#Rohan has the best stand in the world though | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

animehouse-moe · 11 months

Text

The Art of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, and The Life of Hirohiko Araki

A while back I promised to give a walk through of the Jojo art books I own, and I found myself with quite a bit of free time today, so that's what I'm doing. These art book are... something else. Everybody knows how much Araki's style is influenced by high fashion and pop culture (specifically music), to the point that stands are named after bands, and a lot of illustrations in these books borrow poses and themes from actual photo shoots. But it's far greater than that when you experience it in full. The depth and sheer scale of Jojo's exists on a different level through these references, the locations, the styles, even Araki's comments. It well and truly is the world that Hirohiko Araki inhabits, and I hope I can do it at least the slightest bit of justice in this (not so) little post.

Jojo A-Go!Go!

So, Jojo A-Go!Go! (as well as Jojoveller) are actually collections of books for Jojo. The main/big volumes containing all the major illustrations, while the smaller ones are dedicated to more knowledge than art. With A-Go!Go! we get separate books for the various stands of Parts 3-5, and a volume that explores Araki's past through countless interviews and snippets that I'd love to see officially translated some day.

Regardless, one cool aspect of the A-Go!Go! set is this little wheel featured on the box that contains the volumes. As you can tell, there's a layer behind the circle on the top of the box that you can spin around to align properly, or like I show here, create some funny mix ups.

Anyways, the art. Man, the art. Incredible, just incredible. The book opens with a lot of double spreads that feature groups of characters based on parts or roles within their respective parts, and they all look so good.

Of course, it's not just good art, it's an impressive creative process that captures the best parts of Araki's creativity, with pages like this. I just think it's so cool how they use a cutout page to provide a unique style and experience through the art book. Especially with the bottom image, as you can see stands in the darkness of the pages.

But yeah, an absolutely stunning art book for parts 1-5. Very impactful and strong poses and styles, as expected from Araki.

I really wish that the stands and Hirohiko Araki volumes were translated for this art book. There's so much information and a world of interesting pieces from Araki himself within them. I can read a little bit, but it does take a while, so sadly I can't really translate or explain much either. One day though, I hope Viz or someone else will provide an English version of these art books for English-speaking audiences.

Jojoveller

A rather similar story to A-Go!Go!, Jojoveller is the art book for Jojo parts 6-8, plus a few extras. In addition, it also has a full collection of Jojo stands that's up to date with the release of the art book back in 2013, plus a history book of Jojos. Once again, a huge amount of information, but a lot stuck in Japanese which presents a challenge for NA audiences.

Anyways, the art. There's not much to say besides what I've already said. It's incredible. It's powerful, creative, stylized, unique, so on and so forth. But showing it makes more sense than telling you.

Once more, I love how these art books use translucent or partial pages to create an experience for readers. So very cool.

And here's an example of the extras. Incredibly cool to get the Gucci x Araki artworks at this scale (also cool cause it's Rohan).

These pieces are just so incredible. I'd to try and go through one day and find the real life counterparts for the illustrations that borrow from photoshoots. Just on that topic though, it's incredible that Jojo's has created a feedback loop with it. Borrowing concepts and poses from high fashion and photoshoots to use in its world and story, which people in turn mimic and use themselves.

Jojo 6521

Want the previous two art books but don't want to spend the money, or want to be able to read what's in them in English? Jojo 6521 is the almost answer. It's a condensed version of the two art book collections, condensing the art and information of them into a single book which includes a really interesting breakdown of information by part.

It's not near the same scale of information as the other books, but it's also only one volume at a fraction the page count of the others combined, and it's the only one in English. Sort of a beggars can't be choosers thing, but still quite a bit of cool stuff in it. I think my only gripe would be how plainly the illustrations are put together in this art book, as the vast majority of them are just placed together on a plain white page with each other. But, I think that's counteracted by the new/original material discussed and shown in this volume, with loose character designs and other pieces placed thoughtfully throughout.

And there it is, the Jojo art books I own. I could spend hours looking through all the different illustration and designs that appear in these books. Hell, I could spend a significant chunk of time just looking at the packages/formats that these art books come in (specifically the JP ones). The entire experience of these art books is so incredibly well designed that even though they're very expensive, I'd say for anyone that can afford them and is a Jojo fan, you absolutely need to own these art books.

36 notes · View notes

ohnono1 · 8 months

Text

A Teaser for my Future Story.

Happy @barrissday everyone! I wanted to join in on the fun. So in Honor of my favorite Mirialan, I wanted to give you guys a peek at my future story. A story with 2 franchise into one. Here you go!

______________________________________________________________

What felt like hours riding across the Plains of Rohan, Barriss could only wonder what she could face in this new world. It was a day ago when Alex and Ahsoka freed her from her cell. None would dare free a traitor. None would free a murder. But that didn’t stop Alex from seeing the light still burning inside her. With the Galaxy now hunting for the trio, it seemed hopeless to outrun and hide. But the memories of home still lingered in Alex’s mind.

Here they are, a planet in the Outer Rim. A place far from the Republic and the Separatist’s influence. A place where they can lay low and help the Mirialan. Barriss has been given a second chance. Not only is she receiving help from her friends, but also Alex’s four old friends. A Wizard, a Dwarf, an Elf, and a Man.

Coming over the small hill, the 6 riders halted. There they saw a town. Primarily built of wood. A dike and mighty wall and thorny fence encircled it. A green Terrance laid within the town. The Great Halls of Men. The Capital of Rohan, Edoras.

The sight of the wooden town dumbfounded the two girls. They expected the city to have some sort of technology. But from where they stood, it was obvious there was an absence of tech. It was also breath of fresh air from massive towers that dwarfed an ordinary person on Coruscant.

“Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld.” The White Wizard announced to others. “There dwells Theoden, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown. Saruman’s hold over King Theoden is now very strong.”

From the words of Alex and the other four Fellowship members about the Fallen Wizard, Ahsoka and Barriss increasingly became nervous. Though they never met Saruman, they can only infer that he was dangerous. More dangerous an Sith Lord.

“Can we do anything to help him?” Barriss asks Gandalf. Concerned about the situation.

“Yes.” Gandalf replied. “But don’t think that you’ll be welcome here. The people of this city have never seen anything like you and Ahsoka before. With Saruman’s hold over the Halls, his spies could reveal that the Jedis have returned to Middle Earth. It could spell danger for you. Best you three cover yourself.”

Barriss’ worries only increased more. But understands that revealing themselves could get both her, Ahsoka, and Alex into trouble.

“Be Careful what you say. Do not look for welcome here.” *The group continued onward towards Edoras. The Jedis immediately use the hoods to cover themselves the best they could. Hoping to their appearance won’t spell trouble.

______________________________________________________________

Inside the Hall, the White Lady of Rohan, Eowyn kneels at the bedside of her recently dead cousin, Theodred. She was the only one who’s grieving over the lost of the King’s son. Her Uncle whose mind is overtaken and doesn’t react when his niece gives him the news of the death of his son, her brother Eomer banished from Rohan, she was alone.

As Eowyn continues crying by the bedside, the Counselor to Theoden and the mole for Saruman Grima Wormtongue enters the room. Standing by the doorway, watching Eowyn.

“Oh, he must’ve died sometime during the night.” The pale mole softly spoke as he walks towards grieving woman. “What a tragedy for the king to lose his only and heir.” He moves and sits on the bed. “I understand. His passing is hard to accept. Especially now that your brother has deserted you.” Grima finishes as he places his hand on Eowyn’s shoulder.

“Leave me alone snake!” Eowyn jumps up as she stands away from the Sycophant. Unfazed by his “words” of comfort.

“But you are alone. Who knows what you’ve spoken to the darkness.” The Flatterer gets up from the bed and begins to walk around the Shieldmaiden. “In the bitter watches of the night… when all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing in.”

“So fair. So cold.” Grima places his hand to Eowyn’s cheek as she closes her eyes. Running his hand down her throat. “Like a morning of pale spring…. Still clinging to winter’s chill.”

Tears slowly formed in Eowyn’s eyes. Breathing steadily and softly as Grima continues to feel her neck. But opens her eyes. The woman stared at him for a moment. His words of comfort did not work on Eowyn. Regaining herself.

“Your words are poison.”

She runs out of the room to the entrance of the Golden Hall. Leaving Grima disappointed. Passing through the doors of the Hall, she stands staring out at the wooden city. She felt hopeless. Her brother is gone, her uncle under the influence of Saruman, and her cousin dead. As she stares out, she sees three horses from the distance. Riding towards Edoras. The flagpole next to her, flutters loosen and is carried away by the wind. Signaling the state of decay the kingdom of Rohan is in.

Gandalf and the others arrive to the gates of Edoras. As they move in, from behind Aragorn and Alex reaches the outside gates. Both see the Rohan standard flutters falling down to the ground next to them. Before entering the city, Alex quickly summons the flutters with the Force to his hand. Quickly putting the flag away.

The group entered Edoras. Ahsoka and Barriss looked at the surroundings. Trying to make sense of the place. Confusion quickly overtook them. It was obvious that there was an absence of any form of technology. There were no droids, crates, nothing. What Alex had told them. Any type of technology doesn’t exist in Middle Earth. As the company continued their way towards the hall, they received sidelongs looks from villagers. Aragorn, Alex, and Ahsoka would see a maiden dressed in white, standing in front of the Golden Hall.

The anxiety increased further for Ahsoka and Barriss. They sensed the despair among the people. Barriss continued to hide herself in her hood. The memories of the Clone Wars flooded back into her mind. Barriss recalled the times where she saw towns or city in the similar state as Rohan.

“You’ll find more cheer in a graveyard.” Gimli comments as he looks at the situation Rohan is in and the side-longing looks from the villagers.

As her looked back up at the Golden Hall, Aragorn sees that the maiden is gone.

______________________________________________________________

This is my First Story Project. So I’m new to this. Also sorry if the dialogue or description is wack, I’m new to this again. So please, lend me some advice so that this story can turn out perfect. Not only that but Tumblr as well. So to sum all of this up, I’m new to all of this. So please help me these sort of things. Thank you.

Coming soon: Star Wars: War of the Ring.

Happy Barriss Day!

P.S. Expect the first chapter somewhere this month. Due to my laziness and work for skhool, it will be a while. Sorry.

#barrissday #barrissoka #barriss offee #ahsoka and barriss #tcw barriss #star wars #lord of the rings #ahsoka #ahsoka x barriss

7 notes · View notes

hearts-are-connected · 2 years

Text

youtube

This is truly one of the best scenes in the entire trilogy. I love the big battles as much as the next person, but this scene feels a little slept on in my opinion. I've never given much thought to it until seeing it again this evening.

We have the hobbits, who are completely naive to the world outside the Shire. Said naivety on full display as they light a fire to cook, thus alerting the Wraiths to their precise location. What I love though, is the fact that in the face of these towering, cloaked creatures; Sam, Merry, and Pippin stand in front of Frodo. I'm sure the scene plays differently in the book, but talking specifically about the film, I love how this kind of foreshadows their place in the final battle.

Sam stands as the first line of defense, and is the first to make a move against the enemy to protect his friends. Just like how in Return of the King, Sam was one thing that Frodo had to remind himself of who he truly is and where he can draw strength from as the Ring saps it away. When it consumes him for that brief moment in Mount Doom; it's Sam who brings him back to himself. It's Sam who catches him.

Merry and Pippin are both thrown to the side. Separated. Just like they will be when Pippin's sent with Gandalf to Gondor and Merry stays to fight with Rohan. Both hobbits needing to be separated in order to grow in their respective paths, before coming together for the final battle. Standing side by side to help Frodo, just like in this scene where they stand on either side of he and Sam, guarding them from outside forces.

And then there's Aragorn.

This fight alone, brief as it is, tells you so much about Aragorn as a character. He's strong, capable, protective, loyal, and brave. Outnumbered by otherworldly enemies that wield a weapon capable of beginning the transformation into a Ringwraith with a single stab, he still gives this fight his all. No hesitation, except for the last second, when he uses torch to finish the fight.

This scene alone is enough to demonstrate why Aragorn is one of my favorite characters. He fights even in the face of odds that aren't in his favor. Aragorn is willing to die just to give Frodo a fighting chance in Return of the King when he charges at the Black Gate. Like he has been at every single fight in this journey. Not only that, but he doesn't care one bit if anyone else decides to follow him. If he alone ran out to face Sauron's army and died alone, he would've accomplished what he'd set out to do in buying Frodo time to see that the ring is destroyed. Even if it's only a few minutes.

And who runs out after him before even Gandalf?

Merry and Pippin.

Two of the smallest people in middle earth help lead the charge against the an army that vastly outnumbers them. Putting aside their fears for good of their friends and Middle Earth.

I love this story so much.

#lord of the rings #aragorn #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #peregrin took #sauron #tolkien #one ring to rule them all #Youtube

70 notes · View notes

thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 2 years

Note

Can I get some Kynge??

also known as: the one where Eomer critiques Grima's spelling of the word 'king/kynge' and Grima is like 'babe, you can't write, stop having opinions on my dynamic approach to spelling', or, Eomer and Grima Team Up and Scheme

Here, have a tonne of random excerpts:

[...]

Anyway, Grima refused to write in Eorleden. He told Theoden he was content to write in Westron or Sindarin (though, no promises on grammar and syntax in the latter of the two), but he wouldn’t write in their language.

Translation is a room that never ends, after all. Grima said: I would like to go to bed at some point. I would like to be able to exit the work.

Theoden replied, laughingly, That is a phrase only you would think to say. Translation is a room that never ends.

To be sure, my lord, and writing history is a fool’s errand. I think it important, and I lend it weight, and I value our lore and our people’s songs and stories, but to write it out is to lose a certain fundamental opacity of being human. There is something about what it is to be human that cannot be pinned down. Best leave it that way.

What is that I spy? A glimpse of sentimentality beneath your shield of cynicism?

Grima did not reply. Because he disliked that his king saw, if for a fleeting moment, beneath his own sense of opacity. That Theoden looked at him and knew some part of his truth and had the rare ability to see Grima as Grima was in the midst of hiding while in plain sight.

Where loyalties lie. Loyalties laying in wait. Loyalties lying, waiting. Lying loyalties. Grima works the words around in his head as he reenters the main hall, spying Lord Boromir standing with Eomer and Theodred.

Tall, though not so tall as Eomer, Lord Boromir appears like most from Minas Tirith: brown to black skinned, black haired, silver eyed. His profile is chiseled from granite and his gaze never rests anywhere without purpose. There is much going on behind the grim surface. Grima safely contends that Boromir is one of the most capable leaders of the free world.

Something he put to Saruman: And Denethor and his sons? If any can stand up to the might of Sauron with any success, it is them.

It had been early on in all of this. Two years ago, a summer’s day. Grima standing in Orthanc’s fields that had once been green.

Saruman had been asking philosophically, hypothetically, if Sauron were to win, what would happen to Rohan? And Grima had explained that he didn’t like to think about Eomarc’s future in that direction.

Theoden was a sturdy and capable king in his day.

Grima nodded, yes yes. He had been.

I assume Theodred is the same, the wizard continued with a voice like well-aged mead. Rich, sweet, and complex. But its complexity is something you don’t notice until after the fact. You’ve swallowed a mouthful then think: oh.

Theodred means well.

That isn’t high praise, son of Galmod, for your future king.

I speak as I find.

Then it went to Gondor and Denethor and his sons, both of whom are easily twice the men Theodred is, and Saruman said: Denethor will fall before the end. I have looked and I see nothing there but flames.

A pause.

Saruman added, Indeed, I see nothing but flames for all who stand against Sauron. But, that’s neither here nor there. I have held you here too long. Your patient master will be waiting. Why, you’re veritably a member of the family, are you not?

I’m advisor and law-speaker.

But you’ve been in the household for years, I understand.

Yes, my lord. Over a decade.

Saruman’s elegant shrug. I would consider you family, by that point. But, alas, I am not a king. Perhaps these things are different. Don’t let me keep you. But do return, I enjoy our conversations.

Which is to say, Grima believes that Boromir is, in appearance and bearing, more kingly than any of the statues of Isildur and Elendil Grima has seen.

It is a wonder that the Stewards have not taken the throne for themselves. They are more deserving of it, surely, than any remaining heirs of a long disappeared line.

If you abandon a kingdom for long enough, it is no longer yours by right. Or, at least, that is Grima’s thoughts on the matter.

______________________________

[...]

‘My father bade me give you this,’ Boromir reaches into an inner pocket of his tunic and withdraws a letter. ‘He said it contains an answer to your letter of June the 3rd. He’s not had time to reply to the subsequent two.’

‘I thank you,’ Grima says. The letter is heavy and if he knows Denethor, it will be a labyrinth of words. He cannot wait to read it. ‘I trust your father is well.’

‘He’s very well, thank you.’

‘And your brother?’

‘Faramir is in the best of health. He rode with me to Rammas Echor to see me off.’

Boromir speaks of his brother with warmth, and Grima is about to make another inquiry when Eomer interjects: ‘I meant to ask, what brings you here? Not that we don’t appreciate your company, of course.’

‘Trying to get rid of me already?’ Boromir replies.

‘I’m going to chuck you into the Snowbourne first chance I get.’

Boromir laughs, patting Eomer on the shoulder. ‘Good luck with that. My brother has spent many a summer trying to outswim me, let alone trying to trip me into whatever body of water we were nearest. I’m wise in the ways of young lords.’

‘Ah, but I’m cunning as an old fox,’ Eomer insists. ‘You can ask Grima. He likes to derisively refer to me as an adder from time to time.’

‘I would never do such a thing, my lord,’ Grima replies.

Boromir smiles, but it’s the faint smile of a courtier unsure of a joke.

‘Asp,’ Eomer continues. ‘It was an asp. Because it sounds like —’

‘I don’t believe Lord Boromir needs a detailed account of our unfortunate conversations.’

‘Ignore me,’ Boromir says, taking a sip of wine. ‘I can keep.’

___________________________________

‘ — and that will be taken care of at the next Witan, I’m sure. Right, Grima?’

Grima blinks down the table to Eomer who smirks. ‘I beg pardon, my lord. You caught me wool gathering.’

‘That’s unlike you.’

‘There is much wool and precious little time to gather it.’

‘The new laws promulgated last year, I was saying I’m sure the less necessary ones will be rescinded at the next Witan.’

‘Which ones would those be, my lord?’

Boromir lifts an eyebrow and he glances between them.

Eomer shrugs, sits back on the bench. ‘The one that has me and Theodred playing nursemaid to anyone who enters our land.’

‘Take that up with your uncle, my lord. Not me.’

Eomer takes a drink of ale, levelling eyes at Grima from over his cup. Grima ignores him in favour of his food.

_________________________________

‘I thank you for your patience, my lord,' Grima says. 'What is it that your lord father wished to relay?’

‘The first is to repeat what I said when I first arrived, though you weren’t present for that. It is nothing you haven’t heard before. Simply, Gondor values Rohan as a friend and our alliance is something we hold with deep respect and honour.’

Grima smiles a bland smile. Boromir returns the sentiment. Grima continues to believe that his decision to like the lord was a wise one.

‘My father wishes me to say that while we reverence Rohan and wish for our friendship to continue in perpetuity, there is a small matter about lumber supplies requested.’

‘We’re not asking for a forest.’

The bland expression continues. ‘I understand, but my father has indicated that at this time we are unable to make any promises. It has to do with supply and need.’

‘I see.’

‘My father wishes to add that part of the issue is to do with raiding parties coming in along our eastern borders, a reality I am sure Rohan has had to deal with as well —’

‘You have my sympathies, my lord.’

‘Thank you. Now, our light cavalry has taken particularly hard hits recently, with a loss of good men and horses.’

‘Our condolences.’

Boromir pauses for a second then smiles, some evident amusement showing on his generally grave face. ‘If we could secure the eastern border, the integral shipping routes up the Anduin would be more reliable.’

‘I see.’ Grima laces his fingers and sits forward a fraction, elbows leaning on desk. ‘If it were up to me, my lord, you would have all the horses your heart could desire and more. I take Rohan’s commitments to Gondor seriously and only ever seek to ensure our two countries remain on amicable terms. However, there is a small matter about our own forces suffering similar blows as your fair country. But,’ he smiles, ‘let me speak with my king and see what can be done. There are, unfortunately, forces at work within the court that would like to see the Oath between our countries revised. It is against these voices, which carry some weight, I must contend.’

Boromir takes in Grima’s face then the room again. Grima floats from over his wine: ‘So, you’re traveling north.’ A long sip. ‘It’s a dangerous time to be alone on the road. We could arrange for someone to travel with you. I know a few who would be willing to take the journey.’

‘A kind offer, but I’ll not rob you of good men. I’ll be fine.’

___________________

‘Riddles,’ Grima muses, ‘I do enjoy a good riddle.’

‘I know it’s a Rohan speciality.’

Taking another sip of wine Grima considers a few options. ‘There are several that work in Westron, if you are interested, my lord.’

‘This is more my brother’s strength than mine, but sure, I’ll hear one.’

‘A strange thing I saw, thoroughly wrought, and wonderfully ornate — it was a wonder on the wave, water that became bone.’

The lord sits back in his chair and taps his thigh as he thinks it through. While he picks away at the riddle, Grima refills their glasses. This is only the second time Grima has met Lord Boromir, the first being many years ago and in a fleeting manner.

Even in the small room Grima has commandeered as his office, Boromir’s noble air remains. Nothing seems to diminish it - not even relaying somewhat demeaning messages from his father to a man of no rank or title. Truly, this is how Gondor’s kings of old must have looked. If the tales are anything to go by. In the manner that Eomer is how Grima assumes Eorl to have looked.

If only there were such leaders of men, now. Even if there was an Elendil or Eorl, Grima does not think they would be able to turn the inevitable tide of war.

Sauron is a wall of water, he will crash over everything in his path. Uprooting marble and stone as if they are a child’s play things.

And speaking of water, Boromir snaps his fingers with an air of self contentment. ‘Ice,’ he says. ‘It’s ice.’

Grima graciously nods, ‘Correct, my lord.’

‘I shall endeavour to remember that one. I think my brother would like it.’

‘And what is your riddle? If I may be so bold — of course, if it’s not wise to speak it out loud until you arrive before Lord Elrond, I would understand. Assuming it is, indeed, a literal riddle.’

Boromir tilts his head to the side, eyes calculating. Grima lets him do his internal arithmetic of trust. There is no reason Boromir could have to not trust Grima. He wishes to know because he is deathly curious and cannot resist a riddle; he also suspects it is something Saruman would find interesting.

‘It came in a dream,’ Boromir says at length. ‘To both my brother and I. Though Faramir had the dream three times, myself only once. It goes: Seek for the Sword that was broken; in Imladris it dwells. There shall be taken counsels stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token that Doom is near at hand. For Isildur's Bane shall waken, and the Halfling forth shall stand.’

Grima frowns, sitting back with wine held between hands. He mouths over the words. Sword that was broken — well, that would be Isildur’s, surely? There are plenty of broken swords in this world, but if two lords of Gondor had a dream it would be reasonable to assume it is Isildur that the dream makes reference. Not Cartagan or Adalbern or any Eotheod mythical hero with a broken sword.

And Isildur’s sword being with the elves makes sense, considering his role in the Last Alliance.

Counsels stronger than Morgul-spells? He hasn’t the foggiest what that could mean. Elven magic is strong, to be sure, but strong enough to counter Sauron? Unlikely.

A token that doom is near at hand? He passes on to Isildur’s Bane. This he knows, for he has heard Saruman make mention of it. There is only one thing that could be considered the bane of that ill-fated king: the one ring.

Sauron’s ring.

Evidently, it has been found.

And what does Lord Boromir mean to do? bring it to Gondor, of course. Which can only end in ruin. No one can control the ring. If there is one thing he learned from the few tales he dug up on it in Saruman’s collection, it’s that only one being can wield the ring, only the dark lord can bend it to his will.

This is folly.

Grima lets out a sigh. ‘I’m sorry my lord, that’s a hard one. I can’t think of what it could mean. But I’m sure the elves will be of greater help. They are wise and, even though the wise cannot see all ends, they have greater sight than you or I.’

What struck Isildur down, Saruman once asked.

Arrogance and pride, Grima supplied. And bad luck.

His Bane was not that, Saruman replies, patient and calm. If not a little amused. His fall was caused by a trinket of Sauron’s. He thought he could control it. Few can.

A trinket of Sauron’s?

And Saruman smiled.

______________________________

There are some riddles that have no answer. Eomer wonders if Boromir’s is one such example. The lord left this morning with a horse gifted by the king, though Theodred made it clear it was his to gift. Eomer merely passed on his blessings for a good journey. And, he said as Boromir swung up onto Frealaf, I want to hear about the elves when you return.

I’ll be sure to tell you all about them. You and your uncle’s advisor.

Eomer frowned, What? Grima wants to know of the elves?

He spent an hour talking about them last night.

I’m sorry you were stuck next to him at table. I tried to rescue you.

Boromir shrugged. He was attempting to be helpful, I think.

This is the problem, Eomer complains to himself, Grima is also a riddle. Wrapped in a blanket of darkness impenetrable to light. And even if he could see, he doubts there’d be an answer.

The man wasn’t wrong when he warned Eomer off from spreading slander without proof. What proof has Eomer of Grima’s supposed misdeeds? Nothing. Well, nothing firm.

He thinks he’s seen Grima work magic over his uncle. But that could have been a trick of the light. He thinks he’s seen him send pigeons to Isengard but, the bird could have been going anywhere north. He is certain he’s seen Grima returning from a visit to the white wizard, but again — he could have been coming back from anywhere north of Edoras. He is lawspeaker, after all. Sometimes he is called away to lend aid in legal disputes that cannot wait until the Witan.

There are threads, he cannot yet weave with them.

It makes him feel half-mad.

‘Falconing, cousin?’ Theodred asks. ‘Shall we go out today?’

Eomer blinks back to the present. To Theodred waiting with mild amusement writ across his face. Older than Eomer by twelve years, Theodred is the brother Eomer always wished he had.

‘I’m afraid I can’t,’ Eomer pulls a face. ‘Must return to Aldburg and be dutiful.’

‘What’s another day?’

‘I’ve been away too long as it is. My senechal is going to chain me to the mead hall at this rate.’

Theodred smiles, cuffs Eomer’s cheek. ‘You work too hard, cuz. Eowyn’s complained of it, too. That she hardly sees you. So she’s stuck with me and father and we’re no fun.’

Eomer shrugs this off. Says that Eowyn is happier here than in Aldburg, there’s more activity. Anyway, what have they to talk about? He’s no fun, either. Leading Fyrfot from the stall to join Eothain who sits with his eored, awaiting the order to ride out, Eomer thinks to ask Theodred if he has any suspicions. Perhaps he should put it to his cousin, to certify if he’s over-thinking or not.

‘Has Grima seemed...well, his usual self, to you?’ Eomer tries, keeping his voice low.

‘How do you mean?’

‘I don’t know how to explain it. Has he seemed...more secretive?’

‘I don’t think so. I mean, he keeps his cards close, but that’s always been his way. Why? Do you think he’s up to something? Perhaps he has a lady tucked away somewhere.’ Theodred snorts, ‘Not that any woman would want to mistress him with his looks.’

‘Oh, it’s nothing,’ Eomer flashes a smile, ‘I’m seeing things that aren’t there.’

Thedored tilts his head to the side with quizzical smile. That isn’t like Eomer, to see things that aren’t there. But he supposes that there are first times for everything. ‘Anyway, safe journey.’ He pats Fyrfot’s neck. ‘When you’re next in town we should take a few days off from duty and carouse. You only live once and all.’

‘Sure,’ Eomer says. ‘I’ll be around in a few weeks, you know how it goes.’

#writing #lotr #lord of the rings #what makes a kyng #griomer #grima wormtongue #eomer #boromir #rohan is an entire country is the biggest Boromir fanclub

12 notes · View notes

average-guy-reviews · 2 years

Text

Halloween Ends (2022)

"Four years after her last encounter with masked killer Michael Myers, Laurie Strode is living with her granddaughter and trying to finish her memoir. Myers hasn't been seen since, and Laurie finally decides to liberate herself from rage and fear and embrace life. However, when a young man stands accused of murdering a boy that he was babysitting, it ignites a cascade of violence and terror that forces Laurie to confront the evil she can't control."

A film that is supposed to end a long-running franchise is always one to be looked at carefully. Does it live up to the previous films? Is it done in the appropriate style, honouring the way the films before were made? Are the characters still believable in-universe? In short this film answers all of these with a resounding yes.

I walked into this in the way everyone should. I was expecting certain things. I knew i wasn't going to see high-brow cinema. I went in with the Halloween franchise firmly in mind, not hoping for anything different, and I got everything I wanted......and more I hadn't seen coming. I'm going to avoid spoilers so won't say too much more about that. All I'll say is go in with the appropriate expectations and you shouldn't be disappointed.

Jamie Lee Curtis.......what can I say about one of the original Scream Queens? There are very few actors that can claim to have played the same role in a long running, successful, franchise over 44 years, and yet she has done just that. At the age of 20 she faced off against Michael Myers in one of cinema's most iconic slasher films. She has matured, as a person and as a performer, and this most recent Halloween trilogy has really shown that. She inhabits the skin of Laurie Strode as if she'd never taken it off all those years ago. She plays the role with all the years of terror, and weight, on her shoulders and she is magnificent as she does. She has had a long productive career with a lot of truly memorable roles, but for many people she will always be Laurie Strode....and I hope that is something she will always be proud of.

There is one very important thing to note.....unlike Halloween kills this is not a balls to the wall murder fest. Michael Myers, skilfully performed by James Jude Courtney, is not on screen anywhere near as much and, for me, that makes each and every time he appears even more menacing. Courtney has a difficult job. Making a mute character as menacing as he does, purely through his physical presence, must take a lot of intense practice. He pulls it off really well.

Andi Matichak comes back as Laurie's granddaughter for this third film and, along with Rohan Campbell as Corey, faces her own dark journey and struggles. Campbell is an interesting watch as his character struggles in his own life following an accident in which he causes the death of a young child.

There are so many things I could say. Things that are buzzing round my head, but they would all lead to spoilers so I shall let them buzz round my head until I can talk to someone that has seen it.

Overall this film gave me everything I wanted from it, along with some interesting surprises. Is it the best film in the world? No, but where does it rank in the Halloween franchise? For me it's near the top. Though, in a franchise that's had such a spotty history quality-wise, that may not be saying too much. It's getting a really solid 7.5/10 with a recommendation to most people to go see it...

As a slight addendum....as and when they do reboot the franchise (and someone will), please give it the respect it deserves as an icon of cinema, and please wait a decent length of time..

#michael myers #halloween #laurie strode #jamie lee curtis #james jude courtney #Slasher #horror thriller #Gore #movies #reviews #cinema #odeon

2 notes · View notes

animehime94 · 2 years

Text

My Ranking of JJBA Parts

From my favorite to least favorite, let's go!

Vento Aureo (Part 5): The fact that it takes place in Italy and has lots of likeable characters makes part 5 my favorite. Giorno is as kind as Jonathan and as ruthless as Dio. Truly interesting. I also really like Bucciarati, Doppio and Risotto. And here is a fun fact: When I watched this part for the first time, I got spoiled that Diavolo had an alter personality. But I thought it was Abbachio and I was shocked when he wasn't the big evil mafia boss lmao 🤣

Stardust Crusaders (Part 3): I really enjoy series where they travel the world, and enemy stand user of the week formula was interesting to me. There were a few times it felt repetitive though 😅 I really liked stands like Death 13 and D'arby Brothers too!

Diamond is Unbreakable (Part 4): I used to find this part boring, but when I rewatched it I loved it. Minor villains become side characters and Rohan is petty enough to let his house burn down 🤣 I find his relationship with Josuke funny.

Jojolion (Part 8): This could have been my number one. Gappy trying to find his identity and Yasuho being his sweet GF is wonderful. Rock humans and fruits plot is interesting. But unfortunately this part has the brainless incel Joshu and whenever I saw him, I wanted to go blind. He is a horrible simp who attempted to force himself on Yasuho every chance he gets 🤬

Battle Tendency (Part 2): I find Joseph overrated and something about him rubs me the wrong way. But I have to admit that he fought well against pillarmen.

Phantom Blood (Part 1): This part's plot is weaker compared to other parts, but Jonathan is an amazing Jojo. If the plot was better I would put this a few ranks higher.

And the bottom, the worst part award goes to... Stone Ocean (Part 6): Jolyne is powerful and determined to save Jotaro. FF is best girl and Anasui is much more tolerable compared to Joshu. But I hate this part's enemy stands. They are too complicated to understand and I felt like I was tortured when I was watching Dragon's Dream. Plus the main cast is struggling in vain. What's the point of fighting so much if they can't stop the gay af priest? Then there is the asspull of Dio having more sons than Giorno yet him or his GER not being there to trap Pucci in a loop. Or not even knowing about his evil siblings.

As for SBR (Part 7) I can't rank it. Because I haven't seen it yet and it would be unfair if I tried to comment based on my very limited knowledge.

#jojo #jojo's bizarre adventures #jjba #jjba spoilers #vento aureo #stardust crusaders #diamond is unbreakable #battle tendency #phantom blood #stone ocean #jojolion #sbr

1 note · View note

helpimhyperfixating · 3 years

Text

Sneak Attack In Morioh - Jotaro x Reader

Word Count: 1767

The Speedwagon Foundation had silently snuck you into Morioh on the same boat as Mr. Joestar. The only difference was no one was awaiting your arrival. Spending the entire time in the hull, you waited and bided your time until you could silently and unnoticeably slip off board and into Morioh.

There was something going on in S-city and since Morioh was located not too far from it, you had been put on the same boat, only to travel to S-city at night.

That was the plan at least.

Slipping from the hull onto the deck, you looked over the docks, only to freeze in your steps. The one person you didn't want to encounter in your trip through Morioh was standing right there, looking out at sea.

Jotaro Kujo, your longtime friend.

You and him had been through hell and back together. First in high school, then fighting DIO, then college and other roaming Stand users; you went through it all with him. So, if he knew you were here and where you were going, he would either try to stop you, or want to come with you. Neither were a viable option at the moment. If he were to spot you, his stubbornness and persuasive abilities would certainly mean your stealth mission would end. And so you immediately brought out your Stand, manipulating the light and making yourself invisible.

You knew Jotaro knew your Stand better than anyone else. Almost as well as you did. So you knew you had to hightail it out of there before he figured out you were there, despite the fact that you were near invisible to the naked eye.

With a quick move you hopped off the boat and stayed low as you ran, making near to no noise as you got out of there, Jotaro never moving from his spot by the water.

- - - -

Running through the streets, you looked behind yourself only to barrel straight into someone.

The sudden impact caused you to lose concentration and your Stand dissipated, fading back into your body after releasing the invisibility.

"Ow." You whined childishly as you had landed harshly on your butt. Looking up, you saw a man with green hair and stylish clothing. His face held an expression of shock before it turned more serious, glaring at you - or more precisely, where your Stand had been.

Immediately getting up you looked at him with slightly widened eyes. He was most definitely a Stand user.

Taking note of his stance, you jumped into a defensive pose. And you were right to, for not even a second later, the man jumped forward.

"Heaven's Door!"

A Stand popped out from him but you were faster. Jumping backwards, you vaulted onto your hands and pushed yourself as far away as possible, summoning your Stand to send a glare of light at him and blind him so you could run away.

You had no time for this right now, if you weren't at the train station in 4 minutes you'd miss the train and have to wait until the morning for another, meaning missing your target and also being at risk of being discovered by those in Morioh. And so you booked it.

- - - -

Eight hours. That was all it took for you to complete the mission you were given. Someone had stolen important research from the Speedwagon Foundation and you were tasked with bringing it back. When you arrived at the scene, relief washed over you to see they had not been able to crack the lock of the briefcase where the information was in yet.

Getting only minimal injuries, mainly a knife cut on your arm from one of the scientists when you first took hold of the briefcase, you got out of there in record time without setting off any further alarms or causing more uproar.

All in all, a mission well done.

And now here you were, handing the briefcase over to the people of the Speedwagon Foundation on the boat.

"Thank you, Miss L/N. We are departing in about an hour."

"That's alright. I think I'm going to stay here in Morioh though, you never know when you might need an extra ally. So I'm going to stay here and help Dr. Kujo."

"Very well. Stay safe."

"You too!" You waved at the man before sprinting away from the docks.

It was now about 9AM and you figured it was about time to visit your friend. A perfect plan then came into your mind. This man had never been scared or surprised. No matter what you tried, everything failed. But now? He had no clue you were here. This time it should work! Right?

Using your Stand to turn yourself invisible again, you walked into the town, only to see the green-haired man again. He was talking to a kid with a pompadour while looking very disgusted.

Curious, you snuck closer.

"I need Mr. Kujo's phone number." Holy shit you hit the Jackpot. "I encountered a Stand user last night but she disappeared almost immediately. She has to be on the loose here somewhere." Ah, that's less fortunate.

"Why don't I phone him and we can meet up."

"Oi, Josuke!"

Two boys came running up to the pair you were observing, one of them very short while the other had scars over his face.

This was getting very busy now so you moved back a little bit. Letting them all do their thing. The one named Josuke phoned Jotaro and you saw him nod a few times before hanging up and motioning the others to follow.

Taking that as your que, you silently moved along, staying far enough away to not let any possible sound you made be noticed, but close enough that you wouldn't lose them. You didn't concern yourself with their conversation because it wasn't really your business, and if they were talking about you being enemy? Well then that would have to do for now. That misconception would hopefully be cleared up soon.

Following them for twenty minutes, you reached a hill and all the way at the top, you could already see your target waiting there.

Making sure you stayed behind the small group of boys you had been following, you hid completely from his view to make sure he really wouldn't spot you. There were very few signs how you could see where you were when invisible, but Jotaro knew them all. So, hiding was your best bet.

As you approached though, you could feel the maniacal grin growing on your face. You were on a hill. It was prime material to jump him and push him down it. Now that had to surprise him for sure, right?

Just then, they all congregated and you focused back on the here and now.

After sharing a few greetings, the green haired man got straight to the point. "Last night I encountered a Stand user. They bumped into me and I saw their Stand. When I tried to use Heaven's Door they somehow were fast enough to jump back and escape my range before blinding me and disappearing."

"They anticipated Heaven's Door?" The short one spoke up while you walked a little backwards, positioning yourself there where you could perfectly have a running start at the man in white. There was a gap between the green haired man and the one named Josuke for some reason but it provided you with a perfect path right towards your target.

"They must have. So it is safe to bet they know of our abilities. And now they're just roaming around, somewhere out there."

"Rohan." Jotaro interjected and you quickly got in a stance, ready to go. "You said they blinded you and disappeared? How?"

Knowing that if you didn't hurry you'd be exposed, you ran.

"Indeed. There was a glare of light and-" Whatever Rohan was about to say was interrupted when Jotaro suddenly flew backwards, the exact Stand user they had been talking about appearing out of thin air, having tackled the marine biologist.

Jotaro let out a noise of surprise, summoning Star Platinum and using the World mid-air before looking down to see you, a giddy yet evil grin on your face.

The utter surprise at seeing you actually here caused him to have no time left to do anything else so when time started moving again, he just fell down, making contact with the hill as he started rolling down it together with you.

"Mr. Jotaro!"

"Mr. Kujo!"

"Ah!"

Several shouts of surprise rang out as the two of you barrelled down the hill but you quickly came to a stop, you on top of Jotaro and laughing while Jotaro was on the bottom still a little stunned.

Quickly sitting up so you were sitting on his stomach, you pumped your fists in the air, shouting. "Fucking gottem!!!"

The Duwang, who had been running down the hill to reach the two of you, stopped in their tracks, seeing such a dumb yet lighthearted display.

They were even more surprised when Star Platinum appeared and lightly pushed you to the side, causing you to face plant in the grass while Jotaro stood up, completely unharmed.

"Oi, Jotaro that was mean!" You said as you lifted your face from the grass.

"It's your own fault." Was all he said back as he dusted himself off before looking over his back at his coat and sighing loudly. "You ruined my coat."

"Hehe, sorry. But hey, admit it, I got you! Surprised to see me here?" You waggled your eyebrows.

"Consider me confounded." He deadpanned and you pouted. "Josuke, do you mind?" He turned to the pompadour kid and said kid seemed to snap out of his stupor, stepping forward and bringing out his Stand for Jotaro, never really taking his surprised eyes off of you.

You watched the Stand remove all the green grass stains from his coat and softly 'ooh'ed at it, in awe by the Stand.

"Alright, who are you?" Rohan then glared at you and you squeaked a little at the hostility in his look.

"This is Y/N L/N, an old friend of mine." Jotaro introduced you, motioning his hand to you.

Slyly smiling to yourself, you grabbed onto his hand, making him turn his head to face you and sigh, getting your meaning as he pulled you up from the ground without any visible effort.

"Friend?!" Josuke exclaimed in shock while you let go of Jotaro's hand, dusting yourself off.

"Why are you here, Y/N?"

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jjba #jjba part 4 #jojo x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #duwang #bit of an older one but still like it :)

278 notes · View notes

gothiclov · 3 years

Text

General romantic headcanons for pt2. Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Pt4. Jotaro Kujo, and Rohan Kishibe

Heyyy Ms Gurl!! ;)

I was hoping you could write some head-cannons for a few people, more specifically Caesar, Young Joseph, Part 4 Jotaro, and Rohan. I don’t have any theme I want specifically so you can get as creative as you’d like since ik your head cannons are just the absolute best. Thanks once again bestie I’m lovin your account, keep up the great work love <3

OMG YES!!! My first request from my bestie anything for you hehe thanks so much for always being my biggest supporter and giving me the courage to start this blog ILYSM <3

(To the anon request I got I’ll post it soon!)

𝒞𝒶𝑒𝓈𝒶𝓇 𝒵𝑒𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓁𝒾

♡He’s obviously very romantic, despite him being a player I feel like once he finds someone he really likes he’d definitely cherish you.

♡Caesar wouldn’t try to romance you the way he had with other women he’d put so much thought into everything he did for you.

♡I feel like he’s a very observant person if he knew you prefer sunflowers over roses he’d buy them for you all the time just to see you smile or he’d get you a necklace with your favorite colored gem.

♡HE LOVES SLOW DANCING- any opportunity he gets to hold you close and dance he’d take it even if it’s in the middle of a crowd he doesn’t care he just loves you so much.

♡Okay so even if Caesar has a soft spot for you he’d still be stern with you, if you aren’t sleeping right or doing too much work he’d lecture you on the importance of being healthy and getting enough rest.

♡He is so cocky though he acts better than Joseph but he’s just as childish Caesar would go out of his way to show that you’re his to the point where it’s kind of embarrassing.

♡He probably loves cooking and is very good at it because he didn’t really have his dad around so he was forced to learn himself.

♡Long romantic walks in the city are his favorite, Caesar loves to hold you close to him and listen to you talk.

♡In conclusion, he is boyfriend material 110%

𝒥𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽 𝒥𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇

♡Absolute dumbass you’re basically babysitting smh. (But he’s a hot dumbass)

♡He is literally huge and no matter how tall you are he will legit just throw you over his shoulder and carry you EVERYWHERE.

♡He’s so touchy even in public so you better be prepared to be kissed all over your face he doesn’t care who is around hell he’d even do it infront of your parents.

♡He’s used to being the flirty one so if you flirt back… he’s a different person and suddenly super shy.

♡If you aren’t wild he isn’t for you because he 100% loves to do dumb things for fun.

♡ “I’ll do it if you do it”

♡One time you guys got banned from a restaurant…

♡Joseph is literally so immature he’d kiss you in front of Caesar and flip him off because he’s dating the hottest person ever.

♡Even though he’s pretty wild and loud he can be really soft when he’s sad or tired honestly I just picture him coming up to you and putting his head on your lap asking you to run your hands through his hair.

♡He loves hearing praise from you in every way because he looks up to you.

♡Joseph goes to you for advice whenever he can when it comes to anything because he loves hearing your input.

♡GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY/ HIMBO BYE WE LOVE IT.

𝒥𝑜𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑜 𝒦𝓊𝒿𝑜

♡Part four Jotaro is so mellow unlike his teenage years.

♡He is literally the definition of tough on the outside softie on the inside.

♡Jotaro isn’t good with his words and sometimes gets embarrassed so he shows physical affection quite often because that’s how his mom raised him.

♡Even though he doesn’t often speak sweet nothings to you he shows his love by doing small tasks just to make your life easier or asks you to spend time with him whether it be going out or sitting by him while he works.

♡I know I said he shows physical affection often but this happens ONLY when you guys are alone because he finds PDA awkward but he would hold your hand or waist while walking that’s it though-

♡One time you kissed his cheek in public and he got so red and almost fainted pls save him Y-Y

♡Everyone thinks Jotaro would date someone who’s super cutesy and sweet but hear me out I think he’d love someone who can be chaotic at times as long as you’re serious when you need to be.

♡He is so protective of you and it gets out of hand sometimes +-+

♡ “No thanks Jotaro I think I can walk five minutes to the grocery store alone…”✋😐

♡ “What if someone attacks you? I’m coming too.”

♡Joots does NOT care if you’re a stand user and extremely strong, he just gets paranoid but will respect your boundaries if it bothers you.

♡Being in a relationship with him takes lots of time and effort if you weren’t friends before hand but it’s so worth it he’s very sweet and will go out of his way to make you happy.

♡If you like something that’s sold out he would buy it off someone for 2x the price just to see you smile T-T

♡Your best dates are where you just enjoy each other’s presence and snuggle.

♡If you both are college students you better believe you’re both chugging monsters and eating takeout side by side at 3 AM while finishing your work.

♡Bro pls don’t tease him too much in any situation he’ll just give up at one point and be like :/

♡HOLLY, SUZIE, AND JOSEPH ADORE YOU

𝑅𝑜𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾𝒷𝑒

♡Listen bro I think Rohan would love a s/o who has a bunch of plants so he can steal them and study them for his manga-

♡ “Rohan did you take my succulents again…”

♡ “No of course not…”

♡ Everyone knows Rohan is like… super rich so definitely be prepared to go on a bunch of trips together so he can get “inspiration” totally not just because he wants to take you somewhere and spend time with you.

♡When he first realized he had feelings for you he avoided you like the plague until it accidentally slipped out when you confronted him.

♡ “Y/N for the last time will you just leave me alone it’s so frustrating because I can’t focus on my work when you’re around and make my feelings grow fonder.”

♡ “… YOU LIKE ME?!”

♡ “NO UH THAT CAME OUT WRONG!!”

♡ “Well, that’s too bad because I also have feelings for you.”

♡ “… wait really?”

♡Rohan isn’t the best with words… at all he’s kind of used to being snooty so honestly just be patient he has good intentions he’s awkward smh.

♡It took the life out of him to tell you he loved you and was like a year into your relationship.

♡ “Even though you’re far too loud I love you I guess.”

♡ The softest moment the two of you shared happened when you had a horrible week so he took you to the most beautiful spot just outside of Moriho which was on top of a mountain that was far above the small town with a perfect view of greenery mixed with lights of the town. You both watched it in silence as the sunset and he held you close under a warm blanket reassuring you in the best way he could.

♡ He draws you when you least expect it, his favorite sketch of you is where you’re dead asleep on the couch while drooling.

♡Even though he won’t outwardly admit it you mean the world to him.

#joseph joestar x reader #joseph joestar headcanons #jojo imagines #jojo headcanons #jojo x reader #jotaro headcanons #jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #jotaro imagine #caesar zeppeli x reader #caesar zeppeli headcanons #rohan x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo x y/n #rohan kishibe headcanons #rohan headcanons #submission

382 notes · View notes

sslow-dancer · 3 years

Text

“Be Quiet.” (Rohan Kishibe x Fem Reader)

Warnings: dubcon, degradation/humiliation, fingering, edging, slight spanking, slapping, nsfw

tags: fxm, rohan kishibe x fem reader, dom!rohan x sub!reader, nsfw, smut

Description: When you accidentally disrupt Rohan’s train of thought when drawing his latest manga, he has his own ways of punishing you for doing so.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been over a month since you and Rohan last got intimate. Ever since he released his newest manga, he’s choosen to spew out new chapters and volumes left and right like no other mangaka has instead of paying attention to you or really anyone who comes by the Kishibe house.

With all this information, it honestly made you very upset. You were never really the clingy type prior and after dating Rohan, but with all that’s been going on in and outside the home, you couldn’t help but mourn him even though he was in the office right next to your room.

When free, you’d do your best to take him out to dinner or have him hang out with friends like Josuke and Koichi (though of course he’d automatically refuse if Josuke is even slightly mentioned of coming to your hangout). Either way, it didn’t work. You knew he could be the cold type but hearing him repeatedly say no over and over again for weeks finally made you completely hopeless.

It’s now present time, you lie in your bed silently humming to a tune while reading a book. Rohan is of course in his office drawing up god knows what chapter he’s on. You yawn at the thought of taking a nap. You rub at your eyes as you place your book on the nightstand, sighing as you look at the time. He should be coming to bed by now, you think.

You go to remove your shirt, leaving you in a soft pink nightgown with pink shorts under. You have only been sleeping in this gown for a short while, a small voice in the back of your mind telling you to wear it to impress Rohan and possibly make him have other thoughts. Though you’re not sure yourself if pink and small frills is his thing, you wore it anyway to see if anything would or will happen.

You walk over to Rohan’s office, silently opening the door to see what he was doing.

“Rohannie...” you call out in a sweet voice, closing the door behind you. You were probably the only person in the world that was allowed to call your boyfriend that (though he did briefly mention that an old friend of his called him that back in the day).

Rohan looks up from his desk, keeping his face turned away from you. He sighs putting down his pen,

“Be quiet.”

You frown, placing your hands behind your back.

“Did you even knock? Did I allow you to come in?”

You’re taken aback by his sterness, you answer anyway,

“No I just thought-“

“You, “I just thoughtt”, what?”

He’s turned his chair; facing you now and clearly mocking your words and tone. You purse your lips, turning to exit back to your room. You yelp when you feel a hand aggressively pull you back from your wrist, their grip strong. It was Rohan’s hand, you hear the words “Heaven’s Door” before blacking out.

~ Time Skip ~

You wake up, the only thing in sight being the wooden ceilings of your home. You were on the floor, your gown bunched up to your chest and shorts slightly rising up your abdomen.

You couldn’t remember what had happened before you ended up here. You rub at your temple as you try to remember until your thoughts are disrupted by a pair of familiar hands on both sides of your waist. Before you even have time to fully react, you feel your ass resting on Rohan’s lap, his breath ghosting over your face as he goes to rub at your inner thigh.

You moan, your touch depriveness slowly wanting to leave your body. You close your eyes as he moves closer to your sex. Rohan hums, his lips forming into a smirk once he turns his soft rubbing to full on spanking. You gasp at this, immediately opening your eyes to wiggle against him; to let him know you didn’t like this. He only chuckles, keeping a firm grip on your thigh and placing his other hand on your face, caressing your cheek lightly as he speaks,

“Not fun being ripped away from your thoughts, huh? Well, don’t think I’ll stop my actions for you, you dumb slut. I’ll stop when I’m satisfied.” he glides his thumb across your lips, keeping his pointer under your chin. He smirks once again, slapping you across the face.

You squeal, raising your hands up to push him away. He prevents you from doing this by grinding his hardness against you, using your desperateness as a manipulative tactic to not let you get away. You miserably fall for this, resting your arms over his shoulders as you feel your wetness seep through your panties as he continues to make you grind into him.

“Huh...you really are naive. You’re being forced to stay here with me but instead of fighting back, you stay anyway because you don’t want to be alone and haven’t been touched like this by me in weeks. You do anything when you’re desperate, I guess my stand never does lie.”

You ignore his words, wanting him to continue his dry thrusting. He goes on,

“You’re so stupid, you look stupid. Look it here,” he pulls down your gown, revealing your breasts, your nipples hardening as they meet the cool air. He grabs at one, aggressively perking up your nipple with his pointer and middle finger, he looks up at you with hungry eyes, “you’re always flaunting them. Secretely wanting all the guys and girls in all of Morioh to look at them. Quick thinking you only do it for me, you do it for everyone. You’re a whore to everyone and anyone.”

“Stop it, Rohan!”

“For the second time, I’ll stop when I want to!”

Rohan pulls your back against his chest, ripping way the middle of your gown with ease so he can get easier access towards your breasts. He gropes at them harshly as he forcefully puts his lips over yours, preventing you from breathing normally. You mumble loudly, he groans in frustration,

“I should’ve written for you to cooperate. Though I’m too lazy to do that now...I guess I’ll just have to make you like it.” he says as he bites your lip to shush your mumbling. You gasp for air once he finally lets go.

While you to try to collect yourself, he bunches up your panties and shorts to the side and inserts two of his fingers inside you. You whimper at the sudden fullness of your sex. Your fluids already embarrassingly pooling down the base of his fingers. Rohan laughs,

“So you do like it, huh? Already so wet for me even before I even touched you. Let’s see how long I can torture you before you cum. So pathetic...”

He inserts a third finger, your legs shaking more than they ever have now. You do your best to balance yourself over his lap by putting both hands on the handles of his chair. God forbid what’d he do if you collapsed against him.

He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you. You blush at the lewd sounds coming from your pussy, progressively getting louder and wetter as he picks up his pace. You begin to feel sweat drip down from your forehead, tears collecting at your eyes as you recognize the coming of an orgasm. You plead,

“Rohan, please! Please let me cum!”

“What?”

“Please! I’ll do anything!”

“Do anything, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Then how about you learn... how not to disturb me!”

He once again slaps you across the face. You moan at the sensation the pain gives you, cumming all over his crotch area. He snakes an arm around your waist, pushing your sensitive clit down onto his hardness. You hiss at actions, resting your head against his shoulder to avoid focusing on what’s going on beanth you. He raises his fingers up to your mouth,

“Open.”

You oblige, sucking his fingers clean. He pats your jaw, laughing as he goes to poke and fiddle with your lips.

“It’s a shame you’re a little good-for-nothing whore, you look so pretty when you follow my orders.”

He pushes you off his lap, your body making a loud thud once it meets the floor. You kneel in front of him, holding your hand out to unzip his flyer, he stops you,

“Not now, I still have work to do. I can take care of it myself. Besides, those lips don’t deserve to be anywhere near my dick, anyway.”

You keep your eyes low as you pick yourself up. Your legs shaking as you open the door, you look up to see if Rohan is watching you. He isn’t. He’s back to drawing again. You sigh stepping out back to your room.

“Make sure you close the door behind you.” he calls out.

You oblige.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Now I usually don’t write these at the end of my scenarios but holy shit! Did you guys like it? This is my first time writing dubcon and I’m kind of proud of myself. Obviously I’m still learning but I think it’s one of the best writings I’ve done in a while. Anyway, if you’re reading this know that both sfw and nsfw scenarios are still available to request! Thanks for reading x

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo imagines #jojo x reader #jojo x oc #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe x reader #jojo part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #jojo smut #jjba x y/n #jjba x reader #jjba part 4 #jjba smut #oneshot #not sfw #smut #dubcon/noncon #fem reader

323 notes · View notes

thatsthetriick · 3 years

Text

(Y/n) as Josuke’s Twin Headcanons

Summary: In a alternative universe where you were the unexpected other half of Josuke. Header photo: My little monster

Being Josuke’s Twin

↷ Even though Josuke is kind and tries to be cool at all time( when no one insults his hair), you and Josuke would still argue constantly, mostly you two would argue about the comb, either you or Josuke would be too lazy to buy a new comb so the both of you only share a singular comb that’s because you care too much of your hair, you unfortunately don’t have a cool and unique hairstyle you just really care about your hair. ↷Never in your life you’ve insulted his hair because you found it pretty cool yourself that he is able to pull off a sick style like that so you tease him in other ways. ↷ Both of you are the same grade but both of you don’t look related at all, you might have features that belong to your father more unlinke Josuke who mostly got his features from his mother, including personality. ↷ When you heard the news that your father was coming you were honestly excited, you just wanted to see your father that’s all and all those stories where your mom said that you had some of his traits made you feel excited and made you feel like you’ll instantly be friends with him. Though you cover this up and make everyone think that you’ll only use your father for his money for some reason. ↷ Your stand is the opposite of Crazy Diamond, if Josuke can fix you can keep breaking things. ↷ You and Josuke are hella cheap and both of you would be so hype if you receive a huge amount of money, and the two of you would probably waste it away immediately. ↷ You don’t obviously hang out with your brother’s little friend gang 24/7, you found four best friends and mostly hang out with them and talk about all sorts of things. ↷ You and Josuke honestly have a normal sibling relationship honestly, constant fights here and there and knowing each other’s boundaries and not passing it (such as stealing each other’s money, or insulting Josuke’s hair :’d) ↷ Unlike Josuke you’d get along with Rohan and read his mangas a lot and you’ll probably side with Rohan whenever the two get into arguments just to make your brother upset, but you don’t mind helping Josuke win a gamble with Rohan ↷ If you passed away Josuke would be hella devastated it would feel like he lost a part of him, he would continue his habits like not knocking to your room to get something just for him to realize you weren’t there anymore. He would be hella pissed as well and would motivate him to find your killer and avenge you. The topic of you would be sensitive with you. ↷ You were a calm person compared to Josuke and didn’t lash out because of hairstyles or anything, but what pisses you off is when someone talks badly about your friends which triggers that Josuke side of you. ↷ Once Joseph arrives in Morioh you’ll probably just watch him sit around or watch TV, hestating to talk to him and would just walk away till there are times where he approaches you and that’s when the two of you talk and you really treasure those moments, you’ve always envied people who had a fatherly bond with their fathers so you really appreciated talking to Joseph ↷ Okuyasu has the hots for you and Josuke would just tell him to stop saying weird things about his sister such as, “Cut it out dude.” ↷ Koichi sticks with you when he can’t find anyone else to hangout, he honestly likes hanging out with you, it’s calming and you two would walk in the more serene parts of Morioh during the day time and he personally likes those moments and would never forget it. Though there is a chance Yukako would be pissed at you for doing this. ↷ Just like Josuke you’re very polite towards Jotaro even though he was your nephew he was still older. ↷ When you and Josuke were younger you two still got severely sick that really worried your mom, Tomoko. She was in the verge of tears since she was worried she would lose you and Josuke, but thanks to that mysterious man with a pompadour you two were saved and till this day you search for him around the world with the help of the SWF(speedwagon foundation) thanks to politely asking Jotaro. You dedicated your adult years finding him and trying to repay him back, who knows if you did. ↷ As an adult though you still visited Josuke from time to time, he was your other half you couldn’t leave him for too long but you still search of the man who saved both of your lives, you would probably so excited to tell Josuke after you’ll find him but basically you’ll be travelling a lot when you become an adult.

Idea by @moodycore, thanks luv <3 Feel free to request!

235 notes · View notes

sohin-ace · 3 years

Text

※ A walk with the Jojos

Inspired by a 'A walk with BTS' meme scenario I found somewhere.

Gender neutral and Aromantics friendly :)

-----

Jotaro: Puts his coat over your shoulders when it gets cold.

A gust of cold wind flew past you and Jotaro as you both strolled down the streets of his hometown peacefully. A sharp shudder coursed through you, goosebumps almost painful on your sensitive skin.

Oh how you wished you brought a jacket or at least your school uniform cardigan with you. The early days of spring had started sunny and trustworthy, but of course, the temperature had to drop on you on that very special day.

Your incessant rubbing of your arms and duck of your head didn't go unnoticed by Jotaro next to you. He was aware of the cold and could see from the corner of his eyes how flushed your fingers were and how you winced with every blow of the unforviging wind.

The boy didn't think twice and sighed, proceeding to shake his long gakuran off of his broad shoulders.

You didn't even notice he was disrobing until you felt heavy and warm fabric suddenly weight down on your shoulders, enveloping you, the loud clanking of chains accompanying the movement.

You looked up at the tall male, pleasantly surprised yet also confused, and he only grumbled in response, looking straight forward.

"Yare yare daze... You could have just asked you know."

You never dared. You couldn't dare. After all, it was your problem that you forgot your jacket at home. It surely wasn't Jotaro's job to fix your mistakes, you thought. You wouldn't bother him for such a trivial matter, no matter how close you were. Of course, Jotaro did not share that mindset at all.

You always wondered how he managed to notice every little changes about you and every single reactions while also acting so nonchalant and careless. Behind his rough appearance and act, you loved Jotaro for his selflessness and his unmatched kindness.

You sighed in bliss as you hugged his jacket closer, so warm and soft around you. What a relief it was for your cold skin, it felt like his very own rare embrace.

It smelled just like him, too. You usually weren't a fan of the smell of nicotine and would often tease him for it, but when it was so deliciously mixed with his foreign cologne and his natural scent, it felt like something close to heaven to you. Something comforting, safe, and incredibly gentle.

His jacket was gigantic compared to you and you were sure you looked like a fool wearing this unfitting blanket, swallowing you and making you look even smaller and ridiculous than you already were next to him.

"Thank you Jotaro." You grinned, appreciative towards this kind giant, who you were grateful to always have your back whenever you needed, without even having to ask him.

He responded with a subtle nod before grabbing your shoulder and keeping his strides forward, seemingly satisfied with his good deed and with your smile.

Joseph: Accidentally trips you when he turns to talk to you.

It wasn't unusual for Joseph to blabber on his bizarre adventures. With all the things he had lived, he always had something to recount.

You'd always tell him to write a book about all his plights, but then you'd remember the guy barely had enough braincells to even put two and two together and instantly drop the idea.

Today was just a normal day in New York City, you had been strolling around with the behemoth, listening intently, or rather, tiredly as he rambled ceaselessly.

You were stuck between loving all his crazy stories and being annoyed at his obnoxious and theatrical, 'Jojo-fied', as you liked to call it, storytelling.

"And then he said 'You'll never touch the ground ever again Joseph Joestar!' but look who's in outer space now, huh?!" He yelled out, making a few heads turn with his exaggerated hand gestures and booming voice.

You nodded your head and responded with very basic 'Uh huh's and 'Oh's, as well as 'That's cool' and whatnot. Not like you didn't care for what he was saying, but you just couldn't figure what to tell him. Also, the unnecessary attention you were getting was quite flustering too.

"GASP! Y/N I ALMOST FORGOT!! I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU THE BEST PART YET!!!"

Before you could even process what was happening, Joseph forcefully turned towards you, gasping loudly and intenting to grab your already very well-gripped attention.

But the brute was so clumsy about it, he kicked his unreasonably thick leg in front of your much smaller feet, not warning you as you kept walking, only to trip over him with a yelp that you'd never forget.

"YEEEK-!"

"WOAAH-!!"

With an even louder scream, Joseph tried his best to grab you before you could kiss New York City's piss tainted ground, yanking you to your feet as best as he could, which was more than enough with the strength the man had.

He eventually held you against his chest firmly, his arms belted more than securely around your shoulders and back, shocked and scared that if he loosened his grip even the slightest, you'd either fly away or just collapse.

You panted with adrenaline after regaining your balance and barely left him any time to laugh at your demise or even react at all.

"JOJO YOU FREAKING DUMBASS!!!" You hollered all your fury, pushing yourself off of him, "I ALMOST DIED HERE!!!!"

Joseph cowered in fear as you proceeded your attacks on his poor arms, chest and face. He yelped in pain, desperately putting his arms up in front of him in hopes to shield himself from your unstoppable slapping. For someone with such small hands, you sure hit hard.

"Ow ow ow stop please! This is abuse!! I'm sorry-Ow! Please, n-not there~ ACK- OKAY FINE I'LL STOP!!!"

Josuke: Notices your shoe lace in untied and ties it for you.

In the small, crazy, noisy and bizarre town that was Morioh, there was a famous legend running.

"That if your boyfriend kneels down to tie your shoelaces for you, they'll never come undone ever again! Do you believe that?" You chuckled, barely paying any attention to your surroundings.

Josuke strolled mindlessly next to you, half listening, half not. You were well aware that boys like him often had a hard time paying attention for more than a minute unless it was about sports, video games, or a very big pair of boobs.

"Hmmh, yeah. Crazy stuff..." He mumbled, looking blankly forward, his eyes catching passing cars and boutiques but his ears catching none of your words.

"Hey... Are you even listening?" You glared suspiciously at him, frustrated already. This boy could never concentrate.

"Oh tell me about it." He replied, not even knowing what he was even responding to. Eye twitching, you tested him one last time.

"Rohan has a really nice ass and I'm much better at Smash Bros than you'll ever be."

"Oh, absolutely. You know it!" He nodded, much to your great offense.

"Hey.. Josuke...!" You growled, ready to give him a good slap of reality, "Higashikata!!"

As if on cue, Josuke glanced down and noticed that your shoelaces were untied as you walked.

Without even thinking twice about it, Josuke moved his hands from where they were resting behind his neck and instantly brought one to your chest, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You shot him a puzzled look at his sudden behavior and he immediately bent over, getting down on one knee, on the floor, in front of you, without a care in the world, right in the middle of the street.

You looked down at him and gasped as you noticed he started tying up your poorly secured shoelaces that you didn't bother knotting properly in the morning.

"Oi-! Josuke, what are you doing?! Get up, it's fine I'll do it mysel-"

"Oh shush." He cut you off, handling the chords into cute and safe little bows on your shoes, like a knight, or a prince, happy to fulfill his duty.

You couldn't hold back your blush at the embarassing and impromptu situation. Your heart raced as you tried to get him to stand up, but he was adamant on helping you whether you were embarassed or not.

The boy was completely nonchalant about the ordeal, never caring about the weird looks you both were getting and the many whispers of 'how cute' and 'what an adorabe couple' people were gushing out.

You couldn't reciprocate the indifference. You knew Josuke was the serving type, and this was normal for him. To make your life easy, to treat you, to protect you.

And to fix you.

"... Are you sure you haven't been listening to me? I feel like you're hitting on me right now Jojo." You raised an eyebrow as he got up, proud of his handiwork.

His expression soon fell into a shocked one and he visibly stiffened, "Huh? What? No I'm not?!"

"You literally tied my shoelaces right after I told you that's a boyfriend thing to do!" You shot back and he blushed deep red, gasping at yout sudden assumptions.

"What??! It's not though!! I'm not- I wasn't even paying attention!"

"You're hitting on me, I'm telling Mr. Jotaro."

"NO DON'T TELL HIM!!!"

Jonathan: Carves his and your initials into a tree.

Jonathan had invited you to join him one afternoon in the usual place you both loved to hang out.

You two talked and walked around a path that you could call your little escape route. One you've used so much, you were pretty sure to be responsible for green-less trail that longed the riverside.

Very suddenly, Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks, without saying anything, effectively grabbing your attention.

"What's wrong, Jojo?" You asked, looking back at him.

Without a warning, he took out a small object from his pocket, smiling coyly at you. You were confused but your expression soon shifted when he pressed on a small mechanism that swiftly revealed a sharp, shiny blade.

You flinched and gasped, bringing a hand to your mouth in shock. "Jojo!! Why are you walking around with a pocket knife?! Are you crazy??!!"

He panicked at your reaction and got flustered, agitating his hands around, a dangerous gesture to make for someone holding a knife.

"N-no no no! Wait, Y/N! It's just- I mean, it's useful sometimes... I mean..." He blabbered, not knowing how to breathe between words anymore, "I don't use it... Or- well... I don't do weird things with it it's just-... I would never-... "

He stuttered anxiously, trying to justify himself, getting more and more stressed with your lack of response. Oh no, God, he didn't want to scare you off or lose you over something like this!

He would never forgive himself if you ever thought he were a dangerous man, or a delinquent, or worse, that he'd ever hurt you, and in such a cowardly way too.

He stopped panicking when you suddenly chuckled.

"Ooouh~ Oh my~" You sang teasingly, before pointing at him in playful accusation "Am I hanging out with a baaaad boy~? Jojo you nasty man!"

"S-... STOP IT!!" He cried out as you laughed your heart out, scared that somebody might hear you and take it the wrong way. "Just... Hold on..."

With the knife in his hand, he turned his back to you and started carving something in the tree trunk. You approached and tried to look over his shoulder, wondering what kind of nonsense he could be drawing in there.

"What is this?" You gently tapped his busy arm and he tried to hide his work from your nosy eyes.

"Wait! It's a surprise! I'm almost done... Just... A little bit..." He grunted a bit as he finished carving the blunt surface, "Aaannd.... Done!"

He stepped back, wiping his brow and leaning his hand on the tree, letting you enough space to admire his little work of art. Proud yet also a bit anxious about your reaction.

You got closer to the little heart he drew on the tree. Heart with both your initials in it. For the sake of discretion, he rathered write your initials over your names, which made it all the more adorable, in your eyes.

You gasped lightly, not able to contain your giddy smile. "Jonathan! That's so cheesy! Who taught you that? Have you been reading those weird romance novels?"

"Yes- I mean, NO! No! I don't read that! I'm a man! Only girls read those!" He spat back, flushing a shade of red you wished you could paint.

"Hmmmmm yeah, right!"

He could only chase you around to hopefully make you stop teasing him. He knew he'd never hear the end of it.

Johnny: Grabs your hand and places it around his arm.

"I gotta say..." You started, happily sipping on your drink, "The best thing about your handicap is how we can skip the line for everything!"

You grinned behind Johnny as you pushed his wheelchair forward, walking around the city for the short time you were in Kansas.

"I know. You'll owe me one by the way." He blankly jested, his tone not matching his humour. You've known him long enough to catch on the little perks of his speech, making you chuckle again.

You balanced your cup with one hand to get a better grip on the chair's handles and got back to pushing him. Johnny was quick to realise you were slowing down every once in a while to drink up.

"Stop." He ordered and you obliged, surprised by the sudden request.

"Huh?" You bent over slightly to try to look at him. "Are you okay? Did you need something?"

"This won't do..."

You walked around to get next to him. You were used to him having his foot falling from the footrest and putting it back before it could hurt him, or needing to reajust his back seat from time to time.

Nothing out of the ordinary, you thought. You would have never expected his next request.

Johnny looked over at you, no words shared, and offered his arm out to you, like the perfect gentleman he was.

"...Jojo?"

"I can move by myself. Drink your tea in peace." He blushed and looked away, sighing to himself.

You couldn't help your smile and endeared look. Your Johnny was always such a kind soul behind what he let show. He was observant and selfless. That's why he wanted to free you the burden of pushing his wheelchair, at least so you could enjoy your drink for a moment.

However it was obvious to you that he wanted you to hold him, so dearly, and had found an excuse for you to do so without asking you such an embarassing question.

You couldn't pass on the cute opportunity, but at the same time, you wanted him to make the first move.

You tilted your head, shooting him a faux confused and oblivious look, letting him know you needed him to be clearer in his request.

He huffed and held back on face palming, cheeks becoming redder by the second. Why were you always doing this to him? Teasing him to no end.

He abruptly grabbed you hand, softening his grip immediately after measuring his strength, and placed it around his arm.

You happily followed his lead and gently grabbed his arm, much sturdier than it looked, and gave him enough space to roll the wheels in pace with you.

"Thank you Johnny~" You chimed happily and he let out the ghost of a smile in response, smile that you sadly missed.

Giorno: Makes you dance with him when you walk past a busker.

You passed along a bay in Naples with Giorno, both of you exceptionnally finishing school early due to the surprising absence of your math teacher.

You both talked and suddenly heard the distant sound of accordion, getting louder and louder the more you walked.

You paused, much more intrigued by the musician on the paved pedestrian street, playing a beautiful song for all to listen to. He was a sweet-looking old man, playing a traditionnal Tarantella, the iconic sound of Italy.

Giorno stopped with you, wanting to hear more of what this busker had to offer. You smiled, appreciating the sweet melody and calculated movements of the instrumentalist.

Giorno suddenly walked up in front of you, bending down at the waist to offer his hand out to you, his intense green eyes inviting you and snatching you out of your rêverie.

"Would you care to honor me with a dance, Y/N?"

You gasped silently and felt your cheeks burn at his words, his voice like velvet.

"W-... What? Right here, right now...?" You hesitated, but still gently laid your hand over his soft one, seeking reassurance in his hold.

Giorno was always a charming and extremely well-mannered boy despite the lack of proper education he had received. You would always tell him how princely he looked and acted, and he never failed to impress you by his eloquence, his broad mind, and his gestures.

But you surely did not expect him to propose you a dance, out in public. The sole idea was making you self-conscious, but also excited.

He ever-so-slightly closed his fingers around yours, expecting your consent with a soft smile. You were always at ease with Giorno, for the years you've known each other. Why would you ever refuse anything he asks you?

Like he had read through your heart, Giorno swiftly pulled you towards him, placing his hand right at the small of your back, keeping you up close and personal.

You giggled at the cheesy and intimate position, placing your free hand on his shoulder and ready to mess up the pace.

"I'll step on your toes!" You playfully warned him and he chuckled, endeared.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Just follow my lead."

The busker, noticing you two, smiled and finished up his song, immediately starting up a waltz, the nicest and sweetest of his repertoire.

Giorno confidently started in graceful and fluid movements. You followed him, guided by his assured poise. You tried not to stare down at your feet, which was easy task once you got captivated by his strong gaze.

You focused on your rhythm and his steps. You always wondered why he had randomly decided to teach you to waltz, but now you were grateful that he did, because you truly felt like royalty, and this feeling was priceless.

Pedestrians gathered, watching, amused by the splendid show before them. Two adorable teenagers dancing and living their youth, accompanying the busker.

You laughed, both from nervousness and happiness, knowing well Giorno would hold up the skies just to see you smile like this.

After stepping on Giorno's poor toes more than often enough, and after almost crashing down on him, you two decided it was time to go.

Giorno made sure to tip the gifted old man handsomely, much more than conventionnal, making him wonder how such a young boy could have so much money to spare.

Jolyne: Shares her headphones with you.

You walked side by side with Jolyne. You had planned on having a nice walk alongside the beach together, but the weather had seemed to betray you two, with unusually cloudy grey skies and cold breezes.

And thus, you were prompted to walk through town instead. You were happy either way, as long as you were with Jolyne, your most favourite girl in the world, it didn't really matter where you went or what you did.

The entire walk was silent and, as much as you knew Jolyne wasn't necessarily the most talkative type, the fact that she hasn't removed her earphones at all from the moment you both joined earlier really threw you off.

You guessed she wasn't in the mood for talking. You could absolutely understand that, but the way she seemed to completely ignore you and cross you out of conversing with her at all saddened you.

Maybe she didn't want to go out at all and she just didn't have the heart to cancel on you.

You looked down, with all these questions plaguing your mind, wondering if you had done something to make her distant.

Before you could drown in more self-doubt, she nudged your arm and grabbed your attention. She was smiling at you with her cute green lips.

You looked at her confused, like you had been dreaming it all about her being upset with you. She looked so excited, suddenly.

She pulled out her green iPod, one that she had decorated with tacky semi-permanent tattoos from an infamous bubblegum brand, and immediately gave you one of her earbuds.

"Girl, you have to listen to this. It's Jimi Hendrix playing, listen, listen!" You obliged and put the earbud on, listening to her song intently, "This man's crazy, what the fuck? And they say lefties can't play guitar..."

You kept on listening, the song in one ear, Jolyne's comments in the other. She was lost in the music, playing air guitar and singing bits of the song. It was absolutely endearing to see her so happy about such a little thing.

"So? So? Did you like it?" She turned to you with a big grin as the song ended, her eyes wide and starry with hope of your validation, "I love this song sooo much, I had to make you listen! How was it? Be honest!"

You chuckled, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and adorable giddiness, "It was really cool Jolyne, you have nice tastes. Send it to me next time."

"Yess!!!" She cheered, pumping her fist in the air in victory. "Alright, let's get some bagels now, I'm starving."

She wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder, tired of the distance separating you. "My treat! Oh! And you have to show me that new group you told me about the other day. Even Hermes is talking about them now."

You couldn't bite back your growing smile as she squeezed you close. Not because of the very appealing call of bagels, even though you were more than looking forward to that, but because of how sweet Jolyne was to you despite what she appeared.

Showing her deepest interests to you when she wasn't much of a sharer was her own love language.

277 notes · View notes

we-love-imagines · 3 years

Note

I love your blog!! Can I get some Giorno bf hcs?

Aw, Thanks! While this post doesn’t contain any major spoilers for part 5, these hcs are set after it ends when Giorno is a little older. I tagged for spoilers just in case! Enjoy!

Giorno Boyfriend Hcs

~Giorno is definitely the type of guy to know what you’re feeling before you do. He is so comically good at reading your emotions, it’s baffling. There’s also no hiding things from him; if you have a secret or surprise in the works, he’s gonna sniff it out in no time.

~If you work within Passione, Giorno will use his power as the Don to straight-up fire you. Don’t worry, there’s no malice behind it- he’s doing it to protect you. He knows being the significant other of the Don puts a massive target on your back, so he tries to remove you from any situations that could put you in danger. He’ll even send security detail with you if you go out into town without him. He’s so fiercely overprotective of you that it can be suffocating at times. If you get huffy about no longer being able to go on missions, he’ll let you help him out with paperwork. If you insist on staying in the line of action, he’ll let you be a personal bodyguard of his. Though, secretly, he does it keep his eye on you.

~Such a big cuddler! After a long day or at the start of a lazy morning, Giorno loves to curl up and hold you close. He’s also very touch-starved, so if you hug him back in any capacity, he’ll eat it up. He tends to take on the big-spoon roll, but on especially hard days, he just wants to put his head in your lap and sleep.

~The first time you big-spooned him, he probably cried.

~Giorno finds it hard to accept that he was wrong. He’s a natural leader, and usually makes the right call when it comes to tough choices, but it’s difficult for him to admit that he made a mistake. He’s just so used to hearing “Yes, Boss,” and “Right away, Don Giovanna,” after proposing an idea. When fights occur, he tends to dig in his heels and deny any wrongdoing on his part until he truly sees how much he’s messed up. The one thing he will never budge on is your safety- as strict as it may be, it’s all for your sake.

~Giorno is not a talkative person- unless he is with you. He sees his partner as a confidant of sorts, someone he can be himself around and share his thoughts with. While he’ll certainly try and hide the more traumatic and shady parts of his life, he’ll definitely come vent to you after a busy day. He’d also be more inclined to speak on his interests around you, and he’ll rant and rave about various plants and animals he finds fascinating.

~Look. Giorno has had crushes before, but becoming Don of the Mafia at age 15 keeps you busy. He’s never had the proper time for a relationship before. While he’s certainly charming, with his well-kept appearance and calm voice that would put anyone at ease, he isn’t very smooth. While Bruno can make you melt with just his words alone, Giorno definitely needs some practice. It’s not that he’s bad, he’s just new to the game and tends to go overboard a bit!

~Giorno loves the domestic lifestyle. When you two decide to move in together, he’ll be over the moon. His childhood was rough, and he never truly felt like he had a happy home to go back to, but having someone to do cute little household activities with changes that. You show him what he missed during his lonely childhood- sticky notes on his desk reminding him to not work too hard, longing kisses before long trips away, and the warm feeling of snuggling together in PJs. While it’s hard to live the more traditional, homey domestic lifestyle when you have waitstaff and chefs at your beck and call, it’s truly comforting knowing that you two have made a home together.

~The type of guy who would be thinking about marriage a month into a relationship. It may be that he’s a tad naïve and new to romance, but he falls hard! He’s not stupid enough to propose that soon, but know that he’s more inclined to rush things with you. At least you know he’s in it for the long haul!

~When it comes to kids, Giorno would be frightened- he doesn’t want to repeat the mistakes of the people who brought him into this world. However, after seeing how well you two adjust to domesticity, his strong convictions will kick in soon enough. He wants to prove to the world that he’s more than his lineage; if he brings someone into the world, he’d give them the best life he possibly could despite his own family’s failures.

~Spoils you rotten. Why wouldn’t he? He’s probably the wealthiest man in all of Italy! While he definitely takes you on expensive dates and trips, he loves giving you pricey clothes and jewelry. He knows he’s got style, and he likes the ‘power couple’ aura you both give off when you both enter a room looking like royalty.

~Golden Experience (and by extension, GER) are gonna be all over you. The Stand itself suits itself well towards romantic situations- making flowers and butterflies appear out of thin air helps Giorno create an instant amorous atmosphere. When he was first starting to woo you, he made so many roses with GE that you weren’t able to carry them all! His Stand doesn’t appear often, but it’s very sweet with you if you can see it. It likes to make things easier for you, like transforming something heavy you’re carrying into cute little dragonflies.

~If you can’t see GE, I don’t think Giorno is ever going to tell you about his Stand. He might just tell you he’s a magician; Giorno loves seeing the awe on your face whenever he does a little ‘magic trick’ and makes a bouquet appear from seemingly thin air. Eventually, he may come around and tell you- but for now, your boyfriend is a magic man.

~Giorno may be a little inexperienced, but his overabundance of care and affection for you makes up for that in full!

More JJBA Boyfriend HCs!

Jotaro

Rohan

Bruno

#jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #giorno x reader #Giorno Giovanna #giorno #jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #Vento Aureo #vento aureo spoilers #Golden Wind #Golden Wind spilers #jjba part 5 #inbox is open!#Don Giorno

219 notes · View notes

bungostraydogs-nextgen · 2 years

Text

FUMIKO DAZAI: PROFILE

“My true potential could only be reached ‘n the Port Mafia, we both know that. ’s where I belong, n’ where Pops belongs, too. ‘s my home. Ain’t an ideal situation, hell no, but facts n’ truth ain’t always ideal, y’know.”

FUMIKO DAZAI

( Blossom [Chuuya only], Fumi-chi / Firecracker [Mori only], Flower Girl / Flower Child [Friends & Family only], Sweetheart / Darlin’ [Zelda Jr. only], Scourge [official Cats from Hell name] )

PARENTS: Osamu [Dazai] & Chuuya [Nakahara] Nakahara-Dazai

AGE: 14 in the beginning of Hateful Eight; 21 at the end of Courtesy Call

BIRTHDAY + STAR SIGN: December 28th, 2000, 11:31 PM + Capricorn

GENDER + PRONOUNS // SEXUALITY: Transgender girl + she/her // asexual lesbian

HEIGHT + WEIGHT: 5’5" (165 cm) + 160 lbs (73 kg)

TAROT CARD: The Empress (See 1 below)

AFFILIATION + SUB-GROUP: Port Mafia + The Cats from Hell && The Gunslinger Kids (member of the Hateful Eight)

SIBLING(S): Shuusaku (younger twin sister), Sawako (younger sister, older twin of Ryoi), Ryoi (younger sister, younger twin of Sawako), Kiyono (younger brother), Yuutaka (younger sister), Ikki (younger sister, older twin of Rohan), Rohan (younger brother, younger twin of Ikki), Saiichi (younger brother, oldest triplet of Enzo and Tama), Enzo (younger sister, middle triplet of Saiichi and Tama), Tama (younger sibling, youngest triplet of Saiichi and Enzo), Yasushi (younger brother), Kimifusa (younger sister, oldest triplet of Kenzaburou and Sean), Kenzaburou (younger brother, middle triplet of Kimifusa and Sean), and Sean T. Dazai II (youngest brother, youngest twin of Kimifusa and Kenzaburou)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): Zelda Felicity Frances Fitzgerald, Jr.

THEME SONG: The Good, The Bad and The Dirty by Panic! At The Disco

If you wanna start a fight? You better throw the first punch, and make it a good one! And if you wanna make it through the night? You better say my name, like: the good, the bad and the dirty!

ABILITY: Colors of Mist & Upon the Tainted Sorrow

ABILITY DETAILS: Upon the Tainted Sorrow works in much the same way as her father, Chuuya’s, ability does, though Fumiko does not have as strong a grasp over it as he does, and it is currently unknown as to whether or not she has a Corruption ability alongside it. Colors of Mist, however, she has much more experience with, as it is her primary ability. Put simply, Colors of Mist will turn any target within 10 meters’ blood (specifically, the iron in their blood, and the hemoglobin) into flowers. A mist also appears and rises from the ground when this happens, and the mist “feeds” the growth of the flowers. The color of the mist affects what aspect of the flowers is affected, too, such as their size or growth rate, or how much iron/hemoglobin they need to consume to grow. In its idle state, it causes flowers to grow on Fumiko’s exposed skin and in her hair, though this does not affect her at all. She can become anemic, however, if she uses her ability too often or too much in one go.

BRIEF OVERVIEW:

Despite — or perhaps in spite of — all appearances, Fumiko is not a completely heartless killer. In fact, when she is not on the job, Fumiko is often described as being a dreamer type, someone with big dreams of one day “being someone important” (as though she is not already), and sometimes a bit absent-minded due to her tendency to daydream. She has an affinity for the language of flowers, and studies it intensely (both the Japanese-exclusive version, as well as the version widely used in Europe, the United States, and most of the rest of the Western world). Fumiko is highly intelligent, though she does her best not to flaunt anything, including her smarts. She is fairly humble for a person of her standing; in fact, Fumiko is the youngest person, aside from her father Osamu, in the Port Mafia to reach Caporegime status at only fifteen. She is the leader of the Cats from Hell for that reason, as only Capos are allowed to control groups of men within the Port Mafia. Despite their role as assassins, Fumiko herself has a naturally caring heart, and is almost surprisingly gentle when not on the job. Even on the job, if she can find a way to end a conflict without bloodshed, she will do her best to do so. She is known for being merciful to those she believes deserve mercy… but savagely vicious to those who do not.

EXTRA:

Fumiko has a speech disorder/impediment she inherited from Chuuya, however this alone does not cause her characteristic drawl and sometimes slurred speech; she also has a visible underbite, which causes one of her lower canine teeth to poke out over her lip, and the shape of her jaw is slightly crooked and strange. This does, however, also affect her singing, giving her the beautiful range she’s widely known throughout Yokohama for having, as she’s performed in choir, musical theater, and talent shows since she was very small. But because it makes her voice so unique, Fumiko refuses any kind of surgery or treatments which would aim to reset the shape of her jaw, for fear of losing her voice.

Due to an accident when she was twelve in which she got blown up, Fumiko also has a massive burn scar on her body, mainly on the left side of her body. A bit of it shows on her face, but most of it is visible on her neck, chest, shoulder, arm, and back, going down to her stomach. She is also technically an amputee; her right leg and left arm were lost in the explosion, but she had them replaced with high-tech cybernetics, which she now sports with pride.

[Fertile; fertile ground where the new can grow; beautiful, young and energetic creative moment; something is about to be created; sensuality; joy for the senses; fresh and renovating]

// image included in reblog

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #fankid #fanchild #lovechild #shipkid #shipchild #next gen #next generation #fumiko dazai #soukoku #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #c: fumiko #p: fumiko #profile #cio.org #cio.txt

11 notes · View notes

blitzturtles · 3 years

Text

Title: Jacket

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond Is Unbreakable

Pairing(s): JosuHan (w/ Josuke being in his 20's.)

Summary: With the edges tucked around his boyfriend, Josuke takes a few steps back to admire his work, but he’s caught in awe at the sight. What with Rohan’s hair mussed in every direction and his face so relaxed. His hands are still under his head, serving as a pillow in absence of the real thing. [...]

Notes: Btw, I'm doing a writing / fic giveaway! Check out this post to see how to enter. Goes until 8.25.21!

Josuke pops open the front door to his and Rohan’s house with every intention of making his way upstairs for a shower after a long day-turned-night. His shift should have ended nearly two hours ago, and he’s exhausted. Most of his body aches in some way after being tackled unexpectedly during a simple stop. The outer parts of his left arm are completely torn up with scrapes and road rash, and, worse than that (all of that), he had to stay over in the precinct to fill out paperwork regarding the resulting arrest. To say he’s over the day would be something of an understatement, but he doesn’t make it to the shower before he’s stopped dead in his tracks.

Passed out on the couch with his hands tucked under his head, is Josuke’s boyfriend, and Rohan somehow looks worse than he does, what with the bags under his eyes and the way he’s curled too tightly to be comfortable. He’s wearing one of his favorite crop tops and a pair of shorts, neither of which seem to be doing a decent enough job at keeping Rohan warm, considering the visible gooseflesh covering his arms and legs.

With no blanket in sight, Josuke decides that the only real solution is to shuck his own jacket. He had already planned to strip down anyway. He’s plenty warm after chasing some two-bit criminal around town, so he doesn’t mind shedding it in favor of keeping Rohan warm while he naps.

Josuke figures he can wake Rohan up after he’s had a shower. Maybe he’ll order something for dinner. He’s not in the mood to cook, and he has a feeling Rohan fell asleep long before he could consider food. Rohan probably should have eaten hours ago, but it’s rare that he eats anything substantial without prompting. Most of his caloric intake is done through snacking, and it’s usually only because Rohan gets antsy sitting in his study for too long.

With the edges tucked around his boyfriend, Josuke takes a few steps back to admire his work, but he’s caught in awe at the sight. What with Rohan’s hair mussed in every direction and his face so relaxed. His hands are still under his head, serving as a pillow in absence of the real thing. It’s so damn cute, that Josuke decides that it’s worth the possibility of being murdered to memorialize the occasion with a quick snap of his phone’s camera. It’s not the best picture, or even the best quality, but it’s something he intends to cherish for quite awhile.

If Rohan doesn’t kill him for the picture, he might kill him if he ever finds out the sort of things that go on in Josuke’s head. Like how he thinks the thin line of drool is about the cutest thing in the world, or how he finds it so damn adorable that Rohan is practically drowning in his jacket. Sometimes he forgets how much smaller his boyfriend actually is, given how large his personality can be.

The problem with keeping those sorts of thoughts to himself, is that Rohan has exactly the kind of Stand that makes him privy to the thoughts that Josuke would like to keep to himself, if only for self-preservation. God knows that he’d be more than happy to lay the praise on Rohan, no matter how much the mangaka might hate it. It’s really not Josuke’s fault that Rohan’s cute.

“You’re staring,” Rohan mumbles from his spot on the couch. He squints at Josuke from under long, tired lashes and reaches with one hand to rub at his eyes.

“Shit, sorry,” Josuke scrambles, though he doesn’t know what for. “I was going to let you sleep, but-”

“You decided to be creepy instead?”

“Something like that?” Josuke says with a nervous inflection in his tone. He fumbles with his phone for a moment, hoping Rohan hadn’t noticed it. He doesn’t want to give up that picture.

“Whatever,” there’s a pause as Rohan’s eyes rake over him, “You’re late.”

“Yeah, uh- this asshole kind of took off, but he thought it’d be great if he launched me into the road first. He wasn’t even that big, but it was over something stupid, so I wasn’t really expecting him to do that, you know?” Josuke’s babbling, but, to be fair, it’s not entirely from nerves. He’s been dying to get home since his shift technically ended. It’s moments like this that he lives for, and he can’t help babbling a bit as a particular buzz of energy builds inside. An excitement that bubbles over every time it’s just the two of them.

Rohan’s frown only grows as he takes in the information and the sight of Josuke’s busted up arm. “Why is it always you?” He asks, exasperated, but there’s a fondness to his tone that betrays him.

“Bad luck?” Josuke offers with a shrug.

Rohan hums, considers the possibility, and huffs at his conclusion, “Sounds about right. We should clean that up,” he nods to Josuke’s arm. It’s since stopped bleeding, but it’s clear that the only first aid Josuke’s had is a handful of paper towels.

“No, wait!” Josuke says quickly when Rohan starts to push the jacket off of himself(-- doesn’t even bat an eye at its presence--), so that he can stand. “I’ve got this. It’s just a few cuts. You should try to sleep a little longer.”

One of Rohan’s eyebrows hikes upward, but the ensuing staring contest ends with a defeated sigh. “Fine, but you need to be sure to disinfect it thoroughly. I’ll ask CD.”

Josuke groans at the mention of his own Stand. He hates that Crazy D rats him out at the drop of a hat. Crazy D’s his Stand, but he seems to like Rohan better. He’s definitely got a liking for Heaven’s Door; Josuke can’t decide if that’s better or worse for his pride. “He’s probably going to do it for me, anyway.”

“Good. Someone competent should be there,” Rohan answers easily with a smirk that Josuke debates kissing off his face.

“Yeah, yeah,” Josuke grumbles and spins on his heels. The faster he gets upstairs, the faster he can shower and clean up, and the faster he can get back downstairs, back to his hopefully will-be asleep boyfriend. Maybe he’ll sneak another picture, considering the way he catches Rohan tucking the jacket under his chin from the corner of his eyes.

#josuhan #josuke higashikata #rohan kishibe #diamond is ubreakable #kishibe rohan #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba part 4 #part 4 #blitzwrites #blitz

30 notes · View notes