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✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 . ( a collection of mixed action prompts. adjust phrasing as desired. potentially mature content within. )
[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."
[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.
[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."
[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.
[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.
[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.
[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."
[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."
[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."
[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."
[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.
[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”
[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"
[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.
[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.
[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."
[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"
[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"
[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.
[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."
[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."
[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."
[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."
[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."
[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."
[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"
[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."
[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."
[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."
[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"
"𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽." 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓻.
Multi-muse multi-fandom Indie role-playing blog MUSES - RULES - INFO ABOUT THE MUN
Primary muses being Vergil son of Sparda, Goro Akechi, though I have many more muses from various different series. All wildly different tones
This Blog is semi-active and semi-selective. Though open to almost all.
This Blog is open to almost any crossover of muses, that is what I live for seeing.
Written by Wolfo. A tired grumpy man.
ps. more risque side blog is here. But for adults only.
((apologies in advance i know some of my links on my blog dont work (the tags page especially) but the important ones like the about and rules do at least so ill get around to it eventually))
“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒚; 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚: 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔.” -Virgil, The Aeneid
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Vergil moved to run his hand across his partner's back to steady his shoulders. He knew it was going to be a painful experience for him to process all of this. But it was something he needed to let out. Even if it was through ugly crying and painful gasps this was built up self-hatred and resentment desperate to crawl out from the depths of his soul.
He runs his hand down to grasp the other's hand. His thumb tracing the back of his hand, before gripping onto him gently. "I know you are pushing yourself. But you should go through the interior of the home. There might be something you find that you might have missed."
He presses his head against the other's with a light hug. "You should leave no stone upturned. That way you can let this go and bury the past in peace."
As frustrating as the steady trickle of tears was, the comfort of a familiar touch settled the mans nerves enough to weather the worst of his shoring suffering. Difficult as it may be, his mate was right; he promised himself that he couldn't let the past linger. Vergil needed to live in the now but he needed to take that fearful look back to unshackle this baggage.
The entrance yawns open exposing the ruins of their sitting room. Sparda's manor was no townhouse, it was a true estate with high ceilings and maroon wallpapers galore. A charred painting loomed over the mantle and the heart that once ached burned a touch.
"I always hated this painting." He says with a wry smile, voice sentimental yet bitter. He remembers seeing it again in that delirious and worn state, almost hoping that the visage of his mother would somehow save him from his ailment. What a joke. The painters work only reminded him more of Mundus, so close yet so far, the subject was almost pristine but lacking warmth. His mother almost looked scheming here with her slight smirk. Eva was nothing of the sort.
"I always thought the artist had an agenda when I looked at it." He mused aloud to his other. "Myself shrouded in darkness while Dante was bathed in light. I should've snapped his brushes when I had a chance" He was petty even as a child.
The alternate of another reality looked towards his partner. It wasn't that long ago that he himself had been here. Where he had struck himself down to be reborn as his full demonic half. However it wasn't his true rebirth, that would only come when his son would help himself return whole. His doppelganger however had never returned to his reality's old home.
He could sense his partner's unease but he would do his best to help him along. "It will be alright. I doubt you will have a worse second viewing then I did." He added. A slight joke at his own expense? Perhaps Dante's personality had rubbed off on him far more then he believed. Though he was more in touch with his humanity then his partner.
In truth he would often ponder if he was the only thing keeping him from falling down a dark path.
Regardless he moved to lead the path to their former estate. The state of the city was still quite damaged from the destruction. The country's government had been making a reconstruction effort to fix what had been ruined. Even though it was an effort progressing far faster then Fortuna's own rebuilding it would still be a long time before it was healed.
"I think this will help ease your mental state. A sense of inner peace." He wasn't going to let him lose himself like they both had before.
"Right."
It would be a lie to say he believed those words. Closure be damned, with the itch of shame dragging up his throat and the heat of grief muddling his head, the cambion was convinced this was an exercise in self-flagellation. Dante was an ass for proposing the idea and he was a fool for thinking this would change anything.
'That's not true. You know it would change everything.' Of course, he knows that. That doesn't mean he likes it or the spectacle of emotion he knows he'll be forced to suffer through yet again thanks to V's meddling play at being his conscience.
They're here. What a relief it is to be here with his mate. With someone Vergil knows he can trust not to judge him when he steps out of the car and immediately tear up like a leaky faucet. It's exactly as he left it. Marred and ragged and wretched and beautiful. Scarred from battle, the foundations stay unnaturally firm even with it's front torn out and exposed. If only he could say it was bittersweet to see his childhood home still standing if it were not a monument to his failures.
He's crying, he knows he's crying. It feels childish and embarrassing, but is it? Shouldn't he cry? Wouldn't anyone cry if their festering wounds were lacerated yet again and left raw and exposed in the name of so called "healing"? He wipes his face and closes the door behind him, knowing this is the beginning of the worst of it.
"Let's go." Muttered out, bitter and broken and oh so sorrowful, just like the pitiful dog he is.
𝑫𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒅? - Virgil, Aeneid
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ʀᴇᴅɢʀᴀᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇy ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʜᴇʀ.
Even now, long after the Qliphoth's roots had been cut down and it's tree felled, the cracks in this city's infrastructure are deep and festering. Roads raised and sunken, buildings collapsed and looted. The mirrored couple had nearly needed to go through the outskirts of the city to even reach their destination and while the softened of the two had made the suggestion, he almost wishes they took longer.
"There." He mutters softly from the passenger side. "It’s just up that cliffside."
One could just barely see it from here. The red roof almost brown from age and dirt. The adornments rusted and flagging. Vergil felt his heart threaten to seize at the sight of it. The Sparda estate. Home… or what's left of it.
His gaze betrays his stoicism, an edge of anxiety as he looks over to his mate. The only anchor he has against this battering of shame. "Let's go."
𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from a search on goodread's keywords for fantasy romance and romantasy. please change names, locations and pronouns as you see fit. some of these might be suggestive.
“Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.”
“But I will not run. I wouldn't be standing here if I'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome. I will not die today.”
“There is no me without you.”
“They say the soul cannot rest until it finds its match. Then it ignites.”
“You don't love someone because they're a dream of perfection. You love them because of the way they meet their challenges, how they struggle to overcome. You love them because together, you bring out the best in each other.”
“Do you make it a habit to compliment everyone who's trying to kill you?"
“Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"
“Make no mistake, little human. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”
“Love is when you’d rather see someone one last time and die, than never see their face again.”
“You are sweet to be so concerned over my love life, but I’ve decided only to date guys who have bigger swords than me.”
“Laire, get back here! You do not drink before we meet with our mortal enemy.”
“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”
“I bring you the whole of my heart at the rising of the moon and the setting of the stars.”
“You're exquisite. You're transcendent. And you are mine.”
“Fight me, love. You'll need the strength at the pass. Let that power fly."
“Gods, there seemed to be nothing more humiliating than being attracted to someone who didn't feel the same.”
“Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.”
“They were all short lives. She'd just wanted to spend more of hers with him. She'd just wanted more time.”
“You could never hate me as much as you want me.”
“That’s the thing about life. To know there’s an end, to be unable to run from it, but to live anyway.”
“I would fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again”
“I am Death. And you are a fool. I hope revenge is worth it.”
“They despise us because we are Immortal, but it is the blood that runs through our veins ...That they fear.”
“The time for hiding is over. The time for fear is over. The time for action is now.”
“You are powerful by birth but have it in you to be good by choice.”
“It's not protection, little dragon. It's a claim. You're mine. No one touches what belongs to me.”
“Maybe you’ve know what it’s like to be at the bottom, but I doubt you’ve known hell.”
“How can I even look at any other guy on campus when you’re always on my mind? Literally.”
“Love is a not a weakness.”
“My future had been set for me before I was old enough to question it.”
“No one doubts your honourable nature, most noble of kings and best of brothers.”
“When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.”
“Be everything you truly are. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you, my silver one.”
“But if we don’t have peace, we shall have you.”
“Oh, Gesela, do not pretend you despise my attention.”
“He was beautiful and cold, like winter…”
“Answer my question. Send to my will. Why have you come, sweet one?”
“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begin's to stare back at you.”
“Iron is made stronger in the hottest part of the fire, Seth. You didn't break me, you forged me.”
“The whole damn world could burn, and I would still love you. When everything dissipates, you're the only thing I see. You've always been.”
“I’ll happily play the villain if you’re my reward, Mareina.”
“This realm’s moon hung on the skies, mine laid beside me, smiling and radiant.”
“If you're going to lie, make it a good one.”
“No one is killing my king tonight.”
“My beautiful Olivia, you are the moon of my night sky, beaming light and beauty into my life.”
“That’s it, my bride. Take your pleasure.”
“Perhaps, but the mind is also a powerful force. What you believe, you often see. And what you hope, often comes to be.”
“Patience is about as foreign to me as mercy."
“Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”
“I would have suffered a thousand more years to be with you.”
“It’s not easy to ignore an unfinished day that has been set on reminding you of its bitterness.”
“We aren't anything like strangers anymore, and certainly nothing like enemies. Compassionate like friends. Tender like lovers.”
“All or nothing. In dreams as in life.”
“You need me because I am the Queen of Ithicana.”
“You are mine, mo krrá. The same way that I am yours. From now until the end of time.”
“She would not be mastered by anything again; she was the master of herself.”
“When will you see I'm not your enemy, but your weapon. Wield me..”
“I may be evil but I do have a heart, Princess. It belongs to you. “
“There's no room for doubt on the wings of birds, let alone on the mane of moon dust.”
“I'll say it again. I don't care what you are. I care about who you are.”
“Your wish is my command, my queen.”
“I thought all you princes wanted was demure virgins you could pluck for the first time."
“Power was poison, one that slipped beneath the skin and which could turn even the purest soul into a wicked monster.”
“Love was a lethal weapon that rivaled the sharpest sword. It cut directly to the heart.”
“Morgan Pendragon is far from insignificant. She's a force of destiny and you would do well not to trifle with her or ever let her name cross your lips again.”
“I don't think I've ever met anyone as vexing as you,"
“That was what it meant to have power, wasn't it? You could simply destroy that which didn't serve you.”
Dante floats between sleeping and awake, just floating on that feeling of Vergil's cheek on his head. This... was nice. Things were better with Vergil around. He still had days where he wanted to off himself, but those feelings tended to fade a bit when Vergil would walk in and demand Dante's attention.
Nero even visited more often.
The book holds his attention while Dante rests at his side, a familiar position for them. It's strange to think that this too hadn't changed. In fact as time passed and they both warmed to each other's presence, these old roles seemed to be cast upon them again. Life was a little brighter with his family it seemed.
"Thank you Dante." He mumbles, kissing his twins forehead once more.
@gelum-lumen
Dante wipes his mouth and sits up. With a yawn and a stretch, his bones pop. He then rubs his eye and looks up at Vergil, "I'm always beautiful. Especially when I drool." He says matter-of-factly.
Dante's warmth is always welcome along with the tiny nuzzles. It's hard to suppress the tender smile and the urge to press his lips to Dante's forehead so he doesn't. Vergil lavishes in every affection he knows they both crave. "That's fine by me." It's a whisper but he knows Dante can hear it as he rests his own cheek against the crown on the other's head.
@gelum-lumen
Dante wipes his mouth and sits up. With a yawn and a stretch, his bones pop. He then rubs his eye and looks up at Vergil, "I'm always beautiful. Especially when I drool." He says matter-of-factly.
How is he still the same childish little brother all these years? "You're certainly a sight to behold." He teases with a smile, Vergil coming to sit beside his twin now that the couch was finally free for him to read.
"I did the books by the way. It took a little maneuvering but it seems we'll see a profit this month."
"No way." Dante grins, "Looks like things are finally looking up!"
He leans against Vergil, still kinda groggy and Vergil really did make such a good pillow.
Rolling his eyes, Vergil shifts to bring Dante a little closer and more comfortable. "There's not a lot of cash left over but...it's an achievement regardless." Truthfully their money situation had been stressing him out so any improvement left him in a good mood. "Should we celebrate? I think you can order pizza guilt free now. "
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Dante wipes his mouth and sits up. With a yawn and a stretch, his bones pop. He then rubs his eye and looks up at Vergil, "I'm always beautiful. Especially when I drool." He says matter-of-factly.
How is he still the same childish little brother all these years? "You're certainly a sight to behold." He teases with a smile, Vergil coming to sit beside his twin now that the couch was finally free for him to read.
"I did the books by the way. It took a little maneuvering but it seems we'll see a profit this month."
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“Hmmm… our bound huh?” Sven puts his hands behind his back and starts walking slowly around Vergil. His expression was calm but at the same time curious. “ And what kind of connection are we talking about here? Please enlighten me, Master.” Despite the sarcastic tone, he was really interested in the next answer. No matter what the answer, he would always be with Vergil.
However, he might have always wanted to know Sparda’s real feelings. Deduct into his own thoughts and never question, he always did. Now Sven has found a possible opportunity to learn a little more.
Vergil narrowly resists the urge to shiver as Sven steps into his space, both overwhelmed with the urge to flee and curiously to move closer still. He knew what this was, Sven wanted to hear his true feelings, but the truth was he didn’t know what his feelings meant. He didn’t know why he felt so satisfied to be beside him, why he found himself longing for the man’s company moments after he’d take his leave. He didn’t know why he yearned to see Sven smile at him.
But he doesn’t have the heart to lie. Not to someone who devotes himself so fully to Vergil.
“I-” He speaks without thinking, throat dry as he fumbles this overdue confession. “I don’t mean our…work relationship.” He still struggles to wrap his mind around the situation they’ve found themselves, though he’s certainly not unhappy with it. “I’m referring to our more personal bond. I wanted to let you know I’m fond of you and that I value your company outside of whatever lingering obligations you feel you have to me.” That being said, hearing Sven call him master did things to him he didn’t want to admit.
“…I find myself missing you when you leave, wanting your attention when I don’t have it.” He’s a leaky faucet, words spilling forth before he can catch them. “When you’re too close I-” Want to kiss you. Words he doesn’t say, but knows in his heart to be true, oh god is that what this is? “…want more. If you would have me.”
Sven stopped walking in Vergil’s personal space but didn’t leave him at all. He just stopped in front of him, daring to leave only a little space between them. Staring at his master saying every word. Looking neutral, but his heart was racing with every word he said. Only God knows the strength he made to resist his own desires. From not grabbing the other’s waist and taking him in his arms. But he resisted in the end patiently waiting for Sparda blue to finish.
And as soon as he did, Sven stared at him for a few moments. Thinking carefully about these feelings that his master was exposing.
“More? More like touching you? Is that what you mean?” His hand reaches out to the other’s hand and takes it close to his lips. “Like letting my mouth caress your skin like this?” Sven slowly kisses his palm and never stops looking into his eyes.
“Or maybe you want something specific? I already said Vergil, I do everything you want me to do. Without question. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
Sven's heated stare was enough to make his heart tremble in a way that terrified him. Vergil had never allowed himself to engage in such yearning, never allowed himself to want someone so carnally. He would claim such things were beneath him but age and his unraveling mental state let him know the truth. He had been scared. Scared that if he let someone in too close, even his dear brother, that like all things in his life they'd leave. They'd leave and Vergil would have to suffer the trauma of that loneliness for the hundredth time.
But with Sven... does he even have that problem? Maybe it's that selfless loyalty, that pride in serving him that allowed Vergil to want. The way his lips ghosted kisses to his flesh like he was something so precious, so coveted that he needed to be handled with such delicate adoration made him feel special in a way Vergil's dogged pursuit of power never had.
Is this was affection is?
"Kiss me." The words are a whisper, a trembling command from a master long since tired of denying himself the full breadth of his charge's affections.