#you want to wait until a stranger tells them that they're annoying and that they need to shut up

[radio-charlie]

Idk. Call me and the 982734342 other people who agree 'old-fashioned' but if you just let your kid be loud and wanton as fuck in public spaces you're sharing with other people you are spoiling them. Your kid is a spoiled brat and it is your fault. Patiently teaching them how to negotiate these shared spaces without making the entire world want them dead will protect them more than whatever 'gentle parenting' shit you're pulling out of your Montessori handbook.

[iwasdear]

I'm coming in with another thought about Matsukawa cus he lives in a penthouse in my brain and bro is not moving out any time soon

he did not truely grasp how big his meat was until he lost his virginity

sure he's not dumb he knew it was definitely something but not until he got a girl in bed did he realize his shtick was built different

and lemme say that did more than just inflate his ego, he was a changed man

And doesn't just slang it all willy nilly and expect his size to do all the work, he learned the motion of the ocean and was a certified sex god from that point forward‼

Not just cocky for cockys sake, he promises a good time and sure as hell lays it tf down too😼

On a similar note can I ask how you think all the seijoh 4 first times went? when? how? what do you think?

oh i definitely fuck with this thought, anon. he's not cocky just because he can be cocky, but it's because he knows he can be cocky. matsukawa isn't like those annoying mfs that are cocky because they think they're the shit. he is the shit. after that encounter where he lost his virginity, he became a god and nobody could stop him no more.

now, here is how i think seijoh 4z first time went ( with reader ) ★

oikawa had his first time at a party. since he's very popular, he gets invited to parties often. i feel like he def had no idea as to what the fuck to do, but i mean, you're not bound to knows when it's your first time, right? he was really excited about it, though, and spoiler: he came really fast! we understand, king. hormones are everywhere, there's a rush that's hard to ignore, its a first time sensation, how could he hold back? he had a round two after that because he reached his own high, but reader didn't even get to enjoy theirs, and let me tell you. his second orgasm hit him ten times harder. i know this messed up with his ego so he's been participating in every no nut november like a loser because he says it will help him last longer (it really doesn't).

mattsun had a pretty decent first time with a date, and it went absolutely amazing for both of them. the amount of stamina this guy has is insane. they met on a dating app, both of their profiles specifying that they didn't want anything serious, much rather looking for a quick hook-up. it was then when matsukawa realized his cock was in fact not your average dick. the fact that his huge buddy could make someone cry in pain fascinated him. my guy has morals so he held back so reader could adjust but god was his ego over the roof. ever since then, mattsun proudly carries a weapon between his legs.

makki had his first time in a damn club HANDS DOWN. unlike oikawa, who had the commodity of a (strangers) bed, hanamaki went at it in a bathroom. oh yeah. ngl i feel like he's a sucker for head, so they went with that first! he loved it, btw. lasted quite long but not too long, iykwim. then he proceeded to fuck reader on the sink. some clubs tend to have full body mirrors and my gut is telling this mf had a second round but this time full view on said mirror. the ones above the sink weren't it for him. out of the 4, i personally think makki is the most experienced. he knew what he was doing the moment they walked into that bathroom. if you're wondering, they waited for it to empty out and locked the doors and didn't let anyone in for a good two hours, teehee.

this one may be a little too biased because i love iwaizumi a little too much, and in my eyes, he's a gentleman. unlike the other 3, iwa had his first time with someone he was in a stablished relationship with at the time. it was actually quite romantic and beautiful and SIKE. hajime had his first time in the lockers. stressed from dealing with oikawa and his annoying fangirls, mattsun and makki holding him back from beating the shit out of his best friend, and just built up stress from other things. he was over it. the stablished relationship part is true. he asked reader to meet in the lockers a little earlier than the time practice usually ends because he heard from others (mattsun) that sex was a good stress reliever. by the way, iwaizumi was the last to lose his virginity. the gentleman part was also true because despite being someone who doesn't speak his mind outloud, my man still had the courage to confidently ask reader if they could do the deed right there and then. tbh i feel like he likes his privacy, and i mean, anyone could walk in any second, so they both went with the showers. great experience if you ask him, but he would NOT do it in an open space like that ever again.

© iwasdear | more thoughts are welcome!

[kaahgyuya]

hello! uh can i request fem!reader who is in a secret relationship with Kinich and was hanging out with the natlan girls plus lumine and paimon practically taking her attention away from kinich making him jealous. No angst just pure fluff. thank you^^

Jelly . ! (FLUFF)

. synopsis ; kinich gets jealous!

. warnings/notes ; fem!reader, Kinich might be ooc... secret relationship, he gets jealous, pet names oneshot, and reader in this might not be a liking for you! (Reqs are open, so feel free to recommend some stuff of your own!)

rahhh!!! Thank you for being one of my first requests after awhile of not posting on Tumblr! Forgive me for not posting a lot last year, but I'll be sure to post regularly. Thank you anonymous for this request! (My apologies if this is not how you like it 🙏)

REQS. are open!!! (Open until 10/3)

Kinich and you started dating around 5 months ago, and ever since then, you wanted to keep it a secret because you didn't know how to explain it to the others.

Its been 5 months though, when will you tell the others?

Besides, Kinich has offered to tell them for you, but you just felt too embarrassed to do so, so he might as well leave it be until you're comfortable. After all, you're his partner.

Lately, Kinich has noticed you haven't been paying much attention to him, so everytime whenever he can't spread his love for you, he gets a little annoyed.

"Cmon, Kinich— you're so pathetic! Stop sulking before ya'lose all of your balls!"

"Shut up, Ajaw." With a snap of his fingers, Ajaw gets sent to the sky, being sent to his timeout.

Kinich sighs as he finishes off his commission and walks off.

He finally sees you, walking to his tribe while humming softly with your hands behind your back, however, they're in public so he can't help but feel a little sting in his chest.

"Y/N." Kinich called out for you, you turned around and waved enthusiastically.

"Hi Kinich! I was just about to look for you." You say as he approaches you.

He walks beside you as you yap your mouth off to him. He wants to hold your hand so badly, he just brushes his hand against yours.

As you and Kinich make it to the top, you still talk to Kinich as he listens to you carefully.

"Is that Y/N? Y/NNN!!!" You heard an eager voice call your name, and you turn around to see Paimon, Lumine, Mualani, and Kachina.

"Huh? Oh hey guys!" You run over to them immediately leaving Kinich on his own. He couldn't help but feel that same sting clench his chest again.

"Hi Mualani! Long time no see huh?" You asked her, she eagerly agreed too as you guys had girl talk... and then there's Kinich.

Kinich noticed that recently whenever he was with you, or about to give you a small kiss, someone always had to come and interrupt you guys. Whether it'd be a friend of yours, or a stranger.

He couldn't help but just stand there for awhile and contemplate. He couldn't help but feel that stinging feeling come back.

Was he jealous? No, no, of course not. The calm and collected Kinich would never, he would never let this stupid emotion take over him right here, right now. He's much more mature than this, he would nev—

"Oh? We should visit by sometim—" you were cut off as you felt arms wrap around your waist tightly, and nuzzling their head in the crook of your neck.

"Huh?"

"Eh?"

There was a long silence.

Kinich pressed a soft kiss on your neck as he kept his head hidden in your neck.

"My love," Kinich mumbled in a low voice."

"Wait— you're dating Kinich?!" Mualani was the first to yell that out loudly as some people nearby looked at them.

Lumine covered Kachina's eyes as she asked, "wait huh? What happened?"

"SHES DATING HIM??" Paimon screeched.

"Hold on, we never knew you guys were dating! How long have you..." Mualani paused and noticed your face was bright red and completely frozen.

Kinich looked up at them and answered her question. "We've been dating for about 5 months." Kinich couldn't help but feel a little guilty after breaking his promise with you, he felt bad because his jealousy took over.

He continued to leave his head nesting in the crook of your neck.

"M'sorry, my love." Kinich mumbled in a low voice.

Paimon waved a hand in front of your face, yet you showed no response.

"I—I, uh... um." The tips of your hands felt shaky and a wave of embarrassment washed over.

"How come you never told us, Y/N?" Mualani asked with a worried smile, you were so red you looked like you had a fever.

"It— I uh, I didn't know how to say it." The redness still bloomed all over your face.

"Trust me, it's easy." Kinich said.

"wh—wait hold on!" Kachina removed Lumine's hands from her face and saw them being all cuddly and close.

"If you guys are dating for real, then kiss!" Kachina immediately blurted out then covered her mouth.

"Sorry!.." She mumbled.

"Cmon, let's go." Kinich immediately scooped you up bridal way and then took his way off.

"Kinich— put me down!" You tried tackling him off but he didn't bother as he still walked off.

Mualani and the others heard you from a distance as you guys got more and more faint.

"Kachina, let's talk about this later." Mualani says with a somewhat concerned smile.

"What just happened?" Lumine and paimon ask.

"Dunno, but I can't help but feel happy for them. At the same time, a little upset because they never told us." Mualani said while putting a hand on her hip.

"Wanna take a bet on who confessed first?" Lumine asked while chuckling.

"I bet Y/N!" Kachina said.

"No way, I think Kinich." Mualani immediately said.

Kinich and you are both somewhere secluded as he put you on top of some boxes.

"M'sorry." Kinich immediately leaned his head on your chest and huffed.

You can suddenly hear the guilt in his voice.

"I was.." He paused.

"I was jealous because lately you haven't been paying much attention to me, so it built up over time and..." He paused again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Kinich mumbled as he hugged you tightly again.

"It's fine. I was planning to tell them soon anyways, but the way you did it was so embarrassing." You grumbled.

"Mind if I do it differently then?"

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"What if I just kissed you in front of them instead?" He chuckled while lifting his head up to look at you.

"No!"

@kaahgyuya 9/30/24 6:50 pm

A/n : sorry if there's any sloppy writing or anything like that, I hope you enjoyed reading though! <3

[wings-of-ink]

What if someone is very actively flirting with RO, making heart eyes at them, complimenting, smiling sweetly, etc. The MC looks at them from afar. They don't like it, they are jealous and upset, but they can't say anything because they are too shy and not sure if RO likes such attention from this person or not. So, MC just sends sad glances in their direction.

What will the ROs do? (if it's a crush stage)

Awe! Poor shy MC. I think it's safe to say that their feelings won't go unnoticed…I see this happening, in a tavern (because of course), with MC sitting alone at a table as they watch the bustle around them. There's a semi-similar ask, that you might also like linked below too!

Oswin:  He's annoyed at the attention from this person and is waiting to politely exit the conversation. While trying to maintain patience, his eyes find MC's, but they look away the moment their gazes meet. He can tell something isn't right, they look uncomfortable, distressed even. He leaves the other person without a word, taking a knee next to MC's chair. "It's okay, I'm here."

Zahn:  They don't mind being flirted with, but it's lost its luster recently since there's always someone else on their mind these days. It begins to nag at them while they have to force a laugh at the stranger's dumb joke. This isn't as fun as it normally is, it feels weird. MC keeps drifting in and out of their mind, so they scan the tables, spotting MC fidgeting in their seat. They look sad. Zahn keeps looking until MC feels their gaze and looks up. When their eyes meet, Zahn smiles wide. They know where they need to be right now.

Duri:  The song and dance is familiar - lingering gazes, brisk touches against their shoulder and coy smiles - the attention is not abnormal for them. A group is clustered around them with questions and compliments, trying to provoke a reaction. Duri remembers how red MC's face gets when they tease them and smiles. They look over in time to see MC try to hide a sad face. Are they lonely? Or scared? Duri excuses themself, and hurries away despite the pleas for them to stay. They take a seat next to MC, hooking their foot on MC's chair to scoot them close suddenly. This is more fun.

Rune:  Dragging their hands up and down their face in barely-concealed annoyance. It's clear that MC is getting distressed. Rune has seen them glance over nearly a dozen times and their sweet face seems to get sadder and sadder each time. Patience suddenly runs out and they abruptly excuse themselves, walking back to MC's table. Rune caresses MC's jaw and cheek with the back of their hand. "I'm sorry that you feel uneasy. Please save me from those idiots and stay here with me." MC's red face is so sweet.

???:  He positions himself where he can easily see MC's face each time they look his way. They're so jealous. This is too cute. He laughs - loudly - at this idiot's innuendo. He's not interested, and this person hasn't taken the hint, but ??? likes seeing how flustered MC is getting. It's bittersweet since he doesn't want their feelings hurt, but it's beyond charming to see that they really are getting attached to him. A flutter of softness hits his chest, and he quietly slips away from the group around him, blending into the crowd. MC is looking around for him, but they don't see him coming up behind. Why is his heart racing so much? He gets close to MC's ear and whispers, "Jealousy looks good on you."

Thank you for the ask, Anon! ^_^

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[sofskywalkerr]

The Dead Skies

street racer hayden x reader

Chapter One

It’s a hot summer evening, and you and your friends are getting ready to go watch today's race.

You all get into your tops and mini skirts, do your makeup, and do your hair. After you’re all done, you and your friends hop into your car. You drive a sports car yourself since you used to street race too, but you quit.

You drove all the way to where the race was happening, and a lot of people were already crowded there. You and your friends passed the groups of people and parked. When you got out of the car, you watched your friends greet their boyfriends (or at least, guys for the night). Embarrassing.

You roll your eyes as you sit on the hood of your car, waiting for the racers to drive in. Your best friend Brian is racing tonight; he’s one of the main reasons you’re going. Racing has stopped being fun for you ever since the accident, but it's still a bit exciting for you to watch, and besides, you want to support Brian.

You realized you zoned out in thought after you heard loud cheering, and the sound of the car engine took you back into reality. You turn your head back to see Brian, Slap Jack, Suki, and Orange pull up to the street. You nod to Brian as you walk towards his car. Brian rolls down his window.

Brian: “sup y/n”

You smile and tap his car door. "You're going to win, no doubt about that. Just don’t get yourself killed,” you say with my teasing smirk, but you actually mean it.

You go to stand by one group of people you kind of like now, so it doesn’t feel as awkward. The race is ready to start; the money is bet; they’re just waiting for the countdown until—wait, why aren’t they starting?

Tej walks in front of the already ignited cars with racers in them that were so ready to start, and you notice he's holding the money they've bet and he's on the phone. Seriously? He's holding them up because of a damn phone call?

You look over to Brian, who just shrugs his shoulders in "I don't know” manner until you hear Suki yell from her car.

“What the hell is this supposed to be about?"

Tej gets off the phone with a grin as he speaks, "Well, it seems like one more car will be joining you this loooovely evening."

Everyone looks at each other with raised eyebrows and confused looks on their faces.

"Who the hell would be joining us?" Brian asks with an annoyed undertone.

"Oh, I think you should be the one to tell me." Tej says.

You look over to Brian, who seems to understand. "That's impossible he's too young; he can't race-“

A sound of a car approaching can be heard; it's a green mitsubishi; it looks hella good and fast too.

The stranger stops the car right at the start line and gets out of the car. Blonde. Tall. Hot. He looks familiar.

Blondie greets Tej with a simple "Wassup man," and a dab as he hands him the money he's betting. He looks around and sees the racers. He comes up to Brian's car, his smile never leaving his face.

"Long time, no see, huh?"

Do the two of them know each other? You ask yourself. You see the two of them greet each other with a handshake. They definitely know each other.

Stranger gets into his own car and nods to Tej. "All ready then." Before the countdown starts, he turns to Brian and says, "Be ready to lose."

3

2

1 

You don't even notice the cars leaving, as they're so fast away. You watch the race, walking around the streets and moving with the people so you'll have a better view of the cars.

They’re fast, but Blondie seems to be first. He’s good. He’s really good. He’s drifting- what? he’s actually drifting. Insane.

As he drives and passes you, you could see he’s struggling a bit, cursing and getting aggressive. That’s what a good racer does.

The stranger seems strangely competitive with Brian, but maybe that's just you.

Here comes the jump off the bridge. You keep your focus on the bridge, hoping for Brian, but you see the green Mitsubishi instead. 

"How in the world-" you mumble to yourself. Everybody knows Brian drives the best; there's no way for some blondie to just come and win.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Tej walks by the group of people surrounded by Blondies to give him the money he won.

You come up to Brian, who is still sitting in his car, so you just casually hop into the passenger seat.

“Wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” The car stays quiet for a while before he speaks up.

“Race was pretty crazy, huh? I nearly didn’t make the jump-”

“Who is he? the new racer? Clearly, you know  him." You cut him off as you turn to face him.

"Would it be mad crazy if I told you that he’s my little brother?”

"Ain't no way in hell,” you say, shaking your head. “How long have we been friends for? How did I not know you had a brother?” Even you are surprised how calm you act about this.

“I don’t really mention him that much... He was there when your accident happened, actually."

You shut off and immediately changed the subject. "Well, he’s certainly a better racer than you."

“He got it from me; if I hadn't thought of him, he wouldn’t know a shit.”

“Jeez okay no need to get all pissy with me. Shouldn’t you like to go and talk to him, congratulate him, or something? Besides, you can introduce me.”

You look at him as he rolls his eyes and gets out of the car you are following right behind him.

Blondie is busy talking to girls surrounded by his car about the race, but as he sees Brian approach, he stands up with a smirk on his face.

“Still better than you,” he says in a teasing tone as he hugs his brother. Suddenly, his eyes dart to you.

“I’m gone for a bit, and you got yourself a girlfriend? Never have I ever thought that I’d see this day-”

“She’s my best friend, dumbass, and in fact, I do have a girlfriend."

“So she’s available?” Blondie asks bluntly.

You look at him with your eyebrows raised. "Well, nice to meet you too. I have a name, by the way, Y/N."

“A.J.” He nods to you as you shake hands. “A.J O’Conner.”

“Brian’s brother, huh? Your race was pretty  good."

“Yeah? Appreciate it”

“Your car looks cool too, not gonna lie."

“Shit this Mitsubishi? yeah it’s-“

Brian suddenly interrupts, “How cute! You’re trying to impress her with your car, even if you only knew her for less than two minutes. Sorry to break it to you, but we have to be somewhere. Tej invited us to some kind of after-race party or whatever he calls it." He speaks with a mocking tone.

“Aren’t I like supposed to go too? I mean I’m the winner."

"Oh, so now that you're the winner, you're going to-"

“Can you stop acting like fucking toddlers and get in the car?” You are clearly annoyed, you didn’t want to go to the race in the first place, and you definitely did not want to listen to two competitive asses.

A.J. and Brian just look down. Jesus, they act like fucking dogs now. You nod to your car as if to say for them to get in.

"Is this your car?” A.J mumbles.

“Hell yeah, that’s her car; she used to race, remember?”

“Hold on, you’re the chick who raced the dead skies thingy?”

Why the fuck is everyone asking? you think to yourself. It’s none of their business, and clearly you don’t want to talk about it. “Well yeah."

"Jeez, sorry, I didn’t know.” He friendly nudges you and smiles a bit. Weird.

“Get in the car.” You open the backseat door for them and then get into the driver's seat.

“Where exactly are we going?”

“No fucking idea,” Brian says as he laughs.

“Good to know.” You start the engine, your radio is on, and swimming pools start to play in the background. As you put your hands on the steering wheel, A.J. puts his hands on your seat and says, "Well, y/n, drive us fucking nowhere.”

You look in the rear view mirror, smirk, and start to drive.

[2000sangel]

Omg high I saw your post for Adam headcannons and would totally love one! Ty!!!

Personality: I'm generally a very calm, patient person, and I try at all costs to not become angry or frustrated easily. I really just hate the feeling of being angry or frustrated, and I try to be sensitive and gentle with people I stead of blunt or too forward. I can come off as quiet, even shy, but warm up to people quickly and will talk and or listen to someone for hours. I generally am very attentive and supportive of the people I care for, and one of my biggest dreams is to be married one day, though I don't want children. I think a downside of my personality is that I can be a little insecure, and the second I feel unwanted by someone in any way I close myself off completely and become cold, even if I really liked them. I also have a tendency to become very absorbed/intense about whatever thing I'm currently obsessed with. I consider myself very intelligent, especially in the traditional/academic sense, but am not as worldly or as experienced as I'd wish to be, since I've had a somewhat sheltered life in a small town.

Hobbies: I am a huge classic literature fan, and read constantly, especially anything from the 1700's or 1800's, though I also particularly love Shakespeare, Jane Austen and the Brönte sisters. I'd say I always love a good story, no matter what medium it is in.

I also really love to bake, though I'm not much of a cook. But I love just baking some cookies or something with an old disney movie on in the background. I love horror movies, unless they're gory, and I read a ton of comics, especially the original runs of characters like Thor or Ironman by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby.

I like video games as well, but am embarrassingly bad at them. Like I always put them on the easiest difficulty level possible, and my only strategy consists of doing side quests and random bullshit until I'm so overpowered for the main storyline that I can finish a bossfight on the first try.

And I love love love to shop, at malls, thrift stores or antique stores, and especially bookstores, where I always spend too much money.

I also write smut for people online so there's that.

Hello there !! Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you have a fun time reading!! ^_^ I had an annoying day so I couldn’t wait to get home and write some of these AHAHA

Warnings for : ...long. It's long!!! Divider Credit : strangergraphics

. * Adam x You Headcanons * .

The first thing that I thought of while reading your personality’s rundown is that you never have to worry about feeling unwanted by Adam, ever. You’re this man’s everything, and he’s not shy to show or admit that he wants your attention constantly. He’s a clingy lover, the only thing he might be closed off about could be whenever he’s feeling down because he’s a bit proud, but he either looks completely fine on the surface if it’s something small or he’s very fucking dramatic about it, so you can tell he’s not ignoring you on purpose. He’s got this slightly attractive habit of telling you outright that he wants to do something together or he just wants you to be close to him;

“What do you mean you have to get up...? I want you by my side, babe...” “Come sit. Want you here while I beat these guys’ asses on this new videogame I bought.”

Adam doesn’t mind you being more on the quiet side, it just means he gets to talk more about whatever’s happening when he sees Sera and how boring it is, about how that one restaurant you guys recently went to sucks ass at making ribs compared to the one before that, about this new awesome idea he’s had for a song... well, let’s just say he’s got quite a few arguments both for you two and to bring out around friends or strangers if you feel uncomfortable coming up with one yourself. He also loves listening to your own rants about things that you love or you’ve learned about, especially when you’re in bed or on the couch in the evening: he will start out half asleep, but get more and more into it by the minute and have very dramatic reactions about whatever you’re talking about, and ask a ton of questions as he’s not the best at immediately retaining information.

One of Adam’s favorite hobbies is teasing you, especially about the fact that you’re bad at videogames and can’t handle gory movies. He plays every game on the max difficulty and he’s the literal leader of the Exorcists! Of course he doesn’t mind some fake gore on a screen. Though he’s super eager to help you with videogames and hug your side with his wing while you watch anything with gore in it, every single time. He’s smug at first, but will eventually pull you into his lap and just enjoy whatever you two are doing in the moment.

 Adam’s also pretty lazy on days where he doesn’t have anything planned...but sure, he will accompany you if you decide to visit a store, whatever kind it is. He’s not too enthusiastic when it comes to bookstores, he will look more at the random things they sell on the side than at the actual books, but he doesn’t mind thrifting and antique stores. At first he was a bit bored, but everything changed when one day the two of you managed to go back home with a black Fender Stratocaster 1979, what he considers one of the best and most unique pieces in his electric guitar collection. Of course, he’s not knowledgeable in the history of most objects that reside in antique stores...but he now gets your fascination towards them and he’s got something to look for as well!

Overall Adam enjoys how many things he gets to learn every day while in a relationship with you. He also considers you very intelligent, and won’t shy away from telling you horrible pickup lines that are related to either how smart you are or something you know a lot about... he mostly does it jokingly and expects a cute or funny reaction from you, but he does mean the words he says.

I kept this for last because I thought it would be sweet; Adam is scared of marriage, hell, he was scared of getting in a relationship with you in the first place because he was not used to receiving that kind of love and attention every day anymore. So it takes a while and multiple conversations to get to a point where he’s comfortable with this, and you have to be patient, but eventually he does realize that you’re in fact not itching to leave him for another man and that reassures him greatly. So one time when you bring it up again, instead of having a full-on conversation about it, he just listens to you and eventually grabs your hands and smiles at you, the sincerest smile you’ve probably ever seen on him, or on a man for that matter. He’s ready.

Adam sucks at keeping secrets and doing things discreetly, but he tries his damn best to organize the perfect proposal because you deserve him doing this as much as he deserves you loving him. The idea of doing it during one of his concerts crosses his mind, but he surprises himself by scrapping it in favour of something more intimate: you wake up puzzled one day, your shared bed lacking the presence of your anything-but-early-riser partner.

It doesn’t take you much to figure out where he is though; the smell of something burning and the sound of his voice cursing Hell and all of its Sinners  immediately guide you into the kitchen, where he’s clumsily trying to make you breakfast...that was...supposed to be in bed. You giggle from behind him, and clearly see his ears going red at the sound of your snickering.

“Ugh...whatever, never trying to be romantic again, fuck...”

You sit at the already set table and enjoy something you manage to bake together after  a bit though, and he does laugh at your jokes, but he’s also a bit quieter than usual...which makes you start to overthink. The voices in your head quiet down however when he gets up and offers to wash the dishes, something he’s always hated doing, and tells you to not worry your little head about anything; he knows that look on your face by now.

Once he’s done he joins you on the terrace of your penthouse, where you’re pondering his overly sweet behaviour. One hug from behind and he makes his presence known to you.

He mumbles something...that you can’t quite catch at first, against your shoulder. Once you ask him to repeat that it surprises you even more how cheesy he sounds, telling you that he loves you more than anything, and that you’re the first thing that has made him truly feel like he’s residing in Heaven. He goes on and on about how sweet, talented and understanding you are, always making him feel like he’s worth something. And of course, how stunning; it’s mainstream to only talk about your facial features though, he decides, and so he moves on to how beautifully tender your hands are when you’re holding him and such.

You’re worried about him, at this point; so you turn around to face him...

...and he gets down on one knee.

[weather-cluddy]

Man, today's question really reminded of how little interest Shidou seems to have in Amane as a person. He says he's frustrated that he doesn't have the time to "do something" about her, but even when she approached him, he didn't even try to reason with her or comfort her.

She tries to warn him that he's committing an unforgivable sin that will damn everybody, he's just like "Now, what could you be talking abooout? Anyways, just stop worrying about it and help me, okay?". And when she insists, his reply is "Ok, wow, you're so spoiled. Your parents must've been real soft on you until now, but that's not gonna fly with me, alright? I'm a responsible adult, I'm going to ignore you no matter how much of a brat you are"

He just dismissed Amane's very obvious mental breakdown as a mere temper tantrum, presuming that Amane doesn't truly care about anything she's espousing and that she's just trying to test boundaries. May I also point out how Shidou makes zero mention of Amane in his voice drama, either as a threat or as somebody who, like Fuuta and Mahiru, is in a precarious mental state?

And that casts a really different light on what "having the other adults deal with Amane" is supposed to mean. Is it really about making her more able to cope with the situation? Or just getting her out of the way? If it's about helping her, why does it matter so much that the adults do it?

Say, Muu and Haruka are in the best physical and mental shape out of everybody, and they have plenty of free time. Since Haruka says they're "sticking close" to Shidou, why doesn't he take a moment to suggest they should try to spend a little time with her, make her feel a bit better? Even if they can't convince her to change her mind, it'd at least useful to know in more detail what she's planning, right? After all, Shidou is willing to put his utmost ideal (dying to atone for his sins) on hold for the sake of the injured prisoners. Surely he must be very concerned about anything that could threaten their care, right?

Even if you take is as meaning "Well, the adults have the duty to care for the younger ones, so everyone under eighteen is exempt for responsibility", it's kind of really weird to put all the responsibility on three people having their own mental and physical breakdowns (Mahiru, Mikoto and Fuuta), one guy who said re:Amane that "we can't worry about that now" and "We'll just wait until the situation changes" last time Shidou spoke to him, and who's carrying the weight of being the only line of defense against Kotoko (Kazui) and one woman who's already taking mental care of Mahiru and also doesn't seem to want to have anything to do with anyone else (Yuno). Does a few years of age really give you that much more capability, such that it outweighs everything else going on?

So the fact that Shidou takes the trouble of specifying that an adult ought to help Amane really sounds like he's, at best, blinded by ideology. Only adults can help Amane because only adults are capable of taking meaningful action on anything, and only they have real ideological commitments that can beat a child's silly whims. At worst, Shidou is annoyed that Amane is threatening his worldview of "adults act, children obey", so he wants somebody to step in and bring her back into line. Of course, that person has to be an adult if they're to truly reinforce his perspective instead of opening a different kind of hole into it.

And this is hardly the first time he dismisses a child's thoughts on the basis of their age. In Molech, when Es tells him to treat them with respect as the warden, Shidou's answer is essentially "But we DO have a big age difference, so everything else is irrelevant. Let me pat your head to show how much I pity you, total stranger who's already annoyed at me for being condescending". At this point, either Shidou is being deliberately obnoxious or he's so thoroughly drunk his own kool-aid that it doesn't even register on the shallowest level when a kid tells him not to do something. Kids just go agoo-goo until they hit eighteen, yeah? No need to listen to their babbling.

And it's not just Shidou treating Es as both warden and child, he doesn't seem to have any respect for their ability to form their own opinion as a warden either. He literally goes "Hey, why go through the trouble of actually looking at evidence? Just take me at my word, way easier and faster". Even though by this point it's also obvious how much pride Es takes on being the guard and carrying out Milgram's mission, and that they don't necessarily trust Shidou. Again, either mockery or a frightful failure of basic pattern-recognition when the pattern doesn't match what Shidou expects from a child.

And to tie this back to Shidou's "my heart goes out to you" comment, sure, he's so concerned about any mental toll being the warden might take on Es… But he's still insisting on being murdered by them. Why? Surely Shidou of all people would know that murder can be hard on the killer. And if he wanted to die so badly, surely he can wait until Milgram is over and kill himself then, right? No need to make it Es' responsibility.

One of his last lines in the VD is "I feel sorry that you had to be given this role. And, I truly apologise for being so insistent about sentencing me to death as well… But, you’re perfect. You’ll give me the ending I’m most suited for." So apparently the thing is that being murdered by a child, specifically, would be very satisfying to Shidou, and Es' pain is secondary to that.

Kinda undermines all that talk about how tragic the situation is, doesn't it? In one of the app conversations, we see him being overwhelmed by sadness while grading Amane's homework, and he says "If everything about MILGRAM is true… why did a child like you have to become a murderer? Just imagining what sort of circumstances must have led to that, it makes me so sad…". But apparently his sadness isn't so strong that it'll stop him from setting up that sort of circumstances.

The only way this makes sense to me if it's he's subsumed Es' choices into his own so utterly that he can't imagine anybody, not even Es, could possibly hold them responsible if they did kill Shidou. It was simply suicide with Es acting as a tool for it, no more guilty than a bullet. I'm sure you can see how utterly dismissive this is of Es' autonomy.

TL;DR: I'm sure Shidou loves the idea of children, but so far he's been severely lacking in empathy for actual children when they deviate from his concept of how they ought to be or when their wellbeing comes in conflict with his ideals.

[most-sane-tsukasa-fan]

𝕱𝖚𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊

CW: OOC, Mentions of violence, Slight gore, Yandere themse, Half-demon!reader

Raised in a uptight superstitious village, [Name] is no stranger to being treated like an animal. They were feared and threatened by the villagers that they would get burned and stoned if they ever come back. No village accepts a half-blood like them, especially a blood that's cursed.

Name wonders in the middle of nowhere and beg for people to take them in ever since the day they were banished from their own home.

As the world have treated them in such an inhumane and merciless way, they thought they would do the same for the world, resorting in violence and theft just to get what they need, what they have been begging for... untill someone gave them the comfortable home they've been waiting for, a roof over their head that isn't something they gained from cutting off people's heads...

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Tsukasa, a fine young gentleman, the young lad took the half-blood to his own home where a big shrine sits beside it atop a mountain. He found them passed out in the middle of the forest one night and decided to take the poor soul into a comfortable place, despite sensing something dangerous about them.

He sets their unconscious body down carefully on a soft mattress, the room is quite big and offers more than enough comfort for the visitor. Tsukasa lights the lanterns on the walls of the room for light and to make the room warmer.

The sudden aroma of candles and unfamiliar scent of someone woke up [Name], out of instinct they jumped at Tsukasa to attack but Tsukasa was quick to dodge

"Ah-ah! That's not how you treat your host

We have not exchanged names yet this is how you're treating me!?"

The young man exclaimed as if he's scolding a dog, a few beads of sweat rolls down his chin as the demon he saved tried to attack him. After a second of recomposing himself, he clears his throat to start talking again.

"Ahem, my apologies, I have lost myself there

No matter, I am Tenma Tsukasa, one of the last surviving dragons out there and you shall treat me with respect!"

[Name] just looks at Tsukasa with a doubtful expression before snickering at him, thinking he is merely talking nonsense.

"Oh yeah? Do you know what I am, 'dragon'?"

[Name] says cockily, although Tsukasa only shook his head with a bewildered and curious expression.

They were about to boast it out although something stopped them... will Tsukasa still let them stay if they tell him what they are? Then again Tsukasa did say something stupid as telling them he's a so-called 'dragon' but... would it be good to tell him they're a half-demon?

"Then... you don't need to know"

[Name] dismisses, deciding not to say and see where this will go if he did not say, after all it could only cause trouble for him if he lets it out.

"Wait wha-"

"Lizard, I'm hungry"

[Name] cuts Tsukasa off before he could even speak to ask, earning a groan and an annoyed look from the boy at that nickname they gave him.

"Do not call me such a name!"

He exclaimed angrily but still went to the kitchen to serve some food for his guest. His sulky and comedically prideful attitude earns a chuckle from [Name], it's been a while they ever did even cracked a small smile on their lips.

A part of [Name] wanted to just leave Tsukasa, having second thoughts if they should trust him but... who are they going to trust? Who will be there with them?

Questions spiral around their head but it didn't take long for Tsukasa to come back with the leftover food.

"Here, the only food left are the ones people offer on the shrine

Go ahead, take your fill"

Tsukasa placed the bowl of what seems to be bread and diced fruits, it may not be much but [Name] hasn't had a proper food in weeks. They did not even hesitate to chow the bread down, it never tasted this good before but that's just the effect of having to eat on the wasted food on the ground.

Tsukasa's expression softens in sympathy, he pities them honestly. He watched as they enjoy each bite of a simple bread, snapping from his thoughts when he realized he forgot about their introduction.

"Right, what is your name?"

"... [Name]"

[Name] visibly hesitated at first, yet they felt comfortable enough now to mention their name while munching on the food, muffling them a bit as they speak.

"Hey, don't speak when your mouth is full"

Tsukasa softly scolds them, though he doesn't care much about it, after all he understands their hunger...

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Time has passed and [Name] has spent all of that with Tsukasa. Days turned into week, weeks turned into months, each waking second [Name] waits for the time when Tsukasa will either ask them out or just kick them out himself... yet he never did.

He encouraged them staying, he took care of them back to health. Tsukasa has served them food, gave them a roof over their head, their own space in his own home, even bathed them despite the two of them being flustered about it, though Tsukasa is the one that insisted cleaning [Name] as he does it more 'properly'.

The more time they spent with each other, the more [Name] realized... Tsukasa is all they ever wanted. Someone to trust, someone to be with... someone who they care for and someone who possibly care for them the same way.

Tsukasa has not been awful, he never was, his words are true but never hurts like the words [Name] is accustomed to... They wonder when can they be that truthful and tell Tsukasa about their half-blood.

They couldn't believe they would be thinking of Tsukasa this much... in all honesty Tsukasa has made them the happiest they've ever been in-

"Hey! Are you listening?"

[Name] was snapped out of their thoughts when Tsukasa dragged them back to reality with that loud voice of his. They blinked a couple of times before waking themselves back to awareness to answer

"Yeah yeah, what was that again Lizard?

"I told you not to call me that! *sigh* that's besides the point

I'll be leaving to town as I said, I need to get food for us"

[Name] nods and hums in acknowledgement and Tsukasa grabbed his empty bag that he'll put the groceries in. All of a sudden, [Name] had this guy feeling in them that kicked them, grabbing Tsukasa by the wrist.

Tsukasa only stared back at them confused.

"Uhm... come back early"

They said, it is the only thing they could think of to say. Tsukasa chuckled at that, feeling his ego boost a bit knowing [Name] is concerned for him.

"Awh, you miss me before I even leave

Don't worry, I'll come back to you as quick as possible!"

Tsukasa says, his tone a bit teasing and [Name] could only mutter a quiet and flustered "shut up". Tsukasa giggles, he was about to leave but stopped himself.

He hesitantly gave [Name] a faint kiss on their forehead before saying a hurried "good bye" and immediately left before [Name] could even react.

[Name] stood there just out of the front door... dumbfounded and caught off guard by Tsukasa's sudden boldness. They touched the part of their forehead that he kissed, their lips unconsciously tug up into a faint smile...

Unbeknownst to the two... someone isn't so far, watching them at the time...

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While Tsukasa is walking through the woods to get back home, the forest is already dark despite it not being so late in the night. No light seeps through the trees, not even one person on sight... or at least that's what Tsukasa thinks.

He walks and walks, he already knows the forest like the back of his hand and he's extra careful if there's any wild lives wandering around.

Tsukasa was focused on getting back home quickly to [Name] that he didn't feel the presence behind him

"One must not live, if they engage with a cursed blood..."

The strange person, a villager from [Name]'s old home, mutters as they ready their blade. The person puts the edge of the blade against Tsukasa's nape but they didn't even get to penetrate it through his neck when suddenly...

Tsukasa wasn't even nervous when he felt something as sharp as a sword put right against him, but he was surprised when that feeling of a blade is gone now. He turned to face what's behind him but... there's nothing.

A bit bewildered and annoyed, he just continues with his journey back home...

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It wasn't that long of a walk, he was so excited to see [Name] again that he ran up the mountain to the minka he and [Name] are living together in.

Expecting to see [Name] waiting for him eagerly there, he was instead greeted by... blood, lots of blood all over the floor, and that trail of blood leads to [Name] who is eating a whole human, tearing its flesh one by one.

As soon as the sliding doors opened, [Name] froze in place as they look up at Tsukasa in shock, they couldn't see his expression but only his silhouette as it is so dark. Their horns that they were hiding all this time are now out and even their black wings that looks like it was skinned.

They sat there, too afraid to defend themselves as they were caught red handed... what would happen now? would Tsukasa tell? would he abandon them? would he be scared?

"Tsukasa... it's not-"

"What are you?"

They were cut off by the boy, although it's understandable for him to ask that, he's oddly calm in this situation... they're almost hesitant to say.

"A... demon

But I didn't want you to know, I just did what I did since it tried to hurt you and-"

Tsukasa walks up to them, for some reason the closer he gets the more... unfamiliar his silhouette becomes. Once he was close enough to the point he's just in front of [Name], he kneels down at their level and cups their cheek, their faces are so close to each other that they could feel each other's hot breaths.

"Do you think I would tell you about what I am if I didn't know?"

[Name] was confused at first, until they put two and two together, realizing that Tsukasa never lied... all this time he thought Tsukasa was a normal young man, and there it is... they could see it now even in the dark, his horns and long dragon tail.

They couldn't move, absolutely enchanted and all their focus is how close they are right now with Tsukasa, completely forgetting and abandoning about the body he brought here for his meal.

They couldn't help but smile, their eyes so lovesick as they gaze at Tsukasa.

Tsukasa smirks at how entranced they seem, responding to their lovesick gaze by leaning in, both their lips meeting and locking in each other. Their mouths were soft, it's like a new experience for the two... it's romantically messed up.

But that's what love is right? It just drives them crazy, it makes the blood in your body heat up like it's fueling with flames♡

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A/N: Sorry it's kinda bad, I lost my writing skills 😭

[cartooncartoonpanic]

#006 Sins of the past

You approached Princess Morbucks and her friends...friends probably isn't the right term considering she was yelling at the boy and didn't seem to know the girl. It was entirely possible that they had only met today. Of course you did wonder how such a passionate argument could have broken out between strangers.

"You should know exactly how serious I am about this, Dexter. There's a huge vaccum in the market for villains right now since Mojo disappeared, and since I'm so generous I'll even fund your evil schemes." As always, Princess is pretentious and demanding. No surprises there. You do listen closely though, since you want to know exactly where Mojo might have disappeared to. It's possible that Blossom didn't tell you the entire truth

"I've already told you. I don't do that anymore. I broke off our contract for a reason" The guy in the lab coat, supposedly named Dexter, now speaks. He speaks in a thick accent though you can still tell he's upset. He has curly red hair and wears headphones though you can't tell if they're playing any music

Princess: "Didn't you used to be in a rivalry with Mandark? He's the top ranking right now?"

Dexter: "That's not my problem anymore"

Princess: "So you're just letting him be better than you?"

Dexter: "I already hurt someone important to me once, I don't want to risk it again"

Princess: "What, is this all because you fell in love with a Powerpuff girl?"

Dexter: "It's more-"

Princess: " I saw Blossom here and she hasn't said a word to you, so clearly she doesn't feel the same~"

Dexter: "That's not-wait, isn't that the reason you quit too?"

Princess: "Literally shut up right now"

Dexter: "Because I recall reading a tabloid magazine about how Bubbles left you because you che-"

Princess: "ENOUGH!"

All 3 of you were silent and just stared at her until you spoke.

"Wait, who's Mandark again?" The black haired girl looks like she's about to say answer you but then changes her mind. Princess speaks instead because of her need to dominate any given conversation.

"Oh...you're here. Greeeeeeeat". Of course she doesn't like you. Your last interaction ended with you and your brothers refusing to let her join you. But you were also like, 5. She still seemed petty though.

"Of course you wouldn't know someone that famous. Is it because you were never a real villain? But anyway he's like...mad scientist guy. Reads a lot of nerd shit but actually makes it kind of cool. It's called like...cloud rock or whatever"

"It's called steampunk...For someone acting like she's the grand authority of villainy, you really need to do more research. Anyway I saw him here earlier. He has like black hair, and some stupid cape"

"Oh uh-" You remember that description exactly fits the guy who you just punched. Thinking about it further, a future supervillain interning on whatever weird project had them kidnapped made a lot of sense.

"I may have taken him out...Didn't kill him but uhhh" You showed your now stained gloves, expecting a freakout but they seemed almost uncomfortably calm. The black haired girl looked as if she wanted to say something but realized she probably shouldn't. The guy in the lab coat seemed to smirk a bit. Princess, as always, looked annoyed.

"So...if whatever villain contract you were talking about is open, you should probably be offering it to me, if anyone" You weren't sure if it was something you actually wanted...but job security sounds nice. Even with someone as annoying as her.

"Yeah that's...never gonna happen. If a hero just wants to rely on physical strength and powers that's one thing. But villains have to be smarter. And you...I don't think you have that. Sure, your dad was a real villain. Regardless of my personal feelings I can't deny Mojo's impact. But you and your brothers...you were just a scheme. A means to take down the Powerpuff girls. And that's all you'll EVER be"

Rage flashes through you again but unlike last time you hold back, though your gaze is terrifying. She knows enough about you to know that you can shoot lasers out of your eyes.

[1975wasmyyear]

✦ Blank Space 、Kirk Hammett .

Warnings ⋮ Angst, crazy y/n, cheating, fighting, untrustworthy kirk, insecurities, they're both 22 here.

A/N ⋮ WHAT THE FUCK I'M ACTUALLY POSTING WHAT THE FUCK. sorry if this sucks and very short, I tried.

Y/n's sentimental life was going for the worst and everyone around her could see it: Kirk's fame was getting into his personal life, leaving her behind and always looking at other women, it was making Yn go insane from anger. Usually if something was wrong they would always talk about it and find a way to fix it, a way to resolve anything and apologize to each other for even letting it happen but this time nothing could be fixed; Kirk wasn't even paying attention to her during her anniversary date, and she wasn't having it at all.

She, somehow, always managed to get with the most terrible guys ever and get hurt, but she never expected Kirk to turn that way too. Her childhood friend who always promised to not become like her ex-lovers actually did, she felt disappointed. Disappointed in herself for not being enough, for not being too pretty or skinny for him, and disappointed in him for not keeping his promise. Her fingers playing with her gorgeous hair and lost in thought, thought of what she should do, confronting him right there or wait for the evening where they would be alone and not in a park in front of strangers who would call her insane. Her eyes gazing at the sky while her head rested on tablecloth they chose together for the picnic, a sigh came out of her cherry red lips, the lips Kirk used to love for three good years of dating her. She didn't know what to do what to do, but she had enough of Kirk not caring about her at all.

” So you're just gonna keep texting other women on our anniversary date? Seriously?! ” her words were sharp, she wanted Kirk's attention, she wanted him to remind her how much she loved her and wasn't seeing other women...But it wasn't going to happen. Her anger towards him could be felt in the air and slowly got to Kirk too, who just rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner.

” What other women? What the hell are you talking about? ” was his answer, he didn't even want to argue with her. She could feel how tired he was of her being so clingy to her, of her not trusting him, of her being crazy and paranoid. His words got her feeling an unfamiliar feeling inside... Almost like a knife deep in the stomach, a feeling of anger united to sadness, she would have never expected him to play dumb.

” Don't you dare to play dumb! You know exactly what I'm talking about. ” people turned to look at them, to enjoy their little scene, and Kirk couldn't help but feel humiliated. Humiliated for being with someone as crazy as her who didn't even care about shouting in front of a whole park of strangers. ” You think I don't see the way you look at other women during your stupid shows and the way you smile at your phone?! ”

” You're overreacting, calm down. ” her fingers instinctively wrapped around his phone, taking it away from him and throwing it on the ground. The cracking sound filled her ears as the tears started to run down her pale cheeks, the mascara slowly melting.

” You're a lying traitor, Kirk! That's all you'll ever be in your life! ” it was such an amusing scene to see that people started recording it, recording how her hair would cover her eyes everytime she shouted at him, recording how he felt embarrassed by her doing a scene in front of everyone and how annoyed he was. ” You promised you wouldn't turn like my other ex-lovers but you were just lying, now tell me who is she?! Who is the woman you're cheating on me with?! ”

” Y/n, are you done? You're just embarrassing yourself by showing how crazy you are! ”

” Me...? Me crazy? I'M CRAZY?! Just wait until I find out who you're cheating on me with, Kirk Hammett, just then I'll give you a reason to call me crazy! ” she had enough of him pretending he didn't do anything, so he left her no choice but to leave him there. Her heels were making the loudest noises at the park while running her, if he wanted to say she was crazy, she was going to give him a real reason to call her like that.

This was just the start of everything.

A/N ⋮ what in the motherfuckin hell is this shit...🤓

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 5 - Unbent. Unbowed. Unbroken.

They crossed the Arabian Sea at Karachi to arrive at the United Arab Emirates where they bought a luxury car, only to trade it for a few camels, to traverse the deserts of Saudi Arabia; Camels were such stubborn and proud creatures - For Joseph, at least - Who pretended to be a master, only to get his face spit on. He tried, and tried to bribe the camel with apples so it would sit down and allow him to mount - At least now Kisara understands why Jotaro was genuinely confused how his grandpa survived all this time without grandma Suzie. He was pretty pathetic. Was it too late yet to pretend they're not related?

It would take about a day and a half through the desert to reach this village from where they can take a Cessna to get to this Yarpline - The problem is, Joseph himself suggested to drive the plane, which seemed to make both Kakyoin and Jotaro shudder, as if they were having war flashbacks. "Riding a plane driven by a man who's been in three plane crashes? Yes, wonderful idea." Kisara, hearing Jotaro's comment, gasped in shock and looked between the two boys in disbelief. Mr. Joestar could only glare harshly at his grandson for doubting his abilities and luck.

"I can't shake this feeling of being watched." Noriaki kept looking backwards past his shoulder. "Me too." Jotaro found himself grumbling also. "Sure it ain't just the camel-riding? I've got a weird feeling in my stomach, like I'm about to barf, from all this left and right." Jean-Pierre whined. "I think I'm already hypnotized by this point." Kisara kept her eyes closed, trying to gain some stability over her senses.

It was already evening and the Sun was beginning to set. It was, just about, the best time to breathe in the desert, for it wasn't too hot as during the day, but not too chilly as at it during the night. "We should get ready to make camp soon. It's dangerous to travel through the desert at night." Mr. Joestar informed, as the others agreed. "Jotaro, take this. Scout the area ahead." Jotaro grabbed the binoculars, having Star look through them. "There's something up ahead, kinda like an oasis or something." JoJo declared. "But there's some guy there already." "Think he might be an enemy?" Nori asked, a little concerned. "Doubt an enemy would just be waiting for us so casually at an oasis." Polnareff reassured the red head.

With a little reticence, the party arrived at the oasis where this man was chilling at the base of a palm tree, reading a book. He seemed to be unbothered by the arrival of so many people at once, until they towered over him, eclipsing the Sun lighting up the pages of his book; How can he read now?

"Oi, bastard, can't you see I'm reading?" the man glared up at Jotaro who was right in front of him. "Sorry, sorry, we don't want to bother you." Joseph pushed his grandson lightly to the side. "We're travelers also. We want to make camp here." "That won't do." the man growled, as if he owned the place. "Huh?" Polnareff slurred in surprise. "Who are you to tell us not to camp here? Is it YOUR oasis? Do ya have ownership? Show us the contract, then!" "I got here first." the man snapped his book close, gritting his teeth with anger. "That's it. I've decided. I don't like you." The party members were looking down at the man with such immeasurable confusion; What was this weirdo on about, anyway? They couldn't understand why he was behaving so weirdly, nor why he was being so aggressive with them, unprovoked. Jotaro got annoyed, grabbing the stranger by the front of his shirt. "Hey, you arrogant prick, who do you think you are?" but the boy was met not with an answer, but with his hands getting spiked to hell, as a metal-like armor appeared where once was a simple, cotton shirt. "I am Judgement." behind him, a large, monstrous-looking Stand materialized, before merging with his user. "I am the one who passes the sentence." he declared with a booming voice, dark and ominous. "The sentence is Death." at inhuman speed, something happened that resulted in Jotaro's shoulder being impaled, yet the weapon wasn't stuck in his flesh, but it was flying away as if remote-controlled. "What the hell-" the boy spat, his eyes carefully keeping up with the spear dancing in the air. "I'll catch it!" Noriaki used Hierophant Green to elastify around the air, but even when he managed to grab the handle, he couldn't stop the damn weapon; It was too fast and strong, even for him. "Damn it." he cursed as the weapon sliced at his thighs, making him bleed. "Let me try to deflect it!" but even Silver Chariot, with his armor shed and fantastic speed, could do much about the weapon; It parried and redirect the attacks at most, but the weapon wasn't the Stand, and no matter how much you hit at it or even scraped it, nothing was done to the user. "Hey, jackass, chill out, will ya?" Jotaro used Star to punch at the User, but it looked as though he was untouchable; Was his Stand actually similar to Kisara's, and he could produce an impenetrable defense? "Guys." the girl called out calmly. "Stand back and let me deal with this." "Hey, Kisara, don't get cocky! If these guys together can't deal with him -- He's a dangerous jerk." but the old man was cut off by his grandson. "Leave her be." Jotaro gathered them four backwards. "She's a smart cookie. If she says she can handle it, she can." "You've got street smarts, JoJo. I trust you'll find some shrewd plan to defeat this guy." Kisara flicked the hat off and dug her hands in her pants pockets, getting in a lazy pose in front of the enemy. "A'ight. I ain't gonna attack you. Let's just chill a little, yeah?" she sent off Marilyn to shield the party while she has fun. But the man glared more at her. "Who do you think you are, patronising me?" he growled, stomping forward. "You think some half-pint like you can defeat me? Huh?! Look at you! You have no muscles on your body; Like hell can you fight me!" Judgement thrusted his hands in front of him, in an attempt to grab the girl, only to be surprised at seeing the sky after Kisara slammed him onto the ground; 

"Wh-Whoa...! What the hell, that was so cool! How did she do that?!" Polnareff gasped, seeing the girl non-chalantly returning into her passive pose. "Y-You... You stupid little bitch..." the man growled, the aura getting bigger around him. "You are the first I will sentence to Death!" he lunged forward, only for the girl to turn her body just a little, redirecting him with her cleavage bone. 

The more Kisara threw him around with the most minimalistic moves, the angrier he got; From the way she tripped him with such ease, how she side-stepped each of his attempts at hitting her, how she redirected all of his lunges, how she disturbed the flow of the pace he initiated - Now Jotaro could see better why she loved Aiki so much - Master Shioda would be proud of a student like her who defends herself with such ease, with a smile on her face, without as much as breaking a sweat.

It dawned on him though - Where was the weapon anyway? He looked around, but he couldn't find it. Could it be that --- "Gah!" everyone looked at Kakyoin who fell to the ground, cradling his damaged abdomen; The weapon somehow managed to pierce Marilyn's unbreakable shield, grazing at her brother's side.  "...Nori?" Kisara's body froze on the spot, and it started to tremble; Her eyes were wide and aimless, unfocused, unable to even stare at her brother. Was she lost in her own mind? Was she blaming herself for her brother getting injured? "I-I'm fine! Look out!" but much to Kakyoin's shock, his sister simply titled her head out of the trajectory of the spear. "That's fine. I figured out what's with this guy anyway." her voice was low and eerie. "How annoying." the vibrato of her tone showed how close she was to losing her composure. Her self-designated role was to protect the group, especially her brother - If she couldn't even do as much, what the hell was she good for, anyway? Why was she still there?

Worthless. Worthless. Worthless.

As if to voice her own succumbing into madness, the enemy also yelled the same thing at her. "You are a worthless little girl!" she said nothing. Whenever she was drowning in self-hatred like that, she would remain as silent as a lake. She just wanted to hide herself for the rest of eternity; So far away into her own isolation that nobody would know she ever existed. "Then what does it make you?" she stood straight up, her eyes boring into the enemy's. "You are a prisoner of your own insecurities and frustrations. Your Stand gets stronger the more you hate something - You Judge people. The more you hate someone, the stronger your weapon, the stronger your defense. No regular Stand can shatter my defenses." "So what if you know my Stand's power? I'm so pissed off, there's no way all of you put together can defeat me!" he smirked down at her. "So? Whadya wanna do?" "I don't want to defeat you. Not anymore." his shock, at her sudden words, made him drop down in armor a little. "I get it. Sometimes you get so angry that you just want to kill everyone around you. Sometimes, all you want is some peace and quiet - Alone. Right?" Kisara's voice turned milder, more sympathetic. What was she trying to do, they had no idea, but at least they could see the way some spikes were disappearing from his armor, and the strong darkness of his aura was subsiding. "But, you know - The truth is, in these moments... It is people that we need the most." "What the hell are you babbling about?! I don't need people! People suck! People are the reason I'm so angry all the time! They don't give a fuck about anyone but themselves - So why should I give a fuck about them?!" ah, of course, now it made sense. A powerful Stand for a hopeless man.  "That's right. There is nothing that encouraged you to care for others. I get it." Kisara nodded her head, smiling. "But have you thought that, perhaps, all you needed was a hug, a shoulder to cry on, and someone with whom you can talk to?"

Maybe it was the tenderness in her voice, or the audacity of her words, that his armor shed completely. Judgement was just about powerless, clinging like a backpack onto his Master, who was flabbergast and speechless as Kisara wrapped her arms around the man, hugging him tightly. "Isn't this much better? Has your soul lightened a little?" he was trembling with emotion, looking down at the girl, stupefied. "... I suppose." 

The man grabbed onto the girl tightly, almost pained at the way his fingers were digging into her flesh, his eyes shedding rivers of tears and ugly sobbing, so loudly; Kisara was completely trapped and uncomfortable. Well, at least the enemy was defeated, so it's fine. When he let's go, eventually, she is going to reach for her sword and kill him; It take a single strike, nothing more. Marilyn, also, whispered the plan into the group's ears so they wouldn't worry or ruin the plan and anger Judgement again;

Alas, a broken man is forever imprevisible, and instead of having an opening to kill him, Kisara was stuck into the embrace of death, tied to the man through his own weapon. "KISARA!" she heard her brother wail out, watching the image before him; It almost looked like a renaissance sculpture, grotesque, tragic, yet a true piece of art; A man shattered by the world, and his saviour, breaking herself apart for him; Two people on the verge of dying, connected through an embrace and a spear.

"I used to hate the world, and I was happy when everyone died; When I killed them. All of them." the enemy's grin was wide, fanatic looking even. "But I was wrong - So, so wrong. I find one person worth saving; You, little girl. Kisara. What a pretty name." her limbs let go of him, and fell limp. The agony she was experiencing was excruciating, she was sure she was going to die. It hurt like hell. "By killing you, I'm saving you. I'm saving us. In the afterlife, we will be protected - Thus is our Judgement! We became martyrs on Earth, to be worshipped in Heaven." Kisara couldn't even hear what he was saying, her brain was going hay-wire, running a hundred thousand miles per second; This hyperexcitation and hemorrhage were going to drive her into hypovolemic shock or something. She had to end it all. She had to win.

The Crusaders only watched as the enemy's head rolled to the ground, but his body remained standing. "Forgive me, Marilyn." Kisara coughed some blood, removing the weapon and pushing the enemy to the ground. "I never meant to taint you like this." "Idiot." Marilyn offered the sword back to her user, who impaled it into the ground, propping herself with it. "Didn't expect that too happen." she smiled bitterly, her face drenched in blood. "Fanatics truly are terrifying." "Shut up." her Stand's harsh comment only made the girl chuckle, feeling her hand gently placed over the hole in her stomach, glowing beautifully in an attempt at healing her.

"Star..." Marilyn looked at Jotaro's Stand, with eyes that closely resembled distress; What could it be? What could a Stand be worried about? They were soon to find out, when Marilyn's silhouette began to dissipate slowly. "Ora!" Star rushed to embrace her, but his arms went through thin air. Instead, his hands gingerly touched Kisara's face, raising it up - She was smiling, despite having fallen unconscious. "Ora! Ora!" understanding his worries, Jotaro caught the girl's body just as it began to lose force, falling. He cradled her in his arms, his hand applying pressure on the wound; He couldn't stand the idea of getting soaked in her blood. It wasn't fair. She protected them, so why must she end up like this? Why must she go out of her way to get in the way of the bullet, as if she's obligated to do that? He gets it, she's obsessed with protecting her brother, that's what family does - He and gramps are in this quest to save Holly, putting their life on the line - But she has nothing to do with any of this. She doesn't have to go so hard all the time.

If only she'd let him protect her, for fucking once, maybe he wouldn't have to fear her dying in his arms because Marilyn isn't out to heal her. He wouldn't have to see that damn dumb smile of hers - What is she, a dumbass, smiling when she's almost dead? Damn it, he's so pissed off. He can't even imagine what Kakyoin is feeling right now, seeing his dead sister in such a state, all because his own injury was a catalyst for destruction. "Ora!" he could hear Star trying to talk to her - To Marilyn - Encouraging her to wake up, to save her Master. To come back to him. Star was just as worried as he was.

Though also concerned for Kisara, Mr. Joestar and Polnareff left the other two alone, and made camp at the oasis, lighting up a camp fire and cooking something; When she'd wake up, she'd need to stay warm and eat something. It gets really cold in the desert, after all.  Jotaro was so afraid of seeing someone dear to him die in his arms, that he couldn't even look at her beautifully serene visage - He loved it when she smiled, but not like this. Kakyoin had shed tears of worry, and he was even shaking a little. Holding her hand, caressing her hair, speaking to her random non-sense that was barely coherent.

"You always did like sleeping a little too much, didn't you? You're so tired all the time, no matter how many hours you sleep." he would say. "Remember that time when you convinced me to audition for Romeo & Juliet? We were the best actors, and we were cast as the lovers. It was hilarious, wasn't it? When the teacher realised we were siblings, she lost it." came another story. "I heard Metallica is going to release a new album soon. I know you love them - JoJo does too. We can go together to their concern. Maybe it'll be in Italy. I know how much you love Italy. Quite the romantic country, isn't it?" the poor boy sighed, almost as if he was losing hope. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty, wake up already." "Kiss." came Marilyn's weak voice, as she materialized before them. Her lovely light caressed Kisara's wounds as she placed her palms over Jotaro's, still pressed over her belly.  "Kiss?" Kakyoin was a little bewildered by the random word, but Jotaro chuckled. It wasn't something either of them expected, but if Marilyn could be cheeky enough to ask for a Sleeping Beauty waking kiss, then it means she was fine enough to properly heal her user. "Ora!" Star exclaimed happily, his arms around her feminine Stand, placing a kiss on her cheek. If Stands could blush, both of them would be bright pink instead. "Yare Yare... You're getting naughty." Jotaro tipped the brim of his hat, clearing his throat in embarrassment; Did he really have to do that in front of his crush's brother, who so happens to be his friend? "Kiss...?" this time, it wasn't Marilyn's voice, cheekily requesting for an incentive to get up - It was the victim herself. "No kiss for me?"

But Kisara got pulled into a strong embrace by her brother, who didn't want to let go of her ever again; He was so worried, she could feel the trembling of his sobbing and distress. "Never do that to me ever again. I was worried out of my mind." he cried in the crook of her neck, holding her like the precious doll she was. "I thought I lost you forever." "Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken - The Devil never dies, silly boy." she chuckled, hugging him back. "I am your older sister. I'm never going to leave you alone, whether you like it or not. That's what older sister do, right?" "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Jotaro watched the two siblings being so vulnerable and sincere with one another; He couldn't imagine crying in front of someone else the same Noriaki is expressing his fright and worry to his sister. When he saw the state his mother was in, he was petrified; He was so angry, so stunned, that he couldn't even process what happened. Did he want to cry? Did he want a hug? He had no clue. Though, in a way, he didn't think that sibling embrace looked all that bad. Besides, he did do the impossible and actually embraced Kisara that night. It felt like the most natural thing in a world - Perhaps he should do it more often. Maybe he will actually be brave enough to shed the tears of his emotions. His chest often hurts, especially at night when he's thinking about his mum and how awful she must be feeling. She might be in the care of the best doctors from the Speedwagon Foundation, but that doesn't mean her tortured existence would end; This torment will only end, with the death of Dio.

"Hey, sleepy-head! Just in time for dinner!" Polnareff's cheerful voice called out to them.  "Great, I'm starving." Kisara got a little help to get up and gather around the camp fire where she was given a bowl of food. "Oh, hey, this is really good. Who's the chef?" "I am, of course!" Polnareff grinned ear to ear. "It might not compare to French Cuisine, for all Frenchmen know how to make people happy with their food!" "Well, you did a fantastic job." they ate well, with Polnareff and Kisara speaking about silly things, all of them unrelated. "You seem awfully cheerful for someone who almost died. Are all Japanese folk like that?" he asked, making the girl look with confusion. "Almost died? What do you mean?" she chuckled lightly. "I just fell asleep, didn't I?" the atmosphere tensed a little - Did she not remember what happened?  "Weird spot to fall asleep, don't you think?" Jotaro called out, eyeing her carefully. "With people crying over you like it's your funeral?" "Well, I suppose it's weird that I fell asleep without remembering, and so far away from the fire." she nodded, pensive. "And... Nori, did you cry? I didn't realise. Why did you cry?" the look on her brother's face was alike a confused puppy. "You don't even remember killing the enemy stand user?" Jotaro wasn't believing a word she was saying. "We got attacked?! When?!" she exclaimed, looking around aimlessly. "I see no one." "Jotaro, that's enough. If she doesn't remember, it's no big deal. Just let her heal in peace." Joseph warned his grandson, who just scoffed and looked away.  "Just leave it be, Jotaro. Let's just enjoy the good food, yeah?" frenchie also chimed in. "Yeah. It's fine, really. I'm just happy Kisara is fine." Noriaki, too, smiled tenderly, his arm wrapped around his sister, as she relaxed with her head on his shoulder, until they got drowsy and all went to sleep.

The next day, the last bit of their journey towards the village was happily uneventful, and they even properly got used to riding a camel; Though, they wouldn't want to try that again, any time soon, and especially not at longer roads. Thankfully, they arrived soon at their destination, and even found a cozy little house to rent for the night, before embarking the Cessna. Kisara roomed with her brother and Jotaro with his grandpa and frenchie. 

When Kisara was sure Noriaki fell asleep, she sneaked out of her room, and outside, into the garden. Though she was wearing only her cute light pink negligee underwear, she wasn't feeling cold - In fact, the chilly breeze of the night always made her feel calm and happy. Leaning back on the fence, she fiddled with her bamboo flute, a memento she was offered as a gift during a solo-trip in China with her Aiki master; She learn how to dance from those lovely ladies, and how to play the flute and zither. She never felt as alive as when she was having fun, letting loose.

"Thought we agreed it's not safe to go out alone." Kisara stopped playing her tune, and she smiled. Was it fate that always brought them together? Did destiny wanted them united? "I looked up at the skies. The Stars told me you would go out to seek some peace of mind. I thought I would aid with that." Jotaro scoffed in amusement, averting his gaze from the girl and the way she was dressed; Those shorts, brimmed with lace and ribbons, reached mid-thigh, and that cute tank top, just loose enough to be comfortable, highlighted her feminine silhouette gracefully; And that overcoat looked so sheer, it only added more charm to the outfit. Wasn't she cold, though? "Why did you lie to Kakyoin?" he asked, daring to step in front of her and get a proper look. "I knew I could never fool you. What gave me away?" she chuckled lightly.

"Everything." he gruffed, waiting for a proper answer. "I did it to escape a good nagging." she grinned playfully. "Nori took after mum more than I did." she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "I heard his distress; I wasn't fully unconscious, I could hear your words. I may be a woman, but I'm still just turning 18 soon, y'know? People our age hate scolding."  "I wouldn't know. Nobody ever scolded me." Jotaro shrugged his shoulders, shifting on his feet. "Do you want me to scold you, then?" the girl hummed teasingly. "Hell no." his vehement reply only served to make her laugh. "You play... Nice." "Thank you." the two looked down for a little while, unsure of what to say; Once again, they both were at a loss.

Kisara was the one to break the ice last time - Now, it was his turn. JoJo took off his coat and laid it on the ground, gesturing to the girl to sit down next to him, which she did; With her back straight and her legs tucked neatly underneath her, Jotaro gazed at the girl glowing with the silver light of the moon, looking like a Goddess playing a most melancholic melody. It sounded so beautiful, yet the sorrow was vibrating with each note reverbing through the air. He couldn't keep his eyes away from her, and he didn't know why. Was it her beauty? The way her hair gently swayed with the occasional breeze? Or the single diamond caressing her porcelain cheek as she plays away her sadness? Was Kisara sad, or did she just felt alive through the most heart-shattering pieces of art.

Slowly removing the flute, she leaned her head up, and she looked up at the starry black sky; Her eyes were wet like that of a doe, yet her smile was wide and very much alive. "Why is it that we find the most beauty in sorrow? Why do we feel alive through tragedy?" she found herself speaking, though she didn't expect an answer. "I've never heard such a bizarre concept." Jotaro huffed plainly. "Did you realise all of our stories, our paintings, our songs - They all hold a depressing undertone, one way or another." he gruffed a negative answer.  "What's the song you played?" the boy asked, taking the flute in his hand and fiddling idly with it. He admired its craftsmanship, how flawlessly carved it was, the feeling of polished bamboo in his hand, how perfect the black dye was, and even the lovely jade pendant dangling from its side, attached with a red tassel - It almost looked like Kisara - A priceless treasure. "It is called 'Autumn Moon over Han Palace'. It is a piece I learnt in China." she explained; And oh how ecstatic she looked, speaking of that memory. "It speaks the sorrow of heart-broken women, neglected and forgotten by their husbands, in detriment of younger, more beautiful ladies." "Why would you play such a sad song, then?" and why would she feel sad over the sad experience of others, anyway? "Through art, the collective feelings of all people experiencing the same emotions is being channeled at the time of performing. It is as though all of them are living vicariously through you; They guide you with their sorrow, in hopes of experiencing bliss for the first time. It doesn't matter that they've been dead for hundreds of years - They are still out there, dancing with the stars - And they watch over us, nurturing ourselves and learning from their experiences. I think... That this emotion... It is what it means to be happy. To feel your heart bursting at the seams with a myriad of powerful feelings, so much so that you need to express them with the world." she tilted her head a little, to look into the boy's unique aquamarine gems. "I think - Shedding tears of happiness; Tears generated by the raw emotions one feels from the beauty of art, the beauty of humanity and the endless spectrum of feeling... I think this is why we are alive for."

Jotaro was truly shocked, hearing a woman hell-bent on logic and ration speak with such mellow words, or even have such a tender look on life and all the depressing things that happen. It wasn't a bad outlook on life, per se, but it wasn't one easily achievable, he thought. In truth, he doesn't think he's ever experienced anything of the magnitude she tried to explain - He always felt a special tingling whenever he heard his dad play the sax for mum, especially on her birthday - But he never felt anything as intense as to cause him to cry - Although, her song got very close to such an achievement. Maybe the circumstances and environment also had some kind of influence, one way or another.

"Did you stay long in China? You play well." it was Kisara who asked him to speak about himself previously, to be vulnerable and genuine with who he is. It was only fair he showed interest in her also, correct? "About three months." the girl got in a more comfortable position. "My went with my Aiki Master to study in the mountains of China and stay around some Buddhist temples; But after a while, the head-monk was to do a ritual at the Imperial Palace in the Forbidden City, so we tagged along. Around that time, there was also some kind of festival, and there were a ton of beautiful ladies displaying their art." she hummed light-heartedly. "I ended up living in a Green Mansion and letting the ladies there teach me everything they could about their skills and craft." "... What's a Green Mansion?" the boy muttered under his breath, only to see a playful, almost childish grin on her face.  "... A high-end pleasure house." the look on his face made her unable to stop laughing. "Don't tell my brother though. He'd destroy me with his nagging." "You're crazy." even he couldn't help but scoff from the ridiculous thing she just said. "It's really not that deep. It's a pleasure house, not a brothel. Client pay a ton of money and have to compete with each other, just to have the privilege of being in the same room as the lady; And even when they are, they usually play chess, or recite poetry, or play some instrument. It hardly ever gets any further than that. That's why it's called 'Green Mansion' and not brothel or anything like that. Learning from those ladies has been a great privilege." with a rather shameless non-chalance, Kisara displayed a sultry undulating of her body, shifting closer to the boy, only to surprise him by letting herself fall with her head on his lap, mimicking what she previously urged him to do. "Hm. How comfy! I rather like this."  "Yare Yare..." Jotaro shook his head, yet that lovely smile of his wasn't left unseen; Mimicking her previous action, he placed his hand over her hair, a little reticent at first, before daring to play with her hair. It was so soft, just like cashmere, and he found himself lost in the sensation. "Will you sing for me, JoJo?" Jotaro looked weirdly at the girl, but somehow, no negative or affirmative reply was let out; Instead, he kept thinking of the songs that his dad wrote; He may be a sax-player, but his voice ain't that bad either, and the lyrics he writes have always been romantic and happy. All love songs he wrote, were dedicated to his mum.

This one, however, his mum told him was written for him, on the day of his birth; His dad was so overwhelmed with emotions, that he cried and grabbed the pen, writing a whole song in a matter of hours. By the time baby Jotaro was brought home, Sadao had already finished polishing the song. The first time he cradled his son in his arms, he cried of pure glee, and sang this melody for him. All for him. Though, now thinking at the lyrics, it's almost a hilarious coincidence to his Stand' A shining star, huh?

You fill my life, my joy I toast to all the things you are My bright and shining star I bless the day that you were born And swear to carry on A Celebration night and day Saluting love and loves always

If only they could stand there forever, without time passing by them, without any kind of worry to hinder them; Just Jotaro and Kisara under the vast starry sky, with him playing absent-mindedly with her long her, and humming whatever melody he thinks of; and her, so relaxed, like a spoiled little kitten, comfortably laying in his lap like that. Just JoJo and Kisa.

"Nori! Hey, Nori, wake up! You're having a nightmare!" Kisara sat on the boy's head, shaking him eagerly; He was sweating buckets, even though his sleeping shirt was half-unbuttoned and his blanket was only half-way covering him.  Finally, after a lot of effort, Kakyoin finally shot awake, hollering to hell and back with sheer horror. "Wh-What? What's going on?" "You were having a nightmare." the girl used a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat before cupping his cheeks dearly, making him look at her, focus on her and not on his fear. "It's okay. You're safe now. You're with me. You're safe with me, Nori." the boy let out a breath of relief, weakly throwing his arms around her. 

"Where are we? What happened?" he asked, almost afraid to let go. "Don't worry, we are safe at this hotel. We are leaving on the Cessna after we finish breakfast." the girl kissed his forehead. "Can you handle it? Do you need a little more time to calm down?" she was always like this when something happened to him; She'd go overprotective and motherly. It was really quite endearing. He truly felt safe when around her - Though it should be the other way around, since he was the man.  "It was a terrifying nightmare." he sighed deeply. "But... I don't remember anything. I've forgotten it all - But it was petrifying. It was thanks to you that I woke up." "Do you want to sleep together tonight?" right, she'd always crawl in bed next to him when he was sad, crying or having a nightmare. "Just like old times." he rose his hand to place over her own, only to notice some dripping blood from his palm. "Did you get injured in your sleep?" the girl kissed his hand, quickly healing his injury. "I... Didn't even realise." he really looked disturbed by all that happened. "You can rest in the Cessna. Get dressed. I'll wait for you in the dining room, okay? I'll make you a sandwich. I heard they have a nice cheery and apricot fresh." with a kiss on his forehead, Kisara left the room, leaving the boy to his privacy to change from his sleeping wear, back in his green school uniform. 

After a good breakfast, they left the Hotel Yarpling, heading towards the Cessna; The others were already at the aircraft - Supposedly, they'll be traveling for five hundred kilometers for the day... Or something. As soon as they left the hotel however, they saw a little boy who shrieked in horror, pointing towards the mutilated cadaver of his dead dog. Kisara couldn't even look at that - Who could possibly be so cruel as to harm a dog?! Sick bastard! Neither of them could handle the sight, so they hurried the hell outta there. That wasn't a good way to start the morning. 

By the time they arrived at the Cessna, a misunderstanding happened between Mr. Joestar and the aircraft owner, who needed to bring this baby to a doctor. In the end, they made a compromise - The only way to benefit from the aircraft was to bring the baby with them, and leave it to the medic on their way. What an insane concept. "Let us all have a collective prayer and hope that Mr. Joestar won't crash the plane." Kisara chuckled, earning a glare from the old man. "A fourth time." Jotaro chimed in with the taunting.  "What's there to worry about, you guys? No one would send their Stand after us while we're in the air. We even checked to make sure the plane itself isn't a Stand! It definitely is not!" Polnareff spoke as carefree as usual. "I'm more concerned with Gramps' flying than an enemy Stand." Jotaro declared, making Joseph sigh.

The plane took off and Polnareff and Kakyoin fell asleep immediately; The ride was rather quiet and peaceful for the most part, and when the frenchie woke up, he had to change the baby's diaper. Kisara was listening to her walkman, leaned forward on her seat and sharing the earbuds with Jotaro. Surprising or not, Polnareff said something familiar to what the read head mentioned before - Having a weird dream, but recalling none of it. How strange. 

"H-Hey! The kid took a dump in his diaper!" Polnareff yelled in disgust as he unknotted the diaper. "Just look at the size of  it!" "Well, he is a baby. That's why he wears diapers." Mr. Joestar spoke as a matter of fact. He was done with everyone being so difficult this day.  "I had no idea! What a vile, disgusting creature!" he spat. "Why doesn't Kisara do it? She's a girl! She knows better how to take care of kids, right?!" "I'm 17, what do I know? You're older. Your hair is whiter than Mr. Joestar's. Show off, Bakareff." Kisara waved him off. "Now stop complaining, JoJo's favourite song is coming up." "Stop complaining, Polnareff. Grow up already." Joseph scolded the man.  "Well, does it look fine? It looks good to me." Polnareff groaned, holding the baby upside down and showing the messily tied diaper to the two awake teens, who couldn't help but look perplex at his idiocy. Regardless, they struggled to pin that damn diaper - Until Kakyoin started trashing wildly, hitting everyone around him

"Noriaki, wake up! You're having a nightmare! Wake up!" Kisara tried, in vain, to lock onto his arms; Until he kicked the old man in the face, causing them to plummet down onto the ground. Were it not for Hermit Purple, Mr. Joestar wouldn't have been able to straighten out the aircraft... But when he was the most cheerful, he looked back, expecting laurels, only to crash into the nearest palm tree, somewhere, in the middle of Saudi Arabia. "Yare Yare. I was sure this was gonna happen." Jotaro sighed, helping the others get out of the wreck of the Cessna. 

Come night, Polnareff gathered wood, Jotaro and Kisara prepared the camp, and Joseph made the food. Poor Kakyoin kept to himself, sitting on a rock and trying to gather himself - Or at least, whatever part of his mind was left intact. "Hey..." Kisara sighed, sitting next to him. "Come here." she pulled him to her chest, stroking his hair tenderly. "He got us into this whole mess, you know?" Polnareff rasped, plopping down on a rock by the fire. "Do you want me to cut your tongue, Baguette brain?" the girl hissed harshly at him. "Gah, what a scary woman..." he shuddered a little. "No... He's right... I'm sorry, I don't know... I feel like I had another bad dream, but all I know is that I woke up tired..." Kakyoin's face was full of sadness and fright. "Something might be wrong with me." "Don't apologise. You were sleeping. You didn't do it on purpose." she would defend her brother to the end of the world in front of anyone, even if he wasn't in the wrong. "Try and cheer up. It's probably just fatigue. It's been a month now since we left Japan and the enemies haven't let up." Mr. Joestar went over to play with the baby; And while everyone was busy with it, the two siblings made a terrifying discovery. The single most tense moment dripping painfully through the quietness of the desert.

"Nori, you're hurt. Again." Kisara noticed the blood dripping down his arm. As he rolled up his sleeve, the words 'BABY STAND' were carved painstakingly into his forearm. "It's... My handwriting... But how? When?" the boy was staring in complete daze at his own injury, and up at his sister also; He took out his little pocket knife, but it was pristine clean. "Could I have really forgotten violently cutting my own arm?" "We've been together this whole time, and I haven't seen you do it." Kisara muttered, gently placing her hand over his. "Do you think maybe it has something to do with those nightmares you've been experiencing?" "Kisara." the boy looked at her with wide, petrified eyes. "I think the baby might be a Stand user."

He leapt up to the the basket where the baby, grabbing it up, making it sob loudly; Joseph quickly took the child back in his arms and soothed it, fed it; Jean-Pierre was looking at Kakyoin, thinking he's lost it completely. Jotaro stared at the two siblings, mirroring each other in the exact opposite way. While Noriaki was slumped with defeat, his head hung down and puzzled into insanity - Kisara was glaring harshly, like a proud lioness protecting her cub, head held high and standing straight, ready to maul anyone who dared even look at him the wrong way.

Who could she discuss this issue with? Everyone seemed to be against him. Nobody seemed to think any foul play at hand. The siblings kept to themselves, in the isolation of their own rock, but without any appetite. He's not just exhausted, for puzzled and doubtful. He is not doubt just himself, but his sister's confidence in him also. 

Out of nowhere, Noriaki shot to his feet, accusing the baby of having killed a scorpion, skewering it with his own safety pin - But there was no scorpion in sight. In his frantic need to prove himself, he made everyone doubt him. Even Jotaro.  Kisara was at her wit's end - How the hell can she prove that little spawn of satan really was a Stand user, when her own brother wasn't cooperating at all with her? "Nori, please, calm down. We're going to figure it out. Together." Jotaro was surprised at how sensible and calm her voice was, considering the hostility of her brother. "DAMN IT, KISARA, IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE!" Kakyoin's outburst shocked everyone, as the boy pushed his sister away and rushed to Mr. Joestar, showing off the cuts on his arm, Hierophant Green out and ready to attack. "Look at these cuts! Read what it says!"  "Kakyoin, did you do that to yourself?" Jotaro asked ominously. "Kakyoin, you..." Polnareff stared in shock. "Oh my God..." Joseph's trademark phrase was heard, staring at him with disdain. "ENOUGH!" Kisara went protectively in front of her brother. "Stop looking at him like that! He's really onto something, okay? Stop doubting him! None of you can come any closer to his wit!" it couldn't be easy, protecting someone so far gone into his own mind. "You're not helping. You're making things worse." Kakyoin snapped at his sister; He felt as though his mind was shattering like glass. She looked at him with such a sad look of surprise, like an abandoned puppy staring at passer-bys. "Nori - Listen. It's okay. Calm down, okay? We'll figure it out. We already know there's something wrong with your nightmares. There's something bad causing you distress of this degree. We can solve this, okay? Don't despair. We can do it. Together." but none of the girl's warm words reached him. In fact, her words only proved to anger him further. "Will you stop patronising me already?!" he hissed angrily at her, confusing the poor girl who could only look up at him like an innocent puppy. "I don't need your help - I can defend myself just fine. I'm not a little child anymore, okay?" "Yes, I know you can protect yourself, of course - But that doesn't mean I can't do it. You're my brother, and I love you. I would defend you in front of anyone." she tried to reach out and hold his hands; but he slapped them away. "I've grown up, I have my own life now, I have my own world; You don't have to always keep around and protect me - I'm not a frail child anymore, I can do it just fine on my own. I'm fine, and I can figure out the Stand by myself! I don't need you protecting me, Kisara. You can go home. Tell our parents I'm fine. They must be very worried by now, with both children gone." 

Jotaro could see Kisara's heart shattering in a million pieces, simply by seeing that trembling smile of hers. Even when devastated, women kept smiling for their loved ones. Incredible. If Kakyoin were his brother, he'd have punched some sense into him. She was so close to breaking down and sobbing, yet she remained just as loving and protective as always.  How could he tell her to just leave, after spending so much time together in this group? After all the dangers they've gone through, together? After almost dying in front of them? After how many times she saved them?  Kakyoin Kisara is a vital addition to the group, and nobody, JoJo especially, didn't want to see her gone, especially because of a silly misunderstanding caused by her fatigue brother's stubbornness and latent frustrations. She was so easy to talk to, and there was so much that he could learn from her; Her presence was always so soothing to his soul, and he felt as though he could tell her anything he's never even thought of before, and still feel comfortable. He felt as though he had reached the gates of eden, just by seeing that smile of hers -

And yet here they are, before his very eyes, having a stupid sibling fight. Truly, if that was him, he would have beaten up Noriaki for even suggesting to leave the group like that, in the middle of the vast wasteland, in the middle of the night; When all she ever wanted was to help him feel safe and accepted; That he hadn't lost his mind, and her embrace remains a safe space for him always. It was no different to having gramps tell him to go home and reassure his dad that mum would be just fine. How stupid.

"I know... I just... I wanted to keep being a part of your world. " it must have been truly difficult, controlling the vibrato of her voice. "I am your big sister. Of course I want to protect you. You will always be my cute baby brother." she admitted weakly. "Maybe you should rest a little. Do you want me to sing you to sleep? I'll watch over you for as many nights it takes for you to figure out who is causing all of this." "WHAT CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND--" but before he could try to say anything, Marilyn had already hugged him from behind, knocking him out with a simple strike to the carotid artery, hitting the vagus nerve. "Kisara." Jotaro tried calling out her name, watching as she lowered down the boy, holding his head into her lap and caressing his hair. She didn't answer to any of them. Instead, she sang her baby brother a most sorrowful lullaby.

Just sleep in my tender arms, Don't worry about any harms, All because I'm right here, with you.

One day, you'll become so strong, And someday, I might not see you, Will you come by and say hello?

When your world rises with the sun, And my world setting with the sun, Will you and I stay together now? With all of our old pastimes, I'll start to set up my old clock, To come by and visit you forever.

With the tender humming coming to an end, only the crickets were heard, and the soft rattling of the snakes. Kisara made a ball out of her haori and placed it under the boy's head, serving as a pillow. Then, she took a large mug of coffee, walking away from the camp; Away, where nobody could hear her, nor see her. She thought she was alone, but she wasn't. She felt a hug from behind, and a soft "Ora" caring for her felt awfully reassuring. Star Platinum wiped away her tears; He looked just as distraught as she was. "Ora. Ora." he cupped her cheeks, placing his forehead against her own, which only made the girl throw her arms around him, sobbing her distress away in cascades of bitter tears. 

Jotaro waited until the girl managed to calm down a little, before coming over with another mug of coffee. He couldn't handle seeing Kisara cry. Why was she any different? Was it because girls crying made him feel uncomfortable? Or was it her, especially, that he never wished to see upset ever again?

So many questions were storming and troubling both his mind and heart - Yet for now, he must brave through the maelstrom of his emotions and shift away Kisara's thoughts and pain towards more insignificant and pointless things - Like a shitty instant coffee. "Here's your order." "Triple espresso cafe macchiato with three pumps of salted caramel." she added the 'please' later. "Must be troublesome saying that order all the time." the boy chuckled.  "It's worth the trouble." she took the mug in her hand, relishing in its warmth. "This tastes like sewer water." "Then don't drink it. You should sleep." she shook her head. "Kakyoin is just exhausted. You're going to end up like him if you don't rest properly." "He wasn't wrong." she whispered softly. "You can think what you wish, but I am sure there's something wrong. The Big Sis intuition is tingling." she continued with a decrepit chuckle. "That's why I'm going to watch over him until he gets better, even if he ends up hating me for it." "Don't take what he said to heart. He didn't mean it. Kakyoin loves his sister." the boy saw her empty smile growing.  "Every break down has a seed of truth." she muttered. "And every word can shatter the earth." "You are strong." but the girl scoffed dryly.  "I don't want to be strong. I don't want to HAVE to be strong." she spoke bitterly. "I just want to be myself. A girly cry-baby who hates pain and cries at Disney love story cartoons. That's what I am - And I'm not ashamed of it, but I also can't afford to be all that, when my brother is in the state that he is." "Kakyoin is doing fine for himself - Well, until now, that is - But when all this is over, you can be whatever you want to be without worrying. He's a capable young man. Trust him." she seemed to nod her head in agreement. "I know. Of course I do. I know Nori better than anyone." she nodded her head. "I promise I'm not usually this much of a worrywart; At least not anymore. It was worse when we were children." she smiled playfully. "We're going to University in a year. I can't wait till we graduate." but she sighed once again. "I just hope we get there." "Yare Yare. Is that how little faith you have in us?" whether it genuinely was the endless stream of worry from a big sister, or just hopelessness in an impossible quest, one thing was certain; The twinkling stars were only highlighting the exhausted bags under her eyes. Was it because she was so petite and frail, that it was more evident? He wasn't sure, but he knew for certain he was going to force her to sleep soon, if she continues intentionally neglecting her health. "Nothing lasts forever. Nothing really matters. Nothing never breaks, busts, bends, rusts, upends or shatters." it sounded like the words of a poem, or some kind of weird song, with the most fatalistic yet highly realistic message. "It's just like Physics. Newton's third law say that every action has a reaction." "That's enough. You're spewing non-sense." Jotaro gruffed, but as soon as he saw those tearful eyes, this time out of sorrow, not euphoria, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. Was this what his mother felt also, all the times he insulted her or talked back to her? When he'd avoid even looking at her, or avoid her presence? Did he cause her this much pain in such a short amount of time? 

Perhaps even when he saves her, it wouldn't be enough to make up for all the bad he's done to her. He made his mother feel more alone than she already was, in the absence of his father. "Men are dumb. We say a lot of stupid shit that we regret later, but never apologise for." he admitted, regret tinged with a little self-deprecation dripping from his every word. "And yet, you still forgive us and support our every whim." "That's what women do, JoJo." Kisara got up, turning to leave; Her hand cupped the boy's cheek, who looked up at her briefly. "We love our silly men." he missed the softness of her touch that lingered just enough to make him want to feel her more.

The next day things changed 180 degrees; Kakyoin was cheerful and refreshed like never before; Kisara smiled dearly at the grinning boy who shot up to his feet and started preparing breakfast, urging the girl to relax. He needs to make up to her after the awful things he told her.  When everything was prepared, he used the wooden spoon to hit the pan and wake everyone up - Those sleepyheads! Now it was them freaking out over those nightmares; Polnareff even commented on her brother having those words carved into his flesh and acting like a lunatic - But what a surprise, none of them had any worldly evidence anymore!

The red head even decided to change the baby's diaper. He pulled his sister by his side, giggling like a child as he put shit in the baby's food, and force-fed him. "Can you ever forgive me? I was unfair to you. I was sure not even you believed me." he smiled sheepishly. "But I figured it out. The Baby's Stand caused my nightmares - It was attacking me in my dreams. I could only remember because I had Hierophant Green out. The others don't remember a thing." "Nori, I promise you, as your big sister, I will believe you, even if you say the most outlandish of things." she hugged her brother tightly. "You weren't in the dream. Did Marilyn protect your sleep?" the boy asked, a little confused. "I didn't sleep last night." she smiled dearly at him. "I promised I'd be watching over you until you figure it out- And you did. I'm so proud of you, my brilliant brother." Noriaki kissed the top of his sister's head. "Thank you for believing in me, Kisa. You're the best sister anyone could ever ask for." "Don't tell that to Polnareff, or he'll go crazy." she chuckled playfully.

The only one who's mind lingered on this weird coincidence for a little longer was Jotaro, who found it so odd that everyone was acting the complete opposite as the previous day; And the siblings made up with such ease. Could something really have happened in their nightmares, and he couldn't remember either? Could he also have been afflicted by the very same thing Kakyoin was, and he had no clue? Regardless, he sure as hell was sleepy.

With the rescue team arriving, they left the baby at the doctor and embarked on this fast-ship across the Red Sea, as they prepare to enter Egypt - But before they arrive in Egypt, they must make a small detour towards this small island to retrieve someone vital to this journey. A man, living alone, on this small, deserted island.

... Or Mangos from India, as Polnareff gathered.

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[deathlygristly]

I am so confused sometimes by middle class neurotypical women. I should probably stop trying to hang out in their online spaces.

Readmore because it's just me being confused and annoyed.

They keep saying that all human brains universally mature on the human's 25th birthday. They also say that no one should get married until well into their 30s. Then they say that all dudes suck, and that no guy ever does housework or anything, and so probably you just shouldn't get married at all because you will have to take care of what they call a manbaby.

So I tried to be helpful and to say that there are ways to avoid that fate. Like you can talk to someone before you marry them about how they think chores should be divided. You can get to know them. You can even live with them for a while before you get married so you can see if maybe they talk a good game but when you actually live together they expect you to do everything. This made them very mad.

I admit I wonder if these people are maybe marrying strangers? I can see that in a culture with arranged marriages, but otherwise...and even then, from what I hear, a lot of arranged marriages these days are just your parents picking out blind dates for you to check out and get to know and then you get the final say. If you're in a culture where you really are forced against your will to marry a total stranger, you probably don't have the freedom to post whatever you want to say online? Like I gotta imagine that unless they have some really high grade opsec, in a culture like that they'd face horrendous repercussions if what they say online got found and used against them.

They said I'm wrong and that all men are menbabies, especially the ones who are still single and available in their mid to late 30s or older.

So...what is it? Why aren't these men neurally maturing on their 25th birthday if that's what every human does? Why should you wait to get married until apparently all the single men left are the ones who somehow didn't get the human brain maturation at 25 gene? Why must everyone make the same life choices that make them miserable and they're horrible and wrong if they make different life choices and end up happy?

I don't understand. And sure, you could say these are different people saying different things and I shouldn't try to make a coherent worldview out of it, but as far as I can tell after hanging out in these spaces for a while and beginning to recognize usernames these actually are all the same people saying these things.

Anyway, yeah, I guess the best solution is to leave their spaces, since I'm obviously not welcome there and it's just confusing and weird to me so there's no positive reason to stay on either side. Should probably just stick to where non-neurotypical people hang out.

[juanarc-thethird]

I Know You

Team Rwby is waiting outside in an alley in Mantle in order to make a deal with the mob.

Weiss: I really don't like this.

Yang: *Holding a gym bag on her back* But what can we do. After Ironwood brands us as criminals, not many people want to sell us what we need.

Ruby: Girls please be quiet for a moment. *On her phone* What was that Blake?

Blake *Phone*: Someone is coming from behind! I can't see who he or she is. They're hiding with a cloak!

Ruby: Girls get ready.

The three girls keep their hands close to their weapons. The sounds of footsteps echo through the alley. Someone's silhouette approaches. The girls are hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. The stranger finally comes out and surprises them.

Jaune: *Removes the hood* Hello girls

Ruby :Jaune? What are you doing here?

Jaune: I thought you girls might need a little backup.

Blake: *Show up* Is everyone ok?

Yang: We're fine, it was just vomit boy.

Jaune: *Annoyed* Can you please stop calling me that?

Weiss: And you have to tell us if you're coming. We thought you were from the Mantle mob.

Jaune: Sorry.

Ruby: It's okay. Just let us do our thing when they finally arrive, okay.

Jaune: You got it. *Puts the hood back on*

After a short wait, a group of dangerous men and women appear.

Capo: So you guys are the group that wants to do business with us?

Ruby: Yes, you have what we ask for.

The Capo snaps his fingers and his members show them the merchandise from afar.

Ruby: Great, here's the money we agreed on.

Yang then shows the inside of the gym bag.

Ruby: $10,000 cash as agreed.

Capo: *laughs* I'm sorry, sweetheart, but that amount is too small.

Weiss: What?! We have a deal. $10,000 for the equipment

Capo: Well, the deal has changed. Give us the money or you don't get your toys.

Ruby: Fine. The deal is off

Team Rwby and Jaune turned around but were surrounded by more mob members.

Capo: You know, Ironwood put a pretty good price on their heads. So I have a new deal for all of you. Drop the money and walk away, or we'll hand you over to him.

Jaune: Are you really going to do this for just $10,000? Is the mafia really in bad shape financially?

Capo: Watched kid or I'll put a bullet between your eyes.

Ruby: *Whispering* Jaune, let me handle it. *To the Capo* We don't want any trouble, we're just trying to save Mantle. You live here. You must understand the-

Capo: Blah blah blah, lady, we just want the money. So drop it, and you can go, simple.

Ruby: Please under-

Jaune: Ruby, don't waste your breath. *To the Capo* Just let us go, and no one will get hurt.

Capo: Are you threatening me?

Jaune: No, I'm just warning you.

Capo gives a signal to one of his guys who is behind Jaune. Jaune notices this and turns around to face the guy. He beats him with just his fists until he is unconscious on the ground. As all this happened, the hood fell back, revealing his face.

Capo: Wait a minute, I know you. You're the one who dragged us out of Watson. Thought you could get away with it, huh?

Weiss: What? Jaune could never-

Weiss turned to face Jaune and his expression had changed to something dangerous. A look she never thought she would see on his friend.

Capo: *Smiles* You are so done.

Jaune: If I were you, I'd think hard about your next move. Because you're right, I was the one who took out your men at Watson. Take them all out, like fish in a barrel. So why do you think this will play out differently? Because you have us surrounded?

He then opens his cloak, showing off his armor and weapon.

Jaune: Take a look at me. A real good one. It could cut you to shreds before you can pull the trigger.

Jaune: I know it.

Jaune: You know it.

El Capo looks at him for a moment.

Capo: Agh... Give them the merchandise.

His guys didn't move.

Capo: What, are you fucking deaf?! I said give them the merchandise! *to Jaune* This isn't over.

The mafia gave them the merchandise and they left without taking any of their money.

Yang: Holy shit!

Blake: I have seen many things during my time with the White Fang. But hearing you back there... that sent chills down my spine. Literally.

Weiss: *Nervous* That sure was something.

Jaune: *smiles* I'm always happy to help my friends

Ruby: Is that the case *hugs his arm* Can you help me out with a little problem?

Jaune: Of course. What is it?

Ruby: Can you carry me? My legs feel weak after you did that.

Jaune: I'm sorry, did I scare you?

Ruby: *blushes* Something like that.

[omega-genshin]

omg omega thoma hcs would be so nice he's the perfect malewife afterall

yesyes malewife supremecy 😩🙏. i actually just played his hangout events (*cough* totally not for freemogems *cough*) so i've definitely thought about him a lot.

so here are the hcs for everyone's favorite malewife!

also holy shit i haven't touched this blog in a while i am so sorry-

Nesting

• Thoma has a very tidy nest. If it isn't perfectly clean, it will definitely bother him.

• Thoma's nest consists of a few blankets and a lot of stuffed animals. Most of which he actually made himself!

• If he finds an injured animal, Thoma will take it back to his nest to rest up and recover. Once it's recovered, he'll release it back into the wild and come back to feed it every so often.

• Thoma is really open to letting other people into his nest with him. He just makes sure to mention that he can and will get really clingy and cuddly while in his nest.

• In his third trimester, it is absolutely not uncommon for Thoma to just cuddle up in his nest at night, since it is so much more comfortable that laying flat in his bed.

Pups

• Thoma had always wanted to have a family, so you can imagine how absolutely ecstatic he was when he found out he was pregnant! He doesn't even wait to tell his alpha and the Kamisato siblings after he finds out.

• Thoma cries over every "big moment" with his baby. Finding out, he cries. Telling the Kamisato siblings, you bet he's hugging both of them in tears. Holding his baby for the first time, he's butterfly kissing her beautiful face with tears all over his own. Don't worry—they're all happy tears!

• While strangers and more distant friends and acquaintances touching him annoys the everliving hell out of him, close friends and loved ones touching his bump gives Thoma an immeasurable amount of serotonin.

• When his nesting instinct kicks in, it kicks in strong. Being a housekeeper definitely does not help with this. This man is cleaning his area of the house and cooking meals at 2am in preparation for being unable to do so after the baby comes.

• Thoma works until the moment he goes into labor, (which is already pretty overdue), and Ayaka has to force him to lay down after his contractions start to get too intense for him (as much as Thoma insists that he's fine). Poor thing is in labor for about 18 hours.

• Thoma ends up with a healthy little girl and he just instantly falls in love the moment she's handed to him. He knows that she's his and he would defend her with his life if he had to. He immediately forms a really close bond with his daughter and did i mention teARS-

• They grow up really close! Thoma's a natural parent and he tries to pass on his ideals from his childhood to his daughter. That, and his Mondstadter heritage.

• The kid also loves her Auntie Ayaka and Uncle Ayato. She likes to play with Ayaka and Ayato lets her hang out in his room while he works.

Heat

•Thoma likes to cuddle a lot during his heat. Definitely kinda clingy.

• The only people he's really comfortable with during this time are the Traveler and the Kamisato siblings. He won't push others away, but he most certainly will show signs of discomfort when others around.

• Luckily, heats are fairly mild for Thoma. Of course, he feels a little crappy, but it isn't too debilitating.

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and that's about all i could think of. sorry this was really overdue, again i kinda forgot about this blog hghhfs 😶

[sinfulwrites]

Just wanted to say I adore your account and writing, I am always rereading everything cause it makes me so happy :') also, I leave you with this if you'd like to do it! If not, no worries, take care!! 💕

Vincent x reader one shot where reader is visiting a friend or family member in Ambrose & meets Bo (to no one's surprise he acts like an asshat, but reader isn't afraid to act like a smartass back) and later meets Vincent (swoon) but the next time reader runs into Bo, he mentions they're twins and reader says something like, "there's no way you're twins, Vincent is much more attractive and kind-" and Vincent overhears before walking in the room (he's so flustered!) Reader partly said it just to piss Bo off but they were being honest too, they'd just be too shy to tell Vincent to his face... 😳💗

Hello anon! I'm so honored to hear that, I'm so glad I can make you feel happy with these fics. <3

I kind of transformed this into a sort of slice of life kind of scenario? It's set before Bo and Vincent start killing, Ambrose was still a functioning town, that kind of stuff.

Bo is biased and hates the city so that's why he's picking on the reader. (And immediately gets annoyed because the reader isn't afraid to snap back at him.)

Bo and reader immediately dislike each other, but Vincent and reader immediately hit it off.

I headcanon as Vincent being more introverted, but wanting to talk to people, so he will perk up and be chatty with anyone who will try and engage him in conversation. Not many people give him the time of day, since he can't speak, so when you do he starts growing fond of you immediately.

I hope this lines up well with your request, I added my own flare into it so it's kind of got some side conflict of wanting to leave the city, I honestly just wanted to add some reasoning for the reader would want to come back and pursue a relationship, but I tried to get everything in your ask in here.

I have no self control of my creative juices

A beautiful stranger

You didn't live in Ambrose, but two of your friends did, so you visited the town often. You often stuck at your friend's house on your visits to Ambrose, mostly staying at your friends house and only really leaving with them. You weren't comfortable exploring a town you weren't familiar with alone, it's a habit you picked up from growing up in the city. Today though, your friend asked you to run over to the gas station across the street to break their 100 bill, since the store you wanted to buy some drinks at wouldn't accept a 100 dollar bill.

The gas station was quaint, the architecture was actually very unique, it was a nice change from the identical 7/11's and Shell gas stations. The small town had its appeal, especially coming from the city, being in a quiet little town seemed more appealing day by day. You were about to walk right into the store until you noticed someone working under a truck in the station's driveway.

"Excuse me?" You called to him, making him start to roll out and figure out who was talking to him. Admittedly, you stopped for a moment when you saw the man. Something about him seemed off for a moment, you really had to squint to realize he was wearing a mask of his face, only noticing when you really looked close at his visible eye. You also took notice of his hair, it was nearly as long as yours! And it looked amazing, you were almost tempted to ask him what he uses in it. But you remembered why you came over, the money. "Sorry to bother you, I was just wondering if I could break this hundred here?"

The man got up off the ground and you backed up to give him space to do so. Once on his feet, you noticed how tall he was. Height was never an important factor to you, you'd date anyone regardless of their height, but deep down you always had a bit of a preference for taller people. Right now, this man was just checking off your mental attraction list, and he didn't even know it. He gestured for you to wait there before heading into the store, to get another employee you supposed.

A minute later another man came through the door, a sweaty looking man in a mechanic suit, his fingers covered in oil and dirt. He looked like he definitely worked here, no doubt about that. He initially looked pissed coming out here, but his face immediately smoothed out when he saw you, and he leaned in the door leading into the station when he saw you.

"Hey. Heard you needed to break a hundred?"

You nodded and came over to the door, letting him hold it open for you before following you in towards the register, taking the 100 from you on his way past. After a quick check to see if it's real, he started tapping some buttons on the register.

"What are we lookin for? Fives, tens?"

"Twenties, if you can." You answer as you're taking a look around the store. The glass walls brought in all sorts of natural lighting and it just complimented the character of the building. The stuff inside didn't really stick out much, just regular things you'd find at a station. The charm was the fun thing to look at.

"Meet ya in the middle with three twenties and four tens and you got yourself a deal."

You just smiled and nodded back at the man. "Yeah, sounds like a plan."

The register finally popped open and he started shuffling the money around in the drawer. As he did, you took a glance at the magnets he had at the counter, all having that signature small town flare. Colorful language included.

"I don't think I've seen you around here. You new in town?"

"Nah, I'm just visiting some friends. I live in Baton Rouge."

The man chuckled as he started pulling out your change. "Ahh, from the city huh? I had the feeling you were a city dweller."

"Anything wrong with that?" You challenged, sensing some bias in his tone, but he simply shrugged.

"No, not at all. I'm just saying, no one around here is stupid enough to buy those unnecessarily expensive clothes like you city folk do, just loving to pay for a name brand."

Oh, you almost wanted to laugh right in his face. If only he knew you thrifted your entire outfit. But you just shrugged with a smile. "Yeah, but at least we can wash our hands."

That comment got you an annoyed smile and a nod as the man grabbed your cash. He didn't say anything but that smile told you exactly what he wanted to say. You crossed your arms and just waited, enjoying your victory over this unnecessarily bitchy gas station worker.

"So, you own this place, Mr. Independent?" You just wanted to get on his nerves now, and he only had himself to blame for it. He threw the first punch.

"Yep." You were getting on his nerves, he couldn't even keep a fake smile on his face.

"You work here alone then? I know I talked to someone out front," You gestured towards the wall of glass, at the truck you saw the man working on previously, your long haired wonder.

"That's just my brother. He's bumming off my tools so he doesn't have to pay me for labor."

That just made you turn back in shock, and it was at that moment he finally got you your money and practically shoved it in your hand, but you didn't take your leave without one final jab.

"He's your brother? Maybe you should take some notes and learn some manners." You took the money from his hand and stormed out before he could retaliate. Your heart was racing, and you enjoyed kicking that guy down a few pegs more than you'd admit out loud.

You didn't think much about the encounter after it happened, but you obviously forgot in the moment, that this was a small town. This wasn't like the city, where you had a very good chance of never encountering someone you had a bad encounter with again because of the sheer amount of people. Here though? Apparently this man and his brother lived just up the road from your friend's house, who informed you of that when you told them the story in the gas station. So not only was that revelation of getting on the bad side of one brother on your shoulder, now your friends were teasing you for having the hots for the other brother.

And as a testament to how small this town was, you saw your long haired crush walking by your friend's house the next morning on your way to check their mail for them. He immediately recognized you, and your stomach filled with butterflies when he stopped to wave at you.

"Good morning… I don't think I caught your name." You started making conversation, but you noticed very quickly you were being met with silence. You put the pieces together quickly though. "Oh, can… Can you not talk?"

He nodded, and that's when you were heartbroken for a moment, fearing you were going to lose your chance to talk to him. But then you remembered, you had a pen in your back pocket. So, you took one of the envelopes from your friend's mail pile and gave it to him, with the pen. He didn't seem to hesitate taking it and scribbling on it.

"Hi, I'm Vincent."

You smiled at him. "Hi Vincent. I'm Y/N."

You two shook hands after exchanging names. You then gestured to his throat. "If you don't mind me asking, why can't you talk?"

You were worried you were pushing your boundaries, it wasn't any of your business, that's the reality, but he replied immediately.

"I'm mute." He shrugged after you read it, in that "it is what it is," sort of way.

"Oh, is that it?" You were honestly intrigued. You'd never met someone who was mute until this day. "Do you know sign language?"

Vincent just nodded in response. You smiled at that. "That's so cool, I've always wanted to learn ASL."

You two just exchanged a nod back and forth before Vincent scribbled something on the envelope.

"Are you new here?"

You just shook your head. "No, I'm just visiting my friends." You gestured to the house behind you.

Vincent nodded one more time, then scribbled you one last note.

"I have to be on my way, but it was nice to meet you."

You immediately took the stuff back so he didn't have to linger. "Yeah, it was nice to meet you Vincent, see you around!"

Vincent waved goodbye before continuing down the sidewalk towards a destination unknown to you. You turned back to your friend's house to bring the mail in and will have to explain the conversation written all over their water bill. You turned to take one last glance at him, and he just so happened to do the same at the same time, so you both got caught checking each other out before you ran in the house to spare yourself the embarrassment.

It was the topic of discussion with your friends all day.

"You just need to move in with us, Y/N! You're already hitting on the locals, you might as well!"

You immediately gasped and elbowed them after that. "I wasn't hitting on Vincent!"

"Yeah right!"

The conversation repeated in your head all day long. It still lingered on your back up the long dirt road back to your friend's house after your journey to the dumpster, trash duty was dumped on you tonight but you didn't really care that much. You enjoyed watching the sunset. The sound of a truck driving up the road got your attention, soon enough a truck turned around the bend and blinded you with the headlights. It stopped next to you, and once your eyes readjusted, you were met face to face with Mr. Independent once again.

"Need a ride?" He offered you, and gestured to his empty passenger seat, but you didn't need the lift. Your friend's house wasn't far. Plus, getting in the truck with a stranger is a big no no.

"No thank you, I'm good from here."

"If you say so. I heard through the grapevine you got to know my brother Vincent this morning."

You blinked at that, but you guessed Vincent told him about it. Not that it mattered, you told your friends about it, you're not a hypocrite. You just nodded. "Yeah, we talked this morning. Let me guess, he's the behaved eldest child, and you're the trouble making youngest."

The man chuckled to himself at that one. His hand gripped the steering wheel in a terrifying grip before just smiling at you. "We're twins, actually, but I guess you ain't too wrong on anything else."

You genuinely gasped at that. "What? You're his twin? Now that's just impossible. He's so sweet, and you're so… Not." You grinned at him this time when you decided to just dig your heel in deeper. "And you're nowhere near as handsome."

With an exaggerated turn, you walked off in the direction opposite of the truck, towards your friend's house. The truck pulled off straight afterwards, so you failed to notice a now very flustered Vincent in the back of his twin's pick up truck. Truth be told, as any douchey brother would, his brother was trying to embarrass Vincent with his crush after he found out, but that exploded in his face in spectacular fashion.

His brother couldn't stand you, but Vincent watched you grow smaller and smaller with complete admiration. He only wished you wouldn't be leaving soon.

[helliontherapscallion]

I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission 

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week 

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get 

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm. 

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.” 

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that 

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely 

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record. 

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up. 

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car 

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes. 

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him. 

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!” 

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone. 

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car. 

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling. 

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.” 

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time 

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat. 

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror. 

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front. 

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles. 

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?” 

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked. 

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip 

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T  F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly 

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows. 

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.” 

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.” 

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.” 

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel 

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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