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Join us for the Second Dante/Leon OTP Week!! Thank you for those that joined last year!! It was really nice to see all the rarepair food! :D

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The chibi Halloween art done by the amazing @icedlava1

If you need the prompts here they are:

Oct 27 - Formal or Alt Costumes Oct 28 - Music or Dancing Oct 29 - Haunted or Awakened Oct 30 - Protective or Possessive Oct 31 - Halloween 🎃 or Dante/Leon Fan Kids Nov 1 - Lights or Flowers Nov 2 - Remembrance or Homecoming

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May we all live Happily in Rarepair hell!

i dont know if you wanted me to answer this privately as well, but im gonna answer this publicly just so i can update everyone else here on my progress. hope you dont mind!

i am still currently trying to finish the batch of ko-fi sketches from january (i got 15 of them, finished 9, so i have 6 left), once i finish it i should probably have about a week or so before i start my next semester again. that's when i'll reopen my commissions!

Vergil looked up from his book, hearing giggling from the next room.  That was odd, Alexandra was supposed to be napping, and generally, if she was awake, and alone, she wouldn’t be laughing...she’d be wailing.  Either way, he needed to get to her fast, last thing he wanted was her to start crying, disturbing the rest of his wife.  After all, he was on childcare duty while she took a ‘self-care’ day. So, he quickly set the book down and went to investigate.  He’d expected his daughter wiggling in her crib, but instead was treated to another sight, Dante bouncing her up and down.  She looked up at him with adoring eyes....a look that should be reserved for Vergil...

“Dante, hand her over.”  

His brother grinned, “Aw come on, I think she likes being with me, look at that smile!”

Vergil had his arms out expectantly, and the moment his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and she immediately reached out for him.

He was smug as he took her from his little brother, “It seems she prefers her father.”

“Oh come on...” Dante pouted, “it’s just that she can’t tell the difference between her favorite uncle and dad.”  And with that, he swept his hair back, in a pale imitation of Vergil’s style.  “Come here bumpkin!”

Alex looked over at him, eyes wide, and to Vergil’s chagrin...she began to reach out again.  Dante was triumphant as he took her back.  “See!  She likes me!”

Vergil glowered, before softening his features and reaching out for her.  “Come to papa, Stardust....”  And at the sound of her nickname, his daughter looked at him, her smile, toothless as it was, as beautiful as her mother’s.  But then, her brows furrowed and she looked up at her uncle..then her father, then back to Dante, then again to Vergil, confusion growing rapidly on her face.  

And then...to Vergil’s horror, her lip quibbled, and after a few quiet whimpers, she began to full on wailing.  Both men froze, unable to figure out what to do.

“Vergil?  What’s going on...?”  Both men heard the sound of approaching footsteps, a sign of doom for them both.

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.

(during DMC4)

Credo Elesion was on the record as claiming that he did not care for soulmates.

And why would he care? His last relationship, with one scholar known as Gloria Bianchi-Passerini, ended with the two parting ways. The spark of love simply wasn’t there, according to the duo, and they had parted with the knowledge that it simply wouldn’t work like that. 

And yet...and yet...a part of Credo deep down wished for a soulmate. A part of him that was naive, innocent, much like his sister Kyrie. She had a soulmate in Nero, who made his home in the Elesion household when his parents took the orphan in to foster him but never officially adopt him. A part of him was jealous of her, a part he immediately chastised. Him, jealous of his own sister! Only a heartless man would feel such things. 

Someone grabbed his shoulder. A spark suddenly coursed through his body, something that felt...wonderful, for the lack of a better term. He whipped around, only to come face to face with the very man who assassinated His Holiness. He scowled at the assassin, who seemed to be caught off-guard by the sensation. The two stared at each other, neither making the first move.

“So...uh...” The man in red began awkwardly. “Wanna go get some coffee?” 

“Coffee. The first thing you ask me, after you murder His Holiness and my allies in plain view, is if I want coffee.” Credo growled. The man held up his hands.

“Woah woah woah, I think we got off on the wrong foot here-”

“You THINK!?” 

“Hey, look, your ‘allies’ were all demons. Ok? Secondly, this ‘holiness’ dude? More rotten than eight day old pizza.” The man explained. Credo frowned. “Oh and third? They also have your sister hostage. And I don’t like hostage situations. It always goes south for someone involved.” Credo glanced away from him. “The name’s Dante, by the way.”

“...Credo.”