#v: main [ joseph ]

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 4.5 // Part 5 // Part 6 //

i haven't forgotten about this series just yet hopefully i'll finish it by this year. anyway this is titled "joseph is dramatic for about 20 minutes"

[gallery-piece]

i speedran this in like 30 minutes. no idea how idv's anatomy style works so its totally off. HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY

[idv-confessions]

i'm new to idv but whenever i go into matches, it's almost always joseph as hunter and while he's super cool as a character, i find it nearly impossible to win against him ;w;

good for ppl who are great joseph mains tho, glad they're having fun!

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[merchantofwhispers]

@general-kalani | (No one prays for the Devil)

The sound of the blades whirring overhead, muffled as they were, was a death march. It heralded what she could only imagine was the end of all she knew and the start of something else. Something new and horrible and unending. Their voices sounded like trumpets, commanding and fearless as they rode upon metal steeds. Beams of light had seared into unholy eyes, rendering her blind until they deemed her worthy of sight, and what a sight it had been.

Gemina stared down out the window of the helicopter, her hands bound inside a steel mash bag that was tied off at her wrists. They'd even gone through the effort of muffling her, ensuring that she couldn't bite anyone who put their hands too close. How far she'd fallen from greatness; a wolf no more, but a lamb sent to slaughter.

At least the land below was beautiful, she was thankful for that. It reminded her of her hidden home back east, nestled into the Appalachian mountains. A deep regret flooded her body as she stared down at pillars of smoke rising from the town below; from up above it seemed so peaceful. So safe. Gemina closed her eyes, tears welling up in them and slipping down to dampen the muzzle clasped tightly around her mouth, and for the first time in decades, she said a silent prayer.

-Grant me your mercy, be you one god or many. For my sins are weighed and my karma balanced; I am no more evil than a bear protecting what is hers. If you truly are a being of forgiveness and light, deliver me now from those who seek to inflict your divine justice.-

It was a plea shouted into the dark of her mind, but it was all that was left to do. Gemina reopened her eyes to look at the valley once more, but it was then that everything shook. A massive heat filled the helicopter as it jostled to the side, flashing lights went off all around them as men shouted at each other, and they were falling. Falling down, down, down.

And then nothing.

When she reopened her eyes she was lying in the snow. Shadows danced at the edges of her vision as she stared ahead, seeing moving feet shifting through ripped steel and broken bodies. There was shouting; she recognized at least two of the voices; the agents that had finally managed to capture her were on their knees surrounded by men with guns. A bloodied, weak smile cracked across her lips as she realized her prayer had been answered.

Searing hot pain spread through her limbs as she tried to get up. When she did she noticed someone coming her way, but everything grew hazy once more. Just as they reached for her she fell back into a sticky, agonizing darkness with their voice -- unable to understand what they said -- echoing in her mind.

When she woke up once more she was somewhere entirely unfamiliar. "Where-.. Am I?" Lights hung above her which did nothing to help the headache, but at least she had the strength to slowly sit herself up. Whatever wounds she'd gotten were bandaged, the blood in her mouth had been cleaned, and -- her chest seized. Gemina looked down upon her bandaged hands to see her true skin peeking out from the dressings. Confusion compounded in her dazed state, but it was met with hope; they'd tended to her, hadn't they?

"Hello?!"

[pmakuma]

01 / 13 / 24

LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!

[vicsmusehub]

“Hmm? The Devil’s eye? Never heard of it.”

She’s got her thoughts about pirates and treasure hunters alike, but she maintains some form of civility when it comes to everyone she talks to. And while she’s in the know of most historically in the know about legendary items and treasures, but “The Devil’s Eye” escaped her realm of knowledge. 

“I’m just a little forest witch after all.”

@sins-of-the-sea​ liked for a starter

[poetic-dumbass]

Was just fucking around on IDV. Played QM as Joseph, and got a bunch of newer survivors. I needed a win for the quest I was doing so I go after them and...

4 man kill. With 4 ciphers still left.

I was watching the English chat after bc I was bored and I see someone I played with say "Just QM'ed with a Joseph, they ate and left no crumbs"

Sir please I didn't even use the camera, and you were playing Lawyer. No Doctor on the team either. There was no way I wasn't going to.

[shinraryuu]

With Tracy’s cowardly trait, Joseph bets that she couldn’t get close to any guy ever, let alone have her face inches away from them.

Some part of what he said was right, but being a survivor taught Tracy not to give up easily. Instead of taking his challenge as it is, Tracy challenged herself to do something more (much to Joseph’s delight, of course).

[ironrot]

name.  ethel lenora cain

alias/nickname.  tbd

dob. march 4th, 1970

dod. march 4th, 1991

age. 21

familial. vera cain — mother, joseph cain — father, ethel cain — grandmother.

notable relationships. janie — best friend, willoughby tucker — ex boyfriend, logan phelps — boyfriend (deceased), isaiah abram — killer.

species.  human (verse dependent)

occupation.  sex worker (formerly)

residence.  nomadic

powers/abilities.  tba (verse dependent)

about.  tw: csa/incest, religion, death, murder, domestic abuse, drugs, trafficking, cannibalism. tba!

[rivalsunraveled]

i will stand here, right outside your door. (dickjoey?)

It's been harder than he'd like to admit, coming back to life. The memories he has to push away to enjoy the second chance. The simultaneous loss in his family and joy of gaining a sister he'd never known about. It's a lot to manage, so he needed some time alone.

"Some" time turned into staying in his room an entire night and well into the day, painting.

Joey ignored Dick initially, but after a few minutes, he washes off his brushes and opens the door. "You didn't have to wait," he signs, smiling tiredly. Joe pushes his hair out of his face, getting some paint on his cheek as he does so. "But thank you..."

[ohthejealousy]

tracy is so fun to play with, i definitely need to use her more often! i miss the times when her bot’s energy wouldn’t deplete if she wasn’t actively using it though, she was so op back then :,)

[melpcmene-a]

*Takes Josephs’ notebook and runs*

Oh no, not the shenanigans! ( always accepting the shenanigans )

"——Wait, I was using that!" And he was currently jotting something down, and then the pen skidded across the paper and soon his notebook was gone. Joseph immediately chased after this bastard. "Get back here!"

[befstronganof596293658]

Yenni Thuniga (transl. Count and dare) is a 2022 Indian Tamil-language action crime film written and directed by S.K.Vettri Selvan and Produced by Suresh Subramanian. The film was under Production House Rain Of Arrows. Entertainment.[1] The film was distributed by Krikes Cine Creations.[2] The film features Jai and Athulya Ravi in the lead roles while Vamsi Krishna was cast in as the main antagonist and Sunil Reddy also appears in a negative role as a politician. The film's music is composed by Sam CS with cinematography handled by J. B. Dinesh Kumar and editing done by V. J. Sabu Joseph. The film was released theatrically on 4 August 2022.[3]

Plot

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After a heist job by Madhan and gang to rob a precious cargo became a mess, he is under pressure to deliver the loot to the overlords. Things begin to get complicated when Kathir appears and disrupts Madhan’s plan and reveals what happened that day.

Cast

Jai as Kathir

Athulya Ravi as Narmada

Anjali Nair as a victim's wife

Vamsi Krishna as Madhan

Vidya Pradeep as Teja

Marimuthu as Kathir's father

Sunil Reddy as 'Needhi' Manikkam

Kuraishi as Saravanan

Munnar Ramesh

Abhishek Shankar as Doctor

Suresh Subramanian as Sam

Kimberly Ziler as Naomi

Maurice Johnson as Joe

Jayce Venditti as Gabe

[florxdexcerezos]

He laughed again. "This was not my own creation I assure you. Only the picture is mine." Still, he appreciated the misattributed credit. Joseph shook her hand, and turned his head to better hear her. "I'll be sure to stop by should I fancy a snack for the road. Lovely chatting with you Miss Alejandra." He dipped his head in sign off and watched her walk off. When she disappeared amongst the patrons, he finally stopped.

Without his camera, he felt naked, especially as he caught the eye of other ladies at the gala. Oh god. He just wanted to get back to his desk. Avoiding direct eye contact with anyone, he felt around the pockets in his suit jacket for his vibrating phone. Ananas . It must have been early hours in the morning for her, she should be in bed. Finding an exit out of the room to find somewhere private he took her call.

With Anna off to bed as directed, Joseph decided to call it quits. He decided to try his luck with Adan in the kitchen. In exchange for food, he asked for Adan to pass a message of congratulations and thanks to his cousin. He also thanked and offered to tip the gentleman. Not taking no for answer, he left $20 on a counter and wandering off before it could be handed back.

Time to crawl back into his hidey hole.

Alejandra wanted nothing more than to skirt the responsibility of talking to someone who didn’t understand why she did this, just donated because it was a big tax payoff, to continue talking with Joseph. Someone who she was actually enjoying talking to. But she did need the donations to keep things going.

Smiling, she reached out for his card. ❝ Que lindo! I'm going to need you to design my business card too! This is art. ❞ The fact that he was going to set some of his favorite snacks aside for her to try made her smile even wider. She was used to people wanting to talk to her just to get her number or expect something out of her. Having someone actually promise her something besides a 'good time' was nice. ❝ It was wonderful talking with you, Joseph.❞ She held out her free hand to shake his. ❝ And I look forward to seeing you at our other events, where I will definitely ask for that Lucozade. ❝ If you talk with my cousin Adan in the kitchen, he can give you some stuff to go if you like.❞ She leaned in closer to say under her breath. ❝ These people spare no expense to the food but tend to not eat it, so we usually give it away at the end of the night.❞ Pulling back, she smiled at him one more time. ❝Hope you enjoy the rest of the night.❞ Then went off to talk to more donors.

[vincentbriggs]

Hello! Transfem person here. I haven't started HRT yet, but want to procure a 1730s menswear suit (actually decided based on your video). I would prefer not to wait for it if possible, since I don't know when HRT is going to be possible. I am, however, a little concerned about my bust size changing and affecting the fit of the waistcoat. Is that decade usually pretty forgiving in it's tailoring? I am also considering having the upper back tie like some later waistcoats to accommodate if necessary (even if it's not entirely historical), but I figured I would ask you.

Thank you!

Hello! Ooh yay! Not enough people do early 18th century, so I'm delighted to hear that! (Link to the 1730's suit mentioned.)

I think the fit would be affected, yeah. The sides of the waistcoat are easy enough to let out (and we have extant examples of waistcoats with an extra strip of fabric added into the side seam) but the curve of the front is pretty important to how it sits on you. But then, it is fashionable in that era to leave quite a lot of the top portion unbuttoned, so maaaybe you could get away with it not fitting as well, depending on what changed and how much?

Regarding the adjustability of waistcoats, some of the earlier ones actually do have lacing in the back! This red one is an especially nice example, and it's separate all the way to the top.

(c. 1740's, V&A) (Though you also do see ones with the back hacked up and a bunch of ties that were likely added by Victorians for their fancy dress parties.)

The breeches also have adjustable waistbands, of course, so I think the hardest part to alter would be the coat. The back vent is edge to edge, so there's no overlap to sneak a bit more width out of, and letting out the side seams would require re-doing those massive pleats, which were the part I found the most difficult when making my coat. But fortunately those coats were worn open a lot of the time, so even if they're not quite right when buttoned, they should still look ok unbuttoned.

It's very difficult to predict how the fit will be affected, since HRT is different for everyone and things keep changing years down the line. (One comment on this post talks about suddenly getting more breast and hip growth after 7, 12, and 14 years.)

I only have experience from the transmasc side of things, and alas, I very much did outgrow all my old waistcoats and coats. My 1730's suit needs alterations, because the waistcoat is a bit too small, and the coat seams could use a bit of letting out too. (I made those the year after top surgery, but my ribcage kept expanding and my posture improving for quite a while.)

I've been putting it off because alterations are boring :/ My pre-top surgery waistcoats are all way too small across the chest even though material was removed, because my posture was kinda bad and I didn't even notice it, and I expect that the opposite could also lead to the same sort of better posture from more confidence & comfort.

But bodies keep changing forever anyways, even without transitioning. Plenty of cis people can't fit into the things they sewed when they were younger, so we may as well make things to fit us now. Perhaps you could make the suit now, but use a not-too-expensive fabric, and then maybe alter it later, or make a newer and better one with the experience you gained from the first one!

Also I know you specifically said menswear suit, but I want to add the fun fact that women's riding habits in this era looked extremely similar to men's suits!

(Left: Maria Amalia von Habsburg by Franz Joseph Winter, right: Member of the Van der Mersch Family by Cornelis Troost.)

As far as I can tell, the main differences are that the riding habits have a petticoat instead of breeches, and are made to fit over stays.

(Empress Elisabeth Christine in riding costume, unknown artist.)

So similar, in fact, that this portrait of a young lady in a riding habit was misidentified as a young man!

Most of the petticoat is out of frame, but you can still see that it's not beeches, and the stays shape is pretty obvious. Very silly of Sotheby's not to notice!

I have no idea if you're interested in wearing a riding habit, and I'm not sure how difficult it would be to alter the somewhat looser men's coat to fit over stays, but thought I ought to mention it.

[gothic-thoughts]

Under Her Influence

(Jojo one chance plz, I swear 😩😊)

Joseph Joestar x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, Best Friend's SisterAU, RoommatesAU, Enemies2LoversAU

CW: Caesar's younger sis (adopted ig cuz like 🤷🏾‍♀️), afab parts mentioned, she/her pronouns, secret relationship, male and fem masturbating, voyeurism, quiet/secret sex, eating 😻, P in V smashing, unprotected smashing

TW: Jojo's britshness (he's so cute wtf 😍)

Word Count: 1961 (give or take)

I had a little crush on Caesar's sister, (Y/n) since we met, but of course, before I could speak, the bastard threatened me about even trying. My love for her only grew when she moved in, but I was always side-eyed by Caesar for even making her laugh. Then outta nowhere, she started to avoid me for no reason! Even going as far as to ignore me when I spoke!

When (Y/n) was out of the house, I stormed up to Caesar's room and knocked on the door heavily. I wait for him to open it with a scowl on my face and my arms folded in front of my chest, ready to confront him. I just know he spread rumors about me! And I can't ask her cuz she'll just ignore me! As I raise my fist to pound on the door again, the blonde Italian opens the door with his arms crossed with an unimpressed expression.

“What is it, Jojo?” He asked, leaning on the doorway.

I poke him in the chest, “What the hell did you say to (Y/n) to make her hate me so much, you pompous prick?!”

“What are you talking about?!”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about! (Y/n)’s been ignoring me and treating me like trash outta nowhere for days!”

“Heh, maybe she’s finally seeing what I see; nothing but an annoying idiot.”

“So you did say something!” I grab his shirt, pulling him close, “You son of a bitch, you’re ruining my chances!”

“I knew this was about that!” He angrily pushes me away, “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from my sister!?”

“Well, it’s kinda hard to do that when we live in the same house, you dunce! And besides, she’s a grown woman; you can’t control who she likes!”

“I can if it’s you! I don’t want her anywhere near you!”

I groan and punch the wall, “And who are you to say that; you may be her brother, but not her father!”

“I’m the one protecting my baby sister from a broken heart after a useless 6-month fling with an idiot like you! So forget it, Jojo."

“Fling?! Dammit, Caesar, I wouldn't be acting like this for some stupid affair!"

"This is my last warning!"

He steps back and slams the door in my face leaving me in the hallway to groan loudly and angrily before punching the wall beside the door.

"I just want to talk to her! Is that so wrong to get to properly know my other roommate?!”

No response. Groaning, I punch the wall as lightly as I can despite my anger so I don’t give myself a new problem to deal with later. Ugh, I get that (Y/n)’s his only sister, but this is ridiculous! It's not fair to me! Or her! With one last loud groan, I storm downstairs and leave the house with a slam of the front door.

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I only came home from the bar soaking wet from the rain became hard, I arrived home from the bar a little drunk and still pissed at the argument earlier. I liked it better when she would try not to giggle at my flirts. I open the front door and go, inside striding up the main stairs to my bedroom as the house creaks from the storm. 

Ugh! Maybe if that bastard hadn’t banned me from talking to her, my feelings wouldn’t have gotten stronger! Stupid ass... I shuffle past Caesar’s room and grab my door handle, only to hear soft gasps of my name from behind me between the rumbles of thunder. Was that...? I hold my breath, listening for the hushed sounds again. Is she alright?

“Jojo~”

“(Y/n)?” I push the door open slightly, “Is every—?”  

My breathing caught in my throat, eyes widening at (Y/n)'s contorted face through the small space between the door and the frame. Those lovely dark eyes squeezed shut, those legs parted and trembling to keep her underwear at her knees while her fingers thrust in and out at knuckle depth. Her top was pulled up to her chest, leaving her big breasts on display while she gently twists and tugs on her hardened nipples.

...Oh...my...god... 

I couldn't move—I just stood there in shocked silence as she fought for her orgasm, feverish movements begging me for help, causing my pants to grow tighter and tighter thanks to the adrenaline and alcohol rushing through my veins. Goddamn, she....looks so nice... (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open for a second, and it was too late to leave. 

She yanks her hand from between her legs with a loud gasp as her skin dawns an undertone of deep red as her knees snap shut, allowing her underwear to loosely slide down to her ankles. Shit, shit, shit, how am I gonna explain this?! And why was that so hot?

"Jojo, what the hell?!" She snapped, still heaving slightly, "Were you spying on me, you pervert?!

I stammer. "Perv?! Me?!"

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"You were calling me! I thought you-- you...were...."

I pause, refocusing my attention on how I found her: moaning my name while she battled desperately for her climax. The moment replayed over and over in my head until I smirked a little and began ogling knowingly.

"You were calling my name." I tease, "One may even say you were moaning it."

"No, I wasn’t. I was...”

“Let me guess..." I step into the room before lightly kicking her door shut, "You were just trying to 'relax' after work?”

"Shut up! You're not even supposed to be home; Caesar said you were out for the rest of the night!"

“Well, I would be if it wasn’t raining cats and dogs."

"Tch." 

"Anyway, what'd he tell you about me that was so bad? Cuz, uh, I get the feeling none of it was true."

"Yeah, right."

"Well, honestly, it depends on what he said, but I bet it was just some bullshit just to get you to hate me. But I guess it didn't stop you from having moments like...this. But hey, don't stop on my account.”

"Wha--"

"You heard me. You've obviously had a long day so....continue."

I could practically hear her heart hammering on her ribcage, but I couldn't help but continue to stare at her body, wondering what she was imagining me doing to her. After the longest 30 seconds ever, (Y/n) finally looks at me, her gaze trailing up and down my body, most likely noticing the bulge in my pants before curling a finger to gesture me over.

I take slow steps to give her time to speak out and protest but manage to get to the foot of her bed without our eye contact breaking. My gaze moves down to observe the way her thighs shivered from her incomplete climax. The sight makes me moan softly as I grab her ankle and drag her to the edge, watching her thighs separate as her hand slowly slips back to her shiny clit.

"Mmh, you look as delicious as you sound." I groan, caressing her soft thigh, “C’mon, touch yourself to me like you were...before I do.”

She strokes it in small circles, fingers swirling her sensitive bud until she shivers, plush thighs tensing in front of me. I kneel at the edge of the bed for a closer look at how her opening twitches around nothing, pouring her juices down her butt to the bedsheets. Fuck, I want it. I want her. I...I... I undo my pants, letting my girth spring free before wrapping my fingers around it tightly.

"Ngh, Jojo."

"Don't call me like that, (Y/n)." I groan, stroking faster, "You're gonna drive me nuts."

Her hand stops and she smirks down at me, "You're already down there, aren't you?"

I instantly latch my mouth onto her rosebud, causing (Y/n)'s head to drop back into the mattress while she plays with my hair. Mewls and whimpers leave her lips along with my own moans as my tongue wiggles past her folds. I grab her thighs and hold her open for me while I slurp and lick until a mixture of slick and spit coated my lips and chin.

I reluctantly pull my tongue from her and stand, licking her essence from my lips with a devious smirk before slowly pushing my cock into her, groaning in disbelief at the snugness. I press my hands into the bed, plowing my body between her thighs to keep them open to my harsh strokes. Her nails sink into my shoulders and her teeth into her lip as my pace grows harder.

"~ah, my god." She gasps, "Holy shit~"

"Shhh, we still gotta be quiet."

"You're not ~ngh, making it easy."

"I know." I let out a breathless giggle, speeding up my hips, "You just feel so good, I-I can't.”

"Y-yes, oh my god~"

Moaning, I grip the sheets at the way she squeezes around me. I swirl my hips as I drive a little deeper, her hands tugging on my shirt while her legs wobble from the weight of me hammering against her cervix. 

"Oh my god~" She groans, legs wrapping around me, "You're gonna make me loud, J-Jojo."

"Heh, I knew you couldn't hate me; how could you when I'm so funny?"

"He talks s-so much shit about you, ngh, it's like a hobby."

"I don't care what that meathead thinks; I just care what his sister thinks."

Her legs pull me closer while her back arches under me with every drag along her sweet spots as her orgasm rushes through her. Her climax made her even wetter, turning the sound of every stroke into her inviting pussy into a soft squelch. Pure carnal need boils in my stomach at the feeling of her juices squelching out of her as I cover her mouth and start pounding into her with reckless abandon.

"Oh...sh-shit~" I moan, "Goddammit, you feel s-so...good."

"Don't stop, hah, baby, please. Jojo, please"

"You keep talking like that and I won't. Heh, your brother...would absolutely....kill me~"

My hips stutter out of rhythm as I huff out breathless groans every time my hips move before quickly pulling out despite the warmth. I stroke myself until warm seed shoots along her pelvis and stomach while I grunt out curses, hips jerking forward with each one. I press my clean hand into the mattress next to her side to catch myself.

"This don't have to be the only time we do this."

"I sure hope so, I've been wanting a normal conversation with you since you got here."

She chuckles, "So it's not just about you wanting to sleep with me?"

"It's not, even when it is." I laugh, "I just want to be close to you, and if this is the only way I can do it then...."

"We can be close another way."

"Closer than what we did? How's--"

She pulls me down by the collar of my shirt and hotly links her lips with mine. I moan in surprise, eyes widened before they flutter shut as her other hand slides up my chest to my shoulders. I take my turn to surprise then surprise her by slipping my tongue into her mouth, making her moan under me again. She tries to pull my body closer but I pull away with a giggle, breaking our forbidden kiss. Our eyes open while we pant heavily on each other's swollen, reddened lips.

"Sorry.” I whisper, “As much as I'd love to be pressed against your breasts again, we should get cleaned up before....uh.."