#Those are the vibes and I'm here for it

[jyn-ehrso]

Dedra Meero and Syril Karn being domestic: a compilation

Andor S02E02 "Sagrona Teema" + S02E03 "Harvest"

[mymarifae]

so like

how we feeling about leviathan / path of voracity march 7th

[limboni]

A fanart for "Do you Hear Their Call?" by @crkfaeau !

I very much liked the fic! And once more I can't just draw simply a picture fanart, no I want a comic..

It is sort of a spoiler as any fanart of a scene may be, but pretty sure that without reading the fic you may be confused.

In other words - go read the fic! Recommend very much! As well as other fics of this author!

P.s. Somehow I liked their fics so much that I got into drawing those guys in their fics apparently?? Thank you,dear author, for giving me inspiration to draw even more! I very much enjoy it!

P.s.s. Hopefully the quality of file looks well btw not btw.

[elvis-official]

Does the king like alterhumans? (therians, otherkin, etc)

Woah mama I think they're awesome

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

So yes I have OF COURSE read @naffeclipse new fic Apex Polarity and yes, I AM OBSESSED!

So I decided to make a little comic of how I think their "first encounter" might have looked like from Eclipse's perspective.

I can't help but think about how alien and scary we most look to him (especially if there is a history of fasco hunting polar sirens in the past). With all that gear we look like emotionless beings, just observing and uncaring of this ice world. But then when y/n shows up and probably exudes this joy and wonder for his world + shows respect for the creatures and the environment??? Mmh yeah, I can see Eclipse falling for y/n, especially considering how alone he might be...

So yes, that's what I have for today! If you want to read the fic I'll link it right here. I can't recommend it enough, but as always, read the tags so you know what you're getting into! And lastly I also want to @themeeplord beacuse Eclipse's design is basically their design in my style (god I love their design so much, their character/creature designs are the BEST) so all the credit goes to them! Polar!Y/N is my design thou! ;P

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go read the two latest chapters-

YIPPEE!!!

[sysig]

You’re looking a bit different than usual! (Patreon)

[fidgetspringer-art]

Equestrian AU part 2 Tansy makes her (Loud) appearance.

At the tail end of the following week. Martin gets his first taste of one Noah Powell.

Him and Casey are sitting on the front steps, waiting for their new guests to arrive, when a gleaming black pickup truck comes crawling up the gravel driveway, leaving a plume of dust behind it. It’s hauling a huge trailer that looks more like one of those mobile homes than it does a horse trailer.

The truck comes to a halt in front of them, and out climbs who Martin first mistakes as the owner, until the actual man of the hour comes around the side of the truck, and some vague memory is triggered somewhere in Martin’s head. He’s seen that face before, somewhere, but he couldn’t say where exactly.

The taller of the two comes up to shake Martin’s hand. “Gabriel Warren, pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hart.”

“You as well.”

He doesn’t get to say anything else before Gabriel is stepping to the side. “This is Noah, he’s the owner.”

Noah steps up, curtly offering Martin his hand. “Noah Powell. Let’s just get this over with, yeah?”

Gabriel’s eye twitches. He manages to look apologetic when he smiles at them. “Noah isn’t super keen on this idea. He’s never handed his horses off to someone else before.”

“Never needed to.” He cuts in. He’s looking around the farm with disinterest. Like he would rather be anywhere else.

Martin wonders how much of that is a reluctance to leave his horse behind, and how much is genuinely thinking he’s got better places to be right now. Martin hates this guy already. He’s got the sort of attitude that grates on his nerves. It hasn’t been five minutes and he’s starting to regret taking him on.

“Not to worry, Noah.” Casey pipes up. Cheery despite the fact that she’s gone completely ignored so far. “We’ve got an open gate policy here at Hilltop. You’re free to come visit whenever you’d like.”

Martin tips his head in Casey’s direction. “This here is Casey. I suppose you’ve already spoken over the phone. She runs this place, pretty much.”

Gabriel is polite enough to offer her his hand. “Good to finally meet you.” He looks between them, “So the farm is a bit of a marital business then, I take it?”

Casey is quicker on the draw than Martin is. “Oh no! Not quite. People do often joke that we’re practically a married couple, but we’re just old friends is all.”

It’s not the first time this assumption has been made. Casey has been at his side since they were teenagers. She’s his oldest friend, and maybe in a different world they might have ended up married. But in this one, they don’t exactly line up with each other’s preferences.

“Ah, sorry for assuming I-” Gabriel is cut off by a loud bang echoing out between the buildings. Followed by another. Then the trailer starts to rattle with the sound of stomping hooves.

“Better get her off the trailer before she throws a fit.” He’s already moving to get the door open. Martin follows. Curious to get his first look at this horse. From the racket she’s making now he can already tell he’s got his work cut out for him.

He watches Gabriel lower the door carefully to the ground, revealing a pitch black mare with tall, white socks. She’s glistening with sweat and her eyes are wild and searching, taking in her surroundings eagerly. As soon as she realizes she’s in a new place, the whinnying starts up.

And she is loud.

Martin watches the way she’s not standing still even for a second. She doesn’t wait to listen for the other horses to call back to her. She just starts tossing her head, rattling the beam in front of her and kicking out against the dividing wall against her side. She’s a flurry of stress and motion and Martin has seen the exact same thing a hundred times before.

Gabriel clips two lead ropes onto her halter, one on each side, before he hands one over to Noah, who’s come over to presumably help him. “You got her?”

Noah waves him off. “Just get on with it before she breaks a fucking leg.”

Gabriel unlatches the dividing wall, and the moment it swings outward, the mare is making a break for it.

She doesn’t get far, not with one man on either side of her, laying on the lead ropes. But she manages to drag them both a few feet out and away from the trailer before she stops, head held so high she’s almost on her tip-toes, blowing out a snort that sounds more like a dragon than a horse.

Gabriel is patting her neck, murmuring to her in an attempt to get her to settle down. But she responds by calling out with the full capacity of her athlete’s lungs. Martin is almost tempted to cover his ears.

Noah yanks on the lead rope, hard. “Hey! Cut it out.” The mare doesn’t so much as flinch. He looks to Martin next. “Where do you want her?”

He points down to the gate that leads into the main pasture. “Just take her down there, if you can.”

Noah wrinkles his nose. “You won’t be able to catch her. Don’t you have a corral or something?”

“She’s getting a few days in the pasture to settle in. I’ll catch her when I need her. Don’t worry.” He tries to sound reassuring, without letting his disdain show through.

It’s not often that Martin is this put off by his clients. He’s dealt with plenty of people at the end of their rope. People who are angry, and tired and who take that out on their horses. But the disrespect this man radiates has red flags all over it.

Noah scoffs. “I’d rather she be in a smaller paddock.”

That takes him by surprise. “Why? She hurt?” he hasn’t heard anything about her being injured, he wouldn’t usually take on a horse that’s recently failed a vet check.

“No. It’s just what she’s used to. I’d rather she not get hurt.” He says it like Martin is stupid for not understanding.

He suddenly knows exactly what type of owner he’s dealing with here. “You read the contract, correct?”

Noah’s frown deepens. It doesn’t help that the mare is tossing her head, jostling him sharply every few seconds. “I did.”

“Then you’ve agreed to my terms. I can’t guarantee she won’t hurt herself while in my care. But I won’t lock her up just to ease your mind. You leave her here, she’s living the same way the rest of my horses are.”

Noah looks like he’s just bitten into a lemon. Martin can tell this is it. They’re at a fork in the road, and either Noah will load his mare back on the trailer and go home, or he’ll agree to Martin’s terms. He’s almost a hundred percent sure it’ll be the former, based on how Noah is now staring back at the trailer, cheeks red with how angry he is. The mare tosses her head again, front feet lifting off the ground for a handful of seconds.

“Fine.”

Martin blinks. Oh. He gathers himself quickly. “The pasture, then. I’ll get the gate for you.”

Noah is the one to reach up and unbuckle the halter at the gate.

It slips down her white-streaked nose and the moment she feels it drop, she’s off, not so much as a thought spared in her owner’s direction. She’s running full tilt down the pasture, a spray of dirt and grass whipped up behind her.

She looks around frantically as she runs, until she spots the herd already grazing further down. She comes to a screeching halt, tail still up like a flag and calls out to them.

All the horses in here are Martin’s own, except for the two that belong to Casey. He wouldn’t dare mix client horses together, not without knowing what to expect from them. So he always starts them off with his own herd to see how they do. There are seven of them in total. All of them calm and uncomplicated in their dynamics. Harmonious. This mare seems to be everything but.

Noah has only just now spotted the rest of the herd. He looks like he’s going to be sick. “You didn’t tell me she’d be turned out with a bunch of others.”

Martin shrugs. “Didn’t think to state the obvious.”

Noah scoffs, but he doesn’t shoot let slip whatever snarky remark Martin can tell he’s holding back on. And thank god for that. Martin is already getting close to fed up with this guy. The sooner he’s turning his trailer around and leaving, the better.

He can’t help but notice however, the way that some of that tense anger drains out of Noah as he watches his horse be greeted by the rest of the herd. Achilles is the first to reach her. They touch noses. The big lad is calm and gentle about it, ears up and curious to have a look at the newcomer. The mare is a little more dramatic. She’s jerking her head back every time Achilles touches her, all while making an unnecessary amount of noise and kicking up dirt. Achilles weathers the storm with the patience of a saint, and soon his calm seems to help settle the mare a little was well.

Martin can’t help sneaking glances over at her owner while everything is going down. He’s leaning on the top beam of the fence, arms tucked up under his chin. There’s a softness to him now that wasn’t there before. He’s watching the horses interact with a spark of wonder in his eye that makes Martin want to lean in closer, just to get a better look.

“What’s her name?” He says instead, when he realizes he doesn’t know.

Noah’s eyes shift over to him briefly, that tense line between his brows returns the moment Martin speaks. “Tansy.” He says it like he’s challenging Martin to make a comment.

“Like the flower?”

Noah snorts. “More like a weed.”

“Depends who you ask, I suppose.”

That makes Noah look over at him again, something unreadable on his face. “I suppose.”

Martin realizes then that there is something odd about his eyes. Aside from how he seems to wield them like a knife. One pupil is much wider than the other. His left is barely a pinprick against the blue, the other so blown it’s almost all black. It’s a striking look, and in a strange way it suits him. There isn’t really anything else remarkable about him. He’s decent to look at, but aside from the constant scowl on his face the only thing that really stands out about him, now that Martin has noticed, are is eyes. Yet for some reason, Martin has never wanted to keep looking at someone more.

He makes himself stop staring, before he gets caught. He has a feeling Noah wouldn’t take too kindly to it, and he likely wouldn’t be shy about calling him out on it either. He looks back out towards the horses instead, where Tansy is being approached by the rest of her new pasture mates.

She greets the rest of the herd more politely, but not entirely without drama, and after goading them all into running a few laps up and down the pasture, they all decide that the theatrics are over for now and get on with grazing.

Martin knows they’ll have another few rounds of screaming and bickering before they all figure each other out, but for now, the initial introduction is over and done with. “She did good.”

Noah doesn’t look convinced, but he nods. “At least no one ended up broken.”

“She’ll be alright. Spending some time with the others’ll be good for her.”

They wordlessly turn away from the fence to make their way back towards the house. Gabriel vanishes into the trailer to fetch Tansy’s tack and feed, while Noah stands back with Martin and Casey, seemingly not in a rush to help him.

“So. How long do you think this is going to take?”

Martin has been asked the same thing countless times before, but it never stops being his least favorite question. “Hard to estimate. I’ll give her a good few days to settle in, then I’ll have the vet out to look her over, before I start working with her.”

“She’s already been vet checked.” Noah protests. “Extensively. Nothing wrong with her.”

“Not by my vet, she hasn’t. It’s not up for negotiation.”

Noah looks like he’s about to argue, but then Gabriel steps out of the trailer, arms loaded up with tack. “Where’s your tack room, Martin?”

Martin jumps at the chance to take Gabriel down to the barn to show him. He can feel the displeasure in Noah’s glare on the back of his head as he walks away.

It’s going to be a long few months.

[Part 1 here]

[vaguely-concerned]

bunter keeping peter from being swallowed up by an evil bog with the kind of hysterical strength otherwise only known by mothers deadlifting cars to save their tender babes is something that can actually be so personal

[mattastr0phic]

[its-all-papaya]

the contrast between the arrow mclaren race debrief video vibes and the mclaren formula 1 race debrief video vibes are truly fascinating to me.

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

debate

(topic: how many and what configuration of kids do they give off vibes of having (either at present or in the future)(partner is irrelevant in most cases, some could be single parents for all i care))

[sillygoofyqueer]

I've been doing an overhaul of my room!! Very fun, fulfilling my childhood dreams of having a yellow room, and I'm going to finally put all those gay posters up on my walls n everything. Anyway, more of @lyngracetalksnwritesnstuff's birthday present AU (also known as Hanguang-Jun goes to the future AU)!!

Lan Huan is very pleased with how things are going for him right now. Lan Zhan offered a very slow approximation of a sentence, and Wei Ying's face lit up as he exclaimed "I recognise some of these!" before reaching for his satchel and whipping out a huge binder of notes. He drops it down onto the table between them and both Lan Huan and Lan Zhan flinch at the sound, but the two children don't even blink at it. Wei Ying leans over to try and open it, but then A-Yuan makes a mildly disgruntled sound and he realises that he does still, in fact, have a toddler on his lap, which cannot help him communicate with Lan Zhan well. Lan Huan isn't one to overstep or anything, but Wei Ying seems to have his hands full and A-Yu is also looking between his baby brother and his drink (which requires both of his hands) with increasing distress, so he offers to take A-Yuan off his hands. Wei Ying looks at him like he's an angel sent from the heavens and, while A-Yuan is being handed over to him, Lan Zhan looks almost moody despite not knowing what's going on.

Despite Lan Zhan's moodiness, he is quickly distracted by Wei Ying, who becomes more delighted with every character that he seems to have translated properly. Meanwhile, Lan Huan gets to engage in a very serious conversation with A-Yuan about the merits of sausage rolls and then asks A-Yu about what he likes and if he enjoys school, easing him into a quiet conversation. He adores children so much, he thinks they're so cute and they're always so full of life - A-Jue loves them as well, he's truly just a big softie when it comes to them, but they simply haven't had time to even consider adopting with their hectic work schedules. However, A-Jue has been hinting at it occasionally...he has also been mentioning wanting to get off the night shift or taking a backseat at his security company, so perhaps it's time to talk to him about it soon. For now, though, he just focuses on entertaining the two children while Lan Zhan and Wei Ying huddle over the folder and point randomly at different notations or whatever it is they're doing (he will not pretend to understand).

He doesn't realise how long it's been until his phone suddenly starts vibrating in his jacket pocket with the alarm reminding him that he has a shift to get to soon, and he realises that they've been sitting in the café for quite a while. It leaves him with a decision to make - leave Lan Zhan here with Wei Ying and then ask A-Jue to come get him later, imposing on even more of Wei Ying's time, or ask Wei Ying to take Lan Zhan home with him, so they can make more headway with his communication skills? He doesn't really want Lan Zhan to be too far away from where he knows he's safe...(yes, ever since Lan Zhan grasped his sleeve in the crowded area, he has been seeing the man as somebody important to worry about, like a didi) So, he comes to possibly the best decision. He messages A-Jue to ensure it's okay, adding that Wei Ying has kids that seem to be getting bored and fussy, and then asks Wei Ying if he wants to come back to the apartment so they can continue this while A-Jue entertains the kids?

Listen, if this was any other stranger, Wei Ying would of course say hell no, because why would he take his children anywhere that could be remotely dangerous? However, this is Lan-Laoshi's nephew, who has entrusted him with breaking down the language barrier between them and Lan Zhan, and has been distracting A-Yuan and A-Yu very well for these past couple of hours. He weighs up his options for a moment, before coming to the conclusion that nothing bad could really happen, and so agrees to it. A-Yu looks excited at the prospect of going on an adventure of sorts, while A-Yuan is too busy chewing on a lock of Lan Huan's hair to really have a reaction, but he's never really been a fussy kid when it comes to these things, so it's nothing if not a bonus! Lan Huan looks relieved, and Lan Zhan has no visible reaction because he has no clue what's going on, so Wei Ying points at one of the sentences they've built from what he's managed to correctly translate from the original rulebook - "moving to another area" (stolen from a rule about not running or something).

It doesn't take long for them to get there, which is really useful because Wei Ying's shoes do not fit properly and he's got some mean blisters appearing the backs of his heels with every step they take, with Lan Huan letting them into the apartment building before telling them his apartment number and ducking off to go to work. Wei Ying takes one look at the empty lift, then looks over at Lan Zhan, who is staring at the foreboding metal doors with suspicion clear in his eyes, and decides that it's better to just take the stairs than risk the magic man trying to blow up something in shock. He carries A-Yuan in his arms because he will throw a strop if he has to climb stairs when he's tired, and A-Yu walks along beside him until Lan Zhan suddenly scoops him up as well and just keeps walking as if he isn't carrying a thirteen year old in his arms like it's nothing. A-Yu is absolutely delighted by this, squealing and clinging onto the man as he's carried up, and Wei Ying's been hit with a sudden desire to ask for Lan Zhan's hand in marriage based on this alone like a fucking lunatic.

A-Yuan and A-Yu knock on Lan Huan's apartment door together because A-Yuan likes to be included in these things and A-Yu is a very good brother, and it's answered by a impossibly tall and muscular man who could definitely crush him into a ball with his bare hands if he wanted. They stare at each other for a moment, before the man raises a brow and gestures for them to come in, A-Yu finally being placed onto his feet to take off his shoes and A-Yuan squirming around to follow his gege's steps a few moments later. Lan Zhan is rather casual about the whole thing, utterly respectful and elegant with every movement he makes as he goes to sit on the couch. This leaves Wei Ying in an awkward standstill with this man until he goes "I'm Nie Huaisang's brother" and everything is suddenly right with the world because Huaisang talks about Nie Mingjue aaalll the time. If This guy can deal with Nie Huaisang, then he can definitely deal with anything Wei Ying may throw at him (probably...), and also he just immediately starts showing the boys around as though they are royalty while he sets up in the living room with Lan Zhan.

[kalied0skull]

How would you feel about accidentally agressive soda?

It popped into my head after seeing a post of a still of Soda and Johnny in GGaH

Like he gets so excited he accidently hurts people or he gets so happy he punches whoever closest to him (steve or darry)

missing soda too hard so i had to grab this ask and shake it around in my head /pos

IIIII FUCKINGG LOVE THIS CONCEPT !!! ☹️

soda who's always smacking the person beside him when he gets excited, slamming fists into peoples arms repeatedly, squealing and yelling and looking over to immediately apologize because "oh, glory, did i hit you? I'm so sorry!"

he's constantly grabbing steve or twobit, gripping the lapels of their jackets and shaking them hard and heavy as he laughs and lets go, spinning around and squealing about.

you can NOT sit in front of soda when he's getting into a good ramble, because he WILL be kicking whoever is in front of him from how much he can't sit still.

that boy is a FIDGETER !!! HE CAN'T QUIT MOVIN' !!! and unfortunately that does mean he is CONSTANTLY smacking and punching stuff without the intention of trying to hurt them 😭

not even just physically, i think sometimes he'll just get really excited and go "Fuck off." "You're joking." "Shut the fuck up!" whenever someone tells him something, he's got one of those very theatrical voices in my head to the point you have to just BARELY squint to tell that he's being funny all the time.

he'll catch ponyboy in one of that kid's tangents and be all "Are you fucking kidding me?!" stopping ponyboy in his tracks to turn to soda, catching soda with a big GRIN on his face and going right back to yapping whatever he was yapping — side note .. .. love ponyboy who is infamous for being TERRIBLE with tone. he's so speculate about everything 😭

AWGGHH I LOVE HIM ☹️

[polarisbibliotheque]

Staying alive - Dante and his s/o

It works, you can't tell me otherwise!

Devil May Dance - Stayin' Alive, by Bee Gees

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Oh, hellish imps. One of your least favorite demons. It doesn't help that they managed to chain you to a chair at the local Disco - luckily, Dante will surely be there to save the day. And to dance.

Author's Note: I friggin' love this song, thanks so much anon for throwing this with Dante here, it works like a charm!! I almost screamed when I saw it xD My mom is a HUGE Bee Gees fan, so I listen to their songs all the time since I was born hahahaha

I've been writing this one since you guys sent me the songs, but as I mentioned before, my health got in the way as always. I'm managing my energy and a bunch of personal issues that appeared the last couple of months, so I decided to finish this one and focus on the Halloween specials of this year! Fret not, though. I'm keeping all your suggestions and I'll write them - it's just gonna take longer than I expected "^^ Also, there's a throwback here to a very special Devil May Dance, hope you guys like it!

Well, out of all the situations you could have found yourself in, that would be your most unexpected one.

It was a stupid mistake, really. A step in a wrong place, a weaker grip on your sword, a miscalculated attack from an enemy. When you least expected, there you were, caught by a bunch of hellish imps, tied to a chair on the local Disco in town, of all places.

With the imps, well, imping around as all those annoying little creatures used to do.

They were one of your least favorite types of demons, that you had to be honest with yourself.

“You know, if you keep doing that, you’re gonna end up breaking it, stupid little thing.” You said with a sigh, head boringly held by one of your hands.

“Says the big bad devil hunter tied to a chair!” The imp taunted back, still smacking the amplifier. You could kick it into oblivion and make it fly to the next country without a plane, but with those chains you were really useless. You sighed again.

“That’s an amp, you buffoon. Its purpose is to amplify sound, if you want something to happen, you have to put some music on, jerk.” Yes, Vergil’s vocabulary got to you – then again, the best way to describe those demons was ‘buffoon’. Vergil’s colorful vocabulary did have a purpose.

“Blah blah blah – talking too much for someone in your situation!” The room exploded in a bunch of high-pitched devilish laughs and you could only roll your eyes.

“Honestly, I hope that thing breaks and electrifies you. That will serve you as a lesson, you moron.”

As if words had power, the thing immediately broke on the hellish imp hands and sent a wave of electrifying shock through its body – making it shake viciously and drop the thing immediately as it fell to the ground with the tongue sticking out of the mouth and mumbling something while unconscious. The other imps stared at you as you smiled with pride – as if you had actually done something.

“Told ya.” You perked on your chair, looking as proud as you could in that situation. Your weapons were tossed on the other side of the room – and you had already gone through the suffering of watching those buffoons playing around with your stuff until they got bored. “Keep messing around and you’ll all end up dead by stupidity.”

Suddenly, a very well-known bass line started playing – followed by a guitar, a set of lights dancing around the club and the colorful squares on the ground starting their own choreography. You raised one eyebrow, trying to understand what was going on and, really, why the Disco started functioning all of a sudden.

“WOOOHOOOOOO!!!!” Until you saw an imp at the sound booth, messing with a bunch of wires, spinning on one of the office chairs – that definitely didn’t belong to the DJ.

Well you can tell by the way I use my walk I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk Music loud and women warm, I’ve been kicked around Since I was born

Well, well, there it was. Stayin’ Alive. Quite fitting, if you had to say, given your situation. Quite ironic too – and if Destiny really was a humanoid entity, you wanted to have a serious talk to it, because why in all hells it had to be joking around with you that much?

“And now it’s alright, it’s ok, and you may look the other way…” You started muttering the lyrics, lightly tapping your foot on the colorful ground. If that song didn’t remind you of your red devil, you didn’t know what would.

Smiling to yourself, you forgot the imps for a while. You could almost see Dante at the Devil May Cry, barefoot on a lazy Saturday, dancing around the floor of the shop while you giggled at his huge desk. He had some great moves and was definitely showing off now that he had someone to dance to – you were reading, comfortably settled on his big chair, until the jukebox started playing Bee Gees and Dante couldn’t stop himself from dancing.

You didn’t last long with your book though: your red devil grabbed your hands, leading you to the center of the shop; your very own dance floor. You never really talked much about that with Dante, but you were quite certain he didn’t have many opportunities to go out dancing and have fun – even if he was the most fun-loving guy you had ever met in your life. He was a Sparda, after all, and you knew how much Dante avoided being around people so he wouldn’t put them in any sort of danger. You could almost see him dancing alone at the Devil May Cry for so many years – probably watching Saturday Night Fever on that sorry old television of his, copying Travolta’s moves and learning it all only to have fun… By himself. But now, he had a partner to share that with – and you could see in the brightness of his smile how much Dante enjoyed it.

Both of you waited a whole lifetime to start enjoying the things you had dreamed about for so long.

You snapped out of your golden memories, though, when you heard a shot and a loud sound of something falling on the ground. Furrowing your brows, you looked to the other side of the room and, lo and behold, those hellish pestering things were messing with your stuff again while prancing around to the sound of disco music.

That was something you never thought you would see in your life.

“Oi, put that down! You’ll end up breaking it!” You pointed at the imps joking around with your guns, but they only made funny faces and flipped you back as a response. You just stared at them with contempt in your face, having almost no expression but a very annoyed one. “I swear, I’m gonna hang you all by your feet when I get rid of these shackles, you fucking clowns.”

Among the laughs and the music, though, another shot rang outside the club. No one really cared about it, until the door burst open because the imps outside were yeeted in – flying through the dance floor while screaming, stamping the wall of the stage right across the club and leaving a trail of blood on it as it fell dead to the floor.

Looking at the door, you couldn’t help but shake your head and smile. Bathed in the dancing lights of the Disco, Dante strutted in – sword resting on his shoulders, arms open while his free hand held one of his guns.

“Ey, you guys started the party without me?” He stopped after taking a few steps in, illuminated by the twinkling lights on the floor and the ceiling – that cocky smile plastered on his lips.

Oh, you loved that man. So much. How couldn’t you?

“Wouldn’t call this a party when I can’t dance.” You showed him your foot chained to the chair – and you could see in those sky-blue eyes, a sort of compassion mixed with love and a little bit of pity; crowned by his endeared but still convinced smile.

“No worries, babe, your man’s here to help you.” With a wink, Dante skillfully glided through the dance floor, shooting some imps on the way. They tried to block the man, but he swept the floor with the demons with a swift move from his sword, back to his shoulder with a flowy movement. “Got the wings of Heaven on my shoes, I’m a dancin’ man and I just can’t lose!”

You had to laugh at how happy Dante looked while gliding his feet on the colorful squares on the ground, spinning around to hit a couple more imps who tried to get to him. Facing you, Dante winked one more time, now keeping his sword on place and dual wielding Ebony and Ivory.

One step to the right, a shot at a flying imp. One step to the left, a shot at another devil who tried to run towards him. Keeping the groove, Dante spun again doing his old trick of shooting around the club and hitting multiple enemies at once – you ducked and covered your head, still laughing at his antics. Spinning his guns in his hands, Dante coordinated his steps, the beat of the song and the shots being fired.

Ah – shot – ah – shot – ah – shot – ah – shot – stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive – and a little pause for a choreography as he faced you, as if Dante was putting on a show for you only.

“Woohoo, get ‘em, cowboy!” You had to. Dante usually had fun while fighting, but not like he was having today – it’s not like it was a difficult or life-threatening fight, so he could afford being a lot more playful and goofy.

And you had to love goofy Dante.

A couple more shots, and the imps surrounding him were all but stunned, laying on the floor while recovering for the next round. So, Dante did what he did best.

“Stayin’ aliiiiiiiiiiiiiveeeeeeee…” Singing out loud, shaking his hips, and pointing around only to finish the phrase pointing at you.

And of course, he had to be even more over the top. As the demons got up from the floor – helping each other, fighting each other, trying to stand and walk a straight line – Dante started to walk towards you in the rhythm of the song, shaking his hips with every step only to accentuate even more every beat, as if he was a cowboy who had just laced you and now was approaching his bounty.

“Pffffft, you’re ridiculously campy, cowboy…” You couldn’t help but slightly flush, hiding your face on the hand you previously leaned on while completely bored. Well, you couldn’t say you were bored anymore.

“Guilty of all charges, sheriff!” As he approached, one imp tried to get him from behind only to be kicked on the face and thrown into oblivion by Dante’s strength in the process – those sky-blue eyes never left you, though, as well as the playful smile on his lips. “You can arrest me and throw away the key!”

“Hmmm, I might keep these chains then. Maybe I can tie you to our bed when we get home.” You had to tease him back, or it wouldn’t be you and Dante. You saw a sparkle of both fun and desire inside his eyes, as Dante let out a delighted laugh – and kicked another demon on the face.

“Ha! Now that…!” And he had to let the choreography down for a couple of seconds to turn around and shot a few more demons – spinning his dual guns in his hands before doing so, and once more to put them back into their place – but quickly turning back to you; resting one of his hands on the back of your chair, leaning down so his eyes would be leveled to yours. “Is somethin’ I’d love to try, sheriff. You can tie me up and love me any day, sugar.”

You would’ve quipped back if Dante hadn’t used his free hand to cup the back of your neck and pull you into a quite loving kiss – given the situation you found yourselves into. The demons were still trying to get back in shape, now that some of them had run away and some others were still insisting on keeping the Disco to themselves, but with Dante around… You didn’t have to care about demons that much.

“First, let’s cut you lose, shall we?” He still had that playful tone in his voice as he let go of your lips, but as Dante kneeled on the floor to see the shackles, his eyes turned to you with nothing but care in them. “Be careful, Imma cut it down, ok?”

You nodded with certainty and kept your feet together, straining the chains as much as you could so Dante could easily cut it with his sword and not fear hurting you in the process.

“And… You’re set free, babe.” Of course, he had to use that sultry tone he always did whenever he decided to use Lucifer or Faust while sparring with you.

And you would’ve paid more attention to that, if it wasn’t for your sheer and rather intense joy of being cut from those chains.

“Ah, freedom, at last!” You got up in a jump, making him laugh with how happy you were. “Now! Who’s the first one I’m gonna hang from the ceiling, huh?!” You had your hands on your hips, staring at the imps with such a deranged fire some of them actually screamed in terror and tumbled away, flying for their lives through the smashed door.

“Will ya look at that!” Dante clapped while laughing, watching as only a few demons remained to try to stand their ground. “I’ve never seen you scaring so many demons at once!”

“See? I’m learning!” You proudly strutted towards your gear on the other side of the room, mirroring the little show Dante put on for you before. He just stood there, hands on his hips, gladly watching you dance. “Gotta thank Vergil for being such a great example!”

“Oh, bet he’s gonna love hearing that!” With a laugh, Dante punched an imp who tried to get him by surprise – now flying away to hit another couple of demons who inadvertently tried to follow. “But hey, keep on shakin’ those hips like that, hot stuff, I might have to one up ya.”

You let out a mischievous giggle in response, now feeling even more motivated to let yourself loose on the dance floor. While checking your guns – making sure they were in one piece, all bullets where they should be, no damages – you kept moving to the rhythm, singing the lyrics you knew so well.

Dante crossed his arms, gladly watching the show you were putting on – now casually hooking your guns to your holsters and moving to check on your sword. The imps gathered together, blabbering around like screeching minions, preparing a supposedly devastating attack with all their forces combined to bring both of you down – but Dante couldn’t care less. He had a delighted smile on his lips, arms still crossed and tapping one of his feet on the floor to the beat of the song, barely holding himself still.

He guessed his lifetime of bad luck was to compensate for the one moment in his life where you appeared – out of nowhere, in the middle of a job, covered in demon blood and spite. That was the luckiest Dante had ever been and he could see that happening as all the luck he never really had.

Who could’ve guessed that after all that hell that he called his existence you out of all people would find him – and see him? Someone with a heart of gold, a soul of steel, a spirit like fire and kindness like water; who would challenge him but also complement him in all the perfect ways Dante could have never imagined.

Watching you dancing while strapping your sword on your back like he always did, turning around to wink at him and shake your hips from side to side to the beat of the song, raising your arms above your head and closing your eyes while smiling… You were better than any dream. You were his partner, his sheriff, his lover. He only wished he could’ve had an entire lifetime with you in it.

“Hoo, is it me or it’s gettin’ hotter in here, babe…?” With those words from his lips, you opened your eyes once more, trying to read what he was about to do when Dante took his sword from its holster and left it on a table.

“Dante…!” You immediately widened your eyes as he started stripping off his coat while making the most obnoxious and campy stripping dance you could have ever seen.

“What…?” Of course, being the man he was, Dante feigned innocence. You just pointed back at him – blushing like the first layers of Hell, but with a radiant smile on your lips. Honestly, he lived just to see that sight every time you decided to grace him with it. Dante would never tire to see you smile so genuinely.

“There are hellish imps here, red devil. Have some decorum.” Again. Vergil’s vocabulary had its purpose – and when it came to his twin brother, you had to admit colorful words were the best you could do to try to voice some of your exasperated feelings.

“Oh, you thinkin’ I’m gonna take it all off?” Dante pointed at himself with his free hand, his coat hanging on the other hand. He let out a hearty laugh right after. “Ha! You are gonna have to work for that, sheriff!”

You had to fall into a fit of laughter as Dante started spinning his coat on the air only to throw it away dramatically, going back to his best Saturday Night Fever dance. You didn’t know if you wanted to melt through the floor into oblivion from embarrassment or if you wanted to get into the challenge. Therefore, laughing was the only choice available, really.

You had to note, though, that the embarrassment only came from having an audience – you could still hear the imps arguing and wondered if they would end up killing each other in disagreement – because if you were both alone at the Devil May Cry… Dante would have the dance-off of a lifetime after that taunt.

“Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother, you’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive!” You decided, even if feeling a little awkward, to mirror Dante’s dancing – pointing at him while singing, finally strutting towards your red devil.

You had your whole life to kill demons – dancing with your lover, though, was a lot more important in your book.

“Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’, and we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive!” Dante pointed back at you, ready to meet you in the middle. Those lyrics, though, they were quite fitting to both of you – with everything you had to go through on a daily basis, somehow, you always remained alive. Together.

There was some kind of poetry in that. At least in Dante’s point of view.

As the famous riff sang its lyrics, you finally reached each other, starting a perfectly synchronized choreography you both invented during a boring afternoon at the shop – which ended up being not so boring after all. With you dancing while perfectly mirroring him, Dante couldn’t help but have the brightest and most delighted smile on his lips – his face lighting up like the sun, barely noticing he was laughing from enjoying that moment.

The most mirroring he ever got was from a shadow doppelganger at the Temen-ni-gru – and that thing was hell bent on killing him with his own powers and tricks. Now dancing? That was a first. Something he had only seen on movies like Footloose or Grease, something he thought he would only have in the realm of daydreams. Oh, how he loved turning those into reality with you.

“Ready…” Of course, you both were very much aware you weren’t alone - the imps weren't as subtle as they thought they were. Your lives were made mostly of stolen moments like that, but it was something you would never complain about. Better to have those moments than to have nothing at all – and the imps were about to steal it away from you. Looking into those sky-blue eyes, you saw Dante’s typical spark and his smart smile on his lips, winking at you as soon as he understood what your eyes were saying. “NOW! ATTACK!”

“I’m stayin’ alive!” You and Dante sang out loud – if you could call that kind of shouting singing – as you spun on the colorful floor, taking one of your guns from your holsters. You ended up with your backs to each other, your arm by his arm, pointing the guns at the demons at the same time. “Let’s rock!”

The imps expected everything but the rain of bullets. They planned a massive attack, all of them at the same time, and still you and Dante made their forces seem like nothing but a wave of hungry mosquitoes during summer – and that because you were each holding only one of your guns.

They could barely get near you before realizing they wouldn’t be able to make it in one piece. The attack was a failure and the best option they had – for those left alive anyway – was to run. You and Dante kept shooting, hitting bullseye with every quick shot. They first screamed as a battle roar, but now they screeched in terror, fleeing from every broken door and window of the Disco – until there were only you and the red devil left.

“Well, guess we showed ‘em a lesson.” You sighed, relief washing down your spine while you put your gun back into its holster. Dante did the same, but you barely waited for him to look back to you. “Thanks for the rescue, cowboy. It was worthy of Bonnie Tyler’s Holding Out For a Hero.”

“Ah, don’t mention it…” But you cut his dismissive words short with a kiss.

It was intended to be a quick kiss – the types of kisses you would always use to shut him up whenever Dante started self-deprecating or playing down how much he was worth – but soon you wanted more. Stepping closer to him, you didn’t let his lips go, resting your hands on his chest while Dante, even if surprised at first, immediately laid his on your hips. The song was still going, and you both still had the fire to keep dancing, but you could take a few moments to enjoy that kiss with more heart than you intended at first.

You had every intention, though, to keep it going for as long as you could – Dante’s lips were too wonderful to be half-appreciated – but as Stayin’ Alive found its last chords, another song seamlessly started to let its golden beats and delightful guitar color the place with new rhythms and notes. Apparently, the DJ imp had figured out how to keep the whole collection of disco songs playing – and you couldn’t complain about that.

“Hey…” You parted the kiss abruptly, mirroring Dante’s smile from also recognizing the song. “It’s our song, cowboy!”

You held Dante’s hand, pulling him even further into the dance floor, while he let his head hang back with a laugh at the words he never thought he would hear in that damned life of his. Stepping closer to you, he spun you around only to catch you in his arms, dancing together the same way you used to dance at the Devil May Cry – you both giggling and singing to each other.

“Do you remember? The 21st night of September?” Oh, yes. September. The song that wrapped you both in golden dreams and shiny days – the song Dante would always run to you to have you in his arms while singing, the one you would always search his hands to hold while dancing. The one Dante never thought he would be able to have with someone else.

Dante couldn’t have another entire lifetime with you, but he could have that one – and even better than that: you could have that song together. Your song.

He could get used to the sound of that alright.

[goldensakuma]

🖐️でゾクゾク?!するポーズを決めてみよ📸

[front-facing-pokemon]