*to the tune of we didn’t start the fire*
DIO, BRUFORD, TARKUS, JACK
AZTEC FITNESS GODS ATTACK,
BEATEN, BURNING.
HAMON MADE SHORT WORK OF ‘EM.
OH GOD DIO’S BACK AGAIN
TIME TO USE STAR PLATINUM
ZA WOURDO
TIME STOP
NOW THE STANDS ARE CLASSIC ROCK
KILLER QUEEN, KIRA
HE WANTS TO 😏 THE MONA LISA!
3 BOMBS, SHENGI’S DEAD, 180° AMBULANCE!
BITES THE DUST ACTIVATED NO NEED TO FEEL FRUSTRATED!
WHATS WITH THIS ALLY WAY
WHERE AM I GOING? AAA! CAN’T SAY….
ITS ALL BECAUSE OF THE JOESTARS!
WITH THEIR HAMON BURNING
AND THEIR TIME STOPS TURNING
ITS ALL BECAUSE OF THE JOESTARS!
THEY TRIED TO FIGHT IT, BUT ALL THEIR FRIENDS DIED IN IT!
ITALY, TIME SKIP, REQUIUM AND MAFIA
HOW’S IT WORK, WE DON’T KNOW
BRUNO’S DEAD, SO IS DOPPIO
PART 6, FLORIDA, FUCK ITS DIOS FAULT AGAIN.
NOW THEY DEAL WITH HIS BOYFRIEND.
AND THEY CAUSED THE WORLD TO END
PUCCI RESET THE UNIVERSE!
WHAT’S WITH THIS JOESTAR CURSE!
JOTARO’S IN A HEARSE
SCRAP IT TIME FOR A NEW VERSE!
ITS ALL BECAUSE OF THE JOESTARS!
WITH THEIR HAMON BURNING
AND THEIR TIME STOPS TURNING
ITS ALL BECAUSE OF THE JOESTARS!
THEY TRIED TO FIGHT IT, BUT ALL THEIR FRIENDS DIED IN IT!
NOW WE HAVE TO KILL THE PRESIDENT
COLLECT THE CORPSE OF A DEAD GODSENT.
D4C VALITENTINE
JESUS FUCK HE’S A TWINK THIS TIME. GUESS WHO ABSORBED THE CORPSE EYE?
HE’S A DINOSAUR? OH MY!
ANTI-HERO THEN DIED.
I CANT TAKE IT, ITS GONE TOO FAR!
WHY’S THIS SHOW SO DAMN BIZARRE?
ITS ALL BECAUSE OF THE JOESTARS!
WITH THEIR HAMON BURNING
AND THEIR TIME STOPS TURNING
ITS ALL BECAUSE OF THE JOESTARS!
THEY TRIED TO FIGHT IT, BUT ALL THEIR FRIENDS DIED IN IT!
I’m sad so take stardust meme
🔥HOT TAKE🔥
THE OINGO BOINGO BROTHERS ARE BETTER THAN THE D'ARBY BROTHERS.
Kakyoin does not like children, but he would be a good dad
heres some plap
holding hands while the laundry dries a little bit…
Firmly believe that the reason Avdol started out so “refined” and quiet but later turned out to be the kind of person who will beat you up with his bare hands if you hurt his friends, makes sarcastic jokes at said friends’ expense and high-key finds slapstick funny was because he started our being afraid of racial prejudice but found that he could be himself around the other Crusaders as the story went on ok–
Dio Brando x female reader
Requested by: anonymous
can i please request a fic where dio’s lover has an extreme fear of being separated from him,, so she wakes up to not seeing him next to her so she panics & searches around his mansion for him to the point where she starts crying & then dio finds her while she’s sobbing looking for him :(
Please enjoy.
Isolation. Separation. Alone. Regardless of whatever form it was in, [Name] hated it. The mere idea of being ripped away from those around her was enough to set the cold pins through her skin and poke at her bones. There had been too many occasions where such thing has happened, someone she had grown close to being snatched away from her or simply up and leaving her alone, never coming back.
I just want jotaro to be horny. Insatiably horny. Gripping his bedsheets in anger because he wants to fuck so bad, cock straining in his pants painfully. Cripplingly and devastatingly needy for your touch and unable to move properly with how badly his body is vibrating. I want him to think of you in the most lewd fashion possible, thoughts running wild and possibly slightly ashamed for thinking of you in such an aggressive way, his head in one arm and holding himself up in bed while he furiously jacks off with the other. He thinks about taking you there on the bed, then the wall, then the couch, then the kitchen, then the shower- hell, even the floor. He thinks about your deliciously slick heat and how good it tastes filled with his cum, how beautiful you look with your throat bulging around his length, the way you moan his name whenever he makes you orgasm or how the sweet spasms from your wet walls suck him deeper. Everything little thing about you turns him into a depraved, animalistic creature that just wants to pound you into the nearest surface until he can feel your legs give out.
The smell lingering on the sheets and in the room drives him up the wall and suddenly his hand isn’t enough so he grabs your pillow and desperately starting humping it, and the longer he lets the fabric rub around him the more desparate he gets, letting out low whines and and starting to chant your name more frequently, lips quivering in ecstasy and his teeth grit from how good he feels. He can’t form a single coherent thought outside of ‘want’ and ‘you’, his brain turned to complete and utter mush, and it stays that way for the rest of the night as he cums over and over again with a loud cry of your name every time.
long time no art
Avdol was literally fine until he met Polnareff. As soon as they ran into each other that man’s life SPIRALED and then he died. Good job.