#felfruit

[sungracd]

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send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours . . .

ATTRACTIVENESS

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent (but emotionally stupid) || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD HAVE SEX WITH THEM

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || i’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF THEM

i hate them so much || i don’t like them || i don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || i’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || i think i like them || i like them || i’m not sure if i trust them || i trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || i think we’re going to get along || i really like them || i think i’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM

i hate them so much || i don’t like them || i don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || i’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || i think i like them || i like them || i’m not sure if i trust them || i trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || i think we’re going to get along || i really like them || i think i’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || i dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed (but vergil is probably bad at it)

[a-vctlan]

ꜰᴇʟꜰʀᴜɪᴛ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ:

97﹕ sender has hidden a injury from receiver, and receiver finds out. ( for kyrie 👉👈 )

@felfruit

ᴋʏʀɪᴇ ᴅɪ ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀ

The silence that followed after Vergil's every step seemed to bring with it a preemptive end to any possible conversation, a ghost trailing after the living, never quite making the first move to interact, all the while recoiling from any attempts made to approach him -- but he was trying, and by that Kyrie would stand. He lingered in the halls, he observed, and no doubt judged them and their homey lifestyle... but he stayed.

Nero trusted him, wanted to give him a chance to reacquaint himself with his own humanity, to atone and repent... and besides that, Nero had made it quite clear that Vergil was there on their terms, and any misstep would be harshly scrutinized, with Kyrie as the head of the house becoming the 'unbiased' judge to his behavior.

So far, she had naught to say, spare perhaps some pity she pushed back, well aware that men of his standing would see it as an affront to their character, an admission of weakness on their part. ( False angels dressed in white. Her brother's chin raised high. ) She simply wished that Vergil would see that their welcoming of his presence was genuine, no matter his past misdeeds against them, against Nero.

That weakness was not sin, but a right, vulnerability mandatory in order to be fully human.

And perhaps that's the line of thought that had her pause when she checked over their first aid supplies, taking note of the missing scraps of bandages and gauze she had put aside. In a home like theirs, between Nero and Nico constantly finding new ways to injure themselves in their work, these items had a tendency to disappear... but they were not home, now vacant through the sheer mundane nature of grocery shopping. It was just her in the kitchen, stew idly murmuring on low heat, and Vergil who'd been in the study when she last saw a glimpse of him.

... She might be passive, avoidant of conflict, but this was her home -- and she would not have a guest suffer needlessly in silence. She wipes her hands on her apron before making sure nothing would run off the stove, deciding in her mind that she'd at least check if he'd need anything. Perhaps it was nothing, her mind running wild with the slight awkwardness that it was trying to get to know a man who struggled with allowing himself to be perceived as a member of their admittedly rambunctious found-family. She wouldn't know unless she checked.

And if there is one thing to take into advantage was the lightness of her steps, her presence almost background noise to beings people so embed with power. Through each doorway she peers, finding no one, and for a moment she wonders if he didn't just leave until she notes the lights on in the garage, all the way across the house from where she'd been... she knocks, but hesitates not to open the door.

The worries eating at her mind are confirmed, and it's hard not to let her expression slip into that slight furrow of brows, betraying her attempts to seem neutral, worry clear in her expression.

But she'd seen blood, and she'd seen scars -- making a scene out of this would surely just push him away, especially when questions ought to be raised to his inability to merely heal these wounds on his own. Was he weakened? Had something gone wrong during their stay in hell? Need he time to acclimate himself to being on this side of hell's gate? She chews briefly on her lower lip, idly biting back these questions, before averting her gaze to the floor, wanting to give the man some of the privacy she'd revoked.

"... We have more bandages in the kitchen if you need them." A small offer to start with, testing the waters. "Dinner is almost ready, and Nero and Nico ought to be back soon as well..." And so he would have to finish licking his wounds elsewhere, if isolation was what he sought. "If you don't want to worry them, I will not tell them, all I ask is that you let us know if there is something wrong. We want to help, however we might, Vergil."

[dantes--rebellion]

🔥

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Uh, I might catch shit for this but I absolutely hate the idea of The Lady In Red and that Vergil had sex with some random woman. I’m not saying I don’t think it happened, obviously if we’re told it’s canon, it’s canon. But still I can’t stand it. And with that goes the other thing I can’t stand; self-insert OCs. 

I don’t like them in general but I really hate it when Nero’s mom is used as a vehicle for that. OC, fine, but self-insert just because you want to be Vergil’s wife? It’s a level of cringe I can’t handle. I also hate when people post their reader x sparda boys stuff in the main game tags. 

No offense to anyone that might follow me that likes that stuff, it’s just not my wheelhouse. I’m picky about OC’s in general so I’m certainly not interested in Vergil being in love and knocking up some rando woman. Or any woman. He’s gay, there I said it lol. 

[vitavitale]

@felfruit​ sent:  Does V have a lazer pointer for shadow?

// He does! But she is not amused by it for long. She is too sophisticated to be entertained by simple toys omfg. Though it depends tbh.

[pactsborn]

Do any of the animal familiars have any sort of scratchy spot? like a place they like being pet at. Also would they ever comfort V if he had gotten particularly sad in the moment? asking for a friend.

@felfruit || some very important questions thank u! 

Shadow has some of the typical preferred scratching spots associated with housecats. Under her chin, around her ears and whiskers are solid areas; with the belly being an absolute danger zone trap (although if you’re lucky and she really likes you, you may rub it uwu) sometimes after a long day she’s amenable to having her sides and legs rubbed, but if given the opportunity it’s safest to stick with the preferred spots! A big condition of her accepting pets at all is she must of course like the person. Unwanted touches or unwelcome people are taken as an invasion that she will retaliate violently for. But for those she loves, she can be quite snuggly. 

Griffon is less likely to enjoy being petted than Shadow does, but he’s not opposed to it. Brief stroking around his beak or the back of his head/neck is best. Adviseable to stay away from his wings. Not only does he not care for that much, but there might be lingering electricity that could give you a nasty static shock even if he doesn’t mean to. He’s not much of a cuddler so it’s best to only touch him for brief periods then give him space after that. If he likes you he’ll hover nearby.

Nightmare doesn’t really understand nor desire any sort of affection. Physical interactions with it have always been utilitarian so even after gaining greater sentience post-5 he wouldn’t understand what a hug means, for example. But he’s not opposed to, say, having his orb carried around or being held when manifesting in a smaller form (think V’s mini familiar taunts).

Edit: Whoops I forgot to address the V thing! They absolutely would comfort V, in their own ways. We’ve seen in the games and VoV that they sincerely do care for him. Shadow would, I think, offer comfort in the form of pressing her nose into his hand or standing close to him, so basically through physical mannerisms with the intent of making him not feel alone. Griffon is a little trickier. His ‘comfort’ is far more likely to be verbal, but he’s also not the type to give words of affirmation. He might poke at what he considers to be bothering V to get him to talk about it (the ’thinking about mommy dearest’ banter), or crack some sarcastic jokes as a distraction.

[mvndus]

@felfruit​ | asked: Binch

Do you just wake up with your feelings hurt or is there a special occasion? 

[demonslayvr]

@felfruit​    |    x

 Expressionless and firm brows helped mask a face of longing — orbs of ice showing scant traces of feeling much but neutral ground, though, clutched in his grasp had been the pendant that was bestowed him as a child, the gem in its center gleaming with what looked like a red sea of stars imprisoned within. Shining at his touch as if it were an old friend greeting him and, like instinct, he gripped it tighter in his palm as if afraid it should slip from him again; lost. For what purpose Dante had in returning it was an answer Vergil needed not, only that what few possessions he had could remain with him.

  “Perhaps.”, he returned, in listless recollection, eyes never leaving what lie in his steel grip.

                >> 🔥 <<                   STORM GRAY HUES REST    on vergil for a moment,   taking note of how he reacts to the object that now sits in his hand.   the empathetic side of the younger brother tries to gauge how vergil was feeling    -    the pendent held much history between them and had formerly held much contempt.   the red jewel held fast in the silver chain,    gripped tight in a fingerless gloved hand while the younger twin who was now    staring    held his own hands at his hips,   resting on the holsters of ebony and ivory.

              ❝        naw,    with th’ way yer actin’ with th’ thing    .  .   ‘m gonna say it really does matter t’ya as it does t’me to have ‘em.       ❞            

[cantillat-moved]

@felfruit​ We the people love one shit head son 💙💙💙

Cue awkward shit head noises.

this is going to be interesting

[secondborn-cambion]

“How’s it hangin’, grumpy cat~? Raised any memorials to our crippling mommy issues today?”

[tyriandemonroyalty]

Continued from...

@felfruit

Sparda chuckled, second nature spurning him to lift the small creature who had clung to him.

“Oh, tot,” he cooed. Minie, mine.. Baby mine.. Demonic instincts were frightfully strong and perhaps stronger or as strong as Eva’s own instincts with her twins.  “Are they being cruel to you, prince?”

[inferniangod]

@felfruit​ started following you

    That scent. No...it couldn’t be. Ifrit stopped in the middle of his stride, his feet firmly planting him to the ground in a frozen pause. Ember lit eyes turned to the aura he sensed...

Sparda...? 

No...

His son. 

“Come out boy. I know you’re here.”  The  ginger muttered, burning eyes roaming the dark shadows of the forest around him.

“Vergil, yes?’

[sungracd]

if you were a deity, what would you be the god of ?

BEAUTY AND RELATIONSHIPS   you are a very prideful deity .  you know your worth ,  you know your power ,  and you know your beauty .  people come to you for love and confidence .  you may seem calm but when your worth or beauty is in question wrath fills you .  it’s common to see those who question you on those matters face a life of loneliness .

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[dantes--rebellion]

*Naps on bro*

*feels bro up while asleep* 

[demonslayvr]

@felfruit​    |    x

 Pooled among empty alcohol bottles, parfiat glasses, half eaten cakes and assorted streamers, lay a partly naked younger sibling, nursing what could only be the last of the previous nights drink -- unaware that that too had been drained of its contents. Vergil had been warned of a party almost daily since their return to the surface and, only partly listening, opted to go elsewhere and revisit old libraries to pass the time and to avoid any nature to be roped into any of Dante’s poor decisions. To this display, there had been many poor choices he could count. Upon surveying the rest of the office space, the older had noted Dante’s female companions draped over various furniture, the encroaching morning sun casting shadows through the blinds and onto their soft breathing bodies -- chests rising and falling with light sleep.

  “Yes... empty principles.”, he spoke, carefully reaching down and shaking loose the bottle that was tightly knit in his brothers hand and castings it aside, hearing it shatter as it fell. Gripping each wrist in his palms, Vergil had dragged his brother to a near by couch, propping him in it before not so gently throwing the red leather coat at him.

  “Rest, idiot.”

                >> 🔥 <<                    IT HAD BEEN A HOOT OF A PARTY,    it rather obvious with how much of a disaster the agency currently looked with streamers strung all over the place.    the now empty alcohol bottle all snug under his arm while the cambion    practically    cuddled it as he rubbed at his face with his free hand.    it had been a long session of drinking that got him piss drunk in the first place    ----    but for the first time in a long while it wasn’t out of wishing to forget.   he was happy    ;    happy to have his brother back   (    even if he didn’t even show up to his own fuckin’ party.    figures.   )     where he can actually watch him.   a small growl of annoyance left the younger as some light of the morning came through cracks of the large windows that sat ahead of the desk at the front.

              ❝       hey don’   ---       ❞          too late.   his complaint was ignored as it usually was when it came to being left alone    (    vergil    KNEW   what was best for him yadda yadda.   give him a break    !!   )    but flinched as the bottle shattered close by.              ❝       didn’ have t’ toss it    .  .    i can move m’self   .  .       ❞           he growls,   it weak and rather pitiful coming from the demon slayer as he landed on the couch with an    oof    as he plopped on it,   grunting as his coat was thrown at him.

             ❝       had one.       ❞          

[cantillat-moved]

@felfruit​ ❝ Don’t get the wrong idea. ❞

❝ I get it. You are calling dibs on all the stupid ideas. You are a greedy one, aren’t you? ❞ the smirk formed in the corner of his lips despite the dire situation. There was one thing the two could agree: the last thing either wanted was the other’s assistance, yet it was their only way out of the predicament. In fact, aside from Dante, there was no-one better for the job than the present company. Geez, if there is such thing as fate then it certainly has a twisted sense of humor. ❝ So, for clarity’s sake: what’s the right idea? ❞ a half-tease, half-challenge. 

[vischys]

What Planet Rules You

Link to the quiz

Moon

Sensitive, understanding, all-consuming in the most subtle ways. Despite how deeply you feel things, and how much you need time to understand those feelings, you have an amazing ability to roll with the punches. Your deep emotional sensitivity is your strongest asset and your biggest weakness.

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