#myargentavislove11

[nessieartss]

OMG NOT SUKUNA DOING THE 'Hey~' I'M DED XDDDD

lmaoo, it was actually yuuji's idea that one time for their movie night to watch spider-verse, sukuna hesitated at first because "aren't these for kids?" (sukuna's into indie, biographical, horror and drama movies) while yuuji answered back with, "bro, just shut up and watch." (he consumes everything by the way)

and already half an hour into the movie, sukuna's blown away. he loves it so much that his cringe ass did the hey thing the very first day he met megumi, all with the smirk and everything.

yuuji took a mental note to always warns his brother before he goes around and embarrasses himself, but i guess sukuna never cares about such a thing lol

[son1c]

Ok. So. An explosion SO BIG it shatters THE UNIVERSE ITSELF.

When a star dies it creates a Supernova.

A Supernova creates a black hole...

Life, Death, Metamorphosis and Rebirth all at once.

How long till' the black hole consumes EVERYTHING?

ohhh that's an interesting theory... if it's really a black hole that'd be insane tbh

[sonicboomseason3]

I read a fic where Boom!Shadow sounds like that bc he had a cold and Amy (Who secretly gets along with) went to his cave to give him cough syrup and chicken soup, it was cute and in-universe would be a hilarious chance to change his voice to someone who doesn't sound like he's been chainsmoking for the last 50 years XDDD

okay so like. i dont. i dont hate kirk thorntons shadow voice, or at least not always? i think he sounds fine in season 2 of boom, or at least better than in season 1? i think he can do an okay shadow when given the right voice direction which unfortunately doesnt always happen

that being said im not above slipping in a cough drop joke in which his voice clears for 30 seconds before going back to how it usually is. turns out he sounds like that because the air quality of the village. its very sad.

[raghadayyad]

PALESTINIAN MICU 🍉

This is Miku A Palestinian Student👩‍⚕️🇵🇸

I hope this trend will help me as a 20 yrs.o girl from Gaza studying Pharmacy, trying to complete my education, but the war has prevented me.

Any contribution from you, whether by donation or participation, will restore my hope to achieve my dream after I lost it due to the ongoing war on Gaza.

I lost an academic year and now the new academic year has started, and this causes me great sadness and makes me lose hope in completing my education in the College of Pharmacy and I feel that my dream has become impossible. Please make my dream come true, do not let me lose hope.❤🍉🇵🇸

@communist-hatsunemiku @neptunerings @israel-isracist @myargentavislove11 @maddiebiscuits @mnyehlike @mycatissecretlybatman @mynnthia @aakipple @ardentpoop @arachnomurid @sunshineposts5 @oregonblues @miku @mikuloverblog @mikumoduleoftheday @mikufigureoftheday @mikuheritageposts

[argentavislovewritesyay]

Monsuno fandom come get your food

[andy-wisp]

Oh! That's

No pressure tags:

@gracieblood @myargentavislove11 @dollynotapolly + anyone who wants to join!!

Making a chain cause why not!? Hdisiwisjs

Put your name/nickname in the Character Headcanon Generator and see what you get!

Link!

Erm...so-

@starsinthenigth @mxnaceo @duckp0t + Anyone who wants to do it! (No pressure)

[headoverjojo]

Where’s our goodnight smooch? AHHH I CAN'T ಥwಥ

Mama bucci is best mama

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THIS IS SO PRECIOUS HELLOOOOOOOOO

[nessieartss]

Hear me out

Kabedon Sukuna

BUT MEGUMI'S TWINK ASS DOES IT TO HIM BY ACCIDENT XDDD

And Sukuna be like:

Oh.

Lmaooo hell would freeze over before megumi would do this but I like the idea so much 😭. Im gonna post it in the next ask-answer because you guys almost had the similar idea and I had to combine them lmao

edit: added the drawing here

[son1c]

Shadow be like: Escaped mind control from his alien dad.

Then another attempt at gaslighting and brainwashing from Mephiles.

Now here comes Sonic who broke the universe, got him trapped in the voidTM, broke him out but also incidentally got him turned into an evil forest spirit via simbiosis and killer migraines that grows murder alien plants with a simple touch like a reverse Princess mononoke Nature Spirit

at least his suffering is ✨ aesthetic ✨ this time

[deadpoolsmom]

(tags via @myargentavislove11)

“I want you to kill me.”

[dongiovannaswife]

You know that Gio's hair became blond when he awakened his Stand, right? Now imagine if GE was taken away in an attack, leaving behind his user with a long, bright dark mane on his shoulders...

As far as I know (or understand what happened lol) Giorno’s hair is a characteristic inherited from Dio (I think Jotaro said something like “that comes from Dio’s genes”?) BUT reading this ask inspired me. I know it’s not a request, but I mean, this is gold. And I want to comment that YES FUCKING YES! Gio would look good with black hair —not like blond doesn’t suit him, no, but I mean, it’d be interesting to see how it gets solved, how it happens, and all that. Another note before we start: this happens 12 years after Vento Aureo. Giorno’s s/o is a capo from passion; female pronouns.

The door to the mansion flew open. Three figures —the one in the middle significantly bigger than the other two— stepped over the door, the smaller men struggling to carry the man in the middle, mumbling curses under their breath as the steps descending the stairs thundered around the lobby, making the storm outside sound like nothing.

“What the—“

“(Y/n)!” breathed out Mista, sweat dripping down his forehead as he and Fugo maneuvered one last time to let Giorno fall on the couch with a loud thud and… Not a single groan of pain or relief from him.

“Please,” started Fugo, kneeling in the floor to catch his breath, “bring the first aid kit—“

She huffed, not exactly mad, but worried. “I need to see if we’ll need something else so I can ca—“

The lights turned on with a flick of the light switch.

The man in the couch barely breathed, form hunched over himself, not enough to curl around himself, but enough to let his head fall forwards and expose the dirt in the white shirt and the cuffs around his elbows; the cuts in the palms of his hands and the blood falling in the carpet, staining it. He seemed out of breath.

But he didn’t looked like Giorno Giovanna.

He had black hair.

(Y/n) turned to the men in the floor, confusion written all over her face.

“What happened?”

Fugo snorted bitterly; an angered, sad smile making his lips twitch upwards and fall again with a huff of exhaustion. “He… lost his stand. His soul, technically.”

Silence.

“Do we have a culprit?”

It was Mista’s turn to huff and look down at his gun with a miserable expression. “Yes. But he’s stronger than us now —if Giorno lost his Gold Experience Requiem, what makes you think we won’t lost our stands, which are regular ones?”  

Giorno’s voice, usually grave, proud and strong like a lion’s groaning now low, raspy and tired: like a dying lion in the coliseum after falling against a gladiator.

“Before Gold Experience disappeared from my conscience he told me he can’t use the stand he gets, only recollect them. Don’t let Ghoul touch you.”

Fugo’s eyes opened with wonder, mouth falling open. Mista’s eyebrows furrowed, hand inside his pocket in a nervous gesture.

“Gio?” she asked carefully as to not scare him, getting closer. Upon touching the armrest of the couch, she sat down beside him. Shaking hand trying to reach for his. “Do you—“

“What makes you think he’ll gave it back? I doubt he’ll say oh I’m sorry mister, here, have your soul back.” Fugo snapped finally, standing from the floor. It was unclear what came over him, maybe the pent up frustration and the lost sight of Giorno’s eyes, now grey in the lack of a soul. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and without soul, there’s nothing.

Giorno’s resolve is still there, somehow. Inexplicably. Maybe it something that comes from deeper, or maybe it’s a family thing.

“Who said he would want to give it back? We’ll make him want to.” Mista interrupted, saving Giorno from talking more; he kept curling around himself in desperate need of something not clear yet.

She finally took the Don’s hand helping him lay down, and upon hearing his tired huff, she looked at the men. “Call Vittorio —he’s perfect for this mission; tell him to bring his team.”

Fugo nodded, and followed by Mista, both rushed out the room.

 

 

Three hours later and with the fourteen men from La Squadra di Esecuzione and their leader standing now in the lobby of the mansion, the last preparations for the mission started.

Before leaving, Vittorio entered the Don’s bedroom after knocking at the door and having permission to; the man in the bed looked weak despite his muscular form: the dark hair in a man bun at the nape of his neck, grey eyes lost in the walls, staring at the pieces of art hanging from the walls.

It made Vittorio sick. He was used to the powerful, strong and composed Don. Always sitting straight with a leg crossed elegantly over the other and a calm glint shining through the teal eyes: the man in the bed had nothing in common with him. But Vittorio knew he was still there when that determination flashed through his eyes when he looked at him, eyelids falling, mouth dry and undying resolve.

“I trust you with this, Ventura.”

Those words, he could swear, would be written over his heart.  

Two hours later, they were hunting down the bastard. And after receiving deep cuts from one of his men’s stands —and taking three stands more, leaving those three men out of the fight— Vittorio finally stood before him. Breathless after what he would call a dramatic fighting scene from a movie, and an anecdote he’d tell in future reunions; that, if he made it.

“What makes you think you’ll kill me?” he asked. Murolo’s reports said his name is Cornetto; the rest the history of a life full of incidents. Infortunes that lead him to seek the criminal life. Vittorio didn’t felt shame for him.

“What makes you think I’ll say something like that? —kiddo, if there’s something you should know is that, in this business, we don’t say that until the work is done. Only then, when you lay in the floor, we tell you; when you can’t hear us anymore.” Vittorio’s smirk grew as he saw Cornetto groan and summon his stand; it looked like a reaper; long extremities, black cloak and empty eyes.

The stand approached him fast, claws exposed under the light of the day and a deafening cry before Square Hammer appeared in a green glint. The papal ferula swinging in the air, spreading with it grin smoke.

“My soul is not tainted for I have already sworn loyalty to someone else —you cannot have my soul; Square Hammer won’t let you, and neither will him. Now, Cornetto, this just became a strategy battle. Just like nature, the wind blows, the flowers float away and the strong hunts the weak. It’s how things are.”

Cornetto’s face concerned in terror as his eyes made contact with the stand’s one.

 

They say a soul weighs only twenty one grams, but for Vittorio, those twenty one grams made his chest feel some sort of relief. Carrying the core essence of the Don was something he never thought he’ll do, and still, he found himself being escorted back by his men: Square Hammer’s hand holding the sphere of light with shimmering light around it, observing it closely every now and then, humming and muttering something as his usual growl.

 

“Try calling him out, boss.”

Giorno sat in the end of the bed, sweat dripping down his forehead and hand clenching around his shirt as the pain from his soul entering his body back slowed, grey giving up under teal.

“Don’t pressure him, Vittorio.” (Y/n) answered, hand on her hips and eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“It’s— it’s okay, cara.” Giorno’s voice, progressively gaining back its qualities answered as he threw his hand back, bringing the sheet of the bed to his lap. Then, closing his eyes and picturing what he wanted to make.

A gasp made him open his eyes and find in his lap a small golden retriever looking up at him with big and playful eyes.

When Gold Experience Requiem finally appeared at his side, leaning over his shoulder and bowing at (Y/n), Giorno’s hair have already turned golden again.    

[redbeanboi]

Gio: 'I didn't drank that much last night' Giu: 'Patri, you asked mother if she was single, when she showed you her ring you started crying' Gio: '...Oh'

omg

[wri0thesley]

1) You trick La Squadra into doing chores and saving water and electricity as a result: Ghia takes it as a competition and dust the place like no tomorrow (bc Ghia x water= ICE DISASTER) Pesci when he isn't nervous, is great al laundry and very organized, Forma takes out all the trash and heavy things while you praise how strong he is, Pro isn't satisfied with how you do the dishes and takes over, they end so pristine you feel guilty eating on them-

2) Melone and Illuso see right through your scheme but Illuso gets the chance to rearrange the furniture the way he likes while Melone gets a second room all to himself to do his weird experiments, then you help Risotto organize his paperwork (Is so much you have a newfound respect for your boss) later the rest find out you tricked them but can't complain about it because the place looks perfect and comfortable once again XD

i am incredibly BAD at housework but i would happily organise risotto’s paperwork for him! these boys really need to get better at taking care of their house

[andy-wisp]

NOOOO I DON'T WANNA MARRY FUCKING JUMIN HAN I HATE HIM

@fullcrusadetree @myargentavislove11 @strawberry029 @jasperkitty15 @anotherwatchedninja

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle

[fro2tbyte]

these horns are mine go get your own >:[

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[australet789]

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awww thanks!