#hazamada toshikazu x reader

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TOSHIKAZU HAZAMADA HEADCANONS

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Kinda x reader , relationship headcanons

(Uhh tw for toxicity and also somehow spoilers for Madoka Magica .. )

Hazamada is VERYYY selfish, like hellishly selfish and when he's in love he's obsessed but not like cute obsessed, it's a gross freaky kinda obsessed like... Oh.. Toshi.. that's not..

Like a stalker

He IS a stalker

Very awful communication issues, does not know how to talk about his feelings at all and probably won't try because he feels it would be embarrassing to do

"Sour little boy with a fragile masculinity."

"Can’t process my feelings, Made ’em circle the drain, So tonight I’m gonna ruin your life."

"Too proud to show I'm hurtin', push it on you till you're burnin', That's the only thing that I know how to do."

"You may be the bigger person but I'm louder, I'll do everything to hurt you in my power."

"Just because you're confident I think your shallow."

THATS HIM, THATS HAZAMADA 

Incrediblely insecure but also narcissistic but also, in small moments of weakness, he's very VERY needy

"I don't need you, YOU need me."

But also internally like "SHSJS PLEASE DONT LEAAAVEE NEVER LEAVE ME PLEASSEE IM NOTHING WITHOUT YOUUUUU" + pathetic sobbing

Has a very hard time saying "I love you."

If his partner says it first it's a little easier but his response will always be

"that's nice" "love you too" "that's sweet" "I love me too"

Don't ever bring up the fact he never says "I love you" or "I love you too"

He does love his partner, they should know that! He shouldn't have to verbally say it.. they should just know.

Will throw a tantrum if his partner doesn't say I love you back/too and mostly will never say it first ever again

Probably only ever says it jokingly like

"I love you but.."

"I love you so much for this"

"I will love you forever if you.."

Probably has his own way of saying I love you

Genuinely feels like this partner is the only good thing to happen to him, an angel, a blessing

Crazy take don't kill me for this but Hazamada would definitely do something insanely drastic if his partner broke up with him

He's either killing himself or YOU /half joking

Starts shit the minute he's not getting attention and NEEDS to be the dominant one in the relationship

Y'all know the part (SPOILERS FOR MADOKA MAGICA)

where Homura becomes a devil and pulls Madoka out of godhood to be with her??? That the lengths Hazamada would go to for his lover but it's not like Madoka and Homura

IMO

Homura did that because she loved Madoka and couldn't live without her, it was an act of desperation and obsession because she essentially drove herself to madness trying to protect her y'know like "Please don't leave me!"

If that was Hazamada it wouldn't have been an act of desperation(well it WOULD be but it wouldn't be like Homura), it would be something selfish, a possessive, violent kind of selfishness like "they're mine and mine alone, they aren't allowed to leave"

Horuma broke herself trying to stay by madokas side

Hazamada was already broken and in turn probably wants to break his partner too

Definitely has a weird sorta corruption thing going on with him..

"If we become one monster, together we can always be blue."

Hey Bunny By Baby Bugs

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[princelylove]

Creep yanderes that just won't. stop. messaging you.

They just don't let up. Message after message after message of utter nonsense- it used to make sense. In the beginning, it was just double texting. Texts asking what you're doing, if you want to play a game with them, when's the next time you two can do something together, hey look an instagram reel or tiktok about some running joke you have together, or a funny tweet.

When you keep rejecting them, maybe even non intentionally, they start to get more passive aggressive. Why don't you ever want to talk to them anymore? Why are you acting this way? Did they do something, are you mad at them?

It's kind of insane how the same person can send a bunch of heart emojis and a "I fucking hate you you're a stupid whore" message in the same day. It's pure delusion. Your lack of a response allows them to project whatever thoughts they want to- if they're insecure, you obviously hate them and they're not enough and you should just block them already. If they tend to project, you're such a dumb whore that can't get somebody's dick out of your mouth for five seconds to answer them. It depends on the individual.

This concept reminds me of Pesci, Pesci, Pesci. He's worse than Ghiaccio. At least Ghiaccio has a sense of pride and boundaries- Pesci is about thiiis close from snapping on the daily and flat out killing his darling in a moment of passion.

He gets insecure fast. Well, "getting" insecure suggests that he was ever secure. Pesci is constantly comparing himself to the people he's closest to- Prosciutto, mainly. He misses the point of Prosciutto's philosophy entirely because he's fixated on what Prosciutto is to him instead of what he actually is.

Pesci is very pathetic. No matter what he does, he'll never be Prosciutto. He's just not the same kind of man. Not the type man to not fret about getting a text back, not the type of man to love his own reflection and check himself out every time he passes something shiny, not the type of man to just do what he wants and worry about consequences later, or never.

He's not really a texter- he's more of a an 'in your face, exhibiting worrying behaviors' type of nice guy. He psychs himself up to actually show up at your apartment but worries all the way up the stairs. Pesci is in a constant state of distress until he manages to shift his mindset. It's like a switch. A switch that's hard to break out of once he's in.

A mindset that doesn't mind breaking your front door, because mafiosi take what they want.

Not to mention someone like Hazamada. It's too obvious to be enjoyable, isn't it? He fantasizes about raping his classmate but he's too much of a pussy to do it, he gets into heated arguments about his favorite idols and anime in canon (if I'm remembering correctly, I don't pay attention to short 'men' often). He has the set up for this specific type of creep. It's a shame he's such a coward about it. And everything else.

Not on the phone, though. Or online in general. The beauty of going on anon, you can send whatever you want and never have to see the consequences for it. Not man enough to flat out tell you he's interested, not man enough to confront you about your "other" boyfriends, he's not even man enough to defend his own interests under his own name. None of his accounts have anything personal tied to it, he'll even use an alternate email to sign up.

He'll just keep buying burner phones to text you when he needs to get something off of his chest. Your outfit looked great today. He knows it's a uniform, but the way you wear it is adorable. He hates your friends. They're ditzy bimbos that are ruining you by association. Why don't you watch anything he likes? Your interests are trash, you should check out peak for once.

Josuke is a serial text spammer, but he doesn't quite fall into the 'nice guy' territory. He doesn't blame you for anything, but he does not respect your do not disturb, so it's yes and no.

It's debatable. Josuke doesn't say things that could be taken as insults, he'd never go for you personally when he's pissed off, but he's known to be a little passive aggressive in person. His texts are seemingly innocent enough- memes, tiktoks, asking what you're doing later, telling you he misses you, sending you something he thinks you'd like, picture of what he's doing, picture of something that was deep in his camera roll that he 'forgot' to send you a while ago. He hits your interrupt do not disturb button as a joke.

Heeey, it's super serious. It deserves to interrupt your whatever-you're-doing. Look, it's a fat baby animal. What are you doing, again? Why's your location off? You okay?

[funkii-fox]

Drider! Hazmada x Miner! Reader- Rose of Flesh and Blood

For Halloween 👻 loosely inspired by a Drider! Chrollo x reader fic by ramwrites (i forgot what she changed her name to but ik she changed her name. I keep forgetting bc she will always be ramwrites to me)

Also!!! I already drew drider Hazamada about a year ago; i LOVE the concept but no one cares!! hazamada is a spider to me!!! Please look at it so u can know what I’m describing!

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It’s hard work in the mines. Hours upon hours of you and your coworkers smashing precious rock with only rusty iron hammers and pickaxes. A new dribble of sweat slides down your forehead with every echoing clang of metal on rock, only to be wiped away by the back of your debris-covered glove. Heavy breathing of you and your fellow miners bounces off the walls of the cave, sometimes giving the illusion that there’s something else breathing in the darkness. There are often odd noises that sound as if something is tapping on the rocks of the deepest parts of the cave. A faint tap tap tap that you barely pick up in the cacophony of heavy breathing and rock smashing. All of your coworkers are seasoned miners, and they tell you not to worry. “Probably just some critters or the Earth’s breathing. Rocks and stuff settling, ya know?” one of them answered, “‘though, no one really knows. We just know that whatever it is, it’s not gonna kill us.” This answer does not comfort you, but there’s no reason to press the issue. Whatever it is won’t kill us, right?

The only lights in the place are the two lanterns for the entire group that cast everyone and everything in an orange glow. The aged wooden structures of the mine bathed in sickly pale orange, contrasting the deep sienna brown of the cave rock. Dramatic shadows dance about chaotically due to the flicker of the lantern’s flame. Sometimes in the corner of your eye, you see a shadow among the shadows that stands out. It’s a long, thin black void inside the already dark shadows. This shadow moves too calmly, if at all, as if it was made by an intelligent creature that doesn’t want to be caught. Just as you turn your head to confirm your suspicions, it’s gone, as if it never existed. Even as you frantically point the lantern in the direction, there’s nothing to see but normal cave. Like it was just a trick of the light or your own sleep deprived imagination, but you know it wasn’t. You know there’s something in the shadows, but it won’t kill you, right?

You desperately wish to quit this job; no amount of money can compensate for the awful time in the mines. It takes such a toll on your body; shoulders and arms feel like they’ll slough off after every day. The energy spent on mining will never be replenished in only the few hours of nightly rest allowed; After what feels like 3 minutes of letting yourself relax, the sun’s already up and it’s time to go back in the mines. There is always the looming threat of a sudden disaster such as collapsing walls or miasma; as well as the thing that lurks in the shadows. Even if it won’t kill you, it’s still disturbing. All of these grievances are pushed to the back of your mind, because you need money to make ends meet and the last option available had to be the mines.

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It’s a chilly, overcast day outside. This type of weather always makes you tired and depressed, but there’s no time off to waste the day in bed. You stand and stare at the place, thinking. Today was the dreaded day that you would be introduced to the deeper parts of the mine. There had been a naturally occurring cave discovered somewhere along the path. It was being explored by cartographers, knights, and special miners as your crew excavated resources from the shallows of the mine. Walking into the mine with a small selection of your coworkers, a gut feeling tells you to turn back; You can’t just do that, so you just try to brush it off as you enter the maw. “It’s been scouted by the king’s knights! We’ll be fine, surely…” you try to comfort yourself, but it doesn’t quite get rid of the unease in your gut.

After you pass the familiar areas, it seems like the same environment loops for forever. Barely stable wooden beams support the cave in evenly spaced intervals that disrupt the dark brown rock. Never ending footsteps and clinking of gear overshadow the soft groaning of the walls. The shadows seem to get impossibly darker and darker the further you go; they encroach upon you and your group, like a wolf waiting to pounce on a rabbit. There’s nowhere to hide from this crushing environment, no way to just stop and breathe: just keep going forward until you get there. After that, go through the same hell while getting back. And everyday after that, you will go through this hell. Over and over and over and over again until you eventually die in a cave accident.

Some change in the environment pulls you away from your deprecating thoughts; it has become dead quiet. The only sounds are your footsteps and ruffling of gear. The ominous cave sounds were eerie, but it’s even worse without the ambience. Caves should sound odd, shouldn’t they? It doesn’t even echo, now that you think about it. It makes you shiver. You’re about to mention it when something sparkly catches your eye.

webs.

Centimeters thick, shiny silver webs line the walls. It was a few strings here and there at first, but soon the walls are encased in webs so much that you can’t see the rock behind it. No spider you know can have such thick webs; this has to be from a drider. “What?! No one ever said anything about driders…” the leader of the group said with a halt to his steps, “we’re not even close to where we need to be!” “Maybe she came before we got here, but after they explored,” your coworker chimes in. “That, or we’re lost. Seems more like we’re lost, since I don’t know how a single drider species that could cover so much ground in such a short amount of time,” the leader adds while analyzing the map again, trying to figure out where they are. No matter how much he looks though, he can’t find out where they took a wrong turn. “I thought there were just going to be a few webs, but this is clearly the wrong way. We’re basically walking right into the beast’s mouth,” he adds.

While your coworkers try to figure out a new plan, you’re freaking out on the inside. Drider: that’s what you saw in the shadows. It makes sense. You think back at all the times you saw her slender legs accidentally get into view of the lantern’s light. Thin limbs tap tapping on the rock of the hidden parts of the cave as she crawled. She disappeared so quickly because she’s a fast and agile creature that can crawl with enough grace to not break a web; she could kill us all in a second, if we don’t hurry out of here. On cue, a pebble falls from the ceiling and makes a small tap as it hits the floor right in front of your boots. Against your best judgment, you carefully look up and thats when you lay eyes on it.

Speak of the devil: A few lean, black legs curl out of view of the lantern’s light, a faint, sickening tap tap as it settles in a new position on the rock. All composure leaves you through a shriek that echoes off the walls of the cave, probably all the way back to the entrance. Your coworkers are immediately alerted. “Y/n!!!! What’s wrong!?” The leader comes towards you and holds you by the shoulders in an attempt to comfort you, but all you can do is raise a shaky finger and point towards the ceiling. The other coworker, holding the lantern, holds it up to reveal the monster. Both of them gasp when they see it.

He- you noticed he’s a male due to the lack of breasts- is scrunched up in a crevasse overhead. It’s not well lit because the lantern’s light doesn’t go too far above, but pale exoskeleton is the first thing you see. This platinum white fades into orange, brown, and eventually black at the very tips of the body. Spikes litter the dorsal sides of his body; three long, symmetrical white spikes poke out of his spindly black hair. His face scrunches up due to the radiant light shining in his two main eyes and the six smaller ones; it was so blinding that one of his four hands went up to shield his eyes.

You’ve seen enough. You jolt the way you’ve come from, even out of the range of the light. The other two quickly follow, allowing you to see where you’re going. Quick succession of tap tapping on rock and the clacking of his exoskeleton above as he hunts your group. Your lungs burn because of inhaled debris, all the mucous in your throat and mouth dry. Legs throb from the over exertion and feel like they might buckle beneath you. Despite all, you don’t dare slow down or stop in fear of becoming drider meal, but when you hear a scream behind you you’re forced to.

The leader has been grabbed by the drider. He howls and squirms, but it’s no match for the monster’s hold. Thinking quickly, you raise your pickaxe to rip the beast off of your leader, but the creature grabs and throws it with one of his many arms, a clang as it lands on the floor. Before you can even try to look for it, the creature drags him into the darkness above. His lower legs and shoes are still in the lantern’s light, kicking back and forth for any type of advantage. Blood curdling shrieks echo throughout the cave. Suddenly, all noises cease; his howling replaced by the sickening sound of flesh being ripped off. The pungent odor of iron fills the area. Your heart sinks as he goes limp, blood menacingly slides down his body and taps onto the floor below. Snapping out of your shocked daze, you grab your only remaining coworker by the shoulder and sprint away. You tremble and try to rid yourself of the guilt of not being able to help the leader; “it couldn’t be helped,” you repeat to yourself. It doesn’t soothe the pang in your heart every time you replay the scene in your mind, but there’s no time to sulk; we need to get out of here.

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Eventually, you two find yourselves far away enough from the drider to be able to catch your breaths. It doesn’t seem like he followed as there was no tapping, and hopefully he was satisfied with having only the leader as a meal. You become disgusted with yourself that you thought that, but it is genuine; hopefully you and your other coworker will come out fine. “It couldn’t be helped,” you repeat to yourself. In order for you to not end up like him, for his sacrifice to not be in vain, you will not let your guard down; your coworker routinely raises the lantern to see if the drider is there.

These caves are long and convoluted, and neither of you have a clue which way to go. The map got lost in the process; either the leader still had it in his hand as he was eaten, or it’s on the floor back at the area where the drider was. Either way, you’re not going back to get it. We could get through without it, right? “Eventually, we will run out of places we’ve been to, right?” Your coworker asks, and all you can do is nod and hope God is merciful. While wandering aimlessly and foolishly hoping the exit will just magically appear in front of you, you realize there’s probably a female somewhere around here. That would explain why there’s so many webs and how they got there so fast; they made a nest together. The male is plenty giant compared to a human, you can only imagine what his mate looks like. Not just that, but you imagine the female is hungry and filled with fertilized eggs. The thought of a hundred baby driders makes you shudder.

It was looking like you would be set free; maybe God did hear your prayers this time. Webs had thinned out and the ambience, though eerie, returned. You smiled with relief, “finally! It must be over!” You started to walk a little faster with a cute pep in your step, eager to get back home and never step foot in a mine ever again. “I’m definitely quitting after this,” you joke to your coworker, and you share a hearty laugh with him. “Ay, cheers!” He says, pretending to clink a beer with you. Things are looking up. The leader’s death will not be in vain; we will get out! You confidently take a left turn at a forked path, swearing that it looked familiar, and that’s when your heart sinks, dreams shattered:

walls caked in webs.

Your coworker stands there, trying to deny it, yet it’s staring him right in the eyes. “We’ve just gone in a giant circle,” you say with a pathetic tremble to your voice. Your lips quiver and the overwhelming urge to sob your eyes out overcomes you. Dropping to your knees, you pray to God to lead the way out. The two of you probably should’ve asked for God’s help sooner, but it’s better late than never. The drider and/or his mate are probably close, neither of you know where you’re going, the candle fuel is running out, neither of you have any supplies because they were abandoned in the mess, you already violently lost a friend, and you’re back at square one. Your coworker lets you pray and sob quietly while he tries to think of a way out. He has more experience, surely he can figure something out. Carefully walking towards you, he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, we can look for the map now, at least.” You look up at him with weeping eyes, and he smiles, trying to lighten the mood. “We aren’t completely hopeless. We must trust in God’s plan,” he reassures. You nod and get on your feet, too overwhelmed to speak. Once you’ve gotten yourself together, your coworker dips the lantern down to the floor, and there’s a trail of blood soaked webs that leads deeper in the cave. Hopefully, it will even lead to the map. Hopefully it is God’s plan. Hopefully your prayers will be heard.

Hopefully.

Eventually, a familiar clang of metal and rock hits your ears. It’s faint at first, but as you go on it gets louder. You thought that it was the other miners near the entrance; somehow your wandering had lead you there. You look at your coworker, and he smiles gently. Maybe our prayers were heard. Maybe it was God’s plan. You’re still a little skeptical, how would you have gotten to the entrance? Could there be a secret passage that you didn’t know about? Eventually, a rusty iron pickaxe swings into view, then into the darkness with another clang. Both you and your coworker are amazed, and run towards it with relief... yet something is amiss.

It’s the leader… he’s mining away at rock that’s been exposed via torn webs. But something is off… did he not die back there? Why would he not turn around? Surely, he’s heard you two walking over and seen the light of the lantern. Not just that, why is he mining? Shouldn’t he be focused on getting out? How is he mining without light? I guess you could blindly hit the wall, but it would seem very useless. Why is he mining in such an odd way? Like every downstroke tugs his arms.

That’s when you notice small glimmers around him that shine with every movement he makes. Strings relax with every downstroke of the pickaxe, and straighten out with every lift of his arms. It’s not him moving himself; it’s the gravity of his arms falling and the drider puppeteering his body like a damned doll that creates the movement.

You both come to this conclusion too late. Your leader falls backwards onto the floor with a loud thud, clearly dead. His face is just barely in the lantern’s light, harsh shadows paint his face: smeared blood obscures his true skin color, eyes locked wide in horror, jaw slack with tongue lolling out of his mouth. Both of you shriek and scramble off.

Excessive tapping from above imply the drider is in hot pursuit. You try to keep your composure, “we’ll get through this. We have to.” It’s all shattered when your coworker yelps from getting yanked back violently, the lantern falling and the small flame vanishing in the process. The room went pitch black immediately. Panic sets in as you have no idea where to run. You feel so hopeless, yet in an attempt to survive, you reach your hands out to find the walls, but the cave is too wide to find it easily. “Finally,” the drider speaks for the first time as he crawls towards you, menacing tapping getting closer and closer. His 8 glowing golden eyes pierce your soul. You run in the opposite direction, yet to no avail as you run straight into the sticky webbed wall. “That light was blinding me,” he says, his voice right behind you, breath tickling your neck. You yelp as you feel his arms wrap around your torso. “Humans really can’t see anything in the dark, huh? You’re running around like a mouse in a field.” You can hear a smile in his quiet, breathy voice, as if he was making a little joke. You feel yourself being lifted into the air, primal terror filling you. “NOOO. PLEASE DON’T!” You don’t even know what to do but squirm in his hard, cold arms. His lower set of hands grab onto your calves and upper set of hands grab onto your upper arms. His pedipalps hold onto your hips to support your body, and now you’re thoroughly trapped. “Calm down,” He tells you in an unamused tone as he crawls onto the ceiling, turning you upside down in the process. You shout for God, your coworker, the leader, your mom, anyone to save you, but nothing happens.

“He’s out cold. No one’s here but you and me,” he says sadistically. Dread sets in and you cry hysterically while babbling teared laced nonsense. You’re trapped, and you always have been the second you stepped in the cave today. When you walked into the mine for the first time. When you agreed to become a miner. You were better off being a chancre ridden whore on the street and selling your hair. You wish you did; then you wouldn’t be this drider’s dinner. At least you would be able to see your family and friends one last time.

A slow, painful death of driders biting into you until you lose enough blood to pass out and die. You think about the smell of blood earlier when the leader died, and how it would tenfold when you get eaten. The sound of ripping of flesh from your bones and disgusting squelching as they chew their meal. You’ll die like a dog, just like the leader. The thought makes you release an ear piercing screech, and that’s when the drider has had enough. He bites your neck and holds you still as you try to squirm away one last time. You feel hot, burning venom enter your bloodstream through your jugular vein. This hot venom goes straight to your heart, blossoms into your lungs, and blooms throughout your body. Immediately, you physically can’t move anymore, and your thoughts drift off from you. The reason for fighting fades away and you accept this fate. “At least I’ll be at peace,” is your last coherent thought. You still try to think, but it’s all word salad of all the various grievances of working at this Godforsaken place. Something along the lines of “work, sleep, money, rest.” Your mind goes completely hazy, and everything slips away. At least you’re at peace now.

But you’re not at peace. That wasn’t the end.

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Your eyes snap open and heart races when you hear a loud wail of pain. The first thing you notice is that there are light sources; straight lavender lines and yellow dots move around in the dark while mint green curves stay stagnant. It was beautiful, but didn’t make much sense to you until your memory came back to you; his eyes were yellow. You can see his full body due to bioluminescence; the skin below his exoskeleton glows lavender while strands of webs around the room have a soft, low green glow. Things near the light sources are visible; you can finally look at his face clearly. In your dazed state, your thoughts wandered a bit. “His face would be a handsome face if only it belonged to a human rather than a beast.” Then you noticed what he’s looking at; a soft purple glow is casted on your poor coworker. He’s stuck to the wall, and that’s when you’re hit with the reality of what’s happening.

Your coworker had blood streaming down his face, the color looking more like black in the green and purple light. The drider is mumbling something incomprehensible, perhaps something in his language. Whatever it is, it sounds very upset. This is reinforced when he lifts a clawed hand and shoves two fingers in his left eye and rips it out, a grotesque noise of his muscle fibers being snapped. He shrieks again as adrenaline courses through your veins. The odor of iron hits your nose and it makes you want to vomit. A million questions run amok in your mind. “What’s he doing? Don’t driders simply eat their prey? Why is he torturing him? Where is his mate? Did we upset him and his mate? Is the same thing going to happen to me?”

You start to tremble as the scene unfolds; you can’t just sit here and watch your coworker get tortured, but what else can you do? Getting antsy, you just need to do something other than sit and wait to die. “Well, if he’s already going to kill me after him, there’s no point in trying to preserve myself,” you think with adrenaline poisoning your blood. The decision is final; you will go attack the monster with your bare hands. At the very least you tried to save your coworker and yourself, even if the odds against you are high.

You get up, and immediately, his glowing eyes dart over to you. There’s a pause: both sides waiting for the other to strike. “Oh? Do you think you can run away?” The drider spits metaphorical venom at you with a smile, “you’re deep in my den, there’s no way you can escape. You humans can’t see anything in mild darkness. Even if you could run fast enough to evade me, I can feel your heavy human footsteps on my webs. You’re helpless; now sit down and behave while I prepare dinner.” You stay standing for a while, trying to calculate your next move. He turns back to his task of mauling your coworker alive. There’s no way to sneak around him or anything because of the webs; the only thing you can do is charge right at him.

You run at him as fast as possible with your fists poised for a blow to his face. “Leave him alone, you hellish monster!” You yell. Obviously, he dodges easily, but you anticipated than and corrected your aim and go for his face again and manage to land a blow on his nose, the part of his face that stuck out the most. His eyes went wide, but it was a more out of surprise rather than pain. It hurt you a lot more than him, and it was obvious. It felt like you punched a wall! You cradled your wounded hand in the good one; oh, how you regretted that. He was looking quite amused at you. “Did you know that driders have hard outer skin? It’s the drider equivalent of bones,” he said very sarcastically. You backed off a little, trying to think of a way out of this. He also went back to his task at hand; clearly, you’re no threat. The throbbing ache in your hand was getting deeper and deeper, so much so that you hissed through your teeth to alleviate the pain. He must’ve misinterpreted the hiss though, because he didn’t miss a beat in punching you in the face, hard. Blood that isn’t your own splatter all over you, a little bit even falling into your mouth giving a strong irony taste. You immediately fell to the ground. In the back of your mind you worried that you would get brain damage from the blow, but thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, the web below somewhat cushioned your fall.

The drider was forced to let go of your coworker and grab you fully, his bloody, slimy hands practically clawing into your shoulders. In your pain-dazed state, you think back to how the leader grabbed you by the shoulders earlier. How gentle his hold was in addition to his concerned expression and voice, a stark contrast to the drider literally breaking both of your humeri bones. The searing pain in your arms snaps you back to the present, and you writhe like a pathetic worm. His body towering over your small form, stringy long hair falling on your face. All his eyes narrowed in anger. “I don’t think you understand,” he practically hisses while showing his fangs, which also glowed yellow, “I do all the work. I hunt, I prepare food, I protect us. Your only job is to be obedient. Your only job is to serve me. You belong to me now.” You’re not listening to him: mostly focusing on the unbearable pain in your arms and how you’re probably going to die. He picks you up by the broken arms, the aching now feeling like you’re being burnt alive. You can’t help but groan and weakly struggle. “Now, I don’t feel like preparing food anymore. You’re going to starve. Have fun.” You barely process his words. He takes you to another room and weaves you into the floor; limbs hooked under the web below. With no more energy left inside you, you accept your fate. The last thing you see before closing your eyes is his handsome drider face staring daggers into you. “Maybe you’ll behave when you wake up,” is the last thing you hear before your consciousness drifts away.

⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇

Tbh i hate this ending but we roll with the punches

[a-998h]

Pretty Puppet

Oh, my sweet little puppet boy, you're hair has gotten more shiny and it looks softer. I'm glad you're better mannered than that bitch Junko. I'm so tempted to use Surface to make you come to me, or maybe I can have Rohan write something like, " Y/N L/N will love Toshikazu Hazamada forever"! That would be a dream, but Rohan doesn't like me so that won't work. The thought of puppeting you with Surface is amazing, having the ability to make you do anything I want and you can't do anything about it!

It's been months, and you still won't look my way! Whenever those girls and boys look at you, give you those love letters, and try to talk to you I want to rip them apart! I've already used Surface on some of them, but i know that would hurt your bleeding heart. Josuke and Koichi are keeping you at arms length from me, and it makes me regret not killing them. But not worry my pretty puppet, we'll be together soon.

I'll keep up the face of being reformed, no longer trying to kill or hurt anyone. Maybe, those clowns will let me near you. The pictures I take don't do you justice, I want to see you up close.

Asking you out as a friend, that's the only way I'll get Josuke and Koichi away from you long enough so I can see you up close.

"Do you want to go to a cafe later?" I asked.

You said yes, and promised to meet me at the school gates. You make it hard for me to focus in class, you're just so perfect. I know your favorite foods and drinks, only cause you're so predictable.

The Cafe was perfect, seeing your smile up close is sweet. I wish I could take a picture, but you would find that "creepy". I could touch your cheeks, you're so close to me. Your hair must be so soft. Your chest if perfect, you're now my idol. I want to have you touch Surface, then I can puppet you to go out with me, but, I can't in public. I asked if you wanted to go with me again, but you said no.

You dare to say no to me! I'm the only one good enough for you but you reject me. Calm down Hazamada, you can't risk scaring Y/N away by losing your shit. When you walk away, I want to grab you and pull you back but people are watching.

Weeks have gone by, and now I've made up my mind. I'm thankful you're an idiot with your windows. I slip inside, my stand following me. Once I make you touch Surface, my powers work and I make you pack up some stuff so I can take you home. Surface has also kept you quiet.

"Come on my love, let's go home," I tell you.

You look so cute, even more now that you're my pretty puppet.

[iggysolosgoku]

Get to know me

Name: Johnny

Age: 19

Requests are open!

Wattpad: IGGYSOLOSGOKU

TikTok: Hxhandjjbafan

Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon

Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands

Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly

Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader

Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world

Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine

Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)

Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna

Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura

Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio

Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci

Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)

Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet

Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira

Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru

I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow

[junejoestar]

hey there! A fellow blogger directed me to you w this request, but if you dont feel comfortable i understand completely! Essentially just ur hc's on narancia and hazamada having a mommy kink w their gf, i could b seeing things but like...i see it LOL

Of course! I have the same headcanon regarding Narancias dead mother. Here’s just them telling their girlfriend and then maybe some nsfw? (All characters are aged up to 18 in this, despite whatever canon would prevent it. Like death.)

Narancia

Mista had walked up to with Narancia following him from behind, he was desperately trying to get Mista to stop whatever he was about to do.

Mista told you about Narancias kink and Narancia flushed pink, obviously mad.

Although it was a simple turn on, nothing weird it obviously embarrassed him.

You talked to Narancia about it and you said if he really wanted to you would be willing to let him call you mommy in the bedroom, Narancia smiled a bit that you didn’t think it was weird of him.

The next time you guys have sex Narancia is a lot more whiny, he pulls down your shorts and panties with his teeth and does his best to make you cum with his tongue. Maybe even gets pussy juice all over his face. He’s definitely messy with it.

Hazamada

Probably is straight up with wanting to call you mommy. He also mentions he’d like to be degraded w some restraints

You can expect him to be eager to rub himself against you while under your grasp. Practically begs you to let him touch you. He isn’t one to make a lot of noise in bed but his breathing is heavy. He does whatever he can to leave marks on you.

He would appreciate it if you left some hickies on him, just so he feels better than Josuke.

[toxiic-wastee]

Close friend here to request a story! 💗

Can I get a fic of Hazamada or Tanaka-Kun?

Well, I’d actually prefer headcanons, can I get those? 😂

Watch your six revenant ‼️

(I recommend checking out anthonys hcs for Haza tho, would add a link but im blocked ;-;)

Hazamada Toshikazu; what he looks for in an s/o

Hazamada would love an S/O who didn’t watch a lot of anime or read a lot of manga actually. He wants an S/O is barely getting into that sort of stuff

Mainly so he can recommend a bunch of manga and anime to them and watch their reactions when something exciting happens in the story. He loves seeing their reactions, it makes him feel like he’s re-experiencing them for the first time all over again.

Hazamada surprisingly doesn’t care for Japan’s beauty standards. Specifically the having to have pale skin to be pretty. He adores dark skin or tans.

He also doesn’t care for weight or height. Same with breast size, he may be a perv but that shit isn’t really what peaks his interest.

Madds kinda really fucking likes an S/O with a temper. An S/O who will yell at him when mad (in a healthy way) and even go as far to insult him. When its appropriate. If his s/o is rude for no reason it pisses him off. He prefers it when its just Haza being a bitch or if you/his S/O insults him for laughs.

Hazamada wants a tall S/O, or somebody his height. Having a tall S/O would genuinely be something he’d enjoy, sure it’s nice to be able to call his S/O short but having a tall S/O who hugs and kisses him would make him so flustered.

Not to say having a shorter s/o who has to look up to see him wouldnt make him just as nervous and blushy!

If he did have a short s/o they’d have to be hella tiny. they’d have to look up at him and he’d be the bigger one, just holding his shorter and smaller s/o in his arms makes him feel wayyy too powerful

Okay bored now bye

[some-dumb-x-reader-blog]

Heyyo, my name is Tooth, and I’m a trans guy. I’ve noticed that most x reader blogs are fem or fem coded, and sometimes that spikes my dysphoria. I’m new to writing, so if you have any tips send them over. I do male and gn readers only, I’ll write neo-pronouns, he/him, they/them, it/its, whatever. I’m not polyamorus, so if you as me to writ that then it’ll probably suck shit, but if you are polyamorus you are beautiful amazing and I love you. I like minor characters, so please request some of those. I will write yandere, but this is not a yandere blog no nsfw.

JJBA

Almost any character parts 1-5 if a certain character makes me uncomfortable I’ll let you know.

Jolyne

Ermes

F.F. (Maybe)

BNHA

Any villian, again, I’ll let you know if they make me uncomfy

Vlad King

NO HAWKS HE MAKES ME EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE, AND I DO NOT LIKE HIM

MARVEL

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl

Deadpool (platonic for now I hc him as Demi)

Loki (will be genderfluid unless requested otherwise)

Star Wars

Anyone is fine

Please be specific.

[sister-lucifer]

okay you know what other minor jojo villain needs tons more love??

TOSHIKAZU HAZAMADA.

like just. look at him. his stand can not only copy people but can control their movements as well. HE LITERALLY COULDVE WON IT ALL IF HE WASNT A STUPID TEEN BOY WITH SHITTY PRIORITIES😭😭

HE DEADASS ALMOST KILLED HIS OWN STAND BC IT WAS GETTING MORE GIRLS DISGUISED AS JOSUKE THAN HAZAMADA COULD EVER DREAM OF

he’s also canonically a Weird Little Creepo which is my favorite type of character personally

[btch3sluvme]

Im sorry strawberry boy but bratty bitchy whiny little trashy boyo is my new husband 😅😮‍💨😓

[soupbabe]

Hi hi can I request Hazamada and anyone else you feel like writing for with a s/o who's stand can copy other stand abilities? Thank you for your time!

Hazamada with an S/o who can copy other stand abilities

Can't write Hazamada without some Hazamada slander it's what's needed in the world 😌

- Hazamada prided himself on his stand, definitely thought he had a special kind of stand until he met you

- Which is similar to his copycat ability, but with more substance

- So for a long time he hated you out of jealousy

- That's until you started giving him attention

- He'd definitely want to see you show off your stand a lot

- Hazamada encourages you to use your stand to mess around with people like Josuke and Rohan most of all

- Hazamada definitely brags about you to said characters, gloating about how cool and strong his partner is

- I can see Reader messing with Hazamada equally as much

- Imagine copying Surface so Hazamada finally takes care of himself like brushing his hair or washing his face /hj

- He'd act so bothered by it, but regardless he somewhat appreciates the sentiment behind it

- Even if he's stubborn as all hell, it's nice knowing that you want him to take care of himself

[randoimago]

Kat, can I request Diavolo, Josuke, Hazamada and Fugo with gambler S/O?

Having a Gambler S/O

FANDOM: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Diavolo, Josuke Higashikata, Toshikazu Hazamada, Pannacotta Fugo 

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Considering gambling is illegal in japan, this is going to be fun for Josuke and Hazamada xD

Diavolo

Doesn’t see the appeal in gambling unless your life is on the line. I mean really, is it the thrill? The money? He can easily get you both of those things should you ask.

Although it is good to be able to lay low at times and if yours is hiding out at a casino then at least you have that for you.

I can see Diavolo being really into the types of games that would be at a casino, but he wouldn’t put money on the line. If anything, he’d do a whole “If you win, good job. If you lose, I’ll kill you” (not to you, but to anyone else).

Might entertain a card game with you now and then, but don’t try and get him to actually put anything on the table because you won’t like the results.

Fugo

Probably makes a face when you mention that you gamble. I mean really, that’s how you spend your free time? He’s a book guy, not a gambler.

Fugo can enjoy a good card game since the deception is interesting, but he does not have the patience or poker face should his luck start running dry. 

Doesn’t really get why you gamble. It’s not an addiction is it? Because in that case you’re going to a therapist not a casino. 

If it is a thrill thing or money then that makes him more confused. You’re in the freaking mafia, death and Euro’s are everywhere.

Hazamada

Do you know how excited he is when he learns that you’re a gambler? Manga is expensive S/O and if you wanted to be his sugar parent--

Seriously though, he finds it so useful that you gamble. Sometimes he’s able to go to Pachinko parlors and is always happy to have you with him. 

He doesn’t gamble much himself (he ends up losing and it pisses him off so he has to try again until he’s broke) but does love watching you.

Absolutely helps you cheat, are you kidding me? His stand is ready to read the other person’s cards for you or he’s there to slip the other person some loaded die and call them out as the cheater.

Josuke

He’s still a teenager, S/O! He can’t even go into Pachinko parlors, how are you finding places to gamble at? His grandfather was a cop, ya know.

I don’t think he minds too terribly about you gambling. Hell if you win some good cash then you can pay for the next date. Just please be careful and don’t get caught.

Does sulk a bit because somehow you’re able to slip into places while he’s immediately called out. He’d love to watch you gamble but ends up hanging around outside for you to get done. 

Okay but he does love when you and Rohan challenge each other to Liar’s Dice or some card game. He has tried to cheat to help you out, but Rohan is quick to catch him, the bastard.

[ransprang]

hello hello:)) could I please request a matchup for JJBA and AOT? I prefer guys and romantic is okay for me. I think I'll stick with SFW too. I'm a shyer person but I think underneath my quiet personality, I can be caring and thoughtful. I tend to observe people a lot so it helps with getting to know those who I choose to interact with. I dislike egotistical people and those who are just rude in general.. and my love language is acts of service. I'm a taurus and an INFP! thank you so much<3

hii thank you for the request!! :D

for jojos we matched you with...............MIKITAKA!!

SFW

One day you were at a cafe chilling. With your skills of observation you'd notice a strange man walking past the cafe. He has beautiful long platinum blond hair. The thing that struck out to you about him was his strange pointed ears and the various outer space pins on his school uniform.

You were too shy to talk to him, so instead you follow him around town for a while trying to not get caught. When he notices you following him he’ll start swerving through alley ways to get you off his path. Then he’ll show up behind you tapping you on your shoulder asking why you are following him.

Absolutely flustered and unable to answer he just stands there waiting till you’re able to say something. Once you express your curiosity he tells you he is an alien. This makes you befriend him and you both eventually start dating.

When he tells people he is an alien most people laugh at him or swear at him. He is generally pretty unfazed, but he thinks its cute when you hug him and tell him you believe him.

He would totally love it if you made him alien themed cookies and dishes

He doesn’t mind that you are quiet. He can compensate for that by talking and teaching you about outer space and his experiences.

for attack on titan we matched you with............REINER!!

SFW

Reiner appreciates your shy personality. Hes a big man with a big personality who can complete your introverted one.

He's man who has been through a lot. So he needs someone caring and thoughtful like you. You can massage his stiff shoulders while he cries his eyes out.

Rude? This man hates himself and is nothing but humble. So please love him right. He will respect a cat but not himself, you have to support him through it, after that HE WILL SIMP BAYYBAAYY.

You like acts of service... He needs therapy tell me a perfect match.

You're a taurus and he believes himself to be a walking talking cancer. Please explain to him what astrology means thank you.

He can turn into a titan and carry you around on his palm to show you the scenery.

you rude girls,

admins sar & sav

[funkii-fox]

✧༝┉˚*❋ 𝐉𝐉𝐁𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ❋*˚┉༝✧

✧༝┉˚*❋ 𝐅𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❋*˚┉༝✧

Feel Like Makin’ Love- Okuyasu x Gender Bent! Keicho

Rose of Flesh and Blood- Drider! Hazamada x Miner! Reader

Slumber of Sullen Eyes- Devo x Reader

Punishment- Devo the Cursed x Reader

Sleeping Beauty- Caesar x Reader

✧༝┉˚*❋ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❋*˚┉༝✧

I have a lot of smaller head canons not listed here. To find them, you should look in the tags “jjba headcanons”, “my writing”, or the character’s specific tag

Akira and Yukako are Siblings

Yandere Josuke

Yandere Keicho

Keicho’s Hobbies and Interests

Keicho as a Child

Angelo Katagiri x Toshikazu Hazamada

Nijimura Brothers & Piercings

Toshikazu’s Taste in Music

Stalkers- Hazamada, Akira, Terunosuke, Devo

D’Arby Brother’s Pets

Risotto Nero Body Modification Headcanons Tattoos, Piercings, Others

La Squadra Body Preferences

Santana Hates Esidisi

Santana Hates Wamuu

✧༝┉˚*❋ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 ❋*˚┉༝✧

I do take requests, but only for head canons. If you request a head canon, please be patient. Depending on what it is, it could take the next day or the next month to complete.

Stories take a lot of time and energy out of me. I need to be motivated to both write and finish a whole story. Unless it’s a super amazing concept, I probably won’t finish it.

I don’t really have limits, but I will say I won’t be very motivated to write something I’m not interested in. If I haven’t shown interest in it before, it might not be a successful work.

I also don’t want a vague request; give me something to work with! I like to get specific, even with head canons.

I refuse to write specific things like “black reader” or “reader with ADHD.” I don’t think I’ll do it right. Not just that, I like to keep my concepts broad for everyone or at least most people to enjoy.

[anomallysm-writing]

Hello! If your requests are open could I request some jojo headcanons :)

Something like Hazamada, Oingo, Pesci, Wammu and Avdol meeting their soulmate in a soulmate AU (of your choosing, and If you're comfortable writing that)

Also feel free to pick and choose characters. I know it's a bit of a strange (and long) list, and I totally get if you're not interested in writing for some of the them. I've just got a soft spot for weird, funky side villains 😔🤚 and Avdol

I certainly do have a thing for funky side villains, as well. And Avdol. However, I wrote the entire Hazamada story in a fit of inspiration then forgot about this draft for three to six or so months. Also, I had already written three paragraphs before I realized you said headcanons, so I hope this is okay instead.

Hazamada

First Person POV

Another walk today. When I’m bored, I take a walk around the city. There’s always something new to see in this maze of a city. There’s always something new to see when I look at my arm, as well. You know, around my age, more and more people are starting to find their soulmates. Guess it’s that high school romance cliche coming to life. Looking down at my arm, I see the writing begin to form, ‘Hey, dude, what’s 82x6 again?’. This encourages a sigh, but regardless, I take out my calligraphy pen and reply, ‘What’s 80x6+2x6?’. Shortly thereafter, I see, ‘Come on, don’t play with me like that, please just tell me.’ Agitated, I say out loud, “My soulmate’d better not be a damn 3rd grader!” but I then realize the position I’m in. Angrily shouting into my arm in a park full of people. Some are looking at me like I’m a lunatic. Don’t they know what it’s like to have a soulmate who pisses you off without showing their face? Grumbling, I write, ‘492,’ and walk off with my head low, pulling the collar of my shirt above my neck in embarrassment.

Before I know it, the day’s over. I head home and carry out my nightly routine. Getting into bed, I can’t help but wonder what my soulmate must look like. He seems to be the more quirky and quiet type. Obviously not the most popular, as he’s expressed his distaste for those who are time and time again. Especially my friend, Josuke. I suppose these two aspects ensure that he must be physically close to me somehow. 1. Quiet and unpopular, so I most likely just haven’t noticed him yet. 2. Dislikes Josuke in particular, who he probably wouldn’t know if he wasn’t in at least the same city as us. However, I’m not sure what his face and body are like. Well, I couldn’t possibly know for sure, so I suppose there’s no need pondering it. I close my eyes, and after a while, I’m out for the night.

You know what even going to bed on time can’t change? How damn annoying having to get up in the morning is. This bed is too comfortable for that, but unfortunately, school looms over sleep in regards to importance. After a few more moments, I get up. Gazing at my clock, I sigh, having gotten up 20 full minutes in advance. Well, at least it’s not 20 minutes after I’m supposed to. Today must be “lucky” or something because I didn’t have trouble getting my ass up. I’ll just have to see how things end up later today.

The hours go by surprisingly fast, for something so boring. At lunchtime, I decide to hang out with Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi. As per usual. This time, however, Koichi said he was bringing someone along. Hazamada was his name. At first, it seemed quite awkward, as meeting new people tends to be, but soon it wasn’t so tense as we conversed about the manga we both like. He soon asks me what I think about Sailor Moon, to which I reply, “I liked it more when I was younger. It’s nostalgic, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t really find it to be at my age level anymore,”. This seems to upset him a little, but we simply move on in the conversation.

Before I know it, lunch is over. The rest and I go in opposite directions, save for Hazamada, who apparently goes to a class close to mine. Faster than my mind can handle, he kicks me against the wall. He crosses his arms as a… holy shit, a clone of me walks up next to him?! “What business do you have talking shit about the likes of Sailor Moon?” He asks me in aggravation. “What?” “Don’t play coy, you bastard! You called Sailor Moon childish!” He spits at me, arms flinging to his sides. I calmly reply to him, “I wasn’t ‘talking shit,’ I was simply saying it seems a bit below my age level.”

For reasons unknown, I go suddenly stiff. I can’t move a muscle. Hazamada pulls up his sleeve and gazes casually and half-lidded at his wrist as I take out my calligraphy pen against my will and aim it at my face, the clone perfectly reflecting my movements, minus holding an actual pen. I’m staring right down its nose as it slowly nears my eye. I then glance at Hazamada’s wrist to see what he was looking at. Just then, I realize exactly who is standing in front of me. With no time to lose, I exclaim, “Wait! The writing on your arm, it’s that of a fountain pen, yes? Like the one approaching my eye!”. “Your point?” He asks, redirecting his gaze to a skeptical stare right at me. “My point is,” I begin, taking a breath in, “that you should check my wrist.” The pen thankfully stops inching towards my face, and I instead reach down and pull back my sleeve. Lacking proper motor control, of course. My wrist beholds the exact same words on his, handwriting and all.

His eyes widen while my expression simply softens. His head turns slightly and he sighs with a crude tone then says, “er… sorry. I suppose I lashed out without considering the repercussions. Besides, you still like Sailor Moon, right?”. I laugh and nod, finally able to move again, “Right.” Flushed, he faces me once again and offers, “Do you want to chill out at a comic book store or something later? We got off on the wrong foot, I owe it to ya.” To this I agree, and the so-called clone forms into a wooden figure as I put my pen away. “By the way, can you explain that doll-thing to me when we meet up later?” I ask, still quite bewildered about what almost went down. “Haha, yeah, will do.”

Avdol

First Person POV

The first words they, your soulmate, say to you are written on your arm.

“Will you please join us?”

That’s what is written on my arm. Reading over it now, I chuckle, as it reminds me of when I first met my uncle, Joseph, 19 years ago. I was 10 at the time, and somehow, he was 50. We aren’t blood relatives, as my father was simply his close friend in their youth. My mother was a date of this friend’s for a short period of time, and I’m the result of that. I’m not sure how, but she managed to get some information about my father long after their separation. As it turns out, he had passed away within a month of my being conceived, and his close friend, my “uncle,” had a child by the time my mother caught wind of him. Her name was Holly, and at this point in time, she was 23. A lot to unload at once, I know.

My life story aside, I noticed something about my so-called uncle pretty quickly. He was a total riot. My 10 year old self was cracking up. Holly could tell I really got a kick out of him as well. She cooked some Japanese dish for us and it was positively scrumptious. After dinner, I showed Uncle JoJo the quote on my forearm, and he joked about it with me. He told me there were monsters that say just what was on my arm, so there was a big chance one of those monsters were my soulmate. The thought shook me a little, but I giggled and feigned bravery. Looking back on it, I was really quite foolish. That said, this memory is among the fondest of mine. The fact that I still haven’t met my soulmate makes me feel rather gloomy, though. Maybe a monster would be easier to pursue.

While I was off day-dreaming about the past, the telephone went off in the other room without my knowing. After a few more moments of thinking to myself, I was finally brought back to reality by the rambunctious ringing of the phone, and got up to answer it. I couldn’t help but stand and stare at it, hoping it would just stop ringing. Over time, I began to resent that damn thing. Why not just send a letter? Why not just drop by in person? Why…Plummeting into my thoughts, I subconsciously began to shake. I am so lonely. So cold. I shut my eyes tight to hide from the bright colors all around, flung my arms around myself, and bent my knees as my back and neck arched forward, but once my body’s vibrations got wild enough, I was brought out of my thoughts once again. I shifted speedily forward with my dominant hand ahead and seized the device, bringing it up to my skull so fast I hit myself with it, throwing my other hand out in front of me and grabbing on tight to the station my telephone rested on with a swift, messy move. I then sung in an artificially confident voice, “Who’s calling?”

I was soon greeted by a delightfully familiar and joyful voice, “My dear Y/n!” My smile grew real as I heard my uncle’s voice. He and Holly make me happier than anything in the world. “You sure took your time on that thing,” Uncle JoJo remarked. “Sorry, sorry! But- I haven’t heard from you in a year, Joseph! I just gotta know how you’ve been,” I call out stamping at the ground and grinning in elation. “I’ve been just peachy! I assume the same for you, ya ball of giggles. I almost forgot! I need you to meet me at the Café a block or so West of your place. It’s a matter concerning your cousin, Holly… and your nephew, Jotaro. Get here quick! Bye bye!” And just like that, the hang-up beep blares into my ear, jabbing at my eardrum. Well, at least I won’t be alone.

After throwing on a clean outfit, I went out the door and trudged gingerly on down the block, humming a tune to pass the time. My bad posture shows itself now more than ever, especially when people look my way. It’s been a while since I’ve been out of the house. “Ah, there it is,” I say upon arriving at the Café before bending my elbow over in front of my face, brought forward by an outstretched neck now displaying an unnerving patch of rash, to cough a bit, shoving my hands back into my steep pockets, then heading in. After gazing around for a moment, I find my uncle, my nephew, and two people entirely new to me. Taking a seat, I greet everyone and apologize for my tardiness. Jotaro looks at me with his signature cold and unmoving expression and says with a dull tone, “You smell like a hospital, Y/n.” I sigh and smile as his friend in green lightly hits his arm and looks him in the eyes while the man in red-orange dips his head down and smirks at their antics. Uncle Joseph pats my shoulder and begins to speak;

“You already know about stands, but what you haven’t yet heard about is how my beloved daughter, Holly, has fallen ill. She appears to have developed a stand:- one which she cannot control. It has done her much harm in the past few days. What hurts me most is that she tried to hide it from us. DIO’s curse upon our family most definitely plays a big part in this situation. On the other hand, Jotaro here has developed a stand of his own as well. A powerful and precise one at that. Thanks to this newfound ability, we have freed this gentleman, Kakyoin,” he signals to the boy in green with his mechanical hands, “from the reigns of DIO’s mind tricks.” This ‘Kakyoin’ bows slightly and beams and gratitude. Uncle Joseph then points the front edge of the crown of his greyed head at the other man momentarily and continues, “Avdol here has almost fell victim to DIO himself, but he narrowly evaded the situation, courtesy of his impeccable wit. And thanks to my stand’s spirit photography and Jotaro’s stand’s sharp eye, we have deduced that the bastard we’re after is located in Egypt. Your stand may very likely help us reach and put and end to him quite quickly. Are you willing to join us?”

Pausing for a moment, mouth agape, I shiver. “Are we really so sure that I can help in this situation?” I begin, but am interrupted by Avdol. “Will you please join us?” I mean to continue, but I pause once more. Sheepishly turning my face toward him, I begin to grin:- awkwardly, yet sincerely. “Looks like I have no choice,” I say in glee, subtly shifting back and forth in my seat. I reach for my sleeve, but he grabs my arm and smiles, forming a deep connection between us with our eyes. His are so beautiful, so hypnotic, so… warm. We both begin to lean forward, slowly but surely. The closer I get, the less lonely I feel. Close, closer, and closer still, until…

“Good grief. Get a room.”

Quickly turning to face my nephew, I freeze in place, then sit back down in my seat, letting go of my sleeve and sliding my hands together to appear more casual, even though I knew it was a bit late for that. Avdol takes his seat more calmly, but looking closely, very mild traces of shame may be found. “I apologize for my public deviance,” the gorgeous soul before me says. “Relax, Jotaro, Y/n just found their soulmate!” Kakyoin calls over in a friendly tone. I laugh, but lock eyes with that living beacon of warmth again. His expression has my mind positively overrun.

After we exit the joint, and Jotaro earns a name for his stand, I talk to Avdol in private.

“May I see your forearm?”

“Of course,” he replies, dragging up his sleeve. It says…

“Ah, there it is.”

I scoff lightly. What a simple first thing to hear someone so significant say.

“I predicted I would meet an important figure today.”

Looking back up at him with my hands on his arm, I reply, “Mr. Dumont told me he knew I’d meet you today.”

“Oh? Who is Mr. Dumont?” Avdol asks me in genuine curiosity as I let go of his arm and turn away. I begin walking, but stop in my tracks. Turning to the side, I smile tamely and say, “Him? He’s my caretaker.”

End of story note: my cousin thought I said

“I bent my uncle over my face and saw a giant passion rash”

Love you Kate

[ask-koichi]

can i steal ur gf…

That’s very straightforward anon. I’d rather it be all three of us than lose Yukako, I’m afraid not.

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