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To finish off the trilogy of the Spiders reacting to Nen abilities based on Part 5 Stands, which powers from Team Bucciarati would they most be interested in? Trish Una's Spice Girl can be considered as an option because she is sorta a part of the team. However, Gold Experience Requiem will not be available as an option simply because, let's face it, I have a feeling (almost) everyone would go straight for such an overpowered ability, and I want to make things as fair as possible for the other options.

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Honestly, I feel like they would all have different opinions, especially chrollo because I feel like he would look at every single ability and look at the strengths and then look at their weaknesses and kind of throw them out of the way based on that not just what they are strong in

Full credit to la-squadra1234

Feitan-

He would most definitely be the most interested in Fugo’s stand ability 

Phinks-

He would most definitely be interested in Giorno‘s stand ability 

Chrollo-

He would be interested in Abbacchio stand ability 

Uvogin-

He would also be the most interested in Giorno‘s stand ability 

Nobunaga-

I feel like he would be interested in Bruno’s stand ability 

Shalnark-

I feel like he would be the most interested in Trish’s stand ability

Franklin-

OK he would definitely be the most interested in mista and Narancia’s stand abilities

Hisoka-

I feel like he would be the most interested in Giorno’s stand ability

That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed as much as I did making this. It was really fun and I like doing things like this I just like collaborating animes together!

I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!

Never mistake mercy for forgiveness

Jjba writing practice

The form was tall, skin fair and olive in color. Smeared makeup as the lime colored hair framed the androgynously shaped head. The eyes, deep in color, green like the canopy of a rainforest wetted from the rains of stormy days and heavy humidity, were filled with dazed confusion. The form, showing peaks of wiry muscle, dripped the crimson colored fluids, they twisted and rolled down the folds of the outfit. Dripping. Pouring from the spot where the blow had been delivered. The form lurched forward, sneering. He hissed a jumble of words to his attacker. Who's gaze returned once more to the small images of the rainforest canopies that rested within the iris, now they filled with emotion. No longer was he struck with startled confusion, now washing over them was blood lust. A lust that wished to see this form, who had delivered a blow upon the unsuspecting body turned from the attacker, dead. Lust that sought the blood of all who stand in his way. And, as the body lurched forward again brandishing the fist to fill this lust, among the rumbling thunder and pouring rain there was a flash of lighting. The flash sending light into the air causing the pupils to shrink, almost as if to reveal what hide behind these emotions. For a split second a whole flurry of emotions shone through this lust for blood. But it was only for a fleeting moment.

Strike after desperate strike was sent to the blonde haired boy, but he seemed unbothered by this as the man shouted and groaned an agony and rage. Upon striking the boy would step aside and deliver his own punch to the exposed ribs, it was a waiting game now. A game to see who would slip up first. Like wolves they did a primal dance, sifting and twisting around one another, and like wolves they waited to see who fell first. Companions of the boy even gathered watching in intense anticipation as the blows kept being given. The fear seemed to be beginning to over take the man as more pain rushed through his body. This distraction as a voice called from the small crowd was his downfall, and he knew it. As soon as his eyes had darted aside his body seemed to scream, from deep down a primal voice chastised him and condemned him for this, and he knew exactly why. For as soon as he tried to correct this mistake all that he was met with was a fist planted in the face, his body collapsed as the rain continued to poor. He gagged as blood oozed from an assortment of cuts and bruises lined his body. His form tense as he barely held himself up, his gaze locked onto the cement as he caught his breath awaiting his fate. He looked around as footsteps approached, there stood the blonde haired boy he had so relentlessly been fighting, menacing as the rain poured over them. He could hear his heart pounding and once again the eyes shifted, the mask of a relentless murderer had been broken and now true colors showed.

behind the mask of these eyes there was more, pouring with blood and tears the eyes communicated something much clearer now. They spun a tale, sitting here they were filled with fear, the fear of a broken boy helpless to what he had become. Not just by the worlds help but with his own willingness to be molded into the beast that coward here. He huffed catching his breath as he was prepared for another blow to be struck but- a gentle hand was extended, the other shapes of the companions watched carefully, quiet mutters escaping them as the form which had been beaten and bashed looked to the blonde boy. His face still stern and cold but his body now more. . .forgiving? No. No. Merely understanding. Shakily, he raised his own wounded hand, and as his was taken, a strange new chapter seemed to have been opened in his book. He was not miraculously changed or forgiven by this act of kindness, but he was pulled from the deep hole that broken boy had fallen and dug into when he was so young. For the road to recovery was a long process

Incorrect quotes with la squadra

not proof read or spell checked, we die like men

y/n:what time is it?

Formaggio:idk let me check ‘pickups trumpet and starts playing it”

Ghiaccio from upstairs: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE TRUMPET AT 5 IN THE MORNING?!

Formaggio: it's 5 :)

Melone:you know that's gonna kill your guys eventually right?

Risotto puring another glass of whisky: that's the point

Prosciutto:we are trying to speed up the process

y/n:’nods while eating raw cookie dough’

Ghiaccio: Anyone wanna start a possibly friendship shattering fight?

Y/n: centaurs have six limbs meaning they are insects

Ghiaccio: i was joking but now you've crossed the line

risotto: Time for plan G.

prosciutto: Don’t you mean plan B?

risotto: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

prosciutto: What about plan D?

formaggio: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

prosciutto: What about plan E?

risotto: I’m hoping not to use it. y/n dies in planE.

ghiaccio: I like plan E.

*The squad right before y/n 's wedding*

risotto: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

prosciutto: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

pesci: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

illuso: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

melone, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

ghiachio:FUCK I HAVE A WEDDING I HAVE TO GET MARRIED AT

y/n: How many kids do you have?

melone: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

y/n: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

ghiaccio: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

illuso: What do you think y/n will do for a distraction?

formaggio: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

formaggio: ... or they could do that.

y/n: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

illuso: You were flirting with risotto.

y/n: So what? He's my partner.

illuso: You asked him if he was single.

y/n:

illuso: And then you cried when he said he wasn't.

fun fact of the post: me and my friends dressed as the main vento aureo gang for the animation release

Yandere la Squadra Esecuzioni memes ~

Warnings : isolation , heavy swearing , inappropriate use of stands , possessiveness , obsession , Prosciutto being a daddy.

golden wind: episode twenty-two reaction

episode twenty-two go ahead, let's get to tizzy and squizzy. no, do not expect me to say these words to a real person. just you fictional audience. where's trish--oh yeah in the turtle. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU FORGOT OUR SNAKIES. HOLY SHIIBYESSS TRAITORS REQUIEM LET'S GOOOO BOIIIIISSSS. STRIAGHT UP LOST IT WHEN MY BROTHER PAUSED THE VIOLINS. anyway we have j--HOLY WEED I'M LIVING FOR MY REFERENCES TOOO!! KICK HIM! next is shark soup time right? guess the bossu comes from sardineland. SHARK SPUP SHARK SPOUP. into the turtle. traceectomy. heyyyyyyyy squaloo????? tizzzy???? my brother left at the first second of gay. like it was a coinkidink but still---. anyway tizzy what was with that elbow in that last shot? and will i learn their name? the world will soon find out. anyway, if i am typing while they are on screen, i shall hereby refer to it as a war crime using this symbol: |=| if i can type it out that fast. look i'm just excited to see them and some homo homies on screeen i've been trying to watch bromance all day with little success and man. holy weed: tizzy and squizzy, you can't make that dip up. okay so crush is squalo's. ahhhh talking heads makes him talk.... seriously my guys don't you see his struggle? the shark! noooo, body possession... says the pee drinker. everyone is rolling a perception check of zero this episode. except giorno, he get's a 4. ooh what's this? two unique exits in a row?? yo seriously, why does no one about the modern crusaders ed? and smiling king crimson?