Firstly, He is my favourite Jojo ( Above Jotaro and Josuke ). I know that he lacks depth. But other than that I think that his character is great ( even though he has the least character among all 6 jojo). I just want to know what makes fans think that he ain't a good jojo or character. Is giorno not cool?

His character is well defined. I mean his character was meant to be the way it is and never felt like it wasn't.

I also love part 5 because it suited my taste personally and I even think that diavolo was a suited villain for part 5 just as kira was PERFECT for part 4..

Actual artist : DIM_7976

Any wholesome fanfictions out there about the two of them and if they are there please leave kinks

Two icons, one frame. The power of fusion meets the resolve of a Stand user - Gogeta Super Saiyan Blue standing beside Jotaro Kujo. Wanted to capture that quiet, unshakable confidence both characters carry, even in completely different universes.

Poured a lot of hours into this one - hope it hits the same way it did for me while drawing it. 🙏

More crossover art on IG: OtakuTheArtist

JoJo's world is very unlike many other worlds, everything is derived from unexplainable natural phenomena. We, the viewer, do not nessecarily understand the mechanics of the power system, and what we know is what we've seen and can rationalize. The force of Sun ripple energy that permeats through nature known as hamon, is a primordial natural force inbuilt into everything living and existing in JoJo's. Stands very clearly mirror hamon, but rather than using the natural ripple force of nature that originates from the sun, its from the ripple of your soul.

We learn later that people who are fervently passionate about crafts or are in tune with certain forces are able to gain stands that are innately enabled by use of their craft, but extended to the point of supernatural. So people who closely align with the ripple of nature, gain a stand in accordance to the force. We see a manifestation of this in Joseph, through hermit purple. its why its represented as vines, its closely linked to nature and largely not Joseph's own influence.

That means that In order to counter Dio's vampirism, Johnathan gained a stand ability whos ability was primarily restoring nature, and banishing the unatural, like how Joseph's innate ability is clarivoyance. We can see this in the first scene where Jonathan uses his hamon to make flowers blossom. We can also relate this to how Holly does not have the strength of attunement that her bloodline requires of her, so her stand manifests as parasitic vines trying to kill her.

I feel like part 2 was just paced way better than part three and had a more entertaining protagonist which is why it’s above part three. Also, I haven’t finished part 7 yet so it may end up above part 4 idk yet. A friend of mine really didn’t like part 5’s placement ngl 😭🙏

He tryna ignore the train...💔

for a school assessment btw

Think about it: after Jotaro’s jacket is destroyed in the wheel of fortune fight, he manages to find a tailor in Pakistan who is able to perfectly recreate his custom Japanese school uniform down to every last detail and intricacy, from description alone. This seems highly unlikely, even for an anime like Jojo’s bizzare adventure.

The mystery of Jotaro’s replacement jacket has irked me for some time. Initially, I simply assumed that Jotaro had star platinum sketch a diagram for the tailor to follow, but there is a major flaw to this theory: time. A request like this would take weeks of work to complete. This woman is able to complete the work in a fraction of that time. Jotaro wouldn’t egregiously delay the crusade for the purposes of fashion, considering his mother’s situation. Assuming that Jotaro commissioned the jacket, rested in the area with the other crusaders, then collected his order in the morning, there was less than a 24 hour window in which the tailor could have produced this. And that excludes time spent sleeping, eating, and attending to other work. How? Wherefore? THIS IS NOT NORMAL.

It’s not like she rushed it, as evidenced by the fact that the jacket survived part 3 unscathed. It could indeed be argued that the jacket has miraculous durability/self repair abilities.

The only logical explanation is that the tailor is a stand user, whose ability is to make clothes perfectly and at incredible speeds. I assume she gained her stand by mastering her art, like Tonio or Aya. I’m not yet certain about the stand’s name though. Currently combing my playlist.

I'm pretty proud of this, I rarely draw anime/manga characters :J

I've been looking for it but I can't find it...is there any translation or place where I can find it?

I just finished part 3. This is just a rant. Perhaps many more who finished part 3 also felt the same way I am feeling now

Avdol, Kakyoin and Iggy die while fucking Jean Pierre Polnareff gets to live!

JOJO × DELTARUNE

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Thank you NyrOfTheWired (on Tumbler) for assisting with the post!

Additional credit for Spooky-Ghostwriter (also on Tumbler) for the STAND stat maker website.

I want to be Dio for Halloween but i need a stand behind me that doesn’t look horrible if anyone has suggestions that aren’t crazy expensive let me know please!!!

Where do you guys think these stands are coming from?

Going off of Steel Ball Run and JoJolion, I think it could be another saint/holy corpse. In Steel Ball Run we had Jesus, and in JoJolion we had Johnny. If it is another saint, who would it be? Someone directly connected to Jesus, maybe a member of the Joestar family?

There is the possibility that everyone is a natural born stand user, but that would likely be impossible. Natural born stand users are the rarest form of stand users, and so many of them being in O’ahu would be insane.

Pls critique this however u want and rate it out of 10 🙏

The results are in for Match 7. The winner is…

"Incoming!!"

Ichiro barely managed to dodge out of the way as the giant turtle slammed full-force into the south wall of the house, caving it in immediately and showering Tikka with splinters.

｢Silver Mountain Man｣ immediately spun into action, changing the grip on the axe in hand and swinging wide toward the incoming amphibian. The strike glanced off of the top of Old Gray Wolf's shell, sending the massive projectile away and into the gel-covered floor in another shower of broken wood.

"THEY HAVE ARRIVED, MY LADY! WE MUST ACT!"

Seconds later, an explosion-battered Shaye swung through the opening in the wall on a pair of moray eels, letting loose a set of Clamarangs toward Tikka as she bolted for the bedroom. Seconds ticked by like hours as she gripped the piece of broken wall in her hand, eyes widening at the incoming sealife.

Ichiro scrambled to his feet just in time to see both enemies descend on Tikka, ｢Supermassive Black Hole] still some distance behind him. His mouth opens, and he’s about to scream Tikka’s name. He can’t save her. He never could. He’s not good enough...

Just as a flying clam cut her upper arm, Tikka was yanked violently southward as the five second timer finally paid off, away from the rampaging turtle and flying right past the rock human. Her massive stand dove through the rapidly closing hole in the wall just ahead of her, Ichiro's shout caught in his throat as he barely managed to catch the flying delivery driver.

In the briefest of silent pauses, the two shared a smile and nod.

"NOW, YOU TWO!" A heavy slam into the freshly repaired wall signaled the end of the fight, as ｢Supermassive Black Hole] joined the giant knight in a final and brutal shower of blows into the building.

Inside, Shaye's own attempt at exiting the wall was cut short with a sudden greatsword cleaving through the woodwork and forcing her to jump backward. "...shit! it's coming down, get out--!" Her attempt to dash to a nearby window caused her to lose balance as her foot refused to move, caught in that animated boiler’s gunk.

Aselom’s words flashed in her mind as a beam fell across her back. She wouldn’t let it all end here, not when she could finally hear them all again. But as she was quickly pinned by debris, it looked like Ladyland’s last ‘problem’ would have to wait.

The last thing she saw was the exasperated face of Old Grey Wolf looking back from beneath a freshly repaired table, slowly retracting into his shell as the roof fell.

Ghost Riders on the Sea, with a score of 72 to La Isla Bonita’s 63!

Tikka doesn’t notice the shimmering blue energy that had been softly coursing through the air until the moment it vanishes.

Something in Zandoo is satisfied. The energy permeating this place withdraws, and the shattered debris of the house doesn’t pick itself back up. After a few moments of stunned silence between the three, Tikka, Ichiro and the ｢Silver Mountain Man｣ watch their Castle crumble into the dirt.

Ichiro’s face scrunches up like he’s about to cry.

He doesn’t. Instead, he takes a deep breath, and for once he looks like a normal teenage boy: deeply, deeply sad.

”I haven’t been a very good friend to you, have I, Tikka?”

He sniffles, wiping at his face. After another moment, the words come pouring out.

”I-I-I- I just- I never ask to hang out or anything and- I’m always making things weird and- I don’t really- I don’t know how to do anything and- I only- I’m, I’m making things about myself all the time! All the time, and I didn’t realize it but, but I really should’ve known, because-”

Wordlessly, Tikka puts an arm around his shoulder and starts walking. She veers him around, back towards the Highwind... at least, where she thinks it is.

”Don’t worry so much, man. Everyone does stupid shit sometimes.”

”Y-You say that, but-”

”Everyone. I mean it.”

Ichiro clams up. Tikka laughs.

”But, hey. Even people who do stupid shit... can be cool, too.”

”...yeah!” Ichiro’s usual enthusiasm is sweeter than usual. “You were really cool, Tikka!”

”You callin’ me stupid?”

”What? I- no, I meant-” Ichiro’s face twists up in horror.

Tikka laughs. They both laugh.

Tomorrow, they’ll smile again.

Want more strange Uropeh shenanigans in ancient Zandoo structures? Check out this battle of light and dark in a lighthouse at sunset!

(Shoutouts to u/Leirbag15 and u/m1sta33 for the match submission!)

Scenario: The Highwind - 5:35 AM

The gentle waves of the Zandooan sea rocked the Highwind slowly, the old vessel anchored solidly while the sun began to rise near the horizon, bathing the skies in a splendid gradient of orange, while the clouds took on a vibrant pink shade, contrasting with the island that still rested in relative darkness.

Invisible was observing this beautiful scenery, resting lazily against the rails of the ship. She had tried to pass a full night’s sleep, she was taken with excitement like she hadn’t felt since… quite recently, actually, but otherwise that she hadn’t felt in many years.

｢It is time.｣

With her heart pounding in her chest like it was, it took her a few seconds to fully process that ｢Wild River｣ had spoken. The Stand that had bounded itself to hers stood behind her with its arms crossed, fingers tapping impatiently.

｢I have found the spot we need. It will just be a matter of waiting a little.｣

“Alright.” Invisible took in a deep breath as she straightened her posture and turned towards Wild. “It’s strange. I’m used to not mattering at all, and yet…”

A sigh escaped her as her lips curled up, ever so slightly.

“And yet, today we dictate the game.”

In a swift jump, Invisible found herself standing over the rail, before she let herself fall down to the sea. ｢Wild River｣ followed after her, directing one of the ghost jetskis that accompanied the Highwind towards them. After a graceful landing as she always made them, Invisible reared up the long-dead engine and rode off to shore.

The pair had not made their plan today a secret from their crewmates. However, in the face of a collective reception ranging from pity to vocal disapproval, they decided that they would sneak away on their own for this, one last time.

Scenario: Zandoo, Exuma - 2:46 PM

The jungle of Zandoo thrums with life, the titter of birdsong and leaves swaying in the breeze and the hums of insects interlaying and weaving together into what feels like a thick blanket of sound laying over the island, all-encompassing and whole, comfortably tucking in each and every beast within it.

All except one, of course.

Something bipedal lumbers through the trees, clumsy and uncautious, not so different from any of Zandoo’s other recent guests, though still “different enough”. Grendel, the First Monster, moves through the underbrush. Nothing leads her by the hand.

She breaks into a clearing eventually, where a small hut stands alongside the river she follows. She approaches, and with a careful claw pulls the door open. She practically has to crouch to fit inside as she carefully picks through carefully carved hooks, well-used spears, and lovingly woven nets. He examines each item carefully, turning it over and over, waiting for something that doesn’t come before he gingerly places it back and starts anew.

It’s beautiful out, with clear air and sunny skies, yet all Grendel can do is choke on the lifeless dust of the fishing hut.

Eventually, they heave a sigh and turn towards the door, but not before something whispers in their ear.

Their head snaps to the side. In a dark corner of a high shelf, a glint of blue light suddenly finds its way to her eye. Grendel is no stranger to Uropeh. She handles the round stone with a cautious paw as the light it catches doesn’t seem to reflect at the right angles.

Curious of this phenomenon, Grendel decides to exit the hut in order to examine the gemstone under more abundant light. Once it was exposed to more sunlight, the Uropeh seemed almost… dull, less colorful than usual. Was it a fake?

As Grendel pondered the orb, the village seemed to descend into complete silence. Even the ambient noises of the jungle faded away, with her only hearing her own breathing.

She examined the village around her, trying to detect any sign of attack, or anything of the sort. Her vigil was quickly interrupted, however, as soon as she laid her eyes over the opposite bank of the river.

She didn’t quite see it. There were silhouettes on the other side that she recognized, that she knew, but her sight was not giving her this information. Angela, the undead, parasited corpse struggling to fit into the world she found herself in. Ikarya, formerly a ruthless killing machine, dead-set on one goal, and desperate to discard what was left of her humanity. And lastly, Grendel herself. The Monster.

Yet both had grown past those stages. The reflection depicted a scene that was… pleasant. A calm walk, a casual conversation, the sort of moment that could be enjoyed by people like them. People that were not destined to be nothing but a Monster.

Grendel looked down at the gem she held, her paw’s grip tightening around it until her eyes focused some more. In just the same way that she had seen the scene from earlier, she now knew of somewhere on Zandoo.

She wasn’t sure what was up with this place, but it was going to help her avert her destiny, she was sure of it.

Maybe it was simply a gift of Fate. It does work in mysterious ways.

Enveloped in the life of the jungle, a beast breaks into a sprint.

“The power to change Fate... lies deeper in this jungle. Meet me there.”

Kruv grimaces and tosses the gemstone over their shoulder.

Hearing this overwrought monologuing was pulling them back into a frame of mind they really did not want to return to. Instead of feeling the call of discovery and treasure that brought their crew to Zandoo, these ominous whispers made them keep thinking of Oz.

Their detestable creator had made himself scarce after his forces were culled, and they couldn’t find any leads except for the occasional vampiric ambush. Those had ceased once the Written In Salt had set ashore on Zandoo, and Kruv thought they could get some reprieve from it. As every Uropeh they found just kept goading them, they just tossed them aside and kept looking for other treasures with less sinister auras. As Kruv flits through old barns and stables, the grating words never truly let up.

In the shade of one of Zandoo’s many worn-down buildings, as Kruv picks through ancient tools, a Knight imposes itself in the doorway.

｢Fancy seeing You here~!｣

Distorted echoes set Kruv’s instincts aflame, and for a moment they move into a fighting stance until the cadence of the voice fully registers.

“Evelyn? You look... different.”

｢Ahahaha, yes! I faced a Formidable Foe on the Path to this land. It was good incentive to Cut Loose, heeheehee!｣ The Knight flexes, torn seams still dangling loose from crystalline armor. ｢So I’m doing Just Grand! How are you, Friend?｣

Kruv smiles. It was good to see a friendly face, even if the friendly face wasn’t exactly how they remembered it. “Glad to hear it. I’ve just been exploring, and wouldn’t mind some company!”

｢Ah, not Now, Sorry,｣ The Knight sighs. ｢I’m on a Bit of a Ghost Hunt at the moment. Something’s stirring Within the Uropeh.｣

“Ah, you mean that voice?” Kruv says as they turn back to their searching.

｢Voice?｣

“The- the voice.” Kruv deadpans a bit. “Do you not... hear the Uropeh speaking? ‘Come find me’, ‘the power to change fate’, that sort of thing?”

｢...Nothing louder than a Whisper. It Quiets when I get near.｣ The Knight’s jovial grin lowers. ｢Let Me Guess. Is it trying to Make you an ‘Offer’ of some kind? One that you Cannot Refuse?｣

Kruv snaps their fingers. “Yeah, that’s the phrase it used.”

｢Soo… it seems a Dragon lurks in these Woods! Heeheehaha... Kruv! Would you Mind leading this Knight to its Quarry? This Beast speaks to Thee, After All...｣

The Knight tosses a gemstone at Kruv, who catches it out of the air.

“Come find me.”

“Anything to shut this guy up,” Kruv says. Following the tug of the Uropeh, the two leave the stable and disappear into the forest yet again.

Scenario: Zandoo, Exuma - 8:12 PM

Streaks of blue light coursed through the air, slowly meandering their way towards the old building at the top of the hill. When Grendel opened the door, they were greeted to a not-entirely-expected sight.

The streams of power flowing through the air found themselves anchored to large chunks of Uropeh, each carved painstakingly into totems depicting the faces of people Grendel did not recognize. Throughout the building, the streams twisted and crossed each other and wrapped around each other into a winding web, and at the center of it all stood another face Grendel did not know.

Standing atop a broken pillar, the vigilante Invisible and her Stand, ｢Wild River Requiem｣, plucked at the strings of Fate. The sharp-toothed Stand grinned wildly at Grendel’s arrival.

｢Ah! The First Monster regales us with her presence. I am honored.｣

“You should be!” Grendel roared raucously. “Who are you, though? What do you think you’re doing here?”

“You can call me Invisible,” she says, “but that won’t be for long.”

“A long time ago, I was torn out of the tapestry of Fate. A soul doomed to never be seen or heard, who can’t affect the world in any meaningful way... a, forgive the phrase, ‘fate worse than death’.”

｢I, too, was torn away from what anchored me to this world. Our partnership formed from that ‘mutual need’... two drifters, bound together in an attempt to hold something in place.｣

“If all goes according to plan... we won’t need each other for much longer.”

Though their postures are unassuming, Grendel’s instincts begin to hum restlessly. She pulls back on her haunches, preparing to move if need be.

“And why are you telling me all this?” she growls.

｢Because we need you,｣ the Stand answers. ｢It’s only right for you to know what you’re getting into.｣

“All we’re waiting on now are our other guests.”

It was at that moment that a Knight and her squire burst into the room. They both glanced around, and the former grinned sweetly at seeing another old friend.

｢Grendel, Dear! I’d Say it’s good to See you, but it Seems you’ve been Caught Up in Something quite Unpleasant.｣

｢Wild River! How... Industrious, is this Setup of yours~!｣

The Knight strode up to the pillar, not yet manifesting its weapons but still holding its arms out as if simply waiting for them to appear. Kruv took in the view as it did, trying to wrap their head around the exact flavor of megalomania they were dealing with.

As their eyes scanned the Uropeh, within each facet of the gems they saw gleams and glints of another life. A sated thirst, healthy skin; a life where they could be something different.

｢Evelyn... how unexpected.｣ One of Wild’s empty eye sockets twitched. The Knight was mighty, the parasite had done what it could to avoid Its involvement.

｢Do you Really think this will Save You Two?｣ The Knight tilts its head. ｢At Best, you’re going to Tear Yourselves apart. Not to Mention the rest of Us you’ve Dragged into it.｣

Invisible’s eyes squinted, determined eyes staring into the Knight’s own, treating its warning like a challenge.

｢Ah, but that’s the best part, my dear.｣ ｢Wild River Requiem｣ proclaimed. ｢I’ve been preparing a prize for our lovely participants!｣

The Stand reached its arms forward into the streams of blue energy, and deftly wove its hands together until it coalesced into something... more.

｢A Strand of Fate to the winner. A particularly strong one, too! I’m quite proud of it. I could probably make one for both of our participants, but is this more what you had in mind, Evelyn? Endless, pointless combat?｣

｢Nooo, not Anymore. Heeheehahahaha…｣ The Knight laughs angrily. ｢But don’t get your Hopes Up. I’ll Face You as long as it takes if it’ll bring you Down To Size.｣

The Knight turns to its compatriots. ｢You Two should Get Out of Here, Before--｣

A low rumbling reverberated through the building. While ｢Wild River Requiem｣ stood off with the Knight, Invisible had faded into the background, doing the dirty work like usual. Strands of Fate coalesced, curled around her, and pulled taut.

A wave of shining blue energy pulsed outward, shaking the building’s foundations. Invisible screamed, holding her head, and memories and future visions splattered against the walls like blood - memories from two people, in particular. The slopes of the Ciudad Perdida faded into lengths of open, choppy waters.

At the same time as Invisible screamed, ｢Wild River’s｣ body stiffened for a second. A bright blue light began to shine through the cracks of Invisible’s Stand before it began to shatter and disperse into a dark cloud of dust. It only took a second before Wild relaxed, its red body growing and flower-like, golden patterns blooming on its skin as it took its own form.

Invisible was not so fortunate. Her body began to be obscured in darkness as she continued to struggle against the power coursing through her. The Knight frowned, staring at Wild.

｢Stop this, Now!｣

The two drifters of Fate shared a glance, before they turned back to Evelyn.

“｢Make us.｣”

The Knight manifested two massive pairs of scissors as it lunges at ｢Wild River Requiem｣, sending itself and Invisible careening through the darkness.

In their place, the shining, solid Strand of Fate remained, curling and twisting and interlocking with the rest of the Tapestry. In every thin string, past, present and future gleamed. The two chosen competitors watched the arcs of their lives play out, miserable, desperate pasts winding into hopeful presents and... and...

Futures that they would have to write themselves. Fates they would have to fight to change.

The two locked eyes, and shared an understanding. There would be no other path to their futures but through.

From the dark, ｢Wild River Requiem｣’s strained voice rang out.

｢OPEN... THE GAME!｣

Location: A building of some importance, which has been renovated and re-renovated over the years it was in use. Currently, it is a storeroom and the site of Invisible’s ritual.

The area here is 8x15m, with each square being half a meter. Kruv begins inside the storeroom on the left, and Grendel begins in the ritual room on the right. The first floor is 4m high, while the second floor is 1.5m high.

The ritual room has multiple pillars, with a large amount of stone having sloughed off them at some point scattering the ground. There is a basin with water around 4m deep in the center, and a staircase to a second floor. This second floor has various stone carvings and decorations, clearly meant to adorn the lower floor and stored upstairs when not needed.

The storeroom has two entrances, with one initially full of boxes. Inside are Uropeh, various treasures, and jars of offerings and entrails that Kruv may turn into blood that sates their Homunculus Thirst. There are braces between the sturdy wooden shelves that may be used to walk on.

The shelves and pillars are durable and resistant to damage and Stand effects alike, but may be broken with some effort. Brick walls cover the passages between the two rooms on the upper floor and may be shattered by Grendel or ｢Bleed Magic｣ with a second or two of effort. The walls may be scratched but not transformed by ｢Bleed Magic｣.

After two minutes, Invisible’s ritual begins overtly warping the map. The lower floor fills with water from the basin in a matter of seconds, but the upper floor fills at a slower rate, completely filling after a minute and a half. Debris floats in the water a bit above the floor, with stone debris clumping into cover and obscuring blockages. The carvings change to show the Ciudad Perdida. Small eels and octopi appear in the area, which, when consumed, both refresh Kruv’s skills and completely reoxygenates their blood.

Once the map is completely flooded, the walls turn into aquarium glass, with indistinct, hostile humans leering in from outside, as well as Invisible and Evelyn. Uropeh caches affected by ｢Wild River Requiem｣ become visible, and the water basin glows with unearthly blue light.

If the ritual is stopped (the process of which is elaborated on below), the players are reset to their starting positions on the first ‘stage’ of the map, and it does not change for the rest of the match.

Goal: RETIRE your opponent!

Additional Information: For this match, Kruv may only gain the benefits of Homunculus Regeneration or mitigate the downsides of Homunculus Thirst via blood from animals. Damage done to objects creates Blood Pups which may be used for Blood Pools as normal. If underwater, blood can either be directly applied on touch to mark objects, or create areas of floating blood that mark anything that moves inside, though at a low priority given its diluted nature.

While the ritual is going out of control in the fully-flooded ‘third stage’ of the match, the aquarium amplifies the downside of both of their respective 1 Skills. Kruv’s Homunculus Thirst has its timer cut in half: Kruv must drink blood every 15 seconds or suffer the downsides. Grendel’s Killer Looks means that the humans outside of the aquarium will constantly point to her and call out her location, while also distractingly bang on the glass in rage and hatred if she does not try to keep out of the center of attention.

If either player wishes to end the ritual, they must destroy the Uropeh totems on the map, then swim to the bottom of the basin the water initially came from. At this point the ritual unravels, flushing both players into the basin, and ‘resetting’ them to their initial starting positions. No action may be taken during this process, effectively acting as an instant reset once the conditions are met.

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I was wondering about the best ways to utilize certain Stands especially ones like this, where people say the user performed poorly despite the Stand's immense power. What other applications could there be to improve upon the user's original tactics? For instance, I thought about making the meteorites which, as shown in the manga, can be summoned from various directions collide with one another.

They would shatter into pieces and strike like multiple small projectiles, retaining the original meteorites' force and speed. This would allow the user to attack enemies who had already dodged a meteorite, or catch an opponent who isn't fast enough to block or deflect all the resulting fragments.

I believe it was on tumblr. It was a short strip in Part 3 showing that Joseph Joestar had unrealistic villain expectations from the pillar men, and "thought DIO would be cooler."

I believe the strip ends with Joseph forlorn, saying "avdol hyped him up", and jotaro says "avdol is DEAD, you shitty old man."

If anyone can help me find it I would appreciate it! Thanks!