badlydrawnkidkakyoin

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

I just poke people and they don't see I'm poking them.

I don't like today people lie for "fun" but what is the joke? You are laughing but I don't trust you anymore. #Yare yare yare

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

Jotaro remains the funniest person on this website even after a long absence.

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

Happy Birthseason to all my Kakyoins out there

From July 23 to August 22, it’s Leo season, a.k.a. our season since Araki loves playing games. Hope you all have a good one this year.

( This specific Kakyoin’s birthday is July 26! )

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

"Mhm!" *Then he thought about that a little more. Some of the older thems were quite different.*

"We should draw how we think we'll look when we're that old. And not like... That one who's like a vampire or something?" *He met that one. He was okay but... He was a vampire. If one of them drew him and the other didn't, that would be very different.*

Should we have the kids meet

((Absolutely yes.))

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

*The child was too engrossed in sharing his experiences with other Stand users to notice the other Kakyoin's confusion.*

*He grinned when the other boy pulled out the art supplies.*

"Awesome!"

*Two of them meant twice the drawing, and there were so many possibilities*

"I know! We should draw the same thing and see how differently we draw!"

Should we have the kids meet

((Absolutely yes.))

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

"I met Polnareff too! His looks like a shiny knight named Silver Chariot! He's really cool and I drew a picture of him!"

*He rummaged his bag and eventually pulled out a couple crayon drawings of Silver Chariot posing*

"I met a girl Polnareff too. She said she wasn't always a girl but she was happier being a girl."

*He went back to rummaging his bag*

"I've never seen Star Platinum away from a Jotaro before, though... How does that work?"

*He ended up pulling out a whole bunch of drawings of various people and stands he's met*

"This one is Heaven's Door. He's with Rohan, who's a mangaka. I met three of them! Some Rohans are bad with kids. Oh, and this is Hermit Purple. I don't know why Hermit Purple is a lot of vines, but Josephine says it's hers. This is Mr. Ice! I haven't seen his friend but he froze yogurts at a party I went to!" *He had the pictures out now, he might as well explain them*

*Then he suddenly thought of something*

"Do you draw too?"

Should we have the kids meet

((Absolutely yes.))

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

*He thought for a moment, then nodded*

"Yeah. They seemed happy." *He still didn't particularly like Jotaros*

"Are you sure you never met a Jotaro? They're really tall and they wear hats that kinda... Stick to their hair." *Hierophant unwound up and raised a hand parallel to the ground to demonstrate roughly how tall a Jotaro was*

"They also smell gross. Like smoke or salt. Or both. There's this one library where a whole bunch of them go to sometimes. It's really really noisy when they do that." *Hierophant unstretched, hovering beside the child*

"There's one good thing though. Most of them have a spirit friend like we do!" *He wasn't used to calling them Stands* "He's big and purple and his name is Star Platinum! He's really good at hugs."

Should we have the kids meet

((Absolutely yes.))

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

*The boy pondered this for a moment*

"I think... If we met the ones we'll be when we're older, we would know. Because then I would remember meeting myself as a kid when I'm older, and I would definitely say something about that! And... Many of the older us's I met fell in love with a Jotaro and I really don't wanna marry a Jotaro when I'm older."

*He scrunched up his face and stuck his tongue out at the thought. Jotaros were stiff and weird and gross. They weren't bad, and most of them could be nice sometimes, but this little boy really didn't understand how the other hims liked Jotaro so much.*

Should we have the kids meet

((Absolutely yes.))

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

"Uh-huh," he answered, "One of them was a woman. There are so many of us..."

*This had him thinking about how they were different and what they had in common. Which then got him thinking about what many of his other selves had said about the future. Did this one know? Would they have the same future?*

*Hierophant leaned forward, examining the other Kakyoin and Hierophant as if looking at them would provide answers.*

Should we have the kids meet

((Absolutely yes.))

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

*The kid smiled at his other self and his Hierophant Green. His own stand waved a greeting at its doppleganger, still wrapped around the boy.*

"I haven't met any my age before either, but I did meet a lot of Jotaros. Do you know them?"

*Through his many meetings, he discovered but one consistency: Star Platinum was much better at hugs than Jotaro.*

Should we have the kids meet

((Absolutely yes.))

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

*The child looked pensively at the other child standing before him. He'd met other versions of himself before, but never one the same age as him. Until now, they'd always been older. This was new. Would this one be like him? Would he be different?*

*The first thing the boy did was have Hierophant emerge and wrap around him. He found little else more comfortable than having his friend — his Stand, as he was told they were called — entwined around him, and he wanted to see the other boy's Hierophant too.*

"Hi. I'm Noriaki Kakyoin."

Should we have the kids meet

((Absolutely yes.))

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

“Mhm! One more thing. One of my babysitters said you have octopuses. Can I see them?”

*Meanwhile, Hierophant waves at Star. Star Platinum > Jotaro*

Just wondering, but where DID you get a hat that molds with your hair so flawlessly? I tried cutting out a back of a hat, reshaping the back, and colouring it, but I still can't get anywhere near the same effect.

…but please. It’s just a hat. I don’t know why it looks like this when I put it on. I probably just need a haircut or something. Ask me about literally anything else, okay?@badlydrawnkidkakyoin

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

The kid knew he wouldn’t have to stall for too long before the older him remembered his purpose. Until that happened, he could keep them on their toes. If they got hit, it was their fault for failing anyways. 

“Fight what? I’m going to fight you if you keep saying nonsense.” Help him? Not likely. First they warned him to stay away from Dio, then asked him to join Dio and now what? Fight something they just expected him to know without explaining? Dio was the only reliable authority. The only adult who actually knew what he was doing. 

Dio’s hold over the child was complete. Words from other, ‘unreliable’ adults would not affect him. The child’s hold on the chandelier was similarly sturdy. He was planning on staying up there for as long as possible.

He just had to wait a little longer and Dio would handle the rest.

@diosconventionaladventure @marinebiologistjotaro @badlydrawnk4kyoin

((Fleshbud Event))

((Continued from here:))

As Jotaro’s surroundings slowly came into focus, so did the burning sensation in his forehead.  How long had he been out? Various painful sensations crept through his entire body, and he winced with every movement. The pain wasn’t helping his memory. He couldn’t think clearly enough to remember how he ended up here. All he could focus on was how sore he was. His head burned, his body ached… he felt like he had been beaten and thrown against a wall in some feverish fit. He couldn’t open his eyes. It hurt to move, to think, to do anything. But as soon as the pain filled him, it began to reside, and was replaced with a familiar glow that began in his forehead, and started to flow throughout his body, erasing any discomfort he was feeling along the way. “Hamon?”  He recognized the sensation. From when Joseph would occasionally treat his wounds as a child… and more recently, when Melody had used it to control their breathing when they were trapped in the Air Supplena submarine some time ago.  Melody… wasn’t she just here? Wasn’t he just talking to her? It was coming back to him, slowly, and Jotaro felt his stomach drop. 

His mind was still fuzzy on the details, but he was beginning to piece together what had happened before he lost consciousness… and he felt sick. As his surroundings came into focus, they only confirmed what he was dreading.  His great grandfather, Jorge Joestar, was there, apparently in combat against the all-too familiar face of Dio Brando, alive, and powerful as ever.  Kakyoin’s body lay in a heap on the floor, as through he had been tossed aside by some great force, and Jotaro couldn’t tell what kind of condition he was in from where he was sitting. His instincts drove him to Kakyoin. Dio was focused on Jorge at the moment. Maybe something could be done. Jotaro dropped to the floor and pulled himself to where Kakyoin was lying. He turned his friend over and examined his injuries. He was still breathing. Jotaro’s worst fears subsided. Finally his eyes came to rest on his forehead, and the damned lump of tainted flesh that started the whole thing. Jotaro bit his lip and took a deep breath. It had been some time since he’d last dealt with one of these… but what choice did he have? @badlydrawnk4kyoin @diosconventionaladventure @badly-drawn-jorge-joestar @occiferhigashikata @badlydrawndanieldarby @badlydrawnkidkakyoin @almostdailyjosukes @dailyjota-kak @dailyyoungmrskujo @regularlyscheduledjolynemom @nightlyvampirekakyoin

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

*The child looked down at the scene from a balcony above in contempt.* “Wow. I thought adults were supposed to know how to do things. And you have Stands. What are you even doing anyways?”

*The young Kakyoin summoned his stand, wrapping it around him and having it latch onto the chandelier, which he used his stand to grapple to, then climbed on.* 

*An Emerald Splash shot between Jotaro and the older Kakyoin* 

“What, did you two forget what you’re supposed to be doing?”

@marinebiologistjotaro

@badlydrawnk4kyoin @ all the other people in this part of Dio’s mansion hell if i know

((Fleshbud Event))

((Continued from here:))

As Jotaro’s surroundings slowly came into focus, so did the burning sensation in his forehead.  How long had he been out? Various painful sensations crept through his entire body, and he winced with every movement. The pain wasn’t helping his memory. He couldn’t think clearly enough to remember how he ended up here. All he could focus on was how sore he was. His head burned, his body ached… he felt like he had been beaten and thrown against a wall in some feverish fit. He couldn’t open his eyes. It hurt to move, to think, to do anything. But as soon as the pain filled him, it began to reside, and was replaced with a familiar glow that began in his forehead, and started to flow throughout his body, erasing any discomfort he was feeling along the way. “Hamon?”  He recognized the sensation. From when Joseph would occasionally treat his wounds as a child… and more recently, when Melody had used it to control their breathing when they were trapped in the Air Supplena submarine some time ago.  Melody… wasn’t she just here? Wasn’t he just talking to her? It was coming back to him, slowly, and Jotaro felt his stomach drop. 

His mind was still fuzzy on the details, but he was beginning to piece together what had happened before he lost consciousness… and he felt sick. As his surroundings came into focus, they only confirmed what he was dreading.  His great grandfather, Jorge Joestar, was there, apparently in combat against the all-too familiar face of Dio Brando, alive, and powerful as ever.  Kakyoin’s body lay in a heap on the floor, as through he had been tossed aside by some great force, and Jotaro couldn’t tell what kind of condition he was in from where he was sitting. His instincts drove him to Kakyoin. Dio was focused on Jorge at the moment. Maybe something could be done. Jotaro dropped to the floor and pulled himself to where Kakyoin was lying. He turned his friend over and examined his injuries. He was still breathing. Jotaro’s worst fears subsided. Finally his eyes came to rest on his forehead, and the damned lump of tainted flesh that started the whole thing. Jotaro bit his lip and took a deep breath. It had been some time since he’d last dealt with one of these… but what choice did he have? @badlydrawnk4kyoin @diosconventionaladventure @badly-drawn-jorge-joestar @occiferhigashikata @badlydrawndanieldarby @badlydrawnkidkakyoin @almostdailyjosukes @dailyjota-kak @dailyyoungmrskujo @regularlyscheduledjolynemom @nightlyvampirekakyoin

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

"So, Dio... What can I do for you?"

“ ‘Sup, Kid?”

@kidkakmun @badlydrawnkidkakyoin

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

*He smiled calmly*

“You, Dio. I serve you.”

*And something about the words just felt right.*

“ ‘Sup, Kid?”

@kidkakmun @badlydrawnkidkakyoin

[badlydrawnkidkakyoin]

*The child looked up at him as the tears on his cheeks began to dry*

*He couldn’t help but believe his words*

*If it was a nightmare, it had to be over, right?*

*He took Dio’s hand.*

“ ‘Sup, Kid?”

@kidkakmun @badlydrawnkidkakyoin