#oc: cancer dionisio

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@sanctum-of-fantasy asked: 34 (“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”) with Shura and Aiolos, please? And since you're doing prompts with your OCs, 27 (“If we get caught I’m blaming you”) with Dionisio and Tryphosa? (And Lew, if you want!)

You probably weren't expecting streaking. :D vaguely nsfw!

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“If we get caught, I'm blaming you,” Tryphosa hisses. Lew blinks back at her placidly.

“Okay.” He agrees without even trying to argue it, and she rolls her eyes. Dionisio giggles.

“This was my idea, though,” he whispers, and she looks down at the slightly shorter man. He'd shaved recently, which is disconcerting, and makes him look closer to eighteen than the twenty-four he is. Tryphosa blinks, trying to think through the alcohol. Had it really? That's weird. Maybe Aurelien had rubbed off more on his adopted son than she'd realized.

“Whatever, fine. I'm blaming both of you. This is a terrible idea.” She mutters. “Where are we putting our clothes?” Tryphosa asks then. It might be a stupid idea, but it also sounds… sort of fun? The kind of thing she wants to try at least once. Hopefully without getting arrested. Paris is a decent pick for this, right? She's definitely keeping her boots on, though.

“We could lightspeed back to Sanctuary, take off our clothes, and come back here?” Dionisio offers, grinning widely. The idea is a decent one.

“Fine. Meet you two losers here in five minutes then. Keep your shoes on though, remember. “ She advises, and Lew nods solemnly. She flashes back to Scorpio and takes off her clothes. She can't quite believe she's about to go streaking through the nightclub crowds of Paris in the wee hours of the morning with Dionisio and Lew. This is absolutely ridiculous.

She lightspeeds back, and Lew and Dionisio are waiting. They're stupidly pretty naked, and she has to restrain herself from saying something stupid. Lew is lovely, all tall, lean lines and broad shoulders, vampire-pale in the dim street lights, his long blond hair draping over his shoulders. Dionisio is equally gorgeous, shorter and stockier, his warm brown skin covered in soft dark hair. His dark brown curls are even more tousled than normal, and his amber eyes are gleaming with excitement as he shoots her a dimpled smile.

Tryphosa herself is all muscled grace, built like a back alley boxer. Her brown skin, darker than Dionisio’s, gleams faintly in the dim light, and her dark brown hair is beginning to fall out of her pompadour. Her nearly black eyes flash in excitement.

“Are we going or what?” She asks, and Lew nods quietly, and starts the charge out onto the pavement, where the late crowds are just starting to filter out. Tryphosa lets out a whoop and follows him, and Dionisio, shorter than both of them, brings up the rear.

Ah, to be young and free. It's exhilarating.

Even if they do end up in the drunk tank.

This one's going to be fun to explain to Master Shion. Ah yes, three of your Gold Saints ended up in the slammer for public indecency.

Tryphosa doesn't regret it.

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@perladellanotte asked: rickroll! 1-7, thank you

@perladellanotte, I'm super sorry I didn't get this done sooner, I'm on mobile and I often loose my askbox like a genius. Also, I can't tag asks on mobile even after I've posted, which is why this is a quote. 1: What's your OCs favorite color? Cancer Dionisio is a painter, as well as a cook, so asking him this question is like pulling teeth. It doesn't compute. He will stand there in deep contemplation, and then forget the question. Scorpio Tryphosa likes green. Dionisio’s eyes are green. There is clearly absolutely no correlation here, look away. 2: Where does your OC work? Both Dionisio and Tryphosa are Saints of Athena! But if they weren't, Dio would have his own restaurant, and Tryphosa would probably work in either a bar or a sex shop. 3: What's your OCs favorite food? Don't ask Dionisio this one, it will just end exactly like the one with colors. Tryphosa likes anything Dio cooks, but especially his struffoli. She forever denies that she has a sweet tooth, though. 4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic? Dionisio is the kind of person who brings his own canvas shopping bags. Tryphosa doesn't care, whatever floats your boat, bagging person. 5: How old is your OC? Dionisio is 35 when he dies in an earthquake in Sicily, saving his apprentice, 10-year-old Deathmask. Tryphosa is 6 years older than Dio, and lived to the ripe old age of 162. 6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers? They're both Saints of Athena, so yes. Tryphosa is a Scorpio Saint, Milo’s master and predecessor, and Dionisio is a Cancer Saint, Deathmask’s master and predecessor. 7: Is your OC in a relationship? Yes! They're absolutely stupid about each other, and oftentimes my husband, @aphrodites-bloody-rose’s OC, Gemini Lew.

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@aphrodites-bloody-rose asked: Ask meme! 18, 19, 21, 28, and 43, please?

Thanks for asking, @aphrodites-bloody-rose! 18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear? Uh. Well, Cancer Dionisio wears boxer briefs, and Scorpio Tryphosa wears boyshorts. 19: Does your OC prefer plaid or polka dots? Plaid, both of them. 21: Who is your OCs best friend? Well… You know, I'm not entirely sure? They are both good friends with each other, and also with Gemini Lew and Dionisio’s adoptive father figure, Pisces Aurelien. They're also really good friends with Dionisio’s cousin Luka and his polyamorous gang of punks, Nicola, Orfeo, Antonina, Elisa, and Ezio. 28: Does your OC like anime? I guess? They're growing up in Greece in the fifties and sixties, so they don't have like any access to it, but if they could, they would? 43: Who is your OCs biggest hero? For Dionisio, it's a tossup between his cousin Luka, who’s the only member of his family who thinks he isn't a freak, since they're all devoutly Roman Catholic, and Dionisio could talk to dead spirits from a very young age, and the foster father figure, Pisces Aurelien, that took him away from his family and brought him to Sanctuary. Luka was also the one to name him Dionisio, as his birth name was Cristiano. I don't really know who Tryphosa’s hero is, she's extremely independent. I do think she looks up to Scorpio Kardia, though.

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A for Alazne and O for Lew!

(Thanks for the ask! Sorry its taken me a a day or two!)

Captain Capricorn Alazne Carmen Eurea Cabrera

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Sailing! Alazne's always had a love of the sea. 

2. what activities have they participated in?

She's dabbled in just about everything, but the only thinks that have really held her attention are things related to sailing.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

She's really worked hard on her leadership abilities, as well as the abilities of her position as a Saint. 

4. what things are they bad at?

She can't cook to save her life, and she can mend a patch well enough, but she can't embroider or do needlepoint.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

She's amazing at storytelling, and can hold an audience captive for hours.

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Gemini Lew Walenronlis

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Definitely an optimist

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

He is! He doesn't seem like it on first meeting given his affect and demeanor, but he really is.

3. are they good at giving advice?

Hell no! This man is good at many things, advice is not one of them.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Cancer Dionisio for one, and his brand of practical optimism helps keep Lew grounded.

5. were they always optimistic?

Not always, it was only after being taken in by Sanctuary that he began to be optimistic, and it blossomed from there.

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[sits down in front of your desk] Tell me about your Saint Seiya OCs? :o

Sorry this took so long! I have a lot of feelings about my OCs. In fact, I'm only doing two of them, because I have so many. /weeps softlyI'll put up a list of other OCs at the end, if you want to specifically ask about someone. This will also include my husband, @aphrodites-bloody-rose’s OCs, because at this point I have shared custody.Okay! My first babe: Dionisio Fiore. His birth name was Cristiano, but his cousin Luka sort of renamed him, and it stuck. He was Deathmask/Mephisto's predecessor and kind of adopted father. He's a sweetheart, good with kids. He's from Venice, from an extremely conservative Catholic family, and he had a pretty horrible life, because his talking to dead people powers manifested really early. When he was six, the Pisces Saint (@aphrodites-bloody-rose’s OC, Aurelien Lécuyer) took him to Sanctuary, and Luka tagged along, as the only not-shitty member of his family, along with his five polyamorous lovers. He loves cooking, to the point where he probably would have opened a restaurant if he wasn't a Saint. He also really loves painting, particularly the fresco method. He picked Mephisto up off the streets of Sicily when he was six, and they lived happily there until Dionisio died in an earthquake four years later at the age of 35. This left Mephisto severely traumatized, because he was trapped under Dionisio’s body in rubble for three days in the height of Sicilian summer.Scorpio Tryphosa Metaxas takes no shit. She's a tough, confrontational woman who thinks the mask law is absolute bullshit and never wears her mask. She's about five years older than Dionisio and hopelessly in love with him. He's also hopelessly in love with her, but a series of misunderstandings prevented them from ever getting together. She's Milo’s predecessor and sort of adopted mother, and she found him at the hospital. He was an orphan, and she ended up funding his medical bills and nursing him back to health. After Dionisio’s death, she spiraled into depression and alcoholism, and ended up retiring to the Bahamas and giving up her Cloth when Milo was eleven. Other OCs include: Pisces Aurelien LécuyerLuka Fiore and his polyamorous lovers (Nicola Auditore, Orfeo Zunino, Antonina Tessaro, Elisa Biancardi, and Ezio Aita)Gemini Lew WalenronlisCapricorn Alazne Carmen Eurea “Devil’s Eye Carmen” CabreraOphiuchus Asta KokinosPisces Demetria ArgyrisSagittarius Genevieve ReeseLeo Jacques GuilloryAleksandra ‘Sasha’ Feliksova ZimaYekaterina ‘Katya’ Demyanova OrlovMaria ‘Masha’ Vasilova KuznetsovKemen Eder Bikendi CabreraMikhail ‘Misha’ Vladimirovich ZimaGemini Rocio de la CruzCancer Lorcan Ó Rinn

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OC Ask meme: 31, 39, 41, 42? ;D

31 Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Ughhhh idk? Like my sweetheart Dionisio isn’t really good at keeping multiple blogs, so he’s got this ridiculous mashup of death aesthetic/pretty graveyard stuffs, his own paintings, aesthetically photographed by Aurelien (dad-figure), and recipes, with photos attatched? Like, mostly food. Food, death, and art are all extremely important to Cancer Dionisio.

39 Introduce any character you want 

THIS IS CANCER DIONISIO HE IS SMOL AND SWEET AND PRECIOUS AND THE BEST DAD. He will cook you food and listen to your problems and give the best advice he can.

…That? That’s Scorpio Tryphosa. She’s here to stake her claim on Dio and fuck your shit up. She will fite the world for him.

41 Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

Yes, sweet husband, YOU HAVE. Just check @wavy-the-knight-does-art

42 Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? 

Weeeell, Dionisio and Tryphosa are IN SERVICE OF ATHENA. So there’s that. Nerds.

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Streaking through the streets of Paris is a perfectly acceptable thing for Gold Saints to do, what are you talking about, @sanctum-of-fantasy ???

@sanctum-of-fantasy asked: 34 (“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”) with Shura and Aiolos, please? And since you’re doing prompts with your OCs, 27 (“If we get caught I’m blaming you”) with Dionisio and Tryphosa? (And Lew, if you want!)

You probably weren’t expecting streaking. :D vaguely nsfw!

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“If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” Tryphosa hisses. Lew blinks back at her placidly.

“Okay.” He agrees without even trying to argue it, and she rolls her eyes. Dionisio giggles.

“This was my idea, though,” he whispers, and she looks down at the slightly shorter man. He’d shaved recently, which is disconcerting, and makes him look closer to eighteen than the twenty-four he is. Tryphosa blinks, trying to think through the alcohol. Had it really? That’s weird. Maybe Aurelien had rubbed off more on his adopted son than she’d realized.

“Whatever, fine. I’m blaming both of you. This is a terrible idea.” She mutters. “Where are we putting our clothes?” Tryphosa asks then. It might be a stupid idea, but it also sounds… sort of fun? The kind of thing she wants to try at least once. Hopefully without getting arrested. Paris is a decent pick for this, right? She’s definitely keeping her boots on, though.

“We could lightspeed back to Sanctuary, take off our clothes, and come back here?” Dionisio offers, grinning widely. The idea is a decent one.

“Fine. Meet you two losers here in five minutes then. Keep your shoes on though, remember. “ She advises, and Lew nods solemnly. She flashes back to Scorpio and takes off her clothes. She can’t quite believe she’s about to go streaking through the nightclub crowds of Paris in the wee hours of the morning with Dionisio and Lew. This is absolutely ridiculous.

She lightspeeds back, and Lew and Dionisio are waiting. They’re stupidly pretty naked, and she has to restrain herself from saying something stupid. Lew is lovely, all tall, lean lines and broad shoulders, vampire-pale in the dim street lights, his long blond hair draping over his shoulders. Dionisio is equally gorgeous, shorter and stockier, his warm brown skin covered in soft dark hair. His dark brown curls are even more tousled than normal, and his amber eyes are gleaming with excitement as he shoots her a dimpled smile.

Tryphosa herself is all muscled grace, built like a back alley boxer. Her brown skin, darker than Dionisio’s, gleams faintly in the dim light, and her dark brown hair is beginning to fall out of her pompadour. Her nearly black eyes flash in excitement.

“Are we going or what?” She asks, and Lew nods quietly, and starts the charge out onto the pavement, where the late crowds are just starting to filter out. Tryphosa lets out a whoop and follows him, and Dionisio, shorter than both of them, brings up the rear.

Ah, to be young and free. It’s exhilarating.

Even if they do end up in the drunk tank.

This one’s going to be fun to explain to Master Shion. Ah yes, three of your Gold Saints ended up in the slammer for public indecency.

Tryphosa doesn’t regret it.