Midler fan ( I need merch pls Araki )
link to my AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/users/Faz_girl/profile
I draw, write (when the planets align) and can s
peak eng/fr
Don't be scared to message me, I'm slow to respond but always opened
Multi fandom :
Gorillaz, JJBA, CSM, JJK, MCU, ALST, Bibliomania PJSK, Vocaloid, Arcane, TLOZ, Pokemon, TOH and a lot of random stuff I can't remember
Okay so I don't think it's the best way to introduce this two cause they're kinda toxic and all but !! a start is a start, and this account will probably be full of headcanon for them and me finally deciding if they're jojo OC or if I'm not lazy and I will create their own story
(Don't expect that much update, I'm slow and lazy)
the beautiful man on top is Jey ( Journey for his complete name ) and down there it's Lizzy.
If you want details, it's a AU during WW2 where basically Lizzy torture soldiers instead of facing her trauma and
Jey is a Drag singer for the love of the game ( also the only apothecary who can provide Lizzy her painkillers (Yes he totally use her addiction to keep her near him ( he has abandonment issues)))
I assure you it's the only AU where they're fucked up like this
It's gonna be long and about a Cioccolatta assistant
Vaniglia :
She was born with a problem with her nervous system. It was really weak, almost inexistant, basically she couldn’t feel anything or very faint things. During her teenage years she accidentally tested some passione drugs and discovered that it reinforced her nervous system, she could finally feel things. She had a lot of bad trips due because she was overwhelmed by all those new feelings and all.
Unfortunately, due to her intensive use, the feelings started to fade again. It pushed her to spend even more of the family money. Her mother, fearing for her and her siblings future, left a morning without any letters or information for Vaniglia to find them.
Without any money income, she started even more dangerous jobs and took a lot of risks just to have a daily dose. One day she heard that there will be a delivery in a hospital. Vaniglia was at first there to steal it by acting like a sick patient.
The drug delivery was in fact for Cioccolatta, but he doesn’t use Massimo drug in his first state, he modifies it to allow his patients to feel his work even more by paralysing the motor system but raising awareness. Vaniglia managed to steal the drug after Cio modified it and tried it. It was the first time for years that she managed to actually feel things again.
After, she will start to track Cioccolatta to have more of this drug. Cio thinks, at first, that she is an investigator but understands quickly that she’s just a junkie. But he also noticed that she managed to form a stand.
In Aisles : appearance ( not defined ) - abilities : takes the form of a gas which once inhaled is provoked to reverse the motor system and senses.
Cio finds out that her nervous problem comes from this stand, it stops her from feeling things correctly since it’s always activated. But his drugs are able to surpass her stand power way more easily than the classic one. He proposes to her a deal : she helps him as an assistant and he provides her with as much drugs she wants.
Vaniglia accepted it and she joined Cio's side as his assistant with Secco.
Her relationship with Cio is platonic; she doesn’t have any sentiment for him except respect and maybe a little admiration ( for his medical knowledge and position in pasione).
With Secco, it’s friendship for life, even more when she’s drugged. Under drugs : He reminds her of her younger siblings, so she tries to be more present now that she feels normal and plays a lot with him.
“Normal self” : She treats him like an equal and tries to have real conversations.
When Cio is working they switch from recordings and helping with procedures
She doesn’t have any attachment to the organisation and stated multiple times that if one day another organisation created stronger drugs she will betray them immediately.
Vaniglia isn’t her real name, she forgot it after her mother's departure and her multiple drugs. She has more memory gaps but it doesn’t worry.
Cio wants her to wear makeup too ( to not ruin the vibe or something) so she lets Secco do it for her.
Should I do my coming out during the family reunion next week or not ?
I want to but I'm actually a pussy....... but I'm so tired of not actually state it. My brother knows, some of my cousins knows but I don't know how my parents and other relatives will react but at the same time I need to because I knew who I was since 9y ( I didn't know actually that I was bi but I knew I liked woman too ) and I just want to be honest with them, to be confortable and not feeling like I'm hiding something to them. I wanted too multiple times and I just shit my pants and shut it.
I also think it could help them understand better why I stress for stupid reasons and why I'm so scared people thoughts about me.
Here are some concept art for one of my character. I'm in a contest for comic strips on the theme "Corsair's rose" so I'm doing doomed yuri pirate x siren project ( yay !!!)
to summary quickly, Thalissa ( the second picture ) died and was reborn as a siren. Her girlfriend is mourning her then attracted by her delusions before drowning and being eat by Thalissa. Thalissa will keep her skull, because it brings confort to her (she forgot her previous life)
Toxic, doomed, musical Yuri VS toxic, musical Yaoi
Sua was lonely so I draw 2D and then I realized, "omg they work so well together" you can't say that those two don't work well, I mean both singer, in a complicated relationship and with a lot of insecurities
Gyro blasting "Mystical Magical", but he's singing it seriously, and he's actually putting his whole soul
Diego holding back his laugh *insert Speed face*
Hot pants ( she was dragged here by Diego so he could record cringe videos of Johnny and Gyro and don't pass for a loner loser by coming alone) eyeing the gun in her bag and thinking of ending this night sooner (either a bullet in her head or in Gyro)
Johnny trying to not show his disgust since Gyro said he sings this one just for him ( who is also dancing and taking cliche romantic poses)
Lucy confused but cheering with Pocoloco who is actually spending a good time since they invited him for once
Sandman outside, waiting for the end. He entered back with drinks during the chorus and refuse to step back to suffer more.
If I wasn't lazy, I could have draw a wip or write it but at least this idea is somewhat written ( will not lose ts one 🥹 )
Okay here is the first part and the basic infos for her
💬 6 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · Roxanne !!! ( Gorillaz OC ) · Introducing the bitch who stopped me from revising my exam, also trigger warning for the J-wo
okay so I kinda have her design for each phase
phase 1 (~2) : it's mostly her default haircut with her hair half straight and the rest as a mess
Phase 2 : when she basically suffering from the society and norms, she straight her hair a lot more to fit more easily
and finally phase 3 ( and for now the rest ) : Since she's in prison she doesn't have the time to work on it so they take back their original curls, it also symbolize the fact that she accepts herself and try to hide it less
✿˚｡⋆ Reader trying to ragebait SBR characters (it works)⋆｡˚✿
♡‧₊˚✦ Pairing ✦˚₊‧♡: Johnny joestar gyro Zeppeli Deigo Brando Hot pants x gn reader.
☾⚠︎warnings: erm..idk it's just fluff.
Johnny Joestar.
You'd been watching him shoot earlier. Tusk, the whole thing, precise and devastating and honestly a little awe inspiring
You wait until evening. Until he's relaxed, sitting near the fire, guard down.
"Hey Johnny."
"Mm."
"Do you ever wish you were a better shot?"
The silence that follows is very specific. The kind that has texture.
Johnny turns his head toward you slowly. Like he's giving you a chance to take it back. Like he's being generous.
"What," he says. Not a question. A warning dressed as a question.
You look at him with the most genuine expression you've ever worn.
"Like do you ever think,I wish I had better aim. I wish I could hit things more consistently. Stuff like that."
Johnny stares at you.
You stare back.
"I just ask," you continue, "because sometimes I watch you and I think- wow, there's probably room for improvement there, you know?"
Something in Johnny's eye twitches.
"Room," he repeats.
"For improvement," you confirm helpfully. "Like not a lot. Just some."
"I hit everything I aim at," Johnny says, very quietly, which is actually more alarming than if he'd raised his voice.
"Sure, sure," you say, nodding slowly like you're being polite about disagreeing. "Most of the time."
"All of the time."
"When," he says, and he's sat up now, fully facing you, "have I ever missed."
You appear to think about this. Genuinely, like you're searching your memory and finding things there.
"I mean—"
"When."
"There was that one time—"
"There was no time."
"I could have sworn—"
"You're doing this on purpose," Johnny says, and his voice has gone flat in a way that means he's figured it out, and he points at you, and the pointing finger is very serious. "You're doing this on purpose right now."
You look at the finger. Look at him. Your mouth is doing something at the corners.
"I don't know what you mean," you say.
"You have five seconds to stop smiling like that."
"I'm not smiling."
"You are absolutely smiling."
You press your lips together. The smile gets worse. Johnny looks at you for a long moment with the expression of a man who is in love with someone deeply annoying
He lies back down. Looks at the sky.
"Better aim," he says to the stars, disgusted.
"I'm just being honest-"
"Go to sleep."
"Supportive partners ask these questions Johnny-"
"Go.To.sleep."
You go to sleep grinning and he lies there for another twenty minutes thinking about it before he can let it go and he will never tell you that
You'd learned early on that Gyro has an ego the size of a small country and it is the most fun thing about him. Gyro's ego is cheerful, genuinely entertaining
It starts at lunch.
"Hey Gyro."
"Amore" Affectionate.
"Do you think the steel balls thing actually works or do you just think it works."
Gyro stops eating. Looks at you. "What."
"Like objectively. From the outside. Do you think it's as effective as you believe it is or is that like a confidence thing."
"A confidence-" he puts his food down. "Have you SEEN what I do with the steel balls"
"I've seen some things," you say agreeably.
"I brought down a building"
"I mean—"
"I have defeated multiple armed men"
"Sure but—"
"AMORE." He points at you with enormous offense. "The steel balls are a REFINED TECHNIQUE passed down through GENERATIONS"
"Okay okay," you say, holding your hands up. "I'm just saying."
"What are you just saying??"
"Nothing," you say innocently.
He picks up his food. Mutters something in Italian. You give him four minutes.
"Hey Gyro."
He looks at you with immediate suspicion. Smart man.
Too late.
"Is that hat comfortable."
"...Yes."
"It looks uncomfortable."
"It is not uncomfortable, this hat is-"
"Where did you even get it."
"It was." he stops. Looks at you. His eyes narrow. "Why."
"No reason. Just. It's a choice."
"It's a GREAT hat—"
"Sure."
"Johnny tell them about the hat," he says, turning to Johnny, who has been watching this from nearby with quiet joy.
"Leave me out of it," Johnny says.
Gyro turns back to you betrayed from two directions. You look at him with serene innocence. He points at you again.
"You're doing something," he says.
"I'm eating lunch."
"You're doing something and I don't like it."
You eat your lunch. He watches you eat your lunch. You give it six minutes this time because you're feeling generous.
"Hey Gyro."
"NO," he says immediately.
"I haven't said anything—"
"Whatever it is, NO."
"I was just going to ask about the pizza thing—"
"the pizza is fine."
"The pizza thing back in-"
"Italian pizza is the GREATEST food created by human HANDS."
"I didn't say anything about Italian pizza"
"YOU WERE ABOUT TO"
"I CAN SEE IT ON YOUR FACE—"
Johnny has given up pretending not to listen and is openly watching with his chin in his hand like this is the best entertainment he's had in weeks. Valkyrie has turned her head toward the commotion. Even the horses are watching.
You look at Gyro, who is red in the face and gesturing, and you smile. The full smile. The one that gives the whole game away.
He stops.
Stares at you.
"You," he says slowly, "have been doing this on purpose."
"I love you," you say warmly.
"This WHOLE TIME—"
"You're so fun to talk to-"
"I'm going to-" he stops. And points is very expressive. It communicates many things. "You think you're so funny."
"I think I'm a little funny," you say.
He sits back down. Picks up his food. Then, eventually, against his will, the corner of his mouth moves.
"The hat is a good hat," he says, like this needs to be on the record.
"The hat is great," you agree sincerely.
"The steel balls technique is also-"
"The best I've ever seen."
He looks at you sideways. "You mean that?"
"Every word."
A pause.
"...The pizza comment was too far," he says.
"The pizza comment was too far," you agree solemnly. "I apologize for the pizza comment."
He nods like this is a formal resolution. Then he leans over and tips his hat down over your face and you push it back up and he's grinning that big ridiculous grin and you think you would ragebait this man every day for the rest of your life just to end up here
You've been practicing your expression in preparation. You're ready.
You wait until he's just finished something impressive with his horse. A difficult turn, a complex maneuver, something that demonstrated exactly how good he is. He's a little pleased with himself about it he won't show it, but you know his face and this is the precise moment you've been waiting for.
"Diego."
"What."
"Do you ever wish you were better at riding."
The effect is immediate and beautiful. Diego goes very still in the specific way he goes still when something has been said that his brain needs a moment to process because it shouldn't exist.
He turns to look at you.
You look back.
A person asking a genuine question.
"What did you just say to me," he says.
"I was just wondering," you say, "if you ever think about it. Like improvement areas. Places you could grow as a rider."
Diego stares at you.
"I," he says, "am one of the best riders in this race."
"Sure," you say, nodding.
"I am arguably THE best rider in this race."
"I mean there's Johnny—"
"I am the best rider in this race."
"Okay," you say accommodatingly, like you're humoring him.
Diego's eye does something. A very small movement that means something significant is happening behind it.
"You're looking at me," he says slowly, "like you disagree."
"I'm not disagreeing," you say. "I just think there might be room"
"Room."
"—for you to develop certain"
"Develop."
"aspects of your technique that could"
Diego has gotten off Silver bullet. He is now standing in front of you and looking at you with the focused intensity of someone who cannot decide if they've been gravely insulted or if something else is happening.
"My technique," he says very quietly, "is flawless."
"Diego—"
"I have been riding since I was a child"
"I know"
"Silver bullet responds to things most horses can't even register"
"Right but"
"I have won every mounted challenge in this race"
"Technically"
"Technically," he repeats, and the word sounds like it tasted bad. "There is no technically. There is the result and the result is that I win."
You look at him for a moment. He looks back at you. Silver bullet is watching this with what you would swear is interest.
"You're doing something," Diego says. His voice has gone quieter.
"I'm having a conversation"
"You're doing something deliberate and I want you to know that it won't work."
"What won't work?"
"Whatever this is."
"I'm just asking questions Diego—"
"You have that look on your face."
"What look."
"That look." He gestures at your face with one sharp gesture. "The look you get when you think you're being clever."
You arrange your face into something even more neutral. Blank. A person who has never had a clever thought.
He watches you do this and something in his jaw shifts.
"Better at riding," he says again to himself
"It was just a question"
"It was not just a question."
"asked in good faith"
"Nothing about you is good faith right now."
And then, because you've been holding it for this entire conversation and you are only human, the corner of your mouth moves.
It's small. But Diego sees everything.
He points at you. The point is slow and certain and says there it is.
"I knew it," he says.
"Diego—"
"I knew it from the second you opened your mouth"
"You are the most irritating person in this entire race," he says, which coming from Diego Brando who finds most people irritating is almost a declaration of love. "You did that on purpose and you enjoyed it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," you say, and the smile is fully out now and there's nothing you can do about it.
Diego looks at you for a long moment. The irritation is there, real and genuine, but underneath it is something else, something that lives in the specific way his expression changes when it's just the two of you, something that makes him look almost like a person instead of a force of nature.
He gets back on Silver bullet.
"Better at riding," he says again, one more time, to the air. Disgusted.
Silver bullet turns her head to look at you and you would swear she's sympathizing with you.
"I love you," you call after him.
"I'm aware," he says, without turning around, which is Diego for I love you too and you both know it
You have been with her long enough to know exactly how to get her.
It starts innocently. You're watching her use Cream Starter, something precise and impressive, and you tilt your head.
"Hm," you say.
Hot Pants glances at you. "What."
"Nothing," you say.
She goes back to what she's doing. You watch for another moment.
"Hm," you say again.
She stops. Looks at you.
"What," she says again.
"I just" you gesture vaguely at Cream Starter. "Is it supposed to do that?"
"Do what."
"That thing it just did."
"It did what it was supposed to do."
"Right, right," you say, nodding slowly. Like you're being very polite about something.
Hot Pants stares at you. You look back with the face of a person who has very genuine and sincere concerns they are being diplomatic about.
"It did exactly what it was supposed to do," she says, slower this time.
"No I know," you say. "I just thought and maybe I'm wrong—"
"You're wrong."
"that maybe the consistency was slightly"
"The consistency was perfect."
"Okay," you say.
"The consistency," she repeats, because apparently this needs to be said again, "was perfect."
"Sure." Nodding. Very supportive
"Yeah. Okay."
Hot Pants looks at you for a long moment. You can see it happening the composure doing its job, the practiced stillness holding but underneath it something is pulling at the edges and you can see that too because you know her face.
She goes back to it. Demonstrates it again. with the control of someone who has spent years developing this.
She looks at you.
"Perfect," you say, nodding. And then, because you are who you are
"mostly."
The composure cracks.
her eyes close for one second. One single second. And when they open the look she gives you is so profoundly done with you that it almost makes you feel bad.
Almost.
"Mostly," she repeats.
"Just a small thing I noticed"
"There was no small thing."
"There was nothing to notice," she says, and her voice is very even and very tight. "The technique was correct. The output was exactly calibrated. There was nothing" she stops. Looks at your face. Looks at the smile you are absolutely failing to contain.
The silence is very specific.
"You," she says.
You look at her.
"You've been doing this intentionally," she says. Not a question.
You open your mouth.
"Don't," she says.
You close your mouth.
She looks at you for a long moment and you watch her decide between several responses. The one she lands on is to turn back around and continue what she was doing, with perfect form, without another word.
You watch her. The smile is fully out now. You're not even trying.
"It really does look perfect," you say, genuinely this time.
"I know," she says.
"I mean it."
"I know."
"If you say one more word," she says, calmly, "I will use Cream Starter on you specifically."
You believe her. You also believe she won't. You also know that the very slight change in her posture, the one that means she's letting something go, means you're forgiven.
"You're really good at it," you say softly, actually meaning it now.
A pause.
"I know that too," she says, and her voice has lost the tight edge, and when she glances back at you the look is different.
You grin at her.
She looks away. But the corner of her mouth does something she doesn't let become anything before she shuts it down.
Today I passed my exam, even though I got a mention "bien", I actually hated it because I messed up thrice during my pieces and my mother tried to reassure me saying it was good and beautiful but I feel like she doesn't understand how much this means to me.
Music is my safe place, it always helps with my moods, my emotions and playing it is even more powerful. When I play it's just more than just producing sound or following the sheets I live through it and even more when it's a sheet I worked on for weeks, I learned by heart struggled on passage and just not achieve it is, yes no that bad for the jury cause they look at the totality, but it is for me, cause I felt like I failed like every thing I worked on were for nothing.
I hated it, I was stiff as hell didn't play but just focused on playing the right notes and all.
Maybe I need to calm a little more but I also needed to put words on those feelings
