#Ghia Burns

[diabolus1exmachina]

Ferrari 212 Inter Vignale Cabriolet 

The Ferrari 212 Inter, has been considered the first successful model within the Ferrari produced in series, since it also did so with a wide variety of bodies: berlinetta, cabriolet and coupé. The 212 Inter incorporated bodies -it did not have a monocoque chassis-, from designers such as Ghia, Pininfarina, Stabilimenti Farina, Touring, Vignale and cabriolet versions from the British Abbott. It also marked the beginning of a long alliance between Ferrari and Pininfarina. On the outside, a long hood to shelter its V12, two large round headlights, its attractive chrome grille and an air intake next to the front fender stood out for any of its bodies. Its engine was the typical V12 of the house, the work of Gioacchino Colombo. With an inclination between benches of 60º and a diameter per stroke of 68×59 mm. It had a total displacement of 2.6 liters, had 24 valves in total and was placed in the longitudinal front position, just behind the front axle. The feeding was through a Weber 36 DCF double body carburettor, with the option of a kit of three carburettors for the most burned. The final power was between 130 and 150 CV at 6,500 revs for the configuration of a single carburetor, reaching 165 CV with the triple, being able to speed up the tachometer up to 6,900 revs in both cases.

Power was transmitted to the rear axle through a fully synchronized five-speed manual gearbox. As for its brake equipment, it mounted ancient and unsportsmanlike drum brakes on both axles inside some beautiful 15-inch-diameter spoked wheels and 175-millimeter-wide tires. The 212 Inter would be replaced just a year after its birth with fewer than 90 units built for the 250.

#Ferrari 212 Inter Vignale Cabriolet #Ghia #Pininfarina #Stabilimenti Farina #Touring #Vignale #Abbott #Gioacchino Colombo #250

[ask-imaginary-dreamers]

Do you have voice claims for any of your characters?

APOLOGIES THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER!!! I didn’t have voice claims set for most of my characters yet, and wanted to get most of the main ones picked before answering.

Ask-Imaginary-Dreamers

Flicker: Pomni (Lizzie Freeman)

- I’ve been at a loss for Flicker voice wise for a while, but after TADC came out and I heard Pomni I decided that was the perfect voice. Just the right amount of anxiety and anguish.

- Aster has the same voice btw, it doesn’t change upon death.

Casey: Masumi Sera (Ghia Burns)

- This is a bit of an off the wall choice! But, I like how relatively androgynous Sera’s voice is and I think a voice like this would be interesting for Casey, even if it’s not very close to the voice I have for him in my head. Also unfortunately I can’t find any clips for her dub voice to share and I don’t think her sub voice is fitting so… rip.

- alternatively I think apollo justice could work, quite a different direction from sera voice wise tho lol

Fade: N/A

- Fade is mute. When Fade talks via telepathy, you just kinda know the words in your head. There’s no voice or sound associated with it.

Daisy: Fluttershy (Andrea Libman)

- I just imagine her voice as very soft and quiet!

Begonia: Sunset Shimmer (Rebecca Shoicet)

- from one pony to another… not much more to note about this one tbh.

Zeus: this (Aleks Le)

- I have no further explanation

- I guess an alternative is a high-pitched monokuma-esque voice cause that’d be funny as hell

More under cut. Only Ask-Glorious-Guild and Digital-Sylveon cause I didn’t really want to figure any others out! Maybe eventually though.

Ask-Glorious-Guild:

Gloria: Sasha Waybright/Gloria Sato (Anna Akana)

- I initially did consider giving her someone with a Scottish accent, but I realized I don’t really write her with one. I do really see her with this voice though!

- As a note, Gloria is 1/2 Galarian, 1/4 Kantonian, and 1/4 Unovan. So I did want to use a voice actor whose part Japanese.

Lint: Sprig Plantar (Justin Felbinger)

- honestly just kinda going for a young kid voice for lint - choosing sprig cause it’s the first that came to mind and I’ve dressed Lint up as him for Halloween before, so I kinda associate the two of them together

- Huey Ducktales also works for them imo!

Ruins: Maki Himekawa (Yuko Kaida)

- basically just need an emotionally constipated mature woman voice and maki’s voice fits that bill. Her dub voice also works but it is so hard to find clips of the dub so uh. No link for that.

Wishbone: Miles Edgeworth (Kyle Hebert)

- Wanted a voice that sounded nice and fits with Wishbone’s more formal speech. So decided why not Edgeworth! Seon King and Christopher Wehkamp’s Edgeworth voices also work, just said Kyle Hebert’s cause that was the one easiest to find a good clip of. Honestly even most fan voices for Edgeworth could also work, like Jelloapocalypse’ or Mornal’s.

- That said, imagine this voice with the same kind of filters people use when doing a Spamton voice for the most accurate portrayal. Even though that is a bit cursed.

Jazz: Axel/Lea (Quinton Flynn)

- not much to say here this is just a fitting voice for them

Digital-Sylveon:

APP: Hatsune Miku OR Meicoomon (Kate Higgins)

- there are two options here so pick your preference

- hatsune miku cause. digital. makes sense to have a vocaloid as a voice. i think rin or len could also work.

- meicoomon cause I love meicoomon. also the dub voice definitely has the childish androgynous vibe I think of for APP’s voice.

#apologies if some of the descriptions are weird I am bad at explaining things ^^ #anyway yeah took a while but this is where I am currently at? honestly may change some of these eventually idk #ooc stuff #munday

[gt-jjba-n-stuff]

❄️ for Ghiaccio and Melone

Ooo ❄️ snowed in is such a cute prompt for them!

Cold on the Outside

Summary: Ghiaccio is out driving with melone when the car dies. Ghiaccio is not bothered by cold, but melone isnt nearly as well suited for such weather.

Pairings: Ghiaccio and Melone

Tw: hypothermia, death mention, fear, soft vore, cursing

Ghiaccio had been stupid to think having a stand so well suited for the weather would have made things easier. The car ride was going smoothely. Ghiaccio at the wheel, melone in the passenger seat, humming along with some dumb pop song he put on. Ghiaccio didnt mind. He was used to melone's behavior.

The first thing to go wrong was the radio going out. Melone groaned in mild annoyance, giving the dashboard a whack before letting the sound of wind and the blasting heater take over. Ghiaccio was normally the irritable one, the roof of his car having notable dents. And the horn being broken. So seeing melone upset made him undeniably a bit upset.

And then the heater died. Go figure. Ghiaccio wasnt bothered as the cold set in, but over time he could clearly see melone shivering in his seat. He grit his teath. "Damn it, hold on a little longer, we're almost home." He fussed, hoping melone would suck it up so he didnt feel bad.

"Ghia just drive, im fine." Melone insisted, knowing his friend was worried. Melone speaks fluent ghiaccio tantrum. Ghiaccio scoffed and continued to drive. How dare melone assume he cared. Well, he did, but that is his business.

It got colder in the car as they drove. Melone was pretty desparate to keep warm, tucking his legs into the seat. Ghiaccio felt anger well up inside him. He had to get melone out of the cold. Asap. So he sped up. As reckless as that was he wanted OUT of this storm and into somewhere warm before melone got sick or something.

Finally, the car sputtered and slowed before rolling to a stop. Ghiaccio noticed as soon as the car began to slow. He jammed his shoe into the gas pedal a few times to no avail as his engine died. He practically developed rabies on the spot, flying off the handle for a brief moment. "Motherfu- We're stuck in this hell hole car! we'll be snowed in! god damnit! Start you piece of shit!" he screeched, trying to start the car. Nothing.

Melone reached over and stopped him. "Ghiaccio, stop. The engine died. We're going to have to ride out the snow storm in this car." He said. Ghiaccio did not have a good perception of what was cold. But when melone touched him and he didnt feel any warmth, he absolutely did feel cold. An icy fear creeping up into his chest and making it feel heavy.

That made him madder. He shook his head. "Melone you're cold! i dont feel cold!" he reminded. Melone was briefly surprised by that fact. But he shook it off. He would never calm ghiaccio down if he let him keep trying to start the car. "I'll be ok, i promise. Climb into the back seat, we can share body heat for a little while." Melone said, getting unbuckled. He could feel his hands stiffening and his face burning from the cold. He shifted into the empty back seat, where there was a large jacket belonging to risotto. He put it over his shoulders, and held opened the other side for ghiaccio.

Ghiaccio never did understand how melone got to him so easily.. he shifted into the back seat, and calmed, tucking himself in to the jacket right next to melone.

Soft vore warning

He was actually not very warm to cuddle considering his stand's cold immunity. Melone tried to curl up in the jacket with him to stop the onset of hypothermia. But he found himself getting colder by the moment. Weakening as the car was bombarded with snow and wind.

Ghiaccio took notice once melone became too weak to sit up with him. He found himself hilding melone, who looked like he was starting to submit to hypothermia. Pale. Blue in the hands and ends of his face. Weakened. Disoriented.. he couldnt stop himself anymore. He shrank melone down and cupped him gently in his hands as the now small man lay weak and shivering.

Melone had whitnessed others do this, but never ghiaccio. It scared him a little, considering he had seen this as a method of punishment. He had never attempted it himself. But as he was brought close to ghiaccio's mout he could feel the other's warm breath and couldnt help but calm.

It wasnt untill melone was already in his mouth that he came to his senses. it was pretty much what was expected, warm, humid. He attempted to shift back but ghiaccio's mouth was already closed. And he was already becoming soaked with saliva. He wasnt all that botherd. He was used to gross stuff. What did worry him was that he was about to be eaten. He pressed a shivering hand to ghiaccio's palette in hopes of grabbing his attention. "C..come on, ghia.. you.. you wouldnt.. right?" he said, slight fear evedent in his tone.

Ghiaccio didnt want melone to be afraid, but he was running on instinct right now. Protect melone. Warm him up. So he immedeatley responded by tipping his head back and swallowing thickly. Melone began to panick slightly as half of his body was pulled into the tight throat. He couldnt grab anything, his hands were still stiff and he was too weak anyway. One more swallow and he was tugged into the larger male's throat. He felt stomething tracing his decent past the collar bone. Curse ghiaccio's tense body, he felt like he was being crushed. It knocked the wind out of him.

He could hear ghiaccio's heart racing as his crushing decent continued further. He couldnt struggle, nor really breathe. But soon enough he was dropped into a slightly more opened space. The noisy walls kneaded at him. Melone shoved at them gently, still a bit frightened. "Ghiaccio! please let me out!" he pleaded.

He continued to be quite nervous. This was new to him. he knew he was capable but never did it. He was very tense as he felt melone within him. He knew melone was scared he would hurt him. "Calm down. I wouldnt have done this if i didnt think it was safe.." he insisted in a grumpy tone, hus hands wrappwd around his middle.

Melone listened. He wanted to believe him. and judging from ghiaccio's heart rate, speech, tension, and his noisy stomach, he could easilly tell ghiaccio was feeling anxious. He very gently pressed at the wall. "..alright. i'll trust you.." he said. He couldnt help it. He was warm. It was freezing out there. He gently rubbed the wall with his hands a little to try to calm him from here.

Ghiaccio settled down as melone did. But when he was given such new and gentle affection, he practically melted. The walls relaxed, giving melone a more comfortable place to rest, and his anxious, noisy body quieted down. ghiaccio curled up in the jacket to rest on the seat. He knew melone would be safe and warm, and so would he. the two spent the rest of the night in the car, awiting out the snow storm as the windows caked with snow.

Nearly fell asleep writing this one in the early hours of the morning, but loved it! enjoy :)

#jjba g/t #jjba vore #jojo vore #soft vore #bug's writing

[blackfeatherdragon]

my girl sera got a dub voice...

(her english va is apparently ghia burns!)

#detective conan #sera masumi #masumi sera #it's been 3000 years... #and she finally got a dub voice...

[shadeedee]

Dress Debacle & a rescue - Producers fic

It was a sunny afternoon and Carmen Ghia lay on the porch drinking lemonade as Roger tended to the garden. The production team splashed around in the big lavish pool, giggling flamboyantly. Roger thought for a minute and smiled. “I might go and fetch my beautiful golden gown and wear it outside! It’s the perfect day for it!” he said. Carmen’s eyes widened and he quickly ran in front of Roger. “Uh, how about a different dress today, darling? Maybe your pretty polka dot one! That’s gorgeous on you!” he said. Roger raised an eyebrow. He was suspicious. Carmen felt horrible. He had accidentally spilled wine on the golden dress a day ago while ironing it and as he tried to scrub the stains out, it had ripped one side of the dress in half. He then hid it in the closet hoping Roger wouldn’t notice it. “Carmen, I specifically said i want to wear my gold gown today. Not polka dots,” he said. Carmen nervously played with his hands. “Yes darling, but, but the polka dot one does look so radiant on you,” he replied. But Roger had already skipped inside and was heading upstairs. Carmen felt defeated. This was it. There was a storm coming and there was nothing he could do. Roger screamed in horror and came rushing downstairs, holding what was left of the golden dress. “My gown! My beautiful gold gown! What the hell happened!? I demand an explanation!” he shrieked. The production team nervously huddled together in a circle while Carmen stood still like a deer caught in headlights. The production team nervously looked at him. Carmen took a deep breath. It was time to come clean, whether he was ready for it or not. “The other day, i, i was ironing your dress and, I accidentally spilled wine on it. I panicked, and, i quickly tried to scrub it out. But i scrubbed too hard and it ripped the material. I, i’m so sorry, darling. I feel awful. I’m really sorry,” he said. The house was silent. The production team huddled together closely, nervous for what was about to come. Carmen’s heart was beating like a drum in his chest. Roger’s face burned red with anger, and suddenly Carmen was met with a stinging, hard slap to his face. The production team gasped in horror. “YOU TWAT! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU DESTROY ONE OF MY PERFECT DRESSES! THEN YOU GO AND HIDE IT AWAY THINKING I’LL NEVER SEE IT!? HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM!? DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT!? YOU JERK!” Roger roared. Carmen backed against the wall, holding his red marked face. Roger kicked at the ripped dress in anger. “YOU CAN SLEEP ON THE SOFA TONIGHT, CARMEN GHIA. BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” Roger shouted, and threw the dress at him before collapsing on the couch, weeping. Carmen ran out onto the street, feeling terrible. He could hear Roger weeping from inside. How could he ever make it up to him this time? He couldn’t. “I’m a terrible husband,” he said to himself. He walked the streets, feeling ashamed. But as he was walking he didn’t notice a large hole in the middle of the path. He fell deep down and ended up in the sewers. The filthy water carried him all the way through the tunnel as he coughed and spluttered. “Help! Someone please help me!” he called, spluttering at the same time. But it was no use. Then the water took him under, leaving nothing but big bubbles and stink lines from the horrible smell.

Back at the townhouse, Roger had calmed down and was now worried about his partner. It had been hours and he hadn’t returned. Perhaps he was scared of him or didn’t want to come back. Roger felt terrible. “Oh what have i done? I should never have treated Carmen like that. Oh i’m so horrible!” he wept. The production team comforted him. “There there, Rogey. It’s not the end of the world. You two just had a bad fight. Let’s go and find him,” said Kevin. Roger agreed. He had to go and find his husband and make things right. Deep in the sewers, Carmen emerged from under the water, coughing and gagging. But things were only about to get worse. A garbage truck pulled up and a bunch of rubbish bags were thrown in, covering Carmen and once again pulling him deeper into the water. “Oh no! Please god no!” he cried, and was pulled underwater again. A pile of rats came and began eating at the garbage. Then Roger came rushing over there. “Oh my god! Carmen! Quick boys! Get me a rope or something!” he called, and the whole production team worked to get a rope down to Carmen. “Roger! You came for me!” Carmen cried. Roger smiled. “Oh Carmen! I’m so sorry! Just hold on, i’m going to save you!” he called. He couldn’t wait a minute longer. The rope wasn’t strong enough, and nobody wanted to get into the murky water. He scowled, took a deep breath, and jumped down there. “But Roger! Your beautiful dress!” Carmen gasped. Roger didn’t care. His partner meant more to him than a dress. After all he could always buy more later. “I’m coming Carmen Ghia! I’m coming to save you!” he called, and angrily kicked at the garbage bags with his heels. The rats squeaked and began scurrying around in fear. “Get out of here! Shoo! Scram!” Roger yelled, and before Carmen knew it, he was out of the water and onto the pavement, coughing and wet. Roger held onto him, lovingly. A group of onlookers cheered. They both looked at each other, smiling. “Carmen, i’m so, so sorry. Please come home with me. I love you,” Roger said, holding onto him. Carmen smiled. “Of course i will. But first let’s get me into the shower so i can scrub this crap off me,” he replied. Roger gazed at him, flirtatiously. “Correction. Let’s take a shower together,” he whispered. Carmen sighed with pleasure.

#the producers #fanfic #love #gold dress

[reimagining-twilight]

Chapter Two Open Book Part Two -Jasper

See end for notes

WARNINGS: umm sarcasm?

I step out of Esme’s car, a buttercup yellow 1962 Volkswagen Karmann Ghia, and into the familiar car park of Forks High School. I drove her to school today, my first day back. I pause, staring at the school. My Instrument case sings in my hand.

“Sweetheart, are you ready?” She asks me, looking slightly worried.

“Yes,” I say, taking her arm. We'd decided early on that I should skip home room in favour of staying in the Auditorium with Esme, that way I wouldn’t have to face the scent of 31 humans in a tiny room right away. And I can use the soundproofed practice rooms to play freely. Because of my ‘anxiety disorder’ the school was forced to agree.

“Remember, if you start feeling overwhelmed, just tell the teacher you don’t feel well, and take my car home, okay? I’ll get a ride with Rosalie,” she says dropping the key in my pocket and rubbing my shoulder.

“Okay . . . Mom!” I tease, but a smile lights her face. She loves it when we call her Mom. I never say it but I really did think of Esme as my mother. While I find everyone else’s constant observation of me annoying, I know Esme really cares. Not that the others don’t but it feels somehow different.

We walk through the soft snowfall to the auditorium. Nobody else is even at the campus yet. Esme unlocks the door and we walk inside, leaving the lights off. It doesn’t matter to our eyes and besides I like the dark.

I set my violin case down on the stage and take out the charcoal coloured instrument. It feels good to have its familiar warm weight in my hands. Breathing in the clear air, I take out the sheet music Mom had given me before we left the house.

The selection is simple, Vivaldi’s winter, Virtual Insanity and Bittersweet Symphony. I know all of them already. I unlock one of the practice rooms and step inside. It’s all black, padded to prevent any sound from escaping and I hear the delicate hum as the soundproofing kicks in. The instrument finds its resting place under my chin and slowly I lift my bow.

When it touches the strings the sound reverberates through the walls, filling the once empty space. The music starts soft then swells twisting into something deep and powerful. I feel the bow begin to heat up against my own fever hot hands. They glow, the white spark spreading from my fingertips through my body, burning me clean. Even my blond hair turns black as coal and my golden eyes blue as the Caribbean.

This is why I can’t play in front of anyone. Playing brings out all the emotions I feel. I can use my music to change how others feel, but not just people within the same room. I could move a whole city like this, maybe more, if I wanted to.

My siblings only vaguely know I have some abstract gift. I’ve caught Edward asking Rosalie why they keep me around, since I don’t mingle with them often. My power goes much, much deeper than even Carlisle knows. Only Esme even knows I own a violin. And that isn’t all. I can use emotions to create physical things, harness someone’s anger to start a fire, sadness for water. Honestly the type of emotion doesn’t matter, I just need something and emotions are always readily available.

Despite the soundproofing, Esme can still hear my melody. She has heard or rather “felt” my music before but she still isn’t prepared for what it brings on—the emotions coursing through her, knocking her to her knees. I watch her fall to the ground, helpless against my sheer power. Jasper would help his mother but I am someone, something else, when I play. Who that is, I don’t know. I’ve never gotten to play long enough to find out.

Esme can’t get up. She lies there twitching, then going perfectly still, crushed by the force of my music. I feel the instrument wavering under my hands, the fragile wood yielding to my stone touch, betraying me. I stop, the silence that falls is nearly as crushing as the sound.

I can destroy the world. I must be kept under lock and key. I know this. That’s why I joined their coven in the first place, to resist. As long as I maintain a conscience, everyone should be safe.

A shaking Esme rises tentatively to her feet, nearly toppling again. The faint glow still covers my skin but the rest of me is returning to something close to normal. My hair, now a dirty blond, is creeping reluctantly toward its natural honey blond colour. My eyes though, they will stay a burned out ash grey for about half an hour, or until I play again.

After a minute of ragged breaths Esme turns on the lights, and gets things in order for her first class in 30 minutes. I’m helping set up music stands when I feel  Esme's sudden concern, even sharper because I’ve recently been playing. “What is it?”

She smiles a kind of quiet excitement building, “It seems that Isabella is on the roster for orchestra. I'm excited to meet her, but do you think you’ll be alright?

“I can handle it,” I say, reassuring myself mostly. “I wouldn’t have come back if I hadn’t thought hat I can.” I finish then jump up to the rafters of the grand room’s vaulted ceilings to think about what I would say to Isabella. I want to know more about this girl who drives my senses crazy. What is so special about her?

Soon I hear homerooms letting out, and students walking towards the auditorium, but I’m not ready to leave my perch quite yet. Looking for Isabella, I take a deep breath and watch the students file in. She’s in the back of the line. Today her hair is braided into a crown around her head with a silvery grey ribbon added in for decoration I guess. She wears long grey khakis, combat boots, a white Oxford shirt and a grey pullover jumper. After all this time she still has the wrist brace, I’ll have to ask about that.

She is clearly surprised to see Esme calling the class to attention and I can’t help but laugh at her bewilderment. A smile takes over my entire face as she takes a seat in the violin section. She removes her brace and looks at her wrist with a relived yet unsure epression. When everyone settles I replenish my air supply and hop down from my perch.

She opens her instrument case as I sit down. I set my violin across my lap. (I have to admit it’s looking rather pitiful, an even darker black than before, smoking a bit and still slightly warm from my touch.) I keep my expression open and light, “Hello.”

She looks at me, my violin, then back at me, in disbelief. I’m confused for a second then I remember. She hadn’t been here on her first day of school, she must think I’m stalking her.

I keep my chair as far away as I can, but unlike last time, angle  it toward her. “My name is Jasper Hale. I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself. You must be Isabella Swan,” I say. The words are friendly, but she just looks confused.

Then it clicks, she probably thinks I’m a stalker with mental problems.

“I-I umm, yes, umm. Are you okay? Where have you been?” she stutters then blushes, tripping over her words.

“Travelling, with my mother,” I say, which is true, “around Europe mostly.”

I smile thinking about the trip Esme and I took. We went to England, Wales, Scotland and Ireland and then through France, Germany and Spain meeting up with a few of her and Carlisle’s friends. Finally Esme convinced me that if I can resist killing hundreds of Europeans I don’t  know, then I can control myself around this one clumsy Arazonian girl (my words not Esme’s). And I’m curious about her.

“Oh, cool” she says, still slightly stunned.

Now for the second half of the question. “And yes I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?” I laugh trying to make up for the fact that I have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about.

“Oh umm well” she looks embarrassed, “It’s just that last time I saw you had that cough, I’m sure you're better now. Just, um forget I said that” she keeps her gaze on the floor.

I’m stunned for a Moment, of all the questions she could’ve asked, she as usual went the kind route. She wanted to make sure I was okay. I’m surprised that she even remembers that I was “sick” when I was so rude to her. Simultaneously I wince at the memory of my fake coughing and intense thirst. The Tristan thing was funny though.

“Oh right, that was no fun but I'm okay now. Thank you for asking.”

She looks like she wants to say more but Esme announces that it’s time to begin their warm up. I say ‘their’ because I’m not in the school orchestra. I think you can guess why. I place my violin neatly in its case, fireproof, and snap it shut. My fingers ache to play again. I stare down at my case. Maybe I can just use the practice room for a few more minutes. No. I can’t risk playing now. I have a rule: no playing with anybody I don’t want to kill in the vicinity.

Yes, I can quite literally kill with my music. All the emotions can cripple a vampire but they would fry a human's brain. The sound waves become physical things and burst their organs, boiling the blood, leaving them still, paralyzed on the floor until they die. I think once the initial schlock wave passes that it’s  a quick and peaceful death. Once I focus on someone the music becomes something only they can hear, a personal melody that changes from person to person. A voice brought me back to the school building.

“Aren’t you going to need that?” she asks, skeptical

“No, I’m not in orchestra,” I tell Isabella

“Then why do you have that?”

I evaded her question “It’s the anxiety. I can’t play in front of anyone but Esme.” I tell her. She looks gives me a sympathetic look, she of all people would understand. I feel bad for lying to her.

“Why do you have that? Did you hurt yourself?” I counter her question motioning with my book to her brace on the floor.

She looks thoughtful for a Moment, debating wat to tell me. “I sprained my wrist.” I can tell that she’ lying and it only makes me more intrigued but she has music to play so I hold my tongue.

A few measures in, Isabella is staring at me again. She looks very deliberately back to her music, I hide my smile and go back to my book. After a few seconds I glance at her again. She looks up at me. I can feel realization from her and intuition flickers in her eyes.

“Did you get contacts?” she blurted out. Crap, are my eyes still grey? they shouldn’t be. I can’t  risk her noticing the change so I just, as they say, “went with it.”

“Yeah, I’m a bit farsighted. I’m surprised you noticed. Why?”

“I thought there is something different about your eyes!” she exclaimed.

“Yup, it’s  probably my other pair of contacts. These are new. The others make my eyes look black. It’s actually kind of creepy. Don’t you think so?”

“Oh yeah, totally,” she laughed, “like a demon or something . . . No

offense, but they look pretty real”

“None taken,”  I say quickly before she can dwell on the ‘or something’ part too long. “Wait a second, you actually thought my eyes are black!” I tease, redirecting her.

She blushes, her blood pulling me in, but I fight against it pushing my chair farther away, “No of course not, I’m just saying.”

My improv worked this time but I would have to be more careful. I’m still curious so while they are taking a quick break before their next song, I turn back to her, pushing excitement. “Snow is exciting isn’t it?”

She smiles widely and I turn it off. I don’t want to manipulate her emotions too much. “Not really,” she responds in a natural state now.

“You don’t like the cold?” I say. It’s probably true, with her coming from the self anointed “valley of the sun.”

“Or the wet. Once people start throwing wet stuff I go inside,” she affirmed.

“Forks must be a very difficult place for you to live then,” I noted.

“You have no idea!” She laughs without humour and I look at her confused because I really don’t. She looks away

“Then what, if I may be so bold as to ask, brought you to Forks?”

Then, as if she didn’t know, I added, “it’s  the rainiest place in the continental U.S.”

Esme calls the class back to order but I don’t care, I still have questions.

“It’s complicated,” is all she says, and now I’m really curious. She looks up at me again, not quite staring, but fixated. it’s  very . . .  different to have someone look at me like that, a strange feeling of being watched but not in a bad way, almost warm.

Esme picked up her baton, and motioned for them to play. About five measures in the curiosity had built up to the point where I thought I would explode, even the thirst is ignorable.

I look over at Isabella, “I think I can keep up.” Esme frowns at my disruption.

“My mother remarried, last September,” Isabella says quickly

“Mm, do you not like the new husband?” I ask gently.

“No, Phil is fine, a little young, but nice enough,” she says and I wondered for a second if she is really the child instead of the parent. She’s mature far beyond her age. What is her mother like to make her this way? Wise or something else?

With any discretion out the window I ask my questions openly now, “Why don’t  you stay with them then?”

“Phil plays ball for a living, so he travels a lot,” she explained, trying to keep her eyes on the music and not fall behind.

“Would I know about him?” I ask not knowing many sport players beyond Christiano Rinaldo, Hank Aaron, and Tom Brady

“No. He isn’t very good.” I laughed at her cutting assessment. “Strictly minor league, that’s why he’s always moving around.”

“So your mother banished you here to travel with him?” I laughed, trying to be casual and not offend her with my suggestion against her mother.

She tilts her chin up a bit clearly annoyed. “No, I sent myself here. My mother stayed with me at first, but she was unhappy. She missed Phil, so I decided it was time to spend some quality time with Charlie.” I can tell that no matter what she convinced anybody of, she isn’t a fan of this plan.

“And now you’re unhappy,” I state to gauge her reaction.

“Does it matter?” She counters.

“Well, it just seems a little unfair is all,” I note again.

“Hasn’t anybody ever told you? Life isn’t fair,” she says, the sarcasm dripping like acid in her tone.

“Yes, I believe I've heard that somewhere,” I pause, debating whether or not to tell her my assessment of her situation, “but I think you’re suffering much more than you let on.” I look back to my book.

A few minutes later she turned to me again, “Why does it even matter to you?”

And I told the truth this time, “I don’t know.”

Now we aren’t holding a conversation anymore and I push my chair back trying to escape the burn in my throat that her beautiful scent brings on.

When class is almost over Esme commissions five people from the clarinet section, a brown haired 11th grader named Marta; her sister, Eve; a lanky blond girl named Amy; a tall chubby boy named Justin and a super short boy named Joey, to give each row two stacks of fliers. The class is supposed to take one of each and pass them to the next person.

The head of Isabella’s row, Mathew Daniels, a Latino boy with glasses, passes the fliers to another boy who passes them further down the row. Finally the stack is passed to me. I take two fliers, even though I’d never need a flier to remember the concert and I’d never attend the stupid lacrosse fundraiser. I pass the stack to Isabella, my hand bumping hers. I know she feels how cold it’s . She looks up in surprise and I pull my hand away before she can say anything.

At the ring of the bell I go to Esme’s office to store my deadly instrument but it’s locked and she isn’t there. I preoccupy myself with my book. “Isabella!” Esme calls,“It’s so lovely to finally meet you.”

Pressing myself flat against the door to the office, I look up. Bella is looking at me and the weight of her gaze spreads through me again, so I return to my book, feigning annoyance.

I’m tuning them out when a tidbit catches my attention. Esme has asked her about the music programme in Arizona.

She hesitates, “Umm, no. I actually hadn’t been planning on joining the programme here. This is Charlie’s idea. He wanted to help me make some friends.” Interesting. I’m surprised. She must have practised on her own time.

When Esme comes back she unlocks the door and I stow the instrument under the office sofa and hurry out the door to catch up with Isabella.

I can feel the shock, disbelief, and self doubt coming from Isabella as she exits the Auditorium. I also see Tristan off in the distance now, but speed walking toward Isabella. She sees him and I hear her sigh. She clearly doesn’t like his attention—how can he not see that—so I decide to save her.

She’s crossing the staff lot back to the main campus when I tap her arm,  “Hey Isabella!” She jumps. Careful to touch her as little as possible, I steady her. My hand feels warm, an entirely new sensation,  when I pull it back.

“I’m sorry to startle you, Miss Swan, I just wanted to ask if I may walk you to class. I understand that we both have second hour Biology III.”

“Umm,yes,” she says dazed.

“Okay, are you sure?” I ask. Did she really want to be with me, the vampire?

“Yes,”  she says and I can feel her shock and now her annoyance, but it isn’t  directed at me. Probably Tristan who is pouting from a distance.

The walk to Biology is silent and my table mate, Beuy, is out sick with the flu so Isabella sits down next to me. Microscopes and slides are set up at each table for our lab on phases of mitosis. “Ladies first,” I offered, sliding the microscope toward Isabella.

“Thank you,” she responds softly, placing the first slide in, “Anaphase.”

I don’t doubt her intelligence, not for a second, but her eyes are only human. “Do you mind if I look?”

She is obviously miffed at my apparent lack of trust. “Of course I trust you, ma’am, I just want to  check.” I gave the slide a quick glance and she is right, “Anaphase.”

“See, I’m right,” she notes a little smugly and I quietly write the observation on our sheet.

We finished quickly, far before anyone else and Mr. Banner gave us the stupid painted onion he had as a prize.

My next class is Trigonometry which I share with the annoying Tristan boy. I take the opportunity to smile smugly as I walk past him to sit in the back. The teacher never calls on me and I sit quietly sketching Isabella and her big brown eyes.

Spanish is the same, minus Tristan (I finished my sketch.) and Physical Education as usual is horrible. We are playing basketball. Rosalie and I, our own mini team. Rose scored 7 times because all the boys are staring at her backside. She loves the attention. Not a day after she received her P.E uniform she had further shortened the already thigh length shorts and darted in the once loose shirt, but, hey, if that can make P.E better for her, who am I to judge.

Emmet is waiting outside the gymnasium and draws Rose in for a long kiss.

Emmet noticed me. “Hey Jazz. Dude! Your little human is adorable! She has a serious balance problem, but a little vampirism would clear that right up!” Emmet says being careful not to let the humans hear. ‘My human,’ ‘a little vampirism,’ is he kidding? I surprise myself by wanting to rip his head off.  Since I joined the Cullens I’m usually a peaceful being.

“Keep it down!” I muttered, settling for punching his arm instead. Rose glares daggers at me.

“Your human? What? You two are going public now? Why don’t we just. . .”

“Rose, Babe, calm down. I’m just joking,” Emmet says, appeasing Rosalie.

As we walk to the cafeteria I explain to them the “intricacies” of my friendship with Isabella, whom Emmet had coined “Izzy.”

Instead of my usual reading, today I listen to the conversation at Isabella’s table. There is excited talk of more snow and everyone but Isabella is excited, which made sense given what she’d told me about her dislike of the cold and wet. She glances up at our table and Rosalie rolls her eyes. She doesn't hate Isabella, just the idea of befriending a human. She would never be the one to put her family at risk. I'm even careful as I do so now.

Alice, however, loves the idea and Isabella. She even takes a small break from Edward to smile at her. I, too, give Isabella a small smile. She is looking at Alice and Edward and I roll my eyes and she smiles back.

Emmet looks very pointedly at Isabella then leans over to stage-whisper, “Dude, you know I have gym with Izzy right?” I nod. “Well, your human thinks you have multiple personality disorder.”

I turn to look at her and can’t  help laughing, really laughing. I hadn’t laughed like that in a while! Rose, Alice and Edward stare at me. Of course Isabella thinks this! I’m not surprised.

I can feel extreme frustration from her as she turns red as a wheel barrow.

I hate it but I’m honestly excited for history, and not just the lessons. The events leading up to the civil war are easy for me since that is my childhood. I’m excited to see Isabella, much more excited than I should be. I’m still curious. I want to know what makes her tick. The more I think about it the creepier it sounds.

Isabella takes her usual seat next to me in History but we don’t talk unless Mr. Jefferson asks us to disscus a question with our row. The Tristan boy throws pitiful glares at Isabella and I pretend not to notice.

By English we have fallen into a routine almost, only this class I share with Rosalie. I attempt to introduce the two, “Isabella, this is my sister Rosalie. I believe that you’ve met.”

“Yes, we have. It’s nice to meet you formally though,” she says, agreeable as ever.

“Rosalie,” I reminded her.

“Isabella,” she nodded stiffly.

“Forgive her, she has a hard time meeting new people.” Attempt being the operative word there.

At the final bell Rose and I go off to our cars. As I’m walking toward Esme’s car in the staff lot, I hear an obscenely loud engine roar to life then brake immediately. Isabella had almost totaled Annie Someta’s 2006 Toyota Corolla. Her second attempt is more successful and she slides easily out of the large parking slot.

NOTES: I changed Jasper gift a bit just to add a bit of extra interest, not that it wasn’t cool before but I've always wondered if he could channel his abilities into an instrument if he chose to play one so here we are.

Jasper and Esme are just such a cute mother and son duo ❤️

#Twilight Reimagined: Jasper x Bella #chapter 2 #Chapter Two Open Book Part Two #Jasper hale pov

[clemsblog]

Such sad scenes from California 🙁

#vw #volkswagen #camper #bus #van #kombi #westfalia #westy #microbus #aircooled #karmann ghia #karmann #ghia #california #socal #fire #wildfire #burnout #burned #burnt #beetle #bug #baywindow #bay #earlybay

[abbynx]

Dating Ghiaccio Headcanons

Genre: Romantic, Headcanons

Warning: Swearing

A/N: My brain cannot shut up about him

~ This boy, oh boy, quite the temperamental and if not, he is distant. Gotta say, you're quite ballsy to get even get near him. It's like approaching a wild cat if I'm being honest, sharp claws and all. So you have to approach this situation with great mindfulness, it will take time for him to open and warm up. So what's happening in this love story is a slow burn.

~ Introduction consists of him acknowledging you for a second before returning to his cold and distant self. Don't worry, it's just him being him, he doesn't hate you.

~ Winning him over is a tricky part. Because you see, you need to go with the flow and put an effort, but not too much that will make you come across as an over-eager creeper. You don't want that.

~ He is taken at the fact that people will listen to him and just listen and not protest. He wants to feel unjudged and valid and with you doing that, you're doing a great job, you're making him feel things.

~ Okay this boi is one stubborn nut. Ghia having his tsundere™ moment right there. Let's admit, this guy is most definitely touched starved and in need of attention, but he is going to debate the hell out of you to deny that.

~ Let's admit, this guy has issues and one of them includes touch starvation and fear of commitment. So I really stress the fact of taking it slow. But anyways, this guy— ohohoho, anyone who gives him a semblance of kindness that looks like flirting will have him fall. He just doesn't want to admit it even to himself.

~ Once you warmed his cold little heart, he wants you to know he wants to take it slow. Respect that, come on its bare minimum in a relationship so anyways, he doesn't really like to rush into things— only fools do that.

~ So, affections are often private and even if no one is looking, he's still one shy motherfucker who will overheat whilst subconsciously freezing the whole room when he is thinking about you in his arms or himself in your arms. Do yourself a favour, sate the guy's need for physical contact by pulling him into bed and seduce him to have a good sleep schedule.

~ But if you're not really fond of physical touch, he will respect your boundaries and try to keep his distance. Being honest, with you by his side is enough to quell his worries and doubts.

~ Speaking of sleep, at first he was reluctant to sleep at the same bed as you, but then he started to get irritable and uncomfortable on his bed without a semblance of your warmth beside him— hence now you're on his bed

~He is one stiff motherfucker, he still scowls even though he is sleeping. Like dude, fucking calm down, you'll develop wrinkles faster. But legend has it that when he is being cuddled by you his face softens for once.

~ If you move around your sleep, good fucking luck if you can move with his vice grip of an embrace. He will mumble incoherence if you try to move around, nuzzling his face on whatever surface of your body his head is on.

~ He is quite hesitant to be openly vulnerable to you. It's just that there are a lot of factors— there's the rival gang who might swoop in and there's you, you whom holds his heart and can easily break it. So he bottles up his emotions, until one day he breaks down to you about this issues of his. It's best to stand by him and just allow him to let it all out.

~ If there's something he fears, it's isolation. Being alone is serene, but loneliness is a thing he has been combatting ever since he can remember, but at the same time, he is wary of everyone and thinks they're out to get him. It's a very contrary fear and he hates it and finds it so fucking stupid.

~ He wants someone trustworthy to stay by his side and hold his hand through every tumultuous tremors that might make him stumble and fall. Someone who will not judge him and break his trust. And there you are, the winner of his heart because you did just that.

~ After letting that all out, he became more open with you.

~ PDA is a big no-no for him... But he is willing to hold your hands because "You're a slow ass motherfucker, I'm holding your hand to match you with my pace" but yeah, whatever you say, Ghia 😘

~ Even in private, he is one shy bastard. His kisses would often land at the corner of your lips because he decided to chicken out at the last minute to land one on your lips. So do yourselves a favour, sate the guy's desire to kiss you by taking initiatives.

~ Ghiaccio's coworkers LOVES getting a reaction out of him and once they found out he is dating you, they waste no time to try to pull some moves on you to set off the ticking time bomb that is Ghia. They don't really mean it, it's just in the name of mean-spirited fun. So yes, there goes ice ice baby grinding his teeth at the sight of you being flirted on by his co-workers.

~Though, what's funny is that when people who are barely matching the likeness of your calibre trying to pull moves on you does make him scoff at the audacity.

~ Okokok but 👉👈 car ride dates

~ Ohohoho, saying I love you... You see, Ghia is a bit iffed at the thought of saying it because, aren't his actions enough to state his love for you? But something is nagging at him to say it just in case, but he is one stubborn fucker. So he is stuck at a back and fourth between wanting to tell you he loves you or he doesn't have to say it. It's what bugs him at night. Forget about shower thoughts, this what keeps him up at night.

~ Just, okay okay, you mean so damn much to him than he lets on and he hopes you know that he is willing to take a spike in his neck if it means to keep you safe and guarded. He loves you so much, at the thought of you he cools down and that is how much you influenced him to change from his ways. He learned that being slow at things isn't bad at all.

~ "Hey, dumbass... I... I love you, okay? I'm not good with words, let alone lovey dovey poetic bullshit pulled from Shakespeare's ass, but you mean the world to me. You make me want to just sit and do nothing with you, and I can go on and on about nonsensical bullshit while you listen and I'd like nothing more than to spend my time with you."

#Ghiaccio X reader #la sqaudra #jojo's bizarre adventures #jjba part 5 #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind #fluff #romance #x reader #im too soft for this boy

[lasquadranights]

Stop Singing

Christmas Countdown: Ghiaccio x Reader

Content Warnings: NSFW Content, References to Polygamy, AFAB Reader, Rough

***

It hadn’t been long before you ran out of new holiday songs to sing along to but you refused to let it dampen your spirits.

Your voice carried through the house even when the stereo was off. Nobody minded. At least, you hadn’t thought they did. Risotto and Prosciutto both watched you fondly while Formaggio, Melone, and Illuso often joined in.

You hadn’t considered Ghiaccio would be annoyed by it until you were busy cleaning the windows one day, a tune on your lips. Nobody else was meant to be in the house so you just sang as loud as you wanted to.

The stereo wasn’t even on and you had just finished spinning around when a hand grabbed your hair, pulling your head back. The sharp pain made you yelp.

Thankfully, it helped you recognise somebody you knew who had already made a habit of pulling your hair.

“Enough,” Ghiaccio hissed. “Do you have any idea how annoying that ridiculous song is getting? You haven’t stopped for days.”

You twisted a little to shoot him a bright grin. “It’s fun Ghia. You know the songs, don’t you?”

“Against my will. They’re playing them absolutely everywhere! I don’t need to hear them here as well.”

You caught his wrist and he let go, allowing you to lightly tap his nose and go back to singing as you continued with the window. His simmering rage was still there but it seemed he was deciding if this fight was worth it.

There was bit of ice in his hair, looking a little too unnatural to be from anything but his stand. That, combined with his regular work outfit, hinted at where he may have been for the better half of the morning.

He snatched what you were holding and earned a half-formed protest before he was grabbing your jaw, pain shooting from his tight grip. The kiss was more teeth than lips, too rough for you to properly keep up with and splitting your lower lip from the start. You groaned at the taste.

Ghiaccio shoved you back, the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw in a death grip came up to pin you against the window. His tongue shoved into your mouth and you pushed up to meet it. The back of your mind worried about the glass behind you breaking but he didn’t let you keep thoughts that weren’t him for very long.

Ghiaccio was rougher than usual and you burned for it. Something else had pissed him off that day but you didn’t mind taking the anger of it.

You whimpered when he finally let go of you, falling slightly against him as your knees went weak. “Fuck, Ghia.”

“That’s a better use for that mouth of yours than your stupid songs.”

You met his eyes directly, a challenge clear as you leaned further against his chest and began to coo one of your favourites. It was well-worth it to see his eye begin to twitch as you continued without a care.

The moment he snapped, you grinned around your words.

His hand knotted in your hair for the second time that day and he pushed you to your knees with little resistance on your part. You didn’t let up on the singing, instead switching to an even more annoying rendition.

“Fucking irritating,” he snapped at you. “Why can’t you just be quiet for once in your life? Why am I surrounded by fucking loudmouths?!”

You grinned up at him. “Maybe if I had something to better occupy my time…”

The moment you started singing again, he grabbed your jaw with his free hand, the other still holding your hair tight. It forced your mouth closed, a burning pain on both sides of your head that was quickly converting to pleasure as your body responded to the situation. The warmth between your legs only grew as he leaned in close.

“One more word,” he snarled in warning.

You couldn’t have said anything even if you wanted to at that point but the moment, he loosened his hold on your jaw, you started singing again.

How you wished you could have kept at it when he shoved his cock down your throat.

Ghiaccio wasted no time in letting you adjust. His thrusts were harsh and bruising, every movement hitting the back of your throat and forcing you to take him deep. There wasn’t any room for gagging. He didn’t give you time for even that.

The hand at the back of your head prevented you from hitting it against the glass, holding you steady and protecting you all the same.

Tears built in your eyes at the burning pain, spilling over your cheeks as all you could do was moan around him. All of your techniques disappeared to the back of your mind. They weren’t of use when all you had time for was sloppily taking his cock as far as possible into your mouth. The burn between your legs was getting bad but you couldn’t do anything for it.

There was a second when Ghiaccio started slowing down and you met his eyes looking like an absolute mess. You were drooling, tears ran down your face, and your skin was flushed red. Yet, with the weight heavy on your tongue, you began to hum.

He scowled and his pace turned brutal. His hips snapped forward at an intense tempo, stealing all thought from your brain as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. You moaned around him, your nails digging into his thighs deep enough to draw blood.

He came down your throat, your nose pressed up against his skin. When he moved away, you whimpered and stared up at him with hazy eyes begging for more attention.

You reached between your legs, rolling your fingers over your clit and bucking into the air. It was so close.

Ghiaccio rolled his eyes and tugged on your hair, bringing you shakily up to a standing position. He pushed your hand away and took over, shoving you hard against the window as he worked your core.

You tossed your head back and moaned, rocking against him needily until you hit your peak and electricity danced across your skin.

Your knees gave and you collapsed against his chest. He grumbled something but managed to pick you up, carrying you a more comfortable spot and dropping you on his lap to sit.

“Do you hear that?” he asked. “It’s called silence.” But there was a softness to his voice, most of the irritation from earlier long gone.

He lightly caressed your cheek and you leaned into the touch, throat to raw to speak but wanting to show your appreciation. Ghiaccio tilted your head up to make sure you hadn’t bruised badly from his hold and you relished in the care.

You’d let him enjoy his silence for the time. Later on, you’d refuse to break eye contact as you danced around the house and sang the entire time.

#ghiaccio x reader #jjba ghiaccio #ghiaccio #la squadra x reader

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

If la Squadra played Minecraft who do you think would grief, who do you think would actually play the game, and who gets scared at the cave sounds? I feel like Illuso would probably grief everyone elses property but Risottos

omfg anon ur a saint for sending this in sorry it took a while lmfao 🙃

Risotto doesn't know how to play minecraft, the only way he learned is from watching Ghia and Mel play it in the living room. his houses are usually made of dirt or wood planks because he doesn't understand the concept of making his house look good. he likes endermen because he too is tall, has weird eyes, and attacks people that stare at him for too long

Prosciutto is even worse than Riz but at least he makes his house look good. cave sounds don't scare him but creepers do and he'll shriek when one gets too close to him. Usually forgets that fall damage is a thing in this game and ends up dying because he tried taking the easy way down a mountain

Pesci always has underwater houses (which Illuso loves to flood) and makes sure they're always very well decorated. Pesci's also the resident farmer and is the guy to go to when you need sugarcane (he always has a lot). Also gets scared by creepers and jumps when the cave sounds play. he likes the way the sheep look cause they're just so silly

Illuso is a CUNT. DO NOT play mincecraft with him ever. He'll kill you and steal your shit, he'll break your bed so you end up back at spawn, he'll blow your house up whether you're in it or not. He's just not a good team player.

Formaggio is also a little bitch but he's not as bad as Illuso. Maggio likes running around in creative spawning random ass monsters near you and will laugh his ass off if you die trying to get rid of them. He purposefully stares at endermen and hits zombie pigmen just to piss them off. Nothing in the game scares him except for the ghasts, he fuckin hates those things

Ghiaccio is one of the best people to play the game with. Mining with him in wonderful because he's always so cautious about his surroundings, you'll never get ambushed for fall into lava. Builds mob spawners to farm for XP and will let you use it any time but as payment he'll just move into your house permanently instead of sleeping wherever he is when the sun sets

Melone is also very good at the game, he always makes really cool looking houses in the cutest biomes and loves decorating them with paintings and foliage. Mel keeps a farm, animal pens, and has the second most resources out of everyone on the team. He's not the best at mining, so he usually trades with Ghiaccio for the things he needs

Sorbet and Gelato also grief everyone on the server, including each other. Gelato likes burning villages and forests down and Sorbet just follows random players around wearing a mob skin to freak them out. Both of them are very good at imitating creeper sounds so they scare Pros and Pesci with it all the time

#la squadra #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #risotto x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #illuso x reader #formaggio x reader #ghiaccio x reader #melone x reader #sorbet and gelato x reader

[tenthgrove]

hello beloved jjba blog!! i wanted to ask you about some lore related questions with the boys. i just got done reading your backgrounds on them and had somethings i was curious about. so with that said; what kinda lore or thoughts do you have if ghia, maggie, and illuso hadn't had Miguel offer the arrow for them to use? what would their lives be like? would they still eventual end up with stands or in the gang? or ?? please and thank you~! i hope youre doing ok 💖💖💖

Hmm, now he's a fun what if scenario!

Starting with Ghiaccio, it is inevitable that he would have snapped against his abusive parents eventually. Although his near-death following the arrow ended up being the straw that broke the camel's back, it's inevitable the rage burning under the surface would have eventually burst to the surface. From there, it could have gone several ways, but all of them do bare an alternative route for him to enter Passione. He could have lost the fight since, at the end of the day, he's still a malnourished and underdeveloped 15 year old boy, and either been kicked out on the streets or turned over to the police. Or, he might have won and killed his parents anyway, being forced to flee and seek shelter with the gang.

The question is whether the stand he subsequently gains would be quite as strong as White Album, since the overwhelming power of W.A. is linked to his rage at the specific moment he realised his parents didn't care if he died. Because of this, he may not be eligible for an elite assassination team like LS. One interesting possibility is that he ends up signing on with Bucciarati, being of the same age and location. I like to think he would eventually still encounter and recognise Sorbet and Gelato, becoming friends after realising they've met before. Perhaps this could be a route to an alliance between the teams?

Formaggio's fate depends on much more mundane factors. Assuming Miguel never steals the arrow to begin with, as opposed to taking it and just disappearing forever, Formaggio has no disruption to his joyful family life. Although his family was mafia stock the children were raised with the promise they didn't have to go down that route if they didn't want to, and by the time he was a teenager Formaggio was still very much undecided. I'd say the most likely possibility is that he still joins Passione but at a later date, aiming to live a law-abiding life but getting sucked into crime by the promise of easy money after attempts at college go south. His stand would likely be the same since it's not linked to any profound emotional state. He may still end up in LS, but it's not a guarantee since their original meeting was a result of Formaggio's quest to fulfil Miguel's last wishes. Still, it's a fair possibility.

Illuso has the lowest chance of still joining Passione since his background is by far the most privileged. Most likely he would have kept living in his relatives' castle until he eventually inherited it, then sold it on and become set for life. He would have had no reason to resort to crime. The only possibility is if he had somehow reconnected with his childhood friend Formaggio and learned of his exploits in Passione. Always desperate for more, Illuso may have become a patron of the gang in the hope of further wealth. Perhaps if he slipped up due to some facet of his ego, it's possible La Squadra could have found themselves stepping in to save him by requesting him for their own team. Unlikely, but possible.

#small asks #la squadra #ghiaccio #formaggio #illuso

[soupbabe]

Do you have any h/c's on what La Squadra's parents were like?

I'll be honest I haven't thought much about the entire team, here's some that I have thought about a lot:

Prosciutto and Pesci: First off I go by the hc that they are biological brothers! But they're parents were more absent in their life, forcing Pros to take up a more mature and parental role for his younger brother. I imagine Prosciutto moving out with Pesci when Pesci was a younger teen (I imagine 13-14 while Pros was 18) so Pesci never had a good grasp on what their parents were like and it's still something that's a touchy subject for Pros.

Ghiaccio: This man reeks of a kid who was set up for high expectations by his parents, whether that be academically or through ice skating. His parents felt that his worth was defined by his performance in life, but the parental love was never really there. Smart kid burn out type thing. But on the topic of family, I also like to think that Ghiaccio always had a soft spot for his grandparents. Gave him the comfort he needed although he couldn't see them as much due to his busy schedule. But they probably died before Ghia even thought about turning to the mafia for some kind of purpose.

Melone: Melone and Ghiaccio share a similar upbringing in the sense that they were both held to high standards growing up. While Ghiaccio was still able to express himself and choose his own hobbies like ice skating, Melone's parents were the kind to repress his self expression more. He grew up in a more conservative household and had his life planned out for him. Melone for the most part had no issue with the "be a doctor or rich scientist" thing his parents set him up for though. He always had a knack for biology and other sciences in school. It wasn't until college Melone was exposed to the things that made him the man he was now. He adored the freedom being away from home gave him and he discovered his love for the nightlife scene. When Melone came back home after his first year, different from the boy his parents made him to be and certainly less conservative in appearance (though it wasn't to the extent of modern day Melone), he was kicked out of his home. While yes, it did hurt Melone and it was a difficult thing to cope with, he'd say he's a happier and healthier person because of it.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba la squadra #jjba prosciutto #jjba pesci #jjba Ghiaccio #jjba melone

[daisys-gard3n]

Ghia is ginger tea because it's spicy and burns my throat....

but it's also good for lowering blood pressure and giving you some antioxidants...you win some you lose some.

although lowering blood pressure is very ironic

[luvrbug]

hi there! i hope you are doing ~~amazing~~! can i request la squadra (or just riz, pros, and ghia if the whole group is too much) hcs with a fem team member, who they have a crush on, at the beach? what would they do??? try and have fun or just sit and stare??? i MUST know! this is my first time on your blog and i love it already! i’m super excited to see what you come up with! stay safe and thank you so much!

OOOOOO SHIT THIS IS FUCKIN JUICY ILY

risotto

he was happy to go to the beach, he isn't necessarily a pervert but he could appreciate the view the swimsuit you were wearing gave.

of course he's the lost trustworthy one to put sunscreen on you! risotto wouldn't feel you up, but he could appreciate the soft skin under his hands.

he probably pulls you to the side oit of nowhere to confess, its out of nowhere honestly, risotto just expected you to pick up on his extremely subtle flirting.

Prosciutto

prosciutto is more of a perv than risotto, but he would never make you uncomfortable. a subtle touch to the backside, rubbing in the sunscreen a BIT too sensually.

tbh prosciutto probably bought the bathing suit you were wearing, he is nothing if not a sugar daddy.

you probably end up asking if he likes you. which makes him stutter and spit out his drink,

Ghiaccio

ice man is ur personal cooler and no one elses

he will hiss at anyone who gets close to him besides you, he grumbles a bit when you ask but relents after a please.

its a 50/50 chance he'll just kiss u,, he is an impulsive little ice cube.

absolutely adores it if he gets to rub sunscreen on you! he'll still grumble, but tye flush on the tips of his ears begs to differ.

Illuso

illuso is smug, despite not being able to stay in the sun for long due to his easily burned skin.

he'll whine about how LONELY he is and pout until you come and sit with him, he steals you both some snowcones through the mirror in the stand.

Formaggio

Sleazy man is sleazy

formaggio is flirting with you the entire time, flexing whatever he can to make you giggle.

if he gets to put sunscreen on you,, prepare for cheesy pickup lines.

he definitely wants ur help to prank ghiaccio

prepare for a chill

melone

suprisingly he's really chill, the worst he did was cling to you while you were sweaty

ends up actually confessing

pesci

GOD HE'S SO NERV OUS

he's just trying to NOT look at all the skin ur showing

but also act normal???

his internal functions just stopped working

prosciutto helps him confess, probably.

#la squadra x reader #la sqaudra #jjba x reader #too lazy to tag

[miiscreants]

❛ what do you think ? ❜ showing off new fit to ghia hashtag purr

✧  ———  Ghiaccio  didn’t  know  what  to  expect  when  Midler  walked  in  asking  for  his  opinion,  but  OH  BOY!  He  wasn’t  expecting  this  at  all.  The  new  navy  blue  stain  dress  she  got  was  incredibly  tight,  hugging  the  most  appealing  features  on  her  body,  which  was  everything  though  his  eyes.  Swallowing  hard  with  an  audible  gulp,  lip  quivering  trying  to  not  stumble  his  words  or  look  like  a  total  geek.  

                His  face  was  burning  from  the  persistent  staring  his  icy  orbs  made  over  and  over,  each  time  halting  at  the  slight  slit  of  the  edge  of  her  dress  that  showed  off  some  thigh.  Her  legs  were  incredible.

                                —  oh  you  fucking  idiot  stop  staring!  

                ❝  W-  wha—  what  do  I?  What—❞  Great  going,  should’ve  just  gave  a  thumbs  up  instead,  ❝  I  think  you—  you  look  hot—  I  mean  beautiful.  It  looks  great.  Amazing  choice  of  color.  Really  screams  you!    Ha!  Yeah  you  look  great.❞  

                Damn  it!  He’s  going  to  have  a  hard  time  living  this  off.

#rzrbite #✧ — ❨ ask. ❩ #✧ — ghiaccio / ❨ ic. ❩ #oof he's so embarrassed