#others ocs: nevan

[gale-dekarios]

okay i’m gonna be so fr picking just one oc to send is ridiculously difficult but…

here’s my boy Nevan, he’s a little silly sometimes

omg hiiiiii. nevan's incredibly hot. am i allowed to say that? im gonna say it anyway.

[whumpsoda]

I raise that anon who raised you.

Vampire keeps their thrall hypnotized so they do all the chores without making a fuss and so they don't accidentally hurt themselves bruising or spilling any of their precious blood.

Whumpee breaks out of it randomly by something silly like a sneeze and comes back to hella confusing circumstances.

WOHEO Masterlist

Love this sm. Kinda mad cause I wrote all of it and then realized I was originally gonna go in a very different direction😭

cw: hypnosis, dehumanization, vampire whumper, human whumpee

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Nevan smiled contentedly to himself as a pile of dust flew into the pan. The broom, brittle and old scratched against the hardwood flooring of the mansion. Satisfied, he carefully poured the dust pan’s contents into a nearby trash can.

He had almost done all of the cleaning for the abode, the only room left being one of the many dedicated for storage. Nevan always felt exceedingly proud of himself for fulfilling his sanitation duties so well, even if there wasn’t much to clean when he repeated the same tasks every single day.

Darius liked his home spotless, and Nevan was more than happy to oblige to the wills of his master. Cleaning was the one thing he was notably good at, subsequently making it his sole job in Darius’ home. Besides being a food source, of course.

Transferring to the next room to be cleaned, Nevan was giddy with the thought of receiving his promised reward. 

Cleaning was his purpose, his sole job in life, so there was really no need for a reward. Yet, Darius was so kind hearted and generous, that he always promised his thrall a reward for his work. Whether it be presenting him with another place to cleanse or an extra feeding for that week, Nevan was over the moon simply with knowing he had pleased the vampire.

Nevan studied the mess he was presented with. The storage rooms were always a bit arduous to take care of, mainly due to the overwhelming clutter that had formed over centuries. 

He began with a smaller brush, sweeping the tops of boxes and junk. Before he knew it, whatever dirt inhabited the room had unsurprisingly mixed with the air, floating into and itching at his nostrils. 

He leaned his head back, readying himself for a sneeze.

Seering pain sliced through his brain as his body forcibly doubled over, almost as if splitting his head in half. Nevan clutched his head desperately, stumbling and slipping over his feet. He pulled frantically at his hair, the agony spreading to his scalp as well.

The human dropped onto sore knees, expelling a distraught whine. He panted heavily, attempting to settle himself. 

Luckily, after an endless repetition of deep, calming breaths, the pain subsided into a faint throb. Nevan groaned, rubbing at his tear prickled eyes. Out of reach thoughts danced inside his mind, too rapid to be coherent.

Holding his head in one hand, he forced open his soggy eyes. Gazing down at his own lap, confusion began to settle in.

How did-? Why was he…? Cleaning supplies?

Clutching the short broom in his hand, he noticed what was under it. “What?” He groaned, grabbing at the fabric covering his lower body. Whatever it was, it was large, frilly, and itchy, a terrible combination.

Nevan felt around, pressing his palms to the floor and pushing himself onto wobbly legs. He clung to a tall stack of cardboard boxes, his knees buckling. He took in the room, filled to the brim with piled up rubbish. 

Particularly, Nevan’s gaze landed on a long, thin mirror several feet away. He shuddered, digesting the image of the figure reflected. 

It was him. The reflection held Nevan’s eyes, Nevan’s moles, Nevan’s nose, yet they looked so different. Like a failed clone. His hair was lengthy with a healthy shine, his face and body meticulously clean shaven, and he wore a grand, luxurious dress. 

Worrying of all, were the achining wounds in his neck. Red, oozing and sore, Nevan gaped at the sight.

It couldn’t be him. Nevan didn’t do those things. He kept his hair short and easily manageable, he never gave a second thought to body and facial hair, and he sure as hell had never been very comfortable in a dress. He began grabbing at the excessive tool covering his thighs, trying to ease the irritation on his skin.

Once again, the burning sensation returned full force, tearing apart his brain in a wave of remembrance. 

Fear settled over him, a whimper catching in his throat. He was in a vampire’s home. Caught in a web of mind-bending magic, and by some miracle had broken through. His breathing quickened, short and frantic. 

What would he do? What could he do? If he got caught, there wasn’t a chance he’d ever get the opportunity to escape again. Maybe the monster would be so angry, they’d kill him.

“Nevan? Are you almost finished with your chores?” His heart stopped. Nevan lifted a trembling hand to his mouth, pushing his back against the objects behind him. “Where are you?” They called. 

Nevan slid down the boxed, landing on his bottom. Darius was close. Too close. If he tried to leave now, he would surely be caught, but the same was ensured if he didn’t.

Footsteps picked up, the clicking sound of Darius’ heels growing closer. “There you are.” Carefully, Nevan turned his head to face the beast, meeting a wicked grin. “Are you ready for your reward? I’m especially hungry today.” They said, adjusting the collar of their jacket.

Nevan let out a whimper and a snivel, alarms blaring inside his head. The vampire paused, studying him, his smile contorting into a confused frown. “What’s wrong? What did you do? You shouldn’t look like that.” 

Darius reached their hand out, taking several steps toward the human. Instinctively, Nevan hysterically crawled in the opposite direction, knocking over a pile of random contents. 

Darius met the other man’s stare, his eyes just as wide-eyed as Nevan. Slowly, as if faced with a wild animal, he descended to the floor, resting one knee to the ground. As the human continued to make a mess, Darius reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a glistening little item between two fingers.

Nevan recognized it instantly, squealing with terror as he violently shook his head. “Please! Don’t, please, I can’t-!” Ignoring the human’s pleads, Darius lightly began ringing the tiny bell in his hand. 

The ringing, no matter how light, how delicate, held a commanding, unexplainable presence. Betrayed by his own body, Nevan was unable to cover his ears as means of blocking the noise. The sound was soft, almost musical, causing Nevan’s terrified heart to flutter against his will.

“Come here, little servant.” The vampire sang. He began to lean into the constant ringing, as well as the glossy voice of his owner. “That’s right, return back to master.” Darius beckoned him over, settling onto both knees comfortably. 

The matter of his mind was melting, replaced with the weight of the bell’s authority. Lazily, the terrified shake if his body liquefying, Nevan shifted onto his hands and knees. Mesmerized by the sound licking his ears, he clumsily crawled closer, to Darius’ satisfaction.

“Good boy, almost there. Nothing is more important than the bell, isn’t that right?” The movement of the object never ceased. 

He smiled. That was right. It was Nevan’s bell, captivating and alluring. The only thing possibly more significant was Darius.

He soon reached the vampire, resting onto his knees with glazed over eyes. Darius gently placed the bell to the floor, ending the loop of hypnotic noise. He tenderly cupped Nevan’s cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

The vampire took a moment to adjust Nevan’s body, picking up limbs and turning his face as if he was searching for something. After a moment, he let out a sigh of relief. “I would’ve been very upset if you managed to lose some of your delectable blood in all that panic. Fortunate for you, it seems you didn’t.”

Nevan would’ve been utterly distraught had he made such a mistake. What a terrible thrall he was even risking it. “Now, are you ready for your reward?” He nuzzled into his master’s comforting touch.

In no other universe could he have been more ready.

[sarrie]

DMC friends - how do we feel about Devil Arms (specifically of stronger demons) being able to change weapon form? I know The Lore of Devil Arms changes with every game, but I'm curious to hear what people think. (I'm arguing that Devil Arms made from strong emotional bonds are different than ones made of defeat/submission so my OC can use Nevan as a spell casting tome lmAO 8'D Also, to me it feels weird that a sentient being who can change from being a weapon to being a whole ass demon doesn't have any say in what their weapon form is? but that's just me?? Again, curious on what other folks think.)

[milk-crafting]

🐞🧣🍒 for laz pls 🥺🫶

You did this to me, bully. Made me ramble and feel sad for my boy.

🐞 - What does a perfect day look like for your oc? What do they do? Who do they see?

a perfect day for him is probably literally just any day (night) spent with someone who cares about him without being compelled to 🥺. He just wants to be loved as much as he loves. Even though she's his ghoul too, and wouldn't really be able to firmly say no, Winona even would be a perfect option for him to spend time with. Some of his fondest memories are of going to shows together when they lived in Vegas, or even just wandering the streets together. In my and your shared canon too obviously the same could be said for him and Erse too, he just likes spending time with the people he cares about.

In the game he's in, conversely, it'd be spent in a cute little occult shop or at the library now that he's branching out and starting to read uwu

In a perfect world it'd be spent with the sun he worships kissing his skin, freckles appearing without his added input, maybe even getting a tan or a sunburn. He's at the park he used to go to in Vegas when he was a child and there's someone beside him and he feels at peace.

🧣 - What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

So thinking about it, there's a few things! He has a little hematite worry stone that he carries with him, and even if he doesn't have it I think he kind of does the same motion he would use with it just against his finger to like, fidget a bit? When he's worried? And then there's his ghoul Winona who like. 🥺 he would be a mess without (which is tragic because I got reminded that ghouls are replaceable :)) ). But with her it's like a sense of familiarity, she's been his ghoul for 20 years, she's smart and sweet and he just likes to lay around with her and watch movies and stuff. He's recently started to find comfort in himself and his own ability to get by on his own though, mostly because he's like 15 pages into this book of commentaries on Descartes and he's proud of himself.

🍒 - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Winona is the easy answer. He doesn't have many other friends. I think even if he looks down on her, he likes his sire's ghoul too ? But then also his touchstones Marian and Nevan are either *good* friends or soon to be good friends respectively. With Winona, they met when she was on a trip to Vegas, and he kind of got obsessed with her and she let it happen because she's a weird girl. Marian is his sire's great great etc grand daughter, and he met her *also* when her family was on a trip to Vegas (lil guy never got out much). Nevan he met recently at work. Nevan came in for a massage and Laz Immediately decided that he needed to take care of him.

Most people like him because he's pretty, or hate him because he's an idiot, but all three of them kind of see past that. Marian in particular thinks that there's so much more to him than either of those things and also that he's smarter than he gives himself credit for, even though mechanically speaking she's s o wrong about that. But still.

[neon-pink-leitner]

Ask Game: A, B, E, K, L, N, O, P, R, V, Z.

Anon, send me "Z" in its own ask. I got a plan for that one and I've already written enough here. This needs its own post.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

V/Johnny is probably one of my main ships right now. Same with Johnny/Kerry but one that I love and don't talk about much is Cletus Kasady/Carnage Symbiote.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

V and Takamura, at first, I just did not get it at all and while its not a main ship for me, I see why ya'll ship them.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Oh god. Okay so ummm...I wrote a crack fic that ships Thanos from the MCU with Knull the God of Symbiotes. Its fucking great, its terrible, I want to burn it, I should frame it, you can read it here

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I got two here. First being Johnny Silverhand. We get glimpses of his past self being a total fucking asshole and we know from others that he wasn't always a good person but we get to watch this slow change with V's help as he grows into a person that you could sit in the same room with. At the end even willing to give his life for V's which I feel like is something that past Johnny would not have done at all. My second one would be Eddie Brock. He went from being one of Mavel's top villains with a grudge to kill Spider-Man to somewhat healing his wounds and ends up, no joke, not kidding, being a fucking God who wants to save the world from Knull. Its really stunning to see.

L- Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your fave

I'm very middle of the road with River Ward. His personality is a little, I don't know, I can't really find the word. But his quest? One of the most interesting in gaming and I said it once and I'll say it again, DO NOT run his quest at the farm if you are not sober, you won't have a good time. Also Mickey Jones from Doctor Who didn't deserve to be led on so much by Rose. He might have been a bit annoying, but The Doctor and Rose didn't treat him like they should have

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Really the only thing I wish that was a different is I feel like fic writers don't get the credit we deserve. I understand why visual art gets the attention it does and it should! Drawing of any type if hard as fuck! I don't see this as much in the Cyberpunk fandom because everyone is really happy to get any type of content but I saw this in the Marvel fandom where most often drawings would get praised way more than fics. Honestly on that topic, the Cyberpunk fandom is one of the chilliest fandoms I've ever been in. If I had to pick a second one I'd say I wish people would post more about their OCs!(I say this while pointing at a mirror) I love love seeing ya'lls lil guys! I always wanna see more!(Again, still pointing at the mirror)

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Oof, okay, here we go, loading up my liked songs on Spotify and hitting random. Here were go

Sparks Fly • Taylor Swift (spotify.com)

Had to think of this one but I feel Kerry and V would fit this. I've read alot of MaleV/Kerry stuff where they are both hopeless romantic mushy types and this just feels like something they would dance to in the living room when it was just them. Judy/V also popped into my head but I'm not sure why.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom

AU in which Johnny is a devil hunter in Devil May Cry. He's got the vibe for it, the gun, and the guitar. In fact he's modded his guitar in such a way that he can use it as a weapon (think Nevan from Devil May Cry). I could see Samurai being both a rock band and a band of devil hunters as well. Not sure where V could fit in. Maybe they got, I dunno, bit by a demon and know they got fucked up powers?

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

We really don't get to see enough of V and Misty and that's a damn shame. I would have loved maybe a little side quest thing with the two of them, more so than just Jackie's funeral. I also love Jackie's and V's friendship. I know some people ship them but I just see them as friends. Its really driven home that you can't trust anyone in Night City and here's Jackie willing to take V under his wing after they lost everything. A real choom, good guy, truly.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

In Cyberpunk 2077? Despite her not being one of faves, Judy. Much like her I also a friend to suicide. It was that quest that prevented me from playing the game for two years because I didn't know how I would handle it. Only to find that when I played, and V comforts Judy, It felt like comforting myself. I understood her feelings of loss and guilt. Its a type of feeling you only get when someone close to you takes their own life and its hard to put into words. Recently my grandparents sold my childhood home, my forest and my safeplace. Seeing Judy explore the flooded remains of her childhood home made me cry after this. I understand now. The longing for a place you'll never go back to and even if you do, it won't be the same. The feeling of watching memories play out before your eyes. Its not something you really get over and it changes you.

[honey-milk-depresso]

The sky just finished raining and Nevan saw.....

Please add George :)

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"H-huh? Where did you come from?" Nevan blinked with a stupid smile. He was... well, not fully dressed in the rain.

"I came out to enjoy the rain with George... but I don't mind more company!" he smiles, though a little awkwardly since he didn't expect someone to be out in the forest.

But nevertheless, he was down for some company besides just George.

The green frog instantly jumped on top of Mari's head, joining the other frog, Alicia, and looked like they were having fun just chatting about frog stuff.

"Looks like they've gotten along well!" Nevan chuckled.

He took Mari by the hand, though he awkwardly bend down and smiled sheepishly.

"Well, why not enjoy the rain together, huh?"

[vancilart]

sibs

[vancila]

max and nevan and band bros?

clique

1. Who cuddles up to who?

Nevan just crawls up without a word, good to rest on the thighs or stomach or chest

Cameron more, Jules isn’t that much for physical affection so Roo throws a couple of pillows on him and settles down

2. Who kisses the other on the forehead when they are sad?

Nevan more since she hides her own sadness but is there when Max is sad. If she lets her, though.

If Cameron crawls up next to Jules on the couch in need of hugs he will give him a kiss on the forehead and ask what’s down.

3. Who picks up the other and twirls them around to make them laugh?

When Nevan’s been gone for a while Max is so happy to see her (most of the time) that the fish forgets all her fish composure and scoops her up when she comes to hug her

Idk if either, Jules can’t really lift Roo and doesn’t like to be picked up himself so

4. Who leaves love notes all around the house?

Max for Nevan to find when she goes to work/crime, in places like the bathroom and foyer and fridge she dashes through before bolting off

Only if the other has to leave while the other one is asleep, like if Jules has to go in the morning he will leave like a sticky note in the bathroom mirror with just a doodled heart. Pretends he doesn’t know about it if Roo asks.

5. Who hugs the other from behind?

Nevan, kiss her temple and lock hands over her stomach. Max does it too, though, if she feels Nevan’s upset about something.

Maybe both, feels more of a casual Jules way of showing affection though

6. Who plans the elaborate dates?

At first Max, but Nevan catches up on it and tries to do something nice for her in turn, too.

Idk if they’re people who go out on dates outside just grabbing a drink or two.

7. Who likes to go out driving at 3am in the morning?

Nevan, but alone. Max goes for walks, alone or together.

Considering their work they’re probably packing up their stuff and pretty tired at 3 am probably neither for fun, besides they might not be in a driving condition. So, I dunno.

8. Who laughs so hard their laugh goes silent?

Max giggles herself wheezy.

They’re both pretty quiet, maybe Cameron goes silent a bit faster

9. Who looks at the other with nothing but love in their eyes when the other isn’t looking?

Both look, but Nevan’s face is more unreadable so you can’t really see the fondness in her eye. Max is more obvious.

Both are really casual so I’m not sure if you can spot it. Jules does smile easily though.

10. Who carries the other to bed when they fall asleep on the couch?

If Max has makeup on, Nevan pokes Max awake should she snooze. If not, the fish is stronk enough to carry her to bed.

Cameron could, but more probably they both stay on the couch.

[dietyprophet]

Bada-bing bada-boom I finally made my two TWST “Yuu” OCs ever since I thought of them

Anyways thought about the idea of them when I was playing Genshin and was inspired by the fact that the traveler and their twin were stars and such!

Anyways these are Eve and Nevan who are based on the two iconic stars of Disney!

(Nevan is of course the second star to the right lol)

Gonna put more stuff about them under the line if anyone wants to know more ha ha

“The Evening Star”

Name: Evangeline (mostly known as Eve)

Age: Hasn’t bothered to really count on it but is over ten thousand years

Gender: non-binary

Pronouns: She/they

Hair color: White with a tint of yellow at the ends

Eyes: Orange with a yellow glow to them

Extra details: has star-like glowing freckles that pop against her dark skin

Homeland: ????? (Perhaps it’s the stars)

Dorm: Ramshackle

Favorite food: Coffee desserts

Least favorite food: seafood (especially octopus)

Likes: Flying, star watching

Dislikes: Fishing

Hobby: Documenting about the sights they see

Talent: Charting

Personality: Eve is an aloof type of person who doesn’t put her trust in people very easily, preferring to watch from a distance before making haste on her actions. She can easily be annoyed when it comes to NRC’s shenanigans and holds little tolerance when it comes to the students of the school, only really favoring the more mature students and teachers.

Eve only actually bothers to make conversation with the other student if prompted by Nevan, and even then it’s mostly short talk and she hurries along to get to the point of the conversation too. She is very prone to anger when it comes to anything endangering Nevan’s safety and can be somewhat uncooperative in this state with others and sometimes Nevan.

Eve is also a very hard worker, willing to do what she can to do something even if it’s requested by people she less than favors (COUGHCROWLEYCOUGH), but if it means that she can get something from it she will do it. She will grow to trust and care for others once they make the effort to know her better and understand where her standings are.

Extra things:

Her hair glows in the dark

Eve’s name was taken right directly from Princess and the frog

Before she met a Nevan she was prone to temper tantrums and threw meteors around

Eve doesn’t trust Sam and still doesn’t

Eve only tells their full name as a sign of giving their full trust into someone

Eve actually complains about clothing a lot and will only be settled if Nevan swaps with her or convince by him to wear something

She knows how to braid hair really fast since she’s been doing Nev’s hair

They don’t like how Nev doesn’t eat often and thus they pester them until they eat more

“The Never Star”

Name: Nevan

Age: Also hasn't bothered to really count on it but says he is at least a few hundred years younger than Eve

Gender: non-binary

Pronouns: He/they

Hair color: White with the end of it going to a yellow-Orange gradient

Eyes: Orange with a yellow glow to them

Extra details: has star-like glowing freckles that pop against their dark skin (he has more than Eve)

Homeland: ????? (Among the stars with Eve)

Dorm: Ramshackle

Favorite food: Seafood (especially of the fried variety)

Least favorite food: Coffee

Likes: Exploration, flying

Dislikes: Being alone for hours on end

Hobby: Tinkering

Talent: Sword fighting

Personality: Nevan is the more our going of the two stars and more willing to trust others than Eve. Unfortunately they can be a bit too trusting of others and need Eve to bring them into reality when they start to become a little too trusting. Nevan can sometimes be very mean without actually meaning too and comes in as a slip of a tongue moment, this doesn’t mean that they doesn’t do it on purpose though.

He has a habit of not knowing what personal space is and often gets up and in front of people’s faces whether it be metaphorical or physical, though often it is of the physical kind. Nevan is also very blunt, willing to say what is on his mind at the moment and very quick to instantly agree with either people he trusts or Eve. This isn’t to say that he’s all happy-go-lucky, he isn’t afraid to tell people off or even act cold towards those who have wronged him, putting them at a distance until they can earn his trust again.

Despite his appearance, Nevan likes to pick around fights as a type of bonding and having fond, especially when he can use swords. He has a liking towards violence as long as it doesn’t outright kill someone and even participates in violent activities time to time for him to let out some steam and have some fun.

Extra details:

His hair like Eve also glows in the dark, though much more brighter

They have a habit of often going off without ever telling Eve where they’re going but Fortunately Eve learns to adapt quickly to this

Nevan hates telling lies, and when he is put on the spot for something he doesn’t want to say he’ll reply with “I don’t like telling lies.”

He has been used as a makeshift lantern due to his glowing hair

Nevan can use just about any sword you give him but is willing to forgo it if need be

He likes to tell stories of the many adventures he had with Eve, even when they’re sometimes embarrassing, for example the time he accidentally choke a monster who ate him because his thighs being too big for its throat (which in turn made him self conscious for sometime and even now)

[achilleid]

Laisrén Blackfern ed.

— oc questions

BASICS

What’s their full name? Laisrén Blackfern

What does their name mean? Why were they named that? Laisrén is a celtic name derived from “lassar” meaning flame/fire. Blackfern is a chosen last name. If you asked him, he’d try to say he picked it because of some profound reason, like because ferns are resilient and hardy plants or something, but he entirely picked it because he thought it sounded cool. 

Do they have any nicknames? Rén. Pronounced like “rain”. 

How old are they? Time functions really oddly in the Sidhe. When he last lived in the human realm, he was seventeen human years. That was nearly a century or more ago by human time. Physically he appears about 32-33.

When’s their birthday? December 29th (human) or 9th Day of Winter (Sidhe)

What’s their zodiac sign/element/birthstone/etc.? Do they believe that holds any significance? Capricorn/earth/tanzanite-- Laisrén believes in zodiac signs in a very nonchalant way. He is from a magical world where all kinds of weird stuff happen when someone is born, so being told some aspect of his personality is theoretically identifiable by his “sign” he’d probably just shrug like “Sounds legit.”.

What’s their species/subspecies? Do they have any special/magical abilities? He is a half Seelie/half-Unseelie Folk. Folk are presented in my world like a combination of elves and fae. Seelie are generally characterized by their more warm toned skin colors, affiliation with the light, spring and summer, Unseelie are associated with autumn and winter and tend to favor darker, cooler tones. Laisrén is a mix of both types. There are stereotypes associated with each kind of Folk, but ultimately it is entirely based on the individual.

What “class” do they belong to (for fantasy characters)? If none, what weapon do they favor? He would definitely be a Ranger class, duel-wielding swords and using a bow. 

APPEARANCE

What do they look like? Laisrén owes 90% of his appearance to Levi Ackerman from Attack on Titan I won’t even lie. So he is roughly 5′9″, has dark black undercut hair and dark green eyes. He has a warm beige skin tone that darkens in the summer. 

Do they have a face claim? Nope!

What’s their style like? Clothes, hair, makeup? His go to outfit is a black doublet with a silver jerkin over the top. During combat, he favors a set of dark leather armor and a dark cloak. Lots of dark colors. For a half Seelie, he dresses almost exclusively in the dark or jewel colors favored by Unseelie.

How do they carry themselves? What’s their default expression? Perpetual resting bitch face. And he carries himself with an air of self-assuredness and confidence that is entirely unforced. It is just how he is. Granted, he could look cool and collected and inside his thoughts are going a mile a minute. Very good at hiding how he feels.

Do they have any physical ailments or disabilities? Laisrén was saddled with a curse at a young age. His skin, starting at the fingertips of his right hand, is turning black and spreading upward. As of present day, his hand has blackened up to his palm. His nails grow much sharper and faster on that hand as well. Laisrén covers this with gloves.

PERSONALITY

What’s their alignment? Lawful Neutral

Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into? ISTP

What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)? He is a big fan of games, especially strategy games. He would love Risk, History of the World and other games like that and probably plays Folk equivalents when he can. Chess too. He’d enjoy card games there were not luck based. He also does like to read and his favorite meal ever is high tea. The man will try any blend of tea ever created and he loves having a nice herb garden.

What are they bad at? He is not the best cook. Food is something to just be consumed as quickly as possible for energy, so getting him to sit down and have a meal and just ENJOY it is very hard. He also is a fitful sleeper and is very bad at picking up on subtext or subtleties when speaking with people. He does not take hints. He does not even know a hint is happening.

What kind of things do they dislike/hate? Disorganization, MESS in general. This is both literal and figurative. Messy emotions will have him cleaning the same room, polishing the same armor or sharpening the same blade in a wholly meditative process trying to either work through or ignore his feelings.

Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses? His secret vice is his love of sweets. Food is mere fuel until it is chocolate and covered in strawberries or something and then he is like “.... okay maybe a few bites.”

What are their goals and motivations? Currently? Managing his curse, keeping an eye on his “niece” and her son. Caring for his mother secretly. His goals later become more aligned with the main character’s and becomes ensuring the safety of those he cares for. Full stop.

What are their manners like? Any habits? He is not impolite, but he can be brash. He knows how to behave in different situations though, so his “brash” on the field and his “brash” at say a gathering or a meeting is very different. He has a habit of clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth when he is annoyed and only ever breaks eye contact with someone if he is feeling wholly and deeply vulnerable. 

What are they most afraid of? Living for centuries upon centuries only to turn around and realize he has done so alone and always will.

BACKGROUND

Where were they born? What was their childhood like? He was born in the Sidhe, but within a week was abandoned in the human realm. His childhood was spent raised in an orphanage during the early 1900s on Earth. He lived in London and sometimes falls into a cockney sounding accent when he is tired. 

What’s their family like? Well. His mom is thought to be absolutely bonkers because she pulled a changeling thing. And she is, on some level, mentally not all there. In Folk culture, there are some events that can cause a Folk to become trapped in one emotion and unable to overcome the enormity of it and remain “stuck” there. His mother fell into a Despair upon the death of her partner, so he cares for her and the remaining family of her human adopted son from the shadows.

What factions or organizations are they a part of? What ranks and titles do they hold? He is a Hound of the Wild Hunt and Captain beneath the commander responsible for training new recruits. He trains the soldiers of their ranks.

How do they fit into their “story”? He is at one point in the story, love interest, secondary protagonist, secondary antagonist. 

Where do they currently live? What’s their place like? He resides in a home called Elden Keep, which is a an old fortress manor that once was used as a hunting lodge. It has a western tower with a turret. It is a house of rich brown woods and plush green carpets and a very lovingly tended to garden.

How do they eventually die? WELLLLLLLLL-- they eventually succumb to the curse, but it is temporary. More like an emotional and mental death and then a rebirth. 

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend? His commander Eimer and his fellow captains. Later, he becomes closer friends with Cyra’s group.

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it? He is definitely not even the oddest of his group, that belongs to Dillion, the resident mad scientist/mage (he’s nice! just eccentric). It is a nice blend of people and neurosis haha.

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids? Prior to his relationship with Cyra, Laisrén would have casual encounters, but nothing serious. His longest fling lasted probably off and on for a few months. He has no issues with accepting and reciprocating sexual advances, but has not had a lot of experience with feelings being mixed in until Cyra. With Cyra it starts physical, but ultimately he realizes it is satisfying in a way that past ones have not been because his emotional needs are being met.

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust? He looks up to and trusts Eimer above everyone. He is his best friend, his commander and his fellow Hound. They went through recruitment together, battles and all kinds of bad shit. 

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies? His enemies unfortunately, when revealed, are some powerful people. He grows to hate Queen Nevan and by extension, Druth, Cyra’s uncle and the Queen’s grand commander.

Do they have any pets? He has a few horses, but he’d never refer to them as “pets”.

Are they good with kids? Animals? Good with animals. Kids he is shockingly popular with, even if he doesn’t really make an effort. They appreciate his honesty and the fact he talks to them like they understand things.

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for a captivity idea, maybe write about the day Nevan broke like how Malak did? maybe when Darius realizes that Nevan is much more keen to be motivated by praise rather than punishment—as Nevan can ground himself and battle through the pain or discomfort, but the moment concept of praise as a reward is reinforced he crumbles

WOHEO Masterlist

cw: brainwashing/conditioning, memory loss

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Heaving ragged, quivering breaths of distress and raw desperation, Nevan’s head beat and pounded hard on the walls of his mind, thus drowning him in thick pain. His lip trembled with timid haste as his teeth ran across the frayed tips of skin, hands shielding his susceptible ears.

“C’mon… be a good boy for master, won’t you?” Darius sneered, the faux sweetness of his voice eliciting horrified trembles down his captive’s spine.

Nevan wanted to be a good boy, really wanted to be a good boy, and such feelings no short of terrified him. He was slipping, so very wretchedly easily, and he was well aware of it. 

One chill, slender hand snuck it’s way over his in the attempt to pry Nevan’s palm from his ear. “So tense, are you? Nothing to be afraid of, really. It’s only Master.” 

Nevan’s brain could not help but scatter, just for a moment upon his master’s magical words. How could he possibly resist? His eyes were quick to glaze over, lids draping and vision twisting blurry. Nevan turned to his master, limbs drooping. Just as he had wanted.

“Good boy, so good.” Darius cooed, sounds Nevan knew so well we’re fakely kind and dripping with humiliation, but in the moment he simply leaned into the scratch of slick nails below his chin. His mind swirled in a flurry of pleasure, keening toward his master, as if the vampire was tenderly reeling him in with his song-like voice.

“You want to be good, right? Even better?” Oh, how he wanted to be good. “You must listen and forget, Nevan.”

Forget.

Forget? 

“F- for… get?” Nevan whispered, meek and small on his knees. His master merely nodded.

“Yes, pet. Let Master work his magic as he drys your little brain of all the pesky memories that are no longer useful.” No. No. “Then, Master might just name you as the most pathetic pet of them all. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Nevan recoiled, coming back to himself an inch, baring his teeth in defense. He did not want to forget, especially at the mercy of Darius. Could not. Who would? Not Genevieve, not Amara, not his parents, not his friends-

“Hey.” Darius returned, puckered lips beating simmering breath right over his skin. “Calm down. Listen to your master.”

Nevan mewled the slightest of a moan in response, shoulders buckling as an immense shiver of bliss overtook him in an instant. His expression swiftly dropped slack, in contrast to the poorly upheld smile of Darius’ that gradually twisted into that of a grimace.

Listen, listen, listen.

“Hush your head for me now. You can do that, can’t you? Your thoughts are running dry, gumming up and fogging until all you can muster up is your master.” Nevan’s brain complied in full, dissipating until all he could manage to focus on was his master’s wondrously heaven full voice. He sighed in befuddled contentment. “Just relax, letting my calm wash over you and drown you in its hold.”

Maybe, even while pathetically whimpering with pleasure, Nevan could still…

Still resist…

Alas, he was already nodding along and smiling, fight fizzled out at the flick of his master’s tongue. Defiance seemed so unreachable, such a distant idea he could not reach through the cotton plugging up his brain.

His master grinned, the faintest taint of a smirk infecting the tenderness of his spell, dripping just the slightest of sour. Even so, Nevan was quick to melt in his seat with eagerness to obey his every word.

“Your feeble mind is being so easily thwarted, terrible memories stolen away and taken where they will not return. The horrible memories that hurt and only exist to bring you pain. Master is taking them away, isn’t that just nice?”

Nevan nodded along with an empty head, no idea of what he could be agreeing to, almost as if dancing to the hum of Darius’ voice. “Mmm… um, thank, thank… you…” 

Fingers snuck their way over the human’s chin, clutching his flesh and strengthening his nod. “You don’t know anything, Nevan, not anymore, do you?” Darius sneered, smugly.

That wasn’t right. Was it? Nevan knew lots of things. “N- no, I… do…” 

“You don’t know your friends, your family, no one.” Darius stated, so matter of fact Nevan could not help but digest his nonsense. Yet, he still knew it was nonsense. 

“But… um, but…” His master’s speech failed to make any logical sense. Nevan had so many people who loved him, and he knew them very well. His mind was scattered into puzzled pieces, confusion coating every half baked thought that ever so slowly crossed his path.

“Because you don’t have any of that, Nevan. No friends, no family, no one but Master. You don’t need anyone else.” The last bit was whispered like butter licking Nevan’s ear, lips so close his master was nearly kissing his skin.

“O- oh. Oh… Master…” His chest tensed with stinging anxiousness. His brain in it’s entirety was settling into Darius’ magnificent grasp, growing horrifyingly, but at the same time blissfully, fuzzy. 

No friends…

No… family…

No… um, no…

Nevan swallowed. He… didn’t have any of that. Did he? It was dreadfully hard to search for any memories of such things, which sparked a light of faint fear to stir and contort with bitterness in his belly.

Even so, Darius’ voice was like a ringing in his ear, reverberating and echoing like that of a holy god. “You can’t remember anyone but Master. Everyone else, all of the painful, irrelevant people dissipate from your head, leaving emptiness in their wake.” 

Empty. Empty, empty, so very empty his mind was, connections growing thin and snapping off into the abyss of the vampire’s talk. There was someone there, right? There had to be. “Don’t… know… can, can’t… ‘member…”

Expression twisting with wickedness, his master firmed his clasp over Nevan’s chin. “Who can’t you remember, Nevan? Who don’t you know?”

So desperately he wracked his brain, as much as he could in such a pitiful state, blockades standing tall and firm. “Don’t, don’t, um… dunno…” Nevan’s brows furrowed, eyes pricking with timid tears. “Can’t… don’t… um…”

“Hush. Good boy. No one is left in that tiny head of yours, is there? Nobody left expect for Master.”

“Master…?” Nevan was so confused about everything said in that moment, but he still knew his master well. That was all he needed, was it not?

The vampire hummed in approval. “That is because, my pet, there has only ever been your master. Your pathetic, little life has only been filled with you and your master, from beginning to end, with not another being to interrupt. Isn’t that right?”

“Y- yes… Always… Master…” The fact circled its way around his head, plastering to the walls and fitting into its spot between his gears. It made perfect sense to Nevan, not a single other person coming to mind beside his master.

“Always and only, Nevan.”

“Only… Master…” He’d always been with his master, hadn’t he? Just the two of them… right? Except, somehow, that was wrong. His stomach churned and bubbled, red hot feelings subdued by his previous conditioning snaking free. “But, um, no… no, no, no-!”

“Let go, Nevan, to the grip and truth of my word. Let go of your mind, let go of your pain, and give it away to Master.” Darius pressed him to the wall by the head, smooshing him as far as possible into the concrete.

“N- no! No, no!” Master was wrong, master was very, very wrong and he could not for the life of him place why. Something had to be wrong, even under the weight of such heavenly sensations, because Nevan could simply feel it deep inside of his shivering bones.

“Yes.”

“No! No, no, no! No!”

Nevan no longer knew why he was holding on, why he was so terrified to obey his master. He was utterly unable to unstick his hands from his ears, or to uncurl his shaking frame. Something was missing, maybe many things, but he could not possibly say what. There was only an overwhelming sense of something he could not place, only recognizing the feeling that, even against his master, Nevan must disobey.

“Let. Go.” His master snarled, vibrant with authority and commandment. Rich with force and strength, impossible to fight with.

After holding so dearly on for the last bit of life, the last bit of fight, the last remaining tie to string together Nevan to himself broke.

A swift snap, it went.

He let go of a ragged wail, scratching from his throat and caving in to his master’s will. He released his own inhibitions, his complete accord, releasing the hurt of his own wants. His figure slumped to the wall, drowsy drool dripping from his parted lips, overcome with mind melted exhaustion.

After a time of silence and a pounding brain, slow, careful fingers dipped over Nevan’s dropped, gasping head, calling his remaining conscious back to his master. The touch was pleasantly soft, picking him up from near unconsciousness with pleasure.

Hooking another finger under his human’s chin, Darius met his unfocused gaze with satisfaction. “Pet, tell me, might you have any friends? Any family?” His voice was hushed and tender, gracing Nevan with muddled honey.

It took him a beat of quiet to process the inquiry. “Uh, um….” What an odd question. Did he? That sounded off. Nevan scoured his mushed up mind, unable in the end to make such a strange connection. Faintly, he shook his head. “N- no… no…” Why did the admittance claw at the gentle strings of his heart?

His master simply huffed a content chuckle in response, palm dancing down his thrall’s cheek and sending him spiraling. “Wonderful.”

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The Wish [5]

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Lady, Eva, Sparda, OC Rating: General Tags: Family, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Typical demon hunting violence

Summary: A demon gives Dante the chance to have his greatest desires made real. When he finds himself in a seemingly idyllic life, all seems well until it starts to unravel. Will he sacrifice himself to save the family he lost, or will he choose to give them up for the truth?

Now posted: Chapter 5, in which Dante puts his foot in his mouth and talks to a cat.

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Chapter 4: Dante Fucks Up

Dante grins when the door to the shop opens and his father enters, Nero and V following. He’s already had a great day: a good night’s sleep after pizza and a movie with Lir last night, and today he’s already changed an air filter on a bike and ordered a set of new tires for a customer. Running the repair shop is a lot like running the Devil May Cry, he has learned over the course of the morning, except less blood and killing and more money.

Vergil had texted that Sparda was bringing his nephews by, and as promised they arrive and come straight into the garage. “Hey there boys!” he says happily. “Hope you’re ready to work. I got a set of brakes to replace, and there’s a Harley that needs a new carburetor.”

“Cool,” Nero says, and to his surprise, V looks interested too.

“We can help?” V asks.

“Sure,” Dante replies. “I’ll get the parts and then we’ll get to cleaning everything before putting the new brakes on.”

Sparda clears his throat. “Before you get started, can I speak with you?” he asks.

Dante nods, and Nero says, “We can get the stuff together. Come on, V.”

The boys go into the back to the supply room, and Dante is a bit impressed they know what to do. “What’s up?” he asks. “Did you and mom have fun the other night?”

“Yes… but…” Sparda folds his arms. “Did you uh… make any phone calls yesterday, Dante?”

They stare at one another, and Dante shakes himself, remembering his father is waiting for an answer. He has a darn good guess what Sparda is hinting at, so he rubs the back of his head and says, “Uh, maybe? Why?”

Sparda looks around, as if to see if anyone is listening. But there’s no one there but the two of them, so he tilts his head in and says quietly, “An old friend of mine called me last night. Said she received a call from Dante, son of Sparda. Now I don’t know how you got her phone number, but…” Dante frowns as Sparda looks uncertain. “Well, let’s just say it was a shock. I had not expected to hear that name again.”

“You mean Matier?” he asks. “Why not? She’s cool.”

His father looks at him in surprise. “So you’ve met her?”

“Um…” Dante shifts uncomfortably. “Kind of? It’s hard to explain.”

Sparda’s eyes narrow, examining him closely, and suddenly he feels like he is six years old and trying to convince him that he didn’t break the lamp in the front room. “How do you know Matier?”

He decides to take a chance and give some truth. “What would you say if I told you I’ve been to Dumary?”

“Impossible,” Sparda hisses. “How would you have gone there? When?”

Dante shakes his head. “I can explain. I think?”

“Yes, you’ll explain.” Sparda’s voice goes sharp, scolding, and Dante frowns. Why is he so upset about this? “You’ll explain that, and more. Like Nevan? Have you been spying on me?”

“Spying? What, no!”

“Reading my journals?”

“No! Pop, what…” He studies his father, wondering what the big deal is, when it dawns on him: Sparda never told any of them anything. “Wait,” he says, leaning in closer. “Does Mom know?”

Sparda snaps back, his eyes open in alarm. “Enough of this,” he says. “Come over tonight. We need to discuss this.” His eyes dart to the back room, where they can hear the boys chattering. “You’re going to tell me everything you know, and how you know it, understand?”

The tone of his voice gets under his skin. It’s not as if Dante did anything wrong, and he huffs with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll come over. And you’re gonna do some explaining too, got it?”

Sparda mutters something under his breath as he turns on his heel and stalks out of the shop. “Uncle Dante!” V calls. “Nero mixed up all the lug nuts!”

“I did not!”

He sighs as the door shuts with a slam. “Stop touching shit,” he calls, turning his attention to his nephews.

After they get the lug nuts resorted, he hustles the boys out of the storage room to get started. They sit as he starts taking things apart, Nero handing him tools as V takes and sorts the parts Dante hands him. They actually work together pretty well, which surprises him. Nero is all energy, talking every chance he gets to fidget, even looping the tools through his fingers before handing them over. Meanwhile V is quieter, methodical, even huffing over the mess when Nero accidentally kicks the neat rows of parts askew. Dante just chuckles to himself, thinking that they remind him of himself and Vergil. But maybe that’s the point?

Before long he hands over the pieces for them to clean while he goes to his office to grab some drinks. With three sodas in hand, he hands them out before cracking open his own, leaning on the reception desk as he watches. “How come you guys don’t have school today?” he asks.

“It’s summer,” V says, and they both laugh.

“Right.” Dante thinks as he takes a sip. Maybe these two can answer some questions, especially if this is all a made-up place? Best to do this subtly, he decides, thinking about how Lir had grown suspicious of his questions. “So your parents. What’s up with them?”

Nero and V glance at one another. “Huh?”

“What are they like? Gotta be weird having them as parents, hm?”

Nero laughs. “Why is that weird?”

“Well, you know, because Vergil is… I mean, your mom is…” Dante frowns, realizing he has no idea what they do, and guesses it’s got nothing to do with demon hunting. “They uh… happy?”

Nero makes a face but V frowns. “Why are you asking? What’s going on?”

“Nothing! Nothing. I mean…”

“Are they getting a divorce?” Nero asks, his voice going tight.

“No! At least, I don’t think so…” Dante makes an aggravated noise in his throat and rubs his face. “No, I was just asking. Everything’s fine.”

Neither looks convinced, so Dante tries a new tactic. “Hey Nero, got any girlfriends?”

He turns bright red as V laughs. “He wishes!” V exclaims. “There is this one girl—”

“No there’s not—”

“And he spends all day and all night—”

“I do not!!”

“Just going oh, oh, I love her so much!” V mimics him with a sad, dramatic voice. “I’ll never be good enough for her, boo hoo—”

“Cut it out!” Nero shouts, aiming a kick at V that he easily dodges.

Dante just laughs. “Okay, lay off. This girl got you bad, hm, Nero? But I bet Kyrie likes you just fine.”

Nero stops glaring at V long enough to give him a confused look. “Who’s Kyrie?”

“Isn’t that… nevermind.”

He finishes off his soda, wondering what else to talk about, when V asks, “Why so many questions?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you asking so many questions?” V repeats. “You never do.”

Dante huffs. “Yes I do. I’m very involved.”

They both laugh at that, and Dante tosses his soda can away as he grumbles, “Okay, enough out of you two. Go back to work or I ain’t paying you.”

“Like you have money,” V says, and both boys set off in another round of laughter. Dante makes a face and folds his arms, thinking how much he can’t stand kids. This is probably why he and Lir haven’t had any. Can’t catch a break, even in his own ideal world.

Vergil picks them up at five on the dot. They’ve managed to get the brake pads changed and bled, and Dante has them labelling inventory when he arrives. “Are they in one piece?” he asks as he approaches the desk.

Dante sits in his chair, his elbows on the desk and his chin in his hands. All afternoon he thought about his father and the look on his face when he mentioned Dalmary. It doesn’t make sense: if Sparda is still who he is, which he seems to be, then why hide it? Maybe the outside world didn’t know about the Legendary Knight living in their midst, but he had never kept it a secret from Eva, or from them.

“Yeah… but Vergil, I need to ask you something,” he says.

Before they can continue Nero hops over. “Dad, Uncle Dante said you and mom were getting a divorce.”

Vergil shouts “What?” just as Dante protests, “I did not!”

“He did, I heard him too,” V says with a smile.

“You brats,” mumbles Dante.

Vergil looks ready to kill as he glares at him. “Why would you say something like that?”

“I said I didn’t!” Dante insists. “I was just asking how you guys were. Like if you were…” He swallows thickly, dreading Vergil’s reaction. “Happy.”

His brother narrows his eyes. “What game is this?”

“Huh?”

“First you wanted me to come over to talk,” Vergil says. “Now you’re asking about if I’m happy? What’s going on?”

His first instinct is to deny, but then he decides against it. “Something is, but…” He side-eyes the twins, who are watching expectantly. “I’m going over to see Dad tonight. Can you come with me? Please?”

Vergil presses his lips together into a thin line. “What does this have to do with him?”

“I can’t exactly tell you now,” he hisses.

Luckily Vergil gets his meaning and nods. But Nero and V immediately protest, “No! We want to know too!”

“Go get in the car,” Vergil orders.

With some grumbling Nero heads out, V following behind. But before they head out the door V turns and says, “Hey Uncle Dante? Everyone’s happy, you know. You should be too.”

Dante frowns. That’s a weird thing for a kid to say, isn’t it?

Vergil sighs when they are gone. “Now tell me what this is about.”

“Dad has been…” Dante rubs the back of his neck. “Keeping secrets, I guess? But you should hear it from him.”

“What kind of secrets?” asks Vergil suspiciously.

“Like I said, hear it from him.” Dante picks up his keys, moving to shut off the lights in the shop. “Meet me there at eight, okay?”

Vergil agrees, but reluctantly, and when he’s gone Dante takes a walk through the shop to make sure everything is turned off before he locks up. On the way home, he wonders if his suspicions are correct, and Sparda has kept the truth a secret. And what will Vergil do when he finds out?

He can’t shake the feeling of unease when he gets home, where Lir is putting chicken in the oven. “How was your day?” she asks cheerily when he moves to wash his hands.

“Fine.”

Dante grabs a kitchen towel to dry them when she moves closer and rubs his arm. “Hey, are you okay? Were the kids too much?”

“No, they were fine.” He glances at Lir and says, “I need to run over to my parents’ tonight. Dad wants to show me and Vergil something.”

“Okay.”

Dante goes to move away, but Lir stretches up to slide her arms around his neck. Dante chuckles to himself at how short she is, and when she smiles and nudges him closer, his hands go to her waist as he follows her pull. She kisses him sweetly, tugging on his lower lip a bit, and in spite of himself he responds, giving her a teasing bite that has her lips curling into a smile against his. They linger like this for another moment, and Dante refuses to feel badly about it. She might not be real, but it’s nice to have someone to take care of him, and he never realized how much he likes the simple affection. It’s something he hasn’t had since he was a kid, and Dante is almost sorry when Lir eases back to return to making dinner.

She launches into a story about water damage in the storage room and some missing labels, which he only half listens to as he sits and watches her cook. Really he uses the time to debate if digging into all this is really worth it. Dante had read the paper that morning, picking it up on his way into the shop. There was nothing in the news that would indicate a demon attack; everything was normal human crime and chaos, so he had to assume that demons didn’t exist in this place. But if there were no demons, then how was he here?

“He did what?” Lir’s voice pulls him from his thoughts, and when he looks up, she is giving him a funny look as she talks on her cell phone. “I have no idea,” she laughs, turning back to stir the vegetables on the stovetop.

She hangs up a minute later, setting something on the stove before walking over to him. “Did you really tell the boys that Vergil and Mary are getting divorced?” she laughs.

“No,” he sighs. “They took it all wrong.”

“Well what did you say?”

Dante shrugs. “I just asked if they were happy.”

Lir gives him another strange look before taking the seat next to his at the little kitchen table. “Why would you ask that?”

“I guess I was curious,” he replies.

“Dante.” Lir sucks in a deep breath before she leans forward, resting her elbow on the table. “You’ve been so different lately. Acting like… I don’t know. Like you aren’t you, somehow. Is something wrong?”

He opens his mouth to assure her that he’s fine, but hesitates. “I don’t know,” he answers truthfully.

“Okay.” Lir’s brows draw in as she thinks. “When do you feel like it started?”

“Two days ago,” he replies. “The day of the dinner for my uh, parents.”

“That’s specific,” she chuckles. “Did anything happen to make you feel this way?”

He considers telling her the truth: he fought a demon that granted him a wish and sent him to this weird reality. Would Lir even believe him? Does he even believe it? “It’s hard to explain,” he says.

Lir considers that for a moment before asking, “I guess the important question is, are you happy?”

“What?”

She shrugs. “Simple enough question. Are you happy? Or do you feel like you need something else?”

Dante studies her for a moment. “No,” he answers finally. “I like it enough here.”

“Like it enough?” Lir looks hurt, and that makes him feel bad. And confused, too, because she’s a demon, right? Or made up by a demon. Either way, he shouldn’t care about what she thinks, even though he does.

“That’s not what I meant,” he hurries on.

For a second he’s worried she’s going to cry: a woman crying was never something he handles well. But instead she stands and moves to sit on his lap. Immediately his arms go around her waist as she strokes his cheek, and Dante has to admit it feels nice. “I love you,” Lir murmurs. Then she tilts his face up to look at her, and he can see the real concern in her eyes. “More than anything.”

His heart is beating loudly in his chest as he swallows thickly. Dante thinks of them in bed together, when she was the perfect combination of sweet and sexy. He had thought this was a dream then, and maybe it is… but does he want to wake up?

“I love you too,” he replies, the words feeling both right and wrong.

“Good.” Something beeps on the stove and Lir looks over. “Why don’t you go get changed out of those dirty clothes while I finish getting everything ready?”

Dante mutters an agreement and heads upstairs, the uneasy feeling following him. Until now, he had been trying to figure out what was going on, and find a way back. But now he thinks: should he even be looking for answers at this point?

There’s got to be something you’d rather be doing than this.

He splashes some water on his face and looks in the mirror. Why is he trying to figure this out? Here he has Vergil, and his parents, and Nero. And Lir… he has to admit, he is growing a soft spot for her. If he finds a way back, it’s just back to debt and demons and being alone.

“Fine,” he decides, giving himself a stern look. “I’ll just stay for now. See what happens.”

A clatter startles him, and when he looks down, the damn cat has jumped on the counter, sending Lir’s makeup and the soap everywhere. “Shoo,” he says, swatting at the feline, but it just sits and looks at him.

Dante huffs. “You I could do without.” The cat blinks at him and he shakes his head. “Figures something would be a pain in my ass. Guess this place isn’t perfect, hm?”

“Humans are too fickle. If it was perfect, you wouldn’t be happy,” the cat replies.

He jumps, staring at the cat with wide eyes. “What the fuck did you just say?”

But the cat doesn’t answer, just licks its paw, as Dante’s heart pounds loudly in his chest.

[thephantomporg84]

Speaking of Eva, what do you think of the theory that she's an Umbra Witch? I've seen it floating around due to the nods Bayonetta has to Devil May Cry (Enzo from the DMC 3 manga, the journal entries by Antonio Redgrave, the fact that Umbra Witches make contracts with demons, etc.), but I've never really known if there's a canon basis for it or if it's just a fan theory.

There’s absolutely no canon basis for it. Capcom a Platinum Games are two different companies, and current series director Hideaki Itsuno / series creator Hideki Kamiya just like to nod to each other.

I think it’s a cute enough fan theory for an AU, but yeah. It holds absolutely no weight in canon. DMC has also stated that that Eva was human more than once with little fanfare. Her getting absolutely massacred so fast makes little sense if she had any sort of powers. More importantly, Vergil’s complete disdain for humans/their frailty makes absolutely no sense if she was an unbra witch (or literally anything non-human). Vergil’s heart is also specifically referred to as a “human heart”, which is why it’s considered “weak”. So. Yeah.

(I’m not saying umbra witches, or witches in general, can’t exist in this universe, though — even Nevan is referred to as a “lightning witch”.)

Also, from a writing standpoint regarding Eva as anything other than human, it takes away from the idea that Vergil and Dante are outsiders with one foot in the human realm and one in the underworld, not quite belonging in either, with one choosing humanity and one choosing demon kind — red oni, blue oni; yin and yang — if you throw in “oh and they’re part witch too! :D”. It’s fine for self-indulgent fanfiction, it’s kind of lame and comes off as very “baby’s first OC” in canon.

D&V are already wildly op, and there’s a pretty solid theory floating around that the you only need a drop of demon blood to become really powerful. So yeah. Adding in “but also, witches!” is just... bleh. Kind of kills all the interesting lore and speculations.

Tbh I only get really annoyed when people hardcore push this one as 100% canon bc that’s just not how irl franchise crossovers work from a legal standpoint lol. Like. Look at Sony & Marvel Studios over Spider-Man and how fast that fell into chaos/got petty despite them practically printing money. You can’t have two different companies just hi-five and say their games share canon/a universe now because the directors of those games are friends/former colleagues. Not everyone is as lenient as John Carpenter was to Hideo Kojima solely because he “liked that guy [Kojima]; he’s nice to me”, either.

[jewellsfrommaruss]

on a different account atm, but happy late STS!! if your OCs had songs made about them, what would they be titled and what would they be like? are there any specific topics that might come up in their songs? - crystallized-ink

@crystallized-ink Ink!!! This is a really interesting ask thank you so much!

Morrigan - 'Possession' An angry, loud rock/metal song that tries to articulate how she experiences love, barely audible chorus of 'Mine' during other lyrics

Jadette - 'Midas' Gold' A vanity pop song about all the ways she gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss' money from other people, definitely name drops business' she's bought or put under

Porcia - 'Fresh Love' A peppy musical style song about falling in love again, a little saccharine with small lines noting that she falls blindly and bringing up her past relationships

Alwin - 'The Long Trail' Poetic, folk song about traveling, exploring the freedom and loneliness he experiences while he's on the road and the hesitation he feels when it's time to return home

Abudemio - 'Where have you been' A soft love song about Gareth, articulating all the feelings and confessions he sometimes struggles to put into regular words

Mishca - 'Peak Climber' A 'humble' brag rap song about overcoming obstacles and her accomplishments, good humored, absolutely the kind of thing people put in their workout playlists (intentional)

Cecilia - 'Mother's Tongue' Eerie folk song about trauma and magic, poetically talks about her anger, mostly talk singing

Timothy - 'Forever Dancing' The newest party anthem, there'd definitely be sappy parts referencing meeting Amok, good, wholesome fun

Nevan - 'Give Me Teeth' A sad, slow song about having rage and not knowing what to do with it, wanting to lash out but not being capable of it, isolation and loneliness

Cheshire - 'Perfection' The new explicit pop song everyone's grandma will clutch their pearls over, self aggrandizing, raunchy and deeply honest

[shield-maiden-of-sherwood]

Show me your OCs!

Sadly, I have no idea how to take pictures of my characters in game so I’ll have to use other pics of my two main OCs.

– Analise “Ana” Cousland, Grey Warden, Queen of Ferelden, Wife of Alistair Theirin, Hero of Ferelden, Marbari Mother

1. Their favorite thing to do with free time?

In her free time, she tries to spend time with her husband and king, Alistair. Despite their near impossible odds of fertility being both Wardens, he insists they keep trying to produce an heir. She also enjoys when they can sneak off together to go riding in the Ferelden countryside, have picnics, sparring in the training yard of the castle and strolling around the Denerim marketplace for odd wares to decorate their bedchamber. When Alistair is away or busy, she’s usually found reading in the garden (usually various tomes sent to her from her former companions or various books from Hawke’s friend, Varric’s many serials), embroidering, catching up on her correspondences with her brother, playing and caring for her pack of mabaris or inquiring at the castle kitchens for new types of cheese to surprise Alistair.

2. How did they get their name?

Eleanor Cousland grew up listening to stories about an Empress named Analise who ruled over a valley of gold and rode a chariot drawn by giant cats into battle. She idolized the woman in the story so much that she named her only daughter after her.

3. How would they react if there was an impromptu bout of mud wrestling at their home base? What about if one of the companions challenged them?

Despite being a Warden, she is first and foremost a lady so she would decline the challenge. However, she would be happy to chose  champion to fight for her and bet against others while watching. 

4. Would they rather travel or stay at home?

Ana is definitely one who prefers travelling since she travels with her husband and her hounds. She’s also a very proud Ferelden woman and loves to explore her homeland and meet her people.

– Alena “Lena” Trevelyan, Herald of Andraste, Inquisitor, scandal follows her wherever she goes

1. Their favorite thing to do with free time?

Lena loves to hunt, ride, fuck, drink, party and play various games with her companions. She reads as well but more often than not, she likes to be social and just have a good time. 

2. How did they get their name?

Technically named after her mother, Madalena.

3. How would they react if there was an impromptu bout of mud wrestling at their home base? What about if one of the companions challenged them?

She’s ask for it to be a drunk mud wrestling match as she starts stripping down to prepare. If one of her companions challenged her, she would make sure they set wagers to make things more interesting. After all, who wouldn’t want to see Zevran walk around in a plaidweave kilt or loincloth for a day? It would be excruciating for Dorian and Vivienne and e uncomfortable for Cullen which would make it far more funny for everybody else.

4. Would they rather travel or stay at home?

Lena would say she doesn’t have a preference as long as she has her boys with her (Dorian, Varric, Nevan and Bull). With them with her, she can handle anything and be entertained the entire time.

[honey-milk-depresso]

I‘m having a lesson rn, but it‘s so boring and because George the frog is so adorable, I had to draw him next to one of my ocs… uwu sorry!

JHGDHJGDGD GEORGGGEEEEEE-

NEVAN IS SO PROUD RIGHT NOW DJHGDH-