Indie blog for the Devil Arm Gilgamesh of DMC 4.
Tracking tag - Pugnis.
M!Anon - Not accepting.
Blog may be triggering or NSFW at times, but nothing of sexual content.
Mun is of age, but this is a preference.
Fingers wrap around the drawers of Dante’s desk as she pulls it open, thousands upon thousands of roaches crawling out, moths and locusts flying about the shop in swarms. She’s obviously entertained by these creatures, as she longs to touch them, cooing as she scoops up a group of roaches. Yes. They’re filling the shop. Every room. It’s like the fucking plagues in here.
██⊰⚔⊱██ “Holy hell!” Poor Gilgamesh, he had a few moths in his face that he was trying to get off already combined with his jacket. It looked like they were trying to attack him and he was over reacting to it. This is why he probably should have stayed outside tonight, or at the very least picked a better time to piss their master off by bringing up his hormonal urges to get sent to his room. Damn it, why! He just washed his clothes last night, he didn’t need to do it again. “GET OFF ME YOU BASTARDS!”
██⊰⚔⊱██ A sneak attack, one that seemed to have worked well before the greaves had decided in possibly a hasty choice to next throw two handfuls at the blue clad cambion. He’s not going to let him get away with that, masters brother or not, it seemed almost like he was beginning to wonder what drove him to even join yet screw it! The more the merrier unless he was aiming for someone else instead of him, fine by Gilgamesh whenever he got on top of the counter to avoid more flying flour in his direction.
Dante was going to kill them and he knew it, oh well, might as well enjoy himself while he can anyways for the time being.
██⊰⚔⊱██ This time all he heard was laughter from the next hit, a side attack that made him just keep on grinning, flour still in hand before he tossed it in her direction next. Rebellion was wanting to play still then? Fine by him whenever he had to duck down, holy crap this was going to get chaotic yet he didn’t care by how he’s acting. “Nice try Reb!” At least he was having fun, he hoped the others were too even with this little event tonight. Ah, stress relief, how he enjoyed it when the family was involved.
Again, flour covered and it seemed like there was going to be a sort of food fight after all, something that made him just smirk in response. So his sister wants to play too? That’s fine by him upon taking another thing of it in hand then just throwing in her direction. He’s going to have fun with this, besides, they all needed a break from the usual things of hunting or whatever else there was out there for them to do. He’s all for destroying the kitchen if they didn’t end up having their master try strangling them. “C’mon Iv, you gotta do more than that to take me outta this battle!”
Not fast enough, given he took flour straight to his face this time with an almost dead serious sort of behavior; he almost seemed deadpan which was a ruse for what he was about to do. “I’ll have you know that this means war!” He called out, a grin now coming across his tiers before he threw some of the flour in his direction. If he wished for a food fight then that’s fine by him, they can clean up the kitchen later, now was a good time to just cut loose and have some fun before they needed to go out and about again.
I saw the monster in you and loved you
despite it, in spite of it, because of
it. Your mouth is weaponry and I
kissed you with a soft tongue,
unarmored.