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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Mike Driver
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@dailyakiraotoshi
alternate timeline
@dailyakiraotoshi
I feel attacked
*Red Hot Chili Pepper manifests from a light fixture and lies down on the couch* Doc, I've got big problems and I am at the point where I will throw money at you to help me with them, or at least listen to 'em. -Dailyakiraotoshi
Good afternoon Mr. Otoshi, you’re the second of a trio I’ve been expecting to receive visits from.
Please do tell me what ails you. And do feel free to take your time, I have all day until midnight after all.
@dailyakiraotoshi
“Awesome. Let’s get right into the nity grity, so you can go home… Okay, so firstly I think that an injustice was done to me and everyone says ‘Get over yourself, Akira’ but listen. Josuke Higashikata, he took revenge on a stand user who killed his granddad in the only way he could, which is effectively killing him using his own stand. I do the same thing for someone I loved, but suddenly, it’s personal, suddenly, it’s wrong. I don’t even mind that they bisected me and then some. But the fact that Josuke Higashikata and his posse can run around like gosh darned… Rogue Sheriffs, doing whatever on Earth they want, including theft, and yet, nothing bad happens to them as a result. It baffles me to my core and makes me so angry that I could explode. There is a lot more to unpack here but this is the biggest issue.”
“I have to let you know, I’m currently chipped on my collar and everything in this room is recorded. Confidentiality in this age is a lie. ‘The Joestars are your top priority’ they tell me, anything I say against them will be taken as mutiny. They’re not perfect, I’ve seen the files. Each and every one of them is a child murderer, save their greatest grandfather. Even the founder of this organization isn’t any better.
…But neither are either of us are we? That’s where the difference lies. Nothing is black and white and all stand users on record turn to criminal activity, the only thing we can hope to do is better ourselves. Wether they believe in us or not is a different story all together. I agree, it hurts, but spite can be a drive in a positive way.”
Red Hot Chili Pepper narrows it’s eyes and takes a deep breath.
“You’re goddamned right. Glad to hear that someone in this place isn’t brainwashed and that there really is no privacy. And that brings me to my second gripe, that I can’t speak at full length about, or else. The worst thing you can be once you’re a member of the Foundation’s gang of ex-criminals, is Irreplaceable. First off, despite anything they’ll tell you otherwise, stand users they send after other stand users, like me, are Assassins first and foremost. But because my stand has been maturing lately and then I got hit by an arrow, they took extra precautions with me.
Geheheh. A bomb was planted in me, and all recordable data on me is being monitored at all times. If I go haywire, ever, for any reason, be it another stand or I just snap, it goes off, and I am done for. Because some punk with an arrow got lucky, my life is in constant threat of termination. Business as usual I guess, a bastard with an arrow comes and ruins everything. Being irreplaceable like us comes with perks though. Like financial security, so I can keep my parents fed and sleeping in a comfy bed every night, and the same can be true for me. And I am allowed to pursue my music career, but that’s all I have to say for good things.”
Geheheh. I haven’t forgotten you...
My adoring public...
*Red Hot Chili Pepper manifests from a light fixture and lies down on the couch* Doc, I've got big problems and I am at the point where I will throw money at you to help me with them, or at least listen to 'em. -Dailyakiraotoshi
Good afternoon Mr. Otoshi, you’re the second of a trio I’ve been expecting to receive visits from.
Please do tell me what ails you. And do feel free to take your time, I have all day until midnight after all.
@dailyakiraotoshi
“Awesome. Let’s get right into the nity grity, so you can go home... Okay, so firstly I think that an injustice was done to me and everyone says ‘Get over yourself, Akira’ but listen. Josuke Higashikata, he took revenge on a stand user who killed his granddad in the only way he could, which is effectively killing him using his own stand. I do the same thing for someone I loved, but suddenly, it’s personal, suddenly, it’s wrong. I don’t even mind that they bisected me and then some. But the fact that Josuke Higashikata and his posse can run around like gosh darned... Rogue Sheriffs, doing whatever on Earth they want, including theft, and yet, nothing bad happens to them as a result. It baffles me to my core and makes me so angry that I could explode. There is a lot more to unpack here but this is the biggest issue.”
Kishibe Rohan always does what is most convenient for himself.
//I should delete and remake these blogs, possibly on a different account.
Me: *playing Smooth by Santana outside your window in the hopes that you will notice me*
Listen to this concept, It’s good I swear
Okay here goes. I hand Josuke a package, right? And it is a new Gameboy Advance, right? And then he plays it and is happy, right? But you see, I have hidden my Red Hot Chili Pepper in it, right? So I can make the game glitch in minor but unfortunate ways whenever I choose.
*raps on door*
Just wakin' up in the morning, gotta thank God I don't know, but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dog, no smog-
*Me watching Men In Black*
Is this about the Speedwagon Foundation?
someone told me you were a fan of pinkdarkboy, is that true? -poorlydrawnrohan
OH MY GOD IT’S ROHAN KISHIBE!
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*ahem* Yes, I am a very big fan of your work, Mr. Kishibe. Would you do me the honor of signing my guitar?
@poorlydrawnrohan
“And you may be asking yourself
Where has he been? Why haven’t I seen him around? And the answer may surprise you!”
*Red Hot Chili Pepper manifests in the room and is reclined on a chair as if it had been waiting, it looks over at Trish and starts talking* You took your time didn't you? I have a message for you. -dailyakiraotoshi
@dailyakiraotoshi “Spit it out”
badlydrawngangstartrish:
“I am fully aware of the value and importance of information, but this is rather about how you are currently trespassing. I do not like that, and I would want you to refrain from continuing this behaviour if you actually want to have something to do with me or my men.”
“If we trade contact information I won’t have to trespass.”
Red Hot Chili Pepper floats off of the seat and turns it’s body to face Trish when he speaks.
“If we trade contact information we won’t have situations like this again.”
“Hah. I will consider it. You said it yourself, information is valuable. The fact that you knew how to directly contact me shows that I need to reconsider my own personal safety and relation to my work. I would however prefer if you contact my men at the time being, instead of me personally. They work for me for a reason and they are supposed to do their job, including telling me stuff. Let them do their job. If it is urgent or sensitive, I will contact you myself. There is a proccess to the managing here, skipping parts fucks with the system and puts everyone at risk, which could easily be avoided. I will look into your payment, so no need to step in like this again, understood?”
“Hmph. Don’t worry so hard about your protection, Trish Una. There wasn’t anything you could have done differently that would have prevented my appearance. I don’t work well with proxies, as you could see from our prior discussion, so I would prefer to go directly to you to receive orders and send reports. That way there is no potential for misconstruction, and I can get the job done at my typical lightning pace. I presume you won’t be sending me on any old mission you would send any of your men on? I have little time for such things, you can imagine.”
“Aha. You like to get things done swiftly , i respect that. I still would like you to atleast have the decency to show up at invitation instead of breaking in. I will see if i still have work for you later and look into your payment. Anything else you wanted?”
“Of course I’d wait to be called for orders. It’d be a waste otherwise. There is nothing else I wanted. Unless you have a piece of paper and a pencil I can write with.”
Are you ready for it?
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The full power of my stand
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You’d better be
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Cause here it comes
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12:50, aka, time for Van Halen, the band.
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“So you work for the SWF too? Nice!
Mikaylah looked Akira up and down for a bit. She was indeed familiar with him, from the files on Morioh. It was fascinating to finally meet someone from one of the larger cases…well meet them without having to stalk them.
“Yeah! Have we met somewhere before?”
Akira was really hoping this kid was a fan of his music and not someone he met, because if he met them before, he could not for the life of him summon up a name.
“Nah, I just read your files. I work in the archives so filling’s like kinda my thing. Well yeah okay technically I’m like a junior intern in an American location so we’re pretty much like forced to do all the filing and little stuff like that but y'know I wanna totally enjoy it so I read up on what I can. Oh! My name’s Mikaylah by the way!”
She was going a mile a minute with how she spoke but yet kept an air of being pretty nonchalant. One would best describe her accent as “valley girl”.
“Kid, kiddo, could ya you slow down a little? How come you are so cheerful about meeting me, kid? Unless, they told you about my status! I am a stand hunter, as well as a spy, and I record a whole mess of the stand files you have to sort, so sorry about that.” ‘She read my file, right? She knows I’m a killer, so why is she so excited about meeting me?’ is what he thought at first. But he was hoping that his reputation preceded him.
“Well yeah that’s it! I love a great redemption story. Sure like, we all have things in our past we probs regret one way or another, but ya gotta make the most of it y'know?”
She tilted her head, hoping that would suffice.
“Meh…” Akira is only sorry that he got caught. But then he realized what he said. “I mean, yeah, you’re right. What’s your story?”
“Weeeellll I guess I got my stand from this totally awful rock climbing accident I saved my friend from, and then eventually I got in contact with the super cool peeps at the foundation and became a junior intern! Now I run a blog all about the radical stuff I do and have an online following of fellow stand users who call ourselves the standom!”
Of course, Mikaylah was saying this in all seriousness, and not realizing how god awful her subculture of “headcanons and fanfics” about real people was.
“Nice. What platform do you blog on? Wait, blogging about your Foundation work isn’t street legal, is it?”
Akira’d hate to see this kid get kicked out of the foundation when they are so enthusiastic about their job.