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laynore-x · 6 months
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Mother and son bonding time (pre-movie)
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rebouks · 29 days
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Jude: I think I wanna do ballet. [Ivan chuckled, tightening Jude’s laces with a swift yank] Jude: Don’t laugh! Boys can do that too-.. right? Ivan: Y’can do anythin’ y’want, bud. Jude: I wouldn’t have to wear a tutu, would I? Ivan: Not unless y’wanted to. Jude: I don’t think I wanna wear anything frilly-.. none of the men in the video I found were wearing one. Ivan: Been doin’ some research, eh? [Ivan tried to hide it, but he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face completely] Jude: You’re still laughing! Ivan: I ain’t! It’s just-.. you wouldn’t suddenly be interested in ballet ‘cause a certain lil’ lady J is, would ya? Jude: No! Ivan: Right. Jude: Do you think she’d be impressed though? Ivan: What d’you reckon-.. would you be impressed if someone faked an interest in somethin’ you liked? [Jude supposed not, causing him to frown thoughtfully] Jude: Oh-.. maybe not. Ivan: In my experience, folk like it better when you don’t pretend. Jude: I thought that’s what boys are supposed to do? They’re always tryna impress girls in movies n’ stuff, and Gavin’s always telling everyone about the amazing stuff he does or buying mom fancy things that make her squeal. Ivan: I wouldn’t pay much mind t’all that nonsense, bud. Ivan: The best way t’make friends is t’spend time with folk n’ be yourself-.. the odd compliment here n’ there wouldn’t go amiss though, hm? [Ivan chuckled to himself as he guided Jude’s wobbling form toward the roller rink-.. ballet, pfha!]
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figcookie01 · 2 months
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now walk it out walk it outttt
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dororoxpenana · 2 months
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💗Three fell in love with family Madrigal💗
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nothingbizzare · 11 months
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Having this idea that every scar Giorno healed with GE loooks like a flower or leaves and plants !! Everyone of them has a different flower scar based on flower symbolism!
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princelylove · 5 months
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The Father.
Synopsis: A character study on Bruno Bucciarati. 
Warning: pet names used in italian are masculine, general yandere behavior, nsfw implication at the end but no real nsfw, referenced violence
Bruno is not really naturally the fatherly type, but he chooses the responsibility anyway. He hides that he smokes, doesn’t eat until everyone else has, and very rarely slacks off. Although he’s serious about work and his family, he tends to be playful and lighthearted. It’s rare to see Bruno in a bad mood. He’s a family man. Loves the holidays, always hosts. Wants to be called papa or dad- Bruno’s secretly hoping that one day someone will slip and call him ‘Daddy,’ how delusional. He took the responsibility from his own father for his health and safety when he was little and didn’t really blink, but who takes care of Bruno? No one! Because providers don’t need to be babied, obviously, and that’s exactly what he is. The provider. The man of the house. 
His favorite albums from Miles Davis are Agharta and Bitches Brew, which are jazz-fusion, avant-garde jazz, funk rock, and jazz-rock. I tend to think of jazz as slow, easy listening, but it’s wild, it’s experimental, it’s everything Bruno doesn’t allow himself to be in favor of keeping his perfect family fantasy safe and sound.  The Bucciarati household is always loud- whether that be from Narancia and Pannacotta “playing,” in Bruno’s words, or from the little record player that lives in the living room. He offered to buy Pannacotta some vinyl records, but he never took him up on it. It’s a bit of a sore subject. The bookcase has a cardboard box in it filled to the brim with albums from Miles Davis, Sade, Frank Sinatra, Tupac, and his darling’s alleged music taste- he guessed based off of what was in your room. How did he get in your room? Don’t be silly, he never said he was in your room. 
Bruno takes up two personas in order to maintain his fantasies, his passione one and his fatherly one, and flips back and forth depending on what’s going to work best. It’s rare to see Bruno just… being himself. He’s obsessed with how things are supposed to be- he wants what he never had. A big, happy family. 
His passione one is where he gets his sadism out of his system, where he tells himself he’s just doing whatever it takes to keep his family safe and sound and not thoroughly enjoying beating the shit out of whoever Polpo tells him to. He grabs your wrists too tightly when moving you out of his way, gets a little too loud with you, sometimes. He doesn’t hit his darling normally- no, that’s not what a good husband would do- but sometimes you just make comments that burrow themselves under his skin, and he can’t help but react. 
He doesn’t shy away when he does it, either. He always doubles down, giving you that firm tone he gives Narancia when he slacks off on important jobs, or how he would talk to someone while working a typical repo job. It’s like you’re talking to someone else- he doesn’t even bother to fake his normal smile. 
“Watch how you talk to me before you lose the ability to speak at all.”
It’s short and sweet. Nothing more needs to be said. 
He holds his head in his hands, later, thinking about how badly he just set himself back. At least he has the courtesy to open a window to let the smoke pour out. 
He doesn’t like smelling like cigarettes.
He isn’t really meant to be a father. He doesn’t really know how, but he’s trying to. He’s not meant to be a husband, either, with the way he treats his spouse, lately. But he’ll smile, and take that gentle tone, because he must. The world may be cruel, but he must not be. He has to work to not have that type of reaction when you speak to him so harshly. Maybe if he were a better man.
His cheeks hurt from smiling too much. He’s trained himself so that his smile would always reach his eyes- he even trained his relaxed face to be a more palatable version of his actual relaxed face. You won’t open up to him if he scowls at you, or glares at you instead of looks. He wants everyone to think he’s gentle- he wants to be the father that everyone always comes back to visit once they’re all grown up. A better version of his father, who Bruno would argue was perfect, for what he had. 
His darling is meant to be his spouse- his other half. He longs for someone he can shower with pet names, someone who will melt into his hands, someone who appreciates just how much effort he puts into everything. It’s rare that Bruno can fully relax- there’s always something to be done, whether that be at home, or by Polpo’s order. 
But… He doesn’t truly trust his darling. He loves to micromanage, and it makes him anxious to think about you holding something sharp or standing on something unstable. Please just let him reach whatever it is you need for him- his stand can bring things down if it’s also out of his reach. 
Why do you want to drive? He knows how to drive. Why did you bring your wallet? Of course he’s going to pay for you- he asked you out, didn’t he? Oh, let's not cut up your own snack, you could hurt yourself… Bruno is begging to be needed. He finds his identity in being the man of the house- the provider, the father, the husband, but you just aren’t giving it to him, and it's driving him up the wall. 
It’s suffocating. It’s patronizing. You can shave by yourself, you’re not a child. You know how to take something out of the oven- you’re not going to use your bare hand to touch the metal that was just sitting at 177 degrees celsius.
A little note sits on your nightstand. It’s meant to be a bonding exercise, as he leaves a new one every morning, but you don’t speak italian. Bruno’s handwriting is neat and bubbly- why he put so much effort into making it legible but not in a language you understand is beyond you. 
‘Amore mio -
Sono innamorato di te. Non aprire la porta a nessuno.
Avete mangiato qualcosa? 
Tuo marito.’
You’re left to sit and stare at it, if you’d like, or get on with the chores you know you have to do before Bruno gets back.
It’s little moments of peace- of genuine privacy- like these that keep you going. You’ve been getting up earlier for this exact purpose. Bruno would really rather you sleep the entire morning away and wake up to him coming home in the afternoon, arms open and smiling, calling his name, maybe saying something like “Come back to bed, my love.” … but it’s healthier for you to be up during the day, getting some sun from the open windows, and engage your mind with some tasks that aren’t instant-pleasure based.
But sleeping in a little bit isn’t a crime. You’re welcome to sleep until Narancia gets up- he needs you to walk him through the steps of making breakfast, again. Don’t worry. You won’t be touching the stove, or using a knife. Just guide him through it verbally, and comfort him if it fails.
It eats Bruno alive when you don’t immediately greet him at the door.
He sighs a bit at the snack you brought him. The bowl makes a clack sound as you set it down on his desk. You took such care in peeling and slicing some apples for him, he should be grateful. 
“Bello. What’s this for? I’d rather you not use the peeler unsupervised.”
“Wasn’t. Narancia was watching.” 
Bruno bites his lip a bit, but is quick to fix his face. He smiles at you oh-so-lovingly. “I didn’t know he was warming up to you, amore. Did something happen?” His hand reaches for the bowl, his wrist sits on the old wood of his desk, and his fingers tap the brim ever so lightly. He’s debating eating it to ‘please’ you or not, debating if he can hide his distaste for the fruit from his almost-spouse. So close.
“No.” Your answer is simple. It’s behaving without submitting. He wants the full story. Wants to know why his son is hovering over his darling- if this wasn’t done by a peeler, and actually done by the small pocket knife he trusted his son to have around you- 
“Perhaps it’s the exposure to you, then.” He really does it. He pops one of the smaller slices into his mouth, and chews. His shoe makes a distinct tap as he bounces his knee under his desk. As much as he adores you, his fondness for apples is like his fondness for the boss.
You hum at his act of ‘love,’ and wait for him to finish chewing, and actually swallow. When he notices your stare, he opens his mouth to display that he actually did.
“See? There’s no need to fuss, I’m not having issues with eating. I eat very well, actually.”
Of course his mind jumps to you being concerned for him. When you don’t respond, he sighs a little bit, and stands.
“Amore, is there something you want to talk about? I’m open to your worries. That’s what I’m here for.”
The clack of his shoes don’t comfort you. 
His outstretched hand doesn’t ease your worries.
His voice doesn’t soothe you.
“I love you, tesoro mio.” His lips graze your cheek, “I wish you wouldn’t look at me like I’m going to eat you.”
His hand rests on your waist, pulling you in closer.
“Unless you’d like me to.”
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nighhtwing · 7 hours
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THE TITANS in NIGHTWING (2016) #88
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dreamsfulblues · 27 days
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I’m normal about them what do you mean I’m a simp?
I don’t know what you are talking about-
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…okay maybe I like them a little
(It really didn’t help Bruno shares the same voice actor in the Japanese dub (and English too) for Karamatsu. So he had a easy start. Cursed do be these stupidly handsome anime men urgh)
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pendulumstarway · 3 months
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A very disheveled and unamused Jack carrying a damaged Bruno.
I wanted to test out halftones and I really like how it came out! I'll deffo be doing more in the future.
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loki-of-art · 1 month
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Ya’ll ever just get the randomest urge to be a mom to someone? Not just with the eraserhead baby. The baby doll from Toy Story, Goob, the lost boys, Nico, Annabeth Chase, Peeta and Katniss. It doesn’t even have to be a kid. Jack Frost, Bruno Madrigal, Bucky Barnes, Finnick Odair, Natasha Romanoff. I want to take care of them not as a spouse but as a mom.
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leucoratia · 1 year
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Finally did @sboopie 's dtiys <33 Gay people I love you
Closeups under the cut!
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rebouks · 1 month
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Ivan: Nice of you t’show up for once. [Bruno placed his keys upon the counter and ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh. He didn’t want to argue with Ivan again, but the alternative was probably worse] Bruno: Sorry. Ivan: Y’fuck off for thirty-odd hours again n’ all I get is a half-baked apology..? Bruno: I just needed-… Ivan: Fuck y’space! Where’ve y’been?! Bruno: Keep your voice down. Ivan: Or what?! [Bruno blinked at Ivan, gesturing vaguely toward Pixie’s bedroom door with a tilt of his head] Ivan: Like you give a shit. Bruno: That’s not fair. Ivan: Well, I’m startin’ t’think you don’t! Bruno: We’ll talk in the morning. Ivan: That’s a crock o’ shit n’ all… Ivan: It is though, ain’t it?! [Bruno ignored Ivan’s attempts to extend the argument, reaching into his pocket instead] Bruno: You left it in the truck again. [Ivan wordlessly retrieved his phone, staring at Bruno with a mixture of suspicion and bewilderment] Bruno: You coming to bed? Ivan: No… Bruno: [sighs] Alright.
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figcookie01 · 5 months
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drawing from ref cramming for finals
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cartoonemotion · 2 years
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RAISIN THE DEAD WHAT WE DOOO (DO IT ! DO IT !) RAISIN THE DEAD, MAKE DREAMS COME TRUUUE (TRULY ! TRULY !) WAKE UP DEAD MAN WOOORK TO DOOO (DOOO IT DO IT)
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artforinfinity · 5 months
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I did the thing
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I am genuinely shocked that I didn't mess this up I thought it was gonna be a disaster
Reblogs appreciated <3
Close ups + extra stuff under cut
Close ups
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Concept art yaay
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And finally the sheet I used to regulate the saturation of the watercolor because I didn't know how else to do it, I just think it looks kinda neat
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Ok. I hate watercolor. I hate it less now that when I started but uhhh still not a fan. Yes this was a school project, cringe is dead I am a free man.
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komoreibi · 2 years
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first dates with bucciarati, narancia, and fugo (gn!reader)
bruno bucciarati
you expected this but...
bucciarati is a gentleman so ofc he’s gonna bring you on the perfect date
he picks you up at a good time,
opens the car door for you,
and drives you to a fancy high class restaurant in his car.
(btw his car smells so good it smells like new car but also like him and his perfume i bet he uses something expensive idrk perfume)
hes so gentlemanly im in love 
so this restaurant.
there’s a live band playing some background music,
there’s a nice candlelit table for you two to sit at,
the waiters are so professional and attentive,
bucciarati also ordered a super expensive red wine to share between the two of you
the vibe is seriously just lovely.
ALSO HE GIFTS YOU A RED ROSE AAAA
bucciarati is literally just filling all the cliche gentleman things ok
idrk what else to say, it’s just a wonderful date and when you’re not eating, the two of you are chatting and staring into each others eyes without a care in the world
ya know, chin resting on palm kinda shit
you forget you’re at a fancy restaurant because you just keep wanting to get to know more about this guy!
anyways, the restaurant eventually has to close so the two of you drive back
i also hc bucci has a really high tolerance so he can drive fine with this amount of wine
and he walks you back to the front door of your apartment.
but right before he goes, he takes your hand in his, lifting it and placing a little kiss to your knuckle.
“buona notte e sogni d’oro, amore mio.”
good night and sweet dreams, my love
narancia ghirga
narancia almost couldn’t sleep last night while thinking about your date today!
definitely asked the other guys for date advice (not that they’re much more experienced than him)
he shows up to your house (a little late) with a small bouquet of flowers he picked up on the way and a blush on his cheeks.
“i wasn’t sure if you’d like these but i got it anyways! they reminded me of you!”
he’s so sweet ugh
the actual date tho, it’s very narancia!!
he brings you to a local night market and takes you to try out every other piece of food his eyes land on!
“oo, look at that cannoli! lets get some!”
“y/n, look! that ice cream is so tall, should we share one?”
“ahh the pizza smells so good, let’s get a slice!”
narancia also pulls you everywhere by the hand, and he’s got this huge smile on his face so even if you’re getting a little dizzy and lost in the market with how fast he’s going, it’s all worth it because his smile is there to reassure you it’ll be fine!
by the end of the night, your hearts and your tummies are full <3
(as suggested by bucciarati), narancia offers to walk you back home.
the walk home is slow, partly because your tummies are too full, and partly because you just don’t want this night to end.
but eventually, you make it to your front door and he pauses awkwardly, shifting around on his feet.
it’s quite clear he has something on his mind, so you ask him.
“o-oh uh… it’s nothing really…”
but if his constant glancing at your lips on the way back was anything to go by, you knew exactly what he wanted to ask.
so you lean forward and quickly peck his cheek.
the both of you have red cheeks as you quickly enter your house and wave good night.
narancia is standing there stunned!
did you just…?
he can’t help but run down the street shouting in happiness while you watch him from the window with a bashful smile.
minutes later you receive a text saying, “we have to do this again real soon!”
pannacotta fugo
museum date museum date
cmon the man’s an Intellectual ofc he would suggest someplace like a museum!
you two meet at the museum entrance and he is firstly
Stunned
by how wonderful you look today.
he almost forgets to speak
but anyways the date is really calm, you two go on a weekday to avoid the crowd, so you can really take your time looking at the exhibits.
fugo explains some of the things to you, pointing out small details and facts that he researched the night before
(yes he did research for this date)
and everything is going fine until some rowdy group of students his age (clearly escaping their class field trip or something) are causing trouble.
fugo takes it upon himself to ask them to not be a nuisance but they don’t really care (plus he’s wearing his normal clothes rather than his gang attire ya know?)
and unfortunately he explodes and gets into a fight
long story short, he felt horrible for causing a ruckus, almost damaging an exhibit, and worst of all, ruining your first date with him.
so while you’re left speechless and staring, he quickly turns away and walks away, planning to probably never to speak to you again.
but... you walk over and grab his hand.
it’s the first time you’ve held hands today.
fugo flinches and almost pulls away but he’s trying his absolute hardest right now to not do that because...
“why are you still trying to talk to me? after all that you just saw?”
and you reply, “i don’t know how to say it... but i thought that was kind of cool. and i know it’s not as if you’re always like that. i wouldn’t agree to go on a date if i despised that side of you, you know?”
fugo is kinda shocked honestly, he never expected to hear that.
but he squeezes your hands lightly and nods.
“thank you, it means a lot. i promise to bring you on a better date next time! somewhere quieter where we won’t be interrupted.”
who knows where he brings you next? 
maybe a picnic, or maybe a stay at home date?
doesn’t matter all that much, because it definitely lived up to his promise.
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