#step one: cover dio in blood

[menacingfag]

[ratridingaskateboard]

Tear You Apart

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader!

TW: 18+, wet dream, p in v, cursing, bdsm, sexual acts, sexual fantasies, etc.

A/N: The trigger warnings would be too long if I mentioned every sexual act ever done in this story. We would be here all day!!

Synopsis: Eddie has had a crush on Y/n since the day she stepped foot into Hawkins High School. After constantly fantasizing about her, will fantasy finally become a reality?

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The second Y/n waltzed her way into the main hall of Hawkins High, Eddie was awe-struck. She was clad in a bleached jean jacket capped in patches and pins of metal and rock bands. Many of them Eddie hadn’t even heard of. The Black Sabbath t-shirt she wore had been ripped to shreds, showing only a tanktop underneath. Her plaid red skirt swayed as she walked and had boys and girls anticipating for a gush of wind to reveal what was hidden under that scanty piece of clothing. To no one’s surprise, within minutes of walking in she was quickly pulled into the principal’s office for dress code violations.

The hall had erupted into gossip over who this mystery girl was. No one at Hawkins had a single clue who she was or why she chose their school to be graced with her presence. Eddie had never seen anyone like her in Hawkins, if he had he would’ve known. Just seeing what she was wearing made the blood rush to his cheeks but the second he saw her patched covered jacket he was practically on his knees.

This was his chance to finally get with a girl who he shared similar interests with. Don’t get him wrong, Eddie loved getting laid no matter what type of girl it was. But most girls had little to no interest in Eddie, they just wanted to see what it was like to fuck the school freak. They didn’t complain but they didn’t speak about it either. He was, to put it simply, a conquest. Now he had the ability to be around someone who, he hoped, wouldn’t shun him away like the others.

Eddie’s friends gathered around him at his locker, passing comments about the new girl and her clothing.

“God- I hope they don’t give her a pair of pants to wear.” Gareth hissed under his breath.

“I think I saw her bra underneath her shirt” Jeff added.

“The second you guys see a girl you are like dogs! I am surrounded by barbarians!” Dustin was quick to be the voice of reason. It was hard for teenage boys to view any girl as a person much less a girl who showed a little skin.

“You’re right Dustin. Did you see her jacket? It was covered in Metal patches. She seems cool.” Eddie finally added.

“Sorry Eddie- I was a little busy looking at other pieces of clothing she was wearing.” Gareth said.

Eddie rolled his eyes. One of the things Wayne had taught Eddie once he had reached puberty was to be a gentleman. Apparently, Gareth was not given this pep talk. Obviously, Eddie was attracted to her but he had to push down the want to tear her clothes off in order to form a relationship with her.

Hours had passed and she was still no where to be seen. Eddie assumed the principal must have sent her home with the list of violations she had achieved on the first 15 minutes she was inside the school.

Lunch was no different than usual except for the extra chatter of the mysterious new girl and her fondness for revealing clothing. Eddie pushed the food around on his lunch tray, disgusted by the unknown meat with the rancid smell.

“Hey-“ A gentle hand pressed against Eddie’s shoulder. The smell of cigarettes and vanilla filled his nostrils. Eddie looked up to see his friends wide eyed, staring at this unknown figure behind him.

“I like your Dio patch. That’s my favorite album by them.”

Eddie moved his neck to look at her but he found himself too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. Instead, his eyes focused on the jacket she wore, naming each band in his head- trying to get his mind off the absolute fool he was making of himself.

Shit, her hand was still on his shoulder. His face turned to a shade of red he didn’t believe was possible to achieve unless in scorching hot weather.

“Don’t mean to be an asshole but your sewing isn’t the best.” She traced a line with her finger against the trim of the patch. Eddie could still feel the softness of her fingertips even through the denim of jacket and cotton of his shift. Suddenly, Eddie felt the warmth of her breath against his ear.

“If you ever need someone to teach you, I would love to.”

Her hand moved back to his shoulder and lightly squeezed it, sending spikes of electricity through his spine. Then, she was gone.

Eddie’s face remained just as red as before. His fellow Hellfire members tried to help him regain consciousness but Eddie remained silent. He was stunned. He had never felt so weak. She toyed with him and he didn’t even fight back. He had never felt so powerless. In most situations he had had with girls, he was the one who approached and the one who lead. But, she… she was different.

“Eddie, dude, you should probably go to the bathroom.” Jeff patted Eddie’s shoulder, finally getting his attention.

Eddie looked down to find his dick as stiff as a board in his pants. Jesus Christ, he needed to get his shit together. This girl was messing with his fucking head.

After a moment in the bathroom, Eddie was able to go about his day as normally as he could. He still stumbled whenever he thought of the softness of her hand or the smell of her perfume. But as long as he didn’t see her he was fine. Right?

After Hellfire, Eddie returned to the trailer he shared with his Uncle and plopped himself on his bed. God- was he exhausted. Didn’t know being teased by a girl would make him so tired. His eyes fluttered closed and he gave in.

“E-Eddie please,” Y/n wimpered, looking up at him with big doe eyes, her hands restrained behind her back.

“Please what?” Eddie persisted, his leg pushing in between her thighs, feeling the warmth of her.

“P-Please fuck me!” She huffed, grinding her hips against his thigh. She seemed so helpless now. Her dominance was subdued by him and she had become a mess of herself.

“How much do you want it?” Eddie whispered in her ear, her perfume smelled even stronger when he was this close to her neck.

“I-I want it so bad, Eddie! Please I’m begging you!” She wailed.

He loved seeing her like this. Fuck, it made him feel like he was gonna cum in his pants. He couldn’t make her wait any longer and neither could he.

He started to reach his hand under her shirt when-

He woke up. It was a dream. It was a fucking dream. And one thing he knew about dreams like these, they always end the same.

Eddie lifted his comforter to find his boxers covered with jizz as well as the sheets underneath him. Eddie’s face crumpled into a frown. He had to get her back for this.

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A/N: Dont worry there will be a part two coming soon!!! Hope u enjoyed

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

An Altercation with Death

I’m going to start this by saying I’m not a furry… BUT I’M SIMPLY SIMPING FOR A WOLF, WTAF IS WRONG WITH ME… I recently watched PIBTLW and it was amazing! The animation, the story and most of all, Death stole the show.

Summary: You meet a mysterious new patron at the pub you work at when trouble strikes. Unfortunately, you have no clue how to thank this new hero of yours. I see you as a cute little babydoll sheep. TLDR: You get harassed at work and Death comes to save you.

Warnings: threats, some swearing, bad Spanish translations. I call Death mainly Muerte and Lobo (wolf in Spanish).

Part 1 |  Part 2

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You always believed you brought trouble.

It was said to you since you had been young, getting into trouble and mischief before you could even walk. Your parents were advocates for this: stating it to you and those of closeness, jokingly brushing aside the unluckiness you carried.

‘I swear our little Y/N just likes walking into trouble.’

Maybe you searched for it, or perhaps it searched for you. It came in altercations, near-death-like experiences, or just overall bad luck you carried that didn’t seem to bring any repercussions. Breaking things or being overall clumsy. It mattered little how hard you tried to be careful, your luck never seemed to leave you.

People whispered you were cursed, cursed with being misfortunate and cursed for the rest of your time, all whilst you brushed those away to not affect you.

‘If death wants me, he will have to come to find me.’

You continued as if life was not weighing you down, nor your ‘curse’ as you liked to call it. It didn’t push you down, but rather make you clumsy for your job working behind the bar at the Curfew, but you told yourself everyone broke glasses more times than you did, so you didn’t have to worry.

“Hey, you mind bringing those up from the shelf to put on display?” Sofia, your co-worker, a tabby cat short yet brawny called, and you pulled yourself from staring dazed out from the empty tables, moving to go help.

“Another quiet one, huh?” You asked, grabbing boxes as you went back and forth, not paying much attention to who was at the front. You resumed conversation with Sofia before she rushed out to grab some more boxes in storage, telling you she would be some time.

Distracted, you whistled back over to the front, sorting boxes in order before something caught your peripheral, sitting idly by the bar, cloaked and very opposing.

“Ah, Dios mío,” you clutched your chest to still your beating heart, startled by the presence at the bar. It was as if he was whispering death: appearing out of nowhere and waiting to order. You composed yourself enough to step up to where he sat, “May I help you, Señor?”

The first thing you noticed from the wolf in front of you was how unnerving and disturbing his eyes were. Red, like the sweetest apples in the summer, red like the leaves of autumn, red like fresh blood. Danger. They moved unblinkingly, watching you with a discomforting presence.

The wolf seemed at least 6 foot or taller, hunched at the bar on the stool, a black cloak covering his head and guarding you against seeing the rest of him. The next thing you noticed was his smile, white sharp teeth that grinned back at you as if he was teaching himself how to smile less like a maniac and falling to no avail.

You couldn’t shake the awkwardness and intimidation of this wolf; you were half his height after all and even sitting down, he towered over you, seemingly feeling as if he had trapped you from moving anywhere else between the bottles stacked behind you.

Time slowed with silence as the both of you just stared at one another, until you watched his mouth open, the friendliness you could decipher from his posture, yet you blinked owlishly back into reality when you realised you didn’t hear what he said. “I’m so sorry, can you repeat that for me again?”

“A cafe con leche, por favor.” He repeated in the suave deep voice that had you double-guessing everything, yet his smile never ceased to leave his face, eyes unblinking.

“Of course.” You smiled awkwardly, darting over to get it started for him, making sure to keep your back towards him for as long as possible. It had felt like forever perfectly what he wanted, and for something so simple and made millions of times before, you felt as if you were being assessed heavily.

With cup in hand, shakily made your way to him, telling yourself over and over not to drop it, you finally got it to him. It didn’t take much to notice that his hood had been thrown back, revealing the rest of his face and pointed ears. He looked even taller somehow without it on- as you watched his eyes lit up when you came back over to him.

“Gracias,” he gave a long sniff as he brought the cup to his mouth, sipping slowly as he gave a low, deep hum in the back of his throat. The cup looked comically too small for his large paws, yet he was much too engrossed in his drink. “I didn’t know they could do good coffee around here.”

You laughed nervously. “We’re sort of famous for it here. Lots of people come here.”

“So I’ve noticed,” he remarked wryly, your eyes darting behind him to the mere empty stalls and tables, the dead silence settling in as you noticed he had made a joke. His eyes were still on you, observing before he spoke up. “Though I don’t think I’ve noticed a cordera like you around here.”

The thick wool around your face felt thick and hot, making it, even more, harder to breathe. “Ah, I tend to stick to the countryside, it’s much quieter out there than in the middle of it all here.”

The wolf’s chuckle was low and haunting, “I would have to agree.” He resumed sipping his coffee, never breaking eye contact, his voice a soft rumble. “Too filled with life, huh?”

“You could say that.”

You nervously resumed conversation with him, “How come I’ve never seen a Lobo like you around before?”

He paused from drinking his coffee, placing it down before he gave a low chuckle. “I tend to stick to the quieter parts, only needing to be around people when needed.”

“Oh, like it’s part of your job, si?”

His laughter was warming, even when a part of you felt alarmed by him, telling you something was off about him. “You could say that.” He copied with leading charm.

Despite his appearance, speaking to him did help ease your nerves. Maybe it was the smile he gave, regardless of how sharp his teeth looked, there was so array of charm to him, albeit rather awkward.

“What’s your name, corderito?”

You blushed easily at the name, even if it was a fleeting teasing nickname. “Y/N, yours?”

“Muerte.”

“What, like Death? Your name is actually Death?”

“That’s what some people like to call me,” he shrugged coolly, bored as if the name held no resonance to him. “So, La Muerte, can I get anything else for you?”

“No, that’ll be all,” he stood back fully to his full height, and you dwarfed in comparison to him and his shadow, completely engulfing you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N. I’m sure we’ll meet again sometime.”

“Hopefully for more coffee, I hope.” You spoke hopeful, at least in hopes of seeing him again to get to know him. You heard change cling to the bar table and by the time you moved to collect it, he was gone, vanished on sight and no sight of him despite believing he wouldn’t have moved that fast.

“Huh,” you thought aloud. “That was odd.”

“What was?” Sofia came through from the back, carrying stacks of clean glasses and mugs. “There was… this wolf, and he just… disappeared into thin air.”

“How odd indeed,” Sofia questioned before she nudged your shoulder suggestively. “Was he cute though?”

“Sofia!”

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Muerte did not show his face for some time, and when the seventh day showed with no sign of him, your hopes of seeing him again dwindled next to nothing.

You continued your days like nothing had happened, telling yourself that customers had lives outside of the bar and that it was unlikely to see him again if he was not a regular.

The bar was peaceful this sunny afternoon, cool breeze coming through thanks to the shade as you resumed cleaning glasses, waiting for anyone to show up. Thanks to the hot heat, many people were outside, enjoying the rays. You would find your day off would be the next day, though you were disappointed to hear that the sun would not be out.

You had to endure nonetheless without enjoying it, stuck behind a bar with an aching back and sore arms from carrying things, dealing with rude customers or none at all. The last one you had was in the early hours after opening, and now, the sun had been at the highest point in the sky, mid-afternoon at least.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go on a quick break, give me a shout if you need anything.” Sofia had shouted from the back as you called back. “It’s fine, grab some limonada if you don’t mind on your way.”

Sofia gave a quick “see you later” before it was quiet once more, or so you had prayed for.

The ruckus that came was loud and jarring, in barging through the double doors were a group of four, short and plump, the four approached the bar, loud and rowdy before one of them recognised you.

Alejandro was a black and patchy goat, a scruff of fine hairs on his chin that didn’t hide the ridiculously sized horns atop his head, pathetically too big in comparison to the rest of his body. How did you know his name? He simply told you, though it took all the willpower within you to not give him yours.

You liked to imagine yourself as being a calm, patient person, but the moment he stepped forth and you saw his annoying pestering smile, you knew how slow the minutes would tick by the longer he stayed.

“Hey, querida, a few shots for me and my friends?”

You silently obeyed, grabbing the necessary things as you poured the shots with tequila. This was a regular thing, they came in for a few minutes to an hour, buying shot after shot with Alejandro flirting his way up a storm in trying to impress you.

Alejandro gave a pleased bleat, downing the shot with his friends as they cheered him on silently behind him. You watched him saunter closer to you, leaning one elbow against the bar. “Can I buy a drink for you? Or maybe a nice meal out—just you and I-”

“Like I said many times before, no thanks. I’m busy.” You looked back behind to see if Sofia was back after her short break. In times like these when the goat came for your attention, Sofia was quick to barge in and shoo them out, but she was still nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, come on, cariño. I’m a real catch.” Alejandro gave a wink your way, and you felt something within you shrivel up and die. Your patience was hanging on a thin cord, mixed with the way he persisted and his friends egging him on, you could feel the last remnants of your collectiveness holding on. “I’d treat you right.”

“I’m not interested.”

“What? You’re seeing someone?” He asked eagerly. It took a lot for you to stomach the words, but in the spur of the moment, you said it, in hopes that they would work. “Yes, I am actually. He comes here often.”

“Oh, well I’ve never seen him here before!” He laughed mockingly, his friends joining before he continued by propping himself up closer to you. “But I’m sure your little boyfriend wouldn’t mind me chatting with you.”

“He wouldn’t, no, he can be a bit protective,” you suggested, wondering if, by any chance in your mind, you were thinking of that wolf. Something in your chest clenched at the mention of him or even imagining him, and you had to dismiss it quickly before you could get your hopes up.

A lamb and a wolf, how funny. It’s not like he has some lovely wolf wife waiting for him anyway.

“Come on, cariño, what do you say? One night of fun. No one would need to know.”

“No.”

Alejandro looked for a moment frustrated by your constant answers, yet, whilst encouraged by his friends surrounding him, he sniggered lightly, giving one last jab your way. “Fine, your loss. It’s not like I wanted to go out with you anyway. I bet your boyfriend even finds you fea-“

Maybe it was the spur of the moment, counting the number of times he had come in, annoying you from your job and begging for your attention. With little help from how close he was to you with the bar in between, you closed the space, grabbing him as tightly as you could by the tiny scruff of his chin hair, tugging hard until he fell forward, suddenly supporting himself as he stared back at you in surprise and horror.

It was peaceful for once, not to hear amusement coming from him or his friends.

“I told you time and time again, but no, you didn’t listen. How many other girls did you have to get through before they told you the same thing? Countless, I believe. And when your tiny ego is ruined, you think of the perfect thing to keep your confidence going—just so you’re not embarrassed in front of your friends.” You calmly spoke, leaning up on your tippy toes to give the final quip as softly and threateningly as possible.

“I do not want to see you or your buddies in here again, or so help me, I’ll personally make sure you’re put out like garbage.”

Maybe you saw red, but your adrenaline was fuelled as you released the goat with a force that he stumbled backwards, nearly falling completely flat on the ground, but was stable by the grip he kept on the table.

With a scoff and a click of your tongue, you flicked your head back away from them. “And even if I did say yes to someone like you, you would’ve bored me greatly.”

It had looked as if the goat had seen red himself.

Before his friends could sway him to leave, Alejandro moved quicker than any of them expected, nearly leaping over the bar table to get to you, a raised hand ready to come in contact with the back of your neck.

“Listen here, you ungrateful perra, I’m not done talking with you-“

The connection didn’t come, instead, a loud clap that echoed in the small room startled you to look back over your shoulder from the suddenness. Expecting to feel the harsh grip of the goat’s hand on you, you and those in the bar were moved speechless as Alejandro’s hand was held inches from your body, blocked in the large, overwhelming grip of another.

Your heart clenched at the sight in front of you, aware that he could hear the way it beat so fast. “Lobo?”

“The corderito said she was not interested,” Lobo began, the hood hiding his face except for his piercing eyes, glaring daggers towards the goat and his pals. “May I need to escort you tontos out personally?”

Alejandro looked expectantly between you and the wolf, disbelief written on his face as if it read ‘How the hell did he get in here?’ before he was trying to choke on his weak macho ego.

“How the—hey, let go of me, man!” He looked back over to you, pointing with his free hand. “This? This is your boyfriend! You’re seeing a wolf!” He questioned sardonically.

“He-“ you went to correct yourself, but Lobo chimed in, surprising both you and the other patrons in the small bar. “Yes, yes I am her boyfriend. Now,” Alejandro gave a loud yelp, his hand squished in the tightening grip of the wolf, his red piercing gaze scowled as he snarled out, “run before I grow an appetite for goat.”

It didn’t need to be repeated, watching the retreating goats bleat in horror and flee from the scene, leaving the silence to fill the air as you stared up at Lobo in quiet admiration. “You… you saved me.”

“I couldn’t have left you with those idiotas now, could I?” He asked, looking over you carefully, his gaze softening as he calmed. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, you came in the nick of time.” You mustered the courage to thank him more, relieved your blushing face hid the wool. You took his paw into your hands, squeezing tightly. “Muchas gracias, Muerte. How could I ever repay you?”

He seemed taken aback momentarily by your sudden praise, before chuckling softly to himself. If you had mistaken it, you thought you had heard him mutter “Que linda” under his breath.

“You don’t need to repay me, mi corderito.”

Despite the cool you got from his fur, he did not pull back from you, instead, he didn’t seem to want to pull away. “I didn’t know you thought of me as your boyfriend.” He teased.

Your eyes widened in realisation. “Er, well, I had to make something up to get that estúpido away from me.” You stared up at him, nervously smiling. “I’m sorry I had to get you involved.”

“I don’t like people like him.” Muerte said softly, “especially taking advantage of someone like you.” His paw squeezed your hand momentarily before he let go. “I should get going again.”

“Can I see you again?”

He stopped in his place, turning back towards you, surprise written in his red eyes before they warmed. “Well, my job is rather busy, but I can be free just for you.”

Your eyes lit up. “Anytime this week?”

“How about tonight?”

“Yeah, erm, hold on, let me write the address.” You grabbed some paper from underneath the bar, and by the time you stood back up, Muerte was standing closely observing you, inches from your face. You jolted, not moving as if curious about what he would do next. “I’ll see you then, Y/N. Oh, and do try and keep out of trouble.”

With that, he took the note and headed out, not before you heard a low whistle, disappearing as he walked out.

The lamb and the wolf. Maybe it did have a bit of a ring to it.

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Dios mío – My God

Señor - Sir

Cafe con leche, por favor – coffee with milk, please

Gracias – Thank you

Cordera – Lamb

Lobo - Wolf

Si - Yes

Corderito – Little lamb

La Muerte – The Death

Limonada – Lemonade

Querida – Darling/Dear

Cariño – Sweetheart/Dear

Perra – Bitch

Tontos – Idiots

Muchas gracias – Thank you so much

Que linda – How cute

Estúpido – Idiot

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I am dying for an Au where the party left Eddie's body in the upside down and he (for whatever reason) is not dead, and comes back but with significant memory loss.

He ends up in Steve's back yard, covered in his own blood and the muck of the upside down. He's faced with the absolute relief and sadness on Steve's face, as he tried to rush towards Eddie only to see him flinch away, eyes wide and confused.

It takes a while but Eddie begins to trust Steve, he gets re-introduced to the party and slowly but surely his memories are coming back, sometimes in flashes of memory but sometimes without Eddie even realising himself. Like when he calls Dustin "Henderson" without anyone ever reminding him of Dustin's last name, or when he started humming Dio in the kitchen while he drank his coffee (Eddie had no idea what he was even humming and it took Steve about an hour of sifting through Eddie's old tapes to figure out it was Dio's Rainbow in the Dark).

But the memories are also confusing sometimes, particularly when it comes to Steve Harrington. Eddie knows Steve, he's the person Eddie came to rely on the most since he came back. Steve lets him stay in his house, he makes sure Eddie eats enough proper meals and he can tell when things are getting too much and keeps the others out of the house for a while.

But Eddie has memories.

Steve looking a bit younger, but so much harsher. Indifferent and cool as a freckled boy spits mean words at his side. Steve with his arm around some pretty girls waist, smiling at her and sneering at Eddie.

None of it seems right. Because when Eddie looks at Steve, the Steve in front of him, he cannot accept these memories. Steve has only ever looked at him with the utmost gentleness, but still Eddie can't shake them.

So one day, in Steve's kitchen he tests it out with a phrase that's been rattling around in his head "King Steve" he says it softly, and he isn't sure what to expect. Confusion maybe, something to confirm that it was all some insecure figment of Eddie's overactive imagination.

But what he got was a look of pure hurt. Eddie had never seen Steve look so hurt. He immediately had the urge to take it back, to pull the words back into his mouth and take away whatever pain he had given Steve but he knew he couldn't, so he tried again "Steve?"

"you remember, huh?" His voice sounded defeated, like some awful thing he was waiting for had finally happened, like the other shoe had finally dropped.

"some things..." Eddie felt wrong footed but he knew he needed to consolidate these memories in his head with the broken boy in front of him "but they don't really make sense"

He waited to see if Steve would talk, fill in some gaps but he doesn't, so Eddie continues "it seems like" He was hesitant to even say it "you used to be mean... to me?"

Steve scoffed, seemingly more at himself than at Eddie "I used to be mean to a lot of people Eds. I've been trying to get better, to be better, for the past couple of years but, that sorta stuff follows you around"

He wasn't sure how to respond, even though he knew the memories were real, it still didn't feel right, those memories weren't his Steve. "But, you're not like that anymore." He left it like that, staying it like fact.

"no. I'm not like that anymore, I hope so at least" he seems sheepish, and still so uncomfortable

"you're not." Eddie took a step closer, and placed his hand on Steve's arm "you're good, Steve."

Eddie's language hadn't been what it used to be, and Dustin and the others were doing a Lord of the Rings book club to help Eddie regain some of his past vocabulary, but he hoped for now that even simple words could get across how he felt about Steve.

"you helped me, I was alone and scared and you did everything you could do" he tilted his head, trying to get Steve to meet his eyes "You saved me, Steve Harrington."

And that seemed to be more than enough, because in a sudden rush of movement Steve pulled Eddie into a tight hug, and as they stayed their, tangled up in Steve's kitchen, neither of them mentioned when Steve's shoulders began to shake and Eddie's shoulder dampened.

Instead Eddie just placed his hand in Steve's hair, and held him for as long as he needed. No matter what memories he regained of that young indifferent version of Steve, he knew all that matters was this boy in his arms right now. The kind and selfless Steve Harrington.

The Steve Harrington who saved him, in all the ways that mattered.

[cutiecustard]

Bloody "Love"

Summary : Dio abducted you and tried to get "closer" to you with a kiss full of human flesh and blood.

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Words : 886

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WARNINGS : Gore {tons of blood}, vomiting{not really described but it will be here.}

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Author Note : I don't know how to design this post, don't kill me guys 😭 I saw this one picture where vampires kiss with a pool of blood inside their mouth to deepen social bonds.. this is inspired off of it! {I was lost while writing,hope you guys won't mind the bad grammar) 😅

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The thunder roared powerfully as it rained heavily, the moon was slightly hidden by the dark, rainy clouds. A cold breeze began hitting your exposed skin, causing you to finally wake up from your slumber with a gasp.

Oh, dear.

You weren't inside your house, instead, you were laying on the harsh, freezing floor in a place what seems to be abandoned. In-fact, an abandoned castle that possibly was left abandoned for centuries. You felt quite numb, paralyzed, almost unable to move yourself. A small roach crawled far away from you, only to be crushed by a leg. Wait a minute, a leg?!

Someone has abducted you, moving your eyes up, you caught a glimpse of the man, no, no! Not only that, MULTIPLE creatures on the celling upside down, staring deep down into your soul. You were frightened, absolutely frightened, those creatures are no human. They're like bats sleeping upside down.

Finally, taking your glance off of them to the man who was standing above you. He was absolutely stunning, his ruby eyes, his sharp jaw, his plump lips (that are actually dry), overall everything about him. Though one thing, actually two. His uneven eyebrows and the three moles on his earlobe. "Ahh, lovely, aren't they?" Dio's maleficent tone echoed through the large room, taking slow steps towards you as he referred to his creations, those frightening creatures on the celling. "W- um, what are those..?!" You stammered. What on earth are you looking at?!

"They're my creations, my servants. Though.." He hummed, finally pausing as his foot was close to your head. One of his horrifying creatures bashing into the chamber, holding an innocent young woman captive in it's rotting arms before standing right next to Dio. "I, Dio cannot only dominate this foolish globe." He muttered before the creature threw the woman in Dio's hands. "Wouldn't it be fascinating to be my.. sweetheart? My passion? My love?" Dio added before immediately biting the lady's neck gruesomely, her Bloodcurdling scream of pain was muffled by Dio's arm while small drops of blood escaping her neck before a massive pool of blood splattered. You couldn't watch the scene, it was full gore to you, it was absolutely traumatizing. Your eyes became bloodshot as tears formed out, it was difficult to watch, causing you to cover your eyes and slightly turning your head away before the woman's scream died out before he dropped the lady.

Dio began cackling with his mouth shut, oh, your innocence was just perfect to him. He kneeled down Infront of you before grasping your jaw in his massive, cold and veiny hand. His thumb stroking your cheek while all his fingers slightly kept squeezing your cheeks. Blood was almost everywhere around his mouth, dripping on the hard floor and on you. "No, please, no." It was too much, you cried out, "Have mercy, oh god, have mercy- ple-ase!"

"Shh.." He hushed you before slowly learning in close to you, finally, pressing his lips against yours before forcing your mouth opened and exchanging the pool of blood from him to you. It caused your eyes to fully widen and begin gagging before Dio's hands grab both of your sides and deepening his kiss, his tongue playing around inside of your mouth as he tilted his head to the other side while french kissing you.

It has only ended with you vomiting it all out, some of the disgusting brown waste ended on you. A scoff came out of Dio. "Perhaps, I was false. You're not the flawless sweetheart to me."

[tanema123]

Vaggie hurts her paw or something and its like the first time she seeks out carmilla who is grateful but also is like you are not leaving my side until you're an adult

Vaggie: i am an adult!

Carmilla is not convinced

I should just make a separate comic to my comic for all the Vaggie Carmine shenanigans. 🤣

Carmilla is a large cat competed to most, she thinks everyone small is a kitten.... With few exceptions... *looks at cursed cat Alastor and Lucifer* Therefore, to her, Vaggie is always a kitten.

Here is a little something for you fans. It ain't a pic. But it will have to do.

JUST FOR TODAY

Vaggie was walking down the mossy road. Her mind was caught on the recent time decline of extermination attempts. As she took the next step a sharp pain has spread through her left paw. She clenched her teeth, so she doesn't let out that loud meow. Lifting her paw she had a lot to see. Glass shard was stuck in her left paw, staining it a shining golden colour.

She knew she had to hide quickly as to not alert other cats of this predicament. There weren't many peop...uh cats she trusts with her secret. She sighs as she thinks of her options. There was only one. She looked around for any leftover piece of cloth from humans and tied it around her paw. Then, she started strutting.

...

An hour has almost passed when a building finally catches her vision. The paw has started to hurt more and more as the time passed. Cursing herself for her incompetence she approached the large door and yowled as loud as she can. Almost instantly a large cat with reddish pink eyes has jumped from a nearby open window.

Carmilla smiled upon seeing Vaggie again, but it didn't last. Upon noticing Vaggie's limp and a cloth covering her paw as well as a faint smell of blood, her eye became fierce, "Dios mios. Who hurt you, pequeña?"

Vaggie scoffs. She feels her eyelids getting heavy by a second. Despite that she still glares, "No one. I cut myself on some glass."

Carmilla let's out a sigh of relief. At least she doesn't have to murder anyone today. She gets closer to Vaggie to inspect the wound. She removes the cloth away with her fangs, revealing the still filled glass cut on Vaggie's paw. Carmilla gives Vaggie a reassuring look, "Kitten, don't worry. Mama will take care of it for you."

Vaggie growls, "I'm not a kitten!". Carmilla then proceeded to grab Vaggie by the scruff of her neck. Despite Vaggie being basically an adult, Carmilla easily brought her inside the building.

As they entered through the window, Vaggie was placed inside of a nearby box. The enclosed space almost instantly brought relief to Vaggie. Cat instincts are really weird to her. Carmilla goes away from a second and returns while carrying a human bag in her fangs. Vaggie watches as Carmilla rummages through it, various bottles flowing out. Finally, she seems to have found what she was looking for as she brought some bottle nad a bandage roll to the box.

Vaggie just watched Carmilla inspect the wound once again, "This is gonna hurt, gatita. You need to relax as much as you can."

Carmilla's purring noise filled the room. The feeling was almost instant on Vaggie's end as she felt her body relax into the sounds. Carmilla quickly pulled out the glass, It was hard to do with her paws, but she managed it without leaving any shards behind. Vaggie meowed in relief as the glass left her paw, not being able to contain herself after Carmilla's purring effect.

If cats could blush, she would definitely be now. Carmilla meowed back as a response. Vaggie doesn't understand the meows that much, but she knows, this one means, you will be ok. Carmilla continued to care for Vaggie's wound, applying anaesthetic and bandaging it as best as she can.

Vaggie finally spoke in a tired tone, "Are we done yet? Can I go?"

Carmilla didn't answer at first, instead prompting on getting inside of the box beside her and cuddling Vaggie beneat her, "No kitten. Stay. Recover."

Vaggie wanted to argue, leave, but the wound has made her exhausted. Instead she succumbed to her sleepy state. As her eyelids slowly dropped, she couldn't deny it. Carmilla's warmth felt really nice against her... Maybe she can be a kitten, just for today.

[i-love-love]

i wanna know what I can forsake / just to be close - Chapter 4

(Honey, we should run away, our baby and her mama and the damaged love she makes.)

Chrissy is on top of the world, until she isn’t; Eddie is there for all of it. When Jason’s cruelty sends her into Eddie’s arms for comfort, she’s left in a predicament— she’s pregnant and unsure who the father is. Life as she knows it doesn’t have room for the person Chrissy is becoming, and she’s left with two choices: give in to a life of swallowed tongues and clenched teeth, or creating a new life for herself with room for all the love she needs.

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She bites her lip and knocks on the door with three hard, tight raps. When there’s no answer, she does it again, and again, and she’s twisting her fingers together against her chest by the time Eddie finally pulls open the door. He looks cozy— his messy hair tied up on top of his head, a few loose curls escaping near the long, pale column of his neck exposed by the collar of his worn Dio t-shirt.

“Uh, Chrissy?” He asks, bewildered. His voice is thick and gritty with sleep. “It’s fuckin’, like, 1:30, what are you—” he trails off. He seems to suddenly register the awful state she’s in and stares at her, mouth agape, taking in what a train wreck she is. She’s doused in mud, and there’s blood covering at least three spots on her body, her dress is crumpled and stained, and she’s still— somehow, impossibly— crying a little bit. “Shit, are you, like, okay?”

The question is all it takes. Her knees buckle under her all over again and another rough sob rips its way out of her raw throat. She’s about to collapse onto the concrete steps when Eddie catches her, strong arms catching her around the waist to keep her upright.

“Woah, shit,” he cries, “easy, princess. Shit. I got you, c’mere. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Chrissy just buries her head in his chest, tears flowing all over again, this time into his soft shirt. He stands and holds her, one arm bracketed against her waist, the other reaching up to cup the back of her head oh-so-tenderly. After they’ve been there a while he begins to sway in place, gently rocking her while she cries herself out. He shushes softly into her hair until the well runs dry again. She hardly wants to budge from right here— her breath coming in shuddering little gasps against Eddie’s chest, his body heat warming her freezing limbs, his embrace keeping her unsteady legs beneath her— but eventually he pulls away, setting his hands on her biceps, inspecting her closely while she tries to find the words. Her tongue feels leaden in her mouth, and she stares at him pleadingly, willing him to understand what’s happened, gripping his forearms tightly to keep him from pulling away.

“God, okay. Uh, let’s get you in out of the cold, at least,” he finally says. 

[bellascool]

STAIRS ACCIDENT

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posted : 17/02/23 (European date)

It was supposed to be safe but yet you still got injured

WARNING : the imagine is 100% coming from my mind which means it can't happen irl normally. Please be aware that I exaggerated! 😩

You were currently making dinner, waiting for your boyfriend to finally come home.

You didn't live together yet but you wanted a chill night with him since you didn't really got to see him often with his football trainings.

"Where's the salt?" you asked out loud as if someone would answer but of course you didn't get a single word back

You kinda felt lonely without your family but it was like that and you couldn't change it.

After finishing dinner, you decided to go change upstairs to more comfortable clothes.

But while you were going upstairs, you noticed that the glass was kinda cracked.

You had stairs made of glass, at first, you were totally against it but after discussing with the architect, you gave up and let him do it.

And seeing a cracked step made you really scared to use the stairs but you had to.

"I'll just call someone to change it tomorrow" you said to yourself as you entered your room

You quickly put on your tank top along with some shorts and took off your makeup before heading to the stairs.

You put your feet on the first step but froze when you heard something cracking.

Thinking you were crazy, you slowly went to the second step and when you didn't hear anything, you jumped to head down.

That was a habit you had since little, you jumped when you went downstairs.

But oh my dear, what a bad idea.

What you didn't know was that the cracking sound was actually the stairs who were about to totally break and you jumping was the limit.

You jumped on the fourth step, the one who was cracked and that's when it broke.

You let out a loud shout as you felt yourself falling while pieces of glass were cutting your skin.

Your body hit the floor now covered with blood after landing on the pieces of stairs broken.

You moaned in pain as you held your arm who was bleeding the most.

You suddenly heard the door open then close.

"Y/n are you there?" you recognized the voice of your boyfriend who apparently came home from training

His footsteps became louder and louder but you still had your eyes closed, not daring to open them, scared to be submerged by pain.

"Y/n!" he screamed before rushing to you, not scared of getting hurt by the glass "Míos Dios what happened? Oh no I'm taking you to the hospital right now!" he panicked as he tried to pick you up but you stopped him finally opening your eyes to be met by his worried gaze

"Please not the hospital, you know how I feel about it" you hardly said

"Oh y/n but you're bleeding, I have to." he gently stroked your cheek as if you were about to disappear

"Please I- I'll put on some bandages but please not the hospital" you begged as you felt the tears you held slowly falling from your eyes

Pablo sighed as he picked you up, watching carefully where he put his hands to not hurt you and went to the bathroom.

He put a long towel on the floor before putting you down, grabbing the aid kit.

"I swear I'm doing it because I love you and I don't want to force you to go to a place that traumatized you but I'm not proud of it" he said as he disinfected your cuts

"I'm sorry" you mumbled before moaning in pain as it burnt

"Could you explain what happened por favor cariña?" he was banding your cuts after he made sure it was well disinfected

"I was just doing dinner and I wanted to change for our movie night and there was the step that was cracked but I didn't pay attention." you stopped realizing how dumb it was "and when I went downstairs it broke with me on it" you finished as he banded the last cut which was on your thigh

Pablo sighed as he helped you get up.

You had some difficulties but managed to stand up, he put his arm around your waist, helping you silently walk to the couch.

You both laid down, you on the left and him on the right, thinking he was angry, you didn't move to cuddle next to him.

Or maybe it was the pain that prevented you, God knows.

He must felt the tension since he immediately put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed your head.

"I'm not mad at you, y/n, I'm just worried." he said, hugging you tightly

"I'm sorry" was all you managed to say as you put your hand on his chest

"Don't apologize hermosa it wasn't your fault" he stroked your back while turning on the tv, putting some random movies

"I know but I made you worried" you tried to hide your face in his chest but he grabbed your jaw with his smooth fingers and forced you to look at him

"It's fine, at least you're okay now" he whispered before pressing his lips against yours in a delicate kiss

His thumb slowly stroking your cheek, he broke the kiss with a little smile as you did the same.

"But the stairs though" you looked back but he put his hand on the back of your head, forcing you to lay on his chest

"Don't worry about it, it'll be changed tomorrow mi amor" you smiled at the name he called you and slowly closed your eyes, falling asleep on your boyfriend's chest

After noticing that you were sleeping, he pulled out his phone and took a picture of you before posting it on his instagram, a smile on his face.

"Que suerte dormirme y despertar contigo a mi lado, te amo Y/n 💕" (How lucky I am to fall asleep and wake up next to you, I love you Bella)

He wasn't mad at you, he loved his girlfriend and nothing could change that.

[ladymidnights-journal]

Premonition

CW: Implied Kidnapping

Word Count: 1505 Dio x Reader | Implied Jotaro x Reader | SDC Canon Divergent A/N: This is set a year and a half after the end of Stardust Crusaders. For the visuals of the café, I was heavily inspired by the game The Closing Shift

You stood frozen in place, wiping your eyes for the fifth time as if the next time would finally let you believe that you were just seeing things. The tightening feeling in your chest told you a different story. This wasn’t supposed to be possible. After all, you had seen all of the traumatic events unfold before your eyes as well. It shouldn’t have been possible for DIO to be standing on the other side of the parking lot of the cafe you decided to stop by to enjoy some reading. His face was covered with a shadow making his gaze hard to place. The only reason you could assume he was watching you was that the direction of his face was directed straight at you. It made your chest tighten. Like he had reached into your chest and had a cold undead grasp on your heart. 

This was all a joke. This was all someone’s idea of a sick fucking joke. 

You tried to reason with yourself. Make excuses as to why you hadn’t immediately called your Stand or just ran out of the cafe. You still had time to run. You still had time to book it to Kakyoin’s place if he and Jotaro hadn’t already left to meet you. Your brain ran in circles trying to find a way out of the vampire’s gaze despite the fact that you knew that you were fucked the moment DIO revealed himself to you. Your heartbeat had gotten so deafening that you had missed one of the employees asking if you were alright and if the man in the parking lot needed to be dealt with. 

“If he’s bothering you, I can call the cops.” 

For a split moment, DIO was willing to pay attention to the employee. A mere flea to the great DIO. You shouldn’t have been surprised that the undead blonde could read the employee’s lips. In response to the coffee maker’s threats, DIO just moved his face to the employee and then back to you, giving you goosebumps. For a split second, something had felt off. 

Like time had been frozen. 

The World…

You frantically looked around to access the possible damage that may have been done but to your surprise, nothing seemed out of place. Even the barista was still beside you, limbs in place. Fear transitioned to confusion as you turned to DIO for answers. From your travels with your friends, you knew DIO and his minions were never one to spare innocent bystanders. He was toying with you. Why stop time if he would leave everything as is?

DIO’s muscular shoulders shook as he seemed to take humor in your confused state as he flashed his hand before placing it in his pocket. You didn’t really get why he would motion until you placed your hand in your pockets and your blood almost dropped to sub-zero. There was a folded up paper that wasn’t there before. Taking it out, you insisted that the barista stay desperately trying to avoid someone dying an unnecessary death 

Next time I use my Stand to go inside, I won’t be so merciful Y/N L/N. 

All of your hairs stood on in and every muscle was screaming to run to try to find Jotaro.. He was a predator toying with his prey. You knew with each second you stayed in the building, you placed more innocent people in danger. The words on the paper were no mere threat. They were promises you knew for a fact DIO had no problems keeping. 

Your knees shook as you took a step forward. Clearing your throat to give your voice more stability, you looked at the employee and mustered a convincing enough smile. “Oh it must be a misunderstanding. I’ll go talk to him and get it sorted out.” You didn’t want to leave, but you had no choice. Your anxiety and uneasiness had already heightened from DIO’s threat and you felt like you were working on borrowed time. Gripping your bag, you steeled yourself as much as you could and held your head up high as you walked to the door. Your mind raced at why  DIO had chosen to reveal himself to you. A dreadful thought loomed in your mind that maybe he had already visited the others first and that you were the last loose end he needed to tie. 

The thought of the possible loss of your friends brought a tear to your eye but you fought to keep your despair from showing. Even though you knew DIO had a full view of it when he appeared. Placing your hands flat against the glass door, you pushed and walked into the brisk night and let the door shut behind you. 

“You should be dead,” You said, not bothering to look or turn your body towards DIO. “If this is a joke, then-” “Oh this is no mere joke, I assure you.” The way his voice calmed you removed any iota of denial that your brain still had. “It seemed that Jotaro couldn’t even finish the one goal he set out to a year ago.” 

“LIAR!” You turned to him, your mouth transformed into a snarl as you turned to face the vampire. “I was there when you two fought! I was there when Jojo killed you!” Jotaro would have never left DIO alive knowing the kind of influence he had. Knowing that his mother’s life was on the line.

“I’d highly suggest you watch your words…and your body language…” DIO’s tone did well to hide his disdain from being spoken to in such a manner. If he hadn’t needed you for his plan, then you would have just been another red, unidentifiable corpse for Jotaro to discover amongst the bloodbath. Even still, it didn’t hurt to remind you of the lives that still lay in the palm of your hand. 

“You don’t want any of those innocent people coming out to hear you yelling at me? I know how much you and the Joestars hate it when innocents get hurt.” “That never seemed to stop you or your followers before.” An immediate retort at the memory of all the innocent civilians and Speedwagon Foundation employees killed. You tried your best to relax your body language to stay in a neutral stance but there was nothing you could do about the goosebumps or raised hairs on your arm. 

“You’re enjoying this. Knowing that you can hold people’s lives over my head and I would listen to protect them.” You knew that if DIO had killed the employees in the store, then you would have had no reason to listen to him. You would have immediately ran with all your might to find Jotaro and Kakyoin. Your eyes widened as you came to the answer of why DIO had chosen to reveal himself in this way. If you weren’t near the others, then you weren’t that much of a threat. 

DIO seemed amused that you seemed to have pieced together his little plan. He also had to admit that there was something enjoyable about using the lives of innocents above someone to gain control. Using someone’s loved one against them to mess with their emotions and make them mad with frenzy. Closing his eyes, he silently turned and started making his way towards the back alleys. Before you could even think, DIO spoke to you once more. 

“If you think about running, I’ll make sure to kill everyone I pass to get to you. If you think about calling your Stand, I’ll make sure to kill everyone on this block. You can come with me consciously or unconsciously, so why not make the decision easy for yourself.” You felt like a puppet as you stared at the back of the blonde’s head. There was no way that he was going to let you go without someone dying. Little did you know, he had planned to render you unconscious anyway before you got to his new hideout. Little did you know that he had planned on returning to the cafe and slaughtering everyone later. Little did you know that Jotaro and Kakyoin were frantically fighting a group of civilians DIO had implanted flesh buds in to distract them from reaching the cafe. Stand users or not, they would serve their purpose of instilling panic and dread in the hearts of the men. 

Once they reached the cafe, the stench of iron would hit them full force as they opened the door to a bloodbath. The corpses of patrons and employees alike scattered with the look of fear plastered into their faces. In one of their hands, a picture of you and Jotaro would be planted that had been obtained with Jonathan’s Stand. 

[nanivinsmoke]

Avdol angst, apart of the Seven Deadly Sins Series. Spoilers ahead

Also I tried my best to create a storyline based around envy.

Envy | Muhammad Avdol x AFAB! Reader

Envy: Jealousy Towards Another’s Happiness

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Chills.

They ran up your spine, as you stared at the decapitated limbs that sat on the tiled floors not too far away from you. ‘A-Avdol?’ The Frenchman that stood beside you began, wondering where the hell he went; also looking at the brown limbs in front of you both.

It can’t be.

Please.

‘AVDOL?!’

You jumped up from your mattress, covered in sweat; waking up from your repeated nightmare. The same nightmare you’ve been having for the past couple of months. Your boyfriend’s death completely effected you, it changed who you are. The journey to Egypt to defeat Dio Brando, was not for the weak. The crusaders were tested every step of the way, and this one tested your heart; causing you to fail. You couldn’t forget that day no matter what. His blood soiling your clothes as you held his fallen arms in yours; screaming until your vocal cords gave out. You will never forget that.

The loss of your other two comrades added on to your depression, you felt like the ‘god’ was torturing you for his own amusement. After Dio was defeated, the last of the crusaders parted ways, never seeing each other again. The only one that reached out to you from time to time was Polnareff. He understood your grief, and would console you the best he could. He reached out to you earlier this week; telling you he would be in town for a bit and wanted to meet up with you. Although you weren’t in the mood for any social interactions, you didn’t want to turn away the one person who cared about you.

As you walked down the busy streets of Egypt; random civilians began to cry out in fear as the unexpected began to happen to them.

‘Why are these swarm of bees coming after me?’

‘Where the fuck did these nails come from?!’

‘Mommy! Help me!’

‘Cut it out Y/N. Leave these innocent people alone’ Polnareff’s voice rang into you ears, nudging you to call your stand off. Your stand was based around luck and your emotions; and right now everyone but you and Jean were receiving tons of bad luck. You rolled your eyes and called off your stand, ‘Whatever’. Polnareff let out a loud groan and pulled you aside into a nearby alleyway; away from the pedestrians.

‘I don’t have time for a lecture, Pol’

‘I don’t give a damn, you’re going to listen to me!’ He shut you up with quickness; he needed to get everything off his chest. ‘Look, I know you’re upset that Avdol died. Hell I am too! I know you want to avenge his death, but the person who killed him is gone. Don’t get me wrong, You have the right to be angry, you have the right to be unhappy, you have the right to cry. But, you don’t have the right to harm innocent people that have nothing to do with him dying.’

You couldn’t look the French man in his eyes, you knew he was right. But, you were pissed. You weren’t just mad at Vanilla Ice, you were mad at the world. You were mad the being that ruled over heaven for taking away the man you loved more than yourself.

‘Polnareff…I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep living; I can’t living when he’s not here with me!’ His blue eyes widened, he couldn’t believe what you said. He’d never thought you would say that, let alone think that. He grabbed you by your shirt’s collar; making you look at him; this was the first time he’d been aggressive with you; let alone a woman.

‘Dammit Y/N! I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. I get it, you’re mad at the world, but imagine how he’d feel if he had ever heard you say you don’t want to live anymore? You can’t think like that Y/N, I’ve been there before and I felt soulless. I don’t want you feeling like that, so do you ever say that again. You got me?’ His voice was stern and his blue irises searched yours for emotion. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision of the man in front of you. ‘Mhm’ You agreed, unable to speak due to the huge lump in your throat; before you couldn’t take it anymore and began to sob into Polnareff’s chiseled chest.

He rubbed your back as you dampened his shirt with your tears, as you were finally able to let your emotions out. ‘W-why does everyone get to be happy but me Pol? Why do they get the happy ending, but we’re stuck with three dead friends; while those two are living their best lives?’

Jotaro and Joseph Joestar hadn’t reached out either of you. You wouldn’t thought Joseph would’ve, since he was just as close to Avdol as you were with him. But, It’s like after they saved Holly from Dio’s reign, they forgot all about their friends they made on their long journey to defeat them. She wasn’t as upset with them as she was with then being that ruled over life itself, she was jealous that they got the good end of the stick. Polnareff couldn’t answer, he had also felt the same way. He kept tabs on them both and found out that Jotaro finished highschool and was on his way to college. And Joseph began to see his daughter more and more.

‘I loved him Pol….’

‘I know.’

[residentevilvaldelobos]

Chapter five to I'll be your anarchist! A punk Luis serennedy fic! The other chapters are on my A03 link in bio. @alitan99 inspired!

Morning came and went faster than any of them expected, and once it was almost noon, everyone began to worry about their friends' safety. It wasn’t like Luis to sleep in so late, then again none of them have seen him after a rough night of sex. A small creak alleviated some worry, followed by a set of footsteps. Leon was already down in the kitchen, but everyone's eyes were on the spiral staircase. Luis walked down the steps slowly, one hand coming up to rub his eyes gently, the other holding onto the rail as he moved, taking one step at a time.

Luis’ legs felt like jello, his knees and thighs still shaking from the previous night's events, he was wearing an oversized t-shirt that everyone assumed to be Leon’s and a pair of boxers, his feet bare. Every inch of exposed skin from his next down was littered with bruises and welts, his hair a wild mess, and he had an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. He looked like he had walked through a tornado and lived. Despite sleeping until noon Luis looked exhausted, his eyes remained half closed and he looked like he was in a daze, and he never seemed to let go of some kind of support, his hand moving from the handrail to a table, chair, the back of the couch, anything that could support his weight as he moved.

“Dios mio Amigo, maybe I do need to call a gay ambulance” Carlos speaks up from his position in front of the stove.

“I’m fine” Luis mumbled around the cigarette, his hand resting on the back of the couch.

“You don’t look-” Carlos turns to face where he thought Luis was, but he didn’t see him, he only heard a light thud. “Luis?”

“I’m okay!” Luis gets back up, giving the dark haired man a thumbs up before he grabs a seat at the high top table.

“I think you broke him” Ashley laughs and looks towards Leon, watching him as he messes with a machine.

The blonde’s back was to her, his focus on making coffee for Luis and himself. He was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a pair of boots, his torso however remained bare confirming where Luis’ shirt came from. Leon’s back was torn up, large red welts covered the whole length, some marks were deep enough to have drawn blood, but it had been washed away when Leon took a shower not an hour earlier.

“Hmm, he asked for it,” Leon answered as he turned with two cups in his hands. He moves slowly and places it in front of Luis.

Luis rolls his eyes and puts his cigarette down, his hands wrapping around the warm cup of coffee. “You are a beast”

“You love it” Leon answers leaning back against the counter across from Luis as he takes a sip from his cup.

Carlos shakes his head and continues to focus on making lunch for everyone. “So what is the plan today”

“Jill should be coming, she said she found something important” He answers before taking a sip of his coffee.

“Alright, we can line that up with what I found” Leon answers softly.

“Only if you are ready to talk about it. It seemed to really upset you” Sherry answers looking concerned.

“It’s too important to wait.” Leon admits and busies himself with his coffee.

Luis looks up and makes eye contact with his lover, they didn’t need to speak to each other, it was clear just with a single look. Leon knew Luis was there for him, that he loved and supported him, but most of all..with all those bruises, seeing him now after the night's events it proved to his twisted mind that Luis was alive. They had a strange relationship, but it was built on consent, he knew Luis could handle everything they did and if he couldn’t he would have said their word. Leon licks his lips slowly and gives a nod, telling his brunette beauty he was okay.

Luis relaxes a bit and leans back against the chair, his head dropping back for a moment. He wished he took a shower before coming down, but all he could think about at the time was coffee. The brunette lets out a soft hum, something tickling his mind. It was a pleasant feeling, and after a moment he realizes it’s Leon’s cologne. Without thinking he leans forward and lifts the collar of the shirt up to his nose, his eyes closing for a moment as his whole body relaxes.

“You are so weird” Ashley laughs softly as she grabs a plate from the cabinet.

Luis eyes snap open and his face turns scarlet red. He had forgotten he wasn’t alone, and that people could see him. He slowly lowers the shirt and covers his face in embarrassment.

“Oh Luis don’t be embarrassed amigo!” Carlos smiles and puts a plate down in front of him. “You are in love! There is nothing wrong with that”

Luis groaned loudly and shook his head, however the smell of food was stronger than his embarrassment. “Thank you Carlos” He smiles before he begins to dig in.

“No problem Amigo, you are so lucky” He pouts adorably and leans against the counter, satisfied now that everyone had food.

“I know I am” He teases “But tell me what’s on your mind”

Carlos waves his hand and sighs “Don’t worry about it, Sólo mi estúpida cabeza, amigo mío. Brain ha estado actuando extraño.”

Luis tilted his head curiously “¿Qué quieres decir?”

Carlos hums softly and takes a bite of his sandwich. “Me siento sola. Nunca antes me había sentido así. Quiero lo que tienes.”

“Oh Carlos” Luis smiles and touches his hand gently. “There is nothing wrong with that, why don’t you try looking. I didn’t know I needed someone until I found it”

Carlos hums and thinks about it before he shifts and shakes his head. “I don’t know amigo. I don’t trust easily”

“Neither do I” He admits softly. “It’ll be okay, I promise”

Carlos smiles and pats his hand gently. “You are so sweet”

Luis laughs softly and polishes off his lunch with a happy grin. “You are a great cook, maybe that will catch you someone. Remember a way to a man’s heart is there stomach”

Carlos rolls his eyes playfully and smiles at the older man as he finishes his coffee, Luis looked like he had gone through ten rounds with a paintball gun, most of his exposed skin littered with bruises, and even now he looked out of it, like he still hadn’t fully woken up. Leon on the other hand smiled behind his cup and admired his work, he normally wasn’t possessive, but after all he saw, heard, read, he couldn’t help himself. Especially now that he had proof that Krauser was back. He touched Luis, hurt him, Leon felt stupid, but a part of him wanted to remove any trace of that man’s hands on his lover. Even now he could feel that angry simmering in his belly.

“Good you all are gathered”

Luis looks up and turns to face Jill, he normally would have stood up to greet her but right now he didn’t trust his legs. “Did you make it okay?”

“Yeah we are good, Chris has us covered” She answers as she drops a stack of files on the counter. “One for everyone”

Luis swallows hard and passes them out, his eyes attempting to burn a hole into the one in front of him. He takes a slow, deep breath before he opens the file. The effect was immediate and he turned to throw up, his shoulder shaking.

“Luis..” Ashley rushes to his side, her face twisting in concern. “What did you see…mine is empty”

“You are the president’s daughter, you are safe” Jill whispers, besides Ada who is more difficult to get a hold of, the rest of us…” She watches as Luis brings his hands up to his face, his eyes wide in horror.

Leon jerks his attention turning from his file to Luis “Jill, you can’t be serious. Luis, they wouldn’t…”

“I am sorry Leon” She whispers softly. “What he is fighting for, it now includes him”

Luis tense and closed his eyes tight, he felt overwhelmed, and violated, he knew when it started too. It all made sense and he felt like a fool, he should have known better, but he hoped things would be different. The brunette slams his folder closed before anyone could see inside and struggles to stand, his legs shaking more than they were before. The words appeared in his mind like a giant flashing red sign, they didn’t start anything, they were continuing what umbrella started. Even then he was being used and he had no idea, these files proved it. They had records from umbrella, records that stated they had performed secret work on him.

“Luis you should sit” Ashley attempts her hand resting on his shoulder gently. “Please, you are worrying me”

Luis looks towards her, his eyes distant and hollow, the sight starts Ashley and she bites her lip gently. Luis tilts his head gently and touches his head, feeling where he had been hit, he should have realized it before. That hit should have hospitalized him. He chokes his face twisting in pain as it all sinks in and before anyone could stop him he runs, even though he falls multiple times he doesn’t hear his friends panic and keeps going, tears streaming down his face.

Ashley rushes forward and grabs Luis file, her heart pounding as she opens it. The sight takes her breath away, her eyes tearing up before she closes it and hugs it to her chest. It made sense now, his pain, fear, she would be scared too. She planned to keep it hidden until Luis was ready to talk, until he wanted the others to know. Ashley looked up towards the stairs, her heart breaking.

“Luis!” Leon calls out attempting to chase after him, however Jill stops him before he could leave the kitchen.

“I need you here. You saw things and I need to compare things, we need to figure this out” She says softly.

“I'll go, I will make sure he’s safe Leon” Ashley answers before running after the brunette.

Leon closes his eyes and slams his file down on the counter, before he begins to pace the kitchen, his blood boiling, his heart breaking. “What is here.” He taps his file. “Is exactly what I saw. One…looked at me, touched the tank it was in”

“That explains your attack” Ada answers, her eyes still on the staircase, it takes her a moment, but once she makes a choice she moves. “Call me if you need me” She moves towards the stairs.

Jill shakes her head “So they are cloning us and enhancing us. Son of a bitch!” She throws her hands up in anger, before pacing for a moment. “Then when we aren’t useful…what do they do?”

“That or they push us until we do it ourselves” Leon answers softly “But there is more to this, Luis…he is different isn’t he?”

“I didn’t read it, but his reaction is enough to tell us so.” She answers “This is sick Leon, we need to do something.”

“Gather the others, they need to know” He answers softly. “We will compare files, see what is common and what is different, from there we can build on what they want”

The afternoon was chilly, the wind whipping through his hair as he hugged his knees to his chest, his nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. Luis felt like he couldn’t breath, voices, memories, nightmares, they all swirled around him, taunting him like a swarm of bugs. His tan skin seemed to glow in the afternoon light, his hair turning from waves to light curls under the wind. Ada stood at the top of the ladder and watched Ashley. The young blonde looked helpless, her fingers tightening around the file she had carried with her and it was very clear she cared about the elder man. Ada takes a step forward and brushes her hand over Ashley’s shoulder gently, their eyes locking for a moment before she nods towards Luis. A silent push and one that Ashley needed. With Ada by her side she walks across the roof and sits down next to Luis, her knees pull up as well, but she turns her head to look at the brunette.

“Luis,” She whispers. “I have it with me, I won’t let anyone see until you are ready, but I want you to know it changes nothing. It doesn’t change you”

“Doesn’t it?” He chokes out, he doesn't sound like himself, his voice shakes out of fear. “We know what happens to people like that”

“I will die before I let someone touch you” Ashley answers seriously. “It changes nothing, I know Carlos, Sherry, Leon, Ada they’d all agree with me. They’d have to kill us first”

“That’s what scares me!” He yells without meaning too, his heart breaking. “I have…lost everyone, abuelo, my team, now i'll lose you all too”

Ada sits down and forces Luis to lift his head, her hand firm on his chin. “If you think we will die that easily then you don’t know us at all” She answers. “They better bring an army”

Luis was taken aback by Ada’s words and he teared up a bit more. “Leon…I..”

“I swear if you question his love I will knock sense into you” Ada growls softly. “He loves you, no matter what that folder says, you are who you are, not what they have done to you”

“She is right,” Ashley whispers softly. “It doesn’t change who you are. They want this, they want you scared. Without you we can’t fight Luis, don’t let them win. We have to stop them”

Luis takes a deep breath and coughs violently. “It’s just like my abuelo, like valdelobos all over again.”

“It’s not a plaga is it?” Ada asks concerned, her fingers twitching against his chin.

“No. No it’s worse, but I can’t be controlled at least” He admits softly before pulling his head back from her grasp.

“I don’t know how I feel about that, I am glad you can’t be controlled, but if you say it’s worse that also has me concerned.”

Luis looks down and hugs his knees again, his heart aching despite their words. He didn’t know when things would appear, no did he know how to control whatever had been done to him. He was scared, maybe it was karma for all he had done, naive or not he still had a hand in many deaths. Ashley moved closer and wrapped her arms around him, holding the brunette as close as she could. The file in her arms told him she saw, however despite knowing what he was she was afraid. She held him and talked to him like he was the same person and maybe he was…for now. Luis couldn’t help but worry that once this side showed itself he wouldn’t be himself anymore, would he recognize his friends? Would he hurt them? The thought made him sick, and he wondered if he’d lose his mind just like his abuelo.

“You are going to be okay, we will help you through this Luis” Ashley whispers “Please trust us”

Luis closes his eyes and wraps his arms around her, his head resting against hers “I do. I trust you all. I am just scared”

“A wise man once told me ‘it’s okay to be afraid, you know, but you can’t run, you got to keep moving forward. We will beat this’”

Luis laughs for the first time since they saw him in the kitchen and a tear runs down his cheek. “That sounds like him…” he admits “dios even now he is a light ey. He’s not even up here”

Ashley chuckles softly and looks up at him. “He’s smart, and he loves you. He knows something is wrong and I know he would say that to you”

Ada hums “indeed, now please come inside. You are only in your boxers and a t-shirt. Come back downstairs and rest”

Luis licks his lips and takes in their words, his hands still shaking. “Okay.”

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Servitude pt2

(Yandere Jonathan X female reader)

Jonathan had looked all across the castle for you after he'd dealt with Dio. He knew you were somewhere inside. He'd searched almost everywhere. Only when he began to hear your faint sobbing did he know where you were. He followed the sobbing sound, leading him down a spiral staircase and to a wooden door. He tried to open the door but it would not budge.

"(Y/n) it's me," Jonathan called out.

"Jonathan…" your voice was only a mutter but changed instantly to one of dread.

"No, don't come in!" Your voice then yelled.

"What do you mean no? I'm here to save you" He asked.

"Please, please leave" you begged him.

A horrible feeling washed over him as he heard you.

"No I'm not going to leave you," he told you before he began to kick the wooden door.

"No! No!" You screamed as the door began to break.

Once the door broke off its hinges. Jonathan looked at you for what felt like the first time in forever. You were sitting against the back wall in a white nightgown covered in blood.

"Are you alright?!" he asked as he took a few steps towards you before stepping on something.

Jonathan looked down to see a hand attached to a corpse.

"I didn't want to hurt him" you confessed with eyes full of tears. It felt like a stab in the heart as he realized what had happened. He should not have approached you further but he did and pulled you into his embrace.

"I'm sorry, I should have gotten here sooner" he apologized profusely to you.

"If I had gotten here sooner this wouldn't have happened" he continued as you could feel his tears against your neck. It seemed like forever that he held you and cried. All you could do was cry yourself. You didn't know what Dio had done to you but it had caused you to take an innocent man's life as well and now Jonathan held you apologizing as if it were the worst outcome.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault" he continued.

"What's happened to me?" That was all you could ask in horror but Jonathan couldn't bring himself to tell you at this moment.

"Please tell me! Surely you know!" You begged him but he still refused to say. He refused to believe you were now the same monster Dio had become.

"What have I become? What were Dio and those other creatures? I need to know!" You cried, so desperate for an answer.

"You've become a vampire…" he finally spoke.

"Vampire?" You asked.

"I only just found out about them myself, after Dio used the stone mask to turn himself into one…" he explained.

"They drink blood, and can only die from the sunlight and Hamon," he continued.

You looked at him in shock. In disbelief even. How could such a being exist? You hated the thought of having to be such a monster. You couldn't bear to live if you had to take another's life.

You left Jonathan's embrace and ran out the door, sobbing. If the sun could kill you you had to do it. The thought of your loved ones made your heart ache but you couldn't risk their lives by remaining alive.

"(Y/n) wait. Where are you going?" He asked you and ran after you.

"I can't hurt anyone else, if I am a vampire then I can't live" you explained.

Your words dug into his very heart, it felt like someone had stabbed him and kept twisting the knife deeper. He loved you so dearly, if you were to die he couldn't live on. Perhaps it was selfish for him to deny you from ending your life before you suffered but he couldn't accept it. He managed to catch up to you and grabbed you.

"No you can't do that," he said as he held you tightly.

"I have to!" you screamed as you tried to escape his grasp.

"No you don't, (Y/n) I love you too much to see you suffer but death is not the answer" he proclaimed.

"It's my fault this happened to you. If I had come to save you sooner. If I hadn't had that cursed mask in the first place none of this would have happened" he said, nearly crying again.

"I'll offer you everything I can as retribution for the suffering I've caused you. I'll pay you in my blood if that eases your suffering even a little" he continued.

"If not for me then please live for those you do care about" he pleaded to you.

"But how could I hide the truth from them, eventually they'll notice that I'm different?" You asked.

"They'll probably wonder where I disappeared to" you continued.

Jonathan's idea came out of his mouth before he had even processed it properly.

"We'll tell them that I was invited to an archeology expedition and you decided to come with me" he suggested. He looked at you hoping for some sign of agreement but you didn't say anything.

"As for trying to hide this from anyone there's only one thing I can think of… we should get married"

"Married!" You exclaimed.

"I promise I'm not trying to take advantage of this situation. It doesn't matter if you don't reciprocate my feelings toward you. I just thought that if we married then we could easily hide your vampirism from everyone" he explained.

"I don't know… I never considered getting married… but it is a good cover" you replied as you shook your head.

Jonathan was a good man. Most ladies would die to have a gentleman like him. To marry a man like him was what many dreamt of. However, you couldn't see him as a romantic partner.

"All we'll need to do is keep appearances up in public but once we're alone we can be platonic with one another" he tried to reassure you.

[twiggeh1339]

So I have a theory about the papa's that ties to the robo papa we are seeing. This robo papa has 3 forms, similar to the previous papa's and that had me thinking about how we see the trinity and how it connects to the body. It also raises some other connections with the possible horsemen theory about our 4 lovely papa's. To start off I want to explain why I see each connection to the specific papa's.

Primo, he is the horseman of famine, the mind and father in the trinity, and he takes the form of the skull robo papa. He is the foundation and the pillar of the mind and belief. In his album, we hear this dedication he has to his faith through ritual and con clavi con dio. Famine is heard in stand by him and Elizabeth and prime mover. Held together with the "I'm crucified" cover.

Secondo, the horseman of war, the soul and son of the trinity, and the muscle of the robo papa. He is the call to action and the will of the soul. We see his personality give rise to a call to action but also to act on our soul desires. He is deeply sad and angry taking position as Papa with neutrality. His album we hear his voice call us to act on our desires and the call to action in year zero. The connection to the son while not super apparent connects with his willingness to step down from his position as Papa, willingness to give up and accept his retirement. The cover of "I'm a marionette" supports the theory.

Terzo, the horsemen of death, the body and spirit of the trinity. He takes the form of the flesh of the robo papa. His album presents the question of death and what comes after, from pinnacle to the pit is reflecting on his fall from power for his strong independence. He is the papa that is outspoken and not afraid to push the ministry on their own beliefs and traditions. He embodies the confidence and independence that challenges life and looks death in the face. His album also reflects on the physical and spirit. We hear this through absolution, spirit, and he is. The cover of "if you have ghosts" speaks to the physical fighting the spirit, that regardless of the physical desires, the spirit has everything. Like his status of the horsemen of death, and the uncontrollable nature of death that happens when we least expect it he is removed from papa status and we see his death along with the others after his removal.

Copia, the horsemen of pestilence, the vessel for the dark one/satan/etc. He is the copy of that is waiting for inhabitants. Because we see him as the first papa to break the bloodline of the previous papa's, which is a very important lore peice, he is able to be a clean slate and able to succeed where the previous generations have not. How does he connect to the previous papa's for the horsemen theory? Well, we see in his album as cardinal, he's untouched by the sickness of his pestilence as he's not yet papa. But his album warns us how with every album before his rise to power, he was in the background. The overarching themes of the albums before prequelle struggle to only support war/death/famine. When we see these themes, pestilence, sickness, and corruption take place. In rats and faith, it's shown to us that these pests are everywhere and always watching and listening. This growing madness of the mind, body, and soul is ever present and can not be stopped. When copia becomes papa emeritus iv is when his full horsemen power begins to degrade his form. The madness and paranoia and personality shift to untrusting others is apparent. He gears his ghouls up for war. He dresses himself as a commander and fearless, strong leader. But underneath that facade copia is fighting the pestilence that plagues his mind and soul. That leaves him wide open to become a vessel, both mind and soul weakened to not fight the dark one inhabiting his body. As said before, he's a copy, not by blood line but by a pillar to usher in the end of times. We see this now in the LP he shifts lyrics to put himself as the devil, as the dark one that will reign.

Hope this is entertaining I'm having fun with all the possibilities, the connection of trinities and how we could see the hag, the mother and girl possibly?

[virgeandhis-pocket-protector]

Seven Snippets Tag

Bro i love these even tho i can NEVER pick between my babies

Anyway @late-to-the-fandom tagged me in this chain on my other blog but I'm doing it here because I got all SaSi fics at the moment B)

No-pressure tags: @i-will-physically-fight-you @glacierruler @prince-rowan-of-the-forest @lily-janus @groovyghostie @vinbee631 @girlboypatton be free to lore dump !!!

If you haven't done a writing tag game b4 no worries. This one's prompt is to put seven snippets (or as many as you can find) that you like from your WIPs or favorite fics in a post and bam! you've done a tag game

Because i'm Me(TM) i gotta set a requirement for myself for fun so it's gonna be whichever number that snippet is, it has to have that many characters talking/mentioned/in the snippet/etc. for fun! this is not a necessary requirement btw

Hit read more to see the snippets >:D/\

One Character (from "Brothers by Blood")

A inky one-way-window, long and thin like a serpent, spread across one side of the room. Faint shadows moved behind it. Left of it was a matte metal door; scuff marks on the floor showed where it would swing inward. In the center of this room, a young boy sat on one side of a white folding table, rigid in a matching folding chair. His curled-up poise could have been mistaken for that of a panther: lean, scared – ready for a fight. Layers of black, baggy clothes were his tattered fur. Bushy brown hair was his ruffled mane, lined with old streaks of violet meant to distract from his sore eye bags and heavy eye liner. The boy seemed sweaty, despite the cold, and smelled faintly of cleaning chemicals. He fidgeted absent-mindedly with his chain necklace. Shivering. He glanced up at the clock, squinting, and snapped his head back down as if out of fear of being caught.

2. Two Characters (from "The Prince and the Snake Charmer")

"Sorry, just-" Roman paused, steadying his breathing, "-just a bit jumbled up in the head." Janus nodded in understanding. "That's alright. It might take a second before you can think straight again." "I'm not straight, so it's not a problem," Roman replied on instinct, immediately turning bright crimson at Janus's startled reaction. "I mean, as in thinking-wise," Roman covered up, "I don't think straight ever, y'know? Like, because I'm dumb, and, y'know. Dumb, like really, uh, stupid, right?"

3. Three Characters (from "He Who Holds The Ruler")

Roman nodded. "Y-yeah, I mean, I guess. My brother Remus has a boyfriend. They more so…don't care." Patton nodded and was quiet again. "Maybe you should try telling them over lunch," Patton suggested gently. "I'll be there will you. I'm sure they'll at least try to be understanding." "Yeah," Roman said, nodding. "Understanding." Patton sighed sadly, but smiled reassuringly. "I'm sensing the need for a hug, I think?" "You never have to ask first, you know," Roman mumbled thankfully, hugging Patton around his side. "The answer will always be yes."

4. Four Characters (from "Kingdoms for a Mind 1")

"I would not phrase it as a 'quest'," Logan commented, "Maybe a 'reluctant onus'?" "Oh, hush, Specks," Roman snapped, "You'll get used to our adventures! It 'tis inevitable. With the same ease as the sun rises and falls, you shall soon fall in love with-" Virgil cleared his throat. "Wait a second," he began, looking to Roman, "What did you say about King Dolion 'disturbing peace'?" Thomas started fidgeting with the tablecloth, looking anywhere but at them.

5. Five Characters (from "Takeover" — Zombie apocalypse AU)

“Well, it’ll make great fertilizer!” “Remus, that is disgusting,” Virgil complained. “Stop kicking it!” Stepping back into the garage, Janus made a face. “Dios mío, this truck looks terrible.” “Agreed.” Logan said. He spritzed Lysol on the chair were the zombie once sat, stirring up a wave of dust. “Even my abuelo would not drive this,” Janus muttered, squatting down to look underneath the haphazardly off-balance vehicle, “And he drives the worst AMC Gremlin you will ever see.” Out on the lawn, Remy waved Remus away from him, demanding that he take a shower. This most certainly prompted Remus to ask if he could "join in." Virgil practically fled over to the garage to avoid getting caught in the crossfire of that conversation.

6. Six Characters (from "Kingdoms for a Mind 2")

"Forgive me if I'm rude, I've not seen anyone in months," Hypatia said, taking a seat at the head of the table. "But what are you doing here?" The princes glanced around at each other, none really wanting to explain. Janus sighed and put down his spoon. "We're traveling," Janus said simply. "Though we hadn't planned for this long of a trip. Running short on supplies." "Mainly medical supplies,” Logan said. “And enough rations for everyone,” Patton mentioned. "And weaponry," Remus added. "And sanity," Virgil piped up.

7. Seven characters oh god (from "Takeover")

“Crazy Dave’s not here to reinforce us,” Emile said monotonously. Roman sighed. "That game isn't even good." "Says you." "Well, do one of you have a better suggestion?" Logan asked, slightly exasperated. Patton leaned forward and rested his chin on Logan's shoulder gently. "Could maybe ask Janus…" Virgil wondered out loud, glancing outside, "He's a mechanic at his abuela's shop. Could maybe, with luck, possibly fix the truck." Logan nodded, writing it down quickly. Remy raised an eyebrow. "That's all peaches and cream, babes, but that big-ass zombie wedged in the front seat?" they asked, "Who would be insane enough to even touch it?" WHAM. "I'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKERS!" The front door was kicked wide open by a tall, broad-shouldered figure in loud a punk jacket, which could be described using both definitions of 'dirty.' His grimy combat boots, covered in spikes, had left brown sludge on the window. A name-tag on his shirt, from when he’d worked at a soup kitchen, said, 'Hello! I'm: Remus EVIL BITCH OF THE WEST'.

Sorry for the length. This was fun though >:D/\

[dusmoros]

  ❝  The mysterious and charismatic Dimetor Juno of Royal Sword Academy;  he has quite the strangely attentive following wherever he goes.  ❞

REPRESENTING THE FAIRYTALE :  Greek Mythology

NAME  :  Dimetor Juno BIRTHDAY :  March 20 AGE :  20 HEIGHT  :  188 cm WEIGHT  :  80 kg DOMINANT HAND  :  Ambidextrous HOMELAND  :  Sunshine Lands FAMILY  ;          Semele Juno ( mother )   ──   alive        Thyone Juno  ( mother  /  artificial womb )   ──   deceased         Mors Shroud  ( father )   ──   MIA         Alexikakos Juno  ( step-father )   ──   alive         Liber Juno  ( half-brother )   ──   alive         Alecto   ──   handler / guardian OTHER NAMES  :         Dio  ( by friends )         Mooncalf / Mondkalb ( by Alecto )

SCHOOL  :  Royal Sword Academy SCHOOL YEAR  :  Third  OCCUPATION  :  Student                            vtuber  (  King corViDAY  or Day )                            body double to the heir to Haus Desponia DOMINATE ELEMENT  :  Cosmic UNIQUE MAGIC  :  unknown ;  during spring to summer,  allows Dimetor to bring all plantlife to flourish with life,  and during fall to winter,  allows Dimetor to sap the life out of any plantlife he touches.

HOBBIES  :  photography   PET PEEVES  :  family obligations FAVORITE FOOD  :  assyrtiko grapes LEAST FAVORITE FOOD  :  mushrooms TALENT  :   rigging vtuber models and coding 

❝ Flirt with death,  tease the inevitable,  give the void a saucy wink. 

                Dimetor Juno,   the accursed child of the Juno family,  tainted by the blood of the Shrouds.  A child born of the union of the blood of the two powerful families,  Dimetor’s birth is considered not only taboo,  but also forbidden since the two lines are not permitted to join without the express permission from the head of the Juno family.  But mistakes,  such as this,  can be easily forgiven,  so long as one is repentant,  so long as one is willing to listen and do as the head of the Juno family demands.

After Semele’s affair with Mors Shroud,  she took to the bottle,  unawares of her pregnancy,  and not caring all that much after being informed by the Fury,  Alecto,  of the matter.  In fact,  so maddened was Semele that she sought a way to grow the half-Shroud child outside of her body,  using an artificial womb and the assistance of Alecto.  To cover up the mistake which had brought the half-Shroud into the world,  his mother would soon wed Alexikakos Juno,  the current CEO of the high fashion modeling agency,  Haus Desponia,  at the behest of the family head.  Together,  the couple would raise their gentle son,  Liber,  all the while Dimetor would remain in the hands of wetnurses and maids,  kept out of sight and out of mind.

Although raised under less than ideal circumstance,  Dimetor seemed unaffected by the treatment from his mother and step-father,  he was rather content to be out of the limelight.  Outside of their attention,  he was still given the best education money could buy,  and he was allowed as many freedoms as one might expect.  On his own,  he developed quite the eye for photography and quite the green thumb.  And just like clockwork,  he seemed to vanish during winter every year.

At the tender age of seventeen,  Dimetor would be accepted into RSA,  where he currently resides as one of the top students.

TRIVIA

He is a barer of the Shroud curse,  burning through blot as soon as it accumulates,  and if he does not produce enough blot,  the curse will eventually eat away at his magic.  His father was a member of the main Shroud bloodline,  while his mother is 4th cousins with the main Juno family. During Spring and Summer,  those closest to Dimetor begin to become not just infatuated,  but also obsessed with him,  and yet come mid-Fall,  those same people are driven to madness,  and violent hatred or rage directed at him.  During early Winter,  Dimetor is always murdered by those people he has affected,  only to reappear with the coming of Spring as though nothing has happened. Reincarnation of Bacchae Dionysus

[rejectshumanity]

It's actually Rikiel who has been the most curious about the scars on their father's neck, but never summoned the courage to ask. Instead, he made the mistake of sharing this curiosity with his sister. So the next time the pair are with him -- in that, she drags her brother into the room, thereby forcing a bonding session with all three -- she bluntly asks on his behalf. She's curious herself, and a little too eager to know the likely gruesome details, as she points at her own neck for reference. "Daddy, did this one happen in a battle, or is there a different story behind it?"

ask  DIO  about  his  scars  |  ACCEPTING

his  children  are  hardly  alone  in  their  curiosity.  rare  are  the  ones  who  are  brave  enough  to  question  the  conspicuous  scar  encircling  LORD  DIO’s  neck.  most  are  too  afraid  to  ask,  lest  he  take  offense;  fearful  of  evoking  his  formidable  wrath.  they  content  themselves  instead  with  their  imaginations,  perturbed  by  the  idea  that  whatever  really  happened  is  undoubtedly  worse  than  their  wildest  nightmares.

dante  has  no  such  tact,  but  that  suits  him  fine  —  he  has  contemplated  telling  her  the  story  anyway,  although  he  cannot  say  the  same  for  rikiel.  not  that  it  matters  now,  for  DIO  is  more  than  eager  to  divulge  it  all,  collateral  damage  be  damned.  perhaps  the  boy  will  surprise  him,  and  prove  to  tolerate  the  grisly  details  better  than  he  expects.  the  outcome  will  amuse  him  either  way.

❝  long  ago,  ❞     he  begins,     ❝  your  uncle  jonathan  and  i  were  once  bitter  rivals.  so  bitter,  he  sought  to  destroy  me.  ❞     he  shoots  a  pointed  glance  toward  the  skull,  its  white  face  peering  woefully  from  its  hallowed  throne  atop  the  mantelpiece.     ❝  he  wounded  me  so  terribly,  i  had  to  sever  my  own  head  as  my  body  disintegrated  before  my  very  eyes.  the  pain  was  indescribable,  dear  children,  but  you  can  imagine  some  semblance  of  my  agony:  the  fear  i  felt,  my  fury,  my  disbelief  in  the  face  of  utter  destruction  —  and  by  the  hands  of  my  own  brother!  ‘twas  a  great  blow  to  my  pride.  ❞

he  pauses  to  let  his  words  sink  in,  surveying  the  expressions  of  his  awestruck  children  —  rikiel  both  horrified  and  transfixed,  his  half-covered  eyes  still  glued  to  the  scar,  whilst  dante,  enthralled  by  his  tale,  mirrors  her  father’s  evil  smirk.

❝  but  I,  DIO,  overcame  death  once  more,  ❞     he  boasts.     ❝  and  when  i  encountered  jojo  upon  his  final  voyage,  i  forgave  his  transgressions,  for  i  knew  then  that  my  temporary  incapacity  was  but  a  necessary  step  toward  achieving  the  ultimate  triumph.  my  blind  hatred  lifted,  and  the  endless  frustrations  i  had  endured  for  years  melted  away  as  i  finally  saw  everything  for  what  it  was  —  fate!  jonathan  had  to  destroy  my  body  so  that  i  could  harness  the  power  of  his,  and  my  trials,  disguised  as  a  defeat,  meant  to  lead  me  to  my  destiny.  far  from  ensuring  my  death,  jonathan  joestar  became  the  foundation  of  my  legend.  he  gave  me  his  life  —  his  most  noble  sacrifice.  ❞

❝  as  our  ship  sank  to  the  ocean  floor,  utterly  consumed  by  flames,  i  interred  us  both  inside  my  coffin  —  the  same  coffin  i  display  in  the  tower  room  —  where,  assured  in  my  victory,  i  separated  his  head  from  his  massive  shoulders.  the  blood  from  that  endeavor  gave  me  the  strength  to  attach  myself  to  his  body  . . .  to  make  it  my  own.  ❞

with  a  pep  to  his  powerful  stride,  he  approaches  the  skull  with  his  characteristic  reverence.  like  always,  he  handles  it  with  the  utmost  care,  turning  it  over  gently  in  his  hands,  meeting  its  empty  gaze  with  genuine  fondness.  among  his  many  trophies,  there  is  none  other  so  cherished;  so  prized,  polished  and  pristine.  

❝  without  jonathan,  i  would  have  never  survived  at  the  bottom  of  the  sea,  ❞     he  ponders  wistfully.     ❝  my  full  potential  would  remain  tragically  out  of  reach,  a  victim  of  my  own  hubris.  ❞     flashing  a  devilish  grin  toward  his  children,  he  concludes  with  a  quip:     ❝  nor  could  i  have  fathered  you  two.  ❞