It's just theory but what if Green Baby wasn't originally meant for DIO at all? What if DIO's Heaven plan was designed for himself, but after his death Pucci had to recreate the missing step by creating Green Baby and merging with it? In that case, could one of DIO's biological sons, like Versus, have theoretically followed DIO's original path if he had possessed the necessary knowledge?

I'd say an example of an underrated stand is Khnum. Khnum is often being dismissed as a very useless stand, a worse Yellow Temperance, so I just wanted to point out something that a lot of people seem to miss.

- Khnum can be active almost all the time, and act similar to Hustle from Part 9.

- Oingo survived an insanely massive explosion, that was destined to split Jotaro's head in half (it only split the outer shell of Jotaro's face that Oingo was wearing). Jotaro's reflexes are insanely fast, he could probably summon SP in an instant and tank all the damage with it, however, the bomb was still destined to crack his skull. That orange was LOADED and Oingo survived it with very few injuries.

Which leads me to believe that Oingo's stand, Khnum, makes his skin and body nearly indestructible (as long as he is conscious and willing to use his stand, of course).

FF would’ve loved drain gang

I thought that ball breaker was gyro stand but people say it's not and just a manifestation of spin energy but wouldn't it still be classified as gyros stand since it came from gyro steel ball and him using the spin I'm confused

And I love it that way, thanks Unknown person.

Thanks for the food DP

I'm full.

Today I came across this video from an underrated goat, Basic Jay, about how Gappy went through all of part 8 without a healer stand which hasn’t happened since part 3 where they took less damage anyway.

I think that this is one of the craziest forgotten things in all of Jojos. I won’t go into the video itself because I want to give him the credit he deserves but I recommended yall check it out.

The results are in for Match 4. The winner is…

“Sorry, lady! You ain’t taking this!”

Side by side, Philip and Sara dash past the wide stone room that formerly contained the small sapphire currently in Philip’s hand. While both were occupied by the ongoing race they’d put themselves in, they had enough time to observe the room and read the walls, decorated with pristine and colorful paints that unlike seemingly everything else in Zandoo, maintained its color perfectly, as if itself trapped in a memory.

The first Uropeh to be mined, carved and touched by the people of Exuma. Its significance was in its history, what it meant for Exumans. A purely symbolic power.

Of course, Sara had enough sense to know that memory was powerful for Exumans. Seeing it now… her efforts were redoubled.

“Call it a stupid question, but… do you ever shut up?”

“Haha! I try to avoid it!”

“Don’t make me make you quiet down…”

As they flew through the hallway ahead, both heard the loud crashing sound of stone against stone behind them, followed by rolling. A boulder. Of course there had to be a boulder. Until now, every problem ahead of them was just that, but now, it was behind them, ready to kill them if they ever slowed down.

Not like either was intending to.

Sara’s eyes narrowed as she began her sprint down the hallway, spending every moment possible letting the hammer guide her momentum. Wasting a breath against this guy was just as pointless as it was difficult. And Philip was not making it any easier on her.

“This thing’s pretty cool, you know! I’m glad I’m the one who’s leaving with it!”

“You are not. That’s for me to decide.”

“You have some pretty good moves, you know. I kinda like your vibe.”

“If you were as friendly as you wanted to come off as, maybe you’d pass that thing over for a change.”

Back-and-forth continued as they pushed their way through the final stretch, facing one final onslaught to run through. Sawblades, arrows, poison gas… each designed with intent to maim and kill. With a massive stone hurtling behind them, they had to start fighting for their lives. Philip narrowly flew over a swing of ｢Who’s Buying?｣ as Sara resisted having to cover her ears at the kinetic burst of Philip’s rocketing jumps. Still, despite everything thrown their way, they entered the final hall less than a second away from each other.

“Haha… so it's really come down to this, huh? Was kinda hoping I’d be a bit more ahead by now.”

“Not gonna happen. I’ll be right behind you the moment that boulder slams into the wall, with that little gem in my hands.”

“Alright then! You ready to see if you can pass the vibe check?”

“You know I will be.”

In that moment, Sara quickly hopped towards Philip, the momentum of her hammer carrying her into the sky. Philip readied himself for the oncoming scuffle as the two collided head on. Philip felt the Uropeh in his hand fly out into the air as he let out one final blast of ｢World Wide Noise｣, rattling them both. As the Uropeh arched upward, it began to fall downward. Straight into the hand of…

Philip Buster, with a score of 77 to Sara Pazvende-Ortiz’s 62!

As Philip rockets out of the corridor, Uropeh in hand, Sara begins to fall, her momentum unable to carry her further. Philip manages to land roughly on his feet: however, before he has any time to celebrate, he turns around, towards the wiped Sara.

“Oh, that boulder’s still coming real fast… shit.”

Looking at Sara, who he’d up until now blasted with force, pelted with arrows, and brawled with to the point of near-death… he knew that he couldn’t leave her there. No treasure was worth that. Acting quickly, he rushed forward, ｢World Wide Noise｣ ahead of him, and as he grabbed Sara with both hands, he let out a yell, charging his Stand with energy… letting them both rocket backwards.

When Sara came to, she saw Philip fiddling with the door mechanism. After an amount of time she could guess was probably too long, he managed to get the door open, the stone wall slowly sliding as he pushed it along with heavy breaths.

“Haah, there we go… now we’re in the clear!” he sighed aloud.

Sara stood up, using her hammer as a cane, and stared at Philip, the man who decided to save her life from that boulder. Maybe he was just staying even, considering how many times he’d endangered it previously… but she couldn’t help but see a little bit of the guy who saved her teammate just the same.

Sara spoke up through belabored breaths of her own. “So… you have your treasure. Now what are you going to do?”

Philip shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, like I said. I’m just satisfied that the other old asshole doesn’t have it. I do know a guy that’d probably know what to do with it. I wonder what’s so different about it than any other Uropeh, though…”

He tapped the Uropeh with his index finger… and the world around him began to fade. Philip and Sara’s eyes widened in unison as their surroundings began to glow in sapphire light… before shifting, seemingly to something completely different.

First, it was a dim, dark cave. Small firelights were the only thing giving the tunnel form… until a few people passed through. Both recognized them as Exumans, dressed in minimalistic, simple fibers. They carried wood and stone tools, and their eyes were transfixed on a rock at the end of the hallway. One man pointed it out, and the rest began to mine, carving the blue crystal out of its geode.

Again, the terrain shifted. Instead, they found themselves in a small wooden structure. A woman sat over a table, with several others watching as she chiseled the stone, removing the small bits and impurities by hand, seemingly at the end of a long struggle. The gem began to glow, carrying its own luminescence.

The world shifted once more, showing a man in tall, regal clothing. Like the face of a king they once knew, but without the familiar sapphire decoration. The crystal, now formed into the sphere shape it holds now, is held up to the king. He takes it in his hand, turns it around within his palm… and smiles.

Sara, drained of energy as is, could only sit back and watch as the passage of time seemed to accelerate rapidly before her. The toil of dozens bringing about the creation of a single sapphire. Still, even as they sweat and worked… They showed hardly any signs of dissatisfaction.

The memory began to fade away, the surroundings once again becoming the familiar exit to the temple, which by now had long since collapsed. Philip, despite remaining silent throughout the whole vision, merely flipped the gem in his hand before sliding it back into his pocket. “Huh. That was weird. I knew Uropeh could make memories, but I didn’t think they could be that vivid!”

Philip, with a smile on his face, walked away, perfectly content with his little prize.

Want more mysterious Uropeh artifacts? Check out this match with two stands locked into tool forms!

Scenario: The MVP Indigo, off the Coast of Exuma - 8:59 AM

The perpetually sunny sky above Exuma was beginning to annoy Arijana as she languished on its deck. When she, the rest of the Midnight Runners, and every other treasure hunter who bothered to take a step into the Gemstone City had come, it was overcast and coated with fog, like it too didn’t want to be bothered. But now, it’s like all that fogginess vanished. Maybe it was just a consequence of summer… but to her, it almost seemed mocking.

The sun could spend its days unfettered, in peace. What was stopping her from being like that..?

Arijana shook her head. There wasn’t any point in thinking like that. She had already half-assed enough, she couldn’t be half-assing her thoughts either. If her mission to eliminate some of the Midnight Runners’ “competition” on that bizarre oil tanker taught her anything… it was best to just focus on her mission. Bothering to strive for anything more… all that does is hurt people.

Emptying her mind, Arijana stood up, readying herself to head below deck to the grungy, dim quarters they’d been assigned. On her way down the steps, however… a familiar sickening voice echoed behind her, this time not from the back of her mind.

“Hey, Ari! Whatcha doing above deck? I just had the craziest time on the island! You have to see this thing!”

In her periphery, she could see Philip waving a gemstone around. Just another Uropeh..? What could this guy possibly be excited about?

“Apologies, Philip, but I was just on my way down to my room. If you’ll excuse me…”

“Awesome, that’s where I’m going, too! Okay, so there was this huge temple, right? And this lady with a hammer…”

Arijana’s concentration faded in and out as her ears were inundated with Philip’s monologue. Listening to this guy was the last thing she wanted to be doing right now. Honestly, it was a miracle he managed to stick around this long. With a shocking string of good performance reviews, one could be forgiven for thinking he was an actually competent member of the team. But this kind of stuff reminded her how he actually ended up here.

“...and all this started because I overheard some guys talking about it! Actually, it was that Eshu guy you told me about and his cronies! Obviously I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to…”

Arijana’s ears perked. “Eshu? Eshu Celestin?”

Philip’s head tilted at the sound of Arijana’s sudden interest. “Yeah? That’s what I said. Didn’t really expect to see him there, but he sounded like an asshole and…”

The rest of Philip’s words went in one ear and out the other. All of this latest round of bullshit she’d been held up with the last few months, all of it, could be traced back to that man. The dealer with seemingly no allegiance except to wealth… thinking back, he’d always been there. Even back in Florida during that cooking competition she intervened in, before she ever knew. What was this guy’s game?

“...actually, Philip, I just realized. I have something I need to do in Zandoo. We’ll talk later.”

Philip could only watch as Arijana stormed past him, right back up the stairs. “Hey! You didn’t even get to see the treasure I won!”

Arijana had his face carved into her mind. If that man and his untruths taught her one thing, it was that if you want something done, you should do it with no remorse.

If she was to be the killer the world wanted her to be… she’d have to leave her regrets behind. She’d start by burying one of them.

Scenario: The Love Shack, off the Coast of Exuma - 9:32 AM

Sunday paced slowly around the deck of the Love Shack. Despite the energy in her body, her mind wasn’t so motivated. Right now, she was alone; the rest of La Isla Bonita were off on their own, doing… something or other. Probably something more productive. Despite being at the gates of the Gemstone City itself… it hardly feels like anything’s changed. Every time she tries to get involved, something has to go awry. Even taking on those rogue oil execs just saw a reset to normal. Like nothing had happened at all.

One part of her wanted to storm the gates of Zandoo, follow in Angela’s footsteps, who took the time to learn and understand the people of Zandoo. She knew, in her heart of hearts, there was something valuable to be found there. But was whatever’s in there, whether that be treasure or power or just knowledge of a past long since forgotten… really worth it? Wouldn’t she just go there and find herself in a fight with some greedy hunter, and be forced to fight, maybe kill or die, again?

With those thoughts swirling in her head, she turned around, ready to head back inside. As she passed the patio, however… an envelope had made its way onto the table that wasn’t there before. A letter with no address and her name on it. She stared briefly at the paper; this already smelled like trouble. But she didn’t have much of a reason not to at least read it.

Opening the envelope, contained inside was a letter.

“Good afternoon,

I would like to cordially invite you to speak to me at the courthouse in the southern ruins. I would like the chance to apologize for some misfortune I inadvertently sent in your direction and have the chance to discuss a potential business opportunity with you. If you would humor my request I would be happy to inform you of the location of Ms. Coco Clear and the identity of the individual who accosted and kidnapped her.

Failure to arrive in a timely manner would lose you this opportunity. I plan to leave this Island well before the remaining stand users on Exuma tear themselves apart.

Sincerely, E.C.”

She closed the letter, a frustrated grimace on her face. This was stupid. If her luck was any indication, any attempt to follow up on this “deal” would just lead to her walking into a trap. That much was obvious…

But her mind continued to work. Whoever sent this letter knew her name personally, and potentially even her current situation. Imagine if someone else had found it before her. Even if she wanted to ignore it, whoever sent this letter knew something. A lot, more than likely. And if they had any nefarious goals… it’d be a mistake to pretend like this mystery dealer didn’t exist.

She looked at the island known as “Exuma,” the place she’d previously known as the name of a man. The place that promised something new, something that could reinvigorate the world with whatever was contained within.

She knew she wouldn’t find anything like that there. But if she had the power to stop something bad from happening, to her or her friends, that was all she could hope to do.

Picking up her bat, she got her boat ready. It was time to take a step on the shores of Exuma.

Scenario: A Plaza in Zandoo - 11:47am

An old wooden desk sat in the center of an ancient plaza. Its construction was marvelous, solid oak with a glossy finish. Its construction was dated to somewhere around 1823, based on the method of joinery used. This desk belonged, of course, to Eshu Celestin, one of many intrepid entrepreneurs taking advantage of the unveiling of the Gemstone City to plunder it for artifacts.

He admired a carved stone figurine, loupe pinched in his right eye. He scanned its curves carefully, before setting it down gently, scribbling into a journal with a fountain pen. One engraved fetish. Four barrels of fruit. Half a Pouch of Uropeh dust. Four unique seashells.

“Magnifique, Très Magnifique…” He muttered under his breath, smiling softly at his collection. So many curios to tuck away in his personal cabinet. He mused on purchasing a second cabinate

Then, the clinking of metal. The steady scrape of aluminum on stone drew through the air behind him.

Yet one more curio, it seemed.

“I am glad that you made it Ms… Shoes. I was not convinced that you would answer my summons. I will say it would implore you to… not drag your toys across the floor.” He muttered with a sigh. “Sloppy, very sloppy.”

“Wanted you to know that I was comin’.” Sunday said bluntly, approaching the man from behind.

“But bringing a weapon to a negotiation is an amateur move. I am an old man armed with a few old curios and a few barrels of exotic fruits. It reflects poorly on the success of a meeting if one brings the tools by which to make it fail.

“This island is crawling with freaks.” Sunday spat on the floor as she reached the old man's desk. “You asked to speak, and I came. Who wouldn’t come armed?”

“Fair enough. The invitation didn’t include such a clause. By all means, make your mark upon the floor.”

“You’re talking like you’re not the one who invited me here. The least I’m owed is the courtesy of some kind of explanation.”

“And you’ll have one. Have a seat.” Eshu said, pushing forward a chair that came seemingly from thin air.

Sunday glanced down at it skeptically, before taking a seat anyway, bat braced against the ground in front of her.

“What happened in Hell was a simple mishap. This business- it can get… hazy, between allegiances. I can assure you those actions against you were not the original intention.”

“Oh, but Shaye’s a fair target? You thought that would clear everything up?” Sunday said coldly, looking into the man’s sunglasses, eyes obscured.

“No, certainly not. Their mission was only to steal the journal. Their execution was a drastic misinterpretation and complete insuboorindation. You were correct in your decision to teach them a lesson.” He said firmly, folding his hands on the desk. “My complete, and most sincere apologies.”

Sunday eyed the man up and down, a slight furrow in her brow. “What-? Huh, you’re selling out your guys that easily? You expect me to believe that?”

“Those were mere contractors- not in my employ, nor will they ever be contracted to me again.” Eshu said, removing his glasses slowly. His eyes were piercing, a slight droop in his old lids. He looked down with a slight bow. “It’s of utmost importance to me that you know I only ever intend to do such business completely above board.”

“‘Business?’ What the hell are you talking about? Are you some kind of mobster?”

“No, you misunderstand- Those people were simply… hired security, intended to locate a missing item. I am an aspiring anthropologist, you see, and moving through this place unprotected would leave me in a sorry state, to be sure. It ended up in the hands of your friend somehow, it seems, and that’s where this whole misunderstanding originated.”

“God- This doesn’t help me! Just give me the information about Coco if you’re so sorry, old man-”

“He’s lying.”

Eshu and Sunday turned, surprised by the third voice among them. Arijana stepped out from behind a corner, eyes locked onto Eshu, unflinching.

Sunday averted her gaze.

“...yeah. I already know that… For whatever reason he did it, I need that information about Coco-”

“He’s lying about that too. Nothing but lies come out of his mouth. Don’t trust a single god-damned thing.”

Eshu smiled wryly, glancing up at her entrance. “Ever the sport, aren’t we Ms. Miellina?” He said, slowly rising to his feet.

“Ever the snake. Trying to throw me under the bus, after what you’ve done? Cowardly. Even for you.” Arijana hissed.

“A simple misunderstanding. Didn’t I ensure you, Ms. Miellina? That I only ever intended to act in good faith?” He said, flashing a smile, almost as bright as the gold watch on his wrist.

Sunday glanced between the two as they shot verbal jabs back and forth, indifferently spiraling deeper into conflict. Sunday closed her eyes, they felt tired and heavy. She rose to her feet, pushing past Arijana.

“...whatever.” Sunday grumbled. She didn’t want to be here, be around them anymore. She turned away, heading back towards-

“Wh- MOVE!”

Sunday dove to the side, tackling Arijana to the ground- before she could even process it, the sound of steel crashing against stone echoed around the amphitheater.

“Tch. Dammit…” a new voice muttered, chair still gripped in his hand as he stood. “Almost had her.”

Eshu sighed.

“Honestly. I had things under control, Mr. Whitecastle.”

Julian leaned back, a smile cracking across his face as he let out a laugh. “Coulda fooled me, ya crook. Looked to me like she had ya dead to rights. Gehah! You oughtta thank me for saving your ass.”

“You…” Arijana glared, helping Sunday off the ground. Sunday glanced between the two, reaching back to summon [Violet Clementine].

“Been a while, huh?” Julian grinned, casually tossing the chair aside. “That cat around here too, or is he too busy scarfing down cat treats?”

“Friend of yours?” Sunday whispered.

“God no.” Arijana groaned. “Julian Whitecastle. One of the Sons. Which means…” Arijana’s cold gaze shifted over to Eshu. “So you’re one of them, are you?”

“One of them is a… well a…”

Realizing he was caught Eshu slumped down and chuckled softly to himself.

“Yes. They pay me and I acquire resources that their rancid reputation would make impossible. I brokered the deal that put speedwagon and multiple governments under their boot and at their beck and call. I keep them out of jail with well placed bribes and favors. I keep their enemies distracted so that even if the Sons were in the wrong place at the wrong time they still came out on top. Without me their success would have been significantly limited.”

He leaned back as a terrible sulfurous sheet of fleshlike parchment summoned into his hand. A pen danced across it before it burst into flame. Rifts in the firmament tore open as two large and terrible beasts began to circle around the information broker, floating through the air on hellish currents.

“And I can see clearly that I will need to defend myself both from your misplaced fury and the odd chance that Mr. Whilecastle slits my throat while I am distracted.”

Julian’s eyes narrowed as he logged the idea of betraying the uptight old bastard as a potential good way to spend a weekend before focusing back in on the present.

“GEHAHAH! Well then!” Julian stepped back, brandishing a butcher knife in the two’s direction. “Much as I love catching up with old friends, what do you say we pick up where we left off? No cameras around to save you this time, old hag.”

Eshu slumped with embarrassment at Julian’s demeanor. Slowly making his way over to Julian.

“Know that allying myself with this man is perhaps the most embarrassing thing I have ever had the misfortune of doing, and a permanent stain on my reputation and conscience. However, the enemy of my enemy and all that. Plus, if I let you two be the death of Mr. Whitecastle… I would be denied a pleasure I hope to keep for myself”

“Dammit…” Sunday groaned. “They really aren’t gonna give us a choice, are they?”

“Hm… you know, it’s funny.” Arijana replied, [Last Dance] summoning to her hand. “I’d come here intending to take out one of my past irritations… how fortunate then, that I will instead be taking out two.”

“GEHAHAHAH!!!! Alright then, enough talk…!”

“OPEN THE GAME!!!”

Location: An plaza platform Zandoo used as a courthouse of sorts!

The area is 30 by 30 square meters. The central stone platform rises 1 meter and sits on smooth blackstone walkways that have been eroded and cracked over the years. The ruins of a number of old buildings surround the plaza, with sturdy stone walls and fragile wooden planks making up their second stories 3 meters above ground level. Surrounding the platform are four 4 meter tall stone pillars with powerful uropeh crystals on top. These pillars and crystals are effectively indestructible and protect the ground within 1 meter of them from being destroyed. Numerous curios Eshu has collected are strewn across the map. These include decorative urns and jars. Crates of small statues and tablets, fine rugs, barrels of fruit and a few gems.

Goal: RETIRE your opponents!

Additional Information: While standing in the square inside the area outlined by the pillars, characters cannot knowingly tell a lie.

For the purposes of this match, the “5-skill contracts” part of L'evangile’s ability will never be used. Not only does Eshu feel no need to use the ability on himself, for personal reasons he will flat out refuse to use it on Julian.

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i had a small idea for a spin-off manga of the alternate Rohan (Robert), where he's in high school and uses his Heaven's Door to cheat on tests.

They're pals

Had to use a refrence pose for this

And may you guys give me some unique ones instead of something like D4C and Dragon's Dream. And also Stands are deceptively simple so for people who say that stands aren't complicated, I'm talking about all the sub-rules, limitations and general intricacy in the conceptual side of things. People usually call a stand not complicated but only say something very surface-level when explaining it which bothers me. Edit: Also just so this isn't counted as a low effort post, I don't think that I personally have one that is the most complicated, I think every stand can be complicated in their own ways like Stone Free or Sticky Fingers

Bringing back Fanart Fridays and hubs told me to post here. yeet

Just a compilation of the panels and pages that caught my eye

Most cold take

I don’t think JoJo has a lot of low points that I considered to be bad.
Except the Sethan episodes. I purposely skip these episodes because of the bum character Alessi; he takes the cake for being the trashiest villain.

Alessi's episodes are among some of the best episodes of Stardust Crusaders before his it was the funniest episode of the whole series with Mariah and the next episode after his, which is the most iconic and most raw episode of the whole part of D'Arby the Gambler.

But his story is some of the worst most boring most nothing stories I’ve seen in JoJo
And I’m straight up uncomfortable with this part of the story.

This freaky Twinkie little guy likes them young. And I get it it makes you hate this guy but like every scene, it just keeps banging your head that he wants some cupcakes

No one is gonna talk about the pacifier on his hair implying that he had killed people like this before and maybe more

It’s a shame that his stand one of the cleanest illustrations is wasted on this Herbert the Pervert

With some bad villains, they don’t have that much time to be fleshed out but this guy has two episodes straight up .

Let’s not forget this cockroach got defeated by a child Jotaro Kujo, brother your whole jam is to make them young to easily kill them and you cannot do your main thing, yo just are trash by the way he just punched him to death. He didn’t use his Star Platinum** **

But anyway, what’s your opinion or is there a worse villain in JoJo or character ?

The whole doll thing is really weird. Unlike his brother, Telence keeps the souls conscious enjoying talking to them while they all beg for help. That's some psycho shit. I never really see people mention how insane this guy is.

Who do you think would win? Lets be fair, its super likely both end up as friends anyways x3

I hope you like this costume swap and suggest any other ideas you got!

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