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love-overdrive · 6 hours

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Oh no he’s sunburnt :(

This started out as me objectifying him and ended up as me concocting the most heinous tan lines for him as are humanly possible as well as biblically accurate hat dent

#gyro zeppeli #go go zeppeli!!!#I love the way you draw wavier hair 🥰#and of course eyelashes #agh but that hair…#so nice #off topic but this is a really pleasant shade of green too #i fw it

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love-overdrive · 7 hours

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@iceicewifey Vanilla Ice!!!

anyways gimme jojo charas to make bracelets for!!! I'm in a bracelet making mood <3

#rambles #ganba I hope this is okay I didn’t have brown beads but I improvised I hope that’s okay!

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love-overdrive · 8 hours

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@child-ofdust a Dio 3 bracelet!

anyways gimme jojo charas to make bracelets for!!! I'm in a bracelet making mood <3

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love-overdrive · 8 hours

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anyways gimme jojo charas to make bracelets for!!! I'm in a bracelet making mood <3

#rambles

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love-overdrive · 9 hours

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Boutta each some more ice cream 😎 updates to follow

#not to be weird or anything but seriously this is exactly the stuff my sister would post #complete with the gyro icon too I’m just laughing #maybe it’s a rule younger siblings are basically gyro lol #I should go buy her more ice cream #tomorrow 😎

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love-overdrive · 9 hours

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"Heart" Beat

Summary: He shouldn't have been alive. But with his "heart" reaffirmed and given a second chance at life, he's willing to do whatever it takes.

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~1.2k

Notes: Blood, death, religion, and mentions of a certain president's backstory. Non-canon of course due to insertion of an OC. No romance.

A/n: Haha I am physically incapable of not writing angst when it comes to part 7 <3 I love casually adding some of the strangest plot points that WILL come back later.

He clawed his way through the sand, struggling to breathe as the heat of the San Diego sun beat down on him. He darted his eyes around, recognizing no other signs of life besides him. His company and fellow soldiers had perished in the Devil’s Palm, leaving him all alone.

He placed a hand over his “heart”. This “heart” beat steadily- feeling like his own, yet entirely foreign. It was nothing if not enlightening to the young man. A reminder of his own mortality and of his desire to serve the country. It was surely “fate” he was chosen to live while every other soldier would be left to rot.

Ah, but that meant-

He hobbled onto his feet, curious to see where she was. Was she still alive? Or did she fade just like everyone else? The thought made the young soldier somber, yet another reminder of loss in his life. Dead corpses were buried partially underneath the sand, a slight breeze blowing more of the small grains around. It was as if the land was personally trying to cover this gruesome and unsightly bunch.

Perhaps he had been walking and looking for almost an hour now. Time was something he could not feel or understand at the moment, only the thumping of his “heart” and the sweltering rays of the sun. He swallowed, finding himself unable to bother trying to continue this meaningless search. She was dead anyways, wasn’t she? There would be no possible way she could survive this long. It was only due to a miracle he himself was alive- she had no hope.

That was what he told himself as he pulled out a compass to attempt to make it back to home base and return to civilization. North was… ah, that way.

He began his tiring journey back, before he heard a pathetic gurgling. He raised a brow, cocking his head left to right. The gurgling sound echoed again in the near silent desert, and the young man could pinpoint that it was most certainly coming from behind him. He turned around, yet nothing.

The gurgling stopped for a few moments before it became a full on wail. His eyes widened. What was making that noise? A wild animal? That surely had to be the answer, because there was no possible-

He stiffened as the crying grew louder, making his “heart” tighten and ache. As if compelled, he walked to the source of the noise and noticed a rock that jutted out and formed a bit of shade underneath it. He gasped when he saw his wife’s body curled up in a ball, hidden beneath the rock. He knelt down to her, reaching a hand out to touch her. No pulse. No life. She was gone, just like everyone else. His curiosity was peaked when he noticed a pool of blood collected around her. Unlike the others, she practically bled to the death. But why? How?

He wouldn’t be able to know exactly what had happened while he was practically knocked unconscious earlier. But he saw she was cradling something in her white apron tightly, as if shielding it.

He was about to reach out to it when he heard weak cries coming from that bundle in her arms.

Wait, was it possible-

He quickly untied the apron off her corpse and held the bloodied bundle together to drag out from underneath the shade. He unfurled the apron and gasped as he saw that, inside, was a newborn.

The newborn sobbed and all the young man could do was watch for a moment. His wife… she had… she may have left, but she had given him a final parting gift and protected it with her life.

She…

The young man stood up and lifted the newborn, his blue eyes sparkling with renewed life in them. “She” was perfect. “She” was a “miracle”, born to the most patriotic and selfless people ever known. How could he not find joy in this creation, this “miracle” of life he thought he would never get to have?

“She” cried, and his eyes teared up, his ears ringing with the sound of life that brought him unbridled joy.

This was certainly “fate”, wasn’t it? This must have been further proof that God had bore him such wonderful fortune. Undeniable evidence that he, a young soldier, was destined to go beyond for the sake of this country.

“It is alright now, my child. Weep no longer,” he stated to the sobbing newborn. “I am here, and I will make sure this country is a place where you will be able to be at peace and revel in its wealth. I will make that world for you. I promise.”

He held his daughter close to his chest, carefully caressing her head as he shakily exhaled.

“Oh… you are so precious. You sound like heaven itself,” he whispered euphorically. “I see… I see what they meant now.”

The young man turned his eyes to the sky. “Father, this was what you felt, wasn’t it? It’s what made you want to die to protect those secrets, wasn’t it? I see it now, I understand now. Holding her… I know what you must have felt. The torture, the pain, none of it means a damn thing.”

A few tears dripped down his cheeks as he looked down at his child again.

“None of it matters. I have even more reason to pursue those goals. My precious child shall never know of heartache or sorrow. She shall never know a land that is unfortunate or inhospitable. I will make it so this country that you have bled and died for is a sanctuary for her, father. I will make it so her mother’s sacrifice is honored. By my own hands, I will make this happen.”

He pressed his lips to her soft head, holding her close.

“This sun must be unbearable for you, right?” He asked her, knowing very well she could not answer. He removed his army coat and wrapped it around her to protect her from the sun. “Much better than that bloody rag, now.”

Once swaddled in his coat, his daughter began to calm down, soothed from being enveloped in her father. His “heart” beat faster, full of life as she settled into his arms, accepting him as her caregiver. The young father had started to walk as he carried his child, going north to reach home base.

“I am sorry your mother wasn’t here alongside me to christen you. You know, we discussed many names for you,” he recounted. “If you were a boy, we would have named you ‘Jonathan’. That’s an appropriate for a young boy, I believe. And, well, I do have a fondness for the nickname ‘Johnny’. Although, your mother was insistent on the name ‘Joseph’.

“But for a girl, we had agreed quite easily on a name. ‘Mary’. It’s a beautiful name, one that is very important and meaningful,” he continued, smiling. “And seeing you, my daughter… you fit the name perfectly.”

The young man rubbed his thumb across her squishy cheeks, enamored with the way she was beginning to yawn and fall asleep against him. “Mary, Mary, Mary. Yes, no other name fits you better. You are my miracle, Mary. I promise, as your father, I will do whatever it takes to keep that smile on your face.”

#my writing #jjba oc #jojo oc #my oc #jojo #jjba #mary valentine #mary 7 #funny valentine

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love-overdrive · 20 hours

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OC x narciso anasui - first meeting HC’s

- Much like my weather post can you believe I haven’t posted for my other main f/o yet arrgg. For both cases it’s just a bit more personal to post self ship stuff so you’ll probably only see my oc x canon stuff for them

- Onto malasui, they met before the events of stone ocean. Malattia also met weather and emporio during that pre SO time frame as well.

- I’m using pretty much the same general set up as my scenario with weather since it aligns with the general job I’d have my oc doing during the events of stone ocean. It’s also easier to then do a poly situation with them that way. Basically in spite his sentence, he is tasked with assisting in the medical ward of green dolphin. That place is corrupt so don't question how a prisoner is able to work there in a medical position.

- Malattia's sentence was unfair just like jolyne's anyways, a false case of medical malpractice that resulted in a patient malattia knew personally's death. In reality what happened was malattia's stand acted on impulse, it was not purposeful. So because it’s a little cloudy and he has a lot of skill so he is still allowed to care for patients.

- Because of malattia’s job he’s aware of most of the prisoners at green dolphin, however I don’t think anasui would recall malattia that well. Weather is a little more attentive in the way that he vaguely knows of malattia more than anasui.

- Anasui was pretty much forced into the medical wing one day for a check up, thankfully one of the good things green dolphin does is request inmates go for some routine medical attention. Usually when they are offered anasui passes them up, but he can only skip them so many times before he’s dragged to the medical wing.

- Anasui is alerted immediately by malattia’s presence, I intend malattia to have a sort of energy you can’t quite place when you first meet him and I think it throws anasui off. What also throws anasui off is the fact that malattia isn’t unnerved by him like a lot of other people are, he would’ve assumed rumors about him reached everyone and would make then apprehensive but malattia isn’t. I also think malattia is just generally striking, he has a sort of beauty about him that is difficult to deny, it makes the shift between his appearance and his stands more drastic.

- Malattia turns away from anasui for a moment and claims he’s getting something, in that moment anasui feels a small cut on the backside of his hand and is met with the appearance of red nightmare. Unlike is my weather scenario, anasui’s defense is much stronger. Right to wanting to apprehend malattia rather than just waiting with abilities ready to see what happens.

- I don’t think malattia himself was confident that he could diffuse the situation but somehow he was able to calm anasui down by explaining he was just using it do check anasui internally for any abnormalities, and malattia has never met another person with a stand before so it came as a shock.

- Begrudgingly he brings malattia to the ghost room since he knows emporio would probably be interested in seeing another stand user and it’s from there things start to blossom.

- Malattia and weather are very friendly, but anasui stays with a stick up his ass for quite some time and malattia takes it upon himself to continue trying to be friendly until that barrier breaks down. He tells anasui a lot about himself, a lot about his struggles and about what landed him in green dolphin in the first place.

- It’s really the display of how much malattia’s has gotten past that finally strikes anasui, as well as his very collected demeanor and ability to not only keep himself calm but keep others calm like weather is able to do. So both weather and malattia end up being like anasui’s anchor but malattia’s persistence specifically does something to anasui, makes him fall for mala.

- Surprisingly enough the persistent one is malattia at first but only until he’s able to chip away at anasui until he’s able to bring out that enthusiastic lover side of anasui. Both are very physically affectionate, and have a pretty damn intense love for each other, definitely a power force.

- Malattia trusts anasui enough to also then join the group for the events of stone ocean, and I do still keep anasui’s admiration for jolyne intact but it’s much more platonic than romantic this time around.

#ejdjkdkdk ohhhghdhdhdh i love thisssss!!!#Anasui being an ass for a while is hilarious just him actively making things a bigger deal because he’s anasui #but also YES malattia is beautiful and we love the vibes 💖#anasui like hm. this beautiful doctor guy has a stand. he’s very beautiful. and he keeps talking to me #fine I have to defend him smh /s #does that mean malattia has scary guard dog privileges with anasui?#love that this lowkey prolly has good comedic potential too #‘where the fuck is Mickey Mouse we need to take a photo with him’

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love-overdrive · 22 hours

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I decided to practice drawing more with some fun refs and realized, hey, wait a minute, Charlotte has a similar style to Mary, so of course I had to draw this.

Just what could she be thinking about? Answer below:

#morning reblog #it’s funny to meeeeeee

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love-overdrive · 1 day

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I decided to practice drawing more with some fun refs and realized, hey, wait a minute, Charlotte has a similar style to Mary, so of course I had to draw this.

Just what could she be thinking about? Answer below:

#my art #jjba #jjba oc #mary 7 #mary valentine #jojo oc #my oc #EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR THE MOST USELESS BISEXUAL WOMAN EVER #RAHHHH GO GIRL GIVE US NOTHING 🤪💖#mary will say ‘hear me out’ and show you her cracked out dinosaur bf

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love-overdrive · 2 days

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Continuing off that ridiculous post I made about stands being in love with their user's s/o's stands, I bring you another cruddy addition to Heaven's Door and Dancing Queen's shenanigans using that one Sheen audio I saw on the reels.

Not pictured: Rohan contemplating if he should smash his face against a shelf to forget this ever happened

#my art #jjba oc #jjba #jojo oc #my oc #mary yazawa #mary 4 #yes I am still playing around with Dancing Queen's design jrgkjnrjeg #I hate making stands #anyways tall giant goth mommy x silly lil guy forever <3 #especially since last time some of yall said it was like Connecticut clark and malfina I had to lean into it #rohan x mary #jjba x oc #self ship community #self ship

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love-overdrive · 2 days

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