Honestly feel chaotic today can I please request requests jojo's character of your choices with a partner who draws men pregnant.
Like they have a business drawing men pregnant of the people they hunt and find a album of themselves pregnant.
(like imagine gyro wanting to read from a map but accidentally just sees himself drawn pregnant and Jonny laughing and next page it's them both pregnant )
I kinda went crazy with this, with the help of @capricornywrites, I hope you enjoy!!!
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Jonathan:
Jonathan opens the notebook by accident, pure accidental, he was never one to snoop through other's belongings. He expects landscapes, portrait, Hell even some doodles of insects. Instead he sees:
Dio. Pregnant.
Jonathan turns bright red immediately "OH GREAT HEAVENS—!” He tries to close the book politely. But another page catches his eye.
Jonathan himself.
He is sitting in a garden. Pregnant. Looking peaceful. Jonathan processes this in stunned silence. “…I look… happy.” He’s embarrassed but also weirdly flattered. He gently closes the book and returns it, though later he will let his discovery slip.
“I admire your dedication to your craft.”
Joseph:
Joseph was one to snoop, no matter what, he had no shame looking through anyones' belongings. Even your own, he opens the notebook, slowly, as of you were going ot appear besides him to stop.
First page: enemy pregnant.
Joseph: “Weird but okay.”
Second page.
Joseph. Pregnant.
Joseph chokes. “OH MY GOD—” He flips through faster, gathering all the sketches or highly detailed drawings of men pregnant. The main star being him. “WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF ME?!” Caesar is crying laughing.
Joseph: “I HAVE STRETCH MARKS IN THIS ONE!”
You: “It’s called realism.”
Lisa Lisa:
Lisa Lisa finds the notebook while cleaning. Thinking nothing about it she flips through calmly. Enemy after enemy… pregnant. She raises an eyebrow. Then she reaches the page.
Joseph. Pregnant.
She smirks, the mischief in her eyes exploding “Well.” Another page.
Joseph and Caesar pregnant together.
Lisa Lisa laughs out loud “Oh this is priceless.” She later confronts you while Joseph is in the room. “Tell me dear… how many versions of Joseph have you drawn pregnant?”
Joseph: “WAIT WHAT—”
Old! Joseph:
Older Joseph still had a snooping problem, whether it was intentional or not; he always seemed to snoop and being surrounded by teenagers it only fueled his curiosity. You were self reserved, social when wanting too.
Though you seemed to have a notebook that you carried, so he did what he does best. He snooped, snooped through your notebook. He flips a page.
Stand emeny pregnant.
He wheezes laughing. “Oh my god I love this one!” Then he sees:
Joseph pregnant.
Joseph pauses. “…Hey!” But he laughs anyway. “I still got it!”
Rohan:
Rohan did not mean to snoop, he actually did but his pride wouldn't allow to say otherwise. He was simply observing your sketchbook as an artist. He flips a page and stops.
“…What.”
The drawing is incredibly detailed. Shading. Anatomy. Lighting.
It is also Josuke. Pregnant.
Rohan stares in silence, flips another page.
Okuyasu. Pregnant.
Another page.
Rohan himself. Eight months pregnant.
He goes pale with artistic fascination. “...The anatomical dedication is impressive.” He is simultaneously horrified and deeply impressed.
Later he casually asks:
“You studied my bone structure for this, didn’t you?”
You: “…maybe.”
Rohan: “…Do not sell that one.”
Melone:
Melone finds the album first. Immediately intrigued. “Oh ho…” He flips through. Enemy after enemy pregnant. Then:
Risotto. Pregnant.
Melone is giggling, gaining the rest of the groups attention “RISOTTO YOU HAVE A GLOW.” The rest of La Squadra gathers.
Prosciutto: silently judging.
Illuso: crying laughing.
Formaggio: “WHY AM I HOLDING A BABY SHOWER??”
Risotto sees the page. Long silence. “…Burn it.” Melone hides it immediately, almost like it was an important document “No, (Y/n) worked so hard on it.”
Mista:
Mista knew you had a hobby for drawing, so when he opens the notebook thinking it’s normal sketches, he soon discovered he was wrong, oh so wrong.
First page: an enemy Stand user pregnant.
Mista: “…uh.”
Second page: another enemy pregnant.
Third page.
Mista. Pregnant.
Very pregnant, hands on belly, looking emotional. Mista screams in horror “WHY AM I GLOWING?!” Sex Pistols are laughing hysterically.
He flips the page in panic. Another one. Different pose this time. “WHY DO I HAVE A MATERNITY SHOOT?!” You try to grab the book back. Too late. He’s laughing so hard he can’t breathe. “…okay but why do I kinda look good though.”
Anasui:
Anasui flips through an array of notebooks, aimlessly, looking for nothing unusual. At least until he stumbled onto your notebook, of course he knew he should've gave you the privacy you deserved but he wan't that sane for that.
So he decided to open the notebook. Only to see enemies pregnant, many, many, many enemies pregnant. But who was he to judge so he simply shrugs.
Then he finds it:
Anasui. Pregnant.
He stares. Then looks at you from across the piano. “…So you imagine a future with me.” You panic as you noticed your notebook in his hand. “That’s not what that—” Too late. He’s smiling like a psycho.
“Keep drawing.”
Pucci:
Pucci did not mean to pry. He simply noticed the notebook left unattended and assumed it contained normal sketches. He opens it. First page.
An enemy Stand user. Pregnant.
Pucci pauses, before muttering “…I see.” He turns the page.
Another man. Pregnant.
His brow furrows slightly now. Then he reaches the page.
Pucci. Pregnant.
A long silence fills the room. You freeze like a criminal caught in confession. Pucci slowly closes the notebook… then opens it again to confirm he truly saw what he saw.
Yes. There he is, hands folded peacefully over a very round stomach, radiant lighting. You even drew a halo behind him. “My love.” Oh no. Pucci sets the notebook on the table between you like it is evidence in a theological trial.
Then he adds calmly “Remove the halo. I did not approve that.”
Gyro:
Gyro just wanted the map. That’s it. He grabs the wrong one apparently, the one that had you going still as he slowly opens it. silence filled the air as his eyes scoped through the map, the poor map that was supposed to be used for directions, not whatever your monstrosity was.
Gyro freezes, stills as he eyes land on your creation. “…Johnny.” Johnny's side glance was met with fear “What.” he pipes, sitting up straighter as Gyro slowly turns the map around.
Gyro Zeppeli. Pregnant. Holding steel balls.
Johnny loses it instantly. Full wheezing laughter. A screaming match erupts, threats and promises of pregnancy was thrown around before Gyro flips the page in disbelief.
Johnny. Pregnant.
Another page.
Both of them pregnant.
Johnny nearly falls off his horse with laughter. Gyro looks at you with the most betrayed expression imaginable. “…You turned the entire Steel Ball Run into a maternity ward.”
Johnny: “Gyro you look radiant.”
Gyro: “I will throw you off that horse.”
Johnny:
Johnny already knows, he's observant. Whether he wants to be or not, and for one he just never said anything. You deserved your own privacy and creativity, but one day he opens the notebook in front of Gyro. Finds the page.
Johnny pregnant.
He slowly looks at you. Then back at the book. Then sideways at you. The biggest side-eye imaginable. “…You charged people money for these?”
You: “Yes.”
Johnny flips to another page, more like multiple pages.
Johnny and Gyro pregnant together.
Johnny smirks. “…Gyro would hate this.” he says, a smirk slowly spreading on his face. He keeps the page open specifically to show him later.
Digeo:
Diego rips the notebook out of your hand, purposely, wanting to find out why you were so distracted during the race. Perhaps it was a plan for leaving him, maybe a plan to kill him or harm him enough for death and he's be damned before he allowed you to have the upper hand, at least that was until he sees himself.
Pregnant. In dinosaur form.
He stares, judging. Flips page. Another dinosaur pregnancy drawing “…What is wrong with you.” You glanced down at your drawings in pride “It’s good business.” Diego sighs. “…Why do I look majestic.” He’s offended but also slightly impressed.
