やれやれ—

[kujostaro]

sorry bout the dead silence!!! been real busy 😔 im also around @vojvode more often if u wanna follow me there

[toffee-arts]

National Geographic Featuring Dr. Jotaro Kujo.

(Will be made into a print. This will be a future bonus to my Jojo Perfume Zine :D )

[kujostaro]

⋆ midblooms‌.

    @kujostaro   (big boy!!)

oh, this is just going to kill you!   twist  straw  between  painted  lips,   head  cocked  and  lithe  body  pushed  back  against  the  near  wall   –   you  watch  the  mountain  of  a  man  as  he  watches  the  shopkeep,   the  art  of  subtly lost on you.   interest  grows  with  each  passing  moment,  wracking  your  brain  for  something,   something!   –   oh,   it’s  just  too  rare  you find a familiar face! 

    “excuse me, sir?”     velvet  voice  tinged  with  thought,   boba  in  hand  waved  slightly,   push  off  and  approach brazen.     “mind if i walk with you a bit? forward, i know i know!– it’s just i’ve seen you before, i just… i can’t put my finger on it.”

look  between  object  of  attention  and  countertop.   smile,   point,   and  crank your neck.     “i’ll buy it for you, compensation in advance!”

UBE, BLACK TEA, NO ICE.  the cheery girl behind the counter rings him up with what he can only assume to be her best customer service face, and even the thought of smiling that much vaguely makes his jaw ache. maybe she’s just like that. that must be exhausting.

he’s already fishing the wallet out of his pocket when a voice sounds behind him, but jotaro continues thumbing through his cash like he hasn’t heard a thing. and he has, of course. he’s heard every word; from the sound of recognition to the offer to foot the bill. in fact, it’s only after that he hands over his payment, and a beat after that that he finally speaks;

❝  i already paid.  ❞ and he’s leaving, too, without the change he’s owed, boba in hand. he stops at the door, though, glancing back over a shoulder from the corner of an eye. ❝  you coming, or not?  ❞ 

maybe he’s curious, too.

[kujostaro]

therapist: star plat’s fat ass isn’t real it can’t hurt u star plat’s fat ass:

[kujostaro]

@ajamask​ asked:

‘ as much as that parlor trick must impress your fellow kin , i must sadly announce that i can see your stand. ‘

HE DOESN’T SEEM MUCH in the way of disappointed— especially for a man whose plans had supposedly come unfurled. ❝  good.  ❞ as stone-faced and immovable as star platinum behind him, jotaro holds his shoulders square, his hands firmly in his pockets. star slams a fist into his open palm. 

❝  i’d rather you watch me beat the shit out of you.  ❞ 

[princesconsuela]

I am good at emotion.

[kujostaro]

what's strap mean.

it means i’m topping

[kujostaro]

youre next.

next for what pussy im waiting

[kujostaro]

@shizaze asked: "Isn't it too hot outside to wear such a long coat?"

HE’S WORN WORSE IN THE AFRICAN SUMMER; in pakistan, in india. italy doesn’t get much hotter than japan, he’s noticed, and has much better gelato, besides. oh. he’ll have to bring jolyne.

jotaro doesn’t glance away from the map he studies, and he doesn’t miss a beat;

❝  aren’t you too old for crop tops?  ❞

[kujostaro]

@kiryujin asked:  i'm not a photographer, but i can picture us together.

THE SIDE-EYE, THE SLIGHT SMILE that cheesy line earns might not seem like much to an outsider, but kiryu knows better. he always has. jotaro may as well have choked on his drink with how well he can read him, and he sets it down slowly, now, head turning leisurely to face him proper. 

the english pick-up was funnier. what was it again? feline a connection?

「   how long did that one take you?   」

[kringle-c]

[mylimoji-remaking]

[uranodioning]

“are you a top or a bottom?” i’m a threat

[kujostaro]

@chozosuit asked: if samus was to say only one word to jotaro, it probably gonna be this one. index finger perpetually pointing to the crown of her head, she ask ' ———hat? '

DID SHE JUST——  SPEAK?  samus aran, uttering even a single word? the mere thought stops him in his tracks, and his eyeline follows the motion of her hand, the puzzled gesture. and what does she choose to say in this moment? what great wisdom has she to share?

————HAT? she's asking about his hat?

❝  uh?  ❞ a quizzical sound, ❝  what about it?  ❞

[kujostaro]

⋆ stonxskin‌.

HE was expecting them to be hot on his tail given how much of a panic his rude awakening had brought them. Maybe they were and his guard was down. After all, this man had managed to find him on this street - out of all the other one’s. STILL seemingly dull eyes move to visually inspect him. He wasn’t dressed like a usual agent maybe that’s why he didn’t pay mind to him. However, there was a vague familiar scent he picked up and it gave him a bitter taste. “….and who are you? Surely they aren’t as dimwitted to think a single man could bring me back to that hell?” he grumbles at his little remark looking down at simple black dress pants. He wouldn’t have been naked, but his old armor was old. 

❝  IT ONLY TOOK TWO TO PUT YOU THERE, right?  ❞ and gramps hadn’t even known he’d had a stand back then, let alone how to use it. still, he’d be a fool to underestimate him. and despite his goading, he’s not about to start now. jotaro lifts his chin, some mild curiosity in the hard blue of his eyes. ❝  unless the old man lied.  ❞ it is entirely possible. he’s always been desperate for everybody to think he’s cool. 

[kiryujin-blog]

“just sit down and let me take care of you.” bet he's p good w/ first aid by now ^_^

suffice it to say, he’s had worse. objectively speaking. he’s found solace in thinking the best of his situation where death was a possibility all too pressing, all too real. the words set him at ease and he levels his gaze with that of jotaro’s face - not the slightest twitch as he sets to work on the knife wound sustained just hours prior. he’s convinced it’s superficial for the pain is more a nuisance than it is anything outright damaging. he finds himself on the verge of speaking it into their comfortable silence. i’ve had worse. but he is more intent to study the furrow of the other man’s brow. he’s concentrating, precise and efficient with the application of the gauze. he hadn’t noticed the sting of peroxide but is certain he’s already completed such a step.

maybe it’s the way he said it - the care the man takes in tending to him that has set him into a state of peace. it’s increasingly difficult for him to tear his eyes away for the sake of modesty made worse by the unadulterated flushing to follow. he isn’t used to it by any leap nor bound; he isn’t used to being spoken to or treated in such a way. he mumbles, eyes finally closing under the weight of it all.  ❝ yare yare… ❞

[daily4taro]

pizza