#dante angst

[cinnamontoastcroonch]

before laurance realizes that he is genes brother, he can’t help but put together how similar they look, despite the difference in hair color. this troubles him. he values dante as a brother once they become familiar. he doesn’t want to associate him with that man, with what he did to laurance in the nether.

when this fact is revealed, laurance does not see dante any differently. he could never be upset with somebody for their relations. dante, though, doesn’t know what to do with himself. he had noticed that odd way in which laurance would look towards him sometimes. how he would look the other way, nearly skittishly if they held eye contact for too long. so odd for his usual confidence. but before then, he hadn’t known of what gene had put him through. he hadn’t known what it was about him that would shake laurance when they crossed paths in their individual bouts of sleeplessness—until now.

he despised himself for a while. he hated that his face resurfaced so many memories that laurance wished to keep at bay. sure, he never knew laurance before he was turned, but he was sure that whatever his brother had done was responsible for that uncharacteristic flicker of terror that infected laurance’s gaze from time to time.

dante looks like gene

just softer

but he looks like gene

thats why he dyes his hair

[checkadii]

Sniffs. Hi. I’m very much still heavily brainrottjng over trigun but something has taken a smidge of that space

Bro I was fighting for my life w the fire. Ngl

Anyways daily vashwood struck again (it was wolfwood holding Vash’s hand gripping his gun and pointing it at hismelf)

[duraante]

happy birthday (indeed his wish did not come true.)

[icycoldninja]

Sorry for all the requesting 🥺😭 This is gonna get dark!

May I please request headcanons for the Sparda boys + V reacting to their female S/O being kidnapped and tortured over a long period of time and they have to deal with the physical and mental aftermath when she’s finally rescued?

Ay, it's no problem. Here ya go, and enjoy!

Sparda boys + V X Fem!Reader kidnapped and tortured headcannons

Warning: As the title implies, there is some dark content coming up with themes of torture involved. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!

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¤ Dante ¤

-Oh boy. First it was his brother, and now his girlfriend? Whoever dared do this to you is in for a world of pain.

-He doesn't wait around long enough for the kidnapper to send him footage of what was being done to you; the moment he realizes you're in danger, he's hopped on his motorcycle and is looking towards your location which he discovered with his demon instincts.

-He finds you tied to a chair with barbed wire, bloodied, broken, and sobbing. While looking upon your battered and bruised figure, honestly feels like crying himself.

-Oh, his baby, his poor, poor baby. He loved you so much and never, ever, in his wildest dreams, would have wanted to see you hurt like this. He nearly Triggered right there and then, but he held himself back for your sake. He didn't want to terrify you any further than you were now.

-He got you out of that horrible place as fast as he could, his limbs shaking nearly as violently as you were when he carried you out of the kidnapper's hiding place.

-"Hey there, badass. You can relax now, it's all gonna be OK now that I'm here."

-The moment you guys returned to Devil May Cry, he fed you as many green orbs and Ibuprofen tablets as he could without overdosing you. He didn't want you to feel the pain anymore; he wanted you to be smiling and happy again.

-Once the medicine kicked in and you were comfortable enough to sleep, he held you. He refused to let go of you. He clutched you as tightly as he could, tears silently running down his face. How could he allow this to happen?! How could he let you get hurt like this? What kind of devil-hunter extraordinaire was he if he couldn't even protect the only woman in the world he ever truly cared about?

-He was going to spoil you with attention and affection even before you woke up. He wanted you to heal from this, and wanted to be the one to help you heal.

-You are so precious to him, and now he's going to show you just how much in any way he possibly can.

-Expect long, loving cuddles, big hugs every time you walk into a room, and words of affirmation whenever you look down.

-He'll also tenderly treat your wounds and wrap them himself, telling you how strong and brave you are to have survived all that pain every time he does so.

-This whole incident was a massive fright to him; now he's going to hold onto you so tightly, there's no way he could ever lose you again.

■ Vergil ■

-He is so, so, scared, but he refuses to show it. Vergil remembers what it was like to be brutally tortured at the hands of Mundus, so he is enraged and horrified when he finds out the same has been done to you.

-He can't stop himself--and won't. Whoever did this to you doesn't deserve that mercy. He Triggers, and sails away to find you, doing so in a sheer matter of minutes thanks to his demonic instincts.

-He bursts into your kidnappers' hideouts, roaring. He hears your anguished screams and flips into overdrive a second time, literally tearing through the walls as he frantically searched for you.

-The noise scared you, making you think it was the kidnappers returned to torment you further. However, when you saw the hulking, icy-blue devil crash through the wall, your fears were put to rest.

-The moment he saw your battered, torn form bound to a chair with barbed wires jutting into your flesh, he nearly blew up the building and all that was around it.

-There was so much anger coursing through his veins, you could feel it emanating from him, even as he gingerly undid your bonds and scooped you into his massive, scaly arms.

-"Do not cry anymore, Precious. The nightmare is over now. I am here. You are safe."

-He portaled you out of there with the Yamato and immediately took you to the hospital to get your wounds treated.

-He also refused to leave your side for any reason, insisting on staying and watching the doctors work, even if what they were doing was unsettling; he'd seen and been through much worse.

-The entire time, Vergil sat by your bedside, either staring at you intently, or holding your hand. He didn't want to let you go, and most certainly didn't want you to leave his sight.

-The moment you awoke, the first thing Vergil told you was that he loved you. He sounded out of character, considering this was something he rarely ever said aloud, but he was so afraid of losing you, and the PTSD of Mundus's torture was returning to him--he wanted you to have what he never did when he was recovering: comfort.

-He stayed by your side until you were discharged from the hospital, and after that, drove you home, only to wrap you in his arms and cuddle you till you both fell asleep.

-You both would undoubtedly be having nightmares about this for weeks, but for now, at least you were safe in Vergil's arms.

□ Nero □

-He found out what had happened to you in the worst way possible. He received a video from the kidnapper.

-It depicted the kidnapper, who wore a mask to obscure his face, using a crowbar to break your arms and legs while you were suspended by your arms from the ceiling.

-Nero lost it; his pseudo devil trigger Triggered and he was out the door in an instant.

-He doesn't possess the demonic tracking abilities of his father and uncle, unfortunately, but he manages to find you after a good half hour of searching.

-What he walks in on is disgusting. You're begging for mercy, sobbing and screaming under the pain your various broken limbs were causing you, all while your kidnapper laughed.

-Nero wanted to tie this motherfucker up and give him a taste of his own awful medicine, but he had bigger priorities: you.

-He freed you, shushing you when you screamed out in pain, promising he's gonna get you all patched up faster than you can think and that everything is gonna be ok.

-"You can rest now, baby, I gotcha."

-Once he takes you back to Devil May Cry, the entire Sparda clan and their friends are by your side in seconds, with Nero at the forefront. They heal your wounds in seconds and Dante makes corny jokes to lighten the mood.

-Then, they leave you and Nero alone to converse in private. It's a good thing they did, too, because almost as soon as the room was empty, Nero burst into tears, trapping you in a hug and sobbing into your shoulder.

-You ended up crying along with him; the two of you just bawling into each other's shoulders.

-Nero promised to never allow something like this to happen ever again, and spent the remainder of the night lying next to you with his arms and legs wrapped your you like a giant koala on a beat-up tree.

-You were very thankful for this because honestly, you didn't think you could survive this stressful, traumatizing night without having Nero snoring by your side.

● V ●

-V was texted a sickening video by an unknown number, and the moment he opened and watched, he collapsed.

-The kidnapper, standing offscreen, was repeatedly striking younin the face, chest, hips, and other areas with a spiked bat before kicking you in the stomach and shutting the camera--or whatever he used to film the video--off after releasing some unhinged laughter.

-V was terrified. He had no idea how to find you from this meager information, let alone save you.

-Still, he was determined to try, and so, gathering up his cane, he limped along, Shadow at his side and Griffon doing reconnaissance a few feet away.

-After some time, they found you, lying on the floor in an unbelievably deep pool of your own blood, yet still fully awake.

-V would have knelt there and cried, but he forced himself to swallow the tears and lift you to safety.

-Oh, Wanderer...what have they done to you?"

-He brought you to Devil May Cry and patched you up to the best of his abilities, using as many green orbs as he could get his hands on.

-Though your physical words may have been healed, your mental wounds were anything but.

-You were in so much shock, you were shaking from head to toe. V saw this and wished there was more he could do to help, but for now, he would hold your hands, kiss your cheeks, and rest his head in your lap while you told him anything and everything you needed to get off your chest.

-He read to you, too, his soothing voice doing wonders to ease your anxiety and calm you to a point where you could sleep.

-As V watched you slumber, he made a silent pact to always protect you, however he could, for as long as he could. He never wanted to see you go through something like this ever again.

[cinnamontoastcroonch]

angst for the people:

do you think laurance ever noticed dante’s slight resemblance of gene despite not knowing their relation?

did he ever find himself with his breath stolen from him as he saw gene in his peripheral, only to realize it was actually dante?

did he ever wake from a nightmare, decide to take a breather, and nearly draw his sword when he bumps into dante? (he apologized profusely, how could he have ever made that mistake)

[campwillowpeakvn]

:)

wow family reunions most be lonely seeing how Dante's the only one there

[asteralley]

finished watching all of dan-dan's rooms, can confirm it's overwhelmingly sweet and silly <3 (spoilers under the cut)

the intimacy rooms were good as always 🥹 r2 had them doing handjobs to each other. starts off with eiden being his teasing self but dante gets the upper hand by calling him goshujinsama (master)

eiden makes fun of dante getting jealous but then dante retaliates saying how eiden always flirts with anyone, then leading to their iconic childish bickering

literally started rolling in my bed when he did that. GODDDD I love it when dante surprises eiden

storyline goes like this: an obsessive customer kept trying to talk to eiden and dante gets jealous. typically I don't like jealousy plots but this one was cute and silly <3

something something and then that leads to them fucking in this room of all places. (idk about them but the dante balloon would immediately turn me off lmao)

11/10 thank you nucarni writers...I owe them my life

[alicethenobody]

Hi who wants some Sparda twins angst?

I have an AU idea taking place during the first novel (aka Dante’s Tony Redgrave days) because it’s a story arc in the DMC series I love so much.

Basically the idea is that Dante/ Tony finds out what Gilver looks like underneath his bandages sooner and he immediately recognizes him as his brother. Of course he’s not actually Vergil, at least in current canon where it’s been confirmed he was just created by Mundus based on Dante and Vergil’s fighting data.

Dante would be nothing but overjoyed to find out his brother is alive because this would take place before the DMC3 manga where the animosity between the two started. Considering Gilver manipulated everybody into trusting him, I could see him using this to his advantage to make Dante trust him.

I think Dante would immediately go annoying little brother mode and want to spend as much time with “Vergil” as possible because we know he was always trying to play with him as kids in VoV + he just wants to make up for lost time and never wants to lose his only family left. And I imagine his mental state would be a lot better knowing he isn’t alone.

Then when eventually Gilver betrays him and he finds out he wasn’t really Vergil I think it’d be more tragic because Dante had hope for a future with his brother by his side and said hope would get crushed just like that along with Grue, Nell, and Jessica’s deaths taking a toll on him.

[artbyfuji]

branwens & spardas 😁💥

[wildesqdreams]

YAY JULIAN SANTOS MY HUSBAND

can we have a jealousy fic pleaseeeee?? where reader is jealous of julian and idk scarlett?? (scarlett not the villain though cause we love her)

not a game

pairing - julian santos x fem!reader.

summary - caraval is a place where you get swept away and lost. even though you may think you know what's going on, the game may surprise you. or a person.

warnings - spoilers for the first book!!! tiny bit of angst? julian freaking santos, fluff, and like a make out session?

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a/n: my first fic for our wonderful man, julian santos!!! i also think the first on tumblr??? anyway, i hope i did well and that you enjoy this, and i will be waiting for requests, heheheh

her eyes moved to the hidden door in scarlets room, body tensing. she quickly got up from the bed, ready to do something if it was needed because in this magical game, nothing and no one could be trusted.

when she saw the body enter the room, her shoulders relaxed, but the furor in her eyebrows just deepend, "julian?"

"where's scarlet?" he asked. the question came out a little raspy and breathy, and her eyes noticed that the boy did not look well.

pushing her emotions aside that yet again, it was her that was on his mind she replied, "she went off. wanted to look for clues, get more information about if someone has seen tella," the girl's eyes went to his head that seemed to be covered in blood, "are you oka-".

her words were cut off, "what are you doing here?"

y/n's gaze stayed on him as he moved across the room towards the bed, where she was standing beside it. julian placed something on the soft covers. earings. scarlets earings.

remebering his question, her face tinted, feeling a little embarrassed. was it bad that she was here? she had her own room, while scarlet and julian were forced to share, since they put on an act of being an engaged couple. even though they didn't stay in the same room (their decision because it wasn't real), right now, it felt private. like she was invading something.

she didn't like the heat on her face.

it was julian. the sailor boy who arrived a month ago to trisdas island. the boy that donatella introduced her with. her friend. so why on earth was she feeling like a no one in front of him?

since caraval it had been like that. the coldness. maybe y/n was overthinking it. she had a gift for it, but everything seemed to be around the dragnas sisters. it wasn't like she despised them. they were her adored friends, together since childhood. but why was the game suddenly about them? what was so special?

"well, umm," she cleared her throat, "i came here to see how scarlet was doing, but she was already leaving. she said that i should stay here just in case something happens while she's gone."

there was sufocating silence after that with plenty of distance between the young people.

her eyes returned to his wound.

"it's not that bad," the boy gave a light grin.

she met his eyes that had that playful and careless glint. after some seconds, she went to the bathroom to grab a towel and a basin, not believing him. when she returned, she asked him to sit on the bed.

while y/n was treating his head, julian stated, "remember, it's only a game." but the words went past her, as she continued to carefuly help him.

after a while, she cleaned and put away the things before returning in the room. julian was on his feet now, looking out the window at the beautiful city below. the girls chest filled up with warmth as she saw the boy in the moonlight, but it was pushed aside when his previous state came to mind, "so what happened? and, please, don't lie."

he turned around, still a little uneasy, "scarlet was fussing about those things," julian looked at the bed.

y/n's gaze went to the earrings, and before she could think the words already slipped out, "you know she's engaged, right?"

her cheeks burned, as she felt his eyes on her. after some silence, she heard him reply, 'i know." but the gaze was still burning on her.

"you don't have to hurt yourself for her. she has a count that would be happy to help her and give her everything she needs."

"just thought she would appreciate it."

of course she would! and she deserved all the brightest items! and those earings were very special to her - they were her mothers.

but y/n couldn't help the heavy, stinging feeling in heart. she loved scarlet dragna. yet, she did not love how much julian was thinking about her.

"yeah," she raised her eyes and met his, "i'm sure she will," it came out more tense than she intended.

julians lips curved into a more noticible smile, "no need to be jealous. for you, i would be delighted to do more than just bring back old jewelry."

"i am not jealous."

"lying is definitely not the best look on yo-" he suddenly swayed, and the girl rushed to his side.

her arms went to his shoulders, as she tried to help him stay up, "are you okay?"

"splendid," a whisper left his lips.

the girls cheeks were burning, as his beautiful caramel, brown eyes were still on her. their faces so close.

he looked at her like she was the one. like he needed her. wanted her. and it would have been a wonderful thing to get swepped in, but the recent events and the distance spiralled in her mind again, making her put distance between them, "you should lie down," y/n stepped back.

"stop running away," his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling the girl back.

her hands went back to his shoulders, steading her. her chest to his. and his hands burning through her dress. "i'm not," she breathed out.

a small grin formed on his face, "lying seems to be our new way of communicating, huh?"

"well, isn't that the purpose of the game?"

"if you're refering to caraval then yes," he leaned closer, as his hand traveled up her back, leaving goosebumps on her clothed skin, "but this certainly isn't a game for me."

she was barely able to stand on her feet. his hand went to the back of her neck, gently stroking her soft skin with his thumb. the touch made the butterflies light up in her stomach and her head to become heavy from all the sensations.

she opened her mouth, a whisper leaving her lips, "but-"

a soft chuckle escaped him, "it amazes me how other ladies are on your mind while i'm here with you. risking everything because it's impossible to stay away."

y/n didn't notice that her knuckles had turned white from the tight grip on his shoulders. aftaid that this was a fantasy. that he will disappear.

she breathed in when his hand slowly moved to the side of her neck, and his lips ghosted her temple, "i shouldn't be here."

her head was pulsing as his thumb lightly brushed her lips. "i'm gonna get in so much trouble for this."

the soft, tense whispers were going to be the death of the girl. her mind was clouded by his touch, so she couldn't quite grasp what he was saying. she knew the boy in front of her had his secrets, but that didn't make her not want him. she couldn't help but lean more into him, desprete for something.

julians hand was still on the side of her neck, "i don't want you to do something you will regret," he whispered, stroking her cheek.

her eyes met his, "i won't."

after the final stroke on her skin, he covered her mouth with his own. she felt like her body was about to burst in flames. his hand on her waist pulled her closer, like she was about to vanish and he didn't want to let go.

warmth spread from her chest to her fingertips. time seemed to pause, the world around them fading into a soft blur. the kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration filled with the sweet thrill of newness. but when his lips pressed harder, y/n let out a soft sound against his lips, tangling her hand in his hair.

she knew there were a lot of mysteries and questions waiting to be solved, but in that moment, everything else fell away; all that existed was the soft brush of his lips against hers.

the kiss tasted of pleasure. of desperateness. of something, neither y/n nor julian wanted to let go. she felt both vulnerable and invincible, as if they were the only two people in the universe. so they let their personal fights and the darkness disappear, as they both let the new beginning wash over themselves.

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[idontknowanametouse]

Ok mas. Vocês já viram as novas imagens que tem na wiki de ordem de como a afinidade com os elementos afeta a aparência?!

Primeiro, TÁ MUITO FODA.

Segundo, isso só me faz pensar ainda mais em como ter mais do paranormal do que da realidade dentro de você te afeta.

Imagina o Arthur sentindo cada vez mais dificuldade de controlar suas emoções, afetando até o jeito que ele pensa logicamente. Imagina ele tendo reações intensas demais e acaba machucando alguém e se arrepende amargamente. Imagina ele tem crises sensoriais por causa de uma situação que antes ele ficaria bem. Imagina ele morrendo de medo de virar um monstro.

Imagina Dante não sentindo mais nada em relação a morte de outras pessoas e sem conseguir entender o luto dos outros. Imagina Dante perdendo cada vez mais contato com as próprias emoções e reações ao ponto de nem saber direito se tá sentindo alguma coisa. Imagina Dante envelhecendo cada vez mais e ficando cada vez mais frágil sem conseguir fazer nada sobre isso. Imagina Dante sem perceber que o tempo passou e entrando em pânico porque não consegue entender mais as medidas de tempo.

Imagina a Carina se olhando no espelho e não conseguindo se reconhecer. Imagina ela sem conseguir sentir nada por muito, muito tempo. Imagina ela manipulando as pessoas sem nem perceber e só reparando tarde demais que acabou machucando elas. Imagina ela só conseguindo sentir medo dela mesma.

Imagina o Rubens tendo crises de ansiedade, hiperatividade e tiques aleatoriamente e sem conseguir se acalmar por nada. Imagina ele sentindo os membros cada vez mais metálicos e/ou rígidos. Imagina ele sem entender os próprios sentimentos e pensamentos. Imagina ele lentamente perdendo a lógica e tomando decisões cada vez mais caóticas e insanas ao ponto de nem se reconhecer mais.

Esse lance de transcender eu acho que é muito mal explorado e devia ter mais coisa sobre isso.

[checkadii]

durarararararararante

[fugeoni666]

-It was a sight to behold, Vergil, taking a nap while the dust light slowly shine away from his bed, his face is peaceful, his breathes steady, sleeping soundly- "You're home, brother, you are being protected here" "They said the devil may cry when they lost their loved one, but now they may cry when they happy to reunite with their long lost brother for so long, a dream that's finally be true."

[icycoldninja]

What's keeping you up? (Dante x Reader angst)

You and Dante lay in bed, surrounded by darkness and thick blankets that formed a cocoon of warmth and safety. Despite this, neither of you could sleep. Dante just lay there on his back, arms behind his head, blue, bloodshot eyes staring up at the ceiling wearily. You could feel his unease; his tension. It made you worry about him, and that concern kept your mind from shutting off, thus keeping you awake. After an hour of pondering, you eventually gathered the courage to speak.

"Hey, Dante, what's keeping you up?" Dante let out a low groan and rolled over to face you, though you could barely see his face in the darkness of your room.

"Everything."

His voice sounded so tired, so done with life. You quickly realized that right now, you were getting to see a side of him no one else had ever seen before, a broken side that was more depressed than he let on. Exhaling softly, you shifted your position so you could reach over and cup his cheek, gently stroking the rough skin.

"Talk to me." Dante heaved a sigh, exhausted eyes blinking slowly a few times before he answered.

"Just...memories, you know? Bad memories...of Mom...of Vergil....of every shitty thing I've seen in my life. I've tried to forget, but I jus' can't. I can't get them out of my head. Then they come for me late at night when I'm tryna sleep..."

Dante's voice trailed off as he let out another, miserable sigh. You smiled encouragingly at him and gently pulled him closer so you could plant kisses on his forehead and run your fingers through his hair.

"It sucks," He mumbled into your shoulder, voice uncharacteristically brittle. "It...really...sucks. Sometimes I feel like I deserved all this, like I'm worthless. Sometimes I don't even wanna be here...sometimes I wanna die..."

"Don't say that," You said, tightening your hold around him. "Don't ever say that, Dante. You...you're perfect, you're amazing, you're legendary."

You felt Dante's arms snake around your waist, clutching at you like a scared child holds his teddy bear.

"Am I really, or are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"You are!" You insisted, feverishly kissing the top of his head. "You're strong, smart, funny, charming, handsome as hell and the love of my life. You've been through a lot, but you never deserved it. You never deserved any of that trauma. You're not worthless, you're priceless. You're the dearest thing in the world to me, and that will never change."

You said all this while rubbing your palm up and down his back, occasionally tangling your fingers into his hair or gently squeezing his shaking shoulders. Seeing Dante like this broke your heart, but it also sparked a dormant urge to protect and care for him like no other. You just wanted to wrap him up in blankets, hide him away from the rest of the world, feed him pizza and just smother him with love and affection until the end of your days. That's how much he meant to you, and you weren't afraid to show it.

When he broke down and started sobbing in your arms, you were even more compelled to coddle him like he was your baby, regardless of the fact that he was a grown man. You pulled the covers up over his shoulders and covered his tear-stained face with kisses, all while assuring him everything was okay, and that he would always be loved and you would always care for him, no matter what.

It took a while, but eventually, Dante fell asleep in your arms, tears finally dried, a content, genuinely happy smile on his face.

[tinofstatic]

Feel sick but oughmpf thinking about Dante in a muzzle today

Literally that’s the gist of it but then…

Insert some weird AU where for whatever reason it ends up with Dante in a muzzle

Like he’s so feral and no matter what, he bites everything. Whether he respects you, thinks you should die, doesn’t have an opinion, he bites. Demon, human, Demi-human, Old God? Bites.

He doesn’t like to listen to anyone, and the people who handle him do their best but he just can’t help himself, even if it’s by accident

And most of the time it doesn’t even come from a real place, he’s just defensive and the way the world has treated him, he feels the need to protect himself from anything and everything

And, Y’know, he’s muzzled, too (because no one trusts him to control himself (he believes it’s a necessary evil to combat himself because he thinks he’s more dangerous than whatever the muzzle does to him))

(What is wrong with me)

[rockingrcks]

sometimes i think about how lucia was probably so lonely on Dumary and when dante showed up and helped her she thought she gained a friend all for it to just be a business kind of partner ship

like no wonder why lucia was so heartbroken...like even if its canon that she likes him romantically if we go to the platonic route it just shows that dante doesnt see in getting close to her as a friend and just wants her in arms reach, for business only. I would've been heartbroken too when the only person who would've understood my wants to protect the world only wants me as a business partner and not as a friend or maybe more is just....*EXPLODES*

but i feel like after lucia telling dante they should part ways he felt a lil guilty, just like how he was guilty in missing patty's birthday, so i feel like after the events of dmc 5 he would atleast ring up...or visit dumary, maybe even send letters/gifts to lucia or matier just to show he cares in his wacky way