#ofdarkpoet

[yamatoforvergil]

i’m being attacked by horny Vs

[lethalartisan]

@ofdarkpoet     //     starter  !!

     “  I’M  ‘BOUT  to  cook  yer  damn  bird  ,  shadowman  .  “  Without  looking  his  way  ,  Nico  fumbles  for  her  lighter  :  she  won’t  light  up  yet  ,  instead  opting  to  flick  it  open  ,  then  closed  again  .  “  Smart  ass  keeps  insultin’  my  work  ...  “

     MAYBE  SHE’S  TAKING  things  a  little  too  personally  ,  but  her  craft  is  serious  to  her  .  “  Don’t  need  him  cawin’  about  artistry  when  I’m  focused  .  “

[yamatoforvergil]

@ofdarkpoet

Ice blue gazes into deep green as V speaks, and a brow arches slightly, gloved fingers releasing the summoner’s chin. He really was such a strange human; wandering about the hellscape the city had become, being able to summon and command a trio of strong demons. Vergil had seen his fair share of humans tattooed heavily, didn’t find it uncommon, yet V’s were so drastically different from the typical imagery humans chose.

“You really are interesting yet infuriating to me. I can’t figure you out.”

[yamatoforvergil]

“👀+ you have one thing to do to me. What would it be?

Honesty Hour

“...That’s a difficult question to answer, but probably find out what makes you be as loud as possible.”

[yamatoforvergil]

ofdarkpoet replied to your post: ofdarkpoet replied to your post: ...

fight you with kisses?

[scncfsparda]

ofdarkpoet replied to your post: dmc but vine is very much the dmc canon in 4:20...

i hate this. LMAO

hate how accurate it is ;)

[visteairia]

“You have a nice voice”

send ‘you have a nice voice’ for my muse to sing / hum // accepting! 

        she hadn’t really noticed she started to sing. a form of habit; like clockwork, every morning when she went around watering her plants. her voice airy, it twinkled, as though she herself is made of the dust of stars she uses in her powers. the tune itself is something a bit modern, different than the old voice she sings with, but it works. 

      hearing the compliment made her stop, her cheeks flushing bright red out of embarrassment. she’s not used to it. she manages a polite smile, giving an awkward laugh.

           “ thank you. i uh, had to learn how for the festivals. ”

[visteairia]

“grip”

grip willow’s jaw // accepting

          this is a situation she’d never thought she’d be in. it isn’t threatening-- not to her eyes, at least, as she’s searching for some form of intent in his face. he isn’t gripping tightly. she can feel her hearts racing from the nervousness creeping up in the back of her mind. it’s the thing that eats at her the most-- her worry.

         “ i did not think you were the type, ” she jokes, lightly, trying to break the heavy silence. if she tricks herself into not being so nervous, maybe it would go away. “ at least give me your name? ”