Ungalo is devoted to Pucci, and bitter towards humanity.

Rykiel is devoted to Pucci, and hopeful for humanity.

Versus is defiant towards Pucci, and bitter towards humanity.

This leaves room for a fourth son of DIO, one who is defiant towards Pucci, and hopeful for humanity; And while they never interacted, I realize this fits Giorno to a T. In terms of (Joestar) spirit, he opposes the evil of Pucci.

buns of dio🐇

my little pill bugs

They’ve been on my mind latley,,

This took way longer then it should’ve

Projecting my relationship with my four younger siblings onto the Brando brothers + general headcanons

(They’re judging Vanilla Ice and Pucci because the two of them are once again fighting about who’s the most loyal and therefore the favorite of Dio)

• Giorno takes random and mostly useless items and turns them into a small animal that comes to his mind in that moment and gives that as a gift to whoever of his brothers are at home or the closest to him in the mansion. Sometimes, he just makes a gift himself by making any kind of origami. He receives as useless things in return. (They expect each other to throw the items away but they all keep their ‘gifts’ and protect them with their lives)

• Ungalo has a shit ton of Disney trading cards and if he has one card multiple times, he’ll just give the other to one of his brothers. He always counts who he last gave a card to and then gives this card to the next one. For example, he gave Rikiel one last time, so Giorno gets the next one.

• Whenever Donatello prepares food or a smoothie for himself and his brothers decide to join him in the kitchen and ask him for the same thing, he flips them off or curses at them (or both) while preparing some for them too.

• Rikiel loves it when Giorno’s gently combing his fingers through his hair, he’ll fall asleep immediately because of how much it relaxes him.

• Giorno’s always being used as a pillow when his brothers are tired as he’s reading in the living room. He doesn’t know why, but supposes it must be an instinct since he’s the oldest son. Most of the time, Rikiel is the first one to rest his head on Giorno’s shoulder and doze off, followed by Ungalo on his other side and lastly, Donatello either on the floor while resting his back against Giorno’s legs or sprawled atop all of his brothers’ laps. Dio’s used to seeing one couch being occupied by his sons, by now, as opposed to D’Arby or Vanilla Ice.

• Ungalo always eats all the food before any of his brothers can even look at it. He always eats most of it while his brothers only get like one, maybe two plates if they’re lucky. Donatello and Rikiel have been fighting for a rule that Ungalo’s not allowed at the table until the rest of them at least have food on their plates, but to no avail. Giorno began asking D’Arby to separate some for him before he and Dio’s other servants bring everything to the dining room. Ungalo doesn’t even seem to care about Dio’s scolding, bro never stops eating once he likes a dish

• Donatello and Ungalo pick on Rikiel, mostly for being the middle child between them when Giorno’s not around but also because Rikiel never really fights back, unless they’ve really pissed him off.

• Because of Ungalo and Donatello, Dio had to explicitly forbid the four boys the use of their Stands in the mansion, even though it should’ve been common sense.

• Rikiel likes playing with Giorno’s hair and asks him if he can style it for him. In return, Giorno has learned how to retwist Rikiel’s locs and how to braid his hair accordingly.

• They chill in the living room together when they can’t sleep or when they’re generally feeling like staying awake until the early hours of the day. Usually, there’s a movie playing in the background while they’re either talking or just doing their own thing and enjoying each other’s presence.

• Ungalo will always find a random time during the day when he walks up to Giorno’s or Donatello’s rooms (depending on which one is inside or at home at all) and slams the door open, just to stand for a few seconds or to say something completely without context and then leave again without closing the door. Donatello is tired of his bull, while Giorno simply uses Requiem to close the door again without interrupting whatever he’s doing.

• Donatello and Rikiel freak out about spiders and cockroaches, while Ungalo just enjoys their misery and Giorno literally picks those fuckers up with his bare hands. Well, spiders, at least. He hates cockroaches as much as his brothers but doesn’t exactly fear them. They just disgust him.

• When they were younger, one of them got to decide what to eat for breakfast that day. For example, Giorno decided on one day, the next day, it was Donatello’s turn, after that came Rikiel and then Ungalo, and they would repeat that cycle. They still keep this tradition.

• Ungalo and Donatello tease Giorno because of his Princess Peach Lips™

• The younger three take Giorno’s fashion sense as a sort of inspiration and mix their own styles into it, but Donatello and Ungalo won’t ever be caught admitting it.

• There are rare times when Donatello asks Giorno to do his hair for him.

• Ungalo always manages to convince Rikiel and Donatello to spy on Giorno whenever he’s out on a date with Fugo. They’ve gotten caught once. Rikiel swears he can still feel the ants crawling all over him.

• Donatello, Rikiel and Ungalo always fight for the front seat, even though all of them know that Giorno always sits in the front. Not because he’s the oldest, but because he’s just smart enough to take the initiative while the others are fighting. The looks on his brothers’ faces amuse him every time.

• Whenever Giorno’s actually judging something or someone, the others stand behind him and look at what has gotten his negative attention. Usually, they end up judging with him.

• Ungalo loves pestering Dio when his brothers are nowhere to be found. (Dio loves his sons, he really does but sometimes—)

Cuntiest Brando Joestar out here

Jonathan:

Sons of Dio: *sitting in a box in the rain*

Jonathan:

Jonathan: *picks up the box* You four are mine now and we are leaving!

He… has dimples…

everyone: dragona is mista's counterpart

me an intellectual:

Now that Stone Ocean is finally over, I can finally post this!

The gals and some blorbos lol

Unpopular opinion:

Donatello Versace was a wasted opportunity.

what are your top 3 jojo characters with irreconcilable daddy issues?

dio brando

keicho nijimura

any son of dio

Wait THESE are Dio's extra kdis

they ugly af omg

Star Boy - Donatello Versus

something not la squadra related for once. written just for fun in some moments of me being sad and needing a serotonin boost and this guy was on my mind :) sorry for any errors, i’m not from florida nor am i from anywhere warm (scotland’s weather is not the best lmaooo) so please bare with me and thank you for reading :) p.s. i apologise for my writing abilities, they get worse every time 😭

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The first thing Donatello felt was the chill of the summer wind against his sensitive ivory skin, the gentle breeze tickling the fluffy platinum blonde hairs on his slender arms. He wasn’t wearing his usual white hoodie adorned with blue pockets, though the garment wasn’t too far away from him, wrapped around his waist and grazing his slender hips. He didn’t anticipate that he would feel the cold but he thought it best to bring some sort of garment nonetheless. Plus he didn’t want to be sitting on the ground in just his jeans when he inevitably stopped for a break. After all, this walk didn’t have no purpose. The blonde took a few more steps down the pavement before a melody fluttered through the air that seemed to be coming from some beach party in the distance. Donatello could only see the smoke of a log fire (or perhaps a man made barbecue), but he knew the irritating sound waves of the bad pop song were bound to get stuck in his head later. For a brief moment, he contemplated silencing said beach party and the loud bass of the pop (actually, now he thought about it, it sounded more like rap) song by using Underworld to create some disaster. But even he thought this was rather extra to go to such extremes to silence some shitty music. Besides, he could always just put in his— his own thoughts were stopped as he felt around the front and back pockets of his dark wash denim jeans before his hands landed to a bulge in his hoodie pocket. Panic over. His beloved airpods were sleeping peacefully in their case. Not that this treasured possession of his even belonged to him. They belonged to some kid on the bus that had dropped them on accident, and, as the saying goes, finders keepers, right? Donatello hadn’t alerted Rikiel and Unaglo of this fact. Not that Unaglo would care, but Rikiel would probably go into panic mode of some sorts. Ah yeah, that dumb kid from the bus. He remembered him very well; the kid stunk of weed which he was desperately trying to mask with an overpowering dose of Lynx Africa (not very well Donatello might add). He remembered the boy’s attitude had stunk just as much as the stale odour that clung to his body. Donatello couldn’t help but feel that perhaps he deserved to lose his airpods after the way he shoved an old lady down the stairs. Though he didn’t dare utter those words out loud. He didn’t want to get any bad karma. He already had enough shitty luck to last him a lifetime and beyond. He was shocked this little blessing of good luck hadn’t caused a shit ton of bad luck to rain down on him if he was being totally honest. Plus it seemed a waste of his time to overreact on silly little events of the past right now. Though, it was really events of his past that even brought him to the golden sands of the Floridian coast on this summer evening. Ah, cue Donatello doing what he does best: put on music to drown out negativity and the bullying thoughts that came from his brain while taking a stroll away from his brothers who only seemed to aggravate him even more when he was in a bad mindset. In went the ‘stolen’ airpods, left bud in before the right. Alice In Chains started playing immediately as the bud made contact with his ears. Dam That River was the song. He really liked that one. Though he was a big lover of rock music in general. Rock music was quite literally his rock. He found so much comfort in the sounds of loud guitar and heavy bass and gruff vocals. Being alone with his thoughts felt much less intimidating when he had some music to accompany him. And tonight, that was just what the doctor ordered. Nothing made Donatello feel more comforted than the sound of bass guitars and drum solos. It felt like being wrapped in cotton wool and his ears were full of delight. Actually, to say there was nothing he loved more than rock music was untrue.

Donatello Versus loved the stars, he always had done. He didn’t know a single thing about them, sure. Couldn’t even name a constellation. But being acquainted with the night sky and knowing every element of its past was not what he wanted anyway. Donatello simply appreciated those little dots millions of light years away being here for him no matter what. This was the purpose of tonight’s walk. Those negative thoughts were catching up to him, and with his brain so far down the rabbit hole of self deprecation, a night out with the stars was what this blonde haired boy needed to take a breather and escape from the harsh realities of life. His ideal spot for stargazing was the beach. He enjoyed the feeling of the soft sand beneath his dark jeans, feeling like a comforting hug from the earth. The sand would be starting to cool off after the long day of heat from the summer sun and the reflection of the moon against the surface of the tranquil sea as the last of the days waves crashed and faded against the golden grains of sand that surrounded him felt like heaven. Well, that’s what his idea of heaven would be. A plane of existence where only he existed, surrounded by the cosmic beauties in the sky, azure waves lapping against golden sands. Of course it felt other worldly. And being in another world was certainly better than being in his apartment with his two brothers. Though Versus would call it a ‘shit hole’ more than a house. The small apartment was pretty run down, all the furniture coming from those who lived there before. Not that the boys cared that much. They didn’t have the funds to buy new furniture. Plus a few broken springs and lack of seat padding on a sofa never killed anyone. In all honesty, Versus and Unaglo were just happy to even have a sofa. After having experienced the beds of prison, this beaten up piece of furniture that one would normally call trash was like lying on a pile of clouds to them. Though it seemed like Versus was annoyed at everything, he always appreciated little things like this. Though the furniture wasn’t the only thing that drove them crazy from time to time, it was more so their shower. The shower that Donatello Versus hated with a passion. When they had first moved in, it had taken him a while to learn how to use it, until he learned that he had to hold in the on switch for a while to get it going, then wait about the length of a shower to let the water heat up. The boys had learned the trick of putting the shower on 20 minutes before they wanted to wash so the shower was at a bearable temperature to clean themselves. It was no wonder Versus wanted out the house so often. And his time with the stars seemed to take his mind off it all and for even just a few moments, the weight of the world no longer sat heavy on his shoulders.

Versus often felt bad that his relationship with the stars was one sided. These celestial beauties gave him a chance to destress and clear his mind, yet he gave nothing in return. Though, what could he possibly give to the stars? Nothing really came close to the calmness of the night sky, so any offers to it were meaningless. Plus Donatello didn’t have much to give to anyone, let alone the night sky. With a heavy sigh, Donatello finally reached his usual spot on top of the sand dunes. It felt as though he had been walking for quite some time, and so he had. The sun was at the start of the setting period and golden flecks of fading sunlight were beginning to scatter across the sea, and Donatello felt the first wave of happiness today wash over him. Another sigh escaped his pale lips, though this time it was one of content as he sat himself down on the sand. Yep, just the right temperature that he liked, though he expected nothing less at this time in the evening. And so he got comfortable, laying back on the dunes, small blades of stray grass poking his back though it felt more like a itchy woollen blanket against his back. Not comfortable, but also not uncomfortable. With the summer sun fading fast, he got to experience all sorts of pastel colours; yellow to orange, pink to purple, and finally, to the deep blue he had been waiting for. It was around 8:30pm now, and there they were, his friends from hundreds of light years away.

Suddenly the reason for Donatello coming out tonight had slipped his mind. All the negative thoughts around his past that had been getting him down this evening seemed to melt into a little puddle of nothing. For the first time in a while, he felt free of the thoughts that had been keeping him prisoner. And he even felt grateful for his brothers in this moment. Sure they annoyed the hell out of him, but they weren’t that bad. The blonde couldn’t hold back the little smile that came to his face. It was a rare sight to see him smile, but he truly felt happy in this moment. “Thank you…” he whispered to the stars, though this moment of gratitude was also aimed at Rikiel and Unaglo. With his years of bad luck and prison cells, Versus had never really taken the time to think about the good place he was in now. Maybe his ‘shitty life’ wasn’t so shitty after all.

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if you read all this thank you so much and i apologise for my poor skills in writing endings to my writing 😭