#prcdigic

[coelcstis]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 .     /     @prcdigic​     /      muse  :  pet shop 

         -ˏˋ ❤ ˊˎ-      ╱     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 ,     it would seem like the bird was attempting to get a message across . though whether or not it did was up for debate . he has come to learn of the master’s young prodigy to which he was more tame in these moments but he remained weary nonetheless . it was ingrained within his bird brain that he should not trust outsiders , always attack but he’d never disobey if DIO had told him to lay his talons when it came to this boy named GIORNO GIOVANNA .     ❛  squawk ——  ❜     he chirped at him , eyes narrowed on the treat in his hand . pet shop knew it was for him . in his way of displaying dominance , he fluffed up his feathers as to appear larger than he was  &&  moved along the perch to quickly nab the cube from his fingertips before scooting back further away . he made seemingly pleased noises at giorno .

[zettaflarc]

MAKE A TERRARIUM BASED ON YOUR MUSE

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[rejectedhumanityx-archive]

@prcdigic

The young man standing before him seemed so familiar to DIO. That golden hair and almost unnaturally beautiful features, the charisma and powerful aura that radiated from him... DIO felt as though he was looking into a mirror. The younger blond may have not looked exactly like him... but the resemblance was too much to be a coincidence.

There was a connection between him and this stranger, DIO just knew it. There was a reason Gravity had drawn them to each other.

"Your name is Giorno, isn't it?" DIO asked, his voice soft.

[punkedhero]

@prcdigic! 👀 Spare Giorno?

[strawberryrots]

fugo is handed an orange ladybird ! careful, he might pinch you !

@prcdigic​ // 🍓

these things are pests and fugo’s first memory of them is a distant one. he’s seen them before; upended on the floor of his bedroom window in the spring. they found their homes there and fugo’s father would always complain as he pinched a few off the hem of fugo’s jacket. 

fumigating each year was preventative care. he also heard that they’ve become an infestation in north america.

...well it’s done nothing yet as it rests at the knuckle of fugo’s index finger but it leaves a yellow stain as it walks and fugo’s lips twist. “is it true that they’re toxic?”

[zettaflarc-aa]

@prcdigic​ ♥

"You’ve been staring for five minutes.” Abbacchio snarls, taking out his headphones. “Spit it out.”

[figlic]

@prcdigic​

There was a certain amount of trepidation in her steps as she approached the building. She was pretty sure this was the right place. It was almost weird coming back to see him. It felt like so long ago that they were wrapped up in their crazy adventure, like it was a past life or something. Of course, she would never forget those moments, for better or worse.

Trish took a moment to gather herself in front of the door. She wondered if Giorno had changed at all over the years. A lot can happen, especially for the leader of an organization as large as Passione.

She wasn’t sure why exactly she was nervous. It was simply a meeting between friends after all. Perhaps it was the time away. She decided though that there was no sense in hesitating further. With a breath, she knocked on the door.

[fleremus]

@prcdigic​ //  starter call!  // accepting

“  Have I given you any indication at all that I care? “