#hol horse x n'doul

[honey-marrow]

May I ask for a Hol Horse x N'Doul ship scribble, if you're comfortable with that ship? If not, then a TimHol clothing swap would be great too :D thanks

THERE YOU GO!! this was actually pretty fun :3 also hol x n'doul is really cute! (even if its my first time hearing of it!)

[starry-blue-echoes]

This is stupid but here's a crackship I've been hyperfixating over XD

N'Doul and Hol Horse

huh. I've never heard of that one but it sounds pretty cute

now I have this mental image

Hol Horse, the most in denial pansexual you will ever meet: So N'doul, what kind of women do you-

N'doul: Men

[schadenfredde]

[squishedopossum]

drew one of my favorite rarepairs lol

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

ERINA LEARNING MODERN DAY SWEAR WORDS LMAOOOOOO

OKAY SERIOUSLY THOUGH

IT WOULD BE EXACTLY LIKE THAT SCENE IN THE LAST WISH WHERE PERRITO STARTS ROASTING GOLDI AND THE 3 BEARS 🤣

Erina at Vanilla, Tippy, Hol Horse, and N'Doul: x

[fightpunk]

hey there! if your requests are still open, could i get some hol horse/n'doul or hol horse/steely dan? anything, sfw or nsfw, that pops out at you is perfectly fine! i can give you more details on how i imagine their dynamic if you'd need :D

A coming of age tale where Hol “Himbo” Horse realizes that everyone who works for Dio is a threat to his sexuality.

This is actually pretty sfw and pretty dialogue heavy! Hopefully I matched your dynamic between these two.

Out of all of those working under Lord Dio, Hol Horse had to be N’doul’s favorite. He’s not very loyal, and he’s so blatantly disrespectful to Lord Dio that it irritates him, but he is the most entertaining stand user N’Doul has met in the mansion so far. Cowardice, arrogance and a nasty habit for telling tall tales all wrapped up into a man who somehow manages to remain charming in an idiotic way. But, just because he’s amusing, does not mean N’Doul wants to be around him. He likes to keep his distance, like admiring an animal in its habitat.

So when N’Doul is told he’ll be working with Hol Horse, he’s not exactly excited about it. He’d much rather work alone, or with someone more on his level, not some boastful clown, but he it could be worse. At least he won’t be bored.

But he apparently will be annoyed because the trip there is annoying conversation after another and the moment the pair step into the hotel room, Hol Horse quickly begins chatting up N’Doul about going out on the town and getting drinks.

“Lord Dio is expecting us to find the Joestars.” He reminds his current partner. They have a duty and need to be prepared for anything.

Hol Horse shakes his head as he chuckles. “Mister Dio doesn’t have to know. We’ll get it done.” N’Doul can smell the Tobacco of Hol Horse’s cigarette long before he takes it out of its pack. His lighter flicks on, lighting the end of the cigarette only for a menacing, clawed hand to swipe the item from between Hol Horse’s lips, making the man squeak in surprise and back away.

“Yes, we will get it done. As soon as possible.”

Hol Horse eyes Geb wearily, watching the stand return to its owner before he reaches to pull another cigarette from its pack. He casts a glance at the other to make sure he won’t get another little surprise before flicking his lighteron once again.

“Y’know, you’re a real stick in the mud.” Hol Horse strides over to one of the hotel beds, plopping down on it and getting comfortable before lighting his new cigarette.

“It’d be quick. Hell, we might even run into those Joestar fellas while we’re out.” He takes a drag. N’Doul silently takes note of where his voice has moved in the room.

“Maybe we’d find you a girl too. Women love a pretty face like yours.”

Hol Horse’s priorities really are out of order. Drinks and girls? Apparently, this was a vacation and not a mission. Why Lord Dio still lets him live is beyond him.

“Really, Hol Horse? Pretty?” N’Doul wrinkles his nose at the overwhelming scent of smoke as well as the silly little comment.

“Well, it’s just a compliment.”

N’Doul feels an opening. An opening to toy around with the cowboy. His tone of voice sounded a bit off. Like he was being accused of something.

“That’s strange coming from you, when you so desperately try to avoid any semblance offinding another man attractive.”

“Now wait a minute, don’t turn this into something else! I was just saying!”

N’Doul is smirking now. He’d be lying if he didn’t say it was amusing how quickly the mangot to squirming. He’s heard Lord Dio tease him like this before, even Mariah. Hol Horse is just too easy to harass.

“Turn this into something else? What do you mean, cowboy?”

He hears Hol Horse struggling to form a sentence, fumbling over his words.

“Look, I was just saying you got a good face is all.”

“So you think I’m handsome then?”

It’s silent. Hol Horse sucks his teeth. He’s so dang frustrated right now. Why’s everyone gotta pick on him? A man gets nervous when getting hit on by a vampire and now he’s the butt of every joke? N’Doul is handsome, but now he doesn’t want to just say it and have the man keep making fun of him. He can’t even give a guy a compliment. And he’s just so quick to retort.

“Oh? you’re so quiet. Are you thinking about it? Should I have said pretty instead?”

Well, looks like N’Doul isn’t gonna let him avoid the question.

“All I was saying was that you could get any woman you want. That’s all.”

“Could I get you?” It’s quick, a viper striking the moment Hol Horse stops talking.

He pauses before shooting a frown at N’Doul, not that he can see it though. His partner looks so smug, a smirk tugging at the corner of his full lips, his eyelids sitting low over his milky white eyes, lashes all thick and long. Why’s he feel all nervous and hot all of a sudden? Hol Horse takes a long drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the complimentary ashtray.

N’Doul tilts his head to listen better. He can hear Hol Horse moving around on his bed, but he’s gotten very quiet. He can hear the dry clicks of his throat when he swallows. How nervous he’s become. It’s very telling of how Hol Horse truly feels. He should work on that.

Finally, he gives up, huffing out his answer.

“I don’t know, N’Doul, geez. Whaddya want from me? A Kiss?” He mutters most of hissentence, but N’Doul’s ears are sharp. He catches all of it.

“Since you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind one.”

Hol Horse chokes on his spit. Coughing harshly as the spurs on his boots jangle from all his movements. N’Doul chuckles lowly. He can’t help it. The cowboy has some amazing reactions sometimes.

“You… you serious?” He sounds so shy when he asks, which only makes N’Doul’s smile grow.

“Of course, cowboy. I’m comfortable enough.” It’s a dare. ‘I’m comfortable with my sexuality, unlike you’. It’s implied and Hol Horse knows it. A low blow to see how far He wants to go to prove himself as being open-minded and comfortable. Gotta dig at his manhood to get some more reactions.

Hol Horse grows quiet, seemingly weighing his options before his bed creaks when he gets offit. He’s careful and slow with approaching the other man, watching him closely as he eases into his personal space. He wouldn’t want Geb to pay another visit.

He smells like Tobacco smoke and N’Doul can feel how close he’s standing in front of him. He can hear him sucking in shaky breaths.

Hol Horse is fucking sweaty. His face is probably strawberry red. It’s a good thing N’Doul can’t see how terrible he probably looks, but it still feels like he can when the man has his head tilted in his direction, smiling smugly up to him.

N’Doul waits patiently. He’s never met anyone so confidently unconfident in his life. It’s a strange mixture. He’ll probably chicken out.

He hears clothes rustle and something softly land on the other bed. Hol Horse’s hat based off the sound.  N’Doul waits until warm lips press to his cheek and stubble scrapes along his skin. He can feel the other’s breath brush along his face.

It’s quick and sweet. N’Doul almost wants to swoon at how cute it is. Like a schoolboy carefully kissing his crush.

“What a gentleman.” He chuckles and the other huffs as he pulls away. “Are you always so polite?”

He flinches when his lips are met with Hol Horse’s.

Oh

Oh!

That was unexpected! He didn’t expect him to go through with an actual kiss after that sweet little peck on the cheek. He can’t stop the smile that forms and he can feel the tension in Hol Horse’s face as he furrows his brows in response. His lips are surprisingly soft if only a little dry and he seems intent on only massaging his lips against N’Doul’s. It’s not surprising. N’Doul would expect Hol Horse to scream if their tongues touched, which is funny, but he doesn’t want to have his ears to ringing from something so stupid. It is tempting though.

Hol Horse’s eyes are squeezed tight. Damn him and his pride. One stab at his character and now he’s kissing another man. At least he has nice lips and he smells good and isn’t as scary as a certain vampiric boss he knows of. He feelsthe other man sigh through his nose and can still feel him smiling. Honestly, he wants to just shut him up, maybe bite his lip as a little revenge, but Geb is a dangerous stand.

He pulls away from N’Doul, standing straight and clearing his throat.

“There. You happy now?” He’s trying to keep his cool, crossing his arms and tilting his head. His eyes bulge out his skull when N’Doul licks over his lips before humming. It’s a simple movement that shouldn’t be as attractive as it is.

“Are you?”

“I uh-“

Hol Horse’s breath catches in his throat. He’s already cracked open a door tonight, he doesn’t want to sit down and mull the question over inhis mind and blow the door wide open. He steps away and snatches his hat from the bed, quickly placing it on his head.

“You know, you’re really right.”

“Oh? Right about what?”

N’Doul perks and listens to Hol Horse’s footsteps as he makes a rush for the door all while blabbering before pausing in front of it.

“Mister Dio really is expecting us to do good work. I think I uh,”

He glances over to his partner, perched on theother bed in the hotel room, sitting criss-cross with a soft, knowing smile gracing his face. He doesn’t interrupt Hol Horse. Of course not, let the man dig himself into his own hole.

“I think I’ll get a head start on finding the Joestars. We’ll find them faster if we split up.”

N’Doul makes a face, brows raising slightly insuspicion. He knows Hol Horse is lying, looking for any excuse to leave the room as quickly as possible. Mercifully he doesn’t call him out on it, or maybe he doesn’t have time because Hol Horse quickly says what time he’ll back at thehotel before speeding out the door.

N’Doul considers sending Geb after him as hestands and gathers his cane in his hands. Well, at least this gives him time to work alone and not be pestered. He’ll find the Joestar group either way.

He makes his way out of the hotel room, lockingthe door behind himself. He’ll avoid any bars, just to give Hol Horse somespace.

Apparently he has a lot to think about tonight.

[jojo-therapist]

- DIO, “Nobody Left”

Session requested by @adarksoul098, who writes “Pls can you do dio part 3 therapy sessions”! Why yes, I can! 

There are a lot of issues I could have chosen to focus on, but many of them carry over between parts 1 and 3, so I focused on an issue that is primarily seen in part 3 far more than it is seen in part 1, which is the loss of his agents (who, let’s be real, are his only friends). 

Check out the sessions masterlist! 

As a quick reminder, here are the fates of each of the agents in part 3 that will be referenced in this session: 

Gray Fly - (D) Brain hemorrhage due to the destruction of his stand 

Impostor Captain Tennille - (D) Drowned after his stand’s head was pierced by Star Platinum 

Devo - (D) Impaled to death by Jean Pierre Polnareff’s Silver Chariot 

Rubber Soul - (R) Beaten by Star Platinum 

J. Geil - (D) Stabbed to death by Jean Pierre Polnareff’s Silver Chariot 

Nena - (D) Internal hemorrhaging via destruction of her stand 

Wheel of Fortune/ZZ - (R) chained to a rock and left to starve to death 

Enya Geil - (D) assassinated by Steely Dan via the flesh bud implanted in her head 

Steely Dan - (R) Slammed into a nearby building 

High Priestess/Midler - (R) Teeth knocked out and left unconscious and convulsing on a beach 

N’Doul - (D) Committed suicide via the use of his Stand, Geb 

Mariah - (R) Every bone in her body crushed. Potentially dead (Never stated) 

Daniel J D’arby - (R) driven to hysteria 

Hol Horse - (R) shot in the head by his own stand, missed his skull 

Terence T D’arby - (R) beaten by Jotaro Kujo’s Star Platinum 

Vanilla Ice - (D) disintegrated by the sun due to him becoming a vampire.  

DISCLAIMER: I am not a licensed therapist and this account is for fun and for the purposes of seeing the characters we love get therapy. If you feel you suffer from any issues stated in these sessions, please get help. 

TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, sex, death, mental illness 

DIO: I would prefer it if we could get this over with quickly, you know. I have far better things that we could be doing with our time. 

Therapist: I suppose that is the closest thing to a “hello” that I’m going to get from you, DIO? 

DIO: Are you going to dawdle on, Therapist? 

Therapist: Then I suppose I will have to cut to the chase. DIO, are you aware that your… colleagues-

DIO: Agents. 

Therapist: I beg your pardon? 

DIO: They are my agents, they work for me. “Colleagues” is hardly the way to put it. They are my agents, they worship me and love me as if I were God. 

Therapist: Funny. 

DIO: How so? 

Therapist: Are you aware of the various injuries they have received over the course of working with you? 

DIO: What do you mean, Therapist? 

Therapist: Two passing away from internal hemorrhaging, one drowned, several severely beaten and one dying from the injuries, several being stabbed or impaled to death, one assassinated by another one of your “agents”, one ending his life, one disintegrating, one being left to starve, one slammed into a building, one having her teeth knocked out while another had every bone in her body crushed, one driven to hysteria, and one shot in the head but miraculously surviving. A few abandoned you but I am legally required not to disclose who they are nor their whereabouts. 

DIO: You have notes on all of them? 

Therapist: Yes I do, DIO. Now, please answer the question, are you aware of each of them? 

DIO: Some of them were more like… lovers to me. Some like family. Some I felt I had to control because I feared they would turn against me. All of them were so willing to go to their ends for me, and I am forever grateful for that. I am forever grateful for the love I received from each and every one of them. A shame that some will never know. 

Therapist: Why did you feel that they would leave or turn against you if they weren’t under your control? 

DIO: Those in my life who were out of my control always ended up hurting me in the end. 

Therapist: Would your father be one of those people who hurt you? 

DIO: How would you know about that? 

Therapist: Next to your name, where we asked you to write your last name, it appears as though you began to write something down but it appears that you covered it up with more pen. By normal naming conventions, you would have taken your father’s last name.  DIO Bran-

DIO: I abandoned that name long ago. 

Therapist: Why? 

DIO: That is unimportant. 

Therapist: So would he happen to be the reason why you no longer feel safe unless you are controlling the people who scare you? 

DIO: Nothing scares me, I am the perfect being. 

Therapist: DIO, darling, if nothing scared you, then why would you have to control the things around you? 

DIO: I… 

Therapist: I’m not doubting your strength, DIO. I am not doubting that you are a powerful person in the slightest, I think that you are quite strong, in fact. The simple fact of the matter is that you seem afraid of the people around you leaving you or hurting you if you do not control them. 

DIO: Some of them follow me because they love me. 

Therapist: I’m sure they do, DIO. Do you ever miss them? 

DIO: I am the embodiment of perfection, they followed me because they love me. Some, I loved back. Some were sexual partners while others were… more than that. 

Therapist: Would you care to elaborate? 

DIO: No. I would not like to. 

Therapist: I will have to save that for another session, then. 

DIO: Another session? It is already ending? 

Therapist: No, DIO. We have much more to talk about, but I would like to focus on this one topic for right now. I assume we will be having many more sessions together. 

DIO: Ah, alright. I see what you mean now, Therapist. You have quite the effect on people who are down on their luck. 

Therapist: We can talk about me another time. DIO, I want you to stop with all of that “perfection” talk. It’s alright to not be perfect when you are in here. 

DIO: Why would I lie and say that I wasn’t? 

Therapist: Choose your words carefully. 

DIO: I wish for you to be truthful with me, Therapist. 

Therapist: If you were truly as perfect as you say you are, you wouldn’t need to find outside influences to control people. They would follow you willingly, without a second thought. 

DIO: The ones willing to die for me, was it my fault? 

Therapist: I’m not sure about that, DIO. Frankly, in the end, they made the choice to be ready to die for you. The fault truly lands on no one. Death is a fate that must come to us all, in one way or another, whether mortal or immortal. 

DIO: Death doesn’t come for the immortal, and I, DIO, am immortal. You know nothing of immortality, Therapist. 

Therapist: Death comes to the immortal, DIO. Death will take the ones we hold dear until we are left with none but ourselves. How will we spend immortality if it is constantly spent watching the ones we hold closest pass away? 

DIO: You have never lost anyone you loved as much as I loved them, you wouldn’t understand. 

Therapist: We aren’t here to talk about me, DIO. We are here to talk about you. Continuously, you have dodged the question. Do you miss your agents? 

DIO: Friends. Lovers. Partners. Mine. 

Therapist: Do you miss them? 

DIO: More than anything. 

Therapist: If you could go to them right now and say anything, what would you say? 

DIO: There are too many different words I wish to say to each of them. 

Therapist: The ones that come to your mind. 

DIO: N’Doul, I loved you as well, far more than you know. Your faith in me to give you a new chance was something I cherished, and I wish you hadn’t gone so fast. I would have loved to see you once again. Mariah and Midler, your love for me to the point of your irreparable injuries is what will convince me to fight far past the point of which I am physically able, but your love has always helped me… push forward, so to speak. Vanilla Ice, your willingness to go so far as to die twice for me will live in my heart forever. Enya… Enya… 

Therapist: Take your time, DIO. 

DIO: Enya, you were like the mother that I missed so dearly. I am so deeply… sorry… that you had to pay the ultimate price with the flesh bud that I implanted in your head. It was the easiest way for me to ensure that you wouldn’t be able to leave me as she did, those many years ago. 

Therapist: I applaud you for saying those things. It can be very difficult. 

DIO: I must live the rest of eternity without those who loved me the most. There is nobody left. 

Therapist: That isn’t true, DIO. Midler is sure to make a quick recovery from her injuries. Mariah, she is currently in an unstable condition, but they are working around the clock to make sure that she is alright. Terence is expected to make a full recovery as well. You have people on your side, DIO. There will always be somebody left. 

DIO: With what they suffered for me, they won’t be coming back. 

Therapist: Well, DIO, you know I will always be here. I abandon no one, not even if they have done the worst of things. I stay because I want to, and no matter what happens, I will stay with you. Alright? 

DIO: Alright. 

Therapist: It has been a lovely session with you, DIO. Hopefully, I shall see you again. 

DIO: I will see you soon. 

Therapist: Remember not to blame yourself, okay? Ultimately, the choice to be willing to die for you was theirs and theirs alone. 

DIO: Thank you, Therapist. 

-end of session- 

[cerolinda]

AIGHT HERE WE GO — HOL HORSE'S TERRIFYING TRIAL

AIGHT IT'S STILL REALLY IN THE WORKS BUT

i wanted to make a SDC concurrent AU with hol as our protag, and so i'm comin up with a found family story where hol, oingo, and boingo have to run for their lives from a cult of very devoted and very slighted stand-users who tried to pledge themselves to DIO, but DIO passed em over in favor of the other tarot/egyptian god stand-users

which... includes those three.  who fucked up bad. so this cult is PISSED.  and they think they'll win DIO'S favor if they kill em and others who get in their way.

so obviously even though he's just been released from the hospital hol wants to LIVE and so he takes the brothers and runs, picking up the spirit of n'doul (who can use geb's powers cuz he's a literal fighting spirit now... which is basically a stand) and then steely dan along the way and it's a trip around europe and to america for a while

not sure where the final showdown is, but probably back in europe

the cult of stand users are ones who use cards from the thoth deck (like the magus, the art, the aeon, the universe, etc), and then four of them are the royalty cards of the minor arcana (like the page of cups, king of wands, etc. — haven't decided exactly but hey)

i have a couple cards figured out: the aeon can control gravity in a 30m radius, the art can adjust anything in increments of 10 (like making someone grow 10m tall, or making hol's bullets miss by 10cm)

i know the leader is probably the universe card, whose stand can slip into a person's shadow and make them believe they're having a really bad drug trip and kinda.  rip their consciousness half-out of them and puppet the body

and see here's the thing.  the mind still controls the body, even though it believes it's somewhere else... meaning the body is ABSOLUTELY a liability to themselves and others.  the only way to break out of it is to recognize it's an illusion, but everything feels so real and overwhelming, and by the time the stand lets the person go (if it doesn't make em kill themselves via accident first), they realize they've murdered someone and break.

in happier news, oingo and boingo get three dads, hol and dan go from rivals to lovers and n'doul gets to be a Basard when in Geb Mode and it's GOOD

[ur-mr-perfectly-fine]

Hello! I'm looking for people to talk about Jotakak (or other ships!) with. Message me if you're interested and I'll make sure to give you my Discord.

The ships that I am comfortable talking about are:

- JonaDio

- JonaWagon/JonaEriWagon

- CaeJose

- EsiKars

- JotaKak

- AvPol

- JosuYasu

- JotaHan

- TomoShino

- BruAbba

- GioMis

- FugoNara

- RisoPro

- GhiaLone/MeloGhia

- ForLuso/FormaIllu

- SorLato

- SqualTiz

- KiraBoss

I also have some 'rare pair' ships that include (but are not limited to):

- Yuya x Terunosuke

- Hol Horse x N'doul

- Mariah x Midler

- Steely Dan x Rubber Soul

- Oingo x Chaka

- Vanilla Ice x Terence T. D'arby

Please don't message me unless you want to talk about any of these ships. Thank you!

(If enough people are willing to talk, I'll create a server. Join only if you're comfortable!)

[saycheesekid]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 [𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 + 𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀]

Below, I shall list off my canon muses with links to a wiki or any other source of information; This is temporary however, as ALL of my muses are E X T R E M E L Y canon divergent. These are M Y personal portrayals of certain muses, and as such, there will be changes. *ADDITIONALLY* A L L muses below are V E R Y open to crossovers! EVEN MORE SO open to Crossover ships! Seriously. Just ask.

𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗪𝗮𝘅

Vincent Sinclair [DBD AU - "The Sculptor"]

Beaugard "Bo" Sinclair [DBD AU - "The Mechanic"]

𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙀𝙡𝙢 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩

NOTE - I *explicitly* write from the ORIGINAL NoES franchise with some changes I liked from the remake and vice versa.

Lt. Donald Thompson [DBD AU ; Father of Nancy Thompson.

Fredrick Charles Kruger [DBD Verse friendly; VERY flexible with crossovers!]

𝙎𝘼𝙒

Amanda Everett Young [DBD Verse friendly; V E R Y open to crossovers!]

Doctor Lawrence Gordon [Crossover friendly!]

John Kramer [DBD AU included!]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮 [1999]

Rick O'Connell

Ardeth Bay

Jonathan Carnahan

Imhotep [DBD Verse - "The Mummy"]

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗕𝘆 𝗗𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

Ace Visconti [SAW AU; Killer AU; Post Fog AU - V E R Y Canon Divergent. Damn near my own OC so yeah. Also I'm PROBABLY not gonna ship him? Dunno. Come back to me on that.]

Minerva A. D'Angelo/Visconti [SAW AU; Killer AU; Post Fog AU - Original Character. Why the "Visconti" surname? SOMETIMES she'll refer to Ace aka my Ace as her husband, obviously she's not shipped to any Ace writer unless they wanna ship. *U S U A L L Y* she'll refer to her husband in a post W I T H him - I do crack posts on occasion.]

Detective Cyndi Sprague [Original Character - VERY big work in progress!]

Jonah Vasquez [V E R Y Canon Divergent. Fuck his main bio, I'm changing him up a bit.]

Plague/Adiris [Survivor AU ; Crossover flexible 100%]

Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn [Survivor AU ; RDR AU ; Crossover friendly! ]

Doctor/Herman Carter [VERY Crossover friendly!]

The Twins/Charlotte and Victor [Crossovers Encouraged; RDR AU]

Clown/Jeffery Hawk [Crossovers encouraged!] [H I G H L Y CANON DIVERGENT.]

𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝗹𝗹

Cybil Bennett [DBD Verse Included]

Lisa Garland [DBD Verse Included]

Alessa Gillespie

Harry Mason

Maria

James Sunderland

Heather/Cheryl Mason

Vincent Smith

Walter Sullivan

Henry Townsend

Alex Shepherd

Murphy Pendleton

𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗘𝘃𝗶𝗹

Billy Cohen

Albert Wesker

Chris Redfield [MOSTLY RE8 Chris]

Alex Wesker

Annette Birkin

William Birkin

Daniel Fabron

Oswell E. Spencer

Mr. X

Carlos Oliveria

Nicholai Ginovaef

Mikhail Viktor

Luis Sera

Osmond Saddler

Excella Gionne

Ivy Frost [OC - H E A V Y WORK IN PROGRESS.]

Kevin Ryman

Alexia Ashford

Donna Beneviento [Angie included]

Karl Heisenberg

Nemesis

𝗝𝗼𝗝𝗼𝘀 𝗕𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲

Wammu

Santana

Rubber Soul

Steely Dan

Imposter Captain Tennellie

Hol Horse

Oingo

Boingo

N'Doul

Daniel J. D'Arby

Terence T. D'Arby

Vanilla Ice

Yoshikage Kira [HEAVILY Inspired by American Psycho]

Rohan Kishibe

Keicho Nijimura

Sale

Mario Zucchero

Risotto

Doppio/Diavolo

Megadeath [OC]

Stevie A. Nicks [OC]

Sophie B. Hawkins [OC]

MORE TO BE ADDED

[seiyasabi]

Hi queen~ would you plz do a hc on N’Doul trying to convince a sweet oblivious darling that he’s in love with her and that they’re meant to be, but she takes it as him just being sweet and not being serious?

U got it bby :P This one's for my shawty (you) lol

Yan N'Doul x Oblivious Fem Reader HCs:

-Oh boy, this is a problem lol

-Homie is there on one knee w a ring, asking for your hand in marriage, and you're like 'wow, my bestie is so sweet :P'

-It's practically driving him insane

-So, he ups his charms

-Will literally gift you a ring and be like 'I'll buy you a prettier one once we finish courting' and you'll be like 'thanks, homie, u a real one'

-Will also bring you on dates, specifically calling them as such, but you think that they're 'bestie dates'

-At some point, he begs Hol Horse to help him

-Hol Horse, being the only one with a brain cell (apparently) , he will sit the both of you down, and explain N'Doul's feelings towards you

-If you're that oblivious, you probs don't see the warning signs, so you'll be like 'omg, my bestie like likes me?? just kiss me rn'

-TBH this is one of the only times the both of you will be happy w/o Stockholm Syndrome being involved lol

[ottermelon08]

hello fellow people im bored and dont want to make edits rn so here are some of my ships:

Jojo's:

Jonathan x Erina

Speedwagon x me

Joseph x Ceasar

Kars x Esidisi (they raised wamuu together🙄)

Jotaro x Kakyoin

Avdol x Polnareff

Hol Horse x N'Doul (its crack i promise)

Josuke x Okuyasu

Koichi x Yukako

Narancia x Trish

Bruno x Abbachio

Squalo x Tiziano

Sorbet x Gelato

Risotto x Proscuitto

Melone x Ghiaccio

Formaggio x Illuso

Jolyne x Hermes

Johnny x Gyro

Hot Pants x Diego

Gappy x Yasuho

Danganronpa

Aoi x Sakura

Makoto x Sayaka

Makoto x Kyoko

Sayaka x Leon

Mondo X Kiyotaka

Hajime x Nagito

Akane x Nekomaru

Ibuki x Mikan

Kazuichi x Gundham

Mahiru x Hiyoko

Peko x Fuyuhiko

Kaede x Shuichi

K1-B0 x Kokichi

Kaito x Maki

K1-B0 x Miu

Gonta x Ryoma

Himiko x Tenko

Precure

Nagisa x Honoka

Saki x Mai

Love x Setsuna

Hanasaki x Erika

Hibiki x Kanade

Miyuki x Yayoi

Mana x Kenzaki

Megumi x Hime

Kirara x Towa

Mirai x Riko

Ichika x Ciel

Himari x Aoi

Akira x Yukari

Emiru x Ruru

Hikaru x Lala

Hikaru x Yuni

Madoka x Elena

Manatsu x Laura

Manatsu x Sango

Steven Universe

Steven x Connie

Ruby x Sapphire

Pearl x Rose

Pearl x Amethyst

Pearl x Pink Pearl

Spinel x Pink Pearl

Bismuth x Pearl

Lapis x Peridot

imagine having pokemon ships

Ash x Serena

Vocaloid:

Miku x Luka

Len x Piko

Rin x Miku

Meiko x Kaito

Gumi x Gackpoid

Fukase x Flower

Mlp

Rarity x Applejack

Rainbow Dash x Pinkie Pie

Fluttershy x Discord

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Moxie x Millie

Loona x Vortex

Charlie x Vaggie

Angel Dust x Alastor

Husk x Niffty

[schadenfredde]

A small self-indulgent shippy sketch today

[mistaeq]

~my writing rules

please , always respect the fact that i can always refuse to do a request. if i happen to forget or to not write a request, ask before attacking.

WHAT DO I WRITE?

✅ reader inserts

✅ angst

✅ fluff

✅ headcanons [max. 7 characters]

✅ AUs [alternate universe]

✅ matchups [i'll match you with 2 characters]

✅ trigger warning topics i feel comfortable enough to write about

✅ nsfw

❌ character x character

❌ yandere or gore

❌ stuff that may make me uncomfortable or delicate topics i don't know enough about

❌ incest / pedophilia / racist stuff of every kind

!! don't be afraid of telling me which pronouns you'd like the s/o to have, i'm totally comfortable with feminine, masculine and neutral readers. If you don't specify it, i'll make it neutral !!

!! please be clear on your request, whether you'd like a oneshot, headcanons and what kind !!

WHO DO I WRITE ABOUT?

PHANTOM BLOOD: dio / speedwagon / jonathan

BATTLE TENDENCY: joseph / caesar / suzi q [platonic or fluff] / pillar men

STARDUST CRUSADERS: jotaro / kakyoin / avdol / polnareff / joseph [not nsfw] / dio / hol horse / steely dan / terence d'arby / n'doul

DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE: josuke / jotaro / koichi / okuyasu / keicho / rohan / mikitaka / yukako / yuya / kira / reimi [platonic]

VENTO AUREO: giorno / bucciarati / fugo / narancia [not nsfw] / mista / abbacchio / trish / la squadra / diavolo / doppio / tiziano or squalo with a male!s/o or neutral!s/o [due to the fact that they're openly gay, i wouldn't feel comfortable with writing about them with a fem!s/o] / cioccolata

!! every underage character will be aged up. !!

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Beauty and The Brando - Dio Brando (1/2)

This is gonna be a royal clusterfuck

Beauty and the Beast x Stardust Crusaders

Dio Brando x Reader

CAST:

Beast - Dio Brando Belle - Reader Maurice ( Belle's Father ) - Roses ( Joseph's driver ) The Servants - Dio's servants Gaston - Kujo Jotaro LeFou - Jean - Pierre Polnareff Monsieur D'Arque - Joseph Joestar The Baker - Muhammad Avdol The Bookseller - Kakyoin Noriaki The Triplettes - Jotaro's classmates Featherduster - Mariah  Lumiere - Daniel J. D'Arby Cogsworth - Terence T. D'Arby Mrs. Potts - Enyaba Chip - Oingo & Boingo Sultan ( the dog ) - Pet Shop The Wardrobe - Midler Chef Bouche - N'Doul Philippe ( the horse ) - Hol Horse Enchantress - Holy Kujo The Rest of the Servants - Dio's Tarot Servants

CLICK HERE FOR:

PART 2

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young nobleman lived in the great Joestar mansion. Although he had everything his heart desires, as he was a greatly ambitious man with high intellect, the nobleman was ruthless, selfish and unkind, enough so that he managed to poison his own adoptive father, who was kind enough to abide his debt to his biological father, albeit being, unbeknownst to him, the treachery of a vile, heartless and greedy man. And if that wasn't enough to show the merciless soul of the one and only greatest Lawyer of this land, the charming Dio Brando, he had to ruin the life of his adoptive brother and his wife as well...

But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the mansion and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

Repulsed by the woman's haggard appearance, the nobleman sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress, with hair golden like the Sun's rays and eyes and eyes like the azure sky.

The prince tried to apologise, realising that he didn't yet possess such extraordinary powers, but it was much too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a huge, hideous, immortal beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

Dio Brando was transformed into a Vampire, as the rose's thorns entangled around him, almost as if they electrified him, as the Enchantress put a stone mask on his face, digging its spikes onto his otherwise gorgeous visage...

Ashamed of his monstrous form, despite the power he possessed, the Vampire concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.

The rose she had offered, that before was used to transform him, morphed back to to its original, much less harmful appearance, which would grant him a painful immortality, as a lesson to learn how much despair and sorrow one who wishes to conquer the world must endure, watching every form of life wilt away around him.

However, if he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the 100 years predicted, when the last petal would fall, then the spell would be broken, and if will be able to live a normal life again.

If not, he would be doomed to waste away and remain a timeless beast until the Earth was no more.

As the years passed, he had countless women brought in by his charming appearance, by his alluring voice, by his never-ending wealth, but he was well aware that he loved none of those wenches, and clearly, neither truly loved him, but his power, so he fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love such a beast that could easily snap a human's neck with merely his fingers, as if they are nothing more than a delicate dove?

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~ 100 Years Later ~

It was a beautiful morning, but not as beautiful as the cheerful young lady who skipped the stairs of her home, leaving with a basket in her hand and made her way into the town to do her daily routine, singing her heart out.

“Little town It's a quiet village Every day Like the one before Little town Full of little people Waking up to say...” she sang in a soft voice, in a way not being content with the usual conservatory routine of the little town, hidden away from most of the civilisation and modernisation of the other big-cities around.

“Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!” everyone started greeting the young girl with happy grins on their faces. “There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Every morning just the same Since the morning that we came To this poor provincial town” Y/N sang again, doing a little twirl as she greeted the tall man.

“Good morning, Y/N!” the baker greeted her as he took a few loaves of bread to sell at his boulangerie. “Good morning, monsieur Avdol!” she greeted back, in a polite voice. “Where you off to?” he asked, getting the loaves inside. “Mr. Kakyoin’s Bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story! About elves and dwarves and dunedain and ...” she tried to tell him, her excitement obvious in her voice, but... “That’s nice. Iggy, the baguettes, hurry up!” the man interrupted her, obviously not having time for her fantasies. “Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?” 2 elderly women chanted as the girl merely sighed and walked away, used to how judgemental the people of this little town can be.

“Never part of any crowd 'Cause her head's up on some cloud No denying she's a funny girl that Y/N!” some other villagers sang together, as the girl went on her merry way towards the bookshop. “Bonjour, good day How is your family? Bonjour, good day How is your wife? I need six eggs That's too expensive!” every person around the market was singing in their own tune. “There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang, a bit tired of this tiresome routine of close-minded people who didn’t want to broaden their horizons.

“Y/N!” Noriaki jolted from his chair, putting his book aside as he greeted the girl with as much enthusiasm as she did. “Good morning! I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.” she handed him the book, as she quickly climbed up the ladder, looking around for any new books. “Already?!” the red haired man looked at her with a slightly shocked, yet slightly amused expression. “Of course, I couldn’t put it down! Have you got anything new?” she asked, just in case, making the man chuckle in glee. “Haha, not since yesterday.” he explained, going to hold the ladder for her. “That’s all right, I’ll borrow this one.” she picked up a book, handing it to the man dressed in green. “That one? But you’ve read it twice!” Kakyoin chuckled, looking at the girl’s glazed eyes. “But it’s my favourite! Far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, kings, princesses and dragons!” Y/N grinned widely, playfully hopping off the ladder. “If you like it all that much, it’s yours.” he put the book in her basket, guiding her outside. “But, Mr. Kakyoin-” she tried to object, but the man merely chuckled. “I insist!” he bowed slightly to her, smiling back. “Well, thank you! Thank you very much!” she chirped, already opening the book to start reading right away. “Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar I wonder if she's feeling well!” the 3 men outside the bookshop sang, huddling together as the girl went past a group of children, hopped the skipping chord and patted the girl on the head. “With a dreamy, far-off look And her nose stuck in a book What a puzzle to the rest of us is Y/N!” the people in the alley sang, as the girl found her way to a fountain where a woman was washing laundry and a small flock of sheep were walking around. “Oh, isn't this amazing? It's my favorite part because you'll see Here's where she meets Faramir the Charming But she won't fall for him 'til chapter thirty-three!” she sang on the fountain to the two sheep that jumped next to her, but as one of them munch the corner of a page, she decided to start moving again. “Now it's no wonder that her nickname is Beauty Her looks have got no parallel” the woman at the beauty parlor sang, snatching her wig and putting a new hat on. “But behind that fair facade I'm afraid she's rather odd Very different from the rest of us.” the man accompanying her showed her the mirror to admire herself. “She's nothing like the rest of us Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle!” the rest of the villagers sang as she went on her merry way, not paying attention to any of them.

“Ora!” was heard, as a goose fell from the sky, and Polnareff quickly ran to put it in his bag. “You didn’t miss even one, Jotaro! You’re the greatest Stand User in the Whole World!” Polnareff praised the brunet man who only grunted, with a cocky smirk, and turned to walk away. “No Stand User stands against you! And no girl, for that matter.” the silver haired man chuckled lowly, nudging his friend. “True, Polnareff. And I’ve got my sights set on that one.” he pointed towards the reading girl who helped an elderly woman with her fruit basket. “The inventor’s daughter?!” Polnareff looked at his friend with a stupid face. “She’s the one. The lucky girl I’m going to marry. I’m so tired of my annoying grandpa pissing me off to marry, and all those stupid bitches fawning over me.” Jotaro scoffed, not even hearing his companion’s objections. “The only Stand User female in town. That makes her the best. And DON’T I deserve the best, considering this mess I’m in?” the brunet sneered in annoyance. “Well, of course you do, Jotaro, but-” PolPol tried to speak, but it was no use. “Right from the moment when I saw her and her Stand... Oh, Gimme a break. Here in town there's only she Who is powerful as me Yare Yare...Making plans to woo and marry Y/N.” Jotaro realised the girl was going farther away from him, so he had to follow her, as he tipped his hat.

“Look there he goes Isn't he dreamy? Monsieur Gaston Oh, he's so cute! Be still my heart I'm hardly breathing He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!” the 3 highschool girls that kept stalking Jotaro all day long sang, swooning to the ground. “Bonjour, pardon Good day, mais oui! You call this bacon, what lovely flowers Some cheese, ten yards, one pound, excuse me I'll get the knife Please let me through! This bread, those fish, it's stale, they smell! Madame's mistaken- Well, maybe so!” the busy market sang as the girl swiftly made her way through, without as much as bothering to look up from her book.

“There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang her heart’s most burning desire. “Just watch, I'm going to make Y/N my wife!” Jotaro sang in a loud and sure tone as the rest of the villagers got in his way. “Look there she goes the girl is strange, but special A most peculiar mademoiselle! It's a pity and a sin She doesn't quite fit in 'Cause she really is a funny girl A beauty but a funny girl She really is a funny girl That Y/N!” everyone around chimed in, as Jotaro growled in rage, pushing the people away and using Star Platinum to jump on a house’s roof and jump in front of the girl, cutting her path.

“Y/N.” he tipped his hat, looking away. “Bonjour, Jotaro.” she greeted her highschool classmate, not bothering to look at him until he snatched away the book from her hands. “Jotaro, may I have my book back, please?” she asked in a low voice, not wanting to get irritated. “How can you read this? There’s no pictures.” he got the book sideways, making Star flip quickly through the pages. “Well, some people use their imagination.” she explained playfully, yet patiently. “Y/N, it’s about time you got your head out of those books and paid attention to more important things...Like me.” he humpfed, throwing her book in a puddle of mud.  “Riiiight.” she sighed, getting quickly on her knees to gingerly snatch away the book and use her Stand to fix the book. “The whole town’s talking about it. It’s not right for a woman to be so obsessed with her own fantasy world. Soon, she’ll start getting ideas and thinking, and worse, she will want a job and won’t want to settle for being a traditional housewife anymore.” Jotaro grumbled, knowing how stubborn the woman in front of him is. “Jotaro, you are positively primeval.” the girl ignored him, wiping the book’s hard cover gently. “Thank you, Y/N. What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and take a look at all the trophies I’ve taken from the Stand Users I’ve beaten.” he snatched away the book once again, making the girl roll her eyes. “Maybe some other time.” she said, but still got pushed in that direction. “What’s wrong with her? She’s crazy! He’s goooorgeous!” the Bimbettes were fawning over him, gazing with heart eyes from the sidelines. “Please, Jotaro, I can’t. I have to get home to help my father. Goodbye!” she snatched away her book, waving him goodbye awkwardly as she rushed home. “That crazy old loon. He needs all the help he can get!” Polnareff insulted her father, making the brunet man chuckle with him. “Don’t talk about my father that way!” she scolded them, making them stop laughing immediately. “Yare Yare, Polnareff, how dare you talk about her father that way?!” Star Ora’d a bump to Pol’s head. “My father is not crazy. He’s a genius!” the girl scolded them angrily.

However, just as she said that, an explosion from her house was seen, so she ran that way to make sure he’s okay. Of course, apart from his pants getting ripped off, old man Roses was fine, if not, a bit irked, but the girl couldn’t help but chuckle at her dad’s silliness, as he grumpily said he’ll give up his invention.

The girl, knowing how her father can get, hugged him and encouraged him, telling him that he will win tomorrow’s fair and become a world-famous inventor without a doubt, which made the man quickly get back to his invention.

The girl asked her dad whether he thought she was odd or not, considering that she’s an introverted bookworm who was never interested in dating or any of those silly sports or activities that her other highschool classmates do, as she’d rather read a book.

She was feeling all alone in this little town - Apart from her father and Mr. Kakyoin - She had nobody to talk to.

When Roses asked about that Kujo Jotaro guy, the girl groaned, saying how sure, he’s attractive, but that’s just that -  He’s rude to his grandpa and to his friend, he’s conceited and a big jerk and a heartbreaker. So not her style.

In the meantime, her dad managed to make the invention work, so she went to prepare Hol Horse, their family horse, so he could go to the fair and hopefully win with this log-cutter invention, and bidding him farewell, Y/N went back inside the house to do some chores.

On their way to the fair, the father managed to get himself lost in the spooky woods, and Hol Horse quickly got scared by the many bats and wolf howls, so much that the poor horse almost ran off a cliff, making Roses fall off and watch in despair as Hol ran away, followed by hungry, mangy mutts.

Said wolves, however, started running after him, and he managed to find refuge behind some grandiose gates, inside the property of the great Joestar Manor. He knocked, but getting no answer, he timidly wandered inside, asking for a place to stay for the night, as the D’Arby brothers kept arguing in their furniture state.

Roses, shocked by the incredible wonder in front of him, picked up Terence, the Cogsworth, and started touching everywhere to understand how his mechanism worked well enough to even talk freely. Terence started blushing from embarrassment and anger, as he closed his little door, but the older man sneezed in his face because of the dust, making D’arby Jr. wipe away his screen with the clock pointers.

His elder brother, Daniel the Lumiere, was much more charming and sympathetic, guiding the man to warm himself by the fire, as the little brother was trying to stop them, afraid of their Master’s wrath.

Terence fell down the stairs and watched in horror as Daniel guided Roses to the Master’s chair, and if that wasn’t enough, Pet Shop, the Hawk who became a walking cushion chair, jumped on his clock head and flew under the elder man’s feet, not before getting pet, of course, and the clothes hanger offered a warm blanket politely.

Enyaba the Tea Pot came in a huge rush on a plate, along with her two little chipped tea cups, Oingo and Boingo, offering him some tea to warm up - The elderly man chose the youngest tea cup, Boingo, who started giggling because his mustache was tickling him, making the man chuckle fatherly.

Unfortunately for all their cheerful atmosphere, the  door was slammed open, revealing a huge beast-like man with wild mane-like blond hair, piercing amber eyes like a Hawk’s, and long black claw-like nails, growling at them, and putting out the fire in the fire place, making everyone tremble in their spot.

Dio Brando the most Fearful Vampire in the Land, the Beast that was thought to be nothing more than a mere, old urban legend of the village’s...But he was real.

Nobody could argue with their master’s decision as he picked up the man, glaring at him, telling him that he’s not welcomed here, and throwing him in a prison cell, not caring for any kind of explanation.

It was a grim night.

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The next day, unbeknownst to Y/N, Jotaro and Polnareff, helped by Grandpa Joseph, made a cute little garden wedding for Jotaro and Y/N...That, before even proposing to the girl or even dating her.

Nonchalantly, he got into the girl’s house, as she was reading peacefully, and intimidatingly started walking around, telling her that today was the day all her dreams would come true, telling her his fantasies, their future life together, as she tried to walk away from him.

She manged to get the perfect opportunity as she leaned on the door and with the help of her Stand, opened said door and pushed him out, locking the door, putting his hat on the doorstep and watching as he fell into a huge puddle of mud.

As much as she was pissed off at that stupid cardboard head’s proposal, as she doesn’t want to limit herself to that provincial life, so she sang as she went into the garden, laying down between the flowers, saying how she’d hope someone would finally understand her thirst for knowledge and adventure...

That is, until she heard a loud neigh and Hol Horse galloped next to her, worrying her as her father was nowhere to be seen. Wasting no time, she got the carriage off his back and got a warm cloak, putting it around her, and jumped on the horse, letting it guide her to the huge Joestar Manor.

It was scary.

It was so scary that Hol Horse wanted to run away again, but the girl quickly jumped off of it as soon as she saw Roses’ hat inside the manor’s garden, so she realised she had to brave her fears and get inside the castle-like household, while all the furniture servants were talking between themselves, hoping that she was the fateful girl who would be able to break the spell.

Y/N kept looking around for her dad, until she got to the dungeons, as she called out for her Papa, until finally, someone responded - It was indeed her Papa, locked inside a cell, coughing, most likely ill.

“Your hands are like ice! We have to get you out of there.” she explained, holding his hand tightly as she looked around for a way to get him out of there. “Y/N, I want you to leave this place.” her father warned her, his eyes wide and filled with fright as he looked around to make sure there was no fiend around. “What?! I won’t leave you!” she gasped in shock at his words. “What are you doing here?” a growl was the only thing she heard as she was roughly pulled away from the door by the huge Vampire. “Who’s there? Who are you?” she asked, trying to gather herself from the floor. “It is me, DIO, the master of this castle.” a low, yet alluring voice came from the shadows as Dio Brando lurked around like a ghost in the darkness. “I’ve come for my father! Please, let him out! Can’t you see he’s sick?!” she pleaded, crawling to her father’s side, behind the barred door, as she strained her eyes to get a better look at his captor. “Then he SHOULDN’T have trespassed here!” Dio growled his answer, towering over the pleading girl. “But he could die! Please, I-I..I’ll do anything!” she begged him with all her heart, but the Beast in front of her merely turned away from that pitiful sight. “There’s nothing you can do. He’s my prisoner.” Dio spoke in a low voice, walking away. “There must be some way I can...WAIT!” she yelled out loud, catching the Vampire’s attention. “...Take me instead.” she declared in a much softer voice, almost inaudible, were it not for his fine hearing. “You?!...Why would YOU take his place? You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you, and you’d rather waste it away, rotting in such a place, just to offer this geezer’s a few years more to live?” the blond man prowled in front of the petite girl, towering over her, looking at her with a foreign shock and curiosity. “Y/N, no! You don’t know what you’re doing!” her father tried to beg her not to do something so foolish. “He’s my father...He’s the only person who ever believed, cared and loved me, from all that town filled with hypocrites, ingrates and close-minded low-lives. I’d do anything to know he’s okay...So...If I were to take his places...Would you let him go?” her voice was filled with both anger at the village and the way they treated her, but also sorrow, for having to choose to be separated from her papa, because of such an unfortunate twist of events. “Yes. But you must promise to stay here forever. Are you willing to make such a sacrifice for someone else?” he asked, in a voice, almost as if she was making a pact with the devil himself. “...Come into the light.” she demanded, and without much hesitation, the man stepped into the moonlight offered by the crack in the ceiling, making the girl gasp and step back, hitting her back to the wall seeing the man that was almost twice her size in height and at least 10 times in muscle weight, as his elongated teeth were shining like a predator’s. “No, Y/N, I won’t let you do this!” her father pleaded, but with one last look at him, the girl knew she had to do anything in her power to save him, the way he saved her every day. “You have my word.” she walked in front of the Beast, who looked at her with mild interest, before nodding slightly.

As the Vampire walked past her to liberate the old man, the girl’s knees weakened from so many pent up emotions, and she fell to the ground, while Roses hugged her tightly, trying to change her mind.

But the Beast already had his mind set - The girl was his and his alone.

As Dio hurried to throw the old man into a carriage, ordering to be sent back to the village, he noticed the girl huddled by a little window, crying her eyes out, all the regret in her heart for not even be allowed to say her final goodbyes.

Something in the blond man’s heart seemed to break, even though he thought that heart to be there no more, but this...This was something that he never expected to ever feel in this life.

“I’ll show you to your room.” he ordered the girl, as she looked at him with confusion in her wide fawn-like eyes. “R-Room? But...I thought...?” she stuttered, looking around in the tower room her father was once imprisoned in. “Would you rather stay in this tower? If not, then follow me.” Dio tsked, not even waiting for an answer as he made his way to one of the guest rooms.

The girl followed close after, being scared and still tearing up softly as she looked left and right to see creepy gargoyle and monster-like statues, as the only source of light offered came from Daniel’s little candle fire.

“Say something to her, she’s in distress! Be the British Gentleman you were born as!” the Lumiere whispered, urging his Master to do something. “...I hope this place will be to your liking...This Mansion is your home as well as it is mine and the servants’ now, therefor you are allowed to go anywhere to your heart’s content, save for the west wing.” the blond explained the castle’s places to go, but of course, Y/N was a curious girl and she wanted answers. “Why, what’s in the west wing-” she tried to ask, only to be cut off swiftly. “It’s forbidden.” Dio turned to glare at her for a split second, making her eek  in surprise, before continuing his way to her room, opening the door for her. “Should you need anything, you need only just ask, and my servants will attend to you.” he said, almost robotically. “Dinner! Invite her to dinner!” Daniel nudged his master, as he nodded. “You shall join me for dinner. That is an order, not a request.” Dio slammed the door shut behind him, letting the girl groan in frustration and fright, jumping on the bed to sob her feelings away.

At the same time, Jotaro was growling and drinking his anger away, as Polnareff tried to pacify his friend who felt disgraced by that simpleton woman’s rejection. The silver haired man started singing as he tried to cheer him up.

“No one's slick as JoJo No one's quick as JoJo No one's neck's as incredibly thick as JoJo's For there's no man in town half as manly Perfect, a pure paragon!” Polnareff sang, taking out Silver Chariot and strangling Joots with a belt, only to see the leather snap with ease at a simple flex. “You can ask any Koichi, Okuyasu, or Josuke! And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on!”  the silver haired man chirped proudly as he got picked up.

“No one's big like JoJo A king pin like JoJo!” the 1-Braincell trip chanted, most likely drunk.

“No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like JoJo!” Polnareff grinned, poking his chin.

“Yare Yare Daze...Of course, I’m an intimidating man.” Jotaro flexed his arms, taking out Star Platinum who mimicked his action.

“My, what a guy, that JoJo Give five "hurrahs!" Give twelve "hip-hips!" JoJo is the best And the rest is all drips!” the crown from the Tavern, along with the French man, sang cheerfully, until the latter managed to throw beer at Jotaro’s face, angering him.

“No one fights like JoJo Douses lights like JoJo In a wrestling match nobody bites like JoJo!” Jotaro Ora’d the hell out of Polnareff with his Star Platinum, as he himself jumped on the table, wrestling all the men there. 

“For there's no one as burly and brawny“ the three Bimbettes sang, having heart eyes watching the man show off. “As you see I've got biceps to spare.” effortlessly, Star lifted the bench on which the 3 girls were sitting.

“Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny” the silver haired man got up, nudging the brunet.  

“That's right! And ev'ry last inch of me's covered with hair.“ the lad ripped off the tank top he had underneath his school uniform jacket.

“No one hits like JoJo Matches wits like JoJo!“ the crowd chanted, as Jotaro flipped the checkers table in anger, realising he was going to lose.

“In a spitting match nobody spits like JoJo!” Polnareff giggled like a schoolgirl, making his friend glare at him.

“Don’t even think about it.” Jotaro sneered at him.

“When I was a wee lad, I ate four dozen bentos my mother made me Ev'ry morning to help me get large And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen bentos So I'm roughly the size of a barge.” Jotaro smirked widely, flexing and showing off.

“No one shoots like JoJo Makes those beauts like JoJo!” the crown sang merrily as the brunet man used Star Finger to make holes in a barrel and let beer fall as if it was a fountain.

“Then goes tromping around wearing boots like JoJo!” Polnareff screamed loudly to be heard from all the loud stomping Jotaro did as he slumped back in his throne-like red chair. 

“I use enemy Stand Users’ heads in all of my decorating.” he showed off, pointing on the large wall filled with trophy heads.

“Say it again Who's a man among men? And then say it once more Who's the hero next door? Who's a super success? Don't you know? Can't you guess? Ask his fans and his five hangers-on There's just one guy in town who's got all of it down” the crowd chanted as they raised up the chair he was in, but dropped them on Polnareff’s poor back.

“And his name's J--O--T--A... J--O--O--T--S... J--O--E--S--......”  the silver haired man tried his best to spell breathlessly from under the chair, but with no luck, so he let the rest of the people chant his friend’s name.

KUJO JOTARO!

Just as they finished the song, Roses barged into the tavern, asking for help, but of course, nobody believed him, so he was thrown out of the pub as everyone kept laughing -

Until Jotaro smirked, realising that he could use the influence his grandpa has as the Asylum owner, and if he throws the old man there, Y/N would surely fall to his feet and marry him!

“No one plots like JoJo” the two friends’ Stands started dancing around the tavern together, celebrating the future victory of their unbeatable plan.

“Takes cheap shots like JoJo” Jotaro sang, as Star Platinum lifted Silver Chariot in the air.

“Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like JoJo” Polnareff laughed obnoxiously.

“So, his marriage we soon will be celebrating! My what a guy JoJo!” everyone in the pub chanted loudly and cheerfuly.

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Returning back to Y/N’s room, a soft knock on the door woke her up from the trance of tears, and she soon realised that Old Enyaba, along with Oingo and Boingo came to help her calm down...

But how could this be possible? A walking, talking tea pot? Tea cups as well? Her surprise was even bigger as she bumped into Midler, the cheerful wardrobe, so of course, despite how bewildering this...Everything was...

She couldn’t help herself but sit on the ground and drinking the little tea that Boingo could fit.

“That was a rather brave thing you did, dear, if not, a tad foolish." Enyaba spoke in a grandma-like voice. “We all think so...” Midler spoke in a sympathetic voice. “But...I’ve lost everything. My father, my dreams, my future, my sense of self...” Y/N sighed, an obvious sad look on her face. “Cheer up, child, it will turn out all right in the end, that much, I can predict, you’ll see. Oh, listen to me, jabbering on, while there’s supper to get on the table. Oingo, Boingo, let’s go!” Enyaba jumped out of the room, as the two brother cups said their goodbyes. “Hmmm, what shall we dress you in tonight? Let’s see what I got in my drawers!...! OOPS! Haha...How embarrassing...” Midler laughed awkwardly as some moths got out of her, before taking out a cute, little pink dress. “Oh, you’ll look ravishing in this one!” “That’s very kind of you, but I’m not going to dinner.” the girl tried to say, but just then, Terence came to tell her that dinner is served.

Down in the dining room, the Master was stomping around the room mindlessly, waiting for the girl to come, as he snapped impatiently at his servants who were just as anxious as he was.

Of course, they were all aware that this was the only opportunity they had to make the pair fall in love, but Dio was cursing himself out loud for allowing that damn enchantment to mess with appearance, no longer looking as charming as a prince as 100 years ago.

Dio was desperate, he wanted his life back, but he had no idea how to make himself be presentable and calm in front of this contemporary damsel that he caused the distress of. 

He was just like the dragon who kidnapped the princess and kept her in imprisoned, so he’d be surely damned before he would ever be able to make her fall in love with him.

As Enyaba and Daniel tried to give him the basic tips and remind him how to be a proper gentleman, Terence came, fumbling on his words...Until he spewed that the girl won’t be attending dinner...

Which is when the Vampire snapped and letting out a pitched “WRYYYYYYY”, he stomped his way quickly to the girl’s new room, banging harshly on the door.

“I suggest you get out of that room, otherwise I will break the door!” he yelled, clawing at the door in anger.

“Uh...Master...I could be wrong but...I doubt that is how you will gain her affections.” Daniel spoke awkwardly. “Please! Attempt to be a gentleman!” Terence pleaded his master. “But she is being so difficult!” Dio sneered lowly, throwing his arm dramatically to point at the door. “Gently! Geeeeently!” Enyaba tried to pacify his master, as he took a deep breath, trying to control himself. “Will you come down to dinner?” he asked, this time in a scorned, yet low, feign-calmer voice. “No!” was her only interjection, that made the blond man grit his teeth, glaring at his servants, to make them realise she couldn’t be reasoned with. “Suave! Geeentle!” Terence tried to speak in a softer voice. “...It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner...Please.” he managed to say, albeit with a lot of pauses to calm himself. “No, thank you!” she called out from inside the room. “I AM DIO BRANDO, YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME FOREVER, I AM THE MASTER OF THIS PLACE! Even if you attempt to hide behind that door, you can’t stay there forever!” Dio yelled at her in an obviously angry voice. “Watch me!” was the only thing she replied. “FINE! Then go ahead and STARVE, you spoiled little missy!...If she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all!” Dio’s voice echoed throughout the whole mansion, making the servants icky with fear and disappointment.

“Older brother, stand watch at the door and see if anything changes.” Terence ordered his elder brother. “Oui, mon frere!” Daniel nodded with a military salute as he started guarding the door. “Well, we might as well go downstairs and start cleaning up.” Terence sighed, as him as Enyaba went to help with the cleaning up.

In the West wing, the room that was trashed already from top to bottom, except for a crystal-glass bell in which the magic rose was being trapped, Dio Brando stormed inside said place, grumbling and destroying even more of the furniture to ease his frustration.

“I ask her nicely to dine with me, and she refuses! The nerve! The audacity of that wench! What does she want me to do, beg?! I, Dio Brando, will NEVER beg! Mirror, show me the girl!” he roughly grabbed the mirror, spying on his new captive, and seeing Midler try to console her, trying to tell her that he is not so bad once you get to know him, but the girl was nothing but stubborn, which angered him even more...Or maybe that was just the last bit of hope he had getting stomped on. “That stupid enchantress...Doing something as despicable as this to me...This stupid girl will never be able to see the Dio from 100 years ago, no matter what I do. I’m no JoJo, and she’s no Erina. I guess monsters like me are fated to forever wallow in misery and self-pity their whole life. This was hopeless from the beginning.” he sighed, putting down the mirror gently as he watched another petal fall of the rose.

Back to Y/N’s room, the girl slowly opened the door, peeking to see if anyone was looking around, and seeing the coast clear, she tip toed out of there...As her guard, Daniel, was busy fooling around with Mariah the Featherduster behind the courtains, giggling and flirting like no tomorrow...Until the Lumiere noticed Y/N which made him let Mariah fall to the ground, not even hearing her cursing him.

“Zut alors! She has emerged!” he gasped in shock as the girl made her way to the Kitchens, where she was greeted by Terence, at first, only to have Daniel get in front of him, get her hand, kissing the back of it, and wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Enchante, cherie~!” “If there’s anything we can do to make your stay here more comfortable...” Terence tried to say, before his elder brother burnt his butt with a candle fire. “Well, I guess I’m a bit hungry.” she smiled at them in amusement. “You are? Hear that, she’s hungry! Stoke the fire! Break out the silver, wake the china!” Enyaba started ordering all the dishes to come out at once. “Remember what the master said...!” Terence started sweating in despair. “Pish tosh! I’m not about to let the poor child go hungry!” Enyaba cackled like an old hag. “She’s our guest! We must make her feel welcome here! Right this way, mademoiselle~!” Daniel guided them to the dining room, much to his brother’s anxiety attack. “We- We must be quiet! If the master finds out...” he tried to explain, but Daniel had none of it. “Of course, of course! But what is a dinner without a little music~?”

Daniel brought Y/N to the long banquet table as he started singing and entertaining the girl, so she won’t have to think bad because of what happened before.

"Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride And greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair As the dining room proudly presents Your dinner!" he spoke in his usual suave voice as he put on a sort-of hat, and the dishes were slowly dancing around him.

“Be our guest, be our guest Put our service to the test Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie And we'll provide the rest!” he sang as a few dishes were brought in front of her.

“Soup du jour, hot hors d'oeuvres Why, we only live to serve Try the grey stuff, it's delicious Don't believe me, ask the dishes!” as he opened a tray of little food samples for her to try.

“They can sing, they can dance After all, miss, this is France And a dinner here is never second best!” Daniel sang as the dished from the cupboard got in a formation to resemble the Eiffel Tower.

“Go on, unfold your menu Take a glance and then you'll Be our guest oui, our guest Be our guest!” the Lumiere gave the girl a menu for her to look at. “Beef ragout, cheese soufflé Pie and pudding, on flambé We'll prepare and serve with flair A culinary cabaret!” he continued as a ton of dished danced and sang in front of her, and of course, she couldn’t stop herself and took a bite.

“You're alone and you're scared But the banquet's all prepared No one's gloomy or complaining While the flatware's entertaining!” the spoons started diving inside the punch bowl, like sync dancing in the water.

“We tell jokes, I do tricks With my fellow candlesticks” Daniel was thrown into the air as he used the little flames on his candles to do little firecracker tricks. “And it's all in perfect taste that you can bet Come on and lift your glass You've won your own free pass To be our guest if you're stressed It's fine dining we suggest Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!” the ale, wine, water and mead caraffas started dancing, pulling Terence along with them. “Life is so unnerving For a servant who's not serving He's not whole without a soul to wait upon Ah, those good old days when we were useful Suddenly those good old days are gone Too long we've been rusting Needing so much more than dusting Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills! Most days we just lay around the castle Flabby, fat and lazy You walked in and oops-a-daisy!”  as the salt started falling down Terence, his elder brother started throwing him around, as if he was dancing with him, until he threw him inside the green jelly, then propelling him away again.

“It's a guest, it's a guest Sake's alive, well I'll be blessed! Wine's been poured and thank the Lord I've had the napkins freshly pressed With dessert, she'll want tea And my dear that's fine with me While the cups do their soft-shoein' I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing I'll get warm, piping hot Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot? Clean it up, we want the company impressed We've got a lot to do! Is it one lump or two?” Enyaba sang cheerfully, preparing the napkins, the pots with the hot food, and the little cups.

“For you, our guest (she's our guest) She's our guest (she's our guest) Be our guest, be our guest! Our command is your request It's been years since we've had anybody here And we're obsessed With your meal, with your ease Yes, indeed, we aim to please!” the flower holders all went to Y/N for her to admire and sniff in the gorgeous flowers’ smell, while all the plates, forks, knives, spoons and cups were dancing together, getting on their spot on the long table.

“While the candlelight's still glowing Let us help you, we'll keep going...” everyone sang as the candeholders all got up on by one, letting Daniel have the spotlight, on top of one of the cakes.

“Course by course, one by one 'Til you shout, "enough I'm done!" Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest Tonight you'll prop your feet up But for now, let's eat up!” Daniel sang as he danced some cabaret, while the the illuminated chandelier, along with a few other coloured lights, came down from behind the courtains, revealing the forks dancing cabaret as well, as the featherdusters all went behind Terence to join the dance.

“Be our guest Be our guest Be our guest Please, be our guest” everyone danced and sang merrily as all the bubbly champagne bottles popped open, making the girl join in the singing, clapping happily, her eyes sparkling with glee and admiration at the incredible show they all put together just for her, along with the tons of dishes she was surrounded by.

“Bravo, that was absolutely wonderful!” she grinned widely in appreciation. “Thank you! Haha, thank you, mademoiselle! Good show, wasn’t it, everyone?...Mon Dieu, look at the time! Now it’s off to bed, off to bed!” Terence tried to usher her back to bed after eating the best meal of her life. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly go to bed now! It’s my first time in an enchanted castle!” she clapped in glee. “E-Enchanted? Who said anything about enchanted...?...IT WAS YOU, WASN’T IT?!” Terence growled at his elder brother, starting to beat him up. “I...Figured it out by myself.” she chuckled in amusement as she parted the quarreling brothers. “I’d like to look around...If that’s alright, of course.” she got out from her seat, looking to her surroundings as if she was a curious meerkat. “Would you like a tour?” Daniel asked charmingly. “Wait a second. Wait a second! I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. We...Can’t let her go poking around in certain places, if you know what I mean.” Terence nudged his elder brother. “Hmm...Perhaps you’d like to take me? I’m sure you know everything there is to know about the castle.” she winked at him, as he couldn’t help but blush. “I...Well...Actually...Oui, je sais.” Terence chuckled awkwardly as he took the girl on a tour, telling her about Baroque and Rococo designs, until he realised she was going to the stairs to the West Wing, and they tried to stop her, but to no avail...

Until they mentioned the Library, and she feigned she was going with them, as they walked ahead, and she went ahead to see what was so interesting in the West Wing that was forbidden.

The place was trashed, unlike any other, and the statues were much scarier. Walking down the creepy corridor, she got in front of this grand door that had a golden beast as a handle, and taking a deep breath, she mustered the courage to go venture inside and look around the room that was nothing more than a ruin she had no idea what to make of.

Looking around, she noticed a big portrait of a man, but it was clawed...So she gingerly put together the parts, revealing a very handsome young man, holding a lawyer’s degree...The man had shiny blond hair and amber eyes...

That man was definitely Dio Brando before he transformed into the frightening beast that he is now.

However, he eyes weren’t enchanted by the gorgeous man for too long, as a little pink shine captured her attention in the corner of her eye, and she noticed a single red-pink rose, floating and glittering inside a glass bell, around it a pink aura that seemed nothing less than magical.

The girl’s curiosity doomed her, as she took off the bell to get a better look at the flower, yet afraid to touch it at first, as it was mesmerising... But it was captivating, it was enchanting, and she couldn’t stop herself as her fingers slowly started inching towards its petals...

Only for a huge shadow to loom over her, as the Vampire came out of nowhere, no sound of movement detected, and he quickly covered the rose again, towering over the girl, glaring and speaking in a dark, threatening voice.

“Why did you come her?! Have you no mind or recollection of what I just said earlier? This place is FORBIDDEN, and for a reason!” his voice was frightening to say the least, making her eyes go wide as saucers from the huge temperament change. “I-I’m really sorry! Curiosity got the best of me and...” she kept stuttering, her hands of in defense as she tried to step back away from him. “I WARNED you NEVER to come here!” he yelled roughly the emphasised words. “I didn’t mean any harm, I’m really sorry!” she tried to calm him down, but he only got angried. “DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE?!” he growled, almost animalistic, his long, white fangs now looking even more threatening than before, as he backhanded a desk, breaking it. “Dio, please stop, you’re scaring me!” she glued her back to a broken wardrobe in fear. “GET OUT! GEEEEEET OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!” he started trashing around like wild, making the girl yelp in fear, as she ran away, taking her cloak and getting out of the mansion.

She didn’t care about the D’Arby brothers’ siblings, nor about the promise or the harsh blizzard going on outside, since winter was rougher than usual - She climbed up on Hol Horse and galloped the hell out of there, hoping to get home, but the road was filled with surprises as the Horse got scared from the big group of wolves that started jumping at him.

He could only run away, unfortunately stomping too hard on the frozen lake, falling in, but somehow managing to get back to the snowy ground...But so did the wolves. In its fear, the Horse kept bucking to his hind legs, making its reins somehow knot themselves on a branch and throwing off the girl, as it tried to fend off the predators. 

Y/N, in fear, got the nearest wooden bat branch she found, trying not to let the hungry pack bite her, trashing around with the bat aimlessly, until one of the wolves managed to bite and tug the wood from her arms, leaving her defenseless, as another one jumped on her, getting her by the cloak and throwing her to the ground, as another tried to jump and maul her.

By good fortune, the girl and her horse were saved by Dio who arrived just in time, letting out a mighty WRYYY and yelling “ZA WARUDO”...And the next time she blinked, there were no more wolves...They disappeared like magic...And all she could see was a big, yellow Stand.

That Stand disappeared quickly, before the girl could even say that she could see it, as the man fell to the ground, panting in exhaustion, a few wounds on him.

“It’s been such a long time since I used my Stand, that I can’t even do it properly anymore. How pitiful of me...To get wounded by some mangy mutts...I should’ve burned them, like I did with JoJo’s stupid Danny.” he growled in a low voice as he fainted to the ground.

The girl then wrapped her cloak around his figure, then made the horse get down so she could get him on and back to the mansion to treat his wounds.

He was obviously weakened when she helped him on his chair by the fire...He couldn’t even look at her from the shame and anger he had in his heart.

“I saw you’re a Stand User...Well, so am I. Will you let me heal you, Dio? It’s the least I can do after you saved me.” she asked him, as she sat kneeling by his side, trying to get a hold of his wounded arm. “No.” he replied as stubbornly as she did before. “What?! Just-...Just hold still!” she took out her beautiful, light blue Stand and used the water it conjured to heal the wound...But not without the Vampire letting out a pitched WRYYYYYYYYY as he yanked his arm back. “IT HURTS!!!” he yelled in her face, but she only frowned. “You’re a century old Vampire and you whine about some sting?! Just hold still and it won’t hurt as much!” she raised her tone at him. “If were to drink the blood from your body, I’d have no more wounds! Besides, none of this would have happened if you hadn’t run away!” he spoke back just as cheeky. “If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away!” she scoffed, spitting back her comeback. “Well...You shouldn’t have been in the West Wing!” he shot right back after a second of thinking. “Well, you should learn to control your temper!...Now hold still, this might sting a little, but that’s how healing works. At least it has a pretty fast effect.” she said as her Stand carefully started healing his arm, as she held his hand. “By the way...Thank you for saving my life.” she spoke in a much softer voice than before. “...You’re welcome. I won’t take your blood either.” Dio scoffed, turning his back away...But his amber eyes still glanced to the side to take a peek at her.

The whole night was much better for the two of them, and they thought there was nothing else that could possibly disturb their peace for now on...

However, unbeknownst to any of the Mansion’s residents, the one and only Kujo Jotaro, the great great great grandson of his rival and step-brother, but also, the only man he ever respected in his life, was plotting revenge along with grandpa Joseph Joestar, the Asylum’s director...

And that revenge was something nobody could ever expect.

Kujo Jotaro was nothing less than an ambitious man who ALWAYS got his way when he was pissed off.

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