#m.doppio

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@xgodlike // x

‘ n- no, i swear. ‘ doppio has his hands held up defensively against his chest, an act of surrendering and surely anyone could call him a spineless coward. the underboss couldn’t quite put his finger on why he had even decided to meet eye contact with the stranger, but he just felt something for a moment and it happened. he swore he was not trying to pick a fight or anything, this guy was huge and he’d be beaten to a pulp. 

‘ i didn’t mean to stare so long, i don’t really know how that happened.. honest! ‘ he reassures the stranger as he took a few steps back for his own safety, what a problematic guy to run into in the middle of a mission given by the boss. he had to get rid of all the traitors while he was still undercover,  no one was permitted to oppose the devil. the man doppio swore his undying loyalty and life to.  

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@spiicegrl

hes pointing at random photographs of toys in the printed parents magazine, hues shifting between trish for any sort of reaction and than back at the photographs while his index finger lazily pointed at it. trish was the boss’ daughter, and diavolo had instructed him in overseeing her safety, so some toys she liked would keep her happy right?

‘ uhh, how ‘bout this? ‘ the pink-haired inquiries absentmindedly, as if expecting a reply from the child, referring to the soft toy of a chubby, cartoon cat. babies liked cute things right? beside him is a pile of magazines, mostly complied from the other members who were utterly confused for sure. one side were the ones they’ve went through, and beside were the ones they haven’t.   

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💏 [ teleports behind u hewwo strawberry ]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours… // @consiglierii

3. …goodbye.

loneliness was a scary thing once one grew accustomed to company, knowing how comforting and warm it felt to have someone around, the thought of not having anyone around was something strawberry avoided. it sent shivers down his spine, body trembling in fear at the very idea. if they were destined to grow apart by the hands of death, he would have wished he never met to save him from the void eating him inside out. 

he would plead that death take him instead, the other meant the world to him, it was unfair and the feelings he felt were too foreign for him to describe. they ate at him, nibbling away at his sanity bit by bit, ugly sobbings as a sniffle escaped his hoarse throat every few seconds, hiccups and ruined makeup. no matter how messed up he seemed, he knew grape would have never left him alone. 

death was nothing new to him, murder was one of the many sins he committed on a daily basis, and a majority of his victims never left the world in a pleasant manner. he justified it for the sake of sacrifice for the people he cared for, grape and his boss. strawberry was a tainted soul from every angle one could see, it did not take a judge to determine where he would end up in the afterlife, hell, for all the lives he had taken on morally questionable grounds.

it would be wrong to argue that he deserved to have any sort of companionship in his life, before grape was a boss he had never met face-to-face in his life, convenient memory wipes had left him with a headache that always prompted him to not think. the harder he thought about himself, his own wants and needs, his dreams, the more painful those headaches got. 

he had sworn his loyalty to tomato, but as time went on spending time with the alternate version of himself, the more strawberry had gained his own personality separated from the thoughts of the boss. he was gaining more individuality, he was himself before the boss’ great assistant nor was he like the other, they were each unique. 

in the apartment on the bed that they shared together, the pink-haired underboss hugged onto the other’s waist desperately as he cried loudly, unable to differentiate dreams from reality in his delusional fit, ‘ don’t go. ‘ he begs quietly in the sea of silence around them, choking for breath as he suffocated in the tense atmosphere. he presses a desperate kiss on his lips, to savor what time he had left with him before letting go. its hard, he feels his heart beat painfully against his chest, being overwhelmed with feelings he didn’t know how to deal with, thoughts of the future had planted a seed of hopelessness into him. 

strawberry could feel his grip on the other loosening, its been pulled apart by some unknown force, and he doesn’t want to say goodbye. was this real or was he trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from? he didn’t want to risk it, grape was his first friend, beyond their uncanny similarities and the past that they shared, he found someone he could genuinely love.

all the memories he had stored in the physical form of photographs slotted into an album for the time that a day like this would arrive, something he had loathed and avoided thinking about the whole time. strawberry treasured it like his life, it was as important as the diaries he wrote ever since he had been a child. he didn’t want to forget about grape, even if the universe was reset as time was moving at a rapid pace and the world was accelerating around them.     

’ i- if.. you have to go.. ‘ he manages to cough out from between his crying, an arm reached out but he can’t quite tell if the very tips of his fingers would reach grape, whether it was a futile attempt or not he doesn’t take into consideration. strawberry hues are glancing down onto the wrinkled sheets and messed up blankets, the apartment room smells static and unused for awhile now, curtains closed save for a brief gap that let some air escape through. 

‘ please remember to call me again, i’ll miss hearing your voice. i’ll miss seeing you. i’ll miss you, i’ll miss you– i.. ‘

will i.. see you again in heaven?

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@bizarrepaths // from here

there was no malicious intent nor much thought given to the gesture as the underboss casually took a seat beside the other, free to be rejected with a single word if he so wished, doppio had sworn his undying loyalty to the boss after all. how long has it been? when did they first meet? even he can’t recall, but to live in the present was already a luxury. arms kept to themselves as he makes sure not to intrude too much. 

though the following reply given to him earns the raise of an eyebrow, strawberry hues blinking absentmindedly as moments were given to process the rare offer he could choose for. simultaneously perhaps out of habit, he doesn’t wish to have his hopes too high, to reach for the stars was but a fool’s dream. past a generous past spent in thought, he finally speaks up.

‘ ..you think so? ‘ he hums out almost embarrassed despite what the compliments refer to, ranging from murder to torture. it was moments like these that helped to justify all the inhumane actions he has done for over a decade, if sacrificing a number of people who inconvenienced diavolo would satisfy the devil and earn him praise, who was he to deny? he knows his actions are wrong, but at this point nothing will provide them salvation. 

‘ i’m fine with whatever you want. ‘ 

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@morteesigarette

he’d think their conversation would have ended there from the brief moment their eyes made contact, the underboss had thought nothing of it besides the usual suspicion that fell upon himself as it did on the other. an eyebrow was raised in curiosity at the proposal, this invitation out to drink with the assassin, someone with the guise of an insignificant teen in the position of a lowly grunt. he wonders what prompted the invitation, and weighing the pros versus cons, it would be strange to decline. ( he’d had no excuse, mainly. ) 

anyway, this was a good opportunity to give a proper assessment on one of the members from la squadra, there’s been rumors of them going traitors for a good while now. he might learn something from this encounter, speaking to an individual was definitely more advantageous than the whole group. he would be outnumbered easily, judged by way too many, this was a much safer ( albeit slower ) route to take. 

‘ you, uh, a regular here? ‘  doppio inquiries while glancing around, the bar’s oddly quiet with a homely atmosphere to it. as much as he travels around the country, they were strictly for work and not leisure, he never finds himself in cafes or the like. it was a.. pleasant surprise.

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👫 (fruit boys 😎)

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship // @consiglierii

1. strawberry keeps diaries of his daily life and side notes, but its all written in symbols and childish doodles that don’t make a lick of sense to the average person. as a child, he never fully learnt how to read or write languages well, but he can speak and understand perfectly fine. he is usually very short-tempered about anyone at all even getting close to them, all of them have been piling up over thirteen years, only the earliest ones got burnt in the fire.

 strawberry is comfortable with explaining what he wrote inside to grape, since he straight up gets memory losses of conversations he had just a minute ago, so his writings are messed and done fast. anyone else, even trish, he would be very hesitant to even share, but grape (+ the diavolos) are the only exception to this insecurity rule of his.  

2. whenever he gets the chance, strawberry shows affection through physical gestures since he isn’t good with words. this includes cuddling, hugs and whatnot, it just gives him a sense of comfort and he feels more relaxed when there is company he can trust around. this occurrence is rare, frankly because the underboss doesn’t trust anyone besides the boss himself, so he really treasures the rare relationship he has with grape. 

that’s why strawberry is protective of grape to an extent, while the urge isn’t as strong as when it comes to tomato nor is it part of his duty, he will also willingly kill people who hurt, scam or harass grape. he is morally grey, whatever strawberry considers just means it is not wrong to him. 

3. while most other people would be apprehensive about meeting an alternate universe version of themselves, strawberry is very welcoming to the existence of grape. strawberry is lonely, and before that his only real ‘friend’ was tomato. during his childhood, he willingly would take anyone as a friend, and that’s how he got taken advantage of to getting bullied and abused. 

he’s more cautious around people ever since then, but grape is basically him with his own personality quirks, ups and downs, so strawberry knows he can trust him. they have similar experiences without a doubt, and maybe memories.

4. strawberry takes photographs of them if given the chance, just to remember important moments that they had gone through together. it could be as stupid as doing a dumb pose beside a food mascot, but strawberry doesn’t want to forget the time they spent together. before meeting grape, he never bothered or thought to carry a camera around, but now he brings a polaroid with film everywhere he goes.

the photos taken go into the diaries too, with the date written by him at the bottom, and maybe a few scribbling of them on the page it was pasted in. whether grape likes it or not, he still sneaks in a photo whenever he can, so some of them are moments where grape is just blocking his face or just straight up blur. strawberry keeps every single photo.  

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@resolvebled

‘ say what? ‘ he questions at the accusation, though doppio hates to admit that what salaries anyone was getting had never been any of his business. to be specific, it wasn’t in his case or position to care... the boss was called boss for a reason after all. his words were the law in passione essentially, at best the underboss was his most trusted subordinate who did his bidding. 

‘ you sure you’re not just trying to get more money than the rest? ‘ there’s obvious doubt in his tone, but if it were true than it’d be a real concern. wasn’t boss a fair and amazing person? he wouldn’t do that..

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(nourish) the strawberry uwu

Symbol meme starters. // @consiglierii

(nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink

had he not seen grape with his own eyes, strawberry would have never believed in the existence of alternate universes, it was a tough concept to wrap his head around. there was no doubt that they were indeed the same person, yet there were subtle differences that suggested otherwise as well. were their pasts the same as well? he had thought to inquiry, if grape could remember about the fire or the events that happened in egypt, perhaps even their parents. did he have a biological father, or was their mother a living virgin mary?  

‘ –huh? ‘ strawberry’s gaze had been pinned onto a dismembered corpse, a fresh kill of a traitor. of course, he has no qualms getting rid of anyone if it were for the boss, and strawberry was under the assumption that they shared the same superior. the tips of his fingers were drenched in blood, little splatters here and there on his palm and the sides, the murder weapon had been a butcher’s knife. he was no skillful cutter, the way he had killed them was akin to torture, slowly but surely shredding them apart. 

there’s mild surprise as the glint in strawberry hues lit up again, as if snapped out of a hypnotic truce, as he turns to face grape instead. they were located in one of the many bases scattered throughout italy, the rebel had refused to speak and it was wasting both of their time. lips curl into a small smile as he drops the knife beside the detached pile of limbs, skin unwrapping to view the flesh and organs beneath. 

‘ oh, you got us some strawberries? ‘ the underboss hums in delight at the realisation as he was about to grab one from the box, likely bought from the grocery store not far down the usual path, before he notices the crimson liquid tainting fingertips. a sigh exhaled, ‘ wait, give me a sec.. ‘ as he steps away to the sink, to rinse his hands dry, the blood dissipating into the water as it flows down the drain. 

palms clapping against each other in anticipation like a child about to grab a snack, he walks around the corpse and the drying puddle beneath it, someone else from passione could clean up this mess, that was what the boss paid them to do anyway. instead he proceeds to grab one of the fresh strawberries from the pile. while munching on his own, he grabs another and shoves the slimmer end at grape’s mouth in a playful gesture of sharing, ‘ –thanks! ‘ 

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@cremisidiviso

its a surreal dream where his mind decides to recount the past he cannot remember out of his own will, the world is burning all around and there are screams that play like a broken record, one sniff and the smell of ashes was so prominent. its suffocating and he can’t breath, people around him dancing while the hellfire never ends, when did this start and how did it escalate so far? he doesn’t know, but his heart beats painfully against his chest and there’s adrenaline racing through his veins.

his body isn’t even moving how he wishes for it to do so, instead it feels more like he was watching a memory through the eyes of someone else, but this was the fire he had read and heard about off of the news. his village, a place he called home for years, its residents and structures burnt to cinders, theres nothing left but a barren wasteland. he isn’t sure how he knows it was exactly that event from almost a decade ago, everything feels so familiar yet foreign. 

glancing left and than right, there was nowhere left to run and his parents are absent from sight, his body frozen in place as the pleads for help grow louder and desperate, begging him to help them as their skin melts with muscle and fats left to keep the flames going till there are only bones left. he swallows a lump of air as he forces himself to keep breathing, his mind is making him stay alive and circulating air through his lungs. 

the longer he lingers around, the more likely he will join them soon enough, the carbon dioxide would knock him out unconscious eventually if the flames didn’t get to him first. though he can’t bring himself to escape and fend for himself yet, his mind wanders off worriedly to the thought of his parents, even though he knows they are likely dead. a part of him wishes to rush back to their home, or stupidly run through the flames in search of them on the notion of hope that they were still alive.

yet a part of him knows it isn’t true, and with halfhearted determination he feels a force grabbing at his wrist and tugging him to safety, someone he could not see. their face was blacked out from the shadows and only the yellow, orange and red highlights from the fire in the surroundings lit up anything, and he barely recognises the familiar shade of purple. in this time of urgency, he doesn’t have the luxury to think further into those thoughts, but instead they are stored in the back of his mind. 

footsteps quickly come to a screeching halt as a corpse on fire approaches onto the escape route, the path between the sea of flames as endless sparks rose into the sky and at this point he almost feels like he can deafen out those horrifying screams. it was such an eerie thought, to be desensitized enough to filter out the suffering of others for his own sanity, how else would his mind cope with the fact that he was being selfish? he didn’t want to die, even if the rest were doomed to their fate. it mutters incomprehensible gibberish, the structure of bones showing as their flesh melted like wax, before they topple to the ground.

at this point all the sensations feel so real. the smells of burning flesh as the sight of lit bodies containing fat made for human candles, mouths yelling their pained music on their departure to the next world, his shaky posture as charred fingertips nervously fiddled with each other, and the only exit out of this hell was nowhere to be seen. the black smoke rising, it never ends, and the figure he had thought would help him merely stood there.

words choked in his mouth, nothing comes out besides a pathetic and rushed whine, why were they standing around just to die? why had he led him into a deadend, a bricked wall too tall and steep to even think of attempting, two pile of bodies belonging to different people resting at ground level as a trail of finger and palm prints of bloodied hands desperately trying to escape decorated the man-made wall. a wall meant to protect them, it trapped them in a box with no chance of escape. 

there’s a sinking feeling in his gut as the boy hesitantly turns to glance over his shoulder, and all he sees is a cloud of nothingness. coughing uncontrollable as his body tries to push out all of the carbon dioxide, the black smoke obscures everything before he can’t see anything anymore. in a void of pitch black darkness, his anxiety grew tenfold as he reaches out, if there was a ground beneath his feet or something in front of him. nothing, nothing, he feels nothing, but he hears a voice. 

...

‘ ..hey? hey?! can you hear me? ‘ strawberry calls out for perhaps the fifth time, growing increasingly worried when he realised the heavy amount of sweat his twin was drenched in, struggling to breath with his expression so pained as his eyes remained closed. he knew something was wrong, but nothing he did seemed to wake the other up. holding grape’s hand tightly despite at a loss on what to do after several attempts, he pulls the purple-haired male into a hug while chanting its okay. 

‘ its alright, its alright.. okay? keep breathing, i.. don’t know what you were dreaming about.. i wish i could. ‘ strawberry’s voice fades off near the end as his grip on the other remained firm as if afraid that he would lose him, giving the other a few reassuring pats on the back using his free hand as he leaned against the end of the bed frame. its midnight and the only thing illuminating the dusty old apartment was the moonlight. 

‘ it must have been painful.. but i’m here for you! you can.. you can cry if you want, crying making me feel better after a bad dream.  ‘ 

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“i have depression, karen.”

memelord sentence starters // @thottiestmafiaboss

……. what does that mean???? 

left hanging and without further context, strawberry could only have narrowed pink hues and tilted eyebrows to color himself an expression of confusion. who was karen? why did he suddenly announce that he had depression? –he had heard about it before through word of mouth and the newspaper. depression was like.. the difference between two elevations right? yeah, something like that. 

in conclusion.. he was karen? perhaps… this was some form of roleplay. strawberry doppio tries to imagine who the other one in the couple would be, who was karen’s husbando? he stirred his mind for any sort of name that could fit, that was what he was going to refer to grape right? like.. a house roleplay? maybe he was just lonely today, he could relate.

 ‘ can’t you just stand on a stool or something? ‘ strawberry questions hesitantly, after a moment of pause and consideration, acting the timid wife role or at least he would make a valid attempt to. he still hadn’t come up with a name yet, but ending his question on that note would be too abrupt and strange. 

‘ i mean.. uhh.. jerry? we’ve been married for.. um.. five years, i promise i love you! just stand on  a stool if you feel depression..?! ‘

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🎀 (for Doppio from Diavolo :'D )

Soft Affection // @bizarrepaths

🎀 Play with your muse’s hair

in this gloomy apartment where curtains shield them from the public eye, sunlight shines through the minuscule gaps in between, its the only thing that lights the room save for an unscented candle the underboss had lit up prior. its a daily tradition that he does, after he was done for the day with bloodied hands that no amount of holy water could ever cleanse, the strawberry-haired male would pick a candle out of the many boxes he has and light it up with a match. such a simple habit provided warmth and a sense of security, momentary peace for a fading mind, it minimized the shadows and the things only he saw.

very same flickering flame could be wiped out anytime with a simple breeze, so fleeting and brittle despite the strength it holds when oil is poured as fuel, the thought had always intrigued doppio. he takes a deep breath as pink hues drifted from the object of interest onto the other, the very man he had sworn his undying loyalty to, abandoned by god he had deserved to serve the devil himself. from the very start, heaven had abandoned a hopeless child like him, doppio understood that. instead of his own life being a priority, he places the passione’s boss as his immediate concern.

as the underboss takes a seat on the edge of their bed with fingers absentmindedly fiddling with each other, strawberry hues lazily eye on the other, his head tilted to the side in confusion when he feels a familiar bone structure, worn fingers delicately loosing his hair tie. pink hair falling to the sides due to gravity, its a foreign gesture that reeks of affection, attention that he rarely was ever given. doppio was left to stare, but the act turns to comfort and pleasurable, the pleasant feeling of fingers gently brushing through his messy locks. its feels nice and he subconsciously hums out a purr in response, its rare times like these that he is given to luxury to forget about all the sins he has done. 

though there is only silence between the two of them, it isn’t the deafening kind like a sea of silence to suffocate in, it isn’t the type where his words would be caught in his throat and only pathetic noises escape in reply, and doppio has the smallest of genuine smiles, lips curled slightly, only tugging lightly at each end. its something that doesn’t happen much, but a welcome change.

’ thanks boss, ‘ he finally spoke softly, his voice mildly hoarse from how he neglects taking care of his own health and diet for diavolo, but that was not going to stop him from living in the moment, any day could be his end. ‘ can i.. brush your hair too? ‘

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@spiicegrl ll from here

elder’s smile dampens, he curiously glances back as trish calls out to him, a single eyebrow raised in confusion as he fully faces her. the fact that she doesn’t speak for a few moments only made him further question if his ears were working properly. maybe doppio had just misheard? it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, he’d hear many noises in his daily life that others couldn’t, it was impossible to differentiate. 

‘ huh? the way i write? ‘ he repeats after her when she finally responds, just to double-check that she had indeed requested that. the underboss interprets it as trish, the boss’ daughter,  actually wishing to learn more about him. of course who was he to deny her? diavolo had entrusted her safety and wellbeing to him, and even beyond that she was one of few he had grown accustomed to. 

lips curl into another childish smile, its sinister how innocently pure it was. had no one known he was the underboss of passione, the boss’ closest and most trusted subordinate. he fidgets a little, what exactly did pericolo teach her?  ‘ y- yeah, sure, ‘ the pink-haired replies as he steps forward to retrieve back the book from her hands, page settled onto the one with his scribbles.

he’s obviously anxious, not that he knew himself but body language gave away. its the first time hes talking about himself, not in relation to the boss or anything, just plainly doppio vinegar. it felt strange. he points at one of the gibberish doodles, ‘ this is a dolphin and a cat, i thought you might’ve like it, ya know? ‘    

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Look into my eyes + joseph or doppio UwU

Send “Look into my eyes” & My Muse will BOLD What They See! ll @resolvebled 

‘ deny it all you want, i think you’re a pretty cool guy! ‘ 

I SEE:

Absolute Conviction  |  Aggression  |  Ambition  |  Anger  |  Anxiety  |  Apathy  |  Arrogance  |  Bloodthirst  |  Bravery  |  Compassion  |  Confidence  |  Conflict  | Courage  |  Darkness  |  Defeat |  Denial  |  Desire  |  Despair  |  Determination  |  Devotion  |  Disappointment  |  Distrust  |  Dominance  |  Emptiness  |  an Enemy  |  Enlightenment  |  Envy  |  Excitement  |  Exhaustion  |  Elitism  |  Experience  |  Fear  |  a Friend  |  a Future  |  Gentleness  |  Greed  |  Grief  |  Guilt  |  Honesty  |  Honor  |  Hope  |  Hostility  |  Ignorance  |  an Illness  |  Insecurity  |  Integrity  |  Intoxication  |  Kindness  |  Lies  |  Loneliness  |  Longing  |  Loss  |  a Lover  |  Loyalty  |  Malicious Intent  |  Mania  |  Melancholy  |  Misery  |  Negativity  |  Overcompensation  |  Pain  |  Paranoia  |  Passion  |  Perseverance  |  Pettiness  |  Pity  |  Positivity  |  Pressure  |  Pride  |  a Purpose  |  Racism  |  Regret  |  Resentment  |  Resignation  |  Resolve  |  Sadness  |  Self-Hatred  |  Sexism  |  Shattered Remains  |  a Shining Light  |  Something Familiar  |  Spite  |  Stress  |  Stupidity  |  Submission  |  Tranquility  |  Trauma  |  Trust  |  Vengeance  |  Warmth  |  Wisdom  |  Wrath  |  a Cry for Help  |  Something Eating Your Mind  |  the Years have Changed You

YOU’RE:

Animalistic  |  Approachable  |  Broken  |  Closed-Off  |  Cold  |  Crafty  |  Crazy  |  Defensive  |  Devious  |  Difficult  |  Disheartened  |  Emotionally Detached  |  Frightened  |  Frightening  |  Genuine  |  Guarded  |  Headstrong  |  Heartless  |  Human  |  Immature  |  Impatient  |  Inhuman  |  Insane  |  Intuitive  |  Lost  |  Mature  |  Noble  |  Patient  |  Pitiful  |  Primitive  |  Pure  |  Reliable  |  Remorseless  |  Reserved  |  Resourceful  |  Short-Tempered  |  Simplistic  |  Sly  |  Soft-Hearted  |  Struggling  |  a Threat  |  Trapped  |  a Troublemaker  |  Trusting  |  Understanding  |  Unique |   Unpredictable  |  Unwavering  |  a Victim  |  Wicked  |  Feeling Vindictive  |  Guilty of Something  |  Hiding Something  |  Lost in Thought  |  Planning Something  |  Scared of Me  |  Scaring Me  |  Someone I can Trust  |  Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore  |  Someone to Fear  |  Someone Worthy of Respect  |  Weak to Manipulation  |  Weighed by Something

YOU:

Aren’t Being Yourself  |  Belittle Yourself  |  Don’t Want to Hurt Me  |  Don’t Want to Leave Me  |  Drown Yourself in Something  |  Feel Alone  |  Feel Empowered  |  Have a Plan that Involves Me  |  Have No One Else to Turn to  |  Have Nowhere Else to Go  |  Have Seen Some Things  |  Haven’t Been Sleeping  |  Lie to Yourself  |  Lost Faith/Trust in Me  |  Lost Something/Someone Important  |  Need Me/my Help  |  No Longer Believe Me  |  See Me as a Thing  |  See Me as Someone Else  |  Seek to Hurt/Harm  |  Seek to Manipulate  |  Think Highly of Yourself  |  Think I’m Hiding Something  |  Think Little of Yourself  |  Think You Know Best  |  Want to Hurt Me  |  Want to Protect Me  |  Want to Sleep with Me  |  Want to Use Me

(AU) Younger Doppio

I SEE:

Absolute Conviction  |  Aggression  |  Ambition  |  Anger  |  Anxiety  |  Apathy  |  Arrogance  |  Bloodthirst  |  Bravery  |  Compassion  |  Confidence  |  Conflict  | Courage  |  Darkness  |  Defeat |  Denial  |  Desire  |  Despair  |  Determination  |  Devotion  |  Disappointment  |  Distrust  |  Dominance  |  Emptiness  |  an Enemy  |  Enlightenment  |  Envy  |  Excitement  |  Exhaustion  |  Elitism  |  Experience  |  Fear  |  a Friend  |  a Future  |  Gentleness  |  Greed  |  Grief  |  Guilt  |  Honesty  |  Honor  |  Hope  |  Hostility  |  Ignorance  |  an Illness  |  Insecurity  |  Integrity  |  Intoxication  |  Kindness  |  Lies  |  Loneliness  |  Longing  |  Loss  |  a Lover  |  Loyalty  |  Malicious Intent  |  Mania  |  Melancholy  |  Misery  |  Negativity  |  Overcompensation  |  Pain  |  Paranoia  |  Passion  |  Perseverance  |  Pettiness  |  Pity  |  Positivity  |  Pressure  |  Pride  |  a Purpose  |  Racism  |  Regret  |  Resentment  |  Resignation  |  Resolve  |  Sadness  |  Self-Hatred  |  Sexism  |  Shattered Remains  |  a Shining Light  |  Something Familiar  |  Spite  |  Stress  |  Stupidity  |  Submission  |  Tranquility  |  Trauma  |  Trust  |  Vengeance  |  Warmth  |  Wisdom  |  Wrath  |  a Cry for Help  |  Something Eating Your Mind  |  the Years have Changed You

YOU’RE:

Animalistic  |  Approachable  |  Broken  |  Closed-Off  |  Cold  |  Crafty  |  Crazy  |  Defensive  |  Devious  |  Difficult  |  Disheartened  |  Emotionally Detached  |  Frightened  |  Frightening  |  Genuine  |  Guarded  |  Headstrong  |  Heartless  |  Human  |  Immature  |  Impatient  |  Inhuman  |  Insane  |  Intuitive  |  Lost  |  Mature  |  Noble  |  Patient  |  Pitiful  |  Primitive  |  Pure  |  Reliable  |  Remorseless  |  Reserved  |  Resourceful  |  Short-Tempered  |  Simplistic  |  Sly  |  Soft-Hearted  |  Struggling  |  a Threat  |  Trapped  |  a Troublemaker  |  Trusting  |  Understanding  |  Unique |   Unpredictable  |  Unwavering  |  a Victim  |  Wicked  |  Feeling Vindictive  |  Guilty of Something  |  Hiding Something  |  Lost in Thought  |  Planning Something  |  Scared of Me  |  Scaring Me  |  Someone I can Trust  |  Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore  |  Someone to Fear  |  Someone Worthy of Respect  |  Weak to Manipulation  |  Weighed by Something

YOU:

Aren’t Being Yourself  |  Belittle Yourself  |  Don’t Want to Hurt Me  |  Don’t Want to Leave Me  |  Drown Yourself in Something  |  Feel Alone  |  Feel Empowered  |  Have a Plan that Involves Me  |  Have No One Else to Turn to  |  Have Nowhere Else to Go  |  Have Seen Some Things  |  Haven’t Been Sleeping  |  Lie to Yourself  |  Lost Faith/Trust in Me  |  Lost Something/Someone Important  |  Need Me/my Help  |  No Longer Believe Me  |  See Me as a Thing  |  See Me as Someone Else  |  Seek to Hurt/Harm  |  Seek to Manipulate  |  Think Highly of Yourself  |  Think I’m Hiding Something  |  Think Little of Yourself  |  Think You Know Best  |  Want to Hurt Me  |  Want to Protect Me  |  Want to Sleep with Me  |  Want to Use Me

[heartshredded]

"You...lost your phone?", Josuke questions as he saw the boy trying to look for something around the rock. He didn't recall seeing a smart phone lying around this area. "What does it look like? Are you certain its here?"

‘ yeah, why would i be askin’ if i didn’t? ‘ doppio chimes back as if the response was obvious, giving a momentary gaze of confusion toward the other like he was a weirdo before he went back to rummaging through pebbles and stones on the ground. kneels bent as he leaned forward, impatience drawing thin quickly. god– he needed to keep in touch with the boss, he couldn’t let boss down..  never never never ever. 

( maybe i dropped it somewhere? is it with that stupid cab driver? i should’ve killed him, but boss said not to. ) thoughts and thoughts in an attempt to recollect an hour before, doppio kept drilling his mind and all he could feel coming was a piercing headache. while the occurrence was not rare, he might get some pills for them someday if he ever remembers. 

‘ uh, it’s black, kinda like a walkie talkie.. i mean what else would a phone look like? ‘ –and doppio was growing annoyed now, about to go on a rant until he hears something familiar. unbeknownst to himself it was him making the noise of a call, the strawberry proceeded to pick up a short and thick tree branch to place beside his ear with his back turned from the stranger. 

something something.. keep a look out for traitors and a low profile. that was the mission, all he needed to know. hoping his call with boss hadn’t been eavesdropped, doppio tries to act normal again as he faces the other. maybe.. he could change the topic as he drops the tree branch back onto the ground. he doesn’t even realise his makeshift phone was out of his grasp already. 

‘ technology sure is amazing huh? i didn’t think you could find a phone here. ‘     

// @jojolionisms

[heartshredded]

@lytiphile

there has been word that la squadra sought out to turn traitor for awhile now and with how much the boss dislikes ever getting involved with cioccolata and secco at all, the underboss found himself under the guise of a pushover teen with the position of a lowly grunt in passione’s hierarchy as per usual. while the boss’ orders and wishes are as good as law to him, he doesn’t strictly comply, but getting rid of traitors has been something he’s done without remorse for over ten years. 

though he rather not have anything turn violent, instead spending the time to actually speak with one of them, any of the members would do. if there could be confirmation that rumors were simply rumors than there would be no need to resort to drastic methods or trouble the boss himself,  thus he would have a rather pathetic demeanor in front of the other. 

’ um- ‘ a hesitant call to catch his attention, ‘ you’re melone right? i’ve been told to.. issue your capo some orders from the boss, but i can’t find him. ‘ he explains with an awkward brush of an index finger against his jawline, speaking a complete lie. ‘ do you know where he is? ‘