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soriplvzu · 3 months
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Fanart of Jujutsu Kaisen 4th ending ost “More than Words” by Hitsujibunkagu.
Alcohol markers + watercolour (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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fortheloveofexy · 1 year
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hi im in pain
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rrh90-3 · 4 months
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The bar...part 1
I pushed through the bar doors, and the heat of the air inside hit me like a ton of bricks. It was wet, a sticky sweetness catching in the back of my throat. It smelled of sweat and lust mingled with the faded smoke of patrons long gone ages ago.
Stale beer and the cacophony of laughter pulled me into the vacuum of the night life.
I gathered my thoughts and pushed my way to the bar, signaling the bar girl over. She nodded, and I asked for a shot of Jack and beer chaser. It had been a fucked up day and I was going to fuck up my night.
I downed the Jack to feel it burn, and it started peeling away the layers of bullshit I had had to swallow to keep the peace at work.
The music from the bands drums pounded a soothing balm upon my back as they echoed throughout the bar, and I thought, I like this song.
I waved for another shot, and the heat of it ripped the last shreds of the day away, and I began to focus on those around me.
Reasons for them being here flooded my thoughts, a meeting place of friends or work associates on their way home.
A place of rendezvous for lovers sequestered in dimly lit booths holding hands or kissing and sipping on cocktails.
Laughter in rejoicing at the end of their day.
A true dichotomy of life playing out between the regimen of work and what they worked for.
At the other end of the bar, my eyes landed upon this sexy demure drink of refreshing water just sitting there. I hadn't seen her in this bar before, and she sat there unconcerned at her surroundings, but within her eyes, I could tell she held her world together in a sadness or longing.
She toyed with her drink, and I noticed that it wasn't a cocktail or mix. She was drinking a whiskey neat and not the cheap stuff either, and I thought here is a woman after my own heart.
The seat beside her was empty, and I took a draw off my beer and thought now or never. I left it there on the bar, making my way to her side of the room throughout the crowd.
I asked if the seat was taken, and she barely acknowledged my presence in the noisy crowd. I asked again a little louder this time, and it broke her concentration upon the glass in her hand.
"Is this seat taken?" She shook her head and beckoned me to sit. I thanked her and made my way upon the stool beside her.
She smelled of flowers and fresh dew upon the leaves of mornings and sunshine, and it struck me how a fragrance and her presence could change the atmosphere of the room.
I waved at the bar girl and echoed that I'd take one of what she was sipping on.
I introduced myself and asked her name. She was in town for meetings and was at a nearby hotel. She had asked at the hotel where she could hear some live music, and they had directed her here. She had been caught up and lost in the rhythm until I came knocking upon her world.
She was articulate and professional, everything I wasn't, but our conversation flowed, as the whiskey warmed our insides.
She was in town for three days. Her dress was business cut, but her voice was this sexy sultry mix that flowed smooth as silk off her tongue just like the soft burn of the whiskey we were sipping. Her expression lightened as our connection built in discussions of life and escapes of things in days gone by.
She filled out her attire in all the right places , the buttons on her blouse tugging gently around the curves of her breasts, and the cut of her blazer framed her body perfectly.
One whiskey became two and then three as the evening slid into night.
She said she should get back to her hotel as morning will come soon, it was four blocks away, and I couldn't see her walking back there alone. She was gracious and accepted my escort as we settled our tabs and weaved our way out through the crowd. She didn't mine me placing my hand along her side as I guided her through the maze of bodies and out the door. Her frame curved in to meet my hand, and I admit my thoughts stirred to more than just our conversations.
We walked slowly up the sidewalk, sauntering along like we didn't really care if we got to our destination at all. We were enjoying each other's company, and the street lights glow cast a soft luminescence upon her face. She was a beautifully strong woman. The demands of her life had brought her little furrows by her eyes, of which only added to the strength of her character. Her smile reflecting the light brought out this quality of beauty.
I stopped arrested in the moment , and not even realizing I had mouthed out the words. " God, you're beautiful "
She laughed and said, "That's the whiskey talking, but I appreciate your kindness"
I reassured her it was not the whiskey but a quality of what I saw within her.
We had both seen enough years to be able to capture the true essence of a person in the depth of their conversations.
She looked at me up and down as I stood there in my boots, jeans, button-down shirt, and sports jacket. She smiled as her eyes caught and held on the bulge in my jeans.
She winked at me and said, "I see you dress to the left, I kinda have a thing for a man in jeans," she quipped. She had no sooner said that as we turned the corner, and her hotel came into view.
She thanked me for making her first night in town very pleasant and surprisingly fun. I took her hand and placed a kiss of respect softly upon the back of it. It had been a refreshing night. " Thank you." I whispered as my lips lingered a little bit too long. I could taste her skin, and I savored her flavor upon my tongue. Embarrassed, I went to break away from her hand, but her grasp tightened, holding it in place. She then gently caressed the back of my hand with her thumb. Our eyes met as she said, " No, thank you for such a lovely evening."
Looking straight into her gaze, I saw the sadness I had seen before had drained away.
It was replaced by this wonderful presence of herself like a star eyed little girl wanting to be loved, and I melted into the depth of her character and her beauty.
"Would you like to come up to my room" she stammered, almost apologetic in asking.
Responding quickly and without any hesitation, " it would be my honor," and at that, we walked through the hotel doors together.
Tell me a story.....
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dead-leaves · 4 months
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do you think gojo sent the first years on the mission with disposable cameras to go "scout" for curses or something but secretly just to take pretty pictures and enjoy their day and have fun because nobody can take away their youth in the season 2 ending song?
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ophelian-darling · 5 months
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Hello!! I’ve read your cruel bloodline darling and I gotta say it’s my fav thing so far! The idea of the Y/N’s only acting cruel and mean when it comes to the Joestars really interested me.
But, what if there’s a reason why they’re like that? What if there’s a curse that’s keeping them from loving them. This curse was there ever since the first Y/N, and none of the members of the family are safe from it.
If a Joestar falls in love with them, their time becomes limited. They’ll slowly start to rot until they’re no longer a person, just an empty shell. So, in order to ‘protect’ the Joestars, the Y/Ns treated them horribly so they don’t experience the pain of losing them.
But this is just a silly lil thought:33 Keep up the amazing work, don’t push yourself too much!!! <3333
Link of 'More than words'.
an ask that expands the cruel bloodline concept.
Hello dear anon, really glad that you loved it!
As of your concept, I find it quite interesting how you put more depth to darling's personality as they are more than just a harsh face and mean actions (while I myself didn't think more of their character when I worked on that piece). the worst about darling's 'love life' that they have to abuse the jojos to no end, swallowing their remorse and tears grudgingly so as the jojos stay alive.
Darling really doesn't know how to break the curse or show love without clawing at their beloved's. the lack of solutions forces them to choose the least terrible method : abuse, emotional or physical, but mostly emotional.
TW for physical/verbal abuse, generational trauma.
Darlings were in a peaceful world, thinking that they finally got together with their Sweethearts the joestars, but a while after a deep loving relationship, they noticed how the joestars grew numb and silent, something like they weren't at all. just as darling was trying to figure things out, a heavy anvil of a shocking revelation falls on them as their parent informs them about the curse.
Darling is in terror: 'can't I just try to love?' and they just receive a dull answer of 'if you truly love them, make sure they stay alive, just like your grandparent did'. and so, everything started.
Slowly, darling changes their treatment: kisses with wounds, love confessions with degrading and support with control. at least they were lively again- you would say, but wanting to kiss and embrace them is impossible; you're stripped of the simplest right to love.
Darling wants to say 'you're my everything' when they say 'you mean nothing to me' to Jonathan. They want to say 'please don't go' when they say 'I'm done with you' to Joseph. They want to say 'I need you' when they utter 'I don't love you' to Jotaro. They want to say 'you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen' when they say 'you're ugly' to Josuke. They want to say 'Your love saved me' when they want to say 'you're a monster' to Giorno. They want to say 'be always with me, now and forever' when they say 'you're annoying' to Jolyne'. it's an endless cycle of pain for both parts who know they can't live without the other if they left.
Thank you for the thought anon! I enjoyed adding more to it, hope I'll hear from you soon 🦋
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yosumme · 1 month
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sadiahakim · 1 year
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We all want to live and relive the moments that make us feel connected; to nature, to ourselves, to others.
Sadia Hakim ©️
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kibolino · 9 months
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💖🐾🐶Have a beautiful day full of wonderful moments and love together💕🐾🐕Enjoy the moment💖🐾
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k-martins · 7 months
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'Cause when it feels like there's nothing you can do
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There's something there, still in you
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That's wanting to believe that you
You can do it too
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And if this sounds like a pain that you've been through
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And in the night, you falter
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I'll be right there to pull you through
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Just be by your side
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And give you more than words
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Give you more than words <3
- "More Than Words" by Hitsuji Bungaku
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crossdresserica · 2 days
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cowandcalf · 10 months
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Oh my God! I bookmarked this story years ago but I've never read it until now and I'm BLOWN AWAY! It's where Danny returns from Colombia battered, beaten, and terribly abused. And Steve never leaves his side and takes him to the doctor. I just finished part one. Fantastic whump and E/H comfort and love and so much more. Raw, deep, and honest McDanno at its finest.
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ROAD 96 FAQs
1) Why does Jarod’s face look like that? Is he paralysed? Did he have a stroke? Was he in an accident?
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Note: Kham is one of the members of the dev team.
2) Who are the couple in the More Than Words encounter? Is it Zoe and someone? Is it Zoe’s parents?
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Note: Matthew Vanston is a voice actor. Notably, he voices Stan in Road 96, among other smaller characters in this game as well.
Second Note: This is the original short story that won and was featured in the More Than Words encounter.
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fortheloveofexy · 1 year
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random-xpressions · 10 months
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There are a thousand silent ways to connect other than just words. Lean yourself a little here and hear how this heart beats your name...
Random Xpressions
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jbjonesxdomme · 1 year
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More Than Words | JB and Delilah |12.30
JB had been wracking her brain all night to try to figure out how to show Delilah what she couldn’t even put into words. This emotional stuntedness of hers was really starting to annoy her, but she carried on and decided simple was maybe the better way to go. By the time Delilah was supposed to be at her suite, JB had dressed in a nice pair of jeans, a white tshirt and a black vest, which is probably the nicest outfit she felt comfortable in. She had lit candles all over the living room and on the dining room table, and there was more in the bathroom and bedroom. JB’s cooking skills left little to be desired, but she figured she could give it the old college try with a simple pasta recipe. That being said, by the time she heard Delilah knock, the water was boiling over and a litany of “oh shit oh shit,” was likely heard in the hallway. JB went over to the door, a little aspirated and opened it to see the beautiful Delilah kneeling for her. “Ok, so things are going a little sideways,” she said, letting Delilah in before running back to deal with the pasta. “This was supposed to be perfect!” she called out to Delilah with a little bit of a nervous chuckle. “
@delilahjanepierce
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ophelian-darling · 6 months
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I just read your more then words piece on jjba and I thought that it would be so fascinating if all the darlings in that scenario are related like how the jojo's are, and it is the darlings bloodlines curses to be the object of their jojo's desire and to ultimately break the jojo's heart and to be the jojo's one that got away so to speak , the dynamics of the relationships would change and give rise to scenarios like joseph trying to keep his heart breaks grandchild away from jotaro to try protect him from the pain of them crushing his heart
Link of mentioned piece.
Hi there precious anon, Hope you're doing great.
As of the concept itself, it does seem interesting: sort of a red string of fate but cruel; a curse that cannot be broken unless having darling yield to them.
TW : Emotional/psychological abuse.
Darling's bloodline has a subconscious cruelty and a meanness that is reserved only for the Joestars, as if wanting to break them and drive them to the worst fate possible.
The curse either continues or breaks Depending on each way a Joestar would react :
Jonathan is sweetly foolish and easy to be bent over to a beloved's will, he'll never be able to say no to darling and allow them to take control thinking that 'it's darling's way to show love', allowing the curse to continue.
Joseph would fall for darling, not able to see their obvious red flags (or ignoring them, believing that being mean isn't necessarily hatred) and continues to dote on them until he loses tolerance for your behavior. Joseph may appear as hot headed or a fool, but he's smart and has a sense of emotional dignity, so when he's had enough of your behavior, he does the extreme to tame you and force you to toe the line. you had to be under control .
Jotaro, a meaner version of Joseph, pays attention to the way he feels about you and keeps in mind the warnings his grandfather gave about you. deceptive as you are, you give him a false sense of safety and love, ready to strike at any second, and your attempts nearly succeed, until he manages to stop you.
Josuke and Jolyne are two sides of the same coin; both being cheerful and bubbly when tickled pink, mean and angry when provoked, until romance is involved: having a crush or a lover changes their mental state immediately (Josuke by the fact that he aims to romance as a high school boy, seeing what Koichi has with Yukako or the way girls fall for him, Jolyne by the previous experiences of having boyfriends and her daddy issues and emotional attachment problems). they keep ignoring whatever bad signs you show, forgiving each time and blaming themselves for your mistakes. unfortunately, it's never enough, they point out your behavior at times, yet there's no active solution to stop you.
Giorno, despite being young in age, has quite the emotional experience to deal with you. being raised in an abusive household taught him how to spot an abuser. Giorno restricts your freedom, limits your access to whatever you can win authority on, conditions you to be codependent on him. you have little unpredictable tricks here and there, yet he finds all your ways. He tells himself sometimes that he could leave you or easily get rid of you at any time, but his affection and love towards you intervene in the way, as a result, he has to keep a close eye on you for the rest of your life together.
Consider darling like the Joestars: different personalities and characteristics, but the evil and psychopathic behavior is common in darling's bloodline, its main goal is to break and control the JoJos regardless of the time period.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts! I hope I got a glimpse of them!
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