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#and why is it narancia
s1llycilantro · 1 year
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more school doodles teehee
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discountskeppy · 1 month
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narancia becomes the happiest boy on earth
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artforinfinity · 4 months
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I am so normal about this squad
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Reblogs appreciated <3
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happyshippingnoises · 9 months
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I needed some coloring practice so
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Honestly idk if I actually ship them romantically or homietically 🧘‍♂️🧘‍♂️🧘‍♂️
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sovereignjojoz · 1 year
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Bucci gang + embarrassing nicknames (milestone special!)
Warnings: bizarre activities, one mildly suggestive pun in Abbacchio’s, cringe names, google translate.
Pairings: Bruno x reader, Abbacchio x reader, Mista x reader, Fugo x reader, Bonus giorno x reader, Bonus Narancia x reader.
Summary: some embarrassing nicknames.
Notes-sup. It’s been a while. Narancia’s is the best imo. Happy holidays just in case I take too long with my next post!
Bruno Bucciarati
“Brubooboo!” You called out, peaking your head into the meeting room next door.
Bruno turned to look at you, evidently embarrassed at the use of your unique nickname, a faint pink hue present on his sun-kissed cheeks.
You shook your head amused at his reaction, he seemed to hate the nickname yet he never expressed his displeasure; ever the gentleman sitting there bearing the brunt of your teasing.
“Amore mio,” he smiled, regaining his composure.
You leant forward, resting your elbows on his desk whilst putting your face on the psalm of your hands. “Sup baby?” You asked, the corners of your lips turning upward.
He hummed in response, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What brings you here cara?”
You walked around the desk so you stood beside him, “I was in the area,” you explained, “I thought you’d be done and we could walk home together but clearly my brubear seems stressed.”
You pinched his cheeks, gently pecking each side.
He scoffed, exhaling, “renounce those awful nicknames.”
You pulled his head back so it was facing upwards to look you, “that would mean we’d have to break up.” You teasingly frowned.
“pensi di essere così divertente (you think you’re so funny)?” He muttered, letting out a sigh.
“I’d like to believe so.” You told him “but more importantly do you want me to bring you some dinner, it seems like you’ll be a while, I can just-”
He silenced your rambling by lifting your, interlacing your fingers with his before standing to his full height.
“It’s alright, I’m done for now at least. Torniamo a casa. (Let’s head home).” He stood up, pulling you to the exit by your hand.
You squeezed his hand, drawing closer to him.
“Shall I take out your braids and massage your head when we get home?” You mused, massaging his knuckle with your thumb.
“Sounds perfect.”
Leone Abbacchio
“Bababacchio” you sang imitating the tune of ba ba black sheep as you burst into his bedroom.
Abbacchio closed his eyes, exhaling frustratedly. Recently you’d found calling him the most ridiculously horrific names hilarious and had taken it upon yourself to purposefully make the next one worst than the last.
“What [name].” He asked monotoned, already unimpressed with you although you hadn’t even said anything.
“Chill Habba bubba,” you raised your hands up in mock surrender, “I’m only here to sleep,” you told him crawling onto the bed beside him, “preferably next to you.”
He stood up, bunching his long silver hair up so he could tie it into a ponytail for bed, a hair tie in his mouth as he falsely contemplated what you were saying.
“If you stop with those disgusting pet names fine but say one more and i'm kicking you out.” He warned, as his nimble fingers pulled his hair through the band.
You winked at him, “Fine with me toots.” You told him spreading out on his bed, patting the empty space beside you; inviting him to lay there.
He clicked his tongue at your remark but decided not to act irrationally, using the small bit of patience he had to give you a chance.
You hummed, shifting to move more towards Abbacchio’s side of the bed as he got undressed for bed.
Abbacchio’s chiselled physique just so happened to enter your view frame, a physique which you just so happened to be rather fond of.
You could hardly be blamed for propping your face in the psalm of your hands so you could further enunciate your voice.
“Dangggg! Leone! More like le-own-me!” You teased suggestively raising your eyebrows.
In all your time knowing Leone, you’d never seen his features contort into disgust quicker, you honestly felt rather hurt, that pun had at least been painfully amusing, at the very least!
“fuori. (Out).”
“Wait I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You apologied breathless, unsuccessfully trying to stifle your laughter behind your hand.
“Hold up! stop, let go of my ankle!” You complained as he lifted you out of his bed, dropping you on the floor.
“Leone I’m sorry, let me back in please!”
Guido Mista
“Mimi, it’s so cold!” You whined, staying as close to him as humanly possible, “and your shirt is too cropped for me to put my hands under.”
“Number one, that’s on you and secondly quit it with that name! You’re gonna ruin my street cred.”
Jokingly, you scoffed, side-eyeing him, “what street cred, you wear zebra print pants?”
He lightly pushed you away, shoving his hands in his pockets as he dragged his feet into the hotel the pair of you would be staying in.
“uscire con qualcuno che hanno detto, sarà divertente hanno detto. che bugiardo. (date someone they said, it will be fun they said. what a liar.)” Mista mumbled a tad bit too loud under his breath, kissing his teeth at the end for dramatic effect.
He kicked the door open with his foot, holding it open as you leisurely walked in after him.
“Oh whatever.” You said rolling your eyes at his dramatics, “stop acting as if you don’t relish in the privileges that come with a relationship.”
He waved his hand in the air, dismissing your sentence, “Well why wouldn’t I, they are there for me to use, right?”
You turned your nose up at him, “Hmph.”
“C’mon baby,” Mista whined drawling out the “y” sound. He encased his hands around your face, kissing your cheeks. “Let’s just have fun tonight, yeah?”
“Fineee.” You took his hands off of your face and dragged him to the receptionist desk.
The tanned male winked at you in response, “yo, could I get a room for two, king sized bed please.”
Fugo Pannacotta
“Fugie pants, fungo, pannana! Could you be a dear and help me with my homework please?”
Fugo walked into the room, mortified, with a cackling Narancia trailing behind him.
“[name]! What did we say about using such vile names!” Fugo exclaimed, positioning himself at your side.
You threw your head back, sighing, “I can’t quite recall fugs.” You answered, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laughter.
“[name].” The young male warned curtly, squeezing your jaw so your boisterous laughter would be lessoned.
Narancia wiped his tears of laughter, high giving you as he made his way to exit. “Man, see ya around. Too funny.” Narancia mumbled to himself, his laughter still audible as he departed the room.
“Stop it.”
“But it’s so funny, if you’d just stop reacting I’d stop-”
He pinched your soft lips with his fingers, cutting your sentence off. “no.”
Mini Bonus: Giorno
“Hey Gio.”
The blonde side-eyed you curiously.
You pointed at him with your pencil, “you know if you rearrange the letters in your name you can come up with some pretty interesting name combos.”
He raised his eyebrow, interested, “oh really?”
“Uh huh. Like giovanno, Giovanni, gio-vara, gio-cara.”
Bemusedly, he smiled. “I don’t have a c in my name.”
“I know that giogio, I was trying to be cute with a cute pun.” You groaned exasperated.
“Failure was inevitable.”
“Hey!” You pouted, playfully poking his cheek, “for someone so nice you sure are cheeky.”
Bonus: Narancia Ghirga
The whole week you had been trying, yet ultimately failing, to tease Narancia by giving him an embarrassing nickname.
But despite your best efforts nothing seemed to work, he was seemingly immune to embarrassment.
You thought back on those instances, trying to recall where you had gone wrong.
“Hey my sugar plum fairy cake gumdrop!” You greeted Narancia, kissing his nose.
“What’s up my boo boo bear honey plum nugget.” He responded back with an equal amount of fervour.
You stiffened, cringing in your place, how could he say that so easily. You decided to push through, chanting the mantra “resilience is key.” In your head.
“Nothing my bubble gum sugar cube bub.”
“Alright my sweet peach bubba lover. I love you.”
You mock retched running away, as Narancia chased after you.
Total and utter defeat.
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thenorwalkagent · 1 year
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Dialogue from @redhotpoker (aka he was being funny in chat and I stole it to make a comic but he didn't want to call it a collab so he gets to be my naramis muse instead)
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deusluxuria · 4 months
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concept: because giorno can "create life" with his stand, the immature ones of the group, narancia and mista, have an inside joke about giorno being pregnant (but of course no one thinks it's funny but them).
BUT ONE TIME they made that joke in the car while bruno was driving and (because giorno is trans and afab so it's actually possible) he SLAMMED on the brakes so suddenly that the wheels made an ear-destroying screech. and the look of absolute terror on bruno's face when he whipped his head around to look at giorno and those two clowns said it all.
bruno had a line of cars honking at him but he didn't keep driving until giorno calmed him down by explaining that it was just a stupid inside joke, but it made mista and narancia stop making those jokes so fast.
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platykool · 2 years
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look at them
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Random headcanon quotes from the team
Giorno:
“Oh look, there’s dishes in the sink. The responsible thing would be to do them” *walks past the sink and goes to his room*
Bruno:
“I think you’re mistaken, none of my boys broke into your house” *gets shown a video of his whole team breaking into someone’s house* “oh, actually yeah that is all of them. I’m sorry, I didn’t know about this this time”
Abbacchio:
*the day after Christmas* “Yes! Finally it’s Halloween season again!”
Mista:
“What if everyone can see different colors, and your blue and my blue are different. And what if I have never even seen your blue before and you’ve never seen mine, like how can we prove what colors actually look like when you can’t describe them?” Narancia: “you can describe them you dumbass! Blue is like … the ocean!”
Narancia:
*comes back from a mission covered in ashes* “so I know that my mission wasn’t to destroy the whole building, but uh …”
Fugo:
“On a scale of one to four, one being the worst and four being the best, I’m feeling like a four right now” *gunshot goes off behind him*
Trish:
“So since I’ve been with these losers I’ve learned that if I yell ‘the floor is lava’ really loud, Mista and Narancia will be busy doing that for a couple hours instead of annoying me.”
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obituarybug · 1 month
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mishkinis · 2 years
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purple jojo art. stone ocean in a few more hours.....
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discountskeppy · 3 months
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seeing them pull this gayass group pose for absolutely zero reason made me immediately pause and spend the rest of the night redrawing it. og under da cut
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boomboxboi · 6 months
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How does each GangStar like their potatoes? 🥔
Bruno Bucciarati
Baked potatoes.
Sometimes, he likes the extra toppings.
On some occasions, he does put weird things in his baked potatoes just to see what goes well with them.
He has tried a variety of odd toppings like pumpkin seeds with barbecue, or ranch and swiss cheese.
He is also fond of zipping the potatoes close again, once he fills them.
They are perfect potato pockets, then.
Leone Abbacchio
Raw.
With a little touch of salt.
Who has time to cook a potato?
Not Abbacchio.
Besides, he enjoys the sort of earthy taste with a tang of salt to it.
He doesn’t tell anyone about his preferred potato preference.
But Bruno knows.
And Bruno does not judge.
He loves Bruno for this.
Pannacotta Fugo
Mashed potatoes.
With the skin still inside and a bit lumpy.
The perfect amount of butter is two pads.
Sometimes, he likes gravy on his mashed potatoes.
It’s sort of a texture thing, for him.
But super creamy potatoes?
No thanks.
Narancia Ghirga
Smiley fries.
They’re amazing.
He gives them ketchup hair.
He also likes to stick his tongue through the smiley face and then rip it apart in his mouth.
But Narancia is also not picky with his potatoes, either.
He will eat them any way that is presented to him.
Guido Mista
Tater tots.
The Pistols also love tater tots.
They’re easy to share with the Pistols, as well.
Additionally, he likes the crunch to them and how they break apart in his mouth.
He will also drown them in ketchup, if possible.
Or any topping that seems fitting.
Cheese and bacon bits are also desirable.
Giorno Giovanna
Scalloped potatoes.
Cheesy and creamy.
Yet elegant at the same time.
A bit of chives to top.
Perfection.
He also knows of Abbacchio’s love of raw potatoes with salt.
He witnessed it once late at night.
He does not judge this, as he thinks raw potatoes have some potential.
But he plans to use this as leverage against Abbacchio one day if he ever pushes things too far.
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karies-art · 2 years
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NaraMis at their finest
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rinaspiri · 7 months
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naranchup
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corpsoir · 2 years
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sometimes a family can be a group of traumatized gangsters and that's okay
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