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[d3fts]

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☆⁠ PAIRING : Vergil Sparda x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would He Be When He's Obsessed?

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

It doesn’t begin with love.

You are human—fragile, fleeting, insignificant in the grand tapestry of time Vergil exists in. A being of flesh and warmth. And yet, somehow, you are still standing. Amid the chaos of a demonic incursion, surrounded by blood and bone, you don’t scream. You don’t run. You fight, with trembling hands and stubborn eyes.

That’s when he sees you.

Not for what you are.

But for what you could be.

Vergil watches from the shadows. At first, you’re nothing more than a fleeting distraction in his pursuit of power. But there’s something… different about you. Something that hooks into the raw, feral part of him—the part he’s buried beneath layers of Yamato steel and centuries of silence.

You remind him of his mother, in a way he resents.

You remind him of his humanity, in a way he hates.

And still, he watches.

The obsession grows in silence.

He never announces his interest. That would imply weakness. But you feel him. The air gets colder when he’s near. You dream of blue light. Sometimes, in battle, you swear you see a flash of his coat on the rooftop before the enemy falls to your feet, headless.

You think you’re going insane. You don’t know that he’s following you.

He learns everything—where you sleep, what you eat, the way your voice cracks when you cry alone, thinking no one can hear. He knows the names of every friend you’ve lost. He keeps a list of the men who flirt with you. He splitting them in half with Yamato.

He justifies it.

“You are mine. You just don’t know it yet.”

He begins to test you.

You start encountering stronger demons. Ones that know your name. Ones that bleed blue when you kill them. You think you’re being hunted—when in truth, you’re being tested. Vergil wants to see how far you’ll go. How strong you’ll become. Will you break, or will you grow?

Every time you survive, he grows more enthralled. You are not weak. You are almost worthy. Almost.

But not quite.

Not yet.

And then, you confront him.

Not because you figured it out. No. You walked into one of his traps like a lamb to slaughter, and instead of running… you drew your blade. Eyes fierce. Rage in your blood. You scream his name and challenge him. You accuse him of tormenting you.

And Vergil smiles.

The first smile you’ve ever seen on his face.

“You’ve grown.”

He doesn't deny it. He steps into the moonlight, and when you meet his gaze, you finally understand.

You try to leave.

Of course you do. Any sane woman would. But Vergil doesn’t allow loose threads. He appears again, this time in your dreams. Your shadow. Your heartbeat. His presence becomes inescapable.

You find notes written in ink on your weapons—warnings, riddles. You start seeing him in reflections. You wake with the scent of rain and blood on your sheets, but no sign of him. You speak his name and the wind answers.

And still, he doesn’t touch you.

He waits.

Until you break.

The world turns on you. A betrayal. A massacre. Your home burns. Your soul fractures. Everyone you loved is gone.

He appears in the ashes.

Not as a savior.

But as the one who made it happen.

“I warned you,” he says, tone calm. “You belong to me.”

You try to kill him.

He lets you.

You scream.

He listens.

You fall.

He catches you.

You're his now.

You used to dream of freedom.

Now, you dream of blue. Of rain falling like blades. Of a voice whispering your name, not with affection, but with possession. His voice. Cold, refined, unwavering.

Vergil doesn’t hurt you.

Not with fists.

Never with cruelty.

He hurts you the way winter hurts the last flower—by loving it too much.

He keeps you in a place that doesn't exist on any map. A temple made of broken stone and whispers, suspended in some limbo between worlds. Time doesn't pass here. You don’t know how long it’s been since the fire, the screams, the moment you fell into his arms.

He isolates you. But never out of cruelty. He believes no one is worthy of standing beside you—except him.

But you remember the way he looked at you.

Like you were the final piece of something he’d been building for centuries.

And that piece didn’t fit.

You try to speak of the people you lost.

He tells you they were weak. That you don’t need them. That he is all you need.

You try to cry.

He watches in silence, blue eyes unreadable, as if he’s studying the fracture lines in his favorite blade.

You start to forget your name.

He never calls you by it. Just “you.” “My flame.” “My echo.”

Sometimes, when he’s angry, “foolish girl.”

Sometimes, when he’s afraid to lose you, “mine.” Softly. Whispered like a prayer he never learned how to say.

He trains you, sharpens you, polishes you like a blade. If you fight him, he grows colder. If you kneel, he melts. If you cry, he holds you like a man holding the last piece of his soul.

You ask if he’d kill for you.

“I already have.”

You ask if he’d die for you.

“I won’t need to.”

You wonder if he ever really loved you.

You wonder if you ever really had a choice.

One night, you run.

You don’t know why. Maybe to feel the air in your lungs again. Maybe to remember what pain felt like on your own terms. You don’t get far.

He finds you in the forest, kneeling in the mud, your body shaking from the cold and the shame of it all. You expect rage. A lecture. Violence.

But he kneels too. And for the first time, Vergil looks human.

And then… he holds you.

So tightly, you can’t breathe.

So gently, you break.

Days become emptier.

He trains you harder. Talks less. Watches you more. You bleed in the name of becoming stronger, but you feel weaker. Smaller. You try to remember who you were before he claimed you. The way you laughed. The sound of your own voice. But those memories are fading, devoured by the storm that is him.

Sometimes, you catch him staring at you like you’re a ghost.

Like he knows you’re slipping.

Like he doesn’t know how to stop it.

You ask him, one night, if he would still love you if you became nothing.

“I would love you still,” he says. “Even if all that remained was ash.”

Because in the end…

Vergil doesn’t fall in love.

He consumes it.

And now you are part of him. A blade buried in the scabbard of his soul.

You were never meant to survive him.

But now, you will never escape him.

And deep down…

You don’t want to.

Because he's all you have.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[d3fts]

well said!!

𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝐴 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌?

most of us know the basic concept of a desired reality, right? i mean, it’s in the name: a reality you desire. but do you know what it actually is, or how it works?

𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐵𝐴𝑆𝐼𝐶𝑆

your desired reality is just as real as your current reality. it is not a dream. you can taste, touch, smell, see, hear things exactly as you can now! the people you meet, the places you visit, and the moments you create are all authentic. just as you navigate your current life, you have full control and awareness in your desired reality. think of it as a sort of “second life”.

𝐿𝐸𝑇’𝑆 𝐸𝑋𝑃𝐴𝑁𝐷

let’s get to the reason i’m actually making this post.

a lot of you guys put your desired reality on a pedestal. STOP IT!

your desired reality isn’t going to be perfect. you’re gonna have struggles there that you will have to deal with the same as you have here!!! you will have days where you’re stressed, lonely, depressed, angry, and more. AND THAT IS FINE! THAT’S HOW LIFE WORKS! life is not sunshine and rainbows, otherwise it WOULD be a dream. the negative is what makes it so real!

you also need to realise your desired reality isn’t just one reality. just as you do here, you will be constantly shifting there. with every breath, every thought, every decision, every action, you are shifting non-stop.

think of it as a mood board.

every picture is a different reality with one thing you desire, but all of them collaged together is what makes your overall desired reality.

[d3fts]

i have a problem so before I had the problem of taking the fact that I am being watched from endless different universes too serious and feeling uncomfortable all the time… now I have the problem of thinking that if there are endless different universes there also are universes where the people there are like invisible watching me in THIS universe for some reason… I know it’s confusing I mean like they somehow managed to get here into this universe and now watch me while being invisible dude I know that sounds like some sci-fi shit but being a shifter and constantly expanding my knowledge about the concept is not easy for me please help meee IM BEGGIN YOUUUUUUUU💔💔💔 don’t be surprised if you see this question on other blogs too, I’ve had it before that my questions just haven’t been answered so now I’m making sure that atleast someone will answer and if multiple people answer that’s even better so I can compare them THANKS AGAIN

With the amount of people that are very spiritual or who do witchcraft would be aware or feel like something is off if someone or thing was watching them. If you're big on witchcraft, then maybe it's some type of unwelcome spirit, you should get to cleansing soon because you don't want that negativity in your home, but if it's just a thought behind your head that perhaps there MIGHT be someone watching, just remember that they can't harm or do anything to you.

[d3fts]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝

ᥫ᭡. Remember that you should not compare my experience with your own journey. My experience may have similarities to your own, but whatever my process is will not guarantee a successful shift!! Any questions regarding my personal experience or tips that helped me out throughout my journey, I'm happy to answer via comments or inbox. If you ask through my inbox, I'll try to provide more lengthy and detailed responses.

𖦹 When I get shifting motivation, I usually do all of my scripting and manifesting, but I don't shift once I'm done with my routine because by then I'm already clogged my mind with so many shifting related thoughts that I'm too overstimulated to shift. It's like a blockage of some sort, but give it a few days/weeks, and I have a higher probability of shifting.

𖦹 I try to listen to subliminals when I can, and what helps me the most is when I listen to a subliminal while I'm preoccupied with something. I could be doing homework, out on a walk, or cleaning my house, but as long as I'm doing something, my subliminal results are noticeable. I also use a flush subliminal, then a booster subliminal, before I actually listen to actual shifting subliminals.

𖦹 I refuse to shift at night. I've tried, but I always fall asleep, and by then, I'm already too knocked out to even try shifting. I prefer shifting during the middle of the day on the weekends because my mind knows I've not done anything tiring.

𖦹 Guided meditation helps me a lot because I have trouble with remembering what comes next after methods. Obviously, you don't have to follow a method step by step, however, I PERSONALLY like having a routine. I also put guided meditations on, but ONLY when I know I can follow through the whole method and not fall asleep. I love Alunir's meditations, but she focuses on relaxing the body for the first 10-ish minutes. I usually just skip all of that because if I'm too relaxed, I'll just fall asleep.