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That one audio because its so funny to me

Genderbending will always be in my heart💛 Below the cut the uniform is switched to fit the canon girls uniform at their school YES I'VE DONE MY RESEARCH!!!

Also Jotaro's skirt is a bit shorter because it's tucked in🐺 idk I feel like if he was a girl he would do that

2024 Christmas Event

Event Masterlist

Day 5: Admiring Holiday Lights, Jotaro Kujo

Warnings: Jotaro being emo, fluff, Americans

(_____) and Jotaro we’re visiting his Grandfather Joseph and Grandma Suzie in America. He really didn’t want to go alone and deal with Joseph. So he invited his lover, (_____), to go with him In which they gladly accepted.

But tragically for Jotaro his Grandma had pulled his s/o away to go shopping with them. Leaving him alone with the senile old man who planned to nag him all day long. The only thing to distract him was the snow that gave some comfort to Jotaro. After all, it reminded him of your stand. Hours passed and you still weren’t back yet. He was now sitting in the guest room alone and grumpy. Laying on the bed with his eyes closed, thinking of (_____) and how he wished they would just come back already.

As if a star heard his wish and shot by. (_____) came into the room with a happy sigh. “Geez, Jojo, your Grandma really knows how to shop. I swear we walked the entire state.” (_____)said as they threw their shoes off and jumped onto the bed next to Jotaro. In response he wrapped his arms around them and brought them close to him. (_____) chuckled, “I missed you too love.”

After a while of cuddling in a peaceful silence (_____)’s eyes light up. “Jotaro look!” They say excitedly as they point out the window. He turns and looks to see what they are so excited about. Lights. So many Christmas lights of all different colors and sizes decorating the city of New York. The pair sat up and watched. Jotaro grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around the two. Cuddling together they watched the magical Christmas lights until they fell asleep.

hi uhh heres my first post on tumblr

jolyne. we need to serve cunt to escape the prison jolyne. jolyne we can only defeat john gallie a if we serve cunt.

Manifesting sbr into existence

I blacked out, star platinum

Jotakak week 1// First Date

This was suppose to be posted on Sunday for the first day of jotakak week… but I’m a tad lazy!

Why do everyday I wake up and start simping for these people,(ps.I think ill open headcannons for part 1 to 3 of jojo)

back on my bullshit... hello nephewdad uncleson nation. I love them so much, they are so so dearest to me. Araki why didn't you give us a dadtaro hug with Josuke? I had to draw him cradling his baby sigh.... im normal.

What'd the dog do?

Hi, I'm generally new to this blog, but I needed a warmup to start writing an essay for school and this Au inspired me! Hope it's okay I wrote a snippet for Jonathan's first awakening.

(this is me rn ⬇️)

Jonathan couldn't feel, not really. He hadn't felt in ages, except for the occasional sharp pain over his birthmark. Not enough to tell he was alive, truly, but definitely enough to say he at least wasn't dead. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this. Maybe Father was right, maybe he wasn't good enough, wasn't perfect enough to protect even himself, much less Erina, or Speedwagon, or anybody he loves-

And for the first time in ages, Jonathan feels.

It begins with a sharp pain in his temple. Far away enough to be written off as his mind finally beginning to betray him, but also there enough to be cause for questioning. Then it's the pain in his abdomen. His shoulder, his leg, his heart. Someone, somewhere is hurting, and it makes Jonathan feel.

It's been a very long time since Jonathan had felt anything, so it takes him a long moment to recognize the feeling. Sadness? Melancholy? Frustration? Anger?

Fury.

Someone is hurting something of his like Jonathan was once hurt. And he had sworn to not let it happen to anyone else.

And, suddenly, Jonathan felt everything.

Jonathan felt bone cracking under his fists, the confused screams of the assaulters, his own throat and hands burning with the strength of his breaths, his life, his Hamon, and his screams. This thing, this boy, Jonathan learned when he looked back at what exactly he'd been protecting, was his, and he didn't like for things of his to be hurt.

Jonathan knelt next to the boy, and was met with a frightened flinch and scramble back. That was understandable, Jonathan must've been incorporeal at best, and a veritable sight at worst. Then Jonathan looked down at his hands to survey the damage.

Purple fingers. Black gloves. Golden knuckles. No blood. Jonathan didn't recognize the body that must've been his. He looked back at the boy who was staring at him like he had murdered an entire city. Jonathan reached out, trying, desperately, to reassure the boy that it was alright.

"Or-"

And Jonathan was thrown back to the unfeeling.

(Just gonna @ you here too in case Tumblr pulls some bull like its done to me before-)

@starry-blue-echoes

This theory has been rotting my brain as of recently ✨so✨

AU where Jonathan is Star Platinum

Jonathan has no idea what’s going on.

He’s pretty sure he died but now he’s floating and glowing which definitely isn’t normal and also there’s this teenager in black who’s being cornered by four guys who are armed so guess he better deal with that- Oh. Oh, he’s a lot stronger than before. Huh.

Oh bother now the boy thinks he’s an evil spirit haunting him, which is a tad rude since sure he might be a spirit but he’s not evil- Oh, now he’s locking himself in a jail cell.

So yeah, Jonathan has A Time in this new day and age

got a teensy weensy bit distracted.. (i was absolutely in the zone while drawing)

expect something.. :3

PLEASE I NEED TO EAT THIS ART RAAAAAGH

Jotaro if Araki was brave enough to make him into a proper dad

happy birthday Joots! <3

also sincerest apologies, I've been gone for some time, but I'm planning to return soon with a new fic :]

Alr you guys, I'm opening request box! feel free to ask for anything that's mostly Jojo related :D

I will probably write for characters from Stardust Crusaders, but I don't mind writing for other one of your favourites, something platonic or romantic, whatever you wish!

Self shipping is always welcome! I won't reply to everything though, so I apologise for that :( but I'm open for your suggestions! I'd rather keep it family friendly in here but who knows 👀

Feel free to request and I'll see what I can do!

"fragile"

Jotaro x gender neutral reader

hii! it's my first oneshot I've written on tumblr. I hope it turned out ok. anyway, have a good day and enjoy the story from Jotaro's pov! he's a softie inside and we all know it

also I miiight be opening requests soon, I'll let y'all know when I'm ready<<

word count: 1981

warnings: there's that one swear word.. at the very beginning

Each day we're getting closer to ending it all. Each day welcomes us with difficulties such as stand user or other cases. And each day I can't help but notice how different they seem. They're anxious, but they smile at me, or other crusaders. They're being nice to everyone, even though they're also having it rough to fight and survive this hell of a time. Their stand heals our every wound even if it takes a lot of energy to do so. How can they stay so positive about everything like this? And why do I envy them at some point?

I'm scared of what tomorrow could bring, although I know I must stay strong for the others. It's getting harder and harder each fucking way to do so. And yet they stay happy, or at least it seems like that. As far as I know they were good at keeping secrets, especially about themselves and their abilities. After all, I saw their stand only a week ago, and we're on our journey for about a month now. After that fight with Anubis, the stand that used swordsmanship and his own strength at best he could to crush our lives, they did manifest it that day. That fight wasn't as successful as I wanted it to be but I've never been this tired in my life to even think about it. Or at least never been while on this trip. They showed their stand on impulse, as if they didn't mean it to and yet they'd done it. They healed me. I was tired and thought that another stand was after us, I got scared because how was I supposed to protect Polnareff, them or even myself at that point? However everything was alright, at least that's what they'd told me.

My mom.. what if we fail? I wouldn't be able to hear her caring voice, would I? I'm trying to be strong but it seems as if it's never enough. I'm getting tired, each day I don't think we're going to make it, but I always throw away these kind of thoughts to stay strong. After all they all rely on me, don't they? I rely on myself. I should be able to do it so.. why am I here, now?

I've never been worried this much in my life, not when I matured enough to be responsible for my actions. Why has it come to this? Me, not being able to sleep because of them, crying. It can't be real right? When have I become this soft for anyone? Weren't I afraid of being rejected before? And why do their voice rings in my head and I recall every moment they helped me get through something, even if I didn't ask for it.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick of them being all nice to me. I've had enough of seeing their face they make when I make an attempt on making a joke. I hate it when they laugh at it even though it wasn't that funny. Their eyes, God how much I hate them. Behind those eyes hides no pity, only indulgence and patience. I'm sick of liking the sound of their voice, the way their eyes focus on me to make sure I'm okay. Their touch. Gentle touches, I thought only my mother could give them. Their touches aren't needy or curious, they seek my consent before doing anything. They respect me a little bit too much, I hate it so much. Especially now.

I've just woken up from that.. dream I've had. It was bizarre, that's all I know. I heard some noises next to me, that's why I woke up in the first place, right? But I couldn't just turn around and see what was behind me that was making all this noises. I knew exactly what it was, I just couldn't do it. As if I was frozen, I couldn't move nor breathe, I just listend to the way they cried behind me on their own bed that was next to mine. I begged to move, to do something, and yet I couldn't. It was frustrating, I started to panic slowly. I've never thought that comforting someone would be this hard on it's own.

Hearing them cry broke my heart. I've never seen them sad, nor with a frown on their face. Always smiling, wishing best for everyone and hoping to keep them safe. And yet here they are. They must have snapped, what other could've happened that made them cry like this? They were crying quietly, as if afraid of waking me up even though I'm already awake, yet they don't know that. They don't know I can hear every breath they take, or the way they try to quiet down their hiccups just to not let anyone hear them.

We all have a hard time being here, in Egypt. I should've let them cry, right? That should help them more than my simple words, I probably won't make a whole sentence even if I tried. Then why bother? I'll just try and go back to sleep, why should I care about that?

Yet here I found myself slowly turning to face them. It's dark, the only light that is emitting their shaking frame is the moon itself, as if it was showing me the way. It made me move on my own, as if I was hypnotised. By what exactly? I'm not sure. My chest started to hurt really badly, I had to do something. But shouldn't I not care and let them be? Wouldn't it be best to let them do it themselves? In fact, I'm not sure myself. Automatically I stood up from my bed and walked towards them, their back was facing me so they shouldn't have noticed me. Unless they heard me stand up and walk up go them? They must have really kept the watch out for me. Why are they like this? What happened to them?

They turned to me as if scared that I would hurt them. But they weren't scared of me, no. They must have been afraid of me eavesdropping on their little cries, that's what made them catch their breath in their chest and look at me while all I did was look at them back. Stunned as I was, all I could do was cough awkwardly and look everywhere else but their eyes.

"You uh.. you alright?" I said while feeling the nervousness build up in my stomach and a certain pain in my chest as I said those words. Their tears were shining under the moonlight that came through the small window we had in this flat. Yet they seemed to just be shocked by my presence, especially since I was standing above them.

They hadn't said anything. All they did was catch my bigger hand in theirs and bring me down to sit next to them. So I did, with a little hesitation in my movements.

They couldn't look at me, I saw the way they tried to look everywhere else but me, I've done that minutes ago, that's why it was easier to notice it. But I didn't judge them for it. In fact, I opened my arms and offered them silently a hug. I don't know what's going on but perhaps this could help? My mum used to always hug me when I was distressed, it did usually help me but she.. she said a lot of comforting words that came straight out of her heart. I couldn't do it, I'm not as open as my mum is.

Thankfully they hugged me back, in fact with absolutely no hesistation. I secured them in my arms holding around their smaller frame and let them cry their eyes out as if I was a shoulder they could cry on. My frowning eyes were focused on the door that was behind them, I couldn't think about anything logically. All I had in mind was this urge to make them smile again, to help them get through it all, without knowing the reason behind it. I patted their head a few times, hiding it in my shoulder while their arms were around my neck, hugging it tightly and crying together, but this time not as quietly as before.

I didn't judge them, in fact I didn't do much at all. And yet after a few minutes they broke the hug and looked at me with this gorgeous smile I wanted to see before. This smile that keeps me up at night and each time starts a fire in my heart. Am I becoming too soft for them? Old man told me about that feeling when he met grandma. It was similar to what I felt towards them now. I envied them before but now I see that we have some things in common. They're like a sea of emotions and hobbies I wish to find myself swimming in everyday, even dive in the deepest parts of it if possible. So mysterious and dangerous, I want to be able to seek for answers on their behaviour. I need to know that they're okay.

That realisation was the reason why I let myself slip a small smile, also in response to them lifting corners of those lips that said so many nice things to me, to all of the crusaders or other people I never cared to acknowledge. And now, those specific lips opened up a little to leave only a few quiet words for me.

"Thank you, Jotaro" - was what they whispered this night. I didn't do anything and yet they thanked me for it. Why did it leave a warm feeling in my chest? They were just appreciating the silence that fell between us. "It means a lot" then they added. I smiled up even more after those words, but quickly hid my face under the brim of my hat.

"Don't mention it." I told them while still having my arms around them. Since when was their touch so addictive? It's like I didn't want them to leave my arms. "Do you.. want to talk about it?" was what I said next, not being sure of what's bound to happened next.

All they did was shake their head, I didn't push any further, knowing how I myself didn't appreciate others doing it. Minutes has passed and we lied down on the mattress, it was a cold night after all, that was why we lied down together. I decided to sleep next to them that night. Why? Even I have no idea. The feeling of not being there for them hurt a lot more than one could've imagined. They didn't seem to mind me sleeping next to them so.. I believe it's alright.. for now. As long as I get to be their safe spot in those dark times, I'm sure we'll be fine.

That night I promised to keep them safe, no matter if their problems were huge, or trivial. I refused to believe that I could be no longer next to them to spend similar moments like these. That was another reason why I wanted to keep on fighting. I wanted to help my mum, save those who are dear to me and to have this ability of seeing Y/N next to me, simply having them close around and safe.

I felt their arms sneek around my waist. I smiled under my nose and put my other hand around their frame in hesistation. That feeling was satisfying. And it was mutual, I felt them relax under my hand which resulted in me taking a deep breath and surprisingly finding myself also relaxing in their touch.

That night, was also the night they both finally got a good sleep while being on this journey for about a month now.

so yeah this is it, I hope this small piece brings some comfort to your lives, cus I know things can get tough.. to anyone who needs this: im proud of you and hope youll be doing better soon! i believe in you guys so much :D and thank you for your time!

𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜

𝐈𝐜𝐨𝐧 + 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

He's a normal man for once👏