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[fleremus]

@consacrare​ replied to your post: Jotaro Kujo has appeared! What to do? Awkward hug...

ask 2 move out

Make me.

[gggno]

‘ i wouldn’t know where to start . ’ 4 daozi !

several days after valentines, giorno makes a request. while daozi wouldn’t call herself a pastry chef, she is competent enough to make things explode – not unintentionally. to add more fun, she brings along a piping kit for decoration. as the cupcakes cool down, the pastry cream has warmed up in room temperature, and soft enough for decoration.

rosy but not too bright, the cream fills up the piping bag with promises. she hands one over to giorno and keeps one for her, and both stare intently as a youtuber teaches them the trick to a perfect cream rose. alas, after three consecutive viewings, her frown only grows bigger. giorno must share the same confusion, and the soft remark he utters fully echoes her thoughts.

“ –well, it doesn’t matter. ” she flips over the phone, saying goodbye to their cyber tutor. “ let’s just try. we’ll get good at it. or we’ll make something else that’s equally beautiful. ”

so she takes a cupcake – the first sacrifice – and pipes as her gut guides her. she calls her first creation “ the worm ”.

[omniheim]

@consacrare   /   prompt. “   it’s  okay  to  be  confused .   nobody  has  all  the   answers .   ”

could   it   be   considered   pathetic   that   cloud   was   seeking   acceptance   in   a   stranger ?      in   equal   parts   he   was   shocked   with   himself   and   yet   not   at   all   surprised ,   he   did   seem   to   so   enjoy   adding   to   the   layer   thick   confusion   he   seemed   to   now   resident .

still ...      the   words   pulled   at   some   strings   ———   different   to   the   way   HE   had   done   back   at   the   temple ,   the   black   materia ...      no ,   this   was   more   genuine .      it   was   himself ,   cloud   was   feeling   this .       ❛   i ...      guess .   ❜      voice   murmurs ,   still   uncertain   in   this   solace   as   a   hand   reached   up   to   sprawl   cross   an   eye ,   rubbing   at   the   side   of   his   head   to   soothe   a   bone   ―   deep   sort   of   exhaustion .

but   what   if   he   wasn’t   enough   as   he   was ?      and   what   if   he   ruined   everything ?      and   what   if   and   what   if   and   what   if   ——— 

fluorescent   teal   blinked   green ,   and   then   back ;      he   was   tired   and   confused ,   but   he   had   to   keep   going .      would   only   blame   himself   more   if   he   didn’t ...      suddenly   pushing   up   onto   his   feet ,   cloud   turned   his   head   to   gaze   at   the   one   who’d   kept   him   company   in   his   moment   of   turmoil ,   found   him   struggling   with   himself .       ❛   you   know   you   didn’t   have   to   do   that ...      so ,   thanks .      i’ll ...      manage .   ❜      somehow ,   he’d   have   to .

turning   head   away   as   a   hand   dove   into   pant   pocket ,   cloud   grasped   some   spare   gil   and   tossed   it   toward   giorno .      he   had   to   repay   him   somehow .      ❛   for   dealing   with   me .      keep   it .   ❜

[mobdivided]

⛧   @consacrare​​​​​  ;  ♗ :00

   

i have a dream but x4

[zettaflarc-aa]

@consacrare​ said:

he walks in with a whole /bowl/ piled over the top with chicken nuggets. yes , he knows bruno has the advantage & yes , he knows he can't logically beat him , but hell if he won't defy that just out of spite. ❝ bet's on five hundred lire. ❞

“I admire your tenacity, but this is too close to a death wish.”

Bucciarati sits down and crosses his legs comfortably. He doesn’t even need to make a physical effort to get through this, but it might take a while. “But then again, I guess we all have our tricks.” He shows a placid smile, but won’t raise the bet. He’s a man of honor, regardless, and knows full well Giorno doesn’t stand a chance.

[hopingforjustice]

“ compromise where you can, but where you can’t, don’t. “

@consacrare

ㅤ ㅤ She was aware of her own actions. Of course Giorno would say those things, it was the right thing to do. Not only from the point of view of being a decent human — which she honestly believed he was — but also to not compromise his business in any way. Promises can be made at any time, but keeping them can be the last thing anyone will ever do in life. But Reimi didn’t have that problem, did she? Although she was still vulnerable in some ways, she did not have to fear the moment when it would be necessary to pay her debts, or others’, with her own life.

ㅤ ㅤ It would be necessary to be more eloquent if she wanted to succeed. She should have known it wouldn’t be easy in the first place, after all he didn’t reach the position he held by believing in anything people said to him. ❝ I know I can keep all my commitments. It’s not like I have anything to lose anyway. ❞ Her voice was soft yet firm. There was no resentment for his doubts at all. ❝ I don’t make promises in vain. If I said I will do something, I will, no matter what. ❞ No one could say that she had no perseverance. For fifteen years she waited and prepared for the moment to do justice — and she did. Despite what Giorno might have thought, she knew what it was like to put everything at risk because of an ideal.

ㅤ ㅤ Her gaze searched his for some indication of how he was really feeling, her concentrated expression indicating that she was thinking deeply about his words. ❝ I don’t ask you to trust me right now. How could you? We don’t know each other. ❞ And that should require special care, but Reimi had already taken more steps forward than recommended. ❝ But I’ll tell you something: we are more alike than you think. You want to protect your city, as I did one day. ❞ She missed her dear Morioh, but her heart was at ease knowing that all those people were safe. Giorno deserved to feel the same way. ❝ I know you would do anything, and so would I. That’s why I came here. ❞ She wouldn’t make someone like him waste time — not if she was absolutely sure it could be useful in some way.

[strawberryrots]

consacrare said: ‘i did what i had to do.’

sunday in the park with george - stephen sondheim ask meme // 🍓

he wonders if it came from the hallways, or the stairwells, the alleyways or the streets. ghosts that claim to know how fugo feels. they suddenly go silent when he passes by, as if fugo is the one that haunts them.  “i don’t hate you for it...” no matter what they say, no matter what he says. 

fugo can’t bring himself to read any further than he has, he thumbs his page, trying at best. he can try again later. “buccellati has been a dying man for as long as i can remember, it took you to help me realize that. though i’ve known it from the very beginning, a feeling i hid more often that i did my own drooling seething soul.”

“i thought i was doing what was right in my own way” what else could a thirteen fourtneen year old do? “i tried taking on a lot of the work load, going to polpo directly for jobs...hoping that maybe if bruno could see how much i had reformed it would have been helpful.” it sounds so selfish saying it out loud, and who was fugo to think that he had any power in changing will. 

“i can just..thank you...for freeing him...”

[virushaze]

@consacrare​ said: ‘ tell me that you’re hurt; tell me you’re relieved; anything. ’ sunday in the park with george - stephen sondheim ask meme / accepting!!

              he knows giorno is only trying to help. that he can see the way grief holds him back; this new young boss is somehow able to look into those wine red eyes and peer directly into fugo’s aching soul. he can’t hide from him, as much as he tries to be alright he sees the way giorno’s expression softens, changes, hurts for him. for both of them. they share pain together like children share toys but it’s always silent. it’s too hard to talk about -- talking won’t bring them back. finger slips between the pages of the book in his lap, holding his place as he turns the cover closed, diverting his attention to the man sharing the afternoon with him. their conversations lately all seemed to anchor around the same topic; months passing made it harder and harder to avoid. 

               ‘ i know you’re trying to help, giorno. ’ he says finally; and there’s no real expression on his face. it’s easier to cope if he goes numb. ‘ but it won’t help to talk. so don’t worry about me. ’ he sounds so sure of this, but the truth is that he’s not ready to explore that pain yet; he’s not ready to dwell in his loss.