#lil brat

[catsbeaversandducks]

"Just spent a half an hour looking everywhere in my house for my cat. I thought she snuck out on me but no, she sat there the whole time and watched me look for her. Oh my gosh, they can be a pain in the butt, but gotta love them."

By Crystal Brethour 

[fanfix]

the android invasion #6

[n0madicsun]

[gigglegrub]

YESSSS ler!mira has made her appearance!!! i think zoey is a die hard prankster and loveesss to mess with mira and rumi so often that they basically have a coordinated counterattack ready to go every time she plays a prank on them.

mira comes into her room to see zoey has put a huge fake spider on her wall. she grabs it off the wall, takes it to the living room, stands in front of zoey and rumi on the couch, and dangles the spider in front of her saying “it looks like someone in this apartment thinks its funny to decorate my walls.” zoey is trying her absolute hardest not to laugh when mira looks at rumi and dramatically orders, “seize her!”

this is not rumi’s first rodeo. she was twice as strong as zoey before the whole half-demon form thing, but NOW? the poor girl doesn’t stand a chance. zoey shrieks and tries to squirm out of rumi’s grip but it only takes a few seconds before she is laying with her back to rumis front, arms held above her head, with mira straddling her waist and looking down at her like shes eyeing her prey (she is). because this is revenge, mira is soooo teasy about it.

“hmmm.. where should i start tickling her?” [DREADED T WORD] she asks out loud, hovering her hands over a few spots and thoroughly enjoying the look of panic in zoeys eyes. “what do you think, rumi?”

“hmm im not sure, but i think i know what will help!” rumi says as she gently tugs zoeys hoodie up so her tummy and ribs are exposed.

“nononoNONONO-” zoey pleads while she tries and fails to twist out of rumi’s grip and make a run for it.

“what a good idea!”

poor zoey.

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Nail anon....

I am BEGGING YOU TO WRITE FANFICTION

You are TOO GOOD at this PLEASEEEEE

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[oct0nami]

He’s sitting so politely for picture day. :)

[turtle-x-x]

Look at my baby.

[tonypinkgrave]

blushing lilac ⋆*❀

❥ summary : Nero has learned over the past year that while he’s been “blessed” with devilish powers, he’s also been cursed with the side effect of having his emotions written on his forehead with black marker. Unfortunately, it’s not literally, and he can’t just hide his blush with his bangs.

Oh no, it’s worse— his Devil Bringer likes to showcase to the world how he feels with a pretty rotation of colors. And right now, his arm glows a sweet mauve upon staring at Dante's ass.

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post-DMC4

Nero fantasizes about Dante in the Devil May Cry bathroom

includes lil Nero drinking, flirty Dante, surprise boners, and a disco ball devil bringer!

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“Ya want another one, kid?”

“Quit calling me kid!” Nero bites, his reveal of canines backing up his sudden aggression. He reaches over and swipes the bottle out of Dante’s hands. “And yeah, I’ll take another.”

Dante quirks an eyebrow, but says nothing; sticking to watch the alcohol slosh in its glass as Nero tips it back and the hilarious, ensuing cringe on his face. The boy then wipes his lips, ridding them of droplets and the childish frown tugging them down.

“So, you only drink during church? You know, like the little sip of the Savior’s blood?” Dante drums his fingers on his desk, fighting the snark lacing his voice.

“Sometimes.”

Dante waits for more… but it doesn’t come. Nero tilts the bottle back again, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp. The sight coaxes a chuckle from Dante, and Nero promptly catches on, his head snapping to look at him.

“What’s so funny?”

Dante shrugs. “Nothin’. I was just thinking about how much of a sparkling conversationalist you are.”

The bottle clinks on the hardwood, the sound a loud signal of Nero’s flaring temper. It’s cute that it doesn’t take much to rile him up. “Take a look in the mirror. You didn’t explain shit during that mess, and the most you sent me over months was a neon sign. No letter, no ‘how ya doin’ kid’, no—”

“I thought you didn’t like being called kid?”

If looks could kill, Dante’s skull would’ve banged against his desk and his limbs turned into cement amidst instant rigor mortis. Instead of apologizing, Dante swallows his smirk with an indulgent sip of his whiskey. Nero maintains his killer glare, his narrowed sapphire eyes half-hidden by his mess of a fringe. It’s hard to take the boy seriously when he has the appearance of the average teen loitering at the local skatepark. The demonic arm and overwhelming aura do nothing to deter the resemblance, frankly.

Besides, Dante made up for some of that by inviting him over for a little party! Albeit, it’s hardly a party when they’re both quiet and the jukebox isn’t even on.

A loud knock on the front door interrupts their staring contest. Neither stir until another, more desperate knock comes next. Dante sighs and lets his boots flop on the floor. He mutters under his breath, “Please be a door-to-door salesman and not a frantic screaming victim.”

Nero studies Dante as he saunters to the door. What a prick! A prick with a lazy swish of his hips, tight leather pants, and trim waist… Nero takes a swig of the bottle. No, he’s a prick that checks himself out in the mirror before opening the door. Dante runs his hands through his wavy locks, winking at his reflection. Nero rolls his eyes hard enough to detach them. The conversation with the supposed client is tuned out in favor of focusing on the bottle in his hands.

As much as he hates to admit it, that little runway walk had been enough to trigger him. Nero purses his lips and squeezes the flesh of his Devil Bringer in a vain attempt to hide the brightening pinkish glow emanating from it. Nero has learned over the past year that while he’s been “blessed” with devilish powers, he’s also been cursed with the side effect of having his emotions written on his forehead with a black marker. Unfortunately, it’s not literally, and he can’t just hide his blush with his bangs.

Oh no, it’s worse— his Devil Bringer likes to showcase to the world how he feels with a pretty rotation of colors. The one silver lining, other than being able to say he feels green and means it, is that he still hides his arm from the general public— but even then, it’s difficult to cover up a neon yellow or flaming red bursting out from his arm. And for those like Kyrie or Dante who tend to scan your person and fixate on the details, the side effect becomes embarrassing real fast.

Nero digs his nails into the scales. The searing heat won’t leave, and now his fucking arm is reflecting a lovely lilac. His jeans are a lot snugger than they felt this morning, too. God, what is he!? A horny teenager!?

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[queen--tiffanie]

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