#profoca

— 03/11

-> close up under the cut!!

Steady. Hold. Any motion in the perfectly juxtaposed position could the whole thing into a disarray. "A little to the left." Prosciutto moved as commanded but his chest hit her shoulder and it put the cellphone into a precarious imbalance. Silently, Focaccia did her best to recover the pose, her sticking out as she focused on the screen. "Are you sure this will work?" Her husband's voice was exasperated and she began to understand just how much he put up for her sake. Having to bend over to reach her heigh really wasn't helping the case. He wasn't about to deny her on her birthday "Yes, we had it let's try again," she said shifting towards him to get him in the shot. "There we go."

feat @jellyluchi's Focaccia :3c

Put Prosciutto in a situation!! The situation doesn't make sense with established lore but shhh. Situation-ize that man.

Profoca + Proscitaccio. Like I said, don't think about the lore too hard.

This is it. This is how Prosciutto dies. This is how he dies.

It’s a hot Neapolitan summer day. Ghiaccio is off on a job, or they’d be once again pestering him about White Album. Most of the team is in lighter clothes. Prosciutto included- his jacket discarded to the other chair. He’s on the roof of the hideout. Most of the team is up there too.

He’s used to Focaccia wearing sheer clothes and light colors.

Not Granita.

He’s used to Focaccia’s confidence, that gorgeous woman so comfortable in her body and so ready and willing to show it off.

Not Granita.

Granita’s wearing one of Focaccia’s outfits. The cropped, sort of sheer fabric over her stomach. The pink covering her chest. God. And then Focaccia. Something similar, her larger breasts pushed up and revealed so much. Sheer over her stomach, too. A slightly darker shade of pink. He didn’t realize she owned two of those tops. Or maybe she took Granita out to buy her one. It fit her smaller bust perfectly after all.

Melone is not helping, sending videos in the team’s chat. Prosciutto looks just to get his eyes off them.

The camera’s pointed at Risotto. As he speaks, he snaps it quickly over to Granita and Focaccia- zooming directly in on the sheer fabric over their stomachs. Then back over to Prosciutto.

“Damn look at this man, ladi- Here’s the ladies for Prosciutto- look at him, redder than Granita's hair. He's head over heels for both of them. RIP, Prosciutto, death by horny.”

He heard Granita laugh. It must have been the video. He can’t hear what they’re talking about. But god. God, this is how he dies. The two women he loves more than anything, both wearing such revealing clothes. God. He's going to die.

Ghiaccio sends a message to the chat.

“Did I just see Granita in organza”

Granita sends a picture. Prosciutto can see Focaccia take it for her. Oh god. He’s going to die. He knows the picture is technically for Ghiaccio. But she sent it in the group. They get along so well. It's a dream come true.

Our little eternity ⌛ I have loved you since before the beginning of time And I shall love you long after it has passed After our bodies have turned to dust and mended together in the sands of the beaches In the corners of cobblestones in the wet earth of the meadows As steadfast and constant as the best of a heart. May our love shine the brightest in the night sky where our souls may meet once more as dust born from the same star

⎯⎯⎯⎯ ✦ ʚ♡ɞ ✦ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Who are you thinking about? ^O^

Feb 17 2026 SF

Some recent eats ^O^🍞🥓

Happy Anniversary dearly beloved! it's that time of the year where I ramble about my feelings and pour sentimentality out of myself like a leaking faucet so I will be putting that under the tag I want to be vulnerable so please don't be judgmental.

I can't think of a title orz

It rained a few days ago. There's some muddy spots on the ground still, and now there's little paw tracks from all the dragons playing in it. Grateful Dead is huffing through his nose, holding Babyface down as he tries to lick her clean. She's trying to bite his foreleg to escape. He doesn't even react.

Mirror is lounging in the sunlight- Metallica are crawling all over him to find comfy spots to enjoy the sun too. Beach Boy is napping- curled around Pesci like a scarf as usual. He's waiting for Babyface to be freed so they can play again.

Mud splashes White Album. She hisses angrily- despite that it's one of the Symbiotic twins to splash her. It's the one with white on her paws. She chirps once, starting to climb White Album despite her muddy body.

Fire Woman skids into the other drake's sight. Chasing the other twin. The one with white on her head. The twins chirp to each other. The one Fire Woman chases runs to start climbing on Grateful Dead. He hisses and nips at her, trying to grab her tail.

Babyface manages to get free. She trills happily as she does, immediately sprinting over to the mud puddle next to her master and jumping, splashing his pants as she rolls around.

Grateful Dead roars angrily at her. Then snaps his jaws at Symbiotic again. He manages to catch her tail, yanking her over off his shoulder. She trills in playful protest. He pins her down to preen himself.

The eye on his forehead glares at the other Symbiotic. White Album chitters her annoyance as the tiny dragon crawls into her fur. Fire Woman approaches slowly, chirping at Grateful Dead.

His hisses once. His tail slaps the ground. He lifts his paw to let Symbiotic free- only after giving her a rough lick to groom the mud off her.

The masters are watching. Ghiaccio huffs a bit as Fire Woman starts chasing Symbiotic again- this time both of them all but tackling and knocking White Album over. She snaps at both of them.