#hades inferno

[brazilian-vampyra]

♱ NEEDING SOME LOVE? ｡ﾟ ♡

(english)

⋆ ִֶָ ๋ ✮⋆ synopsis: you are a succubus and offers affection after jjk men pass or are in stressful situations.

⋆ ִֶָ ๋ ✮⋆ characters: ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, nanami kento.

⋆ ִֶָ ๋ ✮⋆ warnings: strong language, rough sex, unprotected sex, praising kink, hair pulling, degradation kink, oral (both receiving), fem!dom, male!dom, creampie, nipple play, teasing, love bites, needy behavior.

⭑ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 ⭑

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄 was tired. He was hella tired.

Some time ago, Kento decided to give up his life as an office worker and put into practice everything he had learned at Jujutsu High. Enduring Gojo Satoru shouting in his ear like he did in high school was the worst of the problems, the big "x" of the issue now was dealing with the curses that arrived in the city.

Sukuna's return seemed to have brought a streak of bad luck to everyone else, and it stressed him, God, how it stressed him.

He had fought against a curse called "Mahito". He was all patched up, had blue hair, was tough and very ironic, the kind that brags about their deplorable exploits. His stupid actions meant that Nanami had to spend more time at work, as he was going to finish his shift at 6 p.m., but Mahito was persistent and stupid, forcing him to work overtime.

He left office life so he could stop working like a convict, and now he was forced to work overtime because of this stupid curse?

It's incredibly disrespectful.

He arrived at the apartment tired, just thinking about taking a relaxing shower and sleeping. Maybe this vacation to Malaysia should be brought forward.

He unlocked the main door and when he entered, he turned on the orange lamp next to it, casting dim light across the room. He was already loosening his tie and muttering some swear words when he came across a peculiar figure on the sofa. You were lying on your side, resting your face in your hand, looking at him with a mischievous smile and slightly shaking your tail.

The tail, as well as the horns and wings were part of your real form, but you made them disappear to be more comfortable sometimes.

━━ What are you doing in my house? — the blonde questioned, without paying much attention to you.

━━ You know how it is, no big deal... — you slid onto the couch. ━━ Just checking if my favorite blonde is okay...

━━ I am very well.

You giggled indiscreetly.

━━ You seem stressed to me...

━━ I can ease my stress on my own, I don't need another curse bothering me today.

You got up from the couch, walking over to him with a hand on your chest, pretending to be offended.

━━ Aww, too bad. I'm not a curse, you know this... — you said, making your most fantasy features disappear, looking like a normal human. ━━ Are you going to treat me like that night was nothing?

He grunted, taking off his tie to make himself more comfortable.

━━ It was a dream. A fucking dream.

━━ It wasn't a dream... — you teased. ━━ But I agree with you on the fucking part. Wow, we fucked so much!

You kept remembering about it, with a mischievous smile on your lips.

━━ What did you come for, you devil? Feed? If so, I'm tired, I don't have any energy to give you.

Well, that's the truth. Succubus feeds on a person's vital energy through sex.

━━ Do I look evil, Kento? I'm here to take care of you. You let me feed myself, I think it's fair that I take care of you.

You took a hand to the blonde's defined jaw and slid your fingers over his skin, watching as he shivered.

━━ You'll see... I can wash your hair... — you took one of his hands and brought it to your face, so he could feel your warm cheek. ━━ Kiss your pretty lips and we can explore each other's bodies, so you will sleep very happy afterwards. Don't you think you need some love?

His mischievous smile was a beautiful invitation. And the blonde gave in to the temptation and desire you emanated. You calmly convinced him, and now you were in the bathroom, in the shower, moaning and feeling the warm water slide over your skin. Nanami's strong body hugged yours from behind, while his hands were covered in liquid soap with passion fruit and chamomile essences.

His huge hands slid over your wet skin and went to your breasts, playing with your nipples between his index and middle fingers; giving you an awesome stimulation.

You could feel his hips grinding against your ass and his cock slides through your tight insides, giving you as much pleasure as you were giving him. The blonde's deep moans were close to your ear, making you bite your lower lip. Your hands were on the blue tiled wall, providing you with some support as he delighted in your body.

━━ I told you... you would be happier- ugh, fuck...

━━ I think you're right, I can't resist that fucking pussy... — he kissed your shoulder. ━━ Goddamn, if these curses keep stressing me out I'm going to need you every week...

━━ I'll always be here for you, darling... — you smiled, biting your bottom lip and brought a hand up to his wet blonde hair, while his lips were on your shoulder, tasting your wet skin. ━━ Every time you need... to give you the sweetest dreams ever.

[...]

⭑ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ⭑

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 can be irritated and stressed, like ordinary people. With Sukuna's return, there were other curses with Kenjaku causing problems, such as a stranger called Jogo. They didn't seem like a big problem, nothing he couldn't handle, but it was certainly something that would irritate him and require more strength and patience.

He had to balance this with his teaching duties and training the host of the king of curses, Yuji Itadori.

Sometimes Satoru fantasizes about what his life would be like without the responsibility of being a special grade sorcerer. Maybe he could be like most who don't have to worry about literally being humanity's last hope if the curses ever want to claim dominance again.

He had lost his best friend a few years ago, and it still hurt him. He had to take care of Yuji, Megumi and Nobara, as well as put up with hearing shit from other elitist sorcerers.

All of this made Satoru frustrated.

This caused erotic dreams to happen with a certain frequency, and the figure that satisfied him was you, a succubus. You're wrong if you think that your relationship with the most powerful sorcerer was just sex, nothing like that, you also talked a few times, flirted and even saw each other in real life.

At that point, you could already consider each other very close.

Now he had arrived home and removed the bandage that covered his vibrant blue eyes.

━━ I know you are here, sweetie.

He hadn't turned on any lights yet, but then you emerged from the shadows when he turned on the yellow lights in the living room. The lights were in a weaker tone, precisely so that he could be more relaxed and rest, providing a cozy atmosphere.

You were wearing a button-down shirt he had. A long-sleeved white shirt that had a few buttons lazily closed. Your thighs were bare, your smooth skin perfectly visible and your seductive scent carried far and wide. Your horns were not visible, nor were your wings or tail.

He went feral just by seeing this.

━━ I can see in those pretty eyes how tired you are... — you walked closer to him, hugging his neck affectionately. ━━ Wanna tell me what happened?

A muffled laugh echoed between you, a laugh coming from him before he slid his tongue across his lower lip gently.

━━ It's amazing how you always come up with the right words, and that lovely voice... — he wrapped his arms around your waist. ━━ It doesn't even feel like you're here with the purpose of sucking me dry.

You laughed at the audacity of the perfect white-haired sorcerer's words.

━━ Do you think I'm a mercenary who only cares about your life energy, Satoru? What we have is special... — you looked at him with your best puppy eyes.

He smiled happily upon hearing this.

━━ Don't you think you're needing some love, handsome?

You looked at him with your pink eyes, like a shining gemstone. Glowing with lust.

Gojo's response was his lips immediately being pressed against yours. His warm tongue slid against yours, allowing you to taste the mint gum he had been chewing all day. His hands held and squeezed your waist, making you moan against his lips, and he bit your lower lip lightly.

When you realized, you were on his bed. Your clothes were making a trail that led from the living room to the bedroom, and your bodies were sweaty on the sheets. You were on your side, with your head on the pillow, feeling one of Satoru's hands squeezing your breasts while the other held your thigh, slightly raised so that he could thrust his hips with precision against you.

The blue-eyed man bit your neck a little between kisses, probably leaving your skin marked, but he liked it. He liked to have the feeling that you were his.

━━ This pussy calms me down in a way... — he moaned, never stopping moving his hips against you, making the sound of your bodies echo throughout the room. ━━ It's like it was made for me...

━━ Take it easy, love... — you gripped the sheets tightly, feeling his body against yours as your vision was clouded with pleasure. ━━ Or you'll get addicted...

━━ Fucking hell, I already am... — hearing him go crazy was priceless. ━━ I need that damn pussy sliding on my cock every night...

[...]

⭑ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 ⭑

𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 that even though it was half a curse, the human feelings of this man who was almost two hundred years old were the strongest. He — who had exhausted eyes — was lost among difficult and confused thoughts.

His current mental state lived up to his appearance. He was as worn out as his eyelids and his dark circles. The physical and mental exhaustion of the blood handler was increasingly evident, he no longer knew what to do. He had constant and massive existential crises, which made his head scream.

Being by Kenjaku's side felt right, but something in him told him that wasn't the only option he had. Halloween was coming, the coup in Shibuya was going to happen and Choso only thought about running out of there and never coming back, evaporating like water in a hot pot of rice. But on the other hand, he must avenge the death of his brothers.

Why did life have to be so difficult?

He entered the room, throwing himself on the bed and burying his face in a pillow as he sighed heavily and tried to clear his thoughts. That was when a shiver ran down his spine and he looked at an armchair next to him.

There you were, with your horns and wings and your tail, slowly swaying back and forth like a cat.

━━ Hi, baby.

You smiled and waved calmly at him.

━━ W-Who are you? What are you doing here?

━━ Oh, don't you know who I am? — You were surprised. ━━ Well, let me put on a friendlier appearance to talk to you then.

In the blink of an eye your mystical features disappeared.

━━ Better, right?

You fixed your hair softly.

━━ I'm a succubus, by the look on your face I can assume you've never met one, right?

He nodded shyly.

━━ Well, Choso... I noticed you're so stressed. So tired, so depressed... — you walked over to the bed, running your hands through his silky hair. ━━ That brought me here.

━━ Can I assume you want to kill me...?

You laughed at the man's naivety.

━━ Kill you? No, no. Why would I kill such an adorable guy like you? — he was so adorable and cute. ━━ All I need is a little bit of your life energy, and don't worry, you'll recover in time.

━━ And how do I give it to you?

━━ You'll have to cum for me.

His pale cheeks turned red like ripe strawberries.

━━ W-What!?

━━ Feeding me during sex is the best option, and the best thing is that it doesn't hurt you either... — your hot pink eyes glowed at him, in a tone of eloquent desire. ━━ Don't you think you need some love, baby?

Yes, Choso had to assume that this was the best option for him at the moment. He might have to give you some of his life energy, but at the same time he would be rewarded for it. He was a bit inexperienced, and he didn't hide it — maybe he couldn't even try to hide it.

While you were kissing, he ended up asking to taste your pussy. That was the most promiscuous and shy request a man had ever made to you, two extremes at once. He accepted, and now he was eating you out with a desire that not even an extremely experienced man had ever eaten. His eyes were closed, his hands were squeezing your thighs and his face was buried between your legs.

The desire left him intoxicated, too focused on making you feel good.

Your legs were draped over his shoulders and you held onto his beautiful dark hair, squeezing it every now and then just out of sheer will, as you let him dictate at his own pace. Kamo's tongue slid inside you and his lips worked together to make you moan more and more.

At that point he couldn't take it anymore. The noticeable erection inside his pants was making that piece of clothing tighter and tighter, and if you kept moaning like that while he tasted you, he would probably end up cumming in his boxers. It had been a long time since he had tasted pussy this sweet, and now he felt like he was being bewitched or something.

━━ Hmm... you're so sweet, hm... — he kept eating.

━━ Such a good boy, you're doing well... — looked down, seeing his lips on your soaked sex. ━━ Don't be shy, rub your face on it...

Without even blinking, he held your thighs tighter and rubbed his face against your pussy, making you moan loudly and grip his hair tighter. That was unexpected, as you didn't expect to be dealing with a man who would obey so much.

Choso Kamo is indeed a good boy.

[...]

⭑ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ⭑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 was far from being a bed of roses. Unlike what is shown in movies or comics, it is a sad, strange life with a growing sense of death because at any moment there could be a sniper waiting for you. Or another hitman who was hired to kill you as personal revenge for some of your work.

It was no different for Toji, who had to kill people almost every day.

The smell of iron coming from the blood was no longer something he found strange, as it was like smelling the good smell of a disinfectant or a perfume that was pleasant. Most of his clothes were black, just so he wouldn't worry about blood stains, his house didn't have light-colored carpets, precisely so that he wouldn't have to do such intense cleaning if blood leaked through a trash bag.

He lived in an extremely simple apartment, in a suburban neighborhood where the rent was very cheap.

Perhaps if his gambling addiction hadn't consumed him, he might have been in a better situation, as he was paid very well for his services. It was no surprise, after all Toji is a professional at what he does.

Today he was hired to kill an extremely important man, and he was protected by some very experienced and strong sorcerers, that was a lot of work and Toji got hurt a little. Now he had taken a cold shower and put on black sweatpants, lying down on the double bed in that small room, lit by the orange light from the streetlight that invaded through the window.

You teleported to his bed, laying down next to him.

Upon smelling her sweet scent entering his nostrils, Fushiguro wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

━━ I was already thinking about summoning you, my little devil...

His deep voice shook your bones, reverberating on it.

━━ Missing me, my love? — you teased.

━━ Always, honey.

━━ Had a bad day?

━━ Bad as fuck, but now I have you here.

━━ I think you're needing some love, don't you agree? — you turned to him, smiling mischievously and running a hand over the scar he had on his lip.

━━ I need all the love in the world right now.

And so you started kissing. It was an intense kiss, with a lot of desire and lust as your tongues touched and he grunted against your mouth. His kiss always seemed to take the air out of you, leaving you shocked at how good he felt.

Toji Fushiguro is ridiculously good in bed.

Right now, he was reminding you why he's the best you've ever had. This man was fucking you in a deliciously sinful mating press, holding your thighs as his green eyes were locked on yours and he was thrusting his hips against you like there's no tomorrow.

Fucking looking into the eyes was something so intimate and serious that you had never done with anyone; Toji could consider himself a big important milestone in your centuries-old succubus life.

━━ So fuckin' good f'me... — he was going crazy, just like you.

It felt strangely good, feeling him thrusting while you were stuffed. This man had already come and was still hard and needy for more, so much so that some of his hot cum was dripping down your poor little hole.

━━ You're such a whore, aren't you? This pussy is dripping and you still want more...

You smiled mischievously, biting your bottom lip and looking at him.

━━ What can I do? You're irresistible...

[...]

⭑ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ⭑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 was not satisfied with his concubines.

Yes, you did not read it wrong. No, that wasn't a doubt, it was an affirmation.

You, like a good succubus, had been watching him from the shadows for a while, because after all, his life seemed to be extremely interesting. Realized from the beginning that he had four concubines, all of them beautiful, with the most different bodies, different shapes. Always dressed in flashy lingerie and wearing jewelry.

But somehow, he no longer looked at them with that hunger and desire he had at first. You wonder why?

The truth is that there was no answer to this notorious question. He had probably just lost interest in them or sex in general for a while because of the problems that were plaguing him. After all, he is the king.

With this in mind, you decided to pay a visit to the lonely king.

You entered his throne room, wearing beautiful red lingerie, adorned with some rubies, which framed your curves very well. Your soft skin was completely exposed and you made a point of letting your perfume emanate far away, as well as your pheromones.

━━ Sukuna... long time no see.

You teased him, laughing softly. You never had to bow to him, he "forgave" your audacity.

━━ Little brat... can I know why are you bothering me?

━━ I came to offer you help.

━━ Help?

━━ I noticed you don't care about your concubines anymore... from afar I feel your dissatisfaction.

He laughed mischievously, in his classic way.

━━ And what did you come here for? Apply to replace one of them?

━━ Sukuna, speaking like that, it seems like you don't know me — you made a subtle gesture with your hand. ━━ I just came here to propose a deal.

━━ What type of deal?

━━ You give me some of your vital energy and I give you pleasure...

He would have said "yes" right away the way he was, but playing hard to get was part of his personality.

━━ What makes you think I would accept this deal?

You smiled mischievously and began to crawl towards him, slowly climbing the steps that led to his throne at the top. Like a cat, it crawls slowly until it reaches the ball of yarn.

━━ Oh, my king... — you knew how to play dirty. ━━ I was watching you the whole time, I can see how frustrated you are.

You rested your head on his thigh, covered by the white kimono.

━━ You're needing some love, my dear...

And he agreed to this deal the right way. You knew you would have to put up with all the brutality of the king of curses, and you were willing to do that, especially because he didn't go beyond the limits, but he really was remarkable.

The white kimono he was wearing was already open, exposing his beautiful body with the marks that were his striking feature. You were kneeling right in front of him, while he held your hair and moaned, with his eyes closed and tilting his head back. Your mouth slid over his huge cock, feeling how his precum slid over your tongue every time you played with his sensitive, pink tip.

Sukuna's moans were as profane as his dark, morbid nature.

But they were truly a pleasure to listen to, and they were so good that it was making your thin panties weat with your desire, which ran down your slits as you used your mouth on him.

━━ F-Fuck... what a good fucking slut you are... — he pulled your hair.

You gagged on his cock a few times. Which was completely acceptable since he was indeed huge.

You were still going to have a lot of fun in that room, you couldn't even imagine that you could fuck in as many positions as he was going to fuck you on that throne.

[...]

⭑ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ⭑

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 was on the verge of going crazy.

Summer was a difficult season, as curses were everywhere and spread like plagues. In fact, the heat was so intense that it could kill the curses on its own, but he, as a sorcerer, had the obligation to act against them.

All that stress was already becoming unbearable, Suguru was already one step away from freaking out and killing everything and everyone in sight — whether it was a curse or not. He no longer cared about anything, and only thought about how complicated his life was and that maybe he wished he could have been born without this gift, so that he could do what "normal people" do.

Fortunately, or unfortunately for the man with long dark hair, you already had an eye on everything. I analyzed him from afar at various times, and thought about when would be the right time to approach him. You heard that he had been having these outbursts since Jujutsu High, now he was an adult and was still trying to control himself for not causing a giant disgrace.

Now he was on the balcony of his bedroom, it was a moonlit, starry and hot night.

His hair was tied up at the top and loose at the bottom, so he felt a little fresher. He was only wearing gray boxers and had picked up a cigarette, when he was about to light it, he noticed that he had lost the lighter.

━━ I always leave it here on the balcony table...

He muttered to himself.

━━ Looking for this?

He heard an unfamiliar female voice behind him and immediately looked to see what it was about. It was you, you were there looking at him like a predator looks at its prey, with your hot pink eyes.

━━ Don't get closer, or I-...

━━ What? Are you gonna eat me? — you teased, while holding his lighter. ━━ I mean, depending on how it goes, I accept it...

━━ Who are you?

You took the cigarette from his hand, politely asking "excuse me", and brought it to your lips, lighting it with the lighter and inhaling the smoke before bringing it to his lips. Suguru should assume that was a very sensual thing to watch, more so than he would like to admit.

You introduced yourself, saying your name to him and offering a gentle smile.

━━ Are you a curse? — he was smoking his cigarette calmly. ━━ I can feel your cursed energy.

━━ Succubus and incubus are not curses, but we have cursed energy.

━━ Then why are you here? I don't think I have anything that interests you, except my skills.

━━ I think your skills are formidable, but I don't want them, don't worry — you leaned over the balcony and took the cigarette from his lips, smoking it before giving it back. ━━ I want something else, and it can help you.

━━ I'm listening.

━━ I want to have sex with you.

Suguru almost choked on his own smoke at that moment. A creature appeared on his bedroom balcony in the middle of a summer night and suddenly said it wanted to have sex with him? That's weird.

━━ Sorry, I'm usually pretty straight to the point, haha.

━━ Can you explain? — he was recovering from his surprised cough.

━━ I feed on vital energy, and I need yours. Don't worry, I won't take everything, and you will recover pretty quickly because of your cursed energy level.

━━ What do I get from that?

━━ I have been watching you during this time, I know you are stressed and exhausted from having to deal with curses. So... I can make you feel good, really good, trust me...

━━ I won't sell myself for lust, not even if... holy shit.

While he was talking, you took off the thin t-shirt you were wearing and left your breasts exposed, leaving now only your denim mini skirt.

━━ C'mon, Suguru... don't you think you deserve some love? — you told him, in your seductive way.

The answer after that was clearly yes, and he buried the cigarette in the ashtray before kissing your lips eagerly and holding you in his arms, dragging you to the bed. Even though you had just met, it wasn't difficult for you to find the harmony between your bodies because somehow, you had the perfect fit.

You told the sorcerer that he just needed to let you ride him so he could be calm and sleep happily. He didn't think twice before accepting the proposal, and now you were there, in his lap.

Geto was lying down, with his eyes closed and moaning slyly while keeping his hands on your hips. You kept your weight on your knees, resting on the mattress as you moved your hips up and down, feeling your pussy milking his cock. His fingerprints would stay on your hot skin for a long time, you never wanted to forget this.

He looked beautiful with his hair messy like that, begging for more and being sensitive.

━━ W-What kind of black magic is this? W-What are you doing to me? — he moaned frantically. ━━ Oh my fucking God... that's so perfect...

You giggled mischievously as you continued moaning and said in your most promiscuous tone:

━━ I put a spell on you... — you brought a hand to his face, sliding it across his lower lip. ━━ Because you're mine...

[...]

۰ ࣪📂 ٬٬ 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: maybe it's a random topic but i was fantasizing about it one day and decided to write :) everything was written by me, don't take it as yours or get inspired without giving credit.

[spookingstand]

One thing nobody knew about death was that he has a brother.

Death's brother, by me, 2024

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[bubblyernie]

I've been meaning to draw this for, I'm not even kidding, YEARS. Giving into my deepest demons, I've got an unhealthy obsession for Inferno and I just think it would be very in character and plot-relevant for Zag and Dante to just run into each other LOL

Ack, I forgor to tag all my hades mockups ^^; here's others if yall are curious: (...iliad/myth oc linked here) (linked here) (and here) (one more) (oops one more sorry)

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[bloodmoon24]

Fizzarolli, sitting on a couch surrounded by Asmodeus, Autonomous “Ozzie”, Arum “Ozzie”, and Ocean Heart “Ozzie” and they’re all smirking at him

Fizzarolli: *smiling* This is fine

[sistersatan]

[tmos-time]

having a moment i can only describe as "gary i need to play a violent video game"

[lazybearchungus]

Finished!!!😄😊✨

Pegasus Seiya and Andromeda Shun in

Hades Chapter Arc-Inferno!👊❤️⛓️💚💀🌚💫✨

[rptv1]

The Embarkation of the Souls

illustrations for Dante’s Divine Comedy by Gustav Doré

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"Charon the demon, with the eyes of glede, / Beckoning to them, collects them all together, / Beats with his oar whoever lags behind"

(Inf. III, 109-111)

[calrose-nightingale]

Persephone

Out of the blue, but I thought she would be fun to draw for the Inferno Cover Song I did this week!

I think she came out cute af.

[brazilian-vampyra]

★﹒🍇﹒JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST﹒⊹

✮ all i ever wanted ּ ִֶָ

☆❐.˳⁺ all i ever needed ۫ ּ

ִ.▭ is here

♡.ꦿ .˳ ⁺ in my arms...

ㅤ⟡ ! REQUESTS ARE OPEN⭒

— i don't write about mahito, kenjaku, jogo, hanami, or yuki.

— i can write about yuji, nobara, megumi, inumaki, yuta and maki, but ONLY sfw (if you read sexual content with minors or age them up to be able to write about it, please stay away from my blog as i feel disgusted by people with this behavior).

— english is not my first language (like c'mon i'm brazilian lmfao) so if you see any english mistakes, please tell me.

⟡ ! SUBTITLES SYSTEM ⭒

⊹ 🎀 means sfw ⋆

⊹ 🍒 means nsfw ⋆

⊹ 💧 means angst ⋆

⊹ 📂 means short scenarios ⋆

🍒 needing some love? (mixed)

🍒 music to fuck to (mixed)

💧🎀 akai ito pt. 1 (sukuna)

💧🍒 i'll try to fix you (toji fushiguro)

(more will be added)

ᯓ★ everything is originally written by me, i won't accept plagiarism.

XOXO, kisses that taste like type o negative 💋

— brazilian-vampyra

[spookingstand]

The sulphur ash fills your lungs and stings your eyes.

Lake of fire, by me, 2023 (based off of the painting in terraria)

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[striderincosmos]

Hellbent

Zagreus, son and sire of Hades, was having a decent run of it, all things considered. Yes, the last several hallways snaking through his father's domain, shifting as such a creature did, were quite... difficult, Than's help a welcome relief to the shades and creatures that his father commanded. He was a little worse for wear, and Stygius now had a somewhat duller blade that he'd have to take care of, but he was well on his way to Asphodel now, he was sure of it.

As he emerged into the next chamber, he found it strangely... empty. Like the last two that he'd walked through, largely without issue. Something was, quite alarmingly, being more of a bother than him. Something that he did not appreciate to some small extent.

Then, in the distance, he heard something clash for a moment, then stop. He paused in place, waiting for something else to happen, gripping Stygius tighter as he did and preparing a few of his boons. Ares had been particularly gracious this time 'round, as had Aphrodite. Bats of a membrane, and all that...

Then, a voice. Deep and used to being heard and obeyed in the heat of battle, easily echoing through the tunnel that led out of this pillared room the prince now stood in.

"Beatrice! Vergil! Guide me from this place!"

Zagreus, wondering who this stranger might be, and who he might have been talking to, ducked behind a pilar as he heard footsteps, their echoes followed by the muttering of words he could not discern the meaning of. Strange. Weren't all tongues made one (or some nonsense like that) in his father's realm?

Crouching as he peeked around the pillar, Zagreus saw the man emerge into the room from the far exit. He was... well, clearly, he was out of place, scanning around as he was from under a helmet of a kind that Zagreus had never seen before, a flowing hood of chain-links capped by a helm that circled his brow and covered his nose.

The man wore the tatters of what might have once been armor, one of his arms and his legs covered in intricately wrought metal. from his waist flowed red cloth, a similar cloth wrapped around his left arm. Perhaps most arresting of all was the strange cross, the red perhaps accentuated by blood, that was stitched into his chest and torso.

In one hand, he held a long scythe. Zagreus would have thought that Than would be very cross at the man for stealing it from him, but it was far too overwrought, the haft shaped like a spine and the head playing host to a depiction of a skull under a gear that flowed into the blade proper.

'Who are you?' Zagreus wondered. 'And how likely are you to gut me?'

Clearly, he wasn't looking for him. Maybe he could risk it...

He slowly stepped out from behind the pilar, arms to his sides in what he hoped was a gesture of peace. "Uh... hello?"

The man spun to face him, his free hand darting to his waist and pulling something from it, holding it out towards him. The fact that it suddenly began to glow a brilliant blue was nothing if not concerning.

The cross flashed, and Zag felt a strange sensation crawl through his skin and across each nerve, the sensation not deadly, certainly unpleasant, and utterly strange. Where did this man come from, and what place did his power, so clearly divine and yet so estranged from the heights of Olympus, flow from?

As the light, and the sensation, faded and allowed him to see, Zareus stifled a very unroyal yelp as he dodged aside a chopping blow from the man's scythe. "Wait a minute, please!" Zagreus said as he ducked beneath a swipe, backpeddaling furiously from a thrust that saw the scythe's blade rachet 90 degrees into a great spearhead. "I'm not looking to hurt you!"

The man paused, clearly suspicious as he kept his guard up. "I've seen enough trickery from the denizens of Hell thus far. Why should I believe you?"

Zagreus, now more confused than ever, took what was a rather daring risk and let go of Stygius, the blade clattering as it fell to the stone floor. "I'm guessing most of the shades you've run into haven't had the mind to try that?" he ventured.

The action, at the very least, caught the man off guard. "What are you?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, the name's Zagreus. Pleasure to meet you, if we can avoid coming to blows. May I ask your name?"

Slowly, the man began to lower his scythe. "I... am Dante Alighieri. I am... I was a crusader for the Lord, a holy Templar, and I am looking for someone who does not deserve to be in this place."

"That would be... Beatrice, I assume?"

Dante nodded. "Yes. It seems I have lost my way. I know not where I am in Hell, and Vergil, my guide to this point, seems to be lost to me as well."

"Virgil..."

"The poet of old?"

"The only poet I can really claim to know is Orpheus."

"Orpheus? I absolved him of his sins in Limbo, allowing him to go into the grace of the Lord."

"His sins?" Zagreus was quite confused now. "What are you talking about? Where did you find him?"

"He rode on Charon, across the river Styx."

"Ah. Charon." Zagreus found himself slightly relieved that there was someone that they had in common. "You would have had to hop on his boat to get here anyway. He didn't try to sell you anything, did he? He drives a hard bargain sometimes."

Dante was clearly unamused. "I tore his head off the mast of the ship he was a part of and threw it into the smoky depths of the river before the ship crashed, bringing me... here, of all places."

"Wait a minute. Are you sure we're talking about the same Charon? Tall, skeletal, likes to wield a boat paddle when he's not ferrying souls?"

"No." Dante fully lowered his scythe now. "I don't believe we are."

"So, you're currently lost, I'm currently trying to find my way out, and we're both trying to find someone. I think maybe we can work together to find some answers."

"Perhaps so. But I must go deeper into this place. If there is anywhere that Lucifer would have taken Beatrice, it is further into Hell."

Zagreus was starting to get tired of all these names and proper nouns that he had little bearing of as to their meaning. "Who is Lucifer?"

"The Devil? The eternal enemy of God and all his creations?"

"Which god?"

Dante opened his mouth, then paused as all thought seemed to flee the man. Finally, after a few stupefied seconds, he closed his mouth. "What age do you come from, to not know of God?"

"Well, time is rather strange here." Zagreus said with a shrug. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if this Lucifer fellow isn't having a challenge going any deeper here, if he is here. Behind me is my father's immediate domain. And if he's going there, he'll have no chance of surviving my father's wrath."

"Your father..."

"Hades. God of the Underworld and the riches therein?"

Dante was very clearly confused now, and Zagreus was at once sympathetic and somewhat exasperated himself. "I... didn't know that Hades had any sort of son." Dante said.

"It's not a well-advertised fact among mortals." Zagreus shook his head. "Either way, the Styx has done something strange to get you here, and if this Lucifer is as evil as you claim he is, we have little time to lose in order to get you back where you need to be."

Before he could speak any further, he heard the toll of a great bell, and the hiss of flames flashing for a moment before he heard his father's voice. "I wondered if you were consorting with the intruder, boy. Servants, collect them both!"

Stygius immediately flew into Zagreus' hand as shades began to emerge from the floor, skulls, witches, and the corpulent souls that his father liked to use to push him around floating towards them. "First things first," he said as he turned his back to Dante, a rather daring move all things considered, "let's find someone who can help us sort this all out. I think Meg's up ahead. Hopefully."

"I am off the path I must be on." Dante growled. "If I must follow you to get Beatrice to her rightful place in Paradise... so be it."

[alchemisland]

She’s here again

Eye’s esteem Sight of adoration utmost You are ambitious as forward-thrusting Thutmose For whom Ra brighter glows, favourshowing Crawled from the void Or hell’s sawloud forge Whose emissions rank rising furious scented Durian She dream walker Mute beholding with corvid wile She Beatrice upbraids and uprights me Her gemmed voice, gelid as Hyperborea To life my guide stirs, leads me like…

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

finally finished this monstrosity. for now

behold, my best attempts to unify Dante's Divine Comedy, Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel canon and a few myths

[alephskoteinos]

Look at Lucifer/Satan ("Lucifer ut Satanas", I think) down at the bottom right corner, chained to the dog-headed throne of hell sitting atop severed heads. To me he looks so much like Hades/Pluto. Think about it.

[mynatureisamazing]

Hell . Inspired by Dante's Inferno