#gyuupyo

[foxtheft-blog]

mister pretty minamumbo man what's a weed why does lambo-san keep hearing the others talk about a big ole weed

          “And who exactly are you hearing about this from?” Really, who does this child belong to? “To answer your question, there are all sorts of plants considered weeds, like dandelions. You know the yellow flowers that sometimes grow between the sidewalks and turn fluffy and white and you make wishes when you blow them? They might not be talking about that plant, but that’s my best guess.” Not really, but Kurama isn’t going to be the one to have that talk with Lambo. “How about you ask the people talking about it and see if they’ll give you a different answer that way you can let me know when you find out.”

[f-umo-blog]

yeah he's picking his nose nbd, no shame, it's kinda gross but he's brought a gift so it's alright. "gokuderaaaa," not stinkydera, he tries really hard, not today, "lambo-san got you somethin'." we don't know where he got it. we don't want to know where he got it. but lo and behold: a fat bag of 'weeds', festively sealed with one of his favorite froggie stickers—it's wearing a birthday hat! don't smoke it all in one place, and remember to share with your buddies, now.

“I…….. hm.” He took the bag, cutely-adorned and clearly worked at for a while. That was. A lot of weed. That was like a lot of marijuana. He was set for a good long while now, sure, and it was a good gift, theoretically. “Thanks, little dude. I am starting to think people are right about me being a bad influence.”

[rakeinthelake]

@gyuupyo​

the goose runs along the destroyed streets, looking for safety, but seeing none.

but, what it does see is a little cow print, afro’ed toy on the floor. being the responsible (mostly klepto) goose it is... it picks up the toy in its beak. the toy is strange though. for one, it feels soft and alive. it’s also extremely sticky with a slight smell of farts--but the goose perseveres, for this toy would look dashing in its new hidey hole whenever it finds it.  

[starspin]

BABEY MOO MOO CURIOUSLY SNIFFS

“the fuck are you?” whispered shock at the appearance of the vaguely cow adjacent entity. upon closer inspection brought by the close proximity and johnny’s own allowance of such, he realizes that it’s a child of all things, people really. that only makes a situation all the stranger and insistent sniffing increasingly so. he doesn’t have it in him to feel bad for his previous cursing given that it seemed warranted at the time. “are you looking for food or something? i don’t have anything. i don’t even have pockets.” 

[auricdirge]

⊗ MOO MOOS

Send me ⊗ for 3+ headcanons about your muse and mine

giorno sees a lot of himself in lambo, in a sense that he can tell they came from very similar backgrounds at the base of things. there’s just certain ways lambo reacts and certain things lambo says and giorno just knows and that makes him so upset and disappointed in people. it makes him want just scoop lambo up and carry far away from all that, and giorno does, as best he can anyway. it’s the primary driving force as to why he treats lambo with such kindness and patience besides the fact that lambo is a child and should be treated as such anyway. giorno just ya know, wants to be a sort of safe haven and someone that lambo can unquestionably trust and actually be able to go to if he needs to; kinda like what giorno himself didn’t necessarily have. 

on a happier note! giorno doesn’t care if lambo curses around him and actually thinks it’s really amusing and is amazing lambo creative potty mouth. giorno doesn’t curse that often, but he doesn’t not do it; if anyone actually paid attention, they’d notice that he does so more around lambo. not because lambo elicits that out of him, but because lambo doesn’t know how to properly use all those words yet and someone has to teach him as neatly as possible. 

giorno now has a small section of his wall dedicated to all the of the artwork lambo has given him, and he likes to put the date he got the picture of the back so he can remember. he always makes sure to tell lambo what a great job he did and say thank you for the nice gift, because it really is a nice gift. 

[ilbronco]

❝ You’ ready to try on your own now , Lambo ? ❞ After a fifth turn around the skating rink with the young Vongola wedged on top of his shoulder’s , Dino glanced up to a view of slightly leaky nostrils and a candy floss smeared mouth , awaiting the verdict .

❝ It’s really easy , I’ll even hold your hands to start with if you want ? I’m sure you’ll be a pro at it n no time . ❞

@gyuupyo ROARIN’ BOREALIS SKATING RINK

[hiercs]

babey stand???

Softly but with a lot of feeling. “Please don’t tell me this is another baby with a Stand.”

[rvbbithvrt-blog]

"lambo-san drew you a picture. s'a bunny!!" and what better memory to model from than that one time those monster cats invaded golden?? never mind how terrifying it looks; the killer rabbit with its sharp teeth is chomping something that,,, seems to be a blue-haired primo pineapple,,, x's for eyes, comical tongue sticking out, red crayon for graphic blood and everything. jesus

“Lambo...!”

There was nothing disconcerting about the cute-turned-violent artistry, at no point was Enma put off-- like how he watched horror movies most of his guardians couldn’t even stomach because he’d just seen so much worse in his own life, but on a child’s scale. “This is the best bunny I’ve ever seen!” Every detail was perfect, it was almost restorative to see his worst fear made cartoonish and jokey and at the mercy of a soft cute creature. Lambo was an artistic genius, actually.

“..I have to get a fridge, so I can hang this up on the fridge and see it every day..”

[ziodie]

dreamscape ep. 2 // @gyuupyo

         iron cook inaba, huh? now that he thinks about it, kanji could’ve destroyed the competition in one blow. but alas, the girls had something to prove... especially after the school trip incident. representing the male team was none other than his senpai, and he couldn’t ask for a better representative. kanji remembers this night vividly -- everyone huddled around the kitchen with rice and eggs flying in the air. a cool summer’s day -- perfect for a celebration of a case closed. or that’s what they originally thought. but nonetheless, kanji looks back to this memory fondly. he just has no idea that it was something more than a dream.

         ❛ one sec, i gotta take a leak, ❜ kanji announces to yosuke who was watching the competition beside him.

         “Why the hell do you have to tell me that?” yosuke replies quite annoyed. but kanji’s already up and headed to the restroom. it wasn’t too urgent but after watching some of the ingredients rise and his senpais threw into their omelettes... he’ll want to have an empty stomach. 

         what the blonde wasn’t expecting to find in the dojima’s restroom was... a particular cow child. eyes widen as he forcefully shuts the bathroom door behind him. his voice raises in surprise but mostly embarrassment. ❛ lambo?! dude! i don’t remember ya bein’ here! ❜

[bretttal]

hhheeehe [taped a dog tail to his pants]

he picked up lambo’s scent long before he heard the pitter-patter padded feet. thankful enough, the waddling calf does not reek today. glancing over his shoulder, he catches sight of the baby boy, snickering, sneaking up behind brett with a finger up his nose.

brett does what he is supposed to do -- pretending not to notice -- and goes on stirring his mac and cheese to upbeat radio tunes. he remains calm when the proud trickster tapes something to his pants. 

“ who’s there? ” he asks, feigning ignorance as he picks the boy up in one arm.

he’ll allow it just this once.

// @gyuupyo

[dvvouring-blog]

"heeeeey, hey mister mariachi! lambo-san is giving this to you!" we don't know how he got his hands on it, but it's a gucci jacket, actually stylish and almost as extra as mukuro. he doesn't know its worth. it's probably trash to lambo; brands and high fashion are too inconsequential to him (for now) but the color scheme's reminded him of mukuro. in return for that credit card, it's only fair.

“oya, oya, you’ve outdone yourself, little one.” truly, fully outdone what any eight year old should get his hands on, actually. someone was teaching this boy theft on a higher level; what a terrible turn of events. hopefully someone would stop that mysterious influencer soon!

“this can’t be genuine,” xe commented to no one in particular, kneeling down and lifting the jacket daintily from lambo’s hands ( it was even clean, a miracle worthy of the event itself ), and let out a delighted little coo. “it is genuine. oh, we are going to make a proper criminal of you yet. should we get you measured for a little kokuyo uniform, too?”

a quick glance– no one around. mukuro patted lambo’s head softly, fringes of affection seeping through. this was not kokuyo-level attachment as xe joked, but only because he did not need it to be. “you’re better than they give you credit for, lambo. do try not to let the mafia consume you, mm?”

[foxtheft-blog]

▤ babey fall asleep on he

▤ = falling asleep on them .

Finding a child lost within the Bamboo Grove isn’t how Kurama expected his day to go, but he’s been alive long enough that the surprise of it wears off quickly. He’s encountered wayward children before after all, and while he barely batted an eye at them in the past, he feels the need to at least make sure this one doesn’t get hurt or even more lost than he already seems to be. It’s probably Kurama’s newfound empathy making the decision for him, but he doesn’t mind. It isn’t as though he has pressing matters to attend to any time soon. 

The child, Lambo, he learns rather quickly, is amusing in the way children often are. Easily excited and easily bored in the same breath and unafraid to speak their minds. It’s a sort of honesty Kurama doesn’t experience in very many people, so it’s rather entertaining even if it results in him just nodding his head not really understanding in the first place. At least it’s rather easy to keep Lambo relatively calmed down and in one spot after indulging in a bit of exploring and questions about whatever plants the child picked up and shoved under Kurama’s nose to look at. Lambo gets the treatment of Kurama recounting an extremely censored story from his past as a bandit in the guise of fairytale involving demons and traps and treasure at the end of it all. He isn’t surprised to see Lambo fall asleep at the end of it all, curled up and drooling and more than likely tuckered out from whatever he was doing before Kurama stumbled on him.

It’s then the demon realizes that he never asked who Lambo’s guardian was or where might he find someone to look after the boy. Oh well, hopefully, the nap won’t be too long; he can ask afterward.

MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOUR MUSE… - ( ACCEPTING )

[f-umo-blog]

NOTE: The following post will mention ( @ ) several of Gokudera’s allies. I don’t expect or need replies to this post, thus grouping it all together: Gokudera is giving the same thing to multiple people, and putting it all in one post makes the most sense to me! The first mention will give full explanation of what’s being given, but otherwise you can skip reading the full thing at your whim (everyone will be given similar explanations of how to use it).

If you do want to reply I am totally down for it, and you’re welcome to mention me in a new post or send an ask or anything else! If not, if you could hit me with a like to lemme know you saw it that’d be chill!

　　 ◆ * This project had been a long time coming, had been started before several of the currently-present Vongola had ever arrived, and had been delayed in no small part by everyone’s sudden transferal to a fantastical realm at war-- wherein Gokudera’s project had been left in his room at home, components spread out none too neatly in spite of his otherwise stalwart cleanliness. When he’d returned he’d been pleasantly surprised to find things untouched, and after a long ass nap and about a pack and a half of chain-smoked cigarettes he’d gotten himself right back to work putting together the finishing touches.

It hadn’t been too long since they’d returned, but they all seemed to have gotten back to whatever counted as normal in their daily life here anyway, so it took some measure of planning to reach out to them all in turn. He had already approached all with their true Vongola rings to attach the apparatus, though he hadn’t been fully clear about the purpose yet; and to those he had passed out the replacement rings, he hadn’t mentioned having a purpose at all.

@ilbronco :

The easiest to seek out was incidentally the only one not of the Vongola Family, but there was no way Gokudera could leave him out of this particular loop. Entering Dino’s office during work hours, he offered a short “sup” and waited for Dino’s work to come to a suitable lull.

When it did, he dropped a dark metal ring shaped in the visage of a skull on Dino’s desk. “Been workin’ on this for a while. It’s an early warning system-- kinda like a panic button. When anybody’s in trouble, they can alert everyone else without too much effort, and send out a beacon. Since you don’t have a Vongola ring...” He grinned a bit sheepishly. “I made you one instead. Just twist the skull to the left and it’ll set off the signal.”

He pulled out his phone and leaned over to show Dino what he was doing. “I developed an app for it too; I dunno if people will be able to use this part of it before they get internet privileges, but the ring side should still work regardless.” He twisted the gift ring to demonstrate, and his phone lit up, vibrated, with a notification at the top that said “ALERT: DINO”. Opening it found a distance marker in numbers (0.0km) and a red dot right on top of him that said the same: ALERT: DINO. Unfortunately, where it looked like there should be a map, there was only a blank texture. “This place’s map doesn’t seem to work... normally, so it’s just distance right now. And if you set it off by accident, there’s a chat function in the app to let people know you’re okay, or to talk to everyone about who’s on their way.”

He was pretty proud of his achievements here, making good on an idea he’d wanted to find time to act on even before arriving in this shithole, but he tried to contain his cheer for now. “The app is private, you have to have the password to download it, so-- uh.. try to keep it to yourself? I’m only trusting this to Vongola, and... not even Squalo, right now. Maybe after it’s out of the beta phase, I dunno. Point is, I’m, uh. Kinda trusting the lives of the Vongola to you. So.. thanks for being worth that trust, I guess.”

@itsmoistyams :

“Hey, there you are!” It was on his way to the next stop that he ran into Yamamoto, a lucky grab that he’d been planning to just call and meet up with at the end of the busy day ahead of him. “Been lookin’ for ya. You know that feature I added to your ring?”

He gave Yamamoto the abridged version of the explanation, knowing he would work it out better on instinct himself once he had the basics down. For him, though, there was a moment of brief silence after, before Gokudera put a hand on Yamamoto’s arm, mood serious.

“Seriously... I want you to use this. No matter how dangerous it is, if you’re in trouble, use it. I won’t be the only one who comes running. ..I promise I’ll use it, too. No stupid pride when shit hits the fan.” A bit embarrassed by the mood he’d brought on, he broke it with a clap on Yamamoto’s shoulder. “Call me if you get some free time tonight and we can hang!”

@caligosum :

“Pretty simple, right?” He’d just handed over Chrome’s skull ring, delighted to find it matching her aesthetics as well as he’d expected (they’d been made in his own aesthetics, to be fair, but he and Chrome had some great fashion overlap). “I know you’re tough, but it works two ways, so don’t hesitate to use it to call for help either!”

There was a beat of silence. “But, uh..” Another, he glanced around; they were in Chrome’s own condo, and he was searching for evidence of the resident demonic presence. Whether or not Mukuro was here, Gokudera couldn’t tell, but his reaction was the same anyway. Bluntly, with only partially forced cheerful casualty: “Please don’t let Mukuro use the app! I don’t like him!”

@gyuupyo :

It was with some curiosity that Gokudera found Lambo not too far from Chrome’s apartment-- wasn’t this a bit far from anywhere he was supposed to be? Not that Lambo had ever cared much where he was supposed to be; that pioneering spirit could be a real pain in the ass, but for now, it had worked out in their favor.

“Oi! Stupid cow!” The ‘nickname’ was out before he’d even thought about it, catching up to kneel down next to the titular cow. “You still have that ring I gave you?” He pulled out a spare he had configured just in case (though it wasn’t configured for Lambo specifically, as he was more worried about someone else having tossed it than the actual kid, which was saying something). “It looks like this, but yours should still be in your hair.” Hopefully.

“I told you it’d be important, right? It’s kinda like your bazooka. It won’t bring you anywhere else, but if you turn the skull at the top--” he demonstrated, and immediately pulled out his phone to hit the cancel before anyone saw the odd notification. “If you turn it like that when you’re scared, someone safe will come to help you. You don’t have to worry about being left alone, okay?”

@yunyield :

Gokudera’s last stop was different, in that he didn’t make it for a few weeks more: He had promised Hibari some peace and quiet for a bit, and he wouldn’t be the one to break that for something Hibari wouldn’t even want. When he did arrive, however, the spiel was largely the same, except for how he handled the ring.

He held the same spare in his pocket, already with Hibari’s name on it, because honestly, there was no reason to think Hibari had kept the original. He wasn’t stupid, but neither was Gokudera, most of the time. He had learned that, maybe, honesty was the best policy with a carnivore.

“So if anyone runs into an enemy they can’t handle, they’ll turn the ring,” he demonstrated without turning it enough to set it off; Hibari got the idea, “and you can decide if it’s worth your time. There’s a chat function but it’s only available when someone sets off their beacon, in case it’s an accident.”

As for how Hibari wanted to handle his own ring, that was up to him: If he’d ‘lost’ it, and wanted it, he could say as much and get a spare. If he wasn’t sure, maybe he’d keep it, and have it as a last-ditch effort if things went south. Or maybe he would call Gokudera an idiot and forget about the whole thing; at this point, who fuckin knew what that dude was thinking.

[riicinus]

lambo-san heard it was mister white man’s birthday. lambo-san will give you this pretty flower he picked *fuckin waddles up and places a dragon arum stalk on byakuran’s foot*

Children weren’t typically allowed to approach Byakuran, back home Bluebell and Yuni were as close as it got and anyone unapproved of a young age was literally not allowed inside the Gesso base to begin with. It was something he had come to take for granted, he now realized, as the toddler in a jumpsuit that couldn’t have been washed recently approached him, grubby little hand grasped around the stem of a flower.

He nudged the flower with his foot lightly, nose scrunched up mildly in distaste, and gave a curt “thanks.” before the scent of the chosen flower wafted up to him and his eyes widened. What were the fucking odds of him getting an unpollinated dragon arum? This had to be on purpose, right? Not even a child could miss that smell–

…Surely the Vongola wouldn’t miss… one guardian…

[betrayou]

TACKLEHUGS HIM

Accepts the hugs with the greatest of pleasure—-regardless how snotty. 

[auricdirge]

“gio-gioooo.” heheee. heheheee. something drifts through the ever-creaking, ever-widening sliver of the door. it is??? a whole flock of balloons!!! all kinds of colors and animal shapes, streamers, confetti!! and dangling at the ends of their strings, cinched by the waist and floating into the room, is none other than:

          Surprise is an understatement, whether it’s at the sight theballoons or their attachment to Lambo is up for debate. More than likely a curiouscombination of both; Giorno is used to Lambo ferreting his way into the condo beit by window or door at this point, barely batting an eye when catching cowprint in his periphery. How the child managed to get all those balloons aroundhis waist and drift purposefully into Giorno’s room is the true mystery.

         Not that he’s given much time to dwell on that when the songstarts, childish and definitely thought up on the spot, but that’s what makesit all the kinder isn’t it? After all, Giorno had mentioned his birthday as onoffhanded remark, not expecting it to be remembered—never expecting it to be remembered—buthe supposes Lambo found it important enough to remember. It’s very, very sweeter.More so than Giorno thinks is deserved, but it’d be rude and ungrateful to sayso. Kind gestures are few and far between in Giorno’s own experience.

           “Thank you, Lambo. How did you know I likepudding?” He says this like he doesn’t have pudding cups just stashed in the refrigeratorfor easy snacking; Lambo obviously paid attention to something. “It’s a verywonderful gift nonetheless, as are the balloons.” Speaking of, he makes a grabfor said floating child before someone ends up accidentally out the window. “Theseare much cuter than the ones we saw when we first met. Maybe we can dosomething nice with them.”