holy fucking shit, it’s been like what…2 weeks? less than that? i don’t know. i never imagined i would get 100 followers in that time (actually, before that, but i was too lazy to do anything until now,) as i tend to stick to myself, and had no idea what i was getting into with the jjba rp fandom. but to my pleasant surprise, it’s full of kindhearted, talented individuals who are every bit as eccentric and hilarious as the source material. so thank you, even after this short time, for sticking with me and jotaro!
*NOTE: i probably won’t list every blog owned by a mun here, and probably will put the account i know them best by down. these also are in no specific order, and since my memory is absolute bullshit i’ll probably end up forgetting a lot of people or accidentally list someone twice or smth equally stupid. sorry for any confusion!
❘❙❚ ✩ CRUSADERS.
those who i’ve had the pleasure of interacting with, befriended/chatted with ooc, or generally notably admire!
those who i’ve yet to interact with at length (either ic or ooc,) admire from afar, or something else that involves me being a huge anxious weenie. you’re all just as important to me and i’d really like to be friends and/or interact more!
i was chatting parvill with the dragon wife and came up with the phrase “will strife contemplates his life choices at 3am”. she immediately demanded i write something for it and tbh, it was too good of a prompt to pass up. set during solutions in chaos, and probably as close to fluff as i’ll ever get.
It’s three in the morning, and Will Strife can’t sleep.
Parvis is a sprawl of warmth against his side, all bony limbs and sharp angles. He wriggles constantly, snorts and grunts and snores with intolerable volume as he sleeps, and seems incapable of differentiating between Will and the mattress when he frequently rearranges himself into a more comfortable position.
They really should make a second bed soon, Will thinks, and then discards the idea almost immediately. They’re managing just fine with one bed, really – no need to waste more precious time and resources on constructing another.
(It’s got nothing to do with the fact that Will sleeps better with Parvis in his bed than he has done in years. Nothing at all.)
It’s three in the morning, and Will Strife thinks he might be in love. Just a little.
The party was ok, everyone kind of stick to their “groups” so no one even tried to talk to us which I was totally fine with. Ragnar’s brother never showed up but when I told Ragnar about what Esther told me, he was like “Einar? Are you sure? Because that’s my brother” Like, oh my god! Is Esther dating Ragnar’s brother? I can’t wait to tell Melissa all about it!
3000 of you?! Here?! On my blog????? I don’t even know what to say at this point oh my goodness. I missed the exact mark (assuming i passed 3k overnight) but I can’t even begin to thank you guys. You’re all so sweet to me and I’m not even sure how I haven’t heard a single complaint from anyone for the months I’ve had this blog. I know I haven’t been extremely active as of late and I’m very worried about disappointing you all, and yet here you are, all 3000 and more of you! I know that no matter how many times I say it I’ll just be repeating myself, and that no matter how many times I say it I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am for your support and sweet messages. I’m unworthy given how lazy I am, but I love all of you to pieces and you’re all important to me! I love you I love you I love you! ;U;
Thank you all again for your love and support! I hope you’ll all continue to be happy with me in the future!
For puraiuddo, who’s one of the best fangirling partners when it comes to aokaga headcanons
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Ship: AoKaga WordCount: 5394 Notes: WHAT IS THIS. What did I write. What does this even mean. I don’t know, man, pur asked for very specific fluff and here it is, (I hope you like it hun) - btw for the sake of this story I’m deciding that in future the world will be a better place and gay rights will be accepted as a normal thing in the whole world. I’m an optimistic lady. It’s three in the morning and English is not my first language, bear with my grammatical murders please - I’ll edit this thing once I’m more awake.
Aomine had heard the knocking on the door.
He had heard it the first time as he had heard it the second. And the third. And fourth. All the way to the fifteenth knock.
He had heard all of them, just like he had heard the doorbell ringing and the clicking of the key turning to open the front door.
He had just elected to ignore all of it, turn on his side and keep on sleeping.
Because he knew perfectly well what this all was about.
He knew it, and he didn’t want to have anything to do with it.