#vampirejoestar

Giorno looks at the man in front of him. He had the feeling that he saw this man somewhere... a picture...? Maybe..

Relationship wishlist meme! 【always accepting】 @vampire-joestar​​

//how did you even know i’m jonawagon trash?? fghgjklk No, but seriously, I’ve always liked the premise of vampire Jonathan because of how it contrasts with Jonathan’s personality, and I genuinely love what you’ve been doing with vamp Jojo so far. And I absolutely agree with you there!! I feel like the twist of vampirism (Jonathan in this case) adds a new layer to their already amazing dynamics, and I personally love the way the interactions between our muses have gone so far! How Jojo tries to protect him by trying to put some distance between them while, in return, Robert is also a bit apprehensive after all the stuff he’s seen vampirism can cause on a person but, at the same time, this is Jonathan who we’re talking about!! The light guiding Speedwagon’s path, the man that showed him that he’s worth something. You can be completely sure that not even once it has crossed Robert’s mind to leave Jonathan’s side, though! There’s always the natural human reaction of feeling fear in the face of a potential danger (knowing that vampire instincts might be more difficult to control, especially when hunger for blood strikes), but he’s determined to be by his side until the very end, no matter what it takes. No matter if it even costs him his life. He’s put his life on the line for Jojo more than once already, and he will totally do it as many more times as he has to. And of course he will always be there to support him, to reassure him, to protect him and to do whatever it takes to help Jojo get some of his previous life back and regain some sense of normality back into it. Heck, he’d even be willing to give him some of his blood if he ever needs it. His loyalty towards the gentleman with the heart of gold knows no limits, and he will do everything in his power to make sure Jonathan’s beautiful smile never fades away.

(@vampire-joestar)

Item#: SCP-1880

Class: Eulcid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1880 must be housed in a containment cell measuring 4m by 4m by 4m with light fixtures in place in natural sunlight, and furnished with Victorian era furniture. Books and archeology subjects are provided and cycled out on a monthly basis. Once a day, one (1) live animal must be brought to the containment cell for [DATA EXPUNGED]. Caution must be exorcised when near SCP-1880, especially if the live animal is not provided- personnel risk fatal injury by throwing caution to the wind. SCP-1880 is not to be exposed to sunlight under any circumstances.

Description: SCP-1880 is a male of British descent, with a heavy build and appearing to be in his early twenties; although bearing sharp canines, red eyes, and claw-like nails. SCP-1880, while a gentleman, subsists on blood from animals and humans for nourishment, and has a fatal weakness of sunlight. If deprived of blood for more than 24 hours, SCP-1880 begins to exhibit more animal-like behavior, and will attack by [DATA EXPUNGED], likely until the victim is drained of blood; SCP-1880 does show remorse after such incidents, at the very least. (See Incident Report 1880-12 for more details.)

SCP-1880 claims his affection is due to the effects of SCP-1187, and wishes to seek a cure for it. We are grateful for SCP-1880's cooperation and will help him by any means possible.

“Oh wow! You’re humongous! Are you a superhero?” Mary asks, walking up to the man and smiling up at him, waving her hand back in return.

“Dio Brando...” The name used to mean something to him. The man he’d always held onto some hope for. He’d idolized Dio Brando, long ago. He assumed the man to be some sort of hero. Maybe not a great hero, maybe he wasn’t saving the world, but maybe just... maybe just lifting baby birds into their nests. Helping old ladies across the streets. Simple things any human could do, kind things any human should do.

He’d always wanted for Dio Brando to show up one day. “I’m alive, Haruno,” he would say and lift the boy into his arms. And they’d go somewhere far away from his Mother, someplace far away from Japan. 

Ahh, but of course that never happened. He would never escape his upbringing, he’d live a miserable life, only to learn this man he’d idolized for years was a vampire of all things. 

A terrible sort of being, on level of Madre and her husband. 

This man... how did he know Dio Brando...?

“I’m not. My name is Giorno Giovanna. Dio Brando is... My genetic donor, we shall say.” He’s already learned about this man from Polnareff, but...