#stands

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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.

To all you SPN shitbeetles out there who waged campaigns against Jared’s ‘Walker’ before it even launched, with claims of copaganda and racism and working with the “nasty c/w”, you look like absolute fools right now.

(Yeah, I know, I know, but I promise I’ll post more entertaining fare in the weeks to come…)

How’s that “White Walker” campaign working out for ya? “They Silenced Us” and “BoycottTheCW”?

What clumsy tap dancing are you doing as we speak to excuse Jensen playing not one, but TWO cops? Or the fact that both he and Misha are once again, on the CW? Oh, and Misha… poor, poor, straight Misha. Who for literal yearsobfuscated his orientation so he could make like he was One Of Us, teasing Destiel and Cockles, and keeping his fandom gaggle on the hook to buy his Stands merch that pimps not only a queer ship, but Hellers, who are responsible for so much toxicity in the SPN fandom right now.

For the record, a Heller is someone who blindly ships Destiel and with increasing frequency Cockles, and actively attacks “w*” and Jared. Or jpeg or jarpiss or j*red or any number of code words they use because they like to talk garbage about people in public without repercussions. Wear the badge with this full knowledge that this is what it means.

And don’t even get me started on the cishet woman managing Stands, who puts her foot in her mouth on the regular, thinking she’s trying to be funny or edgy or whateverthefuck, to move merch that caters to queer fans.

Y'all are mad at Jared because he dared to say SPN wasn’t about romance. No, he didn’t do it artfully, but at least he doesn’t lie. Sometimes I do wish he’d be a little less honest and just say nothing, but oh well. I ain’t his mama.

There’s been nothing but good word coming out of Jared’s projects from the people working on them. He not only casts variety in his actors, but behind the scenes as well, in the crew and writers. He runs positive, successful companies that feature good work/life balances. He repeatedly asks for peace and calm in the fandom. He seems to be doing better managing his MHIs. He doesn’t puff up to suit his ego. And he’s not trying to milk the SPN cash cow dry and risk destroying established canon (such as it is). Jensen, bud, I love you but this is probably a mistake on a couple different fronts. It didn’t get off to a glowing start, but we shall see. I do like the New Orleans setting.

Anyway. Yeah, more ranting. I’ve ranted more this week than I have all year, but it’s been percolating in my brain for way too long, has now brewed to a lovely dark roast, and must be served. Also, I’m gonna be AFK for the weekend, tending to my mom’s garden and health, so if I don’t respond immediately, that’s why. It’s not because I don’t like you. Even tho, I may not like you. Or I may. It’ll be a gamble. 

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nori-kakyoin:

like father like daughter

Josuke, Echoes Act. 2, Killer Queen, The Hand, Star Platinum, Crazy Diamond and Harvest drawn by Araki

From: Volume 37, Diamond’s Is Umbreakable’s(1994)

I kinda hate how people forget people can be born with a stand.

And I’m kinda tired of people making x readers with boring “normal”/non stand user people reader. Since when is jojos normal?

(Plus who wouldn’t wanna tiny baby version of their stand? Lol)

But like the stand arrows or awakening of stands in general is cool but it is severely limited in storytelling potential.

While born with stand. Is more versatile. And you don’t have to worry bout fucking up canon too much whilst with arrows or “awakening” or whatever the frick that is (because you can awaken a stand even when you’re young and technically can be born with one but it never activates until way later or with an arrow. So thr whole born vs awaken is pointless but that’s besides the point).

Again the arrows should be left out unless its is done really well and really researched good otherwise it messes up with lore too much and loses immersion to me.

Its only really best in part 4/diu imho. After that arrows become pointless and a non issue.

Again being born with a stand but never manifesting or even manifesting really later in your life is a more common thing in jojos I’d believe than you getting hit with an arrow off the bat or outright manifestation.

But sometimes you never get one. Like an amazing talents ,you can have them. You can own them. But you never reach your potential. Its more common than you think.

Anyways. People just i feel arent as creative in the stand department as they can be.

But then again like stands. Maybe they never will reach that potential.

*shrugs*

But it is kinda annoying they ignore the “maybe they are born with it, maybe its maybelline” stand users.

But it’s not anyone’s fault. It’s just kinda sad there isn’t anything or anyone to really talk bout this stuff with. :(