#Brupro

[melerbytes]

Drew this for a friend omgg

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #prosciutto #bruno bucciarati #brupro

[yokiteryokiter]

BruPro exes... and Leone giving them a sideeye

#bruno bucellati #prosciutto #jojo #jjba #fan art #art #fanart #golden wind #bruno bucciarati #brupro

[e40536]

heres my JJBA shipping tier list ok, please only rate 10/10 or ill k*ll myself (jokes)

#jjba #tier list #brupro #naratrish #fugio #shipping

[cordylinerubra]

My old sketches from 2020, when I tried myself in an unusual style for myself, and then the pairing Prosciutto/Bruno came to me, because I love antagonism, they are literally an inversion of each other and look cool in black and white art together)

#traditional art #traditional drawing #fanart #jojo part 5 #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo fanart #scetch #black and white #black pen #prosciutto #risotto nero #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #brupro

[st4rsurfer]

oh HELL no. he’s calling his emo bitches. RUN!!!!

#bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #proscuitto jojo #risotto nero #bruabba #brupro #brusotto #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind #jjba vento auero #jjba

[denguuu]

i will make any excuse to draw prosciutto with his shirt open for the world

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #prosciutto jjba #la squadra #prosciutto jojo #bruno bucciarati #brupro

[milkyway-gaily]

“That day, Risotto Nero saw Prosciutto for the first time.”

Bruno&Prosciutto for insta@/alee.brb ‘s lovely DTIYS 2021!🤐🥓 Drawing these inseparable bad friends was so much fun😳 The original art is super cute! I was attracted by it instantly💖🙏

I actually wanted to make a short comic for these two(mostly Pro uwu) when I get the chance.. so many things, so little time..😳💔

#prosciutto jojo #vento aureo #jjba #golden wind #my art #_alee_dtiys #bruno bucciarati #brupro #la squadra #la squadra di esecuzione #risopro #rispro

[blackmageeljin]

I haven't posted in a long time.

My anxiety and depression have backslid a lot in the last year. My social anxiety and agoraphobia are particularly out of control.

I have fallen out of producing fandom content, frankly because I have been too afraid to. Fandoms have become a lot more charged than they were when I was younger. I keep trying to get into new fandoms that I hope are less problematic only to stumble across the same patterns, up to and including someone being harassed and told to 'kys' repeatedly over fandom drama to the point of ending their own life.

But being isolated is hard. I haven't stopped making content I just... Stopped sharing it. I don't really know what to do, or if any followers I have here are even still active. I got back into JoJo's and expected most of the discourse to be more 'gay vs not gay' type stuff but some parts are... Really, *really* bad. Worse even than KH. And inconsistent! Censoring myself to fit some fear mongering anti's agenda seems like an anathema, so I just haven't posted anything, even the stuff I have I know isn't problematic.

To me the 'right' thing to do would be to post anyway and stand up for a censorship free Internet and community, but I'm afraid that, especially right now, I just don't have the resilience.

I guess I'm asking people more in touch with a 2024 Tumblr what they think. If it's even worth it. What tools there are. I've spent half the day blocking hate in a tag and trying not to panic about it. As an actual abuse survivor, seeing some of these accusations fly over such inane things is just... Disheartening. Especially knowing my abusers will never be prosecuted, but I'm getting accused of those crimes by trying to cope through artistic expression.

Also if there is anyone interested in some of the 'problematic' ships I've tagged, please give me a ring. I might try finishing and posting some stuff after all of it will actually make people happy. But after seeing witch hunt posts calling for people to haze or blacklist certain crators? It's just... Really scary.

But I'm so tired of being alone.

#eljin has an existential crisis #giomis #brugio #brupro #fandom discourse didnt use to be this scary #remember when the standard for being upset at fandom behaviour was literally physically assaulting someone with a bucket at a con? #i miss 2012 #guess i should add diadop and risodop and risopro #because it seems like even just liking squadra can get you antagonized? #back in my day jodio was just normal shit it wasnt controversial at all what happened with that? #i just like a good mudad au... #were mad at brugio but dont talk about gyjo being a bigger gap like i love gyjo dont cancel it but im also confused at the inconsistency? #everyone should go yt seach 'its okay to not like things' #please just... be kind to each other. im begging you. im so tired.

[salartmander]

BruPro wine moms date <3

#bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #prosciutto #prosciutto jojo #vento aureo #golden wind #la squadra #brupro #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba #sketch #artists on tumblr #digital art

[jairotriesart]

MORE RISPRO BRUPRO BRURIS EXES HAHAHAHAHAA THIS IS SO FUNNY

i’m indulging in the world of vento aureo rare pairs and la squadra

also bruno is clearly married to leone

and risotto is taken by formaggio btw. because. why not

#jjba golden wind #jjba part 5 #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 5 #jairosart #my art #bruno bucciarati #jjba vento aureo #proscuitto jojo #risotto nero #rispro #brupro #bruris #mentioned #leone abbacchio #formaggio jjba

[trashbabyart]

for a dtiys on insta (kinda miss doing those idk)

#brupro #bruno x prosciutto #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno jojo #bruno jjba #trashbabyartworks #prosciutto jojo #prosciutto jjba #bruno fanart #bruno bucciarati fanart #prosciutto fanart #jjba fanart #jojo fanart #jjba #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo kimyou na bouken #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba part 5

[brupro]

Fugo Joins the Gang

Word count: 1,521

Summary: set sometime in 1999. Bruno recruits a 14 year old Fugo & Prosciutto is not impressed. CW for light violence -? (There's some grabbing and shoving)

“Prosh? We're back,” Bucciarati called as he unlocked the door to the shared apartment. He didn't always call to his boyfriend when he came home, the two usually went about their independent days alongside each other; but Bucciarati brought company today.

“We?” Prosciutto’s voice came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of his coffee mug clinking against the table. “Who do you have with you?”

Bucciarati hung his coat by the door, then nodded for the boy beside him to do the same. He politely shook his head, and Bucciarati simply led him through the doorway where Prosciutto was now waiting.

The blonde man sitting at the table sat up straight in his seat as they entered. His expression soured slightly — hardly noticeable, unless one was looking — as his eyes raked over the boy's face and frame. He was kind of short, and very scrawny, and blonde. Most importantly, though, the person Bucciarati had brought into their apartment was a child. There were no two ways about it.

The boy didn't introduce himself, so Bucciarati spoke up.

“This is Pannacotta Fugo. He's going to be working with me now, so I... I told him he could stay with us for a bit,” he said plainly, stepping aside so Fugo could step into the kitchen properly.

Fugo stuck out his hand to shake, but the blonde man wasn't even looking at him. He kept his cold eyes on Bucciarati as his face cycled through every flavor of disappointment Fugo had ever seen.

“It really is lovely to meet you,” Prosciutto said, and his tone was a little too sweet for the face he was trying so hard not to make. It was almost patronizing. “Pannacotta? That's a beautiful name. I have to talk to Bucciarati in the other room for a minute, we'll be right back.”

He didn't give Fugo any time to answer before he was dragging Bucciarati away by the elbow. Bucciarati shoved him away after two feet, but still went along. Their heels clicked in time out of the kitchen and faded down the hallway.

Fugo just sighed and sat on the counter. No matter where he was, his appearance always seemed so controversial. Maybe Bucciarati's friend here heard about the court case. Maybe he caught wind of this purple thing Fugo was stuck with now. That same thing manifested in the kitchen with him, like it was trying to keep him company. He didn't send it away.

Prosciutto caught Bruno’s arm again as they turned into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him. Bruno frowned and tried to pull free, but Prosciutto was still holding on tight. He narrowed his eyes at Bruno, glare deadly serious. Bruno quit struggling.

“Are you fucking joking? Bringing him around here like that?” Prosciutto said in a harsh whisper. Bruno’s eyebrows knitted together in a look of confusion, but he didn’t respond immediately. Prosciutto’s face fell for just a second as he realized that maybe Bucciarati didn’t see the issue here. He spoke more softly, but still held the other man in place. “Bru, he’s a kid. He shouldn’t be here.”

Bucciarati swallowed thickly, but he kept that same look of steel. He was used to gangsters getting in his face. This wasn’t that different. He finally managed to pull his arm free with a grunt.

“He’s a college student,” Bucciarati said plainly. “Pre-law. He’s educated, and very articulate, and he—”

“How old is he?”

A pause.

“I said, how old?”

“Fourteen.”

“Bruno...” Prosciutto sighed. Bruno’s expression never changed, never wavered. His blue eyes held that same ice.

Prosciutto hated it.

He hated that Bruno knew just how to get under his skin. He hated that he acted so well as a brick wall. He absolutely hated when Bruno refused to see he was wrong. Another moment of silence passed between them before he grabbed him by the sleeve again. “Send him home, Bru.”

“What home?” Bruno snapped. “He’s living in the streets and starving. Is that the kind of thing you want me to send him ‘home’ to? Am I supposed to just leave him in the same gutter I found him in?” His voice shook, but Prosciutto couldn’t tell if it was anger or he was about to burst into tears.

“You didn’t have to take him in. You aren’t a nun, Bucciarati, it isn’t your job,” he said sternly. “You can’t keep him like he’s some kind of pet—”

“He isn’t a pet.” Bruno scowled. “And this isn’t some sort of charity. Don’t be so ridiculous. He’s smart, he’s well spoken, he’s passed Polpo’s test...”

“He’s a kid.” Prosciutto was very firm in his stance.

“He's staying here, Prosh. I'm not throwing him back out like that. He needs food, he- he needs something. Our couch is a hell of a lot better than some disgusting alleyway.”

“You're trying to keep him safe or something?” Prosciutto scoffed. “How long until that kid has a gun pointed in his face? Or worse? You can't actually think this was ever a good idea.”

“I was his age when I first joined Passione. Younger, even. He isn’t incapable.”

“So shouldn’t you know better than anyone?” He caught Bruno in a harsh stare, and a heavy silence fell over them. It was as if all of the air in the world stopped moving. “Shouldn’t you know how badly this fucks a kid like that up?”

Bruno said nothing. Their blue eyes stayed locked in an icy gaze, like if one of them backed down even a little, the other's look would swallow him whole. He pulled his arm free once again and something in his expression broke. Anger oozed through the cracks in his cool until it had soaked his whole face.

“Get out,” he demanded after a few tense minutes. Prosciutto stayed staring. “Did that sound like a joke? Get the hell out of my apartment before you’re leaving in an ambulance.” He reached around the blonde to open the door for him, and was hastily pushing him through almost immediately. Prosciutto grunted as he was led out.

“Alright, I get it. You don’t have to put your hands on me.”

“Just shut up,” Bruno muttered. “This is fucking ridiculous, I’m not being spoken to like that in my own home.”

Fugo heard the heels clicking back toward him, then past him and he looked up to see the blonde man grabbing his coat. He looked into the kitchen and gave another one of those disgustingly sweet fake smiles. It made Fugo want to turn in on himself until he disappeared. Prosciutto didn't seem to pick up on this, or if he did, he didn't really care.

“Sorry about that. We’ll have to meet some other time.”

“Mmh,” Fugo grunted quietly. Bruno started counting down from five, and Prosciutto was gone. The apartment didn’t feel any lighter.

Bruno sighed as the door finally closed, and leaned against it for a good minute. It was only after he calmed down that he remembered Fugo still all alone in the kitchen.

He came back into the room as Fugo pulled that wretched thing back inside of him. Bruno didn't speak just yet, only came to sit beside Fugo on the counter. He sighed.

A beat passed, and Fugo worked up the nerve to ask, “Did he leave because of me?” Bruno's face softened immediately as he placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.

“No, no he didn't. He left because he's a—”

“I heard you arguing,” Fugo said flatly. “He's angry that you brought me home.”

This made Bruno pause. What Fugo said was right, but it wasn't his fault Prosciutto left. Bruno did kick him out, after all. He bit his lip.

“Well, yes, but he's angry with me, not with you. Prosciutto is very... rigid, though I have no doubts he'll come around to you. As long as he can stay around long enough to know you...” He muttered the last part to himself, mostly. Fugo nodded, swung his feet where he sat. They were quiet for another minute.

“Isn't... well, doesn't he live here too?” Fugo asked. Bruno chuckled, but he didn't sound very amused. He closed his eyes.

“Yeah, he does... I wouldn't worry about him, though. I'm sure he's got more than enough places to spend the night.” Fugo nodded again.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be!” Bruno said quickly. “It isn't your fault. It's his. Or mine. I don't know,” he admitted. “But it's nothing you did, I can promise that. I can tell you're going to be a very important addition to our team. I meant it when I said that.”

Fugo went quiet again, so Bruno slid off the counter to face him. He wasn't really sure what to do now; this meeting was less than ideal, but he still wanted Fugo to feel comfortable, especially after what he'd been through.

“I'll go get the extra blankets,” Bruno said as he turned to leave. “You, uh... you come out of the kitchen when you're ready, alright?” Fugo grunted in response, and Bruno was gone, too.

#brupro #jjba fanfic #jjba #idk what tagging etiquette is for stuff like this #jjba prosciutto #bruno bucciarati

[mrmillipede]

#diadop #brupro #risopro #naramis #bruabba #jjba diavolo #vinegar doppio #bruno bucciarati #proscuitto jojo #risotto nero #leone abbacchio #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #narancia ghirga #guido mista

[bruabbacanon]

bruproabba canon true

#bruabba #brupro #bruproabba #jjba #jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojos bizarre adventure

[plastic-raccoon]

date?

#jjba bruno fanart #jojo fanart #jjba #prosciutto jjba #prosciutto jojo fanart #brupro #bruno x prosciutto #jjba golden wind #vento aureo #prosciutto #prosciutto jojo #he needs a moment #rkgk #myart #doodle #digital art #my artwork #i love drawing pros body so much he's so pretty #a little nervous tho #i wish i had brunos confidence tbh #quasqir art

[fifty-percent-weeb]

A couple of alleyway brupros 💜

#pros is zipper-decapitated but still very alive in the first one #the second one’s from our fan project Doll AU on Twitter (jjbacyberzine) #little mercs bruno and prosciutto stealing away into a back alley for a kiss or a fck who knows #I love them I am crazy for them I want to sink my teeth into them really really hard #I make bruno a little more derange every time I draw him #I know I’m not as active on here anymore but I’m still very into VA and it’s delicious rarepairs #prosciutto #brupro #bruno bucciarati #my art #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #tw: decapitation #just in case?