Jowi, wearing a slightly more formal attire today for the event, replacing his sweater with a plain white tee shirt and a jacket, entered the venue, and found himself a nice seat in the middle, somewhere he could keep an eye on the venue with a stand if need be, and waited for the show to start.
Jowi was already backstage waiting for her when she got there, “Hey, come here, are you hurt? I can help you.”
He had been watching very carefully with not just his own eyes, but the eyes of Star Platinum as well. He had noticed the almost hidden movements of her as she went backstage to take care of her wounds, and reached out with a light blue and pink hand of Crazy Diamond, waiting for her to take it, so that he could heal her.
Jowi, wearing a slightly more formal attire today for the event, replacing his sweater with a plain white tee shirt and a jacket, entered the venue, and found himself a nice seat in the middle, somewhere he could keep an eye on the venue with a stand if need be, and waited for the show to start.
Monty sighed from her spot behind the red velvet curtain. Several things had already gone wrong that evening; the worst being her sampler disappearing seemingly into thin air. But she was determined to make it through the night, head held high and temper cool. Her dress was a deep, rosy crimson with a slit cut just high enough to see above her knee, the crystal around her neck gleaming in the dim light. The curtain started to rise and she stepped out to applause.
“Good even my darlings!”
Jowi was a bit on edge, regretting that he had come and talked to Monty, knowing that it could make her a target by the Foundation’s enemies, but was determined to keep her safe through this performance. He clapped and cheered with everyone else, though, trying to seem as normal as possible, as not to attract any attention.
The singer spotted him almost immediately, but refrained from making contact. It would have been quite unproffesional of her to point him out as well as rude. Instead, she continued the introduction. “I hope you are as excited as I am! Tonight’s show is a real treat!” Monty grinned, relishing in the calls and cheers and without second thought, Dream Weaver appeared behind her. Numerous crystals filled the air around her, one for every table and with a wave of her hand, sent them flying to the empty centerpieces. “Hit it!” She shouted at the musician at the piano. He nodded, opening with the song “He’s A Tramp” By Peggy Lee.
“Hmm, So this is your Stand, huh… let’s see how you use it….” Jowi muttered, sitting back, and trying to enjoy himself.
Monty grinned as she grabbed the mic, hips swaying to the band. In her mind’s eye, the stage beneath her onyx heels was changing, expanding a little, the lights a tad brighter. Behind her, men appeared, neatly dressed in black suits and a plain black mask covering their faces. Each note was perfect, each crescendo invigorating; each break found at least one of the masked men holding out their hand to her for a dance. She would take it, replacing the mic and allowed them to sweep her across the stage. Gleaming green eyes glanced up at Jowi’s table when one in particular dipped her low.
“Illusions….” Jowi said, as the setting began to change, chuckling, “Or perhaps the altering of reality itself… What a terrifying power.”
When she glanced up at him, he gave her a thumbs up and an encouraging nod.
Monty smiled at him, her partner raising her back up and sent her spinning back in the direction of the mic. The song was just about done. She just had to a couple more lines, a few more notes. The singer hadn’t even seen the wire till halfway through her last turn. It caught her ankle, cutting deeply into her skin, and she was flying for a brief moment. But it was just enough time for another partner to catch her. Dream Weaver’s claw sliced through the the metal thread hastily as she grabbed the mic and finished the song. The whole room was silent.
Then, it erupted with applause and cat calls, and it took everything she had not to sigh in relief.
Jowi saw this, and had started to stand up from his chair to help her, but when she was caught by one of her backups, he sat back down, and nodded, wondering how deep her cut was. Hopefully she wouldn’t over exert herself with an injury.
“I’ll have to use Crazy Diamond to fix her leg after the show…” he mumbled to himself as he sat back down.
Jowi, wearing a slightly more formal attire today for the event, replacing his sweater with a plain white tee shirt and a jacket, entered the venue, and found himself a nice seat in the middle, somewhere he could keep an eye on the venue with a stand if need be, and waited for the show to start.
Monty sighed from her spot behind the red velvet curtain. Several things had already gone wrong that evening; the worst being her sampler disappearing seemingly into thin air. But she was determined to make it through the night, head held high and temper cool. Her dress was a deep, rosy crimson with a slit cut just high enough to see above her knee, the crystal around her neck gleaming in the dim light. The curtain started to rise and she stepped out to applause.
“Good even my darlings!”
Jowi was a bit on edge, regretting that he had come and talked to Monty, knowing that it could make her a target by the Foundation’s enemies, but was determined to keep her safe through this performance. He clapped and cheered with everyone else, though, trying to seem as normal as possible, as not to attract any attention.
The singer spotted him almost immediately, but refrained from making contact. It would have been quite unproffesional of her to point him out as well as rude. Instead, she continued the introduction. “I hope you are as excited as I am! Tonight’s show is a real treat!” Monty grinned, relishing in the calls and cheers and without second thought, Dream Weaver appeared behind her. Numerous crystals filled the air around her, one for every table and with a wave of her hand, sent them flying to the empty centerpieces. “Hit it!” She shouted at the musician at the piano. He nodded, opening with the song “He’s A Tramp” By Peggy Lee.
“Hmm, So this is your Stand, huh… let’s see how you use it….” Jowi muttered, sitting back, and trying to enjoy himself.
Monty grinned as she grabbed the mic, hips swaying to the band. In her mind’s eye, the stage beneath her onyx heels was changing, expanding a little, the lights a tad brighter. Behind her, men appeared, neatly dressed in black suits and a plain black mask covering their faces. Each note was perfect, each crescendo invigorating; each break found at least one of the masked men holding out their hand to her for a dance. She would take it, replacing the mic and allowed them to sweep her across the stage. Gleaming green eyes glanced up at Jowi’s table when one in particular dipped her low.
“Illusions….” Jowi said, as the setting began to change, chuckling, “Or perhaps the altering of reality itself… What a terrifying power.”
When she glanced up at him, he gave her a thumbs up and an encouraging nod.
Jowi, wearing a slightly more formal attire today for the event, replacing his sweater with a plain white tee shirt and a jacket, entered the venue, and found himself a nice seat in the middle, somewhere he could keep an eye on the venue with a stand if need be, and waited for the show to start.
Monty sighed from her spot behind the red velvet curtain. Several things had already gone wrong that evening; the worst being her sampler disappearing seemingly into thin air. But she was determined to make it through the night, head held high and temper cool. Her dress was a deep, rosy crimson with a slit cut just high enough to see above her knee, the crystal around her neck gleaming in the dim light. The curtain started to rise and she stepped out to applause.
“Good even my darlings!”
Jowi was a bit on edge, regretting that he had come and talked to Monty, knowing that it could make her a target by the Foundation’s enemies, but was determined to keep her safe through this performance. He clapped and cheered with everyone else, though, trying to seem as normal as possible, as not to attract any attention.
The singer spotted him almost immediately, but refrained from making contact. It would have been quite unproffesional of her to point him out as well as rude. Instead, she continued the introduction. “I hope you are as excited as I am! Tonight’s show is a real treat!” Monty grinned, relishing in the calls and cheers and without second thought, Dream Weaver appeared behind her. Numerous crystals filled the air around her, one for every table and with a wave of her hand, sent them flying to the empty centerpieces. “Hit it!” She shouted at the musician at the piano. He nodded, opening with the song “He’s A Tramp” By Peggy Lee.
“Hmm, So this is your Stand, huh… let’s see how you use it….” Jowi muttered, sitting back, and trying to enjoy himself.
Jowi, wearing a slightly more formal attire today for the event, replacing his sweater with a plain white tee shirt and a jacket, entered the venue, and found himself a nice seat in the middle, somewhere he could keep an eye on the venue with a stand if need be, and waited for the show to start.
Monty sighed from her spot behind the red velvet curtain. Several things had already gone wrong that evening; the worst being her sampler disappearing seemingly into thin air. But she was determined to make it through the night, head held high and temper cool. Her dress was a deep, rosy crimson with a slit cut just high enough to see above her knee, the crystal around her neck gleaming in the dim light. The curtain started to rise and she stepped out to applause.
“Good even my darlings!”
Jowi was a bit on edge, regretting that he had come and talked to Monty, knowing that it could make her a target by the Foundation’s enemies, but was determined to keep her safe through this performance. He clapped and cheered with everyone else, though, trying to seem as normal as possible, as not to attract any attention.
Jowi, wearing a slightly more formal attire today for the event, replacing his sweater with a plain white tee shirt and a jacket, entered the venue, and found himself a nice seat in the middle, somewhere he could keep an eye on the venue with a stand if need be, and waited for the show to start.
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“What?!” Monty’s eyes went wide, stumbling back dramatically, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. Until about a year ago I lived in a small town in japan by the name of Morioh. I had a really bizarre summer, and decided that my talents were best suited to helping the Speedwagon Foundation protect the world from evil stand users. I can gather by the very least that you’re a singer named Monty, but I’ve never heard your music or of you until about a week ago.”
“Well, then,” Monty hastily righted herself, “We’ll just have to remedy that, won’t we, Dream Weaver?” The stand cooed as she held out her hand and stretched out a claw to clasp it. But it stopped just short of her palm, slowly raising back up to reveal a perfectly round crystal resting where nothing had been a moment before. “I’ve another show in a couple of weeks. If you show this to any bouncer, they’ll know it’s from me,” The singer held it out to him, “and let you right in. No questions.”
Jowi took the crystal, and nodded, “Alright. Thanks. I’ll report back and see if I can take some time off to see the show.”
Monty smiled. “I really hope you can. It’s going to be quite the soirée.”
Jowi chuckled, “I hope it isn’t a shirt-and-tie event, or I’ll have to ask the Speedwagon Foundation for some money to buy a suit. Well, if I do come, I’ll see you then!”
He turned and opened the nearby door to leave, waving goodbye as he left.
“What?!” Monty’s eyes went wide, stumbling back dramatically, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. Until about a year ago I lived in a small town in japan by the name of Morioh. I had a really bizarre summer, and decided that my talents were best suited to helping the Speedwagon Foundation protect the world from evil stand users. I can gather by the very least that you’re a singer named Monty, but I’ve never heard your music or of you until about a week ago.”
“Well, then,” Monty hastily righted herself, “We’ll just have to remedy that, won’t we, Dream Weaver?” The stand cooed as she held out her hand and stretched out a claw to clasp it. But it stopped just short of her palm, slowly raising back up to reveal a perfectly round crystal resting where nothing had been a moment before. “I’ve another show in a couple of weeks. If you show this to any bouncer, they’ll know it’s from me,” The singer held it out to him, “and let you right in. No questions.”
Jowi took the crystal, and nodded, “Alright. Thanks. I’ll report back and see if I can take some time off to see the show.”
“What?!” Monty’s eyes went wide, stumbling back dramatically, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. Until about a year ago I lived in a small town in japan by the name of Morioh. I had a really bizarre summer, and decided that my talents were best suited to helping the Speedwagon Foundation protect the world from evil stand users. I can gather by the very least that you’re a singer named Monty, but I’ve never heard your music or of you until about a week ago.”
(Jotaro-fuckin-Kujo) a tall, thin man with spiky black hair approached Monty, he wore a pair of black jeans and a large black hoodie, and sighed, “Hello. I’m here on behalf of a friend with the Speedwagon Foundation. I have some questions for you.”
“Questions?” The singer hummed, a delicate brow quirked slightly, “for little old me? Well, I don’t usually do private interviews.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief and she smiled charmingly. “But I suppose I can make an exception just this once.”
(Jotaro-fuckin-Kujo) a tall, thin man with spiky black hair approached Monty, he wore a pair of black jeans and a large black hoodie, and sighed, “Hello. I’m here on behalf of a friend with the Speedwagon Foundation. I have some questions for you.”
“Questions?” The singer hummed, a delicate brow quirked slightly, “for little old me? Well, I don’t usually do private interviews.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief and she smiled charmingly. “But I suppose I can make an exception just this once.”
(Jotaro-fuckin-Kujo) a tall, thin man with spiky black hair approached Monty, he wore a pair of black jeans and a large black hoodie, and sighed, “Hello. I’m here on behalf of a friend with the Speedwagon Foundation. I have some questions for you.”
“Questions?” The singer hummed, a delicate brow quirked slightly, “for little old me? Well, I don’t usually do private interviews.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief and she smiled charmingly. “But I suppose I can make an exception just this once.”
(Jotaro-fuckin-Kujo) a tall, thin man with spiky black hair approached Monty, he wore a pair of black jeans and a large black hoodie, and sighed, “Hello. I’m here on behalf of a friend with the Speedwagon Foundation. I have some questions for you.”
“Questions?” The singer hummed, a delicate brow quirked slightly, “for little old me? Well, I don’t usually do private interviews.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief and she smiled charmingly. “But I suppose I can make an exception just this once.”
User: Jonathan White (nicknamed Jowi, pronounced ‘Joey’)
Stand stats: N/A to all, but an A in Developmental potential
The user can ‘borrow’ stands from others who are still alive and use them as their own, but the stands will be returned to their user if called. Jowi cannot call out a stand he does not know or one that is in use, nor can he call out automatic stands (Superfly, Black Sabbath, etc.)
When the user calls out a stand, they gain instant knowledge of the stand’s capabilities. The user can also act as a relay for another stand, allowing a user without a long range stand to call out their stand from his location instead, but doing so requires mutual agreement, and Stand By Me cannot already have an active stand for this to work.
ACT 2: Stand Proud
Stand By Me gains the ability to use stands of those who have died, and when he does so, occasionally a shimmering image of the original user may appear behind him.
Using a stand that has died exerts vastly more stress on his body, and he cannot maintain one of these ‘dead stands’ for extended periods of time, though with practice, individual stands may have their time limits increased.
ACT3: Stand By Me, Save The World.
Stand stats: ? In all stats
Entering this act will likely kill the user. All stands that have been previously called upon by Acts 1 and 2 are melded into one single stand. This act can be maintained for a maximum of 5 minutes before the user’s heart stops. The appearance of this stand is of whatever stand the viewer fears most. It has the combined abilities of all stands it is comprised of.
Stand ability: the stand has no form or powers of its own, so instead it allows its user to ‘borrow’ another stand. The original user of the borrowed stand must be still alive or a ghost among the living (Ala Dead Man’s Q’s) for their stand to be called upon.
Jonathan must have knowledge of the borrowed stand to use it, and as such cannot borrow a stand he has never heard of. He also cannot call upon stands from a universe other than the one he is currently in.
If the original user of the borrowed stand at any time activates or calls upon their stand, Stand By Me loses that stand, and cannot call upon it until it is out of use.
Stand By Me cannot call upon automatic stands or stands bound to objects. (Notorious B.I.G., Superfly, Love Deluxe)
Stand By Me can change the stand in use at any time, but can only change to a stand within that stands own range limit. (Cannot change from Echoes 20m away into Star Platinum as Star Platinum can only move 2m away)
There may at some point be a stand evolution to this stand but that depends on if this character is well received.
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About late 2015, I created a character who I would later create an entire universe for and expanded on that universe while talking to @jotaro-fuckin-kujo since then. Now it has 6 parts and I’ve been planning on pitching the idea to some place like Dark Horse as a comic.
It’s called How To Summon A Demon. Hit me up if you want me to write a post explaining it.
Yep. This is a thing I’ve been working with her on. And now she has to type EVERYTHING.
Me and my mother just took our cat, Alice, to the vet
And we jut found out that she has extreme kidney failure. 75% of her kidneys have ceased function and there is only a 50-50 chance that she’ll make it out of this.
I have a brother. He kept stealing the charger to my devices (he got his own tho) and he used to eat my chocolate. He isn't as bad now. He buys me caramel ice cream sometimes.
That sounds AWESOME! Maybe I should ask someone to be my brother.
Jotaro walked into his home after returning from work for the day, and put down his work bag. He took off his jacket, and hung it up, and immediately heard little footsteps running down the hall. (Jotaro-fuckin-Kujo)
“HEEEEEEEY!”
Jolyne yelled as she sprinted down the hall, immediately jumping onto Jotaro.
“WHERE WERE YOU ALL DAY? I WAS BOOOOORED.” She whines as she hugs her Father, pouting a bit. She’s been home all day with Koichi and she finally got tired of his many “fun” facts about math.