I haven't seen much people talk about the wheel of fortune fight for Jonaplat yet and I'm just like????
There's just so much brainrot and angst potential in this because Jonaplat's already obvious pyrophobia and this project's into jotaro's feeling aswell. And even with Jotaro still escaping using his cloak trick but that still gotta hurt with fire being burned inside of you
like...that's gotta hurt....
and this might get jotaro himself atleast a little pyrophobia....
HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEH YESSSSSSSSSSSSS
yesyesyesyesY E S
just. The whole time it happens Jonathan is loosing his fucking mind because neither of them had time to prepare. Things were fine and then they weren't and before they could blink the both of them were covered in a raging inferno that blazed and burned their skin without mercy. Burrowing underground was less of a thought out plan and more terrified desperation to escape from the heat any way they could
this is also going to add even more horror and fear on Joseph's end witnessing this happen, since right now he'd be the only person who knows just how scared Jotaro is of fire. Kakyoin, Polnareff and maybe Anne might've been able to pick up on how he seemed to have some kind of aversion to it, but only Joseph knows what happened in that jail cell. Only Joseph knows how Star Platinum had lashed out, eyes wide and unseeing and terrified, how Jotaro was on the verge of a panic attack, how since then his grandson had always kept a close eye on Avdol and Magician's Red and its flames when it was present
he knows how much fire scares Jotaro and he has to watch him nearly die by one of the things that scares him most
he definitely hovers around Jotaro for the next couple days, which Jotaro hates but is too shaken up (not that he'll admit it) to fully reject it. Jonathan is also on a hair trigger in the following days and will jump out for "protection" if so much as an unlit lighter or candle gets too close
Jonathan also takes REALLY good care of Jotaro's burns. Like, almost religiously. He knows some things that Erina taught him and he uses that knowledge combined with some modern stuff to make sure none of the burns get infected and stuff. This behavior honestly adds more to the "What The Fuck Is Up With My Stand" list in Jotaro's head, but there's no way in HELL he'd let anybody else treat these specific injuries so he lets it go
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like swords to the pit of my belly
ffxivwrite2023 #05: barbarous
savagely cruel; exceedingly brutal.
Lunya & Themis. Pirate AU. 909wc.
Content warnings: violence
⮞ More than friends but less than lovers to enemies.
Lunya woke to the swaying of a lantern and the creaking of wood and a pair of flaxen Miqo'te ears pricking up into her bleary view.
"Don't move, you'll tear your stitches," a woman's voice commanded, hands much larger than her own pressing her heavy shoulders down into what must have once been a plush bed before it was dredged in seawater. She was somewhat familiar. "You were rescued off the coast of Vylbrand half-drowned and losing blood seven bells past. This is the Invicta—you are safe until you recover, Lunya of the Convocation."
Oh, great. It figures that the ones to find her were her crew, no, her old crew's mortal enemies. Why did they even bother? What was she to the Invicta now that she'd been thrown out so unceremoniously? What was she without her crew? Without—without—
A bead of saltwater rolled down Lunya's cheek. She didn't think this woman nor anyone, really, would be convinced it was just leftover brine from when she was pulled from the sea, but she couldn't help herself.
Eight bells past she'd been arguing as she trailed behind her captain through the lowest level of their ship, past rows of holding cells and the people, the children, withering away within. They docked in Candlekeep Quay under the pretense of restocking on food before heading back out again in search for the Mothercrystal, but never in her wildest nightmares did she imagine coming back to the Convocation and finding a whole village worth of prisoners below deck.
"This isn't right," she insisted. A hostage or two was normal. She could understand that, but on this scale it could only be trafficking. A pirate she was and with questionable morals to match, sure, but this—her captain knew this was crossing the line for her. He knew, so why—?
"Times change, Lunya," Themis said, not looking back at her as he strode ahead, his destination up on the ship's deck. Wasn't it just yesterday he used to match his strides to her own, ever in time and sync with her? Was that a week ago or moons? This wasn't like him at all; the longer she looked at him the less she recognized the boy who held out his hand and promised her they would keep their eyes on the horizon together and never look back. "The Empire moves swiftly—for the sake of everything we've worked for, we must exhaust all avenues. We don't have even a fraction of their coin, but in the New World—"
"Themis," Lunya pleaded again, grabbing at the side of his palm, yanking his arm back towards her as they drew to the top of the steps and stepped out onto the deck, coating his back in moonglow and starshine. "This isn't what you promised me."
But Themis only drew his arm out of her grasp. "Enough," he said, no trace of her dearest friend anywhere but in his physical appearance. "This is my order as Captain Eldibus of the Convocation. We set sail for Tural at daybreak."
"Venat was right," she realized, horrified by just how late she was, how she willingly blinded herself. "You've gone too far, Themis."
"If you would not stand with me, I cannot allow you to stand at all, my friend," Themis sighed, and before Lunya could blink he drew his sword and stabbed her through the belly. Lunya gagged as blood gushed to her mouth, reaching for her axe but unable to move at all. "Letting Venat leave was a mistake. I would not lose you too."
But you have, she thought wildly, shaking hands reaching for the blade in her stomach. You have, and I lost you too. Perhaps even further back than I realized. What happened to you, Themis?
He ripped his sword back out of her, ichor splattering on the deck and pooling in rivulets between the boards. The motion had her stumbling back, friction lost with the blood beneath her boots and Themis stepping towards her, eyes flashing violet and expression unreadable as he raised his sword above her head.
Lunya hit the railing. Or she would have if she were taller.
Keep your eyes on me and only me, she teased him once. Perhaps it really was moons and moons ago when they last laughed together. I won't forgive you if you look away.
Those eyes, clearer than the endless sky over the sea's horizon, watched her as she fell. There was a time when she felt safe in their sight, when if there was a single sea she could willingly drown in it was his. Now there was nothing but apathy there. No recognition. No shine. Just as their line of sight was cut, he turned away.
(Violet. Themis would never turn his back on her. Not as he once was. But in thrall to another..?)
Without the strength to even scream, Lunya clenched her eyes shut before her back hit the waves.
"You should have let me drown," she told the woman, maybe minutes or a bell or more later. In the rocking of the waves the wood around them groaned and the lantern squeaked as it swayed overhead. The Invicta was impossibly familiar and foreign all at once. She didn't belong here or anywhere.
"Don't be ridiculous," her healer huffed, jabbing her cheek with a wet cloth. "If you really wanted to die we wouldn't have been able to bring you aboard, merfolks' daughter."
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TrainTober2022 #11: Jinx
Story Blurb & Credits Below Cut
When Duke returned to the Top Station, he found Stanley loafing outside of the sheds.
"What's this I hear about you rough-riding down the Mountain Road?" the old engine spluttered.
"Look Gramps," Stanley drawled, "the train arrived, didn't it? I'm afraid I can't see what all the fuss is about."
"The fuss is that we can't afford to damage our reputation. Everywhere you go, trouble's not far behind. People are getting anxious."
Stanley eyed Duke, the embers in his cigar flickering brightly.
"What people?"
"What people? The people on our line, for starters. Manager's already got his hands full at the Bridge Station - he doesn't need you damaging goods on top of that."
"Look Gramps, I don't even know what you're talking about, but I assure you it was not my fault." Duke glared at the American Engine, frustration simmering in her eyes. He took a deep breath, and sighed.
"Fine. But I want no more mischief. You roll so much as a sleeper out of line, you'll never hear the end of it."
Stanley smirked, and wheeshed a puff of smoke at Duke as he puffed off. Duke huffed under his breath, muttering something about 'damn Yankees'.
"He'll come around, Dukey." coughed a weary voice. The Duke looked up, and spotted a familiar, worn face peeking out from behind the shed.
"He's jinxed." Duke sighed. "You know it, and so do I."
"It's unfortunate," the generator said, "but nothing new."
"Cheaply made, cheaply built, and if he doesn't get check himself, he'll be cheaply scrapped before long."
"Which is why you ought to hold out for him, Dukey. Fresh metal like him, straight out of War Service, he don't know scrap about civilian life. He needs someone to be there for him, not push him away."
"And of course it's left to me to do that. Not Bertram or Frederick or-"
"Hey, do you know who you are? For Pete's sake, you're The Duke for crying out loud! You're The Engine for the job. If anyone can show him the ropes to make it around here, it's you."
"Even after all my own failings? Even after I failed you?"
Smudger coughed out a chuckle. "You can take him, Dukey. Wouldn't be saying it if I didn't believe in it."
Original Sprites by Princess-Muffins, Cj-The-Creator, StarPrince52, RedEngineStudioNo5 & DemonOfNowhere.
Any & All Edits made by Myself, LeatherBootlace.
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The Wheel of Fortune
The adjacent fic to The Lovers is finally here! Please enjoy the first chapter of The Wheel of Fortune!
"The wheel is always turning and life is in a state of constant change. All will shift and things may return to ‘normal’ soon. There is guidance from both the physical and spiritual realms present for support during this critical turning point in life. Opportunities never imagined are suddenly available, and there is the chance to make a significant change in life. While it may be unexpected and unfamiliar, see this as an invitation to turn things around and take an entirely new direction in life. The more one tunes in to intuition and allows the Universe to guide them, the better the outcomes will be."
While John progresses on his journey to becoming a new pillar in the Order of the Second Death, there are a number of other people whose fates are intertwined with his. As he descends into darkness, their connections shall come to light, as they each play a key supporting role in his story.
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