#vergil is flawless

[icy-warden]

Thanks to this post I now hc that with time Saskia’s hair gets shorter while Nelaros’ gets longer 😌

[decy-press]

look if we're going to just sit around doing remakes and remasters for the rest of time can we at least get resi style remakes of dmc 1 and 3

[shuttershocky]

man I hope we one day get Enhance content so Nasu's chuuni can shine bright and uncontrolled. throw in a Vergil expy while you're at it

I actually think if Lorelei Barthomeloi were to be developed more she would have eventually become the Vergil expy.

Her only appearance has her dueling Enhance to a standstill, having the edge despite Dante's Enhance's vampire powers and weapons, because her flawless technique that makes her second to none in the Clock Tower.

She's also arrogant (only fights Dead Apostles underneath a full Moon so they can be as strong as possible for her to challenge), single-minded (only cares about slaying monsters despite being the second-in-charge of the Clock Tower, to the point where she would ally with their enemies the Church just to go on hunts), and incredibly immature (when she finds out the vampire she's hunting was already killed by Tohno Shiki, she loses her temper and throws a tantrum while swearing vengeance), all she really needs is a katana and a nasally voice and Capcom would be sending out cease and desists in no time.

Also Enhance's name appears in the Tsukihime Remake so it looks like Nasu hasn't forgotten about him. He's probably not going to be a shameless Dante clone anymore (especially when half of his powers and physical description became FGO's Edmond Dantes), but he should still be really cool.

[skelesass]

Your last answer to that ask with Vergil being not evil, you’re so right about it and you should say it louder!! Devil May Cry at first glance is wow stylish combat and good twin vs evil twin but then under the veneer it’s not that clear-cut and simple.

You are really blessing us with your drawings, the subtly “not quite human” vibe going on is flawless , I can’t get enough of it…

Also I really enjoy reading your thoughts and I’m curious as to what you find appealing in Dante (more than Vergil for example) or in dmc overall

Thank you so much! Sorry I'm getting to this late.

What I really loved about VoV was how it highlighted how HUMAN Vergil's way of seeing the world really is; rooted in misunderstandings that led him down a really not great way. Full of guilt, and self loathing, and an intense want to be understood? The human soul is so RAW there.

Thank you! I really love the idea of the boy's taking after their father when he was presenting as "Human." Handsome by all accounts, but if you look too long you start seeing all the things that make a demon terrifying just beneath the surface. The boys are not immune :>

I like Dante for a lot of reasons, but if I had to pick a particular REASON why I zeroed in on him to start with as a kid was his "seeking the light in spite of everything." He's a man that shoulders a lot, and it's really evident in how he deals with it when you look around his office and see the bottles. He cares a lot, so much that he drives people away BECAUSE he thinks his very existence is a danger to people he loves.

It takes a certain kind of person to do the work he does after thinking he's murdered the only family he had left for not very much money, you know? Anyway, I could scream all day about why I like him, but I'll leave it at "It takes a very strong person to want to do the right thing when the opposite is easier and more profitable."

[dmc-questions-anon]

prototypelq:

"'Battle for the Sun by Placebo is a song I associate with the tragic story of the wins. The music and melody is explosive and destructive, just like everything that came crashing down around the twins, it rises in intensity as their problems are left for decades to fester, the lyrics of the verses is very determined - both wont stand down and are extremely determined to see their crash course till the end (also the multiple repeats of some words makes it sound a little like a broken record - or in a narrative sense, like a lie they keep and keep telling themselves) , however the chorus is very different. The explosion of music that is constantly rising in verses finally blows up, and in this destructive cacaphony of sound the chorus is actually emotionally raw and sweet - the final confrontation of the brothers was inevitable, and it is the conclusion of their story, both know that and there is no more place left for conflict of goals, ideals or anything else, they know the end of their story is coming and the only thing they feel is joy. Joy as they clash together, like only they can, joy at seeing each other, alive after all these years, and joy at being together again, even in this twisted way, their affection in undeteterred'

also I`d add a little stuff here

Id written before(above) that some verse lines repeat and sound like broken records - it also reminds me of how both twins simply cannot let go of the past, both because their best and fondest memories are from childhood spent together, same as their trauma originated in said childhood and only continued to grow in folowwing decades.

the first two verses are PERFECT for dmc3 twins conflict

I will battle for sun the sun, and I wont stop untill I'm done, You are getting in the way, And I have nothing left to say - Vergil

I will brush off all the dirt, and I will pretend it didn`t hurt, You are black and heavy weight, and I will not participate - Dante (bonus Nelo gutpunch)

Dream brother, my killer, my lover - okay so, obligatory warning, I WILL Real Impact any incest shipper or sight. I interpret this line more like a collection of twins hopes for reuniteing in their brotherhood, however, those are impossible dreams (untill the end of dmc5) and now their only option is to fight. This constant fighting is closest they can get to being together again, so both cherish it while it lasts.

No fun if you are cheap and nasty fake, And I am the bones you couldn`t break - dmc3 prequel novel and gilver, possibly?

Also the song end ends with final I will Battle for the Sun, which I read as, the twins real goals and agenda never actually changes. Both want power safety, brotherhood and to protect each other. Their problem is miscommunitation, and once that is cleared up (or they are given a mutual person to protect (Nero) and a target to eliminate) they are, as always, a perfect match for each other, they make a flawless team, and are united in their brotherhood as twins, so nothing can stand in their way."

(Song Interpretation)

Battle for the Sun by Placebo

I agree! You said everything pretty well and I think this song works for the twins perfectly!

GMVs associating this song with DMC:

None that I could find.

[scalproie]

GOD, thank you for the tags on the “can’t have shit in fandom” post. You see Vergil more than most people and I respect you 🤝

HIGHEST COMPLIMENT ANYONE COULD TELL ME, THANK YOU 🤝

Even tho I dont talk about him as much as I used to, Vergil is still 100% my all-time favorite character and the original Blue Guy of my long list of Blue Guys favs, I STUDIED this man and still live in fear of misinterpreting him because I genuinely think his canonical characterization is flawless, so this makes me happy I might still got it.

[pyropsychiccollector]

Makoto: You don't know true pain. (人◕ω◕)*** All these... these... squabbling girls. Fighting over the last shreds of my sanity. (人◕ω◕)***

Nagisa: ...

Nagisa: n___n;;;;;;;;;; Nope. I wouldn't know what you're going through. You have it... so hard... n___n;;;;;;;;;;

Makoto: Yes. You are more understanding than most, Nagisa-kun. It's been getting worse and worse these past few years. All these new girls showing up. New shenanigans to deal with. And I'm expected to defuse the conflicts when they come up, keep everything civilized... It's... It's... It's becoming too much, Nagisa-kun. I can't take it!!! (人◕ω◕)*** I mean, 100 girls?! When will they be satisfied?!?!?!

Nagisa: W-Well... I know that's just one gig, though... With that... Vergil guy? I mean, don't you have other contracts that are less... stressful? n___n;;;;;;;;;;;;

Makoto: Oh, sure!!! Remind me of my other obligations!!! Pyro saddles me with five or six girls normally... But even he is open to other "ships". Pyro does favors for Vergil all the time. It never ends!!! (人◕ω◕)*** Even 5-6 is a lot of women to satisfy, don't you understand?!?!

Nagisa: ...

Nagisa: n___n;;;;;;;;;;;; Wh-Why would I know what it's like to juggle several women...? Th-That's crazy...

Makoto: Yes!!!!!!!!! Crazy is what it is!!!!!!!!! I need a break. (人◕ω◕)*** This is where you come in, Nagisa-kun. I had Miu do something useful for once, and create a device that will allow me - us - to swap identities for a week.

Nagisa: ... Identities...? .___. Makoto-san, I don't feel comfortable-

Makoto: (人◕ω◕)*** Just trust me, damnit...!!! It doesn't do anything to our bodies. Like, swap our minds or whatever. ... That's way too obvious. Some of my... girlfriends... would know right away. (人◕ω◕)***

Nagisa: ... *sighs* So what does it... do? >_<

Makoto: I didn't bother listening to Miu's convoluted science-y explanation. But basically it showers us in particles that only we can see. To everyone else, you'll be "Makoto Naegi". And I'll be "Nagisa Shiota". (人◕ω◕) The particles last for a week, and then we go back to our... normal lives. Nobody will know about the swap, the particles are flawless~! \ (人◕ω◕) /

Nagisa: ... ;;;>____> Makoto-san, while this sounds thought out, I'm not sure you've considered that your... girls... might come onto me. And vice-versa.

Makoto: (๑╹ω╹๑ ) I have thought about such an inevitability. The nice thing is that this week is studying for exams at Hope's Peak, which means that I've put in the usual paperwork for "no touching until exams are over". The girls don't like it when I put my foot down like that... however, they know that I care a lot about following their dreams, and they won't risk the chance to stay at Hope's Peak to goof off with me. (๑╹ω╹๑ )*** I mean, some members of my... harem... have gone so far as to make clauses in that paperwork that if anyone breaches it, and they get expelled from Hope's Peak, they won't get to continue a relationship with me. It's... very airtight. (๑╹ω╹๑ )***

Nagisa: ... Okay, fine, but Kunugigaoka isn't in the middle of exams right now... I don't think you're ready for my "usual daily life". ;;;>_____> You should probably swap with someone like... like Hajime-san...

Makoto: No!!!!!!!!!!! (๑╹ω╹๑ )*** *coughs* I mean. Swapping with Hajime would be no point. I'd still be at Hope's Peak. And I'm trying to get a break. You understand. (๑╹ω╹๑ )***

Nagisa: I r-really don't.... n___n;;;;;;;;; B-But if you're really insistent this is the only way...

Makoto: It is. (๑╹ω╹๑ )************* No one will think to look for me in another universe. It's. Perfect. \ (๑╹ω╹๑ ) /

Nagisa: ... I hope you don't regret this... n___n;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

~*~

Makoto: Good, good... That fool Nagisa agreed to switch, just as planned. He thinks the particles will just wear off, but in truth...? They don't wear off unless I say they can wear off. (๑╹ω╹๑ )*** I'm never going back. Never. Now... how does Nagisa usually start his days...?

Makoto: (๑╹ω╹๑ ) His mom seems nice. Nagisa-san was surely overexaggerating. He's just jealous my life is more hellish. I'll be fine.

Hiromi: Oh, Nagisa, sweetie~ I picked up a new dress that would just look adorable on you. Let's try it on before you go to school. (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Makoto: ... D... Dress? >_< Um... Mom... I'm... I'm a boy...?

Makoto: Q_______Q Wh-What is.... I can't... oh god, I'm gonna die....! *five minutes later, after getting his head bashed into the table for disobeying Hiromi, and forced into the dress...* ...

Hiromi: n.n I was spot on~ You look amazing~!

Makoto: ... Why does it feel like this was made for my height...? ._____. *thinks back to Nagisa* .... Oh yeah. We were about the same height, weren't we... Damn. @_____@*

Hiromi: Of course it was made for your height, sweetie. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) You should try wearing that, today.

Makoto: *scared to bring this up, given he's still got a bruised forehead* Q______Q D-Doesn't Kunugigaoka h-have a dress code, m-mom...?

Hiromi: ... Oh yeah. Well, it'll be here when you get home tonight. :3

Makoto: ................. *thinking about ways to run away from home without getting the cops or this crazy bitch after him* O-O-Okay, mom... n___n;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

~*~

Nagisa: Makoto-san said exams are coming up, but he never said what to study... .______. *a tad underwhelmed by the walk from the dorms to the main campus; he's used to walking up and down a mountain* Well, the school's nice enough... I mean, Makoto-san was running away from the girls, apparently, but still...

Mukuro: *drops down to his side from a nearby tree* >_< Makoto-kun. Was one of the girls breaching the contract?

Nagisa: *perceived Mukuro up in the tree and just didn't say anything because he figured it was a part of Makoto's daily life* H-Huh...? Oh, um... no... Just thinking out loud. Sorry, Miss. n___n;;;;;;;;;;

Mukuro: *squints at "Makoto"* ... I usually surprise you more when I jump out like that... Are you sure you're alright?

Nagisa: **Oh, duh! Makoto-san doesn't have assassin training! Gah. I'm all over the place today...** n___n;;;;;;;; I-I'm fine, M-Miss. J-Just a lot on my mind...

Mukuro: ...

Nagisa: ...

Mukuro:...

Nagisa: ...

Mukuro: >_< I'm gonna take you to see Mikan, just in case.

Nagisa: Q____Q **Crap, crap, crap...! M-Makoto-san said these particle things would fool everyone, but still...! What if he's wrong?!** I, uh.... don't have the time, Miss...! I-I've gotta go!!! *barely pulls away from Mukuro moving to grab him, and he darts off without a destination in mind*

Mukuro: *chasing after him easily enough, but can tell Makoto's a lot faster than she remembered* >_<*** Makoto-kun, just come with me!! I promise Mikan-chan won't give you injections again!!

Nagisa: *isn't even listening as he runs into the small forests around/on campus and puts his parkour skills to good work* Q______Q This chick isn't Koro-sensei, and I can still tell she's good...! I'm almost curious if Mister Karasuma would be able to keep up with her...?! *runs over to a cliff without thinking, catches himself at the edge at the last minute and swerves a hard right*

Mukuro: >_<*** Makoto-ku...! *follows him to the edge of the cliff, but wasn't anticipating that hard right; she falls off into the nearby river*

Makoto: *just keeps running without looking back, knowing not to pity that girl* Q______Q

Mukuro: *coughs up water* ... Makoto-kun's been working out. >_<*** I'm gonna need backup on this one, apparently... *pulls out waterproof-cased phone and makes a call to Peko and Maki*

~*~

Makoto: *pant* *pant* >_<*** Why is their school all the way up on the mountain...? There's a perfectly good campus down there...! *still made it to the top...barely* If Aoi, Sakura, and Gozu-sensei weren't always hounding me about physical fitness, this walk would've killed me...! @____@***

Sugino: You okay, Nagisa? *lightly tossing a baseball into his gloved hand, having casually made the same trek* Ya look a little winded....

Makoto: H-Huh? @______@*** Oh. Um. Yeah. Totally fine. That walk's gonna be the toughest thing I have to do today, so...

Sugino: *squints at "Nagisa"* n___n That's funny. Mister Karasuma's unavailable to teach PE today, so we're stuck with Koro-sensei. Y'know how that worked out, before.

Makoto: Koro...sensei...? >_< Well, he can't be that bad. I've juggled 100 women. That's bad. >_______>

Sugino: *guffaws* 100 women.... Ooh, boy. Don't let Kayano-chan hear you say that~ Well, I'll see you inside, buddy! *walks on ahead*

Makoto: ... *stares after the boy with a twitchy eye* Why do I get the feeling I'm not gonna like this?

Makoto: ... ._________. This is Koro-sensei...? What... What is.... I don't even.... *managed to get to Nagisa's usual desk and sit down, but now he's mumbling incoherently*

Rio: *cocks head* What's up with Nagisa today? He's acting like it's his first day all over again.

Sugino: Beats me. He'd better get his head in the game soon, though! Karma sees him like this, he's in for Hell.

Rio: ... Why?

Sugino: Well, uh.... He mumbled something about juggling 100 women and that nothing would stack up to that. ;;;;;>_____> *he knows he just ratted "Nagisa" out, but better that Rio is on "Nagisa" than on him*

Rio: (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Ohoho~...? 100 women, eh... And Kayano-chan thought I was dreaming too big when I said Nagisa could handle more~!

Kaede: What do you mean 100 women?!?!?! Are you poisoning his mind again, Rio?!?!?!

Rio: (๑╹ω╹๑ ) The heart wants what the heart wants, Kayano-chan~

Kaede: What part of no big boobs do you not understand?!?!?!?!?!

Rio: I dunno. Ask Nagisa-kun. (๑╹ω╹๑ )(๑╹ω╹๑ )(๑╹ω╹๑ )

Makoto: *brain is glitching out from Kaede having Sayaka's voice, and Rio from having Natsumi's voice. ... Not to mention Koro-sensei is still writing stuff up on the board at Mach 20* Q_______Q It'll all be worth it... It'll all be worth it... It'll all be worth it..... *starts rocking back and forth*

~*~

*one week later*

Makoto: (๑╹ω╹๑ )*** I changed my mind. I want my life back now.

Nagisa: Eh? But hasn't it been a week...? So won't the particles wear off, anyway? ._________.

Makoto: *ignores that* (๑╹ω╹๑ )*** You didn't tell me you were a psychopath, Nagisa-kun. Training to kill your.... "teacher". Yes. (๑╹ω╹๑ )*** That guy's way more of a pervert than certain other people make me out to be. I am normal. NORMAL!!!!!!!!! (๑╹ω╹๑ )***

Nagisa: I did try to warn you... n___n;;;;;;;;; Despite your eccentric friends, you aren't really... the training sort....

Makoto: (๑╹ω╹๑ )********* You should have tried to convince me harder!!! Your mom and your "best friend" treat you like a Barbie doll. Your "teacher" is too fast to comprehend. Your classmates are a barrel of monkeys. Those "main campus" pricks can go play in traffic. (๑╹ω╹๑ )*** I am never going back. Never.

Nagisa: n___n;;;;;;;;;;;;; Th-That's fine, Makoto-san... Um, I should probably warn you-

Makoto: NO!!!!!!!! I am going to sit in my room for a while and think about how normal my world is. (๑╹ω╹๑ )********* You go away now.

Nagisa: B-But....

Makoto: You go away now!!!!!!!!! *forces Nagisa back through the portal* (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ) *sighs as he plops down in his dorm room's office chair* Peace... quiet... solitude....

Mukuro: *climbs in through the window* Ready for training, Makoto-kun? *tilts head*

Makoto: Training?! (╬ಠ益ಠ) I thought I told you I wasn't built for that...?!

Mukuro: ... *tilts head to the other side* But... You've been training with us this week. You were doing pretty good, too.

Makoto: ...

Peko: *can be heard from outside the window* Don't put yourself down, Makoto-kun. We know you can take it now.

Maki: *huffs* Just get out here already, idiot.

Makoto: (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ) Nagisa...!

[kagutrena]

So one thing that I love in games is when they make lyrical themes that add depth to the game itself, like not just final themes that you’d hear at the end of the credits but like level themes or, more commonly, boss themes. The obvious example is MGR, what with its bosses with themes like finding belonging in conflict or nationalism, DMC3 having its vocal pieces - though not as many as there feels there should be - like Taste the Blood, Divine Hate, and the Cerberus/Beowulf boss themes having its double meaning to mock a poorly performing player or mock the enemies if the player is doing well, and of course 5 having its character themes for Nero’s rage and grudge holding, V’s origin and weakness, Dante’s struggle with his demon-half (while accidental because the band that made Dante’s theme thought they were doing it for DmC Dante), and Vergil’s need for power and lasting trauma. But one game that I didn’t expect had this was Sonic Adventure 2, even though I’ve played it so much back in the day. I never even realized until recently that some of Shadow’s level themes have lyrics. The way I read the White Forest theme, Shadow’s trying desperately to set aside the fear he has after flashing back to Maria’s death to act on the fact that he can save her and the plan to blow prison island to hell, an “Unexplored land” to him. Though one thing I feel I have to mention because I find it cool; as a youtube commenter pointed out the only Shadow stages that have lyrics are the ones where he’s uncertain about something - in Radical Highway he’s set in the fact (or so he thinks) that taking revenge on humanity is what Maria would want him to do, so no lyrics. In Sky Rail he has a clear objective, a clear path to it, and is trying to outrun a plane - there’s no time for doubts so he just goes with no lyrics. In Final Chase, however, what Rouge said to him - that his memories may have been tampered or that he may not even be the ultimate life form, but it’s T-Minus Fucking Now until Sonic reaches the Big Fuckoff Obliteration Laser so the song has Shadow’s verse, where he affirms himself that he’s the ultimate life form, a flawless existence, Rouge’s where Shadow questions that assertion, and Sonic’s where Shadow has to just move, the Eclipse Cannon is almost ready and any delay could mean failure. I don’t think SA2 is an extremely well put together game, despite my nostalgia for it, but learning about this was a pleasant surprise

[devilmaywrite]

Hi anons, I hope you don't mind if I kinda combine these :)

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The hunt had been going alright, maybe a bit below average. Nero is the first to notice this, he figures. Lady and Vergil’s performance has been flawless as always, but Dante seems to be lacking today. Which is highly unlike him. Not that he’s not getting the job done, no, he just seems more careless than usual. He’s missing shots, letting himself get hit when he really shouldn’t be - something’s off. He’s not having any fun, it’s visible to anyone that looks in his direction for more than a few seconds.

The difference in his demeanor had been subtle prior to this. Nero knows Dante struggles with bouts of depression and self-image issues, he does as well. But it hasn't affected his performance until now; he often keeps such things to himself. Nero figures it's so he doesn't "burden" anyone else with his issues. And the fact that everyone is often so volatile towards him likely doesn't help either. Despite their differences, Nero can't help but to be concerned for his uncle.

The hunt comes to an end and Dante is the first to head to the van, which isn't uncommon. But there's no commentary from him, which is uncommon. Nero can sense the confusion from Lady and Vergil, but they don't say anything. Nero decides that he'll probably have to be the one to express any concerns. Nero breaks into a light jog to catch up to his uncle before they reach the van. Dante simply spares him a glance but says nothing.

"You doin' alright?" Nero asks in a low voice but he knows Dante can still hear him clearly.

Dante quirks an eyebrow at that before looking away and blowing a quick sigh. "Yeah, kid, don't worry about it."

Nero is silent for a moment, contemplating dropping the subject altogether. But once he senses the tension coming from Dante, he decides to push a bit.

"You sure? You were pretty reckless today, that's not like you."

Dante's obviously a bit irritated but keeps his cool. "Just an off day, Nero. We all have 'em."

Dante picks up his pace a bit, signaling to Nero that he's no longer interested in the conversation at hand.

"Well, yeah. But you don't seem to have those, often at least. And you've been real quiet."

Dante shakes his head, not bothering to hide his agitation. "Why do you care so much all of a sudden? The job's done isn't it?"

"Might be hard to believe. But we do care about you, old man."

Dante says nothing, clenching his jaw before he stops walking altogether. He turns to face his nephew, examining Nero's expression for a moment seemingly searching for sincerity. When he finds what he's looking for, he looks away, wiping a hand over his face.

"I just… haven't been feeling my best lately. You know how it is." Dante keeps his voice low so Lady and Vergil don't hear him, though his efforts are futile.

"I do, you just shouldn't have to bottle that shit up. We're here for you."

Dante's eyes widen for a second at that, before he averts his gaze altogether. "It's worked so far, hasn't it?"

Dante begins his stride again, hoping that was the end of the conversation. But Nero isn't so easily swayed.

"Has it? Because today showed me that you're dead wrong."

Dante pinches the bridge of his nose, stopping in his tracks once again. "Christ… since when the hell were you my therapist?"

Lady and Vergil are pretty much caught up now, walking slower than usual after catching wind of the conversation. Dante glances at the pair and then back at the ground.

"Drop it, kid."

He turns to leave again but Lady's voice stops him yet again.

"He's right, ya know? We care about you, Dante. As annoying as you can be."

Dante huffs a laugh at that. "You've always had a way with words, you know that?"

"She is… correct, Dante." Vergil is next to speak, albeit hesitantly.

"You sound like you're about to blow a gasket, Verg." Dante's voice is cracking, giving away the tears brimming in his eyes and the tightness in his throat.

He's quick to walk away this time, a sense of urgency in his stride. No way in hell was he going to cry in front of people. Especially over something like this. Showing how deep his emotions run isn't a part of himself that he's willing to show, especially after he's kept up the act for so long. He won't let the mask slip. He can't.

"You think I woulda stuck around this long if I didn't care, ya big dumbass?" Lady says, raising her voice slightly. "You think any of us would have?"

Deep down, Dante knows Lady has a point. Everyone could easily go their own way, hunt demons on their own, or go on and live normal lives. But he's not exactly surrounded by normal people. These people are his family, even the ones he's not related to. Lady and Trish have stuck around longer than anyone, he's always been able to rely on them despite their complaints. But he's never been able to shake the feeling of loneliness, even after meeting Nero or getting Vergil back. He doesn't deserve these people, he doesn't do enough for them. So he distances himself, it's easier that way. Keep everyone at arm's length so they can't see through you. Or so he thought.

Lady's standing right behind him now, Nero and Vergil aren't far either. Dante can't stand to face them so he stays facing towards the van. He wants to walk away but it feels as if his feet are cemented to the ground. He notices the tears silently falling down his cheeks and the ache in his chest has grown stronger. His breathing is quiet but erratic, his heaving shoulders giving away his quiet weeping.

"It's okay to cry, Dante. We're here for you."

"Devils don't cry, right?" Dante manages a weak chuckle.

Lady scoffs at that, Dante can feel her rolling her eyes at him. "Nero cries all the time, I saw him crying over anime or something the other day."

"Thanks, Lady."

"The point is that you can talk to us. We're here to listen, even Vergil."

Lady shoots the man a glare before he says, "I am. It's the least I owe you."

"See? Now turn around and tell us what's going on."

Dante sighs, willing himself to slowly turn towards them. He almost cries harder when he sees their expressions, not ones of pity like he was expecting, ones full of tenderness and a willingness to listen to what he has to say. But he takes a moment to steel himself.

"Hope you're ready for an ear full…"

[shinfuransan]

Surprise package from Japan!!! Thanks once again to Aitai☆Kuji for the flawless packaging and protection of the items.

The blind keychain turned out to be Mr. Poetry himself, V.

Everything is gorgeous! 🥰

Lookit Vergil's coat!! 💙

I actually couldn't help it and ordered the other keychain coats for V, Dante and Nero. The details are phenomenal!

And two more keychain blind packs to see if I get my boy........

[skullgirrl]

It's great that you write for reboot 🥰🥰 how about boys and Kat if you can when did they accidentally confess love?

Accidental Confession: DmC trio

How would they react if they confessed their feelings prematurely? ft. reboot Dante, Vergil and Kat (I did this one in the same format as my DMC5 accidental confessions, so there’s a section for both types of confession)

Dante:

If he confesses:

Aw fuck...

Realizes his mistake a few seconds too late. He can’t take it back now, no matter how much he wants to.

He didn’t mean to confess like this. He always thought it’d be in some large grandiose gesture. In reality, you two are just sitting on the roof of a building, overlooking Limbo on a quiet afternoon.

He doesn’t mind all that much though, it’s good to get these feelings off his chest. It’s nice. You two talk a while afterwards.

If you confess:

He’ll probably just laugh it off. He’s more embarrassed than you.

You’ll have a chance to just brush it off as a joke or forget it ever happened, he’ll believe you.

Maybe he doesn’t believe you so much as he just wants the whole ordeal to be forgotten about. He doesn’t know how to confront his own feelings, much less other people’s.

You’ll have to bring it up again later if you want him to take it seriously.

Vergil:

If he confesses:

Whoops lol that was embarrassing. *wipes your memory of ever meeting him*

jk jk but really he’d most likely tell you to disregard what he said. He doesn’t want to be a burden or hinder you with how he feels.

He’ll treat you differently afterwards. He’ll try to be more distant, but truth is he still loves you, deep down.

He thinks he’s good at burying his feelings but he’s not. You’ll have to be diligent to make him talk about it with you.

If you confess:

His stomach drops. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He likes you, he thinks you’re interesting, but he doesn’t want you falling for him.

Blames himself in a strange way. Maybe he was too close to you, maybe he was too nice, too involved. You’ll have to explain to him that feelings aren’t something to feel ashamed of, they’re a natural part of life.

He’ll try to be better about dealing with feelings, but he’ll still feel uneasy.

Kat:

If she confesses:

Gets too ahead of herself and ends up letting her feelings slip. She’ll try to backtrack and make sure she didn’t make you uncomfortable.

Other than that, she’s alright with it. She roll with it. By no means is it a flawless confession of how she feels, but it works nonetheless.

She’s relieved to get these feelings off her chest. 

She’ll be more comfortable and excitable around you afterwards.

If you confess:

She’ll laugh. Thinks it’s cute when you stumble over your words.

You two can talk about it. She’ll be willing to talk, she’ll encourage it. It’s better to talk about your feelings so you both feel more comfortable afterwards.

Pretty much the only one of the trio who actually knows how to address and deal with feelings. The hardest part for her is trying to open up to people and getting to trust them.

Thank you for requesting <3 I meant to do more requests today, but I ended up taking an accidental 3 hour nap :/

[rodeoxqueen]

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.

[sethrine-writes]

Daughter of a Devil, Ch. 24

Main Characters:  Father!Dante & Daughter!Reader

Words: 629

Warnings:  Dante being Dante

Story Summary:  Being a parent wasn’t easy, nor was there such thing as being perfect at it. Good news for Dante, seeing as how he doesn’t have the slightest idea in hell what to do with a child. Sometimes, he was certain that fighting off a horde of demons was a far better match than keeping up with his own daughter. Well, at least he wasn’t going down without a fight.

A/N:  More Vergil for ya!

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Chapter 24 - Sacrifice (1 yr.)

Those who looked upon the blue-clad devil wouldn't notice it right away. Hell, even if they had known the half-demon for several years, they still wouldn't be able to understand exactly what was going through his head as he looked down at the child held within his grasp.

Vergil, the stoic twin of the sons of Sparda, the powerful man still seeking more power from his deceased sire, was fascinated by this child, his niece.

He ruminated on the name given to you when you were born, the name your mother had decided upon, a trivial thing that seemed to suit you. Your hair was unmistakably that of the Sparda lineage, unnaturally silvery-white, much like he and Dante had possessed all their lives.

You were tiny, even for your age; your eyes, having not left him since he took you from Arkham, were too large for your pudgy little face, though your grip was strong. You were far too observant of him, however, too quiet, too aware of the things around you...

And it fascinated Vergil.

If it weren't for this one tie of blood between you and him, he would have nothing to do with such a weak individual, a weak child who couldn't even protect herself from the world around her. Yet here he was, staring you down as you were doing to him with the utmost reverence.

You held such a...strange interest to him.

How was it that he and Dante, born of the same blood, born only minutes apart and raised with the same care and within the same environment for the first part of their lives, come to live such different lives?

He strived for power; Dante strived to protect. He was obsessed with becoming stronger; Dante was obsessed with helping those weaker than himself. He was flawless in his plans, always staying several steps ahead and having a backup for minor losses; Dante always did things as he saw fit at that instant, coming in sword-swinging with cocky words flying out of his mouth.

There was only one thing they were both very familiar with, and that was sacrifice. Vergil was never afraid to sacrifice a few beings here and there to get to what he wanted most, so long as he got to his goal. That was how he sacrificed.

Dante, however, had a different way of going about things as he always did. His sacrifice came not from slaughtering and taking the lives of others, of gaining the upper hand and clawing his way to the top through whatever means necessary; his sacrifice came from risking his own life for the meek, for recklessly thinking for the now without thinking of consequence and dealing with what punishment was dealt to him later on.

"How foolish of him," Vergil thought aloud, watching as your eyes widened and blinked rapidly at his sudden words. "How foolish of your father, my brother, to risk himself, his power on those like you. Why does he do this? What purpose is there to protecting those weaker than him?"

You did not answer, nor did he expect an answer from a year-old child, though his speaking had quickly made a smile light up your face. It was as if his speech was the one thing you were looking for to open up and begin gurgling in your babble as you reached for the red stoned amulet around his neck. It was a familiar object in your eyes, after all, one you associated with your father even in your young age.

"Da'y? Da'y dana-egh!"

Vergil's eyes widened fractionally, barely a visible change in his appearance at the surprise of your babbling words.

Were you, a weak child, a child unable to live without aid, worth any sacrifice?

[queenmuzz]

Deep Blue Sea: Chapter XIII (Final Chapter!)

A Farewell Duet

Read the Full Story on Ao3 Here

The impact of the water didn’t hurt as much as you had feared it would, you thought.  Nor did the chilliness of the late spring seawater seem to bother you.  Possibly it was because of the way you had fallen, without bracing for impact.  Perhaps the remnants of the adrenaline coursing through your system that dulled the pain and cold.  Or maybe it was the bullet that ripped through your spine.

Oh, that’s right, you were dying.

You were strangely calm about the whole ordeal.  There was no thrashing, no panicking, just you slowly drifting, limp in the calm sea.  If you opened your eyes you probably could have seen the rays of the full moon flickering through the slightly cloudy water.  No doubt there would be a tinge of red from the blood  pouring out of your body, so you kept them shut, to maintain the illusion that you were just drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

You idly mused at your life.  You’d been blessed, you’d spent your adulthood studying the subject you’d adored since childhood, you had loved your friends, your teachers, and your family.  It had been a good life, and you hoped you felt you had lived it to the fullest.

Of course, you had regrets.  You wished you had broken off your engagement, that you hadn’t strung Fredrick along.  You wish you stood up to your father, your mother when they put their aspirations on you.  You wished you had taken Sarah’s advice and just grown a spine (and perhaps it wouldn’t be severed right now, you morbidly mused).

And Vergil….  Oh Vergil.  Strangely, you didn’t regret ever meeting him.  You didn’t even regret not even freeing him the moment you met him. Nor did you regret falling in love with him.

No, you thought to yourself as the now familiar feel of burning lungs became louder, more insistent. Your main regret is that you never told him your true feelings.  You should have been honest, should have told him how much you cared about him, how much you… you loved him.

And now thanks to your meekness, he was most likely watching you dying.  

"Come on bro, we need to get out of here!"

"Not yet, not without her!"

"She bought you your freedom!  I'm not going to lose you again!"

"And I am not going to lose her!"

“VERGIL!"

You felt the water pressure change and arms snake around your waist, before cautiously hovering over your wound.

"It is not healing....why is it not healing?"

You wanted to answer him, to tell him that wounds like this usually lead to death, that you would have done it again and again, a million times to set him free.

You wanted to tell him you had lived, and were ready to die with no regrets.  

You wanted to tell him how much you loved him....

But alas, fate was cruel, and in your watery tomb, you could say nothing.  You couldn't bear to open your eyes to see the pain you were inflicting on him.

Gently, you felt your cheeks being held by webbed hands, and you were surprised by the warmth.

"Please...don't leave me."

And then.... a sensation on your lips.  Your oxygen deprived mind thought he was attempting to give you mouth to mouth, in a futile attempt to save you.... until you realized.

Vergil was kissing you.

It was soft, gentle, and as his hands dropped down to hold you, you could feel the faint trembles in his otherwise strong limbs.  He tasted of sea salt, of ocean air, fresh and renewing, and you felt like you could will this moment to never end.  

And then, your arms, fueled  by a sudden surge of energy, gripped his waist, pressing your body around him to embrace him, to never let him go.

And as you did so, you felt a warmth fill your limbs, tingles of electricity racing from your fingertips to your arms, your chest and down  your legs, to the tips of your toes.  You had never felt so vibrant, so...alive.  Is this what it was to truly be in love?  Your senses felt expanded, like you could hear the shiftings of the tectonic plates, the pulse in your heart, the crashing of waves on distant shores.

Ironic, you thought, to feel so alive when on the cusp of death.  To be in the arms of the man you treasured most above everything, only for him to lose you.

You felt his hands cup your face again  with angelic softness, and yet you could feel every ridge on those fingertips.  You swore you felt a slightly raised scar on the palm of his hand, one that healed over so many months ago.

"Open your eyes, Sifa."

You opened them and gasped.  Despite the darkness of the night, you could see everything for what seemed like miles, swelling surface above to the churned up mud of the sea bed below. But nothing mattered compared to the man in front of you.  He looked ethereal, and was so beautiful now that he was truly back where he belonged.  He smiled at you, soft and gentle, and it took your breath away.

Wait… your breath?

Your lungs had stopped burning from lack of air.  And really, the pain in your stomach from your wounds had completely vanished, as if it had never happened. You looked down, your hands cautiously creeping down your torso, expecting to come into contact with your own innards, but there was nothing, save for a blood soaked hole in your shirt.  Underneath was unblemished skin.

And below that, where your legs ought to be….were scales.  Pure white scales, with what was a mottling of sea green here and there, shiny and flawless, glittering like a scattering of polished jade.  And at the end, white tail fins, translucent like a bridal veil.

"What...what happened?"   You thought, but it came out in a voice in your head, almost like Vergil’s.

You could feel Vergil’s soft chuckle reverberating through you, “ Did I not tell you once that bonding with a merfolk had inexplicable powers?"  You felt his tail snake around yours, as he pulled you in for another kiss, this time with more passion, and you slung your arms around his shoulders.  He twirled you around endlessly as you both nuzzled each other.  You’d cry out of happiness right now, but the tears wouldn’t, or couldn’t flow.  A small price to pay for such bliss.

"I have longed for this day for what seemed like forever," Vergil spoke.  " I was brave enough to face the humiliation of captivity, and yet I could not confess my love to you, mira Sifa, except in half truths and deceptions.  Tonight, I have learned the folly of such things….I almost lost you."   He held you close in trembling arms, and you had never felt so safe, so free.

'I.. I feared'  he hesitated, 'that in order to save you, I would rob you of your choice…" To which you laughed and kissed his nose.  

“I’m here, Vergil, and I want to be here.  There is nowhere on earth or sea I would rather be, than at your side."

"Hey you two  angelfish!"  A voice rang out, drawing out an annoyed huff out of Vergil. I think it’s time we make like a shoal, and migrate out of here. Dante swam circles around you two, and made some sort of clicking at you that sounded kinda like a catcall.  " Lookin’ good, mudskipper!"  He smirked at his brother, "Verg, you certainly have mom’s way of reeling in a human…."

"Of course you would have to ruin a private moment."  Vergil gruffed, and you giggled bashfully.  You gave him a peck on the cheek, which was enough to diffuse the sour look on his face, and he pulled you in for another passionate kiss.

He sighed as he pulled away. "As much as I hate to admit it… He does have a point, we must make haste.  No doubt your actions will draw the attention of more humans-"

And then you heard the strangest sound, like a crumpling of metal, and then a resounding sound of thunder as something heavy crashed through the surface.  You gave an involuntary shriek, as both Dante and Vergil manifested their weapons, Vergil whipping you behind him as the large object slowed down, but continued to sink past the three of you.  As it passed, you recognized it as its lights flickered, then shut off.

“My car…”  

“Was your father attempting to kill us?” Vergil asked, obviously alarmed.

You looked up at the surface.  With your new enhanced senses, you could see much further, but looking through the surface in the middle of the night was beyond your abilities.  Still, you knew that it hadn’t been an assassination attempt.

“No, I think he’s trying to make it look like  I drove off the bridge… to make it look like an accident.” You clung to Vergil, conflicted if you should surface, to tell your father that despite what he had done, he was stil- no… no he didn’t deserve it.  You chose your path, and you would walk it, or swim it, to be more accurate.  Your old life was to be left behind, this was your new future, with the man you truly loved. “Let’s go,” you murmured as you held Vergil close.  “I’m ready to explore a whole new world, with you at my side…”

And with his hand gently guiding you to start swimming in a steady rhythm.  (It felt strange not having the legs to kick), the three of you began to swim into the deep depths, into a world that excited you to no end.

****

Sarah leaned back in the cool summer darkness, her sandaled feet resting on the sand, the rest of her laying on a quilted blanket.  She was all alone on the beach, with only the distant crash of the waves on the sand audible from quite a distance away, even over the sound of the portable radio.

"In business news," the radio announcer reported, "Shares for fishing giant Mundus Incorporated are nearly down fifty percent after reaching a record high of $79.15 a share three months ago.  Investigations into alleged attacks of terrorism have been started, with two of their flagships, Shadow, and Nevan being reported as being capsized in what sources say are planned attacks.  Authorities have been investigating to see if said attacks are related to the sinking of the Phantom that happened over a year ago.  Thankfully, no casualties have been reported, but the toll on the company has been devastating.  In tonight's business panel, we'll be bringing in some experts to discuss whether Mundus is suffering a run of bad luck, or...something more sinister.  We attempted to reach out to the Founder of Mundus, but we received  a reply from his lawyer, requesting privacy for him and his family, as they deal with the loss of th-"

Sarah abruptly switched the channel to a station playing something a bit more upbeat.  

Three months, that's how long it had been since the accident that had claimed her best friend’s life.  Sarah still hadn't fully processed the revelation that one morning, two weeks before she was going to be the maid-of-honour in what was about to be the social event of the summer, she received a phone call from Doc's mother. One of the smartest, kindest, most empathetic people she had ever met had driven off the railing of the suspension bridge that Sarah could see glittering over in the distance.  The police had deemed it an accident, caused by a freak blowout of a tire.  There had been rumours that alcohol had been involved, but Sarah dismissed them outright.  Doc was far too responsible to ever drive under the influence, but there was that niggling worry that her body had never been recovered, only her car, sunk into the bottom of the bay.

And while it hurt to lose her, Sarah knew her pain couldn't compare to what her friend's fiance and father were feeling.

Fredrick had come home, after nearly a year away, shaken and sobbing.  When she had seen him at the memorial, the grief and guilt was obviously apparent on his face.

"I should have come home sooner, I shouldn't have left her alone all this time..." he'd confessed, and Sarah felt sympathy for him.  He was a good man, and perhaps he and Doc would have made a good married couple, given enough time.  She recalled the last phone call she had with her friend, a week before her death.

"Are you excited?  Just a couple of more weeks to go!"

"Yeah," she seemed tired, and a bit out of it, but with all the last minute preparations going on, that was to be expected. "I just have one more plan I have to put into motion, and I'll be ready."

"Oh?  Spill the beans!"

"Sorry, Sarah.  This is something of a personal nature.  Maybe later, when all is said and done, I'll let you in on the secret."

And now she would never find out.  

If Fredrick was devastated, Doc's father was destroyed.  He'd moved among the guests like a shambling corpse, pale and almost lifeless.  He'd not even been able to deliver a short eulogy for his daughter, and had to be prompted to just greet the guests.  To be fair, he'd just lost the light of his life, the one thing he'd treasured over anything in his life.  The man was a bit controlling over his child’s choices, that was true, but there was no doubt that he loved his daughter, and that her death had killed something in him.

Sarah looked at two large bottles of sparkling wine that were embedded in the sand.  One was unopened, and the other was half empty.  They'd been intended to be a wedding gift for the lovely couple, but Sarah hadn't felt it was proper to give them out, so they'd stayed there in her cupboard for the past three months, waiting for a special occasion.

Her best friend's birthday seemed to be the moment Sarah was waiting for.  Ordinarily, she'd have gone to the cemetery, and poured one out for her friend, but it felt like an empty gesture, especially since the grave was unoccupied.  So, it seemed fitting to take the offering to the one thing her best friend loved the most: The ocean.  

“And now for our Midnight Good News!” the chipper voice of the DJ exclaimed as the music ended. “We at 94.3 always like to end your day with a spot of goodness, to remind you that despite what the Newscasts say, there’s a big wide world of happy endings.  So tonight we bring you the heartwarming story of the crew of the Deep-Water Sub MINO, ‘Marine Investigative Nautical Observatory, and its sister sub, the TAURUS ‘Trawling Armoured Underwater Reef Unassisted Submarine’.  For six terrifying hours, the crew of four scientists were stranded 13 thousand feet underwater, their engines stalled by a plume of superhot volcanic water that erupted unexpectedly.  Just when it seemed that oxygen was running out, the engines seemed to come back online, and they floated back to the surface in a record one and a half hours.  What’s even more amazing, when their engines were subsequently checked, it appeared they’d been rendered nonfunctional since about the original eruption, the hot water had deposited a rock hard crust on the propellers, rendering them useless.  Chief Engineer  Dr. Nicoletta Goldstein theorizes that they got lucky, and floated by a larger, but more gentle eruption of hot water that floated the subs to safety, but as there seemed to be quite a lot of damage to the measuring tools, so it’s just a wacky guess at the moment.  We’ll have the Doctor on tomorrow  morning’s show, sharing her extraordinary adventure.   That’s it for tonight!  From all of us at 94.3, we want to wish a happy ending to your day.

Sarah chuckled, her friend would have definitely loved that story.  Adventure in the deep sea was right up her alley , she thought as she turned off the radio, and took yet another swig of the bottle.   It was now midnight, and it was time.

On unsteady feet, she slowly got off the blanket, and made her way across the silk soft sands toward the shoreline.  On the horizon, the city's lights twinkled, reflecting off the gently swelling water, creating another skyscape of stars.  It was the start of a new day, and aside from the painful memories, it was shaping up to be a wonderful one.

Despite the summer heat, the water was chilly as she walked into it, until the waves reached her knees.

Pulling off the foil, and using her swiss army knife, she yanked  out the cork and after the initial stream of gas poured out, she paused, raised the bottle, and took a deep breath.

"Happy Birthday, Doc."

And with reverent steadiness, she poured the bubbling contents into the water, where sweet mixed with salty, where the fruit of the vine mixed with the blood of the earth, where an invention of man mixed with something that had been there since nearly the dawn of time.  And as she did so, she sent a silent prayer to her friend's spirit, hoping that the wind and the waves would transport her message.

With her little ritual complete, she walked back to the blanket she, where she would sleep off her hangover.  She might have not been as attuned to the ocean as her friend, but the gentle swell of waves had always helped her fall asleep.

One final swig of her bottle, and Sarah rested her head on a rolled up sweatshirt, and watched the stars.

Strange, there must be a party nearby or something, because above the gentle sound of wind and waves, she could hear an enchanting song coming through.  She couldn't make out the words...perhaps opera?

Isil shem’ore

Isil lin’ore

Mira pharar, mira ofar, mira kanar,

D’rashana karif’ore

Isil dilshonin sa oplalim

Sa kintal o sa polim

Sa racarto shipal o sa whelik

Nekalin parand’ore fa pishim

Ah, mira sifa, mira sifa

Winik fa pishim lin’more.

And then the song repeated, but this time another voice rang out, sweet as the wine she had just drank.  This time, she could make out the words, layering as the man's voice finished a line.

Isil shem’ore

To you I sing

Isil lin’ore

To you I give

Mira pharar, mira ofar, mira kanar,

My blade, my love, my soul,

D’rashana karif’ore

To bind myself to you

Isil dilshonin sa oplalim

I would traverse the briny depths

Sa kintal o sa polim

Brave the ice of the north,

Sa racarto shipal o sa whelik

The blistering Sun of the South

Nekalin parand’ore fa pishim

Anything to win your heart

Ah, mira sifa, mira sifa

Ah, My Beloved, My Beloved

Winik fa pishim lin’more.

Will you give your heart to me?

Strange, Sarah thought as she drifted off into sleep, the second voice sounded so like her best friend....perhaps it was the alcohol, but it was comforting to think that her friend was still out there, with her own happy ending.

[scalproie]

u already know... vergil

First impression: oh👀 hes... kinda cool👀

Impression now: So I've been stuck on this part for a while. I asked myself: what do I say here? Do I write an entire essay that go in extreme details over what, how, and why I like this character so much? Do I try to explain why he's literally been a constant presence in the back of my mind for what is soon to be 5 years without sounding insane? Do I just write [UNINTELLIGIBLE] or put a funny gif or a picture of his face with a lot of blue hearts💙 and call it a day? Idk man, but I can at least safely say this: Vergil is my absolute favorite character of all time.

Favorite moment: easy answer is everytime hes on screen💙 but for real. really. seriously. If I HAVE to choose one (1) moment. with the way I'm literally ALWAYS biting on my knuckle irl when Im seeing that scene. the slow reveal. the entire game worth of anticipation. his silhouette. him slowly turning. him having the most confused face known to man. "The Alpha And The Omega". fucking hell man. actual goddamn shivers.

Idea for a story: YALL KNOW ABOUT BAMBI 2 AU LOL. most of what I want has been covered in "Rebirth" anyway. And Im doing so many AUs with this man and his family. Have to work on that star wars idea with Vader Angelo. I also have a few ideas for an AU where the Mundus attack didnt happened and dante and vergil are just. some dudes in Redgrave.

Unpopular opinion: I already voiced them before but I cant invent another one out of nothing so: I dont see him and V (and Urizen for that matter) as separate characters and I dont particularly care about his relationship with nero's mom/lady in red.

Favorite relationship: NERO NERO WITH NERO theres so much potential there!!! I KNOW I dont have to look very far for this content to find it BUT. I genuinely think this is THE most interesting dynamic we can get in future content. I am EXTREMELY sensible for stories between father & son characters that are fully fleshed out on their own. AND I FEEL THIS WAY EVEN MORE BECAUSE OF THE RECENT VoV LIKE... AFTER A LIFETIME OF BEING LOST TO IT, IT WAS THE SON WHO SAVED HIS FATHER FROM DESPAIR...

Favorite headcanon: this man doesnt need to eat or sleep :) also librarian vergil my beloved💙

[synchronmurmurs]

Excaliburn Inspoooo

Hey remember when I said I was going to make a post about the (then) newly introduced Excaliburn? And then I didn’t? 🤣🤣 Well here we are now sldkfj.  But before I start rambling away like the embarrassing ultra dreadnought turbo nerd that I am, if you haven’t read Pact 15 yet, please do, because that’s where this concept gets introduced!

So I’ve had this idea as a weapon for... I want to say over a year?!??! It’s something that I’ve always wanted to incorporate into a character for so long, and now I get to do it, and in a way that makes sense to boot. Everything is coming up Synchron. 😭😭

So the base weapon is, as Minion already guessed, inspired by the Beast Cutter from Bloodborne!

Skip to 50 seconds to see where it really shines. Excaliburn is functionally exactly the same as the Beast Cutter. Same brutality in the swings, same impact, same slow, heavy sweeps. Oddly enough, it’s the sounds of the weapon that are the main focus, and are what absolutely make this weapon tbh - those heavy clunks of solid iron slamming into things ugghhgHGGHHHHGghhg 😩👌 There is no longer any Exceed function on Excaliburn, the vents exist to funnel excess heat during cooldown. The brake mechanic is now what transforms it into its whip form, fuel is dispersed down the segments via the mesh between the blades, and the ensuing sparks created from the blades separating lights that binch right up. 🔥🔥

(Commissioned from the lovely @vendixnosferatu​!!!! This is the other half of my commission from them, and please look at the incredible texture work on this, the painting, the LOVE AND EFFORT AND HARD WORK I’M GONNA CRY 😭😭)

Since Caliburn was used as the base though, it isn’t all that much larger than what it used to be. Still definitely not on par with Red Queen, but definitely larger, hence why Vergil made mention of Severe Muscle Strain; waving this thing around is no joke. Nero might have the raw explosive power, but we got range, a brutal swing, and a flawless cutting edge thanks to the stray shard of the Yamato. 😌👉👈

There’s also one more part to Excaliburn that’ll sort of like.. complete the whole weapon, but I’ll hang onto that until The Time Has Come to explore it in Pact. 😤😤