#beloved mutuals 🥺

[mrsgiovanna]

Nicki: Would you step on a microorganism Giorno for 1.000 euro/dollars/whatever?

Bria: Never. I'd protect him with my own life

Narancia: I'd teach them dem moves

Bruno: It's kinda tiny...

Leone: If I do that twice will I get the double?

Mista: he is absorbing my soul.

Niccolo: *yeet

[Just a silly idea I had]

*gently holds the Giorno *

@donvilaro do not yeet the GioGio😡

[tolerateit]

"fortunately following the right people" okay bestie who are these right people because my dash is so dead 😫

will keep adding to this as i remember the right urls! @wineonmytshirt @thegreatimpersonator @iamnotawomanimagod @antoniosvivaldi @disenchanteds @daenerys-targaryen @jennifersbod @cruellesummer @cellphonehippie @singlethread @sadgirlautumn @littleoblivions @iftye @cosmiclove-heavenstruck @h-f-k @kingofmyborrowedheart @blushingallthewayhome @anditscoolbabywithme @andtosaturn @placeinthisworld @thatwasthenightthingschanged @theone @lookwhatyoumademedo @sheslostupstate @seeinhindsight @joanna-lannister @lorenlily @lesbiansayaishii @amygardner @itolduthings @redesignfrankenstein @towersofpaperbacks @domperignonubroughtit @lonelyisthe @jeanmoreaux @itstimetogo @loveaffairmaimyou @skywalker-swift @reputatiion @hozierswift @thenighttrain

[mrsgiovanna]

🤣

Lmao, Cole whyy🤣🤣🤣

This is how I feel when my phone says no face detected though🥲

[c28hunter]

Holy Trinity? Holy Trinity!

I was an atheist untill I saw the Holy Trinity in my phone 🛐🛐🛐

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

every time i see fanart of lumity cuddling on my feed, it makes the bad thoughts perish. you are literally doing the titans' work. im giving yall respectable handshakes and my gratitude <3.

[tarabyte3]

I just wanted to send you some love, and let you know I miss you and I hope that the busyness calms down for you soon!

Thank you, my friend!!! You're so sweet 🥺💕

I miss you, too!! 😭 Fingers crossed it does soon so I can be social again and bask in my blorbos once more. 🙏

[mrsgiovanna]

This is the cutest thing ever I'm about to cry pls I love this so so so much

Poppy you're a blessing bb

[This is for @mrsgiovanna event. Bria, I hope you like it]

[Tag: Giorno x Bria (the year is 2003)]

[Prompt:]

"Are you... Wearing my shirt?"

Bria looked to the side for a moment and said "Yeah...?"

"It looks like a dress on you" he smirked, crossing his arms and gazing at the petite girl. Since his 16 years old, Giorno has been getting slowly closer (physically) to the other Joestar men of the family. Sometimes, when they went to sleep together, Bria wore his shirts.

"And so?"

"Nothing. It just looks so adorable on you." He spoke softly when he went toward her direction

"You know what else is adorable?"

"Oro?"

"Him too." She said as she put her hands around his waist, looking up at him. Being shorty has it's perks "I actually meant those cat ears of yours~"

"Cat ears?" The raven haired girl stood in the point of her feet to gently touch his hair that has a part that resembles like a cat "Oh... Come here, then!" He picked her up, making the young lady yelp for a second until she started bursting out laugh.

Soon, both were on the majestic bed, laughing and Giorno was already attacking Bria's neck with kisses "Giogio, it tickles!"

When Bria met Giorno in his life, she didn't expected to have such a huge importance in the golden boy's life. And both can agree that love is something unexpected. It is slowly built, even though when you see that person for the very first time your heart races, your pupils dilate, cheeks blushing. For Giorno and Bria, it was the best feeling in the world finding someone who was not only their romantic partner but best friends.

Sometimes, they wonder if they had never met in live. What a strange scenario would be for everyone.

"GIOGIO, STOP! AHAHA! I surrender!"

"Ah, yes. The almighty boss caught you~" only she was allowed to see that more playful side of his more often.

"Come on, I am the true boss around here~"

"The boss of mafia? Hmm, kinda far. But boss of my heart? Definetly"

"Come here~" cupping gently his face with her soft hands, pulled him closer to a tender kiss. Her lips tasted like cherry lip balm. But for the leaf green eyed boy, it was only heaven.

"Oi, don?" A voice has broke their mood, turning their heads to the door direction. Mista. All he saw was Giorno on top of Bria and that made the older one smirk "Giorno, you sly horny dog"

"Look who is talking" both answered at the same time.

"I have pedigree" said as he pretended to flip his fake long hair (he was wearing the classic hoodie. Mista's hair is hidden).

"Sure. And no shame on your face on appearing like that" Bria replied

"I'd give these relatory for the two of you but since Bria was such a meanie..."

"Give me that" Giorno got off Bria and grabed Mista's paper, taking a quick analysis, in their bed "Oh. One more job successful. Great job for the squad who did it though."

The gunslinger nodded "By the way, there will be a formal ball requiring your presence, Giorno. Yours as well, Bria. It will be next week."

"Do you know who invited us?" She asked.

"It's in Siccily. The answer is quite obvious."

Giorno sighed, leading his fingers to his forehead "What have I done to recieve that guy in my life...?"

"Don't worry, amore mio. I guess he just wants to deal with you about something important."

"I do hope so, princess... You're dismissed, Mista, thank you."

"And Bria, that tone of pink doesn't look good of you. It looks way bette on me"

"Mista, you have FOUR seconds to run before I throw this pillow on you." She picked up a small pillow just to tease him.

"Why do you have to be like this?" That's all he has said before he left swearing at his unlucky number.

"We will go, Bri. But I don't trust that guy so close to you."

"Aaawn, Gio! I'm all yours and you know that!"

"I know, dolcezza. But what if he tries something you don't want? That's what I fear?"

"If he had tried something with, do you think I'd let it quiet?" She comforted him by gently interwining her fingers through the golden hair "It's alright."

"If you say so..." he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

[mrsgiovanna]

So... 25 pancakes. I bring the syrup😏

(Please don't block me. That sounded smart in my head)

Lmfao Cole I'm dying 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 you're too cute 🥹🥺😘

[mrsgiovanna]

That's a good question GE, also no swearing in front of the bb devil giogio

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Devil Giorno: *stubs toe on bookshelf* *swears like a sailor*

Angel Giorno: Mind your language!

Devil Giorno: Well, what else am I supposed to say? "Oh, woe is I? I hath injured my toe against this wooden shelf and it radiates generous pain to my person?"

Angel Giorno:

Devil Giorno: Listen, you just have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Angel Giorno: Living with you in this brain is a nightmare sometimes...

GE: Muda Muda Muda? [Translation: Wait, how did you stub your toe in here?]

@mrsgiovanna

[stormbreaker-290]

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

woke up to a total of four mutuals sending me the new sugu chibi art …… life is good

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

what if i say something so so incriminating (/hyperbole)

[mrsgiovanna]

*shaking and screaming and screeching like the harpy I am* pls give me some of your skill, kthanx

Seriously loved this smmmmm. The nara ref made me sob 😭✨️🤲🏼😍 impeccable as always, tysmmmmm for writing this

The Oath (Yandere! Giorno x reader)

So I originally wasn’t planning on writing this but spur of the moment idea, for @mrsgiovanna Giorno Month, and I just wanted to add one final contribution!

Prompt: “You’ll learn to love me”

TW: toxic relationship/behavior, mentions of stalking and manipulation

He was watching you, like always.

You were walking through his garden. Or rather your garden, as he had told you, as whatever belonged to him, belonged to you.

He watches intensely. He loved seeing you around the flowers, and loved it even more when you had gone the extra step taking care of the flowers. Even though you didn’t realize how they last all year long, even in the winter, and didn’t understand the nature of their existence, it warmed his heart. Your dress swaying ever slightly in the breeze, as if the whole scene did it’s best to beautify you. Not that you needed it in Giorno’s mind.

He smiled as you walked along the path, slowly taking in the sights and smells of all the beautiful flowers that surrounded you on both sides. He was glad to see you out. After you arrived, (or kidnapped, as you often called it, much to Giorno’s disappointment), you weren’t doing so good. Spending most if not all days in your room barely eating, drinking, or doing anything. He did everything he could to get you back to yourself. Gentle coaxing, sweet words, strong promises, anything he could think of. You hated to admit it, but it mostly worked. You’d spend hours thinking of your friends and family. Giorno knew it too. He’d always tell you “wouldn’t they want you to live? To be alive, and well taken care of?”

It was hard to argue with that. Not to mention you didn’t exactly have the energy to fight back. So you caved in. You’d let him hold you, let him kiss you, buy you things. Whatever his delusional idea of love was. Some days were definitely hard. The need to leave. Not just this place, but your body, your mind. It didn’t take long to learn your mind was as dangerous as the gilded cage you were stuck in. Getting out of bed, and doing something was substantially better than living in the mind numbing roar that deafens your head and strangles you in its grasp.

The wind blows softly, tickling your face and arms slightly. The scent of the flowers are blown to you as well. The scent is almost…too perfect. You make your way over to a batch of roses, the fragrance so strong it almost suffocates you. Another irregularity: no thorns. You remember the bewilderment you had felt first seeing the odd flowers. It wasn’t until Giorno had explained everything that it all made sense: the flowers were for you. The smell is as amplified as possible, no thorns to prevent picking your fingers. The whole idea had made you uneasy. They looked so perfect, so beautiful, any gardener's dream. And yet, it wasn’t read. It was fake. You couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how Giorno’s feelings were. Perfect and sweet on the surface, but ultimately a ruse. A clever trick crafted from an expert mummer, poised in the act of deception. You shook your head, not wanting to fill it with melancholy thoughts to further sour the garden visit.

You make your way to the end of the path, seating yourself on a stone bench underneath a weeping cherry blossom tree. You close your eyes, trying to find some form of relaxation in this prison. You feel the breeze softly moving the hanging flowers of the tree, tickling your upper arms and face. You tried to think happy thoughts. The flowers. Their smell wafting all around you. The sound of their swaying in the breeze. Or better yet, you tried having no thoughts at all. You’d learned to despise your brain and being in it for such long, silent, periods of time since living with Giorno. You take a deep breath, hoping to expel the already rising negative thoughts. You’d almost forgotten about your book you’d brought to read, sitting neatly beside you on the bench. You pick up the book, hoping to escape and find whatever happiness you could in this beautiful misery.

He saw that you were reading again. Finally, he thought, unable to stop the smirk forming on his face. He’d bought you all those books, since he knew of your deep love of reading from spending days watching you in detail. He was glad to see you finally using the countless gifts he’d showered you with since bringing you home. He loved watching you. Whether it was simply mundane tasks or a deep passion you had, he’d always wanted to keep as close of an eye as possible. Despite it, he knew it was creepy and invasive. But now that you were with him, he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe and protected, even if it meant having himself or someone watching your every mood.

Truth be told, he was happy to see you outside. He noticed you were having a string of bad days, preferring to stay in your room all day, barely touching the food that was sent. The dark circles would be viable on your face, your eyes holding a weary frightened glaze to them. You did your best to put up walls around you, guarding your brain, and more importantly your heart from him. But Giorno knew you. He knew everything down to a T. He remembers his words to you upon your arrival: “You’ll learn to love me.” Not only a warning, but a promise. While not to the point he’d wish, you had grown more used to your home, and especially grown used to him and being with him. Sure, it was no easy task, but enough gifts, sweet, coaxing words, and subtle, pointed reminders of his power and your family you had become more docile. You had your…outburst every now and then but it was expected. Moving one into a whole new home and in a new relationship is no easy task, but Giorno committed himself to you. And yet, he himself struggled as well. One aspect of maintaining the seamless transition to your new home was restraint. He wanted nothing more than to express his love in every way possible, loving words, soft kisses, giving himself wholly to you. But, deep down, he knew it’d confuse you, even scare you as well having to deal with the new environment and all his love and attention. Only in the dead of night when slumber claimed you did he allow his words to push past his lips.

“You’re going to stay here now. No one will ever hurt you again. I promise. And I promise to make this your home and love you with all I am and more. I swear it.”

He remembers another time, a time he’d said words very similar to what he’d said bto you. To a friend (2 years older!) before he’d rested him in white flowers forever. Never again. He wouldn’t do it again. Not for you. He’d do everything in his power to ensure you were safe and in your own little slice of Heaven. He’d love you with everything he was, and keep you here. He’d kissed your hands, and your forehead while you slept, none the wiser of the solemn oath that had been sworn over your slumber.

[amethystsoda]

Thank you…. 💞💞

@leefi @the-ethereal-god @persephones-deadgirlwalking @thenarrativefoil @lightcycler @elinaviolets

[nighttimepatrons]

I AM PLAYING PALIA AS FINGON BUT MY DARM SWITCH WON'T SEND ME MY SCREESHOTS!

It is so cute, here is a picture I had to take with my phone

Look at him! He has loafers on!

[anouchan-jpg]

We need more pictures of the apsara-style hair girl! I hope you have been well! ❤️

GIRL HOW DO YOU MAKE ME BLUSH LIKE THAT EVERY TIME😭or maybe its the periods but oh god. Im good! life is shifting im shifting my insides are changing simultaneously.

Aaap kaisi hain mohtarma🥺🌸