Dolce. B
My Ride or Die OC might just be a Reader-insert but I have others who are more fleshed out, here's one:
TW: Mentions of child prostitution.
Dolce Brando is the illegitimite daughter of Dio Brando and a prositute he frequented during the year 1888 who eventually gave birth to her and her twin brother, Dante Brando, some time in 1889. Unable to care for her babies, their mother gives them up to a Church orphanage and for a time, they grow up relatively happy. Until Dante falls sick with typhoid and the Church kicks them out to the streets in order to prevent him from infecting other children.
Desperate to save her brother, Dolce manages to find their mother barely conscious in an opium den who tells her about their rich father, Dio, a Hugh Hudson Law graduate who was adopted by the noble Joestar family. So Dolce sets out to track him down, determined to demand money and shelter from him only to find out that he mysteriously disappeared after graduating from university. Looking into the Joestars, she crosses paths with one Erina Pendelton, now known as Erina Joestar who is working as an English teacher at the school her son attends. Erina tells Dolce that Dio died on a ship while attempting to murder her husband and his brother, Jonathan Joestar. She never tells her about the Stone Mask that turned Dio into a vampire but makes sure to let Dolce know what a tyrranical and cruel man her father was and that he didn't leave any money or assets for her to inherit. Erina doesn't offer any help to Dolce and Dolce doesn't ask for any out of pride.
Frustrated from running into dead ends and with Dante growing weaker and weaker with each passing day, Dolce joins a brothel on Ogre Street at aged 14. The money she recieves from selling her virginity to the highest bidder, covered the costs of Dantes treatment and he miraculously survives.
Young, beautiful and intelligent, Dolce quickly climbs the ranks of the brothel and becomes a high end escort only afforded by the rich but she only grows to resent the world around her. At age 16, Dolce kills her souteneur and takes over the brothel to start an all-female crime syndicate who specialises in theft and shoplifting. When Dante finds out how Dolce has been paying for their expenses, he tries to stop her and when she refuses, he leaves. Angry at her for always keeping him sheltered and in the dark and feeling guilty for the sacrifices she had to make to ensure their survival, Dante sets out on his own journey to prove his worth as a man.
Dante's departure devastates Dolce and she goes into a spiral of sex, drugs and alcohol. She becomes more ruthless in her dealings with her own syndicate too, executing a member and her lover for wanting to quit the gang to get married and settle down. When her cruelty becomes too much to bear, a few members rally together to usurp her position as boss.
Dolce Brando died at age 18, killed in a shoot out with her own gang members. She never saw or heard from her brother again.
Design Notes & More
I messed up her face a little in this drawing but I had Cara Delevingne in mind when I was drawing her. She just has that deviousness to her face that I imagine Dio's daughter would have. Dolce's hair was also difficult to draw, she kept looking like a cross between Diego and Lucy Steel so her hair may change in future drawings, idk. Her namesake is obviously from the very famous brand, Dolce & Gabbana.
I also didn't specify this but the bit about prostitution is in reference to how young girls were exploited through dance and ballet in the 19th Century. Dolce is also exploited through a similar means that I might go into detail in a fic or something.
Unknowingly, Dolce takes after Dio a lot. The only person she ever loved was her brother and when he leaves her, she goes berserk and brings about her own downfall. Like Dio's canon children, save for Giorno, she is a very tragic character. If Dolce were to ever meet Dio, she would play nice at first before attempting to murder him. Even without knowing him, Dolce hated Dio because of how he failed to steal the Joestar fortune and ended up "dying". She is headstrong and ambitious so she would also try to achieve Heaven for herself but ultimately fail because of her fate.
But I wonder what would Dio think of Dolce? I think he would not like her but at the same time, have a soft spot for her. They definately share the same or similar opinions about fate and humanity.
Let me know what you guys think! 🙂
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marie you sharing that art of old hoeseph vs young hoeseph got me thinking of a threesome most foul.......
OHHH MY GODDDDDD
DOUBLE THE TROUBLE
FT. Oldseph and Young Joseph Joestar; (fem!reader)
WARNINGS: Minors and ageless blogs dni. Sexually explicit content under cut. Threesome, cunnilingus, oldseph is experienced and youngseph is not, let’s just say that oldseph teaches youngseph how to treat a woman, little bit o’ selfcest, mentions of oral towards the end, masturbation. NOT proofread.
How did this happen? One moment you’re fighting a stand user alongside Mr Joestar and the next you’re helping… younger him off of the ground. The stand user was nowhere to be seen, which meant that you and Mr Joestar were now stuck with Joseph, who wouldn’t stop asking questions.
“Where am I? How did I get here? Are you… me? Damn I’m fine! Who are you? Damn you’re fine too!” Joseph rambled on nonsensically, checking himself out alongside you. “I aged like a fine wine, didn’t I?” He looked directly at you, wearing a shit eating grin.
“Mr Joestar, what do we do now?” You turned to look at the older man, who was not paying a single bit of attention to you. “Mr Joestar??” He smiled at the sight of his younger self, his eyes shining mischievously.
“Hey what’s that look for?” Joseph raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms defensively. Though, he had a point, what was that look for?
“See Y/n! I told you I was a looker when I was younger!” Mr Joestar exclaimed, shouting in glee as he ran over to Joseph. He grabbed the younger man by his shoulders and shook him silly. “You can’t even deny it! Just look at this guy!!”
“Mr Joestar.” You rolled your eyes and frowned at him. “What are we going to do about younger you? We can’t just let the others see him.”
“Hey! I have a name, you know!”
“Shut it dipshit! I’m thinking!” Your comeback immediately silenced him, and he almost looked surprised by the fact that you had such energy in you. “Mr Joestar, we should take him back to the hotel. We can get him a room and such, but we’ve gotta keep him somewhere while we figure out how to get rid of him.”
The older man nodded, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you aside. “Listen. It’s younger me we’re dealing with. And if I know myself, that little shit isn’t going to listen to us worth a damn. So he’s gonna stay in your room.” He looked over at Joseph, who was talking to himself as he observed the wall he was leaning against.
“Hard pass.”
“What?! Why not?!?” Clearly he wasn’t expecting that response, but it’s not like he could fight you on it. “Fine. He’ll stay in my room. I’ll kick out Avdol and make him sleep with Polnareff.”
Looking over at Joseph, you sighed, shaking your head. “Sure. Sounds like a plan.” You held back a chuckle as you made eye contact with Joseph, who immediately smiled. He was like a puppy.
And you’d be damned if you didn’t find him adorable.
“Just stop by my room if you need anything. It’s not like I’ll get a lot of sleep anyways.” You waved lazily and wandered off towards the hotel. And while you maintained a calm composure, you were panicking internally.
Two Josephs?!? You were so fucked.
The sound of soft knocking at your door pulled you from your slumber, nearly scaring the shit out of you. Who could possibly up at this hour? Was it an enemy stand user?? You hopped out of your bed and stumbled towards the door, taking a defensive stance as you opened it.
And naturally, you were met with the face of Mr Joestar.
“Mr Joestar. What are you doing here?” You mumbled and stepped aside, allowing him to come into your room. Behind him followed Joseph, who looked wide awake.
“He won’t let me sleep. You watch him for a bit.” He spoke as if you were Joseph’s mother and he were his exhausted father.
“Hell no. He’s literally you,” with a huff, you plopped back down onto the bed. Who did he think he was to demand such a thing of you? Why can’t he just find a way to shut Joseph up himself?? “Just feed him or something.”
“You’re talking about me like I’m an animal.” Joseph’s voice whispered into your ear. When had he gotten so close?? And what was with that tone of voice??? “I’m not.”
“Do you not know the values of personal space?!” You kicked him away and sat up, crossing your arms. From your position you could see Mr Joestar and Joseph eyeing you, one gaze exhausted and the other bright and bubbly.
“What? Can I not appreciate your beauty?”
Oh he thought he was smooth for that one.
“Joseph, let’s not do this now.” Mr Joestar grumbled, shaking his head. “Can’t believe I’m talking to myself.”
“Neither can I.” A yawn slipped through your lips, a gasp quickly following afterwards as your back collided with the mattress. Joseph trapped you between his arms, his eyes wide as he stared down at you.
“You know, you sure are pretty.”
“Pretty?” You felt the mattress shift as Mr Joestar adjusted himself, scooting closer to you. “Joseph that’s now how you woo a woman.”
“Oh yeah?!” Joseph challenged, looking up at him with a scowl. “Since you’re so good, why don’t you show me? Just how exactly do I ‘woo a woman’ old man?”
You barely even noticed that Mr Joestar had moved to sit behind you, his chest pressing against your back. “W-Woah now- what’s this about-??” Your voice cracked as you spoke, only furthering your embarrassment. His strong arms wrapped around your waist as his head rested in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
“You see Joseph, you’ve gotta treat her like a queen. If you don’t, then she’ll dip.” Mr Joestar ignored your protests and began to kiss your neck, his beard tickling you slightly. His touch was light as a feather. And it made your face flush.
“You’ve gotta be gentle,” he whispered against your skin, one of his hands slipping underneath the waistband of your shorts while the other held you in place. “Right Y/n?”
Was this a dream?? It seemed so surreal, especially since you’ve always found the man to be attractive.
“Right, Mr J-Joestar…” you were breathless, with your head rolled back and your eyes squeezed shut. Even if it is just a dream, you were willing to take advantage of it.
“I see…” Joseph’s eyes were focused on you, his gaze practically searing into your skin. The bed dipped as he leaned forward, and you felt his hand on your cheek. “Gentle, you say? What if she likes it rough?”
“Well you’ve gotta build up to that, Joseph. She’ll tell you what she wants in time.” Right as he said that, his finger rubbed against your clit, causing you to gasp. “See? She likes that.”
That bastard. He was really taking his time, wasn’t he?
Your hips bucked against his hand as he pushed your shorts down, spreading your legs so that he could give Joseph the full view. However, the brunette couldn’t have cared less about what the older man was doing to you. He was too busy working up the courage to kiss you.
Mr Joestar rubbed his finger along your folds slowly, his lips still pressed against your neck as he collected your slick. Then, right as he pushed his finger into you, Joseph smashed his lips onto yours.
Your mouth opened in a silent moan, and Joseph took that as his sign to shove his tongue into your mouth. He wasn’t a good kisser by any means, but god the feeling was sending you over the edge.
Joseph’s hands ran along the sides of your body as he kissed you. He seemed confident, just like his older counterpart, and it turned you on.
“Joseph-“ You were cut off by the loud whine that escaped you, as Mr Joestar had added another finger to the mix. You felt like you were melting, and your body leaned back into his and further away from Joseph.
“See? Take things slow and she’ll be nice and ready.”
“I get it. Let me try…” Joseph leaned forward and removed Mr Joestar’s fingers. Your reaction made him smirk, and he wasted no time slipping two fingers into your entrance. Mr Joestar took that as his sign to undress, slipping off his shirt and unbuckling his pants while Joseph fingered you.
Another moan was torn from you, as his pace much faster than the older man’s. It was starting to drive you crazy, especially since you could now feel Mr Joestar’s hardened cock against your back.
“Y/n… would you like to help me out over here..?” He asked you sweetly, taking your hand and guiding it to his dick. Once he got you situated, he smiled at Joseph, as if to brag that you were touching him first.
Joseph didn’t like that idea, and did about the only thing he could think of.
“You know, if you don’t stop being a douche then I might have to French kiss you.” Joesph’s lips formed into a smirk, satisfied by both your reaction and Mr Joestar’s. But the old man’s surprise was short lived.
“Why don’t you then?”
God they really were the same person, weren’t they?
You continued to stroke Mr Joestar’s cock, your pace quickening as Joseph hesitated, forcing the old man’s head to roll back. A low moan passed through his lips that made your stomach flip, and apparently Joseph was just as entranced.
“I’ll pass…” he mumbled and lowered himself between your legs, his nose brushing against your clit. Joseph hummed, experimentally wrapping his lips around it and sucking, chuckling as you squirmed.
Mr Joestar clamped a hand over your lips as you stroked him, his voice wavering. “Now now, remember what you said? We can’t let the others know…” He leaned into you weakly, another moan escaping him. “So keep quiet, okay y/n? Be a good girl and let me teach Joseph how to handle you.”
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Monster AU - Risotto Nero research notes
You weirdos really wanted me to try and study this guy. It’s… been interesting! Here’s what I have:
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[A paper of notes about Risotto Nero. The paper has tape in various places.]
[On the left side:]
Risotto Nero
he/him (I think)
At least 6'5" by my estimate (I'm VERY short so hard to tell)
Leader of "La Squadra" (bunch of assassins. Every time I've tried to infiltrate, catboy catches (:3) on to me.) Human jaw strength is about 7.5 times a cat's. hospital.
Species : Sanguisuge ('vampire') - species unknown
has fangs (yes)
drinks blood (yes)
Non-undead (bleeds normal blood, so he must have been born like this).
Not P.C.S (Pop Culture Standard)—no weakness to garlic, can be in direct sunlight (though he seems to prefer not to be) and no weakness to religious affects despite being Catholic aligned—can tell he's Italian-born.
I know he drinks blood because I’ve seen him do it. seems to have keen senses. I’m sure this isn’t surprising but I can’t get close enough to tell if he’s warm- or cold-bodied. he could be a half-vampire. They’re usually more likely to be warm-bodied despite still having poor circulation. They often don’t have to drink blood, but the craving is stronger, especially if they don’t give in often. They also tend to drink more at one time than full vampires since they tend not to satiate themselves as regularly… he drinks a lot of blood when he does drink it.
[There's an illustration depicting one of Risotto's eyes. The 'whites' are black, and the irises are bright red, and the pupils—also black—appear slit, like a cat's.]
Eyes are black sclerae and pupils with very bright red irises—glowing, I think.
Stand: "Metallica"
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! A SANGUISUGE WITH A BLOOD-BASED STAND ABILITY??! ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING!? HOW DO I KNOW WHAT'S STAND AND WHAT'S SPECIES RELATED!?!?
Update: its not blood based so much as its iron based but he uses blood as a source of iron which still makes things complicated for me to figure out. range seems to be a 5-10m radiu [The writing trails off at the end. There's a lot of blood on the corner of the page.]
[On the right side:]
Maybe in his 20s? Short of directly asking, I don't think there's a way I can pinpoint for sure.*
[There's an unfinished rushed illustration of Risotto Nero.]
My memory isn't the best and he uses invisibility a lot so I can rarely see him long enough to draw him from observation...
Will he show up in a photo? I don't think cameras use silver anymore!!
[There’s a partially-ripped photo of Risotto Nero, in dark lighting, presumably in the process of using his Stand, taped to the page. There's blood splattered over the photo. Frantic writing at the bottom of the photo reads "I PICKEDA A BAD SPOT TO STAND IN"]
he does show up in photos!! thank god for camera zoom haha...
*Vampires are known for looking fairly young, due to abnormal physical aging tendencies. Turned vampires usually stop aging once Turned, since they’re undead. Born sanguisuges like this guy can vary—some hit a certain point where they just stop “getting older”, and some age very slowly once they hit puberty. I heard someone say that the slow aging owes to vampires’ typical poor circulation—what?? Do you know what aging is? Yes, vampires tend to have poor circulation if they have any circulation at all, but the poor circulation contributes mostly to cold skin (and infertility, I think) like it does in humans. And for the record, they don’t drink blood to compensate for a lack of blood in their own bodies because, in case you’ve forgotten, that’s not how bodies work. Blood consumption does not affect the consumer’s own blood in any significantly direct way.
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Guess it must be lucky to be a sanguisuge whose job is offing people… he’s hard to get close to because I usually catch him when he’s uh. You know. Doing his job.
He still hasn’t realised I’ve been tailing him though! I… I think. Like with his age, short of asking him directly, I can’t really be sure, and as I’m sure is obvious, that’s not really a good idea.
if anyone has any questions or insight… go ahead?
I could use any info.
~Bambi
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