#am i sadistic for enjoying dantes suffering

[thealatvs]

two idiots with a history of miscommunication finally get their honeymoon after fucking off to the demon realm and leaving the human world in the hands of resident best boy (alternatively, the result of me reading angst)

[ofdcnte-blog]

                me: is struggling to exist rn ?? i’m .. so in awe of how amazing this lil group looks & i’m so BLESSEDT to be a part of it .. anyway, hello ! i’m claire, i’m seventeen ( for like .. three more weeks ! ), i use she/they pronouns but honestly, i’d respond to anything & i live in australia ! i’m a college student who loves suffering, criminal minds, skam & purple prose, & tbh i am an absolute mess. anyway, this is my .. my nasty trash son DANTE VALENTINO, & he’s literally more of a mess than i am. ( also, i’m a mess for pretty rp icons ?? i love gifs but icons are my dang thing. )

TRIGGER WARNINGS : drug mentions. alcohol mentions.

( SAMUEL LARSEN, CISMALE, HE/HIM ) — around the 708, everyone knows who DANTE VALENTINO is. you know them, don’t you ? he is the twenty year old philosophy student who is always blasting sympathy for the devil by the rolling stones on his way home to the WEST SIDE. their fellow chicagoans call them bellicose, but at least they’re phlegmatic, right ? sable midnight, frigid breeze & the blinking amber of a dying cigarette ; preach your heart out, but the words of the junkie philosopher fall upon deaf ears. leather jackets, slit jeans, bloody noses & trembling hands, aslant smirk that begs to discover the darkest secrets of filthy souls. they say the devil is gorgeous but the devil doesn’t have a thing on him ; the devil doesn’t have sanguine petals that taste like sin & salvation, the devil doesn’t smell like jack daniels & cheap cologne — – intoxicating, intoxication. bitten nails & messy hair, sultry syllables & the loss of your own inhibitions & he’ll be damned if he remembers your name, but you’ll choke on his. steer clear of pretty rings on pretty boys, they call him casanova meets don corleone for a goddamned reason.

so, he’s literally a mess. literally the biggest goddamn mess.

he’s mexican, spanish, persian & danish --- he gets the mexican & the spanish from his father, & the persian & the danish from his mother. if anyone asks, he just shrugs & tells them he’s a melting pot.

he was born to teenage parents who didn’t quite know what to do with him besides give him up. put into foster care before he could even walk, dante was quickly snatched up by a lovely, middle-class, midwestern couple. they flew all the way from their native michigan to adopt him. ( it’s a decision they later came to regret. )

his adoptive father, jonathan, was a pastor, & his adoptive mother, caroline, was the absolute definition of a pta mom. they both invested their entire beings into dante ; caroline attended every single assembly, was involved in everything possible & jonathan showed an open interest in his son’s life. they gave him everything he could ever want, & he was raised in the absolute lap of luxury but it didn’t take him long to fall into the wrong crowd.

high school was a turbulent time in dante’s life, if he’s completely honest. he fell into a crowd that got its kicks off of alcohol, drugs & petty theft ; by the time he was sixteen, he had been in prison for arson, petty theft, driving under the influence, driving without a license, possession of drugs .. you name a misdemeanour, he probably has it on his record. he has a rap sheet longer than his armspan, for fuck’s sake. naturally, caroline & jonathan worried but dante shut them out ; he’d hardened up to their gentle advances, & believed, in typical rebellious teenage fashion, that he knew best. night after night, he’d stumble home drunk, or high, or a combination of the two, & there was only one thing they could do : they told dante, in no uncertain terms, that he’d be kicked out of the house at eighteen, once he was no longer under their legal guardianship. he had become a strain on their marriage, 

leaving home at eighteen was probably one of the best, and most dangerous, decisions of his life. he left his comfortable ( albeit tense ), suburban life in michigan for the hustle & bustle of chicago, & easily found ( read: fucked ) his way into university. he settled on philosophy, because it seemed like a solid decision at the time. ( mind you, he was drunk when he made that decision. ) he genuinely enjoys philosophy though, he finds it wonderfully fascinating & thinks he’s awfully clever for knowing all these philosophical & metaphysical concepts.

he polished himself up when he moved, tbh. he lost the whole gang vibe, & kind of became what he is today : the devil, but in leather & prettier. he’s honest to god the worst. his aesthetic kind of says it all, tbh ? greasy trash king, tbh. should probably get checked.

personality-wise, he’s incredibly charming to those he wants something out of but otherwise, he’s the coldest bastard you could ever dream of meeting. he’s cold, calculating, sadistic, cruel, vindictive .. he’s a messy bitch. he is the absolute worst. if he wants something out of you, he’ll make you feel like the only person in the entire world. he’ll treat you like you’re actual royalty, but as soon as he’s done with you he’s glacial. he has a string of exes & one-night-stands who absolutely hate him, & he’s perfectly okay with that.

he lives in an apartment that he only got because he fucked the super, & it’s probably the worst apartment in the whole of chicago but he figures it’s better than being homeless. he barely pays rent, but when he does it’s three weeks late & he has to sweet-talk ( read: dirty-talk ) the super into letting him stay & it always works, because he’s fucking trash like that.

ngl, he still drinks like a goddamn fish & smokes like a chimney, & he has a taste for whatever drugs he can get his nasty little hands on. ( he’s not addicted to any particular one, per se, but he’ll use all of them. he’s not fond of heroin, but it does its job. ) he’s still a disgusting pickpocket & a bit of a thief, but it gets him by.

will definitely get into fistfights with anyone who fucks with him.

also, he will literally fuck anything that moves. 

i wish i was kidding. they don’t call him casanova for nothing

honestly, tumblr might be doing that thing where it doesn’t let me message anyone .. smh but listen ,, please plot w me and my messy trash son !! like this or hit me up & i will 10/10 plot with you, tbh !!