#Kenny G

[shiftythrifting]

1. Threat shirt

2. Bear lamp that looks like he's huffing paint

3. Kenny G Keeping It Saxy board game??

4. Scary Peter Pan doll (I guess?)

5. I'm with creepy

6. Deadpool shirt

7.uhhhhhhhhh... monke.

[worlds-worst-ships]

Do you ship it? ("Goodwin, please stop doing this" edition)

I could've made this absolutely disgusting, but I'm gonna hold back for now because when there's a chance the person might actually see it, I kinda wanna ease them into the cesspool that is this blog.

My god, imagine me writing a crackfic about Dan. Where would that even go? Him using the vibrations of a guitar to pleasure an anthropomorphic stegosaurus? Him using his long, beautiful curls as rope to tie up Yoda's nutsack, cutting off the circulation until it drops off? Who knows?

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

Remember this status I wrote 2 days ago? Link

Yeah, it turns out I already had a screenshot edit in my Paint.Net 7 months ago, but never finished it because I was horribly lazy and didn't feel like using the program at the time. But then when I remembered the screenshot edit I did last month, it caused me to remember this one, thus pushing me to finish it.

Anyways, I got the inspiration from this Tumblr post by @iceicewifey: Link

I never did any drawings of her with DIO's house servants together, instead drew them separately, so I thought it be a good idea to draw her with the boys together and being cool and evil looking doing it since at that point she's DIO's housemaid.

Sorry if she stood out a little too much, I tried my best to make her look like she belongs in the environment, but it wasn't easy to do, also didn't help that the screenshot came from a pixilated Adult Swim clip that got recorded to YT(hence the small icon edit behind Medea's body).

[djevilninja]

Two hearts, two of a kind; Love at first sight - why do they say love is blind? Slow down, we don’t have to move fast, ‘Cause the love that is real is made to last.

Smokey Robinson feat Kenny G - One Heartbeat

*slow motion, baby

[dozydawn]

[kazekothestrange]

Finally scored one of the JoJo wafers that comes with a sticker, and who did I get... But fucking Kenny G X'DD

I was hoping for my husband, but I got Mariah's instead

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

🏮HAPPY MOON FESTIVAL 🌕 中秋節快樂HAPPY MID-AUTUMN FESTIVAL🏮

🌕 中秋節快樂 🏮 Happy Moon Festival 🥂

[domquixotedospobresblog]

When a heart is free for a long time, its owner runs a great risk of being easily deceived by beautiful words and verses that fit well into the sad story she carries about loves back then. An opportunistic man, as has happened here sometimes, may want to approach this fragility with less than half-truths. He only needs gaps to put some right words and call you to talk. That outstretched hand or that friendly ear may hide another and perhaps a worse enemy. Because the first fall hurts. Now imagine being knocked down again by the one who just helped you get up. Poets are unfinished beings on certain occasions. They lead themselves to live stories out of pure illusion that the stories they write are already real, from other lives, in fact. And these "Farewell Poets", for those who have references to the fable of Venice, must know that they are only on the lookout, girl, for the content that your own poems contain. They already know a lot about your lives through each line you wrote, each exposed fracture and each stab in the back that you received. You've already received it, they study your likes and dislikes, then it becomes easy to enter when your heart stops bleeding, they soothe the wound so they can enter your lives and have what they want for a night, a week and even a month, then comes the goodbye, you won't even realize that it was just part of another trap by a "Poet of Goodbye", if you're going to choose someone to talk to or vent to, let it be me, or maybe I'm one of them, you see how difficult it is to know about people with just a few conversations, stay alert, wounded girl, or you could be the next victim of a goodbye.

Jonas r Cezar

[brazilian-hair]

A lot of people compare my hair to others, this summer I heard someone call me Lenny G. 🤔

I thinks it’s cool

[tomboyjessie13]

Sequel to this: "Now, let the Fun Begin!" — Upscale Mall - Cairo, Egypt Spring 11:45 AM (tumblr.com)

Library, DIO's Mansion Half hour later

Having a desire to buy her very first letterman jacket, she returns to the mansion to persuade DIO to give Medea her very first mission with an active agent. She finds him at the library with her demands, his reply was:

DIO: *Laying on an Egyptian chaise lounge chair*.....No.

Medea: Come on, man! I'm dirt broke over here!

DIO: News flash: I don't care. *Picks up a yellow-colored book with a blond princess on it with his left hand* Maybe you should've done your job instead of gambling at the cafe. *Waves his right hand at her* Now run along and tend to the windows on the first floor like a good girl. 

Medea: *Pulls book down* Please, Lord DIO! I've been stuck at this place since December, and I got nothing to show for it other than doing laundry.

DIO: *Slaps her hand out of the way* Hands off the book.

Medea: Sorry, but please understand that I don't want to be a just a housemaid here. I want to spread my Stand's wings and fly like the big dogs, isn't that what you hired me for?

DIO: Something like that, but THEN....You found out about my vampirism and tried to escape.

Medea: Wasn't MY fault that you're an undead creature. *Crossing her arms and pouting*

DIO: *Huffs* And here I'd thought people nowadays are fine with it.

Medea: Bullshit......

DIO: ........*Sighs tiredly*.....Very well, I'll give you full permission to do my work with one of my Agents.

Medea: *Surprised* Really?

DIO: I've been looking for a reason to make good use of you and your Stand for quite a while, so I might as well give you a sporting chance right now than later.

Medea: *Jumps excitedly* YES! 

DIO: *Raises right forefinger* BUT!

Medea: Hm?

DIO: Under one condition: You can only carry out my missions with my Agents ONLY within the borders of Egyptian soil.

Medea: ....What are you saying, DIO? Don't mince words.

Kenny G: *Sticks his head out of the wall* It means that you can only work with the guys while you're in Egypt and nowhere else. *Hides in wall*

Medea: *Irritated* What!? But most of your guys aren't even living or stationed here!

DIO: *Sarcastic* Oh dear, what a shame, I guess that's what happens when people refuse to bow and pledge their allegiance to me despite working here. *Smirks* Besides, how would I know if you aren't just using this as an excuse to escape me again? >:-)

Medea: *Frustrated* Oooooooo! You're just making things even MORE hard for me to make a living!

DIO: *Frowns* Look, woman, these are a few simple and easy conditions to follow: Either do the missions with some restrictions unless you pledge loyalty, or you can just fuck off and continue to work and get paid like a housemaid .... *Shrugs* :-\

Medea: .............You're not going to be withholding any cash from me after I do my part, are you?

DIO: Now why would I do that? If I withhold my end of the bargain, I wouldn't have my Agents and associates at my back and call right now, now would I?

Medea: I suppose....*Raises hands* Fine, fine, I'll live with these restrictions, just as long as I can get my well-deserved earnings at the end.

DIO: *Smirks* Then it's a deal? *Offers her a handshake*

Medea: Deal! *Shakes hand with him* 

DIO: There's folders of the Agents who are stationed in Egypt in the study room, pick one and go with them. *Picks his book up again* Now if you excuse me, I got a story to catch up on.

Medea: Understood, thank you, Lord DIO.

DIO: *Sighs irritably* Don't mention it.

Study room, DIO's Mansion 15 minutes later

Medea was looking over a bunch of folders of the Agents currently stationed in Egypt getting ready for their assignments, looking to see which one she's going to collab with. Unfortunately, she's been having a hard time looking for someone as most of the people on the list either don't want partners, or are too.... to put it bluntly: "problematic" for her.

Medea: *On the phone with Hol Horse* ....Come on man, there's must be something I could do for you on your mission here.

Hol Horse: *On the phone* Sorry, miss. But I don't need a new partner at the moment, I'm fine with my current one, also....*whispers* I don't want you alone with Mr. Geil.

Medea: Right, I nearly forgot he was with you. Thanks for the heads up.

Hol Horse: No problem. See ya. *Hangs up*

Medea: *Hangs up to* Shit.

T. D'Arby: *Comes in the room wearing a bathrobe and a towel over his head, indicating that he took a shower.* Hello, King. 

Medea: Oh hey, D'Arby. *Picks up the phone and calls in another person* 

T. D'Arby: What are you doing?

Medea: I saw a letterman jacket I like at the mall, but it was too expensive, I had to convince DIO that I want to collab with an Agent in order to get paid well since your brother stole all my money.

T. D'Arby: Really? So, you're finally putting yourself out there? *Sarcastic clapping* What fantastic news.

Medea: Well, it's not going well so far, DIO only wanted me to work with Agents who are working in Egypt and nowhere else because I refuse to bend over backwards for him.

T. D'Arby: *Pained hiss* Oh yeah, that's not good.

Medea: Not only that, but some of the guys I've just called don't want new partners, and the ones that do are the most despicable people on the planet. The only good one so far is Hol Horse, but he's stuck with Enyaba's son.

T. D'Arby: I collect souls as a hobby and you still work with me.

Medea: That's because I don't have a say in what you lunatics do here, but in this case I actually have a choice, and the choices i'm presented with are shit.

T. D'Arby: Eh, fair enough. *Takes one of the folders* Hm, what about Cameo? He's been looking for some help for a while.

Medea: *Scoffs* I heard his previous hit was a widower who wished to see his wife again...only to be torn to pieces by said "wife". That's kinda scummy, even for me.

T. D'Arby: *Eyebrow twitch* Hm, *picks up another folder* Then what about Devo? That Native American hitman who possesses [Ebony Devil]?

Medea: *Looks at him with wide disgusted eyes* People DIED the second they meet him!

T. D'Arby: *Irritated* Tch, not everyone dies meeting him!

Medea: Then why is he called "Devo the Cursed"!? *Crosses arms*

T. D'Arby: *Sarcastic* Oh no, a hitman with bad mojo! Would anyone EVER live up to your impossible standards? You're going to have to pick someone to work with whether you like them or not. *Picks up Alessi's folder*......

Both: Nooooooooo. *D'Arby tears up the photo*

Medea: Shit man, it's almost as if DIO had set me up for failure because he knew I despise these people *sees Forever's folder*..... and that damn dirty ape. *Tears up the photo*

T. D'Arby: He's kinda petty, i'll admit.

Medea: God had it not been for the restrictions, I would've gone with Rose to Madagascar.

T. D'Arby: Yeah, but then you have to kiss Master DIO's ass and you're too stubborn to do it. *Goes to his room* Now if you excuse me I have to get dress and run some errands, have fun with your job search. *Shuts door*

Medea: *Frustrated* Uuuuuuugh. *Slams head on table, causing a bunch of papers to fly around her, one landed on her head, and she grabs it* Hm? *Looks and sees it's another agent stationed in Egypt waiting for a mission*.......I will not bow down to DIO's whims. *She takes the phone and dials in the Agent's number* .................... Hello? Are you interested in having a partner in crime?

TO BE CONTINUED

*Some of the dialogue between T. D'Arby and Medea are loosely inspired by "Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier"

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

TW: Scopophobia and Yandere behavior

I am very sorry for disappearing for the last few days, it's just I've been working on this for the last few days before Halloween, it took two all nighters in a span of three days, but it's done...I did take a long nap before uploading though.

That being said, as you would've guessed by the previous drawings I did, I've been on an Eris Raitt(my Jojo OC) kick since mid-October because I wanted to draw her for Halloween, this creepy drawing was to celebrate it... or just to creep out my followers who don't celebrate it lol

Anyways, the story here is that the servants(including my other Jojo OC Medea) felt a sudden chill in the air, like something bad has entered the mansion and is suffocating them, so they went to the third-floor bedroom to warn DIO of this bad feeling, only to find that the bedroom door was slightly open.

Medea pulled the door open and found a frightening sight:

Eris Raitt has snuck into the mansion and was inside the room caressing a sleeping DIO's face, even worse; when she felt like she was being watched, Eris looked at the servants while making a very disturbing expression akin to that of a ghost in a Japanese horror story*, possibly caused by her Stand power.

Needless to say, three of the servants were absolutely terrified by the display and couldn't move as they're paralyzed by her eyes.... except for Vanilla Ice, he was more angry at DIO's space being invaded than he is scared of Eris herself and was ready to sic his Stand [Cream] after her butt over this discretion.

Thankfully DIO woke up to the noise and angrily yelled at everyone to get out of his room, he started locking the doors from now on.

*I may or may not have based Eris' expression off of Hachishakusama

Medea King and Eris Raitt belong to me

[witcheswidowwalk]

You're at a jazz concert. They are playing their final song when one of the trumpets starts to give on last deliciously hairy solo, but you notice some thing , the rhythm he's playing "... ___ ..." you have vague memories of being in scouts as a child you know this is -

" S O S he's calling for help! "

Someone else in the crowd blurts before your mind is full wrapped around it.

You can see now the soloist is chained to the stage.

The director aggressivly shifts his conducting and the band begins playing some Scooby Doo chase ass music, and the conductor runs.

Some people In the crowd start after him, but your eyes are fixed on the stage. You see all of the musicians are chained, except for one.

Kenny G is just there for the love of jazz.

[jjba-smash-or-pass]

[guardianreadersofthegalaxy]

Fifteen: Once again, what started as a musical duel ended in a chill jam sesh. [from 'Michael Bolton's Big Sexy Valentine's Day Special']

[thediaryofacollegenerd]

@cordablue