ËË á° ââ Joseph has been my fictional crush for around 10 years now and this year I've decided to finally do something about it so ta-da
ËË á° ââ My main blog is @dzozef and my art blog is @dzozef-art
ËË á° ââ Some quick info on my self insert OC:
â â â â Name: Adora Dodie
â â â â Stand: Ace of Spades (luck manipulation)
â â â â Birthday: 30/07/1919 (26 years old)
â â â â Height: 165cm
â â â â Occupation: Professional gambler
ËË á° ââ Some details about the Stand itself:
â â â â AoS doesn't generate luck, it only borrows it
â â â â It can only keep luck borrowed for up to 24 hours
â â â â It has a counter on it, counting how much luck was borrowed
â â â â It needs to be offset by bad luck, returning the counter to 0
â â â â If it's not, AoS does physical damage to Adora after 24 hours
â â â â The damage is proportional to the amount of luck borrowed
â â â â AoS can also fight, but has a 2m range and isn't super fast
â â â â Adora inherited a Stand from her father, but isn't aware
â â â â She also doesn't know what Stands are to begin with
â â â â She calls it a 'ghost that haunts her and makes her gamble'
ËË á° ââ I'm working on writing it all down as a fanfic or something along those lines, but for now here is the basic storyline:
â â â â The story starts in 1945, with the war ending
â â â â All the events of Part 2 happened
â â â â Caesar died, Joseph and Suzi Q didn't last
â â â â Joseph's dealing with new unresolved emotional issues
â â â â Adora ends up as Speedwagon's associate
â â â â She lives in Speedwagon's home for the time being
â â â â They're in the early stages of studying what Stands are
â â â â She meets Joseph over a chess match (part of the study)
â â â â It's set up so he had to lose, to test her Stand
â â â â She finds him annoying, he finds her irritatingly smug
â â â â He demands a rematch, following her to a casino
â â â â They end up in a fight with some people over a poker game
â â â â Finally start talking on the walk home
â â â â They butt heads, which fondly reminds him of Caesar
â â â â They start getting closer as time goes on....
ËË á° ââ I don't mind doubles (Joseph's a whore anyway). Feel free to interact with me or talk to me, I'd love to meet other Jojo selfshippers, so you'll probably make my day !!
Tags: yumeship, female OC, gambling, mostly just Speedwagon for this chapter
Speedwagon sighed, a gentle smile on his face as he shook his head lightly. "Fine.. I suppose I could indulge you in a friendly game", he said, slowly walking towards the other room with the help of his cane. "But only if there are truly no stakes. I'm mostly doing this just to meet your associate, anyway - I'm not very good at poker myself".
The other man chuckled, patting Speedwagon on his back. "Mate, you're not supposed to tell people that.. You're giving yourself away and we haven't even started yet".
"Ah... I fear that the second we start playing you'll realize I lack the so-called poker face, so it won't make much of a difference. But...", he stopped at the door to the meeting room, his hand resting on the doorknob. He looked over to the other man, a serious look on his face. "But I really do hope you are on the correct trail. The Speedwagon Foundation has caught whiff of similar phenomena happening around the world... If you think this is one of such cases, well... It could change everything for us."
The other man nodded. He was slightly younger than him, his hair only beginning to go gray on the sides. He had a serious look on his face just like Speedwagon, but his was quite nervous as well - nervous for both his personal reputation and for all the future business he planned on doing with the foundation's founder. This meeting was his idea after all, so he really needed it to go well and show he's reliable. He was certain this was a textbook case which would fit perfectly in Speedwagon's new research. Meeting over a poker game felt less than appropriate for making new business connections and trying to understand and better the world.. But it would all make sense soon enough. "She might not accept right away.. But I believe the lady will not need too much convincing. If nothing else, then she will accept purely out of boredom. She is...", he nodded, letting Speedwagon know it was alright to enter, "...a bit... addicted to the feeling of uncertainty... one would not be wrong to call it that."
Speedwagon opened the door, taking a few steps inside. His brows furrowed a bit, not expecting the new associate to be this young. No alarms went off in his head though, and although it wasn't what it once was, he still had great faith in his ability to sniff out someone's character. His nose was currently telling him that the worst thing that could happen here would be wasting his time. A young lady in her 20s sat at the table, smiling a little awkwardly. She had long dark ashy blonde hair with a single platinum streak in her fringe. She wore minimal makeup, but her eyelashes were definitely covered in mascara, clumping together intentionally to bring even more attention to her doll-like hazel eyes. Speedwagon slowly walked closer and extended his hand out to her. "My name is Robert E. O. Speedwagon, founder of The Speedwagon Foundation. My associate has, surprisingly, not told me a lot about you at all."
"A girl has to keep some secrets, doesn't she?", she said playfully as a small chuckle escaped her lips. She shook his hand, her grip on the handshake unusually confident for a woman her age. Speedwagon found this promising, as it implied she had something to be confident about. Perhaps the intel would prove to be correct. "Adora Dodie. A pleasure to meet you".
"Quite a grip you've got there, Adora", Speedwagon said, raising both eyebrows and looking right into her eyes. His amber ones studied hers, his nose working overtime. He finally let go of the handshake and sat down at the table, right across from her. "And quite a beautiful fake name as well".
Slight shock appeared on the girl's face as she didn't expect him to figure it out right away. The associate also sat down at a seat between the two, looking really anxious. The only thing that was keeping him sane right now was the fact that Speedwagon himself didn't appear any more nervous than usual. The associate had only recently met her (and under this name), but never once questioned it. She just raised one eyebrow, cocking her head to the side, now amused by his keen perception, her facial expression not even trying to deny the accusation. "Oh?"
"He mentioned you were Slavic, and your fashion sense is certainly not typical American..", Speedwagon started explaining, gesturing to the girl's outfit. It was rather chilly outside, less so inside, yet she still wore her short leopard fur coat - although, only around her shoulders, her black sweater peeking through from underneath. She also wore an insanely short skirt, which immediately made him think that she must be used to colder weather than America has to offer, as she wasn't shivering or seeming like she minded it at all. Her legs were fully covered in sheer black nylon tights, which told him she had no patriotism for this country considering the nylon shortage the war caused to help the troops. The black leg warmers scrunched at the very bottom of her legs certainly weren't doing a great job at keeping her warm or at hiding the expensive tights. They were merely a fashion accessory. "So I would assume you came here with the rest of the refugees at the start of the war, not that you've lived here for a good portion of your life.. The name certainly doesn't sound Slavic either, so perhaps it's an alias?" He stared at her for a few more moments, studying her before speaking again. Her smell was balsamic, an odd mixture of sour cherries and bitter almonds. It was sweet but melancholy, like a strange sadness hiding behind the sourness of the cherries. "But the lie wasn't malicious, was it, Adora?"
Adora, or whatever her real name was, nodded softly, as she started to shuffle the cards in front of her. "I'm a professional gambler, sir. And as you can imagine, the job isn't exactly ideal for making friends and giving them my actual name.."
Speedwagon looked at their shared associate, piecing together how he even met this lady. The guy definitely had gambling as a vice, it was no tightly kept secret, but Speedwagon still didn't expect to see him testing his luck against professionals. That being said, what even was a professional gambler, anyway? Surely, it must have just meant bigger amounts being wagered, as it was a purely luck-based activity after all. He now carefully watched her shuffle the cards, trying to catch a glimpse of any sleights of hand. He had seen Joseph cheat at cards enough times that he felt positive he could catch any funny movements if they occurred. "So how do you become a professional at something that requires no skill?"
"By simply never losing", she said, a slight smirk on her face.
"I can vouch for her being a professional", the associate added, shaking his head. "I've never seen anything like it - it's like a superpower!" He also watched her shuffle the cards, but more in awe, rather than trying to catch her cheating. He knew there was no trickery involved, just pure luck. He knew that the girl enjoyed the sense of uncertainty that gambling brought, the stress, the adrenaline rush... Even the feeling that you could lose everything in an instant, the outcome being fully out of one's control. She loved this feeling, and he knew she wouldn't cheat now, purely to be able to experience it just a little. "But, dear, that's not entirely correct, though, now is it? You lose a great deal, actually".
Adora dealt the cards to each of them, her hands clearly experienced in holding a deck. "I suppose, but that's not what you brought Mr. Speedwagon here to see, was it? You want him to see me winning, no?"
"Correct", the man confirmed, turning fully to Speedwagon to explain. "No matter how badly she loses, she never ends a game on a loss."
"Well... Being lucky is hardly a good example of what I was hoping to find here..", Speedwagon said, feeling a bit like the guy wasn't fully grasping his research topic. "When I said supernatural powers, I didn't mean something as vague as this..." He sighed and rested his face against his palm, his elbow planted firmly on the table, and used his other hand to look at the cards he was just dealt. They weren't that bad, honestly. An 8 of hearts and a 10 of hearts - depending on what got pulled next, this could be an easy victory.
"Trust me, this is not normal luck", the man defended his stance. "At first, it seemed like a random string of wins and losses to me, but then I started watching her more carefully. It seemed like she had some wins that were pleasant surprises, which makes sense, but then some brought absolutely no emotion to her face. Just a good poker face, most people would think. But then why would she have such a visible reaction in other situations, right?"
"I never thought you to be such a devoted fan", Adora teased the older man, looking at her own cards. Upon seeing them she gave a little downturned smile - neither too pleased or displeased with her cards.
"Honestly, I just assumed you were a huge cheater and I kept following your games hoping you'd finally get caught. Though, if I may speak freely, Miss Dodie... I'd still argue you are one. A much worse one than I originally thought, even." Both of them shared a chuckle, much to Speedwagon's confusion. The man turned to him again, continuing his story. "You could see it on her face - plain as day. She was cheating. She wasn't surprised at some wins, because she knew they were going to happen."
"Did you ever get caught?", Speedwagon asked her directly, carefully watching her hands as she shuffled the deck.
âI would have to actually cheat first, in order to get caughtâ, she said, shooting the associate a small playful smirk. âIn fact, Mr. Speedwagon, if it eases your nerves, you may shuffle the cards yourselfâ. Adora slid the deck across the table, leaving them right in front of him. Speedwagon took the cards and started shuffling them himself, though with much less ease than she did.
âShe never got caught. Not once. And they did everything they could to try and catch her in the act.â, the associate said, shaking his head. âI approached her at the bar recently and told her I thought she was born under a lucky star. After a few drinks, she confessed that she was always this lucky, even as a kid. She even said it makes life boringâŠâ
â..To always feel in control..â, she finished his sentence, sighing. âI wonât pretend like itâs a bad thing, obviously, but itâs certainly got its bad side as well."
âSo sheâs either born with a gift.. Or sheâs the best cheater in the worldâ. The associate looked at his own cards, having a pair of 9s. He felt good about his hand, but he knew there was no point to it, as he knew Adora would still find a way to luck out and win. Speedwagon dealt the cards for the game, revealing them all on the table. A 5 of spades.. A 2 of hearts⊠Queen of spades⊠A 4 of spades... And the 6 of clubs. Both men thought the same thing for a brief moment - I could at least easily have the high card. They both revealed their cards, looking to her to see if she would win or not.
Adora showed hers as well, a 3 of hearts and a 4 of clubs. âLooks like a Straight.. Two, three, four, five, six⊠Yep. And a pair of 4s as wellâ, she said, giving her cards back to Speedwagon to shuffle again, a cocky smirk on her face.
As he started dealing the cards for the second round, he wasnât exactly convinced yet. It would take a lot more than that to prove this was some sort of supernatural power rather than just plain old luck. But he wasnât about to start complaining either, as there were certainly much less entertaining ways to conduct research. âHelp me understand though.. So why would you come to me willingly? Isnât this basically an admission to cheating of sorts?â, he asked her, raising both of his bushy eyebrows and dealing the cards to each of them.
Adora chuckled. âHardly. Iâd argue being lucky is a requirement for gambling.. Otherwise you are just giving your money away for no reason.â As she received her cards she didn't even take a quick look at them. Both men looked at theirs, both trying to maintain some sort of poker face. âPlus.. The way it was described..â She looked directly into Speedwagonâs amber eyes, as if trying to speak to him without using words. She seemed to have really resonated with the overall topic of the research, which was the only reason she even agreed to meet with him. "I feel like... This luck has been haunting me my whole life. I don't want it gone, but I would like a better understanding of what's going on and why it is here. Why it acts the way it does. If that makes sense". She emphasized certain words as she spoke to him, as if alluding to something. It was a test of her own and the real game she and Speedwagon were playing now - figuring out if they are talking about the same thing without giving anything away before any formal deal is made. She watched Speedwagon as he revealed the cards on the table. "So they're all clubs and they're just a Queen shy of it being a Royal Flush... Perhaps the queen of clubs in my cards would convince you a bit more about my... situation."
"But...", Speedwagon started, looking at her confused. He took a few moments to look around the table and under it, just in case, before continuing. "You haven't even looked at your cards yet. How could you possibly know you have the missing card?"
She revealed her cards to them by extending her arm so that they could clearly see the queen of clubs staring back at them. And yet she still hasn't looked at the cards herself. The associate sighed, shaking his head and turning to Speedwagon. "See? And she even does this often, as if being smug about it helps her case with the cheating allegations..."
"But, how?!"
Adora shrugged, finally taking a look at her own cards, before giving them back for the next round. "Just requires more luck than a Straight does, I suppose".
Speedwagon looked at her, squinting his eyes and studying her features one last time. She had a small mole under her right eye and another one above her left eyebrow, but the asymmetry was surprisingly pleasing to look at. It drew even more attention to her eyes, which she clearly treated as her best facial feature. Her eyebrows were very straight, her cheeks pink and her lipstick intentionally smeared across her lip lines in a shade that wasn't very bold, looking as if she just finished eating strawberries messily. Everything on her face was carefully set up to point in the direction of her looking gentle and almost angelic, and yet here she was in all her actual glory. A smug gambling addict and an obvious cheater. Still, he could see past the surface and smell out what was going on. He didn't know how she was doing it, and she would clearly never openly admit to it either, but he knew this was her confessing and seeking help. Clearly she was doing something. He thought for a moment as he shuffled the cards. He then picked up one random card and set it face-down at the table. "Try to guess which card this is, Miss Dodie."
"It's a four", she said, her voice monotone and unimpressed. Clearly he wasn't the first person to attempt this approach.
"A four of what?"
"I'll have to guess... A four of hearts".
Speedwagon nodded, revealing the card to indeed be a four or hearts. He thought for another moment, scratching his face as he did. It was definitely starting to look like more than dumb luck. "Hmm... Now I'm thinking of a number between one and one hundr-"
"Sixty seven."
He gulped. It actually was exactly 67. The associate nodded enthusiastically as he watched her guess everything right, hoping this will seal the deal. "It's insane, I'm telling you. It's not even just gambling, sometimes I fear she can read minds".
The girl chuckled at this, lowkey enjoying both the praise from her associate and the shocked look that Speedwagon was sending her way. "Oh, I wish I could read minds, but I assure you I unfortunately can not. If I could then I wouldn't even have to ask you this... But what is it exactly that you are even offering to me?"
Speedwagon thought about it for a moment before deciding that he would like to pursue this phenomena further. It seemed promising. "Well, is there more information that you have that you have not disclosed to me yet?"
"I will only say that yes, I have a clear understanding of the principle of how this luck works, just not... Why me, of all people?"
"And you would share this information with the Speedwagon foundation, correct?"
"Only if we are officially partners, but yes, I suppose."
He nodded, leaving the cards on the table and slowly getting up from his seat with the help of his cane. He extended his arm to her, finally officially making her a business offer. "I can offer you to stay at my house and have all your expences paid for the entire duration of the research. In return I would like to run some tests, hear your thoughts on the whole phenomena, get to know your personality, lineage, historyâŠâ
Adora nodded as she listened to his proposal. Certainly, having all your expences be paid for was an enticing offer, one which she would have a hard time justifying to herself if she were to decline it. She also simply wanted to know more about her own situation. The luck came at a price, one which she wanted to truly understand and perhaps even keep under control better. She extended her own arm to him as well, shaking his hand firmly. Speedwagon let go of her hand and started walking away, subtly gesturing to his associate to follow him so that they could discuss the oil business somewhere more private. He turned to her one last time, giving her a reassuring look. "Come to my house tomorrow and we'll get you settled in and start with the basics - getting to know each other." He then pointed to the associate. "He'll make sure you are given the proper address as well as take care of any transportation needs to my property for you or your luggage. Alright?"
Both Adora and the associate nodded. "Understood", she said, still thinking about this whole thing in her head. It was a little insane, perhaps even very risky on her end, but she was certain that she would have realised by now if this meeting was a stroke of bad luck rather than just an interesting new experience. And she definitely wouldn't mind shaking up the monotone routine she built up lately that consisted of nothing but her hotel room and various casinos. Perhaps it was the perfect time to get to know herself and her history better. "I will be there after lunch, then."
tfw your chess opponent is kind of a smug cheating bitch that has a magical luck borrowing ghost haunting her that you cant see or even know exists but it still makes you lose every single match in the most stupid way possible
I also am in a relationship with Joseph. And Jonathan. And Caesar. And Jotaro. (What can I say, I'm a Jojosexual) You nursing any other fictional crushes?
hi hi !! being a jojosexual is so real, i cant blame you ahahahah
hmmm joseph is pretty much my only genuine fictional crush, i suppose? plus ive liked him for over 10 years now, so no other character can beat that in my eyes, which is why he reigns supreme
from jjba specifically i really like mista, but i think hes like the single least compatible character on this earth with me which is kind of funny (we have literal opposite ocd lmao)
also.... yes.... every single character ive ever liked from any source is somehow always an estp
hi! fellow joseph yumeshipper đ adoras stand is so cool!! also you're the only other shipper i've seen make their self insert older than joseph! i thought it was just me!
hello hello !! thank you so muchhh youre too sweet ;u; im lowkey nervous i didnt expect to actually get to talk to anyone on here haha
the age was such a weird spot for me actually, cause when i first got into jojo joseph was older than me.. but now i came to the conclusion.. yeah. yeah hed probably tease me with ''sure grandma lets get you back to bed'' or smth whenever i opened my mouth to speak and id eat that shit up
