#ask la squadra

[chronicallyonline101]

BEST FRIENDS. BEST FRIENDS? BEST FRIENDS. BEST FRIENDS!?!?!? sure. best friends. they were roommates, too, actually.

[ask-prosci]

Have you ever tried looking through grateful's eyes?

He's very light sensitive, I know that much.

[mmoodybblues]

What if u wrote smut of me and Ghia 😼

shit ok i got u

Restless nights

Ghiaccio x transmasc!reader Pronouns used: he/him

3.k word count

Warnings; degradation, intense language, female anatomy used and referred to, no mention of boobs

Smut, be wary.

You sat on the couch, mind buzzing with the worst thoughts, it was hard to keep your mind from thinking such things when you couldn’t go be in the field with your partner. But, Risotto was right, you did deserve the time off after your last big mission- and it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know you and Ghiaccio were together… actually, it was entirely your fault.

Ghiaccio had told you that telling the team would make it easier on you, that Risotto would be kind enough so you’d finally have time off together. But, you insisted it was too dangerous, especially after what had happened to Sorbet and Gelato.

Even if it put you in the position you were in now, nervously tapping your foot on the hardwood floor, coffee lying cold and forgotten on the table, unsure of the message sent to you prior.

’I’ll make it home early today, no later than 8.’

Surely, he says that and you want to believe him, but you know that no missions ever really finished, even when they’re dead.

What you didn’t know is the reason, it was ticking half past 8 without him there, is because flower shops are confusing.

Before you knew what was happening, the door flung open, and Ghiaccio came bounding through the door toward you. Soon you were enveloped in a hug, the icy smell that usually stuck because of white album was now flooding your senses.

Clinging onto him, you asked, “what took you so long? It doesn’t take that long to get home, y’know..”

”I was trying to figure out what flowers you think… would look, prettiest?” He said, his sentence tapering off with embarrassment.

Immediately you melted, you know how tough his outer shell was, even with you at times, that this sweet gesture meant a lot.

Your hands reached out to cradle his cold, rosy cheeks in your hands, beaming at him.

“I can’t even pretend to be mad at you now, can I?” You chuckled.

”I mean what good would that do? Hmm?” He scolded you playfully.

That only made you laugh more, but you pulled him down onto the couch with you anyway, wrapping yourself around him.

You enjoyed the coolness, yet soft comfort he provided, even when he was unapproving of being trapped to the couch like this.

”Honey- I have to go put the flowers in water- please let me up?”

but you promptly denied  his request with a shake of your head, he groaned and tried to come up with more excuses, wriggling slightly.

”Not even just one more minute?” You pleaded, “I missed you and you worried me!”

Finally, he let out a sigh of resignation, and tossed the flowers as far as he could and melted into you. He slid his hands underneath you, and held you close as he pressed down into you.

”..yeah, just a couple minutes here.” Ghiaccio said, blue curls invading your vision as he buried his face in your neck, pressing a soft kiss there, making electricity jolt through you.

”Mmh, don't do that, or else you’ll  be on this couch longer than just a couple minutes..”You teased with a smile. 

“Okay, baby, m’bad..” he muttered, a nasty habit of him never saying sorry, but you couldn’t blame him, especially not right now.

You slowly let him up after a while, albeit reluctantly. Ghiaccio slowly stood up, groaning as he stretched upward, his shirt raising slightly. You took your chance to sit up and slide your warm hands around his bare waist, he shuddered at your warmness compared to his chilled skin. You loved to admire how flushed his face got when you did things like this. 

“What’re we gonna do for dinner,” he sighed, “we have leftovers from last night, don't we?” 

“OH! We do!! I can heat it up in the oven for us, can you set the table?”

”how can I say no?” He rolled his eyes with a playful scoff and left to go set the table for two.  

You chuckle as you lead him by the hand to the kitchen island, pressing soft kisses to his face and doting over your husband. You two had eloped about two years ago, the only person who knew this remained to just be the two of you. Still living like your honeymoon phase.

You finally released him to set the table in the meticulous fashion he always did, while you fished through the fridge for the glass dish.

Preheating the oven and popping the dish in there took virtually no time, so going through the trouble to prepare a small side dish and drinks wasn't anything you weren’t accustomed to. 

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you looked over to see Ghiaccio fuss over the symmetry of the napkins, he must’ve felt your gaze as his head snapped up and he looked at you with big owl-like eyes. 

“What? You need me to bring those over?” He pointed at the ramekins in your hands.

“Oh- no, but grab the drinks.” You smiled and sauntered over to the table, already deciding in your mind what would happen tonight. 

He did just as told, nothing for him to protest with you. Two tall glasses, his favorite wine, and a glass of water for you. 

And soon enough, the food was done, and the both of you sat at the table, Ghiaccio serving the both of you. 

Bantering over dinner, and playfully teasing each other about Ghiaccio’s day is how the night carried on for a couple hours. Even when the plates were clean, and put away, you still ached to hear about the day you so unfortunately missed even if it was deserved time off that you’d earned.

After a while, you were standing with your elbows leaning on the kitchen counter, Ghiaccio’s arms bracketing you in.

”Thank you for helping me with the kitchen, baby.” You smiled and stretched up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

”I help you in the kitchen nearly everyday,” he tched, “I’m starting to think you just want a reason to kiss me…”

“You’re slowly catching on to my master plan,” you smirked playfully as he rolled his eyes at your antics. 

“You know you never have to have a reason..” he said quietly before leaning down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

He moved a hand to hold the nape of your neck, bringing you closer to him, before he pulled away ever so slightly. 

You smiled and brushed your nose against his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

“Baby, why are you so tense? Your shoulders feel like rocks..” You frowned and looked up into his eyes which now averted yours. 

He began to stammer on his words, face flushed with the embarrassment of trying to find what to say. But he was so cute when his ears were bright red. 

“You know I really don’t- like being angry but today was… really fucking dumb..” he said through his teeth.

   “No one did what they were fucking supposed to which made me late to you- and I guess I’m just.. I’m still angry..” his body tensed.

You’ve had enough, “So you bottled it up.. so you didn’t take it out on me?”

“..Yeah?” He hung his head low.

You gently picked up his chin so his eyes met yours, and held his face gently in both hands. 

“Do you think you could take it out on me another way?” You said softly, your thumbs rubbing small circles on his cheeks as you pressed yourself against him, “you know bottling things up never goes well in the long run..”

Your effect was immediate. Ghiaccio flushed and buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. 

“I couldn’t ask that of you,” he said gruffly.

“Good thing I’m offering. Tell me about what happened today, all the shit that pissed you off.” You grabbed his hips, pressing them to yours in a delicious manner, which made his breath hitch. 

“Hngh, well, I was paired with Illuso- instead of Melone, and you know our stands don’t do shit together…” he started, twitching slightly. 

You continued to nod and tease your hands all over his hips and ass that you loved to grab so much.

“I was- hm, basically working on my own- all the while risotto was giving us contradictory info on the target… darling please.” His tone grew rougher as he recounted his day.  

“Oh baby, they really did that to you?” 

“Fucking of course they did! And it wasn’t even the end of it, I had to split pay with Illuso! The fuck didn’t even do anything but fucking ‘surveillance’ from his freaky fucking mirror world..”

 His muscles were taut with his harsh words, though none directed at you, you still felt their power, which only aroused you more. 

“The fucking nerve! To rely on my stand the whole time and only get half the reward! And he sent me out on errands afterward, even though I should’ve been done for the day!” He seethed, “making me all fucking late to you- how could they! I’m never late to you- not ever.”

By now his grip on you had tightened noticeably, his face now flush with anger and the signature vein on his forehead popping. 

All the tell-tale signs of his trademark angry lash outs. 

He was muttering to himself incoherently, and your plans were falling into motion. 

“Ghiaccio, carry me to our room.” You whispered in his ear. 

And he obliged, swinging you up into his built forearms in a bridal carry. In just a few quick paces, you were past the threshold of your bedroom door. 

He tossed you on the bed just enough for you to let out a small squeak. 

“You know I’ve been waiting for you here all day?” You said, laying back and stripping off your outer layers. 

“Of course- but you should’ve never fuckin’ had to wait..” he said, watching you with curiosity of what your motives may be. 

“Since they made you late to me, I’m gonna make you late to them, that sounds good, baby?” You said, sitting forward and tugging at the buttons of his collar, waiting for permission. 

“Yes, but how?” He asked. You loved his dense questions sometimes. 

“You’re gonna fuck all that anger out on me, and we’re gonna keep going until you can’t wake up early to report to Risotto.” You said, beginning to unbutton his turtleneck, before he took matters and began hastily unbuttoning it. 

“Fuck- please yes- I need my hands on you.” He said gruffly through gritted teeth. 

You could only press your thighs together at that, stripped down to your underwear because you knew he’d wanna take it off you. 

In a matter of what felt like seconds, his lips pressed hungrily against yours, hands pulling you closer wherever he could. 

The kiss only grew more passionate as his hands wandered to grab at whatever thigh or ass he could. 

Before you knew it, you were sprawled out on the bed as he trailed kisses down your neck. Each kiss set your nerves on fire, and you loved every moment of it. 

“You want this?” He said roughly, his teeth nipping at the lobe of your ear, “You want me to take my anger out on you?”

You couldn’t help but moan and nod, letting out an affirmative noise. 

“Yes please, that’s what I want..” you groaned, hands finding purchase on Ghiaccio’s side. 

“Mmh, good whore.” He said gruffly. 

His hand slid downward on your stomach, the feeling of his cold hands against your heated skin only arousing you more. Eventually he was thumbing small circles over your clothed clit, making you squirm. 

He reveled in your sounds, continuing to kiss and suck dark marks along your neck, even making small bites along your chest and shoulders. 

All you could do was whine and moan, he knew just where to touch you, and his touch alone could leave your panties drenched. 

He pressed kisses over your nipples, mouthing at them dutifully. He was doing everything in his power to make you unravel before he even got his mouth on your clit. 

And it was working, you felt as if you were melting into the mattress at this point, body lax and strained at the same time. 

Soon enough, he grabbed the undersides of your thighs and pushed them up roughly, pulling off your underwear in one fell swoop, sinking down between your thighs.

“So wet already, like a good slut, right?” He spat harshly, licking a stripe up your pussy. 

He moaned loudly at tasting your arousal, sucking at your clit firmly.

Eventually, he added two fingers, curling them just right all the while sucking steadily. 

“You think you can take more?” He huffed against your thigh.

“You- know I can..” you groaned, the sight of him, glasses crooked and curls disheveled between your legs only fueling your lust more. 

He gave you a wicked and demeaning smirk, which you could only tell was calling you a slut or whore in all the right ways. 

He attached his tongue to your clit one more, plunging three long, nimble fingers inside of you, quickening his pace. 

Before you knew it, the familiar heat coil formed in your stomach, and your desperation grew. 

Your whines and pleas meant little as of right now, Ghiaccio had his own plans for you. 

His pace only quickened, his free hand moving to grip your thigh to keep it from closing. You were close, and he knew, if not from your incoherent babbles trying to tell him so, then the way that you were trembling around him. 

He moaned into you, the delicious vibrations of his voice tipped you over the edge.

You moaned his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear, back arching up trying to push his face against you even more. 

He didn’t relent, riding you through the wave of your first orgasm, until your thighs threatened to close on him. He slowly pulled back, making a show of licking his fingers, onyx eyes boring into yours dangerously. 

“And how would you feel if I held a vibrator against your clit until you couldn’t take it? Hmm?” He asked rhetorically, “because I’m gonna make you cum until you can’t.”

You could only nod at the sentiment, head cloudy from the first orgasm. 

He stood up and turned to the nightstand, fishing through the drawer until he retrieved the slim wand, about as long as his hand from palm to fingertip, and an icy blue per his request. 

Clicking the button it buzzed to life, which seemed to please him, then he clicked it off.

”I want you to lay on the pillows.” He ordered as he set the toy on the bed and began to take off his pants and underwear, revealing where that blue happy trail led. 

He kept himself groomed and trimmed, but he was never a fan of the ‘no-hair’ look.

you adjusted yourself so your head was cushioned by the down pillows, your mind buzzing with anticipation, this was the best idea you’ve had yet, though you were starting to wonder when the anger would show.

Ghiaccio slid between your legs, throwing your thighs over his hips.

“Y’look like you should be served on a fuckin’ platter.” He groaned, clicking the vibrator to life once again. 

Almost subconsciously, your legs spread further to accommodate him. He swiftly held the vibrator to your clit, making small circles, and slowly slipped into your pussy, but only stopped after the head was in. 

“Why’d you stop-..” you whined, gripping into the pillows behind you, trying to grind up into the vibrator. 

“Already whining like a cum dump, huh?” He snided, “You’re gonna cum at least once more before I’m in you properly, like a good slut.”

You squirmed as if to try and move further down. But, He wasn’t having it, keeping you firmly held in place. 

“Don’t move.” He scolded, “Did I tell you to do that?”

“N-…no.” You bit back a moan.

“Then you do as you're told, like a good boy.”

He left it at that and you could already feel the second one building up, your pussy longing for more than what was given but no protest verbalized. 

He looked down at you watchfully for signs of your second orgasm, massaging the vibrator so achingly good on your clit. 

It was hard not to grind your hips up, your body yearning for more. 

Ghiaccio only pushed it against your clit more and you snapped, pleas and moans spilling out of your mouth as you came. 

You could feel yourself dripping now. 

And almost without a beat, he tossed the vibrator on the bed and picked up your hips, sheathing himself fully in the process. 

He set his pace, not so fast at first but hard, hard thrusts. Every smack audible in the room and probably the entire apartment. 

Each thrust pushed a moan out of you, you knew your throat would be dry tomorrow. Ghiaccio moaned and bit back whimpers as he looked down at you with intense eyes, his glasses slipping down his nose. 

“God- fuck, you make such a good fucktoy, takin’ what I give you..” he groaned, jaw tense. 

His pace quickened as he became more vocal. He always was vocal, if he wasn’t moaning, he was whining. 

His curls were a mess and you know your hair looked no better, his degrading words only making you throw your head back more. 

The sensitivity and the sheer eroticism of him pounding into you removed anything coherent in your brain, as he fucked you into the mattress. 

You knew you wouldn’t last long, and there’s a chance he wouldn’t either, or he’d overstim you until he came. 

You were starting to think it was the latter when his hips began to stutter, with you already close, it didn’t matter. 

“Please, can- can we come together?” You managed through a moan. 

Ghiaccio let out a moan and a small ‘fuck yes’, before leaning down to kiss you, pressing you into a mating press. 

Small sounds of ‘im close’ echoed from the both of you, reveling in the thought of coming together. 

You came first, the intensity doubled by the position you were in, and Ghiaccio came not long after while kissing you sloppily. 

After the high, Ghiaccio sat back, gently moving your hips back down carefully. 

“Are you alright? Fuck, was I too rough?” He fretted.

You could only laugh at that. 

“No, you’re, hah, fine, I promise.” You smiled.

“I’m gonna go get you some water and clean you up, okay? Then we’ll go pee and we can cuddle alright?” He said, making a checklist like he always did.  

You nodded sleepily as he got up to retrieve his items. 

And it didn’t take him long to return and set into your hands while he cleaned you with a warm washcloth, careful of your sensitive state. 

He whispered soft things to you as he helped you up to the bathroom and when you two returned to bed. 

Pulling you into his arms and brushing your hair through his fingers he smiled. 

“Did you really like that? Me taking my anger out on you?” 

“Yeah I did, it was so fucking hot.” You smiled and reached up to remove his glasses. 

“Maybe we should try out some new things soon, I wanna see what else gets me that reaction.” He smirked.

You couldn’t help but marvel at the way he looked without glasses. It was a lot easier to notice his freckles and how big his eyes were, and the way his loose curls framed his face. 

But this sight would only be for you. You and you alone. 

“You’re drifting off on me,” Ghiaccio smiled, “Let’s go to bed, I’ll hit snooze on the alarm tomorrow.”

And with that you nodded and drifted off, still thinking about those soft blue curls. 

[theplayersau]

If althaia is green splat what colour is everyone else in La poopoo

[Hiya! The doctor is in!]

Dr_Donna: Hi!! :3 If I'm green in this scenario, here's what I think the others would be!

- Ris: black!

- Pro: yellow!

- Formaggio: orange!

- Ghia: blue!

- Mel: purple!

- Pesci: a lighter green!

- Illuso: white!

Dr_Donna: Hope that answers your question!!

[miumakio]

I HAVE ARRIVED WITH THE GOODS!!! Jjba oc art as promised >:]

These are work in progress pics, if that wasn't apparent, and I'll have the first time I drew them under the cut along with my rambling about them :]

I had to drag these up from the depths of my procreate (these are literally from the beginning of September) I have. NO IDEA why my art style had a weird shift since then, they look entirely different to me.

So ofc, because I ship literally all of my characters, they are ocs who I ship with jjba characters (shocker to nobody)

They're part 5 ocs specifically. Morticia (the woman on the left with the short hair) is a piercer, who shares a shop with Layla (woman on the right with the long hair) a tattoo artist

They both have stands that are semi related to their field of work, but neither are properly named at the moment.

Morticia can manipulate magnetism, so she can either launch metal objects, or pull them towards her (if you're pierced do NOT fight her, homegirl will take them things OUT)

Layla is a tattoo artist, who's stand allows her to manipulate the ink in people's skin. It's painless, and not for fighting, she mostly uses it for jokes or sometimes tattoo removals/cover ups (AKA she completely erases the ink from the skin, or can take the ink already in the person's skin and move it around to fix it however she'd like, but she cannot add ink to the skin with her stand. She does actually have to tattoo people

As for shipping, I did create a really silly little au that they're meant for, same part 5 characters, the lore is simply the mafia isn't a hot mess, Diavolo and Doppio are 2 separate people, everyone's paid well (la squadra isn't broke) and things are relatively peaceful, it's mostly just regular crime activity

SILLY PART, SOULMATES. Because I'm a huge sucker for soul mate tropes, and the concept was really funny to me, it's a soul mate au where whatever tattoo/ink your soul mate has on them shows up on you. Super simple, super basic, makes for funny jokes. I ship Layla with Doppio, simply because I think their dynamic is very cute, and Morticia with Leone and Bruno (you can have more than one soulmate they are BOYFRIENDS YOU CANT TELL ME OTHERWISE)

Some friends of mine also made ocs for this au, but I'm probably just going to speak on mine so I don't risk saying something incorrect about their ocs, but I'm totally open to questions about mine! I'd love to talk about them with other people, or even discuss if anyone else has similar ocs/wants to make something similar (proud supporter of oc x canon ships, I'm all ears about them all of the time)

Thanks for reading! Asks and dms are open as always, love ya!

[jjbabies]

How are the part 5 babies? I hope Giorno and Abbacchio are getting along well ;;

They’re doing just fine together! Abbacchio is in our older group with Bruno, so he doesn’t see Giorno much outside of recess. Of course, he did have a pushing problem…Poor little Giorno was finally learning to sit up when he got shoved backwards. We had to put Abbacchio in time out for that.

Outside of that little incident, the group gets along well. Trish likes to make the boys play with her, but she has a bad habit of hair grabbing. Her tiny fists are impossibly strong!

Our younger half enjoy nap time together by the bookshelf while our older half practice walking on their own! In fact, Risotto’s friend group have a similar split, but most are in the older groups. Pesci is the only one young enough to be in Giorno’s class.

[icerisotto]

Hi do you think you could write about la squadra and a new teammate who’s quiet and reserved majority of the time but one day they catch them laughing their asses off at one of formaggios really bad stupid jokes?

‹ honestly, i've imagined two scenarios this request: la squadra under diavolo's reign and la squadra under giorno's reign.

‹ it may look inaccurate regarding the gw timeline, but i'm using my headcanon timeline (which can be seen here) in which sorbet and gelato actually died in mid-2000.

‹ with that being said, double scenario!

⌦ warnings: gender-neutral character, mentions of death, mentions of depression, referenced violence, non-canon information, canon events.

➢ scenario one (diavolo).

☆ sorbet and gelato's death impacted the group in every single way it could. it blew their confidence, ruined their already-strained relationship with the boss, and brought shame to their name.

★ as a way to make sure they weren't trying to plot against him again, diavolo assigned a newbie to the team to halt any attempt of betrayal weeks later. a young, reserved and quiet person, enough to unnerve any traitor.

☆ it worked, as la squadra felt too uncomfortable around the newbie to make any other move. some of them even theorized that the newbie was sent to supervise them. naturally, their discomfort turned into hatred very quickly.

★ prosciutto deliberately hated the newbie because of their mysterious personality, even though he tried to keep his cool to preserve his image as the second-in-command. he'd never talk to them aside from missions, and would constantly use training or punishments to take his anger and frustrations on the newcomer.

☆ ghiaccio also openly hated the newbie and believed them to be a spy of the boss. he wasn't afraid of beating the shit out of the newbie if they ever cross his path or boundaries (something extremely easy to do, considering his mood swings). as a fellow, ghiaccio hardly acknowledged the presence of the stranger.

★ pesci is a gentle guy but loyal to his brother. when he realized prosciutto despised the newbie, he automatically avoided being seen talking to them. it didn't mean he was rude or cold like the others: he was willing to welcome the newbie instead of distrusting them over something they had no say in, giving them knitted gifts and food behind the others' backs.

☆ illuso knew how it felt to be hated by his teammates, especially because of his rough start in la squadra. he still decided to ignore the newbie's presence, much like ghiaccio but without the violence part. he simply distrusted them and refused to be friends with them, sometimes walking out of the room or into the mirror world whenever the newbie showed up.

★ risotto welcomed the newbie normally but lacked warmth due to his friends' deaths. he couldn't embrace the newbie as a true part of the team and only stepped up for them in extreme cases. in general, the capo kept his distance from the newbie and barely talked to them outside their working hours.

☆ formaggio was the closest friend of sorbet and gelato, almost a third party of their couple. he was miserable once the lovers died to the point he almost died of depression. a newbie wasn't what he wanted, not in the slightest. at first, he was hesitant and even resented the newcomer, but he soon overcame his grief and returned to his normal self. he's the only one to treat the newbie like a friend.

★ melone was neutral. while he also was very close to sorbet and gelato, he knew it'd be stupid to lash out at someone who was a mere pawn of diavolo's wicked plans. he was skilled enough to detect any malice in someone, so his suspicions died down after a few months. of course, he still kept his distance just for the sake of his friends' feelings.

☆ la squadra started changing their minds after a year went by without any incident. the newbie proved to be a strong-minded person, not giving up or cracking even though they went through many incidents and violent outbursts caused by the team.

★ some of them regretted their behaviors, some didn't. however, they all agreed the newbie wasn't trying to betray the team nor represented any risks, thus being worthy of their trust and decent treatment.

☆ the newbie was always accompanied by formaggio ever since their arrival as he was the only welcoming member of the team. they were extreme opposites: while the newbie barely talked, formaggio kept the mood bright.

★ during a celebration among passione members, everyone gathered at the bar as formaggio told them one of his silly, overused jokes. at that point, 2/3 of the team was drunk.

☆ formaggio's joke was interrupted by a cackle. everyone was surprised to hear the newbie's laughter for the first time, as they always looked neutral 24/7. some of them could recall hearing a similar sound at midnight when walking down the hallways, but who could think the newbie was responsible for that?

★ formaggio bragged about making the newbie show their soft side, happy to be the one to achieve this. pesci and melone laughed, illuso sneered, while prosciutto and ghiaccio were visibly surprised (although they pretended to not care). risotto remained stoic with a hint of a smile, secretly enjoying seeing his friends bonding.

☆ it still took them a lot of time to accept the newbie completely, but they were embraced after a long period. even though la squadra still felt hesitant around the newcomer, the display of humanity eased their minds. finally, they were ready to move on and let go of their grudges.

➢ scenario two (giorno).

☆ la squadra was livid once diavolo died. having a teenager controlling the mafia was concerning at first, but giorno's management deeply pleased them. they got raises and territories, all they ever asked for.

★ however, after cutting their main income (drugs), passione struggled to keep their balance. as a new alternative, giorno split the drug division and sent their members to other teams. that's how la squadra gets a newbie after so long.

☆ at first, prosciutto didn't appreciate the new member. he was stressed enough with five idiots under his belt, so another one was hell. however, he felt less grumpy once he came to realize the newbie was reserved and silent, something he appreciated. generally, he made small talk always related to work.

★ ghiaccio hated the idea since the beginning and vocalized his dissatisfaction very often. again, he'd throw hands if he ever felt disrespected or cornered. he still kept his distance once he realized the newbie was nothing like the others. they looked annoying in his eyes.

☆ pesci felt excited by the arrival of a new friend, that is until they met. serious people scared him, so he started avoiding the newbie much like he did with risotto, illuso, and ghiaccio in the past. prosciutto and risotto's serious face was enough for him, he didn't need anyone else scaring him (even if not on purpose). it took him a while to get used to their personality.

★ illuso didn't care much. he felt a little pissed about the disruption of their team dynamic at first but quickly overcame it once the newbie proved to be a decent asset instead of a crybaby or loser. in general, he didn't initiate any dialogue and felt relieved the newbie was reserved.

☆ risotto was secretly happy about the newbie's personality. from the hardheaded (illuso and prosciutto) to the silly (formaggio), weird (melone), coward (pesci), and violent (ghiaccio) members, every entry on the team was probation to the capo. he almost knelt and thanked god once he met the newbie, appreciating their reserved behavior. in general, the capo treated them like he'd treat the others.

★ once formaggio met the newbie, his new goal was to make them crack. he wanted to be friends with them and share nice moments. it became a full goal of his, and he'd spend 100% of his time chasing the newcomer everywhere they went while trying to squeeze a single smile out of them.

☆ melone, much like formaggio, became intrigued with the newbie's cold facade. he and personal space were enemies. he wanted to decode every inch of the newcomer's personality, often asking them personal questions to no avail. he cherished every nugget of information he got.

★ by the second or third month, everyone got used to the newbie's presence. some of them still felt hesitant around them but had some respect. pesci, melone and formaggio were the ones who actively befriended the newbie, even though they were stiff and quiet.

☆ somehow, the newbie accepted an invitation to play poker with la squadra after formaggio begged on his knees for them to join the game. even prosciutto got forced to participate by risotto.

★ a few empty bottles later, the game got serious and the bets started. melone had lost a bet and had to remove his shirt, revealing a so-then-hidden tattoo. it looked botched and silly. as formaggio made a nasty joke about it, the newbie snorted.

☆ all eyes were on them, as everyone felt genuinely surprised to see the newbie laughing so hard over such a silly joke. it was the first time they ever saw their teeth. tears of joy slid down their face, mostly because of how intoxicated they were.

★ even though they agreed not to make the newbie feel ashamed about that incident nor comment on it later, la squadra felt more comfortable about befriending them after realizing they only needed a little hand to be likable.

[ask-sorlato]

Hello People!!

Been thinking about starting one of these for awhile and I finally found the courage so I'm starting an ask blog/fresh blog all together! Been wanting to for ages and I've also been inspired from my other favourite jjba ask blogs out here so I decided to join!

Anyways, without further ado, here are some rules and possible notes about this blog

As there isn't much canon of Sorbet and Gelato in the show like at all, this will be primarily headcanon based (I'll list some at the bottom)

I will accept some nsfw/spicy given that they are not too extreme (they are gay Italians, some spiciness is to be expected after all)

If I don't answer an ask straight away or at all, it's because I'm either busy with college stuff, burnt out, or the less likely option is that I may be uncomfortable with the ask (rule above this one)

No hate, otherwise Sorbet will set Gelato on you

Be nice pleaseee

Extra note before the Headcanons is that this will be set post-events of golden wind in an au where the La Squadra live and so do Sorbet and Gelato (I will further elaborate in the Headcanons)

And here are my Headcanons for them!

Sorbet is 33 and Gelato is 32

Sorbet can cook and Gelato is banished from the kitchen unless under TIGHT supervision

Gelato used to be in the army

Sorbet is really good with guns

Gelato is really good with knives

They are married (ofc)

Instead of dying, they managed to escape Cioccolata and Secco after having been captured on a complete whim, though not completely unscathed (they were both traumatised+left with a few scars)

Gelato is an unhinged, feral little-

Sorbet is the rational half of their dynamic

After Don Giorno defeated the boss and took over, they settled down (still kept in contact with La Squadra though, they are familia after all)

Speaking of which, they treat them all like their children with a few exceptions (I.e. Risotto, Prosciutto)

Sorbet is 6'0" and Gelato is 5'8"

These Headcanons will be updated with time. Anyways, hope you all enjoy! (:

(mod- @bustingitdownautismstyle)

[aliensandanxiety]

oooo but what if la squadra were the mermen

maybe they could be caecilia-type merfolk so they'd be La SQUID-ra lol (and would fit Risotto since risotto nero is squid ink)

I mean this is also a tempting idea haha!

At the minute the characters I defo want as mermen are Caesar, Mikitaka, Kakyoin, Jonathan and the Pillar Men 🤔

Oh and Foo is a no brainer 😂

Bruno was tempting as a merman that just kind of hangs out and gives guidance to his crew. Mermaid dad.

[ask-la-squadra]

hey la squadra members rank yourself on a list from least to most gay (gelato and sorbet excluded because they’d stomp everyone)

after much discussion we have come to a conclusion, were all queer in some way but i think this does it from least to most

Illuso

Formaggio

Pesci

Risotto

Melone

Prosciutto

Ghiaccio

-Risotto Nero

[ask-squadra]

Can I put my balls in your jaws?

hey can i borrow ur balls i promise I'll give them back in one piece i promise i only need them temporarily. no i promise it isn't for babyface i promise don't even worry about it don't even worry about it -mel

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

BUONGIORNO/BUONA SERA.

Ho una richiesta ma questa è serie (non come tu sai quale HAAHAHAH)

Chi tra la squadra preferisce il cioccolato al latte, cioccolato fondente, cioccolato bianco, cioccolato extrafondente etc?

Amoooo, nel mentre che faccio pulizia nell'askbox ti rispondo 💜💜👀👀

( tvb and to all you lovelies i now accept anonymous asks )

La Squadra's fave chocolate type 🍫🍫

Risotto ✂️: extra dark chocolate, and as our beloved capo would say " Amaro come la vita " ( as bitter as life )

Prosciutto 🍖 : cioccolato di modica; as a proud sicilian he can't but be fond of the traditional chocolate they make in Modica! A decadent delicacy...just like him~

Formaggio 🧀: milk chocolate; this man has the taste buds of a child when it comes to sweets, so give him some ovetti kinder and he is happy lol 🤣

Illuso 🔎: cioccolato gianduia; not really into chocolate but if it's balanced with the toasty aroma of hazelnuts. His palate is as picky as him, and will bully you for your own preferences ( sto str*nzo )

Melone 🍈: chilli chocolate; more than the taste he likes the sensation it leaves on it's tongue ( lil weirdo) and of course he uses this type of chocolate to seduce his next target, watch out ladies cause purple boy here likes it spicy~

Ghiaccio 🧊: doesn't like chocolate; sorry but our favourite vicentino is very picky and selective so chocolate doesn't even have a spot in his top 20 foods 😅 he will give it to you if he happen to have some, just cause then you'll have to return the favor

Pesci 🐟: white chocolate; pesci could literally eat sugar straight out of the jar and still say is too bitter 😅 but because of this he is the only one that enjoy the marvelous, delicious, amazing white chocolate like the literate fella he is 😌

( whoever says the contrary, LIARS )

[ask-prosci]

Aw at least the ending with you getting cared for was very sweet. Here , a treat for the story > 🥧

GRAZZIIEEEE

link to da story mentioned here :>

[ask-ghiaccio]

Ghiaccio ask blog!

❄️⛸🧊

I don’t do this often, can you tell-

I heard reblogs are better for the algorithm from another ask blog apparently? So they’re more appreciated ig

If you wanna refer to Mod, use "Yu"

—❅

I’ll try to respond with art if I can

Please at least respect my headcanons for characters

Blog inspired from multiple blogs such as; @bucciarati-answers, @inquirepannacottafugo, @ask-illuso, and @ask-sidisi, ☻

I’d consider this an "everybody lives au" so aware of allat

Yes roleplay

Don’t spam the same exact thing over (accidentally is ok)

No transphobia, homophobia, sexism, or racism and similar categories (related or as a joke is fine)

No venting plz it makes me uncomfortable more than the rest there’s lines you can text if you want to talk

Mod is fine with ship talk, but has main ships, probably won’t mention them unless asked

Stuff like swearing (occasionally censored), violence, alcoholism, drugs, sexual topics may be on here because it’s in canon

Send whatever, I’ll respond and delete if it’s uncomfy :p

thanks for reading this?

[twiixr4kidz]

i have a criminal amount of la squadra headcanons in my drafts rn................................................. you guys have no idea what's coming.

[bucciarati-answers]

Did La Squadra survive?

"Well... yes. La Squadra survived. And, sometimes, my team has to work with them...

Last time, I had to work with this weird Melone guy. At first we were getting along, but then, he told me there was a little rumour around Passione that I could be a woman. And he also asked if I ever thought about getting pregnant or being a mother."

"It was WEIRD. The worst part was when he asked if 'I would ever be interested in carrying his kids for educational purpose'. That got me so angry and confused I zipped his mouth for the whole mission."