THIS BLOG WILL FEATURE 18+ WRITING. PLEASE BLOCK IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!! Yo I'm Mix, and this is my writing blog for JoJo's Bizarre Adventure parts 1-8
1) I will do characters from parts 1-8. If there is a specific character you want to know if I'll write for just ask!
2) I will do scenarios and headcanons, but you have to specify which one you want me to do for you!
3) I will write stuff with sensitive/dark topics . I know a lot of other blogs are uncomfortable with writing this kind of content, but I'm not. There are many authors in the world who published many books with dark and sensitive content in it and have had little to zero backlash about writing that stuff. I wanna be like those authors who aren't afraid to touch those certain topics in their writing.
4) I will do nsfw. Also, I am willing to age up characters for nsfw requests as well.
What I WON'T do:
1) I won't write vore, scat, beastiality, or the act of pedophilia. I can MENTION pedophilia (in a past tense or an implication) but not, like, IN THE ACT.
2) I don't do matchups. I have no clue how to do those and I don't wanna go through the hassle of learning so don't bother asking.
3) I don't do character x character. The closest thing you can get to that is if you request a poly character x reader x character.
FYI'S
1) When you make a request, be VERY specific about what you're requesting. The more details you give me the more I could write for you. So I could understand what you're imagining as you're requesting.
2) You can request as many times as you want.
3) If you're gonna request a character x reader then PLEASE specify if you want the reader to be male, female, or gender neutral! If you don't specify then I'll just go ahead and make it gender neutral; and if that wasn't what you wanted then too bad.
4) You can request groups like the Crusaders, Duwang crew, Bruno's Gang etc. Individually you can request up to 7 characters.
5) If you don't think your request made it through just go ahead and ask me if it did or not. Don't be shy!
6) BE PATIENT FOR YOUR REQUEST. PLEASE!!! I'm only a human, not a Writing Bot; if you hound me for your request to be done I'm deleting that bitch on the spot.
And that's about it. I hope you'll enjoy and maybe indulge in this blog as much as you'd like!
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I accept requests because I like to share ideas and make them become real somehow âbut that doesn't mean I will let my boundaries aside. I'm not going to explain why I didn't write that request because my response already implies why but I want you to understand fanfic writers are not here to do all you want, it's not okay.
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Halloween request: Bruno goes for a walk to clear his head. The night had been just like any other night, however upon his return home he is met with a mysterious woman who claims to have known his father. He's skeptical of her but despite this accepts an amulet that she claims belonged to Paolo and swore to give to Bruno. So many questions rush through his mind but before he can ask she has disappeared. Soon after he's plagued by apparitions and nightmares. Coincidence or is the trinket cursed?
CW: blood, gore
It was one of those nights again for him.
Bruno sighs, his breath visible from the cold night air. Strolling through his neighborhood so late at night like this has become the norm for him since he first joined Passione. Many others see him as a man who can keep his head together, who doesn't seem deterred at the things done in the mafia business. But they would be surprised. Just because he's been in Passione for so long doesn't mean certain things in it don't plague his thoughts now and then. Mafioso or not, he's still human. Even he needs some time just to clear his head.
Even after Diavolo's defeat, and Giorno's new title as Don, however, Bruno still finds himself taking these nightly strolls.
It's just habit now, he supposes.
Just as he turned a corner, he heard something. Or rather, someone.
"You are Bruno Buccellati, correct?" a voice asked. Bruno halted in his tracks, eyes immediately roaming the area around him, looking for the person who just spoke to him.
"That depends on who's asking. Where are you?" he calls out.
"Behind you."
Bruno whips around and sees the owner of the voice, a woman, standing only a couple of feet away from him. Bruno immediately takes a few steps back, surprised by the initial proximity. How is it that he didn't notice her presence if she got this close to him? He didn't sense anyone following him. He didn't even hear any footsteps behind him as he was walking! Did this woman have a Stand power or something? Is she an enemy?
"Who are you?" he repeats. Bruno is keeping his full guard up, ready to summon Sticky Fingers if the woman tries anything.
"My name is of no importance," she says, her tone of voice monotonous, "I am here simply to give you something that once belonged to your father, Paolo Buccellati." That made Bruno pause. What?
"My father?" he whispers. "You...knew him? How? What was your relationship with him?"
A moment passes before she says, "...I was an old acquaintance of his many years ago. Nothing more, nothing less. Now, onto the matter at hand." She then held something out in her hand. There, dangling from her hand, was an amulet. A beautiful crimson jewel hung with a gold chain, the light of the moon reflecting off of its shiny surface.
"Paolo entrusted me to look after this amulet. He told me that if anything were to happen to him, I was to give it to you. And so, after learning of his passing, I went on to track you down so that I may finally leave it in your hands. Think of it as a memento of sorts of your late father."
Bruno glances between the woman and the amulet. Was she serious?
"How do I know if what you're saying is the truth? What is your proof that that amulet belonged to my father?" The woman said nothing at first; she just clenched the amulet. But then, a strange light flickered from it, and Bruno gasped as a vision suddenly flashed into his mind.
He saw his father and the woman in an empty street- it looks like they were talking. Paolo then reached into his pocket and took out the same amulet the woman currently had and gave it to her. Bruno only managed to catch the last bit of the conversation.
"Promise me that you will hold onto this for now," Paolo says, "If something ever happens to me, I want you to give this to my son as soon as you can." The woman nodded. His father then walked off after that.
The vision ended there, and Bruno was left speechless. He just stared at the woman in disbelief.
"Was that proof enough?" She asks. Bruno bites his lip. He's still skeptical. This feels like it's too good to be true. This woman is oozing with suspicion, but that vision... He doesn't know how she showed it to him, but what he saw looked so real. His father was right there, giving that amulet to this woman. A small feeling in him wants to believe it. To have something left of his father to keep...
Bruno shakes his head. Ugh. He just doesn't know what to think.
"Well?" The woman was still waiting for his answer. Narrowing his eyes at the ground, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before finally reaching his decision.
"...All right," he says, "I'll take it."
He missed it, but an eerie grin formed on the woman's face for a split second before disappearing. She stepped forward and handed him the amulet. Gazing down at it, Bruno still felt rather uneasy but also a bit happy to have something left from his father.
He looked back up towards the woman, wanting to ask just a few more questions, but they quickly died in his throat as he found himself all alone. She had vanished. Looking left and right, Bruno couldn't find a trace of her. Yet again, he didn't sense her movement nor did he hear her footsteps. Very strange.
Clutching the amulet in his hand, and taking one last glance at his surroundings, he continued his way back home.
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He was having a pleasant dream.
He was standing on a beach on a bright, sunny day. The wind blowing gently around him, the cries of the Black-tailed Gulls flying overhead, and the briny scent of the sea reaching his nose. It was peaceful. Soothing.
"Bruno!" He heard someone yell. He blinked. That voice. No, it couldn't be. He turned around, and sure enough, it was him.
His father.
Paolo was walking towards him, smiling and waving at him. Bruno smiled back, and went to approach him, but stopped as he saw something appear behind his father, and his dream soon became a terrible, terrible nightmare.
Behind his father was a big, dark figure. It had bright, glowing eyes and giant, ghoulish hands. The figure then all of a sudden lunged at his father, wrapping its hands around his body. His father yelled and started struggling to free himself. Bruno started running towards them to save him but was stopped as something grabbed onto his legs and made him fall, and he looked back and was shocked. Hands similar to the figure's had burst out from the sand beneath him and took hold of his legs. He went to push himself back up, but more hands came out and grabbed hold of the rest of his body. He was completely pinned down, he couldn't move.
Paolo started screaming. Bruno looked up and saw that the figure was increasing the pressure of its grip. He flinched as he heard the man's bones breaking under the intense pressure, blood starting to spurt out of his body.
"B-Bruno!" Paolo screamed, his eyes filled with fear and tears as he looked at his son, begging for help. Bruno thrashed around, desperate to free himself to save his father, but these hands were too strong. He couldn't do anything but watch in horror as the figure changed its hold on Paolo...
...and gruesomely ripped his body in two, his blood and organs all spilling onto the sand. The last thing he saw was his father's now cold, dead eyes boring into his.
Bruno screamed as he shot up from his bed. His eyes were wide with tears streaming down his face, sweating and breathing heavily. That dream, no- that nightmare, it was...horrifying. He's had nightmares before, but nothing that extreme; this was a first.
A low creaking sound suddenly reached his ears.
Bruno freezes. He slowly looks up, and what he saw made his blood run cold.
There, standing in the corner of his room, was the very same horrible, dark figure that he saw in his nightmare, just staring right at him. A sick cracking sound was made as it tilted it's head to the side, it's gaze never leaving Bruno's form.
With sudden adrenaline rushing through him, Bruno summons his Stand. "Sticky Fingers!" He yells. The Stand goes to punch the figure, but it vanishes into a black mist upon impact. Both he and his Stand surveyed the room for any sign of where it went when it reappeared in front of Sicky Fingers, grabbing it by the throat and pinning it to the wall. Bruno struggled to breathe as he felt the figure's grip on his Stand on himself.
He went to take a step back but tripped and fell back onto his nightstand, knocking down the lamp on it and incidentally turned it on, the sudden light making the figure release its hold with a shriek and disappearing.
Bruno called back Sticky Fingers as he panted, trying to regain his breath, his heart still racing. "Just what the hell was that?" He mutters. That thing was in his nightmare, and somehow it showed up here in real life? How was that possible? What could have happened? He just sighs as he brings a hand up to massage his forehead. He just didn't know.
Could you maybe write something for werewolf Formaggio? I donât care if itâs a fic or just headcannons, whatever you would like to write is fine with me!! ð€ð€ð€
(Sorry that these were very short! Couldn't think of much tbh.)
 Werewolf! Formaggio is just as ruthless as his full human counterpart, but also more playful and chill. He doesn't hold back when it comes to hunting with his pack and fighting against any enemies looking to kill them, but when things are peaceful he's always either napping or roughhousing with his packmates.
He has a rather gorgeous wolf form. His fur is a lovely burnt orange color, and his bright green eyes just very capturing, they complete the look. His coat color is perfect for him to camouflage during the autumn season. Don't tell anyone but he likes taking care of his coat, loves how shiny it looks when it's all clean!
Whenever the pack goes hunting, Formaggio is always one of the first to catch the prey. He's very cunning so he knows exactly how to catch tricky prey, how to corner it, and how to go for a quick, killing blow. Also, if the pack ever encounter a much larger prey, they take it down as a team by attacking at different parts, Formaggio always going for the legs.
 Learning about Halloween from the ever nosy werewolf, Illuso, Formaggio loves using it as an opportunity to use his semi-human form to go and flirt and mingle with real humans. Everyone thinks that he just has a high-quality costume and doesn't suspect a thing. Although he did get punished by Risotto, later on, both for sneaking off to interact with humans and for doing it in his semi-wolf form. A hunter could have found him out and killed him! Formaggio only regrets it for a moment before doing it again next year.
Halloween Headcanons for watching scary movies with Polnareff? Bonus if reader isn't scared at all, but pretends to be absolutely terrified so that Polnareff can feel brave and strong for protecting them when they huddle close in "fear"? ð
It was Polnareff's idea in the first place to watch some scary movies together for Halloween tonight. But not because he enjoys them, oh no. It's because for some reason he convinced himself that he would try to "prove" his bravery to you by watching some of the scariest movies he can find while at the same time try and be romantic in comforting you if you get scared. A pretty "ingenious" plan if he does say so himself.
 What he doesn't know, however, is that you're unfazed by horror movies. You were gonna tell him so when he brought up the idea of having a horror movie night, but after hearing him say "Don't worry, ma fleur, if you get scared I'll be right there to comfort you." You just couldn't do it. How could you when he was looking at you with such a hopeful and excited glint in his eyes? You ended up agreeing to watch while pretending to be nervous about it. Sigh. The things you do for this man.
 For the first couple of movies, you kept up the "scaredy-cat" act, clinging onto Polnareff when a really scary scene pops up to make it more believable. But it was a little hard not to break after noticing that the Frenchman himself is actually getting scared by the films. He's seen some pretty scary stuff as a Stand user, but he'd be lying if he said scary movies didn't have some moments that freak him out. If anything he's the one clinging onto you right now.Â
You then had the idea of amping up the act by hugging him and hiding your face in his neck. This ended up snapping him out of the movie and quickly embracing you, thinking you're really freaked out. He pets your head with one hand, telling you that you don't have to worry, that he's right here and he won't let anything hurt you. And if anything or anyone tries he'll slice them up with Silver Chariot! You thank him as you hide a smile, happy that he got the chance to look brave and cool to you like he was wanting to.
After the last movie finished, Polnareff was in way better spirits, laughing and still hugging you. You thank him again for comforting you, complimenting him for being so "courageous". He's blushing with the biggest grin ever. "Would you say I was your "Knight in shining armor" mon amour?" "Heh, yeah sure," you say, "You lovable goof."Â
May I request headcanons of Jotaro and Josuke confessing to their gender neautral crush, please?
Jotaro
Jotaro always thinks everyone could easily tell what he's feeling, so he doesn't see any reason to just tell you he likes you at first. He thinks with his actions alone he's being obvious in his infatuation towards you but you don't seem to catch on. And this frustrates the hell out of him.
Other than Kakyoin, youâre the only other person he talks to in the whole school. Heâs not rude to you and has you come to hang out with him and Hierophant Greenâs user during lunchtime. Sometimes heâll even invite you over to his house to hang out, whether to watch Columbo or Never Cry Wolf, or even to just eat some of his momâs delicious cooking.Â
His mother, Joseph, and even Kakyoin all talked to him at one point about maybe having to use his words instead for once if he wants you to know he likes you. Heâs reluctant; heâd never let anyone know this, but heâs low-key afraid that he might choose his words wrong and scare you off or make you hate him. But if he just stays quiet, then heâll be stuck just wishing you would notice on your own, and God knows how long that would take. He decides then and there to just suck it up and get it over with.
He wasnât sure when exactly he should confess to you, but the opportunity presented itself when Kakyoin said he couldnât walk home with you two today, saying he had some errands to do (he gave Jotaro a knowing smile before leaving). As you two walked, Jotaro stopped you, saying there was something he needed to tell you.Â
âI like you,â he says bluntly, âNot just as a friend but...something more than that.â Jotaro pulled his hat over his eyes, avoiding your face. There, he said it. He wasn't sure what kind of reaction you'd have, but he was surprised when you took his hand and saw you smiling and blushing. You tell him that you like him too, more than a friend, and he finally feels a weight off his shoulders. The two of you continue the rest of the way home, hands intertwined and Jotaro having the smallest smile. Â
Josuke
Every time Josuke works up the courage to confess to you, he always chickens out at the last minute. When you look at him with those bright eyes and cute smile, he just goes weak in the knees, feeling all flustered, and retreats. He just can't do it!
He sulks to Okuyasu and Koichi about his inability to tell you he likes you. He feels like a fool for not just spitting it out. Oku just pats him on the back saying, "Don't sweat it, Josuke! If (Name) rejects you, the two of us could be The Friendzone Duo- ack!" He yelps as Josuke elbows him in the ribs while Koichi scolds him.
At some point, Josuke even consults with his mom about what he should do, and Tomoko makes the point that he won't ever know if you like him back unless he asks you. It's understandable that confessing your feelings to someone can be scary, but itâs better to just take a chance rather than just forever wonder. This makes Josuke stop and think for a moment before saying that she's right. He's gonna tell you how he feels for real this time! No backing down!
The next day he's pacing back and forth in front of the school waiting for you, reciting exactly what he's gonna say to you and how he's gonna say it in his head over and over. "I can do this. I can do this," he mutters to himself. Okuyasu and Koichi are around the corner watching, both curious and ready to console Josuke if the confession doesn't work out. However, as you finally showed up, all his courage started fading once again. You saw him and smiled, saying hello and Josuke can feel himself blushing. No! Not again! He needs to say it this time! He has to!
When you tried to feel his forehead, worried if he was getting sick from how red his face looked, that was when he finally let it all out. "I really like you (Name)! Would you please go out with me?" He shouted. Needless to say, you were stunned while Josuke just stared at the ground with his face practically on fire at this point. He finally said it, and while he's happy that he did, he's still nervous thinking about what you're gonna say. He snapped out of it when you called his name. He saw you grinning at him, saying that you feel the same way and that yes, you'd be happy to go out with him! It took Josuke a second to process what you just said before looking like the happiest man on earth, squeezing you in a hug and thanking you for reciprocating his feelings.
May I request hcs for Kakyoin w a gender neutral s/o who has nosebleeds pretty often? Tysm!!
The first time you had a nosebleed in front of Kakyoin, he was a tad concerned- offering you a handkerchief while asking if you hurt yourself at some point. When you tell him that nosebleeds are something you get often, he still feels worried about you but reassures you that he'll do whatever he can to help you through them.
He does some research on the dos and don'ts of taking care of nosebleeds and utilizes all that he learns to help you whenever you get one. When your nose suddenly starts bleeding, he implores you to lean forward every time- that way, you can avoid having the blood go down your throat. "It will make you sick and cause you to vomit otherwise," he tells you. That tidbit of info may or may not have creeped you out, but it is pretty endearing to see him taking something like this so seriously.
 Whenever you two are out in public, Kakyoin makes it a habit to carry around a little packet or two of tissues for you to use when your nose starts bleeding, and even a water bottle for you to drink after the bleeding stops. If the bleeding ever leaves you feeling a bit exhausted, he'll take you to a nice, shady spot to sit and relax for a while until you feel better.
At home, he can be a little overbearing sometimes. He uses some methods to help prevent any future nosebleeds like telling you not to lift or strain yourself, keeping your head raised on a pillow while you sleep, or just simply reminding you never to blow your nose too hard. If you tell him to take things down a notch, however, he certainly will. Kakyoin wants to take care of you as well as he can but he doesn't want to end up overwhelming you.
If your nosebleeds ever get to you too much, Kakyoin will be sitting next to you, hugging you to his side and rubbing your back, comforting you however he can. There have been moments when you two have a laugh during your nosebleeds, like when your pinching your nose closed and your voice turns all nasally, or when you have cotton balls tucked into your nose- Kakyoin snorts at the funny sight, and you two just chuckle at the overall silliness. You were really glad to have someone like your boyfriend by your side through your nosebleeds. He certainly makes them much more bearable to go through.
