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fuddieduddies-art · 10 months

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🐷 💘 💛 🖤 🍝 🧐😞 🤔🍛 🎶 🩹 FOR TONY AND HILDEGARD

omg hiiii bestie. once more let's get some read more action cause this is a lot lol.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

hildegard. again, certified bug liker. probably weird stuff specifically like spiders, centipedes, anything with like weird long ass legs and million eyes and pincers. tony will see a falcon and be like wooahh sick The Maltese Falcon (1941) reference.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

hildegard. the fact i do not have a immediate answer makes me so sad. probably some people at the circus who they still write to on their travels. it will become tristen god willing. tony. steph one million heart emojis and zivah :) and also dire, yes, but he would never say that to his face lol.

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

hildegard. they speak common and elvish :] tony. english, some italian. fluent in talking shit.

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

hildegard. somehow she hasn't lmao. definitely has caused a few accidents with their powers that have gotten people hurt, but nothing that serious. they don't strike me as a heartbreaker tho tony. iman you know this. yeah like a handful. whoops lmao. broke steph's heart with The Incident.

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

hildegard. stews and soup and meat pies and whatnot. tony. i bet his mom makes really banging risotto and It's That.

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

hildegard. more logical in a way people find maybe a little cold or uncomfortably clinical. tony. ohhh he is so emotional honestly he needs to chillax.

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

hildegard. tragically their weird and off-putting swag is too much for most, and they tend to be left alone. creatures don't mind, though. monsters don't mind. tony. everyone either wants to climb him like a tree or is immediately intimidated by him. so like jury's out. until the time of the campaign he's been very reluctant to make any sort of deeper connections with people. because of the curse.

🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner

hildegard. since he travels around a lot, he tends to eat stuff that can last longer and that's easy to have on the road. bread, cheeses, dried meats and fruits. tony. well. he has a notable and unfortunate dietary requirement, so generally speaking he just kind of does a Snake Meal of human flesh and whatever he has on hand, either leftovers or takeout or something he makes himself, and that keeps him going for about a week. girl dinner.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

hildegard. god what music do they have in dnd. spooky music from the sims 4. i think they'd like stuff that's pretty upbeat and intense, and songs that have a story. tony. dad rock and jazz. perhaps he peeps some more musical theatre bc of zivah. he likes to have something on in the background pretty often.

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

all of my characters are autistic even if they're neurotypical because they are made and played by me. hope this helps.

#ocs #dnd #castles forlon #motw #hildegard perot #tony bancarella #ask game #arkcore #sorry for answering one million of these. jk no im not.

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puppytoby · 2 years

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｡ﾟ•┈୨ ♡ Welcome to my blog!! ♡ ୧┈•ﾟ｡

｡ﾟ•┈୨ ♡ Non-regressed info!! ♡ ୧┈•ﾟ｡

ੈ♡˳ Name ; Tobias / Toby

ੈ♡˳ Pronouns ; He/him

ੈ♡˳ Orientation ; T4T gay man <3

ੈ♡˳ Interests ; Creepypasta and Marble Hornets are my current hyperfixations :D I also like The Legend of Zelda, FNAF, Stardew valley, minecraft, playing guitar and drawing <3

｡ﾟ•┈୨ ♡ Age regressed info!! ♡ ୧┈•ﾟ｡

ੈ♡˳ Nicknames ; Baby bird, baby bee, little one, budgie, baby boy, prince

ੈ♡˳ Little age ; 3 - 5, sometimes around 8

ੈ♡˳ Favourite snack ; Dino nuggets and alphabet spaghetti :D

ੈ♡˳ Likes ; My little pony, cartoons, plushies, blankets, colouring, fidget toys, little snacks, flavoured milk, Zelda games, minecraft, Stardew Valle and bubble baths

ੈ♡˳ Dislikes ; Loud noises, being ignored, having to be patient, masking when I'm little and spooky stuff (unless it's creepypasta)

｡ﾟ•┈୨ ♡ Pet regressed info!! ♡ ୧┈•ﾟ｡

ੈ♡˳ Nicknames ; Puppy, pup, kitten, kitty, birdie

ੈ♡˳ Species ; Puppy, kitten and bird regressor !!

ੈ♡˳ Puppy likes ; Rolling around, fetch, lots of barking </3, Paw patrol, Bluey, chicken sandwiches and walks

ੈ♡˳ Kitten likes ; Cat naps, milk, tuna and pawing things

ੈ♡˳ Bird likes ; Nesting, trying to whistle (because i cant), gummy worms/strawberry laces

｡ﾟ•┈୨ ♡ My writing!! ♡ ୧┈•ﾟ｡

I enjoy writing age/pet-re headcanons for fandoms or pairings I like and I'm happy to do requests :D

!! All headcanons or fanfics are SFW !!

The fandoms I'll write for are:

ੈ♡˳ Mable Hornets

ੈ♡˳ Creepypasta

ੈ♡˳ Stardew Valley

ੈ♡˳ Marvel

I don't mind doing x readers as long as it's kept SFW <3

All headcanons or fanfics are SFW

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#pet regression #creepypasta agere #marble hornets age regression #age regression #agere #age dreaming #pet dreaming #marble hornets agere #sfw little blog #sfw little community #little space #sfw #petre #sfw petre #sfw pet regression

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reduce-reuse-recycle · 1 year

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MORE TWST! RuPaul's Drag Race AU -- headcannons

Doesn't it look fancier when I add the exclamation? Gotta work on that tittle still

I want to set the rules for this AU, talking about magic and characters I'd make queens and charas I won't

Magic

Magic exists as in twst, I want to keep it as close as canon possible on this part. The capability to which the contestants can use magic entirely depends on the challenge: To win some challenges you don't need any magic really, beacuse not every queen is required to have magic to be a queen.

However, drag race test the possible talents a queen must have to be a good entertainer, but doesn't mean everyone has to be good at everything. I think it can be more of a skill, like sewing or singing, but having a magic prowess sort of challenge sounds very fun.

"Every queen will try and makeup as many pit crew as they can in thirty seconds" as a mini challenge, obviously you do better with magic etc etc, something like this. In a season with more magic-using queens, this'll be more prevalent maybe.

(The pit crew being mostly beast men sounds so funny to me so I'll make it a thing)

Queens and non-queens

In my first post I mentioned that I didn't think Vil would be a queen because he's a celebrity in canon already, and I'd put socialites in the same category, royalty won't be included because you don't necessarily have to be known(??) I mean, a lot of people know them, but they're not really percieved as such in game, by npcs or other main characters, Malleus is just spooky for example.

Following this spaghetti logic, the following charas I don't see as queens, apart from the teachers because that's a whole other thing:

Vil – celebrity

Neige – celebrity

Kalim – socialite (money)

Idia – socialite (money)

Lilia – he is already very busy being the in-universe Lady Bunny and having three kids

Ace – I don't like him so I know nothing about him on purpose, if someone wants to make him a drag persona, go ahead

Epel – not his vibe, I don't think Epel would like to be a drag queen, he is already quite close-minded (and as much as it pains me, I don't think Epel can be queer canonically but I love him)

Judges

Crowley definetly is the RuPaul of the whole thing, the face, the comedy and the dust. Just adding his personal "I am very kind" here and there, as something he's kown for.

NOW, Divus is definetly Michelle Visage and I won't change my mind nor I will elaborate, it just,,, match made in heaven.

For other judges, we can make up some celebs to be guests in the episodes,, "Famous comedian Juan Mouse is here. Hi Juan" fun. Of course, Vil and Neige would be invited, Kalim too. Idia would accept to be a guest too because his bro is there and he is very loving and proud.

Carson and Ross can be also made up because they judge comedy, fashion and... whatever Ross does, but Mozus can fill the position too if needed, I don't see Vargas or Sam in the panel, but they can be too, one of them at least.

And yeah that's all my mind can produce with a sick brain, I'll continue my brainrot while watching season 5, I don't watch seasons in order www

#twisted wonderland #rupaul's drag race #twst au #twst #I have a lot of fun thinking about drag queens #yes i hate ace I've been here since day 1

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Show Me That You Love Me Too - Eddie Kaspbrak X Richie Tozier

Title: Show Me That You Love Me Too

Eddie Kaspbrak X Richie Tozier

Additional Characters: IT, Bill, Stanley, Mike, Ben, Beverly, and Eddie's Mom (Mentioned)

WC: 1,598

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of killing, emotions

Eddie and Richie sat together on the grassy ground, eating ice cream. Everyone else in their friend group was talking nearby the quarry. Richie didn't want to talk about It. He wanted to find some sort of piece in his crazy life. Eddie wanted the same, so the two boys went for some ice cream before heading over, and for once in their lives, they felt at peace. Until Bill came running over to them.

"Hey, guys!" He asked excitedly as he approached.

"You're not going to believe what I just found out!"

"What's that?" Eddie asked with a grin.

Eddie was glad that his life had somewhat turned around. He still had to deal with crappy bullies and his overbearing mother, but It was gone. Eddie could finally live out his life without having to look over his shoulder when he was alone. He wasn't ever alone. He had his friends.

Billy opened his palm to show a perfectly circular rock, dark tan in color, no bigger than a quarter.

"Wow, that's cool!" Eddie spoke, as Richie just looked on and continued to lick his ice cream.

Richie had his worries, sure. Almost the same as Eddie's. But, high school was growing closer and fast. The impending doom of longer school hours, waking up at almost dawn and more homework worried him. But, in the back of his mind, he knew he would be okay, somewhat. He and his friends beat a child-eating alien from space after all.

"Rich," Eddie called out, grabbing Richie's attention.

Richie turned to look at Eddie, confused.

"What's up, Eddie Spaghetti?" He asked with a joking smirk.

Eddie's eyes immediately narrowed as he gently punched Richie's arm.

"Don't call me that, I was talking to you," Eddie spoke, finishing his cone.

"Oh, sorry, man." Richie apologized, quickly eating the rest of his ice cream cone and looking into Eddie's eyes.

"No, it's fine. You know, sometimes we have to talk about stuff like this, right?" Eddie asked and Richie wiped his hands on his Hawaiian shirt, pretending not to know what Eddie was talking about.

"We should talk about this, Richie. It's important." Bill spoke up, as Beverly, Ben, Stanley, and Mike walked over to join them.

Richie stayed silent, knowing that they were going to drag him into talking about it eventually.

"We're going to high school in three months," Ben spoke, running his hands through his sandy brown hair.

The group was silent, taking the information in.

It felt like only yesterday when the Losers Club defeated It. They were just kids, living in a world where they shouldn't have to deal with all the real-life crap until they were older. Even before It they were dealing with it. They all were.

"It felt like summer just started," Bev spoke and Stan nodded, as the five joined Eddie and Richie in the grass. "Soon we'll hardly have time altogether," Stan added.

"No more jumping in the quarry or random bike rides to and from each other's houses. No more arcade or ice cream..." Stan finished but Ben shook his head.

"We can still do all those things. We still have the weekends."

Bev nodded, plucking the grass and letting them flow in the soft breeze.

"But we all know that we aren't staying here forever." Richie spoke up, Eddie immediately turning to him.

"What do you mean?" Eddie asked him, only for Richie to shrug in response.

"I can't stay here forever. Once I'm done with high school, I'm out of here."

"I don't want to stay in this town more than I need to." Ben spoke, as he began braiding some stray dandelions.

"I bet we're all going to leave sooner or later. Go to college, get jobs, get a life." Mike spoke, with Stan agreeing.

Soon the group of five began talking about the spooky old house, Eddie turned back to Richie.

"Why didn't you come to me? Why with all of the others?" Eddie asked him, his voice quiet.

"Because I know you're leaving too." Richie answered.

"Yeah, we all are. But that's not the point. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Eddie asked, but Richie shrugged again.

"I didn't think it was a big deal. After high school, we're all leaving and probably won't see each other. We'll be way too busy with our own lives."

Richie explained, "Why? You worried about me or something, Eds?" Richie teased and Eddie groaned, growing annoyed.

"We're not going to be gone for too long. It will be back, and we will have to kill it." Eddie muttered.

"I'm going to ignore what you just said and go back to you being worried for me." Richie joked and Eddie sighed, turning to look at their friends.

"That's not it, Richie. I'm just...I am worried about you. You're my best friend, I don't want anything bad to happen to you. To any of us." Eddie confessed.

"I'm scared. I don't know what to do. It feels like I can't go back to a 'normal' life. After high school, I don't know what to do."

Richie wrapped an arm around Eddie's shoulders, pulling him close. "Me too, Eds. But, for now, we have each other." Richie tried to reassure him.

❤❤❤

Eddie sat on his bed, his algebra homework in front of him. Four months into high school and he's only passing with B's. He wanted all A's. It was late into the night, the sun had gone down a long time ago. The birds stopped singing, owls replacing their calls. His mother went to bed ages ago after finishing her game show. Yawning, Eddie rubbed his eyes, growing tired and his mind becoming blurry. It was hard to think, but he had to get his work done before tomorrow.

Stretching his arms in the arm and rolling his shoulders, Eddie tried to sit up straight when a pebble hit his bedroom window. Pausing, waiting in the silence, Eddie listened. He couldn't hear anything but the wind and chirping crickets. Then came another pebble, then another. Eddie sighed and got up from his bed, heading to his window. Opening his window, Eddie peered down below. There, Richie stood, giving a wave and smile, fixing his thick-rimmed glasses.

"Oh, Edpunzel, Edpunzel, let down your hair!" Richie yelled from down below, using a terrible British accent.

Eddie quickled shushed him, bringing a finger to his lips in haste.

"Shut up, idiot! My mom is sleeping! You'll wake her up." He whisper-yelled down at him, only for Richie to laugh.

Eddie waited as Richie climbed his way up the trilles on the side of the house, kicking one leg over the window ledge and then the other. Shutting the window, Eddie turned around to Richie and glared, crossing his arms.

"You almost woke up the whole neighborhood with your yelling." Eddie reprimanded, Richie just brushing it off.

"You're fine, Eds. No one woke up." He spoke, flopping on Eddie's bed and picking up his algebra book.

Eddie walked over and grumply snatched the book out of Richie's hands. "You would have woken my mom, and then we both would've been in huge trouble." He scolded him, sitting down beside him.

"So, you've been up doing homework this whole time?" Richie completely changing the subject.

Edie nodded, "I want to bring my grade up."

To that, Richie gave a small laugh, wrapping his arm around to give Eddie a noogie. "You're such a nerd, Eds. You're already passing. I know, I copied you in Science." Richie spoke, as Eddie pushed his arms away.

"I want to make sure I can get into a good college. What about you, like you said, you copy me. We only have two shared classes. You must be failing the others." Eddie remarked, as Richie turned to him in mock offense.

"I'll have you know, Ed, I have Cs. That is still passing."

Eddie shook his head with a small smile, as the two went into a short silence, though it felt like it dragged on for hours.

"What are we going to do?" Eddie whispered, voice cracking.

Richie sighed, bringing his arm around Eddie's shoulder, bringing the shorter boy closer to him. Eddie sighed and snuggled in closer to his side.

"We just go with it. I'll try and keep in contact, and I know you will. You just can't get enough of me." Richie spoke, trying to be serious.

Eddie smiled, but it faded quickly, "You're going to leave, aren't you?" He asked, as Richie nodded, Eddie's heart racing.

"Yeah, I am."

Even though he had said he was going to leave before, Eddie couldn't process it. Now, Eddie could. Richie was going to leave. Just like he was. They were going to go their separate ways. He would leave and live his life in Beverly Hills as a comedian or something. Eddie's smile slowly graced his face as he thought of that. Richie continued to hold Eddie close, as he thought where Eddie would go. Looking at the algebra book in front of them, Richie smiled, Eddie would probably become an accountant or something. Looking all cute wearing a suit, working in an office cubicle everyday. He would come home after a long work day as Richie would be working on writing his next sketch. Perfectly domestic.

Eddie looked up, noticing Richie's smile. "What's got you smiling like that?"

Richie's smile widened, eyes looking off with a content look in his eyes. "Your mom."

“Ugh, I hate you.”

“Oh, you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

#eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #richie x eddie #reddie #gay #fluff #slight angst #sadish #cute

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marvelite624 · 3 years

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The front door flew open as I approached. Becka excitedly yelled, "Daddy! You brought Peskers home! I handed the cat off replyin', "I told you I would, didn't I? Don't forget now, he's your responsibility." "I know, Daddy!" She held the cat up at arms length, "Welcome home, Peskers!" And from a short distance behind her, Sarah added, "And you stay out of my nail polish, you little scamp! That stuff is not for cats and it isn't cheap, either!"

Gil had slipped quietly past me, disappearin' through the doorway, surprise. Sarah stepped to me as Becka skipped away with the furball. She placed her arms around my neck, deliverin' a quick but firm peck to my lips. "Wha-a-at's that I'm smellin'?", I asked. "Three guesses and the first two don't count!", she teased. "That's apple...and cinnamon! You makin' pies? Oh, God...I'm gonna get big as a barn! What's the occasion?" "Do I need an occasion...to say, 'I love you'? I'm just takin' the quickest way to your heart, s'all!!"

Gil stepped in, Donny in tow; I noticed a hand drop from my brother's hip as they entered. Donny spoke first. "What is that fabulous smell?!" Sarah jumped in, "That, sir, is your dessert! You'll be stayin' for dinner... "yes, ma'am" will be the only reply I'll hear. Spaghetti ok? Sure it is!" "Uhh, yes, ma'am!", he answered. I leaned slightly towards Donny, brought a hand to my mouth and in my sneakiest whisper asked, "How's it feel, Mr. 'Take-charge'?" Before walking away, Sarah says, "Well, I better get to work; those pies won't bake themselves!" I didn't want to spoil the moment by bringing it up but, my wife's eyes looked a little puffy. I wondered why, even as Donny stepped from Gil's shadow and held up the envelope.

I'd left the damn thing in the seat of his truck after lunch, totally forgotten. He reached it to me sayin', "Did you forget something?" Great! He was picking up Gil's habits...the spooky mind readin' stuff.

I guess the cat had won its' freedom. He was busy scratchin' at the cellar door. I called to Becka, "OK, baby girl...grab Peskers before he destroys the woodwork!" She shushed him and he jumped onto a side table just outside the kitchen. I laid the envelope there, patting his head, "You're gonna be a handful, aren't you little guy?" We seated ourselves in the livin' room and shot the shit til dinner was almost done. Mr. Pickles was rackin' up today, let me tell ya! Sarah leaned out to remind us there was a child present...I corrected her, "She's no child, honey. She's Pickles' accountant and doin' a fine job, too!"

Dinner, as usual, was fantastic! We all stuffed way too much into our faces as we talked and laughed our way through another of Sarah's "Master Chef" meals. I'd forgotten how much fun having company could be. I'd also forgotten about the homemade apple pie waiting to top off the evenin'. I was not alone. Sarah offered to put on a pot of coffee, adding, "If you boys want to put your feet up and relax, I'll be serving pie with the coffee shortly." "Can I help out in here, Sis? I can...", Sarah interrupted Gil, "No, you'll just get in the way, hon. Go, sit, I'll be peachy in here, go on." She saw how he and Donny were eyein' each other and knew he was just bein' polite. Those two could have a 'considerate contest' and both if them would be winners.

I dropped into my wallowed-out recliner, Donny sat on the couch and asked if it would be alright to take off his boots. "Was it ever not alright?", I said with one brow raised. He pulled them off and Gil, scootin' down to accommodate, patted his lap with a smile. Donny smiled back, looked at me...well, I shrugged my 'go ahead'. He turned and reclined slightly with a sofa cushion as he placed his tired feet onto Gil's waitin' lap. Eagerly, Gil went to work kneadin' and rubbin'...I'd never seen him so close to heaven. I couldn't help but be reminded of when I'd made that my job, so long ago ...and then came pie.

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"Are you sure you won't stay?" Gil was almost pleading as Donny pulled on his boots. "I can't, Gilly...tomorrow's a work day, it's gettin' late." "Yeah, you do need your beauty-rest, I guess." He looked my way saying, "It's been great, man. We need to do this again real soon." "Especially if Sarah's cookin', right!" We snickered at that and he turned to Gil, "Walk me to the truck, Gilbert?" 'Gilbert'? I thought he hated that! Gil tugged him to his feet and they headed for the door, "G'night, Frankie...and G'NIGHT, SARAH! REALLY ENJOYED IT!", he called into the kitchen where the wife was finishin' up the dishes with Becka. "GLAD YOU HAD FUN, DON! 'NIGHT!", she called back to him. With that, they were out the door.

I lifted my tired butt from the recliner; when ya gotta go, ya gotta go. Passed by the kitchen door in time to see Becka shushin' Peskers away from that door again. I looked down and there was the envelope. No return address; it was flimsy, almost felt empty. I decided that I'd finally open it on the next pass. Gil, back inside now called after me down the hall, "Hurry up in there! I need to talk to you about some stuff!" "Yeah, yeah! Sure thing, bro!" "Oh, Lord. Please don't let it be about you and Donny...", I thought to myself, "...some things are better left unsaid." When I returned to the table, Gil was seated back on the sofa. "Be with you in a sec, bro. I gotta see what this is first." I opened the end and slid the contents free.

"Well, I'll be dammed. Would you look at this." It was the x-ray I'd attempted to get before. But who would have sent this to me...and why? Gil rose and walked to where I was standing, still holding the film. "What is it, Frankie?" He reached out to take it from me and, as he touched it, all hell broke loose!

The world turned upside-down for both of us! A kaleidoscope of pain shot across my frontal lobes, draggin' a cascade of images with it. I got flashes of Mom, Dad, labcoats, soldiers, what the?...and my God, it was them! Those creatures who tortured me, awake and in my dreams! It was them!! I heard Gil shout, "Enough!", as he managed to release his hold on the film. I staggered backwards, slumped to the wall and just slid to the floor.

"Christ Almighty! What the...fuck...was that?!", I choked out gasping for my next breath. "You saw it too?! Frank! You saw that?!", Gil replied. "That's never happened before; I never transferred it to anyone else. I'm so sorry!"

Sarah stepped from the kitchen, "Guys? What...?", her voice quivered, she was frightened. The television across the room, on, but muted the entire night, started to flicker and flash! Sparks shot from the back as the lamp next to the sofa practically exploded. The lights in the kitchen fluttered as Peskers shot past and down the hall. "Frank?!", Sarah shouted.

I pulled my knees up into my chest, buried my face there...the tears began to wash over my cheeks! I realized the danger I was puttin' my family in...I couldn't stop it, I didn't know how! Becka rushed out past Sarah who tried to grab her! "No, Mommy!", she pulled free, turning to me, "Daddy needs help!" She placed her hands gently on opposite sides of my face. A soft glow rose in the whites of her eyes, so beautiful. Her palms seemed to grow warmer as she spoke, "Daddy....Daddy, no...you be still now. Let it go...be still wiff us! We love you, Daddy! Let it go!"

I felt a wave of calming peace wash over me. Gone was the fear, the terror. I could think clearly again. I looked at my daughter, still holding my face. The tears continued as Becka too, now sobbed softly. "I love you, Daddy...I will keep you safe." The flickering and sputtering had ceased as I reached out and grabbed my baby girl. I held her there for an eternity...

"Frankie, that stuff I wanted to talk about?", Gil started, "All this is part of it...you really need to hear the rest!"

(to be continued in Part 11)

•This is an original work of fiction and labor of love, written by me, Terry G. Nunley.

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twiixr4kidz · 4 years

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general sbr headcanons

Except it's just the four characters I know the most about-

Johnny Joestar

Hot Cheetos

He really, really likes hot Cheetos

He's probably very talented when it comes to doing makeup

Listens to either very loud, aggressive music or like, lofi covers of popular songs

Talks to himself a lot when Gyro isn't home

He smiles at the worst times

Definitely eats cereal in bed because he can

His favorite animals are snails

He definitely wears socks to sleep and has probably spilled baked beans in his bed before

And them blamed it on Gyro

Makes Chef Boyardee and then gets lectured by Gyro about how it's not real Italian food and if he wants some "good fucking spaghetti", then Johnny should have asked him

The entire time Johnny's just blankly staring like 😐😑😐

He continues to eat the "cabinet noodles" in spite

Legitimately THE pettiest bitch you'll ever meet

He doesn't give up grudges

He gives me the vibes of absolute chaotic neutral as a person

Gyro Zeppeli

Gets super hyped up over holidays

"JOHNNY!" "Gyro, it's fucking midnight, what?" "IT'S SEPTEMBER 1ST, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!?" "..." "SPEECHLESS, I SEE! WELL JOHNNY," he says as he grabs a confetti popper, "IT'S FUCKING SPOOKY SEASON!" "Gyro... Go to bed."

He usually keeps his hair in a bun because it gets in his face a lot, but he doesn't want to cut it off

He's... Kind of oblivious

He convince Johnny to be his roommate, and neither of them regret it

He laughs at his own jokes

His entire gallery is pictures of Johnny

He's really good at dancing

Like, specifically kpop girl group dancing

I don't have any clue WHY, he just gives me that v i b e, yknow?

Never invite him to karaoke

He will,,, literally not stop singing

Because he knows he's pretty good at it

And he wants to boast about it

Because he thinks he's cool

And I mean, he is 😳

Really like writing letters because he thinks mailing things is fun

He's the perfect person to go to when you want good Italian food and DIYs

Has thrown a breadstick at Diego and will do it again

Diego Brando

Did I hear someone say Kandi kid?

He NEVER

And I mean N E V E R

Misses tea time

He cries a lot, and often for no reason

And he's perfectly fine five seconds later

Only eats his vegetables in the weekends

And he'll fight anyone who says he has to

Kicked a baby before

Whether it was on purpose or an accident, he'll never tell

Somehow falls asleep in the most bizarre of situations

In bathrooms, while watching horror movies, driving, listening to heavy metal...

He's fallen asleep in a woodshop before and thought it was something out of Alice in Wonderland

He also reads a lot of like, classic novels

Like Through The Looking Glass and Huckleberry Finn and Frankenstein

He always dresses up as the same thing for Halloween

He's either a vampire or a dinosaur

Hot Pants

She has a love-hate relationship with Diego and isn't sure if agreeing to be roommates was her most wise choice

She's also really good at makeup

Goth girl HP goth girl HP goth girl HP-

She doesn't mind having to deal with Diego's shenanigans, but hanging out with Gyro and Johnny is like a breath of fresh air

Mom friend

She's a sucker for cute things

If she sees a dog while taking a walk, she always stops to pet it

She paints Diego's nails while he sleeps and he still has no idea why it keeps happening

She's both super loud and super quiet

She doesn't like making a scene but if she's really in the mood, she's absolutely chaotic-

The queen of darts and dragging everyone home after they've had too much to drink

She's very responsible

And you'd think she makes her bed every day

But her room is a complete mess

Rip Hot Pants 💔

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyo na boken #sbr #steel ball run #johnny joestar #gyro zeppeli #hot pants #diego brando #writing!!

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