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Sons of Sparda sketch while listening to "Spark of Blue - Zinogre" BGM from Monster Hunter Rise in the loudest volume possible. 💙🤘🎵

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Hmmm I was just wondering what if they both were saved

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No Qualms 

Vergil/Reader 

Summary: 

“A bit to a Grandpa Vergil work I will never write.”- Rodeo 

Contents:

Domestic Fluff, Growing Old, Nero Names His Daughter Eva, Snippet, Slight Angst, Profoundly Soft 

Vergil wipes the table down as a babbling baby chews on her toy. Her white hair is swept back as well as he can manage, children all quite finicky as he has learned. 

He’s got stubble, his face filled out just the slightest. He’s still unbreakably gorgeous, the curve of his face has softened, a healthy sheen to him. All the results of years of sleeping on a real bed, next to a lover to his chest. Not the Yamato, but the soft breaths and hushed conversation of another. 

He holds his grandchild Eva with this soft fondness unbefitting of a man once so angry. Although his words are harsh and he barks out his feelings, there is grace in how he murmurs to her. 

Vergil takes her little hand that reaches for him, kissing her knuckles like she is the queen. She laughs and he smiles lightly. She is indeed. 

His own joints are not as smooth and flawless, worn hands with the slightest of arthritis. He spends mornings with a cup of tea, warming these old talons to begin his little tasks. 

He asks kindly of his grandchild to stay put, words unheeded to her playful nature. 

When he turns to take her from her seat, you have already come to take her into your own arms. He admires you, the same gaze from years before. 

You are not as lithe as you used to be, hair beginning to gray at the roots. She touches your face, your crow’s feet deepening with each endearing laugh. Those dimples adorned with dainty lines steal his heart every time. 

In his mind, there is regret. Regret to have not seen you hold a child you and he could have raised. Regret to not have held his own son the way you do so perfectly to your grandchild. Regret that the deferment of his own humanity has cost him years to have led up to a life where he may have loved you for longer.

Fear that either you or he will die before he has fully loved you. Fear that time will not be kind to the forever he wants with you. 

It’s chased away by how Eva makes grabby hands at his presence. You huff at her favoritism, Vergil smug to your faked displeasure. He asks of Eva if he is more loved, and she gives an answer that is lost to the two of you. It fades when you joke that you must joust with her to win over his heart. It fades when Vergil claims he has enough heart for all of you. It is gone by the light of your eyes, twinkling like the first time he saw you. 

You will always be as you are to Vergil, regardless of what happens. He doesn’t want to think about what will happen for once. More so he cares about what is happening now. 

Now he must serenade his darling little girl. 

You watch Vergil dance in place, swaying with a pudgy hand in his. She gurgles as he hums a tune, a song familiar to you two lovers and now to her. 

All things end, including you and him. But it is not of Vergil’s concern. 

All things have begun, such as the years, the months, the days he can spend with his family. 

Before it will die, it will live. 

Vergil has no qualms against that.

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the gift of humanity.

Approaching footfalls are a soft percussion in the echo of his study.

“Father?”

He does not need to look up to know who has come to visit.

A sliver of affection bleeds into his smile as he places his latest learning down onto his desk, his attention drawn to his young son who stops several feet away. His socked toes curl into the scarlet carpet.

“Vergil.”

His twins are merely six-years-old, growing before his eyes like the coiled rosebushes in the garden. Time, he’s found, touches them, and for that Sparda is grateful. It seems he has not doomed them to eternity.

No, Eva has granted them something far superior.

“When I’m older,” Vergil says, his shoulders squared with rehearsed confidence, “I want to be like you.”

“How do you mean?”

It takes a moment before his eldest steps forward and the courage ebbs into callow naivety. He ducks his head, his unruly bangs a curtain over his eyes, but when his feet stop, he’s beside Sparda, reaching for his sleeve.

“You must remember never to fear sharing your voice when what you have to say is worth speaking.”

“I want to be strong,” and it’s unexpected how definitive his words are. Sparda can merely stare. “Like you.”

Sparda leans forward in his chair, lowering his height to Vergil’s. Vergil watches with his jaw clenched, fist curled at his side as if he seeks judgement. Far too young, Sparda thinks, to worry himself with such matters. And so Sparda lifts his hand, carding his fingers through Vergil’s blizzard hair to sweep back those bangs that brush his eyelashes. An unruly strand curls over his forehead and Sparda leaves it be.

“I would like to make a request of my own,” he says. “I wish for you to be strong, but not like me.”

Vergil looks up.

“My son, I wish for you to be strong… like you.”

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Memes And Laughs

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A teaser for an upcoming collaboration one shot

I’m mostly excited because this will be accompanied with the lovely art of Katt. Please check out her extraordinary artwork!

Vergil grumbled as he went through the deep wooden drawer.  He needed to find that bill, and soon, or else the power would be shut off…again.  So he dug through the myriad layers of trash, a gun catalogue, a coupon for a free lap dance at Love Planet, a half empty box of .45 Autos…ah there it was!  Unsurprisingly, the bill (three days from overdue) was at the bottom.  Dante must have purposely shoved it underneath everything, as some of these items looked old. (The coupon was two years expired.)

As he pulled it out, a small black thing, hard to make out in the darkness, slid off with a silky swish back into the drawer.  As Vergil tried to focus on how much his brother owed this month, a  part of his mind kept drifting to the object that sat there.  

Finally, his curiosity got the best of him, and with a defeated sigh, he set aside the paper, and reached back in.

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Grave To The Butterflies 

Vergil/Reader 

Work Summary: 

“He is hurt beyond measure, a demon who finally believed in love and a mortal deceived by the fates. Shoulders squared, there is no hiding from the dimming light within.” 

Tags/Warnings: Ambiguous Plot, Broken Engagement, Death, Broken Heart, Grief/Mourning, Funerals, Vergil Reaches His Breaking Point, ANGST 

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More soy sauce Vergil. Look at that smug, the sodium is getting to his head. 

Ngl, I have fun drawing this. 🥰 *cough* *cough*

Will color another time, my brain is fried. The time change has messed me up so bad and I hate it so much. 🥱😴

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I just think Longhair!Nero is neat~

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Chance Encounters (II)

pairing: Vergil x f!reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: soulmate AU, soft!vergil, reader is perpetually anxious

notes: im,,, soRrY (also on ao3)

summary: You’ve lost the ability to speak and to breathe, everything seemed so comfortable in that moment in time, so right.

(●´□`)♡  ⁱᵐ ᵃ ˡʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʷʰᵒˡᵉᵃˢˢ ˡⁱᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ♡(´□`● )

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“Heal your wounds Bond the broken Be brother once again”

Just soft Spardabros for day 4 of @dmcweek, I just * ugly crying * 

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Vergil on a summer day? (done on Photoshop CC)

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For an ask over on my Twitter @BettyBRenders via CuriousCat

Bonus:

Series: Tumblr and Twitter Asks

Masterlist

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The DMC Boys Feeling Jealous: 

Dante: 

Dante is the kind of jealous where he’s not one to shows it and prefers to play it off in a more joking manner, but the jealousy is still very much there don’t be mistaken. He’ll watch a while from afar with his usual coy, jokester smile on his face, knowing his S/O isn’t the kind of person where they’d just dump him for some cheesy punk out of the blue who decides to chat them up while they’re at the bar together

Though, that said, once the person starts to make a move, it’s all over. He blames the instincts and possessive nature of his inner demon for it, though he wouldn’t be lying if he didn’t have any natural protectiveness among other things when it comes to people who decide to get a bit too comfortable and chummy with his s/o. Dante is the kind to slide into the scene casually, making jokes and smiling like its nothing, but internally he has this person zeroed in and locked on, lowkey sizing them up as he looks at them.

Although maybe not to the extent or intensity of a certain brother of his, the person is going to definitely be feeling Dante’s eyes practically burning holes into them within minutes if they don’t get the memo and piss off sooner than later. Might even smack them on the shoulder “playfully” a bit harder than usual if they’re a guy and he’s trying to very nicely get them to fuck off.

If this person is a good friend of his s/o’s then he’s more likely to be a bit nicer about it, though still very much clinging to his s/o in at least some capacity, whether it be his arms around their waist with his chin resting on their head/shoulder, or even simply having an arm around them and holding them close just so they get the memo that their his s/o. Will probably throw in some extra smooches on their cheek and/or forehead for extra measure, though definitely the less threatening approach than with some bar crawling flirt who thinks they’re hot shit. 

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VERGIL   Devil May Cry 5

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Series: Pull my Devil Trigger!

Masterlist

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