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#⌛Fragments
nikathesiren · 10 months
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Discover the Untold Secret Behind Joseph's Decision to Embrace Aging! 👨⌛ (the actual reason will shock you)
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More of my art - More jojo comics!
I have a lot to tell about this, so if you like some infodumping, keep reading 👇
One good thing about Jojo's is that between each part, there are many year gaps in between, where anything could have happened in the Joestar Family.
Joseph is a character I like a lot, but he has his flaws that make him a more real and human character, so I hope this comic won't offend any Joseph fan, because it's not made with that purpose! I also added some trigger warnings in case anyone is affected by the comic's theme (involving cheating).
When I had this idea, I actually did my research because I like that my headcanons fit as much as possible into the canon. The comic takes place in 1970, which is when Jotaro was born, so it's implied that Joseph and Suzi Q are newly grandparents. Plus, the flashback happens in 1942, which is when Holly was born (and Casablanca premiered), so it's understood that Joseph and Suzi Q were parents already. And remember that when Josuke was born (1983), Tomoko was ~21 years old and Joseph was… ~63! (ʘ言ʘ╬)
The funniest thing is that, having already made all the sketches, following my research through jojowiki, I found this fragment of an interview with Araki about this topic:
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"Due to his mindset", replies Araki. That's a pretty open-ended answer, sooo... my idea could be canon? 😂
BTW i have another headcanon with cheater!Joseph I want to explore, so maybe in the future there'll be a part 2 (with humor).
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dapperbasil · 1 year
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⌛💉 Marcus, 🌃🖤 Alistair, 🌹🤝 Tammy
Marcus:
⌛ When and how were they turned?
"Starting off dangerously, are we? I suppose talking about my past wouldn't hurt too terribly bad. If you know my dear Lilliana's story, then you know mine as well. We were both young nobles in late 18th century France. Most people with eyes to read a book and ears to hear the tales of historians know what happened to nobles during that time period. My wife's family was no different. When she disappeared that night I thought I had lost her, the person I was closest to in the entire world. I was lost in my way, and my family -try as they may to urge me to consider another suitor- was unable to console me.
Enter my sire, Elise. A beautiful british woman, tall with flowing blonde hair. She convinced my family that I was better off getting treatment for my broken heart, and once the papers were signed she dominated them and altered their memories. Marcus wasn't just standing in the foyer hours ago, Marcus died of typhoid a few months before the Sylvestres were executed. Their beloved son was long since buried in the family crypt.
Elise offered me the chance to see Lilliana again, to which I accepted without yet knowing the terms. A bit foolish of me, but given that we have been reunited for over 200 years now I do not begrudge my young self. Under the light of the full moon in the garden of my family's estate, Marcus Beaumont died his mortal death. My blood decorated the poppies growing from the earth and I awoke as a kindred."
💉 Have they sired anyone? If so - why, how and did they claim their childe?
"Is it strange to hear a sabbat bishop admit he has only sired once? The act of mass embrace is archaic, and unnecessary in these times. I never participated in one myself, and have only given my blood outside of vaulderie to a single kindred.
It was a chance encounter, a time I decided to hunt for myself to feed rather than partake of one of my ghouls. Due to my feeding restriction I tend to not overly hunt or drain the kine too much. If I run out of places to feed, then it starts to get very not pretty very fast.
Met a young man at one of the drinking establishments in the city, offered to take him to get some actual food. I learned a bit about him as we chatted. He was young, he was bold, he was stupid. His father had apparently thought so too, as he had just signed up to join the war effort. I eventually asked his name and was floored when I heard the last name.
Beaumont.
Turns out he was my sister's great grand. My own blood, running off to join one of the wars of the kine, one that would surely get him killed. If it was a war he wanted to fight, it would be one worth the fight.
His embrace, it went wrong. I did everything correct, but still it went wrong. His body seemed to reject my vitae, I often wonder if it was because he was my own kin. It was a miracle of Caine he even awoke, a lost and fragmented soul. He no longer recalled anything from before he awakened, and none of it ever returned.
Lilliana and I treat him as our own of course, he is the son we never had the chance to have."
Alistair:
🌃 Where are they from and where do they live now?
"You're asking where I'm from? Why bother? What difference does it make if I was born in West Virginia or New Mexico? You're that curious? Would Nova Scotia surprise you? Of course the accent isn't just for show, you fool!
Toronto is where I make my home now, after radiovangelist Alistair Seth Allan tragically passed away from a lung infection. It's a bit close to that Camarilla cesspool than I would like, but given the opportunities it presents me I don't see much reason to complain about it too much."
🖤 How do they feel about being turned? (How did they adjust? Do they feel differently now than they did when they were first turned?)
"My feelings about the embrace? Hate to say it but its not like I had much of a choice in the matter. I dunno if you've got cotton in your fucking ears or what, but I wasn't joking about the lung infection. I was fully set on passing on peacefully, my work for the lord done good and well. That is until a certain blasted tremere regent with true faith decided to save me by damning me eternally!
I hated being a kindred, I hated being a tremere. I hated the camarilla and all its frills and fallacies and I hated everything and everyone my first few years. First chance I had, I ran. The chantry didn't take it seriously. I was blood bonded, so of course I'd come crawling back sooner or later. But I didn't. I defected. The bonds eventually broke.
I found Caine soon after I joined the sabbat, and though the journey's been rough, I am grateful to have this second chance at life and a second gospel to spread. Our father's words guide our actions each night, and it is my eternal duty to do the same."
Tammy:
🌹 What clan do they belong to and how do they feel about them?
"Ventrue, blue bloods, the clan of kings. Ironic isn't it, my name being Tammy King and being one of them? I'm sure that was on purpose, a constant reminder of what I was and what my sire expected of me. A clan of leaders, of the proud, of the strong willed. All words I don't really know fit me very well.
As a group, ventrue are an interesting topic. Our sires are picky and selective, and after embrace it's not uncommon for them to stow us away until we're smart enough, talented enough, polite enough to not embarrass them. As such, I haven't met overly many. Younger ventrue aren't allowed at clan meetings, and if your sire is particularly eccentric or distrustful you might not see your first elysium for decades. Oh and don't get me even started on feeding preference, the night you learn that is arguably more important than your embrace. Sires put so much pressure on their childer to learn theirs, don't take almost a year to find yours like I did. Just trust me on that.
There's so much to learn as a ventrue, so much you're expected to know and do. And even after all that you're still not a full member of clan ventrue until you prove yourself to the board. They make it sound easier than it is, just pull off some incredible accomplishment and you're in. I'm not sure how long I'm gonna be working on mine, just gotta hope I'm done with it by the time my second decade rolls around.
I say this all like its bad, but in honesty its not. Sure its a lot all at once, and its really rough if you're like me and feel totally unprepared for everything. But its also pretty nice, ventrue have a sense of community, what's good for the clan is often good for the individual as well. We help one another, no excuses, no exceptions. Knowing that can really give you reassurance, you know?"
🤝 What is their relationship with their sire like?
"Ah... I did mention him in passing earlier. Do you promise to not tell him what I say here? You do? Okay, if I can be honest, its much better than it used to be. Neither of us really seemed ready for my embrace. I was scared, confused and most of all, bitter. I lost the only thing I had achieved in my mortal life with the embrace, and I was mad at him for taking it from me. He was cold, distant and wasn't really the best teacher early on. Looking back I can't really blame him, he was as new to this as I was.
Over time we became more accustomed to one another, or at least it feels like it. As time passed I opened up my heart to him, and he tried his best to watch over me and help when I needed it. It took about five years, but we got there in the end.
He's never been fully honest with me about many things, but Zacharias has been there for me for over ten years now. I like to think we've gotten closer in that time, but it always feels like there's a chasm between us. Maybe one day I can cross that chasm and tell him how I truly- apologies, I really shouldn't say more."
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manor-tea-time · 11 months
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⌛Sands of Time Event Warm-Up Event⌛:
The sands of time have begun trickling down the hourglass, dear guests. Let us play a game as we await the timer's end, shall we?
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All are rather difficult choices! How unfortunate indeed. I hope you all keep your eyes out as the time ticks away. You never know what fate has in store next! ⌛
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korinthiakos · 1 year
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Send "⌛" for a glimpse into my muse's past in the form of a flashback. Feel free to specify a specific time or event to be recalled, or leave it up to the receiver. ( accepting! )
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Ancient Greece. Corinth. No, it's not what you think it is. He's not disobeying any rules nor stepping out into the Waking via Possession. That would be an immediate sentence into the Darkness. No, this was just a dream version of Corinth. And eventually a new age will come into play because the dream is slowly dying. It wasn't as perfect as it used to be. Then again, no dream is perfect. They were mere fragments of Dreamers' imagination and influence. Even Corinth wasn't that perfect to begin with. The real Corinth probably didn't have missing pieces. A dreamer's dream fails to bring the whole picture to life. And it's slowly crumbling little by little as the Dreamers dream of something else. They dream less of this and more of that. More of the now than the past.
Dreams are soon to be forgotten, but nightmares are forever.
He steps into Corinth, bare feet purposely stepping on the ruins here and there, just to feel something because pain was something nice. The sand bleeding out does not give him the satisfaction. It rarely did anymore.
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