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i love Paper !

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When a falcon leads a dragon

AU of Ana and Hanzo travelling together for a time.

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She was nothing to me in the beginning. The foolish little woman was irritating, ugly, and mentally incompetent. She was so pathetic, she took to speaking to herself for company. I'd hear her rambling on for hours as she worked on whatever meaningless projects she'd settled herself with. It disgusted me, yet intrigued how she could fill that empty void with something she found inside.

I knew how she felt about me- the way she looked at me. I could feel her eyes drinking me in while she basked in my presence. Eyes would dilate when I spoke, and she listened intently as if my voice were a symphony. Her gaze would catch my own. Breaking the tiresome eye contact was always my work. She never could. Her awed expression reminded him of how someone would gaze at a painting, examining all the details.

However, I did not feel the same.

Her eyes were dull, beaten by life. Her voice was cheerful, a lie she wore for everyone around her with each fake smile. It was all betrayed by her lack of care for herself.

I couldn't love her. I couldn't respect something that wasn't there.

Yet, something began to change.

She started to care.

She started to look a little more alive each day. Her eyes were brighter, her optimism real rather than a veil to cover her helplessness.

Her appearance was more clean and getting fitter by the day.

It was then I realized she was changing.

She was motivated by me.

How could I be anyone's driving force, much less the motivation for such a small, human woman's desire to better herself?

I began to look forward to her visits. She opened up more, listened more, but in a different way. She was happier and it was all for me.

From nothing to my everything.

Her motivation.

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You know, I can't ever get over the scene where V and Urizen merge. And it's not what you're thinking. It's not cause I was shell-shocked by it (I had it spoiled before playing tee-hee). It's not cause V and Urizen are (basically) never gonna show up again- IT'S BECAUSE VERGIL LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING NURSING HOME PATIENT THAT IS SUFFERING MEMORY LOSS.

THIS IS THE FACE OF A MAN WHO IS CONFUSED AND UNSURE OF WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. Vergil was out here thinking he was gonna die but fate said, for the 8000nth time, "Fuck you bitch; live goddamnit~✨!"

Tell me I'm not the only one who just dies laughing every time I see this.

"What- Where am I? Huh, our house looks a lot different than I remember... Why do I remember being dressed like an emo stripper- what is happening---- Oh hey, Dante and *probably* Dante's son." (100% believe that Vergil thought Nero was Dante's)

MASTER LIST FOR TUMBLR

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Drawing Overwatch Interactions - Episode 05: "Do Not Lie, Archer"

Added the voice lines again just because. (Turn on sounds!)

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There's this fanfic that I'm looking for where It's- I think it's a college AU- or the reader is a new recruit or something like that. The reader is joined by Hanzo Shimada- who acts as her wingman to help her get hooked up with Genji. Genji is always around the prettier, preppier girls and reader wants to get his attention. Hanzo agrees to help them with their appearance to do that. However, Hanzo actually has a crush on reader and there ends up being a romance between them. I am trying to find it to read it again and I'm having no luck. If anyone remembers it or knows if it got deleted or not, please lemme know 🙂 🫠

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This was so good!!!

Never Again

Vergil x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,884

Content disclaimer: mentions of violence, angst/comfort, childhood trauma, and slight gore.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were never supposed to get hurt. He had promised that so many times before and even now. But as life so often proved over and over again, fate had other plans. Plans that simultaneously left Vergil’s blood boiling as he felt the realization of the imminent danger you were in left him chilled to the bone. It was supposed to be one last job for the month before finally fitting in a week-long break for the both of you to enjoy some time together without any interruptions. One last minute big paying job to hold things over for a while for a much needed breather. However, not only did the main demon in question get away, they made sure to make a very particular promise on top of it. 

“You’ll be sorry for this, Son of Sparda. Since you failed to take my head, I’ll make sure to take your heart first.” 

Neither he nor Dante had entirely understood what he meant at the time. Though as they made the return to Dante’s shop, a heavy silence shrouded over them as they walked, a chilling thought finally struck them. A thought that was by no means dismissed when Vergil noticed the lights to your shared apartment near the shop weren’t on. You had always kept at least one of them on--at least until he returned. Even if it was but a single table lamp shining in the window, there was always at least one. 

But not this time. 

This time, however, there was only darkness. 

Dante didn’t even have a moment to call out to his brother as Vergil was moving, heart pounding in his chest with all other thoughts cast to the wind. Something wasn’t right. Far from it. And Vergil knew better than to so easily dismiss with both his instincts and intuition screaming in his ears for him to move and move now. 

The scene that welcomed him in the stairway to the apartment brought little relief, deep claw marks etched into the tile and wood of the walls. Much of the furniture either was toppled and scattered or outright destroyed from the assault. Worst of all was the pungent pools of crimson which deeply stained the carpet and walls. The only blessing Vergil had found in all of this was that it had so far hadn’t been any of yours. He did not stay long after at least confirming that much, finding the torn and crumpled remains of the poor fools that had gotten in the demon’s way. 

There were few times Vergil had ever felt himself shake with fear, his heartbeat roaring in his ears despite his best attempts to keep himself steady. However, as he drew nearer to your shared flat, he doubted anything could bring him any relief. Not until he knew you were safe. Not until he had the bastard responsible cut and sliced limb from limb. Not until he was sure the beast laid cold and dead. Not until he knew for certain that you were well and truly safe. Protected firmly in his arms with all other dangers reduced to dust. 

He would not see that loathsome and bloody day repeated again. Not after what it had taken from him the first time. He had sworn that over and over again to himself as he clung to what little he had left, all else left to ruin, blood, and ash. Not after everything that had happened both then and since then. 

Your fate would not be hers. You would not share her tragic end. He would make sure of that, come hell or high water.

Even if he had to raze the entire Underworld and beyond, you would not be cursed with such an end. He swore it. 

As expected, the flat was a mess, cast into total darkness with furniture torn over and ruined as he had seen throughout the building. The door barely held on to its top hinge, practically split in half from where the invader had made his way in. The heavy silence of the place left a fullness in Vergil’s throat as he carefully scanned the scene, hoping to find you hidden away in some careful nook or cranny. The two of you had gone over the many dangers that came with associating with the likes of him and his family. The ever present danger of being associated with a Son of Sparda, especially as his lover--his heart. 

Vergil was about to call out when the sound of gunshots from further in followed by the sound of inhuman screams caught his ear, pushing him further inside the flat. He didn’t have to guess about the room in question. 

During your last anniversary, Vergil had commissioned Nico for a special gun, a gun that would be fit for the average person to wield against demons. Something that didn’t require many rounds to kill so long as they made sure to hit, buying time with their stun feature to ensure time for the next shot to hit. It was a pricy commission. One that required a lot of parts that he made sure to hunt down, later even receiving Nero’s help in getting the parts upon learning who the devil arm was for. As much as he disliked guns himself, you hardly had the luck of learning how to wield a blade as well as he or the others. It was the best possible option for something quick and effective while staying at a safe enough range. It was hardly anything as strong as Vergil or Dante, or even Nero, but it would at least be something suitable alongside your shooting lessons to give you some sort of edge of safety. 

Fortunately both Nero and Lady had proven to be excellent teachers for someone with limited experience guns like yourself. It gave him enough peace of mind after seeing just how much progress you made in the short time since getting the gift. You weren’t like Lady, Trish, and certainly not his brother by any means. But at the very least, it gave you something. 

Just something to stall for time in a fighting chance to get to you if nothing else. 

“Get the hell away from me!” Vergil wasn’t sure if the shrill sound of your yells was a blessing or a curse--the relief of knowing you were still alive being short lived as he tore through what remained of the bedroom door. Just as he expected, you were pressed square against the furthest corner of the bedroom beside the bed, your gun raised high against the demon that stood hunched across the way. As expected, it was riddled with bullet holes, many still sparking from the freshly made hits. 

Not enough to fully stop it. 

Not enough to outright kill it yet. 

But just enough to give him time. 

“___, get down! Now!” Vergil yelled, raising Yamato from its sheath in an instant. The blade sung into action the moment Vergil swung it in one swift go, hardly needing to go for a second as the stunned beast barely had the time to react beyond letting out its final blood curdling screech. Breathing heavily, Vergil stared with wide eyes as the demon’s remains collapsed to the ground with a faint thud. Even if it wanted to, it was far beyond any state of regenerating from the bullets alone. Fortunately, however, thanks to the power of the Yamato, none of that will be happening. 

“V-Vergil?” Vergil felt something in him break at the sound hoarse and trembling of your voice, his eyes snapping to yours as he sheathed his blade. You were mostly unharmed in terms of any serious injuries--a small blessing if anything else. Those that were sustained were notable cuts and bruises. The three rows of deep and bleeding scratch marks on your forearm, however, were less than pleasant to look at. Vergil felt something inside him wither and twist as the ugly crimson wound glistened in the moonlight as you hesitantly inch away from the wall.

“It’s okay, __. It’s me...I’m here,” he whispered, speaking just loud enough for you to hear. He made sure to move carefully enough so as to avoid scaring you any further, kicking the demon’s remains somewhere further behind him as he moved closer. “It’s over. You’re safe now. I promise.” It didn’t take long for you to close the remaining distance from there, practically leaping into his arms, the devil arm pistol abandoned atop the bed. A part of him quietly prayed you would be too distracted to notice his own shaking as he tightly held you--holding you with a kind of desperation where one would think it was the difference between life and death. As though the tiniest slip up could risk the slightest chance of losing you for good.

Fortunately, however, today was not that day. 

The only thing Vergil despised was knowing the demon that he did kill wasn’t the one he and Dante didn’t manage to kill earlier. Although definitely the same kind of demon, this one was notably weaker and smaller in comparison to the vile bastard that had given them the slip. An underling most likely. And until the one in charge was slain, Vergil knew this likely wouldn’t be the last of its attempts at vengeance. If anyone knew the spiteful and fickle nature of a demon, especially one that’s been scorned--rightfully so or not--it was him. 

“I’m not going to let that bastard hurt you. Not now, not ever, I swear it,” Vergil muttered, his words equally warm and comforting as they were sharp and lethal, almost as though hoping the demon in question could hear his oath then and there. He wasn’t going to do the foolish thing and try to take off to hunt the bastard down. No, that would leave you wide open to being attacked again, and there’s no telling that even if he did kill the demon that it would be soon enough to guarantee your safety. Not unless you stayed with those who could protect you like Nero or the others. But even then, just how much of a gamble could he afford to risk by using such a strategy. It was all too risky--but such was also the bitter and unforgiving life as a devil slayer, and most of all, as a legendary Son of Sparda. 

They had never let him and Dante know much of a life of peace before. There was hardly a reason why they should even think to start now, even with Mundus otherwise out of the picture. His father alone had many enemies, and he and Dante had hardly done much to make that list any shorter in their own time either, for better or worse. 

But that didn’t mean he had the room nor the right to start making such reckless gambles now. He was here and you were safe. That was all that mattered, and as far as Vergil was concerned, it was going to stay that way. There would be no deaths, no burning houses, no orphaned children, and no torn bonds riddled with seemingly endless wounds and scars. 

Never again. 

Not if he had anything to say about it. 

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another sketchy messy thing.

feels good to be back from vacation... time to go back to putting my favorite old man through Situations 🤡

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Happy Anniversary Devil May Cry 5 Special Edition!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

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pocky day

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Trying to find people who write requests for DMC is rough (open requests, I mean).

I was browsing my thoughts and I was thinking...

What if Dante, Vergil, Nero and V (hell, even throw in Lucia, Lady and Trish) fell in love with a S/O that, like with V, is only half of a whole?

The S/O had done something to split themselves into two, and somehow, the character meets the half of S/O that they split off and fell in love.

What would their reactions be to this? Would they continue to pursue a relationship with S/O when they're whole again, or would they let them go, knowing that the full S/O isn't the same one they fell in love with? What if they meet the other half of S/O?

Because can you imagine the half the characters meet is the inner "good" of S/O, while the other half is their intrusive thoughts or something akin to that, a manifestation of their inner viewings of themselves?

What if the inner "good" is the one that's dying due to the fact that when S/O was a full being, they were heavily shoved down, maybe due to trauma or something along those lines - exactly like how V was Vergil's human half. The other half survives because those feelings were so much more prevalent to the point that they were the dominant part of S/O, that's why they continue to thrive.

I don't know man- I really wanna find someone who can write this. 😔

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He is thinking about building another high-rise.

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Oh I just KNOW he’s seething

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''well, i say we kill him. no offense'' ''rawr''

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making me come out of retirement to make these

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