spin ultimate

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some attack the light/save the light style drawings. kinda. i was stressed and drawing these helped. And id love to see my favs in one of those games.

some notes i thought of:

- topaz can trap an enemy in her fusion for 2 turns or something

- jaspers ultimate spin dash can hit 4 enemies in one turn

- bismuth’s slicy weapon and cut down an enemy’s health by 80% with one strike

⛩🎢 Ninjago at Disneyland, pt 1! 🎢⛩

Love Ninjago, but the weather in Carlsbad is pure garbage for your weekend whip?

Here’s a list of ways you can have a spinning good time at the Happiest Place on Earth!

In Disneyland Park:

🌪☕️Practice your Spinjitzu on the Teacups! Either have your group split up and see who can spin out in color the fastest, or all pile into one for a tornado of creation!

🐍🗡Take a high-speed trip down memory lane on Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Forbidden Eye! After exploring what feels like a Serpentine tomb, you’ll come face to face with skeleton warriors, the Great Devourer, and an Overlord-like spirit!

🤖❄Loved Rebooted? Then Tomorrowland is where it’s at! Visit Borg Industry’s by walking through Innovations, blow up Project Arcturus on Hyperspace Mountain, and dodge the facial recognition camera on Star Tours!

👺🍜Feel like you got an invitation to the tournament by riding the Mark Twain Riverboat! Send a friend ahead to Tom Sawyer’s Island and have them periodically text clues to their location. When your ride is over, head to the island and get your buddy back! First person to find them wins!

👻💎Are thoughts of Morro possessing your mind? Get your ‘exorcise’ by reliving season 5! Climb the Wailing Alps via bobsled at the Matterhorn, head under the waves for dangerous tests on Finding Nemo’s Submarine Voyage, then plunge into the Cursed Realm on the Haunted Mansion!

⛵️✨Wishing for adventure? Head to the Bazaar and rub Aladdin’s Other Lamp, then immediately ride Pirates of the Caribbean! Just be careful what you say for the rest of the day!

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Backwards AU

I didn’t put much thought into these but here

Part 1: Stolen Blood

In 19th century Japan, Yasuho Hirose finds a man with no memory. He’s taken in by a wealthy family, but he gets into strange encounters involving a fruit that, when eaten, seems to turn people into vampires.

Part 2: Steel Ball Battle

Injured WW2-era soldier Johnny Joestar uncovers a sinister plot behind the president’s war strategy… his true goal is to find four “pillar men” hidden in Europe

Part 3: Stone Prisoners

A vampire priest has turned Jolyne Kujo’s father’s memories into a cassette tape. In order to save him, her and her friends must escape prison, and head to Egypt where the vampire lies in wait.

Part 4: Spirits are Golden

In a small town in Italy, Giorno Giovanna and his high school friends must track down a serial killer… little do they know, one of their friends is the killer, and he doesn’t even realise.

Part 5: Unbreakable Diamond (but like in Japanese)

Josuke Higashikata has recently joined the Yakuza, and he and his gangmates work on keeping their town safe… but their boss is hiding a deadly secret.

Part 6: Stardust Galaxy

Jotaro Kujo’s daily high school life is thrown into chaos when the headmaster begins to turn students into stand users in an effort to realise the dreams of his late companion- the vampire who Jotaro’s mother defeated years ago.

Part 7: Running Tendency

When Speedwagon Foundation archaeologists unearths a “holy corpse” that awakens and starts attacking them, Joseph Joestar must learn to use the power of the spin to defeat this “ultimate lifeform”.

Part 8: JoJoPhantom

In modern-day England, when Jonathan Joestar’s adoptive brother Dio’s plan to murder their father fails, he escapes punishment by using a strange stone mask to “fuse” with Jonathan. While Jojo/Dio is trying to come to terms with his new existence, he discovers a whole group of traders who deal in these masks.

KC Gives Back drabble for the lovely Klaristar! Thank you soooooo much for donating!! I put a smidgd of a spin on it for ultimate Kol/Caroline brotp feels, and I hope you like that I came up with!

Prompt: Long established KC, Klaus has been in a bad mood for a while and won’t say why so Caroline & Kol get fed up with him and go on vacation, get up to some crazy crap and require to be rescued.

Caroline frowned for what felt like the upteenth time in far too many days, watching Klaus grumble  while putting on his jacket. The anger radiating off of his body, and infiltrating the atmosphere of the whole house.

She’d been with him for almost a decade now, and she’s never seen him like this. Having been around him for long enough, she’d become rather acquainted with his specific mood’s. For the most part, he was easy for her to read. But this, whatever was wrong with him now, she couldn’t put a lock on.

If she were being honest she’d prefer his all-out rage mood, because at least there’d be no mistaking what he was feeling. And trying to confront him about it wasn’t really working given that he’s been out of the house all day long, every day for the past two weeks.

Klaus, despite being very closed off given the life he’s lived, has always been shockingly open with her. Which is why his refusal to let her confront him now was so unnerving.

“Klaus—” She tried in vain, before his voice jumped in.

“I have to step out again, love.” He informed her, as if that wasn’t already blatantly obvious from the moment he walked into their room to get his jacket.

“Shocker.” She mumbled, with just enough tonation to ensure that he heard it.

Klaus sighed deeply, his gaze almost apologetic. But not quite enough.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing—” He tried.

“Nothing what, personal? Because it kind of feels like it is, Klaus.” She snapped, having now stood up from her lounged position on their bed. “I have been trying so hard not to pry, but you’ve never been this closed off with me. And I don’t get it.” She continued fiercely, before her gaze and tone turned much softer. “I just want you to try and let me understand.” She whispered.

Klaus’ gaze was stoic, his stance taken aback by her visible anger.

A slight hesitation in his step didn’t go unnoticed by her as he carefully walked towards her.

His hands reaching up to wrap around her, settling on her lower back.

“I understand that my rather sporadic presence—”

“Try nonexistent.” She interjected immediately, not willing to budge.

Klaus’ eyes rolled out of affection at her specifics, before nodding in agreement.

“Yes, I understand my nonexistent presence,” he corrected, “has been with no explanation. But there’s something I must take care of, love. And it’s not something I desire for you to be in the middle of.” He spoke firmly, hoping her frustration would escalate any further.

A hope that was short-lived.

Caroline shrieked, maneuvering out of his grasp.

“Seriously?!” She yelled. “You call that an answer?”

“Caroline, if I’m conducting matters this way, it’s for a purpose.” He ventured.

“I’m not a matter for you to conduct, Klaus. I’m supposed to be your equal!”

Their eyes were locked heavily on each other, before a soft knock at the door yanked them out of their focus.

“Niklaus, we really should get going.” Elijah’s annoyingly tranquil voice said.

Caroline turned back to hold Klaus’ gaze once more, her eyes pleading for him to stay.

“Apologies, love. But I need to finish this.” He resigned, the look on his face riddled with worry wondering just how far he’s pushed her.

Bowing his head in shame, he trudged out of their room, telling himself that what he was handling was much too important.

Caroline stood behind, her mind reeling with possibilities for what had just happened.

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The world is at the fingertips of Sagittarius, her dreams span through
the valleys of the milky way and galaxy
She swings into the higher mind like a dandelion in the wind
Under her feet the grass squeals in delight, she is bohemian, a wardress, a
blessed earth child
She thinks a million miles an hour, indulging in the rabbit holes her mind controls, falling into mythology, theology, philosophy, psychology
To read a book on a plane, or to take a photo on top of the world, to graduate with known prestige
to dive under a wave
The universe is really the Sagittarian lover and playmate. Like her God Zeus she can fly around for the joy of changing form in the blink of an eye,
she is adaptable, and clever, multi talented and wise.  A spinning globe is the ultimate life itinerary and Sagittarius soaks up the world in rapturous delight.
Nostalgia is experienced in reverse and she looks to the future with surges of enthusiasm, excitement and anticipation.
Heated radiance emanates from the Fire heart and she streaks through the Capricorn mountains and Cancer waves in rogue amusement. She wanders, though she is not lost
her permanent address is always the next city on the map. Deep into the light she peers, heaven’s radiance waiting in her vision, for Sagittarius, the sun rises in every direction
-Cherry


8

Spinelli: But I’m right, am I not? You do have feelings for me.
Maxie
: Spinelli, you know, I just picked up all the fractured pieces of my life and put them back together into something good, something wonderful with Nathan.

The universe is really the Sagittarian lover and playmate. Like her God Zeus she can fly around for the joy of changing form in the blink of an eye,
she is adaptable, and clever, multi talented and wise. A spinning globe is the ultimate life itinerary and Sagittarius soaks up the world in rapturous delight.
Nostalgia is experienced in reverse and she looks to the future with surges of enthusiasm, excitement and anticipation.
Heated radiance emanates from the Fire heart and she streaks through the Capricorn mountains and Cancer waves in rogue amusement. She wanders, though she is not lost
her permanent address is always the next city on the map. Deep into the light she peers, heaven’s radiance waiting in her vision, for Sagittarius, the sun rises in every direction

Guilty By Design

Part 2 || Part 3

Steve x Aria (By the end, this is almost Steve/Bucky x Aria, but I guess that’s objective.)

Word Count: 2407

Warnings: Smut, Language, Captain kink, technically Dom!Steve (once again, that’s objective.)

Overall Summary: Her boys. Both have found their way into the military. Both are presumed dead. A few years after her captain disappears, she’s taken by HYDRA and turned deadly. The Winter Soldier becomes her mission, but can he help her find her way to back to who she used to be before she kills him and his best friend?

Chapter Summary: Little Stevie’s not so little anymore.

A/N: This one is actually done, but I’m splitting it into 3 parts. Depending on the response, it may get a sequel that will deal more with what happens after the resolution of the initial problem.


July, 1943

I was excited when I came home to find a letter in my mailbox with Steve’s name in the return address. The letter itself leaves me quite confused.

Hey there, doll. I writing to let you know I’ll be home by the 15th, more than likely on that day. I have a surprise for you. Well… a couple of surprises, actually. I don’t want to give too much away, so I’ll see you soon. Love, Steve

Steve had left a while back for the army, some kind of trial thing considering his health. He and I had met years ago through his friend James, affectionately referred to as Bucky, who I had been dating at the time. When James and I split, it was amicable and staying friends was easy when we had Steve holding us together. James had been drafted. Steve just couldn’t seem to make it through enlistment so when he told me he had finally made it through, I was more than shocked. Steve was no more than a hundred pounds and stood a couple inches shorter than me. I had half expected him to be back by now, unable to keep up during training.

Letters arrived on a weekly basis for a while, from both him and Bucky, but after a while, the ones from Bucky stopped. I never got an explanation even though I wrote to his commander trying to find out was going on considering I was the only family either one of them really had left. If I lost them, I would lose everything. I would always love Bucky, and Steve was my best friend.

My thoughts racing over the last few months, I try thinking back on the things Steve had told me in his letters, trying to figure out what his surprises could be. I come up with nothing, folding the letter and putting it away in my bag before heading up the stairs to my apartment. I fumble with my keys a bit at the door.

“Excuse me, miss. You look like you could use some help.”

When I turn around, I’m greeted by a familiar face with a very unfamiliar body.

“Steve?” I choke out, looking him up and down and blinking to make sure I’m not seeing things.

“It’s me, doll.”

“Your letter said the 15th.”

“It is the 15th.”

I pull the letter out and check the date. He had written it nearly two weeks ago, meaning it had gotten lost on its way to me.

“Hold on.” I say quickly, turning to hide the flush in my cheeks as I unlock my front door.

I walk in ahead him, setting my things down on the couch, kicking off my shoes, and going to kneel by the fireplace. I busy myself with building a fire, trying to make sense of the large frame now standing in front of my closed front door.

“You seem surprised.” He says, moving toward the bar-side of my kitchen counter and sitting on one of the stools placed there.

I stand up to grab a match from the top of the mantle, turning back to him to give him a proper response.

“I think surprised is an understatement. When you left here, you were…” I struggle to find the right words, deciding instead to just gesture at all of him, “not that.”

He smiles.

Damn it! Don’t smile like that.

“Do you not like it?”

I open my mouth to answer, but the words never form.

“Maybe you like it too much.”

My eyes go wide as I turn away from him. In my head, my thoughts are swimming and spinning around one another. Ultimately coming down to a singular thought, to slap or not to slap that smug grin off his chiseled face?

“You want to know what happened?”

His voice brings me out of my thoughts, and I simply nod to answer his question, tossing the lit match on the stack of wood and kindling. The flames jump high, the crackling sound a comforting one.

“I met a doctor at that recruitment tent. He said that he had a job for me, something I would be perfect for. Turns out that job was being the perfect candidate for some serum he’d created that would turn me into, well, this. I’m a super soldier, Aria, and I’m stronger and faster than I could have ever dreamed of being.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Like hell,” his voice is closer now, “but I think it was worth it.”

I smile, turning to find him standing just a few feet away from me. I sigh, finally moving close enough to wrap my arms around him. This body isn’t his, but his warmth is the same. His embrace, though stronger, is the same. For some reason, though, my heart flutters in my chest.

Steve had always been there. Bucky was too, of course, but not in the same way. Steve knew what it meant to be underestimated, to be treated differently. Even though New York was a pretty inclusive place, people still looked at me strange, sometimes even people who looked like me.

My hair was normal, curly at the ends and hanging in a dark curtain. My skin was tan and clear, save for a birthmark on my right shoulder blade and few small beauty marks spread out over my body. Bucky always like to count them; according to him, there were twenty-seven in all, sixteen on the parts of me that were always exposed. Steve would count them, too, just not in the same way. His eyes would often trace their path over my face and down my arms. Every time Bucky would say sixteen, Steve would shake his head, like he knew the real number.

It was my eyes, the strange golden color they held. My mother had green eyes, and my father had dark brown eyes. Genetic research said my eyes should have been the same dark brown at his. Instead, they shined bright gold, their color seeming to move within my irises.

Bucky said it was my eyes that drew him in. Steve simply said it was interesting.

“You said you had surprises?” I stress the plural, “What else is there?”

“Aria, you and I have been friends for a while.” He says, his tone suddenly serious, “You have to know that I’ve always had feelings for you. I’ll admit that when I saw you and Bucky together I was jealous. We both you saw you that night, probably at the same time, but I was shy and Bucky wasn’t.”

“Steve, I…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he takes a step back and puts his hands on my shoulder, “but I needed you to know.”

Unsure of what my mind wanted me to say, I choose to do what my heart is shouting for. I close the space between us and step up on my toes to press a kiss to his lips. He freezes in shock for a moment before finally bringing his hands to rest on my hips, his grip tighter than expected. I flatten my feet to the floor, causing him to lean down and into the kiss.

When he pulls away, he’s breathless. His forehead rests against mine, and he smiles.

“What was that for?” he asks, his voice soft.

“I just wanted to see something.”

“Find what you were looking for?”

“I think so.”

I tilt my head up to kiss him again, trailing my hands up his broad chest, over his shoulders and to his neck. When he kisses me back this time, his grip on my hips shifts to my waist and he holds me flush against his body. I can feel the tension in his lips, the fidgeting of his fingers, as he tries to figure out what to do. I grab his wrist, moving his hand to my breast.

He pulls back suddenly, his eyes unsure. I can see the reluctance dancing in his eyes, the light of the fire dancing in them as well.

“Aria, I…”

“Steve, you listen to me. I know this seems sudden, and I know what you’re thinking. I need you understand that you’re the same man you’ve always been, albeit a little bigger and a lot more confident. I feel something for you, baby; I think I always have, but having Bucky there kept me from realizing that. He’s moved on now. That was clear to me at that expo. I think I’ve earned the right to do the same.”

He nods, biting his bottom lip before leaning into my neck. As his hand kneads at my clothed breast, his lips travel my neck. My own hands busy themselves on the buttons of his jacket, his shirt, pulling both open to bare his chest. I run my hands up his torso again and over his shoulders. His hands leave my body for only a moment while I push both pieces of clothing from his body. Once they’re free from his body and on the floor, his hands are on me again but with a little more confidence in them. He reaches for the zipper at the side of my dress, slowly pulling it down. The strapless article falls to the floor. He works his feet from his shoes, lifting each foot one by one to remove his socks as well. I fight with the belt on his pants.

Damn those uniform buckles!

When I groan in both impatience and frustration, his hand gently swats mine away and finishes the job. His pants now out of the way, we stand there in just our underwear, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of us kissing and the moans the soft squeezing of his hands on my body elicits from me.

I reach my hands up behind me, wiggling the clasps on my bra open and allowing it to join my dress. My panties are the next thing to go. He growls softly at the feeling of my bare chest against his. His hands find my waist again, gripping tight and lifting me effortlessly from the floor. While I think he might carry me to my bedroom, it would seem impatience takes him over as my back hits the couch and the purse I left there when coming home hits the floor. He hovers over me, his large form between my legs.

“It’s okay, Steve.” I say with a reassuring smile and a small giggle.

His hand slides across my thigh, his eyes watching his hand, rather than looking into my eyes, as it does.

I close my eyes and sigh in pleasure as his fingertips begin to massage the most sensitive part of my body. I gasp, kissing and biting at his bicep as his fingers push into me. Back and forth, he moves his fingers, curling them slightly with each back pull. Push and pull, he pushes me closer to the edge with every forward push.

“Steve…” I choke on his name as that delicious warmth begins to build inside my lower abdomen.

Then his hand is gone. I gasp as the sudden loss, grinding my teeth as my unfulfilled body shakes from the near-release.

However, before I can complain, he’s pushing deep into me, pushing until his hips are flush to mine.

“Fuck… Steve.”

His hand comes down hard against my thigh, his eyes meeting mine steadily. That’s when I see it, the darkness clouding those baby blue eyes of his.

“Watch your language, baby girl.” He says, his voice almost lost in a growl.

“Or what?” I challenge.

Expecting him to hit me again, I’m caught off guard when he presses my hips down into the couch and draws his hips back, thrusting forward again with a sweet roughness that makes me groan.

“Is that all you got, Stevie?” I force out, trying to keep my breathing as normal as I can.

He smirks, the color of his eyes falling darker still. Once again before I can react, he pulls completely out and flips me onto my stomach, giving my behind another sharp smack.

“That’s Captain to you, darling.” He whispers in my ear. “Hands on the side of the couch.”

My breathing is erratic as I follow his order. Was this man even the same nervous thing that could barely touch me a few minutes ago?

His hands grope at my ass.

“Please…” I beg, letting my head fall.

“Please what?”

“Please, Captain..”

“Are you begging?” he chuckles, “Tell me what you want, doll.”

“Fuck me, Captain, please.”

He clicks his tongue a few times, making a tsk sound, “I thought I warned you about that mouth.” He spanks me again, massaging away the sting, “Now ask nicely.”

I’m struggling at this point to even speak. I groan when his hand comes down against my skin again.

“Take me, Captain. I’m yours.”

“That’s better.”

I sigh in absolute pleasure when he finally buries himself inside me again.

A string of soft moans, groans, and curses leaves my lips, earning me that sweet punishment with every curse.

“Steve… Cap…” my head falls again, “Fuck.”

He chuckles, “I’ll let that one slide. Go ahead, doll, let it go.”

A few more thrusts of his hips pushes me right over the edge. After another couple of thrusts, a warmth fills me as he spills out inside of me. He leans forward, trailing kisses up my spine and across my shoulders.

My knees finally give out under me, and he collapses with me.

We lay there, cuddled on the couch. I trace little circles long his chest. Eventually, a unfortunate truth weasels its way into my head.

“So,” I whisper, flattening my hand against his chest, “you’re gonna tell Bucky, right?”

He takes in a slow deep breath, running his fingers through his hair, “Shit.”

Unable to help myself, I giggle, “Language, Captain.”

This earns me another swat to my thigh. I giggle for a moment.

“But seriously…” I sigh, pulling myself up to straddle his hips.

He takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine, “Let’s just keep this to ourselves for now.”

I want to argue, but I choose to stifle it, understanding that he must have his reasons. Instead I just smile and bring my lips down against his.

“Happy late birthday, Captain.” I whisper, my face just inches from his.

“If this was my gift, it was well worth the wait.”

Okay, real talk. Is there anyone who can actually beat Tusk Act 4? in a fight. And I’m not talking about Tusk Act 4 Requiem: Love Train. Not even talking about Tusk Act 5 Requiem Requiem: Love Train. Hell, not even Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Master Tusk Act 6 Requiem Requiem Requiem in Heaven Requiem: Love Train Requiem Requiem. I’m not even talking about Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Master Tusk Act 7 Requiem Requiem Requiem in Heaven Requiem: Love Train Requiem Requiem.
I’m especially not talking about Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Master Tusk Act 8 Requiem Requiem Requiem in Heaven Requiem: Love Train Requiem Requiem Requiem: Requiem Requiem w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Anubis Act 4 Requiem Requiem in Heaven Requiem: Love Train Requiem Requiem.
Not even talking about Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Master Tusk Act 8 Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion: Requiem Requiem Distortion w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Anubis Act 4 Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion.
Nor am I talking about Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Master Tusk Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion: Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Anubis Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem, Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Master Tusk Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion: Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Anubis Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem and with sub-stand, Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Epitaph Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem.
or
Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Master Tusk Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion: Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Anubis Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem and with sub-stand, Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Epitaph Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster All Stand Discs Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem and the Red Stone of Aja + Is a Vampire.
or
Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Master Tusk Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion: Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Anubis Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem and with sub-stand, Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Epitaph Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster All Stand Discs Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ The Red Stone of Aja and the Seven Holy Corpse Parts as a Vampire wielding the Sword of Luck and Pluck.
or
Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Master Tusk Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Requiem Distortion: Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Anubis Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem and with sub-stand, Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster Epitaph Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ Awakened Ultimate Lifeform Spin Master Hamon Monster All Stand Discs Act ∞ Requiem Requiem Distortion in Heaven Requiem Distortion: The World Requiem Distortion: Love Train Requiem Requiem Distortion Act ∞ Requiem w/ The Red Stone of Aja and the Seven Holy Corpse Parts as a Vampire wielding the Sword of Luck and Pluck, Clackers, Soap in his gloves to produce bubbles, and infinite Stand Arrows, Joestar Blood, Alternate Joestar Blood, a Horse, Steel Balls, 4 Testicles, and the Green Baby.
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First Kiss- Liam Dunbar

Request-  i love your writing first off! second, could you do one where Y/N lets it slip that she’s never been kissed so liam, being the good friend he is, changes that? and then they fall for each other idk

It was the day of your sixteenth birthday, and the sudden realization that you still hadn’t kissed a boy seemed to take refuge in the back of your mind. You’d been alive on planet earth for sixteen years, and not once had your lips ever touched a guys. It wasn’t the fact you didn’t want too, it was the fact that you wanted it to be with the right person that made you wait. You had always dreamed of it; the rain, the hands firmly planted on your hips, the peppermint taste as it flooded your mouth and enslaved your senses. It was hard to imagine anything else, after all, you had always hoped and prayed it would go down like that. But the real problem was, you didn’t know who the right person was, or was going to be.


You guessed it was because you were extremely picky about guys, and while there was some truth behind it, you knew the exact reason. It was because of your really close friend, Liam Dunbar. God, that name sent shivers up your spine every time you heard it, a permanent blush filling your cheeks at the thought of of his plump lips wrapped around yours. Sometimes, you hated yourself for thinking those thoughts, you had known each other since you were in diapers, and anyway, you were just friends. He liked Hayden, and everyone could see that.


Don’t get me wrong, you and Hayden have known each other since preschool, but the idea that she and Liam would end up together with a million babies seemed to put you in a damper mood. You weren’t too fond of the “couple” but you had to be behind anything they decided to do, and if they hooked up and came out as a couple, then you had to put your feelings aside and be supportive, no matter how crushed you felt. You really wanted to be in her spot, to know that everyone rooted for you, and to know that someone actually loved you for you.


You looked out your window, watching the fat raindrops splash against the glass pane with a disappointed sigh leaving your lips. You had decided you would rather spend your birthday alone, not in the mood to be around anybody that could make your heart spin and then ultimately crush it. You had, in fact, planned to have your sweet sixteen, but you convinced your mom to let it go after you faked being sick and delirious. Your mother was really upset, but she agreed to not have it, leaving you at home alone with a bowl of soup and some medicine while she went to work. She promised she’d come back and do something with you later if you felt better, but you highly doubted you were even going to get out of bed.


You let your eyes shut, listening to the pounding rain with a content sight. Suddenly there was a knock at your window, your eyes fluttering open to look at the wet figure standing outside. You scrambled from your bed, walking up to glass before swiping a hand over the smooth surface, clearing some of the fog that had formed. You felt your breath catch in your throat, seeing the one person you had been avoiding. You opened the window, taking a couple steps back before grabbing a towel off the floor, handing it to the soaked Liam. “Liam! Are you crazy? You’re going to get sick.” You chided him, running a hand through your messy hair to smooth some clumps.


He smiled at you and chuckled, drying his face off before wrapping the towel around his shoulders. “You weren’t answering any of your calls or texts.” He said nonchalantly, looking around your room with a confused hum. “Why aren’t you decorating? You know, for the party?” He asked, his eyes focusing on the blue dress hanging in your closet.


“I’m not having it.” You simply said, shrugging before walking over and shutting the door, shielding his eyes from the sparkly blue fabric. “I don’t feel good, so we just went ahead and canceled it.” You responded, keeping your back facing him. You didn’t want to see him, that part was true, but the idea that Liam was standing in your room, dripping wet with his hair stuck all over his face seemed to pull you from your shrouded cloud.


“That sucks!” He exclaimed loudly, your head snapping to look at his pouty face. “Man, I had the perfect gift and everything. Oh well, might as well give it to you now.” He grumbled, pulling a small box from his pocket. You turned your body to face him, blinking in surprise. “Remember when we were younger, and you told me you wanted a best friend’s necklace?”


You vaguely remembered the conversation, a smile slipping along your lips. “Yeah, it was going to be half a heart with your name written on it, and you would have the other half with my name.” You mused over the fond memory, looking at the box in the palm of his hand.


“Well, I was shopping with Hayden last week and we found these.” He hummed, flipping the lid open to reveal a moon with the outline of some animal taken out of it. You tilted your head and peeked closer, seeing Liam’s name etched into the moon, a smile crawling on your lips. You looked up with tears in your eyes, smiling giddily when he pulled the silver chain from the box, unclasping it. “I knew I had to get them.”


You turned around and waited, feeling the cool metal touching your neck as he clasped it again. You turned to face him, looking down at it with a warm smile. “What’s yours look like?” You asked curiously, looking at the chain around his neck.


“I never thought you would ask.” He chuckled, pulling the chain from his shirt to reveal a wolf howling. You got closer to look at it, looking at your name etched into the silver. “Liam.” You gasped, throwing your arms around his neck with a warm hum vibrating through your chest. “I love them so much.” You whispered into his ear, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine. He pulled away and looked into your warm eyes, a glow in his own. He started to lean down closer to you, his lips almost touching yours when you pushed him away softly. “Liam, I haven’t- I haven’t kissed a boy yet. And I was waiting for the right time.”


He nodded slowly and looked out the window. “You mean in the rain, with hands on your hips, and the taste of peppermint.” You opened your mouth to ask how he knew such a detail but he beat you too it. “Hayden told me.” He smiled cheekily, grabbing your hand before leading you to the window. You planted your feet into the ground, refusing to move. “Come on, what are you waiting for?!” He chuckled, stepping out the window before pulling you with him. You shuddered when the cool drops of water landed on your skin, your eyes blinking rapidly to clear the water flooding them.


“Liam I was also waiting for the right person, and I don’t know if it’s you yet.” You murmured, taking a step back in hesitation. He blinked, surprisingly less offended than you thought he would be. He smiled softly, a warm feeling tingling in your stomach from his incredibly cute looks.


“Well, my dearest Y/N, there is only one way to find out.” He whispered, his warm hands slipping underneath your shirt to press into your hips, his firm hold surprising you. He pulled you flush against you his chest, his head angling down to look into your eyes. Clumps of hair stuck to your face and the feeling he felt inside prompted his lips to press against yours. You gasped, the taste of peppermint flooding your mouth as he kissed you soft and passionately. The rain made your lips slippery, the kiss molding together perfectly, so perfect, you wondered if it was a dream. You ran a hand through his slick hair, letting out a breathless noise when he pulled away and looked at you. “Happy birthday.” He whispered softly, smiling when he saw a soft pink blush starting to spread across your cheeks.


You smiled and leaned back up to kiss him, wanting to see if the feeling was the same as before, and when you felt the same feeling flare up, you knew it was him. You pulled away and whispered back breathlessly. “Thanks, for making this the best birthday ever and for being my first kiss and for being there for me through everything.”


“If that’s your way of saying I love you,” He chuckled, peppering kisses against your mouth before pressing his forehead against yours. “Then I love you too.”

Sexist Script Notes

I recently had my script evaluated “professionally.” And while I totally agreed with some of what they said and will take some of the advice, I thought one of the parts in the “strength” section of my evaluation was funny in an unfortunate sense. My script features two female best friends (in the vein of a Thelma & Louise type friendship) and the script thrives on them and their friendship. My evaluation said this:

“It focuses on two girls in their twenties who just want to enjoy themselves for a week without the typical distractions (work, relationships, family) that surround the “every girl.” This is an interesting spin and ultimately gives the relationship between the girls almost more of a masculine feel. They never discuss boys (or girls), jobs, or family ties. They simply enjoy themselves in the here and now, which is typically an attribute associated with men…”

I know that this evaluator probably didn’t mean this in any intentional derogatory sense but it’s still interesting to me. That someone thinks, or at least what gets shown most in film, that women can’t just enjoy each others company without there being drama, or gossip, or relationship talk. That because these characters don’t focus on that it makes them more relatable to men. Which was actually not my intent. I’ve always been told to write what I know and I know that my friends and I can talk and have a good time without drama. As much as I loved Mad Max it seems like we still have a long way to go in the industry to change how women are depicted.