#griffon best birb

[bleedingivorydraws]

A fat chibi Griffon for your feed 💙

[the-thunder-chicken]

*offers pets and cuddles for my favorite demon griffon* Good birdie. PRETTY birdie. Best birb. 10/10, would recommend to others. Very Friend Shaped.

YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

[thyweepingwillow]

Heya everyone! Thought id start with a little introduction.

My name is Willow, a dutch 25 girl. I have a little birb named Zeru, who is my best little companion.

Im new on this platform as ive made this account sinds the twitter shenanigans!

I am an art and game enjoyer. And occasionally i do cosplays, costumes or i just dress up because i feel like it.

I mainly draw mythical creatures like gryphons!

In Gw2 i love taking screenshots and making griffon flying vids. You might know me from youtube or other platfroms as the crazy griffon lady(and proud creator of the [Wing] cult- erhm i mean guild)

Imma link some of my other social platforms here. Nee dto update it now but yes:

And my youtube and twitch:

And for now... its time to find my friends on here 👀

[thedyingmoon]

My Griffon Collage is done!🐦🐦🐦

Okay. Continue scrolling.😊😊😊

[yusuke-of-valla]

I feel like we’re veering dangerously close to “Awakening bad” territory and I’m getting a little scared.

Yeah fair, I’ll throw out some positivity to even it out.

Awakening is fucking great and I sank several hours into it grinding and building characters in a way that I never have with Fates or 3H. Like Awakening it was possible to completely break the game and it was so much fun but also grinding wasn’t fucking tedious

Chrom is my buff husband and accidentally marrying him after I got all his other love interests killed was one of the best things to ever happen to me

Playing through Warriors is reminding me how much I love Lissa and her spunk she’s so good. And of course, Owain is my dramatic boy. Also Lon’qu x Lissa slapped

Tharja and Libra’s support also slapped

I know people give Chrom x Olivia shit but fuck jt they probably didn’t get married right at the end of the first half and everyone else can get married quickly if you’re grinding and THEY’RE CUTE TOGETHER

Gregor hasn’t gotten any focus in years but I also love him. Funny big man probably gives great hugs

I love that all the supports are kinda goofy and hen you play through Future Past with the 2nd generation and it’s like “oh yes these children have trauma”

You fight zombies instead of teenagers and I appreciate that so much.

Honestly best Anna outfit, sucks it didn’t make it into Heroes

Speaking of Heroes. Grima hot. All versions

Going back to supports that slapped, I WANT TO BE MANHANDLED

Also slapped: Laurent and Severa

Cordelia and Sumia’s supports don’t actually mention Chrom which is a win

Only game with Griffon riders for some reason AND WHY GIMME THE BIG BIRBS BIG BIRBS

Ok back to legit things the map after Emmeryn died? Fucking slapped

It’s also the game that saved the fucking franchise and without it we don’t have Heroes bringing attention to older games or the Shadow Dragon port or Three Houses

Frederick wears a fucking butler outfit under his armor and I think that’s funny as fuck

Female mercenary outfits were cute as shit it’s one of my favorite class designs ever. Honestly overall I really like all of the class outfits in Awakening more than I like other ones across the series

Yusuke Kozaki’s character art and design FUCKING SLAPS everyone in this game is so hot

Walhart’s a dope villain

THE SOUNDTRACK IS SO GOOD. Id (Purpose)? The most fucking hype ever I’m sorry

I got to make a dramatic self sacrifice and all my friends were sad and we can file that under the list of things that probably lead to me being an angst gremlin today

[raxistaicho]

The Edelhater deletion of Macuil and Indech

Something I see regularly from Edelgard's haters here on Tumblr is the claim that she sets out to "finish a genocide." We'll first leave out the fact that they're always so quick to cry that Edelgard didn't know the truth about Nemesis and Seiros's history (because Rhea herself concealed it) and thus didn't know about this genocide she's supposedly embarking on to complete, but some go a step further and say CF IS about completing a genocide!

To which I ask... What about Indech and Macuil? Why are Edelhaters and green family stans always giving all their focus and protection on the three members accusing Edelgard of being a mutinous rebel from whom they must retake power (for the greater good, of course) and not our favorite shelled boi and angery birb who are just chilling, not bothering anyone who doesn't come mess with them first, and doing what they do best: being a big goddamn turtle and griffon?

Couldn't be because Edelgard would leave them alone since they aren't trying to take or retake control, could it?

[dzamie-oc]

Smaugust 24 - Cloud

Smolder wakes up one morning to find that there is fog. This is rather inconvenient. Will she and her friends prevail over the weather pattern? (1972 words)

cw: My Little Pony, Smolder x Gallus

Smolder slowly returned to consciousness. The young dragoness began to yawn and stretch, only to find both movements impeded by something warm and fluffy. With her eyes not yet quite willing to offer their services, Smolder instead chose to pat around the fluffy area with her hands and, if it came to that, legs and tail. Fluff, fluff, feathers... In her half-awake state, she decided to make a poor decision, and nuzzle into the strange fluff and lick it.

Tastes like griffon.

With her mind slowly working out an updated hypothesis, Smolder finally convinced her eyes to offer their expertise in identifying things. She was met with a sea of blue, and successfully determined that she was, for whatever reason, snuggled up to Gallus. The dragon let out a soft sigh of relief. Even if he were to wake up right now, Gallus was the only of her friends at the School of Friendship who wouldn't breathe a word of this to anycreature else.

In fact, her sleepy mind argued, Gallus was very warm, and soft, and an excellent pillow. Smolder could, if she wanted, simply remain in bed with him and pretend to wake up when he did. Nobody would ever know. With her claws full of his fluffy fur and feathers, it would be as simple as closing her eyes and holding him close, like a new dress in the style of Prench nobility, circa 800 CE (Celestial Era).

However, she also reasoned that just because her bed contained only them, that didn't mean Ocellus wouldn't wake up before the snoozing catbird. Rooster though he may be, Gallus was anything but an early riser. So, with great reluctance, Smolder threw the sheets off of her and rolled out of bed. As she landed and looked back at the griffon, who had unconsciously fluffed out his feathers from the sudden lack of sheets, lessons from Professor Fluttershy ran through her head, refusing to leave until she flipped the sheets back down over him. Unlike Professor Fluttershy probably would, though, Smolder had no intention of tucking him in. That, she had a specific technique for, and used for interrogation, to trap someone in their sheets until she learned exactly how many boxes of tea they saw fall out of her bag, and why that number was actually zero, if they knew what was good for them. So the blue birb stayed untucked, and Smolder turned her gaze to the rest of her room.

To the rest of... Gallus's room, she corrected. And Sandbar's too, but the pony was mercifully missing. The dragoness stretched again, wondering just what had happened last night that she got in the wrong bed. Probably truth or dare. That was usually what caused these things. She thought about sneaking peeks through the boys' stuff, both for hoard and blackmail reasons, and maybe friendship reasons if somecreature caught her, but then realized she didn't give two scales about what deep dark secrets Gallus and Sandbar might have. The thought of getting dressed and leaving before he noticed entered her mind, but then the rest of her mind reminded her that she spent almost all of her time naked. Another, sharper thought poked in, pressing about that "almost," but a quick scan of the room showed absolutely zero frilly, fancy dresses.

With that, there was but one thing left to do. The young dragon turned the handle of the door and pulled. If anycreature asked, she wasn't sleeping with Gallus, she was trying to prank Sandbar, but found him MIA.

Fortunately for Smolder, there was nocreature around to ask what she was doing in Gallus's room. Unfortunately for Smolder, there was a solid wall of fog. She rolled her eyes and started to call up some fire, then woke up just a bit more and remembered that fire plus buildings equals very bad. So, the slow method. The dragon stepped back, breathed a bit of fire onto her claws, and began to wave her claws easily through the thick, ground-level cloud, grumbling to herself. She would never regret the ability to fly, nor would she ever long for the days before her first molt, when she was small enough that adolescent dragons were liable to "accidentally" punt her into a lava pool, but her wings certainly came with downsides.

Just then, a wicked idea came to her. "Well, they say misery loves company," she muttered, as she walked back to the sleeping griffon. Smolder leaned over Gallus's head, cupped her claw to her muzzle, and whispered, "Sandbar's straight."

She leapt back and took flight as the blue griffon jolted awake. "Ponyfeathers!" he exclaimed, landing on all fours on his bed with his wings flared in a defensive stance. As his mind and body caught up to each other, he registered the orange dragoness flapping in place in the middle of his room. He refolded his wings and glared accusingly at Smolder. "What are you doing in my room?" he demanded.

"Whispering sweet little lies into my favorite rooster's ear," she deadpanned, "but actually, I neither know nor really care. We're fogged in here."

Gallus growled at her response, but surprise and incredulity swiftly overtook anger, and he looked to where she was pointing out the door. "We're... how are we fogged in? We're indoors!" he protested, trotting forward to press his own claws through the wall of cloud. He stuck his head in, trying to peer up and down the hallway, then pulled it back out, leaving an avian dent in the fog. "We should tell Professor Rain- wait, hold on," he said, "Professor Rainbow Dash is on the weather team, isn't she? When she's not here or on the Wonderbolts. What gives?"

Smolder shrugged. "I'd say Discord, but the fog doesn't taste like muffins or sulfur. It's just normal fog."

"Normal fog that's in the building." Gallus corrected, flatly.

Another shrug. "Maybe it's a pony thing. Now c'mon, help me dig us out. I'm gonna make for the main hall, or maybe Headmare Starlight's office. You tunnel to the other rooms; 'Cell and Silverstream should be able to help."

Just before Smolder could blow more flame on her claws, Gallus cut in. "Hold up. You woke me up, from quite possibly one of the best dreams a griff of my tastes could have at my age, by lying about Sandbar's sexuality, after YOU found yourself in MY room, all because you wanted me to dig through some clouds?"

Smolder fluttered her eyes at him, though the wicked smirk just below gave away her true intentions. "But Gallus, friendship is about helping others. Isn't it so nice of you to help me, your friend, dig our way out of here?"

Gallus stepped back up to the fog and began clawing through. "You're lucky you're cute."

"I've kicked ponies' flanks for less than that," Smolder shot back as she lit up her claws again, using the heat to cut wider swathes of fog.

The griffon grinned, cocky. "By the scales in my sheets, maybe my flanks are destined for other thi- CAW!" Gallus's taunt was cut short when a burning-hot claw made itself known to his furry, blue hindquarters. He looked back to see the dragoness smirking at him while she idly waved her claws through the fog.

"There's another thing, catbird."

Gallus sat back on his haunches and brought his forelegs up in a T shape. "Alright, time out here. Before we get too far along in our respective paths, is this the sort of thing that's building enough sexual tension to resolve in a passionate makeout or more, or should we put it on the backburner until we're alone and away from the others again?" He points down each direction. "Because I'm not about to shout playful mockery down an entire hall."

Smolder regarded her friend in front of her, and wondered to herself whether he knew he had started fluffing himself up again. "It's way too early in the morning for that stuff," she eventually replied. "See you further along. Or in the main hall if you're a slowpoke."

"Love to hear it," Gallus called back as he started to carve an entrance around the first door. Smolder reapplied her fire and watched the fog melt before her claws, wishing that she could just skip the middlemare and blaze a trail right through.

"Oh, hey Yona," she heard the griffon say, muffled through fog and a door, "I have a favor to ask..."

---

"CHAAAAARGE!!" Gallus yelled from further back. Smolder hung on tight to Yona's back as the yak galloped through the fog, her flightless body passing through it like Smolder could pass through lava. Sticking out of her thick, insulating coat were a number of burning wooden remains of Yona's first bed. One of the ones that wasn't yak-proof. With Gallus calling directions and Smolder making sure the wood was on fire and Yona was not, the yak punched through the low-lying cloud easier than Professor Rarity could poke a needle through fabric. Smolder braced herself as Gallus called "Left!" and then they could see their goal: having cleared a path through the dormitories and the main hall, they were finally in sight of Headmare Starlight's office.

Smolder crawled forward on her friend's back and snuffed out each torch, relying on the residual heat to not knock her off until they were all out. "Alright, Yona, you're good!" the dragon called just before a thicker bit of fog swept her off of the yak and slowed her fall as she made a dragon-shaped hole in the condensation. Yona managed to stop before crashing into the door, and Smolder got up, brushed herself off, and helped Gallus dig the rest of the way. As they approached the door, they heard muffled voices. Headmare Starlight sounded frantic and defensive, and Professor Rainbow Dash sounded beyond miffed.

Yona knocked, and to the testament of the school's construction, the door remained on its hinges. The two mares inside went quiet, until Starlight called out, "come in!"

The three of them walked in. Yona greeted both the ponies, and they waved back, though Rainbow soon resumed glaring at Starlight. In almost unison, Gallus and Smolder asked, "so what's up with the fog?"

Starlight smiled a bit too wide. "Would you believe it's a friendship exercise?"

"Yona sooner believe Sandbar can fly."

Rainbow Dash pointed a hoof at the headmare. "Starlight, here," she said, emphasizing her friend's name, "thought she'd lighten my load for teaching you kids about stratus clouds and sticking together. So she made a spell that created a bunch of stratus clouds." Her hoof fell. "At ground level." She blinked and tilted her head at the trio. "Say, it took me nearly two hours to get here, and I used to be captain of the weather team. How did you get here so early?"

The three friends smiled at each other.

"Yak smash!"

"Dragonfire..."

"And good old griffon cleverness."

---

"So yeah," Smolder said through her mouthful of emeralds, "that's why Professor Dash didn't give the three of us homework today."

Sandbar groaned. "I'm happy for you two, but that's so lucky. If I'd woken up at the door instead of Yona..."

"Hey, the early dragon gets the homework exemption."

"Don't worry, Sandbar," Ocellus added, "you can study with Silverstream and I."

"Yona help, too," Yona added, "yaks good at smashing clouds, not at knowing different kinds of clouds."

Silverstream smiled brightly at the dragon and griffon. "Ooh, do you think you'll come too?"

Gallus shook his head. "Maybe another time, but we'll be taking our reprieve and chilling like the winners we are."

As the conversation drifted to other things, Gallus caught Smolder's eye. There was a brief, silent conversation, before the griffon mouthed, "your room or mine?"

Smolder smiled.

[captainfinebuns]

30 Questions

I was tagged by: @ashals-dream​

1: Favorite living world season? LWS4

Joko is so full of himself and I live for it, also it’s just amazing story in general!

2: Favorite expansion?

Heart of Thorns by far

3: Favorite soundtrack?

To addicted to all the music, couldn’t just pick one.

4: First profession you played?

Ranger!

5: First race you played?

Sylvari~ :3

6: Favorite Destiny’s Edge character?

Eir 

7: Favorite Dragon’s Watch character?

Canach

8: Favorite Elder Dragon?

Kralk, who doesnt like a corrupted purple dorito  or Zhatian, the design is cool as hell

9: Best boss fight (story)?

Mordremoth as a sylvari is pretty sick, so far thats still one of my top boss fights.

10: Best boss fight (fractal)?  

uhhhhhhhh no clue, that tentacle one? I wasnt even the right tier for it xD

11: Best boss fight (raid)?

Never done a raid before, only strikes

12: PvE or PvP or RP?

All of them, though I miss RP. Havent got to do it in a while

13: Favorite canon couple?

Kasmeer and Jory~ some good beans

14: Favorite fanon/self made couple?

Canach and Rytlock, you can thank PoF of

15: Favorite quote?

“For the last time, I am not a grouchy cactus man. Nor am I a giant talking choya. You urchins have the manners of a fifthborn.”

16: Most emotional cinematic?

Trahearne or Almorra 

17: Favorite VA?

Sam Riegel

18: Post a fun screenshot! THE COUNCIL! WE ARE ONE BEING 

but also gotta have Canach   ;)

19: Post a landscape screenshot! PRAISE JOKO 

20: Most used mount(s)?

Skyscale and Roller Beetle >;3 love me some racing 

21: Favorite mount skin (for every mount you have)?

Raptor – Branded

Skimmer – Shell Surfer, i love sea turtles

Springer – Infernal Horror ( :(( i need it! )

Jackal – Mordrem Wolf >;3

Griffon – Spooky!

Warclaw - Vigilant Saberclaw

Beetle – Awakened

Skyscale – Dark Monarch

22: Favorite weapon?

23: Favorite gear set?

Warbeast

24: Favorite title?

Spirited Drinker- I have it on Canach the Choya

25: Something you worked really hard to get?

Nothing really yet, but im working on getting Bolt which will be my first legendary! But besides that I guess Skyscale

26: Favorite GW2 Youtuber / GW2 related video?

Mukluk also coughs  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYIptlkkmb3ao2Mk_SwDWBQ

27: Most used miniature?

Karka Hatchings

28: Most used novelty?

Musical Harp, Endless Friendship Tonic <3 and Boneskinner >:3!!!

29: Number of achievments points?

30: Something you’d love to see in GW2?

Cantha!!! Give me BIRBS

I am tagging: @commanders-sole-braincell​, @commander-luna​

[blueroseblaze]

Honestly, I love me some Nero stubble, Sis Nico and Good birb Griffon/Soft kitty Shadow. The best right there.

[skvaderarts]

Vergil, I love you but you need to chill the fuck out. Evil Griffon, Shadow, and Nightmare might have mentally scared you forever, Yes... But hear me out.

Were they worse than the Infested Tank and that POS INFESTED CHOPPER?!

No, Vergil, they weren't.

Shadow 2.0 was best girl and Griffon 2.0 was a good birb.

... And new and improved Nightmare was a giant hug machine.

Now STFU and go see therapist V. He might be able to fit you in after Nero.

And after me for that matter...

[getaroomyouheck]

V's Griffon actually a very supportive bro. He first call Nero "superstar" and even encourage him to go on with his best. And then in V's gameplay he did shout something like "woo yeah!" when V landed a final stab.

i actually didnt know about that little gameplay detail where griffon cheers if V lands a kill, that’s really cute haha. reminds me of raidou 2 where your demons actively cheered you on and could assist you in negotiations and shit

that’s what i like about the bratty birb. he plays up this cool jokester facade where he picks fun at and kinda demeans everyone around him. calling V shakespeare, calling nero a pimple, all that stuff. yet when it comes down to it the boy is worried and wants his master and his friends do well. and tries his best to stop them from doing deranged shit

[thedyingmoon]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein you finally go out on a date with the poet (!) 👌👍👍

~ Ever heard of the song, "Too much fluff can kill you" ? No? Okay. 😂

~ I'd like to make a special announcement. I finally got professional help from a special anonymous someone! Let's just say that he's the "poetic" kind of adviser. I hope he likes this chapter! 🖤

~ Now tagging my best people, @heaven-on-a-landslide , @krazy06 , @diabeticsugarush , @lessy86 , @ehrzeth , @simmy-ships , @ceruleanworld , @gxthghoulfriend , and @boundbysoul ! 🖤

~ You know the chant, guys and gals: LET'S DO THIS! 🖤

***

XIII

***

"I'm going out." Dante told you a few minutes later after preparing for his next gig. "Hey, you sure you're not coming?"

You looked up from Dante's small television and shook your head.

He gave you a look of utter disappointment. "And you're supposed to be my partner."

"I just don't feel like it, sorry." You muttered monotonously, taking your eyes back to the screen.

The man clicked his tongue. "You'll regret watching that. Titanic's gonna make you cry." He warned.

"Don't care."

Dante shook his head. "Whatever."

After his initial failure of making you join the Devil Hunt, the man got out of the building, fully prepared to take on his mission. He stretched and inhaled, letting the polluted air of the city enter his lungs, and finally stepped out.

"Okay, sunshine!" He said good - naturedly, refusing to get carried away by the negative vibes you just sent him. "Let's do this - !"

But, before he could even go further away from the building, the door opened abruptly and violently. Dante turned around in surprise as you came out with nothing but your pale pink wool sweaters, alpaca jammies, and a pair of bunny slippers.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?!"

"Stay here." You grumpily told Dante as you shoved him away and took a few steps forward, away from the building.

"What are you - ?!"

"I said STAY!"

Dante didn't say anything else as you walked away from him.

Cautiously, you took little steps towards the road, wary of your surroundings,...

... waiting for it to happen -

All of a sudden, the spot in the ground where you stood suddenly caught on fire, engulfing your body with the flaming vortex that seemed to come to life.

"(Y/N)!" Dante called but, he was too late. He saw how your clothes turn to ash, your hair disintegrate, your flesh -

The flame vortex instantly vanished as a seven - foot tall creature made entirely of light appeared in its center, absorbing the flames with a sweep of its long arms. The people around it screamed and scrambled away in fear as it made its way towards the other side of the city, seemingly in search for the source of the magic that caused the flame in the first place.

With wide, shocked eyes, Dante followed the light.

Almost an hour of searching led him to the place where he was supposed to exterminate a large group of flame - wielding Demons,...

... except that there were no Demons left in that abandoned area. He looked around, found no one, and then, he heard it.

"Dante!"

"(Y/N)?" The man answered. " (Y/N)! Where are you?!"

"Right here!"

He followed your voice until it led him to a spot of grass where he saw you sitting on it with your back turned away from him.

"(Y/N), what happened to you?" Dante carefully asked you as he looked at your bare back. He was totally confused, and who could blame him? He just saw you turn into that strange light - like being. He also realized that you just fought all the Demons, yourself, and now, you're here, sitting on a patch of grass, completely naked, with only your long hair protecting your modesty.

"Don't ask." You answered him with a light turn of your head. "Just,... can I borrow your coat?"

"Right." The Devil Hunter simply said, still confused of everything that just happened.

But, you're not having any of his doubts.

"Come on, Dante! I have to finish Titanic!"

"Alright! Alright! Sheesh,..."

The man removed his maroon leather coat, went closer towards you, and draped the thing over you. He waited as you made yourself decent, and when you finally stood and faced him, his eyes widened.

He was so sure he saw you burn. But, you looked as if nothing even happened to you, not even a tiny scratch.

He realized you can't look at him properly due to your current state, so he had no choice but to walk after you.

But, then, you suddenly collapsed.

He caught you just in time before you hit the ground. And that's when he caught something else - your scent - for the very first time since meeting you.

To Dante, you smelled like a finely aged wine.

The very addictive kind,...

***

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"In fact, I' am the villain of your story."

"Useless."

"You are just a weak human who relies on others for survival."

"Imbecile."

"Still can't tell him?"

"No. He doesn't have to know."

"Why does the sun go on shining?

Why does the sea rush to shore?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?

'Cause you don't love me anymore."

You slowly opened your eyes, letting your sight adjust to the bright morning light. You could barely hear the melody that was being played on the radio, and you were very sure that you just had a dream that resembled that song, you just couldn't remember what exactly.

"Why do the birds go on singing?

Why do the stars glow above?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?

It ended when I lost your love."

You carefully sat up, feeling stiff all over, then noticed the broken mask on the table shift a little.

You closed your eyes and rubbed them as hard as you could. And when you opened them once more, you saw how the liquid from the mug on the table come to life as it made its way towards the Demon mask.

"I wake up in the morning and I wonder

Why everything's the same as it was.

I can't understand, no, I can't understand

How life goes on the way it does."

Your eyes narrowed, your eyebrows furrowed, you carefully picked up the magazine on the table, idly ignoring its lewd contents, and rolled it up like a newspaper. You stood up, watching the porcelain mask as it actually controlled the water to make it merge with it, the curious little thing. You raised the rolled - up magazine, swiftly brought it down, and missed it as it hovered above the table, seemingly making fun of your inaccuracy.

"Oh, no you don't!" You exclaimed as you hit at it again and again, your efforts fruitless as it dodged every attack you made.

"Why does my heart go on beating?

Why do these eyes of mine cry?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?

It ended when you said goodbye."

The sight that greeted V that bright, sunny morning as he entered the van both confused and amazed him, for there, with nothing but a rolled - up magazine, was you, trying to swat an insect, or something ,...

Now, if it weren't for that adorable, yet angry look on your face, he would never notice what was actually happening.

"It's still alive!" You yelled as you smacked the mask and failed once more.

Hiding a smile, V went forward, playfully twirling the cane on his right hand, and faced the Demon. He looked down on it, aiming his metal cane at it, and pierced it, crushing its one good sapphire eye and finally putting an end to it once and for all.

"I should have,..." V began, his cane still pierced through the mask. "... done that much earlier."

"Agree."

There was a moment of silence as you two looked into each others' eyes. The place felt peaceful, the environment, calm. Neither was saying any word and neither was looking at anything else.

The moment was perfect, the feeling, mutual,...

"Hooee! What a night!" Nico screeched as she slid the door of the van open, dropping a huge rucksack on the floor in front of you and ruining the moment for both you and V. She collapsed on the sofa, clueless as to what she had just disrupted, and crossed her legs. She looked up in confusion as she saw you and V staring at her with wide eyes and open mouths. "What're ya starin' at? Walked in on ya doin' somethin' weird or - ?"

"You just did!" Nero, who just entered the vehicle, answered for her and sat on the sofa across her. "Stupid."

Nico only shrugged her shoulders and opened the rucksack on the floor like nothing happened. You sat beside her, watching her as she picked out some clothes from the rucksack.

"Here, these are for you!" Nico said as she handed you a week - long set of clothes, including some blouses, skirts, shorts, a pair of boots, and even an oversized pale pink parka made entirely of wool - like fabric.

"Thank you so much!" You said, eyes shining in delight as you received the clothes, particularly the parka, from your friend.

"Yeah, I know your taste, hon." Nico said, smiling from ear to ear as she made one last dive into the rucksack to retrieve some more items.

V took his cane off the Demon mask, leaving it on the table, and retreated towards the corner of the van where he could easily see you without getting noticed. He took out his book, pretended he was reading, and waited as the mouthy woman gave you one last item from the rucksack, which was a pair of black lace lingerie. He couldn't help but smile as he saw you blush and snatch the undergarment away from Nico's hand. He hastily focused his eyes on the pages of Blake as you passed him, quickly making your way towards the shower room to change.

"Why did you get too many clothes for her?" Nero questioned Nico as he leaned comfortably on the sofa.

"None of your business." Nico simply said, mirroring Nero's gestures. She faced V and spoke to him. "How are things here last night? Hope ya didn't get attacked by Demons again."

"Everything was just fine." V simply answered, deciding to leave behind the part wherein he spoke with the Fleminger House Master.

"Good. Because, we'll all be getting our hands full as of today." Nico said as she watched you come out of the shower room fully decent and prepared. She also didn't miss how V's eyes automatically locked on your petite form as you sat next to her. She smiled and stretched her arms. "Okay, listen up! Since everybody's here, I want your focus on this.

"The rest of the Devil Hunters who survived the attack last night have already taken their own place on each part of the city to kill any Demon they would come into contact with."

"Dante and his team have already taken the north, and that stupid son of a bitch wouldn't even let us see what's going on there." Nero angrily mentioned as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Why would he do that?" You carefully asked him.

"Beats me. Maybe he just wants the, uh, the Shin - " Nero stuttered. "Shinani, ah,... "

"Sorry, what's that?"

"ShiShi!" Nico answered.

"Oh, yeah, that." Nero agreed. "He wants that ShiShi thing all by himself. Damnit, who came up with that stupid ass name?!"

"Pardon my ignorance but,... " V interjected, curiosity and mild amusement getting the better of him. "... what is this, ah,... ShiShi,... you're talking about?"

"Shinano Musashi!" Nico announced. "That's the name that they gave that Dreadnought - class Demon. And don't make me say that tongue twister again! It stays ShiShi on my watch! Plus, it's cuter."

"Whatever!" Nero retorted. "We'll just have to take turns patrolling the streets from the afternoon up until dawn and make sure that no Demon escapes from us. We'll be doing that same routine for a week. That's the order from the Military and the Fleminger Head."

"A week?" You questioned as you put your long hair up in a ponytail. "Why patrol for that long?"

"It's the estimated time of Shishi's arrival." Nico told her.

"The fifteenth,... of June?" V asked.

Nico pointed two fingers at V as confirmation. "Until then, we're gonna have to make ourselves at home right here. It's a bit safer here than out there, believe me. And it's best to conserve our strength for when that Dreadnought arrives."

"By saying that we'll have to take turns patrolling the vicinity for strength preservation,..." V said, leaving his solitary spot on the corner and walking closer towards his companions. "... do you mean to say that it is our turn now?"

"Right." Nico answered as she nodded knowingly, a huge smile plastered on her freckled face.

A few hours later, after having a decent - ish kind of breakfast with your new companions, you found yourself walking on the deserted streets of Red Grave with none other than the mysterious man, himself, together with two of his familiars.

Along the way, you passed some men in uniform, other stronger - looking Hunters who only sneered at you, and some officials who questioned your presence in the supposedly deserted city.

"No, we are not here for a date." V denied for the third time that day upon being questioned. "Yes, we are Devil Hunters, and we have proof."

And for the third time, you walked away from the officials, feeling hot in the cheeks. Everyone seemed to think that you and V were lovers, when your true intention was only to join in the patrol and Demon hunt.

You walked ahead of the man and his familiars, trying to keep your cool for you were aware that your face was entirely red. You slightly slapped your cheeks with both hands and inhaled deeply. Yes, you were anything but lovers. No reason to get flustered about it,...

... until the events that took place in the balcony and the pool came back to your head,...

You face palmed, unable to believe your over active imagination.

"Hey, what's wrong with ya, sweet pea?" Griffon, who just flew towards you without you noticing, asked you, concerned after seeing you hurt yourself.

"Oh, it's nothing." You smiled at him. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Hey, ya look like ya have a fever!" Griffon turned towards V and called the poet's attention. "Shakespeare, sweet pea's not feelin' well - !"

"I told you, I'm fine!"

"Is that so?" V said, walking towards you and putting a hand on your already red forehead. "Hmm. You are feverish. Would you like to go back?"

You stepped slightly away from the man, feeling your body's temperature going up and your heartbeat going faster at the man's mere touch.

"I'm fine. Don't mind me, please."

You looked away from your concerned companions, trying to find some sort of escape, until your eyes landed on Red Grave's most popular theatre house.

Your eyes widened with wonder as you went closer towards the building, reading the announcement board with loving eyes.

"Oh, what now, sweet pea?" Griffon asked, following you towards the building.

V saw your reaction towards the place and immediately followed, intrigued by this new side you were showing.

"LaLaLand." You exclaimed breathlessly as you pointed at the theatre board. "I forgot! Today's supposed to be the day that they're gonna have a rerun of LaLaLand!"

"LaLaLand? What's that?" The demonic bird, being totally clueless of the modern world's trends, innocently asked.

"Only the most critically acclaimed musical of last year!" You happily explained, putting your hands on your pockets. "And I even bought tickets. Turns out I'll never be able to use them."

"Tickets." V said. "Do you,... intend on seeing it with someone?"

"Yes, with my friend, Patty."

All of a sudden, an idea came into your mind. Forgetting the embarrassing conversation that took place earlier, you went towards V with an innocent smile on your lips and looked up at him with bright eyes.

"Do you know Titanic, V?" You asked the man.

"I,... " V began but, then, realized that he didn't know what you were talking about. "No."

You were actually surprised by his answer. Who knew he was one of those very few people who didn't know about the infamous Jack and Rose's love story?

"Really?" You said in disbelief, then decided to change the movie. "How about Moulin Rouge?"

"No."

Hmm! Not even a classic! Something modern, perhaps? "The Fault In Our Stars?"

"No."

What in the - ?! "The Time Traveler's Wife?"

V sighed in both annoyance and disappointment. As much as he wanted to answer your questions, he really had no idea what's going on in the modern world.

He was stuck too long in the Underworld. For Heaven's sake, how could he know such things as those?!

"I'm sorry, no." He simply said.

You crossed your arms, unable to believe that a poor, innocent man such as V still existed in today's society.

"Have you seen Hachiko?" Okay, no one could resist dogs, or Akitas, that I know for sure,...

To your delight, V's eyes actually widened as he remembered something very fond, he just couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

"That,..." he said, feeling proud for once that he had an answer to at least one of your questions. "... I've actually heard of."

"Wow, I knew it!" You cheerfully said, clapping your hands in happiness. "I knew no one could resist good puppers."

"Hey, what about birds?" Griffon interjected as he flew closer towards the two of you, wanting to join in the conversation. "We're good too, ya know?"

"I know you are a good bird, Griffon." You told him with a huge smile. It's true. He was a really good and brave bird, and he helped V save you last night.

"Ohoho! Say that to me again sweet pea, please?"

"You are such a good bird, Griffon. A very brave and good bird."

"Woohoo! Ya heard that, Shakespeare?! I'm a good bird!"

V grinned as he watched his familiar fly excitedly over Shadow, bashfully telling the feline that at least one person in the world thought he's good.

As you watched how V's familiars interact with each other, something tugged at your consciousness regarding their master. You looked back at V, noticed how he never took his eyes off you, and spoke.

"May I tell you something, V?"

"Don't hold back."

"I think you should, ah, how to say this,... " you stuttered as you searched for the right words to say that would not offend the poet. You were so afraid of saying something that might put him off or make him think badly of you. You inhaled and bravely went on. "V, I think you should go see the world for yourself."

The man chuckled. "I had a,... fair share of sojourns with my companions here. Thank you so much."

"Ah, of course, you have! Oh, silly me." You said, embarrassed of what you just told him. "I mean, I think it would also be best if you, ah, enjoy life, even for once."

"And what does the Lady mean by her words?" V gently asked, taking note of your flustered state. He immediately sensed that you were being very careful with him.

"I think, you should go see some movies. Drama, action, comedy, whichever genre you like. And eat lots of popcorn or candy bars. Go to the carnival and play silly games, win the stuffed tiger, or whatever. Go have a picnic someplace with lots of grass and sheep, eat lots of food. Go fishing and catch a boot, or something like that. Ah, you get the point."

"I see. Well, have you done those things, yourself, my Lady?"

"Well, I,... " you hesitated for a while, then went on. "I was travelling for ten years in search of,... something."

"Then, have you seen lots of movies?"

"Kind of?"

"Did your stomach hurt after eating lots of popcorn and candy bars?"

"Yes. Actually, yes."

"Did you win the stuff tiger at the carnival?"

"No. I have a really bad aim."

"And have you caught a boot, my Lady?"

You laughed, actually surprised at V's sense of humor. "I haven't gone fishing with anyone."

V smiled, went closer towards you until he was mere inches away from you, and spoke.

"To see a world in a grain of sand and a Heaven in a wild flower, hold Infinity in the palm of your hand and Eternity in an hour.

"I long to see such things as those you have probably seen. I want to experience everything and I wish to see them with my own eyes. See for myself what these poems of mine describe." V confessed, effectively distracting your attention away from everything else other than him. "But, the idea of doing those things alone,... do not please me, at all."

"But, with a companion?"

V smiled, the depth in his green eyes putting you under some kind of trance.

"Would I be selfish if I ask you to accompany me, little wanderer?"

"No. I would gladly come." You, being put into said trance, answered without a moment's hesitation. And when you noticed the huge and smug smile on V's lips, you could not help but feel even more embarrassed than ever before.

And what's even more surprising was the fact that his face was only mere inches away from yours!

Is this it?! Is it finally happening?! You frantically thought as he leaned in closer towards you,...

However, as perfect as the moment went, you could not help but be utterly disappointed as the skies decided to conspire against you and V, pouring out the rain that instantly drenched all of you.

"Gah! I'm soaking here!" Griffon squawked as he went back to V.

"Let's go that place!" V suggested, pointing at an open building right across the two of you.

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P.S.: We finally have a name for the Dreadnought! Shinano Musashi, or as Nico refered to it - ShiShi! But, did you know that Shinano and Musashi are two actual separate Yamato - class Dreadnoughts of the Japanese?

Yeah, the more you know. 👌👍👍

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