𓆩—ʟᴀᴅʏ xᴜᴇ—𓆪✦𝙧𝙥𝙜

@0RlGAMlFEATHERS / I want to! I have mostly Devil May Cry characters, but I am crossover friendly!

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# 𝔓aper 𝔄ngel .ᐟ.ᐟ@0RlGAMlFEATHERS·1d

/ i really thought about retiring , even put a little note on my writers account . . BUT im giving this one last go . i’ll interact only with those who genuinely want to , but you have to let me know . otherwise i’ll assume you don’t want to .

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@TwinOfDante “I don’t expect anything, I was just offering you a deal because it crossed my mind.” She shakes her head. “This is my ruin and shame. Threatened by a mere annoying mortal swordsman. The great Kixin, who tames Djinns, slays armies with a blink… Now a powerless stray cat.”

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Vergil (Truth Serum)@TwinOfDante·1d

Yamato remained fixed at her throat, unmoved even as she shifted. Vergil’s gaze tracked every motion, cold and precise. “You expect trust,” he said, voice low, “when you were moments from stealing from me—when you broke into my home.”

@TwinOfDante + “I could try to analyze your situation, though. Do you have any samples? And then, in return, you let me go. Does that sound like a fair deal?” She lets herself sit on the ground, using the wall as support. Her eyes look sleepy. —

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@TwinOfDante “Mine do. It’s not simple cocktail preparation, which is a fine art in its own way. My potions do require my magic.” “If they didn’t, I’d be brewing them and selling them like I used to, not homeless and stealing, would I?” +

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Vergil (Truth Serum)@TwinOfDante·1d

Vergil drew Yamato closer to her throat, the blade’s edge a cold reminder of his patience thinning. “Do potions require magic,” he murmured, voice like frost. His gaze didn’t waver. “Why should I believe you.”

@TwinOfDante “Serum? I have no clue what you’re talking about.” She shrugs. Her nose scrunches in genuine confusion. “I do know how to make many types of potions and serums, but, like I said, my powers are very limited now. I wouldn’t be able to. I was just here to steal, really.”

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Vergil (Truth Serum)@TwinOfDante·1d

+ The earlier theft no longer mattered; only the truth did.

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Vergil (Truth Serum)@TwinOfDante·1d

Vergil held Yamato steady at her throat, the blade unyielding despite her weak attempt to push it aside. His gaze was glacial, suspicion carved into every line of his face. “A witch,” he said, voice devoid of warmth. “Then answer. Did you poison me with that serum?” +

@TwinOfDante + “Also, these are good quality, I could sell them for a good price and help my situation. That was the rationale behind taking them.” The voice is calm, but the eyes are exhausted. She lifts a finger and taps Yamato’s edge gently. “There. I told you. Now lower this, please.” —

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The cat purrs softly. Then, it lies sideways on the ground, exposing its belly, asking for belly rubs. Upon a closer look, she might notice that cat is a little exotic—it’s fur is not exactly black, it’s midnight blue. Almost black. It’s eyes are silver.

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𓆩—ʟᴀᴅʏ xᴜᴇ—𓆪✦𝙧𝙥𝙜@xuemuses·3d

✨open starter A black cat stops in front of [reader]. They can swear they’ve seen that same cat the day before. A single cat stalking them? A sudden spike in the stray cat population? Their mind playing tricks? Either way, the little creature is there once again. It purrs. —

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@TwinOfDante + “As a result of that, I’m on the run. All my belongings and money are gone too. For now.” “I initially broke in looking for food. Then I saw the books and quills, and I couldn’t resist them. Quills remind me of better times.” +

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The mockery is gone, replaced by a calm and pragmatic explanation. “I used to be a witch, but my former master has cursed me after a… Disagreement. 90% of my power is gone. It happened three days ago. Even the basic shapeshifting costs me.” +

Vergil’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Do not mock me.” His gaze fixed on her, cold enough to freeze breath. Power coiled beneath his restraint, urging him to end her insolence, yet he held it back. “Speak the truth.”

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𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡'𝙨 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧@HEAVEN_OF_WORLD

“Which one? What do you mean? I want ALL OF THEM!” She leaps, fetches the cane with her teeth, giggles then twirls around him in circles. “DO YOU HAVE MORE STICKS??! I want the cool sticks! I am a mage!”

Which one are you referring to? My jester's cane? If you want it, have it, but stop talking weird.

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Kyrie@ORDERSONGSTRESS

— the cat to show she means no harm.

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“Well, isn’t it obvious? I want quills. Step one: find quills. Step two: take the quills” she gestures as if explaining to a less intelligent person, voice rich in sarcasm. “Purpose? Entertain the arrogant swordsman’s ego as he points a blade to my throat, it seems. Tch.” —

Vergil recoiled, studying the creature with icy precision. “You may have revealed yourself, but that explains neither your purpose nor your presence.” Yamato flashed free, its edge hovering a breath from her throat.

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/ I’ll sweep moots soon to keep only who is into writing with me. Nothing personal, just tidying the account & saving our time in case we didn’t vibe. Please ❤️ react to signal interest in staying! In case not, thank you, farewell, and I wish you the best! — Xue’s Admin

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The cat melts into a black liquid—calligraphy ink—then into a young woman. Her hair is midnight blue, her skin moonlight pale. She’s a skinnier than someone who eats properly should be—just a little, just enough to cast doubt. “There. Revealed. Now take your hands off me.”

Vergil’s grip remained iron‑steady as the creature meowed up at him, unfooled. “I told you to reveal yourself. You are no ordinary cat.” His gaze sharpened, cold and exacting. “What are you doing with my quills—and how did you get in here?”

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When he seizes her, she meows loudly, equally irritated, paws flail. She drops the quills and stares. Her eyes look like liquid silver—exotic. Her stare suggests if she could talk, she’d curse his family tree up until Sparda’s great-great-grandfather. Further up, if possible. —

Vergil’s gaze narrowed as he caught the quills glinting between the creature’s teeth—an insult he refused to tolerate. “Drop those.” In a blur of demonic speed, he attempts to seized the creature by the scruff, irritation sharpening his every movement.

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