#jotaro and kakyoin matching

[phaethoniic]

🌟🍒 ... !!

[cupnoodle-astronaut]

gay people jumpscare 💥💥💥

their stands are SOOOO hard to draw for me </3 like this literally took me FOREVER gbb 🚶🚶🚶

[cosmicvaca]

Happy Jojoday and happy Steel Ball Run anime confirmation!

This is part of a collaboration for Jojoday I did with 68 other amazing artists on Instagram organized by Platypus (Linktree). Thank you for letting me participate!

[ghost-city-aballs]

oopsies *mizu5s your nori*

:3

[cyercat]

i'm not that into the shipping part of jojo but ship art of jotakak/noritaro? love that shit it is such a vibe

[bayfuzzball7050]

Last day of @kakyoinmonth, day 31 — Knowledge / love / triumph

I have a bunch of silly things regarding these two (as many may know) but these are my favourites!!

I love to draw men kissing I’m sorry

I like to imagine he shows appreciation by showing off his knowledge…even when it isn’t always handy

Also eepy 6takak for the soul

I wanted to digitalize this but no brush matches my freak. On another note, aren’t they cute? :3

Ah and I made this thing bc I headcanon jotaro can’t cook shit and this wouldn’t be the kakyoin month if they didn’t celebrate his birthday

Translation because my handwriting is so shit:

Dear Kakyoin:

Do NOT come to my house. I’ve baked an absolute dogshit cake. Just completely fucked it up.

Kujo

And last but not least, Triumph.

“…You’re alive.”

Id like to believe that if he survived, he would awake not so long after— about 3 months after the trip. He probably couldn’t move much due to his spine being punched out, yet I’d like to believe that if Jojo was there by his side, he could help him ‘catch up’ with class. He would basically be doing distance-school, but he wouldn’t be alone. It’s far too cruel to leave the boy who has been alone all his life who then finds people he connected with alone again.

Jotaro does think it’s his fault still, the topic came up accidentally and he ended up confessing just how tired and scared he was. Nori ended up reassuring him it wasn’t his fault. They became a lot closer after that.

(note! I wanted to make a full render but i didn’t feel that much like it. I hope this has a more ‘serious’ tone than other pieces.)

Also to understand how they’re standing in the first picture I made this

Tall fuck

And something else! The dogshit cake is based on this

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Jotaro Kujo — kakyoin's amusement

cw: nothing rlly, jotaro kujo is bad at feelings tag

an: inspired by that tiktok audio of when he sees me lol

Always being on the move with barely any breaks and with enemies at every turn has left Kakyoin with little to no entertainment. Of course, he doesn't mind, even if he's already starting to miss his NES.

Fortunately for the red-head teenager, it seems that the Gods have heard his prayers and have blessed him with a new source of entertainment, exclusive front-row seats that only he is the audience of, said entertainment being the hidden feelings between you and Jotaro.

Well, it's not really hidden—you're both aware of your feelings, just not each other's. And being the only other teenager left, the two of you ran to Kakyoin to rant about your feelings. 

And just the admissions alone was already absolutely amusing.

You were the first to admit your feelings. 

It was still early on the journey, and Kakyoin was tasked to retrieve tickets with Jotaro, but he found that the teen had already gone on without him. Shrugging it off, Kakyoin opted to enjoy his stay and make the most of the hotel amenities instead. 

He found himself in the pool area, and much to his surprise, he caught you in one of the beach chairs on the poolside. Feeling his eyes on you, you wave him over, and he approaches you to sit on the beach chair adjacent to yours. 

It was quiet, and Kakyoin racked his brain for anything to say. Eventually, he opens up the conversation with one of the obscure facts he knows off the top of his head. 

Thankfully, you responded in kind, and the conversation flowed easily from there. Your conversation bounced from one thing to another before eventually, the both of you settled in comfortable silence while laying back on your respective beach chairs. 

It was a bit sudden for Kakyoin, but he'd be lying if he said he was surprised when you suddenly admitted it. 

"I think I like him...." You spoke, suddenly breaking the silence between you and the red-headed teen. Kakyoin glances at you, and he can see you feeling a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. 

"Hm..." Kakyoin hums in response before adding with a noticeable teasing lilt in his voice. "Who? Polnareff?"

"Yes, of course. Because I want a grown man." You respond sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you look at him, watching his lips turn up to an amused smirk. "I'm talking about Mr. Joestar, obviously."

"Right, my mistake." Kakyoin matched your energy, the both of you sharing a chuckle, before he turns to look at you, meeting your gaze. 

"So, Jotaro, huh?" 

Kakyoin's smirk widens at the sudden smitten look on your face just from the mention of the name, and he's 99% positive that you don't even realize it. 

"Yeah..." You sigh, one that reminds him of a hopeless romantic protagonist of romcoms he's seen his parents watch before. "I mean, can you blame me? Going through all these troubles just for his mom? How he jumped to save that kid without hesitation? And that face of his isn't helping."

"Honestly? I can't say I'm surprised." Kakyoin responds to your small rant, his voice soft and comforting. He sees your lips part, looking at him in slight panic, and he cuts you off before you can even speak. 

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks, Kakyoin."

"Mhm. Thank you for trusting me with this."

On the other hand, it took Jotaro quite a while before he admitted it—both to himself and to his friend. 

After a long day of fighting the menace that was Steely Dan and a long day of traveling, they ended up in another hotel. As usual, Jotaro and Kakyoin ended up sharing a room, and you ended up getting separated from them with your very own room. 

It was a really long day for both teenagers; both were drained and worn out, with Kakyoin mentally exhausted from exerting the effort to manifest his stand in a much smaller form and Jotaro both mentally and physically drained after all the beating he took earlier in the day. 

"I should've beaten him up more." Jotaro groans from his bed, making Kakyoin turn to look at him, a brow raised. 

"Steely Dan? You ended up hating him that much?" Kakyoin responds before leaning on his elbows, still lying on the bed. "How bad are the things he did to you when we left you with him?"

"That's not the issue. I've already made him pay for what he did to me." Jotaro responds, before shooting up from his bed, removing his hat, and placing it on the shared nightstand between their beds, running a hand through his hair. 

"But...." Jotaro trails off, and Kakyoin sits up on his bed as well, raising his brow even more. 

Jotaro grumbled something under his breath, and Kakyoin could swear he heard your name amongst the words the other teen grumbled. 

Kakyoin repeats your name, and Jotaro faces Kakyoin, his gaze hardened. 

"What about them?" Kakyoin asks curiously. 

"I can't easily forgive him for the shit he did to them."

Kakyoin is quite surprised by his words and how genuine they sound. His gaze darts to his friend's face, his scowl deeper than usual, a vein almost popping on his temple. Jotaro's exhaustion must be making him slip his composure, his emotions taking hold of his exhausted mind. 

"What did he do?" 

"He grabbed them. Right. in front. of. me." Jotaro scowls, his jaw clenched tightly. "Grabbed onto their arm so tightly like they were his."

Kakyoin blinks at that, his eyes widening slightly. No.. that expression on Jotaro's face.. it wasn't annoyance. Not completely...

"Held their chin to make them look at him. His face was so damn close to theirs, I would've punched him right then and there if it wasn't for the old man."

Definitely not annoyance. It's jealousy.

"I could feel Star Platinum just about ready to make him regret being born, and I had to actively hold him back." Jotaro finishes his mini-rant with a deep, annoyed sigh, his eyes darting over to look at Kakyoin. 

It was Jotaro's turn to look confused at the amused grin on Kakyoin's face, a knowing look in his lavender gaze, making Jotaro's brows scrunch in confusion as he looks at his friend. 

"The hell are you smiling about?" Jotaro asks bluntly with a deep scowl, "Didn't you hear a thing I just said?"

"I think you're the one who didn't hear what you just said, Jotaro." Kakyoin responds amusedly, his grin not faltering even under the scrutinizing gaze of Jotaro Kujo. 

"What are you blabbering about?"

"Think back to your words, Jotaro. You're not stupid."

Jotaro paused for a while, running a hand through his already messy hair at his friend's cryptic behavior. He was already exhausted and pissed off; he didn't need any more of Kakyoin's bullshit—still, curiously, Jotaro did as he was asked. 

Kakyoin's amused smile slowly widens along with Jotaro's eyes slowly widening in realization as he plays his own words back in his mind. His surprised gaze turned to look at Kakyoin. 

"Are you suggesting....?" Jotaro trails off with a hiss. "Fuck off."

"I'm not even saying anything."

"Don't think about it. I'd rather eat my socks."

"Oh?"

"Don't look at me like—" Jotaro sighs. "It's not like that,"

"But it is," Kakyoin insists with a raised brow and a smirk, "Isn't it?"

Jotaro didn't even respond this time, looking away from his friend's teasing gaze as his own landed on his bed sheets. Kakyoin could see the dust of pink on the other teen's cheeks the more he remained silent, and that was already enough of a response to him. 

"God fucking damnit." Jotaro curses under his breath at the realization, letting out a deep sigh as he glares at his sheets. Kakyoin remained silent as he let Jotaro think about his newfound feelings. 

Eventually, Jotaro turns his head to look at Kakyoin, the usual calm, cold, neutral look on his face as his ocean gaze stares through his lavender ones. 

"Turn away for a bit." Was all Jotaro said. Confused, Kakyoin did as he was told, turning his back to Jotaro and looking at the wall beside his bed. 

Suddenly, Kakyoin jumps slightly in surprise. 

Jotaro is screaming.

It's muffled, probably by his pillows and his sheets, and it probably wasn't loud enough to be heard outside their room, but loud enough to surprise Kakyoin.

It didn't take long before he heard a deep breath and then silence.

"Good night," Jotaro spoke nonchalantly, and Kakyoin swiftly turned, but Jotaro was already on his side, back turned towards the red-head who was only blinking at him in a mix of amusement and surprise. 

"Also, don't tell anyone about this."

"Aye, aye, captain."

[dioslesbianwife]

Hellooo I have been inspired by some other anons LOL but I was wondering if u can do more of the Stardust Crusaders where the reader has a stand that is more defensive and offers more protection/healing so as a result the reader themselves is more offensive ? Like the reader’s stand can only protect/heal others and the reader can actually attack stands when their stand is out ?

hi, yeah i can do more hcs for that, hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting <3

Jotaro Kujo

Respects the hell out of you.

At first, he assumes you’re completely reliant on your Stand, but once he sees you actually throwing hands he’s impressed.

“Tch. Guess you don’t need your Stand to kick ass.”

Protective but won’t interfere in fights unless necessary.

If you’re injured, he demands that you use your healing abilities immediately.

Secretly relieved your Stand is defensive- he already takes too many hits.

Kakyoin

Intrigued by your fighting style.

“So, your Stand is your shield, but you’re your own weapon. I like it.”

Will watch your fights closely, offering tactical advice.

When you’re healing others, he’ll stand guard to make sure no one takes advantage of your focus.

Absolutely teases you about being the “team doctor” but respects how you hold your own.

Polnareff

LOVES how badass you are.

“So you fight with your own hands while your Stand plays defense? That’s so cool!”

Will absolutely challenge you to sparring matches.

If anyone dares insult your Stand for being defensive, he’ll immediately jump in to defend you.

If you get hurt in a fight, he freaks out a little. “Hey, you can heal that, right?! Don’t scare me like that!”

Gets way too proud when he sees you take down someone with your own strength.

Avdol

Amazed by your balance of power.

“It takes great discipline to fight without relying on your Stand.”

Treats your fighting ability with deep respect.

Encourages you to train alongside him to strengthen your hand-to-hand skills.

If you ever get overwhelmed in a fight, he’ll step in without hesitation.

He’s very careful when sparring with you, making sure not to push too hard, but he never underestimates you.

Joseph Joestar

“So you fight without your Stand, huh? Damn, kid, that’s ballsy!”

Super impressed and brags about you to literally everyone.

Tries to give you ridiculous weapons just to see if you can use them.

“What about a crossbow? A whip? A flamethrower?”

Worries about you more than the others. If you’re healing someone, he insists on keeping an eye on you.

Will absolutely try to use your Stand as an excuse to get out of injuries. “C’mon, kid, my back hurts. Fix me up a little, will ya?”

[silent-sanctum]

hiii mijin! hope you are doing well 💕 can i req a beach day with jotaro and the crusaders, y/n getting hit on, joot getting jealous, pol and kak clowning him, those shoujo anime cliche we all know and love 😂 thanks !

Hello anon! Your beach day request has been heard! Initially, I had this planned to only be at most 600+ words, but then I went ahead and found the plot to be... a lot more 😬 Also this takes place in an au where everyone survives post-DIO's World. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♡

Volleyball - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 2.2k

It’s been 3 months since DIO’s defeat and no one else deserves a break more than the Crusaders.

Everyone had time to recover from their injuries and although some had worse wounds than others, they still managed to make it out of the otherwise deadly voyage alive.

It was Joseph’s idea for the team to meet-up once more in a popular beach near New York-to hang out as friends for once rather than just allies or colleagues. He promised that any expenses in relation to this one-time hangout would be covered using the “good old Joestar funds” as the old man put it.

And since the new school year wouldn’t start until a month after, and that being around familiar faces was a nice experience, Jotaro wasn’t opposed into joining, more so after knowing you were going too.

Speaking off, a part of him held onto this ounce of pride when you and Jotaro decided to be something more than being “just close friends” and who would’ve guessed that this decision would be made in the middle of a mission to save his mother.

Now, not only is Holly alive and well but he also gained a new lover for her to dote on and gush with.

And whether it was conscious or not, you both stuck around for each other, often finding ways to meet one way or another. It felt nice to have you here with him no matter the place.

So having to hop on board a plane yet again and fly off to the States for a day or two wouldn’t be too excruciating when he knew you’d be there to make the sudden meeting a bit more tolerable.

Day after arrival, here he was- sitting underneath a beach umbrella in his dark shorts, drinking juice while watching his grandfather and Polnareff compete at a game of volleyball. You were there beside him in the shade, dressed in a loose blouse and shorts, applying sun screen as you attempted to convince him to play a game with the crew.

I’d rather be at home. Despite your many tries, Jotaro stayed stubborn and said he’d be fine watching you play with the guys. You didn’t push the offer again and after a sip of your citrus drink and a quick peck on his cheek, off you went to lead a waiting Kakyoin to the playing field.

And for the next few hours, it mostly stayed like this- Jotaro and Avdol resting underneath the shade, him watching the volleyball match with his Walkman in hand listening to music, the Egyptian reading a worn-out book that’s most probably from his archives, and the rest of the group out in the sun playing their 3rd round.

Throughout his time there, Jotaro kept his eye on the game and on you specifically, mirroring your excited smile and laughter with his more subtle lip curl and huffs. In an addition to having himself be yours, the relationship helped him negate all the passing girls who took interest in him and tried to approach him.

Not that he had a hard time ignoring them to begin with it.

What Jotaro hadn’t considered was the onlooking men taking interest of you, and the thought struck him square in head when as a volleyball match ended, one of the nearby boys- an American with a blonde mop of hair and tan skin- walked over to you all smiling and shit.

Normally, you conversing with someone with the opposing sex wouldn’t bother him this much, but the second he watched the guy offering you an ice cream cone bought from the nearby vendor, he could hear himself scoff and scowl. “Why’d you accept that?” He muttered, continuing to glare at the man consistently keeping up a lively conversation with you. “What are they even talking about this long?”

“Such an irritating sight that is, right?” Jotaro glanced at Polnareff coming over to be annoying and take part in this dilemma. Behind him, Kakyoin followed. Both of them crouched by the delinquent and joined him in watching you talk with a stranger. “Can’t be helped when she’s just as attractive as you are.”

“You didn’t seem to mind it when boys from our school approached her though,” Kakyoin said.

“It’s because I know they won’t risk meeting me when they think of trying,” Jotaro replied. “But I got a feeling that guys from here are more gutsy than in Japan.”

To hammer down on that point, the blond began to point to his biceps and not-so-subtly flexed them for you to see, and you responded with a calm, wide-eyed “woah”. Jotaro rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand over his thick bicep once. “Why not head over there then? If you’re this jealous?” Polnareff said.

“I’m not jealous.” Both the cherry-haired and Frenchman stayed silent, giving him a mere deadpan. “… Fine. Just a bit.”

“So go there and introduce yourself as her boyfriend in your-” Kakyoin gestured over Jotaro’s frame. “-punk delinquent-esque ways.”

“And you can’t judge us for poor advice anymore when Nori here upgraded from telling you how to do things to instead doing things your way!” Kakyoin nodded, bumping fists with Polnareff.

Jotaro judged them regardless with one vertical look-over at the both of them. “I still don’t trust any of your advises. Besides,” he sighed. “After knowing her more, I don’t think she’d like me suddenly walking there and getting possessive.”

“But it’s not being possessive when you’re establishing boundaries monsieur Kujo,” Pol said.

“Don’t call me that,” Jotaro scowled. “Also I don’t get why you two are always in my business. It’s annoying. Leave me alone.”

Not that his “threats” were effective against this duo, who simply shared a look with each other before replying. “What are you talking about? We’re buddies!” Polnareff chuckled, wrapping an arm around the raven-haired teenager. “Who am I to leave a pal behind to wallow in their own self-pity?”

“Also to be honest, it’s entertaining to see you struggle over stuff like this,” Kakyoin said with a smirk. That and paired with those shades he bought from Egypt just made him all the more smug. “Gets all the ladies but can’t handle one-”

“You shut-”

“Hey!” All three paused to look at you waving from a distance with that damn American and his friends still standing near you. “These guys want to play a round but Grandpa Joseph’s tapping out for the day. I’m afraid his bones have become too brittle-”

“No it’s not!” Said the groaning old man plopping down on the sand the moment he reached his and Avdol’s shared blanket. “I didn’t want to overpower those kids that’s all!”

“L-”

“We’re tougher than we look gramps!” The blond called out in return just as Jotaro was about to say something to you. And that didn’t help alleviate any increasing irritation boiling in him. “How about you guys?”

“Us?” Pol asked.

“Yeah! A friendly competition between us youngsters sound good?” He said, ball already in hand. “Just one set of 2v2!”

“I’m down-”

Whatever Kakyoin had to say about accepting the invite got cut off as Jotaro stood from his spot and walked over to your side with his hands in his short pockets. By the time you were beside him, the blond and his posse faltered for a second when they saw how much taller, built, and intimidating this supposed teenager from Japan was compared to them.

“I’m joining.”

You gazed up at him with widened eyes and a dash of pink to your cheeks. “Jotaro-ssi…”

“O-Oh for sure man,” the American cleared his throat, nervous as he looked over his shoulder to his friends. “How about you guys-”

“You chickening out?” Jotaro said in his characteristic blunt mannerisms. “You wanted to play volleyball, looked for a player, and now that he’s here, you’re passing the torch to your buddies?” From the corner of his vision, you crossed your arms facing them, more amused than pissed at his intervention.

He could spot the single bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to play off his cold feet with false bravado. “Nothing wrong than wanting to let my pals have a shot at a game, but since you’re asking for it,” he made show as he tossed and caught the ball. “It’s game on. Though I got to warn you, I have a nasty spike.”

“It’s true!” Polnareff yelled out from the sidelines. “I saw how he moves on the other net.”

Jotaro rolled his eyes and walked off to your side of the field. “Hey, do you even know how to play volleyball?” You said with a whisper. “You haven’t played once during our time here.”

“I’ve watched you and the others play this entire afternoon enough times for me to figure out how to do it,” he said with casual ease, glancing down at you with a shrug. “If a novice can beat an expert Darby at his favorite baseball game, then this will be nothing.”

“Well yeah but you know playing a video game is drastically different than playing an actual game, right?”

He huffed, unbothered. “Makes this better for me.”

With everyone in their respective spots, one of the blond’s friends served as the referee and starting from the other guy’s side, the whistle blew and the ball flew.

True to his word and his ability to study and adapt on the spot, Jotaro managed to keep up with you and his opponents on the playing field, exchanging the ball countless times without break. All the while, the Crusaders watched this one game like die-hard fans at the Superbowl.

It shouldn’t be that much of a shocker when he knew that both of you had physical advantages: Your lithe self allowing you to be more agile and nimble to traverse the court and catch the ball before it fell, while he had the strength and height to send the ball back to the other side, often times targeted to the edges.

And just as the timer was about to hit the 29 minute mark, Jotaro noticed the American get into a stance with a smirk plastered over his tan face. He cocked his head and rose a brow. The nasty spike I assume.

You sent the ball flying to their side and just as he predicted, the blond took over center field and leapt, arm reared and hand poised to deliver his so-called “nasty spike”.

His palm got into contact with the ball’s surface and with a clear smack, the ball was sent flying over to your side. But as he was about to receive, a glint of rose gold zipped past his vision and next thing he knew, the ball was up in the air as if it was caught mid flight to the ground.

One second glimpse at your knowing look, Jotaro didn’t hesitate to follow your footsteps. He leapt off the sand and rose his hand. In that split second, Star Platinum’s purple gloved hand enveloped his and upon contact with its surface, the ball practically launched itself at the American at a raging speed akin to an incoming missile.

The sand erupted in a loud boom, causing a shallow crater with plumes of sand flying off in many directions as the ball hit the ground. It rolled off the now-incapacitated blond stranger’s body.

His friends couldn’t even move nor make the effort to blow the whistle from the shock of it all.

Jotaro tongued the inside of his cheek, casually pocketing his hands back in his shorts as he glared at the American. “Nasty spike ,” he scoffed. “What a joke.”

You whistled, impressed as you looked down the crater. “You did a number on him.”

He reached over to grab your wrist. “Let’s get out of here.” With a gentle tug, you complied to his wish and followed him out the sandy court. He didn’t even bother meeting up with the Crusaders, who were equally stunned at what had happened.

“You’re not at all questioning why I’m not at all offended at you knocking the man out?”

“I’m questioning why you decided to cheat and use Sanctuary midway.”

“The game was ending in a minute anyways,” you said. “And I wanted to finish it off with a bang.”

“By letting me launch a ball at his face?” You smiled and nodded. “And you’re okay with that?”

“He’s a weirdo,” you grimaced. “His fetishes were showing when he said something about how exotic and pretty I was, and it pissed me off.”

Hearing that made Jotaro want to turn around to the guy for one more solid punch to the face. “But I saw you talking to him for that long.”

“Made you jealous, didn’t it?” You said, smug. “I lowkey wanted to bait you into playing a game with me by riling you up a bit, and for you to finish off that creep with what he deserved.”

“I wasn’t-” He bit his tongue, not finishing his train of thought. “I was a bit jealous and I’m glad I got to wreck that shit-eating face of his in the process, but can you not make me feel like this on purpose? It doesn’t sit right with me.”

“Duly noted and I’m sorry,” you said, eyes cast downward as you bowed your head a bit in sincere apology. “I’ll just tell you outright who and when to punch someone next time, promise!”

Jotaro paused in his tracks and with one good look at your determined sparkling eyes, couldn’t help but sigh and smile at you with uncharacteristic fondness.

“Yeah... I’d prefer that.”

[duhragonball]

Stardust Crusaders Liveblog: JJBA ch.166-173

Let's take stock, shall we?

I feel like I haven't been doing this very well, so I thought I should use this installment to reflect a little. It just seems like I've been mindlessly recapping the manga, just to try to stay ahead of some self-imposed deadline. This is one of my favorite JoJo Parts, but it's like I don't have that much to actually say about it.

Fortunately, it won't take long to explain what's going on in these two arcs, so let's get the formalities out of the way. The gang has crossed the Persian Gulf from Pakistan to the United Arab Emirates, where Joseph plans to travel by camel to some place where he can buy a Cessna plane to fly across Saudi Arabia. But things get weird when they realize the sun won't set at night, and it's getting hotter and hotter.

They quickly determine that this is an Enemy Stand attack, but they can't get near the Stand, which is literally a giant fireball in the sky that shoots deadly heat beams at them if they try. Their only hope is to attack the Stand User, except there's no sign of anyone else nearby.

The situation becomes grim until they notice a pair of identical rocks, and one has a shadow pointing the wrong way. The User was hiding behind a mirror, and Jotaro throws a rock at him with Star Platinum to defeat him. Turns out he's got a whole mobile rig for this thing, and he's been following the Joestar Group for a while this way, using the mirror to conceal his presence.

It's a really short arc, even for Part 3, which has about twenty Stand battles across the third-shortest JoJo Part. The battle with The Sun is more of a joke than a story. There's no gloating from the villain, no matching of wits and testing of powers. The Sun has the good guys completely stymied, and then they finally notice the mirror and turn the tables instantly. It's one of my favorite bits in Part 3.

This leads into the Death Thirteen arc, where Joseph tries to collect his plane, but there's a sick baby who needs an emergency flight to a doctor. Joseph reluctantly agrees to fly the baby himself so they can continue their journey without delay, but the baby has a shocking secret. You see...this baby... is actually an Enemy Stand User. Bet you didn't see that coming.

The baby is extremely intelligent for his age, and I guess he somehow got a job working for Dio, and he manipulated villagers into getting him on Joseph's plane so he could attack them. His Stand, Death Thirteen, attacks victims in their dreams. Kakyoin experiences this twice, but he has no memory of the attack when he wakes up. Since damage in the dream attack transfers to real life, Kakyoin carves a message to himself on his arm: "BABY STAND". This is enough to help him figure out what's going on, but he can't convince anyone else.

Finally, Kak tries to attack the baby with Heirophant Green, but Polnareff knocks him out and the others think he's cracked under the strain of their journey. Then they go to sleep and Death Thirteen attacks them all. Ah, but Kakyoin can fight back this time, because his Stand was active when Pol knocked him out. This is Death Thirteen's only weakness. If you summon your Stand and have it out when you go to sleep, you can use it in the Dream World, and Death Thirteen isn't all that strong in a fair fight.

Kak subdues Death Thirteen, and forces the baby to heal the cuts on his arm. That way, when everyone wakes up, there's no evidence of Kakyoin's apparent madness. Only Kak remembers what happened in the dream, and he makes the baby eat his own poop.

When I saw this in the anime, I found it questionable that they let the baby live. I mean, he's a baby and all, but he has vampire fangs for no apparent reason, and he's reaaalllly evil, and Kakyoin is the only one who knows what he's capable of. The kid seems like a monster that just happens to look like a baby, so letting him go on to the next town seems like a really shitty thing to do to the people there.

Then again, the baby's only attacking the Joestar Group because they're Dio's enemies. He probably has no need to sic Death Thirteen on anyone else, except to subtly influence people's dreams so they'll do what he wants. And he needs people's help to survive, since he can't feed himself or even change his own diaper. So maybe he learned a Valuable Lesson from all of this, and that poop breakfast was enough to set him straight.

So with that out of the way, what am I doing here, exactly? Let me start with the basics. I watched the anime from Part 1-4, then read the manga from Part 5-8. I always thought I should go back and read the manga versions of 1-4, and I've slowly been working my way through that.

It's taking longer than I planned. My sentiment was that I didn't have time to liveblog my JoJo experience properly in 2017. I deliberately half-assed it, then started trying harder around Part 6 or 7, mainly to help myself keep track of the increasingly complex plots.

This put me on a campaign to do it right.

2018: Liveblogged Part 5, because the scanlations were finally finished that year.

2021: Liveblogged Part 2, mostly because it's my favorite, it's short, and I wanted to get underway.

2024: Liveblogged Part 8, since I never finished it back in the day, and it was finally available in full color. I also knocked out Part 1, since it was so short.

This year, I figured I could knock out Parts 3, 4, and 6, but that seems a little too much now. I might still pull it off, but doing Parts 3 and 4 in the same month was completely unrealistic. I figured that since I did Part 8 in one month, I could fit 3 and 4 into a month, but they're not actually that much shorter than Part 8. According to some Reddit thread:

Part 1: 857 pages

Part 2: 1257 pages

Part 3: 3045 pages

Part 4: 3476 pages

Part 5: 3121 pages

Part 6: 3260 pages

Part 7: 4290 pages

Part 8: 4741 pages

Part 9: 1071 pages (as of JoJoLands chapter 20)

Parts 3, 4, 5, and 6 are what I call "mid-size" JoJo parts, and it's true they're all about the same length, but it's not like Part 7 and 8 are twice as long or anything.

So I'm going to slow things down, and get Part 3 done in May, save Part 4 for July or so, then worry about Part 6 later. Maybe save that for 2026.

And that's fine and all, but what am I doing this for, exactly? I wanted to read all of the manga, but I could just sit down and read the manga whenever. Instead, I've turned it into this whole project, where I have to put together all the images I want to use, then recap the chapters I'm covering, and try to stay ahead of the queue. It's always a little bit of a chore, even when I'm looking forward to it.

Like, Parts 5 and 8 were genuinely difficult for me to keep up with on the first read, because 5 had the crappy scanlations, and JoJolion was still in progress when I read it. I think going over those again and documenting the story on this blog was a rewarding experience, because it helped me understand all the moving pieces of the story.

Maybe that's why I find myself so bewildered now that I'm on Part 3. Stardust Crusaders kicks ass, and it's a lot of things to a lot of people. But I don't think anyone's ever accused it of being complicated. This story isn't some epic tale of intrigue and mystery. The only subplot was Polnareff's search for his sister's murderer, and he killed that guy less than a third of the way into the Part. It's a pretty straightforward plot: These rowdy boys are gonna keep going west until they find Dio and kill that son of a bitch. Dio keeps sending henchmen to stop them, but they just plow right through them, fueled by justice and testosterone. It's great, but it doesn't exactly lend itself to analysis, you know?

I mean, what can I say about this page? Their enemy has a Stand that looks like the Sun, and it's going to cook them to death. They can't fight it because it shoots deadly lasers if they get too close to it. There's not much more to it than that.

There is, of course, the larger theme that runs throughout Part 3, and this battle with The Sun is emblematic of that theme. The Joestar Group has to win this battle. They have to keep going until they find Dio. It's the only way to save Holly, and there's no one else who can save the world from Dio if they fail. As dire as this situation looks, they have to prevail, because their story can't end here, before they reach Egypt.

One of my favorite lines from Part 3 is when Dio expresses surprise that Jotaro would approach him instead of fleeing, and Jotaro replies "I can't beat the shit out of you until I get closer." That's what the whole story is. Jotaro has to kill Dio to save his mother, and he can't do that from Japan, so he has to go all the way to Egypt and fight him up close. Each battle and hardship along the way is another step closer.

But I can't just make that point over and over again for a month. Uh, I like Jotaro's hat? Very stylish. Heirophant Green is a very pleasant shade of green in this colorized comic.

When I got into the anime, I found Jotaro very relatable. At first I hated him, but around Pakistan I started to appreciate what he was about. Enya feared him the most, not for his power, but for his powers of observation, and his ability to ask the right questions. Mostly, I liked that Jotaro could be the hero of this story without being a smiling, extroverted gladhander.

But these days, I find myself relating more to Old Joseph, who's struggling to hold on to what little relevance he still has left. He wants to be the hero, the guy who can teach everyone how to ride a camel, the guy who figures out how to beat The Sun. It's not ego, he just wants to save his daughter, and he's not used to putting the fate of the mission in someone else's hands. He trusts the others, especially Jotaro, but he still wants to do as much as he can, since he's saved the world before.

But no matter how hard he tries, and no matter how well he does, stuff just keeps happening despite his efforts. It's all just sort of moving on without him. I go on BlueSky and Tumblr and sometimes I feel like I have no idea what anyone on my feed is talking about anymore. I mean, the political stuff makes sense, and people are fans of fictional characters and all of that, but I feel disconnected from the rest. I don't know why that happened, or what I'm supposed to do about it. Maybe I'm not supposed to do anything about it.

I always liked this part where Polnareff wakes Kakyoin up and talks about how they're gonna cover 500 kilometers in one day. This happens right after the panels of Kakyoin screaming, which became that meme. It's funny, sure, but I like the follow-up where his pal snaps him out of it and opens the window to reveal the promise of a beautiful morning.

There's those damn fangs. Why does the baby have fangs? I thought he was a vampire when I first saw him, but that makes no sense. It's just one of those things Araki does that doesn't have anything to do with Hamon or Stands or Fate or whatever. There isn't going to be a story that delves into the baby's fangs, or the aliens behind the Stand Arrow, or Diavolo's origin story, etc.

My life feels a lot like those fangs sometimes. All I can do is just sort of see it and accept that there's no real explanation for it. All I can do is keep heading west. I can't beat the shit out of Dio unless I come closer.

Maybe that's what makes this story such a classic. The simplicity is appealing. Araki used Parts 1 and 2 to set up Dio as this utterly despicable villain, and Jonathan's descendants as this noble family who deserves better. They suffered so much, and Joseph saved everyone from the Pillar Men and that seemed to be the end of it all, and now Dio's back and Holly has to suffer for it. It's comforting to see these guys rise up and go "Fuck Dio, we're gonna head over to his house and kick his ass." It's kind of nice to have a scenario that simple, where all you have to do is keep heading in one direction towards an enemy who absolutely deserves to die. And anyone who gets in the way will get crushed, because the quest is too important to tolerate interference.

In real life, you don't usually get that. The goal isn't always clear and the path isn't always simple, and it's never a straight line in one direction. And even if you achieve it, you have to figure out what to do next. I guess that's like Joseph and Polnareff. Joseph beat the Pillar Men, but he ended up living at least another 60 years. Polnareff avenged his sister, but he's still got a while left to go on this planet. It's not so neat and tidy.

What do you think Boys II Men turned out like when he grew up? By Stone Ocean, he'd be a few years older than Jolyne, I guess. Assuming he lived that long. I mean, this arc is his entire life, for all intents and purposes, but beyond the pages of this work, he's got his entire life ahead of him. He fails to kill the Joestar Group, and Dio gets killed soon after. What does he do after that? By the time he's five, he probably thinks this whole episode was a waste of time, and he regrets getting involved in the Dio/Joestar conflict.

Every so often, I'll see some post about how tumblr uses will have 3000 followers and only get seven likes on their posts. I assume this is in reference to how people don't reblog or interact as much as they used to. It's kind of a cultural shift, I think. I can't complain. I don't think I blog for the acclaim anyway. It's nice to see notifications for my posts, but it's not the same high I used to get back in 2014 or so.

Mostly, I just like being able to put up this cool drawing of a scorpion, and knowing that other people can look at it with me. Even if no one actually does, even if no one cares, it's nice just putting this up anyway. I guess that's why I liveblog this stuff. Reading it is one thing, but I like that there's a record of the experience.

I don't think she ever really understood that about me. I suppose I don't understand it myself, so maybe that's fair. I'm free, you're free, we're all free, maybe we're better off. And I'll just sit here and continue carving the words into my arm. A message to myself whenever I think to roll up my sleeve.

I think that's what I've been wrestling with for a while now. There is no big payoff to any of this. I don't "get noticed" by some publisher and they make me a big rock star author or whatever. I'm not going to get "internet famous" because of my insightful commentary on Joseph Joestar's robot hand. (It's getting larger because Death Thirteen is playing on his fears. The prosthetic hand represents Joseph's lost innocence and youth, and things that he still has yet to lose in the future.) There is no sexy lady who falls in love with me over the quality of my Dragon Ball Z novel.

"'Make way for Dragon Ball Z,' said Luffa as she punched everyone at the Coffe Bean. End chapter one."

(See, Jotaro's afraid of losing control of his Stand. He's used to being cool and collected, and Star Platinum's power and precision reflects that sense of assurance. But in the Dream World he calls it out and it turns on him, then hits itself with a frying pan. Jotaro's not panicking or anything, but he knows there's nothing he can do.)

I find myself growing increasingly frustrated at the lack of any point to any of it. That I can do things that I enjoy, but there seems to be no progress or accomplishment to any of it. When you're a kid you can look forward to graduating school, or getting old enough to drink or whatever. I'm pushing fifty, and I'm starting to wonder what I have to look forward to. Am I just marking time until I die? Is that all I've been doing all along?

Sorry, I don't mean to sound so fatalistic. It's just that my reasons for blogging about this comic are several years old now, and I'm not sure if my priorities have changed in that time.

You know what? This dreamscape of Death Thirteen is a suitably creepy setting. It's an amusement park, but it's deserted. I never really appreciated that before, since this is just a nonsense world that can look like whatever the bad guy wants. But when you imagine being in an eerily quiet park like this, it starts to come together. Araki didn't just pick this setting because he wanted to draw Disney rides or whatever. There's a point to it.

Is that what I'm so flustered about? Does life feel like a deserted amusement park? Yeah, I think it kind of does sometimes.

Art helps me cope. I like this panel of Kakyoin waking the others up to breakfast. It ties back to that panel of Polnareff waking Kakyoin up for breakfast. It reminds me of Jesus meeting the apostles on Easter Sunday, and he's cooking fish for them while they're still trying to figure out how he survived crucifixion. That fish has to be the best breakfast ever eaten. Not like in a Holy Grail kind of way where the fish makes you immortal or anything. I just mean the relief of finding the son of Man alive and well, and he's rustlin' up some grub for you.

Wait, Jotaro sleeps in his coat and hat? What a dork.

This helped, I think. At least I had to put the words in order instead of letting them churn in my head forever. The process of jotting all this down, well, for me at least, I think that may be the point of it all. I'm not sure there's any other option available. So maybe that is the course I'm locked in on, towards the Dio I have to beat up.

Anyway, that's where I'm at. Next time, we'll talk about Judgment and High Priestess.

Lali Ho.

[gingernut1314]

do you take requests? if so, could you write something about polnareff and a… thick…? reader who’s self concious about the way she looks and pol reassuring her? idk if this is weird its just something i need to read :(

No Good, Very Bad Day

Summary: You've been having a rotten day. A day your insecurities only had begun to make worse. That is until Polnareff comes to your rescue.

Content: Polnareff x SDC!GN!Reader, takes place during part 3 (no spoilers), reader feeling insecure about weight/looks, Polnareff comforting reader, established relationship

Word Count: 1.8K

Song: Only Girl (In The World) - Spotify | Youtube

Taglist: @cinnbar-bun @lostfirefly

A/N: So....my requests are actually closed but.....but it's my husband...I...I couldn't say no....how do you expect me to say no to him?? You can't--oops I'm just a girly 🤷‍♀️ (Updated style to match more recent fics May. 14th, 2025. No words have been changed)

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The day had been horrible. 

The morning had started off with an attack from an enemy Stand User, who beat the ever-living crap out of your all. You all went to lunch to try and remedy the horrible start, but you had spilled yours over the ground. And then, as you were finding a hotel for the night, you managed to trip so bad you almost knocked Kakyoin into a foul-smelling canal.

And then--oh then there was the matter of you feeling just so horribly insecure the whole day. Not only had your legs decided to stop working properly, but also because your shirt felt too tight around your body. A shirt you picked and pulled and tugged at to keep it from showing off too much of your body to the world. A world you couldn’t help but think was looking at you and judging. 

It didn’t help when a stunningly beautiful person came up to the group to flirt with Polnareff. Polnareff who was your partner. But the Frenchman was too nice and hadn’t said a word to shoo them off until Jotaro snapped at them to get hell out of there because they’re voice was grating on his last nerves. 

They were a person you couldn’t help but feel--envious of because, not only were they beautiful, but they were slim--near stick thin. It was a green emotion you hated to feel towards another person but when they were flirting with Polnareff like that you couldn’t help it and it made you feel just so much worse. 

And the cherry on top of your terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day was when you caught the last bit of a conversion the group was having about you. 

“They are a liability.” Is what Jotaro had gruffed to the other Crusaders before Polnareff found you making your way back over. His frown had turned into a bright smile and he greeted you happily, as if trying to distract you from the fact they had been talking about you. He placed sweet kisses on either of your cheeks before snagging the key to your shared room from Mr. Joestar’s hand and guiding you away.

And now you couldn’t find anything to wear for dinner. Nothing seemed to be looking the way it usually did. Everything seemed to point out your curves in a way that just had your anxieties and insecurities increase. 

You stood in front of the full-length mirror in your hotel room, yanking at the fabric of the newest outfit you had thrown. Tears burned at your eyes as you tried your hardest to calm down and to just go with it but after all of the day's hardships, you couldn’t help it. 

“Andddd perfection!” You heard Polnareff cheer from within the bathroom. He had been working on his hair for just as long as you had been struggling to find an outfit, a wait you were used to when it came to him and his hair. “What do you think?” He asked, coming out of the bathroom to stand behind you. He struck a pose in the mirror that only made his muscles look all the more powerful--though that cheesy, goofy grin of his only made him look like the lovable doofus he was. 

“Uh--yeah.” You managed to get out past the tightening of your throat. You tugged again at your clothes, trying to hide yourself from him. 

A liability. 

What if he thinks so too?

What if he thinks you're too big? What if he doesn’t like you anymore? What if he takes one look at you and decides he doesn’t like what he sees?

What if, what if, what if?

A warm hand gently grabbed your shoulder, pulling you from your endless stream of negative thoughts. Your eyes were blurred as you tried to refocus them, but as you blinked you couldn’t help their escape down your cheeks. 

“What's wrong, mon ange?” Polnareff asked as he guided you to turn to face him. He bent down, those gray eyes looking directly into your own. Eyes just full of so much worry and concern for you. Eyes that told you he was more than ready to defend you against whatever was upsetting you and it only made your heart twist more painfully in your chest. 

He was too good for you. Too handsome and too kind and too--too him and you were just you. 

“Am--am I a liability?” You managed to get out wobbly. Polnareff’s eyes hardened the slightest bit at the question.

“You--heard that?” More tears fell from your eyes then, your hands grabbing for your outfit again, trying to keep it off your skin. 

Too tight, too tight. 

“Is--Is it because I’m like this? I’m not--I’m not as fit as you all--and--I just drag you all down and you could have anyone--be with someone thinner and nothing fits me. Everything’s going to shit a-and--” Polnareff brought a hand up to cover your mouth and stopped your constant negativity against yourself. 

“Stop that. Stop that right now.” He all but commanded, his voice stern. A sob bubbled up out of your throat you couldn’t find the will to stop. “Be with someone else?” His voice shifted then. Shifted softer--almost like he was hurt by your words. “I could never do better than you, mon ange. Never. I do not care what you look like. That doesn’t matter to me at all.” 

Pity. He was just pitting--

“Hey--hey stop that,” Polnareff said, caughting you before you could spiral downward again. “You are perfect. Your beauty is more perfect than words can describe--it's a beauty only art could ever hope to capture.” And he looked so sincere. A sincerity that was only confirmed by the look in his eyes that only true feeling could replicate. You shakily moved his hand from your mouth.

“But--what about that person? Wouldn’t you rather be with them?” Polnareff shook his head, his hand moved so that he could rub soothing circles into your wet cheek. A touch you instantly lean into. 

“Never. I want you. I only want to be with you. You get me like no other could.” Polnareff said, leaning closer. That smile you loved beyond anything you’ve ever loved pulled to his lips then. “Who else would go searching every shop in the city without rest until they found my brand of hair gel?” You huffed in amusement, the ache in your chest slowly beginning to ease.

“Your hair just doesn’t like other brands.” Polnareff chuckled as he cupped your face in his hands. He pulled closer and placed the softest and sweetest kiss on your forehead. A kiss that made your belly flutter and your heart begin to stutter in your chest. 

“See. You get me.” That smile of his never once faltered and his eyes never once left your own. 

“And about what you overhead,” Your heart dropped at its remention. “It wasn’t what you think. It has nothing to do with your looks and everything to do with the fact that you nearly knocked poor Kakyoin into the canal today…” You cringed a little bit at the memory, feeling all to bad for the boy. He had been so sweet about it, but had Star Platinum not caught him he would have nose-dived into the grimy water. 

“....and how you nearly knocked Jotaro into a busy street the other day…and how you dragged Mr. Joestar with you into a pitch…and knocked Avdol into a street lamp…oh and when you stepped on Iggy, though, he deserved that, the demon.” Polnareff hissed at the mention of the dog. It only made you huff in amusement at his rivalry with the animal, who hadn’t caused you too much trouble. 

“If they didn’t know better, they would think you are trying to kill them.” He said, with a chuckle, gray eyes scanning over your features. “You aren’t some enemy Stand User I have to defeat, right?” You rolled your eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. It only made the Frenchman laugh again, his hands grabbing for your wrists to pull you right back in. 

“If they keep getting in my way I might just switch sides.” You teased. Polnareff’s laugh only grew harder. A laugh that shook through your very soul. One so cheery and bright and never failed to brighten your own mood.

“Joatro is just blunt in his words, you know this.” You nodded, thinking about all the times he had cursed at you or told you to shut up. “No one truly thinks you're a liability and it absolutely has nothing to do with your weight. I need you to know that.” He said, beginning to caress the inside of your wrists in a way that made you feel so cared for. Loved and accepted. “And mon ange--you look so breathtaking tonight. A perfect choice in outfit.” You felt your body begin to heat in your growing flusteredness. 

“O-oh--thank--”

“The only better option would be if you were to go in your birthday suit.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a mischievous gleam in his eyes. 

His hands began moving from up your arms and over your shoulder, making their way down your back in a way that made a shiver rush down your spine. His hands continued their journey down your back until they grabbed hold of your waist, giving your hips a tight squeeze as he yanked you forward swiftly. A yelp fell from your lips as you braced your hands on his broad chest to keep yourself from crashing into its near brick wall-like solidness. 

“Pol--” You started but him leaning down to brush his nose against you had your words dying in your throat. 

“Maybe we should skip dinner altogether, hum? Please, mon coeur? Let’s just stay in and you could model that suit--” You cut him off with a sharp swat of his hands and a push to keep him away because the longer you stayed in his grasp the more your heart felt like it would beat right out of your body. The more you thought you were going to burn alive and fall into a pile of ash at his feet. 

“Get out of here. Of course, we are going to dinner.” You all but breathed in your flusteredness, smoothing a hand over your clothes. 

“But, mon ange, please--” He started, his eyes growing into those big puppy dog eyes you had never once been able to say no to. You were quick to look away from their power, grabbing for your shoes to keep yourself on track.

“No. You were just complaining about how hungry you were.” You huffed, yanking on one of your shoes.

“But, but--I would rather starve then--” 

“Come on.” You insisted, pulling on your last shoes before you glanced back to him. He was pouting dramatically like that might change your mind. “If you behave…maybe when we get back.” Polnareff was quick to perk up at this, all but jumping to grab hold of your hand and pull you out of your hotel room. 

“I am always on my best behavior.” Polnareff declared proudly. You only chuckled, linking your arm around his and holding him close.

“Sure, love.” You chuckled.

[yoshhii]

UNKNOWN FEELINGS— yandere!dio

dio sat bored in his chair, reading one of the many books he had from his library. with nothing to entertain him he tapped his slender fingers on the now closed book. his mind once again focused on getting rid of the joestar bloodline. with jotaro and his “acquaintances” he noticed a particular person. that person seemed to be female standing at (height).

the joestars and their friends where such a headache, but you where quite different. oh how much he hated you. you where mearly a pest, an annoying fly that would come back when you would shoo it away, a cockroach that seemed to always live no matter how many times you try to kill it. just what where you doing with his enemies? he almost felt sorry that he will have to kill you as well. dio has felt like this for a long time, until he got the chance to take a good look at you, a certain someone has managed to sneak a picture while you weren’t looking.

you seemed rather pretty a nice figure with beautiful e/c orbs that glistened in the sunlight, your eyes were half lidded as a gentle smile appeared on your face. you seemed to be at peace and just enjoying your surroundings. your skin looked so soft and your h/c hair seemed to be greatly taken care of. dio would be lying if he said you didn’t look gorgeous.

what made you even better was when he heard that you and the joestars managed to defeat some of his servants. it was rather impressive and he wonders what kind of stand you possessed, but he knows it is no match for ‘the world’. the thought of him standing above you while you bled out in front of him was rather….arousing. how interesting, dio has never had thoughts like this before.

a week has passed and these thoughts had only gotten worse. he needed to get rid of them, he needed to do something, he needed you. everytime he saw you whether it be a picture or in the middle of the night, his heart skipped a beat. it was rather obvious dio has fallen in love with you. but this wasn’t your normal kind of love, he was obsessed.

how funny, someone as charming and powerful as him has fallen in love with a mere human as you. of course there where others that where strong too but they where nowhere near him, that’s another reason why he needed you by his side, was to protect you.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

you would be buying take out for yourself since there was no dinner. there was some food at the hotel you where staying at, but none of it looked satisfying to eat. kakyoin has asked if you needed assistance but you have assured him that you where fine. what a terrible mistake…if only you knew the consequences of grabbing some food by yourself. as you where walking down the sidewalk with your food in one hand it seemed rather…quiet. there where no cars driving or people around.

‘how strange’ you thought.

usually you would see a car or two pass by, not even a cricket was making a sound. but once again with a fanfic cliche, that was before everything went black.

you woke up feeling dizzy, your vision blurry and your head hurts…almost like something has hit you from there. wait where were you? you looked around only to find that the room was rather dark. the only source of light would be from the candles that hung around the room. you seemed to be lying on a king sized bed, there where even bookshelves around the walls. trying to comprehend what just happened you tried to get up only to be stopped by ankle cuffs.

“ i see that you are finally awake ” a voice says near you.

you looked by the door and see a rather tall man, with beautiful golden hair as his ruby red eyes stared into yours. you wanted to scream.

‘ what was happening? who is he? where is kakyoin and everyone else? ’

you tried to call out your stand only to find yourself being chocked the next second, feeling his long pointy nails gripping your neck.

‘ what the hell? ’ how was he suddenly in front of you?

“ i would normally kill someone such as yourself right now, but i am willing to spare you, so let us make a deal, hmm? ” the man’s smooth silky voice said in your ear.

“ you will do as i say and in return i will guarantee your safety, you mustn’t worry about jotaro or your friends i can assure you that they are perfectly fine. ”

struggling to breathe you managed to do a slight nod, he smirked in satisfaction and let you go.

“ one of my servants has prepared you new clothes, you will find them on the table stand next to you, i will see you soon love ” and with that he was gone.

many questions popped up in your head. ‘why would he call me love?? what did he know about jotaro? was he a friend of his?’

no that couldn’t be, it’s obvious he’s much more than that. ‘was he actually safe?’ but for now you can only hope that what the man said was true.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks…just how long have you been here? you often wonder if you will ever escape always hoping that someone would just bust in and help you break free. but you learned that will never happen, being stuck here made you learn a lot of things.

you learned to always obey the man that kept you imprisoned in this mansion, dio. only talk when spoken too, stay by his side at all times unless told not too, be his perfect little pet. you hated being called that, it was like the woman y/n no longer existed and is now an obedient play toy. there where a few times where you almost escaped, so close to reaching that door of freedom but of course vanilla ice was there to stop you.

you screamed and thrashed to get out of his grip, only to be pushed in front of someone. carefully pulling yourself up, you slowly look up…recognizing the shoes of the man who put you here in the first place. dio let out a sigh. after all this time have you not learned anything? did you not see that everything he did was for you?

he was there to protect you and give you all your needs. he spared your life so you didn’t end up like the women he had previously eaten. he wouldn’t dare waste such a beauty like you, there may be times where he needed to give you a little….lesson…but it was out of love. dio excused vanilla ice and you would soon find yourself laying on a bed. no this couldn’t be happening…surely he’s not going to do what you think he is doing, is he?

the closer he got the more you wanted to scream, but you knew better. dio leaned down in front of you slowly rubbing his cold hands against your body, “ you know you really are so beautiful, “ he started, “ you truly are a precious gem, a beauty only one can be described as a goddess…but you know that beauty only lastes for so long, it slowly looses it’s spark, getting old, and eventually dies….you however….”

dio paused as he takes his left hand to reach something , “ i don’t want to ever lose you, you are mine and i wish to spend eternity with my darling. ”

a smile crept up his face as he brought something towards your cheek, but his smile seemed off, before you could say anything you felt immense pain. all you could see was a red liquid and feel the warmness of your blood dripping down your face. was…this…a mask?

he did it…dio finally did what he’s been waiting for, after all this time you would finally be with him forever. tears started to form in your eyes, this couldn’t be happening, this isn’t what you wanted. you wanted to live a normal life and grow old with the ones you loved, not this monster. all your hopes and dreams slowly faded away as you felt your nails grow longer, your skin drained of color and your precious e/c eyes turned a dark red.

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“ doesn’t this look nice my love ” dio said as he fixed your dress.

you where standing in front of a mirror, the same mirror that you use to get dressed like the many nights before. it was now dinner time, and you would walk with dio to the dining room.

“ of course it does dear ” you said as you forced a smile.

dio hummed in satisfaction, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. it seemed you two where just standing in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence. before you could break the silence he lays his head on your shoulder.

“ i love you y/n ”, he whispered.

you tensed up, dio knew you hated responding, this was like a game to him, taunting you knowing you have no choice but to say it back. taking a short breath you once again reply,

“ i love you too “.

dio lifts up his head and turns you around, bringing a finger to your chin as he forces you to look up at him. he stares at you for a moment before slowly closing his eyes and leans in, you know what he wants, this was part of your little routine, so you know you have to do the same. the kiss lasted a little longer than usual, he must be feeling like that tonight, how disgusting.

before things go any farther he stops and suddenly walks away. of course, he didn’t see you as nothing more than a toy, only someone to cure his boredom. or was he simply teasing you knowing you’ll want more later?

you sighed as you look in the mirror once again. taking a good look at yourself, hair nicely done, nails freshly painted, and a beautiful (color) dress that stopped just before your knees…just how dio likes it.

this was your life now, obeying dio and giving him whatever he wishes. he always claims to love you but his definition of love was clearly different than what you know. he was so protective of you, no other man dared to look at you, even if you weren’t with him. if anything was bothering you he would get rid of it within seconds. if you needed anything, you would have it in your room the next day.

a new pair of clothes? already in your closet. need something else to spice up your skin care routine? you’ll find it by the bathroom sink. not feeling like yourself? you will find a plate of your favorite food and a bath that is ready for you. you once asked him if he had anything to do with it, he just let out a “tch” and denied it, it was an obvious lie.

it was strange to say but it was somewhat attractive. where you falling for him? you have to admit dio was not an average looking man. he was very handsome and a body some people would kill for. any woman would be blessed to have a husband like him.

…what?

did you just say husband? are you really falling for your kidnapper?….where you experiencing stockholm syndrome?

no. you would surely never fall for someone like that. this was simply your mind playing tricks on you.

deciding that you wasted enough time you start to walk towards the door. walking in a “lady” manner with your back straight and chin up, something dio has “trained” you to do. you soon reach the doors of the dining room knowing he was waiting on the other side.

perhaps things would be different if you weren’t stubborn and just accepted kakyoin’s offer, or just sucked it up and ate the dissatisfying food. how funny that something as simple as food led you into this curse.

as you start to open the door, you could only wonder what the future will hold.

[cosmicvaca]

As a Kakyoin fan and artist, I'm doing my part in giving him a part 4 design 🫡 (OG ask) Throwing my headcanons at you and hitting you square in the face

Ramble under the cut

Noriaki is a successful gallery artist living with his "roommate" on Florida's Gulf Coast (I think the Tampa Bay area, specifically Bradenton, FL). They have a small bungalow near the water, Perfect for them, their office/studios, Jotaro's fish tanks, and Jolyne when she comes from her mother's during the holidays or for summer break. Jotaro is definitely a boat guy they have theirs parked on the side of the house and take it for a spin over at least once a month (or once a week when Jolyne is with them over the summer)

He still does missions for the SWF with Jotaro, but his day job is his art. He works in an abstract/contemporary style and his pieces are large and textural. Jotaro doesn't really get it but still supports his partner, Jolyne loves them though.

Also, he and Jotaro have matching wedding rings: platinum bands with emerald Inserts.

[thejojosanctuary]

JJBA General Masterlist + Rules

Welcome~! Here you'll find a (hopefully up-to-date) Collection of our masterlist and rules page. Thought it was high time to finally give this page a bit of a revamp - if you have any questions feel free to ask and I'll be happy to answer!

RULES🧡

Please specify if you'd like a hc, drabble or fic - if there's no specification I'll just pick a format at random, usually hcs! Also my default for requests is gender neutral unless a gender is specified.

Feel free to request multiple characters from multiple parts! Just please keep in mind when requesting that the more characters per request the longer it may take me to write. Don't be afraid to send multiple requests too as I'm always up for a challenge.

If you have any questions at all don't be afraid to reach out and I'll be happy to clarify whatever you need. My posting may be a little inconsistent btw as I'm only able to write in my free time due to work so please bear with me if requests take a little longer than expected to complete.

Any requests or posts with potentially triggering content will be tagged accordingly with a big warning at the beginning - if you find any that aren't just let me know and I'll rectify that immediately. If I'm not comfortable writing for a particular topic or subject I'll make a note here as and when they crop up.

I write both NSFW and SFW, so expect to find both on this blog if you have a read through.

For Matchups - please include a small description of your preferences, hobbies, as well as a specific part (EG, part1 or 2 and so on) of Jojo you'd like to be matched for! This will give me a better idea of who I'd match you with, and make narrowing down a character a lot easier! (Especially with how many characters there are in the series as a whole!) The more information that you include, the better I can work to tailor it to you~!

I also do platonic matchups as well! Just be sure to mention that you'd prefer to keep it platonic in the ask!

MASTERLIST🧡

For ease of access finding a particular character I'll be putting majority character requests in the first part they show up in (Like anything Jotaro or Polnareff related can usually be found in the Part 3 section of this masterlist unless it specifies a different part!)

NSFW is flagged with a 💟

My Art Stuff where I doodle things can be found here!

Matchups can be found here!

The Love Letter Event can be found here!

💟💟 Sin Night events can be found here! 💟💟

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Masterlist: (All Posts can usually be found under the "Request" tag.)

Multiple Characters from multiple parts

Joseph, Josuke + Giorno body-swapping with S/O

Jotaro, Buccellati and Abbacchio asking out their crush

Josuke, Joseph + Caesar with crush trying to confess despite the language barrier

Drunk Jotaro, Kakyoin + Rohan with S/0

Jonathan, Speedwagon, Joseph + Caesar with horror-junkie S/O

Jonathan, Josuke + Jotaro seeing their S/O's scars from being clumsy/a rough past (tw: abuse)

Jotaro, Kakyoin, Josuke + Okuyasu with S/O's swarm stand

Jotaro, Kakyoin, Josuke + Okuyasu with swarm stand P2

All Jojo's + DIO getting a butt slap from their S/O

Kakyoin, Polnareff + Josuke playing just dance with S/O

Jotaro, Kakyoin, Josuke + Okuyasu being serenaded by S/O

Joseph, Speedwagon + Polnareff with S/O who often hums

Rohan, Josuke + Jotaro surprise blowjob from S/O 💟

Jonathan, Joseph + Jotaro with S/O nervous/shy about relationships

Josuke + Jotaro making out with S/O hcs

P2 Joseph, 3taro + Josuke being asked out by confident crush

Jotaro, Kakyoin + Josuke with Aries S/O

Okuyasu, Josuke, Gyro + Josuke foodplay hcs 💟

Josuke, Jotaro + Koichi with a crush who can use Hamon

Josuke + Giorno getting 'boof'd by their crush

Jotaro, Kakyoin, Josuke + Rohan with an S/O whose stand can fuse with other stands

NSFW Lisa Lisa, Mariah + Rohan hcs 💟

All Jojo's being asked to be S/O's fake fiancé for free cake samples

NSFW Jotaro + Abbacchio hcs 💟

Gyro + Pucci with a passive S/O

Kakyoin, Josuke + Okuyasu celebrating S/O's great test results

Gyro + Weather Report's S/O asking to do their makeup

Jotaro, Rohan + Johnny fluffy relationship hcs

NSFW Jotaro, Rohan + PB! Dio with a dom! Male S/O who acts sweet 💟

Playing the pocky game with the Jojos

Gyro, Johnny, Mista + Giorno with an S/O who's afraid of getting shots

Kars, DIO + Diego caring for a sick S/O

Jotaro, Kakyoin + Caesar going to an amusement park with S/O

Snippets and small things

Jotaro taking kid Jolyne to the park fluff snippet

A day in with wife! S/O, Jotaro + kid Jolyne snippet

Ship meme with multiple characters

Part 1: Phantom Blood

Part 2: Battle Tendency

Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Part 4: Diamond Is Unbreakable

Part 5: Golden Wind

Part 6: Stone Ocean

Part 7: Steel Ball Run

Part 8: Jojolion

[seaglassosprey]

kakyoin is having the time of his life as a spirit

[jojosbizarrekakyoinobsession]

Weeks following Made in Heaven, sometimes Jotaro becomes self conscious and quite upset about his scarred and blinded eye. At some points he’ll even refuse to leave his room. Kakyoin does his best to reassure him by complimenting his new “badder” look and even call him and Jotaro “twinsies” with their matching eye scars.

It takes Jotaro a couple years to fully accept this permanent injury. In the meantime, he has especially been hyperfixating on Kakyoin’s eye scars. Sometimes tracing his fingers along the lines, and often asking Nori if it still hurts and how badly his eyesight and equilibrium have been affected since the injury.