#demonurit

[criimsoncloud]

@fragilehunter​ replied to your post: i… can’t stop thinking of DanVVer– So I’m drawing...

Come yell at me about it i always want it

@demonurit​ replied to your post: i… can’t stop thinking of DanVVer– So I’m drawing...

you’re a gift

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how about I yell about it to you and giving you both a gift underneath the read more~? (its a WIP though ;; w ;; )

I’d have to share the full pic elsewhere or i might disappear from here unintentionally glkwjelrj

[eclipsedlegend]

It’s time for your daily dick flattening, dad.

“No.”

He’s keeping it in his cloaca. 

[whiiskeyandrye]

[distracting kiss] for Dante uwuwu

sexual tension 

[distracting kiss] - Your muse kisses mine to avoid answering a difficult question or discussing a difficult topic. My muse may or may not realise they’re being used as a distraction.

There was a hell of a lot of things that the twins needed to talk about - that Dante wanted to talk about to Vergil. What happened after Mallet, the whole mother thing, who was Nero’s other parent– A whole lot that Dante could probably make an entire book on. They haven’t had any chance to talk though, not for a lack of Dante trying - in fact, every time Dante tried to bring up the topic - any topic - Vergil would weasel his way out. Sometimes Dante would notice, most times though, his brother would get away with it.

Not today though. There was literally nothing that could interrupt them this time - the ladies were out on a job, Nero was off in Fortuna, bills were fully paid for, meals were already eaten, neither of their swords were within arms reach. Nothing would interrupt this at all.

“Hey, Verge, I gotta ask,” Dante began, throwing his arms over the back of his couch. Probably not the most subtle way to begin shit, but hey, subtle was not a word in his dictionary. “Can you exp–”

Before he could finish the word, a heavy weight sat upon his lap, and his face tilted up by a set of callused fingers. “Verg–” Once again, his words were cut short, this time with lips. As soon as those lips touched his, Dante blanked out, all thoughts gone. It wasn’t a chaste and innocent kiss - no, it was rough, dominating, relentless - just like Vergil in the heat of battle. But Dante wasn’t a pushover, he matched whatever Vergil gave him, hands immediately grabbing onto that waist with a bruising amount of force.

Any thoughts of pressing Vergil quickly disappeared - all that existed in this for Dante was Vergil in his lap.

[thefallenapprentice]

When will you come back home and put a baby or a dozen in me.

I see that you have been so patient while I was gone, and I apologize for being away for so long. It is still difficult for me to gauge what counts as a significant amount of time for you.

Such patience should be rewarded, do you not agree? And there is all that time to make up for as well. 

Perhaps then, we should get started posthaste?

[durativo]

It’s rare Nelo ventures out of his mess of a corner. At times, he will grow curious and study his surroundings, before retreating back into his ‘nest’. He stands in front of a mirror now, watching his own reflection with deep sadness. He can feel Dante’s presence, but he doesn’t move. “Mother died.” He whispers. “I died, too.” He adds, his fingers reaching for his chest, hoping to feel his lens heartbeat. “I should be with mother.” His hand clenches into a fist. “The boy should be with you.”

He stands in the doorway, light flooding in from behind him, shadowing his face. The boy is somewhere downstairs, asleep for now, it was very late, the night was windy and it felt like the silent office was howling. He didn’t hear Nelo moving. So it’s a bit of a surprise to see him in the mirror, examining himself. Surely, if he is aware, he has seen how much he has... deflated. He is still large, but his body slowly loses whatever made it large, his skin sags as the weight goes, and then it cracks and falls off. It’s not a pretty sight, but... he doesn’t know what to do. Seeing him now, it gave him a bit of confidence, that he might be on the right path, if he had strength now.

“Good to see you can stand up.” He said in a low voice.

He returns to being silent when Nelo talks, however. The voice is hoarse and distorted, coming out in whispers. It’s not the first time he spoke, but it’s the first time in a long while, and his words... they are filled with familiarity.

Ah... good... so you know who you are, and you know who I am.

Dante thinks that, but he doesn’t see any point in saying that. He knew he should just seize the moment.

“If it makes you feel better... we all died that day.” He replied. He came forward, carefully reaching for that massive grey mitt that was Nelo’s hand, and he squeezed tight enough for Nelo to hopefully feel it.

“You don’t belong with her. You belong with me.” Dante assured him of this, and squeezed his hand tightly once more. “I got you. Okay? You’re right here.” He blinked. “The boy is asleep. Do you want me to bring him up here?” He hesitates, thinking over Nelo’s words, the very idea that he thinks the boy should be with him of all people. “... Do you want me and him to stay here with you tonight?” He asked, wondering if that would work.

[fragilehunter]

Fuming lizard hissing. "You walking blackmail machine."

“I really try not to be but if you think this is bad? Let me show you how bad it can be.” 

Clears his throat, raises his voice. 

“Hey! Everyone should know that all Vergil really wants in the world is to be loved and gently cared for and told that he’s good enough. He only cares about power because he has not felt safe since he was eight years old and wants to be able to protect himself but it will never be enough and he will be haunted by every painful failure because that’s all his life has been.”

“He hates that he’s repeating the cycle of abandonment by a father figure but it clashes with his own insecurities and belief that Nero is far better off without him anyway. And on top of all of that he’s terrified of making any actual human connection with anyone because it’s just one more person to leave him to the cruelty of this world.”

[outlikeflynn]

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@lostsunshineofcorona

Laurel! One of my favourite people’s on here, and would’ve been mentioned sooner if I wasn’t determined to make this meme actually look random. Laurel is often busy with real life, collage and special Laurel-things, but the way she writes Rapunzel is tres magnifique. I can’t recommend them highly enough as a role player.

@demonurit

I won’t say Mari is a perfectionist - only that she strives to make everything as good as it possibly can be, and that if things don’t look just right she is likely to tear it down and rebuild it into a greater, more shining visage, closer to her original idea. (Probably why she married me. I mean, I am just a few more tear-downs and re-builds away from being perfect.~)

@itsybitsyparker

Do you know I (somewhere) have a Miguel O’Hara blog...? It’s probably against Tumblr’s rules, as Miggy is half Spainish, half Irish and I’m half Scottish, half Prick, but either way, I have fondness for wallcrawlers, and Em plays a very down to earth (yet adorably funny) Peter Parker. One of these days I have to see how Spider-Man would deal with a full-on Prince Eugene, turning on some signal somewhere because “I dropped my moisturiser and thought who better to swing down and grab it?” (That or if I really wanted to annoy them I’d write Yuri Watanabe and go full-on Commish. Gordon on their butt. Ooh, of Jonah! I could - okay, this is getting away on me...)

@fragilehunter

Another of Mari’s friends that I met after moving - interacted once and died from wholesome Disney goodness. It’s clear that everything they tackle, they put their all into it, and frankly that’s a super power in it’s own right. Whether you play the thing, have a fondness for “M-rated fandoms” (as I’m often told to call it) or just enjoy good portrayals, go pay them a visit.

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I was gonna add “desire for a father figure he can finally be close to” but that would just have way too many stars, xP. The sexual attraction is based purely on demonic instinct, and he does a pretty good job of ignoring that, really. But he wants friendship. He was to bond. He wants to be close. He wants to hug and touch and sit together. God damn it, Vergil! >:\