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sol | she/her

[nimbus2548]

Would u eat the laced gluten free Gyro Zeppeli pizza mozzarella⁉️⚠️

[justl-12]

Water family photo after they managed to pester urokodaki into taking off his mask

[xvisol]

kisses

summary: he loves using kisses as apologies warnings: none

Even during fights, he enjoyed maintaining routines. If needed, he lets the fight sit through the night, opting to let sleep simmer down emotions so you could talk through it in the mornings.

He usually wakes up earlier than you, and even if he feels worse than he did during the night, he never misses the opportunity to land a peck to your forehead. Despite sleeping with each other’s backs facing one another, he’s built a routine, and he swears his days never feel complete without his little rituals. 

As he gets up, he glances at your side, a small smile plastering his face. Despite everything, he was happy you were still beside him as he woke. He brushes the hair out of your face before placing a kiss, whispering a quiet ‘sleep well’ or a ‘good morning’ as you start to stir from his movements.

Sometimes, that was enough for the argument to blow over; the reassurance of each other’s presence eased any lingering concerns. On those days, you end up pulling him down, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lands on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight. 

“Good morning, dearest,” he repeats.

“Good morning,”

You share a kiss before you both mumble a sorry, chuckling at the simultaneous apology. 

During particularly bad fights, he still works around that routine. Kiss you good morning, and kiss you right before he leaves.

The first usually works in his favour. However, when you refuse the latter, choosing to ignore him throughout the morning, he settles for something else. Sometimes it's lifting the locks of your hair and kissing the strands, sometimes it's a peck at your shoulder or even the crown of your head as you enjoy your breakfast. Without fail, he delivers a kiss, muttering, “I’ll be off now, darling.”

During small fights, he’s most likely to apologise first. As you settle in bed, he’s hugging you from behind, burying his nose into the crest between your neck and shoulder, intoxicating himself with the scent. 

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he whispers. He repeats those words with every kiss to your neck, shoulder, and cheeks, “Please forgive me.” 

You fall for it easily, facing him to bury your reddening face into his chest, hiding your growing grin, “Fine.”

He smiles in victory, leaving a final kiss on your lips as he lifts your chin up to face him.

During days that he’s settled you were at fault, he coaxes apologies out of you. He tries to get you to understand his point of view. And he’s convinced the only way to persuade you was to drown you in affection, but never settling for a kiss, not until you admit your wrongdoings. 

“Please stop teasing me,” as you try to kiss him, he dodges with a chuckle. 

“I’ve yet to hear an apology, sweet thing,” he grins. 

– jonathan joestar, jean pierre polnareff, bruno bucciarati, wekapipo (jjba), nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, geto suguru (jjk), tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), toshinori yagi, eijiro kirishima, shoto todoroki (mha), your favs

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bucciarati

[giocuccidati]

I just searched trish una on your blog and nothing came up.... please draw a trish una..... </3

okay

I did draw her here. And I doodled this at the airport last fall:

Sigh... I really do like Trish, but I wish she'd done more. I want to like her more than I do. She had her epic Notorious B.I.G. fight, then not much else. She is certainly more active in the latter half, which I've watched less overall, before that she's kind of just a plot device. So much potential... Also, this girl could not BREATHE without being sexualized, I just felt bad for her most of the time.

Its wrong, but I honestly liked her the most when she was Mista...

I don't hate women I swear!!! To be fair, I'm not crazy abt Diavolo or Doppio either.

[xvisol]

hand holding 

pairing: okuyasu x reader, established relationship, fluff summary: okuyasu cant help but always have his hands interlocked with yours warnings: none

The first time it happens, Okuyasu’s sweating bullets. You were taking a break from walking and sat next to each other on a bench, hands by your sides. He sneaks his pinky to hold yours. He thinks, it's now or never.

You stop mid-conversation, glancing at the pinky finger wrapped around your own. Okuyasu immediately grows red, heat rushing so fast to his face he almost feels lightheaded. But just before he can pull away, you grab his hand, interlocking the rest of your fingers. 

He hiccups, and you continue to talk, distracting yourself from how nervous you were feeling. He thinks you can feel his pulse through his wrists, but you were too busy fanning your own face, reminding yourself this was normal. 

Okuyasu soon becomes adamant about always holding your hands. He’s proud to have gone through that massive hurdle, so he makes sure to have you close to him whenever possible.

He needs to have your fingers interlocked, feel your warmth through his palms, and remind himself that you’re with him.

Okuyasu always ends up dragging you by the hand. He gets excited easily and doesn’t realise he’s pulling you along, but you never mind, too busy enjoying your time with him.

He becomes stubborn about splitting at the pole, always dragging you to his side before you can react. At times, you end up hauled into his chest as he pulls you aside. He would mutter a quick apology before helping you stand upright.

His hand always lands by your waist as he brushes off your shoulders for imaginary dust. He does it unconsciously, so whenever he notices, he’s quick to pull away, muttering another apology. You just chuckle, pulling him forward to continue your walk.

During intersections, he’s built a habit of brushing his thumb against your knuckles as you wait for the light to flash green. He lets out a sheepish grin whenever he notices you staring at his act.

Okuyasu absolutely loved holding hands. He believes it’s the bare minimum to show how much he likes you. So, even if his hands are occupied, he shifts everything he has to one hand and lifts his free hand for you to grab.

Whenever you offer to help, he just grabs your schoolbag as well. It’s only when you insist that he pouts and lets you help him. He grumbles about it being his job, but he’s quick to move on.

When you’re just lazing around, he loves fiddling with your fingers, absentmindedly tugging at your digits.

Other than that, Okuyasu is still incredibly shy about initiating anything. So, he especially loves it when you reach out to him, a silent invitation for him to pull you into him.

Whenever he apologises, the first thing he does is go for your hands. He holds them in place as your eyes lock. He places your palms against his cheeks as he pouts, mumbling his regrets into your palms.

If you take too long to accept his apology, he starts to kiss your palms, moving to hold your hands in front of him and sprinkling pecks on the backs of your hands. He knows he’s forgiven when you ruffle his hair, and he always ends up melting.

Sometimes he flinches when you reach for his right hand. Despite knowing his skills, he can’t help but worry about accidentally using his stand on you. Besides that, he still has occasional nightmares about the pain of losing his hand, so don’t be alarmed when he flinches away.

[xvisol]

sun-kissed

pairing: sdc!polnareff x tan!reader, established relationship, fluff summary: polnareff just loves your sun-kissed skin! warnings: slightly suggestive

Polnareff adored seeing how much your skin contrasted under your clothes, adored catching glimpses of your untanned skin. He always feels like he intrudes into a secret each time you expose it. He feels giddy, giddy over how intimate it all felt, giddy how places not even the sun has touched, and he has the privilege of seeing them.

Polnareff especially loved the sharp difference of skin tones, a silent reminder of how long you’ve been travelling together. Some days, Polnareff just sighs to himself. “It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” You raise a brow at him as you lift the shirt over your head. He just sighs again, more dramatic than the last. Chin landing on his palm as he follows the lines your shirt leaves.

Other times, Polnareff has you against him as you sleep. He loved tracing the borders of bronze with his finger. Sometimes, you end up shuddering awake when he traces along your neck, but he’s quick to hush you back to sleep just so he can continue.

Polnareff also loved using your untanned skin as a template to mark you up. And since he was a gentleman, he knew how much you disliked the rest of the group seeing his declarations of love. So, he settles for the next best thing, which was to avoid the areas that would get exposed. He always ends up boasting about how smart his conclusion was.

Despite claiming he does his part in keeping them hidden, his love bites would always end up bordering into your sun-kissed skin. So even the slightest shift of clothing would expose them. Polnareff just laughs when you complain, insisting that he tried his best. And even if you try to get back at him by marking him in an obvious area, he’s proud to show it off. You’re quick to realise there was no winning against this man.

When someone ends up getting too friendly with you during your stops, Polnareff is swift to slightly drag your collar down. Just enough to see himself on your skin. He plays it off as fixing something, mumbling about messy strands of hair or a crease that just wouldn’t go away. Polnareff makes sure to send daggers at the guy, and that the bites were visible to him. You don’t always notice, too distracted by the arm that snakes its way around your waist.

When the guy finally walks off, Polnareff is quick to hide himself in your neck, drowning you in kisses. “Who was that?” he grumbles, embracing you tightly, melting himself into you, “Please don’t forget I’m the one all over your skin.” You just roll your eyes, already peeling him away.