#About The Darkslayer

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Heyo- the power went out at my place after a storm. it got me thinking- what would the dmc boys do during a power outage with their s/o? Thank you (:

This is such a sweet and funny idea, thank you for sending the request and I'm sorry that I'm only just NOW getting to it. I'm going to include Credo because I love him.

Black Clouds Provoke Isolation.

The DMC boys during a power outage with their S/O.

Dante

He is accustomed to not having the power work at the Devil May Cry, but he understands that it's probably not something his S/O would be all that acquainted with. First he'll look up and curse quietly to himself, clicking his tongue and turning his head away as he sits in the darkness. As soon as his S/O comes in and starts to worry about it, he's there to calm them down and tell them that it's not a big deal and that this sort of thing happens all the time. Much to their dismay, Dante... power is important, without power the fridge can't keep the pizza and beers cold. His motivation arises at the risk of these important assets being lost.

If his S/O is afraid of the dark or has an issue with it, he'll drape himself over them like a blanket.

"Alright lets get you to the couch", and then he guides(drags) them to the couch to hunker down until the power comes back on.

Dante would poke fun of them for that, if it weren't for his own apprehension to wandering around in the dark. He gets it, since a lot of bad things tend to happen to him in the dark. That's probably what's going on in the mind of his S/O so the least he can do is be there and comforting for them where he didn't have anyone to comfort himself during those times.

"Hey... it'll be okay, we've been through worse before haven't we?", he'll say in a melancholic sort of way.

When the lights do eventually come back on, he has this big smile on his face and looks down to his S/O. He'd chuckle and give them a quick nudge.

"It came back on! See? What'd I tell you?", and after making sure that his partner's alright, he's going off to check if the pizza and beers are still good. A little celebratory snack wouldn't hurt, and he's thinking that a bit of pizza and a cold drink might cheer them up.

Vergil

Like his brother, he doesn't quite care for the dark when the power goes out, but that's because he's grown used to a lack of light in his life. The darkness is something he's come to embrace, something he can move freely through and about without concern. Of course, this changes somewhat with his S/O by his side. He moves to find them first throughout the power outage, making sure that they're alright. However, he's a bit lost as to what to do in this situation since it's never happened to him enough times before where he's become familiar with what course of action to take. He's spent more time in Hell than in the human world, and will rely on his S/O to take charge, which is something he dislikes.

Vergil would ask them if there's anything that he can do to help, like light some candles or check on the appliances or anything like that. He'd also grow a bit frustrated with them when they don't turn on when he tries to use them or if there isn't anything else he can do to try and help. The Darkslayer tries not to pout and fold his arms in the corner as everything else essentially gets handled for him or by someone else. However, he isn't totally useless here. If there is something he can do, it is also to provide comfort for his S/O in the case that they're not as fond of the dark as he is.

If this gets in the way of them trying to take action, he'll guide them through the house and ask them what they need. Once everything is squared away, his focus is directed onto his partner. What do they need right now? What can he provide for them? Comforting others may not be his strong suit, but he will everything he can for their sake. If this is just holding onto them and pressing their head into his shoulder, he will do it. He won't admit it, but he's glad that their able to vulnerable with him, allowing him to be the rock that they can lean on in their time of need. Besides, he quite enjoys these small moments of reprieve and being close to his S/O.

V

The first one to start is Griffon, commenting about how the lights have gone off and how it's suddenly gotten a bit colder. V acknowledges this from his familiar and starts to get up from his spot on the couch to go and locate his S/O to inform them of the problem if they weren't previously aware already. If they're already getting to it, he's sitting back and watching them, admiring the way that they're handling the situation. He'll leave them after a moment to go and find if he can do something to assist them, such as bringing them a flashlight or even a few candles to light around the house so that things are easier to see. He's not all too bothered by a lack of power, tolerant at best, but he does get cold after idling for a while.

When all that can be done is done, he's curled up on the couch with a spot made available for his partner. V waits for them to come and join him, as he'd like for them to share their warmth with him. Sitting together, he'll start to read from his book of poems as Shadow drapes herself across the two of them. It is a perfect way to relax during an event that they don't have much control over, especially if he notices that his S/O is a bit uncomfortable with the lack of power. V would be too, if it weren't for having his partner at his side.

The comfort of not being alone through this gives him the strength he needs to get through it, and he hopes that he can shed that same strength to his S/O. Griffon complains about the mushy romantic spiel that V sings, flocking off to go and check if the power's back on. While the mouthy bird is out of the picture, he returns his attention to being assuring that all will be okay, as it is not the end... yet. Of course, it's within his nature to be a little teasing to them, and he enjoys watching the way they react to his words. When the power does return, he won't be releasing them from his grasp any time soon. V quite likes snuggling with his S/O and he'd like to be with them for a little longer before they eventually do get up to leave.

Nero

He's a little irritated when the power goes out, and ends up cursing the storm for the lack of lights in the house. Nero looks to his S/O and asks if they're okay before he even starts to do anything else, making sure they're all good first and then going to start the backup generator. At the least, he's got a backup plan, thanks to Nico for providing him with a spare(at a 'good' price.)

"Come on you bastard", he's mouthing off to the generator as he yanks the cord to bring it to life.

Nero returns to his partner as soon as that's been squared away, and takes their hand in his to go and grab the flashlights and other lights and what not. He looks around to see if there's anything that he might've forgotten about or if there's anything that his S/O hasn't done. He likes to be on top of things, even having a little plan that Kyrie made to go over until the power comes back on. It isn't the end of the world, but he hates sitting still for too long, even if all that's left to do is to wait. He'd have called Kyrie too by then, asking if the boys are doing okay while he's here with his S/O.

If his S/O happens to be anxious without the power, Nero probably won't be of much help. He's a better listener than he is the guy to go to for advice, awkwardly standing around while Kyrie would cry about something that happened to her or that she was going through. He's gotten better over the years though. He'll take his partner to the couch and make sure they're nice and cozy, offering them an earbud to take and listen to some music while he sits with them, waiting for the storm to pass and eventually for the power to return. He's attentive, and tries, and that's all that anyone can ever really ask for.

When the power does come back, he's cracking a smile, and even hits them with something witty and sarcastic.

"Was that so bad? You did just fine"

And they did! And he presses a little kiss to their forehead.

Credo

He had expected such to happen when he caught the forecast on the news just a few days prior. He suspected that something like the power going out would happen, and so he's pleasantly pleased with himself when he managed to be correct in his assessment.

"Not to worry, I've got this", Credo assures his S/O as he moves with a calmness to gather the things that he has prepared in case such an emergency were to arise. There are bottled waters, flashlights, and the like.

One could even say that Credo's a little too prepared. He makes his calls to Kyrie and Nero, making sure that they're alright and have everything just as he had instructed Kyrie. While with his S/O, he's going over what the plan is and etc. The one-winged devil is a little impatient with things, pacing around the house as he waits for the power to return, and checks in with his partner to make sure that they're okay too. It might take their own assurance that things are okay to calm him down from his restlessness.

Credo isn't usually one to have his feathers ruffled, but there are times where even he loses his cool, like when the Order used his sister to further their own goals. It was absolutely unacceptable, and he'd hope that her, Nero, and the boys were doing just as fine as him and his S/O were. If his S/O were to become anxious during the predicament at any point, he'd stop his own fretting for a moment to address theirs. He'd apologize if he had any part to take in causing it, and promptly pull them into a hug, after asking if it were okay to hug them. His formalities could be found endearing, even after all this time, and they do end up calming his partner down. The distraction is more than appreciated as he tries to figure out what to talk about.

Although one may find that he's not so good with small talk, and curses himself for not being better at it for their sake.

Sparda

The dark knight doesn't see a power outage as a problem, even finding it a bit trivial that the lights went out all because of a silly little storm? He alerts you rather loudly that there isn't any power.

"Dear!! The lights have gone out! Is everything alright?"

Funny how he could create the contraptions necessary to power the Temen-Ni-Gru, but simple electricity puzzles him. Ah, oh well. He could easily provide a bit of light with a bit of magic. He was quite good at that, and he does well to emulate a bit of light for him and his S/O to walk around the house if he wasn't too busy with reading or doing anything else the moment the power went out. His main priority is his partner and after seeking them out, he's making sure that they're alright and taken care of. Upon finding them, he'll snake his arms around their trunk before pulling them close to himself.

"That didn't scare you did it?", he'd ask as he smirks into the back of their head, pressing a kiss to their hair as he takes a gander at the state of their abode.

He's off to check on other things if his beloved is fine and dandy. With a bit of his devil's magic he'd even start on preparing them some tea to enjoy until the power comes back on. Sparda does enjoy using his talents every now and then, showing off his power in these small displays to charm his S/O further even though he's already secured them. It's something that he can't help. He does get a bit more serious if his partner happens to be a bit disturbed by the lack of power. It's almost like a 180, where his lightheartedness is replaced by being more levelheaded and attuned to every little thing from his partner. The pupils of his eyes narrow as he kneels before them, surrendering himself to them as he takes their hands into his own.

"Darling, if there is anything that I can do, you just need to say the word", he says in a sultry tone. He'll bring their hands to his lips as he thumbs over the back of them.

[strawberryvanillablast]

Abbacchio: Hey, I thought I told you to take out the trash.

Giorno: Oh, I already did that.

Abbacchio: Well, I didn't see you do that so... *throws garbage bag onto floor*

Giorno:

Giorno: You took this out of the dumpster?!

Abbacchio: Look! Don't worry about that!

@darkslayers-bride

@mrsgiovanna

@briagiovanna

[vischys]

@omgcoffee-and-murder

♛ ⸻ continuation

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, the Darkslayer straightened himself and went to approach, surveying the extent of the damage and going straight toward his brother's desk where his mother's portrait was enshrined. True she did not thankfully manage to break anything valuable much to their mutual relief, just a general mess of papers that Vergil had previously arranged neatly were now strewn around the parlor but at least the portrait of Eva was miraculously spared of the magical force unwittingly unleashed by the huntress. And if there was a box of leftover pizza that was originally perched upon the desk yet now was upside down upon the floor, well that was hardly accounted as a loss to him.

“I was not aware that you were dispossessed of it.” He quirked his eyebrow in mild puzzlement at her, judging her to be unharmed and proceeded to begin collecting the papers littered about.

Speaking of which, he noticed that she was not accompanied by her familiars. 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘺𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵?

[skvaderarts]

Saudade Chapter Twelve: Nostalgic Nascency

I'm posting this for this week (3/22/2024) because I had the flu and didn't finish writing the latest chapter of Hiraeth! Thanks! Enjoy!

Chapter Twelve: Nostalgic Nascency

Note: Hey, everyone! I feel better now! Thank you for the well wishes! Thankfully we caught it relatively early so it didn't end up becoming too horrendous. Wow, I can't remember the last time I got the flu. It just never stops, does it lol? But anyway, I'm feeling better now. I figured I'd give you guys this fun little chapter while I finish the three bigger chapters I'm working on for Petrichor. Didn't get much done while I was asleep for like four days!

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The office had been quiet for the majority of the day, Dante having vacated it rather early that morning to go and do something that had come up at the very last minute. It had apparently involved the girls if the note that he'd left for his older twin on the desk was anything to go by. He'd given no further details, but considering that he'd left at the crack of dawn, the older of the two couldn't do anything other than assume that it must be important and that he would probably get a briefing about it when he returned if it was worth talking about.

Planting himself in the front entrance just in case the phone actually decided to ring for once, he settled in with a book and spent the majority of his morning there after eating whatever he'd managed to find in the fridge. It seemed he was going to have to cook dinner again. He couldn't say that that bothered him, but it was something he made a mental note of. Cooking wasn't something that he minded, but he did mind when it was sprung upon him at the last possible moment. Like this.

As he was approaching the midpoint in his book, he heard a familiar sound. Morrison's car had just pulled up in front of the office, and he didn't need to guess as to its potential occupants. Moments later, the devil hunter in the red trench coat entered the premises, surprisingly alone. And the sound of the car backing out of the parking space out front told him that they would remain that way. Interesting. Perhaps he'd returned to town alone? And that raised an intriguing question in of itself as far as he was concerned. Did Dante even know how to drive? He'd never actually seen him do so. Was that just another one of those peculiar things he didn't know how to do at his age? Not that he could say much. He didn't either. But he wasn't going to volunteer that fact.

Making his way over to the desk, he plopped his coat down on top of it, returning his sword to the wall behind it. He then let out a long sigh and made a beeline for the couch, something that Vergil considered commenting on verbally but didn't get the chance to before he'd reached his destination. And the look on his face made it rather hard to tell if this was about to be good or bad news.

“Hey, so while we were out I gotcha somethin’,” Dante said with a slight huff. He didn't seem out of breath, but he did seem slightly… anxious. That was uncharacteristic of him.

Vergil stared at him as though he'd just spoken to him in a dialect that he'd never heard of before. Had he taken ill while he was gone? He couldn't recall Dante ever doing that and vice versa. The only thing he could recall was him snagging things that he'd been given as a child, but never the other way around.

“Are you daft?” It was a genuine question, one born of a mixture of disbelief and intrigue. That was the last thing he'd expected to hear that day.

“Nah, just saw this and thought “hmm, my terminally grumpy older brother might be into it” so I grabbed it. But if you’re not interested I could-.” Dante didn't get to finish his statement before Vergil interjected, something that he seemed to find vaguely humorous if the gradual shift in his expression was anything to go off of. Ah. So he had the Darkslayer’s attention, did he? Good.

Looking at him with an air of suspicion, the older of the two bookmarked his page and set the book aside, folding his arms as he gave his younger brother his full attention. “What is it?”

“A surprise,” Dante said, almost too pleased with himself. He couldn't skip the opportunity to mess with his brother at least a little, now could he? Where was the fun in that?

Sighing slightly as he set up from the partially reclined position he'd been sitting in, Vergil gave him a curious look. This day had certainly taken an unexpected turn, hadn’t it? “Have I ever been known to enjoy surprises, Dante?”

“Nope! But have I ever done things the way you’d prefer me to?” Dante said with a laugh, folding his arms around his chest as he gripped the box in his offhand. It was small, mostly flat and rectangular. The kind of box that you couldn't fit most things in, so it had probably been specifically made for whatever was inside of it. That roused suspicion in of itself.

“Fair.” Vergil sighed. How… transparent of him. For better or for worse, that was a brutally honest response. It was rare that they both agreed to do something on mutual terms, but they had been managing to do that more than not lately. Still, he genuinely wasn't someone who was fond of surprises, and he knew that his brother knew this. What was this about? “How can I know if I want it if I have no idea what it is?”

“By opening it, obviously,” Dante then thrust the box into his grip before pulling his hands away and holding them up in a defensive stance as if to signal surrender. The box was within the care of the blue devil now. What he did with it was his decision. But he wasn't going to take no for an answer in regards to at least giving it to him. “The girls thought I'd lost my mind when they saw that I grabbed this. After all, it's not really my kind of thing, but they had no idea it was yours.”

“Quite. As I do now.” Vergil thought to himself as he looked down at the box. This was… interesting. Was he wrong to think that he could almost smell what was in the box? He only barely resisted the urge to shake it like a small child out of reflex, but decided against it. At least for now. Knowing his luck he would destroy whatever was contained within if he did so.

“No occasion. Just our birthday.” Dante said almost too nonchalantly considering the gravity of the statement he’d just made. “No big deal.”

Vergil’s head whipped upward towards his younger twin with mind-boggling speed and away from the box that he held within his grip, a look of profound, visible shock apparent to anyone who could see his face. He knew he hadn't misheard him, but that just didn't seem possible. And yet… 

“That's today.” It wasn't a question. It was a statement. A statement of confusion. He'd spent so long not paying that much mind to the date that he'd honestly forgotten what month it was, let alone the passage of time. And yet he knew in his gut that it was correct. It was something he always knew. Except this time for whatever reason. Perhaps being back in the human world for so long had skewed his perception of time? Perhaps the fact that it mattered for once had caused it to slip his mind like all important things seemed to. But that also raised an important question. “How old are we, exactly?”

Dante shrugged, incredulous. His reaction came off as partially sarcastic but also mostly genuinely unsure. The truth of the matter was that he actually hadn't given it much thought. His focus had been simply on seeing what his older brother's reaction would be to what was inside of the box for the majority of the day, and that hadn't changed in the slightest since he’d arrived home.

“Hell if I know. I stopped counting years ago. Just felt kinda… hollow. And it was always a reminder.”

Vergil didn't have to ask what it was a reminder of. That much was rather obvious given the circumstances. Their shared birthday was a difficult topic for various, multi-faceted reasons, none of which he liked to think about. But he would still accept the gift. If only to humor Dante. He had no reason not to. Besides, The barely concealed pained look upon his younger twin's visage was evidence enough that he probably shouldn't probe into the depths of something he already had taken a dip into previously.

Without another word, Vergil opted to simply open the box. It was one of those little cardboard boxes that gave the appearance of already being wrapped. A smart choice considering that his brother was… incapable of neatly wrapping anything with paper. Try as he might, he always seemed to either get the paper cut wrong, cut it too short, or wrap it crooked. He was good at eyeballing many things, but wrapping paper was not one of them. Best to leave it to the professionals.

More to his surprise than he’d perhaps initially expected, Vergil instantly recognized the item within the box.

It was an extra-large chocolate bar. And a fancy chocolate bar at that.

Blinking in evident surprise, he looked at the piece of candy and then back at Dante… and then back at the piece of candy. He hadn't so much as seen one of these in at least two decades. He couldn't even recall what they remotely tasted like, but he did faintly recall that he'd had a great fondness for them when they'd been children. They'd even fought over it once on their birthday due to his younger twin's preference for strawberries as opposed to his own. Neither of them hated the other's personal preferences on this matter, but their preferences were preferences for a reason. He couldn't believe that he'd actually just given him this.

Perhaps brought to a state of discomfort by his lack of response and the lingering silence that fell over the room, Dante cleared his throat slightly. “I, um figured you probably hadn't had one of these in a long time so… “ 

He wasn't sure what else to say about it. That had been why he'd purchased it aside from remembering that he'd snagged one of his as a kid and never given it back. Call it payback for being a greedy little git all those years ago. Not that he was going to bring that up. No need to remind him. He'd been pretty pissed about it back then.

To his surprise, Vergil actually sat the box down and started to unwrap the candy bar. It was one of those fancy ones wrapped in gold foil and encased in a cardboard sleeve you had to remove it from before unwrapping it. The label read “milk chocolate” in a cursive font so complex that it was almost illegible. That was how you knew it was the good stuff.

As it turned out, it was partitioned into squares and didn't contain any fillings or toppings. It was just a pure, no frills except for the fancy design stamped into it, high-quality chocolate bar. And upon snapping off a piece and popping it into his mouth, he discovered as much. Sitting there in utter silence, he closed his eyes for a moment and felt a wave of nostalgia he hadn't expected to wash over him hit him like a tidal wave. He was suddenly flooded with a menagerie of fond memories from his youth that he had forgotten he’d once had. The last time he could recall eating chocolate had been with Vivienne. It had truly been that long. A lifetime ago.

Yes. That was right. He’d loved this stuff once upon a time. 

And apparently, he still did. This candy bar wasn't surviving the rest of the day. It probably wasn't surviving the next few minutes. And he felt no shame about it, either. This was simply a reality he was going to accept. He was going to eat the entire thing in one sitting, spend the rest of the day feeling just so slightly off as a result, and then he was going to procure more. Dante had opened the floodgates. There was no going back. Now that he'd re-experienced one of life's simple pleasures, he felt no desire to backpedal.

Dante continued to stare at him, perhaps concerned that he'd simply closed his eyes and stopped moving. Was he having an allergic reaction? Was that even possible? Just as the silence was beginning to become unbearable, Vergil opened his eyes and looked up at him. And he genuinely seemed pleased, even if only in a subtle way that was barely noticeable to most people. But he could tell. He just could. He liked it.

“... Thank you, Dante.” He said simply, looking down at the candy bar again in utter bewilderment. He genuinely had forgotten just how much he loved this stuff. It was strange how much his time in the underworld had taken from him. Strange, startling, and disheartening. “I suppose I should return the favor.”

Dante immediately waved his hands to dismiss the notion. “No, you really don't. I’m not really into gifts. I mean, I don't even know how you would-.”

For the second time since their conversation had started, Vergil cut Dante short, this time with a halting brandish of the palm of his hand. He wasn't hearing any arguments about this. He had something in mind.

“... What if I made you a pizza?”

Dante looked as though he would need to be defibrillated shortly. He just stared at him in pure and utter disbelief, a look of genuine excitement crossing his face. There was no way in hell he was going to pass that up. Vergil's cooking was actually really good, even if he kept trying to force him to eat vegetables that weren't tomatoes. He had high standards (no shocker there) and made basically everything from scratch. This was going to be nothing short of artisanal. “Okay. Never mind. Yeah. That sounds good. Forget what I just said.”

Vergil considered pointing out that he was going to make dinner regardless but decided against it. He would allow him his simple happiness. Just this once. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him look forward to something. Perhaps he understood his love of his favorite food just a slight bit more now. Maybe. “Very well. Consider it done. But first, I'm going to enjoy this.”

At that exact moment, the phone rang, diverting Dante's attention to the front desk. They exchanged a silent but knowing look, both of them unwilling to vocalize their mutual pleasure at the arrangement they’d just made and the gifts they would exchange that day, but both knowing it either way. They… appreciated one another. Even if they had absolutely no idea how to say it most of the time. But they were trying. They really were. And as the younger of the two returned to the desk to answer the phone, Vergil broke off another piece of the chocolate bar and ate it, satisfaction washing over him for a second time.

He was glad Dante had done this for him. He truly was.

It seemed there really was a first time for everything. Even enjoying surprises.

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Not so fun fact: I'm pretty damn sure that Dante killed Vergil on their birthday. I'm sure that makes the day extra… yeah. So many layers to how messed up that is. I can't even. They needed a good birthday for once. It was the least I could do!

Also, I want to know your opinion about something in the comments! Do you want me to resume posting chapters of Petrichor now and then take a short hiatus during my surgery, or would you prefer I delay them until then and continue to update Saudade in the meantime? It's supposed to happen at the end of April, but the date isn't set in stone just yet. I'm just curious what you guys think! I don't have a preference one way or the other! I just want to make sure you guys are enjoying the content I'm making for you and figured you might not want to be left in suspense for like a month! Let me know what you think of the chapter in the comments below, and I'll see you on Friday, March 29th! Take care and bye-bye!

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

I often think about the discrepancy between Dante and Vergil's SDT forms, Dante's having a bespoke moveset and Vergil's simply being a more powerful standard DT.

And usually my thoughts go to what Vergil's SDT moveset would be like, but I also imagine how powerful and fun Dante would become if his SDT worked like Vergil's.

With appropriate buffs to each, Sword Formation would become his standard DT, and his SDT would have his original DT moveset. However, I don't suggest Dante's kit wouldn't be improved by removing his SDT moveset, but if Dante could toggle between his standard moveset and SDT moveset whenever he's in that form...

Putting the rest of my thoughts under a readmore because there's a lot.

There's the issue of what input would be used. At first I thought of it working like Air Raid in DMC3, but Dante already has Air Hike and a glide, and even if it had some kind of directional input to go with it, I think the chance of accidentally toggling would turn a lot of players off of the idea. Instead, I think it should function like a fifth Style, like Darkslayer in DMC4, that's only accessible in Dante's devil form. Accidental inputs are still possible, but in this case it's more of a skill issue than having it share a button with Dante's jumps. Plus, it would remove the question of how Style switching and Sword Formation would affect his SDT moveset.

Now, this of course got me thinking back to Vergil, imagining if his SDT form also gained this functionality - it would probably be easier to implement for him, since he doesn't have a double jump at all - as well as thinking about what narrative would tie into this.

An obvious and perfectly acceptable approach is simply to say that Dante and Vergil, while fighting and training together in the Underworld, learned a lot from each other and truly mastered their SDT forms in the process, but of course I'm not satisfied with that answer, because it's too symbolically lacking.

I've said in the past that Devil Sword Vergil should be the product of Yamato becoming one with the Devil Bringer. I think they already have become joined in some way, Vergil's Doppelganger has similar properties to Nero's DT from DMC4, and of course he now has an SDT form. However, much like the union between the Devil Bringer and Yamato, his SDT form is incomplete. And as unintentional as it probably is, this is actually rather fitting for Vergil, considering how reluctant and begrudging his character arc in DMC5 seems, at least to me.

He seemed to bond with Nero while he was V, and he did regain his humanity by the end of the game, but I don't think he's done a complete 180° on his worldview just yet. The way I choose to see it is, he accepts his humanity and his relation to Nero as facts, but part of him is still in denial. It's not clear he's really changed at all, and it seemed like he only agreed to cut down the Qliphoth because Nero beat him. Part of him knows he needs to make a change, but change is a scary thing when you don't know how to do it.

So while Dante's Summoned Swords become more powerful and his SDT form becomes more stable - perhaps his time training with Vergil has something to do with it after all, though Dante wouldn't admit it right away - Vergil remains stagnant, and this frustrates him. He sacrificed everything for power, yet even after regaining his human form, Dante continues to surpass him. Only once he lets go of his resentment for Dante, finds a new reason for fighting, and accepts his place in the Human World (and by extension, his family) will he gain his wings, so to speak.

[spectra-bear]

uhhh smthsmth motorcity. if there is anything related to motorcity that you really wanna say but haven't had the chance to, now is your chance. if not, uhh, opinion on ruby the darkslayer [my most favorite gal]

I would talk abt motorcity but i need to gather shit about it like a dragon gathering gold in its cave, and then explode everyone on my blog once i manifest thoughts abt it, there is so much to analyze, but for now i am obssessed with the art direction, the character design, the animation THE ANIMATION theHGHAVS, the writing (despite a few flaws), and so much more, im really glad my friend introduced me to it, cause it is painfully underrated

Also ruby's a cute nerd, i loved the ep with chucks different friend circles, and both his social circles getting to know each other

[ladynamida]

are you really advocating for vergil to lose to a bnha character...? 🤨

I... just had to google that. The shame.

To be honest, to me Vergil is the mightiest warrior to ever live. He is the alpha and omega, the darkslayer, my fierce and handsome demon king. He has won my heart...

... But he also has the capacity to lose to a wadded up piece of chewing gum (depending on the context and who is spitting it). I don't know anything about boko no hero academia but I know we can't let Vergil get too ahead of himself, and besides he has a reputation to uphold in tumblr polls after all - winning at losing.

[strawberryvanillablast]

Vento Innocente Giorno is Angy

Giorno: Do you even cuddle?

Giorno: Do you even lift each other up with kindness?

Giorno: Do you tell your loved ones that you care about them regardless of who is listening?

Giorno: Do you ever resolve conflicts and emotional issues through compromise and compassion rather than anger and denial?!

@darkslayers-bride

@mrsgiovanna

@briagiovanna

@starry-blue-echoes

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor Chapter 55: Correspondence

Chapter 55: Correspondence

Note: Here you go! A little late but MUCH better than the original draft, OMG! Enjoy!

(-~-)

The train ride couldn’t have been more uneventful, a fact they were both eternally grateful for. This was not the day for trouble. There would be more than enough of that to come. It was in the very air they breathed. It was guaranteed.

It took them next to no time at all to vacate the station after its arrival, the locomotive arriving on time despite the turn that the weather was trying to take. It seemed that the sky couldn’t make up its mind today. One moment it was drizzling, and the next it was clear, but the dreary haze that hung in the air never settled or dissipated. It wasn’t quite foggy out, and it also wasn’t exactly misty, but neither of them could properly explain what it actually was. Only what it wasn’t. Thankfully it was largely irrelevant. The last thing that was going to stop them today was inclement weather. They had come too far for something like that to be a deciding factor. This was far too important.

Vergil was wholly unwilling to squander this opportunity. Not a chance in hell.

As they made their way further down the street, each step that they took bringing them closer to their objective, Dante couldn’t help but notice the air of apprehension and -was that anxiety?- that hung in the space between them. He expected Vergil to be a little nervous as to how she would react, but he couldn’t recall ever seeing him act quite like this. Quite this undone. He was unraveling at the seams, barely holding together. And yet, it was still subtle and easy to miss without an observant eye or prior knowledge of Vergil’s general disposition. A skill that his brother had mastered out of necessity. For better or for worse. A clever ruse that Dante saw right through.

Everything about his body language screamed discomfort. When they stopped to wait for cars to pass, he tucked his hands into his pockets in the most defensive manner possible; exhibiting a total loss of his traditionally calm and collected demeanor. He diverted his eyes at every given opportunity. His breathing was shallow and almost inadequate, the Darkslayer doing everything in his power to not seem as suddenly out of breath as he actually was. For a moment, Dante considered actually asking him if he was unwell. He was viscerally uncomfortable, and it was utterly undeniable.

But before a single syllable could leave his unopened mouth, Vergil let out a soft, resounding sigh, an air of defeat to it that was as subtle as it was absolute.

“I see the way that your eyes linger on me. Is it that obvious?” It wasn’t a question. It was an act of self-conformation. Vergil knew the answer to that question long before it had left his lips or even vacated his mind. Yes, he did look as half-dead as he felt inside, his thoughts tearing him asunder. He almost wanted to ask Dante what it was that he was doing that had given up the ghost so undeniably, but he resisted the urge. It wasn’t that important to him. Why lie to himself; to either of them?

The truth was that he wasn’t even sure if that was something he should make an effort to hide. Perhaps that level of honesty, that kind of vulnerability, was just what the situation called for. Maybe it would help indicate his sincerity. How utterly consumed with remorse he was in regard to how things had ended up between them. How completely and wholly sorry he was.

“Do you really want me to answer that or…?” Another question answered with prior knowledge of the response that it would garner. Dante wasn’t good at gambling, not by a long shot, but he was willing to bet that he knew the answer to that one. And the quick -perhaps too quick- glance in his direction that he received from his older identical twin brother spoke volumes as to the correctness of his prediction.

“No. Of course not.” Vergil’s response was calm. Artificially calm. A measured reaction to conceal his raw nerves. Dante wondered for a moment if his brother realized that he was trying to distract him from the inevitable. Did Vergil see what his twin was doing and make the choice to linger in his own thoughts regardless, opting to look down the barrel of the loaded gun instead of away from it? No matter how frightened he might be. What good would running do now? He would never be ready for this. No amount of time or waiting would ever change that. Dante could feel that. It was a fact.

It seemed like a very Vergil thing to ponder to him.

“Yeah. Didn’t think so.” Dante shook his head and shrugged, a slight chuckle leaving his closed mouth as they continued towards their destination. The numbers on the streets and buildings that they passed were counting down rapidly, quickly approaching their intended destination. It wouldn’t be long now. This would be… interesting. “I think it’s up ahead.”

The duo traversed a few more city blocks before coming to the stoop of a townhouse that looked more or less like every other one on the street. Ordinary and mostly unadorned. The kind of street that screamed “HOA” or something akin to it. Well kept but otherwise somewhat boring and samey. Very ordinary. But as they approached the stoop and made their way up to the door, the pair couldn’t shake the feeling that something was just… off. Not dangerous or sinister, but just not quite right. Unnerving.

Maybe that was just a side effect of being near Vergil in his current state for too long.

Vergil took a deep breath before closing his eyes and knocking on the door, opening them again as he waited to have his suspicions confirmed. As he expected, no one came to the door. He was afraid that might be the case. Oh no.

“Are you sure this is the right address?” He asked as he glanced over at his younger twin. Dante stood behind him, still making his way up to the door. He wanted to give Vergil space just in case she answered the door right then and there. Had they gotten the numbers the wrong way round or something of that sort? It was a possibility. Neither of them was familiar with this neighborhood, let alone this city.

“It’s the one Morrison gave me, so I sure hope so,” Dante said, his brow furrowing in obvious confusion and discomfort. Now he was concerned. This hadn’t been what he’d expected to happen. Well, at least not what he had hoped would happen. He’d registered that it was a possibility, but he’d doggedly hoped to be proven wrong. “He’s never let me down before. His intel is always solid. I trust him.”

Vergil nodded a single time in succinct agreement. He knew next to nothing about the man, but he could tell that he and his brother had known one another for a very long time, and Dante’s confidence in his companion and his capabilities were reassuring enough. He would trust Dante’s judgment. He believed him when he said that the intel was solid, but perhaps it was best to keep his expectations low. Depressingly low.

“I am willing to assume he’s done his due diligence. He seems professional. And I expect nothing less from him.” Vergil said as he peered around the property. The blinds were closed. He couldn’t even tell if the property was currently inhabited. But one thing he did know was that she wasn’t here. No one was at the moment. “But no one is here.”

They knocked again. And waited. Nothing. He knew that would be the result, but he tried anyway. It was all he really could do, given the circumstances.

“... Do you think maybe she just left to go to the store or something?” Dante offered as a possible explanation. Even he wasn’t sure that he believed that was the case, but it was something. Even if that “something” might only be wishful thinking. It was the only positive alternative that came to mind. He didn’t want to think of any of the alternatives.

Vergil fell silent for a short while, folding his arms around himself in a manner that Dante had rarely seen prior to that moment. It was exceedingly rare for his older twin to wear his insecurity and discomfort so visibly. He was making no effort to hide how this discovery was making him feel. There was no anger or hatred present. Only a hollow hole of sadness that Dante wished he had some meaningful way of filling. It had been a while since he’d felt so utterly useless. He didn’t like it.

“I… Don’t feel that she’s been here.” Vergil stated after a while. He knew what her presence felt like. Her touch. Her scent, for lack of a better way of putting it. He recognized her essence anywhere and this place was utterly devoid of it. She hadn’t been here in some time now. If she’d ever been here in the first place. “Not at all.”

“Excuse me, are you looking for someone?”

Both of the Sons of Sparda lurched to the right in almost perfect unison, having somehow not noticed the presence of an older woman on the adjoining porch until she’d just spoken. She was standing inside her own residence still, but she slowly slipped out of the door and stood on the porch, holding the door partially open so as to easily go back inside anytime that she chose to. She eyed them almost suspiciously, seemingly curious as to what they were doing here. She’d certainly never seen them before.

“Yes. A woman. I’m told that she lives here.” Vergil stated calmly, taking her in. She was human. Of that much he was certain. But she certainly had managed to sneak up on the both of them. Had he truly been that preoccupied with his thoughts? He needed to get ahold of himself. This was a new low. “I’ve not seen her in… a very long time.”

Dante considered bringing up the fact that a better description of the individual they were looking for might be helpful in this case, but decided against it. He would simply let Vergil talk. He wasn’t going to interrupt and risk accidentally complicating things. Not for the time being, at least.

The older woman seemed to consider his statement, obviously aware of something that he wasn’t, but unsure as to whether or not she should share what she knew. And understandable sentiment, but one he found himself starkly disapproving of in this particular situation. But he resisted the urge to ask her further questions for the moment, electing to take a more measured approach, much to the obvious relief of his yonder twin who had obviously been expecting him to be less patient. Dante hadn’t thought that Vergil would harm her in any way, but it was amusing to know that he was capable of pretending to be much more patient than he actually was in order to not scare off his mark. First impressions mattered. He only got one shot at this.

“Hmmm… A woman used to live next door. Up and left half a year ago out of the clear blue sky in the dead of night with barely so much as a goodbye. Might be the one you’re after.” She held her ground, speaking almost hesitantly. This was information she clearly wasn’t sure that she should be sharing. She almost seemed to instantly regret doing so. She was in it now. No going back.

“Do you have any idea where she went?” Vergil asked calmly, attempting to hide the way that his heart began to pound and flutter at the prospect of making any sort of progress. The potent mixture of dread and anticipation that he felt rocket through his body was enough to slay a titan.

“What are your intentions when you find her?” Her tone was stern but not unfriendly or accusatory. She genuinely seemed concerned as to the safety of her former neighbor, perhaps afraid that she might be talking to a stalker or some other form of ne’er-do-well. “She’s a quiet sort. Something of a recluse. Didn’t leave her flat much, truth be told. I only ever spoke to her down by the street at the mailbox. But she did help me bring in my groceries from time to time. Swell lass. I won’t see her troubled. She already seemed like she was haunted by the ghosts of her past. Something in her eyes. She’s seen something.”

Vergil visibly flinched at the older woman’s observation. He… genuinely didn’t know what to say to that. Perhaps a bit of honesty was in order. There was little progress to be made here by lying. And if that was the case then… 

“I might be that ghost.”

Dante gave him a somewhat surprised look, clearly not expecting him to admit that. She seemed to show a similar reaction, but he obviously didn’t know her well enough to be certain. Either way, she folded her arms and shook her head in disapproval, seemingly suddenly exasperated by his mere presence. This conversation had just taken an undeniable turn for the worse.

“Then why go looking for her? Why go and reopen old wounds that might’ve finally scabbed over?” She seemed upset on behalf of the woman whom she was clearly trying to protect, her question cutting straight to the heart of the matter. Vergil resisted the kneejerk instinct to inquire as to why that mattered to her and held his tongue, pondering the question himself. But he already knew the answer. His own personal answer, at least. There were many reasons he was doing this. For V, first and foremost, but also for himself, something that he’d questioned the validity and morality of several times over that day alone. And there was only one honest answer he could give to that.

“Because there are truths that she deserves to know. Wounds that I’ve inflicted with my actions, intentional or not that I would be a coward to leave unaddressed. Wrongs that I’ve committed that only I can make right.” Vergil looked down quietly for a long moment, clearly pondering something that Dante could only imagine. He remained quiet, giving his twin the space he clearly needed to think of the proper way to describe the bottomless well of sorrow that he saw in his eyes every time he spoke of her. He had to look into the abyss and pull something back from it. After some time, he looked back up, his eyes meeting his brother’s and then those of the old woman who stood upon her front stoop, clearly still pondering her own better judgment. “And I owe that to her. Regardless of what it might cost me. I am many things, but I am not a coward.”

The little old woman stared at him in silence, the back of her hand slowly raising up to cover her bottom lip. She exhaled deeply before opening her door wider and stepping back inside with haste, closing the door behind her with a resounding slam. It seemed that she had heard enough and wasn’t willing to stick around to hear anything else. The sound of what he thought might be the latching of a lock all but confirmed that. But just as the twins glanced in the direction of one another to share a look of quietly concerned contemplation, the door unlocked again and she stepped out a second time, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the ledge and stretched her arm out to Vergil handing him what appeared to be an old, very torn envelope, the address barely visible due to the damage at a glance. What was he supposed to do with this?

“She sent me this card for my birthday. The only one who remembered it.” An ever so subtle tinge of melancholy colored her face for a moment before she shook it off, the envelope she’d just given him clearly holding some significance to her. She’d kept its contents, but it seemed that even relinquishing that torn old envelope in of itself was painful for her. That card had clearly meant a lot to her. “Tell her thank you for it when you see her. Assuming she’s still there when you lot arrive. I get the impression she’s something of a free spirit. Don’t think she stays anywhere very long. Like a bird.”

Vergil gripped the thin piece of paper tightly in his hand, being mindful not to accidentally destroy it or crumple it into a state beyond recognition as he took in its significance. He understood now. He couldn’t sense anything as he did so, but he pushed that aside. It had been a long time since she’d held it, after all. Trails went cold quickly when they were muddled with other things. Probably the reason he’d been unable to find her in the first place… 

But he did recognize one thing as he held it in his hands and took another look at it. Her handwriting. Slightly smudged, but just as much hers as he remembered. She never wrote in half measures. Her words were simple but just as kind as one would expect from her, given that they were a gift to someone else.

“Please know I’m with you on your special day, even if only in spirit. I hope you’re well, Edna. And I hope you stay that way for many years to come. Thank you for being you.”

A declaration of friendship if ever he’d seen one. A small preamble to what he was willing to imagine had been a beautiful card, a truly special gift that had clearly been treasured by its owner. This was a favor. He had been extraordinarily lucky to have it relinquished into his custody. The older woman who he assumed was Edna had taken a chance trusting them. He wasn’t sure what to even say to that. “... Thank you.”

Edna nodded, pulling as stern and threatening of a look as she could manage. She wasn’t the least bit intimidating, but he wasn’t going to assume anything. He’d been surprised by what people were capable of before. This wasn’t the time to find out she was a retired devil hunter or some such. He didn’t need that kind of excitement in his life. He was just fine, thank you. “I’m wishing you luck, lad. Just… Do right by her, okay?”

He looked at the paper again before nodding a single time in solemn respect. She’d done him a favor, something he hadn’t experienced from many strangers in the past. He wouldn’t soon forget that. “I intend to.”

And he would stop at nothing less than that. Of all the promises that Vergil had ever made to himself, this was the one he would keep. No matter what it took.

Vergil turned and looked at Dante, his brother’s arms folded as he leaned against the front railing that led to the door of her former residence. Quietly awaiting his twin’s response as he pondered everything he’d just seen and heard. He looked in her direction and gave her a small smile and a wave that she reciprocated before stepping across the threshold into her home a final time and closing the door. It was time for them to leave. She wasn’t going to hold them up any longer. Clearly, they had work to do.

(-~-)

Phew! Much better! I’m actually happy with how this one turned out as opposed to what I originally had in mind. Thank goodness I went with my gut and did this instead. This just feels more significant. More heavy. More what I was going for. I like this. Yea.

I’ll see you all next Friday on… the 13th?! LOL in the spooky month, no less. I see you October. I like your style lol! Thank you for allowing me the time to do things right, everyone. And for your infinite patience. I knew I could do better, and you all deserve that. I think this is a win-win for everyone! I’ll see you in the comments! Take care! Bye!

[darksonofsparda-archived]

Shipping Info!

answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?:

I mean, there’s a couple. I like LuciaxVergil cuz Lucia doesn’t get enough love when she really should. 

And there is one that most might not agree with, but imma say it anyway.

I really love VergilxLady. THAT'S RIGHT, I SAID IT. FIGHT ME x3

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

I don’t have any boundaries when it comes to shipping. give me fluff, give me angst, give me those special moments that make you go “Awe that’s cute af!” 

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Well, obviously any muse under 13 with some that’s like 30. That’s just messed lol.

Anything past 12 years I guess. Any more than that and it’s a little weird, just a little.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Moderately yeah, but it's not because I don’t wanna ship. I’ll tell you right now I’m 100% Shipping trash. lol 

It’s just because Vergil is stubborn and is very independent and can just be hard to get to open up to anyone because he prioritizes his goals before anything and refuses to let himself get attached because he has the risk of losing them which tends to set him back. It’s not impossible, shipping is always possible, it just takes a bit for Vergil to open up to anyone.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

Well, I do write smut, but only when it legit comes down to the moment. I guess as soon as a make-out session gets extra EXTRA physical involving the tugging of clothes then yeah it’s immediately going into a read more. Anything involving touching certain areas through the clothes, immediate read more. I don’t always write smut tho, it really depends if I feel like it or not. But when it comes to smut, it’s not really a must or a necessity, If someone is more comfy with a fade-to-black then that’s totally fine. But if both parties are up for it, then sure by all means,  let’s get steamy. Of course, the other mun needs to be at least 16+ to 17 (Since 16 is the legal age of consent in Canada) But below that, Fade-To-Blacks only.

WHO ARE THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?:

 Lady and Lucia. I dunno who else really. I guess I always had a few from other fandoms I’ve wanted to try like a couple of crossover ships. Like for example, I’ve really been wanting to try Vergil and Velvet Crowe from Tales Of Berseria. There are a bit more but honestly, I could go on about wish ships forever so that’s all I’ll say for now. Trust me, I won’t stop if I get started XD

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Not really, but at the same time bringing it by me is a good little heads up. Regardless no you don’t have to.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

100% Shipping trash right here! XD

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE - OR - LESS?:

Well even if I’m shipping trash, shipping in a romantic sense isn’t always necessary. If its more of a sibling/guardian type thing then that's fine too. 

But when it comes to ships, my love for it can be raised pretty easily. It mostly depends on the chemistry and interaction shown between the two. If the characters are just hands down super cute, chances are, I’ll be 110% on board and crazy for it. So it all depends on the chemistry and interactions. If I really like it, then hell yeah lets nerd over it together. Overall, I love me some ships!

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

You bet!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Unfortunately, I don’t have a ship for Vergil within the DMC fandom currently ongoing. It’s a bit sad but, it’s just how it is atm. But I have one crossover ship I’m loving a lot.

It’s a ship with @arctxcstalkxr  

Because VergilxMizore is my jam rn. I even have a fanfic series based on it because I love it that much. It’s so awesome!

But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want a DMC ship with Vergil. Hopefully, that can happen at some point. So if any lucky DMC girl wants to ship with Vergil then come at me! I’ll be here screaming lol

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Pretty simple really. Flirt with Vergil, Tease Vergil, pester him with hints. Create good chemistry and make him head over heels! Send in shippy memes, fluffy memes. Don’t hold back because Vergil is SUPER stubborn.

 I definitely encourage anyone who wants a ship with Vergil to just come at him! Because remember:  Good Chemistry = A Beautiful Ship!

TAGGED BY TOTALLY NOT STOLEN FROM:  @rachel-of-slaughter TAGGING: Honestly, I have no idea atm. So anyone who sees this, you are AUTOMATICALLY tagged!

[motorcityarchive]

Hello, I’m not entirely new around here but this blog is!

As you may be able to tell from the name it’s a Titmouse/Disney Motorcity archive blog, meaning I will be rebloging everything* related to the show and organizing it in order to make certain posts easier to find. Please feel free to send me any old or un tagged posts to archive and please understand that this will be a slow and lengthy process, I am a full time student and as much as I love it organizing motorcity posts is not my only hobby :)

*This includes posts that I may not personally agree with or like

Below are the current Tags I have/will use for posts, it’s LONG:

Warning Tags:

- Potentially NSFW

This tag will house content that has suggestive themes and/or characters lacking appropriate** clothing (**appropriate for the scenario presented ex. burners in bathing suits hanging out at the beach will not be tagged, single burner in a bathing suit without any other context will be tagged. I am being overly conservative on purpose, I’m sorry, this MAY change in the future)

- NSFW

Sexually explicit material: Obvious pin ups of characters/Characters in sexual contexts

- TW Flashing

For videos that contain flashing

- Potentially Triggering

Suicide or self harm mentions as well as generally disturbing material, sorry it’s vague for now I’ll make it more specific if the need comes

- Death

- Implied Death

- Major Injury

- Age gap relationship

- Adult/minor relationships

I am likely as displeased as you that I have to make those a tag

General tags:

- Motorcity

- Headcannon

- Cannon

- Fan work

- Fanart

- Fan edit

- Fan fiction

- Contained Fan fiction

- Video edit

- Image edit

- Screenshot

- Video game recreation

- Digital art

- Traditional art

- comic

- Meme

- Music

- Playlist

- Ask

- Ask game

- Crossover

- Other fandoms

- Written work

- Theory

Gang/Territory tags:

- Burners

- Motorcitizen

- Deluxian

- The Amazons

- Mama’s boys

- Larpers

- The Duke’s men

- Terra dwellers

- The Skylarks

- Fan gang

- Electroblades

- Cablers

- Weekend Warriors

- The Dude Bros

- Outsiders

Character Tags:

- Mike Chilton

- Julie Kane

- Julie Kapulsky

- Chuck

- Texas

- Texas Yang

- Dutch Gordy

- Claire

- Tennie

- Roth

- Jacob

- Hudson

- Kaia

- Rall

- The Duke of Detroit

- Cyborg Dan

- Babs

- Thurman

- Thurman the Magnificent

- Ruby

- Ruby the Darkslayer

- Lord Vanquisher

- The Oracle

- Sam

- Philip

- Rayon

- Red

- Junior

- Foxy

- Lizzie

- Bracket

- Antonio

- Abraham Kane

- Kane

- Crater

- AJ

- Jenzen

- Tooley

- Capri Chilton

- Mike’s Mom

- Mike’s Dad

- Mr. Gordy

- Mrs. Gordy

- Darr Gordy

- Sue Ellen

- Utilitons

- Background Character

- Crossover Character

- [name of crossover character]

- [ship] fankid

- [character] fankid

- [name] oc

- Bots

Ship tags:

- ship

- Implied ship

- Multi ship

- Poly ship

- Cannon x oc

- [character]/[oc]

- MikeTex

- Mike/Texas

- Jukebox

- Julie/Mike

- Muck

- Mike/Chuck

- Dutch/Mike

- Dennie

- DutchTennie

- Dutch/Tennie

- DutchTex

- Dutch/Texas

- Dutch/Chuck

- Dutch/Julie

- Texie

- Texas/Julie

- Clulie

- Claire/Julie

- Chuck/Julie

- Chuxas

- Chexmix

- Texas/Chuck

- Cluck

- Claire/Chuck

- Poly burners

- Jacob/Hudson

- Claire/Foxy

- Flaire

- Red/Mike

- Rulie

- Red/Julie

- Rayon/The Duke

- Babs/The Duke

- Kane/The Duke

I will eventually add more but I either don’t know the ship or do not want to think about the tags of some of the ships I know are on here, I’ll deal with it when I get to it

Au Tags, This is a list that I assume will be ever growing but so far we have:

- Au

- Fantasy Au

- No burners Au

- Galaxies Beyond Au

- Wings au

- Meant au

- And many more to come

All aus will have Au at the end

Idk what to call these but they’re kinda like aus:

- trans!burners

- baby! Burners

- spider! Chuck

- motorcitizen! Chuck

Misc. Tags

Fashion, for outfits other than cannon ones

All posters will have their own tags as well to search by artist/creator

More Tags will be added as I see fit

[synchronmurmurs]

Five Dollars

So because of this tweet:

I proceeded to joke that because Vergil’s DLC is so goshdarned cheap, that he’s a cheap slut and a five dollar whore who’d go home with anybody....

And then I wrote this... which is kind of that, but also not really?!??! I don’t know, I have no excuses, people are making really cute and sweet and beautiful celebratory art about this, and here I am writing Vergil getting pegged, I don’t know WHAT’S going on anymore slkdfh

--

It was a throwaway comment at best, something he'd said without much thought. But Vergil knew, the moment you cast him that look from across the dinner table, with the glint in your eye and the peek of your tongue between your teeth, that he'd just sold away some irrevocable part of him.

Ironic, when it can be said you already own him, body and soul, for free.

"Look at you. Cheap slut like you would do anything for a little bit of cash." Your fingers linger at his hips, tracing the pleasantly tight v-cut of his abs until you reach a patch of short hair - perfectly trimmed. He shivers, makes a noise from deep within his throat that could almost have been a snarl if he weren't on his hands and knees. Your hand slips lower until your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, teasing at the velvety skin there. "A measly five bucks is all it takes to get you hard?" You lean down, soft breasts pressing into the flexing muscles of his back. "How embarrassing."

Vergil shifts underneath you, shoots you a look from out the corner of his eye that would chill even a wild tempest, but there isn't much he can do when he's impaled on a silicon cock, buried so deep he can feel coarse straps against his skin. "I'm not talking to you right now."

"Ooh, moody~" you laugh lightly into his shoulder, so amused that it borders on cruel, and nudge forward a little more, until your thighs touch the back of his and the mattress tilts underneath your combined weight. Vergil jolts with a shuddered groan, feeling a flash of heat and a tingle of pleasure when your hips roll, and your strap on keeps nudging and probing and grazing that one spot inside of him that makes him, him - the Alpha and the Omega, the Darkslayer - moan and whine like a bitch in heat.

"You're not talking to me because it feels so good, right?"

There are far more elegant ways to talk about this - about how he's nursing an eight inch cock in his ass and actually liking it - that would preserve his dignity, but gentle as you're being with him, taking it slow, and making sure it's more pleasurable than uncomfortable in the way you gently eased inside him until he'd taken all of you, the words that pour out of your mouth are designed to make his face burn from the humiliation.

Which is why he turns away from you and presses his lips together in a show of stubborn defiance, masking each thrust, each flinch with a firmly clenched jaw.

He hears your voice in his ear again, deep and breathy, reminding him of your vulgar phone calls to him in the dead of night about how you wish he were with you, and all the things you'd let him do to you. Oh, dirty little mix like you knows that tone gets him going, and you show it by giving his cock a loving pump, milking a bead of precum from him and letting it drip onto crumpled bed sheets. "Don't do that, baby, let me hear how good I'm making you feel~"

Again with the provocation, again with the undercutting tone, again with the potent throb of his cock, because fuck, this is precisely the sort of thing he says to you when his head is between your legs, or when he has you suspended in the air, anchored in place by a wall in front of you and his cock behind. Vergil grips the sheets, not because his vision is beginning to grow hazy and indistinct from his own pleasure, but because he…

He's–

He wrenches his eyes shut just to keep them from rolling when he cums without warning, pushing back against you so your thick cock never leaves his prostate, never stops sparking flames that lick and burn at his skin. A sound erupts from the base of his throat, a hoarse noise that might have been a moaned "yes" if he were more honest with himself.

In your hand, his cock twitches, painting and ruining your sheets in thick ribbons of cum as he continues to writhe beneath you. Every muscle clenches, vessels bulging in his neck, his arms, everywhere, as he hides his pleasure from you. But with each pass of your hand, up and down his slick cock, more of that defensive, sheltered part of himself crumbles away until he's puffing your name.

You give him a minute of blessed silence when he finishes with one final ooze of cum, and one parting, almost desperate press against you, to let him catch his breath. Sort out whatever is happening inside his head as his shoulders go slack, and the fine pattern his tensed muscles make in his back begin to fade from sight. Then you slowly pull out of him with a pop that makes him groan.

You press a soft kiss into the middle of his back, where those angry lines and dips and divots used to be, and murmur in a voice that makes him melt just a little more, and in a different way. "Thank you for indulging me."

Beneath you, he hums quietly, and you're not certain if that's because of the fading high, or simply his way of letting you know he heard you. Your arms wind around his middle, and you hug him like that for another moment.

Until you think to push your luck, and you smile into his skin.

"I'll leave the money on the dresser."

Vergil sighs, sounding more tired than he feels. "No."

"I'll leave extra since you put on such a good show for me."

"That's enough."

[motorcitizens]

ive never seen anywhere to watch motorcity with subs? so i went looking and found transcripts of most of the early mc episodes (available in a reply so tumblr doesnt kill the post) but theyre missing a few towards the end. i decided on my fourth rewatch that id transcribe episode 9! whether youre a hard of hearing fan or just want the reference, here you go! let me know if the initials are annoying, ill edit them out.

-I got you with the slash!

-Nuh-uh!

-You first.

-Why me?

-Cuz you're dead anyway.

-There's nothing down here!

-Philip? S- stop fooling around, man. I- I can hear you down there.

-Aah!

[theme]

-The last time I bought anything from you, it took me a week to fumigate the kitchen!

-Okay, the reshcaps were a mistake, you're right about that. But today, I have something extra special...

D- ...then she says, 'that's why I can't eat the sandwich!'

[all laugh]

C- Wait, wait, I got one. Where does a snowman keep his money? In a snow bank! Eh? Get it? Come on, it's funny!

Th- We're searching for the Vanquisher, king of the realm?

T- Oh. I think they're talking about me.

M- Yeah, I have no idea who you're-

Th- There he is!

Burners- Chuck?!

T- [laughter]

R- Hey! You dare insult Lord Vanquisher? I should take your tongue and feed it to the birds.

T- Uh, you can't do that. I need my tongue.

C- Release him, Darkslayer.

R- ... Fortune smiles upon you today.

M- So, Chuck, you wanna introduce us to your... friends?

C- Guys, allow me to present: Thurman the Magnificent, and Ruby the Darkslayer!

Th: We are knights of the kingdom of Raymanthia.

C- It's called LARPing! [...] Live action role-playing? [...] Okay, I have a life outside of the Burners, you know!

D- Sure doesn't look like it.

T- Oh! I get it! Ahahaha!

Th- My Lord, a situation has arisen. The oracle awaits.

O- As you requested, Sam and Phillip were dispatched on a scouting mission early this morning. But we have not heard from them for many hours.

M- What do you mean you haven't heard from them?

O- I fear, Lord Vanquisher, they have gotten lost on the outskirts of the realm.

T- Texas is confused. Okay, now is this part of your little game or is this real?

D- We're standing behind some dude's van who calls himself the oracle. What do you think?

O- I demand silence!

J- I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm with Texas on this one.

O- Chuck! Make em stop.

C- Wait. Is this part of the game?

Th- No. Sam and Philip are really missing.

M- So, this is for real?

O- We need your help.

C- I vow to find our wayward kinsmen.

C- Guys, this is LARPing!

T- Woah. That's it?

C- Each weekend, teams battle for control of the realm. The rules are simple: First, once you step onto the field of battle, you must remain in character. Second, if you must be vanquished: do so with honor. It's neat, ain't it?!

J- The game's already started?

R- If by 'game' you mean a ferocious battle to the death for the crown of Raymanthia, then yes.

O- But we can't win unless we find our friends.

[at the same time]

C- I say we split up.

M- Let's split up.

M- No disrespect! Chuck- uh, I mean, Lord Chuck. What do you think we should do?

C- Ahem! If we split up, we'll cover more ground!

O/Th/R- As you say, Lord Vanquisher.

C- Okay guys. We'll check the warehouse near the old Renaissance center, you guys check the battlefield.

Th- I dunno where that is. Can somebody else drive?

M- So, King Chuck. How'd you win your crown?

O- It happened many weekends ago... Chuck stood as freedom's last hope against Mad Dog the Conqueror. If he were to fall, darkness would reign for yet another long weekend. Mad Dog summoned his dragon to finish off the Vanquisher once and for all, but fate had different plans. It was totally awesome!

C- Naw, it wasn't... that awesome.

D- Little dudes!

J- Sam! Phillip?

D- Where are you?

Guy- Huzzah!

R- Leave this to me!

Guy- The bards shall sing of this day... the day the Darkslayer fell!

R- Someone shall fall on this day... but it shall not be me.

[fighting noises]

Guy- Aha! Tsk, tsk. You've lost your sword!

T- hyah!

R- What are you doing! I had him right where I wanted him!

Guy- You're not playing by the rules.

T- These are Texas rules! [karate noises] Now. We need you to answer some questions.

D- We're looking for two missing kids, Sam and Phillip. Have you seen them?

Guy- I'd rather die a thousand deaths than help the likes of you.

J- Ahem! Forgive us, my liege, but we are but humble squires in search of our kinsmen. Can you help us?

Guy- I've never been one to refuse a lady, certainly not one as ravishing as you. Saw your kinsmen five hours ago, approaching the Dungeon of Anguish.

D- Neat trick.

Th- We're never gonna find them in time. Then the stupid Bardonians are gonna win, think they're all cool with their fancy mustaches.

C- Hey. Buck up there, camper! People said we'd never win the Battle Royale last Fall, but we did. Our friends are out there, and we'll find em! We just gotta keep-

M- Uh, sorry. Dutch just called. Your friends were seen someplace called the Dungeon Anguish?

Th- It's actually the Dungeon of Anguish.

C- It's, uh. Well, it's actually just in the basement right here.

C- Wah, ah! Get it off me, get it off me!

Th- This isn't part of the game!

M- Yeah, well, neither is this!

R- That was. Incredible!

D- What were those things?

M- Don't know. But I'm betting they have something to do with our missing friends. We have to move. [LARPers kneel] Uh, come on. Get up, guys, we don't have time for this.

O- From this day forth, you shall be known as "Mike, the Smiling Dragon."

Th- You just got a great name. Jealous!

C- For saving my life on the field of battle, I owe you a debt of life.

M- That's... really not necessary.

O- Actually, it's totally necessary. The king of the realm cannot rule while carrying a debt of life.

C- As such, I give the crown to the Smiling Dragon!

M- No. No, Please, look, I can't, I just- I was-

C- Mikey, you gotta!

J- Hey guys, check this out! I've never seen that symbol before.

D- That's really old.

M- Way before my time. Maybe Jacob can help.

Th- What if those... things have Sam and Phillip?

R- Never fear. We have the Smiling Dragon. As long as he's our king, we can't lose. Did you see his moves? They were just so- so-!

M- You okay, buddy? Look, if it's about what happened back there, I'm sorry man. I was just trying to help.

C- It's not that. It's just-

M- Just what?

C- Look, I tripped, okay?

M- Um... If that's some kind of LARPer slang, I have no idea what it means.

C- The story you heard. About how I earned my crown? That's not how it really... went down. It was my first real battle. I'd never held a real lance before. I was still getting my balance when Lord Mad Dog summoned his dragon... I ran forward but... I tripped. The lance fell and hit him by accident! I won my crown with a lie. Hey... it's better that you're king now. I was never fit for the post. I've been king for 48 consecutive weekends, and-

M- 48? Woah, you do play this game a lot.

C- Yeah, but... it took less than an hour of LARPing with you for the others to see me for what I truly am... a follower.

M- Hey, a follower couldn't have led his team to 48 consecutive victories. You can't fake that!

C- Mikey... Look, I appreciate your support but we both know I'm no leader. Not when I'm a Burner and not even when I'm here, playing make believe.

M- Here. Take the pin back.

C- You can't just give it to me! The only way I can get it back is to earn it by saving your life. And let's be honest. That ain't gonna happen.

Th- Never seen that tunnel before. You aren't planning on taking us down there, are you?

R- Well I'm going in!

Th- Do you know how much trouble I'll get in if my mom finds out I went down some crazy dark tunnel looking for killer robots?!

O- He's not joking. His mom is terrifying.

M- They're right. This isn't a game anymore. Texas will stay up here and keep you safe while we go get your friends.

T- What! Wait, why me?

M- Because you're the bravest warrior we've got.

T- Yeah, that's true, but come on! Don't leave me with the nerds!

D- What is this place?

O- Booyah! Mutant wolverine. I win!

Th- I could show you how to use that.

T- Save it. Not interested.

O- Why not? You're really good.

T- You really think so?

Th- Here, watch.

T- Hyah! Huh?

T- Mike, Julie! Incoming! We got trouble!

Th- Come on, I just got this!

O- Your mom is gonna be so mad.

J- This isn't working!

M- I'm open to suggestions!

R- A wizard!

Ja- Applesauce!

J- Jacob?

R- Aww!

Bot- The creator has returned!

M- Uh, Jacob? Care to fill us in?

Ja- It started back when Kane and I were partners- before there even was a Deluxe! I was designing our first ever Utility Bot. Its purpose was to make life in Detroit easier and safer. I equipped it with a new AI that would allow the bot to anticipate human commands, but I was the only one the bot seemed to listen to. But if it were ever to escape the lab, there's no telling the danger it could pose. I begged Kane to shut the program down! I always thought he did.

Bot: It began soon after you left us. Kane retrained us! We were instructed to capture enemies of the public and bring them back to Kane's new creation, an Interrogator. But the humans could not control it. Kane sealed the lab. Our new master told us every human was out to destroy us. As such, every human became our enemy. Disloyalty was severely punished. So we waited, until this door finally opened.

M- Our friends went missing this morning. Have you seen them?

Bot- Of course. We took them per our master's instructions.

J- We need to get them back!

[roar]

Bot- Our master has awoken. If he discovers you here with us, he will destroy us.

M- Get the LARPers out of here!

C- I'm not leaving you guys!

R- Our place is here, with our King!

M- This isn't a game! Get your friends to safety.

C- Let's move!

D- Come on!

J- Look out!

[rubble collapses the door]

T- Mike!

D- Julie!

Both- Jacob!

D- We'll never move this stuff by ourselves!

T- Says who?

Th- What do we do?

C- I know a way to get through there! But I will require your van.

Ja- There used to be another exit!

J- Hey, look at this!

M- The kids have to be in one of those rooms. If we can find a way past that thing we can rescue them and get the heck out of here! Think you can buy us some time?

J- Do you even have to ask? Hey, ugly! Over here!

M- Sam! Phillip! Climb up here!

S- You're the new king of the realm?

M- You bet your butt I am. Lord Smiling Dragon, at your service. Now get up that rope, squire!

T- Okay, I admit. It's pretty cool.

C- But is it possible?

D- Sure. But there's no way the three of us can build it fast enough.

C- What if they helped?

D- I know you don't mean the little lunatics that just tried to kill us!

Bot- We cannot get involved. If our master were to find out-

C- He's not your master! You are in Raymanthia. And in Raymanthia, every man- or... freaky little Utiliton- is free! Free to stand up for yourselves. Free to fight back! And free to live! Our friends are down there, and I swear to you on the steel of my blade that even if I have to slay the beast itself, we! will! bring them back!

[utilitons cheering]

T- hwah! Nah, see, this ain't nerdy. This is a level 25 battle ax, okay? Twenty five. Think about it.

Ja- Maybe there wasn't another exit?

M- Stay here!

M- Way to go, Chuck!

S&P- The Vanquisher!

T- Make way for Texas!

C- The beast is absorbing the blasts!

[mike gets got]

C- Mike!

C- Drive! and when I say stop, stop fast! ...STOP!

M- Ha, oh yeah!

M- For saving my life on the field of battle, I owe you my life. My steel is yours to command, since a king cannot carry... I forget how the rest of it goes, here! All hail King Chuck, the Vanquisher!

R- This was the coolest game ever!

M- ... the game. Your win streak. You guys have to go defend your crown!

Th- We'll never be able to muster an attack in time.

T- What if we help.

M- We're yours to command, Lord Vanquisher.

C- For the glory of the realm!

[all yell]

[fractempyreal]

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NAME  :    Vergil NICKNAME / ALIAS  :   Verge  (really  only  Dante  calls  him  this); Darkslayer ; The  Black  Angel ;  Nelo  Angelo ;  Son  of  Sparda ;  V ;   Gilver ;   &   some  others  that  his  s/o  has  given  him AGE  :     Appears  to  be  in his  early  fourties  ( depends  on  verse,  can  range  from  early  20′s  to  early  40′s ) SPECIES  :   Hybrid ( half  human,  half  devil )

PERSONAL !

MORALITY  :     lawful /   chaotic  /   good   /  neutral /   evil  /   true . RELIGION  :    none . SINS   :     greed   /   gluttony   /   sloth  /   lust  /   pride / envy / wrath . VIRTUES :     chastity   /   charity  /   diligence   /   humility  /   kindness   /   patience   /   justice . KNOWN LANGUAGES :   Fluent  in  English ,   Japanese ,   Italian ,   Latin ,    Spanish ,   Greek ,   Dimoori  Sheol SECRETS  :  Most  anything  about  him  is  secret ,  taking  into  consideration  just  how  many  people  he  trusts  [ basically  0  people ] .  Some  people  don’t  know  about  his  brother ,   other  people  call  him  mad ,  insane ,  due  to  the  nature  of  his  goals  which  he  wishes  to  obtain .  There  are  other  small  things  which  he  tries  to  maintain  a  secret ,   such  as  his  human  bloodline ,   what  he  is  tends  to  be  ambiguous  to  many .   To  humans,  he  is  merely  another  human ,   and  to  unknowing  demons ,   he  is  a  powerful  Devil .

PHYSICAL !

BUILD  :     scrawny   /   bony   /   slender   /   fit   /   athletic /   curvy   /   herculean   /  pudgy  /   average   . HEIGHT  :   200 cm  / 6 ′ 5 ″.  SCARS   /   BIRTHMARKS  :  Due  to  his  genetics  and  being  half  devil,  his  skin  is  pretty  clear  and  without  any  kind  of  blemish  or  distinguished  marks.  At  least  in  the  beginning .   After  having  underwent  brutal  experimentation   &   torturous  treatment  under   Mundus’  control ,   he  now  possesses  silvery  markings ,   brandings ,   caused  by  the  black  armor  that  was  moulded  to  his  body .   They  run  down  the  cheeks  of  his  face ,   skittering  down  his  throat   &   spidering  out  over  his  chest ,   arms  ,   back   &   legs .   They  aren’t  painful  anymore ,   but  every  so  often  there’s  a  phantom  ache  that  flares  up  during  later  years  after  his  return . ABILITIES   /   POWERS  :   Possessing  extremely  keen  senses ,   Vergil  is  highly  proficient  in  battle .   There’s  little  that  can  match  his  speed   &   elegance  paired  with  dimension  shattering  blows .   He  covets  his  sword ,  Yamato ,   a  weapon  that  he’s  held  to  tightly  since  he  was  a  young  boy .   He’s  trained  endlessly  with  it  since  he  was   a  little  boy   &   has  knows  how  to  handle  Yamato   to  its  highest  potential  in  comparison  to  his  younger  brother  or  Nero .   He  can  rip  through  dimensions  with  Yamato ,   tearing  that  fabric  of  reality  means  that  he’s  also  capable  of  traversing  through  different  dimensions   &   locations  within  the  world .   He’s  capable  of  also  manipulating  his  own  demonic  aura  to  form  into  swords ,   using  them  as  flying  projectiles  or  a  temporary  shield  which  then  shatter  once  they’ve  made  impact .   He  can  manipulate  time  to  a  degree  in  a  rather  wide  range ,   especially  during  a  specific  attack  where  he  appears  EVERYWHERE   &   NOWHERE   all   at  the  same  time ,    &   if  you’re  caught  in  the  middle  of  it ,   everything  stops ,   your  breath  freezes  in  your  throat ,   heartbeat  thundering  in  your  ears  as  glittering  blade  slides  back  into  its  scabbard .   The  resounding  ‘ click ‘  is  what  breaks  the  spell ,   &   you  better  pray  that  you  weren’t  struck  by  one  of  his  blows .   Aside  from  his  speed  (   faster  than  the  normal  eye  can  follow ) ,   there’s  also  something  else  that  people  don’t  really  know ,   nor  should  want  to  know ,   about  him .   As  a  Half - Devil ,    &    one  that  consumed  the  forbidden  fruit ,   he  has  another  form  that  is  even  more  powerful  than  his  human  form .   His  Perfect  Devil  Trigger .   This  form  is  much  larger  than  his  human  form ,   but  it’s  far  quicker ,   &   even  more  powerful  than  one  could  ever  hope  to  imagine .   With  massive  wings   &   a  lashing  tail  capable  of  shattering  bone  upon  a  single  strike ,   along  with  long  talons   &   bone  crushing  maw ,   this  is  the  true  form  of  a  Devil .   If  you  ever  happen  to  set  your  eyes  upon  this  form ,   then  it  would  be  best  to  pray  for  a  painless  end . RESTRICTIONS : There  are  few  drawbacks  that  result  from  his  powers   &   abilities ,   but  the  real  issues  lie  in  his  memories .   Memories ,   to  him ,   double  as  nightmares .   They  are  parts  of  him  which  he  actively  suppresses ,   ignoring  their  existence   while  he  sought  to  rid  himself  of  his  HUMAN  HEART ,   which  he  finds  to  be  another  weakness  in  of  itself .   As  much  as  he  makes  to  pretend  that  he  has  no  heart ,   any  mention  of  his  human  blood  will  bring  his  blood  to  boil ,   which  becomes  dangerous  for  the  one  that  provokes  him  afterwards .   Pride  continues  to  blind  him ,   as  well  as  his  obsession  with  becoming  ever  more  powerful  (  striving  to  better  himself  ) ,   which  means  that  he  will  sacrifice  many  other  people  at  the  expense  of  his  goal .    Along  with  that ,   he  is  an  introvert .   He  has  very  few  to  no  relationships  with  people ,    &    it  grows  to  be  painfully  obvious  why  that  is  the  case  once  he  returns  by  the  end  of  DMC5 .   He  has  no  social  skills ,    &   struggles  with  holding  any  kind  of  conversation  with  people .  

FAVOURITES !

FOOD  :    Sweets ,   typically  little  tea/coffee  cakes ,   doesn’t  really  eat  a  lot . DRINK  :   Tea    &    coffee . PIZZA TOPPING  :   That’s  more  Dante’s  jam ,   not  his B/ COLOUR  :  Blue   &    gold . MUSIC GENRE  :    Classical  music ,   though  he’s  picky  with  which  kind  is  playing . BOOK GENRE  :   He  likes  any  good  book ,   typically  philosophical  ones   &   ones  that  include  poetry .   He  reads  a  lot  of  history  books  as  well .   In  essence ,   he  enjoys  reading  as  a  pastime . MOVIE GENRE  :   None . CURSE WORD  :  Damn ,   dumbass ,   though  he  hardly  ever  resorts  to  swearing . SCENT ( S )  :  Crisp ,   like  winter  morning .   There’s  hints  of  mint ,   with  undertones  of  cedarwood and amber .

FUN STUFF !

BOTTOM OR TOP  :  Mainly top ,   but will bottom on occasion  (  mainly  depends  on  who  his  partner  is  ) SINGS IN THE SHOWER  :  No . LIKES PUNS  :   . . .  Depends .

tagged by : honestly it’s been like a year so I don’t even remember tagging: @anyone that wants to do this !  Have at ye !  Just say I tagged you :>

[strawberryvanillablast]

Vento Innocente Incorrect Quotes

Koichi: Now, remember Giorno. If you see something, say something.

Giorno: Hmm.

Giorno: Oh! I saw a puppy that had Mr. Bruno's suit spots! :D

Koichi:

Koichi, serious: Outstanding. This is exactly what I am talking about.

@darkslayers-bride

@mrsgiovanna

@briagiovanna

@starry-blue-echoes

[darksonofsparda-archived]

♞ for something that my muse wants to do + ♟ for something my muse admires

Romantic tips about Vergil |

♞ for something that my muse wants to do ;

This really depends on which verse. But in my main Verse which is post DMC4, Vergil escaped hell and seeks redemption for his dark past. He regrets what he did and where his path of darkness lead him to. Vergil’s goal is simple here, he seeks to rid all of the human world from demons who want to kill humans and cause chaos This is his way of atoning for his actions and as well as avenging his late mother and aims to do it alll his own way. Despie this,  he refuses to be called a hero. 

♟ for something my muse admires ; 

Vergil doesn’t really have much for admiration, but he would admire some things that he would see in people. He would admire anyone who is willng to accomplish their goal at any means necessary, it is almost a reflection of how he is and finds it respectible.

Vergil also admires honor, if he sees a fighter show sportsmanship or respect in a battle or respect in general he would take a liking to that. 

He also admires people who fight for a cause, if their resolve is wholesome and they have a strong passion for their resolve he respects it very much. 

He also likes people who are strong personality wise and fighting wise. If someone has an iron will, Vergil finds it admirable.

Lastly, Vergil admires those who do anything to protect ones closest to him, even though he did it a different way, seeing someone else’s will to do anything it takes to keep people safe, he appreciates it.