#he looks so good in them

[1pcii]

Zoro in suspenders 😳

[purpleguysimp]

Lankmann is just an 80s joey drew in my mind

[sekai-no-reita]

[inconvenient-stuff]

A while ago @st-hedge got a truly inspired ask about cowboy Vergil and there was a comment about this being Dante's fever dream. I wrote a short thing for that and posted it under the ask. Reposting here so it's with my other stuff too.

This is gonna be part of a bigger story I’m currently writing that won’t be posted for a while yet. Still needs a ton of revisions and some more chapters. So have this for now.

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Vergil is looking like a cowboy.

Why is Vergil looking like a cowboy?

Dante is very confused.

Not that his brother looks bad, or anything. It’s just odd, seeing Verge in a cowboy outfit. Very, very odd. Dante’s own foray into that kind of fashion was definitely not as elaborate as this. He just got the chaps and the boots.

Dante likes the chaps. They make his ass look great. Therefore, they probably make Vergil’s ass also look great, too. But his twin is currently facing him, so he can’t really determine if they do. Is that why Vergil is looking like a cowboy? Did he want his ass to look fabulous and just didn’t know when to stop? He is extra like that and would go all the way or not at all.

It’s still weird. Lotsa weird. Dante did not think Vergil is into cowboy fashion.

And Vergil is not only wearing the chaps and the boots. No no, he is all decked out, even wearing a hat. And, and… a jacket?

It’s got nice embroidery on it. And it’s brown. Why is it brown? And why is it a jacket? No. No, Verge can’t wear a brown jacket. That’s not allowed. They have a fashion theme going, he and his twin. Verge can’t just go and change it and not tell Dante anything about it. That’s just mean. Where is he supposed to get a brown jacket from, huh? Awful brother.

Dante is very confused and vaguely hurt.

He looks around for a jacket of his own, tugging self consciously on his red coat. Is he also supposed to be wearing a brown jacket? That seems… yeah no, it’s weird. It would be strange if they wear the exact same colour, right? Maybe he can go with grey? Distressingly boring, but it feels really wrong and itchy not to wear two different colours, but it’s also weird if it’s not blue and red. He looks back up at Vergil, who is frowning severely at him. Probably because Dante is wearing a red coat instead of a brown jacket. Or a grey jacket. He grimaces at him. It’s not his fault, he didn’t get any memo about the sudden wardrobe change. Asshole.

He spins in a circle in search of any not red outer wear. Bad idea. Everything is suddenly very fuzzy and tilting dizzyingly. And feels simultaneously too big and too small. But that may be the fact that Vergil is wearing a humongous belt buckle and a chequered dress shirt under his brown jacket. There is even a neckerchief. It kind of breaks Dante's brain a little bit. He looks back at his brother hopefully, ignoring the sickening lurching of his vision. Nope. Still wearing all of that.

“Hey there, cowboy,” Vergil says. In his normal no nonsense voice.

What.

wHaT.

Yeah, no.

Dante can’t deal with that. Any of all of that.

He is… just going to lay down. Yeah. That sounds like a great plan. Lay down, have a nice nap and hopefully Vergil will be back to normal when he wakes up.

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Waking up sweaty hot, miserable and very confused is not something Dante is enjoying very much. There is an itch in his throat and his head feels like it’s stuffed full of cotton. Altogether bad. No recommend.

He blinks blearily and takes a few seconds to just… readjust. 

Ok. Ok. So that was a dream. That’s good. That’s very good. Dante doesn’t think he can handle cowboy Vergil. He just breathes for a long moment in relief, trying to calm his racing heart.

Wait.

Was it a dream?

Oh no.

He turns around, too fast, everything tilts dizzyingly again. Whatever. Dante has bigger problems right now. He isn’t going to wear a jacket. No matter if it’s brown or grey or red. No way.

“Verge,” he mumbles, insistently patting around to his right where he vaguely remembers Vergil settling down to sleep. Nothing. “Verge!”

“-what.” A sleepy growl comes from his twin and then his wandering hand hits something that’s definitely a leather clad arm. 

Oh no. Is it a coat or a jacket? Dante can’t tell in the dark. Oh nooooooo.

“Verge…” Dante means to sound demanding, but lands on raspy instead. No matter. “Verge, no. No, I’m not going to wear a jacket. Fuck your cowboy aesthetic.”

There is a very pointed silence while Dante blinks rapidly to try to see anything through the foggy darkness. Why is it so dark, anyway. He has perfect vision, this is never a problem.

“What are you on about, Dante.” Vergil growls, out of the darkness like a monster in a horror film before it’s revealed to the audience as just being a guy in a badly done furry suit. Dramatic ass. There was no need to make Dante not able to see through the darkness just for the effect.

Dante rolls over onto his stomach, demonstrably away from his twin. It at least brings relief from the heat Vergil puts out even from all the way over there. Why his twin insists on being such an incredible space heather, Dante will never understand.

The problem with this, it’s suddenly way too cold to handle. Dante immediately starts shivering.

Bummer.

“We can do the chaps. I’m ok with the chaps. But not the jacket. ’s too boring.” Dante mumbles and buries his head into the ground, the important thing successfully communicated. Breathing is getting kind of hard, for some reason, though. And it is still very cold.

Vergil snorts and prods insistently at his shoulder like the annoying older brother he not so secretly is. Though luck for him. Dante may be freezing his chapsless ass off, and is kinda suffocating a little bit, but he is not moving any time soon. The world is spinning enough as is, even though he is laying down and his eyes are closed. It sucks.

As overbearing and demanding as ever, Vergil does not abide by Dante’s wishes and forces him onto his back. The world lurches sickeningly. 

Rude.

“Rud'.” What is supposed to be a teasing grumble mostly just lands on groggy and inarticulate. Dante officially gives up.

Vergil's frowning face materialises over him, when rapid blinking encourages his vision to stop swimming so much. Oh hey. No more darkness. Nice. Everything is still a bit fuzzy, though. Well, whatever. Can’t win everything. His twin is surprisingly awake for it being so early in the morning, actually. Vergil loves little more than sleeping in, after all. And then Dante remembers that he is the one that woke him up. 

Whoops.

A hand lands on his forehead. It feels amazing. He would bring his own up to keep it there but his arms feel like lead right now, so no dice.

Dante sneezes instead and a nearby tree gets absolutely decimated by a red energy beam.

Huh.

He blinks at it.

Huh.

“Di’ I do ‘at?” he mumbles.

Vergil snorts, which is not an answer. But he also keeps his nice warm hand on his forehead, so whatever. Dante will forgive him.

“Well, you are too warm, loosing control of your powers and,” Vergil peers intently into his eyes, “you clearly have trouble focusing.”

Dante stars vaguely up at him. Everything is suddenly too hot again. Awful.

“You are sick.”

Dante blinks groggily, somewhat offended. There is no need for Vergil to sound so amused about this. He remembers them being sickly children before their demonic healing got going properly. Thankfully once they hit six they got over it.

Huh.

Did being turned into whatever they are now make it come back? If so, like, so rude. Dante liked his sickness free existence. Fuck the alien thing for doing this to them.

“It does not seem to be anything too worrisome, thankfully. Simply a cold.” Vergil manhandles him around some more and Dante grumbles muzzily. He feels boneless and exhausted and kind of just wants to go back to sleep. Can’t even muster the energy to swat at his twin.

“Sto’ that. Gonna g’t sick t’.”

“Then you can take care of me in turn.”

Dante hums but sleep is beckoning and his eyelids have grown weights when he wasn’t paying attention.

He is nearly asleep when his eyes fly back open in sudden panic after he realises he forgot to check for the jacket.

[humblemooncat]

Cicitri Citri

Skyruin's Fang

He's still a work in progress, not even sure if he'll be part of my main roster (I made him on a whim and he came with Lore)

The main facts are; Prefers to go by Citri, since it's easiest. Ul'dahn born, but Turali at heart since he spent most of his life there. Nonbinary, he/they, but uses he most often. Black Mage & Viper cross-class. Uses magic to augment his twinblades, and since it follows the elements of Valigarmanda, he's taken to calling himself the Skyruin's Fang.

He might be small, but that makes him all the more nimble to hack at your weak points before you even know what's happening. :3c

[catnotfound]

Me when I see that Sunday HSR shares those eyes, white/gold, spiked halo and religious motifs with Kali: HAHA, TIME TO ROB YOUR CLOTHES

[0-twentyone]

King of oversized outfits 👑

[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[mellosghosts]

in my heart this joke is in the movie, but unfortunately im afraid only we, hughjackmaniacs, would get it 🥀

[chloesimaginationthings]

Into the pit Jeff and Mike finally sleep together in FNAF..

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

[guardian-of-soho]

The more I think about the last minutes the more I’m sure Crowley was saying goodbye from the minute Aziraphale told him he’d said yes to Heaven. He doesn’t confess his love like he’s hopeful, he confesses it like a eulogy. He doesn’t kiss him to make a beginning, he kisses him to seal the end. He watches him go like it’s the last time.

Crowley knows Heaven. He knows they’ll want to either make Aziraphale just like them, or destroy him. Either way I think he believes he’s seen his angel for the last time.

[starwarjotta]

looking for someone on Tatooine

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ghouls night out

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[zosanbrainrot]

this is how I see them