bob: part 7

anonymous asked:

You know what this blog needs? Some Johnny Joestar or Gyro Zeppeli! I'll let you pick which one, but I'm dying for some extreme fluff!

I’ll do some Johnny fluff, I’ve got another ask in the inbox asking for some Gyro. Johnny’s really cute, his Coral Blue #5 lipstick is also nice. Sorry if these are short or out of character, I’m not really used to writing for Johnny yet. It’s been absolutely ages since I’ve posted anything, sorry guys-

Johnny Joestar Fluff Headcanons

  • Johnny’s really pissed that he’s paraplegic, so he misses out on some romantic activities. One nice thing he can do with his lover is to take them on horseback rides wherever they want to go. He really enjoys taking his lover out for a day in the countryside, with them riding peacefully and enjoying nature.
  • He won’t mind it if his lover likes to sit in his lap, he might find them a bit heavy but he’ll be okay with it. He’d like to cuddle with them and hold them. If they’re tired, he’ll let them rest his head on his lap. He’d be a bit annoyed since he can’t really do anything with them in his lap, but he’d admire them and maybe even watch them sleep a bit. He enjoys physical contact and intimacy.
  • Johnny would dislike his lover pushing him around in his wheelchair or babying him in any way. He knows that he’s disabled and he doesn’t need to be treated like he’s helpless. He can do most things perfectly fine, he’d feel a bit humiliated and his pride would be hurt a little if they insisted on helping him do some things. He’d appreciate it if they help carry him to a sofa or something to cuddle or help him get something from a high place though.

sooOO me n m’pals at HVAG decided that it would be a GREAT idea ta make a shitty ass jojo meme so Enjoy our shitty ass art

in order: @galaxythenightwing, me, @theyadda, @fioran-conspirator,aaand @ugin-the-spirit-dragon

The Snowball part 7

I am late with an update again, sorry! I’m trying, I promise xx

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Tamlin was ever so apologetic about the table incident, which was never mentioned again, although new presents would arrive daily. One morning it would be paints, the next a pretty dress, new shoes, a painting. Whatever Tamlin thought would win back Feyre’s affection. Christmas passed with even more expensive gifts heaped upon Feyre, but the gifts that had meant the most to her had been on Christmas Eve after finishing her shift at Mor’s.

Mor had invited her friends around to close the shop early and have what she called a ‘family’ dinner. Feyre sat in between Amren and Mor, and opposite Rhys. She had managed to make Amren laugh which Feyre considered a great feat, and teamed up with Cassian to tease Rhys for most of the night. Rhys pretended to be offended, but Feyre could tell he was secretly pleased that she was getting along with his friends.

After dinner they had brought out presents which surprised Feyre, as she had not gotten anyone a gift, besides Mor for employing her. Feyre had painted for her the dark interior of the shop with snow falling softly outside the window as people crowded to get in. Mor had hugged Feyre and proudly hung up the painting on the wall behind the counter.

To Feyre’s horror, the gang had all gotten her a present each.

“But I don’t have anything for you.” She said sadly.

“We didn’t expect it of you, but we wanted to show you that you’re one of us now.” Cassian smirked, while pushing his box closer so she would open it first.

A bit timidly, Feyre unwrapped a pair of boxing gloves. She held them up quizzically.

“But I don’t know how to box.”

“That’s why I’m going to teach you.” Cassian beamed.

“Cass is a personal trainer, one of the best really.” Mor offered.

Feyre cast a suspicious look at Rhys who had his head down studiously staring into his coffee that Feyre had made for him. She couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t entirely bought her stories about the bruise on her leg, the stories she came up with for the new ones on her arms.

Next Feyre unwrapped a beautiful necklace from Amren. It was a silver chain with dozens of small diamonds suspended from it, twinkling like tiny stars as they caught the light. Somehow, the necklace meant more to her than all the expensive jewellery that Tamlin had bought for her. Then Feyre felt bad for not appreciating his thoughtful gifts as much as the people Feyre had barely known for a few months.

“Do you not like it Feyre? I knew I should have gone for the blood red rubies.”

“No! It’s not that at all. Actually would you help me put it on now?” Feyre rushed to reassure her.

Amren slid the cool chain around Feyre’s exposed neck. The necklace hung just above the neckline of her black dress, with some of the lower diamonds drawing attention to how low cut her dress was. When Feyre looked up from admiring it, she found Rhys staring intensely at her.

Azriel coughed pointedly, while side eyeing Rhys with amusement, before handing Feyre a small package. Feyre opened it, trying to shake off the feeling of Rhys’s gaze on her, to discover a small book. 'The Little Prince’. Feyre ran her hands over the cover in wonder.

“Rhys told me how well you’re doing with your reading now, so I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to give you your first book.” Azriel said, looking like he wanted nothing more than to disappear into the dark shadows of the shop.

“Thank you. I love it! I’ll go home and read it tonight.” Feyre promised.

She saw the tension leave Azriel’s shoulders as he offered her a shy smile.

“Alright, my turn, my turn!” Mor yelled as she shoved another hastily wrapped package into Feyre’s hands. “Az and I were talking about what to get you when he rudely stole my idea.” Mor glared at Azriel who merely shrugged.

“You know mine is the better book.” He said, his eyes lighting up with a twinkle that Feyre was beginning to recognise only appeared when he was around Mor.

Feyre laughed as she saw the book Mor had given her, 'How To Make Coffee, For Dummies’.

“I think Feyre makes coffee just fine.” Rhys offered, only to be shot down by Amren who claimed she would rather drink cyanide than whatever Feyre made for Rhys.

“Rhys just likes to prove how big and tough he is by drinking terrible coffee.” Cassian laughed.

Despite their taunts Feyre laughed as well, knowing it meant that they accepted her and teased her as one of their own. Besides, Feyre made all their coffees for them now and had never had a complaint other then when she was experimenting.

“Come on Rhys, show Feyre what you’ve got for her!” Mor said, buzzing with excitement.

Wariness crept in as Rhys held out a piece of paper for Feyre. She reached for it, briefly brushing her hand along Rhys’s as she grabbed it. Feyre felt the eyes of everyone on her as she opened a letter. A letter from the most prestigious art academy in town. With shaking hands Feyre read through it.

“They… want to give me a scholarship. Why? How?” Feyre looked at Rhys in confusion.

Rhys gave her an embarrassed smile before saying, “I have a friend of a friend that works there. I might have mentioned you to him, how hard you work at the store, in our reading lessons, and of course what an astounding artist you are. He said he would love to meet you and that there would be a position for you there next year… if that’s what you wanted.”

“He was gloating about you basically.” Cassian said impishly.

“When isn’t he?” Amren added.

Feyre could only make an odd choking noise as she tried to comprehend what this could mean for her. Abruptly she stood from the table, causing everyone else to jump up as well. Before she could stop herself, Feyre had crossed the room to fling herself into Rhys’s arms. At first Rhys seemed shocked to have a sobbing Feyre holding him, before he returned her hug tentatively.

“Arrogant prick. Always has to show up everyone else’s presents.” Mor said to Azriel who nodded in agreement.

In the end, Feyre hugged everyone else too, in thanks for their presents, and not at all because she was embarrassed to have hugged Rhys in front of them all.

A few hours later Feyre said goodbye as she noticed Lucien’s car pull up. Near the door Rhys pulled her aside.

“Feyre, I just want you to know that if you ever need me, or are scared, please call me.” Rhys eyed the bruises on her arms and Feyre shifted so they were less visible. “I won’t ask questions. Not if you don’t want me to. I’ll be happy just knowing you’re safe. You have my number still?”

Feyre’s mind flashed back to when she had first met Rhys after she had hit him with a snowball, and he had handed her a piece of paper with his number. She still had it stashed in her underwear drawer so it wouldn’t be found. She nodded at his insistent look, just as Cassian drunkenly called out.

“Looks like someone’s standing under some mistletoe!”

Feyre in horror looked up at the same time as Rhys to find Mor had indeed placed some mistletoe above the door. Rhys flashed a menacing warning glare at Cassian, but it was too late. Feyre had already fled the shop.

“Fun party?” Lucien asked in amusement at seeing her red face.

“Great.” Feyre replied glumly.

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to go.” He laughed.

With Tamlin not coming home until much later that night, Feyre had asked Lucien to take her to a ’work’ party. Lucien had agreed saying that it was Christmas and he was feeling generous, but warned her about not letting Tamlin know.

Lucien glanced at the presents clutched to her chest protectively, but thankfully didn’t ask Feyre what she had been given.

When they arrived home, Feyre groaned seeing the house lights were already on.

“Have fun kiddo. Merry Christmas!” Lucien saluted her, leaving for his own house.

“Coward.” Feyre muttered to his back.

Inside, Feyre found the living room lights and television on, but Tamlin was no where to be found.

“Tam?” Feyre called out.

A scuffling noise from her bedroom led her down the halls to cautiously peer into her room. Tamlin was sitting on her bed, a broken phone on the ground at his feet.

“What’s wrong?” Feyre asked in concern.

She breezed into the room to kneel before him so she could see into his face better. Tamlin flinched when she came near, looking down on her with a look of betrayal. Unease clenched Feyre’s stomach tight when she noticed a piece of paper in his hands. From the way he clenched it Feyre couldn’t make out any words, but the corner of a star peeked out at her.

Feyre made to move away but it was too late as an iron grip crushed her wrist, anchoring her in front of Tamlin.

“Whose phone number were you hiding from me, darling?” The deadly tone of voice he used turned Feyre’s stomach over as she heard Rhys’s endearment for her.

“You went through my things?” Feyre demanded. Not just any things either, her underwear drawer where she thought she would at least have some privacy.

“Clearly I was right to. You’ve been hiding things from me Feyre. Whose number?”

Feyre panicked under the accusations. She futilely tried to tug out of Tamlin’s grip as tears sprang from her eyes under the bone cracking pressure he exerted onto her wrist.

Looking at the broken phone on the ground Feyre could already guess what had happened. Tired of waiting for an explanation, Tamlin answered for her.

“I wondered what my darling Feyre could ever be hiding from me. Surely nothing, I thought while dialling the number. Maybe your boss, or a work friend I thought so innocently. You can imagine my surprise when Rhysand answered.”

More tears fell down Feyre’s face but she wasn’t sure it was entirely because of pain now.

“I didn’t call or text him, I promise! Tam he just gave it to me the other day. It was silly of me to keep it. I’m sorry.”

A bit of pressure eased off her throbbing wrist.

“Then why hide it?”

“Because you and Lucien seemed to hate him so much. I knew you wouldn’t want me to have it.”

“Exactly, so why even bother keeping it?” Tamlin pushed.

Feyre shrugged.

Tamlin held out his hand. “Phone.” He demanded.

Wordlessly, Feyre handed it over. Tamlin scrolled through her recent texts, then her calls. Satisfied he returned it to her. That was when he noticed the gifts she had hastily flung onto the ground when she had run to him.

“What’s this?”

“I got invited to a work party and got a few presents.”

“Boxing gloves?” Tamlin held them up after releasing Feyre’s arm and going to inspect the items.

Gratefully, Feyre sunk to the ground clutching her arm.

“Feyre I have tolerated your little job but I think a boxing class is taking things too far. You could get hurt.”

Feyre almost laughed from the irony as she looked up from her already bruised wrist. She watched nervously as Tamlin looked over the other objects, mercifully not paying attention to the slip of paper announcing she had been offered a scholarship. She would have to break that to Tamlin somehow. When he turned his attention back to her, Feyre flinched and his face softened.

“Feyre, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But you scared me. I thought you had been seeing other… men behind my back. Let’s just forget about this alright?”

Feyre nodded solemnly as Tamlin tore up the piece of paper with Rhy’s number on it.

Luckily Feyre was good at remembering numbers.

  • <p> <b>Arin:</b> I never had like, physical bullying. It was always verbal<p/><b>Danny:</b> Emotional<p/><b>Arin:</b> and it always had to do with whether or not I was gay- like that's- it's like, why is that even an insult?<p/><b>Danny:</b> It's not<p/><b>Arin:</b> And I never really like- I was like "No.. I'm not. and?"<p/><b>Danny:</b> It is weird, cause especially growing up in the 80's like, with school-yard bullying and shit like, gay was the worst thing you could be. And now like- now that we're all adults and y'know, we live in a city, have tons of gay friends, it's like "uh, alright". It'd be the same as if they were like "You're Chinese!" and it's like "eh.. s'just a thing.."<p/><b>Arin:</b> Yeah I was born that way<p/><b>Danny:</b> yeah, also i'm not. I happen to not be but it'd be fine if I was Chinese<p/></p>

thejojosanctuary  asked:

*skids into askbox* yo I have an idea for dino boy :D would you be able to write some hcs for Diego where he doesn't have as much control over scary monsters as he'd like - as in he can't stop a transformation once it starts or it could halt entirely halfway through the process and it really disorientates him - what would happen if his S/O (who has no idea about his ability) stumbled across him during one of these moments? what would he do and how would he react depending on if their reaction?

  • ‘Why? Why now of all times?’ Was all that could run through Diego’s head. Everything had been so perfect up until this moment, especially you. The restaurant he took you to was, by far, the best in the US. The ride on Silver Bullet was near magical as you clung tightly to Diego’s back. And yet, with the two of you back at the hotel, Scary Monsters decided NOW was the time to act up.

  • Diego had never told you about Scary Monsters. To him, while Scary Monsters COULD have it’s upsides, it was nothing more than a burden and an inconvenience. It would act up at the worse of times, often resulting in moments where he had to suddenly leave you, even in the middle of important conversations. This has resulted in many misunderstandings between the two of you, which was not at ALL helped by Diego’s “I do nothing wrong ever and anything you perceive as wrong is because you’re wrong” attitude.

  • The two of you were laying together comfortably on the bed, but then Diego suddenly shot up in pain. You immediately wrapped your arms around him, asking him if he was okay and if he was hurt, but he’d just try to push you away, and even insulted you to try and get you to let go, but you wouldn’t.

  • “Diego, please! I don’t care whatever this is, just stop hiding this from me! I’m your fiancé, aren’t I? You can’t expect to hide this for the rest of our lives, right?”

  • The only response you got was a low and pained sounding growl from Diego as he curled into himself. “I will do what I want… now get away from– Urgh!

  • Diego’s breathing turned into pants as his entire body began to change. The side of his mouth began to crack, his nails turned sharp, his eyes became slits, and soon enough, his entire body changed shape.

  • Despite the transformation, Diego still had enough control of Scary Monsters to remain conscious at least. The thoughts of losing control, of hurting you, had been enough to keep his dinosaur instincts at bay. But even as he knew he was in control, he knew that you didn’t. Diego waited for you to scream, for you to fight and run from him… but you didn’t.

  • While he couldn’t see it coming, he suddenly felt your arms wrap around his neck, and your hand run down his back. You asked him if he was okay, if he was in any pain, and he could tell that you were scared and concerned. But, you weren’t scared for your sake…

  • Or, at least, you weren’t before you heard what a Dinosaur laugh sounded like…

anonymous asked:

Can I have some Jotaro, Rohan and Johnny fluffy relationship headcannons (not poly!)

ello ello, i hope you enjoy them ;) also ghostie wrote for johnny since im not well versed on johnny yet!

-mod cotton

.Jotaro enjoys quiet moments more then active ones, he’d just sit down in the couch a cup of coffee in hand with a book in the other while his s/o would be leaning against him doing just the same as him. It might not be the most affectionate way of spending time together but it sure is enjoyable. At times he’ll rest an arm around them, maybe giving them a kiss on the head from time to time. They’re silent presence is something that he finds very relaxing.

. Something he enjoys quite a lot bit will never admit to it is cooking with his s/o. He tries to join in on preparing dinner as much as he can with his busy job and long lonely hours in his office, he often feels quite guilty for not being able to help so when he does he tries his best. Tho when he does help out he’s very very protective over them, he makes sure they don’t cut or burn themselves. When they do manage to hurt themselves he will scold them for a while, but just know he means good by it.

.HE loves it when his s/o drags  their hands trough his hair, its weirdly soothing to him and will only allow them to take off his hat and actually touch his hair. He’ll have the biggest smile on his face as they play with his hair, it’s even better if he can hear them silently hum to themselves. Its moments like these that make him feel all tingly inside.

.His way of showing that he thinks of them is just giving them random things that he thinks they’d like. He comes across a book that they’d like, he’d take it with him,  he sees a cute flower on the way home he’d pluck it carefully and give it to them later. Of course he’s gonna be a total butt about saying it’s not a big deal, but you know how the boy is. 

.Its cliche yes, but jotaro would love to take his s/o on an aquarium date. A large smirk would be present on his face and if they’re lucky they could hear some happy grunts coming from their tall boyfriend. It’s probably the most affectionate he’ll be, holding their hand as the two of them walk around the huge aquariums, he’d sneak in a kiss or two, which is sure to surprise them since it doesn’t happen a lot. But if he’s really really happy he’d probably sneak up behind them and wrap his arms around their waist, enjoying the sight of the little fishies swimming around.

.rohan will deny any sort of cute comment he gets, he’s not cute, he’s not adorable and he’s not a cinnamon bun. His face would go red as he swings around his arms screaming about how he isn’t cute. But little does he know he looks even more adorable now, his s/o would totally take advantage of it teasing him even more. After a while he’ll probably give up and just pout, not wanting to make a big deal about it. 

.Rohan does not cuddle a lot, but when he does… Its in the morning. Lazily laying in bed, s/o snuggled into his arms, it’s moments like these that show he has a soft side too. Him being half asleep makes everything even better since they don’t have to worry about him giving any insulting remarks. But escaping from his grasp is the real problem, most of the time they’ll end up stuck in his arms for hours upon hours until he feels like waking up. But who cares as long as they have his strong arms around them.

.Boi this guy loves to go on expensive date. One does not shop with rohan without entering the nearest Gucci store; and even when they don’t want to buy anything he will probably end up buying everything they touched. He’ll probably tease them about how spoiled they are, how he shouldn’t buy them so much, but don’t worry he loves to spoil his s/o rotten. (if he still has the money after buying fuckin 6 mountains).

.It may sound creepy but rohan loves to watch his s/o sleep. Something about their resting state  intrigues him and he can’t help but admire it. His favorite thing is to come home and see them sleeping on the couch, it gives him a warm feeling inside and just wants to observe it. If he has the chance he’ll try to draw them in their sleeping state, but if his s/o ever finds out oh boy he has some explaining to do.  

.Rohan often gifts them sketches and drawings he’s done of his s/o, its his way of showing that he thinks about them and it shows that he indeed does love them. When he’s sketching them he always gets that familiar warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach only they can give to him, it never fails to make him smile. The moment he gives the sketch tho he takes one his normal demeanor acting like its not a big deal, a little insult about how happy they are, the usual rohan stuff. But just remember, he’s just a jerk to the people he loves.

• Johnny can get flustered pretty easily depending on the circumstances and there’s always something about the blush that blossoms across his cheeks that just makes his S/O want to bring that blush back at every opportunity; it’s because of this that the showers of attention and love that they give him never fail to elict such a reaction until his face is bright red and S/O is chuckling over how cute he is

• He’ll never admit it but he’s a lot more clingy with his partner when he’s tired – something about just having them near him puts him at ease in general but it’s even more so when he’s groggy, in fact when the two of them are lying down together or sleeping he’ll wrap his arms around them and pull them closer to him but unless they’re awake when he does this he’ll be denying getting so clingy with them; with that being said when S/O does the same to him he doesn’t know whether to find it endearing or troublesome, after all waking up to find himself trapped as they’re sprawled out across his back and locking him into place with their arms around his waist means he’s stuck there until they wake up

• He’ll take them for rides on Slow Dancer if they ever ask him to and it gives them a chance to spend more time together whenever they take these trips, they’ll be sat behind him with their arms around his torso to support themselves and rest their head against his shoulder, exchanging idle small talk as they travel; Johnny enjoys doing this as it gives them a chance to escape the crowds if only for a little while and it gives him a chance to just go places with his S/O whenever they feel like it

• As mentioned in a previous ask he loves being picked up or carried by them, even though he may act like he doesn’t like it at first once he’s settled and comfortable in their arms even he has to admit he’s more at ease and feels protected in their hold; he’ll only let them do this for so long however as he’ll start to fidget and shift too much to let them know when he wants to be set back down (that doesn’t mean he won’t give them an appreciative peck to the cheek to show he’s grateful for doing so)

• Johnny doesn’t smile very often but being around his S/O will make him far more likely to crack a smile or laugh in their presence, cuddling with him is a sure fire way to bring a soft and genuine smile to his face but as time goes on with their relationship they’ll find out all the little quirks and tricks that can bring out that adorable laughter of his (he’s relatively ticklish too so that would probably work although he’ll be wary around them for a little while afterwards just in case they try to do it again)

nitemaremotionless  asked:

How would Gyro react to his s/o being killed right in front of him?

-For an enemy to be able to even lay a finger on his s/o, Gyro would have to either be severely hurt himself or trapped in some way. If he is trapped, he will try to break free the moment he saw the enemy approaching his partner, yelling at them to move out or they’ll get hurt. He will probably end up hurting himself on the attempt of breaking free.

-But his entire body will freeze the moment he heard his partner’s sharp cry. And he wishes his eyes are deceiving him when he sees their bloodied body. This can’t be happening.

-He will cut his arms or legs or just do anything to get to them. He is shouting from the top of his lungs, from the name of his partner to threats to the person hurting his partner. “I’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?! I’ll fucking kill you!”

-As much as he wants to just run to his partner and help them, he would take care of the enemy first. He can’t help his s/o if he’s dead.

-After the enemy is put out of comission (but not dead; he wouldn’t kill them right away) he approaches his partner as soon as he can, kneeling besides them and holding them in his arms. “Hey, baby, look at me, ok? You’re going to be fine.” When he sees them crying out of pain his heart breaks. “I know it hurts, i know…”

-He starts to panic when he tries to sew the wounds but realizes it’s impossible; they’ve lost too much blood and the wound is too big. He already knows what this means.

-Gyro will try and make their last moments as happy as he can. Reminding them of good memories, telling them bad jokes and how much he loves them.

-After they die, he feels a wave of anger inside of him, and he is struggling not to let tears out. He will make sure to torture the shit out of the person that killed them and give them a slow, painful death.

-He will blame himself for their death, of course. From that moment, he would act way more bitter all the time, barely talking with anyone.

-He will make his objective to end the race for them now, it’s a promise to them.

-Sometimes he will talk to them before going to sleep. “…Hey, wherever you are, i hope you’re doing ok…i just wish you were here so i could annoy you like always…i love you.”




At Your Service ~Seven~

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six

The morning came swifter than you would have wished. You had fallen asleep sitting against the wall after hours of dwelling on the scenes of the day before. You could not shake the sense that you had overstepped yourself and yet Thranduil’s reaction had been entirely gratifying. You had never expected to affect the king so deeply but you kept your pride in check as you pulled on a clean apron. You could never count short the Elvenking.

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