Hayes

Sharing Shidou yumeshipper. Shidou's real wife ♡ Adult

[hh4yess]

Hayes ~ Sharing Shidou Yumeshupper 🩺 : Milgram, One piece, Jojo's bizzare adventure, Alien stage, KoRn, HIM, The Beatles I write! sometimes Shidou x reader or Shidou x oc <3 I also drawwww

Masterlist (wip)

"I never knew how damaging i'd be to you.." DNI : basic dni criteria.

Idk what else to put here hehe :3

[hh4yess]

WHERE ARE MY OTHER SHIDOU YUMESHIPPERS AT??? I wanna find a double so bad its not funny. All ones ive found r non sharing 💔💔 BROOOO

[hh4yess]

I just wanted to say your yumeship art from July 1st came up on my FYP and it’s so good!!! I love your art style!!! Are you self taught or did you take drawing classes?

AWWW TYSMMM 🥹💕💕 I'm kind of self taught. I did take art classes in secondary school but you know how it is....we were only really allowed to draw realism. In college though, i studied animation and we had an illustration class once a week which definitely improved my art! So id say its only really been the past 2 years that I've drastically improved because of college.

[hh4yess]

EEEKKKK A SHIDOU YUMESHIPPER. I love your art so much ahhhhh

TYSMMMM ♡♡♡ I love shidou hehe I WILL BE POSTING MORE ART TOO YAYAYAYAYAYYY

[hh4yess]

Shidou fanart i did a bit ago. I might redraw it (≧▽≦)

[hh4yess]

Shihayes if they weren't in Milgram 🥹

I LOVE THEM SM BRO art by me!

[doodles-in-sand]

Something about penitence and death.

[doodles-in-sand]

honoyrary mikoto

[squales4life]

EVERYTIME HES ON SCREEN- I HAVE NOTHING APPROPRIATE TO SAY. IM LITTERALLY THE WORST PERSON TO WATCH ONE PIECE WITH.

gng idc if he only has one arm, i will be bouncing off that 🤤 till the whole ocean can feel his haki as we go for 4 rounds, till i’m litterally shaking and he tells me i can go for another . Till he’s had enough and flips me under himm and grabs my wrist with his one hand above my head and tears me open

[thelawyersyumepalace]

Uhhh.....so I'm gonna say something I guess(?) controversial in the Milgram fandom....

People saying Shidou is like....the most selfish character in Milgram--or even one of the most selfish characters--just always irked me. Cause like yeah, obviously no one plans to be in car accidents, and him killing that truck driver was horrible. But....my guy:

He just found out his family was fucking bulldozed

Wasn't allowed to even leave, instead operate on the guy that killed them

Just wanted to fucking get to his five year old preschooler son who could've been fucking dead right now (spoiler, he was)

His crime does not define him as a whole person. You literally just read what he did at his worst and decided "Most selfish person in the world". Throughout the entire course of Milgram, Shidou never saw himself as fully human and only found a spark to keep living when OTHERS needed him

Yeah, sure, most selfish prisoner in Milgram. Not Miss "I stabbed my classmate because she looked me at like empty air"

[nyukaart]

The winter after the fall of a soldier

[purplecraze]

Massive W for being a fugonara shipper

(It was brought to my attention that W means ‘win’, It was a bit unclear;; but thank you very much~~

have a rant

We start of with the opening scene of the boys. And let me just address the elephant in the room right away:

is this an okay thing for Fugo to do? No :) But does it define his entire personality? NO :)))

People always misinterpret this scene. Yes, he is sticking his fork in his friend's cheek, yes it is to establish that he is an unstable and bipolar character.

however, people often fail to see the full context.

Narancia was complaining that he didn't feel like studying. You know, in the way students complain more often. And Fugo replied to him in a sweet and encouraging way, giving him compliments and showing him that he has already gotten very far as he is now.

(the literal translation if this line is 'If it's you, you can do it.')

also, from this line, we can conclude that it was in fact Narancia who asked Fugo to teach him, not the other way around. If it was something so unpleasant, he wouldn't have asked Fugo about it.

So Fugo was trying very hard for him, trying to keep it at Narancia’s level. And I’d also just like to point out that Fugo asked him to solve ONE problem, and then it would be over. He didn’t assign him a row of different sums to solve. Just one.

if you look at the sideline, Narancia was already making stupid little doodles, having lost his attention span. Narancia really just didn’t bother thinking of a proper answer.

from the intonation Narancia is using in Japanese, it’s very clear that he’s provoking Fugo. He knows it’s not correct, he’s just trying to annoy him.

Fugo was already annoyed with Mista too, so even if it’s exaggerated, it’s not strange that Fugo got upset about it. He had tried his best to use a kind and gentle approach, but clearly that didn’t work.

so yeah. Fugo had ground for saying this.

Then, people are always all ‘uwu, Narancia innocent baby boy.’

Please give the boy some credit, damn. Yes, he’s cute and spunky. But if he wanted to gut Fugo, he would. The boy is feral.

And most importantly: anti’s always ignore the scene after it.

this scene is just..... so absolutely brilliant. Because it conveys 2 things at the same time: 1. They both apologize instantly. Just look at how tenderly Fugo is reaching for Narancia’s face(/shoulder in the manga), and Nara for Fugo’s hand. It just shows how they’re 2 messy teenagers who fight and make up. 2. they INSTANTLY and SIMULTANIOUSLY decided to fucking ignore Giorno. Just straight up in his face went like ‘nope. Time to be brats.’ They were so in sync about it too.

mother is not pleased~

Also considering this entire introduction scene. It was written out to bring across that all 4 of them at the table are FUCKING SHITS.

They are a group of terrible degenerates. That’s the entire stick! So why the fuck complain that Fugo is being mean to Narancia as if they’re not all equally terrible towards one another??? They’re teenagers! They mess with one another! That’s a thing!

And aside from that, they are in the mafia! And as much as I also dislike how people make Bucciarati the milf mom of the group, people just don’t understand how crime organizations work. if you don’t give one another some tough love, your buddy may very well be dead in no time.

The moments Fugo gets upset with Narancia is at moments where Narancia is being careless. For Fugo, who is a senior in this kind of lifestyle, he is warning Narancia the hard way. Because if he’s not harsh with Narancia, Narancia will find himself dead in the gutter. You wouldn’t survive that kind of lifestyle if you dote on one another and be overly kind and polite. That’s not the kind of relationship ANY of them have with one another! They’re all trying to SURVIVE in this world of crime and know that it’s better to punch one another, if it means they won’t get punched by someone who thinks less favorable of them.

If Narancia would have shown disrespect to a Capo less lenient that mr Pericole, it could have meant his death. If Narancia would be followed to the vineyard, they’d all be dead. Fugo’s aggression doesn’t sprout from anger: it sprouts from worry.

Because we see him worry and care for Narancia in particular a lot.

and it’s undeniable that there’s a lot of trust between the 2, often turning towards one another for assistance.

And there’s a connection. I can only describe it as fate. The moment Fugo saw Narancia, he felt the need to help him. Even thought that highly contradicts everything we know about Fugo, all the more when he was younger. He’s not the type who selflessly reach out a hand, yet with Narancia he did.

The way how Fugo shouted that Narancia needs some spaghetti was hilarious. But the thought behind it is just so beautiful. Narancia looked all dirty, in rags, starved. He probably didn’t want anyone to see him. Yet Fugo SHOUTED. That boldness that the other had the right to stand there proudly might have had an even bigger impact on Narancia than just getting a free meal.

He walks in all hunched and small, but once Fugo shouts, he stands up straight.

Also, in PHF, Fugo gets upset with the restaurant owner for looking down on Narancia.

Also, considering Bucciarati didn’t want Narancia to join and just getting to meet Polpo isn’t something an outsider could do, it’s inefitable that Fugo was the one who referenced Narancia. Narancia couldn’t have joined if not for Fugo.

If we look at Fugo’s background, I think it’s not far-fetched to say the boy knew absolutely NOTHING of modern pop culture and music and dancing. So then HOW THE HELL was HE part of the Torture Dance???? I can only imagine that Narancia told him all about music and dance and popular artists. He must have been so proud that there was something he knew and Fugo didn’t. And for them to be so in sync with the dance, they have definitely spend a long time practicing, maybe already far before Mista joined the gang. You wouldn’t do that if you weren’t very close with someone, all the more because it’s not that much in Fugo’s character.

And then there’s that beautiful last scene. I know it’s anime only, but the staff wouldn’t put it in if it wasn’t canonically plausible. Fugo was on the other side of the country, he had no way of knowing what was going on with the rest. Yet he felt the premonition that something had happened. And Narancia’s soul, in those last moments, turned to Fugo.

[lridescentmoon]

I want shanks to literally throw me on the bed and do whatever he wants with me, fr.

[yaizastuff]

HI HI I came across ur account and I rlly love ur writing style! Is it okay if I request a speedwagon x reader. I'm not really good with plot lines 😭 so maybe something along the lines of where speedwagon also got injured during the first fight with Dio, and the reader is caring for him. Maybe just slight nsfw, nothing too extreme yk :D tysmmm 💕

HEYYYY HOW U DOIIING 😼🙏

Omg I love mamma Speedwagon but I have never EVER written for him, this is super excitiiing and I loved writing this!

I made it not so SPECIFIC nsfw, more like romantic and leaving more to imagination, just some soft passionate romance for this baby Speedy. I really hope its what you wanted!! Pls feel free to write me again for a fluffier version if you don't like it.

ENJOY! <3

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Ash and Aftercare

Speedwagon x Reader (SLIGHT nsfw)

The Joestar manor burned behind you—crimson flames licking the sky like a devil’s applause. The night had swallowed the air in smoke and silence, broken only by the distant groans of crumbling stone.

You ran through it. Barefoot. Dress torn. Heart hammering like war drums in your chest.

Jonathan, the Joestars heir, had survived, that you knew. He was recovering inside the mansion’s west wing. But it wasn’t him you were searching for in the rubble.

You found him slumped near a cracked column beneath a half-fallen arch, coat blackened with ash, hat missing, blonde hair darkened with blood.

“Speedwagon!”

Your voice caught like silk on thorns. A painful scream of fear escaped from your lips.

He turned his head slowly, blinking at you through a smear of soot across his brow. “Hah… I thought I’d imagined you.” Even though the sight of him moving and talking dramatically broke some tension inside your chest, you ran as fast as you could to reach his figure.

You dropped to your knees beside him, hands already shaking as they reached for his wounds—one deep along his ribs, still bleeding sluggishly, another down his shoulder like a cruel fingerprint of Dio’s fury.

“Why didn’t you say you were hurt?” you breathed, panic pressing hot against your throat.

He gave you that crooked, gallant grin. Even bloodied, it had a way of softening you. “Figured Joestar needed the spotlight for once.”

“This isn’t funny,” you hissed, voice cracking as your hands hovered over his skin.

“I know,” he murmured, quieter now. “But if I don’t smile, I’ll pass out. And I really wanted to see you one more time before I did.”

Your throat tightened.

You ripped the hem of your overskirt and pressed it firmly to his side, ignoring his hiss of pain. “Don’t be dramatic.”

His breath hitched as your hand held pressure, fingers stained red. “Can’t help it. Not with you lookin’ at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m worth savin’.”

Your eyes snapped up to his.

He meant it.

He meant every broken little word.

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You helped him into the mansion through sheer force of will and stubbornness, both of you leaning on each other as if any wrong breath might be your last. You brought him to the your guest chambers— that weren't nothing as fancy as the Joestar's ones but at the very least they were quiet, cool, and most importantly, safe.

By the time he sat on the edge of the bed, Speedwagon was pale, trembling. But his eyes never left you. Not when you washed the wounds. Not when you undressed him slowly to clean and bandage. Not even when your fingers hesitated just under the bruises blooming across his ribs.

The silence between you was loud.

Heavy.

And when you brushed his hair back, he leaned into it.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

You said nothing. Only kissed his forehead, lingering there.

“I’m not done with you yet,” you murmured against his skin.

He chuckled, weakly. “God, I hope not.”

The lamp, painting gold over Robert’s bare chest and the curve of his shoulder. The scent of smoke had faded, replaced by fresh linen, dried blood, and the faintest trace of your perfume lingering on your fingers.

He lay propped against the headboard, breath slow, lips parted. Still recovering. Still bruised. But watching you—always watching you.

“You’ve been starin’,” he murmured, voice like gravel laced with honey.

You scoffed softly, trying to look away. “You’re the one half-naked in a bed, Speedwagon.”

“And you’re the one still dressed like you’re not tempted.”

That made your breath catch—just a little. He noticed.

You deeply looked at him, deliberately, until you stood beside the mattress. His eyes tracked you with aching reverence, as though you were some fever dream conjured by blood loss and longing.

“You scared me,” you said quietly, kneeling beside him again. “Out there. I thought I was going to lose you.”

His hand brushed your cheek—knuckles rough, movements careful. “You didn’t. I’m right here.”

The kiss came naturally.

Soft at first. Just the ghost of your lips brushing his—testing, tasting. He breathed your name like it was a confession, his hand tangling in the back of your hair as your mouths pressed together again, deeper this time.

Heat bloomed between you. Slow, intoxicating.

His lips were urgent, but not rushed. Like he wanted to memorize every tilt of your mouth, every sigh you made when his hand slid down your spine. You climbed into the bed with him, straddling his lap carefully, your skirts pooling around his hips.

He hissed at the pressure near his ribs but didn’t pull away. “I’m fine,” he murmured into your mouth. “I don’t care if it hurts.”

You kissed him harder in response—hands roaming across his chest, over gauze and bruises. He groaned against you, one hand at your waist, the other caressing the curve of your thigh, just under your skirt.

Your breath hitched as his hand slipped higher. He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes wild and reverent all at once.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped. “I’ll stop, right now.”

You shook your head slowly. “Don’t.”

The shift was subtle. The way your hips moved against his, how his fingers clutched you tighter. The kiss broke, only to start again—deeper, messier, laced with something far too raw to name. Hands sliding where they shouldn’t, clothes slipping from shoulders, gasps swallowed by eager mouths.

You felt his pulse under your palm. Fast. Unsteady. Just like yours.

And when he laid you down beneath him—gentle, careful, eyes locked with yours—it wasn’t about lust.

It was about being alive.

About still being alive.

....

The storm had passed.

His body rested against yours, heavy with exhaustion, skin flushed and cooling slowly beneath the linen sheets. There was only the soft warm light of the lamp on the nightstand and the slow, steady drum of his heartbeat against your palm.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns along the edge of his shoulder, slipping over the thin line of a bandage.

“You alright?” you murmured into the quiet, lips ghosting over his jaw.

Speedwagon let out a breath—something between a laugh and a sigh. “Better than alright. You’ve got magic in your hands, y’know that?”

You huffed a smile against his neck. “I think it’s just bandages and tenderness.”

“No,” he whispered. “It’s the way you looked at me. Like I wasn’t just lucky to be alive… but deserving of it.”

That silenced you.

Because somewhere in the quiet, between bruises and breathless gasps, you’d realized it too. This wasn’t a fling. This wasn’t just proximity or adrenaline. It was what had been building since that day on Ogre Street—when you saw a gangster drop his blade for honor and loyalty.

You shifted to face him, tucking a strand of blonde hair from his forehead.

“You’re more than what they see, Robert. You always have been.”

His eyes softened, those stormy blues glinting gold in the candlelight. He leaned into your hand, kissed your palm like it was sacred.

“No one’s ever said my name like that.”

You kissed the scar on his ribs. “Then they didn’t deserve to.”

He chuckled, voice hoarse and warm. “If I’d known nearly dying would’ve brought me here, I might’ve thrown myself at Dio’s boots sooner.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Don’t joke like that.”

He sobered instantly. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know how to be with someone like you. Someone who sees through all the bluster and still—”

“Loves you?” you whispered.

He stared at you for a long, quiet moment.

Then nodded.

Slowly. Reverently.

“I do,” he murmured. “God help me, I do.”

You curled into his side, arm draped across his stomach, heart beating steady against his chest.

“No gods here tonight,” you whispered. “Just you and me.”

And when he fell asleep, hand still wrapped in yours, you stayed awake just a little longer—watching over him the way he always watched over Jonathan, over everyone.

But tonight, he was the one being held.

And you wouldn’t let go.

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THIS ONE WAS SO COOL i loved it so freaking much it was so romantic to write and to imagine, please, let me know what u think in the comments and suggestions!!

Lov y'all 💞

[diobrandoisgay]

ship jotajosu for clear skin

[aichan-artblock]

I’m having jojo feels after they announce part 7 animation on the making! So I’m excited to share more of my old works. More to come! Stay tuned!

[imperfectercell]

i think they should let josuke be judge jury And executioner