#badly drawn jojo

[tripably]

You Know You Can't Fool Me: The Comic Version

Yeah. Uh. I'm simultaneously proud and humiliated by this... creation. Here's the story in it's original form, which I'm infinitely less embarrassed about lmao.

Thank you @julcheninred for hosting the challenge ! I drew magnificiently badly for six (?) hours straight but I also giggled the whole fucking time so. Time well spent? :-D

[schadenfredde]

POV: you were rude to Jonathan

[kdd-works]

[badlydrawnjojocomics]

I made a bluesky! I'll be gradually putting my stuff on there from newest to oldest

[aversiteespabilas]

Collabing to create the Rise Rabbit Cinematic Universe series has been (and continues to be) an endless source of joy. These characters have become so incredibly dear to me so quickly and working with a friend has brought me so much creative drive and courage to try new things, polish and develop my skills in ways I never would have dreamed of before.

After a lot of trial and error, I feel like now I have a very firm grasp on these character designs, so in the spirit of collaboration and creative insight, I want to put together a series of notes detailing my process and self-assigned rules whenever I draw the rabbit family, in as comprehensive a way as I can make them.

Personally, I have found that following these rules allows me to reproduce these character designs consistently and efficiently. I have drawn these characters badly before, but never wrong.

This will act as a masterpost for the series! I'll be editing it with links as more of these get finished.

GENERAL DESIGN NOTES

General considerations and body shapes

Whiskers

Feet

Hands

Eyes

Noses

Mouths

Ears

CHARACTER SPECIFIC NOTES

Tetsuya

Yuki

Yusuke

Toshiko

Jotaro (Jojo)

Kenichi

Mariko

Jotaro (Jota)

Auntie Sakiko

Keiko

[thornybubbles]

You Give Love a Bad Name (Yandere Diego x Backstabber Reader)

NOTE: I didn’t write anything for the entire month of October and I feel awful about that. Imagine me, a lover of horrifying JoJo fanfics, not writing anything for the Halloween season! Unforgivable! So I’m gonna try to make up for it all this month starting with this story. Please accept this as part of my apology! 

NOTE 2: I don’t know why I keep pairing poor Diego up with criminal Readers. It's an aesthetic, I guess. 

Warnings: YANDERE, possessiveness, very dark themes and implications, degradation, violence towards Reader, threats, and other forms of unpleasantness. Also Reader is kind of an asshole. I head canon that yandere Diego is a lot wilder and meaner than regular Diego (not that regular Diego was nice). No smut!

Diego hated himself for letting you into his heart. He wanted to hate you, but he couldn’t muster the proper level of emotion. He loved you. He loved you dearly, and that was the problem. You had somehow wormed your way into his heart. You were so sweet to him the day the two of you met. He’d been injured and you showed up out of nowhere wanting to help him. He shooed you away, his pride and distrust of other people preventing him from accepting help from anyone. You insisted and he bellowed at you, demanding that you leave him alone and mind your own business. You started bawling then, not because of him yelling at you, but because, in your own words, 

“I can’t bear to leave you like this! You’re bleeding so badly! Please, please let me help you!” 

He sneered at you telling you to just shut up and aid him then. Anything to stop your infernal squalling. How your demeanor changed. You were so happy that you’d been allowed to help him, smiling sweetly as you bandaged his arm. You looked so cute that he couldn't stand to look at your face. You didn’t ask him questions about how he got injured or pry into his personal affairs. Instead you talked about how you’d been a long time fan of his and had followed as many of his achievements as you could. You told him that this was the first time you’d been able to actually watch a race that he was in and you were so excited about that. 

Diego was used to having fans that adored and worshiped him, but you were something else. No other fan could point out maneuvers that he used to achieve his victories, but you did. You didn’t just adore him for his achievements alone, you actually studied his methods. You told him that you became a fan because you wanted to watch him succeed. Never in his life had Diego felt so… supported. Others had been lured to him for his looks, charm, and achievements alone, but you seemed drawn by merely adoration of him as a jockey and your joy at watching him win. 

It flustered him and he hated that. Diego Brando was the one that flustered, not the one who got flustered. 

How dare you make him feel like this…

Thereafter you became an absolute pest. He saw you nearly everywhere he went and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He jokingly accused you of stalking him and the shocked and ashamed look on your face had him laughing. Finally he had made you blush, and it was the loveliest sight he’d ever laid eyes on. You had him, fully and completely, and he found himself looking forward to seeing your excited face in the crowds. Seeing you like that, waving at him from among the rabble, it never failed to have him smiling. You were like a rare jewel shining through piles of trash. Your very presence made him feel uplifted. Even when he wasn’t doing well in the race, you were there to offer your support. 

“So what if you lost your place!” you said. “You’re Diego Brando! You’ll do what you have to to regain your spot in the race and gain five more places in the process! Nobody can keep you down!” 

Then you’d hold your little fist in the air and cheer and another crack would form in the shield that Diego had put around his heart. 

Some time after that, you confessed to Diego. You told him that you’d had a crush on him since you first saw his picture in the newspaper, but meeting him in real life and seeing his feats for yourself, actually getting to speak to him in person… it turned your crush into full blown love. Many women confessed their attraction to him before, but it was always limited to his looks or fame. Other than his mother, no one had ever said they loved him before. It shattered the shield around his heart completely and he went weak in the knees. 

He confessed his own love for you that day, unable to hold back his feelings anymore. He’d given up on ever feeling loved again after his mother’s death. He’d given up on love in general. Love was a weakness after all. It made people do foolish things. Made them sloppy and stupid. Love could destroy a person’s life. How he wished that he’d remembered all that later… when you betrayed him. 

It happened not long after he obtained Scary Monsters. He was so eager to go and show it to you. He longed to see your shocked face become an expression of amazement and adoration. He wanted to stand in place and watch as you marveled at his new power. He wanted to see the glimmer of tenderness in your eyes as you stroked his face and whispered words of encouragement. 

“Look at you, Diego! My God! You’re unstoppable now!” he imagined you saying. 

But you weren’t there. He couldn’t find you at the checkpoint. He searched the inns, saloons, shops of the town, but you were nowhere to be seen. He started asking the other racers if they’d seen you. No one seemed to know who he was talking about. Dread filled his heart to bursting. Where were you? Had something happened? Were you ill? Injured? Lost? Had someone done something to you? He’d bloody murder anyone that laid a hand on you!! Desperate, he started asking the townsfolk in hopes that one of them knew something. Fortunately, most of them seemed to know who you were, but the looks they exchanged with each other when Diego mentioned your name told him that something was wrong. Very wrong. 

The townsfolk had a very interesting story to tell about you. Con-artist. That was the word they used to describe you. They told him about all the other men that you had warmed up to, how they all found themselves in the same predicament he was in. They told him about how you would seek out wealthy, famous, desirable men and make them fall for you. Then, when they least expected it, you would rob them and leave them with empty wallets and broken hearts. Diego could have massacred the entire town right then and there. He didn’t want to believe that they were talking about you. Not his sweet, innocent darling! Not the angel that was always there for him, uplifting him, encouraging him, loving him… He wouldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it. He ran back to his hotel room and searched through his belongings. It wasn’t true! You wouldn’t do that to him! Not to him! 

Half of his money was missing along with the necklace that he’d bought for you. You’d been kind enough, at least, not to rob him completely blind. How had he not noticed that his money bag was lighter than usual? When did you even have time to do this? You must’ve snuck into his room when he was practically tearing the town apart looking for you. You must have been lying in wait, watching for the moment that he left his room so that you could slip in and help yourself to what didn’t belong to you. Diego searched his bag again, hoping beyond hope that he’d just miscounted his cash and misplaced the necklace… and he found the cute little message you’d left for him,

“It’s been fun, Diego, but I’m afraid it’s time for me to head out. No hard feelings, handsome! Don’t be too mad at me!” 

It felt like the room had fallen away, leaving him in a black void and the only thing he could see was the letter he clutched in his trembling hands. His mind was racing with all manner of dark and murderous thoughts. It had all been a lie, a cruel, hateful lie! He never meant anything to you at all. He was just another mark for you, wasn’t he? Another notch in your damned belt! He should have known. He should have been able to see through your act. He’d imagined you to be some kind of jewel amongst filth, but he forgot that ALL humans were filth! Well you certainly reminded him of that, didn’t you? Diego’s fury-fogged gaze dropped to the bottom of the letter where you had the utter nerve to leave a mocking lipstick print on the paper. 

You sealed your fate with that little stunt. 

Diego held the note close to his face and breathed deep of your scent. He hadn’t fully grasped all of Scary Monsters abilities just yet, but he did know how to utilize its heightened sense of smell. He could smell the oil in your lipstick and the hint of your breath still lingering on the paper. You’d had tea instead of coffee that morning. He also caught a whiff of your perfume. It was the one that he’d bought you, imported from France and very expensive. At the time he thought you were worth it…

…Your scent was fresh. Very fresh. You were still in town. You hadn’t left yet. 

Diego slammed the door to his hotel room open, startling a young woman with a cart full of food trays. He sniffed at the air frantically, looking for all the world like a wild dog on the hunt. The woman started to speak to him, to ask him if he needed anything, but when he turned his yellow-eyed gaze on her, the words caught in her throat and she could only let out a tiny peep of surprise. His expression was that of a feral beast and he was panting ragged breaths as if he’d been running for miles. He sniffed the air a few more times before rushing past her. The woman pressed herself against the wall, barely avoiding being knocked down as he rushed down the corridor. She stared after him in confusion. She recognized him of course. Most of the hotel girls knew of the famed Diego Brando, but she was fairly certain that his eyes weren’t yellow. 

Was it even possible for humans to have yellow eyes? 

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You sighed as you climbed into the stagecoach that was to take you out of town. You felt a little guilty, you had to admit. Diego seemed so enamored with you, much more so than you expected of him. Watching his haughty, bitter demeanor melt into something soft and loving kinda had your heart pounding. It was a shame you just didn’t feel the same way. You would never forget that story he told you about his mother. You really wished that he’d never opened up that much to you. Poor Diego. He would be devastated at your betrayal, no doubt. Knowing that would eat you up inside, but you were sure that the fat stack hidden in your bag would ease your heartache. 

“Hello, dearie.” 

You were not expecting to ever hear that voice again. You looked up to see Diego staring at you with a blank expression from the seat across from you. When did he get into the stagecoach with you? Was he already in there waiting for you? 

“Diego!” you said with a start. 

“I got your note,” he said, holding up the note you’d left him and giving you a joyless smile. “I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye in person.” 

Your eyes darted around the inside of the coach, looking for anything you could use to bend the situation into your favor. Diego kept talking. 

“I was so worried about you, sweetheart.” he said with a mock pout. “I couldn’t find you anywhere. I was afraid something awful happened to you.” 

Your eyes fell on the bandages on the sides of his face. Was he injured? It didn’t matter. It was something you could use. Show him sympathy. Make him forget his anger and remember how good your hands felt against the skin of his face. That’s usually all it took for most. 

“Diego, what are those bandages for? Did you hurt yourself?” you said, giving him a pitiful look of concern. 

You reached up to him, hands coming up to touch the bandages. Your fingers had barely grazed the gauze of each bandage before Diego uttered an inhuman growl, 

“Keep your filthy, thieving little rat claws to yourself!” 

You pulled your hands back as if he’d tried to bite you, and held your arms to your chest to protect them. 

“Diego, please, you don’t understand…” you began but he sharply cut you off. 

“Oh, yes. Let’s hear it! Tell me all about what I don’t understand! What sob story will it be this time? Will it be the one about your dying aunt who was like a mother to you? Will it be about how you want to pay off your father’s gambling debts? Or will it be the one about you needing money to send your younger siblings to school? Or maybe it will be the one about buying shoes for orphans? Does that cover everything or will I be getting a new story this time?”  

You gave him a pleading look and tried to think of something, anything to tell him. You didn’t know what to do or say. Most of your victims were too busy wallowing in heartbreak to bother confronting you. Diego was the only one that went so far as to track you down. It was unexpected, but it wasn’t a scenario that you were completely unprepared for. 

“Floyd, Fleetwood, The Allman Brothers, Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young…” he listed off the names of some of your previous victims. “Do those names ring any bells? Including me, was that the full list of your targets or am I missing some?” 

He was, actually. He left out Morrison and Dylan, but you weren’t about to correct him. While he fumed you reached into the hidden pocket on the inside of your shawl and grasped the grip of your pistol. 

“How did it feel to know that you got one over on the great Diego Brando?” he asked. “Did it give you a little thrill? Did it give you your adrenaline fix? Did you have a laugh or two at my expense?” 

“Diego, please. I wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t needed the money!” You pleaded in a last ditch effort to sway him. “I’ve fallen on hard times!” 

“Hard times?” Diego scoffed. “I doubt that you’ve experienced any hardship more serious than deciding what to have for breakfast in the morning!” 

His eyes darted to your throat for some reason. He thought he saw movement there but he wasn’t sure. He tried to focus his blurred vision on the glimmer of something around your throat. Ah. You were wearing the necklace he bought for you. He smiled bitterly at the sight of it. 

“The necklace looks lovely on you, dear. I was trying to keep it a secret from you until I was ready to give it to you, but it seems you’ve gone and spoiled the surprise. It goes well with that new outfit though. Blue was always your color. Tell me, did you buy that with my money?” 

You drew your pistol and aimed it at his chest. 

Diego’s instincts kicked in at the sudden movement. He saw something shiny in your hand, but couldn’t quite make out what it was. Though that newly awakened, primitive side of his brain was screaming at him that what you held in your hand was a weapon and he was in danger. 

You didn’t want to do it, but he’d cornered you, and cornered rats have a tendency to bite. You barely had time to cock the gun before Diego slapped it out of your hand with a speed you hadn’t expected from a human being. The gun flew out of the window of the coach and you heard it clatter against the ground a moment later. It’s a wonder it hadn’t gone off. The state of your gun was the least of your worries as Diego swung backwards with the same hand that had knocked the gun out of your hand and backhanded you across the face. You let out a yelp of pain and shock and shrank in on yourself, curling up in the seat and shielding your head with your arms. You could feel your hair dangling down in your face. Diego had slapped you so hard that your hair came undone. You could feel blood trickling out of one of your nostrils and you really hoped he hadn’t broken your nose. Your face stung like hell. 

You felt yourself being grabbed by the shoulders. You shrieked as Diego yanked you up to face him, pulling you out of your protective ball. 

“D-Diego! Please! Don’t h-hurt me!” you begged. 

“Hurt you?” Diego said, voice suddenly sounding deep and distorted. “Hurt you? After what you did to me, I should KILL YOU!!” 

His voice came out in a roar that shook the coach and vibrated throughout your entire body. 

You were crying now, sobbing and pleading for him not to kill you. Diego just stared at you with wild eyes. The color of his eyes seemed off and his pupils looked odd. You don’t know if what you were seeing was the result of the abject terror that Diego had instilled in you or if there was something strange going on with his face. The corners of his mouth seemed to shift under the bandages and stretch up the side of his face far further than they should go. His lips, and patches of skin around his face and neck seemed oddly scaly. And his teeth… Why did they look so long and sharp? 

“W-what’s happening to y-you?” you asked. 

He didn’t answer your question. He was too busy panting like an animal and being hypnotized by the trickle of blood coming from your nose. 

“Does it make you feel accomplished, knowing you humiliated me like that? I can practically hear everyone laughing at me behind my back. How they’ll look at me when I pass by and whisper to each other about how I fell prey to a con-artist and then they’ll snicker like schoolchildren. I won’t allow it. Do you hear? I won’t allow you to add me to your lists of conquests! You won’t place me on your trophy shelf! What’s worse is that you have the nerve to pull a gun on me! Were you thinking of adding murder to your list of crimes? I’ll kill you first! Love, you have no idea how hard it is for me to keep myself from biting your pretty head off…” 

You sobbed as you listened to his mad rant and watched at his face and body continued to contort into something monstrous. 

“Please don’t kill me…” you sobbed. 

Your plea seemed to snap him out of whatever daze he was in and his eyes lifted from the trail of blood from your nose to your tear-filled eyes. 

“I can’t…” he whispered. “I should. Believe me I’m angry enough… but I don’t think I could ever live with myself if I ripped you apart like I want to. And prison’s too good for you. You wouldn’t stay there long anyway. You’d just flutter your lashes at the nearest gullible guard and you’d be back on the streets in no time without ever going to trial. Isn’t that right?” 

“Diego… you’re hurting me…” you said in a pained gasp. He was gripping your shoulders so hard. 

“Oh poor thing.” He mocked. “Well you hurt me first, you lying, conniving little harlot and, believe me, you’ll pay for it! I’m not letting you go… I still want you. Damn my own foolish heart, I still want you. So you’re going to stick by me just like you used to. But you’re not getting out of your punishment. As much as I love you, I won’t let you get away with what you did to me. I want you at every checkpoint singing my praises louder than ever before. I want you throwing yourself at my feet even if it means kneeling in filth. I want you to do it where everyone can see you, so you can see what it feels like to have everyone laughing at you. You’ll be at my beck and call, my personal servant. If I can’t have you as my lover, then you’ll be my dog! You’ll grovel before me, beg for my attention, and my kindness, and I’ll give you none of it until I think you’ve earned it! That’s right, there will be no more perfumes, jewelry, or fancy clothes for you. From now on you’ll have to earn that, too. I’ll show you exactly what it means to fall on hard times!” 

This couldn’t be happening! Not to you! You were supposed to be on your way to the next town and the next poor sap to con. You weren’t supposed to be here now in the clutches of a madman who seemed to be turning into a monster. 

“Don’t think for a minute that you can run either.” Diego continued. “Try to escape and I’ll find you. I’ll hunt you down just like I did today, only when I find you again I will kill you! I’ll kill you and anyone you try to get help from.” 

“Please, Diego,” you sobbed. “I can pay the money back! I can--!” 

“This isn’t about the damned money!” he thundered. 

You cringed at his tone, afraid that he’d hit you again. 

“I can make it up to you! Please, Diego! I’ll do anything!” you said, hoping beyond hope that he would listen to reason. 

Diego grinned revealing rows of jagged, animalistic teeth. You just stared at them, unable to believe what you were seeing. 

“Good. Glad to hear it.” he sneered. “You can start by giving me a little kiss.” 

You stared warily at his mouth and wondered if he could actually bite off your head, like he’d suggested before. 

“Well?” Diego growled, impatient with your hesitation. 

You leaned forward and planted your trembling lips against his. The skin there felt rough and leathery. You didn’t have time to think about it as Diego abruptly dragged his tongue across your face, lapping up the blood from your nose. You groaned in disgust and Diego chuckled. 

“Again. Kiss me again and this time do it like you bloody mean it!” 

You obliged, pressing your lips against his and his mouth all but engulfed you as he turned the simple kiss into a full on make out session. You whimpered pathetically the entire time. 

Diego pulled away, his face back to normal. 

“Well, that’s a start.” he quipped. 

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Diego walked out of the stable after putting Silver Bullet away. Like clockwork, you shoved your way out of the crowd and landed on your knees at Diego’s feet. He turned, giving you a blank look. You didn’t look up. You didn’t want to see that triumphant look in his eyes. You also didn’t want to see the looks of disgust and pity on the faces of the crowd. It was bad enough that you could hear the things they were saying about you. 

Pathetic.

Desperate. 

Filthy.

Annoying. 

At every checkpoint, Diego had you playing the part of his pitiful little fan that followed him everywhere he went, desperately seeking his attention. It was beyond humiliating, but you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Diego warned you that if you wanted to eat today, you’d better put on a good show like the obedient little dog you were. 

“You were wonderful out there today, Diego!” you said, using the tone you’d always used on him back when you were trying to win him over. 

Laughter erupted from the crowd and your face heated up. You lowered your gaze even further so that you were staring at the mud that stained your knees. Diego ignored the crowd and tenderly grasped one of your hands. He pulled you up from the dirt, earning a murmur of adoration. 

How kind he was to give that filthy street walker even a modicum of his time. 

“You don’t look like you’ve eaten in a while,” He said in a soft tone that had tears forming in the corners of your eyes. 

He was horrible. The living definition of a monster. How could anyone buy into this act of fake kindness he was putting on? He used a thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes, smearing some of the caked up dirt on your cheeks. 

“Don’t cry, now. Let’s get you fed.” 

He pulled you along and you followed behind him, head lowered. Diego had ruined you. The days of holding your head high were long over. You would never get your dignity back after this. The only thing that concerned you now is whether or not Diego would let you sleep in a hotel room or stick you in the stables tonight.

[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 42. Sleepover

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 1,552

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

Your explanation of the past few weeks of your life was... complicated to say the least. But Vita held on to your every word.

"...and that leaves us where we are. Hopefully all of that makes at least a little sense."

"Wow." Vita breathed, looking up at you in awe. "You really did all that?"

"Among other things, yeah." You nodded. It was a long story, with a lot to explain, so you skipped a few details that you deemed too complicated or strange. "Anyways..." You groaned uncomfortably at the feeling of mud and sand in your clothes. "I should probably get going."

"You're in no condition to walk all the way home." Vita carefully tore his gaze from your fatigued form to the window. It was still raining heavily outside, so badly the sunset was completely blotted out by the storm clouds. "Can your mom pick you up?"

"Nope."Your mom didn't even own a car. She was also going to be worried sick if you didn't get home soon. "Got a phone I can borrow?" You asked bluntly. Vita nodded before leading you down to his living room. The two of you went as quietly as possible since Vita's parents didn't know you were there. He pointed you over to a phone hanging on the wall. You carefully typed your home phone number, anxiously waiting for your mother to pick up. Your heart nearly stopped when the line clicked. "H-"

"Y/n! Where have you been?!" Senora Jones' angry voice came over the line.

"Hello to you too."

"Y/n..." Your mother warned sternly, obviously in no mood for any teenage sarcasm. "Where are you? Are you okay? Why aren't you home yet?"

"I'm still at Vita's house. We sort of lost track of time." You explained timidly. After glancing out a nearby window at the horrendous storm outside you continued. "At this point I think I should just stay the night." You heard Senora Jones sigh across the line.

"Have you eaten? Do you have something to wear?"

"Yep." You answered after looking down at your mud-stained clothes dusted with sand.

"Fine, but we are having a serious talk about this tomorrow." Senora Jones relented.

"Okay... I love you."

"I love you too darling. Goodnight." The line clicked off. You stood there contemplating for a moment before becoming very aware of Vita's presence hovering over your shoulder.

"You're pretty good at that."

"Lying to my mom? That's not a compliment." You replied sadly. The air between the two of you became very stale as you headed back up to the refuge of Vita's room. It was obvious he thought the whole situation was an amazing adventure, it didn't seem he processed just how dangerous your life had become. Or the danger he could be in.

"So... stands." Vita finally said, breaking the silence as the two of you reached the massive staircase that led to the second floor. "What else can you tell me?"

"I'll admit, your stand is a little different compared to the ones I've seen. I didn't think a stand could possess living things."

"So even for a stand user I'm abnormal..." Vita muttered sadly.

"Not quite." You said quickly. "Compared to the crazy things I've seen the past two weeks your stand isn't too bad." You paused as you through about your experiences in the woods. "Just really really freaky when you aren't expecting it." You explained, sugarcoating just how terrifying his stand could be at times.

"What did you call yours again?" Vita asked.

"Golden Soul. Don't judge me for the name, I'm not the one who came up with it." You replied. "It was kind of a placeholder that stuck."

"Does mine get a name?" Vita looked at you curiously.

"If you want it to." You shrugged. At this point all of the stands you had interacted with had names. "Did you have one in mind?"

"Yep." Vita hopped excitedly before going completely silent. You waited patiently for the boy to elaborate, but you were only met with silence. Even as the two of you arrived back at his room, Vita hadn't said anything.

"...are you going to tell me what it is?"

"Eventually." Vita smiled and gave his signature wide-eyed head tilt. You sighed, remembering who exactly you were talking to. Vita was an enigma, but that's why you liked him. As you were about to follow your friend into his room, you heard a floorboard creak down the hallway. When you turned towards the noise, you only caught a glance at Mannesh's retreating form. You turned back to Vita, curious if he had seen what you did, but the boy was already searching through his room for something. After looking off into the darkened hallway in the direction Mannesh had fled, Vita called for your attention.

"You aren't staying in those clothes." He said sternly, grabbing you by the shoulders and dragging you all the way back into his room. Before you knew what was happening, the boy threw a few clothing items at you and directed you to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. You examined the clothes hesitantly before setting them aside and taking a shower to wash the forest grime from your skin.

Vita was decently shorter and skinnier than you, however he managed to find one of his oversized hoodies and some gym shorts, which still managed to be a little snug on you.

Figuring out your sleeping arrangements for the night became a debate as soon as you finished showering. Vita insisted for you to take his bed, but you didn't want to impose on his space. During the little debacle it came to light that neither of you had experienced a sleepover before, so you weren't sure about the protocol. When you insisted on making your own bed on the floor Vita objected, claiming it was ridiculous for you to sleep on hardwood while being his guest.

That's what brought the both of you to sleeping on Vita's bedroom floor. The boy had wrapped himself in blankets and pillows, while you simply laid on the bare floor with a pillow under your head. Vita asked if you were comfortable and once again insisted you at least have a blanket before throwing one over you.

Even after saying goodnight and dozing for awhile, you could hear Vita fidgeting beside you.

"Whats up V?" You sighed, opening your eyes and turning to face the boy in the dark.

"If its not too much trouble..." Vita slowly also turned to face you. "What were your parents like?"

"What?" You muttered, not entirely sure what to make of the question. Even in the dark, you could see Vita's expression turn to panic.

"Its just- earlier in the driveway you mentioned your dad sucked. I was just... hoping to compare notes." He rambled. "If you don't want to get into it that's fine..." Vita quickly backpedaled. "Sorry, that was stupid and tactless! Forget I said anything." The boy laughed nervously before turning over on his other side to face away from you. Silence ensued. You gently poked the boy's back, getting his attention.

"Its fine." You reassured Vita calmly. "The thing is, I don't actually remember anything about him. His name isn't even on my birth certificate. As for my mom... I try not to think about it." Your expression and voice fell slightly. "My life got a lot better when she left." It was true. At this point, when you tried thinking of your biological mother's face, there was only a dark shadow. Besides, Senora Jones was your mother now.

"I see..." Vita looked at your contemplative expression curiously, but decided to leave the subject alone.

"I have a question." You said, finally breaking out of your diverging train of thought. "Did you interact with someone named Keicho Nijimura? Or maybe get shot with some kind of golden arrow?"

"What?" Vita asked with a raised eyebrow. For a moment he thought the question was some sort of joke, but after realizing your seriousness he shook his head. "No."

"Then, when did you become a stand user? Do you remember?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but..." Vita trailed off, thinking for a moment. "When my bugs were attacking you, I started feeling more energized. And when you stopped them, that energized feeling stopped." His body gave off a familiar orange glow as he unconsciously activated his ability. You watched as Harvey and Rodger crawled over Vita's blankets and into his lap. "I felt that energized feeling for the first time when I became well enough to leave the house. I didn't know how to describe it before, but Im thinking I developed my stand around then." Vita gently ran his thumb over Harvey's exoskeleton while deep in thought. "Its hard to explain, but I just sort of feel it, yaknow?"

"Yeah..." You had experienced a similar feeling firsthand. Even if you didn't per say know how Golden Soul worked, you just knew that it did. It was a similar story for Tim, you knew that. And it was probably a similar story for most stand users. "Maybe you're like me then. You might have been born a stand user."

"Like you?"

"According to some friends of mine that are also stand users, one or both of my parents were stand users, that's just how it works I guess." You turned so you were on your back again. "Maybe it's the same for you."

[purplecladmerchant]

can i hmm... can i get a zirk, an irina, a calder aaaand.. a jaina :-)

Zirk.

How I feel about this character: I like him so much it makes me look stupid. I don't think I have to explain it and if I have to you can look at hashtag zirkposting to find out I'm emotional, stupid, feel seen, horny, and funky about him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: insert here the whole cast of NADDPOD C2 Eldermourne and then also add Sol Bufo and my IRL S/O and then delete it all because he is aroace.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Fian&Henry ♡ they are in love

My unpopular opinion about this character: I'm a simple follower. A sheep. I like all the popular opinions. I'm basic. What would be unpopular for him? He's NB???? That's absolutely not unpopular ?????????

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: here is where I'd say "hope he died" but he technically did. But like. Stay dead. Bitch.

Irina

How I feel about this character: I miss her every day. She's so soft and sweet and I love her relationship with Fia T0T

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Fia. Then Fia.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: You know I think this question is wrongly made because OTP is necessarily a pairing you want to say brotp or other thing(?) Or does it mean a ship but that you want to be toxic and gross? Anyway. Zirk for post canon and post guilty post jealousy. but pre cannon I like to think Billie loved and take care of her.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I have no unpopular opinions. I have the backbone of a chocolate ecleir.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Eldermourne Two in where she travel with the third mates and Henry teaches her to navigate the Olliete. She becomes the assigned navigator so to have a reason we SHE isn't figthing/exploring in the front when is a big sorcerer.

Calder

How I feel about this character: He' so sweet. Is because the crown of dreams and his sacrifice that I said "Oh wait I actually like this show I think I'll actually listen to it" the femboy ray doesnt have effect on him. I learn to drawn big dudes for him. Fucking bigass Bara, not even Jojo made me draw big men and you did it. I love how he loves his friends. It's everything to me.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Calliope, Sol. And me, he's my boyfriend (we are dating)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Albin as in I want them to have hatesex and use Sol as a excuse to have even more feral sex. But then they hate how much they care for eachother so they have to bite(?) It's not not romantic but it's absolutely not romantic. Anyway everyone suffers emotionally go read he's not laughing anymore on ao3.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Cis. Look I have one (1) unpopular opinion and isn't even an opinion is a headcanon(?)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: to be shown as the duck team leader and I can written you an essay on why it is the culmination of his character arc. I know Callie is the protagonist but he have in him to be the team leader and it would close so well his character arc. He learns to trust himself, and to trust other people, and that leading isn't necessary to have an army and Rangers and all the things he learn, that he can lead with a soft voice and hearing and loving.

Jaina

How I feel about this character: God her dick so big. She appeared being so badly. Jailer or prissioner marked my life and I didn't even knew who she was. However I'm not SO in love with her like most people. She's silly and fun but such hard ass warrior.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:.: Moonshine, and doubling as a unpopular opinion: hardwon.

Non romantic otp: also moonshine and hardwon. Love her relationship with Kenna but what is this question it is valid to say I love how she mentors Kenna and still loves Gemma?

My unpopular opinion about this character: i can make a case to ship her with hardwon

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: come back baby (no te fajo mas) would love to see her in the Astral plane and the look on her face when Hardwon gave her the hammer. Or the tone on her voice.

Am answering this ask meme! Gimme some

[raydarts]

@badly-drawn-jojo-kitties Hi this is Mod Neko P. I do not remember your url mod plastic and idk how else to communicate I'm sorry to contact like this 😭

[cielospeaks]

meme from online here

more info:

2015: my boy severin! <3 weird little undertaker of my heart. i also love jojo so i daresay my art is both 1. finding a more "me" style and 2. improving.

2016: good art vibes continue as i discovered loid this year! also more gijinkas! the lovely and wonderful maddy, jellie, and pamela! <3

2017: this year was fun bc i wanted to draw a mokouzart every moth and for the most part succeeded. my art was wonky and bad proportions but i was having fun and thats the most important thing imo

2018: my art was still bad proportions but i was starting to get more self conscious abt it. art school does that to a guy -weary emoji face- but dont be concerned there was still a lot of heart and i was getting more into storytelling in fics. hence the kasulaeg good stuff.

2019: this was def a weird time for me artwise- somehow i wasnt satisfied with how anything looked most of the time. i think just lifewise weird stuff happened too so it was really a time of change. also my art self esteem had been damaged pretty badly from art college and mobile game fans online (you know who you are). this one of rosa and kasumi is really goated tho, probably the last time ive been really happy for and actively cheering on the c y l winners. (tho i am happy for chrom/tiki/robin/corn tbh)

2020: this year was kinda me trying to get my groove back tbh. socially stuff had happened too (in 2019) but weirdly this was a big time for self discovery for me. during the job lockdown i was able to binge d q 11 and realized how fun games and fantasy anime genre has the potential to be. and i made a new friend! this treblesal is actually a redraw but i love their faces in this the best <3

2021: this year was where i felt like my groove was finally returned. minor setback of a computer crash in january aside, i started a series of an-allegroface-a-week and it was actually really fun and satisfying. in oct there was this platonic fave month which was so much fun. <3 sevil and kisumi are one of the awesome results of it! (not the brotp but the artwork)

2022: i feel like this was such a big year bc of n w h but thats just silly. but at the same time its kinda true lol. my creative kick for aime tachi was back, along with a need to go to d l and a sense of right and wrong which had been tested over the years. sure its gotten me nothing but trouble but im still a bit glad for it. i also decided to get creative w shading and pencils, and found that thin pens work a lot better for antonio's luscious locks. and that meant a very cool trebletonio drawing for his character day! <3

2023: 2023 had a lot of good content imo, it was hard to choose just one. but its gotta be the monty one man. i spent the whole year working on it no joke. more weird stuff happened last year but i do think i made steps to improving at art. that being said i have more unfinished artworks than schubert has unfinished symphonies (thats not saying much. he has one.)

2024: this year is only halfway done and so far ive drawn some things(tm). but i had to give it to mokouzart, i love these little freaks so much. notably this year ive started drawing the shines in characters' eyes? i like drawing them w the quote unquote dead eyes but its nice trying this too.

[crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer]

In my defense, I am technically not a digital artist, so this does count as me drawing "poorly". //bricked

@thatlittledandere said: OH YEAH BABY

I accidentally failed at drawing Yosuke shitty and by the time I realized my error in judgment it was too late to back out, so uh... enjoy the art? uwu I swear it only looks like I tried harder than I did. ^^'

@auniverseforgotten said: LMAOOOO YOU CAN TRY

"make it shittier" you said

BAM! *GENRE BENDS YOUR ICON* MWAH!! O3O

And then I drew you a bonus at the end to make up for the fact that I maybe failed the assignment~ <3

@deuterium51614 said: I volunteer!

I attempted to capture that sweet "feral gremlin excitedly about to educate you on a thing you have no prior knowledge of" energy. XD

@deermortuary

I made you a CREACHUR <3

@sleepyzenpanda said: I’d love it if you could do mine!

Maybe my brain just isn't understanding what "poorly" means asdhklf but anyway I stared at what I created and I think I drew your icon going "did I fucking stutter?" and honestly I dig that vibe, so hopefully you do too~ =D

@shadowmellow

BLUE!!!! I have no idea what this glowing blue nightlight's hair is doing, so I chose to have fun with it (aka: slapping colors on the screen where it felt right)~ Please enjoy the Essence of Angra Mainyu <3

@floweryuu said: *sticks leg up in the air*

I have never drawn a JoJo before, so this was a fun new experience. I left the face blank because I thought the expression was funnier that way~ XD

@koolkitty9 said: You can do mine if you want

I rolled with whatever vibes Yumoto was putting out... and evidently those vibes were "I am the king. Obey me." o.o But that hand is an abomination and I pretend I do not see it asdhklf

In conclusion:

I was so focused on what I could do that I forgot to stop and ask myself if that was what I should do. Drawing badly on purpose is an art form that I apparently have no control over, but for me drawing "badly" means not obsessing over perfection or mistakes SO I CONSIDER THIS AS A SUCCESS!! Thank you all for participating~ <3

I'm finally getting around to stealing this idea from @thatlittledandere so leave a reply or reblog (whichever you prefer) and I will make this a shitty MS Paint meme. I will tag the tributes participants when I post the completed chart. I don't have that many active followers/mutuals, but depending on how many people are interested I may do more than one of these~ uwu

[badlydrawnk4kyoin]

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[badlydrawnvanillaice]

Vanilla Of The Day

[monthlycourtofthecrimsonking]

[notreallydailykoichi]

Therapist: Rohan OVA Koichi isn't real. He can't hurt you

Rohan OVA Koichi:

[notsodailydoppio2]

welcome fellow gamers to my minecraft ch