Stands interacting with the other team members
SEX PISTOLS
Giorno: for fun playtime for the pistols, Giorno will use gold experience to turn bullets into little fish so that the pistols can ride them and have a fun underwater adventure. They like to help Giorno steal things of course.
Bruno: when he first met them he was like “hmm, the manifestation of your soul sure is unique Mista”. And after he saw them beg Mista for food, he gave sticky fingers a little snack just in case. He zips their mouths shut a lot.
Abbacchio: he gets really annoyed at their bickering and constant begging for food. One time during a fight, he replayed one of the pistols coming towards the enemy (something that happened a few minutes prior), and it confused the guy and made him “dodge” the fake attack, which made him step into the perfect spot for Mista to get him.
Narancia: they are either super best friends, or they are fighting. It depends on the day. They will team up to pull pranks on Mista, but the pistols also love to steal Narancias snacks. They have Mario cart competitions (with Mista of course), and number two wins like almost every time.
Fugo: the fact that there isn’t a number four bothers Fugo so much. He tried to teach them all math once and it was a lost cause. He finds them to be super chaotic, but has learned to respect their bravery and excitement in battle.
Trish: they all annoy Trish except for number five. She thinks he is the cutest. She turned Mistas hat into a little trampoline (using her stand) so that number five could jump on it.
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word prompt: ruddy; fearless
Imogen x Laudna
Finally on Ruidus, Laudna contemplates what fear means to her.
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Laudna thought she’d feel some form of fright when up on Ruidus. Not to say she wasn’t frightened. This was more foreign a place than she’d ever ventured to; filled with more unknowns than any place on Exandria. Its very landscape was hidden from sight by the merciless dust storm it fostered. Fear was welcomed here like the comfort of a well-fed fire on a cold night in the Marquesian desert. But fear as an emotion that shuddered rationality was less jarring when it was expected.
Here, where the source of untamed divinity seemed closer than ever, it simmered in her belly like it had her entire life when journeying to a new place. That instinctual paranoia-bred trepidation that seized her limbs with an inculcated touch and gripped her slow-beating heart in vice; a pervading sensation that never lapsed.
It’s lessened in the last couple of months—that fear. Diluting and filtering through six of her dearest companions before it reached her: Fearne’s captivating—distracting presence behind her, Orym’s ever-watchful eyes looking ahead at all angles, Fresh Cut Grass’ good-natured sympathetic interference, Ashton’s and Chetney’s reactive protectiveness flank their vulnerable formation. Then Imogen beside her, holding her arm, body devotedly flush against her side in a way that demonstrated Laudna was cared for and loved and not the harbinger of ill will to anyone.
While this configuration had become old hat in just a few short months, 30 years of extant existence, uncertain if the local townsfolk she ran into would treat her with kindness or cruelty takes its toll. The fear never truly expires and this unfamiliar environment made that all too apparent.
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The storm eventually broke and from its clarity brought nothing but red. Stronger. Brighter. It gave Laudna’s undead nature the illusion of a ruddy warmer complexion and she had the idle thought that the facade would burst into flames, consuming her entirely, as if the false moon knew she wasn’t their kin.
Instead, the flames came from inside her. Gripping underneath her veins, it ran through the blood-mixed ichor that arduously flowed throughout and burned up from the inside. It sharpened all her dulled edges, making her aware of every minute detail of her body as the flames ran through every facet of her being. It cut deep into her with every step taken forward on this celestial prison.
She thought it was that familiar fear that afflicted her but when Imogen squeezed her arm affectionately in a silent question, Laudna saw in her eyes the source of that fire.
The flames, born of Imogen, who fearlessly led them through this strange new world by example. Imogen, who had dreamed about this place for far longer than the understanding of it was granted to her. Her love who had experienced the Ruidian storms countless times. Imogen, who had conquered her nightmares and come out the other side of them. There was no fear in Imogen’s eyes but familiarity—her eyes held their own raging tempest, unbothered by the one whirling around.
Who was Laudna to betray her fearless love?
A storm that incessantly endured was due for a change.
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being a manager sucks balls half the time but the cashier kids im in charge of trust me enough to dick around in front of me so ive been keeping a running list of the shit they say that makes me laugh randomly:
-"guys, is it cheating if you play fortnite with your ex" [4 seperate others, immediately]: "YES"
-"there must be like… infinite sentences"
-"bro what bro what the fuck bro what's that mean bro why'd you say that bro what" <distraught response to a girl randomly greeting him with 'hey there big boy' in an old timey transatlantic news reporter accent
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simon riley sending you a picture every time he’s drinking a cup of tea to prove to you that he’s winding down :((
simon 💕
m’takin a break. don’t worry, doll.
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Concept from a few days ago that has been ROTTING my brain. BIKER ANGEL BABYYY!!! Something I didn't know I needed in life-
Hes so cool and like, idk I just need to consume more media where angel is being badass. DGMW!!! I LOVE HIS PRETTY FEM SIDE. But also I think ppl forget he's a chaos maker/ prankster/ turf war participator who will run you down without hesitation if in a fight uvu
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