#naranciao

[kwanziez]

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i might do more later hehe

#jjba #fanart #part 5 vento aureo #jojo vento aureo #vento aureo #part 6 jojo #jojo mikitaka #mikitaka hazekura #part 4 jojo #jolyne cujoh #jojo emporio #emporio armani #jojo mista #guido mista #naranciao #diamond is unbreakable #golden wind #pucci #enrico pucci #anasui #jojo no kimyou na bouken

[suturcd]

anonymous (@naranciao) said: Right pointing backhand indexLeft pointing backhand index (im not logged into tungle but tis your fellow citrus ilusm)

send me a url and i'll tell you the following; // accepting.

bro what if u were  Right pointing backhand index and i was Left pointing backhand index and our fingers touched what then. haha just kidding. ...........Unless.... 😳

my opinion on;

    character in general: OOOUGHH NARANCIA MY FUNKY LITTLE GUY!!!!!! LOVE THAT LITTLE ORANGE BASTARD HE IS A DELIGHT!!!!! POTENT nephew energy. i want to buy him an exorbitant amount of pizza and give him some spending money. i feel like i've written this sentiment before but it bears repeating.     how they play them: SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!! GOOD FUCKING FOOD i LOVE your narancia sen he is such a loveable goofball while also balancing the more tragic and troubled underlying aspects of who he is and what he's gone through. honest to god i keep going back to that birthday drabble you wrote for him and just marvelling over like how beautifully it's written and paced to get you RIGHT THERE in the chest UGH. talented brilliant amazing showstopping etc etc     the mun: SEN I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU KFDHGKFSHKLGH you're SO FUNNY and sweet and friendly like just an absolute fucking delight to talk to ic and ooc and i'm so lucky to have u in my life and my like, little internet sphere dskhgkdsglkh you are SUCH a sunny presence ilu

do i;

    follow them: YES of course because i have TASTE and my brain is HUGE and my muscles also     rp with them: yep yep!!!!!!! super fun 10/10 would reccommend     want to rp with them: sen i am holding my hand out going pspsspsss come here     ship their character with mine: dam that would be crazy haha ..........unless.........😳 (SEN the world is ur oyster if u want ships or brotps i will give them to u sdkghkdslhg)

what is my;

    overall opinion: SEN U ARE THE SUNSHINE AND A BREATH OF FRESH AIR AND A COMEDY GENIUS AND I LOVE U PWEASE come grace my dash again as the mood so strikes you

#ooc. #ooc askmemes. #naranciao #outwards

[tai-zitch]

Mmm narancia...

#my art #JJBA #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #narancia fanart #jojo narancia #naranciao #jojo meme #twitter

[strawberryrots]

starts eating his chess pieces when he isnt looking

@naranciao​  // 🍓

what the fuck. what the fuck. slowly he’s losing it, or quickly he’s losing it. to be honest the match has been going on faster than he’d like. it’s just.... his pieces keep disappearing. narancia’s obviously taken them and fugo is ruling out a possible fluke. it’s been happening since the start. “narancia have you been practicing?”

#naranciao #.answered #.001 // pre va #:: stupid #:: nara make sure you chew those well!

[zettaflarc]

SPUTTERRS ND TRIPSJVORR HIS MOTHERUFCKIN FEET TO SPRINT TO GIORNO FOR KISSEY GENERATE A SPARE KISSY FOR YUOR BRO SPARE KISSY????? SPARE K

I want the K        — 7: Romantic kiss

He's got used to those lazy, quiet afternoons. They turn on TV, sometimes, though the programming is nothing but sleep-inducing. What they watch isn't what's important, but the feeling of his partner's arms around him.

He used to have trouble forgetting about work. But he also used to think he wasn't one for cuddles. Things change, apparently.

And they also come to an end.

Giorno stretches, and turns his head back to press a kiss to the corner of Narancia's lips.

"I have to get back to work now. Bucciarati will be back soon, there are things we need to sort out before tonight—"

He tries to get up, but finds himself unable. His arms are still around him, now wrapped around his waist and begging him to stay.

"Narancia, please…" his voice softens, he's too weak for loving attention. He would stay if he could. Forever, if he could. Giorno sighs.

Just one more moment, he tells himself, and he's back on the couch, hands crossed on Narancia's chest and reaching for another kiss. And another. A hand cups his cheek, fingers playing with the short hairs on the other's nape, and before he notices, a moment becomes minutes.

What he does notice is the moment the door opens, too late to react.

He meets a pair of blue eyes, his face turns red.

Clearing his throat, he gets back on his feet.

"I'll see you later."

#naranciao #NRANCIA YOU'RE EMBARRASSING HIM IN FRONT OF YOUR DAD #giorno.answers #giorno.narancia || naranciao

[arcitraditore]

@naranciao said: FUCKING STUNTMAN CRASHES THROUGH THE DOOR IN A BURST OF PEONIES, FRUIT-TOPPED CAKE, AND A...old men like ties, don't they? it's a tie. speckled with little dinosaurs, and festively wrapped around a stack of records. "buccellati, buccellati! buon compleanno! let's take a picture, yeah?" happy birthday bruno buccellati!

without fail, every september, bruno buccellati sternly reminds his team of their priorities and how the 27th is not one of them. a dinner together, three courses of seafood at libeccio are all he asks for; food, as always, being better enjoyed in the company of people he cares for. and even for the slow defrosting that has occurred under don giovanna's reign of passione, buccellati is still an intensely private person, and the celebration is conducted with the restaurant closed and locked, only the owners and each other for company.

and there comes narancia, screaming through the back door. fugo's put him in charge of the cake, it seems. he braces the table with both hands as the overeager blur of fruit and gifts crash-lands on the opposite side, right between an empty chair and mista, who narrowly avoids getting that cake to the back of his head. buccellati just sips his coffee.

            "we will, when fugo and abbacchio are here," he signals for narancia to sit with a nod. "thank you for the gifts."

the records are obvious by their shape and size, but the narrow box befitting an accessory piques his curiosity. his thumb slides under the folded wrapping, popping the tape easily to shimmy out the box. a cyan tie with a dozen hand-sewn dinosaurs stares back at him.

his gaze narrows.

             "you little shit."

#naranciao #[ — IN CHARACTER; ] #[ — VERSE \ POST-SERIES; ] #nara is the dinozip shipper on deck / #i do not take criticism / #it's a fond 'little shit' i promise / #also you know i'm saving the gayest shit for last / #diego brando in his peak dramatic romanticism deserves a lot of gay in response /

[bitterlimoncello]

naranciao replied to your post “@naranciao said: �� citrus time send ��and I’ll write four headcanons I...”

OHHHHHHHH I LLOVE THEMMMMMMMM������

the narancia & limoncello dynamic is just [narancia having a bad idea] [limoncello egging him on to do it b/c she thinks it’ll be funny]

#naranciao #ooc. #[limoncello vc] ghirga u weirdly jacked little bastard! do it!

[hopingforjustice]

@naranciao said: HE HEARD IT WAS NATIONAL GIRLFRIEND DAY AND HE HASNT EVEN ASKED REIMI OUT YET BUT HES SPUTTERING AS HE RUNS TO HER WITH A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS + A BRAND NEW SET OF NICE PAINTS BC HEART FULL unprompted ask  /  always accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ She took what he gently offered in her arms with delicacy and care, looking for his face hidden behind that thoughtful, beautiful bouquet. The perfect choice, as always. Reimi couldn't help feeling spoiled, maybe even a little guilty for receiving so many gifts, but... So loving, so endearing! Narancia was too good to be true, in the absence of anything better to define him. It wasn't her fault if he stole all the words from her lips just with his presence, his pure smile full of expectations. ❝ Since I met you this house has never been without flowers, you know? ❞ Her tone as light-hearted as ever, a slightly shy smile forcing her to lower her gaze and preserving her modesty or her face would blush. ❝ Thank you, Nara. ❞ Only then she saw the paints! He remembered what she said in some of their conversations, one more information lost among several — but he stamped on his memory and prepared a surprise using it.

ㅤ ㅤ A little bit of juggling to embrace the gifts with one arm, the other extended to wrap around his neck and hold him like this was the only thing she lived for. A clumsy hug, maybe faster than usual to avoid a colorful mess on their clothes, but affectionate and lovely! Impossible to be otherwise, no single opportunity to show tenderness would be wasted. Reimi buried her face in his dark hair for a moment — enjoying the smell that meant home to her before leaving a soft kiss there. ❝ We are going to try on these paints together, right? My mind is already filling up with lots of ideas! ❞ Pink-colored gaze glowing with excitement, sudden inspiration reaching her as another of his charms. They recently started painting together and she never thought she could love this hobby even more. Narancia worked hard and seemed to enjoy it too, it was literally the best of both worlds. Life has never been so good.

#naranciao #( ✥ touching the other side. / answered. ) #( HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT!!!!!! ) #( reimi looks at the calendar and 😳😳😳 ) #( OMG OKAY IT'S HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM ) #( nara is so precious bringing so many flowers!! she lost count of how many bouquets she has won!! ) #( NATIONAL BOYFRIEND DAY IS OCTOBER 3... JUST WAIT... )

[affidarsi]

@naranciao​ said :  🍓 i offer a starwbebbie but no pressure ♡♡

okay okay listen we haven’t talked much but you’re such a delight to have on the dash i’m not even kidding,  you have such nice Vibes and your energy is really contagious, i love to see it!!!  the way you write narancia is so endearing that i just wanna pick him up while also being accurate and whenever i can i read your replies or,  even more,  your tags!!  because it’s just!!  nice to see!!  the way your writing flows is so nice and engaging i :ok hand emoji: love it.  taking this moment to also compliment your diego because excuse me??  canon diego exists?  and he lives here,  on tumblr dot com?  ugh!! your brain is Huge and i’m glad we’re mutuals because that means i get to see it in real time!  oh also you’re very funny i swear if i ever find a post funnier than the one(s) you have i will not be able to cope with it,  it’s just where i am right now.  in conclusion,

#naranciao #★ › ﹕ 𝘈𝘕𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘋 . #okay forgive my weird rambling i have a headache but #i couldn't let the opportunity to compliment you pass >:) #anyway * humbly offers you my heart *

[gggno]

naranciao replied to your photoset:  richard silken, ‘straw house, straw dog’

IF I WERE SOME DUMB BITCH NAMED ZHANG WUJI OR WHOEVER THE FUCK HE WAS I WOULD SIMPLY WED THE FUCK OUTTA MISS DAODAO

THAT DUMB BITCH REALLY LEFT HER THERE LIKE THE FUCK WED HHER

#naranciao #zhou zhiruo you deserved better #than a man who leads you on #zhou zhiruo marry zhao min instead challenge #sen and i absolutely couldn't handle how zhiruo didn't get to befriend the ladies #she was so isolated the entire time #the only person who really cared about her was zhang wuji's godfather #we don't talk about her r*pist

[prcdigic]

❀     @naranciao​  ;  giorno please slap me unprompted starters  ━  always accepting.

❝  . . . On one condition, close your eyes.  ❞ And once they have done so, hand is lifted to his ally’s face, thumb and middle finger connecting in a coil. Gold Experience projects, and Narancia’s nose is flicked with such force it sends him sailing  ━  probably. All he can actually see is Narancia spacing out.

#━━ ⊰ ❀ ic. #━━ ⊰ ❀ ask. #━━ ⊰ ❀ crack. #IM SCREAMING!!!!!!!! #I AM SCREAMING TO THE FUCKING HEAVENS #NARANCIA PLEAS STOP #GO HOME MY BABY ORANGE BOY #HE CANT DO IT HE CANNOT SLAP U #naranciao

[sakrosanctum-a]

naranciao liked your post:“ gay  rights.” 

“ don’t  look  at  me  or  my  bro  ever  again.” 

#naranciao #the audacity .... #u come into my neighbourhood. where we're just wearin our jumpsuits #trying to teach our yoga class...

[strawberryrots]

@naranciao​ replied to your photo “found family ™”

however i am unlovable and have long accepted this

fugo loves you narancia.

#naranciao #:: it took me a longer time to finish this because i fucking couldn't handle myself with mista's little hat #:: also how does nara's hair work? #:: how does fugo's hair work? #:: and nara if you call yourself unloveable fugo's gonna come after you #:: also mista i'm so fuckign sorry #:: i love you so much #:: and fugo loves you so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much #.photoshop shitposts

[zettaflarc]

me i'm the pokemon will you choose me 😳👉👈

Put a Pokemon in my muse’s askbox and they will either catch it or let it go

“You...” and he puts a hand on Narancia’s cheek, gently. A caress, almost. A smile twitches on his lips, not fully able to conceal both amusement and bashfulness.

“Would you fight for me if I asked you to, Narancia?” Giorno whispers, leaning forward until his forehead is resting on the other’s. “Would you protect me? And stand always by my side?” He knows the answer for all of these questions... but it won’t hurt hearing it once again.

“I would choose you anytime.”

Narancia was caught? (2/6)

#naranciao #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my boys i love my boys and gio loves nara so much #giorno.narancia || naranciao #giorno.answers #.queue

[arcitraditore]

@naranciao said: < the thing is, even though you were going through a lot, i was being selfish. focused on myself. > carried this over from my old blog don’t @ me. 

polpo was arrested in the summer of 1997. the day buccellati got the call, it was not from the man who principally acted as polpo's liaison, but from polpo himself; his baritone bounced erratically off the concrete walls and frayed at the edges of phone static, but buccellati remembers that being the only thing off about it. there wasn't a trace of exhaustion or annoyance.

"you'll be working out of libeccio from now on," was all he said.

almost seventeen, bruno buccellati had constructed a pedestal for himself of five years of coagulated blood layered beneath his feet. he went into passione with no regrets and sticky soles, and that was how he would continue to propel himself upwards: dirty shoes, but a clear mind. he wanted the power to change things, and polpo wanted someone he could trust for when he grew bored of maintaining his empire with his own two hands. buccellati's team served both of those purposes.

polpo chose to be in prison.

and buccellati chose passione.

he did not choose narancia.

he remembers the day narancia burst into libeccio, the passione emblem over his heart like a shield. he remembers how his knife shrilled on his plate when he saw, remembers how he pulled narancia all wordless fury to the back of the restaurant, so street-thin buccellati's fingertips touched when they wrapped around his forearm. he remembers squeezing enough that it hurt. he remembers wanting it to.

it's been three years since then.

now high tide crashes against the dock where they wait for the dawn, and every time a wave crests it knocks buccellati's bare foot hanging lazily off the edge. if the harsh light of the electric lanterns reveal anything, it's how buccellati's neutral frown thins after considering his words.

          "it isn't as though I gave any indication," he answers.

narancia had leaned on the elegant, insurmountable buccellati just as every other member of his team had, knowing more than most that self-sacrifice is still sacrifice, and it is still painful to watch someone bleed. the urge to brush this off, to tell narancia you can't change what's been done sits like a stuck pill in his throat, and he swallows around it to conjure something more honest.

          “or would have accepted help if I had,” the waves crash over his foot again, high enough to wet the hem of his pants. this, he's sure, is the source of his discomfort. "that was my selfishness: to hide."

#naranciao #[ — IN CHARACTER; ] #[ — VERSE \ POST-SERIES; ] #listen i know this is everywhere / #i could chop everything but the last four paragraphs / #but i value my bruno polpo exposition / #me: kill your babies / #me: no / #[ — PROMPT FILL; ] #anyway i was told your diego muse was strong / #me flipping through my prompts and drafts to you giggling menacingly / #There Will Be Gay /

[zettaflarc-aa]

@naranciao​: “ohh giorno 😳💘 ! bro... we are both fishies🦈😳 wh-what if we kissed👉👈💋.. in a giant clam🧡🌊🐚 while all the lobsters sang , for us 🦞🎶 and we were both boys ? haha...just kidding..😇 unless...? 😳😳💍 (the ring is a froggie. he opens the ring box and it's just a tiny froggie please say yes please say yes please s”

“Narancia, this frog is dead.”

It probably drowned at some point, or couldn’t handle the saltwater. Whatever the case, its tiny legs just hang limply at both sides of its body. He does take it in his hands, though, with just as much care as he would if it was still alive, and examines it carefully. It’s a pretty frog nonetheless, and he appreciates the thoughtful gift—the frog must have been hard to find, and he went to the trouble of bringing it back with him. Giorno can’t be anything but deeply moved.

“I... I’d very much like that.” He turns his gaze away, but the smile on his lips speaks for itself. So does the gentle brushing of his tail against the other’s.

Then he gestures towards the frog. “Do you mind if I eat it?” At least it could serve one last purpose.

#b-bro............. #naranciao #giorno.answers #giorno.narancia || naranciao