#he's in my dio shrine

[rene-spade]

my man isn’t creepy! i | f1 grid

growing up leclerc au !

fem! leclerc! reader x f1 grid, leclerc family

part i: carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, oscar piastri, pierre gasly & kika gomes

synopsis. when the youngest leclerc finds her partners’ ‘shrine’ of her, but she’s a leclerc so the red flags aren’t all that red

WARNING(s); i like em crazy y’all, obsessive/possessive behavior, implied stalking/shrines, unhealthy relationship dynamics, sexual implications but no smut

carlos sainz.

“What is it?” You asked, head tilted to the side as you look up at your boyfriend. The Spaniard melted, muttering a curse to himself and running his hands through his thick hair. He felt hot, nervous for what the outcome of this discussion could be.

“Dios mío, ángel, it’s— it is not what you think— nothing bad. I am just embarrassed is all.” He reassured, big hands gripping at your shoulders. But he knew it was a bit bad, even his enabling family members were worried he’d freak you out if you saw. His movements were made to comfort you, but you could tell they were more self-soothing. Arthur had a similar habit whenever you got upset with him, too.

You only frowned, but it fueled Carlos’ panic.

“Mi amor, I will do whatever you ask-! You know this. I will let you in when it’s cleaned, I swear it.” He pulled you into his chest, arms fully embracing you. But you squirmed out of his hold, making him respond with an unhappy attempt to coo you back into comfort.

“You’re hiding something in there, Carlos. This is the first time I’m staying with you in your home since we started dating, let me see.” And at the sight of your big, beautiful, angry eyes, how could he refuse an Angel? With a twitch of his fingers, Carlos unlocked the door without any movement to push it open.

With a short huff, you pushed yourself through the door, only pausing at seeing at the sheer amount of merchandise that covered every surface. It was all you-themed, from posters and cut-outs, down to a body-pillow and even an outfit you’d only worn once for a runway show. There was a glass shelf with your old perfumes, newer ones too, and photos everywhere.

“Carlos….” You began, covering your mouth with your fingers and stepping further in.

“I know—! But I liked you so much before we started seeing each other and I- I am just a passionate man is all, my whole family says so—!” You cut off his red-faced rambling with a beaming grin.

“Ouah! I didn’t know you were a super fan before we met!” You giggled, mumbling to yourself in French about the various things he’d collected. “maybe you are a bit extreme, but it’s kind of cute, no?”

“¿En serio? Sí, mi perla!” He breathed shakily before grinning, “I should have known you’d understand! Mis hermanas se burlaron de mí, ¿sabes? But it was all silly…” (You’re serious? Yes, my pearl! My sisters teased me, you know?)

“What are you saying? Your sisters… something? I’m still learning, mon chéri.” You pout at him, in a much better mood now that you knew what your boyfriend was hiding behind the door he seemed so desperate to keep you away from.

He shook his head, hair messy after having run his fingers through it many times due to stress, “We should have dinner with them tonight while we’re still in Spain, I said. Let’s go back downstairs?”

“Why? Got anything weird?”

“Don’t say things like that, amor!”

♤ ♤ ♤

daniel ricciardo.

“Danny…?”

“Shit-!” He jumped out of surprise, dropping the box he was reaching from the top shelf of the closet.

“Oh, I’m sorry, mon soleil!” You squeaked, jumping back as well. You hadn’t meant to scare him, but it wasn’t your fault he was so focused in the dead of night. You were just curious is all. The box he dropped was was rectangular in shape, but easily bigger than a shoebox. You shot him a sleepy grin, “What do you have there?”

He sighed, shaking his head, “Why are you up, sleepy girl? Get back to bed, I’ll be right there. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“I’m up because you’re up.” You wrinkled your nose, inching closer to him with a small blanket in your arms. You tried to get a glimpse of what fell out of the box, but Daniel wrapped himself around you so you couldn’t see. He wrestled the blanket from your fingers, careful not to be rough with long nails, and threw it over your head with smile.

As you wrestled, your boyfriend only laughed and placed kisses on any part of you he could without being hit by your flying limbs, “Pretty things like you should be asleep. Your brothers would kill me if they knew I disturbed your beauty rest.”

“Are you trying to hide something from me?” You pulled the blanket off your head, hair a mess.

Daniel froze, jaw clenching as he tried to hold a toothy smile. But he didn’t have it in him to lie to you. The moment was completely still, before you finally broke eye contact and crept passed him to see the mess on the floor. You could hear Danny gulp as you plucked the first item from the ground; a pretty, navy blue set of lacy underwear. Yours, yes. But from ages ago, you swore you lost them. Then there were a few pieces of jewelry, a lipstick tube, a silk scrunchie, a press-on nail, a red heel, and two pieces of now-hardened chewing gum. All yours from various points of this past year.

“Daniel,” no, not the first name, he begged internally, squeezing his eyes shut, deciding to just wait for the inevitable disgust and rejection. You never called him by his full first name, only sweet ‘danny’s his way, sometimes ‘mon soleil’ or ‘sunshine’.

“You know you can just ask for my things, yes? You don’t have to take.” You were looking right up at him, navy colored panties still in your hand like you didn’t even mind that he took them. His reasoning couldn’t have been pure, you know that.

You hummed, pulling at his fingers so you can shove the underwear into his balled up fist, “lá.”

“Perfect girl.” He muttered, pulling you back into him and dragging you to bed, “give me the pair you have on then, yeah?”

♤ ♤ ♤

max verstappen.

It wasn’t always like this with you— you used to be just Charles “track terror” Leclerc’s pretty little sister, a little girl. But now it was years later and you’ve become something perfect and irresistible— something he can’t live without. He knows he’d resorted to some immoral, if not a little creepy, behaviors, but it’s not like he’s one of those guys that would ever hurt you. No, you’re a deity to him. He told his sister about his feelings at one point (even thought about showing her the shrine), but she told him— “This is all because you watched You!” The Netflix show that follows a stalker.

So he took down the shrine— moving most of it into his bedside drawer and the rest under his bed. But he realized he didn’t think it all the way through when he had you in his room for the first time; all pretty and perfect and curious.

“Good race, Maxie.” You hopped back onto the bed, your hair bouncing as you landed, “You’re so tense and for what, huh?”

Max had just a little bit of shame about the whole thing, but maybe not too much. I mean, his body definitely felt some kind of physical guilt or something if you’re judging him by the shaking and sweating— but his mind was happy. You were here with him in his home. In fact, the physical reaction might just be from seeing you curled up in his bed. But you’re close to finding out how… intense he was. (As his mother would say.)

“Sorry, lief, I’m just tired and you’re distracting me by being cute.” He smiled down at you as he began to change, “you need a shirt to wear?”

“Yes, s'il te plaît. Hey, can I put my bracelets in here—? oh!” He’d barely turned his back for a second, just long enough to remove his shirt, but that’s all it took for you to pull the drawer open and see the copious amount of photos of you (some edited to have him in them) and unsent love letters.

“It’s not a shrine— I’m not a creep! It’s just some things I made back before we got together—! You weren’t supposed to see them!” He was trying to shove some of the papers back in, but you were already skimming one of the letters.

“Mijn hart,” he winced at seeing the one you had— one of the more unhinged ones. The worst of it was in Dutch, so that worked out for him at least.

“Oh c’mon, Maxie! It’s kind of sweet! You had such a big crush on me! It’s a little hot, even.”

He grew even more red and fidgety at that, “Shit.”

You giggled at the words you could understand before he wrestled the page out of your grip. You grabbed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he could stray too far.

“From Max Verstappen-Leclerc, hm?”

♤ ♤ ♤

oscar piastri.

“Can’t I just grab a hoodie, Osc?” You questioned as he held you in place on the counter, from his spot between your legs, still in his race suit.

“You don’t need one, Lovey, it’s hot.” He pressed himself into you so he could feel you breathe better. You’d asked for a jacket the moment you’d entered his freezing trailer just after the race. He saw you go for the closet and quickly redirected you onto the counter.

“Non, you’re hot because you just raced in a little car for hours and now you’re all over me. I am normal temperature.”

“Cold?”

“Yes.”

“Then get closer, I’m hot.”

You huff obnoxiously like the pretty spoiled girl you are and Oscar can feel the rush of serotonin he got just from the sound. He knew this is the part where you’d get cute and pretend to pick a fight, his sweet thing. But bad timing— he’s desperate to hide his secret now.

“I can’t get any closer to you if I trieddd. What? You have a girl hiding in that closet? Hm?” He scoffed into your shoulder, but stiffened, knowing just what was behind that door.

You gasped dramatically, likely playing it up to get what you wanted (a tactic you used with your brothers, Oscar noticed), “You do! Irréelle!”

“I don’t!” His face shot up from your shoulder, brows furrowed, but he didn’t let you go, “You know I don’t like any other girls!”

“Then you need to show me so I can be sure! And I’m still cold.” You crossed your arms and pulled your knees together to get him to back up.

“I can’t.” He choked out. “There’s— it’s just— I have this thing—”

You hopped down and booked it across the trailer before he could reach out and stop you, yanking the door open to see what your new boyfriend was hiding.

You breathed out a dramatic sigh of relief at the sight, “Goodness, Osc.” Rather than finding a person, you instead found some sort of… collection? Collage of yourself and your things? Photos mostly, magazines, and lots of hearts drawn on articles about you.

Oscar grabbed you by the shoulders and quickly spun you around into him, slamming the door, “You saw?”

Looking up at him with big eyes, you nodded, “Yeah, why? You really like me that much?”

“What? Yes— yeah I do. You—? Okay.”

♤ ♤ ♤

pierre gasly. | kika gomes.

“I’m prepared to blame you for this if Charles finds it.” Pierre breathed, looking at the start of his girlfriend’s collection of your things. Kika scoffed, a smile playing at her lips as she re-organizes your makeup. Mostly lip balms, you’d let her borrow some of your things, not knowing she wasn’t going to give any of it back. Kika even managed to get a few skirts from you as well. The small framed photo of you sitting in her vanity was just a personal touch.

Pierre would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed, but he could say he wasn’t surprised. He and Kika were a good couple, a good duo in general, but especially when it came to drawing you in. Because Pierre was such a good friend to Charles, it came pretty easy; Charles was easier on him around you. Unfortunately, that grace didn’t extend to Kika just because they were dating. Charles had something of a sixth sense for when pretty girls liked his pretty sister; so he was on to Kika. Where at the beginning it was nothing to get you alone with them, it was now next to impossible.

“Pierre? Kika? Are you home?” Wow it’s like they could hear your pretty voice— oh wait they gave you a key. To their apartment. In Monaco, where you live and you can really just waltz in and see all of the things they took (—yes they, Pierre is a thief too—)

Like two naughty school children, the couple shot up to cover what they’d done before you could reach their bedroom. This was their fault naturally, none of yours at all, they were the ones who encouraged you to come over whenever physically possible.

“Grab everything and I’ll distract her!” Kika whispered, rushing to slip out of the room.

Before the ‘not fair-’ could slip from his lips, his girlfriend was off to catch you, brushing passed him and leaving the door cracked. He could hear your surprised greeting, a cute squeak escaping you, before Kika saying something like ‘Oh, Pierre is busy now’, then silence. Pulling the handle back just an inch, he peaked outside to see Kika’s lips not even a centimeter from your own, her hands gripping your jacket for dear life.

“Oh, pretty girls, ce n'est tout simplement pas juste.” Slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Your eyes shot to his, but Kika’s remained trained on your face. After just a second, your gaze drifted to Kika’s vanity behind him.

The couple froze, you saw. Pierre pulled the door shut behind him as Kika’s mouth opened to form words.

“Oi! Get your hands off my little sister, huh? Démon impoli et pratique, seriously.” Charles slipped into the living room from the front hallway, having obviously accompanied his little sister in her visit.

“Non, Charlie, Kika helped me when I almost tripped.” You smiled at your brother, quickly covering for them, “I was just coming to see if I could get my jean skirt back?”

You looked up at her so sweet and she thinks you’re blushing—“Oh.” She squeaked, “yes, no problem. Pierre.”

“I’ll get it for her, mate.”

“surveille ta copine. je ne suis pas aveugle, mate.”

♤ ♤ ♤

Your man (s girlfriend) is definitely creepy, girl.

note; I made kika and pierres a lil longer bc they’re two ppl so yeah ft charles

thinking part ii with lando, mick (ft the schumachers), lewis, lance, alex & lily, george and carmen?

- ren

[theoihalioistuff]

Hey! Regarding your last post about Zeus facets, do you have any idea about how he was perceived in cults?

I think this is such an interesting topic! There's no easy answer considering how ubiquitous and widespread his cult was, but for a quick overview I really recommend Jennifer Larson's Ancient Greek Cults. It's far from a complete coverage (for that there's Farnell's psycopathic 5 volume effort The Cults of the Greek States, and even he falls short), but it's an amazing collection of the most significant, fundamental and peculiar cultic aspects of every major god. So for my answer I'm shall offer a shamelessly plagiarised deficient summary of her work.

The most familiar cults of Zeus are the large panhellenic sanctuaries of Nemea and Olympia, where the god was famously honored with athletic contest. This last cult, a meeting place for local chieftans at least since the 10th C. BC, had victors offer massive hecatombs at the center of the sanctuary: a walled precinct called the Altis (Sacred Grove) where a primitive altar stood, a great conical pile of molded sacrificial ashes. The sanctuary also boasted of having one of the Seven Wonders of the world, Zeus' colossal chryselephantine statue. Appart from the awe and majesty, "viewers received the impression of a calm and peaceful deity. According to Dio Chrysostom (Or. 12.51), “whoever is deeply burdened with pain in his soul, having borne much misfortune and grief in his life and never being able to attain sweet sleep, even this man, I believe, standing before this image, would forget all the terrible and harsh things which one must suffer in human life.”"

Earlier cults focus more on Zeus's aspects as a rustic rain deity. As "the" sky god he frequently dwells on the summit of the tallest mountains (Mt. Lykaon in Arkadia, the Oros of Aigina, Ida in Troy, Hymmetos in Attica, etc. until ultimately Olympos) where he was worshipped under titles such as Ombrios (of showers), Aphesios (releaser, in reference to the myth of Aiakos and the drought), Hyetios (of rain) and Ikmaios (of moisture). Rain-magics were common (such as sprinkling water from oak boughs), and he was curiously worshipped on Keos and Mt. Pelion in conjunction with Sirios (the scorching Dog-Star). Fleeces seem to have formed a common part of many of these rituals.

Second only to Artemis, Zeus also had some of the most sinister cults, where mythically humans became the sacrificial victims. In Thessaly, Athamas almost sacrificed his son to Zeus Laphystios (the Devourer), and further strange practices survived to Herodotos' days (Histories 7. 197). Similarly in honour of Zeus Lykaios (wolfish) a secret nocturnal sacrifice was held during which participants ate portions of a “mystery meat” from a tripod kettle, reputed to contain not only entrails of animals, but also a human victim. Several traditions speak of the later lycanthropy of the participats. Zeus always makes a show of refusing human sacrifice in myths, punishing Lykaon and having Herakles berate Athamas, but still rituals that outlived even the roman era paint a darker picture of the god (though there's no archaeological evidence of human sacrifice).

Zeus also dwellt in the cities. An amusing rite was held in Athens in honour of Zeus Polias (of the city), where after the ox had been sacrificed the priest who had committed the deed quickly run off, and the axe that was used was tried for murder. He could also be found as Zeus Boulaios (of the Council), Agorarios (of the Agora), Soter (Saviour) and Eleutherios (liberator), and Zeus Tropaios (of the Rout) was worshipped as the defender of cities in the form of an empty armor placed on a pole. He also resided in the home, where he could be found in shrines dedicated to Zeus Patroös (ancestor), Herkeios (of the Courtyard) or Ktesios (of possessions), this last one embodied in a wool-wreathed jar filled him "ambrosia", that acted as a charm to increase the household goods. In the sanctuary of Zeus Messapeus, near Sparta, other finds were eclipsed by the staggering number of crude clay figures with massive, erect phalloi; presumably votive offerings related to male fertility and fatherhood. He was also syncretised with Zeus Meilichios, a serpentine god of a chthonic nature that deserves a post of their own. His moral attributes where reflected when he was surnamed Hikesios (of Suppliants), Katharsios (of Purification), Xenios (of Strangers/Foreigners) and Exakester (of Making Amends), and as Zeus Horkios (of Oaths) he served as the ultimate witness.

Finally, he had fascinating rites in Crete, where he was said to be born and die every year, and his tomb was shown to visitors (I won't go into details because I'd be here till the cows come home), and he was as an Oracular deity in Dodona, his other major panhellenic sanctuary. His cult title there was Naios (flowing), and together with Dione (the female form of his own name) he delivered prophecies (different ways are given depending on the version or theory: speaking oak-trees, doves, dove-priestesses, ascetic male priests, wind-chimes, lead tablets, etc.). In such a capacity, and as lord of fate, Apollo and other oracular figures were conceived of as his mouthpieces.

Generally speaking, quoting Larson: "His cults typically reinforce traditional sources of authority and standards of behavior, whether in the family, the kinship group, or the city." Still, plenty of his cults where surrounded by an elemental and primitive air. He ranges from majestic and lawful to savage and wild, from rustic to urbanite and from straightforward to mystical. He's the pile of contradictions I love to see in my mythological figures.

[brother-emperors]

dies vitiosus

antony's birthday was technically yesterday, but we can do it a day late.

so the 14th was antony's birthday, which also highlights my favorite part of the octavian-antony divorce arc:

During this time and still earlier the Romans at home had passed many resolutions in honour of Caesar's naval victory. Thus they granted him a triumph, as over Cleopatra, an arch adorned with trophies at Brundisium and another in the Roman Forum. Moreover, they decreed that the foundation of the shrine of Julius should be adorned with the beaks of the captured ships and that a festival should be held every four years in honour of Octavius; that there should also be a thanksgiving on his birthday and on the anniversary of the announcement of his victory; also that when he should enter the city the Vestal Virgins and the senate and the people with their wives and children should go out to meet him. But it would be quite superfluous to go on and mention the prayers, the images, the privilege of the front seat, and all the other honours of the sort. At the beginning, then, they not only voted him these honours but also either took down or effaced the memorials of Antony, declared the day on which he had been born accursed, and forbade the use of the surname Marcus by any of his kind.

Cassius Dio 51.19

cheers! the speech balloon is empty on purpose, personally I'm imagining a version of the break up speech from octavian-octavia-antony divorce arc from the french cleopatra musical, feel free to imagine whatever melodrama makes you happiest!

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[swords-of-a-soilder]

The Healing Process

Chapter 14

Your Hallow Bones

Missa Sinfonia took a deep breath of the fresh air as he prepared to leave. He of course stood in capybara island, where he had accepted by the others as family.

However he intended to return to his own family, as it had been an week since he last saw them. Before he made his way across the bridge he would be interrupted the sweetest capybara.

Missa give them the nicest pet he could offer him, while he said his goodbyes. Before he had the option to leave, the capybara pushed it's head into Missa chest meeting him with puppy eyes.

"Aw please don't do that, you guys know I want to stay but I have to visit my other family as well."Missa pleaded, "I'll be back before you know it."

The capybara hung his head in sadness, to which Missa gave them a final pat as he said his goodbyes.

He then made his way to the Waystone, teleporting on top the wall. He took a moment to observe the newly built shrine in there front yard, built with a mixture of quartz and prissmarie brisk

In that center of the structure was a empty slot that seem to be for offerings.

He made a mental note to ask Phil about such as he open the front door then dropped his bag Inside. While inside he noticed Phil through the window, seated in the fountain outside mumbling to himself.

Somewhat confused at Phil's odd behavior he made his way to the fountain, observing Phil with concern. "Philza are you ok?"

Phil immediately upon becoming awear of Missa existence jump to his feet forcing him in a wet embrace. "I missed you!" He mumbled into Missa rob.

Missa awkwardly pet Phil's back in an attempt to comfort, "I missed you too.. what's with the shrine in the front?"

Phil pull out of the hug meeting Missa with a anxious gaze, "right I need to explain that to you."

He then dragged Missa to the front, as he attempt to explain further, as a result he explaination was brief confusion mess; Missa understood perfectly.

"Ay dio mios." Missa expressed as he process the information. "Me casé con un Dios, si molesto a la Diosa seguramente me golpeará!"

"Missa, she's a pacifist, she would never do that." Phil reassured, "besides..Rose would have love you."

"Hm.. you think so?"

"I know so." Missa hummed in respond to Phil's reassurance, "she.. someone left me a message." Phil informed as he passed of a fold sheet of paper.

Missa unfold the sheet to be met with a curdly draw map, with a red X quite so distance away. "You think it's from her?"

Phil bit the inside of his cheeks, as his eyes darted to the ground. "If you had ask me that 20,000 years ago, I could tell you without doubt." Phil shifted on his feet, "I don't know anymore, anytime I get these messages I just feel anxious."

Missa watch with a mixed expression, he certainly wasn't gonna let Phil do it alone, but he was worried they could be walking into a trap. "Philza, I'll go with you no matter what, I just want to be sure you think it's a wise decision."

"I don't.. but I don't know what else to do." Philza confessed meeting Missa's eye contact.

'.. okay, let's go then."

"Are you frigging kidding me?" Badboyhalo inquired as he stood by Forever's side; they were banished to the medbay so Cellbit could keep an eye on Forever, mainly to watch for withdrawal symptoms.

"I just an anger at you are." Cellbit informed.

"You seem pretty relax to me." Bad teased

"I had time to calm down."

"Jesus what was Cucurucho thinking giving him pills, I swear it's his one fits all solution!" Bad complained "you think at most they'd call him for a schedule injection instead of handing him pills."

"I really don't think Cucurucho understood the intensity of what he did." Cellbit add

"And you, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Bad explain turning his attention back to Forever, "don't you ever scare me like that again, I don't care if you respawn, I rather you not die!"

"You were worried about me?.. that's sweet of you Badboy."

"Wh..of course I was!"

"Why, surly you can get flowers elsewhere?" Even if he meant it as a joke, which Bad wasn't sure of, it hurt with a Intensity he couldn't stand.

He knew he joked with Forever a lot about the flowers, but it was clearly a joke. As a direct result of said pain, he gripped Forever by the collar, getting in his face.

"Do you seriously think I only care about the Flowers?!"

Forever gasp Bad's hand in attempt to lossen his grip, he couldn't understand Bad's anger, as much a he could remember it's always been about flowers. "Is it not..?"

"I care about you, w-we care about you! Get that throw your thick skull!" Bad snapped back

"Um Bad, I'm sorry Forever is exhausted.. please.." Cellbit interrupted, sensing the tension was a bit too thick

Bad share one last annoyed glance at Forever before accepting defeat. He released Forever with a a sigh then exist the room.

"Cellbo.." Forever started, "please could I just go home and rest?"

"I'm not letting you go home until I confirm the intensity of the withdrawal symptoms." Cellbit insisted, "I've learn my lesson from last time."

"This..this happened before?" Forever inquired, you figured something like this wouldn't be something he forgot.

"What do you mean, what's going with you?" Cellbit inquired.

"I.. it's like you said I'm very tired." Forever debated, he lied down on the bed closing his eyes.

Cellbit watched Forever with tired eyes as the taller gentleman crawl into the medical bed, he seem to immediately pass out.

Cellbit made his way to couch in the corner where he sat, melting in the cushions. His mind was going a million mile an hour just being in Forever's presence.

Why did he ask if this happen before, surly he didn't forget the happy pills situation, and why was he so rude to Bad?

Was he lossing his memory? The thought terrified Cellbit. If the infection got into his brain, even if he could or rather when he cures him, would his memory be restored?

How much did he forget, was the infection targeting spefic memories? Cellbit was too exhausted to circulate these thoughts in his head any longer, as he found himself dozed off In the soften of the couch cushions.

Cellbit would have the grace of a dreamless sleep, unlike Forever whom was whisked away to dream land.

Forever would find himself in a field of flowers, the sweet smell filling his nose. Truly if Forever was awear he was dreaming, he would see the irony.

However he true concern was the pink tint to the sky, as well as the lovely tune dancing on the wind, a tune he had heard before.

The environment itself gave a sense of peace, an unexplainable feeling of belonging, that this was meant to happen.

As the tune grew louder it became clear to Forever he wasn't hearing music, but rather a woman's hymns. He try to push himself up but felt paralyzed at the attempt.

The tune was growing closer, filling Forever's soul with a wave of peace and understand. Forever took a deep breath and he closed his eyes then open then to discover he was still in the med bay.

His eyes dart around observing Cellbit passed out on the couch. Forever pushed himself upwards in the bed as he made his way to the couch, shaking Cellbit awake.

Cellbit jumped awake as he tired to pull himself together, distributed to be forced awake.

Upon noticing it was Forever who woke him, Cellbit quickly calm down before inquiring for a reason.

"Desculpa Cellbo, por favor. eu preciso de falar com voce." Forever explain

Cellbit's hmm in respond as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "O que rolou?"

Forever dug through his pockets then offered an small resalable bag containing two pills, Cellbit took the bag with so hesitations.

His eyebrows knit as he became aware of the type of medicine he was looking at. "You had more?" Cellbit inquired.

"I made sure to keep two on me, just in case."

"in case of what?" Cellbit snapped

".. Cellbo I..I don't think I'm a gonna make it past this week." Forever confessed.

Cellbit's expression shift, the color leaving his body at Forever's bold words. "W..what are you even talking about?"

"I can hear the mother of Death, singing to me go..and I think it's a one way journey."

"We're they more pills in the bag that you took?" Cellbit inquired

"No no, I know I sound crazy, but.. I'm telling you I can feel it. I don't remember much as late, it feels this thing has gotten in my brain."

That unfortunately confirmed Cellbit's theory, but even then it's seem pointless to give up so quickly. He could save Forever he was sure of it, maybe his memory would suffer but they could new memories couldn't they?

"Cellbo, I just want to say goodbye, because I not sure I'll get the chance." Forever explained, It seemed cowardly to Cellbit.

"you're giving up too soon, even if you die, you'll respawn. People don't die on this island, not the adults at least." He mumbled the last part to himself.

"Cellbit, my memories are gone, my body is badly damag-"

"So your memories are a bit fuzzy, It's fine, start over!" Cellbit interupped, "it's not the end of your existence!"

"You're not listening to me Cellbit." Forever plead

Cellbit pushed himself out the couch, making his way to the exist. "I don't need to listen because it's not going to happen!"

Forever sat back down on the bed, then sighed in frustration. Perhaps this was just his way of coping, denial is a stage of grief afterall however it was fustarting to deal with it.

"Cellbo, I love you. " Forever stated, though he meant it as a friend he didn't need to explain that much to Cellbit.

Cellbit hold his grasp on the door frame as he meet Forever's eye contact. "Yeah, I love you too.. you're going to respawn."

"..Sure."Forever ended with a smile

Missa observed every little detail of the path they took, the sudden Increase in the crow population, the odly dead silence minus the caws of the crows

The environment itself felt dead, all flowers were wither, tress bear of any leaves, the podsoil ground crumbled with each step.

The crows seem to be looking directly at him, it gave him a dreadful feeling. "Philza, I'm not sure about this." Missa acknowledged.

"We're just a step away." Phil informed, "..if you really think we should turn back .."

"No, it's fine.." Missa backtracked. "We're already here, too late to turn back."

Phil observed Missa with a little concerned, he truly didn't want to turn back, but he also didn't want Missa to be uncomfortable.

Missa had a point, it was a bit late to turn back. Phil took a deep breath and processed forward soon walking onto a mixture of marble and grass floor.

They seem to had step into a garden of sorts, the grass was the most alive plant, and it was a dark shade of green. It seemed the crows lived here, as most the population was seated all around, mostly in trees.

"This is actually very pretty." Missa started desperate to break the silence.

Phil approached a large tree, dead like the others, it had an broken down platform on top of it. "This.. this is my domain.."

"You built this?" Missa inquired, "it's very nice, I'm sure it's a lot more beautiful when the flowers are.." Missa cut himself off to observe the large fountain statue in the center of the garden.

It was a gaint woman, wearing a puffy dress. She seemed to have Roses also designed in her hair, she looked..a lot like Phil.

Was this Rose, the entity that bought his husband into existence? He felt compelled to thank her, yet felt it would fall on dead ears.

His train of thought would be interrupted by a rouge crow, whom consistently caw at him for attention.

Finally he turned his attention to the crow, whom proceed to drag Missa by his collar to the back of the statue. Once he was there Missa's eyes widen at the site, the back of the structure was pulsing with black vines of which seemed to dig into the grass part of the ground.

Missa had a feeling this was the reason the environment was dying, he was getting a bad feeling about this.

Before he had the option to warn Phil, the sudden loud caw of many crows grabbed his attention. He ran to the sound to find Phil being engulf slowly by these same vines, he stood completely still.

Missa in a state of panick attempt to pull the vines off Phil, pleading for Phil to snap out his unmovable state. When this didn't work, he attempted to pull Phil free directly however that wasn't working either.

So again the same crow demand Missa's attention, to which he listen. The crow lead him back to the statue, picking at its base.

Missa not sure what else to do, took the crows hint as he grabbed a isolated log before approaching the statue.

"Perdóneme, Senora Rose!" He plead, Missa then slammed the log into the statue. Once it crumbled apart, it exposed an unnerving structure.

A rapid growing pitch black tree, pulsed like a beating heart. Missa observed the structure in horror, so shocked he would noticed the crow digging through his bag before it offered him a flint and steel from his invertory.

Missa accepted the item with some hesitation, he really didn't want to hurt Phil, but he had no ideas. He said a quick prayer as he lit the tree, to which it squealed like a pig as it flung back and forth.

Soon enough the fire spread the vines consuming Phil before the entire beast erupted finally releasing Philza.

Missa ran over to him, checking Phil to make sure he wasn't hurt. Thankful besides a few burnt feathers, he seemed fine.

The creature was render to ash, taking all the trees and plants with it. Missa released at sigh of relief, the supposed evil was Finally gone.

"Philza, are you ok?" Missa inquired.

Phil pulled himself together to observe the state of the garden, it pain him to see the plants completely gone but where it hurt the most was the stight of the statue, completely broken.

The likeness of his mother made from marble, scattered completely on the ground. "W.. why did you do this?" Phil asked turning his attention back to Missa.

"Y-you, I -I..I didn't know how else to save you, the crow-"

"The crow?!" Phil interupped, "you listened to the fucking bird?!"

"I-I didn't know w-what else to do!" Missa tried to explain as he slowly backed away, "I- I just wanted to help!"

"Help? Look what you've done!" Phil snapped.

Missa lips quavered as he buried his tears, he didn't know what else to say, he just wanted to keep Phil alive, he truly just wanted to help.

Phil sallowed his pride at the fear in his husband's face, reality crashing down on him. Phil couldn't stand the state he was stuck in.

Constant and sudden emotional outburst, paranoia, frequent stressfully experiences, he couldn't stand it, he wasn't use to feeling this much.

He hurt Missa as a result.. with his sallowed pride Phil feel into a constant stream of tears as he pulled Missa into a sudden embrace, soaking his clothes with his tears.

Missa, still on edge offered phil a few gentle pack on Phil's back, hoping to being some comfort to the old fool.

Late that night Missa would pack his things in silences Just inches away from Phil hugging a pillow in deep sleep, the pillow missa had replaced himself with so he could leave.

He threw the bag over his shoulder as he open the door, then made his quiet exist. Well it would be quiet if not for the crow's desire to keep him there.

For some reason the crows followed the all the way home, they even seemed to be able to track them after teleporting.

But this crow, the same crow who convince Missa to set the vines ablaze perch on top the fence surrounding the edge of the wall.

"What?" Missa inquired, "dont look at me like that, this is your fault you know."

The crow respond with a stern glare, successfully getting it's point across. "I'm just giving Phil some space, the last thing he needs right now is be forced to look at the man who ruined everything. " Missa debated

The crow didn't seem to like that answer, and instead puffed up it's chest and open it's beak. "Don't you dare!" Missa warned

The crow however remain fearless as it caw rapidly and loudly in a attempting to wake philza, which it absolutely did.

Phil watched Missa try to hush the crow with tired eyes, said crow was basically mocking Missa as he bounced around.

Phil step forward and pick the crow almost immediately shutting it up as a result. The crow quickly jumped to his shoulder as Phil turned his attention to Missa.

"Ah, Sorry Phil, I didn't mean to wake you. I was just gonna move down to the petting zoo. " Missa lied.

Phil observed Missa with a bit of Sadness then pulled him into a tight hug, partly to stop him from escaping. "Please don't leave."

Missa released a sigh as he accepted his fate, "I just make things worst Philza.." Missa complained, "there's no point in me staying around."

"Stop!" Phil command, he lossen his embraced to meet Missa's eye contact. "I'm sorry, it was so obviously a trap. Everything had been so crazy lately I wanted to believe it was true.."

"Oh, it's f..fine Philza." Missa dismissed

"No, it's not! You were just trying to help, you didn't deserve any of that." Phil insisted

"No Phil, I mean I forgive you.. it's ok." Missa double down.

Phil took a deep breath, he didn't feel any better about his actions, but he didn't want to make Missa uncomfortable but pushing.

Instead he reinstated the hug, burying his head in the corks of his shoulder. "Please come back to bed."

Missa hummed in respond as he lead Phil back the bed, where he would fulfil Phil's requests.

[as-close-to-normal]

A candle burning slowly by the bed, shadows slowly tangle like a vine crawling up the posts within our shrine

Alt. below because I’m proud of the background. (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) Also title is from Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage, I personally feel like it fits Dio pretty well (or my interpretation of him, I have a lot of thoughts he has mommy issues).

This was quite a larger undertaking for me than what I normally do, since I wanted to challenge myself. The total time spent on it was 26 hours off and on. I’m actually a full time student and generally don’t have much time to do anything other than school, so I am very happy to complete something like this before I have to go back.

[dionysianfreak]

Could you explain all that’s on your alter and what it means? I’m trying to redo and get mine together

i have many different permanent shrines in my house, all eclectic and unique to the God(s) whom it's dedicated to. this came right after I posted a temporary shrine so I'll include that too in case that sparked your ask :)

i like to set up temporary shrines in my home and in my travels so I can honor specific epithets or moments in life. i always take items off the individual main shrines of the Gods in order to build the small ones. this one started as honoring Dionysos and welcoming the month of Dionysia but grew as I felt Apollon and Hermès wanted to join as well. this is the first honoring space I've had with just these three since the very beginning of my practice.

starting on the left, this is where Apollon is. He only has a few items, but I'll be brief this post isn't 8 years long

the glass contains white wine. my mom is a wine fanatic and gave me a bunch because she had accumulated it from gifts and dislikes white. so i give it to the Theoi as an offering occasionally.

the candle holder in the back is the only one I could find to hold the yellow candle i wanted to use lol

I got the brass incense burner at a local Christian second hand store. i believe i found it at the same time i found my Artemis statue. i got it because i thought it was adorable and it has a handle

i believe the stone is a yellow banded agate. I got it at Goodwill in a pack and it's been His ever since

the statue is of the roman Romulus and Remus, which I got at an underground antique shop with my closest friend. though I've always seen Artemis and Apollon instead, and Leto as their protective wolf-mother

Dionysos takes up a majority of this space, but He also has the most votives on His shrine to add

Dionysos's statue has a jewelry draped on it; a bracelet I made at my first festival, a rosary my grandmother gave to me with the crucifix replaced with a charm of the Hanged Man, and a leopard necklace i bought from a woman with a pop up booth. i always drape my totums in decor like jewelry or ribbons, I don't know when I started but I like to give special attention and adornment to the images of the Theoi

in the center sits a red fox skull, it was gifted to me by a friend. only second to the leopard, the red fox is an animal i closely associate with Dionysos and feel very connected to personally

I put two phalluses, a candle and a tiger's eye carving, on this shrine for protection and abundance. i use the phallus as a protective votive often, especially if Dionysos is involved

below the skull, I have a pyrite and a banded amethyst. I've always closely associated the two with Dionysos, but this amethyst in particular has been there for me through a lot

there's a little za 🍃 on there for Them all, but mainly Dionysos

there's a small totum of a leopard, it's there because i wanted it to be. leopards are extremely sacred to Dio in my worship, along with any other feline, but especially them

the silver champagne glass is full of red wine. the stem has grapevines and ivy growing up it, it was perfect for Him. I generally keep it full of wine 24/7

in the bottom left corner, there's a red book called Toasts and Tributes. it's a book of toasts and poems from 1904 that i use as a prayer book for Dionysos. i like to blindly flip through the pages and let the right one fall open, and use the first one I see as a prayer. a few name Him directly, as you can't have a toast without naming the God of wine !

Hermès has few items both here and on His main shrine. this is mostly because most of His stuff is in my car, including His little statue

the orange vase has an image of Hermès on the front. i picked it up from a lovely antiques dealer in my town. the other side has an image of Psyke, but it's almost always turned to show Hermès

within the vase i have rodent bones I picked up from the side of the road, and a chicken feather from my flock. my worship doesn't involve my chickens much, but i like to ask Him to watch over them occasionally

the candle in the back is there simply because I like candles to show my worship is "active" and the shrine is being used in a sacred way. when I blow them out, it's a time of rest for the space

on the far right, there's a golden candle holder with wings. I got it around when Hermès and i first began our relationship

on it, I have a ring with wings on it. i wear it when i travel or when I wish to Honor him in my day to day life

my permanent shrines are simply the shrines for the Gods whose shrines have grown disproportionately over a long time. in the case of Dionysos and Aphrodite, Their shrines are simply too big to put anywhere else. i am very votive-centric in my worship, and I have a crow brain, so They all have too many trinkets I've found an collected throughout my life

there's waaaay too much to go over everything, so I'll go over what's most important to me and why i have it :)

i have enough seashells to build a temple for Her. i seriously have so many that I've collected and found at Goodwill, it's a problem. i view the beach as the juxtaposition of Aphrodite—where the sky and the sea clash passionately. about half of these I have collected whenever I got the chance to be on an ocean beach

images of Aphrodite are very common for me to stumble upon,l so I've collected quite a few items. because of this quite a few sub-shrines have emerged within this shrine. epithets are distinct in nature yet part of the whole, in my opinion, so i rarely worship epithets without worshipping the root Deity as well

Fragrance is sacred and common as hell in my worship of Aphrodite so you can see multiple fragrant items littered around. perfumes, incense, dried roses, oil diffusers, and more. fragrance is easy, fast, and sensory friendly for me and was common in antiquity as well. it's a win-win

dressing up or devoting outfits to Aphrodite is something I do frequently, so jewelry is littered everywhere. all of it is gifted and thrifted <3 Aphrodite is extremely generous

this is Aphrodite Areia's epithet shrine, the print in the back honoring Ares Gynaecothoenas

and this is my little shrine to Hestia :3 I sometimes use the matches to light my fireplace. i bought the small statue on a whim when I found it at a local shop. She seems to prefer it simple and minimal

I'm gonna end it here because this is getting long. if you have a specific Deity in mind, few Gods i worship have been private about Their shrines. i hope this helps inspire you. add things for fun or just because you want to and give things that just feel like they should go. eventually, you'll have a haven of memories and of personal sacredness. trust and They will guide you well

[ochoislas]

LA VIGILIA

Cuando los ratones despiertan y salen a su tarea de buscar la vida, migajas de vida, yo estoy callada en mi recámara tratando de acallar el chachareo de la mente, los rumores y sucesos, y de encontrar vida, migajas de vida, para cebarla hasta que en el silencio, de nuevo sacio, el dios animal en el interior del atestado sagrario hable. ¡Ay! pobres ratones… no he dejado nada para ellos, ni pan, ni grasa, ni siquiera un plato sucio. Id por las paredes a otras cocinas; que aquí haya silencio. Me quedaré en vela esperando al Gato que con lengua humana dice inhumanos oráculos o delicadamente, con sus garras, abre cajas chinas, que todas contienen el Mundo con su sombra.

*

THE VIGIL

When the mice awaken and come out to their work of searching for life, crumbs of life, I sit quiet in my back room trying to quiet my mind of its chattering, rumors and events, and find life, crumbs of life, to nourish it until in stillness, replenished, the animal god within the cluttered shrine speaks. Alas! poor mice—I have left nothing for them, no bread, no fat, not an unwashed plate. Go through the walls to other kitchens; let it be silent here. I'll sit in vigil awaiting the Cat who with human tongue speaks inhuman oracles or delicately, with its claws, opens Chinese boxes, each containing the World and its shadow.

Denise Levertov

di-versión©ochoislas

[joachimnusch]

Suchst du mich? Ich sitze neben dir. Du wirst mich nicht in Stupas finden, nicht in indischen Schreinräumen, nicht in Synagogen, nicht in Kathedralen, nicht in Messen, nicht in Kirtans, nicht in Beinen, die sich um den eigenen Hals winden, und auch nicht, wenn du nur Gemüse isst. Wenn du wirklich nach mir suchst, wirst du mich sofort sehen - du wirst mich im kleinsten Haus der Zeit finden. Kabir sagt: Schüler, sag mir, was ist Gott? Er ist der Atem im Atem. Kabir Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours. you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables. When you really look for me, you will see me instantly - you will find me in the tiniest house of time. Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? He is the breath inside the breath. ¿Me estás buscando? Estoy en el asiento de al lado. Mi hombro está contra el tuyo. No me encontrarás en las estupas, ni en las salas de los santuarios indios, ni en las sinagogas, ni en las catedrales: ni en las misas, ni en los kirtans, ni en las piernas enrolladas alrededor de tu propio cuello, ni comiendo nada más que verduras. Cuando realmente me busques, me verás al instante - me encontrarás en la más pequeña casa del tiempo. Kabir dice: Estudiante, dime, ¿qué es Dios? Él es el aliento dentro del aliento. Você está me procurando? Estou no próximo lugar. Meu ombro está contra o seu. Você não me encontrará nas stupas, nem nas salas dos santuários indígenas, nem nas sinagogas, nem nas catedrais: nem nas massas, nem nos kirtans, nem nas pernas enroladas ao redor de seu próprio pescoço, nem em comer nada além de vegetais. Quando você realmente me procurar, você me verá instantaneamente - você me encontrará na mais ínfima casa do tempo. diz Kabir: Estudante, diga-me, o que é Deus? Ele é o sopro dentro da respiração. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl-0t_YsWZU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

EVERYONE SHUT YOUR UP

VANILLA ICE IS HERE

AND HE'S QUEER

MY HUSBAND RETURNED FROM THE GREAT WAR!!!!!!!!

[bookshelf-dust]

depressing ass stranger things headcanons of mine:

-You know that scene where Max is sitting on Billy’s bed after he’s gone? Yeah, she went through his closet and picked out a couple shirts to keep. Kept a jacket that she never wears. I like to think she even went through his cassette tapes, shaking her head at some of them, but wiping tears all the same, and took a Metallica one (presumably Kill ‘Em All) that she used to see him pop in repeatedly in the Camaro. It’s under her bed in a box, as she hasn’t been able to bring herself to listen to it yet.

-El laying on the couch with Joyce after the move, watching Miami Vice on Friday nights. sometimes tearing up without Hopper to make jokes or pick on things.

-Maybe Max has a mechanic friend, similar to that “really good lawyer” (Sorry but I hear lawyer and immediately assume Matt Murdock) that she knows, and begged to keep the Camaro safe, promising she’d save up to fix it and keep it for herself when she learned to drive officially. Even though she hated it sometimes, she can’t just have it disappear.

The above is partially because I worry myself sick over what happened to the Camaro, and the idea of it being taken to a junk yard makes me overwhelmingly sad. and I can’t imagine Neil giving two shits about it and wanting to pay to fix it.

-The Party members that remain in Hawkins riding their bikes by the Byers’ old house because they miss it. Miss the walls that once had a goddamn alphabet painted on them, or running up and down the hallway, or playing D&D on Will’s bedroom floor. Mike, more specifically, does it most often, more often than he’d ever admit, and usually doesn’t tell anyone when he goes alone.

-After Eddie, Dustin starts listening to Metallica, or Black Sabbath, sometimes branching out to Iron Maiden and Judas Priest. He wants to feel closer to the brother figure he lost, and after the “most metal ever” performance, he realizes he’s been missing out on good shit. He only listens to the music when he’s alone, and adopts Max’s headphones-on-hand-at-all-times method. sometimes the others ask him what he’s humming, but he just keeps it to himself.

-Dustin wears his Weird-Al shirt more often, (“You were wearing a Weird Al shirt, which I thought was brave”) as a reminder of Eddie. But he did ask his mom to buy him a Metallica one, and he wears it pretty often.

-Lucas really is a Kate Bush fan now. He sits in the hospital beside Max, listening and thinking about how Max has felt recently, and wanting to feel closer to her. Promising himself to never let her slip out of his grip again.

-Steve and Robin get a copy of that Eddie picture that Wayne puts up (the Dio shirt one) and put it up in the Family Video, and get a name tag made with “hero” emblazoned on it. Steve scolds anyone who says a fucking thing about it. Steve also tells Eddie about new movies when they come out. Think of it as an unofficial Eddie Munson shrine.

Imagine, if you will. It’s 1987, and the first trailer for The Lost Boys has come out. Steve watches it with Dustin one day when they’re together, and they both know that Eddie would’ve been so down to see it, so they tell his picture about it, and then go see it together.

-Max sends El a letter that has a couple polaroids of the Spring flowers in Hawkins in it. She knows how much she loved those, and wants to bring a little comfort to El what with everything going on. Also, Max signs her letters “Love, Max.” (Yes Mike, I’m talking to you.)

okay, i will stop now that i have hurt my own feelings.

[yanderememes]

holy crap-

i never realized how many yanderes there are in jojo

also major spoilers for part 6-8 if you haven't read them yet

-Dio, who respected Jonathan so much after his defeat that he wanted his body for his own. when he does get his body, in part 3, we see that he fricking worships it-caressing it, doing some wack poses, ect...

-Vanilla Ice (or for that matter, any of Dio's minions that have that much respect for him or view him in a extreme romantic light). cuts off his head for Dio. gets livid at Iggy for making him destroy a fake Dio. remarkes that he will kill him for forcing him to strike down an image of Dio.

-Yukako is one for Koichi. she sets a girl on fire who she thought was competition, stalks Koichi, and kidnaps him.

*parts 6-8, also mentions of SA*

-Anasui is one for Jolyne. its implied that he has been stalking her prior to their meeting. completely obsessed with her and tries to marry her. he tries to get F.F. to push her down stairs so that he could catch her and become her "savior." expresses extreme jealousy when he thinks Weather Report and Jolyne. he was imprisoned because he killed his lover because he caught her cheating on him with another dude (who he also killed).

-Funny Valentine tries to SA Lucy Steel twice. he even states that he is infatuated with her. is touchy with her on multiple occasions. after she is revealed to be pregnant with the corpse, he refers to as a goddess of good fortune and states that a shrine should be erected of her.

-Joshu Higashikata, in the very first chapter of Jojolion, tries to off Gappy in a fit of jealousy because he thought that he was trying to sleep with Yasuho. His obsession with Yasuho never lets up over the course of Jojolion.

-Daiya Higashikata tries to steal Gappy's memories with her stand so that she can keep her with him forever.

-if my memory serves me right, i think that Tsurugi Higashikata is one as well, as he does some fucked up shit to Yasuho to try to get her.

I think Araki might be on to something here... 🤔

It's his fault for getting us hooked onto yanderes 😭 He primed us! /j

[figurecollection]

The character i own the most figures of is DIO! Here's the best photo I have of my shrine, but it's a bit outdated, though the most notable figures are all present;

I have 10 figures of him and 2 of The World, 2 plushies, 2 nice quality prints (albeit one is the Paralympics poster but no one can convince me that's NOT DIO on there lmao), 2 production cels from the 90s OVA (shown below), and an original sketch by the OVA character designer, Junichi Hayama! (also shown below)

I have a few other minor things too but they are not as interesting. I am also waiting for the preorders on another gorgeous figure of him to open!

My entire shrine only counts about 24 items which definitely makes it way smaller than most people's, but since I live in a small apartment it's definitely a huge quality over quantity case for me. I try to only buy merch of him that I consider absolute top tier. Only the best for my beloved UvU

As for why I collect DIO, he's just a huge comfort character for me, and a big art muse. I associate it with a lot of good things happening in my life & I'm looking to get a tattoo of him done in June too B)

NICE!!! I'm really impressed! I used to be a HUGE jjba fan (my legal name is actually based off a jojo character... lmao...........) so I 100% totally understand. There really are some lovely figures of him, Dio has such an amazing design with the obvious glam rock inspo and flamboyant personality. This is honestly an impressive collection, I especially love the RAH doll of him. Love this shrine to bits looking at it brings me so much joy

[arr-jim-lad]

If you don't mind me asking, could you tell me about DIO and how he became your favourite? I'm curious!

you know what that's a really good question and i wish i had a clear answer but it kinda just happened lmfao. there was some process to it that i can easily narrow down though and i will gladly dive into it and try to explain it because you KNOW i'll take any chance to talk about god damned DIO lmao

im gonna try to make this as coherent as possible but please bear with me, i'm pulling an allnighter and am currently in the 24th hour of awakedness so lmao

ok first; initially kakyoin was actually my favourite for a while, and after a while i'd say i like them the same, but we all knew. we all knew i was a dirty little liar. i have 4 kakyoin figures. i have a DIO shrine. i wrote several analyses of DIO. my god damned phone background is DIO. idk who i was trying to fool lmao

the funny thing is that before i watched jojo i actually fucking hated DIO lmfao, there was a blog here that posted undertale quotes and i really enjoyed it, but then one day the blog decided to just start posting 'you expected x but it was me, dio' memes and it was extremely unfunny and annoying and i hated it and i hated him lmfao

then i watched jojo with my friend and i just thought DIO was funny in like a fucked up way, mind you i watched the dub which made him extra funny with the british accent

i "liked" him but more like as a joke. i did really enjoy just the sheer extent of how vile he was though, making a mom eat her own baby is still one of my favourite fucked up things i've ever seen a villain do. it's the way he had fun with being absolutely reprehensible that made him so much fun to watch. i love when villains are fun.

having seen him in parts 1 and 3 i still kinda liked him as a meme and eventually as like, "i hate that i like him lol"

but like, then i've seen the OVA, and DIO spoke with andrew chaikin's voice in the dub and i was just kinda uh 😳

because like andew chaikin's freaking DIO voice???? hi hello??

also just in general how DIO is in the ova... his design and animation are fucking stellar and he was just a freaking delight to watch, but his voice made him particularly comforting to me.

so yeah it was the ova. the ova is to blame for all of this.

i do feel a need to mention because this is something that would make me super uncomfortable if people misunderstood it, but as i am aro/ace, my love for DIO is not of a romantic or sexual nature at all. i'd describe it more as like.. adoration? i see him as a muse and a comfort character.

the reason i actually really started liking DIO so much and why i consider him a comfort character is because he turned out to be just.. amazingly, delightfully comfortable to draw. i enjoy drawing him so much. i've drawn him 128 times and plan to draw him many more times. i think my art has improved immensely just from how much i've drawn him, especially when it comes to more muscular bodies, which i really didn't enjoy drawing before.

he's so incredibly fun to draw because he combines this macho huge body with fashion and elegance and beauty, and drama and evil and danger and egypt and vampires. there's always something about him that's gonna inspire me to draw another piece of him. i haven't had an art block since i started drawing him (though worth noting is that my mascot Luv has also been a top notch fighter against art block; him and DIO are my main muses to always keep me drawing and experimenting and creating new approaches)

I also think DIO is a hugely interesting character, as it's apparent by how much i've written about him in the past. i think his motivation is so messed up and convoluted and interesting because yeah a fucked up vampire who's been isolated underwater for 100 years would probably not exactly be a stable and rational person lmao

to me as someone with social anxiety, the fact that his main goal is to achieve peace of mind is also really interesting. uh, spoiler for stone ocean here so im gonna cross it through so people won't accidentally catch a glimpse of it but, ok firstly i think DIO's plan was absolutely batshit and definitely not the right thing to do LMAO, but i love that he literally wants to change reality to know what's gonna happen next, because not knowing things in advance is preventing him from achieving his peace. like im not saying i relate to DIO because i really don't, but as someone who's been very familiar with anxiety, it's really interesting to see that as a villain's motivation (also might as well mention i don't think DIO has anxiety, i think it's more like frustration over lack of control with him, also he's a huge paranoic)

i want to also talk about his philosophy that i genuinely love so much, and that is the concept of gravity as he means it on that famous panel. DIO's idea of gravity is a very zen concept, it's the idea that fate will bring you where you need to be, fate will make you meet the people you need to meet, etc. as someone who struggles with anxiety, that is a really compelling idea to me, which helped me overcome stressful situations long before i got into jojo. of course i do understand that to some people the idea of a predetermined fate can be terrifying and tbh i totally get it, but for me, when it comes to anxiety-inducing situations, the idea of "gravity" has helped me be less stressed. it's a very interesting concept and i love that it's something that's so deeply ingrained in DIO's philosophy. (PS just so you know whenever i say DIO's plan was a good idea i am joking 100% of the time, i would not want to live in the world he wanted to create. however, it's funny to say DIO was thinking of us socially anxious folks so im gonna keep saying it lmao)

you know, it's also really funny that like.. DIO ended up being such a massive beloved comfort character of mine, because like up until him, i generally got attached to characters who were very Good and Wholesome lmao. tfw the two characters that served as the most important comfort characters for me in my life were DIO and......... Papyrus from Undertale LMAO

they are almost polar opposites, but what they both have in common is that they are both very confident, and i'd say that while characters who doubt themselves are generally those i personally relate to, characters who are confident are the ones i gravitate towards for "support". Papyrus has been a character who i honestly hold single-handedly responsible for helping me turn my life around and just.. had an amazing impact on my mental health. i dont want to know who i'd be today if i never got into undertale.

with DIO, i feel like part of the reason why im so joyous and loud about how much i love him and why im so open about how much fun im having enjoying his character so much is because if i were to meet this character back then, when i was in college or in high school, i would never allow myself to enjoy this. i think that to me, DIO being such a huge comfort character represents like... something? i can't quite put my finger on it, but i feel a certain kind of pride and freedom about it because i know i overcame something in these past few years, and that i am much better and happier for it in every aspect.

i am very much a person who gets deeply attached to things or characters that i associate with positive changes in my life. because i've been at such a low point once in my life, i cling to things that remind me of how far i've come.

im just like.. really happy to be here as i am and DIO somehow became a deeply ingrained part of that.

[saragreenlittleflowers]

I finally arrived in this place of gods. There is a way of saying in Italian that goes "Un posto dimenticato da Dio", "A place that God forgot about". Here is quite the opposite; it feels like this is a place where the gods live. It's officially my first day in Itoshima (Fukuoka Prefecture), and my third day in Japan. I am really here, totally, entirely, with my brushes and my sketchpad and my heart full of curiosity and love. Today I wandered a lot all around to find out about a beautiful bamboo forest topped by a torii. I felt curious and I ventured in the realm of the sacred. I walked under the old stone torii and I immediately felt uneasy. I felt fear and the need of coming back; I wasn't welcomed in the bamboo forest, I felt that I wasn't allowed to be there. I could easily recognise where people had walked until they moulded a path through the tall bamboo, but after a few meters the path had disappeared to leave space to the wilderness. I had to come back. I was being kicked out. After crossing the torii again on my way back, I walked safely on the main road to explore another torii, which actually turned out to be a wonderful uphill walk. The shrine is called Masuegoro Inari Jinja (松末五郎稲荷神社), a shrine to kami O-Inari, the God/Goddess (it's depicted in both female and male form) of foxes, rice and fertility, but also agriculture in general, and sake. Most inhabitants of Itoshima are involved into agriculture and in fact they even sell their produce at local shops; it makes sense that O-Inari is so venerated. I bought quite a few bits from them and they all taste delicious. The O-Inari Jinja experience is hard to describe. For the first time in my life I practiced Shinto in a shrine. I entered the torii and immediately saw the little stone basin with a bamboo scoop. I slowly washed my hands: first the left one while the right one would scoop up some water and let it fall on the skin, and then viceversa. Then the mouth and ultimately another quick hand wash before putting the scoop away. In Shintoism it's important to be cleansed before entering a sacred territory, it's a sign of respect. Who would show up at someone's house all dirty, after all? There is a special energy here that is proper of gods. And then there are humans, who grew around this energy. I have happened to come across an old man who was taking care of the shrine today, as I was climbing my way up - the shrine is built on a hill and is made of little sites, just like a pilgrimage. The old man was all busy washing the cups that are usually filled with offerings. He diligently, slowly, carefully cleaned all of them under the stream of water and then put them back, in extreme silence and devotion. I observed him from a distant spot and he would not look up once, such was his absorption. I sketched a lot, stopping by each and every tiny shrine. Some didn't have offerings, others did; one tiny shrine had an unopened sake can (O-Inari is also the kami of sake). Another shrine was constituted of 4 perfectly aligned Inari statues, a bit run down but still intact. The biggest shrines had large bottles of sake all wrapped in what looked like thin white paper and a red ribbon, long inscriptions on top. It was magical to witness all this devotion, and even more magical to be there myself and practice this wonderful indigenous form of belief that I feel so much close to my heart, as if I belonged to it.

Tomorrow I want to see the ocean. It's only a bike ride away. Updates soon. I'm so happy that I'm here. I saved every penny of my income to make this happen, for years. It's unreal to sit on this bed right now, in a bedroom that I cleaned and tidied up myself today, and to listen to the chatter of the old neighbours. I had miso soup and vegetables with tofu for dinner, treat of my housemate. The local train is passing by right now, I can hear the sound of the bell that announces it and the noise of the rails. I brought a little table here, that is now standing by the big window, open to the fresh summer wind. It's very humid, yet I don't mind it; I kind of like it somehow. I feel deep, warm pleasure inside of my soul, and my soul feels home. My broken Japanese is slowly getting better. I learnt a word today (which I had already studied a few months ago, but not practicing I tend to forget): 米 - こめ - kome, rice. It's now engraved in my memory.

[seawitch62]

The Displeasure Of Zeus

For centuries past, Mount Olympus has been in a state of torpor.

The glory days are well behind, forgotten pages in history, myth.

They awake momentarily for the occurrence of a movie, television shows even a poem here and there and a song, but mostly they slumber.

Once revered, idolized, now they are delegated as ancient myths.

Where once magnificent temples were erected in their honour.

Festivals and games held in their name.

Olympia, held every four years, is a rural sanctuary site in the western Peloponnesos dedicated to the worship of Zeus.

Now they worship the participants, not Zeus himself.

Pyanopsia, a festival for Apollo, long forgotten.

Shrines adorned the landscape, offerings in their names were bountiful.

The wrath of Zeus was known and feared.

Modern society mocks the ancients for their beliefs, believing their lack of knowledge of science led them to believe such nonsense.

Mount Olympus, home to twelve Gods, the palace of Zeus befitting a God.

Polytheistic, now a thing of the past.

Zeus Athena Apollo Poseidon Hermes Hera Aphrodite Demeter Ares  Artemis Hephaistos Dionysus.

No longer worshipped, assigned to a  time of folklore.

Hades, misunderstood, misinterpreted, God of the Underworld and the Dead, Chthonic, shrines not so many.

Forgotten.

Rumblings on Mount Olympus have been occurring with frequency.

For Zeus is displeased.

Zeus is awake and his patience has dwindled away to nothing.

"Enough" he bellows.

Agitated steps as he roams his palace, the momentum of his anger building into a frenzy.

For the hairless apes have gone °too far!

"They shall know my displeasure!"

"I am the all powerful Zeus, God of the Sky, lightning bolts and Thunder bolts, the master of disguise, these hairless apes, will disrespect me no longer!"

"With Pegasus and Aetos Dios, we will soar the heavens and the sky, those beneath us will tremble in fear!" He states.

°

What has caused this fury?

The hairless apes who once exalted him, now they idolize athletes, actors, singers, entertainers.

"They are not Gods, but mere puppets who perform"

The hairless apes flock to their temples, movie theaters, concerts, sporting fields, even their television sets.

Cheering, yelling their names as if these mortals can open the skies with lightning bolts.

"It's time for them to remember the power of Zeus" he rants.

Pretty boys and girls, who sing on command, receive lavish gifts, while Zeus is ignored!.

The heavens open, lightning illuminates the sky,  crashing to earth, explosive thunder rumbles and roars, the displeasure of Zeus is not to be ignored.

"Hermes!" Zeus  Summons with his powerful voice.

"Send word, to all deities, to gather at Pantheon, for it's our time to reign supreme once more".

[kenkamishiro]

Jack Jeanne Playthrough Part 1 (Prologue)

I started a Jack Jeanne playthrough a few days ago on Twitter, but I’ll also post here since Twitter is terrible about archiving. I plan on summarizing the entire demo (which is basically up to the end of the 1st performance), and wooing all of the main cast (lol) for all of Ishida’s stills.

Thanks and enjoy!

Fun fact, the background on the title screen changes depending if it's day or night.

The first screenshot of the game I posted has the night version, and it pans out over the entire city of Tamazaka.

Young Tachibana Kisa and Yonaga Souichirou are playing make believe with Kisa's older brother, Tsuki (Kisa calls him Tsuki-nii). Kisa and Yonaga (Sou-chan) Kisa and Yonaga are siblings fighting against Tsuki the Moon King to save their father who's been turned into stone by him.

Tsuki boasts he's gonna use their father to decorate his palace, and he sprinkles moondust on Kisa and Yonaga to turn them into stone too.

Tsuki: Hahahahahaha! ......okay, that's enough for today.

(Tsuki's totally gonna be the big bad in JJ, I can already tell)

Tsuki stops since the sun is already setting to the kids' dismay. Kisa wishes there was a school where she could spend the entire day singing, acting and performing on stage instead of doing mundane schoolwork. And be able to attend it with Yonaga and Tsuki.

Flash forward a few years, Kisa is watching Tsuki perform at Univeil Revue Academy (not Univers, I checked the JJ site), from the Quartz class. He's got lots of fans, called the pride of the academy. Skilled at singing, dancing, acting, etc. The best.

Kisa wants to perform on that stage just like her brother. If only she could attend Univeil, but since she's not a boy...

Btw, the one on the left is Fumi. Same mole, and Tsuki's bio mentioned he performed with 1st year Fumi when he was in his 3rd year.

Some time later. Kisa is delivering lunches everyday for the local lunch vendor. She runs into her friend Akane Ao (Ao-chan) after finishing deliveries. Ao notes it must be difficult working everyday, but Kisa says it's fun, plus she gets a free lunch.

Ao is preparing for high school entrance exams. Her top choice is the school close to Tamazaka City, where Univeil is located, since she loves watching Univeil's revues. She won't be able to see Kisa as much, but Kisa reassures her they'll continue to meet.

Ao asks if Kisa really isn't going to keep going to school.

Ao: You've got a dream too, right Kisa?

Kisa: No, not really. My father's going through some trouble, so I need to help however I can. I have to go back to the lunch vendor soon. See ya!

(avoiding the topic, huh)

Ao: Ever since her brother disappeared, her family...seems to be going through hard times. I'm worried for you, Kisa-chan.

(My Tsuki-being-the-antagonist vibes are getting more justified. Did his ego get so big that he ditched his family?)

Kisa goes home, about to eat the lunch that auntie packed for her. She hears a noise and wonders if it's a debt collector. But it ends up being a weasel with a crescent-moon on its belly.

Kisa: Eh!? A cat...no, a tanuki? A weasel? In the middle of the city?

The weasel runs around and makes a mess in the closet before it runs away. Kisa ends up finding an album of her and Tsuki. She finds the one of Tsuki at Univeil, and remembers her dream of being on stage at Univeil. But it'll never come true.

Kisa finds a photo she doesn't remember of her, Tsuki and Yonaga playing make-believe at a shrine. Yonaga moved away before middle school so she hasn't seen him in ages. She ends up visiting the shrine, remembering how there was once three of them, but now she's alone.

Kisa: ...Univeil. Univeil Revue Academy is a place where revues are created by male students. Only boys are allowed to attend the school and stand onstage...lucky Tsuki-nii. I wanted to go to Univeil too... 

 A suspicious man: Ohoh, just what I was looking for.

Chuuza Shuuri, voiced by Koyasu Takehito (Dio, Takatsugi), the headmaster of Univeil. He recognizes Kisa right away as Tsuki's younger sister and tells her to enroll at Univeil, shocking Kisa.

He has to ask her to check the school site to prove he's not trying to scam her lol.

When asked why, Chuuza states Univeil and its predecessor, Tamazaka Revue Academy has a 200+ year history, 300+ years if the original traveling troupe "The Tamazaka Company" is included. Every year of its history performed by men only.

But Chuuza finds that tradition stale and wants to breathe some new life into the academy. Why do the same thing for ages when both men and women can have the talent? Kisa will be that new life. Follow Tsuki's footsteps to Univeil and test her strengths there.

There will be resistance against Kisa even if it's the headmaster who's allowing it, so he asks her to disguise herself as a boy. Kisa just needs to pass the entrance exam, and Chuuza will deal with the application.

The chances are high of her being discovered as a girl, and if she is, she will be expelled. If she passes, tuition and dorm fees will be covered and she'll get paid while performing on stage so she doesn't have to worry about her father's debts.

Chuuza: There's no need to give up on your dreams.

Kisa: ...!!!

He leaves so Kisa can think it over.

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