#epitaffia

[nursewashing]

💄, 💍,👗 !

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

anya tends to skip out on makeup when she can, as she finds the task of applying it to be tiring. when she does put on makeup, she tends to wear a light concealer, mascara, and a natural-colored lip gloss. without her makeup, a light dusting of freckles can be found on her cheeks.

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon

anya doesn't tend to wear jewelry often — she likely has a few pieces here and there from past gifts or passed down in the family. she got her ears pierced when she was younger, but she hasn't worn earrings in long enough that they've closed off.

were she given a choice of jewelry types, she would most likely prefer bracelets or a necklace! she'd enjoy retro and handmade stuff the most, with simple and floral designs being more towards her preference.

hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

turtleneck sweaters are her mainstay, and she enjoys long-sleeved clothes and outfits that otherwise cover up her body. anya's fashion in general tends to be pretty casual, often worn-out. most of her clothing, with a few rare exceptions, are from thrift stores or are similarly secondhand.

her sense of fashion is generally quirky and feminine. she likes bell bottom pants and socks with sandals. color-wise, she tends to enjoy wearing a lot of blue and natural tones like brown, beige, and green.

headcanon prompts. (accepting!)

[stardstschlar]

@epitaffia asked: 10. What kind of things are they into? 12. would you consider them kinky or tame?

Not-as-spicy sinday asks

I love these. Because on the outside; Jotaro seems like such a vanilla man. But in reality...

Jotaro is definitely a praise kink boy. He does like hair pulling, but what he really does enjoy ( secretly ) is relinquishing control of things to his partner. Basically, he's willing to sub depending on the partner. Jotaro also is into being someone's 'Good boy.' Odd, really, but hey; that's just how he is. Especially if and when he's in the mood.

To be quite honest; he's pretty tame. Now, that's not to say he won't try out the kinky things because he's always willing to give things a shot. But if neither person is comfortable with things then there's no need to push.

[nursewashing-a]

the air is crisp as anya walks along the park trail, still readjusting to the solid ground of earth. ( it's a big adjustment, and that's a bigger understatement. ) as the season changes, she's kept to her tried and true fashion - warm clothes and an incredibly soft and cozy turtleneck. she takes in the nature around her with quiet consideration, finally feeling for a moment that she might be at peace. this peace, however, is momentarily disturbed when she notices someone fall down. approaching the stranger out of concern, the woman briefly notes just how vibrantly pink their hair is before she speaks up.

❛ hey, are– are you okay? ❜ anya's voice wavers a bit as she walks up to @epitaffia, her worry clear in her tired eyes. ❛ that looked like a nasty tumble. i– i can help, if you'd like. i have a first aid kit in my purse. ❜

[steavia]

happy birthday @epitaffia !!! <3 this felt like a perfect opportunity to draw some diadia marriage between our wonderful muses!!!

[crocifissione]

streetlights gave way to gentle reprieve from the infinite dark alleyways, illuminating the streets while the moon hid behind thick, dark clouds;  winter’s cold grasp turned italy frigid, mere minutes away from its first gust of snow.  few found themselves outside of their warm, comfortable homes —-  with the holidays in the rear-view mirror, the souls wandering these streets did so purely out of obligation.  or at least …  that’s what caesar liked to believe.  shivering underneath multiple layers of comfortable, thick clothing, he could see no joy in the freezing temperatures (beyond a brief sight - seeing once a sheet of white found solid foundation atop the ground; then again, he had his children to thank for that).

but something made him stop his journey back home.  a sense of dread, an unfamiliar presence.  a slight turn of the head revealed what he suspected  :  someone else was here.  and a dreadfully young individual it was.  gaze wavers, momentarily distracted by the sudden arrival of a car (a stranger’s; not relevant to anything … so he hoped), before finding its way back to @epitaffia.  

“  what’s a boy like you doing outside this late?  ”   

[determinazionearch]

“  answer me this,  ”   gaze finds @epitaffia’s visage, examining it for a reaction as words passed pink - painted lips —-  what would unsettle him?  what could make him squirm?  giorno’s curiosity has its firm grip on his actions, twisting and twisting until his (broken, bruised, strained) cruelty bled into his inflection.  

“  what would you do upon your release?  ”

[ristorantebar]

shit, so this is the boss' other half... wait, that term doesn't sound quite right. actually, mista doesn't know the correct way to regard the phrasing, but he knows for certain that this is the person that he shot in rome. at the time, it felt like a move to protect his team, his friends (many of which had perished at that time, too) ... but now, he's not so sure of what to make of that move.

"uh, hey." do they remember what he did? were they even aware, after what had happened to bruno's body? mista hesitates, visibly awkward in his mannerisms regarding the pink-haired stranger, former underboss of passione. "how's it— how's it going? you feeling okay, after... everything?"

@epitaffia ♡'d for a starter!

[hopingforjustice]

@epitaffia said: ❝ Don't just stand there, looking at me. ❞ from doppio :3c more random dialogue prompts. / accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ Some habits were so hard to break. After fifteen long, tedious years of being invisible to the rest of the world, Reimi had become accustomed to the role of a passive observer of life around her. No one would notice a pink-haired girl staring at them from across the street, making some mundane comments to the guard dog right next to her, his torn throat dripping blood onto the ground. There was no reason to think things would be any different here, even so many miles away from small, familiar Morioh. A metropolis like Naples should be home to more Stand users, statistically speaking — and even if her ghostly nature somehow put her on a collision course with them, the first thought was always, always to assume that no one could see or hear her at all. Being called out that way, even though the young male hadn't exactly used a hostile or accusatory tone, colored her cheeks with a rosy hue that matched her delicate dress. ❝ Oh, I'm sorry— I didn't mean to be rude. ❞ Perhaps her attitude of merely staring at him without saying a single word had been perceived as judgmental, the last thing that would ever be part of her psyche. On the contrary, the deepest desire of that kind heart was to open the doors of others' to let her in.

ㅤ ㅤ Apart from a weird first impression, other problems could be seen looming on the horizon. The most urgent of them, having a conversation right there, on one of the central streets of the big city, could attract a type of unwanted attraction. Unless the other passersby were Stand users too, which she didn't think was the case, they would consider the pink-haired boy talking to himself quite strange, suspicious even. Reimi didn't want to cause trouble for anyone, least of all someone who looked so… Friendly? She couldn't say for sure if it was his slender frame, fresh face or wide hazel eyes, but something there aroused sympathy within her almost instantly. Better to start chatting soon, before the first censorious glances fall on him. ❝ I'm looking for a good restaurant around here. The hotel staff gave me the directions, but I got lost... ❞ Half lies only, since she actually heard the said instructions given to a guest, but as the employee couldn't hear her, it was impossible to ask him to repeat it. Heaven's Door did a fantastic job giving her knowledge of the Italian language, no doubt — but it was her first time so far from home, and with such an important mission placed in her hands, it was only natural to fumble a little.