#epitaffia

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

anya tends to skip out on makeup when she can, as she finds the task of applying it to be tiring. when she does put on makeup, she tends to wear a light concealer, mascara, and a natural-colored lip gloss. without her makeup, a light dusting of freckles can be found on her cheeks.

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon

anya doesn't tend to wear jewelry often — she likely has a few pieces here and there from past gifts or passed down in the family. she got her ears pierced when she was younger, but she hasn't worn earrings in long enough that they've closed off.

were she given a choice of jewelry types, she would most likely prefer bracelets or a necklace! she'd enjoy retro and handmade stuff the most, with simple and floral designs being more towards her preference.

hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

turtleneck sweaters are her mainstay, and she enjoys long-sleeved clothes and outfits that otherwise cover up her body. anya's fashion in general tends to be pretty casual, often worn-out. most of her clothing, with a few rare exceptions, are from thrift stores or are similarly secondhand.

her sense of fashion is generally quirky and feminine. she likes bell bottom pants and socks with sandals. color-wise, she tends to enjoy wearing a lot of blue and natural tones like brown, beige, and green.

Not-as-spicy sinday asks

I love these. Because on the outside; Jotaro seems like such a vanilla man. But in reality...

but something made him stop his journey back home.  a sense of dread, an unfamiliar presence.  a slight turn of the head revealed what he suspected  :  someone else was here.  and a dreadfully young individual it was.  gaze wavers, momentarily distracted by the sudden arrival of a car (a stranger’s; not relevant to anything … so he hoped), before finding its way back to @epitaffia.  

shit, so this is the boss' other half... wait, that term doesn't sound quite right. actually, mista doesn't know the correct way to regard the phrasing, but he knows for certain that this is the person that he shot in rome. at the time, it felt like a move to protect his team, his friends (many of which had perished at that time, too) ... but now, he's not so sure of what to make of that move.

"uh, hey." do they remember what he did? were they even aware, after what had happened to bruno's body? mista hesitates, visibly awkward in his mannerisms regarding the pink-haired stranger, former underboss of passione. "how's it— how's it going? you feeling okay, after... everything?"

ㅤ ㅤ Some habits were so hard to break. After fifteen long, tedious years of being invisible to the rest of the world, Reimi had become accustomed to the role of a passive observer of life around her. No one would notice a pink-haired girl staring at them from across the street, making some mundane comments to the guard dog right next to her, his torn throat dripping blood onto the ground. There was no reason to think things would be any different here, even so many miles away from small, familiar Morioh. A metropolis like Naples should be home to more Stand users, statistically speaking — and even if her ghostly nature somehow put her on a collision course with them, the first thought was always, always to assume that no one could see or hear her at all. Being called out that way, even though the young male hadn't exactly used a hostile or accusatory tone, colored her cheeks with a rosy hue that matched her delicate dress. ❝ Oh, I'm sorry— I didn't mean to be rude. ❞ Perhaps her attitude of merely staring at him without saying a single word had been perceived as judgmental, the last thing that would ever be part of her psyche. On the contrary, the deepest desire of that kind heart was to open the doors of others' to let her in.