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@voodoo-child
Sheila E Rp blog, https://orange-plane-boy.tumblr.com/ secondary RP blog
-8 years of RP experience, but this is my first time RP on Tumblr, also English is not my first language
-Oc and AU friendly
-Fine with multi and poly ships, i’m not picky!
-No nsfw here, i hc Sheila as Ace!
Will not roleplay:
- Rape/Non con scenarios
-Shotacon/lolicon
-Heavy gore
-Incest
“Sea shell!!” She coos and rubs her cheek against Sheila
"That' aint my name-" ahe blinks "And what the hell are you doing"
“I know! But sheila sounds like sea shell!” She grins “I’m giving you affection! Like what I do with fuggy naraie and giogio!”
“I’m think about getting sea shells for you!”
"Well, im not Fugo nor Narancia" she replied
"But i guess you can still gift me some shells...not that i would do something with those"
“Sea shell!!” She coos and rubs her cheek against Sheila
"That' aint my name-" ahe blinks "And what the hell are you doing"
Getting rid of the bodies was always the worst part of the job, it was dirty, sticky, and over all a pain in the ass.
At least they were done, so now the girl was washing the blood from her hands inside a pubblic bathroom
“So, do you think they got the message or they will bug us again?” She murmured to break the ice after a bit of silence.
They had some problems with some people from Calabria, as Passione power grew day by day there still was some people not reelly happy about it. Luckly Passione also had the ability to find easy any possible moles or dangers.
“Wish Voodoo Child managed go get more info about them, but i cant really pick or choose what the mouths says”
The huge animal-like stand was sitting on the floor, slowing moving its tail, almost like a puppy waiting for uts owner to be done
@purplecraze
“I highly doubt it. an organization like that doesn’t get big from backing off at the first signs of danger…” Fugo picked at his nails, trying to get some humanly remains from underneath them. Goons like this weren’t all THAT big of a problem. But GioGio had too many secrets that needed to be kept. If information got out that Giorno was actually a usurper that assassinated the previous boss, he’d instantly lose support from a good 80% of Passione. All the more because he doesn’t have a single drop of Italian blood. And that doesn’t even mention that he is the son of the man who caused the 1987 Cairo massacre, or the 1888 Windknight’s lot disappearances…
He glanced from Voodoo Child over to Sheila. the slightly canine similarity shone through in the girl’s behavior. Blind loyalty to her master. But how much did GioGio tell her? Was she kept in the dark like the rest who weren’t present in that awful week? Fugo in no way questioned if she’d remain loyal once finding out the truth, just… it wouldn’t be good if she heard it out of Voodoo Doll’s mouth and not GioGio’s. Was it really Fugo’s place to say anything about it, though?
“Oh well, i suppose…” she said whiping her hands on her shirt, notbothering to use the paper towels
Sheila wasnt someone that chatted a lot, and usually it was ok, as she mostly worked alone and anyway it was ok during a mission, she and Fugo could comunicate just what they needed to do to kill the target.
But as she started to work more and more wirh the blondie, she realized that there were a lot of awkard silences.
The major problem being that sheila did not knew how to comunicate outside her job
“…..Ehy Shortcake, can i ask you a thing?”
“…….” the boy closed his eyes, internally counting to 10. What a stupid nickname, she’s way shorter than he is. He was almost tempted to be a petty jerk and reply ‘you just did’, but he believed to be at least a LITTLE above that level. “Go ahead.” he breathed a sigh as he spoke.
Gee…Was he aready pissed?
“Now..Im not someone that ask this kind of stuff, but tecnically its also your fault, lets say that i worked my ass off to kill someone and then that someone end up dead because of some blondie with anger issues.
and so you are like ‘oh wow, i almost have 0 purpose in my life now’ Because your only other goal in life its to prevent that your boss dies, but he also dosent really listen to you so most of your day you just sit in your room, what would you do to find a new purpose in life? Lets say yhat you also have 0 idea how a normal person works because your have forcing people to kill themself since you were 10”
He cringed. “Well, I’d start with stopping to guilttrip one of the 3 people you can actually talk with. It was him or me, and GioGio would have died too.”
Sigh. “A purpose in life? uhhh…” despite some slight annoyance, he thought it over properly. “Hardly anyone really lives with an actual ‘purpose’ in mind. In that aspect, protecting GioGio is already a noble purpose… But most people just look for a way to become happy. some strive towards money, or love, or knowledge, or good health. when something makes you happy, it’s something you can work towards obtaining more of it. For example, you probably started off with barely able of pushing a knife between someone’s ribs. But now, you can gut them in the blink of an eye. That’s fine progress you made and something to be proud of.” whether it made her ‘happy’ was up for speculation, but… “What you can do is get out of your comfortable little world and explore some things. Hobbies, sports, activities. Maybe you’ll find something along the way that you’ll enjoy. And along will come people you can enjoy it with.” Though in Fugo’s case, it had been the other way around. Meeting new people had broadened his view on enjoyable things in life.
“Its just- look i suck talking to people- So do you- yet you managed to have a bunch of friends and dating someone” she replied rolling her eyes
“Meanwhile this is probabily the longest conversation i had in the past month and my other ‘friend’ is a 30 years old man, you can see that im not really the most social people out here..”
She sighed “Having hobbies and friends seems something…i dont know, something too normal for someone in the mafia.
I love Giogio as a boss and i would die to protect him but…you know, working for him its different from what i was used to with Diavolo.
I-In a good way!
But first my routine was just wake up, do some training, kill anyone that make his paranoid ass worry, do some mission, more killing and then sleep and now i have a bunch of free time that i never had since i was like 9 and im like “holy shit im nothing beside a killing machine” hell im not even sure if i have a favorite food at this point, i would just eat what could give me the energy to go on for the day”
Fugo could relate. A lifestyle where everything was already decided, where only one pattern was expected of you, and there was no time to even consider what you’d actually want for yourself. Falling out of a rhythm like that, it’s clear to see that it was a poisonous environment….. but…. it was familiar. And losing that familiar toxicity… is terrifying.
“Whether it’s too normal or not doesn’t really matter. What matters is whether you want it. I really lucked out with the people who I found, and I can’t really explain you how to do it…. But uhm… I can introduce you to some of them? Maybe we can hang out. Doing things together with others makes them more enjoyable, and maybe their enthusiasm is infectious on you. You could try gardening with GioGio. Bucciarati likes fishing. Narancia has a ton of hobbies he falls in and out of, but it mostly involves music or planes. I doubt you’d get away easily if you’d asked Murolo to show you some magic tricks. and I could take you kickboxing or recommend some books. Just name it….”
Ah–
The girl looked away, realizing that she talked a bit too much about her own issues
“Ah…Well, i guess i could give it a try…” she replied scratching her cheek
“A-Anyway! Wanna grab something to eat before we get back? Its on me, not that s lot of places are open at this hour..”
ah yes, the belated embarrassment of oversharing. classic. “I won’t say no to free food. There’s probably still some drive throughs open.”
"Yeah probabily-"
She looked her hands one last time to check if there was any blood left
"Hop in the car then, fragolina"
Getting rid of the bodies was always the worst part of the job, it was dirty, sticky, and over all a pain in the ass.
At least they were done, so now the girl was washing the blood from her hands inside a pubblic bathroom
“So, do you think they got the message or they will bug us again?” She murmured to break the ice after a bit of silence.
They had some problems with some people from Calabria, as Passione power grew day by day there still was some people not reelly happy about it. Luckly Passione also had the ability to find easy any possible moles or dangers.
“Wish Voodoo Child managed go get more info about them, but i cant really pick or choose what the mouths says”
The huge animal-like stand was sitting on the floor, slowing moving its tail, almost like a puppy waiting for uts owner to be done
@purplecraze
“I highly doubt it. an organization like that doesn’t get big from backing off at the first signs of danger…” Fugo picked at his nails, trying to get some humanly remains from underneath them. Goons like this weren’t all THAT big of a problem. But GioGio had too many secrets that needed to be kept. If information got out that Giorno was actually a usurper that assassinated the previous boss, he’d instantly lose support from a good 80% of Passione. All the more because he doesn’t have a single drop of Italian blood. And that doesn’t even mention that he is the son of the man who caused the 1987 Cairo massacre, or the 1888 Windknight’s lot disappearances…
He glanced from Voodoo Child over to Sheila. the slightly canine similarity shone through in the girl’s behavior. Blind loyalty to her master. But how much did GioGio tell her? Was she kept in the dark like the rest who weren’t present in that awful week? Fugo in no way questioned if she’d remain loyal once finding out the truth, just… it wouldn’t be good if she heard it out of Voodoo Doll’s mouth and not GioGio’s. Was it really Fugo’s place to say anything about it, though?
“Oh well, i suppose…” she said whiping her hands on her shirt, notbothering to use the paper towels
Sheila wasnt someone that chatted a lot, and usually it was ok, as she mostly worked alone and anyway it was ok during a mission, she and Fugo could comunicate just what they needed to do to kill the target.
But as she started to work more and more wirh the blondie, she realized that there were a lot of awkard silences.
The major problem being that sheila did not knew how to comunicate outside her job
“…..Ehy Shortcake, can i ask you a thing?”
“…….” the boy closed his eyes, internally counting to 10. What a stupid nickname, she’s way shorter than he is. He was almost tempted to be a petty jerk and reply ‘you just did’, but he believed to be at least a LITTLE above that level. “Go ahead.” he breathed a sigh as he spoke.
Gee…Was he aready pissed?
“Now..Im not someone that ask this kind of stuff, but tecnically its also your fault, lets say that i worked my ass off to kill someone and then that someone end up dead because of some blondie with anger issues.
and so you are like ‘oh wow, i almost have 0 purpose in my life now’ Because your only other goal in life its to prevent that your boss dies, but he also dosent really listen to you so most of your day you just sit in your room, what would you do to find a new purpose in life? Lets say yhat you also have 0 idea how a normal person works because your have forcing people to kill themself since you were 10”
He cringed. “Well, I’d start with stopping to guilttrip one of the 3 people you can actually talk with. It was him or me, and GioGio would have died too.”
Sigh. “A purpose in life? uhhh…” despite some slight annoyance, he thought it over properly. “Hardly anyone really lives with an actual ‘purpose’ in mind. In that aspect, protecting GioGio is already a noble purpose… But most people just look for a way to become happy. some strive towards money, or love, or knowledge, or good health. when something makes you happy, it’s something you can work towards obtaining more of it. For example, you probably started off with barely able of pushing a knife between someone’s ribs. But now, you can gut them in the blink of an eye. That’s fine progress you made and something to be proud of.” whether it made her ‘happy’ was up for speculation, but… “What you can do is get out of your comfortable little world and explore some things. Hobbies, sports, activities. Maybe you’ll find something along the way that you’ll enjoy. And along will come people you can enjoy it with.” Though in Fugo’s case, it had been the other way around. Meeting new people had broadened his view on enjoyable things in life.
“Its just- look i suck talking to people- So do you- yet you managed to have a bunch of friends and dating someone” she replied rolling her eyes
“Meanwhile this is probabily the longest conversation i had in the past month and my other ‘friend’ is a 30 years old man, you can see that im not really the most social people out here..”
She sighed “Having hobbies and friends seems something…i dont know, something too normal for someone in the mafia.
I love Giogio as a boss and i would die to protect him but…you know, working for him its different from what i was used to with Diavolo.
I-In a good way!
But first my routine was just wake up, do some training, kill anyone that make his paranoid ass worry, do some mission, more killing and then sleep and now i have a bunch of free time that i never had since i was like 9 and im like “holy shit im nothing beside a killing machine” hell im not even sure if i have a favorite food at this point, i would just eat what could give me the energy to go on for the day”
Fugo could relate. A lifestyle where everything was already decided, where only one pattern was expected of you, and there was no time to even consider what you’d actually want for yourself. Falling out of a rhythm like that, it’s clear to see that it was a poisonous environment….. but…. it was familiar. And losing that familiar toxicity… is terrifying.
“Whether it’s too normal or not doesn’t really matter. What matters is whether you want it. I really lucked out with the people who I found, and I can’t really explain you how to do it…. But uhm… I can introduce you to some of them? Maybe we can hang out. Doing things together with others makes them more enjoyable, and maybe their enthusiasm is infectious on you. You could try gardening with GioGio. Bucciarati likes fishing. Narancia has a ton of hobbies he falls in and out of, but it mostly involves music or planes. I doubt you’d get away easily if you’d asked Murolo to show you some magic tricks. and I could take you kickboxing or recommend some books. Just name it….”
Ah--
The girl looked away, realizing that she talked a bit too much about her own issues
"Ah...Well, i guess i could give it a try..." she replied scratching her cheek
"A-Anyway! Wanna grab something to eat before we get back? Its on me, not that s lot of places are open at this hour.."
International pet your stand day!
mista believes that sheila gets special treatment
Getting rid of the bodies was always the worst part of the job, it was dirty, sticky, and over all a pain in the ass.
At least they were done, so now the girl was washing the blood from her hands inside a pubblic bathroom
“So, do you think they got the message or they will bug us again?” She murmured to break the ice after a bit of silence.
They had some problems with some people from Calabria, as Passione power grew day by day there still was some people not reelly happy about it. Luckly Passione also had the ability to find easy any possible moles or dangers.
“Wish Voodoo Child managed go get more info about them, but i cant really pick or choose what the mouths says”
The huge animal-like stand was sitting on the floor, slowing moving its tail, almost like a puppy waiting for uts owner to be done
@purplecraze
“I highly doubt it. an organization like that doesn’t get big from backing off at the first signs of danger…” Fugo picked at his nails, trying to get some humanly remains from underneath them. Goons like this weren’t all THAT big of a problem. But GioGio had too many secrets that needed to be kept. If information got out that Giorno was actually a usurper that assassinated the previous boss, he’d instantly lose support from a good 80% of Passione. All the more because he doesn’t have a single drop of Italian blood. And that doesn’t even mention that he is the son of the man who caused the 1987 Cairo massacre, or the 1888 Windknight’s lot disappearances…
He glanced from Voodoo Child over to Sheila. the slightly canine similarity shone through in the girl’s behavior. Blind loyalty to her master. But how much did GioGio tell her? Was she kept in the dark like the rest who weren’t present in that awful week? Fugo in no way questioned if she’d remain loyal once finding out the truth, just… it wouldn’t be good if she heard it out of Voodoo Doll’s mouth and not GioGio’s. Was it really Fugo’s place to say anything about it, though?
“Oh well, i suppose…” she said whiping her hands on her shirt, notbothering to use the paper towels
Sheila wasnt someone that chatted a lot, and usually it was ok, as she mostly worked alone and anyway it was ok during a mission, she and Fugo could comunicate just what they needed to do to kill the target.
But as she started to work more and more wirh the blondie, she realized that there were a lot of awkard silences.
The major problem being that sheila did not knew how to comunicate outside her job
“…..Ehy Shortcake, can i ask you a thing?”
“…….” the boy closed his eyes, internally counting to 10. What a stupid nickname, she’s way shorter than he is. He was almost tempted to be a petty jerk and reply ‘you just did’, but he believed to be at least a LITTLE above that level. “Go ahead.” he breathed a sigh as he spoke.
Gee…Was he aready pissed?
“Now..Im not someone that ask this kind of stuff, but tecnically its also your fault, lets say that i worked my ass off to kill someone and then that someone end up dead because of some blondie with anger issues.
and so you are like ‘oh wow, i almost have 0 purpose in my life now’ Because your only other goal in life its to prevent that your boss dies, but he also dosent really listen to you so most of your day you just sit in your room, what would you do to find a new purpose in life? Lets say yhat you also have 0 idea how a normal person works because your have forcing people to kill themself since you were 10”
He cringed. “Well, I’d start with stopping to guilttrip one of the 3 people you can actually talk with. It was him or me, and GioGio would have died too.”
Sigh. “A purpose in life? uhhh…” despite some slight annoyance, he thought it over properly. “Hardly anyone really lives with an actual ‘purpose’ in mind. In that aspect, protecting GioGio is already a noble purpose… But most people just look for a way to become happy. some strive towards money, or love, or knowledge, or good health. when something makes you happy, it’s something you can work towards obtaining more of it. For example, you probably started off with barely able of pushing a knife between someone’s ribs. But now, you can gut them in the blink of an eye. That’s fine progress you made and something to be proud of.” whether it made her ‘happy’ was up for speculation, but… “What you can do is get out of your comfortable little world and explore some things. Hobbies, sports, activities. Maybe you’ll find something along the way that you’ll enjoy. And along will come people you can enjoy it with.” Though in Fugo’s case, it had been the other way around. Meeting new people had broadened his view on enjoyable things in life.
"Its just- look i suck talking to people- So do you- yet you managed to have a bunch of friends and dating someone" she replied rolling her eyes
"Meanwhile this is probabily the longest conversation i had in the past month and my other 'friend' is a 30 years old man, you can see that im not really the most social people out here.."
She sighed "Having hobbies and friends seems something...i dont know, something too normal for someone in the mafia.
I love Giogio as a boss and i would die to protect him but...you know, working for him its different from what i was used to with Diavolo.
I-In a good way!
But first my routine was just wake up, do some training, kill anyone that make his paranoid ass worry, do some mission, more killing and then sleep and now i have a bunch of free time that i never had since i was like 9 and im like "holy shit im nothing beside a killing machine" hell im not even sure if i have a favorite food at this point, i would just eat what could give me the energy to go on for the day"
Getting rid of the bodies was always the worst part of the job, it was dirty, sticky, and over all a pain in the ass.
At least they were done, so now the girl was washing the blood from her hands inside a pubblic bathroom
“So, do you think they got the message or they will bug us again?” She murmured to break the ice after a bit of silence.
They had some problems with some people from Calabria, as Passione power grew day by day there still was some people not reelly happy about it. Luckly Passione also had the ability to find easy any possible moles or dangers.
“Wish Voodoo Child managed go get more info about them, but i cant really pick or choose what the mouths says”
The huge animal-like stand was sitting on the floor, slowing moving its tail, almost like a puppy waiting for uts owner to be done
@purplecraze
“I highly doubt it. an organization like that doesn’t get big from backing off at the first signs of danger…” Fugo picked at his nails, trying to get some humanly remains from underneath them. Goons like this weren’t all THAT big of a problem. But GioGio had too many secrets that needed to be kept. If information got out that Giorno was actually a usurper that assassinated the previous boss, he’d instantly lose support from a good 80% of Passione. All the more because he doesn’t have a single drop of Italian blood. And that doesn’t even mention that he is the son of the man who caused the 1987 Cairo massacre, or the 1888 Windknight’s lot disappearances…
He glanced from Voodoo Child over to Sheila. the slightly canine similarity shone through in the girl’s behavior. Blind loyalty to her master. But how much did GioGio tell her? Was she kept in the dark like the rest who weren’t present in that awful week? Fugo in no way questioned if she’d remain loyal once finding out the truth, just… it wouldn’t be good if she heard it out of Voodoo Doll’s mouth and not GioGio’s. Was it really Fugo’s place to say anything about it, though?
“Oh well, i suppose…” she said whiping her hands on her shirt, notbothering to use the paper towels
Sheila wasnt someone that chatted a lot, and usually it was ok, as she mostly worked alone and anyway it was ok during a mission, she and Fugo could comunicate just what they needed to do to kill the target.
But as she started to work more and more wirh the blondie, she realized that there were a lot of awkard silences.
The major problem being that sheila did not knew how to comunicate outside her job
“…..Ehy Shortcake, can i ask you a thing?”
“…….” the boy closed his eyes, internally counting to 10. What a stupid nickname, she’s way shorter than he is. He was almost tempted to be a petty jerk and reply ‘you just did’, but he believed to be at least a LITTLE above that level. “Go ahead.” he breathed a sigh as he spoke.
Gee...Was he aready pissed?
"Now..Im not someone that ask this kind of stuff, but tecnically its also your fault, lets say that i worked my ass off to kill someone and then that someone end up dead because of some blondie with anger issues.
and so you are like 'oh wow, i almost have 0 purpose in my life now' Because your only other goal in life its to prevent that your boss dies, but he also dosent really listen to you so most of your day you just sit in your room, what would you do to find a new purpose in life? Lets say yhat you also have 0 idea how a normal person works because your have forcing people to kill themself since you were 10"
The clown stares at the girl
"Uh...hello?"
“I want to kiss you can I?” The clown waits patiently kinda like puppy waiting for their treat
"Wh-- no?? Kid you cnat kiss strangers!"
She frowns “ why not! We’re not strangers i know you! You protect giogio! And it’s on the cheek!”
"I barelly know you and you barelly know me. That what a stranger is. So no, no kisses. Go...i dont know, watch my little pony or whatever your kids do"
“Hey I’m not a kid I’m 16 years old!” She pouts
“Why don’t we go on a date then! Then we can get to know each other and I can buy you sweets!”
No way she is older than her-
"You mean..hang out?"
The clown stares at the girl
"Uh...hello?"
“I want to kiss you can I?” The clown waits patiently kinda like puppy waiting for their treat
"Wh-- no?? Kid you cnat kiss strangers!"
She frowns “ why not! We’re not strangers i know you! You protect giogio! And it’s on the cheek!”
"I barelly know you and you barelly know me. That what a stranger is. So no, no kisses. Go...i dont know, watch my little pony or whatever your kids do"
The clown stares at the girl
"Uh...hello?"
“I want to kiss you can I?” The clown waits patiently kinda like puppy waiting for their treat
"Wh-- no?? Kid you cnat kiss strangers!"
Getting rid of the bodies was always the worst part of the job, it was dirty, sticky, and over all a pain in the ass.
At least they were done, so now the girl was washing the blood from her hands inside a pubblic bathroom
“So, do you think they got the message or they will bug us again?” She murmured to break the ice after a bit of silence.
They had some problems with some people from Calabria, as Passione power grew day by day there still was some people not reelly happy about it. Luckly Passione also had the ability to find easy any possible moles or dangers.
“Wish Voodoo Child managed go get more info about them, but i cant really pick or choose what the mouths says”
The huge animal-like stand was sitting on the floor, slowing moving its tail, almost like a puppy waiting for uts owner to be done
@purplecraze
“I highly doubt it. an organization like that doesn’t get big from backing off at the first signs of danger…” Fugo picked at his nails, trying to get some humanly remains from underneath them. Goons like this weren’t all THAT big of a problem. But GioGio had too many secrets that needed to be kept. If information got out that Giorno was actually a usurper that assassinated the previous boss, he’d instantly lose support from a good 80% of Passione. All the more because he doesn’t have a single drop of Italian blood. And that doesn’t even mention that he is the son of the man who caused the 1987 Cairo massacre, or the 1888 Windknight’s lot disappearances…
He glanced from Voodoo Child over to Sheila. the slightly canine similarity shone through in the girl’s behavior. Blind loyalty to her master. But how much did GioGio tell her? Was she kept in the dark like the rest who weren’t present in that awful week? Fugo in no way questioned if she’d remain loyal once finding out the truth, just… it wouldn’t be good if she heard it out of Voodoo Doll’s mouth and not GioGio’s. Was it really Fugo’s place to say anything about it, though?
"Oh well, i suppose..." she said whiping her hands on her shirt, notbothering to use the paper towels
Sheila wasnt someone that chatted a lot, and usually it was ok, as she mostly worked alone and anyway it was ok during a mission, she and Fugo could comunicate just what they needed to do to kill the target.
But as she started to work more and more wirh the blondie, she realized that there were a lot of awkard silences.
The major problem being that sheila did not knew how to comunicate outside her job
".....Ehy Shortcake, can i ask you a thing?"
The clown stares at the girl
"Uh...hello?"
Getting rid of the bodies was always the worst part of the job, it was dirty, sticky, and over all a pain in the ass.
At least they were done, so now the girl was washing the blood from her hands inside a pubblic bathroom
"So, do you think they got the message or they will bug us again?" She murmured to break the ice after a bit of silence.
They had some problems with some people from Calabria, as Passione power grew day by day there still was some people not reelly happy about it. Luckly Passione also had the ability to find easy any possible moles or dangers.
"Wish Voodoo Child managed go get more info about them, but i cant really pick or choose what the mouths says"
The huge animal-like stand was sitting on the floor, slowing moving its tail, almost like a puppy waiting for uts owner to be done
@purplecraze
Bump
I have a lot of feeling about them but instead of writing about it im just gonna meme
