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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 3 months

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Hello!!

I'm a bit new to the asking game, but I have a headcanon request! What if the Stardust Crusaders met the daughter of DIO, who had a bright and extremely sweet personality with a stand who has techomagic abilities (able to create advance technology, extended knowledge in technology). I apologize if this doesn't make sense! This would be platonic btw!

— 🧠 Anon!

I think I have a grasp of what to write for this ask finally. Darling is still a child of DIO it’s just that makes my title even wordier than it already is. Decided to do one character per bullet point btw

Platonic! Yandere! Stardust Crusaders w/ a technomagic stand darling.

You’re likely a huge help on the technological/engineering side of things for the crusaders. If you met them right at the start of trying to find DIO. Your first observation is probably akin of “Mr. Joestar you know you probably don’t need to break that expensive camera to use your stand right?”. Before long you have it repaired and ready to go, Joseph is wildly impressed and is quickly endeared to you. There is at least also one instance of him asking about fiddling around with a vending machine (for science of course), to maybe get something a little extra.

Avdol can see the trouble coming with you and Mr. Joestar a mile a way. Your eagerness towards technology is commendable and a little worrying if you get too caught up. Which is pretty often, and Joseph tends to be an enabler when it comes to anything he finds cool. He personally loves it himself but does his best to be your guide. He’s the one to most likely sit next to you in whatever transportation you’re in, it’s almost stifling but you barely notice most likely as you keep yourself entertained. There is quite a few times he does let you “loose” to do your thing, just because he enjoys your company so much.

Kakyoin is a bit more reserved in his reactions, the biggest thing that lures him to you is how well you utilize your stand in much of the technology you all run into. If you happen to bring up games out of boredom, his interest is piqued as you likely explain how you fixed a perfectly good console that was thrown in the trash. You tell him some people just don’t understand there’s things worth saving and there’s usually a fix that perfectly restores it. His feelings deepen when you tell him you believe him with the Death 13 fight. His hands are almost shaking, (In this scenario he is very likely to become a romantic yandere pretty quickly)

Polnareff bounces off your personality pretty easily, likes asking you a ton of questions and you manage to answer just about every one of them. He’d just wish you would relax a little bit and enjoy the smallest bit of relaxation (as you can when getting constantly chased by enemy stand users). So he usually nudges you with some kind of treat or even just doing something casually where it doesn’t seem that your brain is running on full power constantly. There’s a dozen times he’s even carrying you up the stairs, you deserve it. You saved his skin so he certainly has to return the favor. (This Frenchman would also be likely to end up a romantic yandere)

Jotaro is one who comes in when things go a little too far, especially if gramps or Polnareff are going what he considers over board, so if he wants to be around you he will find a way to do so. Not that he doesn’t occasionally indulge your tinkering with a little thunk to something with either his strength or Star Platinum’s. He definitely tells you to go to bed when you’re up too late for his liking while on the trip. Don’t ask why or how he got in your room, or even ponder if he was outside of your door guarding you. He can handle himself even if he is a bit hypocritical with some advice. Speaking of he is quick to tell you to lower your use of your stand, keeping it hidden so no potential danger catches everyone off guard. Especially when you’ve helped him out with Wheel of Fortune and Strength. He does let some of his eccentricities out with you and the others when it feels reasonable. But he’s still keeping one eye open at all times when he can.

If anyone’s wondering if there’s any worry about you being the daughter of DIO, I’d like to think Avdol was the one to keep an eye on you for trustworthiness before anything happened. (Even if none of them knew you were his daughter).

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere jjba #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba x reader #yandere headcanons #jjba imagines #yandere avdol #yandere Polnareff #yandere jotaro #yandere Kakyoin #Yandere Joseph joestar #platonic yandere #- 🧠 Anon

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silent-sanctum · 11 days

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hiii mijin! hope you are doing well 💕 can i req a beach day with jotaro and the crusaders, y/n getting hit on, joot getting jealous, pol and kak clowning him, those shoujo anime cliche we all know and love 😂 thanks !

Hello anon! Your beach day request has been heard! Initially, I had this planned to only be at most 600+ words, but then I went ahead and found the plot to be... a lot more 😬 Also this takes place in an au where everyone survives post-DIO's World. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♡

Volleyball - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 2.2k

It’s been 3 months since DIO’s defeat and no one else deserves a break more than the Crusaders.

Everyone had time to recover from their injuries and although some had worse wounds than others, they still managed to make it out of the otherwise deadly voyage alive.

It was Joseph’s idea for the team to meet-up once more in a popular beach near New York-to hang out as friends for once rather than just allies or colleagues. He promised that any expenses in relation to this one-time hangout would be covered using the “good old Joestar funds” as the old man put it.

And since the new school year wouldn’t start until a month after, and that being around familiar faces was a nice experience, Jotaro wasn’t opposed into joining, more so after knowing you were going too.

Speaking off, a part of him held onto this ounce of pride when you and Jotaro decided to be something more than being “just close friends” and who would’ve guessed that this decision would be made in the middle of a mission to save his mother.

Now, not only is Holly alive and well but he also gained a new lover for her to dote on and gush with.

And whether it was conscious or not, you both stuck around for each other, often finding ways to meet one way or another. It felt nice to have you here with him no matter the place.

So having to hop on board a plane yet again and fly off to the States for a day or two wouldn’t be too excruciating when he knew you’d be there to make the sudden meeting a bit more tolerable.

Day after arrival, here he was- sitting underneath a beach umbrella in his dark shorts, drinking juice while watching his grandfather and Polnareff compete at a game of volleyball. You were there beside him in the shade, dressed in a loose blouse and shorts, applying sun screen as you attempted to convince him to play a game with the crew.

I’d rather be at home. Despite your many tries, Jotaro stayed stubborn and said he’d be fine watching you play with the guys. You didn’t push the offer again and after a sip of your citrus drink and a quick peck on his cheek, off you went to lead a waiting Kakyoin to the playing field.

And for the next few hours, it mostly stayed like this- Jotaro and Avdol resting underneath the shade, him watching the volleyball match with his Walkman in hand listening to music, the Egyptian reading a worn-out book that’s most probably from his archives, and the rest of the group out in the sun playing their 3rd round.

Throughout his time there, Jotaro kept his eye on the game and on you specifically, mirroring your excited smile and laughter with his more subtle lip curl and huffs. In an addition to having himself be yours, the relationship helped him negate all the passing girls who took interest in him and tried to approach him.

Not that he had a hard time ignoring them to begin with it.

What Jotaro hadn’t considered was the onlooking men taking interest of you, and the thought struck him square in head when as a volleyball match ended, one of the nearby boys- an American with a blonde mop of hair and tan skin- walked over to you all smiling and shit.

Normally, you conversing with someone with the opposing sex wouldn’t bother him this much, but the second he watched the guy offering you an ice cream cone bought from the nearby vendor, he could hear himself scoff and scowl. “Why’d you accept that?” He muttered, continuing to glare at the man consistently keeping up a lively conversation with you. “What are they even talking about this long?”

“Such an irritating sight that is, right?” Jotaro glanced at Polnareff coming over to be annoying and take part in this dilemma. Behind him, Kakyoin followed. Both of them crouched by the delinquent and joined him in watching you talk with a stranger. “Can’t be helped when she’s just as attractive as you are.”

“You didn’t seem to mind it when boys from our school approached her though,” Kakyoin said.

“It’s because I know they won’t risk meeting me when they think of trying,” Jotaro replied. “But I got a feeling that guys from here are more gutsy than in Japan.”

To hammer down on that point, the blond began to point to his biceps and not-so-subtly flexed them for you to see, and you responded with a calm, wide-eyed “woah”. Jotaro rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand over his thick bicep once. “Why not head over there then? If you’re this jealous?” Polnareff said.

“I’m not jealous.” Both the cherry-haired and Frenchman stayed silent, giving him a mere deadpan. “… Fine. Just a bit.”

“So go there and introduce yourself as her boyfriend in your-” Kakyoin gestured over Jotaro’s frame. “-punk delinquent-esque ways.”

“And you can’t judge us for poor advice anymore when Nori here upgraded from telling you how to do things to instead doing things your way!” Kakyoin nodded, bumping fists with Polnareff.

Jotaro judged them regardless with one vertical look-over at the both of them. “I still don’t trust any of your advises. Besides,” he sighed. “After knowing her more, I don’t think she’d like me suddenly walking there and getting possessive.”

“But it’s not being possessive when you’re establishing boundaries monsieur Kujo,” Pol said.

“Don’t call me that,” Jotaro scowled. “Also I don’t get why you two are always in my business. It’s annoying. Leave me alone.”

Not that his “threats” were effective against this duo, who simply shared a look with each other before replying. “What are you talking about? We’re buddies!” Polnareff chuckled, wrapping an arm around the raven-haired teenager. “Who am I to leave a pal behind to wallow in their own self-pity?”

“Also to be honest, it’s entertaining to see you struggle over stuff like this,” Kakyoin said with a smirk. That and paired with those shades he bought from Egypt just made him all the more smug. “Gets all the ladies but can’t handle one-”

“You shut-”

“Hey!” All three paused to look at you waving from a distance with that damn American and his friends still standing near you. “These guys want to play a round but Grandpa Joseph’s tapping out for the day. I’m afraid his bones have become too brittle-”

“No it’s not!” Said the groaning old man plopping down on the sand the moment he reached his and Avdol’s shared blanket. “I didn’t want to overpower those kids that’s all!”

“L-”

“We’re tougher than we look gramps!” The blond called out in return just as Jotaro was about to say something to you. And that didn’t help alleviate any increasing irritation boiling in him. “How about you guys?”

“Us?” Pol asked.

“Yeah! A friendly competition between us youngsters sound good?” He said, ball already in hand. “Just one set of 2v2!”

“I’m down-”

Whatever Kakyoin had to say about accepting the invite got cut off as Jotaro stood from his spot and walked over to your side with his hands in his short pockets. By the time you were beside him, the blond and his posse faltered for a second when they saw how much taller, built, and intimidating this supposed teenager from Japan was compared to them.

“I’m joining.”

You gazed up at him with widened eyes and a dash of pink to your cheeks. “Jotaro-ssi…”

“O-Oh for sure man,” the American cleared his throat, nervous as he looked over his shoulder to his friends. “How about you guys-”

“You chickening out?” Jotaro said in his characteristic blunt mannerisms. “You wanted to play volleyball, looked for a player, and now that he’s here, you’re passing the torch to your buddies?” From the corner of his vision, you crossed your arms facing them, more amused than pissed at his intervention.

He could spot the single bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to play off his cold feet with false bravado. “Nothing wrong than wanting to let my pals have a shot at a game, but since you’re asking for it,” he made show as he tossed and caught the ball. “It’s game on. Though I got to warn you, I have a nasty spike.”

“It’s true!” Polnareff yelled out from the sidelines. “I saw how he moves on the other net.”

Jotaro rolled his eyes and walked off to your side of the field. “Hey, do you even know how to play volleyball?” You said with a whisper. “You haven’t played once during our time here.”

“I’ve watched you and the others play this entire afternoon enough times for me to figure out how to do it,” he said with casual ease, glancing down at you with a shrug. “If a novice can beat an expert Darby at his favorite baseball game, then this will be nothing.”

“Well yeah but you know playing a video game is drastically different than playing an actual game, right?”

He huffed, unbothered. “Makes this better for me.”

With everyone in their respective spots, one of the blond’s friends served as the referee and starting from the other guy’s side, the whistle blew and the ball flew.

True to his word and his ability to study and adapt on the spot, Jotaro managed to keep up with you and his opponents on the playing field, exchanging the ball countless times without break. All the while, the Crusaders watched this one game like die-hard fans at the Superbowl.

It shouldn’t be that much of a shocker when he knew that both of you had physical advantages: Your lithe self allowing you to be more agile and nimble to traverse the court and catch the ball before it fell, while he had the strength and height to send the ball back to the other side, often times targeted to the edges.

And just as the timer was about to hit the 29 minute mark, Jotaro noticed the American get into a stance with a smirk plastered over his tan face. He cocked his head and rose a brow. The nasty spike I assume.

You sent the ball flying to their side and just as he predicted, the blond took over center field and leapt, arm reared and hand poised to deliver his so-called “nasty spike”.

His palm got into contact with the ball’s surface and with a clear smack, the ball was sent flying over to your side. But as he was about to receive, a glint of rose gold zipped past his vision and next thing he knew, the ball was up in the air as if it was caught mid flight to the ground.

One second glimpse at your knowing look, Jotaro didn’t hesitate to follow your footsteps. He leapt off the sand and rose his hand. In that split second, Star Platinum’s purple gloved hand enveloped his and upon contact with its surface, the ball practically launched itself at the American at a raging speed akin to an incoming missile.

The sand erupted in a loud boom, causing a shallow crater with plumes of sand flying off in many directions as the ball hit the ground. It rolled off the now-incapacitated blond stranger’s body.

His friends couldn’t even move nor make the effort to blow the whistle from the shock of it all.

Jotaro tongued the inside of his cheek, casually pocketing his hands back in his shorts as he glared at the American. “Nasty spike ,” he scoffed. “What a joke.”

You whistled, impressed as you looked down the crater. “You did a number on him.”

He reached over to grab your wrist. “Let’s get out of here.” With a gentle tug, you complied to his wish and followed him out the sandy court. He didn’t even bother meeting up with the Crusaders, who were equally stunned at what had happened.

“You’re not at all questioning why I’m not at all offended at you knocking the man out?”

“I’m questioning why you decided to cheat and use Sanctuary midway.”

“The game was ending in a minute anyways,” you said. “And I wanted to finish it off with a bang.”

“By letting me launch a ball at his face?” You smiled and nodded. “And you’re okay with that?”

“He’s a weirdo,” you grimaced. “His fetishes were showing when he said something about how exotic and pretty I was, and it pissed me off.”

Hearing that made Jotaro want to turn around to the guy for one more solid punch to the face. “But I saw you talking to him for that long.”

“Made you jealous, didn’t it?” You said, smug. “I lowkey wanted to bait you into playing a game with me by riling you up a bit, and for you to finish off that creep with what he deserved.”

“I wasn’t-” He bit his tongue, not finishing his train of thought. “I was a bit jealous and I’m glad I got to wreck that shit-eating face of his in the process, but can you not make me feel like this on purpose? It doesn’t sit right with me.”

“Duly noted and I’m sorry,” you said, eyes cast downward as you bowed your head a bit in sincere apology. “I’ll just tell you outright who and when to punch someone next time, promise!”

Jotaro paused in his tracks and with one good look at your determined sparkling eyes, couldn’t help but sigh and smile at you with uncharacteristic fondness.

“Yeah... I’d prefer that.”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro kujo

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randoimago · 9 months

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Hihi! I saw your thing about friends to lovers and I dig it. Maybe friends to lovers with Jean-Pierre Polnareff? Possibly takes place after sdc snd before golden wind? Polnareffs bff owns a small little shop that he visits everyday type thing? Sorry if its not a lot to work worth im bad with ideas and explaining :c

Promises Made

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots

Note(s): No this is really cute!! I'm happy to write it. Also just now realized I misread the request. I thought it said Polnareff's bf (boyfriend) and not bff so that's my bad (I can fix it easily)!!

"And how is business today, mon ami?" Polnareff has a wide smile as he walks into your shop. It's a routine he's kept every day. While his personal research and work with Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation take up most of his time, he wants to make sure that he always has this moment to come by and see you.

You glance up from where you're sweeping the floor a bit, wanting to keep it clean and the smile that crosses your face has Polnareff smiling wider. That is another reason he makes it a routine to come and see you daily.

"Not too busy today, but it hasn't been dead, so I think it's going well," you reply and Polnareff nods as if he's hanging onto your every word.

"That's good, I wouldn't want you to be exhausted from working too hard." As if he's one to talk. After all the events in Egypt, he feels as if he hasn't had a moment to rest between finally grieving and wanting to make sure it couldn't happen again. But he doesn't tell you that, he continues to be the funny, cheery guy for you. You deserve to see him at his best. "Do you think you could step away for a moment? Just to walk with me," he asks you, wanting to do more than talk to you in your shop and potentially be interrupted by a customer coming in.

Polnareff is pleased by your smile as you walk over and put a sign on the front door, saying you'll be back in fifteen minutes. He holds his arm out for you to take, acting like he's being goofy when he really wants to use it as an excuse for you to touch him. You walk with him and it's pleasant.

As you both catch up on your day, speaking in more details than you did in the shop, Polnareff finds himself staring. He's caught himself doing that a good bit since meeting you. And despite being a hell of a romantic, he does enjoy this friendship you have. Making friends hasn't been the easiest since Egypt and he doesn't want to ruin this by being selfish.

"We should probably start to head back," you say with a bit of a disappointed sigh that causes his heart to pick up. He feels that same disappointed, but he knows how valuable your shop is to you, so he agrees as he leads you back.

You had let go of his arm at this point, which did cause a frown on his face for a split second before he covered it up. He can't help the blush as he feels your hand intertwine with his on the walk back. If he wasn't so caught up in his feelings, he would've maybe noticed that you seemed a bit flustered from doing that.

You make it back to your shop with him, hand-in-hand. No one is waiting for you to be back and you take the sign off the door as he stands around your shop, not wanting to leave, but also not wanting to just seem as if he's loitering. Thankfully, Polnareff is saved when an older woman walks in to speak with you. Perhaps a regular. He doesn't pay attention to what the two of you talk about, he doesn't want to eavesdrop... Well, he does, but he manages to refrain. That is, until the woman starts to leave and looks in Polnareff's direction this time.

"You take care of them. Don't break their heart," she says to Polnareff, causing him to freeze and be unable to respond as she leaves the shop. The slight laughter that leaves your lips brings him back as his face is also red and he notices the apologetic look on your face.

"Sorry about her, she's come by quite often just to talk. She's been like an overprotective grandma," you explain and Polnareff nods at that as he's still a bit lost in his thoughts. Eventually he bites the bullet and looks to you.

"I'd never break your heart," he promises you and surprise crosses your features at Polnareff's small confession. "I could never hurt you like that."

"I know Jean-Pierre." The way you speak his name with such tenderness causes the French man to step closer.

"If you allow me, I will make sure every day is a happy one for you. I want to show you how much love you truly deserve. I cherish this friendship we have, but please do not blame me for being a selfish man and wanting more." The romantic side in Polnareff has never left him and it feels freeing in a sense to not hold back his feelings when speaking to you.

"I guess we're both selfish then," you speak up after a moment of pause and processing. The smile that crosses Polnareff's face is wider than any you've seen before as he moves behind the front counter to pull you into a hug. Normally, you'd scold him for getting behind the front counter, but now you're just trying to breathe with how tightly he presses you to his chest. Polnareff realizes your struggling and lets you go with a brighter blush on his face as he smiles down at you.

"I promise, I will never break your heart," he says again, and you nod, giving him a smile back. "I might not be able to visit every day, but I will always come back to you." It's a dangerous thing to promise with what he intends on doing. But the promise and this new relationship with you gives him extra motivation. And he knows that he'll fight so damn hard to keep it.

#kats 3000 follower celebration #jean pierre polnareff x reader #polnareff x reader #jjba x reader

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wasted-women · 4 months

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ROUND 1 BRACKET LISTINGS

Welcome to Round 1 of the Wasted Woman Poll, the tournament to see which fridged woman deserved better!

Thank you everyone for your patience for Round 1 to begin. Now that the semester is over, I finished the list of match-ups for the Round 1 bracket.

There were 89 contestants for this tournament. Anyone familiar with tournaments knows that it doing a 89-contestant, single-elimination tournament would be annoying. Rather than cutting out 25 contestants to make it a 64-contestant tournament, I opted to use the format of a 64-contestant tournament, just with some of the poll in Round 1 (a majority of them, actually) being three-way polls with a single winner rather than solely two-way polls. So out of the 89 contestants going into Round 1, only 32 will go on to Round 2. Many of the listings in Round 1 will be characters from the same series going against each other, so that the future rounds will be more varied.

The tournament will be split into 4 sets of 8 polls each, with every poll running for a whole link. Below the cut will be the list of match-ups for each set and when the polls will premiere.

If there are any mistakes at all (spelling, if a character appears twice, if the media someone is listed under is incorrect, etc.) please let me know! I did double-check it, but I'm only human so errors do happen.

ROUND 1A (Will be queued to be posted on Tuesday, December 26th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Jiang Yanli (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Wen Qing (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Qin Su (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Trisha Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies) vs. Madam Lan (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa v3) vs. Kuina Shimotsuki (One Piece) vs. Akane Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph)

Maiya Hisau (Fate/Zero) vs. Four Masamune (Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam) vs. Safu (No. 6)

Sherry Polnareff (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders) vs. Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Maria Robotnik (Sonic) vs. Captain Molly (Sonic X)

Serena, Rin, and Ruri Kurosaki (Yu-Gi-Oh!! Arc V) vs. Cyndia Crawford (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters) vs. Amber (Pokemon)

Rachel Bronev (Professor Layton) vs. Anna Irving (Tales of Symphonia) vs. Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)

ROUND 1B (Will be queued to be posted on Thursday, December 28th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Storm (Warriors: Dawn of the Clans) vs. Bumble (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats) vs. Bright Stream (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats)

Spottedleaf (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins) vs. Brindleface (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins)

Sky Young (Arcane: League of Legends) vs. Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY) vs. Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Lisa Tepes (Castlevania: Symphony of the Night) vs. Sara Trantoul (Castlevania: Lament of Innocence) vs. Julia Belmont (Castlevania: Nocturne)

Beru Lars (Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope) vs. Padme Amidala (Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith) vs. Satine Kryze (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) vs. Tasha Yar (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Bill Potts (Doctor Who) vs. Freya (BBC Merlin) vs. Mary Watson (BBC Sherlock)

Jessica Moore (Supernatural) vs. Mary Winchester (Supernatural) vs. Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

ROUND 1C (Will be queued to be posted on Saturday, December 30th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Allison Argent (Teen Wolf) vs. Jenny Calendar (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Amber Volakis (House M.D.)

Lady Marian (Robin Hood 2006) vs. Irene Adler (Sherlock Homes: A Game of Shadows) vs. Belle Gold (Once Upon a Time)

Tara Maclay (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Mako Mori (Pacific Rim) vs. Daenerys Targareon (Game of Thrones)

Cordelia Chase (Angel) vs. Darla (Angel) vs. Winifried "Fred" Burkle (Angel)

Julia Johnson (Walker) vs. Andrea Cantillo (Breaking Bad) vs. Lyanna Stark (Game of Thrones)

Kathy Stabler (Law and Order) vs. Joss Carter (Person of Interest) vs. Shannon Diaz (9-1-1)

Eo (Red Rising) vs. Evi Kholin (The Stormlight Archive) vs. Teresa Moreno (Sharpe)

Julia McCullough & Sarah Borden (The Prestige) vs. Rachel Dawes (The Dark Knight)

ROUND 1D (Will be queued to be posted on Monday, January 1st between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Laurel Lance (Arrow) vs. Vanessa Carlysle (Deadpool 2) vs. Eudora Patch (The Umbrella Academy)

Gamora (Avengers: Infinity War) vs. Natalia Romanoff / Black Widow (Avengers: Endgame) vs. Jane Foster (Thor: Love and Thunder)

Magda (X-Men: Apocalypse) vs. Frigga (Thor) vs. May Parker (Spider-Man: No Way Home)

Jean Grey (X-Men comics) vs. Jean Grey (X-Men: The Last Stand)

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Man comics) vs. Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man 2)

Karen Page (Daredevil comics) vs. Holly Granger / Hawk (Teen Titans comics) vs. Mary-Jo Altman (Young Avengers comics)

Martha Wayne (Batman comics) vs. Sarah Essen Gordon (Batman comics) vs. Stephanie Brown (Batman comics)

Alexandra DeWitt (Green Lantern comics) vs. Sue Dibny (Justice League: Identity Crisis) vs. Lois Lane (Injustice: Gods Among Us)

#wasted women poll #poll bracket #poll tournament #character polls #round 1

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stardustedsins · 3 months

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Kiss prompt #26: a kiss as an apology

Jean Pierre Polnareff/reader (gender neutral reader)

(Also on ao3 here)

“Let’s get back on the road, and no more splitting up!” Polnareff turns to walk away from the group and the teenage girl who’d helped Hol Horse escape, but you’re not letting him off the hook that easy.

“Jean Pierre Polnareff!” You can’t help but feel satisfied when he flinches at you pulling out the full name. “Is that all you have to say?”

“…No.” He turns back and bows his head in shame. “I’m sorry. I said some things I shouldn’t have. I put you in danger, Kakyoin. And I got Avdol killed.”

There are tears in his eyes, and your heart breaks for him, for the relief you can’t give him by telling him the truth.

“Oh, Jean.” You take his hands in yours. “I can kind of understand why you did it, but you can’t push people away like that.”

“I know. But ever since that man killed Sherry, finding him and killing him is all I’ve thought of. It was how I got involved with all this in the first place, it was what kept me going. I thought… if I won, it should be through my own efforts. Man to man. I should’ve known that bastard wouldn’t play fair like that.”

It’s just so like him to still believe in fairness in the world, after so much unfairness in his own life.

“I hope this means Sherry is at peace. And I hope you can find peace too, Jean. You deserve it.” You reach up to wipe away a tear that’s spilled over. “Just don’t push me away again, please.”

“I won’t. I promise.” He leans down to kiss you, soft and apologetic. You can taste blood on his lips. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

“I know.” You can’t promise he won’t, not on this journey, but you can empathize with the hurt. He straightens up and sniffles, trying to blink away the wetness in his eyes.

“You’re forgiven, Polnareff.” Mr. Joestar lays a hand on his shoulder. “I can’t say I’d have been any different if it were my wife or daughter killed.”

“I already got my payback.” Kakyoin nods at Polnareff’s bloody nose.

“Speaking of which, let’s get you both cleaned up before we go on.” You can’t imagine leaving the two of them to get on a train or a bus all bloodied up like this. “We’ll need to buy some first aid supplies.”

“I saw a store that might have some.” Jotaro speaks up. “Back that way.”

“Then let’s go.” Mr. Joestar leads the way. Polnareff’s hand slips into yours as you walk.

“Thank you, chéri.”

#gender neutral reader #sfw #my writing #kiss prompts #stardust crusaders #jean pierre polnareff

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fellow-traveller · 1 year

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Okay. Finally got time to talk a bit on CDDH Chapter 12. Under the cut, just in case it’s a spoiler to someone.

Firstly, I’m not gonna talk about Daniel D’Arby here. I think a lot of CDDH readers already did, since his story is basically the highlight of the chapter. I won’t be talking about Josuke either, because, again, readers talk about him.

But I do want to talk about this:

Like, Mr Horse, sir, do you even do staircases? Like, cowboy just jump off the railing of at least 6 storeys high.

He even did a safe land and roll after parkouring off the rails on each floor, like dude, ARE YOU EVEN IN YOUR 40s? DOES YOUR BODY EVEN AGE?? Polnareff already lost his legs by this time and you still get to keep yours, what the hay...

Also love how he did all these stunts...WHILE KEEPING ONE HAND ON HIS HAT SO IT STAYS ON HIS HEAD!

THIS. This is the highlight of the chapter for me. And I thank the artist for giving more reason to love this old cowboy.

I also like how, not only Dio that haunts Hol Horse to a point of PTSD, but also Kakyoin. Like, his death really affected Hol even if they barely interacted in SDC.

I want to believe this is just his “fatherly figure” personality kicking in...after all, Kakyoin was just a schoolkid when he died. Hol really could make a very good dad, man.

We also like a woman respecter Hol. Yes, we do! ♥

Thoughts: So far, a solid chapter. We get to see Hol back in action, this time in a rescue position. Josuke gets attacked again and sometimes I feel like he needs a well-deserved break later. A bit of Boingo is always good, too. D’Arby’s cameo is welcomed...at least we know he didn’t follow Dio for his charm, but more for the fear the vampire exerted on him. And whoa, Dio, that recall on Danny was uncalled for, bruh.

Still hoping Ryon Ryon won’t shoot Hol Horse in the head, at least, not like how Tohth predicted.

Additional thought:

Kudos to Boingo for figuring this out. Go, my boy!

#musings #cddh #crazy diamond's demonic heartbreak #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #hol horse #mostly hol horse...i don't talk much about anyone else after all #so not only is hol horse's precision top notch his agility is off the charts too #it's almost like he's maxing his SPECIAL stats

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leftsidebonfire · 2 years

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Welcome Home Love

Kat/Pol angst, after too long.

For someone who'd gone toe to toe with vampires, monsters, and devils that shouldn't have been created, monstrosities and unbelievable sights, I'd never thought that knocking on a door would wind up being the most difficult task of my life.

I held flowers in a shaking, too tight hand. It felt like a shitty and pathetic gesture. Hey, sorry I just left you high and dry, take these dollar store fucking flowers. But it would have felt worse if I was empty handed. Maybe it should have been candy. Maybe it should have been money. A new car. Maybe I shouldn't be here at all.

I was standing at the door so long, neighbors would definitely start to get the wrong idea. And yet my fist stayed just so, knuckles ready but unable to knock.

My heart thundered against my ribs as my mind played back every possible terrible reaction that this could give me. He doesnt want to see me. He calls the police. He throws the flowers in my face. He's moved on. He hates me. He thinks I've betrayed him. He thinks I'm horrible. I am horrible. How could I do this to him?

I'd been gone too long. What a perfect piece of shit move. I'd told him I'd never leave. I fucking vowed it to him in front of everyone. I will stand by your side, love you and care for you, and be there when you need me most. Nothing could ever steal me away or make me love you less.

Fucking liar.

It was too much. I turned and started to leave before I was caught crying on a doorstep. I never even knocked.

But before I was off the porch, I heard the door swing open, and I didn't even need to turn around to hear his voice. His voice.

"Katie...?"

I froze. Would it have been better if he just didn't see me? Too late now. I turned back around to see him there in the doorway. Tall, always tall. Way over 6 feet, especially with that hair. Muscles, big and thick, my eyes still pec-height like we'd always joked about. He was still littered in more freckles than I could count, though I'd certainly tried once. His broken-heart earrings just seemed to dig the knife in deeper, like a slap to my face about how I'd treated him by disappearing. So much had happened. Things he just wouldn't understand. It was never because of him that I'd been gone.

"Jean Pierre." I replied finally, afraid my voice would break and I would weep.

He started coming toward me, and I had to ready myself. All the words I'd spent hours toiling over to explain myself failed immediately and I was left just standing there wordlessly as he crossed the porch in three steps to cling me to his chest.

I wasn't sure if he should hug me or punt me off the porch. But if I was in his shoes, I knew exactly what I'd have done. Maybe that's why he was so different. He was always so nice.

He hugged me so hard and I let him. His muscles were always strong and perfect for hugging. Strong and soft, like a cushion of muscle he brought my face into. The tight black shirt, the smell of his bodywash and shampoo, it was familiar like a home, like a home I'd been away from way too long. Like a home I didn't feel like I deserved to have. I hugged him back, the hand holding the flowers awkwardly parted away from him.

I was choked up when I pulled back to look at him. My throat felt all tight and tears were swelling in my eyes, causing him to swim before me in an unrecognizable shape of blurry hair.

"Polnareff, I—"

Starting a sentence took many tries.

"I don't— I wasn't— Fuck. I'm so sorry."

"I didn't know when you'd come back."

"I never meant to leave."

"I know you didn't."

He held my face in his palms, in his big soft warm palms like he did when we kissed. We didn't kiss, not yet, he just held me there.

"I owe you an explanation."

"Not now." He said. "Now I'm just looking at you again."

I had no choice but to look at him, too. His eyes were blue, shining with tears, his silver hair still looking perfect in that tall updo I never quite understood. Freckles galore across his cheeks and the bridge of his tall nose. He had that strong jaw, thick shoulder muscles, and most unexplainably, he was smiling.

I missed that smile more than I'd ever realized.

"Why don't you hate me?"

"The same reason that you don't hate me."

His French accent was always more apparent when he was sad.

"Well, you didn't leave me without an explanation. I think— I think you should hate me."

"Katie." His tone stopped me. He cupped my cheek and I immediately wanted to sink into it. "You know I wouldn't think that about you. Don't say that."

"Well— maybe I do hate me."

I could tell his heart was heavy. I handed him his flowers like the world's stupidest apology gift. He took them, and his face looked like glass, like he was fragile and could break. And yet, he still smiled.

"Would you like to come in?" He asked.

Would I ever. But did I deserve to? I fidgeted on the spot, and he could tell I was hesitating on purpose.

"Its your house, too, you know. It's been our home. You've always been welcome here."

I could feel tears that wanted to spill from my eyes. I wanted nothing more than for him to scream at me and kick me out, be angry, be rightfully enraged and never want to see me again, and he was the exact opposite. He had always been too good for me. I finally nodded, and Jean Pierre put his arm around me to guide me inside. He effectively made the decision for me, taking me inside, out of the cold, and back to where I belonged.

"Tell me about all your adventures, little fairy." He smiled, cooing like I'd never left.

He sat with me on the couch. I'd left that awkward space between us, not sure if he wanted me all cuddled up like nothing had changed, but he sat closer, close enough to fill that gap and held his arm around my shoulders, looking down at me attentively. I let out a long held sigh.

"Its a long story..."

When I'd finished regaling him with the story of where I'd been these past months, Polnareff had grown ever closer to me, even taking my legs and putting them over his lap, curling up like old times, when he'd sit and let me talk about my D&D ramblings, but I cut to the chase. We'd been skirting around my reason for coming here for too long.

"Look, Jean, I came here... I wanted... I had to apologize—"

Polnareff took my hands in his and cut me off, looking at my face sweetly. "I know. I know just why you came, cherie. You know I haven't forgotten you, or let you go." His voice was low and soft. Far softer than I would have given myself. "I've always been here. Right where you needed me. You came back, that's what matters, isn't it?"

My heart felt so heavy that he'd forgive me this easily. "Please let me apologize, Jean. Please." I whispered, finally letting my tears slip down my cheeks.

He brushed the hair out of my eyes, exposing one ear, and with the gentleness of an angel, he slid one of his broken heart earrings into the lobe of my ear. "There, just like it should be." He smiled.

I looked up at him and finally caved into him, taking his face with one hand and pulling him close to me, kissing him for the first time in what felt like ages. It seemed like the tension melted from our bodies at long last. We had each other again. We had each other. We were safe. His lips had been just as soft as they had been the first time we shared a nervous, blushy kiss in the hallway of our shared hotel in Egypt.

He kissed the top of my head when I pulled back and wiped my eyes, and his face was alight in a smile. A smile that reassured me that he was still here. That he didn't resent me, and that I hadn't completely ruined my chances with one of the kindest and most wonderful men I'd had the pleasure of falling in love with.

"Welcome home, love."

#KatPol #Katienareff #Polnareff #Jean Pierre Polnareff #Jojo #Jojo's Bizarre Adventure #Jjba #Self ship #Self shipping #Stardust Crusaders #Golden Wind #My writing #Short fic #I'm sorry Polnareff #I won't leave you 😭#Angst #katpol angst #Self ship angst

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nibwhipdragon · 2 years

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15 for any character you want🙏

LOOK AT MY COMEDIC AND VAGUELY SPOILERY BREADCRUST CRUSADERS ART, DEMIGRILL

Could not be bothered to do a background <3

I think I've actually gotten better at drawing people over the last few months or so, still can improve on it though.

Things I think I did well on:

• Blood splatter. It's a comedic amount coming out of Dio's head, really adds to the picture tbh

• Joseph's single polygon tits. Absolute 10/10 in my eyes

Things I can improve on

• Hands. The classic. I do em as claws, decided to make that part of my artstyle, but they can 100% be better

•Joseph's face wasn't comedically bloodthirsty enough, Dio's face wasn't comedically harmed enough. Needed it to be more slapstick imo

Whilst making this drawing, I thought about Breadcrust Crusaders Joseph in the Dio chapter and I feel like I should talk about it a little here. It's like a little thing before the Breadcrust anniversary <3 Gonna be under the read more, there's gonna be major spoilers so be warned if you're gonna end up reading the whole duology. It's probably going to be very discorded if you do read it, I have a lot of thoughts and no idea on how to present em properly

I know that Breadcrust Crusaders is meant to be about Joseph (he was the only other character in the dream I had, other than myself and Dio), but GOD, the way I made the plot revolve around him...babygrill I'm so sorry

The fight with Dio is probably one of my favourite scenes with him, I feel it gives the most insight into his character without even being from his POV. I think the fact that the reader has to think "Oh, what's Joseph feeling right now" and extrapolate what he's feeling by putting themselves in Joseph's place instead of simply being given it through a POV is the reason why. I also like it because it's the only point in the entire duology where Joseph was pushed to his breaking point – yes, even with all the fucked up stuff that happens in The McDonald's Crisis of 1999, it never pushed Joseph to the point he snapped like the Dio fight did.

He's been carrying the self-imposed guilt of "killing" Caesar for fifty years, and though he never openly admitted it, knew Polnareff was right. Polnareff was right to be pissed, because Joseph had literally gotten Avdol and Iggy killed in his pursuit of the McRib. Joseph's also fractured the group, by making Polnareff be absolutely pissed at him. That's already a lot of guilt to be holding (wow I sure do hope his choices don't give him even MORE guilt!). And he's already vowed to keep Jotaro and Kakyoin safe so they don't end up like him and Caesar. So, of course, when Dio turns Kakyoin into a glowstick and snaps his spine, he stays and uses his hamon healing to keep Kakyoin dying of shock until help arrives.

And, of course, Jotaro gets pissed and knowingly runs headfirst into Dio's trap of getting him alone for easier disposal. And Joseph doesn't chase after him. Joseph stays with Kakyoin. He doesn't want Kakyoin to die, because he knows it'd mess up Jotaro badly. He stays with Kakyoin, faintly hoping that Jotaro's going to be alright on his own for the time being, until Polnareff or Joseph himself finds him and assists him.

And well. If any of you here have read Breadcrust Crusaders, then. Yeah. Jotaro was certainly having A Very Not Good Time.

So he end up hearing Jotaro crying to the heavens for help (Jotaro taking that massive L deserves its own post tbh) when searching for him, immediately heads in the direction of the call for help, and sees Dio just straight up fucking around with Jotaro, whose badly wounded on the ground. Quite literally like how a cat plays with the mice it catches, putting it through unnecessary suffering for its own pleasure.

Though it wasn't fully intentional, Joseph is quite a mellow character. Even when he fought Alessi, he still was playful and goofy, not really being as involved in the battle as one would expect (that whole paragraph where he's confused about the clothes he's wearing and that he'd never wear those clothes...babygrill there is a guy trying to kill you). Hell, the only time I think he'd gotten aggressive was when he snapped at Jotaro. Even then, him snapping at Jotaro was only a knee-jerk reaction to what Jotaro had said about beating Dio on his own. Joseph immediately apologised for it after as well.

And after all that had happened in the Dio chapter, he sees Jotaro in that state, and straight up snaps. He had still been somewhat lighthearted when fighting Dio previously, but at this point he just absolutely loses it. It's actually the most violent he's actually ever gotten in the duology!

And then, of course, despite the hamon healing he then gives Jotaro, Jotaro dies. He chose to stay with Kakyoin, and ended up causing Jotaro's death. I think it fits really well for the sort of themes I was going for with the fic, tragedy and how Joestars pull people they care about into pain and suffering because of fate and such. God, if only I decided to keep Jotaro dead...it would've fit a lot better.

Ok as I'm writing this I've just realised that literally every character death in the series can be linked back to Joseph and his choices. God. That was completely unintentional but holy shit it fits the theme so well. Like, he tries his hardest to have people not die and ends up killing them in the process, it gets to the point where he's actively trying to bend the narrative to his will, making threats to a God (me) that he can quite literally never follow up on because I am flesh and bone, and he's just pixels on a screen and bits of data...He needs choccy milk, maybe that'll fix everything I've put him through

Ok I am definitely going to end up getting sidetracked so I'm gonna end this little rant thing very soon. I just really love the Dio beatdown given by Joseph, it's as if his pent up feelings towards himself are being channelled into that beatdown and just. Breadcrust Crusaders Joseph my beloved

#me when I forger to tag this #ask game answers #jjba #joseph joestar #dio brando #Breadcrust Crusaders #blood tw #nibwhip doodles

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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Hello its oc anon and I am back with the Shiloh lore. I'm glad you liked my ocs and stuff they're pretty swag. So, let's start;

After the events of part three, Shiloh and Ayumu settle down into Morioh, where part four takes place. Shiloh has been quarantined inside all day because, y'know, vampire. They also adopt Santana because yes. They do visit their stand user friends from their part, though are just getting a well deserved break. During the whole part four murder case, Shiloh and Ayumu have been brought in to help investigate, and Rohan uses his stand to make Shiloh able to walk in the sun, yay. Jotaro goes and visits his wife. I don't have any plans for part four so we'll move right along.

Part five, Ayumu gets dropped into Italy instead of Koichi to investigate Dio's son and the disappearance of Polnareff. Joins Passione in Risotto's gang where she, when fighting Bucciarati's gang, finds Giorno and dictates that this is Dio's son. After explaining the two make a pact where Ayumu won't let La Squadra hurt Giorno's squad and likewise. Though everyone else is out of the loop. Plot follows along and good news, Polnareff is no longer a turtle :)

I actually don't have plans for Stone Ocean lol they already beat up Pucci in part three :,) so ig Shiloh and Ayumu are off at Disneyland or smthn. The universe doesn't reset tho since the SBR-verse was already there.

Speaking of SBR, I do have plans for that. Seeing as D4C is an alternate universe bending stand Shiloh will catch wind of this, because of a stand that watches over the universes and stuff, who instructs Shiloh to fix it and kill the president. Ayumu will sadly not be joining but someone else will [another oc :0]. His name's Goliath and his stand is Spider Dance. Goliath is participating in the race and making alliances while Shiloh tries to find out more about the President.

Other than that there isn't anything planned for Jojolion, sice Shiloh and Goliath have no reason to continue staying there. That is all the lore :) Thanks for letting me share these with you I love sharing these it's so fun.

-Oc Anon

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 ooooooooooo that sounds like a lot of fun

aLSO I SAW THAT UNDERTALE REFERENCE-

#oc thoughts are always so fun #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #not my oc #sb answers #oc anon

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jotawife · 1 year

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Vento Auero Final Thoughts

Each JoJo part has been consistently better so going into part 5 I had high hopes after how much I loved part 4. While I enjoyed the characters the whole part felt…boring. I was around episode 22 when I was thinking “nothing is happening.” They were defending the bosses daughter from enemy stands and going from place to place, but it just wasn’t connecting with me.

And then there’s Giorno. I was so excited to see this character and his introduction did not disappoint. His stand ability was really inventive and I liked seeing him use it. But after the first episode, he became a side character to the Bucciarati gang. It had been spoiled for me that Giorno Giovanna was the son of Johnathan Joestar and Dio. That concept alone and the conflict it could create for the character was exciting to me. How would he deal with knowing one of his father’s killed the other? Would he have any vampiric blood in him because of Dio? I assumed that Jotaro would show up and explain his parentage to him much the way he did to Josuke. It’s wild that Trish had the story that coming to terms with her power hungry evil father and what it meant to be related to him. But for Giorno that wasn’t even a plot point nor was it ever brought up. So far he is the most boring JoJo despite so much potential.

The arrow plot line was brought in near the very end and went so fast I wondered what was even the point. The highlight of the arrow and trying to find the boss was my guy, my one and only, the love of my life JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF. The way I screamed when I realized it was him and then the waves and waves sadness. My heart was breaking when during his last moments of life he remembered the Stardust Crusaders and I started to cry. Only for the next episode to start and his body is only dead and his spirit is in the turtle!!!! He deserved so much more.

The villain was suitable, I guess. The twist of Doppio/Diavolo was certainly a different take. I didn’t hate it and it made for some interesting moments. His stand was incredibly confusing and defeat by Giorno was lackluster. The absolute hell of living different deaths over and over again was some existential horror I wasn’t prepared for. Wish Giorno had just killed him and been done with it

Poor Abbachio. His death was maybe the most heartbreaking because of Narancia reaction. The way he refused to believe it and then broke down got to me.

Poor Narancia. The moment he said he was excited to go back to school I knew baby boy was done for. He was taken out so fast and the slow dawn horror for all the characters was brutal to watch. Mista sobbing and screaming over him was awful. It actually made me cry.

Poor Bucciarati. He was a good leader and admired the way he had boundless compassion for others that brought his team together. His death was slow and inevitable but it didn’t make it any easier when he was gone for good. He might be my favorite from the group.

Poor Mista. He lost everyone. 💔 I liked him a lot, too. Him and the Sex Pistols were a lot of fun.

Overall, part 5 was my least favorite JoJo part. If I had to rank it right now it would be:

Diamond is Unbreakable

Stardust Crusaders

Battle Tendency

Phantom Blood

Vento Auero

#jjba part 5 #jjba vento auero #jjba spoilers

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mx-sinisters · 1 year

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your animanga secret santa is BACK!!! golly i hope your fingers are okay? It's always horrible when you burn yourself. Your haircut sounds ace though, isn't it refreshing to have a big cut. So freeing!!! My week has been completely chaotic, but that's just how moves are! I've also been dealing with my MIL staying with us, so I am very much ready for a break from them! I did have a more anime related question - do you like any fights in jjba part 3 in particular?

yep yep, i'm all good and fingers fully healed (thankfully). i hope your mother-in-law isn't driving you too crazy and you get that well-deserved break!

my favorite fight is the final one with dio. it's action-packed and develops at a good pace. the stakes are high but i also like how ridiculous it is (road roller will always make me scream laugh).

as for smaller battles, i like polnareff/kakyoin vs j geil, joseph/avdol vs mariah, jotaro vs terence d'arby, and polnareff/iggy vs vanilla ice. what are some of your favorites?

#ask #animangasecretsanta

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jojosbabe · 3 years

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Polnareff didn't deserve the crap he got.

Polnareff deserved to be left the fuck alone in france and live his life in peace.

He already lost enough. Why take from him even more?

It just pains me to see both canon and fandom treat him and his stand like shit sometimes.

Sorry. I just get hurt everytime i think about it.

#jojos bizarre adventure #self ship #self shipping #self shipping is the only shipping i do #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff #polnareff deserves better #polnareff deserves a break #good god

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ettufruitus · 3 years

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Poolnareff

#jjba #jjbafanart #polnareff #jojoctober #summer #jojo's bizarre adventure #He deserves a break #my art

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Can I have Kakyoin x fem!reader, where she comforts him after Egypt events. Helping him with his nightmares, panicking and being there for him?

Oh crap, I misunderstood that for Kakyoin comforting the reader... I keep messing up the requests aaa

I hope you don't mind if it's the other way around but both of them tries to comfort each other at the end.

Kakyoin x Reader (Platonic-ish?)

Warnings: Angsty, SDC end spoilers hinted, TW for Intense gore at some point (mentions of death), a bit dialogue-heavy? Too tired to do grammar/spelling checks and a tad bit rushed.

Having a hard time breathing, you dialed his home's telephone. Your hands were cold and trembling as you tried to compose yourself to type out the numbers before the tears burst and you were successful. All you need to do was wait for him to pick up.

Breathing heavily, you held the telephone close. It rang and rang. With each ring, your anxiety bubbled up.

"Y/N? Are you there?" He picked up the phone. It was silent on his side excluding your shaky breathing. He spoke again worriedly, "Hello?" Then finally, a noise came out of you. A choked sob and a whimper of his name. "Ka-kakyoin..."

"I-I... I miss them so much..."

Stinging tears slowly fell on your cheeks as you repeated it. Murmuring their names and telling him how much you missed them until strangled sobs and gibberish came from your line. Kakyoin grips the telephone, listening to your crying until it became unbearable for him.

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Please wait for me."

His lips curved further down when he arrived. He found you in the halls, sitting on the floor with the telephone on your chest in a tight hold.

It was silent and lonely in your home. Rhythmic tapping from his shoes and your ragged breathing can only be heard. During his approach, he had taken notice that you were unhealthier than usual. Face ruined with tears and heavy eyebags from sleepless nights.

"Y/n..." He calls out to you gently, afraid that if he raises his voice any higher you would shatter. But what's there to shatter when you were already broken?

"Pol... Polnareff took my place... It should've been me!" You cried. Warm tears fell like waterfalls on your face. It was hard not to break down after the incidents that occurred. "I wish I died instead... He didn't deserve it..." He kneels beside you, hands hesitating on whether to put a hand on your shoulder or not.

"N/n... Polnareff didn't deserve it but neither do you." His words fell deaf to your ears, sobbing harshly and shaking. Your hands were feeling numb from gripping the telephone too harshly but you could care less.

You were in a daze, dark thoughts and voices were in your head. A memory of Polnareff played over and over. He stood in front of you, asking you to run whilst he took care of DIO and so you did. But as you check behind you, Polnareff gets split open, gored alive. His innards spilled out as well as much blood and at that time you saw the eyes of the devil, mocking you for your cowardness.

"Y/N!"

"H-huh?!" You snap back into reality. Kakyoin has his hands cupping your face and staring into your eyes with a solemn look.

"Y/n... I know it's hard... We're all going through tough times right now but I'm sure he wanted you to live to your fullest. He wants you to be happy... It's not your fault." He caresses your cheeks with his thumb, wiping the burning salty tears away and somehow he also swiped your sadness away.

"Thank you for coming and helping me through this, Nori..." You pulled him into a hug. He grunts, wincing as he taps your shoulder. "I'm still healing..." With guilt, you let go and profusely apologized to the boy for forgetting his wound and accidentally touching it.

He tells you not to fret too much about it but you can't help staring at him, eyes pooling with tears once again. "If I were a minute late I would've lost you too..." You glance at his abdomen and back to his scarred eyelids. He gives you a small smile, a contrast to your frowning and light sobbing.

"But you came for me. You saved me." Kakyoin pulls you into a hug, careful to not hit his wounded abdomen.

You continued to sob into his shoulder. Holding into his clothes with such grip, he's afraid you'll tear it apart. Getting tired, he helps you stand up and takes you to your room rather than crying all night on the cold dirty floor. By the time you arrived at the door, you regained your composure.

Reaching the bed, you tiredly laid down on the mattress. "Thank you, Nori." You softly smiled at him. The first smile you've done in a while.

"I should be saying that, Y/N." He chuckles. After that, you both basked in the comfortable silence of shared pain. Noticing your drowsy eyes, he turned on his heel, planning to head back into his home only to be stopped by your hand. You grasp his hand tightly, asking for him to stay a little while longer.

"It's not safe for an injured person to be going out so late at night... I'm sorry for making you go here..." He shakes his head, turning back around and sitting on the edge of your bed. "It's alright, Y/N. I can't bear to see and hear you sad."

Scoffing, you joked, "Sounds a bit cheesy..." Trying to lighten the mood. He agrees with a snicker. "Yeah..." And now you were met back with silence. You laid there, looking at the ceiling, thinking.

"Can you sleep with me? I just don't feel comfortable sleeping alone anymore... If you don't mind." You scooted over, patting the empty spot for him. Your bed was big enough to fit at least another more person.

He laid down facing you. "This... This reminded me of that one time when the three of us had to share a room... We talked jotaro's ear off!" You giggled along with Kakyoin, reminiscing the memory. "He got so angry at us too... By the end of it, he just slept on the floor..!" You giggled again with Kakyoin.

And so, the two of you continued to converse as a way to momentarily forget the pain in your hearts. Before you even know it, you had fallen asleep while talking with him.

You had a dreamless sleep. But I couldn't say the same for Kakyoin as he thrashed around, violently turning left and right causing you to wake up. "No-Noriaki!"

Kakyoin's eyes shot open, his cheeks stained with tears and his chest heaved up and down. "A-ah." He clutches his abdomen, looking at you apologetically. "I'm so sorry for waking you up, Y/N..."

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" You brushed away his apology as you went over his leg to turn on the lights. The moment you turned on the lamp, you looked at him in horror. His shirt was stained dark red as well as his hand and his face was contorted into a mix of pain, fear, and guilt.

You rush into the bathroom to get your first aid kit, stumbling here and there out of panic. With a small tub of water and clean rag along with a first aid kit, you returned to him. You gently strip him of his shirt and cut off the stained gauze.

"Thank God the stitches didn't get messed up... Although you slightly reopened your wound... It's not too bad." His ribcage can be seen due to the lack of nutrients and the big scarring wound on his stomach made you nervous. It was such a fatal wound... But he pulled through it.

"Tell me, does it hu...-rt...." Looking up at him, he was holding his shirt. He furrows his brows with jaded eyes starting into the wall as he mutters, "He's still alive..." He stayed silent after that ominous sentence as you gently treated the wound with care and wrap it back up with fresh gauze.

While you wrapped his abdomen you realized what he was saying. "It's... Impossible... Jotaro defeated him!"

"But I saw him in my dream... He- He was coming after you..! Y...you and Jotaro..." His eyes were getting blurry, he balled his hand into a fist as he held his bloody shirt.

"I don't want to lose more..." Remembering how he comforted you earlier gave you determination. Grabbing his shoulders, you looked at him in the eye with such fierceness. "Don't worry Kakyoin, we won't lose anymore... We'll get stronger and take him head-on." You grasp his bloody hands with yours. "I promise."

Kakyoin never felt such passionate feelings emitting from you, he stared in awe and disbelief soon nodding his head and agreeing with your words. "Yeah... Yeah!" Grinning at each other like idiots.

You grabbed the damp cloth, cleaning his hands and wiping his tears. "I'll get you a new shirt and a glass of water." Slowly but progressively, you two healed and grew stronger with the help of each other.

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