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[stardstschlar]

@askrossiel / cont'd from this!

The Joestar glances down at the image again, seeing the elf with his grandfather and said Mr. Speedwagon. A huff leaves him as his lips quirk at the soft chuckle, cup raised once more as he takes a sip. He'd been going through some of Joseph's things when he came upon this image, the curiosity was rearing it's head in and he couldn't quite ask said grandfather, really. "You looked happy."

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›     SOFT   ROMANCE      →      receiver    to    sender.

brushing   snow   off   their   shoulders

offering   to   carry   their   bag

humming   a   lullaby   beside   them

making   sure   their   drink   is   just   right

touching   hands   under   the   table

sharing   a   quiet   moment   in   an   elevator

pulling   the   blanket   up   over   them

fixing   a   crooked   button   on   their   shirt

gently   resting   a   hand   on   their   knee

bringing   them   flowers   “just   because”

watching   them   in   the   soft   morning   light

adjusting   their   glasses   for   them

saving   them   the   last   bite

quietly   placing   their   favorite   book   in   their   hands

squeezing   their   arm   in   silent   support

brushing   dust   off   their   shoulder

letting   their   head   rest   on   your   chest

warming   up   a   heating   pad   for   them

kissing   the   top   of   their   head   in   passing

whispering   their   name   like   a   secret

setting   their   phone   to   charge

pouring   their   tea   before   your   own

tucking   a   note   into   their   pocket

drawing   a   small   heart   on   their   wrist

holding   the   back   of   their   neck   gently

pulling   them   away   from   the   cold   wind

leaning   into   each   other   on   a   train

pressing   their   hand   over   your   heartbeat

offering   your   hoodie   on   a   cold   night

packing   a   snack   for   them

gently   rubbing   their   shoulder   while   they   talk

picking   them   wildflowers

saving   a   seat   beside   you   for   them

mouthing   “you   okay?”   across   the   room

standing   behind   them   while   they   cook

helping   with   their   coat   sleeves

asking   if   they’ve   eaten   today

tracing   their   laugh   lines   when   they   smile

turning   their   playlist   into   a   shared   one

leaving   a   mug   of   cocoa   on   their   desk

tying   your   scarf   around   their   neck

brushing   your   thumb   across   their   wrist

sitting   beside   them   during   a   tough   day

helping   them   put   on   a   bracelet

resting   your   head   on   their   lap

carrying   them   when   they   fall   asleep   somewhere   strange

painting   their   nails   for   them

pressing   a   kiss   to   their   wrist

gently   holding   their   chin   to   meet   your   gaze

leaving   your   scent   on   their   pillow

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing

humming   a   song   they   like

quietly   whispering   “i   missed   you”

brushing   a   tear   from   their   lash

hiding   a   gift   for   them   to   find   later

gently   pulling   them   into   your   arms   during   a   bad   dream

braiding   their   hair   without   asking

waiting   up   for   them   to   get   home

offering   your   lap   as   a   pillow

warming   their   hands   with   yours   in   your   pockets

shielding   their   eyes   from   the   sun

holding   their   face   during   a   long   hug

wrapping   your   arms   around   their   waist   while   cooking

softly   squeezing   their   pinky   when   anxious

sharing   a   hoodie   without   asking

resting   your   head   on   their   shoulder   during   a   movie

lightly   stroking   their   hair   while   they   read

offering   to   write   something   for   them

sneaking   a   Polaroid   of   them   smiling

casually   interlocking   fingers   while   walking

wrapping   an   arm   around   them   in   their   sleep

offering   a   tissue   before   they   ask

kissing   their   knuckles   one   by   one

gently   drying   their   hair   with   a   towel

placing   their   hand   over   your   heart

taking   their   photo   when   they’re   distracted

watching   them   laugh   and   smiling   to   yourself

opening   the   car   door   for   them

waiting   to   make   sure   they’re   inside   safely

gently   tugging   on   their   sleeve   to   get   their   attention

letting   them   nap   on   your   chest

setting   an   extra   place   at   the   table

lending   them   your   favorite   book

adjusting   their   jewelry

putting   a   hand   on   their   back   when   guiding   them

whispering   “you’re   okay,   i’ve   got   you”

resting   your   foreheads   together   mid-hug

brushing   rainwater   from   their   hair

slipping   your   hand   into   theirs   in   silence

bringing   a   warm   drink   to   their   bedside

folding   their   laundry   with   a   soft   smile

reaching   out   instinctively   to   steady   them

tracing   the   veins   on   their   wrist   with   your   finger

taking   off   their   shoes   after   a   long   day

straightening   their   tie   gently

offering   to   help   them   undress   when   tired

letting   your   head   fall   on   theirs   in   a   quiet   moment

playfully   hiding   behind   them   when   nervous

buttoning   up   their   cardigan   slowly

whispering   “you   make   me   feel   safe”

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No matter how long he's been out of Jolyne's life, she's still his daughter. She is still his world, no matter what he's had to say to make her believe otherwise. While it isn't okay for him to abandon her in the manner that he did, he knows what he's done is for the best.

After Pucci, Jotaro finally has some time to reflect. He'd always wanted to have a relationship with her, to be the father she needed him to be. But, fear and paranoia really did get to him, in a sense. He takes it upon himself to try and bud that relationship again, even if there isn't much he can do ( cause blind eye, hello? ) and the fact that the nerves on the right side of his body are practically useless.

He talks - which is rare for him, but he does confess as to why he wasn't there.

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After the events of part 6; Jotaro adopts Emporio.

OR

Jolyne adopts Emporio and Jotaro becomes grandpa.

Either way; he's gotten softer in his age.

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「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

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Something was off.

Something was really, really off and he had not liked it one bit. However, he'd put the thought aside as he made his way towards the abandoned library. A new one had been made sometime ago, and from what Jotaro had remembered; the old one and new one had combined together. Making it a place for all to enjoy.

Thankfully, there was less foot traffic now, so it hadn't been an unbearable walk this time. He really had to question when his dislike for people came to be, because as far as he remembered: he used to love being around others. But Jotaro knew he'd gotten older, and as one got older one also so things that a kid wouldn't see at he time.

The university had just let out, classes having ended for the day. It was his third year, he was determined to get some peace and quiet while studying what he could. Even if the place had been abandoned.

His movement slows down a bit when he senses another around, brows furrowing slightly as he realizes; he would definitely not be alone. The Joestar would soon come to stop walking altogether when his gaze lands upon a young woman. Dad? Who the hell was she calling dad?

He had no kid of his own, yet.

"Are you lost?" The question came out a bit gruffer than what he'd intended, but it was let go for the time being.

@sapphicxstarknight

Jolyne had been wandering through the cape for what had felt like weeks now. She knew it had been less time, but with time being accelerated and everything moving so fast she could barely think. Let alone process what the hell had been happening between them with the world moving a hairs breadth short of the speed of light.

She had no time to think, to stop moving and take a breath because the one time that she had, she had gotten separated from everyone else and ended up on her own. She wasn’t sure where she was now, the signs were a mix of Spanish and English? She wasn’t in the part of Florida she was used too that was for dammned sure.

She was also as far as she could tell alone. That was great, she couldn’t protect anyone she loved if she was by herself. She sighed steadied her thoughts and continued onwards trying to find any traces of the people she cared for most in the world until while looking through an abandoned library she heard a set of footsteps.

Turning around her head cocked on a 180 degree swivel she gasped. There was no mistaking whose face it was that she saw behind her. He was so young compared to how he looked now, fewer scars. She was stunned, what the hell was happening. She couldn’t control what slipped out of her mouth

“Dad?”

@stardstschlar

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Hearing her words, Jotaro's gaze shift to the album. Not saying anything the biologist returns her hug, wrapping an arm around her while giving a gentle squeeze. Soon a hand raises to rest against her head, fingers carefully grazing against her scalp "How soon would you like to go?"

@dragvnsovl | cont'd from this!

The fact he'd thought of that in the first place and seeing her reaction had been all the more worth it, in the end. The Joestar stands in the door way, leaning against the frame as he folds his arms across his chest. "Is that something you may want to do?" He rumbles in question, deep voice breaking the silence as it announces his presence.

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the intimacy of "just wanted to hear your voice" actually means a lot

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Jotaro Kujo

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“  don’t be so dramatic. old man ” / @thuganomxcs

Was this boy really going that route?

Teals look to the younger male, brows furrowing before he reaches up to grasp for his hat and tug it downward. Yusuke was lucky Jotaro liked him, because had he not then that sentence would have earned him a big whopping punch in the face. A sigh leaves the biologist, a hand raising to pinch his nose as he closed his eyes.

Nope.

No.

Nah uh.

"Yusuke." He finally calls the younger's name? A frown fixated upon his features as muscled arms folded across the chiseled torso. "My being dramatic - as you so put it, is the lesser issue here than what we currently are facing." Kujo Jotaro was hardly ever dramatic, though the same couldn't be said of his younger self.

That would never be brought up. Dropping his hands, the Joestsr merely tilts his head back, "besides," he responds "who is the one being dramatic?"

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The shadows of the alley stretched unnaturally long behind him, as if bending to his will. Diavolo didn't need to raise his voice, his presence spoke for itself. ❛ You walk boldly, Kujo Jotaro... But boldness doesn't mean you're untouchable. ❜ / @daemonfleur

Italy was not the place he wanted to be in.

He was here because word had spread that there was a teenager - a child of Dio Brando, living in the area. As that had been the case, he was also a Joestar by blood, as well.

He hadn't expected to run into trouble while om his visit. Jotaro was certain he'd run into more mafia members than he cared to admit, as this was the birthing ground for such people. Hands in his pockets, long, white coat flowing behind him, hat casting a shadow over his eyes as he kept to himself. It wasn't until he'd turned down into.an alleyway that a sudden, ominous feeling crept over him. Teals gaze up to see the figure of a man - lithe in form, but still menacing from afar.

The voice was unfamiliar to him, brows furrowing as he stops in his tracks. "No-one is untouchable." The man answers, his head raising as his hat shadows over one side, covering an eye. "Humans tend to think they're funny in that they believe they're untouchable, unbeatable." Jotaro was not and had never been that sort of person. Everything in life had a beginning, and it had an end. Mighty bold of this man to assume such things, and Jotaro didn't have a name to him.

"Who are you?"

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WHEN I FOLLOW YOU, I WANT TO INTERACT. I don’t follow for follow, I follow you because I’m interested in your character and want to write with you. sometimes, even when you follow me, I’m too shy to approach, or I’m just not really sure HOW. please; if I’m following you, shoot me a message. go ahead and RANDOMLY JUMP IN MY INBOX. Something – just know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you!!

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❝ when i was little i used to believe fairies made it rain. i think i just wanted the world to feel magical. ❞ ( from hime :3)

The Joestar raises a hand and grasps his hat, tugging gently upon it at those words. That wad an odd thing to say, especially to someone she didn't know quite well. But Jotaro had listened and then he released a huff in response, teals looking up to the darkened sky. The pitter patter of rain being the only sound around them that drowned out the thoughts in his mind.

Hands now resting in his pockets, the stand user leans against something sturdy enough to hold his weight. This woman, she reminded him of his mother and grandmother, of the two women who had often allowed their imaginations to run wild. The corners of his lips curled slightly, this also bringing to mind the young daughter he has with his now ex-wife. "Just to get away from the reality of hell that we live in." He murmurs softly, his eyes close for just a moment, turning his head slightly to shift his focus to his companion, "Magical, though, isn't a word I'd use.."

@vulpinexi

[stardstschlar]

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“  let’s go home.  ” “  um,  excuse me?  ” “  you broke it.  ” “  need a hand?  ” “  please,  help me.  ” “  i missed you.  ” “  i’m not sorry.  ” “  tell the truth.  ” “  what happened here?  ” “  got a minute?  ” “  life’s a bitch.  ” “  you’ve done enough.  ” “  i’m still learning.  ” “  don’t touch me.  ” “  was that you?  ” “  there’s no god.  ” “  you deserve better.  ” “  you’re a saint.  ” “  you are enough.  ” “  maybe you’re right.  ” “  this will pass.  ” “  you complete me.  ” “  you got this.  ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” “  no guts,  no glory.  ” “  i’m calling for help.  ” “  run away with me.  ” “  it’s always been you.  ” “  some things take time.  ” “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ” “  please don’t hurt me.  ” “  snap out of it.  ” “  did you miss me?  ” “  how do i look?  ” “  i wanna get better.  ” “  whatever floats your boat.  ” “  i’ll love you always.  ” “  what are you waiting for?  ” “  at least i tried.  ” “  give me a kiss.  ” “  what’s the fucking point?  ” “  god,  i love you.  ” “  i’m doing my best.  ” “  i waited for you.  ” “  you woke me up.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“  you can’t keep doing this.  ” “  i think i love you  …  ” “  you make me feel special.  ” “  are you upset with me?  ” “  you need to heal first.  ” “  let me see the wound.  ” “  is your brain even on?  ” “  don’t give up on me.  ” “  you are perfect to me.  ” “  i can’t take this anymore.  ” “  you are my favorite person.  ” “  you had me at  ‘  hello.  ’   ” “  i wanted to see you.  ” “  don’t give me that look.  ” “  you’re a work of art.  ” “  i’m not scared of you.  ” “  i have  …  so many questions.  ”  “  do you think i’m stupid?  ” “  just tell me what happened.  ” “  i just want to help.  ” “  we need to be careful.  ” “  what did you just say?  ” “  i miss talking to you.  ”

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“Let me hold you until the nightmares fade.” (Ark) / @shewrittheewithlove

The nightmares were happening again.

He'd spent such a long time fighting them; taking medications and even talking to a therapist at one point. Jotaro had thought he didn't need to deal with them anymore, but as fate had a funny way of playing her games, that wasn't the case.

He found himself waking up in the night, darkness surrounding him. Star had been hovering, concerned etched upon its features. The Joestsr's heavy pants of breath were the only sound in the room, save for Ark's soft breathing. Teals gaze upon the woman as he then moves to lay beside her, his arms wrapping around the sleeping female. He hated it, absolutely hated the feeling of uselessness and fear.

It was the soft spoken words the left his love that had him shuddering, nuzzling into her neck. Warmth enveloped around him as slender arms were then settled around his larger frame, hugging him close.

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scar / injury related symbol memes… 

add  ( reverse )  to the ask for places to be swapped

( kiss ) : receiver kisses one of sender’s scars

( clean ) : receiver washes blood of off sender

( carry ) : receiver carries injured sender to safety

( scar )  :  receiver gently traces one of sender’s scars

( better ) : receiver nurses injured sender back to health

( protect ) : receiver prevents sender from being injured

( story ) : receiver asks sender how they got a specific scar 

( bandage )  : receiver carefully binds up an injury on sender

( cuddle ) : receiver crawls into bed with injured sender to hold them

( confrontation ) : receiver confronts someone who just injured sender

( heal ) : receiver uses their magic / powers to heal a wound on sender

( awaken ) : receiver stays by unconscious sender’s side until they wake up

( shield ) : receiver jumps in harm’s way to defend sender and is injured, themselves

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reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions