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Nero probably keeps his old baby blanket. Black as night with his name sewn into it (I'm aware he was named by the orphanage as the blanket was black and his name means black, but I prefer this)

Keeps it. So delicate with it. Got a little roughed up from his youth but realizing He Can't Fix It made it so he was so much gentler with it. Keeps it in a little chest in his bedroom just barely out of sight. Saves it for hard days when he reaches up and pulls it open to see the lovingly hand sewn lettering of his name. Presses it to his face.

"... Hi mama. I know it's been a while. And I guess I probably shouldn't only talk to you when I'm feeling bad... But I get so distracted with life, you know? Things have been... Hard. I don't know what's going to happen, or how I'm going to fix it. I wish I could just sit down and let you take care of me. But it's okay. I don't hold it against you. Just keep me in your prayers... Okay? Thanks, mama. I love you. I wish I got to meet you."

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This is call "I have read all the fanfics under the tag Dadgil and I need them to be happy" :)

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doesnt help that it's very windy tonight and might rain

My mom is laughing at me because when she doesn't need me to be helping her on a door I'm just sitting on a lawn chair, outside at 10pm, staring out at nothing. And I enjoy it. But shes still laughing it up

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My mom is laughing at me because when she doesn't need me to be helping her on a door I'm just sitting on a lawn chair, outside at 10pm, staring out at nothing. And I enjoy it. But shes still laughing it up

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Vergil is a bit of a night owl.

It's when the world is cold, and quiet, and dim. A few layers bites back the chill, his ears are no longer assaulted by the onslaught of existence, and the bright shining lights of the city do not pierce his eyes down to the brain.

There is no unprovoked touches. Nero grabbing his arm. Dante slinging an arm over his shoulder. No chatter.

The world is asleep.

Sometimes, that's terrifying, when he wanders where he does not know. Of course, he can defend himself, and yet... The idea of the few that lurked with him, that shouldn't, but do.

They are kindred. This is not a good thing.

Through streets and alleys and outdoor shopping centers with no one there. Watching from a distance as two youths spray blinding ink onto concrete, knowing their creation will not last. A mere act of... Of defiance. To scream, to be heard, just once.

Does Vergil want to be heard?

... In some ways, he does. But to be heard means to be... Noticed. And he does not like attention. Demonic attention is dangerous. Human attention, obnoxious.

With a gift of cash in his pocket, he walks into a seedy bar. Orders a simple mocktail. Alcohol burns, but he can appreciate the craft.

A man less gracefully aged sits beside him. Scruffy. But not unpleasant. Friendly, but reserved. Shy, even? Words don't come easily.

But there's questions to answer. He does not owe them, and yet...

It is a rare time to speak. Requested to speak, not just respond.

The man hears upon his reading, and, he's excited. Providing crumpled papers of oddly elegant handwriting for a man of his bulk.

Words from the soul. A bit forthcoming, yet... There is beauty, in the amateur soul of the craft, yet so genuine. The man asks for criticism. Vergil gives it- cutting, but clear to point that the authenticity is hard to deny, and harder to capture in the way he has. Seeing a man with crows feet and cracked lips and a bubbling beer smile like he's been told he's a father.

The discussion lasts until it gets late. The bartender shooing them out. The man is a little bubbly, burping with the stink of yeasty drink on his breath. Hugs Vergil tight and says goodbye.

Vergil stands there, awhile. Watching as he hobbled off home. Looking at the crumpled papers the man left behind, but following would be considered incorrect- stalking, he was told, was an aggression. Wrong.

Folding the paper neatly, mending the damaged ridges, he places it on an inner pocket close to his heart.

And he turns to walk home. Past the seedy alleys and flicking lights.

Back home, still the small hours, as he passes quietly, locking the doors behind him as he undresses, ritualistic, and crawls beneath soft satin.

Perhaps there is more to human attention than he gave them credit for.

And he didn't even get the man's name, only his heart, only his soul, captured on wrinkled note paper.

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you know for someone who writes as much as i do i actually dont read fanficion. i have not read a legitimate piece of DMC fanfic. maybe a drabble but never something complete.

i havent read fanfiction in years. i barely even use social media, i dont browse or look at stuff on here much [or any other website, tumblr is the ONLY one i use because best for long writing]. i just post when i have ideas and sometimes look at notes for an endorphin rush.

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if Dante or Vergil is annoying Nero, he's just going to drag them around. like if Vergil refuses to leave because he's being antisocial, Nero just picks his ass up. He has carried both Vergil and Dante at the same time. They weren't even injured, they were just refusing to go outside like NORMAL PEOPLE.

they've given up on overpowering him. and usually nero has a good reason [like getting his father and uncle to Breathe Fresh Air]

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prev's tags: #With Nero's temper and his absolute horrid mess of a nervous system the city's gonna get flattened#Can you imagine dealing with the side of Nero stuck with the raw temper he had in DMC4???#Imagine ONLY Kyrie can calm ALL OF THEM down nonviolently she's gonna get a Nero puzzle cuddle pile XDDD

Kyrie: I'm well aware this is a distressing and upsetting situation...

Kyrie, cuddled by 4 versions of her BF. One that's Emo AF, another punk AF, another that's Basically Just A Demon, and the last one that has angelic features: ... but i am really enjoying this moment.

When Dante is gone in hell, Nero starts responding to Dante's name like it's his.

It's not that he thinks he's Dante or whatever, but so many people reached out to him, asked for Dante, then got annoyed at not being able to reach Dante, he just started saying 'Yup, how can I help? ' because once they visibly saw he WASN'T Dante, it was too late. Not about deceiving anyone, but Nero needed to pick up the mantle.

When Dante and Vergil DO get back... It takes months for Nero to break the habit of being summoned Everytime someone calls for Dante. Usually he's faster, too, so they're confused,

"I called for Dante."

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"... Dante."

"I can help, what do you need?"

Then Dante walks up, sighing through his nose once he realizes Nero Did It Again. Nero blinks once, twice, mumbles an apology, then fucks off.

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babies for a warmup before i continue comms

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V does the same shit when presented a new meal not because V enjoys eating that way, but it helps narrow down what will make them sick. If none of the ingredients separately upset their stomach, they tentatively try it again altogether, and if that doesn't hurt, then they document it as a 'safe meal'.

... Just for it to, for no discernible reason, then make them sick a few weeks later.

I saw a post about this somewhere but...

Vergil is an 'eaty picker' [a shitty joke Dante made.

A common thing he will do is eat the deconstructed parts of a meal.

He's going to eat a burger? He eats the burger, the lettuce, the tomato, the cheese, the onion, the sauces, and the bun all separately.

He eats most things without much complaint at all! Only a few things he finds truly repulsive.

But it always kind of upsets people when he eats an onion or tomato like an apple, or when he has a whole head of cabbage in his lap and eats it by tearing off slice by slice.

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I saw a post about this somewhere but...

Vergil is an 'eaty picker' [a shitty joke Dante made.

A common thing he will do is eat the deconstructed parts of a meal.

He's going to eat a burger? He eats the burger, the lettuce, the tomato, the cheese, the onion, the sauces, and the bun all separately.

He eats most things without much complaint at all! Only a few things he finds truly repulsive.

But it always kind of upsets people when he eats an onion or tomato like an apple, or when he has a whole head of cabbage in his lap and eats it by tearing off slice by slice.

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Vergil had V and Urizen.

Neros gonna have N, E, R, and O

When Dante is gone in hell, Nero starts responding to Dante's name like it's his.

It's not that he thinks he's Dante or whatever, but so many people reached out to him, asked for Dante, then got annoyed at not being able to reach Dante, he just started saying 'Yup, how can I help? ' because once they visibly saw he WASN'T Dante, it was too late. Not about deceiving anyone, but Nero needed to pick up the mantle.

When Dante and Vergil DO get back... It takes months for Nero to break the habit of being summoned Everytime someone calls for Dante. Usually he's faster, too, so they're confused,

"I called for Dante."

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"... Dante."

"I can help, what do you need?"

Then Dante walks up, sighing through his nose once he realizes Nero Did It Again. Nero blinks once, twice, mumbles an apology, then fucks off.

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When Dante is gone in hell, Nero starts responding to Dante's name like it's his.

It's not that he thinks he's Dante or whatever, but so many people reached out to him, asked for Dante, then got annoyed at not being able to reach Dante, he just started saying 'Yup, how can I help? ' because once they visibly saw he WASN'T Dante, it was too late. Not about deceiving anyone, but Nero needed to pick up the mantle.

When Dante and Vergil DO get back... It takes months for Nero to break the habit of being summoned Everytime someone calls for Dante. Usually he's faster, too, so they're confused,

"I called for Dante."

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"... Dante."

"I can help, what do you need?"

Then Dante walks up, sighing through his nose once he realizes Nero Did It Again. Nero blinks once, twice, mumbles an apology, then fucks off.