Yukino-snow

freedom from desire

Get yourself a fabric store that will light your fabric on fire for you

No but legit I asked what the fiber content of something was and the guy didn’t know so he cut a chunk off and lit it on fire and felt the ashes and was like. Yeah this is mostly cotton with a lil bit of silk. And that was the moment I knew. This is it. This is the fabric store for me. Also that guy is marriage material. Not for me but damn some person is gonna be so happy with him.

We need billboards like this in every city.

SpellBound: Chapter 1

A/N: Well, this certainly ended up being way longer than expected. Certainly didn’t expect to post it so soon, but alas here we are. Hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave any feedback if you do! 

Vergil x Witch!Reader

Word Count: 4,213

The job was supposed to be a short, sweet and simple one, just like always. 

They’d go in, find the demons, kill them, and then be back at the shop roughly sometime before midnight. It was only supposed to be a mild swarm of relatively minor demons according to the report they had received for the job, so the brothers had no problem in assuming the job would be done shortly after they had first arrived. Unfortunately for them, however, such a statement couldn’t have been further from the truth. While there were in fact swarms of minor demons all about the place, the last thing either had expected was to find the very demon that had been responsible for controlling the swarms in the first place, otherwise known as the swarm’s ever abysmal queen. 

While the job had taken only another hour or so more than expected to completely take out the swarms and track down what remained, it wasn’t without the brothers taking more than their share of hits; these particular hits consisting of powerful sting that would embed thick, venomous shards into its targets flesh. Due to the potency of the venom and the viscous material that oozes from the shards, it causes a great deal of pain for the victim while also making them hard to remove in the process, meanwhile slowing any regeneration to a halt while also gradually draining the target of its energy. And unfortunately for Vergil, his large devastating attacks on the swarm were exactly what had made the queen choose him to be her prime target. Although Vergil had managed to slay her by the end, it wasn’t without passing out soon after, leaving Dante to his current situation, dragging his unconscious twin to the one woman he knew would be able to help. And if someone of her skill couldn’t help then…well, let’s just say it was the last thing that Dante wanted to even consider right now. After all, there wasn’t a witch in this town that Dante knew that couldn’t handle demonic injuries better than her. She had patched up Nero and him plenty of times in the past, so if there was a good enough bet to save Vergil, this would be it. It didn’t matter what jobs she’d have for him later to pay for the supplies, Vergil’s health was his top priority, and there wasn’t a snowflake’s chance in hell he’d dare try and risk it.    

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So mad at how long this took

so soft it hurts

the narrative: *starts the third act by repeating a scene from the first act but now it has a totally different context*

me: ohoHOhohoHOHOhoHO

Daily News, New York, New York, June 14, 1931

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