#emeraldhierophant

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

[musaesidereum]

@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

[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))

[bd-champagne-punk]

Comfort and quiet

( @emeraldhierophant continued from x)

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.”

[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.”

[delinquentmutt]

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.

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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

[faselunare]

☀️ 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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emeraldhierophant

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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.

[notsodaily-smolkakyoin]

((And this concludes tonight’s Cherry discord shenanigans. Don’t worry, everyone hugged it out at the end))

@hierophvnted @badlydrawnmonsterkakyoin @hipsterkakyoin @bd-sockyoin @occasional-femkekyoin @emeraldhierophant @emeraldsplashed

[frejs-froggy-artblog]

A commission I did for @emeraldhierophant of their character B)

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first attempt at animation... of course, using @emeraldhierophant’s AU. I’m too lazy to animate ajkfhscjxl

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@emeraldhierophant

Jotaro hadn’t heard word back from Kakyouin since they’d returned to Japan. He’d certainly gotten news on his condition through the Speedwagon Foundation and Joseph alike, and he knew that Kakyouin had not only (miraculously) survived the injuries he’d sustained but was now going through therapy. He wasn’t sure if Kakyouin had recovered yet to return to school--but the lack of contact from Kakyouin had left Jotaro unsure of where they stood with each other, whether they would even interact once Kakyouin had returned.

They’d been--friends, amiable in a way that surpassed just being a part of the same group with a common cause. Jotaro didn’t know if they could still call each other that. Did Kakyouin resent Jotaro? Logically, he wouldn’t. And yet, there was a strange sense that Jotaro felt that Kakyouin was resentful of Jotaro. He’d never felt so conflicted over someone before--but then again, Jotaro had never been close enough to anyone to worry to this extent over their relationship.

He distracted himself from these thoughts by focusing on school, but despite his efforts, he’d inevitably look towards the seat that had been assigned to Kakyouin and notice it was still empty during class.

--Except on this particular day, his almost daily ritual had been interrupted by the sight of Kakyouin entering the classroom, somehow looking perfectly composed despite the injury that Jotaro knew he’d sustained. The uniform he wore presented an utterly untouched appearance. He didn’t look like he was convalescing at all.

Jotaro glanced away after a moment. “Good grief.” That was certainly relief that he was feeling, as was a distinctively sharp sensation in his gut. It almost felt like worry. Nervousness. Should he talk to Kakyouin? Would Kakyouin even want to talk to him?