#ofpacts

[fractempyreal]

@ofpacts replied to your post: Good morning lovelies, this is your daily reminder...

but Whitney he’s had such a hard life uwu

[heavengrasp]

Shadow gently meows at

[ @ofpacts. ]  

Vergil’s never leave the report at his lap, but he extends a hand, letting it sweep slowly in a gentle arc to find the great cat’s muzzle. Her ears are far too plush a velvet for him not to stroke them, delighting in the comfort the velutinous warmth she brings. 

“Is it time to feed you, my darling?” he asks with an idle fondness to his tone, smiling at her with a paternal indulgence as he rises to his feet. A miniature bell is rung, after which a golden charger piled high with delicately arranged cubes of expensive meat, slathered in liver and sage gravy. 

He whistles, motions at the food as though it weren’t completely superfluous of him to do so, and squats on his heels. “Come on, girl,” he invites gently. “And then when we’re done, we’ll go see your new castle bed.”

[demonslayvr]

      >> 🔥 <<   HE’S FELT THE EYES    of the feline demon on him for quite a bit now,  and his impulse to   not   try and pet her was reaching its limit.  being   V’S    --   at least  currently   he wondered if he could manage to do so without getting his arm chomped off.  maybe if he gave her something   ??   scrunching up his nose he kicked his legs off the desk where they sat upon,  forming eye contact with her.   

❝           will you   TEAR OFF   my arm if i try ‘n pet you  --  what if i give you somethin’  better to eat than my arm huh   ??             ❞

@ofpacts (   for shadow  !!   )  / 🔥

[poeticatenebris-a]

@ofpacts   ||  Discovered the Poet

He is quiet - emerald eyes shimmer with utter exhaustion as they lazily gaze upon the crumbling buildings fractured by combat and careless monstrosities. Firmly is the male resting against a large, displaced storage container, his shoulderblades mingling over the corrugated exterior of the steel just to get comfortable for but a moment.  The firm clink of his cane against the ground finalised his movements, its support to his uneasy frame greatly appreciated for the morning had been eventful and his mind was growing weary. General body weakness was horrendous to cope with, in thorough silence but never would he offer insight to his discomfort vocally. “I am curious as to what lays ahead.” He admitted, eyes diverting to view the crumbled wall and the access route it reveals through what was left of the building. “But perhaps we shall leave it for but a moment or so-” And allow themselves the rest they deserved; or in the least, the rest he needed. “Unless you are interested in scouting ahead, of course-”       

[criimsoncloud]

ofpacts replied to your post : “If V meets another V, do they make a W?”

two v or not two v… that is the question

“ Oh? Is, perchance, my nickname of ‘Shakespeare’ actually mislabelled? “

[triggerarms]

‘  you’re  are  depriving  some  village  of  their  idiot .  ’ - griffon

* the umbrella academy // accepting

❝ First of all, fuck you. Second, you’re depriving someone of a nice chicken dinner, so you’re not one to talk. ❞

[dawnfrayed]

oh where could his weapons be? the daggers are certainly not lost, and DEFINITELY not held in the mouth of a certain black panther carrying them proudly as if they were her kittens. absolutely not.

[ @ofpacts. ] holy shiiiiiet

Nyx lets out a protracted, shuddering sigh at the sight of the raven cat, doubling over, his hands gripping his thighs as his face twists fantastically into a grimace of pleasure so great it reads as pain. Oh, she’s beautiful, with her stygian-pitch fur, almost vitreous it shines in the moonlight, and his eyes follow the swish of that flickering tail, like a plume of caliginous black. 

“Here, kitty!” he calls, holding out a fist like a paw. His hand opens, inviting her closer, and he’s huffing another sigh when she turns around to face him, and he’s granted the boon of beholding her majesty. And when she turns her rump to him again, his pouting frown deepens. “Good girl!” he praises her, even when she walks off with his khukri. 

[darkniqht]

There was no discrediting the demonic avian’s prowess as a fighter just yet, V had him under control ( Or trusted him enough to work alongside the chatty beast ). However, the name continues to haunt him. The Griffon of his past had not been so small, but who was to say he did not have any relatives kept secret from the cruel King? The Dark Swordsman had not seen this demon in battle with his own eyes to make any comparisons, but that beak of his sure knew how to draw attention as the old General’s once did. What else was V summoning out of the Underworld?  ❝ Griffon, was it? What can you tell me about this V? ❞

♥ / @ofpacts​