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[theyoshimister]

So uh I did more

[tomboyjessie13]

My JJBA Headcanons(mostly from Part 3)

Sorry for being super late with this, it was supposed to be done a lot sooner, but I keep getting distracted by life and internet BS, that and I keep coming up with new headcanons.

Anyways, here are the ones that I manage to come up with, feel free to disagree with these if you want.

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Misc.

- Some Stand users need a lot of energy in order to make their power long lasting, take on various sizes or shapes, or(and this is very rare btw) make them physically appear in front of a regular person such as Forever's [Strength] and Rubber Soul's [Yellow Temperance], and will do various home activities to gain said energy. For example: The latter, Rubber Soul, who's already a bit of a glutton in-universe(and in fanart I've seen), has a tendency to carb load before his missions in order to obtain the required energy needed for his Stand's Power, making it visible and physical enough for his disguises to work.

- Via CDDH, because Hol Horse is Eastern European, he knows some of its languages there such as Hungarian and Romanian, he uses the latter to study up on the country's Vampire lore after learning that DIO himself is a vampire. The country he came from also used to be part of the Soviet Union, hence why it dissolved and became multiple countries in the 1990s.

- This is a little silly, but I'd imagine that Midler is actually her last name while her Eng dub name Rose is her first name, making her full name "Rose Midler", it's just that most of the people working for DIO calls her Midler out of formality.

- All the food stalls Steely Dan worked at are fake, hell he doesn't even have a restaurant license, but he is a genuinely good chef that makes delicious kebabs. At one point he came across(and stolen) a street food-style slushy machine during his previous trip to Thailand.

- Polnareff temporarily lost some of his memories after being freed from DIO's influence, so he didn't remember how long he'd been brainwashed at first. When he did, he was absolutely furious when he realized DIO knew that Centerfold was his sister's murderer and led him on a wild goose chase for nothing.

- I know it sounds a bit redundant but I'm one of the many people who agrees that Jotaro is autistic, he's just THAT good at masking, however you can see some signs of it via stimming by hat tilting and repeated phrases(i.e. Yare Yare Daze), treating his jacket chain like a fidget toy, his annoyance over noises and women being loud, and having a special interest in marine life and "Columbo". This also gets passed down to his Stand who's more outward about it. Jotaro also shows signs of PTSD due to the events of Part 3.

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Noriaki Kakyoin

- A little small compared to the former, but Kakyoin may also have autism as well as seen in his blunt honesty, info dumpling, having a special interest in video games, odd eating habits, self-isolation, and playing with his hair noodle as a form of stimming. It's also implied that he has depression as a result of being very much alone for almost 20 years of his life.

- Via CDDH, Kakyoin was born and raised in the town of Morioh as evidenced by his name being based on a town in S-City(Sendai) and his school uniform's color and overall lax dress code(such as being allowed to keep his earrings and hair noodle). The agents made fun of him over his refusal to wear anything but his uniform even when it's summer vacation.

- He's played all the games his town's arcade has to offer under the alias "Tenmei" and wears a hoodie to avoid getting recognized by his classmates, the owners absolutely despised him for being so goated. He also spends his freetime playing video games in his room, even using his Stand as a gaming partner on multiplayer-mode.

- Aside from his love of cherries, Kakyoin's also a foodie whose tastes grew during his travels, in both the journey and his family’s holidays. He actually developed an immunity to spicy foods after one of his previous trips to China, as well as buying up some Ramyeon during his trip to Korea(he's actually one of the first Japanese people to buy Shin Ramyun after its introduction in 1986).

- Kakyoin used to own a cassette Walkman before accidentally leaving it behind in Egypt when he was brainwashed by DIO, half of his music consists of his favorite musician Sting(both solo and Police era).

- Like Polnareff, Kakyoin temporarily lost some of his memories after being freed from DIO's influence as well, so he didn't remember how long he'd been brainwashed at first. When he did, he was so angry and disgusted with himself over DIO taking advantage of him like that.

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D'Arby Brothers

- T. D'Arby actually wears glasses and needs to wear them, but DIO forced him to wear contact lens because he “looks better without glasses”, it’s only when he has the night off or when DIO is out of the house that he gets any freedom to wear glasses again(It’s also a bit of a small reference to another “glasses wearing character” his Eng dub actor voices).

- T. D'Arby has video game crushes on female characters like any other video gamer, with Street Fighter's Chun Li being his most favorite, even to the point of owning a body pillow and explicit art of her on his Macintosh much to the disgust and embarrassment of his co-workers.

- T. D'Arby actually owns modded game consoles(i.e. Gameboys), as well as games that haven't hit the international market yet. He's learned how to read and speak Japanese that way(along with stealing the souls of Japanese gamers such as poor Tatsuhiko).

- We all know that both of the D'Arby brothers are American gamblers but don't know which US State they're from, so I like to imagine them originally coming from Las Vegas, Nevada, the Gambling capital of the country just behind Macau, China.

- J. D'Arby actually lives in the cafe with a two-bedroom Egyptian flat being built on top of it. The second room is treated as a guest room for visiting Agents or if his brother wants to get a break from the mansion.

- As seen in the anime and manga, J. D'Arby has a pet cat but we don't know the name or gender. So for convenience I'm going to say the cat is male and that his name is "Wildcard", to represent the cat's unpredictably and Daniel's love for gambling, it's also a reference to the 2001 album under the name by Terence Trent D'Arby, his and his brother's namesake. 

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DIO

- DIO is the first Crime Lord in Egypt to be of British descent, the others before him were all Egyptian and/or Arabic.

- Being Bisexual and Androgyne, DIO doesn't really care what other people call him in spite of using He/Him pronouns, but he WILL not hesitate to murder anyone for using queerphobic slurs against him. He literally killed one of the existing crime bosses in the country who called him the "s-slur", and a former subordinate of his who threatened to blackmail him for the same reason. In fact, it's this kind of bigotry in Egypt that DIO managed to easily get some followers to join him, promising safety and freedom of self-expression in exchange for loyalty.

- In spite of growing in the slums of London in his youth, DIO was understandably shocked he first discovered the number of corrupted policemen in the 1980s, even more so when he easily bribes the Egyptian police to look the other way when committing crimes. This eventually became a benefit to him later, however.

- DIO puts Nukesaku in a kennel since he can’t trust him to come along with him and his servants during their trips and holidays.

- Via CDDH, DIO practically "adopts" the Oingo Boingo brothers after their arrival to Cairo once he got wind of their living situation and Stand power, however he doesn't really treat them well as they still live in squalor from low pay. Not to mention that he's more interested in having Boingo join him than his older brother due to [Thoth]'s power being more superior than [Khnum]'s(especially since Rubber Soul can "do better"), but he still took Oingo in anyway due to Boingo being extremely shy and not wanting to be anywhere without his brother.

- DIO has two separate top 10 favorite lists for his servants: one for Agents with great Stand power, and another for Agents he has a crush on, he has Vanilla Ice, Steely Dan, and Hol Horse on the top 5 on both lists.

- DIO actually kept Jonathan's skull as a trophy and a memento in memory of him, none of the Agents(except Enrico Pucci) knew where it came from or why DIO's so attached to it.

- DIO bans his agents from playing Elvis Presley’s “In the Ghetto” in his presence under the threat of being thrown in the dungeon for 3 days because it reminded him of his crappy childhood, under the guise of “because of reasons”. Half of the agents criticized this rule as being very excessive and childish, while the other half believed that it’s because he didn’t like being reminded that his mansion’s located in the poorest part of Cairo. Enrico Pucci's the only one who knows the reason behind this ban.

- The mansion DIO lives in actually used to belong to someone else, but he and his Agents took it by force, all the money he has in the mansion was stolen via robbing people blind as well. He gain enough followers and influence, he started making connections with Egypt’s criminal underworld and was able to move up the ranks as a crime lord thanks to his own charisma, intelligence, philosophies, vampire powers, and Stand users. He owns 3 businesses that he uses for money laundering(i.e. D'Arby's Cafe.)

- In 1984, DIO took his first trip to Tokyo, Japan to see how modernized it became, at one point he came across both of its famous entertainment districts; Kabukichō and the now defunct Yoshiwara. Inspired by their business practices, he bought Sharona's Oasis, an illegal "bathhouse" in Cairo's former entertainment district Wagh El Birket and turned it into a classier establishment catered to rich clientele. This was done as part of his money laundering ring, as well as having easier access to its women for his harem.

[adeadcreator]

Hi! I love your writing, you capture the characters' personalities very well. I'd like to ask if it's possible, to have a NSFW one-shot of a fem!reader having a threesome with Mariah and Midler?

Basically the synopsis would be that Reader is being pampered by DIO, so Mariah and Midler wonder what is so special about Reader that it attracts so much attention from their lord, so they go and test Reader in the bedroom. (that sounds kinky, I'm sorry 😭)

YES!! I'M DOING BACKFLIPS AND HANDSTANDS!! MY TWO FAVORITE WOMEN AHHHHHH. I actually wrote a little too much, so it's longer than usual...

Contents: Body worshiping, Fingering, Threesome, WLW smut

DIO's mansion rarely sleeps but tonight, the halls are hushed, velvet-draped and candlelit. Some of them walk in silence. Some of them laugh too loudly. And some, like you, haunt the place even when you're not in the room.

You glide down the corridor barefoot, silk robe trailing like smoke. DIO had gifted you this particular piece after one of your "conversations." Gold-threaded, impossibly soft, the color of spiced wine. You wear it like a second skin. Like armor. 

No one really knows where you came from. You appeared one day like a rumor made flesh. No Stand, no need to fight and yet, Dio gave you everything. A private wing. Velvet-lined rooms. Wine. Dresses. His ear. His time.

You don't flinch when you see them, Mariah and Midler, waiting for you in the hallway like two lions in perfume and heels. Mariah is all languid smirks and low-cut silk, arms crossed beneath her chest. Midler, sharper, like a dagger disguised as a cigarette holder, watches you with her chin tilted high, as if daring you to blink first.

It's what draws Mariah and Midler to your door tonight, curiosity sharp enough to bleed into jealousy. They don't knock. They don't need to. You left the door open, just a crack, An invitation.

Mariah speaks first, she always does. Her voice is sultry, playful but her eyes are anything but soft. "So," she says, letting her fingers drag over the golden trim of your doorway, "we've been talking."

Midler follows just behind her, dressed like a threat and holding a glass of something dark. Her heels click like punctuation marks. "About you." You don't answer right away. You're lounging on a chaise, silk robe clinging to your figure like a secret.

There's a half-eaten fig between your fingers, and when you finally look up, slowly, deliberately; it's like you're sizing them up, not the other way around. "Oh?" you murmur. "Should I be flattered, or concerned?"

Mariah smiles. "Both." Midler nodded before stepping next to Mariah “What exactly have you done to make Dio so... generous with his time?" You smile, not because you're flattered, but because you've already won. Mariah clicks her tongue. "We've all seen the way he looks at you. Like he's starving."

"And yet," you murmur, stepping forward, "I'm not the one begging." They pause. Touché. But it doesn't end there. They follow you into the quiet depths of your chambers, where incense coils in the air and the bed is still unmade from earlier. 

Neither of them expected to stay but here they are, crossing the threshold like moths drawn to your flame. Midler touches a bottle of perfume on your vanity. "Jasmine, cardamom... and something darker."

"It's you, isn't it?" Mariah murmurs behind you. "There's something about you." You turn slowly, three femme fatales now caught in the same mirror. "I don't seduce," you say, voice a breath, a promise. "I invite. There's a difference." Mariah steps closer, her lips just grazing your ear. "Then invite us."

Midler raises an eyebrow, mouth curling. "We'll see if you're worth the obsession." Mariah is the first to sink onto the bed beside you, her touch warm and confident, not rushed, but guided by something deeper than lust. She's curious, yes, but there's reverence in her fingers as they trace your jaw, your throat, the line of your collarbone. Like she's mapping a temple.

Midler watches with sharp, glittering eyes, but there's something softer beneath her smirk. She joins on your other side, her movements deliberate. Where Mariah is heat, Midler is shadow, cooler, slower, but no less intense.

They don't compete. They complement. When Mariah leans in to kiss you open, hungry, but careful. Midler's hand finds your thigh beneath the silk, her nails grazing lightly, as if writing poetry in your skin. Mariah's mouth trails lower, across your shoulder, while Midler steadies you with a hand at your waist, grounding you.

They move in tandem, like dancers who know the steps but still improvise. One mouth, one hand, one breath, always touching, never overwhelming. They read each other in glances. A nod. A pause.

Mariah parts your legs gently, not with force but invitation. Midler meets your eyes, asking without words and when you give her a soft nod, she leans in, her breath a whisper against your thigh. They take their time.

Mariah kisses up your inner leg while Midler's fingers stroke languid circles just above the bone, teasing, not claiming. Their pace is maddening, intentional. It's not about taking. It's about worship. Collaboration. Careful, choreographed indulgence.

You feel seen, not devoured, but adored. They explore you like art. One presses kisses into the curve of your stomach, the other strokes along your hipbone like it's sacred. And when they finally reach where you want them most, it's not aggressive. It's intimate. Curious. 

Mariah hums softly as she trails her tongue along sensitive skin, and Midler, now behind you, wraps her arms around your torso, kissing your neck, whispering praise into your ear like spells.

Their hands move in perfect rhythm, one lifting your leg, the other cupping your breast, their breath syncing with yours. Mariah’s digits curled within your soaked cunt, the tension builds not through speed, but through slow, delicious pressure.

You can't tell where one touch ends and the other begins, their hands are everywhere, but never rushed, their mouths trade places. Their tongues alternate. Their attention is total. When your body arches and the breath leaves your lungs in a stuttering cry, they don't stop, they adjust. They hold you through it.

Mariah's lips are soft against your shoulder, trailing kisses like petals. She speaks between them, slow, honey-dripped words that sink into your skin. "You're unreal," she murmurs. "Like something made to be adored..."

You turn your head, and her mouth meets yours again, slower this time. She kisses you like she wants to memorize it. Her fingertips trace the edge of your breast, just enough to make you breathe in sharply, and she smiles into the kiss.

"Look at you," she whispers, voice full of awe. "So good for us. So soft..." Midler, now pressed behind you, wraps her arms around your waist, grounding you in the moment. Her fingers draw circles against your bud as her lips ghost along your neck. There's warmth in her tone, rare, even fragile.

"You're everything he wants, but you let us have you," she says. "Do you know what that does to me?" You shiver in her arms. Her free hand reaches up to cup your breast gently, reverently, while the other soaked in between your folds. "You're not just beautiful," Midler breathes.

"You're brave. Letting go like this.."

You melt into them, hands clutching silk and skin, your breath trembling. They don't overwhelm you, they cradle you. Mariah tilts your chin gently, eyes locking with yours. "Tell us what you need," she says. "Anything. We'll give it to you."

"You deserve to be worshipped," Midler adds, voice lower now, lips brushing your ear. "And we want to. Let us." Your lips part, but no sound comes, only a sigh as they both descend again, their mouths pressing warm kisses against your throat, your chest, your stomach. They rode the waves with you as the pleasure of their hands soon overflowed, and when it's over, they don't pull away. They linger.

The room hums with heat and perfume, jasmine, skin, and the faint sweetness of wine left untouched on the nightstand. The three of you move as one now, a constellation of touch and breath and whisper-soft lips.

You're not sure whose hand is brushing through your hair, or whose thigh your fingers are resting against. But you know the feeling in your chest, weightless, anchored, overwhelmed, seen.

DIO will wonder why Mariah and Midler seem different today. Why they watch you a little too long. Why they're quieter when you speak. He'll never ask but he'll know. And so will they.

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

I'm terribly sorry for disappearing for a couple of days, it's just this Sonic comic on Tumblr, which lead me to the original, has been living in my head rent for quite a while now and I just have to make some art for it, and now I'm craving banana bread.

I finished the art last night but wasn't able to upload until this evening because I was tired last night and got lazy today. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One mid-late May, Medea saw a classic banana bread recipe in a cookbook in the mansion's library and decided to recreate her mother's recipe(basically the same but with chunky peanut butter instead of walnuts).

So, she started making the bread but had a small snafu when one of the ingredients was written in Arabic and couldn't read, but saw that it looked and felt like flour and assumed that's what it was.

In the oven however, something went horribly wrong and saw the banana bread started burning and boiling over and had to take it out, and much to her disappointment saw that the banana bread didn't even bake properly and just looks like a burnt, liquid, mess.

Afterwards Kenny G saw what happened and told her that the "Arabic ingredient" she couldn't read was powdered sugar, not flour, hence why it boiled over like it did.

When Medea told about her snafu, everyone(but Hol Horse and Polnareff) working for DIO started roasting her for it on a private chatroom*, she thought that Midler's wedding comment was funny though.

Soon DIO heard of the mess to and offers her some packaged banana bread, telling her that she could've just gotten some pre-made baked goods at the store instead. Medea just accepts defeat and eats a slice.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Keep in mind that this is the late-1980s so the internet wasn't even a thing back then, but there were chatrooms dating as far back as 1973, so the Agents are using a private chatroom made extensively for them, and DIO had Polnareff's account deleted when he turned traitor so he wouldn't snitch to Joseph. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Medea King belongs to me Midler drawing belongs to grandguerrilla

Fucking tag limit on this hellsite man -_-*

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The Gang

[geraldtheoceanman]

Merry crisis, i’ve got a silly picture for you

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🌟hiGh pRieStesS🌟

[hoshidensha-art]

Finally able to post my piece for the Cup of Jojo zine! 🌟 I wanted to show some love for the side villains in Stardust Crusaders, so I decided to draw some of them hanging out at the Oingo Boingo Brothers Café!☕️🍵🍰 I did a bit of research while drawing this piece, so here are a few fun facts:

The café interior is inspired by several real-life Egyptian coffee shops. Mariah and Midler are also playing backgammon in the foreground bc I saw that it's commonly-played game in these types of coffee shops!

All the food/sweets are dishes that would be found in the region: Basbousa, kunafa, om ali, revani, shawarma, falafel, and Spiro Spathis soda. Deffo made me very hungry while I was researching! Personally I wanna try the kunafa 😋

I was going to include Pet Sounds (the parrot from Crazy Diamond's Demonic Heartbreak) next to Pet Shop, but since we had to stick to mainline JJBA characters, I drew Daniel J. D'arby's cat instead.

Hol Horse is reading a travel guide featuring Mt. Fuji, which is a nod to him traveling to Japan in CDDH.

My favourite part of this piece was drawing the Oingo Boingo-style paintings on the wall!

Leftover sales for the zine + merch will open on Feb 28th, so be sure to check it out!