#bloodydevoir

[stardstschlar]

❛ I pinkie promise you that I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. ❜ From Holy 🥺 He will always be her baby boy!

It had been some few months since his return home from the Egyptian excursion. Many a night Jotaro had often laid in bed looking up at the ceiling, the constant what if's thrashing about in his head - wondering what if their friends had survived. Unfortunately, his brain hadn't let him rest that night and decided to bring up all of the fears, worries and whatever else he'd held back all this time.

And then...it happened. The first sign of a panic attack starting was the irritation. The next thing he knew he was starting to tremble and pant for breath. The itching need to crawl out of the dark whole Jotaro found himself in had been strong, to claw his way out to the light that had once been there but now was gone. The irrational fear of the damned vampire and his many knives, the steamroller that had been thrown on to him that night he'd ended Dio's life.

Phantom pains surged throughout his body - every little mark upon his skin burning as if they were lit by fire. Soft knocks upon the door were barely heard through the roaring waves of panic, the darkness swarming in on Jotaro until his bedroom door opened and soft hands cupped his face. Teals looked upon gentle features as whispered words were spoken in his ear. With each passing minute his fears began to subside, little by little - the darkness eventually fading away as his focus upon his mother had shifted all of the doubt.

Her words were a way of offering him support, he supposed. Jotaro was no longer the little boy she once was overprotective of but a grown man. Rather than push her away Jotaro had simply chosen to hug Holly close, allowing a shiver to roll along his spine.

"That's supposed to be my promise to you, Mom."

[epitaffia]

"it's over now." - Risotto! (To whichever pinkie~)

" strange ... you said the same thing moments before your body became the final resting place for a dozen or so bullets. " oh, she is ever so curious ... it practically drips from low tones, the way emeralds narrow & drift, wandering over the walking corpse who should be picked clean on the cliffs of sardinia by now. but risotto is far from dead, it seems ... how fortunate.

truthfully, risotto had always peaked diavolo's ... interest ? no, that was far from the right word ... she hums a ponderous tone, brief as the sway of magenta locks in the wind blowing in from near window. arms cross loosely over purple jumpered chest, making herself comfortable against drab wall behind. indeed, there was great respect for the man who'd led a well-oiled team & aided in assassinating rival gangs during passione's early days ... & so, some would question why they were not paid adequately for the efforts ( the heart flutters something akin to well known anxiety ).

none of that matters now. the thoughts are discarded for another day ( another night ). she simply blinks & turns weary gaze toward window, expression softening in the wake of no truer words. " how pleased you must be, risotto nero ... to survive deaths call & look upon the visage of the one you begged to see. " a thought flits into the forefront of her mind, one that has eyes watching from peripherals ( king crimson tingling beneath skin ). a calm warning spoken, " your reward, i suppose ... but know fate may not be too kind to you a second time. " @bloodydevoir

[adizzyingemporium]

This is an independent, multifandom and multimuse RP blog as penned by Dizzy Blizzy. Some fandoms that will be cropping up are Terrifier, Fallout, Baldur's Gate 3, Overwatch, Jujutsu Kaisen and an assortment of horror franchises. Please check my Carrd for my current muse list.

UPDATE: Currently on semi-hiatus to recover from surgery and for the holidays.

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Traveling with: @yukikorogashi - @idyllicserendipity - @bloodydevoir / @mayormentats / tba

Rules are below the cut for those on mobile:

The activity level of this blog could best be described as sporadic as I work full time and struggle with health issues. Discord is the most consistent way to get in touch with me. If we are mutuals please feel free to ask for my Discord.

THE MUN

My name is Dizzy Blizzy, I am over the age of 25 and any pronouns work for me! I work from home on the night shift so it may look like I am perpetually online. When most people are active I am generally on the clock so my replies both OOC and IC may be a bit sporadic.

In my spare time I love playing video games, watching movies and working on my movie script! I also really enjoy working on music playlists and mood boards inspired by characters.

INTERACTING

For my personal comfort I will not be roleplaying with anyone under the age of eighteen. I also will not write ships with anyone under the age of 21. If I suspect that you are lying about your age I will hardblock you.

If I follow you I want to interact! I will generally attempt to reach out by sending in memes. I also have an interest tracker for those that do not feel comfortable reaching out directly! Filling it out is not required in the slightest and I also post starter calls fairly regularly.

I want all of my followers to feel comfortable. If I have done something to prevent that I would like to know so I can take steps to not repeat the mistake. However, if you would feel more comfortable breaking mutuals with me I would completely understand. Please hardblock me if that is the case. Otherwise, I may assume that Tumblr was being silly and refollow.

TRIGGERS & BLOG THEMES

Many dark themes will be making an appearance on this blog. I will do my absolute best to tag them all but please be mindful of them if you follow.

Here is a list of the triggers and themes that will be appearing on this blog: clowns, obsession, violence, gore, death, abuse, torture, indoctrination, cults and cannibalism. If you have any specific trigger that is not listed but you need it to be tagged please reach out to me so I can do so.

With the list of triggers and themes alongside the fact that I write many villains, it is important that I note that muse does not equal mun. The actions and beliefs of my muses do not reflect my own.

Topics that I will not write are the common ones: pedophilia, incest, beastiality & I am sure that there are a few others I will not write.

SHIPS & NSFW

I am extremely ship friendly! I love ships of all varieties ranging from the sugary sweet dynamics to toxic ships. Beyond ships I love any and all dynamics that can crop up between muses so if you do not want to ship do not worry! I'm sure that we can come up with some fun dynamics between our muses.

I will never force a ship nor will I approach first for a ship unless I am extremely comfortable with you. If you are interested in shipping please reach out so we can discuss specifics.

Just because I write toxic ships does not mean I condone them in real life. The themes and dynamics born of such relationships are interesting to explore. That said, I will most likely only write such ships with muns that I am very comfortable with.

I do enjoy writing NSFW with muns that I am comfortable with! This content can range from gore to sexual scenes. I generally will not take such RPs to Discord unless requested by my partner. Any NSFW content will be placed under a readmore and tagged as NSFT.

[onewiththeglow]

@bloodydevoir sent a 🎧 for a song that I think fits our muse’s relationship!

Pol & Tabby | “Hurt” by Christina Aguilera

I chose the song because it perfectly encapsulates how Tabitha feels following Polnareff’s disappearance after his fight with Diavolo. To say that Tabitha pushed herself to her limits looking for him would be putting it lightly, Polnareff was the person she was closest to at the time of his disappearance and she misses him dearly.

If I had just one more day I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away

Josuke & Tabby | “You Be My Friend” by Daisy Chainsaw 

I wanted to choose a song whose lyrics sorta encapsulated how Tabitha felt about Josuke when she first met him. Her uncertainty about opening up to someone new and having a new friend. It’s all too easy for her to see his bright personality - how he so easily befriends others and it’s part of what pulls her to him.

You be my friend You be my friend You're certain, convicted Younger and beautiful I am uncertain Not sure, direction less

[pwophet]

@bloodydevoir​: kira  ∕  💝

“A~aaah!! It was so nice of you to invite me!”

It wasn’t a special occasion or anything of the sort (though, to them, anything was nothing short of being spectacular!) to the regular bystander, but they couldn’t seem to contain their excitement. They’re gone as far as to sit across from him -- after noticing that he, indeed, wasn’t too comfortable with otherwise -- with hands (fingers were pressed tight together, more-so appearing as “flippers” than actual hands.) tapping rhythmically against table top.

“Y’know, I haven’t been to many, um... umm~...!!”

They paused, practically freezing in place, with eyes gone wide and stare falling down towards their lap. Lips pulled together in a close, forming a tight and thin line where a smile once lay. Subtly, top and bottom lip rubbed together in contemplative thought.

“...”

“Aha!! I haven’t been to many places-- that was it!!”

Hand was immediately brought up to hover over mouth with laughter spilling out (they feel like they have to vomit.) as body snapped out of its rigid position. It seemed almost appropriate for cracking and popping to sound out (but it doesn’t. it never does.) as they readjusted, bringing their legs closer at the knees with their other hand gesturing pointlessly all around them.

“You’re such a nice guy, Mister Ki~iiira!!”

[over-heavcn]

❛ Love is never simple. Not that I’m any expert. ❜ - cossetmaterfamilias c:

@cossetmaterfamilias

     Blonde boy looked up at his mother. Perhaps a year ago Dio Brando would deny his mother’s sentence; he would say she is the best and the most loving mother out there. Many things have changed in his mind since then. Now, he simply sighed and continued on attending to her bruises. Scary how skilled that kid became in such act.

     Emotions were fightning in him; but above all, Dio Brando was outraged. Red eyes met with hers while he opened his mouth.

     No word came out of it. 

     She was doomed one way or another.

[hclius]

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure || accepting!

@bloodydevoir​ said: ❝ Perhaps… Perhaps the time that was foretold has come. If this is my destiny, I accept it. ❞  - Lisa Lisa? c:

    Eyes shifted up at the sky. His own destiny was a choice - between his elders and his own dreams - eventually choosing latter. Paying his choice with blood. Those choices, made Kars truly believe that what was to be his destiny was in real, in his hands.

    ❝ — Lisa Lisa, mind me not asking. What do YOU truly desire? ❞ He asked. The gaze remained at the sky, yet eventually lowered at her level. Of course, the answer wasn’t necessary. Whether or whether not she chose to open up to him, even if she did, she could as well repeat what she was taught to her as a truth, instead of her true beliefs. Her destiny, as she worded it. Maybe those were one and the same, maybe not. Kars couldn’t know. As much as he wished her to play for his favour, he would grant her the choice of her own. For his former experiences, he wanted to challenge her to think: What she truly believed in. Even if it was something she mutually agreed with her elders, followed them for some sort of feeling of responsibility. 

    ❝ — ...is it what your masters taught you, is it what makes us now stand in opposing sides. I am merely curious. What is what you truly desire in this World? Only you are responsible for your own destiny. Mark my words. You don’t need to accept anything you wish not. The destiny in your hands, and only in your hands alone. ❞

[stoncslept]

CLOSED STARTER || @bloodydevoir​    

          Each time she approached the human inhabited areas, what she called ‘this new World’ occupied her senses - almost overwhelmingly so. It was all the colors and pictures around the buildings and ground, artificial lights flashing and changing, noises of vehicles and masses of humans and smells - mix of pleasant, sometimes unpleasant. It seemed like a World inside the World she used to know. Something she found impossible and frightening. Isolation, she felt she was torn from her roots, like a driftwood without destination or anything to grasp on. Only her instincts to live. Still, she found herself nearby over and over again to learn - craving to find intelligence among life, before withdrawing in the cover of the little nature that was left by humans. As she looked up, only the sky seemed untouched by a man. But in fact, was it? Pinching the bridge of her nose she walked deeper into quietness. Distractions behind her, she realized a presence somewhere around her, moving quicker than an animal or human she recently grew used to - a sensation which struck her with a slight sense of threat but also nostalgia. 

Humans barely posed a threat, as she chose to avoid interactions. Insecurity towards the new surroundings taught her to stay on her toes - see everything as a potential threat. She had dealt with overly invasive guests before, consuming their remains. Grasping her bow, the blue eyes observed the surroundings. She would move on her spot, turning - trying to find a sign of movement. Irritated, she growled, her fangs bared. Yet with a firm and deep voice, she muttered.

           ❝ — Show yourself, or you will face a certain death. ❞

[miocaesarino]

STAR WARS:  RISE  OF  SKYWALKER  SENTENCES:  still accepting !

@bloodydevoir​  said:

❛ it’s going to be great, shiza-chan~ ❜ ;)

THAT  JOJO,   always  so  cocky  !   he is  really  cocky for one wearing  two  deadly wedding rings,  ‘round his heart and throat,  poised to  kill  him if they fail to defeat the pillar men before time runs out.

this is not to say that he  doubts  their capability to destroy them.   caesar,  himself,  looks forward to beating them all into the ground  !   he does not fear them,  but he has overcome his fear of death long ago,  too.

“  ------------  hmph.  ❞

his arms are crossed,  petulantly.   confident or not,  that stupid nickname is always enough to make him  grumpy.

“  it will  not  be so  ‘  great  ’  if you get overzealous,  coglione.   you have to be  serious  when we battle wamuu and the pillar men,  or they will surely take the advantage  !   i might not  be  there  to make sure you don’t bleed out next time,  eh  ?  ❞

[cantusecho-archive]

Pecks her cheek.

The peck wasn’t expected, Hibiki feeling her face flare up a bit.

“Y-You can’t sneak up on people you know, aha. I could have…flipped you over as a reflex!” 

She wouldn’t do that of course but it made the most sense.

[horrorfilming]

@bloodydevoir​: pesci!!

Hands steepled their selves, connecting seamlessly at the tips of his fingers as he’s completely enthralled in his recent endeavor. It’s nothing particularly special... but it’s still entertaining enough. After all, Cioccolata could find amusement in the simplest of things (he’s done it before, and he’ll do it again!), and certainly someone like Pesci would yield, at least, some results.

“...”

But he doesn’t quite make his appearance well-known. He’s sure that Pesci’s aware of him being here, but there seemed to be a bit of a... miscommunication. Cioccolata’s been staring at him for quite a while, now, and he just has to wonder (it’s hard for him not to, to be honest... pesci’s a fascinating sort, if you remove all types of context from this situation.) if the other man even knew he was here in the first place.

There’s a bit of certainty that leads Cioccolata to believing that, yes, Pesci was fully aware. He was definitely lucid and, maybe, didn’t want to say anything out of want of the doctor’s own feelings. But that’s all so... so... so silly!

How could you hurt someone’s feelings when they knew there was nothing to hurt?

So, he decided to bite the bullet (chomp down on it, as it were. chew on it a little bit, and swallow it in one, big gulp like a good boy eating his vegetables.) and simply initiate. Pesci would thank him later, no doubt.

“Pesci.”

[stardstschlar]

@bloodydevoir asked: [Kisses the other on the cheek] - YOUR GRANDMA

Soft Sentence Prompts

Had his mother been the one to do this, he would have pushed her away. But his Grandma - Nonna Suzi, he couldn't quite do so to the elderly woman. The Joestar closed his eyes and carefully leaned down, feeling said kiss pressed to his cheek. A low rumble leaves Jotaro as he then leans up and tugs on his hat, hiding the faint redness appearing upon his features.

For whatever reason; his grandmother always seemed to get this reaction from him.

[epitaffia]

❛ downfall . from Trish to Diavolo if it's alright? <3

❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . @bloodydevoir

" g- get out.. " there's a tremble to their voice scarcely louder than the rapid beating of the heart threatening to shatter rib cage. a tone that once dripped with nothing but contempt toward their child now, in this moment of suffering, held little else than fear. a palpable all-consuming anxiety that left sweat beading along brow & each breath a fight in of itself ( cannot even look her way, wherever she stands, face hidden by a curtain of pink ).

how did she even get in here ? the door was locked, they always made sure of that ... or perhaps they'd forgotten ( again ). diavolo was no stranger to panic attacks. left alone, they oft recovered in due time. with trish present ...

steady breaths are slowly taken from where diavolo sits slumped in the far corner of the room. a single emerald peeking between messy locks of pink toward her, just ... standing there. gathering up whatever fragments of pride the former boss could muster, they stand ... albeit slowly, one hand clinging onto drab grey oversized blanket that envelops them while the other presses against the wall for support. all the while carefully watching her with an exhaustive gaze reflecting voice, " w-why are you here, trish ..? the others surely wouldn't approve of you visiting alone without protection ... or do you willingly defy them ? knowing full well the consequences of stepping into the lions den ... " there's a weak laugh void of any real humour, eyes falling away from her. bare feet step over to a near just as bare table, & they sit with a heavy breath. the blanket kept coiled tight, " i admire your courage. "

[mountops]

aesthetic.    KAT & RISOTTO!     — @bloodydevoir

[onewiththeglow]

@bloodydevoir​     |     STARTER

Even now she felt the weight of Barnabas’ fury weighing her down as she sat at her table sipping at tea. The fact that they had the same target would mean that it was all too likely that they would cross paths, still Jochebed had stayed on her path because she wasn’t sure if she would be able to evade him on her own. With his resources, his experience and knowledge it wouldn’t be long before she became easy pickings. It was this realization that steeled her resolve.

Earthen eyes follow the French man from beneath the wide brim of her sunhat as she takes another sip of her tea. Polnareff really had not been her first choice. Jochebed had played out a million different outcomes and in all of the ones she’d imagined with him they had gotten rather messy. However she had finally crossed paths with one of the men she was supposed to kill and well … there was no turning back now. From what she’d learned while with Barnabas he really wasn’t the most reasonable of the group, but perhaps he could be reasoned with. However, some precautions certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Reaching to the side of her table, her hand rested against the wall as beautiful roses bloomed from the building. No one noticed a thing – no one cared to notice the lone foreigner a café. Jochebed hummed quietly as she plucked the flowers one by one, forming them into a beautiful bouquet as she smiled widely. Her babies will do her proud.

With her ‘peace offering’ in hand she rose before she made her way toward him, her voice rose in pitch as she tried to catch up, “sir? Hello sir?”

[frstbiitten]

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