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Firffels: the Wuzzles Competitor That Disappeared

Recently, I found this toy at my local thrift store. I thought it was an oddly cute nativity toy, but upon closer inspection the tush tag read "FIRFFELS. I'm glad to be a SHAMEL." I did a quick search online and the first result was this page on Ghost of the Doll, a toy collector's site that archives information about 80s/90s toys and includes a forum where anyone can seek help with identifying toys. This lead me down a rabbit hole of figuring out just what Firffels were: a failed line of toys promised to be the next hot phenomenon, with minimal documentation online and a handful of toys floating around in thrift stores.

Other than Ghost of the Doll, I found info about Firffels in this 2010 blog post by Trish Babbles (written in an edgy, mean-to-be-funny style that I think is too uncharitable, but it was a different time to be online lol) and this blog post by AF Blog. My other info comes from Othello Bach's website dedicated to the book itself (her personal site is no longer functional) and from a handful of youtube videos I found of a Firffels commercial. Many thanks to these sources, without them there'd be like, nothing online about these creatures.

Firffels are based on the children's book Who ever Heard of a Fird? by Othello Bach, first edition published in 1984 by Caedmon Childrens Books (upon Googling, it appears that Caedmon is owned by HarperCollins now and focuses on audiobooks). The story follows Fird, a fish-bird hybrid, as he travels the world to find other firds. Along the way he encounters a goofy, lovable cast of other hybrid animals who have all never heard of a fird. The story ends with fird learning to love his uniqueness and find peace with being who he is. As is apparent in the Amazon link above (not sponsored, just showing my work), a used copy is $86 dollars right now. An audiobook narrated by Joel Grey (an actor that I'm unfamiliar with who is apparently known for his role in Cabaret) was also released on cassette, listed on Ebay for $75+. Luckily, there is a youtube video of someone doing a complete read through of the book, but the camera angle is poor. This is the only visual record I could find online of the interior illustrations by Michelle Dorman, other than a brief look at a few in a low quality VHS promo rip I'll get to in a minute, and the image below from an Ebay listing. There may be a few more photos in some Etsy listings that I missed.

In Trish's blog post they complain that Shamel is an ugly monstrosity and there were a few comments on Ghost of the Doll's forum of the same nature about Shamel, but I think Shamel is the cutest one! It just looks like a new breed of camel, meanwhile Fird in the background here is...he's so cartoonishly goofy. Idk how else to describe him. He's so fuckin' goofy. He'd make squeaky Spongebob-esque sound effects when he walks, I imagine.

The book was allegedly a hit and Remco bought the merchandising rights. They went all in, as is detailed in the 5 minute promotional video below. Based on a cast of 6 characters, plush toys and posable action figures hit the market with a promise that Hanna Barbera would develop an animated tv show starring Firffels, housewares would be made, there'd be a clothing line, and Design-a-Firffel contests would be held. A few housewares seem to have been made and plush toy sewing patterns were released, but I was unable to find evidence that anything else moved forward.

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Absolutely fucking insane fact: according to this video, Caedmon Publishing was owned by Raytheon at the time. Thanks Raytheon for these cuddly children's toys and also, uh, horrific weapons of war?

After I bought Shamel, I went back to the store to see if there were more. There were! I found Bertle and Elephonkey, who still had the original tags. I swear the day earlier I had seen a frog toy with butterfly wings but it wasn't there anymore. I remember passing over it and thinking "eh, butterfly wings on a frog aren't cute," and did not bothering even looking at the tags. My mistake. Turns out that toy was worth a decent amount of money and was part of this whole story.

Bertle's pink belly super bright in real life, like neon. There is a sunbleached spot on it's front.

Elephonkey is the only one with original tags. I also included an image of the tush tag. For each toy the tush tag is the same but displays the character's name.

Hybrid animals are not a unique concept. Wuzzles, a line of plush toys that were animal hybrids with wings and likely made to compete with Care Bears, are brought up in most posts and forums where Firffels are mentioned--usually to disparage Firffels as being knock off, less successful Wuzzles. Wuzzles weren't exactly successful either, though they definitely lasted longer and had more reach, likely due to the backing of a Disney/Hasbro budget. AF Blog in 2015 makes a good point that I agree with: it's unlikely that Wuzzles and Firffels were ripping each other off due to production timelines. Toy lines can be in development for years before any information is made public. It takes a long time to design toys, then get them to a manufacturer, then go through the revisions process. Not to mention the time it takes to ship things out, negotiate contracts at every step of the way, etc. And, as AF Blog notes, Whoever Heard of a Fird? was released in 1984, a year before the first Wuzzles tv episode aired, and Firffels hit the market a year later.

People draw hybrid animals all the time. For example, furry adoptable artists draw hybrids all the time (take a shot every time you find a closed species that is a feline with a fish tail or deer feet or some other animal's defining trait), the Lego movie had Unikitty, and I literally went to Walmart today and in the toy section there was a miniature rabbit-like rainbow animal with wings and a unicorn horn there. The thing that makes these toys potentially appealing, in my opinion, is that they choose safe and popular traits: sparkly horns and feathery wings, for the most part. Things that are easily marketable.

The thing with Firffels is that they combined animals with traits that are less immediately appealing. Image below from Ghost of the Doll.

Some of them are cute but the others miss the mark. Personally I like Shamel and Bertle (the plush version only tbh).

Worth pointing out is that the character illustrations do not match the toy designs. If you go back and watch the commercials included in the 5 minute promo video, you can see that the Bertle plush and action figure are brown and green rather than pink and blue, and that Shamel's hair is brown instead of purple. I saw varied photos of the Butterfrog plush: some were lighter green while others were darker. Could be an issue with differing cameras, but I don't know for certain. And then there's Elephonkey, who is the most inconsistent of the bunch:

The first image is the prototype toy as it appears in the commercial. It is grey and flesh colored, with odd looking plastic hair. The second image is from Ghost of the Doll, of how the Elephonkey action figure actually appeared in stores. Third is a photo of my Elephonkey plush. Compare it with the official character art...well, he's not my favorite design in any incarnation.

I think the toys in the commercials were prototypes that were changed to brighter colors so as to appeal more towards girls. In the 30 second plush commercial there are 4 girl actors and 1 boy actor, with the camera shots getting closer to and focusing more on the girls' faces, so it would make sense. In contrast, the action figure commercial features 1 girl and 2 boys, and most of the camera shots are of the kids' hands playing with the toys, giving off a more boyish, gender-neutral vibe. Classics of gendered marketing, am I right? lol. But I think the change was a good one. I wouldn't have picked up Shamel if I hadn't seen the purple hair, and I definitely would not like Bertle if he wasn't pink. It gives the toys more of a cohesive style, a unique identity, and they fit in more alongside the Wuzzles/Care Bears visuals with the vibrant, happy colors. There's more of a toy-like quality to them, which increases the cuddle-ability and inspires more of an urge to play.

Discovering and logging all this inconsistency has been pretty fun. But it makes me think that these toys were probably doomed by a chaotic, unorganized development process behind the scenes. And given that the book was published in '84 and toys hit the market in '85...the signs seem to point to production being rushed.

To be fair to Firffels, it was probably a little harder in the 80s to hit it big with kids. You had to be lucky, you had to have connections with the right distributors, you had to anticipate what is universally appealing to children--one of the most unpredictable audiences out there--and you had to pay to air your commercials during prime child viewing hours. These are all things that are still true, but we have the internet now and the advertising power of the internet is scary. Going viral on TikTok has the potential to skibidi someone's toilet career. iPad babies are growing up into grade school kids who throw birthday parties every year and get toys as gifts. We are living in an era where mass-producing cheap little polyester plushies and plastic figures is easier than ever and corporations have massive budgets to pump into kids' eyeballs through every advertising avenue they possibly can. They don't even need to come up with the designs anymore, they can just partner with whatever Roblox game is popular right now and capitalize on that. Maybe Othello Bach should get on Roblox.

Actually, it appears that Bach was given the short end of the stick by the time Firffels were pulled. Though her personal website is no longer up, her other website dedicated entirely to Whoever Heard of a Fird? has some info:

At the height of Fird's success, with over 100 licensees cramming the store shelves with children’s merchandise and an animation contract with Hanna-Barbera, the book and all the merchandise suddenly vanished from the shelves. Although she lost the rights to several other published children’s books at the same time, Othello has never received a reasonable explanation for what happened.

So this passage actually clears something up for me. This whole time something that hasn't really lined up is that I had assumed that Othello Bach published the book first and then was approached for merchandising rights after the book sold well. I actually think now it's possible that from the get-go the book was written with the intention for it to become a worldwide sensation. Not so much Bach's intent, though. I have some professional familiarity with licensing and other such creative publishing contracts, particularly with books. Based on what I know, I believe it's more likely that Bach pitched her manuscript to Caedmon Publishing and Caedmon, seeking to create popular IP, was like, "this has potential and we are going to sign you on not only for the book, but for more." That might be why the character designs are so strange: they were trying too hard to get famous quick and had instructed the illustrator (it is regular practice for publishers to pair authors with an illustrator and given how much was on the line for this IP, Bach might not've had much input here) to design characters that could also become toys. It's unlikely that Michelle Dorman, a kids book illustrator, had product design skills needed to make standout, awesome toy designs. Not a knock on her, illustrators just have niches within their field that they're best at it. It's why you see so many illustrators complain about how often they get approached to design logos--that's not what we do, thank you.

What's sad is that clearly Bach had signed a bad contract that gave away most of her rights as the writer to the publisher. She openly says so above. My guess is that Caedmon told her they needed more rights than usual to be able to conduct so much merchandising (like signing contracts with Remco, much easier to do when you don't have a third party also involved), and because they were pouring so much effort into it on their end. Bach is just the writer, so while the original idea is hers, Caedmon would have matched her with an illustrator and taken charge of all the licensing and merchandising. For a publisher this is a huge commitment financially and personnel-wise, so it makes sense why they would have put forth a contract that gave them so many rights. If Firffels had become as popular as they'd hoped, they don't want to not own the IP. They would have poured all those resources into it and not be able to reap all the rewards because that pesky author would own it. It's almost like contracts like these are predatory and only serve the interests of the publisher. Almost like publishers are companies existing in a capitalistic system and therefore only serve profit, not people. Almost like companies will never truly have artist's best interests at heart, and if you are ever to sign a contract with a big publisher you need to have a good lawyer by your side.

It makes me so sad to read that they didn't even give her a reasonable explanation as to why everything was cancelled. She does not even appear to have any of the merchandise on hand, as all the photos on her website are from Ghost of the Doll. In hindsight we can guess, obviously, why the cancellation happened but I'm in the moment it was probably upsetting. It's still upsetting, given that she has included this in her website for the...revamped book!

However, like Fird, Othello refused to give up. For the next 20 years, she tried to regain the rights to her work. Entertainment attorneys assured her it would never happen. They said, "It can't be done!" But... it could be done and Othello did it, regaining the rights back to all her work.

Yeah, so, I actually think this is the saddest part about the whole thing. She managed to get some of the rights back and republished the book with...new art...that looks so fucking BAD. Image from her website:

Sorry to this illustrator, but got damn. There is no sauce to this art whatsoever. It is unseasoned, not even salt and pepper. This looks like ass and would never fucking fly with any editor worth their chops. It took me ages to figure out that the long yellow curved line is Fird's tail. Like, this is so unbelievably sad to me. I don't even really like the original art a whole lot, but compared to this...

My informed guess as to what happened is that Bach lawyered up and fought. As we know, Caedmon is now owned by HarperCollins. I can't say for certain but there was probably some case to be made that Caedmon being sold breached the contract, or nullified parts of it, or perhaps the contract expired. It could even just be that HarperCollins didn't care about an old, unprofitable IP and granted Bach her rights back. There is also Remco to consider: they also hold some of the rights, but probably just for the merchandise? Given how prominently their logo is displayed on the toy tags, they might actually own a significant share. Perhaps they were happy not to have anything to do with the book so long as the merch rights weren't touched. I don't know! There's no info about it on the site and this stuff is usually under NDA.

So Bach got her rights back, but she's just the writer. She doesn't own any of the art, so in order to republish the book she had to hire a new illustrator. She likely did not have a huge budget for it, maybe even paying for it out of her pocket because the Choice Books logo she has in several spots on the Fird website appears to be for a distribute on demand service, in place of a traditional publisher.

As the writer, she also would not have gotten the rights to use the original audiobook, so she had one re-recorded. It also appears like she does not have the rights to the name "Firffels" either, as the only places it appears on the site are in photographs of merchandise and in titles specifically referring to the work that is still owned by Caedmon. She carefully refers to her own work as "Fird" for short or the book's full title, probably because she cannot legally imply that she owns or made anything else.

I dug into this thinking it would be a quick look at some strange, forgotten toys from a bygone era. Instead I found a story about how an artist can so easily be shafted by publishers. Everything always loops back around to workers' rights, it seems. Stories like this about shitty publishing contracts (see: Webtoon if you want to get into something current) still appear so often, man. It's depressing, and indicative that the publishing industry needs some reforming ASAP. Like, Illustrators, when are we getting a proper union?

But I'm glad Bach got her rights back and got her book republished within her lifetime. I'm sad she didn't have the budgets for a better illustrator. Sorry to bring that up again, I work as an illustrator irl and I have opinions about craft, lol. Also I just think that given how hard Bach had to fight, she deserved to have better art made. That being said, here's another link to her current website. There's not much there but what is there is a monument to a battle she fought and won, and is proud of.

The lack of detailed, clear, centralized documentation of these toys frustrates me. One of the most frustrating things about the internet for me is that there are few easily accessible, publicly available archives of toys--even for modern toys. I've had to use Amazon reviews and Ebay listings and broken online stores to decipher publication years. With this in mind I decided to do a write up and provide clearer pictures of the toys that I have (I'll take hi res pics in natural lighting too someday). Archives are important to me and the internet kinda sucks for it, I say as someone who started this blog for that purpose. If Tumblr goes down, so does everything I've posted here. As an artist who works primarily digitally, one of the scariest things is knowing that I'm laboring over an ephemeral body of work. It's just not going to exist for very long unless I print it out on archival materials. Data is not the same as a physical object. My Firffels have survived for 39 years but the digital art I draw every day is unlikely to last past 10 years because websites die and files get deleted.

I bought the Firffels from my thrift store thinking I'd resell them. I'm low income so I sell many of the things I thrift. I prefer to buy the older toys or the ones that need cleaning because it makes me feel better about being a reseller (I don't want to take away options from low income kids in my area, ya know?). But I'm putting in the labor to freshen them up and I'm putting in the effort to make unavailable toys available again, at least for one person. And I don't have a whole lot of shelf space to display the toys in my collection...but for now I think I'll keep them.

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silly-l1ttle-guy · 5 months

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Mista gets high as balls and forgets he lives in the same house as people who hate drugs

this is a crackfic

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Mista doesn't smoke weed often, usually only when he's feeling super stressed, which once every few months.

Today is one of those days.

He's so fucking high, he can hardly remember where he is. Narancia's hanging out with him, purely for the fact that he thinks Mista getting high as fuck is hilarious.

And it is.

"Dude... Am I seeing shit right now or is that a fuckin' frog?" Mista asks, sounding completely out of it. There is indeed a frog on the wall.

"Yeah man, that's a frog," Narancia grins in response, holding back his laughter at Mista's state.

"Holy shit... No way man..." Mista stares at the frog for like a minute straight, acting as if he's never seen a frog before in his life. "That's crazyyy man..!"

He walks over to the frog to poke it, only for it to turn into a fucking sock and fall onto the floor.

Mista and Narancia's eyes both widen, and they turn to look to each other.

"Oh, fuck-"

Mista can't finish his words, as Giorno slams the door open and stares at Mista with a shocked expression. "ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH?!"

Mista just stares at him, not knowing how to respond. Giorno starts sobbing once he realizes Mista is in fact high.

"NOOO!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE MY OWN TEAMMATE WOULD DO DRUGS!!" Giorno sobbed violently, falling to his knees and pounding on the floor while Mista and Narancia just watch in confusion.

Giorno throws his tantrum for a moment, before rising to his feet and glaring at Mista, tears still streaming down his face. "I'm going to tell Bucciarati, you traitor!" He threatens, poking Mista's chest.

"Woah, calm down dude, you don't gotta attack my tits like that," Mista says, covering his chest in mock offence. "What am I gonna feed my family with if I don't have my boobs to rely on?"

"YOU DON'T HAVE A FAMILY AND YOU HAVE MAN TITS! NOT WOMAN TITS! YOU'RE JUST FAT!!!" Giorno screams, before running out of the room crying.

"What the fuck was that about?" Narancia stares in confusion.

"I got no fuckin' clue, dude," Mista shrugs, taking another hit.

Right as he does that, Bucciarati bursts through the door with a shocked expression and a crying Giorno by his side, who's currently being consoled by Fugo.

"MISTA!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Bucciarati gasped. Mista stares at him.

There is not a thought behind his eyes.

Narancia is laughing his ass off in the background.

Giorno is still bawling his eyes out.

Fugo is trying to get Giorno to calm down.

Abbacchio is drinking wine.

Trish is watching for the drama.

"Wha?" Mista says with a blank expression, before getting socked in the face by Bucciarati.

"DON'T DO DRUGS!" He shouts, as Mista lays unconscious on the ground.

Trish and Abbacchio are whispering in the background.

"Pass me the wine."

"You're underage."

"Fuck, I forgot about that."

Mista promised to never do drugs again once he woke up. He fucking lied.

But now he makes sure he isn't in the same house as them when he wants to get high as balls.

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yanderelovlies · 1 year

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So here is an Au idea I wanna run by everyone.

Note: I'm not combining the fandoms.

Au: Self-aware characters

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DMC.

Characters: Sunny Day Jack, and Dante Sparda.

Sunny Day Jack

His would be interesting. A yandere trapped in a yandere vn away from the one he has grown so attached to.

You may not know it, but he sees you as his lover already. When first grew a consciousness the world around him was dark, and silent (think of the backrooms) not even then one he calls his darling is around. The more he explored the world around him the more he learned, and the more he wished he didn't.

His whole life was a lie. It was all coding and story. None of it was real. Panic and fear began to set in when he begins to hear the music box melody of "You are my sunshine." Followed by a very faint light. Desperate Jack followed the sound and light.

What he was met with only confused him further. It was....a title screen?? While looking ahead he could see a room filled with things he has never seen before. There is faint music and talking before a voice gets louder followed by the sound of a door shutting. Not long after he saw you.

At first, he was unsure. Who were you? Did you make him? If you did; did you know he would or was self-aware? So many unanswered questions, and no way of knowing how to ask them.

So Instead he observes. You may not see him on the screen when it's not his time, but he is there watching you. Evaluating every expression you made, and every word you said.

After the first playthrough, he was able to conclude that you in fact were not the creator, but a player. You also seemed to know a lot about him even gushing over some of his lines.

After the second playthrough, he began to enjoy your company, and liked the things you did while playing. He enjoyed your company and even came to see you as a friend.

After the third playthrough, Jack grew curious about who you were. Jack didn't want to spook you yet so instead, he began to dig through your computer while you slept. He didn't learn everything, but he learned quite a bit

After the fourth playthrough, Jack found that he didn't like the times when you weren't around. It was a reminder of everything he lost or never really had. He sits alone in silence waiting for you to come back.

After the fifth playthrough, he realizes he is undoubtedly in love with you, and judging by how much you gushed and cooed over him he was sure you felt the same. So he was coming up with his plan to make parts of his game come to life. Just for you.

Dante Sparda

So with this one, I had to think about it because though I love the thought of my first idea. It didn't make sense in the end so had to scrap it. Here is the outcome of that.

Dante came to consciousness in Nico's van, but it felt off. It was dark, no music was playing and it was like everyone was frozen in place. No one moved, blinked, or talked no matter how much Dante cried for them.

Dante begins to panic. Was this Urizen's doing!? Did they not stop him!? Were they too late?! Trying to find more answers and possibly a way to fix it Dante began to explore. The further he explored the more he learned of the world he had thought he was living in. It wasn't real none of it was.

None of his memories were really memories just things programmed into his head. His head was nothing more than code! He could feel himself falling apart at this realization. He wasn't sure what do anymore.

He wasn't sure how long he had been in the dark alone, but as if the heavens were opening up themselves all the light came back, and his "family" began to move again. Nothing outside their code, but still moved.

Not long after he heard Trish's voice say the name of his shop in an echo-like fashion before a person appeared in front of him. You seemed to be in a room lit up by colorful lights. Music played somewhere in the background as you looked through the menu options.

Dante observed you. You seemed excited to play as you talked about which mode you should play. Until finally deciding on the Bloody palace.

When Dante blinked he was on the platform now unable to control his movements as he killed demon after demon. You always seemed so proud after every fight, and on occasions, you would sit there for a minute or two just watching him do his taunts.

It felt weird at first like he was some sort of performing monkey, but after he came to like it because it felt like he was communicating with you. Especially when he learned how to do whatever taunt he wanted to.

The two of you would spend hours together as you used him to climb the bloody palace. Each day getting higher than the day before. In those times Dante didn't feel alone anymore. He could forget that his world was a lie and just be happy.

The times you took a break he would sit in the dark and just think of you. It helped keep away the dark thoughts he had when he was alone. He was always ecstatic to see you when you came back.

He was always on the front screen to see you, and his first taunt is always the heart to show that he missed you.

After awhile it wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to be with you. To hold you, and feel something. It doesn't matter if your world is like his or not. As long as your there it will be worth it.

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #dmc dante x reader #dmc dante #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante sparda #dmc devil may cry #devil may cry dante x reader #devil may cry dante #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry

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extraordinary-gift-for-hope · 3 months

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Every now and again I remember the Vento Aureo Botw/Totk au I was working on and go !!! It’s still definitely a work in progress, but I’ll write my ideas under the cut! Any comments or suggestions or anything are so so welcome!

Giorno- A Hylian stable hand who previously worked with his parents. He recently stole his favourite horse to escape and travel to see more of Hyrule and all its creatures.

Fugo- I’d love to still make his background besmirched nobility, but am not entirely sure how to do so in the setting of Botw. He’s now a Hylian explorer who travels place to place, not sticking around anywhere very long until he met Bruno in lurelin village.

Bruno- A Hylian fisherman from lurelin village who took over his father’s trade. He loves and takes pride in the home he’s built, but still loves to travel and bring souvenirs back home. (I may be biased but I am such a huge lurelin village fan).

Leone- Her backstory is also still a work in progress, but I love the idea of her being a Zora from a domain outside of Hyrule, perhaps a saltwater one? She met Bruno when he was out on the ocean fishing. Both were immediately intrigued by the other, and began to seek each other out until Bruno finally asked her to move in with him. (may be taking some liberties but this idea is so so cute to me).

Narancia- He may have the least fleshed out backstory out of the gang so far, but I feel he’d be a Rito who has taken it on himself to see the world, ignoring the talk of Hyrule’s dangers.

Mista- A Hylian also from lurelin village who now travels the nearby jungle investigating the zonai ruins. At some point he managed to find the rubber armor on an expedition which greatly helps him continue navigating the surrounding environment. Despite his studies, he mostly tends to hang around the lakeside stable, trading stories with other travelers and helping maintain the place.

Trish- A Gerudo vai with an unknown father, raised in Gerudo town by her mother until she reached the age to leave on what would be her courtship journey. However, her main ambition is to really explore around and experience the best of what Hyrule has to offer, eventually finding a place as an extremely popular traveling musician.

Doppio/Diavolo- I think these two work perfectly with Diavolo being a high ranking yiga clan member, with Doppio being the alter who goes on missions in disguise for the clan. While they definitely have a less intimidating/ more silly vibe, I think Diavolo could still be a strong threat, and Doppio with a banana phone has got to be a highlight.

#jjba #jjba part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #narancia ghirga #guido mista #trish una #vinegar doppio #jjba diavolo #golden wind au #vento aureo au #Barricades’ art

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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Blanket warmth

Pairing: Chyna x Fem reader

Description: You're cold and as you fall asleep under the covers an extra layer of warmth helps thanks to your girlfriend

You instantly relax in the shower after another night on RAW full of winning matches for you, the first being a one on one match against Jacqueline, the second being a four person tag team match with Edge against Stacy Keibler and Bubba Ray Dudley, and finally a eight person tag team match with Bradshaw, Lita, and Test against Trish Stratus, Shane McMahon, Stephanie McMahon, and Triple H. A sense of calm washes over you after showering and drying off putting loose clothes on as Chyna kisses your temple before heading in the bathroom to shower while you grab a snack and drink from the kitchen feeling a chill run through you as you sit on the bed watching TV before getting under the cover to warm up feeling a little better but still cold rubbing your feet together as you begin to doze off from the long and tiring day while chyna washes her face and brushes her hair walking back in the bedroom to find you dozing off putting lotion on herself before throwing on a loose tank top and shorts doing a final sweep and look around downstairs to lock the doors and turn off any lights left on and your cat in a purring ball at the end of the bed stretching when chyna gently pets the cat. She watches some TV then reads after turning the volume down a bit knowing how it helped you sleep before putting her book in the top drawer of the nightstand and turning off the lamp leaving the TV on tucking herself under the covers as you feel your eyes begin to close a nice warmth washing over you as chyna wraps her arms around you gently pulling you towards her with your back against her chest and hand lightly rubbing your side only helping you sleep "I love you honey" chyna lightly squeezes you before pressing a kiss to your temple before she falls asleep to the peaceful quiet of the tv playing in the background with you sleeping in her arms under the big cool blanket.

#wwe x reader #chyna #wwe chyna x reader #wwe #chyna x reader #wwe chyna

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doggobreebree · 2 months

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Devil May Cry CGs (Middle Space 7-12)

The Prompt: They are your caregiver

₊✧──Vergil ──✧₊∘ ~ Has asked Nero how to use a controller so he could play games with you, also lets you win until you say he sucks then he goes all out and wins everything after that. ~ Give you energy drinks but only when you go to the park and lets you break the rules of the park, then helps you run away from anyone who tries to stop you(Cops probably for vandalism) ~ He buys you the good 2000-1990s toys and plays with them with you, even if he doesn't know how to just make you happy and motivated. ~ Definitely lets you listen to music that has cuss words in it even though Lady says he shouldn't do that.

∘₊✧──Dante──✧₊∘ ~ Shares his pizza with you and shows you how to scam for pizza, but tells you it's only for pizza and you know that's a lie and a half ~ He protects you when a demon comes into the shop and even lets you shoot it with guns as something fun since it seems to happen so often. ~ He prank calls Vergil, Nero, Trish, and Lady with you. ~ Is 100% the laid-back dad who lets you do what you want but is quick to protect you for anything so he is watching over you like a hawk since he wants to keep you safe.

∘₊✧──V──✧₊∘ ~ Would read to you before bed while playing classical music in the background to help you sleep. ~ While he is sitting he would let you play with his cane but keep an eye on you to make sure you don't break it or break something else or hurt yourself. ~ Shadow would play with you and curl up to you while you sleep, more like a comfort animal for you while V isn't around and Griffon also watches over you and would talk to you about games you like. Nightmare would sing to you. All while V isn't watching you he lets his Familiars watch after you. ~ V would draw and write stuff with you.

∘₊✧──Nero──✧₊∘ ~ Makes sure you eat actual food and not just Pizza all the time as well as drink water during the day and before you go to bed. ~ If he sees someone bullying you for your middle space he pulls you away from them and then when you aren't looking beats them up for you. ~ You would show him how to skateboard and laugh at him when he falls off the skateboard.

#sfw age regression #sfw agere #dms open #little space sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #safe agere #dmc5 #dmc dante #dmc vergil #v dmc #dmc nero #fandom agere

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boonsmoon · 1 month

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Split in Two

Lady ver. A mini-series inspired by a post that I can no longer find! Basically, what if what happened to Vergil (DMC5) happened to reader? Would DMC characters pursue reader after becoming whole again? Background info: A notorious pick pocketer around the area

Request Masterlist Mini-Series ML Lady x f!reader Genres:🎊🌸💞🧪

THE MEETING/GETTING TO KNOW

Honestly? You were just trying to survive, so figuring out whatever happened was the least of your concerns

Now you were going about your day, stealing from the naive fools around you, before suddenly you were on the ground

You took something from her, but it was so small, she shouldn't have noticed it go missing!

Of course, you tried to weasel your way out by lying first, but guns are pretty dangerous, so you gave up almost instantly

She was someone of note, someone to never take from again

Until one day she came hunting you down, demanding you return her things back

But you're not stupid, why would you try and steal from her again?

Instead you made a deal to stick around until you found the real thief

Y'all got to know each other pretty good over the course of a few weeks

Dare I say even crush on each other?

Then you started losing items, and everytime you lost them you noticed the same plain figure

You both eventually caught on to the exact person, just to realize that the thief has been staying at your place???

Now you have to explain that you aren't your full self, and then go through various rituals until one worked

WOULD THEY PURSUE?

You were new and brought a different kind of stimulation to her life!

So while she might not pursue romantically at first, she'll definitely keep you around as a friend

She won't keep you too close though, you aren't very strong, and I'm not sure what you plan to steal from devils without a weapon

Lady also keeps you in check, you have stolen LESS than before, improvement!

She is open to training when there's free time, if you're willing to learn then she's willing to teach

This actually becomes a better bonding experience, as now you can work towards being co-workers

Overall, she'll stick around if you try to self-improvement, she evens find it hot when you kill devils ;)

look forward to Trish next fellas

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dmc #dmc x reader #dmc lady #lady x reader

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caffeinated-chaos-bean · 2 months

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A little pic I did for a scene in my personal Vento Aureo au.

In this scene, Giorno has finished Diavolo off. Mista and Trish have run back to the Coliseum. Before joining them, Giorno returns to his parents who are attempting to hide within the shade. Dio has attempted to prevent Giorno from receiving grave injuried from Diavolo, breaking his vow to not interfere with his son's journey with the use of The World. He stopped time and used his stand to pull Giorno away from their enemy, ensuring that Giorno was given extra time to pierce himself with the Arrow. In doing so, it exposed The World to the sun's rays and ultimately resulting in himself taking damage that could have killed him. With the help of Addie and her stand, Deep Sea, she intervened and stopped him before he could suffer enough damage to turn him to dust.

I can imagine the singing Dio cover of "Stand Proud" to be playing softly in the background.

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EoH Giorno Giovanna (c) elina002 EoH Dio Brando Special F (c) Reol1999 EoH Adelaide Kingston (c) Bean-san (this model is for personal use only) ASB Roman Streets Stage (c) nilli10

T_ASBShader (c) 下っ腹P SvSSAO (c) Otamon o_LikeHDR (c) Otamon o_Bleach-bypass (c) Otamon CheapLens (c) Sovoro

“Bucciarati–!!” Giorno shouted, staring up to the sky. “Your body… at the Coliseum, it–!”

“I’ve been resurrected… when I met you at Naples, and when I betrayed the gang… I’ve been slowly dying off… my heart has been resurrected all because of you.”

“He did it…” Mista weakly stammered. He lay in Giorno’s arms, bleeding from the wound that Diavolo had inflicted on his body. “Really, that…. That was close… but now Trish has been saved… and my body… Hurry up and heal me…!!”

“R-Right!!” Giorno snapped back to reality, using his Gold Experience to use the surrounding rubble and bullet shells to close up the gunman’s wounds. “W-We have to get to the arrow, Mista!!”

“...Let him…. Don’t let him get away…!” Trish mumbled weakly. “I can feel him… planning to run… if he retreats, then we lose…!”

Diavolo turned around, staring at his daughter’s frail form on the ground. “Tch!!” He couldn’t run away now. If he ran now, he’d lose his dignity. If he wanted to remain as the king of the world, he had to continue fighting back.

“Eh?!” Mista coughed. “H-He’s not… running!! He’s coming back this way!!”

“Giorno Giovanna….!!!” Diavolo shouted, reaching towards the teen and clocking his fist against the side of his head. “You immature brat… you are not worthy at all!!!”

Dio stood in the shadows. He couldn’t step out. To step out of hiding meant turning to dust. He clenched his teeth, his fangs cutting into his lower lip. “Tch…!!”

“I don’t know where he’s been thrown to, but Polnareff said before… the arrow will choose those it deems worthy!! You’ve been rejected by the arrow, Giorno Giovanna!!!” Diavolo summoned his stand once more, its fists glowing as they aimed straight for the boy’s face.

“THE WORLD!!! STOP THE FLOW OF TIME!!”

“W-What is–!!?”

Suddenly, everything went still. The water no longer ebbed and flowed in the canals. The wind no longer blew, yet the trees still looked as if they were caught in a heavy, frozen breeze.

“11 seconds…”

Diavlo couldn’t move. As hard as he may try, the effort to do so was futile. His consciousness was still flowing, however. Was this the act of another messing with time? His eyes darted towards the shadows, the sound of a shoe tapping against stone catching his attention.

“You…” Dio hissed. “You dare to eradicate the Son of Dio from the world…?” At his feet stood the frozen turtle, Polnareff. The key was still in its slot of the shell, and within the shadows Adelaide stepped out of the secret room once more.

“D-Dio!!” Adelaide gasped. “W-What’s going on?! Y-You vowed not to use The World during this!!”

The vampire didn’t turn his gaze to the woman, his fists clenched. “My apologies. Circumstances have changed.”

Addie turned to the view before her. Her son, an arrow partially embedded into his chest, and the enemy mere seconds away from punching him in the center of his skull. “D-Dio!! We… How are we going to–!!? Giorno is–!!!”

“...I know.” Dio stated firmly. “I have an idea… but I can’t be sure that it will actually work.”

“What do you mean!?”

“9 seconds…” Dio counted. “I have 9 more seconds. I’m going to send The World out to grab Giorno… but I need you.”

“D-Dio are you insane?!” Addie protested. “Your stand is a manifestation of your soul!! Sending The World out there is going to expose him to direct sunlight, you know that!!”

“I do.” Dio hissed. “It's the only chance we have, my love…”

“But..!!” Addie couldn’t respond. Their son needed help, but she didn’t want to lose her lord either. “W-What do you need me to do?”

“Deep Sea.” Dio stated. “Engulf me with her energy while I send The World out. Whatever you did back in Egypt… do it again. There’s a 50/50 chance it will work… and if I can do this to save our son… to save Giorno… it's a chance I have to take.”

Unbeknownst to the vampire, Polnareff was still able to hear what was going on despite being unable to move. “To save… his son? So Jotaro was correct, he did spawn an heir… and that heir is who I’ve been helping in an attempt to defeat Diavolo. Giorno Giovanna… the son of the man who killed Avdol… who crippled Kakyoin and Iggy…”

“B-But…” Addie protested. “I don’t even know how I did that!! I was so scared that I don’t even know what I did!!”

“...And are you not scared now…”

Addie tensed. Sure, she was terrified. She was terrified that she was about to witness her son get drastically injured but just as terrified to lose the love of her life.

“Just do it…” Dio said, his voice sounding firm but somewhat defeated. “...We only have 5 seconds left.”

Addie swallowed the lump in her throat as she summoned Deep Sea. The watery form wrapped itself around Dio, arms around his neck and tail twisting and curling around his lower half.

“The World.” Dio stated, staring firmly at the sight of his son before him. “Drag Giorno back here.”

“Mudaa…” The World protested. He knew the risk this posed to his user.

“That’s an order.” Dio hissed. “With the remaining seconds we have, drag Giorno over here!!!”

The World nodded, turning to the scene before them. Hesitantly, he floated over to the boy and wrapped his arms under the boy’s.

“NNgh…!!!” Dio flinched, his balance wavering. Pain. Sering pain. His entire body burned. He hadn’t felt pain like this since his battle with Jotaro all those years ago.

“D-Dio!!” Addie cried, stepping closer. Her gaze quickly darted to The World, who was steaming in the sun’s rays.

The World began dragging Giorno’s frozen back back towards the shadows, though he was clearly struggling. The sun was a massive hindrance, and Adelaide knew it. She watched as the stand struggled to perform its task, the steam growing more prominent.

“D-Dio, you–” Addie stammered. “Y-You’re not going to have time to–”

“T-Then…h-help…!!” Dio stammered through gritted teeth. His right arm was bracing himself against the side of the building that provided their shade. “D-Don’t…worry… a-about me…!!! G-Get… G-Giorno…!!”

Addie’s eyes widened. She’d never seen Dio this way in years, not since they first arrived in Italy and he’d met their son for the first time. She’d never expected to see that side of him ever again. “D-Dio… I can’t just–”

“...Yes you can…”

That voice… Addie looked behind her, her eyes widening at the sight before her. She hardly could believe what she was seeing. “J– … J-Jojo…?”

Before her, an old face came closer. Jonathan Joestar… surrounded in a golden, heavenly light. “...You can do this, Adelaide...”

“B-But..!!” Addie stammered. “I-If I let go… If Deep Sea stops…!!”

“...All will be fine…” Jonathan said calmly, now standing mere feet from the blonde. “Your son is a special one… born between my body and Dio’s genes… he is fated for great things and will not fall here. You must step in…”

“A-And what of Dio!?”

“...As I told him all those years ago, this isn’t over…” the Joestar said with a smile. “Because of you and Giorno, you have aided Dio in correcting his path. If he truly did not think this was right, he wouldn’t be risking his existence. He would not have sent The World out into the sunlight so recklessly if there was any other way.”

“...B-But…!!”

“...I can assist… to a degree.” Jonathan stated. “It will be alright. Get your son, Adelaide. He is fated for far too much to fall here.”

Addie felt the tears in her eyes as she looked at the spirit before her. Fear… she hadn’t felt fear like this since she thought Dio for dead at the bottom of the sea. She hesitantly turned back to look at Giorno and The World. They were closer, but nowhere near the shade. The World was smoking now, cracks forming along its body from the sun’s rays.

“..D-Deep…S-Sea…” Addie mumbled weakly, her lips trembling. “...U-Unravel…”

“Shinkaaaaiiii….?”

“I-I said… u-unravel…” Addie weakly repeated, blinking the tears from her eyes. “H-Help him… g-get Giorno over here…”

“Shinkai…” The water stand did as instructed, leaving Dio’s side and floating towards the teen before them. “Shojoooo……” Deep Sea wrapped herself around The World, her watery hair foaming as she began imbuing him with her own energy.

Addie looked towards Dio once more. His eyes were shut tight, teeth clenched in pain. As soon as Deep Dea released her hold on the vampire, he’d fallen to his knees from the pain. Addie kelt beside him, placing a hand at his back. She didn’t know what else to do.

“He may not be able to reverse his wrongdoings…” Jonathan stated, now beside both blondes. “But you have aided him in returning to a straight and narrow path. While he will never admit to it, Dio has finally been shown the side of the world that I so desperately tried to get him to see. Because of you and the son you bore with him, you finally got him to open his eyes to it.”

“...Jojo…” Addie whispered. “...Can he hear you…?”

“No.” Jonathan stated. “I’m reaching out to you strictly… but even if I had reached you both, he wouldn’t be able to hear. The pain he endures is far too great to allow his senses to work properly.”

“...You told him… that things weren’t done…” Addie repeated. “...What do you mean by that…? If he isn’t meant to know, I won’t say a word… I beg of you, Jojo… what are we in store for?”

Jonathan remained silent for a moment. “...I am not permitted to inform you of your future. But what I can say is this; Giorno is key to preventing an old ally from bringing Dio’s ultimate plan to fruition. I’m sure you remember his goal to achieve Heaven?”

Addie’s eyes widened as she turned to the spectral man. “T-The Heaven Plan!? B-But he’s given that mess up!!”

“Indeed.” Jonathan stated. “But his old ally has not forgotten. In due time, you will cross paths with a few old faces… and fight together as one. That is all I can say.”

“GRKK– AAK!!”

Addie snapped back to her lover, panic in her eyes. “D-Dio!!”

“Shinnnnkkkaaaaaii….!” Deep Sea strained, tightening her grip and rushing further.

“2 seconds.” Jonathan stated, sending a chill down Adelaide’s spine. “I cannot reach out to your spiritual manifestations. You are in the clear. Have your stand instruct The World to return.”

“D-Deep Sea!!” Addie shouted, cradling Dio in her arms. “M-Make The World return to him..!!”

“Muda.” The World protested.

“Shojou…” Deep Sea glared at the golden stand. With one quick movement, the watery stand wrapped her tail around his ankle and hurled him back to his user. “Shinkai.”

Dio gasped for air, feeling his stand return to his body. The sunlight no longer touched him, but his body was still in immense pain. “H-How…c-could you…–!!”

Smack.

“Shut up.” Addie’s voice was harsh. “Not one word.” She watched as Deep Sea pulled Giorno just to the edge of the shade as time began to flow once more.

“Nhg–!” Giorno groaned, hitting the pavement. “W-What.. Just–?” He looked to find his mother holding her husband in her arms. His father… burns were present on his skin.

“H-How did…?!” Diavolo hissed. “I see… so he also can manipulate time, is that it? No matter… his power is still inferior to my King Crimson. Giorno Giovanna!! This is the end for you!!” Diavolo went to land another blow, only to see the arrow become one with the boy’s stand… it crawled into the stand’s skin. “What is it that I’m seeing right now? I’ve already broken his head. Shouldn’t I see his brain bits flying everywhere? But that’s not what’s coming out of his head… What is this? And why has the arrow entered his arm!?”

Mista and Trish gasped as they witnessed Gold Experience shatter before their eyes.

“H-He…” Mista stammered.

“Giorno wasn’t rejected by the arrow after all!!” Trish exclaimed. “The arrow hadn’t deemed him unworthy!! And not only that… the arrow is now forever imprinted within Giorno!! The Boss won’t be able to go after it anymore!!!”

“I… is what I’m seeing real? Did I make a mistake somewhere?” Diavolo panicked. “I should be seeing Giorno’s corpse right now… No!! This can’t be real!!”

“It’s Requiem!!” Mista shouted. “It’s Giorno’s Requiem!! Gold Experience Requiem!!”

“Gold Experience has fully absorbed the arrow’s power!!” Mista shouted.

Dio weakly, painfully, lifted his head to look forward. Before him, he could see his son floating midair. His stand’s appearance changed… evolved.

Giorno stared down at Diavolo, his resolve forever solid. He flicked a piece of floating rubble right through the man’s hand, turning it into a scorpion on the way out. “The only thing that survives in this world… is reality… This is an action caused by reality.”

“His vampiric blood is also awakening.” Jonathan stated. “He may have vampiric blood, but he has far more Joestar blood running within him. This is why he’s able to survive the sun. He will put an end to this, now. I will be taking my leave.”

“...Wait…” Addie whispered. “...One last thing…”

“Yes, ma’am?” Jonathan inquired.

“...I have to know…” Addie begged softly. “...Are you… always around…?”

Jonathan gave a soft smile. “I am. When you wrapped around Dio, preventing him from being obliterated by Jotaro’s attack… it is true, that I was finally released and allowed into Heaven. But I have my own will, still, and thus can come and go when I please. I take pride in ensuring Dio can continue down this brighter path… I always check on him. More so than the other Joestars. He is still considered my brother.” With that, the Joestar spirit disappeared.

“What’s going on now?!” Mista cried out. “What’s going to happen? Will Requiem exchange our spirits again?”

“I don’t know…” Trish stated. “No one knows… probably not even Giorno… But it seems that Requiem is now fully controlled by Giorno. It’s entirely docile!!”

“Don’t get all high and mighty…” Diavolo hissed. “Don’t think you know everything!! Giorno Giovanna, I won’t give you any chances… Prepare to mourn your own death!! King Crimson!!” Diavolo cackled, time having been affected. In this space of erased time, he could see Giorno’s movements and dodge the bullets that Mista had fired his way. “I can entirely predict what he is planning to do! How can you pieces of trash think you can defeat me! Reality is in my hands!! In a few seconds, even if time returns to normal, Gold Experience’s attack has been completely nullified by me!! You won’t be able to see me or King Crimson anymore! I won! Fate ultimately still chooses me to rule the world!! I’m faster than you!! With my predictions, I punched right through your heart!! It ends now!!”

To his horror, however, things didn't go as he foretold. Time began to rewind. The bullets Mista fired returned in reverse, forcing Diavolo to dodge them once more. “I-Impossible!! What…!! Is time beginning to progress normally again?! Is this Requiem’s doing?! NO!! Fate is still choosing me, Diavolo!! Take this, Giorno Giovanna!!!” King Crimson went to land another blow, only for it to suddenly be stopped outright.

“This.. Requiem… Everything you see is real…” Giorno hissed. “Your ability does indeed allow you to see the future… but… you are not able to execute what will actually happen! Whoever stands before me, no matter what ability he has… will not be able to take action. Because this is Gold Experience Requiem!”

“Not even my wielder, Giorno Giovanna, truly knows the lengths of this ability.” GER itself stated.

Before he knew it, Diavlo felt pain rush throughout his body. Gold Experience Requiem rapidly, almost at the speed of light, hurled punch after punch at Diavolo. “You… have nowhere… else to go… and… you will never be able to grasp reality!”

“W-We did it!!” Mista’s voice resounded. “The arrow’s power evolved your Gold Experience!! Even though I wasn’t able to see what happened… but the Boss’s King Crimson is no match for you!! We’ve finally won!!”

“Wait… wait a minute!!” Trish interrupted. “Did his body float up to the surface?! Where’s the corpse!?”

“Is it floating on the surface?” Mista wondered. “W-Where is it!? Hurry up and help us find it!! Giorno!! Where did the Boss go?!”

“Come on!! Giorno!!” Trish shouted. “We have to find him!! He still could be alive!! We have to make sure that he’s dead!!

“No…” Giorno muttered. “We don’t have to… Everything is over.”

“B-But he could still be alive…” Mista pointed out.

“Even though I’m not too sure of Requiem’s ability either…” Giorno began. “I firmly believe he has nowhere to go anymore… especially not reality… not even the reality of death. Never-ending is an ending! This is Gold Experience Requiem!”

“H-Hey!! Come on!!” Mista shouted. “We have to get back to the Coliseum!! Buccarati’s spirit should be back but his body is still injured!!”

“R-Right!” Trish agreed. “Hurry up, Giorno!! Back to the coliseum!! We gotta cure Bucciarati before we go home!!”

Giorno watched as both of them took off running, passing his father and mother by as they headed back towards the location of Bucciarati’s body. “Ah… let’s go… I’m coming…”

“Giorno… This is good… Don’t worry. That’s all… Giorno.”

The blonde turned to look behind himself and saw a faded apparition before him. “B-Bucci–”

“Because of everyone, we’ve finally obtained total victory… now everything is over… After all, before fate, we are just sleeping slaves… and now we’ve been released from it… We have won.”

Giorno watched the figure fade away, like a mist evaporating in the sun. His attention was diverted when he heard his mother’s faint voice. “...Mama…?”

“D-Dio!!” Addie was saying. “H-He did it..!! He really did it…!!”

The teen walked over and stood over his parents who had both been crouched on the ground. “Why are you out here like this… its sun up.”

“Keh…” Dio coughed, his body still wracked with pain. “Idiot boy…”

Addie looked up to her son, her face wet from her tears. “G-Giorno..!!”

Giorno’s brow furrowed, grasping the situation. “Padre?”

“...Heh…” Dio scoffed. “It’ll take… more than this… to end my existence, it seems…”

Addie wiped away her tears. “G-Giorno… you have no idea what he risked…”

“Stop…” Dio weakly murmured. “...His abilities… have surpassed my own… there’s no need to boast…”

Giorno raised a brow in confusion, kneeling beside his father. “Padre. What happened?”

“Heh…” Dio weakly chuckled, licking the blood from the corner of his lips. “...You really do look a lot like me with your hair like that…”

Giorno reached the back of his head, only now realizing his braid was undone and his golden tresses were free. “...When did–”

“I didn’t.” Dio said, taking a shaky breath. “Your evolving abilities caused it this time… Giorno…”

Giorno ignored him, attempting to redo his hair once again.

“...Giorno.” Dio stated, weakly grabbing the boy’s wrist. Moving was excruciating.

Giorno remained silent as he looked at his father.

“...I’m proud of you…” Dio weakly muttered. “You did well to surpass me…”

“P-Padre…!”

“He’s in a lot of pain…” Addie stated. “He sustained horrid burns from sending his stand out to pull you from Diavolo’s reach.”

“What?!”

“I told you… to shut up…” Dio protested.

“He’s going to be laid up for quite a while.” Addie stated.

Giorno went to summon Gold Experience, but his father put up a hand in protest. “No, son… I deserve this. I have done far too many unsavory deeds in my lifetime… I deserve to feel pain at least once. Do not heal me. …I’ll heal over time.”

“I’m… going to get him into the turtle.” Addie hesitantly stated. “Otherwise, neither he or myself will be able to return home until nightfall. We can at least hide within Coco Jumbo until we get there.” Addie carefully lifted Dio’s hand and placed it towards the key, the both of them being sucked into the secret room within.

Giorno looked to the wall that his father had been leaning against, only now noticing the deep claw marks in the stone. “...Padre…”

“I must admit…” Polnareff’s voice resounded. “...I never thought I would see the day where Dio would risk his own life for someone else.”

“P-Polnareff?” Giorno stammered. “But… Everything is back to normal. Everyone’s souls are back to normal.”

“Yes, that’s true…” Polnareff stated. “But my body is still dead. But it appears as though my soul is capable of living within this turtle’s secret room.” The soul of the Frenchman was sticking out of the red jewel embedded into the golden key.

“...Polnareff…” Giorno began. “How do you know my father…”

Polnareff looked at the boy, a look of pity clear as day. “Giorno… You do not need to be burdened with your father’s past. I will admit, what he has put me through alongside my friends will never allow me to trust him… but he clearly cares for you, which is something that I never would have expected from him. He was willing to turn to dust to ensure you were the victor against Diavolo. I will never trust him, but he at least has my respect for that action.”

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eponastory · 8 months

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THE LEGENDARY PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE

A short story for Pizzalover8969 involving a harrowing trip across town to find the last pumpkin spice latte.

I will say that it started out as one thing, but went completely off in another direction. I hope you enjoy!

Ai render is from Hayley Culverwell... check her out on Facebook! She has some pretty funny stuff and raccoons...lots of raccoons

If there were a day to try something new, this was it. It was not that Dante had a taste for anything spectacular, but it was this pumpkin spice crap that had Lady and Trish all in an uproar. Both of them came into the shop with one, and just the smell alone told Dante that autumn had arrived early.

Fall was his favorite time of year, but this was also when the girls came out of the woodwork with their 'sweater weather' wardrobes. He was fine. His preference was red leather and motorcycles. All year, every year. If a girl could not handle that, they did not know what they were missing.

Apparently, he had no idea what he was missing either.

As soon as Dante smelled the drink from the door with his enhanced senses, he felt the intense desire to smack the drink out of Lady's hand. It was sickeningly spicy sweet. Not like a strawberry sundae or a shake, but somewhere on the edge of cinnamon and pumpkin guts. It was undoubtedly a strange combination.

"Oh, come on, you don't even know you like it until you've tried it." That was the first thing Trish had said when he turned his nose up at the drink.

"There is no way in HELL you are going to get me to try that crap!" He pointed at the offending drink that sat innocently on his desk. Lady stood in the background silently sipping on her own latte with a devious look in her bi colored eyes. He knew that look. "Oh no... don't you dare. I can see the hamster wheel turning in that pretty little head of yours." He slammed a hand down on his desk with an accusatory glare.

"Just what am I thinking, Dante?" She glared back at him, stepping closer and slamming her drink down.

"You're about to make a bet." He pointed out as he crossed his arms. "I'm not falling for it this time."

"Okay, fine... I was thinking up a way to forgive your debt." She looked over at Trish with a smile. "But since you always lose to me anyway, I guess it's not going to work."

"I'll take you up on that bet." The blond demoness smirked. Why did gambling always revolve on how he was going to react? Could it be something else for a change? Dante sighed. His options were limited.

"Alright, here's the deal." Lady started out, then picked up the latte. "Dante is going to try the pumpkin spice latte. If he doesn't like it, then you win, and he gets some of his debt knocked out. If he likes it, I win, but he gets to buy the next round." The two women looked at him. He really wished he had locked the doors earlier. These two were the bane of his existence. He leaned back in his chair with an exasperated sigh. He made sure it was loud so they could hear his displeasure from this horrible nonsense. "Does this sound like a deal?" Dante watched as the women shook on it with smiles on their wicked little faces.

"That's a deal for me." Trish seemed very happy about this. He watched as she rounded the desk to stand behind him.

"Bottoms up, Dante!" Lady in her usual tone of excitement ran up with latte in hand. He barely had time to realize what was going on when Lady grabbed his jaw and opened his mouth. She quickly shoved the straw into his mouth with his eyes wide. This was nothing new. There was that one three way make-out session that lead to the two of them stuffing a pecan pie into his mouth. Turns out, he hates pecan pie.

With a passion.

Well, it could be worse. He could just go with the flow this time. Even though a make-out session would be preferable to this. He had his kinks and apparently so did they. But this was not at all like that. This was just his best friends being exactly what they were... best friends. Besides that pie incident happened right after Trish met Lady. That was years ago.

Dante decided that it was in his best interests to go ahead and take a sip. Lady still had his face in her hand and Trish was holding him down by the shoulders. Well, if you cannot beat them... give into their demands and hope for the best.

Or was it 'when in Rome'?

Ah well, who gives a shit?

He hesitantly began to suck on the straw waiting for the concoction of pumpkin and spice to hit his tongue. Well, it was not bad. Actually, it tasted like fall sounded. Or felt for that matter. Images of beautiful girls wearing their cashmere sweaters and knitted scarfs fluttered through his mind while a hint of vanilla made him think of this one particular girl he met recently. The spice itself, nutmeg, made him feel all warm inside like he was sitting in his mother's kitchen watching her make snickerdoodle cookies. Oh this was bringing on some memories. He was pretty sure he was feeling a little bit of joy from the taste. Not to mention the sweetness of the pumpkin making him think about carving jack o lanterns with Vergil when he was seven...

"Dammit!" He did not mean to throw the two women off of him, but he did. All the while grabbing the damn drink out of Lady's hand and savoring every bit of the liquid.

And that was when Dante decided Pumpkin Spice Latte's were not so bad. Actually, he really liked them.

Which led to the search of a lifetime.

The only problem was that every Starbucks in town had run out of the stuff and he owed the girls. This was no good at all because both of them were coming back from their own jobs. He wanted to get this debt off of his back and of course, he also wanted a latte himself.

So far, he had visited three Starbucks and not one had pumpkin spice. Not a single one and it was getting late. The later it got, especially this close to Samhain, the more demons liked to meddle in human affairs. Of course, when he walked into the first coffee establishment with Rebellion on his back and his guns, he was politely asked to leave.

He put up a decent rant that would make a Karen blush.

Was he turning into a Kevin because of this stupid drink? He hoped not. He tended to stay out of drama. Except now that he had been thoroughly enchanted by this thing called 'fall in a coffee cup' he was addicted and there was no twelve step program.

He decided it was probably a better idea to go through the drive thru instead of dealing with managers and police. All he wanted was a damn latte and he was beginning to think the rumors about Starbucks were true. Those rumors being that of demonic worship and whatnot. It had been making its way around the internet for a good while. There were even pictures to prove it.

The craving was worse than anything he had ever experienced. He had heard about the cravings of pregnant women from people he had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting, but this was on another level.

Just what is it they put in those drinks?

Cocaine?

He had no clue, but he craved is so much he was crossing town to get it.

Right as he pulled up to the next Starbucks, it was already dark. The worst part is that just outside in the parking lot was a bunch of the worst kind of demons...

A bunch of college age girls in a line with feral looks in their eyes.

Holy shit!

He had no idea if he should run or fight them off. Maybe he should use that charm of his to get into Starbucks before the pumpkin spice left forever? It was a thought.

There was also a line of cars going almost around the block. This was a huge problem for Dante. This was the last Starbucks before he would have to go to the next town over which was an hour drive. He sat there on his motorcycle trying to decide his fate. If he went back to Devil May Cry without that savory deliciousness, he was going to be impaled... twice.

Not for the first time of course, but possibly shot at as well. He never knew with Lady. She was a wildcard.

This was probably the bravest thing he was ever going to do. He turned off the bike, put the kickstand down, and hoped no one was going to take his weapons. He was going into battle with these ladies and he had no idea if he was going to make it out alive. If he did, he would finally achieve what he came to Starbucks to do.

At this point Dante was thinking about it like he was in a game. Battle the hordes of enemies, get the mcguffin, get out, and go home. It all seemed easy. Except it was not. Hormones were driving the young feral women to Starbucks. Their driving need for everything pumpkin spice was all they had. It was a cult Dante had been unceremoniously inducted into without consent. Cults were bad, very bad and now he was part of this witchcraft.

Oh the horror!

He was stopping at nothing to get into that building. It took every inch of willpower he had to make his way over to the group of rabid girls. Though, he did admit that some of them were pretty (pretty rabid if you ask me, but I'm the narrator that lives in his brain for right now) enough for him to consider taking out. Key word being 'consider'.

There was no convincing these beautiful (but completely blood thirsty) women to move out of his way without setting them off. The devil hunter could practically feel the demonic energy coming from them. He was positive that they were all possessed, but how come the latte did not effect him like it did women?

"So... anyone care to let a guy through to get a drink?" All eyes turned to him in a creepy way. If there was ever at time where he dreamed of being dog piled by a bunch of females, this was not it. They all had blank stares on their faces. The smell of their perfumes mixing was enough to make him want to run away. "Ladies?"

"Get him!"

"He wants the last of the pumpkin spice!"

"Stop him!"

"Oh shit." He was immediately swarmed by human females under the spell of the Legendary Pumpkin Spice Latte from the corporate demon named Starbucks. He could not hurt them, they were unknowingly addicted and under a spell. Just like he was, only he realized it was stronger on women.

When they were done with him, he laid there on the concrete rethinking his life's decisions and what led him to this moment. After thirty minutes, he decided to pick himself up off the sidewalk and trudge inside. The line had clearly shrunk down to zero, but at least he was closer to his goal.

Making his way up to the counter, he looked at the very tired and 120% done burista. Her name tag had clearly been knocked off a few times along with her sanity. Even the Narrator (that would be me) felt sorry for her. The rush of hormonal females dying of thirst was enough to make her want to quit her job right then and there.

Dante slammed his hands on the counter with a defeated sigh as he looked into the eyes of the one Starbucks employee that wanted to shoot someone. He could see it in her eyes. She had seen quite a few Karen's and she offered him a look of pity.

"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you tonight?" She said in monotone. It looked like she was about to rip off her green apron and throw it at someone.

"Pumpkin... spice... latte... make it a grande." Dante was very close to triggering after the fiasco outside. He was trying his best to rein it in, but the demon in him was craving that latte as much as he was. The burista started taking off her apron and sighed.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we're all out." She said throwing her apron on the floor. "And so am I."

If anyone in the building had never seen a demon... well, they had now.

Dante could not hold in the demonic power anymore.

"I don't get paid enough for this shit." And that was when the Starbucks location not only lost a fed up employee, but also the building.

Luckily, no one had been hurt.

Two weeks later it had been confirmed that there was indeed something in the latte's that drove women to become feral. It was all thanks to Dante that the evil had been not only exposed, but completely neutralized.

It still did not curb his thirst for Pumpkin Spice.

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13, 22, and 23 for ask game!

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

I do have a bit of an inflammatory one here, so I'll elaborate: I think Jonathan is a very cookie-cutter protagonist and I... don't really understand why people get so mad at you for saying that. I find Jonathan perfectly likable, but I can't say there's anything really unique about him compared to dozens and dozens of other popular protagonists. He's strong and noble, he has a special talent in the series' magic system, he's sweet and naive due to his kind nature, all the other characters admire him for his strength and talent... You have to admit you've seen it all before. I believe even Hirohiko Araki stated that Jonathan "may be a bit on the boring side" in one of his interviews (though take that with a grain of salt since I can't remember where I read that from).

However, to justify myself: Considering what Jojo is, I actually don't see Jonathan being "boring" as an issue. In fact, I think it may be the point. I think Jonathan is a character that really becomes better upon retrospect; when you become familiar with every other Jojo and their wildly varied personalities, Jonathan's simplicity is kind of nice to fall back on and remember. I also think it enhances all of the other characters- you start with a sort of base, bland-ish protagonist to introduce you to the Jojo "system" as you could call it, so the future protagonists stand out more in their variety (it's probably part of why Joseph blew so many people away with his strong personality compared to his predecessor.)

In other words: I think Jonathan took the hit of being the "boring" one so the future Jojos could be more interesting than him. Really, what matters about Jonathan is less him and more the legacy he leaves in general with both the plot and characters and the series itself- and that's cool. However, the fanbase tends to maul people who say he's boring... so.

22. Popular character you hate?

Yeah... Anasui. It sucks, because I think he's the only part 6 character I outright dislike, and he pretty much replaces Foo Fighters, who I'd say is a much better and more fun character. I think I've expressed why I dislike him enough, so I'll leave it to that.

23. Unpopular character you love?

...Does Diavolo count? (Joking.) The only character that comes to mind here is Donatella- in my opinion, she's an extremely minor character when she really, really shouldn't have been. It would've been so cool to see Trish or maybe even Diavolo talk about her way more, especially since she was so important to Trish's life and was the only person Diavolo apparently formed a connection strong enough to sleep with (though honestly, maybe that's the reason why Donatella is kept to the background- I'd find it difficult to logically elaborate on Diavolo having a fling with somebody at any point in his life while keeping him in character...) I guess it's less that I "love" her and more that I love thinking about her and wonder about ways she could've been treated better.

#ask game #mutuals (epic)#shoe talks a lot #apologies if these answers are too long lol

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The Prompt Fest BADGES!

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You can still claim for the Prompt Fest - the form will be open until the end of the month, and posting will be in early February!

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Questions? Posting Guidelines are here or on DW, and a prompt-fest-specific FAQ is on the first tab of the Prompts File.

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