Made This Cus I Was Bored

YALL OLD PROJECT OF ME AND @cheetoyoin

they never finished their part tho 😔

I did Kars, Valentine, and Pucci, cheetyoin did the others (bro I CANNOT draw Pucci)

bro also lowkey did not wanna draw dio

There’s no Toru cus I didn’t finish jojolion by then

if ykyk

please tell me this is funny, or my humor broken frfr-

please I’m lonely 😭😭😭

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

I PAINTED BRUNO FOR RHE FIRST TIME

Ik I messed up a bit but I haven’t painted in awhile and idk how to do skin tones 😭🤚

Old art I’m very fond of (including 3d)

DIGITAL EDITION ✨✨✨✨✨

(some of these r from 2023 and a lot r on Roblox)

I think I’ve gotten worse-

I read @yescking’s streamer au and so I just had to do this 😞🤚

“MY TEAMMATES ARE ALL MORONS‼️🔥🔥🔥”

I HAD BIRTHED HIM

he is @ask-crappy-mista

GUESS WHO JUST BOUGHT LAWS SWORD WITH LEDS IN IT????

me 😊

me when my favorite YouTuber turns out to be a pedo:

I deleted the old one so I can post the finished first chapter :) (I still have more editing to do but I need my friend to read it for approval)

Jojo school au

Bruabba & Fugio  (ProRis???) gus y not??

Gio: 15 Fugo:15 Naranica: 16 Trish:16 Mista:18 Bruno & Abba: 25

Rest of teachers: 23-42

(gio is an transfer student from japan last year)

Trish moved to Napoli in late June, about a week after the school year ended and lives with her uncle Doppio after her father was stabbed to death by a homeless man on drugs. Doppio is a bit strange, but overall welcoming. This house just so happens to be next to Naranica’s house (and Abbachio’s +bruno, because Narancia’s mother died and his father didn't want him)

Abbacchio is the English teacher. He has a select few favorite students (cough cough NARANCIA cough cough) he’s like a grumpy grouch but he does care.

Bruno would teach social studies (because they are the best teachers. He gives the least amount of homework and actually makes the lessons fun.

People suspect something homosexual going on with Bruno and Abbacchio (they are right. They are married but literally only Trish and Narancia knows about it)

EXPLANATION!: Bruno and Abbacchio are the type of teachers that don't really go into their personal lives at school that much. Narancia & Trish think that its a kind of secret (it really isn't, like they can be seen going home in the same car) so they never tell anyone.

Fugo and Giorno got together last year after a painfully long year of pining for each other 

Narancia treats trish like the sister hes never had and vice versa

Mista is a senior and watches over the rest of the gang, he drives everyone else places.

La Squadra timeeeee

RisPro: Ris is 38 and pro is 35 (they met 7 years ago :[) )

Risotto is the student guidance counselor

Prosciutto is the librarian/music teacher 

Melo-Ghia: ghia:17 melo:18

The rest of them have no ships :) (no sorbet and gelato)

All of them are teachers except for Melone, Ghia, and pesci.

Illuso is a lunch lady (so is Formaggio but instead he hates kids and likes weed

                         TRISH POV

It was a new school year, in a beautiful fall, the leaves of the trees were orange in Napoli and there was a slight chill in the air. The typical friend group of Fugo, Giornio, Mista, Narancia, and Trish (She's a new student, they met her in august) sauntered to their school, they were about a quarter way there.

Fugo and Giorno are hand in hand, (much to the cringing of their peers) as they started going out during the summer. Narancia and Mista were talking nonsense, blabbering about some sport. Trish wasn’t paying attention, still mad at Narancia for his pestilance earlier on the day. Simply because he is a boy doesn’t mean he is above dressing up, right?

Surely she’s never had a brother before, she wasn’t sure how this whole “sibling” thing works. But alas, did he have to refuse trying on clothes for her? They were the same size and all (much to her dismay, but I digress)

She hears her name called out from behind, my my my, it’s the one and only Pesci! They had met at the movies and had become good friends. He asks her what girls like, he has a girl in his class that he wants to impress and Trish is the only other girl he knows (It’s sad, truly). 

“What?” Trish remarked, tilting her head slightly. She couldn't hear over those bumbling idiots (Mista and Naranica) in front of her.

“I said, what kind of gifts do girls like?” Pesci said, raising his voice

“How am I supposed to know?” She retorted back, she was irritable this morning “Go ask Ghiaccio or something…” She grumbled, dismissing him. (Giacchio worked at the movies, the two never really clicked but she knew Pesci was friends with him)

With a sigh, Pesci walked back defeatedly, he was just gonna skip school today then.

Later on, the group arrived at their school, and despite having to go to school and all, her mood was starting to get better. They all waved goodbye as they left for their classes, Fugo and Giorno give each other a kiss before parting.

“Bleh” is all Trish can think before walking off to class.

She sat in the back of the class after having to introduce herself. Her geology teacher, Mr.Secco, look at her as if to judge her out fit, not like he could say anything himself. Compared to her jacket, crop-top, and highwaisted jeans, his outfit looked hideous, with his ground colored turtleneck, dark blue pants, and his ugly orange glasses. The only thing good about him was his hair. 

Anyway, she doodles on her palm as he meanders along about things Trish deems meaningless. She blanks out for the rest of this class until the next teacher comes in.

Trish gets bored and tired quickly, fiddling with her studded earrings, getting to know the people she sat next to (she’s very sociable), she even takes 2 naps.

Were schools in Napoli this boring?

She heads to lunch, looking as if she took a tumbleweed crayon to the face (she didn’t have time to do her makeup this morning and her eyebags r showing 😔)

She scanned the room for her friends, she only saw Fugo and Narancia, what means that either the others are skipping or they got in trouble. She was inclined to believe the latter. But most importantly, why is Fugo here but Giorno isn’t? (Those two are glued by the hip and sometimes, it scares Trish)

She ignored it for now, not wanting to get into Fugo’s business and just sat next to her “brother”.

He starts talking about whatever, Trish doesn’t remember nor care enough to recall what it was. Well she wasn’t paying attention until she heard Giornos name.

“Wait can you repeat that!?” She demanded, it wasn’t really a question. Fugo still sulks, not touching his food. This prompts Trish to grab a grape while Narancia is talking.

“GioGio brought a frog into math so he’s getting detention!” Narancia whines, this means he can’t pester Giorno about homework. Fugo refuses to help him, for his mental heath and for Narancia physical.

A sigh of relief leaves Trish, she thought Fugo and Gio broke up! That would be a hell storm for the entire friend group and a pain in the ass to deal with.

…

“Anything worth gossiping about?” Trish sighed out resting her head on her palm

“Mr.Nero and Mr.P were caught kissing today” Fugo says, giving her the same attitude.

Trish stood up quickly and slammed her palms on the table, startling the tired albino “Holy shit! Wait whattt! You’ve know about that and DIDN’T tell me?!?!” She snaps at Fugo, he had gossip and yet he was just letting her rot away without knowing. That should be a crime!

…

A bunch of people were staring as the room hushed. Trish cleared her throat and sat back down, her face coated in embarrassment. She quietly and quickly apologized and the room went back to its former state. 

Narancia bursts out laughing once the sound is back, Trish shoots him a glare. His annoyingly innocent laugh was enough to trick some adults, but not her. 

“You better expect a beating when we get home” She warns, Narancia stops, not wanting to be hit by a slipper again.

Eventually, it was time for them to head back to class. She sits near the front this time, Mr.Abbacchio will be here soon and he would want Trish to sit up front. 

He enters the room with a “I don’t wanna be here, fuck you all” expression, aka his resting face. Trish lets her bubblegum pink hair (A color around FF5C8A 😋) out of her ponytail, letting it fall to her shoulders. The hair covers up the earbuds in her ear, they were a birthday gift from Mista (the only one she used often).

Assuming it was her Walkman, Narancia’s old one from years back, she hit play on the music. She was fully expecting Cyndi Lauper and the Spice Girls. She was then greeted by “Uh, that felt good Does it baby? Yeah, rub my back for me Where do you want-“ She nearly screamed. Narancia what the fuck! She looked down at the Walkman and saw the Doggystyle CD in there. She grunts annoyed as she removes her earbuds, Abbacchio’s hoarse voice filling her ears instead.

The day was long and tiresome (you could say she’s had a “Hard Days Night”), she had walked home with Narancia, not bothering to wait for Giorno in detention like Mista and Fugo. Once at her house, she had laid in her bed. She heard a knock on the bedroom door. 

“Come in..” She tiredly announced.

Doppio walked into the room with a cup of tea. Trish smiled wearily as he set it on her night stand. Seeing the mood she was in, he hadn’t said anything. He only kissed her forehead, like her father used to, and left. Trish drank some of the tea, it scalded her throat and she decided to wait for it to cool down a bit.

She walks to the window facing Narancia’s house. It was getting dark out so it was easier to tell he was still up. She picked up a large flashlight from under her windowsill (for communication purposes) and shone it at his window. She had put a hot pink film over the flashlight so now it shone pink. He opened his curtains and she turned out the light.

“WHAT!” He shouted so she can hear him

“ASK MR.BUCCIARATI IF I CAN COME OVER! ALSO DONT YOU DARE ASK MR. ABBACCHIO, HES GONNA SAY NO!” She yelled back. 

Narancia closed his curtains as she waited at her window. About 5 minutes later, she saw a silhouette at the window, Narancia peaked his head out the window again and yelled “SORRY, WE CAN’T RIGHT NOW, THEY SAID THEY ARE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!”.

With a groan of disappointment, she closes her window, shuts her curtains, and sits on her bed, waiting for the day to be over.

idk if I’m gonna try to get an ao3 account but I enjoyed writing this, feedback is appreciated :))))

EDIT: I meant tumbleweed as an adjective, not a noun 😔