In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.

[In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.]

[rilgug]

A gift for my best Jo friend.

[In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.]

the root of the root and the bud of the bud (jjba: vento aureo)

[brella]

Post-canon Naratrish, 10.3k. T.  (The usual “everyone lives” AU.)

In which Narancia says something true, and many things follow. 

Or: under the influence of cheap prosecco, Narancia tells Trish that he loves her. The thing is, this isn’t something that Trish exactly knew. 

A gift for my dear friend @nonnegative. 

“Three times,” Fugo muses, staring out the window with some distant astonishment. “You said it three times.”

“Who cares how many times I said it?!” Narancia snaps, banging his fist on the table until the cutlery rattles. “Tell me what I should do!”

Fugo pulls a face. “Why do you think I know?”

“You know fucking—” Narancia gestures furiously. “Calculus! Come on.” His voice pitches to a whine when he collapses onto the table, stretching his arms out in front of him. “Why’s Trish ignoring me, Fugo?”

“You’re thinking about it too hard,” Mista drawls. “Trish ignores me all the time.”

Read on AO3.

[In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.]

jojo’s bizarre adventure: golden wind | horizons form from the soul

[brella]

Giomis, with incidental Naratrish and Bruabba, 12.1k. Volleyball AU. 

Giorno Giovanna has a dream. That dream is to play volleyball. 

“Yeah! You’re kind of a mystery, y’know,” Mista says, pointing emphatically at Giorno’s nose so that Giorno goes cross-eyed. “Not that that’s not cool and all—it is—but I don’t even know what kinda music you like. Or your favorite, y’know… color.”

“My favorite color?” Giorno repeats, eyebrows arching.

Mista’s voice had trailed off into a mumble on the last word, and his usual confidence had sputtered out. Now he looks flustered, yanking his hand back from Giorno’s face and cramming it into his pocket again, staring resolutely at the street ahead of them.

“You know what I mean,” he stammers. Giorno doesn’t know what he means. “It’s just—I don’t know. When it comes to volleyball, I—I have fun and all, but… you just seem… really different. Like, more intense? Passionate?” He grimaces. “Forget it.”

Now Giorno knows, a little bit, what he means.

He tells Mista, “I like pink.”

Written for @nonnegative in September for the @fandomforsiken project. Read it on AO3. 

[In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.]

[dallenborry]

Already Gone - Sleeping At Last

[In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.]

[a-rad-movie]

Grease but gayer pt 1

aka very messy sketches of a jojo grease au that i spent far too long planning

[In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.]

[cerolinda]

We're all familiar with the concept of the Sex Pistols blurting out all of Mista's feelings, but what about GER, since it's ALSO a sentient Stand?

*Mista, sleeping peacefully*

Otherworldly voice: M̡̙̥̖͓̲ORT͚̖̲̥̻͝A͖̮̻̹L̨̪̫̥ͅ

Mista, waking up to find GER crouching on his chest like a sleep paralysis demon with glowing unblinking eyes: What the-

GER: M҉̫͉͔͍Y̬͖͖͚͉̖ ̵͖̮̜̘M̢̟͓̱̼̭A̻͓̤Ś͖̫̜̫̬T͎̮̹̕ER̥̀ ̷̼̝͚H̤̗̰͞A̟͉̣S͢ ̪̪D̠̰̪E̩͖̼͜V҉̮̜͚̮E̡̦̦̣͖͍̥L̖͔O̺PE̡̙̜̩D͍ ̝̟̹͈̩͍̖F͖̙͍̗È̠̖̝̭̳͈EL͈͙I҉̞̟̥͉̻̘̞N̠̪͚G̮̥̫̝S̨̲ͅ ͙̺O̦F͕͡ ̜̘̟̗̖͖̗RO̱̮͠M̬̬̜̜̯̗̻A̞̬̩͖̜̗N̯̲T̝̹͟I̼̺̰̮͕̰̹C̖̼̫̰ Ń͔̳̟ͅA͔͕̠̞͕̥̰͝T̶̖U͎R̺̭̲͖͎É͖̠͈ F̻̬͝O̝͔̣͝R͈̲̻̫̯̙͟ͅ ̻Y͍̪̭͇̲͕͡ǪU̯̬̮.͔͕̮͕̥ ̴͉I̥̟͕̱͔̳Ṱ͕̩͔̖̼̥͟ ͇C̟̗̪͔̭͉̮A̺͙͚̟͘US̬̲E͍S̵̰̟̰͇͍̞̥ ͉͘U̗͙̰̙̱S̨̠ ̧͍G͖̣͚̦͙͜R͈̲͕̖̼̙E̡A̧T̸̗̙̟ ̱͉͔Ḑ͉ͅÌ̤͍̘̥̲̬S̞͇̯͙͕͢C̷̱̘̦̣͙O̹MFO̶R̫̱͍͚̖̮͠T͏̹̙̻.̜ ͍̞̯̰͈̘̩

GER: F͘R̟͕͎̦E̡̼͚̘̲̼E̛̙̞̻ ͇̩̹̮̩̜͘ͅH̢̯̠I҉̬͉̣̤̻͇̟M͡ ͇̠͠F͇̖̯̺̗̫̲R̞͓̟̜͖͈̬͡O̮̰̘͜Ḿ͙̝̪̼͉̘ͅ ̮͙͘TH̤̩̕I̘̗͔̰̭̘S̩̠͈͕ ̦̦PR̦E̩̖͉̮̱D̹Ḭ̬̯͙̦̫Ć̟͎͎A̧̙̠͕M̤͙̜͍̩͙̮͜È̺͈͔̳Ṋ̰͚͘T̺̱̯̳̩̙ ̬A͍N͙͍D̞̮̫͜ ҉̣̻̦̠̺̰E̶A͎S̛̪͇̦͖̺̲̭Ḛ̬̲̲̮̕ ̨̪͈̭̳͇̮H̲͍̪̹̩I̱̮̫͟S͙̮̞͓̩̮̫ ̲̥̼̫̖BU̧͓͍̗̯̗R̷͚̘̰͙DE̴̱͇̗͙̲N̯͕.͏͇͓̤̼ͅ.͟.̯̟͙͓̰ͅ

GER: ̫̫̳͇͡...O͎̣̭̜̫̩̞R҉̖̗̱̙ ̯̪͎̹̣͝E̩͇͜L̗͔͠S̷̰̭̤͙̫̱͔E̛̯ͅ.̨͓̜̮̥͇

*GER disappears into thin air*

Mista:

Mista: OR ELSE WHAT?

[In fact, I fear I am a jack-of-all-trades.]

[alicia-does-art]

I haven’t drawn a solo Mista in AGESSS