#luckofthedevil

(FIVE DIOS = R.I.P. Sam)

Jonathan inhaled a sharp breath. One wipe at the corner of his lips had left a tiny smear of blood on the side of his side. The white-collared shirt, that was once neatly worn, now looked like it hadn’t been ironed and pressed as it always was each morning. It could have been worse. A lot worse.

The young Joestar was now trudging down the street. He had to use the last bit of the strength he had left in him to get home before his father sees him in such a mess. While Jonathan attempted his best at masking this by cleaning himself up a bit and preparing for whatever questions were going to be tossed at him, he was always a terrible liar.

As soon as he reached the front of the gate, a loud screech was heard from behind and of course, it grabbed Jonathan’s attention. It took a few minutes to click, but the sight of the limousine was what made him remember that they were expecting someone to arrive today.

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

It’d be kinda arrogant to say no, but I haven’t read much in english, so I can’t say anything about that ^^”As for my home language, yeeess there are so many skilled autors, but it wouldn’t mean anything even if I list them here

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

Ahaha, I already do and there’s literally no material for it =“)ahm it’s bruno/giorno/leone but you can literally throw everyone from Buccelatti’s gang together and I’ll be interested in it cause they go together so well ahh

☺ What’s a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

A mudad! Not that we don’t discuss it all the time but I really want a thread with a fullgrown mudad and gio doing weird-family thingsAside from that hmm, I really really want a bruno, even not to ship with just to play with owo

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn’t?

At some point Giorno had figured out this 13-year-old Dio Brando was the same Dio Brando that had died in Egypt and of whom he had a photograph of, aka his father. He had even managed to trick Dio into standing in the same pose to compare. Once he was sure, he went and did something stupid.

He had decided to try and somehow plant the idea of being a good father into the kid’s head, even if he would forget it 100 years later, so he decided to confess about his childhood. How that turned into one of the most heated arguments he had been into, he wasn’t sure, but just when he felt he was about to smack the kid or turn his suspenders into lizards, he was pulled forward into—

A very intense chu that was more like their faces smashing together. Was it a poorly aimed head bud? Whatever it was, Giorno felt it was a crime to miss the opportunity to say “Ah, I appreciate your affection, Dio, but I’m already taken” in a completely serious tone at that.