#emeraldhierophant

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old sketchy for @emeraldhierophant don’t remember if I posted this or not?

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@emeraldhierophant: Hmmm... Something... With pumpkins, perhaps? Could totally be something like Mikitaka partaking on the first experience of pumpkin carving. Or Kak with some pumpkin latte. Or just something very seasony =v=

I went with a peaceful Kakyouin, enjoying a pumpkin spice latte + a nice book uwu

[badly-drawn-kishiberohan-blog]

Have you ever gotten seriously injured before?

But maybe that’s for the best, right?

[starsoveratlas-a]

/ 💚 / 💗 / 💝 / If I may please. uvu

Peer into my muse’s memories || accepting

Here’s Nanner giving me far too much ammunition at once. This one is definitely going under a cut, goodness.

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty - Narancia

S.. Step… Step aside, all of you. Let me through… l-let me through…! Move it! I need to get through!

Watching your own body bleed and dangle uselessly. What are you supposed to feel? What are you supposed to think?

Why did Diavolo attack Narancia? How did he attack Narancia. 

Where is his body…? No, no not his. Narancia’s. Narancia’s body. He couldn’t feel it… where was it?

Was it over there? He can’t feel it-

It doesn’t matter. It didn’t matter.

He had to get to his body. He had to get to Narancia.

I was too late… H-he’s already gone. 

Again. Again. Again. Again.

Again. Again. Again.

Again. Again. Again.

AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN.

Just like Bucciarati. Just like Abbacchio.

Again. Again. Again.

I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore, I promise.

He can’t leave. He shouldn’t leave. He has to leave.

The arrow. Requiem, they must chase Requiem, chase Requiem before Diavolo gets the arrow. 

They have to go. He has to go. Narancia can’t come with them anymore.

Narancia can’t come anymore. He has to stay here.

They’ll come back for him.

They’ll come back.

💗- A memory about a good deed they did - School

“Giorno! Hold on a second!” Giorno’s luck strikes again, he stops and turns as a rather annoying girl comes racing up to him. Her name is Loretta, she’s the same age as him and they share a few classes. “Ciao, Giorno! Can I ask you a favor?”

“If you forgot your books again, Loretta-”

“No! No I swear, it isn’t that again!” Her face is more embarrassed than offended, at this point after so many incidents she’s probably learned she doesn’t have room to be defensive anymore. “I… Actually, it’s different than that. I need you to give something to someone for me! It’s a letter. I can’t get into the boy’s dorms though, I need a boy to do it for me!”

“And you’d like me to do it?”

“Yes! You’re the only guy I can trust to do this for me, so please-?” Loretta pleads and reaches into her bag. She pulls out an envelope and extends it to Giorno. 

“Surely you must have another friend you could ask to do this?” Even saying that Giorno reaches for and accepts the letter, looks the envelope over to see if he could get any hints as to what it is. “But, if you’re asking me then you must consider it important. I’ll do it.”

Loretta’s face lights up, she almost looks like she might start crying then and there. “Thank you so much, Giorno! His room is actually really close to yours, three doors down on the opposite side of the hall!”

“Right, I’ll get it there right away. Should I give it to him in person, or just slide it under his door?”

“Sliding it under the door will work.”

“Then it shall be done.” Giorno says and turns to walk away. He raises his left hand with the letter and waves it as if to say goodbye. “But you owe me for all these favors, Loretta.” Little does she know it’s just an excuse to peer up at it against a source of light…

“I’ll buy you some chocolate downtown sometime then!” Loretta calls down the hall, Giorno nods.

“That sounds fine.” When he finally manages… It looks like the letter contains money. He can’t tell how much. It really doesn’t matter how much. After walking through the halls he follows Loretta’s directions. Across the hall and three doors down from his own dorm. He’s a little nervous sliding it under the door… So long as he gives it to someone though, Loretta will probably be happy.

💝- A memory that made them feel loved - 

“Giorno? Are you still keeping watch?” Bucciarati’s voice pulls Giorno from his thoughts. He blinks… Right, he’s staring up out of the Turtle’s Key, Giorno had spaced out for awhile. 

“I… Yes, yes, I am. What time is it Bucciarati?” Bucciarati makes a face… it’s too dark and Giorno is too tired to make out what it’s supposed to say. “Or… no, wait. It’s dark, you probably can’t read your watch.”

“I can’t, I’m sorry.” Bucciarati says and sits down in the chair next to the one Giorno had curled himself up in. “Shut your eyes, get some rest. Now that we’re rebelling against the Boss we need you to be in top form. I’ll keep watch for now.”

“N-no, it’s fine Bucciarati, I can keep-”

“That wasn’t a suggestion, Giorno. Rest. I’ll be right here.”

“But-” Now that he’s a big closer Giorno can see Bucciarati’s face. It’s stern, there isn’t much use in arguing with him. “Fine. But if something happens-”

“I promise to wake you, Giorno.”

“Thank you.”

“Goodnight, Giorno.”

[wretchedstar]

@emeraldhierophant | Starter

" Kakyoin... Is that, you? " His speak getting slower than before as he couldn’t believe that he meet another Kakyoin again.

[notsodaily-smolkakyoin]

emeraldhierophant replied to your post: ((The saddest Jojo ending song is Last Train Home...

((Worst than that is the bridge and all it represents))

((That IS the worst part))

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Comfort and quiet

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More than anything, it was the latter. Even if she wasn’t certain as to the cause, she knew enough to recognize the subtle changes in expression, the minute indication of discomfort. It was wordless how she stepped easily ahead of him to guide their path to the gardens, passing greetings offered to other employees without any real attention paid. At least it was a short walk to get outside. 

Matching the external facade of the building, and quite in spite of the modern interior, the gardens were lush and well-tended to. There were a number of plaques and benches listing in memory of... this donor or that family member lining the path. At the center of the garden was a replica, not that either of them knew, of the Joestar guardian angel. Behind her placid smile sat a pond, a gazebo with several small tables settled like an island at its center. It was here that Jean led the redhead.

“Sort of like a little oasis, right? Just private enough to relax, and shaded enough that the sun doesn’t hurt the eyes. Nobody’ll mind if we hang out here for a little while, so try not to stress over getting back to work.”

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FEEL. FEAR.

↠ TIME FOR H E A D C A N O N S | Accepting

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

       Generally, Giorno is fairly okay with being touched. Occasionally, he’ll flinch away thinking you’re about to hit him, but being touched anywhere is generally fine, even if he doesn’t know you. Discomfort really only comes in with things like embracing or cuddling- Which he reserves for friends and family.

       Honestly? If you’re friends with Giorno, hug him. He needs it. 

       Focusing more on family, though, Giorno is 1000% okay with being hugged and touched by his family. I’ve said it before but he craves a familial bond, and if he establishes you as a sort of parental or sibling figure and you hug him, you might not get outta that hug for a little while. 

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

       Oh, boy. See, if we’re going superficial fears here, Gio’s got this thing with people placing fingers anywhere near/in their mouths at this point. Surefire way to gross him out and put on alert. Don’t do it. 

       Deeper fears, though? He’s terrified that his father is going to be exactly like his step-father, or like his mother. Even more terrified that he’s never going to get to meet his father in the first place. I think all in all, though? Giorno afraid of ending up alone. He doesn’t want to be without friends, or without a goal in his life. He doesn’t want to be stuck floating aimlessly through life w/o anything.

[bd-champagne-punk]

"Naturally. I probably wouldn't believe it myself, either. He still isn't sure he believes me, I think. Hang on, I'll see if I can get him out of the office-- for this, he might actually take a break..." Her voice trailed off and she started to turn before huffing and looking up at the other once more with a sheepish smile.

"Ah, I'm being rude- here, we've got some chairs over this way. Make yourself comfortable. Do you drink coffee? Cream, sugar?" Jean gestured for Kakyoin to follow her to an alcove set aside clearly for more extended research, barely waiting for his reply before she began to move once more towards the circulation desk - and the coffee pot which resided there.

bd-champagne-punk:

“Well…” Hm. How to explain it? Beating around a topic at hand was never Jean’s strong point. Better to get straight to it. “It’s just that, well, Kakyoin Noriaki works here at the library. Technically, he’s my boss.” And my boyfriend. “Caleb isn’t as… tolerant to all the weird shit that Nori and I deal with on the regular.”

That was probably enough of a bombshell to drop on the poor guy. At least if she’d noticed his staring, she didn’t mention it. She had, of course. He would likely catch the smirk on her painted lips at how he’d snapped his gaze upwards. He’d never know how much effort it took to keep from asking if he was enjoying the scenery.

♝ Somehow beating around the bush would likely not have helped at all. Kakyoin froze, staring for a good length of time, barely managing one or another owlish blink at Jean’s admission. He’d have glimpsed her smile - the knowing curve of her mouth – if he weren’t so startled. He parts his mouth, like he might actually speak, but stutters on a breath instead. It’s a while before he catches his wits, looking now entirely disbelieving.

“I’m sorry… what.” He barely managed the intonation of a question, still fighting with the logic of that statement. Kakyoin has been witness to any number of oddities, but the thought of meeting himself – or rather, another man who was still him somehow as well – was more than a little alarming. He’s reminded of the concept of doppelgangers, but even still it is with no small amount of disbelief.

“You’ll forgive my skepticism, but that’s a bit farfetched even for me.”

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Җ and ☢, please! ovo

Munday Asks

Җ - What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing?

Hmm, this is hard to pin down! I take a lot from the source material, but on top of that I love getting immersed in discussions, plotting and more casual IM roleplaying to feel out certain situations or feelings/reactions etc.

I also sometimes use art that the fandom creates to take up inspiration. And oftentimes my own art and rping can inspire one another!

☢ - When was the last time you went to the cinema? What movie did you watch?

Oh boy, I don’t entirely remember! I have a terrible memory, haha. The cinema is difficult for me for my anxiety though I do enjoy it! I think the last movie I saw at the cinemas was Deadpool 2! I’m hoping to go and see The Nun (I know it has bad reviews but idc xD)

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a continuation of the hierophant AU that my lovely friend @emeraldhierophant came up with the designs + story for, but I just came and usurped w/ art. the hierophant of the usurper is a cautionary tale to never trust the silvered words of a god.

[musaesidereum]

Kinky ~ (I'm still a piece of shit and can't pick between my muses though)

56. Our muses have sex while still in their clothes.

"--So you can glow even through your clothes,” Rohan remarked offhandedly, looking down at the alien with fascination clear in his eyes. Under the fabric that covered him, there was a soft, barely perceptible glow emanating in patterns he couldn’t quite discern. He reached over to his collar, pulling the fabric aside to expose Mikitaka’s neck without much preamble.

“What does this mean?” He asked, tapping at a strip of bio-luminescence at his collar, forcing his shirt further open so that he could explore his skin more leisurely. “And do you glow all over?”

@aliieneyes

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☀️ for a pleasant dream

Send one to see one of my character’s dreams… || Accepting

Somehow, he doesn’t hate Milano as much as he used to. He stops in front of a gate and a little girl is waiting at the door for him. She has long black hair, the very same color as his. She runs down the path and through the gate, she doesn’t stop and it feels like she’ll knock him down halfway across the street.

And she smiles, chatters on and on in sounds that make perfect sense in the dream. She’s talking about pictures and the beach and dinner plans, about an old dog and about her life.

Lucia.

She grabs at his hand and tries to pull him along to the door, but each step seems longer and farther away, in the end he never did make it past the door.

Bruno wakes up with tears staining his cheeks, his throat tight. How long has he been crying? He has to cover his mouth to muffle a sob, wipe at his cheeks. Breathe in deeply and breathe out shakily. 

He won’t be going back to sleep tonight.

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While I’m being affectionate @emeraldhierophant is...

AAAAAAAAH I DO NOT DESERVE

Midi and I both agree, you do in fact deserve.

You cannot argue with us love. Accept it. 

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@emeraldhierophant | Continue [ x ]

The curious upon him had turned into shocks, very shocks as the other suddenly push his sleeve to reveals under of it. When did the redhead saw it? He doesn’t remember nor realized that his arm showed although just a little. 

But, it’s to late now as the other seen it just in front both of them right now, with a feeling of angst as Jotaro looked at the other’s eye of cold.

" S- Sorry... I--- I was--------- " Ah, damn. Something is trying to shut his mouth from explained towards another.

And yet, he doing that because of the nightmare about Kakyoin in every night. If he honestly said like that, doesn’t that made the other feels much more sad than him? No, he doesn’t want made the redhead very sorrowful than he’s now.

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emeraldhierophant replied to your post “emeraldhierophant replied to your post “Fugo has arachnophobia. Like....”

Actually that reminds me; is he immune to PH's virus, or not?

He is not. If Fugo was caught up in Haze’s Virus it would kill him just as quickly as it would anybody else. Can’t remember if that was something specific to PHF or if it was mentioned in the Purple Haze vs. Man in The Mirror arc, I’m still only on Narancia’s Aerosmith in my iconing/rereading rn.

It makes sense, considering the boy’s mental state.

I have headcanons on how fitting that is.