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me since learning about v's existence:
#— rambles.#— devil may cry.#he's everything i could want in a guy#i need him in a sense that words cannot explain at all#devil may cry v#dmc5 v#v dmc#dmc v#v dmcv#v dmc5#shhhhh i'm manifesting him
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Joel Miller x f!Reader [3.3k]
Summary: The nightmares left when you started sharing Joel's bed, but that never meant they were gone. When you have your first episode in his presence, Joel's right there. He's there, all around you, inside you, comforting you. It's so different than all the other desperate times you two became one that you wonder how much of it is meant to soothe you, and how much was a need of his.
— A/n 📝This was written because I had a nightmare and no Joel to comfort me, so I'm being self-indulgent to the max. You're welcome. Reblogs and comments make all the difference.
— Warnings⚠️ mature content—explicit depictions of sex, so minors dni. | 🏷️ age gap, established relationship, morning sex, comfort sex, nightmares, soft!Joel, making out, dirty talking, fingering, missionary sex, prone bone, overstimulation, creampie (practice safe sex y'all).
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Before you, his sleep was non-existent. Restless, a black out, a body function that hit him when Joel reached his limit. It was achieved through scotch, overworking himself, and sometimes, when the date offered no other alternative, pills.
Now, Joel sleeps — okay. He rests.
Drool on his pillow, body waking up with the feeling of new, sometimes even going as far as dreaming. It's insanity, and although he's only had it for months, Joel's terrified of how addicted to it he is.
No matter how great the sleep is, it's still light. Always will be — there's no deep sleep at the end of the world, and when you stir in his arms, Joel wakes up in a second, only to notice this is nothing like the other times; he regains consciousness and is taken by your panic like a cold shower, and in a second, he's alert.
"Baby — hey, hey," he whispers your name, calling you back to him. "Wake up." He repeats your name louder, and you awake in a pained gasp, which echoes in him. "Hey — baby. C'mere."
At first, the shock stops you from abiding by his words.
All you can feel is the hot peng in your chest still echoing from the images passing like a movie before your eyes, the hot ache enveloping all your middle from the sense of alert danger alert, but Joel is patient as you breathe through those seconds. His palms rub both your arms, and he keeps his distance, his breath steady, his eyes set on you firm despite their hazy sleepiness. Once, Joel could barely sleep heavily enough to get rest, and now, he woke with sleep still clouding the edges of his visions.
Because of you. Because of — "Baby," he whispers again. This time, his voice lands somewhere conscious and your gaze meets his. "There you are." His digits apply gentle pressure on your arms to see if your body has relaxed enough to be guided by him and sure enough, you feel the slight pull as a port and sink your anchor into him.
Your upper body sags on his, falling on his touch.
You wished for radio silence. For something to come and take away the pain, the lingering feeling of those worries your subconscious manifested as horrible pictures to dissipate.
And it comes. In the shape of Joel's hand gripping your nape and his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer, comfort arrives.
"Shhhhh." Only when he shushes you the sound of your whimpering register — you're crying. Wetting his sleeping shirt. Still shaking. "I've got you."
He repeats those three precious words more times until you've calmed down. However long that takes. All you know is that one moment you can barely think beyond what you saw in those dreams and next, you're wiping your cheeks on your forearms and looking at Joel through your wet lashes.
He feels your eyes on him, turns around and flicks the lamp by the bed on.
Faint yellow light illuminates his features amidst all the darkness, and you breathe.
"You're alright," it slips out. You almost cry again, biting at your bottom lip since you're unable to bite your own words back, or swallow them now that they're out in the open.
Joel's brows crease in confusion for only a moment, and then it hits him. It was about him. "I'm alright." The claim erases every ounce of weight left in your chest. "C'mere," he pulls you closer, and you take the invite.
Stradling his lap is your favorite thing, even if you're still shy to do it; the level of desire and attraction you have for Joel is embarrassing, the effect he has on you and how desperate you are for every crumb of his touch and affection should make you ashamed. All it does is make you blush, or occasionally stutter.
Joel takes it all with a good heart. He adjusts your body in his lap, resting his face on your shoulder, and then breathes in deeply.
Breathes out.
After blissful moments like this, he asks. "Feeling better?"
With you, always. "Yeah." You want to look at him, but his neck is where Joel smells the most like himself, and it makes you a bit drunk. Sleep is long gone from your body — that's what a few touches from him can do. "You always know how to help."
Joel chuckles and the huff of breath tickles your neck. "All I did was shush and hold you."
"I know. That's perfect."
Joel would ask if you want to talk about the nightmares, but no one does. He starts petting your hair. "Think you can get back to sleep?"
You shake your head.
His head tilts. What do you want, then? "Still thinking about it?"
His question makes you double-check, and — no. You shake your head. "Just..." Instead of answering, you show him.
A roll of your hips, and the surprised groan it pulls out of him makes the hint of a smile show on your face.
He put you on his lap. That's all you needed to go from asleep to wide awake. Or at least, I want you awake.
"Fuck—," Joel's fingers dig deeper and hard into your waist. "'s what so?"
You nod. "Can we?"
"Can we what?" Joel asks, because while few people know it, he's a little shit.
"You know what," you whine. "Wanna feel you. Please?"
The way you whine brings out something borderline animalistic in Joel.
It took him by surprise every single time — it was a hook you had, an energetic and magnetic pull that turned Joel towards you almost on instinct.
Joel goes from being half-asleep to reeling about all the ways he wants to taste you. It should be over by now, the stupid flutter in his stomach whenever you kiss him like this, devour his oxygen in a starved and greedy way, but they only amplify somehow.
All he does is kiss you for a while.
Joel sighs into your mouth and licks around your soft whimpers. He feels overwhelmed — with only a few rolls of your hips and the desperate tightening of your legs on both of his sides and he's hard as a rock. Straining against his briefs, wetting a spot on it because you're rocking against him and all but melting against his hand on your hair.
When he pulls back for air, Joel has to just look.
He grabs a fistful of your hair by the nape and pulls your head back as gently as he can — you mewl. Whine coming out scratchy, on the back of your throat, and he sort of smiles.
It's on his face. He can feel the tugging on his lips at the sight in front of him. There's the faintest notion of light coming through the windows, the early signs of night dissipating, and they illuminate you just right. Soft, royal blue lights illuminate the contour of your cheekbones, and Joel needs to see more.
Wants to. He lets go of your hair and tugs on your shirt—no, on his shirt, taking it off with your help.
Usually, Joel's talkative from the start. He discovered you have a thing for his voice early on and lost the ability to shut the fuck up ever since. Your words, not his.
Usually, it's not this, though—not this slow, or this reverent.
One of Joel's hands keeps running through your body, smoothing out all the exposed skin, and he can tell by your body that the touch is relaxing.
Then, you break the silence by leaning your upper body, closing the space between your heads. "Joel," you whisper in his mouth. "Wanna suck you off."
The one thing you love doing to distract yourself—he'd allow it, but something's tugging at him to offer more than just distraction.
Joel wants to offer you comfort.
He closes the gap and kisses your eager and waiting lips, tasting you again before answering, "Not now, baby."
You whine, squeezing your thighs around him. "Why not?"
He remembers something and runs his hands over your ass as he talks, massaging and squishing the flesh. "You told me I could touch you as much as I wanted to, remember?" He gets his fingers under the ban of your panties, squeezing harder. "On our night, you told me I could always do you like I wanted, right baby?" Joel seals his lips on yours again in a harsh kiss as both of you recall the night. The first night. The one you two deemed 'your' night. He pulls back. "Was so filthy that night, baby—"
"Wanted you for so long—" and shit, that gets to him.
Joel spins both of you around and lays your back to the mattress again, rocking his hips with yours. "Dunno what you see in me, baby—" you poked him hard on his side, mean and pointy and hard, and Joel looks up to see you frowning at him. Right—no shit-talking himself in your presence. He chuckles, and grabs your chin, tilting your head up so he licks a stripe down your jugular. "My bad — 'm thinking about how fuckin' lucky I was and started off on the wrong end of it."
"Damn right you did — oh." The gasp you let out loud is matched by his cursing.
Joel pushed your panties to the side, taking advantage of the lack of clothes in way, and all he wanted was to check. Instead, he gets his fingers soaked in all of your wetness. Just from kissing. Just for him. "All for me, baby? Jesus fuckin' Christ." Joel runs two, three fingers between your folds, wetting his digits before he starts thumbing your clit. "I love your mouth on me, y'know that. Always get So messy. Do it just like — I like it. But I just wanna see you feel good right now."
"Joel."
He had no idea where it came from, but his brain paints the picture for him.
Your eyes wide, twitching with fear.
It'd been a while since he saw that. Matter-of-factly, Joel was sure now he'd never seen that expression on you before. He would know — the long days Joel spent cataloging ever line, wrinkle, freckle on your body; he was no stranger to your nature. Joel walked into your deepest and darkest woods, and whatever nightmare woke you up today, it was a new storm brewing.
You're alright, you had said.
Joel sinks his fingers inside you as he sinks his mouth on your neck, seeking comfort in you at the same beat as he's trying to offer it.
You clench around him, and Joel sighs when your nails dig at his back. It's not just his voice you like. Joel stops thinking about all the reasons why you could be afraid and focuses on making you forget there's a world to fear. "Like my fingers, don't ya?" he rasps out, inching his face back so he can share the same breath as you.
"So thick," you babble out, thighs spreading wider for him.
Joel wasted many hours in front of mirrors convincing himself he was past the futilities of caring about appearance, attraction, and things of the such. However, all you needed to do was this:
"Joel, oh god, Joel," like a prayer. Eyes closed, rolling at the back of your head, like a surrender. The way you forced them back open just to look at him, and your mouth gaped open — Joel could feel the lust oozing off of you. "So fuckin' handsome, Joel. You look so good fucking me."
He growls, pulsing his fingers in a curve inside of you, abusing the spot he knows to be carved only to break your mind. Designed to make you see stars.
"So flatterin'," he laughs, sucking on your abused lips. "You make me feel handsome," he confesses, milking the trembling in your body that he recognizes quite well. "That's it — let it all go for me, baby."
Your first orgasm cums in a silent scream, as you let his fingers guide you into white bliss.
Joel moans unabashedly as you ride it out. He kisses your jaw since your lips are too busy hanging open, frozen around the letters of his name.
"Joel—too much, too much," you cry out, and he takes out his fingers from inside. He guides them to your mouth, and you part your lips. So obedient it drives him nuts.
"Lick 'em clean," he orders softly. He watches you do it, and imagines it's his cock inside of his fingers, but he has to prioritize now. He wants you in that way he knows it drives you wild — the way it pulls at your animalistic instincts and gets you screaming into the pillow. "Turn around, baby, c'mon."
It's like you know.
You do. Your eyes widen for a second and you moan for him before readjusting your body under him.
He grabs his own pillow to position underneath your hips when you lay with your belly down, settles his legs outside of yours and does his best not to drop his whole weight on you just yet.
"More, more," you whine for him. You want more of his weight — lord knows why, but you enjoy being smothered by him. Joel gives you just a little more and pulls your hair away from your face so he look at you. "Please don't tease me."
He wanted to. God, Joel really wanted to be strong — and young — enough to tease you until you were crying; sometimes, when he was rested enough, when you riled him up just right, when the adrenaline was high, or when something clicked and the air sizzled with a tension between you two, then he could.
Joel could make you cum two, or three times, before he put it in.
Other times, you were both starving for it.
He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed just the head in, wishing he was less riled up, but finding comfort that you were right there with him.
"Joel," you beg.
He smiles, and slides it all the way in. It's so wet, and so tight, and he's so, so fucked.
He praises your name. Catches his breath on your sweaty shoulder, and sucks on the back of your neck.
When you whine for more, this time, he truly has no words.
All Joel does is enjoy the way you're a mess with him.
He starts at a slow pace, pulling out the way out so he can enjoy the drag of it getting back inside. He does that until his arms are aching with the effort of keeping himself upright, and then he's lowering himself further, enjoying how much louder you get.
"Tell me if it's too much," he pleas in your ear.
"Faster, need it faster," is all you have to say back to him.
Joel abides. He gives it to you just how you want it, and he knows you're about to cum again before you start blabbering about it.
"Oh, god—'m gonna, Joel—right there—"
"Here, hm?" He bucks his hips harder, and is rewarded with your moans getting higher. "Fuckin' love findin' your sport, baby. Clenching — so fuckin' tight around me."
"'m gonna cum —"
"Oh, I know baby — clenchin' so fuckin' hard around me. Do it." He grabs your hair again and tells himself to hold it back. "Cum around my cock. Show me how bad — you love — when I give this pussy — what it deserves."
It's a mess of tangled libs and sweat from then on.
You convulse around Joel, your whole body trembling. With thighs still shaking, Joel pulls out and flips you around so he can see your face. He lines up and cups your face with the other hand, "Can I, baby?"
You nod with tears streaming down your face. "Please," it's only a whisper. "Please use me. Wanna—"you push your hips down, and Joel sinks it all the way in, making both of you moan. "Yes. Need your cum, too — need it so much."
Joel was teetering on the edge when he started fingering you and watched pleasure take over you. The minute that thin layer of sweat started covering your curves, he wanted to paint your back in his release. Wanted to bury himself to the hilt inside of you.
So he does.
Joel brackets your face between his forearms, and looks you in the eyes as he fucks into you. Not for the first time, he looks deep into you — switches his gaze between the place where your bodies connect to your face, and it's in your silent plea of his name that Joel loses himself.
He sees you starting to lose it — his sides are carved and marked, painted in red by your clawing and scratching, and he knows you're overstimulated from orgasms so close to each other, so Joel knows it'll be easy to do what he loves.
Make you cry out of pleasure.
When he feels his balls tightening, Joel starts to take longer thrusts to make his pelvis stimulate your clitoris at the same time as his hips meet yours. He lets out a loud moan at the feeling of your walls constricting, and, "'m gonna cum, baby, fuckin' hell—"
"Do it, do it do it, Joel, please—"
"Fuck, beg more. Beg."
The litany of pleas falling from your mouth is drawn out in white noise when Joel cums harder than in a long time, spilling hot and deep inside of you. Filling you up a lot. Fuck—he cums so much that the aftershocks last for minutes; precious time that he spends caressing your hair and enjoying your legs trembling in spasms of sensitivity.
Joel grunts a lot. To pull out it's the hardest — your whine gets him to shush and coo, "Shhhh, 's okay baby, 's okay." He peppers your face in kisses to replace from the sudden emptiness. "'m here."
"Don't leave."
"Won't," he licks under your jaw and gets out from on top of you. Grabs the closest piece of clothing to clean between your thighs and to get rid of most of the mess, then throws it far away for the two of you to deal with in some hours.
When he pulls you to his chest, Joel feels content.
He can feel your heart beating. The steady, strong pulse soothing into something calm.
With both chests touching, Joel recognizes when your breathings harmonize.
He smiles, wondering if you already fell asleep.
You haven't. "You're such a dream, Joel." The words are whispered against his chest, where your lips are. Over the sternum of his collarbone, touching it feather-light. The words make crawl through his skin and as soon as they make contact with his ribcages, they start growing there. A dream.
He understood the feeling. You were a dream. He hugs you tighter, wishing he burns this tender blue-lit moment in his mind to always come back to when he needs comfort. (When you're not around.)
"You're a dream, too, baby."
For a second, he wonders if you heard it. Then, he feels it.
A smile on his skin.
A dream or not, you two are in the same haze. That's all he needs. Let him sleep for good if it's like this — with you. In your arms.
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Everybody shhhhh I'm manifesting an ice storm
#drafts purge#this is especially relevant today because it's fucking FIFTY DEGREES. IN DECEMBER. IN NEW ENGLAND.#mine
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Growing into the Job, Post 387: Another Favor
I am mentally stable. I am mentally stable, calm and cool and collected, any time I want to be. I am strong and ready for change. I am in control of myself and the world around me. Despite all this crappp I am not going to freak out. Shhhhh. The power to be better is in my hands. My emotional strength is matched only by my physical strength and I am haha really really strongggg
I stared into the bathroom mirror of the staff bathroom with the best smile I could manage and what I hoped wasn’t a super-crazy look in my eyes. I could feel the ceramic of the counter top threatening to give way under my finger tips and saw the mirror haha shaking from the authority in my voice as I said my affirmation. I took a long, slow, deep breath. Yes, I was strong. I…me! I was in control.
Okay haha enough of that! I need to talk to Marisela before she leaves. I stepped out of the bathroom with the paper I needed.
Mmm…But actually I am actually really, really proud of myself for not being too upset right now. I mean haha - look at the day I’ve had! The photoshoot stuff was cool this morning (I’m sooo excited to be a TV star haha) but then the lawyers? Ack. They tried to take him away! What the actual F. Are there more of them? Should I look? What would I do if I found them? And then - then! - the girls showed me that security video? The one that showed it was Cici - one of my own girls! - that had trashed his apartment? Ack ack ack!! If I hadn’t been able to center myself with these breathing exercises, these manifestations, I may have haha just she-hulked out right there in the breakroom where they showed it to me. I’m so glad Lakshmi had taken him away to keep him busy, brought him along with her to see some patients. I wouldn’t have wanted him to see my reaction (I didn’t really like that soda machine anyway, I’ll buy us a new one) or know that it was…what was her name?…Cici that did that.
<clack clack clack> My heels echoed loudly through the hallways. I wanted everyone to hear.
Was I angry? I mean, yeah, maybe a little. Both with, uh, Cici and with what happened with those lawyer guys. But I knew what I had to do, had a plan. And hah I didn’t think he’d mind. I liked how it felt, you in my blouse, earlier. Didn’t you? The closer u are the stronger I feel. This’ll let me be really strong.
I could make it happen, I knew it. I turned the corner as I thought of his little head, buttoned up in my top. Nnngh! Haha we could be even more. It might take some time, and he might need a little convincing, but omigod yes. Yes yes. I needed to keep him safe and I figured what better way than to-
Haha shush, Missy. You have to find that girl. Cici, right? Or Cynthia? Why can I not picture her face? Anyway. Let’s take care of these lawyers first. I had an idea, was headed to who I needed to ask for help. I had the paper.
<<clack clack clack>>. Thunder cracks through the halls, really loud. The office was otherwise quiet. There were only a few girls left, mostly cleaning up the rooms, and he was somewhere with them. I bet you hear me. Does it make your heart race? Do you get a little nervous? Good.
Marisela, thankfully, was still at her desk.
“Hey Melissa.”
“Hey sweetie,” I replied, appearing calm. Marisela had her own little corner in the main office where we let her do her work. She’s really smart. I looked over her shoulder. She had one of her graphic-design programs opened up. “Are you working on the-?“
“Yeah,” she replied, swiveling to me in her chair. Aww she was just so pretty. Her straight black hair was done really nice today, probably for our little company photoshoot. “I just started on it.” She opened up a window for me, but then turned back, finished looking at the screen
“Ooo! looks cool. Hey, listen, I'm just about ready to take him home for the night. Would you mind closing up?” Still proud of myself for not acting crazy. But I could only hold it in for so long.
“Of course sure yeah,” she replied, “Lakshmi and Josie and I are going ax-throwing. Wanna come?”
“Fun but no,” I answered, “I have something to do at home.” Him.
Marisela's eyes flittered as she noticed the yellow paper I had in my hand. I’d tried not to crinkle it too much. Her smile crooked as she eyed it.
“Let me guess, you have another favor.”
I giggled, and maybe did sound a little crazy. “I do,” I said, handing the paper out to her. She took it, glanced down at it, noticing the signatures and names and all the legal words. They’d dropped it, left it behind. “These people tried to take him,” I said, my voice changing. I felt it, it got deeper. It might have been my imagination but I think the room dimmed. “I want you to help me. Can you do something about this?”
Marisela brought the paper closer to her face. She sniffed it, drawing in a deep breath. Suddenly her eyes widened, and a dark smile that showed a lot of teeth - two of them getting really sharp - broke her face. Those big brightly pretty eyes flashed. She had fangs.
“You know what I want?” I asked. She had their scent.
“Absolutely...”
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Hey Andy.... sorry this is not a question🤭... Idk if u saw this https://twitter.com/NCTDAOYlNG/status/1710961499299353073?t=UtRxxqmSdeD7riSGalkMkw&s=19 but immediately I saw it I thought about you and 'Praise and Worship' and how you basically manifested this. He looks so sinfully hot plsss🧎♀️Anyways, P&W to me, is one of the best Doyoung fics everrrr. Thank you💚
hi baby don't be sorry shhhhh
damn you're right oh my God maybe I can manifest something else hehe
(this is the photo in the link)
but thank you so much I'm glad you like it. it's still one of my favorites 😭😭
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I'm SO frustrated bc I have a ticket for one of the 1975 concerts in Ireland and i can't go anymore BUT NO ONE IS BUYING MY TICKET like I'm not too upset about not being able to go bc I'm not really a fan i was just going bc all my friends were BUT NOW I AM STRUGGLING pls manifest that I'll find someone who wants my ticket pls
shhhhh. give it to me
#me and my mates are going to dublin in september. is it then. is the concert then anon. anon answer me#ask
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Angsty au idea I'm utterly feral over, but alas isn't fleshed out enough to actually fic. It's LONG, but missing key things, in [], that make it properly fic-able right now:
The situation is dire. Mara and [people] determine Peregrine and Nolan must be sent back in time to the point the Awoken return to Sol with as much information about now as possible, so to act as a consultant for Past Mara in order to buy time to find a way to circumvent [dire thing].
Crow and Perry are a couple and want to do this together, but Crow cannot be sent along due to Uldren being, y'know, alive.
Crow being Crow doesn't like this. He and Glint and Nolan conspire: Glint gives Nolan and Perry a USB-esque copy of himself to give to Past Glint(if he's willing to accept it ofc), and with the help of Glint, Nolan, and (begrudgingly) Mara, Crow converts himself (his soul and whatnot) to pure light in the form of a feather necklace.
When it's time to go, Mara passes this necklace to Peregrine alongside a token of some sort that would prove to Past Mara the veracity of all she's claiming. The plan is simple (ish): advise Past Mara until a plan can be formed or until the day Peregrine is meant to be first rezzed by Nolan, whichever is sooner. Should a method be found to return Perry to her timeline with a solution, it is to be taken, but in the event one is not, Perry and Nolan must entrust the future to their advisees and then completely remove themselves (toss into the sun maybe?) on the day she's originally meant to rez, so as to avoid a paradox. She is never to cross paths with other guardians and if she does, never reveal she is one, nor her voice, nor her face.
When Peregrine meets with Past Mara, she adds a stipulation, because she knows she CAN, that Uldren must be present for or kept informed of anything and everything Perry shares with Past Mara. She has no desire to replay the events of her timeline, even though she knows it will cost her Crow (she doesn't know her necklace IS Crow). It is her hope that if he is included he can make better choices and the shit relationship he and Mara have might be marginally less shit.
Uldren probably thinks this is insulting and weird but welcomes it because he and Mara really don't have a choice. His and Perry's relationship is very cold and mutually mocking for a while because she is a Guardian, and she's being very cagey about this "Crow" she's told them about. She does not mention her and Crow's romantic relationship, and does her best not to lapse into affection for the identical looking man.
Time passes. Years and years pass. Perry advises Mara as Mara plots. Perry works with Uldren's crows when she's not doing anything else, because she's strong and so might as well. They are professional bordering on friendly.
Eventually they find Glint, and after some discussion between Glint, Nolan, and Perry, Glint accepts the additional self-data from his future self, understanding that it's become very unlikely he will meet his Crow anytime soon. This is functionally the next best thing, and he acts as an advisor to Uldren more or less against Uldren's will.
Once, when Perry's downed in a firefight with Uldren present, he learns a truth Perry doesn't know. As Nolan works to rez her, the necklace she wears conjures up a man made of light who defends the duo. Noticing Uldren noticing him, light-Crow makes a very stern shhhhh gesture before dissipating.
The truth is, Crow is semi-conscious throughout this whole adventure, his light being maintained and topped up by Perry's. He's essentially in a low-power mode unless he thinks there's a reason to manifest, and he can only do so for a short time every so often.
So Glint, in his habitual over sharing fashion, now he has his future memories, lets the cat out of the bag about Crow wanting to be by Perry's side, and that he and she love each other dearly. This unsettles Uldren, who is involved with Jolyon, and he's torn between poking her about it to be mean/ascertain her intentions and keeping it hush hush. Anytime the subject of Crow is broached in vague terms, she deflects, so he would need to be direct to get anything out of her.
Crow, for his part, doesn't want Perry to know because she'd be very cross at the lengths he went to to join her, especially knowing the plan potentially could lead to her death(and thus his as well if she's wearing the necklace at the time). He's an 'apologise rather than ask permission' kinda guy.
Uldren keeps his peace for another hundred or so years, all the while mulling over a plot of his own. He also eventually names Perry as a crow, with the moniker 'the Itinerant'. She's not fond of the idea he just named himself her boss.
Eventually, Mara finds the solution Perry's needed. But no way home. As the date of Perry's planned death approaches, she makes her peace with the idea that they'll take it from here, and makes them swear to tell her newly rezzed self nothing of any of this, so she can live her own life.
Uldren, however has been working on the way home for years in secret, and reveals it with much pomp and circumstance partially to tease her (they're kinda friends?). Glint makes yet another USB-esque copy for his other self, and decides to stick with Uldren until Uldren gets careless and croaks(they're both chill about this, they've had a long time to work it out). As Perry gets ready to leave, Uldren tattles on Crow to Perry's total shock, and then wishes them a 'good luck' to mirror the one in D1.
When she gets back, Mara and Glint use Crow's feather to 'rez' him, after which point Perry hugs him very tightly while also saying how furious she is😂
Glint gets his alt-self's memories and so is on the same page as everyone else, and Perry and Nolan give Mara the solution her alt-self found, and they all fight [Dire Thing].
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HI rhaast ^_^ throws these numbers at you 9, 25, 30, AND 56 :]
9. Fave fight?
KC AND METALLICA MY BEST FRIENDDDDDD listen its gross but thats one of the things I love about it. like the bullshittery and the thought process from each fighter AND MY FRIEND KCCC WOOOOO its so good I rewatch it so fucking often [and then cry at ep28 to humble myself] Another one of my fav fights is Bites The Dusts and Made In Heaven because these two terrify me sooo much like THE HORRORS. BTD with how I was constantly worried shaking and crying over who was gonna die [and listen. you didn't hear it from me but when I thought rohan was gonna die I was CRYINGGGGG like tears down my face it was kind of gross] and MIH is just auauhghghghgh the HORRRORSSSSSSSS like what the fuck.... it did everything it had to do RIGHT but it hurt so fucking much and that damn ending. makes me want to explode anyways teehe "you daughter is your weakness" Dies
25. Stand ability you think wasn’t used well enough in the series?
Sorry for focusing so much on diu and va I'm just silly BUT. Love Deluxe, Purpy haze and Spice girl. first off ik this is more of just the character instead of stand but shhhhh Yukako could've bodied fucking everyone in that damn cast she'd get kira in one hit as she should! PURPY HAZEEE this is obvious but Please pelsepolease I need to see him again I'm so devastated WITH THAT COOL ASS THEME TOO..... BRUH... anwyays Spice Girl my best friend he could've also done it all but noooo. Whatevers.
30. Rank your order: Jojo main villains
ok im exceptionally bad at ranking things BUT I have two lists, villains I Like and how much they scare me. In terms of who I like
Diavolo [toxic slutch privileges]
Dio [sorry hes just such a bad bitch]
Kars [she's my best friend, not really a villain but deserves to be on here]
Pucci [Many thoughts but I trust my friends like Quintus to do him justice, pucci is funny though but please go to therapy instead of projecting]
The bitch who shall not be named
I JUSTS RELAIZESXD IO FORGOT KIRA. I PROMISE ITS NOT ON PURPOSE I WAS JUST LIKE HMMM WHO AM I MISSING FROM HERE BUT PKFSDFKJHGSDFLKGJSFGJKHSFG IM SORRY I DONT SEE HIM AS A CHARCATER HES LIKE. AN ENTITY BUT NOT IN A FUNNY KARS WAY HE ONLY SCARES ME I DONT CARE ABT HIS CHARACTER anyways these r the ones that scare me [With Kira]
Kira [i think hes the best jojo villain in terms of playing his role and bringing that awful unsettling feeling that shit is WRONG]
I'm gonna be honest everyone else is under here in near the same level because I'm only really scared by kira. pucci isn't scary for me bc i was raised around Catholics, whats he gonna do? preach to me? kars is my friend and everyone else id have no way of meeting bc I'm in Mexico yall stay safe though 🙏
56. Any headcanons?
LITERALLY SOOOOOO MANYYYYYYY im only gonna mention some that im obsessed with rn bc its so much dude I have a google docs just for the main p5 cast and its like. 4 pages long
anywaysssss
Akira and Yukako are siblings its true to me it happened and its real like they're SOOO SIBLINGS. they are going to the powerlines and throwing bricks at it and causing electrical damages I could talk about them for hours
I RLLY LIKE THE ONE where the reason Jolyne can turn her midriff into a Mobius strip for the strings is that Jotaro was so traumatized from seeing Kakyoin having a hole in his stomach he passed that trauma onto her and it was a form of protection so she'd never have to go through that again. there's this one post from a couple years ago that says this beautifully but i don't think i can find it
anyways. funny one next: Tiziano almost exclusively uses toxic paints because "theyre the best quality" best friend that's mercury you're snorting
Fugo cut those holes as a way to 'stay clean' from self harm and as a reminder that he's not touched. victim to victim communication
ALSO i rlly like that idea that stands will manifest if the user is experiencing strong emotions [ex Giorno gets super excited and starts growing flowers around]
another stand based one is that when you get your stand they change something physical abt you [like Yukako's hair got wayyy long and thicker bc of Love Deluxe, Diavolo's eyes turned into that shattered green bc of King Crimson, shit like that]
Abbacchio had one hell of a gender adventure. the 'well I'm fascinated by femininity but I'm not a girl' to 'well i like being called a girl but by strangers by presumption' to 'Wait.'
I was talking abt this to Raph earlier but Reimi likes to scare ppl in the alley like that scene in Beetlejuice with the fucked up faces
She tried it on Yukako and she was like. Holy shit can you do that again?
This is bc Yukako is a horror fan through and through. her gay awakening and first movie crush was the girl from the ring SOBS
Also I see Yukako as a lesbian because her arc literally reminds me so much of comphet and the fucking lengths I've gone to be like 'wellll i Have to like men'
This is stolen from a rlly good fic but Akira was struck by lightning as a kid
Fugo is a fucking HATER. this is just canon but whatevs
I think its be fun for Mista to experiment with the Genderisms through drag
Trish and her punk album can be something so personal
Ok tahts rlly long but im always willing to give hcs on fucking. Anything bc my brain is so fat and juicy with intelligence 24/7 its so hard ANYWAYS THIS WAS FUN
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Shhhhh I'm manifesting stuff till I sleep.
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Ah yes, Forbidden Door. The PPV in which Claudio/Cesaro will finally make his AEW debut.
...shhhhh I'm manifesting
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I love the eleceed friend group with my whole heart it's not even funny
#Shhhhh I'm manifesting#Random confessions: I didnt like subin when she was introduced#I love her now tho obvi#Anyway GO READ ELECEED GO READ IT NOW#Eleceed
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I'm hoping for something too but I feel like most things try to avoid posting real news on April Fools day. Crossing my fingers though.
That's very true. It's also getting pretty late in the day to post anything, but I believe that season two's date announcement was posted at like 7pm, so there's still hope.
Listen, if we collectively manifest every Friday, eventually we're gonna get something. Will I have done anything that contributed to them releasing PR? No. But will I feel like I have? Absolutely.
#stargirl speculation#ask cam#If they do end up posting something today and it's for April Fool's Day then move over Cameron Mahkent bc I'm about to be CW's Cam frenemy#that made more sense in my head but shhhhh just keep manifesting and it'll all be ok
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How are you doing in lead up to Thursday? Are you theorizing? Disassociating? Consuming rabid amounts of fic? I feel like I saw somewhere (?) that you’re currently on holidays, hope it’s 10/10 🤗
disassociation ftw!!!!!!! my go-to coping mechanism tbh!!!!!!!!!
i was on vacation (it was 10/10, ty 💖) and between that, coming back/settling back in, and now this life thing that's consuming my attention, i have not actually really had a chance to process that thursday is both tomorrow the end and i'm sure it'll be super fun when that hits me like a sack of bricks to the face whenever that happens, hahahaha.
how're you doing? what's your coping mechanism of choice?
#i'm just over here picking at the pacific rim au like maybe if i ignore it we'll get an s5 and shhhhh no netflix didn't give that $$#to manifest shut up#soz am in a bit of a weird place rn#god i can't believe tomorrow is it#i mean im not going anywhere but it for new content#😭😭😭😭😭#i'm also trying to like#aggressively not think about the episodes themselves#bc thinking about them leads to speculating and speculating leads to wishing for certain things and wishing leads to expectations#and that way lies madness#mostly i just hope the ending is satisfyingly (dare i say inspiringly) open-ended#ty for checking in 😘#gg related#shut up meg
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fjord’s oath fjord’s oath fjord’s oath fjord’s oath fjord’s oath fjord’s oath
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HTF SPLENDID AND SPLENDONT HEADCANONS EVERYONE!
@tyrainthegoat @teabinks
I promised kisses and I gave kisses
BUT ALSO ANSWERS SO HERE WE GOH
KEEP IN MIND
I have "can'tactuallytakeadecisionormaintaincontuinityoranythingelse" issues MEANING these designs may change and reasons why a certain design element are the way they are may change,So basically enjoy these before I go "NNO" and change everything for the better or the worse (I'm sorry im like this)
ANYWAY HERE WE GO
Splendid and Splendont are both flying squirrel wich there are different species of,I decided to inspire the design from photos of the Southern flying squirrel,these on their sides have black stripes.
The black stripes in my Splendid and Splendont's design are a part of their fur that manifests their power,like their "wings"
Their "wings" are light that comes from their body,that manifests and materialises and becomes solid (kinda)
I made this lil correlation of the different sizes their wing can take or a progression of their wings full opening
(I don't know wich of the 2 choices yet)
Meanwhile their cheecks light up whenever they use one of their powers,such as laser eyes,ice breath and such,or when they are feeling a strong emotion
Something that I changed from the comic,in it Splendid stripes light all up but in reality it should have been only their cheecks,but the concept wasn't really planned out in that moment (and it still isn't hehe)
This light is actually "Moon" light, in the night they stay out as much as possible to Bath in the moon light, it "recharges" them and makes them strong again,I inspired this from the fact that flying squirrels are nocturnal and from that one holiday episode where we see Splendid flying and eating a cookie just chilling (I know the creators probably weren't implying he was just hanging out at night but was just probably going home,but...shhhhh)
From this idea I expanded making up my own lil story about how splendid and Splendont where created involing a GIANT FLYING MOON SQUIRREL but this post is already getting too long and it is still in work in progress...but I mean if anyone wanna ear it before i make the post I would really enjoy talking about it!
And yeh...BUT DONT LEAVE YET I HAVE MORE, FOCUSING ON THE TAIL
Looking at their Ka-pow episode design, i noticed the 3 white stripes that are on the end of their tails,I wanted to expand the idea by making it also a super power,
What I mean is,when relaxed their tail are just furry cuddly tails but when they activate their power some strands of their tail glows acting up and becoming solid or poofier,and just not normal tail actions
Splendid tails can becomes a shield,the outside is solid ,but from his side is poofy cushioning any hit
It can also catch you in case of fall!! Or be a real comfy chair!Splendid keeps their tail well brushed so that it can poof with no knots stopping it
Splendont on the other hand,their tail can become a giant sword,that can cut trough rock if they have enough energy for it.
And they sure can catch you,but once the tail as you close enough each strand grabs you,blocking you, never letting you go.
Splendont sharpens their tail with a giant Grinding stone machine they made themselves, the version you see in the sketch all tough is different since it has a special liquid inside made from a certain green stone,I can tell more but post is already long sooooo..*rubs fingaroos togheter in a lil shy way*
I will expand more on this concepts but for now I can had this lil idea:
Splendont prefers to be called Scorpion instead of their name because it reminds them too much of splendid,and everything that they aren't: "Splendid" (in their own vision of them selves)
I really hope ya liked these headcannons and concepts anyone that sees!!
thanks so much for showing interest in my comic you 2!!
#htf#happy tree friends#htf splendid#htf splendont#htf headcanons#htf art#htf fanart#long post#my art#thank ya so much again!
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