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thornybubbles · 7 months

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You Give Love a Bad Name (Yandere Diego x Backstabber Reader)

NOTE: I didn’t write anything for the entire month of October and I feel awful about that. Imagine me, a lover of horrifying JoJo fanfics, not writing anything for the Halloween season! Unforgivable! So I’m gonna try to make up for it all this month starting with this story. Please accept this as part of my apology!

NOTE 2: I don’t know why I keep pairing poor Diego up with criminal Readers. It's an aesthetic, I guess.

Warnings: YANDERE, possessiveness, very dark themes and implications, degradation, violence towards Reader, threats, and other forms of unpleasantness. Also Reader is kind of an asshole. I head canon that yandere Diego is a lot wilder and meaner than regular Diego (not that regular Diego was nice). No smut!

Diego hated himself for letting you into his heart. He wanted to hate you, but he couldn’t muster the proper level of emotion. He loved you. He loved you dearly, and that was the problem. You had somehow wormed your way into his heart. You were so sweet to him the day the two of you met. He’d been injured and you showed up out of nowhere wanting to help him. He shooed you away, his pride and distrust of other people preventing him from accepting help from anyone. You insisted and he bellowed at you, demanding that you leave him alone and mind your own business. You started bawling then, not because of him yelling at you, but because, in your own words,

“I can’t bear to leave you like this! You’re bleeding so badly! Please, please let me help you!”

He sneered at you telling you to just shut up and aid him then. Anything to stop your infernal squalling. How your demeanor changed. You were so happy that you’d been allowed to help him, smiling sweetly as you bandaged his arm. You looked so cute that he couldn't stand to look at your face. You didn’t ask him questions about how he got injured or pry into his personal affairs. Instead you talked about how you’d been a long time fan of his and had followed as many of his achievements as you could. You told him that this was the first time you’d been able to actually watch a race that he was in and you were so excited about that.

Diego was used to having fans that adored and worshiped him, but you were something else. No other fan could point out maneuvers that he used to achieve his victories, but you did. You didn’t just adore him for his achievements alone, you actually studied his methods. You told him that you became a fan because you wanted to watch him succeed. Never in his life had Diego felt so… supported. Others had been lured to him for his looks, charm, and achievements alone, but you seemed drawn by merely adoration of him as a jockey and your joy at watching him win.

It flustered him and he hated that. Diego Brando was the one that flustered, not the one who got flustered.

How dare you make him feel like this…

Thereafter you became an absolute pest. He saw you nearly everywhere he went and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He jokingly accused you of stalking him and the shocked and ashamed look on your face had him laughing. Finally he had made you blush, and it was the loveliest sight he’d ever laid eyes on. You had him, fully and completely, and he found himself looking forward to seeing your excited face in the crowds. Seeing you like that, waving at him from among the rabble, it never failed to have him smiling. You were like a rare jewel shining through piles of trash. Your very presence made him feel uplifted. Even when he wasn’t doing well in the race, you were there to offer your support.

“So what if you lost your place!” you said. “You’re Diego Brando! You’ll do what you have to to regain your spot in the race and gain five more places in the process! Nobody can keep you down!”

Then you’d hold your little fist in the air and cheer and another crack would form in the shield that Diego had put around his heart.

Some time after that, you confessed to Diego. You told him that you’d had a crush on him since you first saw his picture in the newspaper, but meeting him in real life and seeing his feats for yourself, actually getting to speak to him in person… it turned your crush into full blown love. Many women confessed their attraction to him before, but it was always limited to his looks or fame. Other than his mother, no one had ever said they loved him before. It shattered the shield around his heart completely and he went weak in the knees.

He confessed his own love for you that day, unable to hold back his feelings anymore. He’d given up on ever feeling loved again after his mother’s death. He’d given up on love in general. Love was a weakness after all. It made people do foolish things. Made them sloppy and stupid. Love could destroy a person’s life. How he wished that he’d remembered all that later… when you betrayed him.

It happened not long after he obtained Scary Monsters. He was so eager to go and show it to you. He longed to see your shocked face become an expression of amazement and adoration. He wanted to stand in place and watch as you marveled at his new power. He wanted to see the glimmer of tenderness in your eyes as you stroked his face and whispered words of encouragement.

“Look at you, Diego! My God! You’re unstoppable now!” he imagined you saying.

But you weren’t there. He couldn’t find you at the checkpoint. He searched the inns, saloons, shops of the town, but you were nowhere to be seen. He started asking the other racers if they’d seen you. No one seemed to know who he was talking about. Dread filled his heart to bursting. Where were you? Had something happened? Were you ill? Injured? Lost? Had someone done something to you? He’d bloody murder anyone that laid a hand on you!! Desperate, he started asking the townsfolk in hopes that one of them knew something. Fortunately, most of them seemed to know who you were, but the looks they exchanged with each other when Diego mentioned your name told him that something was wrong. Very wrong.

The townsfolk had a very interesting story to tell about you. Con-artist. That was the word they used to describe you. They told him about all the other men that you had warmed up to, how they all found themselves in the same predicament he was in. They told him about how you would seek out wealthy, famous, desirable men and make them fall for you. Then, when they least expected it, you would rob them and leave them with empty wallets and broken hearts. Diego could have massacred the entire town right then and there. He didn’t want to believe that they were talking about you. Not his sweet, innocent darling! Not the angel that was always there for him, uplifting him, encouraging him, loving him… He wouldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it. He ran back to his hotel room and searched through his belongings. It wasn’t true! You wouldn’t do that to him! Not to him!

Half of his money was missing along with the necklace that he’d bought for you. You’d been kind enough, at least, not to rob him completely blind. How had he not noticed that his money bag was lighter than usual? When did you even have time to do this? You must’ve snuck into his room when he was practically tearing the town apart looking for you. You must have been lying in wait, watching for the moment that he left his room so that you could slip in and help yourself to what didn’t belong to you. Diego searched his bag again, hoping beyond hope that he’d just miscounted his cash and misplaced the necklace… and he found the cute little message you’d left for him,

“It’s been fun, Diego, but I’m afraid it’s time for me to head out. No hard feelings, handsome! Don’t be too mad at me!”

It felt like the room had fallen away, leaving him in a black void and the only thing he could see was the letter he clutched in his trembling hands. His mind was racing with all manner of dark and murderous thoughts. It had all been a lie, a cruel, hateful lie! He never meant anything to you at all. He was just another mark for you, wasn’t he? Another notch in your damned belt! He should have known. He should have been able to see through your act. He’d imagined you to be some kind of jewel amongst filth, but he forgot that ALL humans were filth! Well you certainly reminded him of that, didn’t you? Diego’s fury-fogged gaze dropped to the bottom of the letter where you had the utter nerve to leave a mocking lipstick print on the paper.

You sealed your fate with that little stunt.

Diego held the note close to his face and breathed deep of your scent. He hadn’t fully grasped all of Scary Monsters abilities just yet, but he did know how to utilize its heightened sense of smell. He could smell the oil in your lipstick and the hint of your breath still lingering on the paper. You’d had tea instead of coffee that morning. He also caught a whiff of your perfume. It was the one that he’d bought you, imported from France and very expensive. At the time he thought you were worth it…

…Your scent was fresh. Very fresh. You were still in town. You hadn’t left yet.

Diego slammed the door to his hotel room open, startling a young woman with a cart full of food trays. He sniffed at the air frantically, looking for all the world like a wild dog on the hunt. The woman started to speak to him, to ask him if he needed anything, but when he turned his yellow-eyed gaze on her, the words caught in her throat and she could only let out a tiny peep of surprise. His expression was that of a feral beast and he was panting ragged breaths as if he’d been running for miles. He sniffed the air a few more times before rushing past her. The woman pressed herself against the wall, barely avoiding being knocked down as he rushed down the corridor. She stared after him in confusion. She recognized him of course. Most of the hotel girls knew of the famed Diego Brando, but she was fairly certain that his eyes weren’t yellow.

Was it even possible for humans to have yellow eyes?

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You sighed as you climbed into the stagecoach that was to take you out of town. You felt a little guilty, you had to admit. Diego seemed so enamored with you, much more so than you expected of him. Watching his haughty, bitter demeanor melt into something soft and loving kinda had your heart pounding. It was a shame you just didn’t feel the same way. You would never forget that story he told you about his mother. You really wished that he’d never opened up that much to you. Poor Diego. He would be devastated at your betrayal, no doubt. Knowing that would eat you up inside, but you were sure that the fat stack hidden in your bag would ease your heartache.

“Hello, dearie.”

You were not expecting to ever hear that voice again. You looked up to see Diego staring at you with a blank expression from the seat across from you. When did he get into the stagecoach with you? Was he already in there waiting for you?

“Diego!” you said with a start.

“I got your note,” he said, holding up the note you’d left him and giving you a joyless smile. “I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye in person.”

Your eyes darted around the inside of the coach, looking for anything you could use to bend the situation into your favor. Diego kept talking.

“I was so worried about you, sweetheart.” he said with a mock pout. “I couldn’t find you anywhere. I was afraid something awful happened to you.”

Your eyes fell on the bandages on the sides of his face. Was he injured? It didn’t matter. It was something you could use. Show him sympathy. Make him forget his anger and remember how good your hands felt against the skin of his face. That’s usually all it took for most.

“Diego, what are those bandages for? Did you hurt yourself?” you said, giving him a pitiful look of concern.

You reached up to him, hands coming up to touch the bandages. Your fingers had barely grazed the gauze of each bandage before Diego uttered an inhuman growl,

“Keep your filthy, thieving little rat claws to yourself!”

You pulled your hands back as if he’d tried to bite you, and held your arms to your chest to protect them.

“Diego, please, you don’t understand…” you began but he sharply cut you off.

“Oh, yes. Let’s hear it! Tell me all about what I don’t understand! What sob story will it be this time? Will it be the one about your dying aunt who was like a mother to you? Will it be about how you want to pay off your father’s gambling debts? Or will it be the one about you needing money to send your younger siblings to school? Or maybe it will be the one about buying shoes for orphans? Does that cover everything or will I be getting a new story this time?”

You gave him a pleading look and tried to think of something, anything to tell him. You didn’t know what to do or say. Most of your victims were too busy wallowing in heartbreak to bother confronting you. Diego was the only one that went so far as to track you down. It was unexpected, but it wasn’t a scenario that you were completely unprepared for.

“Floyd, Fleetwood, The Allman Brothers, Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young…” he listed off the names of some of your previous victims. “Do those names ring any bells? Including me, was that the full list of your targets or am I missing some?”

He was, actually. He left out Morrison and Dylan, but you weren’t about to correct him. While he fumed you reached into the hidden pocket on the inside of your shawl and grasped the grip of your pistol.

“How did it feel to know that you got one over on the great Diego Brando?” he asked. “Did it give you a little thrill? Did it give you your adrenaline fix? Did you have a laugh or two at my expense?”

“Diego, please. I wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t needed the money!” You pleaded in a last ditch effort to sway him. “I’ve fallen on hard times!”

“Hard times?” Diego scoffed. “I doubt that you’ve experienced any hardship more serious than deciding what to have for breakfast in the morning!”

His eyes darted to your throat for some reason. He thought he saw movement there but he wasn’t sure. He tried to focus his blurred vision on the glimmer of something around your throat. Ah. You were wearing the necklace he bought for you. He smiled bitterly at the sight of it.

“The necklace looks lovely on you, dear. I was trying to keep it a secret from you until I was ready to give it to you, but it seems you’ve gone and spoiled the surprise. It goes well with that new outfit though. Blue was always your color. Tell me, did you buy that with my money?”

You drew your pistol and aimed it at his chest.

Diego’s instincts kicked in at the sudden movement. He saw something shiny in your hand, but couldn’t quite make out what it was. Though that newly awakened, primitive side of his brain was screaming at him that what you held in your hand was a weapon and he was in danger.

You didn’t want to do it, but he’d cornered you, and cornered rats have a tendency to bite. You barely had time to cock the gun before Diego slapped it out of your hand with a speed you hadn’t expected from a human being. The gun flew out of the window of the coach and you heard it clatter against the ground a moment later. It’s a wonder it hadn’t gone off. The state of your gun was the least of your worries as Diego swung backwards with the same hand that had knocked the gun out of your hand and backhanded you across the face. You let out a yelp of pain and shock and shrank in on yourself, curling up in the seat and shielding your head with your arms. You could feel your hair dangling down in your face. Diego had slapped you so hard that your hair came undone. You could feel blood trickling out of one of your nostrils and you really hoped he hadn’t broken your nose. Your face stung like hell.

You felt yourself being grabbed by the shoulders. You shrieked as Diego yanked you up to face him, pulling you out of your protective ball.

“D-Diego! Please! Don’t h-hurt me!” you begged.

“Hurt you?” Diego said, voice suddenly sounding deep and distorted. “Hurt you? After what you did to me, I should KILL YOU!!”

His voice came out in a roar that shook the coach and vibrated throughout your entire body.

You were crying now, sobbing and pleading for him not to kill you. Diego just stared at you with wild eyes. The color of his eyes seemed off and his pupils looked odd. You don’t know if what you were seeing was the result of the abject terror that Diego had instilled in you or if there was something strange going on with his face. The corners of his mouth seemed to shift under the bandages and stretch up the side of his face far further than they should go. His lips, and patches of skin around his face and neck seemed oddly scaly. And his teeth… Why did they look so long and sharp?

“W-what’s happening to y-you?” you asked.

He didn’t answer your question. He was too busy panting like an animal and being hypnotized by the trickle of blood coming from your nose.

“Does it make you feel accomplished, knowing you humiliated me like that? I can practically hear everyone laughing at me behind my back. How they’ll look at me when I pass by and whisper to each other about how I fell prey to a con-artist and then they’ll snicker like schoolchildren. I won’t allow it. Do you hear? I won’t allow you to add me to your lists of conquests! You won’t place me on your trophy shelf! What’s worse is that you have the nerve to pull a gun on me! Were you thinking of adding murder to your list of crimes? I’ll kill you first! Love, you have no idea how hard it is for me to keep myself from biting your pretty head off…”

You sobbed as you listened to his mad rant and watched at his face and body continued to contort into something monstrous.

“Please don’t kill me…” you sobbed.

Your plea seemed to snap him out of whatever daze he was in and his eyes lifted from the trail of blood from your nose to your tear-filled eyes.

“I can’t…” he whispered. “I should. Believe me I’m angry enough… but I don’t think I could ever live with myself if I ripped you apart like I want to. And prison’s too good for you. You wouldn’t stay there long anyway. You’d just flutter your lashes at the nearest gullible guard and you’d be back on the streets in no time without ever going to trial. Isn’t that right?”

“Diego… you’re hurting me…” you said in a pained gasp. He was gripping your shoulders so hard.

“Oh poor thing.” He mocked. “Well you hurt me first, you lying, conniving little harlot and, believe me, you’ll pay for it! I’m not letting you go… I still want you. Damn my own foolish heart, I still want you. So you’re going to stick by me just like you used to. But you’re not getting out of your punishment. As much as I love you, I won’t let you get away with what you did to me. I want you at every checkpoint singing my praises louder than ever before. I want you throwing yourself at my feet even if it means kneeling in filth. I want you to do it where everyone can see you, so you can see what it feels like to have everyone laughing at you. You’ll be at my beck and call, my personal servant. If I can’t have you as my lover, then you’ll be my dog! You’ll grovel before me, beg for my attention, and my kindness, and I’ll give you none of it until I think you’ve earned it! That’s right, there will be no more perfumes, jewelry, or fancy clothes for you. From now on you’ll have to earn that, too. I’ll show you exactly what it means to fall on hard times!”

This couldn’t be happening! Not to you! You were supposed to be on your way to the next town and the next poor sap to con. You weren’t supposed to be here now in the clutches of a madman who seemed to be turning into a monster.

“Don’t think for a minute that you can run either.” Diego continued. “Try to escape and I’ll find you. I’ll hunt you down just like I did today, only when I find you again I will kill you! I’ll kill you and anyone you try to get help from.”

“Please, Diego,” you sobbed. “I can pay the money back! I can--!”

“This isn’t about the damned money!” he thundered.

You cringed at his tone, afraid that he’d hit you again.

“I can make it up to you! Please, Diego! I’ll do anything!” you said, hoping beyond hope that he would listen to reason.

Diego grinned revealing rows of jagged, animalistic teeth. You just stared at them, unable to believe what you were seeing.

“Good. Glad to hear it.” he sneered. “You can start by giving me a little kiss.”

You stared warily at his mouth and wondered if he could actually bite off your head, like he’d suggested before.

“Well?” Diego growled, impatient with your hesitation.

You leaned forward and planted your trembling lips against his. The skin there felt rough and leathery. You didn’t have time to think about it as Diego abruptly dragged his tongue across your face, lapping up the blood from your nose. You groaned in disgust and Diego chuckled.

“Again. Kiss me again and this time do it like you bloody mean it!”

You obliged, pressing your lips against his and his mouth all but engulfed you as he turned the simple kiss into a full on make out session. You whimpered pathetically the entire time.

Diego pulled away, his face back to normal.

“Well, that’s a start.” he quipped.

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Diego walked out of the stable after putting Silver Bullet away. Like clockwork, you shoved your way out of the crowd and landed on your knees at Diego’s feet. He turned, giving you a blank look. You didn’t look up. You didn’t want to see that triumphant look in his eyes. You also didn’t want to see the looks of disgust and pity on the faces of the crowd. It was bad enough that you could hear the things they were saying about you.

Pathetic.

Desperate.

Filthy.

Annoying.

At every checkpoint, Diego had you playing the part of his pitiful little fan that followed him everywhere he went, desperately seeking his attention. It was beyond humiliating, but you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Diego warned you that if you wanted to eat today, you’d better put on a good show like the obedient little dog you were.

“You were wonderful out there today, Diego!” you said, using the tone you’d always used on him back when you were trying to win him over.

Laughter erupted from the crowd and your face heated up. You lowered your gaze even further so that you were staring at the mud that stained your knees. Diego ignored the crowd and tenderly grasped one of your hands. He pulled you up from the dirt, earning a murmur of adoration.

How kind he was to give that filthy street walker even a modicum of his time.

“You don’t look like you’ve eaten in a while,” He said in a soft tone that had tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

He was horrible. The living definition of a monster. How could anyone buy into this act of fake kindness he was putting on? He used a thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes, smearing some of the caked up dirt on your cheeks.

“Don’t cry, now. Let’s get you fed.”

He pulled you along and you followed behind him, head lowered. Diego had ruined you. The days of holding your head high were long over. You would never get your dignity back after this. The only thing that concerned you now is whether or not Diego would let you sleep in a hotel room or stick you in the stables tonight.

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alias-sam · 6 months

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Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 3. High School Never Ends

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 2,243

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

What had you done to piss the universe off so badly? As you tried to enter school you were halted by a teacher that you didn't even recognize.

"And why may I ask are you skulking around here?" She drawled, standing to block you from getting past.

"Excuse me ma'am but I need to..." You tried to sidestep her but she moved back into your path.

"I asked you a question. Do you have a reason for being late?" She was obviously not interested in whatever answer you were planning to give. She was already pulling out a notepad and pen.

"I slept through my alarm." You lied.

"Do you understand how many times I hear that excuse in a day?" She sighed dramatically as you watched her write out a detention slip. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at her attitude. "I hear it every day from attempted skippers." She sneered accusingly before placing a one-day detention slip in your hand. "Now get to class." She ordered, waving you off.

"Ma'am I didn't even-"

"Talk back and you're getting another day."

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Yeah, needless to say you walked to class with a two-day detention slip in hand. Thankfully your punishment didn't start until tomorrow which left you at least a day to come up with an excuse for your maternal guardian. You trudged into Biology class and quietly made it to your desk. Listening to the random flow of conversation among your peers was entertaining. The main topic today was your up-and-coming group project, something you had heard about already. The reason it seemed to be so interesting was that the teacher was assigning partners randomly.

With your recent luck.... you could totally see this was going to end well for you.

The teacher had everyone take their seats, and went over details for the project again. Most of your fellow students were just waiting in anticipation for their group members to be announced. He listed off several people's names, often they were followed by groaning. From what you could gather he paired people who would otherwise never interact.

"Y/n Jones you'll be with Blake Greenmin, Timothy Buggles, and Vita."

Yep, people who you would otherwise not volunteer to work with. You weren't friends with them, but you were intimately aware of their reputations.

Blake Greenmin for example. An incredible student known for his near flawless grades. (At least to the teachers) Everyone in the student body knew that he sold answer sheets for homework, tests, quizzes, and even exams in the boys' bathroom. The one thing nobody could figure out was how he always managed to get the sheets without staff noticing. He also had a nasty habit of being late to classes, resulting in frequent detention. You were 99% sure you'd be joining him there tomorrow. When you looked over to his seat, he gave you a mocking wink and smile, you looked away with a groan. In your experience he was a self-centered prick. He loved messing with people for no discernible reason.

Timothy Buggles. He ran the music club. An average student, just a bit of a wallflower. You looked over to where he was sitting, he was quietly scribbling something in a notebook. You had actually didn't mind being paired with him in comparison to the other two. You'd worked with him before and found he was a reliable partner. Unfortunately, Tim was like you in many respects. He was marked a 'loner'. Sometimes when students were giving him trouble you would tell them to knock it off. Tim never asked you to do it, and he never talked to you after each ordeal. You could never tell if he appreciated you interfering or not.

Then there's Vita. Most teachers called him by his last name. Now that you were thinking about it, you didn't know his first name. Vita was a student that missed an inordinate amount of school. When you looked around, you found his seat to be empty. The times he did show up he scared people off. Many outlandish rumors surrounding him claimed he was a vampire or something. You weren't anticipating he'd be much help for this project.

You were expecting to start working immediately, but the teacher stopped everyone when there was a knock at the door. You were greeted by a pulling sensation; you couldn't place when but you had the inkling you'd felt it before. The teacher answered it and happily led in a familiar man.

"Everyone this is Mr. Kujo." He introduced the newcomer. "He's the marine biologist I said would be visiting us to teach about the recent fishing problem." You didn't remember the name but you instantly recognized the face. It was that guy you pulled out of traffic just yesterday. "You will most likely be seeing him around the school. Mr. Kujo is working with the science department to spread pollution and endangerment awareness."

Your teacher continued to drone on about your project and the marine biologist. All of the monotonous chatter left your mind to wonder off. You tried to figure out what that pulling sensation was, it wasn't your clothes or the chair, did it have to do with that stand thing? Before this morning you had no idea what your ability was called, but now you were curious beyond belief. You had so many questions about these so called 'stands'.

Your mind continued to generate questions surrounding this morning's incident and formulating educated guesses. This caught the attention of your teacher who noticed you distracted look.

"Y/n. Please pay attention in my class." You jolted from your daydreaming, immediately shooting a quick 'sorry' to him. A few students around the room laughed. You sunk into your seat and quietly wished for the school day to end.

The period did eventually finish, but only after a lecture boring enough to put the entire class to sleep. When the bell finally rang you started to move on to your next class. The hallways of the school filled with a hum created by many voices chatting at once. You were placing a book in your locker when two voices rose up above the normal volume.

"Buggles!" Someone roughly hit a locker near you. "What are you up to today?" The tone of this person was teasing, and blatantly meant to intimidate.

"N-nothing." Came a quieter voice. This one you immediately recognized.

"Oh yeah? Then what've you been writing in that notebook all day?"

You looked across the hallway to see your newly assigned project partners, two of them at least. Blake was leaning against a locker; Tim was hugging a notebook to his chest.

"Please. I don't want any trouble." Tim muttered, quietly shrinking underneath Blake's scare tactics.

"Give me that." Tim looked deflated as Blake snatched his notebook from him. You watched the interaction from the sideline before deciding to intervene. Blake had a big reputation, so usually people were hesitant to stand up against him. Students didn't pay any mind to the scene. They all just moved from class to class.

"We're supposed to be working together for the foreseeable future. Why don't we start our partnership on good terms?" You stood yourself between Blake and Tim. Blake gave a suave smile, turning on a more welcoming persona.

"My! Y/n, you make a wonderful point." Blake took a step closer to you. "We should try being friends. I guess I can start by giving this back." Blake held out the notebook, proceeding only to drop it at Tim's feet. "Woops." Blake then sauntered off down the hallway, chuckling as if what he had said was clever in some way.

Tim dejectedly picked up the book. He glanced at you before walking off to the opposite hallway. That left you alone. You weren't mad about Tim walking off or anything, you just wondered if he was okay. Ultimately there wasn't much for you to do about Blake, so you continued on your day as well.

The day ended after a few more grueling hours. When the dismissal bell rang you collected your bag and started your walk home. As you passed the courtyard of the school your 'fan girls' gawked and whispered to each other about you. Thankfully none of them followed you around today. After leaving the courtyard you were left to a quiet solitary walk, that is, before you got to the intersection. The light cleared people to walk but traffic continued to flow, you glared at the light, almost expecting it to fix itself if you did so.

A figure next to you started to step off the curb, you stuck your arm straight out to stop whoever it was from becoming roadkill.

"Hey watch it buddy!" A distinctly feminine voice growled. You looked over at the person, about to explain yourself, but you weren't faced with a tourist. No, you had seen this person very recently. "Oh! Y/n?" She was a bit shocked to see you but immediately the blonde gave a smile. "Hi! I didn't know you walk this way!"

"Umm. Hi?" You awkwardly looked up to see that traffic had stopped and motioned for Jaya to cross with you. When you both made it to the other side of the street you continued. "Of course I walk this way, I live right over there." You motioned to the bakery just up the street from where you were.

"Huh. Guess I didn't really register that yesterday!"

"You should really pay attention to that light. Everyone in the area knows what kind of a hazard it is. Are you new around here or something?"

"Sort of? Iv lived in town for a few months now. My brother usually takes me but, I just...had to start walking to school recently." A saddened expression came over Jaya's face. A silence fell between you two but it was soon broken by Jaya "So.... Are you like- okay?" She was eyeing you up and down. You knew what she was referring to. She was looking at the bandages peeking out from your jacket sleeve. You gave her a once over, she looked no worse for wear, especially considering she had almost been mugged. When you saw her forehead, you were perplexed. There was no bandage on it, and it looked almost completely healed. Maybe her cut was even shallower than yours? No. Something felt off about the fact there wasn't a scratch or bruise to be found on her.

"I'm fine, but how are you doing?"

"I got away ay-okay thanks to you. I more meant like are you...okay as in....."You gave her a questioning look. What was she getting at?

"I just said I'm fine." Jaya looked like she was biting back a question. She almost looked embarrassed. "If you have something to ask me spit it out. I don't bite."

"Are you like-... part of a gang or something?" Jaya blurted out. "Its not like I'm going to call the cops or anything! Its just, some people at school were talking about you. It sounded strange since you seem really nice." Jaya rambled on. "You also jumped directly into a fight which is kind of weird? Not that I'm ungrateful or anything! You really saved me back there. I-" She cut herself off when she saw your bewildered expression.

"No. I'm not in a gang, not yet at least." You actually laughed at the absurdity of the question. "Man do people at school love to gossip. Wonder what inspired that one." Jaya was relieved that you weren't offended by the question. She had indeed noticed how opinionated her fellow students were. "As for the ordeal this morning... it was a bit of a fluke." You admitted, but you thought back to all the times you had seen people antagonize those weaker than themselves. To be frank it made you sick. "I took quite the beating but that's all right. I saw you in danger, and it was my decision to jump in. A truly good person has no fear when it comes to helping others. Those who watch and do absolutely nothing are useless. At least that's my take on it."

Jaya held back a laugh, poorly, before just letting it bubble past her lips.

"That's so cheesy!"

You rolled you eyes but agreed with her. It was defiantly an odd thing to say, and to a stranger no less. But it was indeed how you felt. You were always compelled to help people as if it was a deeply engrained part of you. Jaya's laughing halted when you both got closer to the bakery. She looked concerned.

"Did that guy get arrested?" Jaya was looking down the alley where you had left the mugger that morning.

"No......he uh got away." You explained, internally freaking out over the fact he disappeared. The fact he was gone was a good thing...right?

"Well, I guess this is your stop." Jaya remarked. "Guess ill have to be careful walking home with the guy still around."

"How far away do you live from here?" you asked. Jaya responded by pointing up the road to a massive apartment complex. "Why don't we walk to school together then?" Jaya lit up. It was never hard to make her happy about something, she seemed easily excitable.

"I'd love that!" Jaya waved as you entered the bakery. "See you tomorrow then!

"Yeah. Bye." You waved.

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solros-inahalfshell · 1 year

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Badly drawn JoJo fans moment

#stone ocean #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jolyne cujoh #donatello versus #jjba part 6 #jjba stone ocean

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sheilaerinniperonista · 1 year

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I used to be in a small server and there was a Zionist who drew Israel Country humans fanart and made a bunch of bad taste drawings and jokes about Nazi Germany and overall was very questionable, and one time I went away for the better part of a year because the server was fucking with my mental health a lot and when I came back the Zionist had a badly drawn Giorno in her banner saying "this is a Zionist safe space", she'd talk about looooving JoJo's/Giorno. and she never watched or read it. anyways I left the server again because she picked a fight with me because I mocked Zionism and accused me of being Antisemitic and also was just a creepy person.

#fugo.txt #confessing here like im in the priest box #i have proof btw. this person existed.#one of the most memorable things was the big ass paragraph she senr it became a meme within my friend circle #and also when she said they were taking jews rigjt to ice cream because ben and jerrys refused to sell in israel or something #<- she explained herself so horribly and I'm not great with english so i didn't understand anything she said 😭

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druvjelly · 1 year

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yeah CW for racism fellas

So basically this one person kept arguing “mangakas draw black people badly because they do not know what they look like and are only described what they look like. Because most mangakas live in rural Japan”

Which is a) wrong b) really racist towards Japanese people too.

Many people said he was wrong and then said we were using straw men

Then they went ahead and said “well I do not get mad over how Jojo portrayed Italians” which is a horrid comparison. So I pointed out how jojo did a pretty good job showing the diversity of Italy. Both of how characters come from different parts of the country (Doppio being Sardinian), and also how they didn’t just have one specific look.

If you look at how most media portray Europeans. There’s usually a specific look. Not as horrid as the ultimate farmer from danganronpa. But it’s just stereotypical. Like Irish and Scottish people being redheads, Slavic people and Swedish being blonde and tall. Stuff like that.

Now look at Tiziano, Abbacchio, and Narancia. All of these have different skin stones but are still Italian. Araki did a good job. Because Italy stretches down to North Africa to up north to France and Switzerland. Meaning from a psychical standpoint. Italians tend to be more diverse looking.

Also because he compared part 5 cast to horrid designs of black characters. The most insulting one would probably be Polpo or Pericolo. Which shows how bad of a comparison it is. When you think of an Italian stereotype. You think about probably this foul mouthed either really tall and lanky or really short and fat but tanned man with dark hair and a big nose.

Name me which JoJo character from part 5 is so insulting it is a walking italian stereotype. While you can say some characters have some characteristics from each stereotype. It isn’t so detrimental it becomes a part of their character. To the point where removing their stereotype would remove their character.

You can’t. Because they’re drawn and written as characters, not stereotypes.

Which would differ from a horribly drawn black characters.

That’s it thanks for reading my Tedtalk

If you’re Italian I would be glad to see your perspective btw

#jjba #rant #cw racism #vento aureo

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butchcetacean · 1 year

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Somewhat of a vent post I think?? Also some self reflection sort of. Idk. I just needed to publish it

As of today writing this, I got back from holiday matsuri, and it made me realize something I should’ve realized a long time ago.

For the past year, I’ve been extremely unmotivated to do anything fandom related like Jojo or even furry to an extent. I haven’t sat down and drawn anything with a lot of passion put into it in a while. And you know what? It’s sucks! It fucking sucks!!

Part of the reason was for half a year I was working at a mentally abusive to a degree job. I do graphic design professionally and I finally quit my other mentally abusive job to go to a printing company. I was getting paid more, more benefits, it seemed like a dream come true. Then long story short I ended up not being given any actual assignments and instead they wanted me to work on stupid intern shit like making birthday standees for kids. It was just all around incredibly disrespectful and exhausting. I felt as though I had chosen the wrong career and that I was good for nothing.

During that time, I also was part of a BruAbba zine. I partook in one before and loved it and was even the graphic designer for that. When the second one rolled around, someone I looked up to and was my friend at the time basically was hosting another jojo zine. I asked if I could participate and she basically told me my art wasn’t good enough but that I could “maybe do graphic design I guess”. This, on top of my job, made me question if I was good at anything I liked. Because of all this, I dropped out of the zine completely. I still feel bad about leaving, but with my mental health the way that it was, I just couldn’t deal with anything.

In May I luckily got fired and found design work at the company I interned at when I was in college. I’m still working there as of me writing this.

Going back to the original point of this post: I lost my passion for fandoms. I had this mentality when I first got into jojo that I wanted to enjoy it for myself and stay away from anything negative because it made me so so so happy. And it worked for a while, but for the past year that on top of my friend saying that to me and just general drama on twitter over and over again made me lost interest.

This weekend I went to holiday matsuri, one of my favorite cons, and I mainly fursuited. On Sunday, however, there was a Jojo panel hosted by none other than the English voice actress for Jolyne. I was tentative to go, but I ended up going. I brought my Joseph cosplay for old times sake and went to the panel room. When I sat down two people complimented my cosplay and said I looked great. Then I heard people talking about how passionate they are about jojo still. Then the panel started and it made me remember why it brought me so much joy to begin with.

For context: on twitter, I’ve seen a lot of people not talk about jojo anymore or say things badly about it. And I didn’t realize how negatively that and the drama affected me. But after being in a panel with irl people, it made me realize that not everything is online and that it’s good and NORMAL to enjoy things even if some people who used to don’t. It woke me up.

I sound sentimental over this manga/anime, but I do love it. It’s been a special interest for almost four years now and I’ve spent a lot of time loving it and I didn’t want to just let it go. It’s silly, but these kinds of things are important. They bring people together and inspire others. Fandom is important when it’s positive.

The moral of the story here is that twitter is a cesspool and going to this con inspired me to at least consider drawing more again. I just hope I can do it.

#orca squeaks

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badlydrawnk4kyoin · 3 years

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#badly drawn jojo #badlydrawn #Noriaki Kakyoin #part 4 kakyoin #i still think about this blog sometimes #i want to revive it but that's a fight against myself i probably won't win #i'll keep the blog open in my browser and maybe it'll motivate me #i don't use my main blog anyway lol

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badlydrawnvanillaice · 4 years

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Vanilla Of The Day

#jjba #vanilla ice jojo #vanilla ice jjba #badlydrawnvanillaice #Stardust Crusaders #badly drawn jojo

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monthlycourtofthecrimsonking · 5 years

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#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #vinegar doppio #carne jojo #squalo jojo #tiziano jojo #daily jojo #badly drawn jojo #aceto my man how does your hair work #art #edit #jjba carne #jjba squalo #jjba tiziano

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notreallydailykoichi · 5 years

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Therapist: Rohan OVA Koichi isn't real. He can't hurt you

Rohan OVA Koichi:

#koichi hirose #jojo's bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #thus spoke kishibe rohan #jojo no kimyou na bouken #bdjjba #daily jojo #badly drawn jojo #(back for this one shitpost #happy birthday son)

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mspaintokuyasu-blog · 5 years

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mom xboc

#okuyasu nijimura #the hand #jojo's bizarre adventure #badly drawn jojo #yes

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alias-sam · 3 days

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Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 42. Sleepover

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Word Count: 1,552

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

Your explanation of the past few weeks of your life was... complicated to say the least. But Vita held on to your every word.

"...and that leaves us where we are. Hopefully all of that makes at least a little sense."

"Wow." Vita breathed, looking up at you in awe. "You really did all that?"

"Among other things, yeah." You nodded. It was a long story, with a lot to explain, so you skipped a few details that you deemed too complicated or strange. "Anyways..." You groaned uncomfortably at the feeling of mud and sand in your clothes. "I should probably get going."

"You're in no condition to walk all the way home." Vita carefully tore his gaze from your fatigued form to the window. It was still raining heavily outside, so badly the sunset was completely blotted out by the storm clouds. "Can your mom pick you up?"

"Nope."Your mom didn't even own a car. She was also going to be worried sick if you didn't get home soon. "Got a phone I can borrow?" You asked bluntly. Vita nodded before leading you down to his living room. The two of you went as quietly as possible since Vita's parents didn't know you were there. He pointed you over to a phone hanging on the wall. You carefully typed your home phone number, anxiously waiting for your mother to pick up. Your heart nearly stopped when the line clicked. "H-"

"Y/n! Where have you been?!" Senora Jones' angry voice came over the line.

"Hello to you too."

"Y/n..." Your mother warned sternly, obviously in no mood for any teenage sarcasm. "Where are you? Are you okay? Why aren't you home yet?"

"I'm still at Vita's house. We sort of lost track of time." You explained timidly. After glancing out a nearby window at the horrendous storm outside you continued. "At this point I think I should just stay the night." You heard Senora Jones sigh across the line.

"Have you eaten? Do you have something to wear?"

"Yep." You answered after looking down at your mud-stained clothes dusted with sand.

"Fine, but we are having a serious talk about this tomorrow." Senora Jones relented.

"Okay... I love you."

"I love you too darling. Goodnight." The line clicked off. You stood there contemplating for a moment before becoming very aware of Vita's presence hovering over your shoulder.

"You're pretty good at that."

"Lying to my mom? That's not a compliment." You replied sadly. The air between the two of you became very stale as you headed back up to the refuge of Vita's room. It was obvious he thought the whole situation was an amazing adventure, it didn't seem he processed just how dangerous your life had become. Or the danger he could be in.

"So... stands." Vita finally said, breaking the silence as the two of you reached the massive staircase that led to the second floor. "What else can you tell me?"

"I'll admit, your stand is a little different compared to the ones I've seen. I didn't think a stand could possess living things."

"So even for a stand user I'm abnormal..." Vita muttered sadly.

"Not quite." You said quickly. "Compared to the crazy things I've seen the past two weeks your stand isn't too bad." You paused as you through about your experiences in the woods. "Just really really freaky when you aren't expecting it." You explained, sugarcoating just how terrifying his stand could be at times.

"What did you call yours again?" Vita asked.

"Golden Soul. Don't judge me for the name, I'm not the one who came up with it." You replied. "It was kind of a placeholder that stuck."

"Does mine get a name?" Vita looked at you curiously.

"If you want it to." You shrugged. At this point all of the stands you had interacted with had names. "Did you have one in mind?"

"Yep." Vita hopped excitedly before going completely silent. You waited patiently for the boy to elaborate, but you were only met with silence. Even as the two of you arrived back at his room, Vita hadn't said anything.

"...are you going to tell me what it is?"

"Eventually." Vita smiled and gave his signature wide-eyed head tilt. You sighed, remembering who exactly you were talking to. Vita was an enigma, but that's why you liked him. As you were about to follow your friend into his room, you heard a floorboard creak down the hallway. When you turned towards the noise, you only caught a glance at Mannesh's retreating form. You turned back to Vita, curious if he had seen what you did, but the boy was already searching through his room for something. After looking off into the darkened hallway in the direction Mannesh had fled, Vita called for your attention.

"You aren't staying in those clothes." He said sternly, grabbing you by the shoulders and dragging you all the way back into his room. Before you knew what was happening, the boy threw a few clothing items at you and directed you to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. You examined the clothes hesitantly before setting them aside and taking a shower to wash the forest grime from your skin.

Vita was decently shorter and skinnier than you, however he managed to find one of his oversized hoodies and some gym shorts, which still managed to be a little snug on you.

Figuring out your sleeping arrangements for the night became a debate as soon as you finished showering. Vita insisted for you to take his bed, but you didn't want to impose on his space. During the little debacle it came to light that neither of you had experienced a sleepover before, so you weren't sure about the protocol. When you insisted on making your own bed on the floor Vita objected, claiming it was ridiculous for you to sleep on hardwood while being his guest.

That's what brought the both of you to sleeping on Vita's bedroom floor. The boy had wrapped himself in blankets and pillows, while you simply laid on the bare floor with a pillow under your head. Vita asked if you were comfortable and once again insisted you at least have a blanket before throwing one over you.

Even after saying goodnight and dozing for awhile, you could hear Vita fidgeting beside you.

"Whats up V?" You sighed, opening your eyes and turning to face the boy in the dark.

"If its not too much trouble..." Vita slowly also turned to face you. "What were your parents like?"

"What?" You muttered, not entirely sure what to make of the question. Even in the dark, you could see Vita's expression turn to panic.

"Its just- earlier in the driveway you mentioned your dad sucked. I was just... hoping to compare notes." He rambled. "If you don't want to get into it that's fine..." Vita quickly backpedaled. "Sorry, that was stupid and tactless! Forget I said anything." The boy laughed nervously before turning over on his other side to face away from you. Silence ensued. You gently poked the boy's back, getting his attention.

"Its fine." You reassured Vita calmly. "The thing is, I don't actually remember anything about him. His name isn't even on my birth certificate. As for my mom... I try not to think about it." Your expression and voice fell slightly. "My life got a lot better when she left." It was true. At this point, when you tried thinking of your biological mother's face, there was only a dark shadow. Besides, Senora Jones was your mother now.

"I see..." Vita looked at your contemplative expression curiously, but decided to leave the subject alone.

"I have a question." You said, finally breaking out of your diverging train of thought. "Did you interact with someone named Keicho Nijimura? Or maybe get shot with some kind of golden arrow?"

"What?" Vita asked with a raised eyebrow. For a moment he thought the question was some sort of joke, but after realizing your seriousness he shook his head. "No."

"Then, when did you become a stand user? Do you remember?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but..." Vita trailed off, thinking for a moment. "When my bugs were attacking you, I started feeling more energized. And when you stopped them, that energized feeling stopped." His body gave off a familiar orange glow as he unconsciously activated his ability. You watched as Harvey and Rodger crawled over Vita's blankets and into his lap. "I felt that energized feeling for the first time when I became well enough to leave the house. I didn't know how to describe it before, but Im thinking I developed my stand around then." Vita gently ran his thumb over Harvey's exoskeleton while deep in thought. "Its hard to explain, but I just sort of feel it, yaknow?"

"Yeah..." You had experienced a similar feeling firsthand. Even if you didn't per say know how Golden Soul worked, you just knew that it did. It was a similar story for Tim, you knew that. And it was probably a similar story for most stand users. "Maybe you're like me then. You might have been born a stand user."

"Like you?"

"According to some friends of mine that are also stand users, one or both of my parents were stand users, that's just how it works I guess." You turned so you were on your back again. "Maybe it's the same for you."

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