Dante Costa RP

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Independent Roleplay/Ask Blog For Dante Costa, A Fandomless Demonic Shapeshifter OC.

Established August 2024.

21 Years RP Experience.

Selective.

Multiship & Multiverse.

Mun & Muse Of Age.

Both SFW and NSFW friendly.

18+ Writers Only. Minors DNI.

* TRIGGERS AHEAD, DEAD DOVE.

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@kingrusso sent a sentence starter: "Yeah, I offed him all right."

{♡} - Tail, sleek and deadly, thrashed sharply from left to right like an arrow-tipped whip, audibly splitting the air each time it flicked. ❝And you didn’t even so much as lemme watch? Tch! Some friend you are...❞ A dissatisfied huff vented from his muzzle whilst cloven hooves kicked up the dust beneath them.

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@sinshosted sent a sentence starter: “I mean, tearing someone’s heart out with my bare hands wouldn’t have been my go-to, but it does solve the problem.” //from ava!!

{♡} - ❝What can I say? I've got a resourceful mind!❞ Blood trickled down his arm, a slow, viscous nectar dripping like Beelzebub’s honey – the heart in his hand having barely ceased to beat.

❝Whaddya say we braise this bitch with butter?❞ The demon’s multihued eyes burned with flesh-eating greed, his tongue darting out to lap at the blood spatter on his face.

[spookiesmausoleum]

Send ᯓ✉️ + a question to hear my muses opinion on the subject

[miss-mania]

I'm just pulling your chain. I mean yanking your leash. I mean jerking you off. uh I mean I'm just messing around with you,

[hellwhxre]

@kingrusso sent a sentence starter: “Maybe there were no right choices in that situation, but you definitely made a wrong one.”

{♡} - Dante threw his head back and audibly yawned, dramatically stretching his arms upwards and outwards before collapsing onto the soft purple velvet of his favourite chaise lounge. ❝Ughhhh, babe…your little superiority fetish — sorry, I mean complex – is sooo bloody BORING! I don’t care about your moral high ground! We’re all filthy sinners down here – you & me, both.❞

He reacted in one deft movement as the sprawling, creeping legs of a common house spider came sneaking up the side of his lounger, crushing its bulbous abdomen beneath his palm with an audible splat. ❝Ew. A spider.❞ Whether or not what he did next was a recurring habit or if he was simply trying to gross out the other man was unclear, but the sheer unhesitating ease with which he licked the spider’s entrails from his skin would strongly imply that he had committed this egregious act before. Dante swallowed the arachnid’s internal mushiness with an audible gulp for dramatic effect. ❝Ugh. Don’t ya just hate it when the legs get stuck in your teeth?❞

[escapedartgeek]

@thricemartyred

"Oh.. uh excuse me, that seemed to be a bit of a close call there." Sometimes there are little near run-ins that Zora tries to avoid with others - but not sure if they are able to do so.

They were trying to get a look a different piece while out and about and nearly bumped into someone. They try to be spatially aware out of utter necessity - but sometimes they miss things.

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{♡} - ❝Don’t worry about it.❞ Dante’s preternatural ability to attract often meant that excessive closeness and wandering hands were simply an established reality for him by now. Mercifully, however, it would appear that the near run-in with this person was accidental. That made a pleasant change from the usual blatant groping, he supposed.

Blue-green eyes examined the looming art piece with visible scrutiny. Dante took a couple of steps backwards, tilting his head to one side as he made a concentrated effort to make sense of the abstract shapes in front of him. ❝…Nope. Don’t get it. Actually, I think I hate art.❞ He mused aloud, turning his head towards his new acquaintance for a little perspective from someone who actually inhabited this sphere. ❝This actually mean anythin’ to you? 'Cause from where I'm standin', it just looks like an accumulation of several chewed-up pieces of gum. Am I supposed to...feel anythin' specific when I’m lookin’ at it? ‘Cause I’m gonna be honest – right now, all that I’m feelin’ is...well, underwhelmin', to say the least.❞ A brief wordlessness passed him by as he took one last lingering look at the sculpture. Still nothing. Nada. ❝...Kinda wanna take a piss up the side of it, if that counts. ❞

[maxxie-or-smth]

u ask for a moaning audio and it becomes very clear halfway in that i'm repeatedly stabbing myself in the stomach

[hellwhxre]

@ithinkmyskullburns said: "You're not human. What are you and why are you here?"

{♡} - Shit. He’d been caught snooping, and he'd been clocked. Well, in that case, the way the demon saw it, there really was only one thing for it!

Dante, being the impertinent little bastard that he was, shifted impulsively into the other man’s likeness, took a parodic stance, and taunted, ❝YoU’rE NoT hUmAN, wHaT aRe YoU aNd WhY ArE YoU HeRE?!❞ His tone an exaggerated, high-pitched mimicry of Johnny’s real voice, dripping in mischief & mockery.

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@grey0wl said: "Hoot" [The owl stares up at Dante with an intensity. He wants to give him a flower, but he is afraid that it will be tossed onto the motorway.]

{♡} - The demon confronted the owl creature with an upwards nod, his interest piqued by how long his gaze had lingered on his form. A Barbie-pink cigarette hung loosely between his lips, begetting a strange ribbon of smoke that billowed out towards the owl like a snake, its serpentine coil briefly winding around the other’s neck before it dissipated and then ceased to exist.

❝What ya starin’ at, bird features? You wanna suck my cock or somethin’? Huh? Why ya lookin’ at me like that with them big ol’ eyes?❞ Dante couldn’t decide on whether he was getting poised to fight or to strip. Either way, he was going to put on one Hell of a show if the owl didn’t come up with something to say for himself – and fast.

Also, his brand new pair of diamante fishnet tights were chafing his fucking balls and it was making him aggy.

[hellwhxre]

OOC; Btw, I didn't just change my url for no reason. I'm gonna be changing up Dante's lore -- but mainly just what happened to him after he died, which...most of you probably already know is the part of his bio that I never actually finished typing up, lol. ANYWAY, I'll be doing that very soon. I promise!! <3

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Be Rude To My Muse! @arachnoheaux said: "Ya lookin' so crusty bet'cha blow jobs turn into cheese pulls." xxx i'm sorry this is the first thing he says to him nfnvnxmc

{♡} - ❝Oh, ew. Could you stand a bit further away when you speak to me? It’s just, your breath absolutely reeks of the ten rounds o’ spunk you licked out from inside your mother’s septic snatch, ya dirty little sewer rat!❞ Dante sniffed the air in Angel’s vicinity and clutched his stomach, retching dramatically.

Just another Monday morning in Hell.

The faint presence of a smirk on Dante's features appeared to betray that he did actually find this sort of funny.

[rpdepartment]

be rude to my muse!

insult them! say bad things about their loved ones! go wild!!

[thecuratxr]

open starter open to: anyone who wants to deal with this bitch clown

"I've always wondered what you taste like--"

[hellwhxre]

{♡} - ❝Ol’ Clownface here is into vore – pass it on.❞ A transitory pause as one corner of the demon's mouth crept slowly upward into a subtle smirk. ❝...I taste like Heaven, by the way. Pure angel tears.❞

[etxrnaleclipse]

Michael wasn't a suspicious person by nature, never had been. The only exception to that was whenever his sister was involved, the older brother instincts kicking in naturally. But not in other aspects of his life, so this was a new feeling for him. Still, he had become increasingly attached to Dante since they met and he hated this gut feeling that there was something he did not know.

"Try me." Michael's response was quick and easy. "You know I'm open minded and I will listen to anything."

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{♡} - ❝…I…❞ It seemed his insidious performance had been thrown off course by the doleful eyes of the lamb-hearted man standing before him. All of a sudden, he found himself rendered uncertain of his own ambition. There was a sweetness about Michael – almost reminiscent of…no. Don’t get distracted. He forced the thought from his mind like a parasite. If Michael was anything like Cliffie, then Dante had no choice but to snuff him out.

Just the thought of the emotional vulnerability that came with actually liking Michael turned his stomach. During the wordlessness that hung between them, the light in Dante’s eyes began to fade. A familiar ache settled in his chest as years of unimaginable trauma resurfaced. Then, before he could stop them, the words tumbled from his mouth. ❝I grew up in a religious cult. It was…bad.❞

[memesfrommontmartre]

PERVERTS

starters taken from lyrics from the album perverts by ethel cain.

no one you know is a good person.

it is such a precious, magnificent thing to be loved.

i give in so easy.

how much?

i want to know love.

it took something from me, something i can't quite explain.

in the morning i will mar myself again.

here i am, empty.

let me tell you how much i've come to hate you since i began to live.

i want to know what god knows.

i will claw my way back.

i can't feel anything.

if you want, you can bite me.

if you want, you can bite me, and i won't move.

do you think you know how to give up?

i love you.

i can tell you right now, it's beautiful.

when you were young, you said you wished that someone loved you.

i am what i am, and i am nothing.

do you like that, baby?

what you do is nothing to me.

fast, reckless driving often leads to slow, sad music.

i'll take it.

it is no good, speaking of fairness.

maybe it was all a lie.

only god knows.

it feels good.

it has always been this way.

i've tried so hard to explain in words what it meant to me, how it felt to me, but maybe it’s not meant to be explainеd.

and still, they didn't die.

such a wondrous and painful thing, to be loved.

i am sure that hell must be cold.

maybe it's true.

you won't lose me to the thunder or lightning.

you won't lose me to the thunder or lightning, but you could to crowded rooms.

you don't, and you never will.

i would recommend that you take just as much as you need to feel good.

shame is sharp.

i always wondered if it would come back.

i want to know what it feels like.

i am what i am, and we are not the same.

i'll be alright.

we will not speak of this place again.

i like that sound you make, when you're clawing at the edge and without escape.

you were nothing to me.

i am punished by love.

i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you...

i have always possessed the insatiable need to see what happens inside the room.

do you think you know what it means to be loved?

the devil i know is the devil i want.

they made me leave.

i am that i was as i no longer am for i am nothing.

until then, i guess i'll just lie here and wait.

if you love me, keep it to yourself.

it's happening to everybody.

[retriibutions]

text: :p

text: [ nude photo attachment ]

text: its emerson 😅

[hellwhxre]

[Text: Emerson, Apparently] ur kiddingggg that’s not u 😩❤️‍🔥 oh ur HOT hot huh

[Text: Emerson, Apparently] like, get on my knees and let u fuck my face hot. I’m on public transport right now just fyi…screw u i’m getting hard already just thinking about my tongue deep inside ur beautiful boypussy 🥵

[Text: Emerson, Apparently - Photo Attachment; Dante sitting in an effortlessly relaxed position on a train with his hand resting over his crotch, providing subtle coverage to his noticeable bulge]

He's sooo totally not thinking about the hot bartender from one of the dirtiest, sketchiest sex clubs deep down within the realms of Hell's inferno.