#dante 01

[fiaxsouza]

Closed: @dclgado

Location: The Golden Hour Lounge

"Do you have any talent who is in need of PR representation? I of course would not poach them from you and be happy to uphold whatever contractual agreement has already been established of course." Fia was starting to take action for herself. She had a few people currently contracted out while she got her business up and running. Her father hd no idea she was bout to part ways with the company just yet, but it felt like it was now or never. "You have an array of talent here, no one would dispute that. However, don't you think you could generate more foot traction here with my help?"

[scififorbiddenzone]

DANTE 01 (2008)

[lionguarded]

@ofwings-andclaws

men were shouting, glasses were clinking & laughter filled the hall on a fine friday night. after a long week of hard work, most villagers would find themselves needing to relax & blow off some steam to transition to the weekend in a much more relaxed mood. weekends weren't any less stressful for many, mates, children, friends - there was always something to do.

silas was in a similar position, as he could leave sam in the nursery during the week, but when he had no shifts on the weekend, he’d be watching her. he didn’t mind, not at all - he loved her, but sometimes he felt like he wasn’t allowed time to himself. it was either work, helping in the village, run extra errands or take care of sam. he was tired, he was frustrated - so he’d asked the caregivers to look after sam until morning, which gave him the evening off to do as he pleased.

so, he was sat in the tavern with a few guards, but also others - they were having fun & he was starting to feel lighter with every emptied mug of ale. one thing he couldn’t ignore though, not even after several mugs was dante. fucking dante di cesare stood for everything silas hated in alphas **& ** the worst was that he was proud of it, too. mother nature knew silas hated his guts. just hearing him talk across the table from him filled him with rage. he just couldn't shut his damn mouth.

"we’re trying to enjoy a night out, how about you keep your ridiculous opinions to yourself? nobody gives a flying fuck what you think.“

could he have worded it better? for sure. did dante deserve everything he just said? for sure. they always clashed, it almost felt like dante wanted them to.

[malakaiblackscloset]

Dante Martin's 'world's saddest basset hound' cosplay is coming along nicely.

[ofgrenvde]

closed starter @blackbcxwarning - dante castaneda

Sahana stared at the container of Marinara pasta in her hands as she walked into Dante's office at the Devil's Promenade. She'd spent three hours making it, following her dad's old recipe to the letter, but knowing her track record with cooking, this could either be a touching tribute or accidental food poisoning. "I made you Marinara pasta," she announced, placing the container on his desk while trying not to wince at how the sauce looked more watery than creamy. Cooking had never been her strong suit—everyone in Devil's Junction knew to politely decline when she offered homemade food. But Dante had always been different, always willing to try her culinary experiments ever since she was that lost thirteen-year-old girl he'd taken in. "Before you say anything, I promise I didn't burn it this time." At least she hoped she didn’t.

[underworldsarcade]

looks at the clock on the bar's wall. looks back at the door. slowly preparing a mint julep for when Doctor McCoy shows up.

[emorystarling]

Person: @danteragnulf Location: silent hill probably note: he said "im sorry my bestie did this to us" August out of his face and no longer taunting him gave him more time to think, to glance around at the other cells. "Hey, you alright?" It's rhetorical, they're all fucked until somebody comes to break them out of there, Emory feels pretty confident in that. On account of knowing August and the sickening fact that he wound up getting away with just about everything. If whatever had been talking to had even been August in the first place, he's not sure anymore. But he does think, on account of what he's starting to realize is perhaps something akin to Catholic guilt, that he's somewhat to blame for not somehow being able to talk the necromancer down from the edge. "Alive, at least?"

[lghtyear]

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woman finds declaration of caring almost comical . how dismissive and entitled she found it to be . woman wasn't unknowledgeable when it came to war ; you live long enough and you become accustomed to the way human's fight . but she would never talk about it with such frivolity .

" you don't understand , doctor , because you can't . like you say , you've fought in bigger wars than we'll ever know . you've dismissed us . you speak of all the pain you hear and seem to think that entitles you to dismiss smaller pains . it doesn't . " words aren't quite spat , not full of venom . they're accusatory , but they hold an air of amusement to them , as if trying to decipher his character while she broke it down . " gods don't have pity . the gods have damned most , they care so little for an individual's pain . it doesn't amount to theirs . is that what you're doing for here ? another entitled man playing god ? "

[ofwrxth]

+ DANTE / DUPONT FUNDRAISER, BROOKWOOD COUNTRY CLUB

"Figured you might want a drink." Isra greets Dante with a small smile after she'd spotted him standing stoically by her father's car earlier that night. She's wondering what he thinks might happen to her father at a fundraiser like this. "Are you just playing chauffeur tonight?" Isra ventures, as she extends a water bottle in his direction. She casts a curious gaze towards a few other cars and drivers who are standing beside the cars in a similar fashion: stoically looking into the night, glancing at their phones or squinting at the small print of newspaper. Isra shoots him a small, wry smile, "are you all keeping each other entertained?" @dxrkenedheights

[imbibitor]

+ @infernol !!

tick tock tick tock —

the sound is persistent enough that it forces dan heng to stop in their tracks, the slightest of furrows between their brows as they scan their periphery to pinpoint a source. in front of them, just a few meters away, a battered wristwatch sits abandoned on the sidewalk. it's not broken by any means, but the leather's worn enough that they can tell it was well-loved.

tick tock —

but it's dead. there's no noise coming from the wristwatch itself, and even after dan heng picks it up, holding it closer, it seems all the more silent. the frown on their lips deepens only slightly, but the sound of steadily approaching footsteps from behind draws their attention from the defunct device to the new arrival.

instictively, they turn to ask: "is this your watch—"

and only naturally, their lips press into a firm line. at the sight of... well.

(tick tock tick tock tick t —)

"... is this your watch?"

[burnishedrebel]

Dante accepted the glass with a smile. He thanked her, and as he did so, he caught her gaze momentarily. The glint in her eyes added to his suspicions, but he remained silent. Instead, when Oaklyn asked him about work, Dante smiled charmingly and said, “It’s going well. Very well, in fact. I’ve been cast for a new campaign recently. Underwear is par for the course, really. It’s the most popular type of job for any male model, unsurprisingly.” Everything about the statement was true, yet Dante knew it ironically helped his objective. By talking about his professional work, he could continue trying to gauge what Oaklyn knew of his ‘private’ sideline. 

@fairweatheredly

oaklyn nodded in confirmation at his reply and she moved with ease around in the kitchen, taking down wineglasses and opening a bottle of red. she poured a healthy amount into each glass, an amount oaklyn was certain she'd need to calm her nerves around him or he'd notice something was weird soon. dante had known her long enough to know when she was acting weird. "here you go," she offered a glass with a small smile, taking a sip from her own glass. "tell me about work, how is it going?"

[bitingdcwn]

@lustthriill​ sent a gif for a starter: 4c. dante x laura.

dante didn’t know the last time his cock had received such adoration and affection. one of his hands rested on laura’s breast, squeezing softly as the breath caught in his throat and he grinned, shaking his head at how she lapped at the length of his dick. “you make it look romantic, licking it like that... caressing it. so gentle with me, aren’t you, baby?” he couldn’t help teasing her, one of his thumbs flicking over her nipple as he gently thrust his hips, just a little bit. “you like it that much?”

[underworldsarcade]

pouring himself a double shot. of what ? some unlabeled bottle he pulled off of the shelf. mystery shot :)

[lghtyear]

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" i don't start fights , but i'll handle you just fine . usually , i'm very kind to others . . . but i won't think twice if you step to me or mine . "

. inspo : you're not welcome , naethan apollo .

[chiimi-png]

100 Days of Productivity [3/100]

🌿08/01/25🌿

🎧 song of the day: Falling Behind - Laufey

Really tired so I decided to finish annotating Canto V of Dante's Inferno and then go to sleep.

[0-lcb-sinner]

went over the cutscenes one more time. thus, i present to you a collection of things we learned this intervallo (SPOILERS!! under the cut)

if you have anything else to add, pls share

city lore:

w corp has been having Issues for some time, might go under

check-ups in the city are the worst shit ever

p corp's singularity is Expansive Space Warping technology; different from other space warping stuff due to how they're aiming to make the "safest place in the world" where, no matter what happens outside, inside is unaffected (sounds familiar?)

bloodfiends propagate to share the thirst instead of one individual bearing all of it

L corp prioritized hiring people with trauma (predictable)

limbus company org lore:

lc department list so far: lca (?), lcb (bus), lccb (clearance before), lcca (clearance after), lcd (distortion), lce (extraction enkephalin! thanks for the correction)

lce stores and researches abnos, distortions, peccatula, and related stuff

lce lifted a lot of stuff (including abno risk designations, for example) from L corp

lce doesn't have qliphoth deterrence so they have to beat the shit out of abnos manually every time

abno/distortion/peccatula and related stuff lore:

peccatula are entities that failed to distort

there might be more peccatula stages beyond stage 3

the golden bough brings some other entities down a notch (like the whale and, while not mentioned there, manchaland's don quixote)

distortions eventually turn into abnormalities, which removes all individuality and renders un-distorting impossible

time ripper is classified as HE-7-PI-20-01 (HE - risk level, PI - pigritia (sloth) affinity; it's stated that 6 is the expected damage to occur, but it's mentioned nowhere in the classification, so it might be a typo from 7)

distorted hohenheim is classified as HE-5-SU (5 expected damage, SU - superbia (pride))

monoliths are scattered through the city like the boughs, and can force a distortion

hohenheim's (wrong) hypothesis: holding a firm belief in the self is enough to remain a distortion

lcb-specific lore:

reviving sinners still leaves them with stress and fatigue, so it can't be used to solve every heath issue under the sun

everyone grew weaker after making the contract with dante; they were basically brought down to the level of sinclair, with the exception of some individual quirks

sinclair was a teacher's pet

rocinante made the call to reawaken sancho back during murder on the warp express

dante doesn't just resonate with sinners by seeing their memories; they can also be influenced by something strongly influencing one of the sinners

when taking rocinante off, don quixote feels the thirst of every bloodfiend of her family and hears their voices

don quixote states she "was made to ascend to [her] father's seat"

yi sang is the weakest sinner, don quixote is the strongest; greggy didn't even get on the list (has a certain potential and is an exception)

lcb would currently be classed between urban plague and urban nightmare, with the potential to eventually become a sotc

wild speculation fodder:

gregor is not feeling so good; fails to elaborate on that. his arm has been quiet ever since the contract, tho?

outis seems a bit jumpy on the topic of war between wings (possible lead towards the "smoke war veteran" theory?)

sinclair and hong lu are associated with wrath

gregor, faust, meursault are associated with sloth

outis, rodion, heathcliff are associated with gluttony and gloom

ishmael and ryoshu are associated with pride and lust

yi sang and don quixote are associated with envy

"because the realization of meaninglessness extinguishes the reason for the spark to start a fire" WHAT DID YOU MEAN HONG LU

RODION FEELS LIKE SHE'S FLOUNDERING IN SOME DITCH.... BABYGIRL......

"the flow" is that the manager will be preserved?..