#☣️ {A little glass vial? Viridian}

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I know I haven’t been on here in awhile but here’s some artwork I did of Viridian and Risotto.

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[ ☣ ] - “What? Oh, no, no, no! I don’t want to get in trouble or anything. And you’ve already helped me so much already.” Viridian waved her hands around nervously, as if she were being watched herself. “I mean— I guess I could think about it but are you sure?”

She looked at him hopefully. Like, yeah, insurance covered most of it but there were those months where she would get charged the full price. It might be helpful and he said it was risk free after all but…. But still.

...

At the restaurant, Viridian was trying to ignore the curious stares of onlookers. She knew she must look terrible right now. “Yeah…. I’ll—“ Viridian began to speak in her soft and tired voice, lifting a hand to wave Giorno goodbye before getting cut off by the abrupt noise of a car honking.

“EEP!” The sudden appearance of Giorno’s powerful stand make her nearly drop her new kitten, but she managed to keep it safe. Tense shoulders finally dropped down to relax when she realized that they seemed to be people that her companion-for-the-day knew.

Thank. Goodness.

“I promise!” She nodded earnestly at his request. Viridian knew that getting this kitten back home to the US miiiiight be a bit of a challenge, but she knew she might be able to convince Rowan. There was no way she’d give this new pet of hers up. “I’ll be in contact! I promise that too!”

Watching the car drive off, Viridian bit her lip and turned around to begin searching for Rowan. They had agreed to meet around here and it seemed like—

“There you are.”

“Aah! Rowan!”

She practically jumped two feet in the air at his sudden appearance. He had clearly been running all this time, judging from the way his ragged breathing had overtaken him and the stray leaves and vines that had covered his Victorian jacket and antlers.

“I’ve been trying to call you but you haven’t been answering.” He huffed, trying to catch his breath. Dang. It looked like the man really had been running all this time if his somewhat supernaturally charged body was getting winded. Viridian did feel bad, admittedly. “You look like a mess. Are you okay?! Just where on earth have you been— And WHY do you have a cat?!”

“Speak for yourself.” She huffed, holding the orange tabby defensively, “And stop asking so many questions at once! I’ll tell you in a bit! I just want to go get cleaned up and have something to eat because I am TIRED.”

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Viridian had been curled up under her covers. She was understandably exhausted from all the stress and chaos (and from all the comfort food she ate afterwards). The kitten, who oddly smelled like cinnamon for some reason, was snuggling peacefully next to her head. When the door had a knock, it was Rowan who went to go and answer it. He was still on high alert and unable to sleep, and wouldn’t have made Viridian answer the door anyways after finding out that she had been apparently interacting with members of the mafia.

“…”

“What is it?” Her voice called out. Ah. She was still awake.

“A package for you… There’s no name, however...” Rowan held it up against the light, as if carefully examining it for any signs that it might be dangerous or having been tampered with.

“Oh…. I’ll take it.” Viridian held out her hand, and although he hesitated, Rowan silently handed her the box and watched her open it. A soft smile crept across Viridian’s lips once she got a good look at what it was.

‘Funny….’ She thought to herself. 'This whole thing began and ended with me losing my phone.'

Oh yes. He knew all about how exploitative many pharmaceutical companies were. This was one of the reasons why he was working to overhaul Passione's drug trade, instead of completely dismantling it. It could help a lot of people if he did this right.

"You know... if you're willing to trust me again, I could set you up with a dealer to get your medication for a far more reasonable price. Completely risk-free. To make up for getting you into this mess," he smiled, a brief spark of mischief in his eyes. "Just keep this between you and me."

He held out his hands to hold the kitten, then stiffened when she tackled him-

Wait. No. She was... hugging him?

Giorno gazed down at the woman, still uncomprehending. Then her words registered and his heart thumped hard with emotion. He shook slightly, lowering his head like he wanted to curl into the embrace, but all he did was ease one arm out to awkwardly pat her back, still carefully holding the kitten in his other hand, until she pulled away. He felt an odd mixture of relief and disappointment.

"No repayment needed. I'm really just happy to help. This is the reason why I've chosen this path to walk down on." That... probably made no sense whatsoever to someone who knew nothing about his dream, especially when he seemed to be working for an actual mafia, the complete opposite of good intentions, but Giorno was still a little out of sorts from that hug. He cleared his throat and handed the kitten back to her, then decided to try to fix his hair to compose himself again.

"Right. The restaurant. This way."

It didn't take too long for them to reach their destination. Giorno hadn't driven far before they'd crashed.

"This is where we part ways, I suppose. You'll be alright here? It was a pleasure meeting y-"

BEEEEEP!!

A loud horn cut through the air just then, followed by the revving of a car engine charging up behind him.

Giorno tensed and turned back sharply, Gold Experience appearing by his side in an instant, ready to fight again, then the car screeched to a halt by the curb next to him, and a familar voice reached his ears.

"OI, GIORNO!! You cagacazzo, where the hell have you been??" A young blond boy about Giorno's age was leaning out the side window of the driver's seat, yelling at him. Another boy, just a few years older, was in the backseat, his elbow propped up against the window with his cheek in his hand, looking a little bored.

Giorno let out a breath of relief and amusement and withdrew his Stand. Well, that took care of trying to track down Fugo and Mista. "Sorry. My phone was muted. I'll be there in a moment!" He glanced back at Viridian. "It's okay. They're my friends. I... should be going now. Take care of the il gattino for me. And you, you be a good micione, va bene?" he directed that last part at the kitten, crouching slightly to coo over him affectionately, stroking his tiny little head, then smiled and backed up towards the car, giving them both a little wave. "I will be in contact."

He slid into the front passenger seat next to Fugo, his expression rapidly falling serious again as he started to speak to him and Mista lowly, updating them on the situation. They drove off, leaving Viridian with the kitten in her arms.

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There was one last surprise for her, later that evening.

A bellhop delivered a small, neatly wrapped box to Viridian's hotel room. Within it, should she decide to open it, was... her phone. Completely intact, with only light scuff marks to show for the fall it had taken. Somehow it had survived the chaos, and apparently someone had retrieved it for her. There was nothing else within it but a short note, in neat cursive handwriting:

You dropped this again. :)

It was not signed, but Viridian probably could guess who it was from.

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Here’s some artwork I did of all the goths :)

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@caestusvulpes

'Hello Hikari Nakama,

I am a woman who lives in Las Vegas, USA. My brother Rowan and I are in dire need of your services. I heard about you and found out that you are a strong stand user who is able to help others around the world. We are stand users ourselves. I was hoping you would be able to help us with some people that have been trying to hurt us for something that is completely outside of our control. We've done nothing wrong, and yet they continue to try and cause us grief in spite of that. I would be willing to set up a phone call and explain more if that is easier than communicating through email. Attached below is my phone number. I will be willing to pay whatever price you name. My brother has been getting so stressed out because of this, and I'm determined to get this settled once and for all.

Sincerely,

Viridian Lovat.'

With blurry and tear-stained eyes, Viridian read over the email once, and then twice more just to make sure there were no typos. Not that it mattered, anyways. It was far too difficult for her to think straight right now. She had typed the whole thing up in a hurry as soon as she had gotten home from the hospital, trying to make things go as quickly as possible. She tried not to think about the fact that the person might not even read the email that quickly in the first place thanks to not even living in the same time zone as them. Viridian had to try, though. She hoped the email sounded precise and polite enough.

'Well,' Viridian thought to herself, 'Here goes nothing.'

She took a deep breath, and clicked on 'send.'

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And have a WIP screenshot of the goths while I’m still here xP

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[ ☣ ] - ❝ —!! ❞

Her amethyst colored eyes widened at the sudden sensation of a large finger ‘shushing’ her directly over her lips.

Viridian had intended on giving him a verbal answer, but it looked like that wasn’t going to be the case. All it caused was the sensation of her cheeks growing hot from shyness and something else that she couldn’t quite explain yet. There was something about the vampire’s voice and words that pulled her in along with the way he gently caressed her hair.

Dismissing the voice in the back of her head that told her that this was a huge mistake, the “little human” settled on giving him a slow and careful nod of acknowledgment. It truly did entice her.

No one else would be able to give her the words and touch she was practically starved of her whole life. That much was certain.

❝ it can be, if you wish it so. ❞   and she so obviously does, judging by the way she is reacting to his touch. what a delightful acquisition she will make.

❝ does my proposition entice you? ❞   before viridian can open her mouth to respond, dio silences her with a manicured finger pressed firmly to her lips, beaming with unbridled confidence.   ❝ shhh. save your breath, little human, for i already know your answer. it is useless to resist me. ❞

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cont. from here

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Viridian didn't know any Italian other than the words for "bathroom" and "water", so she was relieved to see someone who spoke English.

"Uh huh...." The goth smiled sheepishly, taking the phone back. "Good thing. Thanks again."

She didn't remember dropping it at all; surely, she would have noticed at least that happening? Viridian was usually careful with that sort of thing, but that didn't seem to be the case. She examined the phone carefully, before letting out a long sigh and putting the phone back in her purse. This time, she made sure that the zipper of the purse was secured. She didn't even want to think about what could've happened if she didn't have her phone for the rest of the trip!

"Um, yeah, I'm a tourist..." Viridian admitted shyly with a small smile. She figured it was obvious, judging from her belongings and her mannerisms that would only belong to the Southwest of the USA. A small part of her was wondering why the blonde teenager was being so friendly to her, but she was just glad that someone was here to help. "And yes please! I was wondering if you knew where this museum was? I'm supposed to meet up with my brother there."

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not sure if rowan’s counts as a bingo, but oh well. it’s close enough 🤷‍♀️

*he can be, for manipulation purposes

**he comes across as either mischievous or deathly serious, depending on his mood

***only a little, but he knows some dirty phrases 😉

+depends on his mood, and only to manipulate

[ ☣ ] - ❝ … Hey…. Why even bother commenting on my height? ❞

[ ☠ ] - ❝ Eh, no loss here. ❞

[ ✞ ] - ❝ Forgive me, but I must say: I am genuinely surprised that you don’t play any musical instruments. ❞

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tag dump because most of my current tags don't work and honestly the fancy text ain't worth it tbh.

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“Focal impaired awareness seizures aren’t as recognized unfortunately. Look them up if you get a chance!” Zee said this all in a matter-of-fact manner, yet in a cheerful tone at the same time. It was as if she were that teacher or friend who clearly cared, yet never wasted time beating around the bush. “If it’s more than five minutes, get her to the hospital with however you got here so dang quickly earlier, but I think she’ll be coming around soon.”

“Oh! Like the Beatles’ song? Cute!” The stand placed both of its metallic neon green hands to its cheek in a gasping motion at the mention of the name. “I’ll be sure to tell Vi later whenever she gets all settled and calmed down. She’s going to be so confused and upset when she wakes up, poor thing.”

As if Viridian listened to that last bit of the conversation, she began to stir, like she was beginning to awaken from a long nap. It was subtle, but noticeable enough when her lashes fluttered, and her breathing began to quicken. This didn’t stop Zydrate Anatomy from continuing on filling Hikari in with her explanation.

“Stone Mask? We haven’t heard about any stone masks but if that’s one way they’re made or something, there’s other ways that a human can be turned into one. I should know— Vi’s brother told her about it multiple times.”

Zee put a finger to its lips, finally putting a genuinely serious expression on its face as it continued. “When his pregnant mommy was close to dying, the vampire who was involved in the accident that nearly caused her death offered his blood to revive her. That’s how her stepbrother was born and became a half vampire."

Now the stand was speaking quickly, as if it were trying to say as much as it objectively could before its user could add to the conversation. "There’s actually a lot more of those guys than you might realize. There’s a coven somewhere with them, and their leader is trying to kill Rowan for being “a half breed” or whatever you want to call it. They definitely do have stands, and the thing about the leader is that his stand has no combat ability whatsoever, but he makes up for it in other ways. The first time he came around, it was actually their friend Nik who killed the guy with his own stand. Put him in the sunlight and everything and he crumbled into itty bits of dust, but then a couple of weeks later—“

“God, my head hurts…” Viridian mumbled, taking in a big breath and placing a hand to her head.

“Oh! Sweet pea…” Zydrate Anatomy didn’t hesitate to turn to Viridian, placing its hand on her shoulder. “You’re okay… I was just talking to Hikari here.”

“Hikari….?” Viridian looked confused, slowly lifting her eyes to gaze at her surroundings. “Wait, what happened? Why are you talking to her…?”

“You were having another seizure. I’m sorry, but you’re okay now…” Zee began rubbing concentric circles along Viridian’s back, glancing up at Hikari as if waiting for her to say something.

"Ah, my-- hah, thank y' very much." Hikari's face was flush with embarassment, the disembodied arm of her Stand waving politely before disappearing like it never existed at all. She wasn't used to getting flirted with by strangers-- that was typically reserved for her joking friends at work. The attention wasn't something she was used to, so the confident agent in front of Zee merely demurely averted her eyes.

She slowly stepped over to the couch as Zee lead Viridian along, eyeing her balance carefully. "I've seen grand mal seizures before, but not ones like hers. I'm glad she's gonna be fine, but... if she takes a nosedive, jus' let me know an' I'll get her t'a hospital real quick, alright?" And for good measure, Hikari minimized her stopwatch app and pulled up a photo of the closest hospital and analyzed it, storing the information in her mind's eye. "Y'already know m'name from yer User, but m'Stand's name is Mother Nature's Son. MNS is fine too, if that's a mouthful. She don't care either way."

Part of her was glad she wasn't concious enough to recall a traumatic incident. Hikari was aware she didn't have the full picture yet-- but she didn't expect to be filled in by a Stand. Then the vampire thing was brought up again, and the warmth in Hikari's cheeks faded away to deathly seriousness. "I work alongside vampires, and I've fought against vampires. I've never once heard've a vampire carin' 'bout either their offspring'r another-- prolly 'cause there ain't many vampires about in the first place. Every recorded Stone Mask has either been destroyed, researched, or placed in the Foundation's hands t'keep safe..."

Unless there was another Mask cache out there. Unless there were more vampires originally thought. Maybe that's how LaBrie got his mask in prison... which sets a very dangerous precedent. People would kill for that immortality and power-- and historically, they have.

"Do they have Stands? That's a really important tidbit I hafta know before I fight 'em. Vampiric Stands are constantly developin' their powers-- t'near infinity. Their power is near limitless, an' Stands reflect that. Fightin' a vampire with a Stand ain't impossible, no matter how strong they are, but it sets the stage fer what I'm gonna be dealin' with once I start takin' care've yer... problem."

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Based off of a twitter drawing challenge

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Their Halloween costumes lol

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What’s your energy?

Viridian has chaotic idiot energy

[ ☣ ] - ❝ What the heck? Excuse me? ❞

Rowan has smol uwu energy

[ ✞ ] - ❝ …. ❞

Nik has ultimate bitch energy

[ ☠ ] - ❝ Can’t deny that. ❞

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…. Work in progress

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Some drawings I did way long ago of demon Rowan and Viridian. I should do new and updated versions. Bonus curse points for Rowan smiling

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Some drawings from last year where I genuinely tried to make them look like part 3 characters

(This was before I started drawing Rowan with lipstick)