divine violence.

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ah, dante, still trashy as always. good to know times never change.

     ❛  still forsaken by daddy dearest , luci  ?  DAMN , can’t relate though .  ❜

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constantly torn between destroying and improving myself

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     ❛  do i have to suck your dick again if i need a favor  ?  ❜

@magicrot

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raise ur hand if youre still alive

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     ❛    ———    hey , ASSHOLE , you’re SUPPOSED to take the BODY   &&   BURY it when you run someone over , not just DRIVE OFF . didn’t your dad teach you the PROPER way to handle corpses  ?   ❜

                //     @mulletbitch

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mstadons replied to your post: you know what sucks ? everything.

everything will be better if you swallow and bear it

pull it out then. what’re we waiting for ?

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silverwilled replied to your post: you know what sucks ? everything.

‘you know what sucks’ alec voice: you

I WILL IF YOU DROP YOUR PANTS, BABE.

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you know what sucks ? everything.

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alec.

THE  FACADE  SHATTERS.       what  calm  composure  he  held  seconds  ago  is  gone.      his  true  emotions  taking  its  place.      it  shouldn’t  bother  him  this  much.        he  certainly  didn’t  expect  it  to.    but  it  does.      &  even  if  he  tries to  bury  it  deep  beneath  the  surface  once  more,     it  feels  as  if  it’ll  never  go  back  down  fast  enough,      no  matter  how  hard  he  tries.      granted,      he’s  saved  by  the  fact  dante  won’t  look  at  him  to  even  notice  the  turmoil  he’s  in.      not  that  he  has  so  much  as  glanced  his  way  since  he  uttered  those  words  to  alec.        one  part  is  relieved,  the  other  upset.

&  more  important  things  to  do  ?      so  did  it  mean  nothing  then  ?      was  he  just  thinking  too  much  into  it  like  he  always  is  ?      was  he  wrong  to  assume,      dare  he  say  HOPE,      it  might  actually  mean  something,      even  if  the  possibility  terrified  him   ?     all  this  back  &  forth  between  them.     dante  initiating  all  of  it  since  the  start.      he  thought  it  was  a  joke  all  this  time,  but  now  ?      he  doesn’t  know.      okay,  perhaps  this  isn’t  the  most  ideal  time  or  location  to  talk  but  neither  is  blurting  out  you’re  in  love  with  someone  while  in  the  middle  of  a  battlefield.

❛    just  give  me  an  answer,      dante.   ❜     tone  leaves  no  room  for  excuses,     but  there’s  some  hesitancy  trickling  out  even  still.      (   PLEASE.      YOU  CAN’T  JUST  SAY  THAT  &  ACT  LIKE  IT’S  NOTHING.   )

his life is a string of MISTAKES , dragging behind him like shackles , as HEAVY as iron at times . UNFORGETTABLE . shitty actions , shitty timing   ————   dante sparda , ALWAYS running his mouth off , with no FILTER to stop the bullshit that spills out of his mouth with the conviction of a priest’s BLIND FAITH in the holy word . alec is not a mistake . NEVER will be , but it hurts to know he just irrevocably FUCKED IT UP to kingdom come . words , words , words   ;   he HESITATES , muscles coiled , taut with tension , ready to snap . he’d like to PRETEND , but life is no fairytale . wash it away with a forced smile , a wave of his hand to DISMISS it .

alec isn’t cruel , he wouldn’t MOCK him for what he feels , but it doesn’t stop his heart from beating fast , his head from swimming , everything inside swirling in a chaotic mess . self loathing rearing its UGLY BITCH HEAD at him , spitting on his face . it makes his teeth grind , jaw clench painfully .    ❛  or WHAT  ?  ❜     a VOLCANIC ERUPTION , it burns him alive . he chokes on the ASHES of his own creation , but just as quickly as it snaps , it’s GONE . it leaves him cold , the silence stretching .     ❛   ———   i don’t want you to hate me .  ❜     it’s a quiet confession , but this time he’s ballsy enough to look at alec . he EXPECTS rejection of some kind . not disgust , not from alec . confusion , maybe .     ❛  ..  i don’t want to RUIN this , alright  ?  you’re   ——   ❜     so many things . IMPORTANT comes to mind first .    ❛   ——   my FRIEND . i don’t want to fuck that up .  ❜     but  ..  that’s not quite what alec asked , is it  ?  he SIGHS , a hiss of resignation between his teeth , shakes his head , gaze shifting for a second . it feels like an ETERNITY before he can settle back on the shadowhunter .

   (   fuck it .  you already messed up .   )

     ❛   ——————   fine . you want me to say it again  ?  i will .  ❜     his voice wavers for a second . he could face a horde of demons , EXPECTING death with certainty   &&   it’d still be EASIER than pouring his heart out .     ❛  i fucking love you , okay  ?  do with that  ..  whatever . i’m not taking it back .  ❜

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chloe.

    ❛    yeah  ,  hit a bank and stick it to the man  ,  right  ?  look i might have access to a gun but i don’t think the bank tellers in this city are gonna give a shit                        or  even  fuckin’  flinch.  have you seen them  ?  RESTING BITCH FACE CENTRAL.     ❜

     ❛  fine , fine . WHATEVER you want . but if we do seven eleven , we’re stealing some fucking BEER . fuck snickers .  ❜

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    ❛   JUST CONSIDER THIS  …  we break into seven-eleven  ,  steal some cigs and snickers  ,  get home free.  for old time’s sake ?  ❜

@defiledivinity.

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     ❛  seven eleven , really  ?  kinda setting the bar PRETTY LOW . you sure you don’t wanna hit a bank or somethin’ instead  ?  ❜      

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you know what i do to punk ass bitches like you ? ignore them. they're not worth my time.

     can’t ignore content this good, jackass.

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dante edgelord sparda

      better than a punk ass dick.

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tyler.

      there’s no catch  ,  not really.  dante’s presence in his bed would be just that                       a PRESENCE  ,  a heavy body dedicated to it’s own side of the bed.  the offer is his way of saying he misses his company  ,  as sporadic as it is.   ❛   ‘s what i thought.  you better shower whenever you wake up.  you smell like shit.  ❜   sweat mixed with sulfur.  it makes his stomach twist into KNOTS.  the odor is just a hair away from unbearable  ,  but tyler’s tired enough to ignore it once he adjusts.  eyes shamelessly linger as dante discards the soiled tank  ,  dropping to pants then back to jutting collarbones.  maybe he stares a second too many  , but he notices there isn’t a WOUND in sight  ,  let alone a bruise.  typical.  eyes roll at the bow  ,  lip tilting up into a smirk.    ❛   courteous.  ❜    he leads him back to his room without another word.

the bed dips when his knee presses down  ,  body quickly following as he makes his way to the right side of the bed.  he makes a point to pat the empty side of the bed before his arms fold behind his head.   ❛    ain’t gonna kick you off  or anythin’.  ❜    but he isn’t making any promises.  ❛   demons got’cha  ,  huh ?  ❜    

blessed hot WATER thundering against sore shoulders   &&   weary muscles   ————   that can WAIT . the smell isn’t that bad   ;   if it was , tyler would bitch about it , but maybe it’s just that dante’s TOO USED to reeking of demon guts   &&   the residual STENCH of limbo . heavy on his limbs , impregnating his skin like a coat of ashes . he’ll BORROW tyler’s bathroom if he doesn’t get immediately kicked out when he gets up again . his PARANOIA flares up , a constant throb in the back of his head , but he could blame it on the aftershock of limbo . a few DAYS of nonstop FIGHTING always leaves him on edge , trigger finger itching , hands clenching   &&   unclenching . at least he’s no longer bleeding .

he eyes the bed like a parched man would a cold glass of water    &&   swiftly peels off his pants , letting them pool inside out by the side of the bed before faceplanting the mattress . it’s soft , SOFTER than it has any right to be . a drawn out MOAN gets muffled by the pillow .     ❛  not good enough .  ❜     there’s a SARDONIC smile dulled by fatigue   &&   after a few minutes , a muttered thanks of gratitude .

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tyler. 

      ❛   no demonpox  ?  angeloitis  ?    ❜   the jokes are dry , his ELATION buried beneath piles of uncertainty , but  he’s  …  relieved to see dante again.  knows he’s hard to kill and too hardheaded to die , but a crippling stream of WHAT IF’S plague his mind with every situation.  if he could stop them , he would                           maybe if he could stop caring altogether , that’d stop them.  easier said than done.  eyes fixate on dante’s movements , follow finger’s hasty work at boot laces.   ❛    if that’s what i meant i’d say so , dante .  ❜   doesn’t feel right making him endure the floor , or even the couch he desperately needs to replace.  his stomach twists into knots , rebelling against his rare consideration.  regardless , his offer isn’t retracted.  secretly wants the company despite the wrenching in his gut , and dante’s at least decent with that.  better than tyler himself on most days.

    ❛   once in a lifetime offer , for a low price of zero dollars and zero cents.  offer ends in an hour.   ❜   feels the corner of his mouth lift , arms following suit at his sides.   ❛   what can i say ,  i’m feelin’  GRACIOUS.  plus , it’s not like i’m a cuddler or anythin’.  shitty couch or a nice bed.  take ya pick.  ❜ 

pale blue fixates upon tyler , trying to crack open whatever PUZZLE he’s laid bare with his offer . witches   &&   their ulterior motives . it’s not that he DOESN’T TRUST him   ————   in the end , he chalks it up to tyler having an off day . it’s one of those ‘ too good to be true ’ DEALS but a glance towards the couch makes the decision for him . there’s no competition   &&   he could use the soft bed for a few hours . plus , he DOES trust tyler to not get all clingy .     ❛  nice bed .  ❜     he grabs the back of his tank top   &&   swiftly pulls it over his head , taking it off   &&   dropping it on the floor , right next to the wet coat .     ❛  definitely , the nice bed . fuck your lumpy couch . no offense .  ❜     he rolls his shoulders back , stiff joints popping .

     ❛  after you .  ❜      he tilts his head , a MOCKERY of a half - assed bow . he’s ready to drop dead into the nearest flat surface for a few hours .

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pretty boy.

      knuckles hurt like a bitch  ;  freshly BUSTED open , each blow only making it worse.  the stinging acts as an important REMINDER                            he isn’t morphed and these  …  THINGS definitely aren’t putties.  they feel more organic despite their hard exterior.  but this doesn’t stop zack.  not when he sees someone in danger.  if the blows he takes means they got away safely , then so be it.  (  the kid is long gone , but the threat still remains )  it’s still too risky to morph in this area and he’s GLAD he doesn’t.  he tears his gaze away and looks at the stranger.  a decision he’ll soon regret.     ❛   i mean  …  you could just stand there looking PRETTY yourself ,  i got this                          ❜   readies his stance again ,  turns BACK to the creature only to be met with BLUNT FORCE to his middle.  it’s like the thing shoulder tackles him.  his body is forced back , skidding against ASPHALT.  he swears the thing is cackling.  shit.  his pride hurts a little more than his stomach.     ❛    I’M FINE                      i still  …  i still got it.  hold on.  ❜    words merely a WHEEZE , he manages to evade the monster’s LUNGE by rolling on the ground just in time.  ❛    one second. ❜

his face scrunches up , a GRIMACE of sympathy when the guy gets knocked back   ;   for a second , he thinks THAT’S IT . he stood by   &&   let an INNOCENT human get trashed , beaten to a pulp . there’s no way pretty boy is still ALIVE   ————   but the guy STANDS back up , looking worse than before but still BREATHING . he laughs , a little FASCINATED by the fighting human .     ❛  you don’t got shit , man  !  ❜     got a DEATH WISH , maybe , but the fight is turning ONE - SIDED fast . bummer , it was such a good show .     ❛  you’re gonna die .  ❜     a PREDICTION , not a warning   ——   but one he has zero intention of letting pass . guns in hands , he SHOOTS , breaking into the fight with ease   &&   grace , pushing back the demon , away from the human .

     ❛  time’s up , pretty boy . let a pro handle this shit .  ❜     a SMIRK , razor - sharp , smug tilt to it . he waves at him , two finger SALUTE before rushing into it , a fist raising high , a FLASH of red encasing thickly around it . the punch CONNECTS with a sickening CRUNCH , the porcelain - like armor shattering , black blood OOZING OUT . another punch BREAKS through the soft bits underneath , a loud noise like brick through glass .