#rohan simping hours

[btheleaf]

Any hc for the airkids? 👀

When they're older, Jinora and Kai agreed that he'll be a stay at home dad. He's constantly like, "Behold my trophy wife/ambassador of peace/youngest airbending master in history/milf." He simps for her. Jinora takes after Tenzin and gets really invested in politics when she's older. People fear her.

Ikki is gay. That a whole-ass lesbian, sir. She starts some kind of animal rehabilitation clinic at one of the temples.

Tenzin doesn't let Meelo get his tattoos until he learns how to respect women.

Rohan has WEIRD hobbies that the other kids never had. Pema is constantly surprised and slightly impressed with the increasingly strange injuries she needs to take him to the hospital for. Bug bites, fell in a hole for 16 hours, poked his eye trying to get a good look at a plant.

She made a joke once that if someone manages to injure themselves in a completely new way, they get ice cream after (she was sick and tired of the kids hurting themselves testing the limits of their bending, dont @ her). Meelo got ice cream once, Rohan has gotten ice cream on five separate occasions.

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Mirage ✷ Aragorn

Pairing: Aragorn x Rohirrim!Fem!Reader

Words: 1.8k

Description: Amidst the Battle of the Hornburg, Aragorn sees a mirage cast up by the Valar⏤for it is impossible for a lady to fight as valiantly as the one in front of him.

( SILÉAS says ... ! ) This is just a little something, take it as practicing writing LOTR fanfictions. I'm not really satisfied with it but, oh well, whatever. Basically, this is just Aragorn being a simp and thinking he's crazy.

THE SURROUNDING CHAOS made the worst vices of Creation flourish on the scarred plains, obliterating any notion of race in their filth. Men and orcs alike had left behind quiet hatred for bloodshed and horror. Suddenly, the hitherto unspoken presence of Sauron materialised in Saruman's army before the helpless but resolute gaze of the nation of Rohan.

War, a destructive invention that endured despite the thousands of souls it took across the Ages. If War—in all its terribleness—were to have a name, the Battle of Hornburg would be the embodiment of it. Before the eyes of the Innocents, Helm's Deep had become the cursed resurgence of Angband. Legend and reality had merged, and, within them, the violence endured.

The rain poured down in torrents, blinding the warriors who, as best they could, struck their swords in general confusion in the hope of killing enemies.

Faced with Orcs howling for death, the men cried out for their homeland, for the courage that dwindled as their companions fell one by one.

Saruman's army had invaded the fortress not long ago. A strange concoction had resounded and sent the impenetrable defences of the stone city tumbling. A flood of monstrosities, weapons in hand, had colonised Aragorn's vision and had not left since then. Not even the arrows of the Elves seemed to stop the haemorrhage of suffering and torture.

They had been fighting for hours and the fatigue was beginning to show in the blows and the morale of the troops. The Ranger himself could do nothing against the despair that was gradually eating away at his heart and, with it, his hopes of Dawn.

Would he one day be made king, or would he die here without knowing if Frodo had succeeded? Was the race of Men doomed?

His cloak, saturated by the torrential rain, weighed him down, but not as much as the weight on his shoulders which, with each cry of pain from the men around him, became less and less bearable.

Amid this desolate spectacle, a glimmer of light caught his eye. Not far away, facing three enraged orcs, a figure was fighting fervently. Each blow was returned with tenfold strength. Hatred and determination moved this singular being and caused the enemy's blood to flow.

A play of shadows hid their face, but the length of their hair, flattened by the rain, gave one clue as to the identity of this valiant warrior.

It was a woman.

Disturbed by this sight, Aragorn narrowly avoided his opponent's club. Propelled to the ground, he miraculously managed to avoid being crushed by the fighters around him, far too blinded by adrenalin to pay attention to their surroundings. The Orc, encouraged by his vulnerable position, raised its weapon again and brought it down on him. It crashed against Aragorn’s shin, making him grunt in pain.

Even when his sword finally pierced his opponent's skull—in a last-ditch effort to defence himself—Aragorn's gaze wandered back to the strange sight, unable to believe it—for all the women were safe in the fortress. It was impossible for any of them to be on the battlefield. Eowyn herself, despite her warrior's heart, had stayed behind.

Time, as if manipulated by Vairë, stopped. The bewildered Ranger stood motionless in the middle of the vengeful crowd. His eyes, like a dragon's when faced with gold, couldn't move off the woman glinting in the moonlight.

The still-lit torches cast an orange halo over the side of her face. The lines of her body, shifting as she fought, faded at times into the darkness. It was as if she was one with the night but illuminated those who deigned to lay eyes on her—like Varda herself. You could have mistaken her for a star, for she looked so divine amidst this epic painting.

An Orc's head rolled at his feet and roused him from his torpor.

Only a few steps away from him, the rest of the body lay in a puddle of foul-smelling black blood. Above the dead man, Her. Triumphant. Her sword painted with murder. The shadows that had previously hidden her features had disappeared, revealing a face of great beauty, albeit bloodied.

She had just saved his life.

Aragorn was speechless. He did not really know what to think. Perhaps the battle and fatigue were starting to play tricks on him and making him lose his senses.

“Do not give up, my lord,” she said in a gentle voice. “All is not lost.”

Her soft tone pierced his doubts and softened his fears.

Assuredly, the lady was a mirage, cast up by his troubled and tired mind.

She was a vision of Tulkas, sent to guide the troops. She had this aura. They were dazzling, here and there, all those reflections that, on her armour, left behind a trace of the moon. This creature had been sculpted by the hands of the Valar who, at this tragic moment, were sending the army a good omen.

She embodied hope. The sign to persevere. Her very presence heralded Dawn.

This mirage—for he believed her to be such—made him redouble his efforts and his strength. Minutes and hours passed, and Orcs, Trolls and other of Sauron's filth fell in his path. Throughout the night, the enchanted vision continued to exist in the corner of his eye and to fight, leaving behind the disfigured bodies of their enemies. They fought in tandem, always close to each other but never speaking again.

When, at last, Rohan's horn sounded and Gandalf appeared on the hill, just as the first rays of the sun began to warm hearts and lands, the Ranger gave himself the right to breathe fully, to allow himself this moment of respite—the brief second of calm before the storm. Charging up behind King Théoden, Aragorn took one last look around.

She had disappeared.

Disappointed but now full of hope, he pounded his fist against his heart.

The Valar had delivered their message; their harbinger, now gone.

ROHAN WAS CELEBRATING. Warmth and light once again filled the halls of the city. There was no better proof of victory than the return of laughter and hearts filled with the joy of simply living.

Legolas and Gimli had been caught up in the euphoria and were drinking glass after glass—as always, driven by their competitive spirits—in hope of seeing the other give up.

At the other end of the room, near a table where food of all kinds was piling up and didn't seem to be diminishing despite the hungry citizens, Éowyn was conversing with someone. He could only see the back of them, but Aragorn was seized by a strange feeling of déjà-vu that made his heart clench. Yet, the figure in the trousers did not look familiar.

It was only when she turned to grab a bunch of grapes that the Ranger understood the feeling.

The Mirage.

It couldn't be. And yet there she was, tangible, real. His mind, clear again, no longer tormented by the spectre of death, had conjured up this vision once more.

As on the battlefield, she was ethereal. While the other women wore the traditional robes of Rohan, she could have been mistaken for a man with her trousers. And though she differed from the others in her provocation, she was nonetheless the most enchanting of them all.

She exuded a certain poise. Her features were delicate, showing a certain youthfulness, but what troubled him most were her eyes. They gazed out at the world in such an intense and magnetic way that it was impossible to look away.

“This is Y/N, the stable master’s daughter,” Éomer's voice startled him. As during the battle, the mere sight of this woman had plunged him into a trance. “She runs the stables with him, although her heart is shaped after a sword and not a horseshoe.”

“I didn't know it was the custom of Rohirrim women to fight.”

“It isn't. Y/N is stubborn. Too much so.”

“You speak of her with familiarity,” remarked the Ranger.

“We all know her here. She looks after our horses,” he shrugged.

It made sense. The sacred bond between the riders of Rohan and their mounts naturally elevated all those who cared for them to an influential and crucial role.

“Y/N has wanted to join the army ever since she was a little girl. She taught herself how to use a sword.”

Aragorn turned his face towards her, but Éowyn was now alone and looking at him strangely. He immediately looked away.

"I don't see why I shan’t," intervened a voice that startled both men. Neither of them had heard her coming. “I love the nation just as much as any other soldier present that night. I belonged on the battlefield.”

“Yes, Y/N. If you say so.”

The king's nephew's condescending tone made her scowl. She let out an angry groan, obviously having little respect for decorum, and marched towards the hall doors. This seemed to be a regular occurrence, judging by Éomer's blasé look and the lack of reaction from the other citizens close enough to hear the conversation.

Aragorn watched her walk with difficulty, avoiding putting any weight on her right ankle as she zigzagged between the revellers. Suddenly she was human, as fragile as all the other Men, as fragile as he. She was no longer this divine creature—although she had the features of one—but a wounded and, above all, frustrated soldier.

He caught up with her without difficulty, reaching into his pocket.

“This balm should help your ankle, my lady.”

Her eyebrows were furrowed. A drop of sweat beaded on her forehead from the pain, but she made no move to take the remedy.

Y/N did not reply until they had left the room and were isolated from the collective joy. The woman dropped onto one of the many cushions in the corridor. In silence, her gaze wandered over the untouched plains of Rohan.

“Would you have given this concoction to a man?” she said at last. Her voice was no longer soft but hoarse, damaged by combat, fatigue, and anger. Tired of having to justify herself. Anger at having her sex interpreted as a sign of weakness.

He hesitated for a moment: “No, but a mighty warrior like you cannot decently fight with a broken ankle.”

A shy smile softened her face. Aragorn's heart clenched at the sight and missed a beat when a hand—hardened by combat and blacksmithing—closed around his own.

She took the container.

“Thank you, son of Arathorn. I shall use it with gratitude.”

He seized her hand and kissed it tenderly, avidly tasting her skin. Always, a man driven by destiny, Aragorn for once gave in to happiness—however volatile it might be. The warmth spreading in his chest was worth all the hardships.

“We shall meet again on a battlefield, envoy of Tulkas.”

The promise to see each other again bloomed as the mirage became a reality.

[thus-spoke-lo]

Power and Control: Rohan x Reader smut

This turned out uhhhhh a lot longer than I was aiming for. My first smut fic in probably about 6-ish years, so I'm still a little rusty.

Summary: As Rohan's beleaguered assistant, you struggle to keep up with his ever-changing standards. When he's had enough of your mistakes, it's time for you to accept the consequences. Content notes: Fem!Reader, dubcon, spanking, degradation kink Word count: 2901

NSFW/18+ below the cut, minors DNI

You winced as you heard your name being called from the other room for the fifth time today. Rohan sounded irritated, yet again. But then again, you thought, when isn’t he? Rohan appeared in the doorway of the den where you were working at organizing hundreds of sketchbooks onto a set of bookcases. You looked up to see him in a huff, hands on hips. “(Y/n), this is the third time this week you��ve categorized these files incorrectly.”

You set down the books you had been filing and clasped your hands in front of you. This was only your second week of working for Rohan, and you were quickly becoming exasperated with his expectations. “Rohan-sensei, I’m so sorry. It’s just this is also the third time you’ve changed how they’re supposed to be categorized, so I’m having a little trouble keeping up.”

He held one hand to his temple, shaking his head and letting out a theatrical sigh. “How am I supposed to trust you as an assistant and archivist if you can’t even follow simple instructions?”

“You’re absolutely right, sensei,” you said through gritted teeth, nodding politely. “I’ll do better to keep up.”

“I certainly should hope so,” Rohan said as he walked back out into the hallway, looking over his shoulder at you, “or there will have to be consequences.” He gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he disappeared around the corner and back into the rest of his home. You felt a strange sensation in your stomach as you tried to process the look Rohan had given you as he made his exit—there was something other than the anger or disappointment you had expected, something that felt wanting and hungry, with a glimmer of cruelty. You tried to shake off the feeling in your core as just another part of the building anxiety you felt trying to keep up with his demands, and you went back to organizing.

The next day, you were kneeling on the floor of another one of Rohan’s spare rooms, trying to organize old receipts for taxes, when he threw open the door and held a book aloft. “You’ve done it again, (y/n)! I found another one of my sketchbooks in the wrong spot!”

You set down your papers, your mind spinning at how you could have possibly done what you were accused of—you were meticulous in your work, especially after the stern lecture and vague threat you’d been given yesterday. “But Rohan-sensei, you told me that red ones go on the third shelf…?”

“I told you that yesterday. Today, I told you I wanted them in the other bookcase.”

You stared at him intently, furrowing your brow. “Rohan-sensei, I really can’t apologize enough, but changing how you want things organized every day has been confusing, and I feel like it’s unreasonable to expect that I won’t make any mistakes.”

He dropped the book on the floor, the noise startling you. “(Y/n), I feel like you aren’t taking this seriously. We discussed yesterday, there will be consequences for this type of behavior, and for your insubordination.”

“Please, sensei, I can’t lose this job,” you said, springing to your feet. This was by no means easy work, and Rohan was quickly becoming nearly impossible to work with, but it paid far better than any of the other entry-level jobs in Morioh paid. “I’ll do what I need to so I can follow instructions better,” you exclaimed, thinking of your mounting school debt, your rent, and various other bills looming above your head. “I’ll take notes, I’ll make recordings every morning of your instructions! Whatever I need to do!” You felt an angry flush come across your cheeks, and you fought back the start of tears. “Just please, please, don’t fire me. I really need this job.”

Rohan scoffed. “The thought of firing you hadn’t even crossed my mind. That type of overdramatic reaction over a few misplaced notebooks is beneath me, I’m astonished you would think that of me. Besides, I doubt I could find another assistant who seems so…eager to please.” He leaned against the doorway and looked you up and down, with the same spark in his eyes that you had seen the day before, the one that seemed ravenous. “But you do need to face some consequences. Let us see how well you can follow these instructions, then. Come with me.” Confused, you walked towards him and he grabbed you by the wrist, walking you towards his office. What is he going to do, have me do extra chores or something? you wondered. He opened the door and pulled you in, stopping just inside the doorway. The room was mostly barren, save for a set of triangular bookcases, some file cabinets, a small couch, and his work surface.

“Now go bend over the desk.” He pointed to the oversized wooden desk towards the back of the room.

You didn’t even know where to begin with this request and found yourself barely able to eke out a “What?”

His eye darkened. “You heard me. Go bend over the desk.”

You nervously did as instructed, feeling a chill run down your spine. You knew what may be coming for you, but you hoped that he wouldn’t dare, he couldn’t—he was a professional and you were just his employee, he would never do such a thing. You bent over and placed your hands on the desk, feeling the smooth, cool wood on your palms. The air was still, and you waited what seemed like an eternity for your next instruction. God I want this job but…how much?

“Now take off your skirt.”

You turned around and peered at him over your shoulder. “Excuse me? I don’t know what you think you’re doing—“

“I didn’t ask,” he said sternly, arms crossed. “Prove to me you can listen, and take off your skirt.”

Your heart pounded furiously inside your chest, and you exhaled shakily, feeling a sudden flush spread across your cheeks. The tone of his voice, the predatory look in his eyes, his posture, his words…were you actually enjoying this? No, this is degrading what he’s doing, you thought as you unzipped your skirt and slid it down over your hips, letting the fabric hit the floor with a soft whump. You kicked it off to the side of you and resumed your position bent over his desk, your thin cotton panties now the only thing shielding your slit from his wanting gaze. And then you waited.

And waited.

And waited.

As you stood there, exposed in the quiet stillness, the only sounds your unsteady breaths and the pounding of blood in your ears with every heartbeat, you felt your panic and anxiety slowly dissolve into curiosity and—no, not that—arousal? You felt a tingling and warmth start to creep between your legs, as you waited for Rohan to exact his punishment and wondered what he may do to you��what did you want him to do to you? You couldn’t deny that his cold demeanor was intriguing to you, and his slim, surprisingly muscular body, shown off in crop tops and low slung pants, often caught your eye as he directed your daily activities. There was something you enjoyed, maybe too much, about taking direction from him. Stop it, you thought as you clenched your eyes shut, this isn’t the time for that! You finally heard soft footsteps behind you, and Rohan placed one hand on your lower back, applying gentle pressure. You closed your eyes, not sure what would come next. Suddenly, there was a stinging pain and you squealed as you felt a swift clap across your right buttock. You whipped your head around to try to catch Rohan’s eye as you yelped “What the hell are you doing?”

Rohan gently ran his hand across the spot on your barely-clothed ass that he had just smacked. “I am doing what I told you I would do, which is ensure you faced consequences for your behavior. Now, (y/n), the sooner we get back to it, the sooner your punishment can be over, and you can get back to work.”

You shifted your hips to try to get out from under his hand, but he pressed down on your lower back again as he landed another slap, and another, and another. You struggled under the sting of his palm, as searing hot pain spread across your cheek, a redness blooming on your tender skin. You gasped after each one landed, struggling to find yourself and barely able to catch your breath. As the blows continued, each a few moments apart, you felt hot tears began to well in your eyes, and soon they were streaming down your cheeks and dripping onto the desk. Your palms were no longer flat, having balled your hands into fists, getting tighter and tighter with each slap that rippled across your skin. Rohan finally came to a stop after what felt like an eternity, and you felt him readjust his body to switch to his other hand on lower back. “Only a little longer,” he murmured, rubbing his palm in a light circle on your left buttock, seemingly setting the target for where he would attempt to land his next punishing strikes.

You started to openly sob at the realization that the punishment was to continue, and yet, as your sensitive skin burned in the cool air of the room as the redness intensified, you felt your cunt pulse and quiver. The pain had awakened something deep within you, a desire that ran like lightning bolts through your nerves, and a pleasure that was unspeakable. You felt completely helpless under your Rohan-sensei’s resilient hands, and having this level of surrender and realization of just how vulnerable you were caused your aching cunt to flood with wetness. The smacks continued, still spaced moments apart, this round equally as painful as the last. You continued to cry out in pain after each blow, though you found yourself starting to slip into a state of quiet pleasure the longer it went on, and though the pain still caused you to squirm and shout, you almost started to accept the feeling and crave the sharp sting of your sensei’s hand.

Finally, he stopped. He took his hand off your lower back, and you felt your knees start to buckle a little as silent tears still ran down your face; your body and spirit were both weak and vulnerable. After a moment, you abruptly heard from behind you: “You’re absolutely disgusting, you little whore. You enjoyed this punishment, didn’t you, (y/n)? You are absolutely soaked.” You were drawn out of your near-hypnotic state and realized that you had given yourself away. He slowly ran his finger up and down the growing wet spot on your panties. You let out a small moan as the cool, damp fabric clung to your swollen cunt, and he settled his finger over the bit of fabric covering your throbbing clit, his fingers making slow circles as he pressed them into you.

“Oh my, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, you filthy girl?” he growled. “You’ve made such a mess of these panties.” He pulled them aside just slightly, and inserted two fingers into your dripping hole.

“S-sensei!” you cried, the pleasure of having his fingers slowly moving in and out overtaking you. “I-I don’t know what happened, I swear.” A moan mixed with a sob hitched in your throat as you found yourself pushing yourself back ono his fingers, the sounds of your slickness coating his digits as you bounced yourself against his hand echoing through the cold room.

“I know exactly what happened, (y/n),” he teased. “You are a filthy girl who craves punishment, and you can’t help yourself. My hands on your flesh made you insatiable, and your cunt gave away your dirty secret.” He slid his fingers out of you and gave your swollen clit one last swipe with his fingers, spreading your juices across your folds, then commanded, “Take off your panties.”

“S-sensei?”

“I said take them off. Now. Don’t make me wait another second.”

“Yes, sensei,” you managed to mumble as you hurriedly pulled down your soaked panties, throwing them off to the side and resuming your bent over position. You face flushed with humiliation as you felt your juices drop down the insides of your quivering thighs, revealing the intensity of your shameful pleasure. You heard a soft chuckle come from Rohan. He leaned over, his face nearing yours, and you felt the heat of his body against you, and the silken fabric of his shirt brush your back. “Good girl,” he purred softly into your ear. “Now that I’ve gotten you good and wet, let’s see if you can still follow instructions. I want you to spread your legs like a good slut.”

You nodded vigorously, finding yourself unable to open your mouth. You spread your legs apart as directed, and felt a rush of the cool air against your wet, warm cunt. You heard the rustling of fabric behind you, and then suddenly felt the smooth head of Rohan’s cock pressing against your slit; he slowly started to grind against the length of you, as you coated him in your slick.

“Oh Rohan-sensei pleasedon’t tease me,” you found yourself blurting out, in between heaving breaths.

Rohan stopped and held still, his manhood pulsing against your needy cunt. “Then beg for it.”

“Oh please, pleaseRohan-sensei,” you whined, practically in tears as your wet hole throbbed, desperate to feel him push into and fill you. “Please I need it, I need you inside me so bad.”

“Good girl,” he growled, as he pushed past your wet lips and entered you, the fullness of his cock stretching you as he pushed deep into you, your walls tensing around him. He slowly pulled himself back out, leaving just the very tip of the head inside your wanting hole. You knew he was teasing you, and you let out a pained moan, unable to find the words to please him to fill you again. The desperation in your voice made him throb and grow even harder than he had been, as he plunged himself deep into you, rewarding you for your plaintive cries. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging deep into your flesh, as his thrusts became even harder and he slammed against your cervix, causing you to yelp as it sent shockwaves through your already overstimulated body. You could hear the enjoyment in his groans as he would grab and squeeze at the red, stinging marks on your ass while he thrust, causing you to squirm under his touch, and your walls to tighten around his shaft as the pain radiated through you. With every cry, every little scream, every shout of pleasure or pain, you felt him swell and grow harder, your agony bringing him the utmost cruel pleasure.

His breaths started to become shallower and faster as his hips slapped against your ass, the sweat and juices from both your bodies spraying into the air. Finally Rohan groaned loudly as he pulled your hips towards him, pushing his length deep into your dripping hole. His hips shuddered and he let out a long, deep moan as you felt his cock pulsate and a warmth filled your aching sheath. He loosened his grip on your hips slightly, his cock still twitching inside of you as he intended to let every last drop of his cum fill you. He slowly pulled himself out of your swollen, messy cunt, and you felt his warm juices run down your legs, the sensation causing your tortured clit to pulse. You stood up and turned around to face Rohan; he was glistening with sweat, small beads of it making their way down his temples and neck.

He stood close to you and grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing your gaze to meet his. “Well, (y/n), you seem to have proven you can in fact listen after all.” He grinned, clearly feeling smug about the trembling wreck that he had made of you, as he gently caressed you cheek. “Now go clean yourself up and bring me a towel like the good, capable assistant you are.” You went off to the bathroom to dry yourself off, and while you were there, admired Rohan’s handiwork in the mirror, seeing your asscheeks both screaming red, the skin tight and swollen. You then quickly scurried back with a towel for Rohan-sensei, walking in to see him leaning back against the desk, pants still around his ankles, his cock glistening with your mingled juices. He smirked as he took the towel from you. “Now, (y/n), you have a few hours of your workday left. Let’s go see if you can follow directions this time and be compliant, shall we?”

A shiver went through your body, one that you felt deep between your legs, as you thought about his strong hands smacking your ass and his cock buried deep inside you. You felt a yearning deep in the pit of your belly, a desire to feel his hands landing blows on your still-sore behind, and to feel him grabbing your hips and filling you with his thickness again. You smiled and shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to see about that, sensei.”

[moonbeamwritings]

street light serenade

Summary: Unable to sleep, you call up a certain mangaka for company, convincing him to drive around Morioh with you in the dead of night. What comes next exposes much more than what his most recent draft is focused on.

Author’s Note: Rohan simps come get y’all juice 🗣️🗣️ I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!!

Sleep eluded you, as it often did when you were overwhelmed with university work, tossing and turning for hours on end as your mind swirled with all of the assignments you were too worn out to finish. It was nearing twelve o’clock and you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up a pencil or read any more academic journals.

Finally deciding to just get up and move around, you ventured down the hallway and out into the kitchen. A cup of tea could do some good, you thought.

With the tea kettle on the stove, you hopped up onto your counter, mind reeling with other ways you could get yourself to fall asleep. You could go for a walk, watch tv, or listen to music. Maybe going for a drive could help alleviate the stress crowding your brain.

As the kettle began to hiss, your mind was made up. A drive around Morioh sounded perfect, but one question remained. Should you go on your own? 

Without a second thought, you pulled your phone from the wall, eagerly dialing the number of the only person you thought would be awake at this hour.

Rohan Kishibe.

It took a few moments for him to answer, casting doubt on the possibility of your plan coming to fruition.

“What do you want?” His voice was sharp and biting, clearly not thrilled about being pulled from whatever he was doing.

“Hello to you too, Rohan. Do you want to come for a drive with me? I can’t sleep.”

Rohan’s response was immediate, sparing you no kind words or easy let-downs, “No.”

“Come on, please. I’ll pick you up! You don’t even have to do anything!” You knew you were beginning to grovel, trying to sway him to indulge your midnight whims, but you didn’t care.

“I’m not getting caught dead in that tin can you call a car.”

“Some of us have student loans to pay off, you know. Plus, who would see you anyway?”

You could hear him scoff through the phone, a short judgmental sound followed by a few long moments of silence. As soon as you thought he had hung up on you, he spoke, “I’ll pick you up in five minutes. If you’re not ready, I’m going home.”

A click sounded before you could get a word in. He was such a pain in the ass.

Rohan wasn’t easy to like, or easy to get along with, and he knew that, but you searched for his company often, asking him to coffee or lunch or stopping by to give him a new book he could use for research. At first, he would roll his eyes and scoff at your presence, annoyed at the prospect of someone so wholeheartedly thrusting themselves into his quiet little life. However, as time went on, he began to crave conversations with you, though he would never admit it.

So when you called, practically begging him to go for a drive, he couldn’t really say no, despite the apathetic lilt to his voice. Reluctantly, he pushed away from his desk, gathered his keys, and headed out. He would indulge you, if only just this once.

With your teacup long since forgotten, you raced around your home, throwing a comfy sweatshirt over your head and slipping into your shoes. Casting one final glance at yourself in the mirror, you lept out the front door, seconds after Rohan pulled up.

Plopping yourself into his passenger seat, you let out an excited greeting.

“You’re far too energetic for this time of night.” He replied, hand reaching across the gap to land on the back of your chair as he backed out of your driveway.

“What?” You whined, pouting at his tone. “Car rides are fun!”

“You sound like a dog.”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

The car fell silent as he began to drive, taking random turns and heading in whatever direction he pleased.

You brought a hand up to the radio, fiddling with the dials and buttons until you landed on your favorite station. You lowered the volume, sending the music into the background, rather than allowing it to ruin the calm energy in the car.

Rohan glanced over at you every so often, admiring the ways that the street lights mixed as they sped by, molding together to cast interesting shadows along your face.

The whole experience felt almost surreal in a sense, traveling through liminal spaces as some silly pop song played softly through the speakers. Just the two of you, the street lights, and the rumble of the car.

After another turn, you began to ask Rohan more about his life. What motivated him, what he was currently working on, when he was traveling again. Every question on your mind seemed to pass your lips, eager to become closer to the man that tried so hard to keep you at arm’s length.

He humored you, of course, but not without little complaints and jests, “You working for a gossip magazine or something?”

“No, I just want to get to know you. That’s all.”

Your response made something tighten in his chest. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had shown genuine, unmotivated interests in his thoughts and feelings. He was so used to the same questions, people entertaining his presence in order to weasel their way in, hoping to get some money or fame through his friendship.

You were different, a welcomed change.

When you exhausted your questions, he picked his own. How were your studies going, did you have anything lined up for once you graduated, what had you so worked up you couldn’t sleep. If you were going to know more about him, then he would like to return the favor.

Growing tired of taking the same turns, Rohan directed your little mission to a scenic overlook, angling the car so you could both stare out at the ocean.

It was peaceful, sitting under the light of the moon with you, watching as it bounced off the waves below, creating swirling patterns of dark sea and pale moonlight.

The orange glow of the streetlight on his side of the car casted a shadow along the side of his face, illuminating his high cheekbones and green eyes. Your eyes traveled down his neck, absorbing the way that same shadow warped against his neck and collar bones. In your eyes, he was rendered ethereal in this light, an untouchable being with an indescribable beauty.

“I didn’t know you had a staring problem.”

He could feel your eyes boring holes into the side of his head and it was starting to bother him. You can’t just stare at people, refusing to utter even a word. It was annoying.

Still so hypnotized by the light playing against his face, you responded without a second thought, “Rohan, you’re beautiful.”

Your words left you both speechless, rendered even more silent following your confession. You were embarrassed beyond words and Rohan was in absolute disbelief.

“What?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Just the,” you floundered, hands rising in falling in a desperate attempt to collect your thoughts, to form some sort of explanation, “the light.”

You cleared your throat, “The light behind you… it’s casting a pretty shadow. That’s all.”

Through your pathetic attempt at deflecting his question, he examined you, turning in his seat to really take you in. The same light casting shadows on him created a perfect beam on your own face, your soft skin and kind eyes on full display. He laughed, the whole situation both ridiculous and welcome at the same time. A mix of literal and subjective interpretations of the phrase “seeing someone in a new light.”

He scoffed, a smirk lighting his face as he pulled you closer, closing the distance created by the center console, “You talk too much.”

With that, he planted his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Your hands came up to trace along his cheekbones while his hand remained on the back of your head.

Rohan wasn’t one to wax poetic about just anyone, that much you knew. So as he pulled away, still holding your head as he began to describe how you looked under the light streaming in from outside, you felt your face warm. The slope of your nose, the curve of your cheeks, the delicate dip of your cupid’s bow, all made beautiful under Rohan’s diligent stare.

When he was finished, he readjusted his position to sit facing forward again with his hands resting on the steering wheel, “You’re alright, I guess.”

That’s the Rohan you knew and loved.

The two of you remained at the overlook for another hour, chatting and listening to music, but as he watched your blinking begin to slow, your eyes begin to grow heavy, Rohan elected to take you home.

As he drove along side streets, passing neighborhoods and businesses, he stretched a hand over to land against your thigh, gently squeezing it every so often.

Maybe he could afford to put this side of himself on display more often, if only for you.

[sluttyhusband]

PRIME SIMP HOURS!!!!

Rohan Campbell/Corey Cunningham, tienes mi corazón entero 🫶🏼💙

[doctortwink]

ranking jjba crack ships:

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kira x diavolo: 7/10

its too mainstream at this point, but still get good 'eew' reactions from dudebros.

3 less points for having too much logic behind it. 

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hayato x shigekiyo: 8/10 

two kids who does not deserve they extremely cruel fate. 

the first time hayato hold shigekiyo's hands, he just runned away crying.  

very revolutionary if you ask me.

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rohan x shrek: 11/10 

omg,, rohan is soo lucky. 

local-mangaka-twink deserves some real man to make life with. 

will have cute green babies. will live in isolated swamp. 

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mikitaka x ff: 10/10

two outsiders together. 

they will eventually have an weird babe - mikitaka suddenly throw the kid up in the middle of supermarket. 

they're too pure to human society. 

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weather x jotaro: 10/10

very hot dynamic. 

autistic dilfs together.

their first date is in vegetarian restaurant. no one said a single word in one and half hour, but they make out after dinner anyway. 

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hot pants x rina: 8/10

cute, simple. jojolion would never happen. 

props if you think hot pants is a lesbian and had no female to couple with her. 

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funny valentine x aph america: 6/10

predicable yet still acceptable. 

they're both annoying blondes. 

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joshu x anasui: 6.5/10

two simps. 

you can even handle one, but never the two of them. 

probably will end in murder before honey-moon. 

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haruno higashikata x jouta kujo: ∞/10 

if you shipp, that indicate that your brain is galaxy-huge and you have ascended to 5d reality. 

iq estimated in 948.  

[leora-rambles]

😳😳😳... sir may I have your number

Have some part 7 art style rohan my fav Rohan design.

Thus spoke kishibe rohan ep 02 mutsu-kabe hill.

[honeytea8]

@redbeanb0i, @fyre23, and @pun-in-ten-ded asked for Morioh next, so you know I had to deliver the goods! Stardust Crusaders HC’s here, in case you missed it.

✨The Morioh Crew and Their Song Picks✨

(based off SOME of my playlists/tastes)

Yukako Yamagishi

Honestly, her music reflects her pretty well for the most part. She’s got unapologetic bad bitch vibes (and I highkey stan)—she’s also a girl in high school with big simp energy (for Koichi lmao) and it can make her a little crazy. Yukako is like a sour piece of candy with a sweet center—she a little feral, kinda chaotic but also has a cute side you can’t help but like.

Maneater — Nelly Furtado

Freak — Doja Cat

Sorry — Beyoncé 

Moonlight — Ariana Grande

ocean eyes — Billie Eilish

Smack a Bitch — Rico Nasty

Okuyasu Nijimura

Ca$h Money Okuya$u gives me cool hip-hop vibes with a bit of alternative and pop on the side; he’s surprisingly cultured. I can totally see him as one of those people constantly wishing for the “old Kanye”. He has pretty diverse music taste, but don’t bother asking him for recommendations. His shit is so disorganized, because he likes everything so his music is literally all on one giant playlist and it’s hella chaotic (like 300+ songs and over 1000 hours of music on one playlist, sickening!!! 😭)

G.O.M.D — J. Cole

Kill Your Heroes — AWOLNATION

Hey Ya — Outkast

Through the Wire — Kanye West

I’m Not Famous — AJR

Ride — twenty one pilots

Koichi Hirose

I feel like his taste can go several different ways. Koichi is that timid guy steadily growing into a more confident person, but then his stand is all “let’s kill dat hoe beeeetch” like literally that’s his soul talking. For him, I’m just going to go with chill rap/nerdy rap, and then some alternative. Koichi and Okuyasu could probably rock the same playlist, but Koichi’s music would be more lowkey where as Okuyasu’s is more mainstream.

Rigamortus — Kendrick Lamar

Stressed out — twenty one pilots

Check the Rhime — A Tribe Called Quest

Hurt Feelings — Mac Miller

EARFQUAKE — Tyler, the Creator

Soul Food — Logic

Josuke Higashikata

Josuke is a sap if I ever saw one! Besides groovy pop music (or Prince’s whole discography), his playlist is mostly RnB love songs lmao (I fully believe Josuke has all of Usher’s music on CD and I take no criticism!!) He’s a romantic at heart so I think some of the music he listens to reflects that quite a bit.

Let Me Love You — Mario

We Belong Together — Mariah Carey

Take Care — Drake

That’s What I Like — Bruno Mars

U Got it Bad — Usher

You & I (Nobody in the World) — John Legend

Bonus: If I Ain’t Got You — Alicia Keys (Josuke would cry like a baby to this song and then vow to play it at his wedding, no, I’m not joking)

Rohan Kishibe

His nutty ass probably doesn’t even listen to music while working. It’s just silence. Rohan is attracted to powerful voices that evoke a lot of feeling, poignant lyrics are his weakness, they hit different and he loves it. He’d probably stan tf outta Adele or Lady Gaga. Essentially, when he listens to music, he wants to be impressed.

Skyfall — Adele

Young & Beautiful — Lana Del Rey

Hearts A Mess — Gotye

Movement — Hozier

Shallow — Lady Gaga

Midnight Mischief — Jordan Rakei

Chandelier (piano ver.) — SIA

✨Extras✨

Yuya Fungami

Hella rap, hella turn up. Master of the aux when it’s time to get hype! Dude has a chin tat, yakwtfgo 😂 Yuya’s like that one guy in the neighborhood with cleanest fits/sneakers, has hella hoes, does forex, drives a hellcat and wakes everybody up with his car and loud music whenever he leaves for work at 6am 💀💀 (some of y’all know what I’m talking about)

Flex — Polo G

High Fashion — Roddy Ricch

Topanga — Trippie Redd

Suge — DaBaby

Bank Account — 21 Savage

Walk It Talk It — Migos

Dior — Pop Smoke

Reimi Sugimoto

Easy! Reimi’s a sweet, friendly, cheerful, young sixteen year old girl. So I’d say her playlist is mostly pop music; bubbly, upbeat dance music. Lots of boy bands, girl bands. I can see her probably being a really big kpop and jpop stan too.

One Thing — One Direction

Sugar — Maroon 5

Work from Home — Fifth Harmony

Black Swan — BTS

Boy Meets Girl — Rude-a

Only One — BoA

Sunny Girl — Awesome City Club

Toshikazu Hazamada

Hazamada’s lowkey (highkey) a troll! The type to boldly say 6ix9ine is the best rapper in the game with a straight face and it gets everybody upset (especially Yuya and Koichi), wears all black air forces, rages while playing 2K. Probably wants a girlfriend so bad, but they always go for guys like Josuke and it makes him upset.

All Girls Are the Same — Juice WRLD

SAD — XXXTentacion

XO Tour Llif3 — Lil Uzi Vert

Falling Down — Lil Peep

Messages — The Hxliday

I Fall Apart — Post Malone

Y’all want Bucci gang next or nah? 👀

[jjadegreen]

ITS SPOOKY SEASON BABY !!!

And that means making spooky aus for no reason other than fun<3

In summary- jjba part 1-6 but there’s no stands/Hamon and they all exist at the same time AND everyone is a spooky monster!!! I included as many characters as I could but it’s quite easy to run out of creatures, so bear with me on a few of them. Also the joestar bloodline is just gonna all be George Joestars kids because I said so!

Also, this is all really dumb but it’s just for fun so it’s ok💕

*minor TW for mentions of death!!! Nothing graphic but I’d rather be safe

Jonathan: Frankenstein

Not exactly like the traditional Frankenstein’s monster but whatever!!

Used to be a regular kid until he died in his 20s along with Erina :(

His father, who is still alive here, doctors the hell out of his dead son and boom. Franken-son.

Most body parts are his but he lost some in his death... so like, one of his legs is just some random guys.

He is still very Jonathan... a sweet boy... beloved.

He loves flowers and plants and such!

Married to Erina!!!

Joseph: werewolf

Tbh I just feel like werewolves give off himbo energy

Ran into some spooky woods next to the Joestar mansion as a kid and came home with a wolf bite and a cool new form

The exact same as regular Joseph but with more dog attributes

Our boy will chew on a bone if he finds one. He will chase tennis balls like his life depends on it.

Him and Caesar are rivals but the kind of rivals who fight on the weekdays and watch shitty romcoms together on weekends

Jotaro: merman

Ocean man....... take me by the hand...... lead me to the land.......

Ok but in all seriousness. You know why Jotaro is a merman. Silly little ocean man.

Edgy bastard but he will go entirely soft if you bring out a sea creature

I have 0 idea how he became this. He probably pissed off an ocean witch or something and she made him a merman

H20: just add water type transformation. If he touches water, BOOM now he has a tail

He does not let that stop him

Kakyoin is his best buddy!! He also hangs out w/ Polneraff and Avdol

Jolyne: witch

Jolyne is just a lesbian witch. Is that too much to want

Idk anything about witches so I dunno!!! Maybe she just like. Decided to be a witch. I think there are real witches and I don’t want to disrespect anyone

Although she is the Halloween-y, pointy hat, black robe witch. She makes potions and stuff.

She has diverted her potion experience into cooking

She makes THE BEST fucking pastries

Josuke: werewolf (like father like son)

Even tho Joseph is not his dad here they give off similar energies

Joseph bit him while they were arguing and boom boom werewolf

In a band!!! With oku, koichi and yukako!!

Rohan is their manager

Best friends with Okuyasu and Koichi

He will cry if he doesn’t eat for 4 hours

Giorno: vampire

Vampire for obvious reasons

He’s technically everyone’s nephew because he’s DIOs son (who is biologically a joestar here)

He’s not in the mafia! He just hangs out with the bucci gang!

Despite having the ability to make it seem like he knows what’s going on, he never does

Never

Pudding cups are banned from the mansion because he will devour them in just a few seconds

Vegan, but will never pass up drinking the blood from someone he hates

You guys know I’d never stop at just the jojos

Erina: Frankensteins bride!

Died with Jonathan and was brought back the same way as him

Baker!!!

Very close with Speedwagon

Speedwagon: former ghost hunter

Our man was a ghost hunter until actually meeting a ghost (probably Reimi) and deciding that maybe he could just be a normal man instead

He lives with the joestars because he’s really close with Jonathan and Erina

He and Will were a ghost/vampire hunting duo

Will Zeppeli: former vampire hunter (who is now a vampire lol)

Once Speedwagon decided to just be friends with all the monsters he followed

Caesar: vampire

Don’t ask why caesar is a vampire even though that’s DIOs thing. Caesar gives off vampire energy.

He acts like he hates Joseph but believe me they are in love

Him and Suzie Q are the most powerful friendship you could imagine

Suzie Q: fairy!

Just a little fairy girl! That is it!

Badass bitch. Probably uses her tiny size to steal from everyone

Smokey: literally a normal dude

Caesar was going to suck his blood but decided that Smokey was too nice for that date

The joestars of course got attached to him immediately

Kakyoin: Tree Nymph

TREE MAN!!! TREE MAN!!!

His hair noodle is a branch that grows a cherry

Iggy: Cerberus type dog

Jotaros pet dog!!!

Absolute bastard

Avdol: Phoenix

Fire bird. Self explanatory.

Polnareff: centaur

Yes he still has the stupid hair. Would he be polnareff without it?

Avdol simp

Koichi: shapeshifter

He’s a shapeshifter because I said so even tho it makes no sense!!!

He does so many favours for everyone

In a band w/ oku, Josuke + yukako

Okuyasu: zombie

Why a zombie? Because Okuyasu has no brain

He’s a simple man. You put food in front of him and he eats it on sight

In a band w/ koichi, Josuke + yukako

Yukako: siren

I just feel like a long haired pretty woman gives off siren vibes

In a band!!! You have heard it three times you know the drill

Rohan: can transform into a dragon??? I guess???

I’m gonna be honest I’m just running out of ideas

Band manager

Tonio: can transform into a caladrius

@c-c-cherry told me this is some kinda healing bird??? I’m choosing to trust her don’t betray me Cherry

Reimi: ghost, obviously

No notes needed you get it. She’s a ghost

Mista: gargoyle

Stinky man!!! Stinky stone man!!! Never showers because he’s a stone man!!!

Bruno: angel<3

He’s already a perfect angel in the show why would I need to change that!!

Bruabba is canon He is married to Abbacchio

Abbacchio: demon

Goth demon man to contrast Bruno’s infinite light

He is married to Bruno because bruabba is real

Narancia: ghost

I’m literally just imagining narancia pulling so many stupid pranks as a ghost which is the whole reason I chose this for him

Fugo: reaper

Imagine like. Edgy son of the grim reaper who doesn’t want to be a reaper so he runs off and becomes friends with a wacky group of creatures. That’s fugo baby!

Trish: imp

Im almost out of ideas

Probably half human? Diavolo would definitely be an imp as well

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This was very bad but fun

Thank u Cherry for being my emotional support while I tried to come up with so many different monsters

Also yes!! Some of them aren’t exactly monsters but I am just a little creature who doesn’t want to spent a week looking for the perfect monsters for every character

Love you all mwah mwah

[nyxienoya]

Humble Surprises

lil Rohan x Dio fic for the bestie

summary: Rohan draws Dio because he's a simp

word count: 1.9k

It was silent in the Kishibe residence, both Rohan and Dio were sitting parallel to each other in the living room. A faint sound of the record player playing Mozart softly. Rohan was sat on his single seater red leather couch seemingly slaving away working on his manga as usual, at least that’s what it seemed like to Dio.

Dio however, was sat on the black three seater leather couch reading one of his old books from the 1880s, holding it with one had as he swirled a glass of red wine with his other hand, stopping his reading to take a small sip every so often.

The two had met only years prior when Rohan was nineteen and decided to take a trip to Cairo to expand the limits of the manga he had been planning for years. He frequently used the architecture of the buildings in the manga, even in frequent volumes just to reference back to one of the best moments in Rohan’s life.

Rohan ended up stumbling away from the city, getting too versed in drawing anything that piqued his interest, to the point of him having to buy an extra four sketchbooks the minute he landed in Cairo, knowing he’d lose all control. It only took two days for Rohan to fill up the first sketchbook. To ensure that he wouldn’t fill the rest of the sketchbooks in mere days, Rohan decided to venture off away from the city, trying to take in more than what met the eye.

Off in the distance he saw a large building, illuminated by candles of all shapes and sizes, curious, Rohan decided to head towards it.

Meanwhile, inside the mansion stood Dio and his thirteen year old son, Giorno in deep discussion in front of the grand staircase. “Giorno, son. Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t venture off to Italy this young on your own!” Dio exclaimed, to which he continued on in a hushed tone of voice, “please son, if you leave it’ll just be me and Vanilla Ice, and as much as I appreciate him as a follower, it’s too much. By this point he should just be my slave, he’s that subservient to me.” In response Giorno rolled his eyes, playing with the ends of his braid. “Father, I’m not doing this to abandon you, I adore you, you care for me whereas mother doesn’t, she left you for a Japanese man, and I cannot forgive her for doing so. But I digress, you’re extremely dramatic. The most compelling reason you wouldn’t want me to leave is as a result of you being a vampire, and Italy is a catholic country, therefore having crosses and garlic and whatever vampires are allergic to.” This caused Dio to look towards his son with a deadpan look on his face whereas Giorno was stood with a smirk on his.

Unbeknownst to the two, the grand door had been open for a minute where Rohan had been standing, jaw agape from what he had just witnessed, “You-“ he tried to muster something to say, but was quickly silenced by the tall vampire suddenly appeared by his side. Giorno looked to the scene in amusement, “You can’t kill him.” He spoke nonchalantly to which Dio opened his mouth to reply only to close it once more, unable to think of a response. By now, Rohan had gained control over his thoughts once again and started to look around frantically. “Ah! The architecture of this place is simple magnificent.” Rohan exclaimed, turning to face the vampire. “And, you’re a vampire? Your features would be great in my manga. Oh the possibilities are endless, having a vampire in my story would add a little spice.” Rohan ranted, without Dio realizing, his son had slipped away from the situation, laughing softly noticing how fascinated his father was with the mortal.

Dio was stunned, normally if a human had stumbled into the mansion, Dio would kill them or turn them into a vampire to act as his follower, but this human, he was something else.

Over time, Dio found himself infatuated with the human who he came to know as Rohan, and within a years’ time of knowing him, his partner. Dio thought it would be appropriate to turn Rohan into a stand user just lie himself, using the arrow. To no surprise to anyone, his stand; Heaven’s Door took inspiration from Rohan’s zeal for manga and the arts. Later, the two found that The World had a softness for Heaven’s Door, acting in a nurturing way towards it. The first time the two saw their stands together The World seemed to be fretting over Heaven’s Door and seemingly inquiring about its powers. Seeing this made the users chuckle, who knew their stands felt so softly for each other?

Fast forwarding to the present, Rohan was scribbling away at a piece of paper, having his coloured inks sprawled on the coffee table, dipping his pen in every so often. Dio thought is was cute how Rohan acted when he drew, tongue in between his lips, eyebrows furrowed, his hair sticking to his cheeks; his headband working to no avail. Whilst reading, Dio would look up over his book to take in the sight of his partner. He thought it was strange how the two of them clicked, a 138-year-old vampire, and a passionate manga artist. Two unlikely lovers, and quite frankly, Dio wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Aha!” Rohan suddenly called out, causing Dio to place down his now empty glass of wine as well as his book. “Are you okay there, darling?” Dio asked, an undertone of concern laced in his words. Rohan looked up to his boyfriend, a large grin plastered on his face, “Everything is fine, my love. If you don’t mind” he stood up, drawing in hand, “I’ll be right back.” Rohan then rushed upstairs in order to finalize some details.

Dio rubbed his chin in curiosity, “What ever could that man have been drawing to be that excited for it?” He questioned. Shrugging, he stood, picking up the glass and walked into their kitchen which had the key to the basement. Dio snatched the key off the hook and headed towards the basement door. He opened it and flicked the lights on, stepping down the wooden stairs. He took a deep inhale, the smell of various types of wine accumulating into one scent. He walked around the racks of wine, uncertain on what flavour he was craving. Dio didn’t realise that ten minutes had already passed before he finally picked the perfect red wine. A Malbec; which Dio thought perfectly expressed the fruitiness of summer, having a blueberry flavour with a hint of spice. Perfect for these Summer evenings.

The moment he picked up the bottle of wine from the rack to take back upstairs, he was suddenly was enveloped by two arms around his waist, “I knew you’d be down here, you alcoholic.” Rohan joked, nuzzling his cheek into Dio’s defined back. “Oh hush, young one, I simply ran out of the wine from earlier. That’s beside the point though,” he started, turning to wrap one of his arms around his boyfriend. “what did you need from me, dear?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to Rohan’s forehead.

“I came to ask you to come upstairs. I wanted to show you the finished piece.” Rohan smiled, taking Dio’s free hand and almost dragging him upstairs. Taking almost stagnant steps, Dio smirked; “You know dear, you’re stronger than you look.” To which Rohan replied with briefly glaring at him and groaning, “Come on, I don’t have all evening to wait for you-“ He was promptly cut off by seeing that his boyfriend was no longer behind him, rather; leaning on the door frame in front of him, eyebrow quirked. “Exactly what I’m saying love, come on, we haven’t got all day.” Dio spoke, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Once more, Rohan groaned, muttering “Sometimes I hate that stand of yours.”

Taking his boyfriend’s hand once again, the two walked up to Rohan’s office in silence. When the two were in front of the door, Rohan released Dio’s hand and turned to face him. “Okay, no using The World, I want you to cover your eyes, it’s a surprise. Whether you’ll like it or not is beyond my control, but I hope at least you’ll appreciate it.” Dio nodded and covered his eyes with his arm, still holding the bottle of wine whilst reaching out for Rohan’s hand and succeeding.

Rohan opened the door and took slow steps, trying to ensure his partner wouldn’t trip, walking into the center of the room then stopping. Rohan let out a sigh and released Dio’s hand again. “Okay, you may uncover your eyes.” To which Dio complied, accompanied by Rohan saying “Surprise!”

He took in the drawing. It was him, which was the first thing to shock Dio, Rohan really cared that much about him to take hours of time to draw him? What surprised him more was the fact that is was him when he was a teen, back in the 1880s before everything in his life fell apart. Dio was taken aback, stumbling backwards slightly. It was a beautiful drawing, the fluidity of the ink encapsulating his features perfectly. Dio, needless to say was taken away with the drawing, and Rohan could see it in his expression.

Tears cropping up in the corner of Dio’s eyes shocked Rohan the most though. “Darling, are you alright, is the drawing that bad? I can destroy it if you want.” Rohan frantically explained. Dio shook his head, rejecting the idea. “Don’t do anything of the sort darling. I apologise, but I was just incredibly taken aback from it. It’s beautiful. You perfectly matched up my personality from when I was a boy, all from the stories I’ve told you about my youth.” Dio stated, Rohan nodding as he spoke.

“Are you sure that’s all-“ Rohan started, but getting cut off mid-sentence by his boyfriend. “I know you must think there’s some deeper meaning to by my response being as sorrowful as you expected, and there is. It’s just that, looking at this drawing evoked something inside of me; regret? Anguish? I’m not sure, but whatever it is makes me miss JoJo, I never wanted to actually hurt him-“ Dio’s rant being cut off by Rohan hugging him, tears of his own cropping.

Dio smiled softly, returning the hug, staring at the drawing. “I want you to frame it. It’s too precious to put elsewhere.” Rohan nodded.

“Thank you Rohan, this means a lot to me. You’re so talented and I cannot thank you enough for being my partner despite my past.” Dio spoke softly. Rohan muttered a response against his partner’s chest; “I love you too, Dio. If you ever need me to draw something which can bring to life the memories you once had with Jonathan, I’ll do it, no questions asked.”

Later that night, Dio found the drawing framed and hung in the walkway to the living room and smiled softly. “Thank you, JoJo.” He whispered to himself. As he said those words, he could’ve sworn he felt a large hand on his shoulder, one so familiar to him, but so distant at the same time. Jonathan Joestar after all these years was still looking over his brother.

[thus-spoke-lo]

Rohan would gripe a bit at first when he realizes you’re sick— he better not catch it from you because he has deadlines to meet! But no of course he’s going to take care of you, don’t be silly! But his gentle bitching is actually just because he worries about you. If you tell him not to worry so much or ask about his work, he’ll shush you and tell you not to worry about it, making sure to hold back your hair and rub your back when you’re sick, checking your temperature, and not leaving your side for a second. He’s the great Rohan Kishibe— surely he can catch up on the pages his editor needs while you’re sleeping.

🥺🥺😭 anon you absolute sweetheart. I love the idea of Rohan putting up his usual bitchy front just because he’s worried, as he totally smothers me with affection and care. My little heart is full ❤️

[nicomrade]

not to be a jotaro simp or anything 🥺 but... mayhaps jotaro for the character thing?????? 👉👈 ❤️💕 hahaha jk,,,, unless?? 😳

i love jotaro♥️♥️♥️ (sdc stans dni /j)

sexuality hc: *banging on table* gay ace gay ace gay ace

gener: (still banging) trans man trans man trans man (i also like enby joots :) )

ship: jotahan my beloved........ they wear matching "i was given a stand by outside forces and all i got was all this PTSD"

brotp: i think..... i think..... jotaro and pol are friends <3 that comic of pol visiting him in morioh and hugging him lives in my brain. i also think he isolates a lot so he doesnt have that many close friends & he ended up divorcing his college best friend so like. awkward.

notp: the like vile shit aside i think shipping him w his ex wife is weird as hell.. they are divorced... i dont hate it tho its just qjsjakkd i dont see the appeal

random hc: first off, he is autistic, 2nd off he likes manga and was a fan of rohans work before meeting him in morioh, 3rd he didnt realize rohan from morioh was mister kishibe from the mangas until like 8months in knowing the guy. he saw heavens door and was like wow this guy is also a fan of pink dark boy that is so cool...... when he finds out he remembers infodumping about pink dark boy TO rohan and has to lay down for an hour. he gave joseph's collection of comics to jolyne also!! n she grew up reading them :) n it was a nice bonding moment between them 💚

general opinion: jotaro my friend jotaro!!!!! hes a shitty dad but an epic divorce man and i still care enough about him to have recently made him a 15h playlist.... orz

[nomances]

my cast assessment

kyle - i refuse to see or read anything about this man, now that i’ve seen the other kyle

austin - i can’t imagine any 23yo realtor with a modelling career on the side being anything but sheltered, hope she proves me wrong

josh - simping for elon? not on my watch

beth - i stg if we don’t start calling her holly

breydon - i hope he’s in that 1% of tolerable anthropology majors

jedson - emphasized the fact he was woke in the intro, therefore he will be cancelled within the first 24 hours

julie - cautiously supportive of her, her sense of humor might be too much for some of the houseguests

kiefer - had me at mullet

latoya - acab

rohan - reminds me of the boyfriend in that ‘’babe what is wall street’’ tiktok

tychon - too nice aka boring

tera - please be like alison from orphan black

tina - i too crave to spend my life with my dogs on a mountain (soulmate optional)

victoria - also boring but in a good way

[musicdork]

jjba social media/tiktok au!! (hcs)

there’s a lot about josuke im so sorry sfjlesfejk,, it started out as just him and then i was like “”,, what about other people?”” other’s are at the very end

it’s pretty fuckin long i,, im so sorry hh,, also my thought process was kinda Everywhere with this so like,, hope you can still enjoy this haha

[ edit ] this’ll be like,,, a masterpost or something for my hcs so this is,, very long,,

- you CANNOT tell me that Josuke isn't the kind of person who'd make thirst traps n him just being confident in his body like!!!

- tiktok josuke would be a blessing for me

- he'd make the thirst traps but in the caption be all embarrassed about it and like???? hOW ADORABLE!!!!

- i also feel like he'd make some gaming jokes,,,

- then ppl see jotaro a couple times and are like 👁️👄👁️💦

- OH MY GOD

- WHAT IF HE GOT OKUYASU N KOICHI TO DO SOME DANCES WITH HIM!!! or just them generally being dorks n they have a whole fanbase

- AND THE GIRLS AND THE GAYS GO BATSHIT LMAO (he's on gay tiktok, period. and like, other niche n weird spaces of tiktok)

- josuke's making a tiktok and it starts off in his room. he points up n text appears, "you guys wanna know how joot and i are related?"

- then he does a basic transition to where he's at jotaro's hotel room, having him and jotaro in frame with an arm wrapped around his shoulder.

- josuke's grinning

- jotaro has no fuckin clue whats going on

- a text appears above them, "say hello to my little nephew"

- i can see josuke doing povs, not the cringey kind but some that would be comforting for others;; who really need it.

- for his username my brain came up with starboy99 but he would definitely have his full name at the top of the screen

- probably part japanese to shorten the amount of characters he has to use (what i should've said is part KANJI n part romanji but hhh)

- i feel like he uses they pronouns too

- i have to think of his bio 👀

- definitely have his pronouns

- maybe a small quote? "just here to have a bizarre adventure! 💫"

- maybe something like that

- DEFINITELY have that he's a minor cause when he didn't have that,,, a lot of adults were simping for him and i feel that would make him Uncomfy

- he's adequate at transitions, but doesn't take too much time to learn them tbh. he's definitely the person to have vloggy type of tiktoks where he just shows a minute of his day

- absolutely would have okuyasu in his tiktoks with them doing dumb shit (like pranking rohan hehe) and them just being DORKS. a lot of ppl would think they're dating or just have a really good bromance

- he got a second of jotaro with his hat off and everyone died that day

- jotaro's in his tiktoks but very rarely

- when he is, people go BATSHIT with the simping

- i can see his following being fairly decent, and him getting decent traction but would also get shadowbanned a couple of times

- he definitely talks about retro games a lot and makes memes centered around them

- i can't say for certain what side(s) of tiktok he's on except for the obvious gay tiktok

- the more wholesome side, definitely activism, some povs, splash in some diversity, maybe japanese tiktok?? im sure that exists

- idk the more obscure sides,,

- he's a casual tiktoker for sure, maybe posting twice a week

- when he's especially bored he might post a couple times in a day, maybe an hour :'))

- i take that back, maybe three times? three times sounds fair

here’s a little break for your eyes lmao, there were a Lot more than i thought holy shit,,

-  JOSEPH (P2!) WOULD DEFINITELY HAVE TIKTOK SJSNS

- rohan makes two tiktoks

- they both blow up (and act like they don’t know nobodayy HAHAHA)

- he has a large following (mainly jap)

- but he barely uses tiktok after that

- i can't see giorno having social media tbh

-  he'd try to predict the algorithm based on the stuff he posts when he first gets the app.

- its mainly just him being a goof with a couple thirst traps thrown in there once he realizes "oh shit, i have simps?"

- caesar is featured once n already has a fanbase under joseph's acc (joseph's not jealous or anything,, nooo,,,,)

- like he's in the mafia,,,

- wait

- or maybe he just takes really good pictures of nature,,, i can see that

- a lot of people ask "where is this dude's parents,,,"

- narancia,, is the one who has tiktok (in bucci gang)

- mista would always (not ALWAYS but very. often.) find ways to be in them/photobomb

- i can see his (narancia’s) fyp being like super wholesome with some dumb memes but also popular music covers

- like rock covers or sumn similar

i deadass thought i had a couple for johnathan and erina too but!! can’t find them so,,

-  so one day he makes a tiktok, inside the turtle lmao

- at first he's like "why are you guys asking where my parents are;;"

- the camera flips to abbacchio and bruno

- "they're right here"

- cue a chuckling giorno and a laughing mista

- they do all the couple tiktoks together,, all the cute ones at least. i can see them doing the more wholesome dances too! they would all around just be the cute couple everyone else aims to be

- also thought i had some part 3 hcs saved?? wtf my saving skills are terrible,,

- polnareff is the one with tiktok. he would go around filming small snippets of stuff that happens with the crusaders (ignoring that,,, tiktok Did Not exist at the time haha)

- jotaro and kakyoin were definitely featured in his tiktoks!! i can see avdol with his arms folded being like “...we have better things to do--”

- but pol is like “but the fans, avdol! think about the content they’ll be missing out on!!”

- he’s hopeless LMAO. but honestly?? he'd make a good vlogger too!! his charisma would definitely be to his advantage

- you bet your ass that oldseph photobombs any chance he gets lmaooo he’s also the guy that a small part of polnareff’s fans simp for. 

- actually, each crusader has their own small fanbase within pol’s tiktok account. i feel the majority would be fans of jotaro and polnareff (it is his acc,,)

- jotaro’s fyp, when he reluctantly gets tiktok, consists of animals,, animal facts, funny animal tiktoks, ocean tiktoks for sure, just a lot of naturey stuff!! but he barely uses it though haha

- kakyoin uses tiktok every now and then! i feel he would prefer instagram more. he mainly posts his artworks, and the occasional retro game case hehe. he does the Dumbest shit on his “close friends” story, it’s great. i feel that’s also where he goes to ramble about whatever’s on his mind

- avdol definitely has a work instagram, only using it for his fortune telling business and trying to network with different tarot readers and fortune tellers. he likes the small community he has,, hehe,,

whoever read all this I'll cry in your arms

[boku-no-imagine-acadamia]

Dumb ideas if people wanna request them idfk

People have sent me a lot lf asks saying they want to request stuff, but dont know what, so heres some dumbass ideas ive had

Some NS*W ahead!

Bnha

Reader cooking shit for bakugou and leaving it outside his door and he cant figure out who the fuck sent it, then he finds out (there could be a part 2 where he goes tsudere and says the food sucks but he really likes it but now you cook for kaminari and so bakugou bullies kaminari and eats his fuckin food and then you find out)

Tokoyami with a goth gf

Female dom making one of the girls squirt across the room haha im gay

Fisting deku till he cries

Shoving a huge vibrating dildo up a dudes ass and making him sit in the common room for an hour

Iida with a dumbfuck s/o

Bottom bakugo

Kiri with an s/o whos quirk is powered by singing, having to sing a duet in front of the class

Soulmate au, hand print is on ya coochie

Jojo’s bizarre adventure

Koichi with a tall ass s/o

Koichi getting fisted

Okuyasu getting fisted

Josuke getting fisted

Rohan getting fisted

Yukako overstim

I like part 4 can yall tell?

Rohan with an s/o who has a sketchbook of him sleeping

Okuyasu is a simp, hyjix ensues

Anyone in any part getting fisted omg please i need this

Kakyoin with an s/o who plays with his hair constantly

Sad joot getting over a divorce with his wife who cheated on him (jolyne is not around)

Jolyne as a fucking bottom

Premarital sex with Jonathan

Giorno with an s/o whos allergic to flowers

Giorno with an s/o who loves frogs

Koichi please i need to write koichi content but i dont wanna do it when its not an ask please i beg oh dear god please help

Hetalia

State readers x country ( i could write a backstory if someone wants it explained more)

Russia just... watching for 3 minutes straight

Axis powers fighting over the reader

AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!

Any nsfw where the reader is a top

(Maybe some fisting)

Ouran high school host club

An orgy

Or just everyone getting fisted

The club is running out of money so theres a fundraiser where chicks just put on straps and destroy their asses ahaha

Asks are open! If i get any new ideas or anyone asks for any of these ill edit this post!

[amethystsoda]

Get to Know Your Mutual:

(I was tagged by @simping-for-tendou and started a new thread since it was getting long! ty bb!)

Reason why you like/dislike your name: I like that it can be a male or female name!! The Hebrew means “Lion of God” and I technically have the male spelling and the male nickname Ari 💖

Star sign? Virgo sun, Libra moon, Scorpio rising

Country you live in? USA, Midwest, corn country (Indiana)

Favorite artist? This probably means music, but I thought of visual arts first 😂 Faves rn are Prince, Neon Indian, Porter Robinson, Madeon, Kimbra, Anamanaguchi, Sufjan Stevens, and a ton more!

Morning, afternoon or evening? Golden hour is the best just before the sun sets.

Siblings? Just 1! Big bro who got all the math and science brains while I got the creative brains.

Sexuality? Biromantic Demisexual with a male preference ☺️💕

Favorite special item? any of my little jojo merch! Like the Bruno necklace or Rohan earrings, etc. I love being able to sneak little Jojo references into every day life. Also my lucky 2 pence coin I found on the streets of Edinburgh!

Five random facts?

- I didn’t get start watching anime until my Junior year in college

- I have a facial scar from when I fell on a conch shell as a little kid

- Sir Peter Paul Rubens was not only an artist but a diplomat as well and negotiated a peace treaty between England and Spain and was knighted by both countries as a result.

- I have the pattern/steps for making an origami fish memorized and love making them for little kids in restaurants and the office as a distraction!

- I wish I was smoochin Rohan Kishibe rn 😳💞

Tagging: If anyone wants to do this, pls doooo ( @dongiovannaswife @lostinthe-jojos @smol-sunnie @caffeinecroosh @risottoneroo @alittlewhitetulip @giogio-gucci-gangstar @abbacchios-sunflower @wes-bluemarine-hoe @kakyoin-shades )