Noriaki Kakyoin

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じょじょまとめ

I just noticed Dio was playing with Kakyoin’s earring during that recollection (｡･ω･｡)

I forgot to post these “i dont know how to cope with character deaths” comics from twitter

You should fuck Kakyoin. You should totally fuck Kakyoin. Don’t think of him as a noodle-haired school boy with a tapeworm for a stand, think of him as an enigma. Whats under that uniform that he refuses to take off? Abs? Cherries? Another egg? we just don’t know. but you could find out! Whether you wanna rerorero his cherries or put your fleshbud on him if ya know what i mean WONK, you should fuck Kakyoin. his noodle hair probably won’t smack you too hard when you’re in the middle of the submarine races, but don’t let that discourage you! Kak is grade A+++ fuckable and you should hop right on that banana split and be the cherry to top his ice cream. You should def fuck Kak.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.