#rohan kishibe one shot

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Hello everyone! I decided to make a masterlist to make it easier to browse through my account <3 Enjoy

Part 1

- speedwagon cute scenario

- insane in the brain - Jonathan Joestar (NSFW)

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Part 2

- caeser zeppeli x pillar woman

- baby…s? - caeser zeppeli (NSFW)

- please! - joseph joestar (NSFW)

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Part 3

- Jotaro Kujo scenario

- good cop bad cop - polnareff (NSFW)

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Part 4

- “would you still love me if i was a worm?” with the duwang gang

- Rohan Kishibe and Bruno Bucciarati romantic headcanons

- baking with each duwang gang member

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Part 5

Bucci gang

- F!reader confronts bucci gang for always making her seduce the enemies instead of fighting

- Karaoke with each bucci gang member

- each bucci gang member walking in on their partner trying to become a super saiyan

- drunk confessions on each bucci gang member

- bucci gang headcanons

- “i could kiss you rn!” with each bucci gang member

- bucci gang members react to reader calling them husband

- bucci gang members getting a boner bc of their crush

- bucci gang after making unemotional s/o laugh

- bucci gang with a member who has a creepy doll aesthetic (platonic)

- bucci gang with girlfriend who has big boobs

- bucci gang with a goth reader who has a cute stand

- bucci gang with their s/o clinging onto them because they miss them

- bucci gang react to you impulsively dying your hair bright pink in the middle of the night

- christmas shopping for the bucci gang (M!reader + crush on mista)

- giornos crisis and funny chaos

- bucci gang react to you suddenly confessing

- sudden bucci gang confessions turn extravagant

- bucci gang + trish react to you teasing them with a piece of cake (M!reader)

- bucci gang walking in on you in full vkei makeup

Bruno Bucciarati

- Bruno Bucciarati and Rohan Kishibe romantic headcanons

- bruno bucciarati finds out his shy crush is a former mafia asassin headcanons

- birthday desert - bucciarati (NSFW)

- headcanons of your first time (NSFW)

Narancia Ghirga

- Narancia with an awkward partner headcanons

- narancia ghirga boyfriend headcanons

- narancia as a stay at home dad

- narancia confessing to his shy crush

- narancia as a father general headcanons

- narancia reacts to reader having a stand that compliments his

- narancia and reader cuddling one shot

Guido Mista

- taste test - guido mista (NSFW)

- mista reacts to “if you laugh you’re getting some tonight”

- headcanons of your first time (NSFW)

Leone Abbacchio

- yeehaw! - abbacchio (NSFW)

- headcanons of your first time (NSFW)

- abbacchio walks in on you trying to die your hair (father daughter duo)

Trish Una

- baking disaster with trish una

Pannacotta Fugo

- fugos s/o obsessing over a fugo replica, leading him to get jealous

La Squadra

- la squadra with a goth reader who has a cute stand

- la squadra with a member who has a healing stand that the form of a giant warm blanket

- la squadra react to reader who has a creepy doll stand

- la squadra try a period simulator

Risotto Nero

-risotto with a witch/wizard reader (platonic)

Formaggio

-formaggio and you and karaoke chaos

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Part 6

- Stone Ocean men getting a boner bc of their crush

- Weather report bf headcanons

- Tethered by Fate - jolyne cujoh WLW story

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Part 7

- the big three - gyro x johnny x reader (NSFW)

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General

- each jojo walking in on you trying their clothes

- trying makeup on the jobros

- jobros react to “if you laugh you’re getting some tonight”

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Request Rules

I don’t have any strict rules for requests, but I don’t write smut (unless I feel like it, so if you request smut and I don’t respond I apologize), I do write NSFW headcanons/scenarios, but the scenarios don’t lead to anything, also no yandere! Also if my bio says request open then no need to ask if I’m taking requests <3 Have fun with the asks! :P (I apologize if I don’t respond quickly to your requests, I won’t always be able to do that, so please be patient! I frequently get busy with my day to day chores so responding to requests will take time, I am sorry in advance for any delays)

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In which you take your boyfriend to a party and he gets jealous of your friends

Ft. Caesar Zeppeli, Joseph Joestar, Rohan Kishibe, Jotaro Kujo, Dio Brando, Jonathan Joestar

Warnings: Slightly suggestive. Mentions of alcohol. Google translated Italian. Gender neutral reader. Not proofread.

CAESAR ZEPPELI

You stood there, chatting excitedly with your friends about how your week had been. They listened intently and you all spent a good amount of time just exchanging stories over the loud music that was playing from the living room of the house.

You could barely hear them, but you didn’t mind. The environment around you was anything but quiet, which was fair since you were at Joseph Joestar’s party.

It had been hours since it started, and some people were starting to pack up and leave, taking some of the loud buzz with them.

Eventually it began to calm down, and it was just you and your best friend sitting on the couch, enjoying one another’s company in peace.

The two of you continued in your tipsy conversation, giggling frequently as you spoke. It was nice, honestly. Your week had been nothing short of a nightmare, only adding to the amount of stress you were under. So when you found out about Joseph’s party, you immediately decided to take Caesar and head over.

Speaking of Caesar…

The party had been going on for hours and you had yet to see him.

As you were speaking to your friend, you found yourself being interrupted by the feeling of someone’s arms wrapping around your waist.

“Caesar…” You whispered, turning to look at him as he buried his head into your shoulder, kissing at the flesh gently. He looked up and shot your best friend a glare, which resulted in them excusing themselves and leaving the two of you alone.

His grip on you tightened, his back pressing up against your chest as he continued to kiss and bite as your neck.

“Finalmente- siamo soli.”

Finally- we’re alone.

JOSEPH HOESTAR

It was his party and he was out dancing in the living room, drunkly throwing his arms into the air as he moved carelessly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight as you talked to your new friend Caesar, who apparently went way back with Joseph.

The two of you hit it off, especially when you found out that he was an ex of Joseph’s, which meant he had dirt on him that you could use against him later. You actually grew so lost in your conversation with the blond that you tuned out your boyfriend’s drunken dancing.

“So like I was saying- JoJo is a bit of a-“ Caesar began, leading you into the kitchen and away from the noisiness of the living room. You listened intently and contributed to his points, telling him about what your relationship with Joseph had been like so far until-

“Y/N!” The sound of Joseph’s voice rang throughout the kitchen, causing you to jump in surprise as he stormed over towards you. “I sidn’t know Caesarino was h-here!” He slurred his words and threw an arm around your shoulder, shooting a glare at the man before you.

Caesar took that as his sign to leave and did just that, leaving you and your drunk boyfriend alone in the kitchen.

“Y/nnn.” He whined, both of his arms now pulling you close to him as he struggled to stay upright. “Why were you talking to himmmm??”

“Well he and I had some interests, that’s all.” You chuckled slightly but let out a surprised yelp as he put all his weight against you. “Joseph! Get up!” You groaned and forced him to stand up, pouting as you led him back to his bedroom so he could rest.

“But you’re mineee.” He continued to whine as you dragged him, pouting childishly as you walked.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.” You chuckled. Drunk Joseph was always… something else.

“Let me show you.” He whispered, pinning you against the wall of his hallway and trapping you there. He began to attack your neck, leaving sloppy love bites in his wake.

“Please.”

And you just couldn’t tell him no.

ROHAN KISHIBE

He wasn’t much of a ‘party person’, but he figured he’d humor you just this once. He had spent most of the night right by your side, making sure nothing bad happened to you as you drank.

Had you always been this social?

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he did rather like that side of you.

Eventually, you ran off to talk to one of your buddies, and he decided to leave you be. But the sight of you with this friend of yours lit a fire within him. They had a hand on your arm, and seemed a little too invested in what you had to say.

Perhaps you two were just close. He hoped so, even though he didn’t fully understand why.

Since the great Rohan Kishibe doesn’t get jealous of others.

Others get jealous of him.

With an annoyed sigh, he put on a stern expression and walked over to you two. You greeted him with a cheery smile that sent butterflies swirling in his stomach, and it made him feel slightly guilty for what he was about to do next.

He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and forced your lips to collide with his, using your gasp of surprise as the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat and remind you that he was the one that continued to make you feel good.

“R-Roh-“

“We’re leaving.” He grumbled and grabbed your wrist, smirking at how your little friend was nowhere in sight. Your drunken protests fell on deaf ears as he pulled you out of the house and into his car, buckling you up safely and stomping over to his side.

“What was that for-“ He cut you off by smashing his lips onto yours once again, groaning at the taste of alcohol that came from you.

You were in for it now, and you didn’t even know why.

JOTARO KUJO

He couldn’t believe that you thought it would be a good idea to drag him out to a party. Honestly! What in the world was running through your mind?!

But when he saw how much fun you were having, he just couldn’t take it away from you.

So- he resorted to standing in the corner of the, rather large, living room, arms crossed as he watched you dance around aimlessly.

It was all fun and games, until he watched one of your close friends come up and begin to dance with you. They took your hand in theirs and began to jump and sing along with you, their smile just as bright as your own.

The sight sent Jotaro’s heart to his stomach.

What was this feeling bubbling up inside him? Was it jealousy?? Surely not. Jotaro Kujo was known to get jealous every now and then, but over one of your friends?

It made him feel more guilty than anything.

It should be him dancing with you, making you smile and giggle like that. He should be the one out there encouraging you to be yourself while you hop around and scream the lyrics of the song that just came on.

God why did he have to stand over in the corner?

Hesitantly, he walked over to the two of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the side briefly. His heart swelled at the sight of your cheesy grin, which only made him feel worse.

“Y/n.” He started out with a heavy sigh. How was he supposed to tell you he was jealous of your friend? It would ruin your night and he knew it. So… he sucked it up and gave in to the crazy idea that had been bothering him since he saw you go out and dance.

“What’s wrong?” You seemed to sense his inner turmoil, your voice soft and understanding. “Do you need to leave? It’s alright with if you do, I get it.” You made a motion to grab your jacket, but he only pulled you back towards him.

“I want to dance with you.”

Oh wow. Did he really just say that? He had to be kidding… but based on the way he was looking at you, you knew he wasn’t.

You’d ask him about his change of heart later, but decided to give him a peck on the lips and drag him back to the center of the living room.

It was a sweet act on his part, but his eyes betrayed how he really felt.

He was going to take you, and not a single bit of your body would be safe from his wonder working lips.

DIO BRANDO

He’s a slut for a good party and you know it. Nothing can stop him from getting absolutely wasted and enjoying himself in the sea of people. He was practically born to live in the spotlight, so that he’ll do.

Until you drag him home.

Or until he sees you flaunting around with a good for nothing loser that he’s never met before.

Tonight- it was the latter, his eyes laying upon the sight of you talking to a supposed friend of yours that he’s never met.

There was always the possibility that you had met them tonight, but he wasn’t about to hear you out. He knew all of your friends. Every single one of them. And he didn’t care if they liked him or not, so long as he knew them.

He watched in disgust as you laughed at something the stranger said, cringing even further when you placed a hand on their shoulder to steady yourself.

The sight simply enraged him, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but it made his heart throb in agony.

Was he really that bad for you? I mean sure, he was your boyfriend, but he’s never been jealous of someone before and it was really starting to bother him.

“Y/n!” He hissed and grabbed you by your wrist, not even giving you a chance to say goodbye to your friend. “Stop trying to date other people!” His face was close to yours, and his breath reeked of alcohol.

“I’m not?!” You argued, pulling your wrist away from his grasp, only to have him grab it again and lead you out of the house. “Hey! What are you doing?!” You shouted and glared at him as you stood. “Are you at least going to tell me what’s wrong?”

He stopped and looked back at you, his eyes shining with malice and nothing more. He was totally blinded by his rage.

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

And by god he did.

JONATHAN JOESTAR

He’s a gentle giant. Parties aren’t really his thing, but if it makes you happy, then he doesn’t mind a whole lot.

For the most part, it was the two of you and some friends talking by the pool, your feet dangling in the water as you talked. It was relaxing, surprisingly, and Jonathan couldn’t help but rest his head on your shoulder as you talked.

Now, Jonathan isn’t really the jealous type. He never really has been and he doesn’t think he will be.

But there’s just something about Dio sitting beside you that sets him off.

“Hello Y/n darling.” His voice is like silk, smooth in his way to try and seduce you. “JoJo.” He nodded at Jonathan before taking your hand in his and kissing it softly.

“Dio.” You scoffed and pulled your hand away. “I didn’t know you were invited to this party.”

“Of course I was.” He chuckled lowly and smirked. “I’m always invited to these things.”

Jonathan’s arms found their way to your waist, curling around you and holding you close. He lifted his head up and shot a glare at Dio, his gaze unwavering in his resolve. The blond scoffed and left, leaving you and Jonathan alone to enjoy one another’s company.

“You know… Dio is our neighbor…” He started, whispering softly into your ear. “It would be nice if we could ensure that he didn’t get sleep tonight, no?”

“Oh Jonathan.” You chuckled and leaned into him. “I don’t see why not.”

[unistaryo]

A Thousand Souls [Rohan Kishibe x Reader (Oneshot)]

Summary: A mysterious journey to a forgotten place deepens the connection between you and Rohan.

//N/A:

This was inspired by a place near my home, I hope you'll enjoy the fic!!!💖

You did this because you needed a vacation. 

 That’s what you told yourself, at least. It was a good excuse to come with Rohan here, in this place forgotten by the humanity that created it. It looked abandoned, something the gods had forgotten about, letting the unspoken lives they left behind take over. It doesn’t appear on any map, not even old ones. How did Rohan even know how to get here in the first place? That’s a question he refused to answer, yet he was the one who asked you to come with him.

 “So, you’re not doing to tell me how you even know about this forsaken place’s existence?” you looked around, you were currently walking down a dusty road, filled with holes, wide enough for someone to fall and break something if they weren’t paying attention.

 “I found it during my research for my new one-shot” he finally responded observing intently the building you two crossed. “The one about ghouls…. I will let you read it later, promise.”

 “And it took you to Romania from all places? Wasn’t this supposed to be Dracula’s home?” the mangaka turned to you, looking rather pissed but still holding a calmness that characterized your conversations.

 “It is also the birthplace and inspiration for Constantin Brâncuși” You two turned left and started walking towards a wall of trees that didn’t let any clue of what was behind them to be seen. “He was a great artist, and I can see why. Even if this place is far from his hometown I find as beautiful” he then stayed silent for a moment, uttering something that you couldn’t quite comprehend, but it sounded like “but not like you”. No, it must be your mind hallucinating, the Rohan Kishibe would never take a romantic interest in you, you were too plain. Right?

 But still, he was always more interested in what you had to say than he was with other people. He invited you the most to spend time with him, even saying that he loved your presence once, and calling you his muse in front of Koichi. Maybe your thoughts could be wrong for once after all.

 Before you knew it, you two stopped on a metal bridge. It looked like it could fall any second, but this doesn’t seem to disturb Rohan. The man seemed happy, almost excited that you arrived there, switching his gaze between the lake that was moving beneath you and the sky that got darker by second. Just what did he have planned?

 “There are a thousand souls beneath us.” 

 It seemed like a casual thing coming from Rohan, something he said to break the silence for the moment. Except he was right. Just as the moon began to shine, a multitude of eyes appeared in the water and, even if their mouths were hidden, little screams echoed from below. It was astonishing, breathtaking, you felt like your soul left your body for a moment, descending into the astral before facing the river, ready to be lost in it like the rest. 

 “Come back! Earth to (Y/N)!” Rohan screamed, holding you in his arms, his tone seemed scared yet determined. His hand gently took your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You see, this place is cursed, admire what you want, when you want” but don’t let yourself be taken away.  Otherwise, I might have to make you admire only me. Though I don’t mind, I would rather we admire this together. “ 

 You began to feel yourself heat up, he was so close, and his hand moved to the back of your head. Rohan cleared his throat, before muttering something to you. “Plus, we aren’t lost souls,” his face was getting close to you, “we have eachother.” 

 With that, soft lips landed on yours, sealing something a million words can’t.

[thepenguinweeb]

rewatching part four, you say…

*slams metaphorical credit card on table* rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan rohan please i am normal and sane about the manga artist

anyways perchance maybe reader is an assorted background stand user in morioh™️, and Jotaro or Joskue or whomever pair them up to look for things/people that stick out around the town (post shigechi death). Rohan is all like “that’s stupid, I can’t use my stand on every single citizen of morioh” only to be told “that’s fine, y/n can help narrow down the search”

maybe reader with a stand that lets them see auras or something similar. Neither knows what the others stand is or does and they kinda make idle banter about it as they go about the streets searching.

Stuff like “how are you supposed to help narrow this down” “stfu i’ll just tell you who looks suspicious, what are you even gonna do when I do though?” “i don’t want to tell you wtf” and “they wouldn’t have put us together if our stands weren’t benificial” and “you know, if i really wanted, I could just get the information myself (heavens door go brrr) but Im being kind and trying this new thing called ‘consent’”

Chance for comedy bc obviously they’re not gonna find bbg yoshikage, definitely could read one person with a negative vibe and be so shocked/discouraged by what they find after hours of walking that they turn in for the night. Rohan walks reader home, could be flirty as they actually talk about how terrifying heavens door could be (ie: koichi kidnapping)

if you go with the aura thing, maybe also a conversation about what his looks like and what readers first reaction to it was. talking about how well they compliment each other and that it’s no shock they were paired up for the search

idk, idc, go nuts man. the manga artist is hot and i’m not ashamed to admit that. need him. sorry this is so long and informal 😭

[ ♡ Kishibe Rohan x reader ]

[ ♡ When Jotaro pairs you up with an unfamiliar man as your partner to search for clues about a killer living in Morioh, you find an unlikely connection despite his.. less than friendly demeanor. ]

[ ♡ Requested by: anon !! <3 ]

[ ♡ A/N: YES YES I LOVE ROHAN THANK YOU !! DW about the long ask, I cannot emphasize how much I love when people rant in my inbox about their sillies. Anyway I loved this concept smm I hope I did your idea justice !! I kinda might have gone a bit overboard lol I usually don't write this much ]

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Divider by @/cafekitsune !!

You've lived in the quiet town that is Morioh since your childhood. Your life, up to this point had been quite average, to say the least...

Until now, that is.

A few months ago, you'd been shot with a mysterious arrow, which seemed to awaken some kind of strange power within you.

You'd always been good at judging people's characters. It's what being a chronic people-watcher does to a person. Perhaps that's why you could see people's "auras" since the arrow incident.

To be quite honest with yourself, you didn't think much of it. It came in handy a few times, but life went on as normal.

But it seemed life had other plans for you, as not long after your discovery of these powers, you met a man, Kujo Jotaro.

Well.. not so much as met. More like, watched for a few days by him because he caught you using your Stand in public and thought you were an enemy.

But, you've cleared your name since then and became loosely accquainted with a group of people who were all Stand users, much like yourself.

All was well in Morioh.. you thought so, anyway.

Oh, but poor Shigechi.

It was Josuke who informed you of his death. You were just as struck as everyone else, despite not knowing the boy personally.

He didn't deserve to die.

And so, an investigation began. Clearly, there was something going on in Morioh, way bigger scale than what the group initially expected.

But nothing came back. You asked about it every day, to see if anyone had any news, but nothing. All you could be sure about was the fact that a killer was lurking in Morioh.. who was, also, most definitely a Stand user.

Just then, you got a call from Jotaro. He told you to meet him at a certain address. And don't be late.

You honestly didn't know what to expect. Despite its unlikeliness, deep down you hoped it was only good news - that they somehow found the killer and had him arrested, so Morioh would return to normal.

That, of course, wasn't the case.

You arrived at the location quite soon, as it was not too far from your own home. The address took you to a nice-looking house, though you weren't exactly sure why Jotaro wanted to meet you at a random house.

You spotted Jotaro immediately. Not a hard task, considering the man was 190 cm and wore a huge white coat at all times.

But then, next to him was another man, unknown to you. You know you've seen his face before.. more than once, too. Yet you still couldn't put it together..

"Y/N. Good. You're here." Jotaro nodded once you approached.

"Right. So, uh.." you made a point to glance at the other man, who you noticed was staring at you trough a sharp gaze.

"Kishibe Rohan." He extended his hand toward you, his eyes almost piercing trough your soul with the intensity. You had to wonder if he was always like that, or if he just didn't trust you.. perhaps both.

"Y/N L/N.." you took his hand for an awkward handshake. Then, something seemed to click in your mind. "Wait- Kishibe Rohan. Like, the mangaka?"

"That would be me, yes."

In hindsight.. Koichi did mention something in passing about knowing Kishibe Rohan, 'the greatest mangaka alive' personally..

You smiled, hoping some banter would eventually ease him up. But just as you were about to reply, Jotaro cut you off.

"The reason you're here," he began, "is because I have a job for you both."

Both you and Rohan raised an eyebrow at that.

"You have been informed of all that has happened recently, correct?"

You nodded in confirmation.

"I want you to work together to find anyone or anything suspicious. Whatever you can find. At this point, anything could be a clue."

A small silence filled the air as you stared at the tall man. You weren't against the idea of working together with Rohan, even if you didn't know him too well. The mangaka, however..

"You must be joking, Jotaro." He crossed his arms as he turned his head to look at the other man. "Surely you don't expect me to use my Stand on everyone in Morioh?"

"Of course not," Jotaro replied in his usual tone. "That's what Y/N is here for."

You could almost feel yourself wanting to sink into the ground at the harsh glance Rohan gave you.

But, after a few minutes of convincing, he eventually was dragged out by Jotaro agreed.

An extremely awkward silence hung about as the two of you trekked trough the streets. You kept your Stand activated at all times, but so far nobody had caught your attention. Though.. you had to admit, Rohan's aura was quite unique. Perhaps it was the simple fact that he was a Stand user, but his aura was more.. powerful, more confident, more defining than the average person.

"So." It was him who broke the silence first. "How, exactly, are you supposed to be of any help?"

You glanced at him, not appreciating his condescending tone. "It's simple. I'll tell you who's suspicious and who's not." You raised an eyebrow. "And what are you supposed to be doing?"

The man scoffed in response. "As if I would tell you about my Stand."

You rolled your eyes at his attitude. "Jotaro paired us up for a reason." Your lips curved into a small grin. "What, are you this insecure about your abilities?"

Rohan glared at you, even more intensely than before. He gave you the kind of look that told you if consequences weren't a thing, he'd have strangled you by now.

"Shut your mouth," he replied. "I don't need you for this job, you know. I could always do it on my own. You should be grateful you even have this opportunity."

You let out a long sigh and clutched your temple. It would be a long day if it kept on going like this..

The sun was beginning to dip in the sky above you. You'd been wandering the streets of Morioh since the morning, and so far, nothing.

"Ughh.." you heard Rohan quietly groan beside you. "Are you sure your Stand works perfectly? You seriously haven't seen anything at all yet?"

You gave the man a pointed glare upon hearing his doubts. "Of course it works," you snapped back.

"Then how come we haven't found a single suspicious person yet? Morioh isn't such a big town." He sighed. "Maybe you should get better at judging people."

"Ah, yes, I should be more like you, huh? Be judgemental to everyone who I think is below me."

You could tell Rohan was about to clap back with some witty comment, but you suddenly stopped in your tracks, so he did the same.

You focused on a certain person whose aura was different from the rest.

"That one." You pointed a finger at them.

Thankfully, for once Rohan decided not to be a pain in the ass and actually cooperate. As soon as you pointed the person out, he summoned his own Stand.. it was smaller than you expected from someone with an aura like his, but alas.

"Heaven's door!"

Rohan, with a simple drawing, somehow knocked the person out.. and turned their body into a book?

Definitely looked weird and gross.

"..that's your Stand?"

"Shut it."

Rohan began to flip trough the pages, his expression less and less positive with each passing paragraph.

After a couple minutes, he let out a long, defeated sigh. "Definitely not who we're looking for."

"Are you gonna let me read it too, or..."

The man rolled his eyes and let you have a look. But, to your disappointment, he was right. There was nothing noteworthy about them, there was no chance they were the killer.

You let out a sigh aswell and stepped back. You saw Rohan briefly scribble something into the book, then close it up.

"Let's go," he muttered. "We've been wandering for long enough. We can just tell Jotaro we haven't found anything."

You nodded in defeat and followed behind him as the two of you walked back toward his house.

"Well.. now that you know what my Stand does, it's only fair you tell me about yours too." Rohan spoke on your way back. "Isn't that right?"

"I suppose.." you replied. Even though you were reluctant to share at first, in a strange way, the two of you seemed to bond trough the day, even if you kept insulting and hating on each other.

"My Stand is called [Stand name]. It basically allows me to see people's auras, and get a feeling of their character," you explained.

"Hm.. I see." He was quiet for a while, most likely deep in thought. "So, what about mine?"

You tilted your head to the side. "You want to know what your aura is like?"

He nodded.

"Well, it's.. bold, powerful. Definitely stands out. It's proud and shameless. Like you."

You didn't even notice the small smile that grew on your face while you spoke. But Rohan definitely did, which only gave him an ego boost, it seemed.

"Is that so?" He questioned.

You nodded in response. "It was a little intimidating at first, to be honest," you muttered. "But you're not so scary. Just.. annoying."

He huffed at your answer and rolled his eyes in a dramatic motion, not missing the way you giggled at it.

"Heaven's Door can be frightening, I'll have you know," he replied, almost sounding defensive.

"Hm, well.. I guess it is pretty horrible to have your memories read, or taken out, or altered.." you pondered on that for a moment. "Your Stand is too powerful."

Rohan just grinned, not at all insulted. "Only the best for the best."

You stifled another sigh at his arrogant behaviour. You've gotten used to it by the course of that day.

"But.." he continued, his tone changing to a more serious one again. "I do see why Jotaro paired us up now." He looked at you. "Our Stands do work nicely with each other. Wouldn't you agree?"

You gave him a smile and nodded. "Yeah. In an investigation like this, especially."

Soon, the two of you arrived back to his home. It was dark by then, but you didn't mind.

"Well, today was.." you began,

"Exhausting," Rohan finished the sentence for you. "Horrible and exhausting."

"Yeah.. that." You chuckled. "But.. honestly, it was better than I expected." You tapped your chin. "Could've been worse.. especially since you were involved."

He narrowed his eyes at you. "Hey. What's that supposed to mean?"

"Pfft.." you stifled another chuckle. "I'll let you figure it out by yourself. Since you're so smart."

Rohan just glared at you in silence for a moment before shaking his head and giving up. "You're hopeless."

Your grin widened in amusement. Oh, was it easy to rile the poor man up.. you didn't feel too bad about it though.

Suddenly, he took out his notebook and wrote down something. He tore the page out and handed it to you without a word. Taking one look at it, you could tell clearly it was a phone number.

"We should keep in touch during the investigation," he said. "I don't believe you have my phone number yet."

"Now I do," you said with a smile. "Thank you."

He simply hummed in reply and muttered a barely audible 'no problem'.

"You better head home now," he told you. "I've seen too much of your face for today."

You wanted to take the insult to heart, but all you could do was giggle at it. "As if that was a problem."

"Get out."

"You're no fun.." you complained, but you did as he wished and turned around. "I'll call you if I find out anything, yeah?"

"Right," Rohan agreed. "Same goes for me."

You waved at each other and parted ways. The night suddenly felt a lot colder and more quiet without Rohan's annoying, yet admittedly somehow endearing presence.

The day might've been way too long, and not even successful. But hey. At least you made a connection with someone.

[darkst4lker]

(𖤐) REQUESTS (drabbles, one-shots) / open

— I WRITE: romance, smut, fluff, angst, things that involve vampirism, death, murder or blood and violence, supernatural creatures (fairies, vampires, etc) and you can suggest things that aren't on this list.

— I DON'T WRITE: anything that transgress basic criteria to a legal extent (rape/pedophilia/zoophilia) nor anything eschatologic don't waste your time leaving those requests because i will delete them. i also don't write anything that involves dom!reader regarding smut.

— list of characters and series (you can suggest more):

⌗ LOTR/THE HOBBIT: thranduil, legolas, bilbo, arwen, galadriel, aragorn, boromir.

⌗ HARRY POTTER: harry potter, hermione granger, draco malfoy, sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, lily evans, luna lovegood, regulus black, bellatrix lestrange, narcissa malfoy, lucius malfoy, severus snape, poly!marauders x reader, poly!marauders + lily x reader, drarry x reader, wolfstar x reader, slytherin!harry.

⌗ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: damon salvatore, elena gilbert, katherine pierce, (im currently watching so when i get to know klaus and elijah better they will be probably added.)

⌗ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: daenerys targaryen, daemon targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen, shiera seastar, rhaenys I targaryen, visenya tararyen, aegon targaryen "the conqueror", poly!conquerors, viserys targaryen III, jon snow, robb stark, melisandre, ned stark, cersei lannister, jaime lannister, alicent hightower, gwayne hightower, aemond targaryen.

⌗ THE BOYS: soldier boy, homelander, starlight, queen maeve, billy butcher, firecracker.

⌗ FOUNDATION: cleon, literally any cleon.

⌗ BALDURS GATE 3: astarion ancunin.

⌗ IWTV: lestat de lioncourt (2022 & 1994), louis de point du lac (1994, bc that version is bi), claudia (2022), madeleine éparvier (2022), daniel molloy (2022).

⌗ THE WALKING DEAD: rick grimes, daryl dixon, lowkey shane walsh (and probably negan when i get to s6-s7), maggie rhee, michonne.

⌗ STAR WARS: anakin skywalker, padme amidala, leia organa, luke skywalker, han solo.

⌗ MARVEL: loki laufeyson, tony stark, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, dr strange, deadpool, charles xavier, pietro maximoff, valkyrie (brunnhilde), peter parker (andrew garfield).

⌗ CASTLEVANIA: alucard, trevor belmont, sypha belnades, vlad dracula tepes, carmilla.

⌗ JJBA: jotaro kujo, kakyoin noriaki, dio brando, kishibe rohan, josuke higashikata, joseph joestar, caesar zeppeli, jonathan joestar, bruno bucciarati, jolyne kujo.

⌗ KUROSHITSUJI: sebastian michaelis, claude faustus, soma asman kadar, grell sutcliff, mey-rin, undertaker, beast, joker.

⌗ DEATH NOTE: light yagami, l lawliet, misa amane.

[garak]

demon twinks in media:

pariston hill

rohan kishibe

sai from naruto

caesar zeppelli

arcade from xmen

feyd rautha

piter de vries

marik ishtar

freed delphine

tom paris

the spider guy from hazbin hotel

spiderus

the blonde guy who shot lazers from his belly button in bnha

enrico pucci

the joker (in many if not most versions)

the riddler (in some versions)

iceman (retroactively)

revolver ocelot (mgs3 only)

who did i miss comment down below because i know im missing some obvious ones that are escaping me atm

[inkpot909]

Rohan Kishibe Falling for an Assistant!Reader

↳ Reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral. Reader is in college and not a stand user.

A/n: ‘roHan KisHibE wOuLd nEveR hiRe an asSissTant-‘ Rohan Kishibe loses in fights against teenagers. He’s been famous since the age of sixteen; there’s no way he can even do the dishes properly.

Warning(s): Swearing.

Rohan Kishibe began the process of finding a personal assistant not a year after Yoshikage Kira’s death.

Not too long before, the idea of hiring an assistant was one the mangaka would openly mock. Him? Needing assistance? Not a chance. His work ethic is unreal; able to disregard what other artists would consider as valuable help. The Great Rohan Kishibe works solo at every opportunity and everyone ought to know it.

Although his reputation to many of the people around him can be rocky, one would be hard pressed to find anyone with the opinion that he needed an assistant at all.

However, the kind of aid he sought was, for lack of a better term, a glorified maid.

The Kishibe resident itself is big enough to comfortably home a family of five, and Rohan famously lives by himself. And completing tasks associated with home ownership had always been a big pain in the ass to the artist. Too much of his time was wasted on ‘unnecessary’ trivials (things others would describe as regular adult responsibilities).

Not only does he lose precious work time to maintaining a house, but also to grocery shopping, sending messages to his editors, and even cooking.

In short, he independently searched for someone to take care of his home and busybody tasks on the regular. Releasing an ad, he felt confident that he’d find someone. Even if the job itself turns a handful away, a generous payload would be sure to entice a fair amount of people.

Trudging through resume after resume, interview after interview, Rohan eventually came across you.

A young college student, taking a small yet steady stream of classes. Your resume was average to many your age, but stood out to him for other reasons. Namely, your application was well-written and to the point (something he had increased appreciation for at that stage in the interviewing process). Not only that, but the specific experiences you have had in the workforce was good insensitive as well. The final nail in the coffin was a general feeling of honesty pooling from your written words. Judging by how it was written, he could sense genuine realness. In short, you didn’t bullshit.

Amidst your educational endeavors, you searched tirelessly for a stable income. Spotting Kishibe’s ad, you resolved it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. And as fate would have it, you were contacted in order to set up an interview.

Unsure of what to expect, you dressed yourself up and swallowed your nerves. The interview itself was to take place at a tiny coffee shop in Morioh Cho and you were thankful for the short trip.

Meeting one another at the agreed time, Rohan’s character quickly confused the hell out of you (as much as it was intriguing). He’s certainly the type to leave a lasting first impression, while seeming careless to your own thoughts on him.

It was intimidating, overwhelming, and admirable all at once.

Also, he made it clear his work’s extremely important to him, the sole reason behind why he searched for help in the first place. More time to work; more time to dig for inspiration.

His dedication is what truly sold you, finding it weirdly motivating. Within just fifteen minutes of speaking to him, you’d forgotten that he’s only a year or two older than yourself.

That was, until the interview went on longer and he let it slip that certain worries plague him. Especially between chapter releases. The prospect almost made you sad; both his ego and anxiety possibly due to being a well-renown artist from a relatively young age.

Your personal response to the questions plaguing your brain was to disregard them, and instead focus on an expectant Kishibe. His eyes were sharp, looking down at you and impatiently awaiting a response to a question you completely missed.

You didn’t need to hear the exact words, though. Smiling sheepishly, you reached out your hand and shook his own. In the back of your mind, it was assumed any answers to your questions would eventually arrive one way or another.

They were bound to, considering Rohan Kishibe was- from that moment onward -officially your boss.

And to say it was a rough start for the both of you would’ve been an understatement.

Initially, you were a little shy about making any more assumptions or even observations. Hell, you were shy in general. Adjusting to the new job became a top priority over any curiosity about your peculiar boss. But when working with a man like Rohan Kishibe, it’s difficult not to hang over his every last word despite yourself.

However, time brings with it familiarity. Not only with a usual work routine, but with Rohan himself. His initial sternness made meeting his expectations all the more satisfying. Without a doubt, you were proud of how quick you got into the swing of things.

He prioritized quietness and swiftness, but was also surprisingly fair. Even after accustoming to the work environment, he always comments on a job well done.

Except for when he’s deeply invested in his work. To you, it’s difficult to tell if he even notices your presence upon entering the art room. However, it’s not as if you slipped into the background, but he simply grew used to you being there on occasion.

Months passed. You grew to have less and less questions about a man you no longer called Mr. Kishibe, but instead by his first name.

The two of you don’t necessarily need to speak in order to be communicative. You’re at a point in your relationship now where you found reading into his actions to be surprisingly easy.

That’s an aspect he certainly wasn’t expecting either, not used to such things.

Just the smallest shift of his facial expression- just a lift of a brow -and your eyes light up with understanding. Sure, he can ‘read others like a book,’ but you’ve seemingly mastered the language of Rohan Kishibe’s demeanor without any stand power.

Then he notices that you’ve started doting on him. An extra selection of sugar with his morning tea. Always taking an enthusiastic intrest whenever he shares his art. And a specific kind of contentment or pride you put into your work that he honestly would have never foreseen.

For the longest time, he was adamant that he wouldn’t use his stand to peak at your past and present. His power had grown considerably, and became more selective of who he investigates. However, his curiosity overcomes a sense of restraint on his own abilities.

He couldn’t help but take a peak. Besides, he could find something usual for his writing. Regardless of whether or not he did, he found something else as well. Written in on your second page, his name was the most recent in a list of people you harbor (or have harbored) feelings for.

Rohan can move on after that. No problem. It wasn’t the first time he’s found his own name written down in someone’s book as a crush. It’s nothing to pester you about; nothing to even ponder. Nope. Just go back to work. Not a hint of romance is going to suddenly appear in his manga (it’s psychological horror, why would it be?) out of thin air.

A week passes. Two weeks pass. He’s become a little more silent as of late, but it’s nothing you care to mention at all. Rohan gets absorbed in his work often, and you figure you’ll get the chance to ask him about his work a later time.

Your patience is respectable; it’s downright endearing. But the lack of investigation on your part made his teeth grind together in frustration.

He doesn’t think of you that much. Not really; don’t flatter yourself. His mind just lingers on your memory when you leave. Rohan’s thoughts merely turn to you when introducing a noticeably beautiful character in Pink Dark Boy. And it’s nothing special that he gets agitated when he doesn’t see you for a few days.

While you put him out of your mind (the thought of him is far too flustering), Rohan’s lingers on your more and more. The glances he throws at you dwadle, observant in the way you’ve been for months.

Standing in the front hall of Rohan’s home, your body is leaning against the wall while you pull your shoes on. The sun hangs low in the sky, kissing the horizon line. A pinkish blush spreads across Morioh Cho, dusk signaling the end of your work day. While making your effort, footsteps travel from the top floor and down the stairs.

Lifting your head, a smile spreads across your face when meeting your boss’s gaze. He’s made his way to the bottom of the stairs, stopping a comfortable distance in front of you. “Taking a break?” you ask gently.

“For a short while,” he confirms, before adding in a mumble, “Although I know you’d lecture me about working late.”

“You said it, not me,” you jest, straightening your back upright after slipping on your shoes. You fold your hands behind you, long coat softly swaying as you momentarily rock back and forth on your feet.

“Only so you don’t say it yourself.” Rohan crosses his arms, shifting his weight onto his right foot.

“Because you prefer the sound of your own voice?”

Rohan opens his mouth, only to close it anticlimactically a moment later. His brows furrow, and eyes dart away from your person. Biting the inside of his cheek puffs out his lips subtly.

It’s times like this that you wished you were the artist. He’s so insistent on capturing reality, in all it’s forms. But he’d be your muse of choice. Yet he neglects that he’s a work of art himself, you mentally note with an audible giggle.

Rohan’s demeanor changes, his pondering expression morphing into a curious one. It merely strengthens your smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Rohan,” you finally speak.

“Yes, of course,” he replies dismissively, as if it was redundant of you to mention.

Chuckling once more, you move forward. The mangaka’s breathing catches in his throat when you wrap your arms around him, and forehead collides with his chest. The hug is short, but noticeably warm.

You pull away far too quickly, waving him ‘goodbye’ and going on about buying him a St. Gentleman’s sandwich for lunch the following day while walking out the door. Rohan merely nods, watching the front door delicately shut behind you.

He’s stunned. Unmoving in his spot, only his eyes blink dumbfoundedly. Is he really going to head upstairs like nothing happened? Even now? Just continue working a few more hours of the night away? Maybe he should mull you over in his mind for a moment or two. Maybe for a couple of minutes. The way he’s starting to feel around you may not be a problem, but it certainly is something isn’t it?

He bites his lower lip, silently cursing your name. He attempts to ward away the rising heat on his cheeks with a shake of his head. For once, he’s glad he cannot use his stand to read his own mind. Because even without such ability, he has no doubt it would clearly state that The Great Rohan Kishibe has grown much to close to his assistant.

[kishibedefender]

read this if you wanna know about the meyers girlies lmao

since i'm taking a break after midterms beat the shit outta me a la "Lets Go To The Mangaka's House" i'm just gonna brainrot about my ocs here until I can get moving again

so if y'all got questions about them lemme give you a rundown

Christine Meyers - Part 3

Stand: Apep, representative of the Egyptian Deity of chaos, he is a Lil yellow and blue snake. Grows with a challenged opponent's anger, but can feed off of Christine's anger as well

Originally a recently graduated Archaeology intern that was targeted by Dio, ended up accompanying the SDC to Cairo

Catalogued all of the stands in Egypt at age 23, and continued to catalog them for teh Speedwagon Foundation until her retirement in 2004 at age 39

Jade Sato-Stephens - Part 4

Stand: Clint Eastwood. A little Jeep that, when Jade knows a person through a name and photo / meeting them, can be used to track them within a 2km radius. If more than 2km, Clint will go in their direction. Can also possess and control vehicles

Moved to Morioh with her mother after her parents divorced, and ended up living next to Yoshikage Kira, and then helped Rohan Kishibe track him down after receiving her stand

Ended up dating Rohan Kishibe and finishing college in Japan, and accepted a job from the Speedwagon Foundation afterwards

20 during the events of DiU, Inherited the stand diary from her Aunt Christine in 2004 at 25

Melanie Meyers - Part 6

Stand: Click Click Boom. A pink iPod and set of wired headphones that can manipulate and hijack radio frequencies.

She's a Californian crime boss, running several syndicates across the United States, and having ties to global crime networks such as Passione *wink wink*

Sentenced to 45 years in prison for Tax Fraud, Mass Weapons Transport Across a Secure Border, Forgery, and Grand Theft Auto at age 18, 21 during the events of Stone Ocean.

Resides in the cell next to Jolyne Cujoh and Gwess, and is one of the most influential people at Green Dolphin Street Prison. Melanie catalogues and relays stand encounters within GDST to her niece, Jade Sato-Stephens

Isadora Meyers - Part 7

Stand: Hotel California. Red cicadas that can mimick Isadora's voice, allowing her to throw it to various locations. When bullets are shot at it, it ricochets the bullet toward the most immediate threat

Isadora is the 20 year old heir to the Meyers Mapmaking Company after her brother died of Yellow Fever

She took her brother's place in the race on his horse, Rio, in order to fulfill a contractual stipulation for the Meyers sponsorship of the SBR, ended up a race frontrunner very early on due to her trail-riding background

She is a decorated marksman under her brother's name, with several national shooting championships. She is armed with a rifle, and by the end of the race, two pistols.

THESE ARE MY BABIES BE NICE TO THEM PLS

and you can read more about them on ao3 :) OR you can send asks about them lol

[mousegard]

You write first person getting fucked up scenes so good, you put a lot of detail into it and I was wondering if there was any particular reason?

Like the multiple scenes in your fics whether it be Adrestian Tail or Eagle among Lions of specifically Edelgard being met with an untimely demise and being saved by a byleth rewind are some of my favorite scenes.

Like in EAL the arrow scene it could have just been something like a cut to the rewind but you put in the effort to make us imagine what getting an arrow through the eye and slipping towards death would feel like alongside Edelgard. You go that extra mile, you want us to experience that for a reason and I love it about your writing!

thank you! i'm so glad you enjoy that aspect of my writing because those sorts of scenes are some of my favorite to write!

when i write, i have a very clear mental image of what's going on playing in my head like a movie, and the way i do prose is to try to capture those images with as much detail as possible. and because prose isn't as suited to describing how something looks as drawings are, the most effective way to capture those images is to translate them into how things feel.

so with scenes of people getting fucked up, whether it's grievous wounds and fatal injuries or body horror, i try to channel something like jojo's bizarre adventure where the the details of what's happening really sit with you in a very visceral and pulpy way. except obviously i can't draw like araki, or at all. but remember how it felt reading jojos and seeing things like jolyne ripping off viviano westwood's toenail in part six, heavy weather turning people into snails, or damo using his stand to melt the higashikatas in part eight? especially from part three onward, jojo's bizarre adventure has always reveled in people getting fucked up in a way that can genuinely make your stomach churn, and i wanted to write stomach-churning prose to capture how it feels for araki to depict and linger on the human reactions to seeing or experiencing those sorts of things.

remember that part of rohan kishibe's introduction in part four where he cuts open a spider and then tastes it to "understand" it better so he can capture its essence more effectively in his manga? well i haven't eaten any bugs but i think rohan's exaggerated actions convey. obviously when you're writing action and adventure stories, let alone sci-fi and fantasy, you don't have the luxury of trying some things out for yourself, but then again, i don't think araki eats bugs either, regardless of how his delightfully unhinged author stand-in behaves.

(with lizard boot camp, i might have succeeded in depicting edelgard's experiences too well, because i had one reader tell me it made them vomit. i think it was the bit with the pin feathers. they make me queasy too!)

in eal, one of the things i really enjoyed was trying to get as deep into edelgard's head as possible, since she's the sole pov for the entirety of the first act and the vast majority of the second. you're stuck in her head and you are going to get intimately acquainted with her—with her philosophies, with her romantic side, with her loneliness and grief, with her long-standing trauma, with her ratcheting paranoia as the situation around her intensifies, and with the terror and horror that comes with all the shit i put her through. i wanted the reader to feel everything she felt. especially because, like—she's edelgard, and one of the central problems with the fe3h fandom is that not enough people make the effort to understand her in the first place. and because over the course of an eagle among lions she feels so many things i doubt many people have felt before* (like how it feels to get shot in the eye, turned into a dragon, and blown out of an airlock like the xenomorph queen in aliens) i wanted to make sure the reader received enough detail to experience all those exciting, novel things along with her. and also get a new perspective on the things that are exciting and novel to her but mundane to us, like radios, computers, guns, and pizza.

i think a review of eal i got from LordXamon on the parahumans fanfic subreddit earlier this year captured everything i set out to do better than anything else i could say:

I read the story because this El is such a great MC. Not only is she super cool (again, time traveler leftist revolutionary queer empress), but the writing really makes me empathize in ways not many fanfics can. When El cries, I cry. When El is furious, I get furious. When she hurts, I wince. When El laughs, it puts a smile on my face. When she messes it up, I feel bad for her. When the body horror happens, it makes my stomach sick. When she delivers one of her speeches, it makes me want to vote for her.

in terms of my fic writing, eal really took the "people getting fucked up"-ness to the next level though, and in addition to the above reasons, part of that probably comes from pandemic madness and also me binge-watching re:zero, which delights in fucking its hero and his allies up in increasingly elaborate and gruesome ways while playing with time loops. so far, aria of the black eagle is pretty tame by comparison, so maybe i've worked some of it out of my system?

thanks again for your question and comment, i had so much fun talking about writing and this story with you!

* p.s. if you or anybody else reading this know from firsthand experience what it feels like to get tfed into a dragon, please tell me how you did it/how it happened to you

[leonwrites4u]

Updated list of what I will & won't write for!!!!

What I will write for

Danganronpa

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Ouran High School Host Club

Genshin Impact

Inside Job

The Owl House

Amphibia

Feel Free To Request

Fluff

Crack

Headcanons

One shots

Character x reader

Angst

Platonic relationships

What I Will Not Write For

Non-con

Pedophilia

Smut

Anything else that isn't appropriate or gross

Characters I will gladly write for (favorites)

Danganronpa: Rantaro Amami, Makoto Naegi, Izuru Kamukura, Kazuichi Souda, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Shuichi Saihara, Kaito Momota

JoJos Bizarre Adventure: Rohan Kishibe, any JoJo, Any SDC, Suzi Q, Yukako Yamagishi, Koichi Hirose

Ouran High School Host Club: The twins (seperately) Tamaki, Kyoya, Mori

Genshin Impact: Kaeya, Chongyun, Any Anemo boy, Kujou Sara, Thoma, Ayato, Xingqiu, Tartaglia, Arataki Itto, Kuki Shinobu

Inside Job: Reagan Ridley, Brett Hand, Andre Lee, Ron Staedler

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Hunter, Willow Park, Gus Porter, Eda & Lilith Clawthorne, Collector

Amphibia: Anne Boonchoy, Marcy Wu, Sasha Waybright

Characters I Will Not Write For

Danganronpa: Junko Enoshima

JoJos Bizarre Adventure: TBA

Ouran High School Host Club: Any lobelia student

Genshin Impact: Fatui Harbingers (Until there's more information about them)

Inside Job: TBA

The Owl House: Belos/Philip Whittebane

Amphibia: Any frog

Feel free to request!! I'm always happy to write for you all !

[tariah23]

favorite minor jjba antagonist? i think mine is kishibe rohan. bastard mangaka <3

Probably Rohan as well wnaja. He’s such a bitter bitch!!! I love how he never changed after being defeated by Josuke. Most of the other minor villains either died or became friends with their fellow Jojo’s but not Rohan. No way. He couldn’t stand Josuke’s guts hehhh.

I still need to get around to watching the live action, “Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan,” movies! I want to reread the Rohan manga chapters as well. I really enjoyed the one-shot where he and Yukako seemed to get along really well. And of course, everyone loved the “Millionaire Village,” one-shot. It was something else. Waiting patiently for DP to one day animate “Rohan at the Louvre,” and “Rohan Kishibe Goes to Gucci.”

Tbh, they might as well animate “Jolyne, Fly High with GUCCI,” as well. It was pretty short though but they could always turn it into a short 12 min ova? Hm? Well, regardless. PLEASE. I know that jjba fans (I haven’t been keeping up with jojo as much if I’m being honest but I want to catch up on part 9! Only read the first chapter 🥺. I’ve been out of the loop for sure) used to complain all of the time about how Rohan gets special treatment and that they’re tired of his ass getting all of the spin-offs. But so what! He’s Araki’s star child lol. I still enjoy all of the new content whenever I see it at least. (They should still think about animating Purple Haze Feedback at least…)

I also remember enjoying Ghiaccio and Versace/Versus as well!!! Majority of part 5’s villains were prettying enjoyable tbh. I liked Ghiaccio’s awful attituted and as far as Versace goes, I remember wishing that he would’ve joined Jolyne’s crew lol. But then he died and that was it. Outside of Giorno, he was the only other son of Dio’s that I didn’t mind too much tbh.

[sparklee-selfships]

𝐈. tags

F/O list!

okay with sharing except for the highlighted ones!

🥀 Lawrence Oleander (Boyfriend To Death 2)

💉Daan (Fear and Hunger 2: Termina)

🔶 Albedo (Genshin Impact)

🖌️ Hwei (League of Legends)

🔪 Andrew Graves (The Coffin Of Andy and Leyley)

🤍 Griffith (Berserk)

🖤 Simon Henriksson (Cry of fear)

🛑 V2 (ULTRAKILL)

💌 Chae Yul (Secret Alliance)

🚩 Kayn (League of Legends)

🌙 Aphelios (League of Legends)

🦊 Ahri (League of Legends)

✝️ Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

🐰 Sigewinne (Genshin Impact)

💟 Qiqi (Genshin Impact)

✒️ Rohan Kishibe (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

🎠 Lucy Steel (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

💡Niko (One Shot)

[sammygems]

JJBA Sims CC Ideas List

ight, so, i've been playing sims a lot lately, and i've downloaded a lot of cc for it, especially JJBA cc, but I haven't been able to find any CC for certain characters, so I wanted to make a list of potential CC outfits & character ideas for any JJBA CC creators, without feeling like i'm pressuring anyone in particular. List is organized by Parts + some spin-off stuff.

Phantom Blood

Childhood outfits for Jonathan & Dio

Childhood outfit for Erina

Any of these Jonathan outfits

Jonathan's Volume cover outfits for Volumes 2, 4, & 5 and his chapter cover outfit from chapter 31 (which appear in ASB)

Stone Mask as like, a wall decoration.

Any of these Dio outfits

Battle Tendency

Joseph clackers accessory

Part 2 Speedwagon & Erina

Literally anything for Smokey, i've seen nothing for him

More Lisa Lisa outfits

Suzi Q's other outfits that aren't her apron dress

Joseph's childhood outfit from his first plane crash

Joseph's dress

Old Joseph's part 2 outfit

Any of these Joseph outfits

Joseph's volume cover outfits from volumes 6, 7, & 9, and his chapter cover outfits from chapters 57 and 58.

Childhood & teen outfits for Caesar

Really any of Caesar's outfits other then his main outfit.

Stardust Crusaders

Outfits for Holy, Suzi Q, and really any of the followers of Dio (i'm not saying that there's nothing of the followers btw, i've found Mariah, the D'Arby brothers & Vanilla Ice)

Joseph's outfit with the turtleneck & trenchcoat

Avdol's main outfit but with the jellabiya (aka the skirt) and his "Avdol's father disguise" outfit

Polnareff's outfit but with the weird little skirt thingy that he has in the manga at some point.

Diamond is Unbreakable

Anything for Koichi, I've found basically nothing for him.

Any of Rohan's various outfits

Jotaro's first & second outfits

Outfits of Hayato & Shigechi

Anything for Mikitaka, Yuya, Tamani, Hazamada, & Tonio

Golden Wind/Vento Aureo

Bucciarati's hair but for children

Bucciarati's childhood outfits

Polnareff's part 5 outfit

the Bow & Arrow as like, decorations and/or accessories

Stone Ocean

Jolyne's main outfit, but the skirt & boots version.

These variants of Jolyne's outfit

Young Weather & Pucci outfits

Most if not all of Jolyne's outfits that appear in ASB, ASBR, & EOH.

Anything for the Sons of Dio, Johngalli A., Sports Maxx, Thunder McQueen, Miraschon, Lang Rangler, Westwood, & Miu Miu

Gloria's hair

Perla's hair

Outfits for Anakiss & Eldis (alt world's Anasui & Ermes)

Steel Ball Run

Anything for Steven Steel, Mountain Tim, Scarlet, Wekapipo, Pocoloco, Sandman, Norisuke Higashikata I, & Sugar Mountain

Jojolion

Anything for any of the Highaskata family, Kei, Toru, Rai, & Holy

Jojolands

Anything

Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan

Rohan's various outfits

Spin-Offs, One-Shots, & Novels

Jolyne, Bucciarati, & Abbacchio's Fly High With Gucci outfits

Coniglio from Golden Heart, Golden Ring

Sheila E from Purple Haze Feedback

Ryoko Kakyoin from Crazy Diamond's Demonic Heartbreak

Also Hol Horse's outfit from CDDH

Other

Jolyne's childhood outfit that appears in Eyes of Heaven and this one is the only one that i'm despite for guys

If you've found any CC of any of these, please let me know, if CC creators wanna take inspiration, go for it.

[sundropdandelion]

Love Like You: Rohan Kishibe and Daughter Reader

CHAPTER ONE: THE LETTER

Late into the night, long after the sun had gone down and all the children of the world were tucked safely in their beds, a small girl no older than nine sat alone in the back of her mother’s archaic car as it sped down the interstate. The curtain of raindrops on the windshield ahead held thousands of yellow headlights, still managing to make the girl squint while she faced her reflection in the window next to her.

She was delicate: not delicate like the porcelain dolls loved by little girls around the world, but delicate like the dead leaves of a flower that would wither with a single wrong touch. She was timid: not timid like a child meeting a new friend at a playground, but timid to where there was a cramp in her neck from thinking danger was just over her shoulder. She was completely helpless in such an uncertain world.

But the worst of it all was the bloodied towel wrapped around her eye.

The girl’s name was (Y/n). She listened intently to what appeared to be fragments of a song breaking through the static on the radio while tracing a raindrop with her fingertip. The droplet soon collided with another, and she dropped her hand to the side with a sigh. “Where are we going?” she asked her mother.

Her mother tugged at one of the earrings shaped like the tip of a pen dangling from her ear. When a car whizzed by they would flicker gold, and the reflective light would be imprisoned behind coils of black hair. (Y/n) leaned forward slightly and opened her mouth to repeat the question, but then thought, Mama always touches her earrings when she’s unhappy, so she clamped her mouth shut and shuffled her knees awkwardly.

 “Did you say something?”

(Y/n) perked her head up with great surprise; any answers to her questions were far and few in between. Flustered, (Y/n) dropped her head, watching her feet shimmy as though they were passing an invisible ball back and forth, second-guessing her option to ask the question again.

“Well? Don’t keep me waiting.”

(Y/n) shot her head up again. “Um…I…I just wanted to know where we’re going. We’ve been driving for a long time…”

Her mother tugged at the other earring and then began to speak. “Before you were born, there was a town I used to visit frequently: it was a lovely town, and though I didn’t know too many residents, the ones I did meet had hearts of gold; but there was one man in particular who, upon first meeting him, had the most golden heart of all.”

(Y/n) latched onto the rarity of the situation, the mind of an attention-starved child savoring the morsel of information thrown to her, like a beggar to bread. She asked, unknown curiosity pecking on the inside of her heart like a twitching egg, “Mama? Who was the man?”

“He was drowning in riches,” she began, failing to mention the man’s name, as her memories seduced her in a dream-like state. “Walls of gold, closets packed with fabrics from all around the world…he was an endless supply of happiness…but then, things fell apart.”

“Mama, what happened to you and the man?”

(Y/n)’s question lingered in the air like a bad taste in the mouth. The earring was tugged at yet again; silence, aside from the rain. 

“Mama?”

Sudden resentment swooped in and perched itself on her mother’s eyebrows.

“You know, people aren’t always what they seem. One moment they act sickenly loyal and loving, and in the blink of an eye they turn it all around and leave you behind.”

“Oh.” (Y/n) didn’t know what else to say. Her mother continued her rambling.

“You share secrets under the moonlight; those secrets become weapons against you. You cry in the candlelight, yet your tears can never extinguish the fiery rage of betrayal; and after the last drop of love is squeezed dry from your heart, they toss away your husk of a soul.”

(Y/n) argued with herself within her head, tempted to ask about the situation further. I wonder what happened to Mama and the man? she thought, and the curiosity of a child took her mind by the reins. “Mama, did that man do all of those things to you?”

Not an answer was heard.

“Um…Mama?”

“(Y/n),” she snipped unexpectedly, “mind your own business.”

(Y/n) began to dip her toe too deep into the murky waters of the memory of her mother. 

“But—”

“(Y/n), please!”

“I just want to know!”

“Enough!”

The car, which had left the highway minutes before and pulled through a road surrounded by trees as straight as palace guards, came to a screeching halt. (Y/n) caught herself from colliding with the back of her mother’s car seat with a thrust of her arms; hesitant to face what she knew was the angry expression of the woman in the front, she sat back and saw said woman staring at her with ice in her eyes.

“End of the discussion. Understand?”

“I understand; I’m sorry, Mama.”

Her mother groaned something under her breath, too quiet to make out the words. (Y/n), feeling unnecessarily ashamed, hid her pale, unsmiling face behind her weak knees. She distracted herself from the boiling stew of negativity in her chest racing up to the tips of her ears by watching the endless rainfall outside of the window, wondering where they could be going on such a stormy night.

Maybe she would find someone to love her and bring her happiness, as her mother found long ago?

    <><><>

Good morning Morioh! The weather is warm, and flowers and animals are peeking out from their hiding spots, so this could only mean one thing...spring is here!

Seated on his front porch was a man known near and far for his incredible skills as an artist and his diligent working habits. His name was Rohan Kishibe, and whether he was sketching pictures or snapping photos, he was always on the hunt for inspiration from the aspects of reality that he found fascinating, which could be from the tallest tree to the teeniest ant. Right now, the 32-year-old was finding inspiration in the blossoming flora and awakening fauna in his yard, sketching the beauty that spring had brought to the town of Morioh.

Here’s a song to help you all catch a case of spring fever! Remember, if you ever feel a little blue, remind yourself that good things always come in this season!

April Come She Will began to play on the radio and Rohan couldn’t help but hum along. He curled his lips upwards at the last words of that morning’s announcement. Whatever good was to come, Rohan couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Perhaps, he thought, it could inspire me in new ways?

The sound of a bicycle bell cut his thoughts short and Rohan glanced up, eyeing the mailman approaching his mailbox.

“Mornin’, Rohan! Enjoying the weather, are we?”

“What else would I be doing?” Rohan said as he stood up and accepted his mail.

“You know,” began the mailman, “I just read the latest volume of Pink Dark Boy, great job as always! But there was one thing missing…”

“And what might that be?” Rohan replied, not bothering to look up from the letters.

The mailman looked down to hide his deepening blush. “Naked women—think about it! If you sprinkled a few nudes here and there, Pink Dark Boy’s sales would skyrocket!

Naked women? thought Rohan bitterly. That’s his genius idea? Feeling quite peeved, Rohan turned around to give the mailman a scolding about how the beauty of manga was not in the sales, but the artist found that the mailman had already taken off on his bike, shouting one final message to him.

“Well, I gotta go! Lots of deliveries to be made! I hope you consider what I said!”

Rohan rolled his eyes.

“What does he know about comics anyway?” Rohan told himself. “He is but a mailman; his occupation is as simple as his mind!”

Seeing that trivial matters were rather exhausting, Rohan made his way inside whilst sifting through the mail. There was the Morioh newspaper with enough inspiration to write entire novels, meddlesome bills (though when one has as many riches as Rohan Kishibe, money is the least of troubles), and the much-expected fan letters from teens begging for an internship or kids who saw themselves as rebellious by writing to the author of a series their parents believed would corrupt their minds. 

But on the bottom of it all was a letter that only had the word ‘mysterious’ to describe it: a single lipstick stain, rich and red and velvety, was puckered up against the paper lips of the envelope; Rohan’s address was written so poorly a chicken would scratch its own head trying to decipher it; not a name from the sender was to be seen.

Rohan was built head to nose with curiosity; mysterious letters like the one clutched between his hands would send him dashing to his studio to create a new story; but he instead froze in place, nervous fingers tracing along the crease of the envelope, questioning if he dared open it or not. The uncharacteristic reaction stirred his heart, squalls of uneasy thoughts bursting forth as he retrieved an envelope knife and opened the letter.

This is what was written:

To my dear Rohan Kishibe,

It's been a long time, hasn’t it? Ten years, I’d say? Now, I hate writing to you out of the blue, but I wouldn’t dare tear you away from your work without a serious reason; you may have to be sitting down for what you are about to read. Shortly after you and I went our separate ways, I found out that I was pregnant with your child. We have a daughter named (Y/n), and due to the financial issues I have been struggling with, I am afraid that I cannot take care of her for some time. (Y/n) is in very poor condition, and I don’t know how much longer she will last. Please stop by the Morioh Grand Hotel once you get this letter; my room number is 199. Hope to see you soon!

Love,

(M/n) (Last Name)

…

Rohan had to sit down.

At least he tried to, for he instead found himself clutching the granite countertop of his island kitchen, just about buckling under the shock of what he just read.

“(M/n)? She’s…back?” He whispered, his words cold and numb as frostbite; he read the signature over at least five times. There are plenty of (M/n)s in the world, Rohan thought, though it was a rather fruitless theory since he only knew one (M/n) in his whole life. His past paramour was, however–and surprisingly–the least of his worries in the situation.

(Y/n): his supposed daughter. 

“A trick!” he suddenly exclaimed. “This is another one of that witch’s tricks! She’s just screwing with me so she can worm her way back into my life! Tch.” He grinned smugly, as though he was trying to gain the upper hand of the scenario. “Doesn’t she know that a child would just be a nuisance to The Great Kishibe Rohan, and keep me even further away from her?”

He had nothing left to say; Rohan followed what he believed to be a lie, and into the trash fell a crumpled-up letter. The coolness of the spring day led him outside, where he leaned against the railing of his back porch and stared into his lawn.

A pristine, perfect lawn with an emerald sheen in the spring sun like peacock feathers: empty of worry in the center (except for one oak tree, which we will get to in a bit), and bordered with what one could consider beautiful clutter: thorny necks of roses bathing in the sun; hydrangeas cradling their husbands and wives and hundreds of kin; and rich mulch blanketing the more-natural earth. That’s how Rohan wanted his mind to be.

Alas, his mind was instead the oak towering above all in the center of his lawn, sunlight dusting its leaves like fresh, powdery snow. Rohan moved to lay underneath the canopy, gazing up into the constellation of breathing stars while contemplating how trees are like the future: thousands of relationships, millions of possibilities all woven in the dense blanket of life, withering away towards the end of its time, rebirthed as new beginnings for new life.

His philosophical musings came to a short end upon hearing weak chirping. Rohan rose to his feet in confusion and curiosity, circled the tree, and found that a baby bird had fallen from her nest on the other side of the trunk. 

“Getting too antsy to fly, I see,” Rohan said, hesitant to reunite her with her mother above. “Look at you—your eyes aren’t open a wink!”

Rohan continued to stare at the baby bird at his feet. Her pink, naked body wriggled against the grass, trying to find proper footing. Above, the mother bird chirped threats towards Rohan, and his decision to aid the helpless creature was leaning more towards abandonment.

Then the wind tickled his ear, and he looked to the breeze; it was the same direction as the hotel, and like a child wanting their parent’s attention, the letter and what lay within tugged at his mind. That was when a great overgrowth of altruism weaved up his spine in a chill, and after taking a final glance at the newborn bird, retrieved his gardening gloves from his garage and raced back to the baby. He gently scooped the bird up, messily climbed the tree (he hadn’t done so since he was a young boy), and the bird rolled off of his fingertips and into her nest, eager to see her mother once more. 

Rohan observed the way the family nestled in the tree. The mother bird, to his amusement, pecked her kin on the wing. She recognized her own under the fair scent of human, and the mother bird enveloped the baby under her feathery arms because her child was perfect as is. The unscripted scene struck a chord within Rohan’s heart: a chord of silky beauty, only found on the most magnificent of harps and the freest of equine; though guilt intruded in a hideous ring, akin to a cracked bell’s toll. It scolded Rohan into digging up the letter from his trash, to which he listened to his gut and did, inspecting the message once more. 

“Is this a possible prank?” Rohan questioned, glancing outside and watching a crocus sway in the breeze. He used this moment of silence to think over the contents of the letter, to contemplate what he should do from here on out. First, there was the safety of this situation to consider. What if this was a trap and he was attacked and held hostage by this woman? Or worse, what if this all truly was some sort of prank and he fell victim to humiliation?

But (M/n) and (Y/n) gnawed at his mind, the possibility of the latter’s existence telling him to go discover the truth behind the mysterious letter; and in the end, the feeling in his gut won.

Rohan put on his jacket, adjusted his tie, and walked out to his car. Before taking off to the hotel, he looked over the letter one last time, his curiosity slowly consuming him with every passing second. He wanted to know what (M/n) looked like after ten long years; he wanted to know why the girl mentioned in the letter was in such poor condition.

And, most of all, he questioned if he really was the father of the little girl named (Y/n).

The introduction can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/sundropdandelion/720403229648748544/love-like-you-rohan-kishibe-and-daughter-reader

[abbynx]

Rules!

Well, there is a need for rules when requesting and here they are~

🩷 I'm a university student, I write in my free time and for fun, I wouldn't like to be rushed to write your requests.

🩷 I am a touch picky about what I write so I may be selective when it comes to picking what to write and what not to write. For example, I might find the topic upsetting. Or maybe, I lack the experience and knowledge to write sensitive topics and may not know the intricacies of it (such as mental illnesses). Sometimes I may reject smut requests.

🩷 This is a hot topic in terms of writing, some may agree or disagree upon it, but I won't take requests that you've already asked different blogs to write. I mean, you can try, I'll deeply consider it and maybe write it, but I'll inform you if ever I don't want to write it.

🩷 Asking for part 2 of a written piece will be deeply considered, because there are times wherein I think that a piece is already complete and good as it is and can stand alone on its own. So I say, it's okay to ask for part 2 and I will do it if I really see it fit, but if I think that one part is already good, I won't write the request.

🩷 I only write in gender neutral and will not accept gender-specific requests! I'd like this blog to be inclusive so everyone can read it.

Here are kinds of fic I can write!

~ Fluff

~ Romance

~ Platonic

~ Familial

~ Angst

~ Yandere

~ A little bit of smut, like I said I'm a touch selective about it

~ Headcanons

~ Drabbles

~ One-shots

Here are characters I write for!

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood

~ Jonathan Joestar

~ Dio Brando

~ Erina Pendleton

~ Robert E.O. Speedwagon

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendancy

~ Joseph Joestar

~ Caesar Zepelli

~ Suzie Quatro

~ Elizabeth "Lisa Lisa" Joestar

~ Kars

~ Esidisi

~ Wammu

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders

~ Jotaro Kujo

~ Joseph Joestar

~ Holly Kujo (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Suzie Joestar (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Noriaki Kakyoin

~ Jean Pierre Polnareff

~ Muhammad Avdol

~ DIO

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable

~ Josuke Higashikata

~ Okuyasu Nijimura

~ Koichi Hirose

~ Jotaro Kujo

~ Joseph Joestar (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Tomoko Higashikata

~ Rohan Kishibe

~ Aya Tsuji

~ Reimi Sugimoto (Before she died or after she died)

~ Yukako Yamagishi

~ Tonio Trusardi

~ Mikitaka Hazekura

~ Shinobu Kawajiri

~ Hayato Kawajiri (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Yoshikage Kira

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Experience

~ Giorno Giovana

~ Bruno Buccerati

~ Leonne Abbachio

~ Panacotta Fugo

~ Narancia Ghirga

~ Guido Mista

~ Trish Una

~ Formaggio

~ Illuso

~ Prosciutto

~ Pesci

~ Melone

~ Ghiaccio

~ Risotto

~ Sorbet and Gelato

~ Vinegar Doppio

~ Diavolo

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean

~ Jolyne Kujo

~ Ermes Costello

~ FF

~ Emporio Alniño (Platonic or familial fics only)

~ Narciso Anasui

~ Wes Bluemarine/ Weather Forecast

~ Thunder Mcqueen

[k00320714]

Artist Research: Hirohiko Araki

Hirohiko Araki is a manga artist most famous for his series, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken in 🇯🇵) and also known for his interesting art style.

He made his very first one-shot manga (a prototype story, has not been made into a continued/continuing series), ‘The Bottle’ in 1978, but wasn’t published. He made a couple of one-shots and manga series, until in December 2, 1986, he released his first JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure manga. He is also a big fan of Western music and named his characters and their ‘stands’ (apparition created by one’s own life energy, they “stand” beside you)

One of the things JoJo’s is known best is its iconic poses:

(Models from the video game adaptation, All Star Battle)

The story consists of 9 parts to date, with different main characters, setting and time, which the main characters are of the same family, with new descendants in each part

Release dates and Parts

1986 - 1987: Phantom Blood

1987 - 1989: Battle Tendency

1989 - 1992: Stardust Crusaders (my fave)

1992 - 1995: Diamond is Unbreakable

1995 - 1999: Vento Aureo (Golden Wind)

1999 - 2003: Stone Ocean

2004 - 2011: Steel Ball Run

2011 - 2021: JoJolion

2023 - Ongoing: The JoJolands

In 2009, the Louvre exhibited Araki’s art for the first time. He then released a one-shot, Rohan at the Louvre, featuring the character, Rohan Kishibe (first appearance in Diamond is Unbreakable) visiting the Louvre. This character is one of Araki’s favourites, and appeared again in Thr JoJolands (set in a different universe)

Araki illustrated himself with Rohan Kishibe

In 2012, the manga finally has an anime adaptation starting from the very first part, up until the end of Stone Ocean in 2022, produced by David Productions, with amazing soundtrack and voice acting

So in terms of ‘Movement’, the manga is very action based and the poses and stances are very interesting how it’s scenes are very iconic in the manga and anime community because it’s very different from the usual shonen stories

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