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"Shortstuff."
Sparda gasps, slapping a hand against his sternum, eyes wide, “Why, I never!”
Daniyal simply chuckled. Oh, this was fun. To think he’d go through such a large growth spurt in the time the demon was away. The dragon grinned, flashing sharp teeth as he leaned down enough for their foreheads to almost meet.
“How does it feel to be on the receiving end of it?”
Sparda peers up at the dragon, lips curled playfully as the taller of the two leans down, “I’m sure you know all about how you make me feel on the receiving end of it, dear~” he purrs, eyes squinted some jovially.
The smugness the dragon felt lasted only for a second. At first, his eyes simply widened, but then embarrassment settled upon his cheeks, skin darkening under golden freckles.
“I…You–That’s indecent!”
Sparda bats long lashes innocently, “What? What’s indecent? I have no idea what you could possibly mean, Daniyal.” it doesn’t help that the Dark Knight waggles his eyebrows immediately after.
Daniyal opened and closed his mouth time and time again, almost like a suffocating fish. What was he supposed to answer in this situation? Especially with the other waggling his eyebrows at him. The dragon squinted, index and middle finger coming to pinch Sparda’s nose between them.
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean.”
The waggling eyebrows stopped as soon as Daniyal had a hold of Sparda’s nose, causing tears to spring to his eyes and his voice to get nasally. The demon lifts his hands, half waving them as he whines, “Daniyyyyaaalll~ That hurts, you wound me, dear – there’s much more fun ways to punish me –”
If the blush on this cheeks wasn’t noticeable before, now that it spread to his neck and ears it would be impossible to not be seen. On instinct, Daniyal let go of the demon’s nose only to turn his back, though could very easily see how his pointy ears were erratically twitching to match his embarrassment.
“You’re terrible! Absolutely incorrigible!” He says so, but he’s trying not to laugh himself.
Sparda manages to just look even more mischievous and delighted, tapping the pads of his fingers to each other, “That’s what you say, but you know it sounds like fuuuun, Daniyal~”
"Hey, Sparda? What happens when a couple of bananas breaks up?"
“Oh! Oh! Is it… they ‘banana split’?” Sparda asks excitedly.
He opened his mouth, ready to answer ‘Banana split!’ but the demon was faster. Plus, he didn’t even seem disappointed at the cheesy joke!
“Awww, you guessed it.”
Sparda perks right up, practically beaming, “I knew it!” if anything, he was excited by the cheesy joke, “Tell me another!”
Daniyal felt somewhat grumpy about his joke being spoiled, but fixed himself up quite rapidly, only needing to clear his throat once.
“What do you call a philosophical dog?”
Sparda pauses, looking thoughtful, then shaking his head, “I don’t know, what do you call a philosophical dog?” his eyes are a little bigger than normal, clearly curious.
The taller man’s smile grew exponentially and for a second there, he had to hold back a chuckle. At least Sparda hadn’t managed to guess this time. Daniyal leaned closed, inhaled, then delivered the line.
“Dogmatic.”
“Dogmatic –” Sparda repeats, then smiles wide like Daniyal had, and laughs, clapping his hands together, “– I never would have guessed!!”
Nothing could describe the feeling of pride, and maybe a little smugness, that filled the royal right then and there. Not only Sparda didn’t guess the answer, but he also laughed at the pun. One couldn’t help but stare with fondness.
“I should do more of these jokes. If only to hear that lovely laugh.”
Sparda pauses and partly covers his mouth as he chuckles, blushing, “Oh, you’re such a charmer, Daniyal. Must you~?”
They exist. That's what they did.
“I mean… it could be worse… couldn’t it? I don’t see anything on fire… for now.”
“You should ground them regardless. Especially the one complaining about not having enough power. Maybe if he ate healthier he wouldn’t have that problem—”
“Am I allowed to ground adults? I’ll ground them -- feed them a healthy dose of moron demon, I think.” Sparda seems all too chipper about this.
“Score for Dante! I’m up one.” “Where did you learn to count!? We’re even.”
Vergil’s Motivational Life #4
They exist. That's what they did.
“I mean… it could be worse… couldn’t it? I don’t see anything on fire… for now.”
Your sons are impossible.
“Well – yes, I’m afraid you’re quite correct. Humor me a moment – what did they do this time?”
"Shortstuff."
Sparda gasps, slapping a hand against his sternum, eyes wide, “Why, I never!”
Daniyal simply chuckled. Oh, this was fun. To think he’d go through such a large growth spurt in the time the demon was away. The dragon grinned, flashing sharp teeth as he leaned down enough for their foreheads to almost meet.
“How does it feel to be on the receiving end of it?”
Sparda peers up at the dragon, lips curled playfully as the taller of the two leans down, “I’m sure you know all about how you make me feel on the receiving end of it, dear~” he purrs, eyes squinted some jovially.
The smugness the dragon felt lasted only for a second. At first, his eyes simply widened, but then embarrassment settled upon his cheeks, skin darkening under golden freckles.
“I…You–That’s indecent!”
Sparda bats long lashes innocently, “What? What’s indecent? I have no idea what you could possibly mean, Daniyal.” it doesn’t help that the Dark Knight waggles his eyebrows immediately after.
Daniyal opened and closed his mouth time and time again, almost like a suffocating fish. What was he supposed to answer in this situation? Especially with the other waggling his eyebrows at him. The dragon squinted, index and middle finger coming to pinch Sparda’s nose between them.
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean.”
The waggling eyebrows stopped as soon as Daniyal had a hold of Sparda’s nose, causing tears to spring to his eyes and his voice to get nasally. The demon lifts his hands, half waving them as he whines, “Daniyyyyaaalll~ That hurts, you wound me, dear -- there’s much more fun ways to punish me --”
"Hey, Sparda? What happens when a couple of bananas breaks up?"
“Oh! Oh! Is it… they ‘banana split’?” Sparda asks excitedly.
He opened his mouth, ready to answer ‘Banana split!’ but the demon was faster. Plus, he didn’t even seem disappointed at the cheesy joke!
“Awww, you guessed it.”
Sparda perks right up, practically beaming, “I knew it!” if anything, he was excited by the cheesy joke, “Tell me another!”
Daniyal felt somewhat grumpy about his joke being spoiled, but fixed himself up quite rapidly, only needing to clear his throat once.
“What do you call a philosophical dog?”
Sparda pauses, looking thoughtful, then shaking his head, “I don’t know, what do you call a philosophical dog?” his eyes are a little bigger than normal, clearly curious.
The taller man’s smile grew exponentially and for a second there, he had to hold back a chuckle. At least Sparda hadn’t managed to guess this time. Daniyal leaned closed, inhaled, then delivered the line.
“Dogmatic.”
“Dogmatic --” Sparda repeats, then smiles wide like Daniyal had, and laughs, clapping his hands together, “-- I never would have guessed!!”
"Shortstuff."
Sparda gasps, slapping a hand against his sternum, eyes wide, “Why, I never!”
Daniyal simply chuckled. Oh, this was fun. To think he’d go through such a large growth spurt in the time the demon was away. The dragon grinned, flashing sharp teeth as he leaned down enough for their foreheads to almost meet.
“How does it feel to be on the receiving end of it?”
Sparda peers up at the dragon, lips curled playfully as the taller of the two leans down, “I’m sure you know all about how you make me feel on the receiving end of it, dear~” he purrs, eyes squinted some jovially.
The smugness the dragon felt lasted only for a second. At first, his eyes simply widened, but then embarrassment settled upon his cheeks, skin darkening under golden freckles.
“I…You–That’s indecent!”
Sparda bats long lashes innocently, “What? What’s indecent? I have no idea what you could possibly mean, Daniyal.” it doesn’t help that the Dark Knight waggles his eyebrows immediately after.
"Hey, Sparda? What happens when a couple of bananas breaks up?"
“Oh! Oh! Is it… they ‘banana split’?” Sparda asks excitedly.
He opened his mouth, ready to answer ‘Banana split!’ but the demon was faster. Plus, he didn’t even seem disappointed at the cheesy joke!
“Awww, you guessed it.”
Sparda perks right up, practically beaming, “I knew it!” if anything, he was excited by the cheesy joke, “Tell me another!”
Daniyal felt somewhat grumpy about his joke being spoiled, but fixed himself up quite rapidly, only needing to clear his throat once.
“What do you call a philosophical dog?”
Sparda pauses, looking thoughtful, then shaking his head, “I don’t know, what do you call a philosophical dog?” his eyes are a little bigger than normal, clearly curious.
“I hate you,” the hero sobbed. “I hate you so much — ”
“It’s all right,” the dying villain whispered. “I know.”