#jojo female oc

[marimarionette]

Desenho do capítulo 46 da minha fanfic de Stardust Crusaders, durante o capítulo que o Avdol retorna ao grupo.

Esse capítulo não tá aqui no Tumblr ainda, mas fiquei tão orgulhosa desse desenho que fiz especialmente pra pôr no capítulo, que senti a necessidade de postar em algum lugar. Xd

[onebigbuubie]

More twunk Doppio and over the heels in love Diavolo

Whoever says to me Doppio isnt supposed to be a cool dork you can keep it to yourself pls i ADORE this lil guy

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Fall Yandere Prompts

Fuck Me I put prompts on the other thing at didn't actually put prompts, I suck anyways here are a few prompts made by yours truly. Others are free to use them just please tag me. Thanks. I'll make more Halloween ones if people like these.

Apple Cider: A sweet yet tangy that leaves a warm feeling. Your eyelids start drooping after drinking every drop.

Bonfire: Dry sticks and leaves are so easy to burn in high bright flames. Be wary of what the light attracts.

Crows: Inky black birds with a glimmer of intelligence in their eyes. You feel a dozen pairs of eyes watching your every move.

Dry Leaves: Crunchy and brown and always fun to mess around in. You hear a second set of feet slowly trotting behind you.

End: Autumn signifies the end of Summer and a change in season. It also signified the end of your freedom.

Flannel: The warmth of this fall apparel is so comforting in the crisp weather. Don't you like it, they picked out just for you.

Grain: Bountiful and golden, shaking in the cool breeze. You meet a friendly stranger standing in the grain field, holding a scythe.

Harvest: Fall provides us with a bountiful harvest of corn, pumpkins, apples, pears, and grain. Such bounty requires a sacrifice to be made.

Indoors: Why go outside when you can snuggle under the covers and keep warm? Just because it's your home doesn't mean you are safe.

Jack-O-Lanterns: Grinning gourds light up the night, carving them is a fun activity. They want to participate but got a little too creative.

Kettle: Boiling water for a hot beverage on the stove is so nice. The water isn't quite done but you still hear whistling.

Leaf: Colorful trees make such wonderful leaves they look good pressed in a book. You see one on your bed side every day, they have a distinct metallic scent.

Mushrooms: Clustered together they're a fungi to be around. More seem to grow near you each day in strange patterns.

Nutmeg: Fall spices are aromatic and make every dish warm with flavor. If your running low the next-door neighbor might have some, might as well come inside while they look for what you need.

Orchard: Fruit trees tended to with tender care, baring crimson fruit. Picking just one won't hurt.

Pie: Steaming goodness wrapped in a golden shell. Have another slice there's plenty to go around.

Quiet: Many an autumn night is filled with sweet and calming silence. It feels a little too quiet tonight, might want to retire early.

Reaping: How to harvest the crops grown, you reap the rewards of the Earth. Someone has come to take you or your soul, they're not very picky.

Spider: Dainty legs weave beautiful webs, enticing as they are dangerous. Any prey they catch, they won't let go.

Tree: Majestic and tall these ancient plants reach up to the dwindling sun with aching branches. Haven't you seen that tree before, you must be hopelessly lost, perhaps that's better than being found.

Umbrella: The cold weather makes rain extra chilling; with a warm smile you share your umbrella. No good deed goes unpunished, as the storm outside isn't what you should be worried about.

Vermillion: Beautiful shade of red found plentifully in the fall, its beautiful yet it can be a dangerous color too.

Wind: Rattling trees and blowing the leaves to the ground, the wind tickles your ears and nips at your nose. It carries with it the unhinged words of a person you never want to see again.

Xenial: Being most hospitable is a must during autumn. This does not change when a stranger shows up at your front door requesting shelter.

Yarn: Soft threads of vibrant colors used to create warm clothes, blankets, and other things. The string prevents you from moving while someone knits in the corner, eyes focused on you.

Zipper: Better zip up when it's so chilly outside, wouldn't want to catch a cold. You also might want to zip it before they hear you.

[musingmanor]

[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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Follow pt. 2

Dio Brando x F!Oc

Summary: Elise has been following Dio around Liverpool for weeks. A stalking that has not gone unnoticed by him.

Warnings: light stalking, canon typical violence (pushing, threats of death and harm), name-calling, takes place during JJBA part 1

Word Count: 1.9K

Setlist: Dio x Elise playlist

Tag list: @cinnbar-bun @lostfirefly

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Elise followed Dio. 

She had been following him for weeks now, watching his every move.

She needed to know him. Needed to figure out just the right way to introduce herself to him. 

Elise couldn’t just walk up to him. No…no that would be utterly preposterous. 

So she kept herself in the shadows as she followed him through the city of Liverpool, keeping far enough away she could always turn and pretend to be minding her own business. 

Elise noticed he hardly talked to the city boys constantly surrounding him. Boys who shouted every word they spoke and shoved each other around like a bumbling collection of barbarians. 

Dio remains voiceless. Calm. His every step was filled with a confidence that seemed to come to him oh so naturally. A confidence that poured from his very aurora. Confidence that only heightened that power Elise saw shimmering in his golden eyes every time she caught a glimpse of them. 

The only time she ever saw him speak was when that Joestar boy was mentioned. Then he had much to say. Such belittling and harsh things. Things he used in comparison to his achievements. 

However, as soon as those oafs that followed him around like a herd of mutts began to agree and raise him up, Dio would go silent again. Silent despite the storm raging within his golden eyes. Eyes so full of hellfire and loathing it almost always stole the very breath from Elise’s lungs.

Even in his wrathful moments, he was beautiful. 

As the clock struck five, Dio’s swarm of oafs dissipated and he began his trek home as he usually did. Elise was quick to follow behind, keeping further away than she had been in the city, seeing as the way home was a mere road surrounded by a few trees and grassy planes. 

Elise had just made it to the beginning of the pond the path wound around when a gaggle of giggling girls rushed past, knocking into Elise. Her handbag had hardly hit the ground before she grabbed the nearest girl in an iron-like vice. The girl gave a pained screech at the grip Elise had on her.

“Let me--”

“You best watch where you are going.” Elise grit, willing her green eyes to sharpen into deadly blades. 

“We were just having a bit of fun.” The girl said with a roll of her eyes, going to yank her wrist from Elise’s hold only for Elise to double down in her grip, pulling her closer. 

“Shall we have some more fun then?” Elise asked, voice growing ever colder. The girl’s eyes widened as she fought to gain her wrist back. Her friends called her name in question but Elise’s grip never gave in. “How about we play a game? I will give you, oh let's say to the count of three to apologize for being so utterly careless and if you do not apologize I will break your wrist.” 

“W-what? Let me go!” The girl shrieked, a noise that grated on Elise’s every last nerve. 

“As soon as you apologize,” Elise said, her grip growing tighter and making pain flash high in the girl's eyes. “One…two--”

“Okay! I am sorry! Let me go!” The girl screamed just as her friend came over, ready to defend her. Elise let her go and the girl clutched her wrist to her chest, whipping around to rush away. 

“What just happened?” One asked, as the girl bumped into her in her fearful panic. 

“Nothing. Let us go home.” The girl rushed off, and with a quick glance towards the glaring Elise’s way, her friends rushed off after her. 

Elise huffed in her utter irritation, finding Dio had disappeared from her sight during all that hubbub. She reached down, swiping up her handbag from the dirt path. Her journey home continued as she wiped the dirt and dust it had collected off. 

“Did that poor, stupid girl truly deserve all that?” A smooth voice asked her as she began passing by a collection of trees. 

Elise paused. 

Her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest. Her stomach twisted. 

She knew that voice. A voice she had only heard from afar before but one she had committed to memory. 

When she turned her eyes to gaze upon his majesty, her heart all but stopped in her chest. 

Dio Brando stood there, leaning against the rough bark of one of the trees beside the path. His golden eyes, ones she had wished and prayed to look upon her were trained intently on her now. Golden eyes that were all too calm and guarded as they took in her features. 

“And you would not have done the same had such an immature thing disrespected you as such?” 

“No. I would not have.” Dio responded quickly, pushing himself off the tree in such fluid grace Elise had never seen before. Elise’s breath caught in her throat as he grew closer, leaning down so that those sharp golden eyes of his could bear directly into her own. “I would not have given her a countdown before snapping her wrist in two.” 

Elise’s heart restarted in a flurry. Her cheeks heated and her lips parted on a shaky inhale of breath. 

Dio smelled of labdanum and vanilla. Warm and sweet and slightly woodsy. It was a scent that filled Elise’s very soul. A scent she would not soon forget and one she was already calculating in her head which shops in the city might sell. 

“As I should do your own for following me as you have been.” Elise blinked at his statement. Not at the threat of harm her way but--He…he knew she had been following him?

Of course, he knew. 

She must be as dimwitted as those girls who had run into her to think he would not catch her in the act. 

“I assure you, I have not done so out of any ill will,” Elise spoke, her voice growing quiter in her growing embarrassment. 

“Oh? Is that so?” Dio’s smooth voice questioned. Elise kept oh so still as Dio began circling her like a predator would do its prey. “Tell me; you are that pesky Pendleton girl’s sister, correct?” Elise felt her eyes prick in anger at the mention of her younger sister. 

“I am.” She said, unable to keep her voice from sharpening the slightest bit. “And you are that bleeding heart Joestar’s adopted brother.” Dio paused just behind her. She could physically feel that hellfire which burned in his eyes all put seeping out of him. 

“You understand I do not believe you wish me no harm. Not when your dear sister is fraternizing with my dear brother.” Elise could feel the brush of his breath against the shell of her ear as he spoke. It was a ghost of a touch that sent her body buzzing and heart fluttering all over again. “You following me for three weeks makes me believe Jonathan must have had his sweetheart tell you to do so.” 

“And what would they have me do exactly?” Elise asked, her voice coming out as a mere whisper. 

“You tell me.” The sudden grip Dio had around Elise’s wrist pulled the smallest sound of shock from her lips. Had her whipping around to face him and all his stunning glory. Face the bloody threats he was stabbing into her with those sharp eyes. “Shall I give you to the count of three before I snap your wrist or should we skip right to it?” 

He looked heavenly. 

Oh just how divine he looked standing over her like this. Looking at her like he wanted to murder her. 

Power. 

It was just a show of all the strength he held at his command and Elise needed to be under its protect. 

“If you must know,” Elise said, some how having the will to find her own voice against her storming heart and drying mouth. “I have been following you because I cannot help it.” Dio’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening. 

“What?” 

“I…I saw you when I moved back home. I could not sleep and went for a walk and--” She took another shuddering breath in as she thought back to that night. To Dio walking under the moonlight looking like some fallen god. “If--if I may be blunt?” Dio’s golden eyes scanned over her features, still guarded and ready for whatever attack he had expected before. Eyes which now held--uncertainty in them. Confusion as to what she was going on about. 

“Go on then.” 

“I feel in my heart you are destined for something more. Something I wish to aid you in.” Dio continued to watch her in that angered confusion. Continued to try and find her motives. 

“And how would a sniveling girl like you do such a thing when I need no aid besides the aid I give myself?”

“I have been known to…dabble…in fourtune telling.” Dio let her wrist go in a bellowing laugh. A laugh that Elise found herself enraptured with. 

“You have wasted my time, girl. Fortune telling.” He continued to laugh. He laughed so hard a bit of his usually pristinely kept hair came undone, falling across his forehead.

Elise kept still. Kept quiet as she watched him. Because even when he showed mockery and unbelieving, she had seen the look in his eyes. A look past his anger that showed that need to know. To have his future secured in such a way. 

“That Joestar boy is holding you back somehow. I’ve seen it and you are working to rid yourse--” Before Elise could finish her thought, Dio grabbed hold of her cheeks with his hand in a bruising hold, baring his rising anger into her. 

“You will cease your jabbering.” He all but roared in her face, his anger escaping its cage and spewing forth like some raging river. “You will cease your following of me or I shall do more than break your wrist. I will take you over to that pond just there and hold you down until you cease to exist.” Elise’s breath halted in her lungs. 

Biting cold water invaded her mouth and eyes and nose and throat. 

Breathe, breathe, breathe! Her body commanded yet could not obey.

Dark, cold hands crept their way closer and closer to her. 

Clawed hands. 

Death’s hands.

Survive, survive, survive!

Dio shoved Elise back as he released her. A push hard enough to send her falling onto her rear, her breath growing ever more heavy in her chest and tears burning at her eyes. Tears that had nothing to do with the small hurts blooming over her skin.

The sun cast a golden halo around Dio’s wrathful form. 

God. 

He was a god. 

He had the power to keep her safe from death’s cold hands and the power to guide those very hands to find her throat.

And Elise could not help but adore him. Need him. The small love she had been harboring for him only grew with every hissing word and harsh promise he made.

Dio watched her for a moment longer, looking as if he was trying to wrangle back his anger before continuing on his way home. Elise stayed down in the dirt and watched him go. She watched him until he had long since disappeared from sight. 

Elise pulled herself to her feet once the fear coursing through her veins subsided. Once her breath evened out and her eyes stopped burning. She brushed her blue dress off before following down the path he had taken home.

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[star10world]

One of the many JoJo pose TF commissions I did for my friend Melow-Dreams xD one of her OC's Summa doing the Kars pose

[ladyofthebluelight]

Finally chose a title for chapter nine…

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Meet Alexandra Caroline Speedwagon (adopted by Speedwagon and my Phantom Blood OC, Alicia)

Here's the next of my Jojo's Bizarre Adventure OCs, Alexandra!

If you haven't seen my first OC, Alicia, here's her post!

As before, I will include the bio!

Name: Alexandra Caroline Speedwagon 

Species: Human (Hamon user)

Age at the start of Battle Tendency: 21

Height: 5’7

Hair: Auburn with strawberry blonde highlights, Merida curls, down to the bottom of the shoulder blades.

Eyes: Hetrochromatic. Left eye is hazel and right is grey.

Skin: Fairly tan with freckles spattered over her upper half, concentrated on her face and shoulders. 

Build: Slightly stocky, but not bulky. Wider shoulders with a fairly slim waist. Muscular without being overly so. Not to be underestimated.

Outfits: Mostly button-up shirts with high-waisted pants. If it’s a more formal occasion, she’ll wear skirts or a dress, but she doesn’t really like wearing them. In winter, she wears peacoats on top with beanies and fur-lined boots. In summer, she wears shorts and short pantsuits. 

Abilities: Some Hamon uses. Mostly just the basics, but she knows the basics really well. She focused a bit more on healing than fighting. And then she trains with Lisa Lisa and got a lot better at fighting and gained some more healing tips. 

Personality: Similar to Joseph, but not quite to his level. She has more awareness of the consequences of her actions and isn't as self-centered as Joseph, but is still a goofball who will prank you or fight you at a moment’s notice. Has a lot of respect for those who earn her respect, like her parents, Erina, and Joseph to some degree. Has no respect for people who pick on others for no reason. 

Occupation: Former family headache, current CEO of the Speedwagon Foundation.

Misc: Alex must have a cup of coffee in the morning. Otherwise, she’ll be whiney and complaining of a headache all day.

She got bullied for her heterochromia when she was younger, and her and Joseph got into fights about it growing up.

Her and Joseph are protective of each other and refer to each other as siblings, which confuses a lot of people.

She’s also very protective of her family and Erina. Heaven forbid anyone threaten them. Expect to be beaten the shit out of.

She met Ceasar Zepelli at a charity gala, they danced together, and he was intrigued by her after she caught on to his Hamon kiss and got mad at him about it. Then he spoke to Speedwagon about her and got her address, sending her letters explaining himself and they become friends, then start dating a little while later, just passing their two-year anniversary when Battle Tendency starts. Joseph doesn’t approve of this Italian Casanova ‘stealing his sister’, so they still have that ‘rivals to kind of friends to best friends’ dynamic. 

Hope you guys like her! :)

[galacticdad099]

Here's some favorite art of mine from every month this year...

See you in 2024!

[marimarionette]

🔹Welcome!

Olá, sejam bem vindos! Podem me chamar de Mari, Marionette, como preferir!

Aqui eu pretendo postar capítulos e coisas relacionadas a minha fanfic de JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, na qual estou escrevendo desde Outubro de 2022 e tenho um imenso carinho. Contextualizando, é uma fanfic de Stardust Crusaders. Mesmas aventuras, mesma trajetória canônica até o Egito, com o diferencial de que, agora, têm dois personagens novos! A fanfic normalmente é postada no aplicativo Wattpad e no site Ao3! Críticas construtivas são muito bem vindas!

Abaixo, não só terá os links de todos os capítulos postados até o momento aqui no Tumblr, como também outras coisas relacionadas à essa mesma fanfic.

Desde já, obrigada por lerem! Hidratem-se e não se esqueçam de passar protetor solar em dias muito quentes!

Espero que gostem da história! Asks bem vindas! Se tudo der certo, vou finalizar essa fanfic até o final de 2024!

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[onebigbuubie]

Diavolo and Doppio wedding if you’re up to drawing it, maybe?

You ask I deliver

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Tomorrow's my birthday!

I'm gonna be 19 motherfuckers

I hope to finish some requests soon, I'm just a little burnt out and want to celebrate with friends and family. Be back soon!

[ani-matron]

Streetlight Pursuit, an OC-centric jojo fanfiction, is BACK with weekly releases for the second and final book in the series!

Streetlight is about a team of lady detectives in 1993 New York who are tasked with protecting the city from rogue Stand users/the remnants of DIO and recovering a missing Stand Arrow. They’ll need to work as a team to overcome all the threats facing the city, but that shouldn’t be a problem for them (most of the time).

Please go give it a read, and we’d love to hear your thoughts on ao3 or on our official series discord!

Character art by @pianolote, and background art by me!

[strawberry-metal]

A YCH commission I bought for my oc, Saki,(specifically her 15 year old self!) all the way back in 2018. I got permission from the artist to post it now to my tumblr and instagram. Saki is a angel Christmas decoration here! Isn’t she just absolutely adorable!? I still love this piece to this day! <3 This was actually made before Saki had a part 4 and part 5 design for her adult self. Originally she only had the teen design! Fun fact there!

The artist is teacozy1 and here’s a link to the artwork on DA! https://www.deviantart.com/teacozy1/art/Christmas-decoration-YCH-Saki-776543739

[gingernut1314]

Survive pt. 1

Dio Brando x F!Oc

Summary: Ever since Elise Pendleton fell through the ice that had formed over the lake behind her family home, all she has ever wanted to do was survive. Her survival came in many forms, but the new addition to the Joestar household has caught her eye and her very soul and she is determined to have him.

Warnings: slight, more platonic Speedwagon x F!Oc, canon typical violence (injuries/death by childbirth, murder, broken arm, near drowning, mention of blood)

Word Count 2.7K

Setlist: Dio x Elise playlist

A/N: So this is kind of more backstory for my oc so it's heavier on the oc than anything else really buuutt if you choose to read I hope you enjoy and expect more of this to come!

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Tag list: @cinnbar-bun

When Elsie Pendleton was born, she tore her mother so badly that she nearly died. Had her husband not been a renowned doctor, she might have bled to death then and there.

But the damage had been done. 

A year later, when her sister was born, there was no hope of saving their dear mother. Lady Pendleton had been a husk of her former self all throughout this pregnancy, having been unable to fully recover from Elsie’s birth. The coming of their new daughter had been the unfortunate end of her. 

At the age of six, Elsie fell through the thin ice covering the lake behind her family’s estate while skating around with her younger sister, Erina. Her father had warned them not to, the cold of winter only having just shown its fangs that season. The ice wasn’t thick enough to venture out and play, yet Elsie had done so anyway. 

The water had been biting against her skin. Water that filled her mouth as she screamed and thrashed as the heavy wool of her clothes dragged her further and further away from the light. 

Her lungs burned as they tightened in her chest, screaming out for a single breath. Her vision blurred and blacked in the corners. 

She was dying. Drowning.

Erina had only stared down at her. Had screamed yet did nothing to try and save Elsie. Did not try to grab her or even run for help. 

Their tutor had been making his way home after another grueling session with the girls when he spotted Elsie fall through. He had just dove in to grab her when the numbness of the cold waters set into her skin. 

He had pulled her from the water, disciplining shouts falling from his lips the moment his head met air. He had thrown Elsie to the ice, which tore into the skin of her hands and knees, as he continued his hissing reprimanding. 

Elsie shivered and sputtered, scrambling to her knees as she turned to look up at her tutor. 

The sun had cast behind him like some sort of heavenly glow, making him look oh the more imposing. All the most strong. 

He had power. He was powerful. He was powerful enough that he could get the girls in trouble with a few simple words to their father. He was powerful enough to save Elsie. 

Death had come for Elsie in that lake. Had grabbed hold of her throat and pulled her further into the darkness and yet her tutor had been strong enough to keep the reaper at bay. 

She never wanted to be that close to death ever again.

She was determined to survive, no matter what it took and she knew in that moment this man would be that survival. 

As Elise had watched her tutor walk off in a raging storm, Erina began her nerve-grating sobbing once more. 

“Your--your hair.” Elise had brushed her off and rushed after their tutor, but she knew what her sister had been so upset about the moment she caught sight of her slowly drying hair in her mirror. 

The once golden locks, which she shared in color with her sister, had been shocked into a pure white. 

White like the snow outside. Like bones and teeth. Of the death her tutor had saved her from.

It was a physical showing of her icy will to survive.

A year went by and Elsie became the ideal pupil. She was quiet during instruction. She did her work and excelled at it. She did not roughhouse with her sister as she once did. Did not run about the halls as she once had. 

Erina continued in her childish ways and it drove their tutor utterly mad. He turned to Elsie in those moments. He spoke to her of the irritation Erina grew in him. Spoke to her about how he wished Erina would think before she did. How he wished she would shut her mouth and never again speak. How her behavior was going to drive him from their home.

Elsie wouldn’t have that. 

No. No, not one bit. 

Her tutor was her savior--he would keep her alive and protected. Erina was threatening that safety and in turn, threatening Elsie’s very life. 

That night Elsie lashed out at her sister. 

At first, her sister thought Elsie had finally come around and was just playing as they usually did, but when Elsie threw open the window to Erina’s room and shoved her out of it, her sister knew it had been in nothing but cruel malice. 

Elsie had found her sister lying on the ground, arm bent at an angle it shouldn’t have been, and screaming her pain to the world. 

Fear had been in her eyes as Elsie descended upon her, grabbing her by the collar of her night dress and yanking her close to her bared teeth. Elsie shook her sister as if to shake some sense into her, rattling her broken arm and causing all the more pain to radiate through her little sister.

“You are a child. You act like a child. You will stop these childish musing or nothing in this world will stop me from dragging you back through the manor to find a higher window to throw you out of.” Elsie had hissed down at her sister, a look so wild it pulled Erina’s mind far away from the pain in her arm. 

This wasn’t her sister. 

This body before her was not her sister. 

It hadn’t been her sister for months, Erina gravely realized. Her sister had gone into the ice and this creature had crawled its way back out. 

Erina fell back to the ground once Elsie let her go, her screams having turned into mere whimpers of pain as she watched the creature’s face twist into that of utter panic and fear. Watched the creature cry out and rush back into the manor, looking for help. 

Erina kept as far away from whatever sort of hellish creature her sister had become as best as she could. She became quite--reserved. She kept her eyes averted from all and began taking long walks through the countryside just to keep herself out of her own home. Walks that even led her onto the bordering family’s lands, a boy with jet black hair and a nobel will catching her eye. 

And it was enough to keep their tutor around. Enough to make him happy and in turn make Elsie happy.

At the age of eleven, Elsie witnessed the murder of her tutor. 

They had been making their way back home after her tutor had brought her on a venter to examine some unique flora a museum in London had found when their carriage had been stopped. A gang of unseemly men had dragged them onto the cobblestone street, now covered in the blood of her coachmen. 

Elsie had been unworried. Had hardly let out a single scream because she knew her tutor would save her. 

He was strength. He was power. He was--begging for his life. He was begging for his life and in turn offering Elsie up to keep it. 

His pathetic pleas had been silenced by the sharp edge of a blade slashing through his vocal cords.

Weak. Powerless. 

He had never been strong enough to protect her. To keep death from knocking at her door, looking to claim her soul. 

Fear had turned her mute. Had made the hands digging into her skin an afterthought. 

She was going to die. 

She didn’t want to die. 

Couldn’t die.

Death was cold. Death was--was--it was the unknown it scared Elsie down to her very soul.

Elsie needed to survive but how would she manage that now that her savior had been slaughtered right before her eyes?

When the vile men had their fill of the killing and pickpocketing of Elsie's former tutor, they turned their gaze onto her. Had just begun to pull at the gemstones around her neck when a black bowler hat came flying through the air. The brim flashed silver in the lamplight before it cut through the vile men like they had been made of butter. 

Elsie tracked the hat, her fear lessening and lessening as it mowed down man after man before returning to its master. 

Awashed in golden lamplight, the boy grinned down at her, placing his hat back onto his head. He offered her his hand and she took it in moments, her skin pricking at the feel of his skin on hers. 

savior. 

Strength, power.

He held more strength than her tutor had. Held the power that he needed to win out against these vile men her tutor had been unable to win.

This boy was her savior--her survival. 

He would slaughter any man that tested him, she could see it in his dark brown eyes. 

She could also see his eyes filling with a sense of unease the longer he looked into her own. 

Somehow, Elise knew he could sense her overwhelming need to survive and the fact she would do anything to keep her life intact. She knew that as soon as he saw it in full, he would leave her without someone to keep death far far away.

And Elsie couldn’t have that. 

Elsie had been quick to pull tears to her eyes that spilled over her cheeks in a cold stream. She let a whimpering sob fall from her lips as she attacked her savior in a hug.

“Oh, that was utterly terrifying.” She cried, burying her face in his chest. “Thank you. Thank you. You saved my life.” She felt the boy's unease melt away at her tears, a hand coming up to rub her back in soothing circles. 

“Least I could do for a lady.” She pulled her head away from his chest, looking up at him with her watery green eyes so full of the fearful emotions she knew in her gut she should be feeling. The ones she had felt when she thought she had been about to die.  

“You must let me do something for you--reward you.” He shook his head, grabbing hold of her shoulder to pull her away, but Elsie’s hold on his black jacket only tightened. 

“I don’t need anythin’ from you--”

“Then tell me your name? I could not possibly go on without knowing the name of my valiant savior.” The boy’s chest seemed to puff in pride at her words. 

“The name’s Speedwagon. Robert E. O. Speedwagon.” Elsie smiled bright up at him. 

“And what a handsomely fitting name for such an honorable man.” Robert had half-heartedly brushed her off again.

“Eh, it was nothin’.” He said, glancing about the dark street at the chaos that had been wrought within. “Maybe I ‘ought to walk you home? Why a pretty lady like you is traveling down this street is beyond me--can’t have you gettin’ into any more trouble now.” Elsie was quick to latch onto Robert’s arm, pulling another whimper to her lips.

“I fear I live a two-day travel from here. We were heading home when--” Fresh tears sprung to her eyes. “Oh--oh god! What horrors.” She cried, burying her face back into his chest. 

Speedwagon instantly wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to keep her from gazing upon the bloodshed of the night. And how safe she felt. She never wanted to leave his arms.

“It is alright now. I’ll keep you from harm.” His words filled her heart with a warmth her tutor had once made it feel. A warmth that let her know death would be a small thought in the back of her mind whenever he was around.

“Thank you…could you--could you please walk me to my aunts? She lives here in the city. She can make sure I get home.” Speedwagon nodded, beginning to guide her away from the scene. 

“Of course.” Speedwagon walked her all the way to her aunt's house, who had been more than happy to invite Elise and Speedwagon into her home. 

Her aunt offered to pay him generously but the boy had declined, declaring it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of a poor girl and her handsome aunt. He had just been doing what he felt in his heart to be right. 

Before he left, Elsie was sure to walk him out. She hugged him and placed her initialed handkerchief in his pocket. A handkerchief with the gemstone lines necklace she had been wearing moments ago. 

He had shown up the next morning to see her off under the guise of making sure she got out of the city with no trouble. 

And out of the city she did and oh how her protected heart had started to wither. She made it home in two days time and begged her father to let her go live with her aunt for a while. 

She begged and begged every day for weeks. Her aunt would teach her piano and art. Nothing more, she promised. Nothing more her father needed to be aware of of course.

He caved in after she started locking herself in her room. She refused to eat, drink, sleep. She shut her curtain so no light would seep into her room and finally, her father agreed to let her go off and live with her aunt for a years time. Only a years time

Elise knew she would change that time limit.

Speedwagon visited her every chance he got, bringing her flowers and sweet treats and Elise couldn’t have been happier. Couldn’t have felt more needed and protected. 

At the age of twelve, Elise Pendleton saw him.

She had just moved back home from living in the West End of London with her aunt due to the agreement she had made with her father a year ago. Elise had been planning and planning of ways to get back to London to be around her savior once more. 

Oh the overwhelming itch she felt to get back. The panic. It was enough to make her appetite turn. Make her nights sleepless.

Elise took to taking nightly walks. Ones she hoped would tire her mind out enough that she would stop thinking of danger and death. Danger and death she was ever closer to, being oh so far away from the person who had kept her safe from thugs and murders. 

She thought of the man who had saved her from Death’s clunges. Thought of his dark brown eyes, always so full of honor. Of his mane of blond hair which he had been starting to grow out. Of his bravery in the face of danger--his will to keep her safe.

Robert Speedwagon was everything she needed in a protector and yet as Elise’s green eyes spotted him, glowing in the silver light of the moon and stars above, all thoughts of the gentle street thug flew from her mind. 

He looked like an angel. No--no he was too beautiful for such a lowly life form. 

He looked like a god. 

Elsie had heard her sister whispering to their father of the boy the Joestars had taken in when she thought Elsie wasn’t listening. Of a boy as evil as the devil himself and just as cruel. 

His supposed evil was shown on the three moles on the curve of his earlobe. Elise had taken an interest in the occult a long while ago and knew those marks were seen as evil by most. 

But they were marks that also showed tremendous luck. 

He was utter luck--he was power.

Elise watched him walk over the grassy hills that made up the border between her family's land and his adopted family's. He walked with grace--purpose. His blond hair was slicked back, not a single strand out of place. His eyes, which she could just make out from this distance, were a sharp gold. Eyes she prayed and prayed would turn her way to gaze upon her trembling form.

He was her salvation. Elise felt this in her gut. 

She knew he would keep death far, far away from her soul.

And her soul also knew, without even having to speak with him, that he would only grow stronger and stronger. So strong no man on this earth could ever dare to challenge him and Elise needed that protection. 

As Elise watched this god-like boy disappear over the grassy hills she made a vow to herself. 

Elise vowed that she would do anything for him--be anything. As long as she had his protection, she would be his.

Elise Pendleton vowed she would be Dio Brando's one and only love.

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