#bd-josephjoestar

[bd-josephjoestar]

Who will sit with him?

[occasional-smolsuke-higashikata]

♟ or ♞ for joseph n his boye,,, either way around, just need that Good Dad and Son Bonding Content!

♟ : Patching up a wound

@bd-josephjoestar

((I realize I have never properly drawn part 3 Joseph ever. Oof))

[bubbleman-caesarino]

Meet me outside olive garden in 30 minutes if you want an ass kicking. Wear your best suit because after i'm done we can pick up dinner,

[bd-josephjoestar]

transparent joseph because i was going to make a joke with my bf psst if yall want to play a game with me take transparent joseph and put him in random locations, he loves to travel heres the ones me and my bf made

[bd-josephjoestar]

When are we getting grandkids @occasional-autistic-jotaro @badlydrawncherryboy @dissociating-ceasar

[bd-josephjoestar]

Shalalallalalla my oh my, you haven't G͏͚̫͔ǫt ̟̖͇m͕̼̥̼̟̝̳ṳ͉̮̹͉̘c̷͙h̗ ͚̝̫ṭ͙͎im̗͠ͅe̤̹̹̩͝ so go and s͢҉͈̻̬̱̖̳͎̱o̢̟̗ ̧͈̻̳̜̞g̡̬̪̘̫̞̻̘̼͟o̻̮̲̰̝͡ ̙̯̠̻͙á̗̤̞͎͘n̡͓̖d̳͕͈̩͢ ͏̙̮͇̻̙k̮̖̟͇̞͞͞i̗̜ͅş̥̩͉̱̲͓͕̕͠s̵̮ ̷̭̫̲̤̞͙̕t̯̫̬͖͖̟͖͓͝h̢̫̭̣̻̹̀è̞̯̜̖̼͈̙͝ ́͏̮͙̱̙̤͢ͅb̙͇̮͙̤̳͡͠o̱̠͇͙y̳̙̯͢͠

Days until death/Dog Ears: 11 

[bd-josephjoestar]

You don't need words to confess! Kiss him! One or both if you is going to DIE if you don't! Do you want him to die?!

“I..” he says again, swallowing pitifully. He could see the clear panic on his face, and though guilt was not something Joseph often felt, he was feeling it now. His vice tight grip on his hand begins to loosen, and again, he struggles to try and speak. “I lo...ghh..” Its pained, and he grits his teeth. This couldn’t be happening. The timer above caesar’s head was on three. That meant his own was on two, and he didn’t have much time left. Slowly, he removes his hand from Caesar’s hold. It finds his cheek, thumb smoothing over the skin there gently as he looked at him through misty eyes. He didn’t have time- or even the means- to speak. He couldn’t, and this had to be the last thing he could do to get everything through to him.  He’d have to do it. 

The timer clicks once more, the number above Joseph’s head turning into a one. The dog ears are gone now, and he pulls back to offer a shaky smile. He couldn’t say a word, and hoped that his gestures would be enough to save his friend. Without anything else, another click sounds and he slumps forward onto Caesar’s shoulder, dead silent. 

He had hoped to save him just in time, though his own clock had been one second before his the whole time. Had Joseph acted just a little sooner, it would have prevented this fate. Even so, the horrible clock of fate will leave Caesar alone- just as Joseph had hoped.~~~@dissociating-ceasar

[bd-josephjoestar]

M!A hanaki gets added to that death clock! The disease that causes people feeling unrequited love to cough up flowers until they die a horrific and flowery death. Depending on the strain, it can happen if the victim merely perceives that their feelings are unrequited, too.

“I’m not going to tell you anything- it’s none of your business! Just go away, I’ll handle it myself and it’ll be fine. I don’t need your h-!”He cut’s off. As the timer counts down another number, Joseph shakes. He convluses once, hunching forward and covering his mouth with a hand.

The cough is horrible, and it lasts several seconds. it’s a wet mirthless sound as his shoulders shake and he heaves to try and get a breath, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he finally catches a moment to himself. 

He lifts his head after a moment to breathe, opening the hand that had been clutched over his jaw. Petals- flower petals fall. They’re bloodied as they flutter to the ground, a thin red trail moving down his chin from his reddened lips as he wills himself to speak again. “You just don’t get it, caesar, go away now.”~~~Continued from here@dissociating-ceasar