#into the spardaverse

[lxstfuleclipse]

INTO THE SPARDAVERSE IS AMAZING OMFG-

I wanna thank the part of DMC fandom that makes amazing, tooth-rotting fics with Baby Nero, I wanna thank the Eva/Sparda shippers who somehow manages to shape their unknown personalities flawlessly, I wanna thank the AU writers where Nero is Dante's son, I wanna thank the Dadgil ficwriters, I wanna thank the whole "Into the Spardaverse" series where the family all lives and makes shenanigans together as a true family should do without involving inc*st in the middle, I wanna thank the angst lovers and the last but the not the least, I wanna thank the fluffy lovers. You guys are warriors. Y'all deserves a Oscar.

[polarisbibliotheque]

Little Updates! + Music-Fics-Requests

Hello my dear angels, devils, humans and in-between creatures of the day and the night, I hope you are all doing wonderfully :)

So. I'm still behind on my writing/posting schedule because, to put it very mildly, I've been going through a breakdown hahahaha last month, it was my birthday which I don't quite enjoy, and a few days later my dad suffered an accident - and that, my dear cryptids, triggered chaos and crisis in my life HAHAHAHA

I used to be a skeptic of the earth-shattering powers of Saturn's Return when you reach your 30s, but lo and behold, it didn't take Saturn even a WEEK to make itself known

My dad is fine health-wise, but it was quite traumatic for me and I'm still trying to figure things out regarding the repercussions of everything that happened. So, things have slowed down a LOT when it comes to EVERYTHING in my life while I'm trying to put it all back into place.

I'm tip-toeing around the details 'cause I really don't want to openly talk about it, like I said, still going through the motions

I DO WANT TO WRITE THOUGH, I MISS IT.

I've said it before, writing is my therapy. I'm finishing last year's Vergil Halloween special, and I will be posting soon, I hope.

But I've been wanting to do the music writing thing again! SO!

For now, I'm gonna take my last year's Spotify Wrapped playlist as I've done before, but I want to add some songs didn't make the cut last year Ghost I'm staring at you, so I'll just make a playlist for writing here, with a bunch of songs I think would be nice/fun/interesting for the Spardaverse HAHAHA

SO! HOW ARE WE GONNA DO IT?

Just send me an ask, with a number and a character - just remember, I write Dante and Vergil with y/n s/o and Nero with Kyrie.

For now, I'll be doing just the three of them, but if you are an unhinged little fella and suggest something with another character that ends up having an interesting song attached to it, I might write it as well, ask at your own risk *side eyes*

Let the memes come

That's it. I just wanna go back to having a little fun with writing again and once I'm stuck again in survival mode after all that happened in the last couple of weeks, this little music game might help ^^

And it might be fun for you too! Oh, do put something like "hey, it's for the music-fic ask" so I know what's about as well! I might get lost on my asks forgive me

Hope to write a lot more so I can get back onto my bigger projects soon, like Nemesis and Survivor's Blood! I won't give up on them, I just need some ~time~

Hope to see you guys on my asks!!

[envirogirlnj]

Into the Spardaverse Day 3: Kaiju AU

Long ago, monsters known as Kaiju roamed the planet. However, they eventually went extinct. Today, they have been reawakened.

-So in this AU Dante, Vergil, and Nero are all kaiju monsters. Their kaiju forms are basically giant versions of their Devil Trigger Forms. Dante and Vergil are around the size of Godzilla in King of the Monsters and Nero is about as tall as Kong from Kong: Skull Island.

-Dante is pretty good around humans. More often than not he just lazes around. If he causes any damage it's usually due to him tossing and turning in my sleep. And yes, Dante still likes pizza. The backstory: Dante had somehow managed to sneak up behind a random scientist guy. The researcher got so scared he threw a slice of pizza (that he had been eating) into Dante’s mouth. And thus, that is how kaiju!Dante developed his love of pizza

-Like Kaiju!Dante is basically a giant pigeon/seagull. If you feed him pizza he’ll just follow you around everywhere. Most research teams have to create rules to not feed him pizza (unless they need to lure Dante to a specific spot; the pizza bills for this team are through the roof)

-Vergil, on the other hand, is a different story. He is a more solitary kaiju, and is very difficult to locate. Though this is probably for the best, as he is often prone to attacking human vessels/towns.

-Fights between Dante and Vergil are known to cause massive natural disasters/collateral damage in the surrounding areas.

-Nero doesn’t get discovered until many years later. In this scenario, Credo and Kyrie have joined a kaiju research team meant to investigate an ancient kaiju nest.

-At some point, Kyrie inadvertently gets separated from the group. To make matters worse, she falls down a hole into a large cave. Fortunately, Kyrie only gets a few bruises.

-Though as Kyrie quickly learns, she isn’t alone. Right in front of her is a massive, blue and red kaiju with bright yellow eyes.

-However, the kaiju doesn’t appear violent. Rather, it looks lonely and somewhat scared. Hesitantly, Kyrie approaches the kaiju and places a hand on its face. Kyrie names the kaiju “Nero”

-So while in the cave, Kyrie and kaiju!Nero form a tight bond (kinda like the Forbidden Friendship scene in How To Train Your Dragon). Eventually, the two make their way out of the cave.

-Also when Kyrie returns to the main camp with Nero she and Credo have a conversation like this:

Credo: “Uh...what you got there.”

Kyrie is holding a canteen while kaiju!Nero is standing right behind her.

Kyrie: “A canteen.”

[tonigiacopelliart]

B R U H H

OK so the idea for this one legitimately came to me in a dream. I am not kidding... It woke me up in a cold sweat.

It's been sitting as a WIP for months now, since I was way too afraid to finish it off. But I realised that this whole Spardaverse week was THE motivation boost I needed to get my butt into gear.

So please, enjoy this sacrilegious monstrosity,,, I slaved over this masterpiece 😂

[buns-with-a-book]

Into The Spardaverse 3 - Masquerade

It’s Day 3 of Into The Spardaverse and the theme is Fate! This one is a stretch to say the least but it’s canon divergence and hopefully that’s close enough. Credit to FuryEclipse for the idea.

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Credo Ship: DanCre Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @harlot-of-oblivion @queenmuzz @astral-space-dragon @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate

Summary: Fortuna is holding a masquerade ball to celebrate the newest Supreme General of Fortuna, Credo Elesion. Despite all appearances, Credo is struggling with doubts about the Order he once respected, the future he now has to face, and his role in it all.

Of course, a way too handsome man in an outlandish red coat has to complicate things.

Credo Elesion scanned the room, a white feathered mask on his face. The high and mighty of Fortuna and the Order of the Sword filled the room, all dressed to the nines and masked up. That was what a masquerade ball was about, after all. This little evening soiree was for his newest promotion as Supreme General. He stood still, scanning the crowd. Nobody had asked him to dance, enamored with their own partners, but he was fine with that. He never thought of himself as a dancer. Even if he was good, his mind was on other things.

That being, his own inner turmoil.

When he was looking into the papers of his father, Enrico, he balked to find out that the death of his father and mother was orchestrated by the Order. He barely had time to process the revelation before he was thrust into the preparations for the masquerade ball. Now here, with nobody reaching out to him for a dance (not that he was against it), he had too much time to ruminate on his knowledge. If they were so willing to let his parents die, then they could easily target Kyrie and Nero, his sibling and ward. He dreaded the thought of them getting hurt but he had nowhere to take them. He could only hope the two could find a better fate than being tied up in the machinations of the decaying Order of the Sword.

A sudden yelp of surprise caught his attention. A stranger, dressed in the gaudiest red outfit he had ever seen, accidentally bumped into a woman. She glared at him past her lilac mask, the man shrugging from the accident. He looked up, light blue eyes behind a practically demonic mask meeting his. The man smirked as he approached Credo, causing the supreme general to stiffen. He was no local, that Credo knew for certain.

“May I help you?”

“With a dance.” The stranger’s voice was rough around the edge, a kind of roughness that he...liked. Credo gave him a look, eyebrow raised (not that the man would be able to see it).  

“A dance?”

“I mean, this is a ball. What’s the point of it if the man of the hour isn’t dancing?” He could feel heat warm his cheeks. The Order typically frowned upon homosexuality but this was a masquerade, where societal rules could be freely broken without consequence. Perhaps...

“...very well.” He said hesitantly, taking the man’s hand. The man grin reached his eyes as he pulled Credo down to the dance floor. Resting his hand on Credo’s side, he pulled Credo into a waltz. Credo half-expected his toes to be crushed but, to his relief, the stranger was skilled enough to not step on him. He glanced up and down the stranger’s outfit, a vibrant red coat, three belts across his chest with golden buckles, scarlet chaps, and a rather interesting American hat atop silver hair. Credo leaned forward, barely catching the hint of lemon and pepperwood around the stranger. “Why me?” He whispered, suspicious of the stranger’s true intentions.

“Why not?” The stranger asked with a coy smile. “You’re a pretty face-”

“We’re masked, stranger.” Credo hissed. The stranger shrugged.

“I mean, I know you, Supreme General.” His smile turned knowing, more knowing than he liked. The stranger leaned forward. “I know a lot about you, Credo.” He whispered into his ear. Credo shuddered. “You, the Order, what it doesn’t want the people to know-”

“What do you know.” He hissed. The stranger pulled him close, chest to chest.

“The Order sent a hit out on your parents. They deliberately let them die to leave you dependent on them. If they did it once before, I’d bet they’d do it again to your sister. And I know you know they’d do it.” He whispered. Credo’s lips pressed into a thin line. How did this stranger KNOW all this!?

“Who told you.”

“I don’t kiss and tell.” The stranger winked at him.

“You’re like an incubus-”

“And you, an angel.” The stranger interrupted him smoothly, as if preferring his way of completing Credo’s sentence. Credo scowled at him.

“That is confidential Order information you hav-”

“I know a lot about the Order, angelface. They’re as rotten as eight-day old pizza. But you? I just want to take you away from here, you and your sister.”

“And my ward.” Credo added. The stranger blinked in brief surprise before that easy-going smile returned to his face.

“Sure. Does that mean you’re coming with me?”

“No.”

“Aw.” He pouted. “But you’re cute-” He stopped, finding that they were both surrounded by guards of the Order. He pulled back, a cocky grin on his face. “Damn, I guess the party’s over.” Credo stepped back, reaching over to his Durandal-

The lights suddenly went out. Credo gasped as he felt someone pull him close, his hand pressed against the hand that was going for his Durandal. He felt lips press against his. A part of him wanted to pull away, to snap and snarl, but a rapidly growing part of him told him to enjoy the kiss while he could, like he should, to just let it happen. The man’s other hand slid down his body, resting on his ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Credo let out a muffled yelp from the squeeze.

“You look good in red, Credo Elesion.” The man murmured against his lips. Credo felt something push into his hand and instinctively grabbed it. When the lights turned back on, the man was gone, leaving only confused guards and guests in his wake. The guards looked down and realized their Caliburns were gone, along with what held their pants up-

And they promptly fell down.

Credo immediately looked away, noticing that the guards faces were all written on. Whatever that stranger did, he certainly did it fast. He realized that the stranger’s mask was in his hand. He looked down, seeing handwriting inside it.

Call me angel~ xoxo

Underneath the message was a phone number. He promptly placed the mask inside his coat jacket. He would have to call later. Perhaps this stranger had the key to avoiding the fate laid out before him...

‘You infernal incubus.’ He thought with a faint smile on his lips.

[ruiojousama]

Touch Him and I Will Cut You Down

Spardaverse Day 4: Bonds

[misstalwyn]

The Escape, chapter 3

Our valiant prince just keeps collecting new problems for himself, at the cost of his temper and patience. 

Preview:

As bustling as his social life has become, Nero quickly learns that nectar doesn't loosen all tongues equally.

At first, he simply couldn't find the time to drink it himself. It didn't provide any godlier strength to his escapes, so he figured sharing would befit his station as prince, perhaps. Was this that "diplomacy" crap his father sometimes lamented? Was he not doing his part by keeping the Shades and Chthonic citizens of the Underwood appeased while he ransacked the realms?

Vergil's response is little more than a glare and stiff grunt.

Nico won't take nectar as payment or even friendly offering—her only valid tender is gems, swears, or pipes. Dante can't get enough of the stuff, of course, but Nero knew better than to overindulge his indulgent uncle, especially in light of their recent "spars." Even Agni and Rudra have a taste for it, though they charge him in kind for a few good fights in between his escape attempts. Credo doesn't outright discourage him, so he doesn't stop. But that's exactly where his attention gets caught.

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[puffins-studio]

Spider Gwen 🕷

I been Practicing my embroidery with a little art event am in, this day was to do a contour/line art no coloring, or shading just lines.

And I tried to do it with embroidery. I think this is actually the first time I did embroidery with just lines, everything else I did shapes or I mix in my felt

[raveneaine]

DMC Sparda’s Shenanigans # 10

I heard its apparently spardaverse week!

Dante you better stop laughing before both Vergils stab you again ><

[nukisims]

Gawd Damn Dante.  And Vergil is here as well.

[cutetokuness]

I really wanna rewatch Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse right now. That film is beautiful.

[cinnamonpyroll]

[Reupload]

“That day, if our positions were switched… Would our fates be different? Would I have your life, and you mine?”

A little Switched AU piece for Spardaverse week over on Twitter! What if they really did swap lives depending on who Eva found first? 🤔

[mackachow]

I LOVE Spider Gwen! Just rewatched into the spider verse and had to draw something. Started as a warm up lol

[envirogirlnj]

Into the Spardaverse Day 4: Parent Trap AU

Two eight year old boys arrive at a summer camp.

Dante is a wild, adventurous boy who constantly gets into mischief.

Vergil is a quiet, studious bookworm who acts very mature for his age.

The two could not be any more different.

And yet they are so similar. Both have distinct white hair and blue eyes. Both have the same amulet. Both have grown up with a single parent and have never met their other parent. But it’s surely a coincidence, right?

-So this pretty much follows the plot of the plot of the Parent Trap movie (the Lindsey Lohan version, as I have not seen the 60s version).

-In this AU, Vergil grew up with Eva and Dante grew up with Sparda.

-When the twins are 8 years old, they get dropped off at a camp for the summer.

-When Dante and Vergil meet, they hit it off (literally; every interaction usually ends with them hitting each other with wooden swords or fists).

-After one too many incidents the two are sent to the isolation cabin.

-And just like in the movie, after sharing a series of coincidences, they find out they are brothers.

-So begins a montage of the twins training to be like each other. Examples include:

-Dante teaching Vergil how to smile

-Trying to get the other to change their hairstyle to fit the other

-Vergil trying to get Dante to memorize William Blake quotes.

-Eventually the summer ends and Dante leaves with Eva and Vergil leaves with Sparda.

-Also Mundus is in this in his human from DMC: Devil May Cry (he basically has Merideth’s role from the 1998 movie in being the antagonistic boyfriend that wants to marry Eva; and of course, the twins make it their plan to stop this from happening).

[fall0utboi12]

[buns-with-a-book]

Into the Spardaverse 6 - Nero's First Christmas

Time for Into the Spardaverse 6, with the theme of Home! Set in The Gilded Blue Rose and taking inspiration from queenmuzz's fic Gift From The Heart (because I'm a sucker for dadgil)

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Nero, The Sparda Family, Griffon, Shadow, Original Female Character Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @harlot-of-oblivion @queenmuzz @astral-space-dragon @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate

Summary: It’s Nero’s first Christmas with his whole family, eighteen years in the making.

“Hey! Hey! Kiddo! Wake up!” Nero groaned at Griffon’s screeching. It was way too early to wake up.

“Shut uupp…” He tried to whap the bird away with his Devil Bringer, only to miss. He was too tired to care about missing. He felt the covers being pulled away and whined loudly, curling up.

“Shit! Shadow, cover him up!” Griffon squawked. “Fuck, you’re just like your dad. You are so not getting presents!” Nero glanced to the avian familiar.

“Presents?” He mumbled. Then it hit him: Today was Christmas. He sat up, running a hand through his messy silver hair.

“Uh, yeah, presents, you idiot.” Griffon huffed. Nero noticed his fancy new striped tie on his chest. Shadow let out a rumble of agreement. “And you got A. Lot. of presents. Stuff from your uncle, from your grandparents, from your actual parents, Kyrie-”

That was what got him up.

Nero quickly threw on some clothes, a loose button-up shirt and pants before darting down the stairs. The estate was decorated in holly and golden tinsel, he remembered being dragged into helping decorate by a very enthusiastic uncle and grandfather. While he was more eager to help his grandfather, he wasn’t above leaving Dante high and dry (or, as he remembered, hanging from the railing and flailing helplessly until Sparda caught him). Eva did scold the two for roughhousing afterward.  

As he strode down the stairs, he blinked to see the entire family there. Eva and Sparda were nestled on the couch. Sitting on a plush armchair was Dante, who glanced up to see Nero walking down the stairs. The scent of pancakes wafted through the room, perhaps his parents were in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Mornin’ kid!” Dante waved at Nero, a wide smile on his face. “Cass and Verge are just finishing up breakfast. You’ve arrived just in time to open up presents.” He pointed to a small pile of gifts and a stocking full of smaller gifts. “All that is for you.”

“For me?” Nero asked, staring at the pile. He remembered previous Christmas Days in that tiny cottage, where his mother endeavoured to make those special days as festive as they could. Even still, Nero had to make do with far less presents than some of his peers. He distinctly remembered, in his childhood, jealousy at those who could afford extravagant presents. Now, sitting in front of him, was the pile of presents that he only dreamed of as a young boy. He awkwardly walked down the stairs and made room to settle on a plush chair before Dante tsked at him.

“Come on, kids sit on the floor.”

“I’m not a kid.” Nero huffed.

“But don’t you wish to be closer to your presents?” Eva asked patiently. Nero looked to them before slowly sliding to the floor. Shadow walked over to Nero and plopped down on his lap, purring loudly. Nero smiled, a hand stroking her fur. He looked back to the presents before him. He wasn’t sure who brought who or how much. Perhaps his mother mentioned their previous Christmas Days in the cottage, the poverty they endured. He frowned at the thought. His mother wouldn’t mention such a thing during the festive season, it would seem selfish. She probably would’ve merely mentioned that he never had many presents for the season.

“Nero!” His mother’s voice made him turn around, watching as she entered with a plate of pancakes in her hand. She placed them on a side table as Vergil followed her to the other loveseat. “Did you wait for us?”

“Not really.” Nero admitted. “I just woke up.”

“Sleepyhead.” Griffon huffed from his place on Eva’s lap, getting his feathers stroked. Cassandra chuckled and sat next to Vergil.

“Start with the stocking.” Cassandra advised her son. Nero looked to the stocking before his Devil Bringer glowed. A spectral hand took the stocking delicately off where it was hanging and let it land in his lap. As he looked through the stocking, he found small sweets, chapstick (not sure when he would need that, but he wasn’t going to complain), gum, pencils and pens, and a notepad.

He suddenly felt the expectation of a thank you, even if he didn't quite get these smaller gifts.

"Thank you."

"Kid, open my present!" Dante said with a childlike eagerness.

"I believe he should open our father's-"

"Both of you!" Cassandra snapped at the twins. "Nero can decide who's present he'll open first." Faintly, he heard his grandfather snort before a soft whine from Eva elbowing him. Nero's gaze moved to the pile before he picked up a thin present, from his mother. He carefully opened it, revealing a copy of his birth certificate. He blinked in confusion before he realized something about the document.

Where Father was, a once empty void, was filled in by the name Vergil Sparda.

Nero looked back to his father, who was blushing from being flustered. “I...I wanted to show you earlier but it was caught up in all the paperwork from my return.” He admitted. Nero carefully placed the copy aside before getting up to hug his parents. Vergil stiffened from the contact before being eased into embracing his son back.

Best Christmas ever.