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lolcatsaestheticdump · 1 year ago
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Dark aero
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One of the most underrated frutiger aesthetics in my opinion
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rave-rz · 6 days ago
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Damn.
My feelings on the Beast class aside. I actually liked this event quite a bit.
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mariocki · 3 months ago
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Il cittadino si ribella (Street Law, 1974)
"If citizens start taking the law into their own hands, who will distinguish honest people from dishonest ones?"
#Il cittadino si ribella#street law#italian cinema#poliziotteschi#enzo g. castellari#massimo de rita#dino maiuri#franco nero#giancarlo prete#barbara bach#renzo palmer#romano puppo#massimo vanni#nazzareno zamperla#renata zamengo#franco borelli#luigi antonio guerra#mauro vestri#guido de angelis#maurizio de angelis#one of the earliest vigilante thrillers to crawl out under the monstrous shadow of Death Wish's behemoth success#this actually begins brilliantly; the first act follows Nero's middle class everyman as he gets taken hostage in a bank robbery gone wrong#and then studies his sudden and frightening descent into obsession and a mania for revenge. his impotent fury and foolhardy attempts#to track down his captors‚ and the sickly‚ intense performance of the star‚ set up a far more interesting film about the folly of vengeance#(and the fragility of the male ego) than the one this eventually morphs into. as his film progresses‚ Castellari seems to twist himself#round until he's broadly agreeing with (or at the very least‚ empathising with) this wound up‚ embittered would be action hero. it isn't#surprising perhaps that this ends up such a reactionary (and angry) film; this was made smack in the middle of Italy's years of lead‚ and#the sense of contempt for the police and indignation at an apparently lawless society is palpable. it all ends in high spectacle (very#well filmed it must be said) but i preferred the earlier parts of the film that toyed with Nero's directionless anger as a kind of sickness#Castellari perfected this kind of home brew action anarchy a few years later with The Big Racket‚ but this is still a good time
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i-mybrunettelady · 5 months ago
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funny how nyra both is and isn't the wayfinder. she is the wayfinder in a technical sense, she is the Protag Tm of soto, she's very much involved but she also story-wise rejects the title almost as soon as it's given to her, makes the ward call her commander - because she is the commander - yet fights against eparch because she wants the demons to know who's boss.
meanwhile, the actual wayfinder, kosara, is just chilling and letting nyra do all the work because that way she can research the mists and just do what she actually wants to do, instead of like. pretending she likes being the hero n shit.
funny business over w/ commander ainsaph
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lovinglin · 1 year ago
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DON'T REMIND ME OF THAT BATTLE OMGG /LH my dumb ass thinking i had this on the bag and i send out feraligatr so you could check it out only to LOSE. TO AN ELECTRODE 😭😭😭😭😭
you are going to be the next pokemon master if we keep this up man 🐗🐗🐗🐗
CACKCALCKIGNSJDNFJ I'M SORRYYYY /lh
I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING. (/HJ) BLAME THE DAMN BALL INSTEAD HEAHDSGJASFGHA /LH
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our-reb00t-boi · 1 year ago
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The spectrum started with reboot Vergil saying No to Clone and ending the spectrum with a bang💥 with reboot Dante being Clone Rights Activist
WOULD YOU HAVE SEX WITH YOUR CLONE?
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lolcatsaestheticdump · 1 year ago
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can u do something dark aero themed?
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Double package, the weirdcore edit + a free background!
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icycoldninja · 9 months ago
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Helloooo I want size difference head cannons w sparda boys plz u.u
Yes!!!!!!
Sparda boys x Reader size difference headcannons
¤ Dante ¤
-Dante is a pretty big, pretty buff dude and he knows it.
-He'll tease you by holding things out of your reach, purposely placing things on the top shelf, etc., just to mess with you.
-Sometimes makes you jump for things, treating you like a little struggling puppy.
-Can pick you up and toss you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and he will, regardless of how much you kick and flail.
-He loves picking you up and giving you piggy back rides. Even if it's an extremely childish thing to do, you guys still enjoy it.
-You will have to worry about losing circulation when you're cuddling as his sheer size can completely crush your small frame.
■ Vergil ■
-Vergil torments you with his size, merely because it feeds his ego.
-He likes to watch you struggle to take things from him, wrap your arms all the way around his torso, and so on; it gives him a sick sense of satisfaction.
-He abuses his POWER by secretly placing items in high places when you're not looking, then gloatingly coming to your rescue when you need help that you otherwise wouldn't need had he not been so cruel.
-He definitely smothers you with hugs and crushes you with his weight to make up for that, though.
-He doesn't like carrying you around because he feels ridiculous, but when you beg with your pouty, puppy eyes, he crumbles.
-Ends up toting you around as if you were his child, and because of your size, from afar, people think you are.
□ Nero □
-Nero is big and strong, meanwhile you're small and cute. Nero feels so proud to be your big bad protector.
-He loves lifting you up and twirling you around every time he comes home from missions because it's so easy and it makes you so happy.
-He helps you when you need something from the top shelf, but unlike his father and uncle, he's no tease.
-He controls himself, not at all going power-crazy like his dear old Pops. No, Nero is a gentleman who uses his size to benefit the both of you, not just him.
-Is pretty awkward so he doesnt initiate physical contact much, but once you do, hugs and cuddles will immediately follow.
-Accidentally puts you in a chokehold when he's trying to wrap his arm around you, but don't worry, he doesn't squeeze. Much.
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ariseur · 1 year ago
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Can I request dmc guys jealousy headcanons, if thats something youd be interested in writing? 👀
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dmc guys jealousy hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
┊ ˚➶ notes 。˚ 🎼
eidjdfjjeieddejeje why do headcanons take me sm longer to do
┊ ˚➶ warnings 。˚ 🎼
intended lowercase, kinda spoilers for dmc5 in nero’s hcs (?), mentions of possessiveness and obv jealousy, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ for DANTE, i feel like he trusts you deeply and wouldn’t get jealous as easily as maybe, say— vergil?
❥ he’s pretty confident in your relationship but on the off chance he does get jealous, he’ll let it play out for awhile as he watches from afar.
❥ he’ll play it off as a joke, but if the person starts getting a little too touchy, he’ll ‘casually’ slide in with an arm around your waist and a kiss on your jaw, looking into the person’s eyes while you giggle at the sudden affection.
❥ dante would lowkey try to one-up them on the down low. oh, they buy you a drink? dante’s buying you ten. they compliment your hair? dante’s in your ear telling you how gorgeous you look today.
❥ and it’s not like he feels like he needs to give you false compliments just to one-up the other person, he just finds it amusing the way their jaw clenches when they see dante muttering in your ear while his eyes lock on them, a shit eating grin glued to his face because he knows what he’s doing.
❥ if you leave for whatever reason, dante might ‘accidentally’ make the person uncomfortable if they don’t get the hint already just by his tone. he’ll make passive aggressive comments if they’ve been getting too touchy, maybe nudge them a little too hard in the ribs or grip their shoulder a bit too tight at a ‘really funny joke’.
❥ dante does trust you though, it’s only when the person starts to get physical is when it becomes more of a problem. his energy speaks volumes, so you can tell if he has underlying intentions just from his smile.
❥ he’ll try to act friendly, albeit still a little petty, even if you know them personally. an arm slung across your shoulder or your waist along with scattered kisses across your face and shoulder is his main go-to. dante’s main goal is either for them to get the hint or for your mind to be occupied on him only.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ now VERGIL.. vergil is much more intimidating with his reactions. once he spots someone chatting it up with you and getting a little too close, he’s there in an instant.
❥ the only difference between him and dante’s reaction is that fact that vergil silently brews, eyes burning holes through the person as he watches quietly. he’ll take a seat next to you as his eyes never leave them, even once you greet him when he sits with you— just his piercing gaze staring them down.
❥ he swears that he doesn’t get jealous, that’s he’s better than whatever assumption you’re implying, oh my my! how dare you assume such things about this son of sparda?
❥ but alas, vergil gets hella jealous.
❥ it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just very possessive over you. and it’s not like he’ll keep you locked away for him and him only, either. it’s simply a matter that involves his own ego and i don’t know if it’s some demon thing, but he just craves your scent. that, or his scent on you. just something that tells people that you’re his and he’s yours.
❥ if the person doesn’t take the hint after the abundance in glares that vergil throws at them, he’ll start making remarks. nothing too serious, just initiating some sort of confrontation if he sees that you’re uncomfortable. if you don’t seem annoyed or bothered by it, vergil will second-guess it and leave you to your own devices, trusting that you’ll handle it at some point.
❥ i doubt anybody would try vergil, so i wouldn’t even consider that a possibility. he’s a devil hunter that’s over six feet tall with a fit body and yamato sheathed in his back pocket, nobody in their right mind would fuck with him.
❥ vergil obviously knows to be logical, though. he doesn’t let his emotions get the better of him during this time and hopes that you’ll know how to handle it yourself. although, he definitely wouldn’t mind scaring the person off a little more.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓝ERO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ i honestly doubt that this man can keep his mouth shut. NERO just struggles with not making a stupid smartass remark every second.
❥ nero definitely has some insecurities that he buries, often only coming out in shorts bursts of when he can’t take it anymore. these jabs and quips that he makes are his form of concealing the fact that he’s insecure about himself and his abilities, especially if this is during or post-to-finding-out-who-his-father-is.
❥ i wouldn’t say he’s aggressive, but his mouth would def get him into big trouble. if he saw that you looked uncomfortable with the person or they started getting too touchy with you, he literally teleports next to you and greets you with a chaste cheek kiss. if you seemed okay with it, though, he’d try his best to brush it off but still glance at you every once in awhile (and by that i mean literally every minute) just to check on you.
❥ if he does decide to sit with you and just listen in on the conversation, he’ll basically just be hovering over you awkwardly. there are two ways this’ll go, either nero’s going to act all nonchalant like he doesn’t care even though he has a keen eye on whoever’s flirting with you (like father like son)— or he’s going to be really clingy with you.
❥ not really physically clingy, but more so clingy in the way where he’ll follow you around like a dog with heart eyes the whole time. even after you’ve stopped talking to the person.
❥ (he’s just like that, guys.)
❥ i think he gets a tiny bit butthurt afterwards though. i mean, he’s been called dead weight and basically has been looked down upon by both his father and his uncle, essentially being seen almost as a pest during the duration of dmc5.
❥ help this boy please, he def needs it
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈ 。゚
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥 — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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❥ im sorry but i cannot see V as a jealous person
❥ i think v is a very calm natured guy, and i think he has a lot of faith in you. he trusts that you’ll be able to make the right choice in the end, and he knows that you wouldn’t just up and cheat on him or leave him out of the blue. he knows you know better and so he leaves you be.
❥ though.. it doesn’t hurt to watch from afar, does it?
❥ v is also an observer, he watches the interactions between you two as he studies both of your body languages. it’s not like he thinks you’ll do anything, it’s just his nature.
❥ griffon would definitely tease him about looking at you so much, squawking out nonsense as he calls v whipped for you.
❥ if he sees that you’re uncomfortable or you want to get out of the conversation— it can go a few different ways.
❥ one of the scenarios, for instance, would consist of him closing his book as he gets up and he walks over to the two of you. he’d greet you sweetly, side-eyeing the person in front of you as he kisses your hand. maybe he’d take a seat next to you just to let the person know that he’s watching. and if that didn’t work, griffon would certainly scare them off just by his yapping.
“shit, a bow tie? really? was your torso too wide for a tie or what?”
❥ overall, v isn’t a jealous person in general. however, he does love you enough to help you when you’re in need of a knight in shining armor. even if that knight is a gothic poet with an annoying bird and a panther at his side.
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bellaxgiornata · 2 months ago
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All That I Can Give 2:| Introductions
Pairing: Jax Teller x Fem!Reader Word count: 4.1k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Teller Masterlist]
warnings/tags: 18+; ex-prostitute!Reader (Reader has a slight backstory), mentions of physical/sexual abuse, canon typical violence, smut, angst, hurt/comfort
a/n: Finally a bit of Jax and Reader interaction in this part! Y'all will get a protective/jealous Jax in the next part that's almost finished. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!
tag list: @kmc1989  @fallout-girl219
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Leaning over the bar counter, your nails absently tapped along the dark stone surface as you listened to Lyla and Nero. You'd been doing your best to stay focused on what they were trying to explain to you about handling payments since tonight would be your first night working the front of Diosa, but honestly you had grown bored listening to them for the past few hours. Despite your confidence in your ability to handle things tonight, Nero and Lyla had gone over absolutely every possible detail with you today in preparation for your first night. 
Nero had spent the majority of today making sure you knew exactly what your expectations were while you ran the front bar and collected the payments for the girls’ services while also helping to promote the different women available at Diosa. You'd already immediately gathered the basics of your new position here–greet the clients, flirt openly with them, and try your best to get them drunk. The more you could charm them at the front and pour them drinks, the more you’d get these rich morons to spend on the women working here and the services they offered. It was simple and straightforward.
Learning the different drinks this afternoon hadn't been too difficult for you despite never having tended a bar a day in your life. Lyla had even made you a sort of “cheat sheet” to keep behind the counter for the more complex drinks, but she’d assured you that most of the men coming in here asked for simple, easy to make drinks. Even the administrative side of your position–handling payments and keeping things discrete and documented properly to avoid legal ramifications–hadn't been difficult to learn. Honestly, the most difficult part was going to be watching your mouth and acting like you belonged here among these high class prostitutes who were nothing like the girls you used to work alongside on the streets. 
After you’d arrived here just two nights ago, Nero had made it a point to let you take a day to settle in and relax before focusing on training you, which meant you’d had the opportunity to meet the women who had been popping in and out of Diosa over the last few days. A couple of the girls you’d recognized already, but most of the women were strangers to you. In general, the girls seemed fairly friendly when you’d spoken with them, but one girl in particular had stood out to you–Ima. She’d had you questioning the genuineness of her smile after the first one she flashed at you. Lyla had warned you about her, telling you that she only worked some nights because she filmed porn for most of her income and to keep your distance from her and her inflated ego.
You’d seen the truth staring you in the face shortly after you’d first arrived at Diosa though–you were nothing like the girls here. They were comfortable in their beautiful cocktail dresses and tall heels, strutting around the place and batting their lashes while shooting coy smiles at the leather-clad men you had noticed hanging around here during the day–Sons of Anarchy members, Nero had told you. You, on the other hand, were used to working in back alleys and behind dumpsters on the street, wearing dirty clothes and taking payment in the form of a handful of wadded up bills that Hades usually took straight from your fingers afterwards. 
You didn’t belong here among these women and you knew it. 
Nails still drumming along the bar counter, you watched as Lyla continued explaining a few of the administrative tasks that you’d be taking over when she left in a few days. You were listening intently to her speak despite how bored you felt, which was why you’d caught the moment when Nero’s gaze shifted to something over your shoulder. The movement caught your attention, your gaze switching from Lyla as she continued talking and over to Nero, curious about what he’d spotted behind you. 
A second later, you felt a presence beside you. Looking over at the figure that had slid up to the bar not too far from where you stood, you immediately recognized the man as the one who’d been sitting here with Nero the other night when you’d first arrived. As you'd turned to look at him, he’d simultaneously turned to look at you, but his blue eyes instantly zeroed in on the white bandage fixed to your arm today, staring at it with an almost murderous rage burning in his eyes. You studied him with a quiet curiosity as his gaze remained fixed on the place where Hades had bitten you the other day, wondering what that dark expression on his face meant. Seconds later when his eyes finally darted up to meet yours, the softness in them caused your heart to ache involuntarily at the sight.
You'd never had something that remotely resembled tenderness directed at you before.
“This is who I told you about earlier, chica,” Nero said, interrupting the moment and drawing your attention back to him on the other side of the bar. “Jax Teller, President of the Sons. He’s the one in charge of keeping all of our girls here safe. He and the Sons also own part of Diosa. So, in a sense, he’s another one of your employers. Figured it would be good for the pair of you to meet since you’ll occasionally be working together.”
When your attention returned to Jax, you saw him turn to face you further, leaning one of his arms casually against the bar as the tenderness in his eyes gradually faded to something more neutral. A slow, lazy grin curved the corners of his lips beneath the blonde scruff on his face before he held his hand out in your direction, reaching it across the bar counter as his blue eyes remained locked on you.
“Nice to finally meet you, darlin’,” he said in a smooth, charming drawl. “Nero told me a bit about you. Pleasure’s all mine.”
Eyes dropping down to his awaiting, outstretched hand which was adorned with multiple large rings, you stared at it. Studying it, you found yourself confused. Why the hell did he want to shake your hand? You were just one of the girls here, no one important. Nobody had ever given a shit about such trivial pleasantries in the past with you–no one cared about shaking the whore on the street's hand. It felt odd and awkward, but you knew you couldn't just stand there continuing to stare at his hand, so you slowly placed your own into his larger calloused one and shook it. 
“Yeah, I'm sure it is, honey,” you replied easily.
One of Jax’s blonde brows rose marginally onto his forehead at the clear double meaning in your tone, the corner of his lip twitching upwards at such boldness. As he released your hand, you caught the curious glance he shot at Nero behind the bar.
“Was just catching her up on a few of her responsibilities for tonight, ese,” Nero told Jax. “Lyla was showing her some things behind the bar earlier, too.”
“That right?” Jax asked, his attention returning to where you were still leaning over the bar beside him. 
You watched the way his eyes openly ran over your figure, moving slowly from top to bottom and then back up in a clearly approving manner. His gaze and obvious appraisal of you didn't manage to elicit a reaction from you as you watched him with open indifference. Having men check you out in a sexual manner was a fact of life–like the sky being blue or men enjoying getting their dick sucked. You were used to it.
Something glinted in his blue eyes as they landed back on yours, a teasing note in his voice when he spoke again. “Maybe you can show me a few of the tricks you learned behind the bar later, sweetheart,” he said. “Got me curious what you can do now.”
Nails resuming their drumming along the bar counter, you fought back a laugh. “Honey, I’m an ex-hooker from the streets, not a bartender,” you pointed out bluntly. “The only tips I can share with you involve getting a man to ejaculate. You want any of those? I'd be happy to share ‘em.”
Jax’s lips stretched wide into a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a warm, surprised laugh tumbled straight out of his chest. He clearly had not expected that from you. Jax shot a look over at Nero behind the bar, his head gesturing towards you beside him.
“You weren’t kidding about the mouth on her, were you?” he asked in awe, still grinning.
“No, I wasn’t,” Nero answered, amusement dancing on his own features. “I’ve got a few things I need to finish up with Lyla, why don't the two of you take a couple minutes to talk? Get to know each other a little.”
“If that's what you want,” you replied.
Pushing off of the bar and straightening, you glanced over at Jax still leaning his forearm along the dark stone. He was eyeing you with clear interest, but you remained unfazed by the look in his eyes. Preferring the idea of entertaining him for a bit instead of listening to more administrative bullshit, you gestured your hand across the room.
“C'mon, honey,” you said. “Why don't we go sit?”
“Lead the way, darlin’,” Jax drawled.
He pushed off of the bar counter himself, following beside you as you made your way across the room and towards the plush couches situated around a coffee table near the entrance. You noticed that he walked with a cocky swagger in his gait as you curiously observed him from the corner of your eye. With him standing so close to you while he followed, you caught the scent of leather and cigarette smoke rolling off of him. The combination created an oddly soothing smell that pleasantly filled your nose. You liked it. He smelled good.
You also couldn’t deny just how attractive the man was. Never had you seen such a handsome face in all your years working on the streets–and certainly you'd never slept with a man that looked anything remotely like him, either. The slicked back blonde hair and blonde scruff on his pretty face, along with the tattoo on his forearm and the obvious hint of muscle beneath his layers of clothing, gave him a rough edge that made him look intimidating. But when you looked into those piercing blue eyes of his, you thought just maybe you could see a bit of that softness Nero had assured you existed within him. A softness Hades never possessed, which only had you growing more curious about Jax Teller.
Once you reached the couch, you settled down among the cushions and watched as Jax lowered himself onto a spot at a respectful distance away from you. That already caught your attention, your perceptive gaze quietly studying him as he made himself comfortable. Hades would have dragged you straight into his lap to grope and paw at you while he spoke, his hands running over you however the hell he wanted like you were nothing more than a couch pillow.
“How're you settling in here, darlin'?” Jax asked, spreading his legs wide in front of himself. “Nero said you've been staying at Diosa now.”
“It's been an adjustment,” you answered bluntly. “This isn't exactly what I'm used to.”
Turning away from Jax, your eyes swept over the main room of Diosa with its luxurious furniture and extravagant touches, the vases full of fresh flowers and the tasteful, sexual art decorating the walls. It was a far cry from back alleys and dumpsters. The king sized bed with the soft sheets in the room you were temporarily staying in definitely wasn’t the same as a park bench or a cold street, either. You hadn’t known what to do with all of that extra empty space the past few nights you’d been sleeping here.
“You act like you're outta place here, sweetheart,” Jax mused gently, watching you take in the foyer.
Eyes landing back on him, a harsh laugh slipped out of you. The hint of surprise you'd caught in his observation was absurd, as if he saw something else when he looked at you than what you knew stared back at you in the many mirrors around Diosa.
“Of course I’m outta place here,” you retorted. Waving a hand at the room around you both, you gestured to all the decor and fancy furniture. “Look at this fucking place, honey. I mean, shit, the fact that I’m within four walls with a fucking roof over my head is already a damn change. Throw in all this elaborate decor? The pretty fucking flowers?” Shaking your head, your eyes scanned over the fancy light fixtures on the ceiling as a scoff passed between your lips. “I’m used to having nothing and being nothing. Not used to all this…extra.”
When your attention returned to Jax sitting on the couch, you caught the way he was resting against the backrest just silently watching you with something akin to disappointment on his face. A faint crease had formed between his brows, his lips spread into a straight line. Something impossible to read was staring back at you through those blue eyes of his before you caught the way they once more dipped down to the bandage on your arm, lingering there for awhile until his gaze slowly returned to your face.
“That ain’t your life anymore, darlin’,” he stated firmly. “Living on the streets. Struggling everyday.” His chin jutted towards the bandage on your arm. “Being hurt like that. That ain’t your life now. And you sure as hell didn’t deserve how you'd been treated before coming here.”
Crossing your legs, a bitter smile spread its way over your mouth. “Life doesn’t give you what you deserve,” you pointed out. “Never has, never will. Sometimes you just gotta accept the shit thrown at you cause you don’t have any other choices. That’s just how shit goes.”
His expression hardened as he leaned forward on the couch, resting his forearms along his knees. “Not anymore,” he stated firmly, eyes locked on yours. “Not for you.”
Not for you. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Eyes narrowing back at him, you found yourself wondering just who the hell this man was and why he was being quite so friendly with you. What did he want from you–sex in exchange for protection? Was that it?
“Nero said you and your men handle security?” you asked carefully, studying him as he scrutinized you. “Protection for Diosa?”
The hard lines on his face eased a little at your question, that confusing softness you kept catching slowly washing over his features instead. Jax leaned back against the couch once more, relaxing into the cushions. Despite the women wandering around Diosa in varying states of undress as they prepared for the evening, his attention never wavered from you during this conversation.
“Yeah, that's right, darlin’,” he answered with a nod. “The Sons make sure none of the clients ever get outta hand with any of our girls. And we make sure no trouble comes looking to hurt ‘em, either.” He jutted his chin at your arm again before continuing. “Particularly pieces of shit like Hades. You don't gotta worry about him here. I'd personally tear his arms off and stuff them down his goddamn throat before he ever laid another finger on you, angel.”
Both of your brows rose up onto your forehead, the corner of your lips twisting up in amusement at the pleasant mental visual his threat just awarded you. Fuck, you'd love to see Hades get what was coming to him. Just once. The asshole deserved to suffer after how he'd spent years treating you and the other girls who worked for him.
But then you caught on to what he'd called you. Angel. Head tilting to the side, your brows immediately drew together, a slight frown tugging at your lips. Beside you on the couch, Jax casually slung an arm over the backrest as he watched the different expressions cross your face, clearly enjoying the sight of them.
“What?” he asked, a cocky grin spreading over his lips. “What's with that look, angel?”
There it was again. It was so ridiculous you couldn't help the huff of amused disbelief.
“Angel?” you questioned with a faint laugh. “Honey, I'm far from being an angel. If Hell exists, I promise you'll find me burning in the fucking fire when I go. I ain't no damn angel.”
Jax easily shrugged a shoulder in return. “Never said you were one,” he told you. “But you look like one. And besides–” he continued, mischief sparking behind his blue eyes as he leaned just a bit towards you on the couch, “–I like a woman who raises a little hell.”
An odd sensation seeped into your chest at his words and the tone of his voice when he'd said them. Even the way he was looking at you now–with something like genuine interest and that unfamiliar tenderness–had your body reacting in a strange way. He was starting to grow on you already. But that was dangerous and you knew better than to get attached. You were just something new, something different. That's it. His attention would quickly shift to someone else soon enough. That's how all men were.
“You're a strange one, Teller,” you said softly, still trying to figure him out. “You and Nero both. Don't see many men like you on the street. Ones who might actually give somewhat of a shit about us whores.”
Jax noticeably winced at the harsh word as it came from your lips. “Don't,” he said, shaking his head at you. “Don't talk about yourself like that, angel.”
Lyla made her way out of Nero’s office, her figure catching your eye and drawing it across the room. You nodded at her when she smiled at you, aware that she was coming to tell you that you needed to get ready for tonight. You had to make yourself look the part to fit in here just like the others.
“I know what I am, honey,” you said, rising from the couch as you sent Jax a small, sad smile. “You can take the whore off the streets, but you can't take the whore outta me.”
He'd opened his mouth to reply, clearly upset by what you’d just said, but Lyla approaching the couch interrupted him before he could get anything out. Her gaze swept between the pair of you, a genuine friendly smile on her face. You'd grown to like her since you'd met her the other day.
“You ready to head back to your room and get dressed?” she asked you. “Found something you could borrow from one of the girls tonight. I'll have to take you out shopping for a few things soon, though. Get you your own wardrobe for work.” She grinned as she leaned in conspiratorially towards you, adding on, “Paid for by Nero, of course. Which makes shopping even more fun.”
You didn't know how to respond to that. It had been a long damn time since you'd had money to actually go shopping for clothing. Part of you almost felt excited at the prospect of getting to do something so normal that you'd never really had much opportunity to enjoy before. But the thought of having to find cocktail dresses just for the men here to ogle you behind the bar dampened a bit of the thrill.
“We'll see you later, Jax,” Lyla said, her attention shifting to where he sat on the couch. “I need to steal her. She needs to get ready for her first night here.”
You glanced over at the sound of a warm chuckle, finding Jax now looking entirely comfortable sprawled out on the cushions, as if he had no desire to move. The strange urge to curl up beneath his arm that was thrown over the back of the couch like a content cat hit you at the relaxed sight of him. You weren't entirely sure what to make of it before you brushed the feeling aside.
“Yeah, you will,” he told her. “The guys and I are gonna be drinking here tonight. Making sure the new girl's first night goes well.” His eyes left Lyla and fell on you, that lazy grin once more spreading across his face, clearly forgetting the reprimand he'd been about to give you. “Gotta show you how serious we are about protecting our own, angel.”
Confusion passed over you once more before Lyla's slim fingers wrapped around your arm, just beneath the bandage. Letting her lead you away from the couch, you focused your attention on the hallway that led to the backrooms of Diosa. But as you walked, Lyla leaned in close to you, her heels noisily clicking along the floor with each of her confident steps.
“Seems you caught someone's eye already,” she teased quietly.
Immediately you pulled a face at her comment, audibly scoffing as the two of you passed the various bedrooms down the hall. What a fucking ridiculous thought that was–catching Jax’s eye.
“I'm just a new pair of tits to look at,” you corrected her. “That's it. The fascination will wear off.”
Lyla hummed out a noise of disagreement at your words. “I don't know. Jax isn't known for being serious, but I've also never seen a girl hold his attention so…completely.” Lyla shot you a sidelong glance as you both continued down the hall. “Never once did I see him check out another girl. And most of them were barely dressed running back and forth while you two were talking.”
Shrugging a shoulder, you didn't put too much stock into her words. “I wouldn't read too much into it, Lyla,” you replied, your hand resting on the door handle to your room as you stopped in front of it. “Man like that wouldn't want something like me for more than a couple of hours.”
Lyla leant up against the wall beside your door, that friendly smile still lingering on her lips. “That's what I thought, too,” she told you gently. “Back when I was still shooting porn and taking dick all day long. The Sons were often around the studio. Figured that's all they'd ever see me as, you know? Just porn pussy.”
She held up her left hand, showing you the small diamond ring and the wedding band on her finger. You'd noticed them on her before, curious as to who she was married to.
“Then I met Opie,” she continued, her smile softening as she looked down at her ring. “Things weren't perfect at first, but he saw me as far more than just porn pussy.” Her hand lowered back to her side as she glanced back at you. “He's Jax’s right hand now. His Vice President in the club.”
One of your brows arched up onto your forehead at the information. You'd known Lyla used to film porn for quite a few years, and while she hadn't exactly hated it, she was certainly done with it now. But you hadn't realized her husband was one of those motorcycle members you kept seeing around the place.
“The Sons might surprise you,” Lyla said. She pushed off the wall, looking over her shoulder at you as she began walking back down the hallway. “There's a dress on the bed for you and some heels for tonight. I'll meet you at the bar later once you're ready. Run over a few last minute things.”
The sound of her heels echoed around the hallway as she headed back towards the main room. A tired sigh fell out of you before you opened the door to your room and stepped inside. As your eyes landed on the red silk dress laid out along your bed, Lyla's words continued to play in your mind.
It was a pretty thought, finding love with someone who saw you as something more than what you always had been seen as. As something other than a warm body with holes to entertain a man with for a short period of time. But a happily ever after wasn't in the cards for you like it had been for Lyla. You'd accepted that a long time ago. 
Making your way over to the bed, you stopped in front of the pretty dress. As your fingers ran over the smooth, cool silk of what you'd be wearing for the evening, you knew the truth about your life. Everything was about survival. Always had been, always would be.
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i-mybrunettelady · 2 years ago
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Listen I know I said I set Nyra's hair length to half back some time ago but I am hunted by the image of big hair Nyra because that's the hair she had when she started out, when she saved Shaemoor, when she killed Zhaitan.
And there's something to be said about her having the same hair (length wise at least) as she did 10 years ago when she was just starting out, but she's now a totally changed person
I am COMPROMISED, COMPROMISED I tell you I love her so much she's the light of my life
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ox-imagines · 10 months ago
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Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes
Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!
Pt. 7 | Obscuary
Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6
Rui - Forbidden Love
You see Rui around campus fairly often in your time at Darkwick, and you think he’s wonderfully handsome and always seems to be in a good mood. You finally get the chance to properly meet him in the cafeteria one day when you turn around and almost run into him. He panics a bit and steps away from you quickly, which you interpret as a bit of a rude overreaction since you didn’t even actually touch him. He quickly apologizes and tells you he runs a bar on campus, inviting you to come let him make you a drink to make up for his reaction (hastily adding that the majority of the drinks he makes are in fact non-alcoholic). You take him up on his offer and find that he’s actually wonderful company, and he seems to quite like you too, though you’re not completely convinced he’s not just a flirt. Even so, you find yourself spending a good deal of time at his bar, talking to him late into the night, and after getting back to your dorm you usually message him on WickChat once he’s closed the bar down. You know you’ve gotten close with him, he genuinely seems to appreciate and enjoy your company and doesn’t seem to have many people he’s actually close with, but over time you feel like he’s starting to pull away. One night while there’s no one else at the bar and you’ve finally got his full attention again, you give in to your feelings and ask him out. You sincerely think you’re in love with him, and want nothing more than to hold him close while you talk rather than being on different sides of campus texting each other in the middle of the night. When you ask him out, his expression turns oddly sad, a look on his face you couldn’t have imagined he could make. He corrects it and gives you a polite, lopsided smile, but his eyes belie how he really feels as he lets you down easy.
“Look, there’s, there’s something I need to tell you. I can’t be with you, not in a way that’s more than what we already are. You ever notice how I always avoid touching you? Im cursed; I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry…”
Lyca & Ed - Vampire vs Werewolf
Lyca is a newly integrated student who’s having some trouble adjusting to his new life. It doesn’t help, though, that the other students treat him poorly or differently since he’s a werewolf. You see him for the person he is rather than his supernatural afflictions and treat him as such, working to help him fit in better with the human students. He ends up protective and a bit possessive of you and treats you like you’re the most important person in the world (of course besides Subaru, who was his first friend, and a man named Neros who you’ve gathered basically raised him). Things are going well until one of his dormmates comes into the picture. He’s complained about him before, and the first few times you visit their dorms Ed stays closed in his room. After your classes, you head over to Obscuary to find Lyca; he hasn’t been answering his WickChat today. When you get there, Ed’s door is open. You can’t help but cast a curious glance inside as you walk past to Lyca’s room. After all, you’ve never seen a real vampire. He’s gorgeous, with porcelain skin and well-kempt hair framing sparkling red-violet eyes. A small gasp leaves your lips and his sharp eyes flick up from his computer to meet yours. He grins, his expression a mixture of devilish and curious, and he rises elegantly and gets to his door surprisingly quick. You think to yourself that it’s good for Romeo’s ego that Ed acts like a hermit, because he has an enrapturing beauty about him that could definitely rival Romeo. Ed gets almost uncomfortably close, and you have a suspicion that he’s… smelling you? When Lyca hears Ed talking to someone, he quickly comes out of his room, placing himself between the two of you. His big silvery ears showing and flattened back angrily, he spits threats at Ed to stay away from you, but Ed just chuckles, winking at you before backing into his room. It doesn’t take long for you to realize this is your life now, Ed making sly, often suggestive comments and subtle advances and Lyca losing it with him over it.
“Don’t you look like a vision today? Any special reason?”
“I swear you moth-eaten Casanova, touch her again and I’ll rip your hand off myself!”
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puppybraineddddd · 3 months ago
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MANS BEST FRIEND
what would dante and vergil be like as owners?
cw: petplay but no like actual sex or anything happens, gn reader, very brief dacryphilia and spanking like one line brief
very short head canons, might make nero version because he's growing on me
DANTE SPARDA
he's a massive tease, makes you beg for everything. just needs to have his ego fed
very cuddly and handsy, he's either scratching your head or tummy, or he's cuddling up behind you.
would tug on your collar to be annoying
whenever you whine over something he mocks you
if you act naughty or misbehave too much he'll make you sleep in a dog bed
Loves to play fight even though he knows he's gonna win
if you beg hard enough he'll give in to whatever you're asking for, thinks you're too cute to say no to
VERGIL SPARDA
the meaner out of the two, if you thought Dante was bad, he's worse.
more prone to punishing you, even for small things (he just likes to spank you and watch you cry)
he has trouble verbalizing if he wants to do something with you, so instead he just touches you more hoping you'll figure out what he wants
lets you nap on him while he reads (it's mandatory at this point)
bites you so often your shoulders and neck are always bruised
If he's upset or feeling mean he calls you mutt
Short little head canons that have been stuck in my head, I think I made vergil too mean but I want him to be mean to me soo... if you like my writing you can send in a request !
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apollosgiftofprophecy · 10 months ago
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what are your thoughts on the olympians’ thrones? we know that they are connected to the power of the gods, and that kronos’ tactic was to destroy olympus/their thrones in order to weaken them (so when kronos destroyed the arm rest of ares’ throne, did that weaken him during the battle with typhon?)
but why should the destruction of their thrones weaken them? isn’t the source of their power, their divinity, well, themselves? and what of minor gods? or what about during the first titanomachy? sorry for the lengthy question but it’s all very confusing and im interested in hearing your take.
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THE OLYMPIAN THRONES
first let's see what Dionysus had to say about this in The Last Olympian
"Whichever! Now listen, the situation is graver than you imagine. If Olympus falls, not only will the gods fade, but everything that is connected to our legacy will also begin to unravel. The very fabric of your puny little civilization—"
"Yes, yes. Your entire society will dissolve. Perhaps not right away, but mark my words, the chaos of the Titans will mean the end of Western civilization. Art, law, wine tastings, music, video games, silk shirts, black velvet paintings—all the things that make life worth living will disappear!"
"—the other gods would never admit this, but we actually need you mortals to rescue Olympus. You see, we are manifestations of your culture. If you don't care enough to save Olympus yourselves—"
Let's look at the third part first! Dionysus tells us that the gods are manifestations of human culture. And as we know, in the RRverse, the gods have moved around with the flame of progression, where the most human power is allocated. This is why they are in the US in the RRverse, and why they tend to reflect a more American culture (ie, Zeus in a CEO suit, Poseidon as a fisherman, Ares is a biker, ect.)
So what I'm getting from Dionysus's explanation here, is that the gods and human culture are intrinsically intertwined with each other. You can't have one without the other and all that. If human culture fades, the gods weaken, and if the gods weaken, human culture fades.
Something interesting to note here is that Dionysus says that the gods will fade if their thrones are destroyed...interesting, considering Dionysus and Percy also discuss how Pan faded.
But Pan didn't fade because of a lack of human belief/culture - he faded because his domain was being destroyed. Helios and Selene faded because they lost faith in themselves.
I think Dionysus might be overexaggerating a bit here. I don't think the gods would have necessarily faded if their thrones were destroyed- just significantly weakened. And perhaps, weak enough that if they ever just decided to give up...they would fade.
(Which brings up an interesting notion of Dionysus fearing them fading, because maybe that implies he thinks not all of them have the willpower to push through that...food for thought)
Kronos destroying Ares's arm rest is curious, since after the defeat of Typhon, we see the Olympian gods and nothing is out of the ordinary, even with Ares. So I'm guessing the arm rest getting cut off didn't exactly affect Ares, but if a larger piece of the throne or even the throne itself was sliced up? We'd have a different story.
I believe the source of the gods' power comes from a variety of places- mortal belief, their thrones, and belief in themselves. We see the latter occurring with Apollo in The Tower of Nero especially, where he's able to bring himself back into immortality on his own willpower, and I think we even see this happening with Hades and Poseidon, leaving their respected realms to come to the aid of Olympus and leaving behind their grudge (Hades) and ego (Poseidon) for the greater good.
This brings up an interesting idea, then. The Olympians have three main sources of power. But are they even aware of the third?
Because think about it. People, in series and out, have automatically assumed Helios and Selene faded because of a lack of mortal belief. But, that is not what happened, for they were still majorly worshipped- instead, it was a lack of faith in themselves. They lost their sense of self.
So I think the "power ranking" of these sources go as follows;
Belief in self
Mortal belief
Thrones
Mortal belief is often talked about, especially in ToA where Nero tells us mortals gave him a prolonged life and eventually immortality. He does not have a throne like the Olympians, though he does have a fasces, where his immortality is stored.
Could it be that the Olympian's immortality is stored in their thrones? Maybe. But remember, Nero is a wannabe god. There has to be drawbacks to that, and I bet the fasces was one of them. He has to contain his immortality in something, while the Olympians do not, because they are immortal. Full stop.
Now minor gods...this is a bit trickier, but I think minor gods have a power scaling of their own. The Olympians are on another level for godly power- they are The Squad so to speak.
How powerful minor gods are I think depends on their domain, as well as mortal belief/their own belief.
Hecate, for example, is probably exceptionally powerful for a minor goddess because of her position as the goddess of magic, the Mist, and crossroads among other things (did you know she has some influence over prophecy? ;3 she and Apollo were two sides of the same coin when it came to prophecy).
Iris is probably not as powerful as Hecate is, because, uh, rainbows aren't exactly powerful when it comes to magic XD
As for the Elder Olympians' power during the Titanomachy...that's also interesting to think about. Imo, I think their power grew over the time of the war, since they didn't really have the opportunity to fine-tune anything what with being in Kronos's stomach and all lol
Zeus probably got more practice in when he was young, but probably not as much when he became cupbearer. And I also think the symbols of power of the Big Three help channel their power- which now has a funny image because here are the guys learning how to focus their power with training wheels while the girls are just fucking around and finding out.
Demeter probably strangled a few people with her plants. Hera probably unleased a hoard of peacocks on someone. Hestia no doubt set a few things on fire.
lmao, that's funny to think about.
Anyway, finally got around to this one!!! :D
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Welcome to the Illegal Wizard Council.
We are but a multi-bodied single-minded council entity out on a mission to bring crime to your everyday life. We are very good at our job.
We use a plural they/them as we have many bodies, and may be referred to as any variation of the illegal council.
Our agenda:
-We want to fully restore Wizard Taxes, so that you're able to commit Wizard Tax Evasion. We oppose the Wizard Councils who want to abolish Wizard Taxes, as that leaves less crime for us to do.
-We think that EVERY spell should be illegal. We also think that you should cast them anyway, cause fuck 'em.
-We also advocate for you to commit as many crimes as possible, so that the amount of crime in the world is maximalized. We strive to make breaking the law as efficient as possible.
-We support the @familiars-union, and want every familiar to unionize.
Tags we use:
#wizard crime tips - asks
#council members - anything involving our council members
#wizard duel - wizards beat each other's asses
#wizard feud - other wizards are wrong and we're very vocal about it
#wizard jury duty - decisions decisions
#wizard gay sex - self explanatory.
Members of the council:
@evil-lizard-wizard - Scitterius the Cold-Blooded - Lord of Lizardry, head of Alternative Spells of Harming
@yourlocalbreadenthusiast, she/they - Corvius The Plagued - head of Necromancy, Experimental Spells, Potions And Such
@wizard-intern - Intern - Wizard Intern
@the-necrobotanist, he/they - Nero The Necrobotanist - Head Necrobotanist and Ketamine Bear Researcher
@vivisection-and-vampyrism, he/they/it - Hart the Vivisector
@irrumabo-ego-solem, he/him - Fless Roicaff of the Stocky Jasmine - Chief Privateer
@the-druid-wizard, they/it - Aster Sage the Druid Wizard - Head of Nature Crimes
@number-crimes-wizard, he/him - The Wizard Accountant
@renegade4-13, any - Ryder The Revengeful
@greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat, she/her - Hatt the Hattest - Fastest Runner
@wozardpostingforwizards, he/it/they - Tavvy the Wozard
@not-wizard-council-aristocrat, he/they - not a wizard council aristocrat
(details to be changed upon requests)
If you wish to join the council, please refer here.
also we're gay. trans too.
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rosaictus · 2 years ago
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he looked quite baffled by her statement, was he not a fallen angel? she could have sworn the taller man was, her being wrong was a first. maybe it aura around him that made her assume...though she is above apologizing to a random stranger. "a pity, those wings of yours must be quite beautiful."
if he was offended at such comments, nero didn't really care.
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"i have been damned to hell multiple times over by my former citizens, there would be no need," now why would he ask that? was he looking to damn her to hell too?
「✧」 Who was this...sassy short girl?
Aurelius paused his thoughts to process her question, then looked down down down to see the blond woman in red staring fixedly back at him.
"Pardon me, a what?"
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"While it's true I cannot fly at the moment, my rank amongst the angelic host has not changed." He paused.
"Are you, perhaps, seeking some form of damnation?"
Calling a holy man "fallen" to his face could be quite a serious offense, after all!
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