#stonerfreed

[multavia]

@stonerfreed​

      he was aware that time was of essence in this situation—that there was urgency about breaking free from this prison & save her father, but all anasui could think about, was the way that his heart was filled with excitement. five years had been spent within these walls ( even though he was very capable of escaping due to the nature of his stand ) & yet, there was never a desire to break free. why? because there was nothing outside for him. no loving family waiting for him, no friends, & certainly not a purpose for it all. anasui had no reason to escape, because it didn’t make a difference in his eyes. he was cursed & whether it was here or out, that wouldn’t change.

     or at least, that’s what he thought until he met jolyne. she was this bright light that shine its way through the darkness. a resolve he hadn’t seen in anyone before. it awakened something within him that he believed to be long gone & for once, anasui found himself wanting to put himself together, rather than to tear himself apart.

   “—jolyne... i will be your sword & your shield if you need me to. we will find a way to go through this.”

[arcitraditore]

@stonerfreed​ said: " just out of curiosity, how well do you remember the play fights we had when i was a kid? i remember you letting me win once in a while... but you wouldn't have to throw the match for me to win now! " / from jolyne to former babysitter mr. buccellati unprompted.

"I remember those fights... I remember letting you win a few times, too."

                 the acknowledgement comes smoothly and with ease. jolyne is now only a few centimeters shorter than him, and buccellati is able to look at her head-on, rather than crouching like he had when she was a child and he first taught her how to put someone in a standing headlock. the faint cant of his head and narrowing of his eyes offers the subtlest sign of challenge. "but there wasn't any play about them. those were valuable skills you learned."

he certainly can't deny how she's shaped up as a fighter, watching her from below the ring, and if she had ever asked he would have become her coach in a heartbeat. she'd shatter the fragile masculinity of the men buccellati fought in university without much of a thought— an image he enjoys, like he enjoyed putting them on the floor, too.

                 "but if you'd like me to teach you humility as well, I'd be happy to wipe the floor with that little smirk of yours...” he extends his arms wide, welcoming. “just name the place, jolyne cujoh."

[pixels-hub]

@stonerfreed​​  ;  jolyne drops her chin on ermes' shoulder from behind and ensnares her with an arm, letting only the butt-end of a joint slide out from her fist to brush against the tip of her friend's nose. her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. " ermes, if you hide this in your boob for me, i'll split it with you later! " unprompted starters  ━  always accepting.

             attention   is   most   notably   grabbed   when   an   all-too   familiar   aroma   is   lifted   to   her   nose.   one   sniff   and   she’s   on   board.   hand   lifts   to   grasp   jolyne’s   own,   concealing   precious   contraband   while   turning   to   look   back   at   her   friend.   voice   lowers   to   a   hush,

 ❝         deal.   quick,   pretended   to   fondle   me,         ❞

 is   not   what   she   thought   she’d   be   saying   today.   but   with   cameras   and   guards   staring   them   down,   she   doesn’t   want   to   give   away   her      “   secret   pockets   ”      just   for   a   smoke.   bribing   guards   is   expensive.

 ❝         you   can   slip   it   in   that   way.   the   girls   in   here   get   handsy   all   the   time,   trust   me.         ❞

[hopingforjustice]

@stonerfreed said: ❝ Nothing’s as good as it seems. ❞ / from Jolyne sour lyric starters.  /  accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ What an odd feeling spread through her chest little by little, a mixture of hopelessness and sympathy that didn't feel quite right. The reason for this, she soon realized, was because the not-very-cheerful words escaped Jolyne's lips. Well, based only on the fond memories built that summer in Morioh, it would be more natural to hear something full of joy, burning bright with the special sparkle typical of childlike innocence. They weren't the same people anymore, though. Heaven knows how Reimi would have liked to have been around during all those years, perhaps not being of much help because of her limited resources — but at least being an alternate route when these disheartening things crossed her mind. ❝ And nothing is as bad as it seems either. ❞ She responded right away, rolling it off her tongue without a second thought. It was just logical, right? One corner of her mouth curved up ever so gently, eyes dropped to her own knees. Sitting down on the edge of the pier, dangling her legs over the water, she felt at home. Besides, something she dreamed of doing in the past by her side, but couldn't because of her ghostly prison. Another way to chase lost time, one might say. ❝ Or harmless, or hopeful, or simple. ❞ An attempt to put a bandage on it, carefully and tenderly since she didn't know how to do things any other way.

ㅤ ㅤ Uncertainty about how her opinion would be received wasn't frightening, not at all. Reimi would always feel awkward around someone who knew her when they were just kids — and who had now surpassed her in physical, mental, emotional maturity. It was the same with Rohan, seeing him as a grown man and not the four-year-old boy was a process as slow as it was painful. However, she learned her lesson, and wouldn't repeat that mistake with Jolyne. Nothing but honesty, that was what she deserved, and she earned it during the time spent in each other's company. ❝ I’m sorry, I would like to be more optimistic... But I feel like I would be lying to you in a way. ❞ Her voice took on a soothing, apologetic tone. With her face up and her gaze lost somewhere beyond the horizon, the conflicting thoughts tried to come to terms before she spoke again. What did she do when her whole world turned upside down? Once an optimistic girl, seeing only the sweeter side of things, circumstances forced her to rethink the concepts of good and evil, and to recognize a multitude of shades of gray existing between them. ❝ Keeping your mind as wide open as your eyes is the best thing you can do, especially with so many things happening all the time. ❞ Bizarre things, she supposed. It ran in the family, a Joestar seemed doomed to deal with that issue anyway.

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♡   NORMAL PEOPLE  / accepting!

@stonerfreed​ said: "you have nothing to worry about with your appearance." / from jolyne

        anasui had never been self-conscious; too disconnected from the world around him to even acknowledge or care about the way others saw him. invisible at best to his parents growing up, but other than that, he never sought for anyone else’s approval. he was labelled all kinds of ways growing up; that strange kid who spent his time disassembling everything he could come across. not ‘quite there’, as some of the parents would say among themselves when they didn’t think that he was listening. even his own agreed on that, but anasui didn’t seem to care so long as he had a distraction. his reputation didn’t bother him, but it ignited a desire to learn about people without engaging with them. he went from taking clocks, or even cars apart to see how they work, to try different endeavours & meet new people that way.

       that’s when he picked on things to define him; taking care of his appearance, but not to the point that he’d be considered vain. just another way for him to ‘blend in’ among others, mimicking certain attributes that he thought to be appealing even if he didn’t necessarily care to be. he was not just an ‘odd’ one anymore, & that was enough for him. the way that he captured people’s attention with his looks ( be it good or bad ), didn’t matter, as long as he wasn’t invisible.

       & yet, he couldn’t even begin to describe the way his heart hammered against chest upon hearing jolyne say something that resembled a compliment. a confirmation of sorts. he took it as her way of saying ‘i notice you’, which touched him in a way he didn’t think it was possible. as if her words had cast a light after living in the darkness for far too long. it was blinding, but he’d follow it regardless.

     “—then, could you keep your eyes on me? that’s all i want... for you to look at me. look at me, jolyne...”

[hopingforjustice]

@stonerfreed said: ❝ I’ll admit, this looks bad. ❞ villain/hero sentence starters.  /  accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ Although Reimi was quite sensitive to the suffering of others, bad injuries weren't enough to make her shiver. The kids she babysat got hurt all the time after all, and she did her best to fix the wounds as quickly as possible, all the while telling little stories to distract them and make them stop crying. Of course not even the wildest of them appeared in front of her with such a deep cut, thick warm blood wetting the fabric of her clothing and also the gauze pressed against it as an emergency measure. ❝ This looks awful. ❞ She replied without a second thought, pink eyes still focused on the source of their problems, her voice calm despite the obvious concern. There was a first-aid kit in her lap, but not enough material to stop the bleeding without making a bigger mess. Jolyne needed something else, some resource she couldn't provide right now. If things continued at this rate, real medical attention would be needed, and she just hadn't suggested it yet because everything seemed eerily calm despite the huge red stain and metallic smell in the air. ❝ I don’t know how you stand it. I would be crying in pain at this point. ❞ An embarrassed confession followed by the shadow of a smile, just a corner of her mouth slightly curled up as their gazes met once more. As strange as it was, she felt proud. Good thing not everyone there grew up to become a crybaby — Heaven knows how having one around was more than enough. There was nothing wrong with feeling down and needing a shoulder to cry on, no doubt, but it was comforting to realize that she could manage without it. A troublesome problem like that one along the way didn't ruin the mood, at least not completely, since even being the injured one the most effective solution came from her anyway.

ㅤ ㅤ After so many years living with Stand users, some things have become usual, even familiar. Colored auras emanating from them when awakening the special ability, a mysterious element taking the form of a humanoid body hovering over them, like an attentive and protective entity. It wasn't a new spectacle anymore, but every single time felt like it was the first, her almost childlike wonder never faded. A mixture of genuine concern for the injury and growing anxiety over the answer to the question Reimi had brought with her for years — she shifted anxiously in her seat, slowly pulling her hand away to let the other work. A single string taken from her own body was enough, running up her arm until reached the wound, stitching her up fast and precise. It didn't seem like the work of a skilled doctor, not yet, but it managed to take most of her worries away for now. A piece of fresh gauze soaked with alcohol touched the mending ever so gently, wiping away the blood and making her appearance a little more auspicious. ❝ Probably because I didn’t have a way to patch myself up. ❞ She added after a beat or two, a good dose of amusement injected into her voice. Seeing how the problem was solved in the blink of an eye, it was all too easy to feel a little silly. Jolyne didn't need her to take care of herself, not when she inherited the will and the means of making things happen, so typical of the Joestars. ❝ So... Is this your Stand? ❞ The question came softly, just a signal that yes, she would like to know more, but no, there was no need to talk about it right now. They still had all the time in the world, and some rest would come in handy after losing so much blood. Maybe a nap and a light meal first, and then they would discuss the matter. The damage was done, but no way she was going to have to deal with this all alone.

[multavia]

@stonerfreed​

       the years had gone by, & though he hadn’t seen his niece in years now, he could recognize his features in the one who claimed to be his daughter. josuke was sceptic, at first. how could he not when he had never heard a single thing about her? then again... he reminded himself that this was jotaro they were speaking of. the guy who appeared constipated most of the time & only spoke when necessary. it was a wonder he found someone to have a child with, assuming he wasn’t alone on it.

     this wasn’t what josuke expected to be doing on his day-off, but assuming she was telling the truth & she had really travelled all the way from the states, the least he could do was to hear her out.

   “—you... how did you find me? did jotaro send you? are you here on your own?” he was, perhaps acting more like a cop with all these questions... but he needed to know. if he wasn’t getting answers from his niece, he’d get them from her.

[ofcatholicismanddiscs]

“give me a fucking break.” - from stonerfreed

✞The words don't draw an immediate reaction from Pucci. He's a prison chaplain. He's been barraged with much worse. The things he has heard prisoners confess to would make a weaker man's skin crawl. After a few seconds, he lets out a sigh.

"Jolyne, that attitude isn't going to get you anywhere. You are in prison for a reason."

The words taste delicious. It's his reason. He put her here, and he believes she will spend her entire life without knowing this. He glances down at the clock on the table, 11:15 am. He has her for another fifteen minutes. He can prod a bit. Jolyne has an hour of his time blocked off for spiritual counseling - A service offered by the prison.

"Do you regret your crime, Jolyne?"