#nero x all songs

[lanalace]

Gifts Given [Yandere Merman x FemReader]

Word count: 2,328

Summary: Nero Sol Nifan has waited for a mate for years while suffering from the madness that came as a side effect of the power he was bestowed. One day, he met you. His salvation. The only obstacle is that you were human. However, that was only an obstacle for you because he doesn’t plan to let you go.

Chapter 1 - Lost and Found

Life was a routine. Wake up, hunt, sleep and repeat. Occasionally the merman would share in song with the rest of his kind but that was it. He hated it. He was forever bored and life just felt mundane. Nero Sol Nifan was a 250 years old merman. He had reached maturity at 200 and had expected to find his mate within the first decade but no such luck. For a being so highly valued, it crushed his spirits. 

Most merfolk found their mates within the first decade of reaching reproductive age, so why hadn’t he? Every decade after that was just an insult to injury. It was an open wound that grew larger with each year that passed without finding his mate and he was becoming desperate, though he would never show it on the outside.

He was told by an elder that most unmated males felt this way at his age and that this was quite normal to feel anxious and desperate. But being unmated for years would start to dull the outlook on life and not a single female that has sought him out was his fated one. None so much as interests him. Every mermaid had a destined match, however that never stopped them from copulating until the day they found their mate.  He had both females and males fawn over him, within and outside of the mating cycles. But he rejected every single one of them. ‘If swimming to warmer waters was not ingrained in my biology, I would avoid it all together.’ Merfolk could enjoy each other's bodies whenever they pleased but only during mating cycles could offspring be produced and that's usually when most of his kind met their fated partner. 

He still held hope that he would be able to find his mate despite his age. So he made sure to always carry the betroval item in a white satchel around his hip, inside was a bracelet of brilliant large baroque pearls and shiny yellow gold spacers. It was of the highest quality and extremely rare/hard to acquire which is why he was the only merman to have such jewels grace his body and soon so would his person who he’d live out his days with. For now, having to watch the rest of his kind find their pair and their release in each other every year while he could not just enraged him. He was almost tempted to kill some of those pretentious merfolk. He could do so very easily but he decided against it. He could do it so very easily.

Nero Sol Nifan was the strongest, priding himself on becoming most desirable for when he found his future mate. Due to him not finding his mate for many cycles, he focused on honing his skill, reaching new heights that others previously could not. Now he was almost twice the size of a normal mermen, more muscular than the rest of his kind which would usually put him at a disadvantage for being so dense. It did mark him slower, however, that didn’t last long, he had trained his body night and day to be the fastest. Not only that, due to his intense training, he developed a power, a gift believed to be given from the great goddess of the sea. He had gained the ability to not only communicate telepathically with all sea life but he could also manipulate them freely to do his bidding. This made the fear, envy and love of him grow. He was like a God among his people.

Though his people viewed it as a gift, he couldn’t completely see it as such. Telepathy was a very useful skill to have but it was not within his control. It doesn’t turn off and more often than not, it was absolutely maddening. He was subjected to countless screams of pain, secrets he didn’t care to know, hatred, envy, unwanted depraved desires from unworthy mermaids. All of it was simply too much. As a result, he quickly began isolating himself, moving farther and further away from merfolk and into less populated waters. He was hoping distance might somehow help with the constant radio noise in his head. But he found it within an underwater cave, instead.

There cave was huge. It looked like an enclosed beach. There were bioluminescent fungi scattered along the ceiling and walls, giving the cave an almost magical feel. He looked at the beautiful glow of the cave, watching the pool leading to the ocean reflect off of the jagged walls. 

“Magnificent.” He said under his breath. He had never seen such a wondrous sight this deep under water. 

Nero Sol Nifan beached himself on the sandy floor of the cave, slipping his massive silver-white tail out of the water and curling it by his side. The moment he did that the noise in his head quieted down just a bit. It was still ever so present but it took the edge off. 

“Why is it that I was cursed by you, my goddess?” He spoke to the pool of water before him. He was expecting a response of some kind but was met with silence, the surface only reflecting his beautiful, milky face back at him. How he wished that he could go back to the time where he thought life was mundane. 

He sighed and laid himself down on a nearby rock that could pass as somewhat of a diving board. He was angry with the goddess, he cursed her name in his head and his hatred built for this deceitful deity who had taken his sanity. But he needed to rest. 

50 years later~

Nero Sol Nifan woke up to the sound of fish screaming in his head. He never got use to this day in and day out chaotic noise. He looked a little worse for wear since the days before his life became his own personal hell. His eyes looked dull, dark circles have taken up permanent residence under his eyes, tinged with red from the endless stress. His handsome face looked a bit haggard but that was not enough to take away much from his beauty. 

He dragged himself out of his cave and into the water. He hadn’t eaten in a few days, wishing to just parish within the walls of his cave. But today, something told him to go out. He didn’t understand the urgency amidst the buzzing chatter in his mind but he followed his instincts.

The white tailed merman swam out into the open ocean in search of his next meal. He felt uneasy today but brushed it off. It happened to be a rather dreary day, the waters were turbulent and a bit colder than normal while the world above was crying heavily. He knew that he could simply manipulate any fish to come to him and have an easy meal but he enjoyed hunting. It gave him a chance to release a small bit of the madness that he lives with daily on his prey. 

That’s when he spotted a school of red snapper fish. The bright color caught his sharp lilac eyes in an instant and he was off. Speeding quickly in their direction, with his large tail pistoling him forward. The smaller prey was easily more elusive than a larger catch but he made quick work of them. Keeping up with the fast changing paths of the snappers, he allowed the chase to go on a tad bit longer than necessary before slicing through the school with his massive claws, skewering 8 of them onto his claws. That was enough for a meal so he indulged right then and there as the rest of the school swam off. 

He was pleased, this meal would sustain him for the next two days. With a full stomach, the handsome merman lazily began his journey back to his cave. Had the water been steady today he would have basked in the rays of the sun instead. 

“Unfortunate.” He grimaced to himself.

He didn’t get more than a few feet away from his original position when he heard and unusual crash behind him. The white hair merman turned tin the direction of the sound and what he saw confused him

“A human?”

‘What was a human doing so far away from land?’ He thought to himself. There were no ships in the water, he would have seen it. Heck, he would have heard all the fish nearby chattering about it. His tired eyes landed on the sinking figure and his heart tightened. He felt something akin to panic start to take over him. It had been so long since he had felt anything outside of rage or pity for himself. He had the human in his arms before he even realized that he moved to catch her.And just like that, his world grew quiet. Nero Sol Nifan’s face grew into an incredulous look and his body trembled. 

“I can’t hear anything anymore.” His eye expanded in shock as he slowly looked down at the human in his arms and his grip tightened around the creature’s body. 

With a clear mind for the first time in ages, the merman blew a large bubble around the girl, encasing her within the translucent orb. He swam full speed to his cave, reaching there in record time. He pushed the bubble to the surface of the pool and burst it, catching the being and resting her on the crystal like sand. He brought his head to her face and listened carefully but no sound escaped those lips. 

“No!” He cried out. ‘I will not lose my salvation the moment I finally have it.’

 He gripped the creature's shoulder and shook hard a few times, noting how small and fragile you felt in his hands. Unfortunately, that did not work either. His panic rose because he thought that the human might have died so he placed his hand on its head.

“Still warm.” He whispered and that knowledge calmed him. Thinking quickly, he performed the maneuver that he had witnessed sailors use on their own kind on several occasions by pressing his palm on breast bone and applying pressure repeatedly. He was careful of his strength, knowing he could break such weak bones easily. It took about 30 seconds before the human's eyes flew open and it sat up, coughing up water.

‘It actually worked.  Thank goodness that I was able to preserve this human life.’ He sighed with relief. The merman eye the frail thing as it continued coughing and sucking in air, he could only see the back of its head from where he sat. ‘It looks so weak compared to the ship dwellers.’ His thoughts stopped there because that object of his quiet thoughts turned to face him and met his inquisitive gaze. 

The moment their eyes met, his cold heart froze. It was as if time stopped in that moment as he looked upon the tiny human. She was female, with thick, long h/c hair clinging to her face and back. Her dazzling e/c eyes sparkled like jewels with the tears she had yet to fully shed and a small coral pink lips that attracted he wished to touch. His heart started back up and it throbbed in his chest. He never thought his cold heart would beat for a human. His body felt so hot from the top of his cheeks to the base of his tail. 

‘What is this? My body feels so hot. Almost like it is mating season yet different. I feel drawn to this creature. Could this be my mate? Is this what all my suffering was for? To make sure that I was kept pure for this little human?’ It was uncomfortable but strangely pleasant. It was like nothing he had ever felt before but he decided he liked the feeling. It was exciting. ‘So this is my mate. I have cursed the goddess of the sea everyday for the past five decades because of this damned curse but she not only bestowed me with power, she also has gifted me this precious female. I am terribly sorry goddess I have wronged you and been ungrateful and undeserving. I will never look down on the blessing you have provided me again. I will never question you again.’ 

He was so caught up in his own inner thoughts that hadn’t even realized how terrified his tiny mate-to-be looked. She eyed him with fascination and great fear while she inched away from him. He didn’t like that one bit, narrowing his eyes, he yelled at her.

“Stay!�� 

But the little female squealed in response, throwing her small hands out in front of her in defense. Her little scream sounded melodic to his ears. He found himself wanting to hear her talk to him so he spoke again, this time gentler. 

“Female, you are safe. I have saved your life. I will not harm you.” He reached a webbed hand out to her slowly, intending to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. But the girl flinched away and started speaking in a rushed manner. 

“Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. I promise I don’t taste good. Even sharks don’t like people meat. So please just stay where you are.” 

He retracted his arm and gave a small smile endearingly. Due to all the excitement, he had completely forgotten the language barrier. He did not understand her at all but her voice was so pretty and soft that he instantly liked it. It suited her feminine appearance well. If she had had a tail, he wouldn’t even blink twice and acknowledge her as a beautiful mermaid just based on her appearance and voice. 

Fast as lightning, he snatched the human's outstretched wrist and pulled her to him. Before she could so much as scream, the merman pressed his lips to her. 

[Chapter 2 is out!]

[icycoldninja]

Can you write a reader who is a jazz singer with the DMC men?

my main inspiration for this headcanon is the ‘Stay High’ cover by Haley Reinhart in the style of 1930’s vintage jazz: https://youtu.be/7hHZnvjCbVw?si=EnbZch_hwT4B-hi1

Maybe it’s the weekend when the gang decided to hang out at a local pub but since it was closed due to maintenance reasons, they decided to hang out at a random jazz bar instead. Turns out, it’s much better than they expected, it’s cozy; the drinks are delicious; the vibes are immaculate but most importantly, the jazz singer is devilishly talented with the way her singing had managed to bewitch everyone’s heart and soul. It doesn’t help when she’s quite a looker as well

Sure!

Sparda boys + V x Jazz Singer!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante was just chilling at this new bar that opened up, not expecting much, just some mediocre drinks.

-Then a song began to play and singer had one of the prettiest, sultry voices he'd ever heard.

-Dante was absorbed in your singing, and when the song eventually stopped, he had to admit, he was disappointed.

-He'd heard plenty of talented singers in his lifetime, sure, but you could beat them all any day.

-He found himself returning to that pub several times a week, not for the drinks, as the others at Devil May Cry might assume, but for you.

-When he'll actually get up and talk to you is a mystery, though.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil didn't want to go to that bar, initially, but he let everyone drag him along because secretly he wants to spend time with them.

-He was sitting awkwardly in the corner like the dork he was, until he heard a new song began to play and this lovely voice start singing.

-He was completely lost in your singing, unable to concentrate on his book, forgetting that he was sitting next to other people, and for a moment, looked up from his poetry to see the face of this gorgeous singer.

-He'd never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Standing up there, illuminated by the dim bar lights, you looked like an angel.

-Vergil really wanted to introduce himself because if he didn't, you might disappear forever, but he was just so internally nervous, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

-With some nudging from Dante the others, he managed to MOTIVATE himself enough to walk up there and talk to you. He ended up chatting with you for about 15 minutes before walking away with an ego boost and your phone number written on paper in his pocket.

□ Nero □

-Nero was supposed to just be going out for a night with his dad and uncle, not to fall in love.

-But here he was, sitting against the counter of a bar, some lame-tasting drink in his hands, condensation dripping down the sides of the glass as he stared languidly at the stage.

-And there you were, in your lovely white dress, belting out lyrics Nero wasn't really paying attention to. Your voice was all he needed to focus on, all he would ever focus on, if given the chance.

-Dante saw him ready to fall asleep thanks to your singing and decided to punch Nero in the shoulder to make sure he didn't fall asleep. Then he urged him to go introduce himself before it was too late.

-Nero is far too introverted to care; he doesn't have to talk to you to enjoy your beautiful singing voice, so he tells Dante to leave him the F alone.

-Nero keeps coming back to that bar. You've see him so many times, he might as well live there. Perhaps you will be the one to introduce yourself first.

● V ●

-V decided it would be a good idea to walk around and stretch his legs for a bit, and ended up venturing into a pub.

-V isn't one to drink, but after noticing the menu offered cheaply priced tea, he decided it wouldn't hurt to sit and relax a while.

-He watched several shows and listened to a few live songs, but none of them could compare to the splendor that was your singing.

-After hearing you for the first time, V's mind was absolutely blown. You sounded like an angel, a true celestial being descended from heaven to bless his ears.

-V relished the moment; the song had served to inspire him to wrote poetry, right there in the bar.

-While he might never go and introduce himself, but he will keep returning to this bar, just to hear you sing.

[sexhaver]

I read once that people should find wine recommendations by looking at prominent sommeliers who already like profiles you like, not because they're objectively correct at wine, but their tastes align with yours and they will likely speak to other wines you would like. I just listened to Tarot Sport by Fuck Buttons because you mentioned it and I really like it, do you have any other music recs in general

oh man this is the nicest compliment ive gotten on my musical taste in a minute! if you like the polyrhythmic aspect of Fuck Buttons where they layer sounds on top of each other until it sound like white noise but if you listen from the beginning with headphones you can still pick out every individual layer, check out Lauren Bousfield. her entire discography is good but Avalon Vales and Palimpsest are my personal favs. if you really like those and need more you can check out some of her earlier work under Nero's Day At Disneyland, specifically From Rotting Fantasylands

if you like having Fuck Buttons on in the background as study music, start looking into old Boiler Room sets on Soundcloud. these don't inherently have much in common other than being good background music but you asked me for recs in general so here are some of my fav sets:

Baauer B2B RL Grime at Ray-Ban x Boiler Room SXSW (warning: this set has the best music but also worst hype woman of all time)

Bonobo Boiler Room DJ Mix (this one was playing as i wrote most of my essays in college)

Purity Ring 45 Minute Mix Boiler Room Montreal (please please please skip to 22 minutes in if you listen to nothing else here, that segment singlehandedly gave me so much more respect for Purity Ring than actually seeing them live in 2012 did)

XXYYXX 60 Minute Set Boiler Room Los Angeles (whole thing is good but skip to 24 minutes in lol)

okay this last one isn't Boiler Room at all but uh. umru ♭⒉♭ fraxiom at Lavapalooza is Umru and Fraxiom doing Minecraft parody covers of hyperpop songs at a concert that happened in Minecraft itself. but it's unironically kind of good at certain points if you have the same kind of brain damage i do where you enjoy Fuck Buttons

[regulationhottie7905]

Nico strikes me as subconsciously and passively suicidal, for at least most of the books. He consistently takes extremely dangerous and life threatening quests, usually one after another, without any rest or breaks.

I think that’s how he copes with the loss of Bianca and hides from everything else he doesn’t want to think about. He feels weird around Percy? Doesn’t mean anything- it’s just because Percy’s going to die, so he needs to find a way to save him. His dad said he liked his sister better? Doesn’t matter if he’s too busy trying to figure out where his next meal is going to come from. He misses his sister? That’s fine, he ran into another sister, he’ll just take care of her instead. He distracts himself, because the enormity of what he’s been through could destroy him entirely.

That’s why he fell apart in Tower of Nero, in particular- he’d pushed everything into the back burner, but Jason’s death ripped everything back open. He quits eating, he quits sleeping, he’s worse than he’s ever been- because there’s no distraction. He doesn’t have to worry about a safe place to sleep or where his next meal is coming from or find safe water to drink. He’s physically safe so there’s no escape from his own mind. There’s nothing to distract him.

This was why I felt robbed in TSATS. I thought we were going to get an exploration of Nico and his healing process. I thought we were going to get an interesting insight into Will’s character. I thought we were going to see an interesting dynamic in the horror of Tartarus- Nico’s been here before, and while it’s retraumatizing, could there almost be an aspect of familiarity? Because he knows this routine, this song and dance, this “save the world, or a friend, or a stranger, or anyone so I don’t have to face myself” thing he does. What about Will? Would Will be scared, or would Tartarus come as no surprise to him? He saw the horrors of war at 12. He watched his siblings die in front of him, became the head medic and head of his cabin, when he was only a sixth grader. Would Will be as shocked and horrified by Tartarus as you first think, or would it be no surprise to him? Would we see Nico fall back into his old patterns of isolation and how would Will confront that? Were we going to get an insight into how Will’s trauma has affected him? What if they ran into Ahklys? Were they going to return to something close to their BoO dynamic? (I hoped so) Would any character confront Nico about how, while they should rescue Bob, that doesn’t mean he should return to his old patterns?

But no. Tartarus is dumbed down. Bob is rescued way too easily. Solangleo is turned into Perabeth 2.0 but shitty. All of Nico’s trauma is fixed by a couple conversations with Dionysus and not much else. Will has the personality of a cardboard cutout with nerdy stickers from SHEIN stuck on it. Percabeth has a cameo that makes no sense. Nico apologizes to Piper and it makes no sense.

The nightmare scenes read like a 3 days in the infirmary fic from Wattpad circa 2018. I literally skipped expanses of the nightmares because they not only dragged, but were unbearably bland and repetitive. Nico listens to Lil Nax X apparently and now knows modern slang (but not really bc RR is a middle aged white guy. Could have been interesting if it was intentionally written like that, but it wasn’t). There’s a weird line about how much “Maria’s” death affected Nico. It was Bianca. Rick, for the love of fucking god, it was Bianca.

He messed up how many days Nico was in the jar for. He included a scene where Nico is given the pomegranate seeds, even though Hazel says in TMOA (or maybe it’s TSoN, I’m not 100% sure) that Nico has shown them to her before and says he always carries them with him in case of an emergency.

The characterization stuff? That can be excused as my opinion. Tartarus losing its horror that it had in THOH? Extremely disappointing, but you can say that it’s a kids book and that I’m just reading too much into it (except I could read both books side by side and compare inaccuracies so don’t feel to comfortable in saying that)

But the timeline errors? What’s the excuse for that? And the majority of the fandom is just willing to overlook that just to… what? Spend money on worse than mediocre books when much more thoughtful and lovely fanfictions exist?

Anyways, tsats was a money grab imo and I hate it.

[vgperson]

Vocaloid Highlights: April 2023

No foolin', she IS the star. Highlights Archive

========== Stand-Outs ========== April Star Toe Loop Cheap Property King Queen Jack Dance Samsa Heart-Fluttering Star☆Land! Nero Misfortune All Ameri A Brief History of Us Gourami Kiss Spring Express Train Unclear Wisdom Requiem Startling Dystopia Kotonoha Dance Da-Da-Da-Dance Strobe Caster Euphobia Record of Exile Simulcaster Know Misery Rain Shelter Babel Obscured Mad Head Worm Open Eyes Lost in Void

========== Worth Your Time ========== Anomaly You-Colored Sky Non-Inevitable Greed Gazer One Day At A Time Ms. Dummy Insomnia Meaningless Music FROM A TREASURE BOX On a Night of Red Ruin Be The MUSIC! Closing the Distance to You Absolute Status Quo Keeping Imitation in the Mirror Burnit!! Plant Human MAGIC CITY NIGHT Diva In Praise of Youth Apple and Pomegranate Retro Future Being Dream Dancer Rainy Noise Words Are Longing To Get Out Happy End Konpeito and Love Horoscope Let Me See Water Space Ultramarine Let's Die Together With the Piano After It Breaks You Don't Listen To People, Huh Fleeting Eternity RED Final Correspondence Muddy Bouquet Demo Song Dream Girl I'm Home Haustier Conspiracist I Just Can't Live SUSHI-GO-ROUND Destruction Girl The Same Outcome Gerbera Lost Forever Impurity save to heart Aster Stop the HICCUP Midnight Railroad Crossing Last Order Spring Haze, Clouding in Windstorms If Life Has a Weight Happy Creator Te-Te-Te Metamorphose Lost City Girl Love and Sakura are Moments. Season's Cheeks and Wonderland Night Walk Gold Prize Rainy Raine-chan '89 Da Da Dawn Our Experiment Sound of Spring's Departure Trash Can Search Climber Wind Sprint Won't Kill Divine Possession Parallel White Clouds Lethal Pervert Waiting in the Sea Sorrow's Pocket Nothing to Sell But Kindness Light Blue Damage Fashion Poor Loser Gymnastics #1 Seriously Sick Blossom Scar PAREIDO (Parade) Anaphylaxis X-Mark Batter Your Point of View The Day I Learned Love PLUG→OUT Labyrinth Lamentin' Bein' Sick (Special Version) Reminiscence Poetry Vanity L Violet Refrain & Remind Round and Round and Under Teto-Teto-Toteto Monologue The Day's End Boiling Isol-ization (2023 ver.) Beyond Sleep, It Doesn't Rain. You said you love me

[garbinge]

Snow Angel

Wendy Case & F!Reader Nero Padilla & F!Reader Jax Teller x F!Reader 30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 3.5k words A/N: This is a really heavy fic. Inspired by the song Snow Angel by Renee Rapp

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, ADDICTION, ABUSE, SELF HARM, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, MAIN CHARACTER DEATH, INSINUATES READER DEATH, this is an extremely heavy fic, like probably the darkest, heaviest fic I’ve ever written. This is everything not to do when coping and grieving.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics (have been a bit inactive on tumblr so this might not be up to date, if you'd like to be added to my SOA taglist please shoot me a message!)

After Jax’s funeral you left California. You were sure that there were whispers around Charming about you, that you were running away, not facing your destiny, not stepping up. But none of that mattered to you. The entire state weighed too much on you, the memories, his memory, it was like a feeling that hit you when you entered state lines. When you left, you thought the feeling would fade, that maybe you could go back to normal, back to who you were two years ago before you met Jax, before you fell in love with him. Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the case. You were 3,000 miles away but shortly after your first week back out east, you realized that even though Jax’s memory was littered all over California, he was here with you too. Most people kept that thought close to their hearts, it offered comfort to most who were mourning, the idea that no matter what someone is always with you in your heart, but with where you were at in the grieving process, you wanted nothing to do with the memory of Jax Teller. 

That was the first month. 

The second month was the opposite. You searched for anything that reminded you of him. The regret of leaving the one place where you’d be able to find him anywhere, where you’d be surrounded by so many opportunities to reminisce was drowning you. It pained you so much that you made a memorial for him in your backyard. It wasn’t much, a small 12x6 stone with his name, birthday, and death day engraved on it. It was placed in the dirt right in front of the only tree in your yard, it allowed for flowers to be placed along with any other mementos you wanted. You visited it everyday, you sat in your yard while the leaves turned orange, and even though the days blended together, you made sure to fill each day with a phone call to Wendy, Nero, and the kids, a backyard chat with Jax’s memorial, or making your home feel more like home with pictures from your time in Charming. 

The third month was…different from the ones prior. The leaves had left the trees completely and everything felt empty. You were barely home, out with people you barely knew, using alcohol as a suppressant. You stopped returning most of your calls, only answering Wendy’s on occasion to talk with Abel, but truthfully, every time her’s or Nero’s name popped up on your phone, your heart dropped, you felt it in your gut every time. You were never fully coherent when the calls came so you weren’t sure if your gut sinking feeling was the heaviness of being reminded of your past, what you knew would be disappointment from them of your current actions and state, or because deep down in your drunken subconscious you thought it’d be Jax every time you felt your phone go off. 

The fourth month was a combination of all the months before it. The trees were still just as bare, the air was a bit more chill. You hated Charming just as much as you missed it. On your walk to work, you’d see Harleys on the street and smile despite knowing none of them would ever be the one biker you wished. After work, you’d go to happy hours with your coworkers, now it seemed that small talk and two strong martinis could numb a lot of the emotion. On your way home from it all, you’d talk to Wendy, the kids. But never Nero, you knew he’d bring you back to a reality that you just couldn’t face currently. The other thing you avoided was the memorial. Like clockwork, you wrapped up your call with Wendy as you walked up your back steps and made sure your eyesight never fell on the stone, never fell on the single oak tree. 

The fifth month, this one felt like the month where it was unacceptable to feel anything anymore. All your new friends who never experienced loss the way you had were probably tired of being around someone that carried a cloud with them. Wendy had invited you to one of her family’s parties close to where you lived. You knew she had family out east, but when she had shared the invitation with you, it was shocking to see just how close. It’d be your first time seeing everyone, and to your surprise, you were looking forward to going, to be around people who understood your grief. What’s misery without company, right? You were the first to arrive, the only others being there were those who were living or staying in the house, Wendy being one of them. Despite her smile and embrace making you feel better for just a millisecond, it was quickly washed away when you saw how normal everyone was acting. Sure, half of Wendy’s family wasn’t neck-deep in depression over the man they never met, but Wendy was, well, she was thriving. There were no signs of drugs, she was drinking ginger ale all night, not a drop of alcohol, her laughs were echoing in your head. You tried to mimic it as you stood in the same conversation as her but you felt your breath hitch in your gut and nothing was coming out. It was a strange feeling to be happy for someone while also being insanely jealous of them as well. But despite any of that, you were still the last to leave the party. 

After hugging Wendy goodbye, you grabbed your coat, ready to leave. As you skipped down the steps of her aunt’s building, you stepped on the sidewalk, hands in your pocket as the cold shivered down your spine. Looking up, you saw how the sky looked dark but light at the same time, a sign that snow was coming, and you were right. A few flurries fell and it was followed by more heavy ones. They’d make a great addition to the snow that was already on the ground, but that silent 2AM snowfall was the real hero of the night. It was peaceful, calming, after being in a room where it was hard to breathe, the crisp, cold air filling your lungs in the silence of the winter night was everything you needed. 

As you approached your house, your hand moved to unlatch the gate to enter your backyard. It was like muscle memory, just an automated movement of coming home late in the night, head down in your thoughts before making it up the steps to your backdoor. But something about this night was different, maybe it was the silence of the night that moved to your head, it wasn’t consumed in thoughts which is why your muscle memory failed you. Your eyesight moved over to that one tall oak tree in your yard, and something deep red–almost brown below it. If it had been 20 minutes later the snow would have made it impossible to see, but it caught your eye. With a deep breath, you took a step down and made your way over to the memorial. As you got closer, you realized what caught your eye was a bouquet of dead roses, realizing that a lot of time had passed since you had stood here in front of the stone you put here to remember Jax. 

Squatting down, your hand extended out and brushed the snow off to read the words etched into the stone. Aside from his name and the dates, you forgot that you had etched in one of the things he had said to you, and likely written down in one of his many journals a year before he took his life. 

Find your own truth. It will lead you to the things you love. 

Reading it, it took you a minute to hear it in his voice, and truthfully that broke you a little bit. There was a time where you heard Jax’s voice in your head everyday, but somewhere along the way you stopped talking to him, stopping looking for him in your thoughts, in your day, and apparently that meant you had startecd to forget his voice. But when it suddenly filled your mind, you smiled and moved to sit down in the snow. Despite the smile, and the irony that you were quite literally sitting on ice, you felt the cold bring the rawness of your grief to the surface, thawing out after all these months of hiding it away. 

You went from squatting to completely laying in the snow now, sprawled out staring at the sky next to the memorial. 

“Been a minute.” You spoke up, talking to the sky. But it felt off, obviously you weren’t going to get a response but looking for him there just felt… empty. Your head turned to look at the memorial and your mind suddenly just pictured him there, laying next to you. 

“Still pretty as ever, darlin’.” His voice wasn’t the only thing filling your head, your imagination or maybe the couple drinks you had, were letting you visualize that trouble-making smile and baby blue eyes you could drown in. 

“What truth did I find?” You asked him, knowing that something had to have happened when you read the words on the stone. Something lead you to him. 

“That you can’t run from it.” He answered almost immediately. 

“You did.” Instictually, your eyes moved back to the sky, avoiding wanting to look him when you said those words. 

He didn’t answer right away, but when he did, he was changing the topic. 

“How’s the east coast treatin’ you?” You could hear the smile in his voice, like he knew that you probably hated it. 

“You know I fuckin’ hate it.” Your head snapped to look at him and the smile filled your face immediately as you saw him staring at you with a grin. 

“And yet, you’re lying here in the snow.” His eyebrows raised and his shoulders shrugged. 

You both knew why you were doing it. Why you were suffering through the pain just for a small moment of content with him. 

“I’ll make it through the winter if it kills me.” You said it more as a motivation, like you needed to hear the words to convince yourself of it. 

“Finding things that make you happy shouldn’t be hard.” His voice was serious, and it was the one you had come to know very well in the years of knowing him. That light and comedic personality was one that was rare and unfamiliar to you. It was what you tried to hold on to in these moments but it never stayed long. 

“I have things that make me happy.” Another statement where you were trying to convince yourself. 

“Drinking doesn’t count.” The smirk was back on his face. 

You were going to argue, tell him he wasn’t in the position to call the shots but instead you laughed. Because laughing made you happy. 

“Look, I’m trying.” With the sigh came the visible exhale of your breath and with it, the image of Jax in your head began to fade. 

“I know, darlin’.” His hand was extending out but then the memory of him faded in your head. 

Without giving it another second, you stood up, brushed the snow of of your back and forced herself inside. It took everything in you to go because with the overflow of emotion you were feeling, you knew what you had to do. It began with taking down most of the photos around your house, memories from Charming, pictures of you and Jax, pictures of you in the clubhouse, with the kids. You left some, a couple of photos of the past would seem acceptable, something to pass small talk over when new friends would come over. “Oh yea, that’s when I used to live in California, seems like a lifetime ago!” You knew you’d never mention that your ex-boyfriend was dead, that he drove his bike into a semi-truck on the 580 just like his late father. That really tended to put a damper on small talk, just like the abundance of reminders you had of this life in this house. 

You were rushing to clean it all up, if you sped through this maybe the healing would come just as quick. But that never worked. Speeding up the grief never did anyone any good, and maybe there was a piece of you that knew that, but there was another part of you, the part that tended to take over, that was hopeful, that was grasping at whatever you could to try and feel normal again. It was obvious you weren’t okay, if the tossing of memories into the depths of your closet in trash bags wasn’t enough of a sign, the washing down of your anti-depressants with a bottle of Jack was. But you were trying, wasn’t that enough to ask of you?

You woke up the next day on the couch, not sure if the sun or the headache was what woke you up so early but one thing was sure, you needed coffee. You trudged to the kitchen and poured what was left over in the pot into a mug and took a sip. Immediately you made a face and stuck your tongue out, moving to dump the mug and pot into the sink and put on something fresh. 

As you moved to put on a fresh pot and try and get the disgusting taste of stale, cold, coffee out of your mouth, there was a knock at your back door. Any other day you probably would have been a little more aware, look through the window to see who it was, hide and pretend no one was home, but instead you just added opening the back door to your many movements of swinging around the kitchen. 

As the door swang open, the person on the other side just stood on your back step as they watched you move around the kitchen. He wasn’t the type of person to just walk in without an invitation so he just stood there. 

“Early bird gets the worm, huh?” The sound of the man’s voice caused you to freeze. 

After what felt like eternity you turned to see Nero standing at your wide open back door, his arm perched on the frame as he waited patiently. 

He looked inside, down the hallway-like kitchen you lived in, his way of asking to be let in. 

“Uhm, hi, come in.” You moved to the side and waved him in. 

“Wasn’t able to make it to the party last night, I told Wendy I’d stay with the boys while she saw her family but I wanted to stop by and see you before we headed back home.” He didn’t make the move to hug you as he walked by, just let his hand sit on your shoulder for a few seconds before taking a seat at your kitchen table. 

“You want coffee? I just put on a fresh pot.” At the mention of the kids you wanted to scream. You just worked hard to push this part of your life away and here it was banging on your door. Okay exaggeration, knocking, knocking on your door. 

“Yea coffee’s good.��� Nero nodded, looking completely comfortable in your kitchen like this was a common event. 

The pot was still brewing so you just stood there watching the coffee drip into the pot. 

“How’d you like it?”

“How are you?” 

You both spoke at the same time. Nero thought it was funny while you stood there feeling sick to your stomach. 

“However you make it is fine.” He smiled. 

“I put a shit ton of sugar in mine.” You reached to grab it from the counter above the machine. 

“That’s fine.” He lifted his hands up nonchalantly. 

“So, how are you?” 

“I’m good, got this job downtown, I go to meetings and happy hours, put data in powerpoints.” You normally would speak this so sarcastically because you hated every second of it but you wanted to be convincing to Nero and that meant smiling and brushing off his questions of concern.

“Guess that’s why I haven’t talked to you in a while, you’re busy living the American Dream.” He teased. 

“Yea sorry, life just been so crazy, I try to call the boys once a week.” The pot was finally done and you started to pour the liquid into two mugs. 

Truthfully, you stopped talking to him because it’s easier to lie when you don’t have to say anything. You continued to bullshit your way through this conversation with him.

It was your average boring catch up conversation, until he said the words that caused you to snap. 

“Jax wouldn’t want you living this way.” 

The words echoed in your head, they bounced against your brain just like his voice from last night. “Finding things that make you happy shouldn’t be hard.”

“Well maybe he shouldn’t have killed himself if he wanted me to consider his opinion.” You snapped at Nero. 

Nero didn’t speak so you continued. 

“I’m trying, so hard, I left Charming, I’m eons away from where I was when I first got here. You have no idea, I was a wreck, I’m functioning now.” You started naming off all the things you’ve worked through. “And you know, you have no room to come here, to my home and tell me Jax wouldn’t want me living this way. You have no idea what it’s like to meet someone who broke your heart. I blame him because it’s easier that way, but I still fucking look for him in everything, I look for him in myself.” Your finger slammed into your chest as you pointed to yourself. “Despite my desire and wish for things to be the way they were, I can’t even think about it without hating it. What I used to love, I hate now. Motorcycles. Charming. Care-free living. Do you know what it’s like to look in the mirror and not even recognize yourself?” The tears were flowing from your face as you screamed. It wasn’t really meant for Nero but he was on the receiving end of it all. 

Your head buzzed from the yelling that abruptly stopped as you just stared at Nero. Your voice was a whisper now. “Some days I wish I went a different way, a life where I never met him, never loved him, never lost him, or maybe even had an opportunity to change it, right, but I know if I got the chance I’d do it all the same. I know I’d never been able to stop him, no matter what I did.” 

Nero stood up and reached out to you and much to your surprise, you let him. The embrace was something in those few seconds that he was making his way over to you that you looked forward to, one that you felt was going to provide just a bit of comfort, but when he wrapped his arms around you the feeling fell short. Because it wasn’t him. The one thing that would help you was impossible to obtain. 

“I’m okay.” The coldness washed over you, the feeling of just letting so much off your chest and sobbing so much just to be left numb was like a veil falling over you. 

“I’m okay, um, we should get dinner later tonight. I promise I won’t yell.” 

Nero let out a laugh. “It’s good to get out, figured you weren’t talking about it much when you stopped answering my calls.” 

“Pick me up later?” You asked and he agreed, moving to the backdoor. 

“You sure you’re good?” His hand was on the knob as he stood back on the step before shutting the door. 

“Yea, I promise, I’m good.” A smile forced its way on your face. 

Nero nodded and left which led you to bring yourself to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Staring in the mirror at your red, swollen eyes. 

“I’ll make it through the winter if it kills me.” The words were said at such a whisper as you stared at yourself, convincing yourself to push through the pain. Your mind wondering why despite all your hurried effort time passing went so slow.

You barely recognized yourself as you stared in the mirror. It was one thing to feel it, so disconnected from who you thought you were, but right now you felt like you could see it. It made you wonder if you really took the time to look at yourself over the last 5 months, and despite every hardworking effort, not only could you not see yourself, but you couldn’t see Jax anymore either. 

So you let your eyes go dark and imagined the one thing that maybe would bring you closer to him. 

[strawberrieslovethere]

Bend over I'll drive.  Part 1 ♡ Dante x reader

NSFT MDNI⚠️. I got the title for this one from a cramps song of the same name. wasn't aware of the 4000 something limit on here so I have to post this in multiple posts .Not proofread! warnings: oral,sex,fingering,bites, a spank

I have this headcannon that hell is kind of like rejuvenating to the Spardas as its Sparda Seniors hometown. It's just not a relaxing place with demons and all trying to attack on the regular.

"Who's the hot babe?" Trish tells your name "She's become a valuable asset, especially since you've been away Dante." He looks from Trish to you as she speaks. "Great, guess that means I can get some shut eye" Dante says kicking up his legs and folding Up his arms."We'll talk more later Dante, get some rest."He nods as he closes his eyes."Isn't he going to sleep on a bed." you ask "He always does that." Lady chimed in. You nod in acknowledgment. Well i'll see you two." Lady sighs "I gotta get my canon from the repair shop." Trish and you nod."Im gonna shower see you in a bit." Says Trish "Ok" you say. You take out your phone wondering what time it was. You don't have much to do, though it's a tad awkward with the boss lounging at his desk sleeping a few moments after you just met.You chuckle to yourself I guess he just likes getting junk sleep.This man just came back from hell with his twin brother what a trip. But man he looks gorgeous he reminded you of Nero but his hair is longer and he's older. Is it wrong to want to bang your boss. I don't know it hasn't ever crossed your mind until today. You also haven't ever been called a hot babe first thing out of your bosses lips when he sees you.Or had a boss who was THAT smokin hot. Your thoughts  are interrupted when he calls your name you stride enthusiastically to his desk "Yes Dante?.. sir .. or  uh Boss" "Now I could get used to being called that." He jokes "Hey doll you think you can ring me up some pizza?" "Yeah? Im starving." "Sure thing what kind?" You inquire "Extra large pepperoni definitely no olives, uh make that two."You giggle, "k." He smiles and drifts back to sleep. As soon as that door opens, Dante is awake animated and obviously happy, if he had a tail it would be wagging.You smile grabbing the pizzas you pay with your cash and tip the delivery man.  You place the pizza's on his desk "Thanks baby. Here sit down have some with me. Every word he says to you is causing you to become more aroused you sit down on top of his desk just like you and Trish and Lady always do when you get pizza delivered, it's like a tradition. You both take out a slice and eat, when your done and  hes still blissfully chowing down you ask if he'd like a soda or something to drink he nods. You were thirsty but the way he was eating had you concerned  he may choke so you grab two sodas from the fridge and head back. You can't help but smile at how cute he is with his pizzas. Here. "Ahh thanks angel." He drinks it down. You take some sips of yours. Fiddling with your phone that was vibrating to get rid of notifications that litter your screen and read any new texts. Chucking it to the couch. Then you return all of your attention to your boss.You hop back on his desk.Dante takes note of how your ass jiggles slightly when you sit. You wonder if Trish is gonna come out of here shower anytime soon. He's sitting there with an ultra hot grin on his face.Dante sits back he eyes you and your short cheeky skirt and the way your asscheeks are squished on his desk your back is arched and your head tilted back with your hair falling back."So this was what I been missing huh?"He grins You look at him and bat your lashes with a playful breezy look dusted with lust. His cock jumps in his pants the fabric of his pants constricting his erect member.

[onyxrosess]

Pain is My Hometown

vergil x reader [multi-chapter series]

Chapter I: Prisoner of Your Own Reflection

Chapter I [you're here!] | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Table of Contents writers notes: hello loves! for those who didn't find me on ao3, I'm posting my ongoing book/series here! Though for those who found me on ao3, this isn't a new chapter BUT chapter four is coming out very very soon!

・warnings/tags: mature topics, drinking, endless banter (it's dmc that's all they do)

( cross posted on ao3 )

“Nero! For fucks sake pick up your tools, I almost just died again because they're all over the floor!” The hot summer day did not help your crushing annoyance, bringing a hand to your ankle, nursing the soon-to-be bruise. Hoping the children were outside as you didn’t think yelling would be a fond childhood memory. Hindsight is 20/20, what do you do anyway? 

“If you put on your glasses you wouldn’t trip over them!” Nero shouted back, seemingly in the kitchen inside the house. A frustrated grunt left your mouth, removing your helmet, little hairs sticking against your sweaty forehead. The motorcycle stood parked on the concrete, and the culprit of your trip was stuck under the tire of your bike. Stupid socket wrench, why was it on the ground anyway? Whatever, maybe Nero will stub his toe on it and see how he likes it. 

“I don’t know how Kyrie has put up with your displacement of practically everything you own.” Your eyes floated over to the bedside light on the kitchen counter. “This is my house you’re crashing by the way so I don’t see how you have any say in it.” Nero defended himself as his hands poked and prodded at the lamp, from the looks of it he was attempting to fix it. Keyword; attempt. 

“Smart ass.” Turning on your heel she left him to “fix” the lamp. Making it to your room rather; Nero and Kyrie’s guest room you’ve been hoarding, your steps became heavier the closer you got to your bed. Dragging your feet you plopped down onto the bed with a grunt you’d likely hear from an elderly person. 

Too hot. Way too hot. Peeling off the protective gear for your bike- why can’t you just regenerate limbs like Nero could instead of having to be careful with this thick-ass clothing that supposedly protected you? It, unfortunately, did do its job, just way too warm. A plug-in fan panned around the span of the room, clicking every so often, the cool air was lovely. A shower is what was needed, immediately.

After confirming with Kyrie she didn’t need the bathroom for one of the children, or herself, you have since put the metaphorical flag on top of the hill proclaiming this was your bathroom for the next hour and a half. Leaning forward into the mirror above the sink, your hands instinctively drove to your face, squeezing and picking anything you could see on your face. 

Stepping foot into the bathtub-shower combo, the cold water hit your body, not without a shiver of course. Even if you felt like you were on fire and how tingly your hands felt, damn them. Music playing from the radio was atrocious, only two of the songs were halfway decent on this channel. Your actual nice CD player had fallen into the tub a week prior, which was unfortunate because she couldn’t even be mad since one of the kids thought it was a bathtime toy. You really did need to put things up higher.

After a record time of only 47 minutes in the shower, you stepped onto a towel laid on the floor, soaking up the droplets from your hair and body. Wrapping a towel with stains from previous hair dye adventures around your body. The mirror’s reflection was obscured by the condensation, you wiped it down with the end bit of the towel. Your hair was a disheveled mess, combing through the strands, it somehow dripped with more water. 

“(Name)! Dantes calling for you!” Kyrie shouted from downstairs. Dante…Nero’s uncle- got to admit their family situation was odd. Though not far from your own. You scurried down the stairs with messy wet hair and clothes that were barely put on correctly. You held the cold piece of plastic to your ear, “Hello?”  “Hey, you wanna go out for drinks tonight? I thought it would be a change of pace.” Dante’s dancing around the subject and your history of going out to bars, especially on your birthday, was admirable. And the delicacy of the topic was appreciated.  “Will Lady and Trish be coming?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, tapping your fingers. “You think they’d let you go to a bar with just me?” Dante’s smile was apparent when he was talking, almost to a chuckle. You just let out an amused huff. “I guess I could’ve answered that question myself.”

“Where are we going anyway?” “A new bar opened up recently— Trish and Lady seemed to enjoy it so, whatever they say.” You hummed in agreement.  “I’ll see you at 9 then.” Dante agreed and hung up. Quickly rushing back upstairs to finish drying your hair, hopefully, you didn’t drip water all over the kitchen tile like a wet dog.

The sun was still visible, illuminating the sky with its brightness and awful heat. You walked out from ‘your’ room, where Kyrie was cleaning dishes with her cute little apron on, how domestic. Nico, who was originally the one who was the oddball staying in Nero and Kyrie’s house has since been promoted to slightly less odd since you’ve crashed their house. Nico opened the door to the garage, walking inside with grease covering her hands and some spots scattered around her arms and face.

“Who’s got you all dressed up?” Nico gave her a sly smirk, wiggling her eyebrows as obnoxiously as it sounds. “Well first off, I’m barely dressed up, and secondly just Dante, Lady, and Trish.” Nico let out a huff, hoping for something new, not Dante . Officially stamped the worst flirt signed by Nicoletta Goldstein.  “Fine, at least Lady and Trish know how to have actual fun.” Nico walked to the kitchen sink, luckily it was big enough for both her and Kyrie. “Do you wanna tag along?”  “Shit!- I mean” She realized how loud she cursed, “I got work to do on the stupid van, Nero did somethin’ to it. He just doesn’t know how to speak mechanic like I do.” Nico dried her hands on a towel on the counter. Kyrie just chuckled at her comment, Nero did have a history of being a cheap mechanic. He knew the basics but you would never let him touch your bike. Not since you made that mistake the first time. “Enjoy yourself, (Name), call me or Nero if you need anything.” Kyrie looked over her shoulder as she scrubbed plates. That woman was sent from heaven, you were fully convinced. “I’ll be alright Kyrie, thanks though.”

Stepping into the garage the socket wrench has since migrated from under your bike, Nero definitely stubbed his toe on it. You chuckled to yourself as you put on your helmet, you were not above being safe, but you were going out, and the shop wasn’t too far from here so your protective- hot ass gear can stay. 

The sun wasn’t quite setting but the sky was still vibrant,  driving a little above the speed limit when driving through the streets. Subtly tapping your foot to the beat of the music drumming in your ears. Weaving through familiar streets, you turned down the alleyway behind Devil May Cry. You kicked her bike stand down, making sure the thing didn’t fall- your precious child. Luckily you didn’t get sweaty on the ride over so your hair was mostly intact. 

Walking through the back door, to hear Dante and Lady playfully bickering, as always. Trish leaned against the counter of the kitchen, “Look who made it!” Trish announced to Lady and Dante who were up front. Trish greeted you with a hug and Lady also followed suit. Dante just slapped you a little too hard on the shoulder, he has to know he’s strong, and that sometimes leaves a mark. “I’m surprised I didn’t get a message saying I’m in bed, maybe another time.” Dante interjected, “That’s only happened a few times okay?” You just rolled your eyes. “Cut her some slack Dante, you’re a party animal, and she actually ages unlike you. At least in a meaningful way.” Lady defended you. Dante just held up his hands in surrender. You weren’t that old you just got into your 30’s… 5 years ago. God Lady’s right.

“Mid-life crisis aside, let’s go drink, shall we?” Trish urged as she started walking out the front door. The rest tagged along quickly, and you trailed behind. And this bar that was “close to the shop” was like 4-5 blocks down the street. Of course, the demon hunters had no problem walking a ways but you were quite frankly out of shape, nowhere near as strong as you used to be. Walking up to a storefront with a flickering neon sign that said “Eddy’s Bar” with a logo next to it. 

Upon entering the building, many voices began to jumble together into one noisy building, masking the music that you could barely hear even if you tried. Dante of course b-lined it for the bar, Lady and Trish ventured off into the crowd, for some reason, they usually get drinks first. You just shrugged mentally. Dante sat down at the bar stool, man spreading per usual, his gloved hands resting on the countertop. Why he barely changes his attire besides his shirt and pants- which all looked the same to you- still puzzles you a tiny bit. You joined Dante, sitting next to him on the neighboring stool, he motioned for the bartender. 

“What could I do for you two?” The bartender questioned, preemptively going for an empty glass. “Brandy Alexander,” Dante answered, panning over to you.  “And for the lady?” The bartender looked at you- the lady? You suppose Dante and you look like a couple right now, gross. You shook it off with a slight tug at your lips. “Midori Sour, please.” Fidgeting with your hands, the bartender nodded, within a minute he handed you and Dante your drinks and wandered off.  “The lady , huh?” Dante smirked, smug bastard. “Yeah, the lady apparently.” You just shook your head, putting your glass to your lips.  “Where did Lady and Trish go?” You tried searching for them with your eyes, or if you could hear one of them.  “I dunno, maybe they were looking for fun.” Dante mimicked you, sipping from his glass. “Us four were supposed to go out, not just me and you.” You sighed, holding your drink in your hands which sat on the counter.  “Wowww, I’m hurt.” Dante dramatically faked his ‘hurt’. “Well I get to talk to the girls about girl things, you wouldn’t get it.” Still trying to locate the two women, it’s not like they were too short that they sunk into the crowd. 

Dante clutched his heart, again, what a drama queen. You would’ve thought he was a theater kid if you didn’t know any better.  “Nothing against you Dante- but I would much rather save my dignity than talk to you about girl things.”  “Oh, you have dignity left?” Dante’s face had a sly smile plastered on his face. Reminded of an unpleasant memory of your past adventures with Dante going out to bars. Never again, even if the memory was just fragmented because you were so so so drunk. “I was more drunk than I had ever been in my entire life- my drink at that point could’ve been laced with an aphrodisiac.”  Dante just chuckled, “Yeah whatever you say, with your dignity .” This smug little bastard, not a doubt he remembers the entire thing. Hell, he could probably drink an entire bottle of Everclear and only be tipsy. 

Through the crowd came Lady and Trish, Lady was practically dragging Trish. Their faces said it all. “(Name)! There is a smoking hot guy over there, like seriously, even for your standards.” Lady exclaimed, very proudly. She and Trish had been almost searching for men for you, since your last outing with a man ended up with trauma and far more physical scars that reminded you. But now is not the time to be drowning in that side of your past.

“I need more alcohol to speak to any man right now.” You sighed, still having your current drink in your grasp. “I guess that's better than nothing.” Trish sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Dante ordered a round of shots, vodka, of course. You lift the shot glass to your lips and the liquid burns as it goes down your throat. You definitely made a face. Squeezing your eyes shut and opening them back again, you realize the half-devils barely even feel alcohol like a human does. Ugh, whatever, more for you. 

Trish and Lady drag you out to the floor of the bar, slipping through the crowds of dancing people, trying not to bump into too many people without a ‘sorry’. “You look so stiff, just relax (Name). You have the best demon hunter and best man-eater here protecting you, all three of us will kill anyone who tries to do anything to you. You have my word.” Lady spoke over the music, trying to soothe your bubbling nerves. You just nodded as she let go of your hand, like sending off your child to college. Taking a step backward, your back collided with something, namely, someone. You turned around immediately to apologize for your clumsiness, even though that's the name of the game in this mess of a bar which at this point, it seemed more like a mosh pit.

The man you bumped into was a little taller than yourself, he just smiled. “No problem.” He went and walked off somewhere else. You cursed at yourself, that would’ve been a smooth way into a: “You wanna dance with me because I’m lonely”. Sighing you retreated closer to the edges of the crowd, you need another shot. Dante still perched on the seat you left him in. Weird, he’s usually quite the party animal, always has been, according to Lady.

You approached the corner of the bartop that you and Date were sitting at earlier, leaning against the counter, “I need another shot.” You said with a small exhale.  “The smokin’ hot guy is too much for you? You seemed to handle me quite well that one time.” Dante is too good at this, if you were in your 20s again, Dante’s clumsy attempts at flirting would definitely be working. “That one time was strictly one time.” You quickly ordered another shot from the bartender, Dante called one for himself as well.  “And yes, the ‘smoking hot guy’ was too much for me to handle with just one shot in me.”

Dante barely gave a response before tapping the shot glass on the table twice with you before the two of you downed the rough liquor in unison. You shook your head slightly, whispering a curse. It had definitely been a while since you drank. “I’ll scream if I need your assistance, Dante.” With that, you bid him farewell and wiggled your way through the crowd at the center of the bar. You had seemed to lose Lady and Trish at the moment, in your haste, your shoulder collided with another. You turned to face the person and attempted to apologize and continue your search for the man from earlier.

“You keep bumpin’ into me like that, it's gonna make me think you’re into me.” The voice came from next to you, and your body froze. Well, you found him. That was your opening— for fucks sake live a little, trying to push yourself. “Maybe I do.” You just smiled, yup the alcohol was hitting a little. The man looked quite frankly handsome under this lighting, the occasional flashing lights of random colors and the haze that clouded your better judgment. “Stay for a little, if you’ll indulge me.” His words were sickly sweet like honey. But the fog in your brain melted, and now like a spider claiming its prize, he wrapped a gentle hand around your waist. Closing the gap between you two, and now you were smelling him, a sweet smell of dark chocolate and fresh rainfall swept into your senses. How a man can be so bold and yet so sweet was an experience you’ve yet to have up until this moment.

And how the night went on, with risqué moves rather than dancing. And without a doubt, a couple more shots. His hands wherever they migrated to, it was a ghost of a touch, it was gentle, surprisingly so. He pulled you away from the crowd, with a hand around your wrist, and occasionally glanced over his shoulder to check if you were still with him. You landed at the other side of the bar with him, thank god, far away from Dante, but you knew he could see you. Very clearly. 

“What kind of shots do you like?” The man- whom you didn’t get the chance to know the name of, quizzed you. “Vodka.” You answered plainly, a glaze over your eyes when you looked at him. He ordered another shot, he sat down on a stool. You sunk the familiar taste, yet the feeling was yet to fade. You hoped you didn’t scrunch your face too much, setting the glass down, he looked at you, not saying a word. At this height, you didn’t have to crane your neck to see his eyes were beautiful, a dark green, seeing the speckles of yellow across his iris. He stayed silent until you realized how awkward of a staring contest this was and turned away to meet the other side of the bar. 

A thumb and an index finger pulled your chin away from your musings. You were back at his eyes again, the glittering flower field on a spring day, yet the fierceness of a flowing river, the undercurrents sweeping you under into its grasp. A breath fanned over your lips. Now you were completely submerged. His lips were soft against yours, so soft, but pulling you closer, enough to keep you reaching for more. Your hand perched itself against his chest, the button-down he wore was opened slightly. The kiss continued, it barely felt like you had to do anything as your hand moved slightly to connect with his bare skin. Your other hand played with the hem of your shirt, the only place to exile your excitement because going full throttle into this kiss didn’t seem like the appropriate move. 

You broke away from his mouth, finally getting your head above water. You could feel the heat in your cheeks and the racing of your heart, working unpaid overtime.  “I liked that.” Your words came out before you had a chance to proofread them. A smile formed on his lips, and slight stubble moved with the skin. “I liked that too.” Matching the simplicity and honesty of your words.  “I didn’t expect you to be so gentle.” You admitted, for why? You had no idea. “Why is that?” He asked you, if you were sober you wouldn’t have been so easily fooled by his question, which was obviously just to stroke his own ego. “I guess it’s the way you smell, and maybe the stubble.” Your hand reached out, connecting with the side of his cheek, the rough hair touching your palm. His expression morphed into a more surprised one, then softened again.  “I did ask, so I can’t be surprised with the results.” Your hand left his cheek, did you offend him? You certainly did not have that intention,  “I mean in like a good way- I noticed how you smelt when I got closer to you. It wasn’t anything bad, it was really great actual-“ Your sentence was quickly brought to a halt when his lips met yours again, but this time it was more like a raging river with the rain thundering down on top of the water. Both of his hands now pulled you closer, meeting your bodies. You stood between his legs as his hand covered your lower back, slipping under your shirt just the slightest bit. His teeth caught your lower lip, and your eyes fluttered open, to see him looking directly at you. The embarrassment was too much, you closed your eyes, letting your tongue invade his mouth. Thankfully it seemed to have been received well as you became dancing, metaphorically of course. His hands did not wonder, much to your disappointment since you were at the bartop. Oh my god, you were having a make-out session- at the counter of the bar, where people were sitting close to you. 

He separated from you- maybe he felt your face heat up like a tea kettle. He just looked at you and chuckled, before your embarrassment could not exceed its limit now you shoved your face into his chest and collar bones. A laugh that vibrated his chest escaped him. “What did you get so embarrassed over?” He asked as you made your retreat from the safety of his chest. “I-“ “I think I need another shot.” Was all you could mutter without your head spontaneously combusting.

So many rounds after another, really it was only a couple of rounds. You downed another shot, did you count how many? Nope, and did you care? Also no.  “It feels awkward now, but, what's your name?” You sheepishly asked, as you now sat at the bar stool next to him. “It’s Kane, and no it's not awkward.” He tapped a finger on the counter. You tested the name out on your lips; “Kane.” He responded with a hum. “How do you like it?” Kane asked. “It’s simple, and gentle, like you. I like it.” Your sentence was a little jumbled from your brain frankly being jumbled from the alcohol too.  “Do I have to ask the question now?” Kane chuckled as he spoke.  “What question?” You tilted your head- oh right. “What's your name?” Kane asked, not without a laugh. You smiled, jeez you were slow right now. “(Name).” You responded, more calmly than the racing thoughts of your mind.  “Then, (Name), would you mind exchanging phone numbers with me?” God, you felt like you were back in high school again asking your crush out for the spring dance. You nodded, “I didn’t think I’d be able to leave without it.” 

Kane reached for a napkin, and clumsily found a pen, with barely any ink left in it. You grabbed the pen, trying not to punch a hole through the papery fabric. You re-read the sequence of numbers to make sure it matches. “I have roommates— if you want to call them that, so they might answer instead.” Kane nodded. “One more drink?” You asked as he shoved the napkin into his back pocket. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

That one more drink pulled the two of you back into the pit of swarming people, it was all moving so fast, and now the two of you were actually dancing- well dancing as in; the clubbing type of way. His hands moved far more freely with the alcohol running through his veins. And you definitely moved more smoothly with the same alcohol. 

And now you were being pulled to the side again by Kane’s hand on your wrist. Peaking through the veil of the crowd, you saw Trish and Lady speaking to a couple of guys at a booth. Kane stood in front of the table, holding you like he had just caught you cheating on the chem test. “These are your friends right (Name).” He barely asked, less of a question more of a confirmation from Trish and Lady. He still had his wits about him, you however barely had anything intelligent left in you. Lady couldn't bear to hold in her laugh. The two men that were talking to them excused themselves, Trish whispered something to the man you didn't quite catch.  “I am far too gone myself to take her home, and the two of you look like a safer option.” Kane basically was asking them to take you home, he was leaving. “Yeah, she does look pretty fucked up.” Lady admitted, not without a ‘hey’ from yourself. “We’ll take her home,” Trish spoke up.  “Thank you.” Kane turned to you and let go of your wrist, “I’ll call you okay?” You just nodded as you leaned your weight against the table, Kane walked off and it felt like you’d never see him again- would he even call you- would he abandon you? Just like Treyvon did? Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. Trish quickly stood next to you as you now shifted your weight onto her. Not without a quick sniffle of your nose, Dante wandered over and regrouped. “Yeah, she’s just gonna have to stay at the shop tonight.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you will stick around for my bullshit :) - onyxroses

Next Chapter

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Seven: The Old Nova Is Out To Play

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till The Wheels Fall Off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

There were only two more days before the fundraiser, ever since Nero had joined the team as another manager, my life had smoothed out and I felt like I could breathe again. There were no longer days where I wasn’t getting any sleep and running on fumes, I now had the time to get a decent night’s rest without the stress of the cafe and bar weighing me into the dirt. It also meant I was able to spend more time with Elenor. We would spend many afternoons cooking dinner for Pops and Jax which in turn led to me actually eating with them rather than grabbing a cereal bar on the way out of the door.

Everything had fallen into a nice little routine, I couldn’t thank Jax enough for getting me some help. When I tried showing my appreciation to Nero for his assistance he brushed it off, scolding me when I wanted to treat him.

“Auntie Nova, ” Elenor shouted from the bottom of the stairs, “come on, we are going to be late.”

Shaking my head, she was just like her father, impatient and had the attitude to go alongside it. Taking one final look at my appearance, I ran my fingers through my hair giving the curls one last shake out before I hummed in satisfaction.

Tonight was open mic night at the bar, meaning my outfit was more on the risky side, it was a style that I hadn’t rocked for a while, I once again felt like the wild, carefree Nova. There was also a part of me that hoped Charles would be at the bar tonight, maybe that was why I dug deep in my closet putting some additional effort in my appearance.

The black skinny jeans clung to my body like it was a second skin, the pop of the red lace bralette stood out against my complexion and the gray checked shirt tied at my waist completed the outfit. Most people would have worn heels with this look but I was never the type of girl to wear shoes that were so high I couldn’t walk in, they would be the literal death of me, so I went for my old faithfuls, the crisp white pair of Nike Air Force 1s. The family staple of shoes, if anyone walked into the house they would think we were sponsored by Nike with the amount of pairs of the trainers that were on the shoe rack.

Open mic night was one of my favorite events we hosted at the bar. Well, I used to love it until my heart was broken, since then I hadn’t picked my guitar up, I had lost the song that my soul was singing. Pops loved it when I used to play and sing around the fire pit, so I knew he was going to be overjoyed when he realized what was happening tonight.

I had to admit ever since Charles and Pierre landed in this small town I called home, I had noticed I was taking a bit more care in my appearance, I refused to leave the house without my hair, makeup and outfit being perfect. This was something Jax had picked up on as well, meaning that I couldn’t escape the teasing, especially as we all lived under one roof still.

Checking my phone for the millionth time today, I felt like I wanted to scream when there were no new notifications on my screen, especially any from Charles. I had no idea why he hadn’t texted me yet. My mind was spinning thinking of all different reasons as to why he hadn’t messaged me, pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind I tucked my phone into the back pocket of my jeans.

“I’m coming,” I chuckled, checking one last time that I turned the hair straighteners off, before exiting my bedroom and running down the stairs.

“You look pretty Auntie Nova,” Elenor beamed, linking her small hand in mine whilst I swiped the keys to my truck from the rack hanging by the door.

“Thank you, baby,” I grinned, feeling a lot more confident in myself than I had done in months, “and look at you in your Ferrari hoodie,” I hummed, double checking that the door locked behind us.

“I pinky promised Charles I would show him it,” she giggled, practically dragging me to the truck.

“You making pinky promises with Charles now?” I asked, giving her a helping hand into the front of the vehicle. As cute as she was, she really wasn’t making things easy for me. It was only a matter of time before I would have to confess that I knew who he was. I mean he probably already knew especially with the comment about the photo of me and Elenor behind the bar both rocking Ferrari hoodies.

“He is so cool Auntie Nova,” she said, her grin getting wider with every word she spoke. I guess in some ways this was my fault for introducing her to the world of Formula One and taking her to races when I could. “Did you know he plays the piano?”

“Oh, really?” I said in excitement, playing along for her sake, she didn’t need to know that his piano medleys he released on spotify were something I used to calm myself down with when I was feeling extremely stressed and overwhelmed.

“I told him he should play tonight. He said he would think about it,” she said with a proud smirk on her face. Of course she would ask him to play, however unless he had spoken to Jax to arrange getting a keyboard brought in I had no idea how he could but I didn’t tell Elenor that.

Since Charles had come into the cafe at the end of last week things had changed. Both him and Pierre graced us with their presence every night in the bar. Charles never came up to order food or drink, he always sent Pierre. I didn’t know why I cared so much, the connection I felt with him was mind blowing, I know I turned him down on a date but surely that’s no reason to completely ice me out. The most interaction I got with him this week was small smiles as I passed his table or when I looked up from across the room and he was gazing in my direction.

Was he playing me?

Had he changed his mind?

All I knew I was kicking myself for turning him down when he asked me for dinner.

The journey to the bar didn’t take long, the moment I parked the truck Elenor was tugging at the seat belt trying to get out. She was practically buzzing with excitement to show Charles her hoodie. Her reaction made me smile, over the last week I had noticed she had gotten extremely close to Charles, in a way it was cute but it also meant that when I was at home I couldn’t escape him because Elenor was always talking about him.

Once I had helped her with the seat belt I quickly slipped out of the car, Elenor was obviously feeling impatient as she clambered over the driver’s seat rather than waiting for me to open the passenger door for her. Her small hand wrapped around mine and she dragged me across the parking lot into the bar.

I felt like all the attention was on me due to the dramatic entrance caused by a certain five year old, scanning the bar I noticed that this wasn’t the case. In fact there was only one set of eyes that was causing my skin to heat up, I didn’t need to look to see who it was that was causing me to feel this way.

Charles Leclerc.

Choosing to ignore the feeling I let Elenor guide me through the bar, leading me to Jax. The moment she saw her daddy she dropped my hand sprinting around the room and jumping into his arms. He instantly picked her up placing her on top of the counter, his arms placed either side of her as he smothered her face in little kisses causing her giggles to echo around the bar.

“Doesn’t Auntie Nova look pretty, daddy?” she asked, placing her hands against Jax’s kutte.

Jax turned his attention to me, cocking his brow when he realized what I was wearing. “She doesn’t look pretty baby, she looks phenomenal,” Jax smirked, pressing a kiss against his daughter’s head, “now why don’t you go find Poppy.”

“I know where he is, daddy, he is with Charles and Pierre,” she beamed, as Jax lifted her off the bar top. She didn’t stick around and before we knew it she was at Pops table.

“I see the old Nova is out to play tonight,” Jax winked, grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge.

“Don’t know what you are on about,” I shrugged, taking the bottle from him. I couldn’t help myself, looking over Jax’s shoulder as I spoke, automatically I locked eyes with Charles as I brought the beer to my lips.

“We both know that’s bullshit, Squirt,” Jax hummed, moving slightly so he was blocking my view from Charles, “this doesn’t have anything to do with the fact he has hardly spoken to you since the cafe?”

I had told Jax about what happened the morning after Charles asked me to dinner, “I dunno,” I sighed, leaning against the counter. “I just don’t get it, he was forward enough to ask me out but now he hasn’t said a word to me. I put myself out there and he hasn’t even text me. ”

“Maybe he didn’t see it? The muffins might not have been for him, for all you know you gave Pierre your number, not Charles,” Jax said softly, he always tried to find a way to stop me spinning out, I couldn’t lie he was pretty good at it, always knowing the things I needed to hear at the time, “have you spoken to him since the cafe?”

“No,”

“It’s a two way street when it comes to conversations,” Jax nodded, pulling the beer bottle to his lips. “Look, you did turn him down for whatever reason, maybe he feels a bit stupid.” The look on Jax’s face told me he knew something which he was keeping from me, raising my brow at him but he didn’t acknowledge my silent question. “Are you trying to get his attention, Nova?”

Letting out a shaky breath I paused for a moment before answering his question. “Yes, no, maybe,” I sighed, downing the rest of my beer, tossing the empty bottle in the trash, “I know I hardly know him as a person but every time his fingers brush against my skin it sends shockwaves through my body. I don’t know what to do.”

“Just speak to him,” Jax said with a soft smile, “oh, don’t worry about working tonight, this outfit is too good to waste,” he chucked, nudging my shoulder, “also I’ve been meaning to ask, did you hide your guitar behind the stage for tonight?”

“Why do you think I’m dressed like this?” I winked, swiping a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, placing it on a black tray along with five glasses and a bottle of apple juice for Elenor. All of a sudden I had a wave of confidence wash over me, whether it was due to my outfit I had no idea but Jax’s words made me realize that I hadn’t attempted to speak to Charles either.

But tonight that was going to change.

I needed to stop living in fear, taking a deep breath. I placed my palms on the counter, giving me the solid leverage I needed to jump over the bar. I could feel Charles’ gaze burning into my soul. I purposely put an extra swing in my step as I maneuvered around the room, trying not to drop the tray.

“Room for a little one,” I hummed, placing the drinks in the center of the table, leaning against the back of the red leather sofa.

“Always,” Pops beamed, placing his hand over mine, squeezing lightly. This week had been a better week for him, yes he still forgot things but at least he knew what year it was. My heart was telling me it was because of Charles and Pierre’s presence in town but I knew in my head that something like that was completely stupid and had no bearing on Pops’ health.

“Boys, I want you to meet my beautiful daughter, Nova,” he beamed proudly. And there it was, the pit in my stomach, my heart sank as Pops introduced me again to them. Flashing them both a weak smile as I sat in the only space available, next to Charles.

“I believe we’ve already met,” Charles grinned, taking my hand in his, bringing it closer to his face. The moment he pressed a singular kiss against my knuckles I felt like my whole body was going to explode. I knew what Charles was doing, he was changing the subject making me focus on something other than Pops forgetting he had introduced me.

His plan was working, all I could focus on was the feeling of his soft lips grazing against my skin, the feeling of his hand wrapped around mine. The whole thing was sending me into a frenzy.

“How’s the town treating you both?” I asked, trying to calm my heart rate down by reaching over to the middle of the table. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured three glasses and two glasses of apple juice.

“Very well, thanks,” Pierre smiled, raising his glass slightly, “happy I stumbled across this place online.”

“Glad to hear that,” I smiled, pulling my own glass up to my lips, taking a large gulp of the amber liquid, feeling the familiar burn in my throat. “I never asked, how long are you boys in town for?”

“Till the 22nd,” Charles hummed.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Jax had jumped up onto the stage, taking center position with the mic. Turning my attention to my older brother, I narrowed my eyes at him just praying he didn’t do something to embarrass me.

“Okay guys, this has been something I know I haven't heard in a while,” Jax spoke into the mic, running a hand over his perfectly kept blonde hair. “The moment I found a guitar badly hidden behind the stage I was shocked to the point I dropped my beer.” Everyone that knew Jax knew that him dropping a bottle was a big deal, the sound of laughter bounced off the walls making me smile. “I could go on but I think this moment has been long overdue, so please put your hands together for my beautiful, yet highly annoying, little sister,” he smirked, throwing me a wink across the room.

“The one and only Nova Teller!”

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Masterlist of Denied Requests 4

Please take a crack at it everyone! Fourth Wave! More will be added later on!

Mogai

Coinings:

None Submitted

Editblr

Blinkies/Pixels/Stamps/Widgets:

Can I get some Hello Kitty pixels?

Userboxes:

None Submitted

Moodboard/Stimboards:

dirk strider stimboard?

could you make a stimboard of the ship meihem ( junkrat x mei ) from the game overwatch?

Can you make a moodboard for izuru, genocider and kiyondo as a friend group?

Can you do an Auto-Bisexual Bigender mood board for Miu Iruma from Danganronpa V3?

Could I please request a moodboard for Ranboo from Generation Loss with themes of computers, red, and doors?

would you be up to making a moodboard of the song Jealousy by *Luna? -

could you do a song/moodboard based on New Person, Same Old Mistakes by Tame Impala? maybe with pokemon components?

could you do an ace attorney girlycule (maya x franziska x ema x kay) moodboard if that's not too many people for one moodboard?

could you make a pon from roly poly no nanakorobi yaoki stimboard please?

Pepa Madrigal from Encanto moodboard please?

can i please request a stimboard for jinx from arcane, with overall dark brightness (if that makes sense) and mechanical stims? -

Could I request a board of uzura from princess tutu with pastel colors and themes of puppets/music boxes/clowns/that type of thing?

Can I please get a Steven Universe themed mood board?

May I pretty please get a stimboard for "I trust you" by murder person for hire? WITH RACCOONS, THROWING BALLS, MINOR / VAGUE RELIGIOUS THEMES , AND PUNK OUTFIT STIMS? Plz?

Could you do a stimboard for the Dread Duckies from Dark Deception?

Can I ask for a robotkin stimboard with mechanics, technology and maybe the colour blue? -

CAN YOU MAKE LIKE A TORNADO ALLEY ULTIMATE THEMED STIMBOARD OR MOODBOARD?

if you’re not busy could you make a stimboard for a Marvel Earth 616 hearthome? Themes could be New York architecture and comic books?

Could you please make a moodboard for Mizuki Akiyama from pjsk? Specifically, Hermit Mizuki, the one with the horns?

Is it possible for me to request a stimboard for Zhen from the new Kung Fu Panda?

If you know of the source at all, could I request a stimboard for Adina Astra (Night In The Woods: Lost Constellation)? Perhaps with glowy/star-related and fabric themes. -

Moodboard for Vriska Serket with anything you find fitting, please!

could you make a stimboard with paper, water, rain, and wood themes?

May I request a Victor from Fallout New Vegas stimboard? With anything related to the Mojave and general cowboy vibes. Please?

can I get a Diane (Rick and Morty) fictive stimboard please? Preferably with a blue color theme, no slime, some sort of technology and soap cutting stim?

Icon Requests:

can you do Pink Core icons for Diana Venicia?

Can I have some star shaped (or just square if you prefer) Luka Megurine or Rin Kagamine (up to you to choose!) Icons with the Trixic flag? (NBLW) ✅

hey can i have some reply icons of anyone from mha? idc who it is or it can be a mix of characters (choose your favorite) Also can they be chibi?

Rentry Graphics:

Knife from inanimate insanity rentry graphics please?

can i get some monster kid graphics please?

teru minamoto graphics?

can i rq matching wanda maximoff and agatha harkness graphics?

could you maybe do a How Fish Is Made graphic? the silly little game about fish that can cause you to think about life game mayhaps? _

you possibly make some gojo satoru graphics please? Any color other than orange please. Thank you.

ARE YOU ABLE TO MAKE A YINLIN NAVIGATION GRAPHIC ?

can you make a Prismo (Adventure Time) rentry graphic?

could you make a graphic thing of rb sous chef gregor from limbus company please?

heya could you make yuki cross rentry graphics? Pls?

may I request dire crowley (twisted wonderland) graphics? -

could I please request graphics for Risotto Nero from JJBA il vento d'oro?

NPTs/SNPTs/Usernames:

Muu NPTs (Milgram)

can i request jinx/powder (arcane) npt?

May I request NPTs for my source, Encore from Wuthering Waves, pretty please?

NPs for minutetech? Please?

could i please get some NPs, marina from splatoon themed names (preferably fem) and pronouns?

Dividers/Borders/Headers:

Can you do lovecore headers for tumblr? No specific character or person, just like lovey dovey or Valentine’s Day sort of theme?

Could I req some legato Bluesummers (trimax) Tumblr banners pls?

Custom NPTs/SNPTs

None Submitted

PNG/Render/Mask Requests/Sprite Edits:

May i request for a Gyaru! Rantaro Sprite edit? (Danganronpa)

could I request blasian!Byakuya sprite edit? (Danganronpa)

Could you do a redesign of Sonia Nevermind, please? I want her to look more like royalty (Danganronpa)

could you make an edit of Kokichi with a pose from Kotoko's sprites?

Layout Requests:

mayyy I request a tumblr layout ,, of season 2 Viktor from arcane? Any magic/mechanical theme w purple and gold that’s all the specifics really.

can you do a layout of umm any Gabby cat from Gabby's dollhouse?

SEVIKA DISCORD LAYOUT PLEASE?

if u do murder drones stuff can u do cyn layouts plspls?

can i please request a tumblr layout of corin wickes? _

can i have meika hime & mikoto layouts? theyre vocaloids, with a soft purple palette please?

Can I have a Cynessa, Cyn, or Tessa tumblr layout ? They are all characters from Murder Drones !

may i request leon kennedy discord layouts? he’s from resident evil. Black & White color palette please!

would you be able to do a Nico Robin (one piece) tumblr layout?

i was wondering if i could request pumpkin pie cookie layouts if thats ok -

could i request a tumblr layout of vash from tristamp, but specifically from ep12 (transformed version w/ the ourple)?

May I request some Shadow Milk Cookie (from Cookie Run Kingdom) layouts?

Package Request:

could you make a Pomni from The Amazing Digital Circus inspired wallpaper and icons?

Jetstream Sam & Raiden (Metal Gear Rising) Themepacks?

soft brown chiori theme pack?

can u do a Courage the cowardly dog tumblr layout and a rentry graphic?

Could you please do a Rentry graphic (Or a Tumblr layout if you're doing those?) for Epsilon from Red vs Blue?

Template Request

Could you make us a PK template for our tsumugi with quotes. (Chiaki)? (Danganronpa?)

This is the fourth list, at this point, went back to surfing the past, please tell me if an ask has been shown twice by accident.

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What a Lovely Way to Burn~

La Squadra x femme fatale assassin!female reader

Intro:

This is a series~

Reader’s stand comes from the Peggy Lee song called: Fever. Idk how much I’m going to do with this specific concept but I wanted to give reader a stand just in case~

Reader won’t have any mention of hair or eye color or body type or anything like that. Reader is feminine, wears dresses and makeup and such. I don’t mean any particular body type when I describe reader’s body parts as sexy or hot, just imagine whatever you want, sexy doesn’t have any strict definition~

Reader has some personality as a battle hardened assassin. Has the capacity to be mean, manipulative and cruel, but also physically affectionate and playful; she has a different relationship with each member of the team, but all should be interpreted as romantic (so yeah, multiple partners for reader).

And for clarity’s sake!!

Any one shots focusing on one character are different “paths” unless stated otherwise! Like I said we’ll see how much I add to this but hopefully I’ll be inspired for a while!

Sorbet and Gelato will probably be mentioned but they have even less screen time than the other members of La Squadra so. I probably won’t be writing much for them because I have basically Nothing to go off of-

For Prosciutto’s and Pesci’s relationship, for this fic I will interpret it as not related biologically, but very close, hence why they view each other as brothers. I’d still consider them brothers just not biological.

I will admit right now I think I play very obvious favorite la Squadra members, but I will try to give them all a bit of love!

Reader intro:

You’re used to being the only woman among a group of murderous mafia assassins, and adjusting accordingly to their individual personality quirks and putting them in their place whenever they got too irritating to you. As a senior member of the team, you’ve been in Passione since before the formation of La Squadra, doing big money assassination jobs for the Boss. Even the Boss had a healthy respect for your deadly stand: Fever.

Your stand manifests as a massive flamethrower you wielded with ease, the extraordinarily hot fire created by you will leave a permanent burn and the smoke is toxic enough to leave someone seriously sick, not that it mattered, since you didn’t leave jobs unfinished; charring to a crisp anything and anyone you had to remove. The Boss especially appreciated how skilled you were at making incriminating information disappear.

Honestly, upon the founding of La Squadra Esecuzioni you thought you deserved the role of leader. But you couldn’t argue with Polpo, your capo, when he pointed out Risotto Nero’s stoic nature was more suited for holding together a team. And besides, did you really want to be the one responsible for a group of unruly, murderous assassins?

You thought it was fair enough. But you accepted the second-in-command position Risotto offered you. After all, your experience and assertive personality made you efficient in planning assassinations and keeping the boys under your metaphorical (sometimes literal) heel, and by extension, Risotto’s.

You didn’t realize the reason why you were assigned to La Squadra and not promoted to the Boss’s elite guard was because some paranoia about you was swirling. Apparently your fellow mafioso thought you were too dangerous, the word “insubordination” got thrown around carelessly to the wrong ears and now…you were stuck with the most distrusted squad in all of Passione. Perhaps so all of you were in the same place, and could be supervised easier.

But once it dawned on you that you should’ve been gaining power in Passione, not losing it, you couldn’t help feeling a bit of bitterness against the Boss…

Perhaps that’s why you’ve grown a fondness for each of the outcasts that joined La Squadra. You would be an efficient right-hand woman to Nero.

Since you were one of the founders of La Squadra, you earned the charming little nickname: “Mother”, which at first started as a teasing inside joke, but it began to stick and most of the team call you some variation of the nickname out of habit.

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

DMC MASTER LIST

ON GOING QUESTION/POLL (I can't actually make a real poll but I want to know some opinions lmao)

All fics are posted here on my AO3, along with other things (like my personal headcanons).

VERGIL ONE-SHOTS:

Stubborn as Always--G/N, Fluff

Si vis amari ama--G/N, Fluff, Minor Angst

Uncontrolled Instincts--Male, Smut, Rut fic.

Sweet Serenade--G/N, Smut (? Vergil "self pleasuring")

Good Morning, my Love--G/N, Smut (Consensual somnophilia)

Tapestry of Leather--G/N, Fluff, Lime (god I'm old)

Student and Teacher--G/N, Flirty Fluff

The Bed of the Blue Devil--G/N, Smut, Rut fic.

As You Wish (Part 2)--G/N, Smut

As You Wish (Part 1)--G/N, Fluff

Despite Your Flaws--G/N, Sad Fluff

What Would They Think--G/N, Angst/Sad, Fluffy Comfort

Without You--G/N, Angst/Sad, Fluffy Comfort

A Devil's Secret Wingman--G/N, Fluff

Phantoms of the Past--Male, Angst, Fluff?

DANTE ONE-SHOTS:

Rough Day?--Male, Fluff

I've Got You--G/N, Fluff, Overprotective Dante

Where There's a Will, Right?-- Male, Angst (kinda), Fluff, Smut; Dante between 2-4

Stuck in a Rut--G/N, Smut, Rut fic.

Deep Regret--Male, Sad, Fluff

A Valentine's to Remember--Male, Fluff, Smut

Song of the Heart--G/N (w/anxiety), Fluff

NERO ONE-SHOTS:

No One Else Can Have You--Male, Smut, Power Bottom Nero, Top Reader, Pre-4 Nero

Wanting--G/N, Smut

Fear of the Devil--G/N, Comfort, Fluff

The Scent of You--Male, Smut

V ONE-SHOTS:

Lineaments of Gratified Desire--G/N, Smut, Handjob (V receiving)

Stuck in a small hiding spot + Injured V (short one-shot answers)

MULTIPLE/OTHER ONE-SHOTS:

Bound by Blood: Reader & Sparda Bloodline (Platonic; comfort, angst, fluff)

STUPID THOUGHTS THAT RELATE TO DMC:

Sin Devil Trigger Vergil's tail

Vergil only has 2 things to his name

Me at Vergil when I found out about Devil May Cry

Screenshot ruining my Bloody Palace run

Vergil right after V and Urizen merge appreciation post

"Bound by Blood" re-write excerpts (semi-gory warning)

"I think I'm pretty good at playing Vergil"

Ebony & Ivory replicas. Plus, Nero and Dante body pillowcases.

How much can the Sparda bloodline lift??

Thoughts while writing a "Nero x Terminally Ill reader" fic

Vergil and Lawn Darts

Vergil tiddies

This is why I love the DMC fandom--Comment thread

DMC 2 "Dante" is actually Vergil

Teeth!

Why do Dante and Vergil in DMC5 look so different?

Can the Sparda-bloodline dance?

Kneeling Vergil

Vergil being sick but also stubborn

Do it for him

A really good Nero x G/N Reader fic (that's not mine) and why my dumbass commented lmao

Eric and Vergil

Vergil's autistic

Sparda twins and leg gaiters

Aro/Ace Dante?

SHOP LAYOUT MAP

ART:

MLP Dante

Semi-spicy Dante (Mature label)

Drifting in the ocean all alone

GOOGLE DRIVE MASTERLIST OF PROMPTS/IDEAS THAT I'LL BE DOING.

Requests are currently closed; I have WAYYY TOO MANY. It might be a while before I reopen them; thank you so much for the support!!

A quick shameless self-plug--I also have a fan-character-based story as well if y'all would consider giving it a look, I'd really appreciate it. It is both here, @adevilsfolly , and on AO3

[icycoldninja]

Halo this is my first request. Can you do headcanon Nero where he is a guitarist and i had this thing when I found that his voice actor has band. Take your time and advance thank you❤️❤️

Thank you! I had no idea Nero's VA had a band so now I have something else to over-research lol. Hope you enjoy!

Guitarist!Nero x Reader headcannons

-Nero is normally very quiet about his hobbies and won't even reveal what they are unless asked.

-Then you come along, very interested in him and everything about him, and he can't help but internally debate if he should divulge his secrets to you.

-In the end, the vote goes in your favor, and Nero shows up out of the blue with his guitar and amazes you with a song. Not a romantic one, but some serious shreddy metal that left your ears ringing.

-Of course he lets you sit and watch while he practices, sometimes even explaining what he's doing and why.

-Tried to teach you to play a little, but you've a long way to go before you're as good as he is.

-Plays you songs for every occasion, "Happy birthday" but metalcore for your birthday, rock versions of Christmas songs for Christmas, etc. It's so sweet of him to do so.

-Performs for small family gatherings but won't do big groups because he gets nervous.

-Manages to impress even your oldest, most cynical and judgemental relatives and is quickly transformed into that one boyfriend the parents are always fond of.

-All in all, you're very happy with your cute alternative boyfriend who sometimes serenades you with sick riffs, and he's so proud to have a dedicated admirer with a genuine interest for his interests.

[tortibomb]

Shuffle your on repeat playlist and let people decide what song they like best

Thank you for the tag @hotasfahrenheit 🥹

I’ve been listening to a Halloween Kpop list for a couple weeks so I’m surprised it’s not all Halloween inspired tbh.

No pressure tags🏷️ : @dramalets @just-a-glittery-fan @magpie24601 @pinkkop @byemambo I also cannot remember if I have seen this posted by anyone else 😞

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Shijurui Burning • Godzilla Take Your Mask Off • Lost In Bonerland • Putting Lipstick On The Holes They Bore Into Us • Moonage Daydream • Oroboros Cackling • A Theme For A Molting Russian Gentleman • The Glass Ceiling Cabaret • New Rooms • Brand X • Here We Live One Baba At A Time • Steal Softly Under Castle Walls • Wrapped Around The Pole • The New Romans • Theme For A Chase Scene Architecture

Spotify ♪ YouTube

[k-pop-lovers]

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