Makima for the character ask game?

I am being thrown my favorite enrichment toy, ty!!

favorite thing about them This is so fucking difficult but uhhhhhh I am going to pick that my favorite thing about her is how her apartment is sparsely decorated, devoid of any personal taste or aesthetic, except for a single painting we see in a single panel:

the symbolism. the everything. god. yes. YES.

least favorite thing about them

I think the specific terminology of her calling herself a "fan" of Chainsaw Man is hokey. I really wish they used some more fun terms in conjunction with that so we could get a better idea of the breadth of her faith and their relationship.

favorite line

"The sixth sense that every human used to have… the light of a certain star in the sky that drove children mad… the four other possibilities other than death that existed for a living being that reached the end of its lifespan… they have all disappeared and can no longer be remembered now. But I can still see the image of Chainsaw Man fighting those demons."

Very easy to pick, only had to scramble for a minute to pull up the page cause I have it saved everywhere. The coolest piece of writing in the whole of the manga and such a profound and haunting look into Makima's mind. She IS the haunted house she's trapped in!!

brOTP

I really really like whatever fucked up respect she has for Kishibe! I really like how she never truly lied or plotted against him, though she was obviously aware he was plotting against everything she built. I think she genuinely enjoyed having him around (while he was useful...)

OTP

In typical Tali fashion, the REAL OTP is my oc Ahashi and Makima dying hand in unlovable hand together. But I actually think folk who ship her with Quanxi are INCREDIBLY powerful chads and people who write Makima as a repressed lesbian especially with that ship? Chefs kiss. Not my headcanon but delectable.

nOTP

Thankfully I don't need to be unpopular here 'cause the answer is Makima/Denji in any form or fashion

random headcanon

Her coffee shop orders are incredibly high maintenance as she only wants very particular tea and coffee blends but she is a loyal and dedicated regular so she is treated a bit like royalty.

unpopular opinion

Makima is a multifaceted character with multiple motivations and goals she keeps juggling one atop another- her desire to control, her desire to indulge in sadism, her desire to forward the future, her desire to obtain the heart of Chainsaw Man- and all of them are subconsciously acting in service of her most long buried desire to find someone she can form a genuine bond with.

song i associate with them

I do have a playlist for her but I'll throw in a deep cut that isn't on there: I Felt Younger When We Met by Waterparks

I've never seen a face with your type of shine You moved in behind my eyes and built yourself a shrine But then you ran away And you left the picture frames Now I don't see my face the same

hey as I was writing this, I learned my animated Makima wallpaper fucking syncs with my SPOTIFY MUSIC and this bitch started flashing her eyes at me in the rhythm to the bass as I hit play on the song and I thought I was actually going to be killed

favorite picture of them

I'm gonna pick 3 that I think can qualify as my top picks but god this fandom is just overflowing with the most incredible depictions of Makima...

The first image by Blankk on Twitter, the second by Alysius here on Tumblr, and the third by tumblr user Nathan!

(makima drawn by a lesbian, makima drawn divine, and makima drawn like a horror movie monster. PERFECT)

oh and my favorite canon image? probably the double-whammy that was this page:

her in the ocean is so iconic, the dress, the head tilt, the smirk, followed by that GORGEOUS portrait of her getting shot, her expression, the way her hair moves, her fucking eyes, hrrrgdfhdfhd

dolly.

Kishibe simps come get y’all juice.

pairing: kishibe (chainsaw man) x reader

warnings: age gap (reader is a college student), mentions of alcohol/tobacco, a lil bit of fluff ig, sugar daddy/baby relationship, degradation,  vibrator, facefucking, overstim, dumbification, breeding, uhh there’s a lot lolll, also needless to say mdni

also this is the first fic I’ve published on this acc so I hope you guys enjoy!! I haven’t found a lot of him but this man is so fine istg haha

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That moment he first laid eyes on you that evening, clad in nothing but a shiny latex white bodysuit, some bunny ears standing tall on your head, and some fishnet stockings that complimented your translucent pleasers, he couldn't stop thinking about you. Countless other girls, dressed identically, passed by his table–serving him drink after drink or feeling up on him teasingly–but your face in the dimmed neon lights never left his mind. God, he wanted you so bad. The older man knew he could capture the attention of any girl he wanted (well, almost any girl) just by looking at them–and he was going to capture yours tonight, without a doubt.

He frequented this club either for a good fuck, a good drink, or both. Call him a pervert, but nothing brought him more joy than seeing scantily dressed girls frolic around him as the scent of alcohol reeked through the air.

"Hey, Doll," his gravelly voice greeted you as you finally passed by his table. He was sitting alone with an empty glass in his left hand, dressed oddly formally in a suit complete with a long black coat. He wasn't the first old guy you've encountered at this club–hell, most of them were straight up weirdos–but he was different. He was probably one of the few customers you'd seen that was actually...kind of attractive. He was a bit rough-looking, with an unkempt beard and tired, aged eyes. But he looked strong, too, both physically and mentally. His piercings on both ears shined in the lights above you, and an unusual stitched scar trailed across his left cheek to the corner of his mouth. You didn't know who he was, but you found yourself intrigued.

"Hello," you said slowly. "Would you like me to get you a refill on that drink?"

" 'S alright, Doll." He let out his hand to the seat in front of him. "Why don't you sit with me? Haven't seen you around here before."

"Do you come here often?" you replied, instantly cringing at such a cliché remark as you lowered yourself at the table.

"Only when I need to" was all he said.

"Well...yes. I am new."

" 'S your name, dear?" You answered, to which he replied with a "Wow, that's beautiful." You looked down bashfully, appreciative of the compliment. "So what's your...you know, day job?"

"I'm inclined to ask the same of you," you responded, eyeing the stitches that adorned his hallowed cheeks like embroidery.

He let out a hearty laugh. "You'll find out soon enough." He lowered his voice as he eyed you. "But if you're interested, it makes a nice amount of money and there's room to share."

You froze. Was he...proposing what you thought he was? You had only been here a few days, and you had already encountered a potential sugar daddy? As a college student, working at the mall just wasn't cutting it, so your friend jokingly suggested you apply here. You didn't think you'd get it because of your rather reserved demeanor, but you heard back from the club almost immediately with an offer.

"Um, I--"

"Aww, you're flustered, dear? That's alright, just thought I'd subtly offer you some assistance. You go to the university a few blocks away, don't you?"

You stared at him, flabbergasted. "How...?"

"What a smart girl. I love smart women, you know."

You said nothing as you felt your face get hot.

"So how's about it? Gonna be mine or not?"

"Well...."

"You won't have to work here anymore. I can tell you just dread it. Drunk old men yelling at you to come over, serve 'em another drink, give 'em favors...." He chuckled. "Of course, I guess you could say I'm another drunk old man asking for favors. I'll leave you be if you just tell me to go."

It was true; who knew how many shots of sake he had downed since he stepped into the building. But unlike the other patrons that entered this club, he appeared calm, collected, and fully cognizant of his surroundings. If it weren't for the scent of the drink stinging your nose, you would've believed he was completely sober. You didn't feel too uncomfortable by his words; if anything, you were simply shocked by his forwardness. If he truly was who he said he was, then what was there to lose?

"Who are you? And what do you do?" you eyed him again with a raised eyebrow.

"You can just call me Kishibe," he answered vaguely. Kishibe. You recited the name like a mantra in your head. It was a common surname, but on him it felt...mysterious. Alluring, even. "And for what I do....dear, let's just say you'll be protected with me around."

"Oh-kayy. Well, Kishibe," you said the name slowly, "perhaps I'll take up your offer."

"I knew you would," he said with a smirk. He rose from his seat, and you followed slowly, confused. "Alright, let's book outta here."

"Um...right now? But my shift isn't over until–"

"Fuck the shift. You're quitting, remember?"

"Oh...right, yeah."

You followed him through the sea of tables and girls as he grasped your hand tightly with unbelievable strength, and not simply for his age. The two of you eventually made it out through the French doors and into the dark parking lot. It was nearly one in the morning, and though it was midsummer, you were absolutely freezing in your skimpy bunny girl outfit. You wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself. Before you could look behind you, you felt cloth fall down on your shoulders kindly. You looked above you to see that the older–and much taller–man had removed his coat and was only wearing the flattering white button-up and tie.

“T-thank you, Mr. Kishibe,” you said softly.

He didn’t look at you, but coldly replied, “Just Kishibe.”

“R-right. Thank you, Kishibe.”

He led you to his car, a modest but still attractive red five-seater.

“Wanna start your new job now?” he asked, stopping in front of the car.

“What do you–“

Before you knew it, you felt his hand grasp firmly on your waist and his lips dive into your neck.

“Agh, Kishibe,” you uttered. His hands lowered to squeeze your rear, and you let out a small gasp.

“ ‘S the problem?” he asked as he lifted up his head.

“We should at least go to the car,” you huffed as he continued.

“Mmm, right,” he muttered. Still focused on your neck, he abruptly lifted you off the ground almost effortlessly with a single arm and walked to his car. You were absolutely shocked at how strong this man was. He opened the passenger seat with one of his hands and set you down as you looked up at him, dumbfounded. He then closed the door and walked to the other side, fastening himself in.

“Um, Ki–“ You opened your mouth to speak, but he pulled out a small object from his left pocket. He flipped the switch and you heard a subtle whirring sound from his hand.

He laughed. “Mmm, Doll, this is gonna be so fun.” His hands traveled gingerly onto your thighs, and you looked up at him and sighed. He gave each one a squeeze and smiled, muttering a “fuck” to himself. You remained silent as he used his strong hands to part your legs, then ripped with ease through your stockings and leotard. He chuckled as he looked up at you. “No panties? Naughty girl.” He took his fingers and messed around with your clit a bit.

“K-Kishibe,” you muttered, trying to resist his firm touch to the best of your ability.

“You’re just making it easier for me,” he laughed, shoving the active vibrator in without warning.

“Gah! Kishibe....”

“You’re not gonna cum, right, Doll? You’re gonna be a good girl on the ride home, right?” he asked, both hands now on the steering wheel.

“Mmmngh....”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, then, let’s get going.”

With that, the two of you headed off. You were honestly an embarrassing sight next to him: a writhing, moaning mess. The drunkard kept his eyes on the road, not saying anything but often smirking to himself as your curses grew louder. At stoplights he would pull out his remote and watch as you adjusted to the abrupt increase in intensity of the vibrations. Other than that, he acted almost as if you weren’t there, or so it appeared to you.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you arrived at his condominium complex. He stopped in the parking lot, watching you still calling his name and squirming in the seat next to him.

“So, how’d you do?” You knew he was going to be pissed once he removed the device. He quickly removed the vibrator, to which he was welcomed with a flood of your clear fluids. You let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m s-sorry, Kishibe,” you begged. “I really tried not to cum, honest.”

“Bullshit.” He grabbed you by the shoulder and waist and flipped you over in one swoop. Then, lifting his hand, he smacked your soaked slit. You yelped in reply, still apologizing.

“Gah! I’m...h-hah...sorry!”

He ignored you and smacked you again in the same spot, smiling at your reaction. Then he did it again. And again. Then again, until your labia stung the impact.

“You couldn’t even wait till we got home, huh?”

“I–“

“Suck my cock.”

You were shocked once again at the bluntness of his orders, and tried to form some sort of sentence.

“Don’t just sit there. For a smart girl you shouldn’t be this confused.”

“I-I’m...sorry.” You lowered your head towards the seat next to you, grabbing the zipper of his slacks and pulling it down. The tent in his pants poked through his underwear, and you instinctively bit your bottom lip as you eyed it. You used your hand to caress his bulge teasingly, and he let out a low huff in response. You continued to react to the positive reinforcement, before his hand swooped down and slapped your cheek.

“I said to suck it, bitch. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Your face still burned, but you did as told and rolled his underwear down. His cock sprung before you, hitting your cheek. You moved your head back to get a good look at it. Needless to say, he was fucking hung–and once again, not just for his age. The shaft extended far above him, curved at a slight angle with veins protruding across like vines on a sturdy tree stump. Precum dripped at the tip, tinted a dark mauve, and you licked your lips again at the sight.

You dove in, firmly cupping your hands around the base to give his appendage a gentle massage. Then you planted a soft kiss on the head–to which he grinned–before opening your mouth and moving up and down his length. He let out small sighs, praising you for being a "good little cockwhore", and demanding you to "take more" of him. His words encouraged you to work more diligently to please him, and he was absolutely relishing in your efforts.

Then, without warning, you heard a grunt above you as he rammed his cock into the back of your throat. You reflexively gagged in surprise, to which Kishibe simply chuckled in reply.

“Aww, too big for my little Doll? Too bad.”

He grabbed your hair with his fist with those rough hands, yanking your face to make eye contact with him. “Look at me,” he whispered.

Flustered, you tried to obey him as he began to fuck your face mercilessly. You found yourself flinching every time his balls slapped your face with each movement. As he hastened himself, he found it more difficult to suppress his own voice, and you heard the man blissfully groan above you.

"Such a–fuck–pretty little mouth," he huffed. "You're gonna–huhh–gonna taste me real soon, Doll, okay?" You nodded in response, moving with him as he continued to propel into your face even more violently. He pushed, and shoved, and squeezed himself into your needy mouth, and he grinned at your embarrassing gagging sounds below him.

He released himself with a hefty grunt. You looked up at him, mouth full of his cum and eyes full of your tears, as he looked back down at you with the most devious smile on his face. “Mmm, don’t swallow it yet, Doll.”

He hoisted you again with one arm and pulled your naked body onto his lap in the driver's seat. Your chest rested on the steering wheel as you turned around to see the older man unbutton his shirt and throw it towards the backseat. Then, he forcibly pulled you back up until the back of your head sat on his shoulder.

“Mmm, my cute little Dolly’s gonna feel so good on my cock,” he growled, fingers trailing softly across your body. You gasped as he made his way towards your most sensitive parts between your legs. You could feel his breath, hinted with notes of sake and tobacco, tickling your ear as he whispered, “Spread these cute little thighs for Daddy, now.”

You did as told, feeling your hole stretch in response to his length squishing itself inside you. God, it was huge. You huffed as you arched your back onto his cool chest. He had his firm hands grasped on each of your hips, guiding you as you bounced up and down. Meanwhile, he was pushing himself further into your cervix, letting out bass-filled growls above you.

“Hhh, attagirl....You can swallow now....Go a little faster, will ya? Show me how bad you want this cock.”

“Mmngh, y—hah!—yes, sir,” you yelped in response, gulping as you savored his seed traveling down your esophagus. You picked up the pace, tightening your walls around him, rotating your hips as your tits bounced even more erratically.

You heard him laugh as one of his hands found its way to your chest, fingers toying playfully around one of your nipples. Then he lifted his other hand, squeezing it tightly around your neck. Your strained moans struggled to escape you as you tried to keep pace with his deep thrusts.

“That didn’t mean slow down,” he hissed. “I’m not choking you as hard as I can, Doll.”

“ ‘m sorry, sir,” you whined, moving faster.

You continued to ride him as you felt the buildup warm up inside you. You felt that same sensation develop: the same sensation from earlier when he had teased you with his toy, on the verge of cumming again.

“K-Kishibe...” you croaked.

“What—agh—what is it?”

“I’m gonna....I can’t h-hold it,” you told him, still limited by his firm grasp around your vocal chords. “Please l-let me cum, I’m b-begging.”

He just let out another hearty laugh, ignoring your cries while he fucked you even harder.

“P-please, sir....”

And then it happened. Your legs shook around him as your slick poured down his cock and tears rolled down your guilty eyes.

“I’m s-sorry!” you yelled, expecting him to chastise you for disobeying his demands. But he said nothing. Hell, he just pushed himself inside even faster, thrusting with that same focused determination. You cried even more, begging him to slow down, to stop, but the words wouldn’t reach you. You felt yourself growing brain dead, craving nothing but for his giant cock to bury itself deeper within you.

“Y’like that, Dolly? Like me fucking you like this, even though you want me to slow down?” You let out complete gibberish in response. “Or maybe you like it rough? At this rate, I could get you pregnant and you wouldn’t object, couldn’t I?”

“Nmggfsh,” you answered, trembling at his forceful movements.

“Gonna use your words? Or are you just gonna be a dumb slut?”

Your voice cracked and your brain clouded. You could understand him just fine, but you just couldn’t find the words to respond. You continued to let out unintelligible vocalizations as he fucked your hole with more intensity, with more vigor, with more abstractness, more–

"Gah!" The two of you screamed in unison as you felt his warm fluid splash inside your womb and down your thighs. You fell back into his arms as he cradled you against the seat. His sunken eyes looked down at you affectionately.

“You did so good, Dolly,” he said kindly.

Regathering your thoughts and catching your breath, you found the words to tell him, “Thank you, Kishibe.”

He rubbed your cheek with the back of his hand, and you felt his chest rumble as he let out an amiable chuckle.

“Gonna be mine now? Promise to treat you real nice, baby.”

“Mm-hmm,” you cooed.

“We can stay here for awhile, then you can come into my place to stay the night. We can head to your dorm to get your stuff in the morning.”

“That sounds great,” you replied sincerely.

Still warming his cock inside you, the two of you remained in Kishibe's car, closing your eyes to take in the ambient sounds of planes and passing vehicles outside. You weren't fully sure of what you had gotten yourself into, but if it felt like this...well, you guessed that you'd made the right decision.

Tuesday, 29th December

Greek Mythology!Duwang Gang AU: Headcanons

TW // sliiight nsfw-ish or non-con hints in dionysus' part. come on it's dionysus.

Today I offer you these babies. Tomorrow who knows. Hope you enjoy, I had fun with writing these.♡

Greek Mythology AU: Duwang Gang Headcanons. [includes: Higashikata Josuke, Nijimura Okuyasu, Kujo Jotaro, Hirose Koichi, Yamagishi Yukako, Kishibe Rohan]

WORD COUNT: 2k

HIGASHIKATA JOSUKE as APOLLO

Seen as the most beautiful god, Apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. One of the most important and complex of the Greek gods, he is the son of Zeus (Joseph) and brother of Artemis (Holly). As the protector of young, Apollo is concerned with the health and education of children.

He's seen every early morning, on his chariot, to bring the sunlight up in the sky, all over the Olympus. Josuke's the dream of many nymphs, who look at him from afar, singing songs for the god with their sweet voices, a sound so sweet, a sound so celestial... which is covered up by Apollo's voice fucking around the Olympus with young Dionysus (Okuyasu), pulling pranks on Poseidon (Jotaro) or getting drunk.

You're the most envied creature out of everyone in the Olympus, because Josuke only has eyes for you. Envious nymphs stare at you, and comment on you, trying to convince themselves that they're way better than you are.

"Don't listen to their envy and their insults, they don't know how to cope with the fact that I have clear preferences..." he'd say, caressing your cheek and neck. "This is what poisons relationships and romances... envy... jealousy... but we don't have these useless problems, do we, love...?"

His relationship with other gods on the Olympus is usually fine, but it's not like he cares about hiding his feelings. Almost everyone who knows Josuke, will get to know after not even a week that the god is crushing on you, and that he wants to marry you. You sure hope he's not gonna behave the same way he did to Daphne...

It seems that he has healing powers, and if you happen to not to be a deity, he'll gladly use them on you, Josuke wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to you.

NIJIMURA OKUYASU as DIONYSUS

Surely not known for his capability to reasonate, Dionysus was the ancient god of wine, fertility, ritual madness, theater, and ecstasy. The god is shown to be a beardless, sensuous, naked or semi-naked youth. Though Dionysus was mostly a kind and generous deity, he could be cruel when he needed it. For some reason, Aphrodite (Yukako) doesn't want to get close to him. She looks scared.

He doesn't do much, during the day. Let's say his favourite thing are feasts. Not really chaste ones, to be completely true. Okuyasu's mind is almost totally hedonistic, and won't feel guilty just because he spent a day watching dancing maenads and had fun teasing them with his Thyrsus instead of caring about whatever mortal dude needed him on Earth. Most of the time he's drunk, but Josuke has his back for some reason.

Many say they don't envy you for being the god's favourite creature, but you don't really care. You enjoy lying down with Okuyasu, caught in a ecstatic feeling as he turns you on with his touch and teaseful words whispered at you.

"Tell me, is it embarrassing for you to be the only one to lie beside me during feasts?" He'd run his lustful gaze and hand all over your body as he asks so, and smirk a little. "No? It isn't...? Sounds like you really like it instead, to be completely honest. Good... really good, in fact. Kiss me now."

He doesn't really have a brilliant relationship with other deities, apart from Apollo. He sometimes sees Echo (Koichi), but not much more. Still, everyone knows it when he has someone he's interested in. The man becomes possessive, Okuyasu will make sure everyone knows you're his. He might give a demonstration during feasts.

He likes to feed you grapes, and in case you liked wine, Okuyasu would want to hold the glass for you as you drink. He likes to do this for you, and you don't mind letting him.

KUJO JOTARO as POSEIDON

Poseidon is the violent and ill-tempered god of the sea. He is nowadays known exclusively as a sea god, but in ancient times, he may have been the god of the earth and fertility or even the supreme god of the sky. His huge height and strength come from his Titan parents, Cronus and Rhea. What he can't acquire with romance and gentleness, he does with violence and craftiness.

He sometimes uses the sea as a coping mechanism for his tiring life. Jotaro doesn't find his ocean so bad to be in, he concentrates and spends his time doing stuff gods... do? What does he really do, is not clear? Apollo and Dionysus tried to stick their heads into the water to spy on him several times, without any result. It's not like he's so happy when mortals need his help, but he can't pull back from his duty.

Poseidon probably noticed you because you weren't bugging him for pointless stuff. He likes pleasures too, like most of the deities do really, he just needs to find the right creature for him. Jotaro doesn't enjoy partners who talk too much.

"Don't worry about being a bother for me. You're the first one who isn't truly bothering me, I take it as a goal by now." he'd say, after he closed you in a bubble in order to bring you under the sea with him. "I never dare to show my realm to people who I judge as annoying, remember that."

It's not like he doesn't have a good relationship with other deities, he basically doesn't really care. He'll just be happy with being under the ocean whenever he feels Josuke and Okuyasu approaching, or not to be there during Apollo and Calliope (Rohan) debates. Give him some deserved peace and an ocean and he'll be grateful forever.

If Jotaro lets you in his private place which is the ocean, consider yourself special for him, for he hates having people there, above all people who are there for him purposely.

HIROSE KOICHI as ECHO

Echo is a mountain nymph, or oread. The myth says that Echo offended the goddess Hera by keeping her in conversation, in order to prevent her from spying on one of Zeus' lovers. To punish him, Hera deprived him of speech, except for the ability to repeat the last words of another. Because of this, his good heart is often misunderstood, but he managed to be appreciated nonetheless.

Koichi would rather have no conversations, for he's not able to say nothing more than the last words his interlocutor said. But he's down to make people understand what he wants to say, by writing it down or through gestures. Apollo approached him once, and brought Dionysus along. He doesn't know how to feel about hanging with gods, but since his issue isn't a problem to them, he'll keep them around. Until they misbehave...

When he gets to know you and notices you aren't willing to exclude him for he doesn't talk properly, his heart melts. Echo wants to spend most of his time with you now, since you make him feel comfortable about the problem Hera caused him.

"I love you, I love you, love you, love you, you, you..." he'd repeat, after you told him that. When he wants to say something like this, you say it for him, so that he can repeat it and say it as well. "You're important to me... important to me... important to me... to me... to me... me..."

Look, he's trying his best, really. Deities aren't known for their inclusive ways, and when he asked you if it was because of his past, you quickly said it wasn't. Nobody cared about it there. Deities were like that with every nymph. Echo had a chance to build up a good relationship with Calliope (Rohan). The muse taught him a lot.

He has fun bringing you to places where your voice echoes, to make you judge who does it better between him and the nature. Needless to say, Koichi always wins.

YAMAGISHI YUKAKO as APHRODITE

Aphrodite was known primarily as a goddess of sexual love, beauty, fertility and even occasionally presided over marriage. Even prostitutes considered Aphrodite their patron. She's had many mortal lovers, and none of them should have ever dared to make her upset. She won't be down for forgiveness, she's really never been. Still, Aphrodite found herself often in trouble due to her personality.

Differently from many other deities, Yukako's real fun consisted in watching humans' love stories bloom and wither. Sometimes she was the reason, sometimes she wasn't. Mortals were so easy to play with. It was when she thought that playing gods was just as simple, that she got caught into a trap. Since that mistake, she decided she would have been amused enough to be happy by mortals' love stories.

Oh, Aphrodite's so used to creatures - above all gods - who tried to stick around her for her body only, so that when you give an appreciation for her intelligence, she'll remember it and love you forever. It's like you signed up a free trial to be loved.

"You know, it's difficult to make me feel love so strong I don't even think about the lustful part... but apparently you managed to do so..." she'd say, sitting in the calm forest as she hands you a flower. "It's good to know someone doesn't love you for your body only but for yourself as well."

Yukako's relationship with other deities and creatures is just... ambiguous? She may never judge what's behind everyone's gaze. Hatred? Love? Lust? Who knows. All she knows, is that the only sight of Dionysus makes the ground under her feet disappear in fear. Compared to him, she'll just be fine in everyone else's company.

Everything she does, it's for the good. If it happens to harm you, Yukako definitely didn't mean it. It'll be enough to tell her, and believe me, it won't happen again.

KISHIBE ROHAN as CALLIOPE

In Greek mythology Calliope is the muse who presides over eloquence and epic poetry. He's called the "Chief of all Muses". He's down to help every literate artist who needs him, gives inspiration and guides the mortals' talented hands, as far as they deserve his power. Calliope's used to be mentioned, and might happen to get upset if not. Even if he's only halfway a deity, he's known for his confidence.

The most famous out of the Muses, Rohan won't forgive anyone who's never heard about him before. He can be seen around Echo a lot lately, since he found the nymph's story interesting and won't hold back from inspiring a mortal with writing about what happened to Koichi. He's used to collect creatures' stories, in order to be written by someone who's talented enough to talk about them properly.

He probably got interested in your story first. Then, for some reason he grew possessive of it. Calliope won't let a mortal put their filthy hands on a story so pure. Let the Muse be the only one who can properly love you.

"This story of yours is so beautiful, I can never have enough... and it's mine only, is it, y/n? Is it?" he'd ask him forever until you answer yes, he'll find no peace at all. "Let me get inspiration from you. Let me be the only one who can properly appreciate your life... just like you deserve."

His relationship with other creatures and deities is... rather good? Rohan's used to have debates and discussions with Josuke, and most of the time they just disagree. Though, many envy his capability of being so creative and smart, mortal writers ask for his help several times. Aphrodite and him sometimes fight over Echo.

He'd write lots of poetries in order to edulcorate your feelings towards him and make you forgive him for his excessive possessiveness. Rohan often succeeds.

How The Great Kishibe Rohan Would Act During No Nut November

(n)sfw

Cw: Dubcon, Being drawn without permission, Inappropriate use of stands, Slight conditioning

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- He's suspicious of your intentions when you bring up the challenge to him. There's no challenge Kishibe Rohan can't overcome, so he accepts.

- The first two weeks go surprisingly well. You don't get much time for intimacy in general with how busy the two of you are, this seems to be going no differently.

- One day, while the two of you quietly work on your own projects in the same room, he exclaims he's bored.

- At first this perplexes you; Rohan always finds something to do. When he elaborates that he's bored with the challenge, you offer to stop.

- He quickly dismisses you. "We'll just have to find a way to make it interesting." He says, then returns to his work.

- You think on his words, and plan something for the next day.

- You sneak into his studio while he's busy sketching. If he notices you tiptoeing to the front of his desk, he doesn't mention it.

- Crawling on all fours, you manage to sneak your way under his desk, and between his legs. You elicit no response from him until he's completely grown hard in your mouth.

- He sighs and leans back in his chair to watch you tease him with your lips and tongue, an uninterested expression on his face.

- He lifts your chin with the end of his fountain pen, causing eye contact.

- "And this is your response to making things interesting? This won't do."

- With his hand on the back of your head, he forces his cock down to your throat, and tells you to stay there until he's finished working. It should only be a minute or so.

- Once the longest minute of your life ended, he put himself away as best he could, and pulls you to your feet. By your shirt collar, he all but drags you down to the living room

- You hear him call his stand, then black out.

- Only out for a few moments, you wake up on the couch, Rohan nowhere in sight. There's a distracting throbbing between your legs keeping you from piecing together what happened

- Oh no. Oh god. You don't know what's causing this, but you feel like you're about to cum.

- You double over and whine, desperate to try to keep you wits about you.

- Rohan's voice, from somewhere behind you asks if you're feeling the effects. You demand to know what he wrote in you.

- "Nothing terrible, just that you'll be on the brink of orgasm for an hour, and can't cum even after that." He sits on a chair across from you with a large sketchpad in his hands. He opens it. "Show me something I haven't seen before."

- The hour is hell. You're writhing, hips grinding on whatever friction they can find. All the movement and blood flow makes you shed your clothes.

- All inhibitions out the window, you begin touching yourself, so desperate for release. Rohan taunts that it won't help.

- You want to scold him, beat him with whatever you can find, call him names. But all you can muster is pleading. Begging for him to stop drawing, whining for release. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

- Rohan responds to none of it. His lust-filled gaze darts between his page and your exposed, vulnerable body. Occasionally he traps the end of his pen between his teeth as he watches you.

- Sixty minutes ends with you absolutely spent, sprawled over the piece of furniture.

- He closes the sketchpad, then gets up to cover you with a plush blanket. An unmistakable erection tightens his pants.

- "We'll continue this tomorrow."

- What?

- This does indeed continue for days.

- Rohan begins to take charge of your little wanton modeling sessions, ordering you in different positions, dresses you in collars, gags and ropes, even stuffs you with different toys.

- On the final day after your session, he tells you he wants to you model again on the 1st.

- You figure the challenge is over, if you needed to, you could get off yourself some time before bed. You only wished Rohan showed more of a sexual interest in all this. He's been keeping himself collected, and it felt unfair.

- On the day of your release, Rohan doesn't write your curse in you as you sit on the couch at your routine time. Yet you still fidget with arousal. You wonder if this is the effects of being edged for fifteen days?

- He sits in front of you like normal, no sketchpad in hand.

- You ask him if he's going to draw. Rohan sighs and rests his face in his hand.

- "I'll paint pictures of you in my memory. I asked you to model for me; this is only for me. Well.. getting off is for the both of us, I suppose." He nods to the duffel bag of toys next to you.

- With his permission, you attack the bag to rummage through it, finding your favorites. He watches the show you put on with the same gaze he did while drawing you.

- Once he couldn't handle it anymore, he saunters over to you to replace the toy inside you with himself.

- Rohan growls confessions of how much he's been holding off, how instead he wanted to use his stand to force you to cum for an hour straight. How he had to find some other use for his hands, lest he masturbate and lose. All while fucking you into the couch.

- The two of you take your turns manipulating each other's bodies into ecstasy well into the night. The last thing you remember is hearing give a smug chuckle when you called him an asshole, before resigning to sleep.

- The next time you go into his studio, there's a large, framed portrait of you. Though you're pictured unclothed, he draped fabric over the erotic parts of you. You found it beautiful and endearing.

- "if you're wondering why you're not naked, only I get to see you like that."

Part Four Headcanons!!

@tyriantyrant​ Father...I’m so sorry this took so long...but it is finally here. The moment has come. 

@jjadegreen​ is and always will be my headcanon buddy and she really took the reins on this one because my stupid mushy brain could barely think of ANYTHING. Go check her out. She makes good shit. If you like headcanons you’ll love her. 

Without further ado, join us on this long-awaited half-crack half-serious journey once more:

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Okuyasu

-He swallowed a spoon. Like...one of those tiny collector spoons...

-Don’t ask me how Okuyasu managed to do this, but he did.

-He was sitting in his room trying to think of something cool he could do in front of Josuke and he was like 

”Bro what if I did some kickass spoon trick” (Yes, he did find a little collector’s spoon at an antique shop and bought it cause it was shiny)

-It did not go well

-He choked on it for like a solid 2 minutes before he FUCKING SWALLOWED IT and sat there for 15 minutes like “oh shit oh fuck-”

-His dad was just watching from the corner like ;-;

-At first he’s like “ahh it’ll be fine, right?”

-”Right?”

-Then he starts thinking about it a bit more and realizes how fucked he probably is

-He COULD call Josuke but he really doesn’t want to explain to him that he not only swallowed a tiny fucking spoon but he also did it while simultaneously trying to think of something cool to do in front of him

-So he doesn’t call Josuke

-Instead he paces around, trying to think of some solution:

Can I throw it back up or something?

Should I like...drink that stuff that makes metal dissolve? That’ll work, right? Shit wait-

Maybe it’ll just turn out okay?

-His chest is on FIRE and he’s absolutely convinced that this is the end for him

-He calls Josuke

-There are tears...many tears

-Our boy Josuke rushes over and starts freaking out because all he knows is “Oku’s hurt” and when he bursts through the door Okuyasu’s just sitting on the couch crying and Josuke’s just “???”

-He’s the most supportive bro tho and sits down on the couch and is like “oh shit bro did you need emotional healing instead? I gotchu either way” :’)

-He reaches over to hug him and Oku jumps back in a panic and screams “NO DUDE DON’T JOSTLE THE SPOON”

”...”

“..the spoon?”

-He tearily explains the spoon

-It ends with Josuke punching the spoon out of him with Crazy Diamond but he found the entire situation so fucking funny because Oku is so fucking mortified

-he swore not to tell a soul and keeps to his word but he buys Oku a tiny spoon every goddamn chance he gets

Rohan

-Most of the time, Rohan does not embarrass himself

-But sometimes our man slips up a bit and most of the time people don’t notice the dumb shit he does cause he’s always doing dumb shit

-But this is different

-Picture an almost empty house...instant ramen wrappers everywhere...alcohol has been consumed…things have been done...

-Rohan thought this was the best time to answer some of his fan’s FAQ’s (he puts them at the end of every new issue)

-He answers most of them fine but once he comes to the “how tall are you?” question his mushy stupid brain decides to put “about ten inches.” (GOD I'M BEGGING YOU IF YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS REFERENCE OPEN GOOGLE AND LOOK UP “how tall is Rohan Kishibe?” PLEASE PLEASE I BEG)

-Just for fun

-Because his editor will just fix it, won’t they? Even if he wakes up the next morning and forgets about it, it could never get past the other stages of publishing, right?

-Wrong.

-It manages to slip past every single stage and before he knows it, the latest issue is out and it says he’s almost a foot tall

-He’s reading the one of the newly published copies at breakfast and SPITS OUT HIS FUCKING LUKEWARM SHITTY TEA

-He calls his publisher and just like “uhhh...hey...what the actual fuck guys?” and apparently NONE Of THEM NOTICED??

-They swipe them off the shelves and re-edit them but by now its far too late

-Josuke and Okuyasu have already made jokes about squishing him

-He gets fanart of him being the size of a pencil (which he’s convinced are also done by Josuke and Okuyasu)

-The banned issue where Rohan discloses his supposed “true height” is a novelty collectors item in the manga community now

-This is Rohan’s legacy now. This is how he will be remembered

Josuke

-He wanted to be super edgy when he was around 14

-And what better way to be an edgy 14 year old than with cigarettes??

-The problem is that he’s a literal fucking dumbass and doesn’t know how they work

-Like at all

-He somehow gets his hands on a pack and tries to do it in front of his friends to impress them

-He doesn’t light it. He just...sucks on it??

-He sucks really hard on the unlit cigarette while all of his friends watch and there’s this really long silence and all of them are thinking “yeah is this actually how it works though?”

-Josuke’s like “waitwaitwait I can make smoke come out of it watch” and sucks way too hard on it and IT GETS LODGED IN HIS FUCKING WINDPIPE

-He starts choking because he really really, doesn’t wanna swallow this thing and all of his friends are like “OH SHIT SHIT”

-There’s always that one homie who knows the Heimlich maneuver and on that day, the Heimlich is maneuvered.

-He coughs up a wet cigarette covered in nasty throat juices and his mouth tastes like shit

-He’s still totally shocked about what just happened and just kinda starts laughing but everyone can tell that its forced

-Everyone forgets about it and he’s too embarrassed to tell a soul but the Heimlich kid and him make eye contact in the hallways sometimes and he’s always reminded of that fateful day

-This is the soul reason why Josuke never smoked in high school and probably never will again

Koichi

-This might seem off topic to start but please just bear with me.

-why, for any reason, does Koichi know who joseph is??? Joseph is an American Real Estate agent. Why would a 15 year old Japanese kid be like “oh yeah that famous real estate agent Joseph Joestar”???

-well I present to you the most top tier headcanon: Koichi is a real estate fanboy.

-he planned to be a real estate agent before getting wrapped up into stand shenanigans

-But, being 15 and having REAL ESTATE as one of your biggest interests is not something you really want people knowing, especially considering the fact Koichi is a huge nerdy real estate fanboy for Josuke’s DAD.

-He buys these real estate magazines made for 45 year old men like once a week. They are what he looks forward to every week.

-one time Josuke and Oku come visit and see a magazine on Koichi's bed.

-He totally panics and dives for the magazine and tries to hide it, acting all nervous.

-Josuke and Oku immediately assume it’s a… y’know, NSFW, not for kids magazine.

-Because why would koichi need to be embarrassed about any other kind of magazine?

-So antics ensue of Josuke and Oku pestering koichi about the magazine, teasing him and begging to know what he was hiding

-after a few days, Koichi begrudgingly admits that the magazine is the “SPECIAL JOSEPH JOESTAR INTERVIEW ISSUE” which he bought 3 years ago and has reread countless times.

-Okuyasu laughs really hard and Josuke is like “...you mean my dad.....” and koichi wants to DIE

-They buy him real estate merchandise for his 16th birthday and EVERYONE thinks it’s some kind of joke gift but koichi is internally grateful

Jotaro

-Jotaro is not very good during social situations. That is very obvious.

-but when he hears that Koichi got a girlfriend, he decides he wants to be a cool…uncle? Nephew? Father figure? Mentor?

-so one day, Koichi and Jotaro are chatting while they go on a walk and Yukako walks by

-Koichi blushes and waves at her, she waves too

-Jotaro thinks, ‘alright. Time to show koichi I’m a cool guy’

-as Yukako walks away, Jotaro nudges koichi and sorta smirks

-Jotaro forget a few very important things about himself and Koichi:

-first of all, Koichi is so short, attempting to nudge the kid ended in Jotaro violently jabbing his elbow into Koichi’s skull

-Jotaro is much stronger than he thinks and Koichi, while he can take a hit, is very much weaker than Jotaro

-so an attempt at a simple nudge ends in Koichi being jabbed in the skull, flung into the road by the force of the hit, and hitting his head, hard, on the cement.

-needless to say Jotaro called and ambulance and Yukako tried to literally murder Jotaro

-He ended up with a mild concussion, but no long term damage.

-Jotaro is Not Good At Words so he apologizes in weird awkward ways like buying koichi stuff, quietly handing him 5,000 yen at random times, taking him out on the town, etc...

-Koichi keeps insisting it was an accident and he’s alright, but Jotaro feels AWFUL

-He NEVER lives that moment down in his mind

-It’ll be 2008 and Jotaro is visiting and he’ll just look the newly married koichi in his tiny eyes and say “hmhghggggg is your head ok”

-and koichi is like “IT WAS 9 YEARS AGO MR JOTARO PLEASE”

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That was a wild ride I’m so sorry

Did ya’ll have a favourite? I gotta say, real estate Koichi is just...Jade, thank you for that...

Have you seen our embarrassing part 5 headcanons yet? If not, go check that out!

Josuke The Unwilling Wingman

This is the beginning of a cursed Jotahan fic. It’s mostly just chaos and Josuke thinking it’s really weird that the mangaka is obsessed with his nephew, and that it could be reciprocated. AKA Josuke’s meddling in a relationship he wished didn't exist and is taking up too much of his time. 

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“Josuke.” Jotaro opened the door to his hotel room for the younger boy with a sweeping gesture. Josuke scurried inside, it was 7pm on a Wednesday, and he was having a hard time thinking this hasty call was Kira related. 

He stood awkwardly in the entrance as Jotaro hung up his coat and gestured for him to sit down. This was so weird, usually Jotaro was straight to the point. ‘This is what we know. Goodbye.’ ‘This is what you need to do. Goodbye.’ This was also the first time Josuke had been invited over his hotel room, so something must be up. 

“Uh Jotaro… Is everything alright?” Josuke rubbed the back of his neck, this was so fucking awkward. Where was Koichi to break the tension when he needed him… 

Jotaro’s eyes never left his, “What do you know about Rohan Kishibe.” Coming from anyone else it would have been a question, but from Jotaro it was a command to tell him everything he knew about the mangaka. 

Josuke paused for a second, allowing his heart to slow. Jotaro was probably just worried about Rohan helping with the Kira case, this should be easy enough to explain. While Josuke felt something like nausea every time he saw the man, he didn't exactly hate him, and he didn't think he was totally unuseful in their search. He just needed to phrase that in a slightly more positive way.

“Uh he’s definitely a weird guy. He spends all of his time working on his manga, but for some reason he’s going out of his way to search for Kira with us so maybe he has a heart?” Josuke paused rethinking his statement, “Actually that’s kind of a stretch, but he’s been almost okay after I bur-” Josuke quickly caught himself, no way he could tell Jotaro about that day, “after I rescued Koichi from him.” 

“Hm.” Was Jotaro’s only response. His face was emotionless as always. 

“I mean you’ve met the guy, why’re you asking?” Josuke shrugged his shoulders, still trying to figure out the reason he was called here. 

Jotaro tugged down his hat over his eyes, “He asked me out on Saturday.” 

Josuke could’ve sworn he felt his stomach launch itself up his throat so fast he couldnt breath. He quickly swallowed it down, he had to have misinterpreted that.

“Like” Josuke had to pause to keep from gagging, “Like on a date?” God that was painful to say. 

“Yes.” 

“OH NO!” Josuke flung himself out of the chair and started to pace, this shit could not be happening. 

“Y-you can’t do that! That man’s a creep! He’s always alone, he hates being around people and have you seen the way he dresses? What is with that weird little headband too?!” Josuke’s heart was pounding and he was sure he was going to throw up any second if he didn't pass out first. In short Josuke was flipping shit.

Jotaro’s eyes narrowed slightly. Josuke replayed what he said in his head. Always alone. Hates people. Odd outfits. Weird attachment to a head piece… Fuck that sounded just like Jotaro. Josuke visabally flinched at the thought. No no no no way those two could get together, it would just be too fucking weird. But now he had to backpedal. And make Jotaro see reason.  

 “He tried to brainwash Koichi!” 

“Two of my best friends tried to kill me when we first met.” What the hell? 

“He’s a total egomaniac! He literally NEVER stops talking about himself in the third person as ‘The Great Rohan Kishibe’” That had no effect on Jotaro, he had to try harder. 

“I saw him lick a spider for fun!” That had to do something right? 

“Kakyoin used to lick beetles.” Was Jotary really looking off in the distance wistfully? What the fuck? Did Jotaro just attract weirdos or, oh god Josuke didn't even want to think it, or was that just his type… 

First off Josuke had never pegged Jotaro as the sort of person to have feelings, let alone romantic ones, and certainly not for weird little green men. He was so aggressively stunned that he must have blacked out because before he knew it his coat was back on and he was standing in the hall of the hotel dumbfoundedly staring at Jotaro’s door. 

Tsujigiri

Ghost of Tsushima | Ryuzo | one shot

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Author’s notes can be found on AO3!!

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“Tell me about our quarry again.” Tadashi Matsuda says to the ronin riding to his left, slowing his horse to a walk and signaling his men to do the same.

“Getting forgetful in your old age?” Tomotsugu chuckles, reaching out to punch the Straw Hat leader’s arm. Tadashi chuckles and returns the hit, then looks back at the young ronin to his right.

“Ryuzo, would you be so kind as to remind me of our quarry?” He asks. Ryuzo grins.

“A bandit by the name of Tatsuo. Last seen to the north of Sago Mill. Has a bow and sword and is reasonably skilled with both. He leads a band of highwaymen known for butchering merchants when they try to fight back. He sometimes lets them go if they cooperate.” He answers, shifting in his saddle. “Our employers want him alive, but if that’s not possible, they will be happy enough with his head. His band is fair game.

“So who wishes to try him first?” Tadashi asks, twisting in his saddle to smirk at the retinue that follows closely behind him.

“I’d like a shot at him.” Kanetomo crows, a vicious glint in his eyes.

“They want him alive, not cut to ribbons.” Shinzo huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Ryuzo just said the bastard's head was acceptable.” Kanetomo retorts.

“Yeah, if we can’t take him alive.” Ryuzo says, laughing at the other man’s sour expression. “Restraint is not exactly a strength of yours.”

“Oh, what do you know?” Kanetomo snaps. Tadashi laughs.

“All right, that’s enough.” He says lightly. “It might be an all hands sort of job anyway, depending on how many crows circle him.

They continue along the road, chatting and laughing and enjoying the unusually warm day, and Ryuzo tilts his head back and closes his eyes, all but basking in the sunlight. Hiro and Shinzo snicker at him, teasing their friend when he glares at them half-heartedly. He breaks and laughs soon enough, unable to contain himself.

And it’s nice to finally have this. To finally belong to something, to be a part of something and to matter, to finally be more than just an outcast riding the coattails of samurai. It’s nice to have friends he doesn’t feel he needs to compete against or keep up with, and who value him because he is Ryuzo, instead of just a body to swing a bokken at. With that, his mind begins to drift to darker waters, and so he shakes his head hard to clear it. He won’t let thoughts of stupid, selfish samurai ruin such a lovely day.

“Gods, what has he done?” Tadashi says then, breathless with the beginnings of ferocious anger, and Ryuzo follows their leader’s gaze to a man standing at the crossroads ahead of them, covered in blood and surrounded by bodies.

It seems stupid, selfish samurai are determined to ruin the day regardless of what Ryuzo wants. Fucking typical.

“Hail, ronin! Care for a friendly duel?” The samurai calls to them, raising an arm and grinning broadly. The blood smeared across his cheeks and half-mask make the expression grotesque. “It seems I’ve run out of playthings. That boy I let escape must have warned the peasants in Sago that Lord Furukawa of Clan Kikuchi has a new blade he needs to test, and so traffic through this intersection has all but ceased.” He runs his offhand along the spine of the blade, admiring the blood he hasn’t bothered to clean from the edge, then looks up at them with a raised eyebrow. “But a band of ronin would be a much better challenge than filthy peasants anyway, wouldn’t it?”

“Demon.” Tadashi snarls, shifting in his saddle as he prepares to dismount.

“Wait, leader.” Ryuzo says, his own voice surprising him. “I’d like to accept his challenge, if I may.” Tadashi stills and looks at him, then smiles mirthlessly and nods.

“As you wish, Ryuzo.” He replies quietly, and Ryuzo dismounts, passing his reins to Shinzo and stepping forward. The other Straw Hats cast out into a circle around the center of the crossroads, blocking all four paths and creating a ring that is large enough to comfortably duel in.

“Rather cocky, aren’t you, ronin?” The samurai jeers, chuckling at the hissing that erupts from one side of the circle.

“Send him to hell, Ryuzo.” Yasumasa sneers, spitting on the ground in the samurai’s direction.

“How does it feel to look death in the eyes?” The samurai asks with another chuckle.

“The same as it always feels to look a dead man in the eye before he’s slain.” Ryuzo retorts, rolling his shoulders. The samurai laughs outright at that.

“Ronin are always so sure of themselves.” He says, his lip curling over his teeth in a cruel snarl. “We shall see who dies today, boy.”

“We shall.” Ryuzo replies. “But if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to make a deal with you, samurai. A friendly wager.”

“I’m listening.” The samurai smirks.

“I will be the last opponent you face today. If I win, you will die, and that will be that. But if you win, you will sheath your blade and go home satisfied that it can fell a ronin who trained at the end of a shugo blade from the time he was small.” Ryuzo says, reaching to grip the handle of his katana. The samurai’s eyes widen.

“Which shugo?” He demands. Ryuzo chuckles softly.

“Perhaps if you win, one of my companions will tell you.” He replies easily, then sinks his weight into his heels and draws his blade.

“You must not have been too impressive, then.” The samurai says, shaking himself and puffing out his chest. “Or else the shugo would have made you samurai.”

“It was not my skill that kept me from that title.” Ryuzo says darkly, gritting his teeth against the sting of those words. And that’s true. If Kazumasa Sakai hadn’t fucking died, Ryuzo has no doubt he would have been a Sakai retainer by now instead of a mangy ronin. But he’d only been 11 when the elder Sakai had been murdered, too young to formally hire, and the jito had been much less interested than his brother in-law had been in the peasant boy from Kishibe who had tripped over his nephew’s heels all across Toyotama. And Jin Sakai’s motive for leaving Ryuzo out in the cold is another story entirely, and one that still hurts too much to dwell upon.

He huffs and takes his stance, eyeing the samurai with sharp eyes and preparing himself.

“By your leave, my lord.” He growls, and the samurai laughs and sinks into a stance of his own.

“As you wish, ronin. I hope you have lived a good life.”

He slides forward on the balls of his feet then, advancing on Ryuzo and brandishing his soiled blade. Ryuzo stands his ground, watching the other man and waiting to see what he does.

The samurai lunges, swinging his sword at Ryuzo’s shoulder, and Ryuzo side steps him, dodging cleanly, grinning when the samurai turns and snarls at him. He lunges again, and again Ryuzo dodges, and again and again and again.

“Come now, I thought you were samurai!” Ryuzo laughs, ducking under a wild swing and darting in to rap his opponent’s side with the flat of his blade. The samurai yells, frustrated, and tries to engage Ryuzo again. “This is rather sad, really. I wonder how your lord would feel watching you flail about like this. And against a cocky, unimpressive ronin, no less.” Ryuzo teases, spinning away from another strike and slapping him again with the flat of his blade. The other Straw Hats jeer at the edge of the circle, laughing and heckling viciously.

“I hope you meet the peasants you slew in the afterlife.” Tadashi says above them all, chuckling darkly. “I hope they can see what a spectacle you are making of yourself right now, and they never let you forget it.”

“Shut up!” The samurai screams, charging at Ryuzo with his sword raised. Ryuzo sighs and side steps him again, tired of this dance, and pivots on his back foot, finally unleashing an attack of his own. His sword glints in the sun as it slashes through the air and finds a home in the samurai’s shoulder. The samurai cries out and drops his katana, his arm falling uselessly to his side.

“How disappointing.” Ryuzo murmurs, circling the other man as he drops to his knees.

“Please, ronin. Have mercy.” He begs, and Ryuzo feels a bolt of white hot anger flash through him. He tightens his grip on his katana and curls his lip.

“Mercy?” He says lowly. “How dare you beg me for mercy?” He turns and gestures to the bodies lying on the side of the road. “How many of them begged you for mercy?” The samurai looks at the ground and trembles. “The question was not rhetorical. Answer me.”

“All of them.” He whispers.

“All of them.” Ryuzo repeats. “And how many were granted it?”

“None.”

“None.” Ryuzo laughs humorlessly and bares his teeth. “Demon, do you think you deserve mercy?” The samurai says nothing. Ryuzo rests the point of his blade under the man’s chin and forces him to look up. “Answer. Me.”

“I beg your forgiveness. And a chance to prove I can change.” He whispers, his voice shaking and his eyes filling with tears.

“Do. You. Deserve. Mercy.” Ryuzo demands. “Yes or no.”

The samurai stares, his tears spilling over his cheeks.

“No.”

“Then die with dignity, and beg forgiveness from the poor people you killed when you get to whichever hell you belong to.” Ryuzo says, taking his sword in both hands once more and raising it.

“You won’t take me to be judged?” The samurai asks, raising his head and meeting the ronin’s gaze. Ryuzo rolls his eyes.

“I am not samurai. Why should I follow your stupid code?” He snaps, then swings his sword and liberates the samurai of his head.

“Nicely done, Ryuzo.” Tadashi says warmly as Ryuzo bends and picks up the head by its hair. “Shall we deliver your prize to Lord Kikuchi? Hold the bastard responsible for the actions of his retainer?” Ryuzo hums and holds up the samurai’s head.

“What do you think, Lord Furukawa? Shall we pay your shugo a visit?” He asks it, grinning when the other Straw Hats laugh.

They ride to Lord Kikuchi’s estate, laughing and enjoying the sunshine again, and Ryuzo almost forgets about the dripping bundle tied to his saddle. Shinzo and Hiro recount the fight to him as though he hadn’t fought it himself, telling him their favorite parts and praising him for them. Kanetomo grumbles that he should have been the one to behead the wayward samurai, and Kiyochika and Hirotsune laugh and tell him he probably would have been the one beheaded instead.

When they finally near the estate, Tadashi drops back to ride alongside Ryuzo and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Let me do the talking when we get there. Kikuchi will be pissed that you killed one of his men, and he’ll more likely listen to your superior than to you.” The old ronin says.

“Of course, leader. I understand.” Ryuzo replies, grinning. “Will I still get to throw the bastard’s head at his lord’s feet?”

“Naturally.” Tadashi laughs. “Just don’t speak unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, leader.” Ryuzo says, and Tadashi rides ahead, satisfied.

By the time they reach the gates, most of them have fallen silent, nerves getting the better of the youngest Straw Hats, and the gravity of the situation getting better of the older ronin. The only ones left speaking are the ones who don’t give a shit, like Kanetomo, and the ones who hate samurai with every fiber of their beings, like Yasumasa. Suddenly, the wet slap of the cloth-bound head against the skirt of his saddle is very loud indeed. It makes Ryuzo’s stomach turn.

They ride through the front gates of Lord Kikuchi’s estate, and Tadashi hails the shugo loudly, drawing him and his retinue from the house.

“What is the meaning of this, ronin?” One of Kikuchi’s retainers demands, stepping in front of his lord as they stop before him.

“We have a delivery for you, my lord.” Tadashi says evenly. “And a story, if you’ll hear it.”

“Why should I, ronin?” Lord Kikuchi asks, sounding more curious than anything.

“Because it involves one of your men, and his gross misuse of the power you gave him.” Tadashi answers, his voice low and dark.

“Well? Let’s hear it, then.”

And so Tadashi tells him what they’d found at a crossroads outside of Sago Mill. He tells him about the bodies, about the samurai’s challenge, and about the resulting duel.

“And so, where is my man now?” Kikuchi asks, narrowing his eyes. “Did you take him to the jito for judgement? Or did you leave him to his sport and run here to tell me so that I can take care of it?” His retinue titters at that, murmuring rude sentiments to one another and sneering at the ronin. Tadashi snorts and grins like a shark.

“Ryuzo, show his lordship your prize.” He says, not once looking away from Lord Kikuchi.

“With pleasure, leader.” Ryuzo replies, then reaches to untie the bundle and pulls the head from it by the hair. He holds it up, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as the samurai gasp and recoil, then tosses it to the ground before them. It rolls across the dirt and comes to rest against Lord Kikuchi’s feet. “You’ll find the rest of him right where I put him down like the mad dog he was.”

Lord Kikuchi’s face turns red with rage, and he begins to splutter. “How dare you kill a samurai, you—“

“Enough!” Tadashi shouts over him. “He killed himself. He stood at a crossroads and slew dozens of innocent people for sport. He targeted peasants because he knew they couldn’t fight back. He deserved to die for his crimes. You’re only upset because a ronin dealt the justice that those poor people deserved.”

“The jito will hear of this.” Lord Kikuchi snarls, his voice shaking. “You will answer for this, boy.” Ryuzo sneers at him.

“By all means, tell the jito what I have done, and tell him why.” He snaps, wiping the samurai’s blood from his hand onto the leg of his hakama. “Be sure to tell him that it was Ryuzo of Kishibe who took the bastard’s head.”

Weeks go by and, as expected, the jito does nothing to Ryuzo. The kill was deemed justified, the samurai’s family was disgraced, and Lord Kikuchi was forced to pay restitution to the families of the victims. Then, nearly two months later, Tadashi hands him a letter he’d received from a Clan Shimura retainer who had been instructed to pass the message along to the next Straw Hat he encountered.

It is addressed to Ryuzo, from the jito himself.

He’s not sure if he wants to read it. He’s not sure if he can stomach more of Lord Shimura’s disdain. And so he simply tosses it into the fire instead, unopened and unread. The samurai could all go to hell for all he cares.

I'd request a DMC and GW crossover one, s/o (gn) saves Giorno's life by sacrificing their own in order for them to escape underground, ill note that Giorno is badly injured from the demons, and is with survivors as well please and thank you.

CROSSOVER: DMCxVA. 

CW: major character death, blood, body horror, violence, weapons mentioned and used, grief. Stay safe.

August 31. 11: 02 PM. 

“Mista!” Fugo screams from outside the office as his footsteps rapidly follow behind another pair Mista doesn’t recognize. “Stop him!”

Knocking his chair on the way, the gunslinger Guido Mista stands, gun pointing at the door, ready to pull the trigger in the second the stranger steps inside. 

“Boss!” a voice calls, getting closer. Panic and agitation present. “Please don’t kill me! I beg your mercy, Don Giovanna!” 

Standing from his chair now, Don Giovanna frowns gesturing at Mista to keep his guard up, but not shoot yet. 

When the door opens and the man stumbles over the carpet, Giorno’s eyes furrow when he recognizes the man as one of the most recent soldatos. His name is not something he remembers at the moment, but he knows he was under the supervision of a capo from Rome.

“What kind of interruption do you thin—”

“Please!” the man cries out before falling to his knees before the Don, face covered in blood —multiple wounds making Guido raise an eyebrow. “It’s a massacre, Don! Those things —those things! Oh my god, those things… They’re coming for me! For you!” The man’s hands are clapped together, almost as if praying, but as his words leave his mouth his expression turns to one of hysteria as he looks around. 

“What are you talking about?” asks Giorno, trying to figure out what’s happening with him and why he is saying such things. 

The man stumbles to his feet, grabbing onto his shirt and staining the fabric: he desperately tries to shake him, but to no use. Giorno grips at his hands, pulling him away with a glare. “First, don’t touch me. Second, explain this. Now.” 

The man, whom Giorno recognizes now as Paolo, shakes on the floor, curling and murmuring to himself. 

“Hey! He gave you an order.” Demands Mista, squatting to the man's eye level. 

“Boss…” he says, between sobs, his wounds starting to make him nauseous. “Those things aren’t human. They killed every single one of us… Cold blooded. Horrible. Inhuman.” 

Mista shakes his head, looking up to Giorno with pursed lips. “He’s gone, Giogio.” 

Giorno nods, taking his jacket from his chair. When Fugo stops by the door with an apology ready, Giorno gestures at him to wait as he heads to the door, jacket over his arm. “We need to check the cameras of Rome. Call the capo and ask for his report of this team.” 

August 31. 11: 26 PM.

“What are those things?” Asks Mista perplexed from his seat as the three men watch the images sent by the capo at Rome. The images display a group of creatures with anthropomorphic characteristics that don’t really look like a human being. No legend or myth could explain what they are seeing —Not even Giorno could find an explanation. At least not one that was logical or based on his knowledge. Those creatures were out of his imagination. 

“I don’t know.” Replies Giorno, looking at Mista through the corner of his eye. “But we’ve lost men to them tonight, and I won’t let that happen again.” 

September 3, 9:17 AM.

“Giorno, look at this!” Fugo rushes to his office, making the Don look up from the photographs he’s been trying to analyze with the help of the Speedwagon Foundation —in fact, Jotaro Kujo. 

“What is it?” he asks, following him. 

In the screen, seemingly the cameras of a restaurant, the images show a group of the same creatures being killed by someone. 

“He’s doing what no one could.” Mista murmurs, watching with a certain sense of wonder how the man with white hair and red clothes attacks the creatures without an ounce of fear, shooting or using the sword tied to his back to rip them in half.

When the last creature hits the floor the man stands calmly in the middle of the mess, flipping his M1911 pistols before shoving them into their cases.

“Find him,” says Giorno, taking his phone out to call the restaurant the cameras belong to. “He must know what those are if he knows how to kill them.” 

September 4, 4: 40 PM. 

“Dante, it seems like you have work. A very interesting client, if I must say.” Morrison says as he gets into the temporal place they’re staying at. “Perhaps they could help us with all this universe thing.” 

Dante doesn’t respond, head hanging as he leans against the couch back. A magazine covering his face. 

“Dante?” 

“He’s asleep.” Nero interrupts, taking off his headphones. “Dumbass here doesn’t care which universe we’re in, all he cares is his stupid nap.” 

“I heard that.” Dante mumbles, starting to wake up, throwing the magazine to the side. “So? What do we have? Is the president of this Italy calling?” 

“He, in fact, has more power than the president —could hire a stadium for himself if he wanted.” 

The statement picks the men’s attention. “Who is it, then?” Asks Nero.

“The boss of the biggest mafia in Italy.” 

Dante snorts, “working with the mafia? I thought those guys were only in the business for their own benefit.” 

“Apparently,” answers Morrison, lighting a cigarette in the process. “He’s not the typical Don. He didn’t send anyone to meet, dare I say interrogate, me. He came in person. In fact, he’s waiting outside with a gunslinger.” 

“Well,” Dante says, straightening his position. “Don’t make Marlon Brando wait.” 

September 4, 4: 45 PM.

“So,” Giorno says, watching how Dante smirks for no apparent reason. “You were sent here when a portal between the demon world and our dimensions collapsed?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you never tried to go back.” 

“See, none of the weapons I own can open portals.” 

“And,” says Giorno. “I suppose you could benefit from this.” 

Dante shrugs, “only if we find the person who did all this mess.” 

“Turns out,” Says GIorno. “My interest is in solving this fast. Besides, maybe I can make that portal close.”

“How?” asks Nero, exasperated at that point. While Giorno seems like an interesting person, he’s not interested in messing with the universe, that specific one. 

“You’ve told me about demons —now, this universe has its things. They are called stands. Reflections of the souls with powers. I know of someone who can write down a command, and all this will end.” 

September 5, 7:01 AM. 

“Pronto.” 

“Giovanna, Kishibe is up to working with you.” Jotaro Kujo talks through the phone, tone serious. “He’ll be there this afternoon. His payment will be announced to you by him, he said.” 

“Perfect. Thank you, Jotaro.”

He hums and the call ends. 

September 8, 10: 08 AM.

“NAPLES UNDER ATTACK.” 

“NAPLES HAS FALLEN.” 

Mista turns off the TV, throwing the remote aside as the bus with the survivors —forty eight persons plus the other seven buses behind them— drives through the isolated streets. “Well, fuck. That magaka did agree, but now the city is collapsing and you are telling me the only way to save these people is to hide in the catacombs?” 

“Do you have a better pan, Mista?” Fugo questions, looking through the mirror. 

The radio at Giorno’s lap cracks as Dante’s voice comes through it. “Giovanna! Your significant other is here! Didn't I tell you to take your people out? Besides, what a cool ability they have but man, you should have guessed this.” 

“Where are you at? And what are you talking about?” 

“Close to your destination —their power does not come from their soul, but they invoke creatures from the underworld of your universe. When the universes combined, they started to bring the demons here themselves.” 

The news leave him with a bad taste, almost as if he could feel something about to happen. Still, he clears his throat. “I’ll be there.”

September 8, 12: 42 PM. 

Gold Experience lands a last blow before another demon comes from behind him, sinking its scythe into his shoulder —a growl of pain leaving his chest as he kneels, taking the sharp object remaining out of his body and forcing the creature to fall before him. Another demon, one (Y/n) controls, tears the smaller one apart, shielding him. When the last enemy falls, (Y/n) rushes to Giorno, kneeling before him as they watch him try to get his stand out to no use, his eyelids too heavy for a reason they can't quite tell. 

“Done.” announces Kishibe Rohan as the catacombs start to build a fortress to protect the survivors. 

“Giorno!” (Y/n) screams suddenly, standing in front of him with their arms extended. 

Giorno’s consciousness comes back. He can’t believe his eyes. 

The image is clearly horrendous, his worst nightmare becoming reality. With him not being able to stop it —not even aware of what was about to happen. 

The demon’s claws move as its arm tears through their torso. Giorno can’t move even if he tries to. 

Nero rushes to them, cutting the demon in half with his sword as the buses start to get people inside the catacombs in a rush of cries and scared kids asking their relatives what’s going on. 

But he can’t do more than hold them in his arms, watch their eyes start to lose their light —see the strange calmness they offer to him even in their last moments. 

Giorno reaches a hand out, palm pressed carefully against their wound before they stop him. “Don’t add more guilt to your heart, Giogio.” They say, barely a whisper. “Escape. This city needs you.” 

“They need me as much as I need you” he replies in another whisper, trembling. Even if he wants to cry, the tears won’t come out. 

“Love,” they insist. “You know you can’t die here. This is no place to die.” 

“And is it yours?” he replies —with no response. Seeing this, Giorno cradles their head against his shoulder, shaking uncontrollably now. Rage, sadness and every possible negative emotion mixed with the sound of the aftermath of the events. 

“The portal… For your world is ready.” Rohan says again, breaking the silence. Giorno doesn’t respond, still holding them tightly. 

Dante purses his lips together, nodding to Fugo as if saying give him my condolences as he walks to the portal, followed by Nero and Morrison. The last giving Giorno a few reassuring words that are dismissed by the don with a low hum. 

The portal has started to close by now, with Dante, Nero and Morrison having crossed it and with the people safe and sound. Although there are still demons roaming, Passione is around the city to take care of the matter. 

No one moves, however, as Giorno remains kneeling with their body in his arms. 

September 9, 9:05 PM. 

“Giogio, I’m sorry about (Y/n).” Mista says, bowing as they check the reports regarding the situation. Apparently, there has not been more movement regarding the underworld invasion.

Giorno purses his lips together, letting the report down and looking over at Mista with a sad expression he doesn’t mask. “Thank you —I’d rather not hear their name, at least not when I’m present and you talk about them.” 

Mista nods, exciting the office with a mumbled apology. 

Holy frick for the alphabet thing ‘Idiots in Love’ for josuyasu 🥺💕 bless

Oh my god this is them 50398285%

So they're out bro-ing around like two bros, getting in to troubrole, playing tricks on the normals with their stands. One of their favorite stupid games is at the art store, where they find pretentious jerks in the intermediate art class to mess with. There's always at least one. Josuke will punch a guy's paint-by-numbers painting with Shining Crazy Diamond, stripping off all the paint and returning it to its tubes and jars, blanking the canvas completely. There's a shockingly high number of assholes who deserve this kind of treatment in their classes, the type of grown dudes who shit on the work of the kids they're in class with and hog all the black paint and shit. So it makes for endless fun. And yes, it gets old, but never to Josuke and Okuyasu, because please remember, they're idiots.

One day they're on their way out of class and spot one Rohan Kishibe, intently browsing the aisles for the exact right type of ink he needs for his latest comic masterpiece. There's one jar left, all the way at the back of the shelf. His fingers just close on it, when it jumps sideways out of his reach. The barely concealed pair of idiot bros double over laughing as The Hand dissipates. Rohan is too fixed on his task to think there's anything amiss; he must have pushed the jar by accident, or there was a highly localized earthquake that slid it just out of reach. So he gets on his tiptoes and tries again. And again, just as he gets his fingers on the coveted ink, it flies out of his hand. Twice more this happens, before he wises up. Now, he looks up into the direction the jar has four times mysteriously moved on its own, cursing himself for taking so long to cotton on, not at all surprised to find Josuke and Okuyasu "hiding" behind a standee of his own famous comic book character. The sheer rage Rohan feels in this moment is unparalleled. Jo and O get the hint before he can write "THESE TWO ASSHOLES CAN NEVER FUCK WITH ME IN ANY WAY EVER AGAIN" onto their life script, and high tail it out of the store.

But Rohan doesn't give up that easily. He follows them out of the store, screaming up a storm. Our pair of mischief makers just keeps running, in hysterics, until they're out of stand range. The heat is still on, though, so they scour the streets for someone to hide them until Rohan has moved on to some other obsession. Koichi and his hot girlfriend are having tea at that one outdoor parlor - bingo. Jo and O invite themselves onto their date, not objecting to the sappy movie or the candlelit dinner at Tonio's. (Koichi and whatshername object plenty, but that's a different story.) It's around the time dessert lands that they finally realise the mood shift. Tonio has served each pair a chocolate soufflé with raspberry coulis - to share. He doesn't say why he's planned the menu the way he has, or why he's serving Josuke and Okuyasu the same thing he's serving Koichi and.. fucking uh... Love Deluxe, but by the end of the meal, they're deeper in love than ever before. And Josuke's lame jokes are hitting Okuyasu a little bit different... And Okuyasu's dumbassery is hitting Josuke a little bit different...

The four of them walk home by starlight, two by two, each slowly realizing that what started as a crash has turned into a double date. They drop off WHAT THE FUCK IS HER NAME I DO NOT REMEMBER OH MY GOD, and on the way to Koichi's house, Okuyasu straight up asks, Hey Josuke, did we just go on a date? Because he needs things explained, you see. Josuke, who also needs things explained, just scratches his head. And so it's up to poor, long-suffering Koichi-kun to break it to them both that, Guys, you're in love with each other, your friendship has run deeper than bromance since that time Okusayu came back from the dead, frankly I'm surprised it's taken you this long to realise it although yknow what no I'm not, if you want to go out with me and Hair Girl again that'd be cool, just let me know in advance next time yeah? And they're like yeah... And they look at each other, and smile, and giggle, and blush, and throw their arms around each other, and stay that way all the way back to Koichi's house, where they bid him goodnight.

Little do they remember that one Rohan Kishibe is staying with Koichi and is waiting at the door with a big jar of magical ink.

Rules: List your favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people

tagged by @certified-soft-si-content ! thank you sm 👉👈😳

1) KIRBY FROM....KIRBY....

the amount serotonin i get out of this lil pink dude is incredible - i have such good memories playing these games and i highkey miss that high

2) Ponyo from....ponyo ahsjjs

oh to be a little fishy in the sea 🥺 idk i just loved the movie and I'm just attached to the characters a whole lot. shes just cute i love that i basically kin, iD'd her when the movie came out. very pisces of me

3) Dante Sparda from Devil May Cry

Man. He's such an important chara to me? DMC was one of the first things I got into by myself (usually it was with some influence of a friend). So I got to experience a new story by myself and i had something just for myself. One of the first charas i got really attached to and would die for tbh.

4) Rohan Kishibe from JJBA:DIU

Out of ALL jojo charas, Rohan got me into the series which is... so ironic. Hes the twinkiest twink of the show compared to all the Muscle Men. I just saw a chara that liked to draw and was wow me too maybe we can vibe.

5) Xigbar from Kingdom Hearts

2012 was a whackass time to be on the internet, let alone be into KH bc the fanbase sure was. something. Xigbar was always really interesting to me and JFC. KH3 threw me for a loop, just when I thought we'd tie up some loose ends. but ofc SE said fuck off. And for that.... it makes 'Xigbar' Sexy and Mysterious and i love that for us.

6) Ignis Scientia from FFXV

This man just hits different. He makes me so incredibly depressed and i love it. His entire chara is so... divine, bitch. When I was really into FFXV, I promise you, i wouldve written you essays ab him. I actually wrote an essay on Gladio and turned it into my psych teacher and I wonder what that says ab me.

7) Medic from TF2

I dont think i need to explain why but <3 i never started self caring until i got into tf2 so thats all ill say on that.

8) Aizawa Shouta from BNHA

Listen, I know bnha can be cringe but shut the hell up. Aizawa is one of the only charas i chara ab in the series simply bc of all the Dad Energy. No I will not elaborate.

9) Tifa Lockhart from FVII

God i love women im sorry i dont talk ab them more i have internalized home of foe bee uh. She can kick my ass but she cares so much and the fact that shes Gay (not canonly but.) is nice like? i love her and Aeris whenever they interact

10) Kenpachi Zaraki from Bleach

I just love Big, Bastard characters with a child. It just hits different. Idk i love that hes just looking for a fight all the time but has respect for whoever hes facing. He's kind of his own man and does what he wants and i too want to kick ass and take names (literally)

Tagging: @estrider @fictional-boyfriend @fictiongeek @heartstringsymphonies @coulromantism @moodyblueships @perseverancex-self-shipping @parvou @midnightloverboy @gorillazgirlfriend

So, me and my sister have been told several times (Mostly by strangers) that we are very similar physicaly (We are, only 'Enough' to tell we are Related) but sometimes I am just WTH: She's my sister, I. Know. It, don't you have eyes to tell who's who??? Anyway, can I ask for BucciG/DIU (I can't decide:3) if they found out S/o has a twin but gets mistaken by S/o and vice versa? Even joking 'guess who's who'🤣 :3 (Lov yu, thank yu!)

Hiiiii! :3 Pppfff, I loved this request :,D Ok so! I chose to go with DIU crew, I hope it’s fine! Here we go, I hope you’ll like it :3

Beautiful duwang find out that their s/o has a twin who gets mistaken for their sibling and vice versa

(Under the cut for length!)

Josuke Higashikata

Josuke, frankly, can’t understand how and why his s/o is continuously mistaken for their twin. C’mon, they’re so unique, how can someone not recognize them?! This until he actually met their twin, and… well, he has to acknowledge they’re really, really similar. Almost identical! He hopes to be able to tell who’s who by their voices, but luck seems not to be by his side; their voices too are really similar!

He’d find it fun, t first, sometimes he’d joke with them, sometimes he’d laugh when he has been played. It’s a prank, all in all, why should he get mad at it? He comes to grow fond of his s/o’s twin too and they even help him if he wants to organize a surprise for them or to buy them a present; all in all, no one knows them better than their twin! It’s like acquiring a sibling and partner in crime: their crime is doing everything to make G/N happy!

It’s all fine, however, until it’s a joke. If he finds out that someone is seriously -and stupidly- mocking them for real, to the point to make them feel uncomfortable, Josuke’s gonna rampage. It’s even worse than when someone insults his hair! No one can dare to make his precious s/o and their twin feel uncomfortable for… for what? For existing? He finds it so absurd that he doesn’t even lose time trying to talk with the asshole; he just calls out Crazy Diamond to beat the shit out of them and then to fix them. As he likes, of course.

In time, however, Josuke comes to perfectly tell who’s who without batting an eyelash. They’re twins, yes, they’re physically identical, but their behaviour is different, even if they try to act in a similar way, in order to prank him, and now he can recognize it! He always laughs to the point of tears when he sees their identical pouts, when they’ve been unmasked. It’s so funny!

Okuyasu Nijimura

Okuyasu always thought he would have been able to recognize them even among a thousand faces. They’re his s/o, he knows them as he knows himself, how could he not recognize them? When, however, they arrived with their identical twin, he had problems to tell who was who, if he was, maybe, hallucinating, or if it was the work of an enemy stand. he was baffled! he just relaxed when his s/o explained him the whole thing; it was all fine, so!

He’s really nervous to mistake one for the other. He never had to deal with twins, so he doesn’t know if jokes are fine or if even a mistake could offend them! The last thing he wants is to upset his s/o. He needs a bit of time to relax about it and to finally loosen up around them. He starts even to joke, but just when they start it, as he doesn’t want, again, to upset them. His s/o is too important to him!

And, as such, if he hears someone saying bad words at them because they’re twins, or joking too much and too long, to the point to make them upset, Okuyasu will step in, in their defence. He can’t relate on his stand, for those mundane things, as he risks to kill the other, but this is not a problem; Okuyasu learned to defend himself even without his The Hand. He’s pretty good in fist fightings, and whoever has something to say about his s/o and their twin has to first face him!

He always loses it when they’re pranking him with the “guess who’s who” game. He panics and gets confused, ending up giving the wrong answer and, because of this, he grows upset. How can he not recognize his s/o?! What kind of boyfriend is he?! It’s to his s/o, so, to hug him and tell him it’s fine, that they’re not upset because he hasn’t recognized them. Sometimes their parents too still mix them! This usually helps Okuyasu to find again the smile his s/o loves so much!

Koichi Hirose

Koichi considers himself a pretty good observer, so he never really thought he could mistake someone else for his s/o. This conviction crumbled down when he mistakenly greeted his s/o’s twin as his s/o; he was so embarrassed when, laughing, they said they were the twin and not his s/o! How could he make a mistake like this? He wants to exercise, in order not to make it again and to refine his observation ability!

The twins happily agree to be his “guinea pigs”, as they love to joke and prank people. They often startles him with “surprise quizzes” jumping in front of him and asking him to guess who’s who and he has to answer in few seconds, using the details he has observed previously. In time, Koichi becomes more and more able to guess one from the other! He likes it: other than a useful exercise, it’s also a way to know more about his s/o!

It’s all fun and games, however, until someone takes it too seriously and too far, making his s/o and their twin seriously upset with their words. Koichi, once, was a timid boy, but now, after all he endured and his stand’s full awakening, he’s a more firm boy who’s not scared to speak up! And he does so with the asshole(s)m trying, first, to make them apologize or at least to go away with words and, then, if it doesn’t work, he uses Echoes to make them understand to go to fuck around somewhere else. He doesn’t like to use violence, but he’d do everything to protect them!

He grows fond of their twin too. They know his s/o like their hands and they actually helped him a lot to come to know them better, so he’d never be thankful enough for this opportunity. By now, they’re part of the family! And, by now, he doesn’t fall anymore in their pranks; he knows them both too well to mistake one for the other! They always loudly complain, saying it’s not funny, making Koichi laugh in amusement and pride. They have no secrets for him!

Rohan Kishibe

Rohan, as mangaka and, especially, observer, is always searching for new challenges. A particularly complicate landscape to draw, some peculiar expressions, new art mediums… twins. He never had to deal with twins, especially identical twins, but he had always been fascinated by them. He wants to study how they behave, how they can be identical but so unique at the same time… it’s so fascinating!

If they think to easily prank him with the “guess who” game, they’re completely wrong. Rohan is not just an observer, he’s a sharp observer; catching details and what no one seems to see is his job, it’s what makes him the successful and talented artist he is. When they try it, he firstly fake to fall for it, then, when they’re already tasting their victory, he strikes, pointing at his s/o without hesitation. He just smirks at their pouty remarks; like they can fool Rohan Kishibe!

As much as he loves to tease, he doesn’t accept when someone who’s not him tease his s/o and their twin. How dare they?! He’s not going to just stay behind without doing anything, oh no; it’s not in his character. He’d step in, brashly keeping them far from his s/o and their twin and, if the other seems about to fight, Rohan would just call Heaven’s Door out and scribble some good commands on them, before letting them go. It’s sure that, from that day on, that asshole would come closer to Rohan’s s/o and their twin never again.

Rohan would often ask them to pose for him with the same expression or pose. He’s having the time of his life in sketching them and in identifying the small details that makes them different! They too, after his drawing sessions, are fascinated when he tells them what’s different between them: one arches a little more their eyebrow, the other quirks a little their lip… Rohan notices everything. His s/o’s uniqueness is what made him fell in love with them, all in all!

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro never cared about asking them every detail of their life; he trusts them to say him what they think it’s important, all in all. He’s usually more interest to know everything about people he doesn’t trust, as you never know enough your enemy, but his s/o is among the really few people he wholeheartedly trusts; when they say him they had a twin, he’s sincerely curious, even if he doesn’t show it. Twins… an interesting phenomenon. He’d like to know them.

It doesn’t seem so, as Jotaro always seems to be busy doing something else, but he’s always observing his s/o, when they’re around, as doing so makes him feel at ease. Doing so, he learned a lot of things about them, mostly little habits and quirks that makes him feel at home. So, if they try to playfully play with him taking advantage of their being twins, they have to get used not to win: Jotaro would recognize his s/o among a thousand of twins!

God forgive who even dares to think to joke on them and their twin for long to the point to make them feel uncomfortable. Jotaro doesn’t even need to say anything; his presence alone is more than enough to scare anyone away. Wel, anyone who has brain; if the asshole still insist in being “fun” while making Jotaro’s s/o and their twin uncomfortable, then, he’d use his physical strength to make them understand that it’s really time to go to fuck around somewhere else. He’s not a man of many words, but his actions are unmistakable.

If they’re not loud and don’t bother him while he’s studying, he may grow fond of his s/o’s twin. One thing he really likes is to listen to family anecdotes told by his s/o’s twin; it’s soft, it’s… nice to know such everyday things about his s/o and how they were when they were kids. And who could know them better than their twin? All in all, he’s happy to see how close they are, so much that he even doesn’t grow annoyed when if they still try to play him. They’re still not tired to lose, it seems!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Bizarre Beach! Torn Between Scylla and Charybdis!

JJBA part 4 fan fic. Chapter 9: Finale! Operation Clean the Beach (and Bite the dust)!

Summary: During his stay in Morioh, Jotaro needs to come up with a subject for his doctoral thesis in marine biology! Strange happenings in the waters of Morioh beach piques Jotaros interest, making him investigate strange sightings of a mermaid, followed by injured surfers! In hopes of finding a subject for his thesis he teams up with Kishibe Rohan and Joseph Joestar to solve the mysterious happenings! Is it the work of an actual mermaid or is there a Stand user lurking around the corner?!

Number of chapters: 9

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Total word count for all chapters: 12 749.

Chapter 9 word count: 1713

Authors note: this is my first fan fic, I tried my best and hope you will enjoy it! You may also read it on my Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20937995/chapters/49778429

Jotaro spent the following day, together with his chil-, I mean, companion Koichi to formulate a plan for helping not only the starfish but all of Morioh beach. After a good night's rest, Jotaro went to the beach and met up with Koichi, awaiting the rest of the team to show up. The festival was still ongoing, with a lot of buzz and people there, which was to their advantage for setting the plan in motion. After about fifteen minutes everyone was there; Jotaros nephew Josuke, Josuke's bro Okuyasu, Koichi's date-mate Yukako, the local Italian delight Tonio, old man Joseph and of course Rohan the guy who can not speak Italian. Jotaro took tone, “Okay everyone, as I mentioned yesterday over the phone, we’re here today to take care of all the littering and trash that has been piling up at Morioh beach. It’s endangering the wildlife in the sea, making a couple of Stand user starfish attacking people recently, you’ve probably read the headlines… so today we’re putting a stop to that and making the environment better. Koichi hit it,” he passed over to Koichi. “Ah, yes, Jotaro-san! So, we have come up with a plan where we have tried to utilize everyone's abilities as much as we can to make the beach and the waters cleaner! You will work in teams with different tasks. The first team is the seafloor team, Okuyasu and Josuke. Rohan will use his Heaven's Door to make you able to breathe underwater. Then Okuyasu, you will erase any trash at the seafloor with your Stand, The Hand,” Koichi did not have time to finish his sentence before Okuyasu had ripped his clothes off and showing off a pair of swimming trunks underneath his clothes, bright blue with golden dollar signs on them, proceeding to flex his muscles along with his Stand The Hand behind him. “Hell yeah let’s go! I’m great at erasing things, hehehe! Leave it to me!” he boasted with confidence. “Uhm, that’s great Okuyasu-kun, but please try to not erase any actual sea life or plants down there.. and that is why you have Josuke with you! Josuke, your task is to use Crazy Diamond to heal any unhealthy or damaged sea life down there.” “Okay, got it, count on me,” Josuke nodded, not ripping his clothes off in excitement. Koichi leaned towards him and whispered, “Also please make sure that Okuyasu doesn’t do anything that’s, well... too Okuyasu, you know?” Josuke nodded with a grin and gave thumbs up. “Ahem, next team will be me, Yukako and Tonio, we’re team boat,” Koichi could once again not finish his sentence, due to Yukako bursting out in happiness. “Ooo!h I will get to be with my beloved Koichi! And the chef! Is this a romantic lunch date in a boat, with locally produced environmental friendly food?!” she jumped of joy and fiercely hugged Koichi. “DI MOLTO! I will prepare an exquisite romant-” Tonio burst out in agreement leaping forward into the hug but could not finish. At the same time, a voice muttered tiredly, “For fucks… Za Warudo,” and suddenly Tonio and Yukako stood some meters away from Koichi, with Jotaro behind them with a hand on each of their shoulders, “Continue Koichi.” Koichi felt naive not seeing this coming, but continued although being a bit startled from the sudden hugs, “Ah, yes, thanks Jotaro-san… As I was saying, we’re team boat and we are taking a boat out into the waters. Yukako, you will use your Stand Love Deluxe to form your hair into a net to collect trash from the water and try to filter out any fish that gets stuck. We will then put the trash in the boat. Don’t worry I have already made an appointment at a local beauty shop to  make your hair look fresh and amazing and afterwards I have made an appointment at Tonios for that romantic exquisite meal...” Yukako and Tonio swooned a bit and Koichi continued, “Tonio, your task will be to use your Stand Pearl Jam to prepare a delicious nutritious fertilizer that we can drop into the ocean to heal it and make the water cleaner. I have supplies loaded up in the boat. I will drive the boat and use my Echoes to locate trash in the water and also calculate a path so we cover everything.” “How fun, Bellissimo!” Tonio was happy, “Such a culinary challenge!” “Good. Now, the last team will be team beach, composed of Rohan and Joseph,” this time Koichi paused, having a feeling he would be interrupted otherwise. “Hey, I have to be with that old geezer?” Rohan said in chock, pointing to a half-asleep Joseph. “Yeah we figured it was the best choice to just have Joseph at the beach, with you.. but it won’t be that bad!” Koichi reassured the sweating mangaka, “Rohan, you’re an important spearhead in preventing further littering. You and Joseph will go around and inform people about not littering. Use your Heaven's Door to write into people that they will throw their trash in trash cans instead of littering and that they will pick up any trash they see and throw it. Joseph will then hand them a flyer about information about how important Morioh’s sealife is and the importance of throwing your trash where it belongs and to recycle. With your ability written in them, they won’t simply throw the flyer away!” Rohan nodded in approval, “That’s is a very clever idea! And I guess I will just...” he summoned Heavens Door and opened a book in Joseph, pen eagerly writing, “... write into him to do his task properly...” “OH MY GOD!” Joseph gasped after Rohan had finished writing the commands in him, “I feel a sudden urge to hand out flyers after Rohan has talked with people!” “And that just leaves Jotaro, who will communicate with everyone through walkie talkies and organize the whole operation and be where needed. He will also communicate with Morioh’s environmental committee to keep them informed about the needs of the beach and garbage disposal,” Koichi nodded to Jotaro who nodded back and then proceeded to hand out walkie talkies and items to respective teams. “Alright then,” Jotaro said when everyone had got what they needed, “Let’s commence “Operation Clean Morioh Beach! Go!” he pointed towards the water and all the teams spread out to their respective assigned area. “Oi Josuke! There will be turtles huh?! Watch out so you won’t get snapped by one of them, hehehehe!” Okuyasu teased with his friend. “Ugh, turtles!!! The worst! I’m heading to the changing room to get into my swimwear…” Josuke replied bitterly and walked away. “Yare yare…” Jotaro said and proceeded to meet up with the committee. Meanwhile in the bushes a few meters from where the gang had assembled, a certain serial killer sat hidden and had overheard the whole operation. “And here I thought they had met up to track me down today, and I just wanted to have a nice day at the festival… Can’t take any risks, I will do that another day I guess,” Kira said and walked out of the shadows, away from the beach and back towards town. “But they do have a point about caring for the environment and keeping the beach clean, don’t they, Killer Queen?” he said as a newspaper fluttered about in the wind on the ground and his ripped pink wrestler cat Stand showed up and poked the newspaper, making it explode in a tiny boom and turning it into dust, “Nyaa~” Killer Queen meowed. “I guess it's not as good as recycling it, but I don't want to soil my beautiful hands with something as dirty as that…” he scoffed, “But I guess the town too might be kind of dirty, and since my plans for the day got cancelled, I might as well…” he looked his Stand in its eyes and gave off a small smile, “Let’s go Killer Queen, we have some litter in town that needs to bite the dust,” he said and walked off into town for a better cause.

And so the evening came. The festival had quieted down and most of the people had dispersed from the beach beside a few citizens enjoying the evening sunset and the glittering ocean view. The gang had assembled at the beach once more. Bags of trash had been taken away by the garbage truck. Flyers had been handed out. Signs had been put up with the message to not litter. The water was clean. The corals and seaweed on the seafloor were healthy and healed. Yukako's hair had been brushed by Koichi. A certain punks fingers had been bitten by turtles and a certain other punk had laughed his ass off. The starfish Scylla and Charybdis had given their thanks to Jotaro and could rest easy. All was well in Morioh beach and waters. Jotaro stood in front of the gang. “Everyone… Good job today. We have helped the sealife of Morioh beach to start recovering and to spread a culture among the citizens of taking responsibility for our actions, for the sake of the environment. A single person may not be able to do much, but together we can keep our world and planet in good shape. To make it a place for both humans and animals and nature, without the expense of another. And this is a responsibility we all have, especially adults like me, who will leave this planet to further generations, like several of you. Keep up the good work everyone. Thank you,” he started to clap his hands and everyone else joined in. The operation was over and successful and the gang went out to have a lovely dinner at Tonio's. And remember, as long as we all try to do our best and take responsibility for our actions, there will always be a shining hope for the future.

This was the story of how bizarre happenings at Morioh beach led to the beach being a better place. But this was also the story of how Jotaro Kujo found the perfect subject for his doctoral thesis in marine biology; the intriguing starfish of Morioh!

Bizarre Beach! Torn Between Scylla and Charybdis! END.

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Bizarre Beach! Torn Between Scylla and Charybdis!

JJBA part 4 fan fic. Chapter 2: Sand in the water, Stand in the water!

Summary: During his stay in Morioh, Jotaro needs to come up with a subject for his doctoral thesis in marine biology! Strange happenings in the waters of Morioh beach piques Jotaros interest, making him investigate strange sightings of a mermaid, followed by injured surfers! In hopes of finding a subject for his thesis he teams up with Kishibe Rohan and Joseph Joestar to solve the mysterious happenings! Is it the work of an actual mermaid or is there a Stand user lurking around the corner?!

Number of chapters: 9

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Total word count for all chapters: 12 749.

Chapter 2 word count: 1715.

Authors note: this is my first fan fic, I tried my best and hope you will enjoy it! You may also read it on my Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20937995/chapters/49778429

The next day Jotaro went back to the beach, which today hosted a festival, with lots of people, vendors and activities. None of it was of interest to Jotaro, he was there with a purpose and hired a small motorboat to go out into the waters. He drove around for two hours in the beautiful blue water, without noticing anything out of the ordinary, only seeing occasional surfers and swimmers closer to the beach. He did, however, notice how much trash that was floating around in the water in several places; plastic bags, old newspapers, cans and other things. Despicable, no respect for nature, he thought and sighed. If he weren’t able to find another subject for his thesis, he might just give up and write his thesis about the effects of trash floating around in the oceans, a subject many already written… his thesis would wind up being what its subject would be: trash. Just as he was on his way back to the beach, his face was hit with what he was currently thinking about; trash. A wrapping from some fast food had flown right into his face. He wiped it away, disgusted with some ketchup now on his cheek, and failed to catch it as it flew away in the wind, fuck, Jotaro thought with a sting of guilt for second-hand littering. Suddenly, his boat rocked a bit and waves were starting to splash wildly around him and he started to hear distant screams from the beach, which he was fairly close to by now. He saw people getting up from the water and running away from the beach. Jotaro heard a sudden roar behind him and quickly turned his head around and saw a huge wave of water quickly coming towards the beach seemingly out of nowhere. The edge of the wave was to swallow him in seconds, forcing him to act hastily. “Star Platinum!” Jotaro shouted and his fierce blue and purple Stand manifested, as he accelerated the boat and steered it to move horizontally along the wave, “ZA WARUDO!” A shockwave burst out from Star Platinum as time around them froze, but the boat Jotaro drove still sped on to ride alongside the wave’s front, leaving an empty trench in the water behind the boat. Star Platinum rose its fists as they approached the wave, “ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!!” the Stand shouted and delivered punches into both the wave and the water in front of it, until Jotaro finally made it to the other end of the wave, reaching his limit of stopping time. “Resume time!” Jotaro said and the gears of time started to turn once again, making the big wave burst from Star Platinums punches, whilst also being stopped by a smaller opposing wave created from the punches directed at the water in front of the wave. The empty trench from the boat sucked it all up, creating a broad geyser turning everything into a shower before the water stilled once again. The panic on the beach started to settle down and Jotaro slowed down as he went into the beach to return the boat. That wave was not natural, he thought, looking out over the ocean, which had gone from calm to calamity in seconds. Maybe he couldn’t dismiss the possibility that this was the work of a Stand, and suddenly he realized... Stand users are drawn to other Stand users. And this one seemed to be in the beaches water; the beach that Jotaro frequently visited. “Shit,” Jotaro sweated and thought, I’M the Stand user that is being drawn to the other Stand user!

Jotaro decided to go back to the hotel and regroup his facts and impressions. He knew the following: - People had been attacked out of nowhere with no provocation given quite severe injuries. - Attacked people had seen, what seemed to be, a mermaid. - He himself had been attacked by a huge wave that came out of nowhere without warning, that probably was the attack of a Stand user.

He sat at the table in his hotel room, with a cup of tea, pondering these thoughts. How could they be puzzled together? Logic dictated that the mermaid could not be a Stand, as normal humans could not have been able to see it, had that been the case. So the mermaid could instead potentially be a Stand user – if it was a mermaid or just someone mistaken for a mermaid. He knew he once had battled a water Stand and held his breath for a long time, so it was possible there were more Stand users with that lung capacity. But why would a Stand user attack normal civilians in the water? Did it want to lure out Jotaro and his friends? He had to find out the reason and to do that he had to find the user. He hoped it was not related to Kira and that it could be settled peacefully in the case that the user was an actual mermaid. He was not fond of the thought of beating up what could be a great subject for his thesis. Jotaro picked up the phone next to him and dialled a number, “Hey. It’s Jotaro. … No, JOTARO. JOJO. … Meet me at the beach tomorrow at 12am. … No, the BEACH. The B-E-A-C-H. … Good,” he hung up the phone and sighed, “Yare yare…” this was a gamble but he had to try it.

And so the next day came, and Jotaro made his way to the beach. He looked out over the setting to observe the surroundings. The festival was still on for another day, but today there were a lot of lifeguards around and warning signs to not get too far out in the water. Also, the coast guard had a boat patrolling. Yesterday’s sudden violent wave had made the town cautious and the number of people out enjoying themselves was slightly fewer than yesterday. Good, thought Jotaro, in the events of encountering the possible Stand again he would prefer there to be fewer people in the risk of being injured. “Aah, there you are, Jotaro-kun!” an old familiar voice called behind him, Jotaro turned around and saw his company had finally arrived, his old grandpa Joseph Joestar, but he was not the only one approaching them. “Good morning, Jotaro-san,” Kishibe Rohan spoke, walking together with Joseph. “Rohan-san?” Jotaro said surprised. “I ran into Rohan-kun at the bus stop! He was also heading for the beach!” Joseph answered before Rohan could say anything. “Yes, and I helped you get on the right bus... I thought that the recent activities happening here at the beach might be a good inspiration for my stories!” Rohan said and stroked a pose, sketch block in hand. “I see,” Jotaro said, not very surprised over the mangakas motive for being here but also not very interested either, “Listen up, old man. I believe there is a Stand user in the water. I need your help tracking it down.” “A sand user in the water, Iggy's alive?! OH MY GOOOD!” Joseph burst out in shock, putting his hands to his cheek. “Joseph, please, Iggy's been dead for years… I said a Stand user in the water, not sand user…” “Huuuuhhh?? Sand in the water??” Joseph said confused, “is there a problem with that?” “No, a STAND in the water,” Jotaro said louder. “Hahaha! Silly boy, you’re not standing in the water, you’re standing at the beach,” Joseph turned to Rohan, “he is standing at the beach, right? My eyesight has gotten worse lately, I wish it was as good as my hearing…” he took off his glasses and wiped them off at his jacket. “Uhh…” Rohan had a lack of words. “STAND USER. WATER. FIND THEM,” Jotaro said irritated, as Star Platinum manifested behind him, pointing towards the water. “There is a Stand user in the water?! Why didn’t you say so! We have to find them!” Joseph eagerly said, starting to walk towards the beach. “Joseph, wait!” Jotaro walked up to him, “I’ll take a boat out into the water and lure the Stand out, then you will use Hermit Purple to track it down and write a map in the sand and then we will come back and see its location on the map. I suspect it is a short-range power Stand with the ability to manipulate water. Therefore, I believe it is the safest choice that you stay at the beach.” Joseph looked up at him and nodded with a serious expression on his face, “Got it.” Rohan cleared his throat, “Ahem, excuse me, but may I be of assistance? I cannot see a better opportunity to observe these happenings than to be on the boat as well,” he politely asked, then changed his tone, “and if there really is a Stand user…” Jotaro nodded at him. Looking back at how he barely made it yesterday, he could need some extra help, although his motives were to only find the Stand user and not fight it – but if it were hostile he might have no other choice than to face off with it. “Let’s get the boat,” Jotaro said to Rohan, nodding towards the boat shack close by. “Oh, before you go,” Joseph said, “Could you spare me a paper and some Ink, Rohan-kun?” “Sure,” Rohan answered and pulled out a spare bottle of ink, handing it over to Joseph with a couple of papers, “Why?” Joseph smirked, “Just in case, you never know what may come in handy! Or I might get bored and feel like making a drawing!” he then let out a laugh which turned into a cough, “God I’m starting to get too old for this…” Rohan and Jotaro made their way to the boat shack, “Are you sure he is fit for this…?” Rohan asked worried, feeling like Joseph wasn’t the most reliable, although he knew Joseph at least had paid in time for a drawing commission he ha made recently. Jotaro smiled faintly, “No worries, the old man may not have a body as ripped and sweet as back in the days, but when it comes to getting things done, he never lets you down. Let’s go!”

CHAPTER 2 END.

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