#green baby jojo

[jojomaxine]

// animal death

More Verdena & Pucci

[brightgoat]

[ green child AU .12 ] O-MOON

no phrases needed, only a family

MEANWHILE:

[chloesimaginationthings]

Pucci and his green kids

[filthyguts]

[neon-ufo]

the bean baby of part 6

soon

[goatpaste]

Does the green baby count as a jojo character? If so, could I request my boi?

i love the green baby, he was jus born, poor thang!!

in another life your family could be you, your absent dad, your cool new prison dad, this green baby that's related to you in some fucked up way, and your cool new prison brother :)

[porunareff]

“MASTERLISE” Stone Ocean figures by Bandai Spirits (via Ichiban Kuji) are set to release December 10th, 2022!

[lusticiars]

that miracle child

[highdio]

Bandai Spirits going all out with these promo shots of their ‘Way to Heaven’ MASTERLISE prize figures. In stores starting 12/20.

[flanpucci]

Danae.

[jojomaxine]

Verdena Murder AU: the blow up

TW: Cannibalism, Blood, Murder, betrayal, HEAVY ANGST. My fancharacter delusions again.

Continuation or more-in-depth to the post from the other day...

Verdena is sitting on top of her papa, and she can feel his body growing cold. His blood is expanding all over the floor and staining her uniform's long stockings. She's never liked them. They're uncomfortable on her legs and silently contribute to her constant angry feeling, but the catholic school papa had her study at doesn't allow the type of shoes and clothes she likes to wear. Yet she never, ever voiced a complaint.

Papa is still breathing, though. He is not looking at her, but his hand trembles as it tries to reach hers. She had been silent until now, the strong noise in her own head taking over her senses. When Pucci's fingers grazed the top of her hand, understanding, fatherly-like, her grasp on the knife grew iron-strong again and she snapped the hand away from his touch, teeth bared. Impulsively, Verdena's hand went for his jaw and neck to turn his head. It was easy. Enrico gasped, but did not resist. The knife trembled in Verdena’s grasp as she held it high, ready to end this by cutting his throat.

Something changed in his eyes. The confused didn't leave them, but he accepted his fate. There was no way he could reach her hands again, and so Enrico’s hands closed weakly around the fabric of her skirt.

And Verdena did not understand. Did he not see that she was not Perla? She was here, one movement away from giving the final flow, yet he still tried to comfort her to the end and could not see her by the gross, evil being she was.

The knife dropped. She didn't feel anything, but tears made it to her eyes. She curled on herself and her teeth clenched while the tears fell on her papa’s face. Enrico surely thought she was feeling regret. But even if she knew just how far her papa loved her now, the truth is she was desperate because none of it made the void in her chest any different. The thin thread that kept her mind together was growing out of effective stimulations.

Verdena didn't know why she did it, but when Enrico tried to whisper her name with his horse, fading voice, and she noticed the hand reaching to pat her hair, she saw red. She did not want it. She did not want the smile barely able to hold in place Enrico tried to give her, and so she did something she had been restraining for such a long, long time.

Verdena’s hands stopped his arm, and with all the strength and rage she felt on her being she bit into his arm. Because she only felt the right to do this if it was him.

Pucci immediately tried to retreat out of instinct and pulled on her clothes, but he was closer to death than to life and thus his cry was just as weak as his attempt to free himself. Verdena fed on the pained screams she heard when she kept going and going, until her jaw hurt but the meat she was biting and pulling at ceased to be united to Pucci’s body. Her mouth was full and she tried to chew, but it was not only more than she could, but it didn’t taste like she expected at all.

She was raised well. She learned not to waste food. She learned not to disrespect what they sacrificed, yet she couldn’t swallow no matter how hard she tried, anad ended up vomiting all over Pucci’s shaking body. She cried frustrated and hit the floor. Another failure.

Enrico’s phone rang and Verdena’s body flinched.

Dio’s picture shined on the broken screen close to where they were, and her blood went cold. Right. Her father, Dio. The father that loved Pucci more than she did, more than the pissy and failure of Donatello did. Her father, who had tried to advise her many times because they both shared the same cold, painful rage and dullness, the exact same reason she knew what he could be capable of under the right circumstances.

And Pucci was just the perfect trigger.

She looked one last time at his papa. He was no longer screaming or shaking. His eyes were no longer focused.

She felt something. It was strong. It was a strange, desperate survival instinct. She didn’t know why. You’d think there was no point in living like this, but she felt it and she held tight to it because crazy as it was, it was a feeling.

Verdena cleaned the vomit and blood out of her face with the sleeves of her uniform and with trembling legs and uneven breath she got up. She didn’t look back at Pucci when she ran away, knowing that if she did not, Dio would be the one to end her short life.

Pucci survived by just a miracle. I like to imagine Rykiel was the one who found Pucci bloodied in the house’s floor, and let’s all picture what the poor man’s face must have been like jkdshnre. Just by miracle as well did Verdena make it out before being found out.

Dio didn’t know about Verdena’s previous murders. He had kept the deep secret of killing his father for himself, but he was not like Verdena. He did not murder for sport. But when all pointed out Verdena was the one who did it, and that Pucci hadn’t been the first or the only victim, it wasn’t just the police looking for her. He couldn’t let her be caught before he could finish her himself. He knew the child Pucci loved was rotten to the core since birth, but it was his fault for not noticing just how far and having even felt empathy for the nasty being.

When Pucci woke up he asked absently where she was. Donatello looked at him with a mix of pity and complicity. He was the only one who had the big picture, and he’d been having a hard time avoiding Dio notice it. He did not expect Verdena to try to murder Pucci.

She was the mere being the man seemed to adore more than ANYTHING. He feared what Pucci must be feeling. But more than anything, he was nervous as fuck. They were in deep shit. Pucci was already expected to be interrogated. Nothing could come good out of this for anyone.

[brightgoat]

c-moon’s first day at school

[waom60]

[quintushazard]

Whitesnake and Pucci's dynamic to me is just the entire Spongebob Episode Rock A Bye Bivalve. To me.

[theophagie]

I didn't watch stone ocean's anime when it came out because of the batches release so since jjba has rolled back around in my brain I was like ykw let me see what they did with the scenes between Pucci and Dio my good friend Dio. And now I'm out here losing my mind because girl. Girl. The music. THE CARESS???? Get out of here!!!!!!

And. Rip to the video (tfw tumblr limitations) but god. God. The scene on the bed...... look at diz............

[jjba-smash-or-pass]