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ladyluscinia · 1 year ago

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Izzy Hands Is Manipulative, But Not That Way

...or I finally finish that long ass meta post about why I love the fucking Navy Plot lol

The Izzy manipulation debate has been really interesting to me pretty much since it started, because I'd see a post arguing he's manipulating Edward and go "No, and he couldn't if he tried" and then the next post would say he sucks at manipulation because he's a blunt fucking instrument and I'd go "Yea- wait. Hmm. No, he can be targeted and tricky as fuck." Which does, on its surface, seem like a contradictory stance, but I swear it works.

Because the thing with Izzy - and this is such a fun thing imo - is there are two core types of manipulation that characters engage in, and Izzy fucking sucks at the one you expect his style of antagonist to focus on. But he's scarily good at the other.

Long meta under the cut, so get comfy.

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From his role under Edward to the protagonist vs antagonist dynamic setup to his introduction scenes, Izzy is very much invoking the conniving second in command. We know this character from other media. He doesn't have the full power he wants so he's constantly scheming to get it. He can't or won't challenge his boss for some reason, so he settles for being the devil on their shoulder or working behind their back. He's the voice constantly ready to inflame insecurities and turn relationship cracks into chasms, and usually he's lying constantly to do so. His fingerprints are all over his boss's problems up to the moment they show some weakness, and then their loyal second goes right for the backstab. He is THE ambitious manipulator. The shady advisor. The snake.

And then you actually look at Izzy and he is not that guy. In fact, it's a testament to the strength of Edward's character arc how much his evil little henchman is not causing his problems.

So - Izzy and manipulation:

Izzy Can't Convince People To Do Things

Like. He really can't.

This interpersonal struggle is fairly fundamental to his character. And moreover, it's a skill that Izzy is intensely aware that he lacks, so usually he doesn't even try.

In his first episode he walks right up to Buttons and just straight up asks him for the information on his party. He doesn't even resolve to steal the hostages until he realizes that Stede has lost them in the bush already, and Izzy obtains them by buying them. When Stede confronts him they end up splitting the pair in a very above-board negotiation and he pretty much just goes with what Stede suggests.

Then in 1x03, people make a big deal of Izzy "manipulating" Edward by not clarifying that Stede didn't know who he was when he turned down the invite, but kind of importantly he repeats the damning line of the conversation faithfully. If he was going to lie, then why not lie? Why even go see Stede at all? And, if he didn't want Stede dead until after the conversation (understandable, tbh, since "Iggy" was stab-worthy), surely he could invent a better insult to rile Edward up. It makes his omission hit more like being bitchy about Stede not recognizing the obvious - namely that Izzy Hands works for Blackbeard and literally everyone knows this - than a slander campaign to get him killed. And once we properly meet Izzy and Edward in 1x04, Izzy's inability to manipulate becomes his main struggle.

Izzy's a blunt and direct person. He leans on authority bestowed by Blackbeard to take control of situations, playing the role he's supposed to play, and without it he lacks a Plan B. In 1x04 he doesn't have any authority over Edward, so his efforts to get him to take the danger of the Spanish seriously amount to "Well as bored as you might be, if you don't make a decision soon we're gonna fucking die." And this is true! There might be a very subconscious attempt at manipulation in his resignation speech before the "That's Blackbeard. I'm Stede, remember?" line - of the piss him off to get him to get his shit together variety - but Edward literally makes a joke out of it so not exactly effective.

And once Edward stops giving Izzy authority in general, his plan to make Lucius do stuff is still just... brute force. Which works at first when Lucius doesn't realize that Izzy's on his own now, and stops working as soon as Fang breaks ranks. His last ditch blackmail attempt isn't manipulative either - he just plans to tell the truth to Pete and assumes he'll be pissed about it. My guy loses a fight over the pirate equivalent of making an uppity employee clean the coffee maker while the boss is out. Not only does he fail to manipulate the crew in a conniving antagonist way... he doesn't even try.

I mean, the only time he (somewhat) succeeds in talking someone into things is 1x06. Getting Edward to agree to killing Stede isn't really manipulation - Izzy gets Fang and Ivan to back him in a very straightforward way because they all actually do have a stake in this - but he's passably able to push Stede to go through with the fuckery via fake compliments. It's not exactly high level work, though. Stede being vulnerable to ego-stroking / dares is pretty obvious.

So what is Izzy good at?

Well, if you can't make people do anything other than what they were going to do in the first place, you might as well lean into that.

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Izzy Manipulates Situations, Not People

Situational manipulation is one of those fictional tropes that rarely can happen in real life, but there's not much resemblance because real life rarely gives you all the building blocks for a proper gambit and lets you loose. Too many factors. In narratives, though? It becomes one of my favorite ways of having a character be clever.

And before I get into this too much, a really fun sidenote - I think Izzy does situational manipulation more like the way protagonists do it. See, antagonists are usually emotionally and situationally manipulative (ex: provoking the hero to lash out and using it to frame them for a bigger crime), but it's not a good look when your hero drives the target to do something bad and then punishes them for it. So heroes lean on stuff like Batman Gambits - where the lynchpin of the scheme is the target fucking themselves over by behaving completely in character. They've written Izzy so ineffective at emotional manipulation that he pretty much has to rely on other characters' flaws or histories to cause problems, which has a very similar result. And it's wild.

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Going back to the 1x03 confrontation in Jackie's bar, Izzy doesn't really do anything abnormal in how he conducts himself, but people are picking up on an agenda for a reason. Namely, the whole damn conversation quickly turns into a trap, and Izzy fully sits back and watches Stede spring it from sheer idiocy.

There's no indication that when Izzy walked up he wasn't going to carry out his task with all the bitchy professionalism expected of him, while probably hoping that Stede would eventually stick his foot in his mouth without Izzy's help (assuming he's the kind of idiot Izzy thinks he is). His first section of this conversation is nearly polite:

Izzy (about the Nose Jar): "I have a few colleagues in there." Stede: "Ugh. You again." Geraldo: "Mr. Hands, welcome. It's been a while." Izzy: "(To Geraldo) Yeah, because I hate this fucking place. (To Stede) But for some inexplicable reason, my boss would like a word with you. Bonnet."

It's not until Stede starts talking that I think Izzy clues in that Stede doesn't actually know who his boss is. He didn't introduce himself until the literal last second of their 1x02 interaction, so it wasn't obvious Stede wasn't literally bolting into the forest in horrified realization.

And Stede? He goes hard on being a bitch right out the gate. Brushes Izzy off, tells him to "get in line", calls him the wrong name, says he doesn't care who Izzy is...

Izzy so far has met Stede in a public place, in front of people who clearly treat Izzy with respect and fear. He doesn't bring up their previous interaction, Stede does. He doesn't even goad Stede beyond existing. He corrects him on his name, and watches it not register in the slightest. The next line is the clincher:

Izzy (slightly incredulous): "So I'll tell my Captain that you're declining then, yeah?"

As Izzy is speaking the conversation becomes a trap - he chooses a reasonable way to refer to Edward that isn't "Blackbeard" and waits to see if Stede will make this worse. The jump from "no I'm busy" to "tell him he has terrible taste in flunkies and he can go suck eggs in Hell" is all Stede, completely ignoring context clues as Geraldo stares on in horror. Hell, Jackie only refrains from later de-nosing Stede on the spot because Geraldo knows what's up, and Stede still doesn't pick up on the fact he should maybe be asking some questions (though I'll give him the knife was distracting).

Izzy returns to the ship, quotes Stede directly for his damning line, and waits to see what Edward will do with it. It's not good behavior on his part (and if he could have seen the future he might have tried worse), but switching mid-conversation to offering Stede an opportunity to fuck himself over is a very different mindset than simply lying to / provoking Stede or Edward to get what he wants. He's mostly being petty.

Stede did insult Edward of his own volition, after all, and just because Izzy fudges the truth to hide he didn't know he was insulting Blackbeard instead of just Izzy and a random stranger doesn't change that. All Izzy did to "escalate" that conversation was give Stede a second opening to do so himself.

But there is a far better example of Izzy masterfully manipulating a situation than this in-the-moment bit of pettiness, so let's move onto my favorite bit... explaining in extensive and slightly awestruck detail why the Navy plot. Fucking. Rules. Because it does. Ready?

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How to Mastermind the Decisive Removal of One Stupid Fucking Stede Bonnet Over Drinks

Ahem. The Navy plot. Masterclass in intimate betrayal. Izzy's biggest escalation in the total collapse of Edward and Izzy's relationship, but also a completely fucking fascinating glimpse into whatever tangled web of codependency they've got going on, because Edward isn't even mad after 1x09. This wordcount is going to be insane enough without me getting into the Blackhands relationship connotations, so I will... attempt... to stick to breaking down the actual scheme.

And what a scheme it was.

Let's start at the beginning. Jack showing up to lure them into the trap at the start of 1x08? Nope, earlier. Izzy getting kicked off the ship and going to Jackie at the end of 1x06? Further back. Edward proposing the "kill Stede" plan at the end of 1x04, which is the domino that starts all this, right? Closer, but still no.

Izzy's first appearance on screen is in episode 1x02, and that episode is where the seeds of the Navy plot are first planted. See, during Stede's confrontation with Izzy, both of the hostages chime in:

Hostage 1 (Wellington): "Believe him, he's quite insane." Hostage 2 (Hornberry): "He does have the eyes of a madman. Sorry, you do."

Wellington says his line in a tone of voice that clearly indicates a story to tell, and it should also be noted that he is the same one who earlier jumped at the chance to tell the tribe chief about Stede murdering their captain - Nigel. And he's the one that Izzy leaves with, in a sour mood and wanting information about this "Stede Bonnet" character.

When Izzy later reaches out to the Navy, it's no coincidence that he finds Chauncey. He's known since right after their first meeting that Stede was directly responsible for the murder of an Admiral's brother and that the English Navy would know soon enough, since he was literally about to ransom a hostage back to them who would tell the story. And he filed that information away until it was useful or relevant like a clever pirate should.

Moving on to Jackie's bar in 1x03, Izzy gets more potentially useful observations / inspiration. Jackie is actually the first person in the series to make a deal with a naval power. Izzy and crew track the Revenge to the Spanish warship, which means they must see Geraldo sold out Stede to them. Izzy isn't stupid. He knows Geraldo and Spanish Jackie, knows that she's the brains and brawn behind this deal, and has seen enough of Stede that he'd absolutely believe that he did something to get Jackie pissed enough to plot his murder. File away Jackie wants Stede dead and details of how she nearly succeeded in offing him for later.

Izzy spends 1x05 up to the fuckery demonstration observing Stede's crew while waiting for Edward to pull the trigger. I definitely want to note the scene where they interrogate the Frenchman at the beginning of 1x05, because Izzy is staring directly at Stede as he leans away from Edward threatening violence (we know this will later be in his love montage so not actually a turn off, lol, but like... it looked like one). His opinion of the crew is that they like to fuck around without structure (1x05 during the party), probably that they enjoy more standard pirate levels of violence (not shown directly since they are kept out of the 1x05 raid, but fairly obvious), and that they are really easily awestruck by the chance to hear "real pirates" tell charismatic stories (1x06 ghost story).

Any of that sounding like someone we know?

And now to go back to Izzy in 1x06, when he gets sick of Edward being cagey about the plan to kill Stede and decides to "make" him stop stalling, he's straightforward again. Getting Ivan and Fang to back him isn't emotionally manipulative, but it does give him weight in the conversation. They are the ones who bring up the whole "love of a pet makes a man weak" thing, and they do it in the context of calling out hypocrisy. Izzy knows the standards Edward holds his crew to. He lets them convince Edward it's time.

Taking the chance to suggest Stede try a fuckery is a strong blend of situational and emotional manipulation, and later challenging him to a formal duel knowing he'd be overconfident enough to accept is more situational again. Even the terms of the duel are designed to take advantage of the situation. And then Izzy loses in the most comedy way possible, Edward lets him get banished, and Izzy decides that if he was ok with just sending Stede Bonnet on his way to fuck-off before... he's fucking gonna kill him now.

My guy is not a creative thinker, but he's definitely a logistical one. And as he rows away from that ship, all the pieces fall into place.

First, Spanish Jackie. Who listens to him bemoan his relationship woes because she likes him (Izzy gets Jackie in the divorce). Who wants Stede dead and has the clout to summon and deal with a distasteful ally - Chauncey. Together, they concoct an arrangement where a trap will be set and Chauncey gets Stede and only Stede. This isn't a tip-off or a free-for-all. Stede comes from Chauncey's world and they are sending him back. Permanently.

Then it's time for the trap itself, which needs to do two things: get the Revenge somewhere that Chauncey can corner it, and get Edward out of there. And Izzy? Izzy knows Edward. Knows there's one particular person in his past that will have no trouble integrating with the crew, getting Edward to act more like a pirate than a gentleman, and who happens to have a great ambush location on hand.

I've said this before but I'm gonna say it again - I don't think outside characters realize how hard and fast Edward is falling for Stede. The BlackBonnet bonding moments happen almost exclusively when they are alone. The place Izzy dramatically fails to manipulate the situation is not having the evidence he would need to predict Edward going back for Stede. He (and Jack) both think that a precise wedge between BlackBonnet - one that Jack delivers near flawlessly by playing into real issues - will be enough to remind Edward that Stede isn't his people. This isn't a plan to murder the love of Edward's life while his back is turned. It's a plan to get rid of Stede, and remind Edward why he was on board with doing that in the first place. "That's fair," Izzy says about a punch to the face.

Instead, Izzy's plot accidentally backs Edward into a corner and forces him to publicly pull a grand-gesture relationship level-up that he was not emotionally ready for, and the fallout from that explosion is way worse than any of our conspirators were counting on.

Still... you gotta admit. It was a really good plan.

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fictionalcharactersaremypassion · 2 months ago

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here's an autistic Ian fic! It didn't come out exactly as planned but I'll probably do another one at some point if I get an idea or somebody requests something

“Give me one good fucking reason I shouldn’t fire your ass,” Mickey hissed on their way back to the truck. Him and Ian finally got rid of the stolen ambulance, investing their money in a vehicle for transport. It was all fine and fucking dandy but he never should’ve gave Iggy a job after he got outta jail. Ian didn’t mind having him around; those two were were fuckin’ close for some reason that Mickey didn’t understand.

But Ian seemed to be oblivious to how much of a dumbass Iggy was. Case in point; them nearly losing one of their best gigs because he couldn’t keep his dick in his damn pants.

“I’m sorry, Mick,” Iggy actually sounded remorseful. “I didn’t know it was his fuckin’ sister. The fuck was I supposed to do, check her ID or some shit?”

He was seriously contemplating on whether going back to prison would be worth it. Ian would be pissed but if Mickey could get his hands around Iggy’s neck...

“Get in the damn truck and shut the fuck up,” Mickey snapped. He threw open the door, getting in with a harsh exhale.

The engine started and off they went, pulling out into traffic.

Iggy remained silent for all of five seconds. “Ay, you wanna stop for some lunch? I’m hungry, man.”

“You think I’m feeding your ass?” Mickey scoffed. “You’re lucky I didn't leave you here.”

His brother huffed, grumbling under his breath.

In his pocket, Mickey’s cell phone buzzed. He thought it was Ian, making him ready to launch into a rant about Iggy’s stunt, but found it to be his least favorite brother-in-law instead.

“The fuck do you want?” He said as a greeting.

Iggy leaned in his space, interested. “Is it Red?”

This instantly annoyed Mickey and he mouthed, no, focusing back on the call.

Lip was unfazed by now, so his voice was only a little dry as he responded. “Hey, Mick. I can see you’re in a good mood today.”

“You callin’ me for a social call, College?”

“No,” Lip sighed, his voice growing serious, “it’s about Ian.”

Mickey froze momentarily. “What about Ian?” Iggy’s head moved in his direction, a flash of concern on his face.

“We had a small...issue when we went shopping. We went to Whole Foods after we got lunch and they must have done some rearranging.”

His stomach sank. Mickey didn’t completely understand why it bothered his husband so much whenever changes occurred, but he knew enough that it disrupted Ian’s mood for the rest of the day.

“Shit,” he blew out a breath.

“What?” Iggy was asking. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Yeah,” Lip said, hushed. “He freaked out a little bit. I tried to help him get what he came for but he couldn’t do it so I took him back to the apartment.”

The traffic for this time of day was fucking slow. Mickey’s stress was elevating as the seconds passed. “Fuck- is he okay now?”

“He’s in the bedroom laying down. I got him to calm down a little but I think he’d be better if you were here. How close are you?”

“I don’t know, thirty-forty minutes,” Mickey said, frustrated.

“Do you have any other deliveries? I can text Brad and tell him I’m going in later if you want me to stay with Ian until you get back,” Lip offered.

Mickey didn’t say it often, or at all, but Lip was actually okay in times like these. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll have Iggy finish the deliveries. Just stay there until I get back.”

“Got it,” Lip replied.

Mickey hung up the phone, feeling his brother’s gaze on him out to the corner of his eyes.

“What’s up with Ian?” Iggy asked curiously.

“He-” Mickey used his free hand to rub his eyebrow, “had a little-” The fuck was that called again? “Episode or some shit at the store. They rearranged the place and it messed him up.”

“Oh,” Iggy scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t really get the full extent of Ian’s autism, and well, fuck, neither did Mickey sometimes. Still, his brother wasn’t a complete dickhead, and tried to understand it in his own dumbass way. “He good?”

“The fuck if I know.” Ian would be fine once he calmed down. It was just getting him there that was a challenge some days.

“Ay, chill out,” Iggy said, having noticed Mickey tapping his foot with the one that wasn’t on the accelerator. “You'll get to your ginger soon enough.”

“Fuck off, he needs me.” At one point back in the day, Mickey would’ve never said anything like this where someone else, his brother especially, could hear him. This was a different time; he was confident with who he was and didn’t give a shit who knew how much he loved his fucking husband.

Iggy was unfazed. “To what, suck his dick?” He snickered to himself, while Mickey rolled his eyes.

“You’re a fucking moron.”

His brother just gave him a one arm shrug.

“Listen,” Mickey said, not to be deterred, “you’re gonna take over the rest of the deliveries-”

“So I’m not fired,” Iggy crowed. Mickey shot him a dirty look.

“You oughta be,” he muttered.

“Admit it, Mick, you need me,” he sounded too smug for Mickey’s ears, giving him this strong urge to smash his brother’s fucking face in.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Upon arriving at the apartment, Mickey expected to find Lip flicking through the television channels, sipping on one of the diet coke’s they kept in the fridge for when he was around. He thought Ian would be in the bedroom calming down, not standing in the living room pulling on his hair.

Shit, Mickey thought. Ian tended to start yanking on his hair when he got really upset. Once or twice when it was really bad, he actually pulled out some hair. They tried not to let it get that far, though, doing their best to help him calm down before it escalated to that point.

Lip was talking to him, trying to reason with him. Mickey, though, carelessly tossed his camo jacket onto the couch, coming right up to him.

“Ay, ay. Quit it,” he said firmly. Fuck, sometimes Mickey was just winging it, honestly. Like right now; Ian was getting lost in his own little world, prompting Lip to shoot Mickey a glance full of questions for what they should do next.

“They messed it up!” Ian breathed out heavily, starting to pace. “They messed it all up!”

“Who messed what up?” Mickey asked, even though he already knew.

“The store!” Ian’s response came out as a shout. Mickey knew not to take his eruption personally, it was just something that happened when shit got to be too much for him. He usually always apologized for it later anyway. “They rearranged the fucking store!”

Mickey side-eyed Lip. He may have been Ian’s brother but that don’t mean he needed to stand there and fucking watch. “Alright, I got him now,” he said, feeling slightly uncomfortable as he tackled on, “....Thanks.”

For once, Lip didn’t argue. His eyes darted to Ian again, his concern evident. But he slid his jacket on after bidding his brother a goodbye that he probably didn’t hear. “Thanks for taking good care of him,” he said.

“He’s my husband, man.”

“Yeah, well, you were doing it long before that,” Lip said, the door shutting behind him.

Mickey’s focus fell back onto his husband.

“The bread was where the fruit should be,” Ian rambled. “They- they moved the deli and the bakery too-”

His voice was teetering on the edge of cracking. He was that upset.

“Ay,” Mickey said gently, “Ay, sit on the ground for me, okay? Come on, man.”

It didn’t happen right away. Ian was still extremely wound, but when he did, Mickey offered to retrieve his blanket for him. It was plush, super soft and just the thing Ian sought out during times like this.

He returned, draping it over the back of his husband. Ian immediately grabbed onto it with both hands, his fingers kneading the material.

Mickey sat on the floor beside him, waiting to be needed. Ian craved soft touches and shit even in regular circumstances, but especially now - when he’d go completely quiet, not talking or making any noises. He was pretty sure Ian told him the word for it but he couldn’t remember it right now.

“We can put on one of your shitty army movies you want,” Mickey said, turning on the television. He, unlike some of the Gallaghers, didn’t treat his husband like a damn child. Even if that wasn’t their intention, that’s how it came across, that’s how Ian saw it.

Ian didn’t say anything, but Mickey didn’t expect him to, just repositioned himself so he was laying on his stomach on the floor. It’d hurt like a motherfucker later but this way, Ian could have free range of his hair. Mickey used to think his husband was just weirdly obsessed with his hair, in actuality, doing so steadied him, brought him back down from the high he was trapped in. Without hesitation, he flexed his fingers through Mickey’s hair, clamping his hand shut and repeating this several times.

Mickey let him have it; felt pretty fuckin’ good anyway, plus he knew his husband would be wiped out for the rest of the day after this, hauled up on the couch or curled in their bed. Didn't bother him any, though. Whatever Ian needed to feel okay.

“You ain't gonna believe what Iggy did,” Mickey said with an eye roll, because even though Ian wasn't talking he still made conversation with him. “You remember that one client we have, the one doing business with his sister? Fuckin’ Iggy slept with her. Seriously, what the fuck was he thinking? Nearly lost business there since he only thinks with his dick.”

Ian yawned, so Mickey draped the blanket over the front of him instead.

“Alright, Firecrotch, just relax, okay? Go to sleep if you need to.”

Mickey twisted around, leaning up to kiss him on the forehead.

These times weren’t always easy, but he never regretted a damn thing.

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian and mickey #ian x mickey #shameless fanfiction #autistic ian gallagher

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outsidersheadcanons · 7 months ago

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Mario Kart headcanons (modern au ig)

The Curtis Kart tournaments are legendary. They all get together once a month for a full-on competition with brackets and eliminations, but they will also just play for fun whenever they want.

Darry would be stupidly competitive, but really bad. My guy would be sweating over this children's game, but don't mention it to him. Two-Bit made fun of him once and instantly regretted it. He'd probably main King Boo because "he looks cool". From there he'd probably just try to optimize his build with rollers wheels, the biddy buggy, and paper glider. (i literally just googled peak build for king boo). He has memorized every shortcut in every map and all of the optimal routes. But even though he tries very hard, he still loses. He doesn't have a track preference, but he hates Baby Park with a passion.

Soda. Soda is THE MOST annoying person you could ever play with. He doesn't care about winning. He doesn't care about anything but making everyone else suffer. He constantly shit talks everyone, especially Darry. He doesn't really care about his character or kart, he just goes with whatever he thinks is funniest. He likes to play as any of the babies because he "is baby". He likes the prancer kart, wild wiggler, or streetle, because he finds them funny. Same thing with wheels (cushion, button, or sponge) and gliders (waddle wing or flower glider). It's just whatever Soda finds funny in the moment. He likes to pick the Baby Park track purely because everyone else hates it. (thank you to my cousins N and V for giving me inspiration, please stop picking baby park)

Pony has fun. He definitely doesn't take it as seriously as Darry, but he does try. He's a really big fan of the Zelda games, so he bases his whole build around it. Link, with the master cycle zero, ancient tires, and the paraglider. He's not a tryhard, but he wins maybe every 1 out of 5 games. He doesn't have a track preference.

Johnny is insanely good at Mario Kart. He goes completely silent while playing, with his eyes locked onto the screen. Sometimes the people who aren't playing will try to make him crack up, or stack things on top of him. He's kinda like those royal soldiers. Nothing breaks his concentration. With his build, he's similar to Pony. Johnny really likes the animal crossing games, so he goes full theme. Isabelle, with the isabelle scooter, leaf tires, and the paper glider. He'll win maybe 3 out of 5 games and is pretty much the best player.

Sometimes Soda, Pony, and Johnny make a deal to go full troll. They play as Iggy, Lemmy, and Larry respectively, with the koopa clown car, hot monster tires, and wario wing glider. Darry absolutely despises whenever they do this and refers to them as "the three fucksketeers".

Those four are the ones who mainly play, but sometimes the others join.

Two-Bit has the same strategy as Soda, meaning there is no strategy. If he's playing, Soda and Pony will rush to pick shyguy because it pisses off Two-Bit. He will then refuse to play because "shyguy is my guy. Shyguy is MY GUY." and eventually they give up and let him pick shyguy.

Cherry is actually pretty good, probably as good as Pony. She doesn't have any preferences in regard to anything, and just picks whatever she thinks is cool that day.

Dally refuses to play because "it's a game for children. Why would I play a game for children?" The one time he did play, he lost so bad that he stormed out of the house and was missing for two hours.

Steve will not play if Pony is playing. Pony will not play is Steve is playing. Their beef runs so deep that they don't need to say anything. They just hate each other that much. Because of this, Steve doesn't really play.

also im so sorry for like spam liking/reblogging ur posts

These were amazing and canon!! I love how detailed everything wasss <3 (and Steve and Pony being such haters of each other they can't play Mario Kart together??? And Dally being a sore loser??? CANON CANON CANON)

and how dare u like my posts 😡(jk jk I love to see ppl engaging with my yapping abt the outsiders ❤️❤️❤️ ty for enjoying the blog!!)

#the outsiders #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #dally winston #two bit mathews

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just-a-carrot · 24 days ago

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List of things I'm thankful for because I am overly sentimental right now and need to write it all out: I have to thank you for inspiring me a lot to have a more 'unconventional' style for a horror game. I find it pretty rare to find more cartoon-y styles for horror (unless it's mascot horror) and finding your games was a breath of fresh air. I love your art style and it helped give me the confidence to draw the way I draw now. I don't think I would have been able to take the step into my current art style without yours constantly motivating me. Some things I love about your style: the characters' movements are perfectly exaggerated and feel like their own. From Iggy's anxious movements and mannerisms to Genzou's energetic and sweeping gestures, everything is full of life. The hairstyles of each of the characters are varied and SO floofy. Also the nose shapes, which feels like such a weird thing to point out but I did take a lot of inspiration for how you draw those for how I draw noses now (along with a few other artists). Also as for something Personal™: this game has become so much a part of my life that it has also become part of my transitioning journey. All the times I've replayed these games and seeing what it's like when everyone is performing gender how they want to (outside of OW's old timeline) helped me come to terms with how I want to present too. I've asked for hairstyle changes to match the characters, I've picked outfits that remind me of them, etc. and realized how much more comfortable I feel. Thank you 💙 I think Our Wonderland is in this spot for me where it's gone beyond hyperfixation and is just now... a fixation in my life. I've made friends, good memories, found out more about myself and how I make art, all thanks to this game series.

WEEP???? ;---; 💕

this is all so incredibly sweet ahhhhhh...

i'm really so glad and honored that the game could mean and do so much for you in so many different aspects

and thank you especially for the wonderfully kind words about the movements and mannerisms. i feel like that's something i've perhaps subconsciously been working on and starting to emphasize more as my style has grown more organic over the years. i just really like making the emotion and flow feel tangible on the page in the chars' faces and bodies. LOL THE NOSES THOUGH 🤣 i still have no idea how and why my noses started to look like that. they are so cute and silly to me

hhhhhh... seriously though, this was so lovely to read and i'm honestly just so touched. thank you so much, this really meant so much 💕

#ask: ow

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sgtmickeyslaughter · 1 year ago

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“What do you want?” Mickey asked, voice uncharacteristically even, careful and restrained in a way that sounded so, so wrong. “Iggy told me you went over to Terry’s fuckin’ house. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you, why’re you stalking me man?”

“Mickey, you know why,” Ian whispered back.

“No, actually, I have no fucking idea,” and that really gets Ian, because in what fucking world does Mickey not know, in what world would Mickey not tell him he’s been back for over a year.

“Because I love you,” Ian offered honestly.

Mickeys expression shifted just slightly. His eyes widened enough for Ian to see his disbelief, “You love- Jesus Christ Gallager, please tell me you’re joking.”

“Nope,” Ian shrugged, feeling weirdly calm and confident, now that he got to the point he should have started with at the bar. He should have said “Hi Mickey, I love you.”

Mickey had been out of prison for 2 years and Ian never would have known until they ran into one another on a random night in May, Ian fights for the love they shared while Mickey fights for the life he built. As they both struggle with shame and guilt from their shared past it becomes clear that they cannot help but be drawn to what is bright and beautiful between them.

Chapters: 8

Word count: 82k

I know I said I was going to try to post this weeks ago, but life has been fun and hectic and busy so In Your Love got posted a little late, but it's here now!!!

Please give it a read if you're interested and leave any comments/thoughts you have, I've been reading and writing fan fic for a decade now but this is the first time I am actually publishing something so it is a weirdly big moment for me

happy reading!

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanart #ian gallagher #shameless #sgtmickeyslaughter #in your love #writing #art

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the-way-astray · 5 months ago

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HEY so I skim read your new Keefe hate post and I have some thoughts I'd like to share (all good ones!!)

As someone who also wrote a very long essay about [a] fictional character(s) while citing the page number and book word by word, you freaking ACED it. I'm always gonna be impressed when people take the time to cite your source and give a in depth explanation about it

You're lowkey not too wrong about Keefe infantilizing Sophie. For something silly and stupid, like "Iggy ate my mallowmelt!! >:( Now im mad!!" yeah I bet Sophie would seem cute lol. But for when she's genuinely angry and pissed?? Maybe lay off a little bit dude 😭 Like cmon she can murder you with her mind- There are moments where he does talk about how powerful she is though, throughout the series, but tbh as much as he does that he probably inhantilize her too *shrug* I need to reread the series, but you are making some sense.

I need Keefe getting mad and someone asking him if he's on his period LMAOOOO

Anyways as someone who loves Keefe you're making valid points. He has his flaws, and sometimes he isn't the best person. In summary

Never post that on pinterest. Those crazy Keefe loving, Fitz hating, Sokeefe shipping 11 year olds will MURDER YOU. I will respect your opinion, but they sure don't.

(your opinion is valid and you have facts *clap and approving nod* you have my respect.)

the post in question

okay, first of all, i need this essay immediately. i literally do not care what it's about but words! lots of words! about kotlc! need.

ooh, thank you so much! i mentioned this in the post itself, but this is a rework. the quotes were originally in one post (copy-pasted from another post) and the explanation was in a reblog, which was hella annoying, so i condensed them. i suppose it does make much more sense now. and my explanation is based in the fact that i don't think people were understanding why this isn't a good thing to be saying, period, when i posted it for the first time. even without context.

yeah, keefe displays a consistent attitude of "sophie is so adorable and small and cute and ditzy and soft". seriously, if you don't believe me, read his perspective in unlocked (or don't, because i'm going to do it for you in my part two keefe rant). it's why i don't buy his accepting sophie as a leader in stellarlune (done in a very, very tell-not-show way, may i add), unless he went through some serious development in unraveled. i may have to dedicate a whole post to that topic . . . anyway, yeah, him calling her powerful and talented feels very, very, very tell-not-show, and when you look at his internal thoughts in unlocked, it portrays her very differently. i'm not a fan of the way he sees her, truly. it feels very dumbed down and uwu-ified. no quotes from unlocked have been put into the post, so i'll have to update it later, but if i included unlocked quotes, this post would be like sixteen times its length. but yeah, you should reread the series before you come to a serious opinion. i'm obviously incredibly biased.

GOODBYE I WAS CITING THAT POST BECAUSE IT GAVE OFF THE EXACT ENERGY I FEEL KEEFE GIVES OFF . . . I DON'T EVEN THINK ELVES HAVE PERIODS (please nobody bring back that cursed discussion again, please, i beg) BUT YOU'RE SO CORRECT. SOMEONE WRITE A HUMAN AU WHERE THIS HAPPENS IMMEDIATELY

yay, a level-headed keefe lover, i love you guys. lol . . . i don't plan to go on pinterest anytime soon, or ever (and i also don't even think pinterest's format even allows for a long post like this . . . ). honestly the thought would have never even crossed my mind, because keepblr is my one true love and i'd never cheat on her. but now that you mention it, it might be funny . . .

#jkjkjkjkjkjk i'm not actually gonna. dw lol i don't have a death wish #kotlc #anti keefe sencen #kotlc keefe #asks #crippling-pages #kotlc discourse

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scarymonsters-andsupercreeps · 6 months ago

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The Miracle We Need

Chapter 3

<-previous next->

Holly finally reaches her family, but before they can properly reunite, an enemy reveals himself.

Read on AO3 here!

Warnings for drowning, minor character death, blood + severe injury, loss of consciousness, violence (anything that happens during the N’Doul arc)

Chapter 3: Two Steps Nearer To My Grave

Jotaro squinted against the desert sand lashing at his eyes. The helicopter was hovering far away, but the dust it kicked up was relentless. He held up his arm to shield himself.

“A helicopter!” Polnareff said, astonished.

“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed,” Kakyoin said sarcastically.

“What’s all this about, old man?” Jotaro said to Joseph, raising his voice to be heard over the noise.

“I asked our pals at the Speedwagon Foundation to bring us some supplies. They brought us reinforcements as well,” Joseph responded, also yelling. “He’s an ally, a tough one. Although, he is a little moody. That’s why it took them so long to get him.”

Jotaro grunted. He saw Avdol glance at Joseph, his dark eyes showing apprehension.

“You can’t mean…” Avdol said.

Joseph nodded once.

Kakyoin spat out a strand of hair. “You know this person, Avdol?”

“You could say that,” Avdol said with a sigh.

“Hold it,” Jotaro said. “Is he a Stand user?”

“Exactly. His Stand is The Fool.” Joseph said.

“The Fool?” Polnareff repeated, laughing. “That name wouldn’t happen to also reflect the user, would it? It’s stupid!”

“You wouldn’t make fun of him so readily if you knew his Stand,” Avdol said. “If you try to fight him, you’ll die.”

Polnareff, unnerved by his seriousness and with a wounded ego, punched Avdol’s arm. “What, are you saying my Chariot can’t take him? You don’t give my skills enough credit.”

Avdol crossed his arms. “I’m not one to exaggerate. And stop that, it hurts.”

Polnareff started to say something else, but Kakyoin cut him off. “Shut it, would you? They’ve landed.”

Once the wind stopped, Jotaro dusted himself off. The sand had rapidly accumulated on his hat and in the folds of his outfit. He didn’t need to ruin yet another perfectly good coat.

The pilot’s door opened and he jumped out. Joseph walked up to him and they talked for a moment. The copilot came around the front of the craft and also spoke to Joseph.

“So which one of you is the Stand user?” Jotaro asked, starting to get impatient. It pissed him off that Joseph was so comfortable taking his time when Holly was actively dying.

The two men stared at him for a second. He stared back. His mood was souring after all this time in the hot sun.

Both of these guys were standoffish. Jotaro wasn’t sure what to make of them. He wasn’t really looking forward to either of them joining the group.

“Neither,” the copilot finally said. “They’re both in the back.”

Joseph raised his eyebrows. “Both?”

The copilot got a little pale. “Y-yeah, you asked for two people right? There’s Iggy, and—“

He wavered as someone opened the back door of the helicopter and hopped out. Kakyoin and Avdol exclaimed in surprise, while Polnareff was just confused.

“…Mrs. Kujo.” The copilot finished.

Jotaro’s heart dropped. He completely froze in place. How did she wake up from her sickness? Why did the Speedwagon Foundation agree to bring her? He tried to compose himself. It was a dream, right? He reached for Star Platinum—he was never there in Jotaro’s dreams.

However, Star Platinum responded. Meaning Jotaro was completely awake. Second option…it’s a Stand user disguised as Holly. He didn’t know how to figure out if he was right on that one.

He looked at Joseph, who was also shell-shocked.

No way this was real. No way. Not a chance.

“Mom, what the hell are you doing here?” Jotaro managed to choke out. His voice sounded high and strained. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I’m here to join you in the fight against DIO!” Holly said. “I can help you now!”

“Are you insane?” He snapped. “You’ll die!”

“Jotaro, I have a Stand.” Holly smiled. “I’m just like all of you now, I can fight him.”

Jotaro’s vision blurred. She was a Stand user? But that would mean she recovered from her sickness. How? What caused that? It was supposed to be deadly for her. What suddenly gave her the fighting spirit she needed to control a Stand, let alone recover in time?

He started to speak, but Joseph did before him.

“Sweetie, how did you get a Stand? Are you sure you have one?” Joseph said, feeling Holly’s forehead. “Are you still feverish?”

“Im fine, Papa. Look.” She held out her arms and stumbled a little. Joseph moved his hand to rest on her shoulder instead. No Stand appeared.

“Huh?” She started to say something else, but slumped forward, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Joseph quickly caught her as Jotaro lunged forward to do the same. He stopped in his tracks, eyeing her nervously.

Avdol and Kakyoin rushed to help, leaving a confused Polnareff in their wake.

“Mrs. Kujo passed out again, just like that?” Kakyoin said. “Do you think it’s the proximity to DIO?” He folded his arms, tucking back a strand of hair.

“It could be,” Avdol said grimly. He felt her forehead and then her pulse. “Her temperature and heart rate are normal, nowhere near how they were when I found her. She’s not even sweating.”

“Could her Stand have had a reaction to being near us? My Hierophant didn’t know what to do when he first met another Stand, so I was unsteady for a while…it could be that.”

While they spoke, Jotaro clenched and unclenched his fist. Joseph had just used some sort of Hamon on Holly. He didn’t know what the old man was capable of, but knocking someone out definitely seemed possible. It pissed him off, but he agreed Holly should be home safe instead of here risking her life. She’d hate him for it.

He took a breath. The guilt settled in. He’d live with it.

“She’s not showing any signs of waking. What should we do?” Kakyoin asked.

“It’s possible she’ll wake, so we could take her in the buggy with us. However if she’s comatose again, that means we just have an unconscious body to protect for quite a while,” Avdol said. “What do you think, Mr. Joestar?”

Joseph hefted Holly into a bridal carry, tired of propping her up. “She’s completely limp. I think she slipped back into her coma. It’s only a matter of time before her fever returns, so we should put her back in the helicopter and have them take her home.”

Jotaro scoffed. So now the old man was lying through his teeth? He would let it happen for Holly’s sake, but it made him wonder what else Joseph had lied about so readily. Jotaro knew better than to expect 100% transparency with him, but this was something else.

Kakyoin pursed his lips. “She came all this way. Is there not another option?”

“I don’t think so,” Joseph said. “I never expected her to come here. I don’t even know how she did it. Now she’s sick again, so our responsibility is to get her to safety.”

Kakyoin nodded once. His face showed he didn’t like Joseph’s conclusion, but he would accept it. Avdol appeared to have a similar opinion.

Jotaro bit his lip against the churning emotions in his head. Every fiber of his being wanted her to stay. He would also never recover if she died out here. He made up his mind to go with Joseph’s lie and save Holly.

“Do you want to say goodbye for now, Jotaro?” Joseph said. “She might hear you. I’m not sure.”

Avdol and Kakyoin retreated to give him privacy. Jotaro took a breath. He unclipped one of the decorative safety pins from his jacket and attached it to her shirt.

“Bye.” He shoved his now-unsteady hands in his pockets. Then, to Joseph: “I saw that trick you pulled. We’ll talk later.”

Joseph, a little surprised, nodded. He carefully loaded Holly back into the helicopter. Jotaro turned away. He didn’t need to watch her go. He walked back to Polnareff, Kakyoin, and Avdol. Meanwhile, Joseph and the pilots unloaded extra supplies.

“I’m sorry about your mother,” Polnareff said quietly. “I had no idea it was this serious.”

Jotaro grunted. He didn’t feel like talking. Polnareff was being shockingly sincere, though, and he appreciated that.

As the helicopter took off, Joseph returned with a small dog reluctantly following him.

“A dog?” Kakyoin exclaimed.

Polnareff walked up to him. “Huh. I wasn’t expecting a dog. What—“

He stopped speaking when the dog growled at him, then jumped up onto his face and started to rip out chunks of hair. Polnareff desperately flailed his arms, but the dog wouldn’t budge.

Joseph cringed. “Oh yeah, he likes to pull out people’s hair. Anyways, His name is Iggy. We found him in New York, but we don’t know where he’s from. Avdol was the only person to ever catch him—no one else could even get close.”

Polnareff swore, bringing out SIlver Chariot in a blur of glimmering armor. “I’ll kill you for this, you stupid mutt!”

Silver Chariot raised his rapier and Iggy immediately jumped back. Behind him, a Stand appeared out of the sand.

The Fool was a little taller than Iggy, with mechanical front paws and wheels in the back. His face was like a metal bird, crowned with a fan-shaped feather crest.

Silver Chariot paused due to his user’s shock. “What the—?” Polnareff exclaimed.

Jotaro’s eyes widened. “That’s The Fool.”

“It looks a lot stronger than that orangutan’s Stand we fought a while back…” Kakyoin said, his voice hushed with awe.

“No matter!” Polnareff shouted, his resolve returning. Chariot advanced, starting on offense with a powerful diagonal slash.

The Fool simply parted like water, showing he was made of sand.

Polnareff realized too late the mistake he’d made. “Sand?” He shouted incredulously. “I can’t cut it!”

Silver Chariot froze in place. His rapier was now caught in The Fool’s shoulder, solidified into sandstone. “He hardened it?” Polnareff hissed. “Damn you!”

“His Stand is completely made of sand,” Avdol said.

“I see. I doubt I could even touch him,” Jotaro said, making a mental note to stay on Iggy’s good side.

With Silver Chariot out of the way, Iggy jumped back onto Polnareff’s face, knocking him over this time. He thrashed against the dog, trying to find purchase. Chunks of pale silver hair peppered the sand.

“Would someone get this mangey dog off of me?” Polnareff shouted. “Help!”

“Did the pilot give you his snack?” Avdol said to Joseph.

Joseph nodded, removing it from his breast pocket. “He wouldn’t have followed me here otherwise.”

Avdol accepted the packet, removing a stick of gum and holding it out to Iggy. “He’d do anything for this. It’s coffee flavored, his favorite. He’ll smell it right away.”

Iggy immediately got off Polnareff, turning to face Avdol. He stared for a moment, smelling the air, then sprinted towards him. Polnareff got up shakily.

Iggy executed a perfect leap, snatching the full box instead of the single piece. He landed and plopped down, chewing on it wrapper and all.

Avdol sighed.

Once Polnareff returned to the group, Joseph spoke. “According to the Speedwagon guy, they sent some spies to Cairo to get an idea of what DIO’s up to.”

“What did they find?” Avdol said.

“Apparently, DIO met up with nine people. Probably all Stand users. The spies couldn’t find out any more than that because they aren’t Stand users themselves. It was too dangerous.”

“Wait, that can’t be right. Other than The Emperor, the only card left is The World. That’s got to be DIO’s card. No way there are nine more Stand users, right, Avdol?”

“There’s ten if you count Mrs. Kujo,” Polnareff said. “She said she has a Stand, right?”

“For her to have woken up from her sickness, it would have had to be stable. So, yes. You’re right, Mrs. Kujo does have a fully developed Stand…” Avdol said.

“If we want to keep pace and not risk Holly, we have about two weeks.” Joseph glanced at Iggy, who was staring at something on top of a cliff. Probably an animal. “DIO hasn’t even gotten used to Jonathan’s body. He’s stalling ‘cause his ego won’t let him run. He’ll throw Stand user after Stand user at us to keep us out of Cairo.”

“Good grief. Nine stand users in two weeks.” Jotaro shook his head. “He’s relentless.”

Jotaro almost managed to fall asleep in the buggy despite Polnareff constantly complaining about having been kicked out of his seat by Iggy.

He was awoken by Joseph shouting in surprise and slamming the brake hard enough to throw him out of the vehicle if he wasn’t buckled in.

“Oh my god!” Joseph yelled.

In front of them was the Speedwagon Foundation helicopter. It was mangled and crushed up, its parts scattered all over the sand like confetti.

Jotaro gasped slightly, his heart skipping a beat. The pilot’s body was sticking out of the side of the craft through a broken window, his face frozen in a mask of agony. His arms were stiff, extended upwards with the fingernails completely shredded, having scratched valleys into the metal panels.

Such a horrible death…what could have happened to Holly?

This was his fault. He didn’t stop Joseph, and now he was paying the price. His chest tightened.

He quickly got out of the buggy, but Avdol also jumped out and stopped him.

“Don’t rush in. There’s no signs of machine failure or gunfire. This is the work of a Stand user. They want you to be hasty,” Avdol said, his deep voice raised sternly.

Jotaro exhaled slowly. He became aware of how hot the sun was. He wiped his palms on his pants.

Joseph made some sort of raspy noise in the back of his throat. He was also about to rush and save Holly. “You’re probably right…let’s all go at the same time. And carefully.”

“We’ll take care of the pilots. You and Jotaro look for Mrs. Kujo,” Kakyoin said to Joseph. Concern was written all over the boy’s face.

The pilot was completely immobile, his eyes glassy. His mouth was full to the brim with water. Just in case, Avdol took his pulse. Dead. The corpse’s head rolled over and water gushed out from his mouth. Far too much water. Finally, a fish came out, flopping weakly on the dry sand.

Avdol flinched back. “Water…it must have been in his lungs as well.” He swallowed hard. “He was drowned.”

“Is that what the Stand does?” Polnareff said, visibly shaken. He turned when Kakyoin shouted.

“I found the copilot!” Kakyoin ran to them from a small rocky incline.

Meanwhile, Joseph and Jotaro were at the back of the helicopter. It was tilted on its left side from the crash, meaning the door to reach Holly wasn’t accessible. Jotaro and Star Platinum pushed it back upright, then down into the sand a bit so it wouldn’t wobble. The door was crushed shut so Star Platinum ripped it off, discarding the scrap.

Holly was inside, slumped forward in her seat. She was splattered in blood from a now clotted head wound, blonde strands sticking to it like glue. Jotaro quickly pulled her out of the helicopter, kneeling down on the sand and propping her up. Joseph knelt to check her pulse.

“She’s alive,” he said with a huge sigh of relief. “I think she got hurt in the crash, but it doesn’t seem serious. Just cuts and bruises.” He carefully checked the rest of her body for any signs of further injury.

“She’s untouched compared to the pilot,” Jotaro said, fighting to keep his voice even. Why was she uninjured? Any enemy of theirs would have plenty of reason to kill or capture Holly. Maybe they didn’t know who she was? He shook his head.

“She was very lucky,” Joseph said grimly.

Jotaro glared at him. “Wake her up,” he snapped. “I saw what you did to her earlier. You wouldn’t have done it if you can’t undo it.”

Joseph hesitated, formulating an argument.

“I don’t want to hear it. Wake her up,” Jotaro said. He realized he was holding onto Holly too tightly.

“…fine.”

Joseph reached out and shocked Holly with Hamon. Her eyes fluttered open. She saw Jotaro first and smiled at him. “Hi, Jotaro…what happened?”

“The helicopter crashed,” he responded. “You were in it.”

She sat up quickly and Jotaro cringed. “Are the Speedwagon guys okay?” She asked.

“One is dead for sure. The others are looking for the second one,” Joseph said.

Holly looked down, covering her mouth. She caught a glimpse of the pilot over Joseph’s shoulder and out of morbid curiosity craned her neck.

“Don’t look, sweetie.” Joseph gently angled her head away.

Suddenly, the other group started shouting.

“Looks like the copilot made it. Let’s go check it out,” Joseph said. “Can you walk, Holly?”

“Of course,” she said, before even trying. She got up on shaky legs and leaned on Joseph for support. “Oh, I’m a little dizzy…”

“It’s okay, you can hold onto me. We’ll go slow.”

The copilot was laying flat on his back, his skin visibly dry and cracked. He looked shriveled. Even his eyes were dehydrated, barely having any shine. It was like he was being made into a taxidermy.

“What happened to you?” Jotaro said, kneeling next to him.

The man’s lips parted and he made a wheezing sound before speaking properly. “Wa…water…”

“You heard him.” Joseph said. “Hey, there’s a canteen! Grab it, Polnareff!”

Polnareff picked it up off the sand. “It’s busted. No luck.” He turned it upside down and shook it—not a drop of water inside and a big hole in the bottom.

“I think there’s water in the buggy,” Kakyoin murmured, getting up to go get it.

The copilot tried to speak, saying “water” again. He kept trying to add another word after it, but he didn’t have the strength.

“I have one,” Holly said, unclipping a canteen from her belt. “It’s full.” She unscrewed it and passed it to her dad.

Jotaro realized he recognized it. It was one of Sadao’s. He didn’t want to think about his father right now, yet he couldn’t help but remember seeing it in the store when he was little, and being so sure Sadao would like it. That was the first time he wasn’t home for holiday celebrations. That quickly became a trend.

Joseph placed the canteen to the copilot’s lips, snapping Jotaro out of his memories. “Hey, it’s water. Drink slowly.”

The man started to struggle, groaning frantically. “The water! It’s after us!” He finally choked out.

Like lightning, a pale blue hand shot out of the canteen, grabbing onto the copilot’s face and sinking its claws in deep. He struggled in vain as the hand ripped his head off in a shower of blood, reducing it to putty.

“It’s a Stand!” Avdol shouted, diving for cover.

The group jumped in all different directions, taking cover away from the Stand and the copilot’s mutilated corpse. The mysterious hand retreated back into the canteen, leaving a trail of blood and skin scraps.

Unfortunately, they’d all been separated to two areas. Kakyoin and Polnareff were together behind a small sand hill, while everyone else was a bit away, more towards the buggy.

It was a stalemate. The blue hand showed no signs of coming back out from the canteen.

“Jotaro, keep an eye on him, would you?” Joseph said, handing him a pair of binoculars.

“Mhm.” Jotaro shifted to get a better view, intently watching the enemy stand’s hiding place.

Joseph turned to Holly, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “How are you holding up? I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“Uh, I’m fine,” she said, finally tearing her eyes away from the trail of blood. “…the Stand was in my canteen…I don’t know how it got there….” She choked a little.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. You were unconscious, there was nothing you could have done.” Joseph smoothed her hair. “It’s alright.”

She looked down and away, wringing her hands. Jotaro hated that she had to be involved in any of this and see all of the violence DIO caused. Despite her not being responsible for the Stand’s hiding place, the guilt she was feeling was likely heavy. Holly wasn’t one to let something like that go very easily.

She cared about others too much for her own good. Being that way could get her killed out here.

Jotaro remembered when he was first starting high school. Due to an honest mistake, Holly forgot to send him lunch. He’d simply gone and bought something—albeit lackluster compared to Holly’s cooking—and thought nothing of it. When he returned home, Holly had been in tears and made him a huge dinner to apologize. Just that had left her guilty for a week. He couldn’t even imagine how she was feeling now.

After a moment of watching Holly, Joseph nodded. “Alright, did anyone see anything? Anything at all that could tell us something about this Stand or its user?”

“All I saw was a hand. Do you think this Stand’s user is one of DIO’s new assassins?” Avdol said. “We should proceed with caution.”

“Agreed. This Stand’s user seems to be smart and patient,” Joseph said. “We don’t have much room for error.”

“Jotaro, have you spotted anything?” Holly said quietly.

“No. He’s not moving.” Jotaro passed the binoculars back to Joseph, blinking a few times so Star Platinum would stop helping him. Sometimes having better-than-perfect vision gave him headaches.

He avoided looking at his mother. He wasn’t upset with her, in fact he was relieved she was alive. He didn’t need to dwell on that for too long. Him staying alert could mean life or death for them, and getting too caught up worrying about Holly wouldn’t help him in that.

“I checked the horizon with Star Platinum. That stupid Sun Stand’s user we fought a while back used a mirror, but I don’t see anything like that,” he finally said.

“Star Platinum?” Holly echoed. She’d been staring at the shimmering purple apparition the whole time Jotaro had him out. “Is that the name of your Stand?”

“Yeah. Avdol named him for me.” He paused. “The Tarot’s all taken now, so what’re we supposed to call hers?” Jotaro said to Avdol.

“Oh, I’ve just been calling it The Miracle, but if you can think of a better name then by all means go ahead,” Holly said.

“If you’re drawn to the name it means that’s what your Stand wants to be called. I think The Miracle is a perfect name,” Avdol said with a small smile.

Holly smiled as well, seeming to relax a little.

There was a brief moment of raised voices from Kakyoin and Polnareff, catching Joseph’s attention.

The blue hand rose up out of the sand next to Kakyoin, flexing its clawed fingers as if stretching out after a nap. He recoiled in terror.

Before anyone could so much as blink, the Stand lashed out, striking two deep gashes over Kakyoin’s face. He fell backwards and Polnareff narrowly caught him.

“It hid in the blood!” Joseph exclaimed.

“It wasn’t hiding there…it’s made of water!” Avdol said.

“What the hell!” Polnareff shouted. “His eyes! It got his eyes!”

A bunch of sand shifted—Joseph looked over. It was Holly.

She leapt to her feet, sprinting towards Polnareff and Kakyoin.

Thank you for reading!

#again sorry for so many posts today my wrists are acting up and I need to get these out eventually #trying to space these out but still #my writing #my fanfiction #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #holly kujo #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #<-I was genuinely so happy he’s here now I always forget how much I love him #noriaki kakyoin #muhammad avdol #mohammed avdol #jean pierre polnareff #joseph joestar #gen fic #jjba fanfic #jojo fanfic

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snowhashiraamiya · 1 year ago

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Here's your next hashira 🖤🤍

Trust Me Baby

Obanai x F!Reader

Reverse Comfort

TW: Brief harmful relationship, guilt tripping

Reassurance, Comfort and SMUT

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"Oh come on, be a man and just fuck me already."

He felt like she wouldn't let it go. He wasn't ready for that, couldn't she understand? Why was she insisting that he have sex with her so badly? This has been a week that she was non stop trying to seduce him.

"Really I-I'm not ready yet."

"Why not? What's the issue?"

"It's- it's complicated."

She threw her hands in the air and scoffed. "To think, I got all dressed up in this lingerie for you. I made myself look like your toy and yet, you're still not man enough to sleep with me. Pathetic."

He felt his heart squeeze in pain at her words. Was he truly pathetic? He just wanted to find the right person to expose himself to. Why wouldn't she accept that.

"Stop staring off into space, Igurou. Are you seeing someone else?"

His eyes widened, "N-No! Why would you t-think that?!" She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him with angry eyes. "Oh I don't know. Why can't you look me in the eye when I ask you that?!"

He felt hurt. It broke his heart to see her like this. He looked at the floor and adjusted the bandages over his mouth again. "I'm seriously done with you, when you get the balls enough to please a woman, call me."

She turned on her heel and headed back to their room, Obanai looked up frantically and stood to his feet and followed her, "Please!! Wait!!"

Smack

His cheek stung and he took a few steps back and looked at the floor, "I-" She walked to him and pushed her finger to his chest, "We're done." She spat and then walked out of their house.

Obanai watched her go and felt his heart shatter. He couldn't do this anymore. He wouldn't. He would never put himself through this ever again.

***

"Iggy?"

"Hello?"

"Igurou, can you hear me?"

His head whipped up and he saw her. Her head was tilted to the side and she was sitting next to him on the couch. Perhaps he zoned again, that could explain the flashback.

You and Igurou have been a couple for almost a year. He was a very loving partner. Very protective, defensive and always kept you close to him. You were the most important thing in his life, and if he lost you. Well. He wouldn't know what to do.

But he had never embraced you in any intimate way. When you two first started dating, he expressed his last to you, and how he wasn't interested in anything sensual or intimate. It scared him beyond end.

But it shocked him when you agreed to his terms. You never asked for anything like his last partner. You never went out of your way to seduce him. The most physical contact you two had was a kiss or two, and then hugging and handholding.

You were fine with that. Above all else, his comfort was your top priority next to your own. But deep down, you knew you wanted to experience some things with him. But you hadn't found a way to approach him about it yet.

Recently, you had thought about it. Thinking of ways it could be helpful and strengthen the relationship you two had together. You had waited for him, and hopefully, he would be accepting towards your offer. Even if he wasn't, you would never push him into it.

Consent was very important to you, and you wanted to make sure he was comfortable prior anything else. You two were currently sitting on the couch and he was in relaxing clothing as were you.

"Obanai? Darling?"

He looked at you with those vibrant, extraordinary eyes, "Hm?" You looked at him and slowly started to open the conversation, at least a little bit. "May I, speak to you about something?" He nodded and then you slowly took his hand and breathed gently.

"Would you, ever be comfortable with me pleasuring you? Teaching you intimacy?"

His eyes widened and he immediately looked at the floor, his pulse quickening, "I-I- don't know-" the words stumbled out of his mouth. You smiled kindly, "Of course I am not trying to seduce you darling. I am simply expressing a proposal I had invisioned."

Obanai nodded quickly, "No no, I- I'm aware. I just-" his breathing had accelerated and he started to mentally panic. You reached out and gently caressed his cheek and murmured, "Darling, breathe. In through your nose and out through your mouth. I'm not pushing you baby."

He slowly took in some deep breaths and did his best to calm down from the internal panic. He then looked at you and leaned into your hand, "But I- I don't know how to- do anything." His eyes fluttered and you felt your heart thump at how adorable he looked. "I know my love, that's why my offer is to please you, I want to make you feel good."

His eyes widened and you could see the cherry red tint fill his cheeks, he was nervous, but you weren't gonna let him panic, he has full control whether to say yes or no. Obanai looked into your eyes and fiddled with his fingers.

"I-I-"

You looked at him, it was almost like he didn't know what he was feeling. You were there for him, caressing his cheek and holding his hand. You knew he had bad experiences with women in his past. But you wanted to make him feel bliss, something he would never forget.

"Baby, take a deep breath for me."

You murmured and then scooted closer to him and kissed his cheek, he breathed gently and then relaxed at the feeling of your soft lips against his cheek.

"I trust you, [Name]. Just- please, be careful. Be gentle with me."

You felt so proud of him that he was letting you get this far with him, physically and sensually. You kissed his cheek once more and looked into his eyes again, "Your wish is my command darling. If you ever want to stop, tell me and I will stop immediately."

He nodded and let his body relax and you slowly stood to your feet, "May I undress you Iggy?" He blushed at the beloved nickname and nodded his head while he slowly unbuttoned his top, his fingers trembling.

"Breathe baby, it's okay."

You reassured him as you got on your knees between his legs and let your hands slowly trail to his belt and unbuckle it while not breaking eye contact with him. He was blushing madly, and then slid his shirt off of his shoulders and loosened the bandages on his mouth.

"So handsome, my darling."

His heart skipped a beat at your praises, he never thought he would find a partner that was this willing to work with him. He was beyond grateful that you had accepted this fear of his, and slowly molded it into something beautiful.

You freed him of his pants and then his hands immediately covered his hardened length. You looked up at him and then placed your hands on his.

"Trust me baby, I will go at your pace."

He slowly nodded and you traced circles on his hands and then eventually, he moved his hands away and you let your fingers trail to his waistline and hook your fingers in it.

"Okay baby, I'm gonna take your boxers off now, are you ready?"

He nodded slowly and you could feel his length twitching against your hand from under his boxers. God he was so cute.

You let your fingers pull his boxers down and free him fully. His dick was decently sized, how your mouth watered wasn't surprising. You knew one day you'd ask him if you could give him head. Hopefully today was that day.

You looked up at him. He was a blushing and trembling mess, "[Name], I-I-" you hushed him and then kissed his kneecap. "No apologizing baby, you're totally okay. May I request something of you?"

He felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't know you'd look so beautiful, with his dick inches from your lips. He truly was on cloud 9. "W-What is it-?"

He was so close to asking for you to put his dick in your mouth but he was way too shy to ask.

"I wish to taste your-" your eyes flicked to his length in front of you and back to his eyes. He blushed dark red. You beat him to it. "A-Are you sure-? W-What if-"

"Baby, I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to." You replied quickly, "Today is all about you." He blinked twice and then breathed gently through his nose and slowly nodded his head, "Just- go slow please…"

You smiled, incredibly proud that he let you get this far with him, "I will be as slow or as fast as you want baby. It's all up to you." You murmured and then scooted closer to where you could see his precum already leaking.

You giggled and stuck your tongue out and looked up at him, he blushed dark red and watched as you pressed your tongue to the underside of his length and then slowly pushed him into your mouth.

Obanai swung his head back and cried out at the feeling. He was so unsure about letting himself be cared for by someone else, but with you? It was like a dream.

"F-ffngh-"

He whined and gripped the edges of his seat, you couldn't smile because his dick was halfway in your mouth, but your eyes smiled. You hummed quietly and purposely just wanting to see his reaction.

He cried out and squeezed his eyes shut and then you pulled away and his pretty white load shot on your chin and dripped down your chest.

"S-Shit-!! I-I'm so s-sorry- [Name]- p-please forgive me- I-"

You giggled slightly and licked your lips and tilted your head, "It's okay darling, don't worry. I thought it was cute." Obanai was taken by surprise with this. He blinked twice and then looked away quickly.

"Baby, don't be ashamed. My good boy. It's totally okay darling."

Obanai blushed dark red at your words, you smiled and then crawled up into his lap and held his cheeks, you could feel his dick twitch between your legs. You gently pulled his bandages down and kissed his lips.

He blushed darker and kissed you back. You moved your arms around his neck and murmured in his ear, "Do you want more? I can do several things in this position, Iggy."

He blinked twice and then slowly nodded, you adjusted yourself and pulled off your skirt and underwear. He started to shake a bit at seeing you. You tilted his chin up and looked into his eyes, "Obi, breathe. Deep breaths."

He started to take deep breaths while looking into your eyes, "Do you trust me?" He nodded and then you smiled gently at him, "Breathe Obanai, and focus on me." He nodded and hugged your torso as you took a soft hold of his dick and aligned it with your entrance.

He hissed through his teeth at the feeling and he tapped you twice to let you know he was okay with you proceeding.

From on top of him, you lowered yourself on his dick, and he moaned and tilted his head back, "N-Nnngh-" you gasped feeling his cock slide in between your slick walls.

"A-Aah-" you let out and looked down at him, Obanai was hugging your torso for dear life, was it because he was scared-?

"S-So g-good-" he murmured while snuggling his face into your belly. You smiled gently and then murmured in his ear, "Do you want me to move baby?" He looked up at you with begging eyes, "P-Please?"

You moved your hand and caressed his cheek, "Don't fret baby, I'll please you as best as I can." He blushed gently and nodded as his eyes fluttered. You slowly moved yourself, gently bouncing in his dick.

He squealed and grabbed at your torso, "[Name], M-Mmh-" you held his cheeks and kissed his forehead, "You're doing so good baby, how do you feel?" He squeaked and moaned, "A-Amazing, P-Please, F-Faster."

You nodded and slowly bounced on his dick quicker as time lengthened, "You're such a cutie, being such a good boy." He blushed and snuggled his face into your skin even more. "Look at me baby, I want to see you." You murmured as the both of you started to pant from the thick feeling of euphoria filling the room.

He looked up at you with those beautiful two colored eyes, you always admired them. They were beautiful, but they had seen so much in his life already. You felt the need to care for him, to love him, to be there for him. You wanted him to trust you.

"Good boy, my good boy." You murmured and he smiled gently and gasped while his eyes fluttered. You giggled and bounced faster on his cock, "So so cute. My handsome boy." He blushed and moaned again and slowly started to thrust himself into your sweet pussy.

You gasped and smiled down at him, "Oh~?" He looked a little nervous, "I'm sorry- I-" he hid his face in your belly, you lifted his chin with your small hand, "Don't apologize baby, do as you please." His eyes widened and he tilted his head back and started to thrust into you again.

As time went on, you realized how much he truly needed and craved this. Obanai was never one to admit what he needs, but when it comes to you, his walls drop, and he can be himself around you. You adored that he trusted you that much.

His thrusts and your bouncing became sloppy and both of your breathing got more ragged, you both were moaning endlessly, and he started to thrust quicker, you stopped your bouncing and let him thrust as he pleased. He hugged your torso and whined as he thrusted, it felt so good to him that he didn't want to stop.

"I wanna cum, please- let me cum- nn-ngh-"

You smiled and he squealed, switching your position to you laying on your back on the couch and him over top of you, "Good boy." You murmured and he leaned over you and held himself up and thrusted into you quicker and quicker.

"You're so beautiful, I-I'm sorry- I- can't help i-it-"

You held his cheek as your body moved in sync with his, breasts bouncing so beautifully as he made love to you so intensely that he was toppling over the brink of euphoria.

"Baby don't apologize, go ahead and cum baby, cum for me."

He squealed and snuggled his dick deep within you and painted your walls a pretty white with his cum, you hugged his shoulders tight and felt your own orgasm rip through you.

As he slowly pulled out of you and fell back on the couch, you sat up and came to his side and kissed his lips, "let me get some towels baby, let's get us cleaned up."

He nodded and you left him briefly to get some towels from the washroom, continuing to come back to his side and wipe away the excess cum from his torso and you wiped yourself clean with a spare rag as well.

Obanai stood and then lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom and pulled out some clothes for the both of you. You dressed him and he dressed you.

Kisses shared as the two of you made some food in the kitchen, soft giggles, touches and words of affirmation filled the kitchen.

Now the two of you were cuddling on your bed, you were rubbing his head and his face was snuggled into your chest as he rubbed circles on your sides. "I'm so proud of you Obi, you did so good for me."

He hummed and nodded, "I'm glad I made love with you, it was something that truly I had been dreaming of, but was too nervous to admit."

"I know baby, but I'm glad you finally let yourself indulge in such pleasure."

"I won't ever regret it. It was the most amazing experience of my life."

You kissed his forehead and he kissed your shoulder, the two of you wrapped yourselves in a world full of peace and love. Never wanting to let go of one another. It was difficult because Obanai was indeed a hashira, but you believed he would always return to you.

The two of you fell asleep in one another's arms, wrapped in bliss, something Obanai never imagined would happen to him. He was with a woman he loved, and he never wanted to let her go. He feared it would break him.

But he trusted you, and he knew that you would never turn your back on him, regardless of anything the both of you went through. He loved you, all of you. Your personality, body, looks, heart, emotions. You were the love of his life, and soon, he hopes that he will have the strength to express his love to you fully.

That's right, proposing to you one day, he dreamed of it, he wanted to keep you close for the rest of your lives. He snuggled you as the two of you slept together. He shifted and then opened his eyes and watched you sleep peacefully. You were beautiful, and he wanted you to experience the best in life. No danger, pain, or anything.

He would make sure of it, he would protect you, love you, cherish you, and one day, make you his wife, and he hoped you would accept his proposal.

He eventually let himself fall back asleep in your arms, with a love for you that he himself couldn't contain. He didn't want to contain it, he wanted to make you feel love like you had never felt before.

He promised himself, and he would love you through anything and everything.

I know I know, I said that I would post Obanai on Sept 15th, but I don't really like posting twice a day, and I'll be posting my Felix (SKZ) fic on that day.

But this came out cute 🤍

Thank you for reading 🖤

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #hashira #obanai iguro #obanai x reader #serpent hashira

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changingplumbob · 1 year ago

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Pancakes Household: Chapter 8, Part 2

In this part Fergus' sleepover continues then Eliza tells Bob about her pregnancy decision. It's a quick Freezer Bunny day and Iggy and Carson catch up after their scout meeting. Contains some sim spice, as usual no pixel private parts are shown.

For clarity Bob's nickname for Eliza is Jumble, and Eliza's nickname for Bob is Sleek. I'll try to capitalise them when they're being used as names to make any translations easier.

Eliza: Kids! Come eat! Bob left waffles

Drake: Sweet

Fergus: Did Atlas just disappear

Eliza: He left, he’s not coming back

Fergus: OMW mother what did you do

Eliza: Nothing! He was coughing and his mum rang and said she tested positive for Llamaflu and thought he should get home and rest just in case

Kelly: I hope he infected us all, it’s what I would do

Iggy: Fergus why are your friends so weird

Drake: I’m sure your friends are more weird

Ginger: *whines* just drop a corner, come on, give me a taste of waffle

Iggy: Kelly? Weren’t you just here

Kelly: It’s called a sleepover and if it goes well the watcher will count it as one of needed three gold sleepovers

Iggy: I’m not sure that’s how the watcher works

Kelly: How would you know? Had a conversation with them have you

Iggy: Just about how annoying you are

Eliza: Ginger? Where are you?

Ginger: *barks happily* 🎵trash, oh glorious TRASH🎶

Eliza: Ginger did you come outside?

Ginger: *barks happily* 🎶Trash I love you, oh trash I do🎵

Eliza: GINGER! We do NOT play in trash! Are you a common stray? No, you are meant to be domesticated. Get your paws OUT

Ginger whines sadly, learning not to play in the trash.

Eliza: There there, it’s okay. You’re still the best girl around here

Eliza: Lets go give you a bath before Bob decides you smell great in trash scents

Fergus: It’s called- mother, why are you here

Eliza: It is my house, I need good light

Fergus: But this is my sleepover

Eliza: Relax Fergus. I’m nearly done then I’ll leave you three in peace

Drake: Knew we should have done this at my house

Kelly: To bad you were to stupid to book this weekend first

The kids bicker and Eliza once again wonders how any of them call Kelly their friend.

Drake: I hope Atlas will be better for school

Fergus: The family always get their vaccinations, they’ll be fine

Kelly: Unless they all die

Drake: You don’t seriously think that

Kelly: Maybe they’re getting a visit from Grim right now, he’s going to get us all

Fergus: Oh yeah? Is Grim going to get Anya then?

Kelly: Obviously, Grim means business

Fergus: I forgot to tell you, I’ve joined the drama club

Drake: Why

Fergus: Just had a whim to try it

Kelly: Yeah I have whims to but they’re normally stuff like, make enemies

Drake: Do you actually have any enemies

Kelly: *sighs* it’s not for lack of trying, believe me

Fergus: Plus look at those two on the TV, they’re our age and they would have made money from this

Drake: Their parents probably forced them to do it

Kelly: Parents are the worst

Fergus: Make that all adults *titters* I’m an adult and you need to do what I say

Drake: If you don’t you’ll be sent straight to bed

Kelly: With no supper to wither and starve

The three wind themselves up with their impersonations and eventually have to give up on the film after missing what was even happening.

Fergus: Okay, story time! Come here Ginger, you can help

Drake: Why is your dog half inside your sleeping bag

Fergus: Dogs belong everywhere, don’t question it

Kelly: This better be scary

Fergus: Actually I’m going to tell the tale of a pirate

Drake cheers while Kelly boos. Fergus launches into his adventurous tale anyway. He has fun and the boys can see he’s practicing for drama club already.

We had some minor game glitches (by minor I mean it took between 1 and 2 hours of mod testing to find the culprit) so if there’s some continuity errors we will all just roll with it.

Bob arrives home happy. He had a stern critic come by the restaurant and rather than bore them with the house staple he decided to make them some comforting mac and cheese. He didn’t lose any job performance, so he calls in a vacation day for tomorrow. He sneaks inside past the sleeping kids and goes to find his wife.

Eliza: And that is why your only choice can be to invest in the company

Bob: I’m convinced

Eliza: You’re home, finally! Let’s get it on

Bob: Can we talk first

Eliza: Sure. What is it Sleek?

Bob: Have you thought about if we’re going to properly try for another pregnancy

Eliza: *sighs* I have thought about it

Bob: Do we have a verdict

Eliza: Lie back, get comfy, and listen

Bob climbs on the bed and Eliza begins to speak between kisses.

Eliza: I want another kid with you. I do. But I’m proud of what I’m achieving career wise right now. This next promotion will take a lot of work. If we get pregnant, then we get pregnant and I will love our child, but for now my focus needs to be on upskilling myself

Bob: I think you’re very skilled already

Eliza: *smirks* I can hardly use these skills in the boardroom. But I’ll make you a promise

Bob: I’m listening, I am a captive audience after all

Eliza: If we don’t get pregnant by the time Fergus is a teenager, we can start properly trying again. Will you be okay with that?

Bob: I can be. I love you. I want you to be happy

Eliza: Believe me Bob, right now you are making me very happy and… *chuckles* yes it feels like I’m making you happy to

The conversation draws to its natural conclusion, woohoo. The next day is Freezer Bunny Day and the slumber party kids wake up pretty early.

Eliza: Have you lot had breakfast already?

Fergus: Of course mother

Eliza: Are you alright Kelly? You don’t look too flash

Kelly: Bloody Atlas must have infected me before he left

Eliza: I think it’s time to head home then. You to Drake

Fergus: Mother what time is the holiday ceremony

Eliza: Not until 10, we have some time

Bob: I wanted waffles for breakfast

Eliza: You could always make some more

Bob: No point, I’m doomed to be sad

Eliza: Have some of this trout with me, you did a great job with it

Bob: Really?

Eliza: It’s excellent, I promise

The two eat and flirt some more before Eliza gets up to wash the dishes.

Eliza: I can feel you staring at my ass Sleek

Bob: But it’s such a fine ass

Eliza: I’m glad one of us appreciates this unshifting baby weight

Iggy enters the kitchen and Bob decides to pull Eliza aside to keep talking.

Bob: I’m sorry you’re unhappy with it, but I do love the curves

Eliza: I know you do, I just wished I loved them more. I mean looking at me, who would know I’m fit

Bob: Don’t worry about what other people think, to me you’re the most beautiful sim in the world. Remember what I told you last time you felt like this

Eliza: *sighs* That me being curvy was a sign of love? Love for the food you make and love for the lives I brought into this world

Bob: Exactly. You know I met this stunning girl in university who told me, weight doesn’t equal worth, and it helped me beyond measure

Eliza: She sounds like a catch

Bob: *chuckles* why do you think I married you before some other sim could. Now come on, or we’ll be late

After the Freezer Bunny Day ceremony Eliza goes to practice her skills and Bob searches for Ginger. She is very dirty so Bob decides the smartest thing to do is wait until after a jog to give her a bath.

Fergus: Did you check the couches

Iggy: Yes, I found a couple. Did you look in the laundry bins

Fergus: I don’t think the Freezer Bunny would put eggs in dirty laundry

Iggy: Yet you said we needed to check the toilets

Fergus: You’ve been pranked!

Iggy: How could it be a prank if I found an egg there

Fergus: *huffs* stupid Freezer Bunny

Bob: We did the jog, no more avoiding, it’s bath time

Ginger: *whimpers* but I don’t even know how I got dirty

Bob: I’m sorry. If it was up to me you could stay dirty forever. But we need to think of the others in the house, and they don’t enjoy dirty dog smell

Ginger: *whines* but I just had a bath yesterday, infants don’t even get bathed daily

Bob: Guess we’ll do this the hard way then

He scoops up Ginger and carries her to the bathroom, all the while she yaps in protest.

Bob: See, if we keep the harness on we can clean it at the same time. Eliza had to get me to stop showering with my clothes on, but it saved time so it was hard to convince me not to

Bob places Ginger down and she immediately begins flinging off all the loose water. Bob tries to avoid it but a puddle appears. He decides it will dry by itself. Carrying Ginger in to the lounge he sets her down and switches her into he collar.

Bob: There, clean and fashionable

Iggy brings Carson with him after scouts. Harvey is going to swing by for dinner and pick him up then. They do the secret scout handshake and reflect on the meeting.

Carson: I can’t believe you found that super rare badge

Iggy: I can’t believe they dropped it. I’m glad the troop leader knew who it belonged to though and was able to get it back to them

Carson: You definitely couldn’t have kept it, the leader would know you didn’t earn it

Harvey: I saw your wife tuning up the doorbell

Bob: I knew there was probably something I forgot to do

Harvey: Are you looking forward to your birthday tomorrow Iggy?

Iggy: Yes! Though it sucks Carson can’t age up at the same time

Carson: We are technically the same age after all. Promise me you’ll still come to my birthday party when I have it

Iggy: Absolutely!

Bob: Food everyone! Come and get it!

Iggy: It looks great dad. Mother are you... smoking?

Eliza: I’ll be fine. I just got electrocuted by the doorbell

Bob: Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should lie down? With soup!

Eliza: I’ll be fine Bob

Fergus: Wait… if both of you are Llamacorn scouts... why don’t you have matching uniforms?

Iggy: I don't have an answer (and neither does the watcher)

Previous Part ... Next Part

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #PancakesHousehold #ElizaPancakes #FergusPancakes #BobPancakes #KellyYork #CarsonFoster #HarveyFoster #simblr #OnyxPancakes #IggyPancakes #R0805

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splatoondetective · 11 months ago

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Haven't asked in a while so...

I have a few random questions:

Are you planning sometime to add another character to the blog? Doesn't have to be official, but do you want to add another character to the blog?

Do you have a list to favorite to least favorite Koopalings?

What are some of your other favorite blogs?

I don't know, any AU fun facts you want to share? I would love to hear them :3

Enjoy this long four-question ask. Also love your new profile picture.

(Wait one more thing: If you had to save one, who would you save: Pom or Wendy? >:))

No not really. were not gonna talk about the broodals

But I do want to expand my cast in the future :D

Ludwig, Wendy, Lemmy, Roy, Iggy, Morton, Larry

Honestly the first 3 are equally #1, but if I had to choose :/

Im too lazy to name all of them, but everyone single person in this community is my favorite.

Sorry, I don't got anything on me rn😅

NO, NO AND NOOOOOOO, why would you make me do that🥺

Seriously tho; I cannot, for the LIFE of me choose who XD

Reminds of the time my sister asked which one out of them was my favorite, I could not even do that!!!!!

#And I did enjoy this question XD

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monsterfloofs · 1 year ago

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💀 for iggy

Does this character have any phobias?

Ohhhh 👀✨️ Well I can say he definately isn't afraid of death! He's a tough bugger! One of those main storyline baddies that can be vanquished but not destroyed for good! >:3It does make him upset when he isn't taken seriously as a villain, or when his plans fall through but that's not really a phobia hm, hm, hm. . . what could the big guy be afraid of?

He's pretty tanky so I don't think he has any fears about being strong enough. In fact usually he is worried about being too strong and accidentally destroying some hero before he even gets the chance of making a proper enemy. (He's silly like that sksksis)

I would say... as I sit anaylzing this silly man, his phobias probably have more to do with him being recognized as a threat. Especially when his bone headed idiots see him as 💖best boss💖 and less 💀your evilness💀

He has uncovential tactics of evilry, he cares about his stupid men and wants to make sure they are happy. Even though they make him want to unroot a tree and throw it. He does have a sort of moral compass that directs his actions, he won't hurt the innocent. (More because he deems it idiotic, why would anyone want to???) He refuses to fight those lesser than himself, and has been known to kick people out of his castle rather than to wrack up anymore bodies in the dungeon. (Because they come back as ghosts and pest him but that's unrelated dkdksk)

I would say he does worry about his image quite a bit. His men, who from a distance look pretty impressive, but upclose you realize they don't have much of a braincell between them. Then there us his own inability to stop setting such golden standards.

I really wanted to make Iggy able to be quite a threat, but his own choices and actions get in the way of being a better villain. He's hella powerful, he has the ability to carve out a nice chunk of continent and make it his own, claim towns, villages, and have a pretty easy time doing so. But it's his own choices that stop him at every turn. I don't think he realizes that though, I don't think he fears inadequecy. But I do think he cares about his image, because I can see his skelly boyos gushing about him to a prisoner and him getting really embarrassed about it.

Poor Lorde Knellmourne (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

#floofyrambles #floofyocs #floofyasks

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charlottedabookworm · 2 years ago

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Funny thought I had for Phe Ulric AU - the chocobros are playing Fuck Marry Kill. Now it's Phe's turn and his choices? Noctis, Ignis and Gladio.

Phe: . . . I would kill Noct, marry Ignis and fuck Gladio.

Now Phe has to explain his reasoning without explaining he's related to one of those people or getting suspected of treason. He Regrets everything that led to this moment.

"What about you, Phe?"

"Kill Noct," he says instantly, ignoring his best friend's gasp of betrayal. Tilting his head back, he hums, debating... "Fuck Iggy and marry Gladio," Phe decides. Ignis is great and Phe loves his cooking, but really who wouldn't wanna be married to hiding-it-badly romantic Gladiolus Amicitia?

'Sides, Phe's always wanted a little sister and, since Dad isn't getting on with that, Iris is perfect.

"I would marry you," the Crown Prince of Lucis gasps out, his hand pressed to his chest. "And you would kill me? For Gladio?"

"Watch it, Princess. Can't help it if Phe knows I'm the best."

"How dare-"

Phe grins. "I don't know, bro, Gladio has a point," he says, slow and easy, as his best friend works himself up. "He'd get up and do my morning runs with me. Ifrit, he'd probably even buy me flowers."

"I'd buy you flowers," Noct mutters, pouting.

His pout only deepens when Iggy coughs to hide his laugh.

"Seriously though, Phe? Why kill me?"

"You're family, Noct," he shrugs and it isn't a lie. Even if it wasn't truer than his best friend knows, even if Noct wasn't technically his uncle, he'd still love him like the brother he is to him. "I love you, but not like that; I ain't fucking you."

Noct chokes.

"'Sides," he says. "Iggy's hotter than you are."

Huh.

He didn't know Ignis could blush like that.

#ask #raven-6-10 #prompto ulric au #regisson au #ffxv #my fic #phe gets away with it pretty easily tbh #cos he's comfy in his skin and his sexuality and yh noct is his uncle #and it'd be fucking weird #but also even if he wasn't noct really isn't his type #plus they all like to wind noct up #now when they all find out that phe is actually a LC they remember this and have a HUH moment

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leegunn · 6 months ago

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So, I had the idea a while ago to write a Gallavich fic set in the Being Human universe. I have tons of notes, but haven’t written much on it yet, and am currently focusing on other projects. I would like to pick it back up someday, but it will probably be a few months before I do.

I did write this scene and I kinda like it, so I thought I’d share it anyways. Enjoy this…. Meet-cute?

TW: Violence

Mickey hears the crowd before he sees them. Jeers and howls and punches and grunts of pain. He senses the victim’s werewolf status before he hears the pejoratives. “Mutt!” It’s the heartbeat, stronger than a normal human’s from this distance. “Dog!” It’s the smell. Foresty. Animal. “We’re gonna put you down, Old Yeller style. Got my silver bullets.”

He moves towards the noise, recognizing the voices of his brothers laying into some wolf who walked down the wrong street. He turns a corner and sees them gathered behind a dumpster.

The werewolf is curled on his side, holding his head while Mickey’s brothers kick at him. He hears the form mutter something but can’t make out the words. His brothers must not either, because they pause their assault. Colin leans down closer. “What was that, wolf?”

Mickey is still moving towards the gathered monsters when the wolf lifts his head to look up at his tormentors. His pale face is covered in blood, gushing from his nose and from an injury that seems to originate somewhere above his hairline. He looks young, Mickey realizes, maybe even still a teenager. He opens his mouth, almost baring his teeth which are bloodied and stained red between the cracks.

“Fuck you,” the wolf grits out. He spits out a mouthful of blood at Iggy’s feet.

Colin grabs a fistful of the redhead’s hair and hauls his head back sharply as Mickey finally joins the gathering. The wolf grunts in pain and glares up at Mickey with big green eyes.

“What are you?” The wolf pants.

Colin holds out his free hand, ignoring the question. “Gun,” he commands simply.

The wolf starts squirming then, breaking his staring match with Mickey to flail his arms in protest. Colin catches an elbow to his jaw and curses, letting go of the red hair. Iggy steps in then, grabbing under the wolf’s arms and dragging him to his feet. Colin’s fist connects with the wolf’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. If Iggy wasn’t still holding him up, he would have been on the ground again.

Mickey rolls his eyes and lets out a huff of a breath at the scene. “Alright, you two done yet? The kid’s had enough.”

Colin gives him an incredulous look. “He’s still breathing, ain’t he?”

“What the fuck do you want to kill him for?”

“We can’t let him walk, he was sniffing around our shit. He’ll go tell his little pack buddies.”

Mickey rolls his eyes again. “He doesn’t even know who we are, moron.”

“Well,” Colin flounders for a reason. “Terry don’t like wolves. We’ll look like pussies if we let a stray loose after it waltzed onto our turf.”

“Yeah, you’ll look real tough picking him off two weeks before the full moon. Might as well beat down a ten year old fuckin’ girl.”

“Well,” the redhead pipes up, “It’s not exactly like beating up a ten year old fuckin’ girl.”

“Man, you need to shut the fuck up,” Iggy says as he shoves the wolf to the ground. He turns his attention to Colin. “Let’s just go eat. I’m starving.”

“Fine,” Colin concedes. He gets low again, closer to the grounded wolf. “Won’t be so lenient if we find you here again.”

Mickey watches his brothers leave the alley as the redhead pulls himself into a sitting position. He wipes at the blood under his nose. “You look like shit,” Mickey informs him.

“I look like two assholes just kicked the shit out of me, probably,” concedes the wolf. He accepts Mickey’s offered hand and allows himself to be pulled up to his feet.

“Seriously, what the fuck are you doing in this neighborhood?”

He eyes Mickey suspiciously. “Why shouldn’t I be in this neighborhood?”

“You know how to answer a fuckin’ question, Scooby-Doo?” Mickey shoots back.

“You never answered mine,” the wolf accuses.

“Alright, I don’t have time for chit-chat,” Mickey grumbles. “Just get the fuck out of this neighborhood and don’t come back.” He starts to follow his brothers’ path out of the alley when he hears the voice behind him pipe up again.

“Wait, I don’t—“ Mickey pauses, something in his tone convincing him to hear the other monster out. Finally, the redhead asks, “how did you guys know I’m a werewolf?” He sounds lost. Mickey realizes he really is.

“How long ago were you scratched?” Mickey asks, turning towards the wolf.

“If I tell you, will you answer any one of my questions?” The redhead sounds annoyed again.

 Mickey nods. “Where are you staying?”

“Jesus Christ!”

“You smell like dog. Now, where are you staying?” Mickey asks impatiently.

“I smell like what?” The wolf brings his wrist to his nose.

Mickey sighs. “You asked how we could tell. You smell like dog. Where are you staying?”

“I smell like—“

“This conversation is moving way too slow for me.”

“I’m homeless, okay?” The wolf finally admits. “I just got in town from Chicago. I was hoping to find an abandoned warehouse or something to squat in for a while, maybe, uh, change in. It looked like an abandoned shithole neighborhood but I get it, okay, message received, you guys have something going on out here. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

Mickey huffs out an unamused breath. “I’m not worried about you snitching.”

“Then what’s with the beat down?”

“Okay, you’re homeless,” Mickey says aloud like he’s processing. He feels sympathy for the wolf, despite the rivalry he’s supposed to uphold. He remembers being a new vampire, abandoned by his maker, left alone to figure out the harsh realities of his new monster life. “Come stay with me a few days, alright?” He finally says, surprising even himself a little. The wolf eyes him, hopeful but cautious.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to hang around this neighborhood?” He asks as the other man leads him out of the alley.

“I don’t live in this neighborhood,” Mickey answers.

#gallavich fanfic #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

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tammyhybrid21 · 1 year ago

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Dumb Headcanon thoughts PART 2. This time it’s the Slugcat Edition... Along with a few bonus things because goodness.

This time we’re starting off a bit more hot. Mostly because I actually have a lot of additional things to say in general regarding this one simple fact. It is canon. Pebbles refers to you multiple times throughout different campaigns as a rodent. And sure you could take that as him looking at the slugcat and been a bit of a SatAM Robotnik about it... but I more like to take it as a statement of fact because it can lead to so much fun theorizing... thus my top sheet.

Side note, seriously, go look up what animals are in the rodent family, there’s some WILD revelations of it. Anyway... point the first... Beaver Inspiration... this also explains Slugcat buoyancy... their fur traps air for insulation in the water... Thus they naturally kind of go UP-- On the other hand, they regularly need to groom that oil through for this layer to do its job properly...

WITNESS... MY CREATURE DESIGN.

Dsbvjhbfsjhbfjhds, no but seriously, I have a lot of thoughts regarding this. I also really love the way the fandom has come to the conclusion that Slugcats are descended from a simple pipe cleaning organism. I agree honestly, their diets are just too funky to not be from something like that... also the edible moulds throughout the game.

On top of that, I think that said organism was also a “template” one. Aka, lab rats. It would explain why the iterators seem to tend towards Slugcats more than anything else...

Oh side note. I have another personal reasoning for giving Scugs white blood aside it just been funky. But because of how Rain World canonically doesn’t have a full divide between plants and animals... I got inspired specifically by milkweed plants, and some... things people believe about them.

Basically there’s an old, old rumour about it having healing properties. Also that squish fact... it’s based again on real world information. This is directly inspired by how rats can squeeze into gaps(also raccoons but they’re not rodents). Also just some fun to explain pipe travel... this is how shortcuts work tbh.

Anycase, yeah... More of the biology and developments thing. I do think the iterators did some encouraging of the development. Not entirely their fault though. Not at all. Again, there’s a lot of environmental pressure. Different creatures responded to it differently... for the lantern mice it became a matter of getting up high and then... well... yeah. They didn’t find much pressure from then on.

For the slugcats though, they ended up in the further wilds. In the ruins, and nomadic.

At some point I’ll come back on Scavengers. But not anytime soon. For now, here’s my slugcats are sentient propaganda... Which I fully believe is because of how they function in community and seem to be nomadic. I mean sheesh, Gourmand’s whole implied campaign. The iterators using them as messengers, or even with slightly more complex tasks... Or majorly more complex tasks...

Pebbles just expecting Rivulet to somehow know and understand retrieving his Rarefaction cell... To deliver it to Moon... also on Moon’s side... Iggy’s whole... thing, which I’m certain is the overseer’s decision alone, but just pleading for the slugcats to go bring neurons now! Yeah. Go Iggy, if they were a slugcat or other creature they would so choose violence. Love that little overseer.

SURPRISE. YOU FELL INTO MY TRAP CARD. This isn’t just a post talking about Slugcats but I also wanted to talk about the Cycle. In which case, yes I am a dirty heathen who thinks that the respawn is real. But before you stone me for that, I do have some in game evidence. As well arguments for why it doesn’t work on everything. Beyond just mechanics...

I think that there’s a few necessary ingredients for it to work. And the core to them is ties to your identity and sense of self, attachments to form and body. Which solidifies as you grow up, different people and creatures at different ages(although most creatures aren’t that attached I don’t think... why you can lose tamed lizors and tamed slups who haven’t found that connection yet). ALSO YES, I do think that a human randomly in Rain World would just... reincarnate... the greater cycle it is...

Mostly because to have a sense of yourself and place you also need to be more aware of the world. A place not just in your body but the world around you... I have more comments but those can wait for when I get around to doing a proper talk of what it means to ascend and break the cycle...

From Dust to Dust and Ashes to Ashes all that’s left of you is others memories, nonexistence just returning to once cosmic dust.

Final last point bonus. Just some Spearmaster thoughts really. I love to imagine Spearmaster is just one really messed up creechur because Suns literally doesn’t understand as much as they think they do. Amazingly designed, but really horror creature in action.

#Rain World #Slugcats #THybrid Art #THybrid Iterates #headcanons #I WILL FIGHT YOU SCUGS ARE RODENTS #And also very much sentient #Early early culture but still sentient #Same level as Scavs #Also sorry I'm a respawn believer

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