#let me liiiiiiiiiiiive

[killbaned]

girl help the niche youtuber drama continues to unfold and i am fucking TRANSFIXED

[starbuck]

the thing is, i know realistically that full time jobs take up a lot of people’s time, but that’s also hard for me to put in perspective while working full time AND doing school AND volunteering a bunch. Like. i very literally have no free time right now and the idea of ONLY working 40 hours a week sounds so luxurious to me… Like. imagine if work (that stayed at work) was my ONLY responsibility… if i could just come home and lounge?? unfair. obscene, even.

[hausofmamadas]

NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO | aka just gif dump of my madness about 1 measly scene

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For Narcoctober's Day of Visuals - Oct 6th 5th (posted on the 6th cause I generally suck and my life is a mess) leftover from Day 1's fic

Okayokayokay so I made so many extra gifs for my Benjamayo fanfic that were theoretically set aside days ago for the Narcoctober Day of Visuals (I know that much like “fetch” Benjamayo is not a thing but much like the legendary Toaster Strudel heiress, Gretchen Weiners, I am very much trying to make it happen) and legit thought the prompt was Oct 6, not Oct 5 but I already have an amnesty day post technically I haven’t gone to sleep yet …? So technically yesterday is still today regardless of the date...? and I can’t not share these bc LET ME DO TELL YOU, I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS INTERACTION FOR LITERAL YEARS NOW so without furtherado

The scene in question: Benjamin schmoozing at Dina’s wedding, shaking babies and kissing hands, spots Mayo and decides, fuck it- he’s in a good mood! Little social butterfly, precioso is feelin’ himself. It’s a wedding, love is in the air! Why not take a moment to go flirt chat with Mazatlan’s very own Camarón King of actual sex Not Giving A Fuck About Anything Pretty Much Ever, Ismael El Mayo Zambada and this is how it starts off. First, Mayo asks the waiter?/waitress? if the shrimp in the shrimp cocktail is fresh but manages to pose it in the most sexy way, it’s actually borderline disturbing just how fucking hot this man is asking about fucking shrimp of all fucking things then again, passion in one’s professional pursuits is pretty hot …? But like no, I really don’t think that’s what’s happening here

Then Mín, little pep in his step, La Reina del Baile, glowing even more than the bride herself, strolls up and basically is like, “Bish, that’s a spiffy new hat. You buy that with the money you made movin’ shit through my plaza? cause there’s more where that came from if you’re interested in a sugar daddy🤭”

At which point Mayo is lowkey like🫣 oh god, what do I say now. Is he trying to strong arm me, what’s the angle. I really don’t wanna start shit rn, I’m so full of shrimp, like ngl I don’t even think I could run away without making myself sick and he tries to keep things simpatico but like the extra mile he goes??? This sly mf is smiling at Mín in a way that resembles a little too closely how he smiled at the waiter/waitress. And sure, maybe we can chalk that up to just Mayo a ho. He a May-ho sry, I just– you know I set myself up to spike that ball and I couldn’t not no matter how bad it was sksksksks and Mín rolls with it, he does one of those blind-and-miss-it thousand yard stares which I will devote an entire gif set post to later bc he does it more than once throughout the show and it’s actually devastating and shoots his shot, “pero imagínate que no tuvieras qué”

So anyway, this establishes what? Mayo a May-ho, right. And Mín is lowkey liiiiiiiiiiiiving for this shit bc he thinks he’s got an in. And do you know what tf this savvy, spritely little Drug Lord Dilf-Nymph of Tijuana does????????? something Miguel would never dream of doing in a million years, not just bc he’s homophobic asf and deeply insecure about his entire general essence as a human being, but he doesn’t have a fucking f r a c t i o n of the affable, boyish charm that Mín does HE FUCKING FLIRTS RIGHT BACK. TAKE ONE GOOD GOTDAMN LOOK AT THE GIFS BELOW AND TELL ME HES NOT FLIRTING. YOU DONT FULL-BODY SCAN SOMEONE UP AND DOWN LIKE THEYRE THE FUCKING THANKSGIVING TURKEY AND YOU HAVENT EATEN IN DAYS UNLESS YOU’RE SEXING THEM IN YOUR MINDDKSSKSJWB I MEAMaaaan–

BUT DSKWJWJWIEIWJWJSB THE BEST FUCKING PART ABOUT THIS ENTIRE THING?????????? MAYO IS SO DOWN FOR IT. THE SHIT-EATING GRIN HE GETS ON HIS FACE LIKE MANS IS SO GODDAMN FLATTERED, MANS IS SO ABOUT IT, HES LITERALLY THAT GIRL DAFFYDUCK GIF, ALL BATTING HIS EYELASHES AND UNDRESSING SEDUCTIVELY, OKAY LIKE

WHERE IS THE LIE Spoiler alert: IT’S NOWHERE, THERE IS ONLY TRUTH OKAY and then Mayo does this real cute thing all appealing to the control freak in Mín, saying he likes to be his own boss, “no más que tú sabes” and all that AND THEN, AAAAAAND THEEEEEENNNNNNN FOLKS HE JUST. KEEPS. ON. MF. GRINNING. AS IF HE COULD GRAB MIN BY THE TINY LAPELS OF HIS TINY SUIT AND PLANT A BIG WET ONE RIGHT THERE ON HIM, RIGHT ON THE DANCEFLOOR IN FROMT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLELWKWJW W

and then he has to scramble for something else to say bc he knows good goddamn well that they've been making eyes at each other for far, far too long, so he's like "ohshitohshitohshit ohhhhh look there's Azul, the closest boner killer within reach besides Rayo hey, you know where home is!!!!!" AND THEN MIN, FUCJINGAKSJFNLKQJWELKJN DOES THIS WAY-TOO-INTIMATE HEAD NOD AND SMIRK, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR COMING TO MY PARTY ERM IMEAN DINA'S WEDDING, IF YOU'RE EVER IN TOWN GIRL CALL ME

NO BUT EVERYONE LITERALLY SHUT UP AND SITDOWN ALL FIVE OF YOU BCTTHENNNNSI;RAJQPO23IJRPOQJIWEFOH THE WAY MAYO SAYS CLARO, AND IT'S THE EXACT WAY I WOULD IMAGINE LIKE HOW HE'D GOODBYE LOVE PAT A ONE NIGHT STAND ON THE SHOULDER AS HE'S OPENING HIS FRONT DOOR FOR THEM TO LEAVE ???????? IDK IDKIDKIDKDA;WOJEF;AOIJ AND THEN THE LITTLE PRIVATE LOOK OF LIKE "idk what the fuck that was but I'm- y'know i really didn't hate it......"

it just- i mean i'm sure we're all in agreement that i'm insane but like what other conclusions am i supposed to draw in the face of this raw, objective evidence

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taglist: @narcosfandomdiscord, @narcolini, @ashlingnarcos, @drabbles-mc

[kythed]

i need tumblr to stop aggressively telling me to cover my acne

[lotusdelusion]

X-cuse u we’ve been personally attacked by one (1) line.

[ragingbookdragon]

Two Halves of A Whole Soul

Kotallo x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I liiiiiiiiiiiive! Enjoy! -Thorne

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“Where is he!” she demanded, shoving past the Tenakth guards who were standing in front of the medic tent. “Let me see him!”

One of them pushed back against her. “He doesn’t wish to be seen.”

“I don’t give a shit about what he wants. I want to see him.” she drew her sword. “Move. Or you will be moved.”

The man’s eyes went to her weapon and back to her. “You’d attack one of your own?”

She narrowed her eyes. “For the tribe?” shoving the tip of her sword to his neck, she added deathly quiet, “without question.”

They glared one another down, then he cocked his head up and stepped aside, letting her pass. She hurried into the tent and dropped her weapon, kneeling beside him.

“Kotallo,” she murmured, and he immediately looked away from her.

“I told them not to let anyone see me.”

“I am half your soul,” she frowned. “Let me see you.”

Before her hands could even touch his wounded arm, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in an iron-tight clasp. “Do not touch me.”

“Kotallo,” she worried, voice pitching up. “You’re hurting me. Let go.”

He yanked his hand away and turned from her. “Leave. I am not worthy for you anymore.”

“I do not believe that.”

“It is the truth. I am crippled. I cannot be of honor.”

“I love you, Kotallo,” she said softly, gently, as to not scare him and he turned his head down, gaze away.

“I am not worthy of it anymore.”

“Your worthiness to my affection isn’t decided by you.” She picked up her weapon and put it on her back. “When you finally come around to that, I will be among our tribe serving Hekarro. Where you belong too.”

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They watched as Hekarro walked off along the ledge and the many newest Marshals all turned to each other with prideful grins. Her eyes, however, were on the particular Marshal as he talked to their newest Noran Champion. They’d talked little since he’d return to the Grove, in fact, little interaction occurred between any of the Tenakth and him.

She turned away and followed Hekarro, standing with him in silence as they looked out over the arena. “He’s going with Aloy, is he not?” she asked, and the Chief nodded, eyes watching the various Tenakth soldiers stripping parts from the machines leftover from Regalla’s attack.

“He is.”

“A worthy battle to join in on,” she noted. “I wish him the luck of the Ten that he succeed in it.”

Hekarro’s voice took on an amused tone. “I’m surprised you aren’t going with him.”

“He hasn’t spoken to me since he returned from the Embassy.”

“Since when has that stopped you from putting your mind to something.” He glanced at her. “You are two halves of a soul, aren’t you?”

A shadow came over her face and she affirmed, “Until he remembers that I have no business with him.”

“Understandable,” someone said from behind and the two glanced over their shoulders to see Kotallo standing there, a calm look on his face; he looked at Hekarro. “May I have a moment with this Marshal, Chief Hekarro?” The Chief grunted low and approving and gave a nod to her as he left; Kotallo took his place beside her. “Your reasoning isn’t wrong.”

She gazed at the machines. “The mission Aloy is on…you will be joining her?”

“I will. I feel that I must.”

“Then go. I will wait for your return.” Feeling his eyes on her, she ignored them and added, “Her fight is something more than ours. I merely ask that you be careful and return safely.”

Kotallo turned. “You are still upset with me.”

She blinked and turned her attention to him, looking into his eyes. “No longer angry. But I am disappointed.”

“I shouldn’t have turned you away,” he murmured. “You are half my soul.”

“I am,” she agreed. “We are supposed to carry each other’s burdens.”

“I didn’t wish for the scrutiny of my status to be placed on you.”

“Kotallo, if all we are ever to have from our people is scrutiny, then I will bear it until the day we both die.” She reached out and placed her hand to his chest. “You are half my soul. I love you. I will not be ashamed of you. Ever. You are not something I can ever be ashamed of.”

He reached up and laid his hand over hers, warmth bled into the back of her hand, a strong pulse beneath. “While I no longer believe I am not worthy of your love for being this…I feel as though I am not worthy of your love for how strong yours is for me.”

She stepped forward and pressed her forehead to his, nuzzling their noses together. “It’s I who isn’t worthy of your love.”

“Nonsense,” he huffed with a love-filled smile. “You are worthy of all I have to offer.” He gently cupped her cheek, a solemn look coming over his face as he said quietly, “I love you, my heart.”

“I love you too, my soul,” she replied, leaning into his palm. “But I do believe you should be on your way to wherever Aloy’s base is. It’ll probably be a long journey.”

Kotallo pulled away with a nod and started off, only to pause and glance back at her. “Come with me?” he held his hand out to her in offer.

She gave him a fond smile and took his hand. “Aloy’s friends aren’t going to get much sleep if I come along with you.”

He halted, a scandalized look coming over his face as he spluttered, “My heart!”

“What?” she asked innocently, blinking at him. “I was talking about the fact that they’d be able to hear us sparring all the time. What are you thinking about?” At the look on her face, he scowled, cheeks beginning to flush, and he turned away, muttering something under his breath. “I’m sorry? What was that?”

“I said you’re a witch,” he griped, and she grinned.

“Perhaps…but you love me nonetheless.”

He eyed her from the corner of his eyes and smiled. “That I do.”

[so-true-jestie]

pov: you're watching the six the musical sunday matinee in the west end

... and suddenly the lights go out.

ok, back up a bit.

pre-show they were playing what sounded like the medieval version of woman like me (we stan british icons little mix)

then after what felt like an eternity the lights go out

there's smoke

the queens appear. one by one through the curtain.

'divorced... beheaded... died...' *the sound here actually sounds like a blade* 'divorced... beheaded... survived.'

the team who does lights at six needs a pay raise

'and today london we are LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE' HARMONIES baby. i transcended

actually, i think i heard an even higher harmony than usual -- might've been sophie!howard?

lights did come back around now and when i saw jaye'j, nat may paris, and lexi it was. indescribable. don't get me wrong i adore all the queens!!!! but i started with the original west end cast so it was literally a dream come true.

'listen up let me tell you a story' the little riff SLAYED ME

'my sleeves may be green' funny awkward moment there because we got cj!boleyn and no no no, those were not green sleeves. but i had green sleeves that day on purpose so i was living

sophie did the howard growl and let me tell YOU.

was there a script change i missed because she did 'prick up your ears, I'M the katherine who lost her head' not 'for'?

anyway at this point i was faint already

'LONDON! remember us from your gcses?' now i personally wasn't from this system but boyyyy do they know their target audience.

'the firmest' 'the fullest' i happened to be looking at nat!seymour here. what a gem

gonna be real with you guys i felt like the intro was a tad long. but it sets the scene and they were side-splittingly hilarious so

also i love LOVE that they intro the ladies in waiting and have the audience give them a hand. ladies!!! couldn't do without them. (my show was conducted by arlene!joan for anyone who was wondering!)

no way (jaye'j)

so we go into MARIA! give me a beat, and the queens were doing the head thing. and jaye'j!aragon has legitimately HUGE aragon vibes, like she's regal but also sassy as heck. and the way she does the 'give me a beat', she goes all soft and haughty for a sec

'i'll go' is so sad. and then immediately she jumps back into sass and cocks her head. what're you gonna do about it henry

the aragon ad lib run was So Cool what do you mean...

'ahhh donde esta my crown por favor' the amount of sheer satisfaction in that sigh. peak comedy

don't lose ur head (cj)

there's something about the tone that a lot of performers give boleyn. it's a little... nasal and positioned more to the front. icon

the sorry not sorry background dance had the part where they push their heads back into position and i really liked it

'are you... blind...' and cj!boleyn gestured to the whole of herself like... hello......

she did a hint of cockney and i thoroughly enjoyed that

the last chorus where they rock out and cj did the sorry NOT sorry high note/squeak?? the vibes!!! it sounds a bit like a cross between bratty child/rocker and i actually really respect that

'don't lose your head' BAM the lights hit and from where i'm seated wayyyy above the stage, ONLY HER HEAD IS ILLUMINATED BY BLUE LIGHT. I CAN ONLY SEE HER HEAD. do you realise how creepy that is

bonus: with feeling, 'catherine was a maaaassive --' cue everyone gasping and grabbing her. let the girl speak

heart of stone (nat may paris)

nat my GIRL

she sounded so broken... my heart.....

'i... i loved him' THE WAY she looked out at us. a little defensive. a little defeated. but standing firm. JUST.

her voice is so beautiful. the way it cuts through the silence. less is really more in this one

the high flip in 'truthfully'. angel.

'soon i'll have to go... i'll never see him grow' she smiles so sadly

'yeeeAAAAHHHH'

the choir in the last chorus is really good though

also i can't remember where the iconic 'oh boO HOOOO!!! bAbY mArY got the CHICKEN POX' etc all the way to 'when i wanted to hold my NEWBORN SON. i. DIED!!!!!!' line goes, but i DO remember aragon looking absolutely flabbergasted. and seymour going back to being all angelic. WILDIN

haus of holbein

what can i say yall you already know it was hysterical

'nine inches' in person is even funnier than the soundtrack

'but we cannot guarantee that you'll still walk at 40' remains MY FAVOURITE HOLBEIN LINE TO DATE. the sudden posh british accent. what.

get down (lexi)

'it was just...' *looks around tearfully* *heaves a sigh* *lip quivers* *grins* '... tragic.'

YOU KNOW lexi just owns get down do i even need to tell you

'WOOF'

get down choreo is elite. change my mind

'as he takes my fur' crowd went nuts for the red cleves costume. DANG.

the slow mo 'get down' where everyone flails in synchrony was really weird but it's so fun

the girl whom cleves picked to dance actually danced so hard she LITERALLY caused a sensation. like cleves ended up having to tell her to 'get down' i'm not even kidding you

all you wanna do (sophie)

k howard roast fest yall.

'jane. dying? of natural causes? WHEN WILL JUSTICE BE SERVED'

'catherine. surviving.'

as someone who's not often the tallest object in the room, a howard on the petite side is very much appreciated

yall know the song i don't need to tell you. the grabbing choreo before every chorus was actually very disturbing in person though.

'just mates, no chemistry' ahh love the british

chills when the lights went out. they had a single spotlight illuminating her head (like boleyn) except this time it was even more obvious somehow.

remember howard's head tilts up during the gasp so her eyeline was right at the grand circle where i was. and i don't think sophie moved or even blinked when we just BROKE OUT into applause. WELL. DESERVED.

i don't need your love (hana)

yoooo HANA!PARR GUYS. gonna admit i wasn't very much up to date on how good hana is but she was an INCREDIBLE parr. absolutely top notch, she had the vibes and the VOCALS? don't even get me started.

the bit where they're waiting for parr to start her 'song' and she's standing there awkwardly. yeah seymour held her arms up wayyyy beyond the part where parr refused to sing and cleves had to put her arms down for her.

also i'm pretty sure boleyn went 'you wot' off mic

so like hana's vocals are REALLY pretty... like she really suits parr... idk guys i have feelings about this

she's so sweet and stuff

also it was really funny how the queens collectively stood up and decided parr's song was a jam. it was so sudden. one minute they were sitting there and then they were like. yeah man this slaps.

AND IT SLAPPED YOOO. i really like hana!parr. idk.

six

'oh no, we should've thought of this before. then we could've done a FAKE COMPETITION... and COME TOGETHER AGAIN at the end...' 'but we CAN'T do that now...' *all six of them turn to look at audience*

'ok well that's it then' *everyone starts to walk away*

yeah i used to think it was strange how they went from wanting to yeet each other offstage to being besties in like an hour and a half tops

CLEARLY!!! THIS EXPLAINS EVERYTHING!!!!!!! wow

ok wait every time they have a section that's more speech than singing my memory gets SUPER jumbled

the part where boleyn brings the house down with her patriarchy speech. HOOOOOBOYYY!!!!

the bit where they don't know what to do with the show. and then they sort of stand around on their own at different parts of the stage. i feel like they stood there in silence for at least 2 minutes to the point where the audience was like...?..???...???????

when they do the slow bit where they pass along the line 'we're one... of a kind... no category...' and came together it was so sweet

EVERYBODY CLAPPED ALONG TO SIX

six is like my favourite song i think. there's so much joy in it

WE'RE SIX. the pose!!! yeah!!!!!!!!!!

CONFETTI!!!!!

megasix

got my phone out, i was going to want to film it

i wanted to get on my feet but also there were people behind me and i would've blocked 'em

I CAUGHT THE 'are you ready? london, HERE WE GO!' on film and my heart. that thing BURST

harmonies!!!

i tried to get a shot of each queen during her solo, but the lighting was nasty and i was too far away

i did get hana in the signature parr pose though! the one where she... gets down LOL when she's belting her bit

also the backups for boleyn are doing the head tilt which is swag

there was so much joy in this one too!!! and i got the ending pose woooOOOOOOO

i'm sososo happy i got to see six!!!

they are absolute angels

everything is put together with so much care. and a terrific sense of humour

anyway i adore this show and it really was a dream come true

thanks if you guys read till the end!!!! <33

[psychosistr]

Prince Nori- Chapter 2

Summary:  Kakyoin gets used to having Jojo around and finds himself growing more attached to the runaway boy day by day. However, all good things must come to an end at some point..

Notes: *rises from the ground* I LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! Thanks to everyone who posted such nice comments about the first chapter ^/////^ This is being posted as part of my "Halloween trick or treat" special where I'm posting many of my WIP's, so I thought I'd update this. Thank you all for your patience!

-First Chapter-

Jojo stays longer than what should probably be considered “a bit”. He ends up crashing at Kakyoin’s place for close to three weeks. It’s different for Kakyoin, living with another person again rather than just Iggy, but…he likes it.

Jojo is actually a lot of fun to hang out with. He talks when he feels like it, but he never feels the need to push conversation just to break long silences- a trait that Kakyoin is grateful for. He’s even more grateful for the fact that they seem to understand each other on a level beyond words, often predicting each other’s thoughts and actions with almost perfect accuracy.

He seems grumpy and stern at first glance, but Kakyoin quickly finds out that that’s just his default demeanor. Jojo actually also has a pretty good sense of humor, often giving that small smirk-smile and a quiet huff whenever Kakyoin tells him a joke; he even tells a few of his own, mostly with a sense of dead-pan humor that makes Kakyoin chuckle every time.

He goes outside with Kakyoin whenever possible, keeping his hooded cloak handy to cover himself so the people searching for him don’t recognize him. He can’t go with Kakyoin to school, but they do nearly everything else together- including stealing food. Kakyoin teaches Jojo all of his tricks from shoplifting to running from angry store clerks and police officers. By the end of the second week, Jojo’s gotten pretty good at it and is even learning his way around the alleyways and back streets so he can escape to the rooftops without needing much of Kakyoin’s help.

Even the mundane things, such as doing homework or finding change to visit the laundromat are much more entertaining with Jojo around. He’s pretty smart and offers Kakyoin help when he gets stuck on the rare problem with his homework, and thinks of creative ways to find loose change like using Star Platinum to lift up vending machines or tying a small magnet they found to a string and sliding it into crevices. Also, he always lends an ear to whatever Kakyoin feels like talking about, offering his input when appropriate but always listening even when he doesn’t say much in return.

Kakyoin finds himself enjoying Jojo’s company more and more with each passing day and thinks that maybe, just maybe, he might be starting to develop a deeper connection with him…

Unfortunately, everything comes to a sudden and abrupt halt one day while they are hanging out in a local park.

It’s sunset and they are enjoying the peace and quiet- it’s around dinner time, so most people have gone home for the moment and won’t be back until much later. They are seated under a large tree, just enjoying one another’s company as they watch the sun go down. They’ve grown comfortable enough around each other now that they sit with their shoulders touching, Jojo currently sitting to Kakyoin’s right with his hood down for a change and, by some miracle, they actually convinced Iggy to come with them, so he’s curled up napping in Kakyoin’s lap.

Everything was peaceful and relaxing- a perfect end to the day.

Kakyoin smiles softly while looking at the slowly changing colors of the sky. “I think this is probably my favorite time of day..” He comments quietly, not wanting to disturb the mood too much.

“Hm..because the sky is cherry red?” Jojo asks with that small smirking-smile of his while glancing at Kakyoin.

Kakyoin rolls his eyes with an exasperated but fond smile and elbows him lightly in the arm, careful not to move too much and risk disturbing Iggy. “Not everything I like has to do with cherries, you know.”

“Really?” Jojo questions while raising one eyebrow slightly. “Name one thing that doesn’t.”

Kakyoin is about to comment on the fact that he likes melon bread just fine…but..his mind comes up with something far better to say in that moment and forces him to say it before he even has time to register the words coming out of his mouth:

“Well, I like you.” His eyes widen instantly after he says it and his left hand quickly moves up to cover his mouth and his burning red cheeks. “!!”

Crap! Why did he say that?! Maybe he still had time to take it back! Yeah, he could back-pedal and say that he meant he likes having Jojo as a friend and-

“Hey, Kakyoin.” Jojo’s voice interrupts his train of thought and he looks up to see Jojo giving him that serious look that means he’s being sincere and honest with his words. Jojo then surprises him by taking Kakyoin’s right hand into his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I like you, too.”

Kakyoin feels his heart skip a beat and his face grow redder from both the contact and the look in Jojo’s eyes. “Jo..Jojo..I-”

Their attention is diverted from each other when Iggy’s ears suddenly perk up and his eyes snap open. “!!” He stands up in Kakyoin’s lap and looks at the sky, barking urgently in a way that clearly says “Crap! Get up!! Look out!!”

Kakyoin follows Iggy’s line of sight and sees what looks to be a falcon flying in a circle above their location. “Is that..a bird?”

Jojo looks up too and his eyes widen with the closest thing that Kakyoin’s ever seen to panic on his face. “Shit..they found me.”

He summons Star Platinum and Iggy calls out The Fool (Jojo told him the name of Iggy’s stand a while ago) as they all hurry to their feet. Kakyoin still isn’t sure what’s about to happen, but he calls out Hierophant Green as well, just to be safe.

As they prepare to run, though, a blonde man in what could only be described as “cowboy-style” clothes walks towards them with a slow, impressed whistle. “Gotta say, kid, didn’t think you’d give us THIS much trouble. A whole month- that’s gotta be a new record for ya!” He claps his hands in a slow, mocking way as he approaches. “Hate to say it, Jojo, but this is the end of the line- time to come on home.”

Jojo glares at the man, Star Platinum tensed and ready for an attack. “I’m not ready yet.”

“You talk as if you have a choice.” A female voice that is way too close behind them says.

Kakyoin turns his head to see who it is- a woman with tan skin and white hair leaning against the side of the tree that they were previously sitting under.

Damn it! Kakyoin had been too careless not to notices enemies getting so close!

He discretely begins having Hierophant Green unravel itself to form a perimeter of trip-wire like tendrils on the ground as both a means of detection and method of defense should anyone get closer.

“I don’t know who you are..” Kakyoin begins with a warning tone of voice and a glare that moves slowly from the woman behind them to the man in front of them. “But I’ll give you only one warning:” He raises his hand high over his head for dramatic effect and Hierophant Green finishes unraveling the rest of the way before its tendrils raise up off of the ground. The green strands snap taught, forming a perimeter net around the trio from all sides. “Take even one step closer to us and it will be your last.”

“Heh..pretty cocky for a kid.” The blonde man comments while holding his own hand out in front of himself. “Our orders were just to bring him back.” To Kakyoin’s surprise, a gun appears in his hand, aimed directly at Kakyoin’s head. “That means you’re fair game.”

He fires the gun and Kakyoin prepares to block the bullets with his stand, but Iggy beats him to it with a barked order to The Fool. “Arf! Arf!!” The Fool responds by turning into sand that follows the bullets’ swerving path to block them when they get too close. Iggy uses The Fool to continue blocking the shots that the blonde man fires while also shooting out small sand arrows to retaliate.

Kakyoin’s attention is soon drawn upwards towards the sky when he hears a loud screech from the bird above them. He looks up in time to see a strange skeletal stand appear by the falcon and several icicles forming before shooting down towards them.

“!!” He focuses part of Hierophant into a large enough form to attack properly. “Emerald Splash!!” A blast of emeralds shoot out from the Hierophant to intercept the icicle-missiles and try to take out the falcon above them. It succeeds in breaking them up, but more continue to fall- keeping Kakyoin on the defensive and preventing him from getting a clear shot at the bird. “Jojo!” He calls to the other boy for assistance.

“Got it.” Jojo responds, already aware of Kakyoin’s plan. He waits for Kakyoin’s next Emerald Splash attack and has Star Platinum grab a few of the emeralds.

The purple stand tracks the falcon’s movements with its keen eye sight, waits for the perfect opportunity, then spots it- a brief gap in the ice while it takes a moment to form new icicles. “ORA!!” The stand shouts while hurtling the emeralds with the pin-point accuracy and power of a military-grade sniper rifle.

The gems hit their mark- the falcon’s wing- dead-on and cause the bird to let out an indignant squawk as it is sent hurtling towards the ground. It manages to catch itself at the last possible moment and flutters down to land on its own stand, glaring hatefully at the green and purple spirits for forcing it down.

“We’ve grounded it for now!” Kakyoin calls out victoriously while prepping another attack. “Let’s take it out quickly then deal with the others!”

“I think you’re underestimating us far too much.” The woman’s voice says- once again far too close for comfort.

“Wha-?!” Kakyoin turns towards her voice and finds her standing behind him. “How did you get through my web?!” He looks at the perimeter he’d set up with Hierophant Green earlier and, to his horror, he notices a hole just big enough for her to slip through due to the amount he’d recalled to attack the bird earlier. “Damn it!” He turns the Hierophant’s focus on her and has his stand fire another round of emeralds. “Emerald Splash!!”

The woman seems pretty agile, able to duck out of the way and avoid most of the damage, only taking a few minor hits along her legs and back while retreating. She does, however, end up getting snagged on the green vine-like tendrils of Hierophant Green that Kakyoin pulls in closer and manipulates so that they wrap around her.

“Ngh!” She winces when she’s captured and the tendrils tighten around her. However, her expression quickly turns into a rather cruel smirk as she points down towards his feet. “Looks like you’ve already lost, brat.”

He looks down to where she’s pointing and sees what looks to be, oddly enough, an electrical outlet implanted in the grassy ground- his foot stepping on part of it. “An outlet?” He questions, knowing there shouldn’t be any out in this park at all.

Jojo sees it and scowls. “Shit, she already got you..” The chain from the jacket he wears under his cloak starts to rattle as it lifts slowly closer towards Kakyoin. “It’s starting already?” He looks at Kakyoin with a gravely serious expression. “Can you get us out of here?”

Kakyoin shakes his head, having already considered that course of action. “There aren’t enough surfaces for Hierophant Green to grab onto out here- we need to get back to the city.”

“Fine. For now-” He looks at the woman still being held captive by Hierophant Green. “Toss her- as far away and as hard as you can.”

Kakyoin looks at the woman with a smirk, clearly thrilled by the idea of putting the rude woman in her place. “With pleasure.”

The woman’s face begins to change from its earlier cockiness to an enraged glare. “Don’t you fucking dare, you pieces of-” The rest of her sentence turns into a scream as he reels back with Hierophant Green and hurtles her with all of the strength his stand possesses, her face turning into an almost comical depiction of anger. “SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!”

As she gets further and further away, the chain on Jojo’s jacket settles down once again. “We need to go- now.” He grabs Kakyoin by the hand and uses the other to pick up Iggy, the dog still engaged in its fight with the blonde man.

Iggy growls at first when he’s picked up, but settles down once he’s placed on Jojo’s shoulder to face behind the large boy. He’s still glaring at the blonde man and keeping his stand focused on blocking his shots as well as any ice that gets shot at them by the falcon’s stand. “Grrr..”

“I hate using the old man’s technique, but I guess we don’t have much of a choice.” Jojo keeps a firm hold on both of them. “This will feel weird, so close your eyes for a second.”

Kakyoin nods, unsure what Jojo is planning, but he trusts him and does as he’s told. “Got it.” He feels a strange sensation, like he’s being lifted, before he opens his eyes again and sees that they’re now outside of the park with Jojo still holding his hand and leading him down the street at a rapid pace. He stumbles for a moment before regaining his footing. “Huh?!” He blinks in surprise and looks around rapidly in confusion- he’d only had his eyes closed for a second! Did Jojo’s stand have the power to teleport?! “How did you do that?!” He asks while running with Jojo and keeping an eye out for their enemies following them.

“I can stop time.” Jojo replies while heading for a part of the city that was more dense with buildings.

“You can WHAT?!” Kakyoin asks, truly astonished. Jojo’s stand was seriously powerful!

“Stop time. It’s only for a few seconds, though, and the cool down period sucks..” He says right before he hears gunshots and a loud screech from the falcon. “Damn it..Iggy, cover us!”

Iggy barks in response, summoning The Fool again just in time to block more of those moving bullets and a few icicle missiles. “Arf!”

Kakyoin spots a building ahead and leads Jojo to it by their still held hands. “This way!” They round a corner near it and he calls out his stand. “Hierophant Green!” His stand reappears and wraps itself around Kakyoin, Jojo, and Iggy, quickly pulling them up onto the rooftop and out of sight.

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Down below, the blonde man is letting the falcon perch on his shoulders as he runs since its wings are still injured. He looks in every direction after going around the same corner their targets had and swears loudly. “God damn it! Where the hell’d they go?!” He tosses his hat on the ground in a fit of frustration. “Dio’s gonna have my head if we go back without that brat!”

The falcon shrieks something at him and looks upwards pointedly.

He looks up as well and whispers quietly. “Hm..ya don’t say..” A smirk appears on his face as he retrieves his hat from the ground and shakes off the dirt before placing it back on his head. “Come on, Pet Shop- they gotta be ‘round here somewhere!” He shouts loud enough to be heard from a distance before running off down the street.

The bird shrieks back in response, something like a smirk appearing on its beak as well.

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Kakyoin arrives back at the factory with Iggy and Jojo, using his Hierophant Green to get each of them inside. “That was a close call- are all of your family’s servants stand users?”

“Just the high-ranking ones.” Jojo replies as he lands on the other side of the window. “They all work for our advisor.”

“Guess that means they’re tired of waiting for you.” Kakyoin gives Jojo a thoughtful, concerned look once they’re all inside. “You have been gone a while..your family must be getting worried by now if they’re willing to send people like that after you.”

Jojo shoves his hands in his pockets and turns away, walking off towards Kakyoin’s bedroom. “Like I said, I’m not ready to go back. I’ll leave when I feel like it- they can send whoever the hell they want.”

“Still..” Kakyoin sighs and follows him towards his room- the small office having unofficially become THEIR room since Jojo started staying with him. “It must be nice having people who’d miss you..if I went missing, the only one who might look for me would be Iggy- and I honestly doubt even that much..” He says with a small smile while glancing back to watch Iggy climb up onto his favorite crate to sleep.

Jojo pauses at the door to the room, looking down quietly as Kakyoin unlocks it with Hierophant Green. “……”

Once the door is open, Kakyoin walks inside, moving his arms up to stretch them above his head before lacing his fingers behind himself casually. “I think I might heat up the instant noodles for dinner- sound good?” When he doesn’t receive an answer right away, he turns back to look at Jojo with a raised eyebrow. “Jojo?”

Jojo is standing in the doorway, eyes still on the floor and unmoving. “……”

“Jojo?” Kakyoin tries again. When he still doesn’t receive an answer, he walks up to the larger teen and leans down and to the side slightly so that he can slip into Jojo’s field of vision and allow the other boy to see his concerned expression. “What is it?” He doesn’t bother to ask if something is wrong, the answer to that is easy enough to read on the slightly irritated-looking frown on Jojo’s face.

“……” Jojo finally looks him in the eyes, but takes a minute to say anything. “…I’d look for you.” He finally speaks, the expression on his face having that same intensity and sincerity from earlier in the park when he told Kakyoin that he liked him.

He takes one hand out of his pocket and reaches for Kakyoin’s own. He pauses just before he reaches the redhead’s hand, his own fingers flinching back slightly before he pushes back whatever hesitation he’s feeling and grabs Kakyoin’s hand the same way he did back in the park- firm but gentle, and with a light squeeze that communicates a thousand thoughts and feelings that neither of them could likely ever put into words.

Kakyoin’s face heats up. His heart skips a beat in his chest. His palms feel sweaty, even the one that Jojo isn’t holding.

This feeling bubbling up within his chest…it’s new. He’s never felt it before, but he’s learned enough about it through stories and observations to know what it is:

Love.

It’s hard to say what level it is, whether it’s a mere crush or something much deeper, but the fact that he’s feeling it AT ALL is new and alarming and amazing all at once.

A thought occurs to Kakyoin that he should probably say something in return. “I..” He swallows, his throat suddenly far too dry. “I would too.” He looks down slightly, unable to meet Jojo’s stare with the heat singeing through his face. “I know you’ll have to leave eventually..but..I really do like you, Jojo..I value the time we spend together and, even though it would be difficult, I would still find a way to see you again. You..You mean too much to me not to..” He squeezes Jojo’s hand back, hoping that it will get across everything else he’s not able to put into words in that moment.

The very small smile Jojo gives him, nothing more than an upward quirk of the lips on one side, and the way he squeezes Kakyoin’s hand again tells him that yes, he understands. He looks back up at Jojo and returns the small smile with one of his own, glad to know they could still understand each other on such a level, even on something as complicated as this.

They spend the rest of the evening cooking dinner (meaning putting batteries in the small electrical hotplate and warming up some bottled water that was poured into a kettle so they could eat their instant noodles and other snacks), eating, and just lying comfortably next to each other on the bed. There is no need for conversation, no need to force physical intimacy that neither of them are ready for, no need to rush into anything just yet because what they have is already enough for the time being.

Kakyoin doesn’t complain when he falls asleep with Jojo spooning him from behind, one large, warm arm wrapped around his waist to hold him close to the other’s strong body.

He doesn’t complain one bit…

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End Notes:  Thanks again for your patience, everyone. Hopefully this chapter will be a good appeasement for now ^///^"

[transmechanicus]

My brain: *Subjects me to shame for the tiniest of breaches in the illusion of perfection it insists i maintain*

Me: Lemme live. Let me LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!

[thecocksockshop]

Another Poll?

I LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!

I'm still working on my massive fabric pile (about halfway done), but ready for Fall to arrive!

Do you guys want to do another poll for the Fall Fashion? Or do you want me to go ahead and grab some fabric?

Let me know by Wednesday the 18th at 11:30pm and we'llsee what the plan is!

[neni-has-ascended]

I LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE

UGH.

These past weeks were insane. I was constantly on my feet, doing something. I also think I lost all my Patreon Support, but that’s no surprise, given that I didn’t really have time to output anything. >_> I’ll have to get back to that.

Thankfully, money right now isn’t as much as an issue as it was before, as I’m on Social Security now, so I can focus all my attention to finding a job (which I have been doing lately), but I don’t really know how to pause a Patreon campaign without deleting your account, so that’s an issue. I missed the deadline on refunds this month as well (I was more dead than alive this week), so now I can’t even return the money via Patreon, so I need to do it manually. Gah Gah. 

Anyway, let’s get to my inbox and see if anyone sent me stuff and... stuff. 

[macarwon]

let this love letter reach you somehow // click to read text

[princesskujo]

@greiison I JSUT GOT HOME FROM THE FUCKING TRAIN STATION AND I’M SCREAMING I DON’T DESERVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!