#I wrote a fic a few years ago

[lady-shadow-and-darkness]

Hear me out :

Teen Dazai and Chuuya going around finding every single arcade in the entire city and always having the very top two high scores in most of the games to the point where every single teen who has ever lived in Yokohama and has gone to any arcade is like "I don't know who the fuck Mackerel and Slug are but they're annoying."

[xhanisai]

Thinking about how pink is Marinette's favourite colour but when she met Adrien and Chat Noir, the colour green became just as beloved for her. She would find herself often comparing other green things to their eyes, internally remarking how the shades would pale in comparison to her favourite blond-haired green-eyed boys <3333

One time Alya asked Ladybug what her favourite colour is in an interview and she accidentally blurt out "green". She almost went pure Marinette right there and then, stuttering and everything. And then Alya put two and two together and asked if it's because of Chat Noir's eyes.

The internet exploded that day and when Ladybug next met up with her partner, he was a gooey, lovesick kitten already melting all over the place.

HIS LADY LOVES HIS EYES!!!!

[brningflamez]

ive seen this posted without credit before so if you've seen this evil drawing i am the one that made it! the @ on the drawing has changed bc my user has changed

(i wonder how many people have actually seen this image before or if im over exaggerating)

[wayward-sherlock]

christmas fic !!!

[fatalhoon]

w.c 0.9k | fluff

[ 7:22 pm ] the plate of food in front of you is nearly empty, but raising your head just a bit, you see that the plate directly across from yours is almost exactly how it was when the waitress set it down. you shovel another spoonful into your mouth, watching as your boyfriend’s brow creases as he squints at the almost comically large, dusty and permanently wrinkled roadmap he holds open in front of him.

“i think we’re lost,” renjun sighs, resting his head heavily in his hand, slightly pouty as his eyes continue to scan the maze of lines on the map. you swallow your bite of food, tilting your head doubtfully at him.

“the only way to get lost on a road trip is if we end up at the bottom of the ocean,” you joke, lifting up your mug and peeking in, swirling around the last drops of your hot cocoa. you sigh.

looking up at renjun’s mug, still topped with a mountain of whipped cream, untouched, you grin innocently at him. “are you gonna drink that?” you ask him sweetly, pointing to his hot beverage, batting your lashes. he just shakes his head sadly, sliding the drink across the table.

your grin falls at his distraught expression. you reach over to grab his hand, squeezing it reassuringly in your own. “cheer up babe, we’re not even that far from home yet, we can’t be that lost.” you sip your newly acquired beverage as renjun sighs.

“exactly, we’ve only been on the road for a few hours and i already can’t recognize where we are,” renjun explains, smoothing his free hand over the crinkled paper to flatten it a bit, continuing to follow the small jagged lines with his finger.

“are you sure we can trust that?” you ask, eyeing the ancient looking paper spread out on the table. “it looks really old, jun.”

“what do you mean? how much could have really changed since-” renjun searches around for any indication of a date, sinking down in the booth a bit as he reads out, dejectedly, “1994.”

you snort into your hot cocoa, wiping up the bit of whipped cream that tickled your nose. renjun buries his face in his hands, groaning.

“this map is 30 years old? where did you even get this thing?” you gawk, failing absolutely miserably to hold in your laughter.

“this is the worst luck,” he mumbles into his palms, muffled. you reach up to pry his hands from his face, smiling warmly at him.

“renjun honey, i love you, i really do.” his cheeks heat up ever so slightly at that. “and i love that you insisted on a technology free trip, to bond more and whatnot, but all i’m saying is that maybe if we had a phone, you wouldn’t be so worried.” you suggest, rubbing his hands with your thumbs as you hold them.

“hey, if you wanted an inauthentic trip full of half assed conversation, you could have hit up haechan,” renjun teases.

“why would i hit up hyuck when you’re so much cuter?” you beam, and you notice how the corner of his mouth tips up into a shy smile of his own.

“plus, hyuck would’ve never given me his hot chocolate,” you add. renjun rolls his eyes.

you lean across the table and press a kiss to his cheek. he turns away with a whine at your sudden affection, but his face scrunches up in a grin that makes your heart flutter. the sun has just began to set, casting rays of warmth in through the window next to your booth. it makes renjun’s face glow as he bathes in the sky’s pink light, and you think he’s never looked prettier.

“i know you’re upset, but i promise i’m still having a good time. i don’t care if we’ve been cursed, i don’t care if the whole universe is out to get us.” your head and arms motion upwards, to the ‘whole universe.’ renjun grins dreamily at you, glowing in the sunset.

“as long as i’m with you, anywhere we are, i’m happy.” you reassure him.

“even if we ended up at the bottom of the ocean?”

“i’d hold my breath forever to be with you.” this time it’s renjun who leans forward to kiss you.

“why don’t we find the nearest motel and settle down with some snacks and watch shitty cable movies, and figure out what to do in the morning? i’m sure the map can point us there if nowhere else.” you squeeze his hands, earning a nod and a content smile as he looks down, scanning the map for a possible place to settle down for the night.

as the waitress returns to clean up the plates and mugs, her apron bumps a glass of water perched on the table, sending a icy stream across the old paper.

“oh, god! i’m so sorry, let me help with that,” she bumbles, embarrassed, pulling a wad of napkins from her pockets. she presses them down to mop up the spill, an endless string of apologies falling from her lips. “today has just not been my day, it’s like the universe is out to get me or something.”

as renjun assures her that it’s fine, accidents happen, you glance down at the map, the aged ink blotted out into an unintelligible mess of dull colors. your eyes meet renjun’s again above the disaster, and a second passes before you both chuckle, accepting your fate of bad luck.

“maybe we’d better just call the boys instead.”

[sisterdivinium]

Now is the time to place your bets on whether or not this hyper self-indulgent doctor superion Vampire the Masquerade AU fic will or won't get to 100 handwritten pages...

[backhurtyy]

“So I’m not malfunctioning?” Vic had asked nervously, mulling the word “asexual” over in his mind.

“You are not,” Nurse Ratched had replied. “I also do not experience sexual attraction, and I am perfect. The same could arguably be said about you.”

- In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune, page 59

absolutely SCREAMING over this. i cannot believe that this is in a book written by a very popular queer writer. that people are picking this book up and reading these words and learning that there’s nothing wrong with being ace. that there are people out there who are going to learn what asexuality is from this book, and connect with that description, and a few sentences later be told there’s nothing wrong with them. i love that it’s approached with humor, but also a sense of seriousness that this is a valid identity. i just. i love it.

[mci-writing]

Warmth (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Obsessiveness (near the end), implied major character death, reanimated corpse (it’s Deku), necromancy, Deku is the equivalent of Frankenstein’s monster kinda, a little ooc, mentions of pain, descriptions of skin burning (not exactly but yeah idk how to explain it)

Kofi

Viridian irises glance over the form laid before them, a longing sigh passing through chapped lips and landing on deaf ears. Fingers, cold to the touch and tinted blue from lack of flowing blood and oxygen, slide across the small expanse of exposed (s/t) skin, the thumb stopping just under a closed left eye and softly, lovingly, tenderly rubbing the area. It leaves the warmest goosebumps, so warm it should ache, dulling once the contact is distanced.

Whispers of ‘patience’ sound through the air, chilling down to the bone and causing him to pull away out of instinct. The reactions of those around him tell him that they aren’t really there, but he can’t help his response after being told such for so long. For so achingly long.

“Deku-kun,” He feels himself straighten at the voice beside him, a hand setting itself at the small of his back. The thumb rubs small, circles in an attempt to soothe his worrying, “If you keep tugging at your lip like that, you’ll rip it off.”

He becomes self-aware of his habit after his companion points it out, cheeks warming as he quickly lets it go. He wets his lips with his tongue after, teeth grazing over the bottom one as they pop out. He’s unable to stop the awkward chuckle that follows or the way his eyes flit from those around him to the body on the table.

“I’m sure (L/n)-San wouldn’t mind reattaching it once they wake, Uraraka-San,” Todoroki stands near the door, his eyes never straining from beyond the frame as he speaks to them. It’s hard to miss his tense demeanor from where they’re placed, one of his fangs pointing past his lips.

Izuku feels himself sweat at that, a wobbly smile forming on his face as he brings his full attention back to the other members of their group. The best he can manage out is a small “T-Thanks, Todoroki-San” as his hand connects with (Y/n)’s and laces his fingers through theirs.

Silence fills the room again after that. Midoriya can hear his heart racing and feel (Y/n)’s faint pulse. They pump in tandem together, like always. Yet, it does nothing to ease his fears. He knows that spell they cast was powerful, but they’ve been out for a few days now. The only reassurances he’s received of them still being alive was the small noises they’d make as they rested, the way their hand tightly holds his each time he holds it, and the addictive burn he receives with each touch to their skin.

The book of necromancy did say that some spells would be harder to cast for users with less experience, but Midoriya didn’t realize that translated to needing to rest for so long to regain the little strength of power (Y/n) knew how to use. He would’ve tried harder to suggest something else for their escape.

“Oi, Deku!” The rough voice of his childhood friend wakes him from his thoughts, his thumb and forefinger making themselves known on his lips as they tightly squeeze from the small jump he makes. He’s being side-eyed by shades of crimson, but not many would catch the soft worry behind them, “Me n Shitty Hair’s got the ship waiting at the dock. Cargo truck’s outside.”

Emerald eyes meet the fiery shades, an understanding spoken between them that only their little bubble could process. Without a beat, Bakugou comes forward and lifts the end of the slab they're laying across and Todoroki is quick to grab the other end. They load it into the cargo truck's trunk, careful to ensure they're strapped down in the back before Todoroki hops out. Midoriya watches on, eyes longing for the warmth he’s just lost.

~~~~~

The car only holds four people, debatably three if you wanted to argue whether or not Midoriya could still be counted as human in his current form. He was undead, that much he could confirm from the way his body had been stitched together and the ice cold feeling of his skin when he wasn’t within a certain proximity of (Y/n). He was something like Frankenstein, but the context seemed less science fiction and more fantasy. He had no clue why he had been brought back to life, just that he had been. (Y/n) and Kacchan always avoided the question when he’d ask how he’d died.

That’s another thing, it’s always the three of them. Even now, only Kacchan and (Y/n) were going to board the boat with him. Kirishima was only here to take them there and back.

His gaze pans away from the passing scenery outside to the body pressed against his. His cheeks warm as bright a red as they possibly can at the proximity, yet he can’t force himself to move away from the burning sensation of their skin touching. It hurts in the nicest way possible, making him feel way more alive than he thought possible. It’s why he thought he had just woken from a long sleep instead of immediately thinking he’d come back to life, the warmth too comforting for him to question anything at the time. Both of his companions joked about it being out of character for him.

He takes in the low rise of their chest and the serene look of their face. It’s one of the very few times he hasn’t seen them worried out of their mind since being brought back to life. He’s tried not to keep count of their smiles, one of his favorite aspects about them. If with their lips held in a neutral shape, he’s fighting the urge to kiss them until they swell.

He feels himself warm more at the repeated thought of laying a kiss on their unconscious form. He should be ashamed, but he’s been wanting to be intimate with them for a while now. It’s gotten so bad he gets a little jealous when he catches them and Kacchan away from him, whispering between themselves in a bubble of their own that he feels he won’t fit in.

That thought sours his feelings a little, especially when he knows he could never take them from Kacchan and he could never take Kacchan from them. The idea of them moving forward without him, leaving him out, and further pushing him away from the picture he'd perfectly fit in before his current state, gives him a deep pit feeling in his chest that he doesn't enjoy dwelling on for too long.

But right here… Right now…? He could just give them a quick peck and pretend it didn’t happen. No one would know… Unless they woke up from it or something…

He weighs his options, emerald eyes measuring and tracing the outlines of your lips. He has vivid memories of the one time he managed to get a kiss from them, in the dead of night when the only witnesses aside from themselves were the twinkling constellations. He doesn't remember how long ago it was, but he can perfectly picture the sight of them shyly smiling, their face warm, and (e/c) eyes dilated like a super moon. Their lips fit perfectly against his, slated and locked like they were meant to be attached for eternity, and delectably soft like fresh baked goods straight from the oven. He'd press his lips against them as much as he possibly could, suffocate against them even.

The cons would be them waking and beating the shit out of him... Or Kacchan catching him and beating the shit out of him...

Midoriya leans forward, hand burning as he cups their cheek. He rubs his thumb against their skin as his lips finally meet theirs again. It feels like home, his lips feverishly sucking against the plump flesh like he'll never be able to do so again.

He pulls away once he realizes he's being too greedy, too desperate. He sucks in a deep breath, the butterflies rising to his chest as his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can feel the warm honeydew in his cheeks, worsening when his eyes dart up and meet a certain pair of crimson ones. They stare at one another for a moment, but Midoriya can't read what Bakugou is thinking at all. Bakugou sends him a small smile, or something close to it. His lips quirk upward on one side before he turns back to the road. Kirishima is talking about something, but he's obviously not paying attention.

"'Zuku?" The soft call of his name has him looking down, meeting the dazed stare of (Y/n). They're still relatively exhausted from their overuse of magic, a bit of light missing from their pupils. They press their cheek into his hand, the bags under their eyes heavy, "Are we... heading there?"

"We're going to the dock right now, (Y/n). Kacchan's in the front seat and Kirishima's driving us there," Midoriya informs them, voice low as to not cause them any discomfort. He knows they typically suffer from headaches after too much use of their necromancy abilities, "I'm sure you should be able to rest a bit longer-"

"No, no," They begin to sit up, getting a grip on his shoulder and using it to push themselves up. They let go and force themselves to sit up on their knees, getting in a position where they can easily look out the window, "I have to check that... we're not... Not being..."

Their voice trails off as they grab their head, another splintering headache racking their body from the sudden movement. Midoriya is quick to grab hold of them, leaning their body against his. Gravity lays them back across his lap, their face pressing into the fabric of his shirt while they close their eyes. Out of instinct, he presses his fingers against the nape of their neck, slowly sliding them upwards to press at various spots in the back of their head.

"No one's following us, (Y/n). We made sure of that..." He murmurs, pushing their hair out of their eyes. His hand eases down the side of their face, fingers hooking under their chin and pushing it up so they can see him better, "Get your rest."

"Izuku...," They stare at him for a moment, different emotions flashing through their (e/c) eyes. One of their hands reaches up for his cheek, the flesh feeling as if it'll catch on fire at any moment. They pull away too quickly for his liking, the same stricken look reaching their eyes like every other time they touch him and they're reminded of their afflictions. He's heard them apologize to him in the late hours before.

With little thought, he grabs their hand and presses it back to his flesh. He feels just a little closer to being human again at the touch. He nuzzles into their hold, keeping eye contact with them and watching the confliction beyond their irises. He doesn't care about the way his body screams to flinch away from the heat, pressing more into it as opposed to as opposed to running from it. He tightens his hold when he feels them try to tug away from him.

“Izuku, stop. You’re hurting yourself-,”

"No, it's okay," He responds too quickly, leaning into their touch. He presses his ear to their chest, listening to the steady beating of their heart and the movement of their breathing in their chest. The heat isn't as excruciating, simmering to an addictive warmth adjacent to bodies entangled in a hug. It crawls over his skin and wraps around him like a blanket, "Everything is okay..."

He never wants to leave from (Y/n)'s hold, (Y/n)'s warmth, ever again. He doesn't know how he could ever live without it, especially not now when the cold is even colder than before...

[freckleslikestars]

Endeavour

1.02 Fugue | 7.03 Zenana

[zorosdimples]

please talk more about your selfship with hidan, please please please

bisky!!!! i shall i shall 🫶🏻 fair warning that my self-ship with him is incredibly delusional and one of the few where i’m not a “normal person” but actually have an interesting backstory.

to make things brief: i’m one of orochimomu’s test tube babies—how did he get me? nobody knows! he makes a deal with the hidden leaf village and sells me to them; i go into the foundation at a criminally young age and become danzo’s pride and joy. fast forward to my mid-twenties: i’ve been struggling with depression and my role for years. mid-mission i go rogue and escape to a rural village—still in the land of fire, but far from the hidden leaf. i chop off my hair and dye it and try to live as a normal person.

then danzo approaches the akatsuki and offers them a significant sum of money to bring him my head still intact. they decide to weigh their options and seek me out—i may be a more valuable asset with them. anyway because i’m a ✨ good ninja ✨ (old habits die hard) i figure out i’m being tracked and i live like a hunted animal for a bit until i’m forced to fight the akatsuki member after me: hidan. his jutsu is insane and my senses are a bit rusty so he gravely injures me and takes me back to their hq.

i eventually recover and i’m faced with a choice: i can either get taken back to danzo and face certain torture and possible death, or stay with the akatsuki and seek vengeance while helping them with their ends. i of course decide to stay because i’m pissed, and yeah! that’s the gist of it. i’m paired with hidan and kakuzu because i have good healing abilities and because kakuzu sometimes has to do things alone as mr. money man. it all sort of… blossoms from there. hidan and i are two bloodthirsty freaks or something.

[autism-corner]

Ayo look at this loser seeking comfort in fictional demons (its me im the loser)

another re-post (OG on ao3)

just some of the brothers comforting you&me <3

ft. Leviathan, Belphegor, Asmodeus & Beelzebub (200-300 words each)

Leviathan

Once you arrived at his door he could immediately tell something was wrong. It wasn't anything you had said, it's just that you were… a lot more quiet than usual. You were hesitant, and not at all like the human he had grown used to. 

Once the door was opened, you crashed into his arms. You both lay down somewhere, whether that is in his tub or on some splayed out beanbags. You lay curled up to his side, one of his arms over your shoulders. Your face is pressed into his neck, his hand is softly petting and calming you, while soothing words are being spoken by his soft voice. 

Once you've calmed down a bit he’ll ask you what you need, and do those things to the best of his abilities. If it's just him that you need, he will let you lay on his chest, and together you’ll read some fluffy manga. At the end of the night you’ll fall asleep in his arms, and before he also falls asleep he’ll give you some forehead kisses. 

If you approach him about it the next morning he’ll stutter something along the lines: ‘I- I- I mean,,, you would have done the same for me right? I- I- I can some- somewhat understand how you feel… please come to me next time too…’

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Belphegor

Finally having made it up the stairs of the attic, you open the door to see Belphegor already sleeping on the big bed. You get into the bed, as close to him as possible, and let it all out. Halfway through your rant/emotional breakdown/whatever he’ll likely be awake, but he won't let you notice since you don't really need him to talk right now. He will get closer to you once he realizes the situation, and wrap his arms around you so you’ll be nice, safe and cozy. 

Once you've calmed down and Belphie’s ‘woken up’, you���ll both likely stay in bed for a while. If you're up for it he will get a blanket and a lot of pillows, and lay those out in the observatory for a second cuddle session. Depending on your needs, he’ll let you talk, or he’ll let it be quiet, but it's most likely you’ll just lay together while belphie points at stars and tells their stories.

If you approach him about it later, he’ll likely dismiss it as ‘not that big of a deal’, and ‘you can come to me anytime, life is hard sometimes’ and ‘while I do enjoy cuddling with you, your safety and wellbeing comes first’. Secretly, he's very happy because HE is the one you went to for comfort, and that truly means a lot to him. He is very thankful you can be open to him. 

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Asmo

Asmo was just doing whatever in his room when he heard you knock. You were the only one that really knocked in this house, so excitedly he skipped over to the door. Upon seeing the state you are currently in, he’ll drag you inside and place you upon his bed, locking the door. This moment will be for the two of you. He’ll lay down next to you and place your head on his chest. While you let out everything you need to let out, he’ll pet your hair and respond to your emotions with quick nods and soothing noises. If the situation you're dealing with contains self-deprecation, he’ll take your head in his hands, and tell you all the things he loves about you. He himself is also way too familiar with those habits, so he's the best at trying to stop yours. 

Once you've calmed down he’ll ask if you want to do a spa day with just him, to help the both of you catch up and relax. You won't have to do anything, asmo says ‘Now, you just sit there and look pretty’, accompanied with a wink. No matter how hard the situation is, asmo will always lift up the mood. Depending on your needs, asmo could either talk your ears off, or will listen carefully to you, but most likely you’ll both be gossiping with eachother, distracting both of you from the reason(s) you’ve come here. 

If you approach him about it later, he’ll cheerfully respond ‘No problem sweetheart, anytime of course!’. You know that you can trust him, and he knows that you trust him. Maybe next time he’s having problems, you’ll help him in turn. In any case, he’ll look forward to hanging out with you again, no matter the circumstances. 

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Beelzebub

It's not often that you find Beel alone in his room, but you're happy he is this time. He’ll be doing whatever, laying on his bed and as soon as you walk in his protective mode will activate. He doesn't yet know how to handle these situations, but he’s trying his best. He’ll be sat upright with his arms open and inviting, allowing you to take place on his lap. His arms close around you and you can comfortably bury your head in his shoulder or chest to let it all out.  

Once you've calmed down you’ll both lay down, you still curled up by his side, and he’ll listen to you, or continue with whatever he was doing before, leaving you to rest. If his hunger comes up, he’ll carefully nudge you and ask if you’ll come with him to the kitchen. If not, he’ll ask Belphie to bring him some food, but if you're comfortable with it he’ll let you cling to him. On your way to the kitchen one of his brothers might pop up, and he’ll give them a look that could only mean ‘Leave us alone’ , causing you to have some time with Beel alone. While eating with one hand might be hard, he’ll manage if it means it’ll comfort you more. 

If you bring it up to him later, he’ll say ‘It wasn't a problem at all. Do please be careful. I won't mind helping next time, but stay safe, okay?’ He’ll give you a big grin and maybe ruffle your hair a bit. He really cares about you, even if it's hard for him to show it. 

[funsizedcrow]

trying to plan out a longfic currently which i have not successfuly done in a long time and. well it is going off the rails i have somehow ended up with a political drama?? this was supposed to be abt werewolves.

[fabdante]

For the 'WIP game' asks!: 'Retrospect' *eyes emoji* and/or- if Metas are a part of this- 'V is Kat theory' (maybe for later if it -isn't- part of this game!) WHOO! :D

my dear friend you read my mind because i was thinking about this wip game the other day and was thinking about making a new one asdfghjkl i will answer both!!

(wip ask game link, pls send me more if you would like gang, though fair warning this is older and some of the fics have since been posted. if you send any of those i will respond with a similar WIP!)

Retrospect (Samurai Champloo)

so the premise of this story (and a small series of interconnected stories i never quite got as far with) was five years after the events of the show, jin finds fuu living a quiet, normal life in some town. she's since gotten married to a very normal, well adjusted husband who knows nothing about her road trip across japan five years prior with mugen and jin. i really like jin and fuus dynamic. i think their relationship is very interesting like there's this sort of quiet understanding between them i wanted to explore, particularly in the context of them being a little older and a little more world lived so they can reflect a little better on things.

this was my first attempt to write sam cham and im very fond of it and still need to clean it a bit so it actually has a weird...artifact? i guess? of how i write fan fic asdfghj when its my first fic in a fandom i get really weird about writing character names asdfghj like it's embarrassing to write down the names which is why no one is named? at all?

just know it's jin and fuu, five years later, presently discussing mugen

“I always felt like he’d be dead soon,” she says. “It clung to him, like he’d died once or twice before, and death wanted him back. But it also wanted to see how many more bodies he could bring it.” “He did die once or twice,” he agrees. “I’m not sure he could die a third and come back from it. But I also don’t know what it’d take to finally kill him.” She’s not sure either. She can’t see him accepting death either. When she imagines his time coming, all she can see is him fighting as he’s always has, declaring that he’s not finished yet. She always wondered, though, if he’s ever actually enjoyed living. It more seemed like something he did because he must, like getting up in the morning. Though, she supposes, they’re all like that. Even now, with a life like she has, she feels she wakes up each day because it’s what she must do. “I’ve thought about finding him,” he admits, “or just looking for rumors. But then I thought that I’d rather find you.” She tries not to find that flattering. “I think it’s just worse not knowing. That he could have died out there, with no one and nothing,” she says, voice small. It surprises her when she doesn’t cry. But she doesn’t. “He doesn’t deserve to be nothing.” None of them deserved to be nothing. “The best comfort you can take is that you won’t know,” he says. “He’s alive as long as you think he is.” That’s true enough. She’s not sure it brings her any comfort.

V is Kat Theory!

So I find it really interesting how Kat and V are both stand ins for Vergil's humanity. Like I've theorized about this before with Kat and Downfall but in 5, the game is very clear that V is Vergil's humanity like that's just what he is. And I was really interested in how these characters paralleled with each other as a result. I started writing this essay not long after the game came out, maybe like...a year or so? So it's very old asdfghjk

the essay also have a very long segment where i just...ramble? about the differences between preboot and reboot vergil? which is relevant i guess but not exactly excerpt worthy asdfghjkl and i don't think i ever really got to a like...succinct, thesis moment where i begin solidly proving my thesis there's just like very long ramblings about V and Kat separately and my conflicting feelings on Vergil's Downfall. Enjoy this random excerpt asdfghjk

Kat on the other hand is much more roundabout in her symbolism I think. She is the only human in the game, which sets her up immediately within this framework. A human surrounded by the divine. But I think it goes further then that, and we can see it with how the twins relationships with her develop. With Dante this is probably obvious. We have a character who enters the game, self described loner who doesn’t think humanity is worth saving. It’s through Kat, our stand in for mankind, that Dante decides to change his mind. Through her vulnerability, strengths, and weaknesses, he decides he will take a place as humanities protector as their equal. With Vergil, though, it’s even more obvious. Because we have Vergil’s Downfall. In Downfall, Kat is literally poised as Vergil’s humanity. Something he cares for but ultimately must be rid of if he wants to be strong. In killing her double, he kills off this aspect of himself and gets progressively colder through the game. It’s fair to say she represents his ties to humanity also, his relationship with it as a whole. Through this lens, this provides an interesting perspective of reboot Vergil and his relationship to mankind. That it’s something he cares for deeply, but ultimately finds himself superior to. I don’t think Vergil sees that as a bad thing, which is a flaw of his. He does not see how this is condescending. He just seems to be looking at it from what he considers to be a standpoint of pure logic. In being a divine being, he is stronger. It must be the simple things that really prove that to him. Like how he likely cannot get sick. How he’s stronger without even trying, faster without even trying. How he’s particularly equipped by nature of his birth to kill demons. This doesn’t even touch the possibility of the twins possible longevity. The game never addresses the lifespan of nephilim and while I prefer to think that in the human world, without any connection to a power source (like the hellgates) that the twins will age normally because there has to be some limit to their power, there is nothing that really proves that theory. On the contrary, we know Sparda and Eva are incredibly ancient beings, which implies the twins might live long as well, but who’s to say. Humans, of course, can get sick. Humans can die, so, so easily. Humans, of course, are not made equipped and divinely blessed to kill gods. I’ve argued before that the twins relationship to mankind is echoed in their relationship with Kat. For Dante, his humanity is something he accepts and embraces. Vergil, though, as all things Vergil, is very complicated.

Honestly a lot in this essay on Vergil and humanity I think I write about in several other meta posts i've made but don't quote me on that asdfghjk if that's interesting though i think i have more somewhere in my meta tags

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Finally finished chapter 3 of Summerwind and its 12,000 words long jfc

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anyway spent a couple of hours today writing nat sewell piano sex HAHA

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choking on flowers by fox academy...wowzers.....