Smile For Me

Smile For Me

Warnings: Noncon, Somnophila

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve really fallen for Ghostface and that seems unfair (Part 2 to Picture Perfect)

You’re easy prey. Nothing more than a simple deer, a lovely little rabbit that he gets to stalk and hunt. There’s something odd about you, something so sweet and incredibly cute that he wants to corrupt. You change your locks, you add a sensor light that must have made a pretty dent in your wallet. He can see how you move behind the blinds, your silhouette, the way you walk and how you hold something in your hands, and he runs the first few times, but after the third time, he decides to push his luck, linger close, hidden behind a shed in your backyard and minutes pass until he realizes that there are no sirens. You don’t call for help, your alarms are nothing more than for decoration, to ward off a lesser person. You trust that whatever was lurking outside, has fled. And he falls for you naivety more. He falls deeper in love with you, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, the faint bitter taste of copper still lingering as he bites down to avoid his laughter ringing throughout your backyard.

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Im sorry that I choose my favs with my pussy and not my moral compass. Wish I could be as boring as the rest of you

Sam’s Guide to Making Batshit Crazy Araki-esque Fan Stands

Are you in need of a few stands? Want to do something to pay a little homage to the original material, or figure out a way to spice up your fan stands after exhausting a long, long lineup of cool original designs and powers?

Well, you’re in luck, because I believe I’ve cracked the code on how to come up with stands that have powers that’ll make it fun (and maybe even a little challenging!) to write! So for me, this is what I do

The trick is this: Treat every stand like a conspiracy theory. 

When you come up with powers, find the weirdest leaps of logic you can possibly take and then just fucking go with it, no holds barred. 

I’ll go ahead and break it down into steps while using my fan stand Moneytalks (a vending machine that starts a life or death stock market game) as an example:

1. Find a reasonable start point. 

If you’re doing something based on a tarot card, looking at the meaning of the card helps, or if you’re basing it off of an existing power, looking at the mechanics of that might help as well. For Moneytalks, I used the Four of Pentacles card, a card in the minor deck of the arcana most associated with Earth, material possessions, and wealth, as my starting point. 

2. Figure out what you want the stand to reflect (doesn’t necessarily have to be positive)

Have your start point, and figure out what aspect of it you’re going to keep intact to carry throughout the process of creating the stand. It can be a narrative purpose that you need that particular stand for, it can be that you want it to reflect character growth in its stand user, it can be that you want it to do the antithesis of what the start point represents or any number of things.

For Moneytalks, I wanted the stand to represent the idea of struggling with and learning how to manage wealth when you’re in a secure position, as the Four of Pentacles card represents a time when you are financially stable. The card represents the struggle to decide whether to spend all your wealth or to hoard it, and the idea of finding a happy medium. This in turn reflects a bit on the stand user, but we’ll come back to that later

3. Start brainstorming connections. 

Even the absolute loosest ones you can think of. Even if it’s only tangentially related. Figure out two words or phrases that become the central theme of your stand, and start spitballing the exact first things that come to mind, even if they’re only very very very very vaguely related. For Moneytalks, the thought process went something like this:

how to gain and lose wealth -> money -> corporations -> betting -> betting ON corporations -> sneaky corporations want in on the betting -> stocks -> stock market

wealth in relation to others -> products -> selling products -> products i want right now -> oh fuck the shell is closed rn -> soda -> mountain dew -> oh wait there’s a vending machine downstairs -> V E N D I N G  M A C H I N E

4. Start connecting the dots

Your stand’s powers are a giant conspiracy and you’re about to unearth it. Start connecting those two dots- figure out how the two points you arrive at connect together to get the inner workings and design of your stand. Having a general idea of what the stand user oc is like will also help, but it’s not entirely necessary if you want the stand to be completely independent from the user

For Moneytalks, since the stand user is a teenage girl, I started thinking- okay, she’s not old enough to be really involved in the market, and likely has more experience through simulations and games. Games. Games need pieces, which means it needs people. For the stand Moneytalks to activate, there must be at least twenty people present (sans stand user). Why are there so many people? What do they get as chips in this game? Probably goods of some kind. Likely goods that come from a vending machine, equally distributed out. 

The goods represent Stocks, which means the players of Moneytalks’ game have to buy and trade each other’s stocks, with powerups becoming available for the price of stocks from the stand user, who sells back the stocks she amasses. Once someone has a monopoly on every stock, the stand user can confiscate it and toss it off of, say, a plane, forcing the winner to go after it and die. 

Tl;dr of step 4: The Vending Machine Is The Stock Market and It Becomes A Life Or Death Game Where the One With the Monopoly Must Go Overboard with the Company (the deed to the Vending Machine aka the deed to the Stock Market)

5. Behold Your Horrific, Strange Creature and/or Item And Rejoice

The Stand. You Are The Creator. It Is You. Congratulations!!

For some more reference in case you need some more slightly wild ideas, I’ll go ahead and link my masterpost of my own Pentacles Deck fanstands here

Just as a parting note: this entire process isn’t at all set in stone, and you may find your own sort of style to making crazier sorts of fan stands yourself! In the end, it’s whatever works best for you, and whatever will be more fun!

Still, the best of luck to you all!

I LIKE

BIG BOYS,

ITTY BITTY BOYS

MISSISSIPPI BOYS,

INNER CITY BOYS

I LIKE PRETTY BOYS WITH THE BOW TIE

GET YOUR NAILS DID, LET IT BLOW DRY

I LIKE A BIG BEARD

I LIKE A CLEAN FACE

I DON'T DISCRIMINATE,

COME GET A TAAAAAAAAAAASTE

DIO Psychological Analysis + Relationship Headcanons

TW: Slightly NSFW

Dio Brando did not have a pleasant life. He was born in the more “underprivileged” parts of England, with insufficient money to keep him and his family at bay. To make matters worse, his father was a thief and an alcoholic who abused his wife and his son. Unfortunately, due to the conditions he was exposed to, Dio was affected in the worst ways possible; children who are abused adopt violent, aggressive, or criminal behavior or other behavioral problems, in addition to drug or alcohol abuse and high-risk sexual behavior. Despite Dio despising everything about his father, he mirrored a lot of his father’s foul behavior, even taking after his habit of drinking.

Dio’s hatred for his father is ignited by Dario’s abuse of his mother. During pregnancy, the bearer of the child shouldn’t be subjected to stressful events or a disorderly environment, and Dario Brando’s treatment was so horrid that poor Mrs. Brando lost her baby, Dio’s sibling. Dio was aware that his father was the reason that something like that happened, and while he watched his mother sob in misery at the loss of her child, he felt the hatred he had in his heart for his father to thrive, growing rapidly like moss in concrete cracks.

Simply hearing his father’s voice was enough to contort his face into a deep scowl, his eyebrows so furrowed that the crease between them remained permanent. Every single sign of his facial expression pointed towards hatred and disgust. He couldn’t believe that he shared blood with this individual.

Dio actually loved his mother; she was his safe haven while everyone else around him was a pack of ravenous wolves, ready to roll him in the dirt. The only redeeming quality about Dio is the fact that he loved his mother and cared for her; possibly the only humane thing he has ever done. The moment Dio’s mother passed on, he set it as a goal that he will blow out the candlelight of his sad excuse of a father’s soul, and proudly so.

“Devil that you were, you drove mother to an early grave. I’m glad you’re dead, may you burn for your sins. The riches that eluded your grasp? I will claim them in excess. You lacked the cunning to take what you wanted, but I’ll prevail! This Joestar shall be the key! Now burn!”

After being a doormat all his life, Dio was sick of submission. He didn’t crave equality, he wanted to ascend above everybody else; he wanted to be superior. Just equality wasn’t enough. Dio is a brat; if he wants something, he will get it. No matter what. He is ready to do anything to achieve his goals and make himself proud. Dio’s most identifiable characteristics are his unlimited ambition and his desire and love of power. He consistently scheming and aggressively domineering, and has recurrently shown a lack of ethics and empathy.

His smile is asymmetrical, a tell-tale sign for his arrogance and narcissism.

While addressing others, Dio points his index finger, figuratively beating the listener into submission.

Dio stands with his feet wide apart; a posture that displays dominance, telling you that he stands his ground. It’s used as a dominance signal by men because it highlights their genitals, giving them a gallant look. However, he sits with his legs crossed, indicating a feeling of confidence, superiority, and self-assurance.

Dio relishes being in a position of authority and has repeatedly stated how exhilarating it felt to be dominant. Dio never tolerated the idea of somebody surpassing his power or even being equal to him, and was infuriated and profoundly disturbed at the thought several times. If he were to court somebody, he would want them to shower him in praise and idolization. He would want them to know and believe it that he is better than them, that he has authority over them. It fills him with pride being the one in charge of everything that his partner does. He’ll tell you what to wear, how to do your makeup, when to reapply your lipstick – he’ll demand you to wear his favorite colors. With his power, you should expect a lot of frivolous gifts. Clothes custom made to your measurements; the finest satin and silk there is. He wants his pet to look their best, always.

He loves it when you worship Jonathan’s his body. Trail kisses from his neck all the way to his abdomen while he strokes your hair and coos out praise. Narcissistic as ever, he only ever refers to himself as Dio.

“You love Dio, your beloved master, don’t you, little one?”

“My, My… You look absolutely exquisite in the fabric that Dio has gotten you, my darling.”

He is extremely possessive of you. D’arby and Vanilla Ice are forbidden from ever touching you, and he’ll glare daggers at them if they stare for a prolonged period of time. One of the only human things he has done in the one-hundred years of being an immortal being is loving you. Possessively and intensely. Consider yourself extremely lucky that he has kept you alive for so long, as he only views women as objects for sex or food.

Just like when he was a young boy, Dio still has an affinity for reading, as he is found in the library of his mansion at times. He’ll keep you in his arms while he indulges in reading, but only if you caress and stroke his sides. He adores the contrast between your warm body and his cold, lifeless one.

He’ll firmly grip your thighs and slightly dig his nails into them. He loves marking you by scratching on your soft skin or leaving love bites where they can be seen by others. He likes to make the message very clear that you belong to him.

Dio displays his decent side to those who are good to him, so stay good to him. Stay submissive and never go against his word. He knows what’s best for you, and you should be well aware of his insight.

Often, he will ask you philosophical questions and humor himself in meaningful conversations with you. Of course, it’s partially because he wants to show you his educated and intellectual side; a testament that he is the scholar and you are the student. You report to him at all times. He feeds you with knowledge, and in return, you give him all that he expects from a good, obedient pet and follower – the worship he deserves.

He sports the fragrance of Egyptian musk – very pleasing, arousing warm, smoky notes with touches of dampened timber. Though, he is picky about the quality as cheap Egyptian musk tends to be rather pungent.

He frequently orders kindly asks you to light incense in your shared chamber.

Once you stroked his ear with the three beauty marks adorning it before kissing it and wrapping your plump lips around it, suckling gently. He lost control and ravaged you in bed. You weren’t able to walk for days or whimper anything besides his name.