#jojo stands
Bullies in Junior High don’t come to pick on the little kids at the playground no more cuz of the 7 year old that goes ape shit about his hair.
TITS
Orange and Grape juice
I’m in me mums Kar. Vroom vroom
My mom flaunting my city and my basketball team uwu
Smol reminder from F.F cuz it’s hotter than Dio’s coochie outside
Gang shit before work
Fandom: Jojolion
Summary:Yasuho’s life is tearing at the seams. The volatile Rokakaka trade is catching up to them and when Josuke unravels, Yasuho is pushed to her limit. She’s left more vulnerable than ever as she struggles to protect two men who barely know her.
This a story in which the protected must become the protector.
Chapter 8
Author’s Note:
This is the calm before the storm
“Hoodlum!!! Watch where you’re going!”
This again..
Josuke barely had time to breathe, so proper etiquette was out the window.
Luckily, he was vaguely familiar with downtown Morioh after tailing Yasuho last night..
She seemed ok when he left her; assuming the older woman who greeted her at the apartment complex was her mother… the hair color was totally different though. He wasn’t so sure pink was Yasuho’s natural hair color either. They shared the same face at least, give or take a few wrinkles. Bothering her was a mute point, as she had made it home safe like she’d said she would.
Yasuho seemed to want space from him when she left the Higashikata estate, so he figured it was best to leave without her knowing he followed. From his observations of Joshuu, he concluded that women didn’t like to be stalked.
But when morning came, he was more than happy when Joshuu’s phone emitted a girly squeal - he assumed it was a recording of some pop star- alerting him of a new text. He opened it, and was utterly bewildered. Josuke honestly didn’t want to believe it, but his eyes called his mind a fool as he stared down at a snapshot of Kira Yoshikage’s body.
His body.
But he was dead.
It was illogical.
It just couldn’t be..
But it was.
And it made his head hurt.
..what was going on?
He desperately flipped through the the flurry of messages that followed the picture. Each containing details about Yoshikage, some he was aware of through investigation of Norisuke-san’s study, and some he wasn’t. He could make out the metal clamp of a clipboard. They were snapshots of a report. Whatever room Yasuho was in, was dark. He could barely make out the text of the paper, but thanks to the high resolution of the photo, he was able to get the gist of everything.
Then his phone chimed again with a location: University Hospital.
Shaking his head, Josuke burst through the front entrance.
“Yasuho!!!!” Josuke surveyed the area.
There were too many hallways.
Just where the hell was she!!!
“Yaasuhooo!!” He yelled, as if she would pop out amongst the crowd of shaken hospital visitors. He really didn’t have time for this! “Yasu-”
“Young man, can I help you?” A wilted voice floated behind him. He turned to come face to face with an elder woman. She wore a name tag so he assumed she worked there.
“Yes! Where’s Yasuho?” He jogged up the guest services counter, slamming his hand on the marble surface.
The old woman paused to take in his appearance before she spoke again.
“Oh, are you expecting a baby? Congratulations, young man!” she started to sing. Tapping on the the keyboard in front of her. “The maternity ward is on the east end so if you walk that wa-”
“No, that’s not it! I got a text from Yasu-chan-”
“Kaede-san, that’s Dr. Kaito’s daughter. Hirose-san’s probably still up in his office. ” A younger woman spoke as she walked behind the counter to sit beside her.
“Really, it’s been over 2 hours…”
Wait.
Yasuho rarely talked about her household. From what he remembered, her dad was M.I.A. That definitely didn’t sit right with him.
“I need to talk to her. It’s an emergency!” Josuke inserted himself back into the conversation. He could hear the urgency in his own voice, heart beginning to pound again.
“You have no admitted family members in the ICU and being a boyfriend of a doctor’s daughter doesn’t permit entry. So please take a seat and wait for her to come down to you.”
“I can’t! Let. Me. Up!” Josuke grit his teeth.
Waiting was not an option.
Whoever had Yoshikage’s body was probably connected to the rokakaka trade.
Which meant Yasuho was in actual danger this time, if she was still up there..
Alone.
Their fight with Urban Guerilla made it clear that Rock Humans were deeply embedded within the medical industry. He wouldn’t be mildly surprised if this building was bursting at the seams with them.
“I said, take a seat young man!” The old woman’s tone was brittle. A single raised finger signaled the security guards camped out by the waiting room’s coffee machine to perk up.
One was a middled-aged man, while the other didn’t seem too much older than Josuke looked. The uniformed men were well-built, with furrowed brows, heads tilted in a silent dare, looking for trouble.
“Kaede-san, is there a problem?” The younger security guard flexed his arms and rolled his shoulders, eyes never leaving Josuke’s.
Josuke didn’t blink, briefly wondering if Rock humans adapted to security jobs as well.
Actually, it didn’t matter.
He was seriously considering whooping that guy’s ass.
Yea, that might be nice..
Then a familiar high pitched squeal emitted from his pants pocket.
“La la Mizumi? I love her!” The older guard who’d yet to interject, grinned from ear to ear. He crouched slightly, balling his hairy fingers like a hyper school girl before he started singing “ Oh my love. Dance, dance, dance for my heaaart-”
Josuke couldn’t be bothered.
He read the text, not sparing a 2nd glance.
Yasuho: Rm 612
“Never mind that, weirdo.” The younger guard turned his nose up in disgust, pushing against Josuke’s shoulder. “Yo, kid! I said IS THERE A PROBLEM?!!”
“No, I’m actually gonna wait…” Josuke pointed toward the seated guest area the hospitality worker mentioned. “ ..right over there. Forgive my confusion.”
Sparing the fakest smile he could muster, Josuke took a seat.
That seemed to appease everyone.
The two security guards gave him one last scowl before heading back to the coffee machine. Though the situation was dire, Josuke realized a few seconds were required to make sure he got out of there without a ruckus.
From what he surmised, there were three cameras covering the waiting area and the adjacent hall.
Two hospitality workers watching, ready to kick him out.
Two rent-a-cops who needed a reason to feel important.
And a nurse who had peaked at him during the altercation.
It was apparent that any attempt made to walk past them would be met with accusations and resistance.
He would get to the ICU, regardless.
A deep breath, and Josuke did what needed to be done.
“Soft and Wet!”
A decrease of B12 and testosterone in the front hospitality workers.
Electricity from the security cameras..
Peripheral vision from the nosy nurse.
And lastly, a small snip of muscle from the urinary tract of the officers.
His stand, Soft and Wet, swiped what he commanded, bubbles flying to their assigned locations, while its targets were none the wiser.
And it was done.
When the hospitality workers started immediately yawning, Josuke nearly patted himself on the back.
“Oi, oi, old man!! I told you to wear a diaper, dammit! F-fuck, my shoe-”
It was a miracle that the security guards didn’t wake the front desk women who had slumped into a graceless slumber. Yellow fluid leaked from under the hems of their black pants, and over the leather of their shoes to form a small pool of putrid fluid at their feet.
“Look who’s talking! Get away from me! You’re pissin’ my leg!” The older man pointed an accusing finger at his partner.
The younger guard looked at his pants zipper in horror as a golden shower flew out. Jumping back in horror, his foot caught the slick of the tiled floor, causing his feet to kick up in a loss of balance. Too slow to escape, the elder guard was clocked by the hand his partner threw out to stabilize himself.
One loud smack, a subtle crack, and both guards fell hard; splashing pee on a misfortunate bystander before laying motionless in their own fluids. Neither of them would be rising anytime soon.
Score.
Josuke passed by a flamboyantly uniformed man with a mop who screamed, “BioHazard!” on his way to the elevators.
With no one left to stand in his way, he swore Soft and Wet was the best stand there ever was.
Bruno Buccelati is dead ?
OH MY GOOOOOOD
ep 20 of Jojo’s bizarre adventure, the react of Koichi
I decided to do some traditional art again! It was refreshing to draw with pencil after just doing digital for so long!!! ❤️❤️
I don’t necessarily head canon this, but here’s an interesting concept: imagine if Pro was a natural born stand user. He had his ability from a very young age, but he had no control over it. He wasn’t even aware The Gratedul Dead existed since it hadn’t properly manifested yet, so sometimes, when he’d touch things (like petting an animal or holding a flower) it would age and shrivel. He turned inward because of this, afraid and confused as to why things would die why he held them. He had a very lonely childhood.
Haven’t done any Jojo fanart in a while, here’s a cute FF
kak is an absolute angel baby boi
