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frenchspagheti · 3 months
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rae-pss · 4 months
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Yay, and anyway may I please ask for headcanons for Mista, Abbacchio and Bucciarati reactions of their s/o having a medusa like stand
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . what an interesting stand that one is. let's see what i come up with. hope you like it, dear @crazyyanderefangirlfan (<3).
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended
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–for starters, your stand [ asphyx ] had a power similar to medusa's curse, once one gazed at your eyes when activated, could turn into stone in mere fractions of a second.
–being this powerful power what makes your stand so dangerous and, at the same time, quite difficult to control at times.
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〔 BRUNO BUCCIARATI 〕
—he who has a certain fear of your stand; both fear and respect for what power itself is.
—when you explained how it worked, bruno couldn't help but compare it to purple haze, and you couldn't deny that a certain similarity existed between both stands.
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—he was left speechless when first seeing it with his own eyes. it was kind of mesmerizing to see how the stone grew in the person's body, and he did tell you about how sickly beautiful it looked.
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〔 LEONE ABBACHIO 〕
—the most careful regarding your stand. It's not that abbachio's afraid of it in itself, but that - like bruno - he has a certain respect for how potentially dangerous it can be.
—the first time he saw it in action, observing in detail how that unfortunate man turned into a stone statue, he couldn't help but let an expression of surprise adorn his face.
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〔 MISTA GUIDO 〕
—of the three, mista's the least afraid of your stand. finding it more than anything fascinating and entertaining.
—on one occasion he was about to be another victim of your stone eyes, if not because you had enough reflex to look elsewhere in time to save his ass.
—he genuinely smiled in fascination when he saw it in action. he even looked at the recently turned-into-stone person in awe.
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sparkkyart · 8 months
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~Guido Mista 😘😘
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Mista more like mistaKE amirite
Naw jk i love him
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deanthe · 7 months
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i had a vision of a cool ass mista design in my art style so i had to make it a reality
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Hiw do i Marry him
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adamphoebe · 2 months
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Guido Mista as a WoF dragon!
(reblogs help a lot!)
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prosciuttulipa · 1 month
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heya! can I request the Bucci gang with a reader who has a siren stand? their stand ability is to sing/screech very loudly making soundwaves that blow away enemies.
Bucci Gang with a Siren Stand
a/n: I've taken liberties to elaborate a bit more on how the Stand works. I think I ended up writing more on how the characters react to the Stand, rather than the user themselves.
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Stand Profile: Siren
Close to Mid-range Stand.
Echolocation — the Stand uses its sound waves to detect its surroundings, including the presence of any active Stands.
Sing Mode — the Stand sings a calming song, which lures people in and causes them to drop their guard. It is defenseless and vulnerable to attacks unless it stops singing.
Screech Mode — the Stand uses sound waves to blow away enemies. The wider the range, the weaker its attack. This strength can be improved upon with training.
Bruno Buccellati finds the Siren Stand to be a useful addition to the team, both on the battlefield and in managing his unruly team of misfits. To his surprise, the Siren enjoys maintaining a sense of domesticity. It uses its Sing Mode to call the members back when dinner is ready, and often sings to help members relax for the evening. When Bruno stays up too late working, the Siren's song pulls him to bed, its way of telling him that work can wait till tomorrow.
Leone Abbacchio is visibly disgruntled every time the Siren Stand is used, especially when it's set to Sing Mode. He dislikes Stands that affect people's moods, finds them insidious and much more difficult to defend against. On the battlefield, he trusts the Siren to work alongside them, but he mostly avoids the Stand during down time. He is hostile to its attempts to help him relax. Heaven forbid he let someone else have control over his mental state.
Narancia Ghirga adores the Siren Stand, and finds in it a surrogate mother figure. It is the Siren that takes to Narancia first, immediately deeming the boy as a child it needs to protect. On missions, the Siren takes over Aerosmith's reconnaisance. It is also particularly distressed when Narancia gets hurt, to the point that it will reject direct orders to ensure he is safe. During downtime, it's common to see the Siren singing to Narancia, the boy napping as the Stand pets his hair.
Pannacotta Fugo looks at the Siren, and sees in it things he wishes Purple Haze could be. The Siren has a wide range, but it can focus its attacks into a single beam without any collateral damage. It has the ability to lure people in with its Sing Mode: a trap to enemies, but a homing signal to friends. There is beauty in the Siren's violence, while Purple Haze is destruction incarnate. He is standoffish when the Siren tries to befriend him—it cares for him the same way it does Narancia—hearing it wail softly as he walks away.
Guido Mista tries to flirt with the Siren. It's a pretty humanoid woman, with a lovely voice to match, so why not shoot his shot? He learns his lesson when the Siren blasts him away, nearly rupturing his eardrums. On the battlefield, the Siren's echolocation helps his Sex Pistols find its opponents. However, its Screech Mode occasionally gets in the way, blowing away the Sex Pistols unintentionally. Off the battlefield, the Sex Pistols seem to enjoy playing with the Siren, riding its soundwaves for fun.
Giorno Giovanna uses Golden Experience to fix the member's eardrums, if any of them accidentally get in the Siren's crossfire. He is particularly sensitive to sound, which makes the Siren's Screech Mode difficult for him to deal with. If he's paired with the Siren for any work, he keeps a few pairs of ear plugs on him, just in case. Despite being the youngest one in the gang, the Siren treats him more like the adult members, sensing that the boy can hold his own. The Siren also seems to appreciate when Golden Experience makes flowers, shrieking in delight.
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mistamisterious · 5 months
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Happy birthday🎁🎉🎂
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weetlebeetle · 7 months
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GM stands for General Manager
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rohansoutsidemydoor · 5 months
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MISTA
MISTA GUIDO
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yamayukao · 3 months
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♱ Italiani mobster looking so precious.
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trashbabyart · 1 year
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My piece for the mista zine !
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izzy-the-bug · 6 months
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😞 Love the guy, But holy shit he is dumber than a bag of rocks that was thrown into the sea, eaten by a shark, thrown around and then chucked into a dumpster istg
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gratefulcheeses · 1 year
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I’m fashionably late (as per usual) but I just couldn’t stop myself from drawing Garfista,,,
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lemmetreatya · 1 year
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Hi🙋🏾‍♀️ umm I like to request a Team Bucciarati x black!reader (she/her pronouns) where they react to hearing reader singing for the very first time😚.
The reader would sing like a Whitney Houston or a Mariah Carey song🙏🏽😩
It can be a fluff ☁️💓
Honey — Team Bucciarati x Black!fem reader
I was coming out the womb singing all of whitney’s discography but i’ve been listening to Honey recently so I guess I went for that instead!! enjoy 🫶🏾
“All we’ve got left to do for the upcoming week is to collect the protection money from the local groceries, Mama Verdo.”
Bucciarati ticked off a few names in his notepad before tapping the one right at the bottom. The rest of the team sat round the table, attentively listening to him.
“Maria said her son will be passing it on to us this time so be aware that the giver will be someone we don’t know. I trust her, but we don’t want a fast one being pulled on us either so be on your guard.” He finished.
“Do you suggest we do it three-maned?” Abbacchio queried, his arm draped over the back of Mista’s chair in a lazy fashion.
Nodding in agreement, Bucciarati confirmed his initial statement.
“I was thinking to do that, yes. Leone, would you mind taking Naranchia and Fugo with you?”
Abbacchio squinted his eyes in Bucciarati’s direction per his suggestion.
According to him, Bucciarati was well aware of the bickering nature the two younger boys shared, and even more so how it was amplified when they were out of the leader’s eyes. Abbacchio found it mildly annoying that he’d have to practically chaperone them whilst on a job but anything for Bruno, right?
Briefly glancing upwards, Abbacchio made a silent prayer for strength before looking back at his leader and grudgingly approving.
“Yeah. Sure.”
Bucciarati gave him a small smile, one Abbacchio knew was of grateful nature. Till this day, he wonders why he does so much for the man.
“Now that that’s sorted—”
Just then, the restaurant door bumped and then opened as you entered in with your face completely covered by boxes.
“Can someone help me with these?!” You muffled behind the several high towering packages.
Instantly, Giorno and Mista had gotten up to assist you with the boxes you had, unloading a few of them from you. As all three of you approached the table, Bucciarati placed his pen down to turn around and welcome your arrival.
“Welcome back, bella amor.”
“Hey, hey.” You replied as you placed the boxes on top of the table.
“What’s all this?” Fugo asked, his eyes already analytical inspecting the various packagings.
The others looked on with expressions that asked the same question. With a triumphant stance, you folded your arms over your chest before gesturing to yourself.
“This, is the type of treatment you get when you collect protection money with precision and care.”
“And what ‘treatment’ would that be?” Abbacchio quipped, his eyebrows frowning. With a snide smile, you mocked back at him.
“Appreciation, Leone, but I know you’re not too clued up about that stuff.”
“Oh, you’re so full of shit.” He grumbled.
“Is this all from one business or a group of them?” Giorno placed his pile of the boxes down onto the table while addressing the question to you.
“Yeah, it was a few of ‘em.”
“Bet you shook them down for this stuff, huh?”
The snickering comment came from the other side of the table, a shit-eating grin lacing the perpetrator’s face.
“No, Naranchia, I did not.” You emphasised as your eyes squinted accusingly in the boy’s direction.
Rather than stand down, Naranchia only squinted back at you, challenging you on your stance. Electrical fizzes may have fired between the two of you concerning how long you held each other’s eye contact.
Not being the biggest fan of inner-circle conflict, Bucciarati stood up from his seat as he proceeded to take a look at what was in the various boxes.
“Either way—” The leader stated firmly, his tone causing both you and Naranchia to look away from each other. “It was very kind of these various companies to offer us these amenities. Bella, make sure you take note of who gave what.”
With your attention now on Bucciarati, you nodded with assertion.
“Already have. I made a list of all the companies who passed on a gift so I’ve just to open things up and write them down.” You pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from your back pocket.
Bucciarati made a sound of approval. You hadn’t been with the team long but it was times like these where the mobster leader knew he made a good call in recruiting you.
“Good. Then let’s start opening these up.”
There was a joyous buzz within the restaurant space as the other members began to join in opening the gifts. Raising an already opened package, Mista pulled out a large assortment of Baci treats.
“This one?” He pointed it in your direction.
“From Il fornello, across the road.” You replied.
“What about these?” Giorno showed you the long tube of raw homemade spaghetti.
“Roma!”
The faces of the mobsters continued to widen with glee as they opened another gift. It was an assortment of different coloured jars but this time, Naranchia used little to no self control as he swiftly opened one of the bow wrapped jars, dipped his finger in it and tasted the substance.
“Oh! It tastes just like honey.” He garbled as he smacked his lips and went for more.
“That’s because it is honey.” Fugo could only scoff back.
Snapping your finger in Naranchia’s direction, you pointed at the man in sudden excitement.
“There’s a song that goes like that!”
“Like what?” He asked.
“Like honey something. Aw, man, I used to love that song. How it go?”
You pondered thoughtfully to yourself. No one was actively trying to guess the song you were thinking of — they doubt they’d have a clue to whatever you were referencing so they only passively kept an ear open for when you did remember.
After several seconds, you remembered.
“Okay, yeah! It goes And it’s just~ Like~ Honey! When your love~ comes~ over me.”
As soon as the sweet melody came out of your mouth, the other mobsters looked at you in disbelief. Seeing their rather blank and shocked expressions, you figured they weren't familiar with the song. Pouting, you gave them all a despondent look.
“You guys don’t know it?”
Several silent blinking eyes looked back at you all at one time but it was Bucciarati who spoke up first.
“I personally don’t know the song but…I never knew you sung, bella.”
With a changed face, you gave the leader a confused look. Everyone could sing to some extent so why did he see it as such a big deal?
“Well, of course not.” You made a pfft sound with your mouth. “Not like I’d go round preaching it, why would I do that?”
“I think what Bucciarati is trying to say is that you have a very angelic voice. He hadn’t expected it to be so beautiful.” Giorno soundly reiterated Bucciarati’s point for you, a few other heads nodding in agreement.
“Me neither, no offence.” Naranchia chirped in, honey residue riddled around his mouth.
With your heart warmly swelling and your skin starting to feel hot with pride, you bashfully shook your head at the statement.
“Oh, well thank you for that. I guess I didn’t say anything because I didn’t really think my voice was special enough to gloat over.” You muttered as you scratched the back of your neck.
“It’s definitely a gift. It’s not just anyone who can sing a Mariah song so effortlessly.” Abbacchio’s words surprised you and your face definitely showed it. Not only did he dish you a free compliment but he also recognised the song! Who knew he’d have such good taste?!
“Damn—I…thanks guys, really.”
A wide grin decorated Mista’s face as he nodded in your direction.
“You should definitely sing some more for us. I wanna hear what else you have in your roaster!”
The rest of the table agreed in a rumble of words, their encouragement causing your cheeks to bulge in excitement. Folding your arms over your chest, you gave them a speculative look.
“Alright! What you wanna hear next?”
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jjba-enjoyer · 11 months
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mista actually did this they just cut the scene because it wasn’t relevant to the plot my aunts friends cousin works for jjba and told me
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