#Dante Bowe

[queen-daya]

Song of the Day-Sunday Worship (3/5/23)

“I Thank God” by Maverick City and UPPERROOM

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Dante Bowe

[nucreatureministry]

Dante Bowe: A Musical Journey from Gospel to R&B

The world of music is a dynamic and ever-evolving realm, with artists often exploring different genres to express their creativity. Dante Bowe, a talented musician and songwriter, has embarked on a remarkable journey, transitioning from the realm of gospel music to the captivating world of R&B. This essay delves into Dante Bowe’s musical evolution, the influences that shaped his artistic path,…

[letras2wi]

Dante Bowe - Need Somebody Lyrics

Dante Bowe – Need Somebody Lyrics, Letra Dante Bowe Have you ever given your all to somebody And still there was nothing in return? Tried your best to break through all the walls But you’re the only one that ends up hurt Have you cried all night till the early morning? Checked your phone but nobody was calling? Before it gets better it might get worse I think that’s how this works We all, we all,…

[kematian-disreally]

"Mum, can we buy Fran and Mr. Midnight?"

"But we already have Fran and Mr Midnight at home."

Fran and Mr Midnight at home:

[sunoovamp]

i think that when you kiss me, you're kissing someone else.

are you kissing another girl ? or are you kissing a boy ?

[trainingdummyrabbit]

Hand over your thoughts on dante limbus company

they r so painfully my character archetype in a very potent way that i cant think about too hard or else they are going to permanently alter my brain chemistry in a way thats going to send me into realization # whateverthefuck

but um um. my bias for amnesiacs aside, the fact that theyre just trying their fucking best means the whole world to me. the bit in c5 where its ". :( wait were not friends.?? oh." it was OVER. like it been was over but that just kinda hit th last nail in yknow. like ah. ok. oh. ok. fuck. goddamnit. um

i technically havent watched all of limbus yet so i cant speak for them as much as id like to, but they r putting smthn in that thang thats gonna kill me. i keep getting little pings in my heart about it and those pings are rarely wrong. that motherfucker is hiding something and i cant wait for them to kill me about it. you understand.

anyway theyre a character i refuse to listen to anyone else talk about too deeply because This Ones Personal(tm). dante you are so stupid i would kill for you. thankyou

[ndostairlyrium]

Aw I was wrong

But La Cate being badass was a treat u-u

[rabidblasphemy]

I jist wish people liked stuff i liked too and not anyone but also people i talk to. Idk.

[t4tdanvis]

TRAVIIIIIIIIIII i love travis my silly little guy

i drew my redesign for them bc i love how it turned out :> star's so silly yippeeeeee

[cerezzzita]

That's it. That's the caption.

some quick werewolf!dante hcs ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ( cw: mentions of pregnancy, breeding, no use of pronouns but reader Can get pregnant ... )

when he's younger and still trying to get used to his intense heats, definitely expect dante to rut against you and gently beg for you to let him use you until he feels better. ♡

you've both developed a strong bond, so sometimes all he does is move your underwear to the side and slip himself inside you.

when transformed, he for sure has big dumb white ears, and a long fluffy white tail! he has white fur enveloping his body, which sometimes tickles you. :)

he has a bad habit of biting, when it's purposeful -- he'll find your neck or shoulder, and bite down til he's left his mark. when it's accidental, it's usually because his mouth doesn't know what to do or where to go, so he resorts to biting you, the soft plush of your skin a comfort. if he draws blood, he'll lap it up greedily.

dante has a knot .. i mean what did you expect lol. he gets so excited to just be inside you, that he can't help himself. afterwards when you try to move, he softly whines, pulling you back into him, mumbling something about 'being stuck here for 30 minutes or so...'

on the more sfw side, dante loves having his ears pet / massaged ( by you only! ) soft rumbles of pleasure, and pitiful whining when you stop. he nuzzles his nose into your shoulder, trying to get even closer to you, like he wants to become one.

in general he's very territorial protective, and hates seeing you talking to other people in general. it's sweet sometimes, and also annoying. he's huffing and desperately grabbing at you, with those stupid puppy eyes.

he claims it was an accident, but you can now find yourself with ruined clothing 99% of the time. dante shrugs it off, pulling you into a tight embrace and casually telling you to just be nude!

above all, he love love loves to eat you out, huffing against you, whimpering out how good you taste. his tail shamelessly wags, holding you right against his mouth, refusing to let you go even when you're quivering and crying out. he'll let up after making you cum a few more times when your voice is broken, and your hand is weakly pushing at his head.

dante loves the idea of breeding .. while he wouldn't really want kids, ( maybe with you ♡ ), he can't help but go crazy when you even bring it up. for hours all he does is fuck you, and while you're on the pill, you can't help but think that his stupid werewolf cum will override that and actually make you pregnant. he coos to you, saying how you'd be a good parent to his pups, rubbing his face on your tummy, feeling the bulge that has formed from his cum.

[letras2wi]

Dante Bowe - Wind Me Up Lyrics

Dante Bowe – Wind Me Up (feat. Anthony B) [Official Music Video] Lyrics, Letra Dante Bowe Intro DB feature Anthony B we say Ya ga yo, ya ya ga yo Ya ga yo, ya ya ga yo yo Ya ga yo, ya ya ga yo Ya ga yo, Ya ga yo yo Verse 1: Dante Bowe Where are you now? Now that I need you the most, you can’t be found And all you ever wated to do is break me down No more fallin’ out into pieces No, I ain’t…

[dianedantedominic]

[open starter]

The souls of DLC, Ethan, Selena, Michael, Lee and Charlie decided that they wanted to try out this D&D thing.

The good thing was that Diane was an excellent Dungeon Master, being she was there when the game came out, and she decided to host a simple warm-up game with them plus Dante, who was also around when the game was popular.

"The six cultists shove to you the ground, bow before the massive green dragon and shout 'Oh Great One, we have brought you this gold and sacrifice as tribute to your greatness! Please, accept our offering!"

"..Well shit, Ethan dead ig..."

"Bye Ethannn."

"The dragons thanks the cultists and looks down at your from it's massive height, asking if you had any last words. What do you say?"

"...I look up, and say... I have brought these six cultists and this gold, as tribute to your greatness."

"OH SHIT..."

"...Roll for persuasion."

"17 plus 2."

"...The dragon says 'I like you. Duck'."

"...I duck?"

"The dragon incinerates the cultists with it's poison breath and flies away with it's gold, leaving you unharmed."

"...Oh my gods I thought I was dead."

"Honestly? So did I."

[@rayof-damnsunshine] for tag list.

[zeravmeta]

generally i dont think nightingale would be sad or distraught per se of dantes taking his final bow and leaving for good but i do think she would have some recollection of the ghost that followed the chaldean master through hell and back and would literally be gudas personal antibody fighting against the rot and curses which had always threatened to overwhelm them and nightingale would then remember how he also tried to extend this mercy(?) to her by literally naming her after his previous wife and playing the role of a protector/guide the same way the count burned himself up in the name of their master all for the sake of someone caught in an unfair situation whom he would do nothing but extend a helping hand towards not for justice or idealism but for personal retribution and nightingale would empathize with the king of curses whose own determination was so great it rendered him incomprehensible to all others except the very few who would show him kindness and understanding regardless and then nightingale after all that would still see this guy in the kitchen setting himself on fire while shouting how much he loves guda and decide that a chair in his frontal lobe was necessary after all

[philistiniphagottini]

Dante. Dante is ready to feast from any fucking position 💦💦

Oh my god Rev, you are so right how could I forget about the og of pussy eating? Lol thanks for indulging my horny, I had to write this as soon as I woke up hope you enjoy <3

cw. smut, oral sex (fem receiving), wet & messy, female reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

The moment Dante spotted the pair of booty shorts sticking out of the bottom of your ridiculously oversized shirt, it was over for you. The neurons on his prehistoric brain activated and he was raring to go, begging and pleading with you to bend you over the nearest sturdy surface so he could, in Dante’s words:

“Eat that pussy.”

A soft squeal fell from your parted lips, followed by a bout of giggles as Dante manhandled you, pushing you over the sturdy arm rest of the leather sofa, until your back was bowed and your arse was flaunted in the air. He fell to his knees behind you, the short stubble of his beard scratching against your skin as he dragged his lips over your thick thighs, leaving behind a blazing trail of fire and causing heat to pool into the pit of your stomach. You squirmed as his strong hands anchored to your plump hips, squeezing your skin until the soft pudge spilled between his splayed fingers. His touch was scorching hot and your blood started to simmer in your veins the longer he toyed with you, leaving behind indents of his teeth just beneath the skin that peeked out from the bottom of your shorts. A soft huff fell from your parted lips, blowing a few stray strands of hair out of your eyes as you threw your voice over your shoulder.

“Hurry up Dante” you griped. “Stop teasing me.”

“Don’t rush me babe~” Dante cooed softly at you in response.

He smothered his head between your thick thighs as he hungrily mouthed at your clothed pussy, nose pressed into the fabric as he took a deep breath and inhaled your intoxicating scent. The seat of your panties were soaked, the wet seam of your cunt dripping as beads of arousal pooled between the soft insides of your thighs. Dante’s fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your shorts, the digits teasingly dipping below and teasing the skin as your nerves tingled like a live wire. Before you could offer up another complaint, he sharply tugged both your shorts and underwear down in one, swift movement, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry gaze. The articles of clothing dangled uselessly around your ankles as you were pushed further against the couch, the arm digging uncomfortably into your soft belly as your fat tits threatened to spill out of your shirt. 

Every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation, goosebumps prickling along your flesh as Dante grabbed the scruff of your arse and spread your cheeks wide until you were intimately exposed. The hot knot in your stomach twisted tighter as Dante let out a soft whistle, his hot breath fanning over your creamy folds as pearls of arousal dribbled from your drooling center.

“All this for me?” Dante said as a warm chuckle breezed past his lips. “You’re treating me to a feast.”

You wriggled your hips enticingly, rocking back into the warm touch of Dante’s hands as a breathy moan stirred in the back of your throat. 

“Eat up.”

Dante didn’t need to be told twice. A blistering moan tumbled from your bruised lips as he sealed his lips over your pulsing warmth and stuffed your gorgeous pussy into his mouth. You raked your fingers across the couch cushions, desperate to find purchase as a new wave of heat blossomed in the pit of your stomach and made your head spin. Your breathing stuttered, lungs pinching in your chest and long lashes fluttering over your burning cheeks at the slick sound of Dante’s lips smacking together. A groan vibrated between your thighs as he suckled at your puffy folds, strong hands pawing at the fat of your shapely arse before lazily swatting at the skin. Your eyes fluttered wildly as a moan bubbled up your parched throat, tongue feeling like lead in your mouth as you struggled to peel it from the pocket of your cheek. Dante lacked finesse but he made up for it with enthusiasm as he sloppily made out with your pussy, tongue and teeth joining the fray as he ate you like a man starved. 

Stars wavered in your bleary vision, a constellation of tears clinging to the corners of your soused lashes as the pleasure inside of you gnawed at you like a ravenous beast. The coil twisted tighter, threatening to break something inside of you as Dante’s tongue dipped into the tight ring of muscles of your fluttering hole, slurred praises muffled into the heat of your cunt as he swatted at your backside again, groaning as your skin rippled against the palm of his hand. You whined as your hips jolted forward, the aching nub of your clit begging for attention as a pleasant itch tickled the base of your skull. Pleasant tingles raced along the notches of your spine as your mind grew dizzy, only able to focus on the drag of Dante’s tongue between your plush walls as he split open the creamy folds of your pussy. The pressure in your stomach was reaching boiling point and it made you thrash in Dante’s hold from the mounting pleasure. 

“Dante- fuck…fuck!”

Dante was lost in the vivid taste of your pussy as he swallowed the budding saliva on his tongue, throating bobbing as you lingered on his taste buds. His teeth dripped with saliva, jaw aching with a pleasant burn and cock swelling with arousal as the push of his tongue finally made you unfurl. You cried his name out with pure bliss and he knew he was going to get a noise complaint from his neighbours as the coil in your stomach shattered into a million pieces. He didn’t care though. Not when you pussy fluttered around his tongue and squirted into his open maw with the force of a flowing river. Dante’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his tongue continued to ravage your pussy in the midst of your mind-numbing rapture, strings of translucent fluid webbing on his lips as he drank his fill. Your toes curled in the soles of your feet as Dante worked through your intense high, clit kicking weakly when he pressed his thumb over the tightly packed bundle of nerves and worked it until it was shrieking. 

Your mind was buzzing and swirling with dizziness as you tried to gulp down ragged gasps of air, heart ready to leap out of your throat as the dregs of pleasure still burned through your veins. Dante pulled away from you with a loud and wet pop, your taste still sticky sweet on his lips as he lapped at the beads clinging to the corners of his mouth.

“Such a sweet treat” Dante said as he pat your thigh, his touch a soothing balm as it calmed the ache in your limbs. “My compliments to the chef.”

You would have smacked him out of sheer embarrassment if you weren’t feeling so boneless. You settled for a pathetic snort of laughter. You’d get him back once the room stopped spinning so violently.

[manager-dante]

i need to flesh this out once i’ve mulled it over more but i adore how limbus company expands on the incredible world-building of project moon, because it is so goddamn realistic.

from the outset the player is presented with this incredibly bleak world in which corporations have become the state. the poor and the desperate bow their heads and toil at the altar of the free market. worth is measured by talent in exploitation. it’s a social darwinist’s wet dream. i also think the choice to base the cast off of literary figures was amazing, because it highlights very important connections to the past. i haven’t read all the books referenced, but the ones i have (the metamorphosis, don quixote de la mancha, & the odyssey so far) draw an unmistakable through-line from the suffering and exploitation depicted in those books to that which occurs in the city. the most horrifying parts of this game in my opinion aren’t the monsters or the machines — it’s the sheer enormity of human suffering which exists in the economic and political system the city operates under. and that’s the worst part, because in so many ways, the suffering and exploitation portrayed in the city is not a hypothetical fantasy — this is just capitalism working as intended. it’s not confined to the historical context of those books, nor the gritty sci-fi horror of the game.

but not only do we have this incredible setting that’s somehow both brutally realistic and fantastical at the same time, we also get to see how our main cast attempts to survive in that world — and ultimately how none of their attempts to change it succeeded at all.

in my mind, canto i portrays how neither kindness nor cold-heartedness will help you survive — especially through the dynamic between aya and hopkins. gregor has been both. he was a war hero in a meaningless war. after it ended, he was discarded as any tool which had outlived its usefulness would be. he can’t even control his arm from becoming a killing machine. and yet, gregor is still exceptionally personable, even going out of his way to be kind at times. but no matter whether he’s a tool for violence in the hands of war profiteers or simply a man doing his best to protect others, he still couldn’t save yuri — just as he couldn’t save his comrades — and this clearly haunts him. neither the war nor its end changed anything.

canto ii shows between rodya and sonya how both direct action and an “inevitable” revolution fail to quell the suffering of the vulnerable. sonya’s revolution is all bluster and no action. he does nothing to help the people in his community in favor of this grandiose revolution that must happen at the “right moment” — even if it means leaving his neighbors to starve in the meantime. rodya’s inspired yet short-sighted action to remove what she saw as the source of her community’s suffering only led to its destruction: the tax collector was a branch, not the root, of the problem, and killing one person did nothing to stop the system which upheld them.

canto iii is even more clear-cut in the ties between sinclair and kromer: neither violent zealotry nor blissful ignorance will save you in the city. kromer’s cult does not “purify” anything, but sinclair’s courage to stand up to her isn’t enough to beat her either. canto iii still doesn’t end in a victory. dante and the sinners barely survive. it’s only through demian (and k-corp’s) divine intervention that the sinners and kromer don’t destroy each other in the corpse pit.

in the most recent addition, canto iv appears to do the same thing. on one hand, you have the devotion to a principle shown through shrenne, samjo, and donbaek. their causes are different, but their devotion is the same. on the other, there is the cynicism, indifference, and escapism of yi sang and dongrang, both willingly complicit in the machine in different ways. and yet — none of them make any positive difference. whether they resisted or submitted, the machine grinds on around them — the only choices are to become a cog in it or be ground to bits by its gears.

to be clear, i do not think the game is arguing that none of these individual actions matter. even if gregor couldn’t rescue yuri, even if rodya couldn’t protect her neighbors, even if sinclair couldn’t defeat kromer and all that she stood for, even if the league of nine members each failed to realize their ideals — limbus argues that it matters they tried. it matters that they’re still trying. it may never be possible to oust the corporate overlords and make the city a better place, but the love still matters.