Well Hold On Now He May Have A Point-

Well hold on now he may have a point-

Rumble, frenzy and ravage are probably cheering him on from the back of the room let's be honest

He is trying to find his second son

Bonus

He is in fact a big ol' hypocrite. Won't recharge when he needs it.

But hey the struggles of a science dad

Some part 5 doodles bc brain rot is real

Its canon anytime you draw Mista u have to draw stink lines, sorry guys, It's the rule

Headcanon is secco really likes squeaky toys and plushies in general so he has this pastel room all lined with plush toys and hello kitty esque merch (Hey there bunny) and cioccolata loves feeding the addiction

enthrallment, 5-6 hours, photoshop

Hermes w/ A3 in the Catjam pallet? Or maybe Pucci in B8 w/ the fistfight with god pallet

👁👁 they got his ass boys <33

Decided to shove them together for this one (no worries pucci will get to fight god soon <333)

Like to think Ermes calls them 'stand twins' bc Kiss and White snakes do look very similar and pucci hates every minute of it <333 (it's what he deserves smh <33/ Hj/Lh)

Why can't I get rid of you?

Jjba writing practice

Her voice was chilling as she spoke his name. A name, he was no stranger to. A name he had been reminded. Reminded and made to remember how much of a gift it was. By her. His eyes shakily moved to meet her's. This couldn't be could it? She had been out of his life for years this. . .woman. she had been gone and he was glad to have finally rid himself of her and that name. And yet here, finally in his quiet life, happy, she was back. He felt anxieties rise back up in him, something was not right. THIS was not right. she was gone, and she never greeted him like this.

His suspicions proved true as he gasped for breath his form jolting awake, he shakily silenced himself looking over. He quivered for a moment remembering the woman next to him, shinobu. His wife and a women he dosen't fully know how to feel about. While not actually his wife this time he has spent here he. . .has grown an attachment. He feels protective of her and the boy, hayato. His. . .son. the boy was hesitant to trust him but he felt something was growing. Over all, he had settled in quite nicely, this truly was a quiet life he could get used to. . .if only these dreams did not haunt him. Dreams of the woman he left, His mother. She controlled him for so long, even now at times like this he felt taken advantage of even though she wasn't on this earth any longer. Slipping from bed he quietly trudged his way to the bathroom. With a deep sigh he looked into the mirror.

'what is your name?' He quietly asked himself. 'I am kosaku. Kosaku kawajiri.'

He looked to his reflection, feeling his heart thump in his chest. His stand manifested as it stood beside him, kosaku was startled stumbling back, he sighed relieved to see it was only his longest and oldest friend. Carefully dressing himself in some casual and comfortable clothing he began to cook. It would be morning soon and he needed to kill time. He would not go back to bed knowing the memories of her awaited him, he hated remembering that time. Especially her.

So he continued to cook. Because he was kosaku kawajiri. Loving husband to shinobu kawajiri and father to hayato kawajiri. He could cook and clean, was "learning" to play the violin. He often played for his wife and son long into the night to help them all sleep. He was a father, a businessman, and a husband.

he was, kosaku kawajiri.