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(Hey everyone, I know I have been inactive for several months and haven’t been doing any replies. I’ve tried, but I just can’t seem to come up with anything. I’ve just lost my muse for this character so I don’t think I’ll continue rping here anymore. I’ll keep the blog up, but it’ll be an archive.)
daddy issues run in the family
DIO rarely cared about giving respect, he was usually the one demanding it. But he gave a short apology and complied nonetheless.
“I apologize for not addressing you correctly, Don Giovanna.”
He spoke respectfully, giving a small nod in acknowledgement. DIO figured if someone this young was the Don, then he must have had to fight like hell to get this position. DIO could certainly respect that.
The air was heavy with tension. If he weren’t an undead vampire, DIO’s own heartbeat would have gone up, and the look in the younger blond’s bright green eyes would have taken his breath away too.
“May I ask you a few questions, Don Giovanna?” He asks a bit cautiously, but he still holds his gaze with the Don.
A silent gaze is held with the older man, quietly thinking over their request. No doubt they were here to reclaim their kinship, right ? Or… Was he simply a client ? The thought dampens his spirits, while absentmindedly still fiddling with the photo in hand. Anxious fidgeting is put to rest when said photo is carefully placed face-down on deep mahogany. His mother told him stories of his father’s dealings and important work, that he was a successful man of business. Perhaps that was all this was ; another shady exchange under the table, a connection that would further grow his absent father’s power. It wouldn’t be surprising to find out they had feigned death, in order to escape the responsibility of raising a child. Considering how the don’s appearance has changed so drastically from childhood, perhaps DIO had no idea who stood before him at all. Hand gestures to a seat from across his office desk, followed by the boss reaching for a half-empty bottle off a nearby stand. It would be painful to do this while sober. Before long, an optional drink is poured for the guest, as well as himself. And just as he expects of the other, a seat is taken. ❝ Let’s get down to business, then. Go ahead. ❞
DIO wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. He had a strong feeling this young man was his son, but if he was right, would Don Giovanna accept him? After all, he had been completely absent as a father. Surely there would be resentment there. DIO knew he would have to handle this delicately.
DIO sat down as he had been silently asked, and when a drink was poured for him, he gladly took a drink. He couldn’t imagine doing this sober either. It was so rare for DIO to be nervous... but right now, he was. “I will try not to waste too much of your time, Don Giovanna. I believe that you and I are related... I think you may be my son, but I’m not completely sure. I’m here to find out if my suspicion is true.”
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DIO still hadn’t realized how difficult it would be for a normal human to see in the almost pitch black darkness he had grown so comfortable in; he usually figured some candles would be sufficient.
So far, all of the followers and mercenaries he had sent had failed to kill the Joestars and their allies… failed miserably. To say DIO was immensely disappointed and frustrated was an understatement. To his shock, some of those followers who had been defeated were 4 of his 9 Glory Gods, an elite faction of his already impressive army.
N’Doul (DIO admittedly was still in low spirits due to his unfortunate death), Oingo and Boingo, Anubis… these had all been powerful Stand users, ones that DIO had been confident would win. But yet… they had all lost.
Would Mariah be the one to finally kill off the Joestars and their allies once and for all? He hoped so. DIO quite liked Mariah… it would be a shame to lose her, or to see her fail him like the others.
“Indeed, I did.” The vampire called out, his hadn’t needed to raise his deep voice for it to easily carry through the room.
“I’m sure you already know why I, DIO, have called for you… don’t you, Mariah?” DIO paused for a brief moment, letting the words sink in.
“I am sending you to kill the Joestars and their allies. Do you feel fully confident that you will be able to complete this task for me?”
𝒢♡𝒟𝒟𝐸𝒮𝒮 𝐵𝒜𝒮𝒯𝐸𝒯
❝If that is what you wish, sir, it would be my PLEASURE. I’m not like those OTHER bloodbags who cannot seem to keep up with those amateurs. You’ve seen the horrors of my magnetism…that’s more than enough assurance I’ll get the task done.❞
The young woman brought a hand upward towards her purple-painted lips, doing her absolute best to conceal a giggle when bringing up her allies’ deaths. Sure, they were fine Stand Users and all. Unfortunately, they were oh so WEAK. How could they have been beaten by some pathetic rag-tag team? If they can’t defeat those pests, then they aren’t WORTHY of being a part of Lord DIO’s army! Pft, Mariah wasn’t shocked in the slightest when reports came back that they were put OUT of commission.
In the back of her mind, she complained of how Lord DIO ought to have sent her out FIRST! Surely, they would be ahead of schedule when it comes to transforming the world to his whims. The silver-haired could hardly wait to see the glory! Oh well, perhaps the vampire meant to save the BEST for last. She favours that line of thinking. So what if it feeds into her ego?
❝I’ll CRUSH them to death. Do you desire it to be a bloodbath or clean? Your wish is my command!❞
"Indeed... the power of your Stand is quite impressive." DIO purred, the edges of his painted lips curling into a small smirk. He found Mariah's confidence and enthusiasm amusing... cute, even.
When Mariah asked how he would prefer to have them killed, he spent a few moments thinking over it. Either way would work well, but there was a method that the more bloodthirsty side of himself preferred...
“A bloodbath.” The vampire grinned, a flash of fangs showing. “I don’t just want vengeance against the Joestars, I want vengeance against the others as well for daring to stand in my way. I want them to suffer before they die, that would please me very much.”
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“There is absolutely no question what I would do to you, my lovely...”
“Smash.”
Send in a “⚱” for my muse to tell yours whether theyd smash or pass
"Hello, my son... it's been quite a while since we have spoken last. I hope you have been doing well during my absence."
“Ah father. It has been a while hasn’t it?” Still deep in some paperwork and reviews numbers as his father walked into the room with such pose as always. “To answer your question, well enough to remember what day it is still at least. How have you been?”
The corner of the vampire's lips curled up in a slight smile. "I'm glad to hear you've been well. As for myself, I have been doing well also. I've been traveling for the last few months, and I've found my travels to be quite... insightful."
DIO had been doing research on these 'travels' of his, mostly pertaining to Stands and how to make his own Stand even more powerful... he didn't feel the need to tell Giorno this, or what he found out, however. Not quite yet.
"So how has it been, running Passione? You seem to be doing quite well, though I don't know much about this mafia world... I would be interested in knowing more, especially now that my son is the Don."
(Wow... I have been gone a long time on here. I'm really going to try and get more active on here, sorry to anyone who I'm super behind on replies for, I'm working on them, promise! I've been lacking motivation due to mental health stuff, but that is getting better so hopefully I can write more often now)
dios mio……………………….
word prompts compilation
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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention
[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine
[ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket
[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.
[ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning
[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair
[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair
[ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine
[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room
[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer
[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger
[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s
[ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying
[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food
[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine
[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance
[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine
[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap
[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring
[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually
[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support
[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm
[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand
[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did
[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine
[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap
[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down
[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away
[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours
[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare
[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation
[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury
[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine
[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger
[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine
[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine
[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye
[ secrets ] my muse sharing/confiding a secret
[ bloody ] for your muse coming to my muse with blood stains
[ drunk ] your muse takes care of my very drunk muse
[ bed ] my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before
[ scream ] my muse hears your muse scream and runs to them
[ trail ] my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scars, asking them about it
[ piggyback ] my muse gives yours a piggyback ride
[ jump ] my muse holding yours up by their thighs
[ carry ] my muse carries your muse to their house
[ lighter ] my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette
[ shot ] my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses for aid
[ wound ] my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten
[ fight ] my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else
[ arrest ] your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs
[ hospital ] my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened
[ betrayal ] my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them and confronts them about it
[ nude ] my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked
[ karaoke ] for our muses to sing together
[ wet ] your muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for my muse to join them
[ crawl ] for your muse to crawl into bed with mine .
[ flower ] for your muse to offer my muse their favourite flower
[ gift ] for my muse to surprise your muse with a gift
[ homemade gift ] for my muse to make your muse a gift
[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )
[ serenade ] for my muse to sing to your muse
[ caress ] for your muse to gently run their hand down my muse’s face
[ caught ] for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt .
[ love letter ] for your muse to give my muse a love letter they wrote for them
[ boop ] for your muse to boop my muse on the nose
[ date ] for my muse to ask your muse to go on a date
[ confess ] for my muse to confess their feelings to your muse
[ sleepy ] for my muse to slowly fall alseep on your muse
Vanilla Sunday Meme
For muns who aren’t into explicit sexual content, but don’t mind approaching the topic. Feel free to cross out any questions you aren’t comfortable with!
Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?
Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward?
Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced?
Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?
Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?
Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?
Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?
Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?
Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?
Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?
Have their partners been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?
Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?
Where is your muse most sensitive?
Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship?
Would your muse ever tempt their partner, e.g. flirting, wearing tight/sexy clothing?
Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?
Does your muse leave hickies? Do they ask for them?
Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner?
Has your muse reached first/second/third base? Home run?
Would your muse be interested in engaging with multiple partners?
Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?
Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?
Is your muse the type to discuss their sex life or sexual prowess with others?
Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean?
How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?
Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely?
"I understand now where I get my stubborn attitude, and pettiness from."
@rejectedhumanityx
He just stares at her, clearly confused. “You mean from ME, DIO? You will have to elaborate, because I have never seen you in my life so I don't know how that would be possible.”
“my kink? love” im spilling tea sir
“Well, my Dear Midler, I hope you find a man who can satisfy you in that regard~.” Is he flirting? Probably.
Nukesaku stands in the bathroom next to DIO's bedroom. He might have snatched the other's lipstick and is now trying it on. (themansionsidiot)
DIO just stood and smirked when saw he smaller vampire trying apply the dark lipstick. The image of that was so amusing, that DIO couldn't even be annoyed Nukesaku was using his lipstick.
DIO chuckled and took the lipstick tube from Nukesaku’s smaller hand. “You're applying it wrong... here, let me help you.”
DIO took hold on the smaller vampires chin and applied the lipstick for him. When he was done, he turned Nukesaku in front of the mirror so he could see his Lord’s handiwork
“There, much better~.”
What was...Your mother...I guess Grandmother like?
“Truthfully, your grandmother is the only blood relative, besides you, that I have ever truly cared for.” There was a sad look in the vampire’s eyes.
DIO didn't like to talk about his mother with other people. It was always hard to revisit those painful memories... but for his son, he would do so.
“Your Grandmother was named Drusilla.” DIO said softly. He took a deep breath, even though he didn't even need to breathe anymore, before he continued with the long story.
“She was born into a noble family, and she was around 20 years old when she met your Grandfather, Dario. Dario was not a noble, in fact he was a poor, petty thief from the slums ... but that didn't stop your Grandmother from falling madly in love with him. Drusilla’s family rejected him of course, so she rebelled and married him anyway. Her family disowned her as a result. Soon after Drusilla married Dario, she had me. Her side of the family never acknowledged me.”
“Your Grandmother had a very charitable nature, she would give whatever she earned to those who lived on the streets, would feed and clothe them. We were in a desperate situation ourselves, I often went without food myself... but since we weren't on the streets ourselves yet, mother felt she was doing a good deed by helping those she thought were less fortunate. “
“Everyone laughed at mother for being a fool, and for a long time, I thought she was a fool as well. There was a part of me that resented her, for giving so much to others but neglecting me. Mother discouraged me from pick pocketing too; she told me that I needed to be good to go to Heaven. As frustrated and hungry as I was, I tried to do as she said. I wanted to be good, to make her happy so that I wouldn't disappoint her.”
“Mother did teach me how to read, write, and do arithmetic and other subjects since she and Dario couldn't afford to send me to school. Dario began to drink more and more, and he began to be abusive towards us... and Mother would take the brunt of it so I didn't have to.”
“Mother was quite young when she died... 30 years old.” DIO’s voice faltered. He didn't mention how she died... he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
“Her side of the family didn't attend her funeral, and they didn't ever offer to take me in... Dario wrote them a letter informing them she had passed, but they never answered.”
DIO looked back up at Giorno. For a few long moments, he just sort of stared at his son.
“You have her eyes, you know... her’s were that shade of green too.” The vampire murmured, his voice almost a whisper.
In honor of Mother’s Day, ask my muse anything you want to know about their mother!
In London, there is a small cemetery. It is Mother's Day, but it is getting late and the sun has gone down. The cemetery is deserted... except for one lone man. The man is eerily pale with golden blond hair and is dressed in a long coat, turtleneck, dress pants, and leather shoes... all black. He is dressed for mourning.
He stops in front of a gravestone, which reads:
Here Lies the remains of
DRUSILLA BRANDO
Died December 31st, 1978
Aged 30 years
DIO, her son, lays down a bouquet of roses at the foot of her grave. He then gets on his knees and leaves a kiss, lips lightly grazing the cool stone.
He just stands there for some time, not saying a word. His expression is cold and unmoving, but there is a deep, dark sadness in his eyes. After a while, he leaves, vanishing into the night from which he came.
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Desk creaks as don leans against it, risen from his chair after the announcement of a man fitting a familiar description on his way to see the boss. Forefinger and thumb pinch at the photo in hand, tucked away at his side, to face away from the stranger. But when gazes lock, hold tightens, denting the corner of the old autograph. When you go so long without a father, there’s a certain point you stop hoping he’ll come back ; you learn to live with the cards you’ve been dealt. But to have him here, in front of him, in this moment… Should he be happy ? Chest caves, despite his increasing heartbeat. The look in fiery molten orbs is enough to rob the air from tightening throat. There’s no mistaking it. He’s looked at the photo hundreds of times. ❝ You will address me with respect, as Don Giovanna. ❞
DIO rarely cared about giving respect, he was usually the one demanding it. But he gave a short apology and complied nonetheless.
“I apologize for not addressing you correctly, Don Giovanna.”
He spoke respectfully, giving a small nod in acknowledgement. DIO figured if someone this young was the Don, then he must have had to fight like hell to get this position. DIO could certainly respect that.
The air was heavy with tension. If he weren't an undead vampire, DIO’s own heartbeat would have gone up, and the look in the younger blond’s bright green eyes would have taken his breath away too.
“May I ask you a few questions, Don Giovanna?” He asks a bit cautiously, but he still holds his gaze with the Don.
