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The most Jotaro has talked at their first meeting and it’s to debunk Giorno’s use of a jellyfish to drink piss.

Finally! Jotaro calling out on Giorno’s bullshit

A few stray pixels here and there in the animation, but iiii’m just gonna call this a finished version anyway haha. I may do this for other worlds as well!

The Last Hope

Chapter 1, based on the WOY Captive AU by @weevmo

Wander kept quiet in the room, leaning against the door to listen to what was occurring on the other side. Metallic pongs echoed in the halls and he was curious as to whether or not if that was a robot or her. Usually it was her; the robots floated and he was well aware of that by now, but he could only hope sometimes. In a frantic panic he reached over for the red ribbon she had given him not to long ago and retied it to his head. He had taken it off because it was humiliating; it felt like a collar. Like he was some sort of pet to her and she was dolling him up similar to how you might but a bow on a kitten. But, he still wore it without complaint; it made Dominator happy didn’t it? So, it couldn’t be that bad. That was why he was here; to make Lord Dominator happy, to become her friend and show her there were other ways to find happiness than destroying the universe.He just couldn’t grasp the concept that she was a homicidal maniac, it didn’t make sense to Wander, he couldn’t understand how some people could actually be that evil.

It had been at least a month since he had been trapped on Dominator’s fleet after accidentally being abandoned by his best friend Sylvia after attempting to befriend the planetary destroyer. Just about every time he decided  that Dominator didn’t want to be friends and that he should give up, he found a new light and kept trying. His optimism was the only thing that kept him going. He wondered where Sylvia was sometimes. Had she given up on him? He thought, no, she probably wouldn’t, but then again he could always be wrong. He thought so highly of Sylvia that it didn’t surprise him that she could move on and have a better life without him. Maybe she went back and rejoined Rider? Those two seemed like a good team. Wander had believed that Sylvia probably wanted a partner like Rider for a long time, someone who gave her more action and less hassle, not like Wander.

The door opened and low and behold his captor stood on the other side, holding a mug of coffee in her hands. He never took her for a coffee person but then again he also didn’t think she was a lady or a destroyer of worlds so he had been proved wrong before. She smirked when she saw his panicked state, hands clutching the ribbon ties, trying to secure it on his head.

“Hey buddy did’ja miss me?” She asked with that grin of her that warned him not to say the wrong thing. Before he even could answer she did for him, “Of course you did! Not like the bots were keeping you company.” She laughed at her own joke. Wander would have to disagree; the bots were great company, he had been attempting to befriend all of them while he was here. Unfortunately not all of them were as easy as Beep Boop, and definitely not as talkative as watchdogs. He wondered if Dominator ever got lonely on her fleet with only the bots to keep her company. Maybe that’s why she kept Wander around? He thought to himself that maybe when he turned Dominator to the good side she and Hater might make a good couple? They had so much in common, like how they both liked skulls and lightning bolts, conquered planets, and for the fact that he knew Hater fancied ladies, at least from what he had seen of Hater’s dating habits he assumed so. He thought he was doing this for Hater and Dominator’s sake but deep down he knew it was kind of selfish. He didn’t even consider Dominator’s feelings, he’d just assumed it would work and he’d do anything to make them convert and be happy.

Wander stared up at her with masked fear under his friendly charade, “H-how was um… work?” He wasn’t sure what to call it, what she did wasn’t really a line of work per say but he wasn’t about to ask How was conquering the galaxy?

“Ugh, killer!” She groaned dramatically, taking another sip of her coffee, “Dropped a space in the leaderboards.”

Poor you Wander thought sarcastically, forcing himself to smile, “Well, maybe it’s a sign! Perhaps the whole conquering business just really ain’t your thing! I know tons of other hobbies you could get into though like, golf, or coin collecting, or-oooh! Hunting! I know you like shooting things!” He tried this all the time, every chance he got, but it was pointless, he might as well be speaking to a brick wall. Lord Dominator found it adorable though, how much effort he put into believing in her, because the concept was strange that anyone would genuinely care about her; maybe because no one had before? She was so used to being treated like an object or a goddess that she had thought that was how it was supposed to be; she started treating others like objects too, using them for amusement, and destroying planets, people, and things because she had lost the ability to see value in anything. No one had ever seen value in her.

The freckled villainess chuckled and lava shot from her hand and enwrapped the small orange wanderer, lifting him up to her height at which he stared at her with wide terrified eyes. He let out a deep breath of air as it was squeezed out of him and he felt like his insides were being crushed under the pressure.

“What’s that thing you always say? Oh yeah, Never give up. Isn’t that right? So I think I’ll keep trying this mm?” She grinned maniacally and stared at him like he was prey. Wander gasped for breath but the more he tried the tighter the magma got so eventually he went limp and looked up at Dominator pleading for mercy, which was exactly what she was looking for. She smiled with satisfaction and released him. He fell to the floor and gasped for breath. Once he could finally breathe again he curled up as if in an attempt to protect himself, whimpering  quietly and trying to ignore Dominator’s presence. She chuckled and grabbed him by the scruff, or at least that’s what she thought of it as. The area around his neck and chest had the same fundamental of a feline’s anatomy; he was like a weird space cat in many ways. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you who I saw today!” She mentioned with her regular enthusiasm as she dragged him out of the room into the halls and walking down them towards her control room. “You’re little friend- oh what’s her name… Sylvia!” She looked down at him to catch his reaction and saw his face light up with hope. “Sylvia?! Here?! What’d she say? Did you tell her hi for me? Does she know I’m here?-” He was silenced as Dominator interrupted, “Hey-I’m talking!… She was just wandering by, seems to be really happy without you~” She was attempted to see if she could make the little alien cry. “That’s great!” Contrary to what Dominator had thought that was exactly what Wander had wanted to hear; he was helping Dominator and it wasn’t hurting Sylvia in the slightest. That was great news! Dominator lost her smile and raised a brow, “And she said she doesn’t miss you.” Wander sighed “That’s a relief.” Dominator twitched; why was he so hard to break. “And… uh…. Then her bubble popped and she suffocated and died!” Now Wander lost his smile and stared at her in disbelief as if he had heard wrong. “Wh-…what?” Dominator could barely contain herself, “Yeah, it was really tragic too, seemed like a really long and painful death.” Wander took a moment to process this. There was no way… Sylvia couldn’t be dead! His best friend, protector, and partner, was dead? He started crying quietly and moderately at first, then it progressed into sobbing. Dominator widened her eyes, he really cared a lot about this zabornak huh?

“I tried to save her, but she just couldn’t make it to the ship in time. The worst part is that she wouldn’t have even come here if it hadn’t been to ask about you. Why, if you hadn’t been here, maybe she would still be alive! So I guess it’s your fault.” Wander buried his face in his hat in an attempt to muffle the sobbing. He could die right now and he wouldn’t care. Dominator suddenly couldn’t take it anymore and burst out laughing, lifting him up and pulling the hat away, “Aw, lighten up dork I’m just joshing- oh boy you should see your face! Priceless!” Wander blinked in disbelief; that was cruel, really cruel. He was actually genuinely mad. He almost called her out on her unnecessary rudeness but controlled himself, remembering that Dominator had a different way of expressing herself; maybe hurting Wander was how she showed her friendship? Not even he could believe that, but he made himself, because there had to be good in Dominator, no matter how bleak things seemed. “Ha…ha… you sure got me…” He mustered up a weak smile and wiped the tears from his face. Dominator’s laughter died down and was replaced by a simple smile, Wander was awfully cute, especially when he was crying, and not to mention vulnerable, it made her feel powerful to hurt him, and to know no matter how awfully she treated him he would still remain hopeful in her.

“C’mon, my shows about to be on and I don’t want to miss this week’s episode.” She dragged him along with her down the halls, past a few wandering bots whom Wander waved at, and a few waved back which awarded them a glare from Dominator. They came to a room with a large TV and an armchair. Dominator plopped Wander down on the floor next to the chair and she sprawled herself out across it, grabbing the remote and flipping to the channel with “her show” on it. It was pretty boring to Wander, some action/horror flick that he didn’t care enough about to really tune into, he only stayed in the room because it was bringing Dominator comfort in some form. Suddenly he felt something on the top of his head, ruffling up his hair a little which he soon recognized was her hand. She was petting him, which despite Wander’s pride he couldn’t help but give a positive reaction to it; he honestly did like being pet, but he’d never admit it seeing as he wanted to be Dominator’s friend, not her cat. The petting suddenly being pulling as she grabbed his hair and yanked him up onto the chair next to. He whined and looked at her questioningly but she stared blankly forward at the television and resumed petting him like a kitten. He reluctantly leaned against the arm of the chair and watched the show till his eyes shut and he dozed off. He dreamed of a day that Dominator would change. He would change her, he had to change her. There was no way anyone could be completely evil all the way through. There were positives to her! She could’ve killed him earlier in her magma grasp, but she didn’t. She could’ve let him go on believing that Sylvia was dead, but she didn’t. There was good in her, he knew it! He just had to stay hopeful.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH YOU ALL HAVE TO READ THIS!!

I MEAN there’s even the red ribbon tied around his head and everything!! And it’s kind of cute but just horrible enough for me to love it XD IT’S JUST FLARPIN’ FANTASTIC!

maka albarn and edward elric are the same 

They’re also both small, angry, love their friends, hate their dads, and are basically genius child prodigies. 

This is official art. They’re friends.

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