this'll be the day that i die

A DANTE && VERGIL independent roleplay blog from the series, DEVIL MAY CRY. UPON REQUEST ONLY. Sideblog to criimsoncloud Tracking: whiiskeyandrye

[whiiskeyandrye]

Dante, on the phone: Hello, Nero? My hands are stuck in Pringles tubes. Both hands, yes.

Dante:Look, it’s not important how I dialed the number, just send help.

[whiiskeyandrye]

// dante headcanon

As flirty and lecherous as Dante can be, Dante rarely beds anyone - at the most, he does one night stands or pays for an escort if he ever has the money to afford one. He doesn’t want to get anyone else mixed up into his twisted family affairs and history, so he’d rather remain unattached and single. Dante’s also very conscious of using contraceptives to ensure none of his own children are crawling around anywhere - doesn’t want any of his own cursed with his legacy.

Dante’s rather devoted to his ‘no romance, single life forever’ lifestyle, that now it is second nature for him to leave at the thought of anything getting further than just a simple fuck.

Dante never truly questioned Nero’s parentage, when he had come across the boy, though he did have to just dig deep in his memory in case. He’s never questioned, because he’s never given birth - yes, Dante was born with the opposite set of plumbing, so to speak. He doesn’t flaunt it at all.

[whiiskeyandrye]

vialacteus​:

@whiiskeyandrye starter for Doppelganger

A puddle of murky water and blood settles at the pit in which Dante is laying it, dripping slowly, filling to his waist. The demon stands vigil at the man’s sleeping spot, looking around for signs of any approaching monsters, but they have not yet dared.

The sky above is a large dome of gore, thin membrane, covered in veins, like a placenta, and the glimmers of light that shine above it cast red light inside.

Doppelganger stands, and jumps back when Dante swipes at him out of instinct. “I thought you could tell when it was me.” Doppel hissed, and landed, splashing blood and water purposefully into Dante’s face. “What? You didn’t recognize my scent? Or my energy? Or let me guess… you think this is my fault? Well sorry, but I didn’t ask for this either.”

Doppel folded his arms, looking up again at the membrane that stretched the entirety of the ‘sky’ above them. “I don’t think we got eaten… this demon is too big. Way to big.”

“But I don’t know what part of hell this is… and I don’t like how it makes me feel.”

He groaned, feeling all kinds of pain radiating from his hips. God, that felt like he got ran over by a semi, shot right in the head, a skyscraper landing on him, and being run over by the newest debt he owes Lady with twenty year’s of interest sprinkled on top. In short, nothing good. Dante feels just a smidgen of guilt for attacking the demon that played guard dog for him, but Doppel would be fine; it’s not like Dante’s done worse.

“This place reeks; how could I’ve known it was ya if all I smell is the inside of a demon’s junk?”

No, Dante did not know what it smelled like. Don’t ask.

 “Nah, don’t think yer the type ta willin’ly get trapped. Again.” Dante wiped the blood from his face, though it was more of a smear than a clean wipe. Didn’t do much, and it didn’t help that he was still lying in the puddle of liquid viscera. A bone cracking stretch echoed as he got up, splashing more of that blood everywhere. “Betcha ten bucks an’ a bottle of Jack its pissed at dear ol’ daddy, an’ guess who just so happen ta come bargin’ in its territory?”  He hefted Devil Sword Dante over his shoulders as he spoke, getting louder and louder with every word, trying to make his voice heard by this behemoth of a demon.

“Speakin’ of which, have ya seen Verge anywhere, Dops? Can’t let him get ahead of my count!” His joking words bellied his worry; they had been together earlier, but he couldn’t remember seeing Vergil after the battle began against a new pack of demons. “This ain’t anywhere near where I last remember...”

[whiiskeyandrye]

hit that heart button if you want a small starter from Dante !!

[whiiskeyandrye]

// vergil headcanons

Vergil doesn’t recall everything as his time as V. Some parts are extremely clear; the times when V’s emotions ran wild - the anger, the guilt, the sadness, the tears. But other times are hazy; like a fever dream, shrouded in fog. The same can be said for his memories as Urizen as well; some parts of it, clear as day, and others, like the murky waters in a stagnant pond.

It is… odd, to say the least, to see two different perspectives of the same play of events.

Very odd.

[whiiskeyandrye]

// dante headcanons

Growing up as a kid, Dante’s favourite movies were those western movies, rife with cowboys, showdowns, wilderness... He was one of those kids who wanted to be a cowboy when he grows up.

As an adult, he still has fondness for the whole wild west style - he has a fairly decent collection of belt buckles in his drawer, and it has definitely influenced his fashion choices.

Also yes.

That means that Dante certainly would strut around with an acoustic guitar, those leather chaps from DMC4, Faust, and start singing a few country songs to annoy the shit out of anyone around him.

What kind of man do you take Dante for?

[whiiskeyandrye]

Them good ol' boys drinking whiskey and rye, singing this will be the day that I die

American Pie, Don McLean

[whiiskeyandrye]

@criimsoncloud & @whiiskeyandrye

indie v  && indie dante/vergil from the devil may cry series ．both written by criim ． rules ．dark topics  present ．    personals do not reblog ． follows back  via criimsoncloud   ．  

[whiiskeyandrye]

I’ll also be reviving this as well. While my main muse will still be V, I’ll be opening Vergil and Dante up as well

[whiiskeyandrye]

I have a new lowkey headcanon for Dante going forward.

He was born with the opposite plumbing, but hey, he’s getting by and livin’  his life--

[whiiskeyandrye]

Long cold fingers grip the back of Vergil's neck; forcefully, possessively. Plump smirking lips press against his cheek, a familiar voice a whisper in his ear. "What a persistent little thing you are, son of Sparda." The fingers on his skin turn into claws, digging into the flesh. "So insufferably full of determination." The scent of seeping blood excites the other, his eyes glistening red. "But, you were marked as mine, long ago, and you belong to me."

Icy silver eyes shifted quickly around - the only sign that the stoic man was currently panicking. The chilling and familiar sensation of that devil’s lips against his face sent shivers down his spine, though he refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t flinch at the claws threatening to hold him still, the precious blood of his spilling out. Boots dug into the ground, and he gripped the hilt of Yamato tightly for a second, before unsheathing it, a flash of blue.

“Mundus--” Vergil snarled, twisting to move away and strike. “Do not think for a second that I am the same foolish boy from before.” The grip on his beloved weapon tightened. “I belong to no one but myself. You hold no dominion over me now.” The glimmer of the qliphoth’s power flickered within his eyes - he was not going to fall under his former master’s thrall any more.

[leneemusing]

less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse  ✧ to give my muse oral  ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating  ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse  ❁ for our muses first time  ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex  ♤ for my muse to help yours undress  ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing  ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched  ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure  ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex  ✘ to eat food off of my muse  ♕ make your own scenario 

WORDS: 

“god, you look so good”  “fuck—” “i got you, baby”  “you’re being so good for me”  “i promise i’ll be a good”  “please”  “you have to be quiet if you want to cum”  “say please?”  “are you gonna be good for me?”  “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good”  “touch me here”  “did you just yawn?”  “you make me feel so good”  “do you like this?”  “i want to hear you when you cum”  “i’m so close”  “i need you”  “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours”  “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine”  “you sound so pretty when you moan”  “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

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[whiiskeyandrye]

The red shawl he once refused to wear is securely wrapped around his shoulders. It's warm and feels pleasant against his skin and he can no longer remember why he had been so adamant to avoid it. His head rests on Dante's shoulder and his eyes are fixed on the lit fireplace. Cold weather like this makes his joints ache, at times. He wonders if this pain is his or of the one that had become so human and had given him this new life. He takes Dante's hand into his, safe and secure, drifting off.

He runs his free hand along his dear Vergil’s arms as he cradled him on the worn couch. Thumbs gently caress Vergil’s knuckles, circles softly knead into the flesh. Unlike his beloved with his gaze transfixed on the warm fire, Dante couldn’t stop staring at the sweet softness in his brother’s expression. The wrinkles of stress and anger in his brother’s face smoothed out to something peaceful - this was all worth it. His free hand drifts upwards, softly massaging the joints - the seams - of his dear one, hoping to ease as much discomfort as possible.

( they truly had to thank their dear gallery guest.

their donation is quite appreciated. )

The fire continues to crackle before them, and Dante gently adjusts Vergil in his lap, brushing away any stray locks from his face. The brilliantly crimson shawl swathes the other man, and it truly makes him look graceful, just like their sweet mother. He knew Vergil would look good in it - it was the same shawl that mother used to wear, and lovingly repaired when Dante found it in the rubble of their childhood home.

He presses a soft kiss upon Vergil’s brow, lips moving as he begins to murmur. “Sweet dreams, Vergil.”

[whiiskeyandrye]

There’s a sick chill going down his spine.

An impending doom.

( He’d rather not do this song and dance again, thank you very much. )

[a-sks]

red emoji asks

💄 - do you wear makeup?

💋 - when was/have you had your first kiss?

👠 - do you enjoy shopping?

🧣 - do you consider yourself fashionable?

⛑ - has someone ever saved your life?

🎒 - what’s your favorite school subject?

🐞 - are you a superstitious person?

🐙 - what’s your favorite animal?

🍄 - what’s your favorite vegetable?

🌹 - are you a romantic?

🍎 - what’s your favorite fruit?

🍉 - what’s your favorite season?

🍓 - what’s a memory that reminds you of your childhood?

🍒 - what’s your favorite flower?

🍅 - do you consider tomatoes fruits or vegetables?

🌶 - can you handle spicy foods?

🥩 - do you eat meat?

🥫 - tomato soups with grilled cheese or by itself?

🍫 - dark or milk chocolate?

🥤 - what’s your favorite drink?

🍷 - are you old enough to drink?

🏓 - what’s your favorite sport?

🥊 - do you think fighting solves problems sometimes?

🥁 - do you play an instrument?

🎸 - what kinds of music do you like?

🚗 - can you drive yet?/do you want to?

🚨 - have you ever gotten a ticket/pulled over?

☎️ - who was the last person you called?

⏰ - are you an early bird or a night owl?

💉 - are you afraid of needles?

🎈 - what was the wildest party you’ve ever thrown?

📮 - do you enjoy getting mail?

📕 - what’s your favorite book?

📌 - do you enjoy school?

📍 - what’s your dream travel destination?

❤️ - do you have a crush right now?

💔 - have you ever broken a heart/had your heart broken?

🉐 - do you speak another language?

❌ - what’s an unpopular opinion you have?

🛑 - what’s a turn off in a relationship for you?

💯 - what’s something you are extremely proud of right now?

🚭 - do/have you smoked?

❗️- what’s something unusual about you?

♦️ - what’s your favorite game?

🇨🇳 - what ethnicity are you?

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Ask my muse three questions, and they will have to answer one truthfully

The other two they can answer…but they are not obligated to answer with the truth