#hohoho this is so interesting

[omori-sv-au]

OH WOW YOU ANSWERED THAT QUICK I THOUGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP-

IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HIM!!! HE'S MY GUY!! He would never shut up about how cool OJ is, that's his idol right there!!! And if you don't mind, I might expand on the possible situation of how he reveals his superhero identity! it's your mistake for saying long asks are okay, because i'm full of words, so. GOOD LUCK-

So OJ is in the middle of fighting a villain, (probably Sweetheart?) and PD is currently nowhere to be seen. The fight is causing some damage, and Basil is taking photos in the middle of battle, as per usual. And Cameron happens to be close-by, and as an OJ fan, he's obviously gonna watch the fight!

But with rubble flying about, Basil comes close to getting hit, but Cameron teleports and tackles him out of the way! Basil asks him how he did that but just dragged him away from the fight- etc etc things are happening OJ's still fighting and Cameron's getting worried for him, so he decides he ahs to help him. But with this photographer here... He decides it's more important to help Orange Joe than keeping his identity secret from one guy. So like in the doodle I showed, he asks Basil to keep his identity a secret as he teleports to get his outfit and go to battle!

Pink Delinquent jumps into the fight a little bit in though, so the whole gang gets to meet!

And you wanted to hear about the older brothers?? I can absolutely do that! I only have traditional doodles of one of them though!

Very messy- But this is Rod! He's the second oldest! He's 23! He works at the Bakery, and a volunteer at the local library! He isn't very fond of his powers, not because they're bad, but because of the origin of them (his and both his brothers' powers) Buuut!

His power is wings! Like it says there, he can make them appear and hide them at will! He usually hides them, but can only go two weeks until he has to let them out, or else he starts hurting!

He also eventually becomes a superhero along with Cameron! (But acts like they don't know each other, obvi) This happens a little bit after a tussle with Sweetheart, who damaged the bakery and put the Twins in danger, leading to Rod promptly taking her on. Obviously this ends up on the news, and Cameron becomes ecstatic and tells him to become a hero too!!

And this is his superhero identity! Red Angel! (....okay so they all have colors at their first names I-)

And as for the oldest! His name is Ricard! I have not drawn him yet, but he's the eldest at 24! He's playful and silly! He's a great guy, very sweet. His power is Duplication, and he knows Iaido, which is centered around using a sword with immense speed!

As for the origins.... Well, all three brothers... weren't born with powers. Nobody in their family was! From when they were 8-9 Rod and Ricard were trained to do martial arts, and Cameron followed when he turned 8! But when they turned 15, they moved away from Faraway and were signed up into the "Special Talent Program" that will "give them resources to hone their special talents"

in truth, their parents really wanted them to be official superheroes, powerful ones that will get them fame and power. And so... this program actually.... experimentedwithgivingsuperpowerstopeople. So. YEAH! It was actually tough for all of them, but Rod just took it worse, and left with Cameron when they turned 18 and 16 respectively. Ricard stayed with their parents until he followed his brothers a year after!

There's actually a little bit more to this, but it starts with a question... Is it possible for the Last Resort (or just Mr. Jawsum) to partner with other companies and lend funding?

HOHOHO YES FHIS IS ALL AO GOOD…… i love him being the worlds biggest oj fan so much that is so silly i will draw him at some point

i think oj would think he is a pretty cool guy too bro is DRIPPING in his superhero outfit i won’t lie they would be a silly team

ALSO!!!! THE BROTHERS!!!!! I LOVE THR WINGS THEY R SO COOL AND DUPLICATION IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE POWER CONCEPTS OMG…..

that sucks that the origin of their powers is so sad tho :( but at least they can use their powers for good!!!!!

for ur last question, yeah he would!! jawsum has done lots of partnerships, if he sees potential in smth he will help them along (in exchange for some of their profits of course LMAO)

[bougiebutchbinch]

horrid morning ideas

Came Back Wrong dark!fic with Izzy getting revived after a month underground

only it's told from Ed's perspective

and you don't know if Izzy actually came back wrong or if Ed is just unable to accept that there's a happy ending here/is trying to convince himself this isn't HIS Izzy so he doesn't have to actually put in the work to properly apologise and make amends/is freaking out because Izzy is starting to critically think about everything Ed did to him and realising that, no, he didn't deserve to be abused like that, and Ed cannot handle the thought that Izzy might CHOOSE to leave him and would be in the right to do so -

I want Ed spiralling deeper and deeper into uncertainty, questioning his own judgement, leaping to wild conclusions, spying on Izzy to try and compile evidence, the works!

And then you have Izzy - who's either slowly coming to terms with the fact that what Ed did to him and the crew was never Izzy's fault, and starting to put distance between him and Ed because he wants to return to his real family, the crew... OR WHO LEGITIMATLY CAME BACK WRONG AND THE TWISTED THING WEARING HIS BODY IS TRYING TO MENTALLY DESTROY ED

But we as the audience don't know and Ed sure as fuck doesn't~

>:D

[dropespeon]

you know i thought it was weird that i hadn't gotten attached to a made up dynamic for isat yet. i thought i wouldn't because of the small cast but as it turns out even that is not enough to stop me

[bougiebutchbitch]

god I am such a slut for House calling out how Wilson only bothers to cultivate an image of himself the Nice Friendly Approachable Doctor Who Is Loyal To His Wife while acting however he damn well pleases, and recognising that he’s actually a man who is very, very, very good at manipulating people’s view of him

And Wilson being frustrated that House is just as much as an asshole but doesn’t bother to put on the act, and thus can also do almost whatever he wants without caring what people think - which, in a way, makes him even freer than Wilson

THEY ARE SUCH MALADJUSTED TOXIC JERKS AND I LOVE THEM

THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER

just -

“You’re the good guy.”

“Well, I try.”

“And so long as you’re trying, you get to do whatever you want.”

“And so long as you don’t try, you get to say whatever you want.”

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter is Back! - 1 | Bucky Barnes

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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It was supposed to be easy, but it's not.

He felt his hands and sensed they were shackled to this agreement. While everyone chatted and laughed at this lunch party, he couldn't share the same sentiment.

Today was the engagement party of two influential conglomerate families.

The daughter of Celestial Enterprises, which owned Luxury Goods, Smart Home Technology, Media & Entertainment, was Victoria Sinclair.

She was a strikingly beautiful woman, exuding an air of sophistication, yet there was a hint of maturity beneath her seemingly spoiled demeanor.

With a shy gesture, she reached out and gently touched her fiancé's hand. Her soft touch snapped him out of his daydream.

She gazed at his face, mesmerized by his striking features. He could easily be the most handsome man she had ever encountered in her life. Despite meeting countless models and actors, none of them held a candle to him.

Bucky Barnes was the epitome of sophistication. With his jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and impeccable suit, he exuded an aura of intelligence and quiet confidence.

As the heir to the AstraNova Group, specializing in aerospace, renewable energy, and real estate, his wealth and influence were undeniable.

He felt something creeping on his hands, he glanced down to see his fiancée Victoria touching him. Despite his discomfort, he clenched his fists, fighting the urge to lash out.

But he had to keep it together. Tonight, his psychiatrist would have to listen to his anxiety. He couldn't let anyone at this party know about his Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD).

He was overly sensitive to sensory input, including touch. In this room, only his parents knew about his disorder.

Bucky smiled and gently pushed Victoria's hand away from him. He could only tolerate it for five minutes. But it seemed this woman didn't understand him.

If she were just another woman, Bucky would have instructed his assistant to escort Victoria away. But he couldn't do that.

Because this woman was necessary, in fact. Her family's money was crucial. This was a business marriage. Bucky wasn't a social man, so when his family arranged the marriage, he complied with their wishes.

He thought he could go along with it, but his disorder acted up every time he got close to Victoria. She was glued to him.

"Fuck," he thought. He wished his parents had chosen a woman who preferred shopping over clinging to him.

"Look at this couple. Hohoho… Like newlyweds," remarked Victoria's mother, Genevieve, a woman around 50 years old, exuding opulence in her elegant gown adorned with intricate lace and jewels.

"What a joyful day," nodded Bucky's mother, Juliana, a woman of similar age, dressed in a modest yet tasteful attire, her eyes fixed on her son who appeared calm. However, she couldn't help but notice Victoria's persistent touching.

She prayed that Bucky wouldn't lose his patience.

"By the way, where is the oldest daughter?" slipped one of the guests, causing a ripple of unease among the attendees.

Even Victoria lost interest in getting close to Bucky. She stopped leaning toward him and sat up straight.

Her silent expression mirrored Genevieve's, catching Bucky's attention.

This was the first Bucky had heard of another daughter.

“You have an older sister?” Bucky asked Victoria.

Victoria responded with a nervous voice, “I do... She's... how should I say this? She's complicated. She's never at home. And when she is, all we do is fight.”

Bucky nodded, understanding her explanation. An estranged sister.

But he had never come across any mention of this in his fiancée's family background.

Were they hiding their other daughter? An illegitimate child?

Bucky noticed Victoria's father, Jonathan, a distinguished man in his sixties, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, who had stopped drinking and focused his attention on the table.

Genevieve laughed elegantly and remarked, “Haha… She doesn't enjoy these kinds of events. She prefers outdoor activities.”

On the first day of their engagement, Bucky found himself embroiled in family drama.

Then, a voice from outside could be heard, “I'm sorry, miss. This room has been booked,” said the security.

“It's booked for Sinclair and Barnes, right? What a coincidence. I'm a Sinclair too,” a playful female voice retorted.

‘BANG.’

The private door burst open from a forceful kick, startling the guests.

All eyes turned toward the newcomer.

Even Bucky turned around to see who it was.

She was wearing black leather boots, black pants, and a gray turtleneck sweater. Her attire stood out starkly against the elegance of the room.

She looked at everyone, then stopped at Victoria and Bucky. Then she scoffed, causing Victoria to clench her fist and bite her lips.

Compares to Bucky. He wondered what had happened to her. She was wearing a hand cast, a band-aid under her right eye, and small new scars under her lips.

Two things he realized were that her demeanor and facial features were different from Victoria's.

Victoria nervously laughed, "We thought you wouldn't come."

💋💋💋

You smirked and grabbed a glass of wine from the server who was serving drinks.

With a bow, you said, “Congrats on the engagement. Pardon my lateness. Seems like a rat ate your invitation.”

Victoria forced a smile, determined not to take the bait, especially in front of her fiancé, Bucky, to avoid any confrontation.

You walked past the couple and headed towards your father, Jonathan.

He showed no reaction, simply sipping his wine.

Standing beside him, you didn't even glance at Genevieve, who gritted her teeth, continuing to smile at the Barnes family.

You said to your dad, “Is this what your wife asked for? I must say I'm impressed.”

Bucky was taken aback when he heard that. What did it mean?

Genevieve gripped her wine glass tightly. The stories of her as ‘the other woman’ were in the past. She had worked hard to be accepted in this socialite world, and it had made everyone forget that she was the second wife. Everyone had called her Madam Sinclair, and Victoria the only daughter.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I'm just impressed that my sister could join the Barnes household. She didn't have to steal someone's husband like her mom.”

Victoria gasped and started sobbing.

Genevieve exclaimed, “How could you make your sister cry?”

You drank the wine in one gulp and put the empty glass on the table. “I want to vomit when I call her my sister. I need that wine to clean my tongue.”

Genevieve looked at her husband and whispered, “Jonathan, stop your daughter.”

You looked at your father, who was also looking at you, both of you silent. This is the relationship between father and daughter. Both of you used to be close, but everything changed after the other woman entered the family.

He won't say anything. He never does.

Turning to the new couple, you observed Victoria drinking water and her fiancé Bucky.

You didn't know much about him. What an unlucky man, you thought.

Walking towards him, you stopped in front of Bucky.

Bucky was looking at you too.

You said, “She throws away everything that I own or touch. I wonder…”

Your fingers touched his chin, and your face came close to his. You could see his eyes clearly.

You smirked and said, “I wonder if she still wants you after I do this.”

What you did next made everyone gasp.

Victoria screamed, “Get your lips away from him,” as she pushed you away from Bucky, acting as a barrier.

You wiped your lips, achieving your goal of seeing Victoria panicked.

With a salute gesture, you said, “I've got what I wanted. Goodbye, everyone,” and left the party.

Victoria grumbled, looking at Bucky and touching his hand. “Are you okay? I'm sorry. If you're mad at my sister, I apologize.”

Bucky pushed her away from him, his action shocking her slightly, but understandable since he had just been kissed by a stranger.

Bucky remained silent, not because he was angry, but because he had a million questions.

His disorder prevented him from being touched by someone, and yet he had just been kissed.

This is also his first kiss.

And... he didn't vomit.

Bucky looked at the closing door, wondering where you had gone.

He knew he had to see you again.

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[jamethinks]

One of my favourite arcs in sxf is the bus hijacking arc because it really shows what makes Anya such an amazing character and it uses her powers in one of the most intuitive yet interesting ways. In previous storylines we normally see Anya in dangerous situations with her parents (or Bond) and it often overshadows her abilities, they more or less play a narrative role keeping the audience fully aware. Also Anya is a combination of both of her parents (despite them having no influence over her personality).

She's perceptive like Twilight and reactive like Yor. When she is with her dad he normally knows just as much as she does because of his deductive and inference skills. When she's with her mom Yor acts the same way Anya would regardless of the amount of information she has. It seems at times Anya only reacts the way she does because of the presence of her parents but the bus hijacking arc really shows that it's all Anya and just how amazing it is.

While everyone (and i mean everyone) is panicking and worried about the whole situation, Anya is unbelievable calm. She knows that they are not actually in any immediate danger, that the people orchestrating the kidnapping are not actually going to hurt them, namely the front guy who just wanted to avenge his daughter. But Anya is literally the ONLY person who knows that, nobody in or outside of the bus is aware of that fact. If Twilight was there he would have already called bullshit and Yor would have beaten their ass no worries so it would make sense for Anya to be calm but here we see for a fact that Anya's lax reaction to dangerous situation is not actually because of her parents, she's just chill like that.

And it's good to remember Anya was only so calm because she wasn't in any immediate danger, there was still a looming sense of anxiety over what would happen next but in the moment she knew was safe. Not because her parents were there but because she saw right through their bullshit.

But we also get to see just how anxiety inducing Anya's powers can actually make her to the people around her. Her parents are used to dealing with fear so their reactions to Anya are far more subdued and their able to act rationally even when she is seemingly not. But here no one is acclimatize to this kind of situation and Anya just comes off as reckless, ballsy and selfish. It's aggravating to the people around her but they also have no choice but to rely on her because well she's the only one with balls on the bus. It creates such a tense environment that highlights just how unusual Anya is and how abnormal her behaviour is.

I'll have to make a separate post talking about the end where she cries to Yor bc that's a whole other conversation. Just cannot wait to see how they butcher this arc in the anime by completely missing the point for the sake of comedy hohoho

[dreamer1084]

Spoilers of Natsuyuu Ch.130

Not a summary, just something I think interesting.

Spoilers under cut.

Natori-san's sleeping.

"He can't exorcise youkai if he can't see them. If it's something he can't do, then just not to do it. Whether Natori sees us or not, My heart will not change." Hiiragi...

──Oh, who can help? This kid sees things that people don't see. He says he saw something like a gecko moving around in his body. No, no, Shuuichi definitely didn't lie. Can he never see that kind of thing again? ──Hey, please, someone, who can free this child from those terrible things── Natori's mother really loved her son QVQ

"Ah haha, of course. It's so ironic, my mother took me everywhere to save me when I was a child, yet there is such a perfect curse. But now I don't need it anymore. I have decided my path and have no plans to leave. "

"I'm imitating someone I respect."

Wow, cool.

"You seem troubled, are you jealous? Obviously that kind of guy is completely incomparable to you. Then why not make a trap in the warehouse? As long as the people in the house are told that there is a curse in the warehouse, they will definitely entrust that guy. He is not experienced enough, so he will be cursed. That's when it's time for you to show up. Rush over to help him brilliantly. "

"That way the people in the house will appreciate you again. Will come back to you again. "

"Hohoho Just think of it as a simple test given by a master to his apprentice. As long as he doesn't get cursed and successfully breaks the curse, it will be over. Is that alright? "

"If he is really cursed and you can't come over, Let me help him here instead of you. "

"Now, to that guy, to that Takuma, Let us play a secret prank. So stop putting on such a sullen expression. "

"Hey, Uryuu──"

She has this kind of gentle expression...

"Takuma" "Yes" "You should despise me." "Is it because you were late for the meeting?" "No" "Is it because you ate the expensive snacks that others gave me?" "Is there such a thing?" (LOL) "It's something that will disappoint you. I wanted to break it, but I couldn't get through it with my body, and I made my important Shiki do such meaningless thing… Now think about it, you wouldn't be fooled by that kind of trick, right? One day you will find out and know my mischief. Please despise me. For someone of your level, I am not worthy of being your master."

"Oh my, what a troublesome person. Obviously only I can be your apprentice ──Yes, okay As long as it is what my master wishes."

Sensei complained, "It's really troublesome! Being ordered around by some master!" I don't expect that Sasago, who usually quarreled the most with Sensei, actually agreed with him LOL

"──Okay Natsume, I have something I want to discuss with you. Should I report this matter to Takuma-san, or should I remain silent." "Huh"

"──That's right… If it were me──"

To be honest, I originally thought it would be longer. After all, the title uses "Part I, II, III", so I thought it would be more than four chapters. I didn't expect it to end so quickly.

I was super sleepy when I was reading it yesterday, so I just took a quick glance at it and thought, "Huh? Is it just like this? The master is jealous of his apprentice?" I was a little disappointed. But now I read it again and feel that interpersonal relationships are really complicated. Fortunately, everyone here is a gentle person…

By the way, I wrote Chinese summaries of Natsuyuu. The translation I put here is from what I wrote in Chinese and Google translated into English. If I see something odd in the translation, I'll try to change it. But I'm not a native English speaker, so I hope you don't mind if there's anything weird.

[barb-l]

Vaggie is my favorite character, so I want to know where all of this hate for her came from. Like…people hate Vaggie yet love Lute, for example….. wtf? How? And I’m not saying people have to like the same things I do, but I’ve seen mfs bash Vaggie for things other characters have done. Again… what? The? Fuck?

Oh hohoho

I'm in a ranting mood, so let me tell you exactly why by paraphrasing some of the hate posts I've seen classlessly left in the chaggie tag before I blocked the OP's for said posts

"Vaggie has nothing going for her character. All she is, is Charlie's girlfriend"

- not even remotely true. She has a lot going on with her character aside from being The Girlfriend. She struggles with deep self-hatred, something that doesn't necessarily revolve around Charlie, although it does affect her relationship with her(codependency). It's a huge character flaw, though not necessarily bad character writing. It's something she needs to grow from, and something we can still see unfold in the coming seasons. Although she's helping with the hotel to be a supportive girlfriend, it is also something Vaggie believes to be the right thing to do regardless of Charlie. As Rosie inferred, Vaggie saw helping with the hotel as a way to atone for her sins and to do better. Even if the person running the Hotel weren't Charlie or anyone she fell for, I believe it's something she still would have helped with given her backstory. She has connections with other characters too that can be explored more in the future. Aside from just being "Charlie's girlfriend", she is Carmilla's possible additional daughter figure, she is Alastor's biggest obstacle in gaining whatever tf from Charlie, she is Lute's rival, and finally she is Lucifer's blatant parallel.

"Being a fallen angel is the only thing carrying her character. And we barely got any build up on that."

- let's say that's true. IF that's the case, why isn't anyone spitting hate on characters like Husk whose only "thing" is being a past overlord? Even though this had less foreshadowing than Vaggie's angel secret? Even though his only purpose in the story so far is to be Angel's love interest? He may be an alcoholic, but it's barely touched upon what terrible effects that may have for him. And although having his soul owned by Alastor sucks, does he actually suffer aside from that one time Alastor threatened his life? All Alastor is making him do is man the bar(so far). He has nothing to develop from with his character either. In fact, aside from the swearing and the grumpiness, he's a pretty swell guy who doesn't seem to fit in hell. He doesnt have a flaw that the story can aim to have him improve from. All he has going for him is his romance arc with Angel, and his past as an Overlord. Which, i repeat, isn't a bad thing! But how come Vaggie would get so much hate for similar criticisms, while Husk is widely loved by majority of the fandom?

"She doesn't have any chemistry with Charlie"

- something told by someone who ships:

Ch*rl*stor - two people who have only had direct interactions in the pilot(a quick dance number), episode 5(Alastor taking advantage of Charlie's daddy issues to curry favor with her and hit Lucifer's ego), and ep 7 (Alastor taking advantage of Charlie's dejection to make a deal with Charlie). A ship involving the kindest soul in Hell and a serial killer who has no desire to change and ridicules the dream Charlie holds so dear and is so passionate about. It isn't a bad thing to crack ship. Hell I do it too, but it's such a hypocritical thing to say that a canon ship has no chemistry only to claim that two people who have barely any meaningful conversations and positive interactions objectively look more like a couple and would be a better choice to be canon. Just because you like how they look in your imagination doesn't mean canon is objectively bad.

Ch*rlie/Emily - two characters who share so much similarities they can be sisters. It is such a personal thing. I have nothing against those who ship them. It just isn't for me because of the amount of similarities they have. With the intentional parallels, I personally think Emily would be better off having a gf that resembles Vaggie. Where Chaggie has a sunshine demon X grumpy angel duo, Emily could visit hell and fall for a demon who would be her opposite.

Ch*rlie/Lucifer - it's. Incest. Cmon.

"She doesn't care about the denizens of Hell"

- Vaggie's in Hell in the first place because she spared a demon's life. She cares TOO MUCH!

"Vaggie lied to Charlie. Even Adam was more honest with her!"

- I dont even... It should be common sense why Vaggie, who had just been betrayed by ANGELS, would not trust a demon princess with her true identity. Charlie and Rosie already talked about this. Or did they have their eyes and ears closed throughout episode 7?

"She ruined Lucifer's song by reprising it. Why would she do that when it's supposed to be Charlie and Lucifer's thing?? Why would she go and use a song about familial love and change the meaning to romance??"

- musicals that reprise songs to change its initial vibe has always been a thing, first of all. Vaggie reprised Lucifer's song specifically because they have been parallels of each other for the whole show. In fact, Lucifer indirectly echoes back Vaggie's reprise, with his lyrics in The Finale mirroring Vaggie's lyrics. It's not about Vaggie "stealing Lucifer's thing", it's about these two angels who both love Charlie reminding her of that love and how much they believe in her, despite being withheld of Heaven's love and losing faith in it in the process. It's about these two forms of love withstanding Heaven's abandonment and being there for someone who wants to face Heaven head on.

This is probably one of the most ridiculous anti-Vaggie criticism I've read. It's so weird to see such an earnest act of love as something audacious. If anything, Lucifer's the one with the audacity. I love him a LOT, but he did not deserve to be forgiven just because he had a beautiful song number with his daughter. It doesn't change the fact that he neglected Charlie for ages. If anyone deserved to sing More Than Anything, it was Vaggie because she has truly shown her commitment to Charlie. But, yunno. Baby steps.

Honestly for a lot of the characters in this show, all it seems to take for the fandom to like them is to have a song number that they like. People find Vaggie's songs boring. So they find her boring. Not a lot is known or shown of characters like Vox, Velvette, Alastor, and Husk, but apparently they're better developed. Just because they have sick song numbers doesn't mean they're better developed...

[ninyard]

I’ve been reading through your posts about Aaron’s trial, and I’m not a lawyer by any means but I was in quite a few mock trials in high school and I’m American, so, I wanted to bring an option up. According to the text, if everyone tells the truth exactly as it happened on page, I think there’s a chance Luther could end up with serious charges instead.

I won’t go into detail for obvious reasons, but Andrew left dinner to go upstairs, and Luther never once stopped to tell the table about Drake’s presence in the house. He did tell the table that he thought Andrew should talk to Drake, though, and that the dinner wasn’t originally his or his wife’s idea: it was Drake’s. However, Andrew was a conscious victim after the fact. He was concussed, otherwise physically injured, on a mood-altering substance, and emotionally unsteady, but he spoke to them. Neil, Aaron, Kevin, and Nicky were all witnesses when Luther confirmed that yes, he had promised to talk to Drake’s mother about not fostering any more kids, and yes, he knew about the abuse Drake perpetuated against Andrew, but he stayed silent on both fronts, in addition to inviting Drake into his home when he knew he was dangerous.

The evidence that could acquit Aaron, said by him to Luther: "This has happened before, and you knew about it. You knew what he'd done and you brought him here anyway." There were five witnesses to Luther’s confirmation of the accusation. The jury could easily be swayed to decide in Aaron’s favor as (possibly) self-defense on behalf of someone incapable of defending themselves, but Luther is going to have a much, much harder time.

oh very interesting

like luther knew explicitly knew what drake did to andrew. and still he invited him into his home and goaded andrew upstairs with a bribe of a bottle of whiskey and he KNEW. he’ll hide behind his religion but hohoho i’ll pull that man out kicking and screaming. if andrew can’t kill drake himself the least he deserves is getting to see luther punished for what he did.

(just thought about luther on the stand talking about andrew. and they ask if he knew. and he says no or something that alludes to “i had nooo ideaaaa” and neil literally can’t keep it in. he stands up and calls him a liar until kevin pulls him back down bc andrew is not even on the same planet as them to be able to stop him himself. neil literally having an “objection!” moment because he forgets you actually. can’t do that)

[brotherwtf]

https://www.tumblr.com/brotherwtf/759843758163509248?source=share

From this [THREATEN]

I'm curious what you'll come up with 🤔

now this is very interesting... wonder what I can do with this

[ THREATEN ]: sender goes to the receiver's house in order to threaten them.

HOHOHO guys imagine this, it's kind of a modern college au and Gale keeps getting these horny ass texts from someone he doesn't know, always deletes them and tries to ignore how they much his stomach jump with something that isn't disgust, and maybe he's trying to find out who this guy is

there's a guy that's in every single one of his lectures, someone with a bright smile and beautiful brown curls, and maybe deep down he desperately hopes its him who's sending him the filthy texts, but he's also furious bcs he's looking at him like he's fresh meat to be devoured

he finds out from a friend that it's John Egan, typical frat guy who fucks anything with a pulse, and gets so damn mad that he was just another one of his booty calls that he marches right up to his door and demands an apology

"you better apologize and stop this right now or... or..." Gale says but can't get the words out and Johns looking him up and down with his bottom lip between his lips, posture casual as he leans against the door frame.

"or what? you gonna do something about it?" John would ask and his voice makes Gales knees go weak but he can't let him know he's winning

makes a couple more lack luster attempts at threatening him until John just chuckles, which makes him so incredibly mad that he almost punches him in the damn face

"if you wanted to fuck me you could have just asked" John says and Gale would be so flustered, stumbling on his words but he's so flushed pink that the words lose all meaning.

"I do not want to fuck you, where did you get that idea?" Gale would balk and John would shrug, posture getting more casual as he leans into Gales space, whispering against his nose.

"I can see how turned on you are right now, do I do that to you, baby?" and OH Gale is an absolute goner.

anyway basically Gale folds like a cheap suit and gets the absolute shit fucked out of him on John's couch, loves every damn second of it though

[potato-lord-but-not]

HI I JUST DISCOVERED YOUR TUMBLR ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES AGO, SCREAMED UNCEASINGLY FOR TEN MINUTES, THEN WENT FERAL UPON YOUR BLOG

LIKE SERIOUSLY SOMEONE WHO HAS CULTURE???? I HAVE NOT MET A SINGLE PERSON WHO KNOWS WTNV, TMA, DISCWORLD, OR H2G2. NOT A SINGLE PERSON. YOU ARE MY LORD AND ONLY SAVIOUR I BOW DOWN TO YOU AND ALSO OFFER A CECIL THINGY I MADE WITH YOUR PICREW BECAUSE W O W

literally starstruck rn

hohoho welcome kind fellow !!!! I’ve got an insane roster of interests this is true, and your Cecil looks so so silly I love him <33

[sofasoap]

Little hobby

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader

Summary: Your secret hobby and past time discovered by your boyfriend.

Warning : M themed. Suggestive. hint of smut. Not beta'ed. A/N: I am sure 99% of us who writes fanfics has this experience.. of hiding our thirst from RL friends and families...

Part 2 of Little Bear series Masterlist

“He kissed her… mmm no that doesn't flow..The lust in his eyes….. Yep. That will work.”

“What ya doing there little bear?" 

You let out a mighty scream as you jumped and threw your laptop on the seat beside you.  You've been typing away and burning your brain cells for the last few hours, eyes sticking up to the computer screen and scrunching up your nose, so deep in concentration you didn’t even notice your boyfriend had come back in from his night out with the boys.

"JOHNNY!!! Oh my heavens, I was about to have a heart attack!!" puffing and pouting as you scramble to pick up the laptop and quickly slam the lid close. 

"Sorry bonnie, I called you a few times but your nose was sticking right against the screen typing away.. you writing a novel?? Can I have a read?" Soap asked as he bent over from the back of the couch, giving you a kiss on the head as he apologised. 

"Uh…"

Soap looked at you with a big smile, waiting for you to give him a reply. 

How do you tell your dearest boyfriend, that secret little self indulgent hobby that none of your real life acquaintances knows.

Writing fan fictions.

SMUTTY fan fictions to be precise. 

There’s no secrets between us. That’s one thing both you and Johnny agree on at the start of the relationship. With him away for work so often, both of you know communication is the key. Open with each other. 

Oh what the hell. He’s going to find out someday. Somehow. Your usual mutual friend who you use as beta reader is offline and away for family holiday, and you really want to get your latest chapter posted in the next few hours.

“Please? I promise you I won’t laugh.” How can you say no to those beautiful baby blue eyes, staring at you innocently.

“You promise?” You asked in a shy voice. “And please don’t judge me.” ‘I promise my little teddy bear. Now come on. Tell me what you are writing about?”

Passing the laptop over to him nervously, “Iamwritingasmuttyfanfictionaboutarthurmorgan.”you vomited out the words so fast, you were surprised Soap actually caught most of the words.

“Arthur Morgan? The character from red dead redemption two? What’s a smut anyway?” Soap remembered it from one of the game nights when the team gathered at their place, while Soap, Ghost and Price were playing cards, you sat there with Gaz, who was a huge fan of the series, playing the game while you watched on from the side, and occasionally finding guides online for him when he was stuck at certain point of the game. He didn’t expect you to take on such an interest in the character. 

Nodding your head,“It’s um, part of a series I am writing about, um…. I have been trying to get this chapter done for the last few hours,“ Waving your hand towards the laptop, “Just.. Just read it. And um, give me some constructive criticisms and see if you can spot any grammatical mistakes…” 

Sitting back, you wrangle both hands nervously as he opens up the laptop, eyes darting left to right, occasionally clicking on the touchpad, typing away to correct things in or raising eyebrows, tilting his head and nodding his head with approval. 

After what seems like the longest five minutes of your life, he finally closes the lid of the laptop and sets it aside.

“Well.” 

“Well?” scooting closer to him, you urge him to say more.

“Pretty good, didn’t know you had such vivid imaginations there. So tell me,” he leans closer, with a smirk on his face, “those sexy scenes you wrote… keen to try them out?” 

Oh. OHH. HoHOho.....

This took an unexpected, but not unwelcoming turn. You didn't end up posting that chapter until two days later. With additional smut scenes added. Inspiration from real life was indeed helpful.

“Good morning Bonnie bear, keen to go for another ride on the cowboy?” 

loosely based on my own experience ( minus the smut writing part ) when husband was asking me why I been typing and gluing my eyes on the computer after work for days. and "IAMWRITINGCALLOFDUTYFANFICITION" was all he got out of me.

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

@kaplerrr

@homicidal-slvt

@floral-force

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Hohoho~ I've just of an idea and you know what? This one goes out to you, @im-totally-not-an-alien-2.

Enemies to Lovers this. Fake Dating/Relationship that. Let's combine the two. Brain Dead style.

Danny is a thief. It started off with him stealing back ghostly artifacts and snowballed when he got commissioned to steal back a family heirloom that had been stolen/lost way back when. With a hefty reward of course. Danny doesm't exactly have the time to track down some heirloom through time, obviously, but he's a struggling college student at Gotham U and WOW that's a lot of 0s. So he does the next best thing. He goes back in time and gets the family heirloom right before it 'disappears'. With a job well done, he gets recommended to someone else. This continues and he grows to have quite the repuation. Que the arrival of Tim Drake.

Someone's been kicking up a fuss about some thief who's been stealing quite the pricy items, but that's not exactly on his radar, you see? HOWEVER! This mysterious thief IS person of interest on a murder case. And thus, Red Robin is on their trail.

Eventually, it culminates to a certain prickly situation. And by that, I mean, Tim knows that Danny is the thief. DANNY knows that Tim is Red Robin. Neither of them can risk outing the other without outing themselves. But Tim always has a plan and he's getting closer and closer to cracking this case and, quite possibly, bringing Danny down too.

So what does Danny do? He uses Tim as his alibi. For every time Danny is out stealing something, and someone asks where he's going or where he'd been at these certain times, what does he say? He says he was with Tim Drake. And Tim can't do anything to stop him. Not without outing himself anyways, and it doesn't help that Danny has somehow gotten ahold of his schedule to make sure that Tim can't use any other alibi. So he goes along with it.

Everyone thinks they're dating. Tim is quietly seething and frustrated, and unwillingly impressed. Danny just wishes that Tim would get off his back.

I'd love to hear an addition to this. Have a great day!

Oh gods, I love this! Did Danny get framed for murder cause I can't see him just running around killing people. Maybe it was his parents who accidentally killed someone and didnt realize it and Dannys DNA was left at the crime scene. Maybe they purposely killed someone and planted Phantoms hair there or something to "prove all ghosts are evil" or whatever.

Maybe Vlad tried to frame Danny for murder. Maybe (and this is my favorite) Danny legitimately killed Vlad either by accident or in self defense and since Vlad had willed everything to either Danny or his mom he knew the cops and ensuing media storm would never believe him.

So he ran.

Danny gets awkward whenever Tim/Red Robin brings up the murder and swears it isn't what it looks like but refuses to explain any further, even if it makes him look more guilty when he doesn't.

Dannys alibi falls apart after Tim deviates from his schedule and is on camera at the library alone or if one of his brothers says "he was with me" and Tim confirmed it, or the waynes disguise someone as Tim and give him an out that way. Maybe have fake Tim and/or fake Red Robin in the same room together to make it seem like there was no way they were the same person.

Unfortunately Phantoms comes up with another believable (and slightly embarrassing) alibi before he pulls the same trick as Tim with his duplicates. Bam, they're once again at an impasse.

This rivalry does not deter people from believing that they are either dating or super into eachother. Danny flirting with him so much doesn't help.

Worst of all his siblings are betting on when-not if- when they get together.

How dare!

[sea-lanterns]

Dragons??? Women??

Dragon women????

my two favorite things in one what?????

oh hohohohoooo

now I'd have an excuse to draw even MORE dragons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hehehe hohoho

*violently vibrates from excitement*

I can already imagine their dragon forms (at least for the ones prev anon listed)

Jean would be like an european dragon (cuz mondstadt is based off of germany) but she'd look elegant and majestic, but still visible that she fought countless times

Ningguang could be a Chinese dragon, but it would be more interesting if she was a Kirin, since imo they're the most majestic dragon spices there is

Prev anon said something about Sara being a wyrm but if we're technical, they don't have wings BUT amphitheres do, and I thing amphitheres are more often depicted with feathered wings than with the usual bat like wing

And Dehya!!! She's big and strong, like a drake!! She might not be able to fly, but you still shouldn't get in her way, but if you do manage to get on her good side, you'll be thankful in the future

And kokomi would either also a be a Kirin or she'd be a sea serpent. Or if you want to go the "crazy" route, an enormous leviathan, but instead of her looking scary and rugged, she'd look elegant yet fierce

-🦖

pardon me for the extra dragon brainrot, I just had to..

Oooooh very interesting ideas indeed :0

I don’t know much about dragons so I’ll trust your judgement on them, but based on the mini descriptions you gave all of them, they all sound perfect!

I am very interested in making this Dragon AU a reality, so look forward to February since that’s when the Chinese New Year would start! I can’t wait to write for Dragon! Ningguang especially 👀 you guys have been thirsting about her a lot, so Ningguang representing a Chinese dragon would be perfect for a fic idea <3

[codecan]

My bf wanted to give watchdogs characters rlly bad head canons based off looks alone

So uh, here’s THAT;

(In his exact words)

Aiden: “he'd have a really stupid fear because one thing happened to him as a kid, he's scared of long words because he lost the spelling bee and really took it to heart”

Jordi: “collects taxidermied animals but like the weird ass obscure ones. instead of a deer head he'd have a goat head on his wall for funsies”. “Sexy”

Ray: “uses Pandora, says other music apps "don't have the right vibes"”

JB: “has tried (and continues to try) to use his mask to poke holes in cans so he can shotgun them”

Clara: “southern, she looks southern to me. Georgia…anyways she looks like she'd like those lil farmer trucks and have it decorated head to toe inside with zebra print idk why she gives me zebra print vibes”

Damien: “"I only shower when it rains, I check the weather before I leave for work every morning so I can see if I gotta put shampoo in or not! Our ancestors didn't shower so why should I!"”

Jackson: “had a phase where he would only eat if he had a side of white rice..didn't matter what he was eating it steak? side of rice salad? rice. drinking a smoothie?? needs his rice”

Marcus: “follows wrench's secret Tumblr account and pretends to not know it's wrench but will casually bring up his interests in conversations”

Wrench: “he's a lisa frank enjoyer and would have a secret Tumblr account where he rambles about his tismtastic interests”

Josh: “eats escargot, claims he hates it”

Sitara: “really, really likes boars, pigs, warthogs, ect..would have a pet g-pig (I forgot how to spell it), or a gerbil, maybe a hamster”

Dalton: “"hohoho!" typa laugh, plays golf”

Bagley: “if it was human it'd eat rocks”

Sabine: “likes cheetah print way too much, it's like an unhealthy obsession, would buy anything with cheetah print on it even if she doesn't need it”

[polarisbibliotheque]

Nemesis (Vergil x Reader) - Chapter 7

Nemesis

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: The Abyss opening is a rare occurrence. In his youth, Vergil wanted to harness its power, but never thought he would meet his greatest adversary along the way. Years later, the Abyss is once again open and that might call for some rather unlikely alliances.

Chapter 1 (Prologue) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 (you are here!)

Age restriction: 18+ - there’s a lot of blood, violence, cursing and all those things people want to forbid younger audiences of seeing. Also, cosmic horror is a thing here. Procceed with caution

Special Credits: Our dear Ovid is a character created by @furyeclipse and, even when they don’t show up, I’m crediting and thanking forever ^^

You can check out Fury’s writing (which I highly recommend) on this link:  Fury’s Ao3

Author's notes: I TOLD YOU GUYS I HAD A NEW CHAPTER READY *party ensues* hahahaha jokes aside, I hope you like this one. I'm very happy to have Dante on the bandwagon :3

Also, 7 is my lucky number and I'm all happy like "hohoho of course chapter 7 had to be Dante's highlight, 7 is always the best" as if I'm not the one writing this thing. Your pocket writer is a goof.

Thanks a lot for waiting so long and I hope you guys enjoy it!! A lot more to come and I don't regret the feels ;)

Chapter 7

“Two strawberry sundaes, extra berries.”

The barwoman stared deeply into Dante’s eyes, questioning everything about that man. He didn’t have the scent of a full human, but there was something not so quite demonic about him. Nevertheless, the way he dressed, the way he carried himself and the imminent threat in his eyes was directly opposite to his request.

“Well, sorry, darling. Over here, we have only things for grown-ups.” Her answer, though, was mellow and alluring, the same way her whole posture seemed so inviting and hypnotic as she leaned on the counter. “I do have some berries, but they come with a price.”

“Oh, really? And what would be that price then?” Dante leaned a little on the counter, but his arm never left your shoulders. You were actually starting to question why he seemed so protective over someone he had just met.

“The strongest drink on the house, sided by the rarest and most delicious berries you and your babe will ever see.” She looked at you, winking at both of your interests. “Not from this world, definitely forbidden but… Deeply alluring.”

“The taste of sin, then.” As you spoke, she let out a singsong laugh – beautiful albeit threatening. “I’ll have it.”

“Yeah, I’m in as well. Make it two.”

“You won’t regret it, darlings.” The woman winked once again, leaving to prepare your drinks.

You leaned by Dante’s side, still protected by his arm. You had a perfect view of the entire club: dancers of all genders entertained the guests, the lights bled in all tones of red and pink, sometimes broken by a deep blue or a tinge of purple; satin couches adorned with gold painted wood made everyone comfortable and tables looked like marble. The bar was made of a patchwork of mirrors, reflecting its guests and preparing their sins.

You had to admit, it was quite a nice place. Dante said the Love Planet was the best in town, but if they weren’t smart, they would soon be surpassed by The Devil’s Den.

The only issue was the people who seemed to go there: the scent of demons was quite strong, even to your human nose – for Dante, it was almost as bad as the first layer of Hell. Not all demons looked menacing, but many of them had ill intentions in their eyes. A few humans were clearly unsuspecting guests of demons who lured them in, not knowing where they were getting themselves into or what fate held in their future.

You were certain none of those people would leave that place alive.

“The humans seem to be quite clueless.” You finally said, winning a nod from Dante.

“Yeah, somethin’s going on here…” He muttered back, scanning the club as you did. He counted at least five humans among all those people – not much, but if he was there to save a single life, he wouldn’t hesitate to do so. “The ones with human guests are more powerful than the others.”

“How do you know that?”

“See how they’re behavin’?” Dante leaned into you, pointing at some of the people with guests. The other demons didn’t dare get close or even look at the humans who were there as per invitation – they looked, carrying lust in their eyes, but they wouldn’t act upon their desires. And that was very uncharacteristic of demons. “They do that ‘cause of hierarchy. They won’t dare touch something owned by a powerful demon…”

“Unless they are more powerful than the demon who possesses it.” You nodded slowly as Dante eyed you with interest and a fun sense of pride in his stare. “Codex Daemonica. Everything I know about demons comes from the encyclopedia.”

“Ha! Now that’s new!” He had a sudden fun smile on his lips, as if he had just heard a name no one mentioned in years. “Gotta agree with ya, it’s the best way to learn for the first time.”

“Oh, you know the Codex then?” You giggled, quite interested in that. When you mentioned to Lady, she had never heard of it – and it didn’t seem to be something common among devil hunters.

“Of course. By heart, babe.” Dante let out a small laugh; his eyes going back to scanning the club. “But, it doesn’t beat workin’ on the field. Bein’ book smart can only get you so far when fightin’ demons.”

“I would drink to that if our drinks were already here.” You agreed solemnly, knowing he was right. The Codex gave you a lot of information, but fighting a demon for the first time in real life was always a lot more different. You could know everything about the creatures you were up against: it seemed like your brain blanked out and the only thing left was a raw instinct of survival.

You were brought from your thoughts as a demon leaned on the counter a little close to you and Dante pulled you even closer. You didn’t argue, patiently waiting the demon leave with a couple of drinks and Dante’s arm around your shoulders relax a little.

“Sorry ‘bout that, but I don’t want those things to know you’re a human. It can make our job a lil’ more difficult than it already is.” Dante winked at you, making you furrow your brows.

“Why wouldn’t they…?” But as soon as you were asking, you finally noticed something different in his eyes. It was always there, but you ignored it as he was easy to be around – and he was Lady’s friend. “Are you… A demon too…?”

“Eh, not really…” Dante’s answer was a little dragged, somewhat uncomfortable – for the first time in that evening. You furrowed your brows even further. “Half-half. But it’s enough to mask your scent.”

Half demon – that was interesting. During all your time hunting, you had never heard of a half human half demon being before. Looking into his eyes, though, you could see Dante wasn’t lying: there was something of threatening in there, sure, but there was a humanity you couldn’t always find even in the eyes of humans.

“That is enough for me.” Your answer was quiet but set in stone. Once more, Dante looked at you, remembering of someone his heart would miss every single day. Someone who doomed himself to where their father was born.

“Here you go, darlings.” The barwoman came back before he could say anything, though, slipping your glasses in the counter and making your hands meet the dark magenta drinks adorned with berries of all kinds. “Enjoy.”

You and Dante exchanged a look, as if asking each other if it was safe to drink. You giggled a bit, taking the glass between your fingers – but Dante was faster and took a sip before you could even think about doing so.

“Hmmm, Hell Berries. They’ll give you a rush of heat, but they’re safe.” He nodded as you smiled in return. Who would’ve known? Dante drank it before you did so he could see if it was safe for a human or not. Demons could be kind too.

“Ooof, they’re strong. And quite tart.” You let it down your throat, allowing a tiny laugh right after. “I like it.”

Dante smiled in return, taking another sip. He figured you would. Vergil used to like it when they were kids too.

“Well, well, I think all of us are excited for tonight, right?” Someone stepped on the main stage, with all the lights focusing on them. A devilish smile adorned the red lips, exuberant clothes with the chest almost uncovered, short hair slicked back, drawing attention to the pair of vixen golden eyes. “After all, it is time, my darling friends. Today, oh today, she will rise and take this world alongside us!”

You glanced Dante, seeing as he threw the very same look at you. Both of you had one eyebrow raised, wondering the same thing: who was she?

“But of course, to do so, we will need a few friends from the audience! C’mon, don’t be shy!”

Of course, as you and Dante expected, the dancers started gathering the very few humans present in that hellhole – leading them to the stage. They had only smiles and happiness upon being invited to participate, but as the hunters you were, there was only suspicion in your hearts. Slowly, you both left your place at the bar and made your way to the stage – ready to fight when the situation called for it.

“So many beautiful specimens today, she will be so proud…!” The phrase was crowned with a breathless sigh. “The best of the best, I have to say, we will all be wonderfully rewarded!”

As you walked alongside Dante, no demon dared touch you. You noticed the man in the red coat by your side barely seemed to notice – seemed – but it was very obvious no one wanted to get in your way.

“Who do you think is she…?” You muttered to Dante as soon as you stopped in front of the stage.

“No idea…” He shrugged, as his eyes turned into ice cold skies. They reminded you of something, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. “It has to be someone strong… And who likes this.”

The humans on stage were being handcuffed on the stage poles, while the dancers made it all a delightful show – not only for the demons, but the humans as well. All creatures in the club were enjoying themselves, you had no doubt – and maybe, just maybe, the demons wanted to have a night of pleasure instead of murder. You and Dante could be wrong.

After all, you could list a few demons from the Codex who were summoned with orgies, so… You never knew.

“But then why would people disappear…?” The question was more for yourself. Not used to hunting with someone else, you wouldn’t really stop murmuring to yourself.

Dante just glanced back at you. The way you carried yourself, the way your brows furrowed while keeping a serious gaze on stage, stoic and proud… It made his heart ache. You murmured the main questions after having a storm of deep thoughts in your mind, just like his brother used to do.

“Oh! No! Don’t cry! You will love it, I promise!” Both of your thoughts were interrupted by the velvety voice on stage – the demon clearly enjoying themselves while brandishing a glistening dagger, already lightly running it on a victim’s neck: the crimson blood slowly making the demons let their animalistic side out. “You’ll enjoy everything for your blood offering, my darling!”

The loud crack of a shot cut through the laughs and silenced the room – the dagger, flying away from the demon’s hand, who just stared back at you both in utter shock.

“You know, there’s a thing between humans called consent.” Dante’s voice finally raised from the back of his warm gun; his cold blue eyes glancing at you with some amusement. “Isn’t that so, y/n?”

“Consent and boundaries. I think murder is usually out of people’s pleasure lists.” You crossed your arms, raising your head with pride, still staring at the demons on stage. The more Dante looked at you, the more he saw what he had lost. “Usually.”

“Eh. I’m not countin’ the sick ones.” He shook his head, gracing you with a slight smile hidden in the corner of his lips.

“Well, if you both want your fifteen minutes of fame, we can surely have some space for you here.” The stage demon had rage in their reddish eyes, annoyance being a very mild word for their feelings at the moment. “She will not be impeded by human hunters like you.”

And you now had a problem in your hands: all inhuman beating hearts in the club were ready to tear yours and Dante’s apart. You finally had your sword ready and Dante held the hilt of the Rebellion – its skull showing its fangs at the demons, ready to claim their blood.

With that sight, the stage demon narrowed their eyes at Dante, carefully analyzing as you started defending against the demons ready to slash your throats. You, no doubt a human, fought with grace and viciousness, carrying a style that few beings would – even among demons, you were too precise, technical and, at the same time, fluid when killing. Dante, in the other hand, favored heavy attacks, using all the strength he needed to wield a heavy sword like Rebellion… A sword that no human could carry with such ease. Even so, you both seemed to have a coordination as if you had fought side by side multiple times – a connection that made him complement your gaps as you balanced his faults; something so utterly human.

A human heart beating with demon blood. And when a demon managed to scrape Dante’s face – something that only happened when he put himself in the way of a blow that was meant for you, even if it would just hurt and not kill – there were any doubts left.

“The son of Sparda…!” The stage demon gasped, widening their red eyes.

Those whispered words felt like an incantation that made some demons stop and stare in awe, as others ran in despair and the rest seemed to be even more bloodthirsty while laughing in a frenzy.

You furrowed your brows, finishing a demon and spilling its blood on your face, while turning your gaze back to the stage to understand what in the hell that demon was talking about.

And their red eyes were locked on Dante – while the man just beheaded a demon who tried to take your life as you tried to make sense of what was going on. As he swinged his sword to get rid of the excess of blood, you saw Dante’s teeth slightly elongated in fangs, his eyes filled with a spark you had only seen once.

“Took your time.” His comment was in a sneer of pure condescendence, confirming what the demon had just said.

Your head spun while you were plunged back into battle by a creature who jumped right at your neck. So, Sparda was real. It meant the legend of him closing the gates of Hell were also real. You never really doubted his existence, but you doubted the rest of the legend – his adoration for humans, his love for a human woman, something that resulted in children of their own: half human, half demon.

Half-half. Just like Dante.

“Hey, y/n! Can you get those people off the stage?” Dante looked at you from over his shoulder, holding back a demon who had its fangs locked around the blade of the Rebellion.

“Sure! What about you?” Your head was spinning, yes. You had a lot to talk about after that fight – but, right now, you had to finish your job.

“I’ll hold these sorry fucks back!” With that, he pushed the demon back and buried his sword on its throat – the floor and his clothes now stained with dark red blood. “Can you handle it alone?”

“I was about to ask you the same.” Your answer was murmured in a dark tone, while you barely looked back at him. In a matter of fact, your eyes were fixed on the demons between you and the stage.

Dante glanced quickly to respond, but his words found draught. You held your sword with both of your hands, bending your knees while your eyes analyzed your enemies like prey. As quickly as your human pace could, you ran through the demons, slaughtering them without blinking and with no hesitation – quickly reaching the stage and swinging the blood off your sword as you went up the stairs with a calm but harsh pace, head held high as the stage demon stumbled back with your approach.

Dante had only seen one person fighting like that in his whole life – not even Trish had those mannerisms.

“You stay back, filthy human!” Now the stage demon wasn’t so sure if they could survive an encounter with you. Your face was smeared with blood, your eyes as cold as ice. “I will not allow you to destroy everything we’ve worked so hard…!”

“What interests me the most…” Your tone was calm, your eyes permanently trained in the demon’s red stare; head held high with a tint of arrogance while you cleaned your sword from the dark demon blood. “Is that any blood would be enough for this kind of ritual. But you, demons, always have a thirst for human blood, don’t you…?”

Your calmness was petrifying. In all its life, the demon never had to deal with a human like you. They were used to emotion controlled humans – something so characteristic of that species – but there you were, acting like a cold-blooded hunter and killer. It was scary. A lot more than the demon thought it would be.

You took the demon’s shock as an opportunity to set free the humans closest to you. Cutting down the chains of the first two, they cried as they saw themselves saved from the horrible fate they thought would be their doom – if the tears were from terror or joy, you wouldn’t know.

Before you could finish what you were set out to do, though, the stage demon ran towards you with rage in their blood red eyes. Grabbing the closest victim you let go, you placed your sword in their hands.

“Use this to free the others. When you’re done, throw it back to me, got it?”

The human couldn’t even say no. They shook their head frantically, holding the heavy sword with both hands, questioning how you managed to make it seem so effortless. With tears in their eyes, the human ran with their mission to accomplish, while you got ready with your hands close to your face.

Before Dante could do anything else, you sucker-punched the stage demon right in the face, making it stumble back in awe.

“C’mon, babe.” You had a smirk in your lips, while making a few moves of martial arts, taunting the demon who now didn’t know if they ran from you or killed you with their bare teeth.

The fistfight didn’t last long, though. With that diversion, the demon didn’t even care about the human setting the other victims free – making it so easy for them to run away. As they got down the stage, Dante made sure he would be able to protect the humans, holding back the demons who were in a frenzy with the thought of losing their sacrifices.

“Through the back! Go!” Dante screamed over his shoulder, eyes tinged with a slight red glow. The victims didn’t even think twice: running towards the door Dante signaled before, soon they were all free.

Your sword laid on stage close to your feet – but not close enough for you to easily catch it. Seeing this, the stage demon made sure you wouldn’t be able to get it back. As you struggled, Dante was finally done with the demons from the club – the others, having ran away from all that carnage – running towards the stage without thinking twice.

“Hey, y/n! Catch!”

As you heard him scream, you punched the demon once again so you had an opportunity to turn around and catch whatever it was that Dante threw at you – and as you did, you saw the glistening silver of one of his guns flying towards you.

Catching Ivory in the air, you locked and loaded as Dante stopped right by your side – aiming Ebony just as you did with its counterpart.

“Jackpot.” He had a slight smile on his lips, grave voice declaring it was all over. The stage demon found their end as you both shot in unison.

It had been such a long time since Dante did that with someone else by his side.

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To be continued...