#jjba oc writing

[jojosbizarrecandyland]

Chapter 1: Joanne's Sweet Endeavor / A Sweeter Encounter

Pages: 5 Words: 1978 Summary: Joanne, a determined twelve-year-old, runs the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop while her parents are away. She expertly assists customers, helping a grandmother pick out the perfect gift for her granddaughter, and manages a group of mischievous kids attempting to steal candy. Joanne sternly confronts them, offering a small treat and a lesson in honesty. As the day winds down, a suspicious group of men loiter outside the shop. Joanne senses danger and prepares to defend the store using the magical abilities of her candy bear, vowing to protect her parents' business no matter what.

The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was a beacon of color and joy in the heart of town, its windows lined with every kind of candy imaginable. From sugary rock candy to chewy licorice, the shop was a paradise for anyone with a sweet tooth. Today, however, the shop had a special charm—it was run by Joanne, a twelve-year-old with a knack for business.

As the bell above the door jingled, Joanne looked up from behind the counter, her brown curls bouncing with her movement. She adjusted her apron and greeted the new customer with a bright smile. “Welcome to Sweet Tooth! How can I help you today?”

The customer, a middle-aged woman with a fondness for bright scarves, smiled back. “Hello, dear. I’m looking for something special. It’s my granddaughter’s birthday, and I want to get her something sweet.”

Joanne’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “We’ve got just the thing! Follow me.” She led the woman to a display of colorful candy jars. “We’ve got some beautiful candy gift boxes that can be personalized. You can choose a selection of candies to fill them.”

The woman’s face lit up. “Oh, this looks perfect. I think she’ll love these gummy bears and the chocolate truffles. How much for a box like this?”

Joanne calculated the total quickly. “That’ll be twenty-five dollars for the box and the candies.”

The woman nodded and handed over the money. “Thank you, Joanne. You’re doing a great job here.”

“Thank you!” Joanne said, ringing up the sale and packing the box with care. “Have a sweet day!”

As the woman left, another customer entered—the local neighborhood kids. Joanne recognized them instantly; they were often found eyeing the candy jars with more interest than was strictly allowed.

“Hey, Joanne!” greeted Danny, a tall boy with an impish grin. “We’re just browsing.”

Joanne’s gaze was sharp, and she was ready. “Uh-huh. Browsing, right. Make sure you don’t touch anything without asking, okay?”

The kids exchanged glances, and Danny’s grin faltered a bit. “Sure, Joanne. We were just... um, looking for something.”

Joanne kept a close watch as the kids wandered the aisles. Her instinct proved correct when she saw them covertly trying to slip candy into their pockets. With a decisive motion, she grabbed the broom that was always at hand behind the counter and walked over to them.

“Alright, enough of that!” Joanne’s voice was commanding as she brandished the broom. The kids froze, wide-eyed. “You’ve been warned. Either pay for what you want or get out.”

One of the girls, a smaller kid with pigtails, looked particularly nervous. “We’re really sorry, Joanne. We didn’t mean to steal.”

Joanne’s expression softened slightly, though she kept her stance firm. “Well, if you’re sorry, I expect you to apologize properly. And if you’re still hungry for candy, here’s something on the house.” 

She reached into a jar of sour taffy and handed them each a piece. “Now, scram. And don’t come back without paying.”

The kids mumbled their thanks and hurried out, the sour taffy already making their faces pucker in surprise. Joanne shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. She could be tough when she needed to be, but she had a soft spot for kids who made honest mistakes.

Later that afternoon, the shop was buzzing with the usual assortment of customers. Joanne’s attention was split between ringing up purchases and keeping an eye on the stock. She had just finished wrapping a box of chocolate-covered almonds when a group of older customers entered.

“Good afternoon!” Joanne called out brightly. “Can I help you find anything special today?”

A tall man with graying hair and glasses smiled warmly. “Yes, actually. We’re looking for some old-fashioned sweets. My wife and I are celebrating our anniversary, and we thought some classic candies would be perfect.”

Joanne’s eyes lit up. “You’ve come to the right place! We’ve got a great selection of vintage candies. Follow me.”

She led them to a display of nostalgic treats—root beer barrels, jawbreakers, and nougat bars. As the customers browsed, one of them, a woman with a gentle demeanor, asked, “Joanne, your parents must be proud of how well you’re running the shop.”

Joanne’s heart skipped a beat. She offered her rehearsed response with a casual air. “Oh, they’re on vacation. I’m holding down the fort while they’re away.”

The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Well, you’re doing a marvelous job. We’ll take some of these root beer barrels and a few of the nougat bars. How much do we owe you?”

Joanne quickly rang up their purchases and bagged the candies. “That’ll be thirty dollars.”

The man handed over the money, and Joanne gave him a receipt with a cheerful “Thank you for shopping at Sweet Tooth! Have a great day!”

As the last customer left and the shop quieted down, Joanne began her closing routine. She swept the floor, restocked the shelves, and prepared to lock up. The sky outside was turning dusky, the streetlights casting long shadows.

But as Joanne turned the “Closed” sign on the door, she noticed a group of men loitering nearby. Their presence was unsettling—there was something off about the way they hovered around the shop. Joanne’s instincts went on high alert.

She grabbed her trusty stuffed bear from her bookbag, her fingers brushing against its soft, comforting surface. With a quiet murmur, she activated its special magic, and the bear’s plush exterior shifted into a glossy candy material.

Joanne felt a surge of determination. She would protect the shop, no matter what. The men approached, their intentions clear. Joanne gripped her candy bear tightly, ready to defend her parents’ store with all the courage she could muster.

And so, as the evening shadows lengthened and the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop closed its doors for the night, Joanne prepared to face whatever challenge lay ahead with the same fearless resolve she brought to running her beloved shop.

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The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was buzzing with energy as Joanne prepared for a new day. She had been working tirelessly to set up a new display of lollipops, each one intricately shaped into stars, moons, hearts, and other delightful forms. These were not your average flat lollipops; they were grand creations, each one a piece of edible art propped up on sturdy sticks. Joanne meticulously arranged them on the counter, her excitement evident in the way she adjusted each display.

The morning sun was just beginning to shine through the shop's windows when the bell above the door chimed. Joanne turned to see a young boy about her age stepping in. He had tan skin, dark spiky hair, and was wearing goggles perched low on his forehead. His clothes were worn and somewhat shabby, giving him a rough-around-the-edges appearance.

Joanne offered her usual friendly greeting. “Good morning! Welcome to Sweet Tooth. Can I help you find something special today?”

The boy glanced around the shop with a dismissive air. “I don’t want to buy anything from you,” he said, his tone a mix of defiance and disdain. He looked Joanne up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Though he tried to hide it, a faint blush colored his cheeks as he found himself captivated by her determination and spunk.

“I came here to take some candy,” he continued, folding his arms defiantly. “Those kids who came in yesterday? They were working for me. I’m here to take what I want.”

Joanne’s smile faded, replaced by a look of stern resolve. “If you’re here to steal, I won’t go easy on you. I’ve got a job to do, and I won’t let anyone mess it up.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and he shrugged with a hardened expression. “I don’t care. I’m a thief, not a saint.”

Joanne’s frown deepened. She wasn’t about to let him walk away with her candy, not after everything she’d done to keep the shop running smoothly. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play it.”

Without warning, she grabbed a handful of the newly displayed lollipops and hurled them at him. The colorful confections flew through the air, but the boy was quick on his feet. With a flick of his wrist, he transformed his left hand into a large, bladed sword, blocking the incoming lollipops with ease.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” the boy taunted, his sword-hand slicing through the air as he deflected the candy missiles.

Joanne wasn’t deterred. She grabbed more lollipops and continued her barrage. “I’m not giving up so easily!”

The boy, who had been ready to steal the candy, now found himself engaged in a fierce battle of attrition. His ability to morph his body into mechanical constructs gave him a solid defense, while Joanne’s candy-throwing skills kept him on his toes. The shop was a flurry of colors and motion as the two clashed, the floor littered with shattered lollipop pieces.

Joanne’s eyes darted around the shop, searching for more lollipops to use as ammunition. Her focus was momentarily distracted when she noticed a giant candy sculpture on a precarious stand. It wobbled dangerously, tilting towards her.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Look out!” she shouted, but the boy’s attention was already drawn to the falling sculpture. Without hesitation, he dashed toward Joanne, tackling her out of harm’s way.

With a swift motion, he shifted his back into a deformed shield, his body morphing to absorb the impact of the falling sculpture. The candy crashed down onto the shield, and for a moment, everything went quiet. When the dust settled, the boy and Joanne were lying on the floor, safe and sound, though surrounded by candy debris.

Joanne looked up at him, astonished. “Why did you save me?”

The boy’s face was flushed, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I didn’t want to kill you. I’m a thief, not a murderer.”

Joanne’s expression softened, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “You really mean that?”

The boy nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. I’m sorry for everything. My name’s Luke. I didn’t want to cause any more trouble. I’d like to make it up to you. If you’ll let me, I could work here at the shop and pay off any damages.”

Joanne’s initial hesitation melted away as she considered his offer. She could see the potential for redemption in his eyes. With a bright smile, she extended her hand. “Alright, Luke. Let’s start fresh. We’ll clean up this mess together, and you can work here to make things right.”

Luke took her hand, his expression a mix of relief and gratitude. “Thanks, Joanne. I promise I’ll work hard.”

Together, they began to clean up the shop, sweeping up the candy shards and resetting the displays. As they worked, Joanne could sense that Luke was genuinely remorseful and willing to make amends. The two of them worked side by side, their earlier conflict forgotten as they bonded over the shared task.

By the time the shop was cleaned up and ready to reopen, Joanne and Luke had formed an unexpected alliance. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was back to its cheerful self, and Joanne felt a new sense of camaraderie with her unlikely helper.

As they prepared to open the shop again, Joanne looked at Luke with a hopeful smile. “Let’s make today a great day, shall we?”

Luke nodded, a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. “Absolutely. And thanks for giving me a second chance.”

With a fresh start and a new friend by her side, Joanne was ready for whatever the day might bring. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was once again a place of joy and sweetness, and Joanne couldn’t have been happier.

[kimiko24-art]

This bit of lure pertaining to how Bruno and I chose to be a couple, has been something that I've longed to create since 2019. But life constantly found a way to prevent it, leaving me with little motivation to take up the challenge of actually making all the panels. BUT TODAY IT'S FINALLY HERE! and LET ME TELL YOU! MAN am I proud of this! I first started self-shipping with Bruno back in 2019 and often wondered how are relationship would fair in canon. I want to pour more of my love for Bruno into projects like this one. Because the results are something tangible and here in this world, even if he cannot be. It's a proof of our love~ and serves as a personal reminder of our choice to keep choosing each other no matter the circumstances.

Credits(s): Art was created using a combination of anime stills and my own artwork. OTHER COMICS: Comic 1, Comic 2

also my new oc Mario the gelato man cameo lmao

[iceicewifey]

so um... i found a pose reference that gave me big vanishay vibes, but then i got carried away then tried to turn it into a lore moment for some reason? 😭

i don’t totally like how his arm looks plus i couldn’t get him low enough because the height difference was making it a really awkward angle, but that’s what i get for copying the anime style again... it’s janky but close enough lmao full disclosure vanilla's bangs and face are heavily referenced bc they were giving me the most grief to copy, no thanks to all those damn little LINES. reference + transparent vers. under the cut!

𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 :: @goblinselfshippr、 @over--heaven、 @spookysinner45、 @little-miss-selfships | join my tag list ᡣ𐭩

can’t find a direct link since i saw it on pinterest (💔) but it’s by mellon_soup!

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Requests and Prompts For Fall

Hey y'all I've been working on a piece for summer, but I realize I never will finish it in time. I've been busy with college work and my new partner but I'm officially opening my request box for fall themed requests on September 22nd.

I will do:

Fluff

Yandere

Non-Yandere (not experienced at it though)

Horror themes

Angst

Slightly Spicy Things (Not really knowledgeable enough to write smut (if I did, I wouldn't really write Dominant Yanderes))

Fandoms:

JJBA

Obey Me

Total Drama

Twst Wonderland

Pokémon (Trainers and humanized Pokémon (no pokephilia))

Hetalia

Honkai Star Rail

Something's Wrong With Sunnyday Jack

Mushroom Oasis

Kid At The Back

Non-Fandoms:

Cat Cafe Ocs

Seven Deadly Reincarnation Ocs

Greek Mythology

Norse Mythology

Egyptian Mythology

Monsters (for spooky season)

Chupacabra (Still haven't written its full fic man)

Eldritch Deity creatures

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

🌊🪻MASTERLIST🪻🌊

This will include multiple fandoms, as I am a person who has phases through different fandoms! There will be the fandoms I feel comfortable writing with. More will be possibly added to the list at a later date. ✍️

• JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

• TMNT

• Slashers

• Twisted Wonderland

• Dead By Daylight

• CoD MW

• OCs (for the friends who request it.)

‼️Request guidelines‼️

I like to write all kinds of things, but there are specific do’s and don’ts. Keep in mind;

✅ Do’s:

• Fluff

• Comfort/Reverse Comfort

• Headcanons

• Angst

• Smuts (sometimes)

• Crack-fics

• Gender-neutral reader is usually applied in most of my fanfics unless requested otherwise.

🚫 Don’ts:

• Incest/T-cest

• Non-con

• Pedophilia

• Toilet/gross fetishes

• Canon x OC; I fully support canon x OC! I love those, but I will not write for your OC, I do not know them well enough and I’d rather not mischaracterize them!

• Overall, just nothing gross or bad, nothing you wouldn’t want to be asked or isn’t appropriate and goes against my guidelines… I will ignore and even block depending on the requests.

🪻Requests I’ll be taking🪻

— Keep in mind; Some fics I will not be writing due to lack of motivation or I am currently not in that phase, nor do I feel like writing for certain fandoms! (Note: These will change up in the future so keep an eye on my masterlist to see what’s available to be written at that time!) If you see; ❌ means will not do! ✅ means I will do! 🔆 means per friend’s request!

• JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures ❌

• TMNT ❌

• Slashers ✅

• Twisted Wonderland ✅

• Dead By Daylight ✅

• CoD MW ❌

• OCs 🔆

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Caesar Zeppeli

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/738788515648815104/random-caesar-zeppeli-headcanons

Dragona Joestar

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/739646542145814528/dragona-joestar-x-reader

Josuke Higashikata (8)

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/737102469789777920/josuke-higashikata-8-x-reader-word-count-1575

Weather Report

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/737924254818091008/what-weather-report-is-like-with-his-so

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

2003 turtles

Note; I will write the turtles over the age of 18! No I will not write smut of them, thank you, have a good day. :)

Together

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/742874822396297216/when-the-03-turtles-are-in-love

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/743078858971070465/first-date

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/743321420897107968/hey-so-how-do-you-think-the-2003-tmnt-boys-would

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/743593020410281984/hey-so-how-do-you-think-the-tmnt-2003-boys-would

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/744048794428211200/ok-so-i-wonder-how-the-tmnt-boys-any-version-you

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/744075948251561984/the-03-turtles-first-kiss

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/744672931904356352/hey-so-how-do-you-think-2003-boys-would-deal-with

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/745438300709519361/hey-so-how-do-you-think-the-2003-boys-would-deal

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/745489919032606720/hi-i-hope-your-having-a-good-day-i-was-wondering

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/745959995344044032/can-i-request-headcanons-for-all-2003-boys-react

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/747021048463097856/how-would-the-tmnt-bros-2003-react-to-a-best

Leonardo

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/747027023288041472/hey-so-how-can-i-get-a-scenario-of-leo-2003

Raphael

None yet!

Donatello

None yet!

Michelangelo

None yet!

Casey Jones

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/746571072867123200/hi-could-i-get-some-hcs-of-the-03-turtle-boys

Bayverse Turtles

Together

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/744670077089136640/hello-i-was-wondering-if-you-could-do-either

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/745441884947742720/hey-i-was-wondering-how-do-you-think-the-bay

Slashers

Old stuff!

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/758666339946840064/reblogging-some-old-stuff-yall

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/758666396543713280

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/758666509893632000

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/758666552379949056

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/758666649615433728

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/758666684971286528

New stuff!

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/758849143813898240/thomas-hewitt-being-obsessed-with-his-chubby-so

Dead By Daylight

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/758630910703894528/how-the-killers-from-dbd-would-react-to-you

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/762783958028156928/cod-nsfw-headcanons

Twisted Wonderland

Leona Kingscholar

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/737791332459872256/hello-if-its-not-a-problem-i-would-like-to-ask

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/737875396071161856/hi-sorry-if-my-english-isnt-very-good-but-i

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/738786371749150720/hi-im-appearing-again-if-it-doesnt-bother-you

Jamil Viper

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/738786371749150720/hi-im-appearing-again-if-it-doesnt-bother-you

Malleus Draconia

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/742860989186342912/malleus-romance-hcs

OCs

Mammon

• https://www.tumblr.com/sprite-writes-fanfic/737279831427956736/well-i-wonder-who-asked-that-last-one-must-got

💙Happy reading everyone!!💜

[ink4spots]

Dante Aguilar 🧬 🧠 🌀

(Namesake: Dante Alighieri)

Stand: GHOST TRAIN

Pronouns: He/xe/they

Labels: Xenogender transmasc panromantic asexual!

Uses Masculine/neutral gendered words.

Age: 24 (Stone ocean)

Height: 4'11"

Nationality: Puerto rican 🇵🇷

Notable characteristics: Glossy black eyes, spike piercings, black lipstick, sharp metal teeth, small, upturned button nose, ear gauges.

Build: Short with a twiggy frame. Xe has top surgery scars.

Pairings: Electricplankton (Dante/F.F.)

Voiceclaim: 🎙️Alcryst FE!!

PERSONALITY

Dante’s biggest flaw is their cowardice, and the most prominent aspect of their personality. Simply put, he is the wettest beast - xir confidence has the constitution of wet 1-ply toilet paper. However, they will do anything if it means helping someone they love. Xe deeply values the few connections xe's got, so he is incredibly loyal. He loves fully and attaches easily.

Besides lacking bravery, they are also sensitive. They feel emotions with the wholeness of their being. When they are happy, anyone can tell. When they are sad, everyone will hear them bawling in the next room over.

On the flipside, it wouldn't seem so, but Dante is actually very competent. When xe needs to, he can be quite formidable. He may not be strong, or brave, but he proves to be a valuable asset where intellect and strategy is involved. Xe's a clever one under all of the anxiety.

Likes: Videogames, energy drinks, manga/comics, sour candy, junk food, cryptids, internet forums.

Representative animal: White-tailed deer.

MISC

Motifs: Intersecting lines like DNA strands, metal spikes, balaclava masks, spirals (brain symbology)

Particularities: Strongly believes in superstitions of bad luck. Likes horror media despite being easily scared. He struggles with spelling.

Skills: Computer/tech skills. Black hat hacking. Puzzle solving. Incredible Tetris and Minesweeper skills. Can name the list of 151 Pokemon. An absolute fiend for cyphers.

Education: Full highschool education. A tattoo artist apprenticeship that was never followed up on.

OCCUPATION

Was previously a pizza delivery person prior to conviction. Held several low paying jobs before that.

CANON CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS

F.F. Quick friends who then became lovers. They are so sappy and corny that they make Jolyne and Ermes gag. Truly the silliest couple ever.

Ermes/Jolyne. They couldn't tolerate him at first, but they eventually developed a strong friendship through the events of Stone Ocean.

Emporio. They have a really sweet relationship. Dante is like an older brother to him.

Weather Report. Consider each other good friends. Weather cools Dante’s anxiety with his chill disposition.

Anasui. They don't get along. He is very rude to xem and xe is too afraid to stand up for xemself.

Jotaro. They don't really know him, but they admire his strength.

ORIGINAL CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS

(Alt!DIU) Romeh. Xe thinks he is so cool and intimidating. Romeh feels responsible for looking after xem, which is sometimes exasperating - but he does it anyway. It's pretty clear to see he cares about the little guy.

(DIU) Ryoma. Friends with sibling energy! They are very sweet together. Despite Ryoma being younger, they are like an older sibling to them.

(Jojolion) Kyouka. They exploit Dante’s gullible nature for amusement. They keep convincing him of silly things to scare him. Dante is wary of them, but he can't help but believe everything they say when they say it with such confidence.

(Battle Tendency) Nocera. She coddles him because she thinks of him as a baby. He generally doesn't mind this, but it gets a little tired sometimes.

BACKGROUND

-Brief mention of recreational drugs-

Dante’s life before moving out of their homeland was pretty uneventful. They didn't have a good relationship with their parents, their sense of self and choices were incredibly limited, but they stuck though it all until adulthood. He was sent off to the US to study dentistry, to which he attended for about a month before dropping out, unbeknownst to their parents. He began living wrecklessly. Couch surfing and chasing highs. Xe found friendship with a couple of black hat hackers, who taught xem their skills. He began breaching government databases, doing nothing with the information - he just wanted to see if he could do it. It was exhilarating, and the most fun they had ever had. They had hardships still, but this was one of the happiest times in their life.

Then, one night, they place they were staying at was seized by the cops. All their electronics were taken. As it turns out, one of their casual friends, who they trusted too much, had outed them to the police. Dante was been smart and no tangible evidence was found, but they had been sloppy otherwise. Since they were unable to be charged for cybercrimes, they were imprisoned for possession of weed with a sentence of 5 years.

Their hacker friends that were also snitched on, blamed them for everything. Especially since Dante received a much lighter sentence. They carried a lot of guilt because of that. His parents were notified of his imprisonment and he would be completely shut out of their family. The rest of their friends on the outside cut communication, either scared of being persecuted by the law, mutual friends wanting nothing to do with them, or simply not wanting to continue the friendship due to the circumstances. Xe made the news, and civilians rallied in favor of a heavier sentence for xem. Their peak was followed by what felt like an age of darkness. They were so alone.

Inside the prison, things were worse. They were routinely pushed around and taken advantage of. The absolute bottom of the food chain. They, again, were out of control of their life, powerless. That was until he acquired his stand. Ghost Train would retroactively help them navigate their day to day. Soon, a rumour would spread - that Dante was under the protection of a real life ghost, and the harassment would dwindle. The arrival of their stand would turn things around for them. Xe was still sad and lonely, but after that, xe had a much easier time behind bars. The string of fate that draws stand users together would eventually cause Dante’s and Jolyne’s paths to cross and thus their involvement with the plot begins.

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

Kars x Fem! OC (Ivy Joestar)

Just because Ivy chose to follow her twin brother everywhere didn’t mean she approved of the messes he got into. So when he had faced off against Wamuu beneath the colosseum, she had struggled to contain her distress so as not to reveal her hiding place when he got blown off the ground with Divine Sandstorm. It was what happened after he escaped that had Ivy most shocked. Stuck hiding in the dark underground of the colosseum, she started to get tired of all things. Hours went by as she listened to the pillar men discussing some sort of red stone. She dared not sneak a peak at what they looked like despite how close they were. After a bit, she began to dose off. Until she heard a low and charismatic voice above where she was curled up.

“Tired, little one?” The voice said. Ivy startled awake, yelping. “You’re quite foolish to assume we hadn’t noticed you here the whole time….”

Ivy looked up with fear to see who spoke, past chiseled abs and tight pecs until they rested on a face shaped like a flawless statue of a god, blue eyeshadow and all. She scrambled backwards until her back met a column of stone.

“What do you think, Wamuu? This one emits great fear, showing she has some sort of intelligence.” The pillar man called over his shoulder as he knelt down, examining Ivy with great curiosity.

“She may just be a scared virgin, Kars.” The blond pillar man known as Wamuu said, joining the one he addressed as Kars in staring at Ivy Joestar.

Kars laughed wickedly. “Either way, she is suitable.” He said, reaching out and touching Ivy’s cheek with curiosity.

“I’m uhhhh…. Ivy. And you guys don’t have to talk like I’m not here,” she spoke up, a bit indignant.

Kars ignored this comment, stroking her body and sending shivers up her spine. Ivy hated to acknowledge it but Kars was very attractive. As if sensing her lustful thoughts Kars picked up Ivy effortlessly carrying her draped over his strong shoulders up the stairs to the above-ground level of the colosseum, beckoning the others to follow with his free hand.

Ivy didn’t struggle. She didn’t cry for help. She had witnessed the destruction the pillar men had caused and she knew it would only end terribly if she got other humans involved. ‘Besides… I mean, look at that fine ass…’ she thought absent minded. As she was slung face first over Kars’ shoulder she had a perfect view of—- ‘SHUT UP IVY.’ She scolded herself, silently cursing. “You’re probably his next meal.’

Kars had left the colosseum into the night air with Wamuu and the other pillar man known as Esidisi who he was having some sort of conversation with. He carried her through a few dark alleyways and into an abandoned hotel where he laid her down on a bed. He then left the room, locking the door behind him. Ivy sat up immediately, looking for a way to escape. But soon realized all the windows were barred with metal or boarded up with heavy slabs of wood she’d be too weak to pry off. Lying back down in resignation, Ivy’s mind wandered to think of potential reasons the pillar men hadn’t eaten her yet. Until the three of them reentered the room, Esidisi and Wamuu lying down on the other two beds. Kars sat at an old desk that had been left in the abandoned hotel, deep in thought.

“I can’t believe you two are tired already after sleeping for so many years…” Kars grumbled at his companions. “I personally feel energized.” He eyed Ivy who blushed, immediately avoiding his piercing red gaze.

Wamuu stretched, Esidisi sat up in bed, seemingly instantly overcoming their exhaustion to be useful to Kars. Ivy came to the conclusion that Kars must be the leader of the trio.

“What would you have us do, Lord Kars?” Wamuu asked, stifling a yawn. Kars glanced at them then back at Ivy.

“Ivy…” Kars said, the sensual timbre of his voice filling Ivy’s heart with weakness. “You must be that human Joseph’s sister that he mentioned when he thought he called out to was going to die. How touching that you followed him to your own doom. I suppose we could use you for dual purposes.” He mused. “Come here, undress for me.”

Ivy got up obediently, taking shaky steps towards Kars and unbuttoning her blouse. A tear trickled down her cheek as the space between them grew smaller.

“If we are to be the ultimate beings, we’ll need a woman to carry our offspring.” Kars said, meeting Ivy’s gaze steadily and caressing her now exposed breasts. “You’ll make a great concubine for my needs.” He leaned in humming softly. “Esidisi and Wamuu can find their own human pets.” His hands made their way down Ivy’s soft midriff to where her skirt clung on to her by a button. Kars licked his lips, temporarily exposing his fangs before ripping off the button of Ivy’s skirt and letting it fall to the floor.

Ivy felt so wrong in that moment that she started to think of running until Kars pinned her against the brick wall, biting her gently and whispering in a language she could only assume was ancient. She melted at his touch, or at least, her dignity melted away. Kars released his hard erect cock from its skimpy cloth covering. Moaning at the sight, she submitted to the purpose he had given her. Kars forcefully spread her legs, and massaged her clit with his long and talented fingers. She knew it wasn’t for her pleasure that he did this. He made that very clear with the way he sunk his fangs into her fleshy breasts. She stifled a cry of pain. Kars was simply preparing her as nothing more than a cock sleeve for his intimidatingly large length. He teased her a bit, mocking her as she whimpered pleas for mercy. Finally, he rammed his cock into the soft folds of Ivy’s pussy. She felt the wind get completely knocked out of her. Ivy couldn’t make a sound, her only option to avoid collapsing to the ground was to lean into Kars penetrative embrace, letting him support her body as her vision swam with rainbows of dizziness. Taking this as a cue to slide deeper inside his human toy, Kars grasped Ivy’s hipbones and thrust himself further into her warm and wet depths.

It seemed from that point on, Kars only went harder on the girl. Eventually he had to carry her to the open bed and lay her down on it so he could fuck her when her muscles gave out. Hours passed and load after load of his cum filled Ivy’s weakening body. Finally, Kars pulled out, satisfied with his handiwork. He shoved Ivy to the foot of the bed and fell asleep outstretched on the mattress. Ivy cried herself to sleep and slept harder than she ever had. She awoke to the feeling of her thighs skin being sliced into by a thin blade. She screamed in pain, unable to move as Kars pinned her down. He grinned down at her, enjoying her cries of agony as he carefully carved an ancient symbol into her. When he finished, Ivy glanced down, examining it and panting, dabbing at the bleeding with the bedsheets. She assumed it was Aztec for his name. Or some sort of mark to designate her as his property.

“It becomes her… don’t you think?” Kars stated proudly to Esidisi, gesturing at the damage done.

Esidisi nodded. “You should be honored to bare Kars’ mark, mortal.” He added.

Ivy began sobbing. This was more than she could take. She still felt immense pain in her whole body from sex with Kars, and this would render her hopes of escaping fruitless as she could barely stand without feeling the skin on her thigh stretch and cause her to howl. Kars licked the salty tears from her cheeks, pleasuring her with the occasional kiss. “Good girl.” He sighed, then got up, leaving the room and beckoning for his companions to follow. “It is night. Let us take advantage of the dark in our search…”

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Beta reader(s) wanted for a JoJo fic!

I’m currently planning a story themed around Parts 7 and 9, although it’s important to me that I also get input from some other JoJo fans.

A major focus of the plot will be the development of an OC x Canon pairing, so if you’re not comfortable with that, then it probably won’t be your jam.

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can you explain ryoma's stand/abilities if ydon't mind i don't think i ever caught explanation!! :)

SURE ! i actually made a doc about this a while back, so, just gonna paste that here :3. Sorry if theres formatting issues… im doing this on my ipad

GADZOOKS. HOST: RYOMA ROMÁN.

Namesake: Gadzooks - Lemon Demon

FOREWORD:

Pronouns: they/it

Gadzooks is a very independent stand. It has its own will, thoughts and feelings. Though it is spirit-bound to Ryoma, they are unable to control it. Gadzooks follows Ryoma's commands simply because of its fondness for her. It can and will disobey its host if it wishes to. This is also the conditions for any stand/human contract it might've made, hence why they are called “hosts” and not “users”.

BACKSTORY:

Gadzooks wasn't always Ryoma's stand. Gadzooks has lived for thousands of years, and had several other hosts before Ryoma. It would search for powerful people to contract, leaving when they died or became cumbersome. (Fun fact: One of these was the creator of the film projector, who modeled it after Gadzooks likeness.) As Gadzooks is without morality, some of its chosen were bound to be sinister individuals. After its host was killed by a younger Joseph (Battle Tendency) it began its search for a new body to take residence.

Eventually, It came across young Ryoma, who had recently moved to Japan. They were the polar opposite of what Gadzooks was looking for: Thin and frail, she was the farthest thing from powerful, yet she showed a compelling resilience despite her circumstances. Gadzooks decided to protect them from then on, but it would prove to be harder than expected.

PERSONALITY:

Gadzooks is defined by extremes. Its volatile nature is contrasted by its cold and calculating rationale. It deeply cares for Ryoma, (motherly in a way) but it is rather unemotional and detached. Its protective to a fault. It will stop at nothing to keep Ryoma safe, even if it causes them to be terrified of it. It takes no joy in killing, but doesn't shy away from it. Given its past, violence and intimidation are second nature, a hair trigger instinct. It views life with red-tinted glasses as it sees danger in everything and everyone. A friendship with Gadzooks is non-existent, but peaceful coexistence is achievable.

ABILITY:

Gadzooks has the ability to turn anything, immaterial or immaterial into film. Anything turned into film will then be then transported into the Film World.

Power: C

Speed: C

Range: A

Durability: D

Precision: B

Potential: A

Gadzooks doesn't have a lot of combat power, speed or durability, but it more than makes up for it with its versatility. Here are some of its uses:

Healing:

Stop bleeding (turn the broken blood vessels into film), Undo harm, (rewinding film on an injury or a broken object)

Offensive:

Cutting, (Injuries do not bleed. If limbs are left severed for a long period they will necrose from lack of oxygenation. Cutting is only fatal with decapitation. There is nothing Gadzooks can't "cut". Gadzooks’ "cutting" is an act of dividing by taking away thin slivers of film.)

Defensive:

Film conversion (subduing a target by turning their limbs into film and rendering them useless, or simply sending them into the Film world)

Reel recoil (instinctual defense mechanism that turns Ryoma into a film reel, in a similar fashion to a snail recoiling into its shell. The spikes on the reel prevent enemies from grabbing it since Ryoma is vulnerable in this state. If an ally is detected, the spikes will sink down, allowing to be held)

Special:

Memory film conversion (turning memories into film),

Film extraction (when used in tandem with Memory film conversion, can recover lost items from memory. The fresher the memory, the better. Objects may be altered by inaccurate recall. Film extraction can also be used to extract objects or people from video media, but yield unpredictable results.)

Film World Portal (ripping open a film portal to suck people inside) Film World manipulation (weaponizing natural disasters within the Film world, messing with gravity, moving buildings around.) Doppelganger swarm (The Dopplegangers sprout scissors and attack. They share the same cutting ability Gadzooks does.)

Film World Enlargement (Growing larger to heighten destructive capacity. Think Godzilla lol. Paired with Film Portal, can be used to reach outside of the Film World to cause damage in the material world.)

FILM WORLD:

The film world is a strange realm that resides in another reality. It manifests as a bizarre, flipped version of Morioh (as an island) which is populated by copies of the people Ryoma often interacts with.

Doppelgangers: These copies share some of Gadzooks physical traits, like their eyes, sharp metal teeth and, if aggressive, sharp scissor hands. They seem to glow from within, and seem blurry, like you're unable to focus on them. They perform strange impressions of their counterparts and speak in reverse. (Ryoma is able to speak to and understand them :3) They have a sort of sentience, but Gadzooks is able to influence their actions. The Doppelgangers are generally harmless, unless instructed to attack.

OHC-HOIROM: Morioh itself has been copied pretty faithfully with a few notable exceptions. Both the sky and sea have turned a bright red. The streets and buildings are covered in colorful patterns, arrow shapes in particular are common. This version of Morioh has been entirely mirrored (most noticeable on signs with text) Clock hands move counter clockwise, and much faster than normal… the way the trees blow in the wind, the birds, and even the shadows seem unnatural. It all adds up to this unshakeable feeling that something is off. It looks fake, manufactured, because. It is.

The Film World already existed prior to Ryoma, but Gadzooks changed it to suit Ryoma's interests (as well as it being influenced by Ryoma's unconscious mind). It was meant to be somewhere where Ryoma could escape to, a personalized haven of sorts. (think the other world from Coraline) Though Gadzooks doesn't have such a great grasp on the material world so it becomes a faulty (unnerving) recreation of their ideal world.

DRAWBACKS:

While immensely powerful, a grand majority of Gadzooks' power is limited by Ryoma's physical condition. Performing these abilities is taxing on their body, and causes hemorrhaging from the eyes and nose. When pushed to their limit, Ryoma may become unconscious for a period of time ranging from a couple hours to several days. With proper care (proper rest and nutrition), these symptoms can be alleviated.

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An Education in Humanity

A/N: I had this idea while in the shower and since I'd not written profoca in a while it seemed like something new to explore. It is probably their least physically affectionate story. The Egypt stuff I can’t explain just imagine they’re going on vacation. And Idk if they had credit cards back in 2001.

Pairing: Prosciutto x Focaccia Genre: Fluff, Angst (?) Content warnings: implied racial discrimination Summary: Two assassins run into a difficulty when grocery shopping

Grocery shopping is an entirely ordinary affair for people who are entangled within the sordid shadows of the world. Through the maze of aisles carrying produce, bottles, cans, and boxes, it’s easy to keep oneself hidden. But that is not at all necessary for the kind of work Focaccia and her husband have been up to lately. Holding a bag of flour in her hands, she fumbles with translating simple Italian adjectives in her mind. Frowning at the fine print, she turns to Prosciutto. 

“What does this say?” she points a manicured finger to an unfamiliar Italian word. Even grocery shopping in the years that has immersed her into the language has not schooled her vocabulary. 

The man gives a nonchalant glance to the sack, his head turned downwards with boredom playing on his face. Unlike his usual disposition for a well tailored suit he opted for a thermal coat and layers of cotton underneath. Neapolitan winters may not summon snow, even at night, but the chill is enough to warrant warm outerwear. Not to mention the air-conditioned interiors of most grocery shops.

“Something about heart health,” Prosciutto says the words as though they are of no consequence. Focaccia glances once more at the price, thinking of how much flour they have left. 

“Just take it,” her husband commands, already turning to disappear into the next alleyway of items. 

Huffing, Focaccia places the little bag into their cart. At least it is good for her indecisiveness. If Prosciutto deems something good enough then it must be, right?

Following close behind, she pushes the cart aimlessly looking at what he picks up and snatching a couple snacks on the way. Other shoppers stay out of their path most of the time but Focaccia catches the eye of a lady and smiles. The pitiable woman’s oculars shift from the towering, uncouth figure behind her before easing into reciprocating her expression and moving on. Despite the quickness with which she made herself scarce, Focaccia spotted her trepidation towards Prosciutto, commiserating her.  

Fluttering about from one area to the next, they work slowly into fulfilling the list of standard monthly items. Illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights and accompanied by soft but boring music, Focaccia feels a sense of peace for their mostly idyllic life they have been able to lead. If she tries hard enough, she could pretend their lives are almost normal. 

Once the necessary items are procured, the pair wait patiently in line behind a few other groups of people. Mothers, daughters, uncles, and grandparents, go about their daily lives. She’s no stranger to hushed murmurs of the spoken language but Focaccia sometimes wishes she knew exactly what they were saying. 

Eyeing the cashier she notices a dark haired man working behind the counter rather enthusiastically and unusually fast. He’s talkative from the way animated expressions and loud voice that emanates from him. Or perhaps that is customary for Italians. 

“Can you pay?” She pleads to Prosciutto, the man looking the other way, makes a non-committal noise of agreement. Having been bad at math most of her life, Focaccia hates counting her money by the cashier and holding the line. It’s humiliating, especially with people more than happy to point out how slow she is. 

Moving to stand out of view behind her husband, she lets the cart stay by his waist as the line moves along. Prosciutto is much less awkward than herself, usually making conversation if someone speaks first. Focaccia always finds herself stumbling with her broken Italian before they start speaking in English out of pity or some such thing. 

Only when it’s their turn does she walk to the other end of the counter, attending to the groceries being bagged. There is the usual sound of the cashier’s voice greeting Prosciutto but the man says something unfamiliar that she assumes to be for conversation. At Prosciutto’s silence she looks up to see his utter shock, eyes widening for a fraction of a second and lips apart. It’s a rare sight and Focaccia barely has a moment to understand before his face contorts to an extreme grimace. But what follows is most certainly never something she would expect, especially in such a public setting. 

Hauling himself over the counter with his tall frame, Prosciutto doesn’t have to reach far before taking the poor cashier by the neck for a swift punch to the horror of those in line. The commotion escalates fast and Focaccia fears what would happen if she lets it get worse. 

“Stop! Stop!” Yelling, she pulls him back by the waist, hoping the damage isn’t too bad. It’s strange, he’s never acted this way before. Whatever was said to him must have struck a nerve. “What’s going on?!” She demands from him, now noticing the poor disheveled worker and the look of pure hatred in Prosciutto’s eyes. He does not even show this much emotion when he’s killing a target. 

Instead of answering her questions, Prosciutto spits Italian curses at his opponent before being pulled outside by his wife. She carries the two grocery bags, worried about whether they’d be banned from coming back. “What happened?! What did he say?” She would be worried about whether he paid for their groceries or not but her priorities were just reshuffled. 

“Let’s not talk about these things here,” he replies, taking both of the bags from her before a protective arm on her lower back ushers her to their car. It’s clear Prosciutto is still angry and agitated from his encounter. The usual scowl on his face is much deeper than she’s used to, and the knuckles on the steering wheel are white from his grip. She’s only so thankful that his frustration does not manifest itself in his driving lest they run a red light. 

Dinner is quiet, something quickly put together with some of the groceries they bought earlier. And Focaccia is too nervous to ask what weighs on Prosciutto’s mind. His eyes soften when they meet hers, his blues a particularly mysterious shade and her browns twinkling with silent questions but he seems unable to meet them for long. 

After their meal, Prosciutto settles into bed, watching her comb her hair with an air of disdain still hanging around him. Sitting beside him, she puts an arm around his back, feeling the muscles relax. “What did he say, Prosciutto,” she asks. 

“...It doesn’t matter,” comes his moody but defeated reply, clearly irritated from being reminded of the conversation. 

“Please,” Focaccia says. “I have to know.” 

Sighing, Prosciutto’s body seems to deflate, letting go of all the anger repressed inside his body all evening. “He said…something derogatory.” Prosciutto opts not to translate the vile words.

“About you?” Focaccia says in confusion. 

“I wouldn’t have cared so much if it were about me.” 

Staring at him with silent understanding, Focaccia moves closer. “You didn’t have to, you know.” 

This seems to anger him further. “And let him say whatever he wants about my wife?” 

“I mean you don’t have to protect me,” she says with a smile. “I didn’t survive this long here on my own for nothing. Or in the west for that matter. I may not speak the language, but I can tell. It’s in their eyes.”

She finds something very rare within his eyes, a speck of melancholy as if understanding only a miniscule amount of her experiences for the first time. And it renders him somewhat speechless. 

“Tell me,” she says. “Did you attack him just for me or would you have done that if he said that about someone else?” 

At her question he thinks before answering. “Anyone else and he would have earned a glare and a dismissal. I admit,” he says with the voice of a man who is entirely not sorry for his actions, “the punch was personal.” 

Smiling fondly, she hugs him close. 

“Don’t stop me if it happens again,” he murmurs. Again… because it is something she will simply have to live with. 

A thought occurs to her. “Maybe it is you who will have to experience it when we are in Egypt,” she says. “Don’t worry, I will protect you then.” 

The words have their intended effect and Prosciutto chuckles somewhat forlornly. 

“Or,” he suggests. “We could find the CEO of the grocery store and blackmail him for money,” the mischievous smirk in his mouth beckons. 

Focaccia lets go, looking at him with some excitement and disbelief before cackling with laughter. “I like that.”

Bonus A/N: The reason why I was hesitant about posting this is because of the subject matter being sensitive and all its implications. I have not thought of every possibility or the best interpretation for it. But most importantly I wanted to emphasize Prosciutto not being some white savior trope and Focaccia knowing how to deal with them in her own way. it's just great to see Pros jumping someone for disrespecting his wife. It's not written here but it's possible he went back and stalked that dude to kill him or worse LOL

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Kimiko asks one of the nonne in town, Mrs. Menini, for help preparing Bruno's favorite dish.

Kimiko: "Scusi, Mrs. Menini do you have a moment?

Mrs. Menini: "Oh! Kimiko, how are you dear?

Kimiko: "Well, I was wondering if you could teach me how to make "spaghetti alla bottarga"?

Kimiko: "You see... It's Bruno's favorite, and I'd like to make it for him."

Mrs. Menini: "Sure! It's a very simple dish to make."

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Kimiko asks one of the nonne in town, Mrs. Menini, for help preparing Bruno's favorite dish. She could have easily followed a cookbook recipe and learned that way. However, Kimiko wanted to learn from someone who was experienced and could prepare it authentically. So naturally she asked around town! Luckily Mrs. Menini was kind enough to leaned a hand.

It takes several failed attempts but eventually under the nonna's guidance she successfully made a good batch!

TO BE CONTINUED:(part 2)

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Credits(s): Art was created using a combination of anime stills and my own artwork.

OTHER COMICS: 1, 2, 3, 4 // 5, 6, 7

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Vintage art of pinup girls thank you so much for helping me out with drawing an oc thank gyatt bruh

Genuinely cannot stop drawing her someone send help…

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I want to ramble about my fanpart so bad but I do not know how to talk about it coherently right now.

It takes place in Canada and the JoJo's name is Jonah Jean-Luc, an unknown grandson of Joseph. It's a running joke that they look and act similarly despite not knowing about each other one bit.

His stand is called Angel's Fall and looks like this but I still need to digitize and finalize it.

So far there are two JoBros designed and the JoFoe and a majority of the plot.

Feel free to ask questions about it, maybe questions will help me ramble coherently.

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Requests are open people don't be shy you'll make me cry

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Scene from Chapter 1

[Story takes place after the events of Part 3]

Jotaro throws a China cup at Shizuka during their first encounter. The actual scene is more serious than I make it sound here. Shizuka is asked by her homeroom teacher to visit Jotaro after he's been skipping school for a month to tutor him on all the missed lessons. She goes over there, comes across the photo of the Crusaders in the desert and Jotaro throws the cup at her so she doesn't touch it. Since Shizuka knows nothing about what this photo means, she runs out of there thinking Jotaro is crazy, because who throws a cup at someone for seemingly no reason?

It's not the best first impression, but Shizuka never had a good opinion of him to begin with, so this encounter just made things worse. In her mind, this act of aggression consolidates his reputation as a violent brute; this good-for-nothing delinquent known as Jotaro Kujo is simply a danger to society. And since he's not the type to bother explaining himself, nor does he care what others think of him, it's easy for misunderstandings to grow between them.

Poor Shizuka, she deserves better. And Jotaro needs a timeout in a bathtub of ice.