#Vergil's tail is the best

[of-pale]

I haven't seen many people talk about the fact how Vergilesque Urizen's true form can appear at certain angles.

Look at that! That's a purely demonic Vergil right there. They even share same stink eye!

Sure, sure you got the whole deal of Urizen pulling blue colour wise, obviously, but I'd like to present another very interesting detail. So here's Vergil's fabulous tail in his SDT form, coming right out from between his shoulder blades:

And here's a certain attack Urizen uses that annoys the shit out of people:

Guess where that bad boy is popping up from:

That's right! From between the shoulder blades, looking all too familiar to certain magnificent tail. Yes, Vergil's tail is probably a remnant that's stuck around from his time as Urizen.

[icycoldninja]

May I please request headcanons for the Sparda boys and V reacting to their female S/O constantly being attacked and stalked by a powerful monster similar to Nemesis from Resident Evil 3 to the point where she distances herself from them out of fear that they’ll be killed?

Absolutely! Sorry this took so long.

Sparda boys + V x Fem!Reader who gets stalked by a monster headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-First of all, why are you even afraid? Dante's gonna bust this motherfucker up as soon as he finds out.

-He doesn't even let you get a word in, he's already taken off to go chase down your stalker.

-That creature is promptly reduced into a pile of mush; Dante returns triumphant, bearing gifts of ice cream and other snacks.

-Of course, if you still decide to isolate yourself, he will literally fight for you.

-He knocks endlessly at the door to your house, makes lots of noise, bombards you with calls and texts until you block him or turn your phone off, then starts sending other people to give you messages.

-It was so annoying, you had no choice but to emerge from your cave and allow him to cart you away.

■ Vergil ■

-Once again, why are you afraid?

-Do not think you can hide the fact that you are being stalked by a monster from Vergil. He'll either figure it out on his own, or catch the monster in the act.

-Doesn't even bother to wait for you to take cover and starts slicing that bitch up.

-Should you still try to hide from him out of fear or a similar foolishness emotion, Vergil will simply portal into your room and demand an explanation.

-If the explanation isn't good enough, he will drag you back to Devil May Cry himself. However, if your explanation is somewhat satisfactory, he will leave you be.

-Don't get your hopes up, though. Vergil's definition of a satisfactory explanation is vague at best.

□ Nero □

-It's easy to keep a secret from Nero because he's hardly ever around, thanks to all these damn devils.

-What isn't easy is hiding the wounds and scars that your vicious stalker leaves behind.

-You could try to hide away from the world and hope that keeps Nero safe, but it's inevitable.

-He will piece together the fact that something's wrong, then he will question you about it, and if you continue to hide, he will chase you down.

-This leads to an unexpected encounter with the monster on your tail, and like any good boyfriend/devil hunter would do, Nero gets rid of the damn thing, the reasons behind your sudden solitude now made clear.

-He then makes you promise to not hide such dangerous things from him from that point on.

● V ●

-V is observant, but not meddling.

-He can tell something is wrong, and that you're highly stressed out because of it, but what the problem is exactly is beyond him.

-When you eventually lock yourself away, he sends Griffon to spy on you through the window. This is how he learns of the monster that chases you everywhere you go.

-V isn't the strongest guy alive, so he can't do much, but he does what he can, and with the help of Nightmare, he takes that creature down.

-He's not mad at you for keeping such a massive secret from him, but this event does sow some seeds of doubt between the two of you. What else are you hiding?

-You'd better find a way to make it up to him. How you do that is entirely up to you.

[mannequinreligi0n]

A Beginner’s Guide To Pet Ownership

You didn’t think Vergil would be up for trying something new in the bedroom - boy, you’re in for a surprise.

PAIRING: Vergil x GN reader

WORD COUNT: 908

WARNINGS: NSFW! - pet play, oral (male-receiving), dom/sub dynamics

AO3 LINK: here

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When you had asked Vergil to try something new, you didn’t expect him to go along with it so easily. The surprise was quite clear on your face when you came home from work that evening to Vergil seated patiently on the bed, collar and tail in hand. It was only a matter of minutes before he had you stripped, collared, and plugged with the tail - Vergil was never one to dance around something. So there you were, on all fours a foot away from his standing form, iridescent eyes peering down at you in the dark of the room.

“Come here, pet.”

Vergil’s quiet yet commanding voice made your eyes perk up, your stomach turning with excitement. You crawl over to him slowly, eyes never leaving his as you slink closer. The fluffy, black tail swishes behind you, as if it was a part of you this whole time, accentuating the sway of your ass. Vergil’s eyes leave your eyes for a brief moment, drawn to the movement behind. His eyes return to yours as you reach his feet. A single hand extends from his side and pulls at the leash attached to the collar on your neck roughly, a yelp escaping your pout. Vergil yanks on the leash with added force as he walks you towards the bed, your neck straining against the leather as you crawl at his will. Seated before you on the bed, he winds the remainder of the leash around his hand, shortening the distance between your face and his cock pressing against the leather of his pants. Taking the hint, you sit on your knees and reach up to undo his zipper, before a strong hand grabs your jaw, stopping you in your tracks. His fingers curl around your chin, making you feel the already-forming red marks from his iron grip.

“No. You want to be treated like an animal, then you will behave as one. Use your mouth.” He orders, words pointed. You lower your hand to the floor as you nod in return, eyes moving back down to his bulge. As soon as he releases your jaw, you stretch open your mouth to soothe the ache from his fingers and lean forward, pulling his zipper down with your teeth. Vergil keeps a tight hand on your leash, in case discipline is necessary, but he leans back on the bed, using his other hand for support. Your mouth struggles with pulling down the waistband of his underwear, making an amused, throaty chuckle ripple out of him. He aids you in your efforts, pushing down the bundles of fabric to his ankles.

Vergil’s already leaking cock twitches as you bump your nose against the head, your tongue darting out to lap up the stray bead of precum. Vergil wouldn’t admit it but the sight of you knelt before him, neck squeezed by the tight collar and tail nestled perfectly behind you, was driving him crazy; it was taking every bit of learned patience to not pull you onto the bed and claim you, mark you, fill you completely. He watched with primal lust as your tongue played with the slit of his tip, cock occasionally springing off of it and swatting your cheek. Vergil is ready to spit out a command to hurry, when you finally take him into your mouth. Warm and wet, your mouth encompasses half of his length, causing him to growl lowly and hold the leash taut, not tolerating any more teasing. Bobbing your head steadily on him, the head of his cock pokes at the back of your throat more and more as you sink farther down. You try your best to focus breathing through your nose as to not gag so soon. Vergil’s grunts fill your ears, reassuring you you’re doing well. He sits up and his free hand combs through your hair, brushing back falling strands stuck to the drool running down your chin. “You’re such a good pet, you know that?” He coos to you, his voice soft and full of adoration, contrasting the guttural groans coming from him before. You smile at his praise, soliciting a hum of gratitude from you. Determined to make him finish, his fingers twirl the strands of hair as you pick up the pace. Your cheeks pull in closer around his cock, sucking him in to milk out his orgasm. Moans and unintelligible words fly freely out of his mouth, forgetting the roleplay completely and submitting to his needs. It only takes a few more nods of your head to have his seed coat your tongue. Vergil’s head falls back with a loud moan, hips bucking up into your face as every bit of his release shoots out of him. As quickly as it ensues, he’s soon spent - panting and covered in a blanket of sweat from his orgasm. It’s only then that he realizes he had his eyes squeezed shut and softly opens them, lifting his head to look down at you cleaning his cock of any remnants of cum.

“…..You’re so beautiful”.

The words catch your attention and you look up at him with shining eyes, a trail of spit falling from your smiling face. That look alone is motivation enough for him to pull you up onto the bed, feverishly latching his mouth to yours. He breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth to your ear to whisper.

“Good pets get rewarded, do they not?”

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

I wonder how many times Sin Devil Triggered Vergil's accidentally hit things with his tail. He's been through a LOT of forms throughout his life but the closest thing to a "tail" he's ever had was Nelo Angelo's cape.

     Just-- this is kind of hyper-specific but y'all know the scene from Robots where they first show Aunt Fanny (this one); I just imagine this is what it's like the first handful of times that Vergil uses his Sin Trigger. Just swinging his tail around by accident and hitting

EVERYTHING.

     I mean, he wouldn't be so soft spoken as her but I think it would be the same vibe.      Small fic; ignore some dumb logic-- =      Rain heavily poured down onto the broken pavement as the three Sparda descendants stood together. It had been a long day and the targeted devil of today's contract was upon a high building, blissfully unaware of the death that was going to befall them.      A Sin Devil Triggered Vergil and human Nero were currently going over the game plan about how to dispose of said devil. Dante was acting as a sort of lookout, standing off the side behind Vergil.      Through a heavily distorted voice, Vergil spoke, "Are you sure about this?"      "Yeah," Nero nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets, "I'll be fine; it's not like I haven't flown before."      The plan was simple, Vergil was going to carry Nero up to the target where he'd snatch the devil with his "wings", dropping it right down to Dante; who would be waiting in his own Sin Devil Trigger.      Vergil turned to speak to his brother, pivoting around, "Dante--?"      A grunt left Dante's lips as he felt Vergil's tail whip into his middle, catching his clothes on the sharp scales and getting snagged stuck.      Confused, Vergil turned the other way, causing his tail to move as well. Dante did his best to try and unravel his shirt but was unable to. Loud hearty laughter came from Nero as he watched.      Dante shouted at his twin, "Would you stop moving?"      Freezing in place, Vergil flinched as he felt Dante gently tug the shirt free. Though the scales aren't sensitive, this was still a very new sensation to the blue devil.      Now free, Dante came around front, his shirt in ribbons, "You owe me a new shirt."      Tilting his head in confusion, Vergil waited for Dante to elaborate; completely unaware of his tail that was flicking about.      However, it was Nero who chimed in, "Should get a blanket too- or some bubble wrap- No, wait, I've got it!" He smiled with another loud laugh, "Pool noodles!"      Dante joined the laughter, "That's a great idea; we should get the bright-colored ones too-"      "Just to be safe," a thick layer of sarcasm filled Nero's voice, "His scales blend in so well with the environment, you know."      As the pair laughed, Vergil let out a low huff, crossing his arms, "What are you two on about?"      Dante walked over to his twin, placing a heavy hand on one of the silver-scaled shoulder pauldrons adorning Vergil's shoulder, "That deadly weapon that's coming out of your ass-"      "It comes from the middle of my back," a small huff left through his teeth, shoving Dante's hand away, "Perhaps it would be best not to stand directly behind me, Dante."      "Yeah- Yeah, sure," Dante gave a dismissive wave, "you still need to learn to control your tail, Verge-"      "I can control it just fine. Now," he continued straight through, not allowing the others to rebuke his statement, "could we get this over with? Or would you rather waste more time?"      Rolling his eyes, Dante shook his head, "You really gotta learn to loosen up, Vergil-- have some fun," with a smile, Dante Sin Triggered and awaited orders from the cranky blue devil.

[rodeoxqueen]

Hi, can I request Dante and Vergil with a s/o who owns a dog? (extra points if the dog is HUGE, but honestly doesn't really matter)

Keep up the good work Rodeo!

I personally love big dogs, small hounds ain't for me.

Trying my best,

Rodeo.

Dante and Vergil with their S/O's Huge Dog.

Dante

Your dog is no Cerberus but it is a chonker of a pooch, too big for its own good.

Dante is going to see that dog and decide it’s also his dog. It's love at first sight. (No offence to you).

Dante definitely seems like a dog person and is amazed at how absolutely huge your dog is.

Feeds the dog way too much. The dog is considerably bigger after you introduce the two. You've caught him talking to the dog, feeding him pieces of pizza and muttering "don't tell nobody." (Rodeo has done this.)

Baby talks your dog like it doesn't weigh the same as him.

Is strong enough to hold the giant hound like a baby.

Goes on walks with the dog, with the dog holding its own leash in its mouth since Dante can't be trusted.

Your dog actually loves Dante to bits and will follow him around everywhere.

Vergil

The dog is huge and it's the first thing he notices. He doesn't really have a penchant towards animals but he knows how much you love that dog.

Is absolutely indifferent when the dog jumps up and places its giant paws on his chest.

Awkwardly pets its fluffy head as it licks his face.

The dog grows on Vergil and he'll hold the Yamato in one hand and its leash in the other. One time the dog saw a squirrel and yanked Vergil onto the pavement where he had a moment of embarrassment, just sprawled out on the ground.

Always knows when the dog wants to go on a walk.

The dog doesn't know that Vergil hates being touched but continues to jump up in his lap for pets.

Your dog is the only dog he will tolerate and when there are other aggressive dogs, Vergil's death glare is enough to get them whimpering and running away with their tails between their legs.

[mintnoodles]

ID: 3 greyscale digital sketches of fem Vergil and V and 1 comic panel of Dante and Vergil online shopping for women's clothes. 1. 3/4 profile of fem Vergil in the DMCV black coat, with a focused expression. Her hair reaches the nape of her neck and slightly falls across her forehead. Light falls across her face. 2. croquis of fem V in 2 dresses. V poses poshly in a floorlength mermaid style black dress that flares out past her knees like a rose. She looks over her shoulder. A cloudy boa's draped over her shoulder and around her black sleeved arm. It's entwined with thorns. Shadow rests at her feet. In the 2nd croquis, V hunches in a flowy black summer maxi dress. It's got no sleeves, so her tattoos are visible. She's raised her cane to avoid where Shadow's tail curls around her bare feet. 3. Fem Vergil walking with Yamato in hand, gazing downward with a cold expression. A white coat with a black fur lined collar is draped over her shoulders, like a cape. She wears a black cravat, black waistcoat, trousers and fingerless gloves. Harsh light and soft shadow carve out her face. 4. Scribbly doodle of Dante and Vergil. Chibi Dante says 'I can give ya some fashion advice', while rubbing his chin with a sure smile. In the background are DMC 2 and DMC 4 Dante's designs, surrounded by sparkles. DMC 4 Dante has a rose in his mouth and an 'uwu' expression. Next to Dante, laptop open, Vergil stares into the distance, thinking very hard. In the background are a sleepy DMC 5 Dante in a stained shirt, and a cocky DMC 3 Dante in the infamous barechest and coat combo. A question mark symbol lingers by Vergil's head at Dante's statement. End ID.

cough the 4th pic with Dante and Vergil was supposed to be part of a comic where they brainstorm a new wardrobe for Vergil. I had no idea how to finish it. It went to a lot of tangents about what character design can communicate and if Vergil even had a clue what her identity was after 20 years of static, or if Dante could even know his sister enough to help, after being separated for over 30 years and only seeing her in like, a variation on 1 villain outfit. Maybe she'd stick with the same clothes. Maybe she'd want to try a sundress.

Worst/best idea from that was putting Vergil in Eva's dress.

Now that I'm typing this, I think part of the ending would've involved Dante marvelling at how pricey women's clothing is and lamenting his wallet. Vergil wonders what Dante's on about. They're not paying for this.

Dante: ?

Vergil: Have you not heard of the 'five finger discount'?

Dante:

Dante: You stole all those fancy coats.

Vergil: You paid in full for yours?

[fenartoftheserotonin]

Sooooooooooooooo from what we know and can clearly see that Modeus and Baul are meant to be parallels of Dante and Vergil (and this is my mind refusing to let this idea go). This begs the question: What if Nero had a parallel?

Well, I am going to introduce to yall,

Orobas the Dreaded Equestrian.

More info and familiar pics below the image after cut.

Orobas is older than Baul and Modeus by 120 years but we don't know how old the twins are exactly so this would give yall an idea how older Orobas is than his brothers. Colorwise, Orobas has a grey color scheme as a mix between his brother's color schemes similar to Nero wearing both red and blue in reference to Dante and Vergil. He also has sharp teeth.

Text on the image:

-Baul and Modeus' older brother. -Keeper of the Book of Forbidden Knowledge ---this cursed him to answer any questions asked. ---He had to leave Modeus and Baul in Sparda's care because the book was, at the time, coveted by Mundus. He didn't want to risk their safety. ---Thanks to the book, he can have flashes of the past, present and future (clarification: these flashes only happen at random) ---The book opens when it wants to. -Orobas uses a spear with blades on both ends of the rod (duospear). He calls it Balance. -Has lightning abilities ---this also causes him to smell like a storm. -Orobas has a horse familiar named Goetia*. (added info: he made a contract with Goetia after besting them in a battle) [Their contract with Orobas is on his right arm] -Will not tolerate any bad talk about his bros.

*image of Goetia shown here.

Goetia is a unicorn-like horse familiar with a shadowy mane and tail and a horn that glows with a purple energy. They also have several spikes and claws as will as grey markings that tend to shift around their body.

Alternate Goetia pic with Orobas:

[palebloodcvrse]

I TOLD MYSELF I WASNT GONNA MAKE THIS POST but here we are... (this is part my honest thoughts and part shitpost, not cause these arent actually my headcanons but the silly nature of this post is what makes it so shitposty)

Vergil tail headcanons

The spikes/scales on it can "flex" like how a pissed off cat can puff up its fur, and when this happens you can see glowy areas under the ridges

It wags sometimes but he just acts like it isnt cause hes embarassed about it looking too "animated", remember this is vergil we are talking about

It's also prehensile meaning he can slap you with it if he wanted

It can hit surprisingly hard

Its VEEERY sensitive to touch, God forbid you accidentally brush against it. You might get an aforementioned tail slap if you do

The end curls when hes happy, pointed when alert, swaying when he sees something interesting... but again, he'll try his best not to let this happen if hes not alone

Like how he grooms his hair he will pick anything out that gets stuck in the ridges

Feel free to add more in the tags or smth

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Hellooooo, i really enjoy your works and your requests were open so can i please request a reverse comfort where the reader comforts vergil after he had a nightmare

Sweet Dreams (Vergil Sparda x GN! Reader)

Word count: 1189

A/N: anon. your brain. it's massive. you didn't specify which game (which is perfectly okay!) so he can really be read as any version of Vergil throughout the series :D also thank you SO much for being my first request and i'm so glad you enjoy my works!! i really hope you enjoy!

warnings for vivid talks of nightmares (with comfort ofc), a little bit of blood, and some cussing here and there.

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Vergil has nightmares and you're there to keep him safe. You'd always keep him safe.

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A dull sound resounds through my dreams. I twitch. I shuffle my head out from where it lays under my pillows, like I always do to block the morning sun. I wait. Wake up some.

A scream.

Vergil.

Oh no. I jolt out of bed, nearly tripping over my sheets in the process and drag my sweatpants up my hips. I grab one of my knives and latch its holder belt across my waist.

I hear nothing but screams and inhuman cries and I pad along, rushing across the long U-shaped hall all the way to Vergil's room- on the exact other side from my own room.

I get to the door and try to open it, only to find it locked. I growl out in frustration and wedge my knife between the stained oak door frame and the door itself and shove. Hard. The door cracks open and I know I'll have to replace the frame later. Doesn't matter.

I bound into the room and stop just shy of Vergil's bed, ducking as his tail whips over my head.

As it whips again, his body half DTing in the height of his misery, I catch it in my hands and as it flicks and he claws through nightmares that are only in his head, I sit on his bed and drag his thrashing body into my lap.

"Vergil, wake up. C'mon, fuck, Vergil-" My words aren't working. His tail nearly slices its way out of my hand. I take a deep breath. Hold it.

"VERGIL!" I shout.

He bounces up in shock, almost knocking his head against mine. In his newly-awakened state, he claws his way to the edge of his bed, as far away from me as he can get and he scans the room for any dangers- and any of that which ailed him during the time of Nelo Angelo and Mundus.

His blue eyes are icy and cold but they're glowing a bright blue with his anger and fear. His brows are furrowed and he's bitten his lip so hard blood seeps into his nightshirt.

We're at a standstill and his breathing comes far heavier than mine. He's alert and afraid. I make the first move. Bad choice, but I do it anyways.

The point of his tail stops just short of piercing my jugular but his gaze softens the second I reach out both hands, palms up in a display of passivity. He allows one of my hands to move closer to his face and the second my hand is a hair's breadth away from his cheek, he grabs my wrist forcefully and smushes his face into my palm. His lip quivers and his eyes sharpen before they close and he lets out a sob. His tail drops.

I move closer and despite his size versus mine, I do my best to pull him back up to the headboard and as much into my lap as I can manage.

He's wracking with sobs and I know there's this narrow margin for which I can calm him while Nero and Dante are away on a mission. I know there's this minute, minuscule, fraction of a margin in which I can convince him he's safe.

I push his face into my shoulder and he cries out so loudly, so much more verbal than I'm used to, and my heart clenches horribly.

"Vergil, hey, I've got you. You're safe. You're at the DMC, you're safe with me, in Redgrave." I say as I stroke my fingers through his hair. His breathing is erratic but already, he's begun to calm. I'm lucky he didn't go for the Yamato in his cusp of fear when he first awoke.

He says nothing but I continue anyways.

"I've got you, it's okay. You're safe. Dante and Nero are kickin' demon butt for the week with Trish and Lady and Nico. And soon, Dante'll be back with enough pizza to feed a small army and he'll piss you off as the ladies laugh. And he'll throw a beer bottle at you- again- like he always does, and you'll try to stab him with the Yamato like always and Nero'll call you two dumbasses." I finish.

I'm breathless by the time I'm done but my words have more than done the job. My presence helps tremendously too. Vergil's breathing has evolved into hiccups and sniffles in my now tear-soaked tanktop. I don't mind so much. I make a mental note to tell Dante to let Vergil kick his ass when he gets back.

My hands keep curling through the thick pale strands of Vergil's hair. I move my other hand to his bedside table and grab the glass of water he keeps there and carefully open his drawer to get one of the cloths kept within. I pour the water carefully onto the cloth and begin dabbing gently at Vergil's blotchy cheeks to clean up the drying tears.

He hates that I'm looking and tries to hide his face from me. He doesn't want to seem weak. He doesn't want me to hate him. I couldn't even if I tried to.

I continue cleaning his face and I look him over, checking for any wounds. He has a few small swollen marks from his dulled nails and the new cut in his lip from his teeth, but aside from that and the damage to his throat and mind, he seems no worse for wear. I sigh in relief.

I lean down and press a soothing kiss against his forehead as I move his hair back from his face. I wipe at the blood on his lips. Good as new. The cut should heal come sunrise. I look to the window briefly. Probably past 3.

"I've got you, darling, I've got you. I need you to sit up a bit for me, okay?" I ask, setting the washcloth on his bedside table.

Vergil nods slowly and I let him take his time in shuffling himself upright into a comfier position. When he has, I bring the glass of water to his lips and hold it as he drinks graciously. He hums a bit more clearly now, though his throat is still torn from his screams.

I don't ask and he doesn't say anything, other than-

"Thank you." Vergil says softly. He leans toward me as I move the glass to set it back down safely. It's his turn to kiss at my forehead and I smile up at him.

I let him lay back down under the covers and his fingers play with his amulet thoughtlessly. A comfort him and his twin shared in rare moments.

As I snuggle next to him, he pushes himself into me as much as he can comfortably and I simply hold him as he needs me to as he drifts to sleep.

Right before he goes, into a far safer and much more guarded dreamland, he murmurs into my skin, "I love you."

I smile again and kiss his hair fondly. My fingers rub soothing figure eights into his back softly.

"I love you too, Vergil. Sweet dreams."

[dimonds456-art]

Experiment: B.E.N.R.Y.

These people seem nice :)

More info (and screenshots of them individually) under the cut!

Liking is nice, but reblogging really helps me out!

Experiment B.E.N.R.Y. is an AU I've been sizzling in the back of my head like a fine egg. It's mostly an excuse to work in my Benrey headcanons into other stuff I work on, and an exploration of his character. My partner in crime is @joyflameball and together we keep making each other cry while we overanalyze funny silly man from half life funny.

There is a plot I promise, it's just still being weaved together. But, here is our main cast (aside from other HLVRAI characters)!

Baby Benry (affectionately named "Beebee")

Around 3 in human years (maybe?) he was found on the boarderworld of Xen. Now, nothing from Xen is truly native to Xen, so where Benry is really from, we simply do not know.

Benry

Age ~18 in human years (though we can never know for certain), he may or may not be doing so well. He has since shapeshifted the tail and his ears away, adopting a more "human" appearance. Fuck this guy, btw.

Dr Harry Lewis

Dr Lewis is Dr Scott's assistant. He tends to take down notes, get coffee, and pass along messages to the other members of their department. He tends to not speak unless spoken to, or if he bears a message. Used to feel hesitance, but has since been desensitized.

Dr Vergil Scott

Dr Scott is the head honcho of the Extraterrestrial Biological Studies department. He tends to authorize experiments, manages research, and oversees most if not all tests done. He tends to be insensitive towards others, but insists that he's focused on his job. He can also be a bit pompous. An asshole.

Dr Lesley Lazlo

Dr Lazlo is a surgeon tasked with studying alien fauna. However, she sometimes gets stumped, since her knowledge mostly comes from humans, not animals, plants, or other aliens. She tends to be a bit grumpy, focused, and cautious with everything but her words.

Dr Carol Edouard

Dr Edouard is a biologist recently hired into the EBS department. She is tasked with helping Dr Lazlo with her research, specifically on a unique specimen with special shapeshifting abilities. Though she breaks grounds in her research, she seems unsure of her position. Or, perhaps, unsure of her job.

Officer Riley Stong

Officer Stong is the main security guard stationed in the EBS department. He tends to flip-flop shifts, but he is tasked with securing the area and, when applicable, transferring the specimen from room to room. He's a kinder fellow, and tends to crack jokes whenever he can, but that's not to say he's the best person on the block.

??????

A security guard with no ID. Showed up out of the blue randomly, then disappeared just as fast. Some say they still work at Black Mesa, while others claim the guard has left.

[icycoldninja]

Hello! Can you do a dmc boys + v with a erza scarlet (from fairy tail) reader like s/o? She is a great magic swordswoman and weapons master, she is often strict and serous when it comes to serious situations but deep down inside she is very caring and warm towards the people she loves and loves sweets and cute girly things.

OH MY GOD YESSSS! I LOVE FAIRY TAIL! THAT'S SO COOL YOU WATCH IT TOO! YEEEEEEEEE! DMC X FAIRY TAIL, SOME OF MY FAVORITE THINGS ALL IN ONE!👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆

Sparda boys + V x Erza-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Oh, Dante loves a girl who can both kick his ass and be willing to give him forehead kisses and cuddles whenever he wants them.

-Will definitely want to spar with you, not only to test your skills and hone his, but to help you improve.

-Loves to watch your magic at work; the fact that you can Requip into different outfits not limited to armor alone is incredible and makes him wish he had that power. He'd never have to physically change clothes again!

-Always lets you take charge during missions. You keep a cool head under pressure, always know what to do, and can easily come up with a plan, or part of one, at least.

-Dante knows that deep down inside you're still a girly girl, and of course, will treat you like the princess you know you are, from taking you places to just covering you in kisses and giving you a relaxing massage.

-Will buy you strawberry cake whenever you want it, usually including a few scoops of strawberry ice cream to go with it.

■ Vergil ■

-As a powerful and MOTIVATED swordswoman, you have gained Vergil's respect.

-He sees your commanding nature and level-headedness as a great asset, as well as something he can relate to.

-He appreciates your ability to think on your feet and analyze the enemy. In battle, you're basically a female version of him with magic.

-Vergil appreciates your sweet, feminine side too. Sometimes there are dark days where he feels less motivated than usual, which is when he could use a reassuring pep talk or maybe just a lap to lie in.

-Shares your (and Dante's) passion for strawberry themed desserts.

-Is also very curious about your magic and likes to watch you Requip into different clothes, wondering how many outfits you have at your disposal.

□ Nero □

-Thinks it's really cool that you can change your clothes magically, always surprised with your arsenal of armor.

-Wants to train with you all the time because you two make a badass team.

-Your seriousness is a welcome counteraction to his rash decision making, as you can stop him (forcibly so, if necessary) from doing something stupid.

-Nero likes that under all that toughness, you have a delicate heart, and does his best to take care of you in that regard.

-Will 100% buy you dresses, skirts, cute tops, and whatever else you might want.

-Also buys you any desserts you might crave--including strawberry cake.

● V ●

-V was afraid of you at first. Your headstrong, strict, and serious nature made him think you would hurt him, which wouldn't be hard thanks to his poor health.

-Thinks you're amazing when you fight. He could write epics and poetic songs detailing your feats.

-Once he got to see your magic, he was so inspired, he wrote poems for 8 hours straight and wore out his wrist.

-He never expected you to have a caring, girly side, but after seeing just how sweet you really are, realized that this was your true personality.

-This is great, because sometimes he gets violent nightmares and needs comfort.

-Wants to learn how to make strawberry cake for you.

[dmc-brainrot]

A few questions:

1. Besides DMC what other fandoms do u write for? (Anime/manga, other video games, DC comics, cartoons, etc)

2. Is there anything that u don't feel comfortable writing? (Reader inserts, NSFW/kinky stuff, etc)

3. Do u have a AO3 or FFN account? I don't really mind reading fics here but I do have a preference for AO3 & FFN

hi! thanks so much for asking :)

1 - I've only ever written dmc fics so far, but I also wanna write for a few fandoms I'm in: cod, nu: carnival, a few anime I like maybe? (fairy tail, black butler, jjk) it's hard to list everything I like but these are the main ones that come to mind! but feel free to ask me to write about any other media you might want, if I know it/am a fan I'll most likely write for it if you ask

2 - I like reader inserts, I mostly write for gn readers but I've made self inserts (like the Yamato fic with Vergil), I'm still getting comfortable with nsfw so I'm not *too* descriptive with sex scenes but I try my best. some fetishes I'm not comfortable with: feederism, inflation, age regression/ddlg stuff, scat, dub-con/non-con.

3 - I do have an AO3 acc! If you go to my Dante fics you can get the link, I don't think I posted the Vergil fic there yet, but I do have an account there :)

extra: if there's any fetishes/kinks, fandoms you want me to write for besides dmc please don't be afraid to ask, if I am not a big fan of something I'll let you know!

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Been seeing a lot of dmc5se art (I'm too much of an anxious coward to tag them, sorry) lately and, some times, they draw Dante (and others) in the style of MLP. So, I thought it would be fun to draw as well! It's been an EXTREMELY long time since I've drawn MLP styled stuff (or drawn traditionally for that matter) so it's a bit rough (and stiff) but *shrugs* it was fun.

Forgive the poor picture quality, my phone's focus doesn't work right-- it's a feisty bitch and I hate it lmfao Also my handwriting is horrible, sorry lmao (Rambling about this idea below because I have been suffering brain rot over this)

Putting in my two cents on the idea, I think that Sparda (and his descendants) would have a white coat and blank flank (which is covered by their coats).

Sparda would obviously be a demon pony. I think that his "human" or in this case "pony" form would be of an earth pony with a hint of batpony. He'd want to blend in the best he can. He's too bulky to pass as a pegasus and would have an odd shaped horn if he tried to pass as a unicorn. The hint of batpony is because of his ears and eyes. Even with this however, he can still use magic and fly--which looks strange to say the least, an earth pony that's able to do other races things... Freaky.

Eva would be a unicorn, curved ribbed horn, hoof tufts, fluffy ears, and a "classic" type tail. (Not much else to say)

Vergil and Dante would both me earth ponies. However, they each would have devil/demon horns--that are the same as their Devil Trigger. Despite not having a unicorn horn, however, they can use magic. (which adds to the "wtf" factor the whole Sparda family has).

Dante would have a set of two (four in total) (pictured above) horns that curve downwards; which he trims/grinds down then covers the remaining stumps with his mane. Before you ask: yes, this hurts. He's grinding down something that has blood and tissue in it (like most animal horns do) but he's stubborn. The youngest twin inherited his father's body type (or well, fake body's type): a thicker more stocky build. The one major thing from Eva he has is fluffy ears. His tail he keeps trimmed close to his flank because it's a disadvantage in a fight (and a pain to take care of).

PRE NELO ANGELO: Vergil has a fully grown set of horns (two in total) that curve upwards and are more developed/tougher than Dante's--since he doesn't trim them. Oppisite his twin, Vergil inherited Eva's body type: long "traditional" unicorn tail, hoof tufts, slimmer build. The one thing he did not inherit from her is the ear fluff, having his father's batpony structure instead. POST NELO ANGELO: Vergil's horns are snapped in half. Unable to grow them back, he keeps them nearly sanded to a smooth edge. His tail is gone, only have a scar where it did attach before. His hoof fluff takes some time to grow back. V: Skinny earth pony that's white with black faded stocking marks. His front hooves have fluff and he has no tail. His ears are normal. V has his tattoos all over his body except his flank. URIZEN: Didn't want to exclude him but there's not much to say. He'd look like a rooted version of post Nelo Angelo Vergil. Maybe he'd look closer to a changeling? Not sure. His design is something that I would have to play with and try out before deciding.

Trish looks almost the exact same as Eva, however, the major difference is her horn has no ribs. It's a smooth curved horn.

Lady would be a hypogriff (Arkam would be a griffon). Again, not much to say.

Nero would be an earth pony with very little different (otherwise it would've been overly obvious that he wasn't normal). His back hooves have tufts and he has a longer--but not extremely long--base for his tail. His ears are fluffier, but not too much (and not bat texture). His devil bringer would be akin to a griffon's front claws; talons and whatnot. POST "Awakening" (learning to Trigger): Nero does have small horns that curve around his ears; just like his DT's (almost like a ram). He also gains the ability to use "magic" and levitate/hover/glide despite not having a horn or wings.

Sorry that was a lot... But it seriously has been just stuck in my head. Might doodle more of this at some point, might not; I don't know yet. This was really odd and strangely comforting to go back to. Most of my art pre-2020 was MLP styled (even though I had lost interest in the show WAY before that. Just got used to drawing it and was, not to pat myself on the ass, pretty good at it... but I never shared like 99% of it.)

okay I'll shut up now lol

MASTER LIST FOR TUMBLR

[matcheadz]

HoS or Host of Seraphim Update!

NaNoWriMo did not work out! Woohoo! Anyway, here's your next chapter. Chapter 14: Devil's First Communion. I like food. You like food. I made myself hungry multiple times while writing this.

In this chapter, we follow Kyrie and her struggle with the intersection of her abandoned faith and motherhood. Kyrie doesn't understand Vergil, nor does she think she'll ever care to. But he means something to Nero, and thats what matters. All she can do is look out for her family and hope that the world, not Sparda, will look upon her favorably.

Also Kyrie WANTS her man, so mild warning for that.

Here's a spoiler-free snippet!

Nero smiled at her. “Hey.” Kyrie flushed. “Oh. Hello.” “Sorry about the water. Dante stuck his head under the sink instead of using the shower like I asked. “ Nero looked up at his spectral hands, still holding firmly onto Kyrie’s waist with his own human hands. “These are new.” He hummed appreciatively. “Where’d you get these from?” “Um. Lady thought of us while out with Trish. I was just about to put them away.” “That’s nice of ‘em. Let me help you.” “No. I quite like it here, actually.” It was Nero’s turn to flush this time. He bit his cheek, stifling a small smile as he brought her upright again. Kyrie giggled at him, pleasantly content in watching him turn his back to her and open the cabinet doors. “At least someone was able to do a little gift-giving” Nero sighed, stacking the porcelain safely away. “Client was so sure he had some kind of poltergeist scratching at the walls in the house. Turns out it was just a rat infestation. Had their tails all knotted together. Scared the absolute shit out of me. Dante wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it until he found out the hard way they were interested in the issues with the home’s septic tank.” Kyrie stifled her laughter at the image with an attempt at a sympathetic little hum. To ease the blow, she walked up behind him, encircling her arms around his chest and pressing her cheek to the middle of his back. In the last few days, Kyrie had found this angle to be the best way to listen to the sweet little purrs that had appeared after that dramatic stage play in the backyard. The rumble increased as she nuzzled into him. “I’m glad you two are spending more time together.” She whispered quietly. Nero’s back jolted with a soft exhaling of amusement. “Yeah well…I guess I have more reason to now that I know he’s not just ‘some guy.’” Nero turned in his spot, resting his lower back against the kitchen counter to gaze down at her sweetly. The flesh of his hands came down to rest again at her hips, thumbing barely perceptible circles over the band of her skirt. His spectral arms hesitated above them in the air, before slowly placing themselves over her shoulders. Strangely, Kyrie felt no weight, even as they made the shoulders of her blouse crease. “I think you and I both knew he wasn’t just ‘some guy,’ mio tesoro.” Kyrie whispered, reaching up onto the tips of her toes to meet his face.

[staticsirenart]

WARNING: THIS VIDEO IS PLAYING SEXYBACK BY MR TIMBERLAKE, IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR MOM ACROSS THE ROOM TO HEAR IT THEN TURN IT DOWN

So, this is Parasite: Reinfected, my friends and I's tabletop game inspired by Parasyte: The Maxim, Tokyo Ghoul, the Prototype games, and Venom. I'll go down the line of our cast in order of appearance-

-Francis 'Fran' Drake (Made by Dreamer, our DM): A 25 year old expolicewoman that's got a personality to match her 6'4 foot frame. She is punk as HELL and sure knows how to RAISE hell. She's a go-getter, level-headed even under immense stress, and acts like a big sister for the group. Also, she'd be the best dancer out of everybody.

-Dane Delos Santos (Made by Me!!): A 20 year old college student, Dane is a bookish but rather scatterbrained guy with a surprisingly short fuse. He's the one in the group that says "uh, guys, I don't think this is a good idea", but inevitably caves to the rest of the group. A bit of a coward, but his heart is typically in the right place until you make him angry.

-[E-10]/Ethan (Made by Jester): A mysterious man that looks around 21. Turns out, he's an escaped lab experiment (he even has a tail!). He doesn't talk much (and when he does he's incredibly blunt), and he may look intense, but he just doesn't know how to talk to people. He's really rather nice.

-Vergil (Made by Boyo): The guitar playing, stargazing ditz that has more than meets the eye. He's fun-loving and just goes with the flow, even in high-stakes situations. He's 19, and doesn't seem to know how to drive....nor does he know what the internet is. Where did this guy come from??

And finally, Bagel (Made by Gold-Hearted Oppossum): Believe it or not, he was once a cat (and still generally takes the form of one), but brutal lab experimentation and having your body inhabited with TWO alien symbiotes can really change a kitty. Soo instead of Garfield, think of GOREfield. However, with all of his sinister power, he's a very chill creature that's warmed up to the rest of the cast, much akin to a regular cat. And just like Garfield, he's always eating to maintain his biomass...just don't let poor Dane see him munching on corpses.

Anyway, next time I'll be posting the still-frames. So, see you then?

[jetblackknight]

outside perspective - not the most interesting but i'd be interested in someone from the outside watching vergil as he fights . . . or maybe even something calmer, perhaps going about learning more things about sparda ?

Anon . . . what are we ? here you go beloved, the worst best fighting drabble you've ever read, clearly. : )

What a strange man. It’s no wonder she wants proof.

But curiosity has taken root; he follows the man in the coat, a camera in his hands and the need for her approval dancing on the tips of his fingers. What the man does not know is the strange man, the man he has been tasked to photograph, knows that he is there.

And he has never turned down an audience.

Just short of the end of an alleyway, deep in the heart of Red Grave, the man with the camera stops, afraid to step out of the shadows—he does not know that the man in the coat has seen the glint of its lens peeking through the darkness. All the man knows is that there is a thing just beyond the man in the coat, a monster.

He begins snapping photographs of it, first, watching carefully from his peripheral the way the man shows no fear, standing up against it. The photographer cannot hear what the man mumbles, but he can see his lips move in his camera’s viewfinder, just before brandishing a sheathed sword. Still, he shows no fear.

The way the man moves is as if he is underwater—each step is calculated and graceful, footsteps as silent as air. He circles the monster, the monster who has smelled a human, but is far more interested in the half-breed before it. The monster circles too, flicking its tail wildly; the man in the coat seems to find amusement, cracking a smile just before he disappears in front of the monster’s hulking form.

In the blink of an eye, the click of a fast shutter, the monster seems to simply disappear. The photographer gasps, quietly, stepping back into the shadow that conceals him. He squats, a rush of fear turning his legs to jelly. Certainly this is it—the monster has made him and both he and the man are dead.

Another blink—the man is there, his back to him, his coat tails whipping backward with the force of his sudden stop. Nothing else seems to budge. Not his weapon, not his sleeves, not even his hair. Dark eyes dart in every direction. Where is it? Where is the monster?

It reappears in a third blink, towering over the figure, but not looking at him. No.

The monster is staring directly into his own eyes.

The photographer freezes, terror gripping him with fists of steel. He’s a dead man.

The man laughs, and this time he is close enough to hear what he murmurs.

“So lazy.”

The man bends at the knee, turning ever so. For just a single second, the photographer believes himself to be made; the man merely reaches for his sword and unsheathes it, its silver glint blinding him. He cannot open his eyes, as a spray of something hot and wet and scented with brimstone splatters across his face, making him twitch.

This is it. The man is dead, and he is next. He braces for whatever will become of him—monster food, surely.

The man laughs, again, scraping the edge of his blade across cracked and worn cobblestone, each pass over a void like striking a match. The photographer smells fire, at first, and dares to open his eyes.

Brilliant cerulean licks all around his form, circling him, protecting him. It does not move, even as the man does. He jumps upward, and through seemingly no momentum at all, pushes his lean legs outward and kicks the monster—and the monster flies. With a force unbelievable to the photographer, the monster disappears in a blur of scaled coal and brilliant violet, growling and hissing at the man who dared to provoke it.

But the man does not let it go—in a blur of black and silver and teal, he appears across the back lot they have found themselves in and uses the monster itself for momentum, jumping off of its dazed head, into the air.

He looks like an angel.

An explosion, as silent as the wind but as powerful as a bomb ignites his face. In the place of the man is a monster itself, pointed spikes and as brilliant as the flaming swords circling him protectively. The man-turned-monster dives down, crushing the violet monster under its clawed feet and into the asphalt. The photographer feels its aftershock from where he sits, stunned, his camera trembling in his hands as he brings it to his face. He fumbles with its shutter button several times, but manages to take photographs—later, when he returns to her, she will scold him for taking such awful photos. In truth, the man-turned-monster is simply moving too fast for the camera to see. The photographer would not have believed it, if he were not sitting here, now, reaching out to touch one of the flaming swords—he sees the way it alerts the man-turned-monster, but he does not come to investigate.

He is far too busy slashing at the monster, each movement as graceful as a ribbon and as deadly as poison; from spinning stabs to delayed slashes, all proceeded by the sound of clashing metal, the photographer watches the man-turned-monster dice the violet one to pieces.

He ends in a flair of the dramatic, transforming back into a human man, or at least the imitation of one, and flicks the blood from his sword with nary a care in the world—he doesn’t even look at the photographer, inspecting each half of his blade before sheathing it again, bringing its long scabbard to his face to watch it slide into place.

Such an action feels intimate, somehow—obscene, as it were. The photographer knows he should look away, but he cannot, even if this seems to be the climax of an otherworldly being.

As the monster-man finishes, he slams his sword into place, and from behind, another explosion, this one of blood and viscera and rain. Just in front of the man’s feet lands the monster’s own heart, slamming into the asphalt with a wet and disgusting squelch. Still, its momentum carries, sliding into the soles of the photographer’s shoes. He holds his breath, unable to look away from the man as he slowly stands straight and tall, a sentinel across the space between them.

Slowly, the swords circling around him shoot back towards their master like missiles, disappearing into his chest as if they belonged there all along. The photographer is too stunned to move, now, finger trembling on the shutter.

The last photograph he manages to capture is in motion, as clear as day even with how much he is shaking—the man-turned-monster-turned-man, turning to walk away, a slick and knowing grin curling one half of his heart-shaped lips.