#This one will somewhat help with the DMC one I have saved
Text
Nico Character Report – Ryunosuke Fischer
This learned lookin' man here's name is Ryunosuke Fischer. He introduces himself as Fischer and that's what we're gonna do here cuz fuck typin' out all that. Don't let his professional appearance fool you, he may be an amicus curiae by day, but by night, he's a bonafide demon hunter! A damn good one at that, he's been doin' this for 20 and more years! You wouldn't expect it from him with that pretty face of his.
Like Trish, he's Dante's partner in the business. What would that be called? Amicus diaboli? Amicus venatoris?Regardless, he's been there since the beginning of it all and his skills prove it. But uh...don't tell him, this, but that blood thing he's got goin' on? Kinda gives me the creeps, bein' able to control his blood like that. He swears up and down he's human, but I dunno if I want to believe that one. And even his blood seems to be sentient! It can't talk or nothin, but I swear it mocks me whenever it just turns into somethin' I could just easily whip up. The little shit. Creepy or not, though, I really wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that rapier of his.
Despite his skills at being a zippy little thing, that demon king still rocked his world. Just what in the world CAN beat that thing?
Nico Character Report – Devil Knight Fischer
Now this is a form that can whip even the biggest and baddest of demons into shape! It's like his blood crystallizes into armor or somethin', not just turning into weapons! He's even got horns to intimidate those little bastards further. Gotta admit, I'm a little jealous he can just whip that out willy nilly. Or at least when he starts gettin' his shit kicked in. You could say he pulls this trick out of his briefcase when the goin' gets tough and I do not blame him. It looks like he hits harder in this mode to boot—AND I REITERATE: I do not want to be on the receiving end of that rapier of his when he gets this serious.
Now, the drawback of this fancy suit of crystallized armor is the fact: this is his damn blood! He can't keep this form up for long or consistently or else he drops like a fly immediately after! And yet here he is, just usin' it willy nilly like it's no big thang and he acts surprised when he drops to the floor once he's all done. I don't know how Dante deals with it, but Lady sure seems to give him an earful whenever he recovers. And I know just how heated she can get. Honestly, you'd think he'd be okay with being en banc when he gets beat up, but here he is, just using his blood as armor like he's some kinda knight...hold on.
Nico Character Report – Azazel
So this is what's goin' on with Fischer's blood! This little number is called 'Azazel', apparently He was a demon used by the cult Vetus Sanguis as a way to rid themselves of their sins. Pretty much, He and a host were scapegoats just because of some superstition. And that host happened to be Fischer. Now, I don't know how either of them escaped that cult, I've never even heard of them...But they've got friends in Nero and I. Hell, I bet even Kyrie would befriend the thing.
From what I understand, Fischer and Azazel weren't very close and more or less thought of one another as a means to an end at first. But the way he just talks to himself sometimes nowadays, that's friendship. They learned to like each other despite both just being a habeas corpus to their asshole cult and boy does it show in how they fight. Acquaintances wouldn't be able to work as insync as those two do. Hell, Nero won't even treat my babies as good as these two treat one another! He should learn a thing or two from them.
Despite their clear symbiotic relationship, it appears Azazel still takes too much fill of Fischer's blood, leaving him with chronic anemia. I'm sure the thing would cut back if He understood how much of a drain he was on him, but I guess there's nothing better than some fresh blood for a demon to chew on. He can't even speak or convey complete thoughts, so it's not like any of us could tell Him he's being a little bitch. They've both survived for this long, though, so they must be doing somethin' right.
#Devil May Cry#DMCV#OC#Nico Character Report#Queue#I want to start posting some old oneshots I got saved#This one will somewhat help with the DMC one I have saved#And just as a note I do use this OC a lot recently#He's a lot of fun and very versatile so he's gonna show up a lot
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fathers Do Cry (DMC Vergil one shot)
Summary: Vergil remembers his last Father's Day with Sparda and doesn't really realise how similar to him he has become.
Tags: Father's Day special / DADGIL! / Vergil acting like a dad to Nero
Author’s note: I woke up this morning suddenly inspired. Doesn't happen very often so enjoy ;) ps: I just love Dadgil!
***
His big blue eyes staring without blinking, the child was observing his father sitting by the fireplace in the parlour. Full of admiration, he was detailing all the features of his serious face, all the details of his confident posture and all the different luxurious fabrics that made his purple finery and as he did, he repeated to himself, wished, prayed, that someday, one day, he would grow up to be just like him.
“Aren’t you going to speak, Vergil?” The father’s powerful voice asked as he finally acknowledged the boy’s presence with a small amused smile, wondering what brilliant thoughts were occupying his eldest son’s sharp mind this time.
“I made this for you, father.” With a solemnity that didn’t suit a five-years-old but that somehow fitted Vergil’s young yet wise spirit and his will to be perfect son in the eyes of Sparda, the boy handed a paper sheet to his father.
“ And what would that be?” The man said as he took his son’s gift. “It’s father’s day so … I made you a poem… or tried to.” The adorable embarrassment tensing the child’s traits in funny grimaces made the father's smile wider but Vergil, suddenly too preoccupied with the blue paint stuck under his fingernails, didn’t notice it as he didn’t notice the paternal pride and the love shining in his eyes.
“I thought your mother wanted you and your brother to make a gift together this year.”
“ You know Dante” Vergil sighed. “He has no artistic talent whatsoever. He wanted to make you a wooden sword to play with us.”
“ That’s actually a very good idea.” Vergil frowned; suddenly worried that Sparda would not like his gift and preferred Dante’s – if he had made one of course. “Except when the sword looks like two twigs glued together. You should have seen this, father. It looked ri.di.cu.lous.” Sparda laughed at his son’s attitude, finding amusement in this sibling rivalry. “Why don’t you read me your poem then?”
“ I learnt it by heart actually. The paper is for you to remember this day by … and also because I wanted to illustrate it. Look.” Vergil approached his father, seized the poem from his big hands and climbed on his lap to show him the delicate aquarelle he had painted around the lines. “Impressive. Did your mother help you with this?” Vergil shook his head. “No, I did it on my own. I used a book I saw in that old man’s house I often go to as a reference.”
“ The old academic that lives down the hill? I thought you found him boring.” Vergil shook his head again, furiously this time and with a serious frown. “That’s Dante. Me, I really like him. He teaches me a lot of things. And he has lots of books. It’s incredible.”
Sparda ruffled his son’s silver hair whose hairdo was always made in order to somehow mimic his, thinking what a promising young boy Vergil was. Maybe more promising than Dante to be honest – though he knew he shouldn’t think that.
But there was something that Vergil had that Dante lacked. Perhaps rationality beyond his age … or some kind of maturity … wisdom maybe? He couldn’t really pinpoint what it was exactly. All he knew is that it was something unique and special, just like his son, something that made Sparda certain that one day his eldest would grow up to be a great man, a man greater than him, a man worthy of the Yamato and capable of handling its burdening power.
“Can I recite my poem now?” Sparda smiled at the sparkle in Vergil’s eyes. “Sure.” The boy quickly took back his previous position in front his father, cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back and stuck out his chest.
Sparda listened to every word, fascinated and amazed by his little one’s talent and profoundly moved by all the love, all the meticulousness and the time he put in each line and in each word. “Oh Vergil. The world is not yet ready for someone like you.” The father said as he let a tear roll down his cheek.
“Why are you crying, father?” Vergil worried.
“Because fathers cry, my son.”
That day was the last time Vergil truly celebrated Father’s day for a few weeks later he had no father, no one to make poems to, no one to admire by the fireplace. Just a memory that he feared would sooner or later fade but that he would cling to dearly for as long as he could.
“Why don’t we bring flowers to Daddy’s statue in the park today?” Eva asked when Vergil was six, when Vergil was seven, when Vergil was eight only to be welcome by a heavy silence that was no longer hiding brilliant thoughts but a painful sadness. But each time he did as Eva suggested, maybe more for her than for him, maybe because he still loved and admired Sparda even if he had left him, maybe because he thought that his father might see him and smile from wherever he was now, the same way he had smiled when he had read him his poem on his last father’s day.
And that’s certainly why, more than three decades later, he was back in this park, on this very special day with a bouquet of purple peonies he had bought on his way here and a memory that never faded. A memory he could still recite.
"Whether the sun shines or the sky cries,
Whether the day breaks or the night wakes,
My father always as a rampart stands
Protecting my house with his bare hands.
He is strong, he is brave
And the day he always saves.
A knight in cockroach armor
To scare my terror away."
Vergil scoffed at the lines, at the way they rolled off his tongue, finding them funny and childish and not worthy of a Blake or a Fielding at all unlike what he thought when he wrote them as a child. The over-confidence of youth probably.
“Did you just come up with that?” Vergil turned around to see Nero walking towards him with a smirk. A surprise but not a bad one. “Cause the rhyming sucks a little. I expected more of you.”
“ And I suppose you’re an expert in poetry now?”
“ I may read have read one of your books.” He said as he tapped the pocket of his marine blue coat hiding Vergil's most sacred book with pride. “You still have it I see.”
“Hey! It’s a real page turner! Can’t get my nose out of it.” Vergil had a crooked smile, understanding perfectly what his son meant.
Son? Even a year after this reveal he still couldn’t believe this boy before him, the one he had lived such a terrifying yet incredible adventure with, was his own flesh and blood.
A sigh almost escaped Vergil’s lips. How did he make such a fine young man? Someone so selfless, so generous, so loving when he was nothing like that.
“ What are you doing here, Nero?” He asked, trying not to think more about this.
“ Well it’s father’s day, no? So … I made you something… or tried to.” The embarrassed grimace Nero suddenly made made Vergil’s smile grew larger but Nero, too worried to keep the gift covered with the pieces of newspapers he had taped together, didn’t see it as he didn’t see the paternal pride and the love shining in his father’s blue eyes. The same paternal pride Sparda had displayed when Vergil was a little child with a small paper in his hands.
“Thank you Nero.” The man said as he gently took the present from his son's hands, wondering what it was even though the long shape didn’t leave much place for imagination.
He cautiously unwrapped the thing, already feeling a happiness he hadn’t felt in years warming his heart. And when he saw a katana-like wooden sword that purposely looked like Yamato he couldn’t help but smile and let a tiny drop of water blur his blue eyes. “It was Dante’s idea. Though he might have suggested gluing two sticks together.” Nero said as he scratched his head.
“It looks amazing.” Vergil’s honesty was like a knife in Nero’s chest but in a good way. It was as if all the stress and all the stupid fear he had felt while making this toy sword had been stabbed away. He felt relieved, joyful even that his always so stern father was genuinely grateful and seemed to appreciate his gift. “That way, you won’t have to tear my arm apart again cause look, you have two now.” Nero tried to joke but his words just erased the smile on Vergil’s face.
“There is not a single day I don't regret what I did to you.” This was Vergil’s way to say he was sorry. Nero was certain of it. He didn’t need to know his father that well to know it. After all, he was somewhat the same. “Hey, it’s in the past. Plus it grew back, so no harm done.” He winked, trying to ease the atmosphere with a bad pun worthy of Dante even though there was a time he would have ripped Vergil’s chest open for what he had done. And a part of him knew he would never forget and maybe never fully forgive what happened.
But right now he was just happy to have a family, to have a father and to finally be able to celebrate a day he has so long hated.
“ This world doesn’t deserve you, son.” Vergil solemnly declared. He had never called Nero that way and that name felt strange yet beautiful to both of them. It made the son and the father smile in ways they never thought they would smile at each other.
“ Damn, are you crying old man? I thought devils never cry.” Nero suddenly harrumphed when he finally noticed the water growing in his father's eyes.
“ Well, fathers do cry." Vergil declared as he allowed a tear of joy and pride to fall along his pale cheek. The first in a very very long time but one he will never regret or brush away. "Father do cry.” He repeated with a glance at the statue of his father behind him.
#vergil#devil may cry#devil may cry one shot#dmc one shot#vergil one shot#nero#sparda#fanfiction#dadgil
165 notes
·
View notes
Note
Lottie write a scars post challenge
re: this post / @lighthouseborn because hannah is a glutton for punishment apparently sdfksdfs ily
so i’ve written a lot about Jack’s scars over the nearly seven years i’ve been here, but not so much on the new blog ( i say new as if it’s not already a year old lmao ), so i’m gonna try and consolidate as much info as possible from old posts and my own notes into this post and make this my go-to scars meta, particularly as my headcanons on how he got a few of them have changed as my portrayal has grown and developed on this blog. i’m also only going to focus on Jack’s major scars ( so effectively the ones that appear in that gifset along with a couple of others ), because he has a lot and some of the ones he got as a younger man ( i’m thinking of the ones he sustains during TPOF ) would have mostly faded by the time we get to movie-era Jack ( plus i would be here all day if i was to talk about all of them lmao and not all of them have thematic significance to his character anyway )
the eyebrow scar
so starting at the beginning, Jack has a mark extending through his right eyebrow. it’s quite difficult to see at times because of his bandana ( it really kinda depends on the scene as to whether Jack’s bandana is high enough above his eyebrow for it to be visible, and when he has his hat on it’s even more difficult to spot ). while there are all sorts of ways in which he could have sustained that, i tie this specifically to the abuse Jack suffered as a child -- most notably from his grandmother, who he was forced to live with for a couple of years following his mother’s death. they’re kids books, believe it or not, but there is mention in the young Jack Sparrow series as well as the Legends of the Brethren Court series of Jack having lot of difficult memories associated with his grandmother, from her locking him in a brig because another family member had a premonition that Jack would set fire to her ship ( he was eight years old at the time ), to having nightmares about her red tooth, to casually mentioning how she would attack and throw things at him.
with mine and @thecodekeeper’s headcanons trying to stitch all of this together into an upbringing that makes sense for Jack, i find it difficult to believe that he would have gotten out of that situation without any marks to speak of, so he sustained it from her throwing something at him. the sad part is that Jack has blocked out a lot of those memories because of how unhappy he was, so he can’t recall precisely what she threw, only that she threw something and was inches away from blinding him in one eye.
burns on his left arm
the lightning burns that twist around his left arm actually have a canon explanation, and that’s from when he was trapped inside of his cabin on the Wicked Wench after it was set alight by Beckett ( he did climb on board while it was burning, so it is partially his fault but y’know lmao ). in Jack’s desperate attempts to save all his worldly goods, which he kept in a chest in his cabin, he was jolted up against the door and the flames from the weatherdeck leapt through and set his shirt sleeve on fire. Jack uses his right hand to try and stamp the flames out, which also happens to be not just his dominant hand, but the palm he covers up with a leather guard throughout all the movies, so therefore i imagine he has burns there too. the guard likely started as a way to stop him from aggravating the burns as they healed, and then after years passed it just stuck as an accessory and he continued wearing it. even though Jack is somewhat ambidextrous in that he can wield a sword in both hands and aim a pistol effectively in his left despite his right being his dominant, his left arm is his significantly weaker one and he does have lingering numbness in it from time to time.
the brand
we all know how Jack got the brand. i go into a lot more detail about the emotional and psychological effects of being branded in this meta here, but physically-speaking it’s something that causes him discomfort for years afterwards --- in DMC all it takes is for Elizabeth and Gibbs to mention Beckett for Jack to reach for his brand, so while it eventually stops causing him constant pain, the memory of having it inflicted on him and of those involved persists, and it’s probably the scar that bothers him most for the psychological reasons i detail in the other meta above. he has the most complicated relationship with his brand as opposed to the others, and i imagine that is because it is the only one that was deliberately inflicted on him with the intent to leave a mark
scar on his left palm
i don’t have much to say about this one except that, since Jack has to use his blood to help break the Aztec curse ( because he stole a piece of the treasure while fighting Barbossa ), he slices his left palm right before throwing his piece to Will. this is a matching scar that he has with Will and Elizabeth and idk i just like the symbolic significance of the trio having gained the same scar through a shared experience.
powder burns on the right-hand side of his chest
one day i’ll actually be able to tell you precisely what happened here, step by step, and how Jack got shot and who by and the circumstances around it, but it’s the one scar I’ve always kept vague -- i think because it’s the one i want to best demonstrate the point of that deleted scene with Elizabeth: that the truth of Jack’s life as a pirate does not live up to the stories. Jack will tell the story of how he got shot and make it sound daring and dramatic, but i don’t think the truth of it is nearly as exciting or worthy of the legend that surrounds him. i’ve debated the idea that he was shot by an angry husband ( based on a snippet of dialogue that was cut from AWE between Jack and Gibbs ), and i think that’s the closest to the truth that Jack will let me get to exactly what happened
but i can tell you a few other things i know about it for sure. he was shot twice in quick succession, given that both powder burns appear similar to one another and, while it’s his right-hand side of his chest which gives a decent enough distance from his heart ( so it wouldn’t have been fatal by 18th century standards ), it is still in a dangerous enough place that he would have needed medical attention immediately considering the limitations of the era. that’s where Jack’s ship surgeon comes in ( @valorsworn ), because John Watson is a canon part of this franchise idk what you mean when you say he isn’t. anyway it’s my canon that John’s actions saved Jack’s life, but it would have also led to a lengthy recovery period ( you don’t just recover from two gunshot wounds to your chest overnight, particularly not in a century where the risk of infection is arguably even more dangerous than the actual wounds themselves ). so we’re talking weeks of recovery and then probably weeks of rehabilitation as Jack gets his strength back to where it was before he’d gotten shot, and I’d say that this is easily the worst injury he’s probably ever suffered.
#lighthouseborn#&. don’t ever insult captain jack sparrow in front of me ( ooc. )#&. depths few had ever begun to glimpse ( meta tag. )#child abuse tw#here it is here's the manifesto#but honestly i think the best thing about this and jack for me#is that i don't get to invent these scars as purely headcanon#they're /right/ there in the text of the films. most in a deleted scene admittedly but the brand definitely isn't#and the brand is integral to the entire trilogy since they tie it in with beckett in dmc and awe#a lot of butchering was done to jack's character in the later potc instalments but at least they gave him this#and here i am to flesh it all out like the jack sparrow fanatic that i am
27 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sparda Family Bonding Time Series - Part 4
Series Description: It’s family bonding time! Sparda family style! A series of short stories revolving around platonic familial relationships between the members of the DMC crew. Warning: Lots of fluff and bonding ahead.
One Shot
Title: Through Thick and Thin
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Timeline: Post DMC5
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2622
Read on Ao3
Summary: “You’ve been around through all my shit and you’re still here. Good friends are a rare thing in our line of work, so maybe it’s not really saying much, but still…you’re the best friend I’ve got.”
Notes: Always thought that if Dante considered anyone to be his best friend, it would probably be Lady.
She saw him look up from his magazine the second she stepped inside the office. He was seated at his desk, feet propped up on the sturdy wooden surface reading a magazine as if he’d never even been gone. There was a brief moment where he looked hopeful; probably thinking she might be a client so he could start making some money after being gone for so long, but when her dual colored gaze met his ice blue one, he gave her a wry grin.
One day. Dante and Vergil hadn’t been back from the underworld for one day and she’d managed to find out about it and was already paying him a visit. Lady admitted to herself that she had been a little worried about him, so she was glad he was finally home and, from the looks of it, unhurt. She could only imagine what it was like spending so much time in the underworld; especially when you’re hated by devils like he was.
She could see it in his eyes that he was expecting her to be bringing trouble along already. Not that she was a magnet for it or anything; more like trouble was a magnet for her. She was the one who went looking for it...purposefully...so she could shoot it.
Or shoot him. Really she was prone to either, and she knew she was a damn good shot; she rarely missed. And boy, did she have a good reason to shoot him this time.
“I see you’re finally back in one piece,” she said with a smile as she strode up to his desk.
“Missed me that much you just had to see me as soon as I got back, did ya?”
She cocked her eyebrow at him as if to say ‘really?’ He probably thought she wasn’t in the mood for his antics, but truthfully she couldn’t have been happier that spending so long in the underworld hadn’t changed him. She’d been really worried when that first couple of weeks had stretched into months. And though she would never admit it to his face out loud, she had missed him...a lot.
But now that she knew he was back, unharmed, and still the same old Dante, she had a bone to pick with him.
“Where’s Vergil? I assume he’s gonna be staying with you for at least a little while, right?” It made the most sense, seeing as how Vergil pretty much had no one to turn to except for Dante and his son. And since he didn’t really know his son at all yet, he probably felt like Dante was his only choice (other than living on the street or something like that), even though she was certain Nero would have taken him in, regardless.
“Yeah, but he’s not here at the moment.” Just the opportunity she was looking for.
“Good ‘cause I wanted to talk to you about him without him here.” Her no-nonsense tone had Dante sighing and flopping his magazine onto his desk.
“Thank you for all that concern over my well-being, by the way.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, but now she wasn’t in the mood for his antics.
“Can it, Dante. Try to be serious for a change.” She knew that was a tall order for the man, but this was important. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
When she made no move to elaborate further, his confusion became evident. “Tell you what?” Obviously, he had no clue what she was talking about.
Which to be fair, wasn’t really his fault. He’d been gone for a long time and who knows what he’d had to do to keep going while stuck in the underworld, even if he hadn’t been alone this time. But that didn’t mean he was getting off the hook that easily.
“That Urizen and V were really Vergil.” She watched his expression slacken into surprise. “I mean, you knew, didn’t you?” Her accusing glare meant she expected the truth out of him and no beating around the bush, either.
He sighed again, a resigned sound that told her he knew he wasn’t getting out of this without some form of an explanation. Whether or not it would be what she was looking for still remained to be seen.
“Urizen, yes. V, no. Things might have turned out differently if I’d figured that one out a little sooner than right as he was putting himself back together,” he said casually.
“You think?!” She felt herself getting a little annoyed with his nonchalant attitude over the whole thing. She took a deep breath to try and calm down. He did just get back from the underworld yesterday and was going to be adjusting back to normal life for a while. Once she felt like she could say something without yelling at him (though the annoyance was still clear in her tone), she continued, “You still should have told me...and Trish, too! We would have handled the situation a lot differently if we’d known.”
She knew he knew she was right when he didn’t respond and couldn’t even look her in the eye. She’d known him long enough to know what was eating him up at the moment: guilt. They’d suffered for his choice and she knew that didn’t sit well with him.
She decided to ease up on him. Yeah, him not saying anything had ended badly for her and Trish, but that was the risk all hunters took when going into a job. Besides, he obviously hadn’t meant for it to turn out the way it had. And it all worked out in the end for everyone...well, mostly. He and his brother still got stuck in the underworld for a while so she supposed she could cut him some slack for that.
“So why didn’t you?” The softened timbre of her voice drew him out of the very likely self- deprecating thoughts he was lost in.
“Hmm?”
“Tell us, I mean.”
Dante just shrugged. “Don’t really know.”
And there went her trying to be nice; right out the proverbial window. He was being difficult and he knew it. She scoffed. Fine. If he was going to play it like that, she wasn’t going to make him talk, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to make sure he knew she wasn’t happy with him.
“And here I thought we were friends,” she said it with such seriousness that it startled him into looking up at her suddenly. She could tell he was wondering if she really meant it or not.
“We are,” he said carefully. His eyes narrowed at her; a silent challenge just daring her to dispute it...
...but she wasn’t backing down, either. That was something she never did and he knew it.
“Yeah well, you sure have a funny way of treating your friends.” By funny she of course meant horrible. Now she was angry and it showed. The least he could have done was given her his reasons for keeping Urizen’s true identity a secret, but now she’d had enough. Talking like this was only going to end with an argument between them and she’d already decided she wasn’t going to force it out of him, even if it was tempting.
She turned on her heel and stalked back to the door, fully intent on leaving.
“Best, actually,” he said it so quietly she’d missed it, but it was still loud enough that she knew he’d said something, even if she didn’t know what.
She stopped just as her hand touched the doorknob. “What was that?” She twisted to face him, her expression giving away her displeasure with him at the moment.
“Best,” he repeated it louder this time as he looked at her. “You’re my best friend.”
Her eyes widened in surprise at his admission. He’d said it so seriously she couldn’t help but be taken aback for a moment. Yeah, they’d been friends for over two decades now, but he didn’t really mean that...did he?
A sudden wave of emotion hit her and she struggled not to let it show. Her worry for him while he was gone and the relief she felt now that he was back on top of what he’d just blatantly admitted was overwhelming her. So she handled it the only way she knew how; brush it off like it was nothing.
“Stop joking around, Dante. I’m not in the mood, anymore.” She turned back to the door. She needed to go and get herself back under control, but she didn’t even get the door open before he was speaking again.
“I ain’t joking. You’ve known me longer than anyone, save Vergil.”
When she turned to look back at him yet again, he’d gotten up and was now leaning against his desk. The look on his face was serious and very uncharacteristic for him. It seemed he’d done a lot of thinking while stuck in the underworld; about his life and the people in it.
“You’ve been around through all my shit and you’re still here. Good friends are a rare thing in our line of work, so maybe it’s not really saying much, but still…you’re the best friend I’ve got.” He hesitated a bit at the end, actually starting to look a bit embarrassed at admitting such a thing to her.
Lady was just stunned. He’d never said anything about feeling that way about their friendship before, but looking back it kind of made sense. There was a dynamic between them that neither had with anyone else in their lives.
She couldn’t fight the upward twitch of her lips, as much as she tried. Was she still annoyed with him? Yes, of course she was. He’d worried her; worried everyone, really. And then he came back like nothing had changed and wouldn’t even give her an answer to the question she’d asked.
But he’d also just admitted something very personal. That was very much something he wasn’t inclined to do often, if ever at all. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable, especially emotionally. She would know after all; she was the same way. And so her anger had now simmered down somewhat.
“Don’t get all soft on me now. I’ll start to think you’re possessed and may be tempted to shoot you to make sure.” She leaned back against the door with a smirk.
He chuckled at that. “Wouldn’t be normal if you didn’t.”
Normal. A memory came unbidden to her of a time in their lives when they were much younger; just barely adults, really. Dante dressed in nothing but his signature red coat, pants, and boots; no shirt of course. And her, in a mini skirt, toting guns around a crazy tower. He’d saved her life then; and she’d shot him in the head for it. Luckily, he was half devil. If he hadn’t been, neither one of them would probably be standing here today.
The silence stretched on for a bit, but neither was uncomfortable in it; evidence of just how long they’d been friends. She was about to finally tell him she’d see him again soon and leave, when he spoke first.
“I didn’t want to believe it.” He looked nervous now, but she wasn’t sure what he was talking about at first.
“Huh?”
“Urizen. I didn’t want to believe that was Vergil. That’s why I didn’t say anything. Somehow, telling someone else made it feel...true. Guess I just couldn’t accept that.” A guilty look fell over his face again. “And you paid for it. Trish, too. I’m sorry for that. You shouldn’t have even been there. It was my shit to deal with.”
At first all she could do was just stare at him her mouth slightly agape in mild surprise. He actually told her. She hadn’t expected him to just come out with it without some more prodding, much less apologize for it; at least not to her face. He was the type that preferred to apologize with his actions rather than words.
Her surprise didn’t last long. She pushed off the door and walked over to his bar, only stopping to grab a bottle of his favorite whiskey and a couple of glasses before heading back to his desk. When she reached him, she set the glasses down and poured one for each of them. She handed him one, noting that his wry smile was back finally.
“Your shit to deal with, huh? Well, what are best friends for if not for putting up with all your shit?” She held up her glass with a smile.
He laughed at that. “Guess I’m stuck with you then.” He clinked her glass with his own and they both knocked back their drinks. As Dante sat back down in his chair, Lady took a seat on top of his desk and proceeded to pour them each another round.
“Actually, there’s one more thing that I should be pissed at you for.”
He gave an exasperated groan, “What now?”
She could tell by that he had no clue what she was about to bring up, and while he should have known, she couldn’t really blame him. It had happened right before he left, and then spending so much time in the underworld he had probably forgotten all about it while trying to focus on surviving.
That didn’t mean she was letting him off the hook for this either, though.
“Two words,” she said as she took another drink, “Kalina Ann.”
She watched as his face fell, suddenly remembering the fact that Nico had ‘rented’ her beloved weapon to him before he booked it with his brother to the underworld.
“Ah shit!” His exclamation told her everything she needed to know about the fact that he likely couldn’t remember what happened to the Kalina Ann II, meaning she wouldn’t be getting it back.
Which, in and of itself wasn’t a problem; she’d already had Nico make her a new one almost as soon as she’d heard from Nero he wouldn’t be back for a while. She still had work to do, after all. But there was still the matter of paying for the rental use and subsequent loss of her property left to deal with.
“Don’t worry about it so much. Since we’re best friends and all, I won’t make you pay me back for it...” she paused for a moment, watching in amusement as his expression turned to relief briefly, before she continued, “...right away.”
His jaw went slack at that. “Seriously!? I haven’t worked since I left! How the hell am I supposed to pay you back for that?!”
“Relax. I can wait. After all I’m used to waiting when it comes to you owing me. And I won’t even charge you interest, you know, since you’re a bum and haven’t had a job in a while.”
The deadpan stare he was giving her only had her grinning madly at him.
“Gee thanks. You’re so generous.” He reached for the bottle, suddenly needing another strong drink.
“What can I say? I’m just a great friend.” A thought suddenly occurred to her then and Dante might have been worried had he noticed the new wicked grin that spread across her face while he poured himself another shot. She couldn’t resist the temptation that presented itself.
“Maybe I should start coming to you with all my girl talk now, huh? You know, since we’re besties and all.”
Dante’s hand jerked, almost spilling the bottle he was holding and all Lady could do was laugh at the mildly horrified look on his face at her suggestion. It was priceless...and one she wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.
← Part 3 • Part 4 of this series • Part 5 (WIP)
#dmc#devil may cry fanfiction#dmc dante#dmc lady#friendship#best friends#devil may cry#my writing#suby scrawls
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hiraeth Chapter 18: Venture
Masterlist can be found Here!
Chapter Eighteen: Venture
Notes: I have embarked on a self-destructive quest to collect every one of the DMC books. I never realized there were about fifty of them, especially for dmc1 since those comics have different cover variants. I have like 7 active bay orders and three Amazon deliveries scheduled for just this month! This is a self-inflicted hell that I was not emotionally, mentally, or financially prepared for, and somehow I still don’t regret it. Is this what insanity looks like? Oh yeah, the story. Moving on…
(-~-)
A few days later…
The city was bustling as always, roads paved with cobblestones and asphalt traversed by a steady stream of vehicles that cut a swath through the city, forming the metaphorical circulatory system synonymous with a metropolitan city of this size and magnitude. A cool but familiar breeze swept in from the coast, passing through the harbor, through the buildings, and down the street, causing nothing more than a minor inconvenience to anyone who was present outside of their vehicles or homes. But in spite of it all, things had somehow changed since they’d left not more than a week ago, their trip to Vie Du Marlin cut short after just a few days. And now that they were back, not a single one of them could place what had shifted during their departure, but it was something that they noticed nonetheless.
In truth, Lucia couldn’t remember how many years it had been since she’d been to Dante’s stomping grounds. From her recollection, it had been about a decade. Seemingly every time that she left her home, it was at her longtime friend’s behest, and that wasn’t something that she minded in the slightest. She actually enjoyed traveling despite the fact that she never got the opportunity to do so very much in her day-to-day life, especially if it meant that she had to leave the island. This was a welcome change of pace, even if she didn’t really know what she was doing there.
Without even needing to be told that something wasn’t right, she knew. It was just something in the air, a certain atmosphere that had fallen over the entire place that she couldn’t put her finger on. But she knew and she knew that everyone else around her knew and just wasn’t saying anything about it. Maybe everyone else just assumed that everyone else also noticed and didn’t feel the need to bring it up. Or maybe they were all trying to ignore it for some ill-defined reason that she couldn’t comprehend. Either way, there was most certainly something going on, and she didn’t know what it was, but what she did know was that she didn’t like it very much at all. Nope, not one bit. But she was still here and she wasn’t going anywhere until she didn’t need to be there any longer.
As they rounded the corner near the central park that contained the Dark Knight Sparda’s statue, a jolt in the van snapped her out of her absentminded thoughts. Everyone in the van was just so… quiet. For some, it was the kind of quiet contemplation that you might involuntarily undertake during a car ride, simply basking in the silent ambiance. But aside from V and Sirrus, she didn’t get the impression that that was why everyone else was silent. Dante was reading some sort of magazine that she didn’t recognize, and Vergil just seemed to be the sort who didn’t know how to relax to save his life. Everything about his posture seemed to make him and everyone else around him uncomfortable, and she was somewhat sure that he didn’t even notice that. At least Nero and Nico were moving a little from their positions in the front seat as they carried on, otherwise, she would start to worry that at least one person in this van was actually dead.
Moments later, they hit another bump in the road, more than likely harder than they should have. Lucia felt herself lurch forward slightly, looking over towards the front seat as if doing so would give her an answer as to why they were driving in the manner that they were. When she didn’t find what she was looking for, she turned her attention back towards Dante and his silent book reading. He’d changed too much from when she’d last seen him; from when she’d first seen him, in that regard. But one notable change that she could now identify was there was one that she was happy for. The everpresent sorrow that she’d once seen utterly consume him wasn’t at the very forefront of who he was like it had once been. It was still there, but he seemed to be at peace in some regard in a way that she’d never seen. She wondered if Vergil noticed as well. After all, he had to be part of the reason for that change. Although she didn’t really know the entirety of the history between them, she knew enough to see that his return from wherever he’d been all this time was influential on Dante. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing yet, but it had come with a few perks that she appreciated on his behalf.
She was happy to see him happier.
Leaning over to peek over his shoulder, she managed to inadvertently draw his attention away from whatever he was reading. The devil hunter in red looked over at her with a questioning look, lowering the flimsy, well-worn magazine and raising a curious eyebrow. Clearly, she wasn’t trying to be sneaky in any way, shape, or form, but her curiosity was still something that he didn’t expect, and that was enough by itself to garner the attention that she was probably trying to attract in the first place but was just too polite to request. It was as understandable as it was entertaining, and the youngest of the Dark Knight Sparda’s twin sons wasn’t at all bothered by it.
“Lookin’ for somethin’?” He said almost sarcastically, trying his best to hide his amusement from her. He’d forgotten how enjoyable it could be to be around Lucia. For one, she didn’t stab him when he got on her nerves, not that he was sure that he’d ever managed to actually do that. She was too polite most of the time to even really say anything, though he was pretty certain that she was still irritated with him about how long he’d left after they’d defeated Argosax and Arius. One day he’d have to fully make that up to her. After all, here she was, helping him out anyway. No hard feelings. You didn’t find friends like that every day. At least she was in a better place personally than she had once been way back when they had first met. Dante had at least grown up knowing what he truly was, even if he didn’t like it at times. Finding out after the fact had to be pretty jarring…
The Demonslayer’s attention turned to Nero and V for a moment. Nero had grown up surrounded by demon fanatics who literally worshiped his grandfather as a god without knowing who he truly was, and that had left an undeniable impact on his life. But even still, he’d managed to overcome the cards she’d been dealt and turn out alright. V though… he was immensely complicated. Dante didn’t know the entirety of either of his nephews’ pasts, but something told him that V had gone through more than a few dark experiences in his youth. There was just something obtuse about him that he couldn’t place, and he knew it came from what he didn’t know about him. And from what he knew, none of his experiences with the supernatural had exactly been positive, let alone good go him. He couldn’t help but wonder what he thought about all of this. The past was complicated for everyone in their family, much like the present. He hoped the future wouldn’t be more of the same in that regard. Once Belial was out of the picture, they could go from there. It was all just so much to take in all at once, wasn’t it?
Sparing a quick glance between Lucia and the rest of the members of the team that were currently in the van, he remembered something about the last time he’d visited Lucia’s homeland. He’d have to go back and visit that place when all of this was over and they finally got the chance to take her home. Sometimes he really missed Cerberus. He’d been a good stinky little pooch, and an even better weapon. The new one was great and all, but there was just something about the original that it couldn’t top on a personal level. He’d lost a lot over the years, and he’d given even more away, but that was one thing that he’d known that he needed to do at the time that he’d come to regret later and he still did. But that’s what life was, wasn’t it? A series of regrets that you either did or didn’t recover for, normally due to well-intentioned actions that came back to bite you. He and Vergil had both been fools in their youth, just like everyone else. They were just a different kind of fool than everyone else around them in most ways. All then needed to do now was move past that now. Easier said than done.
“No, not really. Well, kind of. Are we in a hurry?” Lucia said politely, tilting her head in Nico’s general direction. She hadn’t asked many questions before agreeing to come here, so much of what was going on was a mystery to her. But what she did know was that Dante needed her help, and she was going to give it to him. He’d always been there to help her when she needed it most, and she wasn’t the type to backpedal on those who needed her, especially when they so rarely asked for her help in the first palace.
Dante gave her a blank look for a moment before the metaphorical lightbulb came on in his head. Oh, that’s what she’d meant, wasn’t it? That made sense enough. “Oh, you mean- no, Nico always drives like this. It’s just kinda her thing. Probably should have told you that before you got in the van. My bad.”
Lucia blanched. She drove like this every time they went somewhere?! How was anyone alive still?! Why didn’t literally anyone else drive? Did they just not care anymore?
Vergil glanced over at them both as they rounded the last corner and pulled into the parking spot out front of the office, a hard-to-read look on his face. “There are several things you should have told her before asking her to come here, her driving being towards the bottom of that list. But I don’t think that would have changed her answer. There is clearly more than a little history between the both of you.”
The younger of the two scoffed. “Oh, Brother. You have no idea.”
Lucia glanced between them both, chuckling awkwardly under her breath. Goodness, these two were something else, weren’t they? Despite the fact that they were identical twins, they seemed to have quite a hard time talking to one another. It was almost as if there was some form of residual bitterness or resentment between them that they were working towards getting over. She wasn’t going to ask. They would tell her if they wanted her to know. But she got the impression that whatever this was between them had once been even worse than it was now, so at least they were probably making progress. And they did seem to have one thing in common: they were both really good at saying what was on their mind, at least to one another. She wasn’t sure that was a good thing, but it was something. What on earth had happened between the two of them to make them this way?
Moments later, the van came to a full stop. V put his book away and turned to face them, a slightly perplexed look on his face. He’d only been half paying attention to what they were talking about, his attention clearly elsewhere. But even still, he could just feel the awkwardness in the atmosphere, and that by itself was enough to put him on alert. How many fights could he and Nero possibly break up between the two of them in one month?! It was slightly ridiculous.
Exiting the van, the group traveled inside the office, noting that the lights out front of the office were once again not on. The moment that he caught sight of this fact, Dante cursed himself eternally. How had he managed to forget to pay the bill again? He’d actually done it on time for once in his life the last time that the bill had come around out or the fear that Nero would do it again with the money that he didn’t have or that he’d once again be behind on the bills. Nero had spent a sizable amount of money to help get him out of that hole, and he’d totally let it slip his mind.
A cursory glance back at the rest of the crew as he walked up the stairs gave him a mixed bag of results. Half of them didn’t seem to notice, and the other half that didn’t seem to have an easily accessible response to it. Maybe they just didn’t care? After all, it was evening. Maybe the sign had just been turned off or something and he was overreacting? It was entirely possible that one of them had hit the switch on the way out of the door when they’d left, especially since Vergil lived there now. He had noticed that his twin was significantly more fiscally minded than he was, and actually seemed to pay attention to how much the bills were going to be. One could only hope that the power was actually still on, or he was going to have to have a very awkward conversation with his twin. He could only hide the books from Vergil for so long…
Upon entering the building, Dante flicked the switch to find that the power was, in fact, actually off. Damn it. Of course it was. He walked over to his desk as the others filed in behind him, pretending not to notice that the lights weren’t on. Maybe if he just didn’t bring attention to it no one would-
Before he could even finish that thought, V stepped through the doorway. Upon noticing that the lights were not on, he stepped out of the way of anyone who might be walking behind him and reached for the switch, flicking it into the on position. He glanced up towards the ceiling and, upon realizing that neither the fan nor the lights were going to actually come on, he looked over towards the desk in the middle of the room that Dante was so fond of sitting at. This was at least the second time that he’d come over to his uncle’s house and the power hadn’t been on. He was starting to think that Dante might have some sort of problem with paying the bills, or just didn’t like to be able to see in his office. Maybe he could see in the dark or something? Was it just willful defiance on his part?
“Dante… your power is off again,” V said calmly as if he had half expected to stumble into the office and find himself in the dark. After all, Morrison had used part of the money he’d made when they had first met to turn on Dante’s power. He hadn’t forgotten that little detour on the way to start the contract. “Did you forget to pay the bill again before we left, or did you just not care since no one would be here?”
The older demon hunter looked over at his nephew, dying inside a little bit. Vergil gave him a mildly disapproving look, folding his arms as he closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled heavily. A moment later, he opened them, now seemingly frustrated as it probably occurred to him that this had to be at least the second time that his twin brother had failed to pay the utility bills on time. He looked as though he was going to say something to his younger twin, but Lucia entered the building a moment later, halting his words. It seemed that he didn’t want her to hear whatever it was that he had been planning to say, so at least for the time being, Dante would live to see another day.
“Let’s call it the second one, and not the first one, hu V?” Dante said, responding to his nephew’s inquiry. The younger man hadn’t meant to throw him firmly under the bus in the manner that he just had. Probably. But that didn’t change the fact that he was now going to spend the remainder of the day under Vergil’s unflinching watch until his twin got a satisfactory answer as to why the bills hadn’t been paid. In fact, it could be longer than that if the power wasn’t immediately turned back on. As soon as Vergil realized that he couldn’t do anything meaningful to entertaining himself in the dark, he was officially a dead man walking.
Being the kind person that she was, Lucia did, in fact, notice that the lights were no on, and she had heard V’s statement, but she didn’t feel the need to say anything to him about it just yet. She’d pick fun at him about his apparent lack of ability to keep the power on at a later date. For now, she was content as she was. It wasn’t as if she was afraid of the dark or anything like that.
V nodded, turning his attention to the couch. Call it jet lag, but he suddenly felt very tired, and he wasn’t entirely sure as to why that was. He needed to sit down and catch his breath for a moment before doing anything else. Not that he had anything in particular that he needed to do besides going home and getting a good night’s rest. He wondered if either of their guests were staying with Dante for the night. After all, Vergil was in the spare room. They could sleep on the couch, but that seemed a little uncomfortable. And then there was Nero’s house, but that only accounted for one of them. So a hotel, then? Or maybe…
“Have you decided where you’re going to stay for the next little while, Lucia? Or for that matter, are you headed back to Magnolia’s house, Sirrus? It’s getting to be quite late, isn’t it?” V said as he reclined on the couch, waiting for their responses. He already knew what he planned to say, but he wasn’t entirely sure why he’d decided to do what he planned to do.
Lucia sat down on the other end of the couch, taking in the space she currently occupied. This was certainly different from the last place she’d visited when she’d come to wait for her friend before. She didn’t remember the address from before, so she wouldn’t be surprised if this was actually a brand new office. “Actually, no. I have not thought much about it. I should probably figure that out, especially since I have no idea how long I will be here. Why were you asking?”
Sirrus concurred, leaning over the back of the couch as he looked between the two of them. Now he was curious as to what V was getting at. “I had considered leaning on her a little longer against my better judgment, but she likes to keep her guest room available for emergencies. I am no such thing. I suppose a hotel would be the natural choice with no other options presented to me. Why?”
V shrugged nebulously, suddenly uncomfortable with being the subject of their shared attention. “I was going to… did you… I have several spare rooms. I believe there are five bedrooms in my new residence, and I live alone. For whatever reason, the specifics of that number escape me at the moment.”
The man with the red hair chortled slightly, tilting his head to one side. “You don’t remember how many bedrooms your new house has?” disbelief was evident in his voice as he spoke, but he tried to keep how funny he found that to himself. Was V alright? He seemed somewhat frazzled. “Regardless, I’d be more than happy to accept your offer. At least you probably have electricity.”
Lucia made a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a snicker. “You're probably right. V, you seem like the responsible sort. I’d be happy to keep you both company, if it’s not too much trouble.” Lucia looked over towards the desk, noting that Vergil was leaning against the wall, giving Dante a menacing look from behind his back. Dante was clearly pretending to not notice, but she could practically feel him pouring sweat from where she sat on the other side of the room. Oh, dear… “Seeing a little bit more of the city sounds like a nice idea, and if I was to go with my gut, I’d say that Dante isn’t long for this world. His brother seems quite upset with him… again.”
The young white-haired devil hunter nodded. “Oh, I’m almost certain that you’re correct. I don’t suspect he will last the night. I have no desire to witness a murder.” he turned towards Nero to gain his attention. The younger of the two was standing next to the front door, leaned against the wall much as he had been when he’d first arrived there himself. “Nero, care to join us?”
Nero snapped out of the apparent daydreaming episode that he’d been taking part in and nodded, practically ready to jump at the idea of not being at the office any longer in than he had to be, especially with how dark it was becoming and how likely their father was to fly off into a murderous rage at any moment. “Shit, I thought you’d never ask. Let’s get the hell out of there. I’m not in the mood to deal with this crap tonight. Nico, start the van. We’re leaving. Now.”
(-~-)
Supposedly, I’ll be out of town sometime this week, but I’m not sure. Don’t worry, I’m not going super far. This isn’t the time for a vacation in like a different state or something. It’s just a short 2-3 hour road trip to go see some stuff and head home. Most of the time we will be in a car. But you know how you have that one friend who makes plans with you and then literally always cancels them? Yea, this is that friend. He’s pushed this back about three times now, so we will see. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter! See you Friday!
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Project Updates - What to Look Forward To
<3 Hello all! I've realized (humbly) that I have a small following of very nice people that seem quite interested in what I've written so far, and after seeing some mutuals post update-status posts, I thought I should share what's going on with my projects, also. (Thanks for the encouragement, @queenmuzz!)
Updated Dec-10-20
Sons of Fortune
Probably somehow my main focus now, though I am steadily working on other works. Currently working on the “In Between” special short before I start on Chapter 12.
I would also like to talk a little bit about my plans for this story: if anyone has paid attention to this story's tags, yes, I am touching up on the plots of most of the games. In fact, all of them, and the anime. (I already dealt with DMC4. No, I will not tear apart Fortuna lol.) Not all relevant tags are in, yet, because small spoilers. It looks like it's going to be a long while before I even get to the Temen-ni-gru, though. (There is a reason why that event is getting pushed back.) I want to have fun with the family fluff that is the twins each learning how to parent, first.
Hell Froze Over, and We Shall Reignite It
The drama of it all! Dante and Vergil are finally back from Hell, and Nero doesn’t even know his mother is now standing right in front of him. Meanwhile, even I’m anticipating seen how Snow and Dante is going to handle the obvious things currently unsaid... and I have a feeling a small measure of stupidity is still going to be involved.
Current chapter progress: Outline complete.
It's going to feel so interesting, shifting from "Fortune" back to Reignite. I get to write Sera and Vergil falling in love all over again, with a different set of circumstances. Whoa.
And, and... Nero meeting Sera... odd that I'm saying this as the writer, but I have a "I hope he likes his mom" feeling going on.
Also, no doubt Dante's brain is going to 404 when he sees Snow.
Nico prepares popcorn.
This is Not an Office Rom-Com
I have... about 8 new skits planned out. Nothing more written just yet.
That’s all I’m saying about this for now. =P
Hierarchy of Kings
Purely indulgent M/M romance of Vergil and an OC, existing all thanks to
@wordborne
Working on chapter 2.
I know I said 3 chapters only. I might have lied depending on how much I want to write. It's supposed to be just... awkward fluff of a listless part-devil who somewhat-recently lost his mate, got in a bit of a tiff with his brother, and now his children are trying to set him up with the prospective-king-of-hell, Vergil.
I think about this one a lot but I haven't written anything new for it yet, only because "Fortune" is taking over my life right now, haha.
Through the Lens of the Beholder
Okay, so...This story has no real plot. As a result, my drive for it is purely down to "if I think of a badass or cool photograph to describe." There is a TINY bit of plot. Only a little. And I don't know when I'll update. But this is why I'm trying not to START new projects. Four is a lot already! But because this one is supposed to be simpler than the other two, I will most likely finish this one before the others, so I can open a new project.
---------------
Speaking of new projects... Here are things ideas bouncing through my head:
- I still have a prompt from @maybeishouldwait sitting in my inbox. I WILL have it done one day, when I find the perfect way to write it.
A whole, entirely royally late set of Dadgil week fics.
Yep. I want to write them. They just won’t be on time.
Written in Ink
A plot-less post-DMC5 story.
I say plot-less. There is a plot. The plot is:
Dante: Damn it, Verge, are you trying to turn my office into a zoo??
In which Vergil compulsively starts contracting strong demons he's defeated, left and right, because he's discovered "the joy of pets." The demons all take on a dark animistic form and things get wild.
A Persona and DMC fusion/AU
I have no title for this yet, and I absolutely cannot start this one until I have finished one of my other big projects. This one will take a lot of big planning, because I am making a new plot, using the mechanics of Persona, with DMC characters and setup.
What I want to write, is a teenage Nero as the protagonist, trying to solve a mystery... probably starting with the sudden disappearance of his mother. (Most likely Sera.) And he meets a lot of "new" people, and even finds new family... and yes, he will find his dad. (I'm thinking he'll know about Vergil, though. At least in name and a photo? Isn't that an interesting difference?)
For those of you not familiar with Persona, the major theme I really want to play with is that of the protagonist growing as a person (and in power) by befriending different people that helps them grow as a person. Each party member and important NPC is represented by a Tarot Card, signifying the type of journey the protagonist (The Fool) "embarks" with that character. There is growth in both the protagonist and that characters.
Again, this is ambitious to try and pull off... but it's in the back of my head. I'll focus on it once I've cleared some other stuff.
Sugar Sweet
A somewhat short-chapter series reader fic... of a surgeon/doctor!reader (barely 30 and good at what you do) who often saves the lives of shady people (e.g. mafia) because you care about saving lives, not the politics. But you do make good money out of it. (Hey, you gotta be at least a bit morally ambiguous if you're going to deal with devils.)
You meet one mess of a young mercenary named Dante, who is totally not human and deals with things like having bullets healed into his back, and he can't reach them to cut them out.
Dante doesn't care about bills for his office, or a lot of the debts in his life. You don't know where his money is going, or if he even makes much money at all (for the kind of specialty work he does? Money's going somewhere, but that's none of your business.)
You won't pay Dante's bills, or his debts, but he will accept pizza and ice cream. And new parts for his jukebox. And maybe a motorcycle. Or a new coat. Or a new car...
And you might complain to him about your dumb patients. Or just listen to him talk about his job. Or you two watch a movie together.
And this just continues. For years.
Tokusatsu DMC fusion/AU
So. First thing's first: I'm a big fan of Sentai/Tokusatsu. What is that, you might ask? It's a Japanese genre, and if you're familiar with Power Rangers, that's derived from Sentai.
Basically: Masked heroes with transformation gadgets, sometimes with motorcycles, fighting against evil. ("Magical girls" but strictly the opposite, a lot more physical combat involved, may involve upgrade gadgets, and not strictly limited to male heroes though mostly a male cast. Also not strictly for male-only audience. Girls like the eye-candy, too. :eyes-emoji:)
Why am I thinking about this?
Because I have found out that: Vergil's VA, Dan Southworth, was the Quantum Ranger (WHICH WAS RED). Nero's VA, Johnny Yong Bosch, was a Black Ranger and a Green Ranger.
...And Dante's VA, Reuben Langdon, had a role in a Japanese Toku show as "B-Fighter Yanma" forever ago???? (HE WAS BLUE!!)
What am I going to do with this info? I'll let you know later. But my Sentai/Toku-loving little heart is about to burst with hyperfixation overlap.
If I ever write this out, expect it to be just as cheesy as an actual Kamen Rider show. Or, at the very least, expect some art. I love Kamen Rider stuff!
Family Fantasy MMO
Snow introduces Dante, Vergil, Nero, and Kyrie to Final Fantasy 14 (because that’s the MMO I play) for family bonding. Yep. Mainly for silly indulgence.
Stardew Valley Visit
Post DMC5, Vergil and Dante accidentally end up going on a vacation when they try to leave Hell. No pairing with the farmer, but instead just a relaxing and somewhat introspective moment of the boys being stuck with most of their power temporarily sealed, learning how to take care of a farm, and maybe do a bit of healing by interacting with the townsfolk while they try to find out where their swords went and how to get home.
Re-Colourize
Otherwise what I would call the “re-colour of Nero and Snow” AU.
What if Vergil was found by Kassy’s family and raised among them? What if Dante ended up briefly in Fortuna and then convinced Sera to run away from the island?
What if we have a Nero who, though brash, is outwardly more soft and open-hearted, and has red-orange and gold colours instead? What if we have a Snow who is named Chiyuki, who wields her katana more like Vergil does, and has a more ice-queen aura about her, and has a teal and blue colouring about her?
This is my excuse to switch up the pairings, but also write Vergil being taught to fight more like an assassin.
Raised by the Blade
Imagine: Yamato, cracked, broken, and separated from her Master... desperately searching for a way to get back to him, and ended up washed up on the shores of Fortuna. Humanoid, but clearly not if anyone saw the cracked, broken, and no-normal look of “shattered” in her torso, that she would have to keep covered.
Made from the power of Sparda, she is pale with white hair... and she finds herself drawn to the orphanage...
Where she finds the toddler that is Nero.
Devil Hunters’ Podcast
Nico “accidentally” finds entertainment in recording the Sparda Family arguments as they talk about hunting; after all, they all share one braincell.
Ascended Monochrome
A white angel remains by the side of Nelo Angelo. Mundus was not pleased by the behavior of his second creation, from the human woman that he had picked up with the treacherous Son of Sparda. But he later discovered that by using her, he could keep Nelo Angelo complacent. Eventually, underestimating love will be his downfall.
Fall to Royalty
A story of where Vergil wins against Mundus the first time, and takes the throne of Hell. But what is he to do next? Eventually, ruling Hell seemed meaningless when there was no one by his side, so he goes to seek out the Lady Knight that he had vowed to never think of or go back to unless he had obtained the power he sought.
Doppelganger Woes
So, I heard Capcom retconned Gilver to be some sort of imitation created by Mundus. I’m all for this! And I’m going to DO something with this.
Side-Project: DMC Tarot List
I started on this maybe months ago; and I have a tentative list oh what characters go with what card and a few detailed descriptions. I think I should confer with
@harlot-of-oblivion
at some point about this, and anyone else interested in, well, Tarot stuff.
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happy Father’s Day
A little story about Vergil and Nero. DMC 5 Spoiler are included!
Several months passed after that 15th of June. After Dante and Vergil jumped into the underworld to cut the Qlipoth tree and close the gate from the other side, Nero took over the business meanwhile. Together with Nicoletta Goldstein, he traveled from A to B to root out the remaining demons in Red Grave City, so that the city became habitable again. Trish and Lady also helped out and took orders from Morrison to secure the rental of the Devil May Cry. The situation is pretty much normalized. While the ladies always ordered pizza, Nero preferred Kyrie's homemade. No delivery service is better than her. Fortunately, Fortuna was not far away from the others, so Nero always got home in the evening.
A big disadvantage had Dante's disappearance. Nero had far too many women around him. One was enough for him. He desperately needed male reinforcement again. Since he learned that he has a family, he was all the more eager for it. Unfortunately, immediately after he found out, he lost both family members. It was strange to feel something like yearning for a man who had missed all his development as a man. Vergil really deserved the award for the worst father of the year. First, separate his son's right arm and then disappear into the underworld.
All his life he lacked male role models. Credo was the only one who could show him to be a man. But even he had to find out for himself. Nero had little choice but to fight his way through life and find his own way. Looking back, he is very happy that he became a man on his own. Neither his father nor his uncle is suitable for a role model. Nor their dealing with conflicts or with women suits Nero. They fight like children and try to kill each other. Not to mention that they indiscriminately sleep with women and cannot remember their names the next day. Such a man Nero didn't want to be and he is not. Unlike the idiots, he loves and honors his girlfriend. For her, he would run through hell and take on any torture just to save her. Kyrie was his sun and at the same time the person who keeps him on the ground. She never asked questions about his job and distracted him from everyday stress. Her voice was that of an angel, even though she didn’t have the same musical taste as him, he was her biggest fan. In his eyes, she was just perfect.
...
Right now he was sitting at the dinner table with Kyrie, happily feeding her casserole. She had cooked too much again. Today, the house was exceptionally empty. No Nico, Trish or Lady. Everyone came to visit them constantly. Today, however, the couple remained under themselves and that was a good thing. Sometimes the others were just exhausting. While Nero was stuffing his stomach, Kyrie was preparing more things. "Honey now sit down for a while. I can not eat any dessert here anymore. I'm already overwhelmed enough." "But you need the energy. You have to become big and strong, after all," Kyrie joked. "Very funny. Now plant yourself and eat with me. Otherwise, it'll be cold." "Give me another 5 min." Nero let it to discuss with her. When he decided to continue eating, the doorbell rang. "Kyrie? Are you expecting visitors?" "No, but do you still want to look?"
Since the incident in the garage, Nero has been extra careful while opening doors. He could easily refrain from losing limbs again. As he remembered this incident, he looked into the face of the man who had put him in this position. "V-V Virgil? I mean, father? What are you doing here? How did you get out of the underworld?" "No hello?" Nero remained speechless for a while. He did not know exactly how to handle the unexpected visit. If Dante stood in front of him, he would have stupidly flogged and messed with him. But with Vergil was not so much fun.
"Yeah sure. Hello. Do you want to answer one of my questions now?" "One thing I can actually answer for you and that’s why I am here. I think my last visit was not very enjoyable. Also, I had no idea that I have a son. I just followed the energy of Yamato and everything else did not bother me a shit. Can you understand?" "No, I can not. I'm not going to cut a stranger's arm off just because he has the Red Queen. That's stupid." "We have different views. But whatever. At first, you did not care. I did not want to have anything to do with you or otherwise have a family connection. But the longer I was in hell with Dante, the more he told me about you. I became curious and had become friends with the idea of owning a son. Do not get me wrong. This is not supposed to be a reunion here. I just want to meet you as long as you feel like it."
He definitely did not expect that. Slamming the door in front of him did not work, but pretending that nothing had happened felt wrong. Nevertheless, Nero overcomes himself. "I can not leave now. There is still a pile of a casserole on the table and someone has to eat it, otherwise, my girlfriend will be uncomfortable. So if you do not already have plans, you can really join this time." "Thank you for welcoming me with open arms," Vergil answered, just walking past Nero into the house. "Hey! No jokes about that." Nero closed the door behind them and showed him the way to the kitchen.
The first thing he noticed was Kyrie, who was also preparing a cheesecake. Hopefully, Vergil behaved towards her. "Hey, Nero. Who brought you there?" Kyrie approached Vergil and looked closer into his face. "Dante? No. But the face is so similar. Ehm, I'm glad to meet you. I am Kyrie, Nero's girlfriend." Amiable as she was, she sincerely extended a hand to Vergil to greet him. Vergil looked puzzled at first but took the handshake like a normal person. "The pleasure is mine. I'm not Dante, but his older twin brother Vergil and the old gentleman of the boy next to me." Nero could see clearly how Kyrie froze a little bit. I hope she did not turn now. "Did I say something wrong?" "No, I think she did not prepare to meet her future father-in-law. Come let us sit." Nero went ahead and sat down. Kyrie fetched dishes for Vergil and then sat next to Nero, where Vergil sat in front of him.
"So, is it really that far, or are you not engaged?" Confused, Kyrie and Nero looked at each other. "Ehm, we never talked about the possibility of a wedding. We are still relatively young. That was more of a joke than serious earlier." Nero said visibly nervous. He did not want to say anything wrong and annoy Kyrie. She smiled confidently and hooked on Nero's right arm, which was the normal human arm at the time. "Nevertheless, I was somewhat surprised to meet the other son of Sparda out of nothing. I'm basically overwhelmed with your family history. "Vergil looked skeptically at Kyrie. "How is that meant?" "Well, you should know that Kyrie believes in a religion where Sparda resembles a deity. The fact that she was allowed to meet Dante was an ‘honor’ for her, and when it came out that I'm practically the grandson of Sparda, that brought the cask to overflow." Nero had to smile over it again and again. "Hey, do not make fun of me. What else is left to us humans than to hope for a savior?", Justified his girlfriend. "Sry, it's funny. You know me as a human. Then we come closer, suddenly I am a demon and save your life, we become a couple and a long time later you find out that you are in fact with the grandson of your Almighty together. That's just the funniest thing I've ever heard." "Yeah, but I love you for your personality and not for your roots." "I know, I just wanted to joke you." Nero patted Kyrie on the head as if she were a good kitten. He realized that she was blushing slightly.
Vergil watched the spectacle and began to eat. Nero stopped annoying Kyrie and also continued his meal. His girlfriend recovered and smiled happily. "And does it taste good? May I bring you something to drink?" "It tastes excellent. Haven’t eaten anything so good for a long time. I do not want to cause you any trouble, but a glass of water would be just right." Vergil was surprisingly polite. Nero did not know this side of him. Basically, he did not know him. So far, he was only allowed to see the bad side. That he had good, he dared to doubt strongly. But right now he seemed like a gentleman to him or maybe that was just his style for appearing well with women. Anyway, Kyrie seemed quite flattered and brought Vergil his drink. "Thank you". he replied as he took the glass.
"So I just ask again, what's Dante doing?" Nero asked curiously. "Hm? This idiot? Well, he's definitely with his girls and eating pizza." "So you did not fight any further and returned home together?" Vergil grinned and shook his head lightly. "I think it would be a lie if I said that we had not fought each other. Of course, we hit each other's heads at every opportunity. But as soon as a horde of demons arrived, we switched focus. We have agreed that it is much fun to fight, as we end it by death." "Then you have settled your dispute?" "Postponed," Vergil answered curtly. Nero was satisfied with the answer. He would not get out any more.
For a while, nobody spoke a word. They ate quietly and exchanged eye-to-eye contact from time to time. "Hey honey, it would be alright for you if I go for a walk with Vergil," Nero broke the silence. "Of course. As long as you only get well and well home, I do not much care what you do." "Thank you for your confidence." Nero leaned into Kyrie and kissed her gently on her cheek. Then he got up and brought his plate to sink. Vergil wanted to do it like him, but then Kyrie stopped him. "Let me do that. Just amuse you both. ", She smiled at him. Vergil then left the dishes and went out of the door. Nero quickly grabbed his weapons and joined him. "Where should we go?", His father asked him. "No clue. The main thing is that we are among us.", He countered. "Does your girlfriend bother you?" "No. I just do not want her to hear me speak real talk. I tend to give one or two bad words. She knows that I am like that, but still I try to avoid it." "You realize that she is a saint." "Of course! She is way too good for me. She is such a great person and I... am a monster. Often I have to listen to why Kyrie is ever with such a guy like me. "
Vergil laughed amused. "She loves you. What does it itch you, what others think of your relationship with her? Should not you just be interested in her opinion?" The two men just walked down the street with no apparent goal. "Yes. Ultimately, I'm only interested in her opinion. Which is also why I try to be a better person and curse less. Oh, what am I talking about, I'm not even a human." "But you are. I only slept with human women, if I recall correctly, and I myself am half human. Demon or not. Your actions characterize you and not your race. My dad was a demon too, but was he evil? I do not think so. The same goes for you. You have a healthy sense of justice." "Was that a compliment?" Nero questioned. His father only shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe you are right. What about you? Are you evil? "Vergil raised an eyebrow in question. "That is, I think, a matter of opinion. I do not want to answer the question." "You basically do not like answering anything. Come on. Let's have a drink, maybe I'll finally find out what kind of man my father is." Nero feels like in a cat and mouse game. He had to tickle information out of Vergil and he does that only by telling things about himself and only giving Vergil his reaction to it. Annoying as he found. "Do you drink alcohol?" Vergil asked. "No, but I can start with that. And you?" "I never say no to good scotch. But compared to my brother, I behave more than a nun." Nero laughed uncontrollably. He knew for sure that Dante liked to let it crack as soon as he had a little money. Or he ate full of Strawberry Sundae. "Honestly, I'm more worried about his fast food consumption. A miracle that his body is still in good condition." "In fact, it has its advantages to be a demon. I've stopped counting how many times we put a sword in our guts. Do you have a number?"
Nero really had to think. It was definitely countable. "So once in the strange laboratory of Agnus. The sword was 20-30 cm wide. Was a little fucked by it. Fortunately, the broken Yamato was in the background and I instinctively repaired it and used it to get out of the shit. The other times were already you in our fight on the tree." "So you say you repaired my sword?" "Seems like that." Vergil put his hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Then I have to thank you. Thanks ..." He quickly removed his hand and entered the pub, where they stood for a few seconds. Right at the entrance, the two were looked awry. Immediately Nero drove to the counter and told the innkeeper that they were devil hunters. The innkeeper gave the guests a hand signal, so they all calmed down. "Apparently you often go with your weapons in such places.", Vergil remarked. "Not really. But as a devil hunter, you'll always look wryly when you run bloodied through the streets ... Two double scotches, please." Nero ordered.
The innkeeper looked closely at Nero. "Boy, sure you're of legal age?" "That's fine. I am his father." The innkeeper said nothing and handed them their order. "Thanks," Nero said to him. "Why?" Vergil asked, startled. "Because you called me your son. I thought I meant nothing to you." "Would we sit here otherwise?" Vergil snapped. "Yes, but I thought that you would just want to get to know me. And I also want to get to know you. So, what are you doing in your spare time? Except arguing with my uncle." "Not much. I am very well read. I enjoy spending my time in libraries and broadening my horizons. Because knowledge is power. And what are you doing, other than Dante's inheritance?" "Not much either. I like to screw and work on my van. But otherwise, I spend my free time with my girlfriend."
"And what are you doing together, except to fuck." Nero could not quite grasp that he called things by their name. He took a long sip of scotch, so his throat burned from the inside. "I ... would you please not use the word fuck when it comes to my girlfriend? She is my sanctuary. I do not want such words to be associated with her." "Okay, I'm revising my testimony. What are you doing besides love?" "No idea. Chilling? I mostly listen to her singing and smile at her. I know that sounds pretty boring." "You do not have to impress me. I can understand, if you slaughtered demons all day long, that you want to be quiet in the evening, then. I am no different. I mean, I really just read books, besides my argument with Dante. So just stay honest."
Somehow he was right. Whether boring or not. That's how he was. And Vergil also seemed to be a boring person privately. Maybe they had similarities, except for the look. Nero looked around the bar and saw some free billiard tables in the corner. "Hey, have you ever played pool billiards?" "In the youth, it's one or two times. Want to challenge me? Are you aware of the rules?" "Pff. I've done Dante several times already. Let's get the place mixed up." Nero drank the rest of his drink and put money on the counter so it was enough for him and his dad. Together with Vergil he went to one of the tables and exchanged his sword for a billiard Cue stick. "Who's supposed to kick off?" Vergil asked. "Age before beauty." Nero joked. His father did not let him say that a second time and started for the first shot. With a certain elegance and a degree of finesse, he pushed a whole bullet into the hole, leaving half for Nero. "Tch. Beginner luck," he mocked. "Oh really? And then what about this." Vergil started again to play the brown ball over the gang. As if that were planned, the ball landed again in the hole. "Played because of times in the youth. You're doing it professionally." Nero felt like Vergil wanted to bamboozle him.
He could not poke the next shot. The balls were so unfavorable that the master Vergil could do nothing more. "Now show what you have on it." For Nero, it was not a big challenge when the white ball with half and the hole formed a straight line. He punched in with ease. Then he tried with a push both the pink and the green ball. With luck and a bit of skill, he succeeded. "Wow. It really was not from bad parents." "Funny how you praise me and make yourself a compliment at the same time." Both grinned for a brief moment and then played on. The duel was consistently very close. They played 2 rounds, in each of which one could take the victory. As you know, in this family they always stopped as soon as they drew. "Those were good games. Should we repeat that." Nero could not believe what was just coming out of Vergil's mouth. He really wanted to meet with him again? Not a bad idea in itself, just what were they now. Buddies or father and son. Somehow, Nero wanted both. "Yes, sure. You know where to find me. What are you going to do now?" "I do not know. Make me smarter, so I find new ways to go to my brother's bag. That's the way things are. Exercising will also be an option. In a week I meet again with Dante on a fight. We will probably do that more often. If you feel like it, we can fight again. It's really fun." "Thank you for including me in family traditions." "Of course. After all, you belong to the family as well," Vergil said, putting an arm around Nero's shoulder and pulling him closer.
He would never have thought it possible to experience such a father-son moment. Even if it was an invitation to a bloody battle. But that was the way his family was now. Devils under themselves. "Alright. I'll come next week, too. But I do not need any preparation." "If you think so ..." Vergil broke the half-hug and fastened Yamato back on his hip. Nero put the Red Queen back on and did not really know what to do. "And what are we going to do now?" "I'll better put you to bed now." "You're 20 years late for that," Nero joked. Together they left the place and sat in the direction before they started to move. Meanwhile, it was already dark and it showed a clear starry sky. Nero just did not know what to say. For one thing, he had now met his father, but somehow not. But maybe that would change in the future.
Just as the silence was almost unbearable, demons appeared out of nowhere. "Luckily, and I thought the city was really so boring," Vergil commented. "Fortuna? You should have been here two years ago. There was an overload of demons. I had to work overtime to get the city halfway clean." "Too bad I missed the fun." Both drew their swords and plunged into action. Nero felt a lot of pleasure in sharing his passion with his father. Vergil was really extremely strong. Nero did not manage the Yamato as he did. He could theoretically still learn a lot from him. However, he still wanted to go his own way and develop independently. After wiping out all the demons, Vergil had to smile. It was hard to judge the smile, but he looked proud. But why? Not on Nero, is it?
They continued on their way until they stopped at Nero's house. That was probably the unpleasant part of every date. Only that it was not a date, but introductory drinking. Nero did not open the door directly but hesitated a bit. He was torn what he should do now. The situation was shitty, but he decided to follow his heart. He took all his courage and just hugged Vergil out of nothing. "Thank you, Father." It felt strange. It was also embarrassing. He just hoped for a reply so it would not be so embarrassing. After a brief sigh, Vergil answered, "No. I should thank you for being such a good son. I'm sorry that I was not there for you. You deserve a better life, but you can not choose it. And ... I think I could not have done better. You have become a great man. I am proud of you my son." As he spoke these words, Vergil returned his hug. They enjoyed the closeness for another 5 seconds before they dissolved the hug. After that Nero got the keys. "Oh yeah, should you tell somebody about here, you know what I'm supposed to do." Vergil threatened. "I would like to keep the last part to myself, father. So I'll say goodbye now. Kyrie could now take some attention from me. Ah yes, do you want your book back?" "No, keep it. You do not have anything else from me. See you next week at Devil May Cry, son." They smiled briefly again until they turned and started walking again.
47 notes
·
View notes
Note
Have you played mdc 5 yet? If so what are your thoughts on the characters?
Well I learned that I suck at the game.
I love Dante’s character and how they put some of dmc 3 into his character again. I just love Dante in general honesty but he brings back memory’s when he faces King Cerberus.
I honestly wish there was more to V than there is. I would have loved to explore Vergil’s human side in a way and see how the familiars came to be. Although I have somewhat of a dumb theory thing about them for some other time if anyone wants to hear.
Nero feels a little too much like Dante with his witty remarks and that’s cool but I feel that there could or should have been more of a Vergil side to him. I do love how Nero consults Kyrie on some topics but those are already obvious as to what he would do.
I didn’t get much from Lady or Trish this game sadly
Nico is hilarious but I wanna know more about her. Yes you get some back story on how she met Nero in a way but I want more of something else.
Vergil is well I’m a fan of him but not too much this time. His voice for one just didn’t seem right. The Vergil in the other games wouldn’t just go save the world just because someone said to. Yes I’m aware that his V side being around Nero and Dante probably helped him like them a little more but he just doesn’t seem like the normal stoic bastard with a stick up his butt. Like I love asshole Vergil. I also honestly would have thought that his full Devil side would have been how his Devil Trigger looked because that’s his form as a Devil...
I’m ranting too much about probably some little details but I do feel like some characters could have had a little more done to them
#personal#devil may cry v#devil may cry 5#dmc5#ramble#devil may cry dante#devil may cry vergil#devil may cry nero#devil may cry v v#dmc5 v#devil may cry nico#devil may cry lady#devil may cry trish
27 notes
·
View notes
Note
Aster, iris, queen anne's lace, daffodil, and tulip for Dante? ♡ @heartstringsymphonies
@heartstringsymphonies @chiliechii / @dokiquents thank you sm for the asks!!
i might do a medic one later, i just wanted to get something out (｡-人-｡)
asdfajg i fuc k ing h love this picture early the 2000s are shaking rn
its long so,, under the cut babey!!
aster: tell us about a gentle moment shared with your f/o
After a long day, we both find solace in each others company, no words need to be spoken between us to understand how we feel or know what the other may need. We sit in silence until he briefly leaves my side to tinker with the old jukebox across the room. A familiar tune kicks up and he makes his way back over to me. We share a smile as I slide my hand into one of his calloused ones and gently brings me upon my own feet. He tries to hide his embarrassment behind a smirk that quickly turns into a soft chuckle and a matching smile, when I finally look up at him. Swaying to the song we both know, he holds me close and I rest my head upon his chest. He’s humming along and I can’t help but to join him.
iris: compliment you f/o and share a compliment that they have given to you
I admire the love and commitment he has towards his family and his resilience. No matter how much is thrown at him, he stills stands back up and walks tall! He’s shown multiple times, just how far he’d go to protect his friends and family and it just shows how much he’s grown over the years :’) He’s always attentive, even when he doesn’t realize he is and I always appreciate his concerns
He’s my hype man fr, but a genuine compliment i’ve received from Dante was that no matter how hard he is to deal with, I’ve never gave up on him. My stubbornness and mother hen traits are his “saving grace”, as he likes to put it. I’ve always been level headed and only want what’s was best for everyone; as much as he appreciates my willingness to heal and listen, he’s afraid I take on too much too often.
queen anne’s lace: tell us how your f/o makes you feel safe
Dante is typically a very physical person. It’s just how he shows affection like the hard slaps on the back or the musing of hair, maybe most of all, the comforting hand that rests on my knee or a guiding hand on my lower back. In the least cheesiest way, he makes me feel safest when I’m in his arms. insert garfield propaganda pic except it says “you are not immune to hugs”. Hugging is so therapeutic to me and he probably picks up on that and scoops me up in his arms and carries me to his seat or upstairs to rest and talk about it depending on how bad my mood is. Also, just knowing how strong he is, makes me feel safe knowing that if anything goes wrong, he’ll have my back.
daffodil: how has your f/o changed your life
Dante was one of those characters that one day I was like, “I’m gonna like him everyone shut up” and started binging the whole series; it was out of no where really and ever since then, he’s been one of my biggest comfort characters, especially since (at the time) he was from a series my friend wasn’t into yet. It was like I had a secret, something very personal that I had free range in! Having Dante as one of my f/os has allowed me to expand my imagination and - for some reason- I had an easier time sharing my ideas/AUs with my friend, since I’m usually shy about it or too scared to share them. It also allowed me to be as op as I wanted to be since dmc is just the kind of series where anything could happen so, it’s just really fun for me!
tulip: who confessed their love to the other first? how?
Surprisingly, me? We’ve known each other for years and always had a back and forth relationship (not dating just bantering sort), but after a while I came to realize that, oh man … I REALLY like this fool. A few years after the 3rd game I had hinted that I had feelings for him, which he waved off as a joke (also it’s canon that Lucia’c feelings flew right over his head, so his younger self would probably be no better or even worse) and didn’t admit his own feelings that he thought would pass and we kinda just went on like it never happened.
He’s had his up’s and down’s and thankfully, I could be there to make sure he didn’t feel alone and took care of him when he wouldn’t. It was right before the 2nd game took place when I really had confessed my feelings and made it apparent on how important he is to me. I figured it’d be best to wait until he was ready for a relationship if he really felt like it. Eventually, when things settled down after his return, he could return the sentiment and confess as well :’) im angsty but dmc is really like that
Depends on the timeline tbh asdlkh
larkspur: tell us a funny moment shared with you f/o
It’s not canon but it’s agreed upon in the fandom that Dante really can’t cook for shit, (which i somewhat agree on) which leaves me to do most of the cooking! But as couples do, we try and help the other one out when the other half is too busy or just trying to be nice. I haven’t been home a a couple of days since I’ve been busy dealing with demons and such, so Dante decides to practice cooking (god help us) to help out a little.
After a long string of missions, I can finally head back to Devil May Cry to - hopefully - catch up with Dante and pass out on the nearest surface. The shop is relatively quiet save for some music coming from the kitchen, so I head over to see what’s happening. Dante has his back turned, so I decide to sit at the table and wait until he notices. He’s whistling to the tune of a song I don’t recognize, while kneading some sort of dough on the counter. He finally turns to spin and toss said dough, only to let out a sound of surprise as he flings the dough towards me, almost knocking me off my chair and my only iconic reaction was to shout: “Mamma Mia!”. We both won’t let each other live that down; whenever something slightly inconvenient happens we’ll hear each other mutter “mamma mia" to ourselves.
#self ship#self insert#s: devilishly cute#i wanna change ship tag sdfjgas#s: no sweeter innocence#dmc#dante#ask reply#my writing
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
details re: DmC AU
Much of my V’s original canon remains the same in DmC: partial demonic ancestry, loses his mother to a demon he summoned improperly, hard youth, bonds with his familiars at the same ages, low income situation, his cane and grimoire work exactly the same, etc. He just happens to be able to lease a neglected, old little space that’s really too hard to find which he turned into a “sorcery shop” to support himself---and it’s where he lives, in the back room. Somehow he’s accommodated himself. Unlike in my classic universe canon, however, V never meets Mundus or forms any sort of link with him as he does with Urizen. So, he’s in no danger of dying from that.
The familiars were summoned directly from Hell, not needing to go through Limbo to arrive at the location of their individual rites. But being demons, they can and will enter Limbo if it’s necessary. For the most part, they stick to V. His body, mainly, but at times they must emerge and V is naturally careful to ensure they aren’t sighted by anyone. Kat will prove different, as with the nephilim. Nightmare must remain confined to V’s body almost permanently; there are too few chances in which it can be summoned to action, and V would prefer not to take any unnecessary risks by wanting to give Nightmare a little attention, which is unfortunate. However, post-game events will afford Nightmare much more freedom.
V is capable of astral projection and tends to use this to wander Limbo, much in the way Kat does. The difference being that V can will himself to do it, but he must first enter a deep meditative state in order to project. When he does succeed, he enters Limbo without his familiars as his form is metaphysical and they are attached to his body. If they are to go with him, they must physically enter Limbo separately from him. While he cannot touch, he likewise cannot be touched. He is visible there, can communicate with whomever else he may encounter, but there is little else he can do in terms of interaction. He would do well to avoid being attacked, however, as anything attempting to harm him psychically or spiritually would endanger his real physical form left widely vulnerable in the human realm. Hence it’s best if he never travels alone as he is very much without protection if he traverses through Limbo without the company of any of his familiars. Also, the slightest disturbance he may cause may very well alert forces he’d much rather have ignore him (Mundus’ lackeys, in other words). Trips to Limbo are hazardous and V risks a lot whenever he decides to poke around. It’s also a rather exhausting experience once he’s finished; as one would imagine, the amount of focus and psychic power needed would be large and continuous.
Through his trips to Limbo, V at times gathers intelligence pertaining to Mundus and his/his lackeys' activities. It's really through word of mouth, what he hears in his surroundings than any actual research or prying. He's learned many an interesting thing, both through astral projection and his clairvoyance which affords him visions and premonitions (though less frequently and with less clarity). Truth be told, V wants to keep as far from anything to do with Mundus as possible. Unfortunately, his indirect involvement with The Order may or may not pull him into that very thing he wishes to avoid. Gently extorted/coerced by Vergil to do some of his bidding, who happens to compensate V for his services (namely those to Kat) and for whatever cooperation he may provide. No doubt Vergil finds V's astral projection extremely useful.
V knows a thing or two about nephilim through Griffon and his own studies, and what he knows of the twins he’s learned through his clairvoyant visions exclusively. So he has a little insight on them that would most likely be unwelcome by them if they’d ever discover it, but V isn’t one to divulge all. He may learn of things that they've yet to do down the road, but... that all depends.
V’s somewhat in the know in regard to the demons’ doings, their efforts to subdue and rule mankind. He wholly disagrees with it but is unable to do much of anything about it. He would not even know where to begin; and while he knows of The Order and has a sense as to the good they’re trying to do, he doesn’t want involvement with them. Their methods may not be to his liking, and... really, they are far too shady for his comfort. He is wary of Vergil upon first meeting and keeps him at arm’s length at all times. If not for Kat, whom he shares a good friendship with, he’d reject Vergil outright. As it happens, the more he and Vergil engage in one another’s company and work cooperatively, the less unfavorable V’s opinion---but not by leaps and bounds, and not quite to a life-changing level. Perhaps due to a vision of some kind, or some intuitive feeling, V simply sees something peculiar in Vergil that cannot fully allow him to relax his opinion of the nephilim.
It’s easier with Dante whom V sees as more sincere and, therefore, easier to form a friendship with. It should be noted that Dante’s (and Kat’s, needless to say) involvement in The Order’s operations does help to soothe V’s concerns and afford him a little more comfort in regard to the group as a whole. But he would never let his guard down and, no matter who his friends are, insist that he wants no part in their crusade.
In fact, it’s when things start to look pretty hairy that V decides to leave Limbo City. He fears what may come and has no intention of getting caught in it. Mundus’ temper tantrum that leads to the beginning of the end (thanks to Vergil) is what prompts V to leave, or he may skip town prior to that happening so as to avoid unnecessary collateral harm. If he returns, it’s post-game; fresh after the fall of the demon king.
Another course of action may take place, however (as I am not yet fully decided and this could honestly change in a thread): V does not leave the city but is instead absorbed into The Order, what’s left of it being Vergil and Dante, basically, talked into helping them out more directly. Of course, he would also feel he owes it to Kat: if he learns of her capture and her subsequent rescue, he decides he must be there for his sorcerer’s apprentice; and, second, he should like to see the city secured in some fashion, the threat eliminated so that she, along with the rest of mankind, may live freely. Thus, he is recruited by Vergil after all, aiding the twins in their duty to see the world saved.
When it comes to choosing sides, V will remain wholly neutral. Neither Vergil nor Dante would be in the right in his eyes and he’d frustrate both brothers by insisting so. However, if he were to speak with complete honesty, he’d see a little more of a flaw in Vergil’s reasoning than in Dante’s. Unfortunately. But he wouldn’t express that to either of them. Let them settle their differences on their own; he has no stake in their spat (if he’s there to witness any of it in the first place; that would also be plot dependent as, alternatively, he’d have been gone during the final battle). If V does what he must, helps Kat and mankind, then he will be satisfied and go about picking up his own pieces; try to make a life for himself again, somehow, within a ravaged city plagued by demons. Well, he’d become a demon killer in his own right, backed by his familiars as always. If he runs into Dante or Vergil along the way... he can only hope that nothing’s happened to sour mutual respect. As for Kat, he’d want to stay in touch. It’s likely he’ll look her up to maintain their friendship.
#blog info ;#headcanon ;#re: marriage of heaven and hell (DmC) ;#// some juicy stuff.#// I will do more rping in this AU or so help me god--
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Strawberry Sundae
Summary: It's story time! Have you ever wondered why Dante affectionate strawberry sundaes so much? Well Patty has and luckily for her, he is about to tell her. It will just cost her a small favour. A man got to pay his debts remember.
Tags: ANGST (but with some very cute moments) / Dante’s childhood / childhood trauma
Author’s note: This is my take on Dante’s origins and also my first time writing for the Devil May Cry fandom. I hope I did it right and that you will love it.
Set whenever you want but definitely after the DMC Anime. I made the reader female (in case I write a sequel. I have ideas for one, just tell me if you want one), but it can definitely be read as Gen!Reader if you make some small changes.
To most people Patty Lowell looked so cute and angelic with her girly lacy dresses and her silk ribbons in her baby blond hair they’d think butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. But to Dante, she was the most annoying brat that ever walked this earth and, even though he would never admit it, also one of his dearest friends. And like all his friends, he owed her big.
“I’ll erase that from your tab.” She said as she swallowed a spoonful of vanilla ice cream.
“Oh c’mon! You keeping counts now?” Dante harrumphed and watched the kid wipe her mouth like a very distinguished lady. “You spend too much time with Lady.”
“Not too much. Just enough to know you owe me a trip to the beach, two dresses, a dozen ice cream cones and six strawberries sundaes” She counted on her fingers and Dante sighed as he slouched in the fake-leather seat of Freddy’s diner. “Well, you can’t have it all now, can you?”
“You’ve been saying this for months. And for months you’ve been eating hundreds of sundaes and bought none for me.” She grumbled, staring at him with a pout as he nonchalantly took the strawberry on top of his sundae to eat it, eyes closed to savour the sweetness of the fruit in his mouth. “What’s with your obsession with strawberry sundaes anyway?” She asked, genuinely curious. After all, even after spending so much time with Dante, watching him evolve in his natural habitat (meaning the Devil May Cry) and coming to the conclusion that Dante was a very unique species of man, one that whose diet was only based on pizzas and strawberry sundaes and that knew nothing of women, Patty still hadn’t figured why he was the way he was.
Dante opened an eye to see her impatiently waiting for an answer. “If I tell you, would you consider erasing … let’s say six sundaes of my tab?” He smirked, knowing Patty would not resist the curiosity to know more about him.
“That could be arranged. But your story better be good!”
STRAWBERRY SUNDAE
One more step and this would be the furthest Dante had ever been from his house. Of course, he had dared follow Vergil down to that weird old man’s house to secretly spy on his brother, wondering what was so interesting and fun in keeping a wrinkly company but he had never stepped a foot in the city. Never could. The only time he had tried and had somehow managed to go down the hill of his red home without tumbling down the steep rocky stairs and lay even just a toe on the urban pavement he was now standing on, his father and his sharp demonic earring had found him and brought him back home with a firm grip around the collar of his white shirt. Sparda had scolded him so much that day that even Vergil hadn’t dared smirking.
But here he was. Wet, trembling and cold, under a pouring rain, wondering where to go, what to do, both feet on the pavement, his tiny arms holding on tight to his father’s sword which was way bigger than he was. He had never been so terrified, so alert, his blue eyes widened and scanning all his surroundings in every direction possible like a poor defenceless animal fearing for its life, wondering if a deadly predator was secretly watching him crouched in the thickest shadow, the same kind of predator that took his mother and brother away from him.
He wanted to call for help, ask someone, anyone for guidance but he didn’t know whom to trust or if he could trust anyone. All he knew was that he had to be strong, that he had to be a big boy, a man. That’s what his mother had told him before leaving, before … A tear streamed down his childish face. Not the first one tonight. He wiped it with his sooty knuckle but a new one appeared, bigger and more painful. It stung his eye and he cried harder. A devil should not cry but he was so tired. And he wanted his mama. And he wanted his big brother. But they were gone and behind him, his house up the hill was just a pile of smoking ash and burnt bricks.
“Why are you crying?” Dante jumped and his small yet strong grip grabbed a hold of Rebellion’s hilt. It took his eyes a short second to fall upon the face of a little girl holding a green frog-shaped umbrella above both their heads. “Are you lost?” She said as she tried to catch a glimpse of Dante’s face hidden behind layers of soot and wet hair. “Is it a real sword?”
“Don’t touch it!” Dante growled, pressing his father’s sword tighter against his chest, shielding it from the curious child as she tried to put her fingers on the legendary weapon. It had seen Vergil do that countless of times. And though it never worked with him, it formidably worked with the child in front of him. “It’s my dad’s.”
“Is your dad a knight?” She questioned with amazed (colour) eyes, imagining heroes in shining armours resembling the ones in the stories her mother would read her before bed. “My dad is the Legendary Dark Knight.” Dante spat, scowling behind his silver hair falling over his eyes, a pitiful and vain attempt at sending the little girl packing. After all, to her eyes, he didn’t look impressive at all, more like a wet small kitten that someone had abandoned in the street.
She shrugged “My dad doesn’t have a sword and he is not a legendary dark prince or whatever but he has a mighty spatula and his strawberry sundaes are the best in the whole kingdom!” She exclaimed with an over-the-top enthusiasm that made Dante’s weary frown even more pronounced. “That’s the name of my father’s diner.” She pointed at the pinkish red neon sign across the street. Kingdom’s diner. “You’re hungry?” Dante thought he wasn’t until he heard a rumbling in his tummy. Yes, maybe he was even though his heart was preoccupied by other things than hunger. “Come on. Follow me.”
He hesitated for a few seconds, watching the girl cross the crowded street in her way-too-large yellow oilskin - which was probably not hers now that he thought about it – and feeling the rain pouring on his shivering body again. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
With one last look at his destroyed home up on the hill, Dante finally took a step towards the girl waiting for him by the warm neon lights of the diner. And he took another step, and another, feeling a weird weight forming in his stomach. A mix of apprehension and hope. Apprehension of what’s waiting in this unknown land and hope that his father would suddenly appear and bring him back home. But once more, Sparda never showed up and the child was left alone.
Dante had never ventured that far away from home but he had no home anymore, right?
The diner was warm and cosy, with red plastic booth seats and speckled grey linoleum-covered tables that were incredibly clean and shiny. On the walls there were vintage-like pictures of old cars, old advertisements and old Hollywood stars who were almost all complete strangers to Dante apart from a glamorous blond woman with a weird mole and another one with a tiara and a cigarette holder. Pretty sure he had seen them both in some boring movies he had seen – or slept through - with his mother and Vergil. Mama. Vergil. He missed them already. Terribly.
A new tear fell along his cold cheek and Dante looked down, devastated that he would never see them again; guilty that he could not save them, angry that his father had not been there to protect them. And with his wet sorrow came scorching flashes and piercing screams. But soon they were covered by the sound of weird music sizzling in a machine that looked like from another time. “I always listen to music when I feel bad. I like music. Do you like music?” She was impossibly chatty but deep down Dante knew it was only to take his mind off whatever she thought he was thinking about. After all, he would use the same trick on his brother. “There are a hundred of songs in this jukebox.” So that was this hellish machine was. A jukebox. “Pick one. I’ll make some strawberry sundae” She smiled and disappeared behind the counter which was way too high for Dante to see what she was doing. “Oh but don’t play the music too loud. My parents are sleeping upstairs.”
He didn’t know how it worked but he thought that pushing a button would do the trick. And so he did. And he almost fell on his butt when the jukebox started shaking and doing weird sizzling noises. Had he just broken it? “I… I” He mumbled pointing at the machine and the girl’s childish head popped up from behind the counter a bit like a funny rabbit leaves his hole. “Kick it!” She said and Dante looked at her, harrumphed and unsure he had heard right. His mother never allowed him to kick anything … especially not Vergil … and he kicked Vergil a lot … because he deserved it.
“There!�� The girl approached and gave the dying machine a small yet firm kick that made it come back to life. “It does that sometimes.”
“What’s with all the racket?” A loud voice growled and a man with tousled and sparse black hair appeared from upstairs. Only wearing an old navy blue robe over a white t-shirt and a pair of checked slippers, he looked asleep and yet angry. “Y/N what are you doing … up?” His somewhat aggressiveness turned into confusion when he saw Dante standing next to his beloved daughter. He blinked a couple times and shook his head to make sure he was perfectly awake and not dreaming. What was this boy doing in his restaurant? All wet and covered in soot? “Who are you?” He managed to voice.
Dante opened his mouth though unsure what to answer. “He’s my friend.” The girl replied. “Your friend?” She nodded vigorously. “I was making him a strawberry sundae.”
If there was two things Mister Y/LN had a soft spot for, it was food – sugary and greasy food – and his precious daughter Y/N. She was his little princess, his only daughter, the apple of his eye (even when there was sleep crust in its corner like right now). He could not refuse her anything and could not stay mad at her for more than a couple of minutes to the great disappointment of his wife. And even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t help it.
“Y/N” He sighed and went to kneel in front of his daughter. “You cannot invite a little boy that late at night. I’m sure his parents must be very worried.” He glanced at Dante who looked down his brown boots hiding his eyes yet again behind his silver hair. What curious hair. “But since he is here, let’s eat those strawberry sundaes.” The little girl grinned and ran back to finish her creamy dessert with an enthusiasm that made the man smile for a small second.
Even though Mister Y/LN was weak for his daughter he was still a man of reason. Something deep in his guts was telling him something was wrong with that kid and the last thing he wanted was trouble. Who was he? Where did he come from? What happened to him? Where were his parents? Was he some kind of street kid? A child of drug dealers from the rough areas of Red Grave? Should he call the police? Maybe so. Certainly so. They would certainly know what to do. It was their job after all. He was just a cook, a sleepy cook. What could he do, except offering that scrawny kid a strawberry sundae? “Why don’t you sit, boy?” He waved at the stool and Dante climbed on it without saying a word. “I’ll be right back.”
“So what’s your name?” The little girl said as she placed two coupe glasses filled with cream, ice cream and strawberries right before Dante’s eyes that immediately ogled at the dessert with greediness. So much sugar, so much cream, so many strawberries. He loved chocolate, but this, this looked like even better than chocolate and his stomach seemed to agree.
Excited to taste it, he went to grab the spoon that was placed by the couple but was immediately stopped. “Wait. I’m not done.” Y/N shouted and, with a frown and the tip of her pink tongue out, cautiously topped both sundaes with a cherry and two pink wafers. “There. Now you can eat it.” She barely had time to finish the sentence that Dante quickly stuffed a generous spoonful in his tiny mouth. OH GOD! If his mother saw him right now eating so much sugar in the middle of the night she would be furious. But this was the most delicious thing in the world. After pizza of course.
He ate another spoonful, and another, humming after each, as he was slowly reaching a comforting sugary paradise. “I’m guessing you like it.” The little girl giggled, laughing at his mouth as round as a balloon and the cream running from the corner of his lips. Dante froze at the laugh and stare at her with a blush creeping up his inflated cheeks until he swallowed with a big gulp. “Yeah.” He confessed and Y/N smiled at the small amount of joy she caught in his childish voice.
“You still haven’t told me your name. I’m Y/N by the way.” She reached out to shake his hand and Dante stared at it for a few seconds, remembering what his mother had told him as she hid him a wardrobe.
You must change your name. Forget your past and start a new life as someone else. But who could he be? And could he be someone else? After all, he had always been Dante, the restless daredevil son of Sparda and Eva and annoying little brother to Vergil who always picked a fight for fun and found ways to be involved in new kinds of mischiefs.
There was a silence, heavy and pregnant, as the boy tried to answer the questions in his confused little head and as the girl patiently waited for him to talk. And only the lively music from the jukebox could be heard in the room. And it sang to Dante ‘Hey there Anthony boy. Why are you in such a rush (go!). The girl, she wanna talk to you. Look at him, how he blush (go!)’ giving birth to his new identity. A new beginning.
“I’m Anthony.” He finally grabbed her hand and she shook it with a smile that he tried to mimic. An effort he thought he would have never done tonight but that he did for her. Calm down, Tony me boy. “Tony for short.”
“Well nice to meet you, Tony. I’m sure we’re going to be good friends.”
And with a new spoonful of strawberry sundae he said goodbye to Dante. Hey there, Anthony boy!
***
“That was a lovely story, Dante. Sad but lovely.” Patty finally declared after being incredibly silent during Dante’s childhood story. A first. “Glad you liked it.” Dante said with a small smile that was barely concealing the sadness that this memory had brought back. “So does that mean those six sundaes are off my tab?”
“I guess so.” She shrugged as she drank the ice cream in her coupe.
“Great.” He winked and stood up, throwing a bill on the table before putting his long red coat on. “So … you love strawberry sundaes because they were the first things that gave you comfort after you lost your mom?”
“No, I love strawberry sundaes because they remind me why humans are sometimes worth fighting for.”
But mostly, he liked them because they reminded him of someone who had helped him build a new life, someone who had given him kindness, generosity and love when he thought that all he could expect from life was sorrow and pain. They reminded him of you.
Yes, that’s why he loved strawberry sundaes.
#devil may cry#dante#devil may cry fanfiction#dmc fanfiction#dante fanfiction#dante x reader#strawberry sundae
31 notes
·
View notes
Note
do you think nero is a oops baby? or does vergil have some secret plan for him
Good question nonnie!
This is the question all of the DMC fans are asking themselves by this point, and I just want to state right off the bat that these are only my theories and thoughts on what the heck is going on in the lovely plot holed world of Devil May Cry.
COULD NERO BE AN ‘ OOPS ’ BABY?
While difficult to believe—– this COULD be a potential possibility. As closed off as he wants to be, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that he might have had relations with a human woman ( despite his distaste towards humans and how out of character it is for him ). His relation with whoever this woman is, was extraordinarily brief during this time, and Vergil left Fortuna.
A lot of people speculate that the woman that turned around to look at Vergil in the DMC4SE game, is Nero’s mother. I personally believe this theory to be way too much of a stretch, ‘subtle storytelling’ be damned. Not only would it have been difficult for her to have run into Vergil a second time, from what we’ve seen throughout Vergil’s story is that he hates humans and that he doesn’t seem the kind that would take interest in the quiet religious girl. Her turning around is more than likely the simple case that she’s the youngest of two women that walk into frame, and that her turning around was just a thing of her being sensitive to the presence of a stranger in the town of Fortuna. If Vergil were to sleep with anyone, it would probably be someone that was helping him gain more information about Sparda’s legacy, and even THIS is rather suspect.
If he did impregnate anyone, he more than likely left Fortuna without knowing that he left behind a woman with child.
For all we know, Vergil could have also been exploited against his will, having endured countless years of torture and had any kind of freedom violated and aggressively stripped away from him. This is one of the ways that I could see that could lead to Nero’s conception, especially with the mention in DMC4 where the Order of the Sword created the Bianco and Alto Angelos from fragments of Nelo Angelo’s armor, and not to mention that The Order managed to locate and obtain Yamato ( which I can’t imagine had left the demon world after it shattered and Vergil lost to Mundus ), then maybe it’s possible that they managed to get their hands on something else, some kind of ESSENCE or soul fragment of sorts that they were able to implant in a human woman. While this is a rather morbid theory, it’s one that I came up with while theorizing about the entire thing and Nero’s origins, and it’s one that also struck me as somewhat plausible in terms of DMC’s story, and the one I kind of tend to stick with in my theorizing.
NOT AN OOPS BABY?
This one’s a little more difficult, because it would have to mean that he had previous relations with a woman and that he actually planned to have Nero. Vergil is a man narrowly focused on his goals, and any distractions, to him, are an absolute waste of time. It would also mean that a human woman would have had to have hung around Vergil enough, that it finally led him to sleeping with her. We all know that Vergil was raised in complete isolation, and that relationships do little to deter him from what he wants ( ex. His willingness to kill Dante in order to achieve his goal of obtaining more power/their father’s legacy ). If he’s capable of doing that to his own brother, I doubt that he would allow himself to draw so close to another individual, much less a human woman. If that IS the case, then Vergil could have potentially been planning to use Nero as some kind of fail-safe, that if he were to fail the first time in his path to power, Yamato could at least find its way to into the hands of someone with Sparda’s bloodline to become its master. This could have been done in order to serve as a way to save Vergil the inevitable battle that would ensue if he were to run into Dante when Vergil sets out to retrieve Yamato ( because I’m sure we all know that that’s what would more than likely go down if Dante and Vergil were to meet up again ). BUT. That would have to mean that Vergil knew that he was going to lose to Dante from the beginning, which I doubt is the case. Much less know that he would end up facing against Mundus after his defeat against Dante at the end of DMC3. Which, if he didn’t suspect Arkham’s betrayal halfway into the game from the beginning, then I doubt him believing that he could potentially lose against Dante would be a thought to cross his mind. He’s too prideful for that line of thought.
SLIGHT SPOILERS.
All in all, I don’t believe that Vergil knows that Nero is his son. This, I say because merely by having watched the leaks and seen the brief interaction that ensues between Nero and Vergil, he actually seems a bit more curious about Nero aside from the fact that he has Yamato. While of course, nothing is confirmed and this is only speculation, seeing that Vergil mentioned nothing about Nero himself, I do believe it’s a similar case where, like Dante, he sensed the blood of Sparda running through Nero’s veins, but doesn’t bother, nor cares to question Nero’s origins. I don’t believe Nero was planned, but neither do I believe that Vergil suddenly strayed from his quest for power in order to have sexual relations with a woman on the side. Devil May Cry always has a funny way of going about things and seeing that we can’t infer anything from any of the novels for 1 or 4 that came out to have any impact on the game plot ( since they’ve been confirmed to be non-canon to the plot ), it ends up leaving even more room for speculation on how Nero was conceived, and little more than bare threads to try and string together in a coherent story. It doesn't help that Devil May Cry’s story isn’t the main focus of development in the previous games as much as the actual gameplay mechanics are. In my mind, I believe that Nero is some kind of ‘ oops ’ baby, but not exactly in the conventional way most people would assume.
Unfortunately none of us will know that truth behind Nero’s origins until it’s finally brought to light in the plot of DMC5, but those are kind of my thoughts on the whole situation surrounding the mystery of Nero’s origins.
#Vergil Sparda#Vergil#Devil May Cry#DMC#Nero Sparda#DMC spoilers#♚ ` ᴇʟᴅʀɪᴛᴄʜ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ｡ﾟﾟ Anonymous#♚ ` ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛs ᴋɴᴇᴇs ｡ﾟﾟ Answered#CAPCOM is literally just leaving us in the dark about these two tbh#like I'll begrudgingly accept that Nero is Vergil's son but in my mind it still doesn't make a lick of sense#and tbh I still scratch my head over it because CAPCOM sure seems to love their illegitimate kids plotpoint in games.#long post //
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
hc; og dante 6
TONY REDGRAVE
This is a ssssort of comprehensive-ish headcanon for the years between Eva’s death and DMC3 --- yes, I am using both the DMC novel (since at least a huge chunk of it is confirmed canon, which is the Best because I always loved that novel) and the DMC3 manga. Mind that this is connected to my main Vergil, @multiimuse.
“You must run. By yourself, alone. You must change your name. Forget your past and start a new life as someone else.” That was all the boy knew --- those words, and his lifeless mother, draped on the front steps of their house in a pool of blood. He’d screamed her name so many times, but she never got up. All he had as that memory, the memory of demons, and the huge sword he clutched to his chest, dragged along beside him. Eventually he almost convinced himself that the sword is what told him those things --- everything was a blur otherwise, even his name. In his daze, the ten year old saw a street sign: Red Grave City, and...maybe an old comic book, one he vaguely remembered loving, a man named Tony...something. It never really mattered. In the end the boy that found his way to another nearby city was calling himself Tony Redgrave, and he knew two things: his mother was killed by demons, and he had to get strong enough to kill them, too.
The years from ages ten to seventeen are pretty much all blurred together. He traveled, fought, got stronger. Coasted by in shelters, in alleyways, sleeping in the streets or wherever he could get a roof over his head whether it was in a gas station or a bathroom of a nightclub or some chick’s bedroom. Stole food at first til he started making money. And making money any way he could (any way) until people started noticing he was good at fighting, good at killing. (He didn’t like killing, but it’s what he had to do until he got his foot in the door.)
He killed a man for the first time when he was eleven, some creep in an alley who thought he was pretty and had a gun just in case he said no: he didn’t expect him to say no with his sword.
He started getting mercenary jobs eventually, and though he couldn’t discriminate at first, he made enough of a name for himself while traveling that the could be picky. And he was picky --- if he wasn’t feeling a job, if it didn’t seem interesting or feel...right, somehow, if there was too much wanton violence, no thanks. Other than that, if he took a job, it’d get done and done well.
Demons were on his ass constantly, nothing big, but they were always turning up. He got good at killing them, and it felt good. It felt good to be stronger than what killed Mommy.
Tony cultivated his persona --- loud, obnoxious, childish, always ready with a quip or a joke, flashy and flamboyant --- to psyche others out and to keep himself at ease. It was easy to be a joker, a jester, messing around and never taking anything seriously. It protected him. It felt right, too, like maybe part of him really was like that, or had been at one point, but a lot of it was just staged. He was lonely on the inside, desperately so, sad and thoughtful and introspective. Even so, he was childish in a lot of ways, especially his taste for sweets and his crooked smile. That wasn’t all an act, either.
He was a flirt, liked women --- went out on dates with girls that caught his interest, but quickly learned that it was something they liked to tease him about, his nightmares; girls could be cruel and vicious when their big tough mercenary date called out for his mother in his sleep. He started trying not to spend the night after sex, after a while. Easier to keep them off you if they didn’t hear it. (He liked to think he was good with women, but he knew he wasn’t.)
When he was seventeen, he rolled into a new city, the one where Bobby’s Cellar resided, and took up shop there, so to speak. His propensity for mercy and his pickiness with jobs kind of shook the entire underworld of the city, getting the mercenaries at Bobby’s into a loose guild (while making Tony a lot of enemies), and it was there he met an older man named Grue, a scruffy type with three young daughters and a recently-deceased wife. The older mercenary took Tony under his wing, as did the famous gunsmith, Nell Goldstein, who he went to with requests for guns.
Tony liked guns; he was better with a sword, but he’d picked up guns quickly and they were fun to use, but he was too hard on them, and broke them constantly. Nell yelled at him for it, but always made him new ones.
He met two agents at the time, two middlemen who took advantage of the changing atmosphere of the underworld to peddle business at Bobby’s --- Enzo and Morrison. Enzo was his main contact, Morrison handling other people, but they both did cross paths. (Enzo would retire not long after he turned nineteen, and Morrison stepped into be his new main contact; they’ve been close ever since.)
This went on for two years --- the longest Tony had ever stayed in one place, but Grue and Nell were so kind --- until a man named Gilver turned up, carrying a katana and wrapped in bandages. In the month or two that followed, an increasing amount of disaster struck, until Dante had woken, standing alone in the ashes of Tony’s life, staring at the floor where the man that must have been his twin brother had vanished.
Gilver...both was and was not Vergil. He was at first, having finally found his brother and knowing no other way to approach but combat, being supremely awkward, and unable to express his jealousy or other strange feelings towards the brother who had forgotten him, but who had a life. Yes, that victim of the drinking contest was Vergil. But so was the man who took the job for the Oz Club and killed them all after the Club put a hit on Tony. However, he was not Gilver for very long after that.
Mundus had sent a trio of demon brothers, demon monkeys named Mizaru, Kikazaru, and Iwazaru, to kill both sons of Sparda while they were in the same place. The leader, Iwazaru, set up a rift in the basement of a sanatorium, slowly leaking demons and demonic power into the city as it grew a despair tree --- this was the tree that devoured the eldest daughter of Grue, the tree Tony burnt to the ground as he killed Iwazaru --- but the other two brothers had their own jobs. Kikazaru went after Gilver, distracting and harming him and dragging him away from the city, while Mizaru took his form.
Mizaru was the Gilver that murdered Grue, hurt Nell, destroyed Bobby’s Cellar. Mizaru was the vicious Gilver, the one that slaughtered wantonly. Mizaru was the one that opened a rift in Bobby’s with the blood of the mercenaries there, the one that nearly ruthlessly slaughtered Dante. It played on the memories and appearance it received from stealing Vergil’s face, tormenting Dante with the perceived loss of his brother as the demon died.
By the time Vergil killed Kikazaru and made it back to that city, everything he’d known was in ruins and Tony...Dante was gone.
Dante fled that city after it ended, finding another city --- Gainsmouth, a city near his hometown of Red Grave --- and setting up shop there, eventually opening a storefront with money he scraped together. He was working on the name when an incident (the Alice job) occurred, leading him to cross paths again with Vergil, who had just met Arkham. Believing Vergil to have been Gilver the whole time, Dante was hurt and angry, but their reunion was short-lived. They would reunite at Temen-ni-Gru a few months later, a year after the Gilver incident.
Other Notes:
Enzo retired soon after the Alice job, and Dante met Morrison then, and formally began working with him after Temen-ni-Gru.
Because of the incident with the sanatorium, Dante has a mild phobia of hospitals in general.
Dante used the last of his savings as Tony to open up bank accounts for Grue’s other daughters, Nesty and Tiki, and a chunk of his earnings every month goes to them. He hasn’t been back to see them since he’s persona non grata in that city, but Morrison visits, and he passes on well wishes both ways.
Dante as himself is far more comfortable in his jokey and flippant persona, but it really isn’t all he is; he’s still quiet and thoughtful at times, consistently melancholy when alone, and after Mallet prone to bouts of severe depression. Coping is easier was the jokey, casual, sarcastic asshole, though, and it isn’t like it isn’t genuine, so it helps him to keep that up much of the time. He’s still somewhat less--- intense about it as Dante than he was as Tony, though. DMC3 Dante was the closest to Tony, still, with so much overlap, but he grew into something a little more mature and toned down, if still. Like That.
6 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hey Jo, how does one get into knitting or embroidery or crocheting????? You talk about it sometimes and I would love to get into it but alas I know nothing
Thank you so much for asking this question! I loooove talking about this stuff.
The best way to learn any of these crafts is directly from someone else, because you can have your questions answered right away, and they can help you fix your mistakes before they become problems. If you know someone who crafts in the ways you’re interested in, don’t be afraid to ask if they’re willing to teach you! I personally love showing people how to knit/crochet.
But if you don’t know anyone (and you can afford it), places like JoAnn’s or your local yarn store often offer beginner classes. Youtube is also great!! I’m currently learning how to make socks from a youtube series. Just be sure that if you go this route, you’re watching videos that correspond to your handedness until you’ve got it down pat.
I haven’t done much embroidery. I mostly just admire it, because I find it beautiful but exhausting. It’s significantly more time consuming than knitting or crochet – you sit for hours and only get a few square inches of color out of it. (This is also true of knitting socks, however.) You’ll probably stab yourself much more frequently, too. But if you find such things fulfilling and that’s where you want to invest your time and money, there are plenty of how-to’s on youtube!
I’ll let you choose what you think would be best to start with. Here are the basic materials you’ll need for each!
Knitting:
Knitting needles! I recommend starting with straight needles in size 8 or thereabouts if you’re just wanting to try it out. They come in metal, bamboo, and acrylic. Which you go with doesn’t really matter, but some people have complained that metal is too slippery for their taste, and I’ve snapped several acrylic needles by accident.
Worsted weight yarn in your preferred color. Here’s a good guide to yarn weights – the little skein with the number is a symbol you’ll find printed on most (branded, not handspun/small batch) labels. I would start with acrylic yarn, since it’s cheap, but you can use whatever you’re drawn to.
Tapestry/Yarn needles, which are fat silver needles with a dull point and an eye big enough to draw yarn through. You’ll use it to weave your tails in after you’re done.
OPTIONAL: Point protectors, stitch markers, and a small crochet hook. Point protectors are little rubber stoppers for the ends of your needles. It saves you from stabbing yourself in the butt, and also from dropping stitches when you aren’t working. You don’t usually need them; I generally just stab my needles through the skein of yarn. As for stitch markers, they help you keep track of knitting/purling/turns/etc. You probably won’t need them until you want to start making things like socks, sweaters, etc. And you don’t have to get anything costly – I use tiny split keyrings and small safety pins. The crochet hook is especially helpful for picking up dropped stitches – I use my smallest hook for that, 1.5mm, but you can also muddle through with your fingers, or rip out a row.
How to cast on + How to knit + How to purl + How to cast off = Now you can make a simple scarf!
Note: There are two ways of knitting – English and Continental [comparison video]. I learned English, and am re-learning Continental because it’s faster.
Crochet:
Crochet hook(s). 4mm is a good middle-of-the-road size to start with. Unlike knitting needles, you only need one full set because they don’t come in different lengths, only different diameters. They’re usually about $2 per hook, but if you want chunky, easy-to-hold handles then the price can hike up to $7 each, and even more if they’re handmade.
Worsted weight yarn, see above.
Tapestry/Yarn needles, see above.
Stitch markers are, again, optional. They’re usually only necessary for circular/tube crochet, which is something you probably won’t start off with (but you can!)
How to chain, How to single crochet, How to double crochet
How to make a granny square. Make a few hundred of these and you’ve got yourself a blanket!
Embroidery:
Embroidery needles
DMC thread (draw an arm’s length out and separate the strands – six is almost always too many)
Fabric [how to choose a fabric]
Embroidery hoops. Wood is cheaper than plastic, but plastic doesn’t loosen as much while you work.
Thimble
Optional but recommended items include such things as a pin cushion, a needle minder, and a water-soluble pen for transferring designs onto fabric. I use a pencil.
Other advice:
The absolute best place to find knitting and crochet patterns is ravelry.com. You have to sign up to search patterns, but it doesn’t cost you anything, many of the patterns are free, and it’s a great way to organize your projects!
One thing to take into consideration is that if you’re a person with a somewhat short attention span, or who just prefers to have multiple projects going at once for whatever reason, knitting can be a huge pain. Your work has to stay on your needles until you’re done with the project, and since a lot of patterns use the same size needles, you either gotta buy multiples or you sit around working on a project until you loathe looking at it. With crochet, however, you only have one active stitch at a time, so you can just pull the working yarn out into a big loop, wrap it around your skein, and use the hook for something else without fear of it all unravelling!
If you’re planning on shopping at a big yarn store, Michael’s is almost always cheaper than JoAnn’s, and they always always always have coupons on their website. (As does Hobby Lobby, but they’re expensive and mean so like. Shop at your own risk lol.) Local yarn stores tend to be hecking expensive (needles I pay $8 for at a craft store cost $15 at my LYS) and they’re also often…..elitist. You wouldn’t expect something like this to be clique-y, but here we are.
If you want a low-key place to knit or crochet with other people, public libraries almost always have a group that meets every week or two. Look it up online or ask your local librarian!
I hope you find a craft that suits your fancy! Feel free to ask me more specific questions if you have them. :)
#that goes for everyone#i love helping people get started with stuff like this!#knitting#crochet#needlework#anonymous#replies
36 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
transformers-insanity
Wham Bam in the Van!!!
phantasmagi
clown central
newresearchcorner
New Research Corner
addzetadvertisingmedia
Untitled
snaper34
Untitled