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no-context-old-web · 2 months
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First Yaoi Post but not the last.
Tag urself I'm glompers XD!!
source: https://web.archive.org/web/20090728042739/http://geocities.com/kawaiichichiri/
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bakemeats · 2 years
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0 days since our last nonsense
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serachuu · 1 year
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surprise hug
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mrhotdog95 · 2 years
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going back to my fugonara roots
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heres some really old art
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scrimblo males
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nothingbizzare · 2 years
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If ever I would draw an JoJo Lego ninjago au
Why in my brain like literaly Giorno is Loyd but in the story Lego ninjago .Like about stuff with fate .2)blonds with green eyes .3)evil father etc etc .Mostly being the guiding light in their team !!LIKE HOLD ON
And here me out letting my Fugio brain here
Like harumi being Fugo but if he was betraying them at the end dhhdhdjhdjfjfj
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umihoshi · 8 months
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anyone know how active the one piece rp community is on tumblr? 🤔
thinking of maybe making a Sanji askblog with drawings and stuff...
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pannyacottafugo · 2 years
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vamp!giorno refuses to take fugo’s blood because fugo has low iron and also passes out at the idea of having blood taken but fugo insists anyway because he wants to help giorno and thinks it’ll be cute etc etc and giornos like No i care about your health and safety im going to use mista instead
so fugo feels left out but knows he can’t help . and then like every time he accidentally cuts himself like he’s cutting vegetables and cuts his finger he runs to giorno and is like “omg giogio for you (◕‿◕✿)” and giorno is damn i really Don’t Need to but he does it anyway cause he thinks it’s cute and fugo is convinced he’s helping but really giorno is just licking blood off his finger
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fannacottapugo · 2 years
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It is 2012 of course so I doodled Fugo as a cringe ass sparkledog from deviantart
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werewolf-apologist · 2 years
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this isn’t going to make sense but i’m fugo. i’m not josuke and i’m not narancia and i’m not trish. i’m fugo and im a coward and i’m standing on the dock shaking and crying but i still won’t swim to the boat
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sovereignjojoz · 1 year
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Bucci gang + embarrassing nicknames (milestone special!)
Warnings: bizarre activities, one mildly suggestive pun in Abbacchio’s, cringe names, google translate.
Pairings: Bruno x reader, Abbacchio x reader, Mista x reader, Fugo x reader, Bonus giorno x reader, Bonus Narancia x reader.
Summary: some embarrassing nicknames.
Notes-sup. It’s been a while. Narancia’s is the best imo. Happy holidays just in case I take too long with my next post!
Bruno Bucciarati
“Brubooboo!” You called out, peaking your head into the meeting room next door.
Bruno turned to look at you, evidently embarrassed at the use of your unique nickname, a faint pink hue present on his sun-kissed cheeks.
You shook your head amused at his reaction, he seemed to hate the nickname yet he never expressed his displeasure; ever the gentleman sitting there bearing the brunt of your teasing.
“Amore mio,” he smiled, regaining his composure.
You leant forward, resting your elbows on his desk whilst putting your face on the psalm of your hands. “Sup baby?” You asked, the corners of your lips turning upward.
He hummed in response, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What brings you here cara?”
You walked around the desk so you stood beside him, “I was in the area,” you explained, “I thought you’d be done and we could walk home together but clearly my brubear seems stressed.”
You pinched his cheeks, gently pecking each side.
He scoffed, exhaling, “renounce those awful nicknames.”
You pulled his head back so it was facing upwards to look you, “that would mean we’d have to break up.” You teasingly frowned.
“pensi di essere così divertente (you think you’re so funny)?” He muttered, letting out a sigh.
“I’d like to believe so.” You told him “but more importantly do you want me to bring you some dinner, it seems like you’ll be a while, I can just-”
He silenced your rambling by lifting your, interlacing your fingers with his before standing to his full height.
“It’s alright, I’m done for now at least. Torniamo a casa. (Let’s head home).” He stood up, pulling you to the exit by your hand.
You squeezed his hand, drawing closer to him.
“Shall I take out your braids and massage your head when we get home?” You mused, massaging his knuckle with your thumb.
“Sounds perfect.”
Leone Abbacchio
“Bababacchio” you sang imitating the tune of ba ba black sheep as you burst into his bedroom.
Abbacchio closed his eyes, exhaling frustratedly. Recently you’d found calling him the most ridiculously horrific names hilarious and had taken it upon yourself to purposefully make the next one worst than the last.
“What [name].” He asked monotoned, already unimpressed with you although you hadn’t even said anything.
“Chill Habba bubba,” you raised your hands up in mock surrender, “I’m only here to sleep,” you told him crawling onto the bed beside him, “preferably next to you.”
He stood up, bunching his long silver hair up so he could tie it into a ponytail for bed, a hair tie in his mouth as he falsely contemplated what you were saying.
“If you stop with those disgusting pet names fine but say one more and i'm kicking you out.” He warned, as his nimble fingers pulled his hair through the band.
You winked at him, “Fine with me toots.” You told him spreading out on his bed, patting the empty space beside you; inviting him to lay there.
He clicked his tongue at your remark but decided not to act irrationally, using the small bit of patience he had to give you a chance.
You hummed, shifting to move more towards Abbacchio’s side of the bed as he got undressed for bed.
Abbacchio’s chiselled physique just so happened to enter your view frame, a physique which you just so happened to be rather fond of.
You could hardly be blamed for propping your face in the psalm of your hands so you could further enunciate your voice.
“Dangggg! Leone! More like le-own-me!” You teased suggestively raising your eyebrows.
In all your time knowing Leone, you’d never seen his features contort into disgust quicker, you honestly felt rather hurt, that pun had at least been painfully amusing, at the very least!
“fuori. (Out).”
“Wait I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You apologied breathless, unsuccessfully trying to stifle your laughter behind your hand.
“Hold up! stop, let go of my ankle!” You complained as he lifted you out of his bed, dropping you on the floor.
“Leone I’m sorry, let me back in please!”
Guido Mista
“Mimi, it’s so cold!” You whined, staying as close to him as humanly possible, “and your shirt is too cropped for me to put my hands under.”
“Number one, that’s on you and secondly quit it with that name! You’re gonna ruin my street cred.”
Jokingly, you scoffed, side-eyeing him, “what street cred, you wear zebra print pants?”
He lightly pushed you away, shoving his hands in his pockets as he dragged his feet into the hotel the pair of you would be staying in.
“uscire con qualcuno che hanno detto, sarà divertente hanno detto. che bugiardo. (date someone they said, it will be fun they said. what a liar.)” Mista mumbled a tad bit too loud under his breath, kissing his teeth at the end for dramatic effect.
He kicked the door open with his foot, holding it open as you leisurely walked in after him.
“Oh whatever.” You said rolling your eyes at his dramatics, “stop acting as if you don’t relish in the privileges that come with a relationship.”
He waved his hand in the air, dismissing your sentence, “Well why wouldn’t I, they are there for me to use, right?”
You turned your nose up at him, “Hmph.”
“C’mon baby,” Mista whined drawling out the “y” sound. He encased his hands around your face, kissing your cheeks. “Let’s just have fun tonight, yeah?”
“Fineee.” You took his hands off of your face and dragged him to the receptionist desk.
The tanned male winked at you in response, “yo, could I get a room for two, king sized bed please.”
Fugo Pannacotta
“Fugie pants, fungo, pannana! Could you be a dear and help me with my homework please?”
Fugo walked into the room, mortified, with a cackling Narancia trailing behind him.
“[name]! What did we say about using such vile names!” Fugo exclaimed, positioning himself at your side.
You threw your head back, sighing, “I can’t quite recall fugs.” You answered, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laughter.
“[name].” The young male warned curtly, squeezing your jaw so your boisterous laughter would be lessoned.
Narancia wiped his tears of laughter, high giving you as he made his way to exit. “Man, see ya around. Too funny.” Narancia mumbled to himself, his laughter still audible as he departed the room.
“Stop it.”
“But it’s so funny, if you’d just stop reacting I’d stop-”
He pinched your soft lips with his fingers, cutting your sentence off. “no.”
Mini Bonus: Giorno
“Hey Gio.”
The blonde side-eyed you curiously.
You pointed at him with your pencil, “you know if you rearrange the letters in your name you can come up with some pretty interesting name combos.”
He raised his eyebrow, interested, “oh really?”
“Uh huh. Like giovanno, Giovanni, gio-vara, gio-cara.”
Bemusedly, he smiled. “I don’t have a c in my name.”
“I know that giogio, I was trying to be cute with a cute pun.” You groaned exasperated.
“Failure was inevitable.”
“Hey!” You pouted, playfully poking his cheek, “for someone so nice you sure are cheeky.”
Bonus: Narancia Ghirga
The whole week you had been trying, yet ultimately failing, to tease Narancia by giving him an embarrassing nickname.
But despite your best efforts nothing seemed to work, he was seemingly immune to embarrassment.
You thought back on those instances, trying to recall where you had gone wrong.
“Hey my sugar plum fairy cake gumdrop!” You greeted Narancia, kissing his nose.
“What’s up my boo boo bear honey plum nugget.” He responded back with an equal amount of fervour.
You stiffened, cringing in your place, how could he say that so easily. You decided to push through, chanting the mantra “resilience is key.” In your head.
“Nothing my bubble gum sugar cube bub.”
“Alright my sweet peach bubba lover. I love you.”
You mock retched running away, as Narancia chased after you.
Total and utter defeat.
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moon-lv3r · 10 months
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bucci gang when you tell them you’re on your period ~
🦋 category: chatfic, x afab!reader (pronouns aren’t used with the exception of mista’s slide)
🦋 characters: bucciarati, abbacchio, mista, narancia, fugo, giorno, trish
🦋 summary: in which reader is on their period and the first thing they do, message their s/o !
🦋 warnings: idk man maybe cringe?
🦋 notes: a little filler post as i write some more fics while dying in my mountain of projects. totally wasn’t trying to promote one of my newest favourites movie 20th century girl hehehehe (watch it pls)
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what kind of social media would each person in the gang have (if they HAD to have it)
I’d like to think they would all have tumblr which is probably really cringe to say.
Giorno: has an Instagram account and posts nice outdoor related pictures with bugs and ponds and things, and he also posts really cursed memes.
Bruno: he has a YouTube account that he hasn’t started doing anything with. He wants to make “how to fish” videos when life gets simpler, the boys think he should make asmr videos with zippers.
Abbacchio: he has a Facebook account that he hasn’t used in years and all he has really done on it is like pictures related to the police. He regrets his past decisions. His family will tag him in things occasionally but he doesn’t know because he never checks. Was a MySpace teen.
Mista: he has a TikTok but doesn’t make TikTok’s, just watches things.
Narancia: has a TikTok for his rad dances. He also has a webkinz account, which I don’t think qualifies as social media but he counts it.
Fugo: he has a Pinterest account and has begged the others to make an account and follow him on it. They didn’t.
Trish: Snapchat, Instagram, TikTok, she has everything that is popular and keeps them up to date. Lots of followers! But when they were taking her to the boss she wasn’t allowed to post anything.
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silly-l1ttle-guy · 4 months
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hhhhshshss... fugio headcanons
i'm posting so much today holy shit
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fugo and giorno like to go on cute dates to butterfly gardens and all that
either butterfly gardens or just having picnics next to ponds or lakes
Giorno likes growing flowers and other plants in his garden and Fugo likes to watch him do gardening
Fugo has his own little section in the garden too btw
he isn't very good at gardening tho so Giorno has to help out
They share a bedroom together and have a heap of plants in the room
it's every aesthetic Instagram girl's dream room
ladybug and flower wallpaper. I stand by this.
vines and hanging flowers all around the place
it's a really cute room overall
Fugo likes cacti the most
mostly bc it's easy to take care of
Giorno is a proud plant dad
do you wanna hear what pet names I think they give each other???
PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING
*points a gun to your head* do you want to hear the pet names i think they give each other?
that's what I thought.
Fugo likes to give him fairly simple, but cute pet names (google translate warning):
Amore mio
goldilocks (mostly as a tease)
sunshine
golden boy
dear
carino
pretty boy (he's not wrong)
flower boy
Giogio
Giorno is a sucker for romance:
lover boy
strawberry
darling
cutie pie (he loves being cringe on purpose)
love
baby
babe
sweetheart
Panna
they're so cute, i'm a genius (i'm as dumb as narancia)
GER also likes to randomly appear behind Fugo and just stare at him until he notices
"...." "how the fuck do I make a- HOLY SHIT-!" "... can you let purple haze out please?"
also Giogio and Fugo have a little strawberry farm together
Mista keeps trying to eat them when they're not looking (also he's just there btw)
they have a lot of pets, most of them being insects
Fugo isn't a big fan of cuddling (unless he's in a really good mood), so most of the time they sleep back to back
y'know that picture of the bucci gang giorno gave fugo at the end of phf? they have that framed and hung on the wall
purple haze likes to be around GER
stands being in love is one of my favourite things
if Fugo is in the mood to cuddle, his favourite way to cuddle is spooning
he likes being the big spoon, because the thought of someone hugging from behind makes him uncomfortable
(also because giorno's hair smells really good but we don't talk about that)
i wish gay people were real
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lady-wallace · 1 month
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Abbacchio Week Day 1: Melancholy Man
First of my series of drabbles for @abbacchioweek2024
Each one of the drabbles will feature a different AU so keep an eye out for the rest of them this week!
This fic is set pre-canon
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Abbacchio slumped at the bar with his head in his hands. Hands that were currently shaking. The glass rested in front of him, untouched as of now, but he was sure it wouldn’t stay that way for much longer…
“There you are.”
The voice sent an instant wave of guilt through him. He didn’t look up as the other man approached, leaning against the bar beside him. He couldn’t face how disappointed he would be when he realized everything he had done for Abbacchio had been pointless.
“You should leave before you undo all the progress you’ve made.”
Abbacchio felt a sudden anger run through him. “What the hell does it matter to you, anyway, what I do?”
He finally dropped his hands and faced Bucciarati and was surprised to find no disappointment, no pity, just a firm expression on his face.
“What does it matter? I recruited you specifically, and I would really not like to have to go through all the trouble of finding a replacement so soon.”
“Why the hell do you want me?” Abbacchio demanded, finally asking the question he had been wanting to this whole time. “I’m not good for anything. You’d be stupid not to see that!”
Bucciarati raised an eyebrow and Abbacchio realized he had just insulted him….great.
“I don’t believe that’s true, and if you do, then why haven’t you taken a drink yet?”
Abbacchio looked down at the untouched glass.
“What you’re doing is difficult, Abbacchio. And brave.”
He snorted. “What the hell is brave about my pitiful existence?”
“Because you are choosing existence,” Bucciarati insisted. “Leone…you’re one of the rare men in this world who have seen both sides. You’re not surprised by the evils of humanity, you know and accept that they exist, but I know deep down you still believe that there can be justice in the world.”
Abbacchio let out a scoff. “Really? Because I don’t think I believe in much of anything.”
“Really? Then why did you follow me that night?”
Abbacchio blinked, realizing he didn’t have an answer for that. He reached a shaky hand toward his drink, more in defiance than anything, but Bucciarati snatched it from him and quickly downed it himself in one gulp.
Abbacchio watched in shock as Bucciarati blinked, cringing, looking slightly light-headed as he set the glass firmly down on the bar. “Come on. Fugo is waiting on us for dinner.”
He turned around and headed out of the bar, not looking back. Abbacchio knew this was a test that he could either follow or not.
He sat there for a moment, considering, but nothing felt right here anymore. Not since Bucciarati had left.
So he pushed himself off the stool and followed the man out the door.
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pigeonbboi · 2 years
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okay I am really autistic and think abt them all the time so
golden wind theories/ hcs abt the main gangs mental illnesses
okay I dont think we talk about how mista probably has ocd enough. we see that he has intrusive thoughts/ obsessions and while we don’t see him have a lot of obvious compulsions but he often acts in a way that may seem irrational to some and has strict routines and fears something will go wrong when they are interrupted. he counts things obsessively, has rituals, etc etc.
short aside: pls don't think I am glorifying/ romanticizing anything I talk abt here these are theories and if anything I say is inaccurate pls lemme know!! I did research abt what I talk abt here but these are my own personal theories/ observations/ how I relate to them :)
I see a lot of people hc narancia as having ADHD but I am here to further my everyone in bucci gang has autism agenda. /hj I am autistic and relate to him. how he has trouble reading peoples intentions and trusts too easily is smth I really relate too! That's not to say he couldn't also have ADHD but if you read him as autistic it adds a lot of depth to his backstory <:) he's also highly empathetic and struggles regulating his emotions.
god sorry this is cringe
oh obviously he's also dyslexic :)
moving on this is obvious and more a plea to people to do research and write realistic recovery for leone being an alcoholic.
I would also love to see more people talking about Bruno. Specifically within the context of bruabba and his savior complex, I can't help but think he would be a little bitter than he is always the one saving people and that he's not allowed to be weak despite all the trauma he went through at a young age and joining the mafia at 14. It would definitely create more vulnerability issues to play parent to not only three traumatized children but also your so, the one who you are meant to feel safest with. I think a lot of Bruno's savior complex issues stems from him thinking that the crimes he has committed in his past and continues to commit as part of his role within Passione make him a bad person, and to atone for these sins he "saves" others. You can see how angry he is when he takes Narancia to the hospital and then he says he also wants to join the gang. To Bruno this is akin to spitting in his face. 'You would throw away the second chance I gave you to make the same mistakes I did?' idk I love him and so many people treat him as if he is perfect and I think he deserves to be complex and maybe resent his family for treating him as a therapist and savior and not always like a flawed human being. basically please let us have more dysfunctional bruabba family I need them to live.
I could write a whole essay on fugo so I shall save him for another time and because I don't trust my own intelligence to talk about him. fugo peak.
A lot of dude bros get mad at Giorno's "lack of personality" as if it doesn't stem directly from him being neglected as a child. He was punished for showing normal emotions as a kid so he hides them as he gets older. He could also totally be read as autistic and thats a hc that holds a special place in my heart. Opposed to Narancia, who is on the high empathy end of the spectrum, Gio, partly as a response to how he was raised, has lower empathy which also effects how he communicates with others. I think he is such a complex character and wish more people devoted time to analyzing him rather than writing him of as boring.
Thats all I have the mental space to write about for write now but I care these idiots so much and please tell me what you think!! Bucci gang 4 eva.
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