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My V June, aka Junebug (b/c their hair is…y’know, like a junebug). Has only two modes: dressed to the nines (blame her Corpo background), or Street Rat (her disaster personality shining through). Rose through the ranks in Arasaka to prove a point (to themself, and no one else), was totally willing to off Abernathy at the beginning despite the risks, and only over the course of the story do they realize they actually are afraid of dying (and maybe that has something to do with spending time with a certain ‘ghost’, whom June may or may not have feelings for).

uses she/they pronouns, is my canon main character for this game and while I appreciate the versatility of the name “V”, since I’m a DMC5 fan I just…can’t not think of that V so…yeah. June, pls.

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Kiss meme 23/33/52 for Vergil and Alex. Pick one, or more than one :3c

thank youuuuu these were so fun

i went with 23 & 52 (not in that order, b/c timelines :3)

from these prompts

52. Accidentally Witnessed Kiss

“Just one?” Alex asked, leaning closer to Vergil on the couch. He scooted out of their reach, pushing them back with the closed book held in his hand.

“No.”

“Didi won’t be here for another five minutes at least,” they said, sliding towards him as they batted their eyelashes. Vergil continued to scoot away, until his hip was against the armrest of the couch, and he was trapped.

“No, Alex,” he repeated, his brow creasing ever-so-slightly. Alex stopped moving closer, their shoulders slumping as they started to pout. He noticed their expression and his eyes widened. “Don’t—”

“Please?” they asked, mustering as much innocent energy as they could, pout turning cartoonish. Vergil stiffened as he repressed his flush, though he could still feel his ears start to burn, and then he sighed quietly and reached for their chin. He gently turned their face up, and only once they had closed their eyes did he lean forward, pressing his lips to theirs in a short, chaste kiss. He started to pull away, but his hand lingered under Alex’s chin as they started to smile, their eyes still closed as they let out a soft giggle, and Vergil found that he couldn’t look away. And he didn’t want to let go.

Alex was still smiling when his lips found theirs a second time, and a third, and they sighed softly into his mouth as his other hand came up to tangle in their hair, his book forgotten. They were content to let him take the lead, his kisses slow and undemanding, soft and quiet and safe and—

“Um,” came a voice from behind them, and Alex pulled back in shock, looking over the backside of the couch to find Gwydion standing awkwardly near the door to their apartment, a book in his hands. “Were we—...we were still having a lesson today, right?” he asked, his eyes flicking down to the floor for a moment, then back up. Alex leaned over the back of the couch to see what he was looking at, and snorted, starting to laugh before they noticed Vergil’s sour look. They covered their grin with their hand, and nodded their head to the side.

“You, uh, dropped your book,” they said, and Vergil silently stood up from the couch, walked around it, and picked his book up off the floor, dusting its cover off with an annoyed expression.

As he came back around to sit back down, he met Alex’s amused gaze with a glare, and they slowly scooted their way to the opposite end of the couch.

Gwydion flicked his gaze between the two of them, unsure if he should attempt getting between them.

“C’mon, Didi. We just, ah, lost track of time, that’s all,” Alex said, tempering their grin as they gestured for Gwydion to sit. His gait was a bit awkward as he walked to the other side of the couch, posture stiff as he sat down between the two of them, and he sent furtive glances at each of them while a profound silence overtook the room.

Alex wasn’t having it; they rolled their eyes skyward, letting out a huff of air. “In my defense—”

“Alex—” Vergil tried to cut them off, but they wouldn’t have that, either.

“I said ‘one’.”

“What?” Gwydion asked, tilting his head as he looked at them. “You told me two o’clock. Didn’t you?”

Alex looked at him in surprise, blinking for a moment, before they let out a short laugh. “Oh, well then. My mistake.”

“That’s okay,” Gwydion said, smiling as he opened his book. Alex shot Vergil a grin behind his back, and he just shook his head, turning his attention to his own book, though he couldn't help the corner of his mouth twitching up.

23. Exhausted Parents Kiss

“Dada?”

“Hm?” Vergil looked down as he felt a tug on his sleeve to see his toddler blinking up at him, one of their chubby hands clutching a stuffed rabbit. He sat his book in his lap, letting Dulce grab his hand with their free hand. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Zaza few s’eep,” they said, pouting slightly. The angry face on the hood of their cartoon shark-themed onesie in contrast with their own expression had Vergil suppressing a grin, and he set his book to the side before standing up.

“Do you want me to wake them up?” he asked, crouching so they could keep hold of his hand.

Dulce thought for a moment, then shook their head. “They tired. But they too big for my bed.”

Vergil nodded with a smile, and lifted his other hand towards them. “Up?”

Dulce nodded excitedly, the hood of their onesie falling back as they did, and giggled as Vergil lifted them up before settling them on one of his hips. He headed for their room, keeping his steps light, and lifted a finger to his lips before walking in. Dulce repeated his gesture, puffing out their lips against their finger, and Vergil had to suppress a laugh at their serious expression. Then they pointed at their bed, and he sighed quietly.

Alex had fallen asleep, half of their body on the floor, the upper half lying on Dulce’s bed. They looked comically large in comparison to the toddler-sized bed, though Alex was a large person in general, and Vergil couldn’t help but smile at them. He gave a rueful shake of his head at the mess of stuffed animals and dolls on the bed itself, and quietly went to work picking up and putting away the toys. When he was done, Alex hadn’t stirred; one of their arms lay under their head, bent at the elbow, the other was drawn close to their chest. Vergil smiled again, then lifted the blanket from the bed and draped it over their body before bending down to press a kiss to the top of their head. He nearly dropped Dulce when they leaned over, wanting to give Alex a kiss too, but managed to keep hold of them with his hand on their belly, propping them up as they kissed Alex’s forehead.

Vergil stood up straight, readjusting his grip on Dulce as he did, then slowly walked out of their room, quietly pulling the door closed behind them. He hummed, looking at his child as he tilted his head to one side. “Well, now, what shall we do for the rest of the day?”

Dulce hummed too, in a more exaggerated manner, then their face lit up with a smile. “Bubcakes?”

“A fine idea,” Vergil nodded, and started towards the kitchen.

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All skirt/dress wearers when we discover they have functional pockets 😍

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Okay but

Nobody:

Not a soul:

Legolas, vibrating: Yes I like him the normal amount

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Native cultures are not interchangeable.

Every single Native culture is distinct and unique, though many share similarities, and lumping them together is ridiculous. And while some practices are pan-Indian, the vast majority are not.

Kokopelli isn’t “Native American,” He’s Hopi.

Dreamcatchers aren’t “Native American,” they’re Ojibwe.

War bonnets aren’t “Native American,” they’re Plains Indian.

Wendigoag aren’t “Native American,” they’re Algonquian.

Totem poles aren’t “Native American,” they’re Northwest Coastal Indian.

Skinwalkers aren’t “Native American,” they’re Navajo.

Stop homogenizing our cultures. Every Native culture is beautiful and unique and deserves to be treated that way.

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i can’t …. work on this anymore LMAO

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Prompt List

I compiled some prompt lists I found to form a list of 76 kiss prompts. Send in a number and a character and one of us shall write a one shot based on it. 

“Good morning” kiss

Kiss on the forehead 

Drunk/sloppy kiss

Awkward kiss 

Angry kiss 

“I’m sorry” kiss 

“I’ve missed you” kiss 

Seductive kiss

“War’s End” kiss 

“Goodbye” kiss

“I almost lost you” kiss

Kiss on the nose 

Kiss on the ear

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the back 

New Year’s kiss

Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

“I do” kiss 

Shy kiss 

Surprised kiss 

Kiss on a dare 

Sad kiss 

Exhausted parents kiss 

Kiss of life 

Kiss inspired by a song

Jealous kiss

Giggly kiss

First kiss 

Last kiss 

Kiss under a full moon

Kiss at dusk 

Kiss at dawn

Kiss in a dream 

Returned from the dead kiss 

Themed kisses

“We can never be together” kiss 

It’s-the-end-of-the-world kiss

Awkward teenage crush kiss

Spin the bottle kiss

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Forbidden kiss

Sated kiss

Soft kiss

Tender kiss

Passionate kiss

Long kiss

Quick kiss

Morning kiss

Before Bed kiss

In Secret kiss

Public kiss

Accidentally Witnessed kiss

Against a wall kiss

Against a Locker kiss

True Love kiss

Caught off-guard kiss

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s 

Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp

Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 

One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other 

Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck

Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead 

Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Do Wn And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes 

Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap 

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing 

Top Of Head Kisses

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angry short, mellow tall aus

these were requested by so many people omg,, time to deliver

you’re always making fun of my short legs well jokes on you sucker because you are failing so hard at this obstacles course with your giraffe limbs

you can pout all you want, at the end of the day i win all the arguments because i can just pick you up and place you in a corner a sulk yourself tired

i really wanna knee you in the crotch right now but your crotch is too fucking high

“how did you two meet?” “they tripped over me. while i standing.”

man, i hate going out into huge crowds with you because i always lose you among all the children and i have to peruse through all of them to find you

man, i love going out into huge crowds with you because you’re like a beacon sticking out and i’m basically never lost

whenever i get too mad or frustrated or down you give me a piggyback and it’s embarrassing how much it calms me

you’re so fantastic to cuddle because i can, like, hold all of you. no place misses out on my hugs, you get all the hug, the full hug,, all my love

- jo

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me flirting: I don’t want you to die

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Kisses I want to write about:

Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).

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“So do it. Put the noose around my neck, the blade to my throat, the poison to my lips. And then what? What do you have, other than the chase for me? What’s your plan, X? To join me on the pyre and then strike the match to take us both out together?”

“It’s your fault that I have nothing else. Don’t try to pretend like you care.”

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Whump Words #70:

“I can’t even begin to explain what I’d do for you. How far I’d go. How many lines I’d cross without a second thought, if you asked me to.”

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Caretaker gently peeling away strands of Whumpee’s hair that are sticking to the fresh, bloody wound on their forehead

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Either 56 or 93 for Dante please?

Hi there! Thanks so much for this request! Hope you like it!

No. 93 - “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

Rating: E

Warning Tags: None

Words: 481

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Dante was the lover you’d always wished for, but never thought you’d have. He was attentive to your pleasure, sometimes even at the cost of his own, never pushed you past your boundaries, and was always game to experiment with you.

He also ate your pussy like it was his job. He loved it. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d fucked without him giving you at least one orgasm with his mouth. You’d repay the favor to him, but it was never expected or demanded, and he’d always remark how he loved making you feel good, loved feeling your thighs tense against his head, loved the taste of you as you gushed into his mouth.

“Dante! Ahh... fuck....” you cried, feeling his tongue swirl around your clit, his hands on your hips to keep you from squirming away, making you take all the pleasure he wanted to give you.

Your fingers wove into his hair, accidentally tugging hard when he pulled your bud between his lips to suck at it.

“Oh, god, sorry, I didn’t mean to- ah!” Dante seemed unfazed, giving another hard suck to your clit before looking up at you.

“It’s okay, honey,” he said, languidly licking at your entrance, “you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

The sight of him smirking above your pussy, lips and chin shining with your slick almost made you come right then, but luckily Dante continued with his oral pleasure, slipping two of his thick fingers into your welcoming warmth so he could focus that sinful tongue of his on your swollen bud.

He was humming and groaning against your skin while his fingers fucked you open, stroking against your insides. You tugged at his silvery locks, earning you another long, drawn out groan, the sound doing almost as much to build your orgasm as what his tongue and fingers were doing.

“Dante... Dante... oh, fuck.... cl-close...” you mumbled, and he picked up the pace, fingers squelching inside as he sucked and licked at your clit, willing you to come.

Your thighs squeezed tight around his head, pulling on his hair hard as you peaked, and you knew the neighbors could hear you crying out in pleasure. Dante stroked the roof of your pussy, writing cursive with his tongue over your bud, extending your pleasure almost too long.

Your legs finally lost their strength, flopping down to the mattress, and Dante finally removed himself from your sensitive sex, lewdly licking his lips and fingers for your enjoyment.

“I’m gonna assume you enjoyed yourself,” he said, sliding up your body for a kiss.

“I did...” you cooed, placing your hands on his neck. “But you fucked up.”

“How’s that?”

“Now I’m gonna want to pull your hair all the time,” you said, giving the ends a gentle tug for emphasis.

“Fine with me, babe.”

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