#mudoro

[dailyhirosekoichi]

That’s not my luggage, mate. 

@semidailydongio

[zippyfiingers-blog]

mudoro replied to your post: anyone who thinks i’m a furry can square up right...

swing first, pussy

        { 覚悟 } “You asked for it, then.” Bucciarati’s Stand manifests itself almost immediately, and begins its usual rapid fire punching towards Giorno.

“ARI ARIARIARIARIARIARIARIARIARIARI”

[chevaleresq-blog]

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    “ HARUNO! GET THAT OUT of your mouth -- ” Chariot, always a step ahead, scoops up the little boy before he can stuff another handful of dirt in his mouth, and hands him over to Polnareff. He reaches under Haruno’s chin and squishes his cheeks with one hand, frowning in an attempt to be stern.

    “ You’re gonna get sick if you keep doing that. Dirt’s got all kinds of nasty stuff in it. If you’re hungry, loulou, just ask. ”

[bottomelder]

if you think bb is hot you should see solid snake's ass in mgs2

men are so attractive

[musaesidereum]

@mudoro

Old and tired, Joseph’s knees were determined to do him in--but he wasn’t going to give in! He hobbled along the quiet Italian cobblestone walkways, determined to get to the piazza so that he could take a rest by the bubbling fountain there... that nice little piazza that was close to his hotel... But somehow, he’d gotten lost! He couldn’t recognise any of the buildings around him!

Joseph squinted up at the sky, noting how the sky was starting to turn to lilac. Ah, night-time... It wouldn’t do to be out at this time, would it? He continued to hobble along, trying to move faster. It was only then that he bumped into a young lad, and well--Joseph was lost, wasn’t he?

“Excuse me...” He called out in rather rusty Italian. “Would you help me, please?”

[faselunare]

mudoro replied to your post “mudoro replied to your post “Buccellati, I need a horse.” I need a...”

A. Horse.

mudoro replied to your post “mudoro replied to your post “Buccellati, I need a horse.” I need a...”

I am NOT repeating myself again.

“I’m not asking you to repeat...” Bucciarati pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a step back and turns his back to Giorno. “Give me a moment.” And he just. Stands there like that. Says nothing. Does nothing. Then he turns back, hands at his sides and steps forward again.

“Alright, si, I understand. Horse. You needn’t repeat that. For what purpose is a horse required? Further more, there are more specifics. Breed, coat color and patterns, to name a few.”

[justmaghookit]

mudoro replied to your photoset: Is this an eye meme? Can you guess who they belong...

they belong to blessed folks

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[daiikonn]

✘ ——— This area was different from the others he’s been to. The signs were in a language he hasn’t heard of before, therefore doesn’t know how to read. Struggling to make sense of everything around was becoming a chore, setting his pride aside he sought out some assistance. Perhaps the young man near by would be of some help. ❝Hmm? Hey kid! Do you know what this place is called. I happen to be lost. ❞

( @mudoro ) || don’t rip him off please