i lost track of time and tunglrs fucking bullshit distracted me... to whomst do i owe replies

ughhhhh i'm going to stay on tumblr. for now. for the time being.

psa i might move to discord exclusively soon! tumblr is being a Shithole lately and i cant stand it

@epitaffia

❝Diavolo isn't used to this. He's so, so not used to this. When the stranger tells him to get away, he just freezes, still holding the shitty umbrella like a bat. His head begins to hurt, the mud beneath his boots begins to feel less solid. He tries to ground himself. Now's not the time for dissociation!

Through the wet raindrops on his crimson eyeglasses, all he can make out is pink and purple - and red? - on human skin.

Something in him nudges him to a different curse of action. This stranger might be down, but they are tall and not weakly built. Dia's shitty umbrella won't do anything to them. If they wanted to hurt him… they could. It'd be better to clear off the raindrops and be able to see, so he could run if he had to.

Though, with his luck, Dia muses sadly, he'd slip and fall face first into the mud instead.

Another suggestion seeps into his mind. The stranger is wounded. What if they're not a danger, but need help?

Now that is laughable. Not with Dia's luck! This person is probably a-, a serial killer! Or... something.

Still, he slowly lowers the umbrella, moves it between his ribs and bicep instead, and tries to use his now free hands to clean his glasses as fast as he can.

His shuffling causes the umbrella to fall with a wet splash onto the mud, and Dia winces. Well. At least he can see now.

And it's… a strange sight. Not one he expected.

Still, Diavolo doesn't have time to dwell on the sheer similarity of this stranger's face and hair to his own. When they next speak, they ask a question, one that demands an answer.

"I-I'm an archaeologist!" He sputters, "please don't hurt me!"

He, then, realizes - the stranger did not speak to him in Portuguese, and, by instinct, Dia responded in the same tongue. A tongue he seldom speaks on a day to day basis anymore.

"W-wait. Are you- are you Italian?"

Dia's headache starts to get worse.

@steavia

❝As she busies herself behind the counter, Alice's voice still carries over, echoes in the small interior, with only the noise of water boiling as its company.

"To be honest, no. And… I'm happy for it. The cafe is pretty chill around now, and I like it. It gets busier later, sure, but… right now… it's just peaceful. Gives me room to think. To be," then Alice remembers they're in a service position. They look at Tea Brunette from behind the counter. "And the drinks I make turn out the better for it, too," the easy smile widens artificially, and then, when Alice turns back to the drink making, it softens again.

"We got a batch of fresh mints and chamomile from Lucrezia's flower shop today," they say, offhandedly. Alice might not be the best talker, but they do enjoy filling the air. "I was trying them earlier… I think you'll find the tea a little sweeter than usual, so maybe, like, use one drop less of stevia, yeah?"

Alice observes the infusion with attention. When the desired hue appears, they pour the liquid into the delicate porcelain teacup. They don't realize that their "filling the air" has turned into rambling.

"Y'know, I've been getting really into mints, lately," and their face turns serious, almost intense, as they place a decorative little sprig of chamomile on the left of the cup. "I've been experimenting with the hot cocoas and different types of mint… how it changes the taste to use spearmint, peppermints, apple mints… "

Alice also does not notice the opalescent aura starting to enclose them. Moonchild begins to manifest, called forth by Alice's mint excitement. Or, perhaps, excitemint. They add the courtesy amaretto on the right of the teacup.

"I think I like it with peppermint more, but I have to add on less of it or it gets nasty instead. Man, when the cold seasons come, I'll be so prepared. The hot chocolate specials will be to die for. Ah, but listen to me, rambling on about mints. Sorry," Alice's cheeks flush a little as she sets down the cup on Tea Brunette's table. Damn… Alice really has to learn their customers' names instead of giving them these silly nicknames in their head.

Alice realizes, then, that their Stand has manifested. She notices its butterfly-like wings moving on the corner of her vision, as it swims around her in soothing motions. They try not to startle, after all, "normal" people can't see them and Alice doesn't want to creep Tea Brunette by getting spooked from nothing. Still, Moonchild's presence isn't unwelcome.

"Enjoy your tea!" Alice says, and finally looks up from the cup to her client.

time to work on replys! waahoo!

hes so depressed and self destructive he hates being alive but he enjoys the few moments of bliss with sex and drugs if he can turn the static of his mind off he will have it and he will have it until theres nothing left. he hates the way diavolo chooses to protect them but also cant suggest a better way bc he thinks theyd be better off dead anyway. hes sad hes angry hes traumatized and needs therapy. hes so fucking beautiful it huuuuuuurts and he deserves better but thinks hes worth nothing. then diavolo doubles down on being fates special little princess and being at the apex and solido doesnt know why smh. they're mirror images theyre total opposites and i need them to spit roast me in their mind palace . but above all i need them to get a really good therapist. please.

goddd thinkin abt sol again. i know my version of sol is like 'im gonna take this name that the canon character used as an alias according to the story and make it a whole guy' and then i fell in love with the guy. his depressed suicidal hypersexual apathetic perpetually pissed off swag has me bewiiiiitcheeeeeddddd

drawing solido :3c

moar progress on my new code :3

peek at the new code im working on >:3

the reason why i want to make my own character page is bc i've been using the same heavily frankensteined modified theme someone else made and i fucked with for yeeears and it HAS BUGS. i'm a front end programmer now i should make my own code lmao

YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE HTML IN CARRD???????????????????????

NEOCITIES IT THEN. FUCK ITTT

might move my character pages to a carrd cause if i'm gonna code smthn from scratch i'd like to add some javascript. i'm trying to do a css target navigation panel but my god what a pain it is not to have smooth transition animations lol. fuck tumblr for that javascrpt ban on pages tbh.

EDIT- NEVER FUCKING MIND cause you can't actually code in carrd lmao. so im gonna move it to neocities instead

I've added Alice's Stand abilities to their page!

Moonchild's primary ability is "The Illusion" - an area of effect attack, of 5 meter radius, in which anyone except its user has their worst memories or traumatic events surface to the forefront of their mind. They begin to hallucinate, relive any traumatic events, and their bodies will slowly deteriorate in a manner that matches whatever memory they're reliving, up to their death, potentially. The time it takes for final deterioration varies from person to person, and is generally quicker the more traumatic a person's past. Generally, it will vary from 3 to 10 minutes. Its area of effect is a 5 meter radius, at a range of 15 meters. Moonchild has a secondary ability, "The Dream". It permits Alice to lucid dream at will, vividly, and, more importantly, it allows them to enter and interact with someone else's headspace, or "mind palace". They can potentially interact with lucid dreams of others as well. Alice can only use this skill when their body is asleep, and within range of whoever they want to interact with. They can also allow others to move from their headspace into their own "mind palace" in this manner. When "The Dream" is active, Alice's body is unresponsive to most external stimuli - like a heavy sleeper. Alice can expel others from their mind palace at any time, and whoever they are interacting with can also expel her from their mind at any point. When "The Dream" effect ends, Alice's body can be more easily awakened. Its range is of 15 meters.

@tribunale

❝Solido, in a rare moment of tact, bites his tongue. Diavolo, through his runny mascara, cannot help himself:

"You may yet be right. Though you are the illusion, not I, there is a shred of truth. But we are going in circles, no matter what, thanks to… that brat. Circles of death. Of an endless end."

In their shared mind, Diavolo looks at Solido. Both of them tired, eyes red and swollen, bodies almost bruised. Solido's usually short and scruffy hair is a mess of tangles much like Diavolo's own. Their green eyes lock their gaze unto one another, a silent offering of ashamed truce. A wordless acceptance of that offer. They look away, back into the world outside their mind.

Then, Solido latches onto one word the other Diavolo had said, one word in particular which causes his brow to furrow.

"Wait, who's Amaretto?"

@tribunale

❝"I used to believe that myself," says Diavolo, with a modicum of sympathy amidst the apathy induced by all his deathless deaths. "That I would not give up. That there had to be a way back to the top, to recover my throne... I am not so sure anymore. It seems… we have lost the favor of fate itself."

Lost it to Giorno Giovanna, he thinks, bitterly. Through all this time, he still does not understand how he could fall from grace the way he did. How a mere child could dethrone him. And how fate, in the end, discarded him in favor of another.

"You still don't get it, do you?" Solido asks "his" Diavolo, aloud. "All that bullshit about being favored? It was all just that: bullshit. There was never any fucking favor, how could there have been when we grew up the way e did? You just got in way over your head with your new power. Had to mow down everything that challenged you, didn't you? Face it, brother, you were wrong," Solido's expression sours even futher. "I can't believe you still don't fucking get that. Can't admit it, even now."

Diavolo, to his credit, feels offended. "Everything I did was for a reason! There was a point to stay at the apex! So nobody could-… So we wouldn't-… All I did, I did to protect-"

"Shut it! I don't give a fuck if you genuinely thought this was all to protect us. My ass that it was! In the end you failed us!," Solido is fuming now, bringing that anger coursing in their veins to the surface, in an explosion of rage and tears. "You failed to protect Doppio, you failed to protect me, and you failed to protect your own fucking self. And you know why? Because once you had a taste of all that power, it changed you! You were an addict as much as me. As much as the people who bought your dope. But your drug wasn't any coke, ti wasn't heroin, it was all that fucking power. Staying at the fucking top. Paranoid that it was gonna be taken away from you. No fucking wonder it was. I fucking knew this was gonna happen one day, but you and King Crimson just had to keep me out of the way, huh?"

"You would have killed us both had I not done so! Do you truly think keeping you dormant was my first choice?" Diavolo explodes back, ignoring the biting criticism of Solido's words, wanting to accuse him back, wanting to justify himself. "You courted death on a daily basis, you would have thrown our lives away because of the past. I chose to burn it down, I chose to erase it, whereas you were stuck inside it, and wanted to die because of it. You are my brother, and I love you, but you gave me no choice! You endangered us all, Solido!"

They've had this argument before. It always ends the same. It's as much a loop as their endless deaths. Something inside him churns each time, like a heartbreak happening over and over again. Like they're breaking apart at the seams, and, one day, they'll come undone and disappear.

It's the only display of emotion they seem to know now.

"And you fucking didn't? Look at us! If I'd done it, at least we'd only have died once! You fucking cunt!" Solido shouts in response, and then they both remember they were not alone. They slowly move their eyes to gaze upon the other Diavolo, their mirror, their twin.

"Fuck!" muffled into their forearm, Solido screams, but as he does, so does Diavolo, and so do all the parts of him, all in pain, all in misery.