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i believe as drastic as the "major character death" tag on ao3 tbh

i can totally understand Dante's feeling on the matter and i believe that hoping for the "good" to still exist, even if he doesn't see it every day, is what keeps him going. he doesn't necessarily need to see "good", but he needs to believe that in the crevices of the world there a little bit left ot it that motivates him to keep on fighting

Dante is an optimist not because he really thinks that the world is good, but he wants to. He WANTS it to be good. And if he has to look in the mirror and realize everything he's fought for is a horrible world with horrible people, he might do something drastic.

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Dante is an optimist not because he really thinks that the world is good, but he wants to. He WANTS it to be good. And if he has to look in the mirror and realize everything he's fought for is a horrible world with horrible people, he might do something drastic.

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no one ever told me that healing would feel like nostalgia arguing with hope.

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הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

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yes, it's not monday. i dont care

Monday WIP

the sweet @dontcallpanic tagged me for this and, even if late, im here to deliver with another piece of the ghost AU

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Just when he was about to take the last turn Laura sighed softly, indicating the end was near and that Stiles would soon find out about the man’s fate; somehow, it seemed an oddly familiar story despite the diverges it had from his mother’s version.

“Therefore at last, her gift must be appreciated or both hearts she’ll take away. But no such deed shall be done, for she believed the man to be still pure of heart and worthy of her precious son.”

“And in the mist of all nights, she took sweet delight in watching her plan unfold before her very own eyes.”

By the time she was done Stiles had already parked the Jeep and was about to jump out when she uttered the last word, just to look her way and find her elsewhere; she was patiently waiting for him at the entry, a smile on her face. It didn’t look forced so Stiles made quick work to reach her. It was past dinner time and he didn’t feel like cooking.

When he finally approached her after fishing out his keys and locking the Jeep, he couldn't help but share his thoughts. “My mom used to tell me a similar bedtime story when I was a kid. Yours is different…” He opened the door and let her in first, while they both headed for his bedroom upstairs once he locked the entrance; good thing his father had a night shift to cover. 

“Yours is kinda sad, also why is the moon so cruel? I don’t like this version of the story.” He quietly admitted once he changed his clothes, Laura giving him some privacy by watching out the window and listening attentively. 

“In my mom’s,” he continued as he slipped in bed once he was ready and Laura faced him, “the man didn’t have much of any trouble finding his lover ‘cause the moon was kind enough to lend him a hand.” He didn’t explain further about the subject, observing how his friend was staring out the window while her gaze was elsewhere.

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im gonna tag @jadezdominion @patolemus @seaweed-water (thank to all of you and i hope you like this snippet cause the word is SLOWLY coming to life - emphasis on the slowly)

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Monday WIP

the sweet @dontcallpanic tagged me for this and, even if late, im here to deliver with another piece of the ghost AU

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Just when he was about to take the last turn Laura sighed softly, indicating the end was near and that Stiles would soon find out about the man’s fate; somehow, it seemed an oddly familiar story despite the diverges it had from his mother’s version.

“Therefore at last, her gift must be appreciated or both hearts she’ll take away. But no such deed shall be done, for she believed the man to be still pure of heart and worthy of her precious son.”

“And in the mist of all nights, she took sweet delight in watching her plan unfold before her very own eyes.”

By the time she was done Stiles had already parked the Jeep and was about to jump out when she uttered the last word, just to look her way and find her elsewhere; she was patiently waiting for him at the entry, a smile on her face. It didn’t look forced so Stiles made quick work to reach her. It was past dinner time and he didn’t feel like cooking.

When he finally approached her after fishing out his keys and locking the Jeep, he couldn't help but share his thoughts. “My mom used to tell me a similar bedtime story when I was a kid. Yours is different…” He opened the door and let her in first, while they both headed for his bedroom upstairs once he locked the entrance; good thing his father had a night shift to cover. 

“Yours is kinda sad, also why is the moon so cruel? I don’t like this version of the story.” He quietly admitted once he changed his clothes, Laura giving him some privacy by watching out the window and listening attentively. 

“In my mom’s,” he continued as he slipped in bed once he was ready and Laura faced him, “the man didn’t have much of any trouble finding his lover ‘cause the moon was kind enough to lend him a hand.” He didn’t explain further about the subject, observing how his friend was staring out the window while her gaze was elsewhere.

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im gonna tag @jadezdominion @patolemus @seaweed-water (thank to all of you and i hope you like this snippet cause the word is SLOWLY coming to life - emphasis on the slowly)

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Sixth chapter out!

In the middle of the night, a little surprise wakes up Nero and he finds himself in for another ride. How will Dante and Vergil begin to figure out how to handle Nero with his father back in the picture?

memo tag for @dontcallpanic and @jadezdominion and thanks yo all of you following!

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Thank you for writing good fic. They bring me a lot of joy! ❤️❤️❤️

OMG THANK YOU!!!!! this absolutely lightens my day, you're the sweetest!

i plan on writing plenty more so be sure to catch up on them! more happiness is coming, but one must earn it first... right? (subtle spoiler for the next chapters tbh but shh)

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if you dont mind imma save this for a future fic 🤭🤭

So we all know Vergil had this broken porcelain like skin since he was literally dying before he used yamato to separate his human half from demon half. I need someone to draw a fanart of him when those broken parts are filled with gold!!! Please. Please. Please. Please. 🙏🙏🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Derek is proof that pretty-privilege isn’t always real because he looks like THAT but nobody trusts him and he’s constantly going through the Horrors because his aura is just so strange that it cancels out the jawline somehow

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I can’t look at PGR screenshots without getting distracted by Dante breasting boobily

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Fifth chapter out!

Finally, the family is back together and now new doors can be opened.

memo tag for @dontcallpanic and @jadezdominion

plus a big thanks to all of you who have been following along! there's still more to come but i have to plan it yet! but still, the end is far away!

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Fourth chapter out!

This is when everything starts to go in the direction everyone wants, but we have yet to arrive at the destination. (Dante and Vergil are fussing over a nest while Nero travels to meet his family, not knwoing what's waiting for him)

usual memo tag for @dontcallpanic and @jadezdominion

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sometimes you just need to hear it from another person

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Third chapter out!

HERE!

Dante tried, he really did. But when Nero called things changed and now Vergil had to face some feeling he hadn't greet in a while. How will the brothers handle the change and the shift in their newfound and already leaving routine?

and as always i leave the memo tag for @dontcallpanic and @jadezdominion