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Last couple months have been hellishly busy for me, but I am honestly hyped as HELL to share my five page (!!!) Kiribaku comic with you all in our zine, Invictus!
It's been such an adventure to work as the graphics moderator on this zine, and the theme of "scars" is one that really resonates with me. I've had a long fight to live with my own, more emotional than physical, and going out of my comfort zone with this dialogue-free piece has helped me express those difficulties in ways my writing never has.
Pre-orders close on September 30th. I really hope you consider supporting us~
link is [here]
Reblogs are appreciated!
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Breaking news from the front
INVICTUS: A KRBK Scars Zine is now available for pre-order! This digital-only anthology zine explores the stories their physical, emotional and mental scars tell.
Our shop is OPEN until September 30th
Check out our bundles below!
UNBREAKABLE ($10+) is the SFW bundle containing our main zine with 200+ pages of canonverse and AU stories, as well as our phone wallpapers by @nicomyrna!
ABSOLUTE VICTORY ($15+) is our big bundle containing the SFW main zine (200+ pages), the phone wallpapers, and a NSFW add-on zine with 100+ additional pages of spicy KRBK content!
Our shop features a pay-what-you-want function in case you want to add an individual tip to your order. Thank you for your support!
More info on this zine: invictuszine.carrd.co
Got any questions? curiouscat.live/invictus_KRBK
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Fix You
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gfQRET3
by Kallistos
In the aftermath of a rescue mission gone wrong, Kirishima is overcome with nightmares that he can't seem to escape from. With nowhere left to turn, Kirishima finds himself texting the one person he never thought he'd speak to again.
For the INVICTUS: KiriBaku Scars Zine
Words: 4665, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of INVICTUS Zine
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, It's gonna hurt, Kirishima is not a ray of sunshine, Implied/Referenced Torture, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Light BDSM, Eventual Smut
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gfQRET3
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My part for @invictuszine I drew in the topic of the twins’ happy childhood memory. Thank you for having me!
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These are my illustration piece plus charm design for the @invictuszine ! I had a good time there participating with so many great artists and writers, as well as friends that are in the same fandom as well!
#devil may cry#dmc#dante sparda#vergil sparda#artists on tumblr#invictus zine#chibis#squishy chibis#squish them all#callus ran#its the boys having a good time what else can you ask for
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“The Omega and The Legendary”
I have the honor to be the contributor of @invictuszine as I got the topic of aesthetic drawing of the twin. This is my first DMC zine and the second time I joined a zine project. I got the chance to meet the wonderful and friendly fellow artists and admins. I would like to thank @copper-wasp for having me in the project and being an awesome and enthusiastic admin that create a passionate environment for the artists, so we can do art and fic for the fandom we love so much. Thank you so much Invictus Zine.
#vergil#dante#devil may cry#devil may cry 5#dmc v#dmc#fugeoni#invictus zine#artist on tumblr#digital painting#I was thinking about the progress chart#but heck idk
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Finally my @invictuszine arrived! 🙌🏻😍
The physical zine is amazing! Can‘t wait for the weekend to find some time to read all those wonderful fanfics! 👌🏻
Thanks again to @copper-wasp for her hard work! 😘
#Betty Babble#devil may cry#vergil#dante#fanzine#dmc fanzine#devil may cry fanzine#invictus zine#invictus
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To Silence a Devil
So this was my piece for the @invictuszine, a zine lovingly put together by a group of wonderful contributors and the amazing @copper-wasp who made the whole thing a reality. To anyone who ordered the zine, thank you very much and I hope it makes it to you safely (super soft cover and all if you ordered the physical one!) and if not, I hope you enjoy this piece and all of the others that are being posted!
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“Hey Dante, is everything ok? You haven’t been out since we came back from the Temen-Ni-Gru.” Lady walked solemnly towards where Dante was seated, concern clear on her features.
Humans, the deep, bestial voice echoed once again in his mind, so weak. She would look so much more delicious with her skin torn open. It would be so easy for us, Dante.
“Piss off!” he screamed in a voice barely his own, smashing his fist against the desk which splintered under the impact. “Just leave me alone!”
Lady stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide, sucking in a heavy gasp of air as her expression dropped along with her jaw. Body tense, she reached towards her gun reflexively, taking a slow step back, eyes unblinking as she watched his shoulders slump and head hang heavy.
“Fine,” she lowered her gun, posture still stiff, “if that’s what you really want, I’ll leave you to your self-pity.” She stepped back towards the door, throwing a piece of card to the floor in her wake. “I only came here to help... I’ll still be here when you decide you need it.” Barely holding her voice together, she slammed the door, leaving Dante alone once more.
“I hope you know those words were meant for you, demon.” A deep laugh reverberated through his mind.
“I am more than aware, Dante. We are one, after all, you and I. I hope you realise, there is nowhere for me to ‘piss off’ to. Just embrace me, let me in. You do not understand the power we hold together if you would just allow it.”
His heartbeat was racing at the creature’s words as he looked towards the palm of his left hand, at the cut through the glove that was made by the brother that ‘embraced’ his demon. The one whose strong sense of pride led to becoming the very thing Dante has fought against all this time and eventually, what lead to his undoing. His hand turned into a tight fist as he slammed against the desk again.
“Never. I’ll never become like him!”
“Oh, Dante; we could be so much more than that.”
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Silence hung heavy in the room, punctuated by the low hum of beaten air from the ceiling fan and the occasional uninhibited growl rising from the depths of Dante’s chest. He hated this, hated it; being alone with his own thoughts, with his own mind.
But what choice did he really have? What options did he have to choose from with the hand he’d been dealt?
Days had passed since the incident with Lady. Her contact card remained seemingly glued to the floor where it had been left, and Dante remained mostly rooted to the same spot. He had tried to sleep, to get a break, but his dreams only turned into nightmares haunted by the physical manifestation of the demon that plagues his thoughts in his waking hours.
He had tried to eat, but his disobedient body rejected most of what he consumed. During a final fit of hope, he called for a pizza, praying that his love for the crispy bread crust and melted cheese would be enough to overcome his body’s denial, a pleasant twinge of excitement igniting in his chest for the first time in days.
The smell of warm food filled his nostrils as a knock echoed through the room. Rising from his chair he choked back a groan, a sudden wave of nausea spreading through him as he took in deep breaths, the air filled suddenly with the heavy scent of something different, surrounding him until it felt as though he could swim through it.
He gripped the edges of the desk, keeping himself grounded as thoughts and images flashed through his mind, of how little he now cared about the steaming box of food and how suddenly he was craving the one that held it, of how wonderful his sharp teeth would feel digging into their soft-- he threw a hand over his mouth, swallowing down the bile that rose in his throat.
“This is so messed up. Just let me have this, stop filling my mind with your sick fantasies!” After a further knock on the door followed by a polite “hello?”, Dante’s nails were digging into the wood of the desk, raking lines across it in an attempt to ground himself.
“Why do you deny us? Your body is crying out for what it needs, you can end this pointless suffering now if you would just indulge us.”
His fingers became sharp, inhumanly clawed as the lines dug deeper and deeper until, with a dismissive “whatever”, the presence left the doorway and his senses began to calm. The edges of the desk cracked under his grip as he reclined in his chair, sighing once his head cleared of depraved thoughts.
It was becoming difficult to fight back; the demon stood proudly on the borderline of his consciousness, a few mere moments away from taking over during a moment of weakness. He was exhausted, watching his hands slowly reverting back to human skin, shuddering at the thought of how unnatural the soft flesh appeared through his eyes.
“I’m not indulging you with anything, ya hear me.”
Confident that the human was now well out of reach, Dante rose from his chair and wandered towards the door, each footstep feeling heavier than the last.
Within seconds, his whole body tensed, senses screaming out as the scent of a demon caught his overly sensitive nostrils. He dove back towards the desk, swiftly grabbing Ebony and Ivory just as the sound of smashing glass filled the room, as time seemed to slow.
His body was in hyperdrive, eyes flickering between the multiple Hell Prides that fell alongside the shattered shards of glass. He raised his twin guns to point and shoot at the two furthest away, landing a shot clean between their eyes, dissolving them to dust before they had reached the floor.
“Pathetic.”
The voice boomed in his head. For once Dante agreed, opening his mouth to acknowledge the statement before being abruptly cut off.
“Not them; you.”
His mouth hung open, wordless breaths being all he could form. He’d been called a lot over the past week, but no words had been spoken with such malice. The question hung on the tip of his tongue before it was answered for him.
“You hold your pathetic weapons as if they offer you some kind of comfort. You are a demon, Dante; act like it”
His guns dropped to the floor as he watched the scales envelop his hands once more, spreading up his arms, the heat invigorating him with a newfound energy as his breaths became hot and laboured.
He felt the warmth spreading up his spine, his heartbeat speeding up uncomfortably, the sound of blood rushing in his ears blocking out all surrounding sounds as he watched the glass silently hit the floor through suddenly too focussed eyes.
His hands balled into fists at his side as anger spread through him, a rage only comparable to when he triggered for the first time atop the tower. A sudden understanding spread through him as he smiled; smiled for the first time in days. A hellish grin full of sharp teeth and malicious intent followed by a deep laughter that threatened to explode from his chest.
“Yessss…” he spoke in a voice he didn’t recognise as his own, “I’ll tear them apart.”
His body lunged forward, newly formed wings spread wide, grabbing and pinning one of the hell prides by the throat. He felt a faint sensation in his arm as he glanced to see the scythe buried into his flesh.
He laughed; deep, demonic, from the depths of his chest as he inhaled the scent of fear that suddenly enveloped his senses.
“Cower, weakling.” His fist tightened, revelling as the demon squirmed under his grasp momentarily before his claws met crushing it as it turned to dust. A satisfied growl left his throat as he turned, leaping towards another.
He clawed, essentially tearing the demon in two, adrenaline and heat coursing through him in quantities he had never experienced before.
The demons continued to flood into the room as Dante continued his carnage, ripping demons apart, gutting the larger demons that followed, turning his shop into a bloody mess.
Joy; it was the only word he could use to describe how he--or the demon-- felt, looking on at the slaughter he had caused with his bare hands, his mind the clearest it had been since before the tower.
His body slowly began to sober, his trigger fading as his body returned to its own, the pleased lull of the satisfied demon floating at the back of his mind. His stomach grumbled as he walked single-mindedly towards the door, snatching up the pizza resting on the doorstep.
Throwing it onto his desk, he grabbed a slice, sucking in a breath tentatively as he took the first bite. He almost shed a tear over how amazing it tasted, his stomach gladly accepting the gift.
“So,” Dante spoke between greedy mouthfuls, “this enough for ya?” He pointed his crust around the room. “Not quite as human as you imagined, I’m sure, but they bleed all the same.”
“As long as they are weak, and you are strong. As long as they cower before us and accept our power, it will be enough to keep me sated.”
Dante hummed, eyes scanning the floor as he wandered, kicking aside dust and remains.
“Well if that’s the case then, we’re gonna have to set a few basic ground rules. And,” he leaned over, picking up the now off-white card, “we’re gonna need a whole lotta demons.” He chucked himself back into his chair, revelling in the quiet before sneering.
“Looks like I’m gonna have my work cut out for me.”
#devil may cry#dmc#dante#zine#fanfiction#Invictus zine#my fic#has also been posted to AO3 ^^#can't wait until the physical copy arrives!!!#I wanna touch the cover i've heard so much about!
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This zine is amazing! All the artists and writers in here are incredible and did an amazing job on it :3 Well done! Worth every penny.
#devil may cry 5#devil may cry 3#devil may cry#dante son of sparda#dante sparda#vergil son of sparda#dmc vergil#devil may cry vergil#vergil sparda#invictus zine
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Truce
Hi, guys! This was my contribution to the INVICTUS zine. Thanks again for having me, it was such a pleasure to work amongst such talented people. Enjoy!
Word count - 1,627
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---Vergil---
The shattered remains of the Qlipoth stood vigil as the two brothers circled each other on the already brutalized terrain. Their heavy breath fogged the chilly air of the Underworld, not a breeze to be found. Splashes of his kin’s blood stained his normally immaculate vest; his own was almost invisible on Dante’s crimson leather.
Vergil smirked. He’d drawn more blood.
My victory approaches.
Yet the thought lacked the satisfaction he expected. It didn’t make sense, defeating Dante was his goal for years, it was what drove him to split himself. Where was the sense of achievement? The glory? What changed?
Irrelevant. He tightened his grip on the Yamato and growled, setting his stance in preparation for a lunge. Dante followed suit, dropping into a low crouch and holding his blade defensively. No matter; he’d target lower. Perhaps a feint?
Ha darted forward and despite his adjustments, steel struck steel as Dante blocked. The flesh of his arms trembled from the reverberations. Icy crystal met stormy depths as their eyes locked and for a single heartbeat Vergil wondered what his life would look like if not for that one terrible night.
He blinked and the strange thought dissipated. Now wasn’t the time to get nostalgic, what was wrong with him? With barely a thought, he flashed away to regain his bearings.
But Dante didn’t relent. A streak of red and a familiar battle cry warned him just in time as the legendary devil hunter attacked with a flaming series of punches that would’ve shattered his ribs. Another perilous thought pierced his mental barricade as he guarded his core and dodged what he could.
What happened to us, brother?
A flash of cold steel; Vergil stepped to the side as Rebellion crashed down, forcing his attention back to the current moment. He raised Yamato and targeted Dante’s exposed rib cage.
A clang rattled up his arms as Dante blocked his calculated blow with his gauntlet. He pushed against it, using the red-clad man’s resistance to propel him a safe distance before he had a chance to retaliate.
You will never understand what I have endured. How could you?
The roads they walked were too different. Dante’s smooth and unblemished. Vergil’s, cratered and treacherous at every turn. Perhaps once they had a chance to walk the same path, but no longer.
If only it were that simple.
---Dante---
Damnit Vergil, I’m so sick of this!
Dante glared at his twin and sighed. He was so tired, all he wanted was a nap but stupid Vergil wouldn’t stop trying to kill him. It was nuts, didn’t he realize they’d never actually be able to kill each other?
Not with our heritage...
At this point, he attacked out of habit alone, lunging forward to strike at Vergil’s red-splattered chest. He knew the hit wasn’t going to land; it rarely did. His brother was too clever to fall for such a simple move and as expected, by the time he reached his target a slim blade blocked his way.
“Too slow, little brother,” Vergil taunted, darting to the side to aim a slice at Dante’s throat.
But what has trying to kill me ever gotten you?
The man in red ducked, dodging the blow with barely an inch to spare. Familiar spite and anger tinted his brother’s eyes, the same look as when he tried to pull the jerk to safety on the Temen-Ni-Gru. The same stubborn pride that kept him from accepting his twin’s hand. The same arrogance as when he chose to fall deeper into the Demon Realm instead of coming home at last.
When will it be enough? Just get over yourself!
Red leather danced out of the Yamato’s path as it searched for his flesh. It whistled through empty air, Vergil’s annoyed snarl echoing a beat later.
Dante spun on his heel and switched gears, pulling out his latest acquisition, nunchucks imbued with the power of Cerberus. He couldn’t resist letting out a few stylistic whoops as he flung the icy end right at Vergil’s knees.
A sharp hiss slipped through his brother’s clenched teeth as the blow landed. Once, they would’ve laughed over Dante finally managing to hit him.
Will we ever get back to that?
In a single fluid motion, the legendary devil hunter switched weapons once more to one of his favorites. Rebellion hummed in his grip as he swung it with a mighty grunt at the same kneecap.
Is it even worth trying to?
Sparks flew from where the brothers’ blades met, their minds battling as fiercely as their bodies. Red and blue leather rose and fell with every strained breath, sweat dripping from matching brows to mix with the blood soaking into the dirt. Neither would back down, not with the stubbornness they shared.
“Ready to admit defeat?” Vergil spat.
Dante barked a laugh, his eyes hazy with fatigue. “Heh, never… got ya right where I want you.”
The younger man blinked and his brother vanished, as if he never existed at all. Dante lowered his guard, turning in circles with confusion plain in his eyes. Vergil was fast, there was no ignoring that, but to vanish entirely? That was a new trick.
“We playing hide and seek now, or what?”
His panting breath hitched as a cacophonous ringing erupted nearby. Thin lines of sharp steel flashed to and fro in a dance of death on all sides. Dante cursed and lowered the walls within his mind, letting demonic power flood his senses as thick armor blossomed across his body. Ash tainted his tongue but he barely noticed as he felt an answering surge of power.
Shit! He’s right behind me!
He tried to react, but it was too late. A scorchingly hot hand latched onto his shoulder and held him still. A heartbeat later, the all-too-familiar caress of metal sliced through his body as Vergil drove the Yamato home, embedding the family heirloom deep in his side. Copper overwhelmed the ashen taste in his mouth and Dante spat, a thick gob of crimson to join all the rest. No matter how many times he got his sorry ass stabbed, it never got any less painful.
But he wasn’t considered the best in the biz for nothing. His lips split into a feral grin, teeth stained red as he drew his oldest friends and angled them through his own shoulders as the Yamato vacated his body, already angling for the next jab.
This is gonna suck…
Dante tensed and squeezed both triggers. Ebony and Ivory sang in his grip, bullet after bullet aimed through his body at his brother. Agony rippled across his skin as his scapula and ribs shattered and a howl parted his lips.
Vergil’s barely audible gasp marked his success, his hand falling from Dante’s shredded shoulder. The pain was unimaginable, but he shoved it aside. First things first.
Dante turned to find his twin on his knees, riddled with holes. His vest darkened as the man in blue took a wheezing breath, glaring promises of death at his brother. Pained gasps forced unnatural pauses in his words, and with each breath his icy eyes flashed with rage.
“I should've expected such... foolishness from you. You never needed... to learn tactics, after all. Not with the life you’ve lived.”
Oh, he cannot be serious.
“What, you think I had it easy just cuz I didn’t end up like you? Do you have any idea how many people, how many friends I’ve seen die?” he snapped back. The wounds in his chest itched already, healing every second he stayed in demon form. He couldn’t hold it much longer, just long enough to keep himself alive.
Vergil scoffed, a derisive sneer twisting his lips. “You weren’t left behind.”
You fucking dumbass.
Dante growled, the urge to strangle Vergil a powerful temptation. But maybe there was another choice.
He shuffled his feet in the bloodstained dirt, fingers twitching by his weapons in case Vergil made a move. This was a terrible idea, he knew it. He was just going to get stabbed again.
But he had to try.
Someone’s gotta go first. For Nero.
“Yeah, I was! She hid me in the damned closet and ran off to look for you,” he cried. “She never left you behind, Vergil. You’re the one that left us, asshat.”
The moment stretched into eternity. Emotions tugged at Vergil’s expression, none fully revealed but if you knew what to look for… A twitch of the cheek, a tiny furrow in the brow. The smallest of signals, but enough.
Damnit, this is weird. What do I do now?
He didn’t have a clue. All he knew was that he was tired of fighting, tired of bleeding and really tired of getting stabbed. Enough was enough, and Vergil sure as shit wasn’t going to spontaneously not want to murder him anymore. It was up to him.
Leather rustled as Dante stepped closer, holding a hand out to his brother despite the jangling warnings screaming at him to attack, finish him off while he had the advantage. He might never have a better chance.
Yeah, for Nero.
Instead of striking Vergil down, Dante spoke. “How about we take a break? You can kill me later.”
Vergil’s conflicted gaze darted to his own, a triumphant curl to his lips. “Are you finally surrendering?”
“You wish, jackass. Consider it a truce.”
Hesitation colored those blue eyes so like his. Suspicion and hope mixed into guarded acceptance as a trembling hand extended to grasp its twin. A heave later, and the two Sons of Sparda stood eye to eye.
“This isn’t over,” Vergil growled, carefully sheathing the Yamato.
Dante rolled his eyes and snorted. “I know.”
But maybe someday it will be.
#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing#one shot#DMC#dmc dante#dmc vergil#devil may cry#invictus#invictus zine
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@invictuszine it has finally arrived, safe in my father hands xD
I'm so exited to finally have this in my hands!
That my brother wanted a sticker of Dante, to attach it on his laptop!
I can finally read all of these amazing fics and look at the beautiful art that's inside it!
Thank you for making this zine!
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Last night at the front!
Pre-orders for INVICTUS: A KrBk Scars Zine close TOMORROW!
6 SFW stories by @kbstories, @ao3-deviance, @alpha-hydra @trenchcoatkitten, Kallistos and Onierokinetic
5 NSFW stories by @kbstories, @ao3-deviance, @feypendragon, Kallistos and Kaustikha
2 perfect wallpapers by @nicomyrna
1 beautiful comic by @lostlegendaerie
Gorgeous covers by @berryheroic you will want to frame
Don't miss out! Order your copy here http://invictuszine.itch.io/bundles
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Two Candles Ever-Burning
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zCVRgNL
by FeyPenDragon
An endless war takes a turn when each side brings forth a Champion: a mighty warrior who can take on the form of a mythical beast to fight a final battle for victory or doom. But what happens if the Champions find another way? Can love emerge from conflict? Can a true warrior live to old age? What is a soldier without war? Scars on skin tell the story as Katsuki and Eijirou remember youth, loss, and their fight for peace.
Originally written for INVICTUS, a zine about KrBk and their scars, 2023.
Words: 10473, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Magic Replaces Quirks (My Hero Academia), Dragon Shifter Kirishima Eijirou, Gryphon Shifter Bakugou Katsuki, War, Battlefield, Mild Gore, The kind of gore and violence you'd expect when people fight with swords and with mythical beasts, Supernatural Elements, culture clash, Battle of Champions, Ancient Enemies to Eternal Lovers, Breaking the Cycle of War, Learning to change, Injury, Scars, Loss, Memories of youth, Aging, Gay Sex, Both Characters are Versatile, Both Characters are switch, Top Kirishima Eijirou, Top Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Old Married Couple, Immortality, Flying, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Peace and Domesticity Are Their Own Reward
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Being honest, I feel a little bit anxious and excited at the same time to share this with you all.
Back on the first day in October 2019, I was one of the lucky artists getting picked for the contribution to the beautiful Devil May Cry @invictuszine !!
I can’t even explain you how much of an honor that meant to me, since I had this on my bucket list for an extremely long time. And actually seeing this become reality.... I feel all sorts of emotions welling up in me.
My topic was Events leading up to Dante opening Devil May Cry, which, as you can see, I took as my artist’s liberty of interpretation to heart.
Since last year, I have been playing around with the thought of food illustrations though I never posted anything related to it on social media and being able to incorporate this small interest of mine into the artwork had me nervous to no end. The time spent on this piece was always harsh yet rewarding after working hours.
So at this point, I would love to mention the support @copper-wasp was giving!!! They made the zine truly warm and accepting on every frontline!!!
All in all... Thank you for being my first zine, Invictus!! Couldn’t have wished for a better start than it has been here!
Please enjoy this piece, whether it is in physical form in the actual zine or just digitally! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Btw, if you like my art, how about you invite me for a cup of ko-fi? ☕❤️
#my art#devil may cry#dmc#devil may cry 5#dmc5#dante#dmc dante#vergil#dmc vergil#lady#dmc lady#arkham#eva#dante sparda#vergil sparda#invictus#fanzine#dmc zine
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nothing like making a game about poetry to make you realize how many poems you know
#if i were gonna make a shiro zine id call it invictus#pointless post#itd have the poem in front bc its old enough for the copyright to be expired i think?#yeah it was published in like 1875 its public domain
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