#otherwise i'll be prattling for a while

[primamchorus]

did you get new headcanons during this year?

hihi! good evening! \ o w o / thank you for the ask! ; w ; / ♥ i hope that the holidays were kind to you and that the new year will be good to you!

End of the Year Asks!

\ o 3 o / i have a few! mostly for ffxv and my characters of.

one of the ones i touched upon this year was the lover's notebook shared between noctis and lunafreya. i went with its japanese name which is 'notebook of memories', and went ahead to justify its use since i think tabata doesn't know what the fuck he talks about and claimed insomnia was the only city with cell phone usage. the notebook of memories was used instead to bypass any potential wiretapping from the niflheim empire, which was perfectly safe for the most part when it came to utilizing the services of umbra and pryna.

gladio needs a hard lesson in learning how to say 'sorry' and gets it. i don't know when, but it does piss me off in ffxv that he just doesn't say sorry, like...at all, for the most part. so he'll be getting his wake up call that he can't just machismo his way through stuff.

tbh, i think ignis tried smoking once, and then probably had a phase to have it help take the stress of responsibility off his shoulders for a bit when needed. then his obsession with ebony coffee became a thing because we can't have the hand of the king maybe getting lung cancer.

primam's actually really good at rhythm games, and it's the only genre of game that she can beat either prompto or noctis at. test of strength games don't really count since she and her brother are trained as arm of the king, so it's expected -- though between the main four (that go to public school; so she, tandem, noctis, and prompto), primam can really only beat both noctis and prompto (it's really not a contest at all with prompto, not going to lie).

tandem doesn't view himself as a person, necessarily. he doesn't really think he's allowed to have dreams or aspirations, and that lends itself to a lot of his anger issues as well as his guard dog ways when it comes to making sure primam has everything that she wants. he sees himself as lesser than her and her as more important than him -- even though she's never given any indication that she feels superior to him (because she doesn't). he doesn't really know what love is, but he knows what it means to protect and defend.

ros wishes he was closer with his cousin, noctis, but since their mothers are dead and died around the same time, it leads to some awkward interactions between the two. in a way, i think ros actually resented noctis a bit because the reason aurae died at all was because she went to tenebrae to keep noctis stable before the queen oracle was able to start the ritual and final cleanse.

[multi-lefaiye]

SALVATORE INKTOBER 13. BAPTIZED IN BLOODSHED

Following the bloody death of Joseph McCartney in 1963, Seamus became a different boy. Harder, angrier, overall more cruel. While he'd never been particularly pacifistic, he became significantly more confrontational, throwing threats at anyone who sparked his ire. After that night, he defensively squared his shoulders and bared his teeth, puffing up like a furious cat to make sure the world knew not to mess with him. He began carrying a switchblade of his own, one he claimed to have pilfered from McCartney's corpse.

He'd already killed a man, and he wasn't even sixteen yet. Who knew what else he'd do if the wrong person pissed him off?

By this point, Seamus no longer felt like he had any connection to the little girl he'd been before, if he ever did to begin with. Regardless of who he was before, he'd proven himself just as much of a man as anyone. Leslie Burke was gone, and Seamus O'Neal was here to stay. He may still be young, but he was a man through and through.

This attitude quickly proved lucrative for him, and Seamus rose through the ranks of the Emerald Devils. Being Clarence's ward definitely gave him a leg up over the men around him, but he proved his mettle just fine on his own aside from that. Within a few years, he'd likely become an enforcer as well, leaving his mark on the world of organized crime.

However, in the fall of 1965, everything changed. Following a raid on a warehouse managed by the Devils, Clarence was arrested, along with several other high-ranking members and foot soldiers. Only a handful of mobsters escaped that night, including Seamus, who was able to scramble out through a back door before anyone could see him. He lost a shoe in the process, but he was otherwise undetected and unharmed.

Despite his influence in the underworld, the case against Clarence O'Malley was air-tight and damning. In the end, he and his associates were convicted of racketeering and drug trafficking, each sentenced to 25 years. Following the trial, the Emerald Devils all but dissolved, its members scattering to the wind to avoid being subject to the same fate as Clarence. Including Seamus, the bastard he'd taken in and raised as his own.

In the three months that followed, Seamus floundered, left without a purpose after the loss of his crew. He still lived with his aunt Daisy, but she became withdrawn following her husband's arrest and hardly spoke to the boy. Just as well, he supposed. He had more important business to attend to than his aunt's mourning.

For one thing, he had to find a new way to earn money for his family--not only his aunt, and his mother and siblings as well. Beth had moved back in with their mother, and Martin had recently been medically discharged following a devastating injury on the front lines. Even if he wasn't on speaking terms with his mother and siblings for the most part, he knew it was his responsibility to provide for them.

So, he began taking odd jobs, various under-the-table gigs for anyone who would hire him. He may not have been educated, but he was willing and able to work, and that certainly counted for something. Much of the work wasn't exactly legal, but it wasn't like that was much of a concern for him.

Then, in the summer of 1967, he received a phone call from his older brother Jesse. At first, it seemed Jesse just wanted to catch up, prattling on and on through the receiver, but it wasn't long before he got down to business.

How's your Italian? Jesse asked.

Bad, Seamus replied curtly. Why?

You'd better study up. Jesse's grin was audible in his voice. I might've just gotten you a job.

wow this was so much longer than i meant for it to be- anyway here's the first of the "inktober but without the art" posts i'll be doing! my goal with the rest of the prompt list is to just finish up the prompts and tell the rest of the story. whatever i gotta do to accomplish this goal, i'll do. yeehaw!

i don't think they'll all be this long, but this one had to cover a lot of ground lol. this is also forcing me to iron out details that have been pretty vague in my mind for a while, haha!! so that's good.

unofficial lil inktober taglist (ask to be + or - ): @skitzo-kero @anexor @vacantgodling @invaderskoodge @albatris @abysslll @whonsper @astral-runic @chaieyestea

[ddarker-dreams]

I think you need someone who is able to parry with you verbally, have a healthy debate, appreciate your interests in literature and history and the like - so I think that someone like Kazuha (who is also a nice young man who would probably be able to keep a healthy relationship going, and would also drag you outside into nature when you have been working non-stop on some writing or other for hours!) would be very cute with you!

NAT THIS IS SO PURE 😭 i feel like i'd get along with kazuha well!!!! i feel like he'd patiently listen to me while i prattle on about the history of umbrellas or whatever. a good boy. i honestly need someone to drag me out and about when something catches my interest, otherwise, i'll become a hermit for days and read/write with religious fervor.

[goldendoodledenny]

From the same writer of [Peddling, Prattling] and [Sunset].

X-reader, no specified gender.

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[ Pearly Polishing ]

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Adamai's scales had been looking a bit dull and had a rougher texture to them lately. Each touch that you managed to steal had noticeably gotten less smooth than the first time you touched his scales, so...

"I said I can do it myself, okay? I'll do it eventually!" Adamai cried out, but he didn't really back off since he knew you were slower than him anyways and he didn't want to make you too angry.

"No, you wouldn't! Come on, just this once, please? Otherwise you'll keep forgetting and go on more adventures and never do it!"

You had a small handful of scale polish bought from a merchant from a small yet influential tribe, all natural and it smelled like sweet bamboo milk mixed with cinnamon. However, it'd take some persuasion to finally get Adamai to give in. He wasn't used to such intimacy even if it was casual.

"Adamai, the only reason I bought this was because your scales were getting rougher! You wouldn't wanna accidentally scratch me with your scales, would you?"

That was what made him hesitate and sigh in resignation. He didn't want to hurt you on accident because of his own self-neglect, but this would only happen once. 'Only once.' He told himself, though he didn't think that he'd be able to keep that internal promise for long as he saw the beaming smile on your face.

"Fine. Only once, okay?"

"Yaaaay!"

He let himself be dragged to the bed by you, sitting down and internally wincing at how the bedframe creaked at the weight of a person and a humanoid dragon on it.

You uncapped the polish and gestured for him to turn around, staring for a few moments before he huffed and you snapped out of your daze to get to work.

From afar or even standing right next to him, someone would rather think that Adamai had skin instead of scales. Up close, though, they were... tiny. Seamless, or more like lots of tiny seams normally imperceptible to others.

You got a small glob of the cream on one finger before you spread it out on his back. Apparently, it was supposed to be like lotion for reptile-people, so it would at least be a polishing gel for dragons, you hoped.

The scars on his back still saddened you somewhat. Even though they were invisible, the small ridges were still able to be felt under the palms of your hands.

You finished up on his shoulders and back soon enough, starting to go for his neck before he stiffened up and decided to not do that area yet. Instead, his lower back. It was an interesting change in texture, perhaps the white scales were hit more than the blue ones.

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Meanwhile, for Adamai, he couldn't decide whether or not this was torture or heaven.

On one claw, you, a person he cared about and trusted, was doing this for him even though he thought that he didn't deserve it.

On another claw, you were touching him in ways he wasn't used to, without platonic intent, hostile intent, or a clinical detachment. He wasn't prepared for this, but to tell you now would make you uncomfortable and to be honest, he'd feel bad.

To be honest with himself... he liked it.

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Back to you, now. You had started on his tail because going any lower would make the situation awkward. The room had been quite for a while, but that was fine, since any noise would distract you anyways.

"Hm."

A sudden noise made you jump a little. Adamai had made a small noise of surprise when you went for the tip of the tail and you quickly pulled your hands away to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable or anything.

"Are you alright? I didn't make you feel weird, did you?"

"No, it was just that... I haven't felt anything there for a long time. It was just a little surprising."

"Oh, yeah, that must've been shocking."

"..."

The silence resumed, just a bit more tense than before. A weird kind of tense. Discreetly, you pressed two fingers against your lips before pressing those same two fingers against the tip of Adamai's tail.

He probably wouldn't notice.

You started on his arms, deciding to not look up since eye contact was probably unnecessary right now, but in return...

...the blush on Adamai's face was quickly hidden, though his mouth pressed into a thin line from the entire situation.

His forearms were a bit hefty, but he raised them so you wouldn't have any difficulties in polishing, or rather, massaging him.

His hands were softer after the polishing cream, which had almost run out, were applied. So, that made you wonder...

"Hey, can you turn around? I need to get your face as well."

"...alright."

Reluctantly, he turned to face you, yet he was looking away.

So, you started up on his neck, and up to his chin. Noticeably smoother than other areas.

His cheeks, however, were rough. He must've gotten hit in the face a lot. Your eyebrows furrowed and Adamai, noticing this, shuffled a bit in his seat and closed his eyes as you rubbed some of the last bits of polishing cream onto his face, head, and his ears.

His ears were unfairly soft. You couldn't resist pinching them a little.

And, while his eyes were closed...

A quick peck on the lips.

...

You quickly fled, leaving the almost empty container and Adamai behind in the bedroom after you realized what you just did.

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Adamai himself was dumbstruck, eyes widened, pupils dilated, ears pricked up, everything. Did that just happen? Did that really just happen? Even for him, it was hard to believe.

His eyes darted to the near-empty container. A little bit of the polish was left at the bottom and he held it in one clawed hand, covering his mouth with the other. A blush was painfully obvious on his face, with how pale the scales on his cheeks were.

He didn't know what just happened, but he definitely knew that Amalia, Yugo, Dally, Evangeline, or the kids will tease him so hard about this later.

"Damn it... I didn't even get to say thank you."

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OOOOOOH MI GODDESS!!

Delicious, thank you!

[phantasmalnightmare]

The way they bantered with such ease already was something he hadn't imagined possible just the previous day, when he'd left for Hope's Peak with vengeance on his mind. Yet, here he was, teasing a mafia heiress as if she were one of his own men. He had a feeling that her easy smile and relaxed nature was something that she was unaccustomed to be able to express, and he was happy that she felt like she could be herself around him, no matter the circumstances that led them here.

"Huh, traveling helps with loneliness? First I've heard of that. Guess I'll have to go someday then... and dancing. Maybe you'll have to teach me how to dance, princess." He grinned easily and looked away. Surely, the art of dance couldn't be that complicated. He was quick on his feat and could kick better than the rest of them already. Some dances required kicks. He was quite confident that he could at least learn how to break dance, although he was sure that wasn't the type of dancing that would stave off loneliness, a feeling he felt immensely when his hectic life slowed down just a little bit.

Mikey had decided at a young age that he didn't need to be comforted ever. He was a strong leader, and he'd had enough of that after Shinichiro's death. He was still glad, as they were finally free of the clowns, although the poor, heartbroken ghost that next appeared before them didn't improve his mood much. "Marrying her for power and control.. what kind of shit reason is that?" He supposed that people did that all the time, but he was young enough that he hadn't encountered such cases. "People should marry for love, not personal gain." Sure enough, he would have kicked that ghost's ass if he had been present, so maybe it was good he was absent. Otherwise, they would have likely gotten kicked off of the ride for ghost assault.

"It would be nice.. If Satori and Baji are partying like this. Scaring children and shit. Not.. in limbo or whatever. Even reincarnation.. it's hard to think of them ending up as a new person. Maybe someday they'll even scare me." His chest constricted, and yet, he could imagine the two of them causing all kinds of mischief on the other side. The thought made him feel just a little more at ease as they slowly disembarked off of the ride. The Toman leader thought to offer his hand to Sonia's, but she was off before he knew it.

"Yeah it'll be nice to cool off." He agreed, smiling softly as she prattled on about the historical facts concerning splash mountain. While he wasn't that into history himself, he found the way she got so animated when she talked about something that excited her, cute. He'd sweated a bit more than he wanted to admit when they went through that clown room, and the cool water was exactly what he needed.

"Oh I see." He knew her family was well connected, but to feel that she couldn't even take a personal photograph for herself while in disguise... He couldn't help but notice the wistful way that she glanced towards the oversized mouse. "Well... At least go say hi." He gave her a small push towards him, before sighing.

"I guess... I'll go with you." Before she could protest, he led the way to the large mouse, that was, unfortunately, but unsurprisingly, taller than him. "Hi, Mr. Mouse, sir..." He started awkwardly, clearing his throat. "My friend really wanted to say hi. Even if she doesn't want to admit it." He gestured towards Sonia, presumably next to him.

"Why hello there kids. Aha!" Mickey did his signature giggle and waved to the both of them. Mikey grimaced at being called a kid, but he wouldn't ruin this moment for her. Mickey mouse took both of their hands in a firm handshake. "Thank you for coming to greet me. It's always great to meet new people. You're welcome to hug me if you want too! I love hugs. Aha!"

Manjiro took an extra step away. "No hugs from me, thanks." Once Sonia was done greeting the mouse, he would nod. "Splash Mountain it is."

They were friends, or so their mutual teasing indicated. She wouldn't have pressed her luck with a nickname he despised if she didn't trust him not to turn his gang on her family, and he wouldn't have reciprocated in kind if he still found her to be a danger to his own. Formalities didn't suit him, of that much Sonia was sure: but how would he fare in the yakuza otherwise? There were only three paths out of street gangs, or so she'd observed: joining the rest of society and obtaining a real job or education, joining the yakuza, or the third option she didn't want to think about. The option that had led him to Hope's Peak and her company in the first place, his friend's demise. Unless he sought employment and set his gang aside, she felt he'd have to face formalities one day. And Mikey, Sonia thought, did not make for a suitable foot soldier in any family: he'd have to lead or, she felt, he'd be discontent. She'd known the boy for only hours and yet that was enough to discern that leadership was natural to him and anything else would leave him unsettled.

More unsettled than a haunted ride, to be sure. Though Sonia preferred the haunts. "A few of them, yes," She confirmed with a smile, far more dreamy and content than most would be when meeting ghosts. She was hardly ever allowed to be so whimsical, or even so cheerful in public. Soft and knowing smiles were allowed under the right circumstances, but showing her passions and therefore her weaknesses...her mother worked so hard to shut them away. It made the entire Borghese Family vulnerable, her passions. And yet she clenched her fists around them and refused to let them go, like a child with a favored blanket. Comfortable yes, but also what she needed to keep a hold of her sanity most of the time. "They possess fascinating stories paired with the ability to make you so very aware of your limited mortality. But that is a benefit of traveling, I think: finding more places that give you inspiration, and people who understand you when you feel alone. Though when you are dancing, you are never alone."

Something Mikey hadn't appreciated, at least where her comfort where the clowns were concerned. Sonia frowned: she'd only been trying to help. If his gang likely didn't fear his feet knocking out several of their permanent teeth, she assumed a bit of teasing around his fear would be warranted. "I imagine a spiteful, vengeful ghost abandoned her," She suggested, half-listening to the story in order to carry on their conversation. Strangely enough, it was more interesting than the ride's lore and she could always ride it again. She likely would, if the clowns wouldn't faze him a second time. "Maybe it is simply too romantic to fathom, if the ghost in question never loved her in the first place and only wanted her for power and control. I see enough of that in real life, who is to say it would not carry into the undead? Nevertheless, it still looks like fun, heartbreak aside. Spending my years haunting somewhere or someone sounds far more preferable than crossing over into the afterlife!"

If only because the afterlife, as she knew it in her family's Catholicism, seemed rather dull in comparison to Limbo, or even Hell itself. She'd read The Divine Comedy as soon as she was able to get her hands on it as a child, alongside plenty of other reading material inappropriate for children.

She followed Mikey off the ride: she'd been first to get on and therefore last to disembark. The walk back out into the sunlight was jarring, both in brightness and heat. "Sure, let us try the...what is it," Sonia paused to glance at the map. "Splash Mountain! A depiction of 19th Century Rural America apparently, based on a 20th Century film. Well, it shall cool us off at least." That, and the drop looked fun. The American West area of the park wasn't too far away and she could see the tan-colored mountain in the distance, and the riders who cried out as their logs began their descent.

But Sonia's smile faded at his suggestion, noticing the costumed character before shaking her head. "I really should not," She sighed, turning towards the mountain instead. "If I am caught here in a photograph by anyone, I imagine my family's security will converge quickly and our day out will end earlier than I think either of us intended. It is probably for the best that I refrain from photography whilst here."

Still, she gave the Mouse a wistful look. She would not have minded meeting him, personally: it was better than meeting princesses, with their overly cheery expressions and espousing of true love. Mostly, Sonia felt sure Mikey would never let her live it down if she posed next to a heavily made up woman in a ballgown and tiara. "So, the Splash Mountain, then?"

[madzieloss]

i feel like i lowkey want to get back into giffing but like... i also don’t really know what i want to gif

[crescent-maple]

My oath to you part 4

Characters: Xiao, Reader, Hu Tao, mention of Hu Tao’s grandfather

Pairing: xiao x reader

Tags: modern au, reincarnation au, grim reaper

"I'll—"

The soft sound of the leaves meeting the wind echoed all around you.

"Find—"

Someone cupped your cheeks. Gloved hands that were warm and yet you could picture how his hands are. Calloused and strong yet when he held your hand you never wanted to let go.

"I'll find—"

Lanterns adorned the night sky as you saw the male with you close his eyes. You knew his capability of hearing people's wishes and wondered if he was bothered by hearing everyone's wishes all at once.

Your arms wrap around him whilst resting a chin on his head as you hum a lullaby.

He stays very still then soon brought his arms up to embrace your figure.

"You."

The last word in the dream was enough to jolt you awake. Beads of sweat trickled from your temple down to your cheek.

It was a dream. Just a dream.

These were the words you kept chanting in your mind over and over again.

But why? Why did it feel so real?

Why do you feel sorrow and pain?

Was it because you do not remember who he is? Could not make out his face in the dream? Or is it because you know in your heart he was left all alone?

You let your body curl up, hands holding on to your own shoulders for dear life while letting the tears fall until darkness consumed you.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 

The next day Hu tao did not shoot you with endless questions as to why you suddenly left her at the library.

In turn, you did not ask on how you were able to end up safely in your apartment.

But she was unusually quiet. You were about to ask her when she suddenly spoke out loud.

"Grandfather is gone."

Her voice did not crack, her facial expression did not break for it remained serious. You hug her immediately and whispered your condolences to which she replied with a simple pat on your back.

"I have a duty to take over the family business. It was on grandfather's will for it to be passed down to me... It has always been like this for years on end ... Like a never ending cycle.", she mutters while pushing you away in a gentle manner, a faint smile forming on her lips.

"If there's anything i can help you with don't hesitate to tell me. I'll be more than happy to help you, Hu.", you replied as you tried to match the faint smile before you.

"Aw shucks. You really are a goody two shoes sometimes." , Hu tao mused, "Thanks. I do appreciate it. But i really can't stay after class now i'm the big bad boss. Don't miss me too much."

A chuckle escaped from you as you saw and heard the old Hu tao you always knew. She was already on her heels when she spun around.

"Be careful. Stay safe and don't cause any trouble. Got that?"

You gave her a nod before waving your hand for a goodbye. She does the same and ran the opposite direction.

You stood in silence as dried leaves drifted slowly in the air before hitting the pavement. Her words felt more like a warning or was it because a lot of odd things happened the day before and it left you overthinking little details.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 

A young male sat atop a sturdy tree branch. He was carefully observing the two young women conversing. By the time the other left, the one with pig tails he knew she gave him a look before running towards the gate where a car was waiting for her.

His response to the look? Simple. He simply rolled his eyes. It was hard not to miss, given the fact his amber colored eyes were too easy to catch and the red eyeliner he sported.

A colleague of his kept insisting he should use black since it has already been a couple hundred of years or so but he would always let their words enter his ear and out with the other. Red suited him most. No questions asked and no amount of prattle can convince him otherwise.

When he stood from the branch a couple dried leaves drifted down until it hit the pavement. Xiao knew the female's attention was caught by the leaves but not for long for she was already on her way to the gates of the university.

Ready to go home.

"Home...", Xiao whispered softly.

You were once his home. He was wondering if be could view you as his home now. He bites his lower lip too hard as it sank into it.

No. He can't. You'll be in danger if he were to get too close and he did not want to plant fear into your heart if ever you catch a glimpse of him.

Xiao figured it was wise to let faith decide.

Little did he know faith had other plans in store.

Part 1 link:

[cassyapper]

SHUT UP i’m not doing this… okay fine. without spoiling or whatever i wanna hear more about wwm/ta jotaro and kakyoin during p3 era. you didn’t hear this from me

MMM a good question not-tony

honestly it's not Too different from canon. like there's only one or two major moments that presumably did not happen with the same gravitas in canon but definitely DID happen with a lot of gravitas in this au and I'll get to that in a sec. but mostly they just look at each other more and are more aware of each other and they spend more time together in between the bullshit going on around them. they don't necessarily talk every time they get a moment but they enjoy rooming together because they like the quiet between them. it's understanding. it's just the neurodivergent linking of when u both stim in ways that don't bother/actually helps the other stim as well

sometimes they do talk though. jotaro will spit out a joke/one-liner he thinks is cool and kakyoin will laugh either way cause jotaro's one-liners aren't cool but his jokes are good scathing remarks. kakyoin will prattling about whatever if he needs to calm his nerves (he rambles when he's nervous) and jotaro will listen for at least a while before zoning out and while kakyoin makes a show about being like "how dare you not listen to my lectures" he doesn't actually care. he's kinda touched jotaro listens at all. sometimes when jotaro wants kakyoin to shut up he just leans against him until kakyoin falls/otherwise notices (like if they're sitting and kakyoin can't fall). sometimes he'll hold kakyoin's hand like "quiet now." kakyoin likes the texture of jotaro's skin, how it's scratchier with more hair and has more wrinkles than his own due to the smoking, so he usually trails off as he focuses on that. and jotaro, a big pressure stimmer, really likes the feeling of kakyoin squeezing along his arms/hands so it's good for them both when jotaro needs him to stop talking

of course they have spats and arguments but what they have, the mutual understanding of it, the way they don't need to talk about it (or so they think), is so important to them that they make up pretty quick when it happens

as for the couple of major moments:

the first is after the lover's arc. kakyoin is patching up jotaro and jotaro just lets him manhandle him. kakyoin was already sensitive to how much jotaor trusts him and now this? acting like a cat in his arms even while he stings his scrapes with disinfectant and jostling him while wrapping him up? kakyoin can't handle it and for once he needs to address it. so he just says point-blank, "you trust me." and jotaro opens his eyes and raises a brow like kakyoin is dumb. kakyoin grinds his teeth before saying "say it." and jotaro is like "why." and kakyoin's like "i need to hear it." "why?" "i need to know if it's true" "why does it matter" "because- because it just does." kakyoin can't quite put why it's such a big deal to him in words. jotaro stares for a while, not accusingly, but more confused, tired, he doesn't understand. Kakyoin takes a breath and says, "i trust you." and jotaro ducks his head before muttering "me too." kakyoin repeats, "please say it." jotaro doesn't get it but kakyoin's been acting weird all night so he finally squeezes his eyes shut and says, "i trust you." kakyoin hugs him and it's quite surprising cause they haven't hugged before. jotaro still doesn't understand but he doesn't wanna press kakyoin by asking. but kakyoin can tell he wants answers so when they separate he tries explaining it as like "you see me. you- you see me and what i can do" and while jotaro still doesn't quite get it he does understand more. they share a bed that night even though it is a double room just kinda hugging and kakyoin can't stop running his hands through jotaro's hair/holding his face

the second major moment is right before they split for the pincher attack. jotaro suggests the pincher attack idea but kakyoin is the one who says "ok so u go after polnareff and I'll go with joseph" and jotaro is like NO. he wants to be the one heading the charge. he wants to be in control. he doesn't want joseph and kakyoin to be alone. kakyoin gets angry and is like "oh fuck off jojo you're not the only person here who knows what he's doing" and it escalates until joseph tells them to shut up and that while he understadn's jotaro's concern, kakyoin is right and jotaro is the one most capable of comforting polnareff right now. so tensely jotaro and kakyoin look at each other one last time before kakyoin takes jotaro's hands, the first time he's iniated a hand hold, and says, "just trust me, okay?" and jotaro takes a deep breath before saying "okay." i have a comic about this here btw

anyway. this got long so sorry these two make me insane. god bless

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Lilly: Give me your voice and I'll make you human // Louis: but without my voice, how can I- // Lilly: BODY LANGUAGE HA!

ngl my favorite part of Ursula’s song is her saying that hahaha

Also, I totally reworked that whole part to fit with Lilly and Louis and it took WAY too long to write hahaha:

Lilly: The only way to get what you want is to become a human yourself. Lucky for you, I have just thing you need. 

Louis: Wait you can just... do that?

Lilly: Oh Louis, of course, I can. That’s what I pride myself on, what I live for: helping unfortunate merfolk, like yourself. Those poor souls without a place in this world, without someone to turn to or listen to their desires. I’m here to help, Louis, with whatever you need. 

Louis: You can make me human...? How?

Lilly: Magic, of course... You’ve heard of me and my past? I’m sure Minerva’s told you. I’m not proud of it. They weren’t exactly kidding when they all called me a witch, but I’ve since changed. I only use my magic for good. It’s a talent that I’ve always possessed and I’ve used it to help many. So, here’s the deal: I’ll turn you into a human for 30 days, okay? Only 30 days, and in that time, I need you to find and bring me a ring.

Louis: A ring?

Lilly: Yes, a ring worn by the lady of the house. It’s crucial that you find it and bring it to me before the sun sets on the 30th day, otherwise, you will turn back into a merman and... well, I’m afraid there will be consequences. You see, magic is very tricky and very strict. If you don’t hold up your end of the deal, the magic will turn you into one of them.

Louis: The-the-

Lilly: The water walkers, yes. Poor, unfortunate things. They couldn’t hold up their end and paid the price. I’m still working on a way to turn them back to the way they were, to set them free... But, don’t worry, Louis. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that you’ll find the ring. 30 days is more than enough time. So... do we have a deal?

Louis: ...If I become human, then... then I’ll never be with my father or Marlon or anyone ever again...

Lilly: But you’ll have your freedom, the life you’ve so longed for, surrounded by those who love you for who you are, and would never, ever hurt you the way your father and Marlon have. 

Louis: ...

Lilly: Remember, this is entirely up to you, and I want to lay everything out there for you. No secrets. So, we’ll need to discuss the subject of payment.

Louis: What do you want? Gold? Pearls?

Lilly: No, no, no such things. Honestly, if it were up to me, there would be no payment or consequences, but that’s magic. It’s simple, really. Think of it like this: Magic is all about equality. I help you, you help me. I give you something, and in return, you give me something of equal value. Now, I wish it wasn’t this way. I wish I could make you human and that be it, but that’s not how magic works, unfortunately. In order for me to turn you into a human, I will need your voice.

Louis: My voice...?

Lilly: I’m afraid so. No more talking, singing, joking, nothing. 

Louis: But without my voice, how am I supposed to-?

Lilly: What? Communicate? There are more ways to communicate outside of dull words. You’ll have your looks! That pretty face, your hands, and never underestimate the importance of your body language. Besides, the people up there don’t like a lot of blabber, anyway. They think a boy who jests is nothing but a pest 

Louis: ...

Lilly: On land, they think a boy who keeps to himself to be thoughtful, alluring. You’ll be desireable. They’ll all want to know you, want to know what you’re thinking. They’ll dote on you, give you their full attention. That girl- Clementine, is it? 

Louis: Clementine...

Lilly: She’ll be drawn to your silent nature. Girls want a man who will listen, who won’t interrupt them with annoying jokes or unwanted input. 

Louis: ...

Lilly: Besides, what is idle prattle for? They’re not all that impressed with extensive conversation, Louis, and a boy who holds his tongue gets respect.

Louis: ....

Lilly: Make your choice, Louis. I haven’t got all day. It will only cost your voice, a fair token. You can live without that for a while, can’t you? Perhaps you’ll even find it to be a blessing in disguise... Once you find the ring and bring it to me, I’ll give you back your voice and you’ll get your happily ever after. All you need to do is sign the scroll...