Hello, call me Ace! This is a sideblog for me to store all my JoJo headcanons. Expect scenarios, random ideas, maybe small fics here and there. I've read most of JoJo, except part 6 (which I'll be getting to soon I promise). Be sure to check the rules tag before requesting!
every once in a while i think about this blog and whether i wanna bring it back or not. still haven’t come to a real conclusion on that, even with my interest slowly being rekindled with the part 5 anime. for everyone who’s still following me, thanks for that and i’m sorry for more or less abandoning the blog.
i’ve had idle thoughts about changing this to a multifandom blog, since i do still enjoy writing and there are plenty of fandoms i’m sort of part of that i’d be willing to write for, but i’m not sure. if anyone’s interested in seeing a return that way, well, not gonna lie that’s probably more likely than me continuing as jojo-only. but hey, it’s been a while since i’ve been active in the jojo fandom in general, maybe it’s just time for me to start over on a new blog.
I keep seeing responses like this on my posts about Fugo, and I wanna make it clear.
Fugo didn’t need to redeem himself.
I know it’s a bit of a meme to say this, but Fugo really actually didn’t do anything wrong by deciding to not follow Bruno on that boat. Bruno gave them an actual real choice, without consequences, to decide to follow him or not. He specifically said he wasn’t going to order them to follow him or to stay, it was 100% a choice they would have to make on their own.
Fugo made the rational decision in his mind to not betray the organization that LITERALLY RUNS ALL OF ITALY!
Trish was, really, none of their business. If the Boss wanted to kill her, in his eyes, why couldn’t they have just turned a blind eye to it like they did every other crime the organization did and even ordered them to do. The Boss murdering Trish really is small potatoes when it comes to the shit Passione does on the daily. I’m not saying what the Boss did was right, because Gdd it wasn’t.
However, the way Fugo sees it. The organization has been good to him, Bruno and it saved him from a life on the streets and rewarded him for being a faithful and loyal gang member. Bruno betrayed him in his eyes, completely destroyed the safety net he had with the gang, and for what? A girl they didn’t even know?
Fugo was and still is a scared teenager asked to make an incredibly difficult decision. The type of character Fugo is, and how he reacts and responds to the world is very different than how someone like Narancia does. Which is why Narancia in the end decided he wanted to go with Bruno. Taking his character, his backstory, and everything about him into account, he is a survivor. That’s who he is, and going with Bruno, to him, was signing his death warrant. He didn’t want that, he just didn’t want to die.
Wanting to live isn’t a crime or something someone needs redemption for.
Wow, it's been a while huh? Maybe this blog will come back to life when a part five announcement finally comes and I get hyped back up on jojo again. But, as of right now, I'm largely unmotivated. Not just with this blog, but in general. RL's been a bitch, and wow a lot of shit has happened since my last real post. So, consider this the "official" hiatus announcement, for all 209 of you still following. And holy shit, that's 209 more followers than I ever expected to have, and I can't believe so many of y'all have stuck around this long. So thank you for sticking around. Maybe one day, when my favorite golden boy and his group of fashion disasters finally appear onscreen, I'll return. But until then, I guess this is me taking a break from the fandom. Good luck to all of you, and I hope your 2018 is a lot better than your 2017.
hi hello !! i hope this isn't too presumptious of me to ask for, but can a brand new jojo imagines blog get a shout out please ?? you can find my terrible attempts at quenching thirst over at jojobaes - please read the rules if you're interested and send me all the requests !! ♡
Oh h e l l yeah! My blog is uh, dead atm (oops), so y’all who are still waiting for me to get off my lazy ass and get motivated go check out @jojobaes !
Holy shit-- I uh, I apologize for how long these are. I had fun.
35. A character you relate to?
There are a few, but the answer I’m givin here is gonna be sad—Jotaro. Not because of the edgy boy thing (though that certainly helps), but because of how bad he is at expressing his emotions. Because honestly, s a m e. I’m so bad at keeping up close personal relationships, and I’d sooner keep up my “I’ve got everything under control” act than admit I need help. Jotaro is such a damn mood to me for all the wrong reasons, tbh. On a lighter note, Abbacchio. Because we’d both die for the aesthetic, grumpy af, would die for the people we value most, have a lot of regrets and we’d both rather drink the problems away. …I swear that was lighter in my head.
37. A character you don’t understand the hype over?
Okay, don’t murder me but Kira. Specifically part 4 Kira, because I fuckin love part 8 Kira—Okay, I get it, he’s attractive as hell but I don’t get why so many people want to date hand daddy. Especially considering his girlfriends. But y’know, that’s a personal thing; I love all y’all Kira fuckers.
47. Moment you wish could have happened?
G o d, there are so many of these. One of the biggest would be some kind of bonding moment between Joseph and Jotaro after the final battle with Dio. Mainly Joseph comforting his grandson, assuring him that he did the best he could’ve done. I also really wish Joseph was less senile in part 4, so he could’ve been more active with Josuke. Maybe he could’ve taught him Hamon? And for something *not* Joseph related, I would’ve loved to see Dio and Giorno meet in the main canon timeline (so not EoH). Or just…Dio and Haruno. Give me some canon Mudad moments—
…and then, as far as shipping goes (because you know I was gonna talk about it), I would’ve loved to see Giorno and Mista learning to move on and rebuild together after the events of Vento Aureo. Seeing as tha’s probably my favorite of the very few ships I love that have a big basis in canon and weren’t sunk by character death. I just…I love them together, I’m not sorry.
53. If you could hug any character, who would it be?
Okay, I can’t name just o n e. Well… I’d kill for a hug from Jonathan. He just looks so damn big and warm, you can’t tell me this man doesn’t give the best hugs. Also, Ghiaccio, for the exact opposite reason: he’d give nice, c o o l hugs. And as someone who does not like the heat, hugging Ghiaccio would be a d r e a m. Someone please deliver ice boy to my doorstep. The only other character I *really* want to hug is Fugo. That boy’s been through so much, I just want to give him the affection he d e s e r v e s.
I'm not dead and I'm also not discontinuing this blog-- I've just had z e r o motivation. I thought that since school's over I'd be more motivated but nope, I don't even have goofy little out of the blue headcanons right now. Your local cutiefly is just a goddamn disaster, and I'm sure y'all would rather have quality than the shit I've attempted to write the past month. I'm sorry, and for those of you still around-- Thank you for sticking with me for so long.
I want to be the mother of Jonathan’s children. I want him to fill me up with his babies, until I am swollen, bloated and completely full. I would resist at first, I wouldn’t want this to happen to me. But with some strangulation and suffering from a lack of oxygen, I would fall asleep and Jonathan would take me away. He doesn’t want me to leave, no matter what happens, no matter what he does to me, so he’ll lock me up somewhere, away from the sun, away from life and away from any comfort. 1
So this is another submission from one of my friends and…I have no words. This is on such an insane level that I think my mind left my body while I read it. I’m. Dear god what the fuck. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU KEEP READING.
He’ll be the only one for me, the only person I will see for the rest of my life that isn’t a child that I will bear him. This will hurt me, I will scream and yell and he won’t heed any sounds I make that aren’t those of pleasure, praise or love. Jonathan knows that my body won’t be able to handle the strain of one pregnancy after another, but he wants so very many children, he wants a great brood of children, to be the progenitor of hundreds and thousands. I’m not good enough for that, so 2
he’ll change me according to his desires. With great pain, many surgical procedures and my cries of suffering, he would somehow implant functioning labias, vaginas and wombs all over my body. He’d place them on my arms, hands, legs, any body part you can think of. Maybe even somewhere on my head as well, but he wouldn’t be so cruel as to put one in my throat to cut off my breathing if he impregnated it. Jonathan cannot have me leave, as the womb implantations are permanent and impossible to 3
remove, I wouldn’t be able to survive without being filled with his young, since the blood loss from menstruation from all the wombs would kill me. He can’t risk me moving either, since it might hurt me or some of the children, so he would give me breasts as large as my body, making them swell to massive proportions, to be big enough to prevent all movement or struggle. Of course, he’d place some wombs on there as well, he wants as many children as he can milk from my small weak, body. There’s 4
no way he’d be able to get all of my holes pregnant with his small cock, he’d die of exhaustion before he filled even half of my wombs with his cum. So he’d perform some modifications on himself as well, to keep up with me. After extensive surgery, he would have multiple cocks, at least 12 of them, all of them at least a foot long, he has two sets of soccer-ball sized testicles to keep up with all the semen he has to put out. Then he’d fuck me, long, hard and rough, even when I’m begging him to 5
stop, he’d keep going, filling each and every one of my holes with his fertile cum. After months and months of being swollen and huge with his children, I would give birth to all of his children, it would be painful. It would hurt. I would pass out, and he would smile as I writhe in agony. When I wake up, Jonathan would have performed more procedures on my body, giving my breasts more nipples for my children to suckle on and increasing my milk production to feed all the children. The tens of children 6
I have given birth to would then feed on me, my body would nourish them. Jonathan might even try some of my milk, saying that I taste delicious and amazingly rich. At this point, I would be scared out of my mind, I would be crying and screaming, saying that he ruined my life, that he forced me to have his children, that I wanted to die. He would kiss me softly, saying that it’s alright, before leaving to let me recover from the birth for a few days. With my limited mobility and giant breasts, 7
I would try to escape but Jonathan would catch me. He wouldn’t even be mad, he’d just see it as me trying to exploit my last shreds of sanity. He would drag me back to our children, as I struggle and cry out for help, even though I know that there’s nobody out there. Jonathan would cut off all of my limbs. He doesn’t care about losing any of the wombs he’s carefully placed on there, he can always put more on me. To ensure that I definitely can’t move, he’d enlarge my breasts even more, to be 8
absolutely humongous. No matter what I do, the weight of them would make any and all movement impossible. In order to make sure that I wouldn’t say anything or yell or scream or be unhappy, he would change my mind. Literally. He’d slip modified centipedes into my ear and have them chew out the parts of my brain that I don’t need anymore. My frontal, temporal and parietal lobes would be eaten away, along with my amygdala. I would lapse into a dull state of existence, completely numb and feeling 9
nothing. I would be listless and in a state of limbo for the rest of my days, my mind drifting about as Jonathan continues to impregnate me. This cycle of birth and love would continue on and on, until we have about a hundred children. They wouldn’t be able to suck on my breasts anymore, despite their size and the amount of milk that I produce, it wouldn’t be enough for their hungering, gaping maws. Jonathan would get to work again, modifying my body even further, the last thing that he would 10
do to me. He would change my shit and piss into food and drink for my children. My piss would become a sweet golden nectar and my shit would become a savoury brown dough for them. Jonathan might consume some as well, the taste would be divine. And the cycle would continue once more, with Jonathan filling me up with his young and me birthing them. Some of the young boys that I have borne will want to participate as well. It makes sense of course, they’re growing up and their hormones are acting 11
up. So Jonathan would allow them to fuck me, letting them commit incest with my warm and accepting pussies. And I’d give birth to the children of my children. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I would’ve known that this was wrong, that this shouldn’t happen, that this incestuous love was a heinous and disgusting act. But I love my children, my lover and everything that I bear. Eventually, my body wouldn’t be able to bear all of this, and I would succumb to death. But whatever happens, one day 12
Jonathan will be fucking me and realize that the same warmth and comfort that I used to provide to his dicks would be gone. That I was cold and empty. He wouldn’t mind of course, he’d love me all the same and he would love me forever and ever. He would never want me to leave. He and all his children would fuck my lifeless corpse, in a ravenous orgy of passion and filth. Then my body would rot. I would smell amazing, appetizing even. I would be eaten by Jonathan and his children and I would be 13
