#yandere jean-pierre polnareff
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Oh I happened to choose all characters from part 3? I'm sure have something for muscular dominant men 🫢
May I ask for Polnareff and Avdol with their darling's first time too?
I love your headcanon for Jotaro, I find it quite cute for him to not know much about sex and awkward with it. And he has virgin kink, very interesting. Do you think he has other kink too?
Feel free to share about other characters you want to write too, I just love reading your work, your highness ❤️
~ 🏵️ anon ~
For future reference, I spell Avdol as “Abdul,” since it makes more sense in Arabic. There’s no v sound, but there is a b and f sound.
These two are both romantics when it comes to sex. Except one is out of genuine respect, and the other is out of delusion.
Mohammed isn’t bothered by your past. It was before you met him, how could he hold that against you? Your experience, or lack of experience, isn’t any of his business. Sex is something intimate to Mohammed- he was younger once, he’s not without a past, but he doesn’t really want something casual with his darling. He’s rather vanilla when it comes to sex, but he’s willing to humor his darling’s requests, as long as they don’t expect to dominate him, or top him. He just doesn’t prefer it, don’t take it personally. Mohammed asks his darling what their sexual expectations of him are now that you’re together. He wants a proper answer, do you want it often, do you not want it at all, do you want it weekly on the dot, do you have anything specific you’d like to incorporate, etc. He’s already forcing you to live with him, he’s not going to ruin his chances of his darling developing stockholm syndrome by forcing them to do something they don’t want, or aren’t going to enjoy. Slow and steady wins the race.
Jean-Pierre will never, under any circumstances, force his darling to have sex with him. Is he fine with it being dubious…? A little. Depends on his mood. Does he realize that holding you down and repeating how much he loves you and how much he wants to touch you is forcing you? Nope! To him, it’s all sweet talk. And if you cry, or scream, or kick, he’s just going to assume it’s your way of introducing him to some sort of kink you have. Ohh, he’s the big bad man, coming to eaaat youuu, hm-hm-hm. You’re a pretty good actor, you were making him nervous there! Jean-Pierre has opened up to you about his past- it was traumatizing to not be there for his sister when she was murdered. It makes him think of the torture Sherry went through before she died, and to be honest, he’d rather not have to stop pounding you because of a panic attack. It doesn’t look good for his suave, charismatic presentation. It stresses him out to think that he isn’t your protector, so let’s not do this kind of play often, alright? Only as a little treat when you’ve been good. He isn’t too thrilled about his darling trying to top him, but honestly, he’s down to switch if you really want to. He’s often loud when he bottoms- be prepared to hear him practically screaming your name and every lovey pet name he can think of in french, alongside begging you to keep going. He won’t mention it the next morning.
As far as Jotaro’s fetishes and kinks… I put him in the same category as a recluse mama’s boy who learned what relationships should be like from his mother + old romance movies. Creep. His primary focal point is how “delicate” and “helpless” you are- it makes him feel needed, and therefore loved. Regardless of your actual strength and durability, Jotaro is forever convinced that you’re constantly on the verge of breaking. As for some specifics, besides from his virginity kink:
Praise. This man goes crazy for some genuine praise. Even if you say it more like an observation, if it can be taken as a compliment, he’s fighting his body’s reaction. “You’re very tall.” is more of a statement than anything else, but being tall is attractive to most people, yeah? So you like his height… He never slouches in your presence after that. Jotaro’s delusions aside, if you were to praise him during sex, he’d lose himself entirely.
Breeding. Even if his darling cannot get pregnant, a man can dream. It isn’t about having an actual child, he just thinks it’s hot to finish inside of you and how fantastic you’d look pregnant. You’d have trouble doing things for yourself, won’t you? Jotaro isn’t about to complain about finding a way to force you to let him do everything for you. Maybe he can tell you to just pretend to be pregnant…
Somnophilia. You just look so sweet and innocent while you’re sleeping, he can’t really help it. Jotaro touches himself quietly- as to not disturb you, he’s worked hard to get you to actually relax enough to sleep- next to your ‘shared’ bed. He likes to think of it as belonging to both of you, but it really doesn't.
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Playing Minecraft with the Stardust Crusaders
**Note: Originally I was going to have this be a story with just Kakyoin, but I decided to add the rest of the Stardust Crusaders. Also I decided to just do headcanons instead of writing a full story. I’ve been writing a lot of dark yandere stuff and I just wanted a break. So here’s something wholesome. PS. Polnareff’s part was my favorite to write. XD **
Joseph
He may be an old man, but he’s not completely out of touch when it comes to the concept of video games. It takes him a little bit to learn how to play, but once he gets the hang of it, there’s no stopping him. Joseph’s building skills are pretty basic. He’s more interested in the survival and exploration elements of Minecraft. Once he gets his house built, he does a little mining to get a full set of iron armor, weapons, and tools and then he’s off to explore. He’s almost never seen around the main base and spends most of his time many, many blocks away, discovering cool things. He will often ask questions about things he’s unfamiliar with and you explain it to him. Sometimes he hardly speaks at all because he’s too enamored with all the stuff he’s discovering.
Then there was the “Creeper Incident”. Joseph made the mistake of doing some exploring at night instead of going to sleep like a good little Minecrafter.
“Hey, what’s this freaky green thing?” he asked you.
“Freaky green thing? What kind of freaky green thing?” you said, wanting some specifics.
“It looks like a depressed cactus,” he explained.
Uh oh.
“Oh! That’s a cr---!”
There was a distant explosion followed by Joseph screaming, “Oh my God! Son of a bitch!!!”
After that, something changed in Joseph’s play style. He went from explorer to monster hunter. Angry at having been blown up and losing all his stuff, he goes on a vendetta to destroy all creepers. And why stop there? Zombies, spiders,skeletons or any other creature of the night that crosses his path were quickly dealt with. He goes deep into learning brewing, armor and weapon enchanting, and anything else he can think of to give him an edge against the hostile mobs. With Avdol’s help he builds a battle tower and protective wall around the base. He has very big dreams about taking out the Ender Dragon.
Joseph is a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to Minecraft. He may not be the best builder but he has a lot of creative ideas that help all of you with whatever projects you might be working on, especially when it comes to base defense and monster fighting.
Jotaro
He only ever plays when either you or one of the other Crusaders asks him to. When he first spawned in he wasn’t too impressed. He had a hard time figuring out what he wanted to do. At first, he doesn’t bother building a house or anything and just bums around his grandpa’s house. He makes a snide comment about how Joseph’s house is just a big, wooden block with one window and a door. Joseph grumbles something about how his house didn’t need to be pretty, just practical. Joseph ends up being the one to teach Jotaro how to play, while you occasionally interject to mention something Joseph may have forgotten about. Jotaro just responds with non-committal grunts and wanders around the base, checking things out.
Eventually, he goes off on his own to explore and find somewhere nearby to build a house. He hasn’t collected any resources, has no tools, or crafted a weapon of any kind when he starts exploring. You try to warn him that he should at least get a wooden sword to defend himself with, but he ignores you. It isn’t until night comes and he is nearly killed by zombies that he finally decides to get some wood and stone and make some basic tools. He still hasn’t found a decent place to build yet, though.
After he’s wandered around for about 4 in-game days, he comes across a village. Jotaro watches the villagers run around, doing their thing, and is bemused at their silly appearance and sounds. But when nighttime comes and zombies start attacking them, Jotaro feels he’s found his purpose in the game. Somebody has to protect these dumb looking guys and it may as well be him. He teams up with Avdol and Joseph (who is a little miffed that someone found a village before he did) to form a “Village Security Team”. While Avdol fixes the village up by patching holes in walkways, correcting poorly spawned buildings, and starting work on building a monster proof wall around the village, Jotaro and Joseph stay up at night to fight off the monsters.
Eventually, Jotaro builds a massive fortress near the village and Avdol attaches the wall to it. This fortress serves as Jotaro’s home and the village becomes the secondary base for you guys. Joseph jokingly calls him “King JoJo” and “Your Highness” which usually has Jotaro grumbling under his breath. He spends most of his days decorating or improving either the fortress or the village itself. When he’s not doing that, he’s usually tagging along on one of his Grandfather’s adventures.
Kakyoin
The redstone wizard of the group. Noriaki’s beaten the game a few times already, but only recently started messing around with redstone contraptions. He set up an automated farm that both harvests and replants crops as well as a huge mineshaft with minecarts set up so that they returned to the surface to be unloaded whenever players filled them up with resources.
As innovative as he is, though, he often uses his redstone skills to be an absolute troll. And usually, his victim is you. That’s not to say that he hasn’t pranked any of the others yet, it’s just that you’re his favorite target. It’s kinda your fault though. It started back when you first started playing Minecraft together and you might have, possibly, sorta, kinda, completely un-accidentally pilfered a diamond or two from one of his chests. He knew you were the culprit because there wasn’t anyone else in the game at the time but the two of you. He didn’t call you out on it, though, assuming that you would replace the diamonds as soon as you got a chance. You never did. While you actually did have every intention of returning the diamonds to him, you just forgot about it. It didn’t help that you later developed a habit of helping yourself to whatever you found in his chests instead of going out and getting the resources for yourself. Hey, it was easier and it saved time!
Nori never said a word about it, instead opting to quietly plan his revenge. One day you went down into his storage basement to grab some cobblestone from one of his chests. You were only going to grab a stack or two and make a mental note (for the hundredth time) to replace whatever you took, but knowing that you’d probably forget. When you opened the chest, though, you didn’t find any cobblestone. Instead you found yourself staring into the sullen face of a creeper, its warning hiss in your ears. You let out a shriek of terror and braced yourself for the inevitable explosion, but it never came. You examined the “creeper” again only to see that it was nothing more than an armor stand wearing a creeper head and green dyed leather armor. It was inside of a minecart that was cleverly hidden behind the chest. You just stared at it as your brain slowly came to the conclusion that you’d just been pranked.
“Ah, I see you found my theft deterrent.” Noriaki said, amusement clear in his voice. “It’s a nifty little project I found online called the ‘creeper in a box’ prank.”
You can’t even say anything. He got you good and you know it. You made it a point to stay out of his storage basement from then on.
It doesn’t stop there though. That one little incident unleashed Noriaki’s inner troll and you’re the one who gets to suffer for it. From filling your house with dirt blocks to slowly rearranging your decorations over time to see how long it would take for you to notice, Noriaki just seems to love messing with you. You have to admit that while his pranks are annoying, they are pretty funny and too clever for you to really get mad at. Your “favorite” was when he hid a bunch of note blocks under your house and arranged them to play a certain song when you opened the front door.
“Nori, why is my house Rick Rolling me?” you demand of him, annoyed but admittedly amused.
“Why are you asking me?” he says, playing dumb.
He knows what he did.
You eventually do give him his diamonds back in hopes that will appease him. It does… for a little while at least.
Avdol
The master builder. Before being invited to play Minecraft with you guys, he’d never really played a video game before. But there was something about the building mechanics of the game that awakened something within him, possibly nostalgia for those calm times with building blocks when he was a little kid. Whatever the case, Avdol takes to building like a pro and all without any YouTube tutorials, too. You want a medieval style bakery? You got one. Want a modern bungalow? He’ll do it. Giant fire breathing demon chicken to put in the middle of the base? You can envision the weird looks he wants to give you, but he’ll make one of those, no problem. His best projects are the ones he does on his own, though, with no guidance and with minimal suggestions.
Due to his building skills, he finds himself constantly busy within the game as someone always has some kind of building project they want help with. He even offered to improve Joseph’s plain block house. The old man told him to do whatever he pleased and then went off to go treasure hunting with Jotaro and Kakyoin. When Joseph came back he found his simple home had been converted into a deceptively cute cabin. While Joseph was impressed enough with how cozy it looked, Avdol revealed that the cabin had a secret, a well hidden secret chamber that appealed to Joseph's inner superhero fanboy. He had his very own secret lair now (yeah, it’s not really a secret if everybody on the server knows about it, but let the old man dream)!
Over time, Avdol has added things here and there to the base to keep things from looking so plain. He’s added a decorated pond for fishing and just a place to hang out. There’s also a meeting area for when the whole gang gets together right before going on an adventure (brings back bittersweet memories. At least this time there’s no danger of anyone actually dying.).
And yes, he even added that giant fire breathing demon chicken statue you wanted so badly. Your odd tastes aside, Avdol managed to make the abomination of a statue look rather cool and stylized. Kakyoin wants it to be the mascot for your group. It ends up being put on any and all banners for the base, much to Avdol’s chagrin.
Every time he gets online with you guys he is either working on a project or starting another one. He never seems to run out of things to do. Surprisingly, his own home is rather quaint. Just a regular old farm house, but it’s very pretty. And yes, he has a chicken farm.
Polnareff
Chaos incarnate. This man got into the game and immediately started doing everything WRONG! Digging straight down, forgetting to sleep at least once to ward off phantoms, forgetting to crouch when standing at the edge of great heights, you name it he’s messed it up. So basically just Polnareff being Polnareff. He always manages to find danger or danger finds him. Every monster in the area seems to target him specifically. On one mining trip you actually watched around five zombies shamble right past you and head straight for a very startled Polnareff. They completely ignored you! He’s died so many times that you actually put in the “keep inventory” cheat so that at the very least he stops losing all of his hard earned resources.
Speaking of resources, when it comes to mining it’s the one thing that Jean Pierre is really, really lucky at. To the point that it makes everyone else jealous. He was the first to find diamonds and emeralds and the first to manage to get full stacks of both. You never even thought it possible to find 64 emeralds naturally, but Polnareff managed to pull it off. Joseph is quick to accuse him of cheating which results in a very childish argument between the two until you step in and explain that you were with Polnareff the whole time and he just finds diamonds and emeralds by chance. Joseph apologizes but grumbles when Polnareff laughs. Ever since then, whenever he comes across diamonds, or anything even remotely interesting, he is very obnoxious about it.
“HEY GUYS!!! GUESS WHO FOUND EVEN MORE DIAMONDS?!!” he’ll shout in an annoying sing-song voice.
This usually results in annoyed huffs from Avdol and Kakyoin, disgruntled “Good griefs” from Jotaro, not-so-humble requests for him to stop bragging like an asshole from Joseph, and a threat or two from you that if he didn’t stop rubbing your faces in it, you would shove him into the nearest lava pit. This always earns a mischievous giggle or two from him. He’s so full of himself about it. He does make up for it though, when he crafts full sets of diamond armor for you all. For all his arrogant bragging, he’s really rather generous with his finds. If any of you need diamonds or emeralds he’s the first to offer up his stash. After all, he has so many, why shouldn’t he share? ~ ❤
Whenever he goes mining, you usually tag along. You say that it’s so you can help him carry his loot, but actually it’s because you’re his self appointed babysitter. Just like in real life, it just isn’t a good idea for him to run off by himself. You never say that out loud though because you know how sensitive he is about being danger-prone. Besides he likes having you along and the two of you end up as mining buddies almost every time you play. Sometimes Kakyoin joins you as he’s always in need of redstone and other materials for his contraptions (it’s important to note that Polnareff is Kakyoin’s second favorite trolling victim and it always makes you nervous whenever he tags along because you never know if he’s up to something or just genuinely wants to collect resources.).
Whenever you and Polnareff go off on your own to do anything, the rest of the Crusaders server prepares their poor ears for the inevitable screaming and swearing that will follow. Something happens to you whenever you pair up with Polnareff. Your brain power seems to get cut in half and the two of you end up becoming an unintentional comedy duo that has everyone else either laughing or, in Jotaro’s case, muting you for being “too damn loud”.
There was one time that Polnereff was digging a strip mine that ended up leading right into the Deep Dark and the Warden’s territory. You can probably guess what happened. Before you could warn him, Polnareff’s antics end up summoning the Warden and the monster kills you both before either of you have a chance to panic. This results in Polnareff seeking revenge (or trying to) and going all the way back to the Deep Dark to fight the Warden again (and dragging you along each time), and (both of you) dying again. This happens about three more times before he actually manages to defeat the Warden only to find out that he doesn’t get any kind of reward for it (other than bragging rights, which believe me, he takes advantage of).
On a minor note, Polnareff’s inventory is always extremely unorganized. Whether referring to his personal inventory or his storage chests his inventory is in shambles. There’s no rhyme or reason for where he places things in his hotbar and sometimes he’ll end up hitting monsters with a stick or block of glass rather than his sword. He also has a bad habit of using the wrong tool for certain jobs, such as using his pickaxe on dirt instead of his shovel and it drives more organized players like Kakyoin and Avdol insane.
BONUS:
Iggy
(We’re assuming that the little gremlin lives with you) While he can’t exactly play video games for obvious reasons, he does kinda like watching you play, but that’s only if he’s not trying to take a nap (you’re kinda noisy). Most of the time he just plops down in his comfy spot and watches you struggle to survive in what he mentally calls the “stupid human block game”. He is really amused whenever you and Polnareff team up because watching you two together is comedy gold. Sometimes, when you’re playing alone, he’ll wait for you to be exploring a dark, creepy cave and suddenly bark very loudly for no reason, causing you to very nearly jump out of your skin.
Iggy: “BARK!”
You scream, swear, and jump back so hard that your headset falls off. Your mouse has been practically thrown across the room. You turn around and glare at the little brat.
“IGGY!” you shout accusingly.
The cheeky little doggo runs out of the room making sounds that can be interpreted as the canine equivalent of snickering.
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Save The Date
F!Reader X Jean Pierre Polnareff
Today is my birthday!!! Yaaay! To celebrate, I wrote this self-indulgent, out of left field, Polnareff-kidnaps-you-on-your-bday-and-tries-to-force-his-love-on-you story because why not? I’ve been wanting to write more Jojo and I love Polnareff’s himbo ass sooo here it is. :D I decided to go back to my roots with this one, it was therapeutic loool.
This was a bit rushed because I want to get it finished by today, but I hope you enjoy!!! Thank you for reading and for being here! Love y’all~ ( ˘ ³˘)♥
Warnings: Kidnapping, imprisonment, reader is restrained this whole fic, forced/nonconsensual touching and kissing, brief mentions of sex, delusional Polnareff, probably horrible butchering of French pet names (I am sorry any French speakers, forgive my google translate indiscretions (；´∀｀))
Everything was perfect.
From the varying balloons and streamers that dotted the room, to the bows he had placed so lovingly in your hair, Jean Pierre Polnareff had worked hard to make this presentation immaculate. It was what his baby deserved after all-it wasn’t like it was your birthday every day.
It took weeks of planning and organizing to get everything just right. He’d spent countless hours calling the best caterers and bakers in town, and spent all his down time consulting with party planners to make sure this soiree would go off without a hitch. He was even able to score the perfect dress for you from the fancy boutique down the street-the very same dress you had been casting wistful (yet furtive) glances at for quite some time. The moment the ornate frock had gone on sale he could barely conceal his excitement and ended up purchasing it right away. He was sure you would be thrilled to receive the gown as a gift, and also be touched by his intuitive nature, his knack for picking up on the things you desired.
It was just your style, and he knew as soon as you donned it you would look nothing short of gorgeous. Envisioning you in it made his heart flutter, the smile that would engulf your face as you twirl around in it, giggling in sheer delight as the fabric swirls prettily around you, was sure to be a sight for sore eyes. It was hard waiting to see the dream become a reality.
When he finally got the chance to slip it on your body, he needed a moment to compose himself before he proceeded with the rest of the party setup. He had been correct in his assumption-you looked breathtaking, exactly like a princess in your new frilly, satin, dress. He wished he could have arranged to also have someone do your hair and makeup to really complete the look, but it was too risky to chance it. As much as he would have loved for you to wake up to a complete makeover, he couldn’t trust anyone to not be suspicious of the arrangement he had currently setup for you, and he dared not muck you up with his own mediocre skills.
But at the same time it didn’t really matter that he couldn’t have a cosmetologist stop by, you always looked perfect and ethereal, dolled up or otherwise.
Everything was splayed out before you, not a single item out of place. The table was neatly set with his finest dishes and cutlery, set at the ready to be topped with the feast that he was preparing for you. Vibrant bouquets comprised of only the fullest and brightest blooms of your favorite flowers sat on each end of the table, and fragrant candles cast flickering light over the scene, exuding a very romantic aura. Dinner (one of your favorite meals) was nearly done cooking in the kitchen, and its scent had begun to enticingly fill the room. He could practically hear your stomach rumble in anticipation.
The centerpiece of it all was an elaborate cake, decadent and rich, your name and a sweet birthday message sprawled on its surface in a pretty, curving script. It was far too large for just two people to consume, but that just meant there would be more to look forward to in the future. Maybe you would want to freeze some of it to share with him again on your next birthday, like some couples do with their wedding cake. The correlation made him blush as he fixated on it, giddy as he fantasized about all that lay ahead for the two of you.
With everything assembled, all he had to do was wait. He parked himself opposite you at the table, dressed to the nines to try and match you. As impressive as his finely tailored suit was, he didn’t hold a candle to your radiance. He sighed dreamily as he took you in, his eyes roving over your peaceful face while slumber still claimed you. You had a habit of incessantly frowning or shooting him questionable glances while you were awake. Whenever you noticed that his attention was turned your way, a grimace inevitably followed. This moment of peace where he could drink you in without any backlash was bliss, and as much as he was excited for you to wake up, he couldn’t help but relish this serene alone time he was sharing with you.
No kicking and screaming, no crying, no unnecessarily hurtful words flung his way when all he’s trying to do is show you love. Right now there was just you, him, and this lovingly crafted display of his affection that he prepared just for you, the love of his life. A small mountain of presents towered behind him, waiting patiently to be picked open by your delicate fingers. Most of them were little things he had picked up for you here and there that he thought you would like, trinkets and baubles he felt exuded a very ‘you’ aura and thus needed to be brought home to you. He used to try and give them to you the moment he purchased them, but you would always turn them away, telling him that he was spending way too much money on you. Silly girl, no amount of currency could ever be a waste on you.
The gift pile was a veritable array of goodies sure to delight you, teeming with big things, small things, and one very important thing that had been weighing heavily in his pocket for the past week. He had always planned on presenting it to you on your birthday (there was no greater gift than a perfectly cut rock signifying your eternal union, after all), but carried it around with him as a good luck charm of sorts, keeping it near till the moment he could give it to you. He kept it in his breast pocket as close to his heart as he could, childishly hoping that the placement would infuse it with the immense love he felt for you, each heart beat coursing through it making it shine more dazzlingly.
Though he enjoyed carrying it around with him, the time was soon approaching for it to go to its intended home, sitting prettily on your ring finger. Musing on it made him glance down at your hands as they rested daintily on the chairs arm rest. He tried not to focus on the straps he had placed around your arms, holding you in place to prevent you from bolting the moment you woke up. You were such a jumpy, shy thing, inclined to run and hide the moment you spotted him. He knew this setting would be overwhelming for you, that you would not take all the extra attention so easily, hence why the sedation and extra restraints were needed. As much as he wanted to do a more natural approach, there was just no way to keep hold of you otherwise. It was a necessary measure, but it was one he hated nonetheless.
Knowing you would be upset when you awoke filled him with dismay, but ultimately the drugs and confines were all just a means to an ends. After the initial shock wore off, you were certain to be pleased by all his effort.
Hesitantly, he reached out to grasp your hands, holding them gently in his own. His thumb slowly grazed your knuckles, tracing small circles over your soft skin. Were they not strapped down, he would have chanced giving your hand a kiss, his lips yearning to make contact with you in any way they could. It truly was a shame that you were so adverse to touch, for he constantly longed to handle you tenderly, treating you so lovingly you would become putty in his hands, melt at his ministrations. He could clearly picture the expressions you would make while he busied himself, running his fingers gingerly across your flesh, memorizing every inch of you in faithful reverence, kisses following where his fingers once tread.
It was his most avid desire, but he had yet to act on the fantasy. His dream would come true someday, but first you had to get used to him. Ease into your new life.
It was a torturous process, waiting for you to warm up, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Besides, with how bashful you were he figured he would be your first time for so many things, and that was exhilarating in its own right.
Suddenly, you stirred. Polnareff perked up, his eyes darting to your face as he watched your own slowly blink open. You scrunched your face in discomfort, groaning as your head gradually rose from its lulled posture. The after effects of the heavy drugs made your movements sluggish and groggy, another small groan slipping past your lips as you rotated your shoulders in an attempt to stretch.
Your gaze eventually landed on Polnareff, his face lighting up when you didn’t immediately look away. Still heavily sedated, confusion dominated your features. At this point, you were unsure where you were, what was going on, and probably perplexed by Polnareff’s presence, maybe even so bewildered you didn’t yet fully remember who Polnareff was. A warm smile graced his lips as he watched you come to, your befuddled state too cute to resist.
“Ma chérie,” Polnareff purred, his voice drawing you further from your hazy state, “I’m glad you are finally awake. It wouldn’t do to have you sleep through your whole party now, would it?”
Disorientation was giving way to realization, a look of fear and agitation morphing your lax expression into a sharp scowl. You began to pull against your bindings, your tugs becoming sharper the moment you felt resistance, alarm mounting when you realized how trapped you truly were. Your eyes locked onto Polnareff’s, the haze that had clouded them gone, replaced with resentful animosity. It was painful being at the end of your enmity, but he reminded himself it was to be expected. You would be filled with contentment very soon, he just had to get you there.
“Jean what the hell,” Your words came out listless and slurred. As the final dregs of the drugs wore off, you struggled to get your baring’s. “Where am I? What is all this? Did you… did you fucking drug me?”
Panic was starting to course through you, wide blown eyes filling with tears that you tried desperately to blink back. Your breathing grew labored as you started to thrash, trying your hardest to free yourself from the man who had imprisoned you, despite your compromised state.
Concerned you would hurt yourself, Polnareff gripped your hands tightly to try and sooth you, but it only caused your struggling to grow in intensity. Noting this, he quickly relinquished his hold, instead opting to cup your cheeks in a manner he hoped you would find more reassuring. Your skin was moist from your freshly fallen tears, his thumb easily sliding across its delicate surface, trying to wipe them away as best he could. You attempted to recoil from his touch, but the restraints and his firm hold kept you in place.
“Please amoureuse calm down,” he shushed you, worry reflected in his eyes, “You’ll end up hurting yourself if you keep pulling like that-“
“Fuck off,” you seethed between clenched teeth, “Let me go NOW Polnareff, or I swear I’ll-“
He clamped a hand over your mouth, halting any further commentary. A deep frown etched itself into his face as he stared you down, patience waning at the immediate vehemence you directed his way. Today was not supposed to go this way, he expected some backlash sure, but you weren’t supposed to recover from the medicine he had given you so rapidly. It was supposed to take time, fester a bit so that you would slowly come around, giving him plenty of time to explain things to you and have you get used to the arrangement naturally.
All the extra precautions were to help you see this for what it was, a true celebration to exhibit his unwavering dedication to you, and not whatever horrific falsity you had concocted in your anxiety addled brain. He cursed himself for not giving you the larger dose as he originally intended, he was just so concerned you may sleep too deeply and miss out on your special day altogether.
“You need to be quiet now, (Name),” His voice was low, a serious edge to it that froze your thrashing, granting him your full regard, “I know you are upset and confused, it’s only natural with how you woke up, and I don’t blame you for it. But there is no need for your ire ma cherie, look around you,” he released his hold, sweeping his hand across the room to show off his handiwork, “This is all for you bella. I worked so hard to make everything perfect for you because you deserve nothing less. Each decoration, accessory, snack, present-they were all assembled lovingly with you in mind. I’ve been preparing this for months, so please don’t be-“
“I don’t want any of this,” you once more cut him off, your voice choppy as you forced it out through shaky sobs, “I never wanted any of this. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t feel for you this way Polnareff? What you are doing is wrong, this entire ‘party’ is wrong! Please, if you really care about me at all just let me go and-“
Swiftly, he slammed his hand down on the table before you, rattling the dishes so violently it was surprising that none of them broke. Startled by the sudden upset, you lurched in your restraints, instantly shutting up out of fear. Your body quivered in distress, worried that if you said another word it would only further enrage him, and the assault next go around may not stop at just a whacked table.
“Stop it,” He annunciated each word, his eyes holding a sharpness that sent chills down your spine, “You don’t know what you are saying mon cœur, you are just blindly judging things before you even try them.” He took a shaky breath before continuing, “I have been patient, I have been kind, I have given you nothing but love, yet you constantly keep me at arm’s length, turning away from me in disgust even though I worship the ground you walk on. Please for one minute stop being so damn ungrateful and just be satisfied with all the hard work I have put in to meeting your lofty, unreasonable standards, or else you may actually have something to cry about.”
Tears continued to pour down your cheeks as your panic-stricken eyes drank him in. Your bottom lip quivered, sniffles punctuating your breathing, but you didn’t speak another word. He felt momentarily guilty for going off on you (on your birthday, no less), but seeing the success his rare instance of harshness awarded him quickly overshadowed any negativity he felt, instead washing him in a feeling of victory.
Now that he got his point across, hopefully you could proceed as planned and things would be smooth sailing from here on out.
In the other room the oven started to noisily beep, signaling that dinner was ready to be served. He rose to his feet, hovering over you before making his way towards the kitchen.
“Ah, perfect timing,” he forced a smile, doing his best to hide the hurt your brusque behavior had inflicted upon him. He squared his shoulders, composing himself before continuing. “Here is how the night will progress, amour. I will prepare our meals and then we will enjoy them peacefully in each other’s company. Once we are done, we can dig into this cake I ordered especially for you from the gourmet bakery down the street, the one that’s so popular it has a wait list.”
He sighed dejectedly, hanging his head in defeat before continuing, “You may not care, but I think it’s important that you take into consideration just how much of myself I poured into this celebration before you make another snide, thoughtless remark.”
His eyes flicked down to the cake, a brief look of sadness wavering within them before he directed his attention back your way. “It’s lovely though, isn’t it? I am sure it will taste just as good. Don’t worry, if you haven’t calmed yourself in time to be let loose I will gladly feed you chérie. Even when you are being particularly… bratty, I would not want you to miss out on such a delicacy. Then, once our bellies are full you can start unwrapping this mound of presents behind me, and we will just pray that it doesn’t take us through the entire night.”
He chuckled, his demeanor beginning to soften as he spoke, appreciative of the obedience you were displaying and the lack of unwarranted commentary as he got through the itinerary for the night. “Finally, we will end the party with a gift that has been a long time coming, one that is a truly significant mark of our eternal bond. I know you will love it ma chérie, just as much as I will.”
He saw a shiver course through you at his words, a small, sad whimper tumbling from your lips as your shoulders sagged. The gravity of his allusion bore down on your small frame, shrinking you down in a poor attempt at hiding from your inescapable fate. He tutted when he saw your attitude shift, his hand again finding your cheek to give it a gentle stroke. This time, you didn’t flinch away.
“I know this is a lot to take in ma beauté and I am sorry it frightened you at first,” he leaned down, planting a lingering kiss to your forehead before proceeding, “But you will come around very soon, I know you will. You are my sweet girl, and after you experience what a great time we are about to have you will be so overcome with joy that you will barely be able to stand it. In fact, you may already feel a little silly for giving me such a hard time, am I right?”
Suddenly, his expression turned bashful. A rosy hue illuminated his cheeks as he started to fidget uncomfortably, a slightly embarrassed looking smile gracing his lips. Your body turned cold as his hand slid from your cheek to your shoulder, idly toying with the thin strap of your dress. His roving eyes fell to your chest, a hungry look flashing through them before they found their way back to your gaze.
“And then, after you have finished going through all your gifts, to thank me for what a gracious lover I have been maybe… maybe I can unwrap something too?”
You shudder at his insinuation, a look of pure dread donning your features.
“Polnareff,” you choked out, strained words struggling to form one final, soft plea, “please.”
Before you could utter another word, his mouth aggressively claimed your own. He pressed hard against you, as if to engrain the scorching feeling of his lips on to your flesh. You whined, squirming against him until he pulled away, staring at you with longing, love struck eyes.
“Happy birthday, ma chérie. Let’s make this one to remember.”
#Polnareff you silly guy I would have come to this party regardless you didn't have to tie me up :)#yandere jojo x reader#yandere jojos bizarre adventure#jojos bizarre adventure x reader#yandere jojos bizarre adventure x y/n#yandere jojos bizarre adventure x reader#jojos bizarre adventure x y/n#jean pierre polnareff#polnareff x reader#yandere polnareff x reader#jean pierre polnareff x reader#jean pierre polnareff x y/n#polnareff x y/n#dark fic#yandere x reader#yandere fic#mothwingswritings#Thank you for reading!#and happy birthday to me and whoever else shares this bday! :D
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⭐️A Liars Punishment |Yandere Polnareff x Reader Angst|
Warning: This one shot is intended for a mature audience of 18+. This one shot contains extreme physical violence, strong language, body mutilation, and torture (acted out before scene).
“Ah, I see that you’re waking up now! Good, I am so happy that you are up! I can’t wait for you to see what I did to you my darling!” Polnareff exclaimed as your eyes fluttered open. “I had to knock you out once you handed me your engagement ring back like you’re allowed to leave me!”
You went to open your mouth but you couldn’t, you couldn’t open your fucking mouth. Something was.. you felt intense pain in your lips, something keeping your lips from pulling your lips apart. You looked down, eyes growing wide as you saw that your hands were nailed to a wooden chair, keeping you from moving. “Mmm!” You muffled, tears filling your eyes as you stared at your hands.
Blood- blood that belonged to you covered your two hands, a huge nail shoved through each one of your hands. What the fuck did he do to you? You tried to give him the engagement ring back because he was insane and abusive ever since he got back from his three month long business trip to Egypt. He wasn’t your sweet boyfriend anymore, he was an abusive madman and he was killing you. Was this not attempted murder?
“You promised that you would never leave me but you attempted to last night. I don’t like liars Y/N, liars deserve to get punished so for the time being I sewed your mouth shut while you were knocked out. I’ll remove the stitches and the nails when I feel like my point is made loud and clear,” he said softly, a wide smile appearing on his lips. His baby blue eyes stared into your soul- why wouldn’t he look away?
You tried to move your hands up, causing the nail to rip deeper into your palms, a muffled scream escaping your sewn up lips. You didn’t deserve this- nobody fucking deserved this. You regret not sneaking off at night, you should have just ran and ran until your feet were sore from running.. the dull ache of your feet would be nothing compared to the pain that you were feeling now. You had to try and give him the ring.. you were a fucking idiot. You should of known better but you thought that you would be safe.
When he came back you noticed that his eyes that were once so filled with light and happiness grew darker- the darkness started when his younger sister got brutally murdered but it became much worse when he returned home. He didn’t tell you a thing but in his lips you always hear him mutter the names, Avdol, Iggy, Kakyoin, Avdol being the name he said most frequently as he slept beside you, talking in his sleep. You never asked him.. you were always too scared to ask him.
Tears fell from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as your body shook from pain. A mouth wasn’t meant to be sewn shut. Hands weren’t meant to be nailed to a chair. You couldn’t scream nor run. All you could do was cry as your blood dripped onto the floor below you. Drip, drop, drip.. if only you could just focus on that one sound, but having Polnareff standing right in front of you had your complete focus. At any time, he could snap and hurt you.. and you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it.
He sat on the floor across from you, his silver hair in small curls, hanging past his shoulders as he wore a black tank top, his massive biceps glistening with light beads of sweat It was hot in here - in whatever room he had you in, the air was sticky and stale. “If you move it’ll only make things worse. It will only hurt worse, and the same goes for your mouth. I won’t take you to the hospital Y/N, I will just let you bleed out, but I will not let you die. As long as I’m here you’ll never die.. you will never be taken away from me.”
The switch in his eyes was instant, eyes growing hard but watery at the same time - so soft yet so dangerous. “If hurting you means that you will stay alive and safe, then so be it. If I stay on top of things I can prevent your death, I can save you, and you could save me too! Why would you ever want to leave me? I can keep you safe!” He stood up, his massive fork towering over you. “Your voice.. I need to hear it. Apologies, but this will hurt you. You can scream if you want because nobody will be able to hear you. Not where we are at. Only the rats will hear your screams.”
He right hand grasped your top left lip, and his left hand grasped your bottom. Without a warning, he pulled your lips apart with one rough pull, a scream instantly escaping your lips, blood pouring from your lips, staining your shirt with red. Dark red.. it was so red, so much blood. You felt dizzy and lightheaded.. why was the room swinging back and forth?
"Your lips will heal. It will heal just in time for our wedding in three months, but if you don’t behave I’ll keep your mouth stitched up forever. I’ll keep you here, alone.. do you want to be alone in a hot and disgusting place like this? With your lips sewn shut and your hands nailed to a chair?” He questioned softly, placing his left hand on your cheek. Despite the heat of the room, his hand was ice cold - the hand of a monster.
You sobbed, shaking your head because you didn’t want to stay in a place like this. You just wanted to go home, and you wanted to go to sleep, so you wouldn’t have to be in so much pain right now. You wanted peace.. and you would only get that peace if you stayed with him. Your only chance of getting even a little peace was staying with your abuser that you could never escape - that was your fate. You now knew that as your lips bled, you felt loose pieces of your skin just barely hanging on, your palms nailed to a wooden chair.. he could do worse. He could do so much worse.
“I-I.. I will stay by your side. A-always and forever,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “I-I’m all yours.” You rather be dead than all this, but you knew that he would never kill you. He just wanted to torture you and make you comply.. he won. You’ve fully complied simply because you couldn’t handle any more pain.
“Good, that’s what I thought. Don’t make this same mistake twice Y/N, because the second time will be much worse,” he warned you sharply, the sharpness in his tone cutting into you like sharp knife, leaving behind its permanent scar. After today.. you would always just be a shell of yourself, a prisoner dying to break free. “Now let’s get these huge nails out of your hands. This will also hurt a lot, but you’ll be fine. Yes, you’ll be okay.. I’m here to protect you. I will keep you safe.”
#ravenzeppeli#jjba#ravenzeppeli yandere#tw yandere#tw violence#tw violent imagery#tw violent language#tw strong language#tw torture#tw body horror#tw language#tw horror#tw blood#tw scar#tw nails#tw mature#tw unhealthy relationship#tw unsettling#jojos bizarre adventure#jean pierre polnareff#polnareff stardust crusaders#stardust crusaders#yandere#yandere jjba
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I, Jean Pierre Polnareff, humbly submit a toast to Muhammad Avdol for successfully managing to pirate Warcraft III so he may play defense of the ancients. Congratulations, Avdol. Enjoy your dota.
#my post#jojos bizarre adventure#jean pierre polnareff#im sorry but i had to#its the lowest of low hanging fruit#uh just to clarify i dont like yandere dev at all i said my piece on that guy on my old blog
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I Will Always Be With You
Warning(s): Racism, Homophobia, trauma, abuse
This will be written from Muhammad's perspective, first person POV
ābnatī = my son
yā ilahiyya = My goodness
I remember being eight years old walking through my neighborhood carrying two heavy bags of vegetables and fruit from the nearest shop, making glances at the nearby people who were minding their business. Sometimes, once in a while, one of the old folks would help me on my way home, kissing their cheek in return as a sign of respect and being grateful.
Once arriving at the front entrance, I saw two trucks in front of the house. Seeing men carrying box after box in and out of both of them, I saw my father standing there talking to one of the men. "Baba? What's going on??" I spoke loud enough for him to face my direction. "Oh, ābnatī, welcome back home. Go inside the house, and your mother will explain more." He responded, going back to having his conversation with the man.
Upon entering in, making small grunts, and tightening my grip on the bags, my mother was cleaning up the living room. "Mama?" She looked in my direction, putting down the wet cloth, and walked toward me. "Muhammad! You're back from the market. Give me those." Handing over the two bags I stood there, to her surprise, I didn't follow my mother.
"Hm? What's up with you, boy?"
"...why are there trucks outside?"
"Your father didn't tell you?" I shook my head hearing her mutter yā ilahiyya under her breath as she sat the bags down on the now clear shiny pine table. "Your father and I decided to move to France, Muhammad. We thought it would be better for us to start fresh," my mother explained. Hearing this inflicted my heart to drop and my hands to tremble, I'm not sure if it was because of uncertainty or unhappiness.
My mom noticed my distress, so she went closer to me, embracing me tightly. "It'll be okay, Muhammad. Your father is very experienced and he promised that he would take care of everything until we could come home, right? It won't be so bad, Muhammad."
She reassured me. I nodded in response, but I still felt like something was off.
The next few days passed by quietly, I didn't do much besides go to school. I didn't even bother going home at times, knowing that we would soon move away to another country.
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It has been 9 years since the move, the weather in France was always cold, and winter would arrive in late February. The sun shone brightly during our first day in France; I found myself adoring the glamour of the city as we drove to our new home. It was strange how different the French language sounded. They pronounced most words very differently, like pronouncing a word backward instead of forwards.
Upon arriving at the new house, I refused to get out of the car. I wanted to return to Egypt, missing the hot weather while carrying heavy loads to my house singing along with my friends, taking care of the fat chickens in the backyard, and overall enjoying the view of the sky setting. Finally getting the courage to get out of the vehicle, I heard some noises coming from the other side of the street and turned to see what it was. There were four men carrying boxes into the house. They stopped when they saw me looking their way and began speaking in my direction. In French, which I didn't understand.
"Vous êtes un étranger ici, vous ne devriez pas être dans notre quartier." You are a foreigner here. You shouldn't be in our neighborhood. One of the men sneered at me, glaring at me. His eyes were filled with disgust, making me feel worried, which made me lower my gaze to the ground.
"What happened, Muhammad?" My mother asked in concern, noticing the uneasiness I was feeling.
"Nothing, just... just leave it, Mama," I mumbled, walking past her.
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After all these years, I had grown used to the stares, the gleams, the slurs, and the jeers. I couldn't bear to look people in the eyes anymore. But, I couldn't forget that one person who made me change my mindset about the people around me.
By now, my French had improved. We were in high school, and he always wore a brown blouson jacket and black jeans with matching shoes. He always looked the same, same personality, the same man.
His name was Jean, one of my first friends when I moved here. I don't know why, but he felt like he was close to me, like I was a part of his family. We became inseparable after that. He took care of me in every way. Even before we started dating, he knew exactly how to comfort me, how to cheer me up whenever I got hurt. And he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He was proud of me. I guess he loved to show everyone how strong he was and how important I was to him, platonically.
But, things got too far.
We were close, very close, Jean kissed me. Kissed me passionately as if I were everything he needed in life. At that moment, I realized what kind of effect this boy had on me. I realized how easily my heart throbbed every time he touched me, how satisfied it was to spend every second with him, how my blood boiled when he talked to me. And I realized I liked it.
He confessed to me then.
He told me he loved me.
And I told him I loved him back.
So, yes, he had changed my outlook on life. He was like a drug, I'd never find myself without him. That was what attracted me to him in the first place; Jean was my drug. And I was addicted.
When I got home in the evening, my father was standing in the living room with a belt in his hand. He had an angry scowl written across his lips, I never took my sight off him as I slowly closed the door behind me and rested my bag on the floor. "Father?" I called out to him, unsure why he was mad at me.
He raised his gaze and glared at me. "What have you done, Muhammad?" He spoke in a quiet voice.
I bit my lip nervously. "...what did I do?"
"Why do you think I'm upset?" I remained silent. "Do you want me to put this on your bedroom wall?" I gulped at his words.
"No-"
"Then you better start talking." I was taken aback by his tone. This wasn't my father. This wasn't the man who taught me French phrases and helped me study for the exams when I couldn't understand anything.
Even for my age at the time, 17 years old, that was the one time I couldn't speak up. I couldn't tell the truth. Lying was a sin. I'd never lie to my father, no matter what. So, what choice did I have?
"I was...with..." My throat tightened as I tried to continue speaking. "Jean."
Silence. I knew the answer. It wasn't supposed to end like that. If only I wasn't such a coward... but I was. I was afraid. "You were supposed to come home right after school. It's been 4 hours."
I lowered my gaze. "I was...trying to catch a bus," I whispered. My father was holding the belt tighter.
"Liar." He uttered with hostility. My heart fell deeper into my stomach. Tears formed behind my eyes. That's when he slapped me so hard I fell on the floor. The pain was irresistible. My head was throbbing, I was inhaling quickly. "How dare you? How fucking dare you? My only son, I can't believe it! I should've known that would happen when you began hanging out so much." The pain in my jaw caused tears to flow down my cheeks. "You? You! A shāth?! Kissing another man like that?"
I shook my head no. "Not like that!"
"Not like that?! Do you hear yourself?!"
I shut my mouth and looked away.
"You think it's alright for you to kiss another man? Huh?!"
I continued shaking my head no. "I'm so sorry. I'm s-"
Smack! I felt the wrath of the belt hit my skin over and over and over again. "You're a disgrace! A waste of oxygen. How could you?!" I covered my face with my hands, sobbing as I felt the pain spreading throughout my body, causing me to curl up in the fetal position wailing.
That's when my mom came rushing into the room using all of her strength to pull my father back away from me, trying to prevent him from hurting me any further. Seeing my parents fighting, I began crying harder, I never wept, I couldn't recall the last time I did. It was like someone pulled the strings of my heart, pulling them tight, cutting me off from everything and everyone, including my thoughts. Everything seemed unreal, as if I was watching a movie.
My parents separated after a few more hits, and my father left the house, leaving my mother in charge of me. She held me in her arms, wiping my tears away and consoling to me that everything was gonna be fine. She assured me that everything would turn out fine. I tried to stay optimistic, but how could I after such a beating? I didn't deserve anything like this. But then something else occurred to me, something that had been bothering me ever since I first found out about my mother's situation.
"Maman," I whispered in a trembling voice. Her face immediately lit up hearing the nickname she had never received from anyone in ages.
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That same night, I somehow still had the strength to sneak out, still trying to control my breathing, I locked my room door and climbed out the window. I limped to Jean's house, and my surprise, he was still out there. He saw me from afar and ran towards me. "Honey?" He called out worriedly.
"What happened?"
He questioned me with tears forming in his eyes as he saw my condition. "Are you okay?"
I didn't say anything. All I could do was shake my head. He managed to get me inside of his house and lead me to his room, resting me on his bed. He grabbed a blanket and put it over my shaking frame, helping me to lie down and sitting beside me. He caressed my hair softly and kept me calm until I finally calmed down. I hugged him tightly, burying my head in the crook of his neck, crying my eyes out. "Shhh...." he said, kissing my forehead lovingly. "It's okay, sweetheart." I heard his voice tremble slightly as he stroked my hair, calming me down.
"I'm scared...father beat me, Jean, he found out about us.." His hold on me tightened, and he buried his head in my shoulder, hugging me even closer. I was thankful that he didn't say anything about it.
"He won't bother you anymore, baby girl. I promise I will protect you, always." His soothing voice gave me courage. "I don't want to go home. I don't know where...I should stay. I'm afraid he'll hurt you." I murmured. I just wanted to cry and scream. "Please don't leave, don't leave me," I begged him. My voice broke, tears flowing faster. "I don't wanna live like that."
"I love you. And I am not leaving you." His voice sounded hoarse, but I couldn't complain. "I will never let him touch you again. You are safe now. Just trust me, okay?" I nodded against his chest, my whole body shaking from fear and sadness.
"I love you." He repeated. "Always."
"I love you too."
#avdol#avdol x polnareff#stardust crusaders#anime#jjba stardust crusaders#avpol#jojo no kimyō na bōken#fluff#pillar men#yandere jojo#scenario#Au#angst#jjba part 3#jojo bizarre adventure#muhammad avdol#jean pierre polnareff
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Jojo Bizarre Adventures Masterlist + Character list:
• Anything related to JJBA and the characters I am willing to write for would be listed here. If there is any character not mentioned here, you can always request for them.(Including sentient / Automatic stands, like: Anubis. Or manga characters, but be warned for spoilers.)
• Characters in italicised bold means I am mostly invested in them, but that doesn’t mean I won’t write for the others. (R) stands for Romantic, and (P) stands for platonic.
• Minors are aged up to 18+. Also some characters like Josuke have 4suke, that refers to Josuke from part four. While 8suke, refers to Josuke from part eight. You can clearly *Ahem* see which parts are my favorites 😏.
Part 1: Phantom Blood:-
• Jonathan Joestar (R & P)
• Erina Pendleton (R & P)
• Dio Brando (R only)
• Will. A. Zeppeli (R & P)
• Robert E. O. Speedwagon aka. Best wifey (R & P)
• Strazio (R & P)
• Bruford (R & P)
Part 2: Battle Tendency:-
• Joseph Joestar (R & P)
• Ceaser Zeppeli (R & P)
• Lisa Lisa (R & P)
• Rudol von Stroheim (R & P)
• Suzi Q (R & P)
• Kars (R only)
• Esidisi (R & P)
• Wammu (R & P)
• Santana (R & P)
Part 3: Stardust Crusaders:-
• Jotaro Cujoh* (R & P)
• Muhammad Avdol (R & P)
• Noriaki Kakyoin (R & P)
• Jean Pierre Polnareff (R & P)
• Iggy (P only)
• DIO (R only)
• Vanilla Ice (R & P)
• Hol Horse (R & P)
• Telence T. D'Arby (R & P)
• Daniel J. D'Arby (R & P)
• N'Doul (R & P)
• Mariah (R & P)
Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable:-
• Josuke <4suke> Higashikata* (R & P)
• Koichi Hirose* (R & P)
• Okuyasu Nijimura* (R & P)
• Rohan Kishibe (R & P)
• Yukako Yamagishi (R only)
• Tonio Trussardi (R & P)
• Yoshikage Kira <4ira> (R only)
• Keicho Nijimura (R & P)
Part 5: Golden Wind:-
• Giorno Giovanna* (R & P)
• Bruno Bucciarati (R & P)
• Leone Abbacchio (R & P)
• Guido Mista (R & P)
• Narancia Ghirga* (R & P)
• Pannacotta Fugo (R & P)
• Trish Una* (R & P)
• Diavolo / Vinegar Doppio (R only)
• Cioccolata (R only)
• Secco (R only)
• Squalo (R & P) ~ Yandere! Tiziano and Squalo with a foster child! Reader [W.I.P].
• Tizzano (R & P) ~ Yandere! Tiziano and Squalo with a foster child! Reader [W.I.P].
• Risotto Nero (R & P)
• Formaggio (R & P)
• Illuso (R & P)
• Prosciutto (R & P)
• Pesci (R & P)
• Melone (R & P)
• Ghiaccio (R & P)
• Sorbet (R & P)
• Gelato (R & P)
Part 6: Stone Ocean:-
• Jolyne Cujoh (R & P)
• Ermes Costello (R & P)
• Emporio Alnino (P only)
• Foo Fighters (R & P)
• Weather Report (R & P)
• Narciso Anasui (R & P)
• Gwess (R & P)
• Enrico Pucci (R only)
• Donatello Versus (R & P)
• Rikiel (R & P)
• Ungalo (R & P)
• Johngalli A. (R & P)
• Sports Maxx (R & P)
• Thunder McQueen (R & P)
Part 7: Steel Ball Run:-
• Johnny Joestar (R & P)
• Gyro Zeppeli (R & P)
• Lucy Steel* (R & P)
• Diego Brando (R & P)
• Hot Pants (R & P)
• Mountain Tim (R & P)
• Funny Valentine (R only)
• Scarlet Valentine (R only)
Part 8: Jojolion:-
• Josuke <8suke, Gappy> Higashikata (R & P)
• Yasuho Hirose best girl (R & P)
• Rai Mamezuku (R & P)
• Jobin Higashikata (R & P)
• Joshu Higashikata (R & P)
• Kei Nijimura (R & P)
• Hato Higashikata (R & P)
• *Daiya Higashikata (R & P)
• Mitsuba Higashikata (R & P)
• Kaato Higashikata (R & P)
• Karera Sakunami (R & P)
• Yoshikage Kira <8ira> (R & P)
• Josefumi Cujoh (R & P)
• Toru (R only) - General Headcanons [W.I.P].
• Yotsuyu Yagiyama (R & P)
• Aisho Dainenjiyama (R & P) - General Headcanons [W.I.P].
• Wu Tomoki (R & P)
• Jojo Bizarre Adventures rightfully belongs to Hirohiko Araki.
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Get to know me
Name: Johnny
Age: 18
Requests are open!
Wattpad: IGGYSOLOSGOKU
TikTok: Hxhandjjbafan
Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon
Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands
Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly
Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader
Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world
Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine
Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)
Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando
Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna
Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando
Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura
Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio
Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci
Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)
Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet
Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira
Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru
I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow
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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 <𝟛 (updated 8/10/22)
𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢:
- smut
- x reader, some character x character
- death/major character death
- angst
- fluff
- specific headcanons
- prompts of characters OR [reader] with specific features/personalities etc. (for example; a plus sized reader with a love interest character of your choosing, writing a main character as transgender, etc.)
- SOME longer story ideas
- yandere/dead dove/darker prompts
- age-gaps (LEGAL ONES)
- multiple love interests
- gendered reader (usually i write an androgynous reader, but if you're looking for anything specific i don't mind delivering on that one ^^)
𝔲𝔫𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢:
- underage smut
- incest of any kind
- heavy, heavy gore
- zoophilia
- fetishization
- physically abusive romantic relationships (meaning i won't write an entire one-shot of someone b34t1ng you to d34th)
𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤…
please specify a detailed prompt, which fandom, which character(s), details of [reader] if needed, what topics, and any other detail i might need to know for your prompt. i will always try my best to have them pumped out fast, but i both work and have school, and lack of detail may hinder the timing of your request! if i am not provided enough detail, i may abandon the request unless i ask for follow up. i also reserve the right to refuse anything i am not comfortable with. please do not spam my inbox with your request, if it isn't eventually uploaded, it's possible that i wasn't comfy with that particular request. please always feel free to revise and resend or submit a new prompt, no judgement here whatsoever.
*.~Fandoms~.*
꧁༒☬𝔧𝔬𝔧𝔬'𝔰 𝔟𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 ☬༒꧂
phantom blood:
- johnathan joestar
- dio brando
(more upon request...)
battle tendency:
- joseph joestar
- caesar zeppeli
- kars
(more upon request...)
stardust crusaders:
- jotaro kujo
- oldseph joestar
ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ:
~ one
ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
- noriaki kakyoin
- jean pierre polnareff
- muhammad avdol
- 3io brando
(more upon request...)
꧁༒☬𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 ☬༒꧂
vi
jinx
caitlyn kiramman
jayce talis
vikor
mel medarda
silco
vander
sevika
ekko
꧁༒☬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝟚 ���༒꧂
arthur morgan
john marston
charles smith
javier escuella
sean macguire
(more upon request...)
꧁༒☬𝔰𝓀𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔪 ☬༒꧂
!all characters requested must derive from a faction or hold significant story value!
validating factions include:
- companions
- dark brotherhood
- imperial legion
- stormcloaks
- thieves guild
- dawnguard
not a faction, but characters with defining personalities and story value in the dragonborn DLC also validate to be requested.
꧁༒☬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔤𝔢 ☬༒꧂
- ethan winters
- lady dimitrescu
- karl heisenberg
- donna beneviento
- mother miranda
꧁༒☬𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 ☬༒꧂
- sal fisher
- larry johnson
- todd morrison
- ashley campbell
- travis phelps
- maple cohen
- chug cohen
- robert silva
꧁༒☬𝔯𝔦𝔠𝓀 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶 ☬༒꧂
- rick sanchez
- bird person
(more upon request...)
꧁༒☬𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔶'𝔰 ☬༒꧂
any animatronic from the previous games can be done, just outline what type of plot and/or personality you'd like me to execute, or i can write them based off of my own headcanons ^^
- glamrock freddy
- glamrock chica
- montgomery gator
- roxanne wolf
- vanny
- vanessa
- sun and/or moon
- any variation of william afton, dave miller (pre-springlock failure, springtrap, glitchtrap, burntrap, etc.)
- any variation of michael afton (OF AGE, security guard mike, post-scoop michael, scooped micahel, etc.)
꧁༒☬𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔞 ☬༒꧂
- asra alnazar
- julian devorak
- nadia satrinava
- portia devorak
- count lucio
- muriel
(more upon request...)
꧁༒☬𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝟜 ☬༒꧂
!all characters requested must be a valid romanceable character, or hold significant story value!
validating characters include:
- nick valentine
- preston garvey
- john hancock
- cait
- piper wright
- maccready
- curie
- paladin danse
- deacon
(more upon request...)
#jjba x reader#arcane x reader#rdr2 x reader#skyrim x reader#re8 x reader#sally face x reader#fnaf x reader#the arcana x reader#faegramme#fanfiction#headcanons#oneshots#x reader#character x character
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Thank you a lot for answering my ask, I just plan to ask on Lisa Lisa and Holly only, and you answer for all of them ~
If you can, I want to know the ranking from the easiest to the worst yandere for the Jobro too. Only when you have time of course, I know you working on your multiple projects, I looking forward to reading your work!
~ 🏵️ anon ~
Anon I love receiving asks, send as many as you want. I also LOVE ranking things. I know the jobros are only Speedwagon, Caesar, Kakyoin, Okuyasu, Bucciarati, Hermes, and Gyro but I can include some others, as a treat. Skipping Speedwagon since I just am not in the mood to write for him today oops.
Okuyasu is… difficult to get rid of, but is he really hard to deal with? He just wants to be ordered around, and some attention, that isn’t the end of the world. Sure, you can absolutely never be rid yourself of Okuyasu, but he means very, very well. He has no ulterior motives, and with how honest he is, what’s the issue? If you can’t handle an obsessive devoted type like Okuyasu, you have no business trying to handle any of the names further down this list.
It almost seems cruel to put Jean-Pierre on a list with such intelligent, strategy-based yanderes. He truly is just a man in love who happens to be a little (a lot.) creepy, but he’s tame compared to the bottom of this list. He’s like that guy that always hits on you during your shift but tips reaaally well. You’re kind of expecting to find him in the parking lot with rope and a knife after your shift with the way he looks you up and down, but it never happens. Jean-Pierre is after one thing- true love. He’s the type of grown man who still believes in pinky promises, and, truthfully, if you pinky swear you love him with all your heart and are only going out to go shopping or something, he’ll really believe you. He’s got some clear boundaries- don’t walk around without him (especially at night), tell him what your plans are and who you’re expecting to meet, and call him if he’s ever not around and you need to go from one place to another. Even if it’s in the dead of night, Jean-Pierre wants to make sure you get home safe. Even if he’s upset with you, there’s just some lines he will never cross. He’d never put his hands on you, both in a sexual assault way and a physical abuse way, and generally prefers to pretend to back off when you snap at him to leave you alone. Following you from behind is a good compromise, right.
Hermes is the type of girl to say she doesn’t care but goes to scream in her pillow about it later. She really, really likes you. It shouldn’t be this stressful to grab your attention and keep it. She’s tried about everything she can do in prison to get your attention- working out near you if you go to the gym, talking loudly in the yard and running laps so she can keep passing by you (even though the sun’s in your eyes), eating lunch and dinner at a table where you can see her, she’s even resorted to picking up whatever books you barely touched in the library- just for a little touch. She’ll lean against the railing in front of your cell. What, she can’t stand here? It’s a free country. She can loiter wherever the hell she wants to. Hermes loves watching over you, she’ll be damned if she lets anything hurt her baby. As long as you let her keep watch, she’s not gonna do shit. Hermes might get a little annoying, but she genuinely just wants to help you. She can’t just stand there and watch you need her. If you say she’s being too clingy, or that she calls you too many pet names, she’ll back off a little, but won’t just drop it all. You just need some space, and she’s happy to make sure you’re all good from over there.
Guido isn’t afraid to flash his gun, or to stick it in your chest as a way to move his hands around. You know italians, always talking with their hands, he doesn’t mean anything by it. Guido can actually take a no! Chronic catcaller over here gets rejected in canon, and what does he do? He brushes it off and moves on. Guido’s a bit obsessed with finding “the one,” so he tells himself that it just wasn’t meant to be. With you, though… everything connects back to you, so it must mean that he should seek you out more. He’s a hard man to get rid of- he’s delusional and fully of the belief that he was made for you. He wants to give himself to you, and often fantasizes about you wanting him. Guido does just about everything he can to make you see him in that way. He’ll lift his sweater up to show off his muscles, he’ll pick up furniture and move it wherever Trish demands for the same reason, he’ll even stand waaay too close in confined spaces to check if you like the new soap he’s using. It’s unscented, he’s kind of praying that you just like his smell. Something about pheromones or whatever bullshit Panna was yapping about. He's that oversized dog that follows you around, begging for you to hold his leash. Guido won’t kill you if you resist him, but he’s not super lenient like most think he is. Guido’s smart. He knows to check for your shadow under furniture and doors, he knows what a dirty plate actually looks like, and he knows what gas from the stove smells like. He wants to keep this simple and stress-free, so he’s not gonna bring it up, but he knows, and will take the needed moves to keep you right where he wants you- within his line of sight at all times. Let’s just not make it a big deal, yeah? He loves you, and doesn’t want to have to put you over his shoulder and take you home.
Caesar is seemingly the perfect lover. He’s not overly possessive, he respects you, he’s never asked you to go fifty-fifty on a date, and he’s never forgotten an important date. He can be a bit competitive whenever you mention someone else, but that’s something you’re willing to look away from. It’s endearing, isn’t it? How passionate he is? That same passion is what keeps his head on his shoulders, he doesn’t really know what to do with himself if you weren’t here to check his attitude every once in a while. He’s so prissy and afraid of getting dirty, he’s somewhat of a diva at times. All of that is a part of his charm, it makes you fall for him over and over again. It’s too bad that Caesar doesn’t feel the same way. He needs this to be perfect, and loathes how you look at other men when you’re out together. You’re making him look bad, you know that? It’s seriously such a pain to get the blood out of his clothes after his little bouts of insecurity. He sleeps well at night knowing that loser you had the nerve of looking at is dead in an alleyway somewhere, but he sleeps better knowing you’re staring at his perfect face. He has no reason to kiss you with his hamon, but every once in a while… he just needs the security of seeing you obey his every whim.
Noriaki’s small stature often leads his enemies to assume he’s frail. In fact, he won’t put his hands on you until he’s sure that you’ve warmed up to him enough for physical contact. Attempting to get out of Noriaki’s grasp likely leads you to aching wrists and ankles. He isn’t afraid to slap you for speaking to him so harshly. Mind your manners when addressing him, or don’t speak at all. Noriaki is big on etiquette- he likes being addressed properly, and for his home to be relatively neat and orderly. If you make a mess in an act of rebellion, he’s happy to puppet you. You’re not making your boyfriend clean up after you, are you? Until he properly conditions you post kidnapping, Noriaki makes sure all of your needs are met via Hierophant Green. Doesn’t it feel good to give up control, and to let him do it all for you? He thought so. Since you’ve passed Noriaki’s requirements to be involved in his life, he just assumes he’s also up to code. Don’t try to act like he isn’t, either, Noriaki takes great pride in himself. Noriaki will do just about anything to make sure you’re always under his thumb. His grades are perfect, he’ll go to any college you are. Despite his introverted nature, Noriaki has no problem networking. He’s always a step ahead- everyone already knows you’re “dating.” Isn’t that sweet? Say it’s sweet, darling.
Gyro is intelligent. He’s silly, sure, but you can’t fool him. He acts as if he’s only joking. You must hear that stupid nyohoho~ laugh he does in your nightmares. Hooohoo, he’s only playinggg, he’s not seriously going through your bag, relax! He’s just stealing your flask for a little sippy sip. Gyro’s not afraid to get a little handsy- he disguises most of his threats and ‘reminders’ as affection or just playing around. He laughs way too loudly at an unfunny comment and slaps your back with enough force to knock you forward as a little reminder about just how strong he is. If his little subtle hints aren’t working, he’s fine spelling it out for you: you’re meant for him, and you need to stop talking to other people. Gyro’s smile drops when he says it, but it’s right back up when he finishes. “Ooookay, back to what I was saying, do you want somethin’ from the catalog?” Gyro doesn’t really want to hurt his darling, but he’s fine with sabotaging their things. Your horse “had a broken leg,” so he put it down for you. Let’s ride on his! It’ll be sooo much fun, he’ll sing for you, he won’t even say anything if you get a little grabby. Wink wink. Should you be rude to him, his smile drops and he just stares. “What makes you think it’s alright to speak to me like that?” He’ll utter, and put his hand on your shoulder. “Oh, aw! I wasn’t serious. Don’t look so scaaared. Loosen up, sweetheart.” What solidifies Gyro’s spot on this list is the fact that when he’s serious about something, he sees it through. He knows his behavior is criminal, and what little guilt he feels is easily pushed aside- It’s not that he doesn’t have morals, it’s just that he doesn’t get what’s so bad about the way he loves. He’s passionate, he’s not going to water himself down for anyone. If you can’t handle him, you can learn to adapt. If you need to be spoken to with that cold and firm tone he takes with himself, then alright. Gyro would really prefer to keep everything all lovey dovey, but if what you need is a stern voice, he’ll let you see that side of him.
Bruno is a family man, above all. If you reject him, he’ll only focus on you more. ‘You’re pushing me away? Did you have a bad experience with a man? We’ll go at your pace.’ type of logic. Regardless of the type of love, Bruno’s love will always be overbearing and constant. He inserts himself everywhere in your life, the people around you just adore him. He just doesn’t know how to stop, and wouldn’t if he could. It breaks his heart to see someone in need not have someone to latch onto when he’s right there- latch on to him. Bruno is begging to be needed, and when he meets you, he just can’t get enough. Suppose you could have it worse, it’s just a gorgeous man taking care of your every need, but there's no freedom from Bruno. You’ll never gain any privileges, never have any say in long term choices, but not because he doesn’t want you to! You’re just not supposed to be doing those sorts of things now that you have him. Bruno by himself is one thing, but Bruno’s never really alone, is he? He has his entire team, two of which he considers to be his sons. If you’re Bruno’s you’re also a part of the family, and family’s not going to just let you go- especially not when so many of them have such severe abandonment issues. You wouldn't abandon someone who needs you, would you. Bruno takes on a lot of responsibility, something you'll learn to share as husband and spouse. Narancia doesn’t trust you at first, and neither does Pannacotta, but he latches on fairly quickly when Bruno expresses his intentions. Narancia will rat you out. You’re the parent when Bruno isn’t around, why are you acting like you aren’t?? Be serious. There's a lot of guilt in being Bruno's darling, but share your guilt with him! He wants to do everything for you, and give you the 'easy' life he never had.
#yandere okuyasu nijimura#yandere jean-pierre polnareff#slight sa mention#yandere hermes costello#yandere guido mista#yandere caesar zeppeli#yandere noriaki kakyoin#yandere gyro zeppeli#yandere bruno bucciarati#cw animal death#no proofreading we die like men#request granted#🏵️ anon
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Masterlist mto catapimbas de JJBA:
Battle Tendency:
Por fanfic:
Por personagens:
Joseph Joestar:
Caesar Zeppeli:
Lisa Lisa:
Karls:
Esidisi:
Wamuu:
Santana:
Suzie Q:
Stardust Crusaders:
Por fanfic:
Magia Winx: Imagine sua surpresa ao dormir pacificamente com sua Pixie em Alfea e acordar em um universo completamente novo, onde ao invés de bruxas e fadas serem a norma, existem humanos com personificações das almas em uma coisa chamada “Stand”? A situação fica ainda mais inusitada quando se junta a um grupo de pessoas com esses seres poderosos, onde o principal objetivo é matar um vampiro causador de infelicidade há gerações. (Personagens inclusos: Jotaro, Kakyoin, Joseph, Polnareff e Avdol)
Quando a filha do inimigo se torna uma aliada digna: Assim como Giorno, você é descendente do vampiro loiro. Todavia diferente de seu irmão que nunca viu o pai, sua sorte foi outra, pois obteve o desprazer de conhecer o pior lado de seu progenitor, descobrindo que ele foi responsável pela morte de sua mãe junto a outras atrocidades. Na tentativa de evitar mais vítimas, acaba ajudando de maneira anônima o grupo Joestar. Porém tudo vai por água a baixo quando é obrigada a se intrometer no fogo cruzado para evitar o ataque fatal no egípcio durante a batalha entre Avdol, Kakyoin e Polnareff contra Hol Horse e J. Geil. (Personagens inclusos: Jotaro, Joseph, Polnareff e Avdol)
Por personagens:
Jotaro Kujo:
Magia Winx
Quando a filha do inimigo se torna uma aliada digna
Noriaki Kakyoin:
Magia Winx
Quando a filha do inimigo se torna uma aliada digna
Jean Pierre Polnareff:
Magia Winx
Quando a filha do inimigo se torna uma aliada digna
Joseph Joestar (Pt 3):
Magia Winx
Quando a filha do inimigo se torna uma aliada digna
Muhammad Avdol:
Magia Winx
Quando a filha do inimigo se torna uma aliada digna
Telence D'Arby:
Daniel D'Arby:
Mariah:
N'doul:
Oingo:
Boingo (Sempre platônico):
Chaka:
Iggy (Sempre platônico):
Referenciado em "Magia Winx"
O diamante é intakavel:
Por fanfic:
A solidão é meu pior castigo: Você e Okuyasu terminaram a alguns dias, porém nenhum de vocês estão bem com isso. (Personagens inclusos: Okuyasu)
Haha, como é divertido quando você vira a nova obsessão de uma yandere que tentou te matar: Após ter sido sequestrada pela Yukako depois da estudante presumir que você possuía algum interesse romântico pelo Koichi, em uma tentativa de se manter viva acaba inventando uma mentirinha benevolente que na verdade tinha uma queda por ela. Posteriormente, ao ser rejeitada pelo rapaz, Yamagishi percebe que talvez sua outra alternativa não seja tão ruim assim, embora precise de uns reparos. (Personagens inclusos: Yukako)
Por personagens:
Josuke Higashikata:
Okuyasu Nijimura:
A solidão é o meu pior castigo
Keicho Nijimura:
Jotaro Kujo (Pt 4):
Mikitaka Hazekura:
Yukako Yamagishi:
Haha, como é divertido quando você vira a nova obsessão de uma yandere que tentou te matar
Toshikazo Hazamada:
Tonio trussardi:
Referenciado em "Quando a filha do inimigo se torna uma aliada digna"
Toyohiro Kaneidachi:
Masazo Kinoto:
Rohan Kishibe:
Vento Aureo:
Por fanfic:
La Squadra, mas eles são de um jogo otome: La Squadra Esecuzioni, os famosos párias dispensáveis da universidade. Um circulo social caracterizado por 7 homens com personalidades distintas que finalmente encontram um pouco de amparo em você. (Personagens inclusos: apenas PESCI, por enquanto.)
Por personagens:
Giorno Giovanna:
Bruno Bucciarati:
Leone Abbacchio:
Narancia Chirga:
Guido Mista:
Pannacotta Fugo:
Trish Una:
Polnareff (pt 5):
Melone:
Risotto Nero:
Prosciutto:
Pesci:
La squadra, mas eles são de um jogo otome.
Sorbet e Gelato:
Formaggio:
Iluso:
Ghiaccio:
Stone Ocean:
Por fanfic:
Por personagens:
Jolyne Cujoh:
Hermes Costello:
Foo Fighters:
Narciso Anasui:
Jotaro Kujo (pt 6):
Gwess:
Johngalli A. :
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Hi, I'd like to request 1440 x 3088 phone backgrounds of Ashley Graves from The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, with themes of guns, demons, witchcraft, and red flowers, thank you!
May i have a moodboard of korekioy x fem! self insert/oc with themes of stalking/yandere, the moon, rope, being watched, self hatred and hugs
hello! can i request a morty smith self care kit? preferably with soft and body care related items, with optional space theme! thank you so much :)
Can we have a moodboard for slideshow bob x bart simpson from the Simpsons? With themes of stalking,obsession,yandere,knife,age gap and kidcore?
Celestia Ludenberg x Gundham Tanaka (Danganronpa... again) moodboard?? :D
Could I get a ship moodboard for Aegon ii Targaryen from house of the dragon with his younger brother Aemond Targaryen with themes of incest, dragons and hiding on beaches together?
Hitoshi shinsou (bnha) x kianna komori (oc) yandere mood board please
Hey loved the last moodboard you did so I was hoping you'd do another Taiga Aisaka x Bill Cipher moodboard. With themes of collaborating on grand schemes, demonic possession, complete devotion to one another and of gaining collective power. With a picture of Bipper maniacal laughing, the color black and Taiga again in a golden version of her school uniform. Please and thank you!
Hihi!! This is sorta an odd request but may I request a flowerfang ( Miguel O'Hara x Miles Morales) stimboard? Preferably with cuddling cat stims nd baking stims? tysm in advance ^_^
Can I request a moodboard for Young! Aemond Targaryen from House of the Dragon with themes of the woods of the north west of Washington, dragons and the color navy blue?
Could I request a Homelander from The Boys edit with themes of obsession and worship!! Thank you!! ;u;
Hello!! Can I request a DNI banner with Jean-Pierre Polnareff from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure with a dark grey or silver color?
hello! if you're not too busy, may i request a stimboard for monica raybrandt from dark cloud 2 with jewel-themed stims and the bisexual flag color palette? thanks in advance!
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welcome to my blog ✿
moved to @pocketmousiie !! everything below is irrelevant
about me : hey hi hello !! i'm mod nene (or any irl names), but yuyie works as well if we’re acquainted. i use he/bee pronouns mainly and identify as omnisexual n mousedollic + jellyidolic catgender ♡ tags ✦ anons ✦ pronoun page - i was previously luciid-pearls, pearllixo, and theatriix ! my sideblog where i ramble about games and whatnot is @yxyiie
requests are closed ! 1 request(s) in the inbox.
please check under the cut for req info + dni !
request information ..
what can i do ? : icons, wallpapers, headers, moodboards, layouts, userboxes, color picked flags & vice versa, tarot readings, pokemon teams, and doodles. kin assignments as well, but only for sources with an * by them. pride and ship edits are welcome!
defaults : icons are 484x484, wallpapers are 750x1334, headers are 3000x1055, and moodboards are 1080x1080 unless a size is specified! all are in px, so please give sizes using that unit !
sources - bold are favorite, italic are selective : genshin impact*, pjsk*, puyo puyo, helltaker*, pokemon*, ddlc*, tbhk*, jjba, kingdom hearts, ace attorney*, danganronpa*, unlisted. there's a few i'm sure i'm forgetting
blacklist : irls, jean pierre polnareff, h-iji towa, kaito momota, bnha/mha, mcyt, real people (characters played by real people are fine), illegal ships, danganronpa ships. sorry but dgrp shipping is actual hell on earth
also, please credit me if you use my edits !!
dni : usual dni criteria, irl doubles (you can follow, like etc. but please don't directly interact! sorry ily <33 + introjects, fictives, n kins are okay !! ), are / support endo systems, send anon hate, proshipper, truscum, describe yourself as a yandere, nsfw blog
also as a side note !! here's a rentry regarding my irls ,, was linked above but here it is again, sourcemates please interact !! i would so love to talk to you guys mwah
userboxes by @sweetpeauserboxes and @userboxcafe ! thank you v much !
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Rules!
Well, there is a need for rules when requesting and here they are~
🩷 I'm a university student, I write in my free time and for fun, I wouldn't like to be rushed to write your requests.
🩷 I am a touch picky about what I write so I may be selective when it comes to picking what to write and what not to write. For example, I might find the topic upsetting. Or maybe, I lack the experience and knowledge to write sensitive topics and may not know the intricacies of it (such as mental illnesses). Sometimes I may reject smut requests.
🩷 This is a hot topic in terms of writing, some may agree or disagree upon it, but I won't take requests that you've already asked different blogs to write. I mean, you can try, I'll deeply consider it and maybe write it, but I'll inform you if ever I don't want to write it.
🩷 Asking for part 2 of a written piece will be deeply considered, because there are times wherein I think that a piece is already complete and good as it is and can stand alone on its own. So I say, it's okay to ask for part 2 and I will do it if I really see it fit, but if I think that one part is already good, I won't write the request.
🩷 I only write in gender neutral and will not accept gender-specific requests! I'd like this blog to be inclusive so everyone can read it.
Here are kinds of fic I can write!
~ Fluff
~ Romance
~ Platonic
~ Familial
~ Angst
~ Yandere
~ A little bit of smut, like I said I'm a touch selective about it
~ Headcanons
~ Drabbles
~ One-shots
Here are characters I write for!
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood
~ Jonathan Joestar
~ Dio Brando
~ Erina Pendleton
~ Robert E.O. Speedwagon
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendancy
~ Joseph Joestar
~ Caesar Zepelli
~ Suzie Quatro
~ Elizabeth "Lisa Lisa" Joestar
~ Kars
~ Esidisi
~ Wammu
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders
~ Jotaro Kujo
~ Joseph Joestar
~ Holly Kujo (Platonic or familial fics only)
~ Suzie Joestar (Platonic or familial fics only)
~ Noriaki Kakyoin
~ Jean Pierre Polnareff
~ Muhammad Avdol
~ DIO
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable
~ Josuke Higashikata
~ Okuyasu Nijimura
~ Koichi Hirose
~ Jotaro Kujo
~ Joseph Joestar (Platonic or familial fics only)
~ Tomoko Higashikata
~ Rohan Kishibe
~ Aya Tsuji
~ Reimi Sugimoto (Before she died or after she died)
~ Yukako Yamagishi
~ Tonio Trusardi
~ Mikitaka Hazekura
~ Shinobu Kawajiri
~ Hayato Kawajiri (Platonic or familial fics only)
~ Yoshikage Kira
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Experience
~ Giorno Giovana
~ Bruno Buccerati
~ Leonne Abbachio
~ Panacotta Fugo
~ Narancia Ghirga
~ Guido Mista
~ Trish Una
~ Formaggio
~ Illuso
~ Prosciutto
~ Pesci
~ Melone
~ Ghiaccio
~ Risotto
~ Sorbet and Gelato
~ Vinegar Doppio
~ Diavolo
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean
~ Jolyne Kujo
~ Ermes Costello
~ FF
~ Emporio Alniño (Platonic or familial fics only)
~ Narciso Anasui
~ Wes Bluemarine/ Weather Forecast
~ Thunder Mcqueen
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Gen Pol Pol hcs
Polnareff, as we all know, is an absolute sweetheart and gentleman. He can’t help but to want to tease, please, and shower his s/o in love and affection!
He’s also a diehard romantic! If you don’t ask for his love language first, you can definitely expect him too!
To that end, his number one love language is acts of service, but quality time is a close second. He’ll want to know your love language so he can show you how much he loves you in a way you’ll be sure to appreciate it!
Is super into pda! You can expect he’ll always want to hold your hand, guide you by the hip, and even kiss you where others might see (just to reaffirm to people that your his wonderful s/o).
Polnareff is Woman Respecter Supreme, so even when in a relationship, he’ll be too dense to realize that sometimes his actions can be taken the wrong way. All you’ll have to do is talk to him, and he’ll be happy to remind you just how much he loves you!
At home if possible, he’s even more loving. Expect plenty of teasing, cuddling, sweet kisses and more!
He’s such a genuine guy, a relationship with him (so long as you are okay with it) is likely to move along quickly just because he’s so open in respect to you and his feelings.
He also falls in love very quickly! He’ll have convinced himself your the one for him by the time you agree to a second date; and with how he acts it's hard not to feel the same way.
Yandere Pol Pol hcs (under the cut)
Unlike his normal counterpart, yandere Polnareff is likely to fall in love as soon as he sees you; he’s a delusional protective and from the moment he set eyes on you, Polnareff knew you were the only one for him.
He grows bitter, seeing you waste your kindness on people undeserving of it. In his mind, no one is worthy of you. You need your knight and shining armor to swoop in and save you-- even if you don’t realize it.
Though he may be delusional, Polnareff will fight his desire to abduct you. He desperately wants to win you over with his charms.
However, at the same time, he knows you already love him; whats stopping him from taking you home now?
It’s a violent fight of whats left of his sanity versus his growing need to hide you away from the dangerous world.
Once he has you, he’s never going to let you go.
Jean Pierre Polnareff has convinced himself that the two of you have the kind of fairy tale love one could only ever dream of; of course, as your knight he’ll ensure his princess is kept safe.
He’ll take any incompetence on your part as innocence/hesitance. He’s willing to wait for you to come around, for now.
Is very unwilling to hurt or threaten his darling. He loves them move than anything and the thought of them being hurt, by his hand no less, it too much.
He’s already lost so many people in his life... He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you by his side.
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rules + what you need to know
i write for black readers ONLY. my main audience is black women. if you happen to be a black reader that would like me to use gender neutral/masculine pronouns, don’t be afraid to request something in my inbox! i will write it for you! :) if you happen to be non black and reading my content, i cannot stop you but do not ask me to write content for you. the only time i’ll allow an anyone can request anything event will be a follower event. other than that, use your imagination!
what i don’t write gore, self harm, yandere content etc
what/who i do write (for) leorio paradiknight, attack on titan (all modern au), jotaro kujo, jean pierre polnareff. i’m also thinking about writing for eugene fitzherbert/flynn rider and/or choices characters but i’m still sleeping on it
do know i write character x character content at my own will and will not take requests for those, i will and can reject requests i don’t feel comfortable writing, i am a student, an athlete and someone who wants to put their best work out there. i will never rush content and publish disappointing content. i also follow + reply via @kurcpika
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