#atom-isk

--He seemed very on edge. I really should get go-

--... Mario Kart? 

...

I suppose Doppio will have to wait.--

//Diavolo will join in on the Undercover event!

MAMA MIA MISTA MAKE-A THE PIZZA

Thank you! 💕 Simply put, I’m pretty superstitious. Things in sets of 3’s are lucky to me. The time 3:33 or something coming to 333 is super lucky!!! I’ll give you more detail you’re curious enough to DM me. 😆

[So that my metric readers don’t need to look it up or do math- 24 inches is 61 cm! 💕]

Mista + Electric Fan

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The man is a genius. Or at least he thinks so sometimes. It’s a hot day for the Bucciarati gang. Luckily, Mista purchased an electric fan, in the spring. He kept it hidden in his closet till the temperature spiked.

Now, everywhere he goes in the base, his fan goes with him. Literally, everywhere. If he’s watching a movie, he’s sitting on the floor with it. At the commercial break, he gets up, and carries it to the bathroom with him. “Ya know, it’s hot in there too!” He’d half-assedly explains to any side eye he receives from Narancia. It’s quite a sight to see Mista in just shorts and his hat, lugging around a 24 inch electric fan, as he moves about the house. When he’s back in the living room, he plugs it in, and returns to his spot on the floor in front of it.

Although possessive at times, he’s not normally a greedy man. Being in uncomfortable heat make some… cranky. Unfortunately for Mista, he lives with a man who doesn’t need extreme heat to be cranky. Abbacchio miserably stalks the halls of their base in shorts a tank top and his long locks in a high bun.

“Scoot over, Mista.” Abbacchio says groggily as he stumbles over to the man on the floor. His afternoon nap left him even more miserable than when he first laid down.

“What!? Noway!” Mista shoots back defiantly.

“It’s no use, I tried.” Narancia chimes in from the couch. His eyes are glued to the TV, he doesn't bother looking over. Narancia is more lying than sitting. He’s sunk so far down that his head is barely at the back of the couch.

“Mista, just move over. I’m not going to take it from you.” Abbacchio says, with a shooing motion, starting to get irritated.

“No!” Mista spread his arms, blocking the fan. A red glow shimmers around him as his six small stands appear and argue in his defense.

“But Mista, it wouldn’t hurt to share,” Number 5 suggests with a furrowed brow. This earns him a punch across the face from Number 3. While Mista turns to reprimand his stand, Abbacchio takes hold of his wrist. Mista’s eyes meets Abbacchio’s and they glare at each other. Each bracing to either land a punch or receive one from the other man.

Keys jingle and the front door opens.

“What’s going on here?” Bruno demands as he enters the room with groceries in his arms. Giorno and Fugo trail behind. Abbacchio and Mista start yelling at the same time, first to Bruno, then at each other. Abbacchio pulls a fist back, ready to punch to gunslinger.

“Why haven’t you just turned on the air conditioning?” Giorno points out. “It’s sweltering in here.” He walks over to the thermostat and turns it on.

“When did we get that?” Narancia sits up feeling cool air beginning slowly to circulate the room.

Hiiiiiii darling! :3 oooooooooooh, this is such a good question, A H, I love iittttt *.* and FEEL YA?? Like yeah Doppio/Diavolo has to have a mysterious and inexplicable backstory, but HM?? *big squint* SO! Let’s pour here the various theories I have about this fact 👀 hoping not to blurt just uncoherent babblers!

So, about the “two years of pregnancy”... I know that a lot of people in the fandom theorize that this happened because the baby had “two souls”, so the pregnancy had been longer because of this. I frankly find it fascinating, but dunno. It doesn’t convince me 100%. And so I thought about something more “plausible” (even if plausible things sound even weirder in the jojoverse) and this is my thought about how Doppio’s mom got pregnant and gave birth to her son while she was in jail: I don’t think and it doesn’t seem that Doppio’s mom was in isolation, so she could receive visits. She could have had a boyfriend before being thown in jail and maybe this boyfiend came to see her? And, with the complicity of a guard -a corrupted police member wouldn’t be anything new, all in all-, well... things happened and Doppio was conceived. But how explain the fact that she didn’t know about being pregnant? Searching around, there are various cases of women that, sometimes, didn’t know to be pregnant even just before the delivery. Symptoms usually associated to pregnancy, such as sore back and bones, nausea, headache, general irritability could not manifest and sometimes even period doesn’t “stop” completely. So, she may not have got “typical” pregnancy syptoms and, with the fact that pregnancy belly may not show, she may have gone on her merry way to the delivery without knowing to be pregnant. Of course she couldn’t say “oh y’annow, I had a quickie with my boyfriend while your colleague X watched around”, so she had to lie and apparently reveal a sort of “miraculous” pregnancy? Not that the other guards asked a lot about it, in any case. The baby must be sent away as fast as possible.

So, here we come to the second point: Doppio’s mother under the church floor. So so, I usually hc Doppio as the main personality and, for long time, as the only personality. I think that Diavolo personality developed slowly during Doppio’s childhood. Doppio grew up in a small village where turists didn’t come -it’s common in Sardinia, there are tons of very small villages, my dad’s village is really small too- and, in so small villages, prejudices and, even more, gossips run faster than wind. So I’d not be surprised that, even if the priest tried to keep Doppio’s mother’s identity as a secret, his real identity as son of a prisoner spread like a wild fire in a matter of days. And so, prejudices: no one wanted his son or daughter to play or stay near to the son of an inmate. ‘Cause he could have inherited his mother’s “evilness”, ‘cause he was already marked. And so, always in my opinion, Doppio grew up alone. He only had this “imaginary friend” that called him on the phone, but the priest never worried about it, ‘cause it was a game, ‘cause Doppio was just a child -and even if the priest tried to stay with him as much as possible, nothing could replace other children’s company- and he was alone and wanted to play, so he had invented that phone game and his imaginary friend. Yes, the fact that this friend was, apparently, called “Diavolo” concerned a bit the priest, but not to the point to take him to a therapist. It was an innocent game, all in all. What could go wrong?

And so Diavolo personality grew and grew inside Doppio, slowly occuping more and more space in his mind. It became something fundamental for his sanity, it became his... everything. And both Doppio and his best friend Diavolo always blamed Doppio’s mother for everything bad it had happened to them. Their loneliness, their invisible shame mark, the bullies that made their life impossible... it was all her fault.

And now I personally think that let’s say arount Doppio’s 15-16th birthday, his mother finished her period in prison and got out. The first thing she did was to search for her son, as she knew that he had been sent to Sardinia, her homeland. She found him right in her village of origin; she wanted to apologize, or at least to explain, but her son wasn’t on the same line as her. Here there was the reason why his life had always been so miserable. Here, in front of him, there was the reason of all his sufference. His past always marked him, making him an outsider: it had to be erased. And how to do it? Making her disappear. I think that THIS is the point when Diavolo personality became so powerful, finally overcoming Doppio and taking possession of his body. He made his own mother disappear, hiding her under the floor, but never finding the courage to actually kill her, as there was still something, call it a sparkle of humanity, a sparkle of affection for the woman who gave him life, that always blocked him from killing her. All in all, he was safe: his past was now hidden and no one would have ever seen her again or found about her. But then the priest found out about her, he literally exhumed his protege’s past: this was something neither Doppio or Diavolo could accept. The priest had seen his mother, the living proof of his past: he had to die. And with him everyone who knew that he was the son of a prisoner had to die. If everyone died, he would not have been marked anymore. He would have been free, free from his past, free from prejudices and sufference and loneliness. If no one knew who he was, he could have been who he wanted, with no limits, with no one here to put him down by calling him evil just ‘cause he was the son of his mother. His past was what always prevented him to get a normal life, so it had to disappear, with every single one who knew about it. Now he wasn’t the son of a prisoner, he wasn’t a bullied kid, he wasn’t the lonely child who talked on an imaginary phone: he was the boss of the most powerful criminal organization of all Italy, he reached the highes peaks and he became what he wanted to be, building for himself a new identity, a new life, and nothing, not even his own child, could ruin it.

dfnvjfnb i do!! regularly!! i just don’t feel Brave Enough to like, write for it self-indulgently and put it on here! putting self-shipping art online somehow seems so much less embarrassing than actual writing? dnfjvnfgb i don’t know!!! 

i actually am like, naturally kind of a jealous person (i didnt have a lot of friends growing up so i definitely Over Imprint on people) and it took me a while to get over feeling jealous of other people’s self-ships!!! so i still kind of second-guess myself before i post anything about my husbands dfvfnbjkgnf

i’ve seen negativity directed at self-shippers who do have like, irl significant others, or more than one f/o, and that stresses me out too!! i’m just

simply

Okay I hope this is what you had in mind @atom-isk.

Josuke domestic/fluff/prank war headcannons with s/o.

- Josuke doesn't like doing chores, but is fairly good at doing stuff like the dishes and stuff. He just thinks chores can be so boring sometimes.

- His room is fairly clean, save for being somewhat disorganized, the only real damage being that a few articles of clothing being thrown in places, and an unmade bed. He also tends to procrastinate when doing laundry, he'd be able to load, wash, and dry within a couple hours, but folding the laundry would probably take him 7+ business days.

- He can cook a few thing fairly well, but a few times dinner ended up being burnt and you both decided it'd be better to order out for dinner that night.

- He's a lot better at doing chores if you're there to help him. It doesn't feel as much as a snore for him than when he'd be doing house chores alone. Also if you're good at cooking, Josuke would love to assist you in any way and learn recipes.

- If you're a Stand User, sometimes he'd break a plate just for Crazy Diamond to immediately fix it again to tease you. You'd often do something funny with your Stand to tease him back.

- Anytime you're outside washing the car, or watering the flowers, or anything involving the hose, the two of you would goof around having a hose fight.

- One time you came home to find Josuke had left a loaded water pistol at the front door with a note that said "Loser has to cook/order dinner".

thank you, you sweet bean! i still don’t feel too well today, but such is life.