#traitorsremorse

[unluckyrevolver]

traitorsremorse replied to your post: “What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?”

“It’s a fucking /panther/.”

“I guess it’s one of those mysteries that we’ll never know the answer to.”

[isolaradiale]

unfortunately his muse is just gone, so i'll be dropping pannacotta fugo from jojo's bizarre adventure, housed in condo 406

Dropped for you!

--Mod Lyra

[isolaradiale]

unfortunately my mental health has taken a toll lately so i'll be putting pannacotta fugo of jojo's bizarre adventure on hiatus to lighten my load. date is 9/16

placed on hiatus for you!

– mod pleiades.

[umoreblu]

❝ I’m not afraid. ❞

𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒜𝓈𝓀 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑒 || 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

❝ Good. ❞ 

The tiniest quirk of the corner of his lip accompanied the look he sent Fugo’s way, as well as a nod. He’d expected as much; Each of them had been through a lot, both separately as well as part of Passione. Whatever this island had to throw at them, well… They’d seen worse.

❝ Still… Don’t let your guard down. I’ve got a feeling this won’t be over anytime soon.❞

[aulifegiver]

     It would be easy enough to approach him, to walk up to him, call his name. And yet he hesitated. Why?

He didn’t need to ask himself that. He was wasting time. They were on good terms, weren’t they? There was no need to hesitate. In order not to startle him, Giorno took some steps his direction and called out with plenty of distance between them.

“I’d say it’s bad luck that we were taken somewhere else, wouldn’t you?

“But at least we found each other again. That offsets the bad.” No smile was forced now. Looking at Fugo made him realize that he was relieved. His hesitancy was partly born from worry over the other’s well-being. “How are you faring, Fugo?”

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[yanagichiri-blog]

     This place was creepy. It was dark and desolate, perfect for something or someone to jump out and attack him. It was times like these that he sorely missed his weapon, the cheap replica on his back an insult. He felt like he was a part of the horror stories he’d heard when he was younger, the defenseless protagonist walking to their imminent demise.

And just like those stories always told, suddenly there was a noise behind him

He screeched, turned, and flung out his arm. The same arm that held a worn copy of War and Peace.

It collided with whoever was behind him’s face before he could stop himself.

A couple of adrenaline-charged breaths and steps back later, he realized what he’d done. Instantly, he paled and stuttered.

“I-I’m sorry! I thought you were-- um--!” He took a deeper breath in an attempt to calm down. “Are you okay? That book was huge… Ugh, I really am sorry...” He tried to inspect the other and see if they were hurt.

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[quadrillionheir-blog]

Sector 5 was called the shopping district for a reason; a quick walk through its tangled streets revealed that it was more difficult to find a block that didn’t have some kind of bazaar or flea market or street fair or farmer’s market than one that did. Hardly a bad thing. Entertaining, really. Lion meandered through the tents and stalls until they found a certain kind of jackpot: a tent selling extremely lovely vintage books for a preposterously low amount.

They were so caught up in browsing that everything else faded into the distance, until, reaching for a spectacular illustrated Moby Dick, Lion’s hand touched someone else’s, as that person reached for the same.

The heir looked up.

“Oh, my apologies... I’ll wait, if you want to look at it first. Or I’d be happy to look over your shoulder.” What was he wearing...? Seemed avant-garde. “I’m just blown away by the selection here... I’m sure you understand.”

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[aulifegiver]

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TO: Pannacotta Fugo FROM: Giorno Giovanna

[1/1] How would you feel about being in a couple’s contest with me?