#goodbye vento aureo

[dusdadreamer]

various ink sketches and doodles 🖋

[sorbet-and-gelato]

shuffled some music and did some doodles

[wispisstillverybored67]

Tarot Cards and Assassins, ft. Sorbet.

Don't think I'd leave Gelato out by his lonesome, now! The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed...

For him, I'll give him...

The devil. I "draw" the Devil Arcana.

While upright, it represents violence, commitment, temptation, chained to base desires, and drive. Reversed, it symbolizes blindness, childishness, and feebleness.

We have slightly more info on him than his husband, and this little piece is the fateful piece that started it all. This one was easiest to dissect together.

According to Nero, he's motivated by money, at least to where he'd show up for meetings to get his share. And in the updated graphic in the same episode, he's the one with the scowl on his face while Gelato held the payment. It's very realistic that the idea of scoring more $ from the hated boss was so tempting, he jumped at the first not-opportunity. Diavolo's name directly translates to "devil", further signaling a motif of the devil tempting the sinful. And in his case, there wasn't even a reward when he took the bait, apart from death.

His efforts came undone, putting himself, his husband, and later his closest friends on the chopping block, his execution signifying their fates coming undone. However, even Sorbet's brief appearance showcased the reversed Devil.

Blinded to the worst case scenario, he flew too close to the sun, and was rendered pathetic in his last moments. He couldn't even see his husband die. He acted on impulse, and NOW SEE WHAT HAPPENED! He could only watch as his life withered away under the knife.

He is, as mentioned before on his husband's post, usually the touchier one, on a much lighter note, showing his tempting to probably make love with him right then and there. The two insisted on doing every mission together, were they not? Could ya really blame Illuso (implied to have spied on the two having sex before) for thinking that with the little info we got on them?

Additionally, even in the Persona side of things, those under the Devil card of supports are more harsh. You usually see Sorbet as such in fanworks. And I do ascribe to... certain ideals but I have a huge soft spot for a secretly really anxious Sorbet, puhuhuhuh... He seems to be the moon to Gelato's sun, get it? And his shark fin ass hair reminds one of a horn.

With this, his Arcana is the Devil. Have we learned nothing from Cuphead?

"I am thou, thou art I Thou hast turned a vow into a blood oath.

Thy bond shall become the wings of rebellion and break the yoke of thy heart. Thou hast awakened to the ultimate secret of the Devil, granting thee infinite power..."

[anatomyoflove]

Jjba Vento Aureo dying in their arms || Angst Headcannons

【 Headcannons 】

╭┈───────Triggers— Death, sad sthoff 】

「 BRUNO BUCCIARATI 🦢」 ▷ The group has been attacked by multiple stand users on a mission (This was before Giorno has entered Passione) ▷ Bruno and [Y/n] came out with a plan to lead all of them and to be thrown out of the cliff ▷ It didn't end well, as they underestimated the stand ▷ The stand ends up badly injuring both ▷ Causing [Y/n] to fall on the cliff ▷ [Y/n]'s stand had to do with something with alternate universes ▷ Bruno couldn't hold on to her anymore as he too was badly wounded, and the continuous attacks of the stand kept going as he was holding her. Leaving it more difficult for him to keep his eyes open ▷ [Y/n] reassured Bruno to let go as she knew that he couldn't go longer ▷He stayed silent, and gritted his teeth, furrowed his brow, stiffened his post, and tightened his grip trying to pull her up, but he was to his limit, he was badly wounded. ▷ [Y/n] was the one who let go, but before she did she said that it was okay because in the different universes she's been through she saw them having happy endings with him, and that she was sorry that it's not in this universe.

「GUIDO MISTA 🔫」 ▷ The group ventures through the waters, with Narancia finally catching up to the boat, and with Fugo standing still on the island. ▷ "We'll be fine" Mista brought up, reassuring [Y/n], that he always does that, he was always so caring. Even when she was way behind the line, he'd wait for her, he had a soft spot for her and she didn't know it ▷ As they travel back to Venice, they were attacked ▷ It was a water stand causing everyone to be immediately vulnerable ▷ The boat was immediately damaged, [Y/n] didn't know how to swim and as everyone fell off the boat, [Y/n] struggled to stay up ▷ Mista immediately went after her, however [Y/n] was the first target of the Water stand, ▷ She tried fighting back with her stand but the deeper she went the harder it was to breathe ▷ The same goes for Mista but his concern fueled him to go deeper and to at least get a grip of your hands was enough for him to take you back to the surface ▷ [Y/n] died of drowning before the stand did a final attack on her making sure she was dead ▷ As soon as the remaining Passione members defeated the water stand. ▷ Mista Carried [Y/n]'s body to shore and then rested her head on his shoulder as he hugged her from her shoulders as they watched the sunset as a final goodbye ▷ "You like sunsets right?"

「 NARANCIA GHIRGA 🛩️ 」 ▷ [Y/n] was assassinated in her sleep. With now their group being labeled as traitors for saving Trish ▷ A stand user was originally supposed to kill Giorno, with him being the new member of the organization and not being recognized easily by the other members, [Y/n] was unfortunately mistaken and got killed in her room before she could even react ▷ The next morning, Bruno, Giorno, Abbacchio, and Mista surrounded [Y/n]'s room. ▷ Narancia just woke up and decided to see the fuzz in the hallway ▷ "What's happening?" he rubbed his eyes as he tried to take a peek, it was just a blanket covering [Y/n] except that her arm was hanging down, along with blood dripping ▷ The four other members slightly bowed their head knowing already the context. ▷ Narancia ran in the room and took off the blanket to reveal the corpse, he started shaking the body ▷ "Wake up [Y/n], stop messing around" he started sweating profusely, he was nervous ▷The body was cold yet he kept shaking it, telling her to wake up and stop messing around ▷ He turned to Giorno and clapped his hands together in a praying position, begging for Giorno to bring her back. ▷He then begged towards the other members to wake her up and do something however everyone stayed silent knowing there is nothing to be done. ▷Narancia hugs the cold [Y/n] before they gave her a burial, and even at the funeral Narancia stayed staring at the tomb for hours

「GIORNO GIOVANNA 💛」 ▷ While in a fight with a stand, a falling building was unfortunately caused crushing some of the members, luckily most of the Passione survived with both major and minor injuries ▷ [Y/n] was not so lucky ▷ Giorno was the first to figure out that they were missing one person ▷ He immediately went back in the fallen building and pushed chunks of rocks, and cement ▷ There he saw [Y/n] lying down with no movements being detected ▷ Giorno tried healing her back up, but the body was hollow, there was no life in it anymore ▷ "Giorno" Bruno called from behind, implying that she wasn't gonna be back. ▷ Giorno kept pushing it, till he finally stopped, and accepted it. ▷ He stared for a few seconds at the hollow body, before he grew a field of flowers, roses, and sunflowers around the body, covering it and giving it a comfortable burial at least.

「LEONE ABBACCHIO 🎧」 ▷ In Sardinia, as Leone waits to get the image of their boss, [Y/n] sticks with him as the rest run off ▷ "I miss a warm bed" [Y/n] commented, before stretching, she liked annoying Leone because she knew that he got easily irritated with her talking about all sorts of things ▷ "Shut up" Leone told her to be quiet, she chuckled in reply ▷ Nearby kids wanted to get the soccer ball stuck out of the tree, and the noise was irritating him ▷ He finally told them to be quiet before hesitating and getting the ball ▷ "I'll do it" [Y/n] volunteered as she put the pieces together, she then climbed up to give it back to them ▷ As the little boys began running further away, the last boy eyed Leone ▷ [Y/n]'s stand (that had to do with auras) immediately detected a negative one about him, causing her to push Leone out of the way and push herself aside but not far enough for King Crimson to impale her within seconds ▷ It was quick and short, that Leone immediately went after the mysterious kid but then he suddenly disappeared. ▷ Leone didn't hesitate to grab her body and moved to a different place. ▷ Leone hugged the body closely to him as he hid behind the lighthouse ▷ "You're such an idiot" he mumbled, but grief was what reflected in his eyes, he knew that it could've been avoided if he was the one who got the ball, just not her. ▷ He blames himself for her death

╭┈─────── A/N: no Y/n's were harmed in making of this fanfic

[pass1onepr1ncess]

Characters that I, a system, hit with my plural-ification beam

Diavolo and Doppio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure; Vento Aureo (I know this one's canon but I'm adding it here anyway because I said so and this is my post)

Hajime Hinata and Izuru Kamakura from Super Danganronpa 2; Goodbye Despair

Toko Fukawa and Genocider Syo from Danganronpa; Trigger Happy Havoc (Also canon but they're rep is so shit so I've hit them with my beam that turns them into a better written system)

Korekiyo Shinguji and Sister Shinguji from Danganronpa V3; Killing Harmony (Listen to me right now. She's a factive persecutor in my mind. Similarly to Toko and Syo, I hit them with my beam that fixes their writing. Kodaka when I catch you Kodaka. Kodaka when I catch you Kodaka.)

Layla and "Sleepwalking Layla" from Genshin Impact

Furina and Focalors from Genshin Impact

Ghost Quartz and Cairngorm from Houseki no Kuni

Alexandrite and "Red Lexi" from Houseki no Kuni

Probably others, but I can't think of them off the top of my head

[cophene]

012 || ☆ ⁺ « SHOOT UP TO A HUNDRED.

previous chapter || thirteen v1 || thirteen v2 || table of contents

pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : with virtually nothing left in their credit account, a gang of space thieves turn to the richest man in the galaxy to give them  a job worth millions. too bad those never come easy, even with stand abilities and pretty-faced crew notes : sci-fi au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 3.5k+

★˚⋆ SALE! ZUCCHERO! WHERE THE FLACK are you? Not even gonna bother to say goodbye?”

The crew waited for a few minutes for the greasy pair of mechanics to come slinking out from the bowels of their shop. No one appeared.

Granted, it was hard to tell from the leaning piles of metal and dank lighting, and the smell of oil and coolant and whatever else that up-dog odor was. At least they’d been nice enough to take the Passione off of the lifts this time. Narancia had nearly ploughed the place to the ground the last time he’d tried to remove the ship from the shop.

“Where are they?” Trish murmured. She looked loath to step any further into the shop. “They always like to gloat when we pay them.”

“I paid them remotely through the account Zero set up for us,” Fugo said. “They probably didn’t feel the need to see us off.”

“Bastards,” Mista muttered.

Narancia wasted no time checking out the Passione. He hopped over the suspicious stains on the floor and narrowly missed running into a tower of barrels. “Sheesh! Just look at what they did to our ship!” he shouted. “You sure she’s ours, Cap? She looks amazing!”

You barely recognized the interior when you stepped into the ship. Everything was so bright and shiny you had to squint a little bit. The interior wasn’t sweltering for once and you didn’t have to block out the flickering lights. As you made your way past the rooms to the bridge, you marvelled at how high-class everything seemed. You’d forgotten what the Passione was like under all the peeling metal.

[ MY STARS. IT ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE A SHIP NOW. ]

You side-eyed the turtle tucked under your arm. “I don’t remember turning you on.”

[ IT’S AN AUTOMATIC THING. I SYNCED TO YOUR SHIP’S COMPUTER SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO BOTHER WITH ALL THAT. ] To your horror, Coco Jumbo’s voice echoed through the ship-wide speakers. [HELLO ALL! WELCOME BACK TO YOUR HUMBLE ABODE! ALTHOUGH IT’S NOT SO HUMBLE NOW, IS IT? ]

“Run a scan on the ship’s systems and a full check on the engine room,” Fugo said. “Also make sure the security prints and idents are still updated. If the mechanics messed with anything, let me know.”

[ YOU BETCHA. ]

You shot a look at Fugo, who only shrugged. “Coco’s working for us now, right? Might as well use that computer for what it’s good for.”

“Stars, look at the kitchen!” Trish squealed. “It’s like night and day! There are actual working appliances in here! We can finally make hot drinks again!”

Mista called out from the back of the ship, “Yooo, the rooms look sick! There’s in-line lighting, and, wait, what does this—you’re kidding, you can adjust the temperature and speakers from your holopad?!”

“The med bay doors actually work!” Narancia shouted. “We don’t have to rip up shirts for bandages!”

Although you were just as giddy as the rest of the crew about the state of the ship, you were still wary. A cursory glance over all of the rooms didn’t show any signs of tampering, and Coco’s scan came back negative. The mechanics had just fixed your ship and dipped. Which would have been fine for anyone else, but Sale and Zucchero never finished a job with so little hassle.

“That’s what seven million credots does to a person,” Mista drawled, settling into his newly upholstered chair at the tactical station. “Makes everyone a lot nicer. Also, sweet flack these chairs are banger. It’s like melting into butter.”

“But how did they do it?” Trish said, eyeing the comms station. “We gave such short notice but they still managed to get everything done and then some. I don’t remember them having the kind of resources to completely overhaul a ship?”

“They had an assistant the last time I was here,” you offered.

Narancia pulled a face. “Poor flacker. What did they do to land that gig?” He pressed his thumb to his console to unlock it and his face went slack. “No way. They updated the entire interface! Look how clean this looks! And there’s new features too!”

For the next little while, there were only gasps of amazement as you all poked at your consoles. The mechanics had really gone above and beyond. Your captain’s interface had gotten a makeover and was now more streamlined and responsive to the ship. You’d say the tech here rivalled some of the latest Eva models that had just come out.

“The ship has twice the speed and maneuverability,” Narancia said reverently. “I could thread this thing through the eye of a needle.”

“You guys.” Everyone turned to look at Mista as he stood up suddenly. He looked from one person to the other, his face deadly serious.

“We have four torpedoes.”

“Awesome!” Narancia crowed.

“No, not awesome! How did this happen?! We’re not flying this ship with four flacking torpedoes. I’m unloading one right now.” Mista started for the bay doors.

“Sit down,” Trish groaned. “Isn’t that better for us? Weren’t you bitching about the lack of torpedoes last time?”

Mista turned to her, aghast. “Because we had two. Now we have four. The ship is going to explode with four torpedoes. I’m unloading one. I’d rather have three torpedoes than four.”

“No, you’re not.” You swiped across your console. “Captain override. We’re keeping those torpedoes. I’m not risking it.”

“Captain!”

“We’re going after a powerful Stand arrow. Who knows what’s going to happen? Torpedoes are damn expensive.”

“I think it’s sufficiently clear by now that the ship has been fixed,” Fugo said curtly. You noticed he had to make an effort to pry himself away from colourful charts and fluctuating numbers on the engineering console. “If we don’t have anything else, we should get going. I worked with Coco Jumbo and we found a lead on Jean Pierre Polnareff.”

“You did?” You glanced over at your engineer in interest. A rush of eagerness swept through you.

Fugo frowned, scratching the neck of his shirt absently. “Yes,” he said faintly. “I did.”

Mista still looked troubled but he sat down at his station. “Well, what’d you find?”

“Polnareff used to work for an organization. What it was has been redacted from all records. I did find the name of a man he exchanged correspondence with on a regular basis.”

[ WELL DON’T TAKE ALL THE CREDIT. ] Coco Jumbo whined suddenly. Fugo shot the turtle a dirty look from where it was lounging on the ship’s main console.

[ APPARENTLY, THESE TWO GO WAY BACK. THEY’RE NOT BOTH IN THE ORGANIZATION, BUT THEY’RE CHUMMY. POLNAREFF HAS ALWAYS SKIPPED AROUND THE GALAXY, EVEN BEFORE HE GOT THE STAND ARROW. I GUESS YOU COULD SAY HIS BUDDY WAS LIVING VICARIOUSLY THROUGH HIM. IF POLNAREFF HAD TO TELL ANYONE WHERE HE TOOK THE ARROW, IT WOULD BE THIS GUY. ]

“And who is this guy?”Mista huffed.

In response, Coco projected a hologram into the air. A blurry shot of some old guy with a green cap. It had probably been pulled from nearby surveillance footage. Off to the side was his partial ident chip with his address and the name Pericolo.

“Do we know anything about Polnareff himself?” Trish asked. “Any info on him at all?”

“He’s completely offline,” Fugo said with a scowl. “That's why we have to go through the hassle of contacting his friend first.”

“If this guy knows about the Stand arrow, why hasn’t he tried to get it himself yet?” you said.

“He’s an old fart,” Mista said. “Probably doesn’t have the energy.”

“Or he’s not aware of Stand abilities,” Fugo said. “Polnareff probably didn’t divulge that part of the arrow to him.”

It only now occurred to you that Zero must have sent other thieving crews before yours to go after the Stand arrow. You had to wonder who Polnareff was to have guarded it so well. Actually, how come you’d never heard word of this mystical arrow before now? If it was as powerful as Zero claimed, there had to have been people who had sought it out before Zero. People who were actively searching now. But you’d never heard any mention of it; otherwise, your crew would have already gone after it. Not for world domination, but because something like that was bound to fetch good credit.

You felt a twinge in your chest as you wondered about the arrow. Focus, you told yourself. What does it matter about all that? Just focus on getting the Stand arrow to Zero. No need to get caught up in the details.

“Can we please get going?” Narancia burst out. He had been quiet all this time and was fairly shaking in the pilot seat. “I’m flacking dying to see how this baby does in the air. If Sale and Zucchero did half as good a job on the inside as the outside, then—” Narancia let out an amazed sound. You hid a smile at his excitement.

“Alright. All systems are green. Take us away, Narancia.”

“Take it easy, though,” Fugo warned. “I know you’re excited, but it’s best if you take the ship gradually. If you shoot up to a hundred, it’s going to—”

The warning fell on deaf ears. Everyone was thrown back in their seats and Narancia pushed the ship full throttle, hurtling out of the shop and zipping into the air in record time. Your stomach dropped to your feet as the Hub dropped out from under you. Narancia shrieked with glee, getting so excited that he bypassed the Hub’s exit completely, skipping the line to fly out into deep space without checking out or going through the GA’s.

“Asswipes is going to pin us for that,” Trish said, but it was lost under the roar of the engine and thruster. You had never heard the Passione sound like that. You’d gotten used to it sounding on the brink of death.

“Narancia, slow down!” Fugo shouted. “You’re going to kill us!”

Narancia whooped. “Worth it! Stars, I’ve never really lived before today! Passione could fly before but now she can fly!”

There was a meaty whomp and Mista let out a pained groan. Looking over, you saw that Coco Jumbo had gone flying off the console directly into Mista.

“Who’s in charge of strapping down the turtle? It weighs flacking ten pounds!”

You watched curiously as Narancia and Fugo hunched over Fugo’s console, talking in low tones. Occasionally, Narancia would stab his finger at the screen before Fugo shook his head and hissed at him to be quiet. You knew that sometimes, when Narancia was bored and Fugo had the patience, he would try to wrangle the pilot into some lesson about astrophysics or some other space science before the two inevitably got too irritated with each other to continue. Somehow, you had a feeling this was something different.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, coming over to the engineering station. “Looks pretty heated over here.”

“It’s nothing,” the two said immediately, and you raised your eyebrow. Fugo dismissed whatever they had been looking at and his console returned to his usual monitoring charts and stats.

“If there’s something I can help with …”

Narancia glanced at Fugo, but the engineer gave nothing away.

“Actually, I was wondering if you could give me temporary access to the captain console. There was something I wanted to look at.”

You went back to the console, unlocking it and changing the settings so Fugo could use it. You stepped aside as Fugo began tapping on the screen, conferring briefly with Narancia before performing a series of complicated keystrokes. A beat later, the consoles at every station glowed red. The humming in the bridge quieted down and you knew that meant the engine room had also stopped working at full capacity. Narancia let out a breath of relief.

“What did you do?” you asked suspiciously.

Fugo shrugged. “I just made sure our route to the Bend Gate was locked. The ship is going to continue to the gate no matter what we do unless you yourself go in to change it. I don’t want anyone accidentally messing with it. Plus with all of this stuff going on with Zero, I figured it was better to be safe than sorry. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, of course not.” Your engineer didn’t sound any different than he usually did, but it still felt a little off, regardless.

“I think I’m going to go take a break. Running around the ship took all of my energy. Comm me if you need anything.” Fugo nodded at you. “Captain.”

You nodded back. As soon as he left the bridge you turned to Narancia. He had always been easier to read than Fugo. “Is everything okay?”

“Sure it is. We have a new ship that flies like a dream and we’ll be at the gate in a few hours. Everything is going how you planned, Cap.” Narancia grinned.

“You looked pretty worried at Fugo’s console earlier.”

Narancia waved his hand. “Just didn’t understand what the flack he was trying to show me. Too many numbers and not enough pictures. He always forgets we didn’t all go to his fancy institute.” Narancia took the opportunity to commandeer your console since the temporary access was still on. “Oi, feel like playing a fighter?”

You reluctantly pulled over one of the station seats as Narancia pulled up a hologame on the ship’s main display. You knew he was trying to distract you and you let him. It was a good idea to lock the ship’s flight route. You should’ve thought of it sooner.

At some point Mista wandered into the bridge and you had to suffer your ass getting kicked not only by your pilot, but your gunman as well. You tried to keep a dignified face as your character on screen was wiped out in a spray of blood and guts.

“Hacks,” you muttered under your breath instead.

“Excuse me, how?” Mista asked. “You’re just trash at this game, which is what we’ve been telling you since we downloaded it.”

“Okay, but the character combos aren’t even lined up,” you pointed out, trying not to sound butthurt and failing. “You’re way overpowered. How was I supposed to win?”

“I gotchu, Cap,” Narancia said. “I’ll get your pride back for you.”

You gave up your seat to Narancia with a scowl. Bend Gate XI was still a long way to go. Even with all of Passione’s fancy new upgrades, it would be a day and half until you reached it. And out here in deep space with no stars or sun to mark days passing, it honestly felt like years.

What most people didn’t realize about thieving crews was how much down time you had, particularly when travelling from one spot to another. When the stakes were high, they were high, and it was all stress and adrenaline and pure luck during the actual theft. But when all that was over and you were just drifting to find your next treasure, things got boring. Besides Sale and Zucchero, you had yet to show Zero’s exclusive pin to anyone. Maybe you should be keeping it under wraps, but you wanted people to know that your thieving crew was in the grace of the upper echelons again. Working for Zero himself.

You were starting to regret choosing to pass time with Mista and Narancia, though. Maybe you should’ve gone to watch holodramas with Trish. But you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had time to play a few hologames with the boys. Or had a chance to just hang out with them at all, really.

Rather than watching the fight unfold on screen between Mista’s character and Narancia’s, you focused on their hands at the digital display. Whereas Mista was all brute force and button-mashing, Narancia took to his character with the same finesse as he did flying a ship. Although Narancia’s character was weaker stats-wise, Narancia managed to pull through at the end and deliver a fatal combo to Mista.

“And that’s how it’s done,” Narancia said, brushing invisible lint off his shoulder.

“Now that’s hacks,” Mista cut in. “Your character literally has no stats. There’s no way you could win.”

“That’s what I said!” you burst out.

“You chose them! You can’t be mad at me for picking the weakest character!”

“Because you told me to, asshat!”

“Leave my hat out of this!”

Narancia raised his hands. “Mista’s a cheater. Captain sucks. And I’m the best. Okay? Okay.”

You and Mista unleashed a flurry of punches and curses down upon Narancia’s head. He tried to cover his head, refusing to apologize. Somehow, Mista managed to find the perfect angle to poke Narancia in the eye. Narancia recoiled, hissing out a swear and covering his eye.

“Oh shit, my bad.” Mista reached out to Narancia but he batted him away.

“Yeah, got me real good there. You guys go on without me. I’m just gonna take a minute.”

A hand still over his eye, Narancia made a quick exit from the bridge. You and Mista exchanged a worried look.

Mista frowned. “I know I didn’t get him that bad.”

“Is everything alright with him? I’ve noticed that he’s been treating his eye a lot more … carefully?” Like after Lady Legarde had sedated him. It seemed like his eye had really been bothering him.

“Yeah, I noticed that too,” Mista said. “If something’s wrong, he should tell us. He’s our pilot. It goes without saying that his eyes are important.”

You rose from your seat. “I’m gonna go check on him.”

“Do that. I’m heading to the kitchens to fix me and Pistols something to eat.”

“Make a plate for Fugo too. He’s probably still holed up in his room.”

“Of course, my esteemed Captain.”

It didn’t take long for you to find Narancia in his room. The door was still open and you knocked before going inside.

“Narancia? You alright?”

You spied the top of his messy hair over the side of his cot. You made your way over, not wanting to startle him. The sight of him holding his eyelid open with his fingers gave you pause. Narancia’s holopad was balanced on his lap, and he blinked rapidly a few times, leaning closer to the holopad to check his eye. You would’ve written it off as Narancia being overcautious if it weren’t for a flash of red. One of Narancia’s eyes looked briefly bloodshot and irritated before it flickered back to normal.

“Narancia?”

“Fine, Cap.” Narancia smoothly put his holopad away and threw a cheesy thumbs-up. The skin around his eye puckered before he smiled, violet irises bright.

“Are you sure?” You hated the doubt in your voice.

Narancia hopped to his feet. “Positive. Just wanted to make sure that flackbag didn’t gouge my eye out.”

“If something’s wrong, you can tell me. It’s my responsibility to keep my crew healthy.”

Narancia poked you in the side. “No, it’s our responsibility to stay healthy. All you have to do is look sexy, Captain.”

You were about to press the issue further when a loud rattle sounded from the walls. You and Narancia paused, turning towards it. It happened again, this time from out in the hallway.

“What the flack is that?” Narancia said. “I thought the mechanics fixed everything.”

You stepped out of Narancia’s room carefully, scanning the length of the hallway. Everyone else’s door was closed.

“Narancia, use your radar.”

Your pilot’s carbon dioxide radar appeared around his head. He swivelled his head left and right and walked forward a few steps. Looking over his shoulder, you could see that you and Narancia were the only ones in the hallway.

“Probably just the new equipment settling,” you said. You willed your heartbeat to settle. You’d heard worse sounds before from the Passione.

“Yeah, probably.” Narancia’s hand went to his left eye again.

“Narancia, if something is going on—”

An ear-piercing scream split the air. Your heart shot into your throat as you looked at Narancia and started sprinting down the hallway towards the sound. That was Trish. Where was she? What had—

You nearly missed her, but Trish, surprisingly, was frozen in the engine room. Her face had gone ghostly pale and her green eyes were so wide on her face that you could see her irises twitching. You snapped your gaze around, looking for the threat.

“Trish, what happened?”

Trish took a shaky step backwards. “I-I saw something. There was something—”

Before she could finish her sentence, your holopad vibrated in your pocket. While Narancia went over to Trish, you slipped it out, alarm racketing a notch higher when you saw it was Mista calling.

“Captain!” he yelled as soon as you answered. “You need to get down to the galley. Now!”

“What happened? Trish just—”

“FLACKING HELP ME, MISTA!” Fugo’s shout was loud enough to be heard through the call.

“Cap, please! I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s real bad!”

The call cut off. You stared at your holopad then at Narancia and Trish. Narancia was holding Trish’s arm gingerly, trying to figure out what had happened. Looking around the engine room, nothing seemed amiss. But Trish had screamed at something. She wasn’t some prissy Upper Space noble anymore. Some days she had bigger balls than anyone on the crew.

“You should go help them,” Narancia said, catching your gaze. “I can deal with things here with Trish. Sounded like Fugo was in trouble.”

A loud rattle sounded from somewhere in the engine room. Trish gasped, whirling towards the sound. “There it is again!”

You gritted your teeth. Where should you go? To the kitchens to help Fugo? Or should you stay here to figure out what was going on? The engine room was the heart of the ship. If something flacked up here, you’d be stuck in deep space for stars knew how long. You weren’t anywhere close to any planets or ship colonies, and Bend Gate XI was still hours out. But then again, Fugo was your engineer. If something happened to him, would you be able to manage? He had been working the closest with Coco Jumbo and had the most information at present about Zero and the Stand arrow.

“Go, Cap!” Narancia insisted. “We’ve got things covered. I can find out whatever this thing is with my radar.”

You hesitated at the threshold of the engine room, wishing you could split yourself down the middle. Who were you going to help? 

Fugo or Trish?

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[headoverjojo]

This will be the mood for the week

[lolobizarreadventuresshatpost]

The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, February 14th 1929

[utenthy]

if this isn’t a kingdom then i don’t know what is

[buggymel]

Thank you for motivating me anon💜

[knifefather]

may i present vampire bruno hehe mmm he is so sexy i want him to turn me & claim me as his :3

VAMPIRE BRUNO YESS HHH UNDER THE CUT FOR MY VAMPY THIRST

I can imagine him as one of those dark, handsome, and sensual types of vampires. Because he truly loves you, I can see him having some inhibitions about turning you, but the love you share is too great for you not to join him. Eventually, you do decide to go through with it, and Bruno is both excited and nervous. You, naked, in his arms while his fangs brush the side of your neck, about to change your life forever. 

“Are you sure? This is your last chance to change your mind,” he whispers, his cold breath tickling your skin. 

“I’m sure. Please change me. I want to be yours until the end of time,” you reply, giving him a smoldering look. 

Bruno’s red eyes flash and his hands tremble gently as he holds you, but he takes your word. He kisses your neck lovingly, preparing you for what is to come as his fangs enlarge in his gums. He’s soothingly stroking your arms and body, trying to get you to relax before the change. With a shuddering breath, Bruno sinks his fangs into your neck and pumps your veins full of his vampiric essence. 

You thought that it would be a painful experience. On the contrary, it was quite the opposite: it was the most freeing and pleasurable experience of your life. Your body thrummed under his hands, your grip getting weak while his essence and your blood were exchanged. A burning sensation took over your body, but it was a white-hot burn, so hot that you almost couldn’t feel it. Your eyes had slipped shut during the process, and you opened them to see Bruno with his eyes closed, too, a blissful look on his face while he made you one of him. 

Blackness settled over your vision again. It felt like blinking, but when you opened your eyes, Bruno was leaning over you, a concerned look on his face. You were uncertain of how much time had passed since you were conscious. When your blood-red irises met his, he knew that the change was complete. “Darling?” he asked, stroking your forehead. You remembered it being damp with your sweat, but it was now dry. Your body had ached during the process, but now you felt no pain at all.

“Is it done?”

“It is.” He kissed you softly at first. Even with your hazy mind, you pushed back, deepening the kiss. Bruno growled under his breath and pulled you into his lap once more. You were still unclothed, but that was perfectly fine for where you were going. Bruno spends the rest of the night showing you the capabilities of your new body in the best possible way. 

[kqueemrt]

Glowing Golden ✨

[transmascace]

tried a funky little color palette thing and had a lot of fun with it!! Even drawing things I wouldn’t usually draw in a way that was waaaay out of my comfort zone was a lot of fun for me aha- some of these look cryptic as hell with the names of the palettes next to them tho lmao

[wispisstillverybored67]

Illuso's theme sounds like it was from Psycho and Super Paper Mario.

The strings at the beginning, the bells throughout, and the general beat.

[barschter000]

Do you ever just..........look at your hand.........

[usrnmtkn]

So I managed to scrounge up some diamonds so I could try to get Doppio one last time!

And well. . .

I ended up with another Narancia and Abbacchio. To finish out their group I still need Bruno, Fugo, Trish, and Mista.

So in conclusion I guess me having the new Doppio was just never meant to be. . .