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// NEW BLOG IS UP! Please go follow @jojolionisms

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain.

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// working on my new Jojolion multi muse blog today. Josuke and Jobin will be moved to that blog and I have added Josefumi, Kira (part 8), and Tooru to the blog. I will let everyone know when it is live!

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain.

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// took the plunge and got a net book today! Going to get it set up after my date and should be back in business. Still no icons though. Probably going to work on setting up the new blog.

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain.

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JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 8: JoJolion chapter 84 color page

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ jᴏsᴜᴋᴇ. ﹚ soft & wet. #⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ yᴀsᴜʜᴏ. ﹚paisley park. #( i love this chapter page so much! ) #( love seeing josuke in other clothes for once outside his sailor suit. ) #( still couldnt let go of the hat. )

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It took Josuke an awful long time with the tailor to make sure the suit was to his exact measurements, since he had never had a suit, or clothes for that matter, that truly fit him properly. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Josuke emerged out of the changing room for the final time, dressed in a white suit with a cerulean button up shirt and shiny black shoes and a real gold chain necklace. He felt so naked without his sailor hat, but suffice to say, he cleaned up real nicely.

Trish had been close to firing the tailors on the spot – which, going out of service with Passione meant only one thing – and getting in objectively better ones. What was taking them so long? She knew he had some… additional, organs and so, but surely that did not make suit fitting as nightmarish as the long wait was proving to be.

The rustle of the curtain and the slim door finally being creaked open got her to jostle out of her seat, quickly lifting out of her all too casual slump to pretend like she had been sitting perfectly on the chair for how long she had to wait. Needless to say, the sight of him got her to stand completely; lips partially open in an unspoken proclamation.

“Josuke?” She almost had to question if it had been him that stepped out. But she knew his Stand, so there was no trickery at play. It was him.

Drawing closer to him, she circled around, inspecting every inch of the suited man. Now he certainly looked like a fit into Passione. Trish couldn’t help an impish little grin spread across her lips, stopping in front of him to toy with his lapel and fuss it about, as if it needed straightening or adjusting.

“Who knew that under that geeky little sailor uniform was.. this?” Her hand lifted higher from the lapel, fingers delicately pushing back a strand of loose hair often unseen because of that hat that she desperately wanted to burn. “ – You’d give one of our assassins Prosciutto a run for his money for best dressed.”

Realising she’d lingered a little too long and a little too close, she pulled back, giggling demurely and offering her arm. “ – Now, shall we? We’ve got a.. ‘date’, I suppose.”

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// God, it’s miserable not having a functioning pc. Everytime I try to replies on mobile it crashes, so plans to donon replies on mobile may not happen now. I hate this! Thank you for being patient. For those I owe replies to, I have them drafted and I will continue them once my pc and new blog is up and running.

Good news, I’ll hopefully have a functioning pc by next week. Hope y’all are ready for an onslaught of Jojolion muses and verses.

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain.

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// My computer is going to get looked at on Monday. Hopefully it will be revived. To hold me over until I get a new gaming pc, I am going netbook shopping with my bf on Saturday.

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain.

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// So, the bf wasn’t able to bring it back to life. I’m going to have one of my friends who is a professional IT person look at it. Though I have a sneaking suspicion I may need a new computer. I have my eyes set in a new gaming laptop. Sadly my current one was a desktop gaming pc I bought back in 2012, so it was inevitable it was time to get a new one. All tech has to be upgraded eventually. Unfortunately that means all my rp icons are gone. Though it won’t be too big a deal since I didn’t have many for Gappy to begin with.

What does that mean for here? I’ve been thinking about it and here is what I’m going to do:

Replies are going to be mobile. I obviously have no access to my icons and I won’t be able to properly trim posts. I’m sorry if this bothers anyone, but it’s this or nothing at all. I would announce a hiatus, but my muse for Gappy is still strong.

Once I get a working pc again, I will be moving blogs. I’ve also been considering this for awhile too. My tags are a mess and I find it difficult to keep up with multiple blogs. So I will be making a multi-muse for all my JoJo muses.

I may sell some of my cosplays to help with the costs if necessary. Once I get one more con and photoshoot out of Kakyoin, he’ll be up for sale as well as a few other full cosplays of mine. DM me if you want more details.

Thank you all so much for understanding. I’m sorry if this blog becomes even more of a mess but I promise it will be better. Just hope I won’t be without a pc for too long.

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain.

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// Bad news. I woke up this morning to my pc not wanting to start up. My boyfriend is going to look into it tonight when he gets off work since he is more knowledgeable than I am when it comes to tech. From the the sounds of things it may be a hard drive failure and if that’s the case, it’s very possible my pc is bricked. I really hope that isn’t the case since I really don’t have the money to get a new computer right now.

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain. #( mobile. ) #( i really hope my computer isn’t bricked. )

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// While at Uncanny Comic Expo yesterday, a young man in a JJBA shirt saw me as Kakyoin and looked like he was waiting for me to finish my conversation with my friend. When I looked his way and was about to approach him to compliment his shirt, he left.

I don’t know if he was too shy to talk to me, but I really wanted to nerd out with him. We are at a convention after all. I wasn’t aware I gave off an intimidating vibe. Normally I’m the one scared of other people.

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain.

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// I was Kakyoin at a small local con yesterday. My eyes hurt so bad after wearing contacts for 12 hours strait yesterday!

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain.

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Formaggio’s lips twisted into a staying smirk at Josuke’s determination. He didn’t look like the type of person to do assassinations at all, let alone go to strip clubs. But that made him all the more dangerous – underestimating an opponent usually did. Luckily, he was no enemy, but a ‘friend’, or as close to ‘friends’ as the older man would allow with the newbie.

“Good lad,” he told, patting his shoulder in a mockery of praise. “Just don’t say I didn’t give y’the chance to back out when you could. We’re not leaving til the job gets done and I’ve had some fun.”

Oh, Formaggio was regular. The bartender was already preparing his drink by the time he lead Josuke over to the empty seats, most of the man having left it to gather around the gaudy lit stage to ogle the performer. Pounding music seemed to shake the very walls and their bones as it provided a heady backdrop to the scene. In order for himself to be heard over it, his voice raised louder, finding a balance between being heard over the music, but not by every patron.

“Remember, we’re lookin’ for Bottari. If you spot him, tell me.” He squinted at the crowd, having no luck himself so far. When he glanced back at him, he couldn’t help but chuckle at his blush. He really had never been to such places before, had he?

“Why don’t y’have a drink and relax,” he suggested, though it sounded less ‘suggestion’ and more ‘order.’ “ –My friend’s not going to be performing until after this lady, so I doubt he’ll make himself present yet. Is this y’first time? How much experience do you even have, anyway? Guys? Gals? C’mon, I’m curious! You can tell me.”

“Why don’t y’have a drink and relax,” he suggested, though it sounded less ‘suggestion’ and more ‘order.’ “ –My friend’s not going to be performing until after this lady, so I doubt he’ll make himself present yet. Is this y’first time? How much experience do you even have, anyway? Guys? Gals? C’mon, I’m curious! You can tell me.”

Josuke didn’t make eye contact with the dancer as they made their way over to the bar.  He was grateful that Formaggio was laid back and friendly.  If he had been accompanying anyone else in La Squadra, he doubt they would have been patient with him.  He wasn’t so sure drinking on the job was wise.  Wouldn’t that judge impairment and make the kill more messy than it should?  Then again, they did need to blend in.  Showing up to a strip club and just sitting away from the crowd would be considered suspicious behavior.  Besides, Formaggio was practically ordering him to enjoy himself.

Josuke looked over the drink menu, highly disappointed the place didn’t serve sundaes for parfaits.  The only think here even remotely close to it were daiquiris.  He ordered a strawberry daiquiri, not aware that it wasn’t exactly considered a ‘manly drink’.  All Josuke cared about was that it was sweet and it was fruity.

As he took a long sip of his cocktail through a crazy straw, he scanned the crown once more, trying to see if he can point out the target.  So far, no one matched the description.  This drink was so damn good.  If it wasn’t for the straw, he would have made a huge mess.  

Josuke nearly chocked at that last question.  His experience?  Why did he need to know that?  His face was now the same color as his drink.  “I...don’t.”, he answered shyly but honestly.  “I’m a virgin.”

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ Iɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as soft as a lion tamed. #ncncuranza #( josuke sipping his girly drink trying to relax. ) #( he wanted a damn sundae at a bar. ) #( poor kid leaves himself wide open to his teasing! ) #suggestive

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      Cioccolata was stopped on his track at the sight of something—a BRIBE that was offered to him to keep his mouth shut, but for what reason could it be, he wondered? If Trish had been the one to tell him about his services, then why was it so important to keep it a secret from her? The more he thought about it, the more curious the doctor became with this individual; an either brave or foolish man for taking that risk, but his determination was one to be applauded. 

   His eyes remained on the brief, quietly thinking to himself of the possible consequences that he could go through if the Boss’ daughter found out eventually. He couldn’t allow that little bitch to order him around all the time, right? If neither of them said a thing, then the two of them would end winning without her knowledge! Screw her for now!

       “——You got yourself a deal, hehe… but since I’m more experienced, I will manage the sell. You can verify the transaction yourself.”

Josuke knew of the huge gamble he was taking with all of this.  Even if Trish was not a factor into all of this, there was still no telling what this insane surgeon would be doing to him as soon as he was on that operating table.  Cioccolata could easily just take the money and give him a slow, horrible, and painful death and then make even more with the black market sale.  However, Josuke was already convinced this was the only way he was guaranteed that amount of money the quickest.  He also knew that this was a huge risk for the surgeon as well.  

“Agreed.”, Josuke responded confidently, even though he was far from it.  He handed over the case.  He or someone else he trusted could verify that there was indeed 3 billion lira in there.  “No one will know of this deal.  You have my word.  When do we start?”

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ Iɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as soft as a lion tamed. #medicomorte

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Josuke peered over the man’s shoulder, smiling as if someone really was riding on the Neapolitan man’s saddle.  Being a sailor, he knew all about the superstitions of having Lady Luck being by your side.  He politely stepped out to the side, allowing them to pass on through.  

“My mistake.  I apologize for assuming you were riding alone.  I’m grateful for your assistance.”, he bowed.  “My name is Josuke.  Josuke Higashikata.”

Of course, anyone participating in the race knew that surname.   

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ Iɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as soft as a lion tamed. #b-636 #b636

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If he was after money, he’d have a better time trying to get friendly with Polpo and his gambling monopoly. Formaggio couldn’t help but be sympathetic to him, he was holding up remarkably well considering all that happened to him since Trish got her claws in him. But he could respect what he was trying to do, and at the end of the day, it was beneficial for the both of them. 

“ – Nah, but she didn’t need to. That’s Illuso’s job, and what do you know, he’s good for something.” Clearly, the assassin held little love for the mentioned team-member. He was quick to clarify who he spoke of, as Josuke wasn’t yet acquainted with all of them as well as he was. “ – He’s the guy that lurks in mirrors nearly every waking minute. The pig-tailed bastard, as I like to call him.”

Stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walked, he kept his gaze alert around the parking lot for something of use later on. He’d be hard-pressed to make it look like a freak hit-and-run accident like the last job, so he’d need something else. He took to answering Josuke’s question properly as he idly looked.

“He’s a minor politician, works for the Minister of Trade. Goes by the name ‘Lisandro Bottari’” From his pockets he withdrew something that looked like.. a brochure, shoving it at the younger man to look at. Seemed like a typical thing that was often posted to houses or given to by representatives on the street. The man in question was present in a photograph, depicting a fairly portly, middle-aged, brown-to-greying haired male.

 “ – Could’ve avoided all of this if he wasn’t intent on ruffling our feathers. If there’s anything we know about the Boss, it’s that he’s more protective of his drug routes than his own daughter.” He had no other explanation why Trish was allowed to even interact with the hitman squad other than her father plainly didn’t care. Kinda sad, if she wasn’t who she was. 

Approaching the door to the club, he rapped his knuckle three times on it, seeing the viewing slide peel back and two, hardy eyes glaring at him. Formaggio only needed to briefly show the Passione crest before they heard the sound of the door unlock, granting him and Josuke entry into the club. He glanced back at his ‘student’

“I’ll give you one chance to wait in the car if you want, but this won’t be the last time you might need t’ go to a strip club to get information or even a target.” he shrugged. Formaggio could understand someone being repulsed by such a thing, though he was testing Josuke to see what might’ve been his limit, what he was willing to set aside of himself to do. “ – I don’t exactly know what you’re into, after all.”

Josuke scrambled to open the brochure, studying their target’s description very carefully.  Minister of Trade?  He completely understood why that would pose a problem for Passione and their drug routes.  Then, it clicked.  Josuke recognized this man!  “Lisandro Bottari...”, he repeats, trying to remember where he heard the name before.  

Right before the two got to the front entrance and was given clearance to enter the club, he pocked the brochure and was snapped out of his deep thought with Formaggio’s offer.   Josuke immediately shook his head.  “No.”, he refused.  “If I’m here to learn how to do a job, it wouldn’t be wise to sit this one out.  How am I expected to get the job if I don’t have experience?”

As they entered the noisy, pulsing club, Josuke immediately blushed.  It wasn’t like it was the first time he had seen a woman’s bare...assets, but they way they were moving and the whole atmosphere of it all was definitely shocking to the young man.  He looked over to Formaggio.  They way he made his way through the club, it definitely seemed like he was a regular here.  

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ Iɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as soft as a lion tamed. #ncncuranza #( I have a feeling that Forms also brought him here just to see what his reaction would be being in a strip club. )

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// Happy Mun-Day! Wearing a husbando today! Found him in Top Hopic!

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ oᴜᴛ ᴏғ cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as wet as the evening rain. #( imma go nap then do some replies! ) #munday

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Josuke loved seeing the American country side.  While he loved the city back home as well as what he saw here in America, there was something so peaceful about it.  It was so quiet and there was no hurry to do anything.  He definitely saw why Johnny loved being here so much.  No one was here to judge him.  Just him and the horses.  It reminded him of being in the middle of his family’s orchard.  

Josuke admittedly didn’t have any experience with animals.  The Higashikatas had a pet rock dog back home and Jobin had a huge live beetle collection, but aside from that, he never really had the chance to be up close and personal with animals.  He had so much knowledge of many different kinds of plants and animals, but seeing an animal in real life was a much different experience than reading about it in a book.  

Still, that didn’t stop Josuke for wanting to learn how to ride one of these majestic creatures.  Johnny was a champion jockey after all.  He couldn’t ask for a better teacher.  His words may be a bit discouraging, much it only make Josuke more curious.

“Maybe, you could just demonstrate?  I’m fast learner.  I know how to ride a bike and sail a boat.  I should be able to pick up riding a horse no problem.”

#⚘﹕ ﹣﹣﹣ ﹙ Iɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. ﹚ you’re as soft as a lion tamed. #heartshredded #( and Josuke is just so confident he can do it! ) #( Josuke you do know a bike and a boat are not animals right? ) #( He just wants to spend time with Johnny. ) #( he knows Johnny loves the horses and he wants to do something he loves. )