#jotaro says ace rights

[hauntingblue]

Oden is winning the bad bitch competition jesus

[shroudscholar]

The Star of the Show . . . it’s Lost !!

Aka, an introduction to my darling yuusona! (am I using that term right?)

artwork by . . . yoha-oa-art !! && dividers by . . . strangergraphics !!

Basic Information

Real Name: Can’t remember . . .

Alias: Lost

Other Names: Prefect | Moss (Ramshackle Ghosts) | Lost ‘n’ Found (Cater) | Roadkill (Leona) | Old Wife(y) (Floyd) | Burnt Marshmallow (Vil) | Monsieur Oublieux (Rook) | Child of Man (Malleus)

Voiced by: Matthew Mercer / DBS, Hit (EN) | Daisuke Ono / JJBA, Jotaro Kujo (JP)

Gender: Male

Grade: Freshman

Class: Class A (No. 26)

Birthday: Lost can’t remember his actual birthday. Once Ace and Deuce found out about that, they decided to give him one: August 30th.

Age: Can’t remember . . .

Height: 172 cm. | 5’8”

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Homeland: Can’t remember . . .

Club: Gastronomy Club

Best Subject: Biology

Hobbies: Photography

Dislikes: Dried out markers

Favorite Food: Chicken and dumplings

Least Favorite Food: Snow

Talent: Surviving

School Uniform: Lost’s uniform consists of a white button-up, black dress pants, and a single black glove. All these clothes were found in Ramshackle Dorm, so they’re a little big on him. He only wears one glove due to it being the only one he could find that fit. Even his socks are a bit too big, so he wears garters to keep them up. At first, he didn’t have a vest or tie, but after the events of Book 1 his friends at Heartslabyul gave him one of their extra vests and ties. Strangely enough, what started off as a red vest turned gray the moment they looked away from him. Which is also the fate of any colored fabric he puts on. Thankfully, he came to Twisted Wonderland with good quality shoes, a pair of black 18th century silk shoes, so he didn’t need to wear any of the old, rotten ones in the dorm. He always has the Ghost Camera hanging around his neck for easy access, he likes taking photos.

From the moment he awoke in that coffin he had no memories, no name, no homeland, nothing at all. Now adrift in Twisted Wonderland, he’s stumbled into the position of the Ramshackle Dorm prefect. Perhaps as a side effect of whatever caused his amnesia, Lost is unnaturally forgetful. He’ll forget it’s raining while standing out in the rain, or forget what class he’s in while the teacher is mid-lesson, and much more. It’s less that he doesn’t form memories and more like they fall to the wayside until something or someone jogs his memory again. With enough repetition and repeated exposure, the memories will strengthen enough that he won’t easily forget them, which is how he remembers people’s names for example. As a result of his poor memory, he takes many, many pictures and keeps them in a photo album. He values his photographs and his limited memories greatly, he’s very protective of his Ghost Camera as a result. Lost is also a very curious person, often annoying people with his constant questions. They wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t forget the answers and end up asking again minutes later…

His quiet, absentminded demeanor leads to him being easily overshadowed by more vibrant personalities, but he has his own brand of idiosyncrasies. Lost often ends up roped into unfortunate situations, but he sticks around due to his desire to help those around him. It feels wrong to leave others to their own devices if he can offer a helping hand, something he’s often being lectured about. People like to say he’s “too soft” for NRC, but that’s never stopped him from knocking rowdy students out with a blow to the jaw. It’s all in self-defense though, and he’d rather not resort to violence. Lost is very loyal and protective, and even though he’s often the one in need of help or handouts he’s quick to offer his rundown dorm and minimal possessions to those who need it. Typically, he has the patience of a saint, half because he forgets most of the slights against him, making him quite forgiving as well. But when he reaches his breaking point, you don’t wanna be in his way.

While Lost is kind, understanding, and easygoing, traits he’s often criticized for alongside his absentmindedness and poor memory, he is neither timid nor inhibited. He’s blunt and unafraid to translate his exact thoughts into spoken words. He won’t throw the first punch, but he’ll certainly throw the strongest one. Finishing fights is a specialty of his. When the situation truly calls for it, he can firmly put his foot down, hold his ground, and dish out some tough love or just outright insults. Some might say his friends at NRC have simply rubbed off on him, but regardless, he can slip in the occasional deadpan remark, sarcastic comment, or cunning scheme. At times, these things fly under people’s radar due to the assumption that Lost is soft, slow, and just overall not a threat. Lost doesn’t mind those kinds of snide comments or unflattering perceptions, he knows they’re not true and that’s enough for him. He’s self-assured enough to not feel a need to prove himself to others, though that doesn’t mean he’s without insecurities. Mainly, his memory, or rather the lack of it. It bothers him. A lot. Even if he doesn’t talk about it.

Trivia

Due to his poor memory, he ends up writing notes/reminders on his arms. His arms are always covered in marker as a result. 

While he can’t remember his past, he still retains the muscle memory of various skills/hobbies even if he can’t recall when, where, or why he learned them. He discovers them as he needs them, so even he’s surprised. The first time he got into a fight at school, he was surprised to find out he was quite exceptional at it.

Lost talks slowly and with a lot of pauses littered throughout. Sometimes he even forgets what his point was mid-sentence and stares off into space trying to remember.

When it comes to cooking, Lost’s good at it. The thing is he needs Grim, the ghosts, or someone else to supervise because he’ll get distracted, forget something’s cooking, etc. and start a fire.

He can’t feel temperature, he could be on fire or out in a blizzard and he wouldn’t even notice. However, others always tell him he feels cold.

His pain receptors are faulty, or rather they’re dulled. He typically feels no pain whatsoever, only registering pain if it’s truly severe. Even then, it’s never the correct amount of pain. If he lost a hand, he’d likely just go, “Ouch,” and move on.

When it comes to texting, he rarely if ever uses actual words. He communicates through emojis, and even his contact names are emojis. He makes sure everyone has a profile picture and unique ringtone as well.

Animals take a long, long time to warm up to him. Besides Grim, animals tend to be wary/cautious of him, growl at him, and avoid him if possible. He doesn’t know why they act like that, but according to the Savanaclaw trio, he “smells foul” or “rotten.”

He’s fully human, but he’s capable of biting through bone. Not just that, but on the first day of PE, Lost ended up breaking the grip strength machine and the punching machine.

Poison doesn’t seem to have any effect on him. Once, he mistook deadly nightshade berries for blueberries and baked them into a pie. Even though he ate it, the poison had no effect on him.

He’s comically unkillable. Pretty much everyone has seen him fall down a huge flight of stairs, get hit in the head with a spelldrive disk, get trampled by rowdy students in the cafeteria, and much more and just brush it off.

Even when he’s badly injured, he doesn’t bleed very much at all.

He typically only eats one meal a day. The rest ends up going to Grim.

He can hold his breath for ten minutes straight.

When he’s sleeping, it actually looks like he’s not breathing at all. Everyone who sees him asleep assumes he’s dead until he stirs awake. Grim’s used to it, but it never fails to give other people a heart attack.

His heartbeat is very slow, so slow it worries the school nurse. But no one can find anything wrong with him.

He tends to freak people out because he blinks infrequently. That, paired with his habit of spacing out, means he ends up staring at people without blinking for extended periods of time.

He’s nicknamed the Ramshackle ghosts. Jasper for the skeleton ghost, Grubb for the fat ghost, and Boo for the tiny ghost. In return, they call him “Moss” after accidentally mishearing his name.

Supplementary Reading

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[jotadoul]

i'm trying to summarise the way i engage with the fiction i really enjoy, like, the divide between enjoying its presentation at face value and enjoying pulling it apart to see how it works. in trying to talk about it through text it's sorta hard to avoid coming off as pretentious instead of earnest, so just know the crux of this is that i'm both fun funny and whimsical and also deadly fucking serious.

contains spoilers for escaflowne and jjba. and i guess metal gear?

i love to feel. i love melodrama. i love art which seeks to consume you, to share a body with you, briefly, to remind you what it is to feel a feeling. not in literal form (and melodrama is usually taken to mean "flat", lacking subtlety) but a fantastical representation of an ache deeply felt— and in that way it becomes more real than anything. the desperate dejection of the father in INTO THE WEST. the hard and physical, breathless, and then suddenly floating, drifting mood at the end of HEAT.

i've never been much of a shipper or whatever because most of the time, with the stuff i really love, focusing on that feels like a distraction. i don't enjoy Ace Attorney through the lens of phoenix/edgeworth, because i find their canon (and implications therein) friendship (along with larry) so riveting, i want to follow that thread to its many conclusions. if that makes me sound like a joyless crank, um... well, i'm not.

my JJBA OTP, namesake of this blog lol, is a personal delusion yes, but the reason why it struck me the way that it did is because it's based on a moment in JJBA which is then repeated with other characters going forward— a turning point between two people (this is key to it also, that it suddenly turns intimate) which expands the story right out from under you, a painful rugpull, a literary move. it's not solely about the plot expanding— the plot of stardust crusaders remains the same— but the entire work expands because the author has suddenly revealed that there was always more going on, and to stay on your toes. shaking your foundation. everything is the same and everything has begun to change. that's what grips me about it, that's why i find it so romantic, and i mean that in a classical sense too.

going back to Ace Attorney, most of those turning point moments are expressed/developed by the story of the familial bond between maya and phoenix. because that is/coincides with the actual plot, i don't really find myself inventing new "what if?" relationships because i'm so satisfied by the presentation of the facts.

i think the storyline of MGS3: Snake Eater falls into this too. you know what your mission is, and can expect what will happen, but the heartbreak of finally fulfilling what it promises feels completely new once you reach it. the Boss is like the peak example of characters who are aware of their narrative, aware of the role they're made to play by forces beyond their control, and despite being correct, must suffer for it. in my own work i tend to call this The (trans) Male Cassandra, because that's the type of guy i keep writing, almost like i have a vested interest in doing so. it's in this one way that i think characters like n'doul and jotaro are similar, and that's not only rare, but the way it's presented is rare too. especially for a story like stardust crusaders. but from there on, because of it being in stardust crusaders, i can see the future more clearly, and i can hold the story to a higher standard, because it's also holding me as a reader to a higher standard.

spoiler | the way n'doul reacts to jotaro, what he says about him, admires about him, laments to him, tells us more about how we should see jotaro. the way jotaro reacts to him does the same thing. in this singular fight, first jotaro is freaked the fuck out, then they're both having fun and mutual respect is earned and acted upon. when we realise jotaro means to keep n'doul alive, the reader is abruptly put in a position of knowing what's about to come before jotaro does. he should, but he doesn't, because, for this one moment, he thought something else was possible. even the type of death is different (suicide) and jotaro's reaction is different (shock/horror.) we saw rules, we suddenly see exceptions to rules, we knew what to expect, suddenly those expectations are changed— and the immediate tragedy of possibility denied. watching him try to do something we know isn't going to work out also serves to make him seem younger, and putting this in sometime before the fight with dio is a good reminder that he's human.

spoiler | it's a big part of what compels me about folken, as well as what i find bottomlessly heartbreaking about him. death seems to be a necessary component of the role of the seer/cassandra, but escaflowne shows us how desperate and dire the escape from fear and violence is. this being folken's ultimate aim above all else (to free van from the cycle), and hitomi pleading with him saying if he dies, then van will be all alone... hitomi is telling me why it doesn't make sense, and the story then sets it up such that it lacks even the paltry comfort of closeness, if not catharsis, for van. at that point in the story, i can't help but find it cruel in a way i don't find n'doul to be, or even the boss. cruelty is done to the boss in the storyline, the internal world is cruel to her. you can critique the "fridging" or whatever, but it isn't a departure. it doesn't unravel the story, it's key to it, for all time.

i was telling my partner that when it comes to something like Metal Gear or Ace Attorney, the quality of the thing imo speaks entirely for itself. if someone doesn't like it, or focuses on only some minute aspect of it, or goes off on a mad one interpreting signs and symbols that imo aren't there, the thing speaks for itself so loudly and plainly that any difference of opinion rolls right off my back.

then with JoJo's Bizarre Adventure it's similar, where i think araki's career and evolution of maturity in his storytelling and contemplation speaks for itself too, but my experience in the fandom (going way back now) was of people who claimed to enjoy it admitting they neither read nor even watched it, and were in no way capable of or interested in taking it as a piece of art. instead it was something to consume through someone else's summary, as fast as possible. which made having genuine conversations about it difficult when i'd try to talk about textual aspects of the series. conversations were dominated by moralising and headcanons. so compared to the above, i do feel more moved to defend it on that basis.

there's a nasty habit of presuming araki is a fucking slapdash idiot and that none of his choices have any internal coherence, which is plainly wrong, rude, anti-intellectual, and past a certain point, probably racist. the man has written books about his approach to writing manga and there's decades worth of interviews for more. but the game of telephone people play with JJBA in lieu of any sincerely felt relationship to it is a barrier i have a hard time talking through. so while it bothers me and i still try to talk it up, ultimately i have to shrug this off. we're having two different conversations.

then with Escaflowne i feel like i have to defend her with a knife LOL.

i know this isn't literally true, but having seen and read and talked a lot over the years, it seems like a huge chunk of people on earth are coming to it with either preconceived notions and expectations or preconceived notions in the form of feelings crystalised at grade school age. the latter isn't a criticism, it's life, it happened to me. if your feelings crystalised simply but positively, i do believe it was for a reason; you felt something and couldn't make heads or tails of it then. or you attributed it to something which then becomes something else later.

i'm not going to pretend there's no alternative to liking escaflowne, lol, i understand disliking it. however, dislike shouldn't preclude one from respecting it/taking it seriously. i talk about this below, but designating a piece of art— particularly from a time period in which art was funded, lol— valueless, especially foreign art, isn't something i personally want to be caught doing.

preconception of any kind is hard to disentangle because it must be tested. i think it was like that for me, and now with my adult perspective i can really easily point to what about it stirred and stuck with me because i have a map of creative work from then to now which points to it. (particularly in writing, if not art, though i think the film particularly informed my sensibilities.) and i'm still surprised by many things i missed. even if emotionally they landed, conceptually they didn't. which is why i really believe that in key respects it Is that deep.

i see people compare it to magic knight rayearth, but it's simply the truth that escaflowne sought to accomplish different things than rayearth and for a different audience. rayearth's narrative in the manga and anime is furibund in a way escaflowne isn't. escaflowne's masterful approach to pacing means episodes can fit a lot in them without being hectic— what frenzy there is, it's sustained only within the scene for which it's appropriate. but it doesn't have the same bounce as rayearth. there's breathing room. it differs structurally. escaflowne's story is in great part shown not only through character parallels, but scene parallels, done back to back in direct poetic contrast. so from that, i understand it's only being compared in terms of genre, but in terms of genre, escaflowne defies shorthanding. and as time goes on, that's more and more impressive to me. elevator pitches don't do much for me, and "[IP] meets [IP] x [trope]" takes me out instantly. inability to summarise it concisely (without ignoring some key component) is to me a credit to its form, not a shortcoming.

the problem is, like JJBA, it takes time to show someone what makes escaflowne's deft feats of emotional storytelling stand out. even though everyone agree the soundtrack is beast mode, for some reason it's harder to believe that escaflowne deserves that soundtrack. deserves its all-star team of artists. deserves its film. as if to say, you, the viewer, also don't deserve to witness (and are encouraged not to think about) this great joint effort, this great coalescing of ideas.

its staying power isn't immediately recognisable in still images. among things i'll mention further down, lack of time/patience and preference for secondhand experience is a real problem which affects art as much as anything. the art may not appeal to everyone but with how much art i hope fellow artists (in particular) have been exposed to, i need them to come to grips with the possibility that outright aversion to style might be a juvenile bias relative to where they're at in their creative career. if you're a professional artist, and the most technically skilled you've ever been, and you can't recognise or value work different from your own, or amateur work, there is a gaping deficiency in your skillset. unwillingness to engage in "low culture" is as tedious to me as unwillingness to engage in like... theory or whatever.

like great people, great works of art are often reviled in their time, then smoothed out and rebranded, defanged, resold. discussing art and examining ones own responses to that art is i think essential for the spirit and those around you. it's infectious and influential. it's actually, like, good and important to be self-serious sometimes. there's a totally insufferable cowardice in refraining from emotional indulgence. not just making "weird art," but feeling it. admitting your influences. admitting what you wish you could do. and trying.

and i really think even if you don't like the art, there are other aspects that succeed. i'm interested in film enough that i can point out all the camera work, shifting of perspective, timing, that make the series uniquely filmic, utilising techniques we associate with live action. that should be interesting to you not just on its own but because it isn't something we tend to have reason to expect from anime (because anime can tell a story through other means) nor expect it to be carried throughout so consistently as a crucial part of what we're meant to understand. if you don't like the plot, i still think the means of the plot expanding are executed with clever creativity. but it's the same problem: this requires time, and this comes through in motion. the visuals of the series are informed, altered, recontextualised, by the sound and the silence. someone has to be willing to see it, not past it.

escaflowne is a huge exercise in inference.

and it rewards for that reason— it rewards care and attention. because it doesn't beat you over the head with exposition, there's room for more nuanced storytelling. i think that is The enduring magic of it, what it demands from the viewer as a participant in the experience. it's not passive. or, its seeming passivity as a story/experience is a deception. i have full faith in the writer and team that the metaphors, symbols, parallels are exactly as intentional and significant as they are, because they are what sells the meaning of the story— but even at the time it stood apart for the same reason it's difficult to get people into it now, which is that we've since rapidly moved into such an age of western literalism and graceless lore and total lack of respect for art as craft, as work, as language. art as not simply aesthetics, but art as communication. when what's being communicated becomes simpler and done through simpler means, in as simple a process as possible, and only references the aesthetics of the past to imply history/thought without having to think, and in turn buries history.

one has to deeply, earnestly want to communicate something. and be willing to work to accomplish it, risks and all. the risks are necessary. failure is a teacher, and in that way, failure ceases to exist. and i don't say this stuff because i think it's easy. i am bad at working. i am bad at staying afloat. the same qualifiers as always: the work is hard, making time is hard, the work you like may not be what you're naturally inclined to make, not all forms of work are accessible/possible for all people, communication comes in many forms, and it's not only work to communicate, it's also work to learn how to become fluent/familiar with someone else's communication style/method. but that process fascinates me. it's a challenge. i'm not always up for it. but i can't help wanting for connection. i value the time i allow myself to sit inside something for however long it takes to process. if i dislike something, i want to understand my reaction and see if i can understand the method and motivation in which it's told, and if that clarifies something. i'm always hungry to understand. art is also fearless for me— the craft, the labour, if nothing else, makes me closer, more familiar, with the world, including the people i admire. sentiments like this mean so little to me. i don't imagine my inspirations/aspirations in defensive RPF like this and if i were treated poorly by someone i admire, i wouldn't admire them, because i don't admire that behaviour. and, their disapproval of my work wouldn't sway me. but i also don't approach art, or artists, even my favourites, with the goal of permission-seeking.

bearing in mind how much physical and mental effort it takes to create art, i am completely comfortable meeting/respecting it when it's shown to me, and, completely comfortable ignoring something disingenuous and soulless. escaflowne does not need a remake, no matter how much more "content" you might want. look at the anime remakes of recent years, they're horrifying. the source of your nostalgia already exists— it doesn't justify a hollow reanimation.

in a similar vein, i also don't need or yearn for it to be gay or trans just because i am, because my identity comes from myself, and the experience of being me is expressed in the art/stories i make. absent of my response to it, the media i enjoy is, to others, as representative of me as a blank sheet of paper. i don't cultivate my interests based on what i think will best represent me As Gay. i don't cultivate my interests based on the checkboxes of a scene i'm trying to fit into. transness is inextricable from me, but the things that look and feel like transness to me do not to other people. this doesn't make it lesser.

folken's narrative could effortlessly be explored as a transsexual one even if just because it mirrors what in my own life feels intrinsic, inseparable from transness, in the only way i've experienced it. but it's my own art that i hope speaks loudest to the nature and quality of my soul and ethics/ethos. you should demand better. but knowing when to demand that of yourself, not others, is important and affirming. shipping etc. is your own imagination, so you've already accomplished part of the work of creation. not all, but some!

it feels too easy and unfair to insist the series would be "better" if it were less heterosexual, as if profound pain and romance can only affect you if it's a 1:1 recreation of yourself. you are always bringing yourself into what you love. and you can aspire to it. you can be shaped by it. you can be dissatisfied and seek resolution, but eventually you're going to hit a wall where there are no more answers, because they were never intended to be answered in the first place. what's your next move?

i like thinking about art and i like making it. i have insane, baseless faith in my motivations and, if not my execution, then my interest in learning how to execute them. it isn't enough for me to have my interests, ideas, inspirations floating around in the realm of the hypothetical. i demand more. at the same time, i should settle for less, and i'm making a serious effort to learn how so i can avoid burning out (if that's even possible when capitalism is designed to be punitive and disabling.) but i also know i won't be satisfied by languishing. art has been the singular constant in my shitty, chaotic life— by making, i'm also making myself more real.

i'll always be able to laugh at Ace Attorney as much as i'm able to be held in the cinematic grip of, in particular, the drama of the last case of the 3rd game. and i'll always be able to think about eli snake hanging out with his 3 dipshit dads and whipping machine parts off of mother base and zipping around in heelys til he eats shit. as well as thinking about how beautiful it is that david snake fulfills the role/will of the boss in a way of which the same dipshit dad is incapable. i'm invited to play and also to contemplate the critique of the american war machine. i'm not saying this because i think this is a unique ability, lmfao! this is very simple, this is the baseline.

what i AM saying is... what a treat it is to love escaflowne. to enjoy such well-considered art, indulging in the wholeness of the vision. it can't be overstated just how much effort went into its creation— to have not only a series but a chance to revisit in the form of (possibly? definitely?) one of the most lavish anime films ever made. even my ample critiques come from a place of trying to meet and respect the art from its position, in its own internal context, its place in the world, and in my life. if i'm a good artist/writer, it's because i saw escaflowne when i was 12.

and that's why i wield the knife. lmao

[revon-aurora-borealis]

(oh god this got so much longer than i thought wtf i really like just randomly rambling abt jojo LMAO 💀💀💀💀💀)

real bro, to me i really just cannot see joseph cheating especially how he acted when he met Caesar, is he perverted? hell yea, but that doesnt mean youd cheat on your wife, there are plenty of super horny people who dont

i wanna do a jojo rewrite someday that fixes all the plot inconsistencies and one thing im changing is that instead of joseph being josuke's dad, joseph and suzie had an assholely son who would go around doing stupid shit like say banging a collage student while hes in his 40s to 50s, who maybe like eventually had an early death cuz mf was stoopid, so instead in this version both poor jospeh and jotaro are fixing someone else's stupid mess and id imagine joseph would join in on being pissed off lmao 💀

jotaro gives off major ace vibes to me (and maybe some aro), like the only person he seemed close to that was his age was Kakyoin, so its weird af to me to think bro actually like... got married, but ig if he found the right girl he would, which he did, i still 100% hc him as ace tho lol

(and now an entire fucking essay abt dio's mating behaviors im sorry 💀)

Giorno and his half brothers be a weird addition to the cast for sure, but honestly not too surprising of one tbh (dio is a horny bastard lmao), but the timeline consistency on what the fuck went down is... i dunno weird... also its kinda weird that dio was so pissed off abt his mom's abuse and then he just like fucking... does that... like ig maybe the mask changed him so he was bloodthirsty or smth but its still weird af considering how much he was effected by the abuse he and his mother suffered, it wouldve made more sense if he didnt plan to kill them, which would also make the time of his son's births make more sense

to add to even more weirdness abt the whole killing women after fucking them he definitely banged mariah and the empress stand user but he didn't kill them, but ig that was prolly cuz theyre stand users and head over heels for him, while at least some of the rando girls he banged prolly just were looking for a one night stand and maybe some realized he was a peice of shit when speading time with them, those people would make sense to kill

i just now remembered he was trying to become powerful by consuming those with personalities he liked but that still doesnt make his whole "fuck women then eat them" shit really fit well with his already existing morals

then again some people will object to the abuse of someone they love but then turn around and just fucking do the exact same thing to someone else *cough* many politicians *cough* and dio's an asshole so thats prolly whats going on ngl, still how weirdly over the too evil he is is almost unbelievable which is funny and annoying

yaknow jotaro complans abt having an uncle younger than him but like thats kinda common

what isnt common is having like 5 fucking great great granduncles that exist because your great great grandfather's rival stole your great great grandfather's body and then banged a bunch of chicks

yet to get to part 5 and see if jotaro's in it

tbf i do get why hes upset with having an uncle younger than him in this case cuz yaknow josuke is a bastard, and poor jotaro had to travel around to sort out his grandfather's mess

im just saying bro's got arguebly more weird things going on in his family lmao

[sohin-ace]

Jojo Drabble - Jotaro (Pride Month Special)

It's the end of Pride Month, and I haven't seen a single, not a single post about Aro/Aces...

I'm not really surprised. At all.

I'm linking some interesting videos and websites to help you understand this sexual orientation.

Asexuality: The invisible Orientation by Hippie Calico

I spent a day with Asexuals by Anthony Padilla

Asexuality by David Jay

Asexuality.org (available in 16 languages)

R/aaaacccccce on Reddit

R/asexuality on Reddit

(Both subreddits are very cute and full of funny memes and good positivity 💜🖤)

In regards to the visibility of this marginal and forgotten sexuality, I'll be making a drabble about it. With the only openly Aro/Ace character of Jojo that I know of.

※ Jojo Scenario • Jotaro - Ace to Ace

You opened the heavy metallic door leading to the rooftop, the loud clank and dry screech making you cringe. Hopefully the sound wouldn't alert the teachers or the class reps. After all, nobody was allowed on the roof. Especially during class hours.

You walked around, searching for a certain someone and, surely enough, the boy in question was there, just where you expected him to be.

"Man, you sure love to ditch, don't you?"

You chuckled and the male didn't even spare you a glance, his hat effectively shielding his face from the Spring sun as he laid leisurely on the floor, his arms pillowing his head.

"I could say the same to you."

Well, he wasn't wrong, you thought to yourself, but you would never admit it out loud and possibly give this smug man reason.

You slowly and carefully sat down next to him, groaning slightly at the painful difficulty of the usually simple task.

Jotaro perked up slightly at your discomfort, making sure you were alright. Thankfully you seemed alright and he relaxed.

"Yare yare daze, you shouldn't have come. You're still recovering, why are you walking flights of stairs now?"

That's right. You were still under medication and strict medical supervision for your quite severe stomach wounds. And you still weren't used to your prosthetic leg just yet.

It was purely a miracle that you managed to survive that fight against Dio, and you never ever took a second of your life for granted after that, thinking of the friends who didn't have the same chance as you, lost forever during that battle.

You looked down at your uniform skirt. You couldn't think about that now. You had to lift up the mood for Jotaro, and for them.

"Hey, I'm fine." You dismissed with a smile, "It doesn't even hurt that much anymore, it's been a while now." You reassured and he only mumbled his catchphrase again, laying back down.

You two kept each other company in comfortable silence. Despite everything, Jotaro was still taciturn and you were much calmer after all that happened the past few months.

It was already the end of the school year and your thoughts drifted to the future that awaited you, and what it had to possibly offer.

"Say, Jotaro..." You softly grasped his attention and he only hummed in response. "What do you think will happen next? After we graduate, I mean..."

"Hmm?" He opened a curious blue eye at you." ...Go to college or get a job. Or both. What else do you want to do?"

"Ah well..." You paused and thought of your next words. "I don't want to but... Guess I'll have to get married and stuff eventually... Have kids, cook for my husband, things like that you know..."

Jotaro clicked his tongue and scoffed at the disgusting idea. "...Bullshit."

"I know..." You sighed and looked back down at the male, only to see him stare at the now more covered sky, his usual glare softer on his face. You knew what he was thinking.

"Jotaro..." You called and he looked at you. "You're the same as me... Right?"

He didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke answers for him. You may not have known him for very long, but the adventures and experiences you lived with him were worth much more than years of friendship.

He huffed and closed his eyes. "Yare yare daze... Why are you talking about depressing things, now?"

"I mean... Can you blame me for being worried? I know you feel the exact same, Jotaro." You brought your knees up to your chest and stared ahead. "You'll have to get through the same thing at one point too... That's... What we're expected to do, after all... Whether we like it or not."

He hated to admit it, but you were right. What was the place in society for two outsiders with not interests in romantic or sexual relationships?

What were Aromantics and Asexuals besides loners, straight people craving attention and finding poor excuses for their lack of charisma?

Especially when everybody well knew that the only way to succeed in life, was to share it with a significant other and keep the bloodline going forever.

...Or was it really?

All these thoughts, your obligations as members of the patriarchal modern society, the implications behind all of it, the consequences, the fate you two would be doomed in. All of these were so painful. A lifelong struggle.

He was aware that he'd have to complete his other half of his life, achieve the ultimate life goals of getting married to a beautiful little wife and have cute little children running around the house and all that jazz.

But that's not how Jotaro Kujo had ever imagined his life would be like.

He had his own dreams, his own comforts. Being alone was good. So good. But he had no choice, he'd have to satisfy society's expectations. He'd have to make his mother proud and granting her the little grandchildren she always wished to have.

Jotaro looked back at your metallic leg. After all you've been through, after all he's lost to save his mother, pleasing her and making her happy was the least he could do to honor your sacrifices and the deaths of his loved ones.

But what could he do? Force himself? A man couldnt force himself to develop feelings, he could only pretend. But what good would that do him?

He'd have to, eventually. He couldn't help but think back at you. You were all the same. And you two would be judged for life for not following suit and do like everyone else, like little sheeps.

Was it so wrong to not want to be with a special someone? To not get attached or attracted? Why was it so weird? Why was it unacceptable? Who deemed it necessary, to get stuck into marriage just for the sake of being married?

And man, his thoughts rathered to drift to sex either, that's really the last straw and if possible, he'd love to shut everybody up about it. Shut up everybody who only validated a man's worth by his primal urge to knock a woman up.

You seemed to be the only one he could actually talk about this with, since people would just tell you the usual 'You're gay!' or 'You haven't found the one yet!'.

Just like telling a depressed person to 'cheer up'. Bullshit excuses of people who couldn't accept that mindsets and sexualities differ with each human being.

What were the two of you supposed to do? You were stuck, cornered.

He was a stone that knew nothing about affection, and he already pitied the unlucky woman who'd get to him.

And you were just as bad of a stone. He felt bad for you, for having to have to lay down and take it without batting an eye just to satisfy the needs of the greedy bastard that'd snatch you away.

"... We'll figure it out, Y/N. We've dealt with much worse to worry about things like that."

"That's true but... I don't know. It's hard to imagine a family life. I like chilling on my own. And I'm still too sad about them to be lovey-dovey."

He scoffed, hitting your back playfully. "So what? Let two hopeless rocks with crippling depression be themselves. Sounds like a plan."

"Now, hear yourself talking about depressing things!" You chuckled and pointed out accusingly at him, stealing his precious hat and putting it on your own head.

He sat up with an exhausted sigh and roughly pulled his hat down your eyes, as his own little revenge, gratified by a small 'Ow!' of response from your end.

He let out a ghost of a smile as you were blinded by his hat, thankful that you couldn't see him even though he knew you'd never tease him for being more expressive.

"Ow, that actually hurt, Jojo, you bastard!"

"Let's go." He stood up before stretching his huge hand out to you, making sure to be careful with your injuries as he pulled you up to your feet with surprising gentleness.

Before you could reach your classroom, you grabbed your friend's arm, prompting him to stop walking in the empty hallways.

"But really, Jojo... Wherever you are, and if you have been pushed into a life that unsatisfies you in the future... think about me, okay? You know that somewhere, I'll be the exact same... You're not alone."

He couldn't help but soften his gaze just slightly. You were a thoughtful person, that wasn't a secret. You already had proven yourself to be compassionate multiple times during your crusade, and you kept on.

You made him realise that he was normal and it was okay to not feel anything. You two could only rely on each other now, and it sure didn't matter to him what people say.

Oh of course he'd heard his classmates gush about how cute you two were and how uncharacteristically sweet he was towards you ever since you came back from your trip.

Because the infamous Jotaro Kujo wouldn't just have a soft spot for just anyone, right? Nobody would believe that he became so gentle just because you were injured, there must be something more, right?

No. Absolutely not. And screw society for fogging people' small brains into thinking that there's an afterthought or innuendo behind every male-female, or even same sex platonic relationships.

He knew well that it made you as uncomfortable as him, but you always brushed it off and let the people talk. Let them believe whatever they wanted.

He never wanted to think too much about it, but he couldn't help but worry as well sometimes. That was the kind of things that pissed him off.

It pissed him off so bad. If it wasn't for you he would have crushed so many skulls already. That would teach some people to shut the fuck up.

"What are you thinking about, Jotaro?"

He blinked, humming questioningly at you as you had taken him out of his transe.

"You just called Star Platinum." You said as you grabbed the Stand's big hand, shaking it around as if to greet him, to which he responded with a whispery 'Ora'.

He sighed heavily, calling his Stand back. "Nothing... Nothing at all."

You chuckled a bit. You've learned to read him quite well overtime. A skill only his mother and Kakyoin had mastered. "I'm worried too, Jojo. Hopefully it will be okay... For us."

You patted his back reassuringly and he smiled.

Wasn't that kind of love enough? Love without obligation, without commitment. Without the consequences. Without gender norms, without standards. Just people caring for each other. Wasn't friendship, camaraderie, sisterhood and brotherhood beautiful enough?

Platonic, unromantic love was much stronger than any other type of relationship. He was satisfied with this form of social contact. He didn't need anything more.

Jotaro Kujo was never a greedy man, after all.

The male was suddenly brought back to his sense when he felt a tiny hand tug insistently at his sleeve, hoping to wake him up from his rêverie.

"Papa, you fell asleep on your desk again..."

Jotaro inhaled tiredly, scratching his head and taking in his surroundings, his study back in his home in Florida. He patted his daughter's head, making her scrunch her face a little.

Was it that late already? He was so used to dozing off after working on his thesis, reflecting on his life and his choices. He had been overworking himself lately. He knew he shouldn't overthink, but he couldn't help it.

"Thank you Jolyne. Go back to sleep now, alright?"

The little girl nodded and trutted out, leaving her father alone to his thoughts.

Jotaro let out another breath, eyeing a certain picture frame, taken in the desert. Hopefully you were living a fulfilling life of your own.

And hopefully you two would get to meet again, and maybe talk again.

Ace to ace.

[wozwaid]

JJBA Incorrect Quotes

Narancia, texting Bucciarati: mom help im being kidnapped

Bucciarati: Where are you?

Narancia: im in a car with some strange person plz help

Bucciarati: I’ll call Abbacchio.

Abbacchio, answering his cell: Yo.

Bucciaratti: Where’s Narancia? He texted me saying that he was being kidnapped!

Abbacchio: Narancia? Whaddya mean? He’s right next to me-

Abbacchio:

Abbacchio: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Abbacchio: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Narancia: WHO ARE YOU?!

Emporio: If you bite something and you die, then it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Foo Fighters: What if it bites me and it dies?!

Ermes: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus christ, FF, learn to listen.

Jolyne: What if it bites itself and I die?

Jotaro: That’s voodoo.

Weather Report: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Jotaro: That’s correlation, not causation.

Jolyne: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Anasui: That’s kinky.

Jotaro: Oh my God.

Josuke: *gently taps table*

Rohan: *taps back*

Okuyasu: What are they doing?

Koichi: Morse code.

Rohan: *aggressively tapping*

Josuke: *slams hands down on the table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Joshu: Shit...

Jobin: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Daiya: OH MY GOD JOSUKE FELL OFF-

Rohan, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Josuke, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Okuyasu, pulling out a Pokémon card: INKAY, I CHOOSE YOU!

Koichi, shaking and crying in the corner out of pure confusion: what are we playing

Jonathan: *screams*

Dio: *screams louder to assert dominance*

Zeppeli: Should we do something?!

Speedwagon: No, I want to see who wins this.

(this is literally just a summary of part 1)

Mista: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Fugo: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

Dio: I went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Dio: I became more evil if you’re curious

Jonathan: We’re still in quarantine, don’t worry! There’s still time for a redemption arc!

Dio: I’m going to get worse on purpose. 

[bagelbright-tok]

Take Me to Funkytown!

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Yellow Temperance proves to be a great enemy to Jotaro. Without much of an aid there to assist the teen, he hasn’t much of a choice but to fight for his life. After trying to burn and freeze temperance off of his finger, hope is lost. At least, until an odd individual dances their way into the fight. Ally or enemy? Temperance and Jotaro are unsure.

Jotaro x fem!Reader [Platonic One-shot]

Italics = the music

Word Count: 1,564 Warning(s): Violence, swearing, negligence, bit of social isolation, intense grooving, swearing again, gross horny man tries hitting on reader, I did not re-read __ Blame It on the Boogie! __

You were mostly just touring Singapore for your own personal reasons. You had nothing else to do and you got bored quickly. So, you packed your bags and left for Singapore. You had the essentials; clothes, personal hygiene products, and your Walkman cassette player and headphones. The flights over were smooth as could be. Not like you noticed much anyhow. Most of the time, you had your headphones on, listening to the several cassettes you also had brought in your bag. Since you’d left, you’d made 0 social interactions with other humans. That didn’t bother you in the least. You didn’t necessarily care much for making friends along the way. In fact, you dreaded when people would talk to you. They were annoying, quite frankly. So you would drown out the voices with your music. The only problem was that you would get sick of listening to the same songs over and over again. The perks of traveling were being able to try out new music from places around the world.

Your thoughts were mostly blank while you peered out of the train window at the city you were approaching. “Hey pretty lady~!”

A man’s voice quickly pierced the air around you. But you couldn’t hear him over your loud music. He noticed that quickly and took this as a sign to sit right next to you. “What’s a girl like you sitting all by yourself?”

You scooted away from him once you noticed he had sat next to you. Your smiling expression quickly turned into a frustrated one. You couldn’t hear the man, but his presence alone made you uncomfortable. You became infuriated when you felt his hand remove your headphones. “C’mon girl, don’t-”

You didn’t let him finish as you summoned your Stand, and sent it lunging at the man. Your Stand, Ace’s Wand, representing the tarot card Ace of Wands, was a Stand with the form that could vary depending on your mood and the sounds in the air. With you angry without music, your Stand took on a horrifying form that you could barely comprehend. The noises it made as well were scary. All you could see was the body of the annoying man getting flung like a ragdoll. His body was crumpled like a piece of paper on the other end of the train.

You scoffed, grabbed your headphones, and returned to your position. Your music continued and your site seeing went on. Everyone was scared and confused as they surrounded the man in concern. “Won’t you take me to Funkytown?” You bobbed your head to the beat while everyone whispered in a hushed and terrified tone.

***

The train ride turned into a cableway ride. You sat in a cable car with a man, his kid, and their dog. The kid happily snacked on his popsicle as he enjoyed the view from the car. You were doing the same, except you were listening to your music instead of snacking on a popsicle. Looking out the window, you noticed a guy on a cylindrical shaped building that was tall enough to reach the height of the cable car. It was an odd sight for sure, you even gave him a confused squint. You noticed his sights landing on your cable car. You blinked a couple of times. Your eyes quickly widened when you saw him back up, then charge forth towards your car.

“Oh shit!” You whispered loudly. The teen landed on the car and clutched to the side you had been viewing from. You noticed a purple figure emerge from him and rip the door off the car. Things only got weirder. The man peered at you, then turned his attention to the kid with the popsicle. 

“Hey kid, I am gonna need to use this.” The kid began to cry until the teen spoke again, “Alright, I’ll buy you a new popsicle when we reach the ground.”

The kid nodded, and the tall teen rose back to his height. Your headphones had been knocked off during the impact of the teen crashing into the car. You hardly noticed, even hearing the teen talk and hearing yourself talk. “Whoa! What an entrance! What the hell are you doing?” You blurted out.

“Is this your kid, lady?” The black haired teen asked.

“What? Hell no.”

“Then shut up and enjoy the view.”

Your brows furrowed at that statement. It was of annoyance, but then it turned into confusion when you noticed the yellow blob on the teen’s hand. Just what was going on? You could only ask this as the teen pressed the cold treat onto the yellow substance, wincing in pain in the process as the gross yellow jello spiked and stabbed into his hand. Things only escalated when another presence began to enter the cable car through the door that the teen had rudely ripped off. The presence was similar to the substance on the teenager’s hand, except larger and with another person inside.

“Can’t you get it through your thick skull?” The deep male voice spoke in a taunting manner that sent shivers down your own spine. “My Stand, Yellow Temperance, is indestructible! No matter how much power you may have, you cannot beat my Stand!”

Well shit. It means you’ve found yourself in a Stand battle. You found yourself even more infuriated than before on the train. The black haired teen referred to as Jotaro had ripped a pole from the car and tried to swing it at Yellow Temperance. It wasn't just Jotaro, though. It was his Stand, a large purple humanoid entity that was clearly fast and strong. Angered, you put on your headphones and stood up. It was as the Stand projected itself onto Jotaro and the cable car that things got weird.

Jotaro and the user of Yellow Temperance were now looking at you. Your expression was scrunched up and you could feel the heat rising. With the beat of your music, you had better control of your Stand. "Don't blame it on the sunshine!"

You moved with the rhythm and summoned your Stand without further comment. "Don't blame it on the moonlight."

"Holy shit!" Temperance's user yelled in horror as his eyes laid on your Stand. You could barely make that out with your music as loud as it is.

"What the hell!" Jotaro also exclaimed, but not as loud. Based on Temperance's reaction, it clued him in on the fact that you are clearly not with him. A relief, but also, you aren't with the Joestars.

"Don't blame it on the good times." Just as Temperance was about to latch onto you, you sent out your Stand first. "Blame it on the-!" "BOOGIE!" Your Stand screeched as it went up against the yellow Stand.

The enemy user only screamed as he witnessed your Stand vigorously and aggressively stabbing and digging through his sludge. Even while your Stand could make contact with his, it couldn't be said that the situation could be switched around. Your Stand's form was horrifying in itself, but the idea that his Stand with no weaknesses couldn't touch your Stand was just as terrifying. 

Jotaro realized the opportunity he had now. The enemy had even panicked and removed his Stand from Jotaro. He wasn't even paying attention to Jotaro anymore. You knew why. The fear was overwhelming. You are the greater threat at the moment to him. You bore your eyes into Jotaro, telling him to make his move if he wants it. Your Stand was slowly making its way closer and closer to the user with its claws. Just as your Stand was about to make it to the enemy, with him sobbing, Jotaro used his Stand's fist to punch the user and knock him unconscious. Your Ace's Wand stopped mere inches away from The Temperance card holder. Your Stand emitted a sickly wheeze of laughter before being de-manifested. You were still grooving to the song, though.

"This magic music grooves me! That dirty rhythm moves me! The devil's gotten to me through this dance!"

Jotaro was unsure of how to communicate with you. That uncertainty was cleared up, though, when you yourself removed your ear buds and spoke.

"Hey! Jotaro right?" You chuckled, pointing at him. Jotaro nodded, knowing you had caught his name in the fight. "That was pretty cool. We should do that again sometime."

"What?" Is all Jotaro could murmur in confusion as response to your suggestion.

"I'm [Y/N] [L/N]." Your pointing finger turned into an open palm hand to shake Jotaro's. "I'm a Stand user, too. Not like.." You looked down at the unconscious and shirtless man at your feet. "...him, though. I'm cool, like you."

Jotaro hated women who fawned over him. Most of the female students who crowded him referred to him as "cool," as well. Hearing you say it, though, was different. It wasn't of lust or love like those ladies at school. It was of genuine friendship and curiosity.

"That's.. Great." Jotaro said, extending his hand out and shaking yours. "Hey, I have a question…"

"Go ahead and shoot!" You shook his hand and returned yours to your side.

"Could you join us on our mission to Egypt?" Jotaro is well versed in being blunt and very straightforward. Not that you would know that.

You paused and processed what he had said. " "Our...?" Mission..? Egypt!?"

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A/N: AAAA! This has been sitting in my docs for sooo long! I had no idea where to take it and how to end it. Finally figured it out though! Apologies if it seems rushed or half-assed. This one is very similar to the In With A Bang one-shot. Introducing a character in that fashion. Also, In With A Bang has reached over 100 notes!! That's fuckin bonkers! Please go give it a read if you haven't! I promise it's better than this one, lol!

[aeons-domain]

Just put on a cute set of nails and I feel so!!! complete! I'm gonna 🧘‍♀️💆‍♀️✨️✨️✨️ project that onto Madison and how the boys react to her wearing them 💅💅💅

CW: descriptions on wearing fake nails/acrylics (?? idk i go a bit descriptive on that at one point here and i'm just putting that out there in case some people are uncomfortable or are unaware of the process), it's chaotic text luv it's late here and i have somewhere to be in the morning yet here i am typing this all out on my phone lmao 💗💗💗

At first both of them don't get why girls like to wear fancy nails, more so ones that are fake, seemingly too long for comfort, and have a lot of attached jewels/3D parts, but they just learn that with Madison, it's just how some girls are. That, and they have to get used to living with it :-P

Maddie defends that the acrylics she wears aren't THAT uncomfortably long and flashy. For the nail length, she just goes for short or medium. Her go-to nail shape would be almond, not too sharp like the stiletto but not too blunt like the oval. She either goes with a solid color or some design that's simple but cute enough to bring some attention to her hands (maybe she'll add a jewel as an accent to one of her nails). And bring attention it does when Jotaro and Noriaki come home one day to see her nails done

They notice her holding things in an odd way, almost delicate-like, and Jotaro's the first to break and ask why the hell she's holding or operating things with her hands so weirdly

"I just got my nails did! Wouldn't want to ruin them right after stepping out of the salon, now would I?"

Noriaki gets curious and wonders why she has to be careful with doing things and Madison nonchalantly answers with:

"It hurts if they break. Don't you know that the nail technician shoves the fake nail down unto the nail bed until it's snug? It's how the thing adheres better to the natural nail," and the boys. are. HORRIFIED upon hearing this. Is that actually true??? they ask that to themselves....lmao no it's not Maddie's just messing with them HAHAJZIAIDS

A single 'Why' comes out of one of the boys' mouths and Maddie just shrugs, "Eh, beauty is pain 💅💅✨️✨️ girls have to endure soooo much when getting a new set done...Now do you wanna help me make dinner?"

They just criiinnggeee taking that fake knowledge in....why would she choose to go through so much pain only to come out and seemingly make life harder for herself????? They can't help but look over Maddie as she starts cooking in the kitchen, peeping at the nails and how fearful they are if one of them breaks and they see her hold the broken nail in pain. Little did they know that they would start unconsciously doing things to make sure that none of her acrylics break, and it just amuses Madison to see how affected they are by all this we love clueless but concerned boys in this house lmao

Jotaro's peeved that Madison can't fully close her fists because the nails would just press into the meat of her palm and he doesn't like to think how uncomfortable that feels. It's not even his problem but he's so peeved LOLOLOL and if they're out and she needs to hold onto him if they're in a crowded walkway or just because she wants to, Jotaro would just slip his arm around her shoulder or by her waist and simply hold her close when they walk. It was the silent, Jotaro way of saying that he doesn't want to somehow accidentally ruin her nails when he holds her small hand with his giant one. Madison can just tell that was why he was holding her like that, but keeps it behind a subdued smile so as to not embarass Jotaro and his line of thinking

Noriaki gets slightly very nervous when he sees Madison carry a lot of items or items that are fragile like a glass of water/vase and offers to hold them for her. Compared to Jotaro, he tends to voice out his concerns more on how her nails might 'catch on to something' and that he doesn't want 'something unpleasant to happen to them' and Madison just finds the whole act comical but very endearing. She grants mercy from his worries and lets him do as he pleases

The boys are just looking OUT for her man it's so funny and cute to mess with them, but eventually the protective act had to be toned down a little so she decided to ease their anxieties one night in bed

The 3 were ready to sleep, with Madison situated in the middle and the boys on either side cuddling her form. She slips her arms under their heads and starts playing with their hair. She hears a hum from one of the males and a murmured, "Don't do that. Your nails are gonna break."

Maddie lets out a snicker, "Not all of it is true, you know. With the fake nail and "shoving" and all. I mean, yes, it may hurt in the process but it's all about working with the right nail technician."

She goes over quick facts about putting on fake nails/nail extensions, assured them about the strength of the nails and the care she goes through to make sure they last long but also stay in good shape. They take it all in and ask her if that's really the truth, and it is

They feel like doofs yeah, but it's whatever. They're glad that it's not as painful as it seems with acrylic nails, but they still wonder why Madison wears them if they feel like an inconvenience to a certain degree

"I like to look pretty there, is all. It's like wearing makeup but for your nails and you don't have to keep reapplying everyday...I kind of liked it too when you boys do something for me that I usually can't do since they would be in the way. Help me put on my jewelry, tie my hair up for me..."

She added, "Plus, I can do this," and used the tip of her nails to scratch with enough pressure against their scalps and oh, they seemed to like that with how they shivered under the touch and pressed more of their weight on her

"See? I knew you would like it if I did that. Feels good, doesn't it?" She chuckled and the boys just softly hum in agreement, sleep threatening to take them both. Madison gladly brought them to slumber as she continued to massage their head—their scalp, the base of their neck, anywhere she can scratch with her nails. She kissed their foreheads and bid a good night to the both of them.

Jotaro and Noriaki are less mindful of Madison's nails and the possibility of them breaking easily since then. They got used to living with such a quirk and even helped pick out a design for her when she went for a change one time. They accepted this small shift in their lives in exchange for more massages and scalp scratches in bed not to mention she becomes a great backscratcher for hard-to-reach spots, that's one more thing they're grateful for with fake nails kskskska

THE END but also bonus because like I said in the beginning I Am wearing nails and here's what they look like! 💅💖 sorry u have to see skin oh no it seems i've unfortnately exposed myself 😔

They're just custom made press-on nails, so if any experienced nail tech person out there sees this and sees the cuticles...kindly do not perceive please and thank you 💖💖💖 HAHAHAHA

[surpriserose]

Sorry to ask for this but d*opucci and whatever Hermes x jotaro is

OuuughghhhhggghhgGGGGGhhhhhHHHHHHHh

Okay lets get diopucci out of the way first christ

Honestly what even is there to say like? Its so gross? Pucci was 15 when he met dio how the fuck do you not get to that part and go ljke oh..this is gross. Like diopucci is especially because like its so prevalent? Like how many times have you heard casual dios boyfriend jokes or gay priest and gay vampire shit from reddit bros to the point where people think its canon??? And its not??? At all?? Theyre just friends and maybe not even that depending on if you think dio can form an actual genuine connection LIKE

Plus everyone diopucci shipper makes pucci nothing but dios little sidekick when hes not like that AT ALL dios a mentor figure for him puccis doing HIS OWN THING just with what dio left behind rly the only thing hes doing for dio is trying to get jolyne and jotaro out of the way and he didnt even rly aim to do that for awhile like he was fine letting jolyne just rot.

And if youre in it so dios canonically bi like go make him bi and not gross with a better ship vanilla ice and hol horse are right there and theyre way more fun and stupid <3 like idk if you ship diopucci die <3

As a lesbian hermes enjoyer my problem is not anyone whos got like bi Hermes headcanons like we are besties in appreciating hermes and if you want to ship her with a man go ahead...but not fucking jotaro thats JOTARO??? The both gay and ace king who cant do anything right to save his life????? With hermes???????? When jolyne and ff are RIGHT THERE??? hell even hermes and just anasui makes more sense LIKE????? that's her besties DAD??? the age gap the implications the UGH the EVERYTHING thats not hermes shes not going to do that wtf

[icollectyoursins]

Demon!Jotaro x reader x Demon!Rohan

Anon asked “!!! It's monster fucker hours bay-beeeee!! May I perhaps request a Spicy Demon Rohan and Jotaro double team?? Pretty please with a cherry on top???”

Yeah I... I honestly don't know what happened in this one. Uh... Breeding but... Kinda weird? I dunno, demons are strange and I was a little tipsy when I wrote this! Readers' pronouns are they/them, but they have a vagina.

You were walking home, just minding your business when two men (one who was an overly flirtatious asshole and the other was... just an asshole) approached you, asking if you were interested in a little fun for a small price. You haven't discussed the price yet, but who cares, honestly. They're hot and you're horny.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Ass eating, tied up, breeding, aphrodisiacs? A liquid that enhances the feeling, anal, double penetration, sloppy seconds, light self-degradation at the end from Rohan. What can I say? He's a freak.

Word Count: 1641

Teasing Euphoria

    The tall, cold man you had met on the road (who you learned was named Jotaro) sat in the hotel room chair, one leg crossed over the other with his cheek resting on his hand. The other man you had met (Rohan) was behind you, currently eating your ass out with fervor. You moaned at the thick tongue slipping into your plucker, pushing back into him. He pulled away, choosing to smack your ass before walking over to Jotaro and placing kiss on his cheek.

   Jotaro closed his eyes, hiding hid disgust then opened them again as the other one whispered something in his ear, grinning wildly. His eyes landed directly on you. The stare was intense, though not demeaning like Rohan's. Bright blue eyes drifted over your body, drinking you in. You were tied down with a ball gag in your mouth, silently pleading with him to do something. While sex had never been his strong suit, there was something about you that he couldn't deny.

    He walked over to you while Rohan closed the blinds, making sure everything was protected from the view of other people. It wasn't that they minded an audience, they just weren't quite so sure people would accept their true forms. The smaller one was the first to let go of his glamour, running his hands delicately through his hair as small, deep green horns started to protrude from his forehead. His eyes misted over to a stark white and the rest of his body seemed to shift until he was tinted green, shoulders, cheeks and elbows being darker than the rest of his body.

    As Jotaro approached you, he did the same, dropping his clothes with the mirage. His body wasn't the same colour and his horns were long, but he was no less stunning. Black shoulders freckled into pale skin. His eyes matched, but there was something about them that left you hypnotized by them. A long, clawed finger traced a wet stain from where you had cried after what felt like hours of teasing and denial from Rohan.

    "We will allow you to cum and please us," he said, voice ruling through your nervous system.

    "If they can handle us," Rohan chimed in, strutting over to his place at your backside. Jotaro shot him a look, then continued.

    "There is one request we ask of you. You will be let go if you say no, but you need to say so now. I doubt we'll be able to stop once we get started." The green one kneaded his talons into your ass, spreading your cheeks before letting go, smacking you again. You looked to Jotaro, giving him your best 'please fuck me' face you could muster. He continued, carefully watching your reaction. "Let us breed you." He grabbed your cheeks, pulling you close to his face. "Let us fill you with our spawn, birth it, be the start of a new generation. This is your only chance to say no, there's no turning back after this."

    You moaned as his grip travelled to your neck, squeezing it lightly. You nodded. Yes, you'll do anything, just fuck your ass, fill you. Jotaro neglected to tell you that it wouldn't matter where they came in you, it would travel to your womb or the equivalent of, assuring your pregnancy regardless. Though, cumming directly into your womb would be preferable. If you didn't have the assets, they would make do. He nodded to his partner who eagerly stuck his fingers in your ass, spreading you open.

    Your eyes shot open widely at the feeling, dexterous fingers scissoring you. Meanwhile, the view in front of you was getting more interesting by the second. Jotaro grabbed his length, slowly jerking himself off to the sight of you. He was going to be the first to cum in you whether Rohan liked it or not. He knew that the other demon could be greedy, but there was nothing that could stop him from filling you up over and over again.

    You keened as a third finger was added, then a fourth. A warm, tingling liquid was dripped onto your hole that made the sensation much more intense. Soon, you were reduced to a mess of drool and muffled words as Rohan gradually began fisting you. You were going to need all the help you could get when Jotaro fucked you and he was feeling generous. You were going to be the start of a new breed, after all.

    You were so close to your release already, mind fogged with wanton. With a clever twist of his fist, you were sent over the edge, cumming wildly onto the floor. The one behind you chuckled while the other grabbed a bottle. He removed your ball gag, lifting your chin up. Your half-lidded eyes and open mouth begged him to touch you more.

    He caved, taking a small sip from the bottle then kissing you, making you swallow what was in his mouth. The liquid was so sweet, like your favourite candy. Then came something you can only describe as fuck-me brain rot. Every small touch on your body was like fire or electricity, sending signals straight to your brain that just demanded a thorough fucking.

    Jotaro swapped places with Rohan, linking himself up with your entrance, sliding his tip between your gaping hole. He slowly pushed in, pressing down on your back to keep you still. You swear, it was the best feeling ever, letting out a loud scream/moan. He stopped, checking on your breathing. Rohan laughed cruelly.

    "He's not done yet." You looked up at him in shock. "You still have so much more to go, take some deep breaths. If you can." He added, shoving his cock into your lips. Jotaro began to push again, in sync with Rohan who slid deeper into your mouth. The two stopped again as the one in front of you tangled his hand into your hair. "Halfway there."

    Halfway? What?! How was there more. You already felt as though your bowels were full, stretched to their limit in every direction. They started again and Rohan began thrusting into your throat when he ran out of length. Jotaro kept going, the state of euphoria kept high by whatever liquid they gave you. You looked up to the green one eagerly taking as much of his cock as you could, creating a vacuum with your tongue and lips. His head tossed back, letting out a moan. He mumbled something about you being good at this or built for it, you weren't quite sure. Finally, the darker one bottomed out as your eyes rolled back in your head. A large, warm arm wrapped around you as two smaller one undid the ropes holding you down.

   You were lifted up with ease allowing the cock inside of you to rub up against your walls tantalizingly while another was shifted below you. Rohan grabbed your thighs, acing them on either side of his body, straddling his body which was now lying beneath you. Without wasting another minute, he lined himself up with your wet entrance, slipping between your folds with ease and up into your tight canal. The three of you groaned as the two cocks bumped against each other, rubbing together. If it hadn't been for the liquid, you'd be in pain right now, but all you could feel was bliss.

    Jotaro moved first, slowly gyrating his hits into you with shallow movements. It quickly became apparent that you wouldn't last long like this, your second orgasm quickly approaching. Rohan lifted a clawed thumb to your lip, pushing down so he could slip it in. You barely heard his order to suck. Even if he hadn't said anything, you're fairly sure you would have anyway. You were so desperate for him, for them; for anything.

    Soon, the other started moving, timing his thrusts with Jotaro's which only made you scream more. A second orgasm wracked through you, though you were too blissed out to care, too caught up in the feeling of two delightful cocks pumping in and out of you. The one behind you began to groan more loudly, thrusts getting a little less structured. He shot a look to Rohan who, much to your dismay, pulled out. It wasn't long before it was full again but with Jotaro this time.

    He pushed you over into the other's arms, picking up the pace on your not so stretched out pussy. Your tongue rolled out your mouth, eyes rolling back once again as he hit every sweet spot inside of you. His groans and breathing became louder as he got closer until finally-

    "Fuuuuuck," he growled you, burying himself deep inside you. Your pussy milked his cock, seemingly sucking in every drop of his hot seed. He was still hard when he pulled out. He could get used to this. In a brief moment of cruelty, he slipped himself into your ass again, leaving Rohan to do his own work on your poor cunt. The latter quickly filled you again, setting a quick and brutal pace for himself. His claws dug into your back as he moaned in you ear. Jotaro matched the pace, knowing that even if you did feel it, you'd love it too much to say anything.

    Soon enough, the two were cumming again in their respective holes. Rohan felt some kind of sick pleasure at feeling your cunt loosely spasm around him in an attempt to find your own release, but you were too stretched out from Jotaro that you could find no purchase. As degrading as it was to know his cock was too small to get you off, he loved it.

    You flopped over to bed, clearly out of it. One of them brought the drink to your lips again, this time taking their places beside you, too lazy to move your limbs at this point.

    "Oh, darling. We're only getting started."

    "We're not letting you go until you're leaving a trail behind you or we decide to take you back with us." You couldn't tell who said what, but you didn't care. Call it fate or destiny, but there was something about being a cock sleeve for demons that had you more turned on than anything else in this encounter.

[cheemerthelizard]

I’m... I’m...

Body swap scenario! I absolutely love these, and thought it would be fun to try out my own. I made a short fic for each of the Crusaders, but I would love to do these for other characters, and probably will. I would also like to point out that these interactions will be completely platonic. Okay, enough explanation! Enjoy!

The Stand’s attack sent you flying back, and it wasn’t until you hit a pole that you stopped.

“Ugh...” you grunted. You looked up from the pole that you had hit, and saw your body on the ground, still unmoving. No. You didn’t just die, did you? You looked down at your hands. Nope. Still normal. But they looked familiar. Not yours, but familiar. You gasped, frantically checking the clothes, face, and top of the head of the body you were in. This wasn’t you. “I’m... I’m...” You clamped your mouth shut. That was the voice of...

“Jotaro!”

You couldn't help but notice how bulky it felt in Jotaro's body. In a good way, of course. His arms and legs were toned to perfection, and you could feel the squeeze of his abs on your stomach. Or rather, his stomach.

Your body, which you could only assume had Jotaro’s soul trapped inside it, started to gradually get up. You quickly ran towards him, and tried helping him up. Or, was it her?

“Thanks, but I can get up myself.” It was extremely disassociating hearing your voice when you weren’t speaking. It seemed like Jotaro noticed something off, too, as his eyes (your eyes?) widened and he looked up, way up, to lock eyes with you.

“You’re not dead,” you reassured him. “You’re in my body.”

“I’m in your what?” Jotaro was showing small signs of panic, something you’d never seen before, as he started turning round and round, slapping his hands on his cheeks, and grabbing his arms and legs. After a while, he looked back at you. “Good grief, (Y/N), it wouldn’t hurt for you to hit the gym every once in a while. Your limbs are like twigs.”

You could feel heat rising to your cheeks, but you didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or anger. You didn’t even know how to respond to that. “Shut up! My physique is fine as it is!” Ooh. Those words sounded much more intimidating in Jotaro’s voice.

“Okay, but if you snap your arm handshaking someone, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“It only feels like that to you because you’re stronger than me,” you huffed. “In fact, I can probably pick you up with ease in this new body.”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Jotaro glared you down, but in your body, it was far less intimidating. In fact, you had to hold back laughter from how silly it looked.

“What are you gonna do? I know my body’s limits, and I know it can do nothing to yours.”

“Because I have Star Platinum by my side,” Jotaro said. However, in attempt to show his Stand off, he summoned Ace of Pentacles instead. That could only mean one thing...

“Oh, ho, ho!” You looked Star Platinum in the eyes, then looked down at Jotaro smugly. “Looks like I have the almighty Stand now!”

Both Ace and Star looked a little confused and defensive at their user's body, as if they knew it was someone else.

"Don't worry, Star," you smiled. "It's me, (Y/N). And Ace, that's just Jotaro."

Both Stands seemed to accept that answer, and lowered their defenses. You crossed your arms, and smirked. "I can even calm Star Platinum better than you," you said to Jotaro. "What does that say about you as a Stand user?"

“Can you wipe that stupid grin off your face?” Jotaro asked. “It looks good on you, but not on me. Also, we need to find who did this, and fast.”

“Yeah, I agree,” you replied. “Although it’s nice being tough and strong, it’s weird feeling something between my thighs.”

This time, it was Jotaro’s turn to clench his teeth and blush. “I’m going to kill you once I have Star Platinum again,” he murmured.

“Oh, don’t act like you can’t feel a difference in your chest.”

“Anyway,” Jotaro quickly changed the subject, “we have to find the others and explain this situation. Let’s go.”

“Fine,” you laughed. Woah. You’ve never heard Jotaro’s voice laugh like you just did. It sounded nice, actually. “I can’t wait to see what Star Platinum feels like in action.”

“It’s super cool.”

“Guess I’ll find out when we get to our enemy.” You grabbed Jotaro and hoisted him up, which made him give out a small yelp, and immediately clamp his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m not dealing with this body forever.”

Once you got to the hotel that everyone was staying in, it took a couple of protests to convince Joseph that you were really in each other’s bodies.

“You’re kidding,” Joseph laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

“Mr. Joestar, I promise you, this is serious!” you told him.

“You’re doing pretty good, Jotaro,” Joseph replied. “I can’t believe you’d call me anything other than old man.”

“That’s because I didn’t, old man!” Jotaro growled. “We’re telling the truth! We had an encounter with an enemy!”

“Mr. Joestar,” Kakyoin said, “I think they’re serious. Look at the way they stand. The look in their eyes. The subtle stuff that they wouldn’t be able to catch if they were pranking us.”

Joseph looked up and down both of them, then muttered, “You're right. They do kinda look like their bodies have swapped.”

"Well," Avdol added, "there's only one way to reverse this, you know."

"Killing the user," you sighed.

"But it's getting late," Joseph told you. "We'll deal with it tomorrow."

"No!" Jotaro protested. "I'm not going to sleep in a girl's body!"

"I'd take your place, Jotaro," Polnareff snickered. He didn't realize that you had summoned Star Platinum and sent a punch straight to his face.

"Don't you EVER say something like that again!" you yelled. "I'm lucky I swapped bodies with Jotaro and not you!"

"Anyway," Kakyoin glared at Polnareff, who was rubbing his cheek, "how does it feel in a boy's body, (Y/N)? Just out of curiosity."

"Strange," you answered. "Really strange."

"What feels different?" Polnareff asked, a smug smile spread across his face.

"I don't really know how to answer that," you laughed. "I mean, how do you describe being in a body that's not yours? Surreal?"

"Old man, please, we have to find this guy tonight! I'm not sleeping in (Y/N)'s body." Jotaro begged Joseph. "Do you realize how awkward this is for both of us?"

“My mind has been made,” Joseph said. “We’re going to wake up tomorrow feeling refreshed and ready to catch our Stand user!”

“Hey, I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” you consoled Jotaro, although you were unsure who you were trying to convince. “As long as you keep yourself fully clothed, it’ll be fine... I think.”

“Same goes for you,” Jotaro added. “I mean, I guess I don’t mind the shirt coming off, but the pants stay on.”

“That’s fair,” you said. “Well, goodnight, Jotaro.”

“Night.”

The two of you went to your hotel rooms, and when you closed the door, you sighed heavily. Being in another person’s body was exhausting. You turned to your bed, and saw Iggy, head tilted.

“Relax, Iggy, it’s me, (Y/N),” you chuckled. “Jotaro and I had an encounter with a Stand that swapped our bodies.”

You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth, which was really weird, since you were staring into the mirror at someone else’s reflection. When you were done, you jumped into your bed, which Iggy kept warm for you. Yawning, you curled up into your favorite sleeping position, and closed your eyes. The problem was, in Jotaro's body, you were far from comfortable in that position. You tried another one. Still uncomfortable. You kept trying all sorts of different positions that you hoped would work in this body, but no prevail. Eventually, you had tossed and turned so much Iggy decided it would be better to sleep on the floor. Groaning, you got up from bed, left your room, and knocked on Jotaro's door.

"What do you want?" you heard your voice from the other side.

"What sleeping position is the most comfortable for you?" you asked.

"I could ask you the same thing." Jotaro went to open the door, but didn't realize you were leaning on it. As soon as he opened it, you stumbled over and fell down right next to him.

"Hey, try to be a little more careful in my body," Jotaro said. "I don't want to come back to bruises and scars that were from something stupid like leaning on an opening door and falling over. Anyway, I usually sleep straight up, legs spread apart, arms to my sides."

After exchanging sleeping positions, you headed back to your room, where Iggy had fallen asleep on the floor. You tried the position that Jotaro told you, and noticed how comfortable it was in his body. Finally, you were able to go to sleep. Hopefully, this whole thing would be sorted out in the morning.

“Kakyoin!”

You had to be honest, even if he wasn’t as buff as the other men in the group, you could definitely feel a difference from your body and his. After all, he did carry some beef with him, and it was noticeable to you.

“Ugh, I think I hit my head too hard,” you heard your voice say. “My voice sounds all weird, and I feel really strange.”

Right. If you were in Kakyoin’s body, then Kakyoin was bound to be in your body. You kind of wanted to tell him the situation, but another part of you wanted to see him figure it out himself.

“Wait a minute,” he muttered. “This voice sounds familiar. And these hands look familiar.” He looked down at his (your) shirt, and gasped. “This is... (Y/N)’s body!” He looked up at you (him) in horror. “Tha-that’s... my... body...”

You nodded.

“And I’m... not in it...”

Again, you nodded.

“Why don’t you say something, (Y/N)?” Kakyoin shuddered. “You’re creeping me out.”

“There hasn’t been a need,” you answered.

“Fair,” he nodded. “Still! Aren’t you freaked out by this, too?” He got up and started moving his limbs back and forth. “It’s so...” he shivered in disgust. “I feel like a pervert in this body.”

“Don’t say it like that!” you exclaimed. “You’re making me imagine things that you’d do in my body I don’t want to imagine.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Kakyoin quickly apologized. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s okay,” you told him. “We should probably tell the others before we go off and try to find the Stand user ourselves.”

Kakyoin nodded in agreement, but before you headed off to the hotel, you heard him say, “Wait. Do we have each other’s Stands? Or do we keep the same Stand?”

“Well, only one way to find out,” you shrugged. Both of you summoned your Stands. Or, rather, each other’s Stands, because, sure enough, the Stands didn’t travel with you. You were able to harness Hierophant Green, and Kakyoin could wield Ace of Pentacles. And the Stands seemed to realize that whoever was in this body was not their user, but they were hesitant to do anything that would kill the intruder.

"Don't worry, Hierophant, I'm (Y/N)," you told him. "Kakyoin and I got into a little bit of trouble, and now our bodies are swapped." Luckily, Hierophant seemed to understand, and calmed down.

"Okay, now that we know the Stand situation," Kakyoin said, "let's go tell everyone else what happened." He started walking to the hotel, and you quickly followed.

"So," Jotaro leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, "my two best friends have been attacked by an enemy Stand while going to buy some things, and now they're trapped in each other's bodies."

"Sounds about right," you nodded.

"Yeah, that's what happened," Kakyoin replied.

Jotaro lowered his hat and sighed. "Good grief," he muttered. "This isn't going to end well."

"Anyway," Kakyoin said, "we should probably find this user as soon as possible. It won't be good if we're forever in each other's bodies."

"I wholeheartedly agree," Joseph answered, "but it's getting really late. How about we get a good night's sleep and wake up completely ready to take on the user?"

"No!" you both exclaimed at the same time.

"This feels weird! I don't wanna sleep in Kakyoin's body!" You squirmed just thinking about it. "No offense, Kakyoin."

"None taken, because I feel the exact same way," Kakyoin replied.

"Well, the rest of us are tired," Polnareff said, "so unless you plan on going out in the streets of Cairo alone, you better get some rest."

"Fine," both of you sighed. Before you headed off to your rooms, though, Kakyoin shared something with you.

"In case you didn't know, my most comfortable sleeping position is on my side, curled up. It would probably be the most comfortable to sleep in that position."

You told Kakyoin your usual sleeping position, too, then both of you headed off to your hotel rooms.

"Oh, and one more thing."

You turned your head. "Yeah?"

"I have PJs if you want to use those."

You thought about it for a little bit, then said, "You sure trust me a lot if you'd let me undress in your body. Unless it's not about trust..." you wiggled your eyebrows.

Well, now you knew what you looked like when you blushed. "Um, uh, no, that's not what I meant, at all, I promise," Kakyoin stuttered. "I mean, my school uniform isn't the comfiest thing to sleep in, so, heh, y'know, PJs are, are much comfier. It really is about trust, honest!"

"I know what you meant," you laughed as you went down to pat his head. Er, your head. This was so confusing. "And trust me, I'll change as quickly as possible."

Kakyoin sighed with relief. "Okay, I'll go get them from my room."

While you patiently waited for Kakyoin to come back, you started playing with his hair, pulling his long strand down, then letting go and watching it bounce back up again. It was actually pretty entertaining. At least, more entertaining than it should be.

"Okay, here's the PJs," Kakyoin tossed them up to you. "Good night, (Y/N)."

"Good night," you replied.

This time, you truly parted ways. When you got to your room, Iggy stood on all fours defensively.

"Don't worry, Iggy," you chuckled. "Kakyoin and I got into a fight with an enemy Stand, but I'm still (Y/N)."

Iggy laid back down, and yawned as he fell asleep. Quickly, you changed out of Kakyoin's uniform and slipped into his much comfier pajamas, and turned off the light, snuggling up next to Iggy. This would all be sorted out in the morning, you knew it. For now, you needed to rest. And rest you did.

“Joseph!”

You were always surprised on how fit Joseph was, especially with his old age, but this was beyond what you thought it would feel like. You expected at least a few creaky bones, but he was still in tip top shape, and you couldn’t help but flex his arms and feel his strength coursing through your veins.

“OH MY GO-“ your voice shouted, but cut off for some odd reason. You whipped your head around to see your body suddenly reanimated, spinning around in circles and darting its eyes all across the surface. “What happened? Why am I in (Y/N)’s body?”

“Mr. Joestar, please calm down!” you begged. “I don’t want people thinking I’m crazy!”

“Ah!” Joseph exclaimed. “You’re in my body, too? What’s going on?”

“Do you really think I have any more of a clue than you do?” you asked, still not used to his voice. “Look, I’m a high school girl in a grown man’s body! Do you think this is any easier for me?”

“We have to get back and tell the others about all of this!” Joseph said. “Come on, (Y/N), let’s go!”

As Joseph started running, you joined him, boosted by his incredible strength, and scooped him up along the way.

“Mr. Joestar,” Avdol said, “don’t you think a prank like this is a little too much for our current situation? And how did you get (Y/N) to agree to this?”

“Avdol, I am (Y/N),” you replied. “This isn’t a joke! I have Ace of Pentacles and everything!” You tried to summon her, but you were met with purple thorns. Uh oh. That could only mean that Joseph had Ace.

“This isn’t helping our argument,” Joseph muttered as he summoned Ace of Pentacles. “Look, we’re telling the truth, you have to believe us,” he pleaded.

“Favorite colors,” Jotaro said. “Go.”

“(Color),” you stated.

“Yellow,” Joseph answered.

“Favorite foods.”

“(Food).”

“Squid ink spaghetti.”

“My favorite food.”

You stayed silent, since you had no idea.

“Your mom’s cooking,” Joseph stated. “You used to be such a momma’s boy.”

“Yup, they’re in the wrong bodies,” Jotaro concluded. “There’s no way (Y/N) would have known that.”

“Finally!” you sighed. “I was beginning to worry you’d never believe us and we’d have to go find this guy on our own.”

“That would be pretty bad,” Kakyoin chuckled. “Neither of you have fighting Stands.”

“At least I have a fighting body,” Joseph beamed, putting his hands on his hips. “Well, I did.”

“That fighting body is mine now,” you smirked, flexing his muscles.

“Cut that out!” Joseph tried shoving you, but in your body, it did next to nothing. He tried harder. Still almost nothing. He pushed his back against you. He ran and jumped. He attacked you from above. Everything he tried was useless as you stood, as strong as a pillar, in the exact same place.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted. “You could at least act like I did something.”

You looked down at him, gave him a tiny push, and watched as he toppled over. “Nice acting, Mr. Joestar,” you chuckled.

“That hurt,” Joseph mumbled. “That hurt a lot.”

“What’s that?” You held up a hand to an ear. “I can’t hear you since you’re so much closer to the ground than I am.”

“I’ll pay you back when this is over, you know,” Joseph warned, “so I’d stop now if I were you.”

“Then why don’t you stop?” you asked him. “After all, you are me.”

“You know what I mean,” he grumbled.

“I know, I know,” you laughed. “I’ll stop.”

“Anyway, I’m getting a little tired,” Joseph yawned. “How about we hit the hay for tonight? We can go after this Stand user tomorrow when we’re refreshed.”

“Oh, you’re delusional if you think I’m spending a night in your body!” you exclaimed.

“And you’re delusional if you think I’m going after a Stand user in the middle of the night!” Joseph retorted. “No way, no how! An old man needs his sleep, you know.”

“But you’re not an old man right now, are you?” you countered. “You’re a high school girl. We stay up late. You should be raring to go, excited to explore the wonders of Egypt late at night.”

“If that were true,” Joseph said, “Then you should be exhausted and begging me to go to bed, yet here you are.”

“Good point,” you muttered. “Fine. We’ll go to bed.”

When you got to your room, Iggy was already asleep, so he couldn’t be bothered by your arrival. Thank goodness. He probably wouldn’t take too kindly to your new, hopefully temporary form. Unfortunately, you had to toss and turn so much that you ended up awakening him, anyway. And, of course, Iggy wouldn’t allow anyone but you to sleep in your bed.

“Iggy! It’s me!” you cried as you held the growling dog as far away from Joseph’s hair as possible. “It’s (Y/N)! Mr. Joestar and I got into some trouble with an enemy, and our bodies are swapped!” Iggy seemed to believe you, thankfully, and stopped attacking you.

A knock on the door made you jump, but you quickly asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s Joseph,” came your voice from the other side. “How do you sleep in this body? I can’t find a comfortable position.”

You sighed, realizing you were suffering the same problem. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” you answered, opening the door.

“I usually sleep with my arms and legs extended off the bed, face up,” Joseph answered.

“How do you sleep like that?” you asked.

“How do you not?”

“That’s fair.”

You told Joseph your preferred sleeping position, and then he left back to go to his room. Sinking down in your bed, you realized how comfortable it was to sleep belly down in this body. You yawned, and slowly drifted off to sleep. You would swap back to your body in the morning, and that’s all you needed to know to feel at peace.

“Polnareff!”

Having your hair in a tower felt really strange, considering you’ve never had it up like that before. It felt weirder than having all of the bulk from his muscles on your skin. Although, you were less worried about how you felt, and more worried about how Polnareff would feel. He’s the one you trusted the least in your body.

The sound of not so distant screams caught your attention, and you knew Polnareff was awake.

“This is bad, this is really bad!” he panicked. “I shouldn’t be in a girl’s body!”

Well, that was a relief. He didn’t seem to be immediately overjoyed. Maybe he would be trustworthy after all.

“Look, let’s just get back to the hotel,” you suggested, “and we can figure this out with the help of everyone else.”

“That sounds good,” Polnareff answered, still a little shaken. It wasn’t until you two had been walking for a while when you heard Polnareff giggle a little.

“You know, I was a bit freaked out at first, but feeling this light and delicate is a nice change.”

“I’m not light and delicate!” you shot back. “I’m just as strong as everyone else!”

“Relax, madame,” Polnareff held up his hands in defense. “All I’m saying is that you feel light and delicate. You’re far from that.”

“Thanks,” you answered. You could feel a light blush coming up to your cheeks. “That means you won’t be touchy-feely when you’re alone if we don’t get this sorted out by nightfall, right?”

“No promises,” Polnareff smirked.

“No, there has to be a promise,” you insisted. “I won’t let you get a moment alone if there’s no promise.”

“I’m kidding,” Polnareff laughed nervously. “I’ll keep my hands, er, your hands, away from your body.”

“Good,” you finished, making sure not to break your seriousness. “Thank you.”

After a few minutes of walking, Polnareff started to get a little jumpy. “Um, I don’t know if this is okay, but I really have to use the restroom. May I? I know it might not be comfortable with you, but I’m about to-“

“Just go,” you interrupted. “We all need to.”

“Thank you,” Polnareff sighed, and ran into the men’s restroom, quickly coming out and running to the woman’s.

“What do you mean there’s no urinals?! You pee SITTING DOWN?!”

You turned beet red as you heard your voice yell out, and covered your face in your hands. That was your voice, in your body, shouting those very words.

“I’m going to kill you,” you hissed when Polnareff left the restroom.

“You can’t kill me, you only have Ace of Pentacles,” Polnareff gloated. However, once he summoned Ace, he was taken aback. “Uh oh.”

“You’re lucky I don’t want to kill my body, or I’d have Silver Chariot slice you to bits right now,” you growled, summoning Polnareff’s Stand. “Girls pee sitting down. That’s why there’s no urinals. Don’t ever, EVER, say those words in that order again, especially to other women who don’t know the situation we’re in right now. Got it?” You had the tone of a mother who quietly scolded her child in public, the angry whisper when she can’t cause a scene.

“Yup, I got it,” Polnareff nodded quickly and quietly.

Once you got to the hotel, you and Polnareff explained, as best as you could, what happened to the two of you.

“So, you’re (Y/N), and you’re Polnareff?” Kakyoin pointed to the opposite bodies as he said your names, which were, at the time, the correct bodies. This was confusing. You both nodded, and Kakyoin sighed. “This is bound to make at least one of you mad.”

“Already happened,” Polnareff replied sheepishly.

“Anyway,” you interrupted, “we need to find the user, or else we’ll be stuck in these bodies forever.”

“Not tonight,” was Joseph’s answer. “We aren’t going tonight. I doubt he’ll get too far before the sun rises.”

“What?” you exclaimed. “No! I don’t trust Polnareff for a whole night!”

“Sleep in the same room I don’t care,” Joseph answered, “but I’m getting my rest, no matter what.”

“Look, I promise,” Polnareff told you. “I absolutely, positively promise nothing will happen to this body while I’m in it.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re sleeping in my room tonight,” you replied. However, after some consideration, you remembered that Iggy was in your room, and that he loathed Polnareff more than anyone else. He would most likely rip all of your hair out before you could tell him that you were (Y/N). “Actually, your room. Your room tonight.”

“You’re sleeping on the floor, then, got it?” Polnareff asked. “My room, my rules.”

“It’s better than getting attacked by Iggy,” you sighed.

“You’re going to make a woman sleep on the floor?” Joseph asked. “What kind of man does that?”

“But I’m the woman now,” Polnareff countered. “Therefore, I get the bed.”

“Well, I’d rather wake up with back problems instead of going the rest of the day with back problems, so the bed’s all yours.”

“Huh,” Kakyoin said. “That was fast. I would at least expect (Y/N) to insist that Polnareff get her mattress from her room, since he’s in the body that Iggy hates the least.”

“That’s a good idea,” you complimented. “Polnareff, if you could be so kind and-“

“Already ahead of you,” he answered, leaving his room.

“I wonder how long it’ll take Iggy to realize that the person in your body is, in fact, not you,” Kakyoin chuckled.

“My bet is thirty seconds.”

“I’ll bet less than thirty.”

“Iggy! Iggy, stop! No!”

You heard a loud thud and barks from the tiny dog.

“Looks like I was right,” Kakyoin smirked.

“I’ll go calm Iggy down,” you laughed, and walked to your room. Hopefully Iggy connected the dots before you were attacked, as well. You entered the room, and he reared up and charged towards you.

“Iggy, wait!” you exclaimed, but it was too late. Iggy had pulled out a good amount of your hair, and you could smell an awful stench.

“Iggy,” you sighed, “it’s (Y/N). Polnareff and I swapped bodies.”

“I probably shouldn’t have called that dog a dumb mutt,” Polnareff muttered. “I think that’s what gave it away to him.”

“You think?” you groaned. “Come on, let’s get this mattress to your room.”

After some hard work (mostly put in by you), the mattress was successfully in Polnareff’s room, and you immediately curled up, and Polnareff landed face down on his bed. After a while, both of you were tossing and turning. Something about the way you two were sleeping did not settle well with the bodies you were in.

“Are you really going to sleep that way in that body?” Polnareff snorted. “(Y/N), that body is made to sleep face down. No other position is comfortable.”

“Maybe that’s why you can’t sleep in my body, either,” you suggested. “You’re sleeping in it wrong.”

“Perhaps that is what’s wrong,” Polnareff said to himself. He changed positions to how you were sleeping, and sighed happily. “My, my, this is so much more comfy!”

“Same here,” you replied. “Well, I’m going to go to sleep now. Goodnight, Polnareff.”

“Night.”

“Avdol!”

Woah. How many layers of clothing did this guy have? All of his coats and everything weighed you down much more than your clothing. However, all of that weight paid off for Avdol, because his arms were stronger than you could even imagine yours being.

“So, you’re awake, as well.”

You turned your head, and saw your body, fully reanimated. You concluded that the one speaking must have been Avdol.

“It seems that Stand has the ability to swap bodies,” he muttered, “and we happened to be the two he came into contact with.”

“Great,” you mumbled. “How do we reverse it?”

“Killing the user seems to be the only solution,” Avdol sighed. “Of course, he ran away as soon as his Stand landed an attack on us, so it’ll take a while for us to find him. But when we do, I’m prepared to use Magician’s Red, no matter what.” He summoned his Stand, but soon realized that it wasn’t who he thought it would be. Instead of summoning the fiery bird, he summoned Ace of Pentacles.

“Nice,” you said as you summoned Avdol’s former sidekick. “So I get to use him when the time comes.”

“I guess so,” Avdol chuckled. “Just remember, use those flames responsibly. We don’t want a bystander to get hurt.”

“I understand,” you nodded. “Plus, we should probably update the others on our situation before we go and fight this guy alone. For all we know, we could be swapped into a bystander’s body before we have the chance to fight him.”

“Good thinking,” Avdol replied. “Then it’s settled. We’ll go tell the others about this, first.”

When you got back to the hotel, Jotaro was already standing outside the doorway, leaning on the brick wall.

“There’s something different about you two,” he eyed you and Avdol suspiciously. “What did the enemy Stand do to you this time?”

“Swapped our bodies,” Avdol answered.

“So it was Avdol who answered me, then?” Jotaro asked. You both nodded.

“Ah, Avdol and (Y/N) are back,” Polnareff said as he emerged from the hotel’s entrance. “What supplies did you get?”

“Actually, we didn’t have time to get supplies,” you admitted. “We were attacked by an enemy.”

“Well, you got out fine,” Polnareff replied accusingly, “so why didn’t you get supplies after the attack?”

“Because we didn’t get out fine,” Avdol answered. “We’re in the wrong bodies.”

Polnareff playful grin suddenly vanished. “Oh,” he muttered.

“Anyway, we came here because it would be easier to take on this enemy with all five of us attacking,” you explained. “Where’s Mr. Joestar?”

“He already fell asleep,” Polnareff answered. “It is getting late, after all.”

“Then we’ll go without him.”

“No, that doesn’t seem like a good idea,” Avdol told you. “I mean, think about it. Leaving a member of our team alone while he’s out like a light? That could easily put him in danger. Plus, it would be bad if we all felt tired while trying to fight against someone else. We should sleep.”

“Fine,” you groaned. “Let’s go to bed.”

When you got to your bedroom, Iggy didn’t do much but give you a slight head tilt.

“It’s me, Iggy,” you consoled the worried dog. “It’s (Y/N). Avdol and I got put in the wrong bodies from an enemy.”

Iggy laid back down, accepting the answer. As you brushed your teeth, you kept staring at the reflection that wasn’t yours. It was strange to be in another body. As you laid in your bed, you noticed how comfortable it was. Even in different sleeping positions, you felt like you could sleep for hours. Avdol’s body was a blessing right now, since you probably couldn’t have possibly fallen asleep in any other body from the gravity of this situation. However, right as you were about to be out for the night, you heard a knock on your door. “Who is it?”

“Avdol,” your voice said from the other side. “Pardon my interruption, but I could really use some sleep, and for that, I need your sleeping position.”

You opened the door, and looked down to meet eyes with Avdol. After you told him your usual sleeping position, he nodded, and went back to his hotel room. Now, you went back to your bed, and almost instantly fell asleep. Tomorrow, everything would be solved. Now, you needed to rest up for the day ahead.

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A Small Crush (Rohan Kishibe x reader)

Rohan x gn reader

Angst/Fluff

Warnings - Language

Summary

Rohan asks you about your crush and when you don't tell him he uses Heaven's Door to get the answers he wants.

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You had been spending a lot of time with Rohan recently. You had always known that the man was an asshole, but with the time spent in his presence you managed to learn that the egotistical asshole has some positive traits. Today you had nothing better to do, so you decided to go to Rohan's house. It was a fairly hot day and you know damn well that man makes good money, so he probably has amazing air conditioning. When you finally arrived at his house you just let yourself in knowing that he would be too caught up in his writing to even bother to answer the door. Just as you had thought, he had an amazing ac. You sat on the couch and decided to relax until Rohan either took a break or got done.

It had been a while since you had first sat on the couch, and you hadn't really known how much time had passed since you had first gotten here. You heard footsteps coming towards your general direction and then you felt the couch shift a little. You heard a cough, but didn't look over. After that Rohan scoffed and then snapped his fingers at you. "Don't be a bitch, pay attention to me " Finally you looked over at him, "What the hell do you want?" He scoffed again. "I could say the same to you. You are in my house after all." You sighed, "I came here to spend time with you and most importantly indulge in your expensive air conditioning." Rohan chuckled a bit and complete ignored your statement about the air conditioning. "Oh, so you wanted to spend time with me? That's interesting." You once again sighed, but this time out of annoyance. "It's not really that interesting, we spend a lot of time together. But regardless of that, I mainly came over for the ac." You were really hoping that the conversation would end there, but of course it didn't.

Yet again Rohan had completely ignored your statement about the air conditioning and continued on with his bullshit. "So, do you enjoy my company? Well, of course you do, after all you wouldn't spend so much time with me if you didn't enjoy my company." You were starting to get really annoyed, "Rohan, are you going somewhere with all of this?" He shot you a wicked smile, "Could it be that you have a crush on me?" After that statement you chocked on air. "What? No, of course I don't have a crush on you of all people. Why would I?" You were a bit afraid that you may have reacted too quickly.

The truth is you really do have a small crush on Rohan, but you didn't want to tell him for obvious reasons. The prideful man would probably reject you so quickly that you wouldn't even have time to react. You looked up at him only to see that he looked a little offended. "First of all, I am Rohan Kishibe, the great mangaka. There are probably millions of people in the world that have a crush on me." He took a quick breath, "So, if you don't have a crush on me, than who is it? I can tell by your reaction that there's someone you like, so don't even try to lie and say there's nobody." You gave him an extremely annoyed look, "I don't need to tell you anything. Everyone keeps secrets."

Rohan smiled to himself, "I suppose that is true, however I do have my ways of finding out people's secrets." You looked at Rohan in shock, "Rohan, don't you fucking dare use your stand on me." He sighed, "Dearest Y/N, I won't have to if you just tell me who your crush is." Without thinking, you shot up from the couch and made a run for the door. However, Rohan had already called out Heaven's Door and turned you into a book before you could get far. Rohan crouched over you and started to scan the pages for information about your crush. Suddenly Rohan tensed up and a look of disgust washed over his face. By then you had turned back to your normal self and looked at Rohan horrified. "How could you? I told you it was a secret and then you completely ignored me and decided to find out my crush by force." "Well, I didn't actually think that you fucking liked me Y/N." You turned away angrily and stormed out of Rohan's house.

You slammed your bedroom door open and threw yourself onto your bed. At some point you had begun to cry. You brought one of your pillows to your chest tightly, "That fucking asshole, I can't believe he would actually do that to me." A part of you knew that he would, but the rest of you didn't want to believe it. "I get that he would do that to some of the other people we know, but I didn't think that he would do it to me." Your cat wandered in and gave a little meow. You glanced over at him, "Right now your the only one who hasn't disappointed me." You reached down to pet your cat who gave an appreciative purr in response. You flopped back onto the bed and sighed, "This is so stupid. I was dumb to ever even have a crush on him when I know that he's too prideful to like someone like me." Your cat meowed at you again. "Are you trying to give some advice full of wisdom that I just can't understand because you're a cat or are you hungry?" Once again your cat meowed at you, "I think that your telling me that your hungry."

You got up from your bed and walked out to where you kept your cat's food and bowls. You grabbed a bag of cat food, poured some into his bowl and then set it down for him to eat. Your cat meowed out what almost sounded like a thanks. You smiled down at him, "I'm still upset, but I probably won't feel better until I talk to Rohan about this." You sighed and looked out your cat, "Behave while I'm gone. I don't wanna come home and find out that you committed tax fraud. We might have to leave Japan and start new secret lives if you do." Your cat turned his head at you curiously. You laughed a little, "Alright, I'll see you later." Before you left you also made sure that he had water and then you were off.

You once again made the trek from your house to Rohan's. You found yourself standing outside his house, however you were having a hard time mustering up the courage to knock. "Come on Y/N, you can do this. All you have to do is knock and then talk this whole thing out with Rohan." You took a deep breath and then knocked. What felt like forever was really only a few seconds, as the door opened fairly quickly after you had knocked.

You were surprised that he was actually still downstairs and not upstairs working on his manga. "Rohan, look I may have overreacted, but I'm still upset that you used your stand on me to find out that I have a crush on you." Rohan glanced down at his shoes before taking a deep breath and looking you in the eyes. "Y/N, I'm sorry that I used my stand to find out your crush after you had specifically told me to not use my stand on you." Almost immediately after he had apologized his gaze shot back down to the ground. The bastard was so prideful that it probably took every inch of his being to come up with that apology. He was an asshole, but he was an asshole that took the time to apologize.

"Rohan, I am choosing to except your apology, however if you manage to fuck up like this again I might not be so forgiving." He looked back, "Thank you for accepting my apology." Rohan stepped aside as an offer for you to come in. You took him up on the offer and stepped into his house. "So, about your crush, I was thinki-" You quickly cut him off, "Rohan I accepted your apology, you might not want to piss me off by bringing this up." Rohan inhaled sharply, "Don't be a bitch, just let me speak. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, about your crush, after spending some time thinking about everything and the time we have spent together, I have come to realize that I return your feelings."

It felt like the entire world froze for a few seconds, who knows maybe it did, Jotaro is in Morioh after all. You stood in a shocked silence before speaking, "So, after all of that, you realized that you like me? Damn, maybe I should storm out of your house angry more often." It was still hard to believe that Rohan had not only taken the time to apologize, but also confessed that he had mutual feelings towards you. He scoffed, "Maybe you could just quietly appreciate that the feeling is mutual and we could figure out where were going from here." The two of you sat in a peaceful silence until you decided to speak up, "I mean we could kiss, I think that sounds like a pretty good idea." Rohan gave you a look of annoyance, but complied with your suggestion. The two of you leaned in and your lips connected. He brought his hand up to your cheek and you wrapped your arms around his neck as a way to get closer.

Finally after a few seconds of exchanging the kiss, the two of you pulled away from each other. Rohan looked at his nails, "Not the worst but I've had better." You gave him an annoyed glare, "You really are an arrogant ass, aren't you?" You laughed a little when you saw the offended look on his face. Once again a peaceful silence fell over the two of you. This was nice, Rohan returned your feelings and it felt as though nothing could go wrong right now. The two of you had began snuggling on the couch, all was well.

Then suddenly you remembered that your cat was home alone. You quickly shot up from the couch and bolted to the door. Rohan looked at you in shock. "Where the hell are you going?" You glanced back at him for a second, "I'm really sorry, but this is important. My cat might be committing tax fraud again and I'm not gonna leave the country to start a new life again because of a problem that he caused." Rohan watched as you ran out the door and rushed to get your house. He sat on the couch in a stunned silence, "They said again, that either means their cat has committed tax fraud before or they got uncomfortable with how fast everything was moving and needed an excuse to get out." Rohan had taken in a very deep breath and looked up at his ceiling, "How does a cat even commit tax fraud?"

The end.

A/N

If you actually read this entire thing, than thank you. This is my first time writing a JoJo fanfic and I had a lot of fun writing it. I wrote this all in one day, so forgive me if there were any mistakes.

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The Dolphin Plush

Alpha!Jotaro Kujo x Omega!Reader

  You really love your plushies, but one, in particular, was most special to you. It was a white Dolphin plush that you named Echo, given to you by your parents on your birthday when you turned six. Even now as a growing teen you loved the soft Dolphin to bits, but you had to stop carrying it with you once you presented as an omega since you had a small habit of cuddling it, which also caused you to accidentally scent the plush toy. 

Now, here you were in class, scribbling doodles in your notebook as your ghostly companion, Ace of Spades, stood next to you by your desk looking around the still slightly new environment of your classroom as you distracted yourself. But sometimes you occasionally listened in on the occasional gossip of the girls nearby, one conversation caught your attention though, “Hey, did you hear Jojo is back!”, one excitedly squealed.

“Yes actually! Did you see his red-haired friend with him too? I thought Jojo didn’t have friends”, the other hummed.

“I know right, he always had this lone wolf vibe to him, still though I wonder how long they’ve known one another”, the third one in the group pondered out loud.

“Jojo? Must be a popular guy”, you quietly thought as the bell rung then all of a sudden you hear loud squeals of “JoJo!” outside the classroom before a booming voice suddenly yelled, “Shut the hell up!!”. There was a moment of silence before there was a wave of more squealing and, if anything, you began to feel bad for the guy as you sat there taking a moment to look over your doodles before closing your notebook as soon as the classroom door was slammed open. Looking up you saw the tall male that was called  “Jojo”, he looked to be around 6’4 or 6’5, he had a modified uniform (along with the hat), jet black hair and seemingly green eyes. He looked very bothered with his narrowed eyes and near-permanent frown, but you were sure anyone would be if they were hounded by a group or crowd of people.

Though there was something else too, by his looks alone anyone could tell that he was an alpha, but by the faint whiff of his scent you caught on to the fact that he was an apex alpha. It kind of surprised you really, apex alphas weren’t common but they weren’t rare either, shrugging it off you failed to notice how his eyes immediately landed on your stand once he entered the room. You also failed to notice how his eyes narrowed at you once the stand went behind you to rest her head on your own nonchalantly, you didn’t look familiar to Jotaro at all so he concluded that you entered this school when he was on his journey to Egypt with company.

You sat in the desk that was to the left of him, it was previously empty when he was around but now that he was back he wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that he now had to sit next to a girl that apparently had a stand as well. When he approached his seat he finally smelled the fragrance you had around you, “An omega?”, Jotaro’s brow furrowed more as the corner of his lip twitched, the stand users he faced off against back in Egypt were commonly Betas and Alphas, but he couldn’t help but be slightly surprised that there was an Omega Stand User right there in the desk next too his. He sat down as other students filed into the classroom one by one, he looked at you through his peripherals as you spun your pencil in your hand, your stand was still out laying her head on your own with her top hat tipped to the side.

Observing the stand more, Jotaro found the stand to be similar to something that came from a western of sorts with it’s ‘apparel’, the tar-like substance on its head nearly reminded him of a flappers’ hairstyle, the stand definitely had a mouth, but the slanted slits of its “eyes” seemingly made an ‘A’ with the near triangle like print on its face. You looked to be dosing off as your stand cooed while she nuzzled into your hair, the action made Jotaro curious as Star Platinum made his appearance without Jotaro’s influence, “Ora?”, the noise made you jolt slightly as your stand suddenly retracted itself from you to look at Star Platinum in regard to his sudden occupancy. Jotaro himself was caught off guard with his stand’s sudden behavior, looking back at Star Platinum he saw the stand nearing your own stand and her behavior nearly mirrored the stand’s actions, when Jotaro looked over at you he saw how you also looked at your stands’ interactions with wonder and bewilderment.

Then you looked at Jotaro, with a slight head tilt you blinked owlishly as his eyes narrowed at you, calling back Star Platinum he tipped his hat whilst looking away from you, as you looked at him for a moment longer you swore you almost heard him mumble something that sounded like “Yare Yare Daze”.  

You both eventually caught onto each others’ names once roll call started, and neither of you could concentrate much on the subject that was being taught once you both saw each others’ stands. You were genuinely curious about how many other users there were now that you found something that you had in common with Jotaro Kujo, Jotaro, on the other hand, was still somewhat taking caution to the fact that you were another stand user. 

Once class was done and lunchtime rolled around, Jotaro was quick to leave his seat as you grabbed your lunch, you bit your lip softly as you watched him leave since you really wanted to ask him about his ghostly companion. You looked at the ground before your sound made a cooing noise catching your attention, looking at Ace of Spades you noticed how she was looking at a bento box that Jotaro seemingly forgot. You smiled at your stand as you picked up the box and quickly speed out of the classroom after taking a quick sniff of Jotaro’s bento to track his location faster, with several turns and occasionally bumping into dead ends you finally were able to trace his scent to the rooftop of the school. Going up the stairs you opened the door and saw Jotaro with a red-haired male that you couldn’t tell was another alpha or beta -if you recalled correctly from what you recently overheard, he was Jotaro’s supposed friend- their attention landed on you as soon as your omega scent was within their radius.

“You”, Jotaro huffed out was Kakyoin looked over at his friend before looking over at you.

“Was she the one you were talking about Jotaro?”, he asked.

“Uh, well, I am actually here to bring your lunch you forgot back in the classroom, did -uh- did I interrupt something?”, you sheepishly ask as you lightly swing your lunch from beside you.

“Not really, well actually - Jotaro did bring you up in the conversation we were having, he mentioned have a stand too (L/n)”, Kakyoin explained. You were left confused as to what he meant when he said stand, and it showed through your facial expression when you furrowed your brows in puzzlement.

“I’m sorry, but what is a “Stand”?”, you ask.

Jotaro huffed as he summoned Star Platinum, “This is Star Platinum, he is my stand”, he briefed.

  Jotaro and Kakyoin watched you as your mind seemingly clicked when you understood what they meant after a moment of your silent confusion, “Oh, so that is what they were called, I’ve known her as my “Ghost Companion” all this time”, you explain as you summoned your stand. 

She appeared beside you within an instant as both Jotaro and Kakyoin took in her full appearance, Jotaro noted the few things that he had missed when he first saw the stand. For one, it seemingly had braids shaped like spades, and on her abdomen, there was a large spade print, and she didn’t really have fingertips, they looked to be cut off in a way and they almost reminded Jotaro of gun muzzles. 

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“A Ghost Comanpion you say? That’s one way to call a stand I guess”, Kakyoin chuckled as he summoned Hierophant Green.

 Jotaro huffed recalling the time he called Star Platinum an “evil spirit” before he came to know them as stands.

“Ah, well anyway, here’s your lunch Kujo”, you lift his lunch towards him, he rose a brow but didn’t say much as he took it back from you. There was a brief brush of skin to skin contact but it didn’t bother either of you too much as you hummed before stepping back. “Anyways, I’ll be heading out now, see you guys around I guess”, you wave before turning to leave.

“Why not eat lunch with us then, that is unless you have somewhere to be right now...”, Kakyoin trailed off as he looked at you.

You looked back at the two as Jotaro opened his bento and began to eat his meal while you briefly considered the offer, “Ah well, if that’s okay, I hope I am not intruding or anything…”, you look to the side as Kakyoin smiled.

“Don’t worry, we were mainly talking about you anyway since Jotaro was surprised to find another stand user here while we were away”, Kakyoin clarified, a mild pink hue spread onto your cheeks as you let out a breathy laugh.

Sitting with them you decided to ask, “So why are they called stands anyway?”, you look at Kakyoin as he swallowed some of his food down.

“Well for one, a Stand is a manifestation of one’s fighting spirit, they are called Stands because they stand by its user ready to act when needed”, he explains, you noded at the information as you summoned Ace of Spades before you while you chewed on your food.

“That makes sense, Ace of Spades is usually nearby whenever I call her”, you absentmindedly say.

“You named it after a playing card”, Jotaro rose a brow at you, you only nod your head sheepishly as you smiled.

“Yeah, my dad really liked playing cards on his spare time when he was young, that and well, my mom had an affinity towards western movies, so her appearance, in general, reminded me of what my parents enjoy”, you say, Kakyoin couldn’t help but smile at your words while Jotaro studied you.

“Ah~ Where are my manners, I forgot to introduce my self, my name is Noriaki Kakyoin”, Kakyoin stretches his hand out towards you, you smile as you take his hand giving a light shake.

“It’s nice to meet you Kakyoin”, you chirp, Jotaro shifted slightly when he smelled your fragrance, the hormones with it told both males that you were happy and content as a small purr rumbled from your chest. Jotaro felt that his inner Alpha was also content with the situation at hand, with a slight twitch of his brow Jotaro tried to ignore his Alpha as he listened to you and Kakyoin chat, and while reluctant Jotaro was mildly surprised that he actually tolerated your presence.

Jotaro huffed as he left the school, annoyed at the bothersome beta and omega girls that had tried to scent him when he was leaving school ground. He momentarily saw you jogging, and only watched as you did, carefully observing you as you left before he eventually went on home by himself since Kakyoin apparently had some after school going on for him. 

Once Jotaro reached home he slightly grimaced at his grandfather’s boastful laughter as his mom came to greet him, “Jotaro! Welcome home~!”, Holly chirps as loud purrs erupted from her chest. He let his mother hug him, and while he opposed the display of affection he let it slide after the duration of time that she laid sick in bed. 

“Hm? Jotaro did you meet someone new?”, Holly asked, with curious eyes, Jotaro furrowed his brows and lightly sniffed himself.

The scent of the girls that tailed after him should’ve worn off since he usually took semi-long walks to get rid of their scents, his Alpha was often irritated by their combined fragrance and would often growl in agitation when they let their scent glands rub upon him. But their scent was non-existent, his uniform smelled of his own Alpha musk, so with a small huff he tried to smell his back to see if one of the (irritating) girls from school scented his bag without his notice. Then he caught the faint smell of your fragrance, with furrowed brows Jotaro opened his bag and pulled out the rag that his bento was previously wrapped in, carefully bringing it to his nose he took a light sniff and sure enough, he smelled your fragrance on the rag it was very faint but it was still there.

Jotaro didn’t immediately pull away though after he sniffed it, but he did lower it after his eyes narrowed, “How could you smell that? It was very faint…”.

“When you become a parent you’ll understand~”, Holly cooed at her soon as he huffed, before she continued, “So who are they? Are they a new friend of yours now?”, she asked excitedly. Jotaro grumbled a bit as he removed his shoes before walking past his mother.

“They’re...new”, he simply said.

You hummed contently as you rested within your nest, hugging your Dolphin plush as you looked over the at the other plushies that surrounded you. Snuggling into your Dolphin plush you caught the faint whiff of Jotaro’s scent making you pause, slowly sitting up you sniffed lightly and traced it to your hand that lightly brushed against Jotaro’s hand, you weren’t too bothered by the smell but went to wash your hands anyway in case your younger sister got too curious.

Going to your restroom you washed your hands but as you did your omega whined at doing so, and once you dried them you rose your hand to your face with furrowed brows, mildly confused as to why your omega would whine at what you did. 

  As days went on you, Jotaro and Kakyoin fell into a sort of daily ritual that lead to Jotaro learning more about you and you learning more about him. You never took Jotaro’s brooding demeanor as something to look down on, it actually made his character more interesting to you and getting to know him a bit more personally, you also caught yourself occasionally purring whenever you were around Jotaro. Jotaro also occasionally caught onto your purrs and his alpha couldn’t help but respond with a churr of his own, while this didn’t happen too often it oddly didn’t bother Jotaro like it usually would when other girls purred at him (he’d growl in response when they did).

Getting to know Jotaro and Kakyoin made your world change in a way you couldn’t describe, but it was a pleasant one, maybe it was because of the fact that you all were stand users. You couldn’t really tell but you didn’t dwell too much on the subject. Jotaro always acted nonchalant around you, but you never really minded as you walked with him out the gates beside Kakyoin, talking about where you were hoping to go once you left school. 

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“I forgot to mention it, but my mom wanted me to invite you two over to dinner today”, Jotaro says.

  “Really? Well, I have nothing to do, I am not sure about you though (Y/n), are you available?”, Kakyoin turns his attention to you as you smile.

“I’m able, my sister is having a sleepover with friends, I’d just need to call my parents though”, you explain. 

 They both nod in understanding as you all made your way to Jotaro’s house, and once you arrive you couldn’t help but ogle at the building until a woman (who you assumed must be Jotaro’s mom) appeared at the front door.

“Jotaro you’re home! And you brought Kakyoin with you too~ Oh?”, she suddenly tilts her head when she spots you. With a smile, you introduce yourself to Jotaro’s mom, 

“Hello Mrs. Kujo, I’m (Y/n) (L/n), a -uh- friend of Jotaro’s”, you smile, Holly couldn’t help but let out loud chirrups as she approached you, it mildly surprised you as she suddenly held your hands and gave you a radiant smile.

“Oh my, you’re an omega too dear? And a friend of my son no less! You seem like a sweet girl (Y/n)”, Holly cooed, a dark blush spread onto your face as purrs rumbled from your chest.

“A-ah~ Thank you Mrs. Kujo”, you sheepishly say.

“Please, call me Seiko dear”, she chirps.

Kakyoin couldn’t help but smile as you and Holly got along, the two omegas producing fragrances that signified how happy Holly was and how comfortable you were getting, Jotaro closed his eyes as he took the chance to really take in your aroma, it smelled like peach, vanilla, and had a soft hint of pine. Holly lead you inside and looking in the nice house you almost missed the two elderly people that were getting the table ready.

“Hm, oh it’s Kakyoin! I also see that Jotaro has a new friend now”, the elder alpha chuckled heartily as Jotaro growled in annoyance, you also smelled that he was another apex. 

“Don’t tease him, Joseph, you wouldn’t want to scare the poor girl away now do you?’, the elderly woman scolded, you were mutely surprised that she was a beta since her scent was so faint, but it didn’t bother you at all since the aura of the room was nice and comforting.

“Well, anyway, hello little miss, I am Jotaro’s grandfather Joseph Joestar”, he smiles as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. 

“Hello sir I’m (Y/n) (L/n)”, you greet as you shook his hand.

“And I am his grandmother Suzie Jostar~!”, she chirps.

Dinner went well, and you found Jotaro’s family to be quite extraordinary, as you spoke with them Jotaro let a ghost of a smile form on his lips as he ate. Kakyoin left once dinner was over, Mr. and Mrs. Joestar left to their bedroom while Holly went to pick up the phone that rung as you offered to help pick up and clean the dishes with Jotaro. As you did there was a comfortable silence that surrounded you two as you took the chance to rally pick out Jotaro’s scent; there was a faint smell of cigarettes, but the salt and homey scent he had on him helped balance out his unique scent. 

  “Hey, Jotaro”, you call to him.

“Hmn”, he hums back, acknowledging your call.

“Thanks for inviting me, and… letting me be your friend”, you smile up at him.

Jotaro took a moment to really take in your image, he looked away with the tip of his hat as he purred, you responded with your own purr as you both finished with the dishes.

With a huff, you pouted when you looked down at your dolphin plush, you didn’t mean to bring it to school and accidentally packed it with you.  You then paused in a mild panic as your actions signified that your heat was nearing, sometimes omegas brought an item that is close to them for someone to scent it, or to bring a form of comfort for them when out in public. Hugging Echo you let out a small whimper as you tried to stuff your lovable plush in your bag.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?”, Jotaro’s voice made you jolt as you turned to look at him.

“Ah! Jotaro -um- good morning! I was just -er- just…”, your voice softened as you looked down at your plush, for some reason you felt shameful as you stood there with your head hung low, “I- brought Echo with me because I am nearing my heat”, you clarify.

“.....Do you need someone to scent it?”, Jotaro asked.

You look up at him suddenly as you stare at him wide-eyed, “Not really, I just- well- I wanted something to bring as a comforter since, you know, I just wanted something to hug but the plush is obvious and everyone would know”, you say, a small pouty frown forming on your lips.

“Don’t feel bad about what your body is naturally doing (Y/n)”, Jotaro says, his attempt at comforting somehow let you relax a bit as he stood next to you, “Let’s go, we might be late to class”, he gestures as you nod and follow him to the class by his side.

Jotaro kept an eye out for you the entire time throughout the school day as you hugged your dolphin plush, he stared down anyone who tried making a comment about your plush that you had with you as you went about your day, but this time when lunch came around you decided to go to the courtyard since the rooftop of the school didn’t seem too appealing at the moment.

So Jotaro went to get Kakyoin as you ate your lunch with Echo on your lap, then you scrunched your nose when a sour musky scent entered your nose.

“My, my, what is an omega doing alone out here”, turning your head you saw an alpha approaching you as his friends stayed back watching you two.

You frowned as you gripped your meal.

“That is none of your concern”, you snap as you glared at the male.

“Ooo~ Fiesty~ I see you brought something with you, is Mr. Dolphin giving you enough company ‘mega”, he purred, your omega hissed as you scooted away from him once he sat down.

“Better company than you it would seem”, you glare as he continued to near you.

“You’re nearing your heat are you not? Why not let me scent it, you can have a part of me in that little nest of yours as you enter your heat, better yet why not met me into your nest so that your heat can go easier on ya”, he smirks, your jaw dropped at his appalling words.

When he tried to reach for your plush you immediately retaliated with a loud hiss escaping your omega as you scratched him.

“OW! You bitch, you’re gonna pay for that!”, he roared making you jolt as his pheromones radiated anger, panicked chirps escaped you as you tried to lean back to escape him, but he caught you by your caller and tugged you towards him.  

You dug your nails in his wrist to make him let go, but then a hand grabbed his before throwing it off you, you felt yourself be pulled in close to Jotaro as his scent entered your nose. Looking up at him you heard low warning growls rumble from his throat, teeth bared, and pheromones radiating promised aggression.

“Stay away from my omega, knotthead”, Jotaro growled, the other alpha tried to appear dominant as he growled back at him.

“Your Omega, ha! Then you must suck at scenting her since I can’t smell you on her”, he mocked. Jotaro leaned down to your ear as he nuzzled into your head.

“Don’t get too mad”, was all he whispered as he began to scent you in front of the offending alpha boldly, his scent gland rubbed on you as you let several purrs slip. The offending alpha growled in frustration but stomped away as you and Jotaro stood there.

“Thanks, Jotaro, I’m sorry that I caused you trouble”, you say softly, Jotaro huffed as he let you go slowly.

“Yare Yare Daze, you didn’t do anything, I should be apologizing since I scented you without consent”, Jotaro mumbled but you caught his words and smiled shyly.

“Actually, um, Jotaro…”, you call to him as you pick up Echo and walk over to him, you offer the plush over to him as you looked away, “...can you scent this, you don’t really have to… you did more than enough for me and-”, you cut yourself off as Jotaro’s eyes momentarily widened.

Courting. You wanted to court him, after all the time you spent together, and admittedly he couldn’t help but be pleased with that. 

“I’ll do it sheesh, I like you too… (Y/n)”, he says softly as he takes the plush from you, making you look up at him, Jotaro couldn’t help but let his eyes soften as a smile spread onto your lips. 

“Thank you Jotaro!”, your omega purrs as Jotaro huffed but let his alpha churr in response as he leaned down to peck your forehead.

When Jotaro reached his home, he went straight to his bedroom and started scenting the plush Dolphin before pulling back to study it, a chuckle escaped him at the slightly coincidental thing. Looking at his desk, he looked at the nearly finished bracelet he was working on for you. With a small smile, he went over to the desk to finish the courting gift with the help of Star Platinum. 

[dolphin-enthusiast]

Himbo villain anon is back! any chance I could get some headcanons of the main jojo villains going skydiving? Also quickly I plan to submit some headcanons of the drunk villain squad 😉

A most chaotic request for an equally chaotic cryptid anon🤠🤠🤠

Dio:

- DO YOU BELIEVE IN G R A V I T Y? He’s fucking up for it. We’ve all seen him and Jotaro fucking dash through the air whilst throwing punches, this ain’t new to him at all. Dio will immediately scream out a “FUCK YEAH” when you bring up a skydiving date. It’s pretty romantic according to him.

- Insists that he’s the first one to jump, and who could refuse him really? Such enthusiasm can certainly not be overlooked. He’ll launch himself from the fucking plane like a damn torpedo and will go as far as to refuse to launch his parachute even in the last moment. But then again, he supposedly cannot die so you shouldn’t be too worried.

- Dio will keep doing it over and over even in the middle of daytime, that’s JUST how much he loves skydiving and overall being an absolute fucking maniac. For him the fact that he could get brutally injured at any moment or straight up collide with the earth and turn into a goddamn pancake is oddly appealing. But hey, he’s having fun! That’s all that matters!

Kars:

- At first straight out refuses to go simply because he has ptsd regarding Joseph and his cursed plane. Fortunately though, with enough pressure he’s going to give in and eventually agree to try skydiving, especially since the other pillarmen would be pretty enthusiastic to join in. Excepting Esidisi, he doesn’t do well with heights.

- Even if he’d still be lowkey anxious, Kars would slowly build up courage and board the plane then jump. Just as he’d be getting more and more confident though he’d notice that the parachute doesn’t do jack shit since he’s heavier than a boulder, and so the panic would set in. But Kars being Kars, he has an ace up his sleeve: the man would end up growing his ultimate lifeform wings then fly the fuck away, avoiding an extremely excruciating injury.

- Just like that, Kars would be the only one smart enough to actually avoid brutally colliding with the earth because, unlike the other pillarmen, he can actually defy gravity pretty damn good. Needless to say, none of the pillarmen ever went skydiving after this NON golden experience.

Kira:

- No. Just no. Please do not do this to him he’ll absolutely have a sheer heart attack the second he merely IMAGINES it, let alone when actually doing it. He’ll keep refusing you unless you end up blackmailing him (use the hands thing, it never fails), and so if you play your cards right he’ll ultimately have no choice but to admit defeat and comply.

- But don’t think that he’s going to make it easy for you either, oh no. He’ll act extremely obnoxious, will continue being passive aggressive as fuck and overall act like a spoiled child that was forced by their parents to tag along despite their senseless, continuous protests. You’d have to quite literally shove him into the plane and then shove him a second time so he has no choice but to jump when the time comes. But it would all be worth it because he’d most likely be on the verge of tears the entirety of time.

- Screams like a little girl whilst experiencing one hell of a free fall and internally curses himself for agreeing to do this. I mean, people will surely notice him if he keeps screaming bloody murder even if he’s in the damn air. Somehow manages to save his own ass and wisely use the parachute last second, then after actually landing and regaining his composure thinks about maybe ending your life after all since you almost caused him to have a stroke mid air. 

Doppio/Diavolo:

- If you thought Kira was a mess then I assure you Doppio will fucking die for real if you make him do this. He’ll beg you to hold his hand the entire time and will literally turn your own hand purple from clutching it so bad when you two jump from the plane. Poor man is literally going to be crying and shaking and he won’t stop no matter what you tell him, even after you two safely land. But don’t worry for he won’t hold any grudges against you for making him do this, it’s just that he’s a scaredy cat with a l o t of anxiety.

- Diavolo though will literally hate your guts forever. Just like in Kira’s case, you’d have to blackmail/threaten him in order to be able to drag his ass to the skydiving center and on top of that he won’t stop complaining and would also try sabotaging the entire thing. He’ll scream worse than ever once the plane takes off and will have to be restrained in order to not do anything stupid.

- Screams twice as bad when you push him out of the plane. He’d most likely end up yelling out all italian curses ever known to man then try to fight you mid air only to end up fucking himself up more, losing his balance and spinning uncontrollably. By the time he lands he’s going to be trembling and growling out of anger and embarassment. Definitely expect him to give you the cold shoulder afterwards. And you better watch your back in case any...shady mafia stuff happens.

[moscnios]

                            allow the ground to find its brutal way to me.

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currently i write for naruto, jjba, and one piece. the characters i wrote below are the characters i feel confident in writing for. but if you want a character that i did not list, i may write for them but i won’t guarantee it. also personal favs are marked in bold.

⟡    ֺ   characters i will write for. by fandom.

naruto , choji. deidara. gaara. gai. hashirama. hidan. ino. iruka. itachi. jiraiya. jugo. kakashi. kakuzu. kiba. kisame. konan. lee. madara. minato. nagato. naruto. obito. sai. sasori. sasuke. shikamaru. shino. shisui. suigetsu. tobirama. tsunade. zabuza.

jjba , jonathan. speedwagon. erina. joseph. caesar. lisa lisa. jotaro. avdol. kakyoin. polnareff. jolyne.

one piece , ace. baby 5. bartolomeo. benn. buggy. cavendish. crocodile. franky. gaban. hina. izou. jinbei. kaido. katakuri. kid. killer. kiku. king. koby. kuzan. law. luffy. mihawk. nami. oden. perona. rayleigh. robin. roger. rosinante. sabo. sanji. shanks. smoker. usopp. uta. vivi. whitebeard. zoro.

this is solely a reader insert blog, so i do not write ocs or ships. don’t ask me about ships i am a divine hater. however i can write poly relationships that involve ships with the reader.

this blog features both sfw and nsfw content. minors dni with the nsfw content please. everything else is fair game. i only write nsfw content occasionally. it’s okay to send nsfw requests but i’d like to keep them as something i do from time and time. and it’ll like take longer to write.

character limit for headcanons is three (3). please try to be specific with requests, the more details the better. i also don’t mind very specific/detailed requests. they’re pretty fun to write and give my interpretation of them.

i love familial and platonic pairings, imagines and oneshots. they are one of my favorite things to write. so i do accept those kinds of requests.

please be sure to specify pronouns / gender in your requests. if not, i will probably default to gn!pronouns.

i have the right to decline a request if it makes me feel uncomfortable or if i’m not confident in it. also please be patient with me. i get overwhelmed easily and i tend to overwork myself since i have other things and i suck at keeping a schedule. i apologize in advance for that.

⟡    ֺ   things i will not write.

emergency requests. comfort fics. dubcon/noncon. dark content. choking. pregnancy, but parenting scenarios are fine. abusive relationships, whether they are past or present. cheating. aging up minors. self harm. racism. celestial dragons and slave!readers.

if you’re unsure about a certain topic, feel free to ask.

MOSCNIOS 2024 ── do not copy, repost, or translate my works onto this platform or any other. reblogs are appreciated !

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