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There is something so tragic about kakyoin that many people will NEVER understand.
Many will say he was one of the most useless crusaders, but that was his purpose. He was supposed to feel empty, not knowing how to deal with friends and emotions. His use was in his death, because only then you realize how truly sad his story is. That he didn’t have time to live, that his parents didn’t know about it all, that he was alone and is alone. That’s why “liminal space” art of kakyoin hits so different, I don’t even know how to explain. He fits so well as a ghost, just being around the others, not being able to talk or interact with them, just watch them so close and yet so far. Kakyoin is a masterpiece of a character.
Was Watching Stardust Crusaders And Made This
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🍒So ummm just drawing kakyoin cz m bored ig
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🍒Don't ask me about the second eye m still trying to draw it xD
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I wonder if they ever received his body? Who was the one to tell them what happened to their son?
They are such siblings
Some faces...
💫❤🌟💚~Noriaki Kakyoin~💚🌟❤💫
[JJBA] 🐰🕳️"ラビットホール | Rabbit Hole"🐰🕳️ (Kakyoin Ver.)
⚠ CW: Sexual, Yaoi
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Happy birthday to our cherry licker♡☆
You are f-in 49
Also, might I add, Jotaro and Kakyoin both have the ‘underexpressive autism’ so they’re flat faced, dead serious at all times. Jotaro sticks a giant googly eye to Kakyoin’s forehead in art class and he just looks at him like a goat; nothing behind the eyes, the ceiling fans literally reflect in his peepers like a tv screen. That motherfucker to the naked eye looks like he hasn’t had a single thought yet today.
Remember the post I made about Jotaro being the same level of fucked up as Kakyoin but in different ways? I think I need to give examples because I have a very distinct thing in my brain I need all of you people to grasp to some extent here.
Jotaro is fucking huge. Ginormous for no reason considering he very likely hadn’t had the time to work out in between beating the shit out of local gang members, dashing and dining, and being a bitch to his mother. But because he hasn’t really been in a setting with a bunch of people with similar physiques as him, he has no idea how to act outside of being ‘cool’. Like, he sees no point in flaunting how he looks so he doesn’t, unlike with someone who, say, worked at their body image for months.
So I am being dead serious when I say Holly didn’t make him a school lunch one time (she had such a bad flu bug she couldn’t get out of bed) Jotaro skips all of his classes, entire day ruined. He goes out to the convenience store, red faced, puffy eyed, and shoves a packet of donuts down his shirt. No one even fucking notices. He eats all of them and cries, it’s so fucking funny.
I should probably mention, Kakyoin is one hundred percent the only one who Jotaro could give less of a shit seeing him do this. So he’s there, gingerly explaining the breeding cycles of salmon and trout in hopes of engaging Jotaro’s autism enough so he doesn’t choke and fucking die around the three donuts he shoved in his mouth.
So, six foot five, bulging muscles, could pop a can of tomatoes open if he put it in between his thighs and squeezed slightly, having a breakdown under a tree somewhere in a national park, defeated. A red haired, twitchy twunk drawing with a stick in the ground saying some shit like, ‘you can tell it’s a type of mammal because of its fin bones, even if it’s exclusively in the water now— please slow down Jojo I really don’t want you to throw up again’.
No, like, he’s a mess all the time but would rather die than be around literally anyone when he has that ‘calm before the storm’ meltdown feeling. So he just sort of shows up at Kakyoin’s doorstep like a stray and lays on his bedroom floor for three hours. Sometimes he falls asleep and Kakyoin uses him as a backrest because he always chooses to be face first directly in front of his Atari and Kakyoin wants to play his games.
Kakyoin’s mother one hundred percent thinks Jotaro is some dangerous delinquent who is going to put her son into a grave, life or death peer pressure situation until she sees Jotaro being dragged out of the house by his ankles with an out of breath Kakyoin carting both their bags under one arm, Jotaro’s coat over one shoulder, and Jotaro’s foot in both his hands. Like, ‘We have a math test. I need good grades. I am not explaining to Miss Holly why you have to retake highschool’.
And Jotaro’s completely limp, like three hundred fucking pounds of pure muscle, wearing a tank top, face down with his hat brim dragging on the floor. He looks fucking dead. He looks like a dead fucking rat. And Kakyoin’s mother no longer has nearly as many worries about Jotaro but also is forever cursed with the knowledge that, even if she were to gossip to her book club about it, they would never believe her.
Also, she’s seen Jotaro cry three separate times on the kitchen floor as Kakyoin makes his grilled cheese in the shapes of dolphins because his favourite cereal changed their packaging or Sadao calls and he’s just losing it in a puddle of tears. He never mentions it again and literally goes back to normal like nothing had happened.
He could beat the shit out of a whole biker gang, spear and set their leader on fire, all stoic and angry and totally badass. Everything falls into place with perfectly timed catchphrases and comebacks, but he’ll still be at Kakyoin’s house, twenty minutes later, face down infront of his Atari. And Kakyoin will use him as a back rest to play his games.
I’ve started to re-watch stardust crusaders and everytime I do I need a twenty minute break between every episode to recalculate the fanon Jotaro in my head to the canon one. I feel Kakyoin is pretty justified in my mind (even if I make him just a teensy bit more socially inept for giggles) but Jotaro is always tricky because there’s so much fan-made media that, yeah, I enjoy a lot but also he would not fucking do that— don’t get me wrong, it’s the funniest thing in the world to think he would have a secret stash of sea plushies but it’s even FUNNIER to think he keeps all his beer bottle caps and counts them everyday before he goes to bed because if he doesn’t the world is going to explode or something.
Like, anxiety is a pretty common reaction to trauma, especially with Kakyoin, whose stand literally has the ability to control someone (to an extent). So OCD symptoms such as daily rituals and avoidance to change seems like something both Kakyoin and Jotaro would have.
And while that’s also not canon I like it a lot more because I’m projecting and Jotaro and Kakyoin are my traumatized OCs I’m about to cut the arms and legs off of.
Also, I like the idea that Jotaro and Kakyoin’s bedrooms are either decrepit or spotless. And I don’t mean ‘spotless’ like clean and organized, I mean sterile, nothing on the walls, bed dead centre in the room and a desk, lamp, shelf with two books on it, and maybe a drawer with a keychain in it one of them got from a festival two years ago. Psychiatric ward vibes. But for the LIFE of me I can’t decide which one would be which.
I see a lot of fanart where it’s like, Jotaro has dolphin posters and Kakyoin has a Minecraft bedspread and yeah, I fucking love that, but I love the idea of Jotaro having to sit on a towel on Kakyoin’s floor so his ass doesn’t go numb because Kakyoin won’t let him sit on the perfect, wrinkless bed and his mom won’t let them play Mario in the living room so much better.
Kakyoin, if I ever do write that ‘everyone lives’ au fanfiction, wears those ‘Eat Sleep Game’ graphic tees with the shifty printing. Jotaro knows how long it’s been since he’s visited because of how many teeshirt flakes he finds around his room. Digging that shit out of the carpet for the rest of his life like three year old confetti. ‘Gamers Don’t Die They Respawn’, ‘I’d Rather Be Gaming’, so on. Holly bought them all for him.
She also keeps buying Jotaro those dollar store packs of Pokémon cards so he can say off-handedly when him and Kakyoin walk to school: ‘found some more around my room. You can have them.’ And ‘don’t know where these keep coming from.’ as if he doesn’t glare at his mom through the brim of his hat like she can’t see the delight in his eyes like fuck yeah I’m gonna give these to Noriaki he’s gonna love them there’s even a Poison type one he loves the Poison type ones.
