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[eyebrowswillwood]

(A newspaper page has been left here.)

Paper Will Wood goes missing days before the elections

Paper Will Wood ( @whatifieatedpaperlol15 ), president of the Paper Party, has gone missing on March 23th, just a few days before the elections. Her vicepresident Locks ( @xhypiseepyx ) has been managing most of the administration of the party in her absence. Speculation suggest that she's been put out of scene by competition...

Crazy Will Wood still on the run

Crazy Will Wood ( @lannie-bacota ), one of the most famous mental convicts, is still on the run after having had escaped prision on March 20th. Subject has been seen attacking civilians, authorities advise to procede with caution on the streets.

The one and only Liminal Will Wood solves community issues!

Liminal ( @wood-glue-taboo ) has put end to the spamming problem, proving how able he is to manage the woodlings' community and keep them safe. Remember this elections who was there for the community when things got bad!

A new Yuri and Yaoi for Peace Party?

After Eyebrows Will Wood ( @screaming-pal ) announcement about supporting Liminal's party, there has been division inside the YYPP. As a result, some of the members of the party have left and founded a new party under the same name! They will be candidates at the elections running against Liminal. Do not confuse with Eyebrows' YYPP, that despite being a party it won't run in the elections. It seems so far that Rob Will Wood ( @theultimaterewatcher ) is their leader and is formed by Willsune Woodku ( @doctordiscocalling ) and Agressive Neutrality Will Wood ( @icklemons07 )

Local child is found and back safe at home

On our more wholesome news, we can announce that Png Eyebrow Oranges, the twelve-years-old kid that went missing a few days ago, is back home uninjured and safe!

(Next one is sligthly Out of Character, but please anserw in the replies.)

Are The Bleeding Idiots going too far?

The bleeding idiots [Liminal ( @wood-glue-taboo), Paper ( @whatifieatedpaperlol15 ) and Eyebrows ( @screaming-pal )] have been keeping on making lore, is this getting out of control and going all the way around to bother the woodlings? They have stated that everything will be over by this week. You can check out Paper's thoughts on this post.

[podidro]

kaomojis for u ❤︎ㅤ❤︎ㅤ

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( ; ㉨ ; ) (¬_¬") Σ(°ロ°) (๑⃙⃘´༥`๑⃙⃘)

( =㉨= ) (≖_≖ ) "( – ⌓ – ) ( • ᴖ • ｡)

(◕㉨◕) (๑•᎑•๑) (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ) ദ്ദി˙ ᴗ ˙ )

(∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) (╥ᆺ╥;) (❀❛ ֊ ❛„) (◞‸ ◟)

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[cesiscribbles]

Hello,

Little reminder that I DON’T allow reposts of my comics and artworks.

It also applies to reposting my comic with translations, other edits, voiceovers etc.

ESPECIALLY if you didn’t ask for permission AND are not even able to properly credit me.

[elviratheepic]

Have some silly little bionicle stamps because there's not enough of them out there. Or at least I can't find them, so I made my own. Feel free to use them + no need for credit! These are all from official images, and all I did was the pixel lettering. I might make more because these are making me very happy.

text-less versions under the cut:

[jazzy-art-time]

"Can I park at your house tomorrow"

[timetodiverge]

Batcher wants to be EVERYONE'S bestest friend

[poweredbygoldsrc]

My Version of Beast wirt Lures People into the Woods to "help him look for Greg" Who he knows isnt there- and then when they give up they become Edelwoods- and he feeds them to the lantern-

He Guides Children Home however- He Refuses to Turn any kids into Edelwood. He has Standards/silly

[the-kipsabian]

[katnissmellarkkk]

Katniss and Haymitch only calling each other attractive only in roundabout ways is so funny to me 😂

[trafficshippingtournament]

Get Ready for the Traffic Shipping Tournament of 2025!!!!!

It is time to vote for your favourite ships again!!!

The top 32 ships from the 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series fandom on ao3 was chosen to take part in this tournament (The stats of which you can see here)

However unlike last years match placements, which were random, this year we're giving everyone an opponent of their size by placing them in pairs by their order (Basically: 1 with 2, 3 with 4, 5 with 6,... so on and so on)

Every round of polls will last a week

Finally and most importantly, be kind to each other. This is just a silly tournament

Tags for easy navigation:

The actual match polls -> Polls

If you want support your ship by more than just voting, you can make your own propaganda posts and ask me to reblog them (with the link to the posts) or send me your propaganda in the asks to share for you! Propaganda could be anything from stellar art to incoherent yelling about your faves to bribing -> Tournament Propaganda

Fun stats about the polls for those who enjoy them! -> Tournament Stats

[heavyheavycream]

Hello! I'm asking around some of my favorite feederism / kink / etc. artists questions and seeking advice, if that's ok. I've been interested for a bit in starting to post my own stuff (I already draw it for myself, but I'm proud of a few and wanna share) , but I get really paranoid about people making the connection to my main account and getting bullied or like. Called out.

I was wondering if you had any words on what it's like posting art of this kind online, how open you are about it, if you have a separate main account or not, etc?

probably not the answer you were looking for, but i can't pretend i trust the world enough to be open minded about this kink.

if anybody ever finds out who i am and makes the connection with my everyday art i will nuke my blog and delete everything :3c

(but it's been a year and a half since i've started, and i've never fucked up, tumblr rly allows you to seperate your conversations and blogs. for twitter and bluesky i just created a new email adress :)

[maggiefromspace]

Crocodile icefish or white-blooded fish (Channichtyidae) are a family of fish living in the Antarctic ocean.

They have, and I cannot stress this enough, no hemoglobin and myoglobin, the proteins that bind oxygen in the blood and muscles of literally every other vertebrate.

Source

[solomams]

Thought of Solomon in the beginning of the program who saw Paula slumped over her desk when she's usually really excited for potions class (they sit next to each other at a lab table)

He's trying to figure out what's wrong, asking questions until she finally snaps and admits it's cramps

Anyway he's like "oh i can fix that" and puts his hand on her stomach and she almost decks him because it surprised her

But he murmurs some enchantment and now her cramps are gone. She's gripping him by the shoulders asking wtf he did and to show her

Y'know that stupid (affectionate) smile he does? With his eyes closed? That. Yeah. He's like "I'll do it every time for you if you'd like, just ask me". Because in the beginning her magic isn't very strong y'know, if she did it, it might last an hour or two

Mind you she will NOT be asking, she would rather die because she hates asking for help. Plus, she'd feel awkward trudging up to Solomon and poking him and being like "Can you. Y'know. Please." and she would Not Meet his eyes At All

Which makes me wonder if Solomon would get. A tracker app (lowkey turned into crack here). Because mans is bad with dates !! But also it's not hard to tell when Paula is in pain lmao it's so bad during this time

I think even after Paula gets stronger, Solomon still does the spell for her if he's around to do it. I think when Paula does it to herself, she feels okay, enough to get through the day. But when Solomon does it, it just makes her feel safe and energized. Because it's done with love

[tanumaskoipond]

Natsume Yuujinchou Episode/Chapter Guide

Updated: 22/5/25

Episode Guide | mangadex (fan translations) (up to 113) | manga4life (offical translations) (up to 123)

*The special chapters may be numbered slightly differently between my list and these sites. (such as 19.5 vs 19.1 and vice versa)

Season 1:

Episode 1: Chapter 1

Episode 2: Chapter 2

Episode 3: Chapter 3

Episode 4: Chapter 5

Episode 5: Anime Original

Episode 6: Chapter 4

Episode 7: Chapters 15.1 (Special 1) & 22.5 (Special 5)

Episode 8: Chapter 10

Episode 9: Chapter 7

Episode 10: Chapter 8

Episode 11: Chapter 15.3 (Special 3), a lot of added anime original material

Episode 12: Chapter 6

Episode 13: Chapter 19.5 (Special 4), a lot of added anime original material

NOTE: There is a POV change in the anime. This chapter is from Tanuma’s POV.

Season 2 (zoku):

Episode 1: Chapter 9

Episode 2: Chapter 13

Episode 3: Chapter 14

Episode 4: Chapter 12

Episode 5: Chapter 22.6 (Special 6), a lot of added anime original material

Episodes 6 & 7: Chapters 17 & 18

Episode 8: Chapter 16

Episode 9: Chapter 15

Episode 10: Chapter 19

Episode 11: Chapter 11

NOTE: There are several changes to this chapter. Mainly, the crow youkai does not die in the manga.

Episodes 12 & 13: Chapters 20-22

NOTE: Taki & Tanuma do not meet until Chapter 27 in the manga (adapted into S3E09)

NOTE: The ending of this arc had a couple of changes.

Season 3 (san):

Episode 1: Chapter 48

Episode 2: Anime Original

Episode 3: Chapters 37 & 38

Episode 4: Chapter 15.2

Episode 5: Chapters 42 & 43

Episodes 6 & 7: Chapters 23-26

NOTE: The crow youkai from Chapter 11 (S2E11) is not the woman’s shiki in the manga.

Episode 8: Anime Original

Episode 9: Chapter 27

Episodes 10 & 11: Chapters 28 & 29

Episode 12: Chapters 30 & 31

Episode 13: Chapter 26.1 (Special 7)

Season 4 (shi):

Episodes 1 & 2: Chapters 34-36

NOTE: These chapters were changed quite a bit in the anime. It is a very, very loose adaptation.

Episode 3: Chapters 32 & 33

Episode 4: Chapter 47

Episode 5: Chapter 36.5 (Special 9)

Episodes 6 & 7: Chapters 49-51

NOTE: some dialogue got moved between characters in the anime.

Episode 8: Anime Original

Episodes 9 & 10: Chapters 39-41

Episodes 11-13: Chapters 44-46

OVA:

Natsume Yuujinchou LaLa Special - Nyanko-Sensei and the First Errand: Anime Original

Natsume Yuujinchou Itsuka no Hi ni: Anime Original

Season 5 (go):

Episode 1: Chapters 57-59

NOTE: A lot got cut from these chapters in the anime.

Episode 2: Chapter 56

Episodes 3 & 4: Chapters 52-54

NOTE: The conversation about forbidden techniques was taken from Chapter 62 (which was adapted into S6E04-5)

Episode 5: Chapters 64 & 65

Episode 6: Chapter 55

Episode 7: Chapters 66 & 67

Episode 8: Chapters 71.1 & 71.2 (Special 15)

Episode 9: Chapter 63

Episode 10: Chapter 63.5 (Special 14)

Episode 11: Chapter 59.5 (Special 12)

OVA:

One Night Sake Cup: Anime Original

Party of Fun & Games: Chapter 70

Season 6 (roku):

Episode 1: Chapter 78

Episode 2: Chapter 75

Episode 3: Chapter 74

Episodes 4 & 5: Chapters 60-62

Episode 6: Chapters 54.5 & 54.6 (Specials 10 & 11)

Episode 7: Chapter 76

Episode 8: Chapter 68 & 69

Episode 9: Chapter 79

Episodes 10 & 11: Chapters 72 & 73

OVA:

The Stump of the Suzunaru Tree: Anime Original

Fragments of Dreams (A Fragment of Fantasy): Chapter 73.5 (Special 16)

Season 7 (shichi)

Episode 1: Chapter 84

Episode 2: Chapter 81

Episode 3: Chapter 80

Episode 4: Chapter 83

Episode 5: Chapter 108

Episode 6: Chapters 89.5 (Special 19), 77

Episode 7: Chapters 95 & 96

Episode 8: Chapter 87

Episode 9 & 10: Chapters 92-94

Episode 11: Chapters 88 & 89

Episode 12: Chapter 99

OVA:

A Hand Outstretched: Chapter 84.5 (Special 17)

MOVIES/Additional OVA:

Natsume's Book of Friends the Movie - Ephemeral Bond: Anime Original

Natsume's Book of Friends - The Waking Rock and the Suspicious Visitor: Chapters 82, 97 & 98

Chapters not adapted:

31.5 (Special 8), 67.5 (Special 14), 71, 85-86, 90-91, 100-107, 109-134

NOTE: as of 22/5/25, past chapter 123, chapters are untranslated

Chapters 85 & 86: The Face of the Noren arc

Chapters 90 & 91: Tenjou-san arc

Chapters 100-105 (excluding 102.5): Homura arc

Chapters 106 & 107: Yorishima arc

Chapters 109 & 110: Master of the Name Calls arc

Chapters 113-116: Younger Cousin Saga

Chapters 117 & 118: By the Queens Invitation arc

Chapters 121-125: Portrait of a Girl arc

NOTE: chapter 120 is technically the same arc that begins in 121, but officially it is not listed that way.

Chapters 127-129: Sealed-off Storehouse arc

Chapters 130-133: Unfamiliar Home arc

Chapters 134-?: Cats and the Signposts of Those Days arc

[isnt-that-wizardd]

saw someone post a bingo board wayyy back but haven't seen one since so i made my own version for this new season

(if you saw the same one I did when season one came out then some of the squares are repeats because they're so good but I don't remember who it belonged to do I can't give credit)

feel free to reblog, download, and share. have fun playing!

[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.