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The clinking of chains jolted Andrei awake.

His vision was hazy, his body aching, but then he saw her… Daniela.

She stood across from him, facing away.

His heart stuttered. ‘ She came for me!’ Relief flooded him, but it curdled just as quickly.

Something was wrong.

Her posture was too still. Too focused.

Andrei followed her gaze.

His stomach dropped.

There was someone else in the cell with them.

Chained to the opposite wall, slumped and unmoving. But even in the dim light, he knew that body. That face.

"Esme!" His voice cracked with panic. "Esme, wake up!"

The woman stirred, her groggy confusion twisting into terror as she registered her restraints. She struggled, tugging at the chains. "A-Andrei? What’s… what’s happening?!"

She whimpered as Daniela started toward her.

Andrei thrashed against his own bindings. "D-Daniela! Dany, please! Leave her alone!"

Daniela didn’t acknowledge him.

She reached Esme and slowly crouched down, meeting the woman’s terrified gaze. Then, without hesitation, she pulled out a knife.

Esme screamed.

A sound so raw, so animalistic, that it carved itself into Andrei’s soul.

The blade cut into flesh. Wet, sickening squelches filled the cell. Slicing. Peeling. Tearing.

Andrei couldn’t see what Daniela was doing. He only heard Esme’s agony—her voice breaking, her shrieks turning to garbled whimpers. Then to gurgles. Then, silence.

The sound of flesh peeling made Andrei’s stomach churn.

And then Daniela turned.

Andrei's breath hitched. His body locked up in horror.

She was literally wearing Esme’s face.

The severed skin hung over her own like a grotesque mask, fresh blood dribbling down her chin. The expression frozen in terror, Esme’s terror, warped over Daniela’s smiling lips.

She approached him, stepping carefully, as if savoring the moment.

She knelt before him, tilting her head sweetly.

"Do you love me now, Andrei? "

Andrei couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

She leaned in, the bloodied mask pressing closer.

And then, she kissed him.

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Unpopular opinion, Trunks would rock this look better than Gohan...

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describing emotions in writing is either “he felt sad” or a two-paragraph dissertation on how his soul crumpled like wet newspaper under the weight of his own existence. no in-between.

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Sin Devil Trigger is the most metal shit to come out of the series.

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Both sons need to avenge their mother officially, Vergil deserves his get back, and Nero needs to duel the one who started it all.

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Fuck both parties.

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To this day Trunks remains the drippiest saiyan

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It was as if these agents fought a horde of pissed off rhinos. They were completely overpowered physically and mangled. Whoever, whatever, did this was a brute and had a complete lack of empathy for human life.

He was gonna bring them down, no matter what it took. He would get justice for these fallen heroes.

"Captain fuckin' America." The voice was deep, mocking.

Steve spun around, his hand instinctively moving to his shield. A man emerged from behind a cargo container, stepping into view with a confident swagger.

"That's what they call me," Steve replied, his eyes narrowing, not missing the harsh language or the disdain in the man's tone, that alone being enough to show the man's disposition, "Though most people aren't as foul-mouthed."

"Most people ain't me, pal." the new arrival held his arms out in a show of grand standing.

"And who might you be?" Cap asked, his stance defensive yet composed.

"They call me Soldier Boy…" the murderer smirked, "soon to be Captain America."

Steve's gaze hardened. "Is that so." He took in this man's outfit. It was similar to his own, only green. The killer wielded a shield, though it was made out of a material that was very clearly not vibranium. It was almost diamond in shape, instead of round like his own.

Soldier Boy extended his hand, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Give me the shield, fuckface. Let's make it easy."

Steve's reply was calm, edged with iron. "I can tell you owe a fortune to the swear jar," he said, his grip tightening on his shield. "That's never going to happen."

Soldier Boy's smirk widened, amused by the challenge. "Hm."

The two stood there, under the heavy evening sky, their gaze locked in a silent showdown, each sizing the other up.

Soldier Boy's hand twitched towards his holster, and in an instant, the air was filled with the sharp blasts of gunfire. Captain America snapped his shield up, the bullets pinging off harmlessly as he dashed for cover behind a dilapidated truck. Soldier Boy, his expression twisted in a sneer, advanced, emptying his clip at Steve.

As the last bullet clinked empty, Soldier Boy's tactics shifted abruptly. He seized a nearby cargo bin, hurling it with inhuman strength. The bin roared across the ground, its metal body groaning under the force. Captain America heard it coming, and with a powerful leap, he sprang from the truck, running across the top of the sliding bin as it smashed into the truck, tearing it apart.

He leaped from the bin, hurling his shield in a wide arc at Soldier Boy. With a deft swat, Soldier Boy knocked the shield aside. It ricocheted off a far wall, spinning back into Cap's waiting hand. Steve caught it mid-air and immediately swung it like a melee weapon, the impact to the side of his head, forcing Ben to stagger back.

Undeterred, Soldier Boy countered with a brutal haymaker, which Steve dodged by a hair's breadth. Ben followed up with a wide, sweeping blow from his shield, which Steve narrowly avoided by jumping back. The confrontation escalated quickly, as Soldier Boy unleashed a flurry of punches and shield swings. Each move was relentless, Steve barely dodging each assault, the air vibrating with the force of Ben's blows.

Suddenly, Ben feinted a punch and then jabbed sharply with the tip of his golden shield. Steve blocked with his shield's center, but the impact sent him rolling backward.

Panting, Steve regained his footing, eyeing his adversary. "You have a temper," he noted.

Soldier Boy scoffed, stalking forward with a casual menace. "Fuck can I say, I'm a kid from Philly."

Cap shot him a skeptical look. "New York."

A snort escaped Soldier Boy. "More reason to kick your fuckin' ass."

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Seeing as how everyone INCLUDING his friends have tried to kill him on sight, it might as well be haha!

really quick crummy redraw of a Dmc x Scott pilgrim poster I made a year or two ago on my twt xd

alt ver + og under cut

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Facts... they throw my entire plan out the window.

the best part of writing is when your characters start ignoring your outline and you realize they’re better at this than you.

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It honestly irks me that these two don't have more interactions in canon DC.

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They're both just like me for real

The major reason Dante and Vergil's rivalry works better than almost any other take on the trope is because the games are totally self aware about how dumb and immature the whole trope is and they lean way the hell into it. Like yeah, there's real stakes, turmoil and emotional wounds between them that drive their eternal conflict but at the same time it's pretty obvious that the real reason they fight all the time is because they're both just the biggest goddamn children on the planet.

It really is just playground bickering elevated to apocalyptic proportions by sheer virtue of them both being demigods.

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Comic Book styled rendition of Dante. Not gonna pretend I drew this myself, haha!

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Kickass!

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Total bro's. There is not a scenario in which these dudes don't get along.

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Andrei’s eyes opened, the light of a fire pit not far from him. The floor of the dungeon was cold, the air humid. The eternal smell of death lingered all around.

He leaned up, lifting his face up from the dirty floor.

Despite the light of the fire, the rest of the room was an unsettling dark.

He heard the sound of wet chewing not far from him. He turned, and to his surprise, a pile of human body parts were on the other side of the room. The parts were bloody and swarming with maggots. Among them, a dismembered arm, a torso, and what might have once been a face staring blankly at nothing.

Daniela was masked in shadow, just barely visible on the other side of the fire pit. She held onto a dismembered arm, her red stained teeth biting and ripping out chunks of the flesh like she were eating a chicken leg.

Her soulless gold eyes, shining in the dark from the light of the fire, made contact with him. She took in a mouth full of meat, blood dripping from her chin as she walked up to him.

He wanted to run, or at least crawl away… but he couldn’t move.

Daniela kneeled down beside him, wordlessly grabbing and cradling Andrei’s head, “Shhhhh,” She held him until he calmed. Her sticky fingers grabbed his cheeks and pursed his lips. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his in a bloody, gruesome kiss. Andrei’s fingernails scratched -practically tearing- at the stone floor, the bed of his nails painfully breaking off when she began feeding him chunks of the chewed meat by mouth.