#dio layouts

[c6lumbna]

and shoots an arrow through my ♡.

[yamayukao]

And you want three wishes– One to, fly the heavens.

[lawc4tboy]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I'm bisexual, bitch.⠀⠀⠀★✩

[kirakiraz]

𓐩 ⎯ 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗑 .. 𝖽𝖾 𝘭𝘢 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍 (死神) 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝒜𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 _🍎𓈒` 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗌 ៸៸ 𝐨nt 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝓇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝖾𝗌 𔗨 ۪ ׂ

[flair3]

⧎ feeling your touch .ᐟ ⊸

㋡ oh it's a rush ⭈ ✵

‗ ♑︎ no one else ◌ has it ⤼

[pfpanimes]

⌕ jojo’s bizarre adventure - dio brando.

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[6ixbullets]

꒰ G10RNO 4ND D1O L4Y0UTS ! ✩彡

{☆} 🍇🌼🥣⋆｡˚ ⋆

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[kathlare]

wake-up call

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando enjoy a peaceful stay at a villa in Los Cabos, but Lando's gaming habits disrupt the tranquility.

Wordcount: 1.6 k

Warnings: just fluff

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December 28th, 2024 - Los Cabos, Mexico

The villa in Los Cabos was exactly what Amelie had imagined when she and Lando agreed to spend a few days unwinding before their upcoming trip to Dubai. The luxurious yet cozy property boasted tall ceilings, large windows that framed the endless ocean, and an open layout perfect for hosting her close friends. It was a rare opportunity to relax, and after a long day filled with sun-soaked adventures and margaritas, everyone had retreated to their rooms to recharge.

Well, everyone except Lando.

From her place in bed, curled up under the softest blankets, Amelie had been peacefully dozing off when the first muffled yell startled her awake.

—NO, NO, NO! MAX, HE’S IN THE FUCKING CORNER!— Lando’s voice cut through the quiet night.

Amelie groaned softly, pressing her palm against her forehead. She blinked at the clock on the bedside table: 1:47 AM. She sat up slightly, listening to the unmistakable sound of Lando yelling through his headset in the living room. She could hear him laughing, then yelling again, followed by a string of unintelligible British slang that she could only assume was aimed at Max Fewtrell and Bankai, his usual partners-in-crime when it came to gaming marathons.

Another burst of loud shouting made her wince.

—¡Dios mío…!— she muttered under her breath, tossing the covers off her legs. Dressed in one of Lando’s oversized McLaren shirts that she had claimed as her own and a pair of shorts, she padded barefoot out of the bedroom.

When she reached the edge of the living room, she saw him: sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, his headset firmly in place. The TV screen was bright with the chaotic visuals of Escape from Tarkov. His back was to her, but she could see the way he was leaning forward, fully immersed, his entire body tense as if he were physically in the game.

—MAX, ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!— he yelled, nearly leaping off the couch. —HOW DID YOU NOT SEE HIM? HE WAS RIGHT FUCKING THERE!—

Amelie crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, a patient but tired look on her face. —Lando…— she called softly.

He didn’t respond, too engrossed in the action on-screen.

—Lando,— she said again, louder this time. Still no reaction.

She sighed and stepped closer, finally placing a hand on his shoulder. —LAN,— she said firmly.

He jumped, startled, yanking his headset down to rest around his neck. —Bloody hell, Ames, you scared me!— he exclaimed, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

—I scared you?— she asked, arching a brow. —You’ve been screaming like a lunatic for the past hour. You woke me up.—

Lando winced, guilt flashing across his face. —Shit, I’m sorry, love. I didn’t realize I was that loud.—

Amelie gave him a small, tired smile. —It’s okay, but can you please keep it down? It’s late, and everyone else is sleeping.—

—Yeah, yeah, of course. I’ll keep it down,— he promised, looking adorably sheepish.

Satisfied, Amelie kissed his temple before heading back to bed. She had just gotten comfortable again, her head sinking into the pillow, when another shout erupted from the living room.

—WHAT THE FUCK, MAX?! HOW DID YOU MISS THAT SHOT?!—

Amelie’s eyes flew open, and she groaned in frustration. Throwing the covers off once more, she stormed back into the living room. This time, her patience had worn thin.

—¡Lando! ¡Por el amor de Dios, cállate!— she snapped, her voice laced with the fiery frustration only a Latina could deliver.

Lando froze mid-yell, turning slowly to face her. His friends on the other end of the call must have heard her because Max’s laughter burst through Lando’s headset.

—Ohhhh, you’re in trouble now, mate,— Max teased.

—Yeah, sounds like Amelie’s about to kill you,— Bankai added, clearly enjoying the show.

Lando muted his mic and set his controller down, raising his hands in surrender. —Ames, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you up again!—

Amelie put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. —You didn’t just wake me up, Lando. You probably woke up the entire villa! What part of ‘keep it down’ was unclear? Huh?—

He opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn’t finished. —I get that you’re having fun, but it’s almost two in the morning! People are trying to sleep! And I...— She paused, jabbing a finger at his chest. —I will not hesitate to throw that controller into the ocean if you don’t lower your damn voice.—

Lando blinked at her, wide-eyed, before a slow, cheeky grin spread across his face. —You’re kinda sexy when you’re mad, you know that?—

—Don’t even try to charm your way out of this,— she warned, though her lips twitched with the hint of a smile.

Behind him, Max and Bankai’s laughter echoed through the headset again. —He’s so whipped,— Bankai said, cackling.

—Yeah, she’s got him on a leash,— Max added. —Tight leash.—

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing. —Alright, alright, I get it,— he said, raising his hands in defeat. —I’ll be quiet. I swear.—

Amelie eyed him suspiciously. —You better. Because if I have to come out here again, you won’t have to worry about losing in the game... you’ll have to worry about me.—

—Yes, ma’am,— he said, giving her a mock salute.

—Good.— She leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before heading back to the bedroom.

As she walked away, Lando turned his mic back on, shaking his head. —Alright, you idiots, laugh it up. But you heard her—one more yell, and I’m a dead man.—

—Mate, she’s terrifying,— Max said, still laughing. —But I get it. She’s worth it.—

Lando smiled, glancing over his shoulder toward the bedroom. —Yeah,— he said softly, his voice warm with affection. —She really is.—

And with that, he picked up his controller, determined to keep his promise...even if it meant whispering every swear word for the rest of the night.

As Amelie settled back into bed, the frustration from the earlier interruption still simmering beneath her skin, she could hear Lando mumbling something through the walls. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore it, but it was like the volume had been turned up again.

—Oh, for the love of—!— she muttered under her breath.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Her patience had been tried twice now, and this time, there was no holding back. With a dramatic sigh, she threw the covers off, making sure not to trip over her legs as she stormed out of the bedroom for the third time.

The hallway was silent as she made her way to the living room, each step faster and more deliberate. She could hear the faintest buzz of the game’s action, but no voices yet. Good. Maybe she’d catch him before he had the chance to yell again.

Amelie reached the living room and saw him, just like before—slouched against the couch, headset securely on, controller gripped firmly in his hands. But this time, there was a fire in her chest. This time, she wasn’t going to hold back.

She watched as Lando’s character on the screen narrowly avoided a barrage of gunfire.

—MAX, MOVE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!— Lando shouted again, his voice rising to a near-scream.

Amelie didn’t wait. She stepped forward, hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing into a glare that could have melted steel.

—Lando!— she snapped, her voice sharp with authority, and a little bit of anger.

He froze, his body stiffening as he turned slowly. The headset still hung loosely around his neck. His eyes widened at the sight of her standing there, wearing one of his oversized McLaren shirts, a pair of tight shorts that left little to the imagination, and her hair messily tousled from sleep. Even with her irritation radiating off of her, she still looked absolutely irresistible, a contradiction of fire and softness.

He turned around slowly, now standing with his controller lowered, his eyes widening as he saw her standing there with hands on her hips. His friends were still laughing on the other side of his mic, but Lando could tell this time wasn’t like the others.

She stood there, unamused, in one of his McLaren shirts—way too big for her but perfectly showing off her curves—and those long, tanned legs of hers that he swore could make anyone forget their name.

—Ames, I swear I wasn’t being loud anymore,— he tried, raising his hands in defense, but she was having none of it.

—You think you’re being quiet?— She walked into the living room with a fire in her eyes that could melt steel. —Lando, it’s almost 3AM, and you’re yelling like you’re in a fucking stadium. I told you once already, keep it down! Why do I have to repeat myself for you to listen?—

Lando stood frozen, a mix of guilt and admiration in his expression. Behind him, Max and Bankai’s laughter could still be heard through the mic, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

—Yeah, mate, you’re so screwed,— Max joked, his voice bubbling with laughter.

—Baby, I didn’t mean to wake you, I swear,— he said softly, a hint of charm creeping into his voice as he took a step towards her.

She wasn’t done yet, though. She jabbed a finger into his chest. —You’ve been doing this for hours, Lando. I’m trying to sleep, and I’m not the only one here! Why are you yelling like that at this time? It’s not cute! It’s obnoxious!—

He opened his mouth to apologize again, but she wasn’t finished.

—And you’re lucky I’m not tossing your controller into the fucking ocean right now, because I swear, I will do it next time. You think you can keep doing this every night we’re here?—

Her words were clipped, sharp, and the frustration in her tone was unmistakable. He could tell she wasn’t playing anymore.

His friends burst into laughter, clearly entertained by the scene unfolding.

—Lando’s got his work cut out for him now, mate,— Bankai said, his voice still full of amusement.

Lando, however, just stood there, watching Amelie with a fond grin. Damn, she looked even hotter when she was pissed. He couldn't help but admire the fire in her—her passion, her fierceness—it made him feel alive, like he could take on the world if she was by his side.

And despite the heat of the argument, he could feel his pulse quicken, realizing that there was a part of him that loved when she challenged him like this.

—Alright, alright, I get it. I’m sorry. No more yelling. I’ll be quieter,— he said, holding up his hands, trying to calm the storm that was brewing in front of him.

She raised an eyebrow, still not convinced.

—You better be,— she warned, stepping back to give him room.

As she turned around to leave, Lando couldn’t resist. He grabbed her arm gently, stopping her before she could head back to their bedroom.

—Ames, c’mon, don’t be mad at me,— he said in a softer tone, trying to be the sweet Lando she loved.

Amelie shot him a look over her shoulder, her frustration still evident, but as she met his eyes, she could see that familiar mischievous glint. He wasn’t sorry in the way he should be. No, he was using that charming side of him that always made her melt.

—Don’t you try to charm me now,— she said, raising her voice just slightly.

But he was already closing the distance between them.

—You’re cute when you’re angry, y’know that?— Lando said softly, his voice teasing as he cupped her face in his hands.

Her breath caught for a moment as she felt the warmth of his touch. He had this way of making her forget why she was mad at him in the first place.

—Don’t you dare—

Before she could finish, Lando leaned down, pressing his lips to her neck, and she let out a sharp inhale, instantly feeling the tension between them shift.

Lando’s lips were warm, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed her neck with purpose, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer.

—You’re mad, but I can fix that,— he murmured against her skin, his voice low and enticing.

Amelie couldn’t help but let out a small moan, her anger slowly fading as he kissed her in all the right places. She placed her hands on his chest to push him away, but she found herself not wanting to.

—Lan...— she whispered, her voice shaky as she leaned into him, her pulse racing.

He looked at her with a grin that melted her heart. —I’ll make it up to you, baby. I swear. Just... don’t be mad.—

She opened her mouth to respond but found herself without words as he kissed her again, his lips softer this time, gentle and reassuring.

Max and Bankai’s voices were faint in the background, but they had long stopped laughing, knowing full well what was happening now.

—He’s gonna get us killed with how whipped he is,— Max commented, shaking his head in amusement.

—Yeah, man, but if he’s getting any, I’d call it worth it,— Bankai added with a laugh.

Amelie finally pulled back, rolling her eyes at the situation.

—You better make it up to me, Lando. And next time, if you wake me up like that again, I swear...— she trailed off, still a little annoyed but too swept up in the heat of the moment to care anymore.

—Next time, I’ll make sure you’re the only one awake,— he teased, his grin broadening.

And with that, he pulled her toward the bedroom, where the game of cat and mouse—at least for tonight—would end on a much sweeter note than the one it had begun with.

[schafpudel]

Found an attempt to analyze rose color symbolism in Utena recently.

Suprisingly, despite the very 1990's layout of this website, the Utena section of this website was actually established in 2021, and is still updating. Webmaster goes by the name of Jay Scott, apparently.

I've been hankering for someone to do the nerdy thing and actually catalogue when and where different kinds of roses show up in the show, so I'm very thankful to him today.

It's interesting that red and white roses are the most divorced from any particular character in their symbolic associations. Dios is the character with (off) white hair, but white roses belong to the general concept of "the prince" far beyond the man currently known as Akio. Touga is the character with red hair, but red as a symbol stretches far past Touga's reach as a character.

[neon-ufo]

Online shop updated!

I kinda neglected updating and promoting my online shop, but I put some work into it today, adding new prints, keychains and stickers, and finding a cuter layout!

https://neonufo.bigcartel.com/

I added the Falin and Laios prints that people have been asking for, as well as MLP and Eeveelution stickers. I also restocked most of my keychains and added Vampirka and Y2K Anasui charms!

There is also a new batch of greatly discounted A3 prints of some pieces I won't be reprinting, which I want to sell fast so that I can make space for new stuff.

I ALSO restocked my DIO fashion zine! There are 10 books available.

Lastly, I decided to offer tattoo tickets, as I've had a few people express interest in that.

I've also been wondering if I should occasionally offer some of my original ink drawings in my shop, perhaps selling some of my old JJBA inktober pieces from 2018. Would anyone be interested in that?

And since I'm promoting myself, might as well finish this by mentioning I have a Patreon where I share very frequent WIPs and post finished pieces much earlier than on my other social media. $5 tier members get access to a discord channel where they can submit priority requests on my somewhat-monthly request streams.

Alright, I think that's all folks! ☮️

[improbable-outset]

𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬:

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎𝟑 ★ || 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ✎ || 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Hospital setting, memory loss, angst, emotional Miguel, married couple, wife!reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After waking up from a year-long coma, you find yourself in the hospital with the tender embrace of your husband sitting beside you. You have no memory of your marriage nor the life you shared together. As you try to navigate the scattered memories, Miguel becomes your guiding light through your journey of transcending memories.

𝐀/𝐍: It’s been a hot minute since I posted my writing on here. I’ve been working on my other series that’s AO3 exclusive so making this post in this layout brings back old memories. Anyways this is a two chapter story so enjoy getting your heart ripped from your chest :)) twice :D

You couldn’t remember how you got here nor could you remember how it even happened. For the longest time you’ve been surrounded by darkness and floating into nothingness. You felt disconnected from your surroundings and your physical realm though for some reason you would always hear a voice, echoing in the background occasionally.

“Por favor. Por favor, mi amor”

The voice would always sound distressed, almost begging for your attention that you couldn’t give. It served as a reminder that you were still alive but not fully present. You wanted desperately to reach out for that voice and see where it was coming from but you felt trapped, suspended in midair like an astronaut in space with no control over your body and no anchor to pull you down. You lost track on how long you have been like this but today, you felt a sensation on your fingertips. You started twitching your fingers, a sign that you finally had the ability to move your muscles on command.

Your senses were coming back now and you could feel the darkness fading away from your vision. You slowly fluttered your eyes open but they burnt momentarily against the sudden bright light that illuminated the new room. You started to take in your surroundings and the first thing you noticed was the tang of disinfectant and antiseptic that was woven in the cool, controlled air. You shifted your gaze from the bright ceiling to your side and was met with a man beside your hospital bed you were laying on. You couldn’t see his form but his skin was tanned with big arms and his hair was dark and pushed back. The most prominent feature was his sharp jaws and his red eyes that stared at you. You locked eyes with him and you could see his face light up when he saw your own eyes finally open.

“Mi amor? You’re awake!” Your heart clenched when you heard him speak. It was the same desperate voice you heard in your comatosed state, the voice that was pleading for you to wake up and now you could see who the voice belonged to.

“Awake?” You could only echoed back in confusion.

“Yes, sweetheart. You’ve been in a coma for a year. You’ve had a terrible accident but… Ay dios mío, you’re awake now and I can finally talk to you and hear your sweet voice.” He stood up from his seat and hovered over you as he spoke with a relief smile spread across his face. You could now see his physique in this position. He had broad shoulders and a muscular frame. He hesitantly held your fingers and rubbed the knuckles with his thumb. His fingers felt calloused yet his strokes and touches were gentle, almost like you were thin glass and would shatter at any sudden movement.

You tried to rack your brain and remember who he was. His name, it was on the tip of your tongue. You could feel it just about within your reach. “M-Miguel…” That was all your mind could remember.

“Yes. It’s me, Miguel. I’m here mi amor.” He said ecstatically, still maintaining a connection with you but you couldn’t reciprocate no matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t bring yourself to feel the same amount of happiness as Miguel, not when you couldn’t remember who he was. You must’ve been so deep in your thoughts trying to remember with a blank expression that Miguel's face dropped, the sparkle in his eyes now diminished. “Mi amor, what’s wrong? Do you not remember who I am?” He asked with concern laced in his voice. He still held onto your fingers as he spoke, afraid to let you go.

“I’m sorry…. I remember your name but…. I can’t identify who you are.” You could almost hear his heart crack after he heard you say that, but he still held onto your fingers, almost as if his touch will somehow reignite your memories.

“I’m your husband…we’ve been married for three years! Do you not remember that? Do you not remember us?” He croaked. The weight of the situation was crashing down on him like a violent storm, too fast to comprehend.

“I’m sorry… should I?” Your chest tightened. You just woke up from a coma and you were already causing so much pain.

“Yes you should. We’ve shared a life together. We’ve made so many memories. Mi vida please… I don’t want you to forget me.” He sank back into the seat beside the bed, his hands now shaking and his grip loosened.

“I wish I could understand what you’re talking about Miguel but my mind is blank.” Your gaze at him softened and all you could do was witness your husband’s torment as he tried to grasp onto straws.

“It’s like I’m losing you all over again…. You’re here but you’re not you.” He squeezed his eyes, tears threatening to fall.

“I wish I could comfort you right now. I want to believe you and I want to be that person you need but…I’m just so lost right now.” You found yourself caressing his fingers now in a feeble attempt to comfort his anguish.

“Then let me guide you in this darkness…Do you trust me, mi vida?” He held his gaze on you again, his eyes full of faith - faith to rebuild your relationship again which made you nod in agreement to his promise. You were lost in a sea of confusion and you didn’t have anyone else to trust right now and Miguel was the only one patient enough to help you. He was your anchor. “Do you remember my surname mi amor?” You thought hard about that. The answer was there but it wasn’t easily reachable as his first name.

“Uh-O…” you fumbled through your memories making Miguel gaze softly at your attempt to answer.

“It’s O’Hara. Miguel O’Hara. You know, you’d always used to call me Miggy and it would always brighten my day whenever I heard you say it.” He smiled at you again and you started to grow a fondness for it.

“O’Hara? So does that make me Mrs O’Hara?”

“Yes. We’re Mr and Mrs O’Hara.”

“Do we have children?” You started to panic a little. The thought of your children having a mother that didn’t remember any of them made your heart sink. You already caused pain on your husband from your memory loss - you didn’t want to pass it on to your children too.

“No, we don’t but we always did talk about it.” You thought how building a family with Miguel would be like, the man whose love for you was so strong, he waited a year for you to wake up from your coma and still withheld his patience to rebuild what you've lost. Even if you couldn’t remember anything about your husband, you could already tell he was an incredible man and would make an amazing father. “Is there anything I can do for you now, hermosa?” Your heart swelled at his concern over you. He wanted to make sure you were content and comfortable.

“I’d like some water please.”

“Sure. There’s a water fountain out in the halls so I won’t be long. I’ll be back okay?” As soon as he got up from his seat and left for the hallway, you took this opportunity to take in your surroundings again.The air felt still as if the room seemed to hold its breath after Miguel left. The sound of the cardiac monitor that was resting beside your bed was beeping rhythmically with tubes and wires that snaked around the digital monitor. You could hear distant footsteps and murmurs from outside your room along with a few nurses walking past. The blinds were closed but you could see through the gaps that outside was dark - it must’ve been late. The disinfectant scent that was lingering in the air had faded now. You noticed your hair was pretty long, reaching your waist and your nails grew significantly. You’ll definitely need to trim both. Before long, Miguel came back with a plastic cup.

“Here.” He handed you the cup with cold water. You glimpsed at his big arms that were in close proximity now and felt your cheeks warm a little before you took the cup from him.

“Thank you.” You quickly dismissed your thoughts and took small sips from the cup. It took a little effort for you to swallow. Your throat was dry from the lack of fluids and the sensation was a little overwhelming at first since your body was now readjusting to the water intake after ages. The water was starting to relieve the parched feeling in your throat and your mouth felt more refreshed and cold.

“How does it feel?” Miguel asked you, he could see you were struggling to intake your first few sip of the water.

“Good… just taking some time getting used to the feeling of the fluid in my throat.”

“I can imagine. Just take your time, okay?” He said reassuringly. You looked back at him again and your eyes fixated on his big arms that crossed over his chest as he watched you. Your face heated again but this time, Miguel noticed and gave you an amused look.

“Something caught your eye, hermosa?” There was a teasing glint in his expression, startling you from your deep thoughts.

“Oh no, n-nothing I was just…” you stammered, trying to come up with an answer without embarrassing yourself.

“Just what, mi amor?” He cocked his head to the side in curiosity. He knew where this was going and your flushed face only added to his amusement.

“Your arms… they’re really well-defined.” You murmured with the cup near your face, trying to hide your cheek.

“Oh you noticed hmm?” He shifted closer to you which didn’t help with your flustered state.

“Uh yeah… kinda hard not to, you know.” You took another sip of water before you spoke again, carefully choosing your next words without making yourself look like you weren’t just gawking at him. “So, do you work out? Is it for your job or just to keep in shape?”

“A little bit of both” he replied, his teasing tone changed to something more affectionate and genuine. “My job can be physically demanding but I also work out to find peace of mind and to find solace.”

“Physically demanding? What is your job exactly?” You could see the hesitation in his expression, almost like he was debating if he should tell you or not and there was something else from the look of his eyes that you couldn’t quite place - like he’s holding back something from you.

“It’s a little complicated… it’s not something I can easily explain. We’ll discuss it later, for now let’s focus on your recovery.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to pry. I let my curiosity get the best of me.”

“It’s natural to be curious especially in your situation when you’re trying to piece things together. Speaking of recovery though…” Miguel got up from his seat as he continued to speak, “I should probably call a nurse now so they can see if everything else is okay with you.” Moments later a nurse came into your room. She checked your records and made a note on everything. Throughout the examination you were feeling a little unnerved and your heart was racing with anticipation with a new person in the room but Miguel’s presence gave you the reassurance you needed. The first thing the nurse did was check your heart rate with her stethoscope, moving it across your chest. The cold metal on your skin made you shiver. However, you particularly didn’t like the blood pressure monitor squeezing your arm, but you endured it, waiting for it to be over while focusing on Miguel steady breathing beside you. Miguel gave your fingers a gentle squeeze, a silent sign of his presence. You let out a sigh of relief when the cuff released its grip and gave out your blood pressure readings.

The nurse followed up by asking you a series of questions about your medical history and what you remembered during the accident. There was evidence that you were struggling to answer her questions, not giving her solid replies. Miguel decided it was time to explain the current situation.

“Nurse,” the nurse turned her attention to Miguel. “My wife has experienced significant trauma. She doesn’t remember anything before the accident.” Miguel explained. You smiled in relief knowing that Miguel was still by your side and the weight of your unspoken fear has been acknowledged.

“I see,” she replied, her expression was unreadable but she still carried the gentle spirit. You didn’t like not knowing where this was going to go next. “Memory loss is common after such events. I’ll be sure to put that on her records. Other than that, her pulse is stable, her blood pressure is okay and her oxygen level is in normal range.” The nurse told Miguel.

“Do you know how long she’ll have to stay before she can be discharged?” Miguel asked, concern evident in his tone, you could tell he was desperate to take you home.

The nurse expression softens in understanding. “We’ll still need to run more tests to monitor her condition and evaluate her neurological status so I believe she’ll have to stay for a day or two.” The nurse's words carried weight that seemed to hang in the air. You watched the conversation exchange between your husband and the nurse and came to terms with the fact that this was your new life now, your new reality. Miguel’s eyes fixated on you again, reflecting hope and loss. Just as the nurse was about to leave, you finally spoke up, your voice quivering in uncertainty.

“Do you know why I might’ve lost my memory?” The nurse stopped in her tracks and looked back at you, her gaze seemed to soften.

“I’m sorry Mrs O’Hara. It’s hard to say now but my guess is it might be some sort of head trauma. It is a complex case and we’ll still need to run some more tests.” You sighed in disappointment at her response even though you didn’t expect her to give you a straight answer. This was going to take more effort to come to a conclusion.

“Thank you,” you said. The nurse gave a brief nod before she left, leaving you and Miguel alone again. Miguel turned back to you and sat back on the chair beside you. He reached for your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“We’ll get through this mi vida, we’ll find the answers no matter how long it’ll take.” You leaned your forehead on his, tears spilled out of your eyes which Miguel wiped with his thumbs. A still silence settled around you but it wasn’t the suffocating kind. It was filled with hope and promises with whatever the journey would lay ahead.

Part two here!!!

[yamayukao]

I would lay my armour down, if you said you’d rather love than fight.

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: Two rectangular flags that have the same layout. The flags have six diagonal stripes. The width and colors from leftmost to rightmost stripes of the first flag are: thick, thick, medium, medium, thick, and thick. In the center of the flag there is a symbol of a side looking silhouette of a human head with six rays around it. Both the head and rays are outlined twice. The left flag is colored, from top left to bottom right; Dark blue, greenish blue, teal, dull yellow, greenish blue, and dark blue. The head and rays are colored very pale yellow, with a gold thunderbolt in the brain area.

The right flag is colored, from top left to bottom right; Warm black, reddish pink, pinkish purple, lavender, reddish pink, and warm black. The head and rays are colored very pale red, with light red grapes in the brain area. /end id

Chizeusensus

Pt: Chizeusensus [left] /end pt

A term for people whose mindset is or resembles that of a Child of Zeus

Chidiosensus

Pt: Chidiosensus [right] /end pt

A term for people whose mindset is or resembles that of a Child of Dionysus

Coined on September 9th, 2024

Colors picked from the respective original flags, Sensus [link] coined by @acronym-chaos — etymology: [chi]ld of [zeu]s + sensus / [chi]ld of [dio]nysus + sensus

Tagging @radiomogai

Banner id: @/prettypinknarc in lavender text, with clipart of a rosy maple moth on the left and a black outline /end id

[spade-deck]

Is it wrong that I know the entire layout of Dio’s castle

I have it in my notes and photos hehe

I mean I learned it for a fanfic I never wrote

[flair3]

I don't care, I don't care what you saying

한 번 사는 내 삶 I smile it

Even it's lonely and dark

Yeah, I

[duhragonball]

Phantom Blood Liveblog JJBA ch.12-17

Last time... hoo-boy. Uh... where to start?

So Dio's murder-for-inheritance scheme backfired spectacularly, to the point where his only remaining option to stay out of jail was to use the Stone Mask to turn himself into a vampire. But the mask needs blood to work, so Dio tried to stab Jonathan to get some, only he wound up stabbing George instead. Oh, and he stabbed George in the back, which is... appropriate.

As Jonathan tends to his father, everyone else in the room thinks Dio is dead, since the police shot him like a dozen times. The inspector blames himself for all of this, because he knew the Brandos were no good all along. Years ago, the Joestars were in a carriage wreck, and Dario tried to rob the corpses, except George was still alive, so he assumed Dario had come to rescue them. Some time later, the Inspector arrested Dario and found Mrs. Joestar's wedding ring on his person, and was able to trace it back to its original owner. But when he brought George down to the station to confirm the crime, George claimed that he gave the ring to Dario, and even returned it to him. The inspector was furious at George's naivete, and he regrets not doing more about it at the time.

So in spite of everything, George knew that Dario had stolen from him, and not only forgave him, but adopted Dio anyway. And Dio repaid George's kindness with blood.

As he dies, George tries to account for his harshness towards Jonathan, and says it must have seemed so unfair, but he argues that Dio had a lousy upbringing, so that must have seemed unfair to Dio, and he was just trying to do right by both boys. Then he finally dies and Jonathan... turns Super Saiyan? Wrong comic.

But Dio's not dead, and the Inspector has no time to regret the past, because Dio scoops his cranium clean off of his neck. Siiiiick!

Can I get a WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Dio makes quick work of the other cops. "Even Speedwagon is afraid!" has become a classic meme, but when you see what he's screaming about, who can blame him? What has been tragically overlooked on this page, however, is the silly red bow on Jonathan's outfit.

Man, Part 1 is so boring, guys. You should just skip this part and go straight to Part 4, where a kid plays rock-paper-scissors with some douchey comic artist.

But Dio's just getting warmed up, and he reanimates one of the dead cops he just finished murdering. The layout here suggests that Dio has some ray he shoots at the corpse that turns it into a zombie, so I guess that's how this works, then. Fortunately Jonathan clobbers it with a big iron spear and saves Speedwagon.

Oh, I should mention that Speedwagon was injured when Dio flung one of the police corpses at some of the other cops. A severed arm hit Speedwagon so hard that it broke his own arm, which is why he can't do a whole lot in this battle.

Jonathan can't do much either. He's resolved to destroy Dio since he's no longer human, and he reasons that destroying Dio's brain will work, since the Stone Mask turned him into this creature by altering his brain in some way. But his strategy of "stab him with a big spear" doesn't work. Dio's too strong and his body heals too quickly for any human to defeat him with conventional attacks.

Really, the only reason Dio hasn't finished Jonathan off already is because he's enjoying the rush of this new power he has, and he wants to toy with Jonathan a while longer to get more fun out of it. This exhiliration gives Jonathan time to hide with Speedwagon while Dio is distracted...

But Dio soon finds them behind a curtain. He reminds Jonathan that plans are useless in the face of human limits, but this isn't a plan.

This is CZW.

Trapping Dio under a flaming curtain only slows him down for a little bit, so Jonathan heads upstairs and tells Speedwagon to get out of here. Dio knows Jonathan is only goading him upstairs to save his pal, but he figures he can kill Speedwagon whenever he wants, so he humors Jonathan by walking up the wall to follow him.

Oh man what a boring story this is! I should have skipped to Part 5, where a guy pees in a teapot.

Outside, Speedwagon realizes that JoJo's plan is a suicide play. Flames hurt Dio, but he heals too quickly, so the only hope is to make the fire hotter by letting it burn up the whole mansion. If Jonathan can trap him inside, he'll surely burn to a crisp. But that doesn't leave much hope for Jonathan's survival, does it?

This leg of the story is pretty much Jonathan trying to tackle Dio off the second floor and down into the first, but Dio keeps giving him the slip, forcing Jonathan to come up with creative ways to hold on to him. At one point he jumps off that iron spear he tried to use earlier and when he can't reach Dio he whips out his belt and snags him like Indiana Jones. At last Dio's like "Fine, we'll fall into the flames together, you big baby."

But Jonathan makes a last-second play on the way down, as he kicks off the wall and steers Dio's body towards the point of a statue in the atrium. Dio gets impaled on it, and Jonathan tumbles away...

... and he manages to escape the house before it's too late. Now Dio's stuck inside, surrounded by flames, and it sure looks like he's doomed.

Three days later, Speedwagon desperately tries to visit Jonathan in the hospital, because he feels so bad for the kid. In one night, he lost his father, his adoptive brother, his family estate, and I guess his fortune too? And Speedwagon figures he's the only one left who can offer any comfort. Unfortunately, the nurse tending to Jonathan is a real hardass, and won't let Speedwagon see him. So Speedwagon resolves to sneak into the hospital at night, where he discovers...

... the same nurse is still taking care of Jonathan. Turns out she's not the cold jerk Speedwagon took her for, and when Jonathan wakes up, he soon recognizes her as Erina Pendelton.

Satisfied that Jonathan is in good hands, Speedwagon withdraws, cooly.

Meanwhile, Wang Chung returns to the remains of the mansion. Remember, he was there in Chapter 11, when Jonathan confronted Dio about his crimes. Wang Chung seemingly vanished after that, and he probably fled shortly after Dio started slaughtering all those cops. Now he's back, and hopes to find the Stone Mask, thinking its strange powers will fetch him a high price someday. And he finds the mask, but also...

...he finds Dio, who sucks Wang Chung's blood and swears revenge on Jonathan. Uh-oh.