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YAOI💯💯💯💯

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Please can you make more diadop?😭😭🙏🙏

Sillies

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diavolo voice. can someone get rid of this baby for me based after this

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@epitapf asked:

[ fear ] + [ hug ] :))

another night, another monster.  through the darkness little was visible, the moon’s subtle illumination not enough to disperse delusions of devils and demons playing; their shifting faces were painted on the walls, ever-changing as they closed in, features beginning to resemble a true devil  —-  the one who haunted him so, his rage eternal, leaving a permanent mark on his development. his talons, sharp as a razor, reached the bottom of the sheets, curling into the soft fabric and tearing it to pieces. a silhouette, indistinct from the darkness surrounding it were it not for its ever-moving state, closing in on him. he could not move. no matter the panic which brewed within, his heart begging to break free from this state of paralysis, giorno could do nothing but gaze at it. garbled words spilled from its mouth, so clear to him despite their unintelligible makeup  —-- you worthless fuckin’ kid. how dare you try and read me. get off the ground, get up. if you can’t eat right, maybe you shouldn’t eat at all. that coffee’s expensive; how dare you spill it. come here, you brat. do that again and i’ll make sure your punishment will leave a permanent mark. an endless cycle of words triggering a childlike fear, tears streaming down giorno’s cheeks as its approach did not cease, its burning hands reaching  —--

and then it was gone. everything seemed   … blurry.  giorno blinked, the tears clouding vision clearing away as they fell onto his cheeks, a light breeze from the slightly-opened window brushing against damp skin. it took him a moment to notice who sat beside him, their touch gentle, the grief on his face betraying the distress he felt mere moments ago. his exhaustion did not permit him to feel it in its entirety, but a hint of shame showed itself through the way he almost attempted to hide behind his sheets. it would be foolish to try and conceal what was so obvious, especially in the face of someone who loved him so. what could he say? did he apologize for waking them, despite the arrival of dawn hours ago? formulating words was a struggle, the echoes of his stepfather’s verbal abuse still reigning his tired mind. no matter how hard he tried  —--  he noticed his tears could no longer be suppressed, flowing freely as the ghost image of his stepfather remained solid on his retina. his hands wiped and wiped and wiped, but they could not keep up. doppio could see here, now, the embarrassment of vulnerability;  the comfort of their touch keeping giorno calm enough that his weeping remained silent. before them, he was bare. the rawness of his emotions was on full display. please, he thought. please don’t look at me.

“ i’m alright.  ” finally, giorno mustered a response to their obvious concern, only to be met by an embrace. it was warm, familial, safe. being held was nigh alien to him, physical affection few and far in between, the people surrounding him often distant. at first, there was shock. did they mean to do that? shouldn’t they  … —- address him differently? ( cold, with contempt. the way he was used to after a bad dream ). then, giorno found himself succumbing to his instincts. hesitant hands wrapped around doppio’s torso, sliding from their sides to their back, fingers curling into the fabric of their shirt. slowly but surely, giorno pulled himself closer and closer, until it felt as if their bodies were inseparable. their heartbeat, their scent, their warmth… it comforted a part of himself he’d long since buried, locked away in his heart. he wanted nothing but to stay here. head tilted as it rested on their shoulder, digging his face into their neck. indifferent pretense melted away, giorno’s body caving to his emotional state as it was wracked by muffled sobs. nobody could see him here. in doppio’s arms, he would always be safe. here, he was home.

meme + accepting.

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Kinda wish we knew more about Giorno after the events of part 5

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GioGio 🐞

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немножка диаджио патамучта я их люблю <3

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Original art by 麦茶

The permission for reprinting this picture has been granted by the original artist. Please don’t reprint this anywhere else and go to the original source to bookmark and rate them 8)

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Chanting... diavolo bottom diavolo bottom diavolo bottooooom...

love ur art btw

Lets just say that night changed his view of Doppio forever. Toppio exists and i live for it

Also tysm for liking it i appreciate it 💚

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Some old sketches of them ❤

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More twunk Doppio and over the heels in love Diavolo

Whoever says to me Doppio isnt supposed to be a cool dork you can keep it to yourself pls i ADORE this lil guy

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my one and only tom yorke :)