Specchio Mediano

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[speckyposting]

Specchio Mediano | JJBA: Golden Wind RP Blog

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literate, will match length | open to serious and sillies

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Member of La Squadra Guardie del corpo (Team Bucciarati)

"Like you all, I've lost people I've considered close to me: friends, family... I wouldn't wish that upon anyone, so I've taken it upon myself to prevent this fate for your team. So please... allow me to!"

Muse and Mun are 18+ | If you know of any roleplay communities/Discords... I'm interested.

[vtribbean]

I can't believe he's real and that he was in the show all along!

[ Original + Blushing alt under the cut ]

[speckyposting]

{Perhaps he may notice, while taking a last glance towards, that a spot of moisture on the note seems to reveal more letters.}

...

It had been just a little slip-up a few days after receiving this mysterious note. He was prepping himself some coffee and, haphazardly, had spilled a few droplets of water while filling the pot to be brewed.

Curiously, he did a double-take. Something was different? Something hidden. A twist of fate, once more.

Deciding to, quite literally, take the plunge: Specchio grabbed a plate from the cabinet and laid the note out flat before gently running it under the faucet to see what other secrets this tale may hold...

[iltaimpi]

{Indeed, upon being doused, a message is revealed. Though faded and written with embellishments and a flourish, it is firmly comprehensible:

The choice you made, it's only right, The path for which you've had to fight.

I needn't hear to know the truth, That you are happy being you.

I see that you now have learnt, my little inscribed secret.

If you are curious about the source, Perhaps you will seek it.

In a building near the trees of which local rumours have spoken.

A lady serves the 'devil', it seems, Though I've certainly never met him.

I am what they long called a "witch", but I am nought but an old widow.

Many stories interest me. Yours is one of such.

I myself write a few or so stories but they may not mean nearly as much.

To a visitor, I've not much to offer. But enough tea for two or for three.

If you ever seek a pleasant exchange I will happily host a friendly face.

Invitingly, ~I.I.I~

Ah, ‘The Witch’, an old woman living in an old building by a line of trees, whom Neopolitan rumours often spoke of, accusing her of many a dubious thing, but she seemed to practically be an urban myth. She’s real?}

[speckyposting]

...

"The Witch," Specchio repeated to himself in a mix of curiousity and disbelief. Sure, he'd heard rumors... and hell, he'd looked into them! One of his little interests in his spare time was reading horror stories from around the world, and he'd never neglect folklore from his hometown. Either this was an elaborate treat from someone who knew of his fixation, or this fateful encounter was even luckier than he'd imagined.

... though he wondered if potential witchcraft was worth getting this excited over after dealing with stand users for a good while now. Hell, maybe stand abilities even explained witchcraft!

Coming at this from a logical perspective was soon to give him pause. He stopped in the middle of his pacing, now carefully considering the context of the poem. After all, this witch wasn't the only one who unknowingly served a devil... could this be a lure for an act of revenge? After everything that happened in April 2001, it wouldn't shock him to consider that Diavolo still had loyalists... but if that was the case, why target him? He was barely a pawn in that uprising.

"Fine then," he uttered to himself, taking the mug of coffee he had brewed while sending a quick text to his team. May as well check this out if he was being personally invited - and quash any potential issues that could arise. Even if the words held kind intention, he couldn't help but remain wary of any encounter with someone potentially wielding a stand, much less the powers of the occult.

"I'll come visit you, witch."

[iltaimpi]

{There’s a bit of a walk, even if one were to drive or take public transport to get there, as the building of the rumours is rather out of the way—one can tell they’re getting closer when the trees and overgrowth start to get more plentiful, and the houses get less-so.

The houses that would be the neighbours of the 'witch' are all run-down and presumably vacant. After all, who would want to be neighbours with her, right? Well, that's assuming she didn't have something to do with their absences, but... come on, surely some of the rumours are just an exaggeration, right?

On the way—once he decides to finally set out, that is—nothing seems too suspicious (if he ignores a gaggle of nervous-looking children pointing in the direction of the house and whispering. They’re telling each other stories and scaring each other—or doing a dare of some kind, probably. Frankly, it'd be more questionable if there weren't idiot kids doing idiot kid things).

As the house starts to come into view, Specchio might pass a tall, lanky, arrogant-looking individual in a plaid button-up (which looks rather creatively patched-together, mirroring the stitched appearance of the wearer's own skin—it seems this stranger has suffered quite a few injuries).

The patchwork stranger looks Specchio up-and-down, then scoffs rudely and mutters:

“What is this, another investigator? Shameful. People will really waste their time on anything these days.”

The individual struts away, looking vexed (an overall disdainful personality on that one, it would seem), but Specchio could probably intercept to ask questions about these statements... if he felt the need.

Otherwise, a few more steps and the ‘witch’s’ house would come fully into view.

It’s his choice.}

[speckyposting]

...

Specchio had taken a bus as far to the outskirts of the city as he could and hoofed it from there. Seeing things getting progressively more worn-down, overgrown, abandoned... it was surprisingly whimsical! Though, he did feel a sense of dread as well. Stories and rumors of what witches were capable of, or even enjoyed doing...

He made minimal glance at the children there, almost feeling as if he should chase them off. After all, if this witch was dangerous, he couldn't risk any of them getting hurt, or worse. As he considered this option, he'd pass the second stranger - almost feeling a chill at the sight of all of those stitches covering them, cloth and skin alike. His mind briefly flashed to tales like Frankenstein - could this be a servant of the witch? A former victim?

... He almost cursed himself for thinking that. After all, it didn't feel right comparing someone to a fantasy monster. Even so, he did wonder: I've seen stands that can take the form of other people, even stands that can break people apart while leaving them unharmed. Could they actually be acquainted with this witch...? Well, isn't like they're stopping me. "Relax," he huffed, "I'm only here to visit."

Whether that would assuage them or draw their attention, he didn't know. He was merely being true to his intentions - and this wasn't an investigation, not yet.

Unless they stopped him following that remark, he'd be approaching the door.

[iltaimpi]

{The stranger doesn’t press further; just scoffs, grumbles about ‘just another fool’ and departs, warding away the children with a harsh shooing motion as they point and whisper about the scars.

Now,

Seeing the house in-person is somewhat jarring.

The house itself emanates an aura of some sort, though it would be hard to call it a ‘bad’ aura.

The aura is simply…

Odd.

The building itself seems run-down and rather worn, with a smashed, boarded-up window on the nearer side of the house during the approach, ivy creeping up the walls, and all the shutters closed, obscuring what’s inside.

Despite this destitute look, there is also a vibrant, active garden framing the house. There's also a ring of flowers and a fence encircling what… might be a couple of gravestones? It's hard to see. The garden is lively and bright, wrapping around the front of the house, framing a worn stone pathway up to the house.

As the house is approached, another person comes into view, seemingly stocky—her hair is, perhaps, in a very textured perm; it doesn't quite appear to be an afro. Butterflies flutter around her. They seem to glow, but it must be a trick of the light.

She’s rather ardently tending the flowers out front. She seems entirely absorbed in the work, wiping sweat from her brow. Surely this isn’t the ‘witch’, right? She looks quite unintimidating.

Her head turns slightly as the house is approached, and she calls out in a sharp voice.

“Back already—?”

… but her voice immediately softens to a gentle, lilted, very… airy voice, for lack of a better word.

“—Oh! Pardon, so sorry, I thought you were... someone else. Are you here for a reason? I hate to say, but you might have the wrong address—I can’t imagine why, but the mistake seems to get made a lot; if you’re looking for the Palumbo household, it’s down the street back that way and on the left—”

She seems polite enough and certainly seems like no threat (what is she even doing here?), but, of course, this is definitely the right house. The same house spoken of in all those stories about devil-worship, and strange lights, and ghosts, and—in the more extreme, less ‘substantiated’ (if at all) children’s rumours—kidnapping or disappearances.

Though, garden aside, the exterior of the building kinda isn’t doing the so-called ‘witch’ many favours to her reputation here. Does anyone even actually live here? Only one way to find out, right?}

[speckyposting]

Specchio would chuff at the unfriendly demeanor of the stranger but shrugged it off. If they were a threat, they didn't act like it - but he didn't blame them for scaring off the kids either. After all, the deeper he went, the more he realized that this witch didn't give off the vibes he imagined she would - or at the very least, her house didn't.

Rather than walking into a horror story, this felt more like a fairy tale... though, looks could be deceiving. Even with that hint of wariness, Specchio found himself mesmerized by the garden and overall regrowth around the dilapidated building. It felt mystical, right out of a storybook. Could it all just be illusion? Perhaps this witch was more of a mystic... or a hippie of sorts. Though, he couldn't decipher the smell of weed at this range.

As he stood a few feet away from her, he was observing the luminescent butterflies that seemed to swarm her. He figured there was no trickery with this - at least, not standard trickery, like sleight-of-hand. He was feeling more and more as if he was definitely coming into contact with another stand user.

"Ciao," he greeted to get her attention, noting how her shawl resembled a butterfly's wings. Definitely not just coincidence. "I don't believe I'm mistaken - I was given directions here by a note. One that changed when submerged with water?" He motioned vaguely, miming a dipping motion.

"... Are you the witch?"

[speckyposting]

// Specchio has his own StrawPage now! It includes much of the same info found on the FAQ page here, plus some fun methods of engagement that will be posted on his BlueSky page!

You can find the links there! \\

[speckyposting]

{Perhaps he may notice, while taking a last glance towards, that a spot of moisture on the note seems to reveal more letters.}

...

It had been just a little slip-up a few days after receiving this mysterious note. He was prepping himself some coffee and, haphazardly, had spilled a few droplets of water while filling the pot to be brewed.

Curiously, he did a double-take. Something was different? Something hidden. A twist of fate, once more.

Deciding to, quite literally, take the plunge: Specchio grabbed a plate from the cabinet and laid the note out flat before gently running it under the faucet to see what other secrets this tale may hold...

[iltaimpi]

{Indeed, upon being doused, a message is revealed. Though faded and written with embellishments and a flourish, it is firmly comprehensible:

The choice you made, it's only right, The path for which you've had to fight.

I needn't hear to know the truth, That you are happy being you.

I see that you now have learnt, my little inscribed secret.

If you are curious about the source, Perhaps you will seek it.

In a building near the trees of which local rumours have spoken.

A lady serves the 'devil', it seems, Though I've certainly never met him.

I am what they long called a "witch", but I am nought but an old widow.

Many stories interest me. Yours is one of such.

I myself write a few or so stories but they may not mean nearly as much.

To a visitor, I've not much to offer. But enough tea for two or for three.

If you ever seek a pleasant exchange I will happily host a friendly face.

Invitingly, ~I.I.I~

Ah, ‘The Witch’, an old woman living in an old building by a line of trees, whom Neopolitan rumours often spoke of, accusing her of many a dubious thing, but she seemed to practically be an urban myth. She’s real?}

[speckyposting]

...

"The Witch," Specchio repeated to himself in a mix of curiousity and disbelief. Sure, he'd heard rumors... and hell, he'd looked into them! One of his little interests in his spare time was reading horror stories from around the world, and he'd never neglect folklore from his hometown. Either this was an elaborate treat from someone who knew of his fixation, or this fateful encounter was even luckier than he'd imagined.

... though he wondered if potential witchcraft was worth getting this excited over after dealing with stand users for a good while now. Hell, maybe stand abilities even explained witchcraft!

Coming at this from a logical perspective was soon to give him pause. He stopped in the middle of his pacing, now carefully considering the context of the poem. After all, this witch wasn't the only one who unknowingly served a devil... could this be a lure for an act of revenge? After everything that happened in April 2001, it wouldn't shock him to consider that Diavolo still had loyalists... but if that was the case, why target him? He was barely a pawn in that uprising.

"Fine then," he uttered to himself, taking the mug of coffee he had brewed while sending a quick text to his team. May as well check this out if he was being personally invited - and quash any potential issues that could arise. Even if the words held kind intention, he couldn't help but remain wary of any encounter with someone potentially wielding a stand, much less the powers of the occult.

"I'll come visit you, witch."

[iltaimpi]

{There’s a bit of a walk, even if one were to drive or take public transport to get there, as the building of the rumours is rather out of the way—one can tell they’re getting closer when the trees and overgrowth start to get more plentiful, and the houses get less-so.

The houses that would be the neighbours of the 'witch' are all run-down and presumably vacant. After all, who would want to be neighbours with her, right? Well, that's assuming she didn't have something to do with their absences, but... come on, surely some of the rumours are just an exaggeration, right?

On the way—once he decides to finally set out, that is—nothing seems too suspicious (if he ignores a gaggle of nervous-looking children pointing in the direction of the house and whispering. They’re telling each other stories and scaring each other—or doing a dare of some kind, probably. Frankly, it'd be more questionable if there weren't idiot kids doing idiot kid things).

As the house starts to come into view, Specchio might pass a tall, lanky, arrogant-looking individual in a plaid button-up (which looks rather creatively patched-together, mirroring the stitched appearance of the wearer's own skin—it seems this stranger has suffered quite a few injuries).

The patchwork stranger looks Specchio up-and-down, then scoffs rudely and mutters:

“What is this, another investigator? Shameful. People will really waste their time on anything these days.”

The individual struts away, looking vexed (an overall disdainful personality on that one, it would seem), but Specchio could probably intercept to ask questions about these statements... if he felt the need.

Otherwise, a few more steps and the ‘witch’s’ house would come fully into view.

It’s his choice.}

[speckyposting]

...

Specchio had taken a bus as far to the outskirts of the city as he could and hoofed it from there. Seeing things getting progressively more worn-down, overgrown, abandoned... it was surprisingly whimsical! Though, he did feel a sense of dread as well. Stories and rumors of what witches were capable of, or even enjoyed doing...

He made minimal glance at the children there, almost feeling as if he should chase them off. After all, if this witch was dangerous, he couldn't risk any of them getting hurt, or worse. As he considered this option, he'd pass the second stranger - almost feeling a chill at the sight of all of those stitches covering them, cloth and skin alike. His mind briefly flashed to tales like Frankenstein - could this be a servant of the witch? A former victim?

... He almost cursed himself for thinking that. After all, it didn't feel right comparing someone to a fantasy monster. Even so, he did wonder: I've seen stands that can take the form of other people, even stands that can break people apart while leaving them unharmed. Could they actually be acquainted with this witch...? Well, isn't like they're stopping me. "Relax," he huffed, "I'm only here to visit."

Whether that would assuage them or draw their attention, he didn't know. He was merely being true to his intentions - and this wasn't an investigation, not yet.

Unless they stopped him following that remark, he'd be approaching the door.

[speckyposting]

// I totally forgot to post this here! It was a Halloween interaction post for the BlueSky account only given the short-form content style there. \\

[speckyposting]

{Perhaps he may notice, while taking a last glance towards, that a spot of moisture on the note seems to reveal more letters.}

...

It had been just a little slip-up a few days after receiving this mysterious note. He was prepping himself some coffee and, haphazardly, had spilled a few droplets of water while filling the pot to be brewed.

Curiously, he did a double-take. Something was different? Something hidden. A twist of fate, once more.

Deciding to, quite literally, take the plunge: Specchio grabbed a plate from the cabinet and laid the note out flat before gently running it under the faucet to see what other secrets this tale may hold...

[iltaimpi]

{Indeed, upon being doused, a message is revealed. Though faded and written with embellishments and a flourish, it is firmly comprehensible:

The choice you made, it's only right, The path for which you've had to fight.

I needn't hear to know the truth, That you are happy being you.

I see that you now have learnt, my little inscribed secret.

If you are curious about the source, Perhaps you will seek it.

In a building near the trees of which local rumours have spoken.

A lady serves the 'devil', it seems, Though I've certainly never met him.

I am what they long called a "witch", but I am nought but an old widow.

Many stories interest me. Yours is one of such.

I myself write a few or so stories but they may not mean nearly as much.

To a visitor, I've not much to offer. But enough tea for two or for three.

If you ever seek a pleasant exchange I will happily host a friendly face.

Invitingly, ~I.I.I~

Ah, ‘The Witch’, an old woman living in an old building by a line of trees, whom Neopolitan rumours often spoke of, accusing her of many a dubious thing, but she seemed to practically be an urban myth. She’s real?}

[speckyposting]

...

"The Witch," Specchio repeated to himself in a mix of curiousity and disbelief. Sure, he'd heard rumors... and hell, he'd looked into them! One of his little interests in his spare time was reading horror stories from around the world, and he'd never neglect folklore from his hometown. Either this was an elaborate treat from someone who knew of his fixation, or this fateful encounter was even luckier than he'd imagined.

... though he wondered if potential witchcraft was worth getting this excited over after dealing with stand users for a good while now. Hell, maybe stand abilities even explained witchcraft!

Coming at this from a logical perspective was soon to give him pause. He stopped in the middle of his pacing, now carefully considering the context of the poem. After all, this witch wasn't the only one who unknowingly served a devil... could this be a lure for an act of revenge? After everything that happened in April 2001, it wouldn't shock him to consider that Diavolo still had loyalists... but if that was the case, why target him? He was barely a pawn in that uprising.

"Fine then," he uttered to himself, taking the mug of coffee he had brewed while sending a quick text to his team. May as well check this out if he was being personally invited - and quash any potential issues that could arise. Even if the words held kind intention, he couldn't help but remain wary of any encounter with someone potentially wielding a stand, much less the powers of the occult.

"I'll come visit you, witch."

[speckyposting]

{Perhaps he may notice, while taking a last glance towards, that a spot of moisture on the note seems to reveal more letters.}

...

It had been just a little slip-up a few days after receiving this mysterious note. He was prepping himself some coffee and, haphazardly, had spilled a few droplets of water while filling the pot to be brewed.

Curiously, he did a double-take. Something was different? Something hidden. A twist of fate, once more.

Deciding to, quite literally, take the plunge: Specchio grabbed a plate from the cabinet and laid the note out flat before gently running it under the faucet to see what other secrets this tale may hold...

[speckyposting]

{ I hear a story, I feel the whim to write. You may well never read it. That is alright. I will leave this letter where it can be found. Read if you wish, or if you prefer, let it drown.

Many days a solitary child, But convince yourself the intentions are for the best.

When life becomes strained and wild, Imperceptibility gives you a simple chance to rest.

But have you heard what paves the road to Hell? And was it satisfying to live upon a shelf?

Out of reach, out of mind? Named such that you live a lie?

Did you ever feel a need to leave that shell? Was there enrichment in living a life by yourself?

Misery loves company; does joy seek isolation? Is your solitude a deprivation or consolation?

Are you your own genuine representation Or are you up to anyone's interpretation?

They may not suffice, mere good intents, When protection comes at such expense.

It's not strange to feel somewhat distressed, Imagining a childhood you never would get.

Do you wonder about the friends you may have lost, To the defence that had such a high cost?

Or is it hard to mourn that which you never had, When you can focus instead on the fellowship at hand?

Is there now regret in the process of being known, Or have you satisfaction with this self you've grown?

Should you choose to pursue a truth alone, Or focus on the joy inside this life you chose, I wish you health and luck in life, To overcome whatever knife.

With sincerity,

~ I.I.I. ~ }

...

Luckily, he had found the envelope and the note hidden within. Given the lack of a return address, or even an address to begin with, he wondered how it managed to find its way to his apartment... especially when very few knew where he lived to begin with.

But fate usually had funny ways of putting things into place like that.

"Of course it was hard," Specchio chuffed, turning the note over in his hands repeatedly as if expecting there to be more, or something hidden that he couldn't quite find. "No child wants to grow up in isolation, especially not after the loss I'd dealt with."

...

"But I'm happier as I am. I think I was able to find myself through those trials," he shrugged, laying the note back down on the counter.

"And with who I have now, I'd do it all over again."

[speckyposting]

"When I was young, I didn't know what a stand was… so when I started catching movement from the corner of my eyes, seeing things I shouldn't be able to see, feeling something lingering?

I thought it was a ghost.

It usually happened when I looked into my aunt's old mirrors. Something was there.

Ghosts couldn't be real, right? But soon, it wasn't just glimpses - things in my environment would change when my back turned. Sometimes, when I got really scared, it felt like the world around me would warp.

It was always with me, and I felt like it'd scare people away from me, too.

So it was lonely growing up. But, thankfully, I know what it is now - and with practice, I was able to hone in some of those abilities and gain control.

It was just trying to protect me anyways, right?"

[speckyposting]

Minor update!

speckyposting is now also live over on BlueSky! If you prefer a more casual, less serious, and chatroom-esque roleplaying experience, this would be the place for that.

[jellyluchi]

Server art trade piece for @vtribbean !! 💜🤐

[speckyposting]

[ OOC: totally haven't been making him into a 3D model nope nuh uh ]

[foksafristailer]

My lovely high school graduates 🤲🏻💘 I once wrote that I am a very tactile person, and this side of me always manifests itself in what I draw. I had the sketch for this art for a very, very long time, and I redrawn some details several times, but anyway I'm happy that I put all my strength and love into it 🙏🏻🌸 I have been feeling unwell for the last few days, and it is difficult for me to find a lot of strength to communicate, please forgive me! The change of the season of the year always affects me so much 🫡🫡

[ambyandony]

YIPPEEEEEE here's squatizi content!!! this is how they met in the monster au

finally got around to this, i went through and reworked the text and smoothed it out a bit before i put it here. might still look a bit janky but this is one of my prouder works

this one also has an ancillary fanfic to go with it, like a bridge over troubled water, and while ive translated the comic into spanish i haven't yet translated any of my fics yet

reminder that you can ask me about my monster au. i love talk

en español

[ambyandony]

fic

[m-eggy]

JOJO OCS!! My main cast is very colorful lol

I’m so tempted to draw the 1st chapter to this story y’all

[louisevuittonyourstruly]

Introduction

[Art will be inserted here on a later note]

Louise Vuitton | Stardust Crusaders OC rp blog

This blog is part of @a-crusaders-resolve-official and the #jjbarp-community

Canon/OC/Crossovers are welcome | Minors DNI

Character Summary:

Louise Vuitton is a 17 year old honour student with a goal of defeating DIO as revenge for her father, after a fleshbud was put on his forehead. She's very confrontational and emotional, which often leads her into trouble and fights with others (especially with Jotaro Kujo), but her heart is in the right place. Despite having no stand, she's a brave and intelligent person that relies on her wits to get out of nasty situations.

Mun is 18+, but any NSFW prompts or asks will be blocked. Thank you