#jeje’s odd experiences

[artbyfinnbrown]

JoJo fan stands based on the openings Name: Roundabout User: Anna Panteloni Abilities: Close range stand with the ability to reverse the motion off any object it touches by applying a force equal to the force directing the motion.

Name: Walk Like an Egyptian User: Khloe Aeraki Abilities: formless stand with which gives the user the abilit to turn into a hieroglyphic figure that can move across any stone surface.

Name: Last Train Home User: Rein F. Aetou Abilities: Stand that can remove all sensation from any place it strikes.

Name: I Want You User: Mando Irokata Abilities: Stand that can “take” something, and then integrate it into the physical body of the user.

Name: FINDING THE TRUTH User: Ando Amaya Abilities: Long-range swarm stand than the can pull Iggy out one location and project it elsewhere.

Name: Freek’n You User: Naomi Cinque Abilities: small scorpion-like stand that can alter the number of chemicals in a person’s body when they implant their stinger into them.

Name: Modern Crusaders User: Jett Jemoon Abilities: Cross that that can shoot smaller crosses.

Name: Distant Dreamer (3 variations) User: Vevitta Abilities: The stand undergoes several changes, but it’s key ability always involves pulling objects out of people’s memories.

[starry-blue-echoes]

Alright, you seem to like people sharing their own OCs/AUs, so I figured I’d share mine. 

For the purposes of context/connection, this is the AU/OC universe is where my “JoJos intros/outros as stands” characters are going to be from.

The tentative title for this story is “JeJe’s Odd Experiences”.

Despite the name, the intention is for the story to be rather serious (or as serious as any JoJo’s bizarre adventure spinoff can get, at least).

The story follow’s the Jemoon family, starting with Jean Jemoon, a very, very distant cousin of Jonathan Joestar, who ends up going on a bizarre adventure of his own, and setting a trend for all of his (? I haven’t given any of my protagonists definitive genders yet) descendants to follow. 

The plan would be to have one part to mirror each JoJo part, sharing roughly the same time period and location, as well as a few events that would tie it into actual “canon” without directly interfering with it.

Part 1 would be about a small village in the English countryside, that comes under attack by a slightly more intelligent than normal zombie that escaped WindKnight’s Lot before the Hamon users arrived. It is up to the brave Jean Jemoon and a band of brave villagers to put a stop to this undead menace once and for all!

Part 2 would be about an archeology team in Central America that is sponsored by the Speedwagon foundation. Their official mission is to “learn about the ancient cultures”, with a secret unstated mission of finding and destroying as many Stone Masks as possible. 

This leads them into conflict of a rival archeology team of German occultists and cyborgs, who want to use the masks for their own purposes.

Part 3 has a less well-defined start, but for one reason or another the users of [Sono Chi No Sadame], [Bloody Stream], and [Stand Proud] end up on a globe-trotting adventure. 

They will face stands based on the “Deck of Many Things” (a magic deck of cards from D&D, with each card having a different magic effect. Its the closest thing I could think of for a tarot deck stand-in).

The users of [Roundabout], [Walk like and Egyptian] and [Last Train Home] will also be present but more as rivals or temporary allies than outright enemies. 

The yet to be clearly defined reason for their journey eventually takes them to Greece, where they face off against 12 more stand users, each one with a stand based on one of the Greek Gods. 

Part 4 takes place in a small, peaceful town in Japan, somewhat close to Morioh. However, after discovering the existence of [Crazy Noisy Bizarre Town], the users of [Great Days], [Chase], and [I want you] realize their supposedly peaceful town has a lot of secrets, some of them being particularly gruesome…

Part 5 would be about a group of Stand-using vigilantes, the users of [Fighting Gold]  [Traitor’s Requiem] [Freek’n You] and [Modern Crusaders]. They come to the conclusion that the lthe law and government is corrupt, they must take justice into their own hands, and decide to take it upon themselves to take down the local Passione group.

Part 6 has an unclear plot. It will either take place in Green Dolphin prison, or some other prison in Florida. And the initial plot would involve prison gang activates, involving the users of [Stone Ocean], [Heaven’s Falling Down], and [Distant Dreamer]. But past that, the course the story will take is unclear. I don’t know how directly I want to involve, or not involve, the plan to achieve Heaven and the universe reset. Another difficulty is that as the last part within this story, I need to wrap up the overarching story and theme of the parts, but I can’t really do that when I don’t have the overarching story or theme written yet.

Since I have mostly just making up stands, parts 3, 4, and 5 are the most developed of the parts.

This is what I meant by me having a lot of stand/OC ideas. 

What started as me trying to think of stand abilities for a few songs spiralled all the way out of control into whatever this is. Having actually taken the time to type this all out, I have just now come to the realization of how big this AU/OC project is.

However, what this massive project currently consists of is a lot of stand ideas, some character ideas, a few cool story beats, some vague ideas for character design and names, and the barest amount of an actual story worked out.

Sorry(?) for yet another long ask, I apparently can’t right anything shorter than a page-long essay when I’m writing about JoJo.

If you want to know more about the other stand ideas, the characters or even more story specifics, I would be happy to do so (I had a lot of fun just writing this).

XHDFJBDGJVDGVRD JEJE'S ODD EXPERIENCES I'M-

but also OOOOOOOOOO THAT SOUNDS SO NEAT

also, no need to apologise at all, really long asks Spark So Much Joy because it gives me so much to think about and work with, so I really love it and would love to hear more if you'd like to share :>

[servamp-musings]

Hello! I have another question if thats alright :3 Do you have any headcanons for the servamps from when they were human?

Hello again! Yeah, that’s fine, you can send as many as you like (this goes for everyone) 😊 I’m sorry it took me so long to answer this ;-; Hope these are ok :)

Servamps when they were human

Kuro

Was known by everyone in the village he was from as Sensei’s son.

Often stopped by and helped the villagers with their everyday tasks if they needed it and received small gifts in return.

Sometimes took naps in the fields or by an old oak tree on a hill overlooking the village.

Had a fairly good relationship with Sensei but had always been uncertain about their research into immortality.

Hugh

Was part of a wealthy family as the only son.

Generally had everything he wanted given to him and people did as he asked.

His parents were usually busy so he didn’t get to spend much time with them but they did teach him the lesson of not taking things for granted once when he threw a tantrum.

Had always enjoyed reading picture books and imagining the different worlds the stories depicts, sometimes playing them out with his toys.

Jeje

Grew up in an orphanage, where he often helped out wherever he could and took care of the younger children.

Still preferred when it was quiet and didn’t express himself much but spoke in full sentences and was more willing to talk if the subject interested him or with a few of his peers.

Spent some time as a craftsman’s apprentice, learning a lot about hand-making products out of wood before joining the army during wartime.

Had strong ideals about what he believed was right and wrong and had disobeyed an order before because of it. However, after that had negative consequences on the people he wanted to help, he became more obedient to avoid something like that happening again.

Freya

Was raised in a fairly normal household where she often helped with daily tasks such as housework and gardening.

Had picked up some first aid skills from her parents as they worked in the medical profession.

Always loved spending time in nature and often stayed by the stream near where she lived to relax when she had time.

When wartime came, she volunteered to help the soldiers injured in battle as a doctor.

Hyde

Trained as a playwright but also possessed some talent as an actor, having spent some time travelling with a small group to perform.

Would sometimes spend long nights working on a script when he has inspiration and recited them to himself.

Loved entertaining others with his stories, especially children and those who would listen to him.

Used to strife for perfection when performing, both from himself and others. This caused some people to find him irritating though.

Ildio

Had been on his own for a long time.

Doesn’t have a lot of money but often tries to do odd jobs for people in order to survive.

Really liked animals and cared for them better than he did for himself. Also had a pet dog to keep him company.

Got along with the elderly the most as they respected him as a person and contributed a little to helping him get food. He still got into fights with people who jeered at his situation though.

Snow Lily

Was not as social as when he became a Servamp and preferred to be alone.

Didn’t like being at home and spent most of his time at the park or wandering around in the woodlands.

Had actually met Sensei and Jeje briefly before in the park during one of their gatherings though didn’t interact with them much.

Had some experience in serving families of a higher social status than him and picked up some skills in manners and etiquette from them.

Tsubaki

Was taken in by Sensei one rainy day as an abandoned child not long after the latter arrived in his village.

As he grew up, he was taught a lot of things ranging from simple skills like reading, writing and survival to stories of supernatural beings, soon becoming involved in Sensei’s research as well.

Often helped gather information or necessary items needed for the immortality research and would visit one of the shrines weekly to perform some experiments.

Spent his free time wandering around the village, showing an interest towards stores that sell fabrics and books.

[hisakata-resutomoshibi]

Part two to this post that no one asked for-

There are smiles of Mikuni's that remind Jeje of someone, though he can not quite place who that someone is.

These are the ones that are most meaningful, the ones that Mikuni lets show unfiltered, un-tempered with hidden plans or ulterior motive; a purely honest smile that reaches from the corners of his gently curved lips up to his eyes, melting them from cold steel to sun warmed gold. They are Jeje's favorites, even though he could probably count the number of times he's seen them in the years they've been together on just two hands.

There were other things about Mikuni that rang familiar, like a church bell in the foggy morning, but Jeje didn't like to think too deeply about things like that. The past was best left where it was for unchangeable things would only ever bring stasis and suffering to the soul. All of this would run occasionally through his mind, incorporeal, idle musings that held no sway over his mood, and he would let them, carefully keeping his distance until they had once more passed. It remained this way until one morning when he glanced towards the kitchen doorway after hearing Mikuni give a frustrated shout.

"Damn it!" He yelled once more for good measure, staring down at the pancake he had been attempting to catch in the pan, and missed by a good three feet, sending batter splattering across the floor.

Jeje turned back to his ship, hiding the tiny smile that hovered over his lips. He had warned him that it was more difficult than it looked.

"What do you say we just skip the pancakes?" Mikuni asked boisterously, coming to lean in the doorway, arms crossed as he watched Jeje work. "And call a maid service."

Still fighting the telltale look of amusement, Jeje kept his head down, back bent over the miniature, and Mikuni huffed in annoyance. When, after seven stitches along the sail, he still hadn't returned to the kitchen, Jeje sighed and finally glanced back at him. "I'm not hungry."

"You're never hungry!" Mikuni accused, throwing his hands up. "Well, I need coffee at least." But he made no move to turn back and instead his eyes shifted to the small sail held so carefully in Jeje's hand and he grinned, that snarky, unwelcome grin that Jeje found so grating. "So, what's with the tiny boats anyway?"

He asked it as a slight, as a harmless poke at Jeje as he was so wont to do whenever he was feeling inadequate or embarrassed and normally Jeje let these roll off his back, forgiving the youth their ignorance, but something about the question was sharp and quick. It took aim and hit a memory that Jeje had not even known he had lost. As he sat, staring unseeingly at Mikuni, he felt the small needle and canvas square fall from his hands, and Mikuni's gaze shifted from teasing to a curious worry as he watched but Jeje could not find his tongue to redirect the situation.

A name had hit him with the force of a bullet. A soft, lilting name that he had not said or heard in over four centuries.

Matteo.

Matteo had taught him the infuriating art of bottling ships.

All at once, as though it had been a floodgate that had suddenly been thrown open, everything that had been repressed came flowing back, drowning him in the fear and rage and hurt again. So heavy and loud were the waves of emotion that it was several times before he heard Mikuni call his name and when he finally pulled himself back up, resurfaced from beneath the crushing weight of failure and regret, it was to find Mikuni crouched in front of him, brows twisted in unease, hands resting on his stiff shoulders.

"Are you ok?"

If he had been any more in his right mind, Jeje would have found it absolutely staggering to hear such a simple, caring question directed at him, but as it was, he was not capable of thought, and so he merely stared blankly back into the wild golden eyes and tried to decide if he was actually going to throw up.

With all the force of will left in his body he managed finally to breath a weak "yeah" and then could only pray Mikuni would lose interest, his ever busy mind discarding the experience as inconsequential. At first it seemed that Mikuni was going to ask another question, try to dig deeper into the newly unearthed, bloody remains of Jeje's sanity, but after a moment his eyes darted away, back towards the kitchen, and he stood, letting his hands fall from where they rested.

"Get ready to go. I wanna go into town for a cappuccino."

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The fresh morning air was welcome and helped to clear his head. 

It was rather sunny and so he had finally given up the effort and simply wrapped himself around Mikuni's neck as he so often did, secretly reveling in the warmth. Mikuni's endless chatter also helped to soothe him and soon enough he was dozing off, having learned long ago that listening to anything Mikuni said with any amount of concentration was pointless. It was better to just get the gist, check out, and then when prompted, respond affirmatively.

Times like this, times without subterfuge and scheming and fighting were his favorite and Jeje always tried to keep the feeling of them bundled up tightly and safely where he could access it again later. He grew so tired of the constant warring, and, if he were being honest, a content, safe Mikuni was far better than a frigid, angered one. This Mikuni, like the one that made pancakes sometimes and liked lavender scented candles and would play solitaire and drink coffee all morning, was softer and gentler, less likely to poke and prod and be generally annoying. It was definitely Jeje's favorite version, but he was so very unusual to see.

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It seemed that Mikuni had taken more note of Jeje's strange episode than he had let on for it soon became apparent that he was suggesting more and more early morning walks with badly concealed concern, his tone light and fake as he insisted that the coffee shop downtown was better and he just simply couldn't bare to have anything else.

"You are so dramatic." Jeje sighed finally, standing in defeat and tucking the small book he had been reading back into his pocket. "Let's go."

"What is that?" Mikuni asked, his eyes tracking the movement of Jeje's hands as he retied the cinch at his waist.

"What is what?"

"That little book."

Jeje hesitated, it was rare for Mikuni to show any interest in anything Jeje did at all aside from the occasional mad inquiry, and when he found genuine interest in Mikuni's expression, he gave in and pulled the book free once more. Holding it out for Mikuni to take, he started towards the door. "I'll tell you on the way."

It wasn't until several blocks later that he finally began to explain, glancing over and watching as Mikuni browsed the first few pages of the little directory. "It is a book of-"

"Names!" Mikuni interrupted, eyes still glued to the tiny text. "But they're odd."

"They are predominantly Italian." When Mikuni only raised a brow in question, he continued. "Genealogies of Vatican City, and any related diocese."

"Uh huh." Mikuni hummed skeptically. "And why are you reading this? Is this what your little errand was the other day? You went to the library?"

Jeje did not dignify this with a response, deciding he had said enough. There was no need to explain that he had been- was- desperately scouring any and all census sheets, service rosters, anything he could find, for the name Matteo Rossi. It wasn't anything he wanted to explain even if he could figure out a way to. But Mikuni was clever, dangerously so, and soon he was watching Jeje, the book still clutched in his hands.

"Who are you looking for?"

Closing his eyes, Jeje sighed. It was no use trying to keep anything from Mikuni, he knew this, had relied until now on his inherent disinterest in anything about him to protect him from prying eyes, but as was always the case with such a troublesome man, he had decided at exactly the wrong time to become invested. "A man I used to know."

A strange emotion passed over Mikuni's face, one that Jeje could not quite place, as though he were painfully curious but angry, and he flipped the book closed, handing it back. "How typical." When Jeje did not answer, he pointed out over the street. "That's the shop I'm trying today, come on."

The sky had been over cast when they left and was still obligingly dark and so it was that Jeje was following along on his own two feet today. When he had just stepped up to the curb across the street he heard it- the soft, musical voice of someone speaking quick, fluent Italian. It struck some secret place deep in his mind and without thinking he froze, eyes searching the crowd, somehow knowing, feeling it in his gut that- yes- just in front of them, sitting in the cozy little veranda chairs of the very coffee shop that Mikuni had set his heart on, were two men. Each was dressed in long black robes, the telltale vestments laid carefully over their shoulders- Jeje would know the look anywhere- with steaming mugs of drink clutched in their hands, but it wasn't the dress of the men that caught his eye, but the shining autumn brown of the youngers hair, soft and constant looking as though he had just stepped from out of a summer storm.

In a daze, Jeje found himself walking towards the table where the men sat, unsure why he was even approaching. When he came to rest at the very edge of their table, both glanced quizzically up at him and he was suddenly terrified. They could not see his face, and it would not matter if they could or not either way surely, but what of his soul? Could they sense it? None had ever before but that had been years, centuries, ago.

"Is there something we can help you with?" The younger one asked brightly, smiling. The other man threw him a vaguely disgruntled look and Jeje could have laughed. 

Of course. Matteo always was a bleeding heart.

Jeje felt Mikuni's curiosity pull at him through the contract, sharp and impatient, but he ignored it, and for the first time in all the recent years, spoke without the use of the illusionary magic of his curse, the words fitting like a glove on his tongue, a language he had never thought to need again. “No. I’m sorry, Father.”

"Ah! It is always so nice to hear a familiar language, no?" He responded in Italian as well now and Jeje felt the eons slide away, leaving him oddly bereft and exposed.

Mikuni's curiosity had spiked, tinted now with an almost violent irritation, when he had failed to understand what Jeje had said and, fearlessly, he barged suddenly forward, putting himself too closely to Jeje's elbow, staring down at the men. "Who is this?"

At his words, the young mans brows rose in subtle amusement and he once more smiled. "I am Father Matthias." He said, holding out a hand.

Jeje had never been more tempted to shoot Mikuni on the spot then when he merely snorted, arms crossed defiantly across his chest and refused the offer. To his credit, Matthias seemed unfazed by this and after a moment glanced at Jeje and extended the same hand. It was with great trepidation, nay, an almost debilitating hesitation, that he finally reached out and clasped it in his own.

It was like any other hand, warm and smooth; there was no shock, no angry gods lightning strike, just a simple handshake. Unsure if he was disappointed or relieved, he withdrew his and swallowed nervously. Why had he approached these men? What did he hope to accomplish? This was not truly Matteo, and never would be. There had been no spark of recognition in his soft brown eyes, no sudden flash of memory or past life. He should not have come over here. He should walk away right now, spare himself the anguish and the tangible building of Mikuni's wrath. He should-

"Why don't you have a seat?" Matthias asked, gesturing to the two empty seats at the table. "We just got here and like I said, it's always nice to hear the mother tongue!"

He sat down, not thinking, acting on impulse, and behind him heard Mikuni make a strangled noise of outrage. Not bothering to wonder if he would throw a fit and run away or not, he turned towards the other man and held out his hand.  "It's a pleasure to meet you."

After staring at him for a moment, he put out his hand as well, meeting him in the middle, wrapping calloused, short fingers over his. "Father Angelo."

Matthias clapped him on the shoulder and laughed. "You're always so dour!"

Jeje's heart, already beating at an irregular, surely unhealthy, tempo, sped up and he barely kept the gasp building in his chest from breaking free and falling garishly on the table in front of everyone. Hands clamped unseen on his thighs, he bit his tongue until he tasted blood and struggled to stay afloat.

"So what are you two supposed to be?" Mikuni asked suddenly, apparently having decided that his curiosity outweighed his annoyance. Leaning forward on the table, arms crossed, he tipped his head to indicate the deep purple stole that lay over their shoulders. "Priests?"

"Obviously." Jeje muttered under his breath, earning a kick to his ankle from Mikuni who continued to smile predacious-ly across the table.

"Correct!" Matthias said, pointing down at his robes.

"We're exorcists." Angelo then cut in, watching Mikuni as though waiting for a specific reaction.

He had feared it. In seeing the collars and rosaries, Jeje had come to the conclusion that they must be so, but had held out a vain hope, a desperate plea, that he was wrong, had simply forgotten even more than he originally thought he had lost to the sands of time. It had been a surprise to find that, when he had met those familiar warm, kind eyes, he had felt no anger, no hatred or loathing, just a simple yearning and pitiful nostalgia. Now, sneaking a look at Matthias as he leaned forward, immune to Mikuni's prickly aura, to explain their reason for being here, Jeje realized that he also was not shocked that, in a world such as this, where he could be ripped from the mortal plain so easily, where werewolves and demons and vampires were real, he did not find it at all hard to believe that reincarnation was also a fact of life.

"So tell me!" Matthias turned to Jeje, expression open and friendly. "Your pronunciation is beautiful! Where did you grow up?"

"Ah. I was from... Vatican City." He stumbled over the name, distracted by the increasingly interested looks Mikuni was giving him; no doubt he would be paying for this when they got home. Throwing caution to the winds, he continued, trying to keep his voice audible despite his nerves. "I studied. In the seminary. There."

"You don't say!" Matthias exclaimed, grinning. "What stopped you?"

Still studiously ignoring Mikuni's quiet, varying sounds of surprise, he hesitated, chest tight. "I was- not suited to the calling."

His eyes softening in compassion, Matthias laid a hand on Jeje's arm where it rested on the table. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. We all have different fates. There are many ways to answer Him."

Jeje was staring down at the hand, the gentle fingers and pale expanse of skin, just as freckled as his face, and it was only when Mikuni subtly dug a boot into his ankle that he tore his eyes away. Feeling his face heat and for just a moment forgetting that they could not see it, he ducked his head down. "That may be true, yes." He managed to murmur. Matthias withdrew his hand slowly, looking curious but didn't say anything, and it was, strangely, Mikuni who broke the ensuing silence.

"As I'm sure you've both surmised, I am not from Italy. But I am interested- tell me, how does one go about becoming a priest?" He was staring hard at Angelo, singling him out to answer and leaving Matthias free, amused and trying not to laugh, to turn to Jeje once more.

Still grinning, he shrugged to indicate that he had no intentions of rescuing Angelo from Mikuni's rabid questioning and instead leaned over, pointing at the bag over Jeje's head. "Forgive me, as you've already seen I have a tendency to stick my foot in my mouth-" He laughed and Jeje almost gave himself away, almost let slip a wistful "I know", and then continued. "But I wanted to ask. Why do you have that on?"

A hand reaching up unconsciously to pat lightly at the brown pressed pulp, Jeje bit his lip. What kind of explanation even made sense? He couldn't possibly claim he was embarrassed, what kind of human wore a paper bag over their head anyway? Mikuni sure made fun of it often enough. But the truth, that he was ashamed, that his heart fluttered in panic at the very thought of anyone that had ever known him seeing his face after he had become this monstrous betrayal to his every faith and belief, was no more an option than saying he simply liked it. All of a sudden he realized it had taken him too long to answer and Matthias' brow was creasing in worry and before Jeje could stop himself, just wanting to wipe the anxious look from his face, he blurted the first thing that came to mind. "My eyes. They're... frightening."

"Is that all?!" Matthias exclaimed. "My friend, you have nothing to fear here. I have seen all you can imagine. Why don't you remove it? Just for the rest of our lunch?"

Never would he have dreamed of doing it, never would he have allowed himself the foolish indulgence, but he wasn't given the choice. Like an unexpected flash of lightning, Mikuni reached over and, pinching the very corner of the bag carefully between his fingers, whipped it off. As his hair fluttered down and free across his shoulders, Jeje turned to stare accusingly at Mikuni, the sudden anger he felt frightening, but froze when he was met with a somber, sparkling gold gaze. Without a word, Mikuni gently folded the bag up and laid it on the table, placing his arm securely over it, and looked back to Angelo, expression bland as though he had never looked away.

"It seems your companion doesn't think you need it either." Matthias said brightly when Jeje had finally found the courage to glance over.

"Either?"

"I don't see anything strange." He said levelly, eyes wide in sincerity as they looked straight into Jeje's red ones. "Now, with the fresh air, what do you say we get something warm? I've always found stew to be a good outdoor food."

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It would seem strange to Jeje for the rest of his existence that Matthias had not said anything, not mentioned the devil in his eyes or the unnatural pallor to his skin, but it was something that, like all the other somethings, he preferred not to think about. A simple memory that could warm or chill depending on the lens it was viewed through. Now, months, years, centuries later, glancing over and finding Mikuni perched beside him on the couch, tongue between his teeth as he tried, enraged, to fit the sail he had sewn through the neck of the bottle, he thought that maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

"You must fol-"

"I know already!" Mikuni snapped, almost dropping his hold on the tweezers. "You've told me! Why do you do this?! It's infuriating!"

"It was a comfort."

Lowering the bottle and peering over, Mikuni hummed thoughtfully. "A comfort from what?"

The question surprised Jeje, still so unlike Mikuni it was to ask, and so he didn't think before he answered. "From the fear and tedium."

"Fear of God?"

Unsure if it was jest or genuine, Jeje merely sighed, looking away, out the bay window to the porch over which he could see the afternoon sun sinking lower and lower, towards the horizon line of the new city they had found. "Fear of failure."

"How could you fail?"

Hiding the small smirk as it crossed, fleetingly, over his lips, Jeje shrugged before reaching out and taking the bottle from Mikuni. "Is it not obvious that I did?"

"Who was that man? Really."

His tone was low, leaving no room to avoid, and Jeje frowned. He had been afraid that Mikuni would bring it up again. When they had parted ways, leaving the two ill fated priests at the café, he had watched Jeje like a hawk, refusing to let him out of his sight for the next forty eight hours and finally, at his breaking point, Jeje had resorted to his snake form, knowing in that at least, his expression was indecipherable. Mikuni, out of character, had not said anything about it, only made sure that Jeje was wrapped around his neck wherever they went. If he hadn't know better he would have thought, indulged in the idea, that Mikuni was actually worried he might disappear, running off to find the ruins of his past. Whether it was emotion or simple self preservation that motivated this intense vigil didn't matter. It was just nice to know that if he were there or not mattered in the slightest.

"He was..." He trailed off, unsure how to explain. Knowing in his heart, dead as it may be, that it had been Matteo, was different than saying it out loud. And in the end, he still wasn't sure he even wanted the truth to be heard. Matteo was never going to be safe, never have the life he truly deserved, because somewhere along the line his soul had been so ensnared with the evil he had ignorantly summoned he was now fated for a path that Jeje could do nothing about.

Eventually, tenacity fueled by their meeting, Jeje had managed to dig up a roster that listed one Father Matteo Rossi. He had lived in the same seminary, the same time; there was no question. The aged little book, now clutched worryingly tightly in Jeje's hands, had gone on to say that Father Matteo, upon his ordainment had chosen to branch out and been quite successful, listed as one of the Vatican's top exorcists. He had had few partners, often going alone, choosing places and people far removed from their home, leaving with little expectation to return, only to do so, shocking those that had bid him farewell. Viewed fondly by all who met or knew of him, his reputation had brought him fame and status, though it appeared it was never something he made use of. In the end, after fifteen or so odd years, he had met his end, and that's where the information had abruptly cut off. In a fit, Jeje had hunted up everything even remotely related that he could find, well aware he would regret knowing the details but needing them all the same.

When he had finally returned home that day he had slid beneath the couch, finding the heat register that ran along the wall and curling up on it. Mikuni had already dragged him through the coals about his daily excursions to the library and now, after what he had found out, he wasn't sure, even being immortal, that he could survive another sarcastic tongue lashing. He must have dozed off because it was here that Mikuni found him, hours later, and after pushing the couch back, pulled him free.

"You should have known better than to go digging." Was all he said, wrapping Jeje around his neck and wandering back to the bedroom.

Now, weeks later, he seemed to have deemed it a once more breachable topic and yet Jeje was still unable to answer him. Perhaps it was simply that there was no answer; there never had been. "He was a friend." He said plainly.

Watching Mikuni consider this response, he wondered if maybe this was, in itself, an answer, that the similarities between them, that spark of sass and fire, the innate ability to annoy, the quick silver smiles like honeyed light, were all that mattered, if that, in Mikuni, Matteo and Jeje himself, might be able to find forgiveness. Mikuni finally turned to him, mouth open to say something but Jeje interrupted, freeing the words that had lay buried so deeply for so long before he could even decide not to.

"I think you're my fate."

[mcnuggyy]

i love the rainbow factory so much!! do you have any advice for creating a wide/varied range of characters?

Well for me I use a lot of my own experiences when it comes to storytelling and art! So my big thing would be to KNOW a wide variety of people!! From family, and friends, to just like coworkers or a stranger you can’t stop thinking about! Use them as inspiration! Or you can explore different parts of yourself and let those shine through your cast of characters! Take your favorite tropes from media and give them a twist, maybe make them feel more human, more like someone you know, or more like yourself! 

(it can be small stuff that inspire you too! Like the way someone laughs, or their sense of humor, or the way they always have their hands in their pockets because they got cool dinosaur toys in there... the possibilities are endless!!!)

All my oc’s are either me, or the old me, or how i used to be in high school, or how i WANT to be, many are based off my siblings, cousins, and friends!!! There are so many interesting (and odd :3) people in the world and it’s great to try and show that through your characters!!! Even if you’re just making a villain, try and put a little bit of you in there, see what you end up with! I promise it will be very fun and interesting jeje ;w;

Hope that helps!!!!

[the-eve-of-lies]

It Matters No More(Jeje x Reader)

“Ah. Those two. In a fight, they’re lethal . Around each other, they melt.”

-Sonya Karp, The Golden Lily

“Where’s your Servamp, Miku-Miku?” Johannes Mimir Faustus asked Mikuni Alicein one evening. It was quite strange that Mikuni’s Servamp wasn’t with him or coiling around his neck like a fancy scarf. Perhaps Mikuni let Jeje wander outside to cool his head off? Or the Servamp left of his own accord. Either way, it was unusual.

“Jeje got confronted by [Name] as soon as she saw us a ‘little’ bloody and bruised.” Mikuni showed off a large wound on his right arm while nonchalantly shrugging. “I told her it was no big deal but,” he puffed his cheeks, “she wouldn’t listen!”

“Ooh!” Johannes exclaimed, clasping both hands together. He often wondered how a normal human like [Name] can confront and scold someone like Jeje who barely speaks. “Where are they now?”

Mikuni slowly pointed the door behind him. He needed to treat his wound. Even though [Name] is a certified nurse, he was certain she’s beat him up to the verge of fainting even before she would treat his wound—or Jeje’s for that matter. He smirked.

Meanwhile, Jeje was in a very childish argument against [Name] who kept on insisting not to go all out whenever doing missions with his Eve! It was frustrating to see your beloved injured one day and then the next, even more injured! She would go crazy!

The two were dating for only a month and Jeje was head-over-heels for this fascinating human. At first, he thought [Name] was just average so he ignored her until...that is until one evening, after returning from yet another mission, [Name] punched the hell out of Jeje for being injured. He was never the same since.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Jeje?” she exclaimed, face bright red. Both of her hands were crossed above her chest and she harboured an intimidating aura. To Jeje’s surprise (and horror), he saw a scalpel sticking out of her left pocket. God only knows what that tool was for. [Name] noticed something odd about Jeje at the moment but she chose to just ignore it and resume with her ranting, “There are words, ‘careful’ and ‘cautious’ you have to remember whenever you are out on a fight! You’re lucky I’m not your Eve because if I was, I’ll—”

“—Lecture me on enhancing my vocabulary?” Jeje inquired in an innocent tone. Little did he know, [Name] was about to let all hell loose. The ground seemed to shake beneath him as the female glared like she had never glared before.

“YOU SNAKE!” she hollered, pulling out the scalpel from her pocket and began chasing Jeje around with it. “IF I CATCH YOU, YOU’LL BE SERVED AS BARBEQUE! HEY! COME HERE YOU OVERGROWN PIECE OF PAPER BAG!”

Mikuni sighed contently. He had just returned from both bandaging his wound and taking a bath. It was a nice sensation. Being soaked in a hot water with calming scents mixed together can make you experience something otherworldly.

The antique dealer opened the door to his shop to find Johannes sitting on the cemented steps near the doorway. The scientist seemed to be enjoying the ‘fight’ as if it was a movie.

Since Mikuni was bored out of his mind, he decided to join Johannes in observing the couple. He stepped out of the shop only to hear a crunch from under him; Mikuni stepped on something.

“AAH!!!” screamed the poor guy. “FROST! OH, FROST, MY BEAUTIFUL SWEETHEART! WHO PLACED YOU UNDERNEATH ME?! WHO?” He knelt down to cradle the doll whose head had been severed from its body. “I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THAT PERSON!”

Chuckling to himself, Johannes pretended to be innocent. He continued watching Jeje and [Name] as if Mikuni wasn’t having a breakdown behind him. “Ah, these two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other they melt.”

Jeje halted in his tracks when [Name] finally cornered him. She brought the scalpel upwards, seemingly ready to strike. Jeje gulped knowing this was going to be painful. A girl holding a scalpel under the moon’s bright light isn’t something you should take seriously.

Instead of striking him, [Name] dropped the weapon on the ground with a clatter. She closed the gap between Jeje and her, embracing him firmly. She breathed in his intoxicating scent. As predicted, the Servamp tensed. Even after all the times [Name] initiated physical contact, he still wasn’t used to it.

Tentatively, he wrapped both arms around her waist. Jeje was proud of himself for responding. Usually, whenever [Name] hugged him, he would just stay limp like a doll. But now, he was more than glad to show his affection once in a while.

“You’re so careless...” [Name] muttered. “If you get hurt even worse than before, I’m not sure I could live with not being able to prevent you from acquiring injuries. It doesn’t matter if you get hurt in my hands—at least I can heal you and patch you up. What matters to me is your safety. I love you and I’m willing to sacrifice myself just for you to be safe and secure.”

She heard Jeje chortling lightly. [Name] raised a brow in confusion. “IS something funny?”

“You keep saying that,” he pointed out. “You keep wanting to be the one responsible for my health. Let me say this, too: I love you and I’ll be protecting you. I won’t let you sacrifice yourself. I...just want you to be happy.”

[Name] blushed, touched by Jeje’s words. Her heart was doing ‘it’ again. At least, if she fainted, Jeje was there to catch her.

~

Extended ending:

In the darkness, a blonde-haired male wept for the loss of his doll. Upon seeing Johannes’ reaction to his outburst, he knew the mad scientist was the culprit. Mikuni caught a sight of a scalpel on the ground and slowly, he walked over towards it and picked it up.

Determination swelled in his veins...he’ll MURDER the person responsible for Frost’s dismemberment.

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The protagonists and supporting cast of my JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure spinoff/AU “JeJe’s Odd Experiences”.

Names of characters in image order and from left to right within each image:

Part 1 OCs: Jean Jemoon (Protagonist) (Just kind of buff) Seti Toff (Hamon user)

Part 2 OCs: Shakei Toff (Hamon user) Jett Jemoon (Protagonist) (Very good observational skills)

Part 3 OCs: Clover Blackheart (Stand: Green Fool) Jett Jemoon (Older) (Stand: Sono Chi No Sadame/Sono Chi no Kioku) Jehiko Takaje (Protagonist) (Stand: Stand Proud) Setsuna Tenryu (Stand: Bloody Stream) Patrick Mercury (Stand: Knight)

Part 4 OCs: Jehikop Takaje (Older) (Stand: Stand Proud) Manda Irokata (Stand: I Want you) Jeimei Nishikiri (Protagonist) (Stand: Great Days) Narihira Masuda (Stand: chase) ??? (Stand: Crazy Noisy Bizarre Town)

Part 5 OCs: Naomi Cinque (Stand: Freek’n You) Geofitta Gennara (Protagonist) (Stand: Fighting Gold) Martin Culatello (Stand: Traitor’s Requiem) Pomponio Assortita (Stand: Modern Crusaders)

Part 6 OCs: Rocha Hyles (Stand: Stone Ocean) Jean Takaje (Stand: Heaven’s Falling Down) Vevitta (Stand: Distant Dreamer)

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JoJo Fan Stands based on the Anime Outros Part 3: Last Train Home Localized Name: Trainstop Stand Master: Rein F. Aetou

Destructive Power: E Speed: B Range: C Stamina: B Precision: B Development Potential: C

[Last Train Home] is a stand that can take away all physical sensation from anyone in touches. While the stand was initially developed as a way to administer an anesthetic for emergency medical operations, the user has since learned to apply it on it in combat situations With a single strike, it can disable a person’s limb. With repeated strikes it can effectively paralyze a human being, leaving them unable to move their body. The lack of sensation lasts for a few minutes, and wears off quicker the farther away from the user the victim is.

[artbyfinnbrown]

Art of the Protagonists for my JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure spin-off/AU series called “JeJe’s Odd Experiences”, chronicling the adventures of the Jemoon family, a distant offshoot of the Joestar family.

From left to right:

Jean Jemoon (part 1 OC) (pronounced like a French name)

Geofita Gennara (part 5 OC)

Jehiko Takaje (part 3 OC)

Jean Takaje (part 6 OC) (pronounced like the clothing brand)

Jeimei Nishikiri (part 4 OC)

And the other one is:

Jett Jemoon (part 2 OC)

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JoJo Fan Stands based on the Anime Outros Part 2: Walk Like an Egyptian Localized Name: Walking Like an Egyptian Stand Master: Khloe Aeraki

Destructive Power: 0 Speed: A Range: A Stamina: A Precision: E Development Potential: C

[Walk like an Egyptian] grants it’s user the ability of move at high speeds through any surface made of stone by transforming them into a 2-dimensional image resembling an ancient Egyptian heiroglyph. While the user can move at high speeds, their line of sight becomes limited, making it difficult to maneuver if they are not familiar with the layout of the area they are travelling in. If the stone where the hieroglyph is is damaged, the user will be ejected out of the stone. The user can take carry objects or other people into the stone if they are touching them. If they leave them, the object or person will be trapped as a two dimensional image on the stone, until the stone becomes damaged, releasing the object/person.

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JoJo fan stands based on the openings Name: Sono Chi no Sadame User: Jett Jemoon Abilities: Long range flying stand with the ability to record anything it sees

Name: BLOODY STREAM User: Setsuna Tenryu Abilities: Close range combat stand that can liquidate any organic matter that it touches.

Name: STAND PROUD User: Jehiko Takaje Manifestation/Abilities: Stand that only manifests as an aura around the user that gives them protection equivalent to the amount of fighting spirit they possess.

Name: Sono Chi no Kioku User: Jett Jemoon Manifestation/Abilities: Alternat form of [Sono Chi no Sadame] that cannot move but can play back anything that it’s main form has recorded.

Name: Crazy Noisy Bizarre Town User: ??? Manifestation/Abilities: Seemingly userless stand with the ability to manipulate the buildings in the town where it manifests.

Name: chase User: Narihira Masuda Manifestation/Abilities: Small prisms that can manipulate light in the area immediately surrounding the user.

Name: Great Days User: Jeimei Nishikiri Manifestation/Abilities: Close Range combat stand that releases acid throug its fists that can Breakdown Breakdown anything it touches.

Name: Theme of Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan User: Torii Iwamoto Manifestation/Abilities: Small stands with the ability to alter the moisture level of a substance in small, concentrated areas.

Name: Fighting Gold User: Geofita Gennara Manifestation/Abilities: Close range combat stand with the ability to turn anything it touches with its fist into gold

Name: Traitor’s Requiem User: Martin Culatello Manifestation/Abilities: Stand with no physical power but has the ability Otto “pull secrets” out of the dead

Name: STONE OCEAN User: Rocha Hyles Manifestation/Abilities: Close range contact stand that can be worn by its user, giving them the abilities of a stand while wearing it.

Name: Heaven’s Falling Down User: Jean Takaje Manifestation/Abilities: Stand manifests as uncontrolled visions of the future that have the ability to be altered.

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JoJo Fan Stands based on the Anime Outros Part 1: Roundabout Localized Name: Rotary Stand Master: Anna Panteloni

Destructive Power: 0 Speed: A Range: D Stamina: C Precision: C Development Potential: C

[Roundabout] has the power to reverse the momentum of anything it touches. While it has no direct offensive power, it is able to create a nigh-impenetrable defence (it’s high speed allows it to reverse nearly any attack directed at the user), in addition to giving them increased maneuverability.

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The Protagonists of my JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure fanpart(s), JeJe’s Odd Experiences. (Because why be normal and make one fanpart you can make six, one that ties into each part of the original series?) In order, starting form the top and going around clockwise: Jean Jemoon (part 1 OC, no supernatural abilities) Jett Jemoon (Part 2 OC, grandchild of Jean, doesn’t start with any supernatural abilities, gets the stand [Sono Chi No Sadame] in part 3) Jehiko Takaje (Part 3 OC, grandson of Jett, user of [Stand Proud]) Jeimei Nishikiri (part 4 OC, half-brother of Jehiko, user of [Great Days]) Geofita Gennara (Part 5 OC, cousin of Jehiko, user of [Fighting Gold]) Jean Takaje (Part 6 OC, daughter of Jehiko, user of [Heaven’s Falling Down])

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JoJo Fan Stands based on the Anime Outros Part 4: I Want You Localized Name: I Want U Stand Master: Manda Irokata

Destructive Power: B Speed: B Range: A Stamina: A Precision: B Development Potential: A

[I want You] Is a humanoid stand that can function as a close combat stand, it’s power and speed do not match that of similar stands. It’s true potential lies in it’s power to “take” things and give them the user. There is no limit on what can be “taken”, although the stand can only “take” on thing at a time. This can include objects, the physical properties of objects, or emotions. The user has to be careful about what they “take”, because “taking” an object often comes with drawbacks: “taking” and object integrates that object into the users body, which can be quite painful, “Taking” someone’s senses prevents the user from user their own senses, taking someone’s emotion prevents them from feeling any other emotion until they “give back” what they “took”.

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JoJo Fan Stands based on the Anime Openings part 11: Stone Ocean Localized Name: Free Stone Stand Master: Rocha Hyles

Destructive Power: A Speed: A Range: E Stamina: A Precision: C Development Potential: A

[Stone Ocean] Is a humanoid close range stand with above average strength and speed. It’s main ability is that it can be worn by it’s user, giving them the abilities of their stand (intangibility, invisibility to non stand users, only able to be effected by stands) as long as it is worn. The user can have the stand be worn by others, but as it has a very short effective range, this ability is only useful in very specific situations.

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JoJo Fan Stands based on the Anime Openings part 10: Traitor’s Requiem Localized Name: Traitor’s Song. Stand Master: Martin Culatello

Destructive Power: 0 Speed: C Range: D Stamina: A Precision: 0 Development Potential: 0

[Traitor‘s Requiem] Is a ghostly stand with no ability to effect the physical world. Instead, it has the power to “pull secrets” out of dead bodies, allowing the stand user to access any information that the corpse would have known in life.