#but also because he still loves dante

[femmikoto]

january was a bloodbath for my favourite ongoing media man. haruka mappi and shidou got axed on the 15th. imuri and dante died on the 21st. john confirmed "disappeared" on the 29th but knowing yamanakas writing he might as well be dead. my vision is fading

[theglamorousferal]

Teenaged Danny and Bruce meet somehow and become friends. (Summer camp? Boarding school? Training? Gala with Vlad? Can't be a TUE au because the clones need to exist for this particular fic.)

They lose contact when Bruce drops off the map to train to be Batman.

In the meantime, Danny has ascended to the Throne of the Infinite Realms and established himself as some sort of paranormal archeologist in the living world. (It's easiest way to declare treasure from the King's Coffers to the IRS.)

After Vlad got redeemed ( l like to think after he got over himself and realized he was in love with BOTH Maddie and Jack), he turned over all his research to Danny. This includes the fragmented cores of all the Danny clones.

After an issue where Danielle was destabilizing again, they found that if they introduced another person's DNA, that she would stabilize. Sam volunteers. So Danielle is stabilized with Sam's DNA, however it ages her down so now she's her actual age, 11 at this time. Danny is 26, and ends up adopting her, she chooses the name Ellie. Ellie ends up with some of Sam's attributes, like her eyes turning more purple and her hair being easier to tame.

After some researching, it's found that the clone's cores could reform themselves if they can absorb enough healthy ectoplasm and a stable human DNA donor.

When Dan breaks out and is shoved into a clone body, he asks Valerie to be his donor, as she was the last person he had respected. He ends up at three years younger than Danielle. He prefers the name Dante. His skin is darker than it was, and his hair gains a wave to it when in human form, it's still flames when in ghost form.

The first of the failed clones to reform about 5 years later got some of Tucker's DNA. A pair of twins that have heterochromia with one piercing blue and one ocean teal eye, on opposite sides of course. They go by Kelly and Sprite. (they were the bedsheet and pixie ghosts) Somehow the genetics introduced while they were still dormant resulted in them both being girls. They appeared as 9 year-olds.

The last one took the longest to reform and when he did, he reformed as 6 years old. Obsidian used some of Wes's DNA. He got Wes's green eyes and freckles.

Danny is able to work with each of his adopted but also genetic children to harness their powers and helps them re-form their ghost halves so they can choose how they present themselves to the world instead of being locked into their original forms.

Fast forward about 9 years and the Fenton family is attending a gala at a museum that Danny is lending pieces to in Gotham. He ends up running into Bruce who is there with his gaggle of children. They end up getting lost in their conversation and are going over the different things they've been doing since they last saw each other. They end up dancing together at least once, Danny beaming and a quiet smile on Bruce's face not normally seen when he's in his Brucie persona.

Somehow the children of both of them have all found each other and are observing their respective parents closely, noting that they haven't seen their father look so besotted in a long time.

Numbers are exchanged and group chats are made. They plan to Parent Trap their fathers together.

[digitald0rk]

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* NERD ALERT ! [ 2 ]

pairing : mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis : nerding out with your beloved bf :3

warnings : slightly suggestive and uh the usual pet names? he calls you his angel too <3 NOT PROOFREAD!! also mentions of dante sparda because the dmc anime is coming out 'm so excited!!!

w.c : 1.5 k.

a/n : THANK U SM FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HELL SJSHJEHSLSKD. love you all <3

taglist : @vm4879bb-blog @hihowyoudoin00 @fairii-majii [ lemme know if you wanna be added too ]

READ PART [ 1 ] HERE.

if you're into video games, he's going out of his way to learn all about your faves.

when it comes to fighter games, thinks he's soooo slick looking up combos and learning them, he's all like “heh :3 gonna sweep them off their feet” and then gets absolutely BODIED LMAO.

if you show him no mercy he'll eventually start to get frustrated, not at you obviously you're his previous angel <3

“i’m not sulking.” he says, while clearly sulking. he was supposed to impress you! why are you so good at this :(

if he doesn't get a single win he's gonna suffocate one of your plushies when you're out of sight, it keeps staring at him, is that little fella mocking him? oh it'll pay for that.

you look at him amusedly when you come back to see the very obvious dent on your plushie, caused by a certain someone's fist.

“mark.” your eyes dart between the deformed head of your plushie and your boyfriend, biting back a smile.

“yeah baby?” he's all :3 bats his eyelashes all pretty at you, acting like he didn't just beat the shit out of your plushie like BOY YOU'RE NOT SLY.

but he is pretty, so you'll spare him, for now, not in the game though :p

on the topic of video games, he's actually decent at competitive games :] he loves playing them with you but if you die in the middle of a match he gets unmotivated to finish it (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

unless someone was trying to rizz you up or something during the game then yeah, HE'S GOING TO WIN.

do not play dress to impress in front of this man, he gets awfully competitive about it.

“pretty sure even cecil can dress better than that.”

“baby i think that's an eight year old.”

“still, cecil has more drip.”

gets all smug when he wins, god forbid he's not in top three he's gonna go on a rant about how unfair the world is.

he'll always vote for your fits positively though! even though they might be…. questionable at times but he loves his baby :D

minecraft with your boyfriend is actually really fun! except he accidentally set the palace that you built on fire once and literally REFUSED to touch the game for weeks after that (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

will get sad if an animal dies :(

has names for all your dogs and cats, calls them your children.

“don't forget, we gotta feed our children babe.” he tells you, sipping on his milkshake.

and normally you'd smile and say something equally silly except for the fact that you two were currently hanging out with a couple of friends and that sentence certainly earned some looks.

“you two-”

“in minecraft!” you'd clarify, and cue the feigned annoyance filled groans and mutters of how you two are insufferable.

also one time he got so invested in building that he literally stayed up for ten hours, building the perfect wedding venue for you two!

asked [ forced ] everyone to make minecraft accounts and invited them all to your wedding in minecraft.

he kisses you in real life too when your characters “smooch” in the pixelated game.

he's gonna marry you for real one day, just you wait.

his irises turn into literal hearts when you pull up in a cosplay.

he would also love to cosplay with you!

bonus points if it's one of his favorite characters, his ass is NOT TAKING HIS HANDS OFF OF YOU LMAOOOOOO.

and if you two do end up getting freaky, like roleplaying as the characters then yeah rip bed.

matching literally anything! matching kirby socks? sure why the hell not. matching seance dog mugs? hell yeah! he's all for it!

and yes, you two have some nerdy matching pj set.

and matching underwear too :3 you jokingly bought them but he isn't playing around when he wears them seance dog boxers!

you both keep trying to recruit oliver in one of your favorite fandoms, although the little thraxan has other plans.

“guys no im not watching [ insert media name here ] !” “but oliverrr :(”

you're bother super annoying <3

sometimes mark will send you photos of oliver enjoying some piece of media you're into and act like a proud dad.

you two go to comic con together and get carried away, ending up with wayyy too much merch.

“mark, baby i love you but i don't think we need another signed poster.” you try reasoning with him, only to eat those words back the second he flashes you his sad puppy dog eyes.

you sigh, he really has you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?

but you have him wrapped around your finger too, because when you look at him like that, asking him to take you to this signing event of your favorite foreign author, he wastes no time in picking you up and flying you wherever you want <3

no matter the time, he just wants to see his sweetheart happy :]

you two are insufferable with your references, sometimes people think you two are talking in some alien language.

rex hears mark on the phone, just who the hell is dante sparda? and why has mark mentioned this name like thirty thousand times in the past half an hour he's been on the phone with you?

as rex said, “you two match each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public.”

“hey babe i got us these matching swords!” he smiles, all happy at four in the morning at your window like it's the most normal thing ever.

you squint a little before making out the sword's design, oh it's from your favorite game.

he doesn't protest in the slightest when you attack him with kisses, this is where he belongs.

he adores movie nights, you two cuddled up on his bed, watching something he loves? he's never been happier.

you two once had to stop making out because the plot got thicker, so you two locked in! even though your lips are swollen and shiny just like his from the shared passion a few minutes ago. he could care less about the next plot hole when you're right here, pressed up against him.

he can't stop staring at your lips, god you're addicting.

he snaps out of it when his favorite character dies though ⁠(⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠∧⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠) aw man.

building legos together! he gets all bashful when you praise him when he finishes a part of the main piece.

reward him with kisses and he'll melt.

he once tried making you pancakes, except he tried to draw one of your favorite characters with the pancake batter. and he's no artist, but he tried his best.

he's now on his 48458th attempt and it's looking like your favorite character….a little….. not really.

he'll just douse them in maple syrup, that makes everything better.

when you question the odd shaped pancakes in your sleepy dazed state, he ends up telling you the truth, embarrassed.

but when you kiss him oh so softly, your kiss far sweeter than any maple syrup, his nervousness melts off until all there's left is you.

you and only you.

you two take those extremely specific uquiz quizes together like "which xyz character would hate you the most" or "who do you kin from xyz"

if he doesn't get his fav when he takes a "which character are you from seance dog" quiz he'll be all :[

"this is rigged." he says, taking another one in hopes of getting his favorite character this time.

going to the sea and painting on the pebbles and rocks with him, he loves watching the sunlight reflect off of your hair, you look like an angel, his angel. and god your eyes-

“hey does this look like eric cartman?” you show him the paintwork on your rock, snapping him out of his lovesick trance.

“babe, why is he on ozempic?” that comment makes you two giggle.

he continues, “should've picked a bigger rock, my love.”

“i saved that one for you….. you know, if we were penguins i would you the shiniest, prettiest rock i could find, which is this one so….” you shift closer to him, placing the pretty rock onto his palm.

he presses a kiss to the side of your head, fiddling with the rock in his hand. “you're adorable.”

he presses a kiss to that same rock when he's away from you on a mission, it grounds him, knowing you're there, waiting for him.

when you two end up moving in together, unpacking things takes less time than decorating your shared room.

hanging posters with him, asking him if they're centred. putting your favorite figurines on the shelves along with your favorite comics, building your own safe haven. the whole room embodies you both so well, anyone who sets foot in this room would instantly be met with a bunch of your and his interests.

his dumbass <3 accidentally ends up leaving one of his figurines on the bed, so when you two are needily making out and grinding, excited that you two wouldn't have to be quiet or keep your voices down — straddling him and pushing him down on the bed, he lets out a small squeal of surprise.

you two stop, looking at each other all 0_0

“sorry, i think-” he starts, reaching behind his back to pull out the culprit of poking him in the back, and surely it was none other than his favorite seance dog figurine, the absurdity of it all is enough to make you chuckle, he laughs sheepishly with you. a little embarrassed that seance dog ruined the sexy atmosphere.

but when you put the figurine on the nightstand, turning it to face the wall, he realizes he's gonna have the best night of his life.

and oh boy was he right :3

© digitald0rk 2025. do not translate, copy or steal any of my work RAHHHH. thanks for reading and remember you're awesomesauce! want more? click here ★

[escapismbook]

ESCAPISM

→ Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female)

→ AUs: non idol!au→ Genre(s): dark romance, smut, mature, mafia

→ Trope(s): professor-student, forbidden romance, dark, slow-burn, seductive, mafia,

→ Rating: mature/explicit(this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.)

→ Word count: 4.9k

→ warnings + triggers: explicit smut, (female) OC is innocent and pure and Yoongi is desperate for her.

→ Author’s note: Escapism is a dark romance—intense, poetic, and deeply atmospheric. It explores desire, deception, and the pull of the forbidden. This story contains mature themes, including:   

•    Drug use, Strong language, Explicit scenes, Mentions of S.A, Violence, Dark Themes, Crime Elements, Alcohol, Club setting, Obsession, Possessive, Protective Love, Emotional.

This story is also written by two authors. Both working on the two couple. Please read with caution. For those who stay, welcome to a world where love and darkness intertwine.

Dedication:

Reaches out to cup your cheek, "now be a good girl for me."

(Don't forget to like and comment.)

A small note:

When you see the italic font, it means they are speaking in Korean.

CHAPTER ONE | DANTE'S INFERNO Songs for chapter: The Weeknd | Life of The Party Massive Attack | Angel

The night was thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and slow-burning tobacco, the kind of humid, lingering darkness that clung to the skin like a whispered secret. It was mid-May, and the city pulsed with nocturnal life, a symphony of distant horns, murmured conversations, and the low thud of bass bleeding from the club's depths.

Min Yoongi stood at the edge of the alleyway, cigarette balanced between his fingers, ember glowing like a dying star. He exhaled slowly, smoke curling around his sharp features, dissipating into the night air. The weight of the day sat heavy on his shoulders, though he wore it well—loose black dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal the veins along his forearms. He didn't belong here, not really, and yet, he was the city, carved from its bones, his presence an extension of the world that lurked beneath the surface.

The club's neon sign flickered above him, Kitty Gang, a name that masked its true nature. To outsiders, it was just another place for Seoul's restless youth to waste themselves in music and alcohol. But Yoongi knew better. He was part of the blood that kept it alive, an undercurrent of power that hummed beneath the polished floors and dimly lit VIP rooms. He had no intention of being here longer than necessary—just one last cigarette before heading back inside, before returning to the inevitable.

The he saw her.

Aalia Lancaster Hong stood near the entrance, caught between two figures, a quiet presence in the chaos. Her friends —because this is what they wanted to be, young and careless, unaware of the beast they had led her to. They laughed between drags of their cigarettes, their voices light and easy.

"You better not be drinking!" She gave her friend a stern look.

Sol Jin laughed and reached her fingers out to pinch her friend's cheek. "I'm not," she said. "I promise." Aalia gave her a funny side-eye and hummed.

Yoongi could see that she did not belong at a place like this. It was in the way she held herself, in the way her hands curled into the sleeves of her cardigan as if seeking warmth, in the way her gaze flickered to the street, as if making sure nothing would come at her through the shadows of the alleyways. There was something hesitant about her, something untouched. Innocent. And that made her stand out more than anything else.

His gaze traced the lines of her silhouette—long, dark hair spilling over her shoulders, skin catching in the dim light, eyes dark pools of something unreadable. She wasn't trying to be seen, wasn't dressed for attention the way the others were, and yet Yoongi found himself watching her, drawn by something he couldn't quite place. She was still oblivious to how he was watching her from a far.

He took another drag, let the smoke fill his lungs before releasing it in a slow exhale. He dropped the cigarette, crushed the ember beneath his shoe, and entered the club once again.

Kitty Gang was alive with heat and sin. Strobe lights flickered in a rhythm that mimicked a pulse, casting electric shadows over bodies lost in the music. The air was thick—perfume, alcohol, sweat. The kind of place that thrived on indulgence and secrecy, where the walls knew more than the people inside ever would.

He had no interest in any of it. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, unseen, untouched, until he reached the back of the club. A private corner, dimly lit, where he could observe without being disturbed. He leaned back into the leather seat, rolling his sleeves up further, revealing the ink that traced along his forearm—subtle, yet a silent reminder of who he was. Of where he came from.

He wasn't here for pleasure. He was here because his friend, Jimin had asked him to be.

Jimin, the owner of Kitty Gang, one of the few people he could call a friend. Like him, Jimin had his hands in more than just business. Kitty Gang was but a beautiful, constructed illusion hiding something far more dangerous. It was a place of sin.

Time passed in a slow blur, an hour or more of nothing. Just bodies moving, music pressing against the walls, the clink of glasses from across the room. Yoongi stayed still, detached, nursing a single glass of whiskey, uninterested in anything beyond the burn in his throat.

Then, he moved.

He slid out of the booth, weaving through the crowd with effortless precision, shoulders brushing against strangers without a second thought. He didn't belong to their world, and yet, it shifted around him, making space. The bar was crowded, neon lights casting blue and violet hues over the polished counter. He reached for his drink order –

And then –

A soft collision. A sharp intake of breath.

Someone had stumbled into him.

He turned, already prepared to dismiss whoever it was—until his gaze met hers.

"I am so, so sorry," her posh british accent fell from her lips, and he stopped breathing for a moment.

He didn't respond immediately. He was stunned into silence as he took in the sight of her in. The way her face flushed red from the embarrasement of colliding with him, the way her gaze remained steady on his, not averting. There was something fearless about the way her eyes held his, like she was not the least intimidated by him.

It amused him.

He didn't mind the face that she had crushed into him. In fact, he found himself relishing in it, in the way her smaller frame compared to him.

"Oh," she shook her head, relising that she spoke in english. She appologies again, this time in Korean.

He quirked a brow at the sound of her vice, from the accented English to Korean added a new layer to his intrigue. There was a certain elegance in the way she spoke – a sort of smoothness.

"Apology accepted," he responded in englsih. "No need to be so formsl, though. You can lose the '-yo.'"

She laughed. It was soft, a sound he found himself curiously drawn to. There was something about the way her lips curved into a smile that made him want to hear more of that laugh, to see more of that expression.

He returned the smile, a subtle upwards movement at the edge of his mouth. He couldn't remember the last time someone had looked this happy to collide with him.

His gaze flickered over her face once more, taking in the details he could see in the light, the soft curve of her cheeks, the slight parting of her lips.

"I should go!" Her words were alsot lost to among the 4/4 kick drum beat of the music, yet he still could hear her. He leaned in, close enough for her to hear him without having to shout over the music.

"So soon?" he said, trying to sound disinterseted, to not let her hear the mild ciriosity in his voice.

"I have to find my friends!"

He considered for a moment, observing the way she looked around, clearly searching for the girls he had seen her standing outside earlier with. Her eyes were fixed on the sea of bodies, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. He allowed himself a moment to study her, to take in the way she bit her lip in thought, the way her hands fidgeted against the fabric of her cardigan.

"Can't they wait?" his tone was light and casual. He knew from the moment he saw that she was not like the others. She was untouched by sin. Did she know that Kitty Gang was the nine circles of hell? Did she know she was in the land of Gods and Monsters?

Her phone lit up in her hand, and he watched as she unlocked it.

He watched silently as she checked her phone, his gaze flickered from her face to her hands. Despite the loud music and flashing lights, she seemed almost calm, her attention entirely focused on her phone.

He watched her lock her phone and place it inside her bag, beforer his gaze returned to her. He thought for a moment before gesturing to the left sight of the bar were there was a larger room with leather sofas, chairs and tables. And all the way in the back there were a few booths just hidden in the shadows.

"Join me?" he asked, his voice bearly audible iver the pulsating msuic. There was a nonchalantness in his tone as if the invitation was mearly a casual suggestion. But his gaze was stready, a subtle hint of intrest dancing in his eyes.

Her lips pursed to the side as she looked at him. "Um..." she trailed off.

He could sense her hesitation, her uncertainty at the suggestion. There was a pause, a moment where she seemed to be weighing her options, and he found himself curiously awaiting her response. Even in the dim lighting, he could see the subtle changes in her expression, the way her brows furrowed ever so slightly, the way her gaze flickered between him and the rest of the club.

Nevertheless, he waited, his eyes still fixed on her and his fingers tapped against the edge of his glass, silently counting the seconds. But then he noticed something. Her eyes shifted over his shoulder, and there was an uncomfortable look in her eyes.

He followed her line of sight, turning to look over his shoulder just slightly enough to see. He saw a man standing on the other side of the bar, his eyes fixed her her like a hawk.

He didn't like it. In fact, he hated the way that man's eyes moved over her figure while smirking as if he was planning to approch her soon. He turned back to her, just in time to see her small, subtle smile, a silent agreement to joining him at his table.

Yoongi nodded but first turned to the bartender and leaned over the bar. "Him," he shifted his eyes to the man. "Out." The bartenter gave him a nod. He waved his hand, and two buff-looking men dressed in black grabbed the man, pulling him away as Yoongi led her to his table.

The booth was in a secluded corner of the club that offered a small respite from the chaos. The atmosphere was different here, the music subdued, and the shadows darker. He watched as she sat down slightly across from him, his gaze lingering on her movements, noticing the way she fidgeted with the sleeves of her cardigan, the way her eyes roamed the area.

She noticed the pack of opened gummy bears, a bowl of fresh tantarins and a few glass bottles of water.

He reached for his glass, taking a mesured sip of his whiskey before setting it down again. The silence between them was not uncomfortable, but rather heavy with unspoken words. He let the silence hang in the air for a moment longer, his gaze studying her face in this better lighting, his eyes tracing the lines of her features, the arch of her brows, the curve of her lips. He wanted to hear more of her voice, that soft British accent that had caught his attention.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leand back agasint the leather sofa of the booth. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Aalia," she extended her hand out towards him, a force of habit.

His eyes fall to her hand and then back to her face. He smiled at her gesture and reached out to shake her hand. "Aalia," he echoed her name quietly, letting it roll off his tongue. It suited her. His gaze remained on her, his eyes studying the way she was sitting, so small in the vast booth. She looked young, yet there was a certain maturity in her eyes, a quiet wisdom in her expression.

"Yoongi," he introduced himself as well.

She smiled. "Nice to meet you, Yoongi." He couldn't help but notice the way the smile lit up her face, making it softer and her eyes shined brighter than any city. She was a stark contrast to the atmosphere of the club, a breath of fresh air in the smoke and chaos. And he found himself wanting to see more of that smile, to hear more of her voice.

They broke the handshake, and Yoongi crossed his arms once again. He tried to keep his expression casual, trying not to betray the gorwing intrest within him.

"Do you come here often?" the words slipped out before he could stop them.

And then he heard it, her laugh. It had caught him off guard. It was one of those contagious laughs. The kind that made you want to draw it out of someone over and over again. Yoongi found himself grinning at her reaction, the way she acted as though his question was the most ludicrous thing in the world.

He found himself unable to look away as her laughter echoed around them, his gaze fixated on her face, the way her almond-shaped eyes almost closed, the way her nose scrunched slightly and the way her cheeks pushed her cheekbones up.

"No," Aalia managed to say through her laugher.

He raised a brow at her response, surprised by the simplicity of it, the hosenty. He thought maybe she was going to lie and say that she was a regular.

He tilted his head. "So, this isn't your regular Saturday night, huh?"

"Mm-mm," she shook her head. "And no matter how much I want to, sneaking out of this club is not exactly on my list tonight. My friends are kind of my ride."

He raised an eyebrow at that. So, she had no escape route. she was trapped here, with her unreliable friends and the loud thumping music. In a way, it was pleasing to know she had nowhere to go. It seemed to match her innocent, untainted nature. "I could give you a ride home," he offered. "If you want?"

She laughed again, and his heart skipped a beat. "I don't think that's a good idea," she said. "But thank you."

He couldn't help but be amused by her immediate rejection, the way her laughter danced in the air. "Why not?" he asked.

Aalia gave Yoongi a small smile and shrug. "I don't know you."

He nodded. "You don't know me," he repeated, his voice low and seady. "Fair enough. But how do you expect people to get to know each other if you always deny them?"

"What makes you think I deny people the chance to know me?"

He stared at her, studying her face, the innocent  in her eyes, and the soft curve of her lips as she smiled. "I don't know," he said. "Something tells me youre the type of girl who keeps herself guarded."

"Are you writing yourself a novel there?" she smiled and tilted her head.

He smirked at her words. "I'm just making an obervation," he replied. "I doubt I'm too far off the mark, am I?"

She held her index and thumb apart. "Meh," she squinted her eye playfully, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Her innocent and playful attitude was infectious. He found himself intrigued by the contrast between her demeanor and the way she tried to keep her guard up.

"You're quite something, Aalia," he whispered under his breath in amusment. The way he was looking at her was as if he was looking at a Sandro Botticelli painting. He wondered what it would take to break that facade, to see what was hidden beneath the surface of that sweet smile. "So," he sighed. "Why did you come here if you're not the clubbing type?"

"Because my friends didn't want to leave me alone," she explained. "And...they wanted to see what I was like at a club."

"Which is?"

She sighed deeply. "I want to sleep."

He couldn't help but smile at her blunt honesty. There was something so enduring about the way she didn't care about the club's atmosphere the way she was more intrested in getting hom and sleeping. But deep down, dispite how dark Kitty Gang was, Yoongi was happy she was dragged here tonight. After all, if her friends had not taken her, they would've never met.

"And what would you be doing if you had not come here tonight, Aalia?" he asked in amusment.

"I would have ordered chicken shish kebab, read a book and then I'd fall asleep."

He laughed at her response. It was so simple, so mundane and yet, it was the most refreshing thing he heard in a while. Most people here were concerned with appearcenes, shallow chatter, drugs and meanignless hookups. "That's it?" he is tone was playful.

"Yep," she smiled cheerfully and proudly.

He leaned back into the booth, his arms still crossed over his chest. He tilted his head slightly as he looked at her. "Are you always like this?'

She knew what he was asking, and she gave a small shrug, "I'm sure the other girls here are the same," she said. "You just have to get to know them."

He wanted to roll his eyes. She was so painfully naïve, it almost made him want to burst out laughing. "Oh, you sweet summer child," he smiled. "You don't think everyone here is just looking for meaningless fun?"

"If getting drunk and dancing is meaningless fun," she held her hands up in surrender. "Hey, I don't judge. You do you, boo."

Her response caught him off guard, the unexpected nonchalance of it like a splash of cold water.

He smirked, amused by her attitude. "You're naive." his tone was tinged with a hint of admiration. He found himself strangely drawn to the innocence she carried with her, as if it beckoned to something within him. His gaze steaded on her as he continued - "and somehow incredibly endearing."

A moment of comfortable silence hangs over them, and he found himself simply admiring the way the faint lighting catches the gleam of her eyes, how her long hair fell down her back, and the shorter pieces framed her face and the way her  part. "Are you even old enough to be in here?"

She laughed out loudly. Other would have tried to impress him with a giggle, hand over their mouth while batting their lashes. But she sat there, throwing her head back and laughed like she didn't care. "Does that laugh an aswer to, 'old enough,' or 'not old enough?'"

"A lady does not reavel her age," she said.

And he couldn't help the smirk tugging in the corner of his mouth. "In that case," he sighed. "I suppose I'll have to guess."

Aalia's brow shot upwards as she looked at him while smiling. She watched how he studied her for a moment, his head tilting from one side to the other as he thought. He bit down on the side of his bottm lip and inahled sharply. "Nineteen?"

She tilted her head, a silent answer that he was wrong.

"Hmm," he raised a finger to his chin. "Alright, if not nineteen, then twenty-one?"

She pressed her lips togther, scrunched her nose and shook her head.

"Twenty-two?"

"Mm-mm," she shook her head. "I'll tell you; twelve."

He raised a brow, clearly knowing she was teasing him. "Now it all makes sense," he nodded, playing along. "Your innocence, the naivety and your clear lack of life experience."

"Hey!" she laughed as she grabbed a gummy bear from the pack and threw it at him. The gummy bear hit his chest and fell into his lap. His smiled at the sound of her laugh. 'God, her laugh,' he thought to himself. "I'm twenty-four," she admitted finally. To say that he was relived would have been an understatment. He was enjoying talking to her.

"You're the fisrt guy to talk to me for so long," she laughed.

Yoongi found himyself chuckling at her words. It was an unexpected admission. Most women would claim to have men talking to them constantly so they would appear desiable. But not her. He couldn't help but be intrigued. There was something refreshing about her honesty, her authenticity. "I find that hard to believe," he scoffed, and she laughed.

He watched her subtle movements with curious eyes, the way she swayed to the beat of the music without even realizing it. The way the dim lighting cast shadows on her features, making her look almost dream-like. He took another sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving her.  He was inexplicably drawn to her, to the innocence that radiated from her like a faint glow.

'Take that step, you're the life of the party.'

He was trying to imagine her in the middle of the crowded dance floor, and he begain to wonder – want to see what she would look like. He wanted to se how she would move and look under the pulsing lights. "Do you dance?" he asked, his tone casual, as if the question was a simple curiosity rather than desire.

"I don't feel comfortbale dancing in places like this."

"Not even with me?" he asked teasingly.

Aalia squinted her eye playfuly. "Especially you," there was a hint of flirtation in her whispered tone.

He chuckled, finding her response endearingly honest and sweet. "So, no late-night parties?" he asked, and she shook her head. "No drinking?"

"God, no," she laughed.

The words slipped out his mouth before he could think to stop them. He wanted to test just how far her purity went. "You're a good girl then, aren't you?" he asked, his tone was a shade lower. His mind started wondering what other things she haven't done yet, and the thoughts made his throat go dry. He cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "So...this is your first time at a club, then?"

There was innocence written all over her and he couldn't help but find himself ewanting to see more, to find out just how far her purity extended, to what lengths she would go to remain pure and innocent. The thought of it alone was overwhelming, like a drug he couldn't get enough of.

He leaned in closer. "No drinking, no parities, no dating, huh?' he said again, his eyes fixed on her face, hoping for a reaction. He hoped that this was all just a joke. That she was only messing with him, but she only shook her head.

He was mesmerized by the innocence radiating from her, the way she confirmed it all, he wanted to take her away all to himself.

"No kissing?"

She blinked and her eyes widended, as if she was slowly realising the game he was playing. "No kissing?" He asked again. "No touching? Nothing?"

She only blinked again.

He smirked at her reaction. He was already addicted. The thought of her not being touched, unsullied by anything and anyone was enough to make him crazy. He leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to trouch her face, to feel the smoothness of her skin. His fingers traced along the soft skin of her cheek.

Her lack of flinching to his touch was both pleasing and maddening. He ran his thumb over her lips, his touch was gentle, like she was a crystal ball and he did not want to drop it. Touching her like this made his heart race. He wanted to throw her on the table and ruin her for anyone else.

He wanted her in every sense of the word. He was a man starved, and she was a banquet laid out before him. "No one has kissed you before," his voice was rough and low. "No one has tasted your lips before." He wanted to be the first, to be the only one to kiss her. His hand on her cheek turned her face upwards so she was looking into his eyes.

He moved along the leather sofa of the booth, drawing even closer to her. "Just how innocent are you, really?" he asked. "Have you ever been this close to a man before, darling?"

A low chuckle left his lips at her lack of response. "You're trembling," he said. He allowed for the moment to hang in the air, relishing in the way she looked. He could only imagine what she would sound like moaning his name, begging for more.

His fingers ran through her long hair, marveling at the softness. "It's adorble," he said. "How pure and innocent you are."

Yoongi leaned in, closing the fianl distance between them, his lips met hers in a soft and tentative kiss. He could feel her inexperiance in the kiss. She wasn't moving her lips, but she wasn't pulling either. It was driving him wild. He pressed his lips more filmly agasint hers, his tongue darthing out to sweep across her bottom lip in a silent request. His hand, cupping her cheek tighter as the other went to her waist, bringing her over his lap to straddle him.

A low groan cralwed in his throat when she settled on top of him.

He broke the kiss briefly, his gaze flickering up to meet hers. He could bearly restrain himself. He wanted to take her right here, in the dark corner of Kitty Gang with a crowd of people just a few feet away.

He leaned in again, capturing her lips in another kiss, this time more demanding. His tongue seeking entrance, but he didn't want to have to tell her. He gripped her hips, tugging her even closer, making her gasp, and he took the opportunity to taste her tongue.

Aalia gripped his shoulders tighly, her body trembling against his, and it only served him to deepen the kiss. Yoongi's hand moved to her thigh, while the other gripped the back of her head, holding her in place, his fingers lost and tangled in her hair.

He didn't want to, but he needed to break the kiss to breathe. He saw how her chest rised up and fell down in short quick breaths. The golden necklance sitting around her nack glistned in the dim lights, and his fingers dug into the softness of her thighs.

His lips moved to her neck like a magnet being pulled where he left a trail of kisses, his teeth grazing against her pulse. He could feel the rapid beating of her heart under his lips. He sunch his teeth into her skin.

"Aahmmn."

Yoongi smirked agaisnt her skin, his grip on her thigh tightened as he heard her soft gasp of a moan. He licked over the sensitive skin of her neck, his tongue darting out to sooth the faint mark from his teeth. 

She was shaking – trembling like a leaf. He pulled back to press his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. He took in her flushed cheeks, swollen lips and her widened eyes with that innocent look in them. It all made him want to devour her, to ruin her completely.

He caputred her lips I another kiss. He didn't care that they were in a public setting, that they barely even knew each other. All he knew was that he wanted her. He needed her. He was almost feral with the need to take her.

He abruptly pulled back from the kiss, cupping her cheek with one hand. "Come home with me," he said, his voice a raspy whisper. It sounded more like a plea than a request. He was past the point of caring about propriety, or decency. He wanted her.

He made her shift in his lap, and something pressed between her legs. It made her suck in a sharp and deep breath. "Can you feel it?" he asked, his voice still rough and gravelly.

He didn't even bother waiting for her to answer, and he kissed her again. Min Yoongi knew that if he did not take her out of her, he was going to take her right on the sofa in the booth, and he wouldn't care who was watching.

"Come home with me," he repeated again. "Please."

"AALIA!?" Sol Jin yalled from a far.

Yoongi felt her freeze in his arms, the sudden interuption breaking the spell he was under.

Reluctantly he loosened his grip on her, letting her get off him when all he wanted to do was tell her to be quiet and wait for her friend to leave so he could have her. But he didn't.

He watched as she crawled over the sofa, grabbing her bag and smoothed out her skirt and blouse. He watched her walk away, his eyes following her every movemnt. He was left feeling fustrated and unsatisfied, the need to take her was still burning in his veins. He wanted to follow after her, to pull her into a corner or even just his car and finish what they started. But he couldn't. She had already disapeared.

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself, but his mind was consumed by thoughts of her, Aalia.

(You can read ESCAPISM on AO3 so you can read the chapters there in order)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64009903/chapters/164201557

[againwithpurpose]

Hi, it’s me again— the cultural history, art and literature nerd. I have seen more fun and clever stuff.

There are interesting books strewn all over the sets all the time, but I like this one in particular — The Savage Garden — not only because of the obvious, recurring references made to the concept in the show, but because it’s also very relevant to Daniel and Armand.

The book is about an art history student who goes to Italy to study a renaissance garden — which’s nine tiers correspond to the nine circles of hell in Dante’s The Divine Comedy — owned by an old aristocratic family. While he wanders round the garden, full of statues placed there to tell stories of love and grief (and other, less obvious, things) he uncovers secrets and clues that lead to the solving of one murder that was committed sometime shortly after WWII, and one that happened sometime during the renaissance.

So it’s basically full of parallels to Armand’s past in renaissance Venice, his religious journeys and relationship with god and the devil (which are, admittedly, more prominent in the books, but still absolutely there in the show), and references that feel very Marius.

And then there’s the parallels to Daniel, the man who travels to ask relatively straightforward questions but instead ends up solving murders committed in post WWII Paris. He also gets physical with the renaissance affiliated character, just like the protagonist in the bok. (Sure, he got fangs instead of sex, but we all know he will get that too soon enough, right?)

I now, once again, feel like I need to rewatch both seasons frame by frame.

(It’s been many years since I read it, so it’s not fresh in my memory, but I remember it as quite a good read. Not your run of the mill murder mystery. In the second pile there are books on US politics. Midnight in Washington is really good, interesting for us non US citizens too.)

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Danny and Damien are twins au, but a slightly redeemed vlad makes Danny the CEO of Vlad Co and DALV and all his other shell companies. Danny is danny, he got pushed into this against his will and is very overwhelmed by CEO duties, so he reaches out to one of his father's sons, Timothy Drake-Wayne, for advice

-------------------

So, danny definitely knows his heritage in this au. He was the spare to Damien's heir, and while their relationship was strained by the constant competition, they still love each other, even when Danny started to show more proficiency in infiltration and subterfuge than assassination. Damien and Danny have a huge fight before Danny leaves, with Damien swearing to never forgive Danny for his betrayal, while Danny is like "what betrayal??? I just cant bring myself to kill someone outside of self-defense??"

(One of the things I hate about Danny and Damien Twin AUs is this depiction that, just because (usually) Danny is unwilling to kill, that makes him weak and a traitor. You think the medical staff in the LoA are assassinating people? Or the lawyers? He's not useless, he's just not good as an assassin)

He was sent to the Fentons at like... seven? eight? to study how the Fentons are purifying lazurus waters from Jack and Maddie, both of whom are partly sponsored by the League of Assassins. He's also learning more about spying from Jack, surprisingly, because no one would expect him of being a top tier spy. He has the occasional mission as a child, but it's mostly shadowing Jack to learn how to spy.

Danny sends letters to both Talia and Damien regarding updates on his training and the Fenton's research, but after a year of no reply from Damien, it's only to Talia. He's feels super hurt by this, and abandoned by the LoA, but the Fentons are kind and familial, and Talia visits once a year. She's unwilling to risk visiting more often, lest she risk getting the JL or the Spiders attention, but sometimes she even manages to visit on his birthday!

(Meanwhile, Talia starts sending birthday assassins to kill Damien so she can spend their birthday with Danyal. She's a really hot and cold mom.

Talia: You can choose me, and have a birthday dinner. Or you can choose your father and have a birthday assassin. You're choice. )

When Slade blows up the LoA, Danyal is given permanent orders to remain as Daniel Fenton until Talia, and only Talia, brings him back to the League. No missions and only one letter every six months. But when Ra's comes back to life and the League is back in power, Talia... never tells Danyal. Because she's seen how happy Damien is being a normal child with their father and wants that for Danyal too. Plus, she wants to continue to have a good relationship one of her children, sue her bruce.

So Danny is completely convinced that the League is mostly gone other than his mother, her zealots, and knows that his brother is living with their father. and he's... relieved. His brother is safe, and his mom told him their grandfather was avenged, so Danny can just enjoy his life. Which he does.

He sends out his six month report days before the portal accident.

Canon stuff happens until Danny is sixteen and Vlad, the fruitloop, steps down as CEO and strong-arms Danny into becoming CEO in his place. Jack and Maddie (who at this point know [or have always known in Jack's case, adn Danny didn't appreciate his dad using his his poker face against him like that] about Phantom) are thrilled.

Vlad is using his "foster son" (Dark Danny, but in this idea, he's Dante Masters) as an excuse as to why he's stepping down, since Dante needs all the attention he can give as a "troubled youth". Danny secretly hopes Dante kills Vlad in his sleep, but signs the papers away.

And there's so much work.

Danny has some idea of what he's doing (Vlad co is a tech company and DALV is weapons manufacturing, plus vlad gave him a crash course on CEOing). Sam and Tuck even help! But he wishes there was someone who could understand the pain of being a CEO while still a teen. But... his father's son, his brother, is one such person. And even though the other would never know, he really wanted to get to know his other siblings. So Danny reaches out for advice to Timothy Drake-Wayne.

Tim is immediately on guard when this Damien clone walks into his office claiming to be the new Vlad Co CEO. The clone acts nothing like Damien, but he still thinks this Danny Fenton is a league plant.

His paranoia doubles when Damien freaks out and confesses that A) Danny is apparently his twin brother and B) that he's been with the League of Assassins this whole time. Damien, who really doesn't want to admit that the reason he forced himself to forget his brother was because said brother didn't want to kill people, says "Tch. I didn't want to associate with the likes of him, so I put him out of my mind." Tim now believes that he's dealing with a master assassin with a huge grudge against Damien and Danyal showing no signs of malicious or aggression in their meetings only convinces him that Danyal is a master actor too.

Which, Danyal is a master actor. But all that other stuff is just Tim reaching.

[quarterlifekitty]

So I've been wanting a dog for SO long and I'm still not in a position to get one in good conscience, but together with a partner it could maybe be possible. How would the CoD men react to you suggesting getting a dog together? And also, what kind of dog would they want? And what would they want to name it?

Hope you realize that they’re gonna get deployed at some point and then it’s your dog lol

Gaz wants very classic, intelligent medium-large dog. German Shepard, Labrador, malamute, something like that. And he acts like he’s your dad when you ask about it. Like “are you sure we can handle the responsibility???” Like I dunno Kyle if you’re telling me that I can trust you with an automatic rifle in a foreign country but I can’t trust you to co-parent a dog then I’m not paying my fucking taxes this year. Anyway, it likes him more even though you’re the principal food giver, and it has a simple, pretty name like Lucy or Daisy.

You’re going to have to ask Soap about getting a dog on your second date if you wanna beat him. This man is 100% the type to bring home an animal without asking or telling you. Terrier of some kind— friend of his was giving away puppies and he couldn’t help himself because without you he has no impulse control. You come home to the puppy tearing into one of his boots and you’re like “Johnny. What is this.” And he’s like “That’s Gargamel” as if that should satisfy all of your curiosity.

Ghost is kinda reluctant. He doesn’t think of himself as nurturing. He doesn’t like noise. He’s all “if we’re gonna have a dog, it’s gonna need discipline from day one”. You get a mutt from a shelter, some pit bull mix. On day 2 he’s letting his leg fall asleep because the dog is sleeping on his lap. It has a generic dog name, like Spike.

Price thinks a dog is a good idea. Could keep you company while he’s away, and you probably need some more time to warm up to living with him before he suggests a baby. He insists you decide on the breed because you’ll be spending the most time with it, but he’s clearly very biased. He’s pushing for a dog with floppy ears. This man wants a wrinkly dog. You’re getting a basset hound, is what I’m saying. He decided when you brought up getting a dog. The dog gets a rank, also. Sergeant Columbo. Sarge for short.

König does not realize this, but his favored breeds are all intelligent, somewhat violent, and require a lot of grooming. Childishly, he doesn’t love the idea of getting a dog because it means sharing your attention with an animal, but at the same time he feels it would be cruel to deny you that considering that he can’t be home all of the time. You get a poodle or a bedlington terrier. It has a cute name like Mitzi, but like. That thing is tearing squirrels to shreds. And he loves it. But it loves you more.

Nikolai agrees on a dog, so long as it has utility as well as being a companion. He’ll get you a doberman, and it’ll be trained at a highly rated obedience school, and further trained by him to basically defend you to the death. And you can tell him that you don’t think anyone is ever gonna try to pull anything on you while this dog is around, but he just says it doesn’t hurt to be careful. Its name is something edgy like Dante, Mephistopheles, Cerberus. He thinks a scary dog needs a scary name, even if it acts like a puppy when it’s around you.

[icycoldninja]

FLUFFCEMBER DAY#29: (Sparda boys x Reader)

Movie night headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante's movie taste has two sides: absolute chaotic bullshit or really cheesy romance movies that should only be viewed by boy-crazy teen girls.

-He will insist you watch his picks and only lets you watch yours if you beg or if he doesn't have a specific movie in mind.

-Makes a crap ton of popcorn and eats like a pig, getting salt all over the couch.

-Also brings beers for some reason. Movie nights aren't exactly a reason to drink, yet here he is.

-As the movie progresses, he gets more and more clingy; by the time the movie's finished and the credits are rolling, he's practically smothering you.

-When kissing scenes pop up he looks at you expectantly, as if he wants you to re-enact whatever the actors are doing on him.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil has had enough action and horror for his life, so it's only natural that he likes fluffy stuff, like Hallmark holiday movies.

-You'll find him sitting comfortably on the couch with a hot, steaming cup of tea and maybe a few cookies, enjoying the show and all it's cheesy-ness.

-Prefers to watch movies alone because it's quieter that way, but he won't object if you want to join him.

-He will watch whatever you decide to put on, but know that he will be silently judging every second of it.

-Can't be bothered to make the popcorn and just sits around playing with the remote while you do it. This isn't because he's lazy, it's because he doest know how and fears embarrassing himself if he tries and inevitably fails.

-The best part of movie night by far is the fact that you guys have so much fun just hanging around together. It doesn't matter whether you're paying attention the movie or not, what matters is that you're spending time together and loving every second of it.

□ Nero □

-Honestly, he would rather be kicking demon ass or messing around with his prosthetics.

-Still, he wants to spend time with you so he'll suffer through whatever you want him to watch for your sake.

-Nero likes really intense, violent stuff (as if he hasn't seen enough violence already) because he's an edgy boi. However, if you happen to be of the softer, fluffier type, he won't complain.

-He ends up getting really absorbed into whatever you choose anyway, so none of it matters in the end.

-Doesn't like to eat while watching TV. He feels that the sounds of his own chewing is always louder than the show itself.

-He does love drinking soda, though, and has a lot of it stashed in the back of the fridge, so prepare to feel bloated from all the carbonation.

[alicethenobody]

My headcanons about the Sparda twins coming back from hell.

-They’re stuck for about 11 months, after they find a way out after managing to sever those stupid roots so they don’t bother anybody anymore.

-Just in time for Patty’s 19th birthday party!

-Somehow they accidentally end up there, and chaos ensues.

-Patty scolds Dante for missing her birthday party last year and cries tears of joy at the same time knowing he’s finally home, she’d visited DMC everyday to see if Dante had turned up and now she doesn’t have to wait anymore to see him again. After the scolding she gives him as tight of a hug as she can. Dante promises to make it up to her and reassures her he didn’t mean to neglect her on her birthday. Patty demands double the presents, and even though he doubts he can afford much he’ll try to find a way. He can’t say no to Pattycakes.

-Btw for those who don’t know the novel reveals Dante planned on seeing Patty after handling Urizen, he just didn’t want to go to the party itself because he feels uncomfortable and like a freak around “normal” (his words) people like Patty’s friends and thinks he’s dangerous to be around.

-Vergil is confused. Very confused. They act a lot like family. Could Dante have had a kid? He never said anything about that.

-Nope. They’re just really tightly knit found family.

-Patty eventually starts roasting Dante like usual, mainly for how he smells horrible and his hair is a mess. She demands that he showers right now.

-Vergil decides he likes Patty already and teams up with her to roast his brother and tells him “Do what she says, Dante. You wouldn’t want to make her upset.” In the most smug way fucking possible.

-Dante wanted to go back to the shop right away considering he’d been gone for so long, but again, he really can’t say no to Patty.

-They return to DMC after that. Nero is there and he’s silently shocked for a moment when the twins walk through the door, in the middle of an argument about something really stupid. Probably about pizza toppings. Nothing really serious just normal sibling banter.

-“GUYS! GUYS! GUYS! Can we please talk?!”

-Dante, realizing Nero is there, is giddy to see his nephew. However… Nero gives him a swift uppercut to the jaw.

-This leads to Nero dragging Dante somewhere they can talk alone. He demands an explanation as to why Dante never told him about anything.

-This will be difficult, but Dante knows he needs to explain stuff to him. It’s only fair. He has a right to know.

-He doesn’t open up about his trauma that lead to all this, that’d be out of character. But he does explain to Nero the best he can that the Sparda family has a long, bloody and traumatic history and he thought if Nero got involved he’d get hurt and he didn’t want the only family he had left to get hurt, or ruin the happy life he was living with Kyrie.

-He expects another punch from Nero, he thinks he deserves it, but instead Nero crushes him with a hug.

-“Never fucking do that again, idiot. From now on we’re family, you got it? No more secrets.”

-Dante nearly cries as he says “You have my word, kid.” in the goofiest, most overjoyed way possible. Also he’s kinda nervous about it at first because he’s not used to receiving affection anymore but he hugs Nero back.

-Vergil on the other hand? Having a… relationship with him is gonna be difficult as hell. It’ll take a while before Vergil and Nero are comfortable around each other. Kyrie and Dante play a big role in helping the two, though Vergil was a lot more reluctant at first to accept his little bro’s help.

-Also Vergil lives with Dante and let’s just say the business is a lot better with him around. They still bicker a lot but it’s out of love because what siblings don’t annoy each other?

Will Nero ever learn about the Sparda family’s history in better detail? I have a lot of thoughts about that, as well as possible plot points in a DMC 6 type scenario but I just wanted this post to be about the immediate return from hell.

Edit: Wanted to mention I also have thoughts about Nero’s side of things while the twins were in hell about what he was doing and how he was feeling and all that stuff but this post is mainly about this twins.

[vaguely-concerned]

Eight Little Talons Reread Thoughts

Which, I’ll level with you folks, is mostly just me gushing about Teia and Viago and how much they should kiss because of who I am as a person, but maybe also some actual observations sprinkled in. This is still my favourite story in Tevinter Nights, I think, there’s so much Character Stuff in it. Let’s go!

Viago hated carriages—no amount of plush seating could make up for the inevitable ache of being knocked around like weighted dice. But decorum insisted, and he would not be outclassed by his fellow Talons.

Vs.

“You didn’t take a carriage.” 

“My luggage did. But I couldn’t resist the opportunity for a country jaunt.” She nodded toward the thoroughbred Taslin strider grazing on the top of the hill. “Andoral so rarely gets a chance to let loose in Rialto.” 

“You named your horse after an archdemon?” 

“Don’t worry, Vi. I won’t let him nip you.

You know… Andarateia might gain some illusion of normalcy by standing next to the most paranoid wound-up-tight repressed man around to provide contrast, but I think it’s crucial we keep in mind that she is also nuts. Naming your horse after an archdemon IS an insane thing to do in the world of Thedas huh. I suppose she genuinely seems to think of Caterina Dellamorte as a warm maternal figure and is in love with a tetchy snake of a guy too, it does all start to add up when you look at it like that.

— Beneath the smooth samite, he felt like a sinewy ball of tension. Teia suspected contact of any kind made Viago uncomfortable. It would explain why he swathed himself in indigo from chin to toe and refused to remove his gloves during dinner.

He offers his arm to her and doesn’t pull away when they meet Caterina — only when Dante shows up. Interesting (and possibly part of why Caterina seems to consider the two of them a cleverly stabilizing package deal when they get along lol). I love the mix of playful seduction and genuine fond, intimate knowledge and interest Teia has for him all the way through too — speculating about his childhood, trying to divine his thoughts and intentions, testing to see how he reacts to different things. And it’s so sweet that she seems to regard him with this affectionate amusement and fascination (which he seems to be afraid means that she’s mocking him but is, I think, just another level of appreciation she has for him. Correctly. Because he’s one of the funniest people in Thedas both in concept and in practice. Accountant brained-ass noodle arm Vetinari homage poison specialist. Teia’s neurotic purse dog of a man. Sole royal bastard who willingly chose to have a boring Antivan day job (killing people) and makes spreadsheets about it.) 

— “Not exactly welcoming, are they?” Teia whispered, her breath warm against his ear. 

Viago’s grip tightened on the head of his walking stick.

I swear to god courtney woods is so fucking good at writing romantic and sexual tension. One sentence!!! She drops in a one-sentence detail and it says everything!!!! She has such a knack for consistently adding these details without getting overindulgent or spelling it out too much that I really admire, I tend a bit more towards indulging too much as a writer that way myself so her sense of where to show restraint has me in awe 

— “Don’t ‘Nonna’ me, Andarateia Cantori,” Caterina snapped, although the heat in her voice had lowered to a simmer. “Not even my actual grandchildren call me that.” 

“Well, considering who your grandchildren are,” Teia responded, “I’m not surprised.” 

“How is Master Lucanis?” Viago asked.

Hell yeah Lucanis mention! Can’t wait to see how their dynamics will turn out in-game, we could be in for some truly spectacular and absurd workplace comedy nonsense if we’re lucky

— As always, Viago had with him his leather case of poisons and antidotes for toxins typically hidden in ingredients such as olives, truffles, pasta, lamb, cheese, cream, and alcohol. But he had not expected eggplant.

This is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read, I love Viago so much he’s such a perfect weirdo. Reader, he had not expected eggplant. 

— Taking a deep breath, Viago focused on tying his cravat—an ordinarily simple task except now Teia was running her hands across every surface in his room, and his fingers kept slipping on the final knot. “It would help if you removed the gloves,” Teia remarked. “Surely your own cravats haven’t been tampered with.”

Viago being just… seethingly horrifically despairingly horny every time Teia shows up is so amazing, and Teia clearly paying A Lot of attention to his hands and his reactions at all times… again, courtney woods s tier sexual tension provider. 

— “No,” she said, crossing her arms. “Not until we boil some water.” 

Viago raised a brow. “Eight people were poisoned in this room.” 

“Then run your little tests to make sure it’s safe, but I refuse to look at another dead body until I’ve had my coffee.”

I must take care to repeat: teia is also fucking nuts (affectionate). It’s SO FUNNY that her slightly lighter and softer moral take on being a Crow means she does feel bad about the servants ending up in the crossfire, but she will also demand that viago make her coffee with their horrifically bloated corpses still strewn about the room fhdsjka. 

— Teia had often imagined what it would be like to kiss Viago. She told herself it was only natural. He was handsome, in his own way, and wound up so tight that she likened him to a giant knot. He was a challenge to untie—to twist and pull and loosen until the tension gave way and he unraveled, laying bare all his secrets. But knots were a delicate business. Tug the wrong way and you could end up with a noose.

I know I KNOW they have sex so weird and intimate and no one even takes their clothes off during it I know it in my heart

— “Do you not think you’re attractive?” Viago turned on her, his ears pink. “Ten people are dead.” 

She didn’t back down. “And whoever’s responsible will pay, but that has no bearing on this conversation.” 

“It could be me.” 

Covering her mouth with both hands, Teia doubled over, laughter spilling from her lips. “It’s not you.” 

He looked as if she’d slapped him. “I’m more than capable of killing everyone here.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re offended!” 

“It is offensive,” Viago protested. “Professionally.”

Teia please tell me you love me not only for my body and fashion sense and numerous and fascinating neuroses but also my extensive knowledge of poisons and capacity to cause death

— Again, Viago felt like a lute string. With every challenge, Teia twisted the pegs, tuning him, until she found what she wanted. Which is what, exactly? he asked himself, not daring to listen to the number of answers that bubbled to the surface of his mind.

You know Viago I think we should let her try some scales here at least. See what happens. (There’s no explicit sex in this story but everything that’s going on is nevertheless so kinky fdsjak. I think Teia could convince Viago to show a flash of his naked wrist and have a reaction like a sheltered young Victorian gentleman seeing an exposed ankle and a playful wink for the first time)

— As if she could feel the sudden rush of shame within him, Teia brought her hands up to rest on Viago’s hips, holding him in place. His thumb stilled as he realized her breath was short. Her pupils dilated. Before he could stop himself, Viago nuzzled his forehead against hers, his nose brushing her cheek. Teia’s hands snaked up his chest to run through his hair. She tugged him forward. He braced himself on one arm, while the other curled around the small of her back. 

This whole scene is unspeakably good of course but it’s always the detail of ‘his nose brushing her cheek’ that does me in the most. The longing!!! The yearning, the intimacy, the awkward perfect clumsy physical reality of it!!!! If he kissed her here the magical potion thing on her lips would have been immaterial, the results would have been the same without it!!!!!! The tug of war between longing and fear!

— oblique Zevran mention! <3 as the ultimate failson of house arainai, granted, but as I believe he might argue here: ‘ah, but you have heard of me, no? :>’. Babe I support you so much go out there and raise hell/kill whoever you want to I got your flower

— Big shoutout to the author for managing to pull off an entirely workable ‘And Then There Were None’ plot in the background here, even though the real meat and potatoes going on is the character and relationship development (and what meat and potatoes they are too)! It’s not an easy thing to do even in an abbreviated, more of a homage sort of form and balancing it with everything else going on is a feat

— Caterina 100% knows Teia is in Viago’s room when he’s supposed to be isolated and just doesn’t care lmao. (They act like such teenagers in that scene where she knocks on the door and they haven’t even kissed yet I’m dying). Caterina seems like a terrible person but it’s impossible to not feel for her a little, trying to keep Talons in line seems a lot like herding (very horny very carrying sharp objects) cats 

— Standing outside her ex-lover’s room, Teia tried to quell the violent drumming within her. Normally, she didn’t need to come down from a physical encounter. Seduction—like any form of manipulation—was about control. She could enjoy herself, but Teia always made sure to hold the upper hand. Viago had shattered that control without so much as a kiss.

I feel like this is a sneaky common trait that actually is part of what makes them so compatible (and the playful negotiation of which must feature prominently in their sex life eventually lmao): they are both HUGE control freaks. (Indeed it might be hard to be a successful Talon without this trait.) Teia and Viago both strive for control of themselves and their surroundings so deeply, she’s just much more extroverted, psychologically minded and soft power focused going about it (not unlike Caterina, whose power is built more on fear than charm but works along the same lines), while he’s more coldly intellectual and uh materialist? I want to call it? about it. Which makes perfect sense considering their backstories! Teia came from nothing in a monetary sense but has found she excels at moving people, hearts and minds style — and she’s very good at it, she is everyone’s favorite — so that’s the source of power for her, and Viago is not very charismatic or interested in people naturally but grew up seeing how status, wealth and power have their own clinical gravity that can be used, and also that people can never be trusted to watch out for you in that system.  

If Thedas has a Machiavelli-equivalent to ask whether it’s better for a ruler to be feared or loved they would both instantly give their answer with their whole chest and then squint at each other like ‘babe how do you live like this’ lol

(Also this line of thought has me wondering what the hell Caterina’s partner/spouse(s) would have been like — she must have at least two children to account for Illario and Lucanis, I wonder if she was ever married and what that looked like.)

— I really like the oppressiveness and claustrophobia you get from the descriptions Teia uses in Dante’s room — it feels so icky and sticky with history and sad and confining, and the way she keeps pushing herself through it anyway is weirdly melancholy to me. 

— I also like how their flaws/traits that drive them apart at the crisis point have follow-up consequences outside of their relationship before they reconcile. Teia’s penchant for manipulation and pushing on people indirectly causes the death of someone she once cared about (I mean, fuck that guy, not crying any tears for Dante or his broken bottle, but like in the overarching principle of the thing lol). When she goes too far with it or gets careless, she renders other people vulnerable and helpless in ways she doesn’t anticipate. (Rightfully or not this seems to be part of what scares Viago so much about it, he has this fear of being dissected for whatever she finds interesting and then abandoned when she’s tired of it, the whole underlying being a footnote in her life when she could clearly be something uh a lot more in his anxiety.) Meanwhile Viago’s insistence on self-reliance and reluctance to engage in human contact leaves him easily isolated and nearly results in his death. (And even when Teia saves him he has a hard time giving her full credit in favour of his many neurotic coping mechanisms lmao disaster man.) But when the two of them work it out to understand each other better and come together as a partnership, they’re such a force to be reckoned with that it brute forces the resolution and return to stability near the end. (Well. A significantly reduced version of stability to be fair but y’know better late than never.)

— Also: delicious detail that she is actually the closest you might get to a self-made woman/Talon, and he is definitely at least not in a position to fully dodge the nepo baby allegations — he wants so bitterly to be entirely independent and self-sufficient and not reliant on anyone, and yet it’s his connections inherent to his birth that have helped him get here, while she wants so desperately to have people to rely on because she comes from nothing and has known what it is to be that alone and unprotected. He knows protection and gifts — and love — can easily be taken away and used to control you/render you helpless in your vulnerability from how his father treated his mother, and she knows you have to try to hold on to something in other people or it’s just you and the dirt and you die. Which is what they’re really talking about in that scene where they argue, and it’s why they’re both right and wrong at the same time and it’s so tasty. It’s really Teia asking ‘Will you ever trust anyone? (will you ever trust me, or will you put up this wall every time no matter what I say or do?)’ and Viago going ‘Will you never take precautions to protect yourself against this hurt? (will I have to be the bearer of bad news about how the world really is every time?)’ and neither of them realize that’s what they’re taling about and it’s why it all explodes so badly. (I mean. Factually both came to the wrong conclusion about who the murderer was for fairly good reasons, so there’s also that haha.) 

— I wonder if we’ll see Bolivar or the heirs to the houses left Talon-less in the game itself. I’m guessing they probably won’t have big roles, at least, but you know just as background flavour, especially since Crow!Rook is already within the de Riva uh household as it were. I think Viago is still sensibly mid-table at Fifth Talon in Veilguard and Teia remains Seventh? So at least they’re not messing around with that rank order during the occupation 

— In semi-not teia and viago news (I am a character first writer and reader I canot change this), it’s neat to see it outlined just how much the Talons really are just merchant princes with some more added knives and cultural weight behind them. They are at the end of the day running businesses, no matter the mystique ™ you wrap it in. (Which I think Viago would be the first to tell you and Teia might try to argue against at least a little haha. Being a Talon is what you make of it you live your truth girl kill awful men you’ll never run out of contracts!!)

— Can’t believe the Crows have self-congratulatory ‘top 10 murders in history!’ classes as part of the training. Do you think Zev sat through those. Probably, if Teia did, right. Now there were some entertaining hours around the campfire during the Blight I’m sure

— Viago understanding but not accepting Teia’s offer to help him with an alibi and at first angling it as being out of hesitancy to accept help/rely on someone, and then later unveiling the added element that he knows Teia respects and loves Caterina and doesn’t want her to have to lie to her for him… Viago is nothing so simple as secretly nice deep down but he IS horrifically in love with and desperate to be kind to specifically Teia and it gets to me okay  

— I’d forgotten that DA’s passionate love affair with toxic yuri and some recreational bury your gays extended to Guili and Lera in this fdskjah. Would it really be Thedas without it I suppose (considering the genre of the short story it’s fine with me in this case, though, everyone’s dropping like flies in this even the straight people that’s just equality) 

— Viago was not a typical Antivan. He liked facts—checklists, numbers, precise measurements. Heart palpitations, clammy hands, tight pants—Viago did not like these things. In fact, he would go so far as to say he hated them. Mild curiosity was his favorite mood. What Teia had elicited in him was akin to an internal natural disaster.

I simply love him so so much. Mild curiosity was his favorite mood. He failed to account for the eggplant. He’s so annoyed at being poisoned and dying horribly and it literally never occurs to him that anyone would help him until he wakes up in Teia’s lap. He organizes all his poisons by puns. He uses his potentially last breath to argue with Teia about his precise state of dress or undress. Have we finally found him, the perfect man? 

(Also between Reyes and Viago Courtney Woods does such a good line in guys who’d really rather be emotionless machines of practical violence and monetary gain but find themselves down so horrifically catastrophically bad that it cracks them open to reveal a soul they aren’t all that happy to discover they have lol) 

— When Viago woke, it felt like someone had drained the blood from his body and replaced it with sludge. But it wasn’t all bad—someone who smelled like coffee and cinnamon was playing with his hair. . . . Her fingers resumed stroking his hair. It felt better than the water. It felt better than anything.

Unspeakable. Don’t look at me. 

— Viago reaching out and touching Teia’s cheek with his bare hands without a thought and all his tenderness and reverence for her laid bare in turn is something that can actually be so personal and it only took very nearly dying to get there (also… he’s presumably still half-naked through all of this while cradled in her lap. Amazing.). Can’t believe bare hands to cheek feels like third base with these two. And his fucking THOUGHTS through all of this… Don’t cry, he doesn’t deserve your tears, no one does (I don’t, I don’t want to be something that causes you pain) AOUGH

— Vaguely related: the implication in how that part is built is that he’s reaching out specifically to gently dry away her tears, right. Double AOUGHHHHHH not only does he manage to not be selfish or unfair in asking her not to cry he does that instead… there’s hope for you yet messere de riva  

— Teia with the red-hot poker standing guard over Viago while he ‘looks like a king in judgement’ and does the Poirot in the library exposition is everything and so hot what the fuck. She a snacc she attacc but most importantly… she protecc, she’s so fucking cool lol. they’re both really smart, but she’s clearly the brawn as well as the social skills (hey manipulation is such an ugly word!) and he’s the logistics and realpolitik on two long thin nerdy legs, absolute power couple. She’s the gaslight he’s the girlboss together may they gatekeep this invading army out of antiva  

— You guys… this might come as a surprise I have tried to keep it on the down low but. I really do love the world of Thedas so very much. I love the people and the places and the history and the stupidness and the brilliance so much. We must save the world because everyone I love lives here. Let this be a secret between just you and me we can’t let people know we sit/have emotions etc.  

— A servant approached to take the cage in Viago’s hand. 

“Careful,” Viago warned. “He bites.” 

“I can’t believe you’re keeping that snake,” Teia said, shaking her head. “It almost killed you.” 

“Which is more than any man can say. He deserves my respect. And a good home—with all the mice he can eat.” 

“But did you have to name it Emil?” Teia asked, making a face. 

“An homage. You’re always telling me to recognize my fellow Talons.”

Andarateia ‘names her horse after an archdemon’ Cantori x Viago ‘keeps the deadly adder that nearly killed him as a pet and names it after the last guy who failed to murder him’ de Riva. Freak well and truly matched. Soulmates, no notes, I’ll do borderline anything for these two to make it, goodnight. 

[oolonginus]

Thinking about this piece I drew back in April/May of the most tender moment in Inferno 9. Virgil and Dante still barely know each other at this stage in the journey, so when they run into their first real conflict at the gates to the City of Dis, their dynamic is tested (this is the subject of the first comic I posted here, also about Inferno IX.

The moment when Virgil protects Dante from the threat of Medusa is tense because it is unclear whether or not the will of God is absolute. Is Dante’s journey to the top of Paradiso fated, or will he be forced to turn back like Orpheus, or worse, be trapped there forever in the mire of acedia in which he started?

Regardless of the significance of Medusa, Virgil doesn’t yet trust Dante to protect himself in the hostile world of Inferno. This is what makes the moment where he not only spins him around and tells him to cover his eyes, but THEN places his hands over Dante’s to make triply sure, so loving.

Mandelbaum translation from Digital Dante

Dante and the Gorgon Within—Margaret Nossel Mansfield

Epic Tradition and Inferno IX—David Quint

Dante outfit reference from the painting Dante presenta Giotto a Guido da Polenta—Giovanni Mochi

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 1: Heading out with a Heavy Heart.

Aftermath of the Prolouge

"Da.....nny.... Danny..."

"Jazz?" Danny whips his head at the female voice behind him

"Da... nny....." She mutters again with a soft smile on her voice.

"Jazz!" He cried out and hugged her tightly, tears trailing down his cheeks.

"Danny.... wake up..." She mutters with a concerned tone. Danny tilts his head on confusion

"W-What do you mean?" He asks, his face scrunching up in concern.

"Danny wake up." She says in a louder tone, the surroundings suddenly started to crack and shatter, eventually crumbling like glass.

"DANNY WAKE UP!" A male voice yelled out shaking him awake.

Danny was breathing heavily in a fast pace as his eyes darted around him eventually landing on the person who woke him up.

"Hah... Fruit loops.." he Sighed out slowly calming his chest down. He can't help but notice his hand trembling. "Damn..." He blurts out.

"Are you okay?.." Dani or well.. Ellie asked him with a concerned worried face. Vlad lifts her up on the bed so she could hug Danny. "Yeah Ells... I'm fine... I'm.... I'm fine-" he tries to come up with an excuse.

"You're not fine Daniel." Vlad speaks up, his eyes squinting although it may look like he's glaring at Danny but Danny knows he's very worried, concerned. He still finds Vlad's or Plasmius's Change of Attitude and Personality towards him odd, but then again he was the first person Danny broke down Infront of after Jazz's death so he suppose it's to be expected.

Dani jumped up at him with her hands high up, Danny nods and carries her in his arms and They Pressed foreheads with each other.

They headed downstairs to the living room and Danny puts down Ellie so she can sit on the couch.

Danny remembers now why he's with Vlad in the first place.... So he can be far away, away from this place that he used to call his haunt... His home.

Danny sits down ready to discuss his plan. He needed to run.

"Help me Vlad..." He pleaded softly.

Vlad's Gaze softened but got even more worried, he lets out a sigh and pulled out his wallet.

"You. And Dante over here are going to Gotham."

He finally says, Dante almost spit out his Early Morning Beer hearing his name and hearing himself being included in this so called runaway.

"Why the fuck me?" He choked out confused as he stared at Vlad.

Vlad frowned and scoffed "it's because you're a somewhat responsible adult, I can't legally adopt Daniel over here for obvious reasons" Vlad glances at Danny and He just fakes a gag motion.

"Fair enough" Dan simply accepted his fate and shrugged it off, Danny thought to himself that Dan's Therapy Sessions surely must be working so well for him to behave like this.

"You two also looks the closest as... Well... Family. You do not need to worry about money or everything else I will cover it. Even if it means Betraying... Betraying... Maddie......" He hesitates for a moment before pulling out his Black Card and hands it to Dante.

"Sweet." Dante smirks widely and chuckling to himself.

"Do not max it out for the love of god." Vlad whips his head to glare at Dante.

"I'm not promising anything, but fine. I'll take care of the little twerp here. No need to worry." He widens his grin and ruffles Danny's Hair.

Danny doesn't remember how he and Dante got along but, it's... It's very comforting to say the least.

"I'll enroll you into Gotham U, under MY name. You will be reffered to as Daniel James Masters. And You, Dan. Will be Dante Jamie Masters." Vlad hands out the 'fake' or forged files and Dante hides them in his chest whilst nodding.

"Just lay Low. Okay?" Vlad gripped Danny's palm, Danny stared for a brief moment before nodding subtly.

This was it.

He was leaving his haunt.

Although it'll take time to adjust to the new surroundings he needs to do this. He has to do this nontheless. He was just thankful he has people who are there by his side... Even if she left an unfulfilled hole in his heart.

He was relieved to say the least, relieved to say he can finally leave. That he can finally gain the independence Jazz would've wanted him to have, the freedom she couldn't provide herself out of fear of leaving him with their parents..

"Danny." Dante clicked his fingers trying to get Danny's attention.

"Ah. Sorry. I was... Thinking..." Danny muttered, Dante just nodded and pressed foreheads with Danny before ruffling his already Messy Hair. "It'll be okay little king twerp." Dante reassured him like an older brother, Danny still found it odd but him and Dante bonded over the fact that they both have dead sisters.

"As I was saying... Danny, have you got everything packed?" Vlad finally spoke up, "Ofcourse Fruit loops, always a few steps ahead yk." Danny chuckled trying to ease his mood.

"How bout saying goodbye to your friends? Keeping in touch? Do you have everything you need to keep in contact with us and them?" Vlad asked again this time with a more concerned tone.

"Ofcourse. We had... Well... We cried a lot yesterday night because they know I'm leaving." He reassured Vlad. "I'll be fine... I promised didn't i?" Danny just smiled

Maybe one day he'll also see Vlad as a finally redeemed individual. Maybe a parental Figure as well, just like the way Jazz did.Yeah maybe one day... One day.

...

"I miss her." Danny mutters under his breathe.

I'm so TIREEED GHRAAAAH notes app said this was TOO LONG, THIS IS FAR FROM "LONG" THIS IS SHORT.

@kokoroluna AS PROMISED. A TAG.

SAME WITH @ghostlyglimmer

[sweetiepotatofry]

My hcs for mystreet people's jobs!

Aphmau has a night time security job as of season one, but in season 3 she actually works as a business advisor (A nod to how Jess went to college for business.)

Nana has been trained as a culinary chef and after angels fall she actually starts working back of house instead of waitressing in the maid cafe.

Zane, Garroth, and Vylad, are heiresses enough said.

Travis is an improv actor at night and during the day is a bartender.

Aaron works as a programmer, which allows him to work from home most days. (House husband Aaron canon frfr)

Dante is absurdly high up in the chain of command in his boring office job. He does not in fact know what exactly he does.

Katelyn aside from waitressing as a side hustle, also is a professional fitness advisor and is working on her law degree. (A nod to how she was part of the jury of nine in MCD)

Maria is a rival fitness coach of Katelyn, one of them is slightly more professional than the other. (Katelyn put up posters for advertisement once, and Maria bought a whole build board. (she is still in debt from it))

Dottie runs a Ross dress for less like it's the Navy. She has in fact fired Daniel and Ryland on more than one occasion.

Blaze is a professor in ancient werewolf linguistics, because of course he is.

Laurence was a minor league Soccer player until he got an injury during S2 (hence why he wasn't at love~love paradise) After wards he works in the maid cafe.

Kim is a barista at Starbucks and has cried on the job on a weekly basis, everyone in town has probably gotten a latte with 2% of unethically sourced Kim tears™. HOWEVER after acquiring Ghost, Ghost threw a particularly complex order the temperature of lava at a customers car, so they now run a library.

Sylvana worked as a realtor during Aphmau's childhood, but nowadays owns a gym where Derek trains at for his professional wrestling matches.

And finally, after getting fired from Ross dress for less, Daniel used his nepo baby skills to become a receptionist at his mom's clinic.

[nightmaremonarch]

jojo’s bizarre fantasy au BECAUSE I LOVE PART 5 AUGHHHHHHHHH

i rewatched the entirety of part five in the span it took to make this. Details about the lore and characters below the cut ^_^

Ok. I will be separating this based on character… in an attempt to be more organized. Included will also be my friend’s description that she gave for each character upon seeing the drawing.

Giorno Giovanna — Race, half vampire. Stand name, Gaia. Unfortunately lost his silly victory rolls, which have been replaced with donut shaped curls. Has a dream of usurping the Crimson King and ending his oppressive reign.

Friend’s Description: “‘pink is still manly for this era guys trust’”

Trish Una — Race, human(?). Stand name, Spice. I like to think she tries to maintain an air of elegance and superiority, but she’s just a kid who doesn’t particularly want to be in the situation she’s in. The princess of an underground kingdom? No way. She just wants to be Trish.

Friend’s Description: “Noblelady”

Guido Mista — Race, human. Stand name, Coitus Cluster (good god the creative juices are NOT flowing). Best archer, like, ever. Probably enjoys animal furs but is too broke to get any. Stinky loser.

Friend’s Description: “Robin hood.”

Pannacotta Fugo — Race, elf. Stand name, Purple Death. Former nobleman and still dresses like it. Had to limit the holes in his clothes because he is, unfortunately, not immune to being sunburn.

Friend’s Description: “totally not a vampire”

Bruno Bucciarati — Race, human. Stand name, Strings of Fate. I love him. He’s the love of my life. I may or may not have put the most effort into his outfit. He’s so beautiful. No notes. Also, since zippers weren’t invented till like… mid 1800’s, rather than zippers, he uses strings!!! Tugs on ‘em the way you would a loose hem…

Friend’s Description: “Italian nobleman”

Leone Abbacchio — Race, drow. Stand name, Rewind. It takes the form of a snake!! Because Moody Blues had them.. neck thangs. I don’t know. Anyways. Abbacchio coulda been drippier, but at the time of drawing I was running low on brain power.

Friend’s Description: “TOTALLY NOT A VAMPIRE”

Narancia Ghirga — Race, human. Stand name, Pheonix. Due to the fact that airplanes did NOT exist prior to some point in the 1900’s, Narancia’s stand is a bird. Probably breathes fire and can detect carbon dioxide… cannot come back from the dead though. Sorry buddy. Also, his left eye is blind from his eye infection. Sorry again buddy.

Friend’s Description: “peasant working on a merchant ship”

AND FINALLY:

Diavolo — Race, Demon. The Crimson King. He took FOREVER to draw. Especially those tattoos. I tried to make his color scheme salvageable, but seeing as I was working with Diavolo’s actual color scheme… it is not the best. Diavolo used to have wings as well, but after an incident that prompted him to go underground, they’re gone. He hides in the body of a halfling named Vinegar Doppio… though they are two completely separate entities.

Friend’s Description: “Dante’s homosexual Inferno”

idk if ill elaborate more on this au. depends on the reception of this…!! this is all just for fun… goofs and gaffs… love u sorry for only posting wips for months before this

also in this au i think stands would be called spirits/be spirits ok that’s all fr now bye love u

[starhvney]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: garroth, laurance, dante, travis, zane, vylad, blaze, daniel, dottie, katelyn, lucinda, nana, & cadenza

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slice of life, headcanons on the characters on a beach vacation!

𝐂𝐖: none!

𝐀/𝐍: justice for not including the zvahl siblings during love love paradise or starlight in mys, rip you guys would’ve loved a beach vacation. anyways it’s summer guys! i’m not even a huge fan of summertime but i kind want to go to the beach?? so weird cause i’m totally a zane when i’m at the beach

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

☆ if it’s a surfable beach, he’s going straight out to the waves

☆ i mean, look at him, he looks like the classic surfer boy from the 2000s

☆ gets really excited if you surf too or want him to teach you

☆ he comes back to slam down some sandwiches before he tries to run back out. you have to pull him back and restrain him to put on more sunscreen and let his food digest.

☆ he always wants to stay or at least come back to watch the sunset over the ocean. it’s the best part!

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

☆ also goes out to surf with garroth, but he’s not as good so he comes back to shore sooner than garroth does

☆ he’s the guy you go to for getting good beach pics, he just has that good artistic eye

☆ he actually prefers going out to the beach in the evening/at night, loves shell hunting and walking along the boardwalk when everyone is quietly fishing or minding their business. plus the weather is cool! he loves how peaceful it is.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

☆ this freakin goober 

☆ bro will purposefully let the ball out frisbee fall into the direction of groups of people he wants to talk or flirt with because so he can have an excuse to strike up a conversation

☆ when he gets bored he will be nagging everyone to go eat at the seafood restaurant “it’s like a five minute walk from here and i’m hungry guys, come on!”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

☆ professional swimmer here! well, not really, but he was really good at it in highschool! he competed and everything. someone always has to swim out and yell at him to not go out too far, cause he’s always trying to swim out to the third sandbar by himself

☆ comes back and his face and shoulders/back are always more tan because the sunscreen wore off and he was swimming all the time. (not the pale leg combo, is this just as bad as a farmer’s tan?)

☆ comes back starved from using all of his energy swimming and trying not to drift away from where you guys are on shore, ends upp eating too many sandwiches and everyone gets mad at him cause there aren’t enough

𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐄

☆ lathers himself in lotion and sunscreen and is either staying under the umbrella or dunking himself into the water

☆ he’s really not a fan of the beach, he’d rather vacation in the mountains or something like that, but he still goes since everyone else is going

☆ he just hates the humidity, the texture of the sand, and the stickiness of the salt water. it’s just not his thing

☆ he keeps how miserable he is to himself, but the silly little grumpy pout on his face says everything

☆ like someone get him a drink with a lil spike to it please the poor boy looks like he’s on the verge of death

☆ he’ll enjoy himself a lot more if you give him a sweet treat or if everyone goes to the pool after (except for the…incident)

𝐕𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐃

☆ so chill. he’s such a great guy to lounge with

☆ brings a book to read or a sketchbook, loves to sketch the different kinds of people on the beach and what they’re doing. (major people watcher)

☆ something about everyone else being busy and him being there so calm makes it so easy to get into a deep conversation with him, you two could talk for hours and not even realize the time has passed

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄

☆ oh my gosh

☆ he’s all over the place

☆ wants to build a sandcastle! no, wait, that’s too boring! wants to play frisbee! dang it, he threw it too hard and now he’s running through the ocean like a madman trying to get it back from the waves! shell hunting? nah, he’s gonna race that person’s dog down the shoreline cause it barked at him so now he has to show him who’s boss!

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 

☆ sandcastle building king

☆ spends the whole time dedicated to building the most extravagant castle, hauls a huge bucket of the sand molders and starts digging a moat immediately

☆ someone has to come regularly just spray him down with sunscreen cause he’ll forget the world around him and most definitely get burnt

☆ you might pull him away from building if you offer him a sandwich

☆ eventually you may learn that just bringing an extra umbrella and putting it over where he’s building is the best option

𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄

☆ she wants to be at the beach to play, not relax!

☆ beach volleyball? she’s in until there’s no one left to compete with! (her and katelyn could compete against each other for hours) frisbee? heck yeah, she wants to play frisbee!

☆ she loves going to those outdoor showers to wash off all the sand, then is so excited and looking forward to the crazy good nap she’s going to have back at the hotel/condo/rent house. won’t wake up until everyone decides to go eat at a restaurant for dinner

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍

☆ if you can’t find any sunscreen, you can without a doubt go to her and she will have some

☆ gets super competitive with beach volleyball

☆ if no one wants to play volleyball anymore she ventures out into the ocean and doesn’t return until it’s time to leave

☆ if you’re not scared of going out too far in the ocean, she will go out with you to where you can reach the bottom and calmly jump over the larger waves. she could do it all day

☆ she’s another person you have a good bonding talk with while chilling out in the ocean, she opens up to you and you learn stuff you had no idea she had even experienced before

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀

☆ opposite of katelyn, has hawaiian tropic tanning oil on her at all times

☆ doesn’t go into the ocean unless she’s ready to go straight to shower off. can’t stand the sticky feeling of salt water and then going back into the sand

☆ is the one who brings the speaker, and she has such a good beach playlist

☆ sunbathes and sips on a drink the whole time, queen really enjoys herself

☆ she goes to whatever nearby beach bar there is to order the drinks that come in pineapples or coconuts and has the umbrellas in them for everyone

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀

☆ packs an entire picnic for the beach

☆ like, legit carries a full icebox with a selection of drinks and a bag full of sandwiches, chips, sweets, etc. 

☆ is obsessed with seashell hunting! she gets so excited when she finds large or colorful ones. she runs to everyone when she finds a conch shell telling them to listen to the ocean inside of it. brings home a small collection every time and has a box full of (mostly pink) seashells in her room.

𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐀

☆ has so many swimsuits and outfits planned

☆ if yours gets dirty or messed up she drags you to her suitcase to choose from like ten different pairs and combinations you can mix and match.

☆ makes handmade jewelry from different trinkets and shells she finds, she goes hunting for potential charms with nana

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[mako-neexu]

Edguda and Obeguda.

There's a special sense of distance to be found between them. I think its really good... Along with their own way of caring for guda, comes their different views for their star. Based on what Dantes has said along with his actions he's the one who supports and grants what his accomplice desires.

"If that is what you desire, then I, the Count of Monte Cristo, shall obey you." He's said this in game himself its still insane....So I think he's very indulgent in guda's whims, never denies them in a way that this kind of sweetness makes guda clam up. Because if they asked, they know their Avenger would do everything in his power to follow through. Dantes listens to them, accepts what they say and gives his utmost support that it makes it hard for guda to say something.

On that regard, I think guda is careful in saying what they want in front of Monte Cristo.

"You mean you could buy me an entire island if I just said so?" Ritsuka asked, giving the man a mixture of amusement and slight mortification.

"Yes." The Avenger replied without hesitation, "Anything you desire goes. Only if that is what you wish."

Of course, Ritsuka rolls their eyes, showing a hint of displeasure and pain, but also fondness before holding both sides of his face, "Okay...But what if I want you to take care of yourself? That includes no more sacrificing your well being for me. Will you grant that too?"

If it is for my sake. If you truly are willing to grant what I want...

For so long, Dantes is silent, strangely bearing a man who was given a task far heavier than what Atlas carried on his shoulders before oh-so hesitantly conceding with closed eyes, he accedes, "..............Mm."

Id chapter considering, along with Prison Tower this guy's form of salvation is to be someone like Abbe Faria who became a guiding light, wherein their own body is used for a means to escape the tower of despair. So of course he would be hesitant on that part. He wouldn't hesitate to lead guda to a brighter future or shower them in comfort and riches...but I do think when it comes to himself, he doesn't/can't see himself in it because of his nature. EVEN SO his own heart yearns to be with guda even as all of his actions and determination point in the direction of letting them go towards the future.

So it's up to guda to be the one to tug him to be by their side when they walk together. Not just as a shadow who watches and protects, but also as an "accomplice".

There remains a sense of distance between them that I can only describe as "their bodies are so close, pressed up against each other, and yet their lips remain forever merely a centimeter apart."

As for Obeguda, Oberon sees guda through far better along with Castoria. Fellow bystanders in the story, fellow actor in this seemingly neverending play, reflections of the others as people who are too stubborn to give up, bearing their own star to reach as they run towards their end.

Though I have Monte Cristo brain, Oberon's care and love for Guda is still so sweet and far more gentle. His valentines, summer lb6, material 13 is proof of that. Furthermore, I think its just highly sweet he does his best to get around his lying curse just for guda... because the most common phrases he'll use is commonly described by JP as very "roundabout". he wants to convey clearly his thoughts and feelings to them, cursed his tongue may be. Just like Monte Cristo, he is compassionate and kind in his own way...

But as it is his own way, his care is different from Monte Cristo.

Because the Avenger spoils Guda as "accomplice", the Pretender's way of caring is through truly seeing the other, the thoughts and feelings of Fujimaru Ritsuka lay bare before him. A "friend". I feel a romantic sense like a lover wouldnt accurately describe it (the feeling Obeguda has in comparison to Edguda) but its that kind of feeling to me to be honest.

A "friend". A "foil", is a better term i think. Where there remains a sense of distance between them, but there is a bond that allows the other to harshly criticize each others' actions, out of compassion, out of care, out of love. That's why the times Oberon in fanon calls Guda out is really so good... even during the Garden, even though "Oberon" is just a reflection of Guda, it doesnt change the fact that Oberon sees right through them. Especially considering his valentine's gift to them.

Of course, a distinct difference in care is their brand, namely, Monte Cristo wants Guda to keep going in their journey to be happy (because that is what Guda needs), Oberon's brand is giving them an "end". A peaceful end away from the horrors and nightmares, where he takes their willing hand and holds them as they both fall into the abyss out of the World's reach, an eternal rest and reprieve that relieves their soul from burdens... towards oblivion.

"Hopeless idiot, that you are," Oberon clicked his tongue, yet gently sat beside Ritsuka, deep into slumber sporting fresh bandages, the blankets that covered them in disarray. "You've chosen to sacrifice yourself again, knowing you'd get killed... and despite my offer once more, you denied yourself of it."

The low tone gradually descending to become a harsh whisper, the Pretender looked back with a glare.

The star's light flickers like a candle in the storm, try as it might to shine its best throughout the night or give warmth to those gathered around it, there's only so much time until it miserably dies out.

Until nothing of it remains, until it gets discarded, used, thrown away without a care by those who were protected by it.

Before it comes to that point, someone needs to take away that light from those ungrateful wretches. From the hands of those foolish, greedy pigs, from the strings of fate that wraps around that tiny light's neck like a noose...

A black clawed hand reaches out, its talons sharp as a knife that could easily cut through, that could so easily end it all-

Yet merely brushes away the lone tear that slipped past the sleeping Master's eye.

Oberon closed his eyes as his jaw clenched, his bangs hiding his gaze while his hand retracts, merely moving back to his initial position of sitting beside them... intent on staying by their side until they woke up.

He wants to give them an end, but Ritsuka doesn't need it just yet. But they want it. An "end". Of things finally coming to a close. of that "game complete" their own star advised them to reach.

Their sense of distance is like that. Exactly like Edguda

So Ritsuka can't stop now, Monte Cristo encourages them, but to reach an end is natural and Oberon is is more than willing to give it, to guarantee rest and sweet dreams... Both of Monte Cristo and Oberon holds themselves back as the former is a flame destined to scorch those around him/a man who restrains himself to avoid tainting that star's light and the latter is a doomsday device who only holds himself back because he cares for what Ritsuka wants.

Both idiots are hopelessly sweet and caring for Fujimaru Ritsuka.