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  • chicinsilk
    18.04.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Iman wear a jacket and pants by Emanuel Ungaro Photo by Kourken Pakhchanian Vogue April 1st, 1973 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  • dongiornosangel
    17.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Ungalo when he farts and then asks if anyone smells popcorn

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  • dozydawn
    13.04.2021 - 5 days ago

    Shalom Harlow for Emanuel Ungaro RTW SS 1993

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  • dozydawn
    13.04.2021 - 5 days ago

    Shalom Harlow for Emanuel Ungaro RTW SS 1993

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  • dongiornosangel
    12.04.2021 - 6 days ago

    Look Ungalo’s hair may be the color of the slimy piece of algae that’s rotting away inside an old pool but without the cornrows???

    A shiny, thick, wavy waterfall. Like seriously. He can barely even comb it.  

    #my headcanons are bad #jjba #jjba stone ocean #ungalo#ungaro#ungsie bungsie
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  • dongiornosangel
    12.04.2021 - 6 days ago

    My taste in men is awful


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  • idkiwillfindone
    11.04.2021 - 6 days ago

    I didn’t want to ruin your day but Ungalo kinda looks like a sableye

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  • dozydawn
    11.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    Anna Getaneh and Ann Fiona for Emanuel Ungaro RTW SS 1990

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  • dongiornosangel
    11.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    Just something quick and self indulgent... ;v; 


    Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Character(s): Ungalo, Kjelle (OC) CW: Drugs, Strong Language Summary: Just Kjelle confessing her feelings for Ungalo during her first ever high. 

    ✂ ❦

    Maybe it was because of the lighting... yes, that must be it. Those ridiculous little fairy lights that Kjelle had put up in her living room for whatever reason. The small, light blue dots, so pathetic that they barely managed to keep the darkness of the night away. Why would she have them on? Hell, it wasn’t even Christmas or anything.

    Or maybe it was just because Ungalo had smoked a bit too much recently. That could also very well be the reason. He’d scored some good stuff yesterday... of course, that meant that at least a gram or even two would vanish inside him every day, until he was out of weed again and regretted it.

    Only God truly knows the reason why; but he found himself lost in Kjelle’s eyes as he passed the blunt to her. Even though it was so dark he couldn’t even see their color, he just kept on staring... and she stared right back, completely overlooking the orange glow of the lit joint, and the ash dropping onto the table. It felt like time stopped for a moment... never before had Ungalo experienced something like this. 

    A tiny glimpse of... something came up in the back of his mind. Hope? Fear? Not sure. Maybe both. Could this be what everyone talked about whenever they mentioned romance in any way? That spark? 

    No - no way. He shouldn’t be thinking such things. At this point, Ungalo had accepted that he would never find his fairytale love. That’s what he wanted to convince himself of at least. And yet, he couldn’t help but hope... the perfect setup to get his heart broken, stomped and spat on, just like every time he dared to hope for something good in his life. He felt annoyed with himself... but he still kept staring into her eyes, as if she had hypnotized him.

    “You’re so beautiful...”

    Kjelle’s voice suddenly broke the silence, leaving a heavy feeling in Ungalo’s chest. Could be bitterness. Could be the smoke. 

    “... What?”

    Even though Ungalo had heard her words; knew their meaning - he couldn’t piece them together. He couldn’t apply them on himself. The fact that these three words were used to describe him... it felt so surreal. Just how high was she?

    “You heard me... you’re beautiful. I mean... handsome.”

    “Man... Fuckin’ shut up...”

    Ungalo still couldn’t piece her words together in his head. He had just used his response to everything.

    “... That your first time smokin’?”, he attempted to change the subject... distract from this feeling. He glanced at the blunt he was still holding out to her, and Kjelle shakily took it between her fingers. She seemed uneasy, a bit like a rabbit in a cage, but at the same time there was this weird confidence in her eyes. The confidence of someone who felt that ease after the marijuana hits.

    “Sì...”, she simply said, and took a rather long drag, looking down at the table. Ungalo found himself strangely fascinated by the way the ember lit up, by how the smoke entered her body, and left it again through her mouth and nose after several seconds. When did he last share his blunt with someone? Right away, Kjelle handed it back to him, and seemed like she wanted to continue their conversation.

    “I don’t know if it’s... because I’m... so high right now...? But you’re really cute...”

    The young man scoffed and lifted the joint up to his lips... He half-successfully managed to ignore the wetness of her lips on the paper tip as he took a long drag. The smoke burnt all the way down into his lungs, but not nearly as much as the fact that she was ridiculing him like this.

    “Fuck. Yeah, it’s definitely ‘cause you’re so high. Don’t say stupid shit like that.”

    He went right back to smoking, wanting to numb that dull ache in his chest, but she seemed dissatisfied with his response. Before Ungalo could do anything about it, he felt Kjelle’s soft fingers on his cheek, and the heat of excitement rushed to his face - and his groin. When was the last time a girl touched him...? Was he really that desperate? 

    “It’s not stupid...”, she pouted.  “Ungalo... I think I love you...”

    White and purple dots began to dance in front of his eyes. His heart was racing... too much to weed. Yes. That must be why. There was no way someone would say that to him... right?

    And yet, the way she pronounced his name, she said she loved him... it made him feel so euphoric and  soft inside. Her italian accent was so incredibly charming, it made him feel like his stomach wanted to start dancing inside him - in a good way. How weird... what a funny, strange feeling.

    “What do you say...?”

    For how long had he been staring at her? Fuck. Ungalo gently shook his head, trying to somehow find his way back to reality.

    “You gotta be kidding...”

    “I’m not.”

    “You gotta be.”

    “No. I’m not.”

    “You’d settle for someone like me?”

    Kjelle hated the way he emphasized that. As if he were the most disgusting scum on earth. How, when he was the opposite to her? When he was a treasure chest full of surprises, some good, some bad? The longer she knew him, the more she wanted to find... she wanted to know every single treasure he had to offer.

    “I wouldn’t settle. I’d choose you. If you’d choose me too.”

    He didn’t believe this. No, that must be a dream. A hallucination. Maybe that stuff was spiked with something... well, he might as well enjoy it while it lasted...

    Kjelle was surprised when Ungalo leaned over to her a little, and beckoned her to get closer. He brought his lips closer to hers, and exhaled, allowing her to take in the smoke from the blunt... not the romantic kiss she’d expected, but pretty damn close. She inhaled... exhaled... closed her eyes.  

    “I’m... so high.”

    “Mhm, me too...”

    “My heart is racing...”

    Oh, right. Wasn’t she cardiophobic? Shit.

    “Can you hold me?”

    “What?? ... Fuck, yeah, fine...”

    There she was, crawling across the couch to lean against him... man, if this was a drug induced fantasy, he never wanted to sober up. 

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  • dongiornosangel
    10.04.2021 - 1 week ago
    #baby boy baby #you're so gross i love you #ungalo#ungaro#jjba #jjba stone ocean #ungsie bungsie#not mine
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  • dongiornosangel
    09.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    And we’ll try anything Just to be a kid once again

    Just to be a kid again 


    Characters: Ungalo [Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure; Hirohiko Araki] Kjelle Sofia Bucciarati [Original Character; mine]

    Click for better quality~ Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated ^°^

    #doneee #sadly it didn't turn out the way i would have liked it to #but hey #i think its not so bad after about a year of no art #my art#my work#digital art#fanart#jjba #jjba stone ocean #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #ungalo#ungaro#octag kjelle#kjungalo #artists on tumblr #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #tattoos#piercings#white hair
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  • dongiornosangel
    09.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    Seriously tho. Ungalo is the type to go from "Omg this is the nicest anyone's ever been to me 💖" to "THIS IS CHEAP FUCKING DISHWATER HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME LIKE THAT 😠" in 0.2 seconds

    #he throws the pepsi at the wall #ungalo#ungaro#ungsie bungsie
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  • dongiornosangel
    07.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    Headcanons I have about Ungalo because of Bohemian Rhapsody (and I'm totally not hoping the Anime will confirm them)


    Is this the real life?

    Is this just fantasy?

    - Ungalo spends most of his life in deep thought and/or high as fuck, so he often doesn't know whether he's tripping out or if this is really happening.

    Caught in a landside,

    No escape from reality

    - He constantly feels like his whole life is going downhill and he has no control. By trying to numb himself with drugs, he attempts to escape from that feeling, but it always catches up with him again.

    Open your eyes,

    Look up to the skies and see,

    - Occasionally, Ungalo tries to remind himself that he's, in fact, alive right now and his life is in his own hands, but it never lasts long until his next mood drop.

    I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,

    Because I'm easy come, easy go,

    Little high, little low,

    Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to

    Me, to me

    - Someone save this guy from himself. He's torn between extremes. He either soaks in his own self pity, or he hates himself so much he feels like he deserves the worst. But in the end, everything is pointless, meaningless. Everything is too much and at the same time not enough.

    (under the cut - trigger warning for murder, depression, suic*de attempt, drugs, religious trauma)


    Just killed a man,

    Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger,

    Now he's dead

    - Ungalo used to be very close with his mom. She wasn't a loving mother, but she was still the only person he had, and the only person he ever really cared about in his life. At some point in his youth, he committed a murder.

    Mamaaa, life had just begun,

    But now I've gone and thrown it all away

    - "Life had just begun for you, but now you've gone and thrown it all away"; those were her last words to him before she abandoned him. (thanks anon for this one)

    Mama, oooh,

    Didn't mean to make you cry,

    If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,

    Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

    - He couldn't handle the guilt. He couldn't handle how he must have made her feel. Ungalo decided to attempt suicide, in order to finally set her free, feeling like she deserved a better son - or no son at all.

    Too late, my time has come,

    Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all

    The time

    Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,

    Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

    - His friends, maybe also his mother, tried to stop him. But he was so fixated on his wish to die that he didn't let anyone stop him from attempting suicide.

    Mama, oooh

    I don't want to die,

    I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

    - His suicide attempt wasn't successful. He realized he didn't actually wish to die, but much rather not exist in the first place. People would always hurt because of him, whether he was alive or dead.

    I see a little silhouetto of a man,

    Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango!

    Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me

    Galileo, Galileo

    Galileo, Galileo

    Galileo, Figaro - magnifico

    - If he couldn't be a good person in looks or character, Ungalo wanted to make himself useful at least and find work. It was his first and only attempt to fulfill one of his dreams. Either to become an artist, or an actor.

    I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me

    He's just a poor boy from a poor family,

    Spare him his life from this monstrosity

    Easy come, easy go, will you let me go

    - But neither of his wishes ended up coming true. He was always judged by his looks and unstable personality; nobody wanted to hire him, especially not as an artist or actor. Even after begging and pleading, he was rejected.

    Bismillah! No, we will not let you go

    (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go

    (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go

    (Let me go) Will not let you go

    (Let me go)(Never) Never let you go

    (Let me go) (Never) let you go (Let me go) Ah

    No, no, no, no, no, no, no

    - Ungalo would even pray to God for his body to just give up the fight someday. He never directly attempted suicide again, because his mother would threaten him with "suicide is a sin", so he hoped for the drugs to kill him, but instead, he just got caught up in his own head and self hatred even more.

    Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go

    Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me,

    For meee

    - The devil? It's either him, or this life he's living. Maybe this is hell.

    So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye

    So you think you can love me and leave me to die

    Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,

    Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

    - Whenever there is a small chance, just a tiny chance of him getting better, it scares him so much he doesn't want to take it. He doesn't deserve it. It makes him angry. Why would anyone love him? Bullshit. He's just gonna get wrecked again. Like he always does.

    Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,

    Nothing really matters,

    Nothing really matters to me

    Any way the wind blows...

    - Again... numbness. He's just walking through his own life like a zombie, begging for relief, begging for everything to be over. Who cares if he's on the street? Who cares if he dies under a bridge? Who cares where he gets his food money and drugs from? They never wanted him... and he doesn't want them either.

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  • dongiornosangel
    06.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    I’m slowly getting where I want to be ^°^

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  • dongiornosangel
    05.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    I am very excited for Stone Ocean can you tell

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  • dongiornosangel
    04.04.2021 - 2 weeks ago


    Is Ungalo’s hair blonde or green

    #i need to KNOW for CONSISTENCY #ungalo#ungaro#jjba#ungsie bungsie
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  • dozydawn
    01.04.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    Adriana Karembeu for Emanuel Ungaro RTW FW 1996

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