#daily Bucciarati

[bal0neysandwich]

based on this magnificent image i got from someone on twitter

new crumbs from unused eoh voicelines…

[eggroll-sama]

Beauty and the Beast x JOJO AU

Imagine Fugio, but Beauty and the Beast. Fugo was cursed by the Enchantress for his awful temper and selfish attitude, and all his servants- Bucciarati, Narancia, Abbacchio, and Mista- turn into objects around the castle. His curse will only lift when he falls in love. Full of self-loathing and anger, the Beast locks himself up in the castle for years.

And then there’s Giorno. Giorno is peculiar to all the townspeople, his nose stuck in a biology book and not really fitting in with the rest because of his race, looks, and love for science. Giorno lives with his old and only father, Johnathan, an Archeologist trying to make a name for himself. The townspeople believe that both of them are crazy loons, but the father and son ignore it, finding solace in each other and talking about their daily discoveries. Of the townspeople there is only one who is interested with Giorno, Diavolo (serving as the Gaston of this AU), but unlike the original Gaston, he is interested in Giorno for his talents in agriculture. The Joestars have the most beautiful, productive farm in town, and many farmers are jealous of it. As the leader of the town, Diavolo wants to buy out the Joestars, hire Giorno and offers him large sums of money to work for him. Diavolo sees that Giorno’s talents are wasted staying with his father. However, Giorno despises Diavolo and sees that he’s a selfish man. He treats his workers poorly and gives them below minimum wage. He refuses to work for him. There is also his father, Johnathan, that is getting old. He wants to take care of him.

One day, his father Johnathan leaves out of town and doesn’t come back. Giorno goes to find him, locked up in a castle’s dungeon. This is where he meets a terrifying creature in the shadows, glowing yellow eyes, salivating, tall, and cloaked. Giorno tries to stay level-headed even though he’s scared, and makes a deal with the Beast that he’ll take his father’s place as a prisoner. He sacrifices his dream of exploring the world to save the one thing more important than his dream: Johnathan. Fugo is moved by Giorno’s selfless heart, and also sees the potential in using Giorno to break the curse before his 21st birthday. He agrees to let Johnathan go in exchange for Giorno…

[couldtransitionsaveher]

BRUNO BUCCIARATI from JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

JUSTIFICATION:

"The kindness this character displayed had a very transfeminine feel to it. Also the swag" - Anonymous

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[cockneydio]

What do you think is the meaning of Sticky Fingers's zippers in relation to Bruno himself?

So, we know Araki is inconsistent on stands having meaning vs. being just a spooky dude with weird powers, but I firmly believe Sticky Fingers is designed top to bottom to represent Bruno Bucciarati's inner turmoil and deeply held desires.

Sticky Fingers design is reminiscent of a Roman Legionnaire and a gladiator -- both roles that deal unspeakable violence, one designed to uphold a regime that brutally dominated its enemies, the other a victim of that regime. As a low-level enforcer for a criminal organization, Bruno is a soldier. He follows orders and metes out whatever kind of punishment for disorder his seniors deem necessary. But he is also trapped in that role, a prisoner and a puppet. Sticky Fingers' helmet covers its eyes, calling to mind the ideas of blind justice (remember the justice system failed everyone in Bucci's team before Giorno) and seeing no evil (Bruno quite literally has to look the other way at the drug trade his organization perpetuates). These design elements are purposeful, I believe, and elevate the storytelling immensely.

The zippers have a similar dual meaning. In daily life, zippers are usually used to join, to make whole or to close up. The disparate pieces of Bruno's life cannot be joined, though. His family is broken, as is the society he inhabits, and no volume of sticky zippers could bind them back together. So instead, he uses them to tear things apart... leaving a dimensionless void wherever they're placed. Kind of like Bruno's soul, if you ask me.

[kotawats0n]

Daily ink sketch: Bruno Bucciarati

[danddymaro]

A sweetheart | Leone Abbacchio x reader

idek. 

Based on the most mundane parts of The golden wind boy’s daily activates. 

No angst

Word Count: 2742

A sweetheart

The day has gone by normally, which didn’t bother you too much. 

Most of the gang was all gathered at Libeccio, the reserved table you sat in attended to with the utmost dedication as a form of gratitude offered by the owner, moreso to Bucciarati himself than anyone else.

Everyone is there, all aside from your leader who had informed you he had to take care of a matter before you left for your upcoming assignment. 

So you had time to sit down and enjoy the moment with your friends.

Narancia and Fugo are huddled close, going over a new handwritten assignment the blonde had taken the time to create.

 Mista sits to one of your sides. 

He occasionally listens, a bored look to his face as he calmly eats his favorite dish, though finding it lacking since it’s the same thing he orders every time he goes.

Abbacchio sits to your other side, his cheek pressed against his knuckles as he enjoys the personal concerto his headphones provide. 

- Nothing interesting happens until a pencil snaps.

It’s all tranquil until Fugo erupts, his voice obnoxiously loud as he glares down at Narancia who challenges him back, making you grimace. 

You can feel a cold sweat of embarrassment coat you, and you just hope no one has to come back and remind you that this is a respected establishment and not some dingy back ally.

The two men on your either side each have their own reactions. 

Reluctantly, Leone pulls the left side of his headphones back, listening while Mista seems just a bit more enthusiastic. 

After all, he’s getting dinner and a show, and he seems grateful for the entertainment.

“Dibs on Fugo,” Guido says quickly, nearly stumbling over his words, making Leone grumble, “ I guess I’ll take Narancia,” He says, having no other option.

“What are you betting on this time,” you tiredly ask, your expression lightly soured. 

Mista keeps his eyes on the two across while he speaks, “ We’re betting on who’s gonna lose their cool first and swing,” he says. 

“You’re kidding right?” you ask with wonder. “ Once Fugo snaps, he’s defiantly striking first,” you say, looking at Abbacchio. 

“- And you think Narancia is the one to go with?” you say with a raised brow, making Leone huff. 

“Only other option was taken,” he says annoyed. 

Meanwhile, the other two continue to bicker.  

Fugo stands first, looking down at Narancia with a violent gaze that unexpectantly melts. 

As quickly as it heated, it suddenly turned cold, just as his voice, 

“I don’t even know why I bother with you,” he then said, surprising everyone with how collected he seems. 

“-You Idiot,” he huffs “You’re a lost cause-” and Narancia has nothing to say. 

Instead, he stays quiet, looking up at Fugo with wide eyes that soon dash away, which is yet another surprise to all of you.

“Whatever...” he says back, not knowing anything else better to say.

The blonde then shakes his head, stalking away and leaving the room filled with a thick tension that felt suffocating.

“That was new....” Mista said while releasing a low whistle, scratching his cheek.

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"What a fucking idiot," Leone grumbled, the insult making Narancia's shoulders sink, the snapped pencil in his hand held tightly after he took hold of it again, and as you suspected he was left sensitive over the argument.

It takes a lot to quiet him down, that’s for sure, and when he did it was serious.

"Abbacchio," you started, disappointment in your tone as you eyed him. 

You were ready to stand and go to Narancia to comfort him when Leone stood from his seat instead, his hands in his pockets as he released a low, tired sigh that made it seem like it took everything out of him to rise.

As he came to Narancia's side he spoke, " Not him, I mean Fugo." he clarified, surprising both Narancia and you. 

"Of course, he knows what he's doing," There was no question about it. 

"He's a genius...so The way he's explaining it to you makes sense to him, but not you right?" The long-haired male asked as he loomed over Narancia.

At that, Narancia nodded, "yeah..I swear Abbacchio, I'm really trying this time," he says while craning his head back to look at the other male.

 Granted he messed around, but not then.

He’d managed to learn his multiplication tables, and had advanced quite a bit, moving on to a bit of the harder parts where new formulas were involved.

"But I don't think Fugo believes that," he added, dejected.

"Well, That's what happens when you fuck around so much," Leone responded his words tarty, understanding how the other man could get so frustrated.

"Still..." he then added because he didn’t entirely with the way fugo chose to express it.

"Make sure to take notes this time, And if you're lost ask because I'm only giving you this one chance," he warned as he started, his finger skimming over the first question. 

His voice was firm, clear, yet somehow... soft as he verbalized a walkthrough of the steps needed.

You listened as Abbacchio went through the material with Narancia, and if you were being honest, there was something endearing about it.  

- maybe even sexy.

'he's a good tutor...' you mused, your eyes drawn to him, the entire time forgetting about your food.

You were stuck in a trance, one that broke once you heard Narancia's elated voice break through the tranquil atmosphere. 

"No way!" he said as he looked down at his answer, his eye shining as he saw Abbacchio's pleased smile. 

"it makes sense!" he cheered.

"You did good," Leone then praised before he decided to move back, "If you get lost just look back at your notes," he recommended as he traveled back to his former seat beside you.

He brushes shoulders with Mista as the dark haired male stands before the dessert cart, eyeing it with a pout as he considers what would be a good dessert.

- He’d lost interest the second he heard math.

Throughout the move, you couldn't help but stare, perhaps too intensely.

‘Big meanie did something nice...’ you inwardly mused with a tiny, suppressed giggle.

"And just What are you laughing at?" Abbacchio grumbles while he takes his seat again, his stare narrowed as he challenges your gaze. 

It doesn't scare you in any way as the hint of bitterness is so obviously a mask to hide how flustered he is.

"Me?" you huff, trying not to smile any harder, especially as out of the corner of your eye you see Narancia continue to look down at the sheet before him, scribbling down his new answers.  

A triumphant look is worn in place of his usual, pensive one that more often than not morphs into exasperation.

At the sight, warmth fills your chest and it’s a wonderful feeling.

"-Nothing," you finally say while  the spongy sweet before you is delicately picked at with consideration to what will be your first bite. 

"nothing at all," you add as you finally find the right start, slowly dipping your fork into your little dessert. 

"I just thought it was cute..." you casually admitted while continuing to look down at your treat, missing the immediate flourish of color that filled his face. 

Before he can find something to say fugo returns, his expression softened from the previous agitated one he'd sported, "Hey....Narancia," he softly murmured as he walked in. 

He seemed sheepish, moreso regretful and you supposed a 40 minute break would do that to anyone.

"About what I said..." he added, "I'm...sorry," he said while taking a seat next to the older male. 

"I didn't mean it ; you actually have a lot of potential." he complimented, taking back his earlier comment. 

“especially for someone with such a limited amount of education... In fact, I have to admit you've improved in every other subject. " he insisted, and the praise had the dark-haired boy's entire demeanor perk.

“ It says a lot that we’re working on this now,” he further adds. 

"Y-You mean it Fugo?" Narancia asked, his voice touched with excitement that someone as smart as Pannacotta had praised his intellect - something that had never happened before. 

There was a reason why he hadn't been too concerned about dropping out of school in the first place. Amongst many other things, it frustrated him when he didn't understand much, and he had no trouble letting go of that headache.

"Of course I do, That's why I get so annoyed," the blonde spoke, "I know you can do it, and it seems like we’re both falling short of our capabilities,” he expressed. 

“ I'm just sorry it gets the best out of me," he said before looking down at the sheet Narancia had been working on. 

"Anyways, lets ke-" his words fell short as he picked up the practice work, then the notebook on its side where new notes had been added. 

New handwriting decorates the page, and it catches his eye. 

His violet eyes brightened as he skimmed over the pages, and even as they were directed back to his friend, "Narancia, you did this?" he said with an obvious swell of awe as he finds himself going over each new answer.

"I sure did," the teen said with a sure nod, briefly turning back to the eldest male that sat with them, " Abbacchio helped me with it. He broke it down for me just a bit more," he elaborated. 

“He gave me different examples too,”

"You're kidding..." Fugo breathed as he looked at Leone, his face melting into true gratefulness. 

" I didn't know mathematics was a strong suit for you," he said, amazed at the notes that showed a full comprehension. It was one thing to get the answers right, it was another to show such detailed work in more ways than one.

- enough to dumb it down so much.

 Abbacchio softly sighed, "- I was top of my class too..." he revealed.

It's not like he expected anyone to know since he's never mentioned it, but even then he always assumed everyone else would catch on that he wasn't just some  idiot.

 "An overachiever," he added with a bit of embarrassment, not mentioning how much of a dork he really had been.

"And every now and then I had to tutor some idiot after class," he recalled.  

"so...You could've been a teacher, or had gotten some other lame job, " Narancia pointed out, "- like at some boring bank," he snickered,  making Abbacchio chuckle. 

The number of times his mother had tried to talk him into working in finances had, had him weary.

"I could have..." Leone started, "But I wanted to do something else with my life," he admitted while looking down at nothing. 

"I thought I..." he couldn't finish, his lips pursing as he thought about how he'd messed up. 

He shook his head of the incoming thoughts before he leaned back on his seat, "Anyways, don't get used to it," he said while glaring at the two other males, his tone changing in just a second.

"I'm not here to babysit anyone, or hold anyone's hand," he grumbled, his tarty words flying over Fugo and Narancia's heads as they simply grinned, realizing that no matter what he said, at the end of the day, he'd helped out. 

"so you got the hang of it?" Pannacotta then asked Nararancia. 

"Yeah, yeah," he responded, waving him off and continuing with what was left of the worksheet.

Meanwhile, you stand, making your way toward the dessert cart. Instantly, you eye the vibrant red that sits over a coat of creamy frosting.

'perfect,' you think as you reach for it, beating Mista as he finally decides what to get. 

"Hey!" his complaint is ignored as you make your way over to your seat, but not without a stop.

As Abbacchio continues to listen to his music again, he has his eyes closed, drowning in the sound before he feels a tap on his shoulder. To accompany it is a familiar scent of perfume that gently tickles his nose, and instantly perks his chin up. 

A warm body brushes him, and without any other indication, he knows the presence, reacting to it with the most subtle hint of warmth. 

 Upon opening his eyes, he's greeted with the sight of a dessert being served, and as he turns slightly he sees you reaching over him from behind.

As you begin to retreat, he sees your smile and much more the darling twinkle in your eye that has him in awe.

The question in his gaze is too easy to read, and to give him some ease you linger close, your voice both coy and secretive, 

"That's for being a sweetheart," you say as you decide to pull back, walking passed your seat with the intention of leaving.

Perhaps you wouldn't have had the boldness if you weren't sure you were moments from leaving, already having someone waiting for you. 

You had noticed the new arrival just a minute before, letting you know it was time to go.

Bucciaratti stands at the doorway with his arms crossed, leaning against the arch, looking over with amusement as he watches your interaction with the other man. 

And while to everyone else at the table, you seemed to saunter away with all of the confidence of the world, Bruno could see the absolute fluster that consumed you, making him turn away with a little snicker. 

You seem almost dazed as you reach him, and he softly tuts.

 " I see you’re enjoying yourself," he comments, giving you space to walk out first, choosing the gentlemanly route of following behind. 

"Enjoying what," you say while battling a smile, trying to look cool and unaffected. 

"Teasing him so much," the dark-haired male says with a huff, briefly looking back to find Leone being shaken by mista as he takes the man's shoulders in his hands, moving him back and forth with an animated way of speaking. 

- and while Bruno can't really hear what he's saying, he just knows he's praising him. 

It all happens as Fugo and Narancia laugh, pointing at the elder male's face that blooms red.

You just know that the others are messing with him, and A flash of guilt hits you before it morphs into delight. 

"you don't know all of the things he does to me," you say while shaking your head. 

Abbacchio plays with subtle cruelty like he enjoys watching your stomach knot and your mouth dry in response to him. 

- Just recalling makes you feel less guilty.

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,

Leone's face is practically glowing, the smile that stretches over his face unbelievably exaggerated as he continues to come closer. He's so distracted he doesn't notice that Bruno is on the opposite end of the hallway, forced to come to a halt before they bump into each other. 

"Well this is a surprise," Bruno mutters with a raised brow. " you're in a good mood," he teases while taking a step back to admire his friend's jovial mood. 

"If I'd have to guess, I'd say it has something to do with the message I just received," he remarks, going as far as to bring it out of his pocket. 

"Bucciarati, he's such a jerk," he reads your message out loud, briefly bringing his eyes back up to the man who continues to smile. 

"You,  I assume," he said with certainty, and it makes Leone smirk. 

"What can I say," he proceeds to say, the way his entire face is glowing proof that whatever just happened between the two of you had left the man with plenty to think of.

"- She looks so damn cute sometimes..." Abbacchio mutters moreso to himself, as though it's all the justification he needs.

Bruno can’t help but let his shoulders fall with a touch of disappointment. 

It’s not that he didn’t approve of their relationship, but he did find it a tad frustrating that the two chose to keep playing such mindless games with each other rather than just mature and admit their feelings.

"I think I have an idea, " Bruno replied, not feeling so bad for the other man after all,  considering all the times he’s gotten the best out of you. 

“Anyways...” he starts, moving forward and explaining to you your destination.

 You listen attentively, hoping you’ll come back sooner than expected.

[elyuzts-echo]

what about the bucci gang weak spots?! >:3

Team Bucciarati - Each Members' Worst Spots

Hcs under cut :3

Bruno Bucciarati

- Worst spot is most likely his ribs!!

- He is very VERY protective of his reputation, so knowing that he his deathly ticklish on his ribs is like knowing what else is in the ocean! (Something you only know)

- Poor guy can't handle tickles on his ribs, especially his lower ribs.

- 2nd most ticklish spot on Bucciarati is his armpits.. :33

Leone Abbachio

- Very similar to Bucciarati, he does not want anyone knowing he's ticklish!

- But if you somehow know about this goth's sensitivity, you'll know that he is deathly ticklish on his thighs, especially his inner thighs.

- Poke his thighs? A small chuckle. Squeeze his thighs? A loud unmanly squeal!

- 2nd worst spot is def his ears.

- Whenever someone whispers in his ear and it's breathy/airy... He would be trying so hard to not laugh or any reaction.

Giorno Giovanna

- He def acts like he isn't ticklish, but everyone knows you can get a squeal or a giggle out of him!

- Worst spot on Giorno? Stomach. Especially his belly button.

- Raspberries? He would be dead!

- He also cannot handle those "Here comes the Tickle Monster~" teases. HE CANNOT--

- Anyways 2nd spot is his knees..

Guido Mista

- Very much like Giorno, his worst spot is his stomach!!

- Whenever he gets tickled on his stomach, he'll kick, squirm, and sometimes even SCREAM when you get his best spot! (Lower stomach)

- 2nd worst spot on this guy is his hips!

- Sometimes he wonders why the hell he even wears the cropped sweater on a daily basis knowing that it exposes not only one but TWO of his worst spots.

Pannacotta Fugo

- ....Worst spot is his sides.

- I NEED YOU TO REALIZE THE POTENTIAL HE HAS TO BE TICKLED SILLY ON HIS SIDES-- HE COULD BE CHILLING AND YOU SLIP YOUR HANDS UNDER HIS COAT OR JACKET THINGY AND JUST SCRIBBLE AWAY AT HIS SIDES HOLY CRAP IM SO NORMAL ABOUT MY CHILD FUGO

- Anyways, *ahem*, he tries to not engage in tickles, but sometimes... Narancia exists and just makes Fugo rethink his clothing choices.

- 2nd worst spot is his neck,, a more common place for his friends to tickle him. :3

Narancia Ghirga

- This lad is probably the most ticklish in the gang... Poor guy :>

- So out of ALL his spots, his sides and ribs! (Yes theres TWO because guy is too ticklish for shit)

- Is unable to handle feathery tickles/touches. He WILL curl up like a little cat and giggle his ass off.

- 2nd worst spot? His stomach!

- Also cant handle raspberries or any type of nibbles.

(Add on:)

Trish Una

- She's not ticklish... BUT. There is one spot that always makes her crack.

- That beinggg... Her hips.

- For all her life she'd never really been tickled, but it was all until one day Fugo gave her a side hug after some arguement the two had (might make a fic about it soon!) And his hand just gripped her hip slightly and she SQUEALED.

- Soooo, yeah :3

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END BECAUSE IM GONNA GO TO SLEEP AGAIN HELPNME

[nezebel]

♡ jojos + jobros doing black!readers' hair part 2♡

a/n: hello my lovelies! i'm back to make a part 2. honestly loved writing the first part so yk i had to double it 😝 sorry this took like a million years. I had state testing and i do have to prioritize so yk how it is

Part 4

Josuke Higashikata

Since you two do your daily hair care routines together, he has a decent idea of how he can at least detangle and part it. The first part of the braiding process is easy. However when it comes to actual braiding, you can tell he's confused.

"You said you wanted braids like Moesha? I don't know how to do that at all."

"It's easy. Haven't you ever braided something at least once? Like some string or something?"

"Nope! Sorry, babe."

You sigh as you explain how to braid hair to your darling clueless boyfriend.

He finally finishes your Moesha braids, and they look pretty good. However, he wishes you would've asked him to do something simpler. His hands are sore and his nose burns from the smell of shine n jam and shea moisture. At least he did your edges cutely (he made a little heart with them!). 9/10!

Okuyasu Nijimura

You are scared. Terrified, even. The minute he saw the same braids you wore on a girl in some MTV music video on the TV, he knew he wanted to help you out. So you let him! He has no idea what he's doing.

"Oku, do you know what you're doing?"

"It can't be that hard, right? Just cross those two strands of hair and make them look pretty."

"Oku, you're supposed to cross three strands. THREE."

"Oh..."

It's okay though. He eventually gives up and watches you do your hair yourself and learns a lot. When you're finished, he helps you put purple and black beads on the ends of your braids. Overall, 10/10 (for the beads lol).

Part 5

Giorno Giovanna

You two usually do your hair together like Josuke, so it's not too hard for him to figure out. That doesn't mean he doesn't have his fair share of difficulties, though.

"Amore? Yes, I grabbed the extension hair...gel? Hair gel? Let me check." He rummaged through his plastic bag, worrying just a bit.

"Giogio?" You say, slightly worried. He had been looking for quite a bit. "Giorno," you almost warn, an irritated tone in your voice. Finally you hear the sound of a plastic bag being put down.

"I'm sorry, dear. I got the hair gel. No need to worry."

He finishes your hair nicely. While he does cheat a little bit with his stand when taking out a tangle or lazily getting rid of a pile of extension hair that had a mind of its own, he gets it done well. He puts in blonde, of course, to match with him. You even figure out how to do little hair rolls to match his. He puts wooden beads at the end for a nice finish. Overall, 8/10!

Bruno Bucciarati

Very patient. Shockingly patient. You'd assume he'd try to take a little break, but he kept going until he finished the job (very like him). Although he was a little nervous about messing up your butterfly locs, he still did them pretty nicely.

"Ah, am I twisting these right?" He questioned himself, looking at the loc in his hands. The air smelled heavily of incense and hair product (both because of you).

You smile slightly. "You'll be just fine, dear. You're doing so well already, especially for you first time with faux locs," you reply, a hint of encouragement in your tone. He takes it as inspiration, hums in reply, and continues.

Your locs are gorgeous! Bruno even adds pretty gold charms to go with them. They're simply beautiful and he can't stop staring. Overall, 9/10!

Part 6

Jolyne Kujo

Jolyne has wanted to do your hair for a while. She's retwisted a head or two in jail, so she definitely knows what's up. When you finally say yes, she's ecstatic!

You and Jolyne had been thinking about what kind of hairstyle to do for a while, but she's finally got the best idea.

"Darlingggg?"

You turn your head to Jolyne. "Yesss?"

"Why don't you do jade braids? You can match your hair with mine!" she tells you excitedly.

You think for a moment. "I dunno, Jo...That's kind of a hit or miss."

She sags her shoulders a bit. "You'll be fine, promise. Besides, you and me matching will be sooo cute. Think of the photo opportunities."

You sigh, giving in, but give her a small smile. Moving in quickly, you give her a small kiss on the cheek. "Okay. I trust you."

"Then let me work my magic already."

And she most definitely did. Jolyne gave you crystals and gold accessories as well as lip gloss and mascara (if you're into that) to go with your hair. Surprisingly enough, she had made the yellow/dark green combo work pretty well on your hair. She just wouldn't stop kissing you. 10000/10!

Ermes Costello

Come on now. You know she'll hook you up. As soon as she asks to do your hair, you instantly say yes. The two of you decide to go all out just to prove her braiding skill with micobraids.

"I dunno, Ermes. Microbraids are most definitely not for the weak," you warn her. "Your fingers will be gone when you're not even halfway through."

She simply shrugs. "So? I'll make it worth the wait." She sits you down and begins to work on your hair.

She was, surprisingly enough, able to finish the microbraids in six hours. When you asked her how, she claimed she just had 'fast hands' (something you disagreed with especially when you were playing Mario Kart). She went through the additional pain of adding jewelry to some of the braids (which was hard since there were so many, like lord have mercy), but they looked amazing in the end. 1000/10, like Jolyne.

thank you for reading! I've had a recent spike of creativity. Another reason why this took so long is because my computer broke 😭 like literally, the entire screen is shattered. it's heartbreaking. fly high little chromebook 😞 on another note, if you guys have any ideas dont be shy to suggest them! I'm trying to improve my writing so go ahead! The content that is easiest for me to write for include JJBA, LOZ (BotW, TP), and KNY! I'm so obsessed with kny right now it's not even funny so help yourself! love you all dearly mwah buh bye

[silvernyxchariot]

Formaggio is currently my emotional support hitman. So, have a rant.

The synopsis is that no one appreciates this character and it makes me sad. Formaggio, come pick me up; I hate it here./j

Out of La Squadra, Formaggio's generally not my favorite, but as a La Squadra whore, I'll make an effort to appreciate my boys.

My initial impression of Formaggio and the majority of La Squadra was... non-existent. I paid attention to Giorno, Bucciarati's group, and subsequently Narancia during this fight. But if I had to come up with something for Formaggio, the only thing that stood out to me was Little Feet. After part 3 and 4, finally, someone had to have the ability to shrink. It's such a simple and convenient ability to have, both on the battlefield and on the daily.

Lock yourself out of your house? Shrink and crawl under the door. Have a lot to carry or something incredibly heavy to carry up a flight of stairs, like a car or a 5 ft x 6 ft paining (don't ask)? Shrink it down to size and put it in your pocket. Or maybe carry a couple of grenades and automatic rifles and wear them like a braclet until you're ready to use them... No one's gonna know. They're gonna know. No one's going to know./ref

The more I made La Squadra a part of my personality, the more I realized, "Fuck yeah, I would appreciate a homie like Formaggio." He may look like an annoying punk (like 99% of my classmates) but he's adaptable and clever. During his first conversation with Narancia, it sounded like Formaggio was just rambling and making jokes, but every sentence was a transition to get information or a reaction from Narancia.

Vol. 2 VA, chp 31:

(To Narancia) "Word is, Polpo died last night. Then, all of a sudden, Bucciarati, Fugo, Abbacchio, and Mista all went into hiding They're not anywhere. I finally found you, though, Narancia. Do you know where they are and why they disappeared?"

"Did you hear about Polpo's body? . . . They can't figure figure out how to cram his fat ass into the furnace. Ha ha ha! They're going to have to cut him into tiny pieces to get him in!"

"Why didn't your crew show up at the capo's funeral?! Answer me, Narancia! If I can't tail you then I'll make you tell me everything!

Baby boy, if you'd stayed quiet and patient, you might have been able to follow Narancia to the vineyard without interruption.

He also has an unnecessary amount of knowledge on mosquitoes and arachnids.

Vol 3 VA, chp 34

"Mosquitoes can sense the carbon dioxide animals exhale. . . That's what's happening here. Aerosmith is seeking out my carbon dioxide!"

The only thing I needed to know was that mosquitoes are little menaces that help transfer diseases and need to be smacked out of existence. I didn't want to know this extra CO² info, but thanks, I guess./s Did I want to read about spiders' digestive fluids killing their prey from the inside out on a random Tuesday night? No, not at all. But here we are. u.u

When the brainrot got worse, the anime and manga yielded superficial results. So, I'm glad the JoJo World Event gave us a bit more. In a Twitter translation of the La Squadra info, Formaggio was described as an insightful opportunist and aware of his comrades' deficits (condensed from image below). Good, because I'm going to need my emotional support hitman now. 🫴/lh

Not gonna lie, Formaggio gave me "annoying jock" vibes initially when I took everything that I've mentioned into consideration. But seeing that he does pay more attention to others than they believe is somewhat... hmmm, comforting. In all earnesty, I would trust Formaggio to be a good judge of character or a human lie detector.

This part's not important, but I don't like the majority of his design. In the manga, he's given orange hair, and while I understand his name means "cheese," the grey in the anime helps bring contrast from the rest of his outfit that focuses on a red top and brown pants.

Like his Stand, he's very unassuming, but there's this slow burn effect that endeared this character to me. Formaggio still isn't my favorite among La Squadra, but I think about him a lot sometimes. u.u

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[soufi-draws]

Daily reminder that in some official pages of the manga Narancia said that Bucciarati was his hero

[davyjoneslockr]

Narancia for the character game! Or, if someone else beat me to Nara, Coco Jumbo

(For this ask game)

First impression: Okay so fun fact, my partner is a huge Narancia fan, and has been since before we met (which was actually because of JJBA lol, but I digress), so before I got to Vento Aureo, I already knew quite a bit about him from their infodumping. So I went into it kinda biased, but I did really like him from the start. I thought he was cute and fun and was a good silly childish character to balance out all the depressing shit happening elsewhere.

Impression now: Hhhhhhhhh. Love this little dude. I think he’s the second-best written character in that part (behind Bucciarati) and he occupies so much of my brain at all times you have no idea. He’s cute and silly, but not innocent, and his whole story really emphasizes the tragedy of VA. I like that, on a level only comparable to Giorno, he exercises a ton of agency – not only in getting on the boat, but by disobeying Bucciarati’s orders to leave Passione alone and go home. People don’t talk enough about how, unlike the others, Narancia actually had the chance to live a normal life, but didn’t take it. Narancia effectively ruined his own life for the sake of companionship. Augh. And I sobbed so hard over his death. Still do every time I watch it. Whatever. Fantastic character I adore him

Favorite moment: That scene where he’s in the turtle with Trish, and, even though she’s trying to hide her feelings, he reads her perfectly and lays everything out in a way that shocks even her. Even though there’s a lot of jokes about Narancia’s book smarts, he’s really fucking emotionally intelligent – more than anyone else in the gang, I’d say, easily – and that’s super important. It’s the reason he was able to get on the boat when Fugo wasn’t. There’s a few moments in Purple Haze Feedback, in flashbacks, where Narancia holds the fact that he’s older over Fugo’s head, and jokingly equates age with superiority and experience or whatever. But the truth is, he actually is wiser and understands the world better than Fugo (or, really, anyone else). Genuinely love that so much.

Idea for a story: Hopping on the pre-canon train again, but I really want to write about the period after Bucciarati sends him back home to return to school, up to the point where he goes behind his back and joins the gang. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t have Bucciarati to guide him towards Polpo, nor did he likely know what a stand was before his initiation. He had to figure all that out by himself and go into it blind. I don’t see enough fanwork about that, and it’s a shame, because I think there’s a lot of really interesting stuff to theorize about there.

Unpopular opinion: Hate hate HATE it when people treat him like a toddler. Like I said, he’s not innocent, and while he can be a bit childish, the infantilization he gets from the fandom is a bit much. Every time I see someone claim he should’ve been younger than Fugo, I’m like. NO. THATS THE POINT. LIKE I SAID HE’S OLDER AND WISER AND MORE MATURE AND THAT’S IMPORTANT. Also I feel like it’s weird how people constantly portray him like a child and rag on his intelligence when it seems likely that he has a learning disorder but we’re not ready for that conversation are we.

Favorite relationship: Ohh boy where do I start. Romantically I obviously adore Naramis and I really like Naratrish as well. Friends to lovers who act as each other’s solace from the horrors of their daily life + two sides of the same coin who naturally seem to understand each other but have to work to see where their own self projection ends and the other begins. Both fantastic dynamics imo. And his relationship with Fugo drives me insane oh my goddd. They’re exes they’re best friends they hurt each other constantly they love each other so deeply they know each other so well they’ll never be able to fully understand each other. They’re soulmates but not in a romantic sense just in two people who wouldn’t be complete had the other not occupied a space in their life. Etc.

Favorite headcanon: HIS SKIRT WAS HIS MOM’S AND HE TOOK IT WHEN HE RAN AWAY FOR GOOD also when he’s older because he lives to be older shhhh he gets a little growth spurt and ends up just barely taller than Fugo smiles. Autistic ADHD icon as well :]

[starry-blue-echoes]

For something more wholesome, Giorno would take after Jonathan in that he would be fond of dogs.

Also, Bruno would definitely be a Dalmatian if he were a dog.

y e s s s s s s s

Giorno is living every kid's dream of constantly having access to almost any animal. He knows so much about them and how to care for them and turns at least one object into some kind of creature daily

also, absolutely, Bucciarati's a silly spotted boi <3

[ilikebobcuts642]

Bucciarati the type of fella to face aphobia on a daily basis because he’s too hot for people to see as aroace

(I didn’t know who to draw as the aphobe so I just drew a guy with a mop on his head)

[failedintsave]

In a world where the entire gang shares a home, there's a 5-disk changer that lives in the common space. It's meant to be communal use, but Mista and Narancia bogart it the majority of the time.

At least once a week, they blare Hybrid Theory start-to-finish. They trade off each track on who sings and who raps. The release of Collision Course ratchets this up into a daily occurrence until capo has to intervene for the sake of everyone's sanity.

No one is allowed to remove Doggystyle from the CD player, under penalty of violence (read: a Doggy-Pile)

They've made a game of queuing up "Bring Me to Life" whenever one of them manages to catch Abbacchio on his way to the coffee pot. He's an early riser, but they sometimes camp out in the living room overnight just for the gag. Abbacchio's noise-cancelling headphones appear soon after this ritual begins.

Fugo has broken at least three copies of Who Let the Dogs Out in fits of rage, but to his dismay it keeps getting replaced.

There are bullet holes in the wall following a Britney vs. Christina argument. Bucciarati refused to be the tie-breaker, stating no preference, but will zip through the wall just to press ⏮️ at the end of "Oops!...I Did It Again" as he cannot resist pointing out that, oops...he did it again. Okay dad.

[vialaviolenza]

It's a cold, rainy day in Italy, and the man known as Bucciarati sits in a small indentation on the windowsill, his blue eyes focused on the empty streets. Despite the rain, there's a peaceful atmosphere that reminds him of simpler times when rest came easily, and relief was a present element in his daily life.

Now, life is shrouded in melancholy, and despite the incessant requests that could easily overwhelm anyone, he takes on these challenges, often with the promise of assistance. Nearly everyone who asks him for morally sound help receives it, even if Bucciarati initially declines. Perhaps he cares too much—perhaps he shoulders the world's burdens far too often.

Then there's his conglomerate within Passione, a unique assembly of individuals he considers the closest thing to a family after losing what he once had. He often finds himself lost in thought when he's around them, sometimes due to exhaustion and sometimes simply appreciating their presence in his life. Despite not openly expressing his care and love for them, he demonstrates it through being a reliable shoulder to lean on, offering compassion and acceptance for whatever choices have led them into his embrace. The world is cruel, but it's also the very thing that allows him to be a good man despite being a mafioso.

A soft, contemplative sigh escapes from his lips as he takes a slow sip of the espresso he's been holding. His gaze drifts to the door, where he spots someone who has been waiting for his attention. ❝ I'm sorry⸻I got caught up in my thoughts...❞ He pauses, tilts his head slightly and gestures to an empty chair in the room as he stands with the espresso cup in hand. ❝ Is there something I can do for you ? ❞

[spooky-ghostea]

🔞 Livening Up A Dull Party 🔞

(Snippet of of fanfic??)

Giggling all the way as they ran down the hall, the pair soon ducked into a random room and shut the door behind them. They didn’t know whether Fugo was following them or not, but they knew for sure that he was going to tell Bucciarati that they had fled, and they were certainly going to get scolded later, but they didn’t care. Childish acts such as these, moments where they could just be carefree and slack off, were truly the highlights of their days. Not because they didn’t like their jobs, or that their daily lives were dull, but because the time they spent together was truly cherished, despite how simple it may be. “Hey, you think he’s after us?” Narancia questioned between his giggles, after getting his bearings. Mista turned to the door, opening it a crack to poke his head through and look down the hall. He hummed. There was no sign of Fugo.. If he was after them, he would’ve caught up by now. That fucker was pretty fast… “Looks like we’re in the clear.” Mista stepped back into the room, closing the door. He took a glance around the room they had entered. It was a decently sized room, kind of like a common room. Seems like they had the place to themselves. Mista sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned his back against the door. "I dunno why Bucciarati had to drag us along to this stupid party.. We're criminals, for fuck's sake! Not- I dunno, rich politicians?" There was no doubt that they certainly felt out of place in that environment. Their team was anything but fancy, and they even stood out in the regular restaurant that they frequented. Narancia shrugged his shoulders, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his slacks. He had opted to wear a dress shirt, waistcoat, and slacks instead of a tuxedo like everyone else. It wasn't a look that Mista was used to seeing him in, being far from his usual outfits, but he looked great in whatever he wore. "Yeah. And the food isn't even that good, either! You’d expect posh dudes like them to be able to afford some decent food, but it's like they lose a taste bud for every lira they make!” Narancia commented, bringing a small laugh from his boyfriend. “And I had to buy this stupid tux for this occasion too.” The gunman scoffed, gesturing to his outfit. It was just a plain black tuxedo blazer matching the black dress pants, over a white button-up shirt and black tie. As simple and mundane as it could get, precisely why it bothered him so much. He liked his loud, colourful outfits! Narancia cocked his head slightly, eyeing Mista up and down. “I think you look nice.” His tone was nonchalant, but that's exactly what made Mista believe that Narancia was speaking the truth. The calm way he spoke when showing his admiration for Mista, the way he didn't make a big deal out of it, it was like he was saying something that was common knowledge. Such a simple comment cost Narancia no time or effort, but it meant more to Mista than he could imagine. A calm, but loving smile came to Mista's face as he looked down at Narancia. "I love you." Narancia, although a bit confused by the sudden confession, returned the smile as he stepped closer to Mista, taking one of his hands in his own. "I love you too." Narancia's free hand slid its way up Mista's torso before settling on the gunman's tie, yanking on it and pulling him down so their faces were only inches apart. "We have this place to ourselves, let's make good use of it." (Explicit) Full version on Archive Of Our Own. FtM Guido Mista x Cis Narancia Ghirga