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[Standverse AU] SNAKE EYES Part 1... to be continued

If anyone was wondering what The World's old crew is up to, they're bullying C-Moon

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You think the darby bro's stand swap would be sisters? It won't leave my mind that Osiris and Atum are just as Sibling coded as their users.

OUGHG goes crazy goes stupid for this concept,,, beautiful woman Osiris and Atum oughh,, life could be a dream...

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JJBA Fan Fiction Post-Golden Wind and Pre-Stone Ocean

I wrote this March of 2022, but got discouraged because well, fan fiction is fan fiction right? Everyone writes it, because we're all so passionate about our shows/manga/etc. Anyhow, here's an idea I had in my head. If you think I should continue, let me know.

Part I: Title TBA 

May 2007 

Morioh, Japan; Rohan Kishibe’s residence, 10:30am 

“It would appear that I’ve stumbled upon something quite bizarre.” Rohan rifled through two months worth of mail; he’d been away in Italy investigating some recent events, and had just returned home the night before. A particular letter in the pile had caught his attention. “A round envelope? I’ve never seen something like this, and no postage or return address, how odd. Someone must have dropped this is my mailbox. It’d better not be from that damned Josuke... though I doubt that. I’m not even sure if he can read or write. Hmmm... Well , let’s see.” Rohan perused the outside edge of the envelope for an opening. “A round envelope with no visible openings, how truly bizarre, oh here it is... and I see it opens into an origami of a crane. How traditional, and... unsatisfying. Hopefully this actually leads to something worthwhile” he groaned as he opened up the crane into a rounded flat sheet of paper. “Ah, here it is, after 5 years of wading through endless folds, we’ve finally reached the POINT of this letter. Let’s see what it says” 

Master Rohan, 

I hope this letter finds you well. I am reaching out because I need your help! I can’t reveal much, but I am a profound admirer of not just you work as an artist, but your part in the exposure and demise of Yoshikage Kira. As I’m sure you’re aware, his death and villainous reputation are by no means public knowledge, so hopefully this is enough to get you to meet me tomorrow at Cape Boing at 2pm.  

Regards, 

Godspeed  

“Godspeed? Who the hell is this? Originally I thought this was some kind of prank, but those two knuckleheads Josuke and Okuyasu Nijimura couldn’t put two sentences together even if I gave them the words with Heaven’s Door. No, this is someone else. Alright, whoever you are, you’ve peaked the curiousity of the Great Rohan, I’ll meet you at Cape Boing. But first, I need to see an old friend, it would be unwise to meet some rando on the fringes of town without some sort of backup.” 

Church of St. George; Eastern Ain Shams, Cairo. A group of nine Heliopolitan Priests gather in a hidden basement room, dimly lit by torches, wearing ritualistic robes. 

“It is not without knowing the gravity of our power that we gather our flock here, in the place where Rameses once stood; in the land once cursed by the 10 plagues, and yet we stand; alive after all these centuries. It is for this that we gather here, nine priests, one for each god of the Great Ennead. And it is with us that we ask them to show themselves as we say their names”. The group chanted in unison “the sun god Atum; his children Shu and Tefnut; their children Geb and Nut; and their children Osiris, Isis, Set, and Nephthys. We call to you, oh great gods, so that you may bless our priesthood with your knowledge, wisdom and power.” 

The room shakes. One by one, the torches brighten, until there are nine bright flames, lighting every crevice and hole in the ancient brick that line the room. It is here when a booming voice proclaims: “WE ARE THE ENNEAD, AND IT IS ATUM WHO SPEAKS. WHO IS SPOKEN FOR AMONGST THE BELIEVERS?” The lead priest responded, “It is I, Asim”. “HIGH PRIEST ASIM, WHAT IS IT YOU REQUEST?”. “Great god Atum, as you know, almost two decades ago, your offspring Horus was killed in a deadly battle, enslaved by the vampire Dio Brando, who was masquerading as a god himself. It is also known that your offspring, Anubis, was banished to the bottom of the Nile under similar circumstances. Several other men brought shame to the Ennead, using the names of the nine to represent Dio’s campaign of evil, despite not having even a mere endorsement from the great gods”  

“WE KNOW THIS, WHY REPEAT IT?” “My god, it is our genuine concern that this campaign of evil was only paused for a time, but there are clear indicators that it has begun again”. “AND OF WHAT CONCERN IS THAT TO THE GREAT ENNEAD? ANUBIS AND HORUS MET A JUST FATE FOR THEIR TRANSGRESSIONS” “My god, it is not a requirement, but a humble request that you help us bring balance back in the battle against these evil doers who have risen again.” “AND WHAT, MAY I ASK, IS YOUR REQUEST?” “On January 16th, 1989, a man was reported dead to us, a great follower of yours, a true seer. He had been swallowed into a void created by the one who murdered him in the name of Dio, leaving only his arms behind, and though we know it is beyond your power to revive every soul lost in the battle between good and evil, we need this man. We need him to fight, and to win so that we may continue to prophesy and preach in the name of the Ennead”  

“HMMMM. MANY KNOW THAT MY GRANDSON OSIRIS IS THE GOD OF RESURRECTION, BUT AS YOU KNOW, MY GRANDDAUGHTER ISIS WAS THE ONE WHO RESURRECTED HIM WHEN HE WAS SLAIN. SHE SHALL ADDRESS YOU NOW”. A woman comes forth to address the nine high priests “YOU HAVE MADE YOUR REQUEST SO I AM SURE YOU ARE AWARE OF WHAT THIS ENTAILS?”. Asim gestures to one of the other high priests who then retrieves several items wrapped in sheets, “Yes my god Isis, we have brought the bones from the two arms we recovered” “BRING THEM TO ME” The priest in charge of the bones hurriedly rushes to the center of the circle and unwraps them. “ASIM, HIGH PRIEST OF HELIOPOLIS, FOLLOWER AND TRUE BELIEVER OF THE GREAT ENNEAD, TONIGHT WE GRANT YOUR WISH TO RESSURECT THE SOUL OF OUR FALLEN DISCIPLE, MUHAMMAD AVDOL, SO THAT HE MAY FIGHT ALONGSIDE YOU AND DEFEAT OUR ENEMIES ONCE AGAIN”.  

The flames start flickering slowly, picking up speed like pistons on a train until they flicker so fast that they almost burn in unison, and it is here where they begin to spiral to the center of the room, as if they were being sucked into a black hole, while not burning a single high priest. Faster and faster and faster, the room is a engulfed in a Kaleidescope of light from the flames, and then... darkness. Silence fills the room. The presence that was felt before is gone. Asim reaches for his lighter, and clicks it on. He looks around, to see that all eight of the other priests are knelt in prayer and astonishment, and there, at the center of the circle is a single pair of eyes staring back at him, flickering with distinction in the flames. The eyes of Muhammed Avdol. 

Jotaro Kujo and Josuke Higashikata sit mid-flight in a Bombardier Global Express, w/ Okuyasu Nijimura in tow. 

“Josuke, I was pretty explicit that you be the only one to meet me, so why is Okuyasu here” Jotaro said annoyed. “Jeez man, honestly I didn’t think it’d that big of a deal. Plus, it’s not every day you get to skip school and ride on a private jet” Josuke retorted. Okuyasu, “Yeah Jotaro, just relax. We’re just a couple of kids, taking in the good life”. “Be that as it may” Jotaro said, “This trip isn’t a social call. Josuke, the reason I wanted to talk to you alone and in person is because I have some bad news.” “Huh?!” Josuke said, “What do you mean” “Well, if you’d let me tell you” Jotaro said, seemingly more annoyed. Okuyasu is playing with the seat controls and the tray function. Star platinum intercedes. “Like I was saying, I have some bad news, and now that both of you are here, you’ll both have to bear witness... The old man is dead” “WHAAAAT?!” Josuke and Okuyasu exclaimed in unison. “He died suddenly in his sleep last night. To be honest, the old man wasn’t in the greatest shape to begin with, but the Speedwagon Foundation was keeping an eye on his health, so his sudden demise seems anything but ordinary to me.” “Seems kinda bizarre” said Okuyasu. “Yeah, I mean I just talked to the guy last week” said Josuke, “he seemed fine to me, even said he was coming to visit Morioh soon”. “Glad you both agree” Jotaro said, “And that’s why we’re on our way to New York to investigate.” 

Morioh, Japan; Koichi Hirose Residence. It’s 10am the following morning and Rohan Kishibe is waiting impatiently for someone to answer the door. 

“What in god’s name is taking him so long. I mean I know he’s married now, but is it too much to ask for someone to answer the door?” Rohan thought. The door opened, it was Koichi’s wife, Yukako Yamagishi. “Ah, Rohan, Ko told me you were coming over. Sorry for the delay, but you know, kids.” She says as her hair stand Love Deluxe holds a 5 year old upside down by his ankles while his 3 year old brother clings to his mom’s leg. “Come on in, Koichi will be right down. Now, as for you two” she gestured to her children, “Today is not the day to run mommy and daddy ragged, now go in the other room and play with your toys. PLAY NICE PLEASE. You know what happens when mommy catches you misbehaving”. Rohan passed the threshold, “You know I’m not surprised you’re such a good mother, that mean streak is a sight to behold”. Yukako laughed “Oh, they have no idea about that, but maybe one day they will. It’s nice to have Love Deluxe to help me though. It’s like having a free nanny. Anyways, how are you Rohan? It’s been a while”.  

“I suppose It has, and especially as the older one’s Godfather, what’s his name again?” “It’s Rohan” “That’s right, well I’m sorry to say I don’t visit as often as I should, but these Pink Dark Boy deadlines don’t exactly hit themselves. With that being said, once I get this business solved with Koichi, I’ll definitely come by and spend some time with the boy. Does he draw?” “Well he’s five Rohan, so he draws like a five year old.” “I see, so not very good, but maybe if I use Heaven’s Do-” “You will NOT use your stand on my children Rohan, we already went over this the last time you baby sat” “Yes yes, you’re right, ok well I guess his mediocre drawing abilities will have to do. God forbid someone named Rohan can’t draw”. “Yes... God forbid” replied Yukako, “KO! Are you coming downstairs or what?!?!”. A voice echoed back “Coming!”. A small slight man bounded down the stairs and met his wife’s gaze at the landing. Yukako remarked, “If you weren’t so cute, I’d be incredibly annoyed right now, so fair warning, don’t let Rohan do anything that may risk you harming that handsome face, or you’ll come home to divorce papers”.  

They kiss, “Love, you know you fell for way more than just my looks” responded Koichi. “That may be true” Yukako replied, “but nonetheless, PLEASE BE CAREFUL! Also, if any of this gets serious, I want in! It’s been too long since we got to go on an adventure and my mom’s long overdue to take care of the boys”. Koichi glanced at Rohan “Rohan Sensei, hope you have room for 3”. “Yes, yes” Rohan uttered, “we’re all one big happy family, solving crimes and riding around in a ugly colored van w/ ascots and a great dane. Fine, fine, Yukako, I will go investigate this letter with Koichi and when we return, IF, and I mean IF it turns out to be something, you may come along.” Yukako exclaimed, “YES! I can’t wait! I’ll be sure to make us all bento boxes”. “Yes, yes, bring a buffet for all I care. Koichi let’s go, I want to figure out who the hell this Godspeed is before we do anything” “Yes sensei, let’s go! Ok, bye my love! Bye kids”. Koichi kissed his wife and waved goodbye to his sons Rohan and Jotaro. 

Koichi and Rohan walk through Morioh, making their way to Cape Boing for the 2pm meeting with the mystery man 

“So I did some light reading. Godspeed comes from the middle english “God spede”, a phrase uttered between 1150 and 1500 AD to wish success as a result of God, specifically “May God cause you to succeed”. Now Godspeed is a part of the modern lexicon with hardly any religious connotation, and it just makes me wonder. What kind of person would write such a thing as their pseudonym?” “Well-” started Koichi, but Rohan kept on, “It would stand to reason that this is some sort of code, so perhaps we should separate the words and disregard all this middle English nonsense. Hmmm, unless the person IS english? God, speed, possibly english. What does is mean Koichi?” “Well, I think that-” Rohan interrupted again, “Perhaps this is a cult and whoever this is intends to use us as a blood sacrifice over the edge of the Cape Boing observation deck” “Well, I hope not. Yukako would probably kill whoever did that.” “Be that as it may, to get something like this out of the blue... And they know about Kira. No one knows about Kira” “Maybe they’re connected to Mr. Jotaro or someone outside of Morioh?” Koichi said. “Perhaps” retorted Rohan, “It would align with the use of middle english. If this person were Japanese, the word Shinsoku would suffice”. “Maybe” said Koichi, “I guess we’ll see”. “We shall, and if it’s that damned Josuke again, I swear, there will be a world of pain awaiting him” 

Daniel K. Inouye International Airport, Honolulu, Hawaii, 11:30am 

“PLEASE, can we stop for some poke?!” pleaded Okuyasu. “No, and I’m not going to repeat myself. We’re here to fill up, and then we’re on our way to our final stop”. “Please please PLEASE”, “Good grief, give me a second”. Jotaro picked up his phone and called an undisclosed number “Yes, sorry to trouble you, but I’m traveling with a couple of children disguised as grown men who’d like some traditional Hawaiian Poke. Can we get some delivered to the run way in the next 30 minutes? Yes... uh huh... sure... And yes we’re straight away to New York from here so have an escort at JFK ready for us... Yeah thanks”. Jotaro hung up “Ok, you satisfied”. Josuke and Okuyasu proceed to do a happy dance, to which Jotaro looks away, shaking his head. 

Cape Boing Observation Deck, 1:56pm. Rohan and Koichi approach. 

Rohan starts in, “You know Koichi, you would think that if you sent some creepy vague letter to someone with a specific meeting time, you’d at least have the class and dignity to show up early”. “I agree Sensei, but we still have no idea who this is. Maybe they have a good reason?” As Rohan and Koichi walked by a very familiar pay phone, it rings. Rohan and Koichi stop, Rohan looks around suspiciously, then reaches into the booth and grabs the phone, “You this this is a game Josuke?!?!?!?”. A voice on the other end responds, “Rohan Kishibe, this is the operator, please step away from the phone booth and await further instructions”. “What?! Who the hell is this? You bet-” The phone booth begins to rumble and Rohan back away. “What’s going on?!” yelled Koichi. “I guess we’re about to find out” responded Rohan. The ground shakes. Outside of Rohan and Koichi, the area is deserted since it’s not summer yet. As the ground continues to shake the phone booth lowers into the ground. A hole forms revealing several steps. The ground stops shaking. Click... clack... click... clack “Well this can’t be Josuke, he’s certainly a pompous ass, but he’s not one for grand entrances” Click.. Clack.. Click.. A man emerges from the shadows, an older gentleman. We recognize that upright bearing and that scar, but Rohan and Koichi have no idea. “I bet you don’t know who I am. Well allow me to elucidate ya”. 

Queens, New York, USA; JFK Airport, 10pm EST. Jotaro, Josuke and Okuyasu exit their plane and enter a van chartered by the Speedwagon foundation. 

“I’m soooooo hungry. You know, Josuke, Chef Tonio said New York has some of the best pizza and culinary delights, even though he said it’s not exactly the most authentic Italian food” “We don’t have time for that right now!” Jotaro retorted, “Driver, take us to the old man. We’ll get you guys a pizza once we do some investigating”. “Awww maaan” Josuke chimed in “I don’t know why we can’t at least get some grub first, it’s not like the old man’s gonna come back to life”. “No, we’ll get something to eat after. Now shut up you two, we have work to do” 

London, England; Midnight, in the catacombs beneath a street so aptly named, “Ogre Street”. Cloaked individuals meet beneath the light of kerosene lanterns 

As each kerosene lighter is placed, a circle of 12 individuals is formed. Each places their lantern on the floor, and proceeds to walk along the same path, in a circulatory motion. Murmuring ensues, but not from the souls who walk the path, but rather the souls who dwell in these catacombs. The murmuring gets louder and louder, the 12 cloaked individuals remain quiet, continuing their motion and pace. The murmuring has now turned to yelling, bickering and in-fighting, and then... a loud CLAP is heard. The pacing stops, each individual turns and faces the center of the circle. “Let’s begin.” 

Back in Morioh, in an underground bunker just beneath the Cape Boing obervatory, a mysterious man with a pilgrim style buckled hat looks out through a one way mirror that gives the illusion of being a cliff on the other side. 

“Would you two like some coffee, tea?” 

“Sure” uttered Rohan, “but never mind that, so you are the world famous Robert EO Speedwagon? I thought I recognized you, but that’s impossible. You died in 1952 at the age of 89. That would make you... 140?! How is such a thing even possible?! The oldest person to ever live in the age of modern medicine was Jeanne Calment, who died at 122.”  

“Well, in my defense” started Speedwagon, “I thought we’d have flying cars by now, but I suppose an artificial heart and the key to living over a century without becoming a blood sucking vampire was enough for me”. Anyhow, I didn’t come here to chat about the secret medical advances of the Speedwagon foundation, I-” 

“ENOUGH TALKING, HEAVEN’S DOOR!!!” yelled Rohan 

Speedwagon collapsed into a leatherbound chair. “Ok...” Rohan said perusing through the pages of the man’s soul “Yes, yes, oil tycoon... Born in London to a poor family... very Bohemian Rhapsody... Met a young Jonathan Joestar in 1888... mourned his untimely demise... It says here that he’s-” “NOW STOP RIGHT THERE, I forbid you from uttering any more of my personal information aloud!” Speedwagon uttered, the book in the middle of his face still wide open. “Oh, you’re no fun. FINE” said Rohan, “So if you’re not going to consent to me reading our reason for being here in the pages of your mind, perhaps you might tell us?” “Certainly” said Speedwagon, “Mr. Hirose, perhaps you could hit the lights?” “UM, sure!” Koiche said with a slight delay. “Don’t worry Koiche” said Rohan, “At 140, I have my doubts this man would have the strength to murder us or bring us all this way” “I have no intention of killing you two! Now if you could stop with the foolishness, time is of the essence!” 

Flatiron Building, 5th Ave, New York, NY, Jotaro and company enter the penthouse suite where Joseph Joestar’s body was found 

“You know” Jotaro began, “I know facts and trivia are lost on you two. You’re too busy thinking about your next meal, but you may find it interesting to know that the building we’re standing in was completed in 1902, and at the time it was considered one of the tallest buildings in New York City. In 1940, after moving to the United States with his wife Suzi Q and his mother Lisa Lisa, Joseph and his wife purchased this very property, and not long after that, my mother was born.” “Well, that’s cool” uttered Okuyasu. 

“SHUT UP. Ever since we left Morioh you two have been on an unscheduled sabbatical, cackling about food and free loading. Now that we’re here, you need to listen to me” “OKAY” both said in unison, “Sorry Jotaro”. “Ok whatever, anyhow, this building had two architects, Frederick Dinkelberg and Daniel Burnham. What’s funny, this penthouse suite originally belonged to Daniel Burnham, but what’s most important is that his initials are D.B.” “D... B... I don’t get it” said Josuke. “Well” started Jotaro, “I wasn’t planning on teaching class today, but I suppose I also wasn’t planning on the old man being murdered” “MURDERED?!” Jotaro paused again, “...so I’ll just put it this way. There’s only one man who was the plague of the Joestar family for the better part of a century, and his name had the same initials. Dio Brando”. “But isn’t Dio dead?” said Josuke. “He was. He is. I mean, I definitely killed him, inherited his stand the World, me and the old man even watched his vampiric essence disintegrate into the morning sun” 

“But it’s too much of a coincidence for the old man to have died so suddenly. That and, to be frank, I’ve been doing some investigating of my own lately. Here’s what I’ve found” 

Morioh, Japan. Back to our friends and their new elderly associate. 

[dogsofardour]

Alright, so this started as gushing on the same JJBA server, but it evolved into a confession piece! I'm tempted to say this happens a little after the Bast and Set arc but before Osiris, but I won't say that definitively until I've finished reading SDC. This was really fun to write. The reactions from the server were so, there are fantastic people on there. I love them (platonically, of course). I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I, and those nice people, did!

***

Jotaro has spent a good chunk of his recent life rejecting people. How exactly is he supposed to win her over? Know if she's interested in him? She's so affectionate! Not just with him but like, EVERYONE, his wires are so crossed.

What's he supposed to say? ‘Hey Eileen, I really like it when you sit next to me, and doodle on my hand, or share your headset with me. Wanna catch a movie after we kill this vampire guy?’

He could never. So, he resorts to passive-aggressively trying to express his interest. Like a very frustrated crow or half-tamed cat. He simply cannot confess, it's too much of a risk. He will get her to confess to him.

It's a genius plan! NO IT ISN'T USE YOUR WORDS JOJO.

Eileen is elated by the fact that Jotaro lets her cuddle up to him, that they go for walks together, that he points out shops she might like. That she stole his hat one time and he didn't pulverize her.

There is a precedent for that expectation by the way! Polnareff had Jotaro's hat for a single second before his nose got rearranged! So, imagine, if you would, Eileen being so ecstatic with this hunk of wood Jotaro found for her to carve and he's like, intensely staring at her, like waiting, anticipating some sort of reaction. She's doing her cute little squealing, he is happy that she's happy but is a lil sour he's not being rewarded thanked.

Then, from out of left field, she plants a big wet kiss on his cheek… He doesn’t know what to do with himself!

"Wuh?!" flies out of his mouth.

When Eileen realises what she's done too and she is mortified. 

He's making high pitched noises while she's going "I AM SO SORRY?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME!!! THAT WAS AS A FRIEND!! AS A FRIEND!!!"

Meanwhile, his heart is pounding, Star Platinum has been summoned.

Polnareff and Joseph, who have been snooping, laugh like it's the funniest thing they've seen in the world (it is). Jotaro's face is red as a tomato. He makes this very pointed eye contact with Eileen for a split second before he stalks off.

Poor Eileen's shaking like a leaf, mumbling to herself, "Why did I do that?! I've ruined everything." 

Polnareff is still in shambles, but Joseph has somehow found the strength to calm down. He walks over to her, she's sitting on this makeshift stool, clutching the wood in her hands, staring at it like it's gonna tell her what to do, and he pats her shoulder consolingly.

"Eileen," he begins, and it's a little ridiculous, given the noise Polnareff is still making, but she startles at his touch. "My grandson really likes you."

She looks up, tears still spilling down her face. "He's so angry at me, I messed up."

Joseph bites back a chuckle. "That... That wasn't anger."

"He's never going to want to see me again!"

"Young lady I-" he huffs a little. "- he just wasn't braced. He's liked you for a long while now."

Eileen looks up at Joseph, brow scrunched, crying and confused, so he continues.

"You ever notice how much...less crabby he is with you?" he sits down beside her. "Or how he looks at you so kindly."

"Well that's just cause... well. We're friends. He's in a better mood," Eileen sniffles.

"He goes on walks with you. Offers to do snack runs in the middle of the night. Laughs at your jokes. Smiles. Brings you gifts!"

"Let's you wear his hat," while Joseph's been listing these things off, Eileen's quieted, no longer grasping onto the wood like a life line.

"You know when he got upset that Polnareff wouldn't switch seats with him on the plane? When we had that little baby with us? You know why he was so adamant?"

"I... I dunno."

"The front seat had a lot more leg room for sure, so why would my grandson want give up such a good space?"

"...To sit with me?"

"Yes!" Joseph is finally getting through to her, Holy shit!

"Now, my Jotaro isn't too... He's a do-er but, not as much as a say-er." Joseph pauses. "I think you need to let him know how you feel about him."

Eileen face flushes, but not in the blotchy 'i am about to cry' way. "How I feel?"

Joseph shrugs. "Well, I'm not going to presume you feel the same way, and I'm not going to ask you to lie to him if you don't like him like he does you. That would be cruel."

Eileen's posture straightens so sharply, Joseph nearly loses his balance.

"Oh! He thinks...!" she exclaims quietly, the urgency is present but her voice is wispy. "I SAID I KISSED HIM AS A FRIEND. A FRIEND!"

Polnareff's laughter is heard kicking up again in the background.

"Thank you so much, Grampa Joestar, but I really gotta go!" Eileen squeaks and then rushes off in the direction Jotaro fled in.

Joseph's 'wise-old man' facade cracks so swiftly after that.

“She said she kissed him as a friend" he rasps between bouts of laughter, "Holy shit… they're worse than SUZIE was!"

The old man gets up, cracking his bones and joints, y'know, as you do when you've been crouched down to give grandfather-ly advice and mutters something about "weird lips" as he tries to haul Polnareff off to the rest of the group.

***

Eileen finds Jotaro throwing pebbles into into the distance. It's sandy as hell where they had been hanging out, Eileen can feel the pound of rocks and silt just shuffling about in her shoes.

She approaches...carefully.

"Taro?" she asks. 

Jotaro jolts at her voice. He's usually very alert. He turns towards her, but angles his head down, Eileen can only see shadow where his eyes are.

"...What," he mutters.

"I..." she swallows. "I'm sorry what I said earlier."

"No- the kiss it was fine I-- did you say 'said'?"

She gives him a tight little smile in a 'hah, you caught me' kinda way.

"I shouldn't have said..." she passes the piece of wood between her hands, like an amateur juggler. "I shouldn't have said, 'friend'." 

There's this horrible lump forming in Jotaro's throat, and Eileen sees his frown deepen. 

"So you don't..." a space as he stuffs his hands in his jacket. "We're not... I ruined it." 

Eileen's eyes go WIDE AS SAUCERS. ‘WRONG CHOICE’ a tinny voice rings in her head, ‘WRONG CHOICE!! FIX IT!’

"I MEAN," she nearly yells, Jotaro's eyes are briefly seen beneath is hat, bewildered as hell and a little teary. "I really!" she stomps forward, angling her face UP, just to SEE him. "I! I love you!"

‘Woah... that was a strong word,’ that dumbass voice belated mumbles.

Her face is frozen in terror, jaw clenched. Time stretches forever, Jotaro staring at her, Eileen gawking back. He moves a hand from his coat pocket, and without true drive kind of waves his hand at her. 

"You..." he says slowly. "love me?"

In a tiny voice she whimpers, "I really really do. And it..." her hands are trembling again. "it would mean a lot... if you told me how you feel."

She clenches her eyes shut tight. It... If Grampa Joestar was wrong about this she might actually die. Then the clinking of his chains and the swish of his coat fill her ears.

And she's clutched into a warm embrace, Jotaro's fingers digging where he's crushed Eileen to his chest.

"I love you too."

[ask-starplat-and-co]

SIBLINGS POST

(yet another expanded repost)

[quintushazard]

Well I think Miraschon is Daniel J D'arby's daughter. And I think after sdc he steps up and is like yeah I'll look after my kid every other week how hard can it be. (it's very hard)

[l-fandom-wall-l]

May I get some Daniel J. D'Arby content? He's my favorite character and the lack of content is disheartening.

Of course, I do understand if you don't wanna do it.

Lol now why wouldn’t I want to do Daniel J. D’Arby I’ll do any character, and it was a pleasure doing him. I hope this was everything you asked for, thanks for your request!

[leftsidebonfire]

2. Who is your best friend? Tell us about them! for Jocasta!

Jocasta bounces a little in her seat, excited to be asked a question, especially one about her friends.

"Oh this is nice! I love my friends. I have a few who I met before my journey with Hamon. There's Yuro, Jenkums, Kieven, and Osiris. Sadly, Kieven isn't with us anymore because he made the ultimate sacrifice for the good of the group. He died a hero, and I will always love him for that. Yuro was a badass. She could take down anything that crossed her path. She was mean spirited, but... eh. I got through to her. She's really a softie. She was such a tank, and I've never seen her fail to defeat her enemies."

"Jenkums was a wildcard. He was usually intoxicated, but that was one of the things I just loved about him. He had a thing for chopping people at the knees. It was gross, but always really cool. And Osiris!!! Osiris was missing for the last 10 years and he just came back to us!! When I tell you that was the greatest day of my life, I'm not lying. I had felt so empty after losing Kieven. And even though we won our battles, it still felt like a loss that he couldn't be there with us. To have Osiris back is the best gift I could've hoped for."

(Left to right is Yuro, Jocasta, Osiris, Kieven, and Jenkums)

"As for Hamon training, I've definitely made some new friends here as well! Joseph and Caesar are great, but, well... I'd like to, uh, be... more than friends, if you catch my drift. Don't tell them I said that! Suzie Q is wonderful though! She is wonderful and sweet and we get along well. If Hamon training is a bit much, I can always go to her."

"I don't have many friends, but the ones I do, I love with all my heart. I'd be friends with you too, if you'd like!"

[look-over-here]

d’arby

[bd-steelyfam]

ok but fam even without art you can still see their collective 'wtf' stares at osiris it's making me lose my mind holy fuck

Emperor, seeing Osiris hang out with @rose-moonlight-mystery: "This, Anon, is indeed a "wtf" moment."

Yellow Temperance: "That guy was actually kind of creepy. He always has this expression carved on his face like a stone, and the way he talks is just.... ugh."

Ebony Devil: "What the hell is up with him?"

Deacon Blues: "I offered him a free therapy session last week and I was relieved that he refused."

[sepublic]

Her stand is Isis. It’s basically Osiris but with an additional ability that makes Osiris obsolete, just like Atum.

Grandma activating her stand power

[hiddency]

What’s this I hear about Osiris being able to freeze time, and the Vex breaking out of it?

[jojostandopinions]

Osiris

Next up is the stand Osiris. Only 5 more stands until Diamond is Unbreakable!

Osiris is a strange creature, though not one I like. It’s face is odd, but definitely not in an appealing way. It looks like Handsome Squidward got stung by a bee, to be honest. There are just way too many patterns and textures for it to be appealing to the eye, and it lacks any sort of cohesive theme. Plus, the muscles are just distractingly large at this point

However, I must say, I do like the suckered fingertips. They seem fitting, for some unexplained reason. It’s not enough to save this stand, but I have to give it credit where credit is due.

It’s definitely below-average, compared to some of the stands of Part 3.

[neon-ufo]

How did you design your stand? I've tried making my own but I can never get them to look like they belong in the Jojo universe, but yours looks so dynamic and fits perfectly in the setting.

Okay, this is going to be a LONG post about Araki’s stand design, because looking for patterns in designs is something I REALLY enjoy and I want to talk about it a lot lmao

Designing a stand that fits well into the universe has everything to do with analyzing existing stands and seeing what design aspects they have in common! 

Decide which part you want your stand to fit into, or which part’s stand aesthetic you like best, and focus on analyzing those stands in particular, to narrow down your influences.

(more in-depth analysis under the cut)

In parts 3 and 4, the non-object stands are still quite organic, many of them actually looking like living creatures. You look at stuff like Star Platinum, Magician’s Red, Tower of Gray, Hanged Man, Empress etc and they all come across as creatures. Because this is early in stand development, there are few unifying factors among them, because Araki was still looking for the right aesthetic. Hierophant Green was the first stand to have what later became standard ‘stand eyes’.

As part 3 goes along, stands are slowly starting to take a more unified shape; The Fool, Judgement, Osiris and Atum, and also Cream to an extent, all start looking more artificial/robotic. ‘Stand eyes’ become more common.

Here’s an excerpt from Araki’s interview in Jojonium Vol.15;

When I design Stands, I often take inspiration from artifacts such as clothing, masks, and dolls from indigenous peoples. Once I fuse that aspect with something biological or mechanical, it makes a really unique design. Originally, I imagined Stands as being something inorganic powered by life force, so it makes sense that a lot of their designs are fusions between living beings and machines. The Fool's design starts out with a dog, and then adds on a Native American mask and the tires of a car. I think The Fool really represents my ideal design for a Stand.

To take a bit of a detour here to address my stand; I specifically designed Luv to be much more organic than mechanic, as I always intended him to also be my mascot, not just a stand. His design needed to be different enough to be able to be presented outside of JJBA context. His design is not consistent so that I can draw him however I feel like at the moment. My last post with the redesigns based on parts show more stand-like looks he could have if I designed him specifically as a stand.

Anyway, part 4 has a similar approach to stands as later part 3, there are a few more organic ones (Killer Queen, Stray Cat, Pearl Jam), but most others have some artificial aspect to them.

Part 5 has the first bigger shift in stand design. This is where stands stop looking “soft”. A lot of them appear to be covered by harder surfaces, their faces look like masks, many of them have some sort of helmets. Moody Blues is an interesting one, as he’s supposedly covered in vinyl. There are always exceptions because while most stands tend to follow similar design rules, there’s really no one way a stand can look, since we have object stands like Strength, Cream Starter and Beach Boy, and animal-esque stands like Clash. Talking Head, for example, seems almost entirely organic aside from its eyes.

Speaking of eyes, in part 5 there are VERY few exceptions to the ‘stand eyes’ rule, ‘normal’ organic-looking eyes are getting exceedingly rare.

One thing I noticed with part 5 stands was that a lot of them appear to have an “exposed” midriff, their designs often look like they consist of a chest piece and pants.

Some more things a lot of stands tend to have throughout parts are elbow and knee guards or segmented-looking joints, studded knuckles, and segmented fingers. The latter two are ESPECIALLY common and appear in nearly every design.

With part 6, one notable change I picked up on is that a lot of stands tend to have patterns on their bodies, which are distinctly different than the ‘armour’ patterns that part 5 stands have (Gold Experience, for example). Stone Free has little bumps all over, Kiss has stickers, Whitesnake has the GΔCT stripe pattern, Under World has some interesting symbols on its torso, and then you have Yo-Yo Ma and Planet Waves who seem to be textured. Previously stands had minor patterning (with exceptions, as always), but that changes a bit in Stone Ocean. There are also several stands here who just plainly have no face at all, like Diver Down, Marilyn Manson and Jumpin’ Jack Flash.

Since I just mentioned Marilyn Manson, I might also point out that there are VERY FEW stands with any sort of hair or fur. I could only count 6 between all the parts, so take this into account!

I’ll skip part 7 because it seems Araki tried doing something quite different with stands in this part, making their appearance less prominent as they work directly through their users instead, and because of that part 7 doesn’t really seem to have a unified stand design as the stands range from a spray, to a rope, to a mask, to a literal dinosaur, to balloons, and then to a few more common bio/mech stand designs. Among these, Civil War is a great example of what’s to come.

Jojolion is currently the furthest Araki got with his stand design concept.

Stands in Jojolion are distinctly more artificial-looking than they are organic. You could mistake Star Platinum or The World for a creature, even a human, but there’s no way you could mistake any of the Jojonium stands for something "real”.

Soft & Wet is literally a robot. Nothing about its design looks like it’s made of a soft material (ironically), except for maybe its neck;

Looking at Jojolion stands, standing among human characters, there’s absolutely no way to mistake any of them for a being of this world;

Not all of them look as robotic or even outwardly mechanic as Soft & Wet, but even those with most of their body looking soft don’t look like they are human, such as Nut King Call for example;

Jojolion has BEAUTIFUL stand designs, and if you follow their design pattern you’d probably be able to design something that looks like a stand the easiest, because these designs really pull forwards the essence of what matters in a stand design. You’ll notice that the stand eyes, segmented joints and studded knuckles are still present.

If Jojolion stand aesthetic doesn’t quite appeal to you and you want a slightly more organic stand, then I’d recommend you look into part 5 & 6 stands as inspiration, as they have a great variety of designs you can analyse.

If you want to look into colour aesthetics for stands, then I recommend you look at Araki’s traditionally coloured pieces, not the anime or the digital colouring, as his colours are generally much more unique and ‘alien’, just like stands should be.

[thehollyone]

What's your favorite JJBA parts, stands, and characters? For me my favorite part is Vento Aureo tied with Diamond is Unbreakable, my favorite stand is Bad Company, and my favorite character is Josuke (part 4) tied with Caesar.

Part: Either Diamond is Unbreakable or Steel Ball Run (Vento is very close and I love the main cast, but there are one or two smaller problems I have with it). Stands: For their respective parts Osiris, Crazy Diamond or Echoes Act 2, Sex Pistols, Foo Fighters, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, and Wonder of U. Between those it's probably a tossup between Crazy Diamond, Foo, and D4C. Characters: For Jojos it's either Giorno or Johnny (Josuke would be very close behind them). For the greater cast Dio is my favorite main villain, my favorite minor antagonist is Ghiaccio, and my favorite Jobro is either Okuyasu or Gyro Zeppeli.

[ask-starplat-and-co]

Hey Osiris! I bet my soul if you check Justice has a body pillow of the World!

Osiris: I certainly hope you’re wrong.

//OMG AN ACTUAL POST! I legit meant to post this 4 days ago, but I ran into a number of setbacks, including school assignments and my computer being stupid.