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Hey everyone! Long time since my last post, but this is just a lil heads up that I've decided to change my mind about closing my blog down! I'll just be moving to a new writing blog (which tumblr isn’t letting me tag skskkskskd) !! Feel free to read on ahead. I hope you guys had a fantastic holidays and a wonderful New Years!
Please do consider this somewhat of a promo post as well, so feel free to reblog this! <3
(The full reason/apology/explanation/whatever-you-want-to-call-it is beneath the cut!)
So um, as some might be aware, the reason I decided to "close down" the blog was due to taking care of my own mental health and/or due to the reason that I no longer felt happy writing for JJBA. Now, I sincerely, honestly, do not know if anyone ever cares to take me seriously ever again after that, and I can't really blame anyone if they do decide to take the piss out of me! It's the internet, and hey, everyone's free to do whatever the fuck they want as long as it isn't harmful/illegal.
So, just being real and to keep it simple, I've decided to take up writing again, because, aside from drawing, it's the only thing that's letting me express myself and my creativity! And besides, I missed the community a whole lot. It's fun when you aren't mentally drained.
With all that being said, I hope this wasn't a pain in the ass to read. Hope you guys have a good day/night, and take care of yourselves! <333
And The Winds Changed, Too. (Vampire!Giorno Giovanna x Reader) (HALLOWEEN SPECIAL)
Once upon a time, you knew a boy, always so serene and calm. You vividly remember spending every day after school with him. Now, all of that feels like a lifetime away.
Word Count: 1.1k words
Also on AO3!
Under the cut for length~ Also purely SFW!
Once upon a time, you knew a boy.
He was no older than four years old when you’d met him. Dark hair, serene voice and cold eyes that’d become so characteristic of him in the years following.
You yourself were no older than six years old when he’d approached you on the park, and handed you that old, frog-shaped wallet that he claimed was yours. You dismissed him, feeling wrong in taking something that wasn’t yours, but his insistence coupled with that icy gaze made you succumb. To be honest, he intimidated you.
But above all that, you had found yourself seeing him more and more, until you two had become a strange duo, as it was always you with Giorno, or Giorno with you. You two lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, got beat up by the same kids—that is, until he’d met that man he told you about.
According to Giorno, the man had been shot and was bleeding out in a dark alleyway, left to die by the hands of what seemed like his former associates. You believed what Giorno told you, then. He did always seem like the type to make the impossible possible. Since that faithful encounter, you swore everyone in the town seemed different. Giorno’s father stopped beating him, and those kids were suddenly nice to him. But you knew better. You’d overheard your parents talk about mob activity in the town one times too many—you knew the man Giorno helped was a gangster. Giorno always did have the tendency to attract trouble, only you didn’t think he’d disappear to go down that path only ten years later.
Life in that town was bleak, and routine. As much culture and beauty that Italy exudes, you felt as though something was missing. Presently, you were in college—working part time in odd jobs to take care of yourself and your ill mother. Giorno was the only one who’d put that slight sliver of what felt like gold in your otherwise grey life. And when he’d disappeared, you felt the hands of time tick by slower, as your mind couldn’t help but wander into different scenarios wherein he could’ve gotten himself caught up in some trouble and is now involved in some heavily illegal things (as stories of people owing money to some mobster and ending up pledging loyalty to the mob was extremely common), or worse, dead. You prayed to whoever was listening that neither of these were the case. The thought of Giorno being in danger made your heart ache.
The sun had just set as you walked the short distance from your college to your home, shared with your mother. You knew you had to get home immediately, as being away from home for too long always did make you worry, and besides, you were worried about your mother. Did she take her medicines yet? Has she already eaten? Your mind buzzed with thoughts, ready to burst, until—
“Ah- I’m sorry—!”
You look up, and in the low light of the alleyway, cast by the sun’s former glory, you catch a glimpse of those familiar cold eyes.
“It’s alright,” A familiar voice says, filling the sudden gap as your train of thoughts had been so abruptly interrupted. “Just perhaps watch yourself, signorina.”
You could barely stop yourself from gasping out loud.
It was definitely him—you couldn’t be mistaken. That voice, albeit fuller now, was Giorno’s—those cold eyes, albeit seemingly deeper and darker, were his, as well. Despite his formerly dark hair turning to gold, you could recognize that face and self-assuredness from anywhere.
“Y-you’re…”
“I’m surprised you hadn’t forgotten about me.”
It’s only been three years since he disappeared back when he was only fifteen. What was he talking about? Sure, he was taller and more handsome than he’d ever been (that and the fact that he seemed so… dead yet so alive at the same time), but that doesn’t change how well you’d come to know him.
“How could I?” You say, unsure of where to begin. “For the longest time, you were my only friend. How could I forget you?”
He chuckles, eyes reflecting something you recognized as fondness. His cold gaze flicks back onto yours, as he now decently towered over you. As you gaze up at him, you can’t help but notice how.. pale his skin suddenly is. He had always been pale, but the way he looked right now implied that some change had occurred inside him. A hand reaches up to gently tuck a stray lock of hair from your face; touch surprisingly cold. The gentle wind swept over the two of you, bringing forth a sense of calm and unease at the same time.
“I missed you, you know.” Giorno says, a small smile making its way onto his lips. You swear you see a fang as he does. “Life here wasn’t the best but I was fine with that, as long as I knew I had something- no, someone, to come back to.”
You feel heat spreading across your cheeks, and just as you were to return his odd confession, he broke the silence once more.
“A lot has happened, since then.” He states rather matter-of-factly. “Things are different now, too. I cannot just… come back to this life once more.”
“Why not?”
Your voice startled both you and him. Your mistake started to sink in before he raised a hand, stopping you.
“I… don’t want to involve you or your mother in any of this.” Giorno says, voice stern, but in between the lines you could hear concern. “You mean far too much to me to ever involve you in anything that’s less than perfect for you.”
“Giorno, you—“ You speak up once more, before he turns his back to you. The warm light from the street lamps just a stone’s throw away from where you were standing harshly emphasized his outline, in a way that screamed regality, and his now apparent authority. The golden braid he held his hair in stood out against the dark, pristine linen of the suit he wore. And even with his back turned to you, you knew you couldn’t possibly mistake him for being anyone else.
Your name falls from his lips in a way that almost makes your heart want to burst out of your chest.
“Goodbye. Please take care of yourself.”
-
Once upon a time, you knew a boy. Now that boy was no longer—or perhaps, tucked away deeply inside golden words and iron fists. And when he’d changed, the winds changed, too.
would you consider leaving the blog up as an archive of your work, so people can still read what you've written in the past? i adore your writing and i'd hate for it to all just get lost /)u(\
Ah to be honest I might keep this blog! And now that I had some more chance to think everything over, I’ll continue writing but… perhaps just once every now and then. The Vampire!Giorno will still be posted on the 29th as promised, but I’ll remain pretty much inactive on here. I think I’ll be writing more on my ao3, so it’ll mostly just be fics from now on! I’m glad to hear you enjoy my work <3
hEy so,,, I might be deleting this blog soon. I’m just not really happy writing anymore?? i mean, i’m still into jjba, and granted, my main blog will still be up if anyone even wants to talk to me lmfao. idk if i’ll delete this blog tomorrow but it’ll be soon, so.. goodbye, I guess? I really had a lot of fun times on this blog and you guys have always been so supportive, and so kind to me. I don’t know if I’ll ever write for this blog again but I enjoyed what time I spent on here. lmFAO IK THIS IS SUDDEN BUT-- I just didn’t want to force myself to keep making content that I know I didn’t love doing. Thank you for all the love and support you guys have sent my way!! I love you all very much <33
Thank you all so much for the lovely prompts! Here are the five prompts I chose to write ouo
Vampire!Giorno (SFW)
Vampire!Diavolo
Demon/Oni!Yukako (initially, the request had been for a succubus Yukako, but that was before my change of rules, so certain changes had to be made.) (SFW)
Werewolf + Fae!Poly BruAbba
Surprise Scenario for Risotto ;0
I chose not to reveal the scenario I chose for Risotto, just because it’s more fun that way! <3
Hey guys! Just a small heads-up and a bit of a change of general rules.
From today onwards I will no longer age-up canonically minor characters just for specifically NSFW headcanons or fanfictions. I will also delete any previous work that feature this as I no longer feel comfortable doing it. Any unanswered asks in my inbox asking for scenarios or headcanons with these topics will be deleted or answered in a more appropriate way. Thank you for understanding.
Small update and change of terms! I will be keeping you guys updated on the results of the poll as i’m tallying them. So far, I’ve gotten three requests for Vampire!Giorno, and one request for each of the following:
- Vampire!Josuke
- Vampire!Diavolo
- Medusa!Abbacchio
- Werewolf!Abbacchio and Fae!Bruno (poly ;0)
- Risotto being seduced by a half-vampire
Feel free to vote for any of these, or send in whichever other monster gf/bf you’d like! I will keep updating this list until Oct. 18th, where I will reveal the final results. Thank you all once more!
I will be opening Halloween themed requests for reader-insert fics from Thursday 8 AM to Monday 8 AM UTC+8 (roughly around Wednesday 8 PM to Sunday 8 PM EST). Any requests for any monster bf/gf from parts 1-5 will be taken! I will be taking a total of five requests, in a voting fashion! Meaning that the top five most requested prompts will be written for. The results will not be revealed until October 18th, 8 AM UTC+8 (Oct. 17, 8 PM EST). The requests may be, for example, “something for Naga Dio”, “something with vampire Risotto” or anything of that nature!
The fics themselves will be posted on the last week of October, from the 29th until November 3rd!
The askbox shall remain open for any other unrelated requests or if you just feel like yelling in it lmfao. Thank you all very much! <33
Hewwo! Can I get SDC DIO with a fem s/o who has commitment issues?
Sure can do, friend!
Sorry if this was short, I find SDC DIO kind of hard to write for but I’ll definitely try my best! <3
DIO’s not the most committed man himself— as evident by his many dalliances, who, might I mention, never really make it out alive. There are a few exceptions to this, of course, and s/o is one of them.
She once expressed this issue to him, and DIO, by some stroke of luck, felt particularly understanding that day. He too, expresses that he’s not looking for a bride at the moment. He’s more of looking for subordinates who’d come and drop themselves by his feet to kiss the ground he walks on, really.
But s/o is different. She knows one can never truly be on equal footing with DIO, but she can’t help but feel like she’s won his favor. And she has, and DIO has never ran out of ways to express this. He tells her there’s no need to worry, and that she’s still got the rest of her life to worry about commitment. He reassures her, in his own way.
