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magnolia-penn · 4 years

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Future Vision Chapter 2

DIO? God?

Oop- sorry this took so long. It took me forever to write and I had no motivation to type it all from my notebook.

Also, brownie points to whoever finds the Avatar: The Last Airbender reference.

Warnings: Swearing (so much swearing), Spoilers (sorta), mention of death (no one important) lemme know if I missed anything

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"31 years!" Polnareff shouted in disbelief.

"Apparently." You shrugged, already over it.

The men were flabbergasted about your current predicament. Stands were a fairly new concept and to think that there was a Stand strong enough to pull you from the future, breaking all sorts of time and space laws? You'd have to be crazy!

Yet… There you were, completely adapted to the strange situation. You were thrown almost double the amount of years you existed and all it took was a quick scream session behind a sand dune for you to calm down?

"You seem so startled. Stands have crazy abilities. My friend, Magnolia, works alongside a mafia boss with the ability to create infinite life and make it so you can never truly reach death!" You pumped your fist in the air in excitement. "Time travel doesn't seem that far out. My Stand isn't too terribly special, especially compared to some of the other Stands I've seen, but it's pretty cool."

The group's confusion settled deeper as you went on a tangent about future Stands that your friend has described from her time working at the Speedwagon Foundation. You used words that didn't make sense, phrases they didn't understand, but your growing excitement caused them to nod along with you.

"OH! And Stands can be upgraded! Although we do-" You cut yourself off suddenly, eyes zoned out.

You didn't say anything, just stared into the endless expanse of sand and heat. It was Kakyoin who spoke up first.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

You snapped out of your trance with a start. "I FORGOT TO FEED MY FISH SHIT SEND ME BACK!"

Your sudden outburst sent Polnareff jumping back into Mr. Joestar, your attention dragged to him as his face dropped from confusion to somber defeat.

You picked up on the nervous weight shifts and glances away. You tried to look back at the man who brought you here, only for Mr. Joestar to clear his throat, bringing the attention back to him. He fumbled with his words a bit, trying to justify the shift in attention, but he ultimately failed.

"Oh ho no, I see what's going on," You said after Mr. Joestar gave up on trying to explain. "This fuck-" a pointed finger towards the corpse behind you, "was my only ticket back to the future?"

"Well no. Technic-" You cut the older man off.

"'Uh well no'," you mocked. "Lemme guess, he would've been the easiest way?"

"Now, Miss Y/n, there is no need to be so aggressive. I'm sure we can figure everything out. Our enemy, DIO, has a lackey-"

You cut Avdol off as well.

"DIO? God? In Italian? What kind of narcissist names their kid 'God' in Italian?"

You gave a snort before falling into a fit of mocking laughter. Your humor was short lived, though, as Jotaro finally spoke up. Or shouted I guess.

"Can you shut up? Good grief, all you do is yap! God, all you women are the same."

You stopped your laughter to stare at the teen clad in black, sizing him up. It was a tense couple of minutes, an unstoppable force and an unmovable object locked in a stubborn standoff.

After a bit, you let out a chuckle and let your head fall back to face the sky. You watched the clouds for a second before sighing.

"You know, Joots," You catch him visibly tense from the nickname. "I see why you become a marine biologist in the future. The ocean is powerful and terrifying. It's been like that from the beginning. My friend often describes me like the ocean, although, unlike the tides, who have decided to kill you millions of years ago," You bring your hand up near your face before clenching it into a fist, shimmering from the effects of your Stand. "I still haven't made up my mind."

Jotaro's face turns sour in fear for a split second before returning to the default steely glare. You watched in amusement as his Stand began to manifest, but the hesitation you saw in the purple being's eyes told you all you needed to know.

Jotaro was, at the very least, cautious of you.

But also curious.

You managed to make full contact with Hierophant Green, something no one can do unless a Stand is initiating the contact. Kakyoin also couldn't see you, so how could it've climbed up you? Stand don't act on their own violations.

You also mentioned the future Jotaro. He becomes a marine biologist? And one famous enough to be known by teenagers? Jotaro can't even name a famous marine biologist.

He figured killing you know would be disastrous, there was still much to learn from you. Maybe you held knowledge that once came with hindsight.

"Nice to see we're in agreement." Jotaro gruffed out, allowing Star Platinum to fully dissipate.

A small smile graced your features as you extended the same hand you threatened him with.

"Well then, a truce. Until we decide to kill each other."

Jotaro nodded and took your hand, allowing a handshake to secure your mortalities.

For now.

"MON DIEU! I THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!" Polnareff wailed suddenly, startling the group.

Tension rolled off all of you as Avdol let out a sigh of relief. "I am quite surprised you are alive as well. Not many people can insult Jotaro and walk away intact, Y/n."

You chuckled and waved off the man's concern. "I may only have six brain cells, but I'm not stupid. He wouldn't do shit. Not without knowing what I can do."

"Is that so?" Jotaro let a small smirk slip out. It's hard not to grin when you were acting stupid.

You nodded and hummed in agreement. "I like to think I'm good at reading people."

Jotaro only scoffed and rolled his eyes, although there was an inset glimmer of amusement deep with those cerulean orbs.

"So what exactly does your Stand do?" Mr. Joestar asked the elephant in the room.

"Hmm? Oh, my Stand. Okay, so, here's the thing. My Stand is actually really weak." You confessed.

"My Stand, Chemical Romance, is only really good for getting info from people. I'm often called in to the Speedwagon Foundation to help with interrogations. My Stand allows me to talk to and understand other Stands. All those unintelligible noises your Stand makes are actually your soul trying to communicate, and Chem translates them for me. Even silent Stands or Stands with no humanoid form." You glanced at Mr. Joestar. "I can also touch and interact with them, like I did for Hierophant Green. Also, and we think this might just be a radius effect, but Stands become more sentient around me. They think for themselves."

And….. just like that you lost them. It's hard to understand such complex Stands when all they know is Many Punch, Tasteful Nudes, French Sword, Fire Bird, and Shiny Rock.

"So… You can't actually follow through with your previous threats?" Kakyoin asked cautiously.

"Excuse you! Just who in the hell do you think you are? I am a whole ass person shaped can of whoop ass and no weak ass Stand or Death Parade wannabe looking ass is going to beat me!" You pumped your fist in the air again.

"Whew- That's the sort of can-do attitude our team needs." Mr. Joestar chuckled. "Wait, that wouldn't be a bad idea!"

"Oh ho? Does the great Joseph Joestar have an idea? Careful, Old Man, thinking can hurt ya." You joked.

"No no no no no hear me out. You need to get back to the future, we need to stop DIO from murdering everybody and taking over the world." Mr. Joestar explained. "We both have to get to Cairo for DIO! Join us! You and your Stand are really useful!"

Surprise crossed your face before slipping back to its usual cool façade.

"Nah, I was kind of digging the idea of shriveling up dead in the desert. Although~" you drawled. "I guess, if you're so desperate for my help. It would be immoral for me not to help you, you're so old, even thinking about fighting DIO is going to trigger a heart attack."

You snorted out a laugh and Mr. Joestar did chuckle a bit before you realized something.

"Sooo. Who exactly DIO? Other than some bitch who wants to take over the world."

As quickly as a light flicking out of existence, the once humorous and airy atmosphere of the group became tense and tragic. The utter rage, disgust, and hatred for this mysterious man was palpable. Even the fun and boisterous Jean-Pierre Polnareff extruded murderous intent.

"DIO is a very bad man." Avdol broke the silence, but found himself unable to say more.

"Thanks for the life lesson, Dad," you spit sarcastically. "No. Who is he and what might he have done to sound so familiar."

"DIO is a monster that was created by greed and a lust for power. He is a vampire who ruthlessly slaughtered those who took him in when he was orphaned at the age of twelve." Mr. Joestar explained grimly. "He rejected his humanity to become something monstrous and immortal, but even now, that wasn't enough for him."

"He's notorious throughout the Speedwagon Foundation, whose founder fought him a hundred years ago. I wouldn't doubt it if his story still circulated in your years, Y/n." Avdol completed.

"All of us are here now because of DIO. Polnareff and I were under his control because of a flesh bud, Advol was almost conned into the same situation, and Jotaro's mother, Joseph's daughter, is under attack by her own Stand because it was forcibly awoken by him." Kakyoin said, then shot you a soft smile. "And I guess you as well."

"Oh yeah! Eli did mention they were looking for a girl who could strengthen DIO's Stand, so I guess he is why you're here!" Polnareff's smile returned to his face at the prospect of making a new friend who was in the same boat as them.

"Y'know, think back on it, I do vaguely remember my friend mentioning your mom, Joots." That damned nickname again. "Stand Sickness is what we call it now. That might be where I know DIO from." You shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "Anywho, now that that's settled, can we get out of the desert? I'm roasting to death."

"Oh! Of course! We have to get to the next town before nightfall anyways. To the car!" Mr. Joestar cheered.

You all piled into the three rowed vehicle. Jotaro and Polnareff sat in the way back, you and Kakyoin sat in the middle, with Mr. Joestar and Avdol occupying the front.

The road to the next town was filled with fill ins. They explained how they came together and how they defeated their foes that found them at every turn. You spoke of how the world has changed and advanced. You showed them your music and all the apps on your phone. You found that you were still connected to your home wifi at full strength, but you couldn't comment or post anything. All true contact to those in the future was cut off, but you could still consume media.

As the dust and corpse was left behind, you could feel the newly forged bonds between you and the men around you strengthen and grow, becoming more entangled and intertwined. And you felt happy about it.

#Future Vision #chapter 2 bitches!#its finally here #the exposition #my english teacher would be appalled #jojo kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #tenmei kakyoin

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queer-cultist · 4 years

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Something I've learned over the whole fourteen years I've been on this Earth would unfortunately be Toxic people are everywhere. And sometimes, the worst poisons you you make yourself take are from the people you view as friends.

It's hard to identify them sometimes. Sometimes you may think you're the bad guy. And from time to time, you might be. However, being the bad guy doesn't make you the toxic one. If you grow from that, mature yourself and can acknowledge how wrong you were, you probably aren't toxic.

I've unfortunately been in a bunch of relationships that leave me bruised and beaten. Be careful with who you surround yourself with, as that may become you.

Pick and choose who you surround yourself with. I know I'm going to go on a tangent here, so quick warning.

I used to be in a friendship with two other guys (who were...actually grown men.) That left me scared to come off of Invisible on discord. That was our main way of communicating.

The friendship was already pretty weird and creepy being I'm a 14 year old and those two were grown men but beyond our age, it was never a good bond on my end. They benefit from it but I always felt drained.

Looking back, I guess I would call myself a fool. There were so many red flags. And I should have left at just seeing one. Here are the red flags I personally experienced.

•They didn't like me making my own choices

The main reason I left at the start (I left the private server we shared once before I decided enough was enough) was they were pinging me and deleting it to get me off of Invisible because 'they didn't know if I was online or not'. And I was actually doing yardwork for most of the time they were doing that, so eventually I got fed up and told them 'Hey can you fucking quit?' (I had asked them several times in a much more polite manner) and they didn't, so I left the server.

•Its always YOU who has to change. Never them.

After I left, they began to talk shit about me until I inevitably came back for like 2 hours before they both went to sleep. In those two hours, they said things that stick with me to this day. And I don't really remember much. One of those things was 'Can you please talk to him? I'm going to go bang my head on a wall for an hour for even thinking a simple request could be fulfilled, but NO CLEARLY NOT'. I was on Invisible earlier that day and left to do yardwork and didn't want my phone blowing up. And...I was on invisible because I was scared of them. I know I could have just left invisible, but they shouldn't have purposefully annoyed me just to get their way.

•they try to guilt you.

After I came back the first time, one of them had removed their profile picture, a telltale sign of them being very upset and was offline. Oops, I upset them. I said 'Okay I'm back. I'm done being an impulsive little bitch' and you know what the one person who was still on said? 'Congratulations. And as you can see, <name> is now offline and has no profile picture.'. I told them I'd be back when I was done with my yard work. And the person with no PfP said 'I am going to spend a day off of discord with no picture'.

•They threaten to hurt you or themselves when you say no.

Okay, flashforward a few weeks and they caught me on a stream (They meaning the person who wanted me to give into his every command) and when I said 'If you view me as human, you'll respect my wishes and leave me alone' since I told them several times to leave me alone...he said 'Oh...Fine. I'm a HORRIBLE FUCKING PERSON. I'm going to...I don't know, kill myself or something.' so I told him 'I told you I was 14. You're a grown ass man threatening to kill himself over a child telling you to fuck off'.

•compared trauma

I was in a hotel fire a while back and the weeks after the fire, I was trying to recover mentally...and they said 'If you know pain try living my life' after I said I hurt my knee and it hurt like hell. (I fell down a few steps while trying to get out of the building, I was on the top floor, and I slipped and hurt my knee)

I can't say I feel bad. Something else they did was always insult things I loved (like pokemon go) if I achieved something, like finding a shiny. But if I said 'I don't really like Crash Bandicoot' they'd get pissed. They never let me be happy. I lit myself on fire for them.

If you see any of those red flags, leave. Never look back. If you see a different red flag that you are unsure of, you can whisper me, and I can provide my opinion if you want. (Please note that my opinion isn't always right)

If someone drains you to be around, stresses you out, scared you, etc. Then they're like a false morel. Real friends who support you even if they personally don't know what you are talking about and would follow you to the ends of the earth, those are like a true morel.

A false morel is a mushroom that is often mistaken for the true morel. Unlike the true morel, the false morel is poisonous. The true morel can be eaten. And you can't tell if it's a true morel or not from the outside.

While I don't encourage cutting friends open, the only difference between the morel and the false morel is the true morel is hollow on the inside, that's the one way to tell if it's actually a morel and not going to kill you.

If you have a false morel in your life, cut them off. This life we live is short. Don't waste it with people who make you feel bad for being you when you didn't do anything wrong. Instead, risk being lonely and thinking about the false morel instead of continuing to poison yourself. I can assure you that somewhere out there, There is a true morel for you. And that person, wherever they are, when they find you, they won't let you go.

#toxic friends #toxic relationship

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thinktosee · 5 years

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INVITATION TO FORMER US PRESIDENT OBAMA - A SATIRE

Barack and Michelle Obama. Image courtesy Amazon.com

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Today’s post continues in the tradition of David C. Singh. A funny and precocious youth who believed in honouring his right to free speech, till the very end.

AN INVITATION TO FORMER U.S. PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA – a satire

Dear President Obama,

Greetings from the merlion city of singapore. Yes, I know, our beast is special. It’s a cross between a mermaid and a lion. The first a fairy tale creature, just like this city, while the second, we only see in mandai, in a lock-up, like so many creatures here. They must have been too intelligent and critical.

Anyway Sir, let’s get to the point of why I am writing to you, as I don’t want to waste your time. Not that you are busy now or anything like it since you left the White House nearly three years ago. Being unemployed has its compensations however – we can always tell folks that we are writing a book! That will get their attention. By the way, how much did you get for your memoir? Sorry, I tend to go off tangent. Now back to why I am writing to you :

WE HAVE A JOB FOR YOU!

I am sure you will enjoy it, although I do apologize that you are eminently over-qualified and that it’s way down the level of your skills set. But you know what? It pays sooooo much higher than what you got as U.S. President, including all the perks which went with that! Ok, ok….the job title. Please don’t get disappointed, ok? Hold your breath now. It’s……..

PRIME MINISTER OF SINGAPORE!

I know. It’s a midsized-city mayor’s job. Not up to the standards of talent which you, a successful foreigner possess. Think about it, my dear Obama – instead of getting US$400,000 annually as you did as U.S. President, you will receive USD 1.31M as mayor, oops, sorry, prime minister of the empire of singapore, which also includes our large islands of Ubin, Sentosa and many smaller ones. A much smaller job it may be but pays much more. Gee, that’s everybody’s dream. And just to make sure we get your undivided attention to this serious proposal, we are quite prepared to throw in the job of the president of singapore too. Imagine that – 2 for 1. Should you accept this mission, Mr. Obama, you will be president and prime minister. And for the first time in our short political history, we will have a real president, with real powers! And a really qualified person for it to boot! It will be a real job too! And the annual pay of USD 1.15M for the president of singapore will go on top of what you will get as prime minister. How do you like this double whammy, my president cum prime minister?

And Michelle? Oh yeah, the charming and soooo intelligent Mrs. Obama. Well, we are not unkind as the Americans were to her during your two terms as U.S. president. It must have been so hard on Mrs. Obama. All that immense talent unused, just being First Lady-like. She was not only a successful lawyer before, but also a terrific administrator and human being, especially in her support for the poor! Just like you with human rights and all, and that Nobel Peace Prize. Way to go, Brother.

As I said, we are not unkind. There’s a job too here for Mrs. Obama. But I don’t want to insult her. It’s way below her skills set. And I really don’t know what it pays. No one except the incumbent seems to know. But I am guessing it pays much, much better than your 2-in-1. Impressed? Yes, sir. It’s a public job. I know, but that’s a fact – no one knows what this job pays. Again, I am not sure how Michelle will feel about this, but at least it’s a Management job! And you know what, she will really have a chance to do what she likes – helping us poor folks here. The job? Why, the head of Temasek, our sovereign wealth fund. I am confident Michelle will do a fine job of stretching the returns on our life-long savings. And if she does that, why, she will get a huge bonus too! Except, I don’t know what the amount is. No one knows. But I know it’s huge!

Hold on. I’m not done, sir. Now since you will be the prez-pm, do we really need to pretend anymore who really is the de facto defense minister? Yes, sir. The US. Commander, Indo-Pacific Command is our man or woman! He or she’s been watching over the region like a hawk since the end of World War Two. He or she decides who can and cannot play in the malacca straits and south-china sea and who needs more beautiful and costly toys, like missiles, fighter jets and tanks to keep up with the Joneses. So why not just officially declare him or her as our defence minister? And besides, he or she’s for real - been in a real combat, and not once mind you. So he or she really understands military doctrine first hand, unlike the paper-bearing generals in our midst. So really, what we are proposing here is to scrap the whole defence forces of singapore, starting from the top. Let’s de-layer that, as they like to say in a corporate “right-sizing” exercise. Our real defence forces since WW2 had always been the U.S. 7th Fleet. No one messes with them. By removing the redundancies or duplications in our defence posture, we save over $15 billion annually. Wow! And the beauty of this is our idealistic youth can now forego the two years of enforced brainwashing known as national service. They can be free to pursue their dreams and keep their heads unsanitized, like any normal human being.

And something else, with the U.S. Commander, Indo-Pacific heading up defense, do we really have to go on pretending too that we have a foreign policy? You know of course, we don’t have one. It’s always been the U.S. foreign policy. So really, we can also scrap the foreign ministry and save a few more billions there. The U.S. Commander, Indo-Pacific Command will also be our foreign minister. He or she speaks with unmatched authority. Try messing with him or her!

One other thing, with Michelle and you in charge, we need not now spend zillions to attract investments and tourists with all the high-powered promotional visits abroad by the folks in the Economic Development and Tourism Boards. Your world-class stature is more than enough to get the dollars into the city. Everyone loves and wants to rub shoulders with both of you. And your humility and confidence in your rule. Man, those media folks here will cotton to you the way a bee does to honey. No more libel suits and other fear-mongering stunts. Instead, we finally will get to say publicly what we have always said privately. Ain’t that sweet, Bro? A real honest and passionate society instead of a hypocritical or fake one. The world will beat a path to our doorstep. You are my man!

One final thing, Bro. You will need a political party to support you. Have I got a name for you. Ready? It’s Real Action Party (RAP). For a real caring and sensitive guy like you. Huh? Oh them. I can’t remember what is the name of the current party as I don’t subscribe to the local msm. But I hear in the coffeeshops among the Ah Pehs, that party’s unofficial name is NAP. I think it stands for No Action Party, although I cannot be sure. Best you check with your CIA folks in Langley, ok? They know more than we do about this city. In fact, they know more about anything, including nothing, than anyone else in this world. Why, just ask Prez Trump! He’s been twittering non-stop about it since he came on board.

Well Sir Obama, I do hope Michelle and you find this all very fascinating. I have one final surprise. Should you accept this mission, you will not be living in hardship as many expats do when they work abroad in 3rd and 4th world countries. No sirree. We have more class than that. Michelle, you and your lovely children will be housed in the Istana or Palace. That’s not equivalent to your White House, which is just a house after all. No sir. The Istana is much fancier! This is a huge palace centered over 100 acres right dab in the middle of land-scarce singapore city. Why, your White House is tiny at just 18 acres, compared to the Istana. Pathetic really. And y’all Americans always think you have the bestest of everything! Now we here, we know how to take care of our own. Everything beyond world class – the pay, lodgings, bonus, very long or permanent job tenures for public officials, etc. And you know what? We just love foreign talents like Michelle and you. We know you will like it here, although the jobs for both of you are far below your skills set. But hey! It’s the thought that matters right?

I really look forward to hearing from you on this invitation to be our mayor…er sorry, president-cum-prime minister. And please do inform the Commander of the Indo Pacific Command that we look forward to having him and also his marines here in the open, rather than cooped up there unseen and unheard in the north of the island. What a waste of social talent. Let us mingle and integrate, ok?

Sincerely yours, Sir.

PS : By the way, with the billions of dollars we will save from scrapping the defence and foreign ministries, I like to propose the money be disbursed toward a free education for every citizen from grade school to university. No better investment than this – an investment in our future. And the money which is left from that be disbursed to all the senior citizens as a Universal Basic Income. And yet still what’s left, we compensate all the singles, including LGBTQ folks who had been denied public housing till they reached middle age.

What’dya say Bro? Don’t y’all love this idea?

In the Spirit of David Cornelius Singh

David’s father

Email : [email protected]

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