#dire ..

[kots-kots]

HOLY FUCK IT TOOK SO LONG CUZ I WAS GETTING ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED BY SCHOOL BUT MONSTER HIGH AU PART 2!!!!!

thank u to veni for the franken dire idea cuz 🤑🤑🤑 direstraits

dire probably is like. the physical deaducation teacher. straizo is probably something buttass like AP lit or some English class.. William probably home ick or aquaculture

straizo is like the zestiest teacher who claims he’s straight but he’s!!! actually a fruit

straizo was a normie/human who was a mad scientist and then like. dire was also a normie but mf died so he went like “THAAAAT’S IT!” and dedicated his life to resurrect him

he got a white streak from overworking and that gave him the extreme phobia of growing old so he became a vampire >_<

baron zeppeli knows spw has a crush on Jonathan so he’s like “hmmm why don’t u guys watch out for each other ahahah…” cuz Jonathan be catching strays left n right!!! and he’s like. go teach him the street life basics

nijimura brothers are gargoyles cuz idk stone butches

rohan is a spider based off of Anansi (the god of storytelling iirc) plus it references the spider he licked in his episode 😭 he spins and weaves intricate stories while catching prey for the juiciest deets!

josuke is a werewolf sorcerer who specializes in healing spells 😛 I was thinking hamon users also use sorcery or something magical of the sort

also if u have any ideas or suggestions on what species other characters may be feel free to share them 🤑🤑comments or inbox idm

[june-egbert-official]

This is an emergency.

Two other trans women rely on me for food and shelter and I'm currently 33 dollars on the NEGATIVE.

If you've ever told yourself or others how you're a great ally to trans women, or you love us and are so sad what Matt did, now is your chance to fucking PROVE IT. Help one fucking survive.

[ragazzoarcano]

[jonaeris-blog]

FIRST POST!! A redraw of a phantomblood screenshot

[twst-drabbles]

Dire 11

Summary: Mr. Crowley's had been…insistent as of late. Mentioning all his new furniture items he just ordered, his beautiful flowers he just made blossom, and all the leftover food that he just can't eat himself. He's really gotta learn to just ask outright, it's not a crime to ask you to come over.

(Crowley can never be forth coming, he's gotta beat around the bush because being blunt will apparently make him explode. Anyways, I was silent for so long because my family and I are in the process of moving. We're still not done, we're just waiting for the water to turn on. Ugh…)

"And woe is me, I keep making too many sweets for me to consume," Crowley pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, as if he's about to faint, "all the food, soon to go to waste! Doesn't a tragedy like that just make you want to cry?" He even sniffled as he laid on your couch, shoes propped up on the arm.

Huh, look at that, his shoes are shinier than the river pebbles you've seen on your hikes. Even his clothes are immaculate today. Huh. He's really bringing his A game today. Why is that? Is today anything special?

Hmm…no you don't think so. Your birthday isn't coming and neither is Crowley's, and holidays usually bring a more decorative side to Crowley.

…he wants you to come over to his house. You used to do that a lot, way back when you were smaller and his house used to be a magical marvel to your curious eyes. Probably got sentimental in the middle of the night and now he's making it his life's goal to have you come over to his house, but without him being outright about it, because somehow asking would ruin the dream of it all.

You could just go over. Wouldn't be much of a problem and it's not like you hate his house. But, you do like messing with him.

…yeah you're gonna mess with him.

"Donate the food then." You plucked Ace right off your shoulder, who squirmed in your hold as if it was an injustice that you stopped his poking of your cheek. "Shouldn't be too much trouble. Lot of the neighbors wouldn't complain about that."

"Oh but then I would have to walk around and ask and make sure I list out all of the allergens within, because you know I love to experiment, and then I would have to--" Then, as if a a loose wire in his brain suddenly connected, Crowley sat straight up. "That's right! I have new furniture! Beautiful, beautiful things I found, on sale as well! Oh how I wish for someone to come see it and give it the compliments it deserves."

Ace, despite his limited understanding of the human language as a whole, paused in your hand and looked at Crowley with what you can best describe as disdain.

You just snorted. "Hope you find that person soon then, Mr. Crowley." You put Ace down and he trotted out the window, clearly wanting to escape the crow man and his antics.

Crowley huffed, caught himself, then shifted into clearing his throat. "There's also the flowers I've managed to bloom the other month. The seasons are changing soon and it won't be long before my entire garden is forced to shift from that perfection I have. Magical plants, while unique in their appearance, can have such fickle conditions."

"Oh don't I know it." Riddle popped in his head, glanced at you, then at Crowley as his eyes sparkled beneath his mask, then dipped out. Ha. "Take some pictures then, don't you have the old camera of yours? Might be a good time to put it to good use."

Crowley stood up, perfect customer service smile plastered on his face. He took a few steps towards you, never once faltering in his expression. He opened his arms, decorative claws glinting gold in the daylight. You simply stared at him.

Then, after a few moments of silence, Crowley broke. "Are you truly that heartless?! When you see a pitiful being such as me lament about my endless loneliness, the logical course of action would be to offer comfort and visit! And after all these years of blessing you with my endless kindness, to think you would be this ungrateful…oh what has this world come to?"

Wow, he has actual tears in his eyes. That's impressive.

You couldn't help the laughter that sputtered out of you. Apparently that was enough for Crowley to drop the dramatics and cross his arms.

"…you're cruel, toying with my emotions like that."

"You just make it too easy, Crowley." You patted his arm. "Alrighty, alrighty, now tell me, what do you want?"

"I want you to visit me, roam through the halls of my house, admire my furniture, my flowers, and eat food with me at my dining table, like you used to when you were barely knee high."

"There we go, now was that so hard?"

Crowley's jaw set tight. "Yes, yes it was."

[ggunbusted]

Ya'll mind if I update Citra and DIre's reference sheet for the 80th time?

Mainly wanted to change citras clips and undershirt

[fallimentiquotidiani]

Lewis Hamilton, Maranello

[vhscorp]

Un geste tendre, c’est un je t’aime silencieux…

V. H. SCORP

[futurirubati]

Ricordati di non stare male per chi sta bene senza di te.

[chi-va-piano-arriva-dopo]

Mathias Malzieu, “Il guerriero di porcellana”.

[blues824]

But Mc having the holidays blues like really bad(I have them especially since I moves out, and live with roommates) it gets depressing, so instead of the Mc(reader) going with one of the students they go with the teachers and spend the holidays with them at their home!

Thanks for turning on anon! 🙇‍♀️💗

No problem!

You requested: Holiday Blues (slight pun because of my name lol)

Dire Crowley

His apartment was rather depressing, shrouded in black and darker colors. However, you help him decorate appropriately for the holidays. He makes you hot chocolate because he is just so kind, and he is definitely the kind of person to use his magic to lift you up so that you could place the star on the top of the tree.

This man acts like he did so much work, letting out a huge sigh as he sits down on his couch with a loud, dad-like groan. You rolled your eyes before taking his empty mug and washing it in the sink. While you’re doing that, he sneaks off to grab a present, and he slides it onto the counter when he comes back. It had your name in metallic ink, and was written in matte black wrapping paper.

Inside was a small golden locket key chain, and the sentimentality of it was what brought you to tears. You hadn’t received a present in a while, and so tears fell as you kind of just leaned into his shoulder. He didn’t really know what to do, so he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and patted your back gently, and you just cried softly.

Divus Crewel

If anyone was more likely to take you in like he would a child to help you feel better about the holiday season, it would be this man. You would spend a lot of time with him, shopping and wrapping gifts for the other staff members. He makes sure to keep you distracted so that you have no time to mope about and wallow in self-pity, even if that’s all you want to do.

You help him decorate his apartment as well, and each ornament he has belongs in the color-theme he selected for this year, which was black, white, gold, and a splash of red. He, too, used his magic to lift you up so that you could place it on top of the tree. This is also a time where you learned that Professor Crewel preferred to remain well-dressed even in the comfort of his own home.

When he gave you your present, it had a well-written card on it. He told you how proud he was of you and how far you had come, and you didn’t even get to the gift itself before you started crying. He opened his arms to you, and you ran into them, sniffling your tears away. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head to comfort you, holding you as a moment of silence took hold.

Ashton Vargas

His apartment was… unique. His living room didn’t have a couch, but rather was a gym itself, despite the apartment complex having a gym. He claimed that they didn’t have the equipment he needed, and he kept you on an exercise regimen during your stay ‘so that you wouldn’t slack off.’ In reality, he didn’t know what to do about your seasonal depression, but he knows exercise can help, and he offers to exercise alongside you.

There’s not a lot of room to put up a tree, so you instead decorate the equipment stands, and you place the gifts that you wrap onto the treadmill that he owns. His kitchen has a few holiday-themed things, and you put lights on top of his cabinets so that the lights will shine onto the walls. It was simple, but it worked and spirited the place a bit more.

Coach’s gift to you was a few gift cards to a few different places in the town below NRC, as he didn’t know what you or Grim would have liked. He freaks out when you start crying, but you say, through sobs, that it was from being grateful. It had been a while since you saw someone as a family figure, and you were glad that he was the one.

Mozus Trein

When he had invited you to his house for the holidays, you were low-key kind of expecting a dungeon. Lo and behold, it was a small but warm and welcoming house. You met his two daughters, and they were very happy to meet you. They became your older sisters, in a sense, with how quickly they accepted you as their family.

A tree was decorated in the corner of the living room, and everyone sat gathered. Presents were passed out, and you were going about in a circle, unwrapping one present each. You were aware that you would be meeting your professor’s daughters, so you made sure to get them some gift cards, as you did not want to show up empty-handed. Trein told you that they would understand, but you were pretty adamant.

Eventually, it got to you, and you unwrapped the one from Mozus, him looking at you with an amused look. Inside of it were a few books to read in your free time that reminded him of you, and each of them had a message that he wrote within them. One of those messages was detailing how proud he was to call you one of his students, and that Lucius even liked you, and you wrapped your arms around him and started crying. He returned the favor, hugging you as though you were his child, and your newfound sisters joined in on the hug as well. Family hug.

Sam

He didn’t go home for the holidays, and opted to stay at the Shop because there were students who still needed things. That being said, he did invite you to celebrate in the shop with him. He’s kind of like your cousin with how close you two were. Anyway, you decided to help him decorate the shop appropriately, as it was feeling a bit dull in there. Lights lined the corners of the walls and the edges of the shelves, making it more festive.

The back of the shop looked similar, but there was a tree back there as well. His friends on the other side helped him decorate it, as well as you and Grim. It had a bunch of different colors, but it was able to portray the different personalities between the multitude of you. You smiled with nostalgia lining your lips at the star on top, and you had a feeling you were going to make it through this season unscathed.

Sam could tell that this time of year was hard on you, and it wouldn’t do any good for his little imp if they were to feel horrible by themselves. He didn’t really like this season either, but it brought in a bunch of sales, so he wasn’t going to complain. He would just invite you over to the shop so that you both could suffer together, and that suffering turned into joy as you joke around with each other while decorating.

[acidwuff]

dire: night_out

crashing into parties as usual.

[bonfiredemon]

Wendell x Dire

Is this why they took away friendly fire? Posted a while ago with several alts over on my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/bonfiredemon

[ragazzoarcano]

Quelli che hanno veramente qualcosa da dire non parlano.

— Albert Camus

[otaconinabox]

Doodle dump page <3

[twst-drabbles]

Dire 10

Summary: As usual, Dire is procrastinating his search for the way to your home. Honestly, you'd usually just settle for some verbal threatening, but clearly that's not working. You decided to go a bit physical this time.

(Nothing graphic, the Janitor isn't beating him to a pulp so no blood. Just pushing him around until he falls over and pressing their shoe against his neck. You know, that kind of stuff. Oh and someone walks in.)

"So, about that progress." You almost closed the door too hard behind you, but still the noise was enough to make Dire hunch his shoulders. "Your research. How's it going?"

"W-whatever could you mean?" Dire faced his body towards you, but his eyes were nervously scanning the wall off to the side, fanning himself with those fancy, practically glittering claw rings of his. "I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about."

"…you're fucking with me." It's been months since you've had an update of any kind regarding the subject. You made sure not to be insistent upon it, demand update after update because you didn't know shit about advanced magic. You've barely managed to catch up to the current level that the first years know! You have enough base knowledge to know that it's not easy stuff, so you always give Dire leeway when he looks away and mumbles his excuses.

…but now he's pretending he doesn't know what you're talking about. He's not tentatively giving you an excuse, he's trying to stay out of it entirely. Playing up his birdbrained self.

He's procrastinating.

"Well, if you're not clear then…" Dire's mouth grew tinier and tinier as you marched towards him, "what are you doing?"

Why do you even bother with this headmaster? Of course you should've known better than to give him that many olive branches.

"Now now, there's no need to get violent," Dire practically shrank into himself as you got closer and closer. Rather than attempt to run away, he tried to protect his body with his coat. "H-how about I give you extended vacation days?! O-or even a higher raise and an added bonus on top of that?! Oh but if that's not enough than I can easily procure some interesting magical artifacts if that's to your--oh!"

You seized his shoulder and forced him to face you, the gold lights of his eyes nothing more than shaking pinpricks. "Clearly I'm not getting through your thick head."

Then, you kicked his feet and let him tumble to the floor, his hat rolling away, revealing messy black hair. Before he could scramble his way back up, you slammed your foot just above his shoulder. He froze, and that was all you need to press the heel of your shoe against his bobbing throat.

Now Dire can no longer look away from you. His face blossomed into a bright red flush as his hands cradled your ankle, no gripping or pushing away. Good. He knows when to behave when you're well and truly pissed.

"Honestly, I'm starting to think you're craving this," you dug your heel in deep for a second, smiled at the choking Dire before you, "Is that why you've stopped giving a shit about finding a way to my home? You wanna pretend you don't know anything, just so I can tear off that incompetent head of yours?"

"I-If you would j-ju--"

"I didn't say you could breathe." You stepped down harder, fully cutting off his breath and watching as he flailed about. But still, he didn't push your off. No magic, no incantations. Nothing. "You want my respect Dire? Perhaps even my favor? Then keep your end of the deal."

Just as you lightened the weight off your foot, the door to Dire's office slammed open.

"Headmage Crowley, I'm here with the documents Kalim forgot to send yester--huh." Jamil walked right in, paused by the scene unfolding before him. You with your foot still on Dire's throat, eyes thinned into a glare that never failed to grip a small part of Jamil's insides hostage, and Dire, gasping, shivering and flushing like he was a bug pinned down by needles.

For a moment, Jamil's face contorted into a horrified expression, but was quick to school himself back into his seemingly mild-mannered self with a cough. He frowned and sent a glare to the both of you as the tips of his ears turned red. He opened his mouth, as though he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Jamil's jaw closed with a click, massaged his temples, and exited the room.

Any other day, this would amuse you. Well, actually it still does, because there's nothing more fun than messing with someone who insists on keeping everything inside until they explode, but Dire is still here and you're not done yet.

"So, what do you have to say?"

"…I'll continue looking for a way home," Dire conceded.

"Glad you see things my way."