☆ / JOESTAR BLOOM.

indie holy kujo née joestar / written by guixi.

[kuk-jo]

request - Holly and Jotaro

[haecceiity]

She’d never seen a café so full! In any other times, she might have simply just moved on to the next -- there certainly were no shortages of places to get coffee in Italy -- but, in her old age it hurt her feet to walk such long distances all the time, and she’s already had to defend herself from no less than two pickpockets already.

So, she decided to scope the place out, deciding that the nice little tucked away table with only a young man focused on some sort of laptop was a safe enough pick. Holy ordered her coffee to go, just in case, and waddled over to greet him.

“ Excuse me, ” Her Italian was perfectly pronounced, if a little askew by the American accent that still stuck with her. Her range of languages was quite impressive, and she was thankful of her mother teaching her native tongue.

“ -- Would it be okay if I joined you? There doesn’t seem to be many tables, and a young kid like you shouldn’t be alone, ” She looked left, then right, leaning in to whisper her experience thus far; “.. there are thieves! ”

@lytiphile

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Holy always jumped when she heard some sort of gunshot -- it was such a loud and an abrasive sound, leaving ringing in her ears and an impending sense of dread clawing her spine. What frightened her the most was that it couldn’t have been any later than mid afternoon. She still saw children on the street.

Most of which were unperturbed by the sound, beyond momentary curiosity. It pained her to think that this was a common occurrence, but at least none of them wanted to investigate the noise. That was one silver lining.

It was just unfortunate that her route had her walking closer to the alley she could only pray did not contain the gunman. Italy’s streets were large and winding, and the sound reverberated well, but what caught her eye was not the gleam of a bullet, but the faint pulse of a Stand.

Against her better judgement, she followed that thread and found herself crouching ( much to her old joint’s protest ) and observing the fallen .. yellow little man. She wasn’t.. quite sure what to think of the Stand as, it was nothing like Star Platinum or her own. Still, she scooped it up, noting the marked ‘one’ on it’s cap and cleared her throat.

“ Um .. hello..? Are.. are you alright, Mr. One? ”

@inevitableshott

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scrinja‌:

     numb. that was how he felt since he was visited by a handful of officers, and he had cried his out after days of keeping his emotions under control. although his tears were genuine, his intentions were not. he was well aware of what he was doing by blatantly lying about what happened to both of  his parents, and all it took was to look at how troubled he appeared to believe the whole story. after that, the case went cold.

       it was to be expected for him to be unresponsive after what happened. those who knew him, offered their condolence and treated him differently, as if he was going to break at the mention of it.

      he had been broken far before that.

      the only ‘positive’ thing about all this, was that he was given a reason to remain distanced from everyone—silent.  one of the reasons why he decided to enlist in a couple of months, seeing as he was lost in his current state. he hadn’t even noticed he woman walking beside him at the grocery store, accidentally bumping into her cart.

      his eyes were as hollow as his presence.

  “—ah, sorry… i didn’t see you.”

@haecceiity

“ Oh --! ” a small shout of alarm initially push past her lips, following the urge to take the blame for the collision and apologise when she glanced up. Immediately Holy was taken aback, stunned into a brief, momentary silence as she took in the appearance of the boy. For a moment, she stared at him, mouth hung slightly open as her words were dead on her tongue.

Frankly, she was concerned by what she saw. He was young, perhaps around Jotaro’s age, looking completely lost and .. tired, if she had to put a word to it. She couldn’t pinpoint what his presence was like other than nondescript, as though he himself wasn’t entirely present.

“ It’s quite alright, I wasn’t paying attention myself.. ” She placed the jar into her food cart, lifting her concerned gaze up back to him, directing her full attention to him. She wasn’t one to parent other people’s children, but she couldn’t very well do the rest of her shopping without thinking about that dead-eyed look to him. 

“ Forgive me if I’m intruding, but, ” she politely started. “ -- You don’t look very well. Are you alright? Come here.. sit with me for a moment and let me get you some water. You must be a little dizzy. ”

Holy pointed over near the front of the store where the chairs usually were, and a café side area to the left of that where she could get him something to drink or even something to eat if he was feeling faint.

[haecceiity]

i’m thinking about bringing her back..

[haecceiity]

haecceiity‌:

so this blog is kinda dead since my holy muse is so low but i’m currently most active on:

trish 

formaggio

and my brand new multi-muse here. 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I’m quite naturally a loving, affectionate person.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Philp Legler written c. September 1970 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[haecceiity]

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Jotaro’s eyes slid away from the photos to fix upon his mother as she spoke, and before Maria could offer any words in response, Jotaro spoke up. “–It’s not much. We can visit more often.” He stated firmly, words tumbling out faster than he could think of what he should actually say. Glancing over at Maria almost nervously, he couldn’t see if she was upset or not that he’d presumed that she’d want to come with him.

He fell silent, tugging his cap down to cover his eyes.

“… Yes, we can,” Maria’s words came out much softer than Jotaro’s firm statements. “I’d love to come and visit you often, Holy. Work isn’t so busy that we can’t come over to Japan–and besides, I think Jotaro misses you more than he’s willing to admit.” She sounded as if she was smiling.

Jotaro continued to look away, but a prickle of embarrassment made itself known within him, and he could feel heat crawling up the back of his neck. He scowled. Good fucking grief.

Jotaro’s sentiment softened her face considerably; enough that her eyes twitch and she really thought they might’ve watered. But politeness and always wearing the queenly mask had long since chased away possibility of crying -- especially in front of a guest! Or her own son, for that matter. 

She was silent as Maria agreed to her son’s statement and finally a fond, solemn smile broke out over her face, lifting so she could drape one arm around Maria, and the other around Jotaro, sniffling when she pulled them close.

“Thank you so much. Both of you.” she whispered, then giggled softly and squeezed them in the joint embrace.” -- You don’t know how much it means to me to hear that and..”

Her gaze breaks from Maria to linger on Jotaro. Yes, she might have had an inkling that he missed her, maybe indeed, more than his outward appearance would ever show. She couldn’t help but lean towards him and plant a motherly kiss to the side of his head.

“I think you’re right Maria.  Jotaro..” she began, tone gentle. “.. Well, you know you can call me any time. I even got one of those new.. cellphones, so you can text me too, in the times when you can’t make it here or call me. Isn’t that exciting?”

[haecceiity]

this isn’t a promo or anything but just a reminder that my trish and formaggio are sideblogs to this one, so if you’re a part 5 muse and get a follow from me, it’s usually because of them uwu

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hi, if you’re interested in one (1) golden boy,  giorno giovanna from jjba vento aureo, could you like or reblog? thank you!!

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hey dudes! may you please give this post a like/reblog if you’d like to interact with the smol, pure ball of anxiety himself, Koichi Hirose from JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure? thanks! ^^

[haecceiity]

Leaves a big box on the bed of the guest room with a single note that says ‘try it on’. The cursive handwriting was undoubtedly DIO’s ; set there as a request by one of his underlings. Inside, there was a dress that resembled one that belonged to Erina Pendleton, long time ago. A turquoise, one-piece. Her resemblance with her great grandmother was already uncanny, so with this, he wanted to see if she could pull off that look. At the back of the note, it read ‘ meet me at the studio.’

Delicately lifting the lid of the box – a soft gasp left her at the sight of the dress. Gently, she placed the note aside, freeing up her hands to appraise the lovely gown that she couldn’t help but think was familiar in some way. She’d seen it before – perhaps not the exact dress, it looked brand new – but, the design of it, and the cut of the cloth..

Well, Holy wasn’t going to get anywhere fingering the material, so she lifted it, ever so carefully, out of it’s box. She let out a slight disapproving hum at the neckline of the dress, seeing it to be off the shoulder. She’d only ever worn such extravagant dresses once, and that was something that felt like a very long time ago.

Wryly, she supposed there was little care directed towards Sadao now, no matter how much her heart still ached over it. Over him. He was likely still blissfully unaware that the son he never wanted to raise was..

Shaking her head, Holy moved behind the dressing screen, however unnecessary it was, to change into the dress.

With the dress worn, flush against her, Holy gazed at her reflection and realised just exactly what that familiarity was. She’d seen the old photographs of her great grandmother. If her hair was just a few shades lighter, she would have been quite the dead ringer for her.

Holy swept some of the wheat-coloured bangs off of her face, only fitting that image even more. Though she was still a little opposed to baring her shoulders in such a manner, how.. immodest. But the gift box didn’t come with any sort of shawl, and there must have been a special occasion for it.

Returning to the note again for guidance, she re-read the front of it, and hummed when she noticed the back. The studio.. oh, right. She had an easier time remembering where that was compared to the other rooms in DIO’s mansion.

Hiking a bit of the dress so she didn’t risk stepping on it as she walked, she headed towards the studio.

Once she arrived, she knocked twice, waited for any sort of acknowledgement and pushed open the door, her voice quietly rising; “ – DIO?”

She shut the door behind her before saying anything more, gentleness and gratitude in her tone. “The gift was.. really unexpected – you know you don’t have to give me any such things. But.. I do appreciate it, thank you. The colour is.. quite lovely.”

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stonxskin‌:

The kitchen was clean and organized. It matched the house and he humble aura the woman held. It had been a match for her. He stood far out of place. He wasn’t used to this culture - let alone how people lived these days. With all these…tools, they seem to have made life simpler for them. He looks around the room from the fridge, he stove, then following the gesture; to the sink. Obediently, he moves over. Instead of a water pump, it was a faucet. He turned the knobs and ran his hands under water and soup. He didn’t exactly realize how dirty his hands actually were. until dirt and dust had stained the water as he began to scrub. He wouldn’t show it, but it was a little bit embarrassing to say the least. What about the rest of him? Ages and ages of sleeping and months of wandering would definitely stained him. He stayed at the sink to make sure his skin was finally clear. If one can look closely, there was a faint line dividing the cleaner skin to the dirty halfway up his lower arm. He wanted to hide it, but the best thing to do now is ignore it for now. 

Santana moved on to watch her use the cut the produce into proportions. He stood beside her quietly until she instructs to follow directions. He knew what a knife was but there was no complaint. He carefully takes the knife in his hand and slowly aligned it with the ingredients and began to cut. He was quite accurate with her own cuts. It was shocking he never cooked or prepared food before. Well, after all, Santana was a fast learner.

Nothing escaped Holy’s notice, of course -- most likely, she never mentioned it, but when she cast her eye over to Santana and saw that dividing line on his arm, her lips twitched to frown. Well, that just wouldn’t do. But suggesting that he take a bath might be a little rude, hmm.. 

Well, she was pretty good at suggesting things without patronising, and she hoped she didn’t come across like that when she mentioned it. For now, she didn’t say anything, focused instead on cooking the meal. As Santana chopped, she brought the udon noodles into a pot of water, boiling it on the stove. She hummed some old tune that she remembered --

Ah, yes.. Sadao’s music. It never really went away, always the go-to tune that Holy caught herself murmuring or humming to. As much as there were many sad memories and old nostalgia attached to it, she wondered if Santana had ever listened to something like jazz.

When Holy went to drain off the noodles and check Santana’s work, she clasped her hands proudly “ -- Oh, that’s wonderful! You’re a natural.” she praised, a bright smile on her face to show it was genuine.

“ -- What sort of music do you like, dear?” Holy inquired, following her previous train of thought as she got a separate chopping board to slice the meat. The mother was always a bustle of activity, moving from one cabinet to the next, retrieving this or that. She made it look so effortless sometimes.

 “I like to cook with the radio on, it provides a nice bit of background noise to spice things up a little.”

[wholahayola]

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       💕💕💕   HAPPY BIRTHDAY @haecceiity/                             @spiicegrll​/ @ncncuranza!!!💕💕💕

[haecceiity]

[haecceiity]

“Two Papa’s..?”

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musaesidereum‌:

“Sorry, Holy!” Joseph exclaimed, though judging by the tone of his words and the wideness of his grin–he wasn’t sorry in the slightest. If anything, he seemed delighted that he’d managed to wreak a little havoc. What was life without its excitements, right? He set his daughter down back onto her feet, and laughing boisterously.

Perhaps his body wasn’t as young as it used to be, nor his reactions quite as quick–but if there was one thing that had never changed over the past seventy years of his life, it was his liveliness and love of life. “If you want to stay as fit as your papa–just never lose your lust for life! What was the term again? Carpy diem? Seize the day, Holy! You’ll get your energy by striving for whatever you have planned!”

Logic, however, wasn’t something that had ever been present in Joseph’s life since day one.

He totally wasn’t sorry, but honestly.. her ‘grief’ towards her father was nothing short of childish exasperation. As much of a wonderful woman she had matured into, Joseph’s boisterous and full-of-life presence had a way of making her feel like she was a rowdy teen again. Not that he made her feel small or inferior, heaven’s no! 

But Joseph’s cheer was far too contagious and soon enough, Holy was grinning a little, despite herself. She gently smacked his arm with a tut.

“Carpe diem.” She corrected. “ -- And are you sure that your energy has nothing to do with your Hamon training, hmm? But..”

Her face softened a little, a smile replacing the teenage grin that had wormed it’s way on her lips. Her hand remained on his upper arm, and she patted it. “.. You do have a bit of a point, somewhere behind your words there, Papa. Maybe I have been a little.. idle, even after overcoming the fever. I was hoping that my husband..”

Oh yes. Sadao. Holy’s gaze flickered away, then quickly shook her head once more. “.. Well, nevermind that. Seize the day. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Are there any other suggestions with my Stand I should.. seize?”

Like father, like daughter.

[enigmaticpink]