#are these new jojo ocs? maybe who knows
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stand users when they run into other stand users who named their stands the same as yours
#are these new jojo ocs? maybe who knows#their defiantly guys i made for this bit lol#what if your stand was named dreams after the cranberries#and you met a guy who named his stand dreams after fleetwood mac#and you wanna bash his head in with a rock#'this is embrassing one of has to go home and change'#jojo#jjba#jojo ocs#my ocs#ill tag them as such for now if i decide to keep them lol
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JJBA: Love is Unbreakable. Intro
[Pic above from @/StickerTricker on Twitter!]
Synopsis: Y/n loves playing dating sim games, they intrigue her with the different plots, characters and special routes that one may do. So when her best friend introduces her to a new one. She realizes that maybe she needs to back away from the screen.
Pairings: Various JJBA Characters x Reader, Original Characters x Reader.
Rating: 16+ (Later Parts maybe +18)
Warnings: Stalking, Obsession, Possessiveness, Scopophobia, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome (In some endings), death, murder, threats of harm, Mentions of Suicide, Depression, More to be added.
Enjoy...y/n.
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"Come on! You have to try it! I searched all over for this game for you!"
You felt awful a bit.
(B/F/N) had come back from a trip she went on and handed you a switch cartridge. You had told her not worry about you when she left, and that she didn't have to get you anything. But, her being the best friend in the whole wide world.
She brought you back an Otome game.
She had gotten you into them at first, sucking you in with The NIFLHEIM and Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All.
They were fun. The storylines were moving, the artwork was great and the characters were lovable!
So when she held this new one in front of you, you had a feeling this one was going to become your new obsession.
It was based off of the anime Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, an anime that you loved to sit down and watch. You found it entertaining that no matter what, foolishness seemed to follow the Joestar Bloodline. So you were excited to play this game based around it.
“Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure…Love is Unbreakable. Hey, it's a play on one of the season’s names too!” (B/F/N) says and you nodded along. You turned the box over on the back to read the description.
‘Play along as your own character in the different stories from the hit Series Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure! Help Jonathan Defeat Dio in Phantom Blood, Fight alongside Joseph in Battle Tendency, or even Join Jotaro and his friends to defeat DIO once again in Stardust Crusaders! Fall for your favorite Joestars and who knows! Maybe they’ll fall for you too~’
“I’m probably gonna stay up late playing this tonight..”
“Well, Don’t let me stop you! I just wanted to stop this by! I still have to go unpack!” (B/F/N) gave you a kiss on the cheek and a big hug before leaving out.
You grabbed your switch and decided to head to your room to start up your new game.
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You placed your switch on the dock and watched as the screen lit up, seeing the several characters zoom across the screen before the title screen popped up.
You smiled as you pressed start.
A pretty woman character popped up on the screen. She had pretty sky blue hair with swirly green/blue eyes, she had freckles and pretty mocha brown skin. She seemed to be staring off before ‘noticing’ you.
“Oh Hello! Welcome, Welcome, Welcome!!! My name is Melody Musik! Welcome to Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Love is Unbreakable!”
She was bright and bubbly, she must be an OC of the creator of this game. She surely followed the JJBA character style to a tea, dressed to stand out in a crowd.
“What is your name?” Her voice was sweet, you hurriedly typed in your name and you watched as her eyebrows furrowed together before her smile returned.
[Please Insert your name]
…….Y/N…L/N……...
“Your name is Y/n, Correct?”
[Yes]< [No]
“Such a pretty name! Now, Pick your story line~!”
[When you pick your storyline, it will be a special version of the story. Please choose carefully as once you start, you won’t be able to choose another one!]
[Phantom Blood]
[Available routes: Jonathan Joestar, Dio Brando]
Join Jonathan as he goes about his life beside his evil adoptive brother Dio. Help Jonathan Defeat Dio or either Join Dio and reject your humanity.
[Battle Tendency]
[Available routes: Joseph Joestar, Kars]
Join Joseph, the descendant of Jonathan and Erina as he comes over to the states. Follow him as he defeats Straizo and ends up with more than he can handle in the form of the Pilarmen. Will you defeat them? Or will you Join Kars in his quest to become the ultimate lifeform.
[Stardust Crusaders]
[Available routes: Jotaro, Joseph, DIO]
Time to Join Jotaro in saving his mom from DIO and his minions, Take a trip across Egypt and defeat the minions in his way. Will you stay alongside Jotaro or Will DIO persuade you to join him in his path to destroy the Joestars
[Diamond is Unbreakable]
[Available routes: Josuke, Jotaro,Joseph, Kira,}
Welcome to Morioh, 1999! There's a serial killer running around that you have to help find. Join Josuke and Jotaro as you try to figure out just who this killer is. Maybe the killer is in plain view. Or maybe he’s just a simple man who wants to live a simple life doing simple things.
[Vento Aureo]
[Available routes: Giorno, Bruno, Doppio/Diavolo]
Dio has a kid?! Join Giorno as he travels through the ranks of the mafia to defeat the boss of passione, the most powerful mob in Italy to become a Gang-Star. But, the boss may have his eyes on you. Be careful of who’s around you.
You stared as Melody explained each plot line and how you would fit into it. She pointed to each one and showed the available routes and the ‘difficulty’ level of the romanceable characters.
“Of course all the villains are hard…but that's not going to stop me!” You say excitedly and it was almost like Melody was giggling at you. You brushed it off as she continued to speak.
“Oh and don’t worry! I’ll be alongside you in every story! If you ever want to know something or you get stuck!” She smiles at you and shows the various looks that she’ll have between each series. From having her own ancestors in Parts 1 and 2, to being similar to Jotaro and being in 3, 4 and 5.
Though you kept getting the feeling that Melody was something more, you got a little Doki Doki Literature Club or John Doe type vibes from her.
“Tch. I doubt this game is going to be sentient. If so I would feel so bad for you Melo.” You said giving the tutorial character a nickname. You could’ve sworn you saw her blush and avert her eyes, before quickly returning to her idol animation.
“So! What are you going to choose?”
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Phantom Blood] [Jonathan/Dio]
[“I can’t bear to lose you, We have to defeat Dio!’]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Battle Tendency] [Joseph/Kars]
[“I predict that you’re gonna say: Of Course Joseph I’ll Join you!”]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Stardust Crusaders] [Jotaro/Joseph/DIO]
[“Yare,Yare…be careful. I care about you too, you know.”]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Diamond Is Unbreakable] [Josuke/Jotaro/Kira]
[“Hey! Let’s play some games after this. Chasing killers is stressful”]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Vento Aureo] [Giorno/Bruno/Diavolo]
[“I, Giorno Giovanna, Have a dream. And I want you to be a part of my dream.]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2] [3]
[???] [Melo]
[“H-hey! Y/n You have to help me!! I’m just like yo-]
[] . [Next]
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©jotarosblkwifey 2023
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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed this intro! I plan on trying to get each route out at least once a week! Each Route will have 2 parts and all of them lead up to the special secret route at the end!
I hope you enjoy~ Currently working on route one as we speak!
#Avery.Can.Write#yandere jjba#yandere jjba x reader#yandere jojo's bizarre adventure#yandere jojo#yandere x reader#jjba x reader#jjba imagines#jojo x reader#jjba x y/n#jojo imagines#Yandere#jjba#jojos bizarre adventure#jojo kimyou na bouken
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FFSU’s Fan Fashion Week!
*ETA: Works posted to AO3 can be tagged as "FFSU Fashion Week"!*
I’ve had the concept for this in my head for AGES but never got around to posting it. I originally planned to run it as an event during a certain time period, but I found that making it an event intimidated me out of actually making the idea happen. I just think that I’m a lot more confident in my ideas when I don’t overthink it! Therefore, instead of running an event, I’m just putting this challenge out into the atmosphere for people to take it and run with it.
REBLOGS GREATLY APPRECIATED!
Everything you need to know is in the graphics, and here’s a plain text version as well:
Fashion For Stand Users’ Fan Fashion Week Challenge: a 7-day art and/or fic-writing challenge!
Art Prompts:
- Day 1: Runway
Draw your chosen character(s) in an outfit from a designer runway! Check the blog archive or Vogue Runway for references and modify the look however you want.
-Day 2: Subculture
Draw your chosen character(s) in the fashion of a certain subculture: goth, raver, scene kid, etc.
-Day 3: Style Swap
Draw two or more characters swapping their canon outfits, or simply wearing outfits more suited for the other person's vibe and aesthetic.
-Day 4: Historical
Draw your chosen character(s) in the fashion of another era.
-Day 5: Redesign
Redesign, reinvent, or modify the canon outfit(s) of your chosen character(s).
-Day 6: Formal
Draw your chosen character(s) in gowns, tuxedos, and other fancy clothes.
-Day 7: Free Space
Draw any kind of outfit(s) you'd like for your chosen character(s)!
Writing Prompts:
- Day 1: Character Study
Write about why a character dresses or looks the way they do. Why do they like the clothes they wear? Do they wear something with personal significance? How do they want the world to see them?
-Day 2: Makeover
Write about a character getting a makeover from another. Are they getting new clothes, a new hairstyle, new makeup? Is it just for fun or a sign of a bigger change?
-Day 3: AU
Write about an alternate universe where the characters are models, fashion designers, hairstylists, makeup artists, etc.
-Day 4: Disaster
Write about something going horribly, horribly wrong: wardrobe malfunctions, makeup mishaps, over/underdressing, etc.
-Day 5: Shopping Trip
Write about characters going shopping together and all the shenanigans that ensue.
-Day 6: The Event
Write about a character getting ready for or attending an upscale event. Who are they going with? What are they wearing? How are they feeling?
-Day 7: Free Space
Write about any scenario you'd like, as long as it's about clothing or fashion!
Rules:
Have Fun!
This is obviously a JJBA blog, but feel free to use this challenge for OCs and other fandoms! If you plan to modify the prompts, make different graphics, or make your own version of the challenge for a different fandom, be sure to credit this blog or link back to this post!
Mention @fashion4standusers in all your posts to give credit! You can also tag your posts with #ffsufashionweek, and if your work is about JoJo, I would love to share it on the blog. If you post outside of Tumblr, include a link to this post!
Don't think you can do it in a week? Want more time to write longer fics, make more detailed art, or just develop your idea more? No worries, just work at your own pace! The concept of the challenge is a reference to the various Fashion Weeks that happen around the world, but by no means is it restricted to any real time frame!
Only want to write or draw for a few of the prompts? Maybe only one? Wanna work out of order? Go ahead! This is a challenge of course, but if you just aren't connecting with some of the prompts, don't force it!
Feel free to use the ideas you come up with for this into more in-depth works!
It's never too early or too late to give it a shot, and I'll always keep an eye on tags and mentions for new additions!
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oc (s/i) x canon week day 3
prompt: "i am nothing without them"
canon characters: dio brando (jojo's bizarre adventure), hol horse (mentioned), enyaba (mentioned)
word count: 753
notes: hmmm may have gotten a bit serious with this one.
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it was rare to see dio so utterly unraveled. hol horse had always seen the man with a collected demeanor, an aura of sophisticated grandeur that he upheld at all times. it was an image of his greatness, a symbol of the control he held over his subordinates and his own self. an image that had now shattered into pieces along with the statues that the vampire shoved to the floor in anger.
his rampage had not extended to the other parts of the mansion yet, luckily, hol horse thought to himself. and it would be wiser for him to quietly slink away into the night rather than become dio’s new victim. a fine idea, but pretty much impossible now that dio had begun to develop his stand power and, whatever his ability was, nothing could sneak past him unknown.
the cowboy was yanked back to reality by the vase hurtling past his head. the cigarette between his lips fell onto the concrete as he heard the ceramic smash into the wall. he regretted being the one to tell dio that eloise had eluded him once again, this time deciding to join the joestar group in their quest to eliminate him.
“this was not supposed to happen!” dio growled, curling his hand into a fist. another shattered wineglass. enya the hag stood solemnly at his side, only narrowly avoiding the shards that ended up strewn about the parlour floor.
in the mirror he saw upon his body the head of jonathan, staring disapprovingly back at him. he felt sick. jonathan was the one who first ‘destroyed’ him, and though dio had managed to steal away his body as a new vessel, it was inevitable that now his descendants were taking things from him one by one. defeating his stand users, foiling his plans, turning his beloved away from him. it drove him mad.
“lord dio, i had envisioned her defection since the start.” the elderly woman’s words fueled his rage even more, and he whipped his head around to glare daggers at both hol horse and enya. after a few seconds, his gaze fell now to his hands, bleeding from all the broken glass but just as quickly beginning to recover.
enya frowned, speaking again as if she were a mother nagging her son. “she was only a liability. she cannot even begin to equal you in any way.” she paused. the sound of dio’s breathing filled the otherwise silent room. “without a stand, she is virtually useless to the joestars.”
dio went quiet. he had toyed with the thought of shooting eloise with the stand arrow in the past, finally giving in to the idea one night while the rest of the mansion was asleep. she was far too curious. if he hadn’t done it himself, he wouldn’t have put it past her to go off and do it on her own. as he had expected, her spirit accepted the arrow with ease and the bluish humanoid that manifested as a result was a truly satisfying sight. he recalled her awe-struck smile with bittersweet melancholy, a deep frown etched upon his features.
the silence was telling enough of what had happened. dio’s action was a risky gamble. eloise would have been able to fight for him, god knew she could hold her own in that regard. and now, the worst case scenario he had envisioned had become a reality. he had lost her loyalty, and nothing could fix that. if it had been anyone else, maybe he would not have been so enraged. but she was meant to be much, much more than a simple pawn. she was irreplaceable.
“i believe neither of you have a true understanding of the situation.” his voice dropped to a gravelly whisper that sent shivers running up both his subordinates’ spines. “gravity has brought her back to me after an entire century. she knows as well as i that her place is with me,” he spoke louder now, his tone showing hints of desperation mixed with his anger. “i am nothing without her.”
enya reiterated that dio was all-powerful and should fear nothing. but eloise alone managed to revive this part of him -- the tiny section of his mind that made him panicked and neurotic, something he was sure he had grown out of after all his years of self-reflection. in this way, she was infinitely dangerous. and what use was all his power if he could not conquer the one person he so selfishly desired?
#elo.txt#elodi#self ship#self shipping#self ship community#f/o community#oc x canon week#WAHOOO ANGST#would he actually do this? probably not but whatever
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through the hourglass 7. brb x oc
a/n: You know I promised myself the sequel wouldn't be as fluffy and yet here we are
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: fluff, FLUFF MY GOD FLUFF I HAVE CAVITIES!!!!!!!!
goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)
chapter
1/2/3/4/5/6
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They arrived home early after spending the weekend with her uncle, aunt and cousins at Roberto’s brand new yacht and enjoying a lovely seafood dinner. It was sad to leave Palermo because even if they did do a lot of things, it still felt there was more to be done, more places to visit, more experiences to have.
They both agreed they needed to go again in the near future, hopefully spend more time there too. They both thanked the Uber driver when he left them at their doorstep, the sun finally breaking on the horizon with the shades of purples turning into pinks and reds as the morning finally began. Beatrice inhaled deeply, closing her eyes with a smile “I loved Palermo, I’m not going to lie, but I’m glad to be back home.”
Rooster laughs in agreement, pulling the keys out of his back pocket to unlock the door “I know what you mean, I would’ve liked to stay but at the same time,” the door is pushed open and he steps back to let her walk in first “I missed our house.” Beatrice walks in and rolls her suitcase on the hallway, the sound of Michael's snoring from the guest room making her smile as she gestures to the second floor “I hear it.” He says with his eyes traveling upwards. That is until he looks around with confusion “Where’s Jojo? I thought she’d come rushing over.”
Beatrice hummed, looking around the living room in hopes to see her but she couldn’t “Well the backyards doors are closed, she’s not out there. Maybe she’s hidden in the laundry room.” She suggests, grabbing her suitcase handle “Let’s just take these upstairs, just for safety.” As in ‘let’s not leave it here or Michael is going to trip and fall because he doesn’t pay attention’.
She peeks at her snoring brother in the guest room for a quick second, seeing the covers are all over the floor and his face is hidden in the pillow. Beatrice just smiles, turning the light in their room only to hear a continuous thumping coming from the bed. Jolene was on the bed, something she never did before, with her eyes almost watering and body shaking with excitement “Oh my Gosh, hi baby!” She coos quietly, crouching to the ground and letting Jolene rush forward, almost making Beatrice lose her balance.
Jolene didn’t know who to go first, running between Rooster and Bea with a velocity that could break the sound barrier, soft whining breaking from her throat until she finally leapt on Rooster’s lap, letting the pilot scratch her ribs and tummy while she licked his face, “I missed you too, Jojo.” they both tried to keep their voices down so they wouldn’t wake Michael up, letting Jolene run about and bring her sock monkey to them with her tail wagging, “Yeah, we missed you a lot Jojo, we did.”
The pittie whined again, zooming inside the room before launching herself on their bed, “I think she missed us more than we thought.” Beatrice whispered, patting her dog’s head, “She never jumps on beds, she probably wanted our scent close by, poor baby.”
Beatrice stood to her feet, groaning quietly as she stretched her arms, looking back at him, “That was really good wasn’t it?”
“It was great.” he agreed, “Do you want to surprise Michael by preparing breakfast and scaring him?”
Beatrice’s smile widened, “I like that idea.” she giggles, pulling her hair out of her ponytail to run her fingers through it, “I am a bit tired but we can nap later, right?” He agrees, stepping closer to her to kiss her forehead before they walk out again, Jolene following just as quietly, almost as if she knew they didn’t want to wake Michael up.
Beatrice surveyed the kitchen knowing very well her brother didn’t cook anything beyond instant ramen so she wasn’t surprised to see the kitchen looking absolutely pristine. She smiles, turning on the light to grab cups from the cabinet, hearing her brother’s snoring get even louder from above them. “You know,” she begins as she grabs the coffee maker, “I think our honeymoon was pretty fun.”
“It was pretty fun.” he says with a smile, opening the fridge to check inside “Your brother went grocery shopping for us.”
“Of course he did, he always does that. I might prepare him waffles since he was so nice like that.”
Rooster grins, grabbing the egg carton and milk, closing the door with his hip, “I can prepare something if you want.” he says, but Beatrice just gives him a small smile and kisses his cheek, reassuring him he doesn’t have to, “Fine, then I’ll just stay nearby in case you need hel
“I’d like that.” she giggles, turning the coffee maker on and grabbing a bowl to prepare her brother’s waffles. They stood in the kitchen chatting quietly with Jolene never leaving their side, in fact she was lying right next to them and always followed their steps when they walked away from her.
Bradley took his time to watch Beatrice from the corner of his eye, smiling to himself at how happy she looked. She looked a bit more tanned and he could see the bikini lines peeking from under the collar of her shirt, her freckles a bit more prominent because of the sunbathing in the Palermo sun and he couldn’t fall for her even more, “You look beautiful.” he says and this time she doesn’t seem that surprised, her cheeks flush up but she smiles up at him, “You really do.”
“You look really handsome too.” she whispers, scooting closer to him to kiss his jawline, “Hard to think you can be even more handsome than normal, but alas.” They laughed quietly, the honeymoon stage was still in full bloom and they were both enjoying it. He was going back to work tomorrow and he hoped it’d take a long time for him to get deployed again - he didn’t know if that was possible but he hoped so - so they could have more time together.
He recalled something her uncle told him when they were back at his house and out on the balcony but away from the others. Roberto looked at him deep in the eyes, placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled, “You are good for her, ragazzo. You make our little tesoro very happy, never doubt that.”
He reassured her uncle that he didn’t doubt it, instead he never believed something so much because she made him happy too. Extremely happy.
With their married life not ‘officially’ happening, he didn’t think it’d be that different from their dating life. They’ve lived together for a while now, therefore there isn’t much to change, right? That is unless you consider the kids aspect they talked about months ago and before returning to Cali.
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“So, you know how we have that empty room close to ours?”
They were walking back to the hotel with gelatos in their hands - hazelnut chocolate for him and almond caramel for her - , licking the side of his hand when some of the cold treat slid down, “Yeah?”
Beatrice taps the side of her up with the colorful spoon, chewing her lower lip, “...there could be a baby room there…maybe? I mean it’s a thought…” he just watches her with his brow up “M-Maybe, hah, maybe We should have the baby first! Maybe I shouldn’t talk so much, maybe—“ she makes a noise in her throat, akin to desperation and awkwardness, before scooping a big spoonful of gelato and shoving it into her mouth, so much her cheeks stuffed and she avoided her husband's eyes.
Bradley laughs quietly, stepping close to her so his hand was on her waist “I think it’s better to have it ready for the baby don’t you think?” Beatrice swallowed the gelato slowly and hissed when she undoubtedly had a brain freeze from shoving so much into her mouth “We’ve talked about children before Bea.”
“I know…” she mutters “But, I don’t know?? You know?”
He did not know.
Beatrice sighs, rubbing a hand over her face “It’s just, I mean…I— I want it, of course I do but I don’t want to get over excited? Does that make sense?” She groans “Because, okay, I have to- okay.” She stops them in the middle of the sidewalk, staying close to a wall so the other people walking around could pass without being interrupted “I have something to tell you.” His eyes immediately widened “I-I’m not pregnant! But…um… how do I say this…”
He leans his shoulder against the wall and gets more of his gelato as she tries to explain “Okay, so…ugh…so before the wedding…do you remember how I visited my aunt?”
“I do.”
“Yes well,I…” she frowns, chewing her lower lip “I wanted to ask her more than her input on my cousins coming…you see I…” all she hoped was that he didn’t think she was absolutely batshit crazy. “There’s this thing in my family, apparently,that we— I mean the ones that give birth can hear…their future children,” he stops eating them, furrowing his eyebrows “…and I kind of…was…? Hearing it? A few months back?”
Bradley immediately stops and holds a hand up, clenching his eyes “Hold on, wait, you are saying that you…heard our future child even it not being here?”
Was that reaction expected? Yes but she didn’t know how to go from there so she chose the awkward quiet laughter “Oh, haha, yeah, c-crazy isn’t it? It’s crazy, it’s probably a joke! We should just go back-“
He holds her wrist when she tries to walk past him to the hotel, keeping her in place. Beatrice just looks up at him guiltily, then avoids his gaze in the same second “Gorgeous, look at me,” his eyebrows rise up to his hairline and he leans closer when Beatrice slowly looks back “Is that true?” He felt crazy for asking but he felt like he should do it, he felt like he had to know. Beatrice hesitated but nodded, still chewing her lower lip “…holy shit.”
“I-I know.”
“And you are sure you aren’t pregnant?” Beatrice nods again, saying she was keeping track ever since she stopped the birth control shots “…okay. Okay. So…what does that mean exactly?”
“Well according to my aunt it means the baby wants to uh…say hi in a way. Kind of let us know it’s coming?”
Bradley stares at her with his eyes blinking quickly, then let’s go of her wrist to rub his forehead. She felt so guilty, what if he thinks she’s just making it up to speed the process? Even if he said so it doesn’t mean he wants a baby now, they had to plan it and what if he thought it was an excuse of some sort? She shouldn’t have brought it up she really shouldn’t- “That is kinda crazy but…I…” he laughs softly “I mean, I don’t know it’s also really cool.”
She stares at him like he grew three heads “Wait, really?”
“Yeah, really. Knowing our future child is trying to…talk to us in some way is a bit exciting isn’t it?” He shrugs with a grin “Plus, I mean, what parents wouldn’t like to have that sort of news? I think it’s something to be cherished, don’t you?”
Beatrice only looked at him,gawking, not believing his words but also understanding that this was Rooster and Rooster was probably the most open minded person she had ever met. Beatrice could only gawk at him a bit more, then blink back the surprise and smile at him, “...Really?”
He chuckles, giving her an ‘are you serious?’ look, “Yeah, baby, it’s not…the usual thing but I’m not freaked out…well,maybe a little but not enough to consider this crazy.”
“Really?”
The repeated question made him smile even more, approaching her to wrap his arms around her waist, leaning down to kiss her forehead, ‘Yes, really, Bea. Maybe the little Bradshaw is just eager to show up.” and his eyes shone when he said Little Bradshaw. Honestly it was almost unreal to hear that, but her soft laugh only made him laugh with her, “So…who knows, huh? Did you aunt tell you when…?”
“Oh um…not really? She said soon.” she shrugs, “I-I don’t know when though,Roos. Are you sure you don’t find it creepy?” she had to make sure, “Because well,I–”
“I think it’s kinda awesome to be honest. I am a bit freaked out but in the good sense…and well, if that means there’s someone coming maybe…it means we should keep trying to make them come faster, huh?”
Beatrice’s cheeks heated up but she agreed while biting her lower lip, “I wouldn’t mind that.”
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Steps coming from the staircase made the two of them look up from their coffee mugs to see a zombified Michael slowly making his way down wearing a white tank top and sleeping shorts with guitars on them - and fuzzy monster slippers - his hair a complete mess and he didn’t seem to understand why the lights were on, “Jojo…” he croaks and the pittie looks up from her bowl, “Did you turn on the lights?” he steps into the kitchen, not seeing his sister and brother in law seated on the table having their breakfast, “Do pitbulls do that? Are you that smart?”
“Hi Michael-”
“Jesus!” her brother tumbled back with his eyes widening immediately when he took notice of the two sipping their coffee, smiling at him, “What-who–wait, how did you two???” he looks at the clock on their wall, “I thought you guys were coming in the afternoon?”
“I told you we were coming earlier,Mike.” she says sweetly, furrowing her brows at her brother’s bags under his eyes, “Are you okay? You look really tired.”
“Uh…no, no I’m fine.” he runs his hand through his hair, licking his lips trying to wake up the best he could only to remain confused, “Wait, today is monday?” a noise of agreement from both of them, “What the hell…”
Beatrice takes her brother’s confusion as because he slept late, probably watching a show he liked and didn't notice it until he was passed out on the couch. She stands up, picking a plate from the counter and holding it up to him, “I made you waffles.”
“Wha?” Michael’s bleary gaze slowly turned to the plate, holding it with both hands, his brain trying to understand what it was, not connecting the dots that his sister and brother in law were already back and made him breakfast. “...oh…thanks?”
“You are welcome.” she giggles, ‘You look really tired, was it a long week?”
Michael blinked hard, then let out a quiet chuckle, “Hah, uh, yeah you can say that.” he shifted his eyes to Jolene who just wagged her tail happily, “But glad you two are back, how was the honeymoon? Spare me the romantic details though.”
“It was great.” Bradley replied instead of Beatrice, tipping his mug to his lips and sipping the black coffee, “We visited a lot of places, ate a lot of food, had a yacht ride with your uncle.” Michael stopped pouring the syrup on top of his waffles to furrow his brows at the pilot, “Yeah, he got himself a yacht.”
He turns to his sister for confirmation, then blinks hard when she nods, “Dad is going to love to know about that.” he jokes, “But uh, anyway, thanks for the waffles lovebirds but I–” he turns to the clock again, “I’m going to be late so I’ll just shove this inside a container of some sort and change as fast as I can and then get out.” he proceeds to take the plate out of the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone in there, only to pop his head back in, “Glad to see you two back.” then disappears.
Beatrice just smiles, sighing happily into her mug as she turns to Rooster who leans back on his seat making space for her to sit on his lap, which she does immediately while balancing the coffee mug on her grasp, “He’ll be fine.” she says once she settles down, “He’s just going to wake up later.”
“Hah, fair enough.” his chin is propped on her shoulder so his eyes are directly focused on her profile, his cheeks flexing into a grin and Beatrice could feel the subtle movement, turning her head towards him as she sipped her coffee, “I think the baby will look like you.”
Beatrice’s cheeks turn red immediately, “...Yeah?”
“I think so, they’ll have your nose and your eyes.” he begins, “You know that green and blue eyes are dominant features, right?”
“I might’ve heard something about that.” she giggles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I think the baby will look like you though. I think…they’ll have your eyes as well and your chin.” she gently rubs his chin for emphasis, then slides her hand to his cheek, cupping his cheekbone while brushing her thumb under his eyelid “...Or maybe, they’ll just be a mix of both.”
“That could happen.” he smiles, “I’ll love them either way, you know that.”
Beatrice’s chest swarmed with butterflies, so much that she inhaled deeply, her eyes shining as she took in his words, “I know, Roos.” she whispers, “...I have a confession to make.”
“Another one?”
Beatrice lets out another laugh, placing the mug down on the table - and then the two of them tossed a ‘bye!’ to Michael when he announced he was leaving - “You know,Eliza is an only child, she never had a sister.” she explains and Rooster stares at her for a little while longer, his eyebrows furrowing as to why she’d bring that up now.
Until he suddenly recalls that time they entered the shop and they bought the duck onesie. “Oh…ohhh…wait but then-”
“I was freaking out,” she confesses, clearly ashamed, “I…well,I- okay, so I was looking at this bridal store and then you came out and I got scared!! And I just blind guided you away and we…got to that shop and yeah…’ she wrings her hands together with a small smile, “Your wife is kinda weird.”
She tries putting herself down with humor, but he just looks at her with a small frown, “You aren’t weird.” she smiles a bit more, still embarrassed, “Baby, you have to stop calling yourself those names. You are anything but that.” God bless his patience, she thinks “Now…for the baby thing…well, I mean it’s surprising…but weirdly endearing too.”
“Yeah?”
He laughs quietly, shrugging, “Yeah, it was all a sign I guess. Considering one year later we’d be married.” he kisses her shoulder, “You worry too much sometimes.”
“I do Roos, I’m sorry.”
“Nah, don’t be.” he chuckles, kissing her shoulder again, “It can be really cute.”
Beatrice’s smile widens and her cheeks turn red, “...I still have it.” she whispers, earning a confused smile from her husband, “The onesie. I still have it.”
Silence follows and Bradley has to inhale deeply when she says it, “You kept it?” Beatrice nods, “Really?”
“I-It’s in my art room,” alongside the painting she still hadn’t finished and honestly she hopes she finishes it soon, “I just…well, I couldn’t really– I didn’t want to let it go if it makes sense?” maybe because she knew all along what would happen. Maybe it was a sixth sense situation that made her stop, “I mean, I guess…”
Rooster just smiled more, his eyes were so filled with adoration and love he didn’t know how else to react. “You are just incredible.” he whispers with a soft shake of his head, “You are just– God I love you.”he cups her cheeks with his hand and kisses her lips repeatedly, “You are too fucking cute, my God!” Beatrice laughs against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and adjusting herself on his lap, “Never fuckin’ change, Bea. I swear.”
Beatrice’s cheeks turn even redder as if it was possible and she presses her forehead to his once he lets her lips go, “I don’t plan to.” she giggles, “So um…well, I guess we can save that for a little while longer huh?”
“Absolutely.” he replies, “...want to try for babies now?”
“Rooster!”
“What? There’s only us here,” he turns to where Jolene is happily sleeping on the corner of the kitchen, “And Jojo and your brother isn’t coming back until much later so…maaaybe…” he trails his fingers up her thigh, right where her shorts began, gently playing with the seam but he immediately stops when he tries to hold back a yawn and fails miserably.
The domino effect hits Beatrice, who in turn yawns without trying to hold it back with tears beading on her eyes as she hums, “...maybe we should sleep first.” she murmurs, “I don’t think the coffee helped us at all.”
“No,” his mouth parts and the sleepy sound comes out without issues this time, “Fuck you are right, we better take a nap at least…and then worry about babies later.” She laughs sleepily, sliding out of his lap and taking their mugs and plates to the sink, returning to his side with her hand held out towards him so they could go up the stairs. He grabs her much smaller hand in his, kissing the back of it and leaving the kitchen.
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🤥 🌌 🙉 FOR VERO AND MINAMI MAYBE…. 🥹
GIRLBOSS TIME but the type of boss girl u vent abt on twt
🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?
Overall, no. Terrible at lying in the spot. Why would she want to be a good liar anyways? Why does she owe anyone the skill to lie instead of saying things as they are? No, someone of her station shouldn't lie, because it shows both cowardice and powerlessness.
... means she sucks at surprise parties tho.
🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
WELL. obvs her inspiration is Cerberus. First thing was her sense of loyalty and duty, that of a guard with a task that takes all eternity to fulfill.
She was a sorta foil for Idia, specially with her starting at Ignihyde but holding traditional values. Pretty sure from the start I wanted to play around Vero being neither fully Cerberus (loyal dog with a lord) or Persephone (Idia's sweetheart bound by fate). I like them best as being connected by fate platonically tbh. Vero was someone who resented Idia being above her despite her being more capable, the injustice of fate being decided before they were born, and all her accomplishments being unable to surpass that. Now that she's in Ryxabyss her chapter is very much about her surpassing those limits, refusing to bow to not to Idia (who frankly never saw her below him anyways) but Olympus as a whole. Using chaos to establish a new rule.
🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?
That anyone she cares about has died. She's been surrounded by death since she was born, and knows it'll happen one day, but any preparation pales to real life. After all, she does technically have the power to bring them back. She could. But she mustn't. It's a new layer of grief.
🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?
Minami's a pretty good liar, in short bursts. As her social battery drains she becomes more likely to slip up or just doesn't care anymore. It's easy to tell when she's slipping, but do you wanna press it? She'll just tell you to go fuck yourself.
🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
I wanted a pink dorm.
.... AHSADKJFDKJD FR I really wanted to use that shade of pink, so went looking for candidates. A friend is very into GF and I remembered GIFFany. Rewatching the episode I was like, trying to see things from her perspective, and ended feeling for her. Having a depressed man use your time and energy to feel better and then when he's recovered ignoring you is not that uncommon 💀
So first thing was that I REALLY didn't want to make her the topical yandere japanese highschool girl like. come on. 🙄 So I decided she's not yandere, she has justified yet excessive anger issues. Her "sweet facade" is just trying to pass as normal, so people don't gossip about her. Not "I want to kill you because I love you" but "I want to kill you because you don't even think I'm capable of love, of grief, of being hurt."
🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?
A joke about her being unfeeling or stonefaced like a robot. It brings up trauma from being bullied as a child, so it gets you on her shit list immediately. Would push you in front of a bus on a bad day type of hate.
It's also why only Jojo can call her "Ai". Because she knows Jojo isn't making an "artificial intelligence" jab at her and only, truly means it as a nickname for "Airi." And it still cost a whole ass argument to get that privilege lol
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I think I'll be posting more here, since I deleted my IG (reel brain rot + plus it fueled a pretty unhealthy habit of mine), I was always tempted to document my time on discord rp and about my ocs, beyond just my art accounts. Maybe this is the place for it.
So to start, the community I started with was Standoffs, to my knowledge the biggest jojo Rp server, long before it had 100 members let alone its current 1000. This was the weird pipeline r/fanstands -> discord Fan Stands -> Standoffs.
Standoffs was the weird brain child of Moose, a mod who in a wildly unhinged act faked his own kidnapping, made a halo faction irp and was pretty weird and Juniper Pengold, one of the current admins, she's great. A bunch of people that joined never really tried discord rp (myself included) we just had these high concept charachters we loved, and we just, made shit up and trew them at echader. There was a genuine 'Child playing with toys they don't know the lore to' energy.
I had a few fights, my stands at the time were I think Lonly is the Word, Sign of the southern cross, Sabbath bloody Sabbath and there was one stand named after a constolation. Than. I joined the 'clans rp' just a generic faction based role play. What I joined with, was Angry Again, a stand which made a target hear a spacific ticking noise from a choosen location with no way to avoid it. That's all. I'd write
*The ticking noise continues*
and leave it at that. Annoying. Funny. Neat. The user was this, wildy depressed homeless guy called Vain George, his whole thing was he tought of himself as annoying and useless and thus choose to reduce himself to nothing but a part of the background. He was f i n e. He became a part of a duo with a charachter by HeyZell, at the time Cookie, later Dice, her name had some growing pains.
We both joined kinda late and picked the clan with least members, to be honest we were the only active ones for the time. We tried to do some detective work, but honestly we knew way too little about the Rp to ask the right questions... So here's the world.
Modern Day New Orleans.
Crystal Vipers- Nicknamed Sitcom assasins, 'the good guys' they are your usual misfit found family criminals. They had Moses the profoundly gentle and wholesome individual. They had a guy with 2 completlely broken stands becuase these were the wild days with no real approval system ran by Thomas, he's... We're going to talk about him :). Icy and J were in it with pretty standard charachters, note those two they're consistently chill and cool with everyone no matter the time period. Jake was in it too! And it was ran by JRD. He's chill I think?
Weird Mafia... Thing? - What you need to know first is it was ran by Moose, the owner who faked his own kidnapping. And this clan was whole hardely stupid. They had just random over powered bullshit and they, and I'm not kidding avoided the events of the Rp by hiding in an elavator.
House of the rising Sun/Men without hats. These. These were the cool villians, they were silly and insane and there was so much to it. The main villian who was a priest who's village got hit by a meteor and felt spited by god spacificly and went on a crusade using a gambling house and a stupid over powered 3 act stand Bible Black -> Tear of a Godess -> Lateralus. Alot of them were genuinly cool. Except every Scrungo charachter. Scrungo we'll talk about extensively, soon, even.
Bizzare Agency. They were ran by Riux, he's chill, they just never had the members to pop off, until me and Hazel (HeyZell) popped in. It had, 3 time stoping vampires, a way to share stands and some other bullshit we didn't bother with. Also a way to auto upgrade stands I think? Honestly by the end which is the point where we joined everyone had some over powered bullshit as a way to upgrade everyone.
So alot was happening when we joined, alot of moving parts. Next blog I'll go into everything that was happening. It was, alot. I'll sleep now, re read the channel archive and tell you all the stories and legends of old.
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Lyle: Now I'm takin' care of this.
Tector: You afraid of the girl?
Lyle: I'm just playin' it safe. We're just gonna follow her around a little while, find our time. 'Cause this ain't over.
Tector: (smiles to himself) I think you *are* afraid of the Slayer.
Lyle: (nods) Alright. I'm gonna beat you like a redheaded stepchild. (points) Throw your ass out in that sunlight. C'mon.
Tector: You think you can?
Lyle: (goads him on) Giddy-up, son.
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im about to be super annoying. I got a queue set up again.
yall gonna hear about my annoying, evil, and bastard ocs whether you like it or not
Also, I deleted my old writing blog. I'm surprised I hadn't done it before. I'm putting that behind me, but who knows. Maybe I'll make a new one............. no for Jojos of course. Maybe for something else.
i might pick up my Killljoy blog back up again too- maybe not. My art style has once again changed drastically.
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hello!! i just found your blog and it's a delight! i admire your dedication to keeping ur oc as close to canon as possible. i'm a big softie so my jojo oc-verse is very much a fix-it au where my oc is a stardust crusader who marries jotaro and has jolyne with him, and the events of part 6 are wildly different as a result and have a happy ending. bc of this i often hesitate to talk with others about my oc-verse bc it strays so far from canon (like the canon characters still behave in-character but different events unique to my verse lead to different outcomes for them)
Hello Hi Hey Hola!💜✨
Thank you very much for your nice words regarding my characters! I honestly think my reason for totally sticking to canon is for the fun of understanding each character and story by forcing me to connect wires within Araki's mess to make my stories functional. I think it is a good architectural thing from me to always want a piece to fit with its final work showing that it is original to me but fits well with the existing heritage!
Also, there is nothing wrong of Fix-it AU turning your canon my dear!
Each one has a different way of seeing stories and events, yours is more tied to different purposes linked to the happiness that each one deserves. which I find totally valid! feeling that need for rewarding events that make you say "my comfort zone that I did myself" is the same as building a new universe in Jojos- and according to those who have seen Stone Ocean and its ending they will be able to better understand that phrase and knowing that doing so is totally valid. is another way of seen events that maybe show another bizarre events! so go for it without fear!!
I can even talk you about my own Arc called Plastic Beach ^^ kinda self-indulgence but at the same time without loosing any string of Jojo's bizarre adventures!
Everyone deserve to be happy with what we built!
there are no rules that tell you that what should be done or not 💜✨
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oh look an oc for @witchinghouracademy 's voltlove, what's the deal with her?
Reese Lato-Tricke
"With that look on your face I can tell that you're not into this stuff. Fine with me. (Dickhead...)"
Twisted from: The Summerween Trickster
Dorm: Voltlove
Year: 2nd
Birthday: June 22nd (Cancer)
Pronouns: She/Her
Relationship Status: Single
Age: 17
Height: 180cm
Dominant Hand: Right
Birthplace: Mystery Town
Club: Cooking
Favorite Subject: Ancient Curses
Likes: Sweets and pastries
Dislikes: People who do not like sweets
Flaws: Being a brutally honest bitch and a sore loser
Favorite Food: Loser Candy
Disliked Food: Anything spicy
Special Skill: Appearing when you least expect it
Obsession: Sweets, perfection
A very sour, sarcastic kind of girl. Reese always seems to be low on blood sugar despite being seen eating candy most of the time, but she gets more passionate and wide awake when it comes to baking/making/talking sweets. Sweets aside, she also happens to be overly competitive when it comes to anything involving more than two people, wether it be games or an activity than can be barely be categorized as a "game". "'Sweets Smash'? Get that casual mobile shit for moms outta my face, we're speedrunning 'Pietron 4000' on Trashtron 4000 mode, bitch." ...is what she would say. She doesn't like to show her face in public that much, so she obscures it with a mask. Why? Reasons. Don't ask. What you see is what you get.
Unique Magic:
"I Know What You Did Last Summerween"
An illusion type UM. When inflicted on a victim, it causes them to see visions of their past regret and all Reese gets is a random secret about the victim that they've kept to themselves for a long time. She considers this useless considering most of those random facts aren't worth noting, so she barely uses it regardless of the circumstances.
Relationships:
Minami - Dorm leader. Neutral. Her business is none of Reese's business. ...Would probably try beating her ass in some form though.
Jojo - Dormmate. Neutral. They don't talk to each other that much.
Giselle - Dormmate. Neutral. Kinda finds her annoying, so Reese just ignores her most of the time.
Will - No relation. So annoying. He comes in flirting and toying with everyone? Reese would fucking beat his ass to next Thursday. This does not stop him from continuously harassing her.
Tiny Tidbits:
Her favorite holidays are Summerween and Halloween, unsurprisingly. During those times, she's much more active due to being deep into the holiday spirit. She'll always go out trick-or-treating (and even get a bit competitive when it comes to that).
She's good at baking pastries. Remember what I said earlier about being passionate about baking? Yeah. She's so good at baking ONLY pastries and making sweets, that she's unable to cook anything else. They end up an incoherent mess that barely counts as food, let alone "edible".
Her passion projects are all cooking appliances powered by magic. Most of them are attempts to make the process faster (with her even making recipes for those specific appliances), but some of them are tiny spider-like robots that also assist with the process. She's named the first prototype "Big D". What does the D stand for? No one knows but her. And even she doesn't know why she called it "Big D".
With her temperament that's anything but sweet and passion for sweets, Reese essentially turns into Gordon Ramsay if she has to teach a group how to bake something as simple as Chocolate Cupcakes. She just wants everyone to "git gud" at baking.
Other than sweets, Reese is a rhythm game connoisseur. From the far east to the west, she's tried them all. She considers ones from the former (in terms of playability) the best, but one game called "Wednesday Night Whackin'" caught her eye and now it's won her heart solely because her favorite characters from her favorite holiday-themed web cartoon made an appearance.
Has an Oldturf account solely for watching web cartoons and web games of time past. Does she post stuff with it? Maybe.
Reese was a huge fangirl of a MeTater who made comedic edgy skits that involves acting with himself and morph suits. He later quit being a MeTater and went on to do melancholic-type beats. She misses that old content, but enjoys this new content separately for "sadb0i hours".
Reese has very quiet footsteps. They're always like that regardless of how hard her feet are hitting the ground. They're so quiet that she might not even have footsteps. This will never explain how she shows up without anyone noticing.
That kind of sneaking helps with parkour-type situations. Why parkour-type situations? Situations in the case of "if she gets a few days worth of internet fame with her face revealed and people go up to her and repeat the exact thing she said in that 10 second video non-stop for a few days". Then she can climb up and jump through the dorm rooftops to hide from that newfound fame.
Surprisingly good with kids. All of that sour personality dissipates when she's forced to babysit a bunch of 6 year olds. Don't bring it up when she's not taking care of them or else.
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Howdy... I'm sorry I keep bothering you but you're the only bloke I feel like I can talk to about Jojo OCs TwT
I wonder how Mela would feel about meeting my OC Sadie Maddlin
She basically the Josuke of the Zeppelis
She's basically Juju's bastard daughter and she was raised with her mother Anastasia Maddlin alone.
When she was 10, her mother left home and never came back (she abandoned her)
After living in their old house alone for a year she ran away and is a wandering adventurer in her normal au, just trying to live and find a place she belongs.
(she's now 14)
As for her personality:
Imagine Cruella De Vil from the animated movie but with a bit of the reboot but with less animal cruelty and younger [she's perfectly wretched]
In her villain au, she goes on a mission to basically murder all the zeppelis out of spite because everyone on her mother's side is gone, so she wants to murder her other half.
She has a revolver she carries around as well as a stand called Ballroom Blitz, it can morph her into and clone anyone she looks in the eye. She can also replicate their stands.
How would an interaction with Mela and her go (in the normal au and/or the villain au)
Brosssskkkkkkiiiii, you can always talk to me about JoJo OCs!!!!!
Awww, she's a poor dear!!! But does irresponsible Juju know that he has a daughter??? Does he even say anything to the girl he knocked up (or vice versa)??? I'd like to imagine that if he did know that he had an illegitimate daughter, he'd brush that fact aside to focus on the race, and well, you know what happens at the end TT_TT
And in the normal AU, does Sadie even know who her father is? Either way, I wish her the best! But, hey, it'd be interesting if along the way, her paths crossed with a certain Joestar...
In the normal AU if Mela knew about Sadie's lack of a home and her relationship to the Zeppeli family, she wouldn't stand for a relative to be cast out (and she would curse Juju up and down a storm in her head), but Mela was also raised to be discreet--a "proper lady," so to speak. She doesn't speak up, is not assertive when watched, and she most certainly doesn't cause waves in the family. Think "traditional feminine roles" for Mela, such as wife, home-maker, prospective mother (aka. baby-making factory), etc, etc. But she's not oblivious. She knows that kinds of connections her fiance has and knows that the Zeppeli family holds some wealth in America (but it's nowhere near the likes they had back in Naples before the beginning of the 20th century). So, she would pull a few strings on her fiance's connections to scoop Sadie off of the streets into a new direction that will take her to a proper home.
Of course, in the villain AU, Mela would be a target because she bears the name "Zeppeli" and that's who Sadie is going after. But I also think that Mela would try to appeal to Sadie's heart and speculate that the girl is hurting from being abandoned. Assuming that Sadie spills the beans on her backstory--in that her mother just up and left and her father Juju wasn't even around and maybe didn't know that she existed--so Mela plays on those emotions calmly and with a reassuring tone, eerily similar to an FBI agent trying to negotiate with a hostage-taking criminal. Idk if Sadie would buy it, but Mela makes these promises saying that the mistakes of her parents do not reflect on the family. She can help Sadie find a new and better home.
Does this make sense? And maybe if Juju didn't die and Sadie went around looking for her father after her mother left, Mela would hold Sadie's hand as she goes right over to Juju's house and knocks on his door with the child at her side. And when he answers, there's hell to pay.
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Hello! This is the ricardo anon 🤩 I'm sending this now so I dont forget so just ignore this until requests are open again! For the ask, I was going for a really confident and flirtatious s/o. They like to wear skimpy swimsuits and maybe they have a stand that can seduce anyone by doing the dance?
GOTCHA THANK U FOR EXPLAINING. i actually had another stand oc that was very similar to that LMAO, btw i l o v e female ricardo
Jotaro Kujo
He liked your confidence. That was part of the reason he asked you out. You weren’t subconscious about your looks, unlike many of the other women who flocked to him.
Jotaro had a hard time when it came to your outfits, and when you both went to the beach. He didn’t understand why you liked the American flag swim suit bottoms so much, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when you looked like that.
He’d become a little protective of you, knowing your attitude and flirty-ness, but he wouldn’t try to suppress it. He’d just try to get all of your attention any way he could.
Jojo knew about your stand, and he was impressed with ability. Although, he didn’t like the thought of you using your stand unless he was with you. But, he was positive that you had used it against him more than once.
Noriaki Kakyoin
HE WOULD HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. Nori would probably blush at every advance you made on him, trying to keep his cool. It failed every time, and with you around, it was hard for him to keep it in his pants.
You were just so confident, beautiful, and you knew it. You used it to your advantage, and he fell so hard for it every god damn time. He would always get nervous if you wanted to go to the beach, knowing exactly which swim suit you’d be bringing out.
Noriaki would have to excuse himself plenty of times during the day, just so he could get a hold of himself. Seeing you in the water with those swim bottoms on was going to be the death of him.
NOT TO MENTION YOUR STAND, but he knew about it. He knows what it’s capable of. But you’ve never once had to use it on him.
Jean-Pierre Polnareff
HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH YOU. God damn, this man would probably follow you to the end of the Earth. Your body was amazing, your personality was confident and cool, and despite all he knew about flirting, you had managed to bring him to a bumbling mess.
You would always show him your new outfits, revealing, sexy, and it just suited you so well. Any time a man would try to talk to you if you were out, Jean would explode on him. You found it rather cute.
Polnareff would fucking get a matching speedo to your American flag swim suit bottoms. Both of you on the beach would have bitches at your knees.
Also, he thought your stand was... interesting. And sexy. Unbelievably sexy. He wanted you to use it on him, despite not really needing too.
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damn that ask you rblogged got me thinking that I really am tired trying to figure out db as a whole like I wanna enjoy goku to the max but it gets me so tired trying to enjoy it while knowing that things could be so much better if toriyama wasnt rushed on a regular basis and if he thought some things thru
I'm not sure what ask you're referring to, anon, so I'm not sure what you mean. I'm guessing this is in reference to Tien having minimal backstory.
I can understand wanting more from a particular work. It's probably to Dragon Ball's credit that one of the biggest complaints from the fans is that there isn't enough attention lavished on the supporting and ancillary characters. It amazes me how many fans carry a torch for more Launch or Raditz when they haven't been used in over 30 years, and they weren't even used that much back then. They made an impression, and people want more. I wish I could make a character like Launch with that kind of demand.
On the other hand, stories have to call it done at some point. Akira Toriyama had to tell the story of Goku, and he had to do it on a deadline, and even if he had more time and more resources, he'd still have to make the hard decisions about what to keep in and what to throw out. He was never going to be able to include a subplot about Tien's parents, it would derail the story that he was actually trying to tell.
Star Wars is a good example. They were going to make those sequel trilogy movies, and Episode VII was going to be about Han Solo, and VIII was going to be about Luke Skywalker, and IX would have been about Princess Leia, except Carrie Fisher died before they could actually go through with it. That still bugs me. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to form a coherent opinion on Episode IX, because I'll always be comparing it to a Carrie-Fisher-led movie that ultimately never got made. I'm kind of angry that they waited thirty-plus years to do a project like this, and they ended up waiting too long to get it right. My point is that everything is finite, and everything has a deadline, even when you don't notice it.
At some point, creators have to set their priorities and stick to them, for the sake of the work. Visual artists do this all the time. No one complains when a painting doesn't detail every last strand of hair, or the individual pores on a person's nose.
I've seen plenty of folk complain that there should be more official material devoted to the underutilized characters. The thing I can never seem to get anyone to buy into is that the Launches and Turleseseses and Tien's moms are kind of our job. If we see a minor detail and we want More of That, then we gotta make it ourselves, because no one else is going to.
I mean, I think people get that, but sometimes I'm not so sure. Like, Broly got a new movie and fans are like "Well now they should do one for so-and-so!" Like Broly was some obscure background character, whose appearance in 2018 signals some sort of Obscure Background Character Renaissance. Look, I'd love to see some sort of Launch/Haskey/Colonel Violet action heist story, but Toei's never going to do that, because they're too focused on the big characters with the biggest appeal. Priorities.
I'm not saying this to be mean, Anon, but I get a sense of bitterness in your words, like you can't enjoy Dragon Ball as it is because you're too frustrated with what it might have been. Trust me, you'll waste your life that way. Nothing will ever be perfect, and you'll miss all the good parts while you're holding out for even better ones.
Actually, this reminds me of one of my favorite Far Side comics, where these people in the desert find a water fountain, and one of them wants to push his luck even further before he takes a drink. That's the sort of mentality I'm trying to combat here. That's why I get so mad about fans who gripe about video quality and aspect ratios and minor details. They're so fixated on getting the absolute highest quality trees that they never get to enjoy the forest.
For my part, I enjoy Dragon Ball for all sorts of reasons, including the dumber stuff that goes hand-in-hand with the awesome stuff. If you find yourself unable to do that, then don't sit tight and wish it were better. Go find other things that you like more. Or make the kind of content that you can't find anywhere else. Everybody's always griping about Toyotaro screwing things up like he's the only game in town. I hardly ever think about the guy, because I got into JoJo around the time the DBS manga started doing original stories. And there's plenty of fan works. My dashboard is routinely filled with Yamcha/Tien slash. Some butthole keeps spamming this endless Super Saiyan OC fic. He's not doing it for his health, or for the adulation; he's doing it because no one else will do it for him.
I'll get off of that particular soapbox for a moment, because I have no way of knowing if you're an aspiring content creator or anything like that. A lot of people aren't looking to make their own stuff like that. They just want to enjoy stuff, and that's fine. Dragon Ball's here and it's done and it's plenty big. There's a lot to enjoy. But if you say you're "trying" to enjoy it and it just isn't working for you, then maybe you need to put it down and look for something else, at least for a while.
#ask duhragonball#i don't know if i qualify as a fandom grandpa or if that's even a thing i want to be#but on topics like these i find myself feeling like that's where i'm headed
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Wrong place, Wrong time. Part 1
God of war x borrower oc story
“-And remember, DON’T touch anything! Reavers aren’t exactly a clean bunch,” a gurgling followed. “Ugh, really bad at keeping anything clean in fact.” The poor man really could be a worry wart at times (and a clean freak as always).
“Sindri, I’ll be fine. I promise! Cross my heart and everything. The whetstone will probably be kept somewhere safe if it’s precious enough to be stolen, so it’ll hopefully be clean when I find it.”
“Oh. Well, I hadn’t thought of that. Just...stay safe ok? And don’t get caught!”
“I won’t, I never do. See you soon!”
Reluctantly the dwarf answered,“See you soon jojo.” But the poor dwarf’s knee couldn’t stop shaking, thinking about worst case scenarios. Jojo knew he’d just have to prove poor Sindri wrong once again. Maybe one of these days he’d actually learn there was no use worrying himself into a frenzy. Taking off, the 5 inch figure wasn’t stopped as he scurried along natural ledges in walls, and began his descent into the heart of the earth.
Jojo didn’t see what all the worry was for. One of the few perks of being a borrower was often big folk like Reavers or monsters were always too busy looking ahead for bean sized people, that they never looked far enough down to see him. He knew the dwarf didn’t like asking him for help, even though the boy often came to Sindri’s shop outside ‘Fafnir’s storeroom’ (or whatever he called it) asking for challenges and new borrowing spots.
Most borrowers would call it suicide to be talking to beans and other big folk, ESPECIALLY with all the new monsters that have started popping up recently. Hel walkers they’re called apparently. But Jojo wasn’t most. He’d sought out his favourite Dwarf and brother when his parents died drowning in the lake of nine when the waters suddenly flooded, leaving their 8 year old son to fend for himself. Not immediately, obviously. No, at that point he was still a weedy little scaredy cat himself, not able to be even in the same area when footstep started to shake the earth. It could only last so long though. He hadn’t been old enough to be taken out borrowing before being left alone, and supplies ran low quickly. So, spurt of the desperate, when he saw the two set up shop outside his home in the foothills, the child decided to stride right out into the open and ask for food.
4 years later and he still never regretted that decision. Still scrawny, “the side effect of being young” said Brok, but definitely more confident. Brok taught him a lot of that confidence (and a whole lot of swear words too, despite Sindri’s attempts to undo his brother’s work) and Sindri taught him kindness and generosity. The generosity was only spent on the brothers, because who else was he going to see? No borrower would trust another that hung around beans, and Sindri wouldn’t let him be found by anyone if he had anything to say about it, but kindness he tried to show all IF he could without getting sliced in half.
Gathering focus for the change in environment, the world became darker. White, natural light was flittering out, slowly being replaced by the ethereal glow of blue crystals bouncing off liquid smooth stone corridors leading into a fatal drop. An underground ravine. Nothing had shown its face yet, though the odd grunt of some undead beastie would make itself known now and then. Being so small meant there was no need to cross the water below, or find ways to get the chain ropes down so as to climb across. All he had to do was stick close to the roof where stalactites could be leapt between till he reached some valley in the wall to rest. Nothing too hard. Looking for the fist place to jump, a low hanging spine was just a couple of feet away (to Jojo); taking a leap of faith, the boy managed to snag the tail end. Right, next one. Leaping like a lemur the drop was easily avoided, and soon something came into view. Sunlight yellow was beginning to mix with the unnatural blue, and Jojo knew there was an opening into the outside world around the corner. Good, finally he would be able to see, though he would be easier to spot in the illumination of day.
Sindri
How had Brok convinced him to let Jojo go treasure hunting alone? So many traps, monsters, ancients even! “He’ll be fine” said Brok when the two had discussed it together during one of their rare ‘chats for important matters’. So nonchalantly Brok threw out, “Kid’s never been seen before, he ain’t gonna be now!” We’ll that was just testing fate wasn’t it! The rhythmic thumping of hammer to metal was doing nothing to take his mind off the matter, and a few too many near misses to his thumb told Sindri he wasn’t going to get any real work done at this rate. Perhaps he should have a break and go visit Ivaldi’s workshop?
“Hey Sindri!”
“Agh!!!!” Both hammer and work went flying overhead, just missing the flat of his skull. The lithe boy in question at least had the gall to go red, abashed as he walked over to the Dwarf’s workbench, scratching at the buzzed fuzz across the side his head.
“Sorry.”
“Well you should be! That could’ve hurt you OR me, and all the infections that could get in-”
“Boy, be careful.”
The source of the voice sat further back up the slate corridor, hidden in shadow, hawkish gold glowed beneath a heavy brow.
“Sorry father.” Atreus called back to the hidden figure.
With meaningful strides, the figure came into the light of day, bleach white skin, jet black beard and a crimson tattoo striped across an eye setting the figure apart as none other than his worst fear. Kratos. Why? Why were these two here?
“What brings you two to my place of work to scare me?”
Leaning on the edge of his (freshly cleaned) work bench, the spritely youth explained with excitement, “We’re gonna get that whetstone you wanted!”
Shit! He’d mentioned that to them, hadn’t he? Why had they come to fulfill that promise now, when they seemed so disinterest in before?
“O-o-ooooohhhhh yeahhhhhhh, THAT whetstone. Well...”
Atreus leaned in with a head tilt and a brow lifted, “...well? What’s wrong, did you find it already?”
“No-“
“-No? Then what’s the problem?”
“Speak clearly, we have come for the promise of improvements.” Straight to the point, both father and son were on edge now.
Damn it, he was digging a hole for himself again. Stupid mouth. Obviously, if the two of them went in those mines, there was a chance his kid would get spotted and wearing that rat skin outfit, either of the pair could mistake Jojo for an actual rat and hit him with something. Oooooo, that’s horrifying, don’t think about that! Ughhhh don’t vomit! Don’t-...But On the other hand, there was a chance that the father/son duo could clear the way and make it safer for his boy to get back. And more searching eyes makes for less work. Sindri would just have to encourage them not to be too... liberal with their killing.
“Yes the offer is still there, but you must heed this warning.”
“You mentioned no warning before, why?” The irritation lacing the bestial man’s tone didn’t keep itself hidden, growls billowing out that barrel chest. The dwarf didn’t shirk away like a turtle. Not at all.
“O-oh-well-I didn’t know before. Bbbbut I got new information...from Brok. He said not tooooooo... kill the ratssssss?”
The growls took a higher pitch.
“Errrrr, ok? Are the rats protected are something?” Quizzed Atreus, bringing the blacksmith off the subject of the terrifying god before him. A perfect excuse.
“YES! Yes, sorry, the rats are the protected subjects of Freya. Wouldn’t want to upset her right?!”
“Oh! Well, she never mentioned that when we met her.” These two met FREYA! Of course they had, who was he kidding, they’d met everyone and probably started a fight with them too.
“Must’ve slipped her mind, now hurry up! Don’t want any drauger or wolves to get their disgusting hands all over it! Otherwise it’ll be so dirty even I won’t be able to clean it!”
The excuse was enough. The two turned (but not before the kid’s enthusiastic good bye) and disappeared below the cramped passage into the inky black mines, their footsteps echoing out.
“Please let this be the right idea.” Huffed out Sindri with stale, held breath, shaking his head at his own recklessness.
Jojo
Making the last of his descent down the sheer cliff walls, vibrant green broke the dead stone and made life at the edge of the darkness. The sweet ache from overworked tendons and muscles began the slow process of slipping away, fresh air and bird song rejuvenating the boy’s ambition to find his prize, a grin pulling at bubbly cheeks. He was halfway now! Strolling through the ivy, form barely making a rustle, sunlight illuminated the boy’s way through the thickets. Brok mentioned that before he reached the main chamber where the actual traps and treasure was kept, there was a ‘small’ field for him to cross with bits of precious metals along the way. Jojo knew he’d need to make height soon in order to know where he was going, but this time it’d have to be calculated; all black stood out in all this greenery. Now where to go? Rocks. He could use the rocks as an outpost to look out: dark coloured, easy to climb and easy to blend into. Just a matter of reaching it. Strolling through the ivy, the speckled light beaming on the crumbled earth was just enough to guide the way forward, boots barely making a sound.
Squawk
Stopping dead, a cold trail prickled along his back. The boy made the slowest tilt back possible to peak throught the canopy, trying to avoid detection. Too late, looking with a ghostly green eye, a monsterous raven was stalking with keen interest, perched almost serenely upon it’s watch point. Ravens weren’t notorious borrower hunters, seeing people like him often as a chore to catch and consume. But rats...rats were their favourite.
And he was dressed as one.
Atreus
“Father, what do you think had Sindri so shook?”
“Anything, boy. The dwarf has a talent for fear.” No denying that, agreed the doe eyed boy. Sindri did fear just about everything.
Crouching did nothing for the chalk giant, disgruntled grunts sounding out amongst the overhead drips of droplets every time his bald head scraped the sandpaper rough ceiling. It’s one of the few examples in life that made Atreus happy to be short. Yowls were coming from further into the mineshaft, but drauger were a minor setback, easily dispatched.
“Be on your guard boy, we are nearing danger.”
Jojo
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-“ How could one bird be more persistent then all the drauger in the world?
SSSSSQQQQUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!
Too close! Every attack was only wearing the borrower down more; the saving grace from this endless stream of dive bombs was that in the bird’s haste, it made enough flapping to give its location away at all times, making it easier to dodge. But now Jojo was lost, lost and close to just falling down if his quaking limbs were anything to go by.
Atreus
“Well that was easy.”
A sagely look was drawn toward Atreus, not angry, but not impressed, “Easy because there are two of us, boy, but don’t let your guard down because you perceive an enemy as ‘easy’.”
Always one to lecture. “Yes sir.”
The cave entrance as coming into sight, stoic father and brash son walking side by side. With electrical arrows at the ready and frosty axe drawn the odd pair walked into daylight, sun illuminating the thick blood staining their skin and wares. Both were ready for any kind of battle ahead, be it fierce or simple.
Well, except for the kind of battle that they stumbled onto.
“Father? What’s wrong with that bird?” Quizzed Atreus, looking up, but Kratos was busy scanning the wooded field
“It hunts for prey boy, pay it no mind.” No beating around the bush.
“But it looks like one of Odin’s crows.”
The barely there expression of strained, chalk temples and widening, heavy set eyes might as well have been a scream.“Shoot it down.”
This rarity was not lost on the boy, heart pounding in response. If his ever-stoic dad was frightened, this was more of a danger than he had anticipated. Wasting no time, Atreus locked on as the bird went for another dive, and let loose a wizzing arrow. It fired true puncturing the breast and punching through to the other side with a resounding crack of the rib cage. The creature never hit its mark, breaking apart in a surprising burst of green flame, but never actually setting anything on fire. The witchcraft of Odin was strange indeed.
The boy couldn’t feel pleasure out of his elegant kill, still too shaken by what he’d seen. Atreus knew better than to ask his father what was wrong, the man would switch on him like a rabid dog driven mad by rabies if any fear was ever acknowledged.
“We go on, boy.”
Kratos took the lead, heading further uphill into the tree trunk horizon, sun spilling over the crest and illuminating some of the lower valley where the boy stood. Atreus made no move to follow. If he was to get answers, it would have to be now whilst his father charged on unaware. Tip toeing over to where the bird would have fallen, eyes trained on his father, the archer found his arrow wedged fast into the soft earth with wandering hands. Turning his gaze for just a moment to inspect his find, there were signs of burns, suggesting that the animal must’ve been made of pure magic; probably a spy of some kind if Odin had anything to do with it, the man was notoriously suspicious and crafty (even all seeing as his mother had mentioned) so would want to know at all times what was going on in midguard. Hold on... pulling the tip of the spear out, a rat skin sat pierced at the end. Weird thing was though, it was clean, even looking tanned on the inside like some kind of weird miniature hooded tunic! This wasn’t an animal the crow had caught and killed, but clearly was worn by the thing that the bird was after on the ground. Wait... Sindri mentioned not killing any rats, but this one was allowed to die and be made into clothes, meaning Freya wasn’t protecting the rats at all. Sindri was lying, he was protecting whoever wore this tunic-
“BOY! COME!”
Oops. He’d zoned out too long.
“Father, I think Sindri was lying!”
Footstep were coming down behind him in a charge. Curiosity wouldn’t let him leave, but flight was making his feet flitter and shake, ready to take off from the raging bull behind him.
“Did I just not tell you to follow?! The dwarf is of no concern-“ Fighting curiosity won over.
“DAD! Just. Look.”
Turning back and presenting the tunic to the man who’d finally reached him, the golden hue burned brightly with hatful embers down at the find. Just as quickly the gaze focused back on the child. He neither cared nor understood.
“It’s a tunic, made from the skin of a rat. Sindri said the rats here were under the protection of Freya, but if that were true, this one wouldn’t be dead and Odin’s ravens wouldn’t dare go after it. Sindri’s hiding something.”
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