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Day 1 for a shiptober i found on twitter! i probably won't be able to do it all so i won't tag it for inktober;(

here’s some art I’ve made for my jotawife playlist on Spotify! here’s the link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/74mulVdwWP8zhYP3wkpm3h?si=536aff6e1f2447d0 feel free to listen to it. I won’t be posting much, just wanted to share this piece with you guys :)

SAL 9000 android(?) design ;33 for all the 5 SAL fans out there<33

it's messy as hell because it was drawn at 3 AM but she's here... i love her

mutual reblogged my post which means they still love me 10002992 healed 383782728272 revived

Drawing based on a dream I had with them a bit ago

tamagotchi!!☆

EDGAR’S VOICE IN THE EARLY ELECTRIC DREAMS IS SOOO CUTE!!

“Think you can give me a hand?”

“Hehe, do I have one? :)”

I saw someone on twitter (yes I'm still calling it twitter) oh so passionately say that we should accept that jotaro is misogynistic... which... again...

W h y ?

Misogyny: hatred of, aversion to, or prejudice against women

Of course, let's forget that:

His personal space was getting violated so his anger isn't rooted out of misogyny but lack of boundaries

Went to Egypt to save his mother

Got pissed when an innocent female nurse was involved

Watched over Anne who is essentially a child

Didn't mind Nena a.k.a The Empress temporarily traveling with them

Showed respect to Suzi Q over the phone

Respectfully talked to Tomoko even consoling her for a second about the loss of her dad

Got close, loved, and married a woman

Cherished his daughter first and foremost

... that's not misogyny, that's just jotaro being skeptical with people... as in men women non binary folk alike in general.

"He isn't interested in them as people (as to listen or engage)"

So if Jotaro isn't interested in them as "people", then what? As objects, toys or walking flesh bags like how DIO would see them as? Do they equate joot with his most hated enemy when it comes to women??

Is that how far they want to mischaracterize him? With the blatant sexism?

"Don't act like he doesn't act a way towards women sometimes."

What way? Rightfully being upset when they invade his space? Helping out when he's aware that they're vulnerable people with no Stands to fend with? Engaging in respectful normal conversation as jotaro would with anybody else?

"He wants to ignore women more"

Does he?? Where in the show does he ACTIVELY avoid female interaction? I'm sure as hell he had no problem with that in Part 4 and 6.

In defense for canon jotawife-

We all know jotaro just doesn't get into relationships willy nilly. He isn't one to just marry randomly. If anything, maybe he just wanted a life for himself (you know... like Jonathan and Joseph)

THEN AGAIN

He's a walking magnet

He attracts Stand users to attack him

And his wife and child? Non Stand Users who cant see Stands vulnerable to their attack

And while I do agree that communication should've taken place, even if he did explain, he would've had to constantly be paranoid if they were safe while they constantly had to move around to avoid them

Why else would he leave them be? Because he can? Because he wants to? Or in their terms, "prance around, be gay, and fuck dolphins??"

Like shut the fuck up.

But who am I to say this right? After all, this is a twitter user who's a proshipper, draws joot as a bottom in the most questionable of ships and in hentai-levels of fanart

omg it's so cute I can't- 🥹 I love it sm!

FAMILY - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : semi-nudity, first-time parents, this is set between SDC and DIU, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : Been rewatching JJBA and yearning for a family with this man.

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“She’s so small.”

Jotaro’s voice was just as small; quiet enough that they barely heard him through the thin walls separating the bathroom from their bedroom. After having washed up a little in the middle of the night (something they rather enjoyed, amidst all the fuss of waking up at ungodly hours to feed their daughter), they made their way back to their room.

The scene they walked in on was something that must’ve come straight out of their most personal dreams, one that a younger version of them would’ve been pining after every single day and blushing furiously as their imagination ran with them.

There was Jotaro, lying back in bed with his legs crossed as he always was—only this time, his shirt was pulled off and strewn to the side somewhere. Jolyne’s tiny body was nestled against his naked chest, her clean skin a little flushed and all endearing. Her entire fist was curled around just one of her father’s fingers, while his other hand cradling her head was carefully brushing through her dark tufts of hair.

It was that sight alone that sent their heart pounding in their chest and threatening to burst through their ribcage with sheer adoration. “You’re really keen on listening to the nurse’s advice for skin-to-skin contact, huh?”

His response wasn’t verbal; just a nod of his head and a mesmerized look on his face as he watched their daughter coo a little at the soothing motions he did. She seemed to be just as attached as he was, half-asleep and blinking up drowsily at him, while still leaning into his every touch in the way that endearingly clingy babies did.

“Jolyne likes it,” Jotaro simply said, his teal eyes softer than they’d ever seen as he regarded Jolyne with that same rare adoration that he bestowed upon the very few people he adored, undeniably so. He only tore his gaze away from her to look at them as they crawled into bed beside their spouse and daughter. “It’s late, and you’re tired. You should sleep.”

“So should you.” Their hand came to rest on the left side of his chest, palm settling against the warm skin and feeling every reassuring thump of his heart beating. A soft caress only helped his heart to pick up the pace, and a small, almost-imperceptible blush to rise up the tips of his ears. “You’ve been getting up almost every single night, and even feeding her on the days I’m too exhausted. You need rest too, darling.”

Jotaro stilled for a few moments, before turning his attention back to little Jolyne, who seemed to be close to slipping back into her dreamless slumber. He didn’t utter a word for a bit; long enough for them to start doubting he’d say anything at all.

Until, that is, he broke the silence with six little words, softly spoken with all the yearning in the world, and with his eyes looking so tenderly at her; like he was cradling the entire world in his hands, despite being calloused hands that had—for a heart-achingly long time—only ever been used for violence and bloodshed.

“I don’t want to miss anything.”

It dug deep into their heart and nestled there, right with all of the millions of reasons they’d already had and learnt as to why they love him so wholly; that keenness of his that branded him as someone so fiercely devoted to the few he let inside his impossibly high walls. And it was a privilege that they wanted to cherish forever.

“You won’t miss out on anything if you just let yourself relax.” They leaned in to press a soft kiss to his slightly-stubbled cheek. “We’ll still be here in the morning, I promise you. We’re not going anywhere.”

All they got was a grunt to show that he was listening, and nothing more. Jotaro remained fixated on the sight of Jolyne’s chubby cheeks smooshed against his skin, and rosy with the happiness of a good feed.

But they could see how their words seemed to settle into his mind, as the tension unwound between his shoulders, and his body sunk deeper into the pillows he’d nestled against. The small furrow between his thick eyebrows had slowly melted away, and the ever-so-gentle quirk of his lips into a half-smile brought their heart to a near-stop.

He huffed out what sounded like a quiet chuckle. “I’ll hold you to your word, then.”

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