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hades-in-bloom · 10 months

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Al Dente

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

summary: he might be of Italian descent, but he still can’t nail cooking pasta.

warnings & contents: assumed older Leon, but could be of any period; assumed age gap, but could be none; reader could be of any gender; fluff with attitude and smth that could be considered a prelude with grabbing and kisses; mentions of drinking; no pasta recipes, really, just stupid banter; a little bit of manhandling

a/n: am not Italian, so please let me know if I’ve committed any blasphemy. Also, this is one silly piece of writing because I’m de-stressing and can’t write anything serious, but am also obsessed with Leon tapping into his Italian descent. As always, proceed with caution and at your own risk; minors DNI! Masterlist

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‘Oh, I swear…’ Leon mumbled, taking a look into the deep cylindrical pot that was cooking on the stove; the water boiling merrily. Kennedy sighed; he got distracted for a few minutes while taking a call from D.S.O.—which seemed enough for a batch of pasta to turn into goo.

Again.

Leon huffed out a bad word, lifted the pot from the heat, and dropped it straight into the sink without any attempt to retrieve its doughy contents. The man cracked open another beer bottle and took a sip, visibly consumed with heavy thoughts; the number of beers had perfectly correlated with the number of unsuccessfully cooked batches of pasta. Although Leon has never encouraged food waste, this time the big and scary D.S.O. agent refused to give up, steadily losing his sobriety with each try.

You watched him suffer for quite a while, half through the bottle of wine yourself—because grabbing popcorn would be too obvious and undoubtedly rude, although the show was getting more entertaining by the minute; Leon’s frustration was evident.

‘How’s it going?’ you hummed from behind his back. You did your best to hide your smirk.

Leon groaned. He knew you were having a laugh; who wouldn't in that situation, anyway.

‘I’d rather shoot a horde of zombies,’ Kennedy mumbled. He took another sip of his beer and hummed, assessing the situation. ‘Also, I'm running out of pasta.’

You were convinced he deserved the roast; however, his genuinely concerned facial expression made you chuckle.

‘Should we take a break?’ you tilted your head slightly, watching his reaction.

‘We?’ Leon raised his eyebrow, giving you a side-eye. ‘I am getting tortured. What exactly are you doing?’

You thought about it briefly; took a sip from your wine glass.

‘I guess I should be qualified as moral support?’ you assumed.

Leon scoffed, then couldn’t hold back a chuckle. He turned around, facing you; his eyes trained on your features then.

‘I bet you don’t know how to cook a proper al dente either.’

‘You bet?’ wine was your liquid courage, so you might have been too venturesome at that moment. Neither of you complained, though. The man of the hour was intrigued. ‘What if I were to cook you the nicest al dente pasta you’ve ever eaten, Kennedy?’

Scott snorted in a friendly manner and folded his arms over his chest.

‘Ever eaten is a bold claim, sweetheart,’ he teased, his smile growing wider. ‘My family were immigrants from Italy, you know that, right?’

You shrugged his comment off light-heartedly.

‘If I lose, I lose, right? And you could claim your prize,’ you smirked. Oh, you had no doubts he was interested.

His gaze bore into yours for a second; then his features relaxed, although you still could see his shoulders tense—you let it slip.

‘Alright, go forth and forward,’ he smirked; his stare spoke volumes. ‘I will start thinking of what you owe me in return when you screw it up.’

You quickly cleaned up the kitchen countertop, allowing clean water to boil one more in the cooking pot while you measured two portions of store-bought pasta.

Leon watched your actions over your shoulder before you felt his large palms on your hips.

‘Nicely done,’ he murmured from under your earlobe.

You knew he wouldn't be able to play fair; he wasn't big on losing, whether major or minor—and you cooking pasta al dente better than him, taking into account his heritage, was a below-the-belt insult to him. Thus, he didn't mind deploying desperate measures.

‘That’s cheating, Kennedy,’ you muttered, putting the batch of pasta into the pot.

‘I don't remember me touching you being against whatever rules,’ he hummed, placing his lips on your neck. Your heartbeat fastened. ‘Fairly, I don't remember us discussing any rules.’

‘You’ll regret it when I win,’ you claimed. Leon glanced into your pot once again. ‘A couple of minutes more…’ You hummed.

‘How do you know the perfect timing?’ he moaned into your ear. You smirked.

‘Who knows, maybe it would be awful…’ you teased, and he shook his head.

‘No, it won’t,’ Leon concluded quickly and, by lifting you up, grabbed you onto his shoulder. You squealed, losing the ground from under your feet, and clung onto his t-shirt from the back in an attempt to keep your balance.

‘Oh, you fiend!’ you watched him turn off the stove before dragging you into the bedroom. ‘That was our dinner!’

‘I think you're right—we should take a break; maybe, we could order pizza…’ he hummed. You groaned in response, helplessly hanging from his height, his hand holding you tight right under your asscheeks.

Leon let you slide from his shoulder onto the mattress in the bedroom, hovering over you in the next second. His lips barely touched yours when he smirked and watched you blush then.

‘…after I finish with the appetizer.’

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sirenswrld · 1 month

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RATE THE NEW PHONE THEME! 💋

#⊹ siren calls ! ᮫#did i cook or what #ignore the fact my phone is dying #LOL #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil

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leon-on-the-froggy-chair · 7 months

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i doodled serennedy in crop tops for my mental health

#woah an art post fjdjd #fun fact i did these while waiting on my jank ass microwave to actually cook my food #i gave luis one of those jackets with the tassels bc i got one recently teeheeheehee #luis serra #leon kennedy #leon on the froggy chair art

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ovaryacted · 7 months

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NOW HOLD ON, HOLD ON, HOLD ON, YOURE ONTO SOMETHING WITH BRAT LEON

I know it sounds strange to think of Leon as a brat because he's a grown-ass man and it seems taboo. But when you're a heavy switch who is a brat when they're a sub and who's into femdom and brat taming (aka me) you'd be surprised how common it can be when the brattiness is subtle. But let me walk you through my thought process real quick.

Leon has always been put in the position of being dominant as a means of survival. He had to prove to other people that he can be taken seriously, that he isn't just a pretty face but also has a brain and skills that don't leave him out to be seen as a piece of meat. At least past RE2, he'd have to force himself to be macho especially when he's forced into military service despite being the complete opposite internally.

So, when he's able to have a safe space to explore those things, he'll be more comfortable being submissive. Just turning his brain off and letting someone else be in charge so it isn't him calling the shots for once. The thing is, there will be times when you'd have to fight him to be submissive because he's stubborn and he likes getting on your nerves.

It'll start off with talking back, with the constant sarcastic one-liners he'll say mid-conversation. Other times, he'll interrupt you, or question you more often just to see the way your jaw will tighten and your eye will twitch. He does it on purpose, because he knows what he's signing himself up for in the end. He wants the punishment and wants to see you dom him completely.

"You really want to talk to me like that?", you'd tell him as a warning, and he'd only smirk. "What? I can't talk to you now?", Leon would reply back, voice dripping in sarcasm, and you hate it.

If you command him to do something, he'll either do it slowly or in the way you didn't specify, which I think is the obvious answer.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?", you yanked his head from where he currently sucked at your pussy, seeing the sneaky hand jerking at his throbbing cock. "You didn't, but I wasn't in the mood to listen", Leon didn't stop pumping, hair a mess and eyes completely fucked out as he gave you a grin.

The way that I see it, Leon would have fun being a brat, it's a dynamic I can see being brought out if he doesn't want to be outright submissive. Again, this is all coming from my own perception of him that he's stubborn and doesn't take shit seriously, so it would reflect whenever he's in the mood to do something like this.

#ovaryacted asks #ovaryacted thoughts #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #spreading the brat leon propaganda one message at a time #walk with me #and let me cook #cause now I'm thinking lmaooooo

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fafrogke · 5 months

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Inspired by THISSSS post that made a lot of sense and made my brain shake so hard it melted, i wanted to try to assign my angel's favorites so i put them together!

thinking that Ren could make friends with pokemon... one can just dream.,.. they're a menace

#14 days with you #14dwy ren #14dwy redacted #14dwy oc #me mad bc there was not space for me to write <- my brother in christ you made the space??? half cooked its ok #in all honesty i don't know much about these little guys i just did research bc i was curious and it sounds fun and friendship yyeeyy #hope nobody minds the disproportion of heights or tries to make sense of the weights my mind it's already beating itself with that #WHY ARE THE LITTLE GUYS SO BIG AND HEAVY i mean it makes sense but #i just wanted to draw and my brain got fried thinking about making sense of the compositions with the data i was searching #and i just got tired thinking about 4 and i wanted to do moreee aaughhf #like Vi's pokemon having a theme of elegance and whimsy with strenght or Leon with themes of strenght to protect and keeping #an eye on what they care for and taking pride on it and Moth with their cool bugcore team and Elanor chilling with company #im getting too conscious the rush of finishing this is dissipating just post it just do it you ca #okback to my enclosure 🍖#i waited 2 days bc i got scared hiii goodnighhhtt

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poisonousash · 2 years

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Resident evil characters cooking

Mia

Ethan

Rose

Leon

Chris

Jill

Piers

#mia winters #ethan winters #rosemary winters #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #jill valentine #piers nivans #resident evil 6 #resident evil 8 #resident evil 3 remake #re8 #re6 #re3 remake #cooking fails

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margareit · 8 months

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DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

↳ Favourite Survivors

#dead by daylight edit #dbdedit #dbd #dbd edit #my edits #gamingedit #horroredit #gamingnetwork #dailygaming #horrorofgames #horror games #omg my 5 actual <3's are in a lovely cross shape in the edit #(steve/nancy/leon/renato/thalita)#if anyones curious my p100 are steve and nancy in progress!#steve is 51 and nancy 44 atm <3333 #tho ive paused progress for ages to catch nancy up and level thalita/renato a bit #but kate/yui/jill/ellen were mini mains at some point in time i just dont play em anymore #been playing since legion was released so ive been cooking awhile lmao #(tbf ive never mained ellen but shes literally from my favourite horror film of all time so she belongs here)#ik i literally just posted an edit but ive been sat on this one for two months waiting for the nostromo background to disappear from menus

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cool-cowboy · 5 months

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Summary:

Just a little something where Leon cooks you dinner, and is terrible at it, on top of finding you incredibly distracting. Not really anything special, just a casual night off, conversation and Leon being cute. Enjoy! (Someone please give me some cutesy ideas (Or otherwise) I need some sweetness going on I'm begging)

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Domestic fluff, Established relationship, Older Leon S. Kennedy, Date night, Cooking, Nothing special, Kissing, Flirting

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“Le, I’m home!” He doesn’t respond, but I can hear him, clattering around the kitchen, doing what I don’t know, cleaning maybe, though I did tell him to relax, this being his first day off in weeks, to my annoyance, not that he minds, acts like it’s no big deal, thought I was joking when I said I’d show up to the damn D.S.O. office and tell whatever bozos are running it to give the guy a break. I take my shoes off, tucking them beside his ugly ass sneakers before heading down the hall in search of my lovely husband, who is in fact in the kitchen, stood over a pot, just staring at it, one hand on the back of his hip, the other scratching at the side of his jaw, nervous. He doesn’t notice me come in, so I take my chance, sneaking toward him ready to lay a smack to his perfect ass, but I don’t get more than five feet before he speaks, not looking at me, just grumbling down into his pot.

“Don’t you dare, sweetheart.” I frown, paused with my hand at the ready when he gives me a look over his shoulder, lips pursed and brows raised, my expression sheepish at having been caught, hands clasped behind my back as I wander toward him, curious what’s going on at the stove, considering I haven’t let him cook once in the time we’ve been together, the one time he did it was a complete disaster, who knew plastic shouldn’t go in the oven?

“What’re you doing?” I lay my head on the side of his arm, getting my hands around his waist and peering into the pot, which is full of water, just water, the burner set to medium, he really is helpless. He gives me a look, head turned to look down at me, his expression meant to be flat, but showing a little stress, cute.

“Cooking.” He shrugs, going back to staring at the pot, which is never going to boil, I wonder exactly how long he’s been waiting on it, probably too long.

“You’re cooking?” He hums, frowning when I reach to crank the heat, batting my hands away to do it himself before nudging me back so he can turn around.

“Yeah. Wanted to uh… S’posed to be a surprise… You’re home early.” He seems a little bashful, leaning down to press a quick, affectionate kiss to my forehead then smiling when I pucker up, his lips meeting mine before he takes an overly dramatic look over his shoulder to check on his water, his hands sliding down to my hips when he turns back.

“I uh… Worked through lunch, wanted to come home to my pretty husband…” I give him a smile, and he huffs a laugh, my words earning me another quick kiss, pressed right to the tip of my nose.

“Pretty? You’re the only pretty one here, sweetheart.” I shake my head, looking up at him and trapping him in my arms, feeling so fuzzy, glad to be able to spend some real time together, to be soft in a way neither of us often get.

“You are pretty…” I lay my hands on the sides of his face, my front pressed to his, just looking up at him, admiring, and he really is pretty, his features softened out from how stoic he used to be, his scruff now a little grown out, his eyes just as beautiful as always, though the crows feet are starting to show, all his happiness right there in one spot. “And handsome… And hot, and cool and awesome and- All the other ones.” He smiles, turning his head to the side and bringing a hand up to hold onto the outside of one of mine, his lips pressed to my palm while he looks at me, warm and affectionate, less wound up than usual, relaxed, that is until hissing sounds behind him, the water boiled over from inattention, his casualness flipping into frantic action, his hands moving to slide the pot off the burner, an accusing look cast toward me over his shoulder as he flips the burner off.

“This is your fault. You’re goddamn distracting, you know that?” He gets the other burner going, leaving the other to cool off as he reaches for the pasta, setting it beside the pot as he waits, watching it, apparently afraid it’ll surprise him again.

“Okay, if I’m so distracting I guess I’ll just go-” “Don’t even. Come sit your pretty ass up on the counter and tell me about your day.” I come over, giving up the feigned attitude to come beside him, his hands coming to my hips to spin me around before he lifts me up and onto the counter, placing a sweet kiss to my lips and muttering a “Distract me all you want” before moving to stand back in front of his pot, now boiling, the pasta added only after he turns down the heat to keep from repeating his mishap. “Go on, quit starin’ at me like that and tell me about it, was that one woman acting up today?” I shake my head, smiling, his interest in the office drama unexpected, but entertaining, I suppose.

“She uh… Didn’t come in today. She had a big meeting with the Zarovsky account and they would’ve gone ballistic if it was rescheduled, so I uh- I went in for her and sold the shit out of her pitch, a couple million dollar deal.” He’s smiling, eyes flitting from me to his pot, which he’s now stirring, nonstop, sure nothing sticks to the bottom.

“That’s great, hun. Don’t let them skimp on commission this time, yeah? If they try just tell ‘em your husband’s-” “I am not threatening them, Le.” He frowns, focused on his cooking, not doing much looking at me, his attention shown through his hand on my knee closest to him, drawing soft designs into my skin. “What’re you making, anyways?” He smiles, giving me a look out of the corner of his eye, amused, his finger tracing letters into the skin of my thigh, the quiet action bringing a soft smile to my face, I being the first letter.

“Take a guess.” I scoff, one guess in mind, the correct one, by the way he’s acting, his finger tracing some more while he waits, L O V E traced lightly onto my thigh

“Parmesan?” He nods, seeming pleased with his surprise, my favorite, and his, only the way I make it, he says. He finishes his little message, spelling out Y O U before drawing a little heart, looking at me to see if I got it, seeming pleased when I return the sentiment.

“Yeah. Surprise.” I lean back on my hands, watching him, admiring, loving how he looks in the orangey light coming through the window, the sunset well on its way, all of him so perfect, his black tee maybe a little too tight, but enjoyable for me, his muscles plain for my greedy eyes to see. “You trying to start somethin’ sweetheart?” He’s eyeing me, apparently having noticed my ogling, and is pleased by it, his little smirk in its place, his expression gone mischievous.

“No? Just enjoying my surprise…” He hums, leaving the pasta to slot himself between my legs, hands running up to rest on my hips, his smirk still there, playful.

“Hm? Well how… The hell… Am I supposed to be getting anything done with you sittin’ so pretty?” I shrug, letting my arms rest up over his shoulders, fingers mussing the back of his hair.

“You’re the one who told me to-” “No no no no, I didn’t do anything like that… Goddamn you look good, lucky me, huh?” He kisses me, soft and sweet, humming against my lips, happy. “My pretty girl… You get that time off?” He’s kissing down, going from sweet to passionate, heated, hands gripped to my hips, slow kisses running over my jaw, down the side of my throat.

“You really wanna go to Cancun?” I thought he was joking, he’s not much of a beach guy, or an outdoorsy one, spends too much of his time outside to really enjoy it anymore, prefers lounging, cuddled on the couch and watching some shitty movie.

“Course. Told you I’d take you.” He did, after I showed him a picture I saw and made a joke about how we “Just had to go”, not that I thought he would, or really was all that keen on going.

“Are you even gonna be able to get a week off, Mr. super special agent?” He hums, face tucked into the crook of my neck, just resting there, breathing me in, relishing the comfort, a domesticity he’s never had before this.

“They know not to mess with my vacation.” I’m sure they do, he hasn’t shut up about his last vacation being ruined since it was, though I guess it is fair, considering how rarely he’s given one. “Hey, shit, gotta check it.” He squirms his way out of my hold, taking a step to the side to stir the pasta, taking a scoop and plucking a steaming noodle straight off it and popping it into his mouth, wincing a little as he chews, offering me a tight smile that looks a little more akin to a grimace.

“Done?” He gives me a thumbs-up, looking uncomfortable, probably scalded the shit out of his mouth, but he doesn’t really freak much about pain, guess it’s not a big deal to him, with how often he ends up busted up. He turns off the burner, pushing the pot back instead of straining it, moving to dig around for a pan, letting out a soft groan on his way back up, hand rubbing at the back of his hip as he sets it up, sliding all his items a little closer, his recipe set precariously on the back of the stove.

“So… We should uh… our anniversary’s comin’ up…” I give him a look, not exactly sure what he’s getting at, his expression a little curious, that and something I’m not really sure how to name. “Was thinkin’ we could do a little trip, a weekend kinda thing… You said you were wantin’ to go back to-” “Do you want to? We can stay home, Le, I don’t mind. You’ve been nonstop lately, give yourself a break.” He looks at me, so affectionate I could puke, my care something that used to seriously freak him out, become his favorite thing, my awareness of his needs always somehow shocking to him, even after years.

“It’s our anniversary, sweetheart-” “Yeah, ours. Let’s stay in, spend two days on the couch watching shitty romcoms and getting drunk off our asses.” He smiles, seeming wistful, pleased at the idea of his favorite thing, his measuring pausing for him to come to me, hands on the sides of my face, his look unsure, eyes searching, trying to find out if my offer is something I’d enjoy.

“Are you sure? I’m really fine, sweetheart, no need to worry.” I drag him in by the front of his shirt, pressing a lingering, affectionate kiss to his lips, his forehead pressed to mine when I pull back, soft smiles on both our faces.

“Yes I’m sure, now back to work, I’m starving.” I wave him off, and he scoffs, muttering a small “Evil woman” on his way back over, my displeased look earning me a meant to be innocent smile, pretending he wasn’t just speaking ill words about me. “An evil woman would make you sleep on the couch… No action.” He sighs, coming back before he even gets the chance to start again, apparently feeling a little dramatic, holding pleading hands up between us, putting on quite the act.

“Please! Please don’t make me sleep on the couch… Without any action.” I hum, pretending to decide, drawing it out a little too long, his hands running down the outsides of my arms, one of my hands lifted to his lips. “You know I don’t mean it… I like you evil… God you’re so pretty… So damn perfect baby…” He seems to have completely forgotten about his pleading, trailed off into whatever comes to mind, staring up at me and kissing at the inside of my wrist, my free hand carded through his hair.

“Don’t you think you’re trying a little too hard?” He smiles, laying his cheek on the inside of my hand, not seeming at all bothered to leave his cooking, just staring down at me, tracing little designs into my thigh with his pointer finger.

“ ‘m not trying… Enjoying myself, actually… Love you so damn much, sweetheart.” I drag him in, though he seems reluctant to come, pulls on me instead, slips me off the counter and spins us around, kissing all over, leaving warm all over my face, holding me to him with hands on my ass.

“Le- Le that tickles-” “Love you… Love you… Fuck, need to finish cooking… Distracting me again…” “You’re making me a distraction.”

“... Maybe I am.”

#older leon kennedy #re fluff #established relationship #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy fluff #cooking #kisses #domestic fluff

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astarions-wife · 7 months

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My girlfriend was very much in tears, quietly editing something on their phone. I wait patiently. They’re sitting beside me, giggling. They text me. I receive this:

Someone else, please enjoy this with me. All meme credit goes entirely to @shadowhearts-wife, for making this darling thing.

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gigabyte-flare · 11 months

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I am I writing Leon Kennedy smut while I wait for my flight?

Yes

#if you squint there's a sneek preview of what I'm cooking up #🤭😏#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #puppy!leon kennedy #gigabyte writes

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ambyandony · 21 days

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heres the limbo fusions with the rest of the vento aureo main protags

Limbo + Mista

Mimbo - any pronouns

"Are u lost bbygrl? :)"

(They give a weird stare if asked for a full name. They only use Mimbo, even though it’s a combination of Limbo’s forename and Mista’s surname.)

most stable Limbo fusion merely by virtue of Mista’s simple ability to just not give a fuck.

GET YOUR GUN OUT OF YOUR CLEAVAGE!

bitch gon step on my fuckin toe bitch with them fuckin cowgirl fuckin boots

VITALLY important that you know that despite being easily mistaken as fem on first glance, Mimbo also has the deepest voice of any Limbo fusion for literally no reason other than it’s funny to me. They also have sideburns

Stand: Mighty Wings - Redirects Signals. Still a colony Stand, looks like tiny little pastel fighter jets!

Limbo + Abbacchio

Lio Adkio - they/them

“Don’t say SHIT about my mascara or my eyeliner.”

“In fact, don’t fucking look at me or I’ll have to kill you or myselves.”

stable only because when Limbo started panicking in the mindspace, Abbacchio simply pointed and snapped at her to CALM THE FUCK DOWN. and she did so immediately.

nicer than Abbacchio. not by that much, though… but weirdly apologetic about it.

the eyeliner doesn’t appear to be due to crying, it seems that it just looks like that.

bazongas?

Stand: Keeping The Faith? Never Too Late? Shawty like a melody-

“rewinds” signals to previous states or connections and/or can do a “replay” of those signals’ succeeded actions (i.e. having a phone replay a prior conversation) Unfortunately, it’s pretty useless in combat.

Limbo + Giorno

Glimbo Giovadkins - she(?)/they/them

“Wouldn’t you like to hear one of my 765 fun facts about aerodynamics, animals or Air Bud?”

“I also have a few facts about botany, blood and birds.”

stable, until they’re not. they’re incredibly calm and delightful, but when they think someone’s mad at them they panic and start excessively apologising.

genuinely the softest cutest sweetest lil bitch you’ve ever seen. also traumatised with a guilty conscience and can flip on a dime in a terrifying way.

shortest Limbo fusion for no clear reason? shorter than both Limbo and Giorno.

Squalo’s worst fear.

sounds pretty much how you would expect.

Stand: Crystal Dolphin - can transform signals into life—by taking the signals out of something, typically disabling it, they can create life like Gold Experience can. The more complex the device, the bigger its potential creation.

Limbo + Buccellati

Bimbo Luno Adkellati - they/them

"...I've lost the conversation. I'm gonna go make pizza!"

Megan Thee Stallion?!

has no idea what’s going on for some reason? always looks a little confused and loses track of conversations very quickly.

very good with kids! practically unable to have a coherent conversation with Abbacchio. They don’t seem too distressed, but they just stop making much sense and seem to confuse themselves.

Stand: When Doves Cry? Perhaps Freewill? Uhm… I don’t know? Maybe it can sort of, ‘zip’ signals together, combining two or more functions into one sent signal? Bruno's ability is just so specific... I can't think of many ideas.

Limbo + Fugo

Fimbo (Pannalimbo Adkigo) - they/them

"STOP TALKING ABOUT FREUD BEFORE I KILL YOU WITH MY FUCKING BRACELETS!!!"

( Note: all currently depicted instances of Fimbo seem to be post-PHF, as Fimbo is almost always seen with the mouth scars hidden by the tattoo.)

enemy of the state. punches fascists. lovecore punk goth. in terms of authority figures they only respect Buccellati and Limbo’s dad.

AuDHD trauma poster child. Short fuse but very friendly until something sets them off and they start screaming and or burst into fucking tears.

Self-love in the sense that the fusionmates care about each other deeply and both sides are trying to look out for the other knowing the other won't look out for themself.

Stand: Cabin Fever - Terrifying deathly virus that, rather than being airborne like Purple Haze, is passed though signal transmission. Fimbo doesn’t know if the virus is the same as Purple Haze, a different strain of it, or something entirely different. It spreads most quickly through vocal communication between two people.

Limbo + Narancia

Nimbus Ghirgins - he/they/she

"tummyache... :("

Libby why does my stomach feel like it’s going to fucking collapse in on itself and why are my knuckles torn? aren’t they supposed to bruise when you punch?

bad relationship with food. Hanahaki disease, what are you doing here? (/ij)

sometimes they find Mista sitting around, sit next to him and fall asleep on him immediately

incredibly bad with emotions and doesn’t even get angry they just get overwhelmed instantly at any presence of significant emotion

Stand: Falling in Love/Hard on the Knees - who the fuck let this kid control CO2 emissions?? They can barely control themselves???

#jjba #back on my fusion bullshit #i think they are goiung to take me away soon applejack #vento aureo #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #guido mista #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #team buccellati #leone abbacchio #giorno giovanna #jjba oc #jojo oc #Limbo Adkins #fanstands #amby draws #my art #cw: ed #tw ed implied #see limbos got an ED but all other components are able to handle or 'alleviate' that in a semi-casual way #Mistas carefree attitude comes with a lot less insecurity and mista loves to cook while limbo will eat anything he cooks if shes offered it #in the case of Lio Abbacchio actually has most of the control because limbo is scared of/respects him (for some reason)#but they're mentally unstable and generally concerning for other reasons #namely lacking a will to live #glimbo sort of does a whole steven universe here-comes-a-thought type business to address the problems directly as much as they can #lunos parental instincts override everything else so anytime they dont know what to do theyre like #mm im gonna go cook. and then as a result they end up eating just because That's The Way Things Work #fimbo is (as mentioned) a fusion where the two sides know the other won't care for themself. So both sides are caring for each other instea #also fugo establishes a routine and both of these audhd bitches know if they deviate from the routine they will explode

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