#dio diary

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Anime Husbandos

[shimmerox]

lots of trad doodles

These are all from uni! Lots of critters, dream stuff and Ocs! The guy with the horns is Nightmare, a dragon shifter.

[asofterutena]

(the city of the human body)

[original comic by @diaryofadissembler]

[xxdreamscapes]

Dio Brando is one of the most diabolical menaces to ever exist—

The men, boys, who get the wrong message from The Wolf of Wall Street, American Psycho, and Fight Club are a close second.

[stardstschlar]

There's something to be said about the severity of the situation. When Jotaro finds a diary in Dio's mansion, the contents inside of it are enough to make even him fear for the future. It may not seem like he worries, but that's because he keeps it bottled in rather than telling anyone about what he's learned. Polnareff was the only one he may have been able to discuss a bit of the contents with but deep down, he didn't want to burden his friend with that.

He just doesn't feel he needs to put others in danger, and burning that diary was the best result that could be made.

[glennethwenneth]

feeling mysterious and nonchalant like Dio from JJBA !! i was waaay to lazy to do gal makeup..

(ᵕ—ᗜ—)

[sevicia]

The “we’re gonna have to kill this guy” fave character art meme pushed me to do this.

[kishibedefender]

Listen, if there's one thing you can count on, it's the Meyers Girlies being haters.

[iguessthisismytigersuit]

Yoooo cosa se potessi farmi i cazzi miei nella mia vita e con il mio corpo e non dovessi sublimare i fallimenti sociali di una nazione al collasso da quando è nata perché la classe politica è costantemente incapace di gestire le problematiche sostanziali che piagano il capitalismo?? Perché onestamente qua ho già le mie rotture di coglioni da dover gestire per tutta una serie di robe che non c'entrano nulla con la geopolitica e il siparietto dello spettacolo socioeconomico del tardocapitalismo e poter non pensare costantemente h24 che voglio ammazzarmi a causa di come il mio corpo è stato montato è un bene anche per chi siede in uno scranno schifoso al parlamento perché se me ne devo andare vi giuro che non me ne vado da sola, ecco.

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Milf's & Dilf's

Group A

Group B

[deuxamours]

Erm Faust diary entry WIP from 1985.

July 8th, 1986.

I had met God tonight. I know this probably sounds idiotic, I haven’t believed in God since a young age, but I had met him tonight. I swear.

It isn’t the one the nuns preach about in chapel, with their endless talk about love and forgiveness. Not the one Sister Irene talks about, her God of love and salvation, the one who promises eternal peace if I just stop getting in trouble and stop fucking up the plan he had made for me.

No. He wasn’t like that at all.

He was beautiful. Holy in a way. He was just…more? He was something else entirely.

I met him when I was exploring that abandoned church near the edge of town. They say weird stuff has been happening there lately, at least the superstitious adults and kids my age say so, but nobody has said what exactly has been going on. Some say it’s ghosts…others say it’s demons, whatever. I still decided to investigate because I’m curious.

So, I had snuck out of the convent because I can’t stop my curiosity even if it gets me in trouble. Mother Rosaria already looks at me like I’m damned, I think Sister Irene pities me, so anything is better than staying at the convent with all of its harsh rules & prayers. Anyways I had climbed over the wall, I scraped my knee, and despite it stinging I continued my journey to the old church that had fallen into disrepair.

It was late. It was dark. All I had was this shitty flashlight that kept flickering. I mean, what else was I supposed to bring? I know I should have better gear but…I don’t steal. Stealing is wrong even if I keep getting into trouble over other things I shouldn’t be doing! I work odd jobs for elderly store owners, I do dog-walking, with all the money I get I just save it so I can buy my own house one day. So I have no fancy gear! I just have this shitty flashlight, my old purse, my notebook with a pen, alongside some spare cash.

I guess I could’ve brought my stuffed bunny as support. Ha! That would’ve made everything worse! What kind of teenager carries around a stuffed animal? Grow up!

Well, anyways, the church was empty. Or at least… it looked empty. It was dead quiet, the air felt thick with something I couldn’t even name when I stepped through the old wooden doors. Maybe it was a presence? It was heavy, powerful, it reminded me of mama in a way before I had killed her with the sunlight.

My hands were shaking a bit, maybe from anxiety or fear, but I told myself to quit being a baby. I reminded myself that I was there for a reason which was to investigate the supernatural rumors, is that pathetic? It feels pathetic.

I searched the main area with the pews, the altar, I looked at the stained glass windows of saints and angels that glares down at me. I wanted to find something, anything. A pentagram, a ghost, some weird creature. I just wanted a sign that what people had said was true.

Then I moved to one of the back rooms and I was poking around in this dusty cabinet, looking for files or something, and I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as the presence got heavier. I swear I saw shadows move, I saw something in the corner of my eye, and when I turned around? There he was.

He was…I don’t know. Beautiful? Ethereal? Handsome? Gorgeous? Terrifying? His hair was golden, falling just past his shoulders in loose curls. His eyes reminded me of fiery sunsets that I occasionally see…they were glowing, impossible to look away from, they were sharp and burning right through me. I don’t think I even have the right words. He looked like he’d been carved from marble by Michelangelo himself and brought to life. He was perfect, alive, terrifying in how flawless he was. I’ve seen things that aren’t human. I’ve killed one. I don’t know what he is.

He didn’t say anything to me at first, just stared at me, and I swear my knees almost gave out.

He tilted his head while observing me, he smiled, and he asked what I was doing there. I told him that I was investigating the supernatural rumors, I don’t even know why I told him the truth. I just…had to. Lying felt like a sin in his presence.

I apologized for trespassing. Said I didn’t know anyone was staying there.

He chuckled. Raised a hand in a calming gesture and said he was only visiting. He said that the church was quiet, undisturbed. He said he didn’t get many interruptions these days

He asked for my name. My full name.

I gave it to him.

Something shifted in his gaze. Recognition, maybe? Then he asked if I was hurt.

I said yes. Again, I don’t know why I was being honest but I felt like I had to be honest with him or else I’d be committing a great sin.

He knelt. He pressed a hand to my knee, over the scrape I got climbing the wall earlier. My breath hitched. And when he pulled away, the pain was gone. The skin was smooth. Healed. I moved it, I stretched my leg, I even rubbed my hand against my knee and it was fine.

I looked up at him with wide eyes, he smiled at me and he asked if I’d like to sit with him. He asked if I’d like to talk with him.

He said fate had brought us together.

I said yes.

[asofterutena]

(each time i keep his secrets.)

[original comic by @diaryofadissembler]

[pulsarex]

i have got to write that essay about rgu and moe culture

[com-calma-vanessa]

È na simplicidade que o extraordinário habita..🤍

[gonemaed]

our lady of sorrows bears a crown of stars , weeps for the fate of her child , beautiful and begging for a change of fate . my lady of sorrows , too, bears a crown of stars , weeps for the fate of those she considers children ; she is beautiful yet begs to none . my lady of sorrows has sanctified her grief , and allowed the divine rage to flow through me . i once named myself in honor of our lady of sorrows' pain – sister dolorosa , i was called . i now rename myself in honor of my lady of sorrows – rosalie , of the rose , beautiful and painful in equal measure . i am named for mine .

[sevicia]

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