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i just showed up to share this because clenches fist

#.behind the mask #.tbd

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    i just listened to watercolour eyes by lana del rey & this line makes me think of a ship with DIO.

    “so, what if you taste just like heaven, that don’t make it right.”

#.behind the mask #.tbd

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anonymous said: What would you say is your favorite thing when it comes to your muse?

    my favourite thing about him as a character, or about writing him? either way, i’m more than happy to respond to both cases. if a solely focused on canon, i’d say his ambition & determination. even if it’s not shown as it develops, his growth is implied, & if it wasn’t because araki seemed to decide what he wanted to do with DIO was how he was in part 6 flashbacks, part 3 could’ve gone waaay differently. as for my DIO in particularly, i feel comfortable enough now ( & even kind of proud ) of achieving that level of charisma that was always alluded to his character, yet never shown. i enjoy making other muns / muses feel that, & respond accordingly to what i give, rather than just go with the flow because canon says he’s charismatic & you have to deal with that.

     when it comes to writing DIO, i really enjoy the fact that it has made me think a lot about morality, the meaning of life, the ‘pursue for heaven’ & so on. i like these deep conversations that he can have with other muses, also making them question themselves & their purpose. i think it also makes a more accurate representation on how mature & wise he has become, adding elements of an ‘old soul’ to the whole vampiric aspect that was basically ignored.  the loneliness & vulnerability that comes with it, while rejecting the notion of having human emotions still left.

#anon #.behind the mask #thank you for the ask!

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diokak au

#.visage / madman with a delicate hand & evil eyes #.noriaki kakyoin / the hierophant #q'd

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anonymous said: What would you consider is the most challenging aspect that comes with writing your character?

    personally, i struggle with dialogue the most. DIO is a character that will either speak so little or go into philosophical rambles depending on the person. i wouldn’t say it’s challenging coming up with it, but it can slow down a thread or limit my roleplay partner, i feel. it’s also because of this reason that i feel limited with the kind of muses i interact with, because my muse either has a deep interest in them, or not. there’s no in-between. i’m not a fan of this idea of DIO just going around intimidating people or trying to seduce them, so i don’t really pursue people in that regard. 

   maybe the most challenging part for me would be that; reaching out, plotting & coming with something interesting enough for my muse to entertain. i find it easier to do this in modern verse, though,

#anon #.behind the mask

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Jonathan and the Brides

Milwaukee Ballet production of Michael Pink’s Dracula 

#.aesthetics / some things can grow without the light

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RULES | MUSES | STARTER CALL  —

— 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔫, 𝔩𝔢𝔱'𝔰 𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢.

Featuring muses from  —  Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Metal Gear Solid, Soulsborne, Warriors, and More !

 — Penned by Eddie ♥

#.promo / the kind of love with a reputation #oh look. some quality stuff

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“Emotionally, I wanted to stay. Intellectually, I wanted to leave. As always, I seemed to enjoy punishing myself.”

— Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964.

#.musings / secrets of the heart; you can take them all to heaven

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anonymous said: I gotta confess something, I legit have a crush in your Dio but since I haven't roleplayed in a while, I only use my personal account nowadays besides you're a selective blog so I didn't want to bother you. I lover your portrait of Dio. That's all, have a good day.

     this is actually so nice. especially since i’m rarely active on here 😅 however, DIO means a lot to me as a character & muse, & i’m always happy to read about people enjoying my portrayal of him even if it’s different from canon. messages like this seriously make my day & i hope to write him some more in the future. have a nice one, you too!

#.behind the mask #sorry i'm not giving you daily doses of him

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹'𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲.

#.promo / the kind of love with a reputation #an absolute delight. a goddess. chef kisses

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John Singer Sargent, Atlas and the Hesperides

#.aesthetics / some things can grow without the light

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Batty

#.aesthetics / some things can grow without the light #q'd

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me, thinking i’m rusty af cause i hadn’t written dio in a while: goes on tangents & philosophical rambles

#.behind the mask #.tbd #DIO is that one muse that i feel so proud of because of how much i've come to develop him #compared to how i started without knowing how to handle a character like him #he's so deep & tragic. catch me having feelings

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@hopingforjustice​​ said: ❝ I wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. Only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief. ❞

    there was no such thing as purity without absence. ‘white’ was nothing but the lack of any colours, & ‘clean’ devoid of any stain. even the kindest of people experienced negative emotions such as anger, or grief. no human was absent from experience those. not even the man whose chivalry led to the scar that surrounded his neck like a crown of thorns. people corrupted people, & as somebody whose existence for over a century was spent with his mind, he would go as far to say as oneself could corrupt themselves, too.

    one’s own mind could become your greatest enemy if left alone with it for too long. even those unspoken words could be the loudest when you were used to the silence that came with solitude. like an echo coming from the abyss in which you’ve gazed for too long. nothing remained untouched, or unmarked. not even those souls who were stuck in limbo.

     would her rage be punished? or was it justified? he wonders through the perspective of a higher being, if one exists. & if so, how cruel must they be? to let someone so innocent rot without decaying; die without living, be consumed by herself. like a fish biting off its own tail. it was only a matter of time until that destructive nature was shifted away from herself & directed elsewhere—to a world that had long forgotten her, but refused to let go.

    would god only then intervene?

    “—are you willing to punish the innocent if it meant claiming the life of that who stole yours?” he ponders, voice soft & gentle like a silk enveloping her with his words. his stare not even directed at her, but the ground. he always found it most comfortable to sit atop of a building, & watch the world from above. “wouldn’t that make you just as cruel?”

#hopingforjustice #.ic / don't talk to strangers #03. hungry for heaven ( main ) #ah shit here we go again antagonizing reimi

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@rzrbite​ said: ❝ The blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine. ❞ oh man

    a sight not meant for the sensitive eyes; a display of blood & death staining his lips with crimson. a predator feeding off its prey & leaving its carcass fall from his arms into the ground to decay after sharp teeth had sunken onto the tender skin & broken through tissue & muscle, draining them dry. it was a ritual kept between him & the one who cleaned after his mess—a man desensitized to the cruelty that the vampire was capable because it reflected his own like a mirror.

     eyes cold & sharp focused on the vessel of young blood approaching the scene from within the shadows. he didn’t need to see, nor hear her to know the identity of the intruder that had interrupted his meal. a look of awe found in her expression, rather than the disgust & fear that one would come to expect. lovestruck, almost. blinded by her own devotion, to the monster whose name she uttered like a mantra. another lost soul finding purpose among other misfits like herself, & him, the fallen star enlightening her path.

    her words no longer surprise him, but they do manage to bring a subtle curve of his lips. a display of his amusement & intrigue behind such mindset—that of someone willing to give it all away for a man she mistook for her saviour. it would be a life to claim he hadn’t thought of her in such way: falling into a never-ending slumber as the life drained from her eyes while lying in between his arms. however, the vampire saw value in her beyond that of a meal. fingers still stained by the blood of his latest victim reached out to grab a hold of her chin & jaw, raising it to meet his eyes—gold & with his pupils dilated. a vigor rushing through his body like a charge of electricity. thumb pressing against her lower lip, gently brushing across of it while his tongue wiped the red off his lips.

   “—as exquisite as it must be... you’re more worth to me in life than in death. your time hasn’t come.” yet.

#rzrbite #.ic / don't talk to strangers #03. hungry for heaven ( main ) #why be eaten when you can be eaten out

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@gazelessmenagerie​​ said: ❝ I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world. ❞

      a devotion that was rarely found; one that came from the heart, rather than custom or fear. it wasn’t like those of children who grew up surrounded by religious beliefs—forced to carry the same ideas as their parents, rather than to think for themselves. no. these words came from a man who had nothing. a man whose hardships had hardened his heart & would’ve made anyone become a non-believer. what kind of god turned their back to the poor & blind? what kind of god based their judgement based on morality when life had been nothing but unfair on someone? what kind of god separated good from evil, & never gave evil a chance?

     he had learned a lot about different gods & religions in the solitude of the library. countless night spent expanding on his knowledge—trying to make sense of the human psyche & why some choose to believe in a higher power. it was, perhaps, something innate in him to wonder about these things; growing up with a mother who, to her very last breath, still called for god that never listened to her prayers, to take her to that holy place: heaven. a notion he didn’t understand at the time, but did now, as even he found himself looking for a purpose in this life that wasn’t his, but stolen from a man who shined as bright as a star.

   humans decide to believe in gods because without them, they’d feel helpless, much like the man sitting across him when they first met. how ironic, that for a man who sought to deceive him, his words could hold such truth now. that same devotion that he had seen in his mother growing up. however, this time, his words wouldn’t be ignored. nothing more & nothing less did he expect from n’doul upon asking him how could he recognize a god.

    “—i never quite understood the certainty behind others’ beliefs of their respective gods, but perhaps it’s not something to be understood.” perhaps, his mother’s words held some validity to them when she simply responded with:

                                           ‘i can feel it’.

                                                                  ‘ i feel like my heart is being touched by christ.’

#gazelessmenagerie #.ic / don't talk to strangers #03. hungry for heaven ( main ) #not me using the intro of it never ends by bmth for that last line

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characters who die and are resurrected

but will always remember exactly what death feels like

#.musings / secrets of the heart; you can take them all to heaven