#if pucci looked like this he would of won

[chloesimaginationthings]

Sister Pucci

[starry-blue-echoes]

My DAILY THINK about Made In Heaven has arrived because, BY GOD, IT IS SOMETHING FUCKING ELSE MAN.

I'm a big fan of happy endings, I like it when my blorbos live out their lives completely fine and dandy and get some time to chill with their success!

SO LIKE, WHEN PART 6 HAPPENED AND ABSOLUTELY SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE WITH THAT FINAL BATTLE AND ENDING I GOT DESTROYED.

The sheer utter hopelessness of the situation is what gets to me. We've seen so many JoJo parts where, SURE, they're on the disadvantage but they BOUNCE BACK! Shit, Joseph pulled an absolute asspull to kill Kars and HE FELT FUCKING INVINCIBLE TO BEAT.

But this time, they're just done. The moment Pucci got MIH, they were fucked. No matter how much they sacrificed, gave it their all, clever planning, they all DIED. You hope that MAYBE, JUST MAYBE something would happen, like Jolyne getting a power up after Jotaro dies or something, ANYTHING.

But nothing happens.

The shot that really destroys me is that shot where they're all just decaying away. That just gives you this utter hopelessness that, shit dude, this is the end, Pucci won and everybody lost.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed the BIG THINK.

BROSKI SAME

Part 6's ending. OBLITERATED me. I'm so happy I went into the ending blind without knowing anything because holy mother of earth is hit like a bus. It was one of the single most emotionally painful moments given to me by watching a show and as much as it hurt it was so freaking good

because just. The whole time I was sitting there thinking about how some way they were going to pull this off but also being really freaking anxious because there was still a whole episode left and I was pretty sure Araki wasn't going to do what Part 5 did and give us a Look Into The Past episode

and slowly the feeling of They Can Do This started crumbling away more and more and I realized...... no. No they couldn't do this. Pucci was too powerful and they failed

and if you want to get technical, Jolyne's sacrifice DIDN'T EVEN WORK IN THE END!!!! The whole reason she gave herself up was so Emporio could escape but NO! INSTEAD HE JUST GETS BROUGHT RIGHT BACK TO THE PRISON MERE FEET AWAY FROM PUCCI

and honestly, seeing Emporio run away from Pucci...... god that was heartbreaking and so painful to watch. Because as capable as he was, this was a fucking 11 year old who just saw everyone he ever cared about get slaughtered before his eyes and he was left alone with their killer

[rvpta030]

One Piece!!!!!!!!!!! (Spoiler)

It seems so close but yet so far. I think even the non-manga readers understand this. So much is going to go down in the coming year. It is just astonishing and exhilarating. Zoro defeating King, Sanji defeating Queen, and Zoro trespassing through the domain of the conquerors. All within the gap of 10 episodes from each other. And obviously, Luffy finally getting a gear that does not look ridiculous. Luffy vs Kaido was eventually getting boring and although people are assuming Kaido was weak. Do you guys acknowledge how many people he defeated that week? He fought two emperors, Supernova(s), and many more. Kaido was a beast, but he eventually did go down. (In my opinion, I don't think it is the end for his character)Even watching Kid and Law defeat an emperor by themselves was fun to watch. Since at least that did have more than three rounds and help from somebody else. All in all, I did enjoy the battle between Kaido and Luffy but was still not satisfied with the pacing. I was just anxious for this arc to end. This arc has lasted more than two years both manga and anime. Especially the anime considering fillers and all. But Oda sensei did set up a fast-paced Egghead arc. I am enjoying this arc thoroughly. Vegapunk and Dragons history, his inventions, his knowledge regarding Devil Fruits, and how to make them artificially and obviously seeing how overpowered Gear 5 Luffy is against Pucci. I mean Pucci did not land a single hit against Luffy. Like Oda sensei keeps saying two sides to the same coin. This perfectly represents how Luffy has changed within a matter of months, I mean a year ago he barely won against him and now Pucci is not able to land a punch on him when he isn't even serious. The fact that Pucci is still not accepting Luffy as an emperor is just hilarious. Luffy just defeated Pucci in the most embarrassing manner. Now, Zoro is going against weird giraffe guy (Kaku). I am pretty affirmative that this showdown will also go down the zero-hit avenue again but I would like to see Zoro using more conquerors haki, especially advanced. He could try to experiment against enemies but let's see what Oda sensei has in store for us. Also Vegapunk joining Strawhats(hopefully..........)?

[translationandbetrayals]

Steel Ball Run, a reinvention of the Jojo's saga

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure is my favorite saga in both anime and manga, because of its light novel nature and the enthusiastic fights throughout the nine story arcs. The universe of the first six arcs is a wonderful trip with a variety of powers, characters, geographic places, and popular knowledge. I think that Araki squeezed out every drop of what he could do with the series in that universe, creating increasingly powerful villains, until the ultimate bad guy arrived, Enrico Pucci (this in a way that he has the most overpowered stand, and not about his intentions, which may be debatable). Hirohiko Araki couldn't imagine a power stronger than the acceleration of time and, obviously, the capability of not being affected by its own power, so the creator of the series at first thought it would be the end of Jojo's, thinking about moving to another manga inspired by the western stories of the USA, but he had a second thought. "What if I create another universe of Jojo's based on those western stories? and what if I made all those cowboys run in a race across the entire United States?" could have been what he was thinking about when planning his new incoming masterpiece. Well, it worked, and it was a fresh and impressive creation. It not only  changed in the serialization of the manga, but also in the way the stands work, the source of where the characters get them, the narrative of a more mature story, references of his past works and the use of songs that match with the theme of the story (combined with some new bangers that were released shortly before the manga, at the beginning of the 21th century). The depth of character development in this arc is a lot richer than the previous six, and not only in our protagonist, Johnny Joestar, also in his jobro Gyro Zeppeli (which can be also considered as a co-protagonist), the creator of the race, Steven Steel, and the USA president, Funny Valentine. The references to the western culture are huge in this arc, even Jesus appears in some parts of the manga! and to finish this post, I would like to mention one of my favorite characters in this arc, Pocoloco. This man really had the luck of one in 5 billion people, just by laying on the ground and daydreaming when looking at the clouds moving in the sky, but he took advantage of that luck, even though he didn't win the race, he still won a juicy price thanks to his stand, Hey ya! (really good song by the way).

-Aquiles Rojas

[yanderememes]

lets say yanderes from main casts of 3 & 5 already have a darling PRIOR towards the main events that take place in their parts. which yanderes do you think would be so desperate to stay with darling, that they’d end up no longer staying with what would’ve been the main crew when facing the antagonist. opting to stay w darling bc their resolve is not strong enough and bc they can’t risk their life & never see darling again. (idk if this makes sense 😭😭 like if for example, josuke decided to not participate in the hunt for kira bc hes too busy w darling to bother w that)

Oh wow, this is an interesting ask!

Probably Joseph, Jotaro, and Jolyne!

Joseph is a really laid-back guy who just wants to have some fun. He doesn't wanna work and play the "hero" by risking his life to fight an invincible God. No way in hell will he win. The world is gonna end anyway. Why not spend its last moments with darling?

Kinda hard to imagine Jotaro giving up on his mom but yandere!Jotaro is different. I feel like throughout the journey and losing all his friends, he's tried. Tired of all the pain, heartache, and loss. Sure, he can make this one last effort to fight Dio and save his mom, but he's just so tired. Then he remembers darling and he can start to feel something again. Darling is all that's on his mind and he has this sudden urge of wanting to see you. Without a moment's hesitation, he abandons everything: this trip to Egypt, the trials to save his mom, the sacrifices his friends made. Just everything to be with his darling. Now he finally realizes... darling is all he needs.

Spoilers for part 6!

Jolyne was the only Jojo who never actually won against her villain in her part. Pucci was successful in resetting the universe and getting what he wanted. So I like to think earlier on when Jolyne discovers his plan, she gives up. She knows she can't win and maybe resetting the universe wouldn't be so bad? She would get to know how her future with darling would look like! Maybe you two got married and started a family! But Jolyne rushes to find her darling and waits desperately for the universe to be reset so she can get a glimpse of her future with you.

[monsterkissed]

30, 47?

very sorry for the late reply i went to work and my soul vacated my body for the duration

30. Rank your order: Jojo main villains

diavolo is not a good villain in the sense of being good at being a villain. he causes all his own problems at significant personal loss for obscure and silly reasons that he expects everyone else to not only support but intuitively understand. he is not good at very much except being pretty and even then he's kind of cheating by getting scored twice. if this were a ranked list of villains who could have won their entire part by doing absolutely nothing he would also be at 1. he sucks so much. A+.

if this were a list of villains i think are cool and sympathetic and interesting and actually competent at the things they do instead of just the ones i most enjoy rotating pucci would be at the top.

kars is the ultimate asexual being, his motivations are very simple, his stats are ludicrously specific, his looks are all peak, he likes dogs. what else can you ask for?

phantom blood dio is incapable of just being normal about his one-man class war plan and if he were not pitted against a great dane's humansona his part would have been a lot shorter, which would have been tragic bc we would have missed out on my favourite dio fact: that on becoming a vampire and escaping to a remote town to wreak havoc he made a bunch of very silly and kinda gross human animal hybrids, Somehow, and then sat back and said, "in retrospect i don't know why i ever thought this would be good"

stardust crusaders dio is just here to chill in various states of undress and be sinisterly alluring and probably spends 85% of his strength holding back all the innits and geezers and bruvs and you what mates that would dispell his magnetic aura instantly

i am kinkshaming yoshikage kira but i am copshaming the morioh police force way harder. do not talk to me about incredibly thorough evidence-destroying bombs, when your missing persons department gets more calls that the traffic cops you don't have an excuse for failing to even harbour a suspicion about the man who introduces himself with a confessionary monologue. i like his suits and killer queen is prolly my fave stand design of all the villains tho.

i like funny valentine's little tadaa flourish and i really like that his name is funny valentine but much like his design his evil plan only becomes more and more generic as the part progresses. i will concede tho that his final play being a psychological gambit rather than wholly offensive was really cool until the moment araki chickened out of it and just had him be planning to shoot the hero the whole time. special mention to diego for having imo both a fun arc and the best death of any of these guys.

i have not read jojolion yet so that guy escapes my cyberbullying this day

47. Moment you wish could have happened?

traitor fugo 100%. in broad strokes i'd have liked a lot of other characters to get more development and screentime, some other fight match-ups or ability extrapolations i think could have been really cool, characters who seem like they'd have had interesting encounters who don't meet, but if it's a single specific event i think would have been really cool and interesting and potentially emotional as hell it's traitor fugo all the way. i think his reason for not going with the rest of the team is entirely sympathetic (not wanting to die is imo Quite Reasonable) so i wouldn't want a whole face turn or to see him "punished" or something like that, i just think it would be both an interesting angle on the themes of fate and how you make it and a cool and potentially depressing fight with a guy who's almost main villain levels of deadly.

[princessanneftw]

Why Princess Anne is the most underrated royal

While the rest of the royals are having a bumpy ride, there’s one stylish Windsor who continues to shine, thanks to The Crown, the chignon and the ‘shrug’ that went viral. All hail Anne, our favourite princess

By Victoria Moss for The Sunday Times.

Who is the least likely royal to become a latter-day fashion pin-up? OK, I’ll go. While most royal style stalkers have been preoccupied with homage-to-Diana Instagram accounts and fawning over her Chelsea Harbour Club exits, a dark horse has emerged as the newest Firm favourite. Enter Anne, Princess Royal. I’m serious.

It was the shrug that did it, I think. It spoke to all of us. Picture the scene: your mother, the Queen, is engaging in polite chitchat with Donald Trump, the leader of the free world, and then looks over at you expectantly. Do you: a) laugh, b) run away, c) shrug. Obviously it’s b), followed by a). But then we’re not diplomatic, non-partisan figureheads.

Technically/boringly, when the Queen glanced at “Annie” (as the princess jokingly referred to herself on Parkinson in Australia in 1983), she was looking for more dignitaries to receive after the Trumps. There were none. “Just me. And this lot,” Annie laughed, pointing at the motley crew of well-suited, erm, courtiers (?) behind her. On the internet, of course, everyone decided she was rebuffing the chance to get up close with the Great Orange Leader. Fake news! But let’s wait until series 17 of The Crown to debate the true fiction here.

Later on at the Nato reception at Buck House, her bobbing bouffant was spotted seemingly chuckling away with Justin Trudeau, Boris Johnson and Emmanuel Macron’s apparent high-level international mockery of Trump. Which is surely the tack any of us would take at a dreary standing-around drinks affair — slim pickings with this crowd, but a classy move to position herself with the power players having a laugh.

Anne, princess of the chignon, who celebrates her 70th birthday in August, is fast becoming the royal you can really get behind. She is, against the slew of over-made-up show ponies, a veritable workhorse, clocking up 165 days of engagements last year — the most of any official “working royal” — while the Prince of Wales came second with a doleful 125. This new-found appreciation for the back balcony has come as real life and Netflix collide. (Is any of it true? Do they watch it? I like to imagine the Duchess of Sussex has a dedicated WhatsApp group.) This gentle blurring of reality and fiction has proven to be rather useful for the old Firm, who are now wheeling her out faster than Prince Andrew — banished to indefinite leave — can call in his order to the Woking Pizza Express (La Reine, Your Royal Highness?). There will, pundits tell us, be much more of a to-do for Anne’s 70th than Andrew’s upcoming 60th in February. Awkward.

It is Erin Doherty’s portrayal of Anne in The Crown that has won the princess points in the popularity stakes and a reappraisal of her style. In keeping with our softly ageist appetite for stylish totty, see a round of “Shock, horror — woman looked great in youth!” roundups of her 1970s looks, which, to be fair, have a strong dose of Mrs Prada about them. Her jaunty skirt suits, dinky scarves, flirty shirting, Pucci shiftdresses and geometric prints all feel very on point. Equally woke is her commitment to sustainability. This is, after all, a woman who has “recycled” Ascot ensembles from 40 years back. Yes, Greta.

Then there’s the hair, of course. That magnificent sweeping bouff, as dependable as a khaki wax jacket on a wet Windsor day. I think we can all find something to admire in a woman who at some point in the 1960s perfected backcombing and hasn’t been inclined to bother with another look since. Stoic.

Interestingly, Doherty reports that her homage took a solid hour and a half of backcombing to realise the mighty spherical thatch, although one imagines that Anne has it down to a five-minute quick flick back and pin. I mean, after all this time, you’d hope …

In recent fashion moves, may I direct you to her meme-making Hugh Hefner homage at Meghan and Harry’s wedding (a slightly Dracula-esque wrap dress in mottled red and black, which bore a thrilling similarity to the late Playboy proprietor’s favoured casual attire of a red silk dressing gown). Then there’s her pretty au courant take on beige at Sandringham — her swingy camel coat and knee boots are pleasingly Italian (Max Mara) in spirit.

When playing Anne, Doherty perfected that cool air of being politely unimpressed at all points; while shagging Andrew Parker Bowles, balancing paper hats on a snoozing Queen Mother or even smashing her little brother Edward with a cushion. Alongside a Charles reframed as a sympathetic intellectual, series three of The Crown cements that most cutting lesson for any royal: your very existence is intentionally replaceable — a newer, younger model is never that far behind. Before Meghan and Kate, Diana and Fergie, Anne was the royal fashion pin-up with a common touch that one can’t help but respect. She did the Lindo Wing of St Mary’s Hospital in heels after the birth of her children, but she also refused titles for them. She has never been fooled by a fake sheikh, taken handouts from shady businessmen or run up bills of hundreds of thousands of pounds on Parisian couture. She told a would-be kidnapper, “Not bloody likely”, when he ordered her to get out of the car. If anyone can make the royals great again, the ludicrously coiffed Anne might just be the under-the-radar star the Windsors can rely on.

I’ll be holding out for a replay of the sparky blue shirt and silk neck scarf ensemble (Kiev, 1974), which is straight out of Bottega. You know she still has it in her wardrobe.

[diavolosauceboss]

Hey everyone. It's me, Diavolosauceboss, your local Boss stan. Since I haven't slept I thought it would be fun to type a bunch of words about Diavolo's fate in Vento Aureo. Join me on another tired meandering through thoughts on the Boss, won't you?

I'll start this by saying it should be obvious that I have a bias towards the character but at the same I like to think that this is more of an objective look at the matter. My issue, at the core, is that I find Diavolo's "death" to be unsatisfying as a viewer and one of the few unfitting ends in the series.

Villains are great. They can often be more interesting and layered than the heroes and serve as a needed foil. As a villain Diavolo is a fun one; he's an unsteady bastard and a threat that kills your faves and serves as a contrast to Bruno and Giorno's ideals. He dresses like an aging raver.  

Diavolo deserved to be defeated, that's not the issue for me. When I first read VA I was excited for the end as everything was coming to a head. When GER started messing with reality itself, taking that fated outcome that Diavolo saw and dangling it out of reach as he turned an inevitability into an unattainable future, I was pumped. How cool, I thought, and was equally pumped when the mudas came out. He dun goofed and there he went, into the canal to be washed away. Then... a twist? He's still alive? How much more could there be?

When Diavolo was stabbed by that drug addict I was completely satisfied with that as an ending. How utterly fitting for him to die a victim to his own evils, bleeding out in a gutter like some nobody. What better way to have such an arrogant character brought low than by the by product of his own gang? He didn't even get the dignity of being finished off by that usurper.

Then those death loops started and as it became clear what was going on that sense of pleasure at seeing someone get their comeuppance turned to dissatisfaction. Really? Tortured in the most horrific ways for the remainder of GER's existence? To me that seemed simply unfair and with that came the loss of enjoyment I could get from it.

As contrast let's bring up my favorite "final battle" in all of jjba: Joseph vs. Kars. Kars is an incredible threat and seemed to have all but won the day before an unlikely convergence of events that sends him into space where he floats away forever. I love Kars as a villain but I still felt satisfied when he lost and could be happy along with the main characters- the evil was defeated. Kars who brought our heroes so much pain, who trampled on an entire civilization, who let his comrades die. Seeing victory snatched from such a fiend as he was launched into space to eventually "stop thinking" felt appropriate and rewarding to me as a viewer. Never once have I felt bad for Kars.

Or Dio. Or Kira, Pucci, or Valentine, They all met well deserved ends for the pain they were shown to have caused. Unfortunately, and back to the crux of the matter, I can't say that about Diavolo. For every major antagonist in the series I've been happy to see their end despite their being some of my favorite characters. Diavolo, however... I feel bad for him. I feel sorry for him and sympathetic over this fresh hell he's ended up in which is something that really shouldn't come up over a villain's death.

"But Sauce," you say, becoming awfully familiar, "Diavolo was evil. He sews up kids' lips and burns down towns." That's correct! And I'm not at all saying that Diavolo did no wrong; he's a murderer and his gang peddles drugs. He killed Bruno, the world's most perfect man. Those are the things we're presented within VA but... tortured in an endless rotation forever? Really?

The idea of finite crimes being punished infinitely is no fun as a concept and inherently seems unfair. Especially when the crimes presented are so blase by jojo standards. Murder? Every major antagonist in the series is a murderer. Drugs? Dio turned an entire village into vampires. Kars, as mentioned, destroyed an entire civilization. Valentine was ready to deflect all his country's ills onto innocents elsewhere. All of these things are arguably just as bad if not worse than drug trafficking but only Diavolo gets such a raw deal over his crimes. Jojo on the whole does a great job of making enemy defeats incredibly rewarding. I turn into a chimpanzee whenever Jotaro punches anyone. Seeing Reimi banish Kira to the shadow realm was 10/10. So in that the final outcome of Giorno vs Diavolo was doubly disappointing for me.

In conclusion, it's fun to see the heroes win. It's fun to see the badguy finally get what's coming to them. What isn't so fun to me is when the punishment so far outweighs the crime that it overshadows the sense of victory and changes it to one of pity. I can't feel "good" about seeing Diavolo doomed to some hellish torture that's so miserable as to put a damper on what should be the high point of the series resolution.

[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER 26: Abraxas - Part 4

While ACHTUNG BABY does what it can to defend its master from the onslaught of fists and blows, Shizuka can’t help but feel a pain not only on her body, but within herself as well. 

“I can’t do this… I’m not strong enough… I’m not like them… I never will be…”

“Well, of course not. How could you be?”

In an office surrounded by bookshelves and starfish in display cases, a large man in a dark coat inspects the contents of an aquarium on his desk. His hat is pulled low over his brow, as he diligently takes notes. Behind him is a pale young girl, with dark hair, standing against the wall, with sunglasses positioned on her head. The office sways slightly, rocking gently to and fro.

“So you agree… I’m not strong enough.” the girl asks, staring at his back.

“That’s not what I said. I meant, of course you’re not like us. You’re your own person.”

“Yeah, maybe I am... but that doesn’t mean I’m good enough. Even if I’m my own person, it’s not like I’m really… a part of you all. We’re not really family…

“I know why I’m here, Jotaro. I’m not stupid. You took me out on this trip because you felt sorry for me. But it’s OK. I don’t feel sad anymore… I don’t feel anything.”

The man says nothing, taking his notes on a clipboard.

“I clung to Daddy and Mamma for everything. Everything. They were my foundation. Every person needs something to build themselves on. But mine was built on sand. I’ll never know who my real parents were, who my own family is. All I have is Mamma to cling on to. And when she’s gone, I’ll disappear completely. I’ll just be… empty.”

There is silence in the room for a while. Then, Jotaro calls out, “Shizuka, come over and look at this.”

Shizuka does, after a moment of confusion. “What?”

“Look at this,” the man says, pointing at a rock in the aquarium, “see that, encrusted on the rock? Look there, it’s opening its shell to release its legs.”

Shizuka looks, and what she thought was some sort of stone opens up to extend an appendage similar to a feather duster. “What is that?” she asks as Jotaro rolls up his sleeve and dips his hand into the aquarium, picking up the rock the thing is attached to. He presents the rock, water dripping all over the floor.

“An acorn barnacle. Those feathery things are modified legs, left over from their larval stage. Most species of barnacle attach themselves to substrate, but many others cling to animals. These, for example, like to latch onto to humpback whales. At first glance, they resemble bivalve molluscs like clams or mussels, but in fact they’re crustaceans, closer to crabs.”

“Ohh, ok… Does it have anything to do with what we were talking about?”

“No. It just fascinates me.”

“...Ok.”

“Come outside with me for a second.”

Jotaro gets up from his seat abruptly and steps out of the lab. Shizuka follows him outside, bewildered. On the deck of the research vessel, she can see land in the distance. Gulls cry overhead. Jotaro stares straight ahead. The name painted on the side of the vessel is OCEAN MAN.

“2 years ago, the world nearly came to an end.” 

Shizuka blinks. “What?”

“A man named Enrico Pucci, a follower of an old enemy of mine, set in motion a plan which would give him the power to end the world and remake it in his image. Jolyne and I tried to stop him, and we failed. STAR PLATINUM couldn’t touch him. I couldn’t touch him.”

“... Well, it couldn’t have been that bad, considering we’re all still here.”

“Yes. We have Giorno Giovanna to thank for that.”

“Who?”

“Giorno Giovanna. The son of that old enemy of mine, the very one Pucci lived for. He appeared out of nowhere, drawn by fate to Cape Canaveral, just like we were. He saved our lives, stopped Pucci with the most terrifying ability I’ve ever seen. But with his death came something I can’t explain; things were different. The world seemed different. Maybe the nature of Pucci’s ability was that it would affect the world in spite of his death. I don’t know. But in spite of everything, I was still alive. Jolyne was still alive. We all were still alive.”

Shizuka grimaces, looking down. “But then Daddy died six months later anyway! So you got upstaged, what difference does it make!?”

“It makes a difference. I was afraid. I still am.”

“... You are…?”

“I’m afraid that the world we’re in is the wrong one. I’m afraid of Giorno Giovanna’s power, however much he seems to intend to use it for good. In that moment when Death stared me straight in the face, I truly felt powerless. I feared that I would die, unable to do anything to protect the ones I love. 

“I was afraid of losing my family. But I didn’t. I still have my daughter, and all of you.”

“But... we’re not family. I’m… not your family.”

“Yes you are. We might not share any blood, but that’s not what families are made from. Connections don’t start with the blood, but the Will. The old man chose you, made you his daughter. You dishonor his memory by denying that connection.”

“But Daddy isn’t here anymore…!”

“He lives in you. He left behind a legacy of adventure and justice, and spent his final years raising you. As long as we live with pride, he’s always with us.”

Too busy stifling tears to pull away from Jotaro’s gentle embrace, Shizuka buries her face into her nephew’s shirt. “What-- What do I even do?”

“I don’t know. You have to decide, but whatever you do, you’ll be fine. You are Joseph Joestar’s daughter.”

Shizuka sniffs, and dribbles snot into the fabric of Jotaro’s coat. Shaking his head, he says “Good grief…”

                                                            ---

“My own way of doing things?” Shizuka murmurs, staring in the mirror. “What is my way of doing things? Who am I, even?” She has returned home, standing in the bathroom of her parents’ New York apartment, where she has lived her whole life. 

Once again, she places the sunglasses over her eyes, casting a reddish veneer over her vision. She raises her hand, and concentrates. Before her eyes, the hand turns invisible. “This power… That I’ve always used to hide away… To disappear… I don’t want that! I don’t want to disappear! I want to be real!!”

She began with practicing smiles in the mirror, her face so unused to it. A spirit gripped her, a new determination she had never before known. Having mastered smiling, she began further preparations. 

Sunbathing herself beet red, experimenting with all manner of make-up, nearly bleaching the hair right off her scalp. Every misstep only fuelled her determination, to take the next step in her transformation. 

She would no longer be someone who hid, who disappeared. She would draw attention, burn herself into people’s memories. Like a star, shining light in the dark. 

She would be Shizuka Joestar.

                                                         ---

Back in the present, Phantasma swings a heavy fist at her. She jumps back, losing her footing and stumbling backwards into the ropes. Her ears are ringing and there is a whirlpool in skull. Beneath her feet, shards of shattered glass crunch. Leaning back over the ropes, Shizuka sees the broken skylight above her. The shaft of light that illuminate the dim place.

“Phantasma…” she murmurs.

The masked woman listens, her eyes till covered by the makeshift blindfold. “Hmm?”

“Do you know… about whale barnacles?”

“... Excuse me?”

“Whale barnacles. Like the barnacles that you find stuck to piers or rocks in tide pools, only these ones attach themselves to live whales, especially humpbacks. My nephew told me about them.”

“... I seem to have struck you so hard you can’t think straight. You were doing so well before, and now you’re making a fool of yourself, once again.”

Shizuka gasps, gulping air into her harried lungs before speaking again. “The thing with barnacles is, they live their whole adult lives cemented to a single object, but they are not part of it. They are wholly independent.

“In extreme cases, a lot of barnacles can provide a humpback whale with armor, protecting it from rivals or predators. But it might also cause extra drag, slowing it down. But only in extreme cases, and even then, the barnacles do not serve the whale at all. They are completely, independent beings. Phantasma… I’m sure you think you’ve already won, yes?”

Phantasma cocks her head to one side. “I don’t follow what you’re saying. You are right, of course, I look forward to your final moments. I expect them to be glorious. But what do barnacles have to do with anything?”

“It’s just the first… the first thing you need to understand.” She says, pulling herself, facing forward. Her vision is unfocused, as she stares straight past Phantasma, at the gap in the ropes where Moya fell through.

“The first? What, then, is the second?”

“The second thing is my name,” she stands, no longer leaning on the ropes. “You heard it before, but I don’t think you were paying attention, so I’ll tell you again. My name is Shizuka Joestar. That name is why you’re going to lose.”

“Oh? How so? Will your family’s lawyers litigate me to death? It’s worth a try, I suppose,” the masked woman sneers.

“It’s not about money, it’s about tradition,” Shizuka says, her smile weakly returning. “Within the Joestar family, there’s a technique that’s been passed down through the generations. A surefire move that not even Moya knows about.”

“A secret technique?” Phantasma asks, her grin becoming genuine.

“That’s right. You told me to fight until my last breath… well, if all my other options are through, then I have no choice… I hope you’re ready for this…!”

“I am ready. Show me, Shizuka Joestar!” ABRAXAS emerges, banging its chest before readying itself behind Phantasma. “Show me what your blood is worth!”

[toldnews-blog]

New Post has been published on https://toldnews.com/lifestyle/the-chic-octogenarian-behind-barbies-best-looks/

The Chic Octogenarian Behind Barbie’s Best Looks

LOS ANGELES — Carol Spencer, 86, may be the most influential fashion designer you’ve never heard of.

In the mid-1960s, she made a red pencil skirt with a white sleeveless blouse that had red stitching and three red buttons down the front. Short white gloves came with it. Thousands sold.

In the 1970s, well aware that the counterculture’s loosening dress code and mores had made it to the mainstream, Ms. Spencer designed a red bandanna halter maxi-dress and a matching leisure shirt for men. Those designs were popular, too.

In the Nancy Reagan 1980s, Ms. Spencer aimed for high-end appeal, making a one-shouldered ball gown in blue jacquard with an organza flower at the nipped-in waist and a cape. One of Mrs. Reagan’s go-to couturiers personally approved the gown to be sold under his name: “Oscar de la Renta for Barbie.”

Ms. Spencer has made wedding dresses, saris, go-go boots and caftans. All in miniature. From 1963 to 1999, she was Barbie’s fashion designer, a career celebrated in her new book, “Dressing Barbie” (HarperDesign).

Ms. Spencer also made her own clothes, and had an easy time working with the doll’s famously unusual proportions, she said, because they weren’t so far from her own. “I have shrunk but in those days, I was tall and skinny,” she said. “I had a 16-inch waist and something on top, too, I sure did, but Barbie’s legs were better than mine.”

She was sitting in her dining room, wearing a blouse in a shade that can only be described as Barbie pink, with a Barbie brooch and a Barbie digital watch that legions of girls probably begged to get for Christmas in the 1990s.

It was a different body part that was most important for her job, Ms. Spencer said: “I have small hands.” She set down the Barbie teacup filled with lemonade she had been clasping to show her fingers. They are small and jut out at angles from the joint, a disfiguration likely caused by years of grasping little needles and bottles of glue.

In creating a wardrobe for Barbie and the entourage (Skipper, Ken, Midge, Big Jim, Baby Sister Kelly, Cara, Stacey, Christie, P.J., Steffie and Miss America), Ms. Spencer was part of a team that has inspired the work of designers including Bob Mackie, Nicole Miller, Jeremy Scott and Jason Wu, who once said he played with Barbie dolls when he was a child.

For a Moschino fashion show in Milan in 2014, Mr. Scott had a Barbie waiting on front-row chairs and sent models down the runway in blond bouffants and pink skirt suits.

Last month, to celebrate the doll’s 60th birthday, Mattel hosted a profusely pink Barbie bacchanal in New York City with Instagram-friendly Dream House backdrops, intended to draw in a new generation of fans who are too young to know that Barbie was the original influencer.

1. Ms. Spencer designed Ski Party Pink for Barbie in 1982. The sweater had Dolman sleeves and a cowl neck. In her ankle-strap high-heels, she was ready to hit the bars, not the slopes.

2. Released in 1979, this City Sophisticate outfit had a faux-fur-trimmed coat and skirt accented by a yellow soutache braid.

3. A Mattel employee accidentally ordered 2,500 yards of gold-and-white striped fabric, instead of 250 yards. Ms. Spencer’s 1965 Country Club Dance fashions made use of the excess.

4. The 1992 Totally Hair Barbie was one of Mattel’s best sellers. Ms. Spencer designed a Pucci-inspired mini.

5. Ms. Spencer wanted to create an “evening pajama�� look for Barbie after Barbra Streisand wore a Scaasi version when accepting an Academy Award in 1969. Ms. Streisand’s outfit was see-through, so Ms. Spencer made Barbie special panties.

Saving the Dune Buggy

Even since her retirement, Ms. Spencer has devoted her time to Barbie. Inducted in 2017 into the Women in Toys, Licensing & Entertainment Hall of Fame, she has spent her golden years attending Barbie collectors events, doing research and amassing artifacts.

For years she has worked on “Dressing Barbie,” which is sized for a coffee table and subtitled “A Celebration of the Clothes That Made America’s Favorite Fashion Doll, and the Incredible Woman Behind Them.” Laurie Brookins, a writer and stylist, helped Ms. Spencer with the project.

The book combines styled vintage fashion photography with memoir. Born in 1932 and raised in Minneapolis, Ms. Spencer rejected the wife-and-mother path that prevailed in the American midcentury and instead made a career for herself. “I truly fell in love with Barbie the first moment I created her clothes and accessories,” she writes in the book.

Barbie has been a go-to emblem of all that has ill-served girls and young women in American culture. Living in a world that is almost exclusively white, the doll has breasts that are disproportionately large compared with her hips, and her feet are contorted into a permanent “floint” (short for flexing your toes back as you point the rest of your foot).

Her hair seems to be bleached blond, never with dark (or gray) roots. At times she dressed the part of a doctor or politician but has seemed unable to hold down a job. And there’s the place in Malibu. Does it come from a trust fund or Ken?

But Ms. Spencer would like to counterpunch the Barbie bashing. She points out the doll’s humble origins, with her proportions modeled after paper dolls cut from newspapers. She also defends Barbie as a healthy alternative to video games; an engine of imagination for girls and boys, who can project onto a Barbie doll whoever they may wish to become.

“It’s wholesome play,” she said, as she pulled from a case one of the many hundreds of dolls in her home. This one was wearing a yellow chiffon-like pleated tunic with see-through pajama pants, inspired by the Arnold Scaasi transparent ensemble Barbra Streisand wore to the 1969 Oscars when she won a best actress award for “Funny Girl.”

Ms. Spencer’s house is filled with books like “Barbie: Her Life and Times” and “Dream Doll: the Ruth Handler Story,” about Ms. Handler, who, with her husband, Elliot, and Harold Matson, founded Mattel in 1945. The Barbie fashion doll was released in 1959.

Over a cluttered desk are posters of Barbie, like one showing the same image of the original 1959 doll, displayed against four different bright backgrounds, à la Warhol. (It was made to celebrate Mattel’s 35th Anniversary Barbie Festival, in 1994.)

Ms. Spencer is a scavenger for treasures in a toss-everything world. One day at the Mattel offices, then located in Hawthorne, Calif., she noticed someone was about to throw away an important piece of Barbie memorabilia.

“It was the prototype for Barbie’s dune buggy,” she said. “They were tossing it, and I said, ‘Would you toss it my way?’”

She learned thrift as a child. “During World War II, things were scarce and I remember the family would get the Sunday paper,” Ms Spencer said. “When they’d get through with it, they’d hand me the comic pages so that I could cut out the paper dolls.”

She began to create paper fashion for these paper dolls. Soon she was making her own clothes. But being a fashion designer didn’t seem like a realistic goal in those days, she recalled. “You could be a teacher, nurse, secretary or clerk,” she said. “But wife and mother were the big ones.”

She was engaged to a medical student but when she realized she was expected to work to help pay for education before quitting to be a “doctor’s wife,” she broke the engagement. Then she enrolled at the Minneapolis College of Art and Design, where she got a bachelor of fine arts with a focus on fashion design.

In May 1955, as she was about to graduate, she received a telegram from New York letting her know that her application for a “guest editor” slot at Mademoiselle magazine had been approved. Instead of sticking around for her commencement ceremony, Ms. Spencer took her first plane trip and moved in to the Barbizon Hotel for Women, for a month.

During her time in New York, she attended a reception at the home of the cosmetics entrepreneur Helena Rubinstein, visited the recently opened United Nations, danced with West Point cadets at the St. Regis hotel and interviewed the designer Pauline Trigère in her studio.

Ms. Spencer was in the same class of Mademoiselle guest editors as Joan Didion. “It was about as far from Minneapolis as you could get,” she writes.

She returned to her hometown to work, designing children’s wear for Wonderalls Company and then moved to Milwaukee to become a “misses” sportswear designer.

In late 1962, Ms. Spencer spotted an advertisement in Women’s Wear Daily. “A national manufacturer who leads its industry with annual sales in excess of $50 million seeks a cost-conscious fashion designer-stylist for its suburban Los Angeles facility.”

She sent a résumé and heard nothing back. Still, sensing this mysterious job was her destiny, she and her aunt packed up their 1959 Ford Fairlane and drove across the country to California.

In April 1963, she saw an ad in the California Apparel News for the same job, and this time her application got a response. It was from Mattel, the toymaker already known for the postwar bombshell: Barbie.

Ms. Spencer went to the company headquarters for an interview and was asked to make a suite of outfits for this creature. She made a halter-top-and-boy-short bikini, a one-piece in the same shade of orange-pink. There was a cover-up and a wrap skirt. She got the job.

Pink Pills Nixed

At that time, Mattel made about 125 different outfits a year for Barbie, and the fashion department, run by Charlotte Johnson, could be cutthroat.

“Charlotte had a theory,” Ms. Spencer said. “If you have four designers, you put them in four corners. And it was always competitive and you were pitching your product. Sometimes the competition was kind of dirty.”

How so? She wouldn’t say. “I’m out of it, I’m retired, I’m enjoying life, I’ll put it that way,” she said, and she took a sip of lemonade from her Barbie teacup.

Some of her early successes, all of which she has cataloged, included Country Club Dance (a white and gold striped gown), From Nine to Five (a midcalf blue dress with an embroidered vest and hair scarf) and Debutante Ball (an aqua satin gown with a fur stole).

Ms. Spencer took her cue from the culture around her. As the Jane Fonda aerobics craze of the 1980s took off, Barbie got a purple leotard and leg warmers. When NASA’s space shuttle exploration was in full tilt, Barbie became an astronaut (albeit one in thigh-high boots and silver capes).

And there was inspiration from her own life as well. When she needed a biopsy on her breast, Ms. Spencer was transfixed by the white coats doctors wore. The biopsy was negative, but the fashion was positive. Guess who became, however briefly, a surgeon?

There were missteps too, like when she gave Dr. Barbie a case of pink pills without knowing that at that time pink pills were known to be methamphetamines. “Let me tell you, that caused quite a stir,” she said. (Her faux pas was caught before Meth-Head Barbie made its way to children’s dollhouses.)

There are hundreds and hundreds of designs that are Carol Spencer originals, with only a small portion bearing her name. Until the mid-1990s, Mattel didn’t put designer names on Barbie’s packaging.

But Ms. Spencer remembers each of her creations, and many of them are in her home, which her sister, Margaret, 88, will be moving into soon. But even though Ms. Spencer gets out less these days, and relies on a walker to take more than a few steps, she said she feels surrounded by good company.

“You’re never alone when you have dinner at my house,” she said. “Barbie is always with you.”

[mrs-brando-joestar]

Pucci, Johnny and Diego reacting to the first 'I love you'? uwu

hey anon! i’m so sorry this took longer than it should have. i wrote scenarios for u instead of using the typical bullet point style i use for other asks. i hope u enjoy this! 

Diego reacting to the first ‘I love you’

You were way over your head. Why were you chasing after a playboy jockey? Who knows. But you were not going to give up on your conquest. Diego is far too handsome to give up. His beauty is a rarity. 

You’re likely his biggest fan. You go to every one of his races. The first few times, you’d cheer for him. Now, all you could do is stare at him from the sidelines. Stare at the way his fair, golden locks blew in the wind. Stare at the way his piercing blue eyes sparked with intensity the closer he got to the finish line. Stare at the adorable bounce his helmet did when his horse sped up. They way his sweat only made his skin appear more radiant, the wetness making his clothes tighter on his lean, cut body.

It was too much. You felt a knot at the bottom of your stomach. You’ve never felt this way about anyone. Diego had so many beautiful girls pining for him. Why would he even pay attention to you? You felt so plain, so small and insignificant.

Today was the same situation. Just staring, no action. After his race (which he won, of course), he approaches you. “You come to everyone of my races, don’t you?” Your heart skips a beat. He notices you? Unbeknownst to you, he has had your eye on you for a while. 

“Yes, sir.” Sir? What were you thinking. Now he’s gonna think you’re lame. Oh, well. “I really adore you…I think I love you even.” Okay, really…what are you thinking? Why would you say that out loud?

Diego chuckles. “Is that so? I can’t blame you.” Cocky bastard. Oh well. He’s still as charming as ever. “Why don’t you tell me more? Over dinner, perhaps.” 

It pays off to be honest. 

Johnny reacting to the first ‘I love you’

Johnny’s the sweetest. He spoiled you really. He is adorable and a wonderful conversationalist. 

The rumors surrounding him are awful. Sure, Johnny was not as humble as he is now, but if he’s this kind to you now, there was surely a sweetness glowing within him even during his racing days. Before you, he had so many women. But, those were just flings. Nothing genuine. 

You make him so happy. After being disgraced, he became so insecure and depressed. But with you, he feels strong again. You brought him new meaning. 

Today, you two are meeting to attend a show. As you two made your way down to your seats, he takes your hand and kisses it. His lips felt so soft and warm, it set butterflies in your stomach. He whispers, “I love you.” 

The show starts before you could respond. Johnny feels like you are ignoring him, like if he just made a mistake in sharing with you. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. 

You adore him. His smile was rare, but when he shared it with you, you feel so special. Nothing but love for him. His sarcastic sense of humor was your favorite. His strawberry blonde hair and freckles are adorable! He had so many stories from his racing days. Your thoughts were clouded with Johnny during the entire show.

You two leave the theater. Johnny’s head is down. He looks defeated. You lay a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Johnny. I love you too. More than you could ever understand.” You flash a smile with him. 

His head perks up. His eyes look like they are swelling with tears. He was so anxious, but now he knows for sure that he is in love with you. He kisses you deeply. “I’m so damn happy. You make me so damn happy.”

Pucci reacting to the first ‘I love you’

Pucci’s usually intense eyes had a tenderness to them. When he looks at you, your heart flutters. He may not be the most physically intimate lover, but Pucci possessed a power like no other. As a priest, he is a master at using words to touch the hearts of sinners and saints alike. He never failed to express his feelings for you with the most impeccable and romantic prose. 

He makes you feel so special, so loved, so treasured and precious. You wished you could be as eloquent as Pucci. You want to make him feel flustered for once. You want to sweep him off his feet using words alone. 

A man as calm and composed as Pucci rarely looked like he felt anxiety or stress. He’s amazing. You’re so in awe. You feel undeserving. He’s so handsome. He had a lovely low voice, yet it is soft and soothing. His cheekbones were high, his skin glowing and flawless.

He sees that you feel nervous. His strong hands cup your face. “What is troubling you?” You could never hide anything from him. Did Pucci just have good intuition? Was God speaking through him? Who knows. 

“Enrico….I. I,” you struggled to even speak. Your eyelashes fluttered and your lips pouting.

“Just speak.” You notice that he couldn’t even look at you. Honestly, when you get shy, he finds it rather adorable and endearing.

“I love you Enrico!” For once, the great Father Pucci was at a loss for words. All he could say is, “I love you too.”

[conceptofzero]

diopucci week - family/scars

There are many things Pucci misses. 

Running water. Pocket spring mattresses. Properly spiced food. Flush toilets. A 190 degree field of vision. 

He makes do. He always has.

This isn’t his first time through the 1880′s. He always hopes that each time will be his last. Sooner or later, he will find the right combination of worlds, the right sequence of events. He has all the time in the world. All the time in this world, and the next, and the next, and the next, and the next, and so on. 

The promise of Heaven was to be content with fate. But the true blessing of Heaven for Pucci is eternity to right life’s many wrongs. All it cost him was his right eye. The price is not so steep. His depth perception is not what it once was, but he has grown accustomed to it. The scar is difficult to look at, but vanity was a small price to pay. Those inconveniences are nothing compared to what he’s been blessed with. 

The sun is setting and the lamplighters are about with their poles and flames, bringing a dull glow to the city streets. No matter how often Pucci returns to London in this era, he never grows used to the rank smell of it. The scent is like a living thing, couched over the city. 

No matter. He won’t be here long. This isn’t like his other attempts, those long years spent living in a small apartment nearby. He has tried that before, freed Dio from his father’s abuses and raised him as he ought to have been. He’s simply watched other times, intervening now and then to cover up for Dio’s petty crimes, his early furtive attempts at lashing out before he fully understood how to disguise his rage. Those Dios were not his own, not the one who showed Pucci enlightenment and gravity made manifest, but they were still Dio, and Pucci watched to see what Dio would become in a world where what was rightfully his came to him early on. There was a certain satisfaction in seeing the end conclusions of these cul-de-sac, but they never yielded what he truly needed. 

Not that it mattered. The only thing it ever cost was time, and he had plenty of that these days. Made in Heaven was always silent, always eager to obey his commands. The universe was his to command, and with practice, he had learned how to control the speed at which he moved through time - and his end destinations. It was a shame it wasn’t true time travel. He could only ever go forward, not backwards. 

But that was not so different from life. Always move forward. Never look back.

On the edge of twilight, the moment that Pucci has been waiting for occurs. From the mouth of a tight alley comes Dio, barely twelve years old. Even at such a young age, Pucci can note the charisma that radiates from him, the promise of greatness that will one day come. 

Beneath his arm is a small wrapped bundle. Pucci waits until Dio is near before he calls out to him. “Good evening.” 

Dio’s eyes carefully slide over Pucci, and it takes him just a second to make a judgement on Pucci’s character. Once decided, Dio shifts his tone and stance to something less churlish. Even as a young man, he knows how best to manipulate a situation. If only his temper didn’t run so hot in his youth... 

“Hello Father.” Dio says. “Are you lost?”

“I’m afraid I am.” Pucci favours Dio with a small smile, that of the helpless old priest lost in London. “Do you know the way to the Red Bull? I was meant to meet a friend there.” 

"I was headed there myself. I can take you the rest of the way.” Dio offers, not out of any kindness of course, but out of an assumption that he can undoubtedly convince Pucci to part with his coins one way or another. 

“That would be very kind of you, thank you.” Pucci says, and falls in step with Dio as they make their way down the streets. It’s a rough part of town and they aren’t alone, though no one pays much mind to the Catholic priest walking with a boy. Pucci waits until they’ve covered half the ground before he calls attention to the bundle under Dio’s arm. “Are you delivering something?” 

“No.” Dio keeps his gaze ahead, his arm tightening around the cloth. “My mother’s sick. I’m selling one of her old dresses for medicine.” 

Dio’s mother is dead and buried in a paper’s grave. That dress is the last thing Dio has of his mother, and he cannot go home without selling it. 

“I see.” Pucci says. “I will pray for your mother.” 

There is a tenseness in Dio’s shoulders that he cannot hide. Pucci knows that Dio believes in nothing at this age - not God, not fate, not gravity. That belief will take time and age, and a century beneath the ocean. For now, Pucci’s words can only be barbs to Dio, instead of bringing comfort.

“Thank you Father.” Dio’s voice is remarkably controlled. And he turns his head to look at Pucci. “But it would help more if you were willing to spare a few coins.”

“Yes, it would.” Pucci agrees. “I’ll buy your mother’s dress, once we reach the Red Bull.” 

“Thank you, Father.” His voice is even-keeled, but he knows Dio well enough to detect the edge of condescension there, the thinly veiled rage beneath. And such is the trouble with Dio - there is no world where he can bring happiness to a younger Dio without killing the man that Pucci loves. The century beneath the ocean is essential, the water that tempers the red-hot iron of Dio’s rage. To make a man worthy of becoming as unto God, Pucci must let Dio undergo his trials. 

But he needs something more. Something essential to him as well. 

“Do not thank me.” Pucci says as they walk. “’You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.’ You are my neighbor, as I am yours.” 

“Of course, Father.” Dio mummers. 

“I love the Lord my God with all my heart, and with all my soul, and with all my strength, and with all my mind.” Pucci says, and he knows that this time, this time will be it. This time will be different than the rest. 

They approach the pub. Pucci comes to a stop and draws out the money. Three shillings, four crowns, and a pound note. The paper catches Dio off guard, and for a moment, Pucci is treated to the rare pleasure of Dio with his defenses down, his face pulled into one of shock. 

“Spend the shillings on your father. Keep the rest safe for yourself. You will need it one day.” Pucci says, the coins and bill held forward. “You have a destiny to fulfill. I will meet you again one day, and when I do, I will return your mother’s dress to you.” 

The shock has died, replaced by suspicion. Dio is tense, and Pucci knows he’s ready to strike. There’s no chance that Dio would venture out at night without a weapon in hand. “Who are you?” 

Pucci smiles ever so slightly. “A stranger to you. But one day, a dear friend.” 

He’s pushed it as far as he can. The knife is in hand, tipped away from his sight, but Pucci can see the glimmer in Dio’s palm, the lamp light shining off of it. He summons his stand. Dio is a century away from the World, but for a moment - for a moment, there is a flicker in his eyes. Perhaps he sees it.

Time does not stop for Pucci. But the world around him slows. He gently takes the dress from Dio’s hand, pressing the money into it instead. He closes Dio’s small fingers, so unfamiliar to Pucci even after all this time. This is Dio’s body, and yet, it is not. His true form comes later, taken by force, won in a pitched battle of blood and fire. One day soon, Dio will wear a halo of scars around his throat, and Pucci will press his hand to them, and he will tell Dio the story of his own scar and the final ruination of the Joestar line.

This is not yet the Dio he loves, but one day, he will be. Pucci walks off with the dress, his stand by his side. The dress must be placed in a safe place, in packaging that will keep it fresh. And in time, in a century, in the blink of an eye, Pucci will return it to Dio in Cairo. 

This time, Dio will be able to trust Pucci. This time, Pucci will assist Dio in his ascension. And this time, as for all times from now on, Pucci will no longer be unto a lonely god. 

Or, if not this time, then next time.

[skysquid22]

The gem that doesn’t get to shine in Eyes of Heaven would be all the 6taro stuff they had, but never put in the game. Y’all put in 5 DIO’s but not 3 Jotaros? smh.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7L-lP-8rVxk

This video goes through all that cut 6taro content, but if you don’t want to watch all 35 minutes, I’ll put down some highlights.

- His respectful discussion on the Joestar inheritance of ‘will’ with Jonathan [0:25]

- Joseph: “HUH?? You’re the old man here.” Jotaro: “...I’m not that old yet.” [2:23] 

- Hear Jotaro softly say, “I’ve missed you Kakyoin.” [Kak dialogue at 2:51, that line at 2:58] 

- Kak: “We did it! We won Mr. Jotaro!” Jotaro: “Hmph... stop goofing around.” Well worth listening to for how happy Jotaro sounds. [3:36]

- Iggy doesn’t recognize Jotaro at first and it takes a bit of time for Jotaro to remember Iggy’s preference for coffee gum. Cause. Y’know. Jotaro hadn’t seen Iggy in like 20 some years. [7:18]

- Jotaro, about Pucci: “Your friend? DIO actually made friends with a human?” [9:49]

- Josuke: “Did you get older?” Jotaro: “It’s just your imagination.” [10:32]

- Koichi: “Is it just me or do you look even more imposing now?” Jotaro: “No... It’s not just your imagination.” [12:00]

- Jotaro: “Mental strength is what influences Stand power, Josuke.” [11:06] Particularly interesting considering how often others consider if Jotaro is weaker, even Jotaro himself at times with his Stand. 

- Koichi: “You sure got a lot of energy for your age.” Jotaro: “What’s that supposed to mean” [12:46] RIP Koichi. 

- Okuyasu: “YEAHHHH Mr. Jotaro complimented me!” [13:42] Omg my heart. 

- Rohan tries to convince Jotaro that Heaven’s Door should be used on him. To varying results. Rohan: “Let me read you!!!!!” Jotaro: “why are so many people interested in what I’ve got inside my head?” [14:02]

- Akria’s desperate attempt to be remembered while Jotaro is just like: “lol the electric guy?” [16:10]

- Jotaro: “Your only fate... is to get run over Yoshikage Kira.” [18:03] OH SHITTT

- All of his interactions with Giorno make my heart hurt. He tells Jotaro to call him GioGio and doesn’t liked to be called ‘Boss’. Jotaro giving him advice on his path, good or evil. [18:09] And at [18:53], Jotaro: “I’m sure of it now... you’re definitely a Joestar.” Aaaaaaaaaaaaa

- Starting at [19:16] goes into a lot of the same dialogue in Stone Ocean so if you’re waiting for the anime, there is your version until it’s made. [20:32] for the “I’ve always cherished you.” line. 

- He trusts Hermes and is happy Jolyne made some good friends. :) [21:36] Shortly after is Jotaro Not Giving Anasui The Time of Day. get his ass.

- Tequila Joseph: “Oh! Look how bashful you are! How cute!” Jotaro: “...Is it the dementia?” [26:27] LMAOOO

- [27:27] the most important line. Jotaro gets turned into a snail. 

- My favorite Jotaro quote. [34:58]

TL;DR: Jotaro is really fucking funny. Also he sounds equally depressed and kind. 

eyes of heaven is basically what would happen if every single jojo and most of the main cast met each other. also dio is being himself.

OH WHAT THE FUCK THAT SOUNDS SO COOOOOOOOOOLLLLL 😈😈😈😈😈

i like it already ty for informing me 💗

[calicorn]

All of them

okay fine  i probably deserved thatPART 1-7 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. READER BEWARE, YOU’RE IN FOR A SCARE

1: Do you have any birthmarks?

i’m covered in moles, but 3 weird ones are the one on my waterline, one on the bottom of my right foot, and one on the side of my left foot

2: Are there any bands that you never knew about before you read JJBA?

a lot but my parents listen to 70s/80s bands so they’re vaguely familiar

3: If you had a stand, what would its power be?

answered this one a while back BUTit’s called Helter Skelter, named after the Beatles song, and i was gonna give it the ability to dissolve stuff it touches, but at varying speeds depending on the material and how dense/large the object is (pic here)

4: Would you every reject your humanity?

not if it meant losing garlic bread

5: Would you rather be a stand user or a master of the ripple?

stand

6: Would you be a antagonist or protagonist?

i’d probably be like.. a part 4 kind of antagonist, where i’m not that much of a threat just cause id be too confused about my stand and shit

7: If you could have any canon stand, which one would it be?

(just answered this BUT) Hey Ya! would be the most likely since god damn i need motivation, but other cool stands i wouldn’t mind having would be Pearl Jam, Gold Experience, Mr. President, Stray Cat, or Scary Monsters

8: Do you have a dream Jojo cosplay you wish you could make?

right now i wanna cosplay Hot Pants

9: Who would you say has the best looks in JJBA?

giorno, the pretty ladybug boi

10: favorite part(s)?

7, but i still do love 4

11: How did you get into JJBA?

you kept asking me for like a year and a half, drai >:U

12: What do you think of Hirohiko Araki?

someone please teach this man how to draw animals

13: Most heart crushing moment (besides part 6 ending)?

STILL NARANCIA (oh and gyro’s fate too)

14: Do you enjoy the videogames they’ve made based on the series?

i havent played them lmao

15: What’s character(s) is named after your favorite song(s)/band(s)?

uhhh well i started listening to queen more, and im diggin king crimson’s songs

16: How would describe the series to someone who has never read it before?

it’s about a bunch of buff anime men doing avatar the last airbender type shit, and there’s fighting ghost/pokemon things in there too

17: What would you say is one of the more bizarre things that has happened in the series?

18: Who’s your favorite Jojo?

Joseph, Josuke, Jolyne, and Johnny

19: Who’s your favorite sidekick/side character?

Okuyasu or Gyro

20: Who’s your favorite villain?

Mr. Enrico “what the fuck is my hair” Pucci, and Valentine is at a close second but because hes a complete scumbagBUT I STILL ADORE DIO

21: What do you think would have happened if your favorite villain had won?

i mean he kinda almost did

22: Is there one character death that you refuse to accept?

:^)   yeah

23: Least favorite character(s)?

anasui, and that rock paper scissors kid from part 4

24: Do you own any JJBA merchandise?

2 dio figures, a print of all the jojos minus johnny and gappy, and the animation cel of vanilla ice

25: Any JJBA merchandise you wish you could have?

more animation cels and figures

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1: Do you have any birthmarks?

Not really...except a red V that appears on my forehead when I cry a lot (it have been there since I was a baby) but I don’t think it counts as a birthmark.

2: Are there any bands that you never knew about before you read JJBA?

Like....half of the ones that are mentioned. I mean I knew some of the really popular songs and bands on the names, but I’m more into Asian music so... dishonor on my music cow.

3: If you had a stand, what would its power be?

Something that let me sleep more without wasting day hours(?) or definitely some Time Stop hability.

4: Would you every reject your humanity?

I’VE ALREADY DID IT!! -reading gay fanfics and drawing gay jojo porn at 6am without haven’t sleep yet-

5: Would you rather be a stand user or a master of the ripple?

Stand user 100%

6: Would you be a antagonist or protagonist?

Probably antagonist, but like that villain minion that appears a couple times to make a comic relief from the angst that is about to come.

7: If you could have any canon stand, which one would it be?

Za warudo, or Crazy Diamond

8: Do you have a dream Jojo cosplay you wish you could make?

Oh yes!!! Unfortunately, I have a body shape that can’t be anything but female, and since there aren't many female characters in Jojo (and I don’t like that much fem!cosplays of male characters) I just wish to do Hotpants to go on duo cosplay with my friend and her Diego cosplay....but if I COULD  make any cosplay I wanted, probably DIO, Blackmore, Josuke, Polnareff or Abbacchio. 

9: Who would you say has the best looks in JJBA?

Fashion fight between Bruno and Josuke.

10: favorite part(s)?

4, 5 and 7. Don’t make me choose, please.

11: How did you get into JJBA?

A long time ago a good friend was obsessed with Jojo (before the animes when the ovas and mangas where the only thing around) and had her phase of Jojo and send me all the mangas and spoilers (of part 1 and 2), but I really really get into when a couple of other friends dragged me back and made me read and watch the next arcs. 

12: What do you think of Hirohiko Araki?

and just the best

13: Most heart crushing moment (besides part 6 ending)?

Oh boy...I’m a crybaby so like every single death of a major protagonist hit me hard, but if I had to choose that one that destroyed me probably was Avdol and Iggy's death. Like I just cry every time as hard as I did for the first time. 

14: Do you enjoy the videogames they've made based on the series?

-haven’t stopped playing Eyes of heaven since she bought it the last week- HELL YEAAAAH!

15: What's character(s) is named after your favorite song(s)/band(s)?

-watch at all her japanese trash music- ah....but there’s Man in the mirror, Killer Queen, Bohemian rhapsody and Metallica c’’’:

16: How would describe the series to someone who has never read it before?

Everything in anime that you know came from here, it’s the father of all shonen as we know it and it’s perfect. (Actual words I used to convince a friend to read jojo)

17: What would you say is one of the more bizarre things that has happened in the series?

18: Who's your favorite Jojo?

Tight fight between Josuke and Joseph

19: Who's your favorite sidekick/side character?

Fav Brojo: Okuyasu/Caesar Sidekick villain: Blackmore/Doppio/

20: Who's your favorite villain?

DIO!!!!

21: What do you think would have happened if your favorite villain had won?

Tbh I don’t think it would have changed A LOT, DIO only wanted to fill his ego with power, knowing that he was above everyone, he would probably just pull the strings of the world liders and be sure that humans keep making more humans so he could feed. Of course, if he had won we wouldn’t have the next arcs...except VA, but with the advantage that Giornos’s father is the king of the world.

22: Is there one character death that you refuse to accept?

ALL OF THEM!!! NOBODY DIED IN JOJO EVER!!! -sobs on the corner-

23: Least favorite character(s)?

Kishibe Rohan, the only thing that makes him tolerable for me is that in the games his voice is Hiroshi Kamiya and I’m hella straight for that voice.

24: Do you own any JJBA merchandise?

Horrible photo quality sorry.  I have this and a couple of doujinshis

25: Any JJBA merchandise you wish you could have?

Moar figures (Pucci, Giorno, Ceasar, Joseph, Okuyasu and Josuke), nendoroids, the official 25 years artbook and more doujins...but I’m going to japan this year so....eve I think I’ll buy all of that stuff. (Tho I’ll have to protect them with my life because my cat have been trying to eat DIO since I brought him)

[highdio]

i got two questions that i desire to know from you because you seem to have a handle of Dio's personality: what kind of dystonia would he create if he ruled the world, if he won in Part I or Part III? would young vampire Dio's rule be different from this older and wiser part III counterpart?

Kind of tough to answer since unlike a lot of the other Jojo villains (Pucci, Valentine, Kars to an extent), Dio isn’t motivated by reshaping the world. He’s a selfish villain driven by his desire to expand his own power and transcend all limits. So the shape of the world that would be left in his wake is more of an afterthought to him. 

(And even though Pucci was enacting Dio’s formula for “heaven,” to me it felt like the Heaven that Pucci arrived at in Stone Ocean - with everyone knowing their own fates in advance - was less Dio’s vision than Pucci’s own … and I liked how EoH reframed the Heaven thing so that it meant that Dio got resurrected as a god, because honestly that’s so much closer to Dio’s own idea of heaven).

Araki’s talked about how Dio’s way of living is actually correct from the perspective of the natural world, it’s like survival of the fittest where the weak get eaten by the strong. So maybe factor that in and also look at what he had going on at Windknight Lots for cues to what his dystopia would look like.

I actually think Pt.1 Dio’s got a lot in common with his Pt.3 self, Pt.3 Dio is maybe more subtle than Pt.1 who enjoys exploring the more grotesque aspects to his power. Some of that comes down to Pt.3 being used to having those powers while Pt.1’s still having a good time figuring out how to use them.  So Pt.3 Dio’s world would be just as bleak for the rest of humanity but maybe not as openly horrific.