daddy-devilish

[daddy-devilish]

A text pops up, just after dark- the stars have long been out.

“ Hey Dad. This kinda reminded me of you. I hope you’re doing well. “

Attached is a picture, the window of some thrift store- a studded leather jacket sits up in the glass display. Lauren’s reflection can be faintly seen in the window.

(-Unprompted from @shecallsbs ! 💜)

𓏶✧♫✧♪ || There's an unmistakable sound under those stars tonight. A crowbar hitting something blunt and muffled. The feeling of the infernal rectangle in his leather slacks causing one claw to reach for it while the other slams a trunk shut. He yanks the phone before his red glimmers, the most irritated scowl at what dares disturb him... and his vicious features immediately brighten at the sender's name.

[ text: ] Hi sweetie!!! luv u thx for thinking about me!🖤

[ text: ] im great! just working a little late tonight, you know how it is. But nothing I can't multitask for my girl. hope ur taking care of yourself!

He slams the peddle, tires screech, one hand on the steering wheel... the other trying not to pierce his claws through the phone when he taps, as per usual.

[ text: ] love the jacket! you can tell its handmade, no amount of money can beat a genuine mod job i say

Swerve. Swerve. In and out of lanes.

@shecallsbs

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𓏶✧♫✧♪ || " A story like yours? Maybe its the dad in me, but I couldn't help but wonder the day I heard how you took lead guitar... Only a little older than my daughter at the time. " He shrugs out a wicked claw, with its Rolex watch. " And you've spent all this time... with Murdoc? As a friend-- just sayin'-- he doesn't seem like... a perfect roommate is all. " Aged, purple palms are raised to feign innocence, a chuckle showing a fang..

" Oh, it's a privilege, the stuff most people only dream of... Not an opportunity to take lightly. And you seem like the kind of person with a very passionate message, I must say... It's just a shame we don't get to see more of your thoughts! With all these boys callin' the shots and all. "

Based on the venom under those words, it was either good luck or clever cowardice that the green bassist went on some unknown errands today. She won't rat him out, but... she won't turn this supposed friend away either.

But she almost felt like her little self again as they talked, stunned to silence by some Hollywood fast talker, just trying to parse the intention and the words. A thin brow is raised beneath disheveled bangs. " Noodle, Mistahr' Dearest... " She finally speaks, a bowing nod of greeting. " You are... curious about me? I am curious why you are. The band-- it has treated me very well! " She shrugs lithe shoulders. " For this life I have only the utmost gratitude, really. To have the opportunity to travel and learn and create above all, to express one's self, one's message? I must admit, I am very fortunate. Don't'chu think? "

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𓏶✧♫✧♪ || " ...... Friend. Yeah. Somethin' like that. "

You can't disguise those horns old man-- who does he think he's fooling? But he tries anyhow, if only to not spook the locals, just like he hides his pitch black eyes under designer shades. " Sorry to suddenly spawn in, I was just lookin' to ask my old friend a favor. Looks like he's... not here... " The rage demon can't help the slightest twinge of frustration that bleeds through his professional façade. He crosses his broad arms.

" But hey! A pleasure to properly meet you... Noodle, wasn't it? I'm Dante Dearest. Ya' know-- I've always been curious, how is this band of his treatin' ya..? " He smiles with a mouth full of shark teeth.

@daddy-devilish || call !

" Uh hmmm... " Her shades are removed, showing eyes that slowly look all the way up to... horns, sharp teeth... big, purple man. Not green, granted, but still possibly demonic. " Let me guess, you are... another "old friend" of Murdoc's? "

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[[ ooc: not me coming back just to interact with noodle gorillaz real quick…… Back-in-black.mp3 etc etc ok let's GOOO-- ]]

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Dante, clutching his chest from the power of two beautiful moms.

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ok but this is 100% younger dante and you cant convince me otherwise

song is im not a vampire by falling in reverse btw kicks feet

[[ ooc: TRUE you are so right, this is very him. This absolute edgelord. This hollywood disaster story dsfhgdshg I have also listened to the whole song and it is now on my dante playlist thank you :') ]]

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[[ ooc: I just realized I didn't have an ask bar for DD all this time? sdfhdsfgh ]]

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“ darling , these hooligans keep barking at me . ”

𓏶✧♫✧♪ || Like a dormant entity, the husband was just waiting on his wife in silence with his arms crossed. His resting expression was already a scowl, but the second he hears word from his wife? That scowl twitches up into a snarl.

He yanks off his black shades to show his glaring red headlights, tucking them into his suit pocket. " I'll deal with it, honey. " Arms uncross, knuckles are cracked... but still he leans up to plant a kiss on her cheek before picking up a steel chair on his way out.

" My babe said NO more questions! " Ding-ding. You could hear the sound of bodies getting thrown across the room. If that demonic growl of a voice didn't scare the paparazzi off, whoever was left was getting double piledrived into the concrete, it seems.

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[[ ooc: changed dante's icon and header hee hoo ]]

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gurlfrendd​:

she couldn’t believe herself.  what’s wrong with her?  she yelled at her dad…  she made him feel guilty.  why is she so selfish?  hardly able to restrain her tears, trying to put on a brave face for whatever it is she’s to be punished with.

…  and yet, he didn’t do anything.  if anything, he simply took a breath, and..  tried to calm her down.  why was he so…  so nice to her?  it doesn’t make sense.  it doesn’t make sense!  nothing makes senses anymore!  ugh, this is all because of that stupid boy breaking up with her.  this is stupid, everything is stupid, she’s stupid ─

“stop it…  stop bein’ nice.  i-i don’t….”  she inhaled sharply.  “something’s wrong w-with me and i don’t like it…  i don’t like it.  i don’t like it, i don’t like it ─”

she repeated this over and over, covering her face and weeping.  her tail was lashing quite angrily, horns rising even further as black flames lick at her brown locks.  everything is just…  too much.  she can’t handle it anymore.  she just wants to go back to when she was a kid, when she didn’t have to worry about boys and politics and angels and all of this dumb crap!  she just wants to play dress up, and eat good food, and play games…

“i don’t like growin’ up…  it’s scary and it m-makes me angry when i’m sad and sad when i’m angry…”

𓏶✧♫✧♪ || What would he have wanted to hear, when he was a kid? That's... just about the only metric he had to work with-- no parents, no model to learn from. His daughter is a very different person from a younger him, that much he knows, but there's one thing he's certain just burns down the whole household... and that's fighting fire with fire.

" Honey, sweetheart, there's nothin' wrong with you. All this-- it's... perfectly normal! Well-- normal for us... " The dad tries to gently assure, coming closer, even if he has to risk getting whacked by their tail. " I-I know it's rough right now but it dies down after a while. And it helps to have a whole family to get ya through it... So you can scream, and bite, and set me on fire all you want, ok? Because demon dads don't get scared. " His claws rest on their shoulders. He was nothing if not stubborn, and though they'd pushed him away before, he will keep coming back to hold them, . " Trust me, princess... if I could have it my way you'd never age a day past eight and I'd just carry you in my pocket forever, not a care in the world..." He half laughs. " But neither of us should worry, alright? You're gonna be a beautiful demoness... just like mom. And I'm still gonna be here for it. "

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gurlfrendd​:

“dangerous?!  and what of the demon shit that’s dangerous?”  she doesn’t know what she’s saying.  why is her mouth still moving?  why can’t she shut up?  “what about the business you and mom are in??  isn’t THAT dangerous too??  do you think i’m weak ─  am i that fucking pathetic to you?!  is my mere existence that much of a burden?!”

she finally stopped herself.  she put a hand over her mouth, shock fill her eyes with tears as she went dead quiet.

why did she say that?  what caused her to be so..  angry?  she doesn’t like this.  she doesn’t like this at all.  oh, lords below, her father must be furious at her now.  why was she acting out like this?  acting out never got results…  it only got punishment.  she…  she should apologize, shouldn’t she?  even if she knows she meant what she said…

why can’t she be the empty-headed girl she used to be?

𓏶✧♫✧♪ ||  " YEAH! it is dangerous! Our entire lives are dangerous! Why do you think I worry about you every WAKING DAMN SECOND ! " He stops mid shouting match, mid-voice deepening, and mid-claws piercing the door siding, finally now registering what they were actually conveying to him. And he realized what he was saying to her. And his anger's flames start to simmer down in concern.. " ... Wait. I- I make you feel like a burden? " That was the opposite of what he wanted, but... he was starting to see how they got the idea. Even saying it nearly made him angry with himself. He tries to force his temper down, sound nice " Honey, it's not like that... you're my daughter, my precious girl! I'd never think of carin' about you as a burden... I-- I didn't even know you cared about bein' strong! You never seemed to worry about it before, I-- Hey, don't cry sweetheart, please, it's alright... " He groans, and you could see the steam leave his teeth as he smooths back his horns. Anger might compel him to fight and raise his voice louder and louder-- but crying he can't take. He let's go of the wall to step towards her. Hands raised in disarm.

" Look-- your horns have been poppin' lately, you're probably feelin' a little... mean as of late. Reckless. I get it, I guess you're... growin' up..." A touch of bittersweetness in those two words. " But, I still gotta dad ya, cupcake. At least about this. "

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gurlfrendd​:

she was getting tired of this same routine.  can’t she just make a choice on her own?  sure, she knows it might be a bad one, but dammit, its her choice!  she scoffs, folding her arms and glaring up at her father.  time for a taste of his own attitude.

“sounds like you’re just jealous i can make friends instead of enemies and corpses.”  she spat, narrowing her gaze at him.

what was this all of a sudden?  the good, happy-go-lucky, always listens to daddy, softspoken girl…  was talking back?  and her horns were flaring up, too…  something isn’t right.  she doesn’t even know why she’s fighting him, she just…  ugh!

“i’m goin’ to see what this church business is about and you can’t stop me!  neither of you can!!”  she swats away his hands from her cheeks, turning on her heel and attempting to walk away from the situation.  stupid parents, stupid politics….

𓏶✧♫✧♪ ||  And he's... completely blind-sided. His reaction wasn't anger it was blanked with shock, so much so it put out the light in his eyes like a light switch. As they spoke they mostly garnered an offended raise of his brow and a tilt of his head. Visually he was saying ' Excuse me? ' Some part of him must have known what was happening. The more he says not to do something, the more she'll insist on doing it. Of course she will. It's in her nature. But... He hasn't been a rebellious teen in a long time. He's been a dad. The bigger demon stomps a heel after coming un-stunned and disappears into flames, only to reappear with a claw on each side of the doorframe, blocking the way.

" I said NO young lady! Daddy isn't playin' games! I'm tryin' to tell you somethin' really important, sweetheart! I mean it! This holy junk is dangerous! "

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[[ ooc: I just want it known that Dante's 666th post was him finally telling his daughter why he hates churches and that's just on brand haha-- ]]

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gurlfrendd​:

“but…  they’re big and pretty and make music sound echo-y and mystical…”  she pouts, “carol gets to go there whenever she wants, so why can’t i?”

ah, right, the angel friend of hers.  the one angel he is not allowed to hurt or taunt in any way─  after all, it would crush his dear daughter’s heart to see her best friend get maimed.  you know, after the breakup and all, she’s become a lot more sensitive.

“it’s not fair, daddy!  i just wanna see how it would go…  and the nun’s a demon too!  i…”

“momma said the exact same thing… hmph.”  she mutters that last part.

𓏶✧♫✧♪ ||    Ugh. It had to be an angel didn't it? He tries to hide the need to scowl with concern at the friend's mention. Who knows what that girl told her about church and angels-- but he tries to be lenient.

" That's because... you and her... just ain't the same thing, sweetie... " It pains him to explain. " I-it's complicated-- I've tried not to bore ya with politics between Heaven and Hell, I just didn't think it'd have to matter if I kept you away from 'em, but... Heaven, the angels, the churches-- all that? Their boss has a certain opinion about... people like you, me, and yeah-- your mother too. In fact, I'm fairly certain they still protest her concerts sometimes... " He's gonna gently hold their face, make sure those big pretty eyes aren't wandering away. " Listen, honey, I'll be blunt-- churches aren't just fun little get togethers where they sing and eat crackers. They're recruitment offices. No matter how sweetly they try to sell it, those people... hate demons. And they have a gift for makin' you hate yourself too. But I'll sooner burn every damn church down before I let 'em. "

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𓏶✧♫✧♪ || " WENDY! " He rarely-- if e v e r-- responded to her pleading this way, but the way he turned to look at her, he must have looked absolutely furious. He wasn't. He was scared.

But he catches his tone, sighing as he approaches. " Sweetheart, princess, sorry, I just-- woah, woah, woah-- hang on a second, this is serious ok? I don't want you talkin' to those people-- and I got a better reason than ' because I said so ' this time, I promise.... There's nothin' fun about those places, trust me. Not a single thing. STAY away from the churches. "

“this church thingy kinda sounds fun actually…  daddy i wanna try it!  can we try it pleeeaaaaaaase~?”  ( @daddy-devilish​ )

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0soul0​:

“I am a mortal!” Soul would insist, the bladed tip of his tail twitching like clockwork, but otherwise the entire length remaining around them as a distance marker.

… He doesn’t really like this. Now that Soul had other types of senses, senses that he did not yet understand, he could really just tell that Dearest was getting agitated. Not only that, but he was picking up how quickly and noting each raise in level. Ohohohhhh, maaaan, was he always this dangerous? Soul wasn’t sure, but he thinks the logical answer is yes. Dearest did not change; Boyfriend did. Soul did.

“Ah-” That surprised expression came back to his face, stronger than before as he grimaced. His ‘skin’ pricking slightly to actually imply he were covered in very fine fur. The change in aura startled him, and for once in his life, not only does 'Boyfriend’ heed his father in-law’s threat, but he jolted backwards a good few feet. Dearest didn’t have to do much, he’d react this way anyways; more distance. More, more distance.

“Hey hey hey I’m sorry, chill!” He lifted his gnarly claws in the universal sign of defense, chuckling softly. “I’m still kiiiinda confused too, I don’t fully get it! But I have more, I'unno, biological info in my brain now, I’ll describe it as best as I can. But I do not have all the answers!” He insisted, tail lashing from side to side with tension.

Keeping his claws lifted and tail ready, Soul attempts to feign calmness and hum softly, “Well first of all, I’m here because I was gonna take all of the excess energy in the house. Duh. And second, I think I exist because of all of these supernatural energies coating me! I used to be real tiny, blue, couldn’t talk or see, and I lived riiiight inside of Boyfriend’s– my chest. Gosh! Why don’t we give eachother a little sniff sniff and figure it out? … hahaha… haha. I’m joking, um. Sir?♪”

𓏶✧♫✧♪ || " You ain't a mortal! You take me for an idiot? " He bites back on the heels of their words, but he's more begging a reason than making a threat. A mortal that floats and glows? This kid is... either confused or up to something. At first, he assumed the latter but he's starting to have his doubts the more they go on.

" I DON'T CHILL. " The black fire rising in his hair made that clear. The more they back off from him the more he stomps after them, not at all adverse to simply chasing them off the property completely-- and this one did seem to have the good sense to not take him lightly. Maybe they weren't the same person, after all... he's fairly certain he could swing at the boyfriend with a bat and he wouldn't think to back away. It's like the boy never figured out he was going easy on them... but not this one.

He doesn't cross their tail though, not yet at least. He lets them explain. And after, he gives a long pause, slowly raising a hand between them. " ... New rule. You ain't ever suggestin' I sniff you again. Alright? Second... Ugh. " He grips his wrinkled brow and growls his temper out. Great. This might be his fault. Who else in this whole family tampers with the supernatural more than him? Maybe he... summoned something, left a hell portal open, invoked one too many curses on the kid... " Listen... if you wanna be around... and you wanna KEEP bein' around... Here's your first lesson for existin' kid. DON'T... set me off. Because you're lucky enough to be the one not datin' my daughter... but between you and the other one? She'll care a lot less if YOU suddenly disappear. "

Perhaps hurtful words, but he didn't even consider that fact. He just sighs and jabs a clawed thumb to the door. " Now go play elsewhere... this was supposed to be a relaxing day. "

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mommy-devilish​:

she can’t help the laugh she lets out at his response.  he was always so easy to fluster and take off guard…  her ears twitch at the sound of a ringing phone, and as dante crushed it to smithereens, she couldn’t resist smirking in mock surprise.  its not like he can’t get a new one right away, she does this all the time when some of her..  more serious fans try to get a hold of her.  who knew a phone could be a good blunt weapon?

she gently kisses him right back, cupping his cheeks and giggling a little.  he was always so sentimental…  “awww, dante…~  you didn’t have to do thaaat…  my devil darling~  hurry and pick me up, you sexy bad boy~!”

is she pretending gravity is increasing?  yes.  yes she is.

𓏶✧♫✧♪ || For her smile and her laugh, hell even if he couldn't afford these phones by the thousands he'd break anything he owned for her . His intense eyes melt along with his warming expression the more he looks at her, and his completely free hands now instinctually wrapping around her and through her abundant curls.

" For you, I'd do a helluva' lot worse, baby... " He can't help the big smile splitting across his face, ear to pointed ear, the more they talk, and against his own nature, matching their cooing giggling you'd think they were a couple teenagers.

" Haha! Get into my arms where you belong! " He laughs, sweeping her right of her heels, into a spin and a bridal carry. " Walkin' on foot is not fit for my demon queen~ " The husband smirks.