#proscitaccio

proscitaccio REAL???

ordered the canvas-style illustrations a bit ago they just arrived I'm mmgghhhh.

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.

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.

Bruabbache making food and feeding each other. The dom feeding the sub. Sometimes if one was subby and dom they feed and get fed....

Proscitaccio and the death grip snuggles and massages...

Regotto quietly laying together as long as they can... gentle kisses and squeezes...

Telle and Vanielle getting massages from her despite her being the sub...

and maybe in like. la squadra wins au since she'd take king crimson, it'd be a whole new sound. not just dipendenza- diavolo but like. something totally new because this is a major problem for the boss. on top of it being her not being 100% dependent on her target and knowing the stand, literally all she has to do is take the stand, she doesn't have to use kc. so instead it doesn't remix the theme, it's a sort of passive, finally free with the rest of la squadra's themes mixed and sort of harmonizing in? because she's letting them win. she's keeping the boss from using his ultimate weapon. instead of dependency, it's something like rivoluzione.

@jellyluchi's Foca again?!?!?! four-way polycule again!?!?

Foca and Granita go on a platonic date while the boys are busy. part 1 because i wanna write them in the cafe too that was the ORIGINAL idea but the dresses distracted me

Sometimes… Sometimes she forgets. Sometimes Granita forgets how different her life is to everyone around her. The simple idea of going to stores just to spend on yourself isn’t something she’s ever experienced. Going to a tailor, having your boyfriend (boyfriends, in her case) standing outside the changing room helping you choose dresses.

She never experienced any of it. And really… She’s not really experiencing it now. But Focaccia is with her. And she’s pretty close. Focaccia wanted to go out. It’s a spur-of-the-moment “date” since Ghiaccio and Prosciutto are on a job together.

They’re in a high end dress shop. Prosciutto left them his card. “Just keep receipts”, he’d said.

Focaccia has a lot of nice, fancy clothes. She and Prosciutto go out and do this all the time. Granita doesn’t… Not for lack of Prosciutto wanting to. She just doesn’t feel comfortable…

Maybe it’s easier with it being a woman. Women rarely bid on her after all. She ignores the thought. Focaccia is looking through some of the dresses. Looking at different shades on Granita.

Focaccia’s mumbling to herself. A few of the employees stare at them. Judging them? It feels like it. One leans in to whisper to a coworker.

The other woman is suddenly pushing Granita to the changing room. She comes in with her, Granita never wears dresses like this after all.

It’s short. Granita’s fingers tense at the sight of it. Focaccia assures her. Their boys- and her- would never let anyone touch her wearing this. The left side of the dress is lifted, pinned into the built-in corset. Showing off more of her leg. It’s a soft textured, dark blue fabric. Off the shoulders, with a sort of… Granita doesn’t know what that’s called. She doesn’t know much about fashion at all…

Focaccia just wants Granita to feel as beautiful as she is. She makes sure to take pictures to send Prosciutto and Ghiaccio.

They buy a few dresses. Granita doesn’t look at how much it cost. They end up in a cafe for lunch. … It’s actually nice. It’s nice.

“... Grazie,” Granita’s voice is quiet. She’s staring down at the coffee in her hands. Prosciutto has always been a man that appreciates the finer things in life. Raised with the expectation that he spend on his girl and show her off. Like a trophy. And Granita has never felt comfortable with parts of it. Skirts, dresses… They offered too easy access. She’s still healing.

Focaccia’s hand appears on Granita’s left. Her finger traces over Symbiotic. Granita’s wearing both rings of her stand, one on the left and the other on the right. Focaccia has always had a comforting smile. They’re talking. They’re laughing.