#dmc games

[paintsplash1712]

Where are the DMC games meant to be set?

I always got an European vibe from the architecture and the fact all the main characters have Italian names but the anime decided to go for New York so has Dante been American this whole time?!

[dantesbff]

To any new DMC fans.

Welcome!! I've been into DMC for a few years and would love to hear from you!

[ariseur]

v’s masterlist ꨄ︎

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v admiring you sleeping ꨄ︎

v x reader | blurb | fluff | gn!reader

dmc guys jealousy headcanons ꨄ︎

dmc guys x reader | headcanons | fluff/crack? | gn!reader

dmc with a vampire reader ꨄ︎

dmc x reader | headcanons | fluff (?) | gn!reader

v with a quiet bookworm reader ꨄ︎

vergil & v x reader | headcanons / blurb | fluff | gn!reader

dante & v with a teasing angel reader ꨄ︎

dante & v x reader | headcanons | fluff (?) | gn!reader

v with an assassin / mercenary reader ꨄ︎

v x reader | blurb | fluff (?) | gn!reader

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Things that captivate me about this post:

a. putting dante in brokeback mountain

b. that someone still thinks about dmc games in complete seriousness

c. this post's design looks like a conspiracy but is not

[eurikaplisetsky]

LET'S ROCK 🔥

[itsxarien]

my hero | dante x reader

(dante sparda x reader | can be set in DMC'S game universe or anime! inspired by re4.)

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

When Dante was hired to rescue the daughter of a powerful, fortune-telling family, he expected someone pristine. Proper. Maybe soft-spoken, mysterious, and grateful to be saved.

Not... this.

He had slayed demons—multiple demons, mind you, just to reach the creepy, crumbling church where you were kept. Solved a ridiculously hard puzzle, nearly got impaled by a swinging axe trap, and had to put up with the scent of brimstone and rotting pews the whole way.

And this is how you  greeted him?

With a candlestick. To the chest.

Dante staggered slightly, looking down at the now-bent bronze stick protruding from his jacket. His eyes flicked up to the girl standing in front of him, panting, your expression twisted in panic. Her eyes were wide. He could practically hear your heart racing.

“Not the hello I was expecting,” he muttered, yanking the candlestick out of his chest and tossing it aside with a clatter. The wound was already closing.

Honestly, you were kind of a sight, even if your first impression was... intense. He glanced between you and the photo your had given him. Same eyes. Same pouty lips.

Definitely her.

“Who... the hell are you?!” you snapped, stumbling back and dropping to the floor, scurrying away like a terrified cat.

He placed a hand on his hip, unimpressed.

“I’m Dante. I’m here to save you.”

“No, you’re not! You’re-you're one of those things! You’re here to finish the job!”

Dante sighed. “Your father hired me to save you, princess. You can chill.”

But you weren’t having it. You grabbed a piece of broken wood like a sword and aimed it at him, still shaking.

“That’s it.”

Before you could react, he darted forward with lightning speed, hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, and threw you over his shoulder.

“Put me down! I swear to God - let go of me! This is kidnapping! You animal!”

“Yeah, yeah. Screaming won’t help your case.”

You flailed and kicked and pounded your fists against his back.

“I’m going to curse you! I’m going to curse your entire bloodline!”

“Aw, that’s cute,” he said with a smirk. “You think I haven’t already been cursed.”

And with that, Dante walked out of the church, the echo of your outraged shrieking following behind him as he carried you straight into your unwanted rescue.

He already knew this mission was going to be a pain.

But hell if it wasn’t going to be entertaining.

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

Okay... maybe you weren’tthat bad.

After he explained the situation to you—albeit while covering your mouth mid-scream—you started to calm down. A little. And after he saved you from, oh, multiple demon attacks, you finally stopped stabbing him with random objects.

Now, you followed his lead like a wary cat, tiptoeing behind him through the ruins of a quiet village. At first glance, it looked abandoned. Peaceful. But you knew better. Dante had warned you, some of the villagers weren’t villagers at all.

Demons. Disguised. Watching.

You stuck close, barely breathing.

Suddenly, Dante stopped and motioned toward a metal trash can.

You blinked. Confused. “What?”

He kept his voice low. “Hide.”

You looked from him… to the trash can… then back again.

“Seriously?” you hissed.

He turned to face you, clearly baffled. “Yes. Seriously. No choice, princess.”

You groaned and dragged your feet toward the bin like it was your destiny.

“This is so disgusting,” you muttered under your breath. “Ew. Ew. Ew.”

Dante smirked as he heard the faint, pitiful complaints from within. Then, without missing a beat, he drew Ebony and Ivory from his holsters.

“It’s showtime, baby.”

Gunfire erupted just as you hunkered down. Inside the trash can, you flinched at every bang, every crack, every roaring screech from the demon horde. Then you heard it:

“WOOHOO!”

You couldn’t help it,you laughed. A wacky wohoo pizza man saving your life? Not exactly what your cards had predicted. But fate clearly had a wild sense of humor.

The noise outside started to fade. Silence crept back in. Your heartbeat rose.

What if it wasn’t Dante who opened the lid next?

But a moment later, the top popped open and there he was—grinning like a devil who just cleaned house.

“You good there, princess?” he teased, but there was something softer in his tone now. A flicker of concern.

You sighed, brushing your hair from your face.

“Not the best, but it can do.”

He chuckled and offered a hand, easily lifting you out and carrying you from the filth like a damn knight in blood-stained leather.

“You don’t have to worry,” he said over his shoulder. “We’re near the castle. We’re almost out. I’ll have you back to your pops in no time.”

You looked up at him, something warm blooming in your chest. You clasped your hands together.

“Dante?”

He glanced back. “Hmm?”

“Thank you. For saving my life.”

He paused. Just for a moment.

“No need,” he said casually, turning away again. “It’s my job. Come on now—time’s valuable.”

And off you went.

You, the trash-can princess.

And him, the demon-slaying, woohoo-yelling knight.

Yeah… maybe you guys were a nice team.

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

You were cursed, a demon’s blood was injected inside you while you were unconscious.

One moment, you were walking beside Dante through the castle’s silent halls, chatting about exit plans and the next, your feet froze.

Your body stilled.

“Hey,” Dante called casually from ahead. “You good there, Princess?”

He turned, eyebrow raised. But when he took a step toward you, your hand shot up, swift and deadly. Before either of you could react, your fingers wrapped tightly around his throat.

The grip was monstrous. Not yours. Not truly.

“The girl… is mine,” a voice growled through your lips. Hollow. Unrecognizable. You watched in horror, unable to scream, to cry, to stop.

Dante choked beneath your hold, eyes never leaving yours even as he struggled. He could’ve fought back. He should’ve. But he didn’t. He was afraid of hurting you.

Then just as suddenly, the grip loosened. Your knees buckled and you collapsed, only to be caught by warm, steady arms.

“W-What… happened?” you gasped, blinking rapidly.

Dante smiled at you gently. “Nothin’ much, princess. It’s good to have you back.”

Now, the two of you were in the underground levels, taking a breather in one of the rare safe zones. A “save point” you called it, after one of the video games you played. A friendly mercenary from above had set up a dummy shooting range and Dante took to it like a kid at an arcade, blasting each target with confident ease.

And your cheers? They only made him better.

“Woo! Ten in a row!” “Nice shot, cowboy!” “Is this your secret stress relief?”

Your laughter echoed off the stone walls and Dante couldn’t stop the smirk tugging at his lips. He never thought babysitting a rich girl would be this… fun.

He wasn’t gonna lie, it felt nice, having you around.

But behind your claps and witty quips… something was stirring.

As he reloaded for another round, he noticed the silence. No clapping. No teasing remarks.

He turned, and there you were, staring at your hands. Your expression was distant. Haunted. The veins beneath your skin looked darker. Angrier. Your smile was gone.

“Hey,” Dante called softly, walking toward you. “You good, princess?”

You looked up at him, guilt swimming in your eyes.

“I hurt you,” you whispered.

“You had no control over that.”

“But still!” you snapped, frustration breaking through. “What if I do lose control? What then?”

You looked around the area, eyes glassy. Tears were beginning to pool, and you hated it.

“I’m sorry, Dante…” Your voice cracked. “I’m just… so scared.”

His eyes softened instantly.

“When that happened… I was there. Inside my body. Screaming, but no one could hear me. It was like… like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from!”

You stumbled forward, leaning into his chest. He didn’t hesitate—his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly, protectively.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Just the sound of your quiet sobs, and the steady beat of his heart.

Then he smiled into your hair and whispered:

“You’re the strongest girl I’ve known, (Y/N). What you did back in the castle while I was trapped and unable to reach you? You handled yourself like a damn pro. You’re gonna beat this. I know you will.”

He gently pulled back to look at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I’m gonna bring you home safe.”

Your eyes met his.

For once, the fear inside you faded just a little, replaced by something warm. Trust. Hope. Maybe even something more.

“Now come on, don’t you wanna try this shooting game?”

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

It had taken over.

Veronica. It was the name of the demon that had fully consumed your body, turning you into a twisted mirror of yourself. Black veins streaked across your face, eyes glowing an unnatural red, your voice dripping with venom as she mocked Dante with every word.

But the hardest part wasn’t the speed of her attacks. It wasn’t the razor-sharp accuracy or the maddening, taunting laugh echoing in the chamber.

It was you.

You,whose body Veronica now wore like a trophy, was why Dante hesitated. Each bullet, each strike, each blow brought him closer to ending the fight… and possibly hurting the one person he didn’t want to lose.

You, who had laughed with him in the darkest of places. You, who was the clear representation of why he saves humans. You, who made even a devil feel a little more human.

Then came the moment.

Veronica, grinning wickedly, spotted the flicker of hesitation.

“Jackpot,” she hissed. “So this is the weakness of Sparda’s son…”

She lunged for him—fangs bared, blade raised—but she stopped.

She froze.

From inside the shell, you fought. Screaming in silence. Pushing against the darkness. Your hands trembled mid-strike, and your knees gave out. Her control faltered.

“No… no!!” Veronica howled in rage.

As Dante effortlessly slices through the demons, his eyes never leave you. He could feel it, too, the pull, the connection, even though you were trapped inside that monster. But now, he had you back. You were fighting for control, resisting the demon’s urges to hurt him, and damn, if that didn’t make him proud.

The demon smirked, but it faltered when it realized you weren’t backing down. Dante grinned, his confidence returning like a wave crashing over him. "That’s my girl," he muttered under his breath. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he entered his Devil Trigger, the power surging through him.

The demon howled in defiance. “NO! I am the queen of everything! I WILL NOT FALL!”

Dante shot a look full of cocky confidence. "Yeah? Well, guess what? You’re about to get dethroned."

With one final slash, the demon’s body was sliced in half. You fell, but before you could hit the ground, Dante was already there, catching you in his arms. You blinked, your vision blurry, then you smiled up at him, warmth flooding your chest.

“D-Dante…?”

He smiled. “Gotcha.”

You blinked at him, dazed, but safe. Then you grinned weakly. “My hero.”

“Good to have you back, princess. I missed you.”

You looked up at him with a teasing smile. “Yeah?”

Before he could answer, static crackled through his comm. Lady’s voice cut in.

“You’ve got exactly five minutes before this place goes boom. Underground tunnel. Vehicle’s waiting. Move your asses.”

Dante rolled his eyes. “Buzzkill.”

He looked down at you again, cocky grin back in place.

“Well, what do you say, princess? Care for one last ride?”

You smirked, brushing hair from your face. “I’d be honored.”

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

The jet ski roared across the water, moonlight shimmering off the waves. You screamed in exhilaration, clinging to Dante’s back as the wind whipped through your hair.

Finally, he slowed, stopping right in the middle of the vast, open sea. The stars above were glittering. Everything was still.

Dante leaned back slightly, looking over his shoulder.

“Not bad, huh?” he said with that familiar cocky lilt.

You chuckled breathlessly, cheeks flushed.

“What a crazy first date.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You consider this a date?”

You hummed. “Mm… yeah. I mean, you picked me up, saved my life, took me for a ride—kinda romantic.”

Dante chuckled, low and smooth. “Damn. Guess I’ve still got it.”

Then you leaned forward, close to his ear.

“You’ve been putting in work all day, Dante. How about some overtime? I’m sure you’ll enjoy this shift a lot more.”

He tilted his head slightly, that cocky smirk growing.

“I don’t think that’s in the company handbook... but to hell with it.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he twisted the throttle, sending the jet ski speeding ahead. “Hang on tight, princess.”

The engine roared, and the two of you shot forward, the water crashing around you as your arm found its way on his waist. Dante’s grin widened, his satisfaction palpable, especially when he glanced at you, a loving look in his eyes.

So this is what his father felt when he fell in love with his mother, Eva.

And Dante knew it all too well..

He hit the jackpot with you.

[raindear-a]

I saw the bear pic and couldn't help myself--

[vngful]

christ. THE DIFFERENCES ARE DRASTIC. I love you Lady. I’m so sorry they weaponized you for their sh*tty military au.

[soybean-official]

To me it's like this

[pfpanimes]

⌕ devil may cry • dante.

♡ like or reblog if you save/use.

[dantesbff]

Soooo I finally watched the new DMC series, and it's exactly what I thought it was gonna be.

I will say I did like the animation/voice acting and some of the action scenes, some parts really did make me laugh. (Mostly of Dante)

I thought Dantes DT could've been used more and I wished that he had more of his weapons to use.

I didn't like lady's design nor really liked this version of her, I think they tried to make her more like DMC 3 Lady but it wasn't executed right unfortunately. (Ik a lot of ppl are comparing the two versions but still)

I didn't like the whole trying to make demons sympathetic and sparda is a bad guy plot.

Edit: just realized that Trish never showed up either or was even mentioned? If there's a second season I hope they add her.

but whatever. Overall, I don't care for it.

This is my opinion, by all means, you're allowed to like/love the show! I was personally not happy with how it came out. I'll probably recommend it as it's own separate thing and not as a way to get into the series.

[crowatyourwindow]

Okay but why does one of my family members have a pink kid-sized Vergil chair at their house

(drawing of Vergil for size reference on just how small this thing is and also because the idea of him sitting in a pink chair meant for a five-year-old is funny to me)

[starlightanya0wsblog]

~Having an argument with Dante~

(Warning: slighty suggestive at the end!)

"You take that back!"

As usual, in the office could be only heard the banters of Y/N and Dante; just like any other day.

He chuckled, sitted there in his chair, feigning innocence.

"Hey now, I'm just being honest! Do you have any idea how annoying your rants are? It's like a non-stop flood of whining."

"If I'm so annoying then I won't come to bother you anymore!"

He laughs, shaking his head.

"C'mon now, don't be like that. I was just teasing you, you know that."

He sighed.

"You're so damn sensitive sometimes-"

"I'M NOT! YOU'RE SO- UGHH! I CAN'T STAND YOU WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS!"

She slammed the door angrily and got out of the room, her heavy footsteps could be still heard outside as she headed out.

Dante rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself.

"Great, now she's gone and got her panties in a twist. Can never win an argument with a woman."

*****

He was still sitting at his desk, bored out of his mind. After a while, he sighs, leaning back in his chair.

"Damnit... I miss that crazy woman..."

Suddenly, Dante hears a knock on his door, his smirk that before was gone immediately came back with confidence; fixing his hair and clothes and taking a deep breath, heading to the door.

"I know that's her. It has to be; after all, she can't resist me, can't she?"

He opened the door, leaning against the frame and looking at her with a smug smile.

"Well, look who it is. You finally come crawling back to your favourite guy, huh?"

There was standing Lady in front of him, with a confused expression.

"...Uh?"

Dante's smirk faded, a look of surprise spreading across his face as he takes in the fact that it was Lady.

"Lady...?"

He hadn't been expecting her, and a pang of disappointment hit him as he realized it wasn't Y/N.

"Yeah...? Were you expecting someone else?"

He quickly recovered his composure, shaking his head, smirking again.

"What? No. Yeah. I mean... nope. No one else."

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"So, what brings you here, Lady?"

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"...The job...?"

"Ah, of course. The job. Right. So, what is it? Demons causing trouble again?"

"Yeah... a client called remember? Trish is already waiting for us..."

She can sense something's wrong with Dante, he seemed weirder than usual.

He nods, a smirk playing on his lips as he grabs his coat.

"Yeah, yeah. Can't keep a pretty lady waiting, am I right?"

****

He stands in the center of the battlefield, breathing heavily. His jacket and hair are disheveled, his face smeared with blood. But despite his weary state, there's a gleam in his eyes as he surveys the aftermath.

"Well, that's that taken care of. Good work, Lady."

"Yeah yeah...You know... it's all day that you seem...weird."

Dante furrows his eyebrows, taken back by her observation.

"What do you mean 'weird'? I don't seem weird. I'm just tired from the fight. That's all."

"Well I mean you're always weird it's just a static fact but... you seem a little bit... off."

Dante shrugs, feigning nonchalance.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine."

He begins walking away, hoping she'll drop the subject.

"...Now that I think about it; before you seemed surprised to see me... like you actually were expecting someone else."

He froze for a moment, cursing silently under his breath, before continuing to walk.

"Don't be ridiculous. I wasn't expecting anyone else. You must have misunderstood Lady."

"Well, one thing that I know for sure is that you're always joking around and act stupid; but I understand when you'll acting stupid just to not think about something else."

Dante stopped, sighing in defeat. Damn it, she knew him too well.

"All right, all right. You want the truth? Yes, there was someone I was hoping to see."

"Let me guess... you had a fight with Y/N; didn't you?"

He nodded, his shoulders sagging.

"Yeah, we... had a little argument. But it wasn't my fault, believe me. She just can't handle being teased, that's all."

"Well... I saw her getting out of the office and she didn't seem very... pleased. So; is it because of how you put it: "she just can't handle being teased" or because she didn't felt heard?"

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

"I just teased her a bit, okay? I thought she'd find it funny but instead she got all pissy. She's too sensitive, that's her problem."

"Well; that perhaps may be true; though, don't you think you should... how to put it...?"

He frowned, looking at her with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"You're starting to sound like a therapist now, you know that? Just say what you want to say."

"...Be less a jerk"

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Oh, come on. I'm not that big of a jerk. I was just messing around, having some fun. I didn't think she'd take it so seriously."

"You clearly don't know how to deal with women Dante; even though you're circondated by them."

He huffs in annoyance, leaning against a wall.

"Yeah, well, it's not my fault women are so damn complicated, alright? I don't get why they can't just take a joke."

"Well; I just said what I thought, the rest is your choice."

Dante grumbles under his breath, knowing she had a point but too stubborn to admit it.

"Fine, you're right. Maybe I was a bit of a jerk. But that doesn't change the fact that she's too damn sensitive."

"But you miss her, don't you?"

He looks away, his cheeks getting a little red.

"...Yeah, I do. I mean...we may fight and bicker, but that's just how we are. When she's not around, the office feels...empty."

Lady smiles, giving him a punch of encouragement.

"Then you know what to do already."

He rubs his shoulder, wincing at the punch but appreciating the gesture.

"Yeah, I do."

He gives her a playful salute, before heading to Y/N's house.

*****

He arrived at her house; with a pizza box in his hand.

"Here goes nothing..."

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Comin'!"

He waited anxiously, shifting from foot to foot. He was hoping she would at least hear him out. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Y/N.

Her smiled dropped seeing him, looking at him a little curious and a bit angry.

"Look who came all over the way here..."

"Yeah, it's me. Can I come in for a moment? I... need to talk to you."

She seemed to think about it for a moment, she sighs and makes him sign to enter.

The moment he steps inside, he feels a mix of gratefulness and nervousness as she lets him in. He closes the door behind him, holding up the pizza box.

"Hey, uh... I brought pizza. As a peace offering."

"..."

He fidgets awkwardly under her gaze, feeling the weight of her silence. He sets the pizza down on the nearest table, clearing his throat.

"Look... can we talk? Please? I need to get something off my chest."

She crosses her arms, looking at him and raising an eyebrow.

"Oh now you want to talk? I thought you finded me annoying."

"No, no, I don't find you annoying. I was just... messing around. But I took it too far and I hurt you. And for that, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a jerk, I'm sorry for calling you sensitive, I'm just... sorry, ok?"

She stays silent, listening to him with a certain focus.

"Look, the truth is... I miss you, alright? I miss our arguments, I miss your annoying little lectures, I miss having you around. You make the office bearable, dammit."

She smiled a little, and even if she was looking down, Dante still noticed it.

"So you miss me uh?"

He returns the smile, feeling relieved that she's starting to soften up.

"Yeah, I do. More than I care to admit."

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling a bit embarrassed.

She was still with her arms crossed, looking up at him. She smiled with a look full of affection.

"I forgive you; I can't stay mad for too long at you if you look at me like a sad puppy... after all, you even brought me pizza."

He laughs, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders.

"Ha, yeah, I guess I do have a knack for giving puppy-dog eyes."

He sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside him.

"C'mon, come here."

She couldn't contain her own excitement and hugged him tightly.

Dante is taken by surprise by the sudden hug, but he quickly embraces her back, a feeling of comfort and relief washing over him, taking in her wonderful perfume, oh god how missed that.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, doll."

He laughs, holding her close and ruffling her hair affectionately.

"There's still something you need to do to be completely forgiven though."

"Oh, really now? And what's that sweetheart?"

"You haven't gave me a kiss yet"

He lets out a low whistle, pretending to be shocked.

"Oho, so that's how it is, huh? You're going to make me work for it, are you?"

He grins, pulling her closer, so their faces are only inches apart.

He gazes into her eyes for a moment, then cups her face in his hands, leaning forward slowly.

"You're such a demanding little devil, aren't you love?"

He whispers, his breath ghosting over her lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss.

She smiled in the kiss; if only he knew how much she also missed him...

His hands gets down to grab her ass, whispering to her ear.

"What about make-up sex love?"

He smirked while she was blushing heavily, sighing a little bit, but she would be lying if she would say that she didn't want it...♡

One thing's for sure; the pizza's was surely going to get cold.

[doodleferp]

PSA!!!

As I sit down to watch Netflix’s Devil May Cry, I have something to say. Do NOT go into the show expecting it to be a shot-for-shot remake of DMC 3. This is an ADAPTATION and it will take liberties where it wants.

I’ve seen it happen with Trigun Stampede, Invincible, The Walking Dead, The Last of Us, and Castlevania Nocturne. Trigun especially. Stampede is a visual and storytelling masterpiece that is constantly demonized for not being an exact replica of Trigun 1998, which is the stupidest reason in the world to dislike it.

Just go into this with an open mind. A blank slate if you will. Enjoy the ride if you can and THEN go back and critique. Chances are you’ll have more fun just absorbing what’s going on and not comparing it to the games.

[macskavarazs]

the first time i saw this broody bitch with those damn heaphones was a formative experience

[noorionoodles]

The uh...

The DMC 5 brainrot is real.