#luckofthedevil

[toomanydios-blog]

Send me ‘Kiss’ and my muse will kiss yours somewhere according to their feelings for your muse!

(FIVE DIOS = R.I.P. Sam)

This woman got on his nerves. He could easily cover-up mistakes and mishaps with anyone else (most people in the area were naive), but Samara somehow saw right through him every time. Not only that, but she made a point of teasing him about it on top of things! It bothered him, but he was not reckless enough to make a show of it. Instead when she turned her back, the juvenile simply bit the nail of his thumb in her direction. It was archaic, really. Now he was frustrated at his own behavior.

No kiss: Indifference/I don’t know youBite + Kiss on the nails: Dislike/Hate/Resentment/Enmity + I want to hurt you/You’ve hurt me

“You call it ‘fucked up’ but is it not experiments like this that have also aided humans in their own scientific discoveries? The ability to detach the arm of a dead person and give it to someone in need. Would that not interest you?” The vampire grinned taking a step close to the woman. She had only insulted his eyesore of a pet, but she caught his interest. Maybe it was only because he found her response entertaining. Passing on by, he stroked her neck with a cold hand, and moving in, considered to kiss that neck but dismissed the idea.

Almost kiss: Interest/Curiosity

There was a face in poor Samara’s bosom, followed by a muffled voice. “Ms. Feifer, I literally want your body.” As much as the body-less head wanted to kiss her heart, which he also wanted to make his own, he settled for a kiss on her bare neck. “Please sacrifice yourself to me.” He grinned menacingly. Sadly, he would not be around for much longer.

Kiss on the neck: I want you/You are mineKiss over the heart: I am connected to you

He held her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing her wrist tenderly. “I can give you money or resources, friends or even love. It is the least I can offer in return for sparing your life. What will it be?”

Kiss over the wrist:I think you are beautiful/I find you attractive

Diego tapped his finger in a beat, all while trying to avoid glancing at the person sitting in front of him. How ironic that they would be meeting here of all places. The very place where he first dated Sam about a year ago. Describing his feelings for her right now, well, they wouldn’t be hateful per se. Their breakup actually went quite smoothly. He got the sense she was a bad match for him and quickly ended things there. But maybe it was because things went so smoothly that he felt unresolved tension now. His eyes darted back at those lips again. He wanted to kiss them.

Kiss on the lips:Romantic love/AttractionNo kiss:Indifference/I don’t know you

[dibacie]

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          “Are you picking on people again?”

[kindestjoestar-blog]

{ Modern AU } || Young!Jonathan & Dio

Jonathan inhaled a sharp breath. One wipe at the corner of his lips had left a tiny smear of blood on the side of his side. The white-collared shirt, that was once neatly worn, now looked like it hadn’t been ironed and pressed as it always was each morning. It could have been worse. A lot worse.

The young Joestar was now trudging down the street. He had to use the last bit of the strength he had left in him to get home before his father sees him in such a mess. While Jonathan attempted his best at masking this by cleaning himself up a bit and preparing for whatever questions were going to be tossed at him, he was always a terrible liar.

As soon as he reached the front of the gate, a loud screech was heard from behind and of course, it grabbed Jonathan’s attention. It took a few minutes to click, but the sight of the limousine was what made him remember that they were expecting someone to arrive today.

It was then that Jonathan’s smile had returned to him, straightening himself up as he waited for the passenger door to open. That’s right, his father had told him before that a boy his age was going to live with them from now on! Well now Jonathan decided to put the fight entirely behind him in order give the other a proper greeting. What was his name again...? It was on the tip of his tongue but surely it would come to him soon.

[kalinkamalinkaa-blog]

♣ ♡ ☺ ☢

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

It’d be kinda arrogant to say no, but I haven’t read much in english, so I can’t say anything about that ^^”As for my home language, yeeess there are so many skilled autors, but it wouldn’t mean anything even if I list them here

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

Ahaha, I already do and there’s literally no material for it =“)ahm it’s bruno/giorno/leone but you can literally throw everyone from Buccelatti’s gang together and I’ll be interested in it cause they go together so well ahh

☺ What’s a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

A mudad! Not that we don’t discuss it all the time but I really want a thread with a fullgrown mudad and gio doing weird-family thingsAside from that hmm, I really really want a bruno, even not to ship with just to play with owo

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn’t?

Hmm, I guess i’d like to try my hand at gyro/diego or bruno/leone. I also want to write more brugio hahahaAnd I guess I wouldn’t write for a ship that involves characters I can’t get a good grip of, but I will also never write gio/josuke, gio/joly or gio/jonathose are no-nos

[kalinkamalinkaa-blog]

Continuation from here

At some point Giorno had figured out this 13-year-old Dio Brando was the same Dio Brando that had died in Egypt and of whom he had a photograph of, aka his father. He had even managed to trick Dio into standing in the same pose to compare. Once he was sure, he went and did something stupid.

He had decided to try and somehow plant the idea of being a good father into the kid’s head, even if he would forget it 100 years later, so he decided to confess about his childhood. How that turned into one of the most heated arguments he had been into, he wasn’t sure, but just when he felt he was about to smack the kid or turn his suspenders into lizards, he was pulled forward into—

A very intense chu that was more like their faces smashing together. Was it a poorly aimed head bud? Whatever it was, Giorno felt it was a crime to miss the opportunity to say “Ah, I appreciate your affection, Dio, but I’m already taken” in a completely serious tone at that.

[kalinkamalinkaa-blog]

◕‿◕ (he is secretly messing it up and also trying to make it look like his own hairstyle)

Giorno had protested, but Dio simplyignored him as he mercilessly pulled his braid apart and started messing withit. He sighed and took it silently until he left his bangs falling on his faceand immediately after that being pulled up with enough force to make hurt. Hefollowed their movement, tilting his head back to look at the other “Why?”