OVER HEAVEN

ind. DIO BRANDO from JJBA penned by Lully

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Uni kills my motivation to write long stuff and I have mostly long drafts so... ugh. But I’m alive and I hope you all feel well <3

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I made quick art of Jolyne u should all see owo

https://twitter.com/Tkacz_art/status/1378690736653279234

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I made quick art of Jolyne u should all see owo

https://twitter.com/Tkacz_art/status/1378690736653279234

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praeteritus-memories​:

Silence follows Giorno, his teal eyes stare down. That much was right, three of his closest friends were dead and he only narrowly avenged them by what many perceived as simple dumb luck that he was able to retrieve the arrow. Yet things were different now. While Giorno didn’t see himself as Godlike or mighty, if anything he viewed himself low as he always did, he’s also not one to deny the overpowered nature of his stand either. 

“That’s why I’m the hands of justice now.” At least for the underground world. Still…letting his father do this for him? 

Fingertips grab the photo, it’s clear from his hands that he’s tense at seeing his mother’s face and that fake smile his step-father wore. Giorno tried not to let hate consume him, to walk in the light instead of letting darkness overcome him, yet the sight of the two of them made that walk harder than it normally was. 

An ignorant and downright abusive couple, they probably celebrated the day Giorno ran away from home. His other hand reaches for the other end, ripping it in half with his heart pounding. 

“To tell you the truth, I really don’t know, but I never want to see their faces again. I ran away two years ago, and I doubt my mother would still stay in that house in Naples if I left. I doubt she would even recognize me, I left home when I woke up to see my hair turned from black to blond on it’s own.” It was a sign, a golden opportunity and Giorno took it to pack everything he had and jump right out of that window.

     Dio growled low under a nose when boy decided to tear a photo. Oh no, he, Dio Brando, didn’t give up so easily. People like this didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as him. He walked closer to Giorno when his purple stand glistened in a darkness again, producing next photo.

     ‘You have to face them. Your fear will crawl after you the whole life you don’t. You grew up and you don’t have to feel uncomfortable at the mere look at their faces, it’s ridiculous.’

     Vampire crossed hands on his chest with photo between his claws; golden eyes never leaving Giorno’s face. ‘They were disgusting enough to beat a defensless child who couldn’t protect themselves. Are those people you want to let free? What if... What if another child falls in their hands? Will you accept responsibility that you were the one able to stop it but... chose your comfortzone instead?’

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Devil!Dio Memory Style art to celebrate my return to the project JJBArcana!

Hope you all like it!

Follow me on insta, twitter and fb: @/JoanDarkArt

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I am a bit slow rn, bc my hand broke some time ago and it needs reeeest

art is pain, kids

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my mutuals having YGO muses and wanting me to go back into that hell of bringing mine back? d a m n

amgry Pharaoh boy or edgy crybaby... or both...

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my mutuals having YGO muses and wanting me to go back into that hell of bringing mine back? d a m n

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Dio to his followers vs Dio to his followers

depends on mood, let him be ;/

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“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ” — blueshiftting

prompt I am too lazy to find || open! @blueshiftting

    Dio put down his book and looked at the second figure in the room. Claws tapped against heavy cover as he observed Cordelia in this half darkness. Soon, his thoughtful expression changed into a smile that played on his lips. Smile of a charming devil.

    ‘What about you, my dear? Isn’t there anything that you need to talk about?’

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lumitrs​:

was he trying to be threatening , or irresistibly charming ?  a moment of stillness ceases her , fingers pressing back against the wall she leans against , and yes , for awhile there she does panic , even if only for a moment.  but she comes to realise the thrashing beat of her heart isn’t from anything silly like fear , and a coy smile of her own graces painted lips once more. 

❝ and if I don’t wish to play nice , lord dio ? ❞     yes , she knows she’s pushing it , but really , where was the fun in staying within bounds ?  even to someone she respected more then anyone else , at least this way , she got his attention more and more , and was that so wrong ?   

      Dio pressed his body even harder; his chest brushed against hers as their bodies crushed together in a dance of both excitement and fear. Vampire really didn’t mind taking both of those reactions from her; both fed his ego equally.

    ‘Well, at such circumstances...’ he whispered while his knee forced its way between her thighs and his figure leant over to bring his face closer to hers, strand of hair still playing around his claw ‘I would have to keep you occupied, yes?’ in his smirk, ends of fangs glistened in the dark.

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praeteritus-memories​:

“…Yes. I ran away two years ago, I don’t even know where he and my mother live now.” Were they still in Naples? Were they in Italy? Perhaps they still weren’t looking for him. At least he hopes so, otherwise his gentle nature may not last at the sight of his mother and her fake smile. 

While teal eyes stare, fingertips run through his golden braid to drape it over his shoulder. The one thing he was grateful he had been gifted a year ago, his black hair mysteriously turning the same shade of gold as his father in front of him. 

“Padre, it’s fine.” Not from the look in Giorno’s eyes when they stare down. He wasn’t used to that strange sense of a need of protection from a parent. Was it normal? Who could say, all Giorno had to go off of were books and films from his childhood. “I’m sure he’s suffering. Punishment is always given towards evil and heartless people.” Hence why Giorno had thrown Diavolo into the equivalent of hell itself. 

     No. It wasn’t fine. Dio walked Italian streets in the night, golden eyes observing shops. Finally, he found one that was needed. Without much thought, Brando broke through glass easily and stepped into a shop, taking a new brand camera in his claws. Stand brotherly to Hermit’s Purple appeared and sonn; photo appeared.

    ‘Justice doesn’t exist in this world, boy. Good people die miserably and bad people live in the most magnificent glory and luxury. If you wish for one, you have to deliver it yourself.’ just like Daario Brando who would never face consequences of killing his wife and destroying his son’s life if he, Dio, didn’t take fate in his hands.

    ‘Where is it?’ a question was asked as vampire threw a photos of Giorno’s parents at him.

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pwophet​:

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“Oh, wo~ooow!!”

There was no room left to spare that would allow for either of them to breathe. Ji Soo’s already rushing over to examine the taller man, hands stretching out to grope and prod at every exposed limb they could find. The tip of their nails had barely grazed the other’s arm before they had instinctively (a voice chastises them in their head, reminding them to “ask before touching”. they suddenly pout.) reeled back.

Blinking once then twice, they then occupied their hands by another means… via folding them! They would be impervious to their own impulses then– for sure!!

Hands joined together in a sharp clap with fingers entwining, almost as if they had begun to beseech to the stranger (it’s weird, though, because they feel as if they almost could recognize him… but they do not know why!) for permission. Permission to do what, however, would remain a mystery.

“…”

They tilted their head then. Hmm… They were definitely going to say something but couldn’t seem to remember the what. Hm. … Hm!

“You…” they started with the cogs already turning (impossibly fast. they’re creaking and groaning, in severe need of more oil. … or what it grease?) in their head. Again, they fell to a deafening silence before, suddenly, the light goes off! “D’ya like walking around at night!? Y’know, it’s actually really, really, really dark out… I think it’s almost midnight, actually!”

It was three in the morning.

     Dio found really weird people on their journey; especially Stand Users. Sometimes he believed that to acquire a Stand in the first place someone has to be... unique; to put it in delicate words. Now, vampire simply put his hand on his hip and gazed down onto... what even? a chaotic mess, that’s for sure.

     ‘I would say I dislike walking around at day rather than enjoy night hours.’ Brando would amuse them; see what more could happen in such bizarre situation.

    Don’t judge book by its cover was what he repeated in his head when judgeful stare was directed at them still.

    ‘I believe it’s later. Why do you ask? Are you lost? Do you seek a companion for a walk in the dark?’

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“ the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. ” - mariah !

    some old meme I’m too tired to look for || accepting!

    Dio simply chuckled with a pleasured tone to his voice. No, he wasn’t even a bit close to getting angry at her. A lot of people, a lot of weird people gathered at the mansion and vampire very rarely handled outbursts like that with violence. His entire plan would fall at this point if he would. He simply had to find a suiting method for every single one of his followers. And Mariah...

    Brando leant in her direction; he pinned her figure to the wall with his much taller and more muscles. Vampire played with her hair, a simple strand wrapped around his clawed finger as he smiled confidently as he looked down at her, whispering. ‘I am going to simply ask you nicely to stop, Mariah. How does it sound?’

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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praeteritus-memories​:

“Was it to prove if I was capable of handling myself? I wouldn’t be alive right now if that was the case.” A strange test indeed. Not like he knew if it was normal or not, is that…something fathers did? 

With the emotionless but all to angry look of his stand, teal eyes stare to his stand, which too would disappear. Giorno’s connection to his stand was strong, born with his stand in the first place. Though really, Giorno didn’t really understand he had strange powers until he was a toddler. 

Eyes turn back, adjusting his own shirt as though to try and shrug off the memories of the past. Not like it every worked though, otherwise he’d sleep better at night. “My mother is a selfish and reckless woman. She married a man for his money who would hit me every chance he had.” Some say she didn’t know, but Giorno didn’t believe a word of it. She didn’t notice the bruises? The cuts? Selfish as always, she wanted money more than her son’s safety. 

“…He doesn’t hit me anymore, so I’m…” He’s not fine. He knows that, why else would he wake up crying and pleading for help? 

“I’m fine.” 

    ‘I don’t care for your power compared to some squeezable ants. I was aware from the first glance you are no ordinary among humans; I had to make sure you are able to stand even above them.’ oh, how he believed strongly in those words. Humans were nothing but a tools for him for such a long time.

     But it wasn’t important now - Dio focused on latter words of his son. He felt indifferent about having an offspring, he planned to use all of them to achieve his goals. Yet when golden boy mentioned, even so briefly, struggles of his childhood... There was unspoken rage rising in entire vampire’s body; emotions so vivid he didn’t recall when he last felt like this.

    ‘Is he alive?’ a question appeared; a question that was a threat to man’s existence.

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hopingforjustice​:

ㅤ ㅤIt seemed extremely unlikely that anyone would travel so far to visit Morioh. As he said the town was small, simple even, most tourists came from S City to enjoy the summer. Although the beaches are really beautiful, perfect for a nice, fun afternoon with family and friends, Reimi didn’t really think he went all the way with that goal in mind. ❝ And how did you end up in our small town? I’m not sure that we can live up to your expectations. ❞ Truth be told, he looked too sophisticated for that suburban life, a lifestyle that would never adapt to hers. Okay, sometimes appearances can be deceiving, but it didn’t seem to be the case now… Although fear was dictating her answers and reactions, the act of walking so mechanical that she could barely say she was really seeing the path, her guts wouldn’t stop to squeeze and turn. The few people who were still on the street in that time seemed unaware of the reality — none of them looked at her, nobody saw the anguish in the light shades of pink. Everything seemed to conspire against her somehow.

ㅤ ㅤWell, his question still needed an appropriate answer. It was a little difficult to focus on good things at that moment, when her mind and body tried to get on good terms and make it possible for her to return home safe and sound, before her mother got worried because of that delay. So Reimi just grabbed the first thought that came up, with a tone of voice that was hardly enthusiastic. ❝ People like our beaches, we have some beautiful cliffs as well. It’s better to see them during the day, maybe you could go and watch the sunrise there. ❞ She looked at him from the corner of her eye, narrowing a little as if to show that it is not exactly a suggestion. It was not a request either, all her delicacy disappeared in the face of that fight or flight situation. There was only something like an order somewhere — since she felt unable to simply tell him to stop bothering a teenager and behave appropriately. Despite being instructed by her parents about it, the real situation was far more complicated than she could have imagined.

     Finally, they stepped out of sight of kids. [ Time stopped without anyone but Dio’s notice. Vampire without much effort grabbed pink haired girl to little dark alley, one in which they shouldn’t be bothered with. The World, his stand, made sure to muffle her eventual scream with hands all over girl’s lips. 

    Meanwhile Brando leant closer to her neck - inhaling a beautiful scent of incoming feast. Time started to flow again ] when his claws were already deep down in Reimi’s flesh, blood was pulsating rapidly from her veins to his. Two holes in size of his fingers just above her collarbone.

     But Dio was never a simple murderer who took the most of pleasure in seeing life escaping someone. First, it was simply a matter of food... Second, it was about a struggle he was able to observe. And in the name of that struggle...

    ‘You have around two minutes before you die from blood loss...’ his tongue shameleslly licked neck of a girl, tasting that fear ‘and that’s your time to convince me to not kill you. If you scream, I will end it quickly.’