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"its way past your bedtime"

Send me, "its way past your bedtime" for your muse to walk in at 3:37 in the morning to find my muse isn't asleep. || Accepting

Nero perked up hearing the door slam shut after his father had come home. He had just been starting to doze off despite his best efforts to stay awake. He had decided to stay up and wait for him since the man had been nowhere in the house and that wasn’t like him. The paranoia really didn’t set in until it was 1 in the morning. His nerves went into overdrive as he started to panic nearly having an attack. 

He couldn’t sleep until he knew Vergil was alive and well. He had to see it as a simple text or call wouldn’t suffice. So he sat there for five hours waiting azure eyes glued to the door praying. It took everything he had not to go out there and search, but he knew Vergil enough that if the man was coming back home he would. 

As soon as the door shut and he heard his dad’s voice, he woke up immediately and stared at him. That’s what you say when he’s been having a panic attack worrying over you? Though the wave of relief still had a tinge of terror as he thought about what could have happened. But he didn’t get angry like he thought he would have. “It’s past yours too.” He retorted back softly unable to feel pissed, or happy that the man was back. But damn he was still scared.

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'Snuggle Reverse'

send 'snuggle reversed' for my muse's reaction to finding him/herself snuggling against your muse's chest || Accepting

This was nothing new in the Sparda household. Nero had stayed up late and barely got any sleep. Vergil was reading as usual and Nero was watching television but hadn’t given it much attention. In fact he was too tired to keep his eyes open. He moved back slowly trying to find a pillow until his head was on Vergil’s thigh. Close enough. Wait no. It wasn’t comfy enough. Huffing softly he moved even further back until his head was on Vergil’s chest. 

Well he hadn’t expected to move that far up. He sat still staring at the television for a bit able to feel his father’s stare on him. He glanced up at him silently stare meeting Vergil’s look just seeming to scream ‘Really? You’re doing this now?’ Even so... he snuggled into his chest showing the man he wasn’t going anywhere until he was kicked off.

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daemonium-pater replied to your post:Son know this, if you win. You can have whatever...

“I guess it counts.” Since didn’t lose either it works.

“Good. I’ll even let you choose. It’s between cuddles and 20 cats.” Snaps fingers annoyingly with a shit eating grin.

[45artwarks]

🔪 + 7 or 8 cause it's a thing

Why not both?!Stabbed through the stomach/through the chest

Dante really didn’t know how he didn’t expect this. In retrospect, he should have been anticipating it. But he didn’t think it would be like this.

The steel running through him was so familiar. The heat of Rebellion burned through him with no issue, the sword sucking in his heat and turning the blade red-hot. At least, Dante swore that was happening. But at a glance, he could only see blood draining from the wound and slipping down his chest. He never lost the awe of seeing his flesh splayed and cut so jagged. It was a strange thing. And not a sight she have enjoyed as much as he did.

Slowly, tiredly, his eyes drifted up to see his face. He deserved this. He deserved to be murdered by his own hand. For all his wrongs. For all the pain. For all the guilt.

But… No, that wasn’t his face. That was Vergil. Grinning at him and holding the hilt of Rebellion with white knuckles. He could see that red tint in his brother’s eyes, that haze that said Vergil wasn’t all there. But he couldn’t be really sure. Vergil was never quite right in the mind.

“Don’t worry, brother. I’ll make sure you don’t regret anything anymore.”

Blood sputtered out past Dante’s lips as the blade was twisted hard in his abdomen and ripped upwards, slicing right through his rib cage and cutting his lungs off from his throat. Drowning. He was slowly drowning in his own blood.

His view tipped and hazed fast. No, he wouldn’t die from this. Or he’d die, only to wake up at Vergil’s mercy again. Why? Why did he always trust so much? Was his heart so big? So trusting?

But he got his answer.

Vergil, who never wanted to get dirty, struck a hand out. It was easy, with his ribs open, for the blue demon to reach and and grab the organ in a tight grasp and start pulling. Dante’s vision swirled, black fading into his sight all to quick.

“Shit–” it was forced out and garbled from the blood. He was so damn disoriented now.

Vergil leaned into his sight again, and the younger twin had to focus hard to see his brother. It was made much easier when the blue demon leaned down into his face.

“I told you, Dante,” it was spat from a sharp tongue, “Without might, you can’t control anything. Not even your own demise.”

Before a reply could make it to his lips, there was a sharp jerk of Vergil’s arm. There was a brief second when Dante caught sight of his heart, still beating and splurting blood, free in his twin’s hand before his vision went dark.

[45artwarks]

✋

Send '✋' to push and pin my muse down on their bed

He wasn’t used to Vergil just showing up out of the blue. Much less when Dante was hiding away in his room. And he gave his brother a smirk, opening his mouth to say something smart, but he was shoved back. Dante rose a brow at the sudden aggression from his brother, not sure what to make of the behavior. And when Dante opened his mouth a second time to question Vergil, he was shoved in response, this time watching the world tip backwards as he fell on his bed. For a moment, there was nothing but ceiling. However, that was soon filled with the elder twin’s face and his icy stare.

“Look, if you wanted to get me into bed--” Dante started, but Vergil clapped a hand down over his mouth before he could even finish. The younger twin felt hyper-aware then; realizing that Vergil was straddling him, and just how warm he felt in contrast. Even those fingers clamped over his lips were warm.

His eyes lidded as he stared up at his older brother, who seemed to be battling something within himself. Slowly, calloused fingers reached up to pull Vergil’s own elegant digits from his mouth.

“Hey. Is there something you wanna talk about? Cause this is kind of creeping me out.”

But he caught the determined look in Vergil’s eyes. No, there was a reason his brother was so dead-set on coming here. Slowly, Vergil leaned in closer to Dante without breaking eye contact. The younger twin managed to screw his eyes shut, not exactly ready for whatever hell his brother was bringing down on him.

The dampness touched his lips first, and his heart slammed hard against his ribs. Blue eyes flew open to find Vergil grinning at him rather smugly. And the dampness?

An olive the fucker was pressing to Dante’s mouth.

“... If you make me eat that, I’m going to fucking murder you,” Dante hissed. And here he thought Vergil had actually needed something important.

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-「龍如風」—

              “And how do I know you are the betrayer?! It could be ANYONE! And I am not willing to risk another single chance for that bear to trick us using someone else!” There was definitely not rationalization other than anger and paranoia in Raimundo’s mind at the moment, so of course his accusation was off-putting and offensive.  

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(starter for @daemonium-pater )

The residual heat permeating through the tepid crater tested the limits of any thermometer worth its mercury. Though they were poised several metres away from an open vat of broiling lava, the conditions were hot enough to cause beads of sweat to cling to Jak’s brow, the wastelander who had spent many a long afternoon trekking the length of the desert during all kinds of extreme weather. The heat should be nothing to him by now, and yet it still was.

But why?

Was it his proximity to that abomination that caused him to perspire? Its gnarled, contorted limbs threatening to reach out and pull him further into the abyss.

Or could it be the presence of the blue devil who stood across from him, stooping over what remained of the Dark Maker’s fallen satellite, his immediate adjacency highly concerning. He wasn’t expecting anyone to beat him to the volcano, but now that he realised he had company, he vowed to prevent whoever this foreigner was to leave with a sample. 

Allowing for the warped race to infect more sects of life scattered throughout the cosmos. 

The click his gun made as he attached a blue mod to it served as his greeter; keeping a tight grip on the reins of his rage, Jak hurled a threat at the white haired trespasser.

“Time for you to leave. Right now.” 

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daemonium-pater replied to your post:outofdevils; -slam dunks Nero in the trash where…

SHAME ON YOU AND YOUR COW!

I FEEL NO SHAME! THE MUSE DOES WHAT HE WANTS