How about some dating headcanons for Weather Report?
A/n: ugh this was kinda shit but whatever, I tried to be as in character as possible but probs gotten more occ as I went along.
Being forcefully dragged into the ghost room by the likes of Emporio or Joylene where you met Weather Report was the catalyst of your relationship believe it or not.
Intimidated by him at first you soon learnt that Weather was in fact a sweetheart for a man of few words. For starters his habit of standing on his tippy toes was absolutely adorable to you yet you sometimes wondered how he could stand on them for so long without straining a muscle or otherwise. His piercing blue eyes whilst seemingly all knowing were also as unbearably lost due to his amnesia. So whenever he rested he head against your shoulder or within you lap as your laying down, peering up at you like a cat awaiting long overdue affection, you found yourself caving quite quickly to his silent demands of your love.
His love languages would be quality time and slight physical touch, though the second one was more or less behind closed doors rather then explicitly in public. Such as snuggling up against one another in the Ghost Room where’d you listen intently as he read novels with his deep, baritone voice, sending you adrift in sleep in a matter of seconds. Not that he’s ashamed or anything but more so out of his concern that it would disrupt your comfortability; he has a tendency to put your well being and safety before his own which you feared would become his Achilles heel
Weather reassured those worries with hushed sweet words and reassuring squeezes all the while remaining firm eye contact with you as if trying to convey his every emotion into them so you’d understand that if he were to die knowing he had succeeded in protecting you from harm, he’d be happy to subsume to his wounds.
Obviously not getting the point of your concerns, you’d lightly smack his bicep telling him that wasn’t what you meant before going into a tangent on who was gonna read TV guides with you and such. All the while not noticing how his stormy blue eyes seemed to lighten in colour and a smile spread across his lips the longer you went on, touched at the impact his presence had on you during a short amount of time into dating him.
He’s protective, insanely so when it comes to you that anyone he believes poses a threat to your safety is being glared down as he walks besides you, placing a arm by your side, drawing you into his side all without letting his eyes leave the person for a single second. It may or may not also be an excuse for him to hold you so closely under the eyes of other inmates, will he admit to it? Yeah just solely for the fact that he’d watch your expression change into a flustered one within a blink of an eye.
Touch starved to hell and back so at first when you laid a hand against his shoulder or brush up against his side, he stiffens like stone before relaxing into it until sooner or later he craves it like a drug and would find and matriculate ways where he’d be able to feel your touch once more. He’s slick with it but you’d always tell him that he doesn’t have to put such effort for something he could’ve just asked for but Weather likes the reaction they get.
During times of stress you always knew you could count on Weather to bring you back to reality. It pains him to see you so lost in hard times, feeling as though you were being pushed closer to the edge by your own two hands and in times like these weather would take you to a less populated room and just hold you against his chest, allowing you to hear his heart as he held your hand against his chest to remind you that he was there to brave this with you before pressing kisses into your skin.
He has a way with words i believe that I wouldn’t put it past him to write cute little well written letters and get them to you somehow. They would consist of things that reminded the man of you, right down to the littlest detail, and how he longed to hold you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep within each other’s presence after particularly rough moments, that left you a little more loved with each and every re-read.
Don’t contradict me but I firmly believe that he smells like how grass would smell after rain with some hints of natural musk. It’s relaxing that when in a sleepy mood you would cling to him, head buried deep into his neck as you breathed him in slowly to linger on this feeling for as long as you could before you were forced to separate.
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they would spoil him with kisses in private....
(5/13/23)
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The type of person to purposefully give you bad relationship advice because they're jealous and possessive (even though they haven't even told you they like you yet)
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Dio, Joseph, Avdol, Hol Horse, Rohan, Kira, Yukako, Yuya, Abbachio, Trish, Illuso, Diavolo, Prosciutto, Weather Report, Versus, Diego, Gyro, Daiya, Mamezuku
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Everything was down right chaos, rainbows flitting about and everyone turning into snails.
Still you ran all about desperately trying to find the man you loved.
You then ran into the opposite- Anasui.
He came to you begging for help, claiming Weather's completely changed now that's he's gotten his memories back.
That part got your attention. His memories.
You'd always known that was his goal and of course supported him in gaining them back, though a part of you worried he would completely forget about you. You'd felt selfish for feeling that way and always stamped down on those feelings, insistent on helping your lover.
Now that faithful day has arrived and you needed to deal with it.
You went up to Weather, an uncharacteristically smug look on his face as he sat on a bench surrounded by two women turning into snails. "Weather?" His eyes turned towards you, having caught his attention. "Do you remember me?"
He grinned. "Can't say that I do."
Your heart sank.
But then he got up and came to you, his face right in yours. "But maybe you can help jog my memory."
He pulled you closer, his face in your neck nuzzling that one ticklish spot as he held you by your hips.
"Oh Weather- Weather!"
His hands went lower, now kneading your ass. You still laughed, Weather now pressing kisses against your neck.
"Weather please- Anasui is right there."
"Oh let him watch, he could learn a thing or two."
Anasui merely groaned in disgust at the sight of the two of you.
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The meower
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for the made up fic title: (song lyrics as titles cuz why not haha) "in a storm in my best dress, fearless"
Something about Helnik always makes me come up with sort of zany plot lines, so this would be a modern AU where Matthias is a local reporter who usually covers sports who is deployed during a hurricane to cover storm surge by his boss Kaspar and is NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT. Nina is a bridesmaid who has HAD IT with the wedding reception for her cousin Alek she's attending at a venue overlooking the ocean, since her ex Niko has spent the whole time hitting on Alek's sister Ursula, her aunt Barbara has taken every opportunity to suggest she needs to lose at least 10 lbs dear, and the wi-fi sucks so she can't even reliably text her BBFs Inez and Zoe for moral support and snarking, respectively. Nina and Matthias meet, albeit not necessarily cutely, when she goes outside to get some air and he is stationed right near the back of the club's pavilion. An argument ensues as to the wisdom of both their choices, not excluding the revealing design of Nina's bridesmaid dress (she had tried to convey to Alek's bride Alina that the neckline of the dress Alina picked would look *very different* on someone with... curves and had given up in the face of Alina's starry-eyed enchantment and Alek's prior-to-shopping enjoinder/plea to grant Alina's every wish) and Matthias's bright yellow raincoat with matching sou'wester.
This will probably turn into a kiss when Matthias grabs Nina to keep her from getting toppled by a wave, plus/minus the kiss getting caught on camera by Matthias's camera crew Jess and Wylie.
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go make the weather
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Yall ever think about how for most of Weather's life his earliest memory was waking up scared, confused and in severe pain with 0 explanation what happened to him or why everyone treats him like he's literally the devil and his only friend being a cloud nobody else can see
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I assume the choice to put every female reporter in Mass Effect into body-con dresses was due to Asari cultural influence. At least from a lore standpoint. Obviously they only made so many models, but! Now I’m thinking about human influence on Asari culture and them getting really into dressing the way Mexican meteorologists do, wigs and all.
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Would you take requests for Weather Report from JoJo? Thanks!
Yes, absolutely I would.
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Getting snowed in is nothing like the fanfictions lead us to believe.
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jojo masterlist {part 6 ver.}
JOLYNE CUJOH
her boyfriend reveals that he was bullied by romeo jisso {headcanon ; sfw?}
JOTARO KUJO
soon
ERMES COSTELLO
soon
FOO FIGHTERS ; F.F.
soon
GWESS
soon
WES BLUEMARINE ; WEATHER REPORT ; DOMENICO PUCCI
soon
NARCISO ANASUI
soon
ENRICO PUCCI
soon
JOHNGALLI A.
soon
ROMEO JISSO
soon
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Winter/Holiday Headcanons
Stone Ocean
Jolyne, F.F, Hermes, Anasui, Weather Report, Pucci, Rikiel, Ungalo, Versus, Emporio
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Jolyne
must go sledding once a year, or she "will literally explode"
F.F
instigates one snowball fight a year - minimum
Hermes
on New Years Eve, the restaurant would always be packed, and she would help out as a server with her sister - her favourite day of the year
Anasui
enjoys eggnog - especially liked adding some eggnog to his coffee every morning
Weather Report
buys all of his friends Christmas advent calendars every year
Pucci
writes really long but meaningful Christmas cards to his loved ones
Ungalo
swears that die hard is a Christmas movie
Rikiel
always manages to the first person to find the Christmas Pickle every year - he's very proud of himself
Versus
sends candy canes grams to his loved ones every year - always buys weird flavours
Emporio
in his letters to Santa, he always includes gift suggestions for his friends
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Weather pounding into you, taking you missionary style in order to increase the chances of getting pregnant. He grips your legs hanging over his shoulders, you happily taking his thrusts as you rock against the bed. Once you climax Weather's thrusts get harder and he just explodes inside you. He flops down on top on both of you, you stroking his neck and back as you nuzzle his face. The two of you lazily make out, Weather's seed spilling out of your hole. Soon enough Weather removes himself from you and pulls out before flipping you onto your front. He kisses your neck and shoulders, burying his face into your hair as he massages your ass in hand, then lifting your hips up to take you from behind. You had a full night of baby making ahead and Weather was determined to fill you up.
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A Preview of the Japanese Films at Osaka Asian Film Festival 2024
Osaka Asian Film Festival 2024 (OAFF) will run from March 01st to March 10th. Following on from my overview post, this one will round up all of the Japanese films that will be screened with the synopses. Some entries will feature a bit more information on the filmmakers, some of whom I’ve interviewed already, and some comments on the titles.
2024 sees the Osaka Asian Film Festival reach 19 years…
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