#nyoho

[wubaii-the-freakazoid]

Stand-Up Comedian? [JJBA: Crack Comic]

[cask1t]

have this too before i disappear for the next few weeks sorry

[creepycoffins]

found a puzzle book at work, my fiance has too much time on his hands, and we all have sbr brain rot

[chikinan]

The obvious answer as to why we never see johnny's star birthmark is that araki just forgot. The actual potential answer is that araki is really funny and wanted to keep consistent with jonathan not showing it because it wasn't a thing back then. Now. My personal insane take is that we never get to see it because gyro was the one who had it.

[go-go-gyro]

The tiny Gyro is working.

[mrlowell]

The "People keep telling me that SBR is even gayer than all the other parts I can't see how they are gonna top part 5" to "Oh wow the sugar mountain arc was really gay" to "Omg the break my heart break your heart chapers actually broke my heart" to "Yeah ok Gyjo is canon" pipeline

These panels as well 😭😭

[startersword]

Does anyone want to hang out with me today :333

[otterpuppss]

The Shape

[wrxangel]

Johnny Joestar crushing on Reader at first sight

a/n: Johnny is so sos o sos o soso soooo cuuuteeee <33 my cutiepatootie my lil gumdrop, my lil sad blue Kentuckian 🥺

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Johnny had been staring at you from a distance, like a moth drawn to a flame, since the very moment he laid eyes on you before the Steel Ball Run began. He couldn't quite explain it, but there was something about you that stirred something deep inside him, like the first taste of sweet tea on a hot summer's day.

The Steel Ball Run was about to kick off, and while Johnny's focus was on the race, he couldn't help but keep an eye on you. Your presence seemed to shine brighter than the desert sun. He saw you laughing with friends, your smile as warm as a southern sunrise. It was a sight he couldn’t shake from his mind.

As the race progressed, Johnny’s heart skipped a beat every time he spotted you by chance. He had a rough exterior and nerves of steel when it came to the competition, but when it came to you, he felt like a schoolboy with a crush, unsteady and unsure.

Despite the numerous women he had bedded in his prime, the feelings he had for you were new, pure, and most of all, terrifying.

You were beautiful, and even with your dusty riding gear and dirt-smudged face, he couldn't help but freeze at the thought of going up to you.

He didn't deserve you. He was so sure of that.

But he wanted to, though. So badly.

The day of the next stage, he found himself at a dusty tavern, nursing a drink and trying to calm the jitters that had taken up residence in his chest. Gyro, the charismatic person that he is, was chatting animatedly with some locals. Johnny, however, was distracted, his gaze frequently darting toward the door.

And then, as if the universe had heard his silent wish, you walked into the tavern. Johnny’s heart leapt. He watched you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape. Gyro noticed and nudged him with a knowing grin.

“Nyoho! Looks like you got yourself a little something on your mind, Johnny,” Gyro teased.

Johnny flushed and shoved Gyro, praying the bastard wouldn't do something to make him look a fool.

"Shut it, Gyro. And don't you dare do somethin' stupid!" Johnny hissed, balling up his fist and trying to look small in his wheelchair to avoid your potential gaze, no matter how much his heart was begging for your eyes to land on his own baby blues.

"Johnny-boy, you wound me! I'd never do such a thing." Gyro snickered, slumping in his chair to show that he was harmless.

The blue-eyed blonde rolled his eyes, feeling wary of Gyro's habit to cause trouble. But the Italian had a point, his mind had been stuck on you ever since he saw you. That bright smile of yours lifted his mood like no other whenever he thought about it, and the small glimpses he caught of you whenever you crossed paths on the trek of the past stage made his body tingle and his face warm.

If his legs still worked, he was sure he'd still end up in a wheelchair with the way you made him feel weak.

Johnny suddenly felt the weight of his insecurities. His legs—lame and useless—seemed heavier than ever. He was convinced that someone like you could never be interested in him. But he couldn’t deny the pull he felt.

He glanced over to you, spotting you just a few feet away waiting on some refreshments you ordered at the bar. The bar wasn't too tall, either. You were at the perfect height to talk face-to-face if he was sitting next to you.

Next to you...

Johnny entertained the thought, imagining the two of you laughing together, talking about how you both got halfway across the country for the chance to win a grand prize of $50 million dollars.

He'd gaze at your lips, wondering how even in the western heat can they look so glossy and kissable.

"Guh!" Johnny covered his face with one hand, feeling his cheeks burn.

He hated feeling like this, like some inexperienced teenage boy at the thought of just staring at your lips.

And with the impulse of a teenage boy, he figured that to remedy these pesky feelings, he should just get it over with.

Gathering his courage, Johnny puffed up his chest and approached you. He suddenly felt a little awkward, his hands trembling slightly as he wheeled himself over to you.

“Uh, hey there. I, uh, noticed you around and thought you might like a drink. It’s on me,” he said softer than he had intended, his voice carrying the faintest hint of a Kentucky drawl.

You looked up at him with a curious smile, your eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky. Johnny felt like he might faint right then and there. His mind raced with self-doubt. Why would you want to talk to him? He felt so small and unworthy.

"How kind of you. Joestar, right?" You smiled.

And he melted.

"I- uh, yes! Joestar, my last name. You- you've kept an eye on me, or somethin'?" He fumbled, face warming at his bumbling demeanor.

This was not going the way he had planned.

"Mm, somethin' of the sorts," you mumbled with a shy look in your eyes.

You seemed so docile now that he was talking to you. But he could appreciate that. Made it easier to talk when he knew you were feeling just as nervous. Or at least, you seemed that way.

"Well, go ahead then. Whatever you want, it's on me," he gently urged, taking your responses as an invitation to sit next to you as he wheeled in closer to the bar.

"I'll let you know; real sweet, that's how I like my drinks." You ordered the sweetest damn thing on the menu, and he wasn't surprised. Your tastes matched your looks.

The two of you chatted in the bustling atmosphere of the tavern. Getting to know each other, hearing about how the last stage went for each of you. And he liked it, talking to you. It was easy, and it was as refreshing as the drink you were sipping on.

Johnny glanced over at Gyro, who was still engrossed in conversation with the locals, but occasionally shot Johnny a glance and a thumbs-up, clearly pleased with how things were going. Johnny shook his head slightly, amused by the gesture.

“So,” you said, your voice softening, “you’re really set on winning this race, huh?”

Johnny nodded, his expression growing a bit more serious. “Yeah. It’s not just about the money, though that sure would be nice. It’s... it’s about proving something. To myself, more than anything.”

You tilted your head slightly, your gaze searching his. “Proving what?”

He hesitated, then sighed. “That I’m still worth something. That even with everything that’s happened, I can still... I don’t know. Make something of myself.”

Your expression softened, and Johnny felt a pang of vulnerability as he looked into your eyes. He was afraid that you’d pity him, that you’d see him as just another broken man trying to piece together the remnants of a shattered life. But there was no pity in your gaze, only understanding.

“You’re worth more than you think, Johnny,” you said quietly, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm. “You’re out here, giving it everything you’ve got. That’s more than a lot of people can say.”

Johnny swallowed, his throat tight. He wanted to believe you, wanted to hold on to those words and let them seep into the cracks of his self-doubt. But it was hard. He’d spent so long feeling like a shadow of his former self, like he was less than what he used to be. But here you were, seeing something in him that he couldn’t quite see in himself.

Before he could respond, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “And for the record, I think you’re cute. I’d love to see you again in the next stage.”

Johnny’s breath hitched, and his heart felt like it might burst out of his chest. He was stunned, his mind scrambling to process what you had just said. Cute. You thought he was cute. The words played over and over in his mind, each repetition making his heart swell a little more.

He turned to face you, his blue eyes wide with a mix of surprise and something that felt dangerously close to hope. “You... you really mean that?”

You pulled back slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I do. So, what do you say? Think we can catch up again after the next stage?”

Johnny nodded, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, I’d like that. A lot.”

As the two of you continued talking, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that little corner of the tavern.

And when the time came to part ways, Johnny felt a warmth in his chest that hadn’t been there before. He watched you leave, his heart lighter than it had been in years. As he wheeled back over to Gyro, the older man gave him a knowing grin.

“Well, Johnny-boy, looks like you’ve got yourself a date for the next stage.”

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes still lingering on the door where you’d just exited. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

For once, the race didn’t seem so daunting. The road ahead might be long and grueling, but now, Johnny had something more to look forward to.

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[nochepeo]

hueheheh hah nyoho

[quaintrix]

nyoho!

[squishysphealgirl]

time will tell all

youve supported my wretched crucible well done #thankyou

you’re welcome? i understand all these words individually but not in sequence and i feel this is a great loss on my part

[aichan-artblock]

Let’s go home Gyro…

“Nyoho!”

[go-go-gyro]

I’m assuming there’s a reason there’s so many tags calling Johnny “so dang cute”?

Uh, YEAH.

Have ya SEEN HIM??

[nishikiliker]

gyjo drabble (the first of many i wanna write before posting them all together on ao3)

“Man, ain’t the stars beautiful out here in the desert,” Johnny sighed wistfully, his arms folded underneath his head as he gazed up at the night sky. The moon was nearly full, and with the fire’s embers only still barely glowing a dark red, Johnny was entirely lit by moonlight, his pale skin glowing and his hair like shining silver. “I mean, just look at ‘em.”

Gyro, who laid flat on his back with his hands linked together on his stomach, spared a glance up to the star-lit sky. Johnny was right; it was stunning. Constellations upon constellations shone down on them, as crystal-clear as clean water. Gyro looked back at Johnny, and at the way his blond eyelashes, lit by the night sky, contrasted prettily against the dark landscape around them. 

“Sure is gorgeous,” Gyro said.

Slowly, Johnny turned his head towards Gyro, pulling those pretty lashes off of that scenic backdrop as his side-profile became a three-quarter one. “You’re not even lookin’. What’re you starin’ at me for?”

Gyro grinned. “You told me to look at the stars.��� He pointed towards Johnny’s beanie, covered in little stars. “They’re right there, nyoho!”

Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes. “So you’re just tryin’ to be funny?”

“Hm…” Gyro let his smile fade into something subtle, natural, speaking soft and true. “Not particularly.”

A moment passed between them, silent but charged, before Johnny turned his face upwards, pulling his gaze away and back to the sky. With his side profile in view again, Gyro had a perfect seat to watch the way Johnny’s throat bobbed, his Adam's apple jutting out like a snow-capped mountain against a starry sky. Even in the dim light, Gyro didn’t miss the way those white, soft cheeks of Johnny’s blossomed with a warmer hue, dusted with faded freckles that rivaled the stars themselves.

edit: fic is now up here

[daisyofwaterdeep]

ITS FLYMM CARGO I GOT IT NVM

quick someone help me with the name of that one place in baldurs gate by the water...the one that sucks to get into and has the worgs. the place where you access the iron throneeee i cant think of the name of it