#fumis

[fairoreh]

fumis micro nation how are you

#my art #jjba #jojo #golden wind #vento aureo #purple haze feedback #fugo pannacotta #guido mista #fumis

[crazy-noisy-bizarre-blog]

Giorno: Mista! You’re losing a lot of blood. Quick, what’s your type?

Mista: blonde, smart, kinda short, really nice but fucking terrifying if you piss them off-

Fugo, blushing furiously: BLOOD TYPE YOU DUMBASS

Mista: oh

Mista: red?

#source: tumblr #(I can’t find the original please help) #jjba #golden wind #giorno giovanna #guido mista #pannacotta fugo #giomis #fumis #fugiomis #fugo and giorno are not short mista is just tall #my posts

[pannyacottafugo]

this panel is so them LOL☺️☺️☺️

#fumis #pannacotta fugo #trigun #misfu #guido mista #jojo’s bizarre adventure #sorry i disappear for so long 😢😢 #i love trigun and jojos still OFC but am more twt active now #go follow me there if you’d like ☺️ it’s very trigun heavy atm tho LOL

[baker-chan-senpai]

fugiomis sketch dump

#jjba #vento aureo #golden wind #giorno giovanna #guido mista #pannacotta fugo #fugiomis #fugio #giomis #fumis #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #i just think they're neat uwu #they're just a bunch of kids with too much shared trauma #kids who can kill u #sketch dump #art #digital art #jjba part 5

[sugoiartt]

let me feel it

#jjba #golden wind #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 5 #part 5 #pannacotta fugo #guido mista #fumis #digital art #suki art #artist on tumblr #artists on tumblr

[vava-blin]

drew @fairoreh’s favourite bois 🔫🍓

#fumis #panacotta fugo #guido mista #vento aureo #jjba #my art

[gonchillunchis]

Death Incarnate

#my sillies #my blorbinni #gli scrungli #my little mew mews #doodle #gon's sketch dump #mista #fugo #fumis #fugomis #Fugo Pannacotta #Pannacotta Fugo #Mista Guido #Guido Mista #gon1122 #suspiro de cajeta

[1candybrainrotdungeon]

Fumis brainrot on main <3 Inspired by @crazy-noisy-bizarre-blog's idea that Mista calls Fugo silly nicknames when they're arguing >:)c

#jjba #part 5 vento aureo #guido mista #pannacotta fugo #fumis #idot clowns #I love them <3

[batwake]

Aggregāre - fumis

are there fumisers on tumblr.... throwing this fic into the void

Summary: Over the years, Mista learns five things about Fugo. (Or, Mista comes to understand the sum of all his parts.)

Tags: Pre and Post Jojo's part 5: Vento Aureo, slight canon divergence, canon-typical violence, recreational drug use

you can read on ao3

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #vento aureo #guido mista #pannacotta fugo #fumis #golden wind #my fic #shut up mary

[csmeaner]

Too much happening at once, among other things. lex-dex(/)art(/)Painted-Brute-428-932859898

.https://deviantart.com/lex-dex/art/Painted-Brute-428-932859898

the scene phase is back and not in a good way

#fumi lex #fumis #design shitting

[fairoreh]

forgot to post them

#i love them sooo muuuch #(sobbing) #my art #jjba #jojo #golden wind #vento aureo #guido mista #fugo pannacotta #fumis

[crazy-noisy-bizarre-blog]

Mista: “Will they or won’t they?” The question on everyone’s minds as they enter the church-

Fugo: If you leave me at the altar to make a stupid joke I will strangle your corpse after I’ve shot you with your own gun.

Source (modified slightly)

#jjba #golden wind #guido mista #pannacotta fugo #fumis #my posts

[shrimpychipz]

wahoo fumis animatic

audio from this

#fumis #wahoo

[jairotriesart]

THIS POST IS SPONSORED BY ME, RE READING PHF WITH SAD MUSIC PLAYING 💧😀👍

there was so much potential for these two they should have had the ultimate hold-eachother-and-ugly-cry-for-hours-and-never-let-go sleepover post phf

little bonus 😢

#jjba golden wind #jjba part 5 #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 5 #jairosart #my art #guido mista #fugo pannacotta #fumis #purple haze feedback #Spotify

[scanboii]

rough day

giomis , sickfic

word count : 1496

summary : Mista feels like shit and tries to tough it out.

The moment Mista woke up, he knew today would not be a good day. He woke up late, falling out of bed with a groan. He was grateful no one had come barging into his room yet which meant he wasn’t missing much and had time to wallow. He took a quick shower but that proved to be difficult when the room started to spin. And when he went to get dressed, he couldn’t find his favorite hat.

“Number 3,” He mumbled, digging through his laundry. “Help me find my hat, please.” When he decided he had spent too long looking for it, he opted without. Whatever.

A meeting was happening in Giorno’s office, and he felt nervous going in, showing up late. With a nod to the guards at each side of the door, Mista made his way inside. Fugo and Narancia were seated across from Giorno, Bruno standing to the Don’s right. The turtle that Polnareff resided in was sat on the table with Abbacchio close by. It was a little comical.

Mista’s amusement didn’t last long when they all stopped speaking and turned to him. “Sorry I’m late.” He said, trying not to feel too awkward. Giorno was staring at him hard and he squirmed under the gaze.

“Take a seat Mista, we just started.”

The gunman plopped down next to Fugo and sighed. It felt good to sit down. He felt too heavy in his own body, fatigued and sluggish. Mista didn’t get sick very often, something he was a little proud of. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. Terrible. He could barely concentrate on what everyone was saying. Fugo’s elbow had to nudge him from his trance. He glanced over to the strawberry blonde and hummed.

“You look like shit.” Fugo whispered to him.

“Thanks…” He rubbed at his head, glad he couldn’t find his hat now. Was it warm in here? God, he felt so hot.

“No, dude, seriously.” Fugo pressed, a look of concern on his face.

Mista waved him off, murmuring something about being too warm and too tired.

The meeting ended before he knew it and he took his time getting out of his seat. They had a mission to go on now and were leaving soon. The pistols awakened, hovering restlessly over him. Of course, they could tell something was wrong and tried to make it known to him. But Mista ignored them. He knew something was wrong, but he’d never taken a sick day. And now that Giorno was the Boss, he really didn’t want to. He liked Giorno, and he wanted to make him proud. And he wanted to work as hard as he could to impress him.

He could tough it out. He would.

—

The mission turned out to be more than recon when a stand user got involved. Which made Fugo frustrated and Mista down right upset. The high adrenaline of the fight, the constant running, the beating heat of mid summer Italy. It all added up to the worst feeling Mista has experienced in his delirious mind.

Number 5 fretted over him, resting on his shoulder, as he shakily shot a bullet that one of the other pistols maneuvered. Fugo was at his side, they were both crouched behind a dumpster, taking shot after shot. “Do you see anything?” Fugo asked, peering around. There were no movements, which made them both suspicious. “Let’s check it out.” He moved forward, towards the last place he saw the stand user, Mista following behind.

“Be careful, Meesta!” Number 5 prattled.

When they rounded the corner of the building the stand user was hiding behind, the two mafiosos were relieved to see him dead. But something in Mista’s stomach turned, roiling angrily. Spending a large portion of his life in the Mafia, he had gotten used to not reacting so harshly to dead bodies. It was something he saw so often. But with the adrenaline finally crashing and the sight of all the blood and brain matter, it all just felt like coming up.

He jerked harshly, stumbling away from the body and crouched, panting hard. He drooled, pre-vomit saliva flooding his mouth. Mista could hear his Pistols calling his name worriedly and he had half the mind to call them all back but before he could, his stomach cramped violently, and out came whatever he’d eaten last night. He gasped after the first wave, hands shakily gripping his knees. He could hear Fugo talking to him and felt embarrassed being sick in front of him. Mista tried to apologize, throat raw from stomach acid.

A hand came to his back to comfort him, which was a strange sensation coming from Fugo. He leaned back against it, feeling so tired. But his suffering wasn’t done, and he barely had time to prepare himself before another wave of sick hit. It hurt, fuck. The burn, the tension in his body, the cramping in his stomach. He whimpered pathetically, feeling like there was nothing left in his stomach to choke back up. He hoped he was finished.

After a short moment, gathering his bearings, he stood up shakily. When he turned to Fugo, he couldn’t look him in the eye.

“You alright?” Fugo asked awkwardly. When he got an answer, he lead them back to the car. “I’ll handle the debriefing."

—

When they got back to the manor, Mista b-lined for his bathroom. He got to rinse his mouth with some warm water back in the car but he felt in desperate need of a good brushing. After patting his mouth dry, he stumbled out of his room to meet with Fugo and Giorno. He ought to at least be present, right?

Mista was a little shocked that when he stepped foot into the office, Giorno wasn’t scolding him. Perhaps Fugo hadn’t told him anything, which he was grateful for, except well…

“Giooorno,” Number 5 whined. Mista panicked. “Meesta’s sick, Gioorno.”

The gunman groaned, scowling at his own stand. “Number 5.” He said sternly, making the pistol flit around nervously. But Giorno held a hand out for the stand to rest upon.

“Fugo, may I have a moment alone with Mista?” It wasn’t really a question, and Fugo left with a soft pat on Mista’s shoulder. When the door closed, Giorno turned to face him again. “You can sit.”

Feeling too terrible and too anxious to refuse, he sat down in the closest chair. “I’m not that si-” He stopped as the Boss raised his other hand.

“Number 5,” Giorno addressed. The pistol replied readily, not wanting to upset the Don more. Giorno could be scary when he wanted to be. “Please continue.”

The stand looked between the two nervously, saddened to see how defeated his master looked but also remembering how horrible it was to watch him throw up. “Meesta… he had an accident, he was very sick Giorno…” Number 5 rubbed where his tummy would be to show Giorno where it hurt.

The Boss frowned. “Thank you, Number 5, do you think I could speak to Guido?” He asked softly, giving the stand a reassuring smile. Number 5 nodded before disappearing. Giorno leaned heavily onto the front of the desk and regarded Mista carefully, who was restless in his seat. “Are you feeling okay, Mista?” His tone was kind and when Mista looked up at him, he could see worry in the furrow of his brows.

Mista felt like a failure. He could feel childish tears in the corners of his eyes but he would not cry. Not in front of Giorno of all people. “Yes, Boss.” He choked out. But he was feeling wearier by the second. And he was losing time, maybe, because now the Don was kneeling in front of him. A boss shouldn’t do that. He felt terrible.

“Guido, I’m gonna ask again. Please be honest with me.” And Mista could never say no to him. “Are you feeling okay?” After a moment's hesitation, he shook his head, looking down on himself. A soft, gentle hand lifted his chin and he was met with the most stunning eyes. “Please don’t do this again. If you’re not feeling well, you should say so. Something could go wrong if you’re not at your best, and Guido,” God he loved hearing his name come from Giorno’s lips. “I care about you.” Mista’s eyes went glassy again.

Giorno stood back up and grabbed a few papers. He still had a lot of work to do. “C’mon,” He said bossily, moving towards the door. Mista stood erratically and followed Giorno out the door. They were walking down the bedroom halls which confused Mista. And then they stopped at his door. When Giorno caught Mista’s questioning eyes, he smiled, almost mischievously, and shrugged. “I’ll be watching over you. Is that okay?”

And really, he couldn’t say no to Giorno. Though he did hope he wouldn’t throw up again because that would be mortifying.

#canzonii fics #giomis #giorno giovanna #guido mista #sickfic #read on ao3 #jjba #fumis #if you squint #vomiting

[snipsnak]

my phone reminded me that i made this a year ago

#pls domt take this 100% seriously lol #jjba #vento aureo #fumis #pannacotta fugo #guido mista