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ambyandony · 11 months ago
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What am I s’posed to do without you…
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vamp1re-b1tes · 1 year ago
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mh au sage
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bayfuzzball7050 · 30 days ago
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Frankenstein's Monster Okuyasu 🗣🔥
FRANKENOKU COMING RIGHT UP! FEAT. CRAZY SCIENTISTS JOSUKE ‼️‼️
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Higashikata’s monster?
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I know this isn’t how the story goes, but what I’d Okuyasu died and Josuke kinda went crazy about it and has fixed him a thousand times when he starts getting putrid and has been trying to find a a way to revive him for years until he noticed that what he needed wasn’t a stand but science
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tskmartinsen666 · 7 months ago
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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 5 months ago
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🧚‍♀️ Anon
Do you know the Story of the Spider and the Fly? (It’s so perfect and creepy, I read it when I was a kid)
Yandere Drider Dio tries to trick and woo Darling into entering his Parlor (Darling is a Butterfly Hybrid or a Human)
Darling doesn’t fall for any of Dio’s tricks or seductions as she knows he’ll only eat her
However Dio ends up becoming wooed by Darling instead and has a different kind of hunger now
Dio finally has Darling in his clutches as he wraps her in his webs, only he intends to keep her in his home as his mate not his dinner like all his countless past victims
Dio has breeding on his brain
Dio would be a Golden Silk Orb-Weaver (Even his webbing would be gold colored!) and his webbing in incredibly strong
Ooh I like it, I think darling would be a blue morpho butterfly. Pretty blue and black wings that dio thought would make pretty decorations in his den after he devours her. I had to write a short little story for this.
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Warning: dismemberment
"Will you come inside my palor dear? for I have many treasures inside" the golden drider spoke in such a sultry tone.
"No I shall not, for I hear rumors that none come out alive" you replied with a smile, hovering just out of the driders reach. For you knew no fancy name would ever fool you, it was his den and he was surely trying make you his next meal.
That wasn't a response he'd heard before. Most either came in or rushed away. Yet you dangled yourself just out of his grasp. He wanted to devour you and pluck of your pretty blue wings to decorate his den like he had with other parts of his victims.
You were taunting him, and he was up for the challenge.
"The rumors are false dear and you must be tired flighing all day, I offer my bed for you to rest" he cooed.
"Oh but I have heard rumor that those who slept in your bed were never to wake again" you continued smugly, you knew he would devour you but you remained out of reach.
"I thank you for offering me your hospitality sir but I must return home now" you told him before flying away. Though it would not be the last time you passed the driders den.
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Dio noticing you were foraging for food and called out to you.
"Dear butterfly I have plenty of food inside, won't you come in and have a bite" he lulled.
"Oh I am quite alright sir, there are rumors of what is inside your pantry and do not wish to see" you replied, still just out of his reach. You were far too proud. You liked the attention and from your hight he was no predator to you.
"Well I guess I shall search else where, good bye sir" you said before leaving him again. You enjoyed playing this game just as much as he did and he had to find out how to best you.
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"Oh how gorgeous your wings are" the other butterflies told you as they showered you in praises and shiny gifts. As you deserved for your precious wings. Staring into your reflection in the water, it was never good enough. Nothing could reflect how beautiful your wings were.
"Oh if only I could see clearly how beautiful they really are" you thought out loud, enough so that Dio heard from where he hid. Oh he had the perfect thing for you, a human mirror he'd taken for himself.
But seeing how much you were revered and how you soaked it up, perhaps weren't too different to him. You played a cute dainty role but in reality you were just as cunning as he was. However he knew now how to lure you in now.
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"Sweet butterfly, you are a wise thing and the blue of your wings puts the sky itself to shame" he flattered you as you flew by. You stopped.
"Is that so sir? I'm very flattered" you said to the drider.
"If only you could look upon your own beauty" he continued.
"I wish I could" you told him ready to make your leave.
"I have something, a stone so smooth and shiny that it perfectly reflects. It's like staring directly at yourself" he told and you stopped again.
You shook your head. No you couldn't, it's a trap and you knew it but it tempted you. Such a thing existed, oh you had to see but you wouldn't.
"You should see for yourself that you are a brilliant gem dear butterfly" he called and you landed on your feet and approached.
He stood aside and let you enter his den and you saw it, you saw yourself so clearly. You walked closer and closer to it before you were snared in a trap.
"You, you tricked me!" You snarled at the drider.
"Oh I did not trick you, all I told you were truths dear" he chuckled as he approached you from behind.
"Now I'll be taking these, for they have kept you away from me for far too long" he said.
"What are you-!" You were cut of by a horrible pain as he tugged at one of your wings.
"No! Stop!" You wailed as you struggled in his web.
"Though they are pretty, they will only be an inconvenience" he said before tearing the first one out.
You were a wailing mess, quite literally being torn away by the thing you cared most about.
"Why not eat me first?! Why must you torture me like this?!" You screamed.
"Oh I do not intend to eat you dear butterfly, I shall take you into my web as my bride" he mused as he made work on the other wing.
Soon enough the second wing was torn and you were left a sobbing mess while he hung them in the entrance way like the pretty decorations they were meant to be.
He then returned to you, spinning his fine silk around you. Oh how arrogant you were mere minutes ago, now a sobbing mess. He took such delight in it as he dragged you deeper into his den.
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missallanious · 1 year ago
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Werewolf Oku n Vampire Josukeee im late on the ‘blr to post this but I figure better late than never lmao
Hopefully more of this au to come 👀
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chaoticshark98 · 1 year ago
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drsugarsweet · 9 months ago
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Holding On To Smoke
Haunted Armor!Polnareff x Reader
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Synopsis: Through a stroke of good fortune, you have been placed in charge of an antique home. The former owners only asked that you kept the relics inside, and you agreed. If only they had mentioned that some of the relics aren't as lifeless as they initially seemed...
TW: Implied character death (not reader’s) Note: reader is GN, no pronouns aside from 'you' are used.
Masterlist ☆。*。☆。
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A/N: Polnareff is SUCH a sad grieving beast, this only felt appropriate for him.
The home that you've come to enjoy for so many months is old, much older than you. It's full of items you're scared to touch for fear of shattering their delicate nature, of spiderwebs that look too beautiful to break and rooms that you haven't even stepped foot into. There simply isn't enough time or motivation for you to cover all of that ground, and yet…
And yet you notice small oddities that you can't fully explain away. There's odd clanking in the halls that sounds far too consistent to be the pipes. After all, they only rattle when you draw water from them. The rooms you frequent are miraculously free of dust even though you haven't had the time to drag out the duster and rags yourself. It’s hard to chalk up the cold and pointed breezes as a simple draft, and you swear you’ve seen something glowing out of the corner of your eye more than once - only to disappear when you actually look at it.
Oh, and you can’t ignore the massive elephant in the room.
More specifically, the massive suit of armor.
Upon first entering the house, it looked like an odd decoration but hardly one you could complain about. Old houses have weird decorations, right? It made you feel like you were walking into a murder mystery set but your attention was so set on moving in that you didn’t think much of it. It looked regal and mysterious enough to make you ponder over its relevance though. The original owners never mentioned it, did they? There’s no plaque to reveal who may have donned it, who it may have shielded or when. You shrug and decide you’ll research it at a later date.
That later date keeps getting pushed further and further back however. The mysterious old house has its fair share of secrets to keep you distracted - a library packed with dusty old books, a kitchen full of secret panels, not to mention the many, many nooks and crannies you weren’t told of. The only times you ponder about the armor again is when you pass its dulled surfaces in the hallway. It isn’t until you finally decide that a heavy cleaning of the home is in order lest your lungs fill with dust bunnies that the armor finally has your full attention.
How does one clean a suit of armor? You’re not sure. I’s not like it’s been in any books that you’ve read before. A wet rag should at least help with removing the dirt and dust, and you assume that the kind of polish used on metal surfaces in your kitchen could work. It’s a large suit and you know you’ll have your work cut out for you, but something draws you in despite the eeriness of the relic. It feels strange. It feels… Melancholic , somehow. Maybe you’re too wrapped up in the idea that this once belonged to someone, that someone could have lived, breathed, died in those iron plates. Maybe it’s the way the chestplate and helmet have engravings of broken hearts on them that tug at your own heartstrings. Whatever the reason, you feel like it’s your obligation to give this old thing one last hurrah in the way of cleaning it up.
As the rag glides across the faded surface and carries away the countless layers of grime, you start to see the former glory restored. The armor truly does look uncared for, though you aren’t surprised given the state of the house. It only spurs you on as more of that gleaming silver comes to light. There’s so many small details to pay heed to; engravings of hearts and chariots must be carefully detailed, and the sections of overlapping plates require a special amount of focus. At the very least there isn’t any corruption or rusting. It takes hours to clean with the occasional break for refreshments in-between, but pulling away from the now clear (albeit dull) suit sends a wave of relief through you. The low evening sunlight streaking through the stained glass windows of the foyer reflects in a beautiful kaleidoscope on the iron. For just a breath, a brief moment… You could almost swear that the suit of armor is glowing.
The moment passes as the clouds of kicked up dust finally force you to sneeze, and when you look at the armor again the glow is gone. It must have been a trick of the light. With that, you nod and set aside the polish to be done the next day. Perhaps the sheer amount of time or the curiosity that you’ve poured into the armor play a role in why you suddenly feel a sense of longing and connection towards the suit, almost as though you’re leaving an old friend. It’s odd, but you shrug the thoughts away and retire to your room for the evening. The next day will surely be brighter.
Downstairs, the darkness of the dusk is broken by a soft glow.
Weeks pass after your restoration of the armor. The oddities start as subtle movements at first. A hand shifts slightly or the helmet seems to perk in the direction of your favorite armchair; the dust settled around the suit’s base is disturbed, or is it just your imagination? As the house becomes cleaner in more miniscule ways, even that starts to make you wonder if it’s all in your head. You only start to think something is up when you come home from work to find the armor set at the foot of the stairs to the second floor, its gauntlets set against the scabbard of its rapier. It’s not like the suit froze when you entered - you’re sure you would’ve heard the clanking, and it’s just a suit, right? If you weren’t constantly swamped with work you’d almost be afraid of the potential haunting. You know it isn’t some mischievous intruder breaking in just to mess with you; the doors and windows are always the same as they were, and it’s not like anything is missing. There aren’t handbooks on how to deal with haunted houses like this and so you stand in the house’s entranceway, eyes glued to the relic posed mere feet away.
It feels like an eternity that you wait with bated breath for something to happen. When it does, there is no loud scream or rush of metal and pain; no ghastly beasts lunge for your throat, and as you stand gaping like a fish out of water, you realize that the movement of the armor is almost unnoticeable at first glance.
The visor of the helmet minutely tilts towards you and you know for a fact that gauntleted fingers twitch at the scabbard’s handle. The gig is up. You take one step back, and the armor jerks to face you further. Another step, and the helmet is facing you fully, its hand never leaving the hilt of the razor sharp rapier. The door is closed and solid against your back and you’re certain that this is where you will die.
The clanging of metal grows closer and closer with each step of the suit of armor. Even behind your eyelids - when did they close? - you can’t miss the icy blue glow painting the backs of your eyelids in dim light. Your eyes peel open just enough to witness the armor come to a still before you in its pale glowing glory. The finger guards on the scabbard have lifted away and now the suit stands before you motionless yet again, its gauntlets stiffly held at its side. The icy terror that initially held you in its grasp melts into mute confusion and unease. Why isn’t it attacking you? What could you have done to inspire this thing’s movement? Or…
Has it always been on the move?
Your racing thoughts are interrupted by another sudden jump from the suit of armor, but this one catches you even more off-guard. In one quick and jerky movement, the suit tumbles down onto one iron poleyn, its other knee bent as it bows its helmet before you. You have no idea what to say, what to do as the massive suit freezes yet again. There’s a moving set of armor in front of you. Holy shit , there’s haunted armor in your house.
For a minute, the two of you stay there in frozen time. The armor doesn’t move but it glows and pulsates with faint blue light. You don’t move aside from the slowing rise and fall of your chest. There’s a tension so palpable in the air that it surely could be cut through like butter with a hot knife, but you have no idea what to do or say to your unexpected housemate.
The first noise to break the room isn’t from you. It starts out so quietly that the rush of blood in your ears drowns it out. Slowly and drenched in uncertainty, a noise no louder than a whisper seems to fill the room. There’s a pause, and then the noise again, and again, growing louder with each confused blink it draws from you. The moment that it grows loud enough to register properly to your ears is the moment that you realize that it’s a voice echoing around you. The voice is hoarse and strangely hollow, but it sounds almost like a man. It echoes again from the suit of armor and you realize that it is speaking to you .
“Please… Give me an order.”
The stunned silence plaguing your voice is hard to break. Break it you do, but only because the tide of questions thrashing against your skull threatens to consume you.
“Who are you?”
Perhaps the right question would be who it - he - was. You begin to regret not looking up the source of the armor sooner. The voice goes silent and the glow swirls in a mesmerizing miasma of dull silver and ice. Whatever haunts this armor seems to form the strongest beneath its chestplate and helmet, and for the briefest of moments you wonder what you would see beneath the visor. As though it can sense your innate curiosity amidst the waves of confusion and fear, the being raises its helmet a fraction as though it were looking at you. The feeling of eyes becomes strong and yet oh so familiar.
“I am Jean Pierre Polnareff. You have laid claim to this land. I pledge my loyalty to you, to protect you and honor your every word.” The helmet drops again and the regal being donned in iron waits ever so patiently for your words. With its hand on its scabbard and that plasmic echo fading in and out like a heartbeat, it truly bears the visage of a noble warrior. 
Okay, what the hell are you supposed to do about this? 
There’s a fucking ghost knight in your house.
After a very rational and intense moment of thinking on the matter, you do the only thing that sounds right when confronted with such a ghostly specter. It doesn’t matter that it hasn’t made a move to harm you. You reach behind you, feeling around until you can grab the doorknob to the front entrance. You throw open the heavy door before hauling ass into the chilly night air, refusing to look back once lest the point of a rapier be the last thing you see.
You’ll find a hotel or stay with a friend for now. There’s no way in hell that you’re going back to your house, no way that you’re reenacting some stupid horror movie scene.
You go back to the house two days later.
Maybe it’s the twinge of pain in your shoulder and neck from sleeping on an uncomfortable futon. Maybe it’s the reminiscing that you’ve had time to do on the whole matter. You’ve never felt unsafe in the house; melancholy, sure, pensive if you stood in the right spot. You never felt afraid though, so why is the memory of the one that called himself Polnareff lingering in your mind?
The old home looms over you as the gray skies threaten to douse you in rain. Despite the being that you know lurks inside, the building itself doesn’t feel ominous. It feels like a rundown old manor and you can’t come up with a good reason to avoid going in any longer. The stone steps are slick beneath your shoes and with a mighty groan, the door swings forward into the foyer.
You aren’t really sure what you expected. Images of torn tapestries and broken mirrors came to your mind at first, like a raging beast rampaging in a bout of anger. The light of the day floods the foyer, and you breathe a sigh of relief to see that there is no such damage. As a matter of fact… There is no sign of the suit of armor at all. It isn’t at its base in the middle of the foyer. You know you should be on high alert, but the lack of surprises lulls you ever so slightly.
It feels silly to call out for another person in your own house, so you decide to take your chances and look around instead.
The den is free of the suit. You find yourself oddly disappointed.
The kitchen likewise lacks any spectral beings, and so too does the rest of the first story.
The memory of the first time that you saw the armor moving towards the staircase comes to mind, and your eyes travel up and along the mahogany banister towards the silent second story. If there were anywhere that your unassuming houseguest would be, you have a strong suspicion of its intended destination.
The doors to the library creak open as you peer inside and to your unexpected relief, a flash of iron catches your eyes. You push further in to be greeted by the broad, shining form of the suit of armor. Its helmet has tilted slightly back as though to acknowledge you but it has not moved. That glow remains but it is more dull than last time, the colors barely touching the dusty books and desk it stands in front of. That acknowledgment is all that you need and you take a deep breath of the stale air.
“I’m… Sorry. Sorry for how I acted last time. I wasn’t expecting you and I was scared, so I ran.” It’s an apology you never felt that you would make, but it feels wrong to leave things as they were. This thing has likely been here longer than you have been alive; the aura of sadness and mournful longing around it tinges your heart in a way you never expected.
The armor turns to look at you further with a set of clangs and you catch a glimpse of what its broad form was hiding. You haven’t had time to get a good look at the library beneath all of the blankets of dust, but the crest hanging on the wall is one you don’t recognize. The symbols of hearts and horse-drawn chariots bear a striking resemblance to the engravings on the knight’s armor. You startle as you realize that the very same insignia was on the paperwork that you signed to properly take ownership of this house.
The suit turns fully to face you and you swallow down your nerves. This could either go really well or really poorly based on how good you are at offending ghosts.
Its visor tilts to one side, then the other. It takes a step forward, and this time you stay where you are willingly rather than freezing in fear. Another step is taken. Another. By the time that your distorted face is reflected in the large breastplate of the armor, you realize just how cold the room has gotten around you. That visor leans down to look at you and you look up into it as icy tendrils of mist curl from beneath the edges. When the gauntlets reach up and towards you, it’s a miracle that you don’t feel fear. All that you feel is the strong wave of melancholy that you first felt upon stepping into this house, and you wonder just what this soul has suffered to exude such strong feelings of sadness.
The gauntlets do not reach for you, though they do briefly cradle your own hands in chilled metal before continuing upwards. The guarded fingers come to rest at the edges of the visor. Tendrils of ghostly energy curl at the iron knuckles, and it freezes like that. It’s as though it’s waiting for your order. With a flashback to the last meeting, you blink away crystals of iced tears that you didn’t even realize had appeared and answer its unspoken question.
“Show me your face. I want to see the knight of this house.”
You aren’t sure what to expect. There are no rules that could have prepared you, no pictures or carvings or films. The glide of the visor up and into the iron helmet is silent as it reflects the light. Whoever this man was, he is nothing like you expect, and that’s a pity because he is refined and elegant and somber in the way that only a lost soul can be.
Your hand shakes as you reach towards the visor. Crystals of ice gather on your fingertips as your eyes roam over the misty face of the man that once was. Sad eyes like faded seaglass stand out amidst shadows of sharp cheekbones and shroud-like silver hair that dances like spider silk in the wind. He speaks of tragedy and heartbreak without saying a word, and the brush of your fingers on the frigid iron of his helmet finally breaks what fear remains in your heart. 
“You’ll protect me?” The words are barely a whisper, but you don’t have it in you to speak any louder.
The ghost - Polnareff - nods. Somber as he may be, you swear that the corner of his lips turns up for just a moment. That air of melancholy lifts ever so slightly from your heart, the glow of the being before you so much more vivid than before.
“I swear to you, as is my purpose. You’ll never be alone.”
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enthusedbambi-jjba-au · 6 months ago
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Monster AU - Risotto Nero research notes
You weirdos really wanted me to try and study this guy. It’s… been interesting! Here’s what I have:
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[A paper of notes about Risotto Nero. The paper has tape in various places.]
[On the left side:]
Risotto Nero
he/him (I think)
At least 6'5" by my estimate (I'm VERY short so hard to tell)
Leader of "La Squadra" (bunch of assassins. Every time I've tried to infiltrate, catboy catches (:3) on to me.) Human jaw strength is about 7.5 times a cat's. hospital.
Species : Sanguisuge ('vampire') - species unknown
has fangs (yes)
drinks blood (yes)
Non-undead (bleeds normal blood, so he must have been born like this).
Not P.C.S (Pop Culture Standard)—no weakness to garlic, can be in direct sunlight (though he seems to prefer not to be) and no weakness to religious affects despite being Catholic aligned—can tell he's Italian-born.
I know he drinks blood because I’ve seen him do it. seems to have keen senses. I’m sure this isn’t surprising but I can’t get close enough to tell if he’s warm- or cold-bodied. he could be a half-vampire. They’re usually more likely to be warm-bodied despite still having poor circulation. They often don’t have to drink blood, but the craving is stronger, especially if they don’t give in often. They also tend to drink more at one time than full vampires since they tend not to satiate themselves as regularly… he drinks a lot of blood when he does drink it.
[There's an illustration depicting one of Risotto's eyes. The 'whites' are black, and the irises are bright red, and the pupils—also black—appear slit, like a cat's.]
Eyes are black sclerae and pupils with very bright red irises—glowing, I think.
Stand: "Metallica"
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! A SANGUISUGE WITH A BLOOD-BASED STAND ABILITY??! ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING!? HOW DO I KNOW WHAT'S STAND AND WHAT'S SPECIES RELATED!?!?
Update: its not blood based so much as its iron based but he uses blood as a source of iron which still makes things complicated for me to figure out. range seems to be a 5-10m radiu [The writing trails off at the end. There's a lot of blood on the corner of the page.]
[On the right side:]
Maybe in his 20s? Short of directly asking, I don't think there's a way I can pinpoint for sure.*
[There's an unfinished rushed illustration of Risotto Nero.]
My memory isn't the best and he uses invisibility a lot so I can rarely see him long enough to draw him from observation...
Will he show up in a photo? I don't think cameras use silver anymore!!
[There’s a partially-ripped photo of Risotto Nero, in dark lighting, presumably in the process of using his Stand, taped to the page. There's blood splattered over the photo. Frantic writing at the bottom of the photo reads "I PICKEDA A BAD SPOT TO STAND IN"]
he does show up in photos!! thank god for camera zoom haha...
*Vampires are known for looking fairly young, due to abnormal physical aging tendencies. Turned vampires usually stop aging once Turned, since they’re undead. Born sanguisuges like this guy can vary—some hit a certain point where they just stop “getting older”, and some age very slowly once they hit puberty. I heard someone say that the slow aging owes to vampires’ typical poor circulation—what?? Do you know what aging is? Yes, vampires tend to have poor circulation if they have any circulation at all, but the poor circulation contributes mostly to cold skin (and infertility, I think) like it does in humans. And for the record, they don’t drink blood to compensate for a lack of blood in their own bodies because, in case you’ve forgotten, that’s not how bodies work. Blood consumption does not affect the consumer’s own blood in any significantly direct way. ]
Guess it must be lucky to be a sanguisuge whose job is offing people… he’s hard to get close to because I usually catch him when he’s uh. You know. Doing his job.
He still hasn’t realised I’ve been tailing him though! I… I think. Like with his age, short of asking him directly, I can’t really be sure, and as I’m sure is obvious, that’s not really a good idea.
if anyone has any questions or insight… go ahead?
I could use any info.
~Bambi
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atomicinsantiy · 5 months ago
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MONSTER INFECTION AU JBBA!! PT 1
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Josuke Higashikata
Gender: Make
Age: 16 yrs
Morph: Goat-Rex
Transformation: SUCCESS
Notes: 30 FT high, 46 FT long, weights 12 T. Covered in armor that is as tough as diamonds. Has conjoined horns. Saliva acts as a anti venom and antibiotic. Has a star shaped scar on shoulder, meaning he's protected by the Speedwagon Foundation. Has a large scar on his tail that he got from fighting Okuyasu for the first time.
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- Josuke chilling with some goats
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ambyandony · 11 months ago
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The most interesting camera angle I have ever drawn successfully. Did you know that fucked up shit happens when a holy aura intersects an infernal one
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dark-side-blog3 · 11 months ago
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Hear me out. Hear me out. Harpy Narancia but he is a magpie. Not a smart one I can just see him being very vocal.
Just constantly hopping around and cawing at his darling, I don't think he would probs have the brain for learning any human language but I can see him always trying to talk to his darling.
He probably would bring them shiny things like watches still attached to some poor persons arm that walked too close to his nest. Thinking hes being romantic or something showing his mate a new shiny thing for them and there dinner for the night.
Speaking of the nest I can imagine that it is a mess. All his trinkets just thrown around on the floor. Bones and rotten flesh just kind of left around with no really clear sleeping space just scraps of fabrics and his own feathers thrown in corners kind of.
At least he's darling will a thing to do while being there, trying to make that hell hole of a nest some what live able.
I gotchu blue. Bitches love blue.
The filth of Narancia's nest really seems like something advantageous-- if you don't wanna touch rotting flesh or the maggots infesting the corpses of hikers and rescue teams that came for you, you could always cuddle him! He won't let you touch the gross stuff if you cling to him like he clings to you :)
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foodlesoodlesdoodles · 6 months ago
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DOODLEDUMP
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the-illiterate-pirate · 1 year ago
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Congrats on 1000 followers! How about some monster fucking headcanons with were Wes?
K so my brain blocked out the "were" part of this ask but uh idrc so I'm giving you werewolf Weather along with some of my other favorite monster imagines because it's my boyfriend and I get to do whatever I want w him thanks
1k special post! Still going btw! Send me requests so I don't have to finish my Blackmore and my Weather Report fics!
Monster boy Weather Report HCs ♡ (NSFW)
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Werewolf!Weather
• He'll be biting shit, getting saliva everywhere. Ofc he licks all of his bites better afterwards as a little apology
• Loves to mount you from behind ♡
• After he's fucked you good and barely conscious he turns into the biggest baby and begs for head/ear scratches. If you indulge him his tail turns into a weapon, so take caution.
• Speaking of his tail... give it a nice, gentle tug. Play with it a little.... he's a shaking mess
• Acts like he's addicted to eating you out and will overstimulate you with his tongue. Same goes for his dick too, obviously, so pick your poison ig
• Even if he's not going through a rut, or hadn't transformed yet, he's so easy to turn on, just grab his tail, itch behind the ears, give him some belly rubs, and he's immediately turned on.
• He's soo fucking hairy oh god
• Let's out the biggest "Awoo" when he comes inside you
Minotaur/Bull hybrid!Weather
• This bitch will fuck you on every surface he can; barn wall, a truck, literally anywhere there's no out of bounds.
• His fav position is to hold you up and bounce you on his cock because he likes to show off how strong he is.
• He's a rather gentle dom, but he has moments where he'll fuck you rough, it's mostly spurred on by jealousy
• He can get soo possessive over you if you spend too much time with the other farm monsters. But dw he'll fuck you good to remind you who your mate is
• He's a rescue from a breeding barn, so... due to his history his cock is pretty sensitive. He's a mooing mess if you try to give him head.
• That being said... would you even be able to fit that thing in your mouth? It's huge ... maybe just use your tongue so you don't pop your jaw out of socket. Yeah. He likes it like that, anyway.
• His tits are huge, but they're just for show. Dw he's got a different special milk you can have instead 😏😏
• He'll cum buckets inside you, then use his cock to plug you up. He'll stay like that for hours if he's got to. EVEN IF YOU CAN'T GET PREGNANT, HE WILL FORCE YOU TO STAY LIKE THAT FOREVER
• When I tell you to use his horns to steer him deeper into eating you out, I MEAN IT. HE THINKS IT'S HOT
Naga!Weather
• Hey, did you know snakes have TWO
• Double the pp double the cum. It gets everywhere
• Double penetration is almost a must, he can be persuaded into only using one. But are you really not going to let him keep both of his dicks warm?
• He likes to wrap you up in his tail while he fucks you. Don't ask how it works it just does
• LOOK I'M NOT INTO VORE BUT I'M JUST SAYING... LET HIM PUT SHIT IN HIS MOUTH
• Likes to use his tongue to tease you
• I don't think a snake tongue would feel too good... but he's eager to please
• Don't worry the teeth are retractable
• Speaking of which 😏😏😏 no gag reflex
• I'm running out of ideas but hell yeah snake sex
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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 4 months ago
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🧚‍♀️ Anon
Yandere Jotaro!Medusa x Blind!Darling x Yandere Emperor DIO
Darling and Jotaro have been friends since childhood, however Darling is blind so she doesn’t realize that Jotaro is a mythical creature a Gorgon (Along with his mother and family) so her family think that ‘Jotaro’ is an imaginary friend since he would hide when others came near (This is when they were children)
When they got older, Darling refused to marry Emperor DIO so he sentenced her to become the next sacrifice for the monster, unless she changes her mind
She refuses to marry DIO because of how much he overtaxed her village and wants nothing to do with him
So imagine her surprise to find out her friend IS the monster and he’s pleased that his bride was given to him on a silver platter (As his other option was to attack her village)
I was suddenly struck with my Mythology obsession and I’m currently plagued with mythology ideas, I kinda went crazy with this so I want to hear what you think
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Ok. So darling got lost in the forest as a child only to be found by Holly. She tells her that she can offer her safety as a horrible storm is approaching but she must by no means open her eyes. So Holly leads her back to the den and offers her food and shelter.
She tries to get an idea of where darling came from. Darling explains that she's blind but she knows there is an obelisk on the outskirts.
Knowing she's blind she allows her to open her eyes and even play with her own son. Very early in the morning she guides darling towards her home town before telling her to keep going straight as it is too dangerous for her to go any further.
Darling come back to the forest regularly to meet with Holly's son Jotaro. They would play but the moment another person came he would disappear. Until one day as teenagers he never came.
Shortly after darling would begin working with her family. Years later she would catch the eye of the Emperor, Dio. Most despised him for how he ran the kingdom. Darlings family's business was struggling and the emperor took advantage of that.
He offered her family riches beyond their wildest dreams as a dowry for her hand. She refused. Knowing it was far too good to be true and tells him she would never marry him under any circumstance.
So he asks her that again as she's bound down to stone in the nearby woods. Being offered as a sacrifice to the beasts that lurked. She's still firm on her stance and he leaves her to die. If he couldn't have her then no one would.
Later she feels a presence and calls out to them.
"What have you gotten yourself into?" A deep voice asked.
"I refused to marry the emperor, so he tied me to this rock so that I'd be eaten" she replied earning a slight chuckle from the man.
"You're stubborn as always (Y/n)" they comment. There was only one person you knew that called you stubborn.
"Jotaro, is that you?" She nearly exclaims as he starts cutting at the ropes.
After freeing her he would take her back to the den. Holly is surprised to see her son brought a lady home even more so that is the girl she saved all those years ago. She's quick to assume he's picked her as a mate but he denies it, even though he's wanted her to be for years.
He's really protective of darling now that she's back in his life. He does however let her return to her town once so that she can ease her parents. However another person sees her and Dio finds out and is quick to search for her.
It takes a while for darling to find out that Jotaro along with his mother are Gorgons but she isn't afraid as they've saved her life twice.
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missallanious · 1 year ago
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He's just so babygirl 😔💅
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