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Stardust Crusaders Liveblog: JJBA Ch. 238-246

I bet back when all the bad guys were still alive and hanging around this place, Dio's Mansion was full of zany hijinks and wacky shenanigans like this.

This is the "Vanilla Ice" arc. When we meet Vanilla Ice, we find him-- HOLY FUCK! Did he just chop off his own head?!

I.... I don't know what to say. I had a whole thing planned here. The good guys were going to fight Vanilla Ice for like seven chapters and Joseph Joestar's wife bought a turtle, but now...

I mean, how could he do this? There was no warning, he just... We have to call the police, right? I mean, the authorities need to get involved.

It's just... this is really awkward. We were gonna have a nice time talking about comics and now... pffft. The whole evening's shot to hell. I'm sorry, I know I must sound like a total idiot right now. This guy decapitated himself and I'm complaining about my problems. I just don't know what to do.

Cripes, are you okay? You look really pale. Here, sit down. I'll get you a glass of water. No, it's fine. After what just happened, I'm surprised I didn't just faint. Listen, It's going to be all right. I mean, we'll get through this. Just stay calm. Deep breaths.

What the hell was he thinking? Maybe he wasn't thinking. Maybe he thought his Stand would save him or something. Shit... I should find some less-violent comics to read. Like, romance manga or whatever. What do you think? You need some more water? Sure, you can set that anywhere, I--

Oh. Okay, false alarm, he's fine.

Yeah, so Vanilla Ice went to tell Dio that the Joestar Group is in the house and they just beat D'Arby. Dio explains that D'Arby was a genius, but still lost because he lacks the passion of their enemies. While Joseph and Jotaro are willing to die for Holly, the others want to kill Dio so badly that they'd gladly lay down their lives before running away. But D'Arby simply isn't that committed to Dio's cause, so no matter how talented he is, he never stood a chance.

Dio says that he only needs to drink the blood of one other person to completely heal the scar on his neck that joins his head to Jonathan Joestar's body. He asks Ice if he'd supply that blood, and that's why Ice lops his own head off. He's so devoted to Dio that he doesn't even hesitate, he just squats in front of a pot and tries to make sure his neck-hole is pointed at the opening.

Dio is impressed by the gesture, but he doesn't want Ice's blood because he's so useful as a henchman. Instead, Dio gives Ice his own blood, which restores him to "life", such that it is. I'm pretty sure that makes Vanilla Ice a vampire now, but we'll talk about that later.

Meanwhile, as Joseph's group finishes up with D'Arby, Polnareff, Iggy, and Avdol head into the house. Joseph instructed Avdol to burn the whole place down, but the interior looks like a surreal maze, and Avdol isn't sure arson would be safe under these conditions. So they carefully sneak in, and Avdol has this flame doohickey that lets him sense hidden enemies. This, and Iggy's canine sense of smell, allow them to flush out Kenny G, whose Stand was creating the maze illusion.

Now you might be asking which Egyptian Gods Ice and G's Stands are named after, but we're done with the Ennead bit. There were nine of those enemies, and D'Arby's Stand Atum was the last one.

Kenny G's Stand was named "Tenore Sax"... in 1993, after Stardust Crusaders finished. Vanilla Ice's Stand is named "Cream", although I don't think that name appears in the comic either. This starts the theme of Stands being named after musical acts and songs and albums, which continues to this day.

I'm a little annoyed about this, because I liked the Tarot theme in Part 3, and Araki extended that even further with the Ennead, and then he still wound up running out of bad guys so he had to tack on a couple more. Now that Ice and G are bad characters, mind you. It's just that if these two were going to be in the story, then maybe a couple of the weaker villains could have been left out. Dark Blue Moon, for example, or High Priestess.

Anyway, prior to entering the house, Avdol tells Polnareff and Iggy that he won't save either of them if they run into trouble, and they shouldn't try to save him either. That's because their mission has to come first, and they won't do any good if they all get killed trying to rescue one another.

But that attitude doesn't last long. Avdol spots some writing carved in a pillar, which warns that he'll die as soon as he turns his head around.

Turns out, Cream is right behind them, and Avdol impulsively shoves Pol and Iggy out of the way. As Cream reaches Avdol, Avdol suddenly vanishes, leaving only his forearms. Fuck!

So yeah, Avdol was the first one to die, and it's for real this time. It's a shocking moment, made even more shocking by the way Avdol seemed to cheat death earlier in the story. Then he goes and dies in a single attack from the penultimate villain. It takes Polnareff a while to realize he's gone. Hell, even Vanilla Ice doesn't know where his Stand sent Avdol. All he knows for sure is that Avdol has been disintegrated in a dark dimension.

This other dimension is Cream's special ability. The Stand is vulnerable in our world, but he can gobble himself up and vanish into the other dimension. From there, Cream can move through our world, devouring matter or anything else in his path, which sends it to the other dimension. And Vanilla Ice can hide inside of Cream, which protects him from the disintegrating effects.

This is bad for a lot of reasons, but for openers, Cream is almost impossible to detect while its in the other dimension. There's no sound or smell to it, and it's completely invisible too. Avdol only had time to save the others because of that writing on the pillar, and I'm pretty sure Ice put that there just to screw with them.

The one thing in Polnareff and Iggy's favor is that Vanilla Ice has a hard time navigating while he's inside of Cream. He has to peek out from Cream's mouth to see where they're going, but that leaves his face open to attack. But it's not much of a weakness, as he can follow Polnareff anywhere, through any and all obstacles. Most of this arc is just Pol and Iggy running for their lives, trying to avoid Avdol's fate.

The one safe path is out the open doorway, but Polnareff refuses to take it. Come what may, he's running towards Dio, not away. This is the kind of resolve Dio was talking about.

It still doesn't do Polnareff much good. He's still in this fight, and he even manages to wound Ice with Silver Chariot, but Ice can do much, much more damage with Cream. He lops off all five toes from Polnareff's left foot, for example.

There's a brief pause when Dio suddenly comes downstairs to ask Ice to fight a little more quietly. Ice is stymied for a bit, but why would Dio show himself now?

The answer is that he didn't. This is just a sand decoy that Iggy made with the power of the Fool. Iggy also conceals himself and Polanreff in a decoy flight of stairs. Okay, but the fake Dio spoke. Did Iggy make it talk, or did Polnareff supply the voice?

Well, it doesn't work anyway, because Vanilla Ice saw through the ruse. He destroys the sand-Dio, then attacks Iggy for forcing him to attack Dio's image this way. The weird thing is that he's so furious about this that he beats Iggy with his own limbs, rather than using his Stand to kill him instantly.

This gives Polnareff an opening. He uses Chariot's sword to kick up a cloud of dust from all the sand in the room. That way, when Cream flies through it, there'll be a visible trail for Pol to follow. Once Cream gets close enough, Chariot skewers Vanilla Ice through the mouth. There's just one problem: this doesn't kill him.

Even with Chariot's sword running through his brain stem, Vanilla Ice keeps fighting, and he manages to pull Chariot's hand into Cream's maw, which costs Polnareff two fingers on his left hand.

I'd have to check, but I'm pretty sure that these missing fingers are back on his hand when Pol shows up in Part 5. Maybe Speedwagon was able to make him a set of more lifelike prosthetics? Oh well.

Vanilla Ice shifts tactics, hiding his face entirely and flying blind through the room. It's almost impossible for Pol to dodge, and Cream takes a chunk out of his left leg.

Pol tries to attack, but Chariot can't hit Cream while it's in the other dimension. He has to wait for Ice to peek out first, but Ice isn't doing that. The tip of Chariot's sword gets destroyed, but it comes back later, so I guess damage to that part isn't permanent.

Perhaps realizing that Polnareff can't dodge with an injured leg, Vanilla Ice starts spiraling around the room, with Polnareff in the center. This way, Ice can zero in on him without having to expose his face.

As he lays in the middle of the spiral, Polnareff weighs his options. He can't assume that his friends will rescue him, since they could very well be locked in a battle of their own. As a matter of fact, they're currenly trying to find Polnareff now, so it's not completely out of the question.

So Pol tries to use Silver Chariot to drag himself out of the line of fire, except he's too slow, and Chariot isn't strong enough to move him around that easily. Cream has him cut off and he knows it.

Iggy tries to get up, but Polnareff warns him to stay down. After the beating he took from Ice, Iggy's in no shape to help anyone. If he uses his Stand again, it would probably kill him. But since there's no other option, Polnareff accepts defeat, and says farewell to Iggy.

Vanilla Ice emerges from Cream to survey his handiwork, when blood drips down from above, and it turns out to be Polnareff, held from the ceiling by the Fool. Iggy used the very last of his strength to pull Polnareff out of harm's way, but not only that. By holding him above like this, Vanilla Ice had no idea he was up there, and he had to get out into the open to find out.

And as Iggy dies, the Fool disintegrates and drops Polnareff down onto Ice... hard. Pol impales the asshole with his sword, then snaps his neck for good measure. He should be extra dead now... except...

... He's fine. While Polnareff mourns for Iggy, Ice rises up where he fell and tries to attack Pol again. But this time Polnareff is expecting him.

Pol strikes with Chariot before Cream can retreat into the other dimension. While Ice staggers back from the damage, Pol reveals that Ice must be a vampire like Dio. He figures that Dio must have given Ice some of his blood, which we saw at the beginning of this arc.

However, Polnareff reasons that he must have killed Ice's human body when he stabbed him in the mouth the first time. That's why Ice didn't die from the attack. And that makes sense, except I'm pretty sure Ice died when he cut off his own head. So I would assume he's been a vampire ever since, but maybe you have to get stabbed a few times before it really kicks in.

Anyway, the kicker is that Vanilla Ice seems to be the only one who didn't know he was a vampire now, so when his arm and leg fall apart in the sunlight, he has no idea what's happening to him. Pol goads him into attacking, then shoves him in front of all the holes he made in the wall.

Polnareff takes a moment to look outside, where he sees the ghosts of Avdol and Iggy looking back at him as they depart for the great beyond. Avdol gives him a ghostly fist bump, and Iggy... Well, the comic doesn't explicitly say that Iggy is farting on Avdol, but I think that's strongly implied. Rest In Power, gentlemen.

Polnareff tries to carry on. He still has to fight Dio after all of this, so he doesn't have time to mourn or cry, but the tears come all the same.

Oh, right the turtle! Yeah, so while all of this is going on, Joseph's wife, Suzie Q, has gone to Japan to visit her sick daughter. She acts all flighty and ditzy, classic Suzie Q. Ha ha, Part 2 rules.

Anyway, her chauffeur, Rosas, hasn't told her the truth about Holly's condition. The guy from the Speedwagon foundation who's with them thinks she deserves to know, but Rosas can't bring himself to tell.

Awesome shot of the Speedwagon guy holding the turtle like a baby. This turtle kicks ass. I know the Part 5 turtle gets way more screen-time, but the Part 3 turtle is pretty damn sweet.

Also, it always bothered me that Holly didn't get to keep her Stand at the end of this thing, because it looks badass. Imagine if the thorny vines surrounded her like armor. If it wasn't killing her right now, it'd be amazing.

Anyway, Rosas finally tries to come clean, but Suzie Q reveals she already knew something was wrong, even if she didn't know exactly what it was. They give her the brief details, and she's satisfied that Joseph and Jotaro are handling it. Suzie says her husband hasn't disappointed her once since they met in Italy 50 years ago. Uh..............................

Anyway, she goes to comfort Holly, and assures her that the family will be reunited again soon. Hey, where's Holly's husband been, anyway?

#jojo's bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #noriaki kakyoin #mohammed avdol #iggy #dio brando #suzie q #holly joestar kujo #rosas #vanilla ice #kenny g

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inkyclone99 · 6 months ago

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• Bloodied Heartstrings / Michaelis Bros AU •

Completely sane not even slightly odd AU

I don’t. Even know where to begin with this one.

I guess. Maybe like. Ok. I have this DioJona fic called Bloodied Heartstrings on ao3. It’s about Jonathan being revived as a woman by Dio, giving JoJo the body of a woman during SDC (JoJo in that is a trans lady but is still figuring it out)

This fic is kinda like how I like my taste of DJ. It’s fun with all the lil alts it has. Trans lady Jona supremacy. Dio is the ally

Anyway there is a lot here including the crossovers. Kuro makes some sense but I’m aware Star Wars is one hell of a stretch. So under the like Imma explain. It’s a LOT.

Ok. Let’s start from the very beginning.

Yes. The Joestars and Phantomhive are related. But it’s pretty distant enough they know each other but not that close. Claudia and George are cousins.

Mary Joestar is alive and well, because she is a vampire. Yes. She was turned by her own purchase, the mask. And when the carriage crashed, she got in a primal instinct of hunger due to all the blood, and to protect her son, she ran away. (And I hc she was the one that brought the star birthmark to the family, which is very convenient for the Joestars)

Now here is where crossover starts to kick. Dio is not Dario’s son.

He is Sebastian Michaelis’ son.

Eleanor (maiden name Michaelis) Brando married Dario, but she later on was sold by him to work at a meeting…said meeting of a cult. One that summoned Sebastian.

Out of everyone, he chose Eleanor cuz she was the purest (which in his vision, would make her more fun to corrupt and taste). She had very standards wishes, but the third one…she wanted a child.

She was over the age of a young maiden, and she was never able to bear Dario’s child. But she always wanted one.

So, for that, Sebastian gave her his child, later named Dio (because Sebas thinks he is so funny)

Sadly when Dio was 9, Eleanor got deadly sick, and by that point, Sebastian had no idea he had fallen in love with her, he didn’t understand those feelings. All those years with this odd family, he was never able to corrupt the nice soul of Eleanor Michaelis. So, when he devoured her soul, it tasted like splendidly sweet chocolate, which he hates to this day.

And sadly, he abandoned Dio after that. (Shame on you Sebastian) Dio was raised by Dario after that and we know how that goes.

JoJo canon goes JoJo canon, same old same old, Jonathan doesn’t know his gender yet all and all, marries Erina, gets killed by Dio

George II and Lisa Lisa get together, have Joseph, he dies and she disappears

Battle Tendency happens but with a twist: Caesar lives! And he and Joseph marry (don’t worry about homophobia world). Later they ask Suzi to be their surrogate and they have Holly!

Also to clean Joseph of being a cunt, Josuke is not actually a cheating baby…he is a accidental threesome baby. (CaeJose are bi4bi what can you do, lucky Tomoko)

Then my fanfic happens. BHS. Which, I KNOW, it’s not done yet I’m so sorry I’m so slow with it. But believe me, I have the end perfect in mind and I’m gonna spoil it. Sorry

Anyway, after being awaken (he never actually slept in the coffin) in “modern” times in Egypt, Dio revives Jonathan with a body that he always deserved, of a woman (who yes it’s Giorno’s shitty mom).

Fanfic happens fanfic happens they get together they fuck Jona gets pregnant.

Then, spoiler warning.

SDC happens. Dio was almost killed by Jotaro, but Jonathan got in the way and stopped everything (it will be cooler when written down trust)

No one dies too all Crusaders are fine. And it’s an awkward travel back to Japan

Because Dio does have a cure that doesn’t involve killing him and possibly Jona. The stand arrow

The stand arrow awakens Holly’s stand fully. Then Joseph is informed of a lil boy in Japan suffering the same thing as Holly. Realization hits the poor bastard and he sends the arrow to cure the boy

Also…yeah. JotaJona happens. Hear me out. They are so distant and at this point just not really related it’s FINE AJSBSKSNSKSJSKSJKSKSKS

I just really love this ship ok and I don’t have anyone else that I like to ship Jotaro with that much.

But first Giorno is born. He is actually a trans boy here just doesn’t reveal until later. Which is funny, cuz Jona was the last one to discover and understand too. And now she goes by she/her fully.

After some convincing and lil dates JotaJona also get together. Technically DioJotaJona Ofc but Dio and Jotaro still don’t really like each other. But they love Johanna (her new name), so they accept each other like a sitcom. A love triangle without the bottom one would say.

Then Jolyne is born, the most perfect descendant of Jonathan Joestar there could be in canon, is now her daughter. It’s poetic to me <33

And some time later the gen Z Jocelyn is born form DioJona. She is my lovely oc <33 more about her soon promise.

Now going to the Phantomhive fun. Grandpa Undertaker / Claudiataker canon. He hit that.

Anyway canon goes canon goes until the end cuz we have no clue how Kuro will end (though I’m certain it will end with Ciel dying as a child).

Here Undie is defeated and R!Ciel dies Fr this time. O!Ciel covers up saying he was an imposter. Then, he marries Ran-Mao (I have a fic about it, the only fic on ao3 without creepy Lau in the mix)

It’s my rarepair don’t judge me

Sebastian becomes merciful, letting Ciel have a full life before taking his life (he became a softie).

So, Ciel and Ran-Mao have twin girls: Claudia and Rachel. My girly Claudia becomes the Queen’s guarddog when Ciel is incapable of action, and Rachel goes on to have a family.

Years pass and nowadays we have Shiori Genpō. Yes. From the weird Kuro live action movie. She is CANON. And the current head of the Funtom company. (Also dating her maid who is descendant of Mey-Rin and Bard)

Oh and who is that plague doctor mask shinigami with oddily familiar eyes and hair color? Mmm I already spoiled enough here.

Ok. Now.

How the fuck Star Wars fits in this SHIT

Because like. JoJo and Black Butler. Odd. Sure. But somewhat fits in the same universe without contradictions. Mainly with Phantom Blood. (Jack the ripper being multiple killers would be canon here. JoJo Jack is the copycat)

But STAR WARS?

Isn’t that just the tism hyperfixation bullshit at it again?

…yes. But I also have an explanation to it…kinda.

Ok so. Earth is in the SW verse, but it’s SUPER distant from the Known Regions. Barely anyone knows about it and traveling there is almost impossible.

It is possible though, for supernatural beings.

Sebastian can travel around with portals he can create himself. It’s simple and fast.

After Ciel dies at 90s around of age, Sebastian has a lot of feelings to deal with. His love for Eleanor, his care for Ciel that allowed him to live longer…he needs to rediscover himself being more than a soul eating demon.

So, he travels around the galaxy.

Knowing new places, going in adventures, becoming a bounty hunter for funsies, stealing lightsabers and using them like child’s play without the need of the Force

One day, he meets Jango Fett. And Jango is SO IMPRESSED by this fuck ass Weirdo that he invites him to be a trainer in Kamino.

Sebastian goes why not and goes. But because of his abilities, the kaminoans are interested in using his blood to create an enhanced clone soldier, along with other blood donors for the rest of the experimental clone squad.

Sebastian, who is very conflicted with his humane feelings, accepts it. And even if the clone child only has like 10% of his blood just for his enhanced senses, he sees the clone child as his son.

And that son is Hunter.

Sadly, the kaminoans forbid him of interacting with Hunter, because of attachments and bs. While the other boys’ blood donors don’t give a shit, Sebastian does, and sneaks in to have some time with baby Hunter all thanks to Omega, who Hunter later adopts.

During the battle of Kamino in TCW, Sebastian protects Hunter and his brothers from the droids, and then…he disappears. He goes back to Earth.

Because he knew he wouldn’t be able to leave Hunter if he returned to him after That Day. He’d steal Hunter and raise him for the mistakes he did.

Yet. He once again abandoned a child. Because he lives in conflict.

Years later, after SDC ending, Sebastian reconnects with Dio (it’s VERY HARD as it SHOULD be), and then contacts with Hunter again (who is less hard Ofc, actually Sebas was his idol even without knowing their relation)

And there we have it. Ofc when it comes to Hunter the AU differs depending on which ship and kids I have with him lol. But the Earth part is mostly the same in all.

…so. Yeah.

There we have it. My fucking, weird ass AU. I know it’s a lot. It’s strange. Some would say bizarre. But it’s my baby AU.

I love it. I will most likely reference it a LOT. I might pin this too.

So. Yeah. Lol. Now you have context for my other post with Dio and Hunter lol

ALSO SUPER IMPORTANT FACT: Sebastian is Japanese (Yuta Furukawa) so both Dio and Hunter are hafus hehe

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orphetoon · 1 year ago

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Different person, I desire info on the ace attorney au

HI SORRY THIS IS LIKE A MONTH OLD AT THIS POINT

idk if i'll ever do more art bc when will i ever be interested in jjba AND aa at the same time again but just for you. the rough timeline of the entire au

PART 1: PHANTOM ATTORNEY

basically phantom blood but without vampires. jonathan is a defense attorney, the assistant switches between erina and speedwagon; first case is probably defending speedwagon. zeppeli isn't a hamon user here, but rather a spirit medium who gives jonathan some training. jonathan can't actually talk to ghosts, his ability is probably more similar to apollo's; maybe he can sense someones spirit 'wavering', aka when they're unsure.

main antagonist is dio, who is the opposing attorney. he's done a lot of shit he's never gotten caught for, but jonathan manages to reveal his crimes in the final case. dio gets sentenced to death, rip king.

PART 2: uh. battle tendency doesn't happen here.

idk how long it would've taken someone to get executed back in ye olde england times but for this au its long enough for jonathan to have at least two kids. one of these is george ii (joseph's dad), the other will create a branch family (aka giornos gotta exist somehow)

shortly after dio's execution, he forms as a vengeful spirit and is able to forcibly possess jonathan and kill him. dio's a bitch tho and continues to possess joestars whenever possible, but due to uh. reasons? he's not able to kill the next generation of joestars until they have had their own kids. deciding that going after the whole lineage would be tiring, dio just decides to focus on joseph and his descendants.

PART 3: jotaro fucks up

joseph manages to spirit train well enough that dio can't possess him or whatever, and lives a long life. holly manages to avoid him as well. jotaro was on the track to be strong enough to shut dio out, but decided to be an idiot 17 year old and try to banish dio for good. by some means both he and dio fail at their goals, and jotaro is stuck with dio...not really possessing him, but giving running commentary 24/7. joots tries to live with it for awhile, but the thought that dio could eventually succeed in possessing him and hurting those around him (aka baby jolyne) causes him to distance himself from everyone.

PART 4: AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

apologies to josuke for stealing his part number.

anyway. almost completely unrelated to all that, pannacotta fugo is a prodigy prosecuting attorney who has one of the highest success rates in the country. he has a found family sort of thing with the rest of bucci's gang, who he's all advised on legal matters at some point. they (sans fugo) run a restaurant; this isn't important at all to the au, i just like the idea. anyway, fugo's life is pretty good, until.

giorno fucking giovanna.

he arrives out of nowhere and quickly becomes the best defense in the country, even tho he's younger than fugo (both of them are too young to be attorneys, but this is aa). doesn't matter if his client is clearly guilty, giorno can get them off the hook (he only takes clients he believes should be seen as innocent, but giorno has his own interesting moral system). these two idiots battle it out in the courtroom, until bucciarati is framed for a murder.

unable to defend him, fugo turns to the only person he can, giorno. giorno completely clears bucci's name, unraveling the truth of the case - aka taking down diavolo, who's organized most of the crimes in this 'game'. since trish is the assistant for this game, she becomes kinda the main character during the final case lol. either way diavolo goes to jail, and both gio and trish are sort of folded into the bucci gang.

PART 5: GHOSTS ARE REAL

the second 'game' would be giorno with jolyne as an assistant; he clears her from the vehicular manslaughter and both of them resolve to solve the conspiracy behind it (it's pucci. pucci's behind it). josuke is here as a side character, being a police detective

the final case involves revealing pucci's crimes and jolyne finding a way to free her father from dio's spirit. no universe reset here lads :)

50/50 onto whether giorno finds out he's actually related to the joestars or not. he still bills them either way

PART 6: feedback investigations

fugo gets his own games but idk a whole lot about the investigations games so uh! lets just say its normal aa shenanigans with the purple haze feedback characters in there as well

#god this is so long #i did NOT reread this. if there are any logical errors no there aren't #jjba #jjba ace attorney au #ask

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aquietlifesblog · 8 months ago

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Ravening Wolves (Dio x F!Reader) 13/?

"When it's all over," he breathes, "when I stand supreme, and am no longer a slave to fate... I shall show you heaven..."

At long last, the time has come to set your grand scheme in motion: the elimination of Jotaro Kujo and Dio's glorious resurrection. The Age of Heaven is near, and you won't let the Joestars stop you—no matter how hard they fight. You've defied fate and death for Dio. Perhaps one day you'll tell him how you feel. A sequel to 'Hungry Eyes.'

Read on AO3 Note: This chapter includes explicit content

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Chapter 13: Lovefool

Giorno's demands hang heavy in the air, his gaze unwavering as he awaits an answer. Josuke, however, shifts uneasily, his suspicion of Giorno evident from the furrow of his brow.

"Look, kid, you don't need to get mixed up in this," he finally responds, his tone cautious yet firm. "If you don't know who your father is, it's probably better that way." But Giorno refuses to back down, his determination evident from the set of his jaw.

"Tell me," Giorno insists, stepping closer to Josuke, blocking his path. Giorno wants answers, and Josuke understands that desire all too well. In Giorno, he sees the same yearning he once harbored—a thirst for truth, for understanding. He sees his determination etched into every line of his face, the resolve that burns bright in his eyes, and he can't deny the earnestness of Giorno's plea.

But he knows the truth about the boy's father, he knows the dark legacy he carries and he knows the danger that lurks within the shadows of Dio's influence, the peril that awaits anyone who dares to entangle themselves in his web. So, in the end, Josuke makes a decision—a decision born out of a desire to protect Giorno from the darkness that would consume him otherwise.

The distant hum of airport activity feels completely at odds with the intensity of the moment.

"I'm sorry, Giorno," Josuke says softly, his voice heavy with the weight of his words. “You’re better off not knowing."

And with that, Josuke turns away, his heart heavy with the burden of the secret he carries. He knows he has disappointed the younger boy, but in doing so, he hopes to spare him from the same fate that befell his own family. But as he takes that first step, he feels a nudge from Hol Horse and sees the silent question in the cowboy's eyes.

‘Are you sure?’

And, for a moment, Josuke does waver—uncertainty flickers behind his eyes. But his own resolve wins in the end and Josuke nods.

He trusts his instincts, and his gut tells him that this is the right path to take.

“At least tell me if he’s alive,” Giorno demands.

“He’s dead,” Josuke tells him because it will be true soon enough, he thinks.

Giorno's eyes narrow slightly at Josuke's response. He knows Josuke is lying, and can sense the deception woven into his words like a thread of silk, but he chooses not to press the issue further.

“Listen…Dio may be your father but he’s not someone you should look up to. He doesn't deserve your admiration."

So, with a heavy heart, Josuke turns to leave, his footsteps mixing in with that of the crowd. Hol Horse follows close behind, his expression unreadable as they make their way. Neither seems to notice the tiny ladybug that lands on Josuke's shoulder, its delicate wings fluttering in the wind.

And as Josuke and Hol Horse depart, Giorno's mind drifts back to his childhood, to the streets teeming with danger and desperation. He recalls the gangster he rescued, a man whose name he never learned but whose presence loomed large within his memories.

Though the gangster was undoubtedly a product of the criminal underworld, Giorno couldn't help but admire his strength and resilience. In a city where survival often meant embracing the darkness within, the gangster served as a silent guardian, offering Giorno a semblance of protection in a world where he had none.

‘He doesn't deserve your admiration.’

Josuke's words echo in Giorno's mind, a reminder of the harsh reality of his upbringing. In a place like Napoli, where corruption and violence reign supreme, bad men are often the only ones with any semblance of power or influence. And while Giorno understands the inherent danger of idolizing such figures, he can't deny the allure of their strength and authority. Who else had the power to change things? Who else could make the world a better place?

Having a powerful ally like Dio could prove invaluable.

Thus, through a combination of luck, sticky fingers, sheer force of will, and the power of internal biases, Giorno manages to convince the workers he has been separated from his brother just ahead.

“The one with the hair,” he makes a forward motion just over his head, mimicking the shape of Josuke’s pompadour.

He shows a different set of workers the plane ticket he lifted from some unsuspecting couple, is declared an unaccompanied minor, and is ushered into a first-class seat soon after.

It takes a moment, but Giorno settles into his lofty surroundings, taking in the scent of expensive perfume and freshly brewed coffee that lingers in the air. He marvels at the polished wood accents and the gentle glow of the overhead lights, feeling a sense of displacement amid such luxury. But Giorno slips into the role of a confident traveler with ease, exchanging polite nods and casual smiles with his fellow passengers. He keeps his demeanor calm and collected, concealing the nervous energy that churns within him. As the flight attendants bustle about, attending to the needs of the other passengers, Giorno leans back in his seat, his mind racing with thoughts of the journey ahead. He knows the decision to follow Josuke is the right one, a gut instinct drives him forward despite the uncertainty of what lies ahead.

His mother and stepfather won't notice he's gone, or rather, they won't care that he's boarded an international flight to Florida.

So, as the plane taxis down the runway and lifts into the air, Giorno closes his eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of his breathing. With each passing mile, he feels the weight of his decision begin to slip away, and as he looks out the window, out toward the vast expanse of sky stretching out before him, he feels a grand sense of purpose.

For better or for worse, he's committed to seeing this through, to uncovering the truth behind his father's identity and forging his own path in the world.

He wonders what sort of man Dio truly is.

“Vanilla Ice,” Dio stands before the mirror in his opulent chambers, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm hue across his skin. The scent of sandalwood incense hangs thick in the air as he turns to face his loyal servant. "Assist me.”

With practiced precision, Vanilla Ice helps Dio don his jewelry, relishing the opportunity to be so close to his lord. Each piece—earrings, bracelets, and so many rings—is carefully placed with meticulous care.

Vanilla Ice takes this opportunity to let his touch linger a moment longer than necessary, savoring his contact with Dio's smooth skin. Each brush of his hand against Dio sends shivers down his spine, fueling a longing for something more.

He yearns to kiss Dio’s hand, to show his reverence and devotion. But just as Vanilla Ice begins to lose himself in his fantasies, Dio's voice interrupts his solemn reverie.

"It seems I have a 'date' tonight," Dio announces with a sly expression, his eyes sparkling with mischievous glee.

Vanilla Ice tears himself away from his fantasies and his heart skips a beat at the revelation. A mix of emotions begins to flood through him: longing, envy, concern. He also wonders about you, and how poorly you would take such news.

He would help you, he thinks, hunt down this person and end their life—so long as Dio did not forbid him.

But Dio's laughter fills the room then, a melodious sound that echoes off the walls. There's a playful edge to Dio's demeanor, a blend of mockery and affection.

"There’s no need for you to worry yourself, Ice. It would appear as though your friend has arranged this ‘date’ as a reward for me," Dio remarks, his tone dripping with amusement. "She is indeed quite grateful that Midler is no longer sulking around the estate by daylight. I am to meet her after midnight." Though Dio, ever the egotist, pays little heed to time's constraints. He knows that when he arrives, you will welcome him with open arms regardless of the hour.

With those words, Vanilla Ice's initial tension ebbs away; he knows your presence brings his Lord joy, and he knows that your happiness is intricately tied to Dio's as well, and he would do anything to ensure both of you remain happy.

So he nods in response, a serene expression settling over his features.

"I am glad to hear it, my Lord," Vanilla Ice says, his voice steady and composed.

“You’ll ensure we aren’t disturbed tonight won’t you?”

"Yes, you won't be disturbed."

“Good,” Dio praises, his voice smooth as velvet.

The sensation of Dio's closeness will linger in Ice's his memories, the feeling of his breath ghosting over his skin as he leaned in close.

"I trust only you to ensure the privacy of our affair." Vanilla Ice's chest swells with pride at the compliment. And Dio's keen gaze lingers upon him, his sharp amber eyes searching, assessing. And then, with a delicate touch, he twirls a strand of Ice's hair between his fingers, a gesture that feels intimate and electrifying all at once.

“I know you won’t fail me, Ice.” Dio's gaze lingers upon him his sharp eyes piercing through the darkness to lock onto the figure before him. "You never do." There's a hunger in those eyes, a primal longing that resonates deep within his soul. He knows that tonight could be the night, the night he finally gets what he desires from both Vanilla Ice and you.

As the seconds slip away, Dio finds himself unable to ignore the desperation emanating from his favorite servant. The tension between them crackles in the air, palpable and electric.

Vanilla Ice looks so helpless, he thinks, so utterly at Dio's mercy, and yet there's a fierce determination burning within him that Dio finds intoxicating.

“Though it still strikes me as...unfair. I’ve yet to reward you for the part you played in this.”

“I do not need any reward,” he reiterates his words from the previous night. “But I will be glad to accept anything you wish to bestow upon me.”

“Ah, Vanilla Ice, always so dutiful.” Dio’s lips curl into a wicked gleam, one that fails to reach his beautiful amber eyes. With a graceful twist of his fingers, Dio releases his hair, allowing it to fall back into place behind his shoulder.

“I’m certain you’ll be pleased with what I plan to arrange."

You wait. The air is heavy with the fragrance of roses, and a bottle of vintage red wine glistens in the soft candlelight, nestled between two crystal glasses, their delicate stems catching the flicker of the flames. Anticipation mounts as time ticks by, and you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of thought. Will Dio appreciate the effort you've put into this? Will he be pleased with the romantic gesture you've arranged? Or would he laugh and call you sentimental?

Despite the uncertainty, you remain composed, your demeanor serene as you await his arrival. You knew he’d be late.

When he does arrive, he does so with a flourish—having traveled through stopped time to appear beside you in his dramatic way.

"You’re late-” But before you can finish your playful remark, Dio's lips are upon yours. He kisses you with a hunger that sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire that burns with desire and silences your words.

Suddenly, your senses are overwhelmed by the taste of him, the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his touch. You like to think he appreciated the romantic atmosphere. Because, as the night unfolds, the air between you crackles with an undeniable tension, thick with desire and anticipation.

Patience, you remind yourself as heated glances and tender touches fill the space between you. Patience, you remind yourself as you settle on the chaise, where Dio's fingers trail along the curve of your jaw and your hand traces the contours of his chest.

“Thank you, for keeping your promise to me.” The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning and emotion as you gaze into Dio's eyes, sharing a moment of quiet understanding.

“Had I known you were so generous, I would have considered kindness much sooner,” he jokes.

“I suggest, then, you be kind to me now.” You kiss him, and the luxurious silks of your gown are soon lifted above your thighs, and his clothes are forgotten in a golden pool beside the chaise, left to shimmer beside a now half-empty bottle of wine.

The outside world fades away, leaving only the scent of the candles and the rich taste of wine that passes between your lips.

You lay back against the cushions and Dio leans forward, his eyes sharp and dark with desire. His fingers trail down your body, teasing and tantalizing as they move closer and closer to the places that beg for his touch. You arch into him, and he leans in, his lips trailing fire along your skin as they move down your neck and collarbone.

You can feel his hardness against you, and your heart races as you imagine him inside of you, imagine everything you planned for this night to be.

So it’s with reluctance that you urge your body away.

“Running away, are you?” Dio protests, drawing you close so his lips move against yours as he whispers, “After what you started?" Dio likes you like this, half-clothed and pressed against him, his name drawn from your lips like a prayer. His hands skim over your hips, teasing you with every passing moment.

“I simply want to do this right,” you tell him, voice breathless and low.

“I wasn't aware we were doing it wrong," he scoffs, his typical arrogance resurfacing. But you see longing in his eyes, a need that has consumed him since the night began.

“Hush,” you tell him, “no more words.” You don't expect him to comply as you lead him from the chaise and seat him back against the bed, your fingers tangled with his as you climb on top, straddling his hips on the bed.

“This isn't how our relationship works,” he speaks in a voice rough with desire. But you know he doesn't want to stop, not when he can feel your heat against him, not when he can smell your arousal in the air.

“Perhaps that's what you believe, but this is how I want it to work tonight.”

Dio's lips twitch into a smirk at your declaration.

"Such bold words from the woman I taught," he retorts, hands gripping your hips as you glide back and forth along his cock, teasing him as he so often teases you. The pleasure builds like ripples in water, passing back and forth between you, growing. “Very bold indeed.” His fingers dig into your skin, leaving marks that would have stayed with you for days had you been human.

“Yes, you taught me many things," you concede, a wry smile gracing your lips. "But that doesn't mean I have to follow your every command. This is my reward to you, after all. We shall do this my way or not at all.”

"I preferred you as a virgin," he scoffs. "So docile, a bud in need of my touch to bloom."

You roll your eyes but take his words for what they are: a petty need to assert some semblance of control. Yet still, you can't help but feel a rush of heat at the memory of the first night you shared together, recalling how he touched you, how you explored each other's bodies for the first time. You remember how it felt to lose yourself in his arms, to give yourself to his passion and desire.

It's been over 100 years, and you feel that same desire now. Despite the countless times you’ve been together since, your body still aches for his touch.

“I would think you’d prefer me well blossomed,” you remark.

“Perhaps…” Dio's smirk only widens. “We shall do this ‘your way,' but I expect that you will pay me ‘kindness’ in return.” Dio decides and aligns the head of his cock to your dripping cunt, impatient to begin again in earnest.

“I intend to be very ‘kind’ to you tonight, Dio.” You promise, lowering yourself onto him.

You release a shuttered breath and shut your eyes as you take every inch of him inside you. Your muscles squeeze around him, the slick flesh gripping him tight. He doesn't care to give you time to adjust to the sensation.

"You wanted this...now move."

You do. You move slowly at first, gliding up and down his length, using his shoulders as leverage.

"That's it...good girl," Dio groans and squeezes your ass, squeezing you closer to him, guiding your movements to his liking as he demands you, "move faster" and thrusts his hips to meet your quickened pace.

Dio's voice is like heaven to you, a low, husky tone that fills the room with grunts and groans of pleasure that mingle with your own.

"Dio," you moan his name. "Dio, please."

"Please what?"

"Touch me."

And just like that, Dio's hands are everywhere once again: caressing your skin, teasing your nipples, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You let everything else fade away, feeling lost in sensations of ecstasy and bliss as the bed groans and moves beneath you. You want to scream his name again and again, the name of the man who damned you to hell and promised you heaven.

"Dio!"

“You take me so well…as if you were made for me,” you can feel his breath quickening against your neck. “You were made for me, weren't you?” he whispers, “you need me, don’t you? Like a flower needs rain.”

There was a certain familiarity to his words, words you shared in confidence, words you knew meant something far deeper than his usual prattling.

'I love Dio as a flower loves the rain.'

Yet, caught in the throes of pleasure, your sex-addled mind fails to make a reasonable connection. Instead, all you do is agree.

“Yes…yes…yes!” You moan as you continue to move together. You would agree with anything at that moment, so long as he doesn’t stop fucking you. And he doesn't, of course. Not until you reach the height of your pleasure and his body tightens beneath you.

"I want to feel you," he grunts, "will you come for me?" His voice, soft and low and goading, sends your body over the edge.

"Good girl," he continues, "my beautiful flower."

Trembling, you let a stream of gasps and moans as you tumble over the edge, into a pool of dreamy bliss. Your whole body feels alive now as if brought to life by electric kisses.

You fall forward but Dio's grip on you tightens, holding you close until his hips shudder, and he joins you in your ecstasy.

“Dio I…” you whisper, your voice breathless as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You know this is love because this is what love feels like.

You look up at him, his eyes meet yours, and a small smile graces his lips—a smile, not his typical smirk, but something softer.

"I suppose you were right," he says, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "I do prefer you like this." And you can't help but smile back at him, feeling a warmth in your heart only he can bring forward.

You reach up, your fingers tracing the lines of his face.

"I…I prefer this too," you reply, leaning in to kiss him.

Dio's arms wrap around you, guiding you back against the mattress, reclaiming his position on top. He isn't finished yet. He's isn't satisfied (he's never satisfied). There are many hours in the day, after all, and you’ve yet to repay his ‘kindness’ in full.

It doesn’t take long for him to grow hard again, his cock still nestled in the tight heat of your dripping cunt.

Because as much as he enjoys this, as much as he loves you, there is something else he wants now—something he refuses to wait for any longer.

Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting soft golden hues across the estate.

The servants quietly rise to begin their work, all knowing it was best not to disturb the Lady, the Lord, or Master Vanilla Ice—who, some whisper, was last seen outside the Lady’s chambers late the previous night.

‘Was she not with the Lord?’

‘Perhaps he was safeguarding their privacy.’

‘He joined them, no doubt!’

‘Don’t be ridiculous!’

‘It isn’t outside the realm of possibility.’

‘There’s no way.’

‘We’ve seen how the Lord and Lady are with him. Oh, if only that could be me.’

'No, me!'

“Get back to work!” The idle gossip of the staff is cut short by Layla’s command. “It is not your place to speculate.”

The workers fall silent and that silence only grows as Father Pucci makes his rounds. An early riser, despite the late hours he sometimes keeps, Pucci’s mere presence keeps things running smoothly. He’s a friend and confidant of Lord DIO, after all, a figure of authority.

That is why, sometime after 2 PM he descends into the basement, where a sense of unease permeates the air.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Pucci greets the stand users under Dio’s control — Jotaro Kujo, Okuyasu Nijimura, and Koichi Hirose — his voice echoing in the confined space. "I trust you've been attending to your tasks diligently."

Koichi’s eyes are worried as Okuyasu makes clumsy mistakes and petty arguments occasionally stir between the two. Jotaro, however, exhibits a quiet rage, one hidden by his stoic facade.

It seems the Flesh Buds only marginally suppress the host's personality.

“Uh, I think this is right,” Okuyasu speaks up, lifting a bundle of white cloth.

Pucci offers a tight-lipped smile and begins to inspect their work, offering the occasional word of encouragement as he assesses the progress they make with their menial chores:

Using Star Platinum's acute senses, Jotaro sifts through countless diamonds with unmatched precision, discarding those with even the slightest flaw. The intensity of Jotaro's concentration is truly a wonder, as his fingers bear deep imprints from the relentless task.

Meanwhile, Okuyasu and Koichi diligently wash bundles of white fabric by hand, their movements methodical and precise.

Okuyasu had been overzealous, quite liberal with the bleach that now wrinkles his fingers. Pucci then assigned him to a different duty, the simple task of carrying heavy bundles of silk and lace up the stairs.

At Dio’s behest, the raw materials would be given to a man Pucci selected as a vessel for the stand ‘Vercace Vercace,’ which he retrieved two years prior from a dying man in Italy.

“All should be done within the next four days,” he informs them and ascends the old wooden stairs.

Pucci shuts the basement door behind him and, just as he intends to return to his chambers for quiet prayer, notices a group of servants gathered in hushed conversation near the bottom of the primary stairwell. Their murmurs and whispers drift up to him, mingling with the ambient sounds of the estate. Pucci raises a brow at their apparent lack of diligence, silently admonishing them for indulging in idle chatter while their duties await.

Ignoring the servants, Pucci's attention is drawn to a figure stationed like a sentinel near the door. Cool J, Pucci knows him as, the man you trust to uphold security since you left 'Mirror Mirror's' user to protect your English home.

“Father Pucci,” Cool J's tentative voice calls out, seeking permission to speak.

“Yes?” Cool J is a formidable presence, with a height and build that could nearly match that of Vanilla Ice, yet his demeanor betrays a hint of apprehension. As he steps forward, Pucci can sense his unease, a subtle tension that hangs in the air like a heavy shroud.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but an intruder is lingering outside the estate—a young lady, it seems, with blond hair."

Pucci’s brows furrow slightly at the mention of the intruder, his mind immediately racing to assess the situation. This wasn't the first time the estate had seen an unwelcome guest — he was told of the woman who lingered before—but the appearance of a new interloper piqued his curiosity.

“The same woman as before?”

“No. It seems to be a young lady.” Cool J clarifies unhelpfully.

“'Seems' to be?”

“Yes.” He nods. “The mistress should be alerted but…” He did not think it wise to disturb your rest. “We are prepared to strike if necessary. However, I would rather not harm a civilian. How shall we proceed?”

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention," Pucci replies, his tone composed yet firm. "I'll handle it from here."

Cool J nods in acknowledgment.

“I will have Johngalli A stand down for the time being.”

"Yes, leave it to me.” A faint smile tugs at the corners of Pucci's lips. He appreciated diligence, but this young lady may not be a threat. And besides, he thinks, he would hate to cause a scene and invite unwelcome attention.

Giorno weaved through the crowd of sleepy travelers. Though the clock read 1:29 PM, his body felt as though it were night and no amount of sleep could correct that. Nevertheless, his senses attuned to the faint presence of the ladybug he placed on Josuke. It was a subtle connection, a thread of energy that tugged at his consciousness, guiding him through the corridors of the Orlando International Airport, a truly bustling place. T

The atmosphere was loud, the crowd dense and the air was thick with the scent of coffee, oranges, and hot food wafting from nearby restaurants and vendors.

Moving discreetly through the crowd, his fingers deftly plucked the money from unsuspecting purses and wallets. He would need it more than them, he reasons. Though, as he searched for the correct gate, his attention was drawn to a woman with blond hair accompanied by a girl, no older than 6 or 7 years old.

The child's pigtails, butterfly hair clips, and vibrant green hair stood out amidst the sea of travelers, her innocent curiosity on full display as she chattered excitedly with her mother.

“Will Daddy be home soon?”

"I'm sure he'll be back before we know it, Jolyne. Did you enjoy your visit with Grandma Holly?"

"Yes! When can we go back to Japan?"

Giorno's gaze lingered on them for a moment.

The woman would be an easy mark, too distracted by her daughter to notice him brush by her purse. And yet...he couldn't bring himself to target the two of them. Instead, he melted back into the crowd, following close behind another group of Italian tourists as they marched by a lone airport security officer.

With each step, the pull toward Josuke grew stronger, like an invisible magnetic force. But there was something else too, another presence. This force was a subtle undercurrent, one that whispered promises of purpose and destiny. That, he thought, was the path he needed to take.

So he turned away from Josuke, who searched the crowd again and again, convinced someone was watching him, and deliberately merged with the flow of passengers moving toward the eastern gate. Josuke and his companion moved west, toward the exit with travelers bound for Disney World. And, eventually, Giorno stepped out into the balmy Florida air. The humidity was awful.

Nevertheless, he scanned the bustling streets. His careful gaze flitted from one passerby to another, searching for any sign of Josuke.

He felt like the protagonist of a movie, torn between two callings. There was still time to catch up with Josuke, but whatever else called out to him felt stronger, closer to him yet somehow far away. It was a sensation unlike anything he experienced before, a pulsating rhythm that echoed the cadence of his own heartbeat. That is the call that led him onward.

He grabbed a map from a stand just outside the exit and traced a path toward the eastern horizon, the direction he was sure the pull was coming from. Then, he hailed a passing taxi and climbed into the back seat.

The driver glanced at him curiously, no doubt wondering why a child was traveling alone.

"Toward John F. Kennedy Space Center, please," he requested, naming the most notable landmark in that particular direction. “I can tell you the way when we get closer.”

“You planning on going to space?” The driver jokes, noting his young age and thick Italian accent.

“Not exactly.” Giorno shakes his head, “I’ll be meeting my father.”

The taxi pulled away from the curb, the rhythmic hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop to Giorno's thoughts.

And as the taxi sped toward its destination, his resolve only strengthened, his determination unwavering in the face of the unknown.

#dio brando x reader #dio x reader #dio brando #dio

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princelylove · 2 years ago

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Omg sameee, I love delusion yandere too, there are something so charming about them. Do you have any jojo characters list for top most delusion yandere?

Btw this is a little to weird to say out loud but last night I had a dream about Gyro after I read your writing for him. Actually I have never really interested in Gyro, I read your writing because I just love how you analyze character. So in the dream, he act quite like how you describe him, I remember there are me, Johnny and Gyro sitting around the fire at night. I was talking about how I adore Mountain Tim and how gentleman he is and Gyro jealous. He said he can also be like that and start to get closer to me despite my effort to push him away, he even pin me down and start kissing me?! (I don't remember much what happened after, I guess I just wake up). Funny is that Johnny just sitting there, staring, maybe he just don't know how to react or just doesn't care at all.

I think Gyro is also belong to the delusion yandere type, I just feel like he fit in this category. Your opinion?

~ 🏵️ anon ~

They’re very cute. They’re fun to write for- someone who fully believes they’re not doing anything wrong is dangerous.

So sorry for laughing at Johnny just sitting there- the visual of him just sipping his drink and giving you the equivalent of ‘damn that’s crazy’ is objectively hilarious. I disagree with Gyro being delusional, but he definitely has jealousy issues. Talking to someone else/talking about someone else in front of him is an awful move, how could you, anon.

As for the characters I think are very delusional… here’s a short list with some elaborations below.

Narciso, Jotaro, Diego, DIO but it’s kind of warranted he literally has a cult, Yukako, F.F., Enrico.

Narciso fully believes you’re already dating, and bound to be married. His mind skipped the entire courting process and went right to “mine.” despite only knowing you for a few seconds- and you weren’t even really talking to him. If you don’t like him, that’s alright! He can change his sex and body type via his stand to your liking, it really doesn’t matter to him, as long as you’re happy. He can’t help but smile and talk to you affectionately- he doesn’t hide the way he scowls and glares at everyone else, though. You’re special, because you’re his. Don’t forget, okayy? He doesn’t mind reminding you when you make little mistakes- please don’t sip from other people’s drinks, he doesn’t want your saliva to mix.. Don’t hug other people, even if it’s family, they don’t deserve your dead skin cells rubbing off on them and he wants only his scent to be on you. But anything above that, like kissing someone else, or claiming to have another lover… isn’t advised.

Jotaro is under the belief that you need him to protect you and you’ll drop dead the second he looks away. It doesn’t really matter if you’re strong, or if you think you can handle yourself. As long as stands exist, everyone stands a fighting chance of offing you- even if you have your own. Jotaro feels strong protective urges for his darling very early on in the relationship- even if his darling is still under the assumption that he doesn’t like talking to them. Even if his darling isn't physically weak, he doesn't really trust that. It's not reassuring. The only thing that is reassuring for Jotaro is the mental image of his darling safe and sound- locked up somewhere only he knows about.

F.F. is still learning about the world. They don’t really know what the word “dating” or “marriage” means, or why you seem so averse to doing it with them, but they’re down if it means they get to spend more time with you! They're delusional and obsessive, but not quite possessive or protective. F.F. just wants to be around you, and they don’t really know why! They just assume you’re in a bad mood when you try to push them away- “Oh! Oh! We’re playing?? I love this game, shove me again!!! Your hands are so soft, I wanna eat ‘em!” … They mean well, really. Your distress is always taken as something they can’t control- yeah, their darling just breaks down sobbing when they get handsy with them, no reason.

#cw dubcon if you squint #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere narciso anasui #yandere foo fighters #yandere f.f.#request granted #🏵️ anon

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cassyapper · 1 year ago

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i am so curious about your pucci thoughts...

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS ASK OH MY FUCKING GOD my life has been crazy lately but still i am So Sorry

okay so basically i love pucci we have to kill him. here is a list of my thoughts in no particular order

he makes me so ill like genuinely he is one of the most well written jojo characters ever and DEFINITELY the most well written villain. like holy shit. i think a lot about how weather said the evilest of people are those who think they are good and how that relates to pucci oh my GOD it makes me sick. pucci like many villains are a "ends justify the means" kinda guy like while he was cruel at many points i truly think he was jsut like, yes this is a moment of weakness but it wont matter because im going to fix it. i think aobut how he really thought he was going to save everyone. he was going to save perla. he was going to save dio. he was going to save himself. and thinking baout things from his side, like, oh my god. dio was his only friend. we the audience know that dio groomed him (not necessarily sexually but still grooming) and even though dio did seem to grow to truly care for pucci, he didnt care enough to not use him for his plan to restart the world -- but PUCCI didnt know that. im sure he had inklings and feelings like he's not NAIVE, im sure he KNEW dio was using him at SOME point, but it wouldnt change the fact dio still eventually saw him and was his friend either way. it wouldnt change the fact that he would do this one thing for his only friend, even if his only friend BECAME his friend in the first place just to make him fulfill this task. god dio and pucci's relationship is so insane i hate hate hate that people boil it down to just shipping LIKE THERE WAS RESENTMENT THERE WAS ANGER THERE WAS SO MUCH LOVE AND HALF OF IT WAS LOVE FOR WHAT THE OTHER COULD DO FOR HIM INSTEAD OF JUST HIM HIMSELF . LIKE FUCK'S SAKE im sick of ppl putting a romantic spin on everything and YES this is half me being aromatnic but also COME ON. and that's not even getting into the fact dio and pucci's relationship is supposed to parallel jolyne and jotaro's/jolyne and jonathan's. but anyway

god he loved his sister so much man it makes me sick he jsut wanted her safe man. after everything....i choose to believe his final thoughts were of perla. it's why he was begging for everything he did to have meant SOMETHING -- please let if have meant perla got a good life in whatever universe the world will end up in. i like to believe she did. he won't be there to see it. oh god he wont be there ot see it. fuck. maybe that was for the best in his mind anyway

his drama and tragedy aside he's also the funniest guy in the entire world. why the hell is a catholic priest wearing gucci. well i guess that answers the question but still. he is so fucking funny he is not even subtle about it he is LITERALLY like EOUGH DONT TOUCH MY EXPENSIVE DESIGNER PANTS and then he kicks a cop to his death for it. he's so fucking funny i love him so much. i love that whitesnake is independent enough to have its own personality and he and pucci get into spats sometimes OS FUCKING FUNNY. MFW I ARGUE WITH MY OWN SOUL.

also my disdain for shipping culture aside i cannot deny that pucci is a homophobic homosexual. he and jotaro totally banged a couple times and awkwardly called it off when pucci first sees jotaro's birthmark and he's like oh no. SO FUCKING FUNNY

ugh sorry i jsut want to go back to this point he's so smart he's so Aware of how people work and connect he's always had a fine sense for it (do you believe in gravity...) OUGH like there's no WAY HE DIDN'T KNOW DIO WAS USING HIM BUT HE STILL LOVED DIO AND I THINK BEYOND THAT. I THINK HE TRUY BELIEVED WHAT DIO WAS SAYING. I THINK HE TRULY BELIEVED OKAY EVEN IF DIO HAS HIS OWN MOTIVES HERE, THIS END IS JSUT. SO I WILL KEEP FOLLWOING ALONG. LIKE. I. i truly think he thought this would save everyone, especially perla. ohuogh my god PUCCIIIIIIIIIIIII

in short, he makes me sick we have to kill him. i like him a lot

#cass cries

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kishibedefender · 4 months ago

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3 AM

It's been 3 weeks since the death of Yoshikage Kira, and for someone, their actions just sank in.

SORRY EVERYONE IM PUTTING MY BLORBO IN A SITUATION I GOT INSPIRED ON THE TRAIN

JJBA OC: Jade Sato-Stephens (P4)

It was far too late to be calling collect, and Jade knew that. It was way too dark outside to be at this payphone, her friends would kill her if they found out she had stepped outside, clad in nothing but a tank top and loose sweatpants at, "2:47 AM," she hummed.

Jade Sato-Stephens needed to make a phone call. A private one that she couldn't risk her mother overhearing.

3 weeks ago, she had killed a man. Her former next-door neighbor, a serial killer targeting this town since she and her newfound group had been children. The killer had sprung up, and began to kill again, using a magical power he had been granted years prior.

No one outside of that select group knew what she had done. Normal people didn't even see how she did it.

To them, it was nothing more than a terrible, brutal accident that left the poor newcomer shell shocked, as she had stood right in front of it when it happened. But to the group of stand users behind her, it had been the work of this newcomer's own stand, granted by the very father of the person she just brutally murdered.

Squished him. Flattened him like a pancake with an ambulance.

"Hello?"

The man's voice spoke, and Jade froze in place, her words dying on her tongue as she was pulled from the memory of the crushed head of 'Kosaku Kawajiri'.

"Talk or I'm hanging up."

Jade finally lurched a sentence out.

"N-no, Jotaro. It's me, Jade. From Morioh..." Her voice got quieter as she spoke, slowly realizing how stupid of an idea this had been. What kind of help could Jotaro offer?

"What do you want?" He said, and Jade sighed, "Listen, I'm sorry it's so late... or... early whatever, anyway, uhm. I needed help."

She sounded different, Jotaro would note. First, the girl hadn't been timid in the least during their time tracking Kira down. She was brash and confident to a fault. This stuttering and rambling was fully out of character.

"I had, uhm, I had a nightmare. I've been having them actually. About Kira. He was..."

She described the terrible dream. Yoshikage Kira, bloodied and angry at her front door, his horrific stand reaching for her from behind him. He flashed between appearances, one second in the purple suit she had met him in, another in the white suit she had dispatched him in. No one coming to help her. No one around. Just her entryway, herself, and the man she killed weeks before, uttering a simple phrase as that evil pink cat manifested behind him.

"My peaceful life, you ruined it."

She felt her eyes begin to water as she slid down the side of the phone booth, hugging her torso. Jotaro, on the other end of the line, stayed quiet.

He knew how she felt. It was all too real. When he had killed Dio, proper sleep had evaded him for months. Every single life lost weighed on him, heavy enough to almost crush him. Jade wasn't faring much better, he could tell from the poor girl's muffled sobbing from the other end of the line.

"Look, you can't change what happened. All you can do is move forward. The world doesn't stop because you're scared." Jotaro said in his normal, flat tone.

Jade rubbed the water from her cheeks and hiccuped, "I get it, I can't change it. But... he's there. In my head. He's always gonna be. When you first killed Dio. You closed your eyes, and I know he still stared at you. Still haunted you."

"It's not just him. Everyone he killed is still there, too. I killed him so more people wouldn't be stuck as memories."

That hit Jade hard.

She lowered the phone a bit from her ear as her psyche mulled that over.

Josuke, Koichi, Yukako... Rohan. If she hadn't killed Kira, no doubt they'd all be memories. Or worse, she'd be a memory to them.

"I-" She hesitated before bringing the phone back to its desired position, "But-"

"You had no choice. It was your friends, your family, everyone, or him. Nothing will change that. Stop arguing it. He is going to haunt you for the rest of your life."

Jade's teary eyes immediately dried at Jotaro's tone. Like a dad lecturing a child. She could feel her posture straighten, and her eyes start to dart around the booth in guilt.

"Your choice now is whether or not he will control you. Stop feeding it. Stop giving it power."

Jade cleared her throat and nodded once before verbalizing her agreement with a simple, "O-okay."

When Jotaro hung up, Jade let the phone drop from her hand, and she finally sat on the floor of the booth with a small thud. Her eyes began to water again, and Jade felt her shoulders lurch in another heavy sob.

She had let him take over. She hadn't looked Josuke in the eyes since that day. She stopped helping the boys with their homework and stopped going out for coffee with Yukako. When her mother came home, she couldn't even greet her, instead hiding in her room under the guise of being "under the weather".

That same excuse was used on Rohan, too. She had distanced herself from him as the nightmares began to get worse. He hadn't mentioned it, but then again she also didn't answer the phone much anymore, so perhaps he'd have some fun words for her later, if she ever did decide to talk to him again.

She sobbed again and buried her face in her knees, hugging her calves to bring her legs closer to her body. A ball of grief and fear on the bottom of a phone booth, on the corner of a Morioh street at 2:55 AM.

She'd cry herself into a dreamless sleep there. In the phone booth.

A rattling sound would startled her awake, followed by a surprised, "Damn, you look rough."

Josuke Higashikata.

Jade looked at him and felt every ounce of emotion she had fallen asleep with come rushing back.

When Jotaro had dialed the teen up that morning, it was pretty surprising for Josuke. Jotaro didn't seem the type for idle chat like that.

Jotaro telling Josuke to check on Jade, and make sure she wasn't losing her mind was even less expected. The teen had noticed their American friend being less and less present, but she was also starting college, so he hadn't thought much of it.

Of course, Josuke went to check on her. If Jotaro was concerned, something was definitely up. He hadn't expected to come across Clint Eastwood's user asleep in the corner of a phone booth, still in her pajamas.

She did look rough. Jade moved a hand to hide her face, but the young Joestar had already spotted the dark circles, pale skin, and greasy hair.

"Jotaro called you, didn't he?" She asked from behind her hand, "Shit, I was trying to avoid this."

"We've all been pretty worried. You know it's bad when Jotaro Kujo stages the intervention. What's going on?" Josuke squatted down, and Jade sighed.

"Kira. I keep having nightmares about him. About him... coming after me." She choked out, and Josuke hummed. For such a delinquent coded kid, Jade admired his empathy.

"Is that why we haven't been seeing you around?" He asked, and for the first time in days, Jade cracked a smile, "Probably. I've been avoiding you all."

Josuke understood. He got it. It wasn't a surprise, firstly because Jotaro had told him but secondly because it made sense. Jade Sato-Stephens was rightfully traumatized.

"Crazy Diamond can't fix that." He shrugged, and Jade laughed a bit, "No, no he can't."

There was a tense silence, before Jade finally asked the million dollar question, "What if I just... left him there. If I didn't intervene..."

Josuke reached out a hand, and rested it on her shoulder. His face was serious, his tone was level, and Jade felt the hairs on her neck bristle when he spoke.

"You'd be dead."

She blinked.

"He was gonna kill you. If he had detonated that bomb, you'd be dead. He'd rewind time, and you would've been the first to go. We'd all be dead, probably."

She'd never heard Josuke so serious. But he was right. Clint Eastwood had been the one to find him. He would've killed her without an ounce of hesitation.

"But he's dead. Not you. So you gotta move on. And let him stay dead."

Jade didn't say anything else, letting his words marinate. She needed to think about something else. Anything else. But she couldn't shake those thoughts as her head leaned back against the glass behind her, and her eyes shut again.

"It was the right call. For the greater good." She muttered finally, and Josuke agreed, "Yep. It was the only choice. And no one who knows what happened thinks you're a murderer. Hell, Jade you're pretty much a hero."

The young woman shook her head, but a small smile once again began to peek through her depressed visage.

"Go visit Rohan-sensei, please. He's been up everyone's ass about where you are." Josuke picked up his school bag and stood, reaching a hand out to Jade, who still sat on the dirty floor of the phone booth in her grey sweats.

She looked at the hand and hesitated before reaching out and grabbing it, slowly pulling herself back onto her feet.

"I'll call. I swear. Now go, you're gonna be late to school." She crossed her arms with a brave face, and Josuke looked at his watch, swore, and began to sprint down the street.

Jade was once again, all alone. She wrapped her arms across her middle and watched Josuke run back toward the denser areas of Morioh.

It really was a beautiful city, full of colorful characters and crazy antics. She let out a deep sigh, "I made the right choice."

Every person here, whether they knew it or not, had her to thank for their peaceful life. Her nightmares were the sacrifice for that. But maybe, she thought, that wasn't a terrible fate. Everyone she loved could go on living, without the threat of death at every turn.

She walked back into her home and took off her shoes, sliding them in the closet next to the door and stepping into the hallway. She picked up the phone, and wrapping the cord around her finger, dialed a number she knew all too well.

Probably the number she should've dialed instead of Jotaro's.

#jjba fanfic #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba part 4 #jotaro kujo #josuke higashikata

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ask-dr-kujo · 1 year ago

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Ew I don't want to see your daughter.

I'm asking you to babysit.

Please I haven't slept in 2 weeks, and while I don't need sleep to survive I still enjoy it.

Pucci can do his own thing.

-DIO (@ask-the-creatures)

//sorry if I'm annoying you just lmk -mod

If you give me your son you will not get him back.

Fuck you.

-Jotaro

#jotaro kujo #jojo ask blog #jojos bizarre adventure #ask blog #crossover #dw about it

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haisayonaraa · 11 months ago

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Jojo's Bizarre Playdate (part 2)

(it's here! sorry it took me so long to get this out, but I had to think of how this was gonna go next. sorry to any Iggy fans but I don't exactly know how to write him into the story, but congrats to all the polnareff fans, because he'll finally show up here! enjoyyyyyy. )

NOTE FOR THIS CHAPTER: we're still going off the fact Kakyoin and Dio never met, Kakyoin never went to Egypt.

[story below]

Well, since we last left off, the little group of crusaders have gotten on their plane to Egypt. Though Kakyoin didn't have any belongings with him at the moment, but not to worry Joseph assured him that buying out a whole store was no big deal (thanks to the Speedwagon foundation being loaded). So everyone got on the plane with their own stuff.

Kakyoin looks to Jotaro, "This is so exciting! I've never really flown before, so this is going to be a nice experience!" Jotaro rolls his eyes and looks out the window beside him, "It's just a plane ride.. no need to be so hyped." Joseph, who's seated in the row beside theirs, chimes in. "It's his first time Jotaro, let him be excited, there's no need to rain on his parade!" Jotaro just huffs in response, ending the conversation. After awhile a flight attendant comes by, taking orders for snacks and such. Jotaro asks for soda, Avdol water, and kakyoin- "oh the fruit juice looks good- no I can't ask for that, she'll think I'm silly- order something mature-" "I'll have some coffee, no cream, no sugar" The flight nods, "and you sir?" they turn to Joseph, "Oh, I'll just have some fruit juice." The flight attendant nods, "Good choice sir!" the flight attendant leaves to get their drinks.

Once the drinks arrive, Kakyoin is already feeling slightly small, but he can't regress right now, there's a bunch of random people here, that and he's got some yucky coffee to drink now. Kakyoin stares down at his cup before taking a sip. The dark bitterness of the drink causes the cherry boy to tear up a bit. "Nori, you ok?" Kakyoin looks over to Joseph, who hasn't touched his own drink. "y-ya- this is- it's a little hot is all." Joseph frowns, "you never wanted coffee did you?" Kakyoin rubs his eyes, "not really.." Joseph chuckles, "you didn't strike me as a coffee person anyway, here.." Joseph switches his and kakyoin's drinks. "I can't really drink juice anyway, the sugar doesn't do my blood pressure any good." Kakyoin starts sipping on the juice. "See that's one of the disadvantages of getting old, sure you can eat anything you want, but no one ever tells you that at this point you can't eat what you want because it's bad for your health..." Kakyoin is barely listening by now, he's just over joyed that he's got juice now. Joseph takes a sip of his coffee "bleh! stupid Japanese coffee, this stuff tastes awful!" Avdol leans back in his seat, "Mister Joestar, that's American coffee." Joseph looks at the coffee, "oh.. heh heh.."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, due to some complications, we're going to have to make a quick stop in Hong Kong to switch planes" many of the passengers groan and sigh, "wat goin' on Jojo?" Kakyoin looks to Jotaro. "Well we're going to have to change planes for some reason." Kakyoin suddenly becomes sad, "But I liked dis plane..." Jotaro sighs, "I did too, but sometimes these things happen for a reason I guess.." Joseph looks over at the two, "Well this'll give us a great excuse to get some lunch!" Jotaro pulls the tip of his hat over his face, "just don't get too much Gigi.." Joseph grins, "Oh we'll just get something small."

That something small being a whole entire buffet to themselves. By know Kakyoin has fully slipped into headspace, and Jotaro is following suit. While the group enjoys their food, a certain Frenchman is watching them from afar. "I wonder if that's what I do? But what if it's not? what if they're doing something else? It would be rude of me to assume.. Well, I guess it never hurts to ask.." The man approaches the table, "excuse me, what are you all doing?" Joseph is the first to look up, "eating?" The white haired man shakes his head, "no, what these two are doing.. Is it-" Avdol butts in, "It's a coping mechanism, but at times these two do it just to relax or enjoy themselves." the man seems to perk up, "Oh really?! you two regress too?!" Jotaro almost chokes on his food from the sudden mood change, and Kakyoin smiles back at the man, "ya, wats ur name?" After grabbing a chair, the man explains to the group that his name is Jean Pierre Polnareff, and that he was just in Hong Kong to site see (the thing said about kakyoin applies to polnareff). "I never expected to find people that have do the same thing as me! Usually I've had such bad luck with people and this subject.." Avdol nods, "it is hard to find people, especially in person." Joseph takes a sip of his drink, "Hey, do you want to go to Egypt with us?" Polnareff tilts his head, "Egypt? what for?" Kakyoin giggles, "A playdate wif a vampire!" Polnareff's eyes widen, "what?!" Jotaro sighs, "A playdate wif my great great uncle." Polnareff relaxes, "oooh! sure, if I wouldn't be a bother that is." Both Avdol and Joseph start gathering up the cleaned off dishes, "You wouldn't be a problem at all, now come on, our flight for Egypt is in an hour!"

(congratulations! Polnareff has joined your party!)

(he seepy :'3)

#jjba agere

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sllverchariot · 11 months ago

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Get to You (Polnareff x Reader) Chapter Two

You're a bright eyed and ambitious Anthropology student, just setting off for the international vacation of your dreams. Just days into your trip, however, you encounter a devious and charming man who would set into motion a string of events that would change your life forever, for better or for worse ♡ word count - 2.6k ♡ warnings - some brief mentions of previous trauma/emotional abuse/manipulation/cheating ♡ notes - this is crossposted on ao3 under the same username as here. there are currently eight chapters written and posted over there so i'll be working on posting them here as well. this fic follows the events of stardust crusaders with some changes obviously. enjoy!!!

You sat alone at a small table in a near-empty restaurant, pretending to look over the menu while you peered at a group of men a few feet away. You studied them closely, watching their enthusiastic and sometimes tense conversation.

That morning, you touched down in Calcutta, India. A wild, bustling city filled with people and teetering into chaos. Although the city was overwhelming, you were on a mission, and you weren’t going to let anything distract you.

Just the day before, you were exploring Egypt, on your own personal vacation. While India was on your itinerary, you had no idea you’d end up there so quickly.

Just a few days prior, you had encountered a dark, mysterious man named Dio, quickly finding yourself entangled with him, and now, the men who were attempting to take him out.

You closed your menu, which you never bothered to really look at, and made your way over to the round table tucked in the corner of the restaurant.

You slid into the single empty chair, next to an older man, Joseph Joestar. You smiled sweetly at them.

”Hi there gentlemen, I’m so sorry to bother you but, I’m new in this country and I’m really struggling to make out the menu.” You let out a high pitched giggle and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Would any of you be so kind as to help me?” You turned to Joseph, and fluttered your eyelashes.

”Good grief, who just invites themselves to someone else’s meal? Ask a waiter if you’re that desperate.” Grumbled the teen across from you, arms crossed and giving you a death glare as he peered out from the shade of his hat.

“Easy Jotaro, she just needs help reading the menu.” Piped up Joseph. He then lowered his voice and leaned into the man next to him, Muhammad Avdol, and whispered something you couldn’t quite make out

“I apologize for his behavior, madame.” Interjected the white haired man across from you, leaning forward and opening a menu for you. “I would be delighted to help you select something from this fine menu. What are you in the mood for?” His tone was so enthusiastic. You could practically see hearts in his eyes when you met his gaze.

You tapped your chin, as if completely lost as to what you could possibly want to eat. “I think I want something a little… Spicy…” You looked up and locked eyes with Jotaro, unable to help the smirk that spread across your face.

Joseph quickly chimed in, holding his menu open and pointing to a dish. “Here’s something you might like to try, it’s got a little kick but it’s not too foreign tasting!” He smiled at you, and you returned the expression. You let out a little giggle, and stood up from your seat.

“I have to say, you gentlemen have been so kind to me, I might even feel a little bad about what I have to do now.” You stated, keeping the sickly sweet tone of your voice. Before the men had time to react, Vampire Money materialized beside you, sending out webs to wrap around all five of them. You watched as they tried to fight, materializing their own stands before quickly disappearing as Vampire Money’s webs sapped their energy.

You were about to get cocky, when you realized Jotaro was able to dodge your attack, appearing in front of you with Star Platinum beside him. Before you could release another web, a barrage of fists came raining down on Vampire Money, forcing you to retract her webs from the others. Even though she wasn’t able to drain them completely, she’d sucked enough power that they’d be out of commission for at least a few minutes.

You struggled to fight back against Star Platinum's blows, his immense speed and precision making it near impossible to dodge, much less land a hit of your own. Fighting to keep on your feet, you released a thin web, snaking across the floor in Jotaro’s direction. You were getting weaker, and slower, watching the web slither towards the young man, praying that it would make it there. As it reached the tip of his shoe, the relentless “ORA’s” came to a sudden stop.

In one swift move, Star Platinum threw his final punch, square on the web that was inches from his foot. The web snapped in half, causing you to let out an agonized scream as white hot pain shot throughout your body.

As you felt your consciousness slip away, you heard muffled voices. Something about flesh, and forehead, and Dio.

You stirred, feeling hard concrete on your back, and heard faint voices seeping into your consciousness. As your brain adjusted to being awake, you were just barely able to tug your eyelids open. As the light poured in, you saw several strangely familiar faces standing over you.

As you awoke from your dreamy state, sharp pains coursed through your body, and your head throbbed. You attempted to push yourself up on your elbows, wincing as the pain shot through you.

When the blurriness finally cleared from your vision, you met eyes with an older man, who you faintly recalled was named Joseph Joestar, who stood over you. “Look! She’s finally awake!” He reached out a hand, and you hesitantly took it as he helped you to your feet. You let go and held a hand on your forehead, the pressure pounding as you shifted from sitting to standing.

“Where am I?” You croaked out, turning your head to get a view of your surroundings. You were in an alleyway, behind a restaurant. You turned to look back at the men crowding around you.

“You’re in Calcutta, outside the Mint Leaf restaurant. You took quite the beating from Jotaro here, I’m surprised you’re up so quick!” He chuckled.

“She’s clearly a strong fighter, I doubt she would’ve stayed down for long.” Chimed another man, Muhammad Avdol. You tried to recall your memories from before you passed out. You faintly remembered the fight between Star Platinum and Vampire Money, where you were subdued embarrassingly quickly. You remembered your first encounter with Dio, when you signed away your life.

You started to feel uneasy. Just this morning, you would’ve thrown yourself off a cliff if Dio had even hinted that he wanted you to. But now, you were filled with white hot rage as you thought about the charming blonde man.

Before you could get too deep in thought, Joseph piped up once more. “You can say that again! How are you feeling now?” Although you should’ve been terrified in the presence of five burly men who were essentially strangers - you felt strangely calm with them nearby, particularly with the weirdly nurturing presence of the old man.

“I feel… Like shit.” You stated plainly, rubbing your temples and sighing. “What happened while I was out?” You questioned, and Joseph smiled.

”Well, after Jotaro knocked you down, we were ready to take you out or leave you for dead, but Avdol here noticed the flesh bud in your brain.” He motioned towards your head, and you brushed a finger against your hairline, feeling a small mark. “Thankfully, Jotaro was able to remove it, so no hard feelings about earlier.” You couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh.

“What exactly is a flesh bud?” You continued, feeling a whirlwind of emotions building inside of you.

“A flesh bud is a clump of Dio’s own cells that he implants in the brain of his victims, giving him full control over them.” Explained Avdol. You rubbed your eyes, unsure of how to respond or proceed from here.

“I um… I’m really not sure what to say. I don’t know how I got wrapped up in all of this. I’m sorry for attacking you - I don’t know what I was doing. I’m not-“ You cut yourself off and took a deep breath. “I’m just a student, I don't have anything to do with any of this. If it’s okay, I’d like to go back to my hotel and… move on.” You looked down and brushed a few specks of dirt off your dress, feeling nervous about whatever response you were about to get.

“Madame, allow me to escort you back to your quarters.” A flash of white appeared from behind the other men, scooping up your hand and placing a kiss on the back. You had a brief flashback to that late night when you were lost in Egypt. “A delicate flower such as yourself should never have been planted in this foul alleyway.” You shot the man a confused look, but mustered a polite smile.

”Where are you staying? If it’s nearby, we’ll drop you off on the way to our next stop.” Interjected Joseph, before the Frenchman could continue his advances. “Don’t worry about him,” He nodded towards Polnareff. “He tends to think with the wrong head.”

Jotaro finally piped up, though not to your benefit. “No way. She could still be loyal to Dio. We’re not taking any chances.”

“Not a chance.” You spat. “I have nothing but hatred for that man.” Your head began throbbing again as you recalled the promises the mysterious man made to you. You clenched your fist.

“Calm down Jotaro, we removed the flesh bud. If we’re going by that logic Kakyoin and Polnareff would’ve never come along in the first place. Giving her a ride is the least we can do after you pummeled her.” Argued Joseph.

“Well madame, I would be honored to be your chariot.” Polnareff inched closer to you, and you swore you could see those cartoonish hearts beating out of his eyes. You mustered a smile and an awkward chuckle.

After a little more pushback from Jotaro, you were finally allowed into the taxi with the rest of the group.

You climbed into the front seat while the men piled in the back, and gave the driver the address of your hotel. Although it wasn’t a long ride, it gave you plenty of time to think, although with numerous interruptions from the Frenchman sitting behind you, all too eager to engage you in conversation.

You heard the murmurings of the other men, quietly discussing their journey so far, where they were headed next, Dio, enemy stands, etc. Things were happening so quickly, it felt like you were in a dream, or a movie, somewhere far outside of your reality.

You’d been different since the very first moment you could remember. It haunted you throughout your whole life. Countless nights spent with only Vampire Money there to keep you company. Numerous times feeling like you would never be normal, feeling like maybe you really were crazy.

The more you thought, the more you started to rationalize. You had an imaginary friend with superpowers. Not only that, you had come to find out there were several other people who had the same type of companion.

Was it really so far fetched to believe an evil mastermind vampire would seek you out to do his bidding? I mean really, given your track record it seemed surprisingly on brand.

You thought about Dio. About all the empty promises. About how he exploited your weaknesses to manipulate you. How hopeful you felt just hours ago. Your heart began to ache.

The more you thought, the angrier you got.

The taxi rounded a corner, and you watched the familiar architecture of your hotel come into view, although it looked different as the sun dipped behind the horizon and the sky grew darker.

The vehicle slowed to a stop, and you gathered your things. You turned around in your seat to face the men. “Thank you all for all of your help today, I’m not sure what would’ve happened to me if that flesh bud was still in my brain. I apologize for attacking you all. Good luck on your journey, I hope you succeed.”

“It’s no problem, you stay safe out there.” Joseph gave you a friendly nod, and you smiled.

“Oh mon amour, it’s such sweet sorrow to see you go.” Polnareff grabbed for your hand, stroking it gently. You looked on in disbelief. “I can only hope that fate brings us together once more. Please, don’t forget me.” A nervous laugh climbed it’s way up your throat, and simply nodded at the man.

The other men said their respective goodbyes, and you climbed out of the car.

You took a few steps forward, before coming to a sudden stop.

Thoughts swirled in your mind. You knew there was plenty of information you were missing, but the more you considered just leaving this whole experience behind and moving on, the more you started to realize that wouldn’t be possible.

Dio had made you feel hopeful for the first time in a long time. Sure, maybe it was the mind control, but somewhere in your heart you were really, truly ready to believe it was real.

You knew something in the world had shifted, that overwhelming feeling you got on your very first night in Egypt. Maybe that’s what made you feel so hopeful.

But now, you were just furious. Knowing that encounter was a fluke, like every other one. That you were simply being used as a tool. You clenched your fist involuntarily, and spun around back towards the taxi.

You boldly knocked on the window, body moving of its own volition before your brain could tell it to stop. Joseph's face appeared as the window rolled down.

“I’m sorry, but please, let me come with you. I feel sick thinking about what Dio’s done, and what he will do, and knowing I could maybe, just maybe help to stop it. I know that I can be useful to you all, please just let me come with you and try.” You pleaded, and before Joseph could get a word in, Jotaro piped up from the back seat.

“Hell no. We don’t need some bitch slowing us down.” He stated coldly.

”I would be delighted if you came with us.” Chimed in Polnareff, leaning over Joseph to get closer to you. “It would be a great honor to be your knight in shining armor on this perilous journey ahead.” Although you forced a smiled, you could already feel yourself growing tired of the Frenchman’s relentless moves on you.

“She’s clearly a skilled fighter,” Interjected the red haired young man, Kakyoin, from the back seat. “She could be a valuable ally to have.”

”Why don’t you give us a few minutes to talk about this?” Said Joseph, rolling up the window again and leaving you standing awkwardly, waiting for a response.

Although it was muffled, you heard things getting slightly heated from inside the car. You toyed with the hem of your dress nervously, the adrenaline from your split-second decision long since worn off as you started to really consider what you’d just done.

As you were beginning to reconsider everything, you heard the window roll down again. Jotaro was leaning forward from the back row, arm on Joseph's seat. ”We’ll let you come with us, but if you slow us down or put any of us in danger, you’re out. No argument.” Jotaro spoke firmly, and you nodded, sputtering out a thank you.

Polnareff nearly squealed from excitement. “Oh mon Cher, I’m so excited that you’ll be joining us. Jotaro, you move to the front seat so (Y/N) and I can sit together. Mr. Joestar, you can sit in the back with Avdol and Kakyoin.” He ordered, and although you protested, the decision was ultimately made that you would sit in the middle row with the white haired man.

Climbing back into the taxi, you thought this had to be it. That strange shift in the universe.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Next Chapter ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

#polnareff x reader #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff #jjba polnareff #jojo polnareff #polnareff/reader #jjba #jojo #jojos bizarred adventure #x reader #reader insert #reader is female #jean polnareff #slow burn ish #enemies to lovers #more like annoyances to lovers #there was only one bed

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strawberry-metal · 2 years ago

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"None of you came home last night!!" A thick, French accent is the first to speak.

"We were all very worried and came looking for you, and we find you beating a man within an inch of his life." A more mature, deep voice is next.

"Then YOU tell US that you performed an investigation without our knowing and fought a succubus all by yourselves!?" A thick Italian accent follows.

"You could of been killed!! You were lucky that you had a spell to protect all of you!" An eloquent sounding voice speaks.

"All of you stay sitting right there. What do you have to say for yourselves?" A deep, gruff voice is the last to come.

"Ehh...well....bweeh~?" Kazuno tries to settle the situation, which earns a response from the Italian. "Being cute won't get you out of this one."

"Well?" The eloquent voice speaks once more.

"Well, first off, why are you and Jotaro-chan in school uniforms? Aren't you both college students now? Are you going as highschool students for Halloween?" "Shanna, hush...."

"Pardon me, Shanna-chan, but you know well why I still wear this uniform sometimes, it helps give me a sense of belonging in case you've forgotten, and JoJo just thinks he looks cool in that." "Wh-!? ....So what if I do?"

The group before the girls are their husbands and fiances. Oh dear. They're all in trouble.

"Jotaro," Shanna drops the honorific she'd sometimes refer to him by, "You KNOW that all of us together were MORE than enough to handle this on our own. You know I'M more than enough! Is it because we're girls!?"

"Wh- no, what the fuck? Of course not, that's not what I said!"

"Then WHAT is it then!? Don't you trust me!?"

"IT'S NOT ABOUT TRUST!!" He fires back. "I almost lost you back in Egypt!! I almost lost you BEFORE Egypt!! You want me to be fucking honest? Everyone almost died against that bastard Dio, some of us before him, our lives were threatened on that trip every single day, yours and mine were threatened three months before the trip! I'm... only gonna say this once dammit... I'm scared of losing you, ok? ...When I'm not there when you're doing something dangerous, my world gets turned upside down."

"....The same goes with me for you, Rose. I can't bare the thought of losing my future with you. We almost did, back in Cairo... I should of died that night. But I didn't. You should of been honest about why you were going to that party. I was terrified something had happened to you and your sister when neither of you ever came home..."

"Nori..." Rose's eyebrows upturn. "I'm sorry... you're right, I should of been honest in the first place. I just wanted to handle this alone with the other girls."

"You both are so busy now and do your own dangerous work, we just didn't want to get you both involved in anything more dangerous. But... I guess the least we could of done was tell you both when to expect us back, and what exactly we were doing, in case something bad DID happen and we needed back up." Shanna sighs. "I'm...sorry too."

Jotaro and Kakyoin share a glance between eachother before they motion for their fiancees to get up. "As long as you understand, just please, don't do that again... neither of us want to lose you two." "Mm." Jotaro nods in agreement, averting his eyes off to the side. "Let's just go home for now. You can update us about the full story on the way."

"What about you, cara? Do you have any idea how worried I was!? When I didn't hear from you, I tried to contact your sister, and she didn't answer! I tried to contact the other three girls and THEY didn't answer, and when the other men here called me asking where their girls were... could you imagine the panic I felt!? What were you thinking!"

Kazuno's eyebrows upturn as she responds to her husband. "Caesar, I... ...... I'm so sorry, love, really.. I just couldn't let you know we were heading into danger, you've already been through so much in your life at this point, and I knew if you knew, you'd try coming, too. I thought I could just let you enjoy some time with the kids at home... I never thought it would end up lasting through till the morning."

Caesar exhales out his nose and closes his eyes in thought for a moment before reopening them. He knew this reply was genuine and... honestly, as upset as he was that she didn't tell him the truth, he's just glad that she's ok. "Kazuno, I... realize I'm up there in age. My hamon won't keep me young forever. But... the same goes for you. One day you'll get yourself killed with this rashness. I..." The blonde sighs. "Just... please... I really appreciate you thinking of me, but be honest with me, ok? I'll always come running to protect you, if you end up in danger. We spent this many years together... and I still want to spend many more together. I never want to lose that with you. Let's go home, tesoro, our kids have been worried sick about you as well."

"Mon amour." Polnareff begins, looking clearly upset, but doing his best to hold back a bit. He truthfully already has an idea why Kikumi did what she did. He's done the same. Gone out to try and settle things without the others knowing. But he also knows... what that almost cost him before. "You...why weren't you just honest with me about what you were doing? You investigated something dangerous AND got into a fight with a succubus! I was worried sick about you!! If I'd known, I could of at least come to help you look or....or protect you!! I.... I'm your knight!! ....Right? You...I....we...GRRH!" His voice raises in frustration as he has trouble conveying his feelings. "I...! I could of lost you!! You never came home, and when I contacted the other guys and found out that their women never came home either, I....! I thought the worst happened!!!"

"Mn..." The elf whimpered, her ears downturning with guilt. "Y-Yes, but... if you were with us when we hadn't yet figured out that we were dealing with a succubus, she'd potentially have gone and picked you off, too, like the other missing people..." Kikumi looked up at him, seeing his frustration wasn't phased by the response. "Mn... I'm fine, m-mon ami." She refused to looked him in the eye, her cheeks ever so slightly pink.

While Polnareff was still frustrated with his wife, he knew she was being honest with what she was saying right now. Plus, it was hard to stay upset with her, especially with that look on her face. Reaching a hand out, he helps her up. "Just... please be honest with me next time you go out. I'm always only a phone call away from rescuing you. I couldn't protect my sister but... I can still protect you. Tell me about everything on the way back home..."

Last was Avdol, staring down at his own darling. He sighs before speaking. "I'm not particularly fond of having to scold you, my dear. But what you did was dangerous. It's not that I doubt your own strength and courage, or the other girls for that matter. But something could always happen. It could be something that you only have a split second to react to." He raises his arms up, revealing the prosthetics. "It happened to me. I should of died.... but instead I got lucky and only lost my arms. What if something like that were to happen, Kazeko? I had no idea what was going on with all of you. I couldn't protect you... if I was there, I could of incinerated that creature. Why were you insistent on going without telling me anything?"

"That's... that's exactly why... I couldn't live with myself if I let you put yourself on the line one more time... Egypt was almost the last... and... I'm not going to let that happen again-! ... I'm sorry, but... I want to protect you, too..." Kazeko stared up at her beloved, eyes shining, tears threatening to spill.

Avdol's facial features warm, and he offers her a hand to help her up. "That's... what all of you girls wanted to do, isn't it? You wanted to protect all of us from being in harm's way again... thank you. This trait is one of the many reasons why I fell in love with you. But... a relationship is of equal standing. You can protect me... but let me protect you, too. Tell me the full truth next time, ok? I don't... ever want to lose you, either."

The couples all leave, having reconciled with one another, and boy, do the men have alot to be caught up on.

~Halloween Event End!~

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Jotaro model: Aeki

Kakyoin model: Pure

Polnareff model: Magu

Caesar model: すぐる

Avdol model: 名名

Shanna and Rose models: Me

Kazeko and Kazuno models: @kazekothestrange

Kikumi model: @caffeinated-chaos-bean

Stage: DiemDo-Shiruhane

Skydome: 怪獣対若大将P

Hand poses: Sugatsunee

Sitting pose: Blackanimecat21

Effects:

Pixeledgeblur: Otamon

SvSSAO: Sovoro

Overrayshader: Elle

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ezekielisezekiel · 1 year ago

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How I see the characters of Jotaro during the parts:

Let start from the beginning during his past life before he turns 17, so Jotaro grow up with a father figure but who was not always there due to his work, which mean he was raised by his mother: Holy, I and many people of the fanbase had been wondering why and how is rebellious phase apparent so late, having this type of crisis mostly end when we reach 17 and start like when we are 11, I personally think(this is headcanon time!) Jotaro was socially rejected and probably bullied for being a "haju"(Haju is a slang to call Japanese people with mixed races) which explains why the memories at the beginning of Stardust Crusaders was him alone or with his mother because he doesn't have any friends(or not alot) due to the high mount of xenophobia in Japan during the 70's(Japan is still a xenophob country) and he probably act like a macho and deliquent to co-op with his father's constant absence(Of course I'm not justifying his shitty behaviour towards some women especially his own mother which make Jotaro(part 3) slapable but just explain by my resonance and understanding of Part 3 and extra canon info) like he was trying to act like he was the man of the house because he's literally the man of the house! His dad choose a fucking saxophone over his son and wife! Of course he's edgy!(sorry I got carried away for this one) And he DOES SUFFER from the aftermath of Dio's fight and the travel I'm Egypt(honestly I prefer the Ova and the manga version of Jotaro, he's more emotional) he suffer but silently we can clearly see in the different parts that he's still affected by that, it haunt him till his 42, and it show that this Jojo isn't longer that one edgy teen that we knew he grew up and became more mature I hate when the fanbase hate this character for some dark bullshit he said 25 years ago I which the fandom could stop making a fixation on this and "interpret" his character well like it should be.

And many people says "why Jotaro get weaker every parts!" Jotaro never get weaker, part 3 ennemies was easy the only ennemies that make him struggle is The Lovers and Dio, if he lost his muscles its because of age, ptsd and depression

"He could choose Koichi over Jolyne!" He didn't separed himself from his family for fun he did that to protect them from Pucci, mf could literally die for Jolyne, I wish that people could see more his "hidden side".

One last thing: It's totally normal that Star Platinum appears smaller each parts do I've to remind how bad his first stand using experience was?(Egypt) of course he would be disgusted by using his stand.

Jotaro is a jerk but he's more than that.

(Next will be Joseph !!)

I might had poorly conjugate the verbs, English isn't my mother tongue

(Or he's probably turn into a delinquent bc it was commun in Japan at this time and I'm such trying to understand different characters like always)

(And no matter how though he try to act he will still be a mama's boy)

#jjba #Jotaro #stardust crusaders

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maguro13-2 · 2 years ago

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Andy X Fuuko is a thing.

*Here's a sequel of my previous post*

Fuuko : Now I've seen a picture of my naked self with what else is there for me in the horrors of the internet? I mean you guys felt the way of looking into the horrors of seeing things! What about you guys?

Pomni : I felt nervous they made gay pictures of me and Ragatha getting kisses from her and I'm totally cringed about it. And they started to making sweets

Kobeni : I felt the other way and I had any panic attacks of getting lewd baited, (shows body that has abs) look at this! I lost weight when I had the chance of stop eating meat and sweets! They gave me fruit and salad to have the guts to make me look hot again!

Fuuko : At least, I've seen some lewd art enough, I don't know how is Japan keep on happening on making pornography on fictional characters that does stuff? The whole net is really something to have the dark side written all over it! Who does that to the whole wide world. And if I ever see one of these nimrods making lewd art out of me, I swear to f**king god I will mercifully stab anyone in the neck with a knife, or I will use my strength with brute force!

Andy : Hey, Fuuko. Have you seen my pants and undies for today or tonight's episode? I totally forgot that I needed to keep my privates hanging out.

Fuuko : Then what are the fusses about you and your--OH MY GOD!!! Your d*ck and Balls are showing to my face!

Gina : And I do believe that his cake is tanning in my face right now!

Shen : Dude! Put some clothes on! There's men, women, and lolis in here! No one can see your penis and your balls!

Andy : Oh that? Oh that's okay! Cause casual nudity will do just fine! But speaking of causal nudity, Me and Fuuko will do something privately in the room. With some literal privacy.

Fuuko : Really? Then what kind of privacy did we attend to?

Andy : Oh I don't know. Maybe it's just some wacky stuff in Japan I guess.

Fuuko : Sounds great to me! I'd like having privacy with you alone! What do you say that we get together later and give ourselves a nice treat. Perhaps, that we could do it in a fashionable way of how take good care ourselves. My first wish that is I am decided that I wanted spend the night all the way.

Andy : Cool. I'll be going to the same room that we were at.

Fuuko : With pleasure!

(we later show the JJBA group using drinking glasses to hear something from inside the room, Andy and Fuuko are heard while having sex with each other)

[Freek N You by Jodeci plays in the background]

Fuuko : (Sexually) Oh, Andy...you're such a naughty lucky guy!

Andy : (sexually) Oh, Fuuko! You're so cute and hot! I'm giving you this kind of good luck charm! And it's all for you!

Fuuko : (sexually moans) Please, be gentle with me, Andy! It feels so good!

(Andy and Fuuko Sexually moans)

Fuuko : (sexually screams) Motto! Motto!

Jolyne : What in the world are those two doing in there?

Josuke : This is not how it looks from what I hear about those Newcomers to David.

Dio : This is getting out of hand. Do I ever make up the minds from how do we fictional characters work things in Real World AU?

Giorno : It's best that we give them a little free time of their own.

Andy : Hold on tight, Fuuko! Here comes your lucky wish! And it's going to be a wild one!

Fuuko : (sexually) Andy-san...Iku...Iku...IKUUUUUUU! *panting* Wow, you're quite the man I that i'm really looking for. Thanks for giving me "lucky wish", my unlucky guy.

Andy : The pleasures of you is all mine, Fuuko-chan.

Fuuko : Oh, Andy-san. Andy-san, daisuki de!

Jotaro : That does it, I'm going to get to the bottom of this!

(DOOR BANG!)

Jotaro : Would you two just shut the hell up!? Some of us are trying to get some sleep! (We show Andy and Fuuko in bed, Andy comforting the sleeping Fuuko while he reads a book with glasses)

(Record Scratch!)

Andy : Oh, Hello, Mr. Kujo! Good evening and, uhh, sorry about the loud noises we made. Yep that was our First time of me and Fuuko together. Yep, we're not doing so aggressive to anyone would we. She's just sleeping and I'm reading a book.

Jotaro : Y-Yeah, you are reading a book and comforting your...well, not to be eavesdropping by the way, a thousand apologies.

Andy : So that's why me and Fuuko are spending time together and do lots of things for us to Handle. Totally great, and no big whoop. I'm sure that's a friendly suggestion of duo being a...great couple. Yep, duo of boys and girls being a cute couple.

Jotaro : Good grief, save all the hugs and kisses. Remember don't make any noises around the place next time. Remember, we are making new episodes every day and you need some rest. So please, no more interruptions. I really need my beauty sleep. (Closes door)

Fuuko : So, now that's done by the way, you wanted to go make me giving you a good luck kiss?

Andy : That's exactly that I would want to hear, Fuuko.

Fuuko : Well, then. Coming to bed while finishing reading, Honey?

Andy : Yes dear.

"The Next Day..."

*Door Banging*

Andy : I'll get it! (Opens door)

Fuuko : Hi, Andy. I just got back from the hospital and my doctor told me one thing about my lucky wish that you given me.

Andy : Really, like what is your doctor telling you?

Fuuko : Well...He told me that something important to you of giving me my lucky wish. Well to come clean and to tell it for you. I have something in common for you. (Starting blushing) Andy-san...I...

Andy : Fuuko....

Fuuko : (blushing)A...Andy-san...I am...I am pregnant... pregnant with your child.

*CARTOON SFX : Crash+BOING*

Andy : Oh...Okay, and how did I even get you pregnant?

Gina : It's because of you just gave her with a lucky wish!

Andy : Oh, I actually understand that and I have one common thing that I have to say...(realizing) I forgot that people are shipping between me and Fuuko? WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FU-

Tomska : THE END.

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