#dante passed the fuck out when it happened

[corisbrainrot]

I imagine that aph platonic kisses her besties all the time, with aaron having been the first she started doing it with, and it happens to rub off on him too so. He has definitely accidentally kissed one of the other guys goodbye on habit and proceeded to get so embarrassed he just. Leaves. While they proceed to have a nuclear meltdown and like 3 sexuality crises

it catches on tho and soon the whole friend group is doing it

[teethbomb]

mob psycho(logical horror) 100

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 4 : Flashbacks and Fear

Continuation the The Prolouge, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3.

Just his luck...

This stupid Fenton Luck.

He's lost in Gotham and Dante is still at work, He forgot where he was for a moment and remembers 'oh he's not in amity' too late and now he's wandering the streets.

"Fuck.... Oh Ancients... Where do I go.... Oh no.. Dan will be so worried." Danny combs his hair back with his hands and letting it ruffle back down again.

Stress. That's what he's feeling right now, confusion too maybe. He wanders the streets in search of his way back hoping the "Fenton Luck" would be on his side and guide him back home.

"Please, please plea-" He stops talking as he hears a commotion, possibly a gang fight he thinks and he decides to hide within the darkness of the alleys in fear of getting in the crossfire.

He doesn't like to hear the fighting... Not anymore much so. He covers his ears as he curled up in the corner of the alleys trembling with his hood up. He tries to muffle the fighting noises coming through his ears by lulling a lullaby Jazz always sang to him.

"🎶p...pass the fourth turn.... By... The barn ... Where Mrs. Full man.. lived until she passed on... There is a cottage.. by the lake..side... Where fairies.... Come out at night.... Hic- .... There's a music.... Box in the bedroom... Hic.... It's playing songs... From 1922.... And if you listen... Hic—🎶" He stops singing as tears rolled down his cheeks, the memories were getting to him. Happy memories when she was alive.

He curls up even further and sobbed hoping his sobs would muffle the Noises. Until the noises finished, but Danny still couldn't stop crying in fear and the memories flooding in on his mind. Replaying over and over again.

The warm smile she gives him, the reassurance that he's no less than human despite having becoming a Halfa. The Family he misses, he misses her so much. He wishes she was still there to comfort him with her lullabies, her gentle touch, her soft spoken voice.

"I'm scared Jazz..." He mutters sobbing.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Damian perked up, they had just finished breaking up a gang fight but Damian couldn't help but hear... Subtle sobs of a child...

Damian isn't always one to care much but he couldn't help himself this time.

"Is everything alright Robin?" The Big B asks with a monotonous tone.

"Not sure B, I hear a child sobbing their eyes out...." Damian answers and starts to walk trying to track the sobs. It made his heart ache- Fuck why is he acting like his father and that so called Genetic "Adoption Tendencies". He refuses to be one of his brothers with that Genetic. Maybe even Grayson is a more reasonable option for that Genetic.

Damian saw a glimpse of the sobbing child in the alley. He tries to mimic his father and try not to be intimidating.

"Hey there... Kid.." Damian spoke out softly with the gentlest smile he could muster out of his face. The kid looked up and it made Damian Flinch.

His eyes, they're too... Reminiscent of the Lazarus Waters.... Did someone dunk this kid there too? What the fuck happened to him? Who is he?, many questions ran through Robin's Mind but he shakes it off to check up on the kid.

"Are you alright... Do you need hel—" Damian was cut off by the kid suddenly hugging him tightly.

"Please... Bring me back home... Hic... I want to go home..." The kid sobbed, almost pleading to go back home.

Why is Damian's Heart Aching?. Why is it making him want to cry too... It was odd, but Damian just hugs the kid back and carries him— Dear God he's so light weight. It's like lifting a feather, very concerning... His body temperature was also ice cold. That's even more concerning.

"Ofcourse... I'll take you home... Do you uhm- have any family?" Robin asks worryingly.

"Mhm.... My big brother..." The kid mutters softly.

"And where is he?" Robin asks again and was told that he works at a local new Cafe near Gotham U.

Robin just nods and looks at Batman with a stern yet softer look.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Bruce was confused, Damian was being.... Soft-spoken, really. A rare sight. Damian consoling a crying child.

A child with Black hair blue eyes and .. a lot of scars, including a very concerning Lichtenberg Scars that traces along the child's eye to his skin and possibly down to his chest or back.

"B, the police can handle the rest of them, I'll take this child to the Cafe near Gotham U." Robin states blantantly.

"...hnn... I'm coming with you." Bruce said and Robin just sighed and nodded.

Who's child is this...? How did he get here? How did he make Damian so soft-spoken? Is he a meta? Is one of the criminals they subdued his parents or-... Bruce tried to keep his thoughts calm, it's just a child after all.

Bruce gave the kid a Candy, Odd that he had one in his pocket but it still calmed the kid nontheless

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

They eventually reached the Cafe and Saw a Panicking Man yelling out the name "Danny" as he wanders around concerningly.

"Dan!" The kid yelled out, still in Robin's arms.

"OH ANCIENTS! DANNY!" Dante was very worried, tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was already About to call Vlad.

Robin sets Danny Down and Danny ran to Dan and Jumped at him. Dante hugged Danny tightly, "Fuck... Where did you go... You little twerp.... You shouldn't run away like that... Or even wander off. Goddamit.." Dante sighed in relief as they pressed foreheads with each other .

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Danny mutters under soft sobs.

"It's okay kid... It's okay.." Dante reassures him as he looked at Robin with soft gentle teary eyes. "Thank you..." Dante utters with his voice almost breaking.

"C'mon Danny.. say thank you to the heroes." Dante tries to distract Danny through telling him to say thank you and Danny tilts his head towards Robin and Batman.

"Thank you..." He smiles with teary reddish eyes that made Damian's Heart Ache but also throb with happiness.

Robin smiles softly. "It's what...we do..." He says with a gentle soft-spoken tone. Batman just Grunts approvingly and Danny Giggled.

"Thank you. Thank you again. I wish you all the best.." Dante mutters as he kisses Danny's Hair and Bows at the two heroes before walking off.

Danny waves goodbye at Robin and Batman and Robin couldn't help but wave back, he slowly stares at his hand that was waving goodbye and presses it to his chest.

"... Such an... Odd feeling..." Robin utters with a smile still plastered on his face as he noticed the kid had left a sticker on his glove. A star sticker infact.

He plans to keep that sticker on the glove now. Never letting it be taken off, because it made him smile.

Really.

Odd... So odd.

As promised @craftyexpertchild and @darkenedenchantress tags for y'all

I wrote this in a 40-30 minutes timeframe

Older brother Dan is my type of Man and Cunt™

[icycoldninja]

the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, Nero, V) finding out reader is pregnant???

Sparda boys + V x Pregnant!Fem!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Freaks the hell out--not out of disappointment or anger or anything like that, but out of excitement.

-Immediately starts researching dad jokes so he and Vergil can have a "dad-off" to see who can be cornier.

-Also helps you decorate and stuff, giggling and laughing the entire time.

-Talks a lot about his plans for the baby; how he wants to be a better dad than his was, how he wants to prepare it for demon hunting, and how he wants to train it to insult Vergil on sight.

-He's also got a whole-ass list of pranks to pull with the baby prepared, from chucking water balloons at your unsuspecting neighbors to TP-ing the neighborhood houses.

-Other than that clearly childish mischief, Dante's already rocking the "middle aged dad" vibes so he'll do fine.

■ Vergil ■

-His first thought was: "Oh no, not again."

-Vergil was legitimately afraid of having another child after what happened with Nero and his unknown mother, however, you managed to convince him that this would be different and that you wouldn't be going anywhere.

-Vergil had a lot of nightmares and troubled dreams the next few weeks. Though his heart wanted to believe you, his damaged mind had other plans, which it revealed to him in the form of horrible visions.

-With your help, and a lot of time, he got over these dark thoughts and began to see the light in having another child.

-Though he wouldn't dare speak it aloud, Vergil was convinced that the baby would reunite the Sparda family once and for all: Nero would finally have a sibling whom he'd want to visit, allowing Vergil to spend more time with his son, and since he, Nero, and the new baby would all be together, Dante would naturally join in and the boys could be bros again.

-After having that revelation, Vergil became noticeably more excited for the baby's birth.

□ Nero □

-Nero is excited but terrified.

-He's more than happy to learn you're expecting, but since he's so young, he's worried he won't make a good dad. You'd think he'd ask his parents for help, but no...he never knew his mom and his dad is less than pleasant.

-So, what does he do? Nothing. He puts his hood up and sits on the couch, doing nothing in tense silence.

-After an hour or so of brooding, he decides, fuck it, he's gonna wing it and be the best dad the Sparda bloodline will ever see.

-He proudly announces this fact over dinner at Devil May Cry, eliciting mixed responses, particularly from the soon-to-be-grandpa.

-You and Nero will be excellent parents who raise a happy, healthy child, he'll see to that.

● V ●

-Doesn't even know what being pregnant means, and can you really blame him? The only piece of literature he's ever read is William Blake's poetry, it's a miracle he can tie his shoes. Oh wait, he wears sandals.

-Griffon knows, somehow, and explains what it is. The minute the realization dawns upon him is the minute his eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and he nearly passes out.

-A baby, a real life baby is brewing gestating in your tummy and it's his?! He helped make life!? What?!

-V is ecstatic! He can't wait to read this baby bedtime stories, sing it lullabies, and rock it to sleep.

-Even his familiars are preparing; Griffon is ready to give it a light show with his magic and Shadow keeps bringing dead birds as gifts.

-V might be a complete noob when it comes to living life, but hey, so is your baby, so they can figure things out together.

[strobbylemonade]

what the fuck was up with that huh???? warp express spoilers yada yada

i literally screamed when the reveal happened because OHHH MY GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD WHAT THE HELL i wish i wish i WISH WE GOT VOICE ACTING FOR IT!!! ARHGHHHH.

"in all absorbing darkness, voice is our only light" what a cool metaphor. how fascinating that dante has no voice... but they have light...

i feel like not enough people are covering the fact that the blast was strong enough to blow faust to pieces. also dante very rarely comments on the pain of bringing people back now... i wonder if they're getting desensitised to pain? or blocking it out of their memories?

do you think dante had to do up her laces. like covered in blood and gore and pieces of faust and so so tired from reviving the sinners, they had to take just two minutes alone to do up don quixote’s laces

DON QUIXOTE'S CANTO IS 2 MONTHS AWAY I CANT DO THIS MAN I CANT WAIT THAT LONG

i talked about this with my friend but it's entirely possible that vergilius was hired almost soley to deal with don quixote, because his EGO allows him to become one with pools of blood and she's made to forever spill blood. i really hope we get to see their dynamic expanded upon

do you think its possible that she was so fast to suggest the idea of the sinners staying aboard the train for a thousand years because she'd lived for that long before.

i wonder if she'll sing her Pass On in her regular Don Quixote voice or her more... natural? bloodfiend voice.

its sort of strange to know that faust and vergilius are in the same boat as dante is (dante has to listen to vergilius, who has to listen to faust, who has to listen to the Gesellschaft). since the three of them are deemed as sort of a 'higher management' collectively, and dante is being let in on more secrets, i wonder if some sinners will start distrusting them because of how secretive they have to become?

"do you suppose i shall see her again?" AHHHH THAT MOMENT WAS SO CUTE WAAHHHHH. i think its really interesting that yi sang and ishmael were the ones to comfort her, as they're the two sinners with the most "resolved" cantos. do you think yi sang saw some of himself in her. in the way he was in love with the unknown and discovery and she falls in love with it too.

rodya has always been super flirty with faust. i hope she flirts back (i wanted to have another gamble) after this and everyone gets their balls knocked out of the park

do you think faust felt safe. with the sinners. and no fausts watching her. i love faust. i will die for her.

great intervallo. holy shit. auguuuguhhhghhghhhhhhhhhhhhh

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter seventy five

close to home | chapter seventy five

plot: Daryl breaks a promise, and the reader goes after him

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 4,050 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: I've been on such a reading kick lately

The following days were a blur. After your panic attack, Daryl kept an eye on you. After your delirium from the waves of fighting walkers passed, you joined in with the rest of the community. You were doing better. And you were sure it was because of Daryl picking you over the community, even though it made you feel guilty. 

Despite the days moving quickly, they were long. Lydia was attacked, and Margo was accidentally killed by Negan. You and Daryl thought Negan was right but couldn’t do anything about it. Then the Whisperers attacked Hilltop, though there wasn’t any real proof. And Michonne took off with Judith to assist them. You stayed back to watch over RJ. Eugene left too after what happened with Rosita--which she happily told you while you and she hung out with your daughters. 

Daryl went with Carol to look for Alpha’s horde, which you fought him every step of the way. But you needed to know about the horde, and he promised he would stay on your side of the border. You believed him until they came back with a Whisperer. You wanted to throw him off a cliff for lying to you, but when you found out it was all Carol, your anger dissipated. You knew she wasn't in a good place. You’d found the pills. 

But then the Whisperer died. And then Siddiq was killed by Dante, and you and Daryl sat with Josie the entire night. He’d helped deliver her. If Dante wasn’t already dead, you would’ve killed him yourself for ever touching Josie. 

Then, a freak named Mary showed up and told Alexandria where the horde was if she got to see Earle’s son. And Lydia went missing after something happened with Carol. And if all that wasn’t the worst of it, finding Daryl’s note was. 

Gonna end this. I’m sorry. I love you. Don’t come looking for me. 

Well, you did exactly that. 

***

“You stupid son of a bitch,” You nearly yelled, throwing your bow down beside the fire. You didn’t care that you had an audience or the surprised--and then very angry--look that crossed your husband's features. 

“What the hell are ya doin’ here?”

“You taught me how to track, dumbass! Don’t you think I know how to track you, of all people?” You seethed. Your bag was heavy on your shoulders, and you dropped it. “You didn’t think I would come after you? Do you have any idea how stupid this is?”

Daryl grabbed your arm and pulled you a good fifteen feet away from the small camp, and you pulled your arm free after a few seconds. 

“Who has Josie?”

“Rosita.” You glared. “Why, Daryl? After everything that’s happened the past few days.”

“‘Cause I can’ stand lookin’ at ya during all this shit. I can’ stand knowin’ ya lookin’ over ya shoulder for Alpha. I want her dead.”

You crossed your arms. “I want her dead too, but you don’t just walk out like that. How would you like it if I did that?”

“I’d drag ya back by ya ass if ya did.”

“Exactly. We’re a team, Daryl. Since the beginning. Since the damn night we met and we fought our way back to my safehouse. I don’t appreciate this.”

Daryl sighed angrily. “Well, ya here now. Exactly where I didn’ want ya.”

“Josie needs her father.”

“She needs her mother, too.”

Your hard glare dropped. “She needs both of us, Daryl.”

His own anger seemed to deflate, and he nodded slowly. “‘M sorry. Just want this over.”

“I know. So do I. But we work better together, and you know that. So let’s find this mother fucking horde and get home to our daughter.”

Daryl shook his head, but it wasn’t like he had any other choice. “Can’ believe ya fuckin’ followed me out here.” He swung his arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes at the embrace. 

“Well, next time don’t be such a dumbass and I won’t have to.”

***

The next day, you found the valley that the horde was supposed to be in. But it was empty, and you didn’t know if you were happy about it or pissed off. Everyone seemed to be the latter, but it wasn’t something you had to worry about this exact second.

You’d only walked about a mile before you came across a river, and Daryl thought Lydia would’ve followed it. You were set to keep following him when you turned back and noticed Carol had stopped by a tree. You inwardly sighed--you couldn’t keep up with her lately, no matter how hard you tried to be there for her. 

“Carol, let’s go,” You called out to her. You knew Daryl was behind you when you felt his hand brush against your backside. 

“You guys go ahead. I’ll meet you.”

“We should stay together,” You said, but she was already walking toward a small field about twenty yards away. 

You glanced at Daryl, sharing an exhausted expression, and followed after her. When she started running, you looped your bow over your shoulder and picked up the pace, a train of obscenities being muttered under your breath. 

You were breathless when you came to a trench, a few dead walkers on the ground. Daryl was fighting off a few walkers, and he looked at you for only a second. “Go, get her ass outta there!”

Magna pushed you forward, and you jumped into the trench and pulled yourself out of it, running toward the opening toward whatever structure was ahead. You were going to kill Carol. 

It was dark and much cooler in the structure than it was outside, and you paused beside Magna momentarily. But then you heard Carol scream and you quickly ran after her. 

“Carol!” You yelled. 

“Oh, shit,” Magna cursed, grabbing onto your arm. The weight of her body pulled you forward, and your feet slipped. 

You screamed as you dropped a good ten feet, landing on rock. You didn’t have time to focus on your vision before your body rolled. You tasted blood in your mouth as you fell from another ledge and landed harshly on the rock below. You heard your friends landing around you as well. 

“Mother fucker,” You cursed, spitting out blood as you rolled over onto your side. Your back ached, and your lip was bleeding from where you must’ve bitten down on it. 

“Are you okay?” 

You glanced at Carol, who was dusting her shirt off. She helped you up as you replied, “Just peachy.” 

You heard your name echoing from above, and you thanked God that Daryl was still up there. “Daryl, don’t come down--.”

You cringed as you heard your husband fall and took a step back when you saw him come down. He landed with a groan, and you were immediately kneeling by his side. “You alright?”

“Ya bleedin’,” He said, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth. 

“I’m okay,” You said, standing and helping him to his feet. 

You set your hands on your waist as you looked around the cave, trying your best to ignore the groans of walkers below you. You cursed under your breath and grabbed Daryl’s hand as Jerry yelled for everyone’s attention. You looked over to where he pointed, and that was when you saw Alpha. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as memories of the barn filled you, and you took a step backward. Daryl squeezed your hand and pulled you closer to him. You could’ve sworn you could feel the tip of her knife dragging across your arms again. 

There was a lump in your throat as you looked back at Daryl. “Just take a breath.” He told you. 

Nodding, you did as he asked and looked back to where Alpha was, but she was gone. You took another deep breath and looked at Aaron, who was against the wall you fell from. 

“Okay, maybe we can get back up,” Aaron said. “If we can get one of you women up there…”

It was a no-go. They tried to lift each and every one of you, but none of you could get a grip. Besides, the wall beyond that was too high. 

So you grabbed Daryl’s flashlight and looked around for any other way out of the damn cave. Water was running in from somewhere, and Daryl and Aaron were discussing how to get out of there. You noticed a chain of boulders that looked close enough to jump to, and they stretched across to the other side. 

“Shine the light for me over there for me,” You handed the flashlight to Daryl. 

“What are ya thinkin’?” Daryl asked but shined where you pointed. 

You didn’t reply and took a few steps back. Without a word, you ran the few steps to the ledge and jumped. Daryl immediately yelled after you as you landed on the first boulder, your knees buckling under the weight of your bag and weapon. But your boots were steady, and you stood straight up. 

“(Y/N), are you crazy?” Carol yelled. 

“Yeah, but she on to somethin’,” Daryl said. He pointed the light to the rock in front of you, and you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before you jumped again. 

You climbed around the formation, feeling wisps of fingertips touching your boots and back legs. But they couldn’t grab you. You glanced back at Daryl, who was following closely behind you. You looked back at the ground, who were all looking a little unsure. 

You kept moving, getting to the next boulder. It was there that you paused and took a deep breath and turned when Daryl called your name. He tossed you the flashlight, and you caught it one-handed, shining the light so he could get to you. 

“Knew I called ya crazy woman for a reason,” Daryl said when he was standing beside you. His arms were on either side of you, effectively pinning you to the boulder so there wasn’t a chance you’d fall or slip. 

“Gotta keep our relationship interesting, huh?” You gently teased, though you were sweating profusely and wanted to bang your head against the rock itself. “Starting to wish I never found your note, though.”

“One more jump, baby girl. Let me go first. I can help ya,” Daryl said. 

You wanted to roll your eyes and tell him that you’d been perfectly fine, but you knew he was only doing it because he loved you and because he was scared for you. So you shined the light onto the cave wall, with just enough room to jump onto. 

When he was on the other side, you tossed him the light and then jumped yourself. His arms were around your waist, and he pulled you tightly against his chest. You could feel his hands shaking as he urged you forward while he waited to help everyone else. 

You watched from a safer place as the rest of the group slowly made their way to the other side, and then you sighed with relief when everyone was over safely. Then you followed Daryl through a tunnel, your hand gripping tightly to the back of his vest.

When you reached a larger area, Daryl dug out his matches and handed you a few. While he told Connie to keep everyone, you lit the match and walked slowly, trying to find a cross breeze. 

You tuned out the conversation happening behind you as you glanced at Daryl. You paused momentarily, admiring his form and the pull of his arms as he held up the match. Shaking your head, you turned around and got back to work. 

“Pst.”

You walked over to Daryl and watched the flame find wind. You smiled and looked up at him. “Nice job, sexy.”

Daryl grunted and put the match out. “Nice thinkin’ with the jumpin’. Gonna have to curse ya out later for it, though.”

You stood on your toes to give him a quick and private--thanks to the boulders--kiss. “You’re welcome for saving your life for the thousandth time.”

***

About an hour later, you sat against a rock wall with your heavy head on Daryl’s shoulder. A half-empty skin of water lay between you two, and you had long since intertwined your fingers. 

Daryl’s thumb was absentmindedly rubbing against your hand while he chewed on his other thumb, and no matter how many times you swatted it away, it was there again in a few minutes. 

“So,” You whispered low enough so nobody would hear. “Ever wanna do it in a cave?”

Daryl snorted. 

“We could find some dark corner,” You teased. 

“Ya ain’ quiet enough, darlin’.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand momentarily before kissing his shoulder. You looked up in time to see Carol headed toward you. “I’ll let you two talk,” You said. You knew very well of the tension between them since everything happened with Lydia and just in general. She hadn’t been the same since she got off the boat, and you knew Daryl was missing his friend. 

Carol smiled as you passed her, and you walked over to where Jerry was sitting. You smiled widely despite how tired, hot, and sweaty you were. “Jerry, my main squeeze,” You collapsed beside him, setting your bow aside. “How are you holding up?”

The two of you murmured, swapping stories of your children. It was the only thing that kept you from falling apart. Getting back to Josie. You would be damned if you let anything keep you from seeing your daughter. 

You’d just settled into a nice silence when you heard Magna screaming ‘skins’. You were on your feet immediately, grabbing your bow and getting an arrow ready. With hardly any light in the cave system, your fingers twitched in anticipation as you followed Jerry toward Magna. 

Rounding the corner, you only had a second to see Magna fighting off a freak when another one dropped before you. They swung their arm at you, and you jumped backward, dropping your bow in favor of the machete at your hip. You ducked underneath their next swing and drove your knife up into their stomach, lifting it as high as you could. Then, with a swift pull, you yanked it to the side. 

Warm guts hit your boots, and the freak dropped dead just in time for another one to approach you. Before they could make the first move, a knife embedded itself in the back of their skull, and when the body fell, Daryl grabbed your arm and handed you your bow. 

In the distance, you could see the last of the freaks running off. You nodded your head toward it, and Daryl yelled for everyone to follow. 

You ran for a good few minutes before you lost the figures, and everyone around you needed to stop. You took a deep breath and wiped your sweat from your forehead. You lowered your bow and slung it over your shoulder. 

When Jerry found an arrow, you all decided to follow it. If freaks got in, then you could get out. So you followed the arrows until you reached a gap in the wall, and Daryl picked up their trail. You watched anxiously as your husband walked through the tight funnel, and you kept an arrow in your bow in case something happened. 

After a few minutes, he gave the signal, and you were the first one to follow him. You fit through the tunnel easily and caught up to Daryl within thirty seconds. You grabbed the back of his vest again until he reached behind you and took your hand in his. 

***

“How ya doin’?”

“Oh, I’m just snug as a bug,” You retorted, pulling your body forward in a painful army crawl. You could feel your jeans rip over a particularly sharp rock, and you bit your lip to stifle a colorful choice of words. 

You focused on the light above you and the bottoms of Daryl’s boots. It was the only thing keeping you from freaking out. You weren’t claustrophobic by any means, but the idea of being sandwiched between tons of rock and who knows how far underground made you want to cry. 

Still, you were doing better than Carol. 

You wanted to cry with happiness when you saw Daryl pull himself out of a hole and then shine his flashlight toward you. “Hand up ya bow first. Gonna be a tight fit.”

“That’s what she said,” You laughed humorlessly as you struggled to get the bow off you and then send it up toward your husband. You could just barely make out the glare he sent you, and then you actually did laugh. 

His hands wrapped around your wrists, and he helped pull you the rest of the way out. When your feet were on the ground and you were finally standing upright, you threw your arms around him and kissed him. 

When you parted, you grabbed your bow. “Don’t act like you don’t like my jokes.”

“Ya got jokes all damn day, every day, since the damn prison.” He replied, shining the light back into the hole, where you could see Kelly slowly making her way. 

You smiled and leaned against the rock, reaching out to pinch his ass. Daryl jumped and smacked your hand away, which made you laugh. 

“Can’ ya ever take anythin’ seriously?”

Your smile widened, and you shook your head. “Gotta try and keep my mind off of our impending deaths for a little while.”

“Ya ain’ dyin’. ‘M gettin’ us home to Josie.” 

***

When the tunnels led you all to an old mining setup, and after you found Alpha’s horde, you sighed with relief. It meant that there was an exit. And you’d see the sky soon. 

So when Daryl found the sun streaming through the ground above you, everyone jumped at once to start clearing a path to dig out of there. But nothing made you more nervous than Kelly finding dynamite, and you prayed that nothing bad would happen. 

“Ya seen Carol?”

You looked up from the pile of rocks you and Connie were moving, and you shook your head. “I thought she was with you guys.”

“‘Mma look for her, ya stay here and keep workin’.”

You hesitated but nodded. She couldn’t have gone off far, and Daryl wouldn’t leave you for long. So after he squeezed your forearm, he went to find her. 

You’d only been working with Connie for a few more minutes before you heard an explosion, and everything around you started to shake. Dirt fell into your eyes, and you cursed loudly, stumbling backward before someone grabbed you. Fingers worked at your eyes, and when you opened them, you saw Connie signing to you. 

Are you okay?

Yes.

“Come on!”

You grabbed your flashlight and shined down the tunnel where Daryl had gone, but you couldn’t see a damn thing. “Son of a bitch,” You muttered before you walked forward. 

An arm wrapped around yours, and you were pulled back by Magna and Connie. “What are you doing?”

“They could be hurt,” You stressed. “I’m not leaving my husband down here or Carol.” You pulled your arm away from Magna’s and took off. You knew they followed you by the sound of their boots, but you didn’t stop. 

When you saw the glow of a lantern, you nearly cried and ran up to Daryl and Carol; the ladder hurt. You wrapped an arm around her waist and helped Daryl get her back to where your exit was. 

“Aaron and Kelly, we got freaks up there!” Jerry strained as he tried to keep the post up. 

“You need to go up first. She can’t climb out!” You yelled to Daryl. When you saw the hesitation on his face, you yelled louder, “Go, dammit! You need to pull her out.”

Dirt was spilling from everywhere, and you coughed loudly as you pushed Carol up. She struggled, and Magna had to help you push her until Daryl had her. 

As you strained, you saw movement in the distance. “Freaks!” You yelled. 

You heard Magna curse loudly. You glanced at the hole above your head, where you could see Daryl getting Carol out. Then you looked at Jerry, who was struggling with holding the post. 

You took a deep breath and wrapped your hand around your machete. Then you ran after Magna, toward the freaks. 

There was barely any light, and you struggled as dirt continued to rain down on you. But you could see figures, and you swiped your machete at each one. Tears burned your eyes from the dirt, and you felt warm blood spray on your face. 

“Get out of here!” Magna screamed. 

You saw her go down, and you quickly stabbed one of the freaks in the head before running over to her. Connie was struggling toward you, weapons raised. But she was signing something you couldn’t see, and you helped Magna. 

The ground shook before you heard the explosion. The ceiling was coming down, and wooden beams were falling. You couldn’t see Magna or Connie through the cloud of dirt. The last thing you heard was the sound of Magna’s screams. 

***

Daryl squinted in the sunlight as he dragged Carol’s body backward. She was nearly unconscious, and Daryl knelt down for a moment, shaking her head. When her eyes blinked slowly, and she nodded, he took a second to look for you before he stood up and ran back over to the hole in the ground. 

“(Y/N)?” He yelled, watching Aaron pull someone up from the hole. His stomach twisted in a knot when he saw it was Jerry he was pulling up. “Where’s (Y/N)? Why didn’ ya send her up first?” He yelled as Aaron helped get Jerry out. 

The ground started shaking, and Daryl’s eyes widened as he realized what it was. “(Y/N)!” He made a beeline for the open hole. 

“Daryl!” Aaron yelled, throwing himself against Daryl’s body and sending them rolling down the hill. 

Shards of rock blasted up from the ground and rained around the group. Daryl covered his head as he struggled against Aaron. When the ground settled, and Aaron let him go, his knees went weak. 

“No!” He screamed, running toward the pile of rocks. “(Y/N)!” He climbed over the debris, and when he saw the cratered hole the explosion left, when he knew the roof had collapsed, he sank down to his knees to dig through the debris. 

He could barely hear Kelly crying; he could barely hear himself crying and grunting with the weight of each rock he threw as he dug. 

“Daryl…”

“We gotta dig!” He yelled. “She’s down there, we gotta get her out.” 

“Daryl… it’ll take us a week to dig this.”

“Then help me!” Daryl screamed. “That’s my fuckin’ wife down there.”

“We can’t,” Kelly yelled through thick tears. “This blast is going to call walkers and Whisperers from a hundred miles from here. We don’t want our backs pressed up against this mountain when they come. We can’t save them if we’re dead!” 

Daryl stared at the pile of rocks as tears fell from his eyes. You couldn’t be dead. You couldn’t be dead. He repeated it over and over in his head. And then his grief, his desperation, turned into white, hot rage. 

He walked away slowly and looked at Carol. 

“Go ahead and say it to me. I deserve it.” Carol cried. 

Daryl’s mind couldn’t even think of a response. All he could see was red. All he could feel was a level of anger that he’d never experienced before. 

“Just say it to me,” Carol said. “That’s (Y/N) down there. Our (Y/N). Your (Y/N). Just say it.”

He could see the desperation on her face. The guilt. The self-hatred. His jaw quivered in anger as he thought about you down there, about you being dead.

And then he found his voice. 

“If she dead, it’s on you,” He stressed. “And you will be dead to me.”

[kiwibeanv]

DMC Boys in a Love Hotel Headcannons

! MDNI - Heavily suggestive themes

Summary: How our demon boys might react to a love hotel with you.

Dante

Most willing to try it out.

You happen to find one secluded in a street as you were hanging out with Dante.

This man will check out all the themes if he could. He'll pick out cheesy romantic ones with roses and all. Or if he's feeling adventurous, he'll pick out a strange theme like a western theme (dog, he wore them cowboy boots in DMC4).

Feel uncomfortable? No worries, he won't push you and he will go alone then come back to tell you all about it.

If you do choose to explore with him, he'll be cracking a few jokes here and there. Nothing too explicit. Maybe the beds should be high quality~

Did the room have a cabinet with naughty things? Dante will freeze and stare at it for a few seconds until his mind registers what that is. Yep...How considerate.

Checked out the TV? There are certainly some things that are best saved for a smaller screen and headphones. Dante would rather keep the TV off for now as he would rather focus on you.

Oh the mirror placement. One on the ceiling and one on the side of the bed. He could already imagine the view and his excitement grows. That's something he should take a peek at.

The glass walls and doors of the bathroom is something to make you uncomfortable at first. With little privacy but Dante is totally fine giving you the privacy if you like.

Now let's say you do take this opportunity with him~

Dante is an open guy and he will be willing to try out new things with you.

He'll rent a few costumes for some foreplay to warm up. He can also buy the extra things you wished to use.

Don't forget the amenities~ It's right there on the nightstand for your protection.

That mirror is so enticing. Just a glance and you see the reflection of the position you're in. The face he makes of determination to pleasure you when he's on top. Or the look he has that even the pillows can't hide that shows him taking it well from you. The angles are perfect!

Would you come back to this place? Oh for sure! This love hotel can certainly let you rent it for a few hours too. So if you need a quick moment to get heated, this place is always there for you. Dante is likely to return here with you more.

Vergil

Really hard to convince him to go. He doesn't want to be seen around in a place like that. The only way to get him to go is if it is a last resort. Unless you're in a relationship with him, he might lower his pride to try it out.

So let's say, you did have to book a room because it really was a last resort. This dude would not even accompany you as you get a room from the receptionist. And because you were alone, the receptionist gave you a complementary bag.

That love store you passed by to get to the elevator, as soon as Vergil realized what it was, he quickly looked away and kept his eyes glued to the floor.

Once you reached the elevator, you could feel the air was tense with him. He refused to make eye contact with you. That scowl on his face seemed like he was going to get more wrinkles. Ask him if he is all right, and he'll say he's fine. Despite those furrowed eyebrows that make it seem otherwise.

If Vergil really had to choose a room out of the selection, his first choice is the looking normal and elegant rooms. Those weird themed ones with the seashell bed, candy land wallpaper, or anything childish will make him cringe and call it "tacky."

If you dare to explore that complementary bag and show him the things, Vergil will express his disgust and scoff at it. And for fucks sake put it away! Especially if you lack the knowledge of it's other purposes, Vergil will take that paddle away from your innocent hands.

But after getting a good look at this place, this isn't so bad. A floating thought haunts his head. What if we really try it out? Perhaps under more coordinated circumstances, his mind opens up to that idea.

However, as things are, let's sleep through the night and be done. If you're really that uncomfortable, Vergil will definitely sleep in the bathtub.

Now if you really are in lady luck's hands~

Vergil will take into account about the layout and calculate what are some things he could do to make this experience a good one. The placement of the mirrors? Oh he can definitely make you look at yourself as you lay under his mercy. The amenities provided will help prevent unplanned children (unless that's your goal you discussed with him).

Toys? Maybe just a select few. Handcuffs and ropes will do, if you're so inclined~ Vergil relies on himself to give you pleasure, not these things. Though it's possible to get him to use another one when his mind is fogged with lust.

Vergil will definitely dominate you. He's in control, but he remembers what your boundaries are. Even if he let's you on top, he'll make it a fun challenge for you to please him. Remember those mirrors? He will move your chin to make you see your reflection. Look at that pretty face of yours as you take it. Make sure to glance at his face too when you can.

Would he ever come back with you here? Maybe a few more times. But Vergil likes saving the money and spend your time in a bedroom you actually own.

Nero

Nero probably doesn't even know of its existence.

He's not that oblivious. If the love shop is there, he'll know right away. Or just looking at the extra stuff provided, he'll catch on.

Just make sure Vergil doesn't know what you two are up to. Else he's going to give a long lecture and he'll forbid you two from going. But like that's going to stop Nero.

Dante could give you two a few warnings but he's actually pretty open to let Nero explore.

It could be a place he would be willing to try.

Like Vergil, he will stick with more normal rooms at first. If he ends up liking the love hotel experience, he could be more daring to try an odd theme with you.

When he's checking out the room with you, he speaks his mind. All his thoughts and opinions. Whether he likes the design, how weird those mirror placements are, or the interesting furniture that adds to the theme.

But even if he was willing to try, this love hotel is weird to him. He has trouble comprehending why people need a place like this. Isn't doing it in the bedroom all the same?

The secret vending machine with naughty things will make him red. It makes him shudder and wonder if these things are unused. (Which are. For sanitary reasons obviously. And you can't return them!) Let's forget I found that.

If you wish to spend your time intimately~

What he won't admit aloud is the glass walls in the bathroom. He actually likes that. As long you consent, he might peek as you bathe.

Things start slow with Nero. Some teasing here with lingerie you have on. Soft kisses that lead to making out and that escalates into the real action.

Nero is a switch but it really depends on your preferences. Are you more on the sub side? Nero can be top. And of course if you lean more towards dominance, Nero can certainly be bottom. Or if it really depends on your mood, Nero is flexible with it.

He will make the most of it. He'll take your preferences in consideration. Whether you really want to use handcuffs or experiment with the scenario (like using that weird furniture if the room provides it), he's here to satisfy you and himself equally.

His thoughts on coming back? Nero seems like he's neutral about it. He sees the practical use for the love hotel, should he need extra privacy. For you, he will be willing to come back.

V

He doesn't know that love hotels exist either.

V will have to take a closer look to realize what the purpose is, Griffin will point it out to him. It's for couples to do naughty business and bang, isn't the word love obvious?!

V will have to shut Griffin out of his head. This bird will run his mouth like no tomorrow. He might as well let him fly free outside the hotel so he doesn't hear him tease him about it. Even then that bird will take the time to figure out where your window is.

He is very composed about this compared to the rest. Scanning the objects. Sure he'll make a few odd faces but hey, everyone has different preferences here.

If he were to choose a room style, V would opt for classical aesthetics. Baroque, Greek or Roman styles, Gothic, or Victorian.

Going in the room, V is very curious. He will look through every nook and cranny this place offers. The odd placements of the mirrors, those extra adult things provided, and judging the overall aesthetic.

V will take a moment to read his book in the room. He will certainly read aloud interesting lines. "Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move; Silently, invisibly"

Take Griffin inside and he'll be pretty yappy about the things he finds. Hey, you thinking about using this? You should probably leave him outside and I think you both can mutually agree.

If you wish to spend the night~

V is slow and will take his time. He will whisper enticing words and recite a few lines of romantic poetry to warm you up.

Then his hands will run along yours. He makes the first move to kiss you. Things start to escalate more.

If you're open to those extra toys, he will make use of them. Whether it's on you or him.

V is willing to be either top or bottom but leaning more on the sub side. Again, this all depends on you. Let him take the reigns? Or do you want to control how it goes?

What are his thoughts on coming back? V is willing to use the love hotel again. But only if you ask.

Bonus Points:

If you were with DMC 3 Dante, he's gonna get denied access. His immaturity is going to make the receptionist suspicious. As per love hotel policy, adults only. So she will have to take a precaution and deny him entry. Even if he met the age 18 criteria...

DMC 3 Vergil could get away but honestly, he will not bother coming here. Why waste the money when you have your room? He sees no difference between a regular and a love hotel. Just keep your mouth shut and don't let neighbors hear.

DMC 4 Nero would probably be denied access too. Just looking at his 19 year old self, he still looks like he is in high school. The receptionist would kindly suggest a restaurant for you two to go.

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Dante (For some reason it's not showing on the search).

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V (WIP)

[dollivication]

real dad dante>< im sorry im having a very serious daddy dante brainrot rn

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hehe… i feel so passionately for daddy dante i fear he is FILTHY i nNeed Him🩷 nsfw…. incest……….

he’s only that much more of a sleaze i’m afraid!!

daddy dante who says he’s more than happy to do your laundry no matter how much you insist that you can do it on your own. naturally, he’ll either rub his cock with your underwear or use it as a gag for his sounds, the taste of you only causing his dick to twitch and weep with pre-cum. who’d have known that his own kid tastes so fucking good?

you may swear that you recall a certain pair of undergarments getting put to wash, only for them to never appear once the dry clothes come out. clothes always seem to disappear all the time, so you think nothing of it. but if you’re dead set on searching for them, you may find more than you expect in a box beneath your dad’s bed <3

daddy dante who buys you the sluttiest clothes! it’s the most eye-scorching shit, typically that in a pink or red shirt that has a bedazzled “daddy’s girl” across the chest, revealing your figure a bit too much. he’ll buy you shorts that hardly cover anything, they could almost be mistaken for actual panties. it’s probably best you don’t wear them, because dante will only give your ass a smack in passing and uncomfortably intimate shoulder rubs.

daddy dante who listens in on you masturbating or fucking your s/o. it’s why he never has any qualms about who you bring over or you locking your door. dante’s not really being supportive, he just wants to hear you whore yourself out and cum with a pitiful moan — it’s better than any porn magazine he might get his hands on.

he’ll hear you fucking yourself on your fingers, a toy, trying your best to be quiet. if only you knew that dante’s playing the same game, stroking his throbbing dick while he squeezes his chest with his free hand just outside your door, doing as much as he can to muffle his groans with his shirt. he’ll be thinking about just how much louder you’ll be when he actually stuffs his cock inside you, calling out for your beloved daddy.

daddy dante who jerks off without even closing his door, knowing how curious and needy his sweet baby can be. and if you do happen upon him, he won’t even stop himself, telling you that’s it’s totally natural and nothing to be ashamed of with that cheeky smirk on his lips. he might even call you on over,, to get a better look at how your father handles himself.

you still have much to learn, you know, and the responsibility of teaching you falls on him. ^.^ 🩷🩷

[kattythingz]

This is not a one-to-one au, edling are NOT related.

One of these days, I'll work on my actual main au. This is not that day. Kill La Kill au, anyone?

This is another collab with the brilliant, incredible, show-stopping @ilovepannacotta!! See his Ling (+Greed) design here, because it turned out SOOOO GOOD, GOD. Everyone praise him NOW!!!

Further au details under the cut!! TW for discussions of SA (iykyk)

Introducing our cast:

Satsuki - Ed

Ryuko - Ling

Ragyo - Dante

Nui - Envy

Mako & co. - Lan Fan & Fu

Soroi - Rose & Noah (twins)

Elite Four - Winry, Mei, Russel, & Lust

Mikisugi - Mustang

Dante took in Ed and Al right after Hohenheim mysteriously abandoned them at the same time. Without their mother, Dante promises that she was their father's friend and that she'll care for them now. Ed is around six when this happens, Al one; he was even younger a couple months ago when Hohenheim revealed to Ed the truth of his research: life fibers.

Ed doesn't trust Dante's convenient timing one bit, but he can't raise his baby brother alone, and they need a stable home. So he accepts her help, thinking he can handle whatever she wants to use them for.

The years prove him dead wrong. Hohenheim, Ed learns, was a being perfectly merged with the life fibers, and he and Al inherited some of that constitution. Al has the greater life fibers between them, 80% to Ed's mere 50%. Dante, too, is an incomplete being—but she aims to change that very soon, with the help of Hohenheim's boys.

Ed's a smart boy. He catches on quickly what she wants from them, and demands that she leave Al alone. Anything she needs, she can take from Ed. Anything.

The years pass. Ed sets out to build his steel castle from the ground up behind Dante's back, doing her bidding like the good little soldier she wants him to be while recruiting allies he can trust in the Elite Four. He meets Mustang as well, the leader of Nudist Beach, and they strike a deal to work together in secret and play enemies in daylight.

Cruelty and ruling with fear are not in Ed's nature, and he does his best to make Honnouji's system as kind as possible while applying Dante's "feedback". But there's also nothing he won't do for his baby brother, and if he has to pick that one life over the masses... he will.

His plans are coming along smoothly until the transfer student's arrival. Ling Yao.

Ling arrives at Honnouji Academy with one goal in mind: to gather as much information on the woman named Dante as possible, and report back to his father. Ling, of course, has no plans on reporting so dutifully—but he is intrigued by what he's heard. The secrets to immortality... If he achieves it for himself, then he can free his clan from his father's "empire".

He quickly hears about Dante's "favorite", the Student Council President and "prince" of Honnouji, Edward Elric. That makes things much easier than Ling anticipated. All he has to do is get close to Edward to get closer to Dante. It helps that Edward is beautiful, and that there's more to him than meets the eye.

Ling is intrigued. And then he falls.

Literally, too, where he meets Greed in the basement of a ruined mansion (the Elrics', unbeknownst to him). Greed is absolutely not Ling's style, and he's never been more uncomfortable in his life. But as he and Greed learn to get along, so too does he warm up to Greed's "awful style".

Ed, in the meanwhile, knows Ling is conniving behind his back. He also knows that Mustang is in on it, but for some infuriating reason, he won't share anything with Ed. Which serves Ed just fine; he doesn't need Ling Yao meddling in his plans, he's more than happy to ignore him.

Only, Ling makes himself impossible to ignore. To the point that Ed makes the chief decision of keeping him secret from Dante, because surely she doesn't need to concern herself with one annoying fuck (that Ed does not like, nor care about, nor wants to see smiling).

But then... there's still Envy. Ed's so-called half-sibling.

In a fit of what has to be pure, malicious spite, Envy casually asks Ed about "how things are going with that other kamui brat", right in front of Dante. The jig is up, and Dante... is not amused.

She's never punished Ed as hard as she had that day. Ed limps out of her office unable to take one more step, and he's lucky that Rose and Noah—his loyal aides and closest companions—waited for him the entire time (despite Envy mockingly telling them "the runt will be a while"). They help him the rest of the way back to his quarters, and for once, Ed lets them fuss freely. He curls up on the couch with Noah's tea in his hand and nuzzles into Rose's warmth on one side, Noah at his other. And he pretends he doesn't fall apart when he whispers, "Thank you, Sister."

The night doesn't end there, however.

Envy deigns to make a visit to Honnouji that same week, claiming they were curious about "the brat to catch the runt's eyes so much". At Ling's disgruntlement, they eagerly spill the beans about what happened. Ed's punishment, at Ling's expense.

Ling... is horrified.

He's horrified, and enraged.

He's not proud of how he loses control. Greed warns him that his blood is getting too hot, but Envy's laughter is even louder over Greed's voice and Ling can't hear a single other thing. He doesn't even realize Ed was forced to intervene and fight him until Lan Fan's hugging Ling on the ground, and Ed's standing over them solemnly.

Ling shouldn't, but all his broken voice can think to ask in that moment is whether Envy was telling the truth.

That Ed wasn't really—raped because of Ling. Please.

Ed's answering silence is damning.

The following weeks are... weary. Ling loses Greed, the Raid Trip happens, and everything inevitably comes to a head when Ed triggers the rebellion against Dante.

Ed's plan fails. Rose, Noah, the Elite Four, and Mustang & co. escape the chaos along with Ling, and Ling swears that he'll go back for Ed, no matter what. The rescue doesn't go according to plan, however, and Ed begs Ling to escape with Al instead while he had the chance, because Ed knows Dante has further use for him but Al isn't guaranteed, please, Ling.

Ling agrees, but that's a decision he comes to regret when their next opponent winds up being... Ed. By Envy's touch, Pride had been "tightened", to affect Ed's mind as well now, where it didn't before.

It's an awful battle. Ling's heart screams and aches when he's forced to rip Pride from Ed's body. It... it feels like he's violating Ed, even though he knows he's not, and this is for Ed's own good—

But the pain ends. Pride is ripped off, and Ed is left kneeling in the blood. He looks up, startled by Ling's warmth when he wordlessly smiles and places a coat over Ed, and Ed's eyes burn. He hasn't let himself cry in so long—and when Rose and Noah immediately group-hug him, followed by the Elite Four & Al, that no-crying sentiment is rendered moot.

Ling stands aside, and his heart must grow six sizes from the sight.

Finally, things are looking up.

[corvidcircus]

If you're still taking requests maybe how vergil and dante's s/os react to them coming back from hell eventually after the end of 5? :) I don't know how long they spend there but I know I'd go crazy if it was more than a few months... Love your writing! ❤

The Return

(post-DMC5, by roughly ten months)

Vergil's S/O-

you've been outwardly calm, and internally screaming

you were actually V's S/O

V told you about the whole situation just after he told Trish

the qliphoth was the first time you met Vergil, but he looked at you adoringly, just like V did

he softly assured you they'd be back, and leapt into the underworld within seconds of ending his bout with nero, leaving you scrambling to understand what was happening

you've been working to distract yourself from the fact that he's gone, and the fear he may not come back

you never really got to meet him, and he might be gone for good

it hurts

you hate it

the crew have noticed

you dont sleep well, you wont eat much, you're irritable and distracted

10 months later you are very close to giving up hope

youre on a job and suddenly both twins are just... there?

it throws you off balance and if it weren't for them covering you, things would've gone very poorly

you finish destroying the portal and the stragglers

you stop and actually see him for the first time

you don't remember moving, but you blink and you're across the room, crying, face shoved into his chest, clinging to him for dear life

he stiffens and then slowly returns the embrace

it takes a minute for you to get your breath back

you recognize pieces of the poet you knew, enough to gently tease him

"You're late, and in a lot of trouble," he winces apologetically

"but goddamn did I miss you."

that earns a small smile

("And I, you, my dove.")

Dante's S/O-

you're pissed, at first. mainly because before the Vergil fight you told him not to do anything ridiculously stupid.

mans had 1 job: he failed

after about 5 weeks, you start getting a little worried

the tree is mostly gone, so they must have succeeded in taking out the roots

the longer that goes by the more you think about something Nero said when he told the crew what happened

that they never said they had a plan to get back, in fact he seemed to think they may not be able to get back out of the underworld

the whole arcane research thing is not typically your go to for dealing with demons

why bother when hitting them with a sword is more effective

but without yamato, portals are hard to create, and even harder to control

you spend months running down any option you can think of to at least get to or from the demon world

it takes another 8 1/2 months to finally find something that you think might work

it doesn't

then after passing out, upset and exhausted, you startle awake at the sounds of the doors flying open

you must still be dreaming, because that looks like your devil

who's trapped in hell

right?

cue a dante patented stupid joke to diffuse tension

you quite literally vault over the desk into his arms and just feel that hes back

*hug*"I'm so happy you're back!"

and exactly 4 seconds later

*hitting him repeatedly* "Never fucking do that again!"

Bonus Nero's Reaction-

he's super fucking pissed off

ah yes lets leave the kid (with severe familial abandonment issues) suddenly without his family

remains fairly angry when the topic of either twin is brought up

but the longer that goes by, the more anger becomes distress, and eventually resignation

concerned, but unsure how to help Vergil's S/O

very bothered by the 'empty look' when he does jobs with VS/O

confused, exasperated, but not surprised at Dante's S/O's actions

a little tiny bit scared of the non-stop manic energy DS/O is embodying

first time seeing the twins back, he has way to many emotions to deal with so defaults to anger

likely throws down with either/both

the rage burns hot and fast this time, so the fight is messy and short

basically ends in him storming off and giving them the cold shoulder until someone makes the first move

(probably nero or dante lets be honest here)

*this is the headcannon version, there may end up being fully written one shots later

[beneathstarryskies]

Just a short lil thing about Dante becoming obsessed with a troubled woman and following her.

Warnings: stalking(Dante is the perpetrator) , mentions of domestic abuse (Dante is NOT the perpetrator), ooc, panty stealing, fem!reader, suggestive themes, dark content

Dante was smitten the moment he laid eyes on you. It had been a quick, casual run-in at his favorite diner that turned into something of a regular thing for the two of you. You’d sit beside him as he enjoyed a strawberry sundae at the counter. To his surprise, you’d made conversation quite easily. There was just something about you that seemed so kind and gentle, yet a sadness lurked underneath the surface. He hated that. Sometimes when your paths crossed, your eyes would look so hurt. He wanted to snuff out that pain, no matter what it would take. 

One night, you came into the diner as Dante was leaving, and you rushed past him. You didn’t even notice you were passing the man you’d come to form a casual acquaintance with. Your eyes were too blurry with tears. He turns to watch you rush to the end of the diner and disappear into the bathroom. When you come back out, that’s when he notices the bruise underneath your eye. His blood runs cold as he goes back into the diner, sliding into the booth next to you. 

“Who did this to you?” he asks through gritted teeth. Your eyes widen, and you can’t help feeling frightened about his demeanor considering what had just happened to you. 

“It’s nothing,” you lie. “It was an accident.” 

“Don’t lie,” he tries to take your hand, but you flinch as you pull away. 

“I should go. I’m sorry.” 

Dante’s eyebrows knit together in concern as he watches you walk away. He can’t fight the thought that maybe you’re walking right back into danger. So, after a few moments of careful consideration, he follows you. He’s careful as he trails behind you on your walk home. He can’t help noticing the way you have your arms folded so protectively around yourself. He feels guilty for doing something like this. Never in his life has he considered following someone home, but something about you…He needs to make sure you’re okay. 

You make it back to your building, and as you head upstairs Dante goes up to the top of the building across the street. In a few moments, he sees you through one of the windows. You’re trembling as you speak to someone. Even from here, he can feel your fear. His fist are clenched as you become more upset, and he sees a man’s shadow on the wall. 

“Don’t fucking touch her,” he growls under his breath. 

He stays there all night, watching you make your way through the apartment with that man following you. Even once the lights are turned off and you’ve most likely gone to bed, he stays glued to the spot. He dozes off once or twice until the sun rises. It’s a little after dawn when he sees you rise again, and without being able to hear you he knows you’re yelling. Then, he sees that man slap you. Your eyes widen as you bring a trembling hand to your stinging cheek. It takes everything Dante has not to crash through the window, but he knows he can’t do that. It’ll only make things worse. No, he’s got to take care of this problem swiftly and quietly. 

A couple hours later, you leave the apartment. Then, that man does. Dante follows him until he has him on a quiet alleyway. That’s when he strikes. He pushes the man against the wall, easily holding him up by his neck. 

“I’m only going to give you this once chance,” Dante growls and lets his eyes flash red with the demonic energy swirling inside. “Get the fuck out of town.” 

“Fuck you,” the man groans. “Let me go, you fucking freak.” 

Dante throws him to the ground, hearing one of the man’s ribs crack from the force. He kicks him in the crotch with just as much force. 

“Maybe you didn’t fucking hear me. I said get out of town, now. I’ll be watching every step, and if you don’t leave on your own I’ll make sure your absence is permanent.” 

“Okay, okay,” the man groans. “I’ll leave! I swear.” 

“Now!” Dante roars, his deep voice echoing off the cement walls. 

The man barely manages to scurry to his feet before Dante is grabbing him by the collar of his coat and shoving him out of the alleyway. Dante follows him back to the apartment, then sticks around to make sure he packs his shit and leaves. After that, he goes home to get some much needed sleep. 

That night, he goes back to the roof of the building across from yours. You seem a little worried when you read the note your boyfriend left for you. Yet, you can’t help feeling relief when you realize he’s gone. Dante feels victorious when he sees that small smile tugging on the corners of your lips. 

_

Day after day, night after night he feels drawn to you. You hardly take a step that Dante isn’t watching. His heart and soul feel drawn to you. In a way, he’s starting to feel like he knows you. He sees all these sweet little moments in your life that you likely hide from the rest of the world. Like the way you dance and sing through the apartment on the weekends. Especially when you’re cleaning. He sees you offer help to little old ladies on the street and playful smiles to children. You never pass a dog or cat you don’t at least acknowledge with a friendly word. You even put out food for the strays. In his eyes, you’re nothing less than angelic. 

Dante tells himself that he’s only following you to protect you. You need him to keep you safe from the dangers you don’t even know are lurking all around. He’s seen so much loss in his life. Vergil, his mother, and so many innocent bystanders in his fights against demons. Things could be different with you. He would be your protector, even if you were never his lover. 

He knows he’s fooling himself. He’ll never be content truly with being a shadow in your life. He thinks about you all the time. When he’s home alone, he imagines having you there with him. More specifically, he imagines having you underneath him. His hand wraps around his cock as he pictures you whining and mewling as he fucks you. He’d make you feel so damn good if he had the chance. He jerks himself off to this thought almost every day until he’s making a mess all over himself, your name falling off his lips in a desperate growl. 

The next day, you’re home all day. You seem happier than he’s seen you in a while. You’re dancing and singing in your apartment, then you go to the bedroom. He has to switch positions to be able to see you, and fuck he’s so happy he made the effort. You’re barely obscured by the sheer curtains, probably feeling safe since your bedroom window looked out on the alleyway. He can see you stripping off every layer of clothing, until you’re standing naked within his sights. His cock twitches as he takes in the beauty of your curvy silhouette. Once you’re in the bathroom, he makes his way to the fire escape and listens for the shower to start running. He opens the window the rest of the way and tries to crawl inside. His jacket catches on an old nail jutting from the the windowsill, and he lets out a surprised grunt. He’s worried you heard him, so he quickly snatches the panties he came for and leaves the way he came. 

Having heard the slight commotion, you peak around the corner with your heart pumping. The red, tattered piece of leather stuck on a nail catches your attention. You hold the towel tighter around yourself as you walk over to grab it. Your thumb soothes off the smoother leather, and you think about the man from the diner…

[rexecutioner]

tell me about garrance right after they meet again after garroth is out of the mind control and after garroth passes out after the second time because i need gay angst

if you dont ill take another nap this is a warning

You know Amnesia M. Skulls you dont have to hide behind that anonymous shell youve molded for yourself i know its you

Ok so when everyone is on the Cannon after Zane and Lucinda help out Garroth and Katelyn (Laurance wanted to stay behind with Zane and Luci but Kim needed him for extra backup and extra medical help just incase), they all gather in the main room. Laurance and Garroth immediately beeline to each other and embrace in a very tight hug. Both of them are sobbing their eyes out and Garroth is apologizing profusely for all the trouble he caused for them while Laurance reassures him that he knows it wasn’t his fault, does Garroth blame him for what happened at the lodge? Of course not, Garroth exclaims. They wrap up their reunion once Toby walks in and points his rifle at Aaron.

After Aphmau and Travis beat the shit out of each other, Laurance helps to carry Nana and escort Zane with Vylad to the helicopter as Rowan gives him directions and they don’t have much time to talk before they run out of room and have to take off without Dante, Lucinda, Aaron, Aphmau, or Kim. Once they meet back up, Garroth and Laurance don’t leave each other’s side very much. They are both very worried about their hospitalized friends and find comfort in the other’s company. Eventually Garroth opens up to Laurance and long story short it’s angsty as hell and they both end up trauma dumping and crying, their bond is really fucking strong afterwards.

I may retcon some of this once i figure everyone’s roles out and fix some of the ultima stuff lol

Give me au name suggestions so I can tag when i talk about it!!

[lucabyte]

HOWDY! *slams pile of papers on the desk* i have Inquiries. OKAY SO-

1.) i know the bridge between infurno and purrgatorio is Ali realizing they cant leave, so like, whats pawradisio???

2.) wtf happens ta Ali durin the 'age ???' section of their design timeline. what type cult stuff do they get involved w and how. its haunting me i needa know

3.) whats with the 3 year memory erasing thing in that one ali purrgatorio relationship chart. Really funny chart ive shared it w a few friends but also im staring intently at it like Huh What O_O

4.) what is mymk's final form? is it gonna be written, a comic, etc?

5.) got any music you associate w any mymk characters/ali? besides like, in canon reasons like Chrome more like any songs/artists/lyrics that remind u of anya em :0??

anyway yeah huge fan! also hope ur vacation's fun!

Hehe hi :)

1. We shall get there when we get there <3 my lips are sealed. Though I will say, there are further books by Dante one can animal-pun the titles of... Though they aren't part of the divine comedy..... (Alludes vaguely to plans that will inevitably take me years)

2. Okay so spoilers for Creature Feature, Ali's home setting (and @samhainian's thing) (because this is all a bit of an open secret) but Ali is, as I've alluded to previously, an Antagonist.

Creature Feature is a real world adjacent setting, set in our modern day, only with all manner of monsters and cryptids living secretly alongside humans. Ali lives in Wraithbrook, a hidden town populated primarily by monsters (albeit, most everyone still upholds a disguise, just in case). Being a (very) small town with an effectively captive population.... The post-high-school ennui tends to set in bad for people. Hope you enjoy the family businesses, kids.

So... This leaves the listless vulnerable. And boy is Ali a bit malleable. A trusted figure in their life takes advantage of this, part of an accellerationist group looking to break these confines, having singled them out as candidate for their most recent attempt to mold a magic user into a weapon to shatter the veil. And, well, if you've got a self-hating isolated guy who is predisposed to a bit of Catholicism already... Why not utilise the concept of the antichrist? They will be bringing a world together, in a way... And when you've been around as long as some immortal librarians have, doing a little bit of time dilation in the later stages of indoctrination isn't thaaaaat hard... Sooooo....

(But don't worry. They get better. Eventually. At least they look it. Everything is A-OK!!!)

(as for if purrgatorio is canon to this timeline....? Yes! But in a fucked up way! Can't make it too easy for the little guy....)

3. Okay so I was coy literally a sentence ago but yeah purrgatorio is set dead on like.. at the exact same time MYMK proper *should* start. Thus, it cannot exist at the same time as the main story... Ali's narrative powers keep them from being subsumed by the universe and just becoming a funny animal themselves.

But should a time come where Ali is *gone*, and the world is similar enough to the moments before they arrived? Well, the narrative can just pretend the time hasn't passed! Just, don't think too hard about your count of how many Halloweens and Christmasses you've had doesn't really line up....

(A normal person would simply name Purrgatorio noncanon, but hey, if Ali's whole thing is that they manipulate reality like a Narrative... Well. May as well use it! So once canon is over for both parties, things can start creeping back in. It's needlessly overcomplicated but I'm having fun)

4. Written with illustrations! An Online picture book, I suppose. I was initially damning myself to a comic, but after playing in the space with Purrgatorio, I realised I prefer prose. I'll probably write the thing in whole and then release it bit by bit as I work on the illustrations? I have a working outline as of right now and it's not a super long story lol. But its likely going to come after some practice with smaller projects like my reworking of Hazeclan and maybe Damonquest (name pending) (the latter featuring a cut main character of mymk lol)

So! ETA: a while. But we stay silly

5. OKAY.... so I can't link character playlists sadly since they don't exist (..... Yet.) and I'll stick primarily to our at present Purrgatorio cast.

I am like. Famously bad with identifying songs (<- usb stick full of songs on shuffle in the car as a kid) but I have been trying to put thought into this recently (my gold standard for this being my friend @teddymedley who's so good with character songs I did ask him for some vibe checks for this even)

So these are messy and some are like, inherited from earlier drafts of the characters so can be a bit off but I'll give a handful and their reasonings. (No links or embeds though I'm on mobile and Tumblr might eat my visibility if I do. I'll reply with some though)

[Ali Alighieri]

1. "Here comes the flood" by the Divine Comedy (self explanatory really, that animatic will exist someday I promise. This is THE big one to me, but @samhainian may have a different top spot opinion lol) Bonus: it has a demo version that also fucks supremely

2. "All the angels (demo)" by MCR. (Ali is not the MCR sibling, they're the P!ATD sibling. But I don't listen to panic lol)

3. "If you could save yourself you'd save us all" by Ween (peak "sorry what was that line just there?" song)

4. "In the meantime" by Spacehog (I like Spacehog. Everyone gets a spacehog song yaaay)

5. "Here comes the sun" cover by Ghost (not their style of music at ALL and you KNOW they're contrarian about the Beatles, but grim irony is such a vibe here)

[Chromium Mono]

1. "Manicure" by Lady Gaga (this is such a flippant "because I said so" choice lol)

2. "Let it grow" by Renaissance (this is such a nice cheesy song. I like to think of this as speaking to the actual nice loving guy chrome can be when he's not being a prickly bitch)

3. Kissing Ancaps by Patricia Taxxon (... GOD this song is way too cool or smart for chrome lol. It's a chrometab song to me because of the big words and cynicism. It's too modern and online for them but I'm attached to it... Also it contains a sample from let it grow)

4. "Run away with me" by Carly Rae Jepsen (more vibes based! Love some ms jepsen. But at least has a coherent theme wrt to eloping lol)

Bonus: oh god I really have to finish the voiceclaim video I was making. Premiere kept melting on me but I should probably let the world know chrome sounds like Donald Glover huh. The marshall lee to live action Simba pipeline.....

Bonus 2: @teddymedley suggested "Ratchet" by Bloc Party, with the phrasing "subject matter younger chrome sound older chrome" which I like!

[Tabitha Boss]

1. "Cable Rat King" by Gem Milsom (this one genuinely feels like a solid choice to me. It's polite and tentative and about depressive spirals, and is from the same album as the Number One Main Labyrinthine song, Pipes. That animatic will exist someday too I promise)

2. "This too shall pass" by OK GO (Preferably the brass band version. I think Tabitha would adore their videos, he'd be delighted by the moving parts and generally light tone. Also, Labyrinthine has a different "this too shall pass", being by Danny Schmidt)

3. "When will you die?" By TMBG (goofy song. But you get it.)

4. "Zeroes" by Spacehog (Spacehog again 👍)

Bonus: Jimmy buffet discography. He is living on island time baby

Bonus 2: @teddymedley assigned "Happy Hour" by Eels and I think the strange upbeat lethargic energy fits

[Lavender Wafeu]

Lavender is really funny because I honest to god don't think she listens to much music. This means I barely associate music with her apparently.

However @teddymedley did suggest "Black Rainbows" from Hawaii: Part 2, and I think that's better than any of my previous notes. Those previous notes being entirely the words "Little shop of horrors". She, Knives and Mafioso do also share an association with "Panda Hero" by Hachi but that's more visual to me?

I have however begun associating some Zelda OST tracks with her though... Hmmm....!

[Markus Felidae]

This poor bastard has shed and gained characterisation recently enough to have shook the MCR out of their system.... I don't have all that much for them.

Now. Hm. I think I'd have to go with some very on the nose musical tracks? My mind immediately goes to the opening track to Disney's Notre Dame, and maybe like, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer from Cats? These are such dreadful picks lol. Sorry buddy, characterisation overhaul syndrome. They probably also would listen to P!ATD same as Ali though so do with that what you will.

Bonus: in Markus' earliest iteration over 10 years ago..hrm. long story short, 121 guns is so fucking unfitting but it's lodged there forever lol

[Lupus Felidae]

Lupus is associated in my head with the kind of dub anime opening best codified by 4kids era Pokémon. Like the ideal song here is that one from Yugioh. "No matter what"? That kind of cheese and boyish power of friendship. "OK!!" From the JP endings of anipoke goes here too it's cute to me.

"I can go the distance" from Disney's Hercules is also up there for the same vibes. She's just silly and having fun!

Bonus: "Don't let's start" by TMBG is a Miao song to me, but in relation to her family. So it's also Lupus and Markus' by association.

[Ess Somil]

The idea of an ess playlist is hysterical to me. I feel like it's a Mother 3 battle theme in that man's head all the time. What's your time signature boy.

Anyway, "Numbers" by Neil Cicierega. Since it is overwhelming enough of a soundscape. Or just "Doctor Worm" by TMBG. For that they live in the soil.

.... And that's probably enough!!! This ask is very long now! Sorry it took a while to answer lmaooo. I've been very busy but it's been nice to chip away at during my downtime! Thank you so much for the questions :)

[icycoldninja]

I really like your DMC headcanons

Can you perhaps write a headcanon of the DMC men with a reader who is the granddaughter of Van Helsing (the 2004 version starring Hugh Jackman). She specializes in hunting Supernatural creatures, especially Vampires due to their destructive nature. She took pride of her profession due to it being a sort of family legacy but it brought lots of tragedies to her bloodline (it can be due to her loved one’s passing, etc..) so she felt somewhat conflicted with it as well

In the 2004 film version of Van Helsing, he turned into a Werewolf/Lycanthrope. Imagine how they’d react, seeing their beloved girlfriend, whom they thought was a normal human woman who happens to be a supernatural hunter, turns out to also be a Werewolf, a fearless yet ferocious and aggressive creature by night, craving for violence against those that wronged her

Thanks! Here you go.

Sparda Boys + V x Granddaughter of Van Helsing!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-So, you're the relative of a monstrous legend too? Welcome to the club, you'll fit right in with Dante Sparda.

-You being a supernatural hunter fits well with him--now you two can go on missions together!

-He thinks it's super cool you can turn into a werewolf and really admires that aggressive side of you.

-Your ferociousness gets him thinking all kinds of thoughts, even dirty ones.

-He will gladly follow you anywhere and help you defeat anything. Dante's not scared of no werewolf.

-If you need to be controlled, however, Dante will be there. He'll use his DT to hold you down or drag you off somewhere where you won't hurt others.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is also intrigued by your profession since it's so similar to his and looks forward to when you and him go on missions together.

-When he saw your werewolf form for the first time, he was shocked for a moment, but otherwise was unfazed. In fact, he's rather fond of this side of you.

-Your ferocity is MOTIVATING and inspires him to be MOTIVATED as well.

-He encourages you to take revenge for those that hurt you and even goes with you so he can see you in action.

-Is very curious to know if silver does actually harm werewolves. If so, he will inspect and put away any dangerous cutlery.

-Really wants to cuddle you when you're in werewolf form. He likes to imagine your fur is soft and fluffy.

□ Nero □

-Respects what you do and is glad you're taking part in your family "business", as he is too.

-Won't interfere with your work, though; he figures you don't need any help.

-Neither does he expect you to help him with his work--he's a grown man, he can manage things on his own.

-When he saw your werewolf form, he was shocked. His girlfriend was a werewolf. Holy fucking shit. Would you eat him?

-When you didn't eat him, however, and ran off to exact vengeance upon old foes, Nero was left standing there, confused.

-He shouldn't let you go and kill people, regardless of your reasoning, but...should he really mess with werewolf business?

● V ●

-V found your lineage to be quite interesting indeed. You, the granddaughter of a vampire hunting legend? Remarkable.

-He would love it if you accompanied him on devil hunting missions because he doesn't trust his own body and could easily collapse in the middle of nowhere with no one to help him.

-The night he discovered your werewolf form was a terrifying night indeed. All this time, he thought you were an ordinary human, when in reality, you were a werewolf?!

-He was apalled when he learned you run off to kill old enemies, but dared not stop you because he was to do so was folly--he was not strong enough.

-Still, he worries about you and what you do, making sure to bring these concerns to your attention when you're back to normal, even though there is little either of you can do about it.

-Best way to control your violent tendencies is to have V tie you down with nylon cord in a basement or other room lined with steel, lock and barricade the door, and have his familiars stand guard.

[thedeal-if]

How would the ROs react to an mc who randomly gets panic attacks when trying to sleep? They’ll just be laying there, maybe halfway to falling asleep and suddenly just sit up and trying to control their breathing. This happens to me quite often and made me curious.

I know what you mean :( lots of support💕

He’s more asleep than awake when it happens, but a lifetime of sleeping with one eye open predisposes even the heaviest of sleepers. Dante jolts up a beat after you do, a hand hovering over— over what?

“Ah, you startled me,” the demon’s whine is interrupted by a loud yawn, Dante expects an apology that never comes, he hears your laboured breath— “Shit— what?”

Out of his own shock and your unusual state, Dante shoots out of the bed like the mattress is burning. He thinks a lot— maybe too fast— are you drowning, dreaming, dying? Are you forever lost? Do you need him close, away, just as he is, or does he need to do something else? Should he call someone else? Dante doesn’t even know how to use a phone.

“I’m sorry,” is what he settles for. Just in case. Dante doesn’t know if there’s something he should apologize for, or if it’s a more general expression of sympathy for your distress “I—”

One of your hands grips his sleeve, tugs, it barely pulls but Dante follows your motion either way, lifts his arm, shuffles closer, forces the other arm to move.

Dante hugs you, kneeling on the bed, a blanket of warmth over you.

Lilith senses your strong reaction just a beat before it comes over you, they sit up at the same time as you, pulling the sheets back. Their heart aches at the knowledge that there is little she can do other than remain by your side, being as steady as they can for you.

It would be so unfair to call your frustration and your panic a wave, it all feels more like a storm to Lilith. Like staring out the window, they get a clear view of the downpour— and you’re in the middle of it. And Lilith…

“It’ll be okay, love, take your time,” they say soothingly.

Lilith edges closer. You don’t answer, they don’t expect you to, either. Your labored breath is the only sound breaking the silence until the Succubus speaks again.

“I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder,” and they do just that, but Lilith’s motion doesn’t stop there, and they slowly move until their fingers are cradling the back of your neck.

They repeat, “Take your time,” and, just to make sure you know “I’m here for you.”

For Josh, this is nothing new, he knows you and he’s seen you hit rock bottom once or twice—as you have witnessed with him too. Such a fact, on top of years and years of experience, would create the assumption that Josh actually knows what he’s doing.

But he doesn’t, not really. He has no fucking clue.

Josh knows the theory of it; he sits up a beat after you do, drags himself until he’s kneeling in front of you, holds your hand and presses it against his chest. It’s an unspoken dance and mission that Josh, ever so calm and collected—despite the frantic rhythm of his heart under your fingers—guides expertly. When your teary eyes land on Josh’s, he smiles a little.

“That’s right, you’re doing great— as always,” he says, the sweet praise that might or might not be just another step to calm you down, or to calm himself “Focus on me.”

The young witch had been asleep, the kind of deepness you take a while to shake off, but panic is often more effective than coffee—and a good descriptive word ‘panic’, to define what Villanelle feels and sees reflected in you. She tucks the distress away, shuffles until she’s kneeling, hesitates, then she rubs your back soothingly. With as much steadiness as she can transmit.

“You’re doing great, I know it hurts— I know everything sucks sometimes,” a somber admission Villanelle won’t ever address “But you’re so strong— so strong you can handle things like this. Just hold on, it’ll pass.”

Promising such a thing would be insincere. Hoping for it, insensitive.

“You’re great. You’re doing great,” is what she settles for instead.

Even when an apparent state of relaxation, Victor grows alert as easily as flicking a switch, with the cold calculation of a man ready for action. Many years—too many—of being an Exorcist, a Demon Hunter, have long since wired his brain to be more than ready to expect those creatures no matter what, no matter when.

But there’s no danger coming from the monsters, only from within you—as if that wasn’t worse.

Victor has never logically understood emotions. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand your turmoil: he definitely felt similarly on the day Maria disappeared—and every day ever since.

A window is opened to let in fresh air, the lights are turned on, Victor returns and sits beside you. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t reach out to touch you, he only waits until the worst has passed, by your side.

Aliyah sleeps and sleeps like a log, she could sleep forever, but when you move, she wakes with a startle all the same. The grip of shock comes and goes easily, it is very much beneath Aliyah to allow herself to succumb to Earthly emotions. Or so she thinks. The mask of indifference she often wears like her second skin slips into the face of a creature who has no fucking idea what she’s supposed to do to comfort a human.

She’s not even sure that she knows what’s wrong.

So many time Aliyah has told you to ‘suck it up’ that it’s almost a reflex for her to do so again, but the Genie bites her tongue.

A tentative hand pats you on the shoulder. Once. Then twice. It falls limp after looming over you for a few seconds.

“You can deal with this by yourself, but…” Aliyah’s voice sounds as resigned as she can muster. She sighs, “I got your back.”

Distress and corruption go hand in hand, and both concepts manage to make Nathan deeply uncomfortable. He doesn’t notice you’re not feeling okay at first—he sees you abruptly sitting up and finds himself smirking, any distraction against the persistent insomnia is more than welcomed—but then Nathan hears and sees your distress.

The Angel grants you one of the very scarce moments of seriousness that he’s managed to muster in his long life, the grins disappear like dust blown by the wind.

“Listen,” Nathan says, jumping to a sitting position, sounding strangely urgent in a way he can’t stand “I really don’t know what to do, and— I’ll understand if you get mad later. I'd encourage it, even.”

The Angel cradles your face, stares at your glazed eyes and remembers what it means to be a protector—what it means to be someone who cares, how badly it hurts—and the very scarce divinity in him does the rest.

Eden only knows what’s happening to you because she has experienced it in her own skin more than a couple of times—that debilitating moment in which her chest seemed to have a will of its own, one that was beyond precarious—so she knows it’s wistful thinking for her mind to say ‘there’s something I can do to take the pain away’.

Eden knows that there’s little she can do. Despite the unlimited power she holds at the tips of her fingers, she’s ultimately powerless in the face of discord.

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t try, it doesn’t mean she has the delusional desire to be the recipient of all your pain, just so you can breathe.

Eden doesn’t know when, or why, but she soon realizes she’s holding your hand.

She sighs, attempts to pull away, stops when you tighten your fingers around hers, and, ever the practical, she says “Give yourself a minute.”

[xerith-42]

yo yo could i perhaps have a crumb of your rewritten storyline for s2 ep 95? luv ur stuff

I always love people describing art in a fandom as crumbs. Makes me think I'm sitting on a park bench throwing out crumbs and bird feed to the local crows but instead of food I'm just tossing out pieces of paper with my inane ramblings about block people on them.

This is a segment of my rewrite of Season 2 Episode 95, titled Fool of a Muse. Said rewrite is the one with my oc Haven in it, so she's there because she's one of Laurance's emotional pillars, and I change Aph's name to Irena because I like fucking with her. I actually re-rewrote this scene a few weeks back to include some of the original dialogue to prove that aspects of the scene could work given the right context.

Fool of a Muse

Laurance tried to keep his head straight, but it simply wasn’t possible. Not there. Not while hearing her speak of secrets of the deceased. The voices of the calling were always louder when reminded of death, and staying in a tomb was practically asking them to start acting up. He left in order to get some space to clear his head, walking towards the beaches, hoping the ocean waves would drown out the sound.

Instead he found the opposite of what he wanted. Standing on the sands was Irena, a hand over her stomach, who turned at the sound of Laurance approaching. Clutched in her other hand was Aaron’s bandanna. The voices only got louder at the reminder and the sight of their target.

“Laurance? Is everything alright?” She asked softly. Laurance stepped back, which only worsened her concern.

“I-I’m fine,” He lied. Irena simply laughed, turning around to admire the sunset again.

“You don’t have to lie to me Laurance, I know that look.”

“You needn’t worry about my well being.” Laurance finally stepped closer to her, standing at her side and hesitating at the urge to try and hold one of her hands. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing… alright.”

“Now who’s lying?” Irena chuckled a little bit, and Irene help him if that wasn’t one of the most assuring sounds Laurance had heard. Even if it was shaky, she could still laugh.

“What makes you say that?”

“Dante told Garroth about what happened to you the other day. And Garroth couldn’t help but tell me.” Irena sighed, tucking the bandanna into her pocket.

“I told him to keep that between us. It was just an imp playing a trick on me.”

“Why are you trying to hide from me?”

“I’m not—”

“Yes you are.”

“I just don’t want to talk about it. Not while the wound is still fresh.”

“You know that Dante told Garroth because he’s your guard, and that’s why Garroth told me. It’s our sworn duty to take care of and protect you. We can’t do that if you refuse to tell us what’s happening.”

“I wasn’t going to keep it from you for long. This is a security issue on our island that would be brought to light in due time. I just… I needed time to process what I saw.”

“You mean who you saw.” Irena let out a sigh.

“Why did you run?” Laurance turned away.

“You know why.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

“Irena, I… I couldn’t be around you like that. The calling never ends, not in my waking hours. If I had seen the way you were immediately after his passing, I don’t know if I would have been able to hold myself back.”

“Are you sure that’s what this is?” Laurance finally looked to his side and saw Irena’s pitiful expression. They were alone. She was weak. He could just do it now.

“I told you, I’m not your problem to worry about.”

“I'm going to worry regardless. I know you aren’t proud of it, but you are prone to jealousy. I just want to ensure that’s not what this is.” Laurance looked away as his hands clenched into fists. Why was she pushing this?

“And what if it was?” Irena went silent. “Look, I’ll never pretend I understood Aaron, or why he did any of what he did. And I didn’t trust him entirely either, not after he hid he was the Lord of Falcon Claw from us.”

“Laurance, it’s not that simple—”

“What I want to know is why you cared so deeply for him. What made him so special he was worthy of your love?”

“I-I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Well I do.”

“Laurance, regardless of my feelings, he proved himself trustworthy to us. Remember when you turned? He saved my life without killing you.” Laurance held back rapidly growing tears.

“And I’m ashamed he had to do such a thing. But you’re avoiding the question.”

“Maybe it’s a question I don’t want to answer.” Irena’s continued refusal had Laurance already losing his patience. The voices had enough too.

“Why not?!”

“Laurance!” Garroth suddenly snapped. “That’s enough.”

“Stay out of this!” Laurance suddenly roared, his head jerking so he could snarl at the intervening guard. Irena moved back when she saw the flash of red in his eyes.

“It’s not our place to question her on personal matters.”

“Don’t pretend like you aren’t upset over this too.”

“I’m only upset I couldn’t protect my lord adequately. You should be grateful you have the opportunity, not throwing it away over your jealousy.”

“You weren’t here, Garroth! You didn’t see the way he acted around her!”

“I only wish I could have been. He made the ultimate sacrifice for her, and in turn did the same for me. You should understand that. You were lucky enough to come back from it.” Too far and Garroth knew it, but there was nothing he could do now. Anger flowed through Laurance faster than he could keep up with, the voices of the calling louder than his own thoughts. Garroth was right, he was taking this too far, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Don’t speak as if you understand the hell I’ve been through! The hell I went through just to get back to her! I’m here now so why care about him?!” Laurance’s eyes flashed back to their normal state, but by the time regret came to his expression, the damage was already done.

With those words, Haven finally moved from where she’d been watching the conversation, racing forward until she was a step away from Laurance, before slapping him across the face. Irena groaned, nearly falling over which made Garroth rush to her side while Laurance stood there in shock. When he finally could hear his own thoughts over the voices, he saw the tears building up in Havens eyes.

“Would you listen to yourself?!” Haven nearly screamed. “Would you think of saying the same thing if I had followed through?! If I had used my own life to break the realm barrier either of the two times I almost did it, would you be stupid enough to be enraged with someone for grieving over me?!”

“Y-You’re different–” Laurance couldn’t even fully remember what he said.

“Am I?! Aaron loved Irena the same way you love me! Would you accept someone yelling at you for mourning my death?!” Laurance opened his mouth, but closed it after a second. Then he noticed Haven’s hand on the handle of her sword, her sheath undone. “Whether you realize it or not, your selfish words have begun to harm Lord Irena. If you continue to do harm to my lord, I will not hesitate to strike you down.”

“Irena, you need some rest,” Garroth insisted as she groaned again. She just nodded, letting Garroth half pick her up and carry her over to her home.

“Will you stand down, or are you finally going to fight me?” Haven could see the battle in Laurance’s features. Streaks of red flashed through his eyes, and his pupils had begun to shake. There was a clear conflict about what the hell to feel and how to act on it. It went against his nature to wish harm on Haven, let alone Irena, but the calling was almost jumping at this chance. The voices in his head started to demand it.

But he couldn’t. Laurance’s shoulders slumped, and he stepped away from Haven, his humanity clearly winning. Haven still didn’t remove her hand from the handle of her sword, not until Laurance finally fell to his knee, tossing his sword aside, and hanging his head in shame.

“If you see it fit to punish me, do it now,” He insisted. “I have acted shamelessly, and allowed my emotions to cloud my judgment. Only a fool would ask for forgiveness, yet I throw myself at your feet to beg for it.” Haven sighed, finally buttoning up her sheath and taking her hands off of her sword.

“I will grant you what you ask, but in exchange you must promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“I need you to promise me that you won’t keep running away from how the calling making you feel.”

“Haven, I didn’t run today, and look what happened.”

“And look at how Irena didn’t even have the strength to yell at you to leave. Your Lord is in frail condition, both emotionally and physically.”

“The calling will tempt me.”

“And if you ran from it, she could die without you there to protect her.” Laurance groaned at the thought of it, something that clearly ran through his mind every day he was away from them, and Haven knew it. She knew Laurance frustratingly well. “And if Irena were to fall, not only would the grief of losing her begin to take hold of your mind, the calling would latch onto me next. Would you really risk that happening?”

“I would fall on my own sword before I ever considered hurting you.”

“Well you’re no good to me dead.” Haven glanced down at him. “Pick your head up.” Laurance raised his head to look at Haven, and she saw nothing but love and oh-so-human fear in those beautiful eyes of his. “I want you to promise me you won’t run from this. And if you do, know that I will follow after you.”

“Haven–”

“I didn’t before, remember?”

“And I told you–”

“I don’t care what you told me! Laurance–” Haven rolled her eyes and groaned as she tried to formulate the best way to word this to him. “Look, I know you guards struggle to understand this, but the people you’re protecting care about you. Even if you’re willing to go to ridiculous lengths to protect us, we’re willing to go to the same lengths to ensure you don’t die in the process.”

“Seems like an exhausting thing to do.”

“It is! If I were able to, I’d just stop caring about you sacrificial idiots! Unfortunately–” Haven looked down at that frustratingly charming smile of Laurance’s. He loved seeing Haven riled up and frustrated, and he was clearly enjoying the way she kept pausing to try and get through to him. They were both furiously stubborn, and he loved it. “Unfortunately, if I were in the Shadow Abyss that day, I would have thrown myself into whatever danger I had to in order to save your life.” Laurance froze for a moment, a chill going down his body.

“Haven, don’t say stuff like that.”

“What I’m trying to say is that you aren’t going to get away with this again. You can’t just keep running from the consequences. You wanna run off into danger, try to satiate yourself with isolation so you don’t want to kill somebody?! Too bad, cause I’ll be right behind you!”

“But I don’t want you to be!”

“But that’s not how the story goes.” Haven smiled as she knelt down in front of Laurance. “The poet will travel to hell and back just to get another glimpse at their muse.” Laurance sighed, finally relenting, taking his hand off of his knee and holding it out to Haven, who took it tenderly.

“And their muse will always follow, in hopes of hearing just one more note of their song.”

“So, darling muse, will you make this poet into a soldier who fights the fates for you?” Laurance looked up into Haven’s eyes, before pulling her hand closer and placing a kiss against it.

“My fabled poet, you need not do such a thing. They already fear you.” Haven giggled, before pulling Laurance into a kiss. It was slow, not about feeling particularly good, rather just about cementing in that promise. And the fact that Haven was easily the more stubborn of the two.