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𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙰.

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Hey, Hey, L I S T E N

here, on this blog, you do not need permission to slip into my asks. just do it. even if we haven’t interacted before. even if you’ve sent 10 already. send me more. i love getting asks (in character or out of character) and yeah, i’m slow as fuck, but i promise you i will get to them. have at it, fill my inbox with memes or impromptu starters or just tell me how your day is going. it really doesn’t matter. just go ahead and do it. i promise, i don’t get annoyed seeing the same people in my inbox, actually it makes me happy because yAY MORE INTERACTIONS. so just do it.

[ghieri]

irrcverence​:

SHE’S IN THE DEPTHS OF hell itself ; traipsing around in the darkness, ISOLATED from her friends. her boyfriend. the miner’s jacket does little to provide any WARMTH ― she feels bare. vulnerable. it’s hard to determine if she’s making any progress, everything looks the exact fucking same. she’s certain she’s staggered down this tunnel already, half - expecting that thing to return & finish the job. why didn’t it? she’s easy PREY. it’s not like she can run, let alone fight it off. her earlier attempts proved to be FRUITLESS. she flailed as much as she could, all for naught.  she turns a corner, face colliding with someone’s chest. she utters a YELP & tumbles, landing directly on her backside. god must have it out for her. she LACKS the energy to fight him off – he lifts her with such ease she may as well weigh nothing. if he wanted to hurt her, he would’ve done so already. a feeble, yet RELIEVED sigh falls from her lips. she’s not alone anymore. help has arrived. in the form of a man.. wielding a sword? she wasn’t sure if she could trust her eyes, but now that she’s on his shoulder, up close with the weapon, he’s no ORDINARY person. or he’s just fucking crazy.  ❛ there’s… there’s something fucking down here. ❜

AH  YES,  THE  KNEECAP  EATING  wendigo  threat  that  lurks  within  the  mines  and  woods  above.  how  could  he  forget?  granted,  dante  could  easily  handle  the  creature  on  his  own  and  therefore  didn’t  seek  the  need  to  involve  lady  or  trish,  but  if  he’d  known  this  was  a  search  and  rescue  mission  as  well,  then  he’d  have  asked  nico  to  bring  her  van  for  pickup  service.  maybe  he  was  told  about  the  extent  of  the  mission  but  it  got  lost  in  translation  once  dante  decided  he  had  all  the  information  he  needed  and  walked  out  the  doors.  or  it  went  in  one  ear  and  out  the  other,  who  knows.  there’s  always  a  chance  that  the  demon  hunter  missed  a  few  vital  parts,  leaving  him  with  the  only  option  of  winging  it  until  everything  worked  out.  the  girl  feels  lighter  than  a  feather  even  as  he  begins  to  sprint  and  ignore  the  sounds  of  chaos  in  hot  pursuit  and  the  sharp  scent  of  copper  stings  his  nose  way  too  often  for  it  to  just  be  flesh  wounds  sustained.  ❝  don’t  worry,  i’ll  tell  ya  all  about  wendigos  once  you’re  safe.  hell,  i’ll  even  throw  in  a  pop  quiz  just  to  make  sure  ya  got  it  down  pat!  ❞

not  human  and  crazy  pretty  much  sums  up  dante  sparda,  especially  since  the  current  situation  doesn’t  seem  to  phase  him  at  all.  he’s  still  capable  of  out-running  the  damn  creature  and  dodge  whenever  it  lunges  for  the  woman  on  his  back.  what  the  hell  did  he  do,  steal  the  thanksgiving  turkey  from  out  the  oven?  at  the  first  sign  of  snowflakes  falling  from  an  opening  not  far  ahead,  dante  is  already  tightening  his  grip  around  body  slung  over  his  shoulder  and  jumping  straight  up  without  any  hesitation  or  issues.  only  once  his  boots  collide  with  the  snow  does  his  balance  teeter  and  he  lets  out  a  small  grunt  before  stability  returns.  the  winter  weather  doesn’t  affect  him,  but  his  companion  is  a  different  story,  especially  since  it  seemed  to  be  snowing  harder  now  than  when  he  first  showed  up.  priorities,  priorities.  there’s  a  bunch  of  shifting  around  —  his  devil  sword  dissipating  and  pistols  put  away.  with  one  arm,  he  keeps  the  girl  lifted  off  the  ground  since  bare  feet  and  snow  usually  led  to  fatal  problems,  slipping  one  arm  out  of  his  coat  sleeve  and  then  repeating  the  process.  if  someone  saw  how  stupid  he  looked  trying  to  wrap  her  up  in  it,  they’d  be  having  the  laugh  of  the  century.      ❝  okay,  that  should  keep  you  toasty  until  i  find  shelter.  ❞  and  with  that,  dante  lifts  her  bridal  style  and  begins  to  head  up  the  pathway,  making  a  mental  note  to  call  nico.

[ghieri]

‘ you awake? ’

question starters ( accepting ! ! )

HE SWEARS THAT VERGIL HAS asked this question since they shared their mother’s womb and each time would result in something solid being hurled in the direction of the other’s identically annoying ass face. he does wonder if it causes a slight disturbance in that usual scowl or his blind kid in the back of the class squint, but dante never truly cared enough to open his eyes and check. like right now, he knew the rustle of vergil’s coat as it rode the wind and the even breaths he takes, feet near silent in the approach towards the desk. there’s always a pause though, like his brother is taking in the view or pondering some dumbass hypothesis as to why dante has shut up for once and motionless. was he dead? gagged? mouth sewn shut? it couldn’t possibly be ( drumroll please ) that he’s fucking asleep? because when vergil inhales, dante mouths the words you awake from beneath the magazine covering his face in perfect unison.

if he wasn’t on a path of forgiveness and salvaging their relationship, this would have been the straw to break the camel’s back. dante wants to lunge across the desk and strangle those words out of his mouth for good, but nooo. that would only further sour grumpy cat’s mood and nero would kick both their asses for fighting yet again. it takes a moment before the scruffy demon hunter responds, body still lifeless in the office chair. ❝ for someone who claims to be the smarter brother, you’re really dumb as a rock when it comes to reading the room. ❞  dante responds, voice muffled into magazine pages. he doesn’t need to look at vergil to know that his scowl is probably embedded deeper into his features and a retort is well on its way.  ❝ this is why being anti-social is bad, grumpy caaat. ❞

[ghieri]

‘ has it been that long? ’

question starters ( accepting ! ! )

SEVERAL YEARS HAD PASSED ON earth since he’d stayed behind in hell. and when it comes to time difference, it had felt longer for dante and vergil to be away from the mundane world than anyone would come to realize. upon his return, he was careful to disguise his weariness and aches behind well-crafted jokes and dismissal to keep too many questions from rising about what it truly was like. the welcoming was pleasant enough given the lack of notice on his behalf and what was perhaps the most unprepared party was thrown in celebration for his grand return and the shop being ran again by its non-bill paying demon hunter. but once the festivities melted away into farewells, the hybrid is left seated at his desk to allow his facade of nonchalance to wear off and the rarity of exhaustion to take off along with another emotion that rivals sadness. had he been truly aware of how many goodnights he received, he’d have noticed the lack of lady’s farewell and took note of her whereabouts.

only when the sound of heels approaching and her comment about dante being gone for so long does he voice the truth. that it felt like decades, millenniums even. at some points, he felt as if he’d never see the people he call his family ever again and the longing was unbearable. dante had made it his daily goal to never let it show or voice such feeling --- even now, he attempts to laugh at how pizza tastes the same as he remembers. silence. when lady comes closer and sounds in denial about how much time has passed, dante can’t tell if she didn’t notice or tried her best to forget that it ever happened at all.  ❝ it’s okay to admit you kept a calendar marked for each day i was gone. i would miss me too, ya know? ❞  he jokes half-heartedly and gives her one of his lopsided smiles before it slowly fades away to only remain at a corner of his lips.  ❝ it’s good to see you again, lady. ❞

[charmymemes]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

[ghieri]

  the  issues  with  his  line  of  work  always  came  in  the  form  of  a  human  curveball.  the  kind  that  one  kid  in  gym  doesn’t  see  hurling  at  his  face  because  the  coach  said  no  glasses  ---  poor  metaphor  but  the  example  makes  sense  when  the  job  said  wendigo,  not  wendigo  child  search  and  rescue  with  babysitting  on  the  side.  dante  didn’t  expect  the  whole  mines  incident  to  be  such  a  pain  in  his  ass  either  with  three  different  screams  echoing  down  two  different  tunnels.  jesus  christ,  this  is  why  he  shouldn’t  have  paid  the  phone  bill  for  another  two  months.  after  what  seems  like  hours  within  the  shafts,  the  hunter  collides  with  someone  and  it  falls  down  with  a  womanly  yelp  that  tells  him  it’s  not  a  creature  hell-bent  on  eating  flesh.  one  lookover  and  he  knows  she’s  been  through  way  more  than  any  woman  should;  the  amount  of  cuts  and  bruises  marring  her  skin  should  be  evidence  enough.  she  looks  close  to  passing  out  from  blood  loss  and  due  to  the  lack  of  proper  clothing  in  deadass  winter,  hyperthermia  was  another  concern.  see?  dodgeball,  face.  and  to  add  icing  on  top  of  dante’s  cake,  his  target  is  approaching  from  somewhere  nearby.  ❝  you  picked  the  worst  spot  for  a  nappy-poo,  sweetheart.  ❞    dante  grunts  out,  lifting  the  woman  up  and  over  his  shoulder  so  he’s  still  capable  of  firing  ebony  and  ivory.  next  time  the  coach  says  no  glasses  allowed,  give  him  the  finger.

@irrcverence​ | starter

[ghieri]

not  to  be  dante  on  main  but  coming  back  literally  almost  three  years  later  since  my  smol  break  and  seeing  i  have  almost  two  hundred  followers  when  i  could  have  sworn  it  was  like  thirty  when  i  left  and  eighteen  asks  makes  me  feel  nostalgic  and  confused  at  the  same  time.  but  yeah,  definitely  going  to  get  things  back  in  shape.  or  uh,  finally  pay  the  phone  bill.  

[andyacklesspn]

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[ghieri]

“  nothing you can say will surprise me.  ”

more misc memes. ( accepting. )

   well there’s a bit of truth to her words considering the things that can fester on the tip of dante’s tongue has been spoken before. but he’s not a predictable hybrid when it comes to speaking his mind, so already a plan has hatched and he leans forward. ❝you’re wrong about that. i could say something like marry me or lets get naked and fight demons! you would never ever see that coming– like right now for an example.❞

[ghieri]

I WOULD EAT VEGEMITE OFF YOUR ABS.

   ❝i thought you said termites and i was so close to judging you for that weird flex, but now i’m just curious as to what this is since i refuse to use my brain today.❞

[ghieri]

Hey hotshot. You ever been serenaded?

   ❝nope, pretty sure the reason for that is because i should be doing the serenading. or i just…don’t appeal to the eyes anymore.❞

[ghieri]

So did you and Vergil talk it out, or did beating each other up in the underworld do the trick?

   ❝between you and i, the moment we got alone i smothered him in his sleep.❞

[ghieri]

I would like to give you money for no reason other than your building looks sad without power or running water.

   ❝you know, that entire comment is sweet but it also made me sound like one of those sad pooches in the pound. not sure why– anyway, i’ll accept the cash as long as i’m not expected to repay you.❞

[videogemu]

―The son of the legendary dark knight Sparda.

[ghieri]

Hmm....you have white hair, wear red all the time, can fly and your nephew helps his girlfriend look after some orphans. So, we gonna get to see Smokin' Sexy Santa Dante in December?

   ❝sounds kinda kinky, buuut i’m not gonna turn down the opportunity to spread some holiday cheer! keep your eyes peeled, i might just come sliding down your chimney in all my smokin’ sexy santa glory.❞

[ghieri]

Nero has a better theme song than you :P

   ❝too bad it only plays when he’s not getting his ass handed to him. i rarely ever seem to hear it over the sound of me being more awesome.❞

[ghieri]

Dante my dude, what's the secret to your swag?

   ❝you have to be born with it– a hybrid style swagger that can’t be taught or copied.❞