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                                            and point me to a good brawl.”

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@helpless-whimpers, plotted starter.

THE POWER V SENSES is unexpected   ------   it’s not the residual energy of devils just killed, no, this is something different. Something entirely unfamiliar. And in his pursuit of knowledge, V cannot help but trace it to it’s source. The trail leads him to a church, and he can’t help but smile at the irony of it. There’s only a brief moment of consideration that passes before he decides to approach the entrance, absently swing his cane as he goes. He hovers in the doorway and knocks.

          ‘ suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping,             rapping at my chamber door. ’

Of course he can't help but quote poetry. He doesn't move inside until he's invited, but he catches the eye of one of the sisters --- and almost immediately knows this is where the power is coming from. Curiosity piqued even more, he speaks again. “I’m not disturbing you, I hope.”

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pREACH, MATE, P R E A C H-

MY BOY DESERVED MORE CAPCOM !!!

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i need to figure out some kind of au where v is an entirely separate character from vergil   ------   it’s not that i hate that plot twist, but writing-wise for me it would be a lot easier to explore his character in a verse where he’s not, like, the soul fragments of someone else   ( but even then, i do adore the idea of him building his own experiences & feelings entirely separate from vergil in the time he’s been separated, & i love exploring how he interacts with dante post-reveal ).   i think just in general v deserves to have his character explored a lot more like i just... fuckin love him man i LOVE HIM

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i love you very much and you're my best friend. now i'm going to throw rocks at y

this is why mom doesn’t FUCKING LOVE YOU

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Awkward Spardas

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転がったシャドウとグリフォン

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Detailed action prompt.   

(NOTE.  “My muse” is the person that reblogged the memes, muse)

Makes eye contact with (my muse)  then looks away sheepishly.  

Falls on face,  notices (my muse) witnessed it,  tries to play it off like it was done on purpose. 

Picks up (my muse) and spins them around until dizzy.   

Tries to catch (my muse)  but ends up losing balance and falls with them instead.  

Tries not to cry but as soon as they see (my muse) they burst into sobs.  

Runs at (my muse) at full speed to tackle them to the ground.   

Gives a lingering kiss to (my muse’s) lips.  

Tries to cook in the kitchen but everything bursts into flames, they are in a panic.  

Takes (my muse) by the hand and drags them off to do something fun.   

Gently taps finger against  (my muse’s) nose.  

Tucks lock of hair behind (my muse’s) ear.  

Glares intensely at (my muse)  not daring to look away

Hides behind something to jump out and SCARE (my muse)

Tucks (my muse) into bed after along day. 

Clings to (my muse)  in a possessive sort of way. 

Gets caught spying on (my muse)  then starts running away. 

Aggressively attacks (my muse) out of nowhere. 

Holds (my muse) close to comfort them  

Tries to hide the increasing blush on their face caused by (My muse)

Teases (your muse) but it ends up going too far.   

Throws (my muse) up into the air as if they are as light as a feather

Awkwardly asks (my muse)  out on a date

Corners (my muse) so that they cannot escape them. 

Gives (my muse) a piggy back which ends with them both falling over. 

Hugs (my muse) and refuses to let go. 

Brushes thumb along (my muse’s)  cheekbone.  

Presses forehead against (my muse’s) forehead. 

interlocks fingers with (my muse’s)

Acts like they aren’t jealous but are actually jealous that (my muse) was spending time with someone else.  

Jumps in the way of (my muse) and potential danger. 

Yells at (my muse) for doing something dangerous.  

Ruffles (my muse’s)  hair until it’s in complete disarray

Bridal carries (my muse) away for fun.  

Gawks at (my muse) for an uncomfortable amount of time.  

(My muse) is being harassed, your muse comes to the rescue.  

Sniffs (my muse) just because.  

Follows (my muse) around like a lost puppy. 

Tries to impress (my muse)  but fails miserably

Confesses romantic feelings to (my muse) in a very beautiful and thought out way.  

Drunkenly approaches (my muse) claiming they are married. 

Frantically runs away from my muse who is in hot pursuit of them.   

Trips and falls on top of (my muse)  instantly making things really awkward between them.  

Casually sits on (my muse) because they feel like it

Licks (my muse’s) cheek because they’re a weirdo 

Stutters while trying to give (my muse) a compliment because they look really cute

Places a ‘friendship’ bracelet around ‘my muse’s’ wrist, which is actually handcuffs.  

Accidentally drops a drink over (my muse’s) head.  

Slaps (my muse) in the face repeatedly because they deserve it.  

Tackle hugs (my muse) to the ground

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* sebastian / @krimsoncop​.

CANON DIALOGUE STARTER.  / / @twosplit

‘ i can’t help if you leave me in the dark. ‘

          “------ The less you know, the better.”

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ghhh starter call … like this and v will quote poetry at you

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i Amn just........... a litle creacher. Thatse It . I Canot change  this

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(◕︵◕)

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Dante’s hair (๑・ω-)～♥”

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i am just, a horrid little beast and i am, going to cause a ruckus

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❛    you  were  so  distant.  i  forgot  you  were  there  at  all.  ❜ :)

*   MILK   &   HONEY.

PERHAPS THAT’S THEIR GREATEST WEAKNESS   ---------   the distance between them. Vergil’s coldness, V’s aloofness; both have served only to push Dante away, to push a brother away, and in all his attempts to do better than his old self, V finds himself falling into the same potholes Vergil did, again & again. There is resentment there, as much as V cannot bare to feel it. The same resentment that fuelled Vergil for so long, that spurred the brothers into their decades-long rivalry. He can’t shake it, nor can he bring himself to even speak of anything other than business to Dante, lest his demeanour cracks. V is powerless in the face of rejection, & that’s terrifying.

So he remains distant. Few words, few actions. Only speaking to the younger Sparda when necessary, when appropriate. Avoiding opportunities to bond, for a myriad of reasons that all combine into one easy solution:   keep   your   distance,   don’t   get   hurt.   And yet, unlike Vergil, V has Dante beside him to call him out on the way acts, the way he draws himself away. Dante is the one to pull him from this icy lake, into warm sunshine and greasy pizza and damp, powerless offices   ( that are somehow nicer than all the places he’s ever visited, in this life and the last --- perhaps it’s their sense of homeliness, the fact that this place is wholly Dante’s, and that V is privileged to share that space ).   And so, with his words, he grabs V by the hand and pulls him out.

         ‘ Distance makes the heart grow fonder. ’

It’s a joke, evidenced by the upturned corners of his lips. That couldn’t be further from the truth, and it’s that in which V finds his amusement. Head cants to the side, contemplation in his eyes, and he offers a small shrug. That’s his answer, and despite all his desire to grow from Vergil’s mistakes, he finds himself stuck there. In his cold, detached state. No betrayal of emotion; no display of feelings. Just ... poetry.

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The thing you don’t know is, she tried to save you, too. She kept searching and searching…

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Howdy, Dante.