oh my goodness your dios.. what a delight to see someone so fully invested in phantom blood dio wow. i am very happy. i love your 3D dios. really makes me want to sculpt him as well
Do it... clay is cheap bake it in the oven paint with 10 dollar set of acrylics your life will never be better. I adore phantom blood Dio so very much... years ago saw someone coin the term “phantom blood purist” and it's so funny I think about it literally every time I enter a Dio cycle. There are many aspects that go into this preference of course, and upon a great amount of time pondering i can say confidently that this is because mainly that:
1) I love history (especially the fin de siècle) and I love thinking about him in relation to Victorian values/etiquette/sociology in general... there's something so special about a society that enabled such a gross disparity of wealth&poverty while being so inherently pretentious that its asinine etiquette rules would completely elude you unless you were raised in an aristocratic family or had access to etiquette books. Dio absolutely read a great amount of these before going to the Joestar mansion btw, even before his father snuffed it I think. God help him he would not be doomed to look like a slovenly ill-bred gamin if and when he needed to manipulate the upper classes. I really can't think of a way for him to have developed these skills enough to outclass Jonathan otherwise. god and like thinking about him as a barrister too with his profligate fashion sense you just KNOW he gets drawn that way into all of the court sketches that go in all the newspapers since everyone loved to read about crime and there were a million papers for this in England alone... he'd get caricatured so bad sometimes and he is NOT happy about this.
2) You can probably tell from my indifference to the rest of the parts (except sbr; I call this the "diego rule") that I'm not the biggest fan of fantastical elements and I'm much more interested in interpersonal conflict/relationships in general... PB is extremely unique to the rest of the series because for five WHOLE chapters absolutely nothing abnormal happens and we just get to see Dio harassing Jonathan and his girlfriend until Jonathan snaps and humiliates him so bad in beating him up that he makes Dio cry. and then Dio kills his dog. Like it's literally just some impoverished child abuse victim bullying a spoiled rich kid who wanted to be his friend because lalala sunshine daisies only knows what "poverty" is from reading Oliver Twist and has no conceptual understanding of what the real-world implications of that are. That was the character development that needed multiple chapters to develop it's so fucking awesome. like yeah I'd read an entire novel of just this alone happening and how it impacts their relationship as adults no vampirism needed. I reread "dio the invader" so frequently I'm surprised the spine of my jojonium copy isn't cracked at the exact endpoint of it. I just adore him interacting with Jonathan so much it's hard to remove him from that… that's his FOIL... all the stories (some "AUs") I make with Dio involve the way he and Jonathan gravitate each other to some degree. we get the clearest view of who he is in the face of someone who is the polar opposite of himself. 🤯
2) This iteration of him is the closest degree of separation he has from his "humanity" (childhood), thus
3) I find him to be the most interesting, endearing, etc., version of him walking around, given that... well. behaviors stem from somewhere... the thematic & active severance of himself from a species he is fundamentally incapable of connecting with due to the way he adapted to help him tolerate his childhood... from his point of view I can't imagine that there is one convincing reason for him to continue being human after given the opportunity to deviate from it (despite likely still being inebriated when he vamped himself — very much an impulsive decision since he had, what, an hour or two to think that through? drunk?). If everyone's underneath him, yes, after the fact the choice seems extremely fitting. Maybe he'll cultivate a vast swathe of worshippers and disciples that obey his every command. Maybe he'll rule the world. And then, maybe, he will start to feel genuinely content for the first time in his life. But probably not. That's the drawback of having something fundamentally missing from within you.
4) He lacks a certain type of introspective awareness that 100 years alone in a box might enable him to develop... he's very animalistic to me and possesses a precarious/immature/nonexistent grasp on his emotions just given the fact that he exhibits enraged outbursts from perceived ego wounds (in both childhood and adulthood) + struggles with alcoholism due to an incapacity to self-soothe any sort of negative emotion that makes it past the self-aggrandizing filter he can't help but see life through; he really isn't in conscious control of anything happening inside of him despite needing control over everything and everyone so he can get exactly what he wants, and deserves, always. PB paints a very dim and pathetic view of his character by allowing us to see when he's most "vulnerable", which is the thing he likely hates being the most, so getting to see scenes where he's walking around publicly intoxicated and disparaging himself for acting like his father (implied: again), who he hates, and attacking men with a wine bottle for evoking the concept of his mother, who he also kind of hates but lacks the cognizant cogency to dissolve whatever cognitive dissonance is causing this mental incongruence, rules. he rules
tl;dr SDC dio is "iconic" but I feel like he misses a lot of the charm he had in part one, removed from the context of the society that had such rigid social boundaries and rules of decorum, in addition to his maladaptive approach to interpersonal relationships, his substance abuse issues, his humbling foil... he's too "cool" for me. In the end SDC dio is simply not my Dio... he is someone else's Dio. And that's okay.
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Uncle Nina Peppermint, I am sorry tumblr 'Got' you. But I was reading through your HCs and it got me thinking about when you talked about when Style is finally dating and Stan getting StanBanned for flirting with Kyle while he's studying...Do you have an example? Eyes Emoji...It can be spicy...
ohhhhh my god. thank you for your condolences, i'm crying! you know what i was in jail so i also put stan in jail lmaoooooo. which brings me to...yes absolutely. i doooooo have an example. this ask was so iconic i, like, kind of started to write a one shot about it, but then i got lazy and remembered i have to answer my comments and start writing thirteen, so you can have like four paragraphs of fleshed out writing and like a million skeleton lines of dialogue. it's not that spicy like literally pep!stan and kyle are in the trenches of horny jail for their indecent thoughts in every chapter like every four lines so it's like not worse than that but it's under a read more anyways.
also honestly...bless you. i was like man i hate when the boys are miserable and dying this sucks so bad, so anytime i can write them being happy and in love is like...so peaceful. stan tho...is really annoying. i would also stan ban that bitch! banished to the shadHOE realm! but here is this, it's something and nothing, i hope you laugh.
“Stan, I’m TRYING to study!”
Kyle complained as he strained his eyes trying to still the words printed across the pages of the math textbook he was holding up to his face which were now jumping all over the place due to his super best boyfriend using the bottom of said math textbook as a school-supplied skate park for Kyle’s eraser...
...Which he was using as a Tech Deck.
“Well, you’re not doing a very good job.” Stan shot back after doing a sick synthetic rubber kickflip that was so obnoxious it caused page 159 to turn involuntarily, aggravating Kyle to no end.
“And just whose fault is that, exactly?” Kyle interrogated hotly, narrowing his emerald eyes at Stan, whose lovely, very distractingly perfect head was in his lap and was feigning total innocence like Kyle had raised an absolutely ridiculous accusation against him.
He gasped and clasped a hand over his chest, totally aghast.
Kyle groaned.
“I’m sooooo helpful! Like if you drop your big, dumb, heavy nerd boy textbook, I’ll break its fall with my face and it won’t hurt your lap at all! I’m holding your e r a s e r! And—ANNNND!”
Stan had started to protest as he ducked under the arm of the annoyed boy, pulling himself into a sitting position before leaning up towards Kyle’s cheek and blowing a warm, minty jet of air at it, which left an guilty, culpable line of blush where Stan’s breath had kissed his skin.
“You had an eyelash.” He stated with far too much pride and excitement before his brow furrowed at a sudden realization. “Wait. FUCK. You didn’t make a wish.”
Stan nudged Kyle with his elbow urgently, like it was of the utmost importance he did so.
“Hurry up! Go make your wish, dummy!” He pestered and persisted.
“I wish you would stop annoying me while I am studying.” Kyle deadpanned.
Which was fine because Stan’s voice bore all the animation and energy needed to carry the both of them as he stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, mocking him childishly.
Note: It’s all fun and games falling madly in love with your best friend, the boy next door, and seemingly most flawless person on Earth until you realize that in doing so you were blind to a very incriminating and important piece of evidence…
That being that he’s extremely fucking annoying.
Yes, unfortunately, Stanley Marsh was a living, breathing testament to the fact that a person’s physical beauty, does not counteract how absolutely annoying they can be. Actually, Kyle Broflovski had no scientific evidence to back up this claim, but having dated his best friend for two months, he was certain that somehow the more absolutely radiant you were, the more irritating you were. Because Stanley Marsh was very, very radiant and very, very, very irritating.
“Haha! You’re supposed to make your wish silently! If you say it out loud it won’t come true!”
“You didn’t—“
Kyle started to argue before biting his tongue and swallowing back an argument that he literally did not have time to be having right now as he painstakingly slid his glasses down the bridge of his nose and aggressively scrubbed the circular lenses of the unsightly, practically prehistoric looking things, now all fogged up by the bewitching, breathtaking peppermint breeze that had escaped between said radiant, irritating boy’s lips
…which he was trying very hard not to think about.
That was very difficult to do, of course, when the side of your face was being poked violently a million times by a badly painted, black Hot Topic polished index finger and your name was being called over and over again with the firing rate of a machine gun that sounded something like:
“Ky! Kyle! Kyle! KylekylekyleKYLEKYLEKYL—“
His head whipped around like he was swinging a battle-axe.
“W H A T !?”
Stan placed his head on the slope of Kyle’s shoulder and looked up at him through his eyelashes, which were very long and darkened with the smoky residues of emo boy eyeliner. Kyle held his breath, attempting aloof detachment, as Stan bat the alluring, accursed things at him several times and, as if the unsheathing of Kyle’s one true Kryptonite was not evil enough, Stan also pouted at him.
Fucking hell.
“I’m bored. Pay attention to me.” Which he tried unsuccessfully to steal as he lurched forward with his lips pursed hoping to connect with some cherry-flavored chapstick only for Kyle to jerk his head away at the last second with his eyes wide, using his textbook as an Anti-Sexy, Spearmint Stan Marsh shield.
“I’M STUDYING!” Kyle shouted, but it was more like a squeak as he attempted ( also unsuccessfully ) to shoo Stan away who had dramatically exclaimed,
“I’M STUD-D Y I N G!”
After throwing a tanned, ringed Stan-Hand over his eyes like the world was so cruel and horrible. “I cannot beeeeelieve you would rather learn about Progagility than makeout!”
“It’s probability. But…that was a really good guess. The b’s do look g’s, just flipped. I’m proud of you. That was a tough one.”
He reassured with rare softness as he placed a tiny kiss on Stan’s nose. To which, Stan beamed at him, totally besotted. He earned it.
“It measures the likelihood of a certain event to occur.”
“And what is the likelihood of you putting that textbook down and sticking your tongue down my throat instead?”
“Highly unlikely. Actually less likely because you said it like that. Ew.”
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that."
"What do you mea--"
“Kairu~”
“Mmm. Hey. HEY. No. NO. Stan, absolutely NO Japanese.”
“K i s u s h i t e ?”
“Okay, fuck you! Listen…I really…I REALLY didn’t want to do this, but…”
“Stanley Randall William Marsh…”
“Ew, Ky, don’t Government Name me in that voice…”
“Due to the, however, very attractive, but damning body of evidence levied against you…By the power vested in me…”
"Waitwaitwait! Pleeeeease don—“
“I’m sentencing you to Super Best Boyfriend Jail.”
“NO WAY! AGAIN?! On what GROUNDS, Counsellor Broflovski?”
“Sexual Harassment.” “And Theft.” “That’s my favorite sweater, Klepto.”
“Hmm. I think I could get those charges dropped.” “Drop your pa--”
“ATTEMPTED SOLICITATION OF PROSTITUTION.”
“Woooooooow! I’m a prostitute!? Okay, just because I’m not a ~Prospective Prosecutor~…does not mean I’m not a professional. I’m Very Professional!…A….uh…PUNDIT, even!”
“Stan, while it is very sexy when you use your SAT words correctly…Motion denied.”
Stan made a very obscene hand gesture to Kyle’s visible distress. “ALL KINDS.”
“Ugggggggh. This is so whack, K.P! You know I hate SBF Jail! You have to wear your own clothes, no one lets you be the little spoon and everyone is so nice to you! It’s awful! No one makes fun of your hair. No one wants to kill you. No one gets mad at you for biting them all the time or staring at their ass too much in public. I hate it here!
Bail me out?”
“N o p e.” “And don’t worry, I still want to kill you.”
“And do you threaten the violent murders of all the boys who you have secret, deep seated, pent up sexual frustration towards or am I extra special?”
“Stan…”
“...Kyle?”
“Bro…”
“...Babe?”
“Go home.”
“Woooooooow. It’s because you hate me, huh?”
“Oh my god. Stan, will you PLEASE jus--”
“No, no! It’s okay! I get it! I’m just h e a r t b r o k e n. Why would you date me if you hate me so much?! Huh, Kyle! Pretty cruel, dont’cha, think? Sigh. That’s alright. I guess I’ll go lie in the street…where I belong, you know…With the other H O O K E R S! Attempting to solicit prostitution for one measly very cherry chapstick kiss! From my super mean, super WORST boyfriend who would rather do stupid MATH than m--”
“Don’t drown in a river of your own tears, Ophelia.” “That does NOT mean O-feel-me-up, Harlot! Ugh! You’re unbelievable.”
“But…If…” “IF you can wait here q u i e t l y while I finish taking my notes. The probability of making out will drastically increase…And I will consider…”
“Consider letting you out of Super Best Boyfriend Jail…on good behavior. Can you do that?”
“I can do that.”
“Okay, I’m holding you to it.”
“Now, before I change my mind…”
“Sit on my lap and hold my e r a s e r.”
Narrator VC: Kyle did not finish taking his notes.
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There's still so much to learn about Tomoya, but there's at least one thing Honey knows for certain: they have a weakness for adorable, fluffy little creatures... and, recently, she thinks she heard them mumbling something about bunnies. That's easy enough to work with!
Usagi manju, presented with several flavors to err on the side of caution: strawberry and white chocolate, semi-sweet chocolate, and matcha. Surely they'll be fond of at least one of the flavors presented, she reasons... and cuteness can make up for the rest... but, of course, there's one extra way to hedge her bets, and she happily takes it.
Nestled in amongst the batch of manju is a second, separate container: a clear round bubble containing one of those trendy, jiggly little milk-pudding kitties. just like their kitty cat!
Beneath a plum blossom tree, guarded from the late winter sunlight by the projected shadow, the ronin rests quietly so immersed in their own thoughts. Never did the current date crossed their mind nor did the sweetness in the air raise suspicion. For Tomoya this day was no different from the rest with nothing to give and nothing to get. A direct consequence of SOLITUDE they wrongfully have considered an advantage ( which, of course, ISN'T despite their stubbornness in the matter ). Again, THIS DAY was EXPECTED to BE and FEEL ORDINARY, and it would have gone that way if it wasn't because of a certain SOMEBODY.
❝ Honey, is there something you want to show me ? ❞ It hadn't taken them much to learn how to read the fellow blond like an open book. Her giddiness gave her away regularly and paired up with the fact that she had been gone for hours - one could effortlessly deduct that the fae was up to something.
What exactly ? It doesn't take a genius to know when she got the profile of someone that would INDULGE in the present festivities. Wouldn't be so out of character for her to go around giving gifts to everyone in the city; To friends, family ( a BUNNY family if their hypothesis was correct ), and a partner if she even had one. Honestly, everything about her pointed out that a celebration like this would be her favorite. So if Honey had been in the urban side of town while they were asleep, it meant that something HAD happened. Tomoya plays with the stick of hay in their mouth upon her arrival, standing fully up when the other giggled. ❝ C'mon, I already know you got something behind your back. Were you gifted something special ? ❞ They will let her show off, take it as part of the included services as her part-time samurai.
She pulls from behind her a gift worth of admiration ( and jealousy ) for those with a sweet spot for the cute and fluffy. Three different manjus shaped like bunnies spread across the dish. The shape made them arch an eyebrow, looking down at the woman. Was this another proof ? PERHAPS. They might take it as such. But going back to the dessert, each was of a different flavour and by the colors of it, they could deduce what they were about; First, white chocolate, not exactly their favorite considering how sweet it could get after the third bite ( little did they know that it had strawberries to mix it up, that's certainly an improvement ). Second, chocolate. Not so sure if it contained dark or semi-sweet but either would be better than the previous. Yes, Tomoya prefered their sweets mild. And third, MATCHA, a blessing to their PALATE. The kind of natural sweetness with a piece of bitterness, sometimes a bit grassy. THAT ONE had to be their favorite by far ( plus to imagine a viridescent rabbit got them chuckling ).
Round, cute and they could assume that undoubtedly delicious. If they had thought it couldn't get better then they were ABSOLUTELY wrong. The crown of this piece resided in that container and when Tomo gave it a closer look, a wiggly pudding cat-like treat presents before them. It is in this instant of realization that they let out a gasp as their violet hues widen up. This treat looking all so similar to the little miss sleeping in the branches of the tree. When Honey wiggles the plate with caution, the pudding moves - for a second looking as if it was dancing. This. . . THIS WAS PERFECT. The dot eyes, a white coating similar to her fur and those small jiggling from one side to another. The flavour didn't matter ( unless it was mint ) when something so cute could be possible ! Gods, it was embarrassing just how easy this could make them smile, even wider than hers to everyone's surprise.
The other hands it to her and the first they do is to give it a quick shake, getting once again that same wiggle. ❝ Honey this is- ! ❞ Whoever had gifted her this had an amazing taste. It's as if this was targeted to them, as if this was meant to no one other than . . .
❝ Wait. . . . IS THIS FOR ME ? ! ❞
Who is the smartest between the two ? At this point, no idea. It took them this much to FIGURE IT OUT by themselves. Their mouth suddenly felt dried and a burning sensation grows in their features. Their gaze shifts from her then back to the treat and again, to HER. Honey didn't have to do any of this yet she did . . . Could it be that she planned this all along ? Was that the reason she told them to wait here ? It does make sense now . . .THAT CLEVER LITTLE RABBIT ( not a rabbit ) ! ! !
They don't know how to reply to this. It's no secret that they aren't USED TO receiving gifts. But the words that came out first felt right to say. Although impossible to keep it for long, they will make every bite count the effort she put in it. ❝ This. . . this is LOVELY. . . THANK YOU. ❞
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