#zombie kakyoin

[missallanious]

HI YES GO READ ZOMBIE BY LAZYSERENDIPITY ON AO3

[lolobizarreadventuresshatpost]

Yes, Kakyoin passed away, but in truth he came back as an undead and he is having a good time. Yes, they loaded the coffin in the Ronald McDonald’s shoe car, it’s their limousine. Yes Kakyoin prints out pictures from the internet.

[robby-bobby-tommy]

Okay, I love French dub of TFP, it's too funny.

Like, for example.

In English dub we have this:

Menacing, terrifying. We are afraid of what Dreadwing could do to Knock out.

And then in French we have smt like this:

"Knock Out? Est-ce que tu vas bien?" (Knock out, are you ok?)

And he says it like he's just very surprised to see KO here and like he genuinely cares for his well-being hahahshhahahha

BUT THE ABSOLUTE BEST MOMENT WAS LATER IN THIS EPISODE THEY FORGOT TO PUT À DREADWING'S SCREAM LMAOOOOOOOOO

MY BOY JUST OPENED HIS MOUTH TO THE RAIN HAHAGSHAHAHHAHAHHSHSHAHHAHAHSHHAHAAHHS

[thornybubbles]

Playing Minecraft with the Stardust Crusaders

**Note: Originally I was going to have this be a story with just Kakyoin, but I decided to add the rest of the Stardust Crusaders. Also I decided to just do headcanons instead of writing a full story. I’ve been writing a lot of dark yandere stuff and I just wanted a break. So here’s something wholesome. PS. Polnareff’s part was my favorite to write. XD **

Joseph

He may be an old man, but he’s not completely out of touch when it comes to the concept of video games. It takes him a little bit to learn how to play, but once he gets the hang of it, there’s no stopping him. Joseph’s building skills are pretty basic. He’s more interested in the survival and exploration elements of Minecraft. Once he gets his house built, he does a little mining to get a full set of iron armor, weapons, and tools and then he’s off to explore. He’s almost never seen around the main base and spends most of his time many, many blocks away, discovering cool things. He will often ask questions about things he’s unfamiliar with and you explain it to him. Sometimes he hardly speaks at all because he’s too enamored with all the stuff he’s discovering. 

Then there was the “Creeper Incident”. Joseph made the mistake of doing some exploring at night instead of going to sleep like a good little Minecrafter. 

“Hey, what’s this freaky green thing?” he asked you. 

“Freaky green thing? What kind of freaky green thing?” you said, wanting some specifics. 

“It looks like a depressed cactus,” he explained. 

Uh oh.

“Oh! That’s a cr---!” 

There was a distant explosion followed by Joseph screaming, “Oh my God! Son of a bitch!!!” 

After that, something changed in Joseph’s play style. He went from explorer to monster hunter. Angry at having been blown up and losing all his stuff, he goes on a vendetta to destroy all creepers. And why stop there? Zombies, spiders,skeletons or any other creature of the night that crosses his path were quickly dealt with. He goes deep into learning brewing, armor and weapon enchanting, and anything else he can think of to give him an edge against the hostile mobs. With Avdol’s help he builds a battle tower and protective wall around the base. He has very big dreams about taking out the Ender Dragon. 

Joseph is a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to Minecraft. He may not be the best builder but he has a lot of creative ideas that help all of you with whatever projects you might be working on, especially when it comes to base defense and monster fighting.

Jotaro

He only ever plays when either you or one of the other Crusaders asks him to. When he first spawned in he wasn’t too impressed. He had a hard time figuring out what he wanted to do. At first, he doesn’t bother building a house or anything and just bums around his grandpa’s house. He makes a snide comment about how Joseph’s house is just a big, wooden block with one window and a door. Joseph grumbles something about how his house didn’t need to be pretty, just practical. Joseph ends up being the one to teach Jotaro how to play, while you occasionally interject to mention something Joseph may have forgotten about. Jotaro just responds with non-committal grunts and wanders around the base, checking things out. 

Eventually, he goes off on his own to explore and find somewhere nearby to build a house. He hasn’t collected any resources, has no tools, or crafted a weapon of any kind when he starts exploring. You try to warn him that he should at least get a wooden sword to defend himself with, but he ignores you. It isn’t until night comes and he is nearly killed by zombies that he finally decides to get some wood and stone and make some basic tools. He still hasn’t found a decent place to build yet, though.  

After he’s wandered around for about 4 in-game days, he comes across a village. Jotaro watches the villagers run around, doing their thing, and is bemused at their silly appearance and sounds. But when nighttime comes and zombies start attacking them, Jotaro feels he’s found his purpose in the game. Somebody has to protect these dumb looking guys and it may as well be him. He teams up with Avdol and Joseph (who is a little miffed that someone found a village before he did) to form a “Village Security Team”. While Avdol fixes the village up by patching holes in walkways, correcting poorly spawned buildings, and starting work on building a monster proof wall around the village, Jotaro and Joseph stay up at night to fight off the monsters. 

Eventually, Jotaro builds a massive fortress near the village and Avdol attaches the wall to it. This fortress serves as Jotaro’s home and the village becomes the secondary base for you guys. Joseph jokingly calls him “King JoJo” and “Your Highness” which usually has Jotaro grumbling under his breath. He spends most of his days decorating or improving either the fortress or the village itself. When he’s not doing that, he’s usually tagging along on one of his Grandfather’s adventures. 

Kakyoin

The redstone wizard of the group. Noriaki’s beaten the game a few times already, but only recently started messing around with redstone contraptions. He set up an automated farm that both harvests and replants crops as well as a huge mineshaft with minecarts set up so that they returned to the surface to be unloaded whenever players filled them up with resources.

As innovative as he is, though, he often uses his redstone skills to be an absolute troll. And usually, his victim is you. That’s not to say that he hasn’t pranked any of the others yet, it’s just that you’re his favorite target. It’s kinda your fault though. It started back when you first started playing Minecraft together and you might have, possibly, sorta, kinda, completely un-accidentally pilfered a diamond or two from one of his chests. He knew you were the culprit because there wasn’t anyone else in the game at the time but the two of you. He didn’t call you out on it, though, assuming that you would replace the diamonds as soon as you got a chance. You never did. While you actually did have every intention of returning the diamonds to him, you just forgot about it. It didn’t help that you later developed a habit of helping yourself to whatever you found in his chests instead of going out and getting the resources for yourself. Hey, it was easier and it saved time!

Nori never said a word about it, instead opting to quietly plan his revenge. One day you went down into his storage basement to grab some cobblestone from one of his chests. You were only going to grab a stack or two and make a mental note (for the hundredth time) to replace whatever you took, but knowing that you’d probably forget. When you opened the chest, though, you didn’t find any cobblestone. Instead you found yourself staring into the sullen face of a creeper, its warning hiss in your ears. You let out a shriek of terror and braced yourself for the inevitable explosion, but it never came. You examined the “creeper” again only to see that it was nothing more than an armor stand wearing a creeper head and green dyed leather armor. It was inside of a minecart that was cleverly hidden behind the chest. You just stared at it as your brain slowly came to the conclusion that you’d just been pranked. 

“Ah, I see you found my theft deterrent.” Noriaki said, amusement clear in his voice. “It’s a nifty little project I found online called the ‘creeper in a box’ prank.” 

You can’t even say anything. He got you good and you know it. You made it a point to stay out of his storage basement from then on. 

It doesn’t stop there though. That one little incident unleashed Noriaki’s inner troll and you’re the one who gets to suffer for it. From filling your house with dirt blocks to slowly rearranging your decorations over time to see how long it would take for you to notice, Noriaki just seems to love messing with you. You have to admit that while his pranks are annoying, they are pretty funny and too clever for you to really get mad at. Your “favorite” was when he hid a bunch of note blocks under your house and arranged them to play a certain song when you opened the front door. 

“Nori, why is my house Rick Rolling me?” you demand of him, annoyed but admittedly amused. 

“Why are you asking me?” he says, playing dumb. 

He knows what he did. 

You eventually do give him his diamonds back in hopes that will appease him. It does… for a little while at least. 

Avdol

The master builder. Before being invited to play Minecraft with you guys, he’d never really played a video game before. But there was something about the building mechanics of the game that awakened something within him, possibly nostalgia for those calm times with building blocks when he was a little kid. Whatever the case, Avdol takes to building like a pro and all without any YouTube tutorials, too. You want a medieval style bakery? You got one. Want a modern bungalow? He’ll do it. Giant fire breathing demon chicken to put in the middle of the base? You can envision the weird looks he wants to give you, but he’ll make one of those, no problem. His best projects are the ones he does on his own, though, with no guidance and with minimal suggestions. 

Due to his building skills, he finds himself constantly busy within the game as someone always has some kind of building project they want help with. He even offered to improve Joseph’s plain block house. The old man told him to do whatever he pleased and then went off to go treasure hunting with Jotaro and Kakyoin. When Joseph came back he found his simple home had been converted into a deceptively cute cabin. While Joseph was impressed enough with how cozy it looked, Avdol revealed that the cabin had a secret, a well hidden secret chamber that appealed to Joseph's inner superhero fanboy. He had his very own secret lair now (yeah, it’s not really a secret if everybody on the server knows about it, but let the old man dream)!

Over time, Avdol has added things here and there to the base to keep things from looking so plain. He’s added a decorated pond for fishing and just a place to hang out. There’s also a meeting area for when the whole gang gets together right before going on an adventure (brings back bittersweet memories. At least this time there’s no danger of anyone actually dying.). 

And yes, he even added that giant fire breathing demon chicken statue you wanted so badly. Your odd tastes aside, Avdol managed to make the abomination of a statue look rather cool and stylized. Kakyoin wants it to be the mascot for your group. It ends up being put on any and all banners for the base, much to Avdol’s chagrin. 

Every time he gets online with you guys he is either working on a project or starting another one. He never seems to run out of things to do. Surprisingly, his own home is rather quaint. Just a regular old farm house, but it’s very pretty. And yes, he has a chicken farm. 

Polnareff

Chaos incarnate. This man got into the game and immediately started doing everything WRONG! Digging straight down, forgetting to sleep at least once to ward off phantoms, forgetting to crouch when standing at the edge of great heights, you name it he’s messed it up. So basically just Polnareff being Polnareff. He always manages to find danger or danger finds him. Every monster in the area seems to target him specifically. On one mining trip you actually watched around five zombies shamble right past you and head straight for a very startled Polnareff. They completely ignored you! He’s died so many times that you actually put in the “keep inventory” cheat so that at the very least he stops losing all of his hard earned resources. 

Speaking of resources, when it comes to mining it’s the one thing that Jean Pierre is really, really lucky at. To the point that it makes everyone else jealous. He was the first to find diamonds and emeralds and the first to manage to get full stacks of both. You never even thought it possible to find 64 emeralds naturally, but Polnareff managed to pull it off. Joseph is quick to accuse him of cheating which results in a very childish argument between the two until you step in and explain that you were with Polnareff the whole time and he just finds diamonds and emeralds by chance. Joseph apologizes but grumbles when Polnareff laughs. Ever since then, whenever he comes across diamonds, or anything even remotely interesting, he is very obnoxious about it. 

“HEY GUYS!!! GUESS WHO FOUND EVEN MORE DIAMONDS?!!” he’ll shout in an annoying sing-song voice.

This usually results in annoyed huffs from Avdol and Kakyoin, disgruntled “Good griefs” from Jotaro, not-so-humble requests for him to stop bragging like an asshole from Joseph, and a threat or two from you that if he didn’t stop rubbing your faces in it, you would shove him into the nearest lava pit. This always earns a mischievous giggle or two from him. He’s so full of himself about it. He does make up for it though, when he crafts full sets of diamond armor for you all. For all his arrogant bragging, he’s really rather generous with his finds. If any of you need diamonds or emeralds he’s the first to offer up his stash. After all, he has so many, why shouldn’t he share? ~ ❤

Whenever he goes mining, you usually tag along. You say that it’s so you can help him carry his loot, but actually it’s because you’re his self appointed babysitter. Just like in real life, it just isn’t a good idea for him to run off by himself. You never say that out loud though because you know how sensitive he is about being danger-prone. Besides he likes having you along and the two of you end up as mining buddies almost every time you play. Sometimes Kakyoin joins you as he’s always in need of redstone and other materials for his contraptions (it’s important to note that Polnareff is Kakyoin’s second favorite trolling victim and it always makes you nervous whenever he tags along because you never know if he’s up to something or just genuinely wants to collect resources.). 

Whenever you and Polnareff go off on your own to do anything, the rest of the Crusaders server prepares their poor ears for the inevitable screaming and swearing that will follow. Something happens to you whenever you pair up with Polnareff. Your brain power seems to get cut in half and the two of you end up becoming an unintentional comedy duo that has everyone else either laughing or, in Jotaro’s case, muting you for being “too damn loud”. 

There was one time that Polnereff was digging a strip mine that ended up leading right into the Deep Dark and the Warden’s territory. You can probably guess what happened. Before you could warn him, Polnareff’s antics end up summoning the Warden and the monster kills you both before either of you have a chance to panic. This results in Polnareff seeking revenge (or trying to) and going all the way back to the Deep Dark to fight the Warden again (and dragging you along each time), and (both of you) dying again. This happens about three more times before he actually manages to defeat the Warden only to find out that he doesn’t get any kind of reward for it (other than bragging rights, which believe me, he takes advantage of). 

On a minor note, Polnareff’s inventory is always extremely unorganized. Whether referring to his personal inventory or his storage chests his inventory is in shambles. There’s no rhyme or reason for where he places things in his hotbar and sometimes he’ll end up hitting monsters with a stick or block of glass rather than his sword. He also has a bad habit of using the wrong tool for certain jobs, such as using his pickaxe on dirt instead of his shovel and it drives more organized players like Kakyoin and Avdol insane. 

BONUS:

Iggy

(We’re assuming that the little gremlin lives with you) While he can’t exactly play video games for obvious reasons, he does kinda like watching you play, but that’s only if he’s not trying to take a nap (you’re kinda noisy). Most of the time he just plops down in his comfy spot and watches you struggle to survive in what he mentally calls the “stupid human block game”. He is really amused whenever you and Polnareff team up because watching you two together is comedy gold. Sometimes, when you’re playing alone, he’ll wait for you to be exploring a dark, creepy cave and suddenly bark very loudly for no reason, causing you to very nearly jump out of your skin. 

Iggy: “BARK!���

You scream, swear, and jump back so hard that your headset falls off. Your mouse has been practically thrown across the room. You turn around and glare at the little brat. 

“IGGY!” you shout accusingly. 

The cheeky little doggo runs out of the room making sounds that can be interpreted as the canine equivalent of snickering.

[ryuunchi]

Casual

You try to keep things casual with Jotaro, but the feelings keep growing, leaving you to wonder why it always feels like more.

The ocean waves crash against the dock, a slow rhythm that matches the way your heart pounds in your chest. The night air is thick with salt, clinging to your skin, but you don’t move away from the railing. You don’t dare move, not when Jotaro is standing this close.

It was always like this. Being near him felt like playing with fire, even when neither of you said much.

“You’re quiet tonight.” His voice is low, rough, but there’s a hint of something softer beneath it.

“So are you.”

Jotaro exhales sharply, but it isn’t annoyed. It’s amused, maybe even something else, something you don’t have the courage to name. He leans against the railing beside you, his hands loose in his coat pockets, his eyes fixed on the endless black of the ocean.

This wasn’t a date. It wasn’t anything, really. Just like all the other nights you’d found yourselves alone, lingering too long in spaces that weren’t meant for two people who were supposed to be just casual.

But when you were alone, when the world wasn’t watching—

He turns his head slightly, studying you beneath the brim of his hat. You keep looking at me like that.

You swallow. “Like what?”

Like you want something as Jotaro said 

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to play it off, but he doesn’t break eye contact. And that’s the thing about Jotaro, he never looks at anyone like this, like they matter. Like they’re the only thing in the world.

And he sure as hell doesn’t let just anyone touch him.

So when you take a slow step closer, and he doesn’t pull away, the air between you thickens. You tilt your chin up, heart hammering in your throat And for a moment, just a moment you hesitate.

Then his hand lifts, fingertips grazing your jaw, and it’s over.

The kiss is slow, almost hesitant. His lips are warm, careful, even though he’s never been careful about anything in his life. It’s not rushed, not desperate it’s the kind of kiss that lingers, the kind that says all the things neither of you are ready to admit.

When you pull away, your breath is uneven, your pulse racing. Jotaro stays close, his forehead nearly touching yours.

The night air is thick with tension, but neither of you say anything about what just happened. You’re both too stubborn, too prideful, to admit that kiss meant more than it should have.

By the time the group reaches the next stop, it’s like nothing ever happened.

Alright, Joseph says, stretching his back as he steps out of the Jeep. Avdol and I will check if there’s a room available.

Polnareff hops out right after. “And I need to find a bathroom. Kakyoin, you’re coming with me.”

Kakyoin blinks. “Why am I—”

Because,” Polnareff says dramatically, “every time I go to the bathroom alone, something horrible happens. Every time.

Kakyoin sighs. That’s ridiculous—

I was attacked by zombies! And before that, I was almost stabbed! And before that—”

“Fine, fine,” Kakyoin groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll go.”

You watch them walk off, their conversation fading into the distance. That leaves just you and Jotaro in the Jeep. Alone. Again.

You steal a glance at him. He looks completely unbothered, arms crossed, hat pulled low over his eyes. Like the kiss never happened. Like it was nothing.

You shouldn’t care. You don’t care. Then why do you feel like you can still taste him on your lips?

The silence stretches, the distant sounds of the city filling the space between you. You should say something, anything. But every time you try, the memory of his lips pressing into yours makes your brain short-circuit.

Jotaro shifts slightly, his hand resting near the gearshift. His fingers flex like he’s debating something. Then—

Are we actually pretending it didn’t happen? you blurt out.

He exhales sharply, like he’s been caught. Tch. What do you want me to say?

You open your mouth, but the words stick to your throat. I know, there's no  attachment. We’re just friends, right?

So why the hell does it feel like this?

Jotaro turns his head, his gaze heavy, assessing. You don’t look away. It’s stupid. You’re both being stupid.

And yet—

The space between you disappears. His hand grips your chin, tilting your head just enough before his lips are on yours again. It’s different this time. Less careful. More certain. It’s not supposed to happen. But we’re here again, aren’t we?

The moment his tongue brushes against yours, the driver’s side window slams open.

UGH! This bathroom is the worst! Polnareff’s voice rings through the parking lot, making you both jerk apart. “It doesn’t even have proper toilet paper!

At least you weren’t attacked by a Stand user, Kakyoin deadpans.

You clear your throat, pretending you weren’t just making out in the front seat while Jotaro adjusts his hat like that somehow hides what just happened.

Nothing happened.

Nothing ever happens.

Except it keeps happening.

It was supposed to be over. You were supposed to keep things casual. But then you end up alone again, this time in a supply closet, because the others were too busy arguing about room arrangements.

It starts as an accident. A brush of hands as you both reach for something at the same time. A shared glance that lingers too long.

And then?

You don’t know who moves first.

The kiss is hungry this time. Frustrated. A contradiction of everything you both swear isn’t happening between you. His hands grip your waist, yours tug at his coat, and it’s heat and pressure and the damn feeling that neither of you can stop.

It shouldn’t feel this good.

Jotaro exhales against your lips, like he’s trying to think through the haze. You know what he’s about to say before he does.

This is stupid, he mutters.

I know. Your breath is shaky. "No attachment."

You feel him tense. Like something about that word bothers him. But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his lips find yours again.

Maybe there’s nothing between you two.

Maybe it doesn’t mean anything.

Then why the hell does it keep happening?

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It didn’t stop after Egypt.

You thought it would. That once the battle was over, once everyone went their separate ways, things would go back to normal. But Jotaro never stopped finding you.

Between classes, after school—he was always there, pulling you into quiet corners where no one could see. His hand gripping your wrist, his lips crashing into yours, like this was something neither of you could quit.

But you never talked about it. Never defined it.

You told yourself it was fine. That it didn’t need a name.

But then senior prom came.

-----

The venue is breathtaking, blue and silver drapes cascade from the ceiling, fairy lights flickering like reflections on water. The tables are covered in pearlescent cloths, seashell centerpieces glimmering under the soft glow of the chandeliers. It’s beautiful. Enchanting. Exactly how you’d imagined it would be.

And for the first time in a long time, you feel hopeful.

Your dress flows like liquid sapphire, the silky fabric hugging your figure before cascading down like ocean waves. The off-shoulder design bares just enough skin to feel elegant, the beading on the bodice catching the light with every movement. You look good more than good.

Tonight was supposed to be different.

You were going to find him. You were going to ask him—not for a dance, not for a stolen moment in the dark. But for something real. A chance to be more than what you've been.

You take a deep breath, scanning the room.

And then you see him.

Your heart stutters.

Jotaro stands near the dance floor, his hat tilted back slightly, his usual unreadable expression in place. Even in a suit, he’s unmistakably him—unrushed, detached, like none of this matters.

But what makes you stop cold isn’t him.

It’s the girl standing close.

It’s the way her fingers ghost along his jaw.

It’s the way she tilts her chin up.

It’s the way he leans down.

And then she kisses him.

A slow, deliberate kiss. The kind that means something.

The kind you thought was yours.

The music swells, laughter and conversation filling the air, but all of it fades into static. Your fingers tremble at your sides, the silk of your dress suddenly suffocating.

It’s fine, you tell yourself. It’s fine.

There was never an us, right?

But then the memories come.

The way he used to press you against the lockers when no one was around. The way his breath would hitch when you traced your fingers along his jaw. The way his hands would linger just a second too long, like he wanted more but never said it.

The way he kissed you. Like he needed you.

You feel sick.

Your chest tightens, but no tears come. You won’t cry here. Not where he can see.

You force your feet to move, turning away before the weight in your throat swallows you whole. You don’t stop, don’t look back.

But as you step toward the exit, something makes you glance over your shoulder—just once.

And that’s when you see it.

Jotaro is looking at you.

His lips are still close to hers, but his eyes… they’re on you.

And for a split second, something flashes across his face.

Regret? Guilt? Or maybe—

Maybe it’s nothing at all.

Because after all this time, after everything you shared, everything you lost yourself in—

There was never an us.

Not really.

And maybe there never would be.

You inhale sharply, then step through the doors, leaving him behind.

The cool night air wraps around you as you step outside, your heels clicking softly against the pavement. The music from the prom venue is still faintly audible, but out here, it feels like another world.

Your chest rises and falls unevenly as you walk aimlessly, your arms wrapping around yourself—not from the cold, but because you need to hold yourself together.

Then you stop.

You tilt your head back, eyes tracing the vast sky above. It’s endless, an ocean of stars blinking down at you, their light soft and steady.

And you laugh.

A small, broken sound escapes your lips. It shouldn’t be funny, but it is.

Because this was how it all started, wasn’t it?

You can still remember that night in Egypt. The way the desert air had been cool against your skin, the scent of the ocean lingering even in the distance. You had been standing at the railing of a dock, lost in the serenity of the moment, watching the waves roll beneath the moonlight.

And then he was there.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood beside you, arms crossed, his hat pulled low like always.

I didn’t think you were the type to enjoy the view, you had teased.

He had scoffed but stayed. Tch. You talk too much.

But he hadn’t left.

Minutes passed in silence, just the sound of the water lapping against the dock. And then, just like tonight you had turned to face him.

You ever think about what comes after this? you had asked. “After Egypt?”

Jotaro had looked at you then, really looked at you. His sharp aquamarine eyes softened in the dim light, something unreadable flickering beneath the surface.

I don’t know, I try not to he admitted.

And maybe that was the moment you should have realized it. That you were always just something in the present for him. Something temporary.

But you didn’t realize it then. Because that was also the first time he kissed you.

It had been slow, hesitant. His lips had brushed against yours like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to want this. And when you had kissed him back, he didn’t pull away.

That moment had felt like everything.

But now, staring at the stars above, you laugh bitterly.

I was a fool.

A fool to think that night had meant something. A fool to believe that just because he kept finding you, just because he kept kissing you, that it mattered.

That you mattered.

You close your eyes, letting the weight of everything sink in.

Maybe it was always going to end like this. Maybe you had just been lying to yourself, hoping that one day, he would turn to you and finally see you as something more.

But Jotaro Kujo never looked past the moment.

And now?

Now, neither will you.

You take one last deep breath, one last look at the night sky, and then

You walk away.

For good.

[paintsplash1712]

So I Gender-swapped Kakyoin and Giorno, it’s about time I posted some art of Fem! Jonathan aka Joanna Joestar!

What do you think?

(Info about AU and process under cut)

So I’ve been writing a part 3 rewrite (Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic) but if some of the characters were gender-swapped for funsies and Joanna was my first. I was originally going to start my AU with part 1 but I found it hard to write it so just went to part 3 and I’m back writing part 1 while planning for future part 3 chapters (why is my brain like this?).

So I decided to draw some outfits for Joanna, I’ve seen far too many people draw Fem! Johnathan in a dress or corset but the more I watched part 1 and read the manga the more I realised that wouldn’t make sense, I mean with how much fighting she’s doing the dress would be in the way so I’ve made her a Tom-boy. In my AU, if she’s wearing a dress it’s because Dio or her father is controlling her wardrobe, not because it was her choice.

I saw this cool looking coat on Pinterest and immediately wanted to use it with how the bottom looked and I think it fits, helps with her silhouette and very dramatic. I loved how it came out! And of course I had to do the battle outfit, because cropped tops weren’t a thing back in Victorian England I made it that it was torn in a fight (maybe from a zombie or something? Haven’t decided).

I would like to do Jonathan’s other outfits Araki has drawn him in in the future, I think it would be fun.

Outfit References:

[riddleofriddles]

Ok here we go! I promised I’d give kakyoin info plus a fun reference soooooo :3

AHEM

Age: 18

Ethnicities: Japanese/Dominican

Nationality: Japanese

Pronouns: He/They

Gender: Masc Enby

Sexuality: Pan

Info: Like in cannon kakyoin is a great student and quick learner. He’s incredibly observant and good at figuring out things. This comes from his extensive studying, but also from how much he likes games. I feel like he’d be into stealth games the most. He likes sneaking around and catching enemies by surprise!

They’re muscular but lean, practicing Ariel gymnastics which helps them maneuver well with their stand. I feel like Heiro being such a flexible stand would make it so kakyoin is flexible too. I think they mimic each other a lot due to how seperate they felt from everyone else.

Fashion wise and life style wise my Noriaki is goth. He listens to goth bands and dresses in the gothic style. But not all the time. Sometimes they experiment with other alt looks. Nori also is a little…. Strange. He’s autistic (like me) and is very good at masking. They like to observe people and figure out how to better act around them. But if they feel comfy with you they’ll just be like how they actually are. Uh he likes horror too <3 loves horror games and movies and novels. Thinks vampires are cool but overrated, way into zombies and ghosts more.

And uh… yeah! That’s it but feel free to ask me more about him :D

Clearer reference for anyone who wants a better looksie

[sllverchariot]

Get to You (Polnareff x Reader) Chapter Eleven

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 - 2.1k ♡ 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 14 chapters written and posted over there and i'm working on posting them here as well, but if you're interested in more i suggest checking there first since updates are far more frequent on there! i'd honestly completely forgot about posting on here, but thank you to everyone who has given it a read!! ♡ this fic follows the events of stardust crusaders with some changes obviously. enjoy!!!

Things took a turn rather quickly after finding the remnants of the Speedwagon helicopter. A vicious attack came soon after. A terrifying water stand, that relied solely on sound, left everyone fighting for their lives with little hope of recovery.

It seemed like every time you thought things couldn’t get any worse, they managed to find a way. You all had been left cowering on top of the car, both Avdol and Kakyoin gravely injured. Things were looking dire, and you started to wonder if this might really be the end for all of you. 

But Jotaro’s quick thinking managed to save you all, as he used Iggy and his stand to finally track down and defeat the stand’s user. Allowing those of you still trapped on the car a moment to breathe, and finally get Avdol and Kakyoin to a hospital. 

Things cooled down after that, everyone standing by anxiously in the hospital waiting room as the day came to a close and the sun began to set. 

Your eyelids grew heavy as you rested your head on your hand in one of the uncomfortable chairs. You fought to stay conscious, like a kid at the end of the family gathering waiting for their parents to finally shut up and go.

Joseph seemed to take notice of your plight though, as he rose to his feet in front of everyone. 

“It’s getting late. We ought to check into a hotel for the night, there’s no use in all of us waiting around here anyway. One of us can stay back in case there’s any news, and the rest of us can get some shut eye.” Joseph suggested, and you would’ve probably jumped for joy if your body wasn’t running on fumes. You felt a little guilty wanting to leave when your comrades were still struggling, but you knew you’d be utterly useless if you were completely sleep deprived tomorrow.

“I’ll stay here for now. I’ll call if there’s any updates.” Jotaro added, peering out from the shade of his hat as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

“Thank god, I’m exhausted. I can’t afford to miss out on any more of my beauty rest.” Polnareff chimed in, and you poorly concealed a laugh. Iggy then yowling along with you, which earned the both of you a glare from the Frenchman.

The four of you walked to the nearest lodging. It was small, but cozy, and you honestly didn’t care what the place looked like so long as it had a bed. 

The old man checked in, and a few minutes later dropped a key in your hand. You barely glanced at the room number as you dragged your sluggish body up the stairs, moving like a zombie as you trailed behind the two men.

When you reached the first landing, Joseph said his goodnights and stepped out, leaving you and Polnareff to continue the hike up the stairs, Iggy having gone off on his own somewhere along the way. As you reached the fourth floor, you both stepped out of the stairwell into the hallway in relative silence. 

You made your way down the hall with Polnareff, glancing at the number stamped on your key as you neared the corresponding room. 

You finally slowed to a stop in front of it, fiddling with your room key.

“Goodnight, Polnareff, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You mumbled to the Frenchman who had also stopped beside you.

“What do you mean? This is my room. I know you’re tired, but come on now.” He replied, holding out his key for you to see.

You gave him an incredulous look, shaking your head and holding up your own key. “Um, no. This is my room. Look,” You argued, dangling your key in front of his face

He grabbed it to steady it from your swaying hand, and looked slightly horrified as his eyes read over the numbers.

“No, you look! They’re the same number.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed his key from his grip, holding the two side by side in disbelief. As your tired brain caught up to what your eyes were seeing, you groaned, shoving the Frenchman’s key back into his hand.

“Ugh, whatever. As long as there’s two beds I’m too tired to care.” You muttered, inserting the key into the lock and letting the door swing open. 

You paused for a moment, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room as the vague shapes became more visible, before the Frenchman flicked on the light switch. 

As you took in your surroundings, you had a brief flashback to the very first night you began this journey. One lone bed lying before you. 

“Oh my god, you can’t be serious right now.” You whined, shuffling further into the room. “I’m never letting that old man check us in again.” You threw yourself down on the bed, unzipping your boots and kicking them off onto the floor as Polnareff stood in the doorway.

“I’m calling dibs on this room. I’m way too tired to go back down there and complain.” You muttered, laying back on the bed and enjoying its soft comfort.

“Fine, then. I’ll go talk to them.” Polnareff grumbled, turning on his heels and letting the door slam behind him. 

You crawled under the covers, pulling them over your head and snuggling into the warmth. You couldn’t help but laugh a little, finding yourself in this absurd situation once more. 

Soon after, sleep overtook you, as you enjoyed the comforts of the plush bed and drifted into dreamland. 

-

“(Y/n), wake up.” A voice half-whispered, half-shouted at you, a hand shaking your shoulder lightly. “Come on (Y/n), get up. Give me one of the pillows and the blankets.” The voice continued, and finally your sleepy brain registered that it was Polnareff. 

You groaned, turning your body away from him and pulling the covers over your head. “Ugh, go get your own room.” You whined, voice muffled underneath the blankets. 

“I can’t! The woman at the front desk didn’t understand me at all. She thought we were a couple and wasn’t getting anything I was saying!” He scream-whispered at you, and you groaned again, brain still mostly asleep. “Can’t you just give me a pillow and a blanket so I can sleep on the floor again?!” 

“Ugh, I don’t wanna move. Just climb in.” You mumbled, snuggling deeper into the blankets. 

“W-what?!” He questioned, and you faintly heard the shuffling of his clothes as he stood up straight. 

“Just get in.” You said again, peeking your head out from the covers so he could hear you better. 

“What are you talking about? Are you feeling alright?” He asked, shock and concern both laced in his voice. 

“I’m not saying it again. I’m not moving. So you can sleep on the floor with nothing or you can climb in with me. You have to sleep on the edge though.” You grumbled, burrowing deeper once again and hiding your face under the duvet. 

The room was dead silent for a moment, and you could feel Polnareff’s presence standing behind you, seemingly frozen in shock, until you finally heard the shuffling of clothes and the sound of him tugging off his boots

A moment later, the covers were pulled up and the bed dipped beside you. You poked your head out once more, opening one eye enough to see him lying stick straight on his back and nearly falling off the edge. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, you can get comfortable. I’m not going to bite you.” You teased. 

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” He replied flatly, not moving from his stiff position. 

“Whatever. I gave you a choice, you chose bed so you have to deal with the consequences, I guess. If I wake up and see you fell on the floor, I’m gonna laugh my ass off.” You grumbled, scooting away and turning over in the bed so your back was facing him. You waited for whatever snarky comeback he had for you, but none came, just silence and stillness in the dark room. 

You lay there a moment, confused and irritated, wondering if you should just try to fall asleep again and deal with the awkwardness in the morning. But your overactive mind wasn’t going to let that happen. 

“What’s your deal lately? Why have you been avoiding me ever since Avdol came back? The most you’ve said to me lately has been complaining about Iggy.” You questioned, voice full of irritation and attitude as you grew more frustrated at the man’s silence. 

“Tell me the truth, (Y/n)... Did you know about Avdol?” He asked, voice so low and steady you couldn’t get any sort of read on him. 

You paused for a moment, so caught off guard by the question you weren’t sure how to respond at first. 

Finally, you tugged the blankets off your head and sat up, turning to face him. 

“Do you really think I knew that whole time? And just let you sit there and spill your guts to me, without saying anything? Is that honestly the type of person you think I am?” You asked, hurt and frustration evident in your voice. “I found out probably twenty minutes before you did. I chewed them all out, I got lost searching on that damn island, trying to find you so I could tell you before anyone else. Is that really why you’ve been avoiding me?”

He finally sat up to face you, a mixture of emotions painted on his face as those blue eyes finally met yours, dimly lit by the moonlight pouring in from the windows. 

“How was I supposed to know, (Y/n)? If those jackasses lied to me, how was I supposed to know you didn’t too?! I’ve felt like such a fool, baring my soul to you over something that wasn’t even real. You’ve already made it so painfully clear where I stand with you, so why should I have assumed any different…” He trailed off, breaking eye contact and staring down at the bed. “You say I confuse you, but you’re so difficult to understand. All those moments we shared, I thought I could finally get to you…”

You froze, heart beating out of your chest and a lump in your throat as you looked at him, his heart laid bare in front of you. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Polnareff…” You put your face in your hands, rubbing your eyes to rid them of the tears threatening to gather. “You know, I’ve felt guilty about that first night since the very moment those words left my mouth. It wasn't just because of you, you know. I just… I don’t know. You’re always so hot and cold with me, I’ll start to think you might really care and then… You do something stupid, and it hurts, and god, it makes me so angry. Every time you’d say some corny pickup line, I’d start to think I could really fall for you, and maybe you for me. There’s just… something different about you. But then, every single time I’d start to think that, you’d do some stupid shit to make me realize you’re just like anyone, like you’re only chasing one thing.” You let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “How could you be so vulnerable with me, tell me I’m the only one you can talk to, and then go hit on some random woman you just met? Every time I thought I could get to you, you’d throw it back in my face.” 

You both sat in silence, facing each other but both too afraid to make eye contact. The silence grew louder as it wound on, Polnareff’s lack of response cutting into your heart like a knife after your confession. 

You clenched your fists, tears truly beginning to burn at your eyes now as he kept his mouth shut. 

“God, aren’t you even going to say anything?!” You spat, sorrow quickly turning to anger. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice finally came, low and shaky. 

“You’re sorry? That’s it?” You questioned, bewildered. But that was it, as he sat there quietly, head hung low. 

You let out a shocked, anxious laugh. Rage and sadness bubbling in your stomach, threatening to make you sick. Finally, you climbed out of the bed, tugging your boots back on and gathering your few belongings. 

“This is what I’m talking about. You make me feel like such a fucking idiot.” You mumbled, voice cracking at the end as you stifled a sob, and slammed the door behind you. 

[cassyapper]

i understand why vampire kakyoin is a thing but i loooove zombie kakyoin im a big fan of that one

[sebaztianlovesgeek]

Polnareff's character:

a man who suffered the trauma of being an orphan and his younger sister being assaulted and killed in his late teenage years and had dedicated many years of his life trying to find the man who killed her, he thought that was his only purpose in life and saw nothing else, not even the friends he made in early part 3. After killing his sisters murderer with the help of Kakyoin (while going through another set of trauma due to Avdol being killed right before that) his character grows throughout part 3 since after finally completing his goal he realises there's nothing really else to do then help Jotaro and the others find Dio, and that his life had better meaning than just feeling anger and grief over his sister. He's had multiple episodes focusing on him, and he also made a return in late part 5

The episodes focusing on Polnareff:

-episodes 10-11 are quite serious but it starts with Polnareff getting scared by a pigs head sticking out the toilet

-a bootleg Chucky doll threatening to bite his balls off and trying to kill him

-getting chased around by zombies in a hotel who were controlled by the mother of the guy who killed his sister

-later being forced to lick the toilet in said episode

-after reuniting with Avdol one of the first things they think to do is to pee in the enemy stand users mouth and calling it "male bonding"

-getting chased around by a guy with a sword

-getting possessed by Anubis because he touched that sword

-getting turned into a child and having to run around naked while being chased by a creepy guy and also having to protect a woman who was turned into a fetus

-(ik this episode technically wasn't focused on him but whatever) some random cowboy shoving his fingers up his nose, later being held hostage by the cowboy and having to stick his tongue out in order to signal his friends that he is being held hostage

-him and his friends being hit by a truck and him sneezing somehow saved Jotaro's life

Polnareff is such a funny character. He has a compelling motivation and is interesting when you look at him narratively but nearly every time there's an episode dedicated to him it's Jean Pierre Polnareff's official toilet tragedy number 57 where upon entering a bathroom stall Polnareff is transported into an evil death maze by the enemy stand user King Gizzard the Lizard Wizard and he must find all the hidden notes and escape the maze before time runs out or else King Gizzard the Lizard Wizard's stand Jeff the Killer will Jeff the Kill him. Meanwhile his friends are having lunch and going "huh. Polnareff's been in there for awhile, I wonder what's taking him so long." as if they don't already know.

[justaskkak]

microorganism zombie kakyoin says spare promo please

[madcharlie77]

This post is just an art dump of different sketches and drawings that I either wouldn't post or wouldn't finish, but hope you enjoy!

[ipadipaidipeed]

Pretend I added a panel where Star Platinum yeets Kakyoin into the void

(Click for higher quality)

[amidalashandmaidens]

It must've been weird waking up after fighting Jotaro. Just imagine, you're Kakyoin, you've been beaten to hell and back (w/a good few hits of your own), you wake up and you're no longer mind controlled.

My perception of the flesh buds is that the people under their influence are still mostly (if not totally) there, it's just that their inclinations are now steered towards the controller's wants.

So, Kakyoin was forced to fight Jotaro, but the way he fought him was entirely Kak. The kerchief, the model of morality, I think that was Kakyoin's thinking.

If Kakyoin had been picking a fight with someone he had a genuine issue with, I think it'd be similar. (Maybe some sort of 'what-if' scenario lingering in the back of his mind? I know that Kakyoin isn't going to inherently choose violence over avoidance).

I feel that Polnareff's fight with Avdol also supports my perception. Like, the way Pol acts throughout is consistent with what we see after he's been freed, he's just less intense, less malicious. The dude was able to choose between burning alive + stabbing a guy in the back and, y'know, chose the former. I think if the bud had a kind of erasing control he'd choose the knife.

Gah, I have no idea if this is what anybody else thinks (if I'm just repeating shit) I just felt like articulating the thought process I had.

[millkei]

[calicoimagines]

SDC Zombie AU

Self indulgent zombie apocalypse AU- No stands in this au

Jotaro Kujo 

Weapons? His fists, brass knuckles and a bowie knife

Lost his mom within the first week and still blames himself 

Met you when Kakyoin brought you home 

Was originally annoyed about another person being in the house

When he realizes you can hold your own he warms up ever so slightly

Noriyaki Kakyoin

Weapons? Shotgun, metal pipe and throwing knifes 

Disgusted by himself for almost being happy for the situation. Without it he would still be alone

Found you on a food run after almost hitting you with his metal pipe

After discussing with Polnareff he decided to bring you back to base with him

If you’re good at strategizing he’ll be super thankful if you help him with plans

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Weapons? Sniper Rifle, machete and five grenades

He was on holiday when the virus broke out, he just wants to see his sister one last time, even if it’s just her decomposing body

Was with Kakyoin during the food run urging him to allow you to come back with them

He tries his best to keep the mood light while in reality he’s just as stressed as everyone else and just copes this way

If you grow close he will express this to you, venting about his real feelings

Muhammad Avdol

Weapons? Prefers not to fight but a bow and arrow, boot dagger and a lighter gasoline combo

Avdol always worries about his chickens feeling guilty for not being able to wish them a proper goodbye

Met you when Kakyoin and Polnareff arrived home

He keeps the group calm and level headed, often helping with planning

If you’re cold he’ll offer you his jacket, he wears two just in case someone else gets too cold

Joseph Joestar

Weapons? Chainsaw, baseball bat and a swiss army knife

He misses his daughter dearly and feels the need to protect Jotaro for her. He also holds heavy regrets of not being able to save his wife who died soon after a large fight between the two. He was never able to say he was sorry

Met you when Polnareff and Kakyoin brought you home

Great, another mouth to feed. Despite his complaints he’s quite kind towards you, thankful to have another person safe within the base.

Is far too excited, quickly running into things without using his head, he’s glad he has you by his side to make him slow down and think

No doubt in my mind that I’ll be writing more of this AU