#I was born to make Jotaro Kujo crawl at the feet of his woman

[lorienn-art]

FR Heyy! Mon moral n'était pas au top ces derniers temps donc j'ai juste voulu faire quelque chose dans ma zone de confort (genre vibe de déesse de la mer) — en collaboration avec des méduses aurélie (Aurelia aurita), une Chrysaora fuscescens et une raie léopard (Aetobatus narinari) Je me suis aussi amusée avec des washi tapes (selon moi, du matos artistique vraiment sous-côté) Dans l'ensemble, je suis assez contente de ces dessins et j'ai déjà hâte d'en faire de nouveaux (ah et aussi j'adore la pose en bas à gauche teehehehehehehehe) _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

🇬🇧 Heyy! I haven't been feeling really great lately so I guess I just wanted to make something very much in my comfort zone (kinda sea goddess vibe) — featuring moon jellyfish (Aurelia aurita), a Pacific sea nettle (Chrysaora fuscescens) and a spotted eagle ray (Aetobatus narinari) I also wanted to have some fun with washi tapes (very underrated art supply imo) Overall I'm happy with this piece and I can't wait to start a new one (ah and I absolutely adore the pose in the bottom left corner teehehehehehehehe)

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[mistystarshine]

Make Me Live, Prologue

Story Summary: Sometimes, the past can come back to haunt you. That is especially true in the town of Morioh. Sixteen years after one terrible summer, two girls find themselves facing the consequences of actions that were not their own.

Chapter Summary: Whispers of things to come.

Notes: Behold, the prologue for the Yoriko fic. It’s on the short side since it is a prologue and won’t be uploaded until Ao3 until I’ve finished chapter one and can post them both at once. I’m not sure if I’m content with the story summary, so that may change before I make the official upload. Let me know what you think?

Wordcount: 1,703

Beta’d By: @sentochoryu

“It isn’t fair, is it?”

“No. It’s not.”

“Wouldn’t you like to do something about it?”

A somber mood permeated the back yard. Both women were reluctant to acknowledge it, the young especially. She walked with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket and her eyes on the ground. Some of the blades of grass were dry and partially browned. She wondered how strong her hearing would have to be for her to be able to hear it crunching beneath her feet.

The pointless thought was interrupted by the sound of her older sister clearing her throat. “So! Are you excited to visit Morioh?” At a glance, Holly Kujo’s voice and face were cheerful. Closer inspection would reveal the strain of someone who was trying to force joy where it did not belong.

Shizuka didn’t have to look closely. With what was going on, what had happened to that woman in particular, there was no way her joy could be genuine.

“I haven’t been there in a long time,” she answered. It wasn’t a lie. It also wasn’t the question she had been asked. Holly was good enough at forcing a smile that she could fool most who didn’t understand the situation. Shizuka wasn’t so talented. Attempts to replace to morose look on her face with a smile or even neutrality resulted in a fakeness that bordered on painful. She wasn’t sure she could successfully lie right now. A visit to Morioh wasn’t a bad thing, but the reason behind the visit, the implications of it, were nothing short of terrible. And that was just from her point of view.

She stopped walking. Holly stilled beside her and offered a curious look. It was returned with one that was dripping with concern. “What about you? Will you be…?” Alright? She didn’t elaborate, but the unspoken words hung heavily between them. Suzie Q, Holly’s mother by birth and Shizuka’s by adoption, had died of old age three years ago. Jotaro and Jolyne had been lost in an incident in 2011. Now it was 2016 and, at ninety six years old, it looked like Joseph Joestar didn’t have long left. He still had just enough strength left in him to make the trip from New York to Japan, but… this was not a random visit.

Holly hesitated for a moment before laughing and waving her hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine!” Something in her expression faltered. She allowed her gaze to wander away from her younger sister and across the garden. “It’s not like I’ll be alone forever.”

She had been able to look Holly in the eyes to ask her question, but at that line, she was forced to avert her gaze. They said that there were five stages of grief. After the loss of her son and granddaughter, Holly had never moved past denial. She had said that it was too soon and they were too long - as if death discriminated.

Holly looked back at her as if the conversation’s awkward detour had never happened. “Anyway, you should go make sure you’re all packed! You leave in the morning, right?”

“Right.” Her voice was shaky and the smile she finally forced not quite convincing. Thankfully, she turned around soon enough that she didn’t have to look it long. ‘Right’. It sounds like ‘alright’. She focused in on the browning blades of grass once more. I hope Morioh will be alright.

It had been several years since their last visit to Morioh, but she remembered it being a peaceful town. Quiet. A part of her hoped that it would somehow help her father, like how she had been told that meeting Josuke and finding her had. Another part of her, the part that knew that all the small towns and family visits in the world couldn’t fix old age, took comfort in the knowledge that at least it couldn’t make things worse.

“What do you mean? It isn’t… that isn’t something you can change.”

“Maybe most people can’t. But for people like us? Anything can be changed.”

“How?”

“Not easily. I have one more question to ask you.”

Meanwhile, a pair of highschool students walked down the streets of a quiet town. One of them, a dark haired young man, was grinning enthusiastically as he chattered at his companion. “All I’m saying is that it might be fun to have a proper talk with the guy. I mean, he’s lived there since before we were born! How have neither of us actually met with him yet?”

The person he spoke to was a young woman. Her blank expression did not waver as he spoke, but she did shift the book bag slung over her shoulder somewhat. “Having lived in a pylon since before we were born is exactly why we shouldn’t talk to him.” Her voice was mostly neutral, but the boy she walked with knew her well enough to be able to pick up faint hints of warning and concern.

“Yorikooooo,” he whined.

“Takuma.” Her deadpan response initiated a brief staring contest, which he cut off with a huff.

“Fine, be that way.” They had stopped walking to have their silent battle of wills. Now, he began striding down the street once more, allowing his own bag to drop into his elbow as he braced the back of his head with his hands. A few moments after Yoriko hurried to catch up with him, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Maybe you’d be more adventurous if you had eyebrows.”

That got a reaction. Yoriko let out a tiny, offended squeak and lifted her hand to her forehead. Her eyes glared daggers - or a weak approximation of daggers, for it took a great deal for her to truly glare, as she prepared to launch into her defensive lecture. It wasn’t that she didn’t have eyebrows, she was just blonde and her eyebrows were lighter, they were there, it was normal, they’d been over this - when Takuma cut her off with a laugh. “You know I’m kidding. You rock the light ‘brows look.”

He reached out to ruffle her hair, which she deftly dodged. She maintained the glare for a moment longer, but it quickly became half-hearted. Of course he was kidding. Aside from her mother, he was the only one who she trusted to be kidding in a genuine, mean-no-harm way when he said so. With a huff, she looked forward and carried on.

The next few minutes of their walk passed in silence. They passed several people on the way. Most were noticed by both of them, while others went completely unnoticed by half of the pair. Yoriko only let her gaze rest on them for a heartbeat, less when she could make herself ignore them completely. Even a heartbeat could be enough to earn her the label of ‘odd’.

She spoke up when after they crossed the street. “Visiting him would be a waste of time.”

Beside her, Takuma sighed. “I know, but maybe during summer break?” At the glance she shot him, he said, “I can find some free time! Or after graduation!”

Yoriko shook her head. “No.”

“Yeeees.”

“No.”

“You’ll come around eventually!” They came to the end of the block as he made his declaration. Before she could call him wrong, he asked, “do you have everything you need to study for the quiz?”

Now, one corner of her mouth twitched. “Of course.” Her words held a quiet pride, a complete contrast to the loudness that he presented his with. “And you?”

An overdramatic gasp. Takuma placed his hand over his heart and cried, “You need ask!? I am wounded.”

A small smile finally fought its way onto her face. She offered her friend a wave and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” as she crossed the street.

“See ya!” echoed over her shoulder.

With that, it was just her and the people she occasionally passed on the street. Just her and the residents of Morioh, content to ignore her.

For the most part.

A man wearing seventies clothes eyed her from across the block at one point, but he didn’t approach or look at her for much longer than she looked at him. He’d been there since before she could look at him and knew better than to expect anything.

She maintained her casual pace until she was about a block away from the house. That was when the (relative) normalcy was shattered by a glimpse out of the corner of her eye. There was a man wearing a suit. He had hands. He had feet. Other than that, she could provide no description, for there was nothing but shadow where his head should be. She knew what she would see if she turned around. She knew how the terrible black nothingness in the place of a face would make her skin crawl and her stomach lurch, how she would feel the glare boring into her despite the absence of eyes. Even that flash of dark out of the corner her eye was enough to make dread fall over her like freezing rain. She turned around anyway.

There was no one there. The sight made her take a stumbling step back. Ghosts could be quick when they wanted. She didn’t think anything good could come of that one wanting to be quick. Her eyes widened for a moment before she forced her cool expression back into place. While she didn’t run, she did increase her pace until she was able to duck into her house.

Most ghosts were nothing to be afraid of. There was a reason she had named her stand ‘Don’t Fear The Reaper’. Yet there were times when she found herself ignoring her own advice. Most was not all. The knowledge that her stand was not all-knowing or constantly correct with its predictions didn’t always keep her from worrying when it manifested to show her something bad. It was times like those when Yoriko Kawajiri felt especially grateful to live where she did.

She would probably see much worse if she didn’t live somewhere as safe as Morioh.

“What would you do to bring back the ones you lost?”