#devil may cry 5 se

[little-gremlins]

Damn, Nico please just say...how?

[m00nz-artpad]

Introducing; the girls!

Olivia (top left), Jules (top right), Alexi (bottom left), and Alyssa (bottom right).

They are my four major OCs. Olivia is for X-Men (and basically whatever other crazy AU I create bc I am mentally ill) Alexi is a Bully/GTA OC, Jules is my Gorillaz OC, and Alyssa is my major comfort OC - and oldest - being for Devil May Cry, My Babysitter's a Vampire, and Supernatural.

For anyone who doesn't know these lovely ladies, here's the basic rundown of each leading woman:

Alyssa Redgrave, being the oldest and most updated OC I have, is Dante's daughter. Her age often spans from fourteen up to mid-twenties. She's a nephilim in the same vain as DMC: Devil May Cry Dante and Vergil, and even has the same sort of shit attitude as him, as she was based off of him. She's half devil and half archangel and in the SPN storyline, she's very close to Gabriel and Castiel as they are her family. Lucifer is consistently trying to convince her to "let go" because she's still very terrified of her demon half, thus giving her a consistent moral dilemma of whether to follow in Dante's footsteps or take her own path. She's also extremely traumatized due to the horrors she's faced ever since she was a child.

Juliette "Jules" Tusspot is 2-D's little sister. She's a rhythm guitarist for the band and has a very, VERY complicated relationship with Murdoc. She's the second oldest OC I have and is one who's changed the most over the years. Initially she was just an outlier in the story, but she has since taken up her own storyline as not only a musician but also a mother, being the only OC I have who canonically has a child. She's also the kindest out of the girls, making her very likely to be the most pleasant to be around.

Alexi Castillo Torres is the second youngest, her story starting from the age of fifteen and going up into her twenties and thirties. She's obsessed with Tiffany Valentine and actively tries to look like her. She's Colombian and is the daughter of an infamous criminal who sent her to Bullworth Academy solely to keep her safe. After graduation, she moves to Los Santos and begins a life of crime where she becomes a dangerous and powerful crime boss.

Olivia Hope Howlett is a much more recent OC. Created for X-Men, her story takes place within three different fandoms primarily (at least for her canon storyline); X-Men, Red Dead Redemption 1 and 2, and Heroes NBC. She's a former outlaw who had suffered from amnesia and was close with Arthur, so much so that she viewed him as her older brother and protector. She was also in love with Javier Escuella and the two even got married in the early 1900's after she freed him from execution. She has witnessed everyone around her die and suffers from immense trauma from it, and after promise from William Stryker that her memories would be erased she joined the Weapon X program. However, something went horribly wrong and she became the first "business mistake" for the program as she ended up murdering everyone who got too close to her due to her feral rage (essentially Logan's bezerker rage) being untamed and extremely dangerous. After this, she lives as a drifter for a long time before settling down in New York and beginning to work as a waitress. She meets Peter Petrelli and they form a very close relationship, one that Olivia is scared of because everyone she loves dies. Liv's entire storyline is one of the more fleshed out and intense storylines of all four of the characters and much like Logan, she suffers from extreme and intense trauma and has an equally bad attitude.

[misterbaritone]

Kinda wanna play through all the DMC games again but at the same time I don’t wait all the way till DMC3 for the series to get good.

[dramalove247]

Tag Game: Scenes I will never forget

Inspired by 🐠 Dori's post, we are starting a tag game because we are curious what scenes would be on everyone else's list.

Rules: Share 5-10 scenes you can't forget. Not your favorites, the ones that got stuck in your brain for any reason.

Explain if you want to, or don't, your choice. We chose to stick with Asian dramas. Don't like the rules? Make up your own. We won't judge. And consider yourself tagged if you wanna play. Just please tag us to we can see your list!

🐈Kat: I broke my own rules (I am a rebel like that) and ended up picking 10 series, though sometimes had a few scenes from the series. Also, I very intentionally did not pick any scenes 🐠 did, just for funsies.

Love Between Fairy and Devil

This series has imprinted on me, because it hard launched a pretty intense hyperfixation. I may have binged this in an embarrassingly short amount of time. I then proceeded to rewatch it more times than I will admit back to back. There are way too many scenes in this series that live on in my head. For simplicity, I give you a scene in episode 9 where I knew for certain that I was going to love Dongfang Qing Cang. Daddy says, “How dare you hurt my woman.” Then BAM, f-ing black smoke wings. Hot damn.

Crash Landing on You

This whole series has stayed with me. Not sure I will ever watch it again. It was really freaking good, but it hurt. I am not sure I have it in me to let it hurt me that way again. My mind comes back to episode 12 a lot, as the threads in this episode are all interwoven. The parallel between what Se Ri says to her mother, and what Jeong Hyeok says to her… just damn.

“Next year, and the one after that, and even the one after that will all be good because I’ll be thinking about you. I’ll be grateful that you were born into this world. I’ll be grateful that the person I love is still breathing. That’s why your birthday will always be a good day.”

Fireworks of my Heart

In a similar vein, there is a scene in episode 28 of Fireworks of my Heart when Song Yan is talking to Meng Yan Chen outside Xu Qin’s condo that lives in my head. Meng Yan Chen is telling Song Yan that he is not good enough for Xu Qin.

“She has insomnia. She needs sleeping pills to fall asleep. Did you know that? You said this neighborhood is good. It really is. The floor is good too. It’s very high. Meng Yan Chen, look up. Given her previous state, do you think one day, she’d jump from above? None of your family has the right to say I don’t deserve her.”

I had spent the whole series up to this point feeling like there was a brittleness to Xu Qin, and I kept expecting her to make some sort of suicidal gesture. But I also thought I might be being over-dramatic, because there was nothing explicitly stated in the script before this. In that moment Song Yan demonstrated once again how he is the only one who really SEES her. With her adopted family she has to be a fragile doll, not living, but with Song Yan she can be her "imperfect" self and actually LIVE. And this scene perfectly embodies all of that.

Jack & Joker: U Steal my Heart!

Since 🐠 already brought up the non-wedding in the special episode, I'll choose the scene from the series that hit me the hardest. I can never forget Joker at the hospital after Toiting is hurt. Watching him break, the overwhelming shame and self hatred he feels, all his ugly crying and self-harming behaviors (tearing at his hair, hitting himself); and then Jack's utter devastation and rage. It was so incredibly well done.

I Told Sunset About You / I Promised You the Moon

I’m counting this as one extended series, as it two parts of a bigger story. This story hit me in unhealthy ways. 🐠 was the bestest of besties and let me drone on and on about this series in-depth. Despite the fact that at the time she had no intention of watching it, had no interest in or care about the series, she just knew this was knocking around in my head and I needed to talk it out. I want to hate this series. I hate how Teh hurts Oh-aew repeatedly, even if it isn't malicious in nature, while on his journey of self-discovery and growth. Oh-aew is so honest and clear about his emotions, he loves Teh and never questioned that. Teh on the other hand, navigating his own complicated emotions and his fears, wounds Oh-aew in the process. I want something and someone better for Oh-aew. Yet at the same time I know how much he loves Teh, and ultimately how much Teh truly loves Oh-aew, and I get that emotions are complicated and messy. This series hurt me a lot and made me wallow in it. But it did it so well I couldn’t walk away and I still carry it with me.

The scene in ITSAY that is the loudest in my head, is the back scratching/sniffing scene. That was the most confusing and uncomfortably hot scene. Billkin and PP Krit could teach a master class in telegraphing desire with your body. I think seeing their desire for each other, how Oh-aew surrenders and Teh can't seem to control himself as he get's lost in Oh-aew is what makes this scene so hot.

The scene I keep coming back to in IPYTM is the breakup scene. Watching Oh-aew watching Teh who is watching Jai and having all the pieces come together in a way that cannot be ignored or denied, and the devastation on Oh-aew face has left a mark on me. The following argument, watching Oh-aew fall apart and Teh facing the reality of losing Oh-aew burns.

Why R U ? (Thailand)

OMG. Zee is a master at crying, and Saint is no slouch. Technically two scenes, but all related, so I'm leaning into it. First, in episode 11 (damn episode 11 curse!). Tutor begging Fighter to let him go, saying it's because he’s tired and hurting, and that moment where Fighter realizes he will give Tutor anything… so he let's go.

Then came the salt in the wound in episode 12, when Tutor continues his campaign to make Fighter hate him. The desperate and angry kissing, Tutor remembering his why and pulling it all in and just laying there on the bed, before unleashing all the sneering disdain with an “are you satisfied.” Followed by Fighter breaking and BEGGING and Tutor being cold and deliberately cruel, throwing metaphorical rocks to make Fighter leave. Watching the character Fighter fall apart is really powerful, but honestly, there is something about watching Zee as an actor falling apart in any role that just does something to my feelings.

My Stand In

This is another series where I couldn’t pick just one scene. I have a questionably unhealthy love for Ming. I love a good toxic obsessive love trope. Soooo many dopamine sprinkles. Om nom nom. Ahem.

First, THE ICONIC BACK SCENE. This scene is so incredible for me because in that moment we have Ming, who knows he was in love with Joe, was utterly devastated over Joe's loss, and is living his life with the goal of finding Joe. He is eaten up with guilt- had already fallen out of “love” with Tong, and blames Tong as much as himself for what they did to Joe. Then he learns that the very thing he loved about Tong was never Tong, it was in fact, Joe. Who he had mistreated and lost due to his "love" of Tong. The apology, Ming's devastation and crying, and the way he clings to Joe with no care for anyone else in the room. So freaking good.

Joe losing it at the funeral. Seeing him grieving his old life, attending his own funeral, and then confronting Ming. It hurt so good.

And finally, when Ming- and please know it hurts me a little to phrase it this way, makes love to Joe for the first time. This scene was choreographed so well to relay how it was different. We have Ming prioritizing Joe’s pleasure, and while Ming has A THING for backs, the slight shift in positioning and Ming gazing at Joe’s face intensely are ways he is communicating to Joe that it is different this time. He is making it clear that he is with Joe, wants to be with Joe, loves Joe, and is clearly communicating that in his actions throughout this whole scene.

Love in the Air

I’m sure this scene may live in a lot of people’s heads for a variety of reasons. For me, there is the context of this being the first Thai BL I watched. Look, I am a queer American woman in my 40s - I have SEEN SOME THINGS. My mass consumption of live-action Asian dramas started with C-Dramas, many of those I watched barely register on the spice scale. While the K and J dramas I had consumed have a wider spice range, a lot of the (specifically Asian) BL content I had consumed prior to watching LITA had not prepared me for episode 6. Hell, the first NC scene and all the make outs hadn’t prepared me for this scene. I literally sent 🐠 something along the lines of “Holy guacamole Dori. I started this series I kept seeing recommended and there is a f-ing tongue lick.” And then I sent her a screenshot- followed by a gif - because words could not adequately convey what I saw.

4 Minutes

Which then leads me to 4 minutes (because you know that series has to make it on at least 2/3 of my lists for REASONS). Let’s just say, if LITA’s tongue lick has carved itself into my memory bank, then 4 Minutes - WHICH HAS SET THE CURVE ON OUR SPICE SCALE - is going to be there too. I want to say it’s a Bible scene, and yes, many of his scenes stay with me (for reasons… RESPECTFUL reasons). But for this list, it was Tonkla all the way, because bro went all the damn way and needed a TOWEL. Enough said.

Bed Friend

Since apparently we’re on the subject of spicy scenes, I will wrap up this list with Bedfriends and Uea in that damn cat-cosplay. Do there need to even be words about this? Because I think this gif says it all.

We showed your ours.... tag, you're it.

No pressure tag for people we think might like to play: @my-rose-tinted-glasses @hughungrybear @nabi-unveiled @respectthepetty @heretherebedork @lurkingshan @pointlesscandies @iguessitsjustme

[turinspeachjam]

WIP Wednesday!!

Make me write!! I need to get some writing done, so any help is greatly appreciated!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences from that WIP! No limits to the amount of emojis you can request.

👻 Steddie Big Bang Project - (it's a secret until claims are over so it'll be obscured)

🌧 Steve Storm Powers - (Gen atm)

🧠 Stobin Songfic - (Marbles by The Amazing Devil)

Here's a snippet from 🧠 because I can't share my Big Bang:

Robin took several deep breaths before opening the door.

The nurse at the front desk had told her today was a good day, but not to push him too hard. Which translated to “He already pushed himself too hard and doesn’t need help to make it worse.” Not Robin’s favorite nurse by a landslide, but she was at least honest about when Steve needed to rest, even if she had a tone that sometimes rivaled Dustin’s.

Robin was not nervous, per se, but there was a ball of anxiety taking residence in her chest. If she were honest, that ball of anxiety was a permanent resident of Casa de Robin. It did not matter how often she prepared herself. No amount of deep breathing and meditative thinking resolved that pit of dread in her heart.

Dawdling got her nowhere and only ever made her feel worse, so she walked right into his room as soon as she reached his door. He had been staring at something in his hands when she entered but looked up when he heard her approach. The brilliant smile that spread across his cheeks was enough to truly settle her. The nurse was right. Today was a good day.

“Hey, Dingus,” She greeted with a warm smile of her own. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Never,” Steve declared reverently, a twinkle in his eyes. “And even if you were interrupting something, I wouldn’t care.”

He set whatever he had been holding onto his lap and made grabby hands at Robin, demanding affection that she was all too happy to give him. The bed he was sitting in was not the most comfortable, but that did not matter to Robin in the slightest. She crawled across the sheets and wrapped her best friend in the tightest hug she could, knocking both of them over in the process. She could hear Steve’s breathless giggles and the sound filled her to the brim with overwhelming fondness. Her eyes felt hot and she hid her face against Steve’s shoulder, not wanting him to see her cry when he was having a good day.

Robin allowed herself to remain wrapped around him for a few minutes before pulling away just far enough to see his face. His eyes were clear and bright, no sign of hazy confusion or hurt. Just her Steve, through and through. She studied his face for any signs of pain he may have been trying to hide, but there was no tension in his shoulders, no furrows in his brow.

Satisfied by her examination, Robin glanced down to see what Steve had been holding. She was barely able to hold back a new wave of tears at the sight of the photo album. Their photo album.

No pressure tags list: @tinytalkingtina @stellarspecter @helpimstuckposting @kikidoesfanfic @eriquin @sidekick-hero @shares-a-vest @dreamwatch @sourw0lfs @little-annie @onirislanding @penny00dreadful @klausinamarink @griefabyss69 @machtaholic @queenofshenanigans @vthx

[dizzyhslightlyvoided]

Also, in the opening cutscene of Vergil's route in Devil May Cry 4 SE, there's a caption that says "Fortuna City, a few decades ago". The cutscene ends with a woman looking over at Vergil curiously.

"A few decades ago" from what perspective exactly, Capcom? As of Devil May Cry 5 (and it should also be reasonably obvious from both the above and the shape of Vergil's shadow in the ending cutscene) we know for an absolute goddamn fact that the length of time between Vergil's pre-DMC3 visit to Fortuna and DMC4 was necessarily Nero's exact age, plus a normal pregnancy length.

[pluppsauthor]

Music Tag Game!

Thanks for the tag, @willtheweaver! Been awhile since I've done a tag game... I think... and I'm a little late, Deltarune took over for a bit.

Answer the questions then tag moots to join in!

Song currently stuck in your head - Farewell Wanderlust by The Amazing Devil (Though honestly I have like 5 I'm cycling through rn)

Favourite vocalist - Liam McCormick from The Family Crest (I know very few by name and had to look this up, but love this man!)

Favourite lyrics - So call me when the world looks bleak / I love you, but it's hard to believe / With every day, we'll start to see / The rest is metamodernity. (I'm honestly not sure if these are my favourite per se, but they are up there I suppose)

Song that brings back memories - Either Freewill, Fly By Night, or YYZ all by Rush (Heavy nostalgia with all of Rush tbh)

Song that makes you cry - Binks Brew (Binks No Sake), specifically the cover by The Longest Johns. That or Travelers from the Outer Wilds Soundtrack by Andrew Prahlow. ::,)

Song that makes you happy - Howl by The Family Crest (That or Travelers from Outer Wilds again, it's a complicated feeling ; happy tears ::))

Most listened to album - Recently: The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil; All time: Probably Beneath The Brine by The Family Crest

Favourite music video - It technically isn't a music video, but it is my favourite. At the end of Pointcrow's playthrough of Outer Wilds, he and his friends played the traveler's theme. And I teared up at it the first time I saw it ::,) (Here's that part of the video, if you like it, don't watch the rest of the video, go play Outer Wilds, come back, and then watch it. Seriously, go play Outer Wilds, best game.)

Last album you listened to - Full album? Probably Beyond, Beyond, Beyond by The Crane Wives. At all? The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil

If you could be in a band what role would you have? - Well, although I do play an instrument, it isn't one traditionally in most bands. So either vocals or keyboard, unless they happen to want a flute player.

I'm tagging @letterboxd-in, @nightmaricwriter, @tildeathiwillwrite, @world-of-iridensia (I hope I tagged the right one), @houndsofcorduff and open tag to anyone who may or may not see this! <3

My musical interests are all over the place, I just listen to what I like. Ask me again in a month and almost all of these answers would be different lol.

[lmae98]

My masterlist posts

DEVIL MAY CRY Parallels DMC3 - DMC5 Nero & Vergil - "An Apple never falls far from the tree" Dante & Vergil - "And we're supposed to be twins" Dante & Vergil - The Man Who Sold The World Video Edit Nero - Vacant Surrender Character ask game: Vergil Edition

VERLADY First Xnalara Edit Xnalara Edit Comparison Kiss (outside of Devil May Cry Building) Deciding to write a longfic My longfic wip Longfic answer 1 Gif set - "I'm glad to see you look so well" Edit Cien años (Vxlentine's submission) Thumbnail Edit Verlady Theories

FANFICTION

Foolish Girl - My Verlady Week (Spanish Lang/Wattpad)

Rubble Wall (AO3 English Ver./ Spanish Ver.)

A beautiful fan art of my fic by @hobadevil Longfic answer 2 (here bc has general content too)

NETFLIX ANIME Vergil's Theory Synopsis and DMC3's Theories

OTHER When I thought Reptile and Nero's face model were the same Reptile and Nero's model are not the same (clown time) "El wey de los cacahuates" meme My DMC5 SE "Gameplay" New DMC rumors + Fire Inside by Casey Edwards (half clown)

VERLADY WEEK 2024

Day 1 (Word / Misc)

Day 2 (Misc)

Day 3 (Misc)

Day 4 (Misc)

Day 5 (Misc)

Day 6 (Misc)

Day 7 (Misc)

CASTLEVANIA Parallels Castlevania Netflix and Castlevania LOS2 Dracula actually had a peace of humanity inside Father and son Theo James as Hector Castlevania Netflix Cast Part I Castlevania Netflix Cast Part II Alucard (Castlevania Nocturne)

HALO Not my post but me shipping the classic

DC

GREEN CANARY (Comics) He has lost her many ways, many times

ARROW Laurel - "Too pure for this world" Lauriver - "When he feels her arms..." Lauriver Videoedit - Love Of My Life

Oliver Videoedit - New Kid In Town Gif set - Green Canary/Siren Edit

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY MOVIE

[ohbutwheresyourheart]

I have far too many half-written things in my google docs that have never seen the light of day, so I've decided to start buffing up the best ones and posting them unfinished. Maybe I'll come back to them later, or if not at least someone will hopefully enjoy reading them as they are.

First up: fragments from a WIP based on the concept that Eva did not actually die when the twins were children; instead, she got caught in the magic field of a Geryon and sling-shotted to the middle of Devil May Cry 5. What I wrote revolved more around the aftermath, and Eva trying to come to terms with the modern world, her losses, and not knowing what happened to her sons.

The building is echoing once the buffer of trash is removed. High ceilings dissipating into shadowy un-shapes. Dark corners shifting like predators turning and twisting. It’s too like the manor in those early days before she tamed it as Sparda had; made it respect her for all she was a mortal woman.

Made it respect her because she was a mortal woman.

She feels so tired, though; too tired to start a fresh war. So Eva lives with the shadows and whatever they may hide. At least it’s not outwardly hostile. Even if it was, by rights she shouldn’t be comfortable here.

This domain, this world, empty of her sons.

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Swollen and fragile all at once, like a wine glass held too long in hot water - ripe for shattering with a single thoughtless move.

Midmorning is an inauspicious time for any demon to appear; Eva uses the reprieve to walk the city streets. Capulet is smaller than Red Grave but still a decent-sized city in its own right, checking off all the requirements: university, libraries, museums, churches, arts district, cheerful cafes dotting the sidewalk…

A few months ago -- no, thirty years ago -- she would have delighted in browsing the art supplies store, or checking the museum events for child-friendly exhibitions (but boys you must behave), or laughing into her coffee as two eight year olds descended into extensive debate on the merits of chocolate cake over strawberry tarts.

Now she buys peppermint tea in a to-go cup and takes it to the park.

Capulet is unexpectedly windswept in August, errant breezes stirring up the parched over-long grass around her ankles and pulling her hair, strand by strand, out of the confines of her ponytail.

The park is quietish; the younger children are out in force but a university city never really feels alive during the summer while the students are away. She follows the winding gravel path towards the duck pond at the centre and circles it once, twice. Watches other mothers with children tossing breadcrumbs to the ducks; running; playing.

“Why don’t you go and play, boys? Just--”

“Be careful, I know.” Vergil’s eyes, already so much older than they should be. “Why even try when we have to pretend?”

She’d never come up with a good enough answer for him.

Trish finds her on a bench. She sits down without ceremony or preamble, sunglasses her one concession to the summer day but otherwise as unaffected by the August sun as she no doubt will be by the coming autumn chill.

(Eva is rapidly coming to dislike Trish. Not because she is a demon, per se, but because it’s so fucking demoralising to constantly see the perfect version of herself; an Eva who will never succumb to sagging tits or a bloated stomach or even messy hair.)

“Are you all right? You’re sitting there like a ghost.”

Eva sips her tea to save herself from an immediate response. The cup is almost empty and the dregs are cold; she doesn’t remember drinking it.

“I’m fine.”

“Mm.” Trish doesn’t look as though she believes Eva in the slightest, but thankfully doesn’t push the issue. “Well, in that case, I have a favour to ask.”

“Oh?” Eva becomes instantly wary. Even as despondent as she feels, she knows better than to thoughtlessly promise a demon anything.

Something flashes in Trish’s eyes, gone too quickly for Eva to define it. The slow smile that curls the corners of her lips is equally inscrutable.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a favour for me, exactly,” she assures her, waving a perfectly manicured hand (again that familiar burst of jealousy towards a creature that could control their human physical appearance at will; Sparda had never had a bad hair day in his life--). “Lady heard you’re quite the dab hand with magic and she wanted to know if there were any goodies you could make for her, or teach her, or… whatever, really.”

“Last I saw, Lady has a tongue in her head,” Eva replies coolly.

Trish’s smile widens. “Oh, she does, but she’s out of town this week and when I saw you I thought I might as well ask now as later.”

“Mm.” Now it’s Eva’s turn to give Trish a searching look. She taps her nails (not perfectly manicured by any definition of the term) against her empty cup, wishing there was some left; she could make use of a timely pause to sip her tea and give herself a moment to think. “Well, I’m happy to talk to Lady about what she needs when she’s back in Capulet.”

“I’ll pass the message on.” With one flowing, elegant movement, Trish gets to her feet and stretches like a languid cat. “I’d better get going. See you around, Eva.”

“Yes, see you,” Eva mutters to her back; Trish is already going, sashaying through the park like she owns the place.

Something about this doesn’t smell right and Eva has sense enough to be cautious.

And yet… When she returns to Devil May Cry, she spends time going through the cupboards she’s restocked and checking her herbs. She uses the laptop Nero and Nico set her up with and finds websites that sell the supplies she needs -- whether advertised for witchcraft or otherwise -- and prepares lists of useful tricks; things that used to give her the edge she needed to survive another night.

It might not be useful for Lady -- if, indeed, Lady even asked the question -- but it’s useful for Eva. Practically, because she can’t be too careful even now, and in the abstract;  when she goes to bed that night, Eva sleeps better than she has in weeks. Her hands might be dry and her nails might be broken, but with her fingertips stained and smelling of herbs once again she almost begins to recognise herself.

----

To Eva’s palpable surprise, Lady does actually swing by Devil May Cry the following week.

“Trish told me she saw you,” Lady explains as she unholsters Kaline Ann and sets her down on the desk. “Did she tell you the kind of thing I was looking for?”

Because there is truth in this cover story that Lady and Trish have concocted between themselves. Yes, mainly they want to check on Eva, but it also never hurts for an old bitch to learn some new tricks.

And how does Eva look? Less like Trish than she used to; Eva has taken to shoving her hair up in a loose bun at the back of her head (the better, Lady assumes, to keep it out of her face now she was no longer playing lady of the manor) and has swapped her elegant black gown for a serviceable sweater and jeans. On her feet, Doc Martens. On her hands, broken nails and stained fingertips. In her eyes - fire.

“In passing.” Eva is - suspicious? Well, Lady can’t entirely blame her for still finding her feet with all of them, particularly Trish - though Trish herself had taken it as a compliment that Eva considered her enough potential trouble to be wary of.

“You’re welcome to anything I can teach you, although…” Eva’s gaze slides across and down to Kalina Ann. There is something distinctly hungry (covetous?) in her eyes. “You seem to have the offensive side pretty well covered.”

Lady grins, one firearms aficionado to another. “Give Nico a call if you want anything - you can’t beat the Goldsteins for guns and for you she’ll probably do it for free.”

That does it: the reserve cracks and Eva grins back. It is not the kind, motherly smile that Dante probably remembers. This is the smile that a tiger would give you if it could.

“Noted.” Eva pulls out a stack of books from one of the desk drawers. “Now, where do you want to start?”

It does not take long for Lady to be very, very glad she arranged this meeting. Eva is an absolute trove of knowledge. Much of it Lady already knows, and some of it is interesting but not strictly relevant -- Lady’s fighting style being much more full-on than Eva’s tactics lend themselves to -- but she still picks up plenty.

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Nero is a dutiful, darling boy. He checks in with her, regular as clockwork, trying to disguise the anxiety in his voice. He doesn’t know how to be with her, but he tries nonetheless.

He asks her, often, to visit him in Fortuna; to meet his girlfriend and the children they have adopted. Eva demurs and lets him think she’s still putting off the inevitable label of grandmother. It’s not a total lie, but it’s far from the primary reason. Maybe, perceptive as he is (and he is; Sparda’s eyes staring at her, seeing straight through her despite the un-Sparda-ish mouthing off), he knows that, too, and is giving her time.

It’s just… what if they come back, and she isn’t here to greet them? What if they think she’s truly gone again? She can’t hurt her boys like that a second time. She can’t let them down again when they look for her, reach for her. God knows she was worth fuck-all to them then and even less now, as much protection as a paper cut-out, but if they know she’s willing to put herself between the two of them and danger, then… that’s something, isn’t it? However little, it’s something.

The latest attempt comes on a late autumn evening. October is slipping away, each dark evening bringing them a little closer to Halloween. The most enterprising of the local children have already ventured out trick-or-treating with the excuse that the 31st is a school night, and Eva watches troupes of ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties parade past the windows with a bittersweet smile. She bought a bag of candy but doesn’t really expect any trick-or-treaters; Dante, with good reason, didn’t take pains to encourage the local kids to come calling.

Nero and Nico pull up, a welcome interruption to her descent into melancholy, out of breath but radiant from their latest skirmish. They stop by Devil May Cry on the pretence of leaving word for Morrison that payment is due, but Nero could do that himself on the little computer phone he carries around with him. In reality, they’re checking on her.

Eva doesn’t mind, really. She likes the company, and the kids (God, she calls them kids, they’re not that much younger than she is) are energetic; it’s hard to be actively maudlin when refereeing a shouting match. Nico especially is nosy and almost impossible to brush off or offend. On every visit, she wheedles a few more secrets out of Eva’s recipe books. Lately, Eva has been amusing herself by giving her tidbits and letting Nico reverse-engineer either the process or the product. Usually, she gets it right. Occasionally, she comes up with something better.

Tonight, though, Eva feels even harder to cheer than normal. Nico is put off by a wad of cash to get takeout -- Sparda laid the bounty of the world at her feet, but Nero and Nico are giving her a world tour laden with grease -- leaving Eva and Nero alone for half an hour. Nero has unchecked notebook privileges, as long as he’s careful with them, and he flicks through the entries thoughtfully.

“How did you learn all this stuff in the first place?”

“It depends which stuff we’re talking about.” Eva leans over his shoulder, pointing to the pages. “Sparda gave me a lot of them; things he’d picked up over the years, I don’t even know where from. But this one -- here -- that was from a hunter I partnered up with a lot in the early days. These tisanes were from my aunt. I used to say she should have been born a mediaeval herb-woman, except they’d have hung her for a witch.”

But Nero has stopped looking at the pages. He’s looking at her instead; thoughtful, in a way that is so Vergil it makes her heart skip a beat.

“What were they like, your family?”

“My family...” How long has it been since family wasn’t Sparda and the boys? How much longer since it meant the house she grew up in, and the people who populated it? “Oh, they -- they’re long gone. Better not to dwell. I have the boys,” Except she doesn’t. “And you, of course.”

Nero isn’t diverted, not for a moment, and the tilt of his eyebrows is pure Vergil. But he lets it go for now.

They taper off into silence. It lasts for a few minutes, Eva turning over possibilities in her mind. The words, when they come, are nevertheless a surprise; something she hadn’t meant to let loose.

“My father was a twin,” she says abruptly. “He and my uncle were thick as thieves. I always used to hope I’d have twins -- they say it skips a generation, so I thought it was likely I would -- and then they’d both always have a friend.”

She lets out a hollow little laugh. A friend. What a fucking fairytale.

Where did she go so wrong? Yes, the boys had always had their spats, but Eva had chalked that up to a mixture of their demonic blood and the marked differences in their personalities, watchful but not truly worried. She tried to encourage them to get along, to talk out their problems, but had also comforted herself that it was something they would grow out of as they got older and developed a bit more emotional maturity. Siblings fought; it was perfectly normal. Even she and Elijah--

Eva squeezes her eyes closed. She can’t think about Elijah right now.

A warm, calloused hand covers her own and Eva opens her eyes to see Nero watching her, his expression unusually serious.

“It’s not your fault,” he tells her, quietly but with a forceful conviction behind his words that reminds her of Sparda. “Yeah, they’re idiots, and they’re both kind of fucked up in their own ways, but it’s not your fault. They’d be a lot worse if it hadn’t been for you.”

Is that true? Eva isn’t sure which is worse; that she has ruined her boys, or that they would somehow be even worse without her.

But none of this is Nero’s problem. Grandson, she reminds herself once again. Grandson. Not a peer, not a comrade to lean on. A young man she needs to protect.

Pull yourself together, Eva.

----

Eventually, Eva gets sick of sitting around Devil May Cry waiting for something to happen.

She has never been a passive person. Eva makes things happen. Ever since Lady asked for some tricks to help her on hunts, Eva has been building up her supplies again. Restocking her herbs, potions, and powders. Dusting off Dante’s collection of magic books (a surprisingly comprehensive collection; Vergil had always been the bookworm, while Dante was too much of a fidget-bottom to sit still for five minutes)  and reminding herself of her favourite cantrips. Eventually, she contracts Nico to make her a pair of guns like her old ones.

The last time Eva felt so lost, she was drowning in grief for her husband and it ended in tragedy for her sons. She will not make the same mistake twice. Reaching back through the years, breaking down the walls she had so carefully built up, she remembers how it felt to be fifteen and alone; fifteen and desperate; fifteen and unstoppable.

Then she asks Morrison for some work.

As a young woman trying to break into this line of work, Eva had gotten used to the looks she elicited from these “brokers”. The initial amusement, thinking she’s joking. The surprise when they realise she isn’t. The patronising shake of the head as they assure her this is no work for a pretty little lady like her. Finally, the shock and anger as they hastily reconsidered their position with a gun jammed up against their throats.

Over time, she’d gotten a reputation for being an infernal bitch who was extremely good at what she did, which meant the work came easier. Eventually, by the time she met Sparda, she’d been running her own jobs without a broker at all - unless they were coming to her for a favour.

But that was then. Now she’s back to square one. Unproved. Untried. Untested. It’s aggravating but Eva knows she’ll have to just deal with it if she wants an in.

Because Eva is pretty sure she can talk Morrison into kicking a few jobs her way. Asking Lady, or Nero, or Trish to share, though? It will all be there - amusement, surprise, disbelief - and the worst thing of all is that they will be speaking not from baseless stereotyping but all too real knowledge.

Dante told us all about it, Eva. You barely lasted a minute when the demons attacked, isn’t that right? This is way too much for you.

No. She will work until she has beaten the softness out of herself. Until she can go back to them on an even footing. Until it’s second nature once again to have gunpowder on her clothes and the spark of magic at her fingertips. Until the Underworld has learned to fear Sparda’s whore again.

Then she will get their respect, rather than their pity.

Morrison drops by periodically for coffee and a chat. There hasn’t been any money-grubbing yet; Dante owns the office outright - Eva has seen the deed and it’s real enough - and the bills are being paid out of his last earnings. It won’t last forever, but it’s been enough to take one worry off Eva’s mind so far.

Instead, Morrison seems to simply enjoy her company, or maybe he just can’t kick the habit of showing up at Devil May Cry to see Dante. Whatever the reason, Eva enjoys his visits and his dry humour. What Morrison makes of her, she’s not sure; Eva had told him, in a tone that made it clear she was lying, that she was Trish’s long-lost sister. Morrison had simply chuckled and refrained from asking any questions.

That’s one thing Eva always did like about brokers; they’re the kind of people who don’t ask difficult, unnecessary questions.

“You’ve got this place looking real good, Eva.” Morrison looks around with genuine admiration and gestures with his lit cigarette to the spider plant growing ever larger in the corner. “Way better than Dante ever did. Mother of God, the state I’ve seen this office in… well. Maybe best not to elaborate too much there.”

Eva laughs, remembering how Dante always tried his best to weasel out of his chores. Even getting him to make his bed was a challenge. It seems he hasn’t improved with age.

“It’s certainly been quite the project. But, now that it’s done, I’ve been thinking I need something else to do.” Eva watches Morrison carefully, waiting for his reaction. “Do you have any work for me?”

Morrison smirks. “Getting bored already? Yeah, I got a few things on the back burner - the kind of stuff the other ladies think they’re too good for, if you catch my drift, and the kid really has got his hands full.”

...Okay, that was absurdly easy. Eva narrows her eyes, but Morrison doesn’t look like he’s trying to mock her. On the contrary, when he sees her expression, he holds his hands up in mock surrender.

“Hey, I don’t control the work that comes in! Besides, pay is pay, am I right?”

“I’m looking for hunting work,” Eva says pointedly, wondering if he’s mistaken her meaning.

“Yeah, yeah, I got you.” Morrison chuckles as he takes a drag on his cigarette. “What, were you expecting me to say no? If nobody will do the work, I won't get paid either.”

“I…” Eva is floored. All of her preparation, all that time spent rehearsing her arguments, and it turns out she doesn’t need any of them. “I was expecting, uh…”

“Pushback?” Morrison gives her a knowing look. “Do you really think I’d have lasted this long with those ladies if I trotted out that kind of line? As far as I’m concerned, if you hang around with Dante, Lady, and Trish, then you know what you’re doing and you can take care of yourself.”

Morrison pulls a notebook out of his pocket and rifles through it, humming under his breath. He tears out a page and walks over to lay it on Eva’s desk.

“Here are the details. Just give me a call when you’re done with them and I’ll arrange your payment. Damages come out of your cut, mind you. If everything goes well, I’ll see what else I have for you.”

----

It really is grunt work, but Eva doesn’t mind; she’s not arrogant enough to think she could jump single-handedly into something like Red Grave, guns blazing.

The job also isn't urgent - hence Morrison being lackadaisical about bullying someone into taking it - which gives her the leisure of reconnaissance and planning time.

An empusa nest out on some waste ground that a local developer bought before noticing his unexpected squatters. Straightforward enough, although Eva takes more precautions than she thinks are necessary just in case. After all, she’s seen her judgement is far from perfect.

But in the end, all goes smoothly. No nasty surprises. Just some nasty stains on the concrete from empusas blown to kingdom come. Eva grimaces at them, hoping they don’t count as “damages”. The land is being developed anyway, right? Surely they’ll be putting down fresh tarmac?

In the end, Morrison does take a cut from her pay, but it’s less than she feared and so Eva swallows it with as much good grace as she can muster. The stack of notes is a reassuring weight in her hand. Ballast, though for (or against) what, she’s not entirely sure. The important thing is that she’s done a competent enough job that Morrison leaves her with the details of another couple of jobs. In this way a reputation is built.

“Morrison,” Eva calls out just before he leaves.

Morrison pauses on the threshold. There’s a beat before he looks back at her over his shoulder and Eva gets the impression he knows exactly what she’s about to ask.

“Do you think he’s coming back?”

Because Morrison is not Trish, or Lady, or Nero. He does not know her connection to these people. To Dante. So he has no reason to lie to her or spare her feelings.

He sucks in a breath, considering. “You know, I’d gotten to the point where I never thought I’d see anything Dante didn’t come back from. So many times I thought he was in way over his head, only for him to walk away laughing. But this job… this felt different from the start. Gave me a sort of -- premonition, you might say.”

A soft hum; something that might have been a laugh, if there was any humour in it, and Morrison shook his head.

“The truth is, Eva, I don’t know. I really don’t. He could come waltzing back in here tomorrow, carrying a pizza and laughing at us all for ever doubting him. Or we might never see him again.”

Eva sinks slowly into the desk chair, feeling the truth of it in her bones. A tidal wave of exhaustion crashes over her, threatening to drown her in one clean swoop. Tired of worry. Tired of uncertainty. Tired of never even having the cold comfort of a body to bury. Tired of that tiny speck of hope that even now refused to be snuffed out completely because, however ridiculous it was to expect it, there was still the chance--

“I knew someone else like that, once,” she hears herself say. “He never did come back.”

Morrison gives her a searching look. He seems, for a moment, to be on the verge of saying something more, but in the end refrains. Instead, he tips his hat to her.

“You take care, Eva.”

“Yeah,” Eva replies distantly. “You too, Morrison.”

----

The work is important for more than Eva’s ego.

Her blood sings in her veins once again. The hum of power at her fingertips, like the whine of electricity. A promise, maybe even a vow if you were so inclined to call it such, that one day in the none-too-distant future a small slice of the world would once again turn at Eva’s call and beckoning. She has known this once before when playing lady of the manor. Now, the power is both weaker, for lack of Sparda’s force bolstering her, and sweeter, for knowing it is all of her own clawing and devising.

Her blood sings and Eva tastes iron and lightning on her tongue. Her fingers smell of metal and herbs and something no mortal can rightly put words to; the tang of the Underworld and the burning sulphur of demons.

When Eva looks at her reflection in the chipped bathroom mirror and sees an old, familiar light in her eyes, she knows it is time.

Very little magic needs to be complicated. The point is will, and the directing of it. For those unfamiliar with the craft then the trimmings of rituals and candles can go a long way in finding that direction.

For those who live long enough to become old hands, just the thinking, coupled with the right runes, is enough. Eva takes a sharp knife, a handful of herbs, and a silver-backed mirror (in this, old ways are better; a mercury mirror would work better still, but this will do for now)... and she searches.

Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, soul of my soul, I seek thee now. Come to me, come to me, come to me…

It is a powerful spell. Kinfinding may not be enough to physically draw her boys forth from the Underworld, but it should at least show them to her in the scrying mirror.

Eva seeks until her blood runs dangerously thin and her head pounds and her vision begins to darken. She seeks further still until she knows herself at the very precipice of what she can safely come back from… and only then, with great reluctance, does she let the spell go.

She has not seen them, either of them, even once.

----

Eventually, it feels meaningless to even keep up the pretence she thinks the boys are coming back.

What has happened to them is almost immaterial. The nightmare scenarios are so numerous that eventually they blur together into one long snuff film that leaves her numb. Like Sparda, they were there and then they were not. Like Sparda, she will never know what exactly happened.

Devil May Cry becomes part tomb, part cocoon. She has saved enough money to keep Morrison at bay for a while even after Dante’s funds run out, and she continues to take work for the sake of it, though she doesn’t keep track of her income versus expenditures. If or when the money runs out, she’s not sure. It’s pointless to think so far ahead. Perhaps she’ll just die, like she should have before.

A wife without a husband. A mother without sons. Once, she would have vomited at the thought of a woman identifying herself by the men in her life, but somehow it crept up on her over the years and now she’s left with gaping, bloody holes that gung-ho feminist rhetoric does nothing to paste over.

Nobody seems to notice the change in her philosophy. Though, she gets precious few visitors anyway. Trish and Lady leave her to her own devices, having apparently satisfied their curiosity about her. Morrison has tapered off their tete-a-tetes and only shows up when he wants money. Nero is a busy boy these days.

One night she dreams about them. The dream is very similar to the ones she used to have about Sparda; lifelike, almost lucid dreaming, where everything was the same - she is in bed, having just awoken - except he is there, smiling gently, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Sleeping in, Eva?

Dreaming about the boys is very similar. She dreams she awakens in the night to a sound downstairs. There is no panic of a break-in; nobody bothers her these days. Voices, muffled, from the floor below. Eva calmly gets out of bed, registering even the rustle of the sheets and the cold, bare wooden boards under her feet. She pads slowly out of the bedroom to the top of the stairs.

There they are, standing in the centre of the office, illuminated perfectly by a strip of moonlight through the window. It is like a picture. It is too perfect and too easy. This is how she knows she is dreaming.

Still, for the first time in months, her heart eases.

They are talking softly to each other, too softly for her to catch the words (there is a limit, she concedes, to just how much even her vivid imagination can conjure). Eva doesn’t mind. She stands at the mezzanine and soaks them in.

Dante gestures to the stairs and looks up. He freezes as their eyes meet. Vergil, a half-heartbeat behind his twin, mirrors him.

“...Hey,” Dante croaks, the gesturing hand that had fallen still now awkwardly waving. “We’re home!”

This is more than she expected. Eva’s throat constricts. Even her dreams of Sparda were not so vivid or so long.

“You’re late, boys,” she manages after a moment. “Dinner was hours ago.”

She is trying for levity, trying to play her part in this scene, trying to piece together something happy for when she wakes up, but her voice cracks halfway through the sentence and she finds herself choking on a sob.

Dante is halfway up the stairs in a moment, hand outstretched to her. Eva, too, is reaching out to her little boy and she cries out when she finally has her arms around him again.

She does not get even a heartbeat of joy before the world collapses into shadows and flames. Dante dissolves, her arms closing around thin air, and the staircase morphs into an endless corridor to hell. Her boys are nowhere to be seen, but she can hear them screaming.

Or maybe she just hears her own voice, screaming herself awake.

There are more dreams, afterwards; more recognisable for what they are. Her life runs before her eyes in reverse. Searching for the boys. Watching Sparda walk away for the last time. The face of every person she never saved. Then, at last, the denouement: Elijah, torn open. Her father and uncle staring sightless into an abyss. Her mother reduced to so many scattered chunks of meat.

Eventually, because Eva is someone who makes things happen, not someone things simply happen to, she makes the decision to go back. She has faced Red Grave; faced the ruined manor. It is time to face much older ghosts.

It is a private matter, and so Eva tells nobody of her intentions. She lets Morrison know she will be out of town on personal business, timeline uncertain; she will give him a call when she’s back. He is free, in the interim, to pass her usual work on to other sources.

For anyone else (because she still hopes, deep down, that her boys will one day come home), she leaves a note on her desk.

Out of town for a while.

Eva re-reads the brief scribble and wonders what else to add before realising there really is nothing more to add. No forwarding address or contact number, because she does not want anyone to find her. Anyone who wants her, can wait until she comes back.

She makes it ten minutes out from the city before she turns back to scribble an address at the bottom of her note.

Just in case.

----

Plane tickets are cheap these days, and she has a passport courtesy of Morrison, but Eva elects to drive. Call her old-fashioned, or even just plain curmudgeonly in her old age (ha), but Eva likes the hum of a good motor much better than the press of noisy crowds.

Besides, she’d need a car at the other end of the flight anyway, where she’s going. She can even call it a vacation if she finds a motel to spend each night in. If not -- she’s slept in a car before and it won’t kill her to do it again, especially when the rental is much more comfortable than any old banger she’s passed a night in before.

Highways turn to country lanes as she veers further and further off the beaten track. The temperature drops, too; winter in the shadow of the Appalachian mountains is nothing to sneeze at. Eva has forgotten a lot of things over the years (too many things), but she remembers that. Funny how events and people slide slowly but surely from her mind but sensory impressions remain: the icy, pinesap-tinged tang of morning air in winter; the crackle of a fire; the warm doughy smell and pillowy softness of homemade dinner rolls.

Become someone else, she’d told her younger son as their world burned around them. Change your name, change yourself, and hide. Not easy, no, nothing like easy -- but possible, for the right price. For the price of giving up who you were before.

Except no bargain is ever so neat and no transaction ever so complete.

[rmstudios605]

Title: Sin Devil Trigger Dante redesign

I decided to pick up drawing again, and what better way to do it than drawing my favorite creature design of videogames and adding my own flair to it.

[rikolikesuave]

someone *needs* to make a Devil May Cry 5 SE mod where Nero is the final boss of the Vergil playthrough. if i remember correctly Nero *was* meant to be the final boss when playing as Vergil, but the devs couldn't figure out how to make the fight "balanced" before the deadline.

[4th-make-quail]

This whole album is fuckin great but AHHHH fhis version of Devils Never Cry is SO SO GOOD

[sobreiromecanico]

Leituras da semana (#44 / 09 Dez 2024)

Estamos a chegar ao final de mais um ano, que é como quem diz: à época das filhoses, das rabanadas, das compras de última hora em centros comerciais apinhados, e, claro, das listas dos melhores livros/discos/filmes/etc do ano. Neste caso não vou sugerir a leitura de uma lista de fim de ano, mas da metodologia e dos critérios que Jo Walton seleccionou para determinar quais são, para si, os dez melhores livros de ficção científica deste quarto de século vinte e um. É uma abordagem muito interessante, aos livros e à elaboração da lista, que está repleta de excelentes sugestões de leitura para lá do top 10 final.

A PlayStation original fez por estes dias 30 anos, e na imprensa assinalou-se a efeméride: também por cá, como se pode ler no Público, mas opto antes por destacar esta peça do The Guardian, mais longa e com mais detalhe. É interessante para mim ler isto, até porque a PlayStation foi a minha primeira consola. Já tinha jogado computador brevemente lá na aldeia (ter um computador não era comum nos anos 90!), e já tinha dado uns toques em alguns jogos na Sega Saturn de um amigo (belas tardes de Tomb Raider), mas nunca cheguei a ter uma Saturn, e o computador, esse, só chegou quando fui para a universidade. Mas tive a Playstation, prenda de passagem do oitavo para o nono ano com excelentes notas: comprei-a numa loja de informática em Odemira, que hoje já não existe, e o primeiro jogo que escolhi foi um que já conhecia de uma breve experiência num ATL de informática: Duke Nukem 3D. Só já em casa percebi que para guardar os saves precisava de um cartão de memória, mas era fim-de-semana: tive de esperar pela segunda-feira para, numa outra loja de informática em Odemira (que ainda existe, ainda que seja mais papelaria do que loja de computadores), comprar o cartão de memória. Já podia gravar o meu progresso, primeiro no Duke Nukem 3D e depois noutros jogos que fui arranjando: Resident Evil 2, Dino Crisis, Wip3out, Worms Armageddon. E noutros que o Daniel, amigo desde esses tempos até hoje, me ia emprestando: Resident Evil 3: Nemesis, Tekken 3, Dead or Alive, e talvez mais um ou dois que agora me escapam. Vou sempre lamentar não ter jogado alguns títulos, como Final Fantasy VII ou Final Fantasy VIII, Silent Hill, Metal Gear Solid, ou Fear Effect. Depois seguiu-se a Playstation 2, comprada com o dinheiro que fiz em gorgetas a trabalhar no verão na Zambujeira do Mar, mas serviu mais como leitor de DVD do que como consola. Na verdade, só cheguei a comprar dois jogos: Resident Evil: Code Veronica X e Enter the Matrix (claro); outros jogos marcantes daquela época, como Dead or Alive 2, Devil May Cry ou Resident Evil 4, já joguei por empréstimo. Entretanto a consola estava na aldeia, eu estava em Lisboa, não tinha televisão, e o meu tempo livre para videojogos foi tomado durante anos pelo World of Warcraft. Saltei a Playstation 3, e só já perto do fim de ciclo viria a comprar a Playstation 4. Hoje jogo Playstation 5, e com gosto, ao fim de anos a jogar exclusivamente em PC.

Nunca me desfiz da minha Playstation original, claro: ainda a tenho lá em casa, numa gaveta no meu quarto, com alguns dos jogos da época (um ou dois transviaram-se quando os emprestei), e tenho saudades daquela simplicidade - da consola em si, dos jogos, da vida sem grandes preocupações. A ver se a volto a ligar num destes dias.

[clavisrpg]

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ARKNIGHTS

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BERSERK

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

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BORDERLANDS

BLACK CLOVER

Yuno Grinberryall

BLEACH

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BLUE LOCK

Chigiri Hyoma Isagi Yoichi

BUGOU STRAY DOGS

CASTLEVANIA

CHAINSAW MAN

Asa Mitaka / Yoru

CODE GEASS

COOKIERUN: KINGDOM

CRASH BANDICOOT

CULT OF THE LAMB

Lamb

CYBERPUNK 2077

DANDADAN

DATE A LIVE

DANGANRONPA

DC UNIVERSE

DEATH NOTE

DEVIL MAY CRY

DIGIMON

Daisuke Motomiya Miyako Inoue

DRAGON BALL

DRAMATICAL MURDER

ELDEN RING

Queen Márika

EVANGELION

FAIRY TAIL

FATE SERIES

Arjuna Karna (fem) Richard Lionheart Sakamoto Ryouma (Rider) Jack the Ripper (Berserker) Anastasia Ritsuka Fujimaru (fem) Edmond Dantes Kadoc Zemlupus

FINAL FANTASY

FIRE EMBLEM

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GENSHIN IMPACT

Arataki Itto Camille Hottettere (OC) Sangonomiya Kokomi

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HAIKYUU

HELLAVERSE

Emily

HETALIA

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Rias Gremory

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HONKAI: STAR RAIL

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HOLOLIVE

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Hot Pants Diego Brando

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Gojo Satoru Ryomen Sukuna

KININATTERU HITO GA OTOKO JA NAKATTA

Mitsuki Koga

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KURUSHITSUJI

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Viego Ezreal Kayn

LORD OF RINGS

MARVEL

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NORAGAMI

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ONE PIECE

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Yasuri Shichika

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RWBY

RE:ZERO

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Perseus Jackson

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SHINGEKI NO KYOIJIN

SHUUMATSU NO VALKYRIE

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG

Shadow

SOSO NO FRIEREN

Himmel

SPY X FAMILY

SUPER MARIO BROS

SWORD ART ONLINE

TOKYO GOHUL

TOUKEN RANBU

TSUKIHIME

Shiki Ryougi

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Malleus Draconia

POKEMÓN

CLASSROOM OF THE ELITE

Honami Ichinose  Kiyotaka Ayanokoji

VALORANT

Chamber Cypher

VANITAS NO CARTE

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VOCALOID

V-TUBERS

WUTHERING WAVES

Changli Jinshi

ZENLESS ZONE ZERO

Astra Yao

MANWHA

LOST IN THE CLOUD

OMNISCIENT READER VIEWPOINT

Yoo Joonghyuk

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¡Ya queda poco para disfrutar del nuevo Final Fantasy 16!

A pocas horas del lanzamiento este 22 de Junio, queremos repasar algunos pequeños detalles y novedades sobre la nueva entrega de la franquicia de Final Fantasy: Final Fantasy XVI.

Acerca del Mundo:

El mundo de Final Fantasy XVI recibe el nombre de Valisthea, y busca regresar a las raíces de Final Fantasy con una ambientación medieval. En este mundo, se utiliza la energía de los Cristales Madre, unos enormes cristales que ofrecen éter a cada una de las naciones.  

Es gracias a esto que las personas pueden hacer uso de la magia, la cual utilizan tanto para acciones cotidianas, como también para combate. Y es esto mismo lo que genera una gran tensión política entre las naciones que buscan ganar más poder y protegerse de la plaga que los acecha. 

Eikons y Dominantes:

En el corazón de este conflicto también podemos encontrar a los Dominantes, personas capaces de controlar el enorme poder destructivo de los seres mágicos conocidos como Eikon. Los cuales, en otras iteraciones, eran conocidos como las invocaciones que los personajes podían utilizar en combate. 

En los diferentes trailers del juego, podemos denotar los siguientes Eikons: Fénix, Titán, Shiva, Odín, Garuda, Bahamut, Ramuh, Ifrit y el misterioso Tifón. 

Con respecto a las naciones, estas son:

Gran ducado de Rosaria - nación del cual proviene nuestro protagonista, Clive.

Sacro Imperio de Sanbreque, 

Reino de Waloed 

República de Dhalmekia 

Reino de Hierro

Dominio Cristalino.

Clive Rosefield:

Es nuestro protagonista en esta historia, y es el primogénito del archiduque de Rosaria. Clive era el principal candidato para convertirse en el Dominante del Fénix, pero este poder se le fue otorgado a su hermano menor Joshua. 

Tras esto, Clive entrena duro para ser nombrado guarda mayor y protector del Fénix, por lo cual recibe la bendición de este Eikon, siendo capaz de utilizar una fracción de su poder.  

Su historia da un giro inesperado tras un encuentro con el Eikon Ifrit, contra el cual buscará venganza.

Seguiremos a nuestro héroe en diferentes etapas de su vida, como lo son: Adolescencia, sus 20s y 30s.

Algunas novedades del Juego

Final Fantasy XVI es el primer juego de la franquicia en ser calificado con “Contenido Maduro”, lo cual implica batallas más crudas, más realismo y contenido sexual (o implicado)

En cuanto a la jugabilidad, la persona encargada del sistema de batalla es nada menos que Ryota Suzuki, conocido por su trabajo en Devil May Cry 5, Dragon's Dogma o Marvel vs Capcom 2. Esto hace que la acción sea muy dinámica, desechando el icónico combate por turno y buscando una evolución en la industria.

Por primera vez en años, un juego de Final Fantasy no solo recibe una traducción al español, ¡sino también un doblaje! Podrás disfrutar de esta gran historia como si fuese una película o serie.

Por el momento, Final Fantasy XVI es un juego exclusivo para Play Station 5, y nos encontramos a la espera de noticias acerca de una versión para PC. 

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The announcement trailer for the Devil May Cry 5 Special Edition highlights Vergil's "that day, if our positions were switched" speech, which implies a fascinating alternate timeline where they went to the trouble of having DMC5 SE do the whole Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrow thing where Vergil's route has an actual story about if they had been switched, with Vergil as the protagonist and Dante as the rival.

Also, with the way DMC5's plot ended, I'm pretty sure Devil May Cry 5 is the last installment in which they would have actually been able to do this.