[poseidons-wife]

Introduction Post ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Hello, i finally decided to post a little introduction as well as my rules for roleplaying! i have 10+ years of experience and i am oc friendly! some of my fandoms include RoR, JJBA, and Resident Evil to name a few!

♡ Name: Oba 

♡ Aliases : Juno, Mian, any of my ocs really 

♡ Age : 22 

♡ Sexuality : Bisexual

♡ Pronouns : She/They

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Rules and info 

♡ I will NOT roleplay with anyone under the age of 18 and your age must be listed in your bio 

♡ I am semi lit to lit and would prefer my partner to be the same. I can mirror most response lengths and styles, but you do not need to do the same. Please no one liners or ** for actions. I am not too picky on grammar just as long as I can understand what you are saying. 

♡ i mostly do canon x oc pairing as well as double ups! i can do canon x canon, but it is typically done as a double up since it isn't as enjoyable to me. i do not do oc x oc

♡ i am LGBTQ+ friendly and i accept all pairings

♡ i am okay with poly ships as a have a couple myself

♡ I am a big fan of romance and angst, but I am completely fine with action and horror! 

♡ I LOVE aus so please let me know if you have any 

♡ I enjoy darker themes and have just a couple of triggers. Things regarding rape, incest, pedophilia are PROHIBITED in roleplay, but these are fine when it come to character backstories

♡ Please have discord as i will not roleplay on any other platform 

♡ i love talking OOC especially when we get to make fun headcanons and discuss things regarding our characters and ships!

♡ Below is my muse and ship lists!

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[icy-spicy]

MY HUSBAND 🌊👑 oh how I’ve missed him!!!

[just-null]

AS CULT LEADER, I CAN'T STAND IDLY AS A STUPID LITTLE PISS BABY.. SO IM POINTING ONCE AGAIN TO MY BIO. THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE SUGGESTIVE SHIT. LMAO LMAO WARNING.

tumblr will shoot me down if this gets too raunchy, so i'll keep the tamer ones here.. maybe i'll post the others on Twitter.....

AH SO YEAH, IF YOURE YOUNG or dont want to see suggestive stuff in general, THIS POST ISNT FOR YOU.

[under the cut, my suggestive doodles of Noritoshi]

JGKHKFK HES SO CUTE BRO

[poseidons-wife]

I gotta compose myself

[poseidons-wife]

A Pearl

Poseidon x Oc angst

CW: Spoilers for Record of Ragnarok, major character death, graphic description of death, implied suicide attempt, mention of children, no happy ending :) 

If wanted, i can make another variation of this with Y/N

Visual for Oc below :

Art by : Taiyonnii on instagram

Ragnarok was a silly idea that had been proposed in order to save humanity. It was laughable at best. Humans testing their luck against Gods for their survival? It was evident on the outcome, but it had seemed to be entertaining to say the least, just watching humanity fight to stop the end of their pitiful existence. Most Gods had been for this extinction of a whole race, including Mian. 

Mian wasn't a prominent deity such as the 12 olympians, but she was still respected. It didn't come from her accomplishments, rather because of a beautiful pearl ring that rested upon her left finger. The River Goddess had been none other than the Queen of the Seas, the wife of Poseidon. If it hadn’t been for that ring on her finger then no one would be able to tell the two had been involved with one another. From an outside perspective it seemed like Mian was an assistant rather than a lover, but why show any type of PDA when it hadn’t been necessary. 

During the first fight between Thor and Lu Bu, the Goddess sat with a few fellow Gods spectating the match. To everyone's surprise, the human competitor was holding his own against the God of Thunder. Under normal circumstances no human weapon would be able to pierce the skin of that of a Gods, but because Brunhilde had the other Valkyries use Völundr they had a chance. It was cunning of her to say the least, but it seemed she was prepared to do anything to win this. 

Just as expected, Thor had come out victorious. With Lu Bu dead, his troops wished for the same fate and it was granted. It was honorable of them to want the same fight as their leader. 

The next fight was supposed to be Shiva and Adam, but it didn't seem like things went to plan. Mian watched as Zeus and Hermes excused themselves from watching, but she didn’t press on where they were going. It wasn’t her place. She was still curious nonetheless, and her questions were soon answered. 

Adam soon made his entrance to the arena, waiting for his opponent to arrive as well. Shiva was expected to show, but it was none other that Hermes… well, Hermes with a frail old man. The River Goddess only rolled her eyes at the sight, seeing that her brother in law was impatient as ever. Still, she was confident in his victory.

 It was a fight that put most on the edge of their seats as it seemed Adam had the upper hand. Zeus didn’t seem like he was able to land an attack on him, and all his attacks seemed to be used against him. Eventually it was a back and forth fight, tied up until the very end. It was a close match, but as expected Zeus came out on top. 

As the second bout concluded, Mian quickly dismissed herself from the two Gods that had accompanied her for the time being. She had a bit of time before the third was to start, meaning she still had time to get to the waiting area of the arena. Normally she wouldn't be nervous of such a fight, but these humans seemed to come close with each fight so far. It wasn’t possible for a human to best Poseidon, right? 

Mian pushed away her thoughts as she continued her way to the room. Her right hand moved up to give the door a couple knocks before she let herself in. her yellow eyes had landed on a specific God, standing in all his glory. Without any words spoken the Goddess made her way over to the other, her eyes staring up at his face. He didn’t seem to show any emotions very often, and this had been no exception. 

“Promise me you’ll come back.” It was a silly statement, but she still said it. Afterall, he was a perfect being so why should he worry if he were to fight some human? “Do you doubt my abilities?” his tone was cold, just like how he spoke to everyone else. 

“Of course not. But it will reassure me if you promise.” her eyes moved to try and find his own, meeting them briefly. He stayed silent for the moment, catching her eyes with his own, a truly rare thing for him to do. “We are perfect beings. I will not be done in by some worthless creature.” His answer caused her to let out a small sigh, shaking her head in response. “That is not a promise, Poseidon. Tell me you will come back to me after this.” it didn't seem as though she was going to let this down, not until he verbally promised her such. 

Was it really necessary to promise over such a thing, to them both it was evident he would come out on top? 

Mian slowly brought her hand up to gently push back a piece of his blonde hair, pressing her palm against his cheek soon after. Her thumb gently moved along his cheekbone, showing a small bit of PDA. it wasn't like anyone else had been in the room, so there were no peering eyes. The God of the Seas still found promising over something was pointless, but did so regardless. He wasn’t one to show emotions for everyone, but he showed bits when it came to certain beings. “If it will get you to stop this fussing, then I promise.” the River Goddess’s lips slightly turned upwards, showing a brief smile. It was uncharacteristic for either to smile, but it seemed as though he had been the only God to manage to get her to show that kind of emotion. 

“Thank you,” she wanted to share this moment with him longer, but it was soon cut short when a nymph had entered the room uninvited. Mian quickly removed her hand from his face, her eyes moving to look at the being who interrupted them. 

The nymph had seemed to shake under the glares of the rulers of the Seas, Poseidon’s glare being even heavier. “Please excuse me.. Lord Poseidon, Lady Mian..” their voice was slightly shaky, evidently nervous of this situation. “The third round will be starting in just a couple minutes. I-i was sent to come and fetch you, my Lord.” the time they had together seemed to be brief, leading her to let out a soft sigh. 

“We were just finishing up anyways,” Mian glanced up to Poseidon once more, giving him a final word of encouragement. “Best of luck, my dear.” what neither of them knew was those were the last words she would ever be able to say to him. Without any more words spoken between the couple, they had both gone their separate ways; Mian went back to spectate with Hermes and Ares while Poseidon went towards the entrance of the arena to his fight. 

Mian somewhat rushed to get back to the v.i.p section for the Gods, not wanting to miss any bit of the fight. Luckily, she opened the door just moments before Heimdall began to announce the next fighters. When looking at the arena it seemed it would be in Poseidon’s favor as it was primarily water with just a platform in the middle. 

The teal haired woman took her seat once more, crossing her right leg over her left. Her hands were in the opposite, resting against her knee with her glistening under the shade. Despite seeming very calm, she was lost in her own thoughts. He promised he would come back and he had never broken any promise. She had faith that he would come out on top, but she watched how close the other matches had been. At the very least he would be injured, but he would surely win.. Right? 

The Goddess remained calm as Heimdall announced the first fighter, the God of the Seas. The arena erupted with cheers as the God tamed the waters around, making his entrance to the arena. It seemed that everyone had been excited to see Poseidon send another pathetic human fighter to Niflhel. However, on the human side it seemed to be deadly silent with a nervous face on most. The previous fight had been Zeus, and now it was his older brother? 

Once the God had fully stepped into the arena the place had been silent with fear. He had been a terrifying being after all, scaring even the other Gods.  

Everyone had remained quiet as the human fighter was making his entrance. ’The greatest loser’? A man who had not won a single fight in his life was put up against Poseidon? Was that some kind of joke? Not only that, but he was an old man. Not even the human crowd seemed to cheer for such a man, afterall it seemed like their fate was already set in stone. 

Throughout the fight it seemed as to be in Poseidon’s favor, not receiving many injuries. The same could not be said about Sasaki. At certain points his death had seemed to be assured, but barely managed to escape with just various wounds. Even as he obtained a second blade, it seemed as though he was in an uphill battle with the God. 

With everyone on the edge of their seats watching the fight unfold, the unthinkable had happened. 

First it was his right arm, leaving everyone in the arena completely silent. Next was his left, rendering the God with no other option but to use his mouth as a final attempt to end the fighter in front of him. Even as a last attempt, he was unable to deliver his own final strike, rather he had been on the receiving end of the final strike. Sasaki used Sōen Zanko Banjin Ryōran, cutting the God into various places, leaving him to stumble as he was barely holding himself together. 

The normally emotionless Mian starred in horror as the scene unraveled. He promised her. He promised he would come back, but that was just a falsified statement that would never come true. 

As everyone was in such a state of shock, she stood from her seat. She had planned to do the unthinkable, stepping closer to the railing of their section, ready to make her way down to where her beloved had been. Her right hand was on the structure, however her left was held back by the messenger God. even in such a state he figured what the Goddess planned to do, stopping her in her place. 

Finally, the stumbling stopped, but that wasn't the end. That was when the cuts finally took form, his body falling apart into three sections leaving a miniscule amount of his torso with his legs standing. 

With cheers erupting from the humans, Mian could no longer bear to view the sight, turning her head away from her now deceased husband. She tugged her arm away from Hermes, dismissing herself without speaking a single word to him or Ares. What could she say in such a situation? Nothing she could do would bring him back. No one could bring him back. 

Once the Goddess left the v.i.p. Section, her eyes looked down to her left hand. It was what tied her to God of Seas, now being the only living proof that he had once been much more than a soul that was reduced to nothing. 

The longer she stared at the ring, the more everything seemed to become a reality. An unfamiliar wetness began to litter the back of her hand, her own vision starting the blur. Tears. She was crying. It was something that she had never done, so why now of all times. They didn’t seem to stop either, the hot teardrops infinitely forming in her eyes, pouring into her hands. 

She felt pathetic for allowing such emotions to wash over her, she was a Goddess as well as the Queen of the Seas. however, nothing could have prepared her for the sight she just witnessed. Why did it have to be him? The two still had many things to do with one another. They were bound to one another for a millennium, but never had started a family. It had been a plan in the near future, maybe even at the end of Ragnarok as celebration for the extinction of humanity. Truly, Mian wanted nothing more than to raise their children in a world that wasn’t polluted as it is today. 

“Oh Poseidon..” her voice was audible to anyone but herself, her eyes still focused on the beautiful pearl ring that decorated her finger. “I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye to you.. I’m sorry I wasn't able to tell you I loved you one last time. please forgive me..” 

[poseidons-wife]

Heather

This is loosely based on the song “Heather” by Conan Gray

italics are flashbacks

Jotaro x Reader

y/n pov 

I had always been best friends with Jotaro ever since we were just kids. We were each other's very first friend, well we were each other's first for a lot of things. I remember when we were just young kids he would always stick up for me, especially when people much bigger than me would pick on me. Jotaro was always so sweet when we were still young kids. He was always so lively and freely showed his emotions. 

I had mentioned before that we were each other's firsts for a few things, and our first kiss was included. We were curious about what it would feel like, but I guess it was a mistake for us to take part in doing so. If only we didn't share each other's first kiss, maybe i would've never had feelings for him.

 I remember the kiss like it was yesterday, we were 14 at the time. I was staying at the Kujo’s home for the weekend because my parents had to go on a business trip. To the Kujo’s I was practically family so they accepted letting me stay for the weekend. I had been scared of staying in one of the guest rooms for the night, so Holly let me stay the night in Jotaro’s room with him. We had been facing each other, just joking about some stupid things people did in class earlier. 

“Hey Jojo, have you had your first kiss yet?” i had asked out of curiosity not exactly knowing what his answer would be. 

“No not yet, you?” he answered like it was nothing but i had a rosy blush starting to form on my face when he asked the same thing. I only shook my head in response, somewhat embarrassed that I still haven't kissed anyone yet. If i'm being honest i'm surprised Jotaro hasn't either. 

“Maybe we could practice..you know so our real first kiss will be just perfect!” i smiled brightly knowing if we just practiced our first kiss on each other, our true first kiss with that special someone will be just perfect!

“I mean I don't see why not?” Jotaro soon had a blush forming on his cheeks, but was starting to sit up. I followed and we now sat criss cross in front of each other. “So how exactly do we do this..?” he asked slightly confused on where we should start. 

“I think we close our eyes, lean in, and Ta-da!” I made a big gesture as I spoke and watched Jotaro nod his head. We both started to lean in with our eyes closed, and before i knew it we both headbutted each other. 

“Ow! Jojo, your head felt like a rock!” I held onto my head with a small glare on my face towards him, who seemed to look away sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck muttered a small apology. “It's okay, I was just over exaggerating anyway! B-but let's keep our eyes open until we make contact, alright?” I patted his shoulder and he just nodded in response. We kept our eyes open this time around and leaned in. before i knew it our lips were together and my eyes instinctively closed. One of Jotaro’s hands had been on my cheek while mine were both awkwardly placed upon my lap. The kiss felt like heaven on earth and I never wanted it to stop. I know this was just supposed to be an experiment experience, but this is making my heart beat like crazy. 

The kiss lasted for a few more seconds before Jotaro had pulled away. We had both just stared into each other's eyes, me looking into his beautiful ocean like teal, and my e/c ones. I don’t think he wanted the kiss to end that quickly and neither did I, so I think he saw the look as a signal for us to kiss again. We both leaned in once more, but this kiss was longer than the last. This was more loving and meaningful. Like this was a true first kiss with that special someone. 

It was a mistake for us to share our first kiss, but i don’t regret bringing up the idea of it. 

After a few years Jotaro seemed to be distant towards everyone, including his mother who i believe is an Angel walking the earth. We might've been distant, but we were still best friends. We still hung out with each other almost everyday and would still have sleepovers at each other's homes. 

I still think about the time when his mother was on her deathbed and we had to leave for Egypt. Jotaro didn’t want me to tag along because he thought it would be too dangerous for someone who didn't have a stand, but I always kept it a secret that I had one. He was a bit ticked when i told him, but he just brushed it off and we set off to find DIO. We fought a couple stand users and started to stay in a hotel located in Singapore. I remember the exact date this happened. It was the 3rd of December. 

“I’ll share a room with Jotaro if that's alright with everyone!” I smiled and looked at him and the rest of the group for confirmation. They all seemed fine with it. This was gonna be the old times. We soon split up to our designated rooms and I unlocked the door to reveal the two queen sized beds. 

“I call this one!” I called out and jumped onto the bed closest to the bathroom. I laid with my stomach flat against the bed, happy I didn't hear Jotaro complaining about it. I felt the bed dip and moved my head to the side to see Jotaro sitting down. I moved to sit on my knees and tugged gently on his long jacket. 

“Jojo, could i try on your jacket?” i don't remember the last time i saw him without his jacket, it seemed to be like his second skin. He didn’t give much of a response, more so just mumbling something under his breath as he took it off and laid it on the bed. I got off the bed and put on the long jacket. It was too big for me, the bottom of it dragging on the floor. 

“So, how do i look?” I didn't really expect a nice answer from him, but I wasn't expecting what he said. 

“It looks better on you,” he gave me a rare smile and patted the top of my head, “maybe when we get back to Japan we will get you a matching one.” i only nodded my head with a slight blush rising on my cheeks. Being his childhood friend definitely had his perks. 

Everything he did at that point made my heart flutter, it felt like it was about to explode. I really thought he saw me as much more than just a childhood friend. But I was wrong. 

A couple more years went by, we were now 20. Jotaro went off to America to study Marine Biology while I stayed in Japan. He would call me often, every day actually. We would talk about the stress that school was giving us, and the fun activities we did. Most of the time our calls consisted of Jotaro rambling about how interesting all the marine life was. I laid back and listened, truly happy as I listened to the love of my life talk about what made him happy. 

One call was different though. It was the call where he told me he proposed to an american woman named Heather. I had to put on a mask but I couldn't believe that Jotaro was getting married to a woman neither his family or i had met. I told him how happy I was for him. I didn't want him to hear how broken-hearted I was over the phone. Once the call ended I don't remember how long I sobbed for. 

It felt like all the moments we shared together were just out of a friendly bond. There was love behind all of it, just not the kind of love I wanted it to be. 

I stood next to Jotaro as his best man figure. I held back all the tears I had when Jotaro said how nervous he was. I reassured him that she was the perfect woman for him. Our conversation was cut short when the wedding march started to play. 

I wanted to strangle Heather as she walked down the aisle, but I couldn't deny how beautiful she looked. Everything about her was perfect. She was the second kindest person i’ve ever met, she was drop dead gorgeous, and she managed to get Jotaro to fall in love with her. 

I wanted to hate her so much, but my love for Jotaro’s happiness overpowered all my hateful thoughts. I was happy for him. So happy that he found happiness after all the events of Egypt. I was never able to get him out of his lowest slumps, so I envy you Heather. I really do. Please cherish him as much as i do. I wish I were you Heather. 

That was the happiest I had seen Jotaro in a long time. Maybe even the happiest i've even seen him. His wedding soon became the second happiest I've seen him, when he had a child on the way. I was completely over the moon when I was going to be the Godparent of their first born child. 

I had waited outside the delivery room holding onto Holly’s hand in anticipation. I was supposed to be in Japan studying, but who cares about schooling when your best friend is having a daughter. Me and Holly both stood up as soon as we saw Jotaro enter the hallway. It was finally time to meet the beautiful daughter him and Heather created. 

Holly was first to enter due to this being her very first grandchild. She was cradling her with tears falling down. To her it was just like holding Jotaro all over again. 

I was next to hold her. I rocked her back and forth in my arms and looked to Heather, “what's her name?” 

“Jolyne.” she said with a tired smile on her face. She must've been exhausted, so i didn't ask any further questions.

“Jolyne..” i said softly, as i used the back of my finger to caress her small cheeks, “such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” She was absolutely gorgeous, just like both of her parents. 

“I love you Jolyne..” I whispered softly as I saw a couple tears falling onto the swaddle. 

As I look back on the moments I shared with Jotaro, I realized I was just a side character. I might've been helplessly in love with someone who saw me as just a friend, but that doesn’t make me love him any less. Thank you Heather for making him happy. I wish i could’ve been you, even for just a moment. 

[poseidons-wife]

My Love

Abbacchio x reader

“How are you my love? Did you sleep well?” was the first words y/n spoke in the morning. She would lay on her side and run her fingers through her husband’s long, silvery colored hair. He would always just mumble a response, but she knew that he was never good with his words. The two would stay in bed for a while longer, just gazing into each other's eyes in a loving way. Next they would continue their morning routine, with brushing their teeth, washing their faces, and making breakfast together. That's how it always was. That's how it was meant to be.

These days were just like the other besides y/n’s swollen 7 month belly. Her hands were constantly touching her belly with anticipation of their daughters arrival. Abbacchio never left her side, which she was somewhat surprised by. She thought he would be nervous to be a father, but he had admitted to her that he always wanted a daughter. 

 “Leone, I can't wait to meet her!” y/n beamed, an angelic smile on her face, whilst her hands rested on her belly. She never got a response from her Abbacchio, but that was okay with her. He was probably excited and just didn’t know how to respond. It was the same when y/n had told him she was pregnant. 

Just seven months prior the two had been eating a dinner that Abbacchio had prepared for the two of them. y/n started with calling out his name softly, filled with nerves and thoughts that he wouldn’t want a child just yet. He only replied with a small, “Hmm?” causing her to continue what she was saying. “W-were going to be parents Leone..” her voice was as soft as a whisper by Abbacchio could hear what she said. He didn’t speak at all, rather got up from his spot at the table and kneeled next to y/n’s chair. He tried to hide the slight tears in his eyes, but this was one of the happiest moments of his life. 

Over the next few months Abbacchio had completely quit drinking, he wanted to become a better man for their child. Not wanting to be the old Abbacchio who used drinking as a coping method. He was going to become a happier man, no more self loathing. He had no reason to; he had a beautiful wife and a child on the way. It was more than he thought he deserved. 

To everyone else, the sight of y/n calling out to Abbacchio while holding onto her swollen belly was heartbreaking. She never truly accepted the fact that he had been killed at the hands of Diavolo. She acted as if he was still alive, just talking with pictures of him, yearning for a response. That response never came, but that didn't stop her from calling out to him. 

Once it was time for y/n to give birth, instead of holding someone's hand she had been gripping onto a picture of Abbacchio. Her grip was so tight to the point of the glass in the picture frame shattering, cutting her hands up. That wasn’t a concern of hers. In her mind it was her tightly gripping onto his hand and him doing the same. After successfully delivering their daughter into this world y/n looked down at her and smiled. 

“Isn't she just beautiful Leone… look, she has your nose and hair..and she has my eyes and lips.” y/n had tears falling down her face and onto the swaddle of her newborn, “she is the most perfect baby, right Leone?” she never did get a response and she never would. He had been gone for quite some time, and all everyone could do was watch the broken woman call out for him.

[mistaeq]

i don’t understand why everyone hates cioccolata. just bc he’s a sadistic doctor, doesn’t make him any less lovable. i’m such a big simp for him, like if i could i would kiss that man even if i die in the process. i can’t express how much i love him

u.u simping for the ~ chocolate seaweed ~ surgeon🍃

it's difficult to hate him, i think everyone deep down has a soft spot for him. i particularly would love to smooch the green colored parts of his face, he needs lots of k i s s i e s. i sometimes feel bad for the seven page muda he received 👀