FACILIS DECENSUS AVERNI

☠Send me one at your leisure and I will write a drabble based on what you send— Other prompts are always welcomed and encouraged if it’s not stated on this list.

Send any of these to me at your leisure and I will write it— Please be specific to who  is going to be doing what.

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason. Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together. Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake. Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours. Mistletoe: Our characters will share a kiss under the mistletoe. Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave. Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa. Bleed: My character will injure your character. Dream: My character will have a dream about your character. Letters: Our characters will write letters to one another. Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare. Holiday: Our characters will spend a holiday together. Apologize: My character will apologize to yours. Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

Angst of Hell

O Romeo: I will write my character missing/looking for yours. O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours. O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours. O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours. O Puck: I will write about my character pranking yours. O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify. O Oberon: I’ll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did. Regrets: I’ll write a drabble about my character having regrets about yours. Heaven: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to heaven. Hell: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to hell. Purgatory: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to purgatory. Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify.

Will you…?—

Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up. Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/ Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters. Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU. Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.] Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa. Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours. Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa. Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.] Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character. Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours. Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa. Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours. Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters. Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling. Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours. Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.] Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together. Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.] Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours. Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters. Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death. Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours. Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift. Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.] Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.] Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.] Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa. Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together. Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters. Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa. Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa. Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa. Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.] Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine. Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character. Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.] Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them. Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.] X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.] Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.] Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

NSFW-ish Drabbles.

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa. Take Me: my character will kidnap yours. Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind. Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’. Grope Me: my character will grope yours. Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner. Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character. Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner. Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours. Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body. Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun. Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally. Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else. Own me: My character owns your character. Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify. Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason. Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason. Give Me: my character will give yours a gift. Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly.

Starts With a Single Word Drabbles.

Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify. (you can add any other special things that could happen!) Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three. Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick. Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.) Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying. Time: My character is running late! They are supposed to meet your character at ___________ (fill in the blank) or vise versa. Specify. Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm. Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify. Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it. Run!: My character is chasing your character (or vise versa) OR both characters are being chased by ___________ (fill in the blank). Rivalry: I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other. Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours. Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours. Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character. Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light. Obsession: I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa. Thief: My/your character has stolen something from yours/mine and plans to escape with said item. (Be specific on who gets which role) Healer: My/your character helping your/my character when they are hurt/sick. (Be specific on who gets which role, and whether the pain is physical, emotional, or just having to catch a fever) Sky: Our characters are stargazing. Seer: An event with our characters in the past or future. Help: My character requests help from your character (be something silly or serious, you may decide.) Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify. I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple. Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene. Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

Random Drabbles.

Joke: My character pulling a prank on yours. School: How our characters live through a school day. Specify class if needed. Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa. Gloves: How my charcter deals with news from yours, Specify news, etc. Snow flake: Our characters in the cold together.

Will you Mourn…?

Rain — I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.  Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.  Love — I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours. Lust — I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together. Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.   Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours. Fight — I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours. Death — I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed. Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours. Pet — I’ll write a drabble of my character buying yours a pet. (specify what kind.) Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together. Pool — I’ll write a drabble of our characters swimming together. Beach — I’ll write a drabble of out characters at the beach together. Sing — I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours. Snow — I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together. Game — I’ll write a drabble of my character playing videogames with yours. Movie — I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together. Shop — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping. Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together. Sleep — I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

Some More…

Traumatic: I’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience. Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice vesra. Home: I’ll write our characters living together. Scars: I’ll write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa Sketching: I’ll write your character drawing mine or vice versa Warmth: I’ll write our characters getting warm. Solace: I’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa Drink: I’ll write our characters drinking together Game: I’ll write our characters playing a game. Love: I’ll write our character’s falling in love. Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other. Hate: I’ll write our character’s hating each other. Seduce: I’ll write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa Old: I’ll write our characters growing old together Song: I’ll write our character’s singing or playing a musical instruments. Child: I’ll write our characters raising a child. Poem: I’ll write my character speaking a poem to yours or vice versa Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa

Our Relationship is more than a…

Rivalry — I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other. Obsession — I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa. Proposal — My character proposes to your character. Vise versa. Celebration — Our characters celebrate together. Or have a party. Secret — My character tells your character a secret. Promise — My character makes a promise to your character.

Spending Holidays Together…

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

“My memories make me vomit.” 

“You’ve used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me!” 

“Save myself from death, is that it? Is that why I’ve come here? I’m not afraid to die! Times I’ve welcomed death.”

“Is it mad to pray for better hallucinations?”

“A secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another.”

“Threats, promises and good intentions don’t amount to action.”

“Every picture tells a story. Sometimes we don’t like the ending. Sometimes we don’t understand it.”

“Recovering the truth is worth the suffering.” 

“Different denotes neither bad nor good, but it certainly means not the same.”

“Memories define our lives and they renew us.” 

“An experience forgotten never was.” 

“I’d like to forget what you did. I’ve tried, but I can’t.” 

“Authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown!”

“What you claim not to know is merely what you’ve denied.”

“I’ve not come back here looking for a fight!”

“My silence is for sale, cheap.” 

“The real world is not so wonderful.” 

“You’re not mad enough to be rejected.”

Her feet were on auto pilot. She had no concept of time, space, direction… nothing. She was set to wander, oblivious to her surroundings. This time was not like the last time she had been returned to the city. This time, there was really… nothing much to bring back, besides a body. 

As she roamed, her tiny shoulders brushed against the hanging limbs of many, though nothing registered as particularly important. When addressed, she only offered a stare.

“…”

Whatever the reason, when a young girl brushed by him and hardly seemed to notice (hardly seemed to notice anything, really), Vergil turned to watch her, brow furrowed. Was she alright...? Bumping into others wasn’t abnormal, true; hardly worth noting, except that something seemed...off. He hesitated, indecisive, for a few moments before moving after her.

“Young lady.” She didn’t make it a challenge to catch up with her, moving aimlessly and unhurried. Vergil stopped short of touching her; he knew how he would’ve responded to such an overstepping of bounds at that age. Or now, for that matter. He kept pace alongside her instead, keeping an unimposing distance. “Are you lost?” It wasn’t what he really wanted to know, but it was as good a place to start as any.

The device on his doorstep is foreign: A little black rectangle with tiny speakers and a glass screen. He knows that it has to be something from the future – an invention of the Saniwa’s time, perhaps – and he’s charmed by it, although he’s not sure how it works. There’s a manual inside of the packaging, but he finds himself completely unable to wrap his head around the technical jargon within. All he gleans from the text is that his new black rectangle is meant to aid in contacting fellow citizens; a welcome gift, to be certain, because he’s kept to himself within this city for far too long.

Many things from the future are voice-activated, right? He neatly folds the manual back up, tucking it away within the discarded cardboard box, and lays the black rectangle flat against his palm. Using this object to communicate with others should be easy enough… After all, everyone who’s been here for longer than a month should have one!

“Hello! Excuse me!” Horikawa speaks into the phone’s speakers with a friendly smile, his tone pleasantly formal. “I’d like to speak to someone else in the city, please! It doesn’t matter who – I’m not picky!”

… No answer.

It was the “Hello! Excuse me!” that caught his attention as he walked by, in the middle of going over a mental list of groceries. He paused mid-step. Who would want his attention and why? And did he really want to acknowledge them and risk getting swept up into some nonsense? Granted, they might simply ask for directions or the like, but it might be something else entirely -- any number of things -- and he had no desire to get caught up in any of them.

...Yet he found himself turning anyway, brow furrowed. The voice had been polite and pleasant, after all -- perhaps deceptively so, but it was impossible to tell without giving the situation a chance.

Luckily(?) for him, he found that the source of the voice wasn’t paying attention to him at all. A young boy sat on his doorstep with a small box at his side and a plastic rectangle in hand, one that he was addressing. Quite kindly, as well -- remembering to say please and speaking congenially, more so than most people Vergil knew when they were talking to...well. Real people. It was a remarkable sight, really, and one to which he wasn’t certain how to react.

The boy’s puzzled question, seemingly spoken to no one but himself, broke Vergil out of his surprised stupor. He ought to leave and let him figure out the phone’s functionality himself, or find someone he knew to help -- there were groceries he had to fetch, after all. And yet...

   Familiar faces weren’t what he was expecting when he entered this city. But, really, he didn’t expect a lot of things. 

   The chance meeting happened almost by accident. He was out on the streets, in the ‘Green Sector’. That’s what they called it, anyways. Not like he couldn’t see why; the place reminded him of another jungle he’d explored pretty recently. He almost expected a certain demon to come spiraling out of nowhere, hissing at him. 

   ‘Course, he wasn’t that unlucky. Oh no, the world had something entirely different planned for him. 

“…Dante?” 

   The familiar white hair was a sight he wasn’t too unfamiliar with. Not to mention the overall build, and even his face. But… Something was off. He looked… Younger? And a lot more focused? Disciplined? He looked less like a crazy uncle who would pick on you for kicks and more like an actual swordsman. 

“Yo, Dante!! That you?” 

The first seven years of their lives, of course, at least two people knew them apart at little more than a glance, and the few others they saw regularly before....well, before, had learned to identify them as well. But for something like ten years, their identities were regularly misattributed to one another. Annoying as it was, Vergil had, naturally, learned to cope with it, even expect it. Answering to the wrong name, not correcting those who wouldn't tolerate it ("Watch your attitude," they told him sharply, when his background was far enough in the past and from their minds that they felt no guilt), and calmly interrupting to state his true name to those who would (who shied away with sheepishness like he'd just bitten them, stuttering apologies). Anger, despite what others seemed to expect, was rare for him to feel over such an ultimately petty mistake.

...Granted, his brother's reputation was not one that he wanted to carry, so he did make a point of correcting the error wherever he could.

The most awkward situations were created when his brother's friends approached him by mistake. He didn't know how to react to them, to their jesting and expectation, and they tended to...retreat when they became aware of their mistake. As though frightened preemprively of him. Not that he minded; Vergil had no desire to masquerade as his brother while his friends shared nonsense and secrets in the same breath. He had no desire to be near them at all, if he could help it. Still, it was something that one grew to expect.

Even now, he half expected it. It wasn't often, but once or twice in this city, someone had mistaken him for his brother, and he calmly corrected them and sent them on their way. It would seem their social circles (small and limited as his own was) either rarely overlapped or perhaps could merely tell them apart more easily (probably both). A thankful thing, at that. Awkward conversations weren't things to which he'd ever looked forward.

But regardless of how infrequent it was, the automatic reaction remained the same. When someone called "Yo, Dante!" in his direction, with a high note of anticipation and surprise, Vergil first glanced around to confirm his brother was nowhere near him (he was at home, sleeping, the last that Vergil knew) and then sighed softly, stopping where he was. He could ignore the call and hope that the individual wouldn't press their luck when they saw that he didn't answer to the name, but...no. Might as well get it over with. And then he could return his attention to enjoying the peace and quiet that the park was supposed to offer.

"That you?" It was only then that he saw the source of the sound, and had to do a double-take to make sure of what he was seeing.

The young man approached quickly, nearly a replica of Dante except for his clothing. The face, the nose, the uncanny spark in his eyes (though they seemed a shade darker, more like -- well, darker, at any rate). Appearance wasn't the only similarity; the inhuman smell that he carried was relatively lesser, but still distinct. Vergil felt vaguely like he had entered an episode of the Twilight Zone and caught himself looking at the boy like he was an alien. The expression flashed only for a moment before he schooled himself, but the shock remained, his mind spinning like tires in mud to process the series of facts that had presented themselves.

He...knew Dante?

The crushing grip on his arm still hurt, though, and he immediately attempted to wrench free with a “Get off, Redgrave-”

Steve stepped back to put some distance between them, then glanced down at the knife in his (beef goop covered) hand. It…was kind of small. “T’s better than nothing,” he grumbled.

Vergil’s mention of strategy (and of his inhaler- good to know the guy was still a mother hen even in a crisis situation) got Steve to focus again. Battle plan. Right.

“We absolutely need to make sure none of the soldiers you mentioned get down that elevator. And we do need to get better weapons than what we can find in the kitchen to make that possible. So let’s make that happen.”

A faint beep echoed down the hallway behind him. Steve paused, then turned on his heel to hurry back the way he came.

“Wash your hands, as well!” It was almost comical, someone rushing to clean up and make sure the oven was off and other such mundane things under the blare of figurative bomb sirens, but it wouldn’t do to have the over-oxygenated base camp that they were forming erupt in flames. Vergil followed more slowly after a moment, the purpose in his demeanor intensifying with every step. Something like that of a soldier on duty.

“They’re creating weapons caches in the each sector,” he reported as he entered the designated kitchen, the radio still alive in the background. The hand that held his sword flexed anxiously, habitually. “We won’t be able to carry a great deal in one go, and there will need to be a decent supply if we intend to hold District Zeta. But a start is a start.”

The radio, crackling away like nothing was wrong, caught his attention. Vergil crossed the room and leaned down to turn the station, tuning it to HCR. One of the few stations whose number he had committed to memory (naturally). As expected, Flammelle’s voice was present and intense, reporting on the situation already. Vergil made a mental note to ensure there were plenty of batteries for this, and perhaps other radios around that could be used. He had a feeling the reports would be a godsend.

But that was a secondary, perhaps tertiary concern. The man turned his attention back to Rogers’ general direction, intense as ever. More so than usual, even. “Do you have any other weaponry here, aside from...cutlery?” The Yamato would serve well enough, but he was not so blindly faithful in its abilities that he was without caution.

Kicking a can down a dark and silent sidewalk, a gloomy youth stalked through the toxic tinged streets of the Industrial Sector… well, not his Industrial Sector. That much was plain as day, and thank fuckin’ Moses on Mt. Sinai for that. If he had to live here, he’d sooner jump off of a skyscraper and call it a night. You wouldn’t know him. Good riddance, too. It was none of your business. 

There was, however, something about his face…

…Whatever. Like he said – none of your goddamn business. You start talking like that and he’ll cut your pretty face so bad they won’t even remember what you looked like. And y’know what? You won’t have anybody to blame but yourself. So chew on that.  So this was the ‘other world’, huh? Some place. If they were trying to impress him, then they oughta try harder, ‘cause they were getting a big fat F all around. Looked like a crummy pile of junk if you asked him. He coughed, choking on the smog, which was so thick he swear he was swimming in the Oil Ocean Zone. 

The warning came down with urgency and the word to attack first, for friends, loved ones -- and if not those, then one’s very existence. Fight, they said, in prettier words, while militia armed themselves and made for the gateways that had opened. He had every intention of surveying, of assessing the threat and eliminating it as best as he could, as soon as he...

As soon as...

That was when he’d realized the ticking time bomb that was Tony was nowhere to be found. Ah.

(The fear that formed in his throat was choked down easily, a churning, sickening feeling in his chest, like he couldn’t quite breathe deeply enough, invisible beneath the cool-as-steel surface. He was well enough practiced at it, after all. Breathe deep, steady. Never flinch.)

He focused on his task. Tony had a way of deliberately breaking open every can of worms he could find, only to leave them scattered on the pavement to rot in pure spite. All while everyone around him had to clean it up. Sometimes he even made a point of spitting in the face of anyone who tried to help. Those were simply the best times.

(He’d become a master of showing nothing in those moments, when his heart dropped into his stomach and left his chest empty, a suffocating vacuum. Nothing. Cool as steel.)

The architecture here was different -- more modern, akin to that of most modern cities of his day. He ignored it, jaw set as he scoured for his -- the object of his search. Some natives had the gall to attack him and were struck down, the blade in his hand alive with silent, suppressed power, nevermind his own. It took scouring most of...well, their equivalent of Sector 2 to find him. The similarities between the two cities were remarkable, but not enough so to make him break pace to regard the differences.

“Were you planning on breaking all of their windows?” His voice was stiff, loud enough to be heard clearly up the street where Tony was poised to fling a scrap of garbage through a window, right alongside one already shattered. “Clever,” he continued in the flat tone that he tended toward, the one that made it nigh impossible to decipher if he was being sarcastic. “The broken glass will surely hinder them, no doubt.”

Probably sarcastic.