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@mystiicsm
ᴊᴊʙᴀ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪɴᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴇɴʀɪᴄᴏ ᴘᴜᴄᴄɪ, ᴅɪᴏ ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏ. ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ 21+ . ꜱᴇᴍɪ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. 18+ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ. ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ
@sakrosanctum is new jjba blog. at the moment mostly focusing on Pucci but also including DIO and Alt Diego Brando. may put some other muses on there later ! setting it up now
aha what if i ..made a pucci blog.. ahaha i jest..unless?
do i .. come back w a diego or dio blog.. hmm
memelord sentence starters
“i have depression, karen.”
“step the fuck up, kyle.”
“spoopy”
“is that a marijuana? in my good christian suburbs?”
“wow, what a dad.”
“what are thooose?”
“go back to sleep and starve.”
“[slams oven door rhythmically]”
“i said, whoever threw that, your mom’s a ho.”
“catch me outside”
“wake me up. wake me up insiiiiiide (can’t wake up).”
“mmm whatcha say”
“never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down”
“tfw no gf”
“girl, you’re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal”
“[looks into the camera like in the office]”
“if your name is ___ and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hands”
“kazooo”
“when will they return from the skeleton war?”
“sorry sweaty :)”
“brother may i have some oats”
“the floor is genuine love and affection”
lunamnix:
BEEP. BEEP. TAP TAP TAP. screen illumination the only source of light within the confides of his apartment , colour shining onto his pale complexion , rapidly changing with every button , every scene change and animation —— many computers lay around him , wires circling the boy who sat in the centre of the electronic mess. his ringing phone sat idle , the boy tsking and waiting impatiently for it to stop. seriously ? near was good , but he wasn’t that good —— money could buy the best , he supposed. oh well. he would just have to change his security around. maybe that way , he’d stop trying to get in touch with him.
❛ ah , crap—– ❜ the rapid pounding on the door catches his attention at last , hands working quickly to move the many wires out of his way as he goes to grab his goggles. despite the fact that many take away leftovers remained scattered , he was certain that he still had a good few minutes before his delivery came. besides , he always met them downstairs , not by his door … weird. he might have been suspicious , if he cared enough. instead , he’s mumbling to himself and fumbling with his wallet as he approaches the door.
❛ do you guys look at the delivery notes , or is that just for show—- ❜ he stops. pauses. as he opens the door , he is met with someone else. someone he hadn’t been expecting to see. his breathing momentarily halts , widened eyes hidden behind messy hair and tight goggles.
❛ MELLO ? … ❜ social situations like this aren’t his strong point , not even for his best friend —– former ? ah , crap , he’s not sure anymore. there’s a lump in his throat and he can feel his palms become sweaty , but he manages to tilt his lips into an awkward smile.
❛ don’t suppose you actually got that milk you went to get five years ago ? ❜ humour too isn’t much his strong point , and the boy’s cocky grin diminishes when he finally takes in the rough appearance of his friend. ❛ that’s … new—- are you alright ? shit. dude. uh , come in. ❜
the blonde huffed out a laugh - barely. one that could be mistaken for annoyance if it weren’t for the small quirk of lips. any trepidation he may have felt - melted away at his friends. weak - attempt at a joke. it was good to see that matt hadn’t changed - much. “ what? - never been blown up, matt? i’m feeling just peachy -” sarcasm easily drips from his words , lacking malice - a second nature to him. a quirk that only grew stronger during his time away from whammy’s , his confidence - cockiness. only reinforced from his position in the mafia - recent incidents only dimming it slightly. heavy boots - cross the threshold of the apartment. eye’s - eye. adjusting to the dim light - screens casting blue over the room. illuminating the many gadgets spread throughout - cords , wires, computers littering the floor. actual litter too. and that familiar lingering smell of cigarette smoke - damn. is this what their dorm would’ve been like if roger hadn’t enforced such strict rules ? he never thought he’d say this, but thank god for roger.
“ damn matt, you live like this? “ turned back to face his old friend - eyebrow raised. it's less of a judgement and more - his way of breaking the ice.
here’s johnny
FENRIS ⋮⋮ @mystiicsm ‘s anders : “It’s totally not pathetic that I’m on [fantasy tinder] right now…” ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • ┈┈ ⛧ ┈♛ ♛ ┈ ⛧ ┈┈ • ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
❛ yes , it is. ❜ never one for subtly , brows furrow with a moments disgust , tone low and words smoothly executed. the elf truly wished for hawke’s presence , as the conversation with the groups more politically spoken mage takes a turn. he finds a desire need to slowly sink into the bottle of wine currently left unoccupied on the table , the taste bitter and bland , different to those he’d found in the manor , and while he was no stranger to drowning away his sorrows , it wasn’t exactly a new found hobby of his. he grunts out a sigh , head in hand as he diverts his attention away from anders , hoping he’d just … stop. ❛ astonishingly , i don’t want to hear about your affairs in the dating department. keep it to yourself. ❜ fenris opts to take a rather large swig of the bottle. any distraction would do. ❛ it’s not a thought i wish to dwell on any longer then necessary. ❜
ignoring the elf across the table , the one he’s talking at , rather than with - anders takes another deep drink from the second bottle. bartender opting on just - leaving them on the table. seeing no point in filling cups that would be drained just as quickly. justice - may not let him get drunk anymore. but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try ! he was, sure - he was starting to feel something. maybe the spirit was taking pity on him - allowing him a moments of peace. and on this makers forsaken day he needed it.
“ you know - i used to be real popular with the girls.” a large gulp - was that numbness he was feeling in his fingers ? maker hope so. “ - and guys , elves - that one dwarf .. and now look at me , i’m here , worse yet, with you. “ it just served to remind him. how much he'd changed - the cause was worth it. he’d sacrifice his love life a thousand times over - to assist in ending the mage plight. but he couldn't help but feel that nostalgia for a past life. he’d been expecting others - on the pretence that being alone. on this day. hidden in the sewers - was far more pathetic than spending it with friends. aveline - he could understand. and isabella was sure to be - busy. but the others? varric? maker - he’d even put up with merril, right now. “where’s hawke? i was at least expecting to see her here - you don’t think she’s with someone do you?“
@kiiller said : ' This holiday is nothing but capitalistic propaganda anyway. '
honey brown eyes shine - glassy. a pout on red lips , beginning to quiver with disappointment. she was an expressive person - emotions hardly contained. what did light mean by that? did he really not have anything planned for tonight - was he really so disinterested altogether. sure , she begrudgingly - agreed that her previous request of two dates a week would take up too much time - that could otherwise be devoted to kira’s cause. she’d convinced herself just being with light, helping him in anyway she could. was almost enough. but valentine’s day was meant to be special ! romantic. all heart shaped candies, candles and rose petals. many weeks of shoots themed as such - had her so excited ! counting down the days until she was able to spend the first valentines with her love. the one she’d devoted her very life to. but now it seemed - such expectations were beginning to crumble.
“l-light - what do you mean? you don’t want to spend valentines with me? “
I Hate Valentine’s Day Starters
“If I see one more heart, I’m going to hurt someone.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue…Go to hell, fuck you.”
“Why can’t I just NOT be single this year?”
“I think Cupid just slapped me in the face…”
“How about you come over so we can watch bad rom coms and make fun of them?”
“It’s totally not pathetic that I’m on Tinder/Grindr right now…”
“I HATE Valentine’s Day.”
“This holiday is nothing but capitalistic propaganda anyway.”
“Valentine’s Day is a web of lies.”
“The only good thing about it is that once it’s over, all of the chocolate goes on sale.”
“Cupid is a douchebag.”
“All of these happy couples…I’m going to puke.”
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@lunamnix starter for : fenris
she’d made a habit of visiting her friends in between jobs - especially if they’d been the ones to miss out on the fun - well. it was fun , most of the time. when they return relatively unscathed - coin in their pockets. they'd been doing this a while now and it hadn’t taken long to learn that there were certain dynamics within her group of companions - best avoided. take aveline and isabela - whose banter sometimes went a bit far, despite how amusing it could be. or carver and merril , honestly she couldn’t stand watching her brother try - and fail so hard. there was no way it was going over merril’s head either - the girl must find some pleasure in her brothers awkward attempts at flirting. the interactions make it clear that the hawke natural tact for charm skipped a generation. or maybe bethany had adsorbed it all in the womb. but worst of all - she couldn’t bring anders and fenris anywhere together ! which was a shame. for two valuable members of her team - they spent more time at each others throats than they did fighting the actual enemy. or ah - petty criminal. it really depended on the day. and this days job - required a healer. rather than the brute strength fenris could supply - having both would have been good, great even. but - she tempted fate enough on the daily to try and put those two together again.
heavy boots trudged towards his mansion - hidden away in the dark recesses of high-town. a lot nicer than the hovel she shared with her mother , brother, dog and gamlen. not to mention the odd rat. but hey , it had beds. not bothering to knock - strong arms pushed open heavy doors. allowing herself entry , as usual. nothing ever seemed to change around here - everything almost untouched. like a moment frozen in time. though - there was no time magic here. fenris just hadn’t - done anything about it. not worried about the mud - that trailed behind her. she made he way up the stairs - where she knew she’d find her friend.
“ seriously fenris, you’ve gotta do something about this place. it’s starting to smell worse than gamlen’s, and i live with carver.”
finished somewhat aesthetic Mello from Death Note
@lunamnix starter for : matt
when he left whammy’s house he’d cut all contact. it was intentional - and difficult. he knew it would be - they may not have literally implanted tracking devices , or something just as absurd. but he knew he’d be tracked , watched. none the less. which was ironic , because he’d been doing just the same. for nearly four years - with the help of the intel his position in the mafia supplied. he’d kept an eye on his friend - the only one he really had in the orphanage. making sure the idiot - didn’t do anything stupid. or give in to working with near - like roger would have no doubt suggested when he left. he hated asking for help - he hated the weakness. not being able to do something alone - others a tool to get him where he needed. but - that cockiness and landed him in a dire spot. gloved hand reaches to touch the bandage covering his left eye - tender skin underneath still healing. weaving together - no doubt leaving some kind of disfigurement in it's wake. he dreaded removing the coverings. but the scar , however bad it may prove to be. would in turn serve to remind him of the seriousness of the kira case - one more challenging than he first thought. one he’d need matt’s help to solve. with a sigh he swallowed his pride - rapping on the apartment door. it was an address he made care to memorise.
Roodle
post-grad / ceremonial duel ryou has a hard time coming to terms with finally being completely alone , after being possessed by a malevolent spirit for almost ten years , while he’s relived since being possessed left both physical and emotional scars on him , and put his friends at risk. he still isn’t used to the feeling of being entirely alone. even when he wasn’t aware of the spirit , there was always something there in the back of his mind , that he’s aware is missing now. that feeling also begins to make him accept what else he’s lost throughout the years, including his father, mother and sister. it’s also very overwhelming for him to cope with. after graduating he falls into a bit of a slump , not sure what he want’s to do with himself now that his future is entirely up to him. after a year or so of ignoring this , and distracting himself with his games / friends etc. he decides to follow in his fathers footsteps and travel the world to discover lost mysteries ; as that curiosity never left him. it also reminds him of his father who he was close to - even though he didn’t agree with him a lot of the time. he just wants to see and learn so much , he comes back to japan every few months to work / check up on the museum since it’s his responsibility now technically , as his father was the previous owner and left it in his name.