#dionio

There was never any denial to the unnatural beauty of the Pillarmen, but finding even THAT asshole to be alluring in the way a horned viper’s scaled majesty would captivate was beyond even Joseph’s own understanding. Strong as the brunet was, he would not take his Enemy lightly for more than one reason as he stood in place underneath the scarlet hued orbs rooting him in place.

Keep your wits about you, Joseph, he’d say within the confines of a cunning skull; ignoring the beads of sweat collecting in small droplets. Thick brows furrowed to a perplexed summit, a low exhale steadying his nerves.

flirt but horribly // JOOT LOLOL

It’s okay because Joot gets a big smooch for trying~

STOP BULLYING ME

 @dionio​ asked: Jotaro squints at you & star. ". . . but hes my favorite in the world..." IN A LOW ASS WHISPERS. ". . . :< well, Hierophant is MY favorite in the WHolE WIDE WORLD." oh no joot at the jellyNESS // i cackled so HARD

     “Jealousy is an ugly look on you Jotaro.” tsk tsk Jotaro, stop acting like such a child. “Don’t be angry just because Star likes ME better. Hierophant doesn’t even LIKE you.” Arms over his chest, teasing tone in his voice, Kakyoin even sticks out his tongue at the taller young man.

☾ ✧ // prat.

His eyes narrow and glimmer with blood-lust, his body recoiling as his assailant grabs for his face. The strangers' fingernails sink into his ivory skin with animosity.  Dio can’t remember who this man is, but he is most definitely a vampire—just like him.  His fangs bare, ready to rip out the man’s jugular. " ooh? " His coo is soaked in confidence, hardly stunned by this incident. “ If you wish to keep your limbs, I advise you release me. ” he sneers, voice cold.  Dio is not a man toy with in the mood he currently soaks in (unless one has a plan in mind).  Pure annoyance radiates from his body.             Pressing his back off the wall and going against the other admirable strength, Dio stands tall, eyes gleaming in the pitch black of the night.  Pushing against the other’s forehead, his hands raise and wrap around his wrists, squeezing them violently, his own talons making their mark on the other’s cold and pale flesh. “ If you make me waste any more energy on a lowly beast like yourself, you’ll be nothing but a scavenger's dinner. Although, they might have better taste than to rip apart utter shit.” His brows furrow in anger as a smirk widens on his devious features.

☾ ✧ // ——  “issat so?  well, good fer them, then; if ya think yerself better than me, they’ll get a worthy meal in the end,” the vampire snarls back, dark blue eyes smoldering with hatred and disgust and strong, clawed hands trembling with rage.  the only reason reuben stands and remains so close is so he can memorize this bastard’s gleaming amber eyes, so he can drink in the sight of them widening, dulling, closing as death, taking the form of a guttersnipe, devours him whole.  

               he has no plan; he spied the dandy by chance while he was busy skulking along the streets of london in an attempt to get home unnoticed, and quickly changed course to stalk and corner him in an alley.  this dandy is the type to want a grandiose death, a splendorous death, considering how, even just to wound him, to merely set him back, someone needed to burn down his fucking house with him inside.  reuben will not give him what he wants; this bastard dies alone in a crumpled heap surrounded by snow and filth.

The infuriated youth tugged his hat down over his face in shame. Shit.. he really just called the literal sweetest person on earth ‘Dio-lookin-muthafucka’.  “Kakyoin...You know as well as I do that you can’t just run up behind someone and pull a full invasive maneuver when I’m trying to punch the fucking enderman.”

He took a breath, trying to regain what little dignity he had to hold onto through the mic. 

Don’t ask him why he thought doing this was something worth extending his neck out for. He couldn’t explain it to himself in all honesty. The calculations were true enough, knowing the likely scenario he’d find himself in for succumbing to a compulsion dipping unto a darker desire that may very well claim his life if the wrong move was made. The clash between teal and crimson, determination obvious in one set though it would quickly diminish to a low panic once the gripping of his top clenched at the material and all of his burly weight lifted off the ground only a few inches.

Nothing he can’t fix by extending his toes to stand on..!

A low exhale passed between slightly parted lips, regaining his composure to once more meet eye to eye.Something about that bastard just couldn’t bear to dig itself out from under his skin, a thorn itching at him to test his luck and merit for getting out of hot water. Flirting with Danger was his vice, was it not?

★ “ A for effort, right? Y’know.. not all battles have to be won. ” Relax, breathe. Sweat on his brow could not be helped but he could get a better grasp of his nerves through careful respiration.. the most important thing is to never panic even as his face was mere inches away. The beginning of a smirk dared to show his disobedience in showing fear, nervous as it may waver at the corners of his mouth. One more cocky glance, the quick pursing of lips as his head snapped forward to mash his lips against that damned Bastard’s own. Ballsy, yes, this was extremely ballsy for even his own standards but was submitting to a power greater than his own any better?

It was predestined in his blood to defy Fate, after all.

Parting his mouth from his stunt, the baring of a smirk strained in rebellion. His hand that had planted on the wall? It never left its post.

★ “ I got what I wanted in the end. ”