#Dante's map of hell

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[fleshwizard]

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Hellfire and damnation: my collection of vintage depictions of life in hell.

[ninoochat]

had to unfuck and map out my core sims before i add even more to the bunch @.@

[tmarshconnors]

Botticelli’s Map of Hell

Our modern vision of hell is deeply rooted in the literary and artistic works of the past, with one of the most significant contributions being Sandro Botticelli’s Map of Hell. This masterpiece, created approximately 700 years ago, offers a visual representation of the infernal realms as imagined by Dante Alighieri in his epic poem, "The Divine Comedy." The symbiotic relationship between Dante's literary creation and Botticelli's artistic interpretation has profoundly influenced how we perceive hell even today.

Dante Alighieri, an Italian poet, writer, and philosopher, penned "The Divine Comedy" in the early 14th century. The poem is divided into three parts: Inferno (Hell), Purgatorio (Purgatory), and Paradiso (Paradise). In Inferno, Dante embarks on a harrowing journey through the nine circles of hell, guided by the Roman poet Virgil. Each circle represents a different sin and its corresponding punishment, meticulously detailed by Dante’s vivid imagination and profound theological insights.

Dante’s vision of hell was revolutionary. It combined classical mythology, Christian theology, and medieval philosophy, creating a complex and terrifying afterlife landscape. His work not only reflected the religious beliefs of his time but also influenced future generations' understanding of sin, punishment, and the moral consequences of earthly actions.

About 150 years after Dante’s death, Sandro Botticelli, a renowned Renaissance painter, undertook the ambitious project of illustrating "The Divine Comedy." Among his works, the Map of Hell stands out as a detailed and haunting depiction of Dante’s infernal realms. Botticelli’s illustration, created around 1480, serves as a visual guide to the intricate and layered structure of hell described by Dante.

Botticelli’s Map of Hell is a parchment drawing that meticulously outlines the descending circles of hell, each with its unique torments and sinners. The precision and detail in Botticelli’s work capture the essence of Dante’s narrative, making the abstract horrors of hell more tangible and accessible to the viewers. His ability to convey the emotional and physical anguish of the damned souls adds a visceral quality to Dante’s literary vision.

The collaboration between Dante’s literary genius and Botticelli’s artistic mastery has had a lasting impact on our cultural and religious conception of hell. Even today, many of the common images and ideas associated with hell—such as fire and brimstone, eternal torment, and the hierarchical structure of punishments—can be traced back to Dante’s Inferno and Botticelli’s Map of Hell.

Modern depictions of hell in literature, art, and popular culture often draw inspiration from these medieval works. Whether in horror films, graphic novels, or theological discussions, the influence of Dante and Botticelli is unmistakable. Their portrayal of hell as a place of moral reckoning and divine justice continues to resonate with contemporary audiences, reflecting enduring questions about sin, punishment, and redemption.

Sandro Botticelli’s Map of Hell, based on Dante Alighieri’s "The Divine Comedy," remains a cornerstone of our understanding of the infernal realms. The interplay between Dante’s poetic vision and Botticelli’s artistic interpretation has shaped our collective imagination, defining hell for over seven centuries. As we continue to explore and reinterpret these works, their profound impact on our perception of the afterlife endures, reminding us of the power of art and literature to shape our deepest beliefs and fears.

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Also, I got some more goodies, today!! Some Heathcliff stickers and some Project Moon prints!

[somnoir]

Down Bad in Distress - Part 3

Part 2 | Masterpost

"Daniel, I heard from CW that your children are moving here." Alfred said one day.

Everyone immediately pauses, except for Danny who was happily doing the cooking while Alfred served the food.

"Danny's kids?" Tim narrows his eyes, glancing back at Jason. "Danny?"

"Yeah? Oh, right! Dick, you didn't tell them?" Danny asks, glancing over his shoulder.

Dick nervously laughs, "Slipped my mind. What's that about your kids?"

"Right, right. They didn't like being away from me all the time so they decided to move. I was hoping to enroll Ellie into Gotham Academy." Danny hums, serving Damian some vegan pancakes and patting the boy's head. "She'd be in your year, kid."

Damian scowls, swatting his hand away but it wasn't accompanied by the usual snark.

"And your son?" Dick asks, immediately being scolded by Alfred for talking while chewing.

"Dante takes a Mechanical Engineering course. It was harder for him to transfer since this would be his third year into it." Danny sighs, sounding a little tired just as he serves Bruce some coffee. "But my kid's stubborn as hell."

"How old are your children?" Bruce tilts his head, just as Danny swats away some dust of his shirt.

"Dan is 23 and Ellie is 15."

"Jason and Damian's age. Hm."

The aforementioned two immediately locked eyes, already mentally planning on tracking down the Fenton siblings. As per usual, Alfred beat them to it and quickly gave Danny an invitation.

"When are they arriving? I do hope that they can come for a meal." Alfred hums, patting Danny in the back.

"Today, actually!" Danny beams.

"You're not worried about your kids being in Gotham?" Steph asks, mouth still full. Danny doesn't even hesitate to pinch her sides when she does, making Stephanie yelp.

"My parents taught me and my sister how to fight at very young ages. My kids got the same treatment. Ellie has one hell of a right hook and Dan gets creative with whatever the hell he can use as a weapon." Danny snorts, "I got called by the principal once cause he stabbed someone with a pencil. Not that it wasn't deserved. My kid doesn't like it when people go after his friends."

"Gotham Material?" Duke asks.

"Gotham Material." Danny chuckles, "If a rogue attacks, my kids would go on with their day like nothing happened. Weird shit like that is normal back in Amity."

Ah, yes. The illusive amity park. Where everything is utterly strange. Tim still couldn't get a good background check on the small town in Illinois—a place that wasn't even marked on the fucking map.

"So..." Dick grins, "When do we get to meet them?"

Alfred clears his throat, "Would dinner suffice?"

Danny grins back, "I'll wrangle them here if I can."

The moment Bruce found out Danny had kids, something in his brain short-circuited. The knowledge alone was enough to make him reassess everything he thought he knew about his bodyguard, but hearing Danny talk about them? That was something else entirely.

Bruce had barely asked a question before Danny launched into a full-fledged monologue, his usual lazy grin stretching into something softer, brighter. Every word was laced with pride, every detail shared with the delight of a man who lived to brag about his kids.

In the span of two hours, Bruce learned more about Dante and Janelle Fenton than he knew about most people in his life.

Dante—the eldest—was a menace. An antisocial teenager with a violent streak that made Damian look like a well-adjusted honor student. Fights, trouble, a past full of missteps and regret. But Danny didn't speak about it with shame or frustration. No, he spoke with admiration, because Dante tried. He fought against his own nature, struggled to rein himself in, to be better for the people he loved.

"He’s a smart kid," Danny had said, his voice full of warmth. "Too smart. Built himself a motorcycle from scrap when he was sixteen—real Frankenstein's monster type of thing, but it runs better than my car."

Bruce had to physically stop himself from calling Jason right then and there, because if his second son found out a teenager had built the equivalent of the Batpod out of junk, he would never recover.

Then there was Janelle. Just as troublesome as her brother, but in an entirely different way. She wasn’t a fighter, at least not in the way Dante was. Her chaos was more... exploratory. She skipped class not out of defiance but because something else caught her interest. An adventurous child who saw a locked door and immediately wondered what was on the other side. A girl who thought parkour was a valid form of travel, who had given Danny a heart attack the first time he caught her flipping off rooftops like a circus performer—it reminded him of Dick when he was much younger.

"She stuck the landing, though," Danny had admitted, laughing. "I wanted to ground her forever, but I was also kinda impressed."

And the stars. Both of his kids loved the stars. Danny spoke of late-night stargazing like it was a sacred ritual, like tracing constellations in the night sky was an unbreakable bond between them. And despite the fact that Dante was technically an adult now, despite the fact that Janelle was a teenager with her own life and interests, Danny still spoke of them like they were his babies.

Bruce sat there and listened, absorbing every word. He asked questions because he wanted to know more, because watching Danny light up every time he got to talk about his kids was addicting.

It was attractive. Gods, it was attractive.

Danny Fenton loved his children unconditionally. Not just in the way he spoke of them but in the way he understood them. The way he knew them. There was no hesitance in his words, no uncertainty in their relationship. He knew their struggles, their strengths, their habits—he knew them in a way that made Bruce’s chest ache.

Because as much as he admired it, as much as he wanted to drown in the warmth of Danny’s love for his children, there was an ugly sliver of jealousy buried beneath it all.

Danny’s kids talked to him. They trusted him. There was no barrier, no invisible wall of hesitance between them.

Bruce had spent years trying to connect with his own children, trying to bridge the gaps that always seemed to widen no matter how hard he reached. He loved them with everything he had, but love alone had never been enough to stop them from pulling away.

Danny? Danny just had it. That easy, unquestionable bond. That foundation built on trust and understanding, not just duty or protection.

Bruce swallowed down the jealousy. He shoved it into the part of his mind where he buried all his regrets and let himself be smitten instead. Because damn it, responsible and loving fathers were attractive, and watching Danny Fenton light up over his kids was devastating.

Bruce isn’t surprised that after hearing Danny gush about his kids, he feels compelled—inspired, really—to introduce his own children to the Fentons properly. What does surprise him is how little convincing it takes to get his entire family to cooperate.

By the time he makes his decision, every single one of them is already waiting in the foyer, dressed, prepared, and standing with an air of near-military precision.

Bruce narrows his eyes, crossing his arms as he surveys them. "I wasn’t expecting compliance from any of you."

Damian, adjusting his hair in the reflection of a polished vase, merely scoffs. "Tt. You underestimate us, Father. We cannot afford to embarrass ourselves in front of Daniel’s family."

Jason, standing beside him, is… straightening his jacket? Running a hand through his hair like he's actually making an effort to look presentable? Damian barely spares him a glance before adding, "Todd, don’t mess this up. His eldest is the same age as you and Cassandra."

"Wouldn’t dream of it, demon brat," Jason grumbles, rolling his shoulders like he’s psyching himself up for a job interview.

Bruce is still processing this unusual display of readiness when Alfred arrives, a knowing, fond smile settling on his face as he takes in the scene.

"I must say," Alfred begins, hands clasped behind his back, "I am quite proud that none of you needed prompting. Daniel will appreciate the effort."

"You can count on us, Alfie!" Dick declares, beaming.

Steph and Tim follow up with matching thumbs-ups, their grins full of mischief but their intentions sincere.

"We'll be on our best behavior!"

Alfred simply nods, clearly amused but unwilling to acknowledge it aloud. "Very well—" Then a knock at the door interrupts, and his eyes flick toward the entrance. "Ah. It seems Daniel has arrived."

There’s a split second of calm before chaos erupts.

Bruce watches as his children all lunge for the door at once, elbowing, shoving, and stepping on each other’s feet in a desperate attempt to reach it first.

Alfred, with decades of experience in dealing with their nonsense, doesn’t bother reacting beyond stepping forward and opening the door himself. As soon as he does, he turns and pins the children with a look of utter disappointment.

The effect is immediate.

Every single one of them freezes mid-scramble, jerking upright like misbehaving students caught by a strict headmaster. With impressive speed, they fall into an eerily well-practiced formation, arranging themselves with the kind of poise that makes them indistinguishable from their usual gala appearances.

Bruce sighs. No. That won’t do.

Danny doesn’t do the whole stiff, overly formal thing. If they meet him like this, he’ll just laugh and call them out for it.

With a subtle wave of his hand, Bruce signals for them to adjust.

In an instant, their postures relax. Smiles become more natural—real rather than rehearsed. The atmosphere shifts from forced courtesy to genuine warmth.

Good.

Because if there’s one thing Bruce has learned, it’s that Danny Fenton can read through bullshit alarmingly well.

The first thing Bruce notices is that Danny isn’t in his usual suit. No high-collared, sharp-lined professionalism. Instead, he’s wearing something casual but still presentable—comfortable. It makes him look softer in a way Bruce rarely gets to see. More relaxed. More himself.

There’s a grin on his face, wide and easy, and a warmth in his eyes that Bruce has only ever seen in Alfred when the family finally gathers together after too long apart.

“Oh, you’re all here!” Danny laughs—laughs—and Bruce has to physically stop himself from reacting because—shit. That sounds good. No, not just good—amazing.

And then—

“My kids—Janelle, no! Do not chase after the turkey, and don’t pet Ace without permission! We are not kidnapping the dog—we have Cujo!"

Bruce barely has a moment to process that before Damian stiffens beside him, squaring his shoulders like he’s preparing to throw hands whoever is trying to steal their dog and turkey?

“Sorry,” Danny says sheepishly, stepping fully inside. “She likes dogs a little too much. Dante here is more of a cat person.”

Bruce doesn’t even have time to respond before Danny reaches back and pulls someone into the manor.

And—what the fuck?

For a split second, Bruce genuinely thinks Danny has somehow duplicated himself. But no. Not quite.

It’s another Fenton. Just younger. Scowlier. Broodier.

Dante Fenton is just as tall as his father, just as broad-shouldered and built. But where Danny is all easy grins and shameless affection, Dante is—well, Bruce can only describe it as Jason if he had a twin that was worse.

His arms are crossed, his expression set into a resting bitch face so perfectly executed that Bruce has seen lesser versions of it on Danny himself.

“This is my eldest, Dante—smile,” Danny practically hisses, pinching his son’s side.

Dante immediately hisses back like a feral animal, shooting his father a glare before half-assing the most reluctant, teeth-baring grimace Bruce has ever seen.

Bruce is so close to laughing.

But before he can even comment, there’s the sound of something small tearing across the yard, followed by—

“Ellie, come back here!”

Danny barely has time to sigh before bolting back outside, disappearing for only a second before returning—this time, dragging yet another Fenton into the house.

Bruce blinks. Another one.

This one’s smaller. Female. But still unmistakably a Fenton.

“This raccoon is Janelle,” Danny introduces, exasperated.

“I’m not a raccoon!” Janelle yells, pouting hard enough to make even Damian look impressed.

“You might as well be!” Danny huffs, already brushing off the dirt and grime clinging to her jeans, muttering to himself as he adjusts her hoodie and makes sure she’s not too disheveled. “Sorry,” he murmurs again, glancing up at Bruce like he’s worried he’s making a mess just by existing.

Bruce doesn’t even think before stepping forward, automatically ushering the Fentons further inside.

“No need,” he assures, as quickly and firmly as possible. “You’ve seen my kids, Danny. We have Steph.”

“Hey!”

Bruce barely registers Stephanie’s indignation because, frankly, he’s far too busy being weak over this whole situation.

Timothy Wayne-Drake has met a lot of people who love their parents. Some to a reasonable degree. Some to a concerning one. But he has never met anyone as downright possessive of their father as the Fenton siblings.

At first, he thought Dante and Janelle—sorry, Ellie—were just the skittish type. You know, new place, new people, a little wary of the freakin’ Waynes (which, fair). But, uh. No. That is not what’s happening here.

They are, quite literally, guarding Danny.

They don’t let him stay with Bruce for too long. They don’t let Danny play around with the rest of the Wayne kids unsupervised. There’s always one of them around. Always watching.

At first, it’s just funny. Like, ha-ha, protective kids, whatever. But then Tim starts realizing—

Dante and Ellie Fenton have instantly decided to be at least a little hostile to every single Wayne in the building.

Except Alfred. Because, obviously, everyone likes Alfred.

“So… Erm…” Duke, brave soul that he is, awkwardly tries to break the ice, clearly very aware of Ellie’s piercing blue eyes lasering into his soul. “I was just wondering why you two decided to move. I mean…”

“Oh, that’s simple!” Ellie laughs. Cute.

Then she grins. Not cute.

Sharp teeth. Way too sharp. Like her dad’s.

“Dad was away for too long. We didn’t like that.” Her grin widens. “And besides, Dad seems to be okay with staying in Gotham long term. Might as well move too.”

…Yeah, okay, that was definitely a threat.

There’s something in the way she says it. Something in the undertone.

Like she blames them. Like she’s implying they are the reason her father was gone for so long.

Tim resists the urge to raise his hands in surrender.

Meanwhile, Dante says nothing.

Which, honestly? Probably for the best. Ellie is friendly at least—sweet, in a way that would be reassuring if she didn’t just casually drop the most unsettling offhanded comments.

Dante, though? Dante is just vibing.

With Jason.

In the corner.

Where neither of them is speaking.

And Tim isn’t sure why that’s worse, but it is.

"Where are you guys staying at? Danny’s penthouse, or did you get a house?"

Steph plops into the seat beside Ellie, casually pulling out Uno—the game of friendship-ending grudges and betrayal.

"Jason crashed there once," she adds. "He still won’t tell us why."

Dante freezes. Stiffens visibly as he turns to Jason. His eyes narrow, analyzing. Jason immediately reacts in kind.

For a solid minute, neither of them says a word. Just—silent eye contact.

Then, like some kind of telepathic dude code agreement, Dante nods—approvingly.

Jason hums, looking pleased with that, and then just…turns back to the TV.

What the hell was that?

"Same place," Ellie huffs, like her brother didn’t just have a whole unspoken conversation with Jason. Then she perks up. "Oh, which one of you is in my year at Gotham Academy?"

Everyone, immediately and without hesitation, gestures to Damian.

"Demon Brat," Tim says, speaking for the masses.

Damian scowls, clutching Titus like the dog is his last anchor to sanity. Which, fair. Mostly because Ace—the traitor—has already defected, happily nestling into Ellie’s lap like she handcrafted him from scratch.

Ellie narrows her eyes at Damian, then grins. Wide. Too wide.

"Is that a katana?"

The room stills.

Every single person whips their head toward the katana Damian absolutely does not go anywhere without.

Then, hesitantly, they look back at Ellie.

Who has already stood up and is calmly approaching Damian like she isn’t about to start something.

"May I?" she asks, stretching a hand out.

Tim makes a mental note: this one is dangerous.

"Ellie," Dante finally speaks, voice flat but exasperated.

Damian snarls, holding the sword closer. "What makes you think I’d let you touch my blade?"

Oh, she’s smug now. That’s never good.

"I was in Japan for three months when I was twelve," she says, all nonchalant. "Met a lot of interesting people. Learned how to use and maintain katanas during that time."

Damian squints. "Prove it. How does one properly maintain a katana?"

Ellie tilts her head, almost like she’s insulted.

"You start with uchiko, obviously," she says. "Cotton ball, light taps, no rubbing. Clears out the old oil and dust. Then you use a nuguigami cloth—special cloth, not just any cloth—to wipe it down before reapplying the choji oil with an abura nugui cloth. Not too much. Just enough to coat. And for sharpening, you start with a low grit whetstone, move up gradually, and never—never—go for a high grit too early unless you want to ruin the whole edge."

She smirks. "That good enough for you?"

Damian stares.

Tim recognizes that stare. That’s the oh no, I accidentally respect this person stare.

Horrifying.

Bruce and Danny return just in time to witness what should be a nightmare scenario—Ellie handling Damian’s katana like it’s an extension of her own arm.

Damian, to the horror of everyone involved, is right next to her, calmly discussing proper forms and optimal grips like he wasn’t about to stab her five minutes ago.

Tim resists the urge to check if hell has frozen over. Give Constantine a call and everything.

Bruce, naturally, hones in on Danny with that same soft look he thinks no one notices. Gross. He clocks that shit immediately and blanches.

"Your daughter knows how to handle a katana?" Bruce asks, voice way too fond for what should be a concerned question.

Danny, like an absolute menace, doesn’t even blink. "Both of my kids like swords. Ellie just prefers the lighter and faster ones. Dante likes zweihanders and claymores." He waves a dismissive hand. Like this is normal dad talk and not insane assassin lore drop. "Never understood why you like heavy blades, though."

Dante, without missing a beat, defensively shoots back, "They just feel balanced in my hand, okay?"

Tim files that away under: Reasons to Stay on Dante’s Good Side.

Bruce, still doing the gross fond smile thing, tilts his head. "Did you teach them?"

Danny smirks. "I wish. Got a friend who trained me when I was younger. Dante pissed him off just to be taught, and Ellie followed by annoying him until he caved." He shakes his head, sighing like a put-upon father and not a man casually revealing that his kids harassed someone into giving them weapons training. "Least of the crazy shit they’ve done."

Tim immediately clocks the way Dick’s entire being lights up.

"Oh, do tell," Dick grins, leaning in.

Danny, like an absolute maniac, just shrugs and says, completely deadpan:

"Ellie once snuck out in the middle of the night, went missing for a week, and then I found her in Russia, fist-fighting an assassin just last year."

The room freezes.

Tim can physically hear the record scratch in his brain.

Danny, unbothered, continues, "Dante blew up my godfather’s car when he was about to open it."

Tim slowly turns his head toward the two Fenton siblings.

Who are grinning. The same grin. The same sharp, predatory flash of color in their definitely-not-normal blue eyes.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Tim knew Danny wasn’t human. That was accounted for.

Unfortunately, what wasn’t accounted for was the fact that Danny’s kids were also very much not human.

…He needs more caffeine for this.

[sthilarions]

So, the Dead Boy Detectives version of Hell is pretty explicitly based in Dante’s Inferno. In Dante’s Hell, the outer circle is Limbo, then next is Lust, then next is Gluttony… sound familiar? The methods of torture used aren’t the same as in Dante’s version (for instance, Lust’s torture is supposed to be a violent storm, symbolizing the howling darkness of helpless discomfort that is sex, or… some such nonsense) but the sins that get you categorized in Hell do seem to be the same (as is the Circles’ arrangement).

So please imagine for me, then, Edwin, fresh out of Hell, desperate to not go back, coming up with schemes to bolster his argument for Heaven-bound status, even forming his entire profession and afterlife’s work partly around that. And think of how Edwin is familiar with the layout of Hell, has mapped it, has been through it all and knows all the sins and their punishments.

I rather suspect that that Edwin would have a mental list of Sins in the back of his mind, and run his every action and word past it before doing or saying anything.

But the thing is, you see, Dante’s Inferno is… comprehensive. And overlapping and somewhat contradictory. You can barely act at all without running afoul of one of the Sins or other, desperately trying to thread a needle of temperance.

The Circle of Greed, for example, punishes both the avaricious and miserly, and the “prodigal” who squander their wealth. The Circle of Wrath punishes not only the actively wrathful but also the sullen, the passively wrathful, so suppressing your anger doesn’t cut it, either. (And that’s separate from the Violence area - the people in Wrath aren’t even violent, they’re being punished for just feeling anger.)

So Edwin would be all but paralyzed, at first, shying away from one Sin only to bounce back towards another.

I think within a few years the realities of living (after-living) combined with Charles’s modern sensibilities and some hefty self-reflection, and a certain amount of belief that Hell isn’t going to snatch him up at any moment, would lead Edwin to easing up. But still, I think, there would be a few things that just stick. Sins with particularly horrible punishments, or areas he spent a lot of time in or adjacent to, or just.. things that, for whatever reason, form a block in his mind.

(We know he seems to have trouble with Lust - they try to drag him down as though he is guilty.)

Perhaps, every time he tells Charles what a great detective he is, there’s a part of Edwin’s mind reminding him that Flatterers are submerged forever in a river of human excrement.

Perhaps, though he uses plenty of magic that might be called “dark”, his absolute line is divination; he won’t use any magic to see the future, thanks to the Eighth Circle’s Fourth Bolgia, which punishes those who pervert God’s laws to view the parts of God’s plan which have not yet been revealed. (It includes astrologers; Monty is forbidden fruit, a scandalous dip into sin, in more ways than one.)

Perhaps he is hesitant to sow discord between kinsmen, to cause family disunion, because the punishment is to be dismembered, hacked to pieces, pulled apart like you have pulled apart a family. (Perhaps if Charles had been abused by someone other than his father, Edwin might have responded more readily.)

[asidian]

So here's some food for thought.

Where IS the Doll House?

Edwin's map matches the levels of hell as laid out in Dante's inferno. We have:

Limbo

Lust

Gluttony

Avarice

When Charles goes to get him back, he goes through Limbo, Lust, and Gluttony. Then he consults the map, and it notes that Avarice, which should be the next level down, is the wrong way.

So Charles does not proceed to Avarice. He goes to the section in the corner, following Edwin's arrow, but there's no proper doorway. It's a torn-out section of the wall hidden behind a crane machine. That corner in the journal is missing, too, so it's not actually labeled for us as the audience.

But whatever it is, it's not a level of hell.

So what is this place? Why is it in some weird side pocket of hell? What makes it fall outside of the "standard" levels? Does this have something to do with Edwin mentioning that he got traded to "something worse than a demon"?

I don't have answers. I've just been turning this over in my head and thought it was a neat little detail.

[clubsdeuce]

i think we all go to one of these when we die

i think purgatory is probably a lot like a 24/7 2fort server with all talk and halloween mode enabled

[oolonginus]

INFERNO, CANTO IX

This is primarily inspired by the extremely compelling analysis from Teodolinda Barolini’s Commento on Digital Dante: https://digitaldante.columbia.edu/dante/divine-comedy/inferno/inferno-9/

The background image of the second page is Botticelli’s Map of Hell (La Mappa dell’Inferno)

There’s an Orphic moment in each canticle at the ninth canto (no surprise!), and in the Inferno, there’s the fear that despite the fact that Dante’s path is ensured by God’s will, he and Virgil will be forced to turn back.

At this crucial moment, Dante looks to Virgil as his trusted guide, but in reassuring him, Virgil reveals that the reason he knows the way is due to the unsettling fact that he was once the instrument of evil forces:

And what is it that summoned spirits are offered in exchange for their services? 🩸🩸🩸

[vintagerpg]

Friends, if there is one Role Aids product you should have on your shelf, it is this box set, Realms of Fantasy: To Hell and Back (1993). I have had it on my shelf for a while and kind of paid it no mind, partly because of use of a colored Doré engraving from Inferno just makes the thing seem so generic. Especially as it came out in the shadow of the very Vertigo-esque Role Aids sub-line, Demons, which was a far glitzier series of box sets. But this is the one. Pure gold. Probably my very favorite Role Aids product.

Inside are two primary books, by the late, lamented Nigel Findley. The first essentially translates Dante’s Inferno into game terms, from the first circle to the ninth. The second half of that book presents Dis, the city of hot iron, in fairly vivid detail. Grade-A stuff, distinct in character from and very much anticipating Planescape, which was still a year off.

The second book is perhaps even more interesting, because I simply didn’t expect it. Here we have profiles of other realms: Atlantis, Avalon, Faerie and, most intriguing, Selene, the city of vampires. The first trio adhere, essentially, to what you expect, with just a little bit of spice added by Findley. The fourth though, was a complete surprise, based on a vampire novel by Frenchman Paul Féval, one of three he penned decades before Stoker’s Dracula. I have never heard of this before and it is so exciting: in the original novel, the city is made of black jasper and situated near Belgrade, but normally invisible to mortal eyes until Ann Radcliffe (yes, the author of The Mysteries of Udolpho) and a band of unlikely allies lay siege to it in order to rescue a kidnapped friend. I need to read this ASAP.

There is also a pile of maps and a sheaf of monster sheets, full of interesting critters. The art throughout is excellent: the historical images, credited to P. Domain and Clip “The Clipper” Art, mix well with new work by Julian Jackson and Joe Develasco. Get this. You won’t be disappointed.

[sancta-seraphina]

Holiest for @wolfehorror's #sludgepit pitch event <3

Couldn't resist the dead dove pun sorry

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HOLIEST | THE DIVINE TRAGEDY

✨️The 'Book of Revelation' but sideways ✨️Mental illness & hallucinations ✨️Disabled characters ✨️Milton's cast in Dante's Hell ✨️Biblically accurate angels ✨️Gothic style Pandemonium built on top of a frozen lake ✨️Dead dove (metaphorically & literally) ✨️Torture used as a demonstration of love ✨️Biblical, Gothic & body horror ✨️Fallen angels (being gay) ✨️Catholic aesthetics (stained glass & guilt) ✨️Guard x Royalty dynamic ✨️Pale, sickly, pretty blond angel doing everything wrong (on purpose) ✨️Friendship betrayal ✨️Illustrations & maps by the author ✨️End-of-the-World Psychosis

[jollmaster]

asileverse!AU: Great City, Eternal Dis, the capital of the underworld

omg Dante Aligieri's Divine Comedy hi!!

a state within the empire that started as a settlement at the beginning, but has grown over time; its outline is kind of nondescript, but you still can compare it with pentagram or hexagram :D

it's 7th circle: not the Pride ring, but the Circle of Violence

height differences in Dis are quite noticeable, as the buildings have been layered one on top of the other for centuries and millennias; the center is above everything, while the areas around it gradually descend to Phlegethon and the Red Campus

ancient Rome vibe

the map made with Medieval Fantasy City Generator, bless its creator(s)!

THE TOWER: the main center, stronghold, meeting place, seat of government (there is no king in Dis, it has a parliament) and home of Belial, the mage above all mages

PANDEMONIUM: "old city" with shrines and estates of elder demons; it's impossible for the younger demons to get there (only as servants), sinners don't even breathe in that direction

MALACHOUSE: rich quarter where fallen angels, rephaim/nephilim and their offspring were first permanently settled (their descendants' families have firmly settled there)

CITADEL: protected and armed section, located far away from Phlegethon and, as a consequence, well entrenched

CRADLE: the first place of permanent hellborns' settlement with houses of stone

IRON CHAMBER: well, this is what mortals usually describe when they say that in Hell you will be roasted by devil :D (factories, melting pots, torture chambers, all that stuff)

SICKLE: section-peninsula, de jure a place for the guilty, de facto they aren't particularly restricted in movement, controlling bridges and working out punishments as watchmen and inspectors

INNER QUARTERS: no need to comment, these are younger neighborhoods in terms of construction, house of artisans, merchants and all hellborn goons

yes, CANNIBAL TOWN is also one of these quarters; it's quite small within the city, but they are close to the trade road between Collis Dominium and Free Red Campus

COLLIS DOMINIUM: populous area outside the main city walls, chaotic, densely populated and built up on a pile of hills, close to Phlegethon and forests (includes the Forest of self-murderers)

FREE RED CAMPUS: local Campus Martius with battle arenas

PESTILENTIA: "torn-up" region, because for centuries and millennia the infectious sick, the plague, syphilitics, lepers and other lovely folk have been exiled there

BANKS OF PHLEGETHON: the only area of 7th Circle where the majority of the population is sinners, cut off from the city by the river

Hazbin Hotel: Asileverse AU — Masterpost

[mayapapaya33]

So maybe I'm in a very niche corner of the internet, but I really need the same Dante's Inferno nerds that crawled out of the woodwork for Unreal Unearth by Hozier to come watch Dead Boy Detectives and analyze the shit out of it Please and Thank You. Edwin's Notebook with the map of Hell in it is very Dante. In episode 7 we clearly went through parts of Limbo, Lust and Gluttony to get to the Creepy Babydoll Spider Demon place, fuck if I know what part of Hell that was lol. Thank you in advance.

[icycoldninja]

Can you write the DMC boys having a small crush on a fellow devil hunter of the DMC crew who dresses and fight in a similar fashion like the hunter from Bloodborne?

(Imagine having to explain to them, especially Vergil that a pizza cutter-like weapon is actually practical and not for show)

Anyways, the reader always have her mask up, and it kind of confuses them like “Never during my time with you have I seen you without your mask” and it doesn’t help when she also rarely takes off her hat as well, making them harder to map out her features

So one day, while on a mission to slay a devil, let’s say the devil’s claw barely misses her face when she duck, letting the claw tear down her mask accidentally. While she’s busy ducking, the boys are caught up in a trance like:

Only when she called them out to give her a hand, did they snapped out of their trance as they assisted her.

Finally after slaying the devil, she was busy grumbling about her torn mask and chipped hat did she get a small tap on her shoulder, stood the boys shyly (but somewhat in a smuggishly flirty tone) complimenting her looks

She looks somewhat perplexed like “You know there are scars and burn marks right?” And they’re like “Nah, you’re still one hell of a fine lady”

P/S: this is a bit of the info about the hunter if you’re interested (https://bloodborne.fandom.com/wiki/The_Hunter)

Yes, of course! Enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x The Hunter-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante always thought you dressed like a badass, thinking all that leather was cool as hell.

-He likes your hat, because he has a hat too, though he wished you'd unmask yourself every now and then. He wanted to see you, to see what you looked like.

-Then one day you guys were out fighting some demons, the damn things clawed at your face and ripped off your mask. Though you managed to kill them, your face was now exposed.

-Not to worry, Dante wasn't going to judge. If anything, he was amazed, unable to take his eyes off of you. It was like a baby getting to see his mother for the first time, the love and adoration he already had for you surged through the sky now that he had a face to connect to the voice.

-While you stood there, grumbling about your destroyed mask, Dante snuck up behind you, tapped you on the shoulder, and immediately began complimenting you, saying you had to be the most beautiful woman he's ever met besides his mother.

-He doesn't care if there are scars or burn marks; you're the fairest in the land in his eyes.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil thought you dressed in the way befitting a demon hunter, not really caring whether you kept your face hidden or not.

-Couldn't understand what your giant knife thingy was for, and after a while of thinking about it, came to the conclusion that it was a massive pizza cutter. Imagine his surprise when you explained it had a practical function.

-One day, as you guys were battling a group of particularly nasty demons, your mask was ripped off.

-While you and Vergil worked to clear away the demons, the latter discovered he was having a very hard time taking his eyes off you.

-After the fight was over, and you stood panting and mumbling about where you'd find another mask, Vergil approached you, and with a slight frown, he told you he thought you were beautiful.

-It didn't matter whether you had scars or not, he thought you were the most gorgeous woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

□ Nero □

-Nero liked your fighting style and your clothes, thinking you were pretty badass for dressing like that.

-He was honestly thinking about dressing up like you, but didn't want to copy your style.

-He knows there's a reason for you to keep that mask on, but when he tried asking you about it, you ended up having a back and forth (kinda like Ghost & Soap if u know who those are) that didn't end all that well.

-When you were fighting demons together, Nero was shocked to see a demon run up and rip your mask off, though it was a good thing that it only got your mask and not your face.

-Nero was absolutely frozen in shock as he stared at you, all awareness of the world around him disappearing for a few short minutes.

-When the fight was over, Nero walked up and somewhat shyly confessed that he found you extraordinarily beautiful, scars, burns, and all.

● V ●

-V always thought you were enchanting, from the way you moved to the way you spoke.

-He couldn't care less whether you showed your face to him; to each their own.

-V was fascinated with your weird pizza cutter weapon, and loved to watch you use it.

-When you were out fighting the demon and got your mask torn off, V was mesmerized. Your beauty was unlike anything he'd ever seen, unique and dazzling all at the same time.

-Had Griffon and Shadow not yanked him out of the way in time, he might have died.

-Once the fighting was over, V approached you and gently tapped you on the shoulder, expressing how lovely he thought you were, despite anything you might feel insecure about.