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I feel like Mitski is not just for crying like you can just genuinely dance to her songs. People like to talk about how Mitski is just depressive but like Laurel Hell was a banger.

In my opinion ofc,,,

J'ai le sentiment que Mitski ne fait pas de la musique uniquement pour faire pleurer les autres. On peut vraiment apprécier ses chansons et danser dessus. Les gens disent que c'est juste dépressif ---NON NON NON---,,,,,Laurel Hell était incroyable

A mon avis d'accord,,,,,

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Français Ver

Thursday 3:32PM

The hand of mine was roughly dragged into the nearest cafe.

“Shu I told you we have time, we do not need to start planning anything.”

“Silence.”

He was always like this, yet I could not picture him any different. Overly prepared for events no matter how large or small they may happen to be.

Scrapping of chairs against the wooden floors broke my focus on my inner thoughts.

“We will have to awake as soon as possible. Your schedule of the day prior will allow you to have a full eight hours so I suggest you rest on time. Oh and–”

“Dear, what if we order drinks first?” I cut him off abruptly to stop his rambling. “Of course, you may order for the both of us.”

Perfect.

“Excuse me, madam we would like two caramel lattes, thank you.”

As Shu cleared his throat I knew I’d be in for another rant. “Like I was saying before, we need to wake at the earliest convenience. I suggest you wear a simple outfit so you can change quickly.”

“Good idea, will do.”

His eyes then viciously inspected every aspect of my figure. “Do I look fat or something?”

“You need to drink more water, your skin is suffering. Luckily you have three months before the show. A little makeup will also enhance your features.”

Heaving a dry laugh to not sour the mood, I was thankful the waiter had arrived once more to deliver our beverages.

Not even stopping for a refreshment, my perfectionist partner had been obsessively penciling in details.

“Before I forget, I need your new measurements.”

I quirked a brow, “My measurements have not changed though?”

“You have grown taller perhaps by an inch, I am not sure which is why I need to measure you again. I am testing a new design for pants and I can not have them be too short for you.

“I see, then, of course, you may measure me. Later.”

“They are likely to have you placed somewhere towards the end as you are heavily anticipating…”

I had grown accustomed to his many rambling sessions. His papers sprawled out all over the petite table, branching out his various thought patterns. Shu’s hair was ever-so slightly out of place and a natural lighting set upon him. If I had looked the way he did, Shu would have surely scolded me, but, I cannot help but swoon at the rare disheveled appearance.

“You are breathtaking.”

Snapping his eyes at me he squinted. “Hush, you are distracted, now how long do you think it will take for your commute?”

His face was rosy yet focused as always, what did I expect from Shu Itsuki.

I love Shu.

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English Ver

Jeudi 15:32

Ma main fut brutalement entraînée dans le café le plus proche.

« Shu je t'ai dit qu'on a le temps, on n'a pas besoin de commencer à planifier quoi que ce soit. »

« Silence. »

Il était toujours comme ça, et pourtant je n'arrivais pas à l'imaginer autrement. Préparé à l'excès pour les événements, qu'ils soient grands ou petits. 

Le bruit des chaises contre le parquet m'empêcha de me concentrer sur mes pensées intérieures. 

"Nous devrons nous réveiller le plus tôt possible. Votre emploi du temps de la veille vous permettra de disposer de huit heures complètes, je vous suggère donc de vous reposer à temps. Oh et..."

« Chéri, et si on commandait d'abord à boire ? » Je l'interromps brusquement pour mettre fin à ses divagations. « Bien sûr, vous pouvez commander pour nous deux ».

Parfait.

« Excusez-moi, madame, nous voudrions deux lattes au caramel, merci. » 

Lorsque Shu s'est éclairci la gorge, j'ai su que j'allais être confrontée à une nouvelle crise de nerfs. "Comme je le disais tout à l'heure, nous devons nous réveiller le plus tôt possible. Je vous suggère de porter une tenue simple pour pouvoir vous changer rapidement."

« Bonne idée, je le ferai. »

Ses yeux inspectent alors vicieusement chaque aspect de ma silhouette. « J'ai l'air grosse ou quoi ? »

"Tu dois boire plus d'eau, ta peau en souffre. Heureusement, il te reste trois mois avant le spectacle. Un peu de maquillage mettra aussi vos traits en valeur."

Émettant un rire sec pour ne pas alourdir l'ambiance, j'ai remercié le serveur d'être arrivé une fois de plus pour nous apporter nos boissons. 

Sans même s'arrêter pour prendre un rafraîchissement, mon partenaire perfectionniste avait crayonné des détails de manière obsessionnelle.

"Avant d'oublier, j'ai besoin de vos nouvelles mensurations.

J'ai froncé les sourcils : « Mes mensurations n'ont pas changé ? »

"Vous avez grandi, peut-être d'un centimètre, je n'en suis pas sûr, c'est pourquoi j'ai besoin de vous mesurer à nouveau. Je teste un nouveau modèle de pantalon et je ne veux pas qu'il soit trop court pour toi.

"Je vois, alors, bien sûr, vous pouvez me mesurer. Plus tard."

« Il est probable qu'ils vous placent quelque part vers la fin, car vous anticipez beaucoup... »

Je m'étais habitué à ses nombreuses séances de divagation. Ses papiers s'étalaient sur la petite table, illustrant ses différents schémas de pensée. Les cheveux de Shu étaient légèrement décoiffés et une lumière naturelle l'éclairait. Si j'avais ressemblé à lui, Shu m'aurait sûrement grondée, mais je ne peux m'empêcher de tomber en pâmoison devant cette rare apparence ébouriffée.

"Tu es à couper le souffle.

Il me regarde en plissant les yeux. « Chut, tu es distraite, combien de temps penses-tu qu'il te faudra pour faire ton trajet ? »

Son visage était rose mais concentré comme toujours, que pouvais-je attendre de Shu Itsuki ?

J’aime Shu.

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Abracadabra (Piano)

Logan Fields

Gender Neutral(Musically Gifted)Reader

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It had been a long in waiting task for you to teach Logan piano. Mostly due to his avid avoidance of the topic. But, you two had finally solidified a date, a week before his class trip to…Savannah? If only music students got such luxurious class trips.

Nevertheless you sat in the empty classroom ever so lightly tapping against the edge of the piano to pass the time. Occasionally glaring the clock to keep track of the time. One minute late.

<Am I too late? I’m so sorry!>

Your silent taps were drowned out by the boy barging through the door. One minute and two seconds later, but, you would never tell him out of worry to panic him any further.

<No it’s quite alright.>

Standing to free up space for your new “student”. A meek thank you was heard as Logan quickly sat down. Off centre. Grasping his shoulders you positioned him directly in the middle of the piano.

Your touch made him tense up.

<Relax.>

<Sorry.>

<Don’t apologise.>

Hanging his head low you once again fixed his posture. Does it not feel awkward in that stance? You’d never ask, in order to not sound rude or harsh.

<The best way to learn is to play.>

Explaining each key and its corresponding letter Logan hummed in acknowledgment. Automatically pressing down on each key as you spoke.

Placing a paper over the head of the piano, you read off each of the letters to him to play.

<How do you play with both hands? I can’t keep the rhythm with both.>

Thinking of a way to solve his problem you sat next to him.

<For me, I tend to just feel it, in your head you can count each note in. Here I’ll play it for you, watch.>

Keenly observing your fingers, his eyes darted from left to right struggling to keep up.

<I see the problem. You’re thinking of both hands as separate entities, when you must think of them as one. They work together and therefore must move together.>

His eyebrow subtly quirked, hidden by his glasses, maybe you should go slower. Taking another sheet of music out you explained each of the notes on paper.

<This one seems easier.>

You placed your hands atop his and slid them across the board. His body shivered from your cold hands. Slowly letting go as his fingers found a mind of their own. A smile formed on his face as he got both hands moving. Repeating the same melody his grin grew even larger.

<Perfection.>

The word halted his playing. Eyes wide at your compliment.

<Rest your hands I’m going to make you a song.>

Taking a swing from his bottled water he stretched out his non-dominant hand. Your loud scribbling made him curious as he looked over to see what song you were creating.

Holding out the paper he began to read, squinting his eyes at your writing. Softly huffing the notes under his breath he threw his fingers against the keys slowly. To capture the beat of your makeshift song.

<Would you mind playing it first for me?>

Nodding in agreement he slid off the seat to give you full room.

<I made the song slow for you.>

Lightly hovering over the piano you took in some air. Foot holding over the pedal underneath, you gave the original version for your student to copy.

<I see. Do I have to use the pedal?>

<Not necessarily, but, it sounds better and flows properly.>

In contrast to you, he aggressively sucked in the air, before playing. Slowly yet steadily that familiar tune embraced the room.

His once excited expression faltered into a thin concentration as the piece became more and more akin to how you displayed it.

<You’re a fast learner, Logan. You only messed up a few notes, but, we did not spend much time on reading sheet music. So, you can blame me for that.>

The tick of the clock never leaving your mind, it must be 3(15). Head titling up to check, you were right. Instinctively following your line of sight he sighed.

<The time went by fast.>

<It always does when you are focused. A fixation on something can ruin your sense of being and thus time.>

<Yeah, well I told my grandparents I’d be home within an hour.>

<I see, make sure to play regularly or you will lose your ability.>

Yep. He gathered his belongings and held the door for you. Walking side by side out of the school he bid you farewell. Humming the jingle on his trip back, he began envisioning the next lesson.

I pulled this out my ass crack don’t hate too much lmao

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I always come back to read this so might as well reblog

Shu Itsuki relationship headcanons

X Gn reader

▶ Shu doesn't think about romance, this is why when he does begin to fall for you he doesn't notice it at first. It takes him a long time to realize the feelings he has for you are different than his fellow idols.

▶ After he realizes he tends to avoid you a bit, he's not ready to face you after his discovery. He's almost scared to act on his feelings, that maybe you'd never accept him because of his flaws.

▶ When he does confess to you his face goes red and you can hear the nervousness in his voice. When you tell him that you like him back he goes into a state of shock unable to process what just happened.

▶ After you begin dating, Shu makes sure that you have only the best clothes in your wardrobe. He makes sure to make clothes that suit your tastes and he loves to admire you in his creations.

▶ But Shu doesn't know when to stop at most times, often overworking himself late at night on clothes before a deadline. You'll have to convince him to go to sleep, although he's stubborn he tends to listen to you most of the time. Deep down he doesn't want you to worry over him.

▶ Shu works himself too much that he forgets to eat, if you bake or cook he'll end up preferring your food more. He likes to cook with you in his free time and it causes him to focus on himself more.

▶ If you know how to sew Shu would adore it if you made clothes for mademoiselle, he would want to exchange clothes you've made for eachother and work on doll clothes together.

▶ Shu entrusts you with the care of mademoiselle whenever he's busy. He's not good at expressing himself but when he opens up to you it's usually late at night, with you around he finds himself slowly being able to express himself more and more without the help of mademoiselle.

▶ As much as he denies your physical affection the truth is that he really likes your touch, his harsh words mask his real feelings. Although he doesn't like pda because of his idol work, he doesn't want you to get caught up in his idol career because he doesn't want you involved in a scandal.

▶ When you're in private though your affection flusters him, no matter how much he complains about it it doesn't hide the bright blush on his face. He really does crave your touch.

▶ He loves it when you want to watch his idol concerts, he loves when you come running up to him right after the show completely enamored with his performance. After a long concert he thinks he's deserving of a break with his lover.

▶ He finds it easier to fall asleep at night when he's with you, he falls asleep quickly when he's lying on your chest or when he's nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He holds you tight in his sleep unable to let you out of his grasp.

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Sometimes I think I’m a terrible person other times I feel like an human embodied angel

Just depends on the mood ig

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Rlly hooked you up with the cyclops content

My package arrived and it's so funny that the comic store owner picked as many cyclops variant covers as he could, since he knows cyclops is my favorite.

Pics posted under the cut, cuz I just wanna show Somebody.

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My fav character design is the fashionable mf with a fire short haircut. Very polished look im obsessed with it. It’s so clean and simple absolutely to die for.

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Why does Odette black swan revamp look like Shu Itsuki genderbend

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Man at least I posted smth😭

Trish values people who live life to the fullest

Dante values people who are compassionate and understanding

Lady values people who are eccentric and spontaneous

Vergil values people who are deeply passionate

V values people who thoroughly listen

Nero values people who are willing and eager

Kyrie values people who are strong willed and persistent

Nico values people who are earnest and optimistic

Sparda values people who are loyal and truthful

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Trish values people who live life to the fullest

Dante values people who are compassionate and understanding

Lady values people who are eccentric and spontaneous

Vergil values people who are deeply passionate

V values people who thoroughly listen

Nero values people who are willing and eager

Kyrie values people who are strong willed and persistent

Nico values people who are earnest and optimistic

Sparda values people who are loyal and truthful

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The Immortal Companion

Dante Sparda(5)

E for everyone reader

Im ngl this isn’t even finished but I wonder if you guys will enjoy this little blurb anyway

The multiple projections of light slowly came into focus. I had been in a familiar daze that I’ve become accustomed to over the ages. Ages indeed, the world has truly changed rapidly. Yet, an inner circle—community for the miserable to soil in has always remained.

Onwards with my monologue, the ice had long melted within my drink, successfully diluting what I was barely consuming anyway. Mindlessly swirling my cup, rushes of memories emerged from the back of my mind, lovers friends fami—“If you’re not gonna finish that, I’ll have it.”

What. This hauntingly beautiful man grazed his hand along the glass that I had long abandoned.

“Go for it.”

A sneaky smirk burned along his face as he snatched the drink for himself. “Appreciate it.”

A mysterious breeze gave way for a piercing peak into the stranger’s eyes. A second to long, every fibre in my body made my eyes snap away. Was it fear? Was it affection? Perhaps—

“If you’re gonna stare, might as well treat me to some more drinks, don’t you think?”

Shit. That was pretty bold.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.” Fumbling around my two front pockets I retrieved my wallet, it was decently full. “What’d ya havin’?”

“Let’s keep it simple, old fashioned.”

As I further examined every feature that spanned his existence I felt completely and utterly overwhelmed.

“You’ve got some real unwavering eyes don’t you?”

“You said I could continue if I got you a drink.”

Fair. His weak protests halted as he downed his free of charge beverage. Hair sliding past his face as he brought the drink to his lips. Exposing raw view of his eyes.

Blue steel? Blue steel. The colour matched the iris of his eyes. He was almost too beautiful for humanity.

“I must know your name. It’s strange but you feel familiar to me.” I admitted with a slight air of shame, as he must feel at the upmost discomfort of a stranger practically dissecting him with their eyes alone.

Amidst his laughter he choked out, “Five bucks.” As I immediately slammed the exact amount on the counter with an unrequited eagerness. “Well I was joking but I’ll take it.”

“Dante.” That’s it? “What else?”

His eyebrow quirked at the visible desperation. “What do you mean?”

Lines of distress must’ve been clawing from underneath my skin. “I mean, is it just Dante? No last name? No lineage?”

“That’s it. And if you ever have any issues,” he slid a napkin over writing a serious of letters and numbers on the fragile material. “Call, it’s gonna cost you though, depends on the work.”

“Devil May Cry?” That’s it. In his presence, in his attitude.

“Sparda.” In a tone weaker than a whisper. The firm eyebrows he rested with had downturned in an aggressive motion. “What.” It must have not been a whisper after all.

“Sorry, it was nothing.”

“It was something.” Sliding his glass toward the bartender, he walked away in content with the current conversation between us.

Begrudgingly I displayed my fond memories of the one called Sparda. “The dark knight Sparda, believed to be a legend. It’s just you look like him.”

“Look like him?”

“Fine. What if I told you that I’ve been alive for at least millions of years—Not that I even remember my own birthday at this point. But, what if I told you that in those years I had met the great Sparda. My longest companion, my favourite companion.”

“I’d say you’re full of shit,” I couldn’t help but laugh, of course he’d think that way who wouldn’t. Hopefully he’d forget everything I’d just said tomorrow morning accredited to the alcohol.

“If I wasn’t his son I’d really say you’re on something strong.”

My eyes widened at the sentiment his statement gave. “Dante Sparda.”

“Don’t wear it out.” He abruptly rose from the creaky bar stool. A few quick stretches gave way for a series of crackling noises. Must’ve been a good stretch.

The clanking of his boots snapped me back to reality—he was leaving. “Hey wait!” My feet dashed after his fleeting figure.

I wanna start crying tears of lust looking at him help

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I just got the WORST muscle spasm in my leg I am going to cease to exist.

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Dante Thoughts!

Dante Sparda

I can’t do one with Vergil and not my bbg Dante

Amazing with children

His eyes tend to spook adults/adolescents more than small children *they find them cool

Never had a pet before unless you wanna include the King Cerberus Devil arm

Obviously loves rock but I could see him being into other genres of music as well

Certain subsets of metal, general alternative, certain pop songs

Due to the nature of his job he has an extensive shower routine to get demonic plasma off of him and his clothing

Never notices when he gets small scratches like paper cuts because he stabs himself on numerous occasions his pain tolerance is through the roof

A fan of those mall massage chairs

Indulges in alcoholic beverages however he is not a smoker, never interested in it

Much like his brother he’s really bad at getting emotional and just dealing with his problems

Rather than simply putting them past him or blaming himself he tends to play them off in front of company to not sour the mood

Has only actually gone to like four parties in his life💀

This party IS NOT gettin’ crazy

An actual fan of motorcycles and would love to go to a car show to only look at the motorbike section

I can’t decide if he loves the show Jersey Shore or hates it with his entire being

There’s no in between on this

Stares directly into the window of the microwave

Adding onto the music topic from earlier he has a massive collection of physical musical media

Think of tapes, CDs, vinyl

Has a very old USD two dollar bill in his back pocket

I’m not sure exactly where in the world DMC takes place, perhaps Europe? In that case give him an old Euro banknote for his mysterious pocket contents

Not only is good at playing the devil arm Nevan but is also good at playing the actual guitar

Likes lounging spots

Think of bars, cafes, perhaps park tables?

Would actually pay you back if you gave him any sort of loan/money

Thankful for any donations of any kind like to fix the areas he destroyed, Devil may cry itself, or just for himself

Pretty hesitate to accept though, he’d rather receive a job and earn the money himself

Vergil Ver.

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Chat I’m gonna be writing stories like crazy when my semester ends

Until then I’ll be throwing up knowing that I’m not prepared for my exams

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