#profoca

[jellyluchi]

— 03/11

-> close up under the cut!!

Steady. Hold. Any motion in the perfectly juxtaposed position could the whole thing into a disarray. "A little to the left." Prosciutto moved as commanded but his chest hit her shoulder and it put the cellphone into a precarious imbalance. Silently, Focaccia did her best to recover the pose, her sticking out as she focused on the screen. "Are you sure this will work?" Her husband's voice was exasperated and she began to understand just how much he put up for her sake. Having to bend over to reach her heigh really wasn't helping the case. He wasn't about to deny her on her birthday "Yes, we had it let's try again," she said shifting towards him to get him in the shot. "There we go."

Thank you to the most most most wonderful and beautiful @prosxvivi on IG for this birthday gift!!! ❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹I wanted to share it here to show case the hard work that went into the beautiful piece I can't stop staring at either of them !!! 😭🩷🩷It has been a busy month so I have to share it after the date has passed but this piece holds so much meaning for me as

Close up!

[g0atmama]

Sheer Summer

feat @jellyluchi's Focaccia :3c

Put Prosciutto in a situation!! The situation doesn't make sense with established lore but shhh. Situation-ize that man.

Profoca + Proscitaccio. Like I said, don't think about the lore too hard.

This is it. This is how Prosciutto dies. This is how he dies.

It’s a hot Neapolitan summer day. Ghiaccio is off on a job, or they’d be once again pestering him about White Album. Most of the team is in lighter clothes. Prosciutto included- his jacket discarded to the other chair. He’s on the roof of the hideout. Most of the team is up there too.

He’s used to Focaccia wearing sheer clothes and light colors.

Not Granita.

He’s used to Focaccia’s confidence, that gorgeous woman so comfortable in her body and so ready and willing to show it off.

Not Granita.

Granita’s wearing one of Focaccia’s outfits. The cropped, sort of sheer fabric over her stomach. The pink covering her chest. God. And then Focaccia. Something similar, her larger breasts pushed up and revealed so much. Sheer over her stomach, too. A slightly darker shade of pink. He didn’t realize she owned two of those tops. Or maybe she took Granita out to buy her one. It fit her smaller bust perfectly after all.

Melone is not helping, sending videos in the team’s chat. Prosciutto looks just to get his eyes off them.

The camera’s pointed at Risotto. As he speaks, he snaps it quickly over to Granita and Focaccia- zooming directly in on the sheer fabric over their stomachs. Then back over to Prosciutto.

“Damn look at this man, ladi- Here’s the ladies for Prosciutto- look at him, redder than Granita's hair. He's head over heels for both of them. RIP, Prosciutto, death by horny.”

He heard Granita laugh. It must have been the video. He can’t hear what they’re talking about. But god. God, this is how he dies. The two women he loves more than anything, both wearing such revealing clothes. God. He's going to die.

Ghiaccio sends a message to the chat.

“Did I just see Granita in organza”

Granita sends a picture. Prosciutto can see Focaccia take it for her. Oh god. He’s going to die. He knows the picture is technically for Ghiaccio. But she sent it in the group. They get along so well. It's a dream come true.

He should not have taken a drink of his whiskey before opening it. He’s hacking up a lung.

[jellyluchi]

Our little eternity ⌛ I have loved you since before the beginning of time And I shall love you long after it has passed After our bodies have turned to dust and mended together in the sands of the beaches In the corners of cobblestones in the wet earth of the meadows As steadfast and constant as the best of a heart. May our love shine the brightest in the night sky where our souls may meet once more as dust born from the same star

⎯⎯⎯⎯ ✦ ʚ♡ɞ ✦ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

It's Prosciutto and I's 5th year together. All my family and I have known is struggle even before I was in love with him. He has become evermore important to me through times where nothing was certain about my future. I have poured blood, sweat, tears into everything i have for the both of us. As my family continues to struggle I still hope for better times when I'll be able to give him more time, more effort, more love, it never stops.

He is my universe. Once years ago I was mocked for saying so, for loving him so deeply and seriously. But genuinely, truly, nothing could come between the both of us. Being a riako for him has become a lifelong and meaningful dedication. He has meant more to me than anything I could have ever imagined. It is not hard to love him not hard to imagine a long, long, long, long, long future between us. All roads lead to Prosciutto.

With these ancient Roman words, I want to renew our vows stronger, more resilient, deeper, with more loyalty. Without shame, without fear, with passion, with reverence. When you love someone for a time so stretched that you no longer remember when you didn't. When the word love becomes moot and the simple aligning of returned gazes is enough. So I savor our little eternity.

[jellyluchi]

Who are you thinking about? ^O^

Penny for your thoughts, Valentine? 🩷

[jellyluchi]

Feb 17 2026 SF

Some recent eats ^O^🍞🥓

🖌️ bunoffee

[jellyluchi]

Happy Anniversary dearly beloved! it's that time of the year where I ramble about my feelings and pour sentimentality out of myself like a leaking faucet so I will be putting that under the tag I want to be vulnerable so please don't be judgmental.

I have been waiting with mute anticipation every year just for this day every year to make it sort of a tradition for myself (and Prosciutto!) to enjoy and take some time to appreciate all the time spent together over the years, especially how things have changed or stayed the same from all those years ago

Prosciutto came to me right before a really difficult time I hadn't realized I was struggling so much until after I already decided to selfship with him. And boy, am I happy for that decision... This day really did change my life! I should have known when I'd spotted him that it would happen but seriously I could not expect all this from myself.

And so much more that I didn't expect from myself happened and he was by my side through all of it. If I told the me from 4 years ago that I would be getting into art because of this man I wouldn't have believed it. I distinctly remember a time when I was so heavily in denial of my selfship out of deep, deep shame that I could not accept I could be the type of person to own a lot of merchandise especially things like body pillows of a character. I didn't believe it because I felt too vulnerable and less than when thinking of showing my love like that.

But I'm so happy that that's changed and turned a complete 180. I will happily and proudly own a Prosciutto dakimakura one day! I used to believe I would never be able to draw even if it was my passion since I was a child. I genuinely believed it would not happen in my lifetime. The only push I really needed was Prosciutto as my muse. So this piece if especially personal to me since I am so happy to be able to draw something just for our anniversary.

So much of Prosciutto's character is about keeping those he trusts the closest to his heart and pushing them to be better, supporting them to be their best version. He would not allow me to be ashamed of myself. And it only serves as more motivation to think of having someone like him by my side.

It caused me to make a character so personal to me I could change my perception of myself through her. I wanted him to love someone who looked like me, acted like me because I wanted to see someone like Focaccia being happy, achieving her dreams and her dream life. So many of the things he does with Focaccia ends up being my aspirations and hopes, some he symbolizes for him.

There was a time when I used to be irrationally upset and insecure about our perceived age gap. But over time I became so much more comfortable I like leaning into it, and given Prosciutto's powers I love the thought of him aging with me, keeping our age gap and essentially growing old together.

This is really funny but I like to remember this day from 4 years ago very fondly. I'd just read a fanfic that changed my brain chemistry so bad I could not focus on even showering and I used body wash as shampoo clumsily falling over myself just thinking about a life with this man. It became a core memory.

And after that one day, every single choice I've made has not only brought us closer but has brought me so many new people and friends into my life. My perspective changed, my though process changed. I owe him my early to late twenties. And hopefully more ♡

[jellyluchi]

someone put this image on my TL and well....

[g0atmama]

Stands are Dragons AU; feat @jellyluchi's Focaccia's Fire Woman Foca/Prosci/Granita/Ghia. It's a big ol polycule. Also dragons :3

I can't think of a title orz

It rained a few days ago. There's some muddy spots on the ground still, and now there's little paw tracks from all the dragons playing in it. Grateful Dead is huffing through his nose, holding Babyface down as he tries to lick her clean. She's trying to bite his foreleg to escape. He doesn't even react.

Mirror is lounging in the sunlight- Metallica are crawling all over him to find comfy spots to enjoy the sun too. Beach Boy is napping- curled around Pesci like a scarf as usual. He's waiting for Babyface to be freed so they can play again.

Mud splashes White Album. She hisses angrily- despite that it's one of the Symbiotic twins to splash her. It's the one with white on her paws. She chirps once, starting to climb White Album despite her muddy body.

Fire Woman skids into the other drake's sight. Chasing the other twin. The one with white on her head. The twins chirp to each other. The one Fire Woman chases runs to start climbing on Grateful Dead. He hisses and nips at her, trying to grab her tail.

Babyface manages to get free. She trills happily as she does, immediately sprinting over to the mud puddle next to her master and jumping, splashing his pants as she rolls around.

Grateful Dead roars angrily at her. Then snaps his jaws at Symbiotic again. He manages to catch her tail, yanking her over off his shoulder. She trills in playful protest. He pins her down to preen himself.

The eye on his forehead glares at the other Symbiotic. White Album chitters her annoyance as the tiny dragon crawls into her fur. Fire Woman approaches slowly, chirping at Grateful Dead.

His hisses once. His tail slaps the ground. He lifts his paw to let Symbiotic free- only after giving her a rough lick to groom the mud off her.

The masters are watching. Ghiaccio huffs a bit as Fire Woman starts chasing Symbiotic again- this time both of them all but tackling and knocking White Album over. She snaps at both of them.

Grateful Dead is going to need help cleaning his damn thunder.