#nori foreman

[caityrayeraye]

Alright guys, the secret’s out. @jokerislandgirl32 @bejeweled-wahlberg and I are working on a lil something and we need your help.

Also, enjoy the lil sneak peek down below the options😄

May potentially go through and edit the final choice, so keep a look out hehe.

[octoqueen10]

Travel

Daphne was excited to finally go somewhere new. She traveled often outside of the country, visiting six out of the seven continents many times, (Antarctica was just too cold for her) going to life changing places like Nigeria and Brazil, along with the iconic fashion weeks in Italy and France, but she never really traveled within the USA. She had never traveled out of New York City for more than 3 hours while staying in the US. Now she was going across the country to the sunny San Diego. Her friend Nori, someone she met at the beach with the Varmitechs, invited her out to stay with her family for a week, because her mom is going on another business trip in Las Vegas, a couple hours away from San Diego. The plan was for Daphne and her mom to take the jet to Las Vegas, and Daphne would take a short flight to San Diego from there. Daphne zipped up her two huge suitcases and got ready to get on the jet, to take off for the gorgeous California. 

Daphne was super excited to see her friend again and meet her family. Nori and Daphne talked often over video calls and texts, and whenever Nori was in New York, but Daphne didn’t see her as often as she would like, and had never met any of Nori’s other family. Daphne wondered if they were as effortlessly cool as Nori was. Nori was a photographer and skateboarder, both things Daphne was awful at, and was incredibly close with her whole family, even her aunts and uncles. She was older than Daphne was and had an air of maturity that Daphne had not been able to replicate, no matter how hard she tried. Daphne had heard so so much about Nori’s family and all of their talents and was excited to finally put faces to the names that she had been hearing since the beginning of the friendship. 

After getting out of Andrea and Nori’s car, who had picked her up at the airport, Daphne took a long look at Nori’s house. It was gorgeous and so chic, Daphne loved it. As Daphne walked through the door, she was instantly met with chaos. Nori gave a quick introduction of everyone after seeing Daphne’s shocked face and introduced them to her. Jett, Nori’s twin brother, was sitting on their kitchen counter eating an orange, while Layla, Jon, and Tim, Nori’s younger sister, uncle and dad, respectively, danced around the kitchen while a Switchfoot album played. Two more of Nori’s uncles were playing a very heated game of Uno together. Daphne’s mind was reeling from all of the chaos. She was not used to more than three people in her house in general at a given time, let alone, one room. Andrea, after seeing Daphne’s face, laughed and assured Daphne that the Foreman household is always crazy, to which the group whooped and Nori smiled at. Daphne managed a smile and tried to relax, knowing she was going to have fun here.

Nori belongs to @caityrayeraye

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

Anyways here’s NKOTB Singing We Will Rock You (Jordan is singing the freddie lines)

And I was thinking what if the KOTNB and the other characters would react to it

Henry: Bro they are singing we will rock you….My grandpa freddie would be proud

Sunny: holy shit

Phineas: They know what queen is?!?

Trin: oh my fucking god

Nori: WHAT THE FUCK

Marissa: OH MY GOD

Varina: Ferb you are dead

Ferb:…..this is my payback for trying to kill Jordan in season 2

Phineas: YOU THINK?!?

Bonus:

Jordan: hey ferb did I sing the queen song right?

Ferb:…….please don’t sing the song written by my own grandpa who amputated my arm and the reason why I have an robotic arm

Henry: THIS AINT GREYS ANATOMY

Varina belongs to @jokerislandgirl32 and Nori belongs to @caityrayeraye

[rosey100]

Hiya, do you think you could draw my OC Nori in either outfit? I added how she looks next to it just in case

Nori Foreman belongs to @caityrayeraye

[jokerislandgirl32]

Under The Violet Waves: A Wild Violets Mermay Story

@caityrayeraye and I are proud to present our joint Mermay Wild Kratts/Switchfoot/KOTNB Crossover (this AU belongs to @bejeweled-wahlberg)-> Under The Violet Waves: A Wild Violets Mermay Story! Below you can find a summary to the tail (haha get it), the links to the story, as it’s cross posted on A03 and Wattpad, and a list of disclaimers and warnings.

The tag we will be using for this project is #under the violet waves au

Summary

Dive under the waves in this sea-riffic crossover tail by caityrayeraye and VioletVarm/Jokerislandgirl32.

Science says that merpeople don’t exist, but Nori Foreman, her family, and the Varmitech family know better. 

How?

Because they are merpeople. Follow them as they travel the world with family and friends and learn to control and hone their powers and avoid the magnetic spell of the full moon.

Links

Chapter 1 is written by @caityrayeraye and Chapter 2 is written by me!

Info/Disclaimer

You can check out our tumblrs for more information on this AU if you’d like! We do plan to continue this AU past May, but we will present you with this for now. Feel free to reach out to us with any questions and leave reviews/let us know what you think!

Please know we only claim our OCs (Nori for Caity and Violet and the Varmitech kiddos for JIG32), we do not claim Wild Kratts, Switchfoot, or any associated characters/individuals. Please see the beginning of each chapter for notes/potential warnings. 

Warnings

Warnings only apply to chapter 2, the following warnings to be aware of are: cuddling/kissing, a mild suggestive reference, angst, cursing, alcohol abuse/underage drinking, smoking/underage smoking, mention of past character death, mention of cancer, anxiety/depression, mention of eating disorder, an unintentional near death experience, and CPR. Also note that the flashback content included in this chapter is italicized.

Enjoy Everyone! Pleaseeeeee let us know what you think! 💙💜 - Caity & JIG32

[psychosistr]

Prince Nori- Chapter 1

Summary: Kakyoin Noriaki, a homeless, asexual, stand-using high schooler in the kingdom of Morioh, does the best he can to get by on his own in life. One day the course of his fate shifts drastically when he meets another teenage stand user- a boy named Jojo on the run from his own family.

Notes: So, this is actually an Aladdin!AU I came up with some time ago. I debated about posting it since I don’t have a ton of chapters ready for it yet, but my best friend encouraged me to go ahead and post what I had for asexual awareness week...which, unfortunately, I missed by a day because I spent the entire week moving to a new apartment and dealing with the headache that entailed -_-” Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Life goes on as it usually does for the residents of the bustling, busy kingdom of Morioh. Stores and stands are opened for business, selling food and trinkets to anyone who passes by. Kids are playing in the park. Students are on their way to school. And, overlooking the entire busy town, guards and police stand watch around the lavish castle that houses the kingdom’s royal family: The Kujos.

Yes, it is another fine day for all who call this town home.

Well…                                                            

Except for one particular boy currently being chased down by the police…

Skidding around the corner, a boy who looks to be in his late teens narrowly avoids crashing into a takoyaki vendor. At the last minute, a ghostly figure appears behind him- a strange being with a green body that quickly unravels itself into several tendrils that lift the boy up into the air and allow him to swing over the frightened vendor. The ghostly figure is invisible to all except for the boy himself, though, so to everyone else it just looks like he took an impressively large jump over the obstacle.

The boy lands a few feet away and continues running, ignoring the angered calls from the police officers to stop. His body and most of his face remain covered thanks to the long, tattered, hooded brown coat he wears, but his hands- one of which is holding a plastic bag of stolen food (the reason for the police chasing him)- are still free, which allows him to flip off the already enraged officers.

The lower half of his face is visible, allowing a smirk to show just below the edge of the hood’s shadow. “This is almost too easy.” He rounds another corner into an empty alleyway and the green figure from earlier appears behind him at his call. “Hierophant Green!”

The Hierophant splits itself into several green tendrils once more. A good portion of them wrap around the boy’s free hand while the rest shoot up towards one of the surrounding rooftops. This allows the boy to be easily lifted up onto the roof quick enough that, by the time the police arrive, he is already out of sight.

“Where’d he go?!” One police officer shouts furiously.

“He can’t be far! Keep looking!” Another replies.

The hapless officers run off down separate alleyways to search for him, unaware that their target is watching them from above with an amused smirk still on his face.

With the coast clear, the boy sets down his bag of ill-gotten provisions and begins taking off his coat. Removing the concealing garment reveals a boy of average height with a slightly muscular build to his slender and fit body. He has short red hair with an interesting stylized strip of bangs hanging down along the side of his face, purple eyes, and is dressed in a green school uniform and two cherry shaped earrings dangling from his ears. Two of the green tendrils from the Hierophant are seen wrapped around his waist, holding a brown school bag in place.

On the front of the bag is a tag with a name written on it- “Kakyoin Noriaki”.

Kakyoin takes the bag once the green tendrils release it and pops open the clasp so he can carefully fold and tuck his coat into the bag for later. “Not a bad escape, I suppose.” He comments to Hierophant Green while picking up his bag of food. “Now then, we should get back before Iggy throws a fit.”

The green specter nods silently and lays its tendrils out over a gap in the rooftops for Kakyoin to easily walk across.

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As he reaches a run-down, boarded up factory residing in one of the much poorer neighborhoods of the city, Kakyoin uses Hierophant Green once again to lift him up to a broken window on the second floor that he can easily fit through.

Landing on the other side, he hears a familiar growl followed by a series of barks that he recognizes as something along the lines of “It’s about time!”

Kakyoin looks at the small black and white dog approaching him along the scaffolding of the high-ceilinged building. The dog barks and a strange looking being that seems almost half-animal and half-machine appears behind him. The being then turns into sand that the dog jumps on top of and easily slides down as it forms a loose ramp connecting him to the platform that Kakyoin is standing on.

Kakyoin chuckles slightly at the impatient glare the dog gives him and reaches into the plastic bag. “Don’t worry, Iggy, I didn’t forget.” He pulls out a pack of coffee flavored gum and tears a few pieces out of their wrappers before handing them down to the dog.

Iggy gives him a smirk and snatches the unwrapped pieces out of his hand with his teeth before the animal-machine specter from earlier reappears and takes the rest of the pack from Kakyoin’s other hand. Feeling proud of himself, the dog runs off and jumps up on top of a dusty stack of crates to enjoy his treat in peace.

Kakyoin gives him a look that is only mildly annoyed by the dog’s antics. “Really? You could have just asked.” He sighs and shakes his head as he walks off towards one of the rooms- one of the few that actually has a lock on the door with the faded outline of the previous foreman’s name still visible on the frosted glass. “I’m going to lie down for a bit before school.”

His only response from the dog is a muffled grumbling noise as he continues to chew his gum that Kakyoin takes to mean “Whatever.”

Kakyoin summons Hierophant Green once more and has it reach through a tiny hole at the top of the door with one of its tendrils, loop it around to the lock on the other side, and open the door. Only once the door is closed firmly behind him does Kakyoin allow his passive expression to melt away into one of weariness.

He leaves the Hierophant out as he sits down on the ratty old mattress lying in the corner of the room. It wasn’t much of a bedroom, but he had claimed this office as his own since it was safer leaving his stuff in a room that could actually be locked while he was out or sleeping, so it was the best of a bad situation.

“You’re getting bored of this too, aren’t you, Hierophant Green?” He asks without looking at the green figure floating in the air beside the bed. He knows it won’t respond, verbally or otherwise, so he focuses instead on taking a small container of cherries out of the bag of food. “It’s just the same thing, every day. Day in, day out.” He pops one of the cherries into his mouth, playing with it on the tip of his tongue and making quiet “rero rero” sounds until he grows bored enough to actually eat it. “There has to be more to life than this..” He sighs after spitting the pit into a rusted-out metal waste basket near the bed.

He eventually ends up lying down on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a frown. ‘There has to be more to life than this..’ He repeats in his mind before closing his eyes and settling down for a well-earned nap.

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Later that day, on his way to class, Kakyoin hears voices shouting in a familiar manner.

“Stop!”

“Get back here!”

He instinctively tenses up and prepares to run, thinking the police are after him again, when he remembers that he’s not wearing his coat and hasn’t done anything since changing his clothes, so why would anyone be after him?

Looking towards the voices down the street answers Kakyoin’s question pretty easily: The cops are chasing someone else for a change.

Kakyoin has a good vantage point from his spot on the sidewalk, as it’s at the top of a small hill. He can clearly see a man in a hooded cloak running down the street with a few men chasing him. The men chasing him are dressed in uniforms, but they look a bit different from the local police uniforms- military, perhaps?

Kakyoin grows increasingly more curious, as it doesn’t look like the man’s stolen anything. Then, the man does something that firmly grabs Kakyoin’s attention- he summons a purple spirit behind himself with a shout of “Star Platinum!” The man uses the spirit to knock over objects and stalls behind him as he runs, making it more difficult for the officers to follow him.

Kakyoin watches as the man turns down an alleyway and frowns. “That’s a dead end..” He mutters to himself as he watches the officers start to follow him.

He should ignore this…

He should head to school before he’s late…

He shouldn’t get involved…

Even with all of these things considered, he still ends up summoning Hierophant Green and hoisting himself up onto the rooftops.

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The man in the hooded cloak reaches the end of the alleyway and curses when he finds himself trapped between a few buildings. “Damn it..” A scowl is visible on the lower half of his face as he starts looking for a way out, the sound of the officers’ footsteps approaching quickly. Then, suddenly, a series of green tendrils drop down near him. “What the..?”

“Hey!” A voice above him calls. He looks up to see who it is, but the sunlight over the top of the building only gives him a silhouette. “You look like you could use a hand! Grab on!”

“……” The man contemplates it for a moment, obviously hesitant to trust the stranger calling to him. However, he seems to realize his lack of options as the footsteps and voices draw nearer and reluctantly grabs onto the strange green things with both his own hands and one of the purple hands of his Star Platinum. “Yare yare..” He grumbles, but holds on tight as he’s quickly yanked up onto the roof.

At least it was better than letting the officers catch him…

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Kakyoin uses Hierophant to pull the man up onto the roof beside himself, then grabs his arm to pull both of them out of sight of the officers below. There are confused shouts as the men down on the ground try to figure out where he went. Once the officers run back the way they came, thinking maybe they got the wrong alley or something, Kakyoin finally releases the man’s arm with a sigh.

“Well, that was certainly a close one.” He looks at the man beside him with a calm smile. “First time running the police, hm?” He asks in a slightly teasing tone.

“…They’re not police.” The man responds after a moment. Kakyoin could tell the man was eyeing him suspiciously, even with his eyes covered. “Who are you and why did you help me?”

Kakyoin shakes his head with a “tsk tsk” sound. “Don’t you know that it’s rude to ask for someone else’s name before giving your own?” When the only reply he receives is silence and a continuous covered glare, he relents and decides to answer anyway. “Kakyoin Noriaki. And this-” He has his green guardian reform from the tendrils behind him and points at it with a thumb over his shoulder. “-is Hierophant Green. I suppose you could say that’s why I decided to help you- I haven’t seen too many people who have these spirits like you and I do.”

“..!” Even with his eyes covered, the look of surprise on the man’s face is easily visible. His head tilts down for a moment, as if he’s thinking about something, before he looks up again and finally raises his hand up to remove his hood. “You can call me Jojo.” He summons the purple spirit from earlier and it floats behind him with its arms crossed. “And this is my stand, Star Platinum.”

Kakyoin is surprised to see that the man he’d saved is actually quite young. In fact, he appears to be about the same age as Kakyoin, so it may be more apt to refer to him as a boy. He has dark hair and exotic blue-green eyes. He must be part foreigner, Kakyoin thinks, which means they have something in common besides their..what did he call them? Stands? He seemed to know a bit about them, as well, which certainly interests Kakyoin even more.

“Nice to meet you both. “ Kakyoin says with a polite smile. “Now that the introductions are out of the way, why were those men after you? Did you steal something? Are you a wanted criminal?” He asks, partly curious, partly teasing.

“They were trying to drag me home..” Jojo answers with a scowl before looking around. “So, how do we get down from here?”

“Do you want those guys to catch you?” Kakyoin inquires with a raised eyebrow.

Jojo shakes his head. “Of course not.”

“Then take my advice: Avoid the ground.” Kakyoin snaps his fingers and Hierophant Green unravels itself once more, creating a rope bridge for them between their current rooftop and an adjacent one. It’s wider than what Kakyoin would usually summon for himself, but it’s apparently still small enough to make Jojo look at it cautiously. “Don’t worry, it’s safe- I do this all the time.” He steps onto the bridge to demonstrate and even jumps on it a few times to show how stable it is.

“……” Jojo still doesn’t look convinced.

Kakyoin sighs and holds out his hand towards Jojo. “Fine. Here, take my hand. If you’re worried I’ll try something like dropping you, then you can just hold on and take me down with you- fair enough?”

“……” Jojo finally sighs in annoyance and walks up to the bridge. He grips Kakyoin’s hand firmly with his own larger one and doesn’t seem too keen on letting go anytime soon. “If you try anything, I’ll break your arm before we hit the ground.” He warns with a glare.

“I’m already trembling in fear.” Kakyoin replies sarcastically as he leads Jojo across the Hierophant’s bridge. When they reach the end, he has Hierophant form another bridge to the next rooftop, starting a pattern as they walk with their hands still connected. “Was that your first time running from the law?” He asks in an attempt to help the other teen calm down.

Jojo grunts in reply at first, clearly trying too hard not to look down as they walk across another Hierophant-bridge. He answers once they’re on the rooftop of the next building and he relaxes his grip slightly. “No..but it was my first time getting this far.”

Kakyoin chuckles, loosening his grip marginally as well since Jojo seems to be calming down slightly. “I could tell- you clearly don’t know the streets that well. Were you running anywhere in particular, or just trying to escape?”

“Hmh..second one, I guess.” Jojo answers before they cross another bridge. His grip is still firm, but nowhere near as bruising as before. “I just wanted to get out for a bit.”

“Running away from home, then?” Kakyoin smiles calmly as they talk. Talking with Jojo feels pretty easy, compared to how most of his conversations with his peers tend to go.

“…Only for a bit.” Jojo answers after a pause.

“Well..if you want..” Kakyoin isn’t sure what possesses him to ask this, but he finds himself compelled to do so. “You are welcome to stay at my place ‘for a bit’.”

Jojo eyes him, a toned-down version of his earlier cautious expression. “Would your family be okay with that?” Ah, a roundabout way of asking if he lived with anyone. Smooth.

“I don’t live with them, so I suppose not.” Kakyoin offers him a reassuring smile over his shoulder. “I live by myself- well, with a dog- but neither of us are going to say anything.”

Jojo glances away for a minute or so, apparently weighing his options, before he finally shrugs. “Fine. Not like I have anything better to do.”

Kakyoin smiles more and gives the other boy’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Hopefully the mess won’t scare you off.” He says with a chuckle.

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“This is where you live?” Jojo asks when they reach the old factory that Kakyoin calls home. He looks confused and more than a little out of his element. “How the hell do you even get in?” He questions when he sees the boarded up doors.

Kakyoin points to the window he uses every day for entry. “Up there.” He summons Hierophant green and offers Jojo his hand. “Don’t worry, I won’t drop you.” He says with a slight smirk while offering his hand once again.

Jojo takes it with a bored expression. “You’d regret it before either of us hit the ground.”

“I don’t doubt that at all.” Kakyoin chuckles as he uses Hierophant green to bring both of them up to the window. He gives Jojo some help settling on the platform on the other side before looking around for his “roommate”. “Hm..he should be around here somewhere..” He brings two fingers to his mouth and uses them to whistle. “Iggy, you here?”

Jojo looks at him curiously when he hears the name. “You have a dog named Iggy..?”

Kakyoin looks at him with a shrug. “I wouldn’t say I ‘have’ a dog named Iggy, it’s more like I LIVE with a dog named Iggy.”

Jojo narrows his eyes while looking around, presumably for the dog in question. “Is he black and white with blue eyes and a stand that turns into sand?”

Kakyoin gives Jojo a surprised look at the completely correct assumption. “How did you-?”

He is surprised once again when Iggy suddenly jumps down from the rafters with a snarling growl, his stand acting as a paraglider before transforming into a spear made of sand pointed directly at Jojo’s head. He growls and snarls in a way that clearly means “DIE!”

Jojo summons Star Platinum, fully prepared to defend himself as the stand reels its fist back for a vicious punch. This time, however, it is Kakyoin’s turn to surprise both of them when he steps between the two stand users with his arms outstretched. He has his back to Jojo and is facing Iggy & his stand head on, effectively shielding Jojo with his body without even trying to call out his own stand.

“?!!!!” The protective posture surprises both the boy and the dog and makes them stop in their tracks.

Star Platinum disappears behind Jojo while Iggy, thankfully, has his stand drop its spear-form mid-air just before it reaches Kakyoin.

Once they’ve both recalled their stands, Kakyoin looks between them calmly. “I’m going to assume you two know each other?” He looks over his shoulder at Jojo for the first explanation.

Jojo nods, keeping a wary eye on Iggy but not making any moves to call out Star Platinum again. “Yeah. My grandpa brought him here from overseas when he found out he had a stand, too. He stayed with us for a few months before he got out and didn’t bother coming back.”

Kakyoin hums thoughtfully when Jojo finishes his explanation. “I see. I understand why he ran away, though- he clearly hates being kept around like some sort of pet.” He looks down at Iggy next. “And I’m going to assume you attacked him because you thought Jojo was here to take you back with him?”

Iggy looks off to the side and sits on the floor, keeping Jojo visible in the corner of his eye. He gives a huff and a short growl that Kakyoin takes to mean “Yeah…”

Kakyoin drops his arms but does not move from his spot. “How interesting..” He smiles in amusement as he glances between the two of them. “It seems I’ve attracted two runaways from the same household.”

Iggy looks Jojo up and down with a raised brow that seems to be asking “Really? You too?”

Jojo sticks his hands in the pockets of his cloak with a shrug. “Just for a little bit- needed some fresh air.” He looks back down at Iggy. “I won’t say anything.”

Iggy seems to accept Jojo’s promise and walks off with a nod.

Kakyoin finally steps away from where he was standing and gestures for Jojo to follow him with a hook of a finger over his shoulder. “Now that that’s cleared up, we can hang out in my room. It’s not much to look at, but it has a place to sit and there’s food if you’re hungry.”

Jojo quietly follows him towards the locked room, looking around at the dilapidated factory with a vague sense of interest. “…How long have you lived here?” He finally asks while waiting for Kakyoin to open the door.

Kakyoin thinks the answer over while using Hierophant to get the lock like usual. “Lets see..it was just after last winter- this place is nice, but not well insulated against the cold, so I’ll probably move out once the temperature drops again- sooo..a few months, I suppose.” He hears and feels the lock click so he opens the door, entering before Jojo and taking a seat on the bed inside. “Iggy was already living here, so we worked out a deal- he lets me live here and guards my stuff while I’m out, and, in return, I give him a share of any food I find.” He pulls over his bag of food and digs around inside while waiting for Jojo to join him on the bed. “Do you like melon bread? Or rice balls? I also have some instant noodles if you’d rather have something hot.”

Jojo sits next to him, looking at the bag. “I don’t see a receipt in there..”

Kakyoin chuckles and pulls out some melon bread for himself before setting the bag down closer to Jojo. “That’s because they don’t give you a receipt for money you haven’t spent.”

Jojo eyes the bag for a minute more before finally reaching in and pulling out a rice ball. “You stole it.” It doesn’t sound like an accusation, merely a statement.

Kakyoin shrugs while tearing open the packaging around the bread. “I can’t exactly spend money that I don’t have.”

Jojo looks down at the rice ball in his hand with a serious, contemplative expression. “……” He looks back at Kakyoin with the same expression. “You seriously can’t afford a place to live or even feed yourself without stealing?”

Kakyoin takes a bite of his bread with another shrug. “Hmh..” He takes his time savoring the taste before he swallows and answers Jojo’s question. “Not really. It’s fine, though. I have a roof over my head that doesn’t leak too badly and I can get enough food to survive. I’m doing better than a lot of people in this city.”

Instead of looking appeased by his answer, Jojo just looks down with that same expression- as if he’s trying to learn and accept something he’s not used to. “…Are things..really that bad out here?”

“Kind of.” Kakyoin speaks between bites. “Some people are just better off than others- that’s the way things work, no matter where you go. There always needs to be a bottom rung in society so the rest can prosper by feeling better about themselves and striving not to end up like us.” He looks back over at Jojo with a sympathetic smile. “I’m guessing you haven’t really had to see any of this before, have you?”

Jojo shakes his head, finally peeling the wrapper off of his rice ball. “My family’s…pretty well off.” He takes a bite, looking down at the meaty filling inside of the rice. “Always been busy with lessons and shit..never really thought about things like not having enough to eat or where I’d sleep..”

Kakyoin finishes half of his bread and pulls the wrapper back up around it so he can set it down on the bed before leaning his weight back onto his hands behind himself. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing at all- it means that the system is working.”

Jojo looks at him with skeptical expression. “Seriously? You live in a dump and eat stolen food and say it’s NOT a bad thing?”

Kakyoin chuckles as he holds up one hand with his index finger extended. “First of all, that was rude- calling the place I live a dump.” He raises a second finger. “Second, the whole system ends up feeding into itself at some point or another: Sure, my occasional petty theft causes the local stores and vendors to lose out on a few yen. However, the fact that I always get away reinforces the idea that we need police officers around to try and catch thieves- meaning that people are encouraged to continue paying their taxes. It also raises awareness of the current poverty level and causes those with more money to feel guilty just long enough to make donations to charities.” He holds up a third finger beside the other two. “And, finally, there are problems in EVERY social class. My level deals with things like not having enough money for food or shelter or buying things I want, and people from what I’m assuming your level to be deal with more social-based stresses.” He lowers two of his fingers, leaving one extended pointedly at Jojo. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be out here. Am I right?”

Jojo sighs and finishes off his rice ball, tossing the wrapper towards the waste bin. “Yeah..” He watches it bounce off the rim with a bored expression. “You’re right…”

Kakyoin watches the other boy with a sympathetic but slightly amused smile as the ball of trash falls off to the side of the basket. “You in the mood to talk about why you were out on the street running from the not-police?”

“……” Jojo summons Star Platinum and has the stand pick the wrapper up off the floor to throw it away properly. “My family wants me to get married.”

Kakyoin raises an eyebrow at that. “Really? Already? You don’t look like you’re even done with high school yet.”

Jojo waves a hand dismissively with a grunt. “Not yet. I just turned seventeen. But..” He reaches up with one hand and scratches at the back of his head with a frown. “I have to find someone to marry before I turn eighteen. If I don’t, then I’ll have to marry our family’s advisor. It’s some shitty old law we have to follow..”

“Your advisor?” Kakyoin asks curiously. Jojo’s family must be pretty high-class to have one of those. “How old is he?”

“At least a hundred.” He says casually, as if it’s normal. “He doesn’t look it, but the guy’s been our family advisor since my grandfather’s grandfather was a kid. He got mixed up in some weird magic or something and now he doesn’t age- he can’t go out in the sunlight, though, so at least he’s easy to get away from.”

“Are you serious?” Kakyoin is beside himself with confusion and awe. A man who’s over a hundred years old that doesn’t age?! That’s remarkable! Yet Jojo says it with all the calmness and sense of normalcy of someone discussing the weather!! “He sounds fascinating.”

Jojo shrugs and leans back in a manner similar to Kakyoin. “I guess..still don’t wanna get stuck marrying someone like him- he’s creepy, loud, and always talks about himself in the third person..”

“Hm, not to mention the age factor has to be more than a little off-putting..” Kakyoin nods along sympathetically as Jojo speaks. “Then are you running away because your family keeps trying to introduce you to girls and you’re not into women?”

“I’m not really ‘into’ anyone..” Jojo tips his head back to look at the ceiling. “They don’t care if I end up with a girl or not, I just..” He sighs in irritation, a look on his face somewhere between a frown and a scowl. “I dunno..I think I’m just weird..I can’t get into the idea of dating someone I don’t know, but I don’t get out much..they set me up on dates with anyone close to my age that fits their idea of what I need, but they’re just…”

“Strangers.” Kakyoin finishes for him with an understanding smile while looking up at the ceiling too. “At the end of the day, they’re strangers. No matter how physically attractive they are or how they try to sell themselves on how great they are and why you should like them, you still don’t know them and they know nothing about you besides what they see on the surface.” He turns his head to look at Jojo’s slightly surprised expression and smiles more when he sees he hit the nail on the head. “I may not have the pressure of needing to get married within the next year, but I’m still seventeen, just like you: I’m expected to find people attractive and lust after them and want to go on dates with them and get excited when someone cute or popular in my class hands me a love letter..but I don’t.” He shrugs and leans back further so he can lie down on the mattress and stare up at the ceiling with his hands beneath his head to act as a make-shift pillow. “They claim they like me, but how can they?” He briefly summons Hierophant Green above himself and looks up at its unblinking eyes. “This is a part of who I am- if they can’t even see it, how can they actually know ME?” He closes his own eyes, recalling the many love letters and confessions he’d started receiving after hitting puberty. “It sucks being alone, but I’m simply uninterested in dating someone who doesn’t understand me just on the sole-merit that they’re attractive and we might have sex one day. That thought isn’t exactly tempting for me…so…maybe I’m weird, too.” He opens his eyes and looks up at Jojo with a calm smile. “But I don’t think that’s a bad thing, either.”

Jojo stares down at him for a long time, just silently looking over Kakyoin with that same contemplative expression from earlier. “……” He eventually lets the corner of his mouth raise ever-so-slightly into what, for him, is probably the closest he gets to a smile. “I think I agree with you this time.”

He leans back further, not quite lying down like Kakyoin is, but enough that he can recline back against the wall next to the mattress. They sit together after that in a peaceful silence, one where awkward small-talk and conversation is not needed to understand one another. Kakyoin finds he likes this feeling of contentment, something he’s not used to feeling around other people.

He also finds that he likes seeing Jojo’s smile quite a bit…

Next Chapter->

End Notes: So, I came up with this idea one day when I was babysitting one of my cousins and texting my best friend. My cousin and I were watching Aladdin (the animated one, thank goodness) while my best friend and I were talking about JJBA. One thing led to another and soon I came up with the idea of making an Aladdin!AU with this cast set up: Kakyoin as Aladdin, Jotaro as Jasmine, Joseph as the sultan (married to both Suzie Q and Caesar x3), Iggy as a combo-role for Rajah and Abu, Polnareff as the genie, Abdul as a magic fire spirit that controls a flying carpet and is Polnareff’s boyfriend, DIO as Jafar with his servants/henchmen in the story, and Hol Horse kinda filling the role for Iago as the assistant/servant that gets away with being sarcastic/acting as comedic relief occasionally.

Depending on the responses I get from this first chapter both on Tumblr and on AO3, I’ll see about writing more chapters for it :)

[joyfullynervouscreator]

Leaving Home pt 12

Dwalin’s Vow

Dís thought of the way she had fought him that day, when she went to find Dwalin on the last day before they were set to leave for Erebor. She had come home, full of joy that she was to be a mother again so soon, only to find Dwalin and her amad in her kitchen, tears staining their grim faces. Frís had been holding little Fíli, only four years old, and it had been Dwalin’s chest she rained blows on when they told her Víli had died in a tunnel collapse in the mines. It had been Dwalin’s attempt at comfort she had fought so hard, until she broke down, whimpering over and over that Víli could not be dead because she had to tell him she was pregnant.

Weeks later, when Thorin returned with the sacks of coin that would feed them through winter, she had railed against him too, irrationally blaming his absence for Víli’s accident. Not that her brother had ever been near the mines except when the Foreman was reporting on the dismal state of their contents once a year, but Dís had not cared. She had needed her brother, and Thorin had not been there. Instead, she had had Dwalin, who had been meant to go as a caravan guard for Glóin, but who had stayed home for her sake, instead taking up a post in the city guard. It paid less than merchant guarding, but it meant he was there, and Dís did appreciate his presence.

“You will keep them safe, nadad…” Dís felt far older than her years as she handed him the small stone. Dwalin’s large hand came to rest on her shoulder, pulling her against his wide chest. For once, Dís accepted the hug willingly.

Dwalin was the rock, the one who kept their small family of dramatic romantics from falling apart, she knew. He was the reason her mother was even a little happy, because he made Thorin happy. He made Thorin a better King, and he was always there when she needed a shoulder to lean on. Dís knew she could not have asked for a better brother by marriage, which was how she had seen Dwalin since she was still a child. Dís had been the first to see that Thorin’s fondness for his oft-silent guard was more than friendship, and she had been the one to tell Dwalin it was okay to return the love he was offered. She had accepted his place in her family without comment, without judgement, and she would defend their right to each other until she was blue in the face if they asked. When her oldest son was born, she had introduced him to Dwalin as Uncle, not Cousin, and that was the first time she had seen Dwalin cry. Though he had been gone often, like Thorin, Dwalin had been there for the darkest day of her life, and she knew his absence would haunt her while she waited for news. Thorin had been gone for over a month already, meeting with the other Dwarf-Lords, and Dwalin had been the one to soothe her fears like so often before.

“I will protect them, nunanu[1],” Dwalin rumbled quietly into Dís’ hair. He would miss his little sister, but he would bring her sons back to her if it was at all possible. Silently he vowed that he would bring back Thorin too, though he knew she would never ask him to. They both knew Thorin, after all, and Dís was certainly aware that both her brothers would rather die than let her boys come to harm. He pulled her close, letting her wet his beard with the tears she could not help but spill. He wished that Frís had still been alive. Neither he nor Thorin had wanted to leave Dís behind, if only because she was both a shrewd negotiator and a keen warrior, but someone had to take up the ruling of the Blue Mountain settlement. Dwalin avoided thinking of it as Thorinuldûm if he could, preferring to just call it Ered Luin. The fact that he could not marry his One was an old wound by now, but Dwalin still tried to avoid its keen sting. Living in a place called Thorin’s Halls, even if it wasn’t, was an everyday reminder of his love’s stubborn refusal to give up. Here on the last night in Dís’ house before they left on the first step of the Journey to Erebor, he felt an uneasy sense of hope. So much was riding on the success of this venture, though Dwalin could not help being reminded of the last expedition to Erebor he had been part of. With luck, they would avoid the Forest, where they had lost Thraín and most of his companions. Dwalin had never forgiven himself for living through those dark days of wandering the woods, he still did not know how he had made it out alive, but he swore that this time would be different. He would not – again – be the one to tell Dís that someone she loved was not coming home ever again. When her tears abated, he knelt before her. He knew Thorin had made his own oaths to her before he had left for the meeting with the Lords, but Dwalin did not know the words his Kurdel had sworn. “Abnathi aya targê, Dís. Zâshfatumuni rum izdnu duzi.[2]” He pressed his lips against the back of her hand, sealing the oath as a subject to his sovereign. Dís smiled through tears when she cupped his face gently.

“Ishfitumun rum zefsu dê ya, nadadê[3].” She said, and that was a clear command from a sovereign ruler to her subject, even if she called him brother. With a nod, Dwalin got to his feet, just as the door slammed and Kíli’s enthusiastic greeting rang out. He smiled. His nephews were good lads, and he felt great pride that they were coming along on the quest, even if the thought also filled him with dread.

When Kíli bounced into the room, Dwalin saw the shadows the lad tried to hide from his Amad’s sharp gaze, something he only managed because she was too busy hiding the ones that haunted her own eyes. He squeezed her hand once, and then took himself off to join Balin who was packing the last things they’d need.

When his own pack was to his liking, Dwalin started on the saddlebags, tracing Kíli’s maker’s mark proudly. The lad had worked hard, making presents for his family. Thorin had received new vambraces for his Nameday and Dwalin’s knuckledusters had been given new leather straps that were already softer than the old ones had been after years of use. Kíli had also made all their packs, stitching in clever pockets and adorning each object with the owner’s name sewn in luck-knots he had learned from Nori. Dís’ contribution to their gear – aside from a vast supply of jerky and cram – was a rainproof cloak for each of them, which Dwalin appreciated greatly, even if the lads had disdained the present. Dís knew that the weather might not be the most dangerous thing they could face on their journey, but it could certainly be a disheartening factor when one was wet and cold and tired, so Dwalin had made sure they thanked her properly for her forethought. With a sigh, he noticed a corner of Fíli’s cloak sticking out from underneath the lad’s bed, and sure enough, rooting around under the frame he unearthed Kíli’s cloak too. He almost decided to leave them out of spite, but his heart would not let him leave his rascally nephews to catch a chill, so instead Dwalin stuffed the two cloaks into his own saddlebags. Balin smirked at him, but he did not say a word. Balin rarely needed to speak for Dwalin to know what he was thinking anyway, but that expression only meant one thing: you big sap. With a huff, Dwalin turned back to the task of trying to find space for Kíli’s cloak, which would not fit.

Eventually Balin sighed, that exasperated sigh of older siblings that Dwalin hated and took the cloak, packing it in his own saddlebag. Dwalin returned his earlier smirk and when Balin shrugged, he knocked his forehead gently against his brother’s. They were both saps, after all, and they knew it.

 [1] Tiny-sister

[2] I swear on my beard, Dís. I will bring them back to you.

[3] Bring back yourself to me also, brother-mine.

@life-is-righteous

Dwelf-’verse on Ao3

[hungergamesbookshelf]

No One Wins the Hunger Games Masterpost - The First 25 Years

A Masterpost for my series on the Victors of the Hunger Games, including links to the accompanying moodboards made by the incredibly talented @holdmyhansolo

1st-25th Games, 26th-50th Games, 51st-75th Games

The 1st Games: District Seven Gina Bauer, Moodboard

The 2nd Games: District Eleven, Willet Trey

The 3rd Games: District Ten, Rufus Boyne

The 4th Games: Barak Veton

The 5th Games: Corinna Yoxell

The 6th Games: District Two, Felix Mason

The 7th Games: District Twelve, Quillar Root

The 8th Games:  District Three, Akemi Ibbott

The 9th Games: District Four, Marguerite Theriot

The 10th Games: District One, Crina Joyce

The 11th Games: District Two, Aries Foreman

The 12th Games: District Four, Galen Jamison

The 13th Games: District Nine, Omer Gold

The 14th Games: District One, Roque Barnet

The 15th Games: District Two, Tace Abney

The 16th Games: District Seven, Kay Cooper

The 17th Games: District Eight, Woof Kinley

The 18th Games: District Two, Janus Dinter

The 19th Games: District Four, Liam Pelles

The 20th Games: District Two, Vulcan Graf

The 21st Games: District Ten, Ella Schafer

The 22nd Games: District One, Laren Dorsey

The 23rd Games: District Six, Nori Morce

The 24th Games: District Two, Julius Hoffman

The First Quarter Quell: District Ten, Faris Gobind 

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

Nori Foreman

Nori is the daughter of Tim Foreman from switchfoot and the twin sister of Jett and the KOTNB tour Manager and yes She gets told by 5 teenagers who act like kids lol

Nicknames:

Cher Horowitz-Phineas

Nor-Harry

Baby-Harry

Norinato-Henry

No Ri-Sunny

Nori is @caityrayeraye’s Oc so if you wanna know more about her check out her post about Nori by using the tag #Nori Foreman

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

Nori: *eating Tim chips*

Henry: CANNIBALISM

Nori belongs to @caityrayeraye

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

*sigh* Kotnb’s wallpapers

Sunny would have a picture of yellow stars all over on her phone

Henry would have a picture of chicken Mercury on it

Ferb would have a picture of Green vines

Trin would have a picture of Justin Timberlake dressed up as a soup cup

Phineas would have a picture of his dad and bubba as his wallpaper that’s it

Oh Harry would definitely have a picture of Nori as his wallpaper

I’ll do the wallpaper pictures soon!

Nori belongs to @caityrayeraye

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

S3 Ep12: A Narry Wedding

The KOTNB are going to a wedding for their lives a narry wedding for their friend/stage manager Nori and her boyfriend now husband Harry Hook and yes Henry is wearing a chicken costume cause he doesn’t wanna wear a tux lol and Justin makes his appearance drawing thingy and more Renny dancing to NSYNC and yes Justin is planning on a bachelor and bachelorette party for Nori and Harry 😂 and Trin says that she now loves weddings

Nori belongs to @caityrayeraye

[octoqueen10]

Daphne Meets Nori

(Nori belongs to @caityrayeraye and Varina belongs to @jokerislandgirl32 )

Daphne was enjoying the beach with her friend, Varina, when she saw a blonde tendril, that kind of looked like hair. She dismissed it as seaweed and continued playing. Then she saw something that looked like a mermaid tail. Daphne was going to dismiss it, but then she saw a head, a foot away from her.

Daphne screamed when she saw the girl, trying to swim away. The girl quickly apologized for scaring her, and introduced herself as Nori. Daphne was apprehensive about her, she was a mermaid!!! but Varina seemed to be comfortable with her and they were friends. Nori got out of the ocean, and transformed back into a human right before Daphne’s eyes. It was one of the coolest and weird things she had ever seen.

A couple hours later, Varina, Daphne, Nori and Nori’s partner Harry were lying on the beach. Daphne was fascinated by Nori and her relationship with Harry. She never had a relationship as long as theirs and never felt towards someone the feeling that Nori and Harry felt for each other. Nori seemed like a great person and Daphne exchanged phone numbers with her. They bonded over photography, and Nori offered to photograph her when she came to New York next. Daphne thought that was such a kind offer and accepted it. Varina, Daphne, and Nori took a photo together and then went their separate ways, promising to meet again soon.

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

KOTNB MEMBERS AS TAYLOR SWIFTS 6 ALBUMS

Again henry has universalis vitiligo

Nori belongs to @caityrayeraye

[jokerislandgirl32]

Would love to see your interpretation of what Nori would look like and/or how you think a conversation between the Foremans and the Varmitechs would go.

Ps. Trin and I have decided that Nori’s voice claim is Olivia Rodrigo hehe

All the hugs

Thank you for the ask, Caity! I just adore Nori, so I am so happy to answer this ask!

Based on our conversations about Nori, and the character references I have seen for her, I believe she would look something like this:

Nori is a surfer and skater girl, so her outfits would definitely be influenced by those vibes/styles! And she has her daddy and brother’s eyes and lucious locks, so I imagine her hair being long, wavy, and free flowing as she surfs the waves or rides her skateboard! And her eyes are light and bright like the ocean waves! Picrew used to create this image!

I know we have personally been discussing the relationship dynamics between Nori, the Varmitech Family, and the Foreman Family, so I think any conversation between them would be positive and very sweet. I currently feel like Zach and Violet see Nori as an additional daughter, and Nori and the Varmitech kids see each other as siblings!

The conversation that’s currently been stuck in my head to portray this dynamic is a bit angst driven, but it is also really sappy and sweet…

Violet *looking at Nori, Jett, and Layla with all 5 of her and Zach’s children; speaking to Tim, John, and Zach*: “They all get along so well, it’s like we’re one big happy family!”

Zach: “When I see Nori with our kids it’s like all six of our kids are together….like Alexandria is here with us, because if she was here…I’d want her to be just like Nori.”

Violet starts sobbing and hugging Zach, blubbering: “Awww, Zach, that is the sweetest thing I think you have ever said, she would be just like her, such a good, smart, strong, and talented girl!”

Tim and John are very touched by this and Tim says, “That’s my girl, everyone loves her and she loves everyone!”

So in short, I think the families would have wonderful conversations and get along very well!

[jokerislandgirl32]

Chapters 3 and 4 of Under The Violet Waves Are Out!

@caityrayeraye and I have completed the next two chapters of our Mermay Wild Kratts/Switchfoot/KOTNB Crossover (KOTNB belongs to the wonderful @bejeweled-wahlberg) Under The Violet Waves: A Wild Violet’s Mermay Story! (#under the violet waves au)

The links for the A03 and Wattpad chapters can be found below! A list of warnings is also provided for Chapter 4.

Links/Warnings

Chapter 3 is written by @caityrayeraye and Chapter 4 is written by me!

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Warnings: Mentions of past character death, mild angst, mention/discussions of periods/menstruation/menstrual cycles, general mentions of puberty, and a brief reference to vomiting from pain. Please know that none of this content is described in explicit detail!

The master post for the story and first two chapters can be found here ⬇️

Please check the story/new chapters out and feel free to let us know what you think! 💙💜 - Caity and JIG32