#slicebyslice

[sadiestic]

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「 █ ψ █ 」 a sea of common faces sweep by the mistress. as she stifled a yawn behind a manicured hand, she blows at the stray wisps of ginger from tickling her nose. it was terribly dull. no screams to keep her more than satisfied and there was no other entertainment provided for the mistress whatsoever. it was just so unfair. 

just as she was about to bury her face into a hamburger, she spotted an intriguing person. it’s been a while since anyone wore something similar to her. red leather. usually those who wore leather had the tendency to have very interesting personalities. maybe he would provide her with some entertainment. who knows, maybe she would make him scream for her. even without her pitchfork and whip, she still had their replacements: a spork and jump rope-- in which she can be really creative with.

having made up her mind, sadie curled her hand underneath her chin as she crossed her leg over her other leg. red lips tugged into a smile, humming in an attempt to garner his attention as she fixed a gaze on the silver-haired darling.

“darling, has anyone told you that red looks.... mmm~~ absolutely wonderful on you.” 

[vennatrix]

It's late night and she still hadn't located her apartment; She was half way through knocking out painfully human aggressors when she saw a flash of red. "Dante...?" She whispered in disbelief. "Dante!" And dashed after him, forgetting what she had been doing entirely.

With that leisurely stroll of his, she easily caught up. She quickly grabbed his arm and pulled, spinning him around to face her. She gasped and took a step back.

There was a familiarity to the stark white hair and carefree facial features, but... "What happened to you? You're so-" What else could she say? "-Old..." A part of her wanted to believe he was really here, another part was wondering why, but all of her knew that there was always a possibility that this wasn't Dante at all. She hoped he was, but she rested a hand on her bb gun all the same, readying herself in case he wasn't

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[unluckyeight-blog]

"Girl you look good enough to eat."

lady gaga | accepting

“Dante!” Nana managed out, despite his comment knocking the breath from her lungs. She rested a hand over her heart that was beating rapidly from shock and being so flustered. Coming from him it was a welcome compliment, one that boosted her ego. “I’m so sure -- you’re such a flirt.”

[kuyuzhishi-a]

Dance with the Devil || Dante Sparda

Everything about this ball was well-furnished, from the decorations to the food to the alcohol. In fact, especially the alcohol. While she usually preferred shochu, this wine was like something out of this world. Litchi had eagerly helped herself... and might have overindulged. Just a little bit.

She sat giggling to herself, making the occasional crass or outright bizarre comment at whoever passed her by, especially towards the ladies. Thankfully, she wasn’t acting on anything she said, though her unchecked behavior was sure to escalate with the more she consumed. 

“God, you ever just think, like,” she abruptly said to the closest person near her and took another swig, “like, how lucky you are to have eyes because there’s so many good looking people out there? It’s so nice...”

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[unluckyeight-blog]

@slicebyslice

“I promise I didn’t follow you here too.”

Smooth, Nana. Smooth. She realized just how creepy that probably sounds as she said it. Nana took a quick moment afterwards to swallow her tongue, and fight off the embarrassed blush that was burning her face.

[sardonicstripling-archive]

“ i’m too good with these hands. “

drake sentence starters

“Whatever you say.” Are you sure you wouldn’t like to rephrase that, old man