I Took Screen Grabs Periodically Through This One To Mark Progress- Total Time To Complete: About 12

i took screen grabs periodically through this one to mark progress- total time to complete: about 12 hours. posting high res in a moment

I'm having a bad day with my panic attacks and could I just have a hug from la squadra? Please? I'm sorry if this is too much.

Risotto leans against the stone floor, tail flicking. His eyes are half lidded, lax, yet you still shrink under his red-on-black stare, already feeling overwhelmed. His eyes snap over to track the movement, following it for a few seconds, then flicking back up to meet your eyes.

After a few more seconds, he sighs softly. The water laps at the smooth stone, threatening to spill inwards as he pushes himself to the side and sits with his back to you. "Come here, little one." Your eyes widen a little, feet moving before your brain catches up. The water is licking at your shins, some of it occasionally splashing up to your thighs while you wade through.

Risotto still doesn't face you, giving you ample time to slowly ease into a sitting position beside him, and, after a few seconds of hesitation, lean against his ribs. Risotto doesn't jump nor flinch. His arm comes down across your shoulders, pressing you farther into his side and making you go limp.

Like Fugo, his skin is sticky, but not irritatingly so. The both of you sit in silence for a few seconds, Risotto relaxing back against the edge of the pool, and you quietly tapping your fingers in time with the lazy pulse of Risotto's bioluminescent lights. Your legs are outstretched in a loose, legs akimbo way, and you're fully relaxed against Risotto's side. He even starts a low, somewhat stuttered, purring from deep in his chest as he tail sways in the water... so the stroke you nearly have when a large, webbed hand clasps onto your ankle is understandable.

You scream, kicking at the hand in absolute panic. It's only the tightening of Risotto's arm that keeps you from scrambling out of the water and hauling ass. "Melone..." Risotto growls, his eyes narrowing into a warning glower.

Your hands shake, the tips tingling as if just waking up.

The siren winces, ducking his head with a small tilt to expose his throat. "Ah, per favore scusami." Risotto growls again, baring his fangs and flashing his lights in a brighter, more menacing pattern.

Neither notice your faster breathing, nor the way you subtly attempt to shove away from Risotto.

Melone rests his head on Risotto's lap, grinning innocently from ear to ear... Then sits up, wide eyed and pale when he finally notices your rapid breathing.

His large pelvic fins flick, floating up next to you with a wide eyed look of panic. "H-hey! Human, c'mon, breathe! Breathe for-"

His words become garbled, and you can't breathe. You're dimly aware of someone pulling you out of the water, and more words being exchanged above you.

It feel like hours have passed, and you're unaware of all of the worried bodies that have curled around you, fins and teeth bared in protectively possessive displays everytime anyone else attempts to approach Your curled up body...

You wake back up to the sound of talking.

Formaggio's voice is the first to register to your exhausted senses, low and directly under your head. He sounds concerned, his hand smoothing over your spine and up your shoulder blades to palm at a protruding blade. You mumble incoherently, and his hands immediately drop to your hips.

You feel another hand rest onto your spine, so you crane your neck back to peek as it's joined by a head.

Melone drifts up next to you with a soft flutter of his sweeping pelvic fins, nuzzling his face into your back with a fearful stare. His head is tilts to bare his throat, soft ear fins pinned back and you feel a little guilty when you see that he's not meeting your eyes. "I'm so sorry, mia cara."

You reach back, and he melts into your palm when you ruffle his fringe. You take note of the thin, black lines that mark his pretty face, and smile softly. His own eyes soften, and he clicks at you, ducking back down to nuzzle against your spine. "I'm so-"

You hush him, snuggling back down into Formaggio's damp skin s you mutter that it's fine. You just want to nap now.

You're unsurprised to hear Prosciutto huff, muttering something about humans not being made for sleeping in water but he's hushed by Risotto who lifts partially out of the water to pull you against his chest. "Hush, Prosciutto. The human won't crumple like glass. And human?"

Your eyes flick up, a warm sleepiness already overcoming you as Melone begins a gentle humming melody. Risotto nuzzles the top of your head, murmuring against your hairline, "I, too, apologize for grabbing you so harshly. I understand that may have contributed to your panic."

You slur something, whining when he pulls back to curl his body around you. You're gently hushed again, this time by the surprisingly high heat of Pesci pressing into your flank.

"Sleep."

You don't know who says it, but your body obeys, falling pleasantly limp beneath the many limbs curled around you.

HOLD ON

The fact that Purple Haze is a clean freak and has personality but Fugo simply controls it not too implies that all stands have personalities that aren't shown because of each user! That means that therorectly almost all stands can talk and have a full blown conversation to their user and others or atleast interact independently if they can't speak.

But why does this matter? It means that Mista is the only user we have seen that actively doesn't control his stand but instead just asks them and treats them like his children, he feeds them, breaks up their fights, encourages them, bargains with them

Mista got stabbed with an arrow by a mysterious cloaked robot looking demon dressed as an 1800s English man, woke up with 6 tiny yellow rowdy monsters and thought . . .

"These are now my children"

Mista is best dad

Not to mention it would explain why the reason Spice Girl talks and does stuff of her own accord is because Trish never knew about her so Spice Girl just did whatever to protect Trish, and she even was so independent that she straight up explained what she was to Trish cause she had no clue. Because Trish wasn't controlling Spice Girl, she figured out how to delay Notorious B.I.G. on her own.

But wait there's more!

Its Canon that Star Platinum is a himbo.

Why? At the start of part 2, Jotaro thought he was possessed by an evil ghost so he put himself in jail. Which means that he wasn't controlling his stand at all, he even though it was an enemy. But what did this "evil ghost" do?

It just left the cell and kept bringing snacks and comic books and toys to Jotaro against Jotaros will! Star Platinum is a wonderful himbo who just wants to make Jojo happy and feel comforted and loved. You even see Star Platinum laugh, smile, and just be joyous in the background. Plus he to dumb to talk, but still can ora ora everywhere, otherwise he would've explained what he was to Jotaro.

Your himbo Star Platinum comics are cannon

Also Giorno is def in a relationship with Gold Experience

final image for my weekly prompt! Unfortunately, some stories are tragedies :(

content polling: we want more mudad! <3 

me: you want fucking vanilla ice huh??? vanilla fucking ice??? you got it

Love this good doggy~