#jotakak is just tragic
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My type???
Powerful autistic characters often headcannoned as transmasc
And their genderqueer boyfriends
#and their boyfriends are also autistic#zosan#jotakak#yeahhhhhhhhhh#one piece#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba#roronoa zoro#jotaro kujo#vinsmoke sanji#noriaki kakyoin#except Zosan has the possibility of a happy ending#jotakak is just tragic#they’re similar but different
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me having a new obsession and going on a reblogging spree just to feel something
#this is about my jojos obsession#specifically about my jotakak brain rot#theyre just so tragic i love them so much#as friends and as lovers theres so much there
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tagged by @herenya-writes (thank you! 💜)
top 3 ships:
all of these are top tier bc i’ll read them in any configuration, friends or lovers, gen rated or m
1. spirk (kirk/spock, tos): i’m very picky bc i only really like the tos characterizations and so much of the fic on ao3 is from aos but liStEn I go feral for the concept of t’hy’la okay also authors that paint me a wordscape with mind melds are just 👌👌 doing the lords work
2. jotakak (jotaro/kakyoin, jojo’s bizarre adventure): Kak’s character never got fleshed out well in canon so every fic is interesting for characterization. part 3 era fic is cute but tragic bc u know kak’s gonna die and i love dramatic irony. But i ALSO LOVE ignoring canon to see kak alive and happy in part 4, but joot didn’t know.
3. trephacard (trevor/sypha/alucard, netflix castlevania): again I just want to see them all happy bUT ESPECIALLY ALUCARD GOD IM STILL UPSET OVER S3 :( can you tell I want to read/write fix it fic? lol
honorable mentions to daforge (tng) and killugon (killua/gon, hunter x hunter) (both of which i’m too new to to say that it’s a fav but god i love the Gen rated fic that i’ve seen), and hannigram (hannibal/will, nbc hannibal) which is an old favorite but I don’t really love the ship I just want to see those characters interact more lol
lipstick or chapstick? chapstick at night for daily routine, lipstick to feel special
last song: don’t judge me but it’s “set fire to the rain” by adele lmao I was in a weird mood when I took my shower last night
reading: nothing star trek right now bc i’m watching tng avidly but i’m halfway through a bunch of fics right now including this hannigram regency au, this jojo case fic, and this ace attorney fic
3 random things that make me happy:
1. my dog
2. my guinea pig
3. baking bread
I tag: @mindmeld @lyrslair @nerosighted @lacefuneral @elements-united @bestnoncannonship
no pressure to do it! i dont know a ton of people on this blog so i just tagged a bunch of people whose blogs I enjoy :)
#just jill's stuff#jill replies#for the ships I wasnt sure if u meant only star trek ships but I only have 2 trke ships so far#(unless u count qcard which is a crack ship basically lol)#so I just did everything
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jotaro for the character thing :-)
sexuality hc: bi .... there is no way that man is straight
gender hc: he knows hes not cis but has no idea what he is past that point. josuke once asked him if hes nb and he told him that josuke knows as much as he does
a ship i have: none really.
a brotp i have: him with polnareff or kakyoin i could go more into depth abt this bc i think abt his friendship with pol a lot even tho they barely interact in canon </3
a notp i have: jotakak as u can see i have a weird relationship with how i interpret those gay boys
a random hc: the best way for him to show that he cares is either doing small favors without the person asking or sending a picture/gift saying "this reminded me of u". holy loves it when he sends stuff home that makes her life easier
general opinion: i like him obviously but i hate the fate hes given in canon bc its so tragic in a way where it just snowballs for him </3 like what the fuck
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JotaKak Week Day 1: Art
After the end, after Egypt, after Dio, after all the hotel beds and bruised knuckles and all the times Jotaro and Kakyoin stayed up late into the night talking because neither of them could sleep, Jotaro goes home. Kakyoin doesn’t. Kakyoin goes into an ambulance, and then to the hospital. It doesn’t occur to Jotaro to ask after him for the first week, tired and weary of everything as he is, but after the second he starts to wonder. It’s weird being back in Japan. Part of him expects to find another stand user in his backyard or look around the corner and see that Abdul and Polnareff are there, but it’s just him and Holly and the big empty estate, the same as always. The first time he turns on the TV, part of him wants to turn to Kakyoin and say hey, sumo’s on, wanna come watch? But no one’s there.
Jotaro thinks about calling his grandfather, about calling the hospital, but what good would it do? He’s not a healer. Whether the news is good or bad, he can’t do anything but wait. Thinking about it puts a little knot of anxiety in his stomach, so he puts the thought down and wanders through the house, lost. Star Platinum follows at his back. The two of them end up in front of a mirror in Jotaro’s room, and he peers at his reflection. His bruises still haven’t fully healed. His shoulders are still stiff where Dio’s knives carved a gash through his muscles, and all he wants to do is sleep.
The next morning, Kakyoin calls for the first time. Holly brings the phone to Jotaro, telling him that it’s a friend, and Jotaro hurries over to the wire and picks up, half-afraid that it’ll be some idiot from his school. But it’s not.
“Jojo?” Kakyoin asks, and Jotaro’s voice sticks in his throat. Unbidden, the memory of how Kakyoin looked when he was being loaded into the ambulance comes to him, and he has to take a deep breath before he can speak.
“Yeah,” he says. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve got too many operations in my future, and they won’t let me out of bed, but yeah- I’m okay,” Kakyoin says.
“Good,” Jotaro manages.
“How are you?” Kakyoin asks. Jotaro’s first instinct is to grunt that he’s fine, but then he remembers that it’s Kakyoin on the line. They’ve never needed to lie to each other about their opinions.
“I’m bored, I’m still bruised, I keep thinking an enemy stand is going to attack, and Mom’s using every single bit of her newfound energy to hassle me night and day,” Jotaro says. Kakyoin laughs even though Jotaro didn’t mean it to be funny, but he doesn’t mind.
“I’ll trade you,” Kakyoin says. “The Speedwagon Foundation told my parents I was kidnapped in order to sell my organs and then didn’t tell me about it, so I found out about my tragic kidnapping when my Mom and Dad busted in the room and started interrogating me about it.”
Jotaro laughs. It’s a short sound, almost a bark, and it surprises him. He doesn’t think he’s laughed since they left Cairo.
“Dio, organ trafficker,” he says.
“Yeah, it’s stupid,” Kakyoin says. “People keep telling me I’m so brave for enduring all of that and I just keep thinking about the time I got turned into a puppet after losing at a video game or the time Polnareff fell asleep and we took turns seeing how many pens we could fit in his hair.” It takes Jotaro a moment to realize that he’s smiling. The motion feels unfamiliar, like his face isn’t used to it.
“You are brave,” Jotaro says, and immediately regrets it. There’s a moment of silence, and then Kakyoin chuckles.
“You’re pulling your hat down over your face right now, aren’t you?” Kakyoin asks. Jotaro is, and the fact that Kakyoin knows it makes him scowl. He doesn’t reply.
“For a delinquent, you’re a big nerd,” Kakyoin tells him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. How are the sumo prelims going? I don’t have a TV in my room.”
“They’re going fine,” Jotaro mutters. “There’s a new rookie that’s pretty good.”
“Yeah? How is Chionofuji doing?” This, Jotaro can talk about.
“They’re saying he’s going to retire after this year.” After sumo, they move to talking about school, about the hospital, about their stands, about things they’d like to eat and about Kakyoin’s plans for when he moves back to Japan. Apparently he lives nearby, close enough that he’ll be able to walk to Jotaro’s house. His parents are engineers. They’ve been to some of the same restaurants and seen the same sights, though it seems like Kakyoin’s memories of his time under the fleshbud are a little blurry.
“When you come back, we’ll go to that restaurant together,” Jotaro finds himself saying.
“Good,” Kakyoin says, and then he laughs. “It’s one am here.” They’ve been talking for almost three hours. “I should probably go to sleep.” Jotaro hesitates, the silence stretching between them, and then Kakyoin speaks.
“When are you free?” he asks.
“Any time,” Jotaro replies. “I don’t really leave the house.”
“Jojo…” Kakyoin says, and nothing else. “I’ll call you soon, then.” Jotaro doesn’t know what else to say, so he hangs up. After the trip, it felt like a relief to return to the silence of his house, but now it feels too quiet. There’s nothing to do in the house. He thinks about what it would be like to sit in a hospital room day after day with nothing but his own stand for company, and he thinks about the way Kakyoin sounded when Jotaro spoke to him over the phone. That night, he leaves the Kujo estate for the first time since he got back from Egypt and walks to his favorite ramen place. It’s as good as he remembers. He thinks Kakyoin will like it.
Kakyoin calls again two days later, and the miracle of the three hour phone call is repeated. Jotaro didn’t think he had that much to say, but it doesn’t matter. Half of the call is just companionable silence, Kakyoin sketching while Jotaro watches TV, the two of them occasionally speaking when they remember something else that they’ve got to say.
“I’ll tell the old man to get you a TV in your room,” Jotaro says, “and then we can watch stuff at the same time.”
“Rich kid, aren’t you?” Kakyoin says, and Jotaro doesn’t deign to answer. Three days later, Kakyoin calls again with news that the TV has been installed, and after that it becomes tradition for them to watch sumo together when it’s on. Kakyoin’s calls become a marker for Jotaro to measure time by, and then one day Kakyoin closes the call by announcing that he’s got a big operation the next day and won’t be calling for some time. Jotaro doesn’t mean to count the days, but it’s hard not to. One, two, three, four. On the fifth day, he gets a postcard. Kakyoin must have sent it weeks before, when the phone calls started. There’s a little Star Platinum posing with Hierophant Green drawn on the back. Jotaro pins it up in his room. On the sixth day, he gets a postcard from the store and takes it back to the study, and without meaning to, he calls on Star Platinum. And then he draws.
It gets to be a routine. Every day that Jotaro doesn’t get a call from Kakyoin, he buys a postcard and has Star Platinum inscribe a memory on it. He draws Cairo. He draws Joseph. He draws Polnareff. He draws the way the mist hung over the valley of Enyaba’s graveyard and the heat shimmers over the Saudi Arabian desert. But mostly, he draws Kakyoin.
Eleven days after the last call, the phone rings.
“Jojo?” Kakyoin sounds tired, but he’s alive.
“Kakyoin,” Jotaro says. “What’s your address?”
He only sends one of the postcards. But the next day, when Kakyoin doesn’t call- and he never calls two days in a row- Jotaro goes to the store and buys a sketchbook. It’s been a long time. Sometime, in his sketches, Kakyoin’s face is blurred, and there are some things he’d like to forget, but there are also things he’d like to remember.
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It’s April when Kakyoin comes back to Japan. Jotaro goes with Holly to the airport expecting his grandfather to be there, but when the plane lands and the people start to come down the escalators it’s not Joseph standing there. It’s Kakyoin. Jotaro’s run up to him before his body knows what it’s doing, and then he stops short, unsure what to say.
“Jojo,” Kakyoin says, smiling, and then he hands Jotaro a postcard. “I thought I’d deliver it myself.” Holly sweeps down on the two of them and sweeps Kakyoin into a hug, and in the excitement Jotaro sweeps the postcard into his pocket and doesn’t think about it. They go out to an Izakaya together, and Kakyoin is polite and cheerful and quietly mean in the way that only he can manage. He tells jokes to Jotaro quietly while Holly is talking to the waiter and makes both of them laugh. Jotaro hadn’t realized how much he’d missed seeing him face to face.
After dinner, Holly drives them all back to the Kujo estate. It’s not until they’re pulling into the driveway that Jotaro remembers the drawings piled up in his room. The idea of Kakyoin seeing them alarms him enough that Star Platinum flickers into existence, and he has to distract Kakyoin by asking him about his parents. Once they’re inside, he manages to steer Kakyoin away from his room and into the study, but there’s a drawing there too, a picture of Kakyoin as Jotaro remembers him from all their nights together in impersonal hotel rooms. Jotaro spent a long time on this one, trying to render the way Kakyoin’s hair curled across the pillow and the way his body tapered into his tiny waist, the way he smiled. Jotaro sketched this the day after Kakyoin’s major operation, and he remembers losing himself in the repetitive cross-hatching and the lines. He remembers flinching when the phone rang and praying to himself that it wouldn’t be bad news. It’s not a good picture. Jotaro’s not an artist, not like Kakyoin, but he’d wanted to make something. He’d wanted to prove to himself that he still remembered Kakyoin’s face.
Kakyoin looks at the picture a long time.
“Look at the postcard in your pocket,” he says at last, and Jotaro fishes it out. The front is the image of some random place in Cairo. The back is a picture of him and Kakyoin. In it, the two of them are seated at a ramen bar, clearly in the middle of talking to each other. Kakyoin is gesturing with one hand, and Jotaro is listening intently. Under the table, their hands are interlinked, Jotaro’s palm shielding Kakyoin’s in the sort of soft, casual gesture Jotaro’s seen between couples a hundred times. The lines there are dark and repeated, as if the artist put particular care into drawing that motion.
Jotaro looks up and finds that the real Kakyoin is watching him, his face flushed, his stand winding around him in the way it does when Kakyoin is nervous.
“It looks good,” Jotaro manages. A single step puts him face to face with Kakyoin, close enough that’s it’s more effort not to touch than to touch. Kakyoin’s face is flushed, but he’s not looking away from Jotaro. He looks a little scared, and a little hopeful, but he doesn’t back away. Jotaro takes his hand.
“I wanted to give you something in person too,” Jotaro says. Kakyoin is so close. He tips his chin upwards and the postcard flutters to the floor, forgotten, as Jotaro and Kakyoin share their first kiss.
Written for Jotakak Day 1, for the prompt of ART!
#jotakak#jotakak week#Jotaro Kujo#Noriaki Kakyoin#kakyoin is more the artist#but i've always wanted to see Jotaro do something with Star Plat's ability to just print images directly from Jotaro's brain#also first kisses!!!#im gonna try and do every day of jotakak week wish me luck#a nomette writes
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do you love to suffer? i sure do! thus i present my lovingly put together and curated jotakak playlist, 4 hours long and full of big feelings. suffer, hope, rejoice! you can find the playlist here on spotify! ( *ˊᵕˋ)
ps. despite what the cover suggests, it is not just tragic!
pps. if you do give it a listen, i hope you don’t listen on shuffle as the flow is... important...
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001 Avdol x Polnareff?
when I started shipping it if I did: i honestly didn’t realize it was a popular ship until after i started looking at fanworks and the like! although that’s probably because i seemed to be oblivious to all sexual tension etc in sdc and i didn’t even pick up on any jotakak so like. take of that what you will. and at first i didn’t like it because it kind of seemed like a ‘pair the spares’ thing for tying together anyone who was single in sdc?? anyway then i read this fic and i had feelings about it and now i like it my thoughts: i like avpol a lot! i like how polnareff helps avdol be a little goofier and brings out that side to him and i like how avdol helps polnareff be a little more serious and think things through better; as a whole, i really like polnareff and i really like avdol so why wouldnt i like them being happy . . . TOGETHERWhat makes me happy about them: them being goofy together during sdc!! and polnareff’s reactions to finding out he wasn’t actually dead, i love u polWhat makes me sad about them: polnareff was torn up enough about avdol’s death being possibly his fault that he uses a Magic Genie Wish to try and bring him back - later on, polnareff has to see avdol die AGAIN??? unfairthings done in fanfic that annoys me: boring avdol, come on guys, just because he is serious all of the time doesnt mean he has no personality?? things I look for in fanfic: sdc is so fucking tragic that i much prefer cute fluff and aus for avpolWho I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i am pretty fond of post sdc (4taro) jotapol!My happily ever after for them: avdol doesn’t die and they both go back to polnareff’s home in france, they split their time between their home countries and sometimes jotaro comes over to their place for holidayswho is the big spoon/little spoon: polnareff is the little spoon and avdol makes him warm and comfywhat is their favorite non-sexual activity: polnareff’s favourite activity is cuddling. this boy just wants to be cuddled. indulge him.
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hey! just started a jjba writing sideblog and i need blogs to follow because my dash is really, tragically empty. if you post mainly jjba content (from any part)— even for stuff like ships, ask blogs, anything — it’d be great if you could like/rb this so i could check out your blog and follow you! (i follow from my main, @indoukaoru.)
as for me, i’m probably going to be posting a lot of writing in the upcoming days (and i also have my askbox open for reqs) — prob for a lot of rarepairs, because i dig those, but also for stuff like kirafumi, caejose, jotakak, and other Cool Trendy Ships B)
#jjba#jojolion#caejose#jotakak#vento aureo#honestly i have no clue what to tag this as so people see it
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*stretches hands* giomis, bruabba, jotakak, jonadio?
Ahhh thank you for this anon ❤️
GIOMIS:
vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
-I see Giomis as pretty much canon, but I'm not like super invested for some reason, maybe because I adore Giorno and I don't think Mista could really be a fulfilling relationship for him. But it's super duper cute and I just picture Giorno being mob boss with his boyfriend by his side :)
BRUABBA:
vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
-Do not get me started on this ship. I wouldn't hate it as much if it weren't crammed down my throat at every turn. The ship makes zero fucking sense. Abbacchio is nowhere near squad dad and if you think Bruno and Abbacchio are squad mom and dad, you don't understand the dynamics of the Vento Aureo characters at all. I'm fine with the aesthetic of it. It's nice. But it's a horrible ship that makes zero sense to me. Buccellati never shows any romantic interest in Abbacchio at all. Honestly, barely even a platonic interest, if you ask me. Ugh. Sorry y'all. It's like my least favorite ship ever I s2g.
JOTAKAK:
vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
-Not incredibly invested in this one either but I think it's a really cute ship!
JONADIO:
vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
-I'm putting a neutral on this one. I think it's a really messed up ship, but it makes sense to me, still, at least in a one-sided Dio is into Jonathan kind of way. I just could never see it in a cute or romantic way. It's just too like tragic and messed up idk Dio is...a villain, through and through. Honestly. But I'm still here for it idk.
Send me a ship!
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caesaranthoniozeppeli
me: can you listen to a song and not think about...
as somebody who headcanons Jotaro as gay please tell me abt the tragic homosexuality narrative
this is a really long ramble about a Weird Not Quite Au Mostly Me Reading Into Things Thing that ive wanted to get off my chest for about a month thank you
(its got jotahan and jotakak and ments of jona/speed, caejose n josuyasu and me being incredibly tired)
sso jotaro’s gay. in japan, in the late 80s-early 90s. i don’t know much about 80s-90s japan but i do know that japan is pretty homophobic even today and the 80s, well.
and like. in this weird narrative thing, all the jojos before him have had a not quite lover thing going on w another guy (jonathan is Straight but speeds pines for him, & theres never-acted-upon attraction/crushes between Joseph and Caesar which kinda half fucks up Joseph because imagine your crush dying on you before you confess)
and like through this narrative i pull a jotakak. and theyre a Thing. theyre not sure what exactly they are, since it’s something thats... very private and closed off to others, and theyre both probably bad at romance and on the aro spectrum and such. but it’s pretty good. its a Nice thing theyve got going on, they’d like to continue it after all this has been dealt w
and then kakyoin dies
and his death, the death of jotaro’s... lover of sorts, basically just fucks him up. it fucks him up pretty badly and hes bad at this feelings and talking thing and he’s kind of scared of talking about this really nice Thing he had going on w Kakyoin. so he just brushes everything under the rug in the best jotaro kujo fashion.
and then like,,, jotaro’s at university, studying his passion, and he meets this girl and he is Not Attracted to her. but shes not annoying. they end up being friends, then she confesses her attraction and he’s all. oh. okay. and he’s kind of half forcing himself half being dragged along by the “You Must Be Hetero”-ness (forgot the name apologies). and they end up married? and with a kid?
it’s all a very Genghis Khan official video affair (with nobody else but me-e-e~)
but the marriage is kinda shitty (and jotaro probably in the later years cheats on her with men), so they break it off, and the whole jolyne affair starts, which is ANOTHER problem caused by either him being gay or him pretending to not be gay (ymmv on this one)
and i’m not quite sure if it’s canon he’s divorced by diamond is unbreakable or i just picked that up from fanfiction but whatever
in diamond is unbreakable
oh boy
theres two big things changing here
1) josuke and okuyasu who in this narrative are possibly the gayest, happiest couple of fools in Jojo
2) world famous arospec gay, rohan kishibe
(because yeah, i like jotahan, i dont remember if you do too, but it’s there)
and you can kind of half guess how those two things change jotaro’s Not Good feelings about his gayness
(hint: josuyasu kicks him in the head with a YOU CAN BE HAPPY WHEN YOU’RE GAY
and rohan offers him a chance for an incredibly low stakes barely any romo (mostly fuckbuddies, tbh) relationship since he has NOT dealt w/ kakyoin’s death’s effects on him properly and thus any sort of relationship he’d have would be 99% a rebound
which is not healthy kids
and he settles down with his fuckbuddy-with-feelings rohan (well, as settled down as you can when you’re a jojo whose first syllable isn’t “jos”)
and shit happens
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