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Hey guys, if you're an active writer, artist, self-shipper, or poster in the JoJo (JJBA) fandom, can you reblog this???

The fandom is getting really slow and I'd love to know who's still around!

[icyghiaccio]

icyghiaccio = “icy ice”

Hello there! I am a fellow fan of jjba! I will be using this account to follow and like other jjba content usually. I will also write some fanfic pieces. As of now, my works should be appropriate for all ages. If I do decide to write more mature content, please be on the lookout for the labels: 18+ and etc. Trigger warnings should also be in place when necessary. 

Current works: 

PICK YOUR PATH - A golden dream is born... [PART 1]

Requests: OPEN*

KEEP IN MIND: My writing style is fairly serious and straightforward. I really enjoy writing fantasy and action. I am a total fluff writer as well. Love romanticizing and exaggerating! So, if you are looking for that, feel free to request! 

*Currently, I write mini fanfic stories (character x reader), character match-ups, and headcanons. When submitting a request, please be reasonable on whether your content is truly appropriate/safe. I will mostly judge on my own and reply if I choose to follow through on the request. Also, try to be as detailed as possible!

Otherwise, have a wonderful day! Stay safe :)

Here is a pic of shiny Ghiaccio:

[icyghiaccio]

PART I: A golden dream is born...[PICK YOUR PATH]

You ran away from home because of your newfound ability. In fact, your whole perspective on life changed, as you knew that your ability would allow you to change the world in whatever way you wished. You wondered if others had the same powers as you, living as they desired and making those around them succumb. You felt invincible at just the thought of accomplishing your dreams—adrenaline rushed to your head, overflowing it with a determined confidence. 

Shortly after moving to Naples, you picked up a part-time job as a server and assistant at a local restaurant called Libeccio. You had decided to lie low in order to plan out your ideas for the future. Dwelling in a cheap compartment near the restaurant, you began to write out the details of your “golden dream” on a large poster paper that stretched across the desk. Frustration began to settle in, stunting your progress and dimming your hopes. You quickly realized that there were too many factors to consider for such a grand scheme. This was a job for a group of individuals. Individuals like you—with powers. Only then could it be attainable. 

Thus, you decided then to search for talented individuals who would be willing to join you in your venture...

                    ~ CHOOSE ONE OPTION TO CONTINUE WITH: ~

 OPTION 1: STAY AT WORK + DEFENSIVE STAND [click link]

OPTION 2: GO TO A NEW RESTAURANT + OFFENSIVE STAND [IN PROGRESS] 

[icyghiaccio]

Team Giustizia [PART I]

This is the path for option 1: STAY AT WORK + DEFENSIVE STAND

TW: Drug overdose/near death experience

One afternoon at Libeccio’s, you overheard bickering at a table of guests. They were regulars who could get loud rather quickly, but were always ignored by the staff members. Even with their rowdy behavior, the staff would always treat them with the utmost respect, providing them with the best service. You knew that it had something to do with their leader’s influence—the leader being Bruno Bucciarati, a highly reliable gangster.  

At the table, the member in green clothing with an unnecessary amount of holes was yelling in the face of a shorter member dressed in purple and orange: “Narancia, NARANCIA! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT 16 * 55 is 28? 28 is SMALLER than 55! IT’S CLEARLY IMPOSSIBLE!”

As you slowly approached to serve a table across from them, your eyes remained glued to their table, bearing witness to an angry green man stabbing the other with a fork. Talk about being discreet, you thought to yourself. You smirked in response, nodding your head with incredulity. They’re absolutely crazy. Such a bizarre bunch.

And yet, you needed crazy. Crazy was the only way you could save your best friend Trish and run away together from her gang leader father, an incredibly dangerous and ambitious man to cross roads with. With your powerful defensive ability, you knew that a competent team with strong offensive powers would pair nicely. You would be unstoppable, mere days away from reaching Trish.

On the night Trish was kidnapped, you had been drugged, leading to an overdose. Near death, you grappled with your mind and body, trying to breathe and survive in the midst of a feverish battle. Out the corner of your eye, the blur of Trish carried by others floated into the distance as she moved farther and farther away from you. Fear tinged with sadness gripped you as you began to thrash about, gaining your new ability. As you cooled down, your vision slowly began to refocus and tinted everything red. Before you, a human-shaped figure knelt, facing opposite to you. In its left hand, a glamorous, golden shield was propped up, maintaining the red shield bubble circling you. Here, you were safe. Here, anyone could be safe. Your new ability was undeniably strong, born out of love and a need to protect.

*Please repost and like if you want more! :)*