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𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙎𝙏𝙎𝘾𝙃𝙇𝘼𝙍 - ★ 𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐀𝐑! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐨𝐉𝐨'𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝟑-𝟔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝. Mature content will be used on this blog, and there will be no fancy editing from me. Crossover friendly, mult-ship and multi-verse. Chemistry and patience are needed for both of these things. Slow writer, lots of world building and character development. Writer is above 25, so I'm asking you be of age as well.

𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝙔: Rei

we need to get out of here, come on . / have a Joot, Kakyoin.

𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .

Jotaro was right, of course. There was no point to continuing down a dead end path, especially when it put them at such a disadvantage. Separated as they were from their companions, to go chasing after an enemy that had shown themself and then retreated would be ill advised at best; potentially, it could be fatal. Not to mention all of the uninvolved people around...

It wasn't like him to be the one to get caught up in the chase, the thrill of blood dulling his sensibilities. He wasn't suited to head-on combat, didn't relish the thought of striking unless victory was imminent. He was, however, prone to stalling when branching paths opened before him, weighing each action meticulously.

As ever, he was grateful to be traveling with people who had a knack for seeing the clarity of the simplest path.

Knowing that Jotaro likely felt the same way as him made it all the easier to disengage, even if he'd already habitually taken to following the other's lead. Even if one were to disregard what a potent spearhead Star Platinum was in any maneuver, his user possessed a creative and unorthodox mind, sharp and seemingly indomitable. Whenever Kakyoin wavered internally, he knew exactly where to look for inspiration.

And so, to the sound of Jotaro's voice, he offered a solemn nod of understanding. It was a symbol of sharpened focus, a silent agreement to watch one another's backs... and to keep an eye out for whatever opening either of them created first.

While judgement was the furthest thing from Kakyoin's mind in a situation like this, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little bit unnerving to see Jotaro in such a way. It felt somewhat out of place in the dim quiet; all the moreso given the man in question, and how unusual it was. Just the same, he was duly empathetic, given all that he knew the other had endured. As the saying went, there but for the grace of God go I.

He'd never quite been able to stomach leaving people at the mercy of their nightmares, but waking Jotaro was somewhat of a delicate matter. It wasn't that he didn't trust him— on the contrary, he trusted the man to do precisely what his nature dictated, and if by any chance, that hazy realm between dream and wakefulness told him for even a moment that Kakyoin was an enemy...

But his trepidation swiftly evaporated once his companion startled awake, and he had to shove the pangs of concern deeper down inside his chest. If it were him, anyhow, he wouldn't take kindly to feeling as though he were pitied, regardless of how far from the truth he knew it to be. He politely lowered his gaze as Jotaro collected himself, considering checking the time for a brief moment.

He decided he'd rather not know.

Kakyoin shook his head at Jotaro's question. ❝No, you didn't. I was already awake,❞ he answered softly. It was only somewhat true, but there was no reason to burden the other with details or complaints. After a moment of consideration towards his wording, he returned a question of his own.

❝I was going to find myself something suitable to drink. Would you like me to bring you something, too..?❞

Despite himself, a slight frown worked its way onto his face. As an excuse to give Jotaro space if desired, as well as to show concern, it should have been a decent enough thing to say. Strategic, certainly, but genuine. He simply wasn't confident in it, unsure of what had so shaken the other in the first place.

@emeraldxsplash asked: [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare

GASP!

Jotaro shot straight up being pulled out of his nightmare to the world of the living. Being held within the grasps of a nightmare was normally not an issue, as the Joestar was normally able to shake it off and move on. Breath coming out in heavy pants of air, sweat covering his entire being, trembles rolling throughout - all signs pointing to the fact that this time around had been a little more difficult than the last couple of times. After some few moments his breath had finally calmed as he got a grip on his barrings, Star having been at his side at the ready until both stand and user realized who had been the one to woke the Joestar from his slumber.

Kakyoin.

"Where--" A grimace appeared upon his features briefly at how..weak his voice had sounded, a hand raised to soothe out dark curls for a moment needing to regain some sort of semblance of calm. Fuck. How long had he been keeping the redhead up? A shaky breath was taken as his focus returned to his companion, "Did I wake you?"

Another hotel room, another stop.

Time seemed to be slipping away from them, from him. They were in one of the many countries on their list - Pakistan, if he remembered correctly. He could have been wrong. A lot had happened within that day, too much so to remember a name of a country that he had not really bothered to care for. Another night of sharing a hotel room with the only other person his age there.

"You don't have to continue on this journey, y'know?"

Jotaro's words caused Noriaki to pause, his half-folded gakuran gripped between his hands as though he thought he might need to bring it to bear as a shield.

That it had been an exhausting journey was a given. All optimistic estimates of time spent simply arriving to their destination (nevermind completing their task) had long since vanished like a fistful of sand on a turbulent day, and each sunrise brought perils unlike anything they could have predicted. Such was the nature of Stands, yes, and such was the nature of the one who gathered them.

The one they needed to kill.

Maybe if it were someone else making the suggestion, he'd be indignant. He would likely find the insinuation insulting. But Jotaro didn't tend to speak uselessly, and knowing that was enough to give him pause. The question, then... was why? Why would he say something like that? Thousands of kilometers from home, after how much they had been through together, why say something like this now?

He shook his head firmly, as if to shoo away the clutter threatening to close in on his mind. He'd made himself useful; of that he was one hundred percent certain. He was not a burden, and was, in fact, an asset to the group. And as for within, his resolve burned as strong as ever. No— stronger. All that was remained was the outside perspective, then. Was the other worried? About what?

❝...Do I seem like the sort of person who runs away or leaves things half finished, Jotaro?❞ Despite the way the other's words had chafed him, his own tone remained more level than he had expected it to. Good. Even beyond the bitter taste giving up would leave in his mouth, he had personal reasons for pressing on. He didn't need the other to understand them or even know about them in the first place, but he wasn't keen on being second guessed this way.

He finished his task, setting aside the green cloth with a measured pace before turning an intense gaze on his companion, his eyes betraying his vexation.

❝You don't need to worry, because I'm not. Never once has the thought of turning back crossed my mind. I'll see this through to the end.❞

• amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?how do they express that pride ?

• chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?

• fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]

Amaryllis. Noriaki is very conscious of his outward appearance and how he's perceived, opting to maintain a tidy look and polite manners at all times in the public eye. Much of the way he interacts with the world around him is affected by this. However, it isn't all just an act. He truly is proud of his looks, and has cultivated a balance between what's socially acceptable or expected and what he prefers. I imagine that as he gets older and has more social attachments than the superficial, he'll dress more to his liking.

Chamomile. While he isn't very experienced with grief, he is a lot more familiar with many of anguish's other forms. He tends to redirect his feelings into more useful endeavors, both as an unconscious defense mechanism and as an intentional push for efficiency. It's rare that painful experiences can actually keep him down.

Fern. This is an especially interesting question with regards to this character, so I do want to start by saying thank you for sending this one in. Now. I think before meeting Jotaro and the rest of the group, he gave very little thought towards things like this. As a matter of principle, he uses logic to keep himself grounded, and tends to rationalize things according to what he perceives as scientific sense. If something isn't adding up, his first instinct is to assume he missed something, and not to jump to supernatural explanations. However, his proximity to the Joestars has definitely opened his eyes a little to the concept of fate. It must, as it very strongly governs them and everyone who entwines themselves with them. It's undeniable when you look at their history... and, well, how many people do you know who have survived multiple plane crashes? He simply never would have been able to say that he himself had if he hadn't crossed paths with these people.

It was interesting sometimes, the way silence invited contemplation. It was a matter of discomfort, Noriaki supposed-- in nature, silence often was the herald of death. With that in mind, it made sense that stillness gave birth to inner chaos. He liked to think that it didn't bother him, but the truth was, he was as entangled in his thoughts as one could be, despite his attempts to wind down with a book; and so, perhaps he was as susceptible to that discomfort as anyone.

It was incredible to think of all the things that could happen in even just one day, nevermind a month. Nevermind two-- although, by the time two months had passed, it would be too late. Time... there was never enough of it. It seeped through the cracks in the floors of every hotel they stayed at, stolen away by the hands of every Stand user who stood in their way. Enough experiences to last several lifetimes were tucked away within him now, and he couldn't help but feel as though he had changed with each moment that flashed by. He noticed more things now.

Such as Jotaro, and the state of the quiet confidence that was his unbending structure. He wasn't terribly expressive, but Noriaki liked to think he'd learned a thing or two about how to read his companions over the course of the journey. If he was stressed over the time limit that loomed overhead like a relentless sun, he could only imagine the unfathomable pressure that weighed on the other, even if his shoulders did not wilt, even if he yet stood tall. It was his mother's life on the line. Noriaki couldn't even begin to imagine how that must have felt, or how agonizing each day that passed unresolved must have been.

After abandoning his attempted reading, he stepped out into the night air, watching Jotaro in heavy silence for a moment. It didn't bother him, after all, to allow the night to clutch its peace close. If anything, he almost found it soothing. There were times where quiet was meant to be filled, and even early on, he'd taken to speaking enough for the both of them.

This was not one of those times.

He closed the distance between himself and his companion and purposefully pressed against him, arm to arm, heat rising in his face at the unbalanced awkwardness of the action. He wasn't one for touch-- neither was Jotaro, as far as he'd been able to tell. Still, without words, he'd hoped to offer some semblance of reassurance, or perhaps empathy. Was it a welcome gesture? Was it even needed?

He'd never admit it, but he was glad to see Jotaro set his cigarette down. Especially now, with the stakes so high, he didn't begrudge the other what he needed to sustain himself. Just the same, if he was allowed his own selfish thoughts, he found the smell difficult to bear. In close proximity-- even proximity that he'd created on his own, entirely unprompted-- he would rather not be subjected to it.

Finally, his voice filled the air, loud to his ears despite his soft, low tone. Since he hadn't been chased off yet, he decided to press his luck by resting his cheek on Jotaro's shoulder, once again attempting to brush off just how strange it felt.

❝I find it comforting that some of the stars we can see right now are the same ones we would be seeing if we were home. Look, over there--❞ and here he pointed towards the horizon with his free hand, ❝--and there, those two bright ones... and maybe that one over there. Once we finish this and return home, you should be able to find them again.❞

@emeraldxsplash asked: 💗  to  lean  against  my  muse.

The night air had been cool - cooler than the heat of the day. Jotaro had taken to standing outside that evening, their balcony open yet closed off for privacy. Stars were bright against the dark backdrop, the quiet filling his ears as thoughts decided to invade his mind. There were only so many days left to find Dio and kick his ass, save his mother. The stress of it all was beginning to take its toll on the young Joestar. How many more stand users had that bastard enlisted to just make sure they didn't succeed?

It was all a bunch of shit, to be truthful. His hand raised holding a lit cigarette between his middle and index fingers, the butt pressed between his lips as he took a drag inhaling first before exhaling the smoke. A habit that hadn't been good for his health nor anyone else around him. It was a disgusting habit, really, one he should have done away with a long time ago but didn't.

The raven haired Joestar was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard light footsteps behind him, eventually coming to stop beside him. Warmth had pressed against his arm, a weight he hadn't been expecting to have lean against him. With that his cigarette had been placed aside for the time being, settled within the ashtray once more as Jotaro puffed out some of said smoke he'd taken in.

This was...certainly unexpected.

It also meant he had to keep the cig away for the time being.

Well then.

@stardstschlar replied to your post “(This may be an odd question, but does your...”:

Space nerd.

​Somehow, I find it hard to take you seriously... ocean nerd.

For as long as it took him to make his point, Noriaki worried that he might have taken things too far in his attempt to console his friend. He could hear his own heart thundering in his ears, almost deafening enough to drown out his own voice as he spoke. He was hyperaware of Jotaro's proximity, of the tension in his muscles. Of the acrid scent of smoke that clung tenaciously to the other's clothing. Of the gentle warmth that radiated from his body, contrasted against the cool night air.

This wasn't something he had any experience with. He'd never cared to ease anyone's worries before, beyond shallow, superficial platitudes. After his endless days of keeping others at arms' length, he was at a bit of a loss with regards to matters of the heart. And Jotaro was a special case-- while sometimes, it seemed to him that he could tell with a mere glance what the other was thinking, other times, it wasn't so simple. Times like now, where he felt as though he were floundering to make a breakthrough.

But then, it seemed like some of Jotaro's tension released, and a wave of relief washed over the redhead despite himself. After all, it was an unfamiliar sensation for him, too. He couldn't blame the other for being slow to warm up to it. He resolved to remain like that for a while longer, just like that. Maybe it was helping, after all. Maybe it would help more if he weren't so stiff about it.

And then...

Oh. So there it was.

Noriaki's breath caught in his throat as Jotaro spoke, the question betraying a level of vulnerability he hadn't been prepared for. He was sure it was a question they'd all had on their minds, louder and louder as they approached their destination. Already, they'd had so many uncomfortably close brushes with death. It wasn't going to be easy to secure that final victory.

How to respond? His jaw tightened as he let the question hang in the air for a few seconds, his gaze dropping. A firm "Of course!" was the appropriate answer. The real answer. The answer he would have given if he had been asked some other time, by someone else. But as Kakyoin understood it, Jotaro wasn't asking the exact question that had come out of his mouth. Not entirely.

He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. He'd already considered this very question, enough times to make himself utterly dizzy. What he came up with seemed to change almost daily. His response to it, however, never wavered: if yes, he'd press on, and if no, he'd press on. It wasn't the kind of thing he could say to Jotaro, though. At least, not now. He could only hope that his companion hadn't taken his silence for an answer in and of itself.

❝I do. Wholeheartedly.❞ He lifted his head to glance up at Jotaro as he spoke, his gaze heavy with contemplation. At least in that moment, it didn't feel like lying. ❝The odds are against us, but when I look to the future, I can't see any other ending than one where your mother welcomes you home with a smile. That's what I believe. But...❞

He settled back onto Jotaro's shoulder again, making a conscious effort to do so, as if there were comfort to be found for either of them in the pressure. He didn't know if there was, not for Jotaro, not even for himself. It wouldn't feel right to leave his statement there, he determined. He was never one to shut down reality and disappear into fanciful wishes-- and surely, surely Jotaro knew better.

❝--I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried. I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, to be clear. Conceit is the killer of good sense, after all. We'll just have to take things as they come, as we have all along. ...You don't think so, Jojo?❞

He wondered for a moment if Kakyoin had been bothered by his smoking, hence why he'd let the cigarette go. Jotaro hadn't been certain of when he'd picked up the rather nasty habit, though since that fateful day he'd kept it going. His father being gone nearly on a consistent basis had bothered him to a whole new degree, and now that his mother was fighting for her life - dear old dad couldn't be bothered to come home for her.

That pissed him off more than anything, and one of the very reasons he will not associate with the man. The abandonment was the main reason he'd taken up smoking, that was a sure statement. Perhaps it was also the reason for his picking up drinking at a young age, as sad as it was to say.

His entire being froze when warmth was felt at his side, weight pressed against his arm and shoulder. Teals took a quick glance to see that the redhead had rested his cheek against the broad shoulder, gaze shifting to look at something else until his companion had spoke. The movement wasn't entirely unwelcomed, if Jotaro were honest. The fact that there was someone next to him had been a grounding point for the Joestar, keeping him out of the thoughts thundering about in his head.

Head tilting gaze looking up to the darkened sky, Jotaro had remained silent as Kakyoin rattled on about the stars, how he found it comforting to look at them and that they would be the same ones to be seen back at home.

Huh. He never thought of that, really.

With a finger pointed towards the horizon, Jotaro's gaze followed the direction as his friend continued. His body was still frozen, tension surrounding him as his mind raced in wonder about what to do with the sudden feel of another against his own. Having no prior experience with human touch - nor any desire for it ( at least that's what he believed ) the raven haired male had been...stuck.

But then after sometime and the soothing comfort that his companion's words were bringing to the Joestar, his body began to finally dispell into ease. He trusted Kakyoin enough not to pull anything funny so he decided to allow the other to continue leaning against him. A strange, odd feeling but he wasn't complaining. But that last sentence that left the redhead had gotten the male to think.

'Once we finish this and return home, you should be able to find them again.'

Did he believe that they'd make the return home?

"Kakyoin," Jotaro finally spoke, muttering the other's name in a soft tone "D'you really think there's a possibility to make it out of this trip alive?"

He wasn't surprised by the answer he received... not entirely. But to suspect fear and to witness it boldly admitted to were two terribly different things, and to hear it from Jotaro's mouth was unsettling. It instilled a sense of finality, in a way, added weight to his own trepidation and made it tangible.

When he thought back to his first encounter with DIO, even the memory of such unfathomable terror raised the hair on the back of his neck and flooded his veins with adrenaline. Not one moment of that did he want to relive. Not one second. And yet, he ran it back in his head over and over, willing himself to overcome the sickening feelings that overtook him.

That was the part that worried him the most. He'd already peered into the face of their enemy, and he'd already found himself cripplingly inadequate. Of course he never, ever wanted to feel that way again-- but he would turn and face it again. To overcome the shame he felt over his weakness, he would. And for them, as he had come to realize, he would.

But that was only one aspect, and even that much was difficult to come to terms with. It wasn't enough just to fight-- they had to win. Was it possible to live through facing that monster, with his as yet unknown abilities, with his domineering charisma? Would all of them live?

Would he?

Kakyoin allowed Jotaro's statement to fade into the night in silence, his gaze adrift in the sky. It wasn't all that terrible to hear someone else give voice to such thoughts. It was sobering, sure... but there was an unsettling sort of comfort to it, too, like pressure eased from a wound.

And, one thing he'd never say out loud: the rare honour of seeing Jotaro in such a vulnerable place was something he was going to cherish for a long time to come. In and of itself, he could be soothed by that. Thus, the burden was on him to meet what he'd been given.

The other spoke again, rousing the redhead from his thoughts once more. The ghost of a smile haunted his lips, a small sound of acknowledgement rumbling in his throat. He didn't offer any other reply at first, opting to let the silence persist a little longer. He took a deep breath of his own, releasing it slowly.

❝It's alright. Hope isn't something you can force. It takes more than that to change a mind on a deep enough level to matter. Besides... realistically, you're right. Most likely, this is a one way trip for some of us. We all knew that from the start, but the more we see-- the more that comes our way, the more it sinks in. Even if it's possible..❞

He paused, just as his voice began to waver. Maybe he'd found his limit. A threshold, at least. He raised his head and shifted his weight away from Jotaro, standing on his own. The chill set in in the places where warmth had previously occupied, all the stronger for it. He then pointed at the sky again. towards the eastern horizon.

❝As I was saying earlier, those two will be directly overhead at home by the time this is over... Even though there's no telling who will still be standing by your side by then, I think it's worth mentioning. While you can't see the entire thing from where we're standing, they're part of Orion. That should be easy enough to recognize, even if you don't remember these two specific stars. Rigel and Betelgeuse, symbols of loyalty and sacrifice. Wars were fought with those stars as the symbols for either side. I was just thinking that maybe it's a little too fitting... and I'll admit, Star Platinum feels like a symbol for victory, too. Maybe that's why I have so much faith in you.❞

The brute hadn't pushed the redhead away from him.

Not like he would normally do to those who had gotten too close for his tastes. Kakyoin had been a special case, with Jotaro believing that there were times he could easily read his redheaded companion, and then times where he couldn't. He supposed that this might be a thing for the other as well. It would be considered lying if he said that none of this had him worried. If losing everyone hadn't been on the forefront of his mind. Never one to really show fear, Jotaro made it pretty hard for anyone catch onto it.

Until now, that is.

His question had probably been expected, even so; he knew that even Kakyoin had been wondering the same thing. They all had to of, at some point. The silence that was given had not been quite an answer but it was telling, in and of itself, that the other had thought on it for quite a while. Wondered if they'd all come out alive in the end or if they'd end up losing someone in the end. It was to be expected, it was also to be expected that none of them would come out of this trip the same as they were coming into it.

Each day had been like torture; constant fighting, wondering - insecurities, etc. Wondering if Holly would be okay, if she was being cared for properly ( as he knew it; she was.) Though it hadn't helped to quell the worries broiling in his brain. He was her only son and with Sadao out of the country touring, Jotaro was considered the man of the house. So, her life was in his hands, a feeling he hated having power of.

The next words had been Kakyoin's answer to his question. A single, thick brow raised as he glanced down at his friend a moment or two, before turning his head away to look up to the stars again. A positive outlook was better than not having one at all, he supposed. Hope. It meant that there would still be hope, something they could all cling to. But the Joestar couldn't help but to allow his worry to overrun that feeling.

Didn't he think so?

"No." The raven haired male answered. The warmth had pressed back into his side once more, as if to bring a comfort to either Kakyoing or himself - Jotaro hadn't been certain. But he wasn't going to fight it, not when it was being offered, now that he knew no harm would be-fall him. "It's as you said; 'the odds are against us.' I don't...I don't see at least one of us making out of this alive." His heart thundered as he spoke, vulnerability in his words once more.

Damn the vulnerability.

"But," He started up after some few minutes of silence, "I think your thoughts on it are better to accept." It was always better to hold on to the hope presented, to the positive rather than the negative. With the Joestar not being much of a talker, it seemed the other's presence had gotten him to loosen a bit. Enough to actually speak. There was no way he could have gone to JiJi about this, nor could he have gone to Polnareff. There would have been some bullshit answer given to stave off the worry.

But with Kakyoin, he didn't have to worry about that.

If anyone understood him, it was going to be Kakyoin Noriaki. The taller of the two knew he didn't have to say too much for the redhead to catch on, even though they were still learning their way around one another. He wanted to say 'fuck it' and go back home. Turn right back around and go to his mother, to sit at her side. But then, Jotaro didn't think he'd be able to handle the guilt of knowingly causing his mother's death. That would have torn him in two and sent him in a downward spiral.

Regardless of how he treated Holly in the beginning, she was still his mother and she was still very important to him. Her life had been in his hands, and Jotaro was going to fight all the way until he could no longer do so. Until Dio was done and gone.

A deep breath had been taken, nerves alight beneath his skin. The mighty need for a cigarette was growing, but because he had someone next to him, it wasn't right to make the other deal with the nasty smell of smoke and tobacco.

♡

For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

You'll want to fall within his moral code. It can be a little tricky to figure out just what that is at times, but in a lot of ways, it's a pretty strict view he has of the world. In general, making your way through life on your own power and ambition, rather than riding the backs of others, is a great way to gain his admiration. This does not necessarily exclude unsavory career paths, but that sort of thing does begin to stray into territory that he finds deplorable.

Screw it, I'm curious. Jotaro.

Would I kiss them? Heck yeah! | Yes! | Sure. | Depends. | Eh.. | No! | Heck no!

Would I date them? Heck yeah! | Yes! | Sure. | Depends. | Eh.. | No! | Heck no! 

Are they important to me? The most important! | Very important! | They’re my friend. | They’re my acquaintance. | I know them. | I don’t know them. | I hate them.

How far would I go for them? I’d die for them! | I’d take a bullet for them! | I’d do what i could. | I’d make an effort. | I’d try. | I wouldn’t go to the corner store for them. | I wouldn’t get off my couch for them.

Would I help them in their time of need? Heck yeah! | Yes! | Sure. | Depends. | Eh.. | No! | Heck no!

He's just gonna gently tug on the lone Noodle that the redhead has. As smoothly as possible, if that's even possible.

The incredulous, utterly appalled look Jotaro earns with that.

Fucking legendary.

❝Should I be paying more attention to you..?❞

The hulking mass of man is going to plop himself right on the redhead's lap, leaning back to squish his friend.

Are you serious.

❝Jojo--❞

No, nope, they're not going to give this man the satisfaction, actually. He wants to sit? He's going to sit. Any consequences can be on his head... and on a future receipt.

Besides, Jotaro isn't that heavy, in the grand scheme of things...

[ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold.

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝

Such an unexpected apology caught Kakyoin by surprise, and they had half a mind to ask if the sky was falling. In all their dealings after all this time, this had never been an issue-- at least, not to them. Jotaro was Jotaro, always, and Kakyoin was under no illusions about that.

Rather...

Any distance was fine. Any abrasiveness of tone did not hurt. And anything they didn't understand, they let him keep for himself, as they would want him to do for them. That he'd been harsher than usual hadn't escaped their notice, but nor had it earned their ire. If anything, they'd only worried.

❝...Thank you, but it's okay. You have a lot on your mind, I can tell. You don't have to talk about it, but you don't have to add something like this to your list of worries, either.❞

stardstschlar asked: Now that he has a redhead in his lap, he actually raises his hands to poke their sides.

Why would you do this.

They jolt into an upright position, teeth clenched to bite back a startled yelp, their hands flying to clamp around Jotaro's wrists. That's sensitive! And totally unwarranted when he's the one who started it--

stardstschlar asked: Probably gonna catch hell for this bùt he's just gonna lean in carefully and whisper in the redhead's ear, "....Nori."

They freeze, except to squeeze their eyes shut for a moment. He knows exactly what he's doing, that bastard. It's really hard to hold any kind of fire to that tone. They shake their head, grinning.

❝..Mm, fine. You win this one,❞ they mutter, their tone playful. Buuuut, just for good measure, they unceremoniously flop their weight back against his chest, not hard enough for any kind of pain on either side, just enough to get their point across.

Despite the plop against his chest, Jotaro found himself grinning slightly. There would be more chaos gremlin Jotaro for the redhead to endure....at some point.

Noriaki crossed their arms and tilted their head back to give Jotaro a Look, the potency of which was utterly ruined because they absolutely could not wipe that big smile off their face.

But he should definitely keep his eyes open moving forward.

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

It's a silly little game, isn't it? To attach meanings to touch, when touch already conveys entire worlds of emotions on its own. But in its own way, it encourages the sharing of thoughts otherwise too difficult to speak.

At least, that's how Noriaki feels about it. They can't help but smile, a tingling sensation left behind where Jotaro's fingers had brushed against theirs. It isn't as easy to admit to as it should be, is it? Although it's obvious, so obvious, as clear as the light at midday. Where words seem too strong, too bold, knowledge is enough.

They're quick to chase after he withdraws, their hand darting out to catch his fingers with their own. You're my friend, too, they want to say. This is a way to get that message across, in a way they can both understand, before this particular door closes.

And although they don't feel like telling him everything, they're keen on showing a little bit more of their heart in return. Maintaining eye contact all the while, they slide their hand up his to wrap around his wrist to convey a fear of loss.

Like touch itself, this particular message carries many meanings, and they can't help but wonder how much he'll pick up on. Certainly, after a lifetime of searching and longing, they wouldn't even know how to begin again if they lost all of the friends they'd finally found. But more than that..

More than that, they understand their companions to be the sort to charge in alone when the going gets tough, for various reasons... and they understand that one of these days, someone is simply not going to make it back. They want him to know that he will never have to face anything alone, even if it's a futile wish. What precious little they wouldn't do for him, what scant lengths they would not go to on his behalf. And so, as an after thought, despite the awkwardness of it, they bend over slightly to tap his knee: Don't worry, I'm here for you.

🩵 Do you have any apparent flaws when it comes to RPing/interacting? Be gentle with yourself!

Communication Preferences based meme

Number one, I recognize that I have a very meandering style of writing that can often get off track and lose the point of the reply. I understand that this can dissuade and discourage people from wanting to write with me. I try my best to balance it by trying to always make sure there's something for my partner to actually respond to, rather than being largely a wall of useless text.

Also, I recognize I don't always connect well with others, and I can come off as cold, superficial, or uninterested when I don't intend to. As always, I hope anyone who reads this feels comfortable approaching me for any reason. I'm just awful at communication, that's all there is to it, and it's never anything personal.

Death was apart of life, was it not?

So then, why had his heart ached so much when he learned from his grandfather about Kakyoin's death? He needed to see the body for himself, to see the result was to believe it otherwise; he was chalking it all up to Joseph playing a game with him. Games be damned, he needed to see the redhead in order to make sure that what the old man had said was true. To see with his own eyes.

When he'd made the demands of the SWF agents to see the body of one Kakyoin Noriaki, they were understandable hesitant. One even questioned if Jotaro was certain that he'd even wanted to see the mangled up remains, that it hadn't been a pretty picture in the slightest. The Joestar hadn't cared saying as much before glaring, daring either of the agents to tell him otherwise. It was all about closure, assurance even - at least that was what he was telling himself. They could perform a blood transfusion, not believing that the other had been truly mangled as bad as was told to him.

Zip.

Teals watched as hands unzipped the body bag slowly, watching the bag split apart revealing a body beneath it. His brows furrowed, body tense with anticipation and hope that it wasn't Kakyoin. Praying silently to whatever God would listen to his pleaing words, hoping in all hope that this wasn't the very redhead they had spoken of. Once the bug was completely unzipped it was then pulled open to reveal the very real body of his friend.

His heart broke, aching and clenching in sadness - anger, even. Angry with himself for not getting to Dio on time to keep his companion from getting hurt. Sad because....well, he himself was hurt. Just not in the physical way. After a few moments the Joestar simply turned away, excusing himself to go elsewhere and release the grief that was swelling within his gut.

Kakyoin Noriaki was dead.

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

He's just gonna leave Kakyoin some cherries and go back to his research.

A small gesture, unexpected, but appreciated nevertheless.

Noriaki has never shied away from quiet moments, especially when they have a task to focus on. If anything, they've always preferred it. But lately, they've found that there's no peace quite like amicable silence in another's company.

And for this, there's no one better suited than Jotaro.

They glance up as he sets the small bowl beside them, regarding the cherries, and then the man himself. They offer a small, warm smile in gratitude, but say nothing; they have no doubt that he understands.

They first turn the page on their book before popping one of the fruits into their mouth, absently rolling it against the roof of their mouth as they read. (Graciously, they compromise and remain silent.)