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Pol is here to adopt all the Mafia orphans

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    “ HAH? OH, YOU MEAN JOSUKE. ‘Course I have. He’s a good kid. Good thing he’s not like his father — I like Monsieur Joestar, but I think the world can only handle one of him. ”

    “ His Stand, though ... I’d really like to see it in action. I wonder how its speed would match up to Chariot ... ? ”

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    “ HEY, WHO’S THAT FOR? ”

    He peers over Kakyoin’s shoulder, leaning in the other’s space just enough to imply he’s doing it on purpose.

    “ That doesn’t look like a gift you’d give your mom. Maybe it’s ... for somebody special? ” An insouciant grin spreads across his face.

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I  WILL  NOT  BOW , UNDERSTAND?  I  WILL  NOT  EVER  LOSE . written by roxy. personal blogs do not reblog.

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fukenzena‌:

Polnareff’s  explanation  seems  more  as  a  claim  of  defense,  rhetorical  in  purpose,  and  deemed  not  the  curled  eyebrow  ‘  okay…  ’  Yukako  was  seconds  from  voicing.  She  instead  looks  toward  the  television  screen,  muted,  and  she  decides  to  just  turn  it  off  with  the  press  of  a  button  on  the  TV  remote.

“  Polnareff…  ”  She  trailed  off  in  the  pronounciation  of  his  name,  visage  curious,  “  who  is  Sherry?  Is  she  a  Stand  user?  ”

    HE STRAIGHTENS HIS POSTURE, considering that if he acts more alert, he’ll start to feel that way. Jean-Pierre rubs the sleep out of his eyes, but Yukako’s query makes him pause, expression visibly darkening.

    He lowers his hand. It shouldn’t matter, but it does. Perhaps his exhaustion has rubbed his emotions raw, brought to the surface more feelings than there would be if he’d been rested.

    Jean-Pierre smiles, but he thinks there must be bitterness in the look. “ She wasn’t, as far as I know. Sherry is my ... my sister. ”

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    “ YOU’RE LIMPING. You haven’t been straining your injuries, have you? ” Sternness and concern mingle in his countenance, brow creasing as he gives Narancia a once - over. 

    “ Shouldn’t be running around in the state you’re in. ”

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Silver Chariot all done, I like how the texture turned out :D

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prompt. / @fukenzena.

    “ YUKAKO! HI, HELLO, it’s Polnareff. Look, I’ll get right to it. I haven’t seen you around lately, and I know for a fact not a lot of other people have either. I don’t know if anything’s ... wrong, or if you’re just busy lately, but, ah ... call me back if you see this, alright? It’d be good to hear your voice again, make sure you —  haven’t died, haha. It’s best not to be a stranger, in times like these. Alright? Adieu, ma belle. ”

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Send 📞 for a message my muse left on your muse’s answering machine.

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fukenzena‌:

“  Sherry?  ”  Yukako  repeats  the  name  with  an  authentic  tone  of  unfamiliarity,  violet  gaze  taking  in  Polnareff’s  drowsy  form  with  heavy  curious  undertones.  Upper  body  bent  forward  and  palms  holding  up  the  stature  by  pressing  against  the  arm  of  the  couch  he  so  comfortably  lounged  on,  Yukako  blinks  feverishly.  The  thought  of  Polnareff  just  talking  in  his  sleep  arose,  and  was  quickly  dismissed  in  favor  of  stating  her  identity.  Voice  friendly  and  neverminding  the  second  half  of  Polnareff’s  sentence,  she  reminds,  “  It’s  me,  Yukako.  ”

    AWARENESS COMES BACK TO HIM like a slap to the face — Jean-Pierre’s eyes widen in realization of his mistake. “ Oh, fuck — Yukako, I’m sorry. I ... ”

    He falters. Wow, that’s embarrassing. They don’t look a damn alike, apart from the hair — the set of Yukako’s brow is harder, Sherry smiled more, not to mention the difference in ethnicity.

    “ I’m half - asleep right now, sorry. ” He grins sheepishly. “ I, uh, said the wrong thing. Hey, what time is it? ”

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prompt. / @duplikiss​.

    Lingerie, to Jean-Pierre, is a bit like gift wrap — concealing what’s underneath makes opening it even more fun. He’s particularly preferential to the kind of lingerie made of lace and hardly anything else ; the better to get the imagination going. Has definitely bought lingerie as a gift for various lovers.

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bladememes‌:

Send me  🔥 + a word and I will write a NSFW headcanon for my muse.

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    HE’S TIRED, a lack of sleep last night coming back to bite him. Jean-Pierre feels as though he’s observing the world through a television screen, something that doesn’t feel fully real.

    It’s why his thoughts are meandering today, and why out of the corner of his eye a mane of long dark hair reminds him distinctly of somebody else. 

    A yawn. “ Sherry, did we miss the address? ”

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Saturn devouring his son 

Inspired from Umbralpilot’s fic “Another Man’s Son" 

I can’t stop thinking about that scene in the gallery (”: I LOVED the mood and just ASDFGH; gave me chills ! https://archiveofourown.org/works/299548 

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dhaampiir‌:

@chevaleresq | continued from x

She wasn’t sure if her gesture would be taken well or not, but she knew it was one that had to be acted out. So, when she settled back down, her hands still holding onto Jean-Pierre’s. His smile was mirrored with one of her own, a soft, shaky laugh leaving her.

“Yeah–.. Well, maybe I could.” She murmured, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear. “I’d like things like that with you, rather than anyone else..”

Genevieve’s gaze settled on their hands, as she gently toyed with his fingers. If he decided to deny her that, she wouldn’t really be angry. She couldn’t blame him, if he did. Still, she hoped that perhaps he would indulge her in just one more kiss.

    THEIR FINGERS ENTWINE, his thumb brushing gently over the top of her hand. The other hand lifts and alights on the space between her shoulder and her neck, gentle enough to let her move away from it, should she wish.

    “ Really? ” Jean-Pierre chuckles. “ I’m that special? ”

    His hand drifts up to caress the edge of her jaw, but he doesn’t lean in just yet. His eyes flick up to meet hers.

    “ May I? ”

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another thing that’s fucked up is how usually j.p.’s actually pretty smart and level-headed about how he conducts himself in a fight, as seen with ebony devil and anubis, but with the hanged man he jumps right in and acts impulsively and brushes off any attempts to help him because HE has to be the one to do it and it DOESN’T CONCERN ANY OF YOU, FUCK OFF

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fucked up how j.p. blames himself for sherry’s death and agonizes over what he could’ve done to prevent it, leading him to go on a journey to seek out her murderer and avenge her death as a sort of penance for being unable to protect her when she needed it the most

fucked up how there was really nothing he could’ve done, how she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and the fact that she was j. geil’s target was out of convenience and him just being a piece of shit.