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𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘: an independent, highly selective, & headcanon based roleplay blog for 𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 of 𝐉𝐎𝐉𝐎'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. please read my carrd in full before following or interacting!
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it’s actually so tragic that dio was so thoroughly fucked up by his early childhood that he could never accept the love and support and kindness jonathan offered to him…
taking another semi-hiatus for idk how long ✌️ i’ll be back in full swing when i can, hopefully soon
the contrasts and parallels between giorno and his dad….
"what made you this way?" + (pt 1 au shenanigans with a certain french woman that you soooo love to torment at university and who has 0 patience for your bullshit, including now, as she definitely has her arms crossed and looks unimpressed)
drunken confessions | ACCEPTING
dio is beginning to accept that maybe, just maybe, he should attempt to reign in his drinking habit, especially on weeknights. or at least those nights prior to his 8 o'clock lecture with her, if for no other reason than to get the nagging shrew off his back — bitching him out like she's his wife, as though he would ever afford her that privilege! where does she get off?
❝ — a few drinks with the lads post game, ❞ he slurs, ❝ god forbid. ah, but i suppose a proper, educated young woman like yourself would never stoop so low as to enjoy a night out, hm? it wouldn't do for your image. ❞ the irony appears to be lost on him. ❝ don't worry your pretty head about me, darling. i'll ace this exam regardless, and outperform you while i'm at it! ❞
@yaksha-garden | continued from ( x )
❝ well, now i'm intrigued. ❞ he pairs his smirk with a raised brow, choosing to ignore their newest variation of that particular brand of insult. ❝ I, DIO, was hardly an average victorian man. even then, my tastes were avant-garde, if you catch my drift. ❞
“You don’t look very… godly… to me.” [@yaksha-garden. Eden is insulting his outfit.]
gods and deities starters | ACCEPTING
❝ frankly, my dear, neither do you. that lovely gemstone aside, you're dressed rather, ah . . . plain, for such an ancient deity. but surely you haven't always been so charmless. do you remember the last time mortals were left awestruck by the sight of you? ❞
❝ alas, ❞ he grins, procuring his brother's skull from behind his back with a theatrical flourish, ❝ poor jonathan. i knew him. ❞ his drawl takes on the exaggerated affect of an overzealous drama student. ❝ a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy... ❞
Pity
drunken confession.
your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.
“ what’s holding you back in life ?”
“ is everything alright? ”
“ when did you choose to give up ?”
“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”
“ how many have you slept with ?”
“ what’s your biggest secret ?”
“ do you believe in love ?”
“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”
“ what scares you more than anything ?”
“ have you ever considered running away ?”
“ do you love me ?”
“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”
“ who hurt you ?”
“ what made you this way ?”
“ is there anyone special in your life ?”
“ why are you always smiling ?”
“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”
“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”
“ who are you, really ?”
“ is there anything you regret ?”
“ what’s your biggest regret ?”
“ tell me about your first kiss ?”
“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”
“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”
“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”
“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”
“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”
“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”
“ when was the last time you cried ?”
“ how come you keep running away ?”
“ have you ever made someone cry ?”
“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”
“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”
“ do you believe in true love ?”
“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”
“ do you regret letting me close ?”
“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”
“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”
“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”
“ do you ever get scared ?”
“ what do you really think of life ?”
add your own for further development.
Blood!
I know I've done blood before shh it's fun
"You're bleeding."
"Where did that blood come from?"
"Whoa, hey, do you need to sit down? That's a lot of blood."
"Hold on, let me help you."
"You have to patch that up."
"Why is there blood all over your face?"
"Why do you smell like that?"
"Oh, no, oh no, that's blood."
"You're leaking everywhere, ugh."
"That smell is making me hungry."
"Just breathe. Breathe through it. You'll be okay."
"Don't look at me like you're about to bite me."
"Ah, fuck, now I got blood on the food..."
"Why are you staring at me? What are you looking at?"
"Oh... that's not good, is it?"
Gods and Deities Sentence Starters
“And what are you the god of? Bad tastes?”
“You’re not my god.”
“It’s been a long time since anyone invoked my name.”
“I’m a god, not a genie. I do not ‘grant’ wishes.”
“You haven’t an inkling of an idea of what you’ve just done, haven’t you?”
“And what is a mere mortal to a god?”
“A god is only as powerful as their believers.”
“When’s the last time anyone prayed to you?”
“Don’t be stupid. Gods don’t exist.”
“Your petty discourse is highly amusing.”
“What a cute little shrine! I wonder who’s it to?”
“Your title may have “Evil” in it but you just look sad.”
“No one’s ever built me a shrine before…”
“You mustn’t be a very good god then.”
“Your mortal woes are beneath me.”
“You dare speak to me in such a tone?”
“Be careful of what you wish for.”
“You don’t know the meaning of “God-King”.
“You know not of who you speak to, do you?”
“You don’t look very… godly… to me.”
“’A god’? Don’t be so full of yourself.”
“What are you the god of?”
“Does it get lonely?”
“Oh god, please don’t hurt me!”
“Your god has no sway here.”
“And what brings you into my domain, little one?”
“I think I just woke something up. Something powerful.”
“Um… hello? Any… anyone listening?”
“This is stupid. Of course no god will listen to me.”
“You probably look nothing like your statue.”
“I hope this shrine is worthy enough for you…”
“I’m here as a sacrifice, as promised by my people.”
✨+ add your own!
”fatherless behavior” actually he was there and that’s quite literally the whole problem
the sweet taste of victory turns bitter within seconds after finishing her last sentence. there is a foreboding heaviness in the air, something shifts, she already knows that she has made a terrible mistake before his reaction even starts. her defiance is akin to a child's tantrum, smacking away the one offer of solution and inadvertently damning herself further. does she regret it? no, not at first. ( not at all, actually. ) it felt good to deny him, to know that for all which he twists the universe to get whether deserved or not, he cannot have her.
but she forgets how simple and cruel his impulsive conclusions can be. if he cannot have her, then why bother dealing with her ever again?
the sensation of skin splitting open on her cheek is felt before anything else, even before her mind registers the impact of actually being struck. she is instantly knocked to the floor before there is even a feeble hope to stand her ground. the flow of tears which follows is instantaneous, the salty sting of tears flow into the open wound, creating a watery crimson trail. her only consolation to salvage her pride is that aside from a gasp, she lets out no cry. the pain is horrid, but she intends to endure, like always.
except that he isn't quite satisfied with only this. no, now there are claws raking into a fistful of her hair, pulling her so harshly that she has sincere fears that she'll be scalped. that, unfortunately, prompts a pained cry from her that she cannot fight to contain.
「 SILVER CHARIOT 」 manifests beside her, acting on instinct despite her conscious decision to withhold him. the knight begrudgingly heeds her but to a limited degree. yellow eyes beneath the helm direct a furious glare to the other menacing stand, the grip on the rapier is tight, but remains unpointed for now. only because she begs him to withhold.
❝ . . . i'm sorry. ❞ she forces out, and perhaps those words are more painful than all the violence she has just endured. her voice is small and hoarse, pathetic sounding. she despises being reduced to this. but her fear is sincere and so therefore the remorse must seem so as well. she would love nothing more than to continue to scream and curse, to laugh haughtily and choose death. but her son, her poor son, he would be alone and at the mercy of his father. the truth is, her apology is directed to rikiel is nothing else, because either she will die right now or she will be haunted by this risk. ❝ i'm sorry. you are right. i was arrogant and unchecked. ❞
her eyes squeeze shut in feeble effort to stop the flow of tears, to the stop the torturous sting of them on her wounded cheek. ❝ chariot won't attack, i promise. he is only here because he perceives the attack. i won't let him do anything. ❞ a shudder, a frightful pause, forcing her eyes to open. ❝ i won't act out again, i promise. ❞
for all that her impudence has infuriated him tonight, sherry’s suffering does not satisfy DIO so much as it arouses terrible pleasure. despite his long-festering irritation over her worsening attitude, her arrogance, the audacity with which she dares to conduct herself in his presence, there remains a perverse enjoyment he takes in reminding her of her place, of evoking the kind of fear that would crush her misbegotten spirit ( to think she once impressed him with this foolishness! she is fortunate that in his better moods, she amuses him still ). it is reflected upon the face of 「 THE WORLD 」 , who meets the impotent fury of 「 SILVER CHARIOT 」 with a wry, menacing smirk so much like that of its wielder.
❝ you’re sorry, ❞ he sneers, cold and contemptuous and mocking. ❝ useless words. of course, under threats of death, you’re sorry. ❞
but, be they tears of genuine remorse or merely a gambit to save her life, her begging works insofar as it assuages his wounded ego. sherry lives, for now, despite her best efforts to ensure otherwise. his iron grip relaxes enough to release her from his grasp, and he watches with disdain as his little knight, so proud even in her imprisonment, collapses into a pathetic heap at his feet.
there is something about seeing her entirely bereft of dignity, so completely and utterly humiliated by his hand, that makes his stomach churn with equal parts repulsion and excitement. he realizes now that he was naive to assume he could toy with her indefinitely. perhaps it was inevitable that her endless well of surprises would run dry, and that her plucky bravery, once so endearing, would become a persistent thorn in his side. that his favorite rose, so beautiful and robust in her prime, would wither and die once picked.
and yet, a withering rose is beautiful in itself, is it not?
cruelty for cruelty’s sake compels DIO to grab sherry once more, this time by her throat. he sinks his claws into her skin and lifts her up, using just enough strength to silence those strangled cries. the temptation to drain her dry and silence her permanently remains ever-present. briefly, he considers the merits of crushing her windpipe, or biting off that bitching tongue. the irony would amuse him temporarily, but alas, he knows better now than to give in to his short-sighted impulses.
instead, he kisses her. there is no illusion of tenderness like was feigned last night. no pretense of consideration for their deal, let alone her pleasure. his kiss is cruel, it is hungry, it is razor sharp and painful. you are mine, he growls into the fresh bruises blooming around her mouth; mine, sucking the blood from her brutalized lips. mine to possess, mine to control, mine to devour to my heart's content. he holds her hostage in this torment until he is satisfied, tossing her aside like one of his dead whores.
❝ you wanted this. remember that, sherry, lest i forget my promise. ❞
anywayyyyy, now that i’m back, here are some plot ideas i have on my wishlist:
interactions set during phantom blood, either pre or post vampirism! i don't get the opportunity to write in these verses as often as i'd like.
your muse meets dio fresh off the boat and helps him adjust to modern life - either willingly or otherwise.
any interactions set before dio obtains his stand and becomes aware of the joestars, when he's off traveling the world, breaking hearts and wreaking havoc.
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