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bonchobrick · 1 year

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Dead on Main au where Jason is of course Danny’s Fright Knight and like all knights do he has a weapon—except it’s his gun.

The batfam + justice league + everyone (except ghosts duh) don’t know that his normal average everyday gun is actually like a super powerful spiritual soul shooter that is, yaknow, capable of blasting someone into an alternate dimension where their greatest fears become real.

So imagine there’s like a big battle where a ghastly ghoul reigns terror on Gotham. The world sends their best hero’s—wizards and occultists are notably high highest in demand—to stop the ghost but, nothing works. All of the weapons and spells and chants fail.

But,

As the fights worsens and the heros scream for people to flee suddenly--

Loud squeaking footsteps echo across the ground. Jason yawns strolling into the battle zone in a ghostbusters t-shirt plaid pants bunny slippers--he strolls up in pajamas--as if annoyed at being woken up and cocks his fucking normal 'i could buy you at walmart' gun at the ghost.

His brothers screech at him yelling ”Are you insane” and to "get the hell out of here" in fear and panic because their idiot brother is trying to kill a real life ghost with a damn gun.

But then Jason shoots the ghost and it works.

The ghost fizzles down with a cry into just a little blob.

The young man then spends 30 minutes lecturing the spirit saying things like “you’re glad I’m not calling the big guy” and “you know our highness would not be happy learning what you’ve been doing” before taking out a thermos of all things and sucking the ghost into it.

Jason then sighs and walks away as if he hadn’t just defeated a hell raising ghost with a gun people can buy off a corner pawn store and a soup container.

Immediately the bat family swarms him with questions

Dick grabs him by his shoulders tense with worry, “Are you okay?”

“Um yeah—“ Jason tries to reply squirming in his hold

Damian cuts him off, “How the hell did your gun a physical weapon hurt that ghastly demonic spirit!”

“Uh that ghost is actually pretty chill you guys just pissed him off." Jason replies plain

They stare at him with a look saying 'you did not call a ghost that has been decimating gotham chill' probably because he did just that.

Tim is the first to break out of the disbelief stupor as he very inteligently says, "What?"

Jason responds easily with a confused quirk in his brow, "Second, my gun affects entities of all sorts, perks to my job and all that."

"How did being a vigilante and also probably crime boss give you a gun that could do that?" Dick asks

Jason sends him a look saying "are you an idiot" as he replies, "Yea, sure, kicking petty thieves and druggies got me my all powerful spirit weapon--No you dumbass, it's from being the bodyguard of the King of the Infinite Realms! How the hell did you guys not think of that!”

Tim breathes in, then breathes out, then breathes in again and screams, "Why the HELL WOULD WE THINK OF THAT JAY?!"

"The--" Batman, suddenly beside them, chokes, "Bodyguard of T-the what."

Jason blinks at his family then his eyes widen, "Oh shit."

"What?!" His family screech in panic

"Oh fuck," Jason says with a growing hysteric smile, "Danny's gonna have a big ol' fucking laugh with this."

"Brother who is Danny!" Damian demands for an answer

Jason coughs into his palm, "Oh yeah you guys really dont dont know. So I may have forgotten to explain some... things."

Bruce levels him with a stare that says "you think?"

Jason chuckles nervously, "So y'know how I'm half dead?"

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Damian very eloquently responds for the suddenly dying screaming combusting members of his family, "...sure."

"Well I met the King of the afterlife which is like the Ruler of Everything and he was really cute--" Jason says distant in his own world

"Theres a afterlife?" Superman asks casually appearing beside the emotionally wrecked family

"Yea its pretty cool. So I start flirting a bit with the guy and we hit it off, I now im his zombie ghost knight boyfriend lover for all time. Oh and i got this sickass gun." Jason says with a happy grin

"That is a pretty sick gun." John Constantine nods

"I know right?" Jason chirps

"You wouldn't mind if I inspected--" John reaches his hand

Jason slaps it away, "Not a chance you soul whore. Y'know your basically the tax evasionist of the Ghost Zone right?"

John only sighs and leaves

"But yea so I'm like the ghost world equivalent to married with the king and became his knight and thats how I was able to stop that ghost guy." Jason reiterates as if explaining a simple question, "Y'guys get that?"

Tim is on the ground trying to decide whether; sobbing hysterically, interogating jason to find out all the things he doesn't want to know or sleeping would be a better use of his time.

Dick has decided to blame himself and has started to draft a reddit post in the middle of the street starting with "I (23 m) have a younger brother (19 m), who I used to resent but really regret now, he died and came back and doesn't even tell me about what goes on in his life anymore. How do I fix our--"

Damian is just staring at the gun and... Jason pushes it deeper in his holster and shifts to the side, better to be safe than sorry with this thieving shit.

As Jason adjusts his weaponry he hears Bruce sob in the background, "He didn't even invite me to the wedding! Am I that horrible of a father!"

Wonder Woman pats his shoulder reasuringly whilst the rest of the League seem to be trying to calm him down

Jason looks around tiredly at the mess he had created and decides fuck it

"Alright I'm heading out for the night, you guys get home safe!" He yells and without caring to listen to anyone and everyone voicing their confusion he zips open a green portal and stumbles in

He crashes down on an unbelievably comfortable bed

Danny blinks blearily before sending the young man a sleepy smile, "Hey Jay, what kept you up so long?"

Jason slipping under the blankets with a yawn says, "You would not believe the night I just had."

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Edit: UMM HII The fic is out now here!! you guys are awesome I'll post the new chapter 2 in a hot sec after editting ^^

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citrustan · 7 months

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for what it's worth [2/4] (jjk)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff (this comes in a bit later), light smut, college student!reader x crush!jungkook

summary: you make an awful revelation about your crush of two years.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: kinda angsty because yaknow unrequited love and stuff like whew i could never

note: im SORRY it took me a year to release this :(

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Every millisecond of the drive back to campus was torturous. At times, you felt like your throat was closing up. You had to sit on your hand to stop it from cracking a window open.

You think you might’ve experienced your first ever anxiety attack.

All Jungkook’s genuine attempts at holding a conversation with you were shot down mercilessly.

It was almost as if all the admiration you had for him turned into pure hatred for a moment.

Terrified that you would break down in front of the man whom you supposedly creep out, you kept your mouth shut the entire time.

You’re thankful for the timing of the universe. Had you proceeded to confess your feelings to him, you’d have humiliated yourself to death. You’d have had to dig yourself a hole and bury your head in it for a really long time. Or hibernate in the blast chiller like a stupid little snail.

Even if you had a minuscule percentage of a chance with Jungkook, Jia has destroyed it all by telling him about ‘your’ crush.

Although he didn’t seem to have recognised you as the ‘creep’, you can’t help but wonder. What if he knew about you? Maybe he didn’t recognise you without makeup? Maybe he panicked when he realised it was you.

What do you know about Jia really?

After unsuccessfully starting a conversation with you, Jungkook was staring a hole into his phone. He knows he has made you uncomfortable. But, which part of whatever he said did the trick?

He panicked. Jungkook wasn’t supposed to tell you (or anyone) about him and Jia, as per Jia’s desperate request. While he respected it, he wondered why. On pushing her for a legitimate answer, she finally told him about the ‘creep with a schoolgirl crush’ and how she was friends with said ‘creep’ and didn’t want to be in her bad books.

Albeit strange, Jungkook assumed it was dangerous for Jia to be publicly known as his girlfriend. He thought that maybe it’d have put a target on her back.

He didn’t mean to blurt it all out in front of you. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own. He couldn’t stop himself from spilling the beans. And then he made it worse by indirectly calling you a creep. He did take it back, but it must’ve been uncomfortable for you regardless.

And maybe that’s why you won’t respond to his attempts to chat.

He really didn’t want to burden you but he has to let you know--- “You know, it’s a relief to finally tell someone about Jia.”

“Hm?” You abruptly turned your head sideways to face him.

“Jia. It feels good to be able to talk to someone about the girl I’m dating. We never really planned on telling anyone actually.”

‘Yeah, while you’re at that, stick a knife in my chest, why don’t you?’

“I bet it does.” You exhale with a forced smile.

Jungkook turns his body towards you, “_____.” He called out. You instinctively make eye contact with him. “Would it be too much to ask if we could keep this a secret from Jia?”

Before you could process exactly what he asked of you, you involuntarily held your breath at the thought of sharing a secret with him. Just the two of you.

And Jia.

You frown.

The thought of Jia breaks you out of your reverie. You have got to pull yourself together.

Perhaps Jungkook wasn’t too far off with the ‘creep’ thing.

“Whatever you want.” You immediately look away. Honestly, he probably could’ve gotten you to agree to shave your head if he wanted to.

“Really? It isn’t…?” Jungkook trailed off. “It’s okay. It’ll be as if we never met.” You assure him.

Just how far is your stupid university? It feels like forever since you got into the car with him.

“Except we have met before.” He interjects. You don’t know if he’s referring to your very first meeting at the party or the other times you’ve ‘met’ in the classes you share. Either way, Jia knows about it all.

“We sure have. But she doesn’t have to know that. If that’s what you want.” You add, “I don’t want to cause any problems for you. Just tell me what to do and I won’t question it.” With that you aim your eyes straight ahead, focusing them on the back of the passenger seat.

So much for staying grounded. You have GOT to chill. You’re worried you’ll blow your cover.

Jungkook unexpectedly laughs, “Okay. I don’t want to complicate it too much.”

“Jia doesn’t want people to know about us. And I don’t want to lose her trust. So… maybe---”

Your mouth automatically forms a pout. You really don’t want to witness his devotion to her.

“You know what, I’ll handle it. I’ll talk to her and admit I slipped up...” Jungkook waits for your reaction, but you give him nothing.

Now, you begin to feel badly about the way you’ve been acting towards him. He has done nothing to deserve your hot and cold attitude.

Jungkook has been kind to you. He complimented you, confided in you, gave you his jacket, and offered you a ride. The least you can do is not make stuff so difficult for him.

You remind yourself that your issue is with Jia and not Jungkook.

“If you’re that worried, we don’t have to mention this to her.” You meekly add.

“I was thinking maybe I should just tell her. Wouldn’t that be easier for you too?” Hah! You’d think.

You’re about to counter when the driver interrupts, “Non-faculty vehicles aren’t allowed to go any further than this. Is it okay if I dop you kids off here?”

Neither of you had noticed that you’d reached a few minutes ago. Your driver was kind enough to allow you to resolve your dilemma.

Your dorm was a ten-minute walk from the gate. “This is good.” You kindly smile at him.

The driver eyes you from the rear-view mirror, “This is none of my business but from experience, I can tell you that nothing good ever comes out of secrets and lies. No matter how big or small, shit gets messy.”

You and Jungkook share a look and thank your driver.

“I’ll tell her tomorrow.” He nods once, mostly to himself.

The two of you exit the vehicle together.

Something still bothered you. You swore you had a really great time with Jungkook at the freshmen mixer where you were first introduced to each other. Does he not remember you from then at all?

It’d be embarrassing if he didn’t.

What kills you the most is how you stupidly built your crush up in your head. It was just supposed to be just a fun thing for yourself, but honestly, you’re having trouble standing right now.

“Can I walk you to your room?” Jungkook interrupts your chain of thoughts.

Originally, you planned to run away from him as soon as you reached campus, but curiosity pushes your nervousness away. So, you agree to walk with him.

The first few minutes of your walk are spent in silence. It wasn’t pleasant, it was forced and awkward. Even small talk couldn’t have helped it.

Most of your life was planned. You liked having control over the situations you put yourself in. You like knowing what was going to happen the next day. You liked to organise everything. This tension and feelings of uncertainty threw you way off.

You could not bear not knowing. Still, you manage to keep your cool and fake nonchalance. This is only as big as you make it out to be.

At least now you know you wouldn’t need to buy an extra juice box tomorrow.

You made sure to reassure Jungkook that he wouldn’t get into trouble and that he wouldn’t have to worry about you talking to people about it. But, you could feel the discomfort he basically emitted from his speech to his body language.

Unconvinced that he heard you out, you tell him again. “Just so you know, you don’t have to butter me up or anything. If Jia doesn’t want your news out, so be it. I won’t tell a soul.” Because, that’d be super embarrassing for me as well. But you left that out.

Jungkook visible relaxed, with slouched shoulders and an exhale of relief, he turns to you. “Oh, thank goodness. I was hoping to keep this between us. I know it’s a pussy move, I just don’t want-“

“I already told you, it’s OK.” You abruptly cut him off, impatient because you couldn’t hear him get started on liking and respecting Jia, and disappointing Jia, and protecting Jia, or whatever was going on with the pair.

You were a little hurt when he reacted the way he did. Somewhere, you wanted him to admit he was walking you home because he cared about you or found you inciting enough to spend time with.

Why would he care? You’re actually nobody to him. You’re Jia’s _____.

(And he’s Jia’s Jungkook lol)

You continue, “I genuinely do not care.” A lie.

Jungkook stares at you with big stupid eyes. You almost feel bad for him. You know you’re confusing the fuck out of him with your hot and cold behaviour.

“You know what? I forgot I had to see the course counsellor. That’s like, in the other direction.”

Your sad excuse for an escape was welcomed by Jungkook.

“Oh! My dorm’s the opposite to that… building.” He wanted to get away from you just as much as you him. Well, that doesn’t hurt at all.

:D :D :D

I mean, you were doing the same thing to him but your reason was totally different. So, that doesn’t count.

The two of you stopped in the middle of the cold path. “So, okay.” He started, “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah! See you!” You faked enthusiasm.

After a two second lag, you both awkwardly shuffle around each other.

“Bye!” You abruptly brisk walk in the direction of your dormitory, the very direction you weren’t supposed to be heading to.

Jungkook stands dumbfounded with his hand midway in the air. In fact, he had no clue you were trying to avoid him. He really meant that his dorm was opposite to the counsellor’s office.

Still, he doesn’t think too much of it.

Jungkook checks his phone to see a few text messages from his girlfriend, asking him about his plans for the week.

He promptly cleared his evenings for Jia and continued walking away from the spot you both stood at.

Later that night, while he FaceTimed her, he kept going back to the moment you greeted him. For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about you; as one would after such an awkward interaction.

Jungkook sneakily prods. “Babe, that friend you keep talking about?”

Unsuspectingly, Jia instantly says your name. “_____?”

“Hm…” He affirms.

After a few seconds of silence from Jungkook’s side, Jia irritably bit her inner cheek.

“What about _____?” She pushes.

“Oh, sorry- lost connection. I was saying I met her today.”

“What do you mean? What for?” Jia’s brain starts creating all the scenarios she was afraid would take place.

“We were stranded at the bus stand so we hitched a cab ride together...” Jungkook trails off as if he’s in deep thought.

“Did she do anything to make you uncomfortable?” She asks, worried.

“No, it wasn’t like that. I offered. I think I might’ve made her uncomfortable.”

Now, Jia was impatient, “Can you tell me what happened exactly? What did she say to you?”

Now, Jungkook was a little taken aback.

“Babe. You know I really like you, right?” Jungkook begins.

Jia pouts, “Where is this going?”

“Just…” Jungkook opened his mouth, deliberately delaying the conversation.

“Kook… something happened?” Jia involuntarily rubs up and down her arms.

He blurts, “I may or may not have told her about us. BUT, but-” – “YOU WHAT?”

Jungkook looks at his screen with wide eyes, “But I only let it slip because I thought you told her. She even said she didn’t care enough to tell anyone.”

“Oh? She said that?” Jia’s brows furrowed, both in concern and anger. Jungkook reads her expression and sighs. “She didn’t say it like that.” He repeats.

“No wonder she hasn’t responded to my texts yet. She’s supposed to fucking proofread my assignment for tomorrow. I’m so screwed.” Jia exasperates. Jungkook tilts his head. Has he really messed up? “I’m sorry, baby. Is it so bad I told her? What’s wrong with her knowing?”

Jia shook her head.

“Jungkook, GOD I wish you were with me. I’m so tense I think I need to be fucked so I can forget this ever happened.”

Jungkook smirked, “Well… I don’t have to be physically present with you to make you lose your mind.”

Jia’s mouth drops open a little. She thinks she might just start drooling at the sound of his voice.

“Now where is that Bluetooth controlled-” – “It’s already on me.” She blurts, knowing exactly what he’s about to do to her.

“Oh? Wow, my girl is so naughty. Is this what you wanted from me tonight?”

And, then you were long forgotten.

Well, until later that same night.

Before dozing off, he spent the remaining of his day replaying what had happened. He thought about the way your mood dropped after getting into the taxi and the way your eyes wandered everywhere but to him. He doesn’t know if you realised it, but you muttered a lot of words under your breath. Some of them being loud enough for him to hear.

Jungkook’s thoughts were zeroed in on you.

His mind went in and out of so many black holes, that he even thought of the possibility of you being what Jia tried to shield their relationship from. Even though they were all afterthoughts, one thing was for sure. You had caught his attention.

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ultimateloserboy · 11 months

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I’ve been holding back this ramble forever but the food episode makes me tear up and i NEED to talk about it.

The food episode was the only episode I really couldn’t watch as a kid. I remember being horrified by it. to this day i still feel uneasy thinking about it, even though it doesn’t scare me in the slightest anymore. the reason i feel uneasy now isnt because im scared, its because to me its the saddest episode of the whole series and makes me want to punch walls. when i was younger i didnt notice a lot of the things ive noticed now, and every time i watch the episode i notice even more.

a lot of people talk about this episode as if red guy ran away and wants nothing to do with the house, that he’s trying to save the other two by bringing them to his world. while i dont think this is a wrong or bad interpretation, considering it’s understandable, id like to talk about my own interpretation. i dont think red guy even knew how he left. keep in mind he just exploded and then woke up in an office. there’s absolutely nothing suggesting he ran away on purpose. all he wanted was for colin to shut up, he wasnt intending to find the room he found. this itself isnt an interpretation, its a fact, BUT how he feels about it and what he does in the red guy world is completely up to interpretation! mine is that he wants to go home instead of trying to get the other two out of it. lemme explain ok hear me out:

throughout the entire food episode red guy is constantly popping up in the background somewhere. hes drawn behind windows and his head is in the microwave in one shot. when duck knocks the camera over for a split second you can even see his legs as it falls. the leg thing is what really got me, because most other times he was simply drawn. but those were his actual legs standing in the kitchen. to me it represents the fact that he isnt actually there but is “haunting” the other two. they dont really remember him but they can see him out of the corners of their eyes. hes blurry and far away but they KNOW someone is there (or WAS there, i should say). but on his end i think it could represent how hes still there in his head, how hes still singing songs and shit like that despite being out of that world. he says he hated that world, that hes allergic to music, but now that hes gone from it its stuck in his head. he misses the music. he misses his friends. hes still there in spirit.

before i continue id just like to say that, no, the main three INCLUDING RED GUY dont always want to leave the house. especially when they have to leave the others behind. whenever theyre off somewhere they usually want to go back home, yellow guy even said “i want to go home” word for word once. but he also said “no more songs” these things can exist at the same time guys. they can not want to drown in oil but still want to live in their house, yall realize that right? thats a huge theme in the show, that the house and the main three have a very complicated relationship. they dont want to leave their home they just want it to, yaknow, NOT EAT THEM. so i think red guy wanting to come home isnt at all out of character. and he doesnt like the red guy world anyway, why would he take his friends there when theyre wacky as shit and wouldnt fit in there or enjoy it at all? also id like to make the point that he doesnt know what’s happening in the house (at least not the seriousness of it) until he sees the machine. so him trying to save the other two from getting munched makes no sense to me personally. AGAIN THO THIS IS JUST MY INTERPRETATION!! YOURS IS VALID TOO AND I LOVE YOU!!!

But anyway continuing on, ducks reaction especially makes me insane. whenever i see how duck acts in episodes like “jobs” when he starts freaking out and trying to get the first aid kit for yellow guy im reminded of this episode. duck really does love his friends at heart. he doesnt want to leave the house, he sees no point, but to me the reason he doesnt want to leave is BECAUSE of his friends (or at least one of the reasons). in the tv series duck has a whole argument with red guy about leaving, and while some people say this duck is different than webseries duck i have to disagree. i think duck wouldve always argued about staying, but i also think hed always want to leave if red guy did. duck always switches up as soon as something is “wrong”. he always wants to stay until one of his friends is acting weird/hurt/missing and then suddenly the world isnt right and he doesnt want to be there. not only that but he will do everything in his power to fight against the things keeping him from his friends or hurting them, even if it means risking his own life. he knew some weird shit was going on every time he answered the phone, but despite that he continued answering anyway. he interrupted the songs and pushed things away and kept running to the phone, being disobedient and not giving a damn. this isnt unusual for duck, but it makes me especially ill, because he acts very confused as well. hes very upset, not mad like he usually is but genuinely upset and worried. most likely because of how hazy his memory is. my favorite scene of the series is when he pushes over the camera and says “i dont want to do this anymore” it rips my heart apart hes just like me fr. it also comes back to the transport episode, where hes like “well the song wasnt that great but at least it was funny. nobody gets TOO hurt by these songs and stuff so who cares? why leave?” i think hes always thought this way, the reason he says “i dont want to do this ANYMORE” is because suddenly the world has shifted. suddenly things are much more sinister and make even less sense. suddenly he is in genuine danger, and he isnt coming back this time. things have gone too far now, and he tries tearing down reality itself to get out, but unfortunately hes just not strong enough.

i also like to think that the food is singing about red guy the whole time, not actually food, and how he deserves punishment, and if you end up like him youll be punished too (which is exactly what happens to duck for answering the phone) “the bad, not-healthy foods are very rude! and must leave through the catflap!” isnt that what red guy did? he wandered too far and saw what he shouldnt have so he was sent away. also the steak says “you need to know whats right from wrong” which doesnt go with the rest of the song at all and seems to be directed at duck specifically. it seems more like theyre trying to keep duck and yellow guy in line rather than teach them about food. when they say “you shouldnt eat food from a strangers plate” considering the previous lyrics and the context before the chanting i think theyre talking about not believing what youre told by “strangers” (aka the non-teacher characters) theyre saying not to listen to whatever red guy is trying to say, to not answer the phone, to not end up like him. or at least thats what i think anyway.

lastly, the ending. yellow guy sitting in the kitchen alone, in the dark, covered in blood while the phone loudly rings is probably the most haunting part of the series to me. remember what i said about not being scared? well i LIED. this scene specifically still scares the fuck out of me. it fills me with genuinely painful dread. the scene where he looks over at the phone, hearing it but not getting up to answer it and letting it ring until red guy gives up is heartbreaking. im not sure if yellow guy even knows what’s happening in this scene, but hes been taught by now to NOT ANSWER THE PHONE. so he doesnt. and the teachers leave him alone with the phone because theyre confident he wont answer it. and theyre right. it breaks my heart just looking at it. in the next episode he ends up fighting back just like duck did, but just like duck, he cant truly do anything. it really puts into perspective how powerless all three of them are. god it ruins me. all they wanted was to know what the biggest thing in the world was, and now theyve been torn apart for wandering too far. cries and sobs

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sinner-sunflower · 11 days

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P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 8/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14

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When Keekee suddenly showed up at the hotel without her dad, Charlie had a slight moment of panic. Thoughts of 'oh my god, did they kill him?', 'is he locked up in Heaven???', 'I knew I or someone should've went with him', and 'please don't be dead dad!' went through her head.

Thankfully the cat familiar took pity on her and relayed her master's message and whereabouts. It didn't really stop Charlie from worrying but it eased her just a little bit to know that her dad is safe back home.

Charlie: I should go to him, right? To make sure he's really fine?

Angel: Toots, I think short king just needs a little time to himself. Just cos he said you can go doesn't really mean you have to go now.

Vaggie: I hate to say it but I think Angel is kinda right, surprisingly.

Angel: Oh fuck ya! I can give sound advices too, yaknow.

A chuckle from Cherri Bomb is what started a whole roasting session that they will surely laugh about later.

Cherri Bomb: Pfft, sure.

Angel: I do!

Husk can't help but join in on the teasing too.

Husk: Angel, just give up. You're gonna give that Fizzarolli guy a run for his money telling those jokes.

Angel: Gasp! Huskie, you too?! Betrayed by my own boyfriend.

Husk: I'm not your boyfriend!

The blush on the bartender's face could rival Alastor's outfit's shade of red. It became redder when Nifty let out a sinister-like gremlin laugh that no one in the hotel would like to hear if they can help it.

Nifty: Hehehehe. Not yet~

Angel: Husk, baby, have you been talking to others about your feelings fo' wittle old meeee?

Husk: No!

They continue to bicker and Charlie can't help but look at them with adoration. All of them have come so far and she can confidently say that they have evolved into somewhat of a family unit. A bit dysfunctional but she won't have it any other way.

Vaggie: Why don't you let the man sleep for a bit.

Charlie: I just worry, Vaggie..

The soft look her girlfriend gave her would've melted Charlie into a lovesick puddle if she wasn't so preoccupied with her dad.

Vaggie: I know, babe.

Alastor: I do have to agree with them, dear.

The ex-exorcist yelped in surprise at Alastor's sudden presence beside them while Charlie had grown accustomed to the man's nasty habit of sneaking up on people. Maybe she should invest a bell for him. Hmm... She wonders if her dad can make Al wear one.

Vaggie: Jesus, Alastor!

Charlie: You too, Al?

Alastor: Why don't you join us for a meal first, hm? That should give your father enough time to rest. I seem to remember that it was your turn to set the table, isn't that right, Vagatha?

Vaggie grumbles something in Spanish that Charlie is sure is a curse word but doesn't argue anymore.

Vaggie: Everyone, dining hall. Now!

And just like that, everyone stopped talking and went straight to the kitchen, leaving just Keekee, Charlie, and Alastor in the lobby.

Charlie absentmindedly pets Keekee who climbed up in her arms while looking at her family fondly. She takes notice of Alastor next to her sporting the same look as hers.

She's glad that he's opening up bit by bit. She wonders if her dad had anything to do with that or if Alastor just learned to trust on his own.

Speaking of Al and her dad. That's a can of worms that she was, at first, afraid to open. She's happy for her dad, don't get her wrong, but there's still days where she misses her mom. Sometimes, if she's in a really bad place, she imagines her mom coming back and all three of them living happily ever after again.

With Alastor in the picture, she became a bit afraid. Of being replaced as the most important person in her dad's life or how her once dream happily ever after will never be reality, she doesn't know.

But seeing Alastor's genuinely care for her dad; never leaving his bedside after the Roo debacle, leaving Marigold's everywhere (how romantic is that, Vaggie!), and providing solace for her dad that she knows she can't always give. Those actions told her that maybe despite not getting her original happy ever after with her mom and dad, she can always dream of a new one.

There's something different about Alastor right now, though. He looks more stiff than usual but sagging at the same time. It could be also be worry but Charlie thinks she knows Alastor enough to tell that he's irritated. And he's definitely leaning into his cane more.

Alastor, probably feeling her stare, sighs.

Alastor: What is it, my dear?

Charlie at least had the decency to be flustered for staring.

Charlie: Sorry, Al. But um... are you okay?

Alastor: Whatever do you mean?

Charlie: It's just- you look, I don't know, irritated? Or like annoyed? I know I sound hypocritical but dad's gonna be alright.

Alastor: I appreciate the sentiment, Charlie, but I have full faith in your father. He is not the source of my... mood. Not directly, anyway.

He accidentally said the last part instead of just thinking about it but thankfully it was quiet enough that Charlie didn't caught it.

His answer just made Charlie more confused. Tilting her head, she looks at the radio demon quizzically.

Charlie: So you are in a mood?

Alastor: Nothing for you to be worried about, my dear! It might just be my cravings.

Charlie: For... human flesh?

He gives her one of his more sinister grins, the one she's seen when he's hungry for blood (and not the cannibal kind). He's just being silly, she thinks to herself. She made a note to ask her dad about partner choices later.

Alastor: Fried fish.

And with that, Alastor disappears into the kitchen. Keekee purrs in Charlie's hold as her eyes trail the retreating shadow.

Charlie: What a creepy guy, huh.

Her pet only meows in response.

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This wasn't how this chapter was supposed to end but I decided to cut it in half anyway.

Tomorrow is some meal moments and Charlie going to see her dad.

Don't worry, we'll get back to Luci in a bit!

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 1 month

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Hank Voight x Reader (Kinda)

So this is just a thing I wrote. Not sure what to call it. It’s not really a love story x reader or anything, it’s just that you’re the reader, yaknow? Anyways, trigger warning for violence cause we see the dark side of Voight in this one.

Have fun, and my requests are open if anyone has any other ideas. :)

“Voight.” The name rolled off his tongue like a hot knife cuts through butter. His demeanor was calm, almost stoic as he looked you over, up and down, reaching a hand out to shake yours. You reciprocated, giving him your firmest handshake, his gravely voice making your knees weak as it rung in your ears.

“(Y/N),” you replied. “I’ve heard your name around. Good to finally meet you.”

He hummed. “Then you know why I’m here,” he stated, his eyes meeting yours, staring into your soul.

“Yes,” you replied, sitting and leaning back in your chair. You were in your home office, with all your files around you. Files of people. You were the person who knew everything about everyone. You motioned to the files as you spoke. “You want to know about someone.”

“Not just anyone. I want to know about you.”

“Me?” You hummed, faking an expression of shock. You knew Sergeant Voight was there to arrest you. You just weren’t sure why he came alone. You hadn’t seen any other cars, undercover or otherwise, outside or around your house. Glancing to your security cameras on your computer, you still found only his vehicle outside your house. You hummed and looked back up to him. “And yet, you’ve come alone.”

He sat down in the chair facing your desk, taking out his pistol and messing with it nonchalantly, as if it weren’t a deadly weapon. He continued to look at you as he did, which made it even more eerie. “I need a file from you, first.”

“You know that my information is extensive, and it certainly isn’t free, Voight. So, the question isn’t if I can help you, but if you can do something for me.”

Hank hummed again, holstering his pistol and looking over you, as if debating two different scenarios in his head. His eyes roamed your figure, which was relaxed, your hands folded in front of you as you leaned to one side of the chair, elbow resting on the arm of it. Just as his eyes danced over your body, yours took their run at his. His arms, hidden by a light coat, were resting on his legs. His hands, tan from the fading summer’s sun, folded in front of him on his knees. He sat now with one leg up on the other, ankle on his thigh as he leaned back to examine you.

You already knew everything about him, and yet, seeing him in-person was so much different than you had expected. Your file on him had become your side project, of sorts, and was very large. Every witness report, every allegation, every case he worked. You had been building this file for months now, and had enough dirt on him to fill a small house. You knew everything about him. Yet, when your eyes came back to meet his, you were looking at someone unpredictable. Someone you couldn’t place.

“What would you want?” Voight asked, bringing you back to reality.

“My charges dropped. That’s the reason you’re here now, isn’t it? To arrest me in case I didn’t behave? I want my record expunged.”

He huffed a bit, putting his leg down so he could lean forward. “Your record expunged? Have you seen your record?”

“In fact, I have. My services aren’t free, Voight. And if you’re after the file I think you are, that’s just the start of my price.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“Yes, I do.” You stood up first, folding your arms in front of your torso. “So, that’s the first thing.”

“That’s going to take time.”

“I’m sure I can find another buyer who will be willing to work faster.”

He stood up to face you, leaning forward on your desk, looking you over again now that you were standing. You wore jeans that fit just right and a tshirt which showed off your chest and arms just the way you liked. Your lips pulled into a smirk as you leaned down on the desk to face him just the same. “So, what will it be, Henry?”

He seemed to falter as you used his birth name, but put his demeanor back the way it was. “(Y/N), we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you.”

“I don’t play nice,” you hissed, walking around your desk to face him, pushing his shoulders. “Now, get out of my house.”

“I still have a warrant for your arrest,” he growled in reply, letting you push him, but immediately reciprocating by using one hand to push you back into the wall instead. “You’re going to come with me.”

“And I’ll spill all of your dirty secrets to your coworkers.” You pushed back against him, but he was strong. Stronger than you thought a man his age to be. He had you pinned against the wall, inching closer and closer with every word.

“Nobody will believe you,” he replied, shaking his head, but that notion only made you scoff.

“You’re bluffing. I could think of at least four people who want to tear you out of that position. They would listen to me. I’d give them everything.”

His body pressed onto yours, pushing you further into the maroon painted drywall behind you. You huffed, but his body pressed closer and closer until you felt like you couldn’t breathe. His face was mere inches from yours, your breaths mixing as they expelled from your lungs. Your heart raced, but you could feel the adrenaline pump through his body all the same.

“Sounds like we’re in a stalemate,” he growled again, leaning forward to your ear. “One of us will break, and it will be you. Or, you could just give me the file and this would all go away.”

“I’m not giving you the file, and you’ll never get to it,” you huffed again, moving your hands up to push his shoulders back. He pulled back at your silent command, just a little, so he could see your face again. His deep brown eyes met yours, and you shuddered, seeing his exact intentions in that moment.

“I tried to be civil.”

That was the last thing you remembered hearing before he pulled you from the wall, slamming you down on the desk. Your head throbbed in protest as you felt his weight lean over you again. He pinned your hands behind your back, gripping your hair and craning your neck backward. You cried out at the uncomfortable sensation, whimpering beneath him, but refusing to relent. Pulling you up again, he pushed you backward against the wall. You hit with a soft thud before groaning, trying to catch your breath as you used the wall for support.

Voight moved over to you, grabbing your hair again and pulling you up, pulling you to the kitchen a few rooms over. You fought as much as you could, but your strength was no match for his. His face was stone cold as he pushed you into a chair, grabbing some zip-ties from his pocket and tying down your wrists and ankles. You tried to protest before he could get all of them fastened, but he slapped you hard, then punched you in the gut, making you wheeze as the air expelled too quickly from your lungs. You felt like you couldn’t breathe for a moment, getting a little lightheaded. You looked up at him when you regained yourself, swallowing hard as you realized he had gotten a butcher’s knife from the drawer.

“Last chance,” he said, walking over and teasing the skin on your face with the blade. “Give me the combination to your safe.”

“You’ll never get it if you kill me,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

He pressed the blade into your skin, slowly moving it along your cheek to draw blood. “Kill you? No.” He leaned down in your ear, pulling the knife away and pressing the tip of it against your thigh. “But you’re going to wish I had.”

Suddenly, he brought the knife up, then stabbed it with full force into your thigh, pulling away and leaving it there, sticking out. You gasped and cried out in pain, hot tears coming to your eyes. You swallowed hard, breathing rapidly. “F-Fuck you, Voight!”

“You wish,” he huffed in reply, getting a steak knife from the drawer. “You’re going to full of holes by the time I’m done with you. I’m sure one of them will satisfy me.”

You could hardly believe the audacity of the man before you. You’d known him inside and out, all of his dirty secrets were yours, but you could’ve never known how horrible he actually was, deep inside. How morbid he was. Yet, he still slept at night without issue. It was something he nearly bragged about.

He raised the second knife, bringing it down in your forearm. You felt it go all the way through and into the wooden arm of the chair. You screamed in pain, in which he hit you again in the face, grabbing your collar and jostling you, making it hurt worse. “The combination!”

You spat at him, growling in protest, and he took a small moment to look at you before pushing his hands into your face, forcing you to crane your neck back uncomfortably, not to mention his fingernails digging into your skin, leaving deep scratches. You cried out again in pain, trying to escape his grasp. When he finally pulled away, he moved around your kitchen, looking for something else.

He emerged from a drawer with kitchen scissors. If you didn’t fear this man before, you sure did now. The way his eyes darkened as he moved toward you, footsteps heavy, had you shivering. Your heart pounded in your ears, louder and harder than ever. Tears rolled down your cheeks from the pain you’d experienced thus far, but he had no sympathy for you. This was survival for him. You had everything. Everything that could burn him.

You watched as he came to you, flinching and wondering what he was going to do, but when he took your pinkie finger between the scissor blades, you panicked. “W-Wait, WAIT!” You screamed, panting. You knew Voight was serious enough to actually do it, which pushed you to break. “It’s 01-25-73!”

He looked at you for a moment before pulling back, putting the scissors on the counter. You let out a deep breath as he walked away, letting your chin drop to your chest in relief. “Fuck!” You cried, not knowing what would happen next. For all you knew, he would kill you anyways.

Voight left the room and walked into your office, opening the safe and gathering all of the folders. There were about ten thick folders worth of information. He left anything else you’d had in the safe, only taking what he came for. He came back and put them on the counter, humming and looking down at you. “You didn’t have to make it this hard.”

“Fuck you!” You screamed, pulling against the zip ties. “Fucking psychopath!”

Hank hummed. “Maybe.” He walked over, using the scissors to cut one of your wrists, then leaving them just out of your reach on the counter. He grabbed the files and walked out of the house. You could hear him get into his SUV, start it, and promptly drive away.

“Bastard!” You screamed, having to hurt yourself more to be able to grab the scissors, then cutting yourself loose. You pulled the knives from your limbs, limping to the bathroom to get your first aid kit, collapsing on the floor. As you patched yourself up, you couldn’t help but think of him, and how you’d just given up everything. He hadn’t taken your money, or any of the files on your desk. He’d taken only one.

His file.

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 9 months

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The other woman

Johnny joestar x reader x gyro zeppeli

Out of all of your time in this race. You never thought you’d be pinned under one or your partners. That partner being , Gyro Zeppeli.

It was late at night, you were freezing, so.. you moved tents during the night. You didn’t care what tent you went in, as long as it was someone warm, and well, you hate to say it but.. gyro was the only one with enough muscle on him to sustain warmth for both of you. Johnny only had a strong upper body so it was basically 50/50 with him. That really seemed like a hassle you weren’t willing to deal with.

You crawled into the tent and cuddle under the blanket of the warm man.

He opened his eyes a little and made a groan, not to happy about being awakened.

“(Y/N)?”

You inhaled, you knew gyro wouldn’t hurt his team mate but.. he was still powerful.

“I’m sorry Gyro.. I’m just really cold..” you muttered

“So you came to cuddle me? What kind of sick prank is this” he rolled around to face you

“It’s not a prank.” You rolled your eyes

“Oh. So now you’re giving attitude to the one YOU came to in your time of need. I see.”

“Look if you want me to leave I’ll gladly go with Jo-“ before you could finish your sentence he had you pinned under his strong arms

“Wh- what’s going on” you smirked and chuckled out

“(Y/N), you disrespected me. I think you know how I am about that...” His stern tone filled your stomach with butterflies

“Yes I know..” you turned your face away from him, still under his grasp.

“Then why would you do it?”

“I- i didn’t mean it in a disrespectful way.” You looked back at him

He hummed and pressed his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss and moving your hips against his. He moved away from the kiss

“Now. Go to bed already. We have a big day.”

You nodded and laid your head on his chest

The next morning you, Gyro and Johnny made your way to the next stage. Gyro came in 1st, Johnny in 2nd and you followed in 3rd.. barley beating Diego Brando.

The women were eating this up. This was the only time Gyro had gotten first..well not counting when he got disqualified at the beginning.. but that’s besides the point. The girls surrounded him as he dismounted his horse and held her reins in his hand. He tipped his hat at the compliments and praise he earned for the women, acting as if he didn’t know what they wanted. Blowing a kiss and signing papers for the fan girls to ease them off. He had to force his way through their grasp and make his way with Valkyrie to you and Johnny.

Your face red and your heart broken.. did last night mean nothing to him?!

“(Y/N)!” He waved at you as he made his way to you “what’s with the long face?” He gripped your cheeks and shook your head gently

You slapped his hand away and walked away to get water and food for your horse, Johnny followed

“What’s wrong?” Johnny poked at the obvious elephant in the room

“Why do you want to know.” You mumbled and turned away

“Because.. I hate seeing such a nice and lovely person like you be upset.” He was obviously trying to get something but at this point you’d take any for or attention to get back at gyro

“Gyro and I kissed. He had me pinned down and he made out with me. He made me feel loved, then he wants to show off for all of them girls..”

“Did you tell him that?”

“Obviously not Johnny.” You snapped at him

“Sorry.” It was silent “well maybe you could share a tent with me tonight and we can talk about it, I can give you some advice! Yaknow I used to be sorta a playboy back in my prime.” He chuckled

An idea popped into your head. You could use Johnny to get back at Gyro

“I’d like that” you smiled and helped him with getting his horse water

That night you two shared a tent since it was still freezing, I mean it was winter after all!

“So, (Y/N)”

“Yea?” You answered

“What’s the real reason you got jealous”

“Well.. if I’m being honest, Johnny..” you cut your self off by putting your hand on his thigh “I was only trying to get your attention.. this whole time I’ve wanted you.. but feared I would have bitten off more than I could chew” you continued to stroke his ego, his cock coming to life

“M- wait a minute, you want me…?” His face became beet red

You nodded “I’ve wanted you since I seen you fight in the 3rd stage~”

Your hand trailed up his thigh and onto his member

His cock was fully hard now.

“B-but what about Gyro. Wont he be back soon..?” You knew Johnny was right… but you didn’t care, Gyro deserved to be hurt how you were.

“It’ll be quick..” you took his cock out and slid it into your mouth

After a few minutes, Gyro came back early. There was no more fire wood where you three were.

“(Y/N).. you- your mouth feels so good..” Johnny huffed out

Gyro heard this and slung the tent entrance open and yanked you up

“You whore! What is going on here!?” He yelled at you and Johnny

“Gyro! It’s not what it looks like! I was just helping (Y/N)!”

“Yea you were helping alright” he slapped you across the face

“Did last night mean nothing you filthy slut!? You just like being passed around, huh..” you stayed quiet. Another slap came across your face “Answer me whore!”

“Yes.. I guess you could say that” you mumbled nonchalantly. Gyros face went from angry to enraged. Johnny still sitting there with his cock out.. which was kind of awkward since Gyro carried you out of the tent by your shirt and threw you onto the ground.

“Since you want to be a little slut, I guess I’ll treat you like one.” Gyro yanked your pants off and took his cock out. Your home already more willing to welcome him in. “Johnny. Get your ass out here” Johnny made his way over to you two

“Oh my god! Gyro that thing is massive! Put it away!” Johnny shut his eyes closed

“Oh shut up. Get to using (Y/N)’s mouth since you didn’t get to finish early”

Your heart was racing. Your plan hadn’t really gone as planned but hey it was better this way I guess

Johnny stuffed his hardening cock back into your mouth and Gyro began pushing his cock into your hole, your eyes widened as he snapped hips into you without giving you a single second to adjust to his size

Gyro took notice to this

“Oh what? A slut can’t keep their word? Disgusting. Isn’t that right Johnny?”

“M-ah- ye- yea you’re a dirty dirty whore, (Y/N)” he punctuated your name with a hard thrust

Gyro looked at johnnys face and then yours

“Such a talented tongue. How many lies did you tell to get that” he chuckled. Thrusting into you as he held on your hips

You were shaking, the over stimulation was too much, Johnny began to pinch and twist your nipples, you moaned around his cock… the vibrations making him whine

Gyro was pounding into you while calling you nasty names and moaning about how you planned this, and we’ll it wasn’t far from the truth..

“I bet you did this to prove something, huh?! What was it (Y/N)~”

You clenched your eyes, Johnny was still abusing your throat.

“Had to of been those girls you were flirting with..” Johnny stammered out

“At the stage?” Gyro bit is lip and Johnny nodded

“What a needy bitch..” he mumbled

Johnny fucked your throat and came down your throat then pulled out and kissed you

“How filthy (Y/N)” Johnny kissed the shell of your ear

“You want me to fill you?” You nodded and put your hands over your face to hide your lewd expressions

Johnny got note of that and took your hands and held them down..

“I’m going to fill you, just how you wanted.. you better thank me tesoro..” he continued to thrust into you and fuck you hard, like you were nothing but a toy

“Ah thank you G-Gyro! I love it! I love you”

You pulled away from Johnny and reached down and started playing with yourself

“Naughty naughty” Gyro swatted your hand away. You whined, but then he starts playing with you by himself “now, give your hands back to Johnny. Be an obedient bitch.. if you know what good for you!” He thrusted into you as Johnny took your hands and kissed them praising you

“You’re doing good, (Y/N).. taking him like that”

You moaned as you reached your orgasm, Gyro continued to thrust into you until he came.. then the two men admired your dipping cum filled hole.

You were a whimpering, moaning, incoherent mess. It was adorable

“Now.” Gyro threw you something to clean up with “don’t disrespect me again.” He wiped his face off “nyohoho”

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evanwritesgames · 5 months

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Yaknow as a longtime itch.io lurker one thing that makes me sad is that there’s a lot of different takes on the same theme that don’t actually try to do anything new. Usually fantasy stuff. There are so so many fantasy packs that are nearly identical…

The art is fine and a lot of effort already, but it makes the assets not… stand out. Which is understandable! The point is to make something generic anyone can use! But it’s also a shame artistically because there’s little that’s unique to them, so they fade into the background easily… Plus if I need something specific I might have five packs to look through that just don’t do what I want, because they have the same take on the same theme, so I have 7 different Generic Unidentifiable Trees and Village House With Hay Roof but say no wooden cart an ox could pull. (I genuinely don’t remember seeing that as an asset before…)

Say, let’s continue on fantasy packs. I can name like one or two of them that I remember specifically because there was a variety of themes to them— going way beyond man with sword in European forest with some village and river tiles. That’s what makes me actually want to buy them! If there’s a variety in the type of characters and body types, or the kind of places you can lead your characters into (and I can repurpose this stuff even when it SOUNDS super specific! Don’t think I can’t! I grabbed underwater atlantis ruins and made it into an aquarium zoo with themed flooring… one time I made a greenhouse out of several recolored tilesets and the only thing I had to draw was glass tiles!)

I’m not here to complain. See if I want to do something unique, I CAN draw it myself… the thing is, my art is passable, but I don’t like drawing as much as coding so it’s not a great incentive. I’d rather grab something an actual artist made! Genuinely! That’s mutual benefit! So I’m not here to complain I’m just… kinda sad tbh!

When I go look at what’s new a lot of it doesn’t do anything to stand out! It’s just more trees and villages and oh this one has a slime enemy. Well. Like 2 out of 5 I saw in the past month. And they’re all blue. Rimuru come back here

Part of it is of course because I’ve been there a while, but you’d be surprised how some stuff is actually hard to find. A 16x16 4 directions dragon, for instance? I’ve only found one. Why’s no one drawing that when there’s so many 16x16 fantasy packs? (I think it’s because they’re hard to draw, which… fair. but there’s a niche there!)

One time years ago I went looking for a giant beehive environment for a part of a game I was making, and I could not for the life of me find anything, paid or not, so I drew it myself and put it out there. Recently, I noticed someone else did it too (much better than my own lol, more detail, cleaner art, they did a great job)

But like. There’s plenty of other themes that probably never see the light of day. Say, a flesh environment like you’re inside a monster, I’ve only seen a couple float by too, and at least one of them was precisely in a fantasy pack that went out its way to cover a dozen of themes. Most folks stop at the base fantasy stuff as a starting kit. There might be some here and there but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pack intended to be set in a real city, so you can’t really make a historical game without custom assets— wouldn’t there be a lot of games you could make if you could make it look like you’re strolling in Paris in particular? There’s plenty of photo references for this stuff, but people will mostly draw something generic instead (understandably! being too specific risks not selling!). There’s a lot of gaps when everyone does the same stuff over and over, especially if it’s in almost the same way they’ve seen before.

Coz that’s what happens when you try and be generic. You match the generally accepted feel. Look at the current state of anime, you could put half a dozen isekais in the same world and the characters wouldn’t notice anything changed. The tropes barely ever vary from how they’re established. Elves are thin, pale pretty blondes with light eyes and long ears (have you ever seen a fat elf in mainstream media??). Magic is cast with mana and if you go too hard you cough blood (no one remembers tuberculosis is the origin of this trope). Young nobles all go to a magical academy (this is such a funny parody of what europe was like that it’s completely detached from reality at this point).

I find this fascinating. Not bad. Really interesting in its own way. People end up concentrating on details to be creative about and it has its own value. But it does not help anyone be super creative in the broader settings. Even the sceneries are the same, and it ends up reflecting on what you find on itch— because stories that have already been made are what artists draw inspiration from, right? It’s a cycle.

(It’s a cycle in more ways than one, the other day I saw someone compile a bunch of webtoons that re-use the same 3d model of a castle to trace in their story, because they all used the same resources to draw…!)

So, I think going out your way to do something specific makes you stand out lately, if only because there’s so much generic stuff floating around. Specific themes in a huge pack ARE often the appeal. A city isn’t just streets and doors and windows. What about bus stops and railways? Shops with their big letters out front? Parks? And every one in the real world has its own quirks too. If you draw a specific train, it’ll feel homely to someone, and like a faded vacation for someone else. A train you draw as you think about what trains look like from movies and films, or referenced as a midway point between four others, will not evoke a particularly strong feeling, it’s just the idea of a train.

Oh wow this is getting away from me. Apologies. You don’t have to post all that. Let me get back on track.

Lately on itch I noticed one artist who’s been doing a fantasy pack BUT having a fun time doing less realistic colors, and see, that makes them stand out! I actually remember them! But that’s an exception. Most don’t do that. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and winter packs (when they exist) are all white snow over forests with frozen lakes.

From my personal experience the stand out criteria for asset packs are often sheer variety/volume (not super healthy for artists but I think that’s the biggest appeal, which encourages generic takes on stuff… since you want big numbers. Still huge respect for those who actually go through with it, it’s a ton of work, especially if they do take the time to explore themes!) or personal taste (can’t actually control your audience, but say, I’ll pick up characters if I think their faces look particularly cute over more crunched up ones).

TLDR I really respect all the artists on itch but I’m sad “generic” seems to be believed to be the way to go to sell something. I’m not even sure it’s actually true. It feels like christmas whenever I find something I’ve never seen before on itch! (ouch my wallet. yes i have an asset hoarding problem.)

All that to say: I really like your art! It stood out to me from how expressive and diverse it feels! I’ll be looking at your future works~ Sorry about the ramble hahaha I spent like… an hour more on this than I intended o-O No need to post it if you don’t wanna…

Hey, don't worry about the length. I write long ass rambles, rants, and essays all the time. On letterbox'd you can see me write 10k words for movies 5 people saw. I appreciate a person who can speak at length about things and isn't afraid to follow sidebars and tangents and can and does circle back to the point effectively. Underrated skills.

This was really fascinating to read and could EASILY be reshaped into a convincing "state of the union" style essay about where things are at for this aspect of Itch. Itch does not receive much coverage the way other big internet things do, not that I know of. I have to admit though that I'm not in "the community" of itch very much. I have a weird disconnect where it's hard for me to see how and where to "join" stuff and I often find myself on the margins wondering why I can't get closer. I kinda hope the weird meta-discourse on things like Youtube never really happens to itch but if it did, I suspect reflective essays like yours here would be the higher quality material.

Anyways. It's nice to know that you appreciate what I try to do with my assets. You're bang on that "generic" seems to sell better but also comes with major caveats. I noticed there were almost no unofficial cyberpunk/scifi/future assets for RPG Maker and similar all the way back in 2001 when I first started playing with RM2K. It hasn't got much better since then and I suppose part of that may be a lack of standout, big deal indie games (particularly RPG maker games) that use these aesthetics. There is ALWAYS time for fantasy, even the generic Western Europe shit that you always see. There is also an entire subgenre of "Stardew-like" assets and games. I myself am making a take on the lifesim genre, The Hedge Wizard, but the art style is probably closer to Earthbound, Roots of Pacha, etc than to Stardew. You can see some of the material from that on my tumblr if you're keen.

My personal fantasy theme, The Nine Realms, on itch, is Norse inspired and does feature diverse characters for the exact reasons you highlight. I think the fantasy genre and JRPGs have a long history of racism, some of it very mild and some of it not at all. The kind of person who looks at my Nine Realms stuff and goes "black vikings? wtf" is a person I don't want anywhere near me or my work. They're not only factually incorrect assuming Europe was some kind of white fortress, but they're missing the point. I'm glad you get it because it means someone does. You may be interested to know that Nine Realms basically does not sell. I periodically work on it still because I have a big plan for it (including a take on elves I think you'll like) but it's a passion project. I think it would sell better if I was more holistic in my approach to what assets to include (one piece of advice I got was that it should include "farmsim" stuff and I see why but haven't been especially moved to get into that). In the very cynical and depressed part of my brain, I assume racism and "anti-woke" sentiment is part of the reason it doesn't sell too. I deliberately drew a line in the sand, a thing I do often on principle, and I can handle the consequences. Like you, I am often fascinated by these things, especially how tropes work.

At the end of the day, artists are on itch for different reasons. There's a small community of pixel artists who specifically do itch stuff and there's a split between those who buy into the hustle mindset, the personal brand, all that shit, and people who do not. I do not. I know it means I'm "less successful" but the far end of the more hustle-oriented artists are people who analyze Youtube metrics and exploit children for money (people don't like to admit or consider that the internet's demographics have fundamentally changed) creep me the fuck out and I won't be part of that.

Would love a link to the fantasy artist you mention. Always looking for people to follow on itch. I also tend to like unorthodox color choices. I played a game a while back that was basically a top down Soulslike made out of scribbles. Can't remember the title and google is of no help as usual. Haha. Anyway, that one was cool.

Last thing I'll say for now is that I do have something new coming, a new theme, that is all in b&w or grayscale. I've teased it a bit but let me know if you want the full pitch and I can lay it out. It's the thing called Retro Dead City. Might be a big enough hint right there. Haha.

Thank you for showing so much interest in me and my work. I really appreciate it and enjoy conversations like this.

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yourbittertarottruth · 25 days

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you are so cool and non judgemental to chat with, so thanks very much once again! yeah I think the whole hysteria abojt idols fs in away its intruiging from a non obsessive point of view but for those who do obsess about idols fs are going to be in for a shock whenber idols are revealed to be dating and shock horror, its not themselves.

honestly I regret not really going for it and learning a genuine skill that I could then use later on but sometimes its just matter of having opportunities or being in the right situations to actually gain those skills, for example you could go to a really shitty school and learn something amazing or you can go to a better school but have shitty classmates or teachers that are of no real use to you or courses that arent available and so on and so forth, whilst idols have to go through a lot I do think what they get to do is super cool cause when they pass on they have a legacy to be proud of. Sadly I think it just comes down to them being in the right areas or theyre from the right families who can invest so much into idols gaining their skills and talents. I have yet to really see someone from my country denut in kpop group sooooo it kind of says a lot of where kpop is heading and that they were going to smerica come what may. its just sometimes our situations are very limiting and we cant always win at everything in life either or say you might want to do something but realistically you know its slim to none chances and i think at some point it has an age limit of when you can succeed at it. So even if i wanted to do what i originslly wanted it would take many more years just to get to a good skill and even then you might not be the best at it

I also think sometimes social media makes things neither great nor bad cause people can upload their skills and really empahsis on what they want nowadahs whereas when I was a kid we were doing fuck all with our free time yaknow? kids nowadays shouldnt waste their younger years is what im saying. sometimes i think that i dont fit in with my generation cause of how screen obsessed we all have become and then i dont fit in with newer generations cause they have so many more ways of making success for themselves, im just like what can i offer? honestly not much.

thats also why i lowkey wouldnt mind passing on early just to get out of this screen world that we are in and yet older generations were never bothered with taking selfies then they wouldnt habe been able to get social validation via online, so they were probs happier and things were at least affordable back then. i kinda envy the older generations in that respect, we only got to experience a small handful of years without the pressures of social media and ever since idfk 00s or earlier it kinda went to shit really.

everyone was expected to be online and idk how i really feel about it anymore im sort of over it and modern society generally sucks. so many idols get backlash for no good reason, youtubers who dont do anything wrong get gossiped about and snark pages are endless so even if someone wants to do something amazing with their lives they cant avoid scrutiny of any sorts. its just got way out of hand and its past the point of saying well just dont use it then cause we technically need these devices constantly so ergo its not hard to not be delulu about celebs and the likes either cause its literally everywhere.

Sorry for the late response, been caught up in some important stuff recently (it's not bad stuff LMAO)!! Anyways, thank you so much! I try my best to remain open-minded of any/all perspectives before forming an opinion of my own and even so, I'm very open to hearing others opinions on these matters. Debating issues is something I genuinely enjoy, as long as it is a polite and healthy debate ofc. It is quite interesting, I'd say it has something to do with the "loneliness epidemic" (as I like to call it) of these times. We're in a time where technology is increasing rapidly and human interaction isn't as common, we're more attached to our screens than actual people and that becomes an issue when it places you out of touch with reality! The obsessions over being an FS and whatnot is genuinely awful, like fans hating on idols and their relationships have led to some couples even splitting; look at Lee Jae Wook and Karina from Aespa as our most recent example. It's never too late to try, really. You can learn any skill no matter your age as long as you can put enough effort in, remain disciplined and dedicate time to it! I think your point there is quite valid, but since technology has advanced so rapidly, you can realistically learn most skills online now by a few quick google searches, taking notes, learning and applying them practically. I think it is quite cool how idols have a legacy that'll be remembered for a while. It's something I'd want to achieve before passing on, as even though making an impact, being remembered, etc isn't a neccessity it does in a way lessen the anxiety about passing on? It makes you feel like there is a chance that people will still mention you, bring you up, that what you did could be studied or researched by other people, that your story could motivate others into getting their shit together, etc. A lot of idols aren't in the right areas or families, though. I'll use BTS as an example here; some members had extremely poor families and were from a run-down agency that could never compete with the big 3. Look at where they are now? They single-handedly built up their label, going from Bighit to HYBE. Practice makes perfect, the more you practice, the more work you put in, the better you will get at that skill! Obviously, blind optimism isn't helpful but if you take the realistic steps in place to where you want to be in the next few years now; it will happen and you will succeed. I completely agree that we, as a society, have all become too screen obsessed and I'm also guilty of this, but it is an issue. It's caused a lot of parents to just let the screen teach their kids, too. I'm sure you have a lot to offer to the world, even if you might not think so. You can do it, though! I believe in you and I'm proud of what you have done so far :] !! I had a discussion with a friend about a similar topic to this, but a lot of trends now are fueled by "nostalgia" where things looked happier and less daunting to live in. I think after 2015 is when things started to spiral, but that's my personal take. You're more than free to disagree with anything I've said!! I don't think you should force yourself to be online, stick to the trends, etc. Do what makes you happy and you'll see yourself shine brilliantly! And yeah, a lot of delusional ideals are fueled by big companies nowadays, too, since fans will obviously put more money into those celebs if they feel like they might get "noticed" - which could also be why concert tickets are getting higher and higher even for newly debuted groups. That's my take on all this, though, feel free to respond and add on, agree, disagree, etc! <33

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hello---cello · 3 months

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I just found your blog via a retweet from someone I follow. What is Intern AU?

Also, does the AU affects the Ridonculous Race?

Oh hey first ask ever how fun!

Also, I have no idea how you saw that on twitter since I don't have one lol but ah well.

And as for your question, I'll do you one better and give a rough outline for the AU's timeline (If you only care about the RR stuff, skip to the end.)

So, during TDI Noah starts to help around the Playa De Losers a lot, first by chance and then because the interns began to subconsciously rely on him since he is a responsible dude.

Then after the TDI special and Noah fails to qualify for TDA, Chris approaches him with the offer to become an intern behind the scenes. He still makes his Aftermath appearances, but he's also managing the staff and other logistical stuff. He also gets to hire Eva as security, since a certain purple haired girl keeps trying to sneak onto set.

Then, he gets into TDWT, and instead of going home in London, Noah gets out in "Anything Yukon can do, I can do better!". How? Chris rigs it against him and basically forces him to get eliminated, orchestrating the challenge to make Noah look bad by making things harder for him.

Then when Noah gets eliminated, Chris brings him back as an intern. since he can't hide behind the scenes (plane lol) he gets to make small cameos on camera while he also does his other stuff.

While on the plane he also discovers Ezekiel in the cargo hold, and after talking with Chris, invites him to the intern team. But Zekes role is to pretend to be feral like in the show. so that stuff still happens just know Zeke is acting.

Anyways, yadayadayada WT happens, then ROTI (Where Dakota also gets to be an intern lol) then Pakhitew (Where Topher imprints himself on the intern team and he is reluctantly absorbed into it) and after being through so much he decides he needs a break.

But unfortunately for Noah, his contract says he needs to work for the network for another year at least before he can get a break, so he gets. creative.

RR is an up-and-coming show produced by the same networks as TD, and Noah proposes the idea of the "Reality TV pros" As a way to get out of the studio. Owen's just happy to spend time with his little buddy.

So, Noah still gets to join the RR cast like normal, BUT the difference here is he is more overworked and only taking the competition seriously cause he knows as soon as he gets out, he's gonna be slated as an intern for the remainder of RR.

He'd also get out later than he does in canon, and other teams' placements would change too? Also, I think Nemma would just become a close platonic friendship during RR but could develop into a relationship after the show. I feel like Noah knows better than to date while the camera's rolling lol. Idk I hadn't really thought as far as RR until now.

But yeah, that's the timeline of the AU as of now, I know it's not completely what you asked for but I hope it covered your question!

Also I'll post more au stuff eventually, but, yaknow, life and stuff sometimes makes things very difficult.

#Ask #intern noah au

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jacobseedz · 2 years

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You, and only you - J.S

summary: just you and Jacob sitting, enjoying the day.

The sun shone brightly, lightning up the whole county. As always it burned your skin, but you were so used to it, you didn't even seem to care about being sunburned later.

"Do you really believe the shit your brother preaches?" you suddenly asked, the man beside you tensed up, standing straighter than he usually does, his hand tightening around his signature red rifle.

"..careful, pup. You might be my favourite, but someone might take your words the wrong way." Jacob warned.

"I don't ca-, WAIT! What do you mean favourite? I'm the ONLY favourite. You better not like anyone better than me, or I swear I'll rip your head off of your shoulders." you glared, looking directly into his beautiful eyes.

The moment he smirked, you knew he was just toying with you to get a rise out of you, at which you mumbled nasty words under your breath. However, you knew he meant no harm, Jacob wasn't usually playful, unless he was trying to manipulate someone and scare them, but when it came to you? That man could be a big teddy bear, for all you knew.

One of Jacobs judges walked towards you, and nuzzled his snout into your face, making you laugh at how supposedly deadly and lethal the creature was, yet in your presence, it merely turned into a small cub that wanted to play and cuddle all day long.

"You're making my judges weak." The redneck sighed, sitting down on the grass, beside you. Close enough, that your arms were touching, although his were a little bit scratchy, from the marks and burns, but you didn't mind. He brought you a great deal of comfort. The judge moved around you, to make way for his master, but still be able to nuzzle into your side.

"Seems like not only the judges." you smirked, nudging his side.

Jacob grunted, then brought his free hand around you, brining you closer to his side. The rifle now long forgotten, laying beside his feet.

"I'm not weak, pup." he replied.

"No, you're not.." his gaze turned towards you, inspecting your face, as if waiting for any other comment about him.

"But for me you are and always will be.." you smirked, yet again. How could you help yourself? It was just so fun teasing him, knowing you were right, but he'd never admit it to your face, or anyone's.

"Whatever you say."

The silence after that was comforting, just sitting with each other, forgetting about the shitty world around, the crazy deputy and mental, so called 'prophet'.

A memory, from the day you realised your feelings for Jacob, you just knew you'd end up in his crazy family. Good for both of you, that Joseph accepted you, even called you a blessing for his older brother that would save him from the collapse, and together you'd march into Edens Gate. Josephs 'stories from God' always made you roll your eyes.

"Ah, so this must be the Y/N." said Joseph, too cheerfully for you liking, as if he was hiding something beneath that creepy ass smile.

Trying to be nice, you just nodded politely, squeezing Jacobs hand, which he squeezed back for reassurance, that everything would be fine.

"Yep, that's me. And you're Joseph.." then you looked at the other man, in a very expensive, and actually gorgeous coat, who was looking you up and down, like he wanted to ravish you then and there, or murder you in the most painful way, "John,", at that he flashed you a pearly white smile, then your gaze turned to the blissed out, dressed in white, lunatic, who never stopped looking at her 'Father', "Faith."

Joseph ignored the bite in your tone, and just smiled, "What wonderful news, Jacob finally found his soulmate. I knew this would happen, I saw it.. I saw you, saving his from the end, and bringing a new generation with us in Edens Gate."

Jacob choked on his spit, you looked at Joseph as if he'd grown a second head.. "Yeah, okay, I'm sorry, but I think we have to go, I really promised Jacob to train with the judges, sooo yaknow.." before anyone could get another word it, you turned around, Jacobs hand in yours and marched towards the jeep, "Bye!"

Well, that day you didn't really train the judges, not that you even trained them at all, but lets just say, Jacob made the day so much more eventful...

"Honestly, I...I don't know if what he's saying is true, but it brings me a purpose, and a purpose for others." Jacob interrupted your thoughts. His head was up, looking at the clear sky, his hand stroking your bare thigh.

"It's okay to not know, I just hope his actions won't get out of hand, I'd rather my man come home safe and sound in one piece, you know?"

"I always come back to you pup."

You smiled at him, bringing your hand to his face, and taking his chin between your thumb and pointer finger to tilt his head towards you. His eyes spoke many unsaid words, yet you already knew everything you wanted and needed to know. Closing the distance, you kissed him softly, caressing his scarred face, making him literally melt underneath your touch, like he's never before. Only you made him weak, only you

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Part two will be soon!

sorry for errors!

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barrenclan · 1 year

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO THE BESTEST LADS EVER

that was suuccch a strong start to the issue, the pure excitement stored within beeface was such a delight to see. she sure loves violence and yaknow what, girlboss. let women commit crimes. also her exaggerated movements to show off the differences.. it just shows how hyped she is about it and it was soooo goofy. and it’s so in character and ironic that when it comes to actually hunting reptiles, she’s one of the two who stick back and watch, leaving redpelt to be the one who helps hands on, or i guess paws on.

speaking of redpelt, my BELOVED. her instantly trying to stop conflict between plumstripe and beeface when it rears its head, before giving up and just getting the lesson on the road. i wanna know what was running through her head when she was called thrasher and cormorantpaw’s immediate shocking realization. she seemed pretty nervous about the whole ideal, i think? i wonder if she was gonna rat to cootstorm about pinepaw’s goofing around, or was just gonna gently remind them to cool down? i just. omg redpelt frfr. absolute blorbo. picking her up and putting her in my pocket and running away.

now time for the rambling i’ve been waiting for.. PINEPAW AND CORMORANTPAW. ohhh meee gosh these little guys. their parallels in having these burdens shape their view of the world, cormorantpaw in having a kill to live mindset and pinepaw in knowing that they are walking on the dead (that’s almost a parallel if you think about it, one about ending life and one about knowing the death that comes with it), and how it fills them with their own deep emotions, own stresses, and how they react with what’s around them. the moment i saw it i was like “oh no, cormorantpaw’s gonna accidentally kill one, isn’t he.” and yep. he maimed a lizard. my boy NOOOO. i so feel like that wasn’t intended, especially with how he didn’t kill all, just pure accident, pure instinct by how he was raised. and i’m beginning to feel thrasher also taught him to kill cats, with how excited he got when he caught pinepaw and wanted his pops to know, to be praised for what he was raised to do. i also love how the illusions behind redpelt and cormorantpaw upon the accidental thrashering show one eye for cormorantpaw and none for thrasher. i’ve taken it as cormorant, as a young kit, has begun to be blinded by thrasher’s mindset but still has a childlike innocence, but thrasher has been completely blinded by his desire to kill to live. i know i said this was gonna be a pinepaw and cormorantpaw focused section, but geez i got carried away by my love for cormorantpaw’s lore and character.. that’s probably a good thing, haha. but back to that! cormorantpaw being confused at first before realizing and taking pinepaw’s challenge for a chase, and then as they’re quietly walking back pinepaw admitting that yeah, he really is the best…. these LADS.

almost hoped that asphodelpaw would friendly friendly one. haha. i rate this issue 10 lizard beefaces out of 10

Beeface is an absolute terror to the local reptile populations and she does it just for the thrill. And yeah, she's plenty willing to look cool and knowledgeable, but do actual work? No thank you.

Redpelt was pretty startled by Cormorantpaw calling her Thrasher, but as she doesn't have any context for who that is I think she'd just assume it was someone from his past and not try to interrogate him about it. Redpelt wouldn't chew them out for messing around cause it's really not that serious! Beeface made a bigger deal out of it than it was, but Redpelt still wants to remind them to be cautious and aware of their surroundings out in the wastes. But kids will be kids, and she respects that.

EHEHH I LOVE all your thoughts on Cormorant and Pine so much... my boys... I'm also really glad you like Cormorant's lore!! It's been really fun for me to write his backstory and I'm super excited to get deeper into it.

My silly boys <3 thank you as always for leaving such sweet and thoughtful comments. :)

#ask #issue 16 #pinepaw #cormorantpaw #beeface #redpelt #thrasher #(SORRY FOR FORGETTING TO POST THIS ASK I SWEAR I MEANT TO)

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Innocent Pt. 9

After our time together in the church, I couldn't get Rafe out of my mind. I hated to shower because then I washed his scent off me and out of my hair. I found myself tracing all the places he'd kissed me with my fingers, molding it into memory. I was infected by Rafe Cameron and I couldn't wait to see him again. I was sad to learn that he had gone to the Bahamas for a few days with his dad the next day. I don't know why I'm so disappointed that he left without a good-bye or even bothered to tell me last night when we were together. I huffed in disappointment but Leah snapped me out of it, offering me some M&M's she'd just paid for.

"It's sad, yaknow? John B and Sarah." Leah's comment snaps me out of my funk, reminding me that Rafe's sister had died and never once brought it up. And I'd never asked. Guilt seeps in deep to my bones. "Why do you look like you're going to be sick?" Leah widens her eyes at me.

"I uh, just feel bad that we didn't really know them." I lie and she knows I'm a liar.

"Whatever. I know you got the hots for Rafe Cameron." Leah calls me out just like that and nervous laughter slips from me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I snatch the M&M's from her and pour some in my mouth. She swats at me and takes the bag back.

"Did you sleep with him? You seem different. Lighter, maybe? Like you're happy." Leah eyes me suspiciously and I cave. I spill my heart and soul about the ongoing situation that is me and Rafe Cameron and she downs M&M's like popcorn. Minutes tick by before she finds the ability to speak again.

"Do you think you'll do it again?" Leah wags her eyebrows at me and I laugh.

"I don't know. Maybe? I want to get on birth control but I can't do it without my parents finding out." I sigh.

"Just go to the clinic. Tell them you don't have insurance and you'll get it for free." Leah shrugs so casually. The last time I'd asked my mother about birth control she'd told my father and it didn't go over very well.

"Do you want to carpool to school Monday?" I changed the subject.

"Uh duh? I'll pick you up. We don't want to risk your car making us late all the time like last year." We both giggle as we finish off the M&M's. I was thankful school was starting back up so I didn't have to spend mornings hiding in my room at home. Tomorrow is Sunday which means the store is closed and Leah insists we go to the clinic to start birth control. I agree but only if she goes with me. I settle on an IUD so I don't have to worry about hiding or forgetting pills. This way my parents will never know.

Monday rolls around and the whole school is quiet over the loss of John B. Sarah went to the Kook Academy but a lot of people here still knew who she was. The whole thing was sad. I couldn't believe John B was charged with murder of the sheriff and Sarah ran off with him anyway. They took a boat head on into a tropical storm and the cops lost them, ruling their deaths an accident. They chose to die together instead of being apart if John B had gone to prison. After school, Leah takes me to the store and she's quiet the entire drive. I can tell she's having a hard time keeping her mouth shut. I'm about to call her out on it when she finally speaks.

"I heard something today." She blurts, casting me a nervous look.

"Okay? What was it?" I question, checking my phone again to find zero messages from Rafe.

"The Pogues are telling people that it wasn't John B that shot the sheriff. It was Rafe." My phone slips from my hands and hits the floor board. We roll to a stop at a stop sign and Leah meets my wide eyes. I can't think of a single thing to say. Is this why he kept saying he was a bad man? Did Rafe really kill the sheriff? He all but told me he'd hurt someone. He'd told me so many times and I hadn't listened. I thought he was just trying to scare me away.

"I thought you should know." Leah says softly as we pull up at the store. I nod and get out without another word. I relieve my mother and take over managing the store with my mind running a mile a minute. What had I done? What am I going to do?

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 9 months

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Semi public handjob: Johnny Joestar x f!reader

It’s no secret that you desired Johnny. Gyro would often use it against you in arguments so how could you forget.

One night, you, gyro and Johnny found a place to stay for the night.. it was a cabin in a not so populated area.

Gyro and Johnny went over and knocked on the door while you waited, posted on your horse

“Hello.” A man with grey hair and a skull goatee came out

“Oh.. sorry to interrupt but we were wonder if we could stay the night here. See, we’re i the steel ball run race and we really have nowhere to stay tonight.” Gyro explained

“And what time do you exactly plan on leaving?” The man looked down at Johnny

“Early in the morning.”

The man nodded “names Ringo. Come inside and get washed up. I’m making dinner now.”

The men thanked him and motioned for you to join them.

“Thank you sir..”

the man looked you up and down “not a problem. You can go take a shower if you want. It’s upstairs.”

“Thank you. I’ll be back in a few minutes…”

You let gyro and Johnny know you were going to take a shower

Your mind started to drift as you took your clothing off. It’s been so long since someone had touched you, you had dreams about Johnny being the one to feel you up and take what he wanted from you

Soon enough you got out of the shower and headed downstairs to get with Johnny.

“Dinners ready. Do any of you want any?”

“I’m fine.. I’ll just sit down on the couch. I’m a bit tired anyways.”

“Oh I forgot. There is only one other room. Someone is probably gonna have to sleep on the couch.”

You all three looked at each other

“We could all probably fit on that bed!” Gyro joked

“Well actually we probably could. Me and y/n are both rather small so you could sleep in the bed with us.”

“… I guess” gyro stopped laughing and looked at the floor in embarrassment

The three of you got ready for bed and started making the sleeping arrangements

“Johnny you can sleep in the middle if you want.” You pointed to the bed

“I’ll sleep on the edge. I don’t feel like being crushed by gyro all night.. plus you’re a girl so you should be protected and comfortable.. take the middle.”

You smiled slightly

“We should probably lay down then.. tomorrow is going to be s long day yaknow..”

The two men agreed

Gyro laid down, then you helped Johnny lay down and you crawled over gyro

“Move gyro! You took over my whole side!”

“Geez sorry! Here I’ll move.”

You three got comfortable, gyro drifted off to sleep and you pretend to be asleep and roll over to lay on johnnys chest.

“Y/n?”

You hummed

“What are you doing..?”

“Nothing jojo..” you moved your hand to his thigh and began kissing his neck

“Y/n.. what about gyro?” He whispered loudly

“He won’t know. You know he’s a heavy sleeper~” his cock started springing to life as you spoke those words “plus.. I think you need some time to relax, all you do is worry..”

Johnny nodded as his breath began to hitch

Your hand made its way onto his cock, rubbing him through his pants.

“Just take it out..” Johnny whispered

You did as he asked and started pumping his cock into your hand. Johnny began whispering your name, moaning about how good you make him feel and then

“Oh fuck.. y/n.. I- oh god I love it.. I love you!”

“You.. love me?”

Johnnys face went blank and he nodded

You began to pump faster, tightening your grip a little more

“Cum for me jojo. Show me how much you love me.”

Johnny began kissing your forhead and moaning sweet nothings into your ear as you pumped him guiding him to his sweet release all over your hand..

Gyro turned over

“Can you two be quiet.” He laughed it off and rolled back over

You two froze and didn’t speak again for the rest of the night

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