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i missed pucci’s birthday but ….. here’s my piece for @holymanzine! you can get it here! it’s good! https://tictail.com/holymanzine/holy-man
llcebaby:
News of the teenager’s arrival hadn’t come as a grand surprise to the manservant to hear, the frequency of visits compiling in his mind from their initial shock, now to an expected occurrence. Skepticism, caution was only natural from the overtly protective sentry – a situation beyond his reach in which Lord DIO threw himself into without a moment of hesitation. How unlike him it was.
Faith would be what ultimately released the shackles of doubt from the Egyptian’s back, the words of trust and endearment he was permitted to glimpse on his leader’s end solidifying his own notion of acceptance to the outsider: who would he be to doubt the one he followed so blindly?
The time and date relayed to him had been noted, the presence of the teen expected that night. To his surprise, only the footsteps of the orderly butler and himself would fill the halls. Skepticism he carried to the irregularity would thaw to the racing strides of time pushed between the youth’s journey, hours of extended wait placed aside for the following afternoon. Needless to say, Vanilla Ice had found his guard to rise through each ticking second.
Hours would pass by on a steady rhythm. Five in the afternoon had been his last glance at the grandfather clock in the hall, the tasks he jumped between keeping his mind entirely occupied. It hadn’t been long preceding the more trivial events that one particular turn would leave the man standing in the path of the expected face.
He hadn’t heard the other enter, likely permitted on the butler’s hand to venture towards the less affable agent from within.
Dark eyes were hooded, calm while they studied the smaller frame from head to toe. Irritation was a brief tug on his brows at the more informal utterance of his title – he would allow it to slide for this occasion.
A curt dip of the head suggested genuine acceptance to the greeting, arms settling neatly by his flanks while he met oak brown hues. Intelligent, driven. Vanilla would study such makeup.
“Welcome, Enrico Pucci. You’re late.”
A characteristically harsh, yet harmless observation. The bigger man gave a faint tilt of his head while he allowed his frame to settle. No need for intimidation, nor threat – he knew his place, even without the external reinforcement.
“Hm, things have been well. No problems too grand–”
A pause on pleasantries. Vanilla gave a fleeting gesture back up to the stairwell, intensive eyes not leaving the other for a moment. There was no purpose in delaying curiosities.
“– Lord DIO is resting for the time being. I expect he will begin to stir at around seven.”
“You are free to do what you wish in the meantime.”
✞ Pucci did not miss the other’s small expression of irritation, but this did not bother him. Out of all the colorful characters that DIO hung around with, Vanilla was one of the ones Pucci trusted the most. He was incredibly loyal to DIO, and he felt that no man who cared so much for the vampire would harm him, the one he would go to Heaven with.
Vanilla interested Pucci. How far did his devotion go? Where did it come from? Pucci wanted to reach inside his head and read his disc, but that was an impulse he was not going to act on. Even if he wanted to, he was still learning how to cooperate with Whitesnake. He wasn’t sure if the Stand would actually listen to him at the moment.
“Not by choice, I assure you. There was bad weather in Florida.” When wasn’t there? “Still, I apologize for my tardiness.”
Pucci followed Vanilla’s up the stairs. Of course he was asleep. It was still light outside. Pucci felt like he should get some rest before DIO awoke. Even with the time change acting in his advantage, his travels had left him tired, and a nap would help him make it through the night. But, he could spare a few minutes. He was alone with Vanilla Ice, and Pucci wanted to know more about him.
He was a curious teen. He liked to know how people worked. He was amassing quite a collection of memory discs, even a few Stand ones too.
He turned his attention back to the other.
“Thank you. I’ll be out of your hair soon,” he’d retire to the guest room, “but I want to ask you a question, just out of curiosity. If DIO asked you to, would you die for him?”
justachildofthemoon:
Jonah looked over at Pucci and nodded in reply before speaking.
“I suppose you’ve got me,”he said with a chuckle, smiling at him with a soft, kind smile, “I’m from Florence actually, well I grew up in Florence. My mother was French though, but her step-brother is Italian and I grew up with him.”
He looked Pucci over for a second to read his body language as he spoke before looking him in the eyes. Jonah’s eyes were a brilliant orange like his father’s had been before he had turned into a vampire. He felt like he could trust him somewhat, enough to share a bit about himself anyway.
✞ Pucci’s face lit up.
“Small world. I’m American, but my family is from Italy, Venice in particular. I used to visit every year.”
There was something... familiar about the other. Now that he was getting a better look at him, Pucci felt like he recognized the shape of his face and a glint in his eyes. He reminded him of his dear friend. Even all these years later, everything about that man was still fresh in his mind
He held out his hand. “I’m Enrico. It’s nice to meet you.”
To the sky, to the earth, to the moon, to the sea To the sun, to the stars, to the dream you become Nothing left to lose,Nothing more to prove With wings of gold You’ll fly away
Art Trade with @cymetrie ~
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“The most important thing is, you got to give the people what they want, even if it kills you.”
“You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me.”
“Life is a series of closing doors, isn’t it?”
“Am I a good person?”
“That’s the problem with life, either you know what you want and you don’t get what you want, or you get what you want and then you don’t know what you want.“
“There’s nothing for you behind you. All that exists is what’s ahead.“
“Family is a sinkhole, and you were right to get out when you had the chance.“
“I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.”
“You didn’t know me and then you fell in love with me. And now you know me.”
“Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets”.
“We’re just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less.”
“I don’t think I believe in ‘deep down’. I think that all you are is just the things that you do.”
“You were born broken, that’s your birthright.”
“You know what your problem is? You want to think of yourself as the good guy.”
“you’re a selfish goddamn coward who just takes whatever he wants and doesn’t give a shit about who he hurts. That’s you.”
“You know, it’s funny… when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”
“I’m sorry, alright? I screwed up, I- I know I screwed up.”
“You can’t keep doing shitty things and then feel bad about yourself like that makes it okay! You need to be better!”
“You are all the things that are wrong with you.”
“Fuck, man. What else is there to say?”
“We’re not doomed. In the great, grand scheme of things, we’re just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten.”
“The only thing that matters is right now, this moment, this one spectacular moment we are sharing together.”
“I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.”
“He’s so stupid he doesn’t realize how miserable he should be. I envy that.”
“It’s not about being happy, that is the thing. I’m just trying to get through each day.”
“I can’t keep asking myself ‘Am I happy?’ It just makes me more miserable.”
“It takes a long time to realize how truly miserable you are and even longer to see it doesn’t have to be that way.”
“When you do bad things, you have something you can point to when people eventually leave you. It’s not you, you tell yourself. It’s that bad thing you did.”
“It’s so cruel to let people love you. All you’re doing is promising you’ll one day break their hearts.”
“One day, you’re gonna look around and you’re going to realize that everybody loves you, but nobody likes you. And that is the loneliest feeling in the world.”
“There are some people you can’t save. Cause those people will thrash and struggle, and try to take you down with them.”
“ Hey, I wanted to talk to you about… you know. I feel bad about what happened.”
“I don’t forgive you.”
“No. I’m not gonna give you closure. You don’t get that. You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it’s never, ever going to be okay!”
“You have to believe me. I did everything I could.”
“I had a good life, but what I needed then was a friend! And you abandoned me. And I will never forgive you for that.”
“Now get the fuck out of my house!”
“ Look, I’m sorry about all the stuff I said about you earlier.”
“Do you… do you think it’s too late for me? I mean, am, am, am I just doomed to be the person that I am? “
“I, I, I need you to tell me that I’m a good person.”
“I just wanted to tell you that I know. I know you want to be happy, but you won’t be… and I’m sorry.”
“ What more do you want? What else could the universe possibly owe you? “
“I want to feel good about myself. The way you do. And I don’t know how. I don’t know if I can.”
“If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”
“ You can’t just disappear. You really hurt a lot of people.”
“In this terrifying world, all we have are the connections that we make.”
“It’s so sad that when you see someone as they really are, it ruins them.”
“You like being there to rescue me. Because it makes you feel good about yourself.”
“ You know that I don’t do the whole love thing. Either you end up hurting someone or they hurt you. So what’s the point?”
“ Uh…. Oh, god, I’m drowning. I feel like I’m drowning.”
“Hey, we have all done shitty stuff before. Most of us aren’t as proud of it as you seem to be.”
“It doesn’t get better and it doesn’t get easier.”
“I can’t keep lying to myself thinking I’m gonna change, I’m poison.”
“I come from poison and I have poison inside me and I destroy everything I touch. That’s my legacy.”
“I have nothing to show for the life I have lived. And I have nobody in my life who’s better off for having known me.”
“You’re gonna wanna kill yourself, and there’s going to be no one left to stop you.”
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(I want a thread where one of the Stardust Crusaders finds Pucci after they defeat Dio. That’s the good good right there.)
@llcebaby
✞ Ever since Perla died, Pucci’s life seemed to revolve around when he and DIO could meet. Whenever he got a long weekend or could skip a few days of school, he would fly down to Egypt. If he couldn’t get away, then DIO would come down and visit him. It had been some time since he last saw the vampire, so Pucci was eager to see his friend when he arrived at the mansion. He had traveled light, bringing nothing more than a backpack.
Unfortunately, he was late. Very late. His plane had been delayed, which meant he missed his connecting flight, which meant he missed his bus... It quickly snowballed. Pucci was supposed to arrive last night, but he ended up arriving the next day in the afternoon, and when he entered the mansion, DIO was either out or asleep, Pucci wasn’t sure which.
It wasn’t long after he arrived that he ran into Vanilla Ice. Pucci was no stranger to the mansion, but he spent most of his time with the vampire. He was only vaguely aware of the other inhabitants. What he did know about Vanilla Ice was that DIO valued him for his loyalty and devotion.
He reminded Pucci of a dog, always at his master’s side.
“Vanilla, how are you? How have things been since I was away?”
if anyone in the gang was a devout catholic i think it should be mista.
@justachildofthemoon
✞ Pucci had the day off, and he had decided to spend it in the city running errands. His eyes perked up when he heard someone speak with an Italian. It had been years since he had last visited the country, and hearing the language made him a bit homesick. His family used to travel to the country every year to visit their relatives, and he missed the country.
Peculiarly, the stranger soon continued speaking in an American accent. Pucci was feeling friendly today, so he decided to try and strike up a conversation with the stranger.
“Excuse me, are you from out of the country?”
@kindersturm
✞ It was late at night. Pucci had awoken from a dream about his sister, and sleep had eluded him sense then. In an attempt to get his mind away from the past, he had decided to take a stroll.
He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, and he was lost in his thoughts. His mind was drifting back and forth between his childhood and the network of minions he was cultivating in the prison. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed a strange woman, and in his sleep-deprived state, he spoke without speaking.
“Are those horns?”
@foxglxved
✞ It was busy today. When his time at the prison ended, Pucci liked to visit this restaurant to relax, eat, and read as he wound down. His favorite spot, somewhere in the back where he wouldn’t be distributed, was taken. Most of the seats were taken, in fact. The hostess gave him the choice of either waiting half an hour or taking a seat at the bar, so he picked the later.
He was seated next to a woman who appeared to be in her early 20s. He doesn’t pay much attention to her at first, but he soon picked up on a few abnormalities.
When she opened her mouth, he could see fangs.
She was not breathing, at least not like a normal human.
There was something off, and it was something Puuci recognized.
He had spent time with a vampire before, and he recognized the signs. He grew slightly excited. Anything that reminded him of Dio intrigued him.
“Busy today, aren’t they?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.
(Let’s try this one more time. Like for a starter y’all)
✞ “Sometimes I think humans would be better off not being able to love. There is no greater pain than a broken heart.”
fairladyjoestar:
Continued from here.
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Joannia warily sat up. She was still tired but offered the man before her a soft smile. “Yes, I think so… Though I’m not sure how on earth I got out here.” She stated with a troubled frown. “I had been on a journey with some friends to find my adoptive brother. We were camped out in the wilderness and now I’m here..?” She explained to him.
The man seemed friendly enough, perhaps he had seen something. Some one had to have taken her and dropped her off here, right? How else could she have gotten here.
✞ “I see.” It’s a strange sight and a stranger story. Who camps out in the wilderness anymore? He feels sorry for the woman. Getting separated from loved ones causes a large amount of heartache. With a gentle expression, he offers his hand to help her up.
“Would you like me to help you find him? What’s his name? I work in a nearby church, so I know most people in town.”
Pucci keeps tabs on them. He knows the secrets of every sinner in his diocese. He uses this knowledge to his advantage.
@fairladyjoestar liked for a starter!
✞ Pucci’s family was in England for the summer. His sister had been overjoyed to leave the country, and she had dragged their parents downtown to go shopping for clothes and old books. Pucci had wanted to sightsee, so he had decided to wonder around by himself. He had been lost in thought when he came upon a beautiful, gorgeous house, and from the size of it, he knew it had to belong to someone important.
There was a woman standing close by, so he asked, “Do you know anything about the family that lives there? Are they in politics?”
Pucci always liked to know who the important people were.