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c-c-cherry · 4 years

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I saw this hc on insta from kerbabbles, and it's abt Zeppeli being Jonababy's father figure (bc George might've messed him up bad bc he was rly strict with jona) so I was wondering if you have any hcs for this hc. Do ya?

Hello!! I’d never seen this artist before when this popped up in my ask box so I checked them out and HHHHGGGNNNN OH MY GOD I’ve gotten a taste of glory that I’m probably never going to get again because part one is horrendously underwritten but Jesus it was an idea that I’d never even thought of but now I can never live without itjjfhgjkghf

I am now a firm believer now that the reason Jonathan punched toxic masculinity down like a sack of potatoes is because of William Anthonio Zeppeli. This man builty his confidence up so much compared to living with Dio for years AND SHOWED HIM THE LOVE HE DESERVES

So you know what I WILL do? Make some wholesome headcanons because I need to dump my thoughts on this matter somewhere. And because Jonathan Joestar needs a gentle parental figure, too :)

(Go check out Kerbabbles on Instagram! They’ve got that good wholesome shit and inspired this ask and this post!)

Alright without further ado:

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Zeppeli learns by the second training day that raising his voice is a big no-no

-He hasn’t known Jojo for long, but training for the first time is rough

-There’s a lot of methods to Hamon training, especially when you’re first training someone, and he learns pretty quickly that the calm and collected route is the way to go with our boy Jojo

-The moment he starts to raise his voice, even if its out of praise, he can see Jonathan completely stiffen and lose all focus that he initially had

-Jojo just keeps vigorously apologizing each time he’s done it and almost braces himself to get yelled at again

-He refuses to talk about why he reacts this way and Will ain’t gonna lie,,,that shit’s kinda concerning ;-;

-But he makes due with it and makes sure to be chill with praise and criticism alike :)

Jonathan’s perfectionism is surprisingly extremely high

-A bit of a flaw with Jonathan is that he’s not only very wary of things he isn’t perfect at, but he also gets impossibly frustrated when he can’t do them perfectly from the beginning >:(

-He’s like one of those sweet, soft people that could never raise their voice to people they love but get so angry with themselves that they just end up glaring really hard at the ground until they start crying out of pure frustration

-George Joestar fucked him up in that sense

-He was always raised to be perfect at everything he did, and when he wasn’t he would be forced to keep on going until he could or deprive him of things when he couldn’t

-Because of Dio humiliating him at every mistake he made as they were growing up, he’s just fucking terrified of failing in front of other people

-He’ll screw something up and get ready for a barrage of insults only for Will to be like “its okay, just try again”

-It gets to the point where he starts thinking that if he hasn’t disappointed Zeppeli yet, he’s bound to at some point and starts being the one who’s actually the hardest on himself

-When he messes something up, he’ll go without dinner because his logic is ‘if I don’t punish myself then he will and that’s even more shameful’

-It starts to get noticeable and in the end Will is practically shoving a soup bowl into his hand like “son you need to eat” and Jojo is so fucking confused because he didn’t do anything right so how could he possibly earn it?

-It ends up with the two of them arguing over it while Speedwagon and Poco are just sitting there like ;_;

“I don’t need this. I haven’t earned it.”

“You’ve been training all day! Of course, you’ve earned it!”

“I haven’t done a single thing right today! I shouldn’t—”

“You need to eat to keep your strength up.”

“But I don’t—”

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t—deserve it!”

“Who said you didn’t deserve it?”

-And the moment he says that, Jojo gets this look on his face and Zeppeli’s internally like shit fuck and Jonathan absolutely crumbles

-His mind goes back to all those nights growing up that he didn’t earn or deserve dinner that night because he couldn’t master whatever skill George wanted and Dio could do

-Because of course he needs to be punished for being bad and messing up, its the only way he can learn

-Because what other way was there?

“...”

“...you always deserve it.”

-There. Are. Tears.

-Jonathan slurps up his soup like a good boy and THERE ARE TEARS

-And he eats his dinner that night knowing he does deserve it (because Will and Speedwagon won’t stop reminding him <3 )

Speedwagon is asthmatic (and Zeppeli figures this out the hard way)

-He’s always wondered why Speedwagon is basically incapable of learning Hamon because the man seems to have a lot of skill in combat and even more in resilience

-Speedy doesn’t really seem to know either but he said he’s just awful at controlling stuff like his breathing so that must be why

-Will just thinks he’s over-exaggerating for the most part

-Until one really chilly night he wakes up to someone gasping for air

-He creeps over and realizes its Speedwagon and tries to get him to regulate but he just keeps gasping that he can’t

-He thinks its a panic attack of some sort and tries to reassure him that he can and it's alright but it doesn’t help and he comes to the realization that Speedwagon literally cannot breathe

-He props our boy Speedy up and and rubs his back to help him actually fuckin’ breathe and does some cool Hamon ripple shit and JONATHAN AND POCO SOMEHOW ARE JUST ABLE TO SLEEP THROUGH THIS

-After coughing a significant amount, he’s finally stabilized and Will’s like “bro what the fuck was that” because Speedy just seems absolutely cool with it

-”Oh, I told you I couldn’t breathe sometimes, didn’t I?”

-Hggnnn he didn’t think the man meant it literally

-He can’t really teach him Hamon, but he does the next best thing: use his Hamon to protect his homie :)

The king of keeping calm >:)

-Yes he is the calm dad friend. Yes he will use this to his advantage

-Sometimes Jojo gets too worked up about everything and focuses so hard on breathing that he forgets how to breathe entirely and our man is there to help

-Breathing exercises? Yeah. Meditating? Hell yeah. Sometimes just being the one to hug you and say that everything is going to be okay? MEGA HELL YEAH.

-Between:

Speedwagon: a known freak-outer

Jonathan: who’s been living in the Joestar mansion his entire life and doesn’t have a shred of street smarts

And a literal CHILD

he needs to be doing damage control all the damn time

The dad energy is impeccable

-He was a father, after all. He’s good at what he does

-BEST HUGS HANDS DOWN. Just looking at this man gives off good hug vibes :)

-Is the oldest and most experienced in the group and is always down to drop some sick wisdom

-The dad ‘stache

-Jonathan laments about the looming Dio confrontation a lot and doesn’t sleep as much as he should, but Will is always there to stay up with him

-George never had time to talk about things like feelings, but Jonathan notices that Zeppeli actually...wants to?

-Will claims it’s good for your lungs to get stuff off your chest, but Jonathan is really taken aback when the man starts asking him about how he’s feeling and why

-Before he knows it he’s spilling over and telling him EVERYTHING

-Good cry. Good hugs. Good, cathartic time

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As if I thought I couldn’t get anymore feral with my headcanons. This takes the fucking cake, I think. I’m so feral for phantom blood found family now you don’t even KNOW

Thanks for bearing with me. My ask box is open if you have some good ol’ headcanon questions (or if you just wanna come say hi hehe <3)

#jjba #jjba headcanons #ask-c-c-cherry #jonathan joestar #jojos's bizarre adventure #speedwagon #will zeppeli #phantom blood

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freejaybird · 4 years

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hi!! i saw you opening requests for rdr2 hcs?? i was wondering if you'd write about how the gang members react when you gift them something out of the blue????? no limits to whoever it is.. just write whoever you like bcs i love them all!! thank u so much!!! stay safe 💜💜

this is such a MF CUTE IDEA!!! Thank you so much for requesting, I really hope I did your request justice! It was genuinely so much fun to create. I just did the boys on this one because I didn’t want it to be too long, however, if you’d like one including the girls too don’t be afraid to ask <3 stay safe!!

Arthur Morgan

You decided it’d be best to give him your gift outside of camp. You both had just finished scouting out a job, the sun resting high in the afternoon sky. It’s rays melted through your clothing, coating your skin in a growing layer of sweat. With a sigh, you look longingly at Flat Iron Lake, whose water you could see gleaming through the trees.

It’s on account of your invitation to go cool off at the shore of the lake, and you’re not surprised that the bulky cowboy next to you agreed almost immediately. He adjusted his gamblers hat, spurring his horse through a nebulous trail through the brush. You followed his lead, as you usually did.

Soon enough, you’re both chilling on the shore, boots long ago kicked off and pants rolled up. The water lapped up at your legs, creating a chill that rolled from your feet all the way up to your shoulders. A wonderful breeze kicks through the air, and it's now when you’re both in pure bliss to give him his gift. Your hand fumbled in your pant pocket, fingers squeezing around the object in an act to reassure yourself before you presented it to him with a smile.

“So- I thought you’d like this”

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The first thing he utters is, “Darlin’, are you- you sure you meant this for me?”

A blush coats your cheeks, the warmth a wonderful opposite to the cool water that swallowed your legs. You nod assuredly, pushing the gift towards him more to convince him to take it from you.

He’ll hold the gift extremely gently, fingers carefully wrapping around it as he turns it in his large hand. His silence worries you for just a second, and you’re just about getting ready to regret every single action in your life leading up to this moment. In reality, though, Arthur’s still reeling in the fact that out of everyone in the goddamn camp, you decided to give him a gift.

You shift your posture to divert your gaze to the water in front of you. The sun glistened off the lake, light rolling in symphony with the rhythm of the waves. The shaded spot you two were sat together in provided a wonderful paradise from the rest of the world, and, as you take a deep breath, you relish in the feeling. You shift your eyes to his again, delighted to see that he met your gaze this time.

His eyes almost seem to twinkle when his gaze falls into yours, and his hesitant, heavy hand comes to rest on your shoulder gently, as if he was afraid that if he rested the full weight of his hand on you you’d sink into the ground. He then proceeds with the goofiest, most sweet smile on his face to say,

“I.. well this is beautiful, Y/N. Thank you.”

You don’t think you’ve smiled so hard in your life.

After that encounter, Arthur will absolutely agonize over what to get you back. Every time he rides out of camp, his mind is extremely distracted by what to give you. He cherishes your gift nearly every day, so he wants to get you something you’ll like nearly as much.

Oh, and he’d definitely sketch your gift in his journal too, with a typical Arthur™ caption that’d say something along the lines of, “So, Y/N gifted me something today. Still making up my mind about what to gift her back”

When he finally does get you something, you can tell he put a lot of thought into it. It’s most likely something that no one else would think to get you, such as a secret hobby you divulge in or something you’ve secretly been yearning to buy for yourself for a while.

Whenever he sees you using what he got for you, it’s insanely difficult to hide the proud smile and blush that coats his features. You both will definitely tease each other about your reactions.

Dutch Van Der Linde

It’s a relatively cool evening when you decide that the moment is right to give Dutch your gift. You had chosen it out for him very carefully, and now that it was time to actually give it to him, your heart hammered painfully against your rib cage. Whenever your eyes drifted to his encapsulating figure by the docks a wildfire erupted on your cheeks, which very quickly spread to your ears.

“You fool..” You whisper to yourself, kicking your boot into the ground before making your way over to the man. Your balance teetered a bit, as if even your body considered this action a bad idea.

When you first appear next to him, he doesn’t think much of it. It was almost routine for you both to stand on the docks of Clemens Point, basked in the moonlight, thoughts silently being swallowed by the lake. However, what he didn’t expect was for you to hold out a gift and, very adorably, go into a ramble about it.

Oh boy, without a doubt this is an ego boost for him. However, don’t think for a second that he doesn’t genuinely appreciate your efforts.

He’ll hold your gift in his hands with remarkable thoughtfulness, a ghost of a smile passing his lips. His eyes are uncharacteristically soft, and it reminds you of the way you catch him looking at Hosea from time to time.

That softness, though it was a treasure to see, is only there for a passing second though. Almost immediately, he’ll get the most shit-eating grin on his face and purr, “Well… ain’t this fine.”

Goosebumps almost immediately raise on your skin, sending a shiver through your bones. Instinctively, you clasp your hands behind your back, tipping back on the heel of your boots to take a step back from his looming presence.

“It’s okay, Dutch? I just- I know you do so much and…” The shaky, undecided sentence you started trails off almost as soon as his deep, commanding eyes make eye contact with you. Your hands tighten around each other, as if that will provide any comfort for your nervousness in the moment.

Whilst maintaining eye contact, he plucks your arm from your side, running his hand down your arm to your slightly shaky hand before taking it into his and very gently raising it to brush his lips past your knuckles. His mustache tickled the skin there, sending flashes of what felt like lightning where the bristles of hair touched. The smooth fucker.

Heartily chuckling, he encapsulates his hand over yours in an instant. The size difference alone is enough to get you shifting in your boots. “Of course, Y/N. I appreciate… the faith you’ve kept in me. This…” With his other hand he holds up your gift to eye level, momentarily drifting his eyes to it as if it was a prized jewel. “This is magnificent, my dear.”

He’s definitely going to get you some type of jewelry or at least something that you’d be able to wear. He loves seeing you walk past him to get something, only to freeze and almost proudly look into his eyes when he points out that you’re wearing his gift.

Javier Escuella

When you pop up by his side one night at the campfire, he’s not too surprised. Although you two didn’t talk too much, there’s always been a silent agreement that you guys sit at the campfire together. Whether it be to listen to him play guitar, or to sit silently whilst lounging in the fire’s warmth, the comfort of on another was always something to look forward to at the end of a long day.

When you present it to him his lips immediately shift into a smile, and he looks up into your eyes with such a soft expression. The orange hues of the fire light danced along the features of his face, adding to the warmth of the occasion.

“For me, hermosa? You’re too kind.”

He’ll look over what you gave him for a few seconds, his smile never leaving his face as he takes it into his hands. He shifts his sitting position in order to get a better look at what you gave him, his eyes dancing over it as if it was the most beautiful object in the world.

Tentatively, you ask if he likes it. Your hands fidget a little bit, and ever so slightly you shift so that you’re a little farther apart. If he didn’t like it, your plan was to wither into the dirt.

“Do I like it? Querida... I love it! Thank you, mi pájaro cantor.”

He sets your gift down very carefully beside himself to lean over and hug you, closing the distance that separated your bodies. His scent, a mixture of gunpowder, cigarette smoke, and sweat, engulfs you, and for a moment it's hard to focus on anything else other than the comfort of his arms around you.

Following this occasion, you can definitely expect a gift in return. In fact, the morning after you gave him yours he’ll have placed a beautifully crafted knife next to your bedroll. There’s nothing discerning that the knife is from him, but just the vibe surrounding the item screams Javier.

Later in the day, when you both share the warmth of the campfire again, he presents a beautiful selection of wild flowers to you, tied carefully with a satin ribbon. He’ll look at you with an expression that’s absolutely dripping in honey seeing you take the flowers he picked for you. Everyone is absolutely convinced you’re both sweet on one another.

The girls will definitely tease you for the rest of eternity for that stunt.

However, any embarrassment you felt would dissipate as soon as you see Javier smile upon seeing you use the knife he got you, as well as the gentleness of any interactions you share following this event.

Charles Smith

It was routine for both you and Charles to go on hunting trips together. Your strategies and general vibe complimented each other so well that whenever Pearson mentioned that he needed meat for the next stew, you both just assumed you were going to be hunting together. You’d never felt more comfortable with another person, and you cherished his presence.

You two are finishing up your most recent hunting trip when you pull his gift out of your saddlebag. The sun is just setting, casting a purple glow across the scenery that surrounded you both. A soft wind rustles the leaves of the trees, and in the distance a pack of coyotes bark and yip.

“Charles?”

As soon as he turns around, you’re holding your hands out with his gift. His gaze shifts from the gift and then to you, his lips parting.

You fumbled with your words explaining yourself to the man, very slightly gesturing with your free hand to his body.“It’s for you. I- well I thought you’d like it.”

The softest of smiles graces his features as he takes the gift from you. His eyes seem to waltz along the features of your gift, his head just slightly tilting.

“This is such a thoughtful gift, Y/N. Thank you.”

The eye contact he makes with you after he utters that sentence nearly sends you into cardiac arrest.

For the next coming days, expect him to be really sweet with you. If he’s ever on guard duty, or you’re returning from a task together, he’ll help you off of your horse and make sure you know that you did an absolutely amazing job that day. You’re absolutely swimming in compliments from the man.

It’s during a hunting trip a lot like the one you two shared a few days ago that he gives you a handmade bow. It reminded you a lot of the one he often carried on his back, and your entire chest swelled with pride when you looked over the engravings intricately entwined in the wood. How long did it take him to make this? Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head at the thought.

“So you like it then?” His voice, tinted with amusement, interrupts the silence you created entirely by accident. This man was gonna kill you, you were sure of it.

“I- Charles of course I do! This- how…” Your breath escapes you, almost as if your lungs just decided to forget how to intake air.

It’s hard to ignore the way he looks at you whenever you use that bow (which is quite often might I add). You can’t completely discern the emotion he’s conveying, but all you know is that you’re absolutely enamored by his gaze.

Sean Macguire

Oh, this is a silly interaction all around. In fact, even when you were even picking out a gift for him, you were almost positive he’d find a way to make the occasion goofy as hell.

You give the gift to him whilst in camp, snatching the opportunity whilst he was on a break from guard duty.

“Oh my… love. Is this a present for good ol’ Macguire here?”

He has almost a puppy-like expression on his face, and the man doesn’t even let a second go by before he’s taking it out of your hands. A giggle slips through your lips at the child-like grin on his face, I mean, come on, he’s holding this gift as if it’s the secret to life.

“I take that you like it?” You tease, taking the time to lean against a tree. Your body felt light with fondness for the man.

He wildly gestures with his gift, taking a step closer to you as he tilts his head, “My da always used to say tat’ when a lady gifts y’something it’s a sign, y’know.” His eyebrows raise expectantly, as if you knew the context of whatever he was talking about.

You teetered on the edge of asking ‘a sign for what??’ but decided against it. This grand advice from his da will be listened to vehemently by you, a special occasion reserved only for today.

The sight of his eyes absolutely gleaming with joy as he recounts one of his da’s life advice™ is almost enough to melt you on the spot.

He’ll definitely give the most bone-crushing hug imaginable to show how appreciative he is for your gift. He smells absolutely terrible, but you can overlook that so long as he continues to smile like he is right now.

Look, afterwards he’ll try his best to get you a meaningful gift, but it will most likely be something along the lines of whiskey or some type of treat front the general store. He’ll genuinely be so excited for you to react to it, he’ll give it to you almost as soon as he gets back to camp. It most likely happens around the campfire too, with a few gang members watching this interaction unfold like 👀

Bill Williamson

You surprise him with his gift at the scout campfire. He’s just finished his guard duty, and before he starts his evening alcoholism™ you pounced on the opportunity to give him the item. You call his name once you decide you're close enough, a slight smile turning at your lips as you present it to him.

Once he realizes that what you’re holding out to him is supposed to be for him, he’ll look at you with such a mean scowl that you falter in your next step towards him, causing you to nearly fall face first into the dirt below.

“I ain’t in the mood for your goddamn jokes, Y/N.” He growls, prodding at the fire with the tip of his boot. He glances at you with brief concern as you regain your composure, his posture tightening as he decides on what exactly he wants to do, but he doesn’t threaten to check if you’re alright. He’s still bent on you playing a joke on him, after all.

“I’m gonna be in a worse mood if you don’t take th’ gift I chose for you, fool.” You tilt your head, a friendly yet threatening smile blessing your features as you lean down to his level, placing the gift in his open lap. The bear of a man glances at you, a huff escaping him. He found it hard to keep his guard up with you looking so intently at him, as well as when he finally studied the object that was placed on his lap.

“Well, thank you very much, Y/N. Don’t know why you’d even think to get me somethin’ like this.” There’s still an ounce of bitterness in his gruff voice, as if he was still expecting you to snatch the item out of his grasp and taunt him.

Your smile absolutely melts away any doubt lingering within him, though.

In fact, he feels an unfamiliar warmth fill his chest as you sit down next to him with a slight sigh, your head turning to look him in the eyes once again. “Yeah? I thought you’d like it.”

When your shoulders brush, he has to look at the gift again to hide any sign of a blush appearing on his cheeks. He was sure his beard would hide it, but he didn’t want to risk you seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

“Sorry for…” He makes an awkward gesture towards himself, and he fumbles with the item in his hands before continuing his attempt to converse with you. “This is… This is fine, Miss/Sir.”

You hummed, assuring him with a smile.

Afterwards, the man is so unsure of what to do with himself around you. Does he get you a gift back? Does he strike up more conversation with you? He’s at a loss. It’s been so long since someone at camp was so genuinely nice to him he doesn’t want to mess up anything.

If he does decide to get you a gift back, don’t expect anything gaudy. Honestly, it’s most likely something he stole off of someone or a bottle of your preferred alcoholic beverage. He’s really shy when he presents it to you, but upon seeing your true, unadulterated happiness that he even thought to get you something back is enough to get him smiling.

You two spend a lot more evenings together after this, filled with hearty laughs, Pearson’s stew, and a few beers.

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kylorenpunk · 5 years

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Payback is a bitch. Do them all.

“itAy thanks for curing my evening boredom

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

I think it was my friend Elli during a service project or my friend when we went to the movies (we occasionally pretend we’re a couple when we go to the movies lmao)

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Shy. It was super hard to make friends during grade school. But if you put me with the right people I can be outgoing. 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

My friend group tomorrow. I think we’re playing smash again? 4. Are you easy to get along with?

I think so? I have no idea tbh. I know I was a bitch when I was younger though. Hopefully I don’t put off those vibes now 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

The only time we interacted I was drunk so no lol. 6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Tattooed, nerdy vibes, can make me laugh, nice eyes, idk I just like guys ok7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

HA. Nope. 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Romantically? or friendship? Also bold of you to assume whoever does these are straight. To answer, my friends who are all homies. 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Depends on the subject. I am always down to make sex jokes but don’t fucking tell me the shit you did with your SO the other night.10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

I’m always down for deep convos tbh so I do this frequently. I think the last full length deep convo I had was with Jessica though? 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“LMAO” to Joey bc I rick rolled his ass. Bitch apparently I’m always texting you? 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

According to spotify it’s: Alexander HamiltonGoodbye Yellow Brick Road (Sara Bareilles’ cover) When I Was Your Man (Aaron Tveit’s cover) The Greatest Show The number one song is one I don’t listen to any more so I’ll replace that with the song I’m listening to “How Far I’ll Go”

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

God yes. That’s the BEST feeling. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Not really miracles. But I do believe in luck in a sense 15. What good thing happened this summer?

My birthday. Going to Chicago. 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Sure I’ll kiss my mirror again. Sorry y’all I don’t kiss and tell.17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

Absolutely.18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

I have had so many I don’t remember my first crush. And I know for a fact I didn’t start talking to crushes till the middle of high school19. Do you like bubble baths?

No I hate baths. I think it’s gross. 20. Do you like your neighbors?

I like their dogs. Especially the beautiful pit I get to dog sit 21. What are you bad habits?

I get very nervous very easily. I’m unsure of myself. I’m also messy.22. Where would you like to travel?

New York and Europe 23. Do you have trust issues?

Who doesn’t? 24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

When I go to sleep.25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My stomach. 26. What do you do when you wake up?

Check my phone. It’s really bad. 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Neither. I like my skin color even though I’m pale as fuck. 28. Who are you most comfortable around?

I’ll have to say my friends Yara and Josephine. Love all my other friends and no offense to y’all I’m just really self conscious 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

LMAO one basically did the other day. At least he regrets how he treated me. That’s some tea. 30. Do you ever want to get married?

Hell yeah. Am I currently ready for it? Hell naw. 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

She’s too long. I really want to cut her but that costs money. 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Chris Hemsworth and Anne Hathaway. Or Vanessa Hudgens33. Spell your name with your chin.

done. That was strange? 34. Do you play sports? What sports?

I did soccer for one season when I was 6. I spent most of the time playing with my hair. That was the end of my athletic career. 35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV bc we have netflix and hulu 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Tons of times. It’s my brand. 37. What do you say during awkward silences?

I’ve been doing shitty mouth pops recently. I also start rambling about my day.38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Someone that puts up with my bullshit 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

TJ Maxx. Ulta. Target. I don’t shop often. 40. What do you want to do after high school?

I’m outta that shit hole. Have been for 5 yrs. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Of course. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m listening fully and don’t really have anything to contribute yet. 43. Do you smile at strangers?

Working at a hotel has forced me to. I hate it. 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

SPACE MOTHERFUCKERS - the ocean freaks me out45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Needing to pee, hunger or work 46. What are you paranoid about?

EVERYTHING. Mainly the future tho 47. Have you ever been high?

Nah. Not opposed to it though. 48. Have you ever been drunk?

Yep. I get really touchy. It’s weird. 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Stalk people’s social medias? 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Grey 51. Ever wished you were someone else?

I wish I was Vanessa Hudgens. 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I won’t write it here 53. Favourite makeup brand?

NYX. Cheap and good. 54. Favourite store?

Target 55. Favourite blog?

My own. 56. Favourite colour?

Pink or Green. Depends on the day.57. Favourite food?

Anything with pasta or rice 58. Last thing you ate?

pasta 59. First thing you ate this morning?

beef jerkey. I have weird cravings60. Ever won a competition? For what?

For being the world’s most emotional bitch 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Hell no. Stay in school kids. 62. Been arrested? For what?

Nope.63. Ever been in love?

Yep. Still don’t kiss and tell. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

I know I just said I don’t kiss and tell but this isn’t talking about the person. Wet. Gross. Sloppy as fuck. They were shit at kissing. 65. Are you hungry right now?

Nah. 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

I have one tumblr friend. He’s a pal. 67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Twitter. I’ll make one for this blog soon. 69. Are you watching tv right now?

No I’m listening to Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson. 70. Names of your bestfriends?

Kim, Michelle, Jessica71. Craving something? What?

Nothing. 72. What colour are your towels?

Pink and green72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

It used to be two until I got a new giant pillow this week. 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

I have them. I don’t sleep with them. 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

Four. I just counted. 75. Favourite animal?

Meerkats 76. What colour is your underwear?

Pink. 77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla 78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Strawberry79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Grey and pink 80. What colour pants?

Dark grey and green - I’m in house clothes I don’t match 81. Favourite tv show?

Jane the Virgin 82. Favourite movie?

Hairspray 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean Girls. The second one was trash 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Mean Girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Bruce87. First person you talked to today?

Joey?88. Last person you talked to today?

Joey. What the hell. 89. Name a person you hate?

Hm they don’t need their name here90. Name a person you love?

My brother91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Someone from work 92. In a fight with someone?

Nah I don’t deal with that bs 93. How many sweatpants do you have?

None. I do leggings tho ( I think I have 7 or 8)94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

2 hoodies 95. Last movie you watched?

The Green Book96. Favourite actress?

Anne Hathaway? 97. Favourite actor?

Mark Hamill 98. Do you tan a lot?

I burn a lot. I’m pale99. Have any pets?

No 100. How are you feeling?

Alright. Kinda pumped bc my fav cover of Come Together came on (from the Justice League movie)101. Do you type fast?

Yes but this is still taking me a while to get through 102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Hell yeah. No tea is being spilled tho103. Can you spell well?

If I have a pen and paper I’m decent. 104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

I miss some ppl yeah. Adulting sucks bc you can’t see everyone all the time105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Lol that was the only rebellious thing I would do in high school 106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Not that I know of? 107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes I love horseback riding 108. What should you be doing?

Studying for the GRE109. Is something irritating you right now?

Boring drama stuff. I won’t go into details. I’ll get over it. 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Everyone has. 111. Do you have trust issues?

Sis you already asked this. Yes. 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My mom? I was crying bc I could fit into old shirts 113. What was your childhood nickname?

Family calls me Kari. Friends call me Rina114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yep. Last month. 115. Do you play the Wii?

We play Netflix on the wii116. Are you listening to music right now?

“I am Woman” by Jordan Sparks 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Only from a can. I hate soup. 118. Do you like Chinese food?

Fuck me up with crab rangoons 119. Favourite book?

Eragon120. Are you afraid of the dark?

I don’t like not being able to see. So sure. 121. Are you mean?

I’m a dick to those I care about. Sorry. 122. Is cheating ever okay?

Absolutely not. Dump their ass. 123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Nope. 124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I believe in infatuation at first sight125. Do you believe in true love?

Not sure 126. Are you currently bored?

I was till I started this 127. What makes you happy?

anime, superheros, nerdy shit, music and makeup 128. Would you change your name?

No. I used to want to as a child. 129. What your zodiac sign?

Cancer. 130. Do you like subway?

No. It’s gross. 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Politely decline132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Already answered. 133. Favourite lyrics right now?

“Yoko Ono, she got that Yoko OnoYou know that shit that made John Lennon go soloKnow that shit gotta be lethalIf that pussy broke up The Beatles” - Jay Z

Murder by Justin Timberlake (Featuring Jay Z)134. Can you count to one million?

I could. I don’t want to though.135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

Not sure. 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed. 137. How tall are you?

Five foot. Three inches. 138. Curly or Straight hair?

My hair is wavy. I like both.139. Brunette or Blonde?

I’m a brunette140. Summer or Winter?

summer141. Night or Day?

day 142. Favourite month?

october143. Are you a vegetarian?

nope but i’ve considered. 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

dark chocolate. I’m old. 145. Tea or Coffee?

tea - coffee gives me the shits 146. Was today a good day?

It was decent. 147. Mars or Snickers?

Mars148. What’s your favourite quote?

“It’s not who we are underneath, it’s what we do that defines us.” - Batman Begins 149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes and No150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou)

GRE prep book “Directions:” It said more but my fingers hurt from typing all day.

#me #about me #ask #I underestimated this #I'm sorry mason

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Puppy Love

Summary: 1714 words of self-indulgent petplay with extremely sappy aftercare

Warnings: d/s themes, punishment, degradation n humiliation, fucking leg humping bc idk, use of the word slut, some praise tho, pain kink, sex toys kinda?? i think thats all

A/n: i discussed this concept with morg at like 12am in the morning so blame them for this

Phil doesn’t even need to ask when he wants to play, Dan knows by now the signs of him slowly slipping into subspace. Stress can cause it, Phil loves getting to let go of his anxieties and worries, even if it’s only for an evening with Dan. It gives him a special kind of respite from every day life, one where he can relax and simply let Dan take care of him, think for him, and let him trust in the knowledge that he’d be safe no matter what. Even after it’s over, he feels more ready to take on whatever was troubling him before.

And it’s good for Dan to, he’s a control freak at heart, and getting to have his boyfriend utterly at his will got him going in a way that used to make him feel guilty, worry he was too demanding or overbearing. Nowadays there was no shame, Dan loved to control, and Phil loved being controlled, if only for the scene.

Today play started in the morning, Dan could tell Phil needed a break, the week had been overwhelming for him, and he deserved to be taken care of. He woke Phil up with his lips around his cock, eyes shooting open, adrenaline rushing from the unknown stimulation. Dan knew he was okay with this, he’d proclaimed his love for being woken up by a blowjob or rimjob numerous times, more times than Dan could count in fact. It made him feel subby instantly, legs forced spread and cock throbbing helplessly, all while he could hardly even think, mind still clouded with being barely awake.

Phil’s thighs started trembling, and Dan popped off; he could tell he was getting close, and Dan had better, longer plans for today than just a short and sweet orgasm. Phil whined and pouted his lips when Dan pulled away, but held his hips still when he told him to.

“Alright lovely, I’ve got a plan for today, do you wanna be my little puppy? Let me make you feel good?” Dan explained, running a soothing hand up and down Phil’s thigh. Phil nodded, and Dan squeezed the soft flesh like a confirmation that he’d take good care of him all throughout the scene.

“Okay, I’m gonna go out, get some chores done, why don’t you get yourself nice and ready for me while I’m gone?” Dan said, voice soft and cooing, almost overly sweet in the way it purred in Phil’s ear. He liked it that way, just a little bit condescending, a little bit patronizing, but still full of fondness.

“Yes Master, how do you want me to get ready?” Phil asked, smiling when Dan’s fingers trailed higher up his thigh, almost daring to slip under the pant leg of his boxers.

“Just a shower, stretch yourself, and get yourself in your puppy gear. You’ll look so pretty, my lovely pup.” Dan praised, kissing Phil’s forehead and ruffling his hair, the soft affection almost teasing when Phil couldn’t get what else he had planned for him out of his head. They stayed like that for few more minutes, just Dan gently pushing Phil further and further into subspace, until he actually did have to get going. There were genuine chores to be done, after all.

He pulled away and Phil whimpered, only reassured by the knowledge that Dan would come back, and a tiny head pat.

“I’ll be back before you know it puppy, just be good for me, okay? You know your rules.” Dan instructed as he left, blowing Phil a kiss because he was a softie at heart, and closing the bedroom door behind him. Phil got to work as soon as he was gone, undressing himself and hopping in the shower. He resisted the urge to stretch himself then, knowing it would probably lead to full-on shower masturbation—and that was against Dan’s rules. Instead, he simply shaved, and put extra conditioner in his hair, knowing Dan would be running his fingers through it a lot tonight.

After the shower, he got himself in his puppy ears—floppy, tan, and absolutely adored by Dan—and laid himself down on the bed, dipping his fingers in the lube Dan kept on their dresser, and circling his rim. He slipped in two at once, wanting to get the process over before he risked getting too turned on. It felt so good, too good, and Phil couldn’t help but get carried away with the pleasure, ending up fucking himself fervently on all four fingers. He bit down onto the sheets, ears bobbing each time he rutted back against his own touch.

Growing frustrated with himself, Phil pulled his fingers out, needing a better, stronger stimulation. He grabbed his tail plug, and pressed it quickly past his rim, wincing at the tiny bit of pain his own impatience brought him. Grabbing the remote hidden in Dan’s bedside drawer, he turned on the vibrations, yelping at the sudden jolt of pleasure. He was never allowed to use the vibe without Dan’s permission when they were in play, but he was desperate, so hard it hurt, and Dan wouldn’t be back for some time. Or so he’d thought.

Just as he was nearing his orgasm, Dan opened the door, the stern frown on his face making Phil shiver with shame. He sat up and turned to face Dan, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but choked off by Dan’s fingers wrapping around his throat. The pressure was gentle, barely even pressing on the arteries, but combined with the way Dan’s eyes were practically burning into his it made Phil light headed.

“You’ve been a very, very bad puppy, do you know that Phil? You’re going to have to be punished.” He chastised, tightening his grip on Phil’s neck. Phil’s heart was thrumming in his chest—Dan rarely had to ever punish him, but the few times it did happen, he was left sobbing and shaking in the best way possible. Dan’s hand left his neck in favor of his hair, tugging harshly and forcing Phil to look down to the ground.

“Get on the floor, slut. You can hump my fucking leg to come, like the dog you are.” Dan commanded, voice not leaving any room for noncompliance. Phil shuffled off the bed instantly, cheeks flushing hot as he rutted against the rough material of Dan’s denim jeans. He tried to stare at the floor, lips parted and eyes fluttering shut as he let himself get lost in the sensation.

“Faster, bitch, humiliate yourself for me.” Dan growled, pulling Phil’s hair and forcing him to look up, eyes wide as they made contact with Dan’s. He did as Dan asked, grinding his hips faster and whining at the slight burn on his cock. It felt better than it should have, the pain really only making him leak more precum, wet and warm on Dan’s leg.

“You’re getting me all dirty puppy, lay on your back, I’ll get you off with my shoe.” Dan said, voice a bit softer, a bit gentler as Phil laid back for him, legs spread and absolutely helpless. He knew it was difficult for Phil to relax like this, he was so exposed and unguarded, but he knew Dan wouldn’t ever dare to really hurt him, and that was enough to calm his nerves.

Dan nudged Phil’s thighs a bit more open, and then grinded down hard into his cock. The sole of his shoe was rough and demanding on Phil’s cock, and it drove him even further into subspace. He was so weak, so pitiful before his Master, and Dan was absolutely loving it, loving giving and giving until Phil couldn’t take anymore. He pushed harder and Phil squirmed, legs jolting shut around Dan’s ankle on reflex, trembling harshly. Dan leaned down and gently pulled them apart, not feeling the need to reprimand him when he was taking his punishment so well.

Phil’s legs started quivering and Dan knew he was getting close. He ordered Phil to rut up against his shoe, smiling and praising him when he quickly bucked up his hips.

“Master, Master, it feels so good, love when you’re—fuck!—rough with me. Can I come please, Master? I need to come so bad.” Phil begged, voice high and frantic as his release started building in his stomach. He wasn’t sure if he could hold it back, and he didn’t want to disappoint Dan again.

“Come for me puppy, you’ve been so good, you deserve it.” Dan assured, moaning under his breath as Phil came under him, back arching off the floor and whole body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. His cock throbbed, the last spurts of cum weakly dribbling down and staining Dan’s shoe.

Dan gathered up in his arms once he came down from his high, sitting them both up on the bed and stroking his sore, shaking thighs. Phil relaxed into the contact, eyes half-lidded and head nuzzling against Dan’s chest.

“Did so well for me, my good little puppy.” Dan praised, rubbing a warm, big hand up and down Phil’s back. He pulled out the plug and took off Phil’s ears, patting his head and giggling when Phil pulled down his hand to kiss at his fingers. He opened his eyes fully just to look up at Dan, take in the fond, all-adoring expression on his face, and how it was all meant for him, and only him.

“”M sleepy,” He sighed, going even more pliant in Dan’s lap.

“Go to sleep love, Master will keep you safe.” Dan cooed, kissing Phil’s forehead as he dozed off, knowing when he woke up Dan would still be there to give him more love, more affection. His heart fluttered with soft, familiar love, and it felt like warmth and safety and home. He was at home in their mutual love, and really, what more could Phil ask for?

#bottom!phil #top!dan #phan smut #phan fic #phanfiction #sub!phil #sashawrites #hope yall like this sinners

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catastrothicc · 6 years

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one of these days i'll make a coherent intro post, however *bts vc* not today !! hello and welcome to johnny's world where we're shit @ introductions and even worse at consistency. honestly i cant stick to shit someone assist. anyways ! i bring the last piece of the puzzle rocky, who for some unfathomable reason wasn't taken ?? and i cried ?? fate. uh right i'm 19 and i never fkcing learned how to read. mdt timezone. them/they pronouns. continue under the read more to kill some brain cells !!

tw: physical and mental abuse/manipulation, drugs/alcohol and death/murder.

here's his soundtrack if u wanna listen while u read

DON'T DWELL ON THE PAST // ( i'm not even sure if i'm sticking to this [ looks @ admins nervously ] so things might change up if it doesn't fall w/ the right timeline. ) ( forgive the length the muse is real )

born on october 31st, 1995 ( happy halloween ) in deadtree, rocky was an entirely healthy baby received with much love by his mother and with some hesitance by his father. all he knew was how to shit and cry and life was a paradise, until eventually the months started rolling by that became three years and his mother was in a freak car accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down and with a bad case of major head trauma.

rocky still firmly believes that she woke up from her coma by god's will even if her basic executive function skills and self-regulations were gone. she had to be taken care of just like him, and the doctor's promised she'd learn to eat on her own again and her speech problems would regulate. this... did not happen. maybe it would've, if she had lived longer, but rocky never got to see the day when he didn't have to help his mom bathe or brush her hair.

his dad was the only source of income in the household besides his mom's monthly pension that the man would take and then disappear for days. he was bitter about having to raise rocky all on his own and even more bitter about the hefty hospital bills they were going to be paying off for the next several years. all the man wanted to do was laze about with a beer in his hand and a blunt in the other.

from early on he was prone to anger and it often manifested itself physically, so rocky would always have a bruise or two somewhere on his body. it was fine as long as the man wasn't hurting his mom, and he couldn't do anything else but accept the rough treatment.

he and his mom were becoming more and more neglected by his father, who only provided the bare minimum to eat and took his wife's pills for himself. rocky was already in school and he was that kid who always got off the bus running to get home. no one knew that he always ran to make sure his mom was okay while he was gone.

he was nine years old when his dad handed him a bottle of morphine and explained to him that the whole bottle would help his mom get a good night's sleep for once. rocky, knowing how much his mom struggled to rest, took the bottle and put each and every pill in his moms hand and watched her drink them until the last one. she did go to sleep, of course. rocky thought he'd done good until she didn't wake up the next morning.

he grew incredibly distant from his dad after this. he was already used to taking care of himself and his mom was the only reason he really bothered to make it home early, so after her death he got into every after-school activity he could manage, and when it wasn't enough, he ran around the streets with the older kids and pretended to be *cool*.

he started dabbling with the drug scene really early on in middle school, when he realized that his dad would never strive to be anything else but a piece of shit, so he decided to steal his pills and weed just like the man had stolen his mothers medication. he would sell them to his upperclassmen and never took any for himself because he saw what they could do, though eventually he did weed in high school and besides the occasional dose of ecstasy he doesn't do more than that.

one day, at age seventeen, he went home and his dad was gone. he waited for three weeks before he sold everything and fixed up a small abandoned house that became his new abode. with the cash he'd gotten from the car and the furniture he began growing his own hella dank nug, and eventually there was word on the streets about it. his dad had always been his unaware provider, but soon enough rocky joined a group as a dealer while selling his own stuff on the side.

he didn't want to follow under someone else so he got to the roots and offered the group's providers a better deal and eventually the business was going to him alone. people saw more opportunity with him and they flocked to his side one by one until he ran the original leader to the ground. honestly this kid was hella good in school and just as good in the streets.

of course it didn't happen without a fight tho so talk about several near-death experiences !! the streets are dangerous children stay in school.

fast forward, he had what he intensely regrets with elaine-- honestly had a good time dating a rich ‘good’ girl until he got real bad vibes from her and it wasn't chill anymore. felt real personally attacked that she was ashamed of him and broke it tf off. fuck a fake bitch !!

( me: plays hero by enrique iglesias for this section ) and then shiloh came ! his lord and savior. his fkcing BAE. would do ANYTHING for this boy is2g makes me so emo i'm shAKING just thinking about it. rocky truly believes this boy is his soul mate. he loves him so much oh my godfjsdh.

at this point his drug ring wasn't at all what it is now. it was relatively small and the profits weren't all that good but he was doing what he could. he had steady members who had been with him since the start and shiloh became an addition along with his best girl giselle and (eventually) barbara. honestly the dream squad nothing could stop them they were invisible. unfortunately there was a snake in their ranks and goddamn he's glad she showed herself honestly good fucking riddance barbie. he felt real betrayed after she left but if anything he thinks it made his crew tighter and stronger. still hates tht bitch tho afTER EVERYTGIH HE DID FOR HER.

( to be 10/10 honest tho rocky is a manipulative bastard and he thinks he's real slick but barbie caught on and he feels extremely attackt )

anyways so knowing that shiloh and giselle are his tru ride or die pals ( 👀 @ giselle ) the business continues and they're still the dream squad. sure they're doing shady af things and they've always been doing them but u kno what they say there ain't no rest for the wicked !!

he didn't at all like the fact tht shiloh pursued an internship w/ the mulani family but he tried to keep it chill because he loves and supports his bae but honestly could not do it. he doesn't personally pay too many visits to sycamore city precisely bc he goddamn loathes the mulani and moon families after all they've done to his people ( esp the moon’s ) and to think shiloh was getting involved w/ them really tested him as a person. he fcking failed because of how much shiloh wanted a pass into the city and rocky held him back but he's so goddamn proud of their love like damn. he knows he doesn't offer everything shiloh wants but he's out here tryin' his best to get his bae the life he deserves even if he's the worst street rat and everybody knows it.

( what is he secretly doing w/ all tht money tho hmmm )

BABY RIDE WITH ME // in regards to the *gollum vc* precious ( the ring )

just so the squad and ex-squad can get a feel of how rocky runs the ring i'm includin' this here

so rocky makes it a point to be an approachable leader whom you can go to with your problems and he'll have your back 100%. honestly everyone's dad there's no one left out. he keeps his status as the leader not by cruel acts to show what happens to rats but by making sure he's understood by each individual member. he's not the violent type at all unless someone really tests him but this guy preaches that people understand by words and acts of kindness not by violence and torture. he needs loyalty above all else so he offers a safe sanctuary to anyone who needs it. it comes with a price ofc but all he asks is that u do ur job and he'll keep u off the streets. basically in his group everyone has each other's backs and he's involved with everyone, not only because it helps him keep close tabs on everything but because that blanket of safety for his members is very important to him.

when it comes to his dealers he basically lets them do things their own way as long as they're not out there hurting innocent people. he pays by commission so it's really up to the dealers how much they wanna sell and who they wanna sell it to. he doesn't force his own morals onto his peeps so if they wanna sell to junkies who are gonna overdose on their next hit then that's really up to them. he just tries to guide them by telling em' the right things to do even in a shady business like their own.

w/ that being said shiloh is also a huge part of it, being his right hand man and all. rocky isn't all too meticulous or anything fancy like that, so he leaves a lot of decisions up to shiloh and honestly they're both huge dads just running a drug ring fjsiudhfgi

HE KNOWS HE'S SO FUCKING TALENTED // regarding his personality

rocky is a cocky piece of shit honestly i hate it but best concept

he genuinely thinks so highly of himself ?? even though he knows he's up to Some Shit ??

anyways i just wanted to mention that LMAO but find his full list of attributes here that i jst ctrl c ctrl v from the app. honestly will tell u all about his personality. thanks for reading this long ass, terribly structured, shitty shitty intro honestly u.... deserve a medal if u got thru it. is it too late to mention tht english is not my first language fhsuidfh

#pc.intro #⦁ — › OwO ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜɪs? — ⌜ ᴏᴏᴄ ⌟#( IFROGOT THE INTRO TAG )#( anyways )#( highkey so happy to be here sehfdiufh )

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