#sdc dio

[isbasilisk]

Shoutout to everyone who trusted the process, i spent an entire week on this …… half of it on fabric study alone 😭

[thejojosanctuary]

Can I request Kars, Dio, and Diego taking care of a small sick s/o it's up to you however serious you want the sickness to be

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Kars

You hate being sick. Not only is it an inconvenience, but it’s also a pain when the people around you don’t have to worry about getting sick at all, and thus almost don’t understand how serious it can be when illness starts creeping in. You’d thought it would have been easy enough to handle at first - just a stomach bug or the beginnings of a cold - but the stuffy feeling in your sinuses and the feeling like your brain’s clocked out to leave your body to figure this out for itself is frustrating. You’re stubborn enough to still believe that you can weather this one out like any other time you’ve gotten sick, hoping that it’ll wash over without anyone else noticing that you’re getting sick. 

Yeah, that didn’t happen.

Kars isn’t stupid. He knows humans are fragile and susceptible to the elements; he finds it amusing that so much of the planet that they inhabit is built to so easily overwhelm the poor little creature, it’s almost enough to make him pity them. Of course his knowledge includes illness - he’s seen glimpses of what sickness and plague can reduce the populace to, though his mindset to the whole thing is simply to not get sick (easier said than done from the man who will never know what it means to get the sniffles.) He is genuinely perturbed seeing the signs begin blossoming up in you. 

Of course he notices something wrong with his favorite little human; the groggy demeanor, the slow responses, not even the usual teasing about making you a snack garners much of a response; you’re heads so foggy focused on fighting off whatever this is you’re dealing with to think up of anything witty, instead only offering the pillarman a long, slow silence before you blink and sluggishly mutter “oh”.

Doesn’t like it one bit, because sure he may enjoy seeing his human helpless (as you’ve seen plenty of times with the way he likes to play with you and make you feel weak), but this isn’t fun at all. In fact Kars actually really hates how sluggish and despondent that this is making you - so you’re ‘sick’?, then he’ll simply have to fix it for you. He has seen what humans have done over the years, and while most of them are outdated, some things like the wet cloth, plenty of drink and good food stand the test of time. Won’t feed him himself of course, unless you ask him enough times to the point that Kars actually relents and treats you; otherwise he’s getting Wamuu or Santana to do it in his stead. Actually, Wamuu and Santana do a lot of things to help during your recovery; of course it’s at their master’s directions, but the sentiment is appreciated that Kars would insist so heavily on them maintaining close watch on your condition in case it has any sign of  getting worse. 

At one point contemplates just using the mask on you to get this farce over with quicker - you’re going to have to use it eventually so that he doesn’t have to lose you to time. You can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he toys with the mask in his hands and have to be firm in the ‘not now’ - you’ll live with a few more years of humanity if only to avoid how much of a pain in the ass it’d be to deal with not going into the sun.

Gives a surprisingly good pep talk once you’re actually on the way to recovery. You’re coherent enough to hear the little praises that he gives to you about how well his little human did fighting off that pesky sickness - of course his S/O would be able to overcome any bout of illness or trouble that this world could throw at you. All the while he’s combing a hand through your hair, nails dragging lightly through your scalp as Kars moves sweat slicked strands away from your face. It’s actually a rather sweet gesture, and it’s hard not to feel comforted by the deep croon of his voice telling you to rest and finish off this little battle of sickness soon.

Dio

Sick? That’s a word he hasn’t heard in a long time in terms of actual illness (being told that he’s sick and evil on the other hand is another story). Dio’s own age of humanity was so many years ago, and he’s had no reason to bother with even thinking about sickness - it’s other humans’ problem, nothing he has to concern himself with. Until he’s rudely woken from his slumber to you retching your guts out in the bathroom down the hall, the noise grating on his nerves enough to actually get him up and looking in to see what the hell’s going on. 

He cracks open the door to find you cradling the edge of the toilet, face drained of any healthy color and exhaustion heavy on your expression as your head snaps to glare at whoever’s come to disturb you, only to pause when you notice the imposing figure of the 6ft vampire in your doorway. A little part of him wants to laugh seeing his fiery little S/O looking so pathetically sick, but that thought flees as soon as he takes in just how sick you look. There’s bags under your eyes from hours spent tossing and turning trying to sleep; the sickly color to your skin; the heavy breathing as you fight to take a breath that doesn’t sound like you’re about to hack out your lungs.

Wow. You look like a mess. 

That comment gains the vampire another glare, your mouth opening to fire back a retort only to freeze and twist back over to the toilet to throw up yet again. In a weird way it makes him remember the times when he fell sick in his human years - he didn’t have anyone helping him before the Joestars, and any sickness he had was suffered through alone. The parallel here is striking, namely because you’re not alone in the sense that you’re not alone - with Terence making sure that your hair and clothes stay out of the puke crossfire, and Mariah crouched to your level, rubbing your back in what you can only hope is a comforting gesture.

Since you’re his S/O, Dio simply cannot have you being sick, so he’s keen on you getting over it as soon as possible. He doesn’t go about it in the most delicate way though. 

Instead, he’s gonna use this as a ploy to try and convince you to become a vampire

Vampires don’t need to worry about getting sick - doesn’t that sound wonderful? You’ll never have to concern yourself about pesky stomach bugs or fatigue or any of those stupid human setbacks again - surely you can see how enticing that is~ Gets frustrated when you’re stubborn about fighting him on this, insisting that you can ride it out and that you’ll be fine after a few days. The determination not to take the easy route is admirable, but it’s ridiculously frustrating when it means he’s going to have to deal with you being all snuffly and sick for however long you’re sick.

Makes one of his servants get you things to make you better faster - you’ll have to intervene to tell them what you actually need though; Dio’s been a vampire since the 1800’s, so he’s never had to bother with keeping up to date on medications and you have to stop him from forcing Vanilla Ice to go into a pharmacy and buying everything, instead sending him off with a hastily scrawled together list one the kind of things you’re going to need to weather out this bout of illness. Even then you still end up with a lot of things you didn’t ask for - namely expensive things that Dio’s tacked onto that shopping list (like does he even think that you’re going to need a personalized hot water bottle???).

One bright side is that you being sick doesn’t affect him in the slightest, so you can be rest assured that he’s not going to up and leave you alone. If anything, you’ll want him to leave you alone sometimes, because he won’t shut up or stop bugging you when you’re trying to catch any modicum of sleep. Without fail you’re getting questions asking if you’re feeling better every few hours, all the while taking advantage of any heat you generate to lounge all over you, insisting that he just wouldn’t be a good master if he let his darling little human suffer through this alllll alone.(which is only half true - the other half is leeching off of your body heat)

Diego

Okay, being the only human(ish) here on the list, Diego’s probably the closest to understanding what you’re going through. A lot of his methods are more revolved around the prevention of getting sick rather than dealing with a full on sickness, because he can’t afford to get sick while he’s out on the road. Because of this however, Diego’s gotten damn good at recognizing the first signs of you getting sick, probably long before you’ve even realized that you’re starting to feel under the weather yourself.

All it takes is one careless sniffle, one you don’t think twice about as you absentmindedly wipe your nose and focus on riding. You’re surprised when Diego drops his pace to fall in line with you, sidling up close enough that he’s able to reach out to you, tugging off a glove and pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You give him a confused look, quirking a brow as you ask him what’s wrong. He’s quiet for a long moment, giving you a surprisingly intense stare before he leans back and moves on ahead again, urging Silver Bullet to return back to the pace they were at before with a comment of “You’re getting a fever - stop and get some medicine at the next town.” without even sparing a glance back in your direction.

Even taking his advice however doesn’t seem to stave off whatever sickness has decided to latch onto you. By the time the next morning rolls around it’s hit you full force and god do you feel shitty when you wake up with your sinuses blocked and sore. You don’t miss the ‘I told you so’ luck that the rider gives you when you fumble with your horses saddle, determined to keep going even if you do feel like your legs are about to give in on you. You’re at the point of cursing your fingers for suddenly being so shaky and cold when you feel a hand tugging the back of your collar, pulling you swiftly away from your horse and pushing you in the direction of the lodge door. You don’t expect him to take it so seriously - he’s so set on keeping moving that you were worried that he’d have left you behind if you were too sick to ride (as he’d made a point of informing you as such at the beginning of your journey.). Even when he turns back around to return to Silver Bullet you can’t help but panic thinking that he’s going to leave, but you practically sag with relief when he hoists his pack from Silver Bullet’s saddle and turns back to you, telling you to get inside.

For what it’s worth, he’s the only one that might actually take proper care of you rather than just existing around you while you try to take care of it yourself. He doesn’t trust bundling you into someone else’s care, not believing that they’ll do a good job in taking care of you in his absence, so of course it’s going to fall to him if he doesn’t think they’re capable. He’s firm on you staying in bed - he’s not about to let you wander around and risk getting even sicker. Even if he’s knowledge is with preventing sickness it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t come prepared just in case sickness couldn’t be avoided. You’re surprised to find that he’s a rather decent cook at making good food out of essentially nothing, and almost have to do a double take when he comes back with a bowl of soup and a small plate of medicine. Diego promptly shoves the medicine into your hands, gruffly ordering you to stop wasting time and take them while he rests the bowl onto the side for you to eat once you’re finished (if you ask nice enough he might just feed it to you too).

Don’t bother making any comments about how tender he’s being though - they’ll be met with half serious jokes about how if you take too long getting better he’ll still leave you here. That in turn is met with a playful threat to sneeze on him, and Diego damn near clears to the other side of the room with a swift “Don’t you dare even try it.” before settling firmly on the other side of the room for the rest of the night. While you’re sleeping he keeps an eye on you, demeanour turning somewhat somber as he watches you toss and turn clearly affected by the sickness you’re trying to purge from your system. It’s bringing back a lot of unpleasant memories, so rest assured the sooner you’re feeling okay the better - not only does he want to get out here fast, he also hates the thought of seeing you in pain for too long.

[birdiegoboom]

Guys, my JoJo addiction is out of control; I spent waaay too long carving this today. Got the idea from a similar design. I think it came out pretty well!

[mistabullets]

Baneful Ache (Kinktober Day #10 - Cockwarming)

Characters: Dio Brando x Reader

Word Count: 654

Summary: Which Dio finally lays his eggs in you.

Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader, neutral pronouns, naga!dio cockwarming, stomach bulge, double penetration in one hole, oviposition, egg laying, slight bondage, threats of death

Note: Sorry for the inactivity. Short prompt is short as I get back into the swing of things but regardless, enjoy!

You were trembling just from feeling the slight brush of Dio’s hot twin cocks brush against your sobbing and oversensitive heat.

The aphrodisiac venom was through your veins, making everything spin and sending your nerves into overdrive, heat tingling through the crown of your head to the soles of your feet. The naga’s lower tail wrapped around your abdomen, holding you tightly as he lowered you down on his leaking cocks, a smirk crossing his plush lips when he was able to push just the heads in. You were already keening - he was too thick. Your logical brain was trying to ring the alarm bells but it was drowning in the pools of pleasure as your mate inched inside you.

Even if you thought you could take no more, when you were convinced he was buried to the hilt, you would jolt in surprise when you sunk lower onto his twin lengths. He smiled proudly at the bulge of your stomach, prominent as his heavy balls met against the back of your thighs. You tried to move, squirming and being too full of your lover but Dio kept you still.

“Patience, pet… you’ll cum too soon if you move and I won’t be able to properly breed you.”

“B-But Dio, I-I’ll die if I have to wait any longer!”

Your mate elicited a dark chuckle. Rather than reassuring his human lover that it will be okay, he couldn’t help but slightly stir upwards into your needy cunt and sigh with content, “Perhaps. But at least you’ll have the pleasure of dying on my cocks, my Y/N.”

“D-Diooooo~”

You whined and tried breaking free from your bondage, only for him to grip onto you a bit too tightly. He bared his fang and his fork tongue was peeking out of his lips as he hissed at your movement, “Disobey me and I’ll make you regret it. Now be a good little human and take it.”

That got you to shut up - however, your pussy squeezed around him, arousal shot through you from wondering how he would exactly punish you if you attempted to grind against the overwhelming fullness. But you didn’t want to test those waters. Dio was a powerful naga and he could easily snap you in two if he was so pleased. He was notorious for feeding off his human partners and using them as his little playthings. You had been so lucky to survive so long, even being blessed to hold his eggs. You didn’t want to disappoint him - so you bit your teeth and tried your best to not swivel your hips against him. You fought the urge to bounce on his girthy cocks when he would adjust himself.

He couldn’t help but grin widely at your shaky legs and labored breathing. After for what seemed like an eternity, Dio picked up your smaller body and midway, dropped you back on his double lengths. You moaned, arching your back and relishing in how in one instance, you were empty, and the following second you would be full again. Dio kissed and nipped at your skin, using you as a personal cocksleeve and smirking when he felt your inner walls clamp around him as your climax was fast approaching, ready to release. Just as you tumbled from the edge of your orgasm, the tips of his cocks kissed the entrance to your womb. His warm essence spilled inside. You waited in nervous anticipation as you felt the first of many eggs slip inside and nestled comfortably within the walls of your babymaker. Dio groaned, relishing in the way your cock was milking him for his brood, imaging your heavy stomach too swollen and stretched beyond any human capacity.

“Just a few more eggs to go, my dear.”

You shuddered violently as you felt the second egg push past.

And the possibility of dying from this powerful beast seemed plausible.

[danddymaro]

It’s Fate | Dio Brando X Reader

*Mentions of Phantom Blood // Set during Stardust Crusaders *

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word Count :  1149

During SDC. (f/n) seemed so familiar to him, he couldn’t help but feel that it was fate.

It’s Fate

She'd been familiar to him right from the start, the face of the (e/c)  eyed woman bringing forth darling memories of  ' her  ', haunting him with every instance of a smile he'd been able to rouse from her in the past.

He'd been hit by the same force of before, the one that had made his heart jump, beating wildly whenever she'd been sweet enough to hold him, as well as when she looked towards him with understanding, not once questioning him.

" Where...Where did you get that?" he sneered, his eyes fixed upon the accessory pinned to the young woman's shirt, the delicately made silver piece being a clear as day antiquity.

'I...It couldn't be...' he inwardly maundered, staring directly at the silver brooch with narrowed eyes.

 -It can't possibly be the same one he remembers...

 "You can't be serious," she said while gazing down at the gift with wide eyes, the (e/c) colored orbs shining,

"Dio..." She murmured, her arms suddenly wrapped around him,"You shouldn't have," she told him, saying so in such a soft, tender manner he let a sweet, warm chuckle fall past him,

"Nonsense," He told her, because if anyone deserved nice things it was her. 

Sweetly, she lay a chaste kiss on his cheek, not having anything else that was worth all the tenderness he showed her,

"I'll treasure it." She told him, " I'll make sure to always wear it," She said with certainty, having kept her word to him.

"- I got it from some old antique shop," (f/n) said truthfully, nodding in confirmation to try and add some sort of validation to her statement.

She didn't bother to tell him how much she cherished it, nor how much it'd called out to her even though there had been other antiquities which had been in much better care.

Afraid, she answered him with truthfulness and simplicity, not wanting to have her life cut short then and there.

She wasn't surprised he'd come to hunt her down, but it was so sudden to ask about something so frivolous as the little thing pinned to her chest. It made the encounter all the more unsettling to her, but strangely enough, deep within the pit of her stomach, she felt a little fluttering feeling.

" It's no coincidence.." he muttered, his sharpened fingernails trailing down from her chin to her jugular, causing her to whither, a little frightened sound falling past her parted lips.

Even if she could activate her stand, his fingers were right over her throat whereas a single jut of his hand could slice her open, forcing her to bleed out until she gaped in misery, forced to die a slow, painful death.

"-For you to be the one to have such a thing," he said softly, eyes peering into her widened (e/c) colored ones, selfishly devouring the sight of the lovely orbs while in the intimate range,

' Our Fates are intertwined,' he thought to himself, " you were only prompted by a greater Force... You are linked to them just as their fates are intertwined with mine.... and vice versa." He spoke with a honeyed down voice that had a tone touched with sadness.

And it struck her, for a reason unknown to her, her heart grew weak by the sound of his voice as it spoke out so warmly.

'Is this what he meant?' She wondered, having been warned by Avdol about the man's magnetic force,

'But why am I crying?' She wondered, knowing that the tears that fell down her face weren't because she was afraid, but rather because she was overcome by a strange feeling of melancholy.

'I feel sadness...yet warmth. Almost as though I've waited for this man to search for me, and now that he's found me, I can let loose of all the heartache I've felt during the wait.' she mused, 'But it's impossible... so unbelievable to feel that way about someone meant to kill me. '

He didn't need The World to do his bidding as his fingers sank into her neck, and greedily he drank, stopping just as he felt her move sluggish, a soft groan leaving her as her sight began to blur.

" Fate has brought us together again," he said softly, his thumbs both collecting her tears, brushing them aside as he stared down at the beautiful woman, his heart constricted,

Was rebirth something that existed?

He wondered if this girl was somehow, in any way related to the same young woman of his past because they looked so eerily similar.

She was nearly identical, starting from the gentle gleam in her (e/c) colored eyes to the strands of (h/c) colored hair that fell down into a (light/ Dark) river beneath her as he carried her within his arms.

"Even your name is the same," He said with a fond smile, slowly processing how fortunate he truly was.

'Have you really come back to me my love?' He wondered, eyeing her sleeping face which was of his former love.

Stealing a kiss, one that lasted for just a second, he fell back in time to when he'd done just the same,  the past holding a different outcome,

He gave her a tender kiss, his lips falling upon hers in a way that showed he was devoted to her, even in death,

"(f/n)..." he murmured softly, tasting the sweetness of her blood stained lips with wet ruby eyes.

His heart would always remain hers, having no room for anyone else but her.

He'd felt weak and defeated, when for just a moment he stopped, staring down at her with hopefulness as he remembered he had no reason to dwell in sadness.

"I could bring you back my love," He told her sweetly, " You can stay this way forever, perfect and lovely... with me," he reasoned while he planned to escape with her in his arms.

- But he was stopped before he could advance more, the Joestar's eyes filled with fury,

"Unhand her now!" Jonathan said with firmness, "You've made her suffer enough Dio, and I won't let you defile her now in death!" He declared.

The blue-eyed male was well aware of the newfound powers of the foe before him, and he wouldn't allow him to selfishly disrupt her peace now.

 "We have yet another opportunity my dear," He said while cradling her near, " And this time,  there will be no one to stand in our way," He said tenderly, already having planned to eradicate the Joestar bloodline, but now willing to bring forth the full force of his viciousness to make certain there were no repeated mistakes.

- In the end, Jonathan Joestar had come out on top, forcing Dio back, the golden-haired male's arms empty as his heart was filled with darkness and woe.

"You won't be torn from my grasp again my darling, my (f/n)...

Is this not why you came back to me? Is this not why fate has brought you back to to me?" He questioned her, sporting a softhearted smile, accepting it all because in his mind it was meant to be. 

[ifuckinglovedio]

Here you go, @emraldblade16

I just realized I didn't say anything about my carrd (and therefore rules) on my pinned post... maybe I should've made some things clearer. But, since you couldnt have known, I've decided to make a one time exception to my rules. I hope this is about what you wanted? I wasnt sure how to go about this, and extremly anxious, trying to make sure I do well. I hope you like it QwQ

(Btw, I know you asked for a female reader and while I tried, these came out mostly gender neutral. I hope that's fine >~<)

Relationship headcanons for DIO, Trish & Polnareff w/ a female s/o

DIO 💚

Dio rarely truly cares for people, and love... it was almost like a foreign word to him

But you, you were... special. There was something he felt looking at you, something indescribable. He didn't understand it, but he knew he never wanted to let you go.

He sees you more often than anyone else, often demanding your presence simply to have you there

Your relationship develops gradually. There's never a big confession, but at one moment you just realized you started thinking of him as your significant other, and it was an unspoken but obvious truth he felt the same

I'd imagine him to be very affectionate towards his partner

Loves physical contact, will often have you sit on his lap while he reads or something and every once in a while press gentle kisses to your head or neck

His favourite pet names for you are darling, dear, love, sweetheart & princess

Spoils you with gifts. Whatever you could ask for, you get. What kind of god would he be if he couldn't even fulfill his lover's material desires?

Very overprotective. Won't let you leave the mansion on your own, usually sends one of his followers with you, though if he's in a good mood you might be able to convince him to have just pet shop guard you

Every once in a while you go on walks together at night. DIO practically rules over this town, and he's proud to stroll through the streets with his darling.

Often asks for your opinion on things. Even if you're not very knowledgeable about the topic, he genuinely values your opinion, and it curious what you think.

Ever since you came into his life he felt a lot more at peace and way more determined. He's sure now, so long as you're by his side no one could ever defeat him. And he'll do anything to make sure you stay.

Trish 🌸

You met her one day while strolling through the city, her vibrant outfit immediatly catching your eye.

When you saw her again later that day you just knew you had to talk to her, and so you did

You complimented her looks and she smiled, making you heart beat a little faster than usual, even more so when she told you she liked your style as well

After some small talk about fashion she gave you her phone number, saying you just had to go shopping together one day. There was a special store she wanted to take you to, and you should text her once you find some time

You two quickly became close, and you could feel yourself falling for her more and more the more time you spent with her

So when one day she confessed to you, you felt like you were dreaming. You were absolutely quiet for a minute, processing what just happened, before happily falling in her arms.

I feel like Trish would be very lowkey about relationships, but that doesn't mean you'd feel any less loved. She's just not the overly affectionate type, she prefers just spending some quality time together.

Often asks you to help with her make-up, and at least once insisted on wearing matching outfits

Sends you a "good morning" text everyday.

Bought you a strawberry flavored lipstick once. Those are her favorites.

As a pop star on the rise, she practices singing a lot, often times in front of you. Her voice is your favorite thing to listen to.

When you can't be together you often spend hours talking together on the phone.

Likes to call you "Amore" - love, or "Bella" - beautiful.

Polnareff 🤺

Absolutely the ideal boyfriend... I envy you for your great taste.

First time you met him was probably when he came up and started flirting with you. We all know he just cant resist pretty girls ~

But he wasn't what you'd expect from guys who just flirt with ladys they dont know, he was different, he was funny and charming, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his silly jokes.

He invited you to a drink, and since you were free for the afternoon anyway, you went along.

You talked the whole afternoon. He told you stories of his travels, and you quickly realized it's been a while since you felt this light hearted around someone. When it was time to go he asked whether he could see you again, and your answer was obvious.

It didn't take long before you two became a couple officially.

He tries to teach you a little French. It's his dream to go visit his home country with you one day, show you around.

You know enough french by now to understand the compliments he mumbles under his breath whenever he's caught off guard by you.

Loves complimenting you in general, but it's always geniuene.

Don't ask him to help you pick out clothes. He will genuinely find you breathtaking in everything, even if you wore a potato sack.

A very chivalrous man. He loves to make you feel special, taking you out to romantic spaces, buying dinner for you, bringing flowers

He loves to see you smile. Will often randomly tell jokes or do silly things just to hear you laugh

Watches romcoms with you and cries during the sad scenes. Takes your hand/shuffles closer to you during the overly romantic ones.

Hugs, hand-holding, kisses - hell yeah. Big into PDA.

Extremly respectful. Pays close attention to what you like and what you dislike and surprises you with things you yourself had forgotten you wanted

Tried to cook dinner for you once but failed horribly. It ended with you ordering take out and deciding you'd try together next time.

[decadedances]

muda beauty

[lenawritesjojos]

YAY ASKS ARE OPEN! Asking for Modern AU with Dio (human Dio lol) just living a normal married life with his s/o and being like a lawyer dude and his s/o doctor with GioGio as their son aka wholesome family XD

Hello! I did not have many ideas for this but I hope these headcanons are alright! :)

Modern AU Dio with doctor!s/o and Giorno as their son:

Dio would be that scary dude you might see in the subway and immediately think: “he cannot be human”. However, he is human, and a lawyer, and has a cute little family, married to his s/o and with his son Giorno.

In court, Dio Brando would be absolutely ruthless, always winning his cases and getting what he wants for his client (or for his own interest!), but when he’s with his s/o, he becomes softer and more human - even if he would never admit that.

Dio would also want only the best for Giorno. He’d make sure his son had the best future and that he studied whatever he liked - as long as it was something he deemed “acceptable”. However, since he’s not the most affectionate person, it would be up to Dio’s s/o to be the more caring and nice parent.

The three of them would be a wholesome, but somewhat intimidating family in a “don’t mess with us” way. Deep down, Dio would be very proud of what he has accomplished, and he’d be happy to have such amazing people with him, especially his s/o.