#dante the loml

[sugar4tears]

What I had left here, I just held it tight, So someone with your eyes, Might come in time.

[tianhai03]

decided to do a quick painting study with dante before bed <3

(referenced pic + credit below)

screenshot is from @/drusoona , ty for the pics as always :)

[sweetestbrunette]

I love men (El conde de Montecristo). 🥰

[my-coven-is-claudia]

i really like dante’s arc in mcd,, i genuinely think it was handled pretty well. it was simple but sweet.

in diaries dante starts with no family,, fresh out of the guard academy and aimless. however,, in season 2 we see that he was able to build a family and gained stability during the 15 year time-jump. even though he had settled down,, he worked hard as a guard and stuck by phoenix drop even when so many others had given up on it. and that included his friends. everyone else was convinced that their lord and her friends wouldn’t return but everyday for 15 years straight he stood at his post outside the gate and waited. and waited. and waited. by the time his friends returned he was no longer the wide-eyed excitable young man,, now he was older,, mature and frankly… sad. although we can estimate that he was in his mid 30s by season 2 he clearly acts older than that. the stress of holding together a decaying town in the aftermath of a battle AND raising a family had aged his soul. out of the trio of him, laurence and garroth,, he had become the oldest. when he was once the youngest

[cerezzzita]

dante character bingo?

Hehe, there you go, anon <3

[peachpitfics]

Endgame

Fandom: Bridgerton

Summary: Six years after you were married off to your Father's friend, you enter a period of mourning. As soon as it is societally acceptable, Benedict Bridgerton is in your foyer with a bouquet of flowers, amending a mistake he made all those years ago.

Length: 3.8k

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Death, mentions of sex work, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm.

a/n: This is part iii to Wildest Dreams & Loml, requested by anon here! This is the final part!

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Your father stood acrost from you, tears in his eyes, which seemed genuine, though they did leave you confused. He was more devastated by your elderly husband’s death than you were – they had been friends a very many years, even with an age gap between them. It was six years since you were married to Lord Roger Howard, six of the most gruelling years of your life, pretending to care remotely for such a wretched man.

“I apologise for this display” Father wiped his tears from his eyes.

“Fret not, he was your friend after all” You replied nonchalantly, your father never caring enough to pay attention to your words, let alone the tone of your voice. He nodded sadly, blowing his nose in his handkerchief and stuffing it back into the waistcoat pocket.

“Your mother is thrilled at the prospect of you coming home” He asserted.

The shock of his audacity displayed in full force upon your face, “This is my home, I will not be returning to your house in Mayfair. I have an estate to care for until its heir comes of age” You shot back at him, far surer and more confident in your own voice than you had been when he bullied you into a match you did not want.

His weepy eyes filled with exasperation, you were not sure anyone had ever spoken back to him in such a manner, it sure looked as though they hadn’t. He stuttered over jumbled consonants, words unforming as they bowled out of his mouth. Never in your young life had you seen your father so beside himself, so baffled.

“Is there something you wish to say?” You asked brashly.

Stern eyebrows grew rigid over his unpredictable eye line, “How disrespectful! I do not recall raising a child with such an attitude! You will do as your father tells you, and your father demands you return to Mayfair” He almost shouted, the corrosive tone of his voice scared you as a child, even just a few years ago; but he had set you on a journey down Dante’s nine rings of hell. No longer afraid of small men feigning omnipotence in comparison to you, your father was no better nor worse than the husband you had just lost.

Your harsh statuette figure remained still and unblinking, unimpressed by his temper tantrum. Sweat formed on his brow line, rage simmering just below the surface. He was a volcano, ready to erupt in exaggerated self-importance. “It is obvious to me that perhaps you are confused. I was married to Lord Howard; I am Dowager Lady Howard. I do not belong to you, nor am I required to hear this nonsense any longer. I have land, and staff to account for. I will be remaining here. Would you like me to escort you out?” You asked calmly, your heart thumping in your chest, prepared for his next outrageous onslaught.

Father shuffled on the spot, puffed-up and fragile, dancing between continuing this argument, or storming out of the room. With a defeated, heavy exhale, he turned swiftly on the ball of his foot and stomped down the stairs. Staff peered around corners, having heard the yelling, worried for your safety.

Making your way out to the landing, subtly triumphant smile on your face, you watched as your father barged past someone standing in the foyer. You could not believe your eyes, unsure now of whether this was a dream or not. Benedict Bridgerton stood tall in the foyer, a big bunch of flowers in his arms, side eying your father as he passed. He looked just like you remembered, just like you imagined him every day since you last saw him. His eyebrows high, his crowning glory, that cheeky smile adorned on his face. There were small changes, delicious smile lines around his mouth and across his forehead. He looked neat, and very well dressed – you thought perhaps he finally had taken some advice from Anthony. The door slammed violently, and Benedict jumped slightly, pursing his lips together in a look of amusement.

“Mr Bridgerton, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” You hummed in soft interrogation.

“I have come to offer my condolences” Benedict tried to wipe the smile from his face.

“Alas, it has been six whole months since my husband passed away. Would you not consider these condolences to be quite late?” You retorted audaciously.

“One… might consider my visit late, yes. However, I do believe I am right on time. I would like to point out that it is but seven hours into a societally acceptable visit for a single man to call on a widow” He feigned checking his pocket watch, nearly dropping the bouquet on the floor, beaming at you as you started descending the stairs. Rushing down the stairs with enthusiasm, you threw yourself into his arms, flowers crushed between your bodies as your kiss landed. There was that sense of delirium you had missed so dearly. Your stomach dropped excitedly, your heart skipped a beat, your smile uncontainable as he pulled you into him tighter and tighter.

“Worried I would not come?” He asked between kisses, his eyes joyously lit.

“Not one bit” You groaned as his teeth took your lip, sucking it into his mouth, “Come upstairs”.

Benedict took your hand in his, leading you to the only place he knew well in this house, your bedroom. It was strange feeling this way after so long, so much glee in such a solemn house. You had not a care in the world at this moment, everything was finally right as it should have been.

Shutting the door forcefully, Benedict grasped at your arms and pulled you toward the bed, shifting behind you to undress you. Not a second later, Benedict gripped two sections of material and reefed them apart, tearing your dress from your body, his clamorous grunt igniting something within you. The fabric fell to the ground around you in a pool, embarrassment telling you to turn to Benedict, but his forceful hands stilled you where you were. Bending you forward, you rested your elbows onto the bed, the sound of his breeches unbuttoning behind you made your mouth water, wonderment tensing your mind.

Kneeling behind you, Benedict pressed his finger to your pussy, sliding it in as slowly as possible, coaxing soft moans from your lips. You so greatly wanted to spin around, eager to see what he was up to.

“God you are so wet and ready for me” Benedict commended, slipping that same finger between his lips, sucking the taste of you off it, moaning in unbridled thirst for you. Benedict’s hands snapped to your hips grasping at generous handfuls, reefing you back into him, running the tip of his cock along you.

He plunged into you without a moments notice, sinking to extremity unexpectedly. Gasping in wretched recognition as your body adjusted, his velvet skin sliding in and out of you, images flashed through your mind of all the times you had done this before. His large hands slid into the pocket between your belly and your hips, thumbs goading you back into him, savouring every thrust back into you. Benedict laced into your hair, firmly pulling you back to meet him, the starving kiss in his arsenal his best yet. That is what it had felt like, these last two years in particular – like surviving in a baron desert, aridity only quenched by a singular person, and that person being unattainable.

Benedict’s hardness sunk into you again and again, particularly rigid on this occasion, you did not recall him filling you quite this much, but every moment was felt like a spiritual experience. His thrusts became vigorous, and he had that look in his eye that you knew all too well, his efforts quickly moving toward fruition. His pelvis slammed into yours with the most gloriously barbaric force, his moans and grunts animating, pleasure absolutely carved throughout his body and face. The eagerness of his movements made you squeal out as he reached deeper places, you hips bounced back encouraging his release inside of you. Benedict’s hands constricted in place; his body unyielding as waves of intensity rolled through him.

Desperately trying to inhale deeper breaths, Benedict rolled onto the bed next to you, stretching out his arms as if he had a stitch in his chest. You giggled at him, lying down too.

“Not as young as you once were?” You chortled.

Benedict flashed you a look of sunny offense, “If I… could breathe… right now, you’d be paying… for that comment…” Benedict chuckled through his panting. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart thump against your hand, your eyes went wide with awe.

After catching his breath, you laid together in the bed for the rest of the day, slipping in and out of each other and conversation. Benedict was enjoying exploring your body again, as it had been two years and another child later.

“I cannot believe we are finally here” Benedict chuffed, his head resting on your navel, staring up at the ceiling.

“Six years later, my darling. To be fair, we did think we would be apart longer” You remarked.

Benedict paused, fingers circling your forearm wrapped over him, “Y/n… There are rumours circulating the Ton…” He uttered kindly, approaching with gentility.

“I suppose you should know what happened to Roger,” You sighed, more embarrassed for yourself than for the old codfish, “I received news six months previous, that Roger had passed at an establishment… during intercourse with a working woman” You pursed your lips together, trying not to laugh. This was the first time you had explained the situation out loud, to anyone at all. The hilarity was not lost on you, but it felt wrong for the widow to relish the death of her husband outwardly, no matter the kind of man he was.

Benedict was silent for a few more moments, his eyes squinting in reserve, white flashes of teeth peeking through his lips, trying his hardest not to burst into laughter. “At least, he died doing what he loved?” Benedict knew he could hold up the façade no longer, resigning to his impish personality, eliciting a perpetual and free laugh from you. You ruffled his hair merrily, giving playful shoves for saying something so outrageous.

“Perhaps so! It is difficult to explain to the children, not that he had much interest in them anyway. I am hoping they will adjust quickly; they are quite young still” You gave Benedict a gentle smile. You knew he had been waiting to bring up the children, only having seen them a handful of times over the last 5 years.

“When can I see them?” Benedict asked keenly.

“Their nanny took them for a walk in the gardens when I was informed my father was on the grounds… He is not particularly fond of them either” You shrugged, “They will surely be returning soon” You reached out to stroke Benedict’s face, his excitement uncontainable.

Benedict continued to talk about the children, taking guesses at their heights and how they walked. He asked about their favourite foods and favourite colours, he wanted to know everything. More than anything, he had wanted to be there to see them grow and change. He had spent their lives memorising details in letters, their descriptions and little personalities, so desperate to know them. Benedict was recently thrilled to learn that Benjamin had lost his very first tooth at just five years old. He was also filled with pride when you wrote of Beatrice climbing down the stairs for the first time, all be herself – she was three now and while Benedict felt like he had missed so much, he knew how much more there was to come, that he would get to be a part of.

“My apologies, I am just overjoyed to finally be here” Benedict’s eyes watered lightly.

“Do not apologise, they will be excited too, you know they love you” You smiled, wiping away his singular tear. You leant down to place a kiss on his forehead, which he intercepted, stealing yours lips away with his own, warm and full.

Benedict rolled onto his front, lifting your thigh over him and snuggling himself between your legs. His nose rested in your tangle of pubic hair, nudging gently at your slit. Without meaning to, you laid back in anticipatory relaxation, Benedict’s arms wrapping around your thighs.

“You are unreasonably delicious my love” Benedict moaned from between your thighs.

His fingers danced around your outer flesh, tickling and pleasing strokes slowly replaced by his tongue, wet and pleasantly heated. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your lung’s feeling collapse was just moments away. It had been so long, and you were well and truly voracious for him, you had thought about this every single day.

Writhing under his ministrations, Benedict gently lapped at your clitoris, hardly touching it at times. You whimpered in hopeless desperation as he teased and circled exactly where you wanted him to press. There was no doubt Benedict was a connoisseur at this fine art and you were thankful for it. His hands slid up under your behind, lifting you up and into his face, you gave a slight squeal at his strength. The smile in his eyes melted your core, watching the lower half of his face flex and move, buried in your pussy. With every flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips, you could not stop yourself from grinding back onto his face.

Your face strained, trying to conceal the loudest moans these walls would have heard, Benedict’s ravenous tongue lapping senselessly, your knees shaking either side of him. Every moan from Ben vibrated through you, your hand flew violently to the back of his head, demanding more and more of him. Sucking your clit between his lips insistently, his teeth grazing your sensitive nub, Benedict allowed you to orgasm. Your hips bucked against his face, the hot friction of his stubbled face a godly addition to your unleashing.

Remaining still, Benedict’s soft eyes peered up at you, taking in every moment of your completion, committing it all to memory. You could tell just by the look in his eyes that you were a transcendent idol, sent here only for him. His tongue dallied, sensually slipping between your lips a last few times before he released your thighs.

“God, I love it when you do that!” You almost yelled in exotic delight.

“You taste marvellous, truly otherworldly. I could spend the rest of my life tending to you like that” Benedict smiled widely, subtly licking around his mouth to take in the rest of you.

You remained on the flat of your back, drunk on your adoration of him, “I wish you would” You laughed, half joking. It occurred to the both of you at separate times, that there was no longer a need to rush, nor savour these moments. There was nothing to keep you apart any longer, no one to hide from.

~

Benedict suggested bathing before dinner, so you loosely dressed, calling for the housekeeper to fetch the ladies’ maids to sort some baths. Once the both of you were dressed and ready for dinner, you descended the stairs, you arm linked over his, his gentlemanly stature reinstated upon leaving the bedroom.

The children sat on the rug in the dining room, surrounded by the petals of the flowers Benedict had arrived with this morning. Benjamin looked up, playful excitement lighting his face as he noticed the two of you.

“Mama!” He exclaimed, running into your legs, wrapping his small arms around them.

“Good evening my boy” You hummed, bending down to swoop him up into your arms. Benjamin remembered Benedict from visits previously, but he had not been around in some time. He outstretched his tiny hand, offering a handshake to his father. His sweet little teeth biting into his bottom lip, the centre one missing.

“Are you going to be staying for tea?” He asked curiously, the way children do.

“Yes, my small friend, I am,” Benedict took his hand and shook it properly, “My name is Ben, I do not know if you remember me”.

“My name is Ben as well” Benjamin gasped in innocent surprise. Without thinking, you passed your five-year-old son over to his father as they continued to talk, Benedict instinctually taking him on his hip, just like he had Gregory and Hyacinth not all that long ago. You travelled across the room to Beatrice, who gathered handfuls of pink rose petals and threw them into the air above her head, clapping as they rained down upon her. You scooped your smallest child into your chest, meeting Benedict and Benjamin at the table, placing her in her little chair. Her dark curls framing her face in sweet disposition, she waved happily to the strange man at the table. As the staff served dinner, Benedict took his place at the head of the table, with encouragement from you. You could see joy filling him right to the brim, happiness pouring out of him without a hint of regret. This was what you had both worked for. The housekeeper stopped by you on her way back to the kitchen, gently pinching your cheeks just like a mother would, she had not seen you smile like this in such a long, long time.

                                                                ~

The family spent one week together at the estate before Benedict thought it was time to travel to Mayfair, to tell him family of this news. He was not sure how they would handle him marrying a widow, nowhere on his list of objectives was there a point to explain the children and why they looked like him. Benedict had slotted into their lives perfectly and without incident, the children already slipping and calling him father at times. His heart nearly beat right out of his chest with pride.

Arriving at the Bridgerton house, Benedict carried Bea on his hip from the carriage, entering to his family waiting in the entrance hall eagerly awaiting whatever the news in his letters could be.

The first thing Benedict noticed before he had even introduced his family, was his mothers all knowing smile, and the happiness reflected in her eyes.

“Family, this is Lady Y/n Howard, and we are to be married” Benedict announced loudly, a slight echoing ringing through the entrance hall. Anthony and Collins eyes bounced between Benedict and each other, confusion ruling their faces. Everyone else littered them with congratulatory hugs and kisses.

“And who are these darlings?” Violet came forward, kissing Benedict and reaching out to rub Beatrice’s small hands on his chest.

“This is Beatrice, and this young man is Benjamin” Benedict introduced his children to his mother, watching her crouch down to take Benjamins outstretched hand for a handshake.

“How gorgeous! What a fine gentleman” Violet’s smile was sunlight, her demeanour so utterly welcoming. Beatrice leaned out of Benedict’s arms, shuffling herself across to Violet’s chest, snuggling into her grandmother. The both of you knew then that Violet had caught on as she rocked gently from side to side, Beatrice fitting perfectly in her arms as all the Bridgerton babes had before.

“Please, come to the sitting room, I will fetch the tea” Hyacinth directed everybody up the stairs to the second floor. As you and Benedict were about to follow behind the children and the other Bridgerton siblings, Colin and Anthony sequestered your arms away to an adjacent room.

Anthony closed the double doors to the dining room, and benedict slid his hand into yours in solidarity. Colin circled the both of you like a shark in open water, his normally cheery face overrun with suspicion. Anthony frowned pensively in front of you, rubbing his face, well and truly confused.

“This is all happening rather fast, do you not think?” Anthony asked sceptically.

Benedict licked his lips in preparation, “Brother, you know I was in love with y/n all those years ago. We have simply reconnected since the very sad death of her late husband” Benedict portrayed the sympathetic friend, the shoulder to cry on in a time of need.

“I see, and your engagement taking in place exactly six months after the death of Lord Howard is simply a coincidence?” Anthony questioned, logical suspicion stirring up his role as caretaker of the family.

“Yes. Benedict was very considerate, giving me my time to grieve my husband before coming to visit and offer his condolences. It can be quite confronting when one is bombarded with flowers and well wishes all but a day after a loss” You lamented, doing your best to act your part, the sullen widow.

Anthony nodded, having experienced such a similar event after the death of their father Edmund, “I understand, I am glad that you have reconnected with each other after all these years… I do just have one more question, and I will only ask once. I do not wish to offend you, however if I found out either of you had anything to do with the death of Lord Howard, I –”  

“Lord Howard died in the bed of a prostitute” You blurted out, interrupting Anthony quite rudely. He was inferring the two of you had murdered Lord Howard for his estate and potentially as a crime of passion. That was not the case, your true secret seemed to be thoroughly unnoticed by the eldest brother.

Anthony and Colin stood side by side, their mouths gaping at the same time, blinking in uneasy embarrassment. There had been several rumours circulating the Ton regarding the death of Lord Howard, this was not the one they had expected to be true. Anthony snapped back to reality, shutting his mouth and nodding uncomfortably. He gestured toward the door, Benedict pulling you out of the room, heading for the stairs.

“It is strange… Those kids look a lot like Ben” Colin muttered to Anthony as they followed on behind you, not a far distance away. Benedict turned and met Anthony’s gaze in his peripheral as the whole thing dawned on the eldest Bridgerton boy. Dropping your hand, Benedict darted up the stairs, headed for the safety of his mother.

“Benedict, get back here!?” Anthony shouted, the vein in his forehead violently protruding, he stormed up the stairs after Ben.

Colin slipped into the space Benedict left, holding out his arm for you to take, “Come on, I’ll show you to the sitting room. They are going to be a while. At least you will not have to endure two dead husbands… Anthony’s going to kill him before he gets to the altar” Colin chuckled, your arm clinging to his as he escorted you up the stairs.

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[pinkpcny]

" stop what, dante ? you're the one acting like you don't want me here when we both know you do. " cold expression, but he's trying to conceal so much. like how he keeps saying he wants nothing, yet he's back. again. it bothers him, gets under his skin. " playing hard to get isn't cute, you're not that good at pretending. "

closed starter for @wasteddawns

"stop it. i don't see why you keep coming around. you've made it perfectly clear how you feel."

[tinykittendelusion]

Seventeen as Book Boyfriends

a/n : this is very popular on Instagram thought I'll give it a try

triggers: none

Scoups - Dante Russo ( King of Wrath)

Okay hear me out . Dante is extremely Scoups coded.Especially with how protective he's over Vivian also I love how he begs for her to forgive plus how he stands up to her dad just very Dante.

Jeonghan - Josh Chen ( Twisted Hate)

Please Jeonghan and Josh are one person fight me. The whole banter and how cocky Josh is very jeonghan coded plus i just wanna see jeonghan in scrubs. Also I see jeonghan with someone who matches his freak like Jules matches Josh's.

Joshua- Percy Jackson ( Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Joshua is the og beach boyfriend. Also I love the idea of Joshua just being this himbo for his loml. He's absolutely soft for them just like Percy is soft for annabeth. Also I feel he has Percy's sass. Also Percy's mortal weakness is his loyalty and i feel that's very Joshua of him .

(a/n: Idk if Percy is technically a bookstagram qualified book boyfriend but I see him as one)

Jun- Aaron Blackford ( The Spanish Love Deception)

Yk how much Aaron yearns for Catalina ? yeah that's Jun. He is too shy to confess so he just pretends to hate you. Also I just feel he's such a softie over all just like Aaron.

Hoshi- Levi Stewart ( Fangirl)

Yes JUST YES. Levi was such a sweetheart and I feel he's so hoshi coded he spoils and Pampers you but he does that with everyone but then he finds out you write fanfiction (bonus points if it's about him) and he makes you read it to him. Just an overall softie who adores you. Also obsessed with animals (cough cough tigers).

Wonwoo- Christian Harper (Twisted Lies)

I'm just swooning imagining him calling you Butterfly. Also that island scene?!?? I'm yelling also he would be the perfect guy to be your boyfriend on social media. Also he loves holding your thigh.

Woozi - Dominic Davenport (King of Greed)

Dominic and Alexandra were so cute. I just wish Dominic groveled more but ik woozi would is a workaholic who is in love with two things his wife and his work. Plus i just think he tends to lose himself in his work while his spouse is an outside person.

Dokyeom - Wez Bennett (Better than the movies )

Mingyu - Kai Young(King of Pride)

Yes. Both of them are very sunshine coded cuties. Also I just love how roundabout they would be when they like someone. That's it sunshine coded babies.

Minghao - Charlie Lestra (Book Lovers)

Have you seen mingyu in glasses? Then you must understand where I'm coming from. He's tall smart understanding and hot a whole package also that scene in the hidden library with mingyu? SIGN ME TF UP.

So yk how Charlie is this practical but kind person? Yes very Minghao coded. He's down bad for you but would not reveal it cause it's always easier to pretend to hate you only when you start falling for a small town guy he realises what he is missing out on. Also they both are extremely practical but do everything for the people they love types.

Seungkwan Xavier Castillo (King of Sloth)

At first this was not the option for seungkwan but I feel I see so much of sassy boo that we forget boo is also a people's person he can charm the shit out of everyone and everything just like the male lead he's annoying sassy and a charmer.

Dino - Rhys Larsen (Twisted Games)

Vernon - Aaron Warner(Shatter me Series)

Blonde vernon for the win. They both have the idk wtf you doing vibes also would be totally obsessed with you. Also they both have such poker faces? I'm in love.

We live in Buff Dino world ofc Rhys and Dino are one person the whole princess nickname? The crawl to me? the pathetic in love vibe? Yes to all of those.

a/n: no proofreading done i just hope it doesn't flop :(

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

actors that i need to play a villain because it's what i deserve

milo manheim (i have not seen thanksgiving so i don't know what the situation is with the killer in that movie but i feel like he wasn't the killer tbh)

matt cornett (he literally said that he wanted to play a villain, and no i don't count s1 ej as one, at least not for this list, and he was making it into villain territory with his criminal minds character but i want something bigger)

meg donnelly (i feel like she could pull it off, especially since she teetered into being 'evil' in the i scream zoda episode but that was for like 5 minutes if that)

brenna d'amico (the loml sighhh, i just feel like she can embody the energy of like a maleficent (the angelina jolie one) type villain or many even an uma type villain idk idk)

jeremy shada (i wanted to hear him voice a villain, not only would it give us (voltron fans) evil lance content (if anyone wanted that) but i just feel like he would have fun with it. i could also see him being a villain's sidekick)

grant gustin (i know we had savitar but that was for less than one season and it was so long ago. also evil barry's face messed with my texture problems so i can't even just go back and rewatch without preparing myself)

benjamin levy aguilar (the closest that i have to him being a villain was him pretending like he was gonna waterboard that one guy in new life and he was like semi-bluffing so- and i love seeing him as dante fighting people so just make him morally bad and there ya go)

nicola coughlan (same sorta villain type as brenna but maybe like more sultry idk. like tap into that 'penelope giving face as she ruins ppl's lives' energy that i kept seeing on here when s3 dropped)

[snallavanta]

FINALLY WATCHED KARUSELL & here are my thoughtsies (spoiler free)

diona (dante & fiona) ftw

i can’t believe our theory was actually right??? at least it wasn’t one of the first few ones to happen

it’s so gory omfg (at least more than what i was expecting)

storyline is a cliche but it was done pretty well!

everyone is so mean wtf & the characters are stupid af. they have the reaction time of a SNAIL which i found so annoying. you’re going to DIE, please react faster

dante omar loml. he was PHENOMENAL <333 he could work on his screaming & shouting a little bit though. it sounded like he was trying too hard lol

i also loved wilma in this. she was so good and genuinely one of the best actors in this film (outshining omar too, might i add). unrelated but her voice sounds insanely similar to someone else’s and it just bugged me throughout the film that i have no idea whose voice i was thinking of

i love love love the way the film was shot. in a lot of horror films nowadays, the scenes are so fucking dark you cannot see shit. but you can actually see things in this one!!! and i feel like the lighting also played a huge role in setting the mood for the scenes which i adored

storyline is a little slow and they keep hinting towards what happened in the past but without actually saying what it was (if you get what i mean lmao) which i found so infuriating to watch. like just tell us or don’t!!! stop teasing it. i also got a bit frustrated when they kept doing this because it was like they were trying too hard to be conspicuous. in the end, i feel like it wasn’t that big of a deal? in a sense where it’s such a cliche plot twist

also one thing that i did not understand is why everyone hates fiona? that girl literally did not do anything to them 🧍🏻

overall, it’s good. the characters just bugged me and the storyline is a little slow. 4/5

[sinnercore]

hi my baby i love u so much <3333

virgil with dante's hair, that's it, ily

eeee hellloooo, I love you tooo!!! <3<3

and I both love and hate those pics at the same time!! he’s so hot (literal loml) but he kinda looks like he has the Snapchat filter on that turns you into a girl 😭😭 sidbdkjf makes me wanna replay dmc5 AGAIN tho 👉🏻👈🏻

[upvotem]

hiii what are your thoughts on the sinners also have u played lobcorp or ruina?

hii maddie i did finally beat lobcorp a few days ago after MONTHS and i'm planning on playing ruina too! idk if you wanted my opinion on all of the sinners but *smirks*

i'll skip donqi and heath since i already talked about them but as for the other guys

yi sang! i like your funny words magic man. he is a fun autism guy i'll admit i don't have a lot to say about him and he's probably the sinner i'm the least interested in BUT i still like him a lot and he gets really cool fanart on twitter

faust! my friend faustie waustie. i love her to bits i initially thought she would be my favorite because i tend to like the main girls even if this is an ensemble cast and she's still in my top 5 definitely. i think her being super arrogant is cutieful and the "faust only knows what faust knows" line was really funny. i'm definitely looking forward to seeing how much she actually is aware of she is so mysterious and pretty

DON QUIXOTE!!! already said it but the loml

ryoshu! I LOVE HER she's really really awesome i love her sangria thing and she was really funny in hell's chicken. love crazy insane sadistic characters love her design love her fixation with gore she is the best ever

meursalt! i actually didn't care for him much at first, i thought his personality was too similar to yi sang and i didn't really like his design (i like twinks mb) but i've warmed up to him a lot mostly because of the fanart with him and don quixote i think they are a funny duo. and i think he's neat too he's just got that autistic swag

hong lu! well first of all she's a trans woman to me so jot that down. i honestly don't have a ton of thoughts on hong lu yet but she is very cutieful sweetieful and has a sick design and i'm looking forward to learning more about her

HEATHCLIFF!!! also the loml

ishmael! she is so funky i love her hair and her cute little bows and i adore her personality, how she seems down to earth and reasonable but is willing to fight with heathcliff to the death over nothing it's awesome. looking forward to her chapter i love ocean symbolism and imagery GRAHHHH also she has the best egos

rodya! YAY RODYA she is so pretty and such an intriguing character. i really love the dynamics she has with the others especially gregor and sinclair and i love her personality being someone who wants to be something important and i wish she got more focus in canto ii but hopefully she will get more development down the line in future chapters focusing on her

sinclair! she is also a woman to me. like literally her icon is an egg cracking LIKE... one of my faves tbh i forgot to mention her i really love characters who are meek but have berserk buttons where they go crazy violet insane ballistic like it's one of my favorite character tropes and she was awesome in canto iii go queen

outis! she's seriously awesome a queen... i don't have too much to say about her so far unfortunately but she's really pretty and i love that people draw her kind of milfy like so true. i think her being a suck up to dante is really funny and idk i jsut think she's neat

gregor! REALLY awesome guy i love his laidback personality compared to the others and i love his quips and his story so far is really good he's a really interesting and well written character za za za zamuza

idk if you wanted me to talk about dante, vergil and charon but i'm tired so i won't BUT I LOVE THOSE THREE TWO THEYRE AWESOME

[number1milfloislover]

[ashenious]

Dante's quite the enigma of a person. He wakes up from a month long comatose state after half of his brother attempts to skewer him with their dad's sword and he remembers exactly what day he was put in a coma (something very few others could do cause how many people just know what day it is at any given moment without looking it up?) but he also seems like the kind of guy that you'd tell him you need to caramelize some onions for a recipe and he'd wonder who the fuck would put caramel on onions

[thaliasthunder]

my heart is so full of love for aristotle mendoza i feel i could cry

[fella-lovin-fella]

cat reveal that no one asked for