#kakyoin but in wheelchair

[fish0009]

Kakyoin if he was cool (pt4)

[y-o-b-b-i]

Changed a few things from the last post but here Kakyoin is in his full glory!!

I went back and looked at the original design and realized I forgot his glasses……….

Walk With Me/Try Again by @cassyapper

[missallanious]

Kakyoin Noriaki is ALIVE and I will hear no arguments on the matter, thank u goodnight 💕

He also rocks a wheelchair built for speed

[cassyapper]

can i like give you phsyical cold cash or something

I guess my duty is to continuously do art of wwm/ta now. Anyway wdym this isn’t what happened in the fic

Im sorry Cass for these monstrosities I couldn’t stop laughing making these my humour is broken

(Walk With Me / Try Again fic by @cassthecringe )

[casscreative]

wwm/ta outtakes and other cut content

as promised, in honor of 1k kudos, here is cut content from wwm/ta!

context: from one of the earliest versions of wwm/ta, when it was in jotaro's pov. this is when jotaro and kakyoin first meet again. it was originally in jotaro's hotel room, but i switched this for the dock meeting later

“People have died, Jotaro,” Kakyoin hisses, and Jotaro flinches like he’s been slapped, “and your only other backup is a teenager. Forgive me for stepping in.”

Jotaro has never been great with eye contact, but Kakyoin won’t ease up, glaring daggers into his face, using the fact that he’s shorter than Jotaro to his advantage; Jotaro can’t just duck his head like normal.

You couldn’t do it. You failed. I’m here to clean your mess.

Finally, Jotaro just closes his eyes. “I don’t- Kakyoin, you’re going to get hur-”

“And you’re going to get killed!” Kakyoin snarls, Hierophant’s tentacles whipping out and slamming the hotel floor behind him like a child throwing a (maybe justified) fit. Jotaro doesn’t think he’s ever seen Kakyoin so furious before.

“I know you think I’m a good-for-nothing pity that can’t carry his weight-” Jotaro cuts Kakyoin off with a strangled attempt at denial, but the lump in his throat won’t let him verbalize correctly.

“-but,” Kakyoin pushes on, glaring hardening even more somehow. Jotaro feels like he’s bleeding. “Contrary to your beliefs, the Speedwagon Foundation as a whole trusts me and my capabilities, Joseph trusts me and my capabilities, which is why I am here.”

Kakyoin pauses for a second before he adds on quietly, “Do not think for a second I am here for you. That’s why your opinion here doesn’t matter.”

Maybe it would’ve been kinder if Kakyoin just stabbed a knitting needle into Jotaro’s esophagus; the same, small but pointed barb would have the same effect as his words, and honestly, the wound would be easier to clean up.

Jotaro can’t move or speak, can hardly breathe. He still has his eyes closed in a desperate attempt to stop the intrusive violet of Kakyoin’s glare.

Noting that the conversation is over, Kakyoin turns and heads out of the room, the smooth, subtle creaks of his wheelchair the only indication he’s moving. Kakyoin does not hesitate in the slightest as he crosses the threshold and slams the door shut with one of Hierophant’s tentacles. At the sound, Jotaro drops like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

2. context: josuke and kakyoin's first meeting in one of the earliest versions of wwm/ta, again in jotaro's pov

“So,” Josuke’s hands flutter nervously at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling from his palms. Jotaro almost feels bad for him, but the extent of his pity is reserved mostly for himself right now. “Have you guys gotten...acquainted?”

Kakyoin’s narrowed eyes stray a second longer locked onto Jotaro’s face, before he turns to face Josuke, his expression relaxing into something -- not friendly, exactly, but more polite, definitely less hostile.

“Actually, I’ve worked with Jotaro before on a mission,” Kakyoin comments cooly, and Jotaro nearly winces at how distant the phrasing makes them seem.

Josuke nods hesitantly, but understanding blooms in his eyes, though Jotaro knows he’s getting the wrong idea -- however, who is he to correct it? He’s the one who set things up to be like this. Regret is not a rock, but more a viscous, dense liquid in his chest, pinning his heart down under its weight.

Kakyoin pushes his glasses up his nose before he clasps his hands together, slowly relaxing to lean his elbows onto his knees. Jotaro catches the slight wince as he bends his torso, but says nothing, just swallows.

“So,” Kakyoin says conversationally, once again addressing Josuke more than Jotaro, “How long did you say your mom was gonna stay with her relatives?”

Josuke jolts at the direct question, before smoothing his hands on his uniform jacket and stepping further into the room. “Um, the weekend. She...doesn’t want to leave me alone for too long.”

Kakyoin nods, his expression getting more serious now that he has something to focus on other than pettiness. Jotaro feels bad for thinking that, though; Kakyoin’s within his right to be petty.

It doesn’t matter if he hates me. I’ve already decided this. Just as long as he’s safe.

The thought still hurts, and never makes its way to Jotaro’s internalized thought processes, repetition be damned.

3. context: kakyoin and jotaro's argument post the arrow revelation from angelo, again in one of the earliest versions of wwm/ta in jotaro's pov. ultimately decided jotaro wouldn't be using noriaki so i didn't include it even in the "official" version

“Noriaki-”

“SHUT UP!” Kakyoin snaps, his voice raising in hysteria, turning to face Jotaro so quickly it’s as if he was responding to a physical strike, not a word. Kakyoin’s eyes are wild, wide, and they’re caged by a face full of fury. “Shut the fuck up, Kujo- you- you don’t get to call me that.”

Kakyoin grits his teeth for a minute, before Hierophant’s tentacles whip around him for a single moment, almost reminding Jotaro of Medusa. “YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME THAT!” He repeats, chest heaving, breaths bordering on growls.

Jotaro simply swallows, his throat tight and his arms and legs weighed down with lead, with platinum, with gold-

“Leave me the hell alone,” Kakyoin snarls, a clear dismissal, but Jotaro still can’t move.

Thankfully -- or not -- he doesn’t have to, as Kakyoin moves instead, steps stalking and precise, too thought-out to be anything other than the careful steps of a man trying his damnedest not to run away outright. Jotaro watches him go and feels some of the rock making up his chest give way to a pit, leaving the space vulnerable and unfilled.

4. context: more stuff from when wwm/ta was jotaro's pov

“I don’t want your protection,” Kakyoin’s voice breaks, the shards of it embedding into Jotaro’s skin like glass. “I just- I only wanted- I just want you,”

“I- I can’t,” Jotaro’s own voice cracks, the audible signifier of his chest cavity crashing down around his heart, becoming splinters and shards like a piece of china that had fallen from a cabinet.

“Why?” Kakyoin questions, his voice trying to reclaim the angry edge it once had, but now just raw and hurt and desperate. It shatters Jotaro even more, picking up the chunks that remained of him and smashing them back down to even smaller pieces. “Why can’t you? What’s stopping you?”

DIO. Me.

5. context: more jotaro pov LOL. this was never going to be a real scene so much as just me trying to figure out their dynamic in this au though

If Kakyoin was a fire, he had just been put out; all that remains are the logs, ashy and dry and dark, no more brilliant light inside them, consuming them. Kakyoin stumbles back a couple steps as if he’d been struck, as if the snake were real, and Jotaro tries to take a step towards him but Hierophant appears in his way, his insect-like eyes staring Jotaro down. Hierophant feeling the need to protect Kakyoin from him makes Jotaro feel like the backs of his knees have just been cut, makes him feel like stumbling himself.

Kakyoin collapses into his wheelchair and Hierophant dissolves into a mound of tentacles and retreats to him.

Resting on hand on the arm of his chair, Kakyoin brings the hand up and holds his forehead with it, his long bang shielding his face from Jotaro.

It is quiet for a long time. All Jotaro can hear is static and all he can feel is cold, now that Kakyoin has been put out.

“Why does it always have to end like this?” Kakyoin asks quietly, angling his head towards Jotaro so he can only see his eyes past his furrowed brows. The expression on his face still manages to pierce Jotaro like one of DIO’s knives; he’s not even upset anymore, no tears in his eyes, just sad, tired acceptance weighing his eyelids down the tiniest bit, pushing his brows together.

Jotaro moves to speak but nothing comes out of his throat. He feels like a dead animal, feels like roadkill; the impact swept him up so suddenly, and now there’s nothing he can do but stand stiffly as life leaves him.

Kakyoin nods, slowly, his expression crumpling. “So it seems,” he says, his voice shaking. He swallows thickly, Jotaro eyeing the way his adam’s apple bobs as he does, before he pushes his bangs back from his face and moves his hands to his wheels, maneuvering to turn and, presumably, leave. Again.

Jotaro is such a hypocrite. He collapses to the floor, his knees hitting the carpeted ground, shockwaves zipping up his spine but Jotaro hardly registering them.

Kakyoin turns his head anyway at the thump caused by Jotaro’s nearly 2 meter height collapsing into a heap, but Jotaro still calls, “W-wait- wait-”

It is with a brief but intense flash of mortification Jotaro realizes he is about two words away from crying. He swallows thickly once, twice, but whatever emotion is clogging his throat won’t go back down.

Kakyoin’s eyes widen a small bit, and he turns fully to face him. It’s more than he deserves, Jotaro knows, it’s more than he ever afforded Kakyoin in turn, but he is a selfish, selfish man, he is coming to find.

“Please,” Jotaro heaves out, the lump in his throat forcing the word to be higher than he means for it to be. “Please, pl- please, don’t go. Don’t go. Noriaki.”

Kakyoin closes his eyes, hands clenching noticeably on his armrests, breathing out a harsh exhale.

“You-” Kakyoin opens his eyes, focusing on Jotaro with a small, shakey glare. “You don’t get to ask that of me. You don’t- you don’t get to fucking ask that, Jotaro.”

“I know,” Jotaor wheezes. Why is he so short of breath? Must be that damn blockage in his throat. Jotaro tries swallowing again, but the pain of pushing the swell of emotion just makes his eyes tear up. Jotaro blinks, but the tears are replaced. Fuck.

“I know,” Jotaro repeats, his voice cracking. “I know I don’t. But please. Please stay.”

Kakyoin looks like he’s being torn in two, his expression downturning from a glare to something pained, like just looking at Jotaro is akin to laying on red hot coals.

“Jotaro…”

“Please,” Jotaro rasps again, his voice cracking once more, and mortifyingly, Jotaro can feel a tear fall. It races so face it can’t even properly streak his cheek, only traces the edge of it as it falls to the floor. It splashes on Jotaro’s hand. It’s warm.

Kakyoin’s face turns angry again, a snarl curling his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Kujo, you are the worst fucking person I have ever met.”

But as he says this, he rolls his wheels forward, approaching Jotaro, and Jotaro is so relieved he’s dizzying, vertigo slamming into him so intensely he almost sees double. He drags himself forward to meet Kakyoin without even consciously realizing, feeling the drag of his legs against the floor distantly, like it’s only a dream.

When he gets close enough, Jotaro simply latches on Kakyoin’s legs, squeezing his pants material.

“Jotaro,” Kakyoin mutters, hands reaching out to take Jotaro’s face. Jotaro lets him. It’s the least he can do.

Kakyoin simply studies him for a long moment, staring deep into each one of Jotaro’s eyes, before scanning his chapped and bitten lips, the bags under his eyes, the new small scars on his face.

Kakyoin’s thumb reaches out to rub gently at one of Jotaro’s eye bags, and Jotaro’s breath hitches, less because of Kakyoin and more because the swell of emotion in his throat is only growing, getting bubblier and more pressing. Jotaro swallows but that does nothing to deter it, and another tear falls as a consequence.

“Oh, Jotaro,” Kakyoin sighs softly, leading Jotaro head down to rest against his thighs, one hand combing through his hair, knocking his hat off, the other moving to rub at one of his shoulder blades. “What am I going to do with you?”

Jotaro doesn’t know the answer to that. He just holds onto Kakyoin and cries silently, shudders minutely moving through him, focusing on Kakyoin’s hands in his hair and on his back.

6. context: early kakyoin and josuke meeting once again, but this time in kakyoin's pov

“Isn’t my dad like 90? Why is he friends with a- uh-”

Josuke swallows, coughing, and Kakyoin almost snorts, but decides that would be rude. Josuke’s had a rough enough week without Kakyoin teasing him. “Someone, uh, a lot younger than him?”

“That,” Kakyoin says, pushing his sunglasses up his nose, “is a long story. But to put it short, he introduced me to others with stands when I wasn’t sure if there was anyone else but me that had one.”

“Oh!” Josuke nods, his pompadour bouncing again. Kakyoin really is gonna have to ask him about his products. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense"

7. context: alternate kick off to why kakyoin goes to morioh. i figued it would be more impactful is joseph asked him directly to, so i changed it

Jotaro is reminded of how it looked earlier when Kakyoin’s lungs were straining for breath, and he summons Star Platinum frantically.

“Mr. Joestar,” Kakyoin interrupts, clearing his throat. “I can go in your stead. If you want. I can at least get there quicker than you can. I can make sure things stay calm until you get there.”

“Oh,” Joseph’s creaky voice comes through the phone, lightened in surprised. It’s the lightest his voice has been this whole conversation. “I…but aren’t you working on your thesis right now?”

Kakyoin huffs. “Not really. Just trying to find inspiration while I help my roommate with his.”

“Oh.” Josephs says. “I…I know traveling is hard for you, though-“

“It’s hard for you too, old man,” Kakyoin shoots back.

Joseph laughs at that, the sound slightly breathless but a laugh all the same. “I suppose…but why?”

Kakyoin stays silent for a moment, considering, as the last of the water drains away in the sink.

8. context: elaboration on kakyoin's parents and their ideas of kakyoin's friends in intermissoin 2. eventually i shortened it to what it is in the actual chapter cause it had already gotten long enough and this didn't add much to the theme of it 😔

“...Your friends?”

Kakyoin resists the ruge to roll his eyes, but a part of his seethes anyway, snarlign at the sting the question brought. Is is so unbelievable I got friends?

“Yes,” He says stiffly, resorting to blaming it on his unused throat. “My friends. I understand why you pushed them away until now, but I’d like to see them.”

Kakyoin’s mother and father exchange glances.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about that,” His father starts, and Kakyoin closes his eyes. “The man you say did kidnap you- should- do you think we should file a report about it?”

Kakyoin sighs. “He’s dead. What’s the point?”

Kakyoin’s father blinks. “You keep saying that, but you haven’t mentioned how. Are you telling me these men just- killed a man in front of you? Why?”

Kakyoin grits his teeth, fingers digging into his blankets. He gets so cold so easily now that he needs multiple. “Because- why does that even matter?”

His father sighs and his mother picks up the slack. “Noriaki…we just don’t want you- don’t feel like you owe them anything. I’m grateful they got you away from your kidnapper, but they killed a man in front of yo-”

“They didn’t kill him in front of me,” Kakyoin snarls, “I didn’t- my- the man who kidnapped me-” the words taste like cough syrup in Kakyoin’s mouth, so victimizing, so weak “-tried to kill me and some of my other friends, so they resorted to killing him out of self-defense.”

His mother and father exchange glances again, and Kakyoin snarls. “I finally make friends and they’re not good enough for you because they cared about protecting me? Can you just give me some space to breathe for once?!”

Kakyoin’s mother bursts into tears and Kakyoin squeezes his eyes shut.

“Noriaki,” His father says softly, and Kakyoin whips his head away from him. It’s immature and he knows, but he’s so angry, why can’t they understand for fucking once-

“Okay,” His father says. Kakyoin blinks, turning to face him.

“What?”

Taking his wife’s hand as she wipes her eyes with her free one, Kakyoin’s father turns to face him, eyes downturned. “Okay. I- I’m sorry for assuming the worst of your friends. We were scared, and worried, but- you’re smart. We trust you. But please understand why we couldn’t trust them until you were awake to back them up.”

Kakyoin takes a deep breath, head falling back against the pillows. “...Right,” he says softly. “Right. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” His mother says quietly, “you went through so much lately and we interrogated you and kept you from your friends. I-”

“Mom,” Kakyoin almost begs, and she stops. “...Dad’s right. I can’t blame you, either.”

She sniffs, before reaching out to run a hand through Kakyoin’s hair. Kakyoin lets her despite his skin itching under her touch.

“...So, will you let them in when they come to visit?” He asks after a beat.

His mother swallows thickly before nodding.

Kakyoin lets out a breath and closes his eyes.

9. context: blurb from what josuke is drunk post shigechi fight. ultimately took it out cause it was distracting from josuke's problems which is what the conversation was about

“What even is the deal with you two?! Mr. Jotaro is weird, yeah, but he’s not- why do you hate him?”

Kakyoin snarls. “It’s more complicated than me just hating him-”

“Then what do you call the- the blowing up at him every chance you get? Huh? What happened on that journey you said you went on?!” Josuke argues. Kakyoin closes his mouth, teeth clicking together, an ache echoing in his jaw.

He doesn’t answer, his heart beating in his throat. He can feel a pulsing in his fingertips, a bleeding between the muscle and bone of his ribs. “Don’t you dare talk to me that way.”

10. context: cut scene of kakyoin meeting tomoko. originally happens when kakyoin is organizing the stand training for the first time with josuke. instead of calling him, kakyoin goes to josuke's house to talk baout it in person. decided to cut this because that chapter had already become so long (had to split it into two) and i decided we should get tomoko and kakyoin meeting later lol, at a more significant date

A woman Kakyoin faintly remembers seeing in photographs opens the door, and her brows furrow as she gives him a once over.

“Uh-” Kakyoin starts, but she turns to call over her shoulder.

“Josuke, where do you even find these guys?” She asks, and there’s a clattering as Kakyoin assumes Josuke jumps up from whatever he was doing.

“‘These guys’?” Kakyoin asks wryly, and she huffs, shaking her head.

“Some other man came by the other day looking for Josuke too -- you are looking for Josuke, right?” She pauses. At Kakyoin’s nod, she shakes her head and continues, “Some other man came by the other day looking for Josuke too. Had a big white coat. I almost thought he could be the science teacher from Josuke’s school, but he…” Tomoko huffs, crossing her arms and leaning against the door. “He clearly wasn’t built for teacherhood.”Kakyoin raises a brow but says nothing. So Kujo does come by to check on Josuke sometimes?

11. context: old version of a scene that's... coming up :)

It’s quiet, save for the trickling of water down Kakyoin’s back as it rushes back into the tub, the soft scratch of a cloth against his shoulders, and the static of soap settling against skin.

Jotaro wets the cloth before raising it to Kakyoin’s back again, washing the soap down the expanse of skin, purposefully ignoring the scar peeking out of the water.

“I thought you were a saint once,” Kakyoin says quietly. Jotaro pauses.

“Why on earth would you think that?”

“I didn’t believe in the good in people, before I met you,” Kakyoin continues softly. “…but you saved me for...for no reason.” Kakyoin lets out a self-depreciating chuckle. “I still don’t really know why you did it.

“Of course, then I gave up in the good in people again, also because of you,” Kakyoin says. Jotaro swallows slowly, guilt swelling his tongue, making it heavy in his mouth.

“But now I’m not sure…what I believe in,” Kakyoin finishes. Jotaro breathes out quietly.

Suds of soap drip off the loofah and into the water beneath. Jotaro’s staring at Kakyoin’s back, the wet, clean skin shiny and reflective.

He hesitates, before saying, “You…really don’t have to call me Jotaro,”

Kakyoin’s brows furrow. “It’s your name.”

“But- so is Kujo,” Jotaro says dumbly. “You’ve been…calling me that this whole time, after all.”

and that's all! I hope you all enjoyed these tidbits that showcase what it's been like to work on wwm/ta <3 new chapter dropping in, erm, a few minutes (: thank you all again so so much for 1k kudos!!!!

[jostar]

kakyoin had to die in part 3 because if he survived to part 5 him and polnareff would race each other in their wheelchairs so irresponsibly they'd both die anyway

[brownshouto]

I'm saying this here too bc i see it a lot but people making Kakyoin lives AU's are always so scared of wheelchairs, that kid isn't walking again, don't be scared of wheelchairs. Did a wheelchair kill your grandma?

[someones-anachronism]

I THINK I COOKED AGAIN @cassyapper I predict you will explode in the tags /silly

ohhhh if only I could do this digitally. the colors. the COLORS that I would do. ripping and tearing rn. ALR BACK TO CATCHING UP ON THE FIC---

ok wait more shit

YALL THIS IS THE LITERAL BEST I HAVE EVER DRAWN JOTARO AT ALL. LIKE. THIS IS ASTOUNDING TO ME wheelchair my BEHATED. raaagh i wanted to get silly with the background teehee yes polnareff is wearing his stinky ass black "shirt" thing he has bc I mean he wears it in the part 5 flashback don't he. its probably his favorite piece of clothing advol shawl. AVDOL SHAWL. also yes his hand is doing that one kakyoin hand gesture thing idk I just think it looks kewl (cant find the image of it rn so trust me on this ig) also this is my first time drawing iggy ✌ nooo I just realized it looks like joseph has a weird mustache I swear those are his WRINKLES anyway that jotaro outfit is my favorite one of his from part 4 so yeah should I quit yapping now.... i think so yeah. wahoo!

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pov me getting hyper because I'm posting this finally and hahahahahahah so silly hahaha hehehehe heeheehee hohoho hoohhooohohoooooooooooooooooo FUUUCK THIS FIC IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

[tonberry-yoda]

Ah the smooch series has to pulled me in and I must ask for him the one the only kakyoin (shocking who could have guessed) -♡

Kakyoin Smooches

notes - honestly, having you ask for him all the time makes me so happy because I get to challenge myself with coming up with something new! i think i do a pretty good job at it too lolol thanks for the request as always and i hope you're doing well! <3 word count - 185 WARNINGS - Spoilers for part 3 of JJBA

"Kakyoin," you whispered as you tucked a long strand of his red hair behind his ear. "You're so beautiful."

"But you can't see me," he whispered back with a slight giggle. "It's the middle of the night."

"I don't need to see you to know that you're beautiful." you told him.

He felt himself tear up. Not once since the battle with DIO would he call himself beautiful. He was bedridden for months and had to be in a wheelchair for even longer. When he was finally able to kind of stand upright, he got a look at the scar. The mess. He hated the way he looked, the way he changed.

"You don't have to-"

"Kakyoin."

He stopped and felt you pet his face, leaning down to place a kiss onto his cheek.

"You don't have to make me feel better." he sighed.

"I'm not." Your tone was serious and unwavering.

He felt your face and kisses you at least a dozen times before whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You fell fast asleep in his arms while he stared at the ceiling.

Beautiful....

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[cassyapper]

being a kakyoin fan that's great at denial has made me so good at drawing wheelchairs

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

I was browsing around my folder when I found this sketch I did months ago but forgot it.

Apparently it's a sketch drawing of Medea Tachibana pushing Part 4!Kakyoin's wheelchair, obviously taking place in an alternate timeline where he survived the events of Part 3 but is left physically disabled due to [The World] destroying his spine, oh and he's also a member of the Speedwagon Foundation.

Meanwhile Medea, while still traumatized, she isn't as depressed as she is in the canon timeline because he's alive.

I didn't feel like coloring it because I lost interest in it, but I still wanna show it to you guys because it's cute.

Medea Tachibana belongs to me

[if-they-were-jojo]

More modern au thoughts because my brain is broken I guess. Today's topic being injuries.

-Joseph used to date Whammu, but Whammu's dad(Kars) thought Joseph was a bad influence and it got to the point of violence, when all was said and done Whammu was blind, and Joseph was missing his left hand, Kars is serving live in prison. -Joseph's German friend Strohiem was involved in a near fatal accident during war which led to him having replaced both of his arms and both legs. despite this thanks to quality prosthetics he can still get around mostly fine, also unlike many he doesn't hide his prothsetics proudly flaunting them whenever he can. -The Stardust Crusaders went to Egypt for a trip, only to end up involved in some terrorist attack, Avdol lost both of his arms,Polnareff lost two fingers on his left hand and his left foot, Kakyoin got Shrapnel through his stomach, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down, and missing his stomach. -Polnareff years later went to Italy only to get in a horrible carcrash involving Diavalo, he lost his left eye, his right forearm, and both legs below the knee. he can still walk shot distances, but he needs a wheelchair to do more, and standing is incredibly hard for him. -Jouta was alive when the Crusaders got involved in the attack and blames Jotaro for Kakyoin's injuries, since Jotaro came back with only a few new scars. This is not helped by Jotaro also blaming himself over what happened.

[jei-rifni]

Johnny, Kakyoin and Polnareff having a wheelchair race down the street

Some silly guys

[casscreative]

@oldtakakweek day 6: beach, museum, art

if you want kakyoin to do anything, you can’t rely on his good will. instead you must tap into his spite or his fascination with the phenomenon of cannibalism

image id under cut

image id: a short, sketchy comic followed by a digital colored drawing, featuring kakyoin noriaki and jotaro kujo from jojo’s bizarre adventure as old men, living together, had they both survived to make it to the point.

in the first panel of the comic, kakyoin has his wheelchair parked next to a round dining table, slippers on, as if he just woke up. he has long hair and glasses, with a mild dusting of facial hair. jotaro stands on the the other of the table, in a coat and hat, with more obvious facial hair. kakyoin is looking deadpan and mildly irritated as he says, “no i’m not going to the beach, i’m in a wheelchair jojo. sand and my wheels don’t mix...”. jotaro is shaking, fists clenched, his hat covering his eyes.

in the second and last panel, jotaro looks up, snapping with an angry expression, “can you just be a fucking man and go to the beach with me?” a popup bubble of kakyoin shows he is enraged by this comic, his noodle flaring up to emphasize his anger

in the digital drawing, jotaro is hoisting kakyoin on his back in piggy-back-ride fashion. they’re crouched right at the edge of the shore, watching as an orange starfish that’s super close to the water eats something redder beneath it. kakyoin looks down with a curious expression, wearing a green shirt, while jotaro inclines his head and explains, wearing a purple eyepatch, purple hat, and purple shirt. jotaro comments, “you’re choking me,” and kakyoin replies with, “don’t care. so it’s eating another starfish right now?” despite jotaro’s complaint, he’s smiling slightly.

end image id

[queen-ofsunflowers]

I had a few thoughts while at my brother's graduation ceremony.

Thanks to some of Joseph's influence (and that cash flow paying for tuition), once everything had calmed down after SDC, Jotaro, Kakyoin and Barbara all were accepted into the same university in Florida. According to him, it was so that if anything happened, then they at least had each other. He felt a lot of guilt over the trauma they endured in Egypt since he blamed himself for allowing them on the trip in the first place.

Because of how school works in Japan, Kakyoin and Jotaro would graduate before Barbara. Surprisingly so, especially since they had less time to catch up on all the schoolwork they missed (Kakyoin more than Jotaro with his hospital stay).

The plan was for Jotaro and Kakyoin to spend the remainder of June in New York with Barbara and her father before looking for an apartment down in Florida where their university was located in the beginning of August. That way, they could settle in before the school year started. This was the plan that Barbara had been told.

However, her father, Louis and Joseph had another plan that would be put into motion at her high school graduation ceremony. A plan that involved sending the Crusaders plane tickets.

Barbara had been expecting her family as well as Joseph and Suzie Q in the bleachers during her graduation. She felt downtrodden when she couldn't find them at all in the spot that they said that they would be. It wasn't until she was sitting with the rest of her class did she feel something tap her shoulder and draw her attention further down to the front rows.

It had been Hierophant Green's tentacle that caught her attention. Since Kakyoin was in a wheelchair at the time, the Crusaders, Suzie Q, Louis, Barbara's grandparents, aunts, uncle and cousins were all seated much further down. She had to look away so that they wouldn't see her crying.

When the ceremony was over, Barbara immediately runs to her entire family, happy to see Jotaro, Kakyoin, Avdol and Polnareff for the first time in months. She knew that they were doing well but seeing them in person like that made her beyond happy. Getting scooped up in a hug by Polanreff, even getting one from Avdol, nearly knocking Kakoyin out of his wheelchair as she hugged him and a pat on the head from Jotaro who refused to let her hug him at the time, but didn't stop Star Platinum from embracing Pentacle Queen when the Stand came out to reach them first was the best part of the whole day.

[stuckinakillingjar]

tbh everything about polnareff is literally so sad it depresses me so much