Devil May Cry

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[angel-sephiroth]

Dante in the Devil May Cry anime announcement

[flavoredmagpie]

DMC5 is just waves of nostalgia…

[devilmayshit]

[liveabetic]

Hey guys I have almost enough money to make most of my rent at this new apartment I just need money to buy food by april 15th plz help me escape my abusive dad so I can start healing

[liveabetic]

The apartment I was going for got rented out so I’m still looking for a place to live but I can use any additional help while I save up

[liveabetic]

My dad found out and now he’s trying to buy back me staying but I know his tricks and he’ll just default to his old behavior once I agree to stay EXACTLY like what happened last time. Please help me flee

[liveabetic]

can you please reblog this post if you see it at least? I need help

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Dante dashed forward and up, using his speed up…

@redleatherhunter

It doesn’t take too long to draw in more than enough aura for sufficient energy. Thankfully it’s before Dante gets close, they do note the subtle change in his aura. It’s fascinating. Seems he has more than a few mysteries to him. More importantly, he’s stopped and is looking at them, they know because the bandages do what they sometimes will without Solas’s permission and share their sight which is always disorienting as all hell. Not surprising considering the abrupt change of seeing with two eyes in one direction…to seeing all around themself with about twenty eyes. Solas puts a stop to that shit almost immediately.

 They’re going to head down immediately to discuss what’s going on and possibly some form of battle plan. But they have to slow their descent when the smaller dolls all speak at once and rush into their shadow, immediately replacing the little entities are the luke-warm familiar sensations of about four pairs of the hands of the mannequins. Solas rolls their eyes and doesn’t say a word. Though they don’t doubt the demon-halfling seeing hands and arms slowly emerging from the inside of their shadow, which is stubbornly staying in front of them despite the direction of the light will make him at the very least, pretty uncomfortable. But he’ll just need to deal.

Dispersing the shield when they’re close enough to the rooftop to stand, Solas turns their attention to him and after a moment they start talking, deciding to mention the whole shadow thing first 

“A’ight, before ya start shootin’ or swingin’ that sword o’ yers, These’re also my partners. Now, the veil, assumin’ ya know what that is, is tearin’ slowly for whatever th’ mass power happenin’ up there is. However, there’re over a hundred smaller tears happenin’ much faster. But only in the sky for…whatever reason. Those seem ta be the main things leeching energy and feeding it into that colossal tear. I’m hazardin’ a guess that the energy is gonna start flowin’ rapidly when the little ones start burstin’ through. …fairly sure this is obvious but that means we gotta start takin ‘em out as fast as possible. Hopefully quickly enough tha’  we ain’t gotta deal with the big one.” 

Knowing that they’ve said a lot in a short amount of time, they go silent to give him a chance to process all that and come up with questions before asking “Got questions?”

[redleatherhunter]

Dante eyed the shadow creatures but only for a moment before giving a careless shrug of his shoulders. He had his own little shadow demon, damn trouble maker that he was. “So, close up some tears in the universe. Shouldn’t be that hard, huh?” he snorted a laugh at his own over simplification.

“Might need a bit more help...” he murmured, looking out towards the tear again with a slight frown. He tapped the toe of his boot on the ground behind him. “Oi, Dark. Wake up.” A shadow version of the half-devil slid up from the darkness. Looking much like the hunter, other than black clothes, black hair and red eyes. “This is Dark, he can give us a hand for a short while. Let’s go,” he stated. There didn’t seem to be much time for idle chatter if they needed to close the tears before the whole thing exploded. Without another word he turned on his heel and started dashing towards the action.

[redleatherhunter]

X - "Dante...? Dante!"

Send ‘X’ to find my muse beaten, bloody, and left for dead.

Dante’s vision swam as he struggled to open his eyes at the sound of the voice. He shouldn’t be laying here. Where was he? Asphalt or concrete…Did he get blackout drunk again…? He tasted blood and everything hurt. He tried to devil trigger only managing a savage snarl before blood rushed up the back of his throat, reducing his growl to a gurgle before trying to cough. He turned his head to the side, the stream of sanguine coming from the corner of his mouth joining the other smears on his face. He couldn’t focus on who was calling his name, the coughs wracking his frame sending pain to every fiber of his body. 

“Vital…green…pocket…” he managed to wheeze, his mangled fingers curling slightly towards his jacket pocket.

[redleatherhunter]

frombehindpaleeyes‌:

Anne laughed softly. “I think that answer would work too,” she replied. She tried not to let on how worried she was, nor how relieved she felt to see Dante slowly getting his strength back. It was a strange thing to see. Some of the scratches on his face even seemed to be healing as well. 

She paused when he began to cough, her hand moving to pat lightly on his back. It seemed to clear whatever was in his throat because once he was done, his breathing sounded clearer. “You okay?” she asked when he finished. “My apartment is just up ahead, you can get some water there.”

He nodded in response to her question, clearing his throat. “Just peachy,” he confirmed. He was feeling better by the minute honestly. “Definitely wouldn’t say no to some water though.” Even if he’d prefer some whiskey to take the edge off the evening, he wouldn’t ask for that. Anne didn’t seem like the type for hard liquor anyway...but he could be wrong.

[irreversiblemelody]

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Well, shit. Now the question was, did he believe…

@redleatherhunter

Just barely holding in a relieved sigh as they hand the box over to the other, noting his suspicion and reluctance Socks decides to say and do something…risky. They don’t know why really, and they have no doubt Fate has a hand in this but for once they don’t care enough to try and defy the deity. As much as they loathe them and their holier than thou attitude.

“I’ll explain more when you come back, we can talk in my th’hop…” they say “I’ll be waiting here.”

[redleatherhunter]

He was a little puzzled about that, and still a little bit conflicted about his current task, but he had agreed to to it. He strode on forward, sidling up to the woman in question and turning up his roguish charm, smirking and flirting. He wasn’t sure he’d ever really given a gift of this kind to a woman before, but at offering it to her she seemed more than pleased to accept.

He excused himself, promising to return, though, whether he would or not, who knew? He made his way back to Socks. “So, did I do it?” he wondered.

[irreversiblemelody]

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@redleatherhunter

Socks notices the shift in his gaze and demeanor, he seems interested but wary. Which is honestly very smart of him, though they’d expected no less due to their earlier observations. Delicately closing the box and reactivating the puzzle mechanisms just as gingerly, Socks hums for a moment, thinking of how to explain without giving too much away. Debating on whether or not they should even be taking this risk right now. It’s wasting valuable time, and the object is resonating and basically screaming at them to get it to its fated recipient. Glaring down at the box the Witch gives it a small shake, tone just the slightest bit irritated when they say 

“Quit yellin’ at me I know, I’m working on it,” unsurprisingly the thing doesn’t listen, none ever do, looking up at him again they decide to be…vaguely honest “ I don’t know exactly what will happen, but it will likely be a terrible thing. I’m going to be hon…frank with you, time i’th of th….time i’th running out. Whatever i’th going to happen, will be happening…mm, it…the time of her mi- …inevitable event i’th rapidly approaching.”

[redleatherhunter]

Well, shit. Now the question was, did he believe that? Could he really take the chance? He sighed and held his hand out. “Hurry up then,” he sighed. How did he get himself into these messes? Now he had to chat up this woman and see if he’d be able to get her to take an expensive gift. Though, if what this person said was true it shouldn’t be all that difficult. A little flirting, lay on some charm and hopefully it wouldn’t be an issue.

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@redleatherhunter

Following the energy becomes easier to track the closer they get, and the weather gets worse as well. Howling winds and eerie singing permeate the air, a blinding light just barely peeking through the clouds. Cautiously crossing over what they recognize as an overcharged leylines, the predicament goes from subtle to full on chaotically self-evident. The sheer amount of aura worries them at first so they stop to assess their potential enemy. Now that they aren’t moving…it’s obvious that most of that aura is a multitude of separate beings. But there is something relatively powerful in the center. Listening to the songs and whispers gives them zero information as it’s in a language they don’t know and have never heard before. Their curiosity overrides any frustration they might feel because of that, and so they question their companions about it.

 The dolls do seem to recognize and understand whatever is being said but aren’t able to translate into any language the witch knows. Patting the little entities when they get upset over not being able to help Solas understand instead of speaking to reassure them all, the witch sits on the shield to plan and observe. Simply because they have enough time to do so before they move in to attempt to stop this before it goes any further. If this is going to end in a fight, it’s going to be a taxing one, so first, they should take in some of the aura flowing into the clouds. As they do they grimace a bit, it burns some, like they remember whiskey doing the one time they drank it. It isn’t as disgusting as the whiskey had been thankfully. 

[redleatherhunter]

Dante dashed forward and up, using his speed up the and agility to climb the nearby buildings to get a better vantage point and also a bit of a more straightforward dash being able to hop the rooftops instead of the alleyways like a rat in a maze. Whatever was going on...it was those things that attacked him and beat him to a pulp. They were trying to get him out of the way, so something bad was going down. It wasn't like he hadn't been down and out before, just needed to pick up the pieces and get back to work, lives at stake and all that.

He hoped Lady and Trish had picked up something was amiss though, he'd already had his ass handed to him once today, and despite the assistance he didn't know how trustworthy this 'Soul' person was. He'd been backstabbed more than once by someone who had first 'helped' him and then was actually just using him. He had a right to be wary.

He caught sight of the witch however as he got close and made his way closer. They seemed like they might know more about the situation at hand, might as well see if there was anything other information he could scrape up.

[sagamemes]

15 questions about mun’s taste in muses.

how many muses, do you think, have you had in total while on tumblr?

are there any tropes that pull you in or that you realise are reoccuring in your muses?

do you often get ideas when watching new media? do you end up wanting a canon character, an oc in that world, or just things involving current muses in the world / with those characters?

what’s the weirdest muse you’ve ever had?

who is / was your favourite muse of all time to play?

is there a muse you’d add or bring back if you didn’t have to worry about whether others are interested in them or not?

what age group, gender and ethnicity do you most often end up playing?

who is your latest muse? can be someone you’re only considering / not planning to play at all, but is tempting you.

have the types of characters you play changed over the years?

if you play original muses with canon roots  ( like oc siblings, coworkers, etc. )  or someone who’s been either just a name or a few lines of dialogue in canon, how do you build that character? do you pick the muse first and build from there, or do you need have the muse ready in your head and only then pick the connection, or a combination of the two?

have you ever built or picked up a muse because you wanted to use a certain faceclaim? how did it go?

what’s the weirdest thing that has ever inspired you to make or pick up a muse?

have you ever not gone through with playing / adding / making a blog for a muse because you’ve feared no one would care about that specific muse?

if you see that a friend of yours has just made a blog for a muse you were planning to play, will you still make the blog?

which muses of yours have currently very dead fandoms?

[redleatherhunter]

X - "Dante...? Dante!"

Send ‘X’ to find my muse beaten, bloody, and left for dead.

Dante’s vision swam as he struggled to open his eyes at the sound of the voice. He shouldn’t be laying here. Where was he? Asphalt or concrete…Did he get blackout drunk again…? He tasted blood and everything hurt. He tried to devil trigger only managing a savage snarl before blood rushed up the back of his throat, reducing his growl to a gurgle before trying to cough. He turned his head to the side, the stream of sanguine coming from the corner of his mouth joining the other smears on his face. He couldn’t focus on who was calling his name, the coughs wracking his frame sending pain to every fiber of his body. 

“Vital…green…pocket…” he managed to wheeze, his mangled fingers curling slightly towards his jacket pocket.

[redleatherhunter]

frombehindpaleeyes‌:

Slowly, the two of them approached her building. Anne noticed that with each passing moment Dante seemed to be getting a little stronger. His clothes were still shredded to hell and dried blood still stuck to his skin, but he was also walking a little easier.

“The red and black does help,” she agreed. “As do the occasional missing streetlight.” She paused in the sickly light and looked up at him. “And if any one asks, you can just say you were mugged.”

“Oof,” he pressed a hand to his chest in mock pain. “But that would mean admitting a loss, and that would wound my pride,” he joked. “Can’t we just say you’re dragging me home from the fight club and they should see the other guy?” He was definitely making light of the whole situation. Obviously he wouldn’t say that, but the idea of it was still making him grin. “I mean, especially since I did actually win, just not as flawlessly as I would have liked.” He laughed, which tapered into a bit of a cough, clearing whatever was left in his lungs and letting him breathe deeply again. Good thing he was so goddamn resilient. 

[redleatherhunter]

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Instead of trying to explain the contents and how they’d be important in her near future without fully explaining all of what their job is about, Socks quickly solves the puzzle on the box and undoes the latches. Opening it quickly but carefully to show him the jewelry …and a tag inside that hadn’t been there before that says ‘To Lara E.’ …so her name might be Lara. It could also be a nickname or alias or some other thing. Who knew. After a few seconds, they close the box carefully and the latches lock back in place. Looking up at him they wait for a moment before speaking 

“ The box and all it contain’th are going to be extremely critical for her to have.” they explain while being as vague as they can  “You’re her type…from what I know of her, meaning a delivery from you would be, um…, much more quickly taken than one from me.The unbelievably th’hallow and vapid type that brag’th about her wealth, being a true vegan, and how her three grand heel’th were only good for a night kind of woman. Might try and get your number. ” 

He took all the information in with a slight tilt of his head, blue eyes turning sharp, alert in a way he hadn’t been a few minutes before. Wondering if there was something off about the necklace. He didn’t actually know much about the person he was talking to, other than they were secretive about what they did. Money wasn’t of much consequence to him, he’d lived on the streets a good chuck of his life, while it wasn’t preferable, he didn’t compromise his independence. 

He laughed however at the description of the woman. “Well, if she’s got that much cash I might give it to her,” he joked. He was still contemplating the job. “What’ll happen if she doesn’t get this?” he asked.

[redleatherhunter]

"What ARE you?" (New follower! Hello!)

He shrugged his shoulders. “Handsome, charming…? Bloodstained?” He wiped his cheek with his forearm to remove the neon blue smear. “Take your pick,” he smirked flippantly, spinning Ebony and Ivory around his fingers before they landed in their holsters.

((welcome! :3 I’m on mobile so I’ll move this to the tags later lol!))

[redleatherhunter]

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“Devil May Cry,” Anne repeated the name. She said it several more times in her head in an effort to remember it. She wanted to remember it. 

Letting go of Dante’s hand, she reluctantly nodded. “Yeah, maybe,” she murmured. She didn’t really want him to go, she liked sitting and talking to Dante. But it was getting late and maybe he didn’t, but she had to get up early for work. “If you want you can come by the bookstore where I work. Maybe find something for you to read…” She gave him the name of the place where she worked. “I’m in the phone book too…”

He smiled back at her before nodding. “Will do. Take care of yourself, alright? Keep that holy water close, will ya?”

[frombehindpaleeyes]

Taking the vial of holy water from her pocket, Anne wrapped her fingers around the bottle and held it close to her. “I will,” she promised. “And if I need you, I’ll call.” She smiled at him softly. “You do the same, Dante. Take care of yourself.”

[devilmaycrynostalgia]

Devil May Cry 4 by Alina Starshinova

[dantes-babe]

97 days to go!

[redleatherhunter]

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Sensing his spike in power, the witch wonders if he could have done that before, though even if he could there was no guarantee that it would have healed him. They’ll ask later if they have the opportunity. Still analyzing the clusters, that are sluggishly building up what is definitely ‘holy’ auras the faint forces all moving and gathering in the North-East, the witch doesn’t turn to face him when he walks toward them. The little dolls coming floating past him…not even carrying the dirty cloth.

 Solas refrains from saying anything about them being awful at being subtle, the little entities seem pleased with themselves as they slip back into the witches coat so why ruin that? Besides, getting on them with a scolding or anything like it would just distract the little beings and that would cost all of them in a fight against whatever was making its way here. 

Solas raises an eyebrow when he speaks to them. Party? They assume he’s talking about the inevitable fight that’s going to happen. Looking toward him the witch gives a nod in response. He isn’t wrong but ….this stranger is kind of a dork. Surprisingly not in an annoying way just yet, …definitely still dorky for saying that though. But that aside, he’s likely to be helpful in the fight, unless the infinite things that could go wrong do just that. He could be a part of all this, he could die, actually be a shit fighter, turn on them, actually be the target…and so on.

Rolling their shoulders and their neck for a moment to crack them, Solar concentrates for a moment to transform into their uniform. A black, high-collared suit, deceptively worn and stitched in appearance with light lavender bandages covering their entire body underneath and boots that are unnaturally dark. The bandages have eyes in certain places that close and change position with seemingly no rhyme or reason. The thing’s gaping maws remain hidden for the moment.

Summoning up a shield, they step on it and briefly looking back at him they say “The holy aura and energy is goin’ North East, flowin’ slowly right now but it’s buildin’ up.”

That said they take off toward the source.

Dante frowned at their shift in appearance. What in the world did that mean? He supposed they’d said that they were a witch, but he wasn’t sure what kind or what powers they had. He had a better idea about Umbra witches what with having a bit of that in his bloodline that he’d been able to dig up about his mother.

Dante snorted when Soul took off without him. Typical. He’d just have to make his own way. North East they said, well, he better get going then. He leaned back and snapped both his fingers. “Trickster it is,” he murmured before dashing off in the direction the witch had indicated.

[irreversiblemelody]

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Party? Was Fate celebrated here for some reason? They have no real memories of the world before The End, certain smells and likes triggered faint, fuzzy memories at times…but nothing concrete. So for all they know this place is just like home used to be. Maybe this was why Fate was such an infuriating asshole. Because it’s worshipped everywhere. Hm. 

They look back at him to ask about it, when they sense that their target has finally arrived. A woman with a wild mane of red hair, long legs, blue contacts in her eyes in a sundress and heels, and,of course, she’s flanked by a small group of what they assume to be friends. Which complicates things. 

The Fate object in their pocket begins to resonate and pulse, confirming that it definitely is her. Said object is an ordinary looking Jewelry box, aside from it being a bit large. Inside is a set of earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet. All silver. All decorated with admittedly beautiful sapphires.

The problem was going to be getting to her and convincing her to accept the thing. ….or they could save themself the trouble, use up the last bit of magic in the invisibility ring they’d created a bit ago and put it in her purse. They start to activate the ring, and despite them feeling the energy and warm sensation of it activating. It turns to dust with a little popping noise, Socks narrows their eyes and lets out a low growl of annoyance. 

It was intervening again. Making their life difficult and miserable for no discernable reason as always. Now they have to do something else….like follow her home and stick it in her mailbox then wait what likely be hours to ensure that she got it. …or the option they dreaded, having to speak with her. Habitually adjusting their hat the witch sighs heavily when the object begins to pulse impatiently. Yanking it out of their pocket and glaring at it the witch speaks curtly

“Don’t try and hurry me. I’m thinking.” 

…Maybe this was where the stranger came in? Hating every moment of having to ask for help, they look back at him and question “ May I a… I ..entreat you to give me a bit of help, You’ll be compe…paid for it in whatever this city’th money happen’th to be,” pausing to subtly gesture to the group and silently hate how much they’re lisping “I need to give the box to the red-haired woman. The white one with the long leg’th in the pink dre…outfit. Would you?”

[redleatherhunter]

Dante wouldn’t say he did anything such as ‘worship’ Fate, or any entity for that matter, but he just had a sense there was a little trouble on the way and that usually livened him up a bit.

The devil hunter’s eyes drifted towards the new people entering, drawn to the woman for a few moments, sizing her up, before seeming to decide against taking it any further until Socks spoke to him, making him cock his head a bit in interest and perhaps a little wariness for the first time.

“What’s in the box?” he asked.