Cosplaying part 4 Kakyoin for the first time, I sure hope I don't run into a Rohan I have to be gay with @bbygrl-bucciarati
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Cosplaying part 4 Kakyoin for the first time, I sure hope I don't run into a Rohan I have to be gay with @bbygrl-bucciarati
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Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and force in which we merged and despaired.
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour. And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
Rohan’s day passes into afternoon in silent concentration as he sits and draws and looks. There are so many things to see, so many little details to choose from. He’s immersed in the way the maples cast a shadow across the ground when his pulse jumps, and he notices without noticing that something is nearby. When he lifts his head, the fox is there.
He freezes, afraid to even set down his pen. His eyes greedily trace every precious detail, admiring the slim black paws and the long delicate muzzle and the way the shining coat fades from black to orange and back into black. Equally, the fox considers him. What thoughts are watching him from behind that wild gaze? All Rohan’s art is barely the equal of this creature’s least gesture, the slim arc of its throat equal to any masterwork. Rohan wants to call to it, but his voice is silent in his throat. Isn’t this familiar? Haven’t they met somewhere before?
nomette's jojo side blog + nomette / 28 / writer
Fic Rec Friday spotlight for this week: accumulated wars and flights by the talented @nomette !!!!!
The first time i considered kakhan, it was a passing thought in the background of my first jojo's fic. Nom’s fic is still ongoing, but it made me a kakhan shipper. Interesting, HILARIOUS, great prose, magic that not only makes sense but is fascinating, and, overall, i just love the way nom writes Rohan to death. Absolutely and HIGHLY recommend, especially for people who are having difficulty making a balance between rohan’s many, eccentric traits that make him a beloved character
Summary: Rohan saves a trapped fox on a whim, and within a week there’s a mysterious red-headed stranger at his door, asking to be Rohan’s assistant. Rohan should refuse, but he doesn't. It's obvious that there's more to Kakyoin than he's willing to admit, and if there's on thing Rohan can't resist, it's a mystery.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Mythology, Friends to Lovers, Unrequited Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fairy Tale Elements, Requited Love, Kitsune!Kakyoin, Canon-Typical Violence
Pairings: kakhan
Rating: T
Currently unfinished but actively updating!
Rohan/Kakyoin/Jotaro aesthetic cause I’m on a higher level of existence
3 questions: Who wakes up first, who stays up the latest and who sleeps the most?
oneIt’s not like he does it on purpose, but of the three of them, Jotaro is nearly always the first to drag himself out of bed. It works, he supposes—he likes having the dawn to himself, sitting outside and having a brief smoke, dew under his slippers and chill morning air raising white bumps on his bare legs. He doesn’t think about anything in particular, just casts his eyes around the yard, Rohan’s picket fence, a paintbrush Noriaki left on the deck the other day, the rising sun. He watches the clouds ever so slowly drift across the sky.
It gives him a bit of time to prep himself for the rest of the day—he loves his partners, but he’s still moderately uncomfortable with them seeing him as he is before he’s gotten ready. He makes a ritual out of it, almost, pulling on his binder and then a shirt over it, packing, critiquing himself in the bathroom mirror until he’s sick of looking. When Noriaki or Rohan stumbles out of bed they find him already on the living room couch, paging through a book or watching the news, perfectly put together into the mess that he is.
Kakyoin is having a really horrible awful day from hell. But having someone around who understands makes it a bit more bearable.
jotaro has many regrets
ahh rohan and kakyoin a1 or c4 if you'd like to~
ill be doing a1 a lil bit after buuuuuut i managed to get this out of the way aaaa
jotaro is just trying to WORK