~ Dan is def shorter than Jake, thus he holds more grudge towards our beloved hackerman
~ Jesse holds a small crush on MC regardless of the player's gender
~ If Richy weren't the man without a face, he'd name one of the office fishes after MC
~ Phil doesn't easily get jealous
~ The group would apologize to Phil through a cake once he gets out of jail
Oh, I love all of them! Especially the one about Richy with MC’s name and the fishes and that Jessy has a little crush on MC because I also have a little crush on her. Hehe.
I have always imagined Dan and Jake to have the same height but I love this headcanon incredibly much and it fits really well.
The one with Phil is pretty accurate!
And the last one is really good, too. I can see Jessy suddenly writing in the group "Emergency Message! Phil is out of jail! Guys? You know what to do!" And suddenly everyone leaves everything and everyone runs to the next supermarket to buy the right ingredients and then to meet at Cleo’s apartment. I imagine it like during an operation. xD
Thank you so much for sharing! I really appreciate and enjoyed reading it! Hope you will have a wonderful day/evening/night? :D
As a teenage girl, I know nothing about make up as much as I want to learn it because one— I don't have enough money to buy my own and my mom would murder me if I touched hers (even if she doesn't really do make up except just putting on lipstick and doesn't really know how to apply make up, she says they're saved for only special occasions) and number two— my dreadful, nonexistent art skills and chicken scratch penmanship is a huge giveaway of how the make up will go.
Since I know nothing about make up, I'll just be using make up tutorials as a guide to write this okay goodbye—
Formaggio
- Clueless af, but he acts like he knows what's up. He doesn't know which order he should follow, because instead of putting moisturizer and foundation first, he immediately tried to work on the mascara and eyeshadow, and he wasn't really neat doing it.
So you ended up with smudged mascara cascading down your water line with your eyes reddened after he accidentally poked your eye with the wand and he's already given up at that point.
Illuso
- He isn't as clueless as Formaggio, but he's a little bit confused because the only make up he knows are eye brow pencils, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and powder and that's all. How is he supposed to know what a contour, foundation and eyeshadow are??? And what the fuck is that scary looking contraption??? It's supposed to go on your eye? Eye lashes?? An eyelash curler?? How does it not poke your eye when using it???
So the look ended up with your face thick with uneven foundation, uneven eyeliner, smudged lipstick and mascara and a very, very bright blush that isn't blended well.
Prosciutto
- He knows, honey, but his knowledge about them is very basic, but at least you won't worry about him poking your eye with the mascara wand. The look turned out fine, he just doesn't the how to contour so he ended up skipping that so now you look a tad bit like structure-less like an egg from the lack of contouring. I mean, it's fine, the look isn't bad nor is it good.
Pesci
- He's an artist and he once watched a make up tutorial just so he can see what procedures do models go through, so he knows a little bit about make up. But the problem is, he has never applied one to anyone yet. So when faced with a real subject, he was anxious because he might get rough with the brushes and equipments. Not to mention, drawing in paper is far different than a real living person. He was scared to get near your eye with a mascara wand and eyeliner.
The looks turned out great, a little rough around the corner but with practice he can improve!
Melone
- He doesn't really know anything about it, but he admires the absolute skill and dedication that goes through the process! He knows what every equipment is for, as well as order of application from deduction, but that's all. As for his application, he isn't sure whether he is putting too much or less. Not to mention, he spent too much time with the eyeliner application, and the amount of times he applies, erase and re-applies caused your skin to redden to he stopped and ditched the eyeliner.
Ghiaccio
- Confused. How do eyes have shadows??? Contour? As in— short for contortion? How can you not poke your eye out with whatever you're doing? How does those things not clog your skin? Oh they do? Why do you still continue to wear them???? He proceeds nontheless, because he just wants this to get over with and he is rough (not including the eyes. wouldn't want to blind you). He often complained how damn tiny your tools are and he can't manage them.
"A skilled craftsman does not blame his tools—"
"Oh, what the fuck! What if my tools are just sticks and stones?! You think I can apply your goddamned make-up, huh?! That doesn't even make sense! The tools are a part of the craft and if they're considerably not well in condition do you think I can do things with it?! That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard—!"
Risotto
- I mean... I think you can try, sure go ahead. He definitely knows art, he is fond of them but he has not found an opportunity to make art on people's face. Similar to Pesci actually, but instead of being hesitant, he just goes for it, nothing will go wrong he's sure, he can just erase it and start again if ever mistakes were made. His hands are precise, he knows when to be firm, when to soft and when to be hard. The make up ended up pretty basic, but at least it isn't as much of a travesty as the others.
Gelato
-No.
Sorbet
- Had a history with liquid eyeliners and black eyeshadow, black lipstick so suffice to say I think he knows his shit. This motherfucker has mastered the art of a the smokey eye, so if that's your go-to, go to him. He'll be as harsh as he wants (depending how close you are, he typically doesn't find the effort to be soft when you're close because he knows you can take it). He isn't used to bright colours, so if that's what you want to go with, he'll proceed.
Hi! I'm Abby, 21, Filipino and I'm here to have some fun!
Now this blog is a mix of various fics from other fandoms, from My Hero Academia, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, DC's Peacemaker series, DC's Riddler and a dash of Yuri on Ice. I just roll with whatever I feel like posting here, but most of it are JoJo related.
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Grinning to yourself, idle fingers daintily grasping the teacup's handle, your gaze bounces up at the sapphire eyed beauty seated across you, as she enjoyed her cup of evening tea with a wooden-bound book in hand, oval framed spectacles perched on the bridge of her nose. Her golden curls framed her pale, alabaster skin with a soft smile in her features hinting her enthusiasm towards the literature set between her fingers. You watched as the sapphire eyed blondie holds her teacup with her manicured hand, lifting to take a gentle sip from the steaming drink when the smoke fogs her glasses causing her to adorably pout. She jerks her attention away from the compiled literature and directed it towards you after hearing your melodic giggle.
"Hmmmp," she playfully glares at your direction, sticking her tongue out in a childish manner in which you returned the gesture with you lightly thumbing your nose. "You're so childish!" She giggled. Ahhh, the voice of an angel, sending cute little nudges in your guts for the butterflies to feed on. It was just so damn irresistible, intoxicating, and you couldn't get enough of it.
She's so damn cute...
"Says the one who started it!" you shot back with a laugh, playfully throwing her a half-bitten biscuit, which hits her arm. The blonde Italian sharply gasps, before giggling with a glint of mischief in her eyes, preparing to retaliate when you heard a solemn throat clearing behind you. Alarmed, you glanced over your shoulder to see your mentor.
"I'm sorry to disturb your playful banter, but it's time for your Hamon training, Y/N." Lisa Lisa instructed, crossing her arms on her chest. "It's late, but the atmosphere tonight is perfect."
"Of course, Madam... I'll head on." You nodded, setting your cup of tea down to its saucer.
"How many times do I have to tell you, just call me Lisa Lisa. I am your teacher but that doesn't mean you have to use formalities." The fifty year old woman sighs, lightly shaking her head. "No matter, but please avoid using formalities from now on. Hell, you might as well call me mother."
"R-really?" Your head perked up in disbelief with a grin. The woman smiled in the slightest, amused with your sudden amusement.
"I basically raised you, so you might as well."
"Alright then. I'll head off to train. See you later, mother~" you skipped on your way out, as the mentor shakes her head in amusement with a chuckle, whilst Suzi giggled along your antics.
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"Ahh, it's been so long since Caesar came here. I wonder when he would return..." You muttered under your breathe, after destroying a target practice. Retrieving your Hamon coated whip back to its holster, you took a quick breather by sitting on a rock, overlooking the view from above one of the many towers. "That bubble blowing child might as well write me a telegram. It's been too long, he hasn't returned my boo-"
"BOO!"
"- GAH!" you screamed, when a pair of hands landed on your shoulders. The girl giggles, sitting beside you as she watches you catch your breathe. "Suzi! I almost used Hamon on you!"
"Well you didn't, so I'm in the clear." The sapphire eyed beauty softly smiles, interlacing her slender fingers in yours.
"Why are you here? You could've waited for me to come back." You sighed, securing your whip around your hip. "For all we know an enemy would attack... And I can't risk you getting in danger! You already know that a group of people are after Lisa Lisa's harboured treasure, right? And they certainly won't stop until they get it, even if they use the means of murder."
"You really need to drop your guard sometimes, (n/n). Relax, enjoy the breeze!" The blonde enthusiastically spoke with glee. "We're safe in this island... We're alright."
You huffed, firmly clasping her hand back as you ran your thumb over the softness of her hand. You couldn't stay mad at her, you'll be honest. She's just too sweet, too adorable for you to stay mad at her. To be honest, she's right. You really needed to calm down but... Her presence was enough for you to remember how to cool you down... But not completely. Within her presence, you feel things other than calm. Intoxicated, delicate, special... Ahh, the girl is simply just too much for you, but you couldn't get enough of her at the same time.
"Well, your presence is enough to calm me down..." You muttered under your breathe, meant to be for your ears only, when the blonde glances at you.
"Really? I do?" She points at herself with a flattered glint in her eyes.
"Well... Yes..." You reddened in embarrassment, as you didn't plan for her to hear it. "Ahh, dammit Suzi... Stop being so damn breathe-taking."
"So I am your weakness now?" She giggled, lightly nudging her shoulders against yours to send you lightly swaying to the side.
"In a way, yes..."
It was meant to be a light-hearted comment but... Your mind can't help but to spiral elsewhere from wholesome. Suzi was indeed your weakness, you can't stand the fact there was always a possibility she'll be used against you and you resent the idea, burned the idea away from the back of your head.
"Ugh, you don't look so good when you frown like that!" You snapped from your thoughts when Suzi grunts, in which you were offended by her sudden blunt remark. "Come on! Show me that beautiful smile yours!" She teases, cupping your cheek in her palm, her thumb placed by the corner of your lips and gently stretches your cheek to mimic a smile.
You rolled your eyes at her effort, as she coos and teases about how you should always smile to prevent growing wrinkles, when you pressed your lips against hers, effectively interrupting her. Suzi was stunned for a moment, before melting into your kiss. After pulling away, you caught a glimpse of the fiery red cheeks of the oh so adorable dork of a woman.
The blonde Italian woman gently sets the tip of her fingers to touch her lips, face painted red. "W-what was that for?" The range of her voice higher than usual, implying her obvious flustered demeanor.
"Well you told me to smile and your methods were particularly ineffective. So I took it upon myself to fix that~" you giggled, wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling her close for a side-hug, pressing her another giggly kiss on her cheek.
"Ohhh, that's no fair! How come you're not flustered?" Suzi Q complains with a childish pout, crossing her arms under her chest.
"Being calm and collective is a major requirement for a hamon user, my darling~" you whispered, hot breathe fanning her skin, lips touching her ear with every syllable. The rosy cheeked beauty shuddered with delight. "Hmm? Are you cold?" You asked, as she physically shivered.
"Ahhh yes... It's colder than usual today..." She awkwardly laughs, averting her gaze as she intended to bring a jacket awhile ago but with her excitement to see you, she forgot all about it. Suzi softly gasps, as the soft sensation of your scarf loosely coils around her neck, effectively warming her up. Her heart hammered in her chest, endeared with your concern and care. She held into the soft, cottony material around her neck, lightly inhaling your faint scent that clung to it with a soft smile.
Ahh, no wonder she fell in love with you... Your affection and care certainly had an effect on her and she simply adored your perseverance and protectiveness. It makes her feel... Secure and safe, and most of all, loved. And she was lucky to find someone who's as strong, loving, kind, and caring as you.
The blonde leans her head on your shoulder, nuzzling her head against the crook of your neck with a contented sigh, her fingers still interlaced with yours, giving you a light squeeze.
"I love you, Y/N... Very much."
"I love you too, Suzi..."
Ahh your history with Suzi... Well, no one knows of this relationship, not yet at least. You were afraid of the risk of the display of a relationship as a target for your weakness. You couldn't bare the fact that danger lingers in every inch of the corner ready to strike. And the Hamon user you are, one of the few of Lisa Lisa's powerful disciples, you are confident of your abilities but the thought of failure was still present in your mind.
Sweet, serene moments such as this were rare and to be honest, you cherished every single moment of it. If you're not training, you were busy worrying about attacks from opponents. It came to you as a shock that you'd the time to develop and harness feelings for her, let alone having a secret relationship with her.
You softly smiled, running your thumb over her porcelain knuckles.
You were bred to fight and defend, and it seems that it's all you do... It was honestly getting old but... You don't mind risking your life if it means she'd be sleeping peacefully at night, with you having no worries about her whereabouts.
Not really La squadra related, but just an idea. Just my ramblings
Okay but like,,, I’m not sure whether this kind of Yandere X Yandere dynamic has been shown in medias before but there’s something about an obsessive person A being obsessively in love with Person B, a narcissist who yearns any form of any attention, just a really toxic dynamic that’s destined to fail no matter what and yet they remain with each other because they’re compatible in the worst way.
So the yandereness comes into play, as Person A is constantly stalking Person B, being a creep, wanting them all for themselves. Your general lovesick yandere who you think is tough but in reality they’re spineless af and can’t really stand up for themselves. Person B is extremely domineering, and constantly makes it clear they’re dominant and always in charge in a yandere way, they constantly manipulate Person A. The type of yandere who is sadistic and just wants to break their darling’s psyche for the heck of it but won’t because they enjoy the frequent, intense attention from Person A.
Like, both of them are mutually shitty to each other. A match made in hell.
So basically like... Mutual abuse of sorts? Idk I just came up with it--
That moment when you're recovering from a massive self-loathing problem and everything's going well when one minor inconvenience hurls you back to square one and now you're back to your old, bad habits 😶
Fun fact, despite I'm not the great singer I was always first to sing in music lesson because I enjoyed it so much. I only one who always done it alone.
