention, since they have such a strong vision. Sometimes political like the Watchmen comic, sometimes apolitical like Bowie, but nevertheless mainstream revolutions in art. I know what you mean. But i dont think gerard (and others) withholds as much as he . Just doesnt have anything to say.

An example. Fans point to ProRev stage gay as a strong stance against homophobia. And the band members frame it this way sometimes. Some other times, however, they say it was a “heat of the moment”, adrenaline thing. Which I believe wayyyy more. impulsivity over intention. Doesnt mean they didnt mean it, but their lack of intent points to a lack of overall intent. Bowie did something similar, but in a different way that was & still is crazy.

The thing is, you can see the lack of strength in the lack of real influence my chem has had on music, at least so far. The only big artist i can think they’ve influenced is Billie Eilish, and in a way that’s more stylistic than musical. Even small artists are often extremely derivative rather than inspired. Pinkshift & glass beach are the only bands I can think of who were properly inspired by mychem. They were the last hurrah of popular rock, rather than a reshift or revitalization. Time will only tell whether anyone picks up the mantle 🤷🤷 Bowie influenced mcr 30 years later — Nirvana & Thursday 5. Who’s inspired by mcr?

I’m a very formalist person, I think, meaning I care about qualities more than the message, and gerard (and all of mcr) are just fantastic artists Intuitively. It feels good to listen to them. That is their strength. And that is very hard to recreate.

[telleroftime]

I have no idea what triggered this but I just got this image in my head of being some kind of mechanic stationed for the kart races and Bowser just absolutely falling head over heels.

You're all grimy and you've got grease on your face but you're still all smiley and happy to be helping everyone get ready and you even offer to help his kingdom when one of his mechanics gets a nasty injury while working. You're off on the side helping Junior with his parachute or fixing new wheels on Ludwig's kart and he's just stuck staring.

The paparazzi are taking pictures of you being all friendly with the kids and pictures of Bowser's heart shaped pupils. You're completely oblivious until the paper comes out the next day.

I love this - I love this so much. And now to turn it into a little blurb of sorts --

You already had such a busy day. You're working for your kingdom, looking over statistics when you overhear that the Koopa Kingdom's lead mechanic was injured. The races are already half way through, and if the mechanic is gone, having left behind a very frantic and panicked and stressed set of technicians, that would mean a near-definite forfeit for the Darklands. Your team appears to be doing fine, and after going through to the event organisers you get a temporary station with the Koopa Kingdom.

And you work hard to get all of the karts up to top shape. Kamek had heard of your little switch and observed you work. He had been constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure nothing foul was at play and he found no malice.

You end up all sweaty and grimy, covered in oil and grease with a little bit of a sore throat from calling out to the Koopa Kingdom's technicians over the sound of the engines, and it's in that state that Bowser finds you.

He had finished dealing with the injured mechanic, making sure they were okay, and expected to return to a dishevelled team of technicians that would end with him and his kids racing in subpar equipment, lacking all of the quality checks they all needed to remain safe in such a dangerous tournament. He wouldn't have let his children back on the road.

But that's not what he came back to.

All of the karts seemed to be ready and the technicians were taking a break. They were chatting with one another and when Bowser looked to them with a questioning stare they nodded towards you.

You, as exhausted as you were, were engaging with the kids. Most were looking through their karts. Iggy was standing by your side as you worked and Junior was giddily trying to get your attention. Even as you worked you made sure to answer their questions.

And Bowser was shocked, but most importantly he was curious. Who were you and what were you doing here? Why was someone who, based on your clothes and their colour, was not part of his kingdom. Nowhere on your uniform did he see his emblem, his family's crest.

It only took Kamek explaining the situation to get Bowser's tail to start to sway, bordering on outright wagging.

He watched you from a distance, seeing how patient you were when you talked to his children. How friendly your eyes were when you instructed the Koopa Kingdom's technicians on what to do.

He wanted to walk up and strike a conversation, to let his charisma carry him and to gain your attention. But he also didn't know what to say or do exactly. He just stood there, staring.

And then when you came up to him, asking him for help with something heavy, polite in your words due to his title as king, he could swear if his heart would beat any harder he would faint. Of course, he helped, but he was silent. The most he managed were mumbles and grunts in response to whatever you were saying.

He was instantly charmed and he wanted to do anything and everything to get to know you better.

...

Bonus points if he keeps on trying to get Reader to join his technicians and kingdom permanently.

[vivalioo]

heyy! hope you're having a good day so far! i was wondering if i could have some headcannons of the stardust crusaders reacting to the fem! reader who's stand powers are mostly based on dreams that she had in the past? forgive me if this all is confusing (i've never really thought deep into a made-up stand power before 😅), but basically, whatever happens in a particular dream (ex: a person slips and falls on the floor), as long as the reader can remember certain details or events, when her stand touches a person (doesn't even have to be a punch, the stand could literally poke them for a brief second if it wanted), that person will be affected (as stated in my example: a person slips and falls in the reader's dream? the affected person will also slip and fall). however, the funny catch is that the reader tends to have strange dreams (some range from "ok, well that was weird" to "WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?! DID I ACTUALLY DREAM THAT?!"), so the weirder/intense/funnier the dream, the more powerful the attack is. sometimes there will be moments where a stand user is defeated in the most hilarious way, which always leaves the reader laughing her ass off at the end of the battle LMAO. apologies again if this all sounds confusing! feel free to change some things up if you want to :) ty! <33

@klvbxlove

This is my first time writing headcanons for characters so I thoroughly enjoyed this, especially because this idea was so fun, thank you for requesting! I hope it's to your liking ^^ I also hope you don't mind me tagging you just to make sure you see this! I know sometimes questions I ask don't give me notifs when people answer lol

No warnings needed I don't think except uhh the reader's gender isn't mentioned because of 2nd person pov, and this is mostly platonic but Polnareff's section has a flirty comment because c'mon it's Polnareff. OH and no Iggy :(

Jotaro Kujo

-Jotaro is still relatively new to the whole situation regarding stands, and although he had thought he'd seen it all by now boy he couldn't be more wrong!

-I think he'd definitely be skeptical of the nature of your ability at first. You're practically able to change fate itself with a simple touch of your stand, it isn't until he sees it in action does he really start to accept how weird but strong the power can be

-Even if he won't admit it he's definitely curious if you've had any dreams involving him lol. Once he starts to believe your ability he'll grumble out something along the lines of "Keep that damn thing away from me" in fear of getting into an embarrassing accident as a result of the dreams

-If your stand happens to swoop in and save the day with some freak occurrence that rivals the likes of Joseph's most ridiculous plans, he's left in disbelief and tries to hide it by pulling his hat down and saying his most famous catch phrase. Expect to hear "Good grief." Every time your stand helps to incapacitate an enemy.

Noriaki Kakyoin

-Kakyoin is very polite when approaching the topic of your stand ability

-He's fascinated with the idea of you being able to control someone's fate in such a way, and is one of the ones who sees the most potential in this stand

-He'll try to protect and lead you in battle more often than not, because he also recognizes that this ability is not really suited for combat. Which is very sweet!

-He doesn't pressure you but definitely makes it known that he'd appreciate any heads up for any dreams that involve him. He doesn't really want to make a fool of himself anytime soon

Jean Pierre Polnareff

-Polnareff is like the second most fascinated with the nature of your stand, he's definitely curious if any of your dreams happen to mention him too. -He'd somehow find a way to make a witty one-liner out of the situation, it's just in his nature. "Ah, so you've been dreaming about me have you?"

-If you decide to tell him of any embarrassing fate that might befall him that day he'll kinda blush a bit and subconsciously shy away from you and your stand's touch while saying "O-oh? Is that so?"

-Please forgive him he's had enough embarrassment on this trip. Mans is traumatized lmfao

Muhammad Avdol

-Avdol, being a fortune teller himself, is probably the one most fascinated with your stand ability! He'll enthusiastically encourage you to tell him of your dreams every morning, so much so that it becomes routine

-He'll always thoughtfully and politely nod along, strategizing about how your premonitions can be used in battle against enemy stand users

-He gets embarrassed if any of your dreams involve him, especially if it's something silly. He feels like he has to apologize for you seeing such an uncharacteristic display

-He will definitely give a hearty chuckle about anything else you tell him about the crusaders though. You've seen how mischievous he can be at times, if it's something non life threatening he'll even subtly encourage you to touch them with your stand. It's like a little inside joke you both get to be on!

Joseph Joestar

-If there's even a mention of himself in your dreams you bet your ass he wants to know every detail! If it's something funny/ridiculous he'll sort of scoff and hide his embarrassment, claiming that such a thing would never happen to him!

-Until it does.

-He'll never get used to seeing this ability in action against enemy stand users, like Jotaro he might even be skeptical and teasing/condescending about it at first (because that's just how he is), and has never been humbled so fast than when you cause some sort of terrifyingly hilarious fate to befall someone

-After that he's like a persistent child, constantly inquiring about your dreams and abusing your stand's power to the fullest, especially to help him out of a tough spot

-He'll get a bit ahead of himself, so you'll have to remind him sometimes that your ability works in a specific way, and no you can't make something happen to an enemy naturally because they're kicking yall's ass in battle lol

[camels-pen]

Stand name: [ Death ] (wait no that's taken-)

Summary: Polnareff finds a boy bleeding in alleyway. And he is definitely not a local.

For @dp-crossover-angst-week-event Day 3: bleeding out in an alleyway - Jojo's Bizarre Adventures: Stardust Crusaders crossover

Ao3 Link

“Iggy don’t chew on my boots!” Polnareff shook his foot, dislodging the stupid mutt. Iggy growled and turned, kicking up a wave of sand all over him. “Seriously?! You’re using your stand for that?”

Iggy laughed and trotted away as Polnareff scrambled up to wring his dumbass little neck.

As he passed an alleyway, he paused a moment, something bright catching his eye.

There was a kid, sitting in a pool of green and red juice. Seemed he got some spilled on his side, the way he—

Something blue and wispy slipped from his lips. 

“Silver Chariot.” Polnareff's stand appeared, rapier pointed at the kid. 

The kid’s breathing stuttered. His eyes were glued to Chariot’s rapier. Polnareff frowned. “So you are a stand user.”

The boy squinted at him. “A what?”

“A Stand user.” He pointed to Chariot. “This is a stand.”

“It’s… not a ghost?”

“No.” Polnareff walked closer, covering the mouth of the alley. Chariot moved with him, the tip of the rapier practically touching the boy’s nose. “Sorry kid, but I’m not taking chances. Bring out your stand and tell me what it does.”

“Uh, I don’t—”

A bead of blood welled up where Chariot’s rapier was pressed against the skin. “I’m not asking.”

“Seriously, I don’t have one of those,” the boy said. “I’m good at standing, but I don’t have a stand or whatever.” Nervous, but not about the sword. He didn’t look for an exit, didn’t shake or yell or cry. The closer Polnareff looked, the more he noticed he was tense from whatever injury he was putting pressure on, rather than covering up a juice stain. 

He moved as if he didn’t care about the threat of injury to his person. The only sign he was even bothered was how he kept shifting his eyes to anything other than Chariot’s body.

No, he wasn’t nervous of Chariot. He was nervous of Polnareff.

Polnareff bit the inside of his cheek. He looked like he was Sherry’s age, before she…

The boy hissed, pressing his side harder. Chariot moved with hardly a thought, aiming to slash his cheek for a little scare.

The boy lost all colour for a moment, the sword passing through him without any resistance. Then his body started to get fuzzy around the edges and he cursed, bending over. “What the hell? It shouldn’t hurt—” he choked on his words as the fuzz was pulled off his body and solidified into a gray ball. The ball shifted and stretched until it took on a humanoid shape. 

The boy’s stand.

“Name?” The boy kept staring at his stand. Was this the first time he’d manifested it? “Kid, what’s its name.”

His eyes flicked to Polnareff then back to his stand. With his free hand, he tentatively poked it. “...Death?”

“Nice try, but we already met Death Thirteen.”

“Death Fourt—”

Chariot raised his rapier.

“Alright alright.” The boy held up his hand. His stand mimicked him. “But uh, shouldn’t you introduce yours first? It’s only polite.”

“Fine, this is Silver Chariot.” Polnareff shifted the rapier to the boy’s stand. “Now, name.”

“What is that a band?” he mumbled. “Uhh, shit, I don’t know. Fall Out Boy?”

“And what does it do?”

“Normal stuff, like playing video games or—” the boy coughed harshly, fresh blood running down his side. “Not that this isn’t fun, but are you done yet? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” His stand gestured at his wound, which the boy was now pressing both hands against.

The pool of blood-and-something under him was getting alarmingly big.

Ah, fuck it. Polnareff might regret this later, but if he did, well, there was nothing he couldn’t solve with Chariot. 

“How about we start over?” He crouched down, holding out a hand. “I’m Jean Pierre Polnareff. You?”

The boy’s stand pulled closer to him. He tensed far more than when Chariot was threatening him. 

“Come on, I promise I won’t bite. Though Iggy might when you meet him.” The boy’s brows furrowed. “He’s the dog I’m stuck babysitting right now.”

“You have a dog? Is he another ‘stand’?”

“He’s not a stand, just a pain in my ass.” And probably stealing some poor sap’s dinner, wherever he’d run off too. “Er, but he’s kind of cute when you give him a treat. Especially coffee gum.”

The boy watched him, tense and wary.

“I can get you something for that injury too. I’ve got cash and know the local language.” 

“How do you know I’m not—?”

“You’re speaking fluent American English and pale as a sheet.” The boy glared, as if wanting to throw the words back at Polnareff. “I’m not a local either, but I understand them. Can you?”

The boy pressed his lips to a thin line. “And don’t try to be tough, just accept my help before I change my mind.”

The boy turned away, grumbling that he could figure it out if he tried. Barely a moment later he sighed, slumping further against the wall. Fall Out Boy shook Polnareff’s hand.  “Danny.” He started to sway. “If you turn out to be a kidnapper I’ll… scream….”

Polnareff caught him as he passed out. He got a good look at Danny’s wound too. 

“Tough kid, keeping quiet with pieces gouged out of him.” He hoisted Danny into his arms and started walking back to the others. Iggy would sniff his way back when he got hungry. “And it’s rather bizarre…” He looked over his shoulder.

“Why is his stand still here when he’s unconscious?”

[iggysmice]

as an autistic kid who had a SpIn in the American Civil War (1860-1865) when I was 17, I actually agree with the Surpreme Court that we shouldn't let Colorado keep Trump off the ballot because traditionally saying states can do whatever they want has Ended Poorly for us as a nation.

[jayden-killer]

He does not lie!

Hello, hello, hellooo!! I know, i know, i disappeared for, like, 2 months or so. UNIVERSITY HAS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME MY FREE TIME, and that sucks. I also did not have any ideas, so you see, my inspiration went away with my time, too. I hope to bring more content from now on because i really want to. I hope you fellas enjo this Kakyoin one-short, basically based on a recent dream i made (THAT FELT SO REAL WTF)!

Warnings: none, pure fluffness!!

Paring: Kakyoin Noriaki × GN! Reader.

°~°

Wind was blowing in the now cold desert. Chills travelled on my arms, making me uncontrollably shiver. The fire helped, but not totally. I led my gaze on the men around me: Joseph and Avdol were discussing something I didn't really recall, as for Jotaro and Polnareff... well, it was just Polnareff talking, while Jotaro took mental note of everything he was saying (or maybe he's pretending to listen to all Polnareff's rambling). You know, those one-to-one conversations. Iggy was comfortably sitting by a rock, peacefully sleeping, until someone was calling out to me.

–Hey, Y/N. Are you okay there, little one?–

It was Joseph's voice that snapped me out of my thoughts. I nodded, giving him a thumbs up to signal that i was actually doing fine.– I am, old man!– with that, he ruffled my hair.

–That's better!–

–Want a tangerine?–

It was Avdol now. I took from his hand the fruit and smiled politely. –Thanks, I was getting a bit hungry, again, even if we ate.. two hours ago?–

–It was forty minutes ago– Avdol corrected me.

–Jeez, I'm losing track of time!– I laughed at my own joke, and Joseph laughed along me while Avdol chuckled, shaking his head.

The conversation between us died, and i let myself focus on peeling the fruit, even if I could swear someone's gaze was on me. Lifting my head with curiosity, I see it was Kakyoin who has been watching me until our gazes met. His cheeks tingled with little pink, smile slightly curving up. He waved at me: it was just a simple gesture, yet i found it to be adorable. I waved back, smile on my face seeing his. He did a gesture with his hand, signalling me to come next to me, followed by a ``Do you mind sitting next to me?´´ mimicked.

I giggled. He was definitely inviting me to make him some company since Polnareff and Jotaro were too lost in their conversation. ``I would love to! I'm coming´´ I mimicked back. Joseph and Avdol didn't notice my absence once I started to walk to Kakyoin. He moved a little so I could sit next to him, now closer to the fire. I could hear the creaking noise made by the flames and his hot breath barely some inches from my face. He was so tall even seated!

We didn't move a single muscle, as for the words. It was just our eyes speaking. He kept his gentle smile on.

–Did you eat your tangerine?– he finally spoke. I was snapped away from my thoughts. This led me to break eye contact between us. I did not know how much we kept looking, but it felt like paradise!

Words died in my mouth. The fire lights made him look like an angel. I could be mistaking him for one!

–Well, Y/N?–

Please, say my name with that angelic voice of yours once again, and I may die peacefully once and for all!

–I was, until you called me to come here. Why thought?–My fingers kept peeling off the fruit's skin, waiting for his answer.

–I enjoy spending time with you–.

Again, my gaze met his. He turned his head, watching the fire's flames now dying little by little. –Although we have not spoken so much since we left Japan, I sincerely want our bond to be stronger. I find your company to be... comforting–.

I kept listening to his words.

–Somehow, you remind me of my mother–.

–Do I?–

–You do–He chuckled, –and I don't certainly lie!–

–Oh well, I said, throwing my hands up, –if you say so!–

Our laughers filled the space around us. I was really glad about Kakyoin's words. I know he wasn't lying at all. After all, he was a sincere man, frank, but sincere. That made him more... him!

–The fire is dying– He pointed out. –You should get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a long day–.

–I know. Cairo's near– I finished for him.

–Good–.

Our conversation was followed with silence, and i couldn't help mìbut fidgeting with my hands. –I'll go to sleep, then–. I stood up from the sand and went over to reach my sleeping bag. I didn't notice it before, but it seemed Joseph and Polanreff were already snoring. Damn it, now it'll be harder to fall asleep...

–And Y/N?–

I turned around. He, too, stood up and let his hand touch mine. His eyes travelled from my eyes to my lips, then cheeks. I could tell he was uncertain. –I didn't wish you goodnight–.

It was soon followed by a sweet kiss, right on my left cheek. I knew i was turning red, and that only made his smirk grow wider, but oh god! He had no right to make me so flushtered! I wish I could have wished him a good night, too, but that man walked away from me before I could. Was this a way to hide his embarrassment? I do hope so. I might be shy or clumsy, but his shyness can't be hidden. He can't lie.

[carlzy-berryz]

Part 2 of my au stuff!!

It's basically more about my oc but with some Koopaling headcanons this time ^^

Lemmy and Wendy!!

She doesn't interact with Lemmy that much, but when she does she gets questions like...well THAT XD. So she tends to steer clear of him (not in a mean way just cuz its awkward sometimes)

However, she spends a lot of time with Wendy since they're the "only girls". Wendy has a crush on Hazel but she's completely oblivious XD (Wendy's crush doesn't mean much tho, since she falls in and out of love very easily..)

I'll put the rest under the cut if anyone's still interested ^^

Iggy and Junior!!

Like Lemmy, she doesn't talk to Iggy much at all.. They kinda act like a freak around her.. that's probably why... They are OBSESSED with her hair for some reason and constantly asks her if they can use her pendant for "experiments"

She runs into Junior quite a lot, they don't talk about much but she's been asked several times if she's his mother, she politely says no, but Jr's a bratt and doesn't like people saying no to him... That's where Bowser often steps in...

Roy and Morton!!

Her and Roy don't really "hang out" but he sees himself as more of a bodyguard.. Hazel doesn't mind, she's used to her dad being like that... Roy's pretty fearless but if there's one thing that terrifies him, its piranha plants!! XD (even baby ones)

She sees Morton quite often, they go walking in the forests, and when I say they have a lot to talk about I mean A LOT (well mostly Morton but she doesn't mind listening she finds him interesting) XD) They're out there for hours sometimes!!

Larry and Ludwig!!

(She's the closest with these two, she's more comfortable with them. Totally not cuz they're my favourites...)

She's seen with Larry a lot and he likes to show her video games (mostly Minecraft) She doesn't really get it but she thinks it's cute xp. And she kinda sees Larry as the little brother she never had..

She's also seen with Ludwig a lot, (she trusts him the most) like I said before, they often train together and Lud's pretty patient with her. They also share common interests, like music and reading!

That's about it really, just wanted to Share how she gets along with them!

[eminsunnytoons123]

The teppums Show gang characters!!

Part 6, 7 And 8!

Heres Asher the sheep/lamb And insane axel redesign ^///^

And also i'll post the other few parts either later or tommorow! =^_^=

Now some info about them:

Elias the Alligator - Elias the Alligator is Clifford's teppum counterpart, he is an sassy, laid back, chill, hip And sorta sarcastic alligator Guy in the teppums Show gang and teppum hour gang, he is 24 years old like Clifford And he is bisexual And genderfluid. He is good friends dr Lips And lavi the King lion, theyre somehow like Brothers i can say. He plays the bass in the fresh Lemon band. His headcanon voice actor is Dave "Sasquatch" Ward, And his voice claim is Aldo from sitting ducks.

Cassie - Cassie is Vicki's teppum counterpart, she is an friendly, sweet, polite, kind-hearted And young girl in the teppums Show gang and the teppum hour gang, she is 15 years old like Vicki and she is pansexual. She is timrek's helper for the teppumtelevision, And she is like an big sis to Liam the miniature horse. Her headcanon voice actress is Cree Summer, And her voice claim is rayna cartflight from the buzz on Maggie.

Abram the semi laptop Guy - Abram the semi laptop guy is digit's teppum counterpart, he is an friendly, sorta confused And naive, laid back and Nice Guy in the teppums Show gang and the teppum hour gang, he is 25 years old like digit And he is bisexual. He sorta has a crush on Elias, but he doesnt Admit it to anyone, neither him. He is even half an Android, And he has an laptop on his chest And he can always Open it And use it. His headcanon voice actor is Jon Lovitz, And his voice claim is radio from brave little toaster.

George E. flyer - George E. Flyer is Waldo C. Graphic's teppum counterpart, he is an friendly, optimistic, enthusiastic, Nice And sweet hummingbird in the teppums Show gang and teppum hour gang, he is probably 16 years old like Waldo And he is pansexual And aromantic. He isnt really an digital flying animal like Waldo, beeny, nor Iggy, but George does like digital things. His headcanon voice actor is Alex Rochon, And his voice claim is Caine from the amazing digital Circus.

Liam the miniature horse - Liam the miniature horse is bean bunny's teppum counterpart, he is an sweet, cute, friendly, kind, Nice And optimistic miniature horse in the teppums Show gang and teppum hour gang, he is 13 years old like bean And he is genderfluid. Liam sees Cassie as his big sis, And they always hang out with each other. He always tries to help And he loves being cute to others. His headcanon voice actress is Tara strong, And his voice claim is Timmy Turner from fairly oddparents.

Berengar the gecko - berengar the gecko is Lindbergh's teppum counterpart, he is an friendly, sorta sarcastic, chill, Nice gecko Guy in the teppums Show gang and the teppum hour gang, he is 21 years old like Lindbergh And he is bisexual, he is dating ben the otter. He is interested in mechanism, And is a mechanican. His headcanon voice actor is Thomas Lennon, And his voice claim is Topcat from jellystone!.

Ben the otter - ben the otter is Leon lizard's teppum counterpart, he is an sassy, scamming, teasy, slightly rude And arrogant Guy in the teppums Show gang and teppum hour gang, he is 22 years old like Leon And he is bisexual, he is dating berengar the gecko. He is interested in hot macho men And bikini women on television And money, he even gets his ideas from Leon. And he is timrek's cousin, even tho theyre not the same species. His headcanon voice actor is Andrew Frankel, And his voice claim is fancy fancy from jellystone!.

Belladonna "Bella" or "Donna" - belladonna is Zondra's teppum counterpart, she is an rude, arrogant, ignorant And sarcastic gothic Lady in the teppums Show gang and the kapre television gang, she is 23 years old like zondra And she is a Lesbian And a demi-girl, she has a crush on fresh Lemon accordionist a.k.a Mackenzie. She is actually light tan Skinned but puts on the White powder on her face, And she carries an black umbrella with her. Her headcanon voice actress is Laraine Newman, And her voice claim is lacey ladybug from the buzz on Maggie.

Gunner the kapre - Gunner the kapre is Ubu the gorilla's teppum counterpart, he is an optimistic, tough, strong, sarcastic And friendly kapre Guy in the teppums Show gang and the kapre television gang, he is 25 years old like Ubu and he is pansexual. He is the leader of the kapre television gang, And he gets along with Ubu very well. Oh! And he calls belladonna "belladon". His headcanon voice actor is Ian Jones Quartey, And his voice claim is Rad from Ok K.O! Lets be heroes.

Arthur the game designer - Arthur the game designer is chip the IT guy's teppum counterpart, they is an ignorant, arrogant, sarcastic, but an friendly And helpful Guy in the teppums Show gang and the kapre television gang, he is 23 years old like chip And he is bisexual And a Demi-boy. He is very interested in designing games And sometimes even playing them, And he gets along with chip very well. And he is the only chip the IT Guy counterparts go not Wear glasses. His headcanon voice actor is Donald Glover, And his voice claim is Marshall Lee from adventure time.

Tiana - tiana is Skeeter's teppum counterpart, she is an sassy, tough, friendly And sarcastic girl in the teppums Show gang, she is 17 years old like skeeter And she is a Lesbian, she is dating Emily the Cheetah. She is Travis' big sister, And she knows his crush on Zane, so she likes teasing him about it. She likes roller-skating, skate-boarding, but even reading magazines And sometimes do makeup, And she is an acrobat like Hector And likes doing acrobatic tricks with him. Her headcanon voice actress is Tara strong, And her voice claim is Dawn Swatworthy from the buzz on Maggie.

Madame gerbilsy - madame gerbilsy is miss mousey's teppum counterpart, she is an flirty, sassy, friendly, sweet And caring gerbils Lady in the teppums Show gang, she is 26 years old like miss mousey And she is bisexual, she is dating monsieur gerbilso. She even danced with timrek in the teppums Show scenes called "dancing with the teppums". She is from France And has an squeaky french accent. Her headcanon voice actress is Maria Darling, And her voice claim is Cici from roary the racing car.

Insane Axel - insane Axel is crazy Harry's teppum counterpart, he is an Crazy, insane, wild, psychopathic And enthusiastic Guy in the teppums Show gang, he is 25 years old like Crazy Harry And he is pansexual, he is dating Raphael abadie. He is insane over grenades! And he even has his Apple Bois like how sir pentious has his egg boiz, but Axel uses his Apple Bois for his acts on the Show. His headcanon voice actor is Alex Brightman, And his voice claim is sir pentious from hazbin hotel.

Asher the LAMB - Asher the lamb is Robin the frog's teppum counterpart, he is an sweet, friendly, cute, optimistic And enthusiastic lamb in the teppums Show gang, he isnt 5 years old like Robin, he is infact 7 years old like Rosalie. He is the nephew of timrek And he likes being with him, And he even likes being with Robin to be his play mate or someone to play with. His headcanon voice actor is Gudmunder Thor, And his voice claim is Ziggy from lazytown.

Madame Li-Li - madame Li-Li is foo-foo's teppum counterpart, she is an cute, friendly, adorable, And playful kitten in the teppums Show gang, she is probably 5 years old like foo-foo. She is one of madame camela's cute And sweet pets, madame Li-Li doesnt chase mouses, rats, Gerbils... Nor any small animal. She likes playing with ball of wools. Her headcanon voice actress is Lori Ann Mahl, And her voice claim is Bunny from courage the cowardly dog.

Journalist man - Bobby huxtera, or also knows as the journalist man is newsman's teppum counterpart, he is an polite, akward, friendly And sorta sarcastic Guy in the teppums Show gang, he is 27 years old like newsman and he is bisexual. He always does his journalist stuff, but he always gets bad luck. And he is a vegetarian. His headcanon voice actor is Tim whitnall, And his voice claim is Plugger from roary the racing car.

I'll post the other few later =^_^=

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[pinkpoweredpunk]

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[ATTACHED: A video. Blake is seen at the breakfast table, munching down on an omelet and some bacon while King is seen sitting off to the side, bathing in the early morning rays filtering through a nearby window.

There's a small snort, and Blake looks down to see a Tepig pawing at their feet with its tiny hoof. They freeze, and quickly drop the piece of bacon they'd been taking a bite out of before reaching down to scratch the little fire type between the ears.

"Morning to you too Iggy," they chuckle, and the piglet squeals, satisfied with the received affection before it darts back off to the living room. Blake has a half-smile on their face as they watch immediately engage in a play wrestle with Bianca’s Oshawott, but it drops when King gives them an unimpressed huff.

"What?" They turn to the Snivy, whisper-shouting. "I know it’s probably Lechonk or Grumpig meat, but I still don’t want him to see it!”

King gives a snort of her own, and Blake just rolls their eyes at her before going back to their breakfast. Not long after, you see Professor Juniper take the seat across from them, cup of coffee in her hand and a Minccino on her shoulder.

"Good morning Blake," she greets the young trainer after taking a sip from her mug. Minccino chitters, hopping down to go dust the corner of the table with its tail. "Sorry, you didn't want coffee too, did you?"

"Nah, it's fine, I'm not a coffee person," They raise a hand in polite decline.

“Alright,” Juniper nods, setting her mug down as she leans both arms on the table with this anticipated sparkle in her eyes. “So! You, Cheren, and Bianca all plan to set out soon?”

“Cheren suggested leaving around noon, so yeah,” they reply, stuffing another forkful of egg into their mouth.

“How are you feeling?”

“Pretty excited,” they say after they swallow, but don’t add anything more than that. You can tell there’s some kind of apprehension in their eyes, something they’re dancing around, trying to hide.

It’s clear Juniper’s picked up on it, too. She relaxes a little, continues to press. “This is your first time going on a journey, right?” Something about her tells you she might already know the answer to that question.

“U-uh, ye-yeah,” Blake answers, sounding a lot more uncertain than they should. They avoid her gaze, eyes trained on their food as they prod it around on their plate. “Dreamed about it ever since I was a kid. Getting out into the world, meeting all kinds of people and Pokémon, all that… always been something I’ve wanted to do.”

The young adult sounds less enthused and more like they’re repeating something off a script. Juniper quirks a brow as she raises her glass to her lips again, before closing her eyes contemplatively.

“Is that so?” she hums, tapping a finger casually against her arm. “Because, well… something tells me you already have.”

They stiffen, and the facade crumbles away right then and there like clay. A laugh bursts from the professor’s throat at their reaction, one she quickly feels guilty about as she covers her mouth, grin still poking out from behind her fingers. “Sorry, sorry, you’re not in any trouble,” she clarifies, recollecting herself. “It’s just that, I was sure I recognized you from somewhere when I returned to the lab yesterday.”

“Uh- um-” Blake fumbles over themself, looking like a Deerling in the headlights.

Juniper retrieves her phone from her pocket, tapping and whisking through tabs before she arrives at the search page she’d been on the night prior when her curiosity had been gnawing at her. She holds it up, showing Blake a picture of themself in their younger years. They quickly recognize it as a photo from one of their old interviews. There’s a noticeable difference- their warm pink hair is longer, tied back in a messy ponytail, they don the signature sword and shield of the Galarian Champion symbol on their striped uniform, and overall there’s this boisterous energy to them that they don’t seem to carry in present day. Besides that, though, the resemblance is uncanny.

Blake withdraws into themself, cringing at the photo, but Juniper simply keeps her calm composure in an attempt to reassure them.

“See, when I realized it was an ex-champion so mysteriously taking the place of my third dexholder, I was pretty confused.” She chuckles. “I thought maybe there’d been some kind of mixup. See, just before we met yesterday, I’d just gotten off a call from my actual third student saying something important came up and he had to withdraw from the project. Then I come home, and Bianca runs up to me saying you were here.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” They inquire.

“Well…” Juniper begins, thinking over her words. “If I’m being honest, at first I thought you were some kind of replacement one of my colleagues got ahold of on short notice, but quickly realized that couldn’t be the case. Then I saw you going along so willingly with this random project Bianca and Cheren just roped you into instead of trying to back out and say they’d gotten you mixed up with something else, and wondered if you might be in some kind of danger.”

“Besides,” she goes on, standing up before strolling across the kitchen floor to unhook a photo from a nearby wall. She looks down at it with a fondness in her eyes, before returning to the table and sliding it towards them. “You’re not as much of a stranger to me as you think.”

Perplexed, Blake looks over the framed photograph, and their mouth starts to hang open a little as the pieces start to click together in their head. It’s a photo of what looks like a class of young children, no older than six or seven, gathered around what looks to be a younger Professor Juniper. They quickly pick out Cheren and Bianca from the group of children and then- themself?

“That’s me,” they gawk, finger landing on the kid with long, messily braided caramel hair with a missing tooth and light blue overalls. “This was-”

“Your kindergarten class,” Juniper finishes for them. “The one my father held in this very building.”

Blake looks around, like it finally sets in for them that they recognize the architecture, even if it’s been remodeled into a lab. “But-” they turn back, glancing between the photo and the professor. “How’d you even recognize me?”

“I didn’t at first,” Juniper admits with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “Pretty much everything about you’s changed- even your name. But I could never forget the face of my favorite student,” she adds the last part with a cheeky smile, reaching for her cup again. “You had a hard time fitting in with other kids, so you always went to me when you had a drawing you wanted to show off, or a story you wanted to tell. You certainly livened up the classroom.”

“That I do remember…” they say. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you, though. You were like, the one nice teacher I ever had.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t expect you to,” Juniper assured them. “You were six. Still, it’s nice to see you’re back in Nuvema again after all these years. If you don’t me asking, what exactly-”

“Wait!”

A shout from the kitchen’s entrance brings their conversation to a screeching halt. Rotom turns in tandem with the two humans it’d been recording before, allowing you to see Cheren and Bianca standing near the side of the archway leading out into the living room and main laboratory, the guilt of eavesdropping painted plainly on their faces. Well, Bianca’s anyway.

“Sorry professor,” the girl quickly apologized, shuffling into full view with her arms tucked close to her chest. “We couldn’t help but overhear and-”

“Blake,” Cheren cuts her off, shoving his way into the dining area with a start. “You’re a champion?!”

Blake flinches at his unusual increase in tone. “Uh, well, I- I was a few years ago.”

“No, no, not just any champion,” he blathers on, waving his hand about as he presses two fingers to the bridge of his glasses in exasperation. “The one that stopped the Dynamax crisis in Galar, and the terrorist group that tried to blow the entire Kalos region off the map?”

“The Darkest Day and the Ultimate Weapon,” they recall the disasters he’s referencing by name as they rub at the back of their neck, eyes averting to the back wall. “Yeah, those were both me. And my friends.”

“Woah…” Bianca’s eyes fill with awe as the full gravity of Blake’s past feats start to lay on her. “Blake… you’re not just a champion, you’re a hero!”

“Something of the sorts,” they mutter humbly, fidgeting with their glove.

“And you neglected to tell us this, why?” Cheren folds his arms, seeming much more cross about this revelation than amazed.

“It- it’s not something I just spring up randomly in conversation, you know,” Blake scoffs, growing more defensive by the minute. “That- that kinda stuff is sensitive…”

Noticing the tensions start to rise, Juniper quickly butts back in. “Now Cheren, calm down. I’m sure Blake wasn’t meaning to hide anything from us out of ill will. Besides, this is something to be excited about! With a trainer as experienced as Blake tagging along with you on your journey, you two are set for success!”

Cheren still seemed apprehensive, giving Blake this glare that was palpable with distrust. Bianca, on the other shared, shared Juniper’s optimism. “Yeah! Blake, you wouldn’t mind giving us pointers every now and then, would you? We’d love to learn from a trainer as strong as you!”

“Uh, sure,” Blake agreed without any reluctance, appearing a bit intimidated now that they seemed to be the highlight of the room, but open to the thought of acting as a mentor of sorts for the new trainers. “I’ll still have my own thing going on, though. I have King to train after all,” they reach over to give the Snivy in question a stroke on the head, which she leans into happily.

“Don’t you have other Pokémon?” Cheren asks. “Why are you bothering to go through the trouble of training a brand new one?”

“I have to admit, I’m curious as well…” Juniper says, but her statement seems to come more from a place of concern. “Are you starting over completely and building a new team from scratch?”

“Y-yeah, pretty much…” Blake confirms, hand resting on King’s back as she lays down in front of them for more pets. “All my other Pokémon are back home in Galar…”

“Why?”

The ex-champion bites their lip, shuffling in their seat a little. After a moment of hesitation, they decide it’s best to just come out with it all now rather than forging some flimsy excuse or topic change.

“My, um… my mom actually sent me here for school,” they explained, their eyes drawn on the faint leaf-like patterns in King’s hide rather than the faces of the three others in the room. “I’m supposed to be attending the university just down the road. It’s the one she went to when she was my age, apparently.”

They pause to draw in a deep breath, before releasing it in a heavy sigh. “I… really didn’t want to go. They don’t allow Pokémon there, and they’re a pretty… I dunno… strict place, I guess? So it’s all a bit too stuffy for me…”

Juniper frowns thoughtfully, tapping her finger once again as she gently urges them to continue, instead of instantly jumping to vilify them like one might’ve thought. “Why would your mother send you there of all places? It’s a very prestigious school, true, but it’s more suit for people who aren’t seeking a very Pokémon-related career. Lawyers, doctors, the like…”

“That’s probably the exact reason she picked it out,” Blake huffs, bitterness detectable in their tone. “She’s never been that… accepting of me being a trainer. She signed me up for all the art related stuff cause she insists she’s supporting my interests, but she knows I don’t wanna be a plain old graphic designer or- or whatever!”

“Then what do you want to be?” Cheren can’t help himself but ask.

“I don’t know!” Blake blurts out, throwing their hands up in exasperation. “I like art, sure, but it’s a hobby. I like Pokémon, adventuring and battling way more. Being a trainer was my only ambition as a kid… I just never figured out what was going to come after that.”

“Well, you became the champion, but clearly you gave that up,” Cheren noted as he leaned back against the wall behind him. “Usually that’s what most people who wanna be trainers aim for.”

“Yeah, but-” Blake sighed, plopping the side of their head into their hand. “I got overwhelmed with all the stress and expectations- eventually I realized it was the traveling and freedom I enjoyed the most. I don’t like staying in one place, I get antsy when things get… stagnant.”

“They do say that the journey is worth more than the destination,” Bianca chimes in, seeming like she’s coming to understand Blake’s point of view.

“So your solution was just… start over again and again until something finally clicked?” Cheren asked, more of an observation than a question. “Until you finally get bored?”

“I guess…” Blake mumbled, picking up their fork again to resume their now slightly cold breakfast. You can tell there’s something more on their mind, one last little detail their clinging close and safely to their chest. “It’s a bit more complicated than that…”

“A-anyways,” they continue, dismissing their previous statement. “My mom, she- she says I have no sense of direction in life. She thinks my love of Pokémon is- distracting me or something.”

“Well that can’t be true,” says Bianca, a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes for the older trainer. “You know what you want to do. You like traveling!”

“Yeah, but I guess she doesn’t want me to just- wander the world aimlessly forever…” they grumble, cheek squished against their hand.

It’s clear Cheren and Bianca aren’t sure what else to say. This situation seems to run layers deep, more than just a tiny disagreement between mother and child. They look to Juniper for an answer, but the professor seems quite deep in thought herself, pondering over Blake’s story so far.

“I know what you’re probably thinking,” Blake begins after swallowing another bite of their omelet. “Even if I don’t like it, it’s the responsible thing to just go back to the school and attend my classes like I’m supposed to… if you want me to go back, I will, I just-” they pause, face crinkling a little like they’re expecting the response they’re describing. “…I was desperate for an out, and when you said all that stuff about going on a journey and filling the Pokédex I just- it got me excited.”

“Honestly, I thought I was ready to hang up my adventure gear,” they huff sadly. “I… made a lot of good memories running around Kalos and Galar with my friends, sure, but I… also saw some… pretty messed up things. But- I think that was just the fear holding me back. Yesterday, when I saw King taking on that Tranquill like it was nothing- it brought the thrill back. It reminded me of what I loved so much about being a trainer.”

They stroke King’s back a bit more slowly now, almost in a way that makes you think they expect to lose her soon. The Snivy trills when she senses the shift in her trainer’s demeanor, raising her head to gaze up at them.

“Now hold on, Blake,” Juniper stands up from her seat, placing a hand on her hip. “I never said anything about telling you to pack it up and go home.”

Blake’s lips part a bit in surprise, and they straighten themself in their seat, anxious for whatever the Professor has to say.

“Objectively, sure, you may have been doing something pretty irresponsible,” She says, giving a stern nod of acknowledgement. But, it’s quickly followed by a lighthearted smile. “But- I don’t need to think twice about it to know there’s no one better fit to be on the Pokédex project than you. If the N.U wants you back, they’ll have to pry you from my cold dead hands.”

Pushing her chair in, she continues. “I have a few acquaintances over at the university- I can vouch for you and get you signed up for online courses instead. That way, you’ll still be able to fulfill your mother’s wishes and get out there and explore to your hearts’ content.”

Blake’s expression quickly transforms into a gawk of utter disbelief, and they stumble up from their seat to follow her as she leaves to retrieve something from the other room, leaving their forgotten plate of unfinished omelet behind. “W-wait, you’re serious?”

Cheren and Bianca exchange a hopeful look, and follow along as well.

“Of course I am,” Juniper affirms, walking over to a desk where she begins to tap away at a computer currently stationed there. “You have a Rotom phone, right? It’ll be a lot more convenient to have the regional Pokédex uploaded onto it instead of just giving you a physical one.”

After pressing a few buttons, and waiting for a loading screen to finish, she plucks a hard drive from one of the slots on the monitor and turns to drop it into Blake’s hand. “Here, let your Rotom download this onto its database. It should be compatible with the latest version of the Pokédex app, but if you experience anything glitchy or buggy, let me know and I’ll get it sorted out with the app developer in Paldea.”

“A-alright,” Blake picks the hard drive up between their fingers, before turning and holding it out to Rotom. The electric ghost accepts it excitedly, levitating the hard drive over with an electromagnetic pulse. You hear a click, and the footage is briefly interrupted by a pop up that says “New data for the Unova Region Pokédex successfully installed.”

The pop up disappears, and you see Blake’s face light up before they turn back to Juniper. “Oh my gosh, I can’t thank you enough professor, I promise I’ll-”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Juniper chuckles, placing a hand on their shoulder. “With you, Cheren, and Bianca all working together, I’m sure the pages of that ‘dex will fill up in no time.”

“Yeah!” Bianca agrees, her and Cheren coming up to stand beside Blake. “We’re gonna be traveling all over, so we’ll have more than enough time to fill it out!”

“We’ll all probably be taking our own individual paths, too,” Cheren adds. “So we don’t have to worry about missing any place along the way, either.”

“Yep! Remember, this’ll be a team effort,” Juniper nods as she reminds the three. “But- I also want you to do this for more than just the Pokédex. It’s not just different Pokémon you’ll find out there in the big wide world- you’ll encounter all sorts of different people and places, too. Different ideas, different backgrounds, different histories, different ways of life… it’s my hope that you’ll take in all of it, and approach whatever you come across with an open mind and willingness to learn. And I hope that whatever knowledge you get out of the experiences waiting for you, it helps carries you onward to whatever dream or ambition you seek to achieve.”

The three trainers nod in unison, silently letting the professor’s inspiring speech sink in for a moment. Cheren stands confident and self-assured, with a look in his eyes that tells you he’s known for a long time what he’s after. Bianca’s eyes brim with hope and excitement, like she’s never been more ready for anything in her life. Blake is more steady, with something reminiscent of nostalgia lingering on their features. They’ve probably heard a speech akin to this one before, during their earliest days as a trainer, and they take Juniper’s words in stride.

“With all that said…” Juniper finally continues, clapping her hands together. “Are you all ready to hit the road? It’s almost noon.”

“Oh!” Bianca jumps, and quickly scurries off in the direction of the loft. “I still have more stuff to pack!”

“Hold on, let me help you,” Cheren sighs as he tails after her. “You can’t just throw everything in, you’ve gotta pack it all neatly so it’ll fit!”

Blake gives a chuckle at their antics, shaking their head a little as they turn back to the professor. “Thank you again for giving me a chance,” they say, voice sincere with gratitude. “I won’t let you down, I promise.”

“I trust you’ll achieve great things out there,” Juniper tells them confidently. “Well, besides the great things you’ve already accomplished, anyway. Oh, and Blake?”

“Yeah?”

“Feel free to come talk to me whenever you like. I’ll be doing a bit of traveling myself to keep track of your guys’ progress- don’t worry, I won’t be all up in your business- but I’ll never be far if you or the others ever need me.”

Once again, Blake is surprised by the professor’s generosity- but they return the kind offer with an understanding smile. Lifting King onto their shoulder, they give the Snivy one last scritch before turning to go get their own things in order for travel. Rotom whirs, shutting off its camera to follow after them, bringing the video to a close.]

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[drawpaintwritemakethings]

draw things paint things write things make things, number 310 … not some broken thing

The end of the year is not the end of you. 

And once again a big NO THANKYOU to Christmas. It remains, in my mind, the most un-magical time of year. But at least it marks the *end* of the year, and these final weeks of grey, denuded non-time provide some wonderful cover for all sorts of perhaps-next-year-might-be-better fantasies. And in that spirit of yet-to-be-pulverized hope, here are some things I'd like to see the back of in 2025:

• Performers in their seventies still performing. Still prancing around some stage in Winnipeg or Kansas City. Does the *idea* of seeing an icon such as Iggy Pop in concert have some kind of currency? Perhaps. That is, until you realize that the man is seventy-seven years old. Still with the long hair. Still performing shirtless. I mean, his abdomen looks like a cat trying to escape a wet sack. When does this kind of atrocity stop? The concept of a graceful exit seems to have lost all traction (this not-letting-go seems to have infected the political class as well, but at least they're not trying to choreograph "Real Wild Child"). Even when that person, take Bruce Springsteen for example, is already wealthy beyond imagining (Forbes says Springsteen is a billionaire, which he disputes). Still singing about blue-collar problems. About rusted cities. Still needing the stage. When do we finally turn off the tap on the nostalgia machine? When will we allow the future to start happening again? But __________ is a legend, you might say. Okay. So how much are you willing to pay to see Nadia Comaneci squeeze herself into some leotards and fling herself at the uneven bars? Or maybe she can have a role in the next Marvel Universe movie?

• Media speculation as to what Trump will do in his second term. I can tell you the answer right now: everything and nothing, with ambient but relentless grift and random cruelty along the way. Otherwise, trying to predict what Trump will do is like trying to imagine what your recently paroled neighbour is building in his garage at three a.m. now that he's stopped taking his meds. Hammer, scream, repeat. Look, everyone has someone in their extended family, friend circle or neighbourhood that has gone completely Deep Space Nine. You stay away, as best you can, or at least keep things in large groups, and try not to look at whatever plastic surgery has done to their face. And never leave them alone with your kids. 

• Office Christmas parties. I don't dislike the people I work with. They're fine. I'd just rather not have lunch or drinks with them. To celebrate a holiday we're automatically assuming that I care about. Which I don't. Does this mean I am not a team player? Sure, if that's how you want to interpret it. But nowhere in my job description or collective agreement can I find the phrase "team player". What I can find is a list of duties and responsibilities, which is what I am paid for and prepared to do. No problem. These things have nothing to do with eggnog or Santa hats. 

• The celebrity oligarchy. Whatever happened to the shadowy billionaire, the cackling, behind-the-curtain type? Putting yourself at the front of the parade seems like a shortsighted strategy, especially in countries like America, which has about four hundred million guns kicking around. I get it that we just live in an oligarchy now, that end-stage capitalism is all about grotesque distortions of wealth and the absolute abandonment of fairness, but you don't need to be celebrated as well. You can pay people to do that. On your private island. Be the wizard, but stay behind the curtain. 

• Strikes that are only allowed to continue long enough that the workers get to miss a few paycheques. As someone who had to close his shop over Christmas, I did not enjoy the Canada Post strike. But I respect the right to strike. A strike is a lever that needs to get pulled when management floats the question, What happens if we just fuck around? Allowing a strike to proceed just long enough to start causing pain before ordering/legislating employees back to work is not really respecting the process. If you're always going to send the thing to arbitration, then just do so from the get go. Otherwise you're just undermining the collective bargaining process.

• My Gen Z kid yelling at me all the time. I don't know if you remember the fable about the grasshopper and the ant, but it tells the story of a grasshopper who fucks around all summer while the ant works to store food and prepare for winter (spoiler alert: things don't end well for the grasshopper). Well, you can guess who plays who in my house. Except in this version the grasshopper goes around yelling about how nothing is her fault and you can't tell me what to do and la la la I can't hear you leave me alone I can't take this stress I have a headache all my friends have a prescription I probably need one, too. Also tomorrow is pajama day at school. Again. And I need $40 for pizza. I saw some clip the other day about how parents are accompanying their Gen Z kids to job interviews and all I could do was nod and think, Yep, that's the logical end point of this thing. 

• Attempts at humour over fuck-ups. As a graphic designer I probably get more of my fair share of these, and I should be used to it, if not dead inside, but it still feels like a hot needle when the client emails something along the lines of, Bad news, good news! There's a tiny typo in the third paragraph of that poster you printed two hundred copies of last week, so we'll need to redo it. Again. Probably my bad. Sorry! The good news is that my cat has a very colourful, glossy bottom layer for his litter box now! LOL!

•  Gambling being everywhere now. Was there a vote on this? Did we decide, at some point, that we needed more gambling? Because I thought we had done the research and realized that gambling was a net negative for society. Addiction, bankruptcy, crime, psychological disfigurement, social alienation, domestic abuse, homelessness, suicide ... 

• Alcohol being everywhere now. Do I really need buy beer at the gas station? I understand this completes the smokes/beer daily double, but this feels very 1977. Again, who asked for this, exactly? I mean, the seventies were fun, in a certain shag-carpeted van kind of way, but they were also very dark, with most guys tapping out at sixty eight. 

• Grey Kingston. Can we just turn on the fucking sun already? Jesus it's like Dickens meets The Mist around here. 

• Professional football players celebrating every play like they just won the lottery or cured cancer. You're grown men, stop it. Stop acting like you're Captain America. It's gross. Especially if your team is 3-10, or 2-11, and you just ran for eight yards. Stop it. 

• The POV post. POV is point-of-view, meaning the perspective of that character. Which is almost always pretty obvious. Because the viewer can make that kind of mental leap. More of a small hop, actually. Using the POV captioning is like using voiceover in a movie, which most directors hate, because it means they didn't tell the story very well, or that some studio executive is worried that the audience won't be able to follow. 

• Etsy becoming bullshit. Or Etsy becoming a corporate shell of its former self. When I see Instagram posts from 'Etsy Trend Experts', talking about their Holiday Trend Guide and how to make everything in pastoral prints (read: cow patterns), or Drew Barrymore acting as Etsy's 'Chief Gifting Officer', I get pretty fucking angry. Because Etsy used to be a place where some talented weirdo in Sault Ste. Marie could sell handmade dolls she made in the likeness of the Golden Girls. It was a place for people with unique, original things. Not pastoral fucking prints. Not the fucking Pottery Barn. 

Alright, my apologies if this post was a bit expletive-heavy. I can get a bit Angry Elmo sometimes. Which seems to be going around. The fear/sadness/emptiness trifecta coming out in different ways. The other morning I watched a giant moustache bug going down my basement steps like a hideous Slinky. Later that day I had to swerve around a sea gull eating a pile of pancakes dumped on the street. These things act like glitches in the matrix. 

And it's easy, by the end of a very long year, to wonder what is left, what the damage is, not just out there in darkening world but for the defeated programs within. Just how much has been compromised within yourself. But you are not a broken thing. Certainly, anyone with a basic working knowledge of what is required for human utility (never mind flourishing) is exhausted and diminished from trying to function within the confines of failing and maladjusted systems adjudicated by professionally incompetent managers. Yet this is not an infection. I used to know someone who would not watch horror movies because, as she explained, "I don't want those bad things to get into my head." But she was wrong. They don't have to. So much of life is Plato's cave. The real world is your own, and you have carried it this far. You are not a broken thing. Just keep going.

Have a good holiday, everyone,  djb  

I can, with one eye squinted, take it all as a blessing.  — Flannery O'Connor

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