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forffax · 1 year ago

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returning the favor with oc asks since i always wanna hear about yours !! if you had to pick like your top 5 favorite characters who would they be and why 👀 bonus if you want to pick your favorite like settings/worlds/universes youve made for ocs too!

OOOUH thank u chase!!!

I'm gonna list out my favs then talk abt my main oc universe a bit ^_^

This got ridiculously long so it's going under a readmore <3

1. Tos Family (sorry this is going to be. the whole family bc I cannot possibly choose between them)

i. Lux Tos (he/him)

(realizing now i haven't drawn him in a hot fuckin minute)

MY DAD. guy of all time ever. everyone's favorite half-human time traveling alien war vet. it always feels weird referring 2 him as part alien even if it's technically true sdjfgs. fun lore fact: he was the Dead Older Brother in original iteration Zephyr's Sad Backstory but I liked him too much so I decided he got to live <3

Lux is one of my older ocs that I still actively draw and think abt (late middle school...) and he's changed a LOT over the years but he's so so so dear to me. my guy who has Seen the Horrors and is now happily gay married with a kid :') sdfkjsk most things abt his story is just me being So Incredibly Self Indulgent (cool powers, complicated sibling relationships, gay) but it makes me happy and I love sharing it with ppl! Someday Voided 2 will be real and ready to share with the world...

ii. Ferdinand Tos (he/him)

Dad....2!!!!!! I don't remember when exactly I thought him up but it was probably around when Lux's backstory was getting a major overhaul... He's a man out of time he's training to be a doctor and his will to live is so strong he spent the better part of nearly two decades building himself a new body! Guys who died but got better <3. I think I literally got brain blasted one day and decided he's a non-op trans man and it was the best thing ever for him actually. He's a southern californian stuck in the cold northwest (probably. either that or the northeast im not settled on that aspect yet skdjfs). He's been super fun to write from a worldbuilding perspective too bc his main goal is to pioneer a new branch of medicine using his powers! His relationship with Lux and the rest of the family (and his reconciliation with his sister) is sooooo important 2 me :]

iii. Athanasius Tos (she/her)

THANAAAAA most normal sibling (lie). She was adopted formally right after Lux "died" and had a bit of a complex about just being a "replacement" for a good while, and she THOUGHT she had worked through that when Lux suddenly re-appeared... they're on great terms now but it was Tense. She's a biochemist and probably makes the most out of the household (she shares an apartment with Zeph!) It's very important 2 me that she can let herself be vulnerable with her family and close friends after years of bottling everything up... Epic nerdy autistic butches in your area <3 Fun fact she is the only full human of the main cast!

iv. Zephyr Tos (she/him)

My fuckign auncle. Within the story she only recently realized he was bigender and is much happier for it, even if you couldn't tell by her permanent scowl skjdfgs. Zeph was the original protag (along with Thana) of the short story I wrote in middle school that turned into Voided 2! In-universe he was very clearly supposed to be the protag but missed/ignored the "call to action" phase and just got a shitton of Issues and Traumas instead <3 She's so everything 2 me he's a freelance writer/artist she's kinda cringe and he is trying only as hard as she absolutely needs to in order to get by. While his relationship with Lux is MUCH better than it was when Lux first came back, she's completely inseparable from Thana and would do anything for her (I feel like they spent equal times protecting each other from bullies as kids...) He's changed so much from her original incarnation but developing him has been SO much fun <3 Since Voided 2 runs on real-world time (in that I have specific real-world dates for most major events) she turned 50 fairly recently and that's fucked but also funny. old.

v. Alan Tos (any)

Alan! Love this kiddo. He's Lux and Ferdinand's adoptive kid! Xe doesn't learn about it for a while but she was a government secret experiment test-tube baby (they were trying to artificially fuse souls together, distantly related to the later Child Soldier School ze was placed into) (kid cannot catch a break). He's a good kid, if not a little clueless and naive... someone who would hold no ill-will if you had to cut their leg off (this is not a hypothetical GJSKDS). Somehow, despite all this, she is by far the most Normal out of xer family <3 His fashion sense is some kind of spectrum between 60s businesswoman and scene and tbh? Very fun to draw! Her friends and family are very very dear to them and at the moment xe's just kind of letting life take zem wherever.

2. Vague (it/they)

unauthorized fucking thing kill it with hammers NOW!!!!!

Vague started as I think just a proxy for myself in vent art I drew in like early high school sdhjfgds they have since become. something. my mascot I guess? (I still end up using it for vent art sometimes bc it's functionally unkillable and it's fun 2 get narsty sometimes.)

originally it was just the weird cat-shaped angel thing but a couple years ago I gave them a human design that I really love too <3 vague technically has a place in Niko and my other cat furry ocs' story but their human form exists in the real world and is just Like That i think. vague is just a little guy okay? they're sorry about crying and bleeding all over the place (not bc it sees any issue with this they just noticed you looked upsetskjdfhs)

3. Niko (he/they)

Baby's first fursona! Niko was always mostly his own character but now that I have new This is Just Me sona(s), they've been officially retired from that front <3 Niko's story is mostly planned out, I just desperately need to write it somewhere skjdbfs but the gist is that Niko works a shitty minimum wage call center job and finds meaning and love through forming a band with people he happens to meet... also there's some whistleblowing and betrayal and vague slams down out of the sky at some point <3 Niko's band doesn't have a name but they're the lead vocalist! (Niko 🤝 Blue (is blue and sings in their band)) This is a universe where everyone is cat furries simply bc I wanted to design lots of cat furries but also I haven't drawn like half of his bandmates/friends.... orz

Fun fact I found my original doodles of him in an old math notebook and apparently I seriously considered the name "chandler" for them. Help,

4. Larkspur (they/them)

Laaark my friend lark :] they're my player character for a friend's tabletop campaign! *hands you a bug* *hands you a bug* *hands-

Their design was super fun to come up with and they're fun to play as :] They were raised on a farm and have a deep love for animals (insects in particular), but they have a hard time connecting with others and understanding why people act the way they do.. They wear an eyepatch to cover their multiple other eyes bc it gives them bad sensory overload to see with them! They also spent quite a bit of time as a bounty hunter before they were blacklisted from further work bc they let a target escape on purpose... Lark is a ranger/bard and they play the hurdy-gurdy! They're dear to me and I really need to draw them more sjdfhgs

5. Chungy Fresh (she/he/they)

Chungy my belungy.... she's a mimic who spent most of his life being a chest in the temple of a forgotten goddess until they gained sentience and saw a fursuit from far away and decided yep! I'm gonna look like that Now <3 She didn't get all the details right but he's never been happier! I think Chungy spawned from me drawing a weird fox thing and simultaneously thinking "hey wouldn't it be funny if a character had a verbal text/forum signature and it was also their name" skdjfgjskdfls. Chungy is def up there with "most fun ocs of mine to draw" bc she's so Noodly and Malleable... I started playing as him in a friend group's tabletop oneshot thingy (where multiple ppl write different unrelated oneshots but we use the same characters for each session) and it has been a lot of fun!

OKAY OC UNIVERSE TIME. I call my main oc story "Voided 2" bc it takes place in the same universe as my v personal self insert oc story "Voided" that I have been working on/writing/thinking abt since late middle school... It's kinda vaguely modern fantasy/sci-fi? Main things are that there are beings born at the beginning of the universe made of pure energy called Lunoirs. There are countless universes, and each universe has Lunoirs in some capacity. They mainly exist to "keep the balance," but if you ask any specific Lunoir what that means you'll get a million different answers. Mainly they gravitate towards any life within their universe and integrate with them, observing them and protecting them from Shadows and Vacares. Shadows are the unliving souls that will eventually be reborn and reformed into a living soul inside any given universe-- they exist in the space between universes, called the Void. the Void looks different to any being that crosses into it, and it's hard to say what its "true" nature is. Vacares are Lunoirs that have had their souls corrupted and eaten, usually by other Vacares. While Shadows, being amalgamations of soul energy, are strictly neutral, Vacares seek to cause chaos and eat more Lunoir souls, increasing their numbers in a vain attempt to satisfy their endless hunger.

The Lunoir population on Earth is fairly numerous, and since Lunoirs can take on whatever form they choose, many of them live and love and have children with humans, making partial-lunoir children (physically they are nearly indistinguishable from full humans, save for longer lifespans, odd hair and eye colors, and sharper teeth. also they have semi-physical wings, but these have to be manually brought out and often ppl don't even know they have them (*cough* zephyr *cough*)

Lunoirs aren't fully immortal, but they have a different life cycle to most other forms of life. When a non-lunoir dies, their soul disintegrates and is amalgamated with the souls of others in the Void to become Shadows. When a Lunoir dies (outside of having their soul completely corrupted/destroyed), they instead go into a sort of stasis and are reborn later; they have no memories of their previous life (the ones on Earth don't, at least) and they can take on wildly different appearances.

Lunoirs and partial Lunoirs have powers in the form of energy manipulation, particularly when it comes to the energy of their own souls... They can use their souls to form weapons, mainly to fight against Vacares that tend to be immune to physical weapons. Most people have one weapon that they specialize in, but in a pinch nearly everyone can form a knife. Humans can manipulate their own soul energy in this way too, but this ability must be taught/"unlocked" by a Lunoir or a partial Lunoir first (Zephyr, at some point, did this for Thana without either of them realizing it). Lunoirs can also manipulate the energy of the very universe to create Rifts in time and space, sometimes leading between separate universes... These rifts also open of their own accord from time to time, and there's a good number of people who have been displaced from their time or even their universe by unwittingly falling into one.

Every living being has a "soul" (a collection of their life energy), and through a kind of "reaching out," one can feel/taste/smell/hear/see another's soul... every soul is a bit different, so this is an easy way to identify people even from a distance!

The Earth Lunoirs once had a country where they congregated called Saluria, which was the site of a brutal multi-year war against an army of Vacares that wanted reign over Earth... Many Lunoirs and partial Lunoirs across all of Earth's history felt drawn to Saluria, often willingly or unwillingly being rifted to the time of the war to go fight in it... Some partial Lunoirs especially believed it was their sacred duty, while others believed it was a curse leading them to inevitable death... there's even whispers that Saluria itself is alive, luring in young partial and full Lunoirs out of self-preservation.. who's to say. Ultimately, the Salurian War was a victory, but not an easy one.

Lux and Zephyr are half Lunoirs (their mom being full), and Ferdinand is 3/4ths Lunoir! Alan is a bit of a weird case but functionally he's also half Lunoir :]

This is v much simplifying Years of worldbuilding ssjhdfgjks and I can FEEL I missed a bunch of stuff but it's all very very dear 2 me :]

#THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE ASK SORRY THIS IS LIKE A MILE LONG <3 #matoitech #my ocs #long post #if u (or anyone else) has any questions abt the Voided universe worldbuilding stuff feel free to ask i love going nuts abt it <3 #my art #txt #blood #eyestrain #<- mostly for the chungy pic sjdfhgs #ask games

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alias-sam · 1 year ago

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Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 5. Know Your Enemy Part 2

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 3,125

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

"Son of a-"Know Your Enemy was knocked aside by some buff purple dude, causing the dictionary copies to disappear. You watched in disbelief as the stand growled and ran out of the room.

"What exactly is going on here kid?" The purple guy dissipated and right behind him stood Mr. Kujo.

"Um. Would you believe it if I told you I don't know either?" You answered, looking up at the man.

"Give me a break." The guy tipped his hat in front of his face. "You're a stand user, aren't you?"

"Yeah." You summoned your stand just to show him. He looked it over with a blank expression. This was odd. Two stand users in one day? You hoped these encounters wouldn't become a pattern.

"Do you know where the user is?" Jotaro asked abruptly. You paused, trying to wrap your head around the fast-moving situation.

"Its user was snooping around in the front office. He probably left after his stand started chasing me, but I'm not sure."

"Alright then." The man nodded, turning to leave.

"Hang on! Where are you going?"

"What does it look like? I'm going to track down the user." He looked back your way. "You coming?" He sighed. You stood in the darkened classroom, staring blankly at Mr. Kujo. Was he being serious?! Why was he so calm?!

"I-" You weighed your options. Either you helped this guy track down Blake and his stand, and possibly figure out more about your own stand; or you could just walk away and pretend you didn't see anything. Jotaro was just about to leave the room when you answered. "Wait up. I'll help." You relented.

"Just don't be a nuisance got it? And try to not get hurt."

"Yeah, got it." You nodded nervously.

You followed the man out into the hallway. It was like he had trained for the situation, and entered high alert mode.

"What's your name kid?" He asked while keeping his eyes on every possible place the stand could be hiding.

"Y/n." You said, trying to follow the man's gaze as it darted around.

"I'm Jotaro Kujo." He responded. "What about your stand?"

"What about my stand?"

"What's its ability?"

"I'm not sure? Is it supposed to do something? I didn't even know what these were until yesterday. I haven't exactly had the time to experiment." You shrugged. Jotaro looked at you with a bit of annoyance.

"How much have you figured out so far?"

"The fact that they're called stands is the extent of my concrete knowledge sir." You told him nervously. This Jotaro guy was really intimidating. He sighed.

"Look, I don't have the time to give you every last detail so here are the basics: Only stand users can see stands, only stands can touch or harm other stands, and damage done to a stand reflects onto the user, every stand has its own unique ability. Got it?"

"U-uh. Yeah, I guess so." You did your best to commit the rules to memory. Somehow you felt that knowing them would help you in the long run. As you blindly followed Jotaro, the uncanny feeling of being followed crept up your spine. Slowly, you turned around. Down the darkened hallway behind you was the stand, smiling and leaning against a wall of lockers. You cursed, Know Your Enemy was terrifyingly good at sneaking around.

"Have you ever heard of Sun Tzu?" Know Your Enemy smirked at you. Jotaro's attention was immediately brought to the stand as it slowly started walking towards you. "He was a Chinese military strategist during the 6th century. 'To know your enemy. You must become your enemy' it's a sentiment I can get behind!" The stand touched a nearby wall with its hand. A copy of the wall sprang up between where you and Jotaro stood. Affectively separating the two of you.

You frantically searched for the stand but there was no sign of it. The wall that had sprung up out of nowhere seemed to go on forever. You took out your own stand and had it punch the wall.

"Muda!"

"Ow!" Pain erupted in your hand. The same hand that your stand had used. It was a shock to experience the phantom pain for the first time. There was a small dent in the wall, but the copy held up. It was much sturdier than those pens you had stopped earlier. A nearby intercom buzzed.

"That's what you get for punching a solid wall!" Blake's voice taunted over the school intercom. "If you and Mr. Kujo just left the school on time like you were supposed to this wouldn't be happening." You tried to see if there were any doors nearby, but every single one as far as you could see had disappeared. "Now I'm going make this a very bad day for you both." Blake's laughter faded out as the intercom shut off. Suddenly the walls around began to move. There weren't many paths for to take, it was dark in the building, so navigating was quickly becoming more and more difficult. The halls around you didn't look familiar anymore, the walls had come to life, moving and configuring into something completely unrecognizable.

"Boo."

You turned around only for a fist to fly into your stomach. The force knocked you back and onto the floor. You clutched the area and groaned in pain as you slowly tried to stand. When you looked up you were faced with the towering figure of Jotaro, and two more Jotaros walking up from behind him.

"Crap." You muttered as the Jotaros moved in to attack. The fighting experience you had in your life was negligible, so instincts were all you could rely on. As you summoned your stand you noticed something odd, navy-blue auras began to radiate off of each Jotaro.

The closest copy got to close for comfort so you kicked it in the shins. The copy reeled back, shifting in stiff, mannequin like positions before lifelessly falling to the ground. The one following received a punch from your stand. When the third copy tried to attack your stand his hand phased right through it, he stumbled past you and fell.

From what you could gather, the copies made by Know Your Enemy were tangible, material made by a stand. That's why the teacher could see the copy of Blake earlier, and why the Jotaro copies couldn't attack your stand directly. With all of your opponents on the floor you had the leverage to kick them. Using your stand, you got rid of the Jotaros, each were silent as their bodies shattered and disappeared. You stood alone in the empty hall, squinting into the darkness trying to decide on what to do next.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway and yet another Jotaro appeared. You took up your best imitation of a fighting stance, like the ones you had seen in movies. The 'Jotaro' raised both hands as if in surrender.

"Whoa! Slow down! I'm real!" 'Jotaro' smiled at you nervously. You watched him skeptically as he came closer. He moved stiffly, bending only at the joints as he walked.

"If you really are Mr. Kujo..." You glared at the newcomer. "What's the name of my stand?" You suspected this was a copy, and the way he was acting only made it more obvious.

"O-obviously your stand is named uh...." 'Jotaro' gave your stand a once over, a few beads of sweat trickled down his face. "Golden Wind?"

"Muda!"

You sucker punched the copy hard enough for it to shatter on impact. None of these copies seemed very bright.

"Jokes on you Fuxtaro. I haven't named it yet." Your stand's head turned to you. The robotic facial expression was still the same but something about the way it turned around gave an air of offense. Could stands get offended? "Don't look at me like that." You sighed. "We're in the middle of something. I'll—name you later...?" Your stand nodded, seemingly understanding the answer, and dissipated.

Taking a deep breath, you looked around at the surrounding walls, they were still shifting. The only thing that had really stayed the same was the tiled floor at your feet and the ceiling. There had to be a way out of here, right? First you had to find Jotaro, the real one. He seemed to know what he was doing.

There were no classroom doors nearby, but you noticed the security cameras. There was one right next to you, and another a few feet down the hall, a few feet after that was another. Did your school always have so many cameras? There was a red light blinking on the side of each one, indicating they were recording.

Slowly you made your way down a hallway to your left. You caught a glimpse of Blake's stand, as it ran past you, tapping you on the shoulder before running away. A wall appeared before you could chase Know Your Enemy.

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Meanwhile, Jotaro was also navigating the hallways of your school. He had attempted punching through the wall that shot up between you and him. Whatever stand user was doing this obviously wanted to mess with him. If he broke the walls with his stand it may invite the user to create more obstacles.

The stand causing this was obviously very powerful. Jotaro was caught off guard by this situation. Years had passed since he last battled a stand, years since he had summoned his own stand. Jotaro looked over at Star Platinum, the stand looked slightly different. Maybe it was his memory betraying him, but Star Platinum looked like it had changed colors. Jotaro brushed the strange thought aside and had Star keep a lookout for the enemy.

Jotaro's mind wondered to you for a moment. He had the odd feeling he knew you, but at the same time didn't.

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"What a drag. Here I thought this would be hard." Blake Greenmin giggled as he watched the wall of security footage in front of him. Blake smiled wickedly, turning on the school intercom. "Run and hide all you like; I can see everything in the school. You won't leave here alive!" Blake laughed maniacally as he turned the intercom off. "God you bastards are lucky copying people is hard. I can only give them simple commands..."

Blake glanced over the security footage. You and Jotaro were walking in completely different directions. Blake summoned Know Your Enemy and had it make a copy of you.

"Bring him here." He ordered.

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You made yet another futile attempt to navigate the hallways. This wasn't getting you anywhere. What else could you do? The red lights of the security cameras caught your eye again. Slowly, you approached the wall, summoning your stand. You had it reach up and smash the lens before quickly backing away. Quickly you looked up and down each hallway, waiting for something to attack. Nothing happened though.

Confused and tired you leaned against a nearby wall and slid down into a sitting position. Your stand just looked down at you as it remained standing.

"You wouldn't happen to have any ideas, would you?" You still weren't sure if this thing could think for itself or not. Much to your surprise your stand pointed at a nearby wall. You blinked a few times, trying to tell what exactly you were seeing. A few feet away you saw two strange lights, one was a gold-ish yellow, the other a familiar navy blue.

You squinted; the lights were moving away. You swung your hand in front of your face, and you were able to see the lights through your hand.

"What the hell?" you mumbled curiously. You got up and tried to move closer to the lights. The closer you got, the more the lights formed outlines. "Are you the one causing this?" You asked, looking at your stand. It shrugged.

Before you knew it, you were running, trying to keep up with the outlines, only to be abruptly blocked by a wall. No way was that of all things going to stop you. Immediately you had a theory. Your stand reached up to break the nearby security camera lens, before you could blink the wall standing in your way disappeared. It was one of the fake ones.

It was a long process of breaking random cameras before you finally got close to the source of the lights. You had rounded a corner but quickly ducked back behind it in shock. It wasn't every day you saw the back of your own head.

The copy wasn't attacking Jotaro. In fact it looked like it was leading him somewhere.

You stealthily followed the copy and Jotaro. If your hunch was right, it would lead you to Blake.

.......

Jotaro wasn't sure what to think when you waltzed up to him. Hadn't you been separated by the enemy? There was something off about you now compared to earlier. Jotaro didn't have the time to question it, but there was something about the stiff way you walked that was off putting.

Your copy urged Jotaro to follow them to the front office.

"And here we are." Your copy said as it gestured to the office. "Blake should be in there."

"You're sure?" Jotaro asked skeptically.

"Yes."

You watched the exchange from a distance, not sure what you were supposed to do. Blake didn't like you in the slightest, and now knowing he had such a powerful ability, you could only imagine what he was ready to do.

Jotaro was led by your copy into the security room at the back of the office area. There was a large desk surrounded by a wall of screens, all showing black and white security footage.

"Okay we're here, now where is the user?" Jotaro watched your copy carefully.

"Oh my! It seems he left." Your double lamely lied. Jotaro glanced around the room, already weary from the clone's odd behavior. You followed Jotaro's gaze as it focused on the tiles in the ceiling. Strange, the ceiling tiles next to the wall were uneven, cut in half when they reached the wall. Almost like the wall was-

"Yare Yare. What a simple trick." Before you could even finish your thought Jotaro's stand appeared and destroyed the fake wall. The fake wall shattered and disappeared, revealing a flabbergasted Blake sitting at the surveillance desk. His expression quickly turned to one of malice.

"You saw through that?!" He yelled in disbelief.

Jotaro didn't say anything, he only glared at Blake while moving closer. The air in the room grew tense. Either stand could appear at any time, so who was going to make the first move?

"What are you going to do? Beat me up?" Blake backed away from Jotaro.

"That entirely depends on if you cooperate. Tell me how you got your stand." Jotaro said coolly.

Blake grit his teeth, that coupled with the way his body was shaking made it hard to tell if he was anxious or angry.

"Screw you!" Blake yelled having Know Your Enemy launch at Jotaro. In the blink of an eye Blake was on the floor, the beginnings of an impressive bruise already forming on his face.

Your copy was slowly creeping up behind Jotaro. Quickly swallowing your fear, you jumped in before it could do anything. When Jotaro looked your way you sheepishly waved and backed up a few paces, not wanting to become a victim to his wrath. The moment Jotaro was distracted a sly smile crept across Blake's face. In one fluid motion he picked up a nearby piece of paper and had Know Your Enemy make copies of it.

Before you could process what was happening a whirlwind of papers filled the front office, completely obstructing your view. It was like being hit by a wave, you flailed around a bit trying to reorient yourself, but just as quickly as the paper appeared it vanished along with Blake.

You blinked a few times in disbelief, trying to wrap your head around what had just happened.

"He- got away?!" You exclaimed looking around the now vacant room. Jotaro was faced away from you. He was looking at the only door to the office. You could tell he was at least a little pissed off. At this point you gathered that it was maybe part of his personality. "Shouldn't we go after him or something?"

"No. Don't worry about it. With luck he learned a lesson and won't mess with you anymore. If he does want trouble though he'll show himself eventually."

"I don't understand how you're so calm in this situation." You sighed deeply, taking a seat on a nearby desk.

"You handled this well enough for someone with no experience."

"Thanks..." you and Jotaro sat on silence for a moment. Your gaze slowly crept over to the wall clock. "CRAP!" You bolted up and moved toward the door. "I need to get home!"

Jotaro mumbled something to himself as he followed you out of the office. Thankfully the walls in the school shifted back to normal and you found your backpack very easily.

"Kid wait a minute." Jotaro said, causing you to halt putting on your backpack. Jotaro pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it over to you. "If anything like this happens again I want you to contact me."

"SPW?" You asked, reading the seemingly random letters off the card. Under the letters there was a phone number.

"Just tell whoever answers that you need to speak with me and we'll be in touch."

"Alright then..." you placed the card in your wallet, bade Jotaro an awkward goodbye and walked home as fast as humanly possible.

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Blake stumbled past pedestrians and businesses with labored breathing. After finding himself a fair distance from the school he decided to stop and catch his breath.

"Dammit!" He seethed, leaning against the wall of an alley way and sitting down.

"It appears you've had a very rough day." A dark figure emerged from the opposite end of the alley. He was tall, and dressed...oddly. Blake tried to back away from the man, but he was pretty much cornered.

"H-hang on- I recognize you!" Blake was tempted to scream but the man motioned to stay quiet.

"You've started realizing your full potential." The guy gave a sinister smirk in Blake's direction.

"How did you know that?" Blake pressed himself against the alley wall.

"You'll know in due time my friend." The guy stepped back, trying to show he meant no ill will. "I'm here to propose to you a partnership." Blake looked the guy up and down critically.

"You're kidding." Blake laughed humorlessly "No offense dude but I need some explanation."

"First I need you to tell me who got in your way today. Do you know their stand abilities? Their names?" The guy asked, growing impatient.

"How would I know their abilities? Kujo's stand is really strong that's for damn sure." Blake cringed, gently placing a hand on his bruised face.

"And the other one?" The guy pushed curiously.

"I didn't see them use their ability...they don't seem to really know what it is yet."

"What's their name?" Blake gave a malicious grin.

"Y/n Jones."

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julies-butterflies · 4 years ago

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Honestly, your writing reminds me a lot of the buffyverse. Just the perfect balance of humor and sadness and romance and heart that just feels like a vivid window into the world you've created.

God the Body...the best forty minutes of television I may never watch again. I've rewatched Willow and Tara's kiss (because I'll adore them forever), but just...the weight of it. It took me a full month to work up the nerve to watch the episode, to be ready to cry that much.

What you said about not wanting people to suffer, because of your work...It's never once felt like that for me. And I've cried a LOT while reading your work. I'll try to explain it the best I can

Grief can be so isolating, and disorienting. Your world goes topsey-turvey, supports you took for granted go flying into the abyss and suddenly it's a minefield of those glass shards. And no one's grief is identical. No two circumstances are the same. It's not possible for anyone else to know exactly how you feel, because no two hearts break alike.

Sometimes, it's because people just don't understand. Sometime's it's because they no longer want to. But some days, that feeling of aloneness can be crushing.

Then one night, I stumbled upon Let These Shadows Fall Away Like Dust. That one hit me way harder than I was ever expecting. The question of how to grieve the living, the dilemma on when forgiveness is deserved...Alex's anger, his devestation, the rawness of it all....That's my broken glass. Those are concepts I've been struggling for over a year. I'm still picking up pieces every day.

I sobbed, because it was such a relief. To see the feelings that had been scrambled up in my mind just reflected there, on my screen. The reminder I had desperately needed, that I was not alone. That even though my circumstances were different, I was not the only one trying to unravel those messy emotions.

Then again, I also read your deathfic for fun, so maybe I'm not the best judge of this. I tend to like angst. I tend to get a lot of "WHY WOULD YOU MAKE IT THAT SAD" in group chats :D

Please don't feel any pressure to respond to me quickly or anything. I never mind the wait. I'm so sorry for the rough times. Wishing that you and your family gets whatever you need to help ease your storm. Sending love and support as well.

(sorry for all the metaphors. I'm super sleepy and apparently, I resort to purple prose when tired lol)

I know exactly what you mean about Emily. I understand why people don't like her, but I just love to see her written as such a grey character. It's just so much more powerful when the love is so clearly there.

I mean, that's what a tragedy is, really. Love cut short. Grieving a future that could have been everything, if fate had not been cruel. I don't know if you know musical theater, but I like to think about the Barber and His Wife, from Sweeney Todd: the whole tragedy of that show, is that they were happy all together, and then permanently broken. How their paths keep crossing, but they never connect to heal. Never lost, but never found.

And that's the tragedy of Luke and Emily: too stubborn and too late. You find that grey area, the messiness so well, and just bring it all out so wonderfully. You do the same with Bobby/Trevor, ESPECIALLY in the horror and the wild. God, that absolutely devestated me. I'm not a big fan of horror in general, and I haven't explored the genre that much but...if all horror is like yours then DAMN, I might just have to become a fan.

This got super long (lol) so I'll wrap it up now but! THE SIC FIC QUEENS TOGETHER???? When I tell you I lost it.... all too well Bobby and what you've lost reggie in the same story are killing me. I am hooked and incredibly hyped. Loved both updates so far, and cannot wait to see where the story goes!

Oh yeah and I forget: I have to ask, do you have a fan cast of the one, the only, the incredible Keith Richards? (and that goblin is so cute!!! I really want to pet the blood thirsty monster. So badly)

Love, your totally-not-undead-pen-pal, :D

-Vampire Anon

Know musicals? Vampire Anon my beloved, I am a musical theatre bitch. Take a look at my high school graduation cap! (Anastasia is my favorite musical... something about the themes of home, love, and family, the idea of always finding a place in the world even after enduring incredible hardship, that anything is survivable with faith and love in your heart... I'm also a Romanov history bitch, and Christy Altomare is such an incredible talent and human being.) Literally, talk to me about musicals anytime!

And yeah, I definitely see your metaphor... the tragedy of The Barber and his Wife was how close they came to each other throughout the whole show, existing within reach the entire time, after being separated for so long. But it wasn't the same; it never could be. Time and trauma had changed them both into something unrecognizeable, and when they came face-to-face, they could only hurt each other. At a certain point, the ghosts of your past are meant to stay ghosts. Sure, you might want them back more than anything --- but what would it mean? What would you truly be getting back?

Luke's "back", of course, and he comes home to visit his parents multiple times... but they're not the same people he left. They're older, greyer, changed by grief... while he's just the same. A snapshot forever frozen in time, a memory crystalized in amber. You can't hold memories in your hands. You can't pull them close and refuse to let them go. Eventually, they'll slip away... and to Mitch and Emily, a memory is all their son is, now. That's what's so heartrending about the situation we see in the show, especially --- so much love still exists between all of them, but it has no place to go.

Okay, sorry, it's 3am here and I'm rambling too, haha --- mentioning musical theatre was a mistake.

I'm so glad my stories have been able to connect with you, especially 'shadows' --- that one resonated with a lot of people, more than I ever realized it would. It's not the most personal story to me... but definitely one that needed to be told, and the emotion in it... hits home for a lot of people. It means so much to me knowing that story, and Alex's internal struggle, has made people feel less alone.

I think I'm going to have a hard time looking back on that one, though. We were staying at my aunt's house for the weekend where I wrote most of it; I read a few excerpts to her, and she said she liked it. She was always interested in my writing... I kind of wish I'd gotten the chance to share more of it with her.

Like you said. Grief's a funny thing. Disorienting, relentless, and crushing.

Please just remember, though --- whatever you're dealing with, you're not alone. You don't have to cut yourself on those broken pieces... one day, you'll wake up, and realize you feel whole again. It will never feel the same, and the pain will always be there... but healing around it is what makes us stronger. You don't owe anyone your forgiveness; it's okay to grieve when you've lost something, regardless of whether death has taken them from you. Grief doesn't have to be earned, it simply has to be felt.

You'll be stronger for it, in the end. I'm sorry you've been hurting so much.

Anyways! Oh gosh! On to lighter, happier topics! Please tell me...

What are your favorite fics? (Like, my fics, obviously, which fics of mine do you just go gaga over? Please praise me or else my ego will shrivel like a worm on hot pavement.) No, okay, I'm kidding --- what are your top fics for this fandom? Like, what are the ones that really resonate with you, that you could read over and over? The JATP fandom has so many greats, but I'm always drawn back to Some Killer Queen You Are by pearlcaddy (buffyverse meets jatp!! iconic!!), Lantern's Light by thefairhero (literally the SOFTEST reggie), the sky's not empty tonight by firefall (just... devastating and beautiful in a dozen ways), and literally anything by foundfamilyvevo.

How long have you been in the JATP fandom? Who are your favorite characters? What's your favorite JATP song?

And finally, most importantly... what are your favorite musicals?

(also... since u asked... behold keith richards and tremble)

#vampire anon my beloved #also... vampire anon... you're a writer #i can tell!! i can read it in your words #youre so eloquent and put things so beautifully #do you write fic?? have you posted any for jatp??

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shawnpetermuffins · 6 years ago

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I Miss You

A/n: I hope this is good because I put this off for so long wanting to do it justice. And this is based very loosely off I Miss you.

Summary: you two broke up recently, and it's not sitting well with Shawn, even though he's the reason you broke up.

Requested by @it-isnt-in-myy-blood: Hi, I recently listened to the song 'I Miss you' (Clean Bandit, Julia Michaels). Maybe you could write a fic based on the song, angsty but with a fluff ending? Thank you... ❤️

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It may have only been a week, but I'm missing it here! 😭

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I shut my phone off and toss it to the end of the bed. I should have been with her on that trip, but tour got in the way. I got in the way. It's crazy to think that if you asked me three weeks ago, I would have said that my girlfriend and I could overcome any obstacle thrown at us. But ask me again a week later, and I would tell you I was wrong. That being away from her for months at a time was too much for me and I broke it off because I thought it would be what was best for both of us in the end.

Now ask me if I still believe that.

I don't.

I haven't told anyone about us yet. I mean, everyone probably suspects because there haven't been Amy preshow FaceTime calls for good luck, and I'm not texting like a madman during dinner or when we're on our way to the venues. And I know she hasn't said anything to anyone either. How? Because for one, she hasn't blocked me on any social media - I know, I've checked at least ten times just within the last two hours. And two, she hasn't deleted the three pictures of us that she has on her Instagram. They're still there for everyone to see, me included.

Now my fingers are hovering over the keyboard and I'm staring at her name on my phone which is still My Love 😍, and I'll probably never change it. Because she is my love, and to strip her of that title because I'm an idiot just isn't fair.

Hey... I miss you

I type and backspace and type and backspace at least ten times. Because I want to text her. I want so badly to text her, but what if she doesn't want to hear from me? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to. I was the worst. Breaking up with her over the phone, no less because I was hurting being away from her. Never once did it occur to me that, yeah, she was hurting too. Or maybe she's with someone else. Maybe she's found somebody new. I want her happy, sure. But I selfishly still want to be the one that makes her happy.

Y/n I miss you.

I delete it one last time and open my photo gallery. I have an album saved for photos of us. Photos that I never got to post because she wanted to keep us as private as possible without being a secret. Which is why both of us only have 3 photos of each other on our Instagram. One for our six months, a year, and a year and a half. Two more months and we would have had a fourth picture.

I'm swiping through the photos landing on one I took of her when we were flying back to Canada after our first trip together. We're on a private jet because this was before we went public with our relationship. Andrew made sure that we weren't seen together in the airport or anything. She's sitting in the seat across the aisle from me, legs up to her chest, earphones in, head resting on her knees as she smiles brightly at me. There's another one of us curled up together on this tiny chair in a green room in the UK that Andrew sent me. She's literally curled into a ball on my lap, sleeping peacefully and my legs are spread in front of me, arms wrapped tightly around her body, head resting against the back of the seat.

The next one Brian took. We were at my place for a very impromptu new years party. It was just gonna be me and y/n, but she insisted we invite the guys over. And we did. It was one of the best nights of my life. We're watching the ball drop, with her in my lap, arm around my shoulder. I have one arm behind her back, the other on her thigh. I think Brian knew something was going to happen because at ten seconds to midnight he pulled his phone out and captured out first new years kiss. She's holding my face and I'm practically leaning her back against the couch. It looks like I'm seconds away from crawling on top of her, and it be honest, I probably was. She's just too perfect for me to resist.

Then there's one that Josiah took of us just a few months ago at the studio house. I had y/n on the kitchen counter, she was in these jean shorts that I loved her in and a button up that she'd stolen from my suitcase. Not that I was complaining. It looked far better on her than it did on me. I stood between her legs, my hands on her sides, slipping under the shirt a little bit, leaning her hips exposed. Not that either of u cared with her fingers threaded in my hair as casually as they were. My face is blocked by her figure, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that I was smiling entirely too wide standing between her legs.

The video that follows knocks the breath out of me. She giggling like crazy, but the camera isn't on her, it's on me. On my back, more specifically. She laughs even more when I wince at the feel of her fingers on my red, raw skin that is now home of her fingernail scratches.

"Baby? What happened to your back?" She asked, amused.

"Don't know," I said, turning to face her, my cheeks still holding a slight blush. "But I think the real question is, what happened to your neck, missy?" I pluck the phone from her hands and turn the camera to her where she's trying to cover her face. I manage, however, to take her hands in my free one and the camera focuses on the flourishing bruises that litter her beautiful neck, my favorite place to rest my head.

I close my eyes, the memory of that night filling my mind. Watching her come down from her high, my face still buried between her legs. The weight and cold touch of her hands as she pulled me up to her, into her, because she needed me closer. I can hear myself murmuring the words 'I love you' all over her skin, still remember the way her back arched when I hit the right spot again and again and her finger ran down my back over and over, once more and she probably would have drawn blood. And I may not be home, but I can smell her on the sheets, that constant aroma of warm vanilla penetrating my nostrils. God, do I miss her.

I'm only making it worse for myself by doing this, I know that. But I should feel bad. I lost the greatest thing in my life and I didn't need to. So I got back to our messages, but instead of going to type a new one, I scroll through, reading through our old texts. There's countless paragraphs of us professing our love for each other. Lots of random pictures sent, most from my side. There's conversations about getting a home together, and a dog. And her telling me how much she loves my family and me telling her how much they love her, how much they ask about her. It's all hitting me too hard right now.

And it doesn't help that im literally sobbing at 2 in the morning, in Paris. The city of love. The place she told me was her favorite trip to ever take with me. Where we stood atop the eiffle tower and I gave her a promise ring, a ring that said I would love her and keep her forever. A promise ring that was now probably in the ocean in Cabo because I tore us apart so easily.

I sit up suddenly, struggling to catch my breath. It takes a few minutes, but I'm able to pull myself out of this empty bed that would only be comfortable with y/n laying next to me. I'm scrambling through the room, picking up the pair of jeans I threw off my body earlier and slipping back into them. I find a torn work out shirt in the bottom of my back and push my head and arms through before throwing my youth hoodie over my already overheated upper body. My passport is sitting in my guitar case, and I grab both things without a second thought. My suitcase trailing behind me.

It's difficult booking a flight and carrying a suitcase and guitar all at once, but I get along just well enough and adjust myself in the lobby while I wait for a taxi. I don't text Andrew until I've made it to the airport and am in my seat on the plane, ready for take off.

Emergency... had to fly home. Promise to make it back in time for the Paris show.

And I turn my phone off before he can text or call me back. Because there isn't a damn thing that he could say that would keep me there in a city that's meant for lovers, when my lover is across the world instead of laying in my arms the way she should be.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know there is someone out there who is better for her. Someone who isn't constantly on the move. Someone who can come home to her every night and help her make dinner. Someone who can cuddle her until she falls asleep when she's having a particularly bad day. I know there's someone who can do those things.

But I also know that he won't love her the way I do. He won't know all the little things that I do. Like how she only uses a blue toothbrush. Always has. And he won't notice the tiny scar that she has on her right middle finger from when we tried to make dinner together one night and she cut herself. He probably won't know that she wakes up at 3:34 every single night, because she hasn't been able to sleep fully and soundly through the night since she was four years old. And he'll mess up the way she likes her tea, using tea bags instead of leaves. (She like the herbal taste that you get when you use the leaves. And she likes when you do two scoops of them, and two scoops of sugar, but just cane sugar, the rock sugar makes it too earthy. And of course, she drinks it on ice because she hates burning her tongue with hot drinks.)

I'm thinking way too much as I get off the plane, reluctantly turning my phone back on only to see texts from just about everyone I know. They're all asking where I am, but I ignore them, because what I'm about to do is far more important than anything they threaten me with. I have to make things right.

Standing in front of this door that I've stood in front of hundreds of times should make me feel at ease. Remembering all the times I had her pressed against the other side of the door because I just couldn't wait to have her all to myself. But if anything, it's making me more nervous. So nervous that my hands are shaking, palms sweating, my breathing is jagged and I know if I don't knock right now I might never get the chance again and I can't lose her for real this time. So without giving myself the chance to rethink, I knock on the door three times and I wait, handing in the pocket of my hoodie.

I wait a solid thirty seconds, which feel like an eternity, before the door finally opens and I see my beautiful girl. Her face is bare, hair only halfway straightened, and she's in those shorts I love and my old Led Zepplin t-shirt.

"Shawn," my name still sounds like heaven spilling from her lips. "What are you doing here?" She crosses and then uncrosses her arms, shifting her weight from one leg to the other before standing completely straight.

I didn't even realize I was crying until I sniffled and heard my voice crack with just three words, "I miss you."

"Shawn," she shook her head.

"I tried not to," I insisted, still standing like a fool on her door step. "I swear I did. But I couldn't stop. I looked through all our pictures and texts, and I couldn't stop myself from missing you. And I know I have no right to because I broke things off. But I was in Paris and I was miserable because Paris was your favorite place, and that was where I promised to love you forever, and I'm still keeping that promise. I was an idiot," I continue to ramble. "If there's a better word for that, then I'm that too, because I thought it would be easier if I broke things off. This tour was going to be so long and to go that long without each other, I was scared that it wouldn't be enough for you. But it's not what I wanted, y/n. It's not, and I just-"

"Shawn, stop."

I shut my mouth instantly, ready for her to tell me to leave. But what she does instead throws me completely off guard. She pulls me into the apartment and wraps her arms around my neck, burying her head deep in my chest.

"I miss you, too." She mumbles and I exhale slowly, only to inhale that scent that I love so much. The scent that is naturally her. She starts to pull away, and even though I don't want her to, I let her but she only leans back enough to take my face in her hands and before I even have time to blink, her soft lips are on mine and I'm whole again.

She's mine again and I'm never letting her go.

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This took me longer to write than it should have, but I kinda really like it. I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you Wednesday for more content! 💙

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