viral infection .

𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.

[viraditore]

independentㅤ&ㅤprivateㅤ&ㅤselective.ㅤheavily canon divergentㅤ&ㅤheadcanon based.ㅤㅤ━━ㅤㅤPANNACOTTA FUGO, member of passione under capo bruno bucciarati & the stand user who wields purple haze, from hirohiko araki's JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE.ㅤㅤ━━ㅤㅤmixed canon, with portrayal drawn from the animanga & video games. characterization is inspired by purple haze feedback, but most of the actual story of the novel is not taken into consideration.

➤ㅤCARRD.ㅤㅤ➤ㅤPLAYLIST.ㅤㅤ➤ㅤPINTEREST.

[viraditore]

mine & aesop's fugio

[judgedarts]

i’ll know

[viraditore]

fugo, dear. i missed you.

she makes his skin crawl, in the way insects do. she's fond of them, isn't she? she's fond of things most people wouldn't consider things to be fond of. (bugs, godhood, pannacotta fugo.) giorno giovanna has buried herself under his skin & refuses to let him go. it makes him feel wanted, it makes him feel dirty that it makes him feel wanted. but, he smiles. it's sad, it's defeated. but it's a smile.

"yeah," he relents. "i'll always come back. you know that." you expect that.

[lazarusstumbles]

The Last Days of Judas Iscariot - Stephen Adly Guirgis

[vvisti]

stopped procrastinating and caught up on the jjba anime yesterday

 _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

[transjohnny]

“Nobody can survive in this world on ideals alone.”

[viraditore]

man fuck you

fuck you mista

[viraditore]

terrible news "man fuck you" "fuck you mista" turned into a 1k text argument between mista & fugo.

[viraditore]

[thisanger]

❝ sorry, sorry. not trying to assume anything, kiddo. ❞ his hands are momentarily held up in a gesture of surrender before he lowers them again. it's heartbreaking to witness fugo, in truth; a reminder of who zack was before his world was forced to change, a child in circumstances that should only be left to adults. ❝ i didn't say you were selfish, either. just that you have every right to be so. it's great you say what you want, and that you're so self - assured, but. . . it doesn't mean anything if you don't let yourself be a little selfish. ❞ zack understands. he doesn't want to assume or pry, but he understands; he'd grown up a little too quickly, too harshly. he's familiar with the signs, no matter the differences in how it had to be done. ❝ and, so you know. growing up fast doesn't mean you're not still a kid. you should be allowed to be a kid, fugo. no matter what you might think you have to do, it doesn't change the fact that some things need to be left to grown - ups. that's our job. your job is to be a kid. ❞

[viraditore]

"my job is to keep my team safe!"ㅤthat has been his purpose since he first called himself pannacotta fugo; channeling his anger into something directed towards targets― both unlucky & entirely deserving of whatever rage he would unload onto them at the slightest provocation. ㅤ"i tried to get you to stop nicely, but i'm not just some kid!"ㅤi've killed people.ㅤ"i don't have the time to be a kid!"ㅤvenom pools in the back of his throat, threatening to either spill out or drown him. & the only thing fugo has ever been certain of is his need to survive.ㅤ"i've always been able to stand side-by-side with shitty lowlifes almost two times my age when it was for shit like school, so why shouldn't i use what i know where it belongs?!"ㅤwhether or not the anger is deserved,ㅤit boils over,ㅤ& a finger jabs against the older man's chest― easily mistaken for strength & standing his ground, instead more akin to the reckless rage to be expected from someone who was never able to grow past it.ㅤ"so just shut up! quit saying bullshit that makes you sound like you know whatever stupid shit you think you're spewing out your ass! do you think you're fuckin' smarter than me?! do you think you know me more than i do?! last one fuckin' day in my head, jackass!ㅤit'd eat you alive!ㅤyou don't know me!"

[viraditore]

scruffs him (gently).

"hey―!"ㅤhis hands come up to try & grasp at her wrist.ㅤ"i'm not some cat who was stuck in a tight space! let go!"

[viraditore]

you are sixteen years old. you have every right to be as selfish as you want and assert your wishes.

"that's―"ㅤone arm wraps around the span of his own waist, tugging his other arm closer to him. it's a rather reserved gesture, in an attempt to make himself seem smaller against all his knowledge that he's anything but.ㅤ"that's irrelevant― my age, i mean. some of us have to grow up faster than others."ㅤhis parents always praised him for it, for how quickly he took to things that adults do. it's one of the only things they ever praised him for, & even then, they always expected more.ㅤ"i already say whatever i want, but i'm not― i'm not selfish. i just know that i'm right about things, i always have been. it's not my wishes, it's fact."ㅤit's what i've always been told is right.ㅤ(listen to fugo, he knows best.)ㅤ(your son, mr. ███████, is one of the smartest students i've ever had. even the seniors could learn something from him.)ㅤ(fugo, what do you think?)

"respectfully as i can say this, mr. fair, please stop talking like you know anything about my circumstances."

[viraditore]

thinking about how fugo was bucciarati's second in command. thinking about how he was the first member of the team- joining when the idea of bruno having his own team was still something he was only thinking about. thinking about how he was there to see all the others join. thinking about how he was the one who introduced narancia to bucciarati. thinking about how purple haze feedback (despite the details of how it's handled being somewhat annoying) presents the idea that fugo talked to abbacchio while he was in jail & brought up the idea of passione to him when he asked. thinking about how fugo helped build that family right alongside bucciarati. thinking about how he finally had a family again. thinking about how he always cared about keeping them all alive because he was smart & logical & kept them all from doing stupid shit. the boat scene proves he cares about survival over the mission. he was the more logical second in command to bruno's more emotional leader (though they both were not SOLELY these roles). thinking about how he is comfortable enough to be blunt & openly disagree with bucciarati inn a calm manner.

thinking about how the one time the team didn't listen to him, 3/4 of them died.

[sboopie]

hey remember those zipper stickers i made last year I FINALLY FINISHED THEM

close ups under the cut!

[doomedsouls]

different. weird. concerning. you're concerning me, he says. but giorno can read him so easily, has fugo forgotten that? he knows what he means to say; you're scaring me. the goodwill dissipates with each heartbreaking word attached. his smile falters entirely. suddenly his mind is plastered with long forgotten memories that he so eagerly stored away like boxes in the attic, purposely left to collect dust. suddenly he is a small boy of six again, riddled in bruises and unable to cry, labelled as strange & creepy. there is a choir of cruel children and then there is the voice of the man who should have been his stepfather, but knew nothing of paternal love whatsoever. suddenly he is no longer the golden don of passione, he is the outcast and he is beneath the dirt.

he is not. he never will be, never again. he will not let himself fall, he will not topple. he will dig his heels further in the ground he has fought so hard to keep. he is not nothing.

( that is all you are to him. requiem whispers conspiratorially, their ever present frown deepening. since the beginning. he mirrors abbacchio's distrust. it has never changed. )

❝  i don't trust you? ❞ he echoes, his head lifting and his hand dropped to rest atop the desk. his posture straightens. there is concern laced in his tone, but there is also a hinted presence of offense. how dare you. a voice intones that sounds more like requiem's than his own. ❝  i trust you with my life. i trust in your words, your wit, your counsel. even if i disagree with it at times, i appreciate it. there is no other i would ask for in your place. ❞

( he desires not to be king. requiem had once deemed judgment when giorno invited him back, welcoming him with open arms. merely to be the piece which outlasts all others on the chess board. )

this is a serious matter. giorno rises from his seat, slow & careful, not once taking his eyes off the other. there has never been reason to worry about unexpected stand presence, not until now it seems. requiem's presence hovers like a shadow, and it is giorno who still fights with insistence that these are unneeded measures. fugo would never. . . but would he? he crosses around his desk but wisely keeps distance, waiting for fugo to approach him first.

❝  fugo, listen to me. ❞ he keeps his voice steady & calm, hoping to diffuse the slow growing escalation. both hands are raised upwards to indicate he means no harm. ❝ everything you know is the most anyone knows, moreso than mista & trish. you are my advisor, i turn to you first before i make any decisions. i am keeping nothing from you.  ❞

( evidently, that must be altered. requiem advises. whether open or secretive, he stands against us. )

❝  we can talk. okay? whatever it is you think i haven't told you enough about, we can discuss it. right here, right now. ❞

[viraditore]

"you listen to me. you tell me about your decisions, but what about things that aren't yours?"ㅤi'm scared.ㅤfugo speaks before he can let his tongue continue to be the noose around his neck.ㅤ"fuck. what i mean is―"ㅤi'm scared.ㅤit leaks out of every word he says & every miniscule movement of his joints― voluntary or not.ㅤ"―i'm talking about what's going on in your head."ㅤ& such a thing is something he is horrifyingly familiar with. he's the best person to breach this topic, & he knows he is. he knows the dangers of a stand more than anyone else― & he knows the horrors that one can be when it reflects the mental state of their user. he knows that a stand can be all their badness personified just the same as their strength. he knows the horror to have a stand you cannot control. fugo considers himself lucky to have not witnessed what the others talk about; an evolution from the once almost healing existence of gold experience. but the presence that follows giorno's shadow is ever-clear to someone as familiar with the shadows as purple haze & its infectious virus.

you're suffering.ㅤit would be the nicest way to start actually getting into things, but it wouldn't be what he actually wants to say.ㅤ(who gives a fuck if giorno is suffering? he's not special for that.)ㅤfor a brief moment, the rage helps keep him balanced― keeps him from backing away & retracting all his statements.ㅤi'm suffering, you're suffering. talk to me. let's sort this shit out.ㅤfor a moment, it almost reminds him of a combination of how abbacchio & bucciarati fulfilled similar positions in his worst moments. ㅤ"what are you thinking about, giorno? you're good at reading people, but you're not the only one who has functioning braincells in your inner circle."ㅤmista's too willingly blinded to see beyond the sun, & trish doesn't want to get burned by what's her warmth. fugo has been both of these things, but he can take the fall better than either of them.

rather than stepping forward, he keeps his position, refusing to willingly walk closer to a flickering flame. his gaze diverts, attempting not to linger too long on the feeling of having disappointed the other that threatens to pick at recently healed scars until they bleed once more.ㅤ"i don't know about what happened while i wasn't there― & i don't know if anything has happened recently, but something's changed."ㅤthere's a realization of the irony found in his words. how can you claim to know him enough to recognize change when your biggest complaint had always been how little everyone had known of him when they marched off to their deaths?ㅤbut fugo had seen a golden heart,ㅤthat had not been a lie. a solid one; one that shone just enough to prove its authenticity. but it has become molten, melted down & shaped into something that he thinks is ill-fitting for the young man that he had acknowledged during the short few days he knew him.

"talk."ㅤit's a demand, because he believes that to be the only correct course of action.ㅤI'M SCARED.ㅤ"even now, looking at me, it's like you're looking at me from behind a pane of glass― like i'm some fish in an aquarium. like some fucking piranha that you're trying to stop from biting you if you reach your hand in."ㅤGET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY.ㅤit's not an unfair treatment ... if it were coming from anyone other than giorno, who successfully created a vaccine to the killer virus that even the most hardened members of passoine had feared if they heard about it.ㅤyou're immune,ㅤhe wants to say.ㅤ"you're looking at me like we're two completely different species. you're in your head, & we can't have our don lost in his head. it'll lead to reckless, bad decisions."

& fugo thinks he's suffered from other peoples' decisions long enough to last him lifetimes.ㅤ"you're paranoid. you're losing it about something. i can tell. i can't give you advice if you don't confide in me."

[viraditore]

thinking about how fugo's paranoia is a virtue in the world he lives in & with the people he surrounds himself with.