#geniushaze

Send me ❤ on anon and I’ll compliment someone at random! ( accepting !! )

morgan / @geniushaze.

my legit sibling, ya’ll. i used to live with this nerdlord.

as much as we bump heads, i’m glad i helped them get into rping here on tumblr. i’m just as bad at communicating with family as i am strangers, so we don’t rp often but watching them grow their muses is interesting and fun.

we talk about fugo and abbacchio from my other blog and their relationship is basically our relationship. i may talk big, but i care a lot about them.

@atoningthysins / @geniushaze

Massimo suddenly can’t breathe. He had been fine less than ten seconds ago, had been content in the spray of the seaside and the rush of the waves against the rocky shores.

He knew that boy.

Everything about the teenager ( gangly, awkward, had grown up and not out ) screamed familiarity to Massimo. It tore at memories buried by apathy, dug them up until the images cleared in Massimo’s mind.

A try-hard boy seven years too young to be sitting in a lecture hall. The opposite of Volpe; sitting back straight and eyes attentive while Massimo slouched and ignored the good-for-nothing professor.

Pannacotta Fugo. He was dangerous, he was poisonous, he worked for Giorno Giovanna.

He had to die.