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Illustration preview from “Drink Up” one of the fics featured in my short story collection Kintsugi
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With that, I'm off to bed. Goodnight y'all.
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Februabba Day 29: Free Day
A new study for the final day! I based their outfits on designs from a JJBA 1920s/jazz au by @/LaLaLettie on Twitter.
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Little Lion Man Part 2: Whumptober Day 29 (JJBA)
The final part of this fic is now here for today’s @whumptober prompt! More Abbacchio and Bucciarati angst ahead.
This one’s too long to post here, so you’ll have to read it through the links, but enjoy the snippet and the art I did for it here. :)
Prompt: “What Doesn’t Kill Me” (defiance, ‘better me than you’)
Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5
Character(s): Bucciarati and Abbacchio
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"You should not have done that, Abbacchio," Bucciarati said firmly. "If the others hadn't showed up when they did…" He trailed off and shook his head, jaw so tight, Abbacchio thought he could hear his bones creaking. "You could have died."
"It was better me than you," Abbacchio told him sincerely.
"No, it wasn't!" Bucciarati snapped, voice rising as anger flared up over his face. "Don't say that!"
"Why not?" Abbacchio sighed tiredly. "It's true."
"No one's life is worth more than another—especially mine," Bucciarati added before looking away, clenching his hands in his lap.
That pissed Abbacchio off more than he thought it would. "Why the hell do you value your life so little?" he demanded. "You're the one who insisted that life was worth living when I was at my lowest, can't you take your own fucking advice once in a while?"
"It's not like that, it's my job to see to the well-being of my team first," Bucciarati gritted out. "My own life doesn't come into the equation."
"That's not how the rest of us see it, don't you get it?" Abbacchio's lungs tightened, the pain flaring up again and he had to stop to take a several shallow breaths to try and calm himself down. "Why the hell are you so bent of self-destruction?"
"I'm not. I told you it wasn't like that."
"Then why the hell are we not allowed to protect you, Bucciarati?"
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