#anapproachingstorm

[lonewolfandmuse-moved]

@anapproachingstorm liked for a starter with Petra

❥ ───   Petra had always known there was unspoken tension between her father and Credo. Neither had mentioned anything to her, but the 22-year-old hybrid could sense it. She saw it in their eyes, their posture, the way they looked at one another and how Credo would instinctively place his hand over her shoulder with silent possession in Vergil's presence. And there was Vergil with his scrutinizing eyes; a gaze so sharp it could kill. Credo and Vergil where the alpha's in their respected circles, and now Petra's family was going to have two.

She sighed, visibly frustrated at the situation at hand because the passive aggressiveness needed to stop. "I wish you would at least try to get to know him a better," Petra breathed, huffing in much-needed air during one of their father, daughter training sessions. Time with him like this was usually a highlight, something she had always looked forward to. These days, however, being trained by Vergil was a borderline nightmare. There was no telling what mood Vergil would be in. And for Petra...like father, like daughter.

[corvidamned]

@anapproachingstorm | continued After Nell, Kira thought she'd take a breather. But there's nothing here for her in Fortuna. The Order worships another family. And there are no such doppelgangers among their cast to grant her solace. It's time to head home… Someone knocks her off balance, stumbling in her white lace up boots' heels against the tricky gaps of the wooden dock. She collects herself long enough to catch a glimpse of a distinct jaw and a straight nose, and such pale skin.   "Anthony." She thought she'd recognized. But his voice was different, wasn't it?  A bystander comes to her aid when she realizes it's a pickpocket, vying for her newly acquired pearls. "Get off me--" She opts to knee her thief in the groin, lest she do irreparable damage. This only lends him to push her hard in his rage.

The waters are deep at this end. And nothing comes up but a straw boater's hat.

[secondborn-cambion]

“Vergil’s dumbass out here eatin wax apples ‘n sea-shell soaps .. “

[do-not-fear-i-am-the-cure]

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@anapproachingstorm

Hughes’s wallet is loaded with plenty of money to afford a genuine meal of the classy stuff expected on a date.

Hmmm. His job pays well for whatever it is. Now for him to regain consciousness… that wound isn’t healing up anytime soon. Despite being a fire magic user, it appears he needs to be awake in order to change the local temperature surrounding his body. So cold as his heart rate slows into something dormant and breathing becomes less and less.

[mvndus]

Hushed Sentence Starter | @anapproachingstorm​​​ | asked:  ❰ HUSH ❱

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             ❛ Must I hold my hands up? My bloody hands up? ❜ Both hands held up at the level of his complacent smile. Emphasizing his sins by proudly presenting his palms, the clean center of each hand suddenly start to drip with blood down to his wrists and his elbows. One slow drip from mirrored in both palms, growing in size and creating puddles at his feet. An illusion of blood, of course, that clearly did not belong to him. Even as he lowered his hands, it poured from his fingertips and in between each limb.  ❛ Do not look for rain drops in a river, you could never find her blood on my hands.. Just know it is there. Dante has made use of my creation, shall I extend my offer to you as well if you miss that woman so much? ❜

[redgraves-hunter]

Starter for @anapproachingstorm​:

Another horde fought, another horde defeated. Ugh, he needed a shower and a nap.

Flopping on his back, careless of the dust and probable demon guts, he stretched and let out a groan as everything cracked; then just laid there, wondering what Nero was getting up to right now topside.

“So what’s so special about all this anyways? Doesn’t look all that impressive to me. Doesn’t even have curb appeal.” Curb appeal, hah. Like Dante knows the first thing about curb appeal. “Why would you want to rule here? Doesn’t even have a pizza joint. Bare minimum standards and it’s not passing.”

[pixelgamer07]

Element clicked his teeth and sighed, one hand resting on the right side holster of his switch pistol, the extended out with his palm open, supporting the rune of guidence as it pointed him towards his 'friend'.

"Obvious signs of media blackout tactics, complete evacuation of the surround area, that squad of MTF agents I ran into an consequencally kick the shit out of. Vergil you have been busy."

Today was my off day too, ya silver fox lookin ass-

The Guardian carefully made his way through the wreaked building around him, hoping that the Foundation hasn't done anything to further sour his already negative mood.

[llunarys]

@anapproachingstorm

⊰ ♚ ⊱

Wintry eyes widened in incredulity upon watching this likeness, this seemingly doppelganger of himself, older and emanating a superior air of aplomb, yet notwithstanding marked by an air of tribulation that surpassed even his own. “This is inimitably intriguing.”

[dantes--rebellion]

♥ - "Well this is going to end in tears.."

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“Are you multi-variable calculus?”

“‘Cause you’re really hard and I’m gonna do you all over my desk.” 

[daemoniumsmajesty]

@anapproachingstorm​ asked: Trick or Treat!  🎃 (Accepting until Halloween)

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[demon-blood-youths]

For @anapproachingstorm​ from here

Vergil didn’t exactly enjoy traveling in this way. Why hassle with people, crowds, idiots, when he had a sword that could cut portals through space itself? Alas, he found himself beholden to the whims and caprice of his younger twin and his asnine business and -- allegedly -- “take the train to this job” was within Dante’s parameters of “a favor.”

The jury was still out.

However, and while he’d never admit it, Vergil wasn’t finding the train to be as awful as he had first assumed. His box was quiet and there was something -- he glowered just thinking about admitting this, even to himself -- soothing about the gentle swaying of the train as it made its way down the track, barreling towards its destination.

He most certainly was not starting to doze off, his book open in his lap but largely unread. And, Vergil certainly didn’t nearly jerk awake in surprise when his box door opened and, looking a little bemused, a little lost, a female human -- dark headed, grey-eyed, sub-adult -- opened the sliding door to his box, checking the numbers above the door outside and the slip of paper in her hands.

Vergil exhaled, softly, crossing his legs and going back to reading. He had hoped he’d lucked out on having this journey alone, but as she entered and sat on the bench seat across from him, nearer to the door while he was nearer the window, apparently she’d found her assigned ticket seat.

‘Cool. This is my car!’ Ink thought.

Vanity ‘Ink’ Vanguard enters the train box and went to their assigned ticket seat, she has flowers in her hand along with a big backpack. For this month, there’s no parties, it’s mostly her friends do whatever on their spare time either chilling, working or doing some side missions. Her side mission is a bit personal but a time for herself.  

She told her faction that she’s going to visit someone and do some training in a small town. She sat down across from the man in the blue. Of course, his appearance caught her eye. Being herself, she greets him with a nod. “Hello.” She smiled before looking towards the door, spacing out for the moment. 

As time passed, Ink yawns and starts to occupy herself with her smartphone by wearing her earphones. Surfing through social media, she giggles at the posts and clips while not paying any mind to her train mate. Then a notification pops followed by the phone’s vibration. The phone id says ‘Fosh’. Ink takes out her earphones and answers. 

“Hey Fosh. What’s up?” Ink asked. 

“Hey Ink! Sorry to bother ya but you’re going to that place you told us about, right?” Fosh asked worriedly. 

“Yeah, something going on?” Ink asked, stands up and went outside of car. “Just want to let you know, there might be a fraction or just feral demons. I’m not sure. I look up reports that something strange is going on over there.” Fosh informs her.

“Are they strong?” Ink asked, slowly grinning.

“I don’t know, I haven’t look too deep into it- wait...Ink, no! I just told Hellmare and Navarro about this. So please, don’t do anything reckless. Like that time, you went ahead and fought a demon that looks like a orc?? Navarro thought you were dead!”

“Oh c’mon, Fosh! That was only one time!” Ink laughed. 

“What do you meeeean...it’s only one time??? You do this several times! Okay, look.” Fosh sighs, “Just do what you gotta do and don’t do anything stupid when you’re there, okay? And don’t cause any property damage or go scaring the people there!” 

“Don’t worry, Fosh. I promise!” Ink giggled.

“I hope so. Anyway, stay safe.” 

“Also, Fosh. Thanks.” Ink smiled genuinely.

“You’re welcome. Just looking out for you.” With that the phone call ended and she returns to her bench. 

[lonewolfandmuse-moved]

@anapproachingstorm (X)

❥ ───   "Sage-go? Sageo ribbons?"

[corvidamned]

@anapproachingstorm | 😏 - Our muses get frisky in costume  Hers is a 19th century bustle dress in bright scarlet, with a v neckline and a generously low back lined with buttons, complete with fringes at the waist, with drapery simple at the front and bundled at the back. Half of her brunette curls are worn down while the other half is pulled back in a decorative clip. Her earrings are diamonds as is her necklace. She can’t say for sure any of it will survive tonight, as she wraps her arms around him to kiss him passionately, and drags him deeper into the dark corner of the party, up here in the rafters near the emergency exit of the shop.

[secondborn-cambion]

“That hilarious moment Vergil can’t take the fact Nero eats soap, like we didn’t used to straight up chew chalk as kids..”

[greatforcesofnature]

For @anapproachingstorm​ from here

“My lady.. I shall try. You’ll forgive me, my intial shock..”

“You do not fear me? You’re just...shocked?” The beast leans in, taking a closer look at this man. 

“Everyone else does including my followers as they worship me. Not that I blame them.” 

[rebellicned]

@anapproachingstorm​ II It was as unexpected to Vergil as it probably was to Dante, within earshot, to have him remark, ❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞, when seeing an obvious couple embrace on the street. Naturally, he followed it up with, "Not that that matters."

“...” The other would pause, his brain processing what he had heard for a moment. “Ya know, if you wanted one you could’ve asked someone for it.” Granted, he knew Vergil never would-Not on his own anyways.