#My Post Devil May Cry 5 Fics

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Sweet Serenade: Vergil x G/N Reader

MINORS DNI GO AWAY >:[ SERIOUSLY-- *grabs a broom and sweeps at you* SHOO

SUMMARY: Ever since you met the blue devil you’d loved to listen to him; be it a small noise or a loud shout, you always listened. Tonight, you found yourself home alone with him and begin to hear a different noise; one that you realize you aren’t supposed to be hearing.

BEGINNING NOTES: ♭ Top/Dom Vergil x (implied) Bottom/Sub G/N Reader ♮Unestablished relationship. ♯Everyone else can tell you are into each other. The two of you have gone “out” before; even though that’s not what either of you called it, it is what both of you wanted. ♮You live at the DMC with Dante and Vergil. ♭Smut--Vergil masturbation voyeuristic reader ♮Vergil enjoys the idea of the reader consensually submitting to him (I don’t want it to come across wrong) (The song is a link to a YouTube video of it if you want to listen)

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     The Devil May Cry was alive and bustling as per usual these days. There was never a dull moment not since the twins’ reunion and return from Hell. Although the happier and more welcoming atmosphere was a nice change of pace, you couldn’t help but miss the peaceful quiet times. Tonight was one of those nights. 

     The last contract was large enough that the whole shop got involved which resulted in an enormous payout. So, the crew decided to go out drinking to celebrate--Most of the crew anyway.

      Nero was hesitant to join, not being one for social outings--like father, like son. However, Nico wasn’t taking no for an answer and was currently shoving Nero--quite literally--out the back door. Lady and Trish had already moved to the garage and were chatting. Then, of course, there were the Sparda twins; Vergil and Dante. The younger sibling had been nagging his brother for over ten minutes.

     “Come on,” Dante playfully poked at Vergil’s shoulder for the umpteenth time tonight, staring at him like a kicked puppy dog, “Pleaseeee--”

     “Dante.” Vergil sighed as he stood up, shutting his book with a loud thump, “For the last time, I am not going to your stupid bar and that’s final.”

     The younger twin pouted slightly and let out an exaggerated exhale, “You’re so boring in your old age, Verge; you gotta learn to live a little,” Dante turned his attention to you and flashed a wide toothy grin, “You’re coming with right?”

     You pursed your lips and shook your head ‘No’.

     The red devil dramatically groaned and slumped forwards.

     You gently patted his back, “Sorry, I'm just too beat to join in.”

     Dante looked up at you and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

     A warm smile tugged at your lips as you ruffled the red devil’s hair, “Maybe next time.”

     “Promise..?” 

     “If that’s what you want, sure.”

     He stood back up fully, a small smile tugging at his lips, “You’d best believe I’m gonna hold you to that, babe~!” He winked at you as he grabbed his coat from the back of the desk chair, sliding it on, “Just don’t go breaking the old man, alright? Kinda need him in the morning for a contract.”

     “Huh-!?” Your eyes widened as you realized what he meant.

     Vergil rolled his eyes and moved to stand beside you, just a few centimeters away from your side, “Is that a hint of jealousy I hear, Dante?” He folded his arms and leaned back a bit.

     “And if it is?” Dante raised a brow at his sibling.

     “Tch,” Vergil’s gaze thinned, “As if they would have such low standards.”

     “Careful there Verge might insult yourself since we are twins.”

     “Perhaps, but we--”

     The sound of Nero shouting and a loud thud caught everyone’s attention--it seems Nero finally gave in, or rather gave out, and fell face-first into the concrete of the garage. Nico stared down at the young man from the doorway before turning to the three of you, a semi-irritated tone to her voice, “We’re gonna leave your old asses if y’all don’t get a move on!”

     Dante sighed and walked towards the door, “Sorry, only one ‘old ass’ is leaving tonight.”

     Nico said something unintelligible as Dante shut the door, leaving Vergil and you alone. 

     The blue devil sighed quietly before addressing you, “I am going to retire for the night,” he moved toward the stairs. Once at the bottom of the stairs, he paused for a moment with parted lips, as if he were going to say something; however, he said nothing, shut his mouth, and ascended the stairs, disappearing into his room. 

     You sighed through your nose. Part of you had hoped Vergil might want to spend some time together, but that was wishful thinking. He’s not the “hanging out” type, even if the two of you spend most of your waking hours together. Deciding to do the same as the blue devil, you turned off the shop’s lights and headed to your room. 

     The floorboards creaked as you entered your cozy abode and flipped on the lights. With a slight bounce, you flopped onto your bed with a loud sigh. Your room was the smallest of the three make-shift bedrooms of the Devil May Cry and shared a wall with a certain blue devil’s room. Through the thin walls, you could hear the faint sound of Schubert’s music from Vergil’s record player. Admittedly, you didn’t care much for classical music but that slowly changed when the eldest twin moved in. His music selection was so different than Dante’s; it was calmer, relaxing, and gentle, all of which were something you found reflected the man’s inner-self--even if Vergil doesn’t seem the temperate type. Tonight’s selection was no different. Currently, the record was playing one of your favorites “Serenade”. 

     A small smile tugged at your lips as you listened to the violins' crescendos and decrescendos; how each phrase changed and grew. You allowed yourself to relax into your bedding as you slowly began to drift off. However, just as you closed your eyes, a small stifled grunt came from the other side of the wall and piqued your curiosity. Then, a growl followed by a visceral groan emanated from the other room. Although you knew it was intruding--and downright voyeuristic--you couldn’t help but get up and set your ear against the shared bedroom wall, listening intently.

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     Vergil had planned on reading and going to bed when he headed upstairs. Wishing to enjoy the few fleeting moments of peace within the walls of the shop. However, Vergil couldn’t get the teasing remark from Dante out of his head--the idea of Vergil making love with you. 

     As he read the same page over and over, Vergil found his thoughts devolving into more and more sinful ideas. He wondered what sounds you'd make when he ate at your body; what lascivious mewls and whimpers would you make? Would you enjoy it? How would you react to him holding you impossibly close as your bodies are neatly and sensually interwoven, connected together in an act of heated passion and lust? The endless amount of devilish sexual amusement he’d get from spearing your innards and watching you come undone under him. Your loud pleading cries from his overstimulating touch as Vergil plays with you long into the night and morning, not wanting to pass up this rare moment of privacy. 

     Admittedly he wasn't sure if you were into him as much as he is to you; however, that didn't stop the growing heat from spreading throughout his body. With an irritated huff, Vergil shut his book and grumbled to himself. He wasn’t typically one for masturbation and had mostly only partaken of such sinful delights in his youth. 

     Perhaps just one time wouldn’t be too bad, right?

     The blue devil carefully set his book down, still debating if he really was going to do this. However, an overwhelming throbbing in his pants answered the question for him. He bit his lip as he closed his eyes, allowing his mind to indulge such degenerative thoughts; thoughts of what he wanted to do to you. 

     He palmed his hard-on through his jeans, imagining it was your hand instead. The slow sound of his belt being unbuckled, the snap of the button of his fly, the smooth sound of the zipper coming undone; all of this he imagined was your doing. Despite his distaste for such joys of the flesh, he did keep a bottle of lube in his bedside drawer just in case he’d ever need it--and tonight was one of those times. 

     Setting the bottle on the tabletop, he closed his eyes and ghosted his fingertips against his aching tent. A shiver ran up his spine as he released his cock from its fabric confines. He opened his eyes for a split second to grab the bottle of lube and put some in his palm before quickly closing his eyes again; not wanting to break his fantasy. 

     It started slow, almost painfully slow, as he bit his lip. He was fantasizing about the wet feeling from the lube being instead caused by your cute little mouth being wrapped around his cock. A small groan left his lips as he continued to fall further and further into this fictitious scenario. What he wouldn’t give just to fuck your mouth at least once. As he continued, his lack of practice became more and more evident as his hand moved in uneven and unsteady strokes. A sudden intense hot feeling spread throughout his body causing him to grow uncomfortable. He knew exactly what it was; he was losing himself, being much too engrossed in his pathetic devilish desires, practically egging on an accidental Trigger. 

     Quickly, he opened his eyes and shot up from the mattress, tossing his vest off to the side. Using one hand to hold himself up from the mattress, he continued to pleasure himself. His brow twitched as he closed his eyes again. In his mind, he toyed with the idea of you being pinned underneath him; completely submissive and powerless. A small growl came from his throat as he began to lose focus on staying quiet. The sight of you breathless and staring back at him with half-lidded eyes made his cock ache and his mind reeling. 

     Again he began to feel the hot feeling consuming his limbs, he needed to let his skin breathe--he needed to undress more. As he fumbled with the shirt buttons, he leaned upwards. Almost instantly getting frustrated with the small plastic clasps, he ripped his shirt from his body--shredding it--and tossed it off in a random direction. Vergil leaned back over the bedding, his hand that was supporting his weight had balled up the sheets; tearing it with his nails. The blue devil bit his lip again as his pace became even faster, however, this did little to deter the loud carnal snarling that he was making.

     Vergil leaned further forwards, placing his forehead on the, now disheveled bedding. In his mind he was laying his head against yours, enjoying the feeling of your hot skin against his. The feeling of your hands within his hair and your legs wrapped around his middle, pulling him closer and further into your hole. A thin layer of sweat adorned his body and his hair had fallen forwards. A mixture of spit and a small amount of blood was dripping from his lips and onto the bed. His breathing was heavy, uneven, and filled with a disgusting amount of lust; a side of himself that Vergil, not only tries to hide from the outside world but, despises. However, he couldn’t be bothered to think about how unrefined and how feral he probably sounded and looked, the only thoughts to be had were ones about you.

     As he approached his orgasm he began to whimper your name quietly to himself, wishing he had the courage to ask you out and to ask for you to give yourself to him--every bit of yourself to him. He began to rock forwards, bucking his hips into his hand. A greedy possessive feeling filled his heart, he wants to hide you away from the world, to keep you all to himself. A snarl left his lips at the thought of anyone else being able to have you, to take you from him. Vergil didn’t care how insane he sounds or how dangerous that kind of mindset is; he’s had everything taken from him his entire life and he will not allow anyone to take you from him. With each passing moment, he got louder and called your name more and more frantically. 

     When Vergil hit his peak, he leaned upwards and threw his head back. A loud thunderous growl and an almost whimpering moan came from him as his body twitched in ecstasy. Lots of smooth white ropes decorated his bedding as he opened his eyes to stare at the dark room’s ceiling above him, he felt several tears running down his face. Using the thumb of the hand still wrapped around his cock, he played with his tip, sending a jolt through his body; despite finding release, he was still just as worked up as before--perhaps even worse than before. 

     That’s when a set of knocks at his door made him freeze. 

     Was Dante back already? Or what if you had--

     “Vergil?” It was you.

     He panicked; despite not being clean, shoved his cock back into his boxers and jeans. Unable to find his shirt from earlier, he grabbed a random t-shirt from his dresser and slid it on so fast he failed to notice that it was backwards. Using the sweat from his brow, he slicked back his hair in hopes it would stay long enough for him to answer the door. 

     When he opened the door his words were discombobulated as he stumbled through his thoughts, “What?” 

     You said nothing but instead shyly looked away from him, your shoulders tensed up and you pursed your lips. That’s when Vergil noticed.

     The strong unmistakable scent of arousal that was coming from you. You were just as, if not more, horny. Admittedly, he wanted nothing more than to pin you to the ground and take you right then and there; but he found himself hesitant. 

     With a very shy voice, you mumbled to him, “You alright? The record has been skipping for a while now and…” Your voice trailed off, unable to look him in the eye. 

     As he spoke a dark husky sultry tone came from him, a voice you’d never heard him use before, “Oh? Has it now?”

     You nodded, “Yeah, I can hear it from my room…”

     He smirked and turned you to face him, “It is quite invasive to be listening to others, Love.” His eyes met yours, “Especially if you were enjoying yourself to it.”

     Your eyes went wide.

     Vergil chuckled lowly, “I can tell from your heart that you either just ran a mile or were having a good time,” he leaned in closer, “and I can smell it on your hands, Voyeur.”

     A set of sputtering unintelligible noises came from you, your face becoming flushed and Vergil enjoying the sight. 

     He stood back up and turned to face inside the room, “Now, why don’t you come in for a moment? I’ll remove the record after all,” He looked over his shoulder, “I’d much rather listen to your serenade instead.”

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ENDING NOTES: ♯This has been sitting in my WIPs half-finished for a while so I wanted to finish it up; sorry if the ending is a bit weird, wasn't sure how to end it lmao ♮Fun fact: the beginning part (right up until overhearing Vergil) was the original start to “As You Wish (Part 1)” lol ♭“That Unwanted Animal” By The Amazing Devil really was a good inspiration for this fic. I’d highly recommend giving their music a listen “The Horror and The Wild” is a REALLY good album lol

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[astranauticus]

Do mechanites cry?

#rolling with difficulty #vrla rwd #mrsn rwd #vr la rwd #mr sn rwd #art i made #yet another thing i drew then just fully forgot to post LMAO #man i had to listen to 3.7 like 3 times for this. goddammit #easter egg: the 4 big infernal books in the shelf all say contract law like its a textbook series i guess #the small one next to them says Doctor Faustus bc i was looking to my irl bookcase for inspiration #and the christopher marlowe play was one of my alevel lit texts #also i think it would be really funny if the devils have their own version of the story of the deal with the devil guy #honestly this may have been the kinda. last straw of my burnout cuz this was a lot of time spent on a lot of stuff im really not good at #and none of it turned out... exactly how i wanted but oh well. it is what it is #ok the kinda annoying thing about me spending far too fucking long drawing super emotional scenes like this is i kinda #desensitise myself to whatever im drawing. like i felt it the most with the demon possession comic i casually tossed into the discord #bc thats the exact kinda angst i personally LOVE but it just doesnt have the same punch after ive been staring at it for 5 hours straight #(anyway go read cal's fic about it its on ao3 and its bloody good) #all this to say. when i first listened to 3.7 and austin had that exchange of like #'noir can i ask you a lore question' 'sure..?' 'do mechanites cry?' #i straight up got fuckin CHILLS. and sometimes i forget that but i try to force myself not to

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor Chapter 38: Wanderer

Chapter 38: Wanderer

Note: I actually start a new job next week. It’s a temp position, but I hope it ends up being permanent because it sounds SO FUN! Unrelated, but I just wanted to tell someone! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Sleepless nights bled into a delirium of distraction and defeat as he searched everywhere that they could possibly be for them and came up empty-handed. Head in hand and with his heart firmly planted in the very soles of his feet, he boarded the ferry to Fortuna in pursuit of the lead that had lost him everything. And with no acknowledgment whatsoever of the way the storm or the way that it had picked up when he’d arrived, he mosied aimlessly down the street, the crushing emptiness of true defeat and irreparable loss gripping him tightly and numbing him like frostbite in winter snow. This was all he had now, and he didn't even have it in him to fear losing it. 

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“What are you doing out here in the storm?”

The words hit him like a bolt from the blue. He suddenly noticed the cold rain that had soaked him to the bone, the heavy winds, and the way his hair hung damply in his face. But most importantly, he noticed a man standing in the doorway of a small building with a concerned look on his face. Vergil realized that he probably looked certifiably daft right now, slowly dragging himself through the elements in his quest to go nowhere in particular. He wasn’t doing the best job of keeping a low profile, was he?

He just stared at the man, unsure how he could even begin to explain the events that had led him to this moment, or if he even wanted to in the first place. He felt as though he had been cast out into a turbulent ocean, treading water despite the inevitability of his drowning. Every time he let his mind wander for even a moment he felt his emotions overflow and every emotion conceivable overcome his resolve all at once as his chest heaved and his heart pounded.

He was scared, angry, and so very alone. And he just didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t find the willpower to continue, and he didn’t know how to distract himself. He just stood there and looked at her, drenched and completely and utterly done.

“I… I don’t know.” He admitted to both the man and himself. He didn’t know why and he didn’t particularly think that it mattered at this point. He just needed to get that statement off his chest and out into the universe. He was so overcome with exhaustion and disillusionment that he wasn’t sure what even kept him anchored in reality right now. Not that he wasn’t swaying in the winds a bit. “I did but I don’t anymore.”

“Come in out of the storm. The bar’s still open. You can warm up a little. First drink’s on the house. You look like you could use it.” The man held the door open and gestured for him to come inside, clearly unwilling to stand under the small awning that covered the top of the door ineffectively for much longer. He wasn’t dressed for this kind of weather.

“I don’t… “He didn’t bother finishing that statement. After all, who would he even be talking to besides himself? He sighed and simply approached him, complying. He could always change his mind later, but he didn’t have anywhere better to be right now. Perhaps he could regain his bearings for a moment and then set out with a plan of action if he stopped and took a moment to think. He would head inside.

As he stepped through the front door and his eyes adjusted to the drastically different lighting, he immediately noticed a few things. The bar was crowded and filled with patrons who were engaged in a mixture of activities, most of which involved alcohol. The bar was filled with what could only be described as pub music, though it was a tad more reserved than what he was typically accustomed to. A group of people played darts on one side of the room and each of the three pool tables not far from them were also occupied. The space wasn’t huge, but it was lively. It seemed that even the people of Fortuna found the need to unwind, even if they did so while still wearing their ordained traditional garb.

As he absentmindedly took in the scenery, he backed toward the counter and came to a stop just as the man who had stopped him at the door took a tall picture filled with a blond fluid and roughly sat it down on the counter. Before Vergil could say anything to the man that he no realized was probably the bartender, a patron approached the counter and nodded in thanks before seizing the glass and taking their leave. The bartender then turned his back to the young white-haired man and seized a small glass bottle that was on the back side of the bar along with its matching shot glass before turning around and placing them on the bar top.

“You look like you could use something a little stronger than a beer, pall.” He said as he slid the glass towards him, gesturing towards it with a tilt of his head. Whatever was in that bottle looked more vintage than the average swill that was being dispensed from the taps. Vergil didn’t exactly frequent establishments like this, but he knew enough to know that most places didn’t exactly keep the high-priced stuff on the standard taps. The glass bottles on the back wall were normally a bit more premium, and if the ornate design on the mostly empty bottle he’d just been given was anything to by then he was willing to bet that this was a relatively strong offering in comparison. It was a spirit, by the looks of it.

“I’m not thirsty,” Vergil said for lack of a better explanation in regards to why he wasn’t particularly interested in drinking at the moment. He didn’t really need to provide a reason, in truth. But due to the way that he had been thrust into the situation, he certainly felt like he did.

He’d never really been one to partake in that sort of thing outside of the occasional sip of wine with… her. But that was behind him now. Or he liked to think so. Incorrectly. He was in denial and he knew it, and the only positive that could be gleaned from that reality was the understanding that although he might be in denial, at least he was aware of it. But what did that even mean for him? Was it truly denial if you acknowledged it? And if he was aware of his own shortcomings did his lack of effort to do anything about them amount to acceptance, indifference, or an inability to change? How did one know what could and couldn’t be changed about themselves so they did not spend the majority of their time trying to alter the aspects of themself that they liked least but could not sway, and what did it say about them if they simply chose to do nothing when there was even the slightest chance that they could do something meaningful? Was inaction the same as acceptance?

If he kept up this line of thinking he was going to need that drink after all. He was spiraling. He needed to ground himself. 

“Well, I’ll leave this right here in case you change you’re mind.” The bartender said with a chuckle. He wasn’t in the business of peer-pressuring folks into slamming down drinks. His business might not be the best on nights like this, but he wasn’t that desperate just yet and his morals certainly hadn’t eroded to that degree. “Fortuna doesn’t get many visitors, but the few we do, well, they always end up in my establishment. Or at least it feels that way. Can’t complain. Your money is just as green as everyone else’s. You passing through town?”

“Why do you ask?” His tone wasn’t quite suspicious, but his curiosity was certainly piqued. He had no reason to suspect any ulterior motives as of yet, but he was always cautious of the kindness of a stranger, especially one who approached him. And in a city like this that was known for shunning and distrusting strangers? All the more suspicious. One could argue that his profession had led to the development of a more personable demeanor, or perhaps the latter had led him to the former in the first place, but it could also be argued that he didn’t need a reason to be up to something.

The bartender chucked again, shaking his head. It was hard to tell if he was amused or actively taking pity on the young disheveled man. He just had one of those faces that were hard to read, but his eyes had a sort of unknowable but welcoming kindness to them that threatened to put him at ease lest he actively remind himself of the consequences that tended to follow when he allowed himself to relax. He was like a burly lumberjack with a soft heart. Perhaps a bit gruff, but totally easy to talk to and perhaps easier to trust. Unless you were the distrustful sort, that was. And even then… 

“Because I’ve got an empty bed upstairs you can fall in for the night if you want it. Room isn’t made up yet but it’s better than freezing out front on the steps. Marginally less wet, too.” The man folded his arms around himself, scanning the room as if to assess the current state of things. When he finished silently taking stock of things he returned his attention to the man in the blue coat, his voice unchanged and still holding that same pleasant gravel. “Being soaked to the bone with the bay winds blowing through here is a no-go. Once that chill sets into your bones it’s not going anywhere.”

That actually sounded appealing to him. And the longer he stayed in this establishment, the warmer and cozier he became. He didn’t fancy going back out there now and wandering the streets aimlessly, unable to focus on the task that had brought him here. But now Vergil had his own question to ask. “That sounds… I think I would like that. What do I owe you?”

“Now you just stop there. Didn’t say anything about payment, now did I?” The man seemed surprised but not particularly bothered by the assumption that he would require payment. It wasn’t an unreasonable conclusion to reach, after all. This was a business. Those typically needed money to operate.

“All transactions require payment by definition,” Vergil said flatly, fatigue setting in. He needed it to be clear on where they stood. He didn’t have the reserve brain power required to think or worry about debts at the moment. “I don’t like to owe people.”

“That might be the case, but not every conversation with a man behind a bar is a transaction, either.” He shrugged, unbothered by the assessment. Vergil wasn’t completely wrong, but he was mistaken in regards to the entire point of this conversation. “And besides, I wouldn’t be able to call my business successful if I can’t treat folks in need to a warm bed and a drink every now and then. Times are never that hard. Not for me.”

“Why do this for someone you just met? Who’s name you don’t even know.” Vergil asked, admittedly surprised by the revelation that he desired no compensation for his overabundance of kindness. Good, selfless people existed. This was a fact that he was well aware of. He just didn’t run into them personally very often. And at a time like this… 

“Simple.” He said as he lowered both the tone and the pitch of his voice so as not to be heard as he leaned closer to Vergil and looked him in the eye. “Because as enlightening as the Order’s sermons might be, and however filled with positive messages about how best to treat my fellow man their doctrine might be, I don’t need the words of the Order or a single one of their gospels to know how to be a half decent human being who shows his other people the bare minimum of compassion. I know that look in your eye. You’ve been through something. I just want to remind you that there’s still good in this world after all.”

Vergil just stared at him for a moment. He wasn’t entirely sure what he could even say to something like that. It was the truth. Morality and religion could walk hand in hand in just the say way that they could function entirely independently of one another. And they often did. He didn’t disagree with that conclusion in the slightest. This was simply the last place he’d expected to meet anyone who thought that way.

“Well said. I… I might have that drink after all.”

The bartender cacked a warm, pleased smile, and the young man with the white hair got the impression that it probably wasn’t in response to his decision to have a drink. At least not entirely. He was clearly glad that he knew he’d be staying, at least for the time being. That was one less drifter freezing to death in the streets for one night to worry about. It was something.

“Good. And when you’re ready for that bed it’s room 6 on the third floor. Keys are on the wall right over the bar.” He pointed to the hooks on the wall a few feet away, sets of numbered keys hanging from them. “Make yourself comfortable. We don’t close for a long while now.”

Vergil nodded in confirmation, somewhat amused by the fact that this man apparently wasn’t very superstitious. It was exceedingly rare to find a room number with a 6 anywhere. And in a town like Fortuna? That had to be a room that only outsiders rented. Everyone on this island was probably apprehensive about that decision. It must be his lucky night. “I just might. Thank you.”

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I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I think chapter 40 will officially be the end of this Arc, and although it’s been a wild ride with a lot of difficulties, it’s also been a total blast to write. And I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am about the next arc! So much is going to happen! The last 40 chapters just flew by, didn’t they? Thank you so much for continuing to read this story. I hope I’m not getting too bogged down in the details and that I’m not boring any of you. Thanks for sticking with me. I’ll see you in the comments if you’d like to chat, and, as always, take care! I’ll see you next Friday. The new job starts Thursday, and I don’t know my hours yet, but I’ll keep you all posted. I’m happy to say that my hand feels MUCH better, so here’s hoping!

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[purplemagpie]

decided to celebrate some one-shots and fics under 20k, because they’re special and important and i love them, and they can sometimes get lost in the sea of updates, since most of them only get to show up on ao3 once. also i hope all the links and tags work or i will cry

newer fics:

★ speak of the devil (and he doth appear) by @breedxblemickey

Ian glances at the clock as he passes, the neon red numbers displaying the late hour, and murmurs a prayer under his breath. 3.31am He will be here soon.

★ twenty strangers by @crossmydna

Ian may be a realist in most things, but at heart, he’s a hopeless romantic. That’s probably why he agrees to kiss a stranger on camera.

★ something to hold on to by @xgoldendays

Ian Gallagher thought he wasn’t prepared for prison but who he really wasn’t ready for was his brand new cell mate, Mickey Milkovich. or alternatively, Ian and Mickey meet in prison and cuteness and flirting ensues.

★ cricut crisis by @whatthebodygraspsnot

Mickey is actively getting his shit together, and that's how he finds himself at a spring farmer's market for the first time. It's how he finds himself at a stall with gay pride stuff. It's how he finds himself talking to probably the most handsome guy on the planet. What could possibly go wrong.

★ looked like a teenage runaway by sadwhales

Ian is seventeen when he moves to the South Side. Lip tells him to stay away from the wrong people, but no one remembers to warn him not to fall in love with the neighborhood thug.

★ something good by @unbridgeabledistances

Mickey tried to nod his head, but he was mostly just focused on the warmth of Ian’s fingers pressing into his shoulder. How was he supposed to survive a whole hour of this, of these hands all over his body? Mickey hadn’t been touched beyond a quick hug from Mandy in years— and being touched like this, all over? Maybe never. And yet, this guy— this profoundly, unfairly, hot as fuck guy, was going to put his hands in Mickey’s back, on Mickey’s thighs, and move them around? He didn’t need this shit today. ** or, mickey gets a massage

★ pierced skin and tattooed hearts by @mmmichyyy

The moment Ian sees the man with striking blue eyes and multiple piercings, he knows he's absolutely done for.

★ patrick by BitterTongue

gallavich au where ian and mickey meet later in life except mickey thinks ian has a boyfriend bc ian always talks about how ‘patrick and i went on a walk today’ or ‘patrick and i went over to my brothers house for dinner’ or ‘patrick and i both love peanut butter!’ and then ian asks mickey out on a date and mickey is all ‘oh did you and patrick break up?’ and ian is all confused and says ‘patrick is my dog’

★ at attention by @squidyyy23

Cleaning out Ian’s childhood bedroom, Mickey learns about a fantasy he’s been hiding and surprises his Army brat of a husband.

★ fiction in the archives (ficlet collection) by @gardenerian​

ficlets and 5+1 prompts originally posted to tumblr

older fics under the cut:

★ the caregiver by Violet_Jones

Mickey cares for his roommate, Ian, in his time of need.

★ what we build could be anything by mayyouwalk

High School AU. Mickey's pretty sure he never signed up to be friends with a Gallagher, but trust Mandy to not give a shit about him or his senior year.

★ out with the old, in with you by BeckyHarvey29

Ian and Mickey are roommates who decide to spend New Year's Eve alone together.

★ two of your earth minutes by the_rat_wins

Mickey figures he has two options: check them both into the hospital, since they're suffering from some sort of shared delusion, or believe the guy when he says he's an alien. The thing is—Mickey believes him. (Inspired by the immortal line "I like fucking carrot-tops. Like, with the freckles and the pale skin? Fucking . . . alien-looking?")

★ fake it till you make it by missmichellebelle

“Remember that one time you asked me to do that thing for you, and I never asked any questions, and you didn’t explain a fucking thing, but I did it anyway? Do you remember what you said? That you owed me? Big time? I'm calling in that favor.”

In which Ian did a stupid thing and Mickey is there to bail him out. What are best friends for, right?

★ through the dawn series by spock

★ wide-eyed walker:  Ian meets him at a bar. It becomes a thing, but they never do get around to exchanging names.

★ do not wander:  "So, how'd you two meet again?"

★ Sweet Talk by the_rat_wins

Ian doesn't like candy hearts. They're chalky and gross and Mickey Milkovich keeps throwing them at his head. (Pre-canon high-school Valentine's Day fluff)

#gallavich #gallavich fic #fic rec #gallavich fic rec #rec list #ian x mickey #shameless #shameless fic

[fire-fira]

A list of random (hilarious as shit) bad shark movies that I might or might not have Eddie subject La'gaan to in my first DC Rarepair Week fic:

This first one is a little on the nose, but--

Devil Fish. A shark-octopus hybrid. South Florida coast. With a line up of characters that sounds like the set up for a joke following the words '-walk into a bar'. Freaking 2.7 stars. It sounds delightfully horrible.

2) Then we've got--

"Amphibious shark-like monster"-- because why not? (I freaking hope this thing has legs. If it's like one of those shark puppy drawings I'll be cry-laughing.) This one's got a 5 star rating, but considering it's from '98 I'm kind of hoping it's one of those cases of 'so bad it's actually good'.

3) This though... Dear gods... 😂

ATOMIC. SHARK. 2.7 stars. And a shark that looks like it has a freaking bomb strapped to it because why the hell not? What's more destructively nonsensical and what-the-actual-fuck than gods-damned bomb-toting sharks?

4) And because someone had to almost combine a shark with a fucking xenomorph--

Toxic Shark. 3.3 stars. Not only is the shark somehow poisonous and "infesting" the water (seriously, how tf does a single animal 'infest' anything? You kind of need a lot of them for 'infesting' to be the right term here), but it has projectile acid spit. That it can apparently fire out of the water at its prey. Because WHY NOT?

5) Of course the what-the-fuck-ery can't stop there--

--because mother-fucking Sand Sharks. 2.7 stars. If I watch this one, istg I want this to feel like it should be a side thing to the Tremors series. I want it to be so hilariously stupid and nonsensical that it feels like it should exist in the same world.

6) Considering I've mentioned this one before in some of my headcanon posts of what Eddie would expose La'gaan to, I'd be remiss if I didn't include--

Ghost Shark. 3.3 stars. Because if you want shark movie crack, this is SHARK MOVIE CRACK. (Last time I saw this one there were some moments I was laughing so hard I was damn near wheezing. The deaths are just... so hilariously stupid. I can't.)

7) Ah, but guess what--

Did you know there's a Ghost Shark 2? Because I sure as hell didn't. 2.6 stars. I'm honestly hoping-- if I do see it-- that it's just as much wtf CRACK as the first one.

8) This one... I shouldn't pick on the anatomy of this thing, but--

Dinoshark. 3.2 stars. They straight up slapped a t-rex-like head on that thing. Why does it have a t-rex head? I don't know! Doesn't matter! It's a ✨dinoshark✨! It doesn't have to make sense! (Though I do have to wonder if it has a neck, because at this angle I can't tell. lol)

9) I didn't think it was possible to get this low on this list, and yet--

Jurassic Shark, at a whopping 1.5 stars. On one hand I'm curious because of that old trope of 'It was frozen in ice, but it thawed out and is still aliiiive!!!!' and I want to see just how bad it is. On the other hand, with it being the only one on this list so far to hit 1.5 stars, I do have my concerns that it'll drop from 'so bad it's hilarious' to just straight up 'OOF, this is baaad.'

10) This one, ngl, is here just because this description is making me crack up to no end.

The Shark Hunter. 5.1 stars. "A crusty recluse-" gross, but hilarious "-on a Caribbean island who is dedicated to destroying sharks-" dude why? Get a fucking hobby ffs. "-gets involved in a hunt for buried treasure." Because shark movies, wanting to be the source of the shark-pocalypse (against sharks), and being crusty and reclusive just naturally goes with treasure-hunting. Yeah. (And wtf is up with that spear he's holding and that thin-ass headband? What is even the point of that thing?)

11) And then there's more 'Let's fuck with nature via fictional science because fuck if it makes sense if it looks cool enough!'

SharkMan. 3.1 stars. Ngl, I barely remember this one-- I think I may have seen it once-- but if it is what I'm remembering then it's some solid what-the-fuck-ery.

12) omg... I can't... wtf... I never knew this one existed. Send help. I am freaking cracking up even thinking about this. JFC.

SHARK EXORCIST. Because it's not enough to have a monster-movie shark with all the nonsensical what-the-fuck bullshit that's involved, but let's have fucking Satan possess a gods-damned shark. 😂😂😂😂 1.3 stars! It's apparently worse than Jurassic Shark! This one might be so bad it's worth it, I don't know. All I know is that I am mcfuckin' losing it over how hilarious this sounds.

13) Wtf.... Was the other SharkMan a sequel? Idek...

Anyway, Sharkman (without 'Man' having the initial letter capitalized), from 2001 (whereas the one higher up on this list is from 2005). 2.3 stars. I'm honestly not sure if this is the one I vaguely remember, or if it's the 2005 one, but either way 'We fucked around and found out with science that doesn't have to make sense because it looks cool!'

14) Pffft. And speaking of things that don't follow logic--

Roboshark! 3 stars! Because a shark biting an alien spacecraft will, 100% for certain, magically make said shark a cyborg-shark. Yup. That's totally how that works. Totally. (This one is absolutely up for consideration because I'm just dying over imagining poor La'gaan going, "That's not how that works! That's not how any of this works!!!")

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Sharkenstein?! Mother-fucking Sharkenstein?! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂Holy shit. 2.1 stars. Because why not have the reanimated sewn-together multi-corpse of a shark put together in World War II rampaging around? OMFGGGGGGG

16) omg, now we're going freaking Nightmare On Elm Street with sharks--

Nightmare Shark. 3.6 stars. People. Being hunted. By a "supernatural shark". In their dreams. TELL ME that doesn't sound like Nightmare On Elm Street But Sharks. 'Oh don't sleep, or Sharky Krueger will get you!' I now want to see this shark and Freddy Krueger in a knife fight in an Applebee's parking lot. lol

17) Pffft. Talk about understanding the assignment.

Bad CGI Sharks. 4.6 stars. If you know it's going to be a bad shark movie, then why not deliberately make it as bad as possible by having shitty CGI sharks pop into reality from a script you were writing and just have everything go tits-up like something that'd make about as much sense as Alice's trip to Wonderland? (Ngl, it sounds like they had waaaaayyyy too much fun with this one.)

18) Oh my f- This is like they're dealing with a raccoon. A giant fucking raccoon with giant sharp and pointy teeth, and I just- omfggggg--

House Shark. 3.7 stars. An ex-cop finds out his house is occupied by a 'house shark' and needs the help of a freaking real estate agent and an exterminator. JFC. IT'S A FUCKING RACCOON. 😂

I am freaking dying. lol

Some of these won't make the cut for whichever one I decide to include mention of in my fic due to time placement, but I definitely have a better idea of some of the possibilities.

(I might throw in a poll in a reblog for the most likely possibilities to see if there are any that are really jumping out to people from this list.)

#Devilfish #La'gaan #Eddie Bloomberg #shark movies #DC Rarepair Week #my life #writing things #I am freaking dying y'all

[raid3r-r4bbit]

@fuzzydreamin thanks for the lol. ive been a little busy with life so sorry for the late response.

Favorite Color:

Green. Like Blindingly Neon almost yellow bile/acid toxic hazmat pukey green. Also black. I'm also a fan of earthy tones, warm greys and browns, rusty orangey reds, and i also unironically love that "some smoker lived here for 5+ years but i swear the walls are white" sepia color.

Last song:

Either Childish Flamingo or 1x1. I've been hopping in between really screamy and just goofy shit atm because i cant focus with anything else. 🤷 But (I also jsut got a new BMTH hoodie) BMTH's post human album has been feeding me. It's a really good (visual? no.) example of that like just angry and over it nihilist feeling and I just *MUNCH CRUNCH AAAA* like i feel like it could be just the tiniest bit angrier and louder but i think that's my headphones.

as for childish flamingo, its like that miseryxcpr thing imo. It's goofy and funny and it slaps. and it's so catchy. it's like right on the edge of aha funny and fuck you street and i love it. i hope any of that makes sense im sorry lol.

Last movie:

the Demon Slayer movie. I skipped all the way to the end to see the fight between Akaza and Rengoku because they're two of my favs ( in order from that show: Uzui (my mom calls yuzu (my cat) Uzui and its adorable) Akaza and Rengoku. I Found out the english dub is out (im way behind) and just needed to hear their english voice acting. all of it is amazing and Akaza's lil gigles during the fight make me incredibly happy. Guys who laugh/giggle mid combat? Ugh >\\x//<

Currently Watching:

Demon Slayer, Chainsaw man, Tokyo ghoul (im rewatching a bunch of animes) Steven universe. (i love all of these and full recommend them. I literally just yesterday(or the day before idk time is a blur) got a new funko pop, it's the half-kakuja kaneki and i love it.)

Other stuff i've watched this year:

Spy x Family, the Junji ito Collection, Yamishibai (if you like picture style art and horror this is great, its somewhat junji ito like, but shorter stories and ngl the zanbai ep scared me a bit) psychpass (some reccomended this to me cause im (obviously) a fan of darker more gruesome shows, and it is very dystopian, love the art work, but i just dont get it.) Given (if you havent watched this show please watch it its amazing) Yuri on ice, Banana Fish (also another fave)

(I work from home, and pretty much exist at my computer, and need to keep on music or tv to keep the bad thoughts out, so i have a lot of time and opportunity to watch stuff ok)

Shows I dropped this week:

Psycho pass. again, i just couldnt get into it. I know a lot of people seem to really like and it full seems like a show that would be up my alley. that first ep was kind of a lot though. I'm not ashamed to admit i love shows that are unafraid to show nudity and violence but the two together (ifykyk) make me uncomfortable. If this case had been a little further in the show i think it would have been fine, but it's litterally the first like ten minutes of the show. I also tried watching this a few week ago while at wasteland but we were pretty much just out the door.

Devil May Cry. I still love the games and the characters, and i remember loving the anime as a kid but its just... so different from the games lmao.

Currently Reading:

random internet stuff, fics and shit. I feel bad because i used to go to the library all the time but at the same time, i dont really have the room to store a whole bunch of books and despite being super dyslexic, i read insanely fast, so renting/buying books isnt worth it to me. (i've read entire full length series in the span of a day or two, while doing other stuff. I need longer, more conveniently packaged novels and that typically comes in the form of fanfiction. )

tagging: @snowmutant @ivanpahdrylakeracer @glaochormfitheach(idk if ur cool tagging you in this kinda stuff, if not just lmk i though it'd be fun :D) @the-soup-witch(im dragging you into tumblr culture whether you like it or not, welcome to tagging games)

#tagging game #tag game #I STILL DONT KNOW HOW TO TAG THIS STUFF #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #how's that?

[akashadarkblade]

Fanfic Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag, @krankittoeleven ! I can’t remember if I’ve done this before, but here we go lol

1: How many fics do you have on AO3? 14

2: What’s your total AO3 word count? 38,116

3: What fandoms do you write for?

On AO3, I have fics for Assassin's Creed, Murdered: Soul Suspect, The Evil Within, and The Last of Us. But I have WIPs for a variety of fandoms including Devil May Cry, Resident Evil, The Legend of Zelda, and - most recently - the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game.

4: What are your top five fics by kudos?

Bloodied Axes and Blooming Flowers, Page Turner, Papa Wolf, Healing Hearts, and Dozing. (though fair warning, 4 of the 5 are REALLY OLD)

5: Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all of them, but I also have ADHD and social anxiety so there are times where I don't or I forget.

6: What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Of a posted fic, probably Two Days or No Happy Endings.

7: What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Page Turner. it's nothing but fluff.

8: Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. (not yet, at least lol)

9: Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, though I keep most of it to myself. As for what kind, it varies from pretty tame, vanilla sex to incredibly kinky and stuff not meant for most audiences.

10: Do you write crossovers?

I have, actually. My most ambitious one being Dark Hearts, which was a Kingdom Hearts fic I started in 2018-2019. Craziest part about it and the reason it will never see the light of day? I'm not even that big of a Kingdom Hearts fan XD I've only seen half of the first one, parts of other games, and bits and pieces of 3. Hence, it will never see the light of day, even if I do finish it. But it has been a lot of fun to write, and I love it so much.

11: Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12: Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13: Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have not, and I'm not sure if I would. I would love to give it a try, but considering my track record for not getting things finished, I would be terrified of not following through with the fic and disappointing the other person.

14: What’s your all time favorite ship?

How... DARE... you ask me that. Do you know how difficult that is to answer? Especially as a poly/multi-shipper? LOL Honestly, I don't know. I have so many ships that I love, but trying to pick ONE - or even like, five - would be difficult.

15: What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Dark Hearts. I love it with every fiber of my being, but I don't think I will ever finish it. I WANT to. Desperately, I want to. But I'm not sure if I ever will.

16: What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and discription.

17: What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing things I've started

18: Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

My opinion is if the character speaks that language, go for it.

19: First fandom you wrote for?

The Legend of Zelda... I think lol

20: Favorite fic you’ve written?

It will probably always be Dark Hearts.

I'll tag @elizaxspears and anyone else reading who would like to participate!

#writing stuff #my writing #long post

[elder-dragon-93]

Devil May Cry 5 theory and headcanon

Another post! And this time for a fandom I actually plan on doing something with! (Spoilers for DMC5) Okay, this one’s been brewing for awhile. You know how Vergil cut off Nero’s Devil Bringer to get the Yamato, and how, right before the final boss fight, Nero’s arm not only grows back, but also looking like a human arm? 

That kinda bugged me when I first saw it. Not that Nero lost his arm, that part was actually pretty good. (Disability rep and an interesting take on battle prosthetics!) No, the part that bugged me was that the arm grew back, and grew back normal!?! Like, come on Capcom, not cool. Not every disabled person want’s or needs to be able bodied. But Nero has only been without his arm for a couple months, and been in a coma for about half that time, so he may have not settled into his disability yet (even though he honestly acts more pissed off that someone got the drop on him and doesn’t seem bothered by the missing arm beyond the mild annoyance that the Devil Breakers keep breaking), and it coming back as a normal human arm could be a visual representation of the core message of the series (and this game in particular), that these half- and quarter-demons are that powerful because of their human blood, not in spite of it, which is... acceptable, I suppose. 

So I was able to rationalize that creative decision in such a way that I could still enjoy that badass ending fight (and what a fight it was!), but then something interesting happened. Right before the end credits fight, Nico hands Nero a new Devil Breaker for him to test out, Nero gets annoyed at her, asking her how he’s supposed to use this now, she tells him to figure it out, and he dissipates his arm and attaches the Devil Breaker to the port that’s somehow still there!

Theory Time!!!

What if the arm isn’t a real arm, but a manifestation of Nero’s will? And what if he can shut it on or off as needed? Like, keeping it manifested all the time could sap his energy, so he uses the Devil Breakers for weaker opponents and only pulls out the spectral arm when he can’t afford the Breakers breaking in the middle of a fight!!! 

Would be amazing worldbuilding, and I full intend on using it in my post DMC5 fics. Just imagine domestic scenes of Nero just casually walking around without his arm or the prosthetics. Peak.

(One last aside; I’m not against limb regeneration as a concept, I just prefer that it be established that it’s a thing that could happen, or, baring that, do it in a way that has the characters questioning it for peak mystery and/or drama.)

#devil may cry #dmc5 #dmc5 nero #nero is best boi #headcanon theatre

[avaantares]

Still going (like the Energizer bunny)

Sooo my fanfiction piracy post from 2022 is still getting hundreds of notes per day, and though most of the notifications are buried, I see enough of the reblog tags go by to have noticed a couple things:

A lot of people are really, really bad about checking post timestamps (if you don't know how to turn them on, here's a tutorial), or clicking through the links to see what the current situation is, or even reading the entire post before jumping in with unsolicited advice. More than a year later, I'm still getting messages suggesting I contact various organizations for legal assistance in getting my pirated work removed -- even though the whole point of the original post was to help other affected authors get their stolen works removed, because I had already filed my own DMCA complaint and knew how to do it. (Happy one-year anniversary to my pinned masterpost that answers so many of those questions/comments in more detail.)

A lot of people are really, really bad at thinking critically about how to protect themselves and their work. One of the most common reblog tags/comments I see is along the lines of, "Good thing I locked my work on AO3 so only people with accounts can read it!" -- as though someone capable of writing a program to scrape AO3, download hundreds of stories and their associated metadata, drop them into an ebook template, generate franchise-specific covers, and then automatically reupload all of that to their KDP account for resale somehow wouldn't be able to figure out how to sign up for a free AO3 account. (I addressed this back in 2022, too.)

Sigh.

But really, I just wish I had a nickel for every time someone has helpfully informed me that the cover image Plush Books slapped on my stolen fic is from Devil May Cry 5. Um, thanks, but I... I know that, actually? Because the story that was stolen is Devil May Cry 5 fanfiction? And I wrote it? 😅

#fanfiction piracy #this post is as pervasive as the seasonal flu #the constant notifications are more of an annoyance than a problem but they do bury actual current notes and that's frustrating

[fabdante]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

I was tagged by my dear friend @thevampireauthoress on this post ! I tag all the fic writers who follow me and see this because I want to see what you guys are up to!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five! I write every day but only started posting fan fic a year ago and I have more I'm cleaning up to post!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 36,380

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A Lot. If post about it odds are I've written something about it in some form or another.

The ones I have public fics for are DmC: Devil May Cry and ATLA. I frequently write for World of Warcraft (mostly ocs) privately though and have been making my way back to TF2, Borderlands, and Bioshock works lately.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Since I have only five I can give the whole rundown asdfghj the Zutara fics are, unsurprisingly, the heavy hitters

An Inexact Science

Detours

Pinky Promise

Crossroads of Catharsis and Contemplation

A Series of Mild Prophesies

Also the stats chart cracks me up:

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I get to most of them! Sometimes when a fic is older and someone just leaves a short little 'this was nice!' or whatever, I don't respond but other then that I do. I get very excited when anyone likes any of my works asdfghjkl

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh...probably Swan Song, which is yet to be posted. Swan Song will definitely probably have the solidly most angst filled ending.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Just limiting myself to what's already posted on AO3, anything in the Circumnavigators of Celestial Bodies series so far has had pretty happy endings. It's not tinged with the like dramatic irony of anything in Drafting A Swan and both fic's thus far in Circumnavigators end on fairly positive notes I think

8. Do you get hate on fics?

As of now, no

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have but I haven't published any of it yet and I'm not sure I will ever. My favorites to write are definitely monsterfucking related, followed by more general kink but like monsterfucking is the best to write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I am an avid lover of crossovers, particularly crazy crossovers. I feel like I have several contenders for the most crazy.

First up would be the massive multi fandom high school au my girlfriend and I developed containing like every video game we liked at the time which I still sometimes write because I find the character dynamics fascinating but I doubt, due to the highly niche nature of this crossover, that it'd ever see the light of day (if you ever wanted August Borderlands and Rachel Amber Life Is Strange to talk on the roof of a trailer in the trailer park they both live in though, I am the gal to ask I guess because boy do I have that and I will provide)

Second up would be in a similar vein but like somehow even less attached to any of the serial numbers qualifying it as fan fic. That one is set in a Bioshock AU where Rapture lasted until the 80s somehow under different leadership. It is also a massive multi fandom AU but this time with gang warfare under the sea in a very AU'd version of Rapture. Similarly, it will never see the light of day with the serial numbers attached because it is just so niche as it is that like...I have no idea who would want to read that asdfghjkl I rarely write it anymore despite loving a lot of the concepts and dynamics, and I feel like it'd just be more effective to just rip off the remaining serial numbers and let it be free if I ever wanted to publish it somewhere.

Third craziest is perhaps less crazy but just very weird. But I have an ongoing series of fics where Brigid Tenenbaum from Bioshock 1 and Booker Dewitt from Bioshock Infinite just sort of hang out in this space beyond time and space and just get very cerebral about their oddly parallel lives and similar traumas because a hill I will die on is that they are the parallels of one another between those games, not anyone else. They're very written 'For Fabdante' so they are not very polished and I call them 'Bioshock Void Fics'

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I am aware of

13. Have you ever co-authored a fic?

When I was waaay younger yes! Those are really old and locked away on fanfiction.net though.

14. What is your all time favourite ship?

Vergil and Kat/Verat from DmC: Devil May Cry. They are my everything.

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I never want to say never because I do intend to finish these things but here's two:

I have this ATLA fan fic tentatively titled Avatar Champloo which isn't exactly a crossover, more just like an Avatar story featuring the Ba Sing Se kids (Jet, Zuko, and Jin) that plays homage to the vibes and general essence of Samurai Champloo, extrapolating on the already very heavy Samurai Champloo vibes of ATLA. Samurai Champloo is like one of my all time favorite shows so living up to it has been a tall order for me and I fear I will never finish this fic asdfghjk.

I have a few Zelda/Zelgan WIPs that I fear I will never finish. One being a very long one shot based off the idea of a Zelgan romance from the perspective of a bodyguard Link which I'm really fond of, but just have a lot of trouble editing. To give perspective, it was the first fic I ever considered publishing on AO3. And it's still not done to satisfaction for me and thus, not my first fic on AO3.

Obligatory Swan Song (my really long multichapter DmC: Devil May Cry, Verat based, prequel) mention. I don't doubt I'll finish it one day exactly, but when that day will be is far beyond my comprehension asdfghjk

16. What are your writing strengths?

Uh...ngl I have no idea lmaooooo I like how I handle small moments, I guess. Most of what I like to write is small moments between people, and I think I'm pretty ok at that. I'm good at rambling.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing multichapter things, I feel. Because I like small moments too much, I struggle to keep things relevant I feel. The biggest issues with Swan Song, I think, are just there being a lot of useless scenes. I struggle a lot with knowing how long scenes should be in something thats more then a one shot and how to transition between those scenes effectively.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I don't know any other language confidently enough to write it, so it's not something I ever do nor have an opinion on. I do write a lot of multilingual characters, and when I do I just tend to write the dialogue in italics then notate that the character is now speaking another language in the descriptor so that the reader knows what the italics mean.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably ATLA when I was a waaay younger. Writing Circumnavigators has been a return to my roots, I suppose, asdfghjk

20. Favourite fic you've written?

My favorite posted fic is definitely Crossroads of Catharsis and Contemplation. It's got everything for me and is exactly the type of thing I love to write the most.

Unposted? Depending on how it goes, I might have a runner up that is a preboot DMC fic which is a grunge band AU told through excerpts from a biography novel and the interviews within about said grunge band. Similarly, it has everything for me and is exactly the type of thing I love to write asdfghjkl

Thank you again for tagging me!! And once again, I mean it when I say please count yourself as tagged by me if you want to answer these because I really, really would love to see what you guys are writing!!

#fabtalks #fab talks #i talked a lot here asdfghjk i have thoughts #but that fucking kudos chart never ceases to make me laugh its so funny #when you write for both the ship that invented ship weeks but also a defunct 2013 reboot with a fandom of like 12 #long post

[ladynamida]

DMC Questions Anon here!

There are many who if you ask them will say they aren't quite convinced that Sparda's dead. What is your opinion on the matter? If you believe he's alive, what do you think has been going on with him all of these years?

Even you you believe he's dead, let's just hypothetically say he's making his return after DMC 5. How do you think this will go? What do you think he's been doing? How will he react to this new world and all that's happened? Most importantly, how will other characters react to his return?

Hi DMC Questions anon!!

Ooooooh I couldn't let this question pass because I actually have semi-formed thoughts on the matter that I can put into some kind of words!

Perhaps it's wishful thinking, but no, I dont think Sparda is dead (...yet). The prologue in DMC1 says he continued to preserve harmony until his death, right? Since DMC is kind of notorious for not giving exact dates for events (unless your brain is especially wrinkly and you manage to get some semblance of a timeline from all of the mainline and ancillary media) I like to headcanon that this epic speech introducing us to Sparda is the story of Sparda as told within the DMC universe. Imagine it as a bedtime story told to children, or the front page of a "Welcome to The Order" pamphlet, if you please. So maaaaybe we could postulate that if the prologue was written/spoken at a different time to DMC1 inside the DMC universe, Sparda is still alive to date (post DMC5) and still has a part to play.

In contradiction to what I've just said, if he is alive, I don't think he will be for long. I wouldn't be surprised if Dante and Vergil find him somewhere down in hell, imprisoned or otherwise incapacitated by forces unknown (maybe even someone pulling Mundus' strings so we can scale up the final boss fight once again 👀👀👀). Instead, perhaps he is trapped in a prison of his own making for reasons also unknown, maybe after trying once again to separate the demon and human worlds to protect his family from the growing threat Mundus posed when the twins were children, the threat that bore fruit on that fateful day. My brain, alas, does not have much space for detail (too many thoughts of Vergil). We're blessed in this fandom with many excellent fics that can explain it though!

Why doesn't Sparda live? I don't think he would make it out of hell, as amazing as it would be to see him answer Dante's antique rotary phone wearing his antique monocle and answering "Devil May Cry" in an equally antique accent. If Sparda were to nobly sacrifice himself to save his children, grandchild and the world they call home (put a sock in it Vergil!) it could be a way for the twins to finally receive some long overdue paternal love after all of those years alone. I don't know if either of them would be able to believe it with anything less than grand gesture. Let Vergil and Dante struggle to reunite with Sparda but ultimately find acceptance, respect and unconditional love for the people they have become. Especially Dante, who despite his claims to "not have a father" did a pretty fine job following his his father's footsteps and protecting humanity no matter how many times he was hurt by them. LET THEM HEAL! Then when Sparda dies it would be extremely bittersweet and oh so angsty.

Nero? I would like to see Nero awed and humbled meeting the saviour Sparda, a demon he was expected to worship as a god during his formative years... maybe for all of 0.0000001 seconds, before he forcibly makes Sparda's jaw drop with the power of his emotional maturity and some good old-fashioned attitude and badassery (is that even a word? It is now - thank you Nero).

Capcom, just on the off chance you're out there, I would eat that up. Please. Don't forget us.

#dmc questions anon #nami rambles #thank you for the questions - they really got the brain worms wriggling this time! #dmc headcanons

[stillwanderingflame]

twenty questions for fic writers

A little writing meme I got from @/alightbuthappypen. I always like looking back on my writing and some of these questions sent me on a fun trip down memory lane.

How many works do you have on AO3?

26. I have a lot more saved or posted to LJ but when I created my ao3 account, I was trying to pick the "best of the best" to share.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

379,781. My tendency to write long fic has only grown over the years.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Oh boy, in roughly this order I’ve written for: X/1999, Weiss Kreuz, Assassin’s Creed (Ezio’s games), Overwatch, X-Men: First Class, Prometheus (sort of), Captain America, and Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Found: Extremely Friendly Fox (魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù)

lost whenever you go (魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù)

A bridge in the dark (陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) )

The Agreement (Assassin's Creed 2)

dying of thirst (魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù)

Until my first MDZS event, The Agreement was managing to hang in at top 3, despite the writing being 10 years old. People like smut, I guess.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do try to but I’m often behind, especially when it comes to event fics where comments might come in faster than I can get to them. As a reader, I never expect a response so I hope people don’t feel bad when they don’t get one, but as a writer I really want to show my appreciation for someone taking the time to leave a comment. Also, sometimes readers leave their thoughts and I want to talk more about them! 

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The angstiest fic I can think of isn’t on ao3. It was part of a set of fics I wrote for an AC BigBang long ago that were based on a fanmix. Sad song = sad ending. 

I don’t generally write angst but if I had to pick from what's on ao3, it’d be my Weiss Kreuz fic since that’s pretty fraught until the end. 

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Um, all of them. 😆 Almost everything I write has a happy ending and usually some pretty sappy moments. Found: Extremely Friendly Fox is probably the lightest, happiest thing I've written.

(Or maybe Soothing Waters because that is literally just an excuse to write a soft moment between Ezio and Leonardo.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don’t think I have. I’ve had someone leave a comment disagreeing with what I wrote in a scene but they weren’t overly rude about it. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. A lot. Half of my ao3 fics are explicit. 😂 ‘What kind’ is an interesting question. I guess I've written many kinds, from vanilla to BDSM and even a couple of darker fics that I don't have on ao3.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Yes, I really like taking characters from one universe and dropping them into another. I don't usually combine the casts from both 'verses (although the Tron fic is an exemption). It's more that I think the characters from one 'verse would be interesting to write in a different setting. The craziest one is a X-Men: First class/Prometheus crossover that is probably nothing like you'll picture.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not, but I had had my fic added to Goodreads, which I don't love.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had someone ask but they were posting on Wordpress so I don’t follow up to see if they posted it. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but not posted anywhere. I co-wrote a Devil May Cry 3 fic with a friend, and then another friend wrote a fic set in one my fics universes, if that counts. We collaborated on characterization details.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

This is an impossible question. 😆 I am as in love with Schuldich/Yohji, a pairing I first wrote about 13 years ago, as I am with Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, which I've most recently written for. And Ezio/Leonardo will forever be in my heart. I guess I love some more than others but I can't pick an all-time fav.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

From recent wips: I have a Jin Ling POV fic that’s the fourth in my vampire AU series that I really want to finish but every time I go back to it, I’m convinced it sucks and no one wants to read the POV of a kid (even if I think JL’s POV is the most interesting for this scenario). I’ll probably never finish it unless I can get over that block.

An even better answer because it's sat around longer: a X-Men: First Class/Mercy Thompson universe crossover. It's XMFC with werewolves, but werewolves as they are in the Mercy Thompson books. Charles is an omega but it's nothing like omegaverse. I'm still really proud of how I blended those universes but omegaverse is so wildly popular, and this is nothing like that, so I figured it had no audience. I was so close to finishing it too. 🥲

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm bad at seeing my own strengths so I'll have to go with the kind of comments I receive and those are usually that: the sex was hot, the emotional beats landed well, or that I had a wild/unusual idea and I made it work.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

This is easier to answer. I struggle with writing sex scenes, even if they're usually received well. And I struggle to write the "connective tissue" between the scenes I picture most clearly. Sometimes this is the whole middle of a fic and sometimes it's just small scenes that are needed to tie together two things I've already written.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I usually avoid writing complete sentences in languages I don’t know but I am guilty of sprinkling of lot of (probably unnecessary and incorrect) Italian into my AC fics. 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

For unposted fic: self-insert Star Wars (original trilogy/novels universe). For something that was posted publicly (before the days of ao3): either X/1999 or Weiss Kreuz. I don't know which came first.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Another impossible question! I have favorites for different reasons. It’s No Good was my first longfic and a favorite because I love that pairing and there’s so little of it that’s not dark.

From my recent work, probably Searching for answers. It’s a niche kind of crossover but I’m really proud of it and want to believe the emotions came through as meaningfully as I tried to write them.

And you know what? Special shout-out to Feelin' Nauti because I re-read that while going through all my ao3 fics and I'm just really proud of the emotion I managed to capture in a 7k fic. (I need to figure out how to do that again.) Plus, I think it has a lot of good lines in it.

#writing meme #writing

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor Chapter 21: Consideration

Chapter 21: Consideration

Note: Sorry that the chapter is a little bit late. I know that this went up a little after 3 am on Thursday morning and I meant to have it up at about 8-10 pm on Wednesday. I had to cook dinner and I ran into some complications that made editing take longer than I planned. Also, I ended up adding 2900 words because I’m crazy and like to suffer hehe… Enjoy!

(-~-)

The young woman was clearly cornered at the back of the alley, unable to pass her opponent but unable to defeat it, either. And whether from pure fear or other determination, she did not back down, her hopeless situation not depriving her of whatever amount of fight she still had in her. It would be admirable if not for how utterly hopeless it was. But at the same time, he couldn't exactly call it foolishness, either. She had no other options available to her. She had to stand and fight, or sit down and die, and it was obvious which she had chosen.

Perhaps he could spare a few minutes… 

Strutting down the alleyway towards her, he surveyed the demon from behind. It was some sort of bipedal goat monstrosity, reddish in tone, flaming, and utterly unfamiliar to him. That last aspect wasn't entirely surprising to him considering that he didn't have an encyclopedic knowledge of every demon in the underworld, but it was always interesting when he came upon an opponent he wasn't familiar with. This might be fun.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, obviously unsure as to whether or not this stranger in the blue coat was on her side or not. But as Vergil stood his ground and slowly drew his blade, facing down his opponent, she seemed to understand, keeping her guard up and not moving, but also doing her level best to stay out of his way. This was her only chance. There was no way she could kill a demon like this on her own, especially with what little weaponry she currently possessed. It wasn't like she would rate her chances normally, but she was realistic about her options as things currently stood.

The demon turned and looked at him, clearly not thinking much of him but aware of the fact that he might interrupt its dinner. Or at least that was what he assumed it had planned for her. It might just be planning to kill her, honestly. He hadn't exactly asked it, and he didn't plan to. Bloodshed simply for the sake of it. And as the demon snarled and took a defensive stance, it opened its mouth, the distant glow of flame in its throat. Oh, so this was going to be one of those demons, was it?

As the demon unleashed its flame breath in the narrow alley, Vergil jumped up into the air, dodging the flames as he ran down the side of the wall and jumped down on top of the demon's shoulders, stabbing it in the back with a downward thrust before front flipping and spinning to face the demons back to dodge its upward grasp, coming down behind it and slicing it down the back as he landed. The young woman slammed against the back wall in an attempt to give him extra space as the standing room became limited, clearly not wanting to get in the way of the man who was attempting to save her life even if she wasn't, to begin with.

"A civilian who understands the concept of staying out of the fight? A rarity." He thought to himself for a moment as the demon pivoted and attempted to grab him. He stepped to the side, only to find that it had anticipated this to some degree, swinging around the opposite direction in a rapid pivot to gouge at him with its claws. It missed his body, the obvious location that it had been aiming for with its claws, but it did manage to grasp him instead, an outcome that he had obviously hoped to avoid.  The narrow alleyway provided little in the way of dodging space, and although he had known that, he was beginning to feel the effects.

The demon lifted him up, snarling in his face as it attempted to squeeze him, finding that he was not going to go down without a considerable fight. He stabbed it in its hand, the demon roaring and ceasing to tighten his grasp, but not releasing him. And as it opened its mouth to attempt to seemingly bite his head off, something flew across up from seemingly nowhere and hit the demon square in the mouth, causing it to real backward and roar and pain, throwing him to the side in what appeared to be reflex so that it could grab its face with both hands.

The demon managed to snag his cloak, pulling it off of him as it swung him around and he made contact with the brick wall to the right of him. He quickly regained his footing, never hitting the ground in the way that he imagined his opponent hoped. And as the demon pivoted to bear down on him with the obvious intent of ending him here and now, he unleashed a volley of rapid slashes into his chest, spinning and nearly cutting his opponent in half with his final strike. The demon reached down to attempt to grab him, but he jumped back quickly, quickly unsheathing his blade as a barrage of black slashes cleaved into his opponent, knocking him off of his feet and onto the pavement behind him, dead. The demon let out a bellowing roar as it failed to stand again, Yamato's blade ringing as the Darkslayer clicked the blade back into its rightful place, finishing the fight then and there.

For a moment, everything was still. Silence settled over the alleyway, the only sound coming from the young woman's breathing who stood at the other end of the alley, still clutching the last brick that she had access to. Without much warning, she took the brick and chucked it at the dissolving demon, managing to smack it in the head just as it faded into nothingness. A final move to assert that she had outlasted it. And as pointless as that retaliatory action might have been, he couldn't help but find that mildly amusing. They both knew that there was no point to what she had just done, but he imagined it brought her some semblance of satisfaction. It was a sentiment that he understood. Vengeance. But he wouldn't indulge in the same behavior. He had to be better than that; to hold himself to a higher standard. It was the least that he could do.

It had been brave of her to throw that brick at that demon in the first place, but after realizing that it could breathe fire, and knowing that she could not do battle against it even if she wanted to save either of them? She seemed to be good at picking her battles. And although he would have managed to get loose without her intervention, he appreciated her efforts, meager as they might be. But it was time for him to go. He had lingered here long enough, especially without his hood to conceal his identity. He didn't need any of these people to recognize him. Word of mouth traveled, and he loathed that. He couldn't control gossip.

Panting heavily, the young woman faced down towards the ground, utterly overwhelmed and suddenly very winded. She couldn’t believe that she was still alive. It genuinely didn’t even feel real. She opened her eyes and looked upward, her heart set on thanking the man who had just saved her life. But to her shocked horror, when her eyes fell upon the place where her savior had been standing just a few moments prior, there was no one there. She hadn’t seen or heard him depart, and she had only glanced away for a split second. But her eyes didn’t deceive her. He was no longer there.

She hadn't even had a chance to thank him… 

(-~-)

Finding a place to spend the previous night had been easier than he was accustomed to. He had ventured to a local hotel only to find the front desk unattended and the building seemingly abandoned. A logical course of action when demons swarmed your city, especially when a large swath of the population had fled for the hills for the time being. He'd simply snagged a set of keys and picked a room. He wouldn't be staying long anyway.

The next morning, however, he vacated the building only to find that people were slowly trickling back into town, the local authorities seemingly attempting to persuade them that everything would be all right. He failed to see how that was a course of action that they actually thought would work, but it wasn't his business anyway. He didn't live here. They were going to have to figure out what to do of their own accord. This was simply their life now, and they couldn't change that, but they could adapt. Theoretically, at least.

But as he watched them assess the damage done to their property, livelihoods, and loved ones, he headed down the street in the direction of the alley he had battled in the night before. He had been able to smell the bakery directly next to it the second that he had left the hotel, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn't somewhat hungry. In fact, he couldn't genuinely recall the last time he'd eaten something. He knew it had been in the last few days, but he hadn't been paying attention to his eating habits very much amidst the pursuit of knowledge that he had embarked upon. 

That, and he was running low on funds. 

A bakery seemed like something in his price point for the time being. And although he wasn't keen to start the day with empty carbs and sugar, needs be what needs must. Hunger was hunger, and he didn't plan to tolerate it any longer than he needed to.

As he rounded the corner, he glanced into the alley where he had fought the night before. That demon had been stronger than the run-of-the-mill rabble that he generally encountered in situations like this. Not strong enough to pose a significant threat to him, but intelligent enough to put up a decent fight, nonetheless. He wondered what those demons had been after in this town yet again, wondering if it might be worth his time to stick around for a little while longer and do some investigating. 

Perhaps this town possessed a library or a public archive of some sort that he could pilfer in his spare time before leaving? He was going to have to check the train schedule anyway. His traveling was done at the whims of the freight industry. He couldn't just charter a ride out of town, so it was best that he'd do something constructive with his downtime. Hell forbid that he relax for 5 minutes. Rest was for the dead and dying. It went against his entire work ethic. No, his lifestyle. It was beyond the scope of simple work at this point. It was a calling. His entire life's work.

As he reached the front of the establishment, he caught sight of something that made quite a bit of sense to him in retrospect: The front window was shattered. The building was narrow and possessed one large glass display in the front, and it seemed that the struggle the night before had rendered it quite useless. Now the strength of the scent that he had caught wind of made a bit more sense. There was no meaningful obstacle to block the smell from wafting down the road. Perhaps at least for the time being this was a benefit rather than a purse. It was free advertising of a sort. 

… Not really. That was just wishful thinking.

Pushing open the door to the small boutique bakery, he was greeted by the pleasant smell of breakfast food and baked goods, the aroma of tea and coffee reigniting a latent desire in him to consume more than he planned to eat initially. He liked to think that he possessed self-control, but places like this tested that hypothesis. Intensely.

Much to his surprise, however, it seemed that he had missed the morning rush as a young woman hurrying out the door with her food was the last customer to vacate the building. He had seen other patrons leaving as he was approached the building, but it seemed that most people were not in the mood for eating out at a time like this.

Approaching the front counter He took in the selection. It was mostly slices of pie, macaroons, and cakes. Daintily decorated and clearly made by hand in small batches, he was surprised at how consistent the quality was. The selection of actual breakfast food was rather small and heavily depleted after the morning rush, but it all seemed rather tasty at first glance. A small variety of breakfast breads stuffed with things like ham and cheese along with what appeared to be a quiche of some sort. Perhaps a mushroom and spinach? And next to it was what remained of a pre-sliced frittata, seemingly a popular item at the moment. Perhaps he would go with that… 

As he looked at the available selection, he suddenly felt the presence of eyes upon him, coming to the conclusion quickly that whoever was behind the counter was probably waiting for him to order or attempting to predict what he might pick out. Vergil looked up at them, not entirely what he planned to say, but perhaps hoping that they would take the hint and give him some space, but all plans even remotely related to that idea quickly fled him as he made eye contact with the individual in question. 

The young woman behind the counter made her way down to the other end of the display, clearly trying to eliminate any obstacles between her and her new customer so that she could speak with him face to face. And as she did so the Darkslayer stood upright, no longer leaning over to view the products on offer. And he incidentally got a better look at her.

And his brain hauled all of its current processes instantaneously as he very literally did a massive doubletake.

Before him stood a young woman who had to be close to his own age, her somewhat frizzy deep red hair reaching down to just barely over the top of her waste. It was pulled back behind her ear and thrown over her right shoulder, bound together very loosely with a series of gray bands that were about two to three inches apart. He imagined that this was probably to keep it out of the way so that she could do her work, but it was also a nice match to the soft gray puff shoulder blouse with wrist-length lace secured by elastic wristbands attached to both cuffs, the fitted pleats in the waist hugging her petite frame. The white polka dots on the gray garment accented the black pants she wore along with her gray boots, the top of which stopped halfway to her knee. The fuzzy trim on the top of the boots tied everything together, making it an elegant but still functional outfit, if not one that he was sure wasn’t probably the standard issue for the establishment. But in truth, he barely noticed these things in comparison to something else about her.

Her eyes.

Simply put, they were stunning. Large and vibrant, they were a lighter medium green that seemed even lighter in this environment than they probably actually were. They held a brilliant light to them that captivated him in a way he couldn’t quite understand. They held so much… emotion. It felt as though she were looking into his very soul instead of at him, although he knew that wasn’t the case. She was an ordinary human with no power or magic, that much he knew for sure. He didn’t sense anything extraordinary about her. Well, perhaps those statements were slightly untrue. She was most certainly special in some way, shape, or form. He just hadn't figured out what that way was just yet. And considering that he hadn't expected to be taken aback like this in the first place, that made perfect sense to him. It was rare that something took him by surprise. It was even rarer that he was utterly stunned.

Her face was somewhat oval-shaped, her chin pointed and her lips full and round, glossy candy apple red lipstick covering them. Aside from a touch of eyeliner to add depth to her large, brilliant doe eyes, that appeared to be the only makeup that she was wearing. She definitely wasn’t wearing any type of full-face concealer, her cheeks covered in small, dark freckles that drew further attention to her high cheekbones and long eyelashes. Perhaps she just wasn’t into that sort of thing. There was no way of knowing, and it wasn’t genuinely that notable regardless. And when she smiled and her lips parted the gap between her two front teeth became evident, something that he normally wouldn’t notice at all but did this time around.

She was probably- no, most certainly- the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in person. In truth, he didn’t spend much time around other people, so that might not be saying much, but he was genuinely stunned by her. He didn’t know what it was. Perhaps it was the way she batted her long eyelashes when she plinked or the pleasant little smile on her face that was more a smirk than anything else as she leaned across the counter and rested her elbow on the counter, resting her face on her palm. He couldn’t pinpoint it, in truth. Any perceived flaws that she might have in the eyes of conventional beauty standards just made her stand out more to him in the best way possible. But regardless, despite his best efforts, he found himself at a loss for words, utterly unsure as to what he’d been about to say before he’d made the mistake of making eye contact with her. He needed to compose himself. He refused to be the fool who became gobsmacked and stupefied just because he was in the presence of someone he found attractive. Very attractive. Undeniably so. Oh, damn it all, he’d already done that, hadn’t he?

"I was hoping I'd see you again, but I wasn't expecting you so soon." Her voice was silky and low, not in volume but in pitch. There was a sort of confidence and certainty to the way that she said those words. This wasn’t a question. She knew factually that they’d encountered one another before, and her delivery of that statement alone was enough to make him second guess his immediate gut reaction to deny this and perhaps ponder her words a little longer.

"You believe that you recognize me from somewhere?" He mentally kicked himself for wasting the breath required to ask a question with an answer that obvious. If she hadn’t thought that she’d seen him somewhere she wouldn’t have said that, now would she? He already knew the answer that she would give, although he wasn’t sure that he knew where he might have seen her before. But as the milliseconds ticked by and he thought about it, he realized that he most certainly did know where they might have run into one another previously.

What were the odds of that… 

"Well, I would certainly hope so. There aren't many people walking around town with a hood on carrying a Katana. The white hair is a surprise, however." She said, a small chuckle emanating from deep in her chest. She seemed to be in a state of amused disbelief as she shook her head, closing her eyes before opening them again. “Very fortunate for me, indeed. You left so soon. I never had the chance to properly thank you.”

"What are you getting at?" Vergil said, now considerably more defensive and on guard than he had been a moment ago. He wasn’t sure whether or not that was a threat, but he wasn’t going to take any chances. As lovely as she was, if she possessed or demonstrated any sort of ill intent against him, he would show her no mercy.

Seemingly picking up on his shift in demeanor and how guarded the formerly calm man had been just moments ago, she stood up all the way, pulling away and no longer lingering near him. She wasn’t sure what was going through his head, and she got the impression that she didn’t want to know, her worry betrayed by her eyes, and her brow furrowed and dipped in the center of her face ever so slightly, anxiety threatening to cause her to panic. 

“I’m sorry if I… I just meant to insinuate that it was good to see you again. I probably wouldn’t be alive right now if not for your intervention. At best I’d be on life support. That thing… it said that it planned to gut me and make me watch… “ She seemed to shrink somewhat, her discomfort at having to even repeat that obvious and genuine. Vergil relaxed his stance somewhat, not out of pity or remorse but from the simple understanding that he had probably misunderstood her intentions and grossly misjudged her. He would keep his guard up as always, but he no longer thought that she posed a threat to him. She never truly had expectations for last night when she’d smashed him in the head with that brick. For someone with such a delicate frame, she had one hell of a throwing arm. Impressive. 

It seemed that his suspicion had been confirmed. She was indeed the young woman from the alleyway that he’d saved during the attack the night before. The same one who had hit a demon in the mouth after it had tried to bite his head clean off of his shoulders. That made sense in retrospect considering the fact that this building shared a wall with it. She’d probably been taking out the trash, locking up, or been chased out there when the attack had happened. Probably a part of why the window was broken and the tables had been tossed into the street if he was willing to hazard a guess.

"I'd love to know the name of the man who rescued me last night. I think I was in over my head." She said softly, giving him a friendly if not awkward smile. He got the impression she hadn’t meant for things to take such a serious turn.

"No." The Darkslayer said plainly, probably more firmly than he needed to. He didn’t introduce himself by name. Not to anyone. That wasn’t something that anyone needed to know unless he decided otherwise. Better to be safe than sorry.

"Oh? You must not have one then." She put her left hand on her and on her hip, her eyebrow raised slightly. It was clear that she was not amused by the bluntness of his statement, but she wasn't going to press the matter. She probably felt that she didn't have the standing to. Her desire to not come off as rude or pushy put her at a slight disadvantage, however. The eldest of the Dark Knight Sparda's twin sons did not possess this particular qualm.

"You will have no need to use it. I am simply passing through this town as I do any other." Vergil said simply, not so much annoyed as he was just over having to explain anything to her. He hadn’t come here to do that. True, she wasn’t asking him anything unreasonable, but he just didn’t like small talk.

"You're a drifter of sorts, then? Then I suppose I'm extraordinarily lucky that you happened to arrive when you did, then." The young woman with the dark red hair said, seemingly intrigued by this revelation. She had assumed that he was from out of town due to the fact that she'd never seen him before, but to meet someone who traveled frequently and didn't settle down at any location? That was fascinating to her. He had probably seen so much that she never had despite being a very similar age. “I would ask you about your travels, but I get the impression you don’t indulge in small talk. Understandable.”

"This entire backwoods little township is lucky I arrived when I did. Though I can't say they wouldn't have survived without me. Last night they seemed…" he spared a glance at her, recalling their little incident with the brick. She truly did have quite the throwing arm for one so petite. A part of him was still shocked by how hard shed hit him. "Capable… of defending themselves. Or, at least she would have been if not for the opponent she'd been up against. She has potential, at the very least. She's not afraid…"

"I wouldn't say as much."

"Well, I would have to politely disagree. You saved my life." She said softly, perhaps wondering if he regretted stepping in to save her. She genuinely hoped that she wasn’t annoying him by having this conversation. Maybe it was best she changed the conversation? She sincerely did care, even if she couldn’t even say that she barely knew him. "I have to pay you back. It's the least I can do."

"No, you do not," Vergil said, folding his arms around himself, Yamato tucked into the inside of his coat but still in his grip. He never put it down if he could help it, probably part of why she’d noticed it and mentioned recognizing the sword in the first place. She probably couldn’t pick it out specifically if asked to do so, but as she’d said, there were very few people who walked around carrying a weapon like this.

She seemed almost sad to hear this, a twinkle of something resembling pain in her eyes. From what Vergil could tell, she seemed genuinely hurt that he would not allow her to compensate him for what he’d done. But that simply wasn’t why he’d done it. He was not available for hire. He either did it because he wanted to or didn’t do it at all, and despite the fact that he wasn’t going to explain that, he did begrudgingly admit internally that perhaps he was being unnecessarily cold to someone who genuinely just seemed to want to be nice to him. Perhaps just a smidge mean. Maybe he could… 

"... I do not require compensation for my actions, financial or otherwise." Vergil rephrased, presuming that clarifying might make his intentions more clear and less of a metaphorical slap in the face. Perhaps this would feel less like he was slamming an open door in her face right after walking through it when he knew she was right behind him. “I did not expect or desire for you to thank me when I liberated you. It isn’t necessary. Think of it no longer.”

She seemed to think on this, nodding to herself quietly, her expression much less pained, but she was clearly considering something other than his words. He sincerely hoped that she wasn’t going to insist. It was a wonder to him that he hadn’t simply walked out of the establishment by now. He wasn’t nearly hungry enough for all of this. Some people had low social interaction thresholds. He didn’t have one at all.

"Come on. Humor me for a moment before you go. Let me make you dinner at least. You said you were a drifter, right? When's the last time you've had a nice home-cooked meal?" She said, mustering a pleasant smile, clearly trying to appeal to some sort of latent desire she hoped he possessed. It was a long shot, and she knew that, but she had to do something. After all, who didn't like food? This was clearly something that she didn’t typically offer, but then again, this wasn’t a typical situation. “I promise I won’t lace your food with arsenic like a dissatisfied Victorian housewife.”

He was about to refuse her answer out of pure reflex alone when he actually took in the words she had asked him. A dinner proposal. It had been… Now that he thought about it, he genuinely couldn't recall the last time he'd had a meal cooked in the home of another person, especially not one made specifically for him. Probably not since his mother had… She had a valid point, whether she knew it or not. She had no way of knowing his past to that extent, but still. She’d touched on something deep within him that he hadn’t expected her to. He’d gone from mildly annoyed by her persistence to… something else in the blink of an eye. This was… curious.

Vergil looked up at her, noting that there was a certain softness to her demeanor. He was willing to bet that he was making her very uncomfortable with his silence and overall behavior, but that wasn't what her facial expression registered. It wasn't quite a look of pity, but she seemed to pick up on the fact that perhaps she had struck a nerve, and not in the way that she had wanted to. No, this was sympathy. Empathy. He got the impression all at once that she might be able to relate to how he felt, even if she didn't know it. Perhaps it was something he had said or done? Perhaps she was simply just that perceptive. And then, of course, there was always the possibility that he might be reading too much into things, but that was rarely the case.

"Um… please forgive me if I overstepped. I didn't mean anything by-" She started, but she did not get a chance to finish. Vergil slowly held his left hand up to silence her, not willing to hear anything further. He was still thinning, as embarrassing as that was to admit. He was going to need really think about this, as simple and benign of a request as it might seem at a glance.

"... I will consider it." He said simply, not looking at her. He hadn't expected to be offered payment for his actions, and he knew that he would never accept it… but perhaps dinner was something that he would entertain. He was going to need to develop the capacity for small talk, however… That would be a steep learning curve.

"Well, that's a start. I really hope you end up saying yes. In the meantime, here. Have this." Before he could say anything to the contrary she stepped over to the side, sliding open the glass door to the front display that held some of the baked goods in front of her. She then grabbed a small light blue wedge-shaped box off of the top of the case and folded it into the properly completed shape, a contrast from its flattened form a moment prior. She then used a wedge scoop to select a slice of pie from the display, slipping it into the box carefully before stepping back and closing the glass door to the display. The young woman then secured the container with some sort of rubber band, looping a ribbon around it from the pre-cut sections that sat on the counter behind her, intended for the macaroons if the display on the wall behind her was anything to go by. She then walked around the side counter and stood in front of him, taking long strides with her proportionally long legs, a pleasant smile on her face that her eyes mirrored. She held the tiny box with both hands, presenting it to him as though she were offering the demon slayer in blue something precious beyond compare. She seemed genuinely pleased to give this to him.  Quietly excited, even. Eager. Was she attempting to poison him?

The Darkslayer was clearly taken aback by the suddenness of the gesture, and in an effort to simply reclaim his upper hand and not utterly crush her spirits out of pure petty cruelty, he nodded and took the box from her. He would be lying if he said that he didn't actually want to slice up that blueberry pie. It looked delectable. "I'm going to make a fresh batch of them shortly, so you don't have to worry about it, if that’s what you're thinking. It's on the house. I pegged you as a blueberry sort."

Vergil simply nodded as he usually did, receiving the pastry and then turning his attention towards the door. He could feel how giddy she was to have finally convinced him to take something from her. But as he took a few steps to leave the building, he paused, his steps halting. He then turned and slowly looked over his shoulder partially, her eyes raising to meet his glance after a few prolonged moments of silence. And she smiled ear to ear, a simple joy in her face that left him strangely breathless. A simple nod would not do in this case. "... Thank you. I will return later."

Still glowing with happiness, she leaned forward onto one foot, her leg up behind her as she waved at him, hopeful and nearly losing her balance in the process. He vacated the premises, sighing as he noticed that the sun was now bright in the sky above him, his eyes straining as they adjusted. And as he closed the door behind him and stood out in front of the small bakery taking in the sites of the half-wrecked city block in front of him, he wondered for a second if he would actually humor her. He would certainly return as he’d promised as he wasn’t one to lie, but he wasn't sure just yet. It was something he would have to think about. But the fact that he had to think about it all told him that the endeavor might be worthwhile after all.

… A home-cooked meal did sound nice.

Sitting down and opening the box, he took a tentative bite out of the pie, pleasantly surprised by the fact that it was actually very good. Most blueberry pies that he ate were far too sweet but this… he wasn’t sure he’d ever admit it, but it was very good and he actually liked it. And as he took a second bite, he caught a glimpse of her leaning against the door on the inside of her shop, barely containing her excitement upon witnessing him take a second bite. He resisted the urge to shake his head, amused. Perhaps he would humor her after all.

(-~-)

Okay, so this was really fun to write. I used to write SO many stories about teenage Vergil back when I was like 14-15 before I took my decade-long break from writing and came back to write Soliloquy… weird to say it was that long omfg. But anyway, this was a return to something I used to love to do, and I hope that his more fickle personality is a good but still in character contrast to how I normally depict him in the story. He had a lot of growing to do hahaha! But anyway, I’ll see you in the comments and on Friday. Take care, everyone! Thanks for all the feedback on the last few chapters!

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[unrestricted-chaos]

Introductions are kinda important:

Since I haven't gotten anything edited and ready, I suppose I should introduce myself so my blog isn't just blank. I may have jumped the gun creating this without having a post you know ready... But I digress. Now let's see, I'm in multiple fandoms, actively and passively. There are ones that I only write, some I only read, a few that I do both [though to be honest if I write the fandom, I don't usually read it... I'm usually too distracted by the plot bunnies], and others that are from my younger days. The fandoms I started with when I was in my early teens I haven't interacted with too much, but still go out of my way to look through, even though they are small and some of the fandoms are just about dead. I read more than a dozen fandoms though, and write at least half of them. Most of my Arcane knowledge comes from my League of Legends days and the lore of Runeterra. I don't have netflix, and have only seen parts of the show. So nearly everything I write is Canon Divergent from that alone. That being said some of the things I have written fanfiction [or plotted] stories for in the past couple years include the fandoms of:

The Isle of the Lost

Graceling Realm

Naruto

League of Legends/Arcane

Ghost Hunt (Anime)

Devil May Cry 5

Stranger Things

Miraculous Ladybug

Batman

Fullmetal Alchemist

K (Anime)

That being said, right now I am writing quite a few different Timebomb fics and will be editing up a bunch that I wrote this month.

I think I'll probably post some drabbles here as well as some fics.

Now I do have a few rules for myself when I write going forward to post online. The first is simply that I do not want to post a multi-chapter fic if I do not have at least 80% of the story written down and half of that in edited format. I often get bad cases of the plot bunnies, and I will write more than I have time to edit. All of the time. The second is trying to keep a schedule for updates. I write nearly entirely for myself, and I will read my absolute bare bone fics all of the time without editing them, because I know my brain. This usually means editing is on the back burner. I don't want that. I want to be better at editing and have the practice since I also write original fiction in my spare time to entertain myself. I don't care to much for TV or Movies, but I do watch youtube sometimes, though it's not very often. I do enjoy reading and going for walks as much as I can. For anyone who has stumbled upon this introduction and read all the way through, I have a question, if you are in any of my fandoms, what your favorite ships?

-Eden

#first post #fanfiction writing #introductory post #don't wanna leave my blog blank... #unrestricted-chaos

[polarisbibliotheque]

Sorry, I saw one post and a half of yours and I'm already a fan.

I still have to scroll down your blog to see more about you, but I saw that two-post-long answer you made for an anon ask (btw, you have such poetic vibes :D your style made me smile, seriously) and I couldn't holf myself to ask:

Hm, have you ever heard of... I mean, "whump"?

If yes, what are your thouhts on it?

(you don't need to answer this, specially if it makes you unconfortable in any ways or anything else XD)

However, I hope you have a wonderful day/noon/afternoon/evening/night(?) !

Hello hello!! First things first, sorry for taking SO LONG to answer, I had a ton of health issues the last couple of months >.<

Secondly, thank you SO MUCH for being so kind!! I saw all your reblogs of that huge answer for such a tiny thing I did and thank you. I'm really happy you like my style too, that makes me smile!

Now now, about your question on whump, I'm gonna be very honest, I had to Google it to make sure we're on the same page HAHAHAHAHAHA

Jokes aside, I know it's sort of a term for hurt/comfort fanfiction - but it's not really clear to me if it's a kink thing or not.

Because you see, if you're talking about hurt and comfort, I mean, that's basically what I write HAHAHAHA writing for the Devil May Cry fandom, inevitably someone will be hurt/tortured/mentally abused somehow.

Or impaled. A lot.

(I mean, that's all this bitch has done for the past 5 games)

And also there's the whole thing with Vergil, his twin brother, being kept as a slave in Hell for 20(?) years and coming back after dragging his crumbling body out of there to find out he has a son and being the peak of cluelessness in the Universe - and me being adamant he deserves love after all that.

So I guess everything I write has a LOT of hurt - and I even put some serious warnings before the fics, 'cause everyone is traumatized in this household - but despite of that, they still can find love, happiness and somewhat soothe all that pain and trauma.

(dramatic, real, horrible, but stil comforting xD)

As a kink, though, I don't enjoy it - and I also don't enjoy putting characters I love through pain and suffering just because. That's why I have a love/hate relationship with horror media: I LOVE horror, but I HATE exploitation.

Movies that have just people being abused, hurt, dismembered and all that kind of horrible stuff happening just because without a real reason to be on the plot - meaning, torture porn - just make my blood boil. And there's a lot of that in horror.

I like when things are more psychological and actually have a REASON to be there. So, in my writing, I'll never torture a character just for the pleasure of doing so and for the pleasure of the reader, I need a point out of it.

For instance, on my cyberpunk-style story, both main characters have gone through a terrible experience together and lost someone who was really dear to them. Both of them went through a lot of physical pain, lost some limbs and needed to install cyberprosthesis, and lost everything they had worked for til that point in their lives.

Horrible, yes. But they had to go through it so I could start the story: because of all of this, the guy made an anarchist/terrorist group and just wants to burn down the city along with the people in power who allowed all that to happen to him, while the woman becomes the best killer for hire so she can get enough money to live and, eventually, retire.

All that physical and psychological pain is a very important plot point and I can't take it away from the story, or else there's no story to begin with. Meanwhile, every time I'm writing I'm thinking "how can I make this as unpleasant as I can so the reader can understand the crushing feeling of all of this?" hahahahaha

That's why I'm not into pain kink - I respect everyone who is, but I can't do it, I feel no pleasure from it.

That's my opinion, I think. For pleasure's sake, I don't like it, but for plot, I really like it. I think it has a hopeful note to it - that even after the storm, the days will shine bright again, you just have to go on. That's what I enjoy from writing things like this, the hope.

Who would've known, I'm not 100% a bitter bitch hahaha

Reading my personal original stories, I think all of them have a painful background and many unpleasant scenes. But I like it, because it's human nature and how life is: bad things will happen, we can just try to make the good ones count even more :)

I hope that was a good answer to your question hahahaha

Thank you once again, and I hope you have a lovely week ahead!! Feel free to spend some time around and ask things if you'd like! ^^

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30 posts created (3%)

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I tagged 245 of my posts in 2022

#nesta archeron - 29 posts

#thanksvember2022 - 28 posts

#nessian - 28 posts

#cassian - 24 posts

#the old guard - 17 posts

#dream of the endless - 16 posts

#the sandman - 15 posts

#hob gadling - 15 posts

#yusuf al kaysani - 13 posts

#dream x hob - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 114 characters

#what about the rest of us poor writing simps trying not to absolutely loose it everytime you post a snippet huh???

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So we have another late one. May I start with the fact that this fic is a beautiful version of the “if you love me go to sleep, know your limits”, meme. And I ADORE it. It is wonderful and warm and Dream is in his soft boi era and I’m in love with it. The fact that Dream experiences every dream of every living thing and yet his feelings for Hob are SO STRONG that he NOTICES when he is not there is enough to make me cry. But Dream reveling in the routine of Hob’s life had me in a fucking puddle. The way Dream just wants to be a part of it as much as he wants to simply be present for it. You can feel the eons of existing in the way his feelings are described and that is once again a BIG favorite of mine. I love how Hob is so unfazed by him at this point in his life that he just figures this might as well happen but there’s still a little bit of embarrassment, not really embarrassment but…being unnerved for once? I don’t know how to describe it, but the way that Hob for the first time realizes that he’s sharing this tiny part of domesticity with Dream, but he’s almost too tired to be fully embarrassed about it. Anyways, if you love Dream x Hob domesticity as much as I do, READ THIS. Absolutely loved it! Thanks to @astrangebird for sharing! 💜💜

12 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#4

Oh no I missed a day....GUESS I'M DOING TWO POSTS THEN!!!!

For day 11, I give you an incredibly recent read! Oh, the way my heart actually skipped a beat reading this. I've said it before but when writers can portray the depth of years onto an ancient character the writing SLAPS 👏🏾. Listen kids, Dream of the endless is basically the pathetic meow meow equivalent to an eldrich terror. Reading fics about him is honestly a LARGE hit or miss for me. Because people will either treat him like a horny teenager or a boring old man. He's the collective unconscious of EVERY LIVING THING. That being said, the portrayal I have of him in my head is a pretty damn high standard. BUT SHIT @fellshish really hit the nail on the head for me. It's not that Dream never acts dumb about stuff, it's just the WAY he's dumb about stuff is so...well...different. The way that Dream's inner monologue is in SUCH denial if not only for the fact that as long as he has control then none of it is real. Until it is, until he wants it to be real so badly that he forgets a bit that this is HOBS DREAM. I absolutely love how at the end of it all, he gives the choice back to Hob. He stops trying to control destiny as if that wasn't what he's been doing this whole time. He surrenders...to Hob. And the romanticism of him surrendering to him regardless of how Hob reacts was just absolutely beautiful. Anyways, now that I have 1,000% spoiled this fic for you, you should STILL go read it! Thank you to @fellshish for sharing! ❣️

12 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#3

I don’t think you guys understand how much I needed this. Netflix has a habit of cancelling shows with representation in them and I’m scared for this show. Fingers crossed that the bastard son and the devil himself gets renewed for season two! 🥹 Now, this fic. I needed something to fill my head with after this show became my new hyper fixation of the week. The show is so much fun and I honestly love the poly vibes that I’m getting from the main trio! No love triangle, just a triad. As it stands this fic is like getting a warm cup of hot chocolate after being outside in the snow. After the emotional STORM that was that season finale, reading this was like tying a beautiful bow on top of a heartbreak. This fic had me yearning for the love these three have for each other in the darkest times. And hey, maybe this wasn’t the cheerful bow that other people want, but it’s the aftercare post massacre that I needed. Because maybe the bad times were the good times ❤️. So if you’re obsessed with this show just like I am, go give this a read! Thanks to @wandersmoklight for sharing! 💝

14 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#2

We’ve got something new folks! No nessian today! 😂 Okay, I will admit I watched the old guard movie before I read the comics but I’m SO glad I did!!! Props to @hoax1918 for the artwork it is GORGEOUS! This fic goes into an everyday detail that I absolutely love! I love how this just exposes the reasons they care for each other and how they got there. It’s a simple gesture, but they can’t help it! They’re literally magnetic. There’s something about the story that just brims with the electricity of the possible. I fully enjoyed just how hard they’re trying NOT to be fond of each other in public. But again, they can’t help it and I will forever love the pining in this dynamic. Nicky and Joe just have this sweet sadness about them before they become a couple and I don’t think I’ve found that in many other ships! So if you’re looking for a bit of ancient yearning definitely give this fic a read! Thanks to @shadowhannibad for sharing 💘

18 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ok I am still on my Dreamling domestic bullshit. Sorry not sorry. This really made me want to curl up by a fire and hug a cat. The way that this just slaps me in the face with the need to have someone care for me, the tiny details of everyday care just KILL ME. And that’s it isn’t it? That’s the love that Dream and Hob so desperately need, they want someone who will love every detail of who they are. I think that’s what they deserve! After centuries of pining and being alone, Hob doesn’t want to hold back! And Dream is venturing again into love when it has never turned out well for him, he’s afraid. The apprehension that this fic explores, the silent touches, and HILARIOUS timing on Dreams part. But Dream is never convenient is he? And Hob for all that he is has never bothered to care! Not when he was rich, not when he was poor. Dream just integrating himself into Hob’s life accidentally! Literally chefs kiss 💋! This fic really is just full of details that I continue to loose my mind over (because I definitely read it too many times). Sometimes after reading the sandman I forget that Dream loves quiet, yet so so loud. He integrates the person he loves into his very being. He has seen every for of love every living being has to offer. Love is a part of Dream as much as slumber. I absolutely LOVED every bit of this fic! And if you love Domestic Dream and Hob, you NEED to read it! Thanks to @wordsinhaled for sharing! 💙💙

33 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

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