#thepalehalf

[crimson-bellflowers]

{ PM; How are you everyone's second choice? }

{[Well, I just got dropped by a roleplay partner who I loved rping with very much. You see, they started rping with someone else, who was playing the same canon muse I was, and decided that they were better. They unfollowed me and dropped our thread without a word to me. I sent them a message asking if I did anything wrong and they snapped at me and told me I sucked at roleplaying. It’s happened three times before too…. I shouldn’t be surprised. I already know I am. I try to improve myself, but with the anon hate I’m getting and my partners dropping me, I’m not sure how much I can take.]}

[outcastvigilante]

Wandering up to her Master she pressed her hands to his shoulders, giving him a light push. "Dante!" Guess who dressed up as short Mundus with latex mask, contacts and a padded suit so it made her seem to be the correct body weight. That's right, your gun, just don't kill her when you turn around--

            No, he definitely wasn't expecting this. Munching on a piece of chocolate rather innocently, he blinked in mild surprise when he heard a squeak of his Gun's voice. "What?" Dante mindlessly questioned, turning around and eyes nearly widening at the sight of a small Mundus. "Ivory--" He snorted, quickly covering his mouth, arm wrapped around his stomach as he suddenly busted out in a fit of laughter.

            It wasn't for the fact that she was Mundus, it was more-so because imagining the ex-demon king with a voice like that. "Holy shit, hold on I--"

[outcastvigilante]

would you ever consider actually having sex with any of your weapons if you were horny enough?

     "... ... Are you fucking serious? If I was truly interested in having sex with them, I would have done it by now. Fortunately, I don't get off to that thought. They have a word for that, right? Being sexually attracted to weapons? Hoplophilia? Nah, ain't got that shit. Besides, if I was really horny, I would have other means to get myself off, thanks."

[outcastvigilante]

I love reading the roleplays you have with Ivory and Dante, even if some are jokes they provide character development and truly remind me of what I expected a humanized weapon and its masters relationship to be like. You both have really out done yourself with the characters, your Dante is just fantastic and their Ivory is just so sweet. Please keep interacting because I'm always waiting on replies to your roleplays to see what happens next.

;; s oBS OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH???? w OW i really appreciate this message! i emean om g i dont know what else to say JSU T THANK U!

[outcastvigilante]

the-pale-half:

   Ivory hadn’t expected him to come to her home, not while she assumed Vergil to be home. Had something happened? Gentle hues rested on his somewhat distraught figure, staying close to allow the soft touch of fingers brush his cheek. "Yeah?" She had learned to stop calling him Master, unsure if liked it or not so instead stopped using his title so frequently.

   I’ve been having nightmares.

   Nightmares? Those horrid images that always tore someone from their sleep either screaming, sweating or in some form of traumatic state that would lead to worry. How could he bare such horrid things? The actions had followed the words without failure, a soft smile on her features when she leant down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, as if trying to soothe him the way Chaos had done so many times. Arms gently curved around his neck, drawing him into an affectionate— tight— but affectionate hug.

   ”Do you wish to speak of them?” 

            Eyes narrowed at those simple touches, those hands, ones that cared way too much. Lips parted, drinking in the almost foreign, feather light contact upon the bones of his cheeks. Steel grey looked down in his Gun's white hues. Should he tell? He had already started and would rather not leave her on the edge of suspicion. 

            But, a pair of plump, feminine lips rested on his cranium. A groan escaped his throat, wanting to desperately say something. Ivory has left him stunned and breathless. Dante was left a fool in a pit of surprise. Wasn't this something a mother would do? Then, suddenly such welcoming arms around his neck and pressed against his chest. Arms rose up, confused and paralyzed from a suspected comforting grip. 

            Calloused hands first placed upon rounded hips, moving them to her lower back, and had wrapped them around her as well. This? Was something that he definitely needed and he didn't even know. His breath caught constricted in his throat. What could he say? I see my brother dead every night? Hesitantly, he buried his nose into the crook of pale flesh. "... My brother..." The rest was left hanging above in a taunting manor, refusing to come out in a full sentence.

[the-tiny-bird]

⊰☆⊱ ▬ Flame flickers as a delicate hand removes the blade from the skull of an alien, currently in a human appearance. Yellow spills from the wound, the other half of his body painting the ground in a brilliant shade of possession. Already decaying bodies are littered around her, each tainting the ground - a giant canvas - with their own bloody hue.

                                               She's done here...                                                                          or so she believes.

    Ears catch the nearby sound and blade points to the stranger in one swift, fluid, motion as azure gaze narrows. 

                                  - Shall you play the Friend or Foe? -

[outcastvigilante]

A wild Ivory appears and uses confusion!

     "Ivory, wha—"         It’s super effective! 

[outcastvigilante]

Love Me.

Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

"Master?" A quiet voice spoke out. 

"Mm?" Dante seemed to be busy, his eyes elsewhere instead of acknowledging her presence. 

"Why do you have so many flowers around you?" Ivory sounded curious, a snowy crown tilting to the right. Her small fingers grabbed the wood of the chair and pulled it out to sit in it. Before Dante answered, she interrupted him. "Can I help?" She was made to help him, whether in combat, or even folding the laundry. The other question that rose in her mind was 'who are all these for'?

Dante twisted one flower stem around another, finishing yet another flower crown. Taking a small break, he smirked and leaned his chin against the palm of his head. "You want to help me, yet you don't know what I'm doing?" Not exactly-- "I'm making flower crowns. You can help me. Don't ask me why. Here," he said, grabbing a handful of flowers and setting them in front of the gun. 

Having no idea what to do, she cautiously grabbed a rose stem and took a look at it. Of course, peaking over and examining and taking note on how Dante did his crowns. Tongue poking out of her lips in concentration, she did this for the pile of flowers on the table.

There was a comfortable silence settled between the two, Ivory humming some songs she previously heard on the radio. She noticed that this was one of the few things that Dante was so set on finishing. This was a different master than what she was used to seeing. She shouldn't have doubted it to begin with. 

After thirty minutes of silence and shuffled flowers, and questions (that Dante had no idea what all these different kind were called, she just settled on 'I don't fucking know'), the gun smiled widely, and picked up her crown to show Dante. "Is this is what you wanted? Do you like it?"  

Seeing it in her hands, he placed his half finished craft onto the table and couldn't help but smirk; a smile melding with it. "I do. It looks nice." Oh, what other adjectives could he use that makes him sound less like a flaming homosexual? 

Noticing that she did something right, and made by her own hands, she handed the crown to Dante. "I'm glad you do! This is for you." The gun stood up and gently placed it upon his head, hanging loosely off of it.

He chuckled, and resumed his work. "Yeah." This was his way of saying 'thank you'. "Why don't you make one for Ebony? I'm sure she would love one." 

Suddenly looking motivated, Ivory nodded and reached forward to practically grab the rest of the flowers. And she would not only make one for Ebony, but for Chaos, too! She had hoped that they like it, just like her master did.