#Jojotag

[jabberwalky-talky]

stepdad kira....flashing cawk...while he pissin wif da door open....I just like the idea of him being a lil startled and tryna make it out like you did it on purpose...

cw: (Pseudo Incest, Urine, Implied Underage)

This man is a deranged variety of exhibitionist. Like a parasite, he's wormed his way into your life and latched on in every respectable fashion, leeching and sucking dry the once privileged status of your privacy. Initially, you hadn't had high hopes for a new man coming into the family.

Kira had smashed those expectations into the ground, grinded his shoe into them, and spat on what brittle remnants remained.

He'd come into your life and turned it upside down without a shred of remorse, all the while winning the adoration and praises of your mother, who couldn't see past his painfully boring and unsettlingly pristine exterior. A curfew was enforced, your grades were checked ad nauseam, and a disturbingly pleasant tradition of a family dinner each night came to be.

Making six figures and driving a posh work car and versed in literature, Yoshikage Kira had a hard time drawing suspicion to him from anyone save for his stepchild. Chalk it up to bitter teen angst and a lack of trust or a case of jealousy, either way it was blaringly obvious he was hiding something to you.

Your mother, didn't think so, unfortunately. Perhaps only you were privy to the strange glint in his eye whenever he'd leer under his lashes after asking you what you thought of the latest recipe he's made for dinner. You come to find it takes a ridiculous amount of self restraint not to storm off from whatever the Hell this is - His mere presence has you shuddering under a Truman show uncanniness, as if every work out of his mouth is overly measured.

Perhaps you get to a breaking point after an overly gently reprimanding for some minor disobedience. You're under the impression your boundaries have been impeded upon by the intruder in your own home. Insomnia plagues once comfortable nights, your mind always awaiting his nightly check in to ensure you've really turned your lights off this time. If you hear the low lull of his voice one more time, you think you will tear the hair right off your scalp.

Catching dirt on this man is no easy task given how his rigid schedule involves a lot of downtime when off work consisting of meditation and stretching and surprisingly rigorous exercise. He's constantly hyperaware of his surroundings, no doubt catlike in his mannerisms, and he's got the unnerving ability to walk near silently. He hadn't thought you'd be the type to ditch school early, unaware of just how deep this little grudge of yours ran. You hadn't even unlocked the door- you'd crawled through the window, armed with the flip phone you'd bought from the mall without his knowledge. The house was in pristine condition as always, crisp and spotless ever since Kira had anything to say about it. Down the hall, the master bedroom door is open, and you can hear the too quiet shuffling of his clothes. You presume he’s getting ready to shower after his afternoon work out and had no good reason to shut the door if he was under the impression he was home alone.  You’re creeping as silently as you possibly can... maybe you’ll catch a smear of lipstick on his shirt collar, you’ll find a cigarette in his pocket- anything to imply that this man is anything less than robotically sterile. Though your heart is racing and pounding nigh in your throat, you’re suddenly hit by the sound of a gentle streaming- liquid hitting stagnant liquid. The finger over the record button falters- you can’t press it, you can’t force yourself to, not when you’re wide eyed watching your step father relive himself with his disturbingly impressive prick. 

Maybe that’s why mom likes him.  He sighs, lashes fluttering as he pisses, the steady flow a healthy pale yellow with a single hand to guide its direction. It shouldn’t be such a mesmerizing sight, his boxers pulled down, shirt just the slightest bit damp and his bangs clinging to his forehead, looking so utterly blissed out.  The second he’s done wiping himself and tucking his cock away, your eyes meet and the color drains from both of your faces. Seemingly, time slows, and you didn’t have a split second to even wipe your watering jaws, only dropping the phone and going to make a break for it when you’re snatched up by the wrist, his palm still warm.  He’s about to shove an accusatory finger in your face, pupils small, only to be interrupted-

“You didn’t wash your hands.”

[destroyhorse]

i dont even hate rohan im just a card carrying member of the Okuyasu Nijimura Defense Squad

[risottonendoroid]

"howl ur a lesbian why the fuck do you care about jojo bpys so much stop crying"

[fwomp]

don’t mind me, just slowly walking up the walls

[destroyhorse]

also he inexplicably joined the same fishing club as buccellati on his own

finn and i made a ton of jojo characters in the sims and like 

yoshikage kira keeps showing up in the wildest places. we sent the stone ocean gang to do some karaoke and we zoomed out into the outside area and kira was out there busking with a violin and fucking crushing it. we never had him practice violin.  he learned how to do that on his own and he is using it for side cash. 

he kept following buccellati and abbacchio around on their date, even so much as sitting on the same bench they were flirting on

he showed up at a random party in the middle of a park that foo fighters got invited to, and had what seemed to be a decent conversation with diavolo. also he danced really badly 

we haven’t even played with the kira/kawajiri house yet, we just plonked them down into a lot while we’ve been building/decorating other houses. he’s living an entire freak life independent of us. 

[aphroditzy]

me to my sisters: if the boy you're dating makes you a playlist and beautiful soul by jesse mccartney is not on there then he probably doesn't love you.

me also to my sisters: but if he puts you and i by one direction then he just wants to get in your pants

[automatomik]

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IM DOING ANYMORE

TF2//JJBA Cosplay || JJBA: Fortress Crusaders 

[jabberwalky-talky]

Something Is Not Right

General Fetish things for DIO:  (CW: Emeto, Eructo, Eprocto, Light Feederism, Stomach Stuff, Predator/Prey Dynamics)

Dio is cruel in just about every facet of his person. He lives to one up those under him and he has a particularly uncouth tendency to single out one individual rather than a number of unfortunate servants when he’s in a poor mood or under the weather. His servants around the mansion are privy to this, and it’s not uncommon for those with a weak sense of loyalty to end up as his next meal. To preface, vampire biology is weird, first of all, and despite spending over a century as a vampire, Dio retains his old hunger for mortal delights- food and sex over all other pleasures. The downside to this is that his body is no longer technically living- Most of his organs lie “dormant”, and are only used to regulate bodily functions occasionally, which means when he does decide to put them to use, often times the end result is less than... pleasant. 

It typically garners a pretty disgusting reaction out of him. 

He’s damn well aware that human foods (his favorites being expensive red meats and dripping, fatty, decadent meals paired with a six thousand dollar bottles of wine) do not agree with him at all. Maybe he’s too stubborn, and maybe he does it out of spite, but that hedonistic side of him adores gorging himself to the point of being violently sick. (See bouts of blood stenched gas. It’s... wretched.)

It gives him a thrill like no other, feeling his gut roil and squirm and lurch at the rich diet he forces down his gullet. It reminds him of his days as a human- possibly a side effect of his demented childhood, he has formed this unhealthy relationship with food and drink, given how food aggressive he gets. Before coming to the Joestar estate, Dio had to work for his meals and even then, they weren’t good meals at that. Power over people is nice, but power over sustenance is a whole other form of high to him.

Therein lies another issue tying back to his general sadism- How he takes it out on those around him. He’s gathered an extensive group of people that’d bend over backwards for him and he likes to play a sort of “game” to test which unlucky (or lucky, depending on your perspective) individual’s sense of loyalty to him. The first set of “trials” if you can even call them that involve you hand feeding him, his razor sharp fangs snapping at your fingers if you get them too close. He will bite if you are not careful, and he will take your fingers clean off. Seeing the fear in your eyes and the sense of impending dread of what’s to come gets him fucking randy as sin. 

Several bites in and he’s having you wipe the drool from his lips, your fingers shaking as you delicately dab at his handsome face... He expects you to treat this as a “privilege” and to savor every last moment you’re touching him. This also extends to when he has you pluck tendon fibers from his teeth and run your fingers over his tongue, hot, vile breath panting in your face the entire time. It’s wet and heavy smelling, and it leaves the flesh on your cheeks feeling sticky.  

Don’t be surprised if you’re sudden getting a belch to the face right as you’re cleaning away at his gums- the man is as shameless as they come knowing you’re choking back a gag at the meaty, distinctly aged aroma. He’ll chide you a bit if you pause, asking what’s the matter? Did something bother you just now? It’s better not to humor him honestly. It’d just prompt him into forcing you into a kiss followed by a prompt regurgitation of his previous meal into your mouth... He’ll tell you that you might enjoy it a little more if you got familiar with his diet. His acute control over his internal system allows for a very unfortunate position to whoever is stuck with him for the night. He revels in your tears, in the thinly veiled wretches you can’t even hold back whilst tasting his partially digested and disgustingly noticeably room temperature food.  However, if you do play it safe, you’re going to be stuck massaging his stomach for hours at a time in that massive bed of his, sinking your fingers into his doughy bloat and forced to endure just about everything coming out of him. Due to the slowed metabolism, Dio’s going to have one hell of a case of bubbleguts going both ways. Pray he doesn’t make you suck him off during or after that belly rub, because he has not a single shred of decency to hold back for the sake of what is essentially less than a pet to him. 

[destroyhorse]

my idea of diavolo is mostly gayle waters-waters if gayle waters-waters really liked cobra starship

[destroyhorse]

[destroyhorse]

angery

[destroyhorse]

Imagine Your OTP:

Person A: *is alive*

Person B: *also is alive*

[destroyhorse]

[destroyhorse]

eulalia ciabatta.. of the extortion squad... her stand 「FEVER TO TELL」allows her to plant her sense of sight/hearing/speech at far distances to spy on people. makes for great blackmail! the drawback is that while FTT is borrowing one of those senses, she cannot use it herself which can leave her vulnerable if shes going it alone.

trying to figure out her design more... i like drawing it but its not like. There yet, u know? not pushed to what it could be. i did recently give her flower petal eyelashes bc why not. and trying some designs for FTT... pretty satisfied w the sight + speech flowers, still trying to nail the hearing flowers down. i’ll get there

[destroyhorse]

dont fukn label him (x)

[destroyhorse]

me: is polnareff a scalie now

casey: (very seriously after like 3 seconds of deep thought) ...... no