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skvaderarts · 19 days

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Petrichor Chapter 69: Unpunctual

Chapter 69: Unpunctual

Note: A shorter one this week, but I still hope you enjoy!

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The rain had forced their hand, causing them to remain at the station for about an hour before it had finally let up.

Pouring in an angry, writhing torrent, the maelstrom had battered the train station for what seemed like ages before it had paused, at least initially. People had rushed from the station, attempting to reach waiting vehicles or to make mad dashes to their hotel rooms and homes only to be tangled in the second wave of the storm that arrived not ten minutes later. A sight that the twins found humorous, even if a person or two did slip on the way to their destination. But a bit of freezing rain had never hurt anyone. Right?

Making their way down the street through the puddles and past the racing waters that coursed the storm drains at the curbside, the two of them initially walked along in silence with only the sound of dripping water and boots making contact with the pavement between them. Dante didn’t need to ask if Vergil’s thoughts were preoccupied. He wasn’t stupid. Well, he knew some people who might argue otherwise, but still. He wasn’t oblivious to his older brother’s silent reflection on the situation and the underlying sense of anxiety that radiated off of him even if he didn’t visually give it away in almost any way. It was subtle just as it had been before, but its intensity hadn’t died down at all, either. The devil hunter in the red coat wondered if Vergil would even be able to speak if they finally located her.

No, not if. When. They had to find her. They would find her.

“So what will you say to her when you see her again?” Dante opted to break the silence. It was probably a good idea to distract Vergil from the task at hand, even if only for a moment. Letting him dwell on the past was rarely ever a very good idea.

Vergil didn’t initially respond, lingering on the question in silence as they continued forward. That was a hard question to answer. They both knew that. In fact, that had been the reason that Dante had asked in the first place. It would force Vergil to think about something else for the time being because the younger of the two knew that he hadn’t come up with a script or a stilted response of any sort. That just wasn’t how he worked. As a general rule, he didn’t say things that he didn’t mean. And Dante was willing to bet that that aspect of his personality certainly applied in this case. He wasn’t going to half-ass a response to the woman whom he’d shared such an important part of his life with. He’d decided to have a child with her, for crying out loud. She was important to him. Or at least she had been at one time.

Dante looked over at him as they continued to walk. No. She was still important to him. He couldn’t hide that even if he tried. That hadn’t changed in all these years. Perhaps some of the struggle born of this situation was having to face the reality that she might not feel that way about him anymore. It was a realistic expectation. There was no reality where she had forgotten about him, but she most certainly hadn’t sat around all these years and pined wistfully over him like a lovestruck child. At least he hoped.

Maybe Vergil was just afraid that the love she’d once had for him had turned to hate, something that Dante knew his older twin felt he deserved for his actions, intended or not. And facing that was going to be difficult. Exceedingly so.

“I’ve been asking myself that since we left the office.” Vergil finally said, breaking the lingering silence. He didn’t elaborate any further, proving that Dante’s assumption was correct. Vergil was just going to go in and tell her the truth. He wasn’t working off of a plan of any sort here.

Opting to probe just a little harder at the risk of sparking ire between the two of them under such circumstances, Dante continued, working under the assumption that Vergil was more or less beyond the stage in their relationship where he would attempt to murder him on the spot for digging at a sore spot. Vergil had claimed to be trying a new approach, after all. “And did that get you anywhere or are you still…?”

Looking at him in an almost curious maner, Vergil shook his head before turning his attention forward again. From what he could tell, they were almost at the desired location. “Hmmm. It would appear it did not.”

“Yeah, I figured that,” Dante said with a slight huff. This was going to be one awkward conversation; perhaps the most awkward he’d ever seen. The idea of seeing Vergil attempt to walk to a woman he liked this much would be entertaining if not slightly cringeworthy under any other circumstances, but this? No, this was going to be rough, to say the least. I think I get it, though. In theory, anyway.”

Vergil gave him a skeptical look, silently indicating that he was in the right jurisdiction but perhaps not the right precinct in regards to being 100% sure what his younger twin meant by that. Vergil could make some guesses, though. Or at least he normally could. He was preoccupied. And Dante noticed this, opting not to let him wonder and to elaborate instead.

“You probably won’t admit it, but you care what she thinks about you. And you don’t want to know how much her opinion has changed since you’ve been gone.” Dante made the executive decision to not dance around the topic any longer and to just dive head-first into it instead. Maybe it was better to just rip the bandaid off now and get it over with. “That’s what I’m thinking, anyway.”

“Since I vanished into thin air and seemingly abandoned her when she needed me most, you mean,” Vergil said, his tone noticeably more morose than it had been a moment ago. He wasn’t going to say yes, but he wasn’t going to disagree, either. Both of them knew that was essentially the same as direct confirmation as far as their personal standards were concerned, anyway.

“Yeah. Something like that.” Dante almost wanted to laugh at how bad that sounded, but he didn’t want to seem like he wasn’t taking his brother seriously. He absolutely was. This entire situation sucked and they both knew it. But there was no running from it. That wasn’t what they did. And it never had been unless there was literally no other choice. And even then sometimes they stood their ground like the fools that they were, refusing to back down and retreat. Surrender just didn’t run in their blood. “I think this is it. Pretty sure this is the right street.”

“Mhmm.” Vergil nodded a single time in agreement as they stepped around the corner onto a quiet street. His brow furrowed slightly as they scanned the addresses, taking in the block in front of them. It was a street shaded by old, established trees. It was tidy, shady, and peaceful with rows of duplexes lining either side of the street and parking spaces on either side of each unit with small fences dividing the individual properties. Shaded porches and landscaped yards were a staple of the area. All in all, an unassuming, quiet little neighborhood.

But as they searched for the address, the two of them noticed something that neither of them had expected to find. A moving van. And it was at the address that they’d been looking for.

“Well… That’s not good.” Dante said, somewhat stating the obvious but not really thinking about it at the time. Vergil heard him but didn’t acknowledge him, instead heading over towards his previous destination just that little bit quicker. Dante followed closely behind, unsure as to what his older twin was about to do, but certain that he didn’t want to lag behind. Oh no. This wasn’t good…

… This was a problem. Had they just caught her in the process of moving out, or were these new people moving in?

Were they too late?

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Ah yes, this cliffhanger is pure evil. I apologize. But you will find out soon enough! I’ll see you in the comment section and next Friday on 4/12/2024! Take care and I’ll see you all soon! Bye bye!

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dmbakura · 11 months

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dmc fic masterpost

making a masterpost of my devil may cry fics because i uh... wrote a lot. most of these are Vergil/V focused unless otherwise specified.

Multichapters:

Astragalus - E rating, V is a witch/separate person, post-dmc3 AU. hurt/comfort and angst

Verbena - E rating, sequel to Astragalus. heavy angst and hurt/comfort.

A Place to Belong - E rating, post-dmc5 canon, V returns as his own person

Little V Lost - T rating, gen but with side VerV. main focus is Nero and Vergil. dadgil content. post-dmc5

The Sum of His Parts - [IN PROGRESS] M rating, gen, Vergil is unable to take Nero’s arm but splits apart in his garage instead, Nero dealing with V and Urizen, sickfic

Oneshots (most are VerV smut):

Nightingale - E rating, vampire AU (V is a vampire, Vergil is a hunter) PWP

Velvet - E rating, sequel to Nightingale, PWP

A Lesson in Vulnerability - E rating, post canon PWP

Deconstruction - E rating, PWP

Eternal - E rating, PWP

For Want of a Nest - E rating, mating/heat cycles, post canon

Febris - E rating, mating/heat cycles, post canon

Phantom Pains - M rating, post canon angst

Human Heart - E rating (first VerV I wrote!!)

They did it in the van - E rating, PWP, poor Nico’s van

Simulacra - G rating, gen, V and Trish have an existential discussion

#dmc fic #devil may cry #vergilv #my fics

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findroleplay · 2 months

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25 NB, looking for 21+ partner(s) to be write silly and serious with

Do you love being delusional? Are you full of headcanons? Do you have ocs? Use Discord? If so, hit me up!

I love making delusional au's and plots where the canon is just the blueprint for my own grand schemes.

Romance and angst? Hell yeah!

Dark themes and beats? Absolutely!

The fun only stops when minors in nsfw situations are brought up. 🔥

Current fandoms n muses:

Jujutsu Kaisen (Satoru Gojo, some Mahito, an oc or two)

Chainsaw man (Angel, some Makima, an oc or two)

Devil May Cry (V, an oc or two)

and some others!!

If you're interested, like this post! I'll try to get back to you ASAP!

#roleplay #rp #jujutsu kaisen rp #chainsaw man rp #devil may cry rp

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findyourrp · 2 months

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25 NB, EST, looking for 21+ partner(s) to be write silly and serious with

Do you love being delusional? Are you full of headcanons? Do you have ocs? Like using Discord? If so, hit me up!

I love making delusional au's and plots where the canon is just the blueprint for my own grand schemes.

Romance and angst? Hell yeah!

Dark themes and beats? Absolutely!

Canon x canon? Yes!!

Oc x oc? Absolutely!!

Canon x oc??? Of course!!

The fun only stops when minors in nsfw situations are brought up. 🔥

Current fandoms n muses:

Jujutsu Kaisen (Satoru Gojo, some Mahito, an oc or two)

Chainsaw man (Angel, some Makima, an oc or two)

Devil May Cry (V, an oc or two)

and some others!!

If you're interested, like this post! I'll try to get back to you ASAP!

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #chainsaw man rp #devil may cry rp #jujutsu kaisen rp

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the-au-queen · 3 months

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rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in you wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it. and then tag as many people as you have wips

@hergan416 tagged my YGO account but since my WIPs are all over the place, Imma use this account instead hah Be prepared. I have a lot of WIPs

Additionally; due to the reasons listed above, I will add fandom/ships behind the file names. Italics: drabbles, no plan on publishing, mostly written for friends. Bold: multi-chapters in need of a new chapter.

This is going to be extremely long, so the Read More is more of a warning than anything.

Okay so. To not subject the poor souls I'm tagging to the horror of scrolling through the read more, I will tag them now.

@thenarcolepticone, @ami-v-dragnire, @forloveoflibertea, @moophinz, @egyptiansapphiredragons and @yuugisbarber

DMC exchange but make it a group project (Devil May Cry, Vergil/Dante)

A not entirely useful lesson in history (Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal, Gen)

Tell me how he touched you (One Piece, Robin/Dragon)

Nightly Visit (Yuukoku no Moriarty, Fred/Bonde)

Blind Mermaid AU That's Lacking A Title/Sonar (Hetalia, USUK)

How Angels Are Made (Hetalia, USUK)

The World Is Rotten (But I Need Your Help) (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Entrust)

some mpreg angst (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

A Night With The Spirit (Avatar The Last Airbender, Zukaang)

Don't You Puyo With Me (Hetalia, USUK)

Prompt 1 (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Gen)

Prompt 2 Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

(Not) Less Of A Person (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Touch Me (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

You, Lovely You (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Entrust)

Let Me Blur Your Lines (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Entrust)

Seahorse (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Don't Call Me Daddy (Hetalia, USUK)

Press Me Up Against Your Lips

Into The Kaibaverse (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Fatal Meeting (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Our Transfer Student Can't Be This Cute (Miraculous Ladybug, Adrienette)

Like and Subscribe To My Heart (Hetalia, USUK)

Remnant (Mob Psycho 100, Gen)

Voice Pining or alternatively It's Been A While (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

I want to see you smile (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Crimson Flavoured (Avatar The Last Airbender, Zukaang)

VRAINS Shipweek (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, various)

Do You See Me (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

The Spirit Of The Ring (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Mage)

Play My Little Game (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Fake Datastorm December (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Roxanne (Hetalia, CanNyo!Eng)

Mirage (Hetalia, USUK)

Time travelling cardverse (Hetalia, USUK)

Seto following the Kaibaverse (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

The Legend Never Dies (Hetalia, USUK)

Devoted Christian Halfblood (Percy Jackson, Gen)

Full Moon (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

3chan (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

People really liked the proposal AU (Hetalia, USUK)

Year of the OTP 2023 (various)

Rosa ft Arthur (Hetalia, Gen)

Belle Smut (Beauty and the Beast, Belle/Beast)

Basically Mona Rules Them All (Hetalia, various)

Unnamed Document (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

KaruShuu Drabbles (Assassination Classroom, Karma/Gakushuu)

White Day fic Diurnal (Hetalia, USUK)

Shatter Me (Assassination Classroom, Karma/Gakushuu)

Drabble to adopt (Hetalia, USUK)

YGOME fem!Judai (Yu-Gi-Oh GX, Rival)

The Memory Of A Beloved (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, MokuSera)

Perfect Stranger (Hetalia, USUK)

Out Of The Dark (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Money for Love/National Anthem (Hetalia, EngMona/USUK)

Oscar (Hetalia, USUK)

Among Mortals (Hetalia, USUK)

False Prince (AKA lame title) (Hetalia, USUK)

Ice Villain Fire Hero (Hetalia, USUK)

Deaf Werewolf Blind Vampire (Hetalia, USUK)

First Day Out (Hetalia, USUK)

Arthur Kirkland's Special Circumstances (Hetalia, USUK)

BuzzFeed Unsolved (Hetalia, USUK)

About Androids and Ancients (Hetalia, USUK)

Sam? Ham? Sham? (Hetalia, USUK)

Small....Big Blunder (Hetalia, USUK)

Arthur (Hetalia, USUK)

Blind, Deaf, Mute. (Hetalia, USUK)

Cookies and Slumberparties (Hetalia, USUK)

Youtube AU (Hetalia, USUK)

Ancient meets Sci-Fi (Hetalia, USUK)

Small dirty lizard thing (Hetalia, USUK)

Mutualism

More (inacurate) intersex England (Hetalia, USUK)

Self indulgent headcanon thing (Hetalia, USUK)

Sand Planet (Hetalia, USUK)

For Maiden (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Comparsion and other hijinks (Yu-Gi-Oh, various)

German prideshipping (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Kissing Babies (all) (Yu-Gi-Oh, various)

Short short drabbles (Yu-Gi-Oh, various)

Drabble Games (Hetalia, Gen, various)

NSFW Drabble Games (Hetalia, various)

Tentacles 'n Stuff (Hetalia, USUK)

Rosa fucks monsters (Hetalia, Nyo!England/monster)

NSFW Request (Hetalia, USUK)

Two (2) of the WIPs listed don't have anything to identify them, as I don't remember what I made them for, and since they're empty docs, I'll just have to count on me remembering at some point in life. *shrugs* Not the first time this happened. I always remember at some point.

#yu-gi-oh vrains #avatar the last airbender #one piece #devil may cry #yuukoku no moriarty #yu-gi-oh #assassination classroom #yu-gi-oh zexal #beauty and the beast #mob psycho 100 #miraculous ladybug #i did not count these and never will #left out: all the shit I still have on wattpad #also left out: ideas I have written down physically #*holds my head in despair* help #hime talks

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fabdante · 6 months

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WIP Game

i was tagged by @thevampireauthoress (thank you friend!!)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

So I have a metric ton of wips. Like a metric ton. I collect them. Ones from years ago I'll pick up and work on again. But some I like more then others and are more likely to be finished, and there are some I've tapped for posting later, so I'll focus on those (i'm also excluding all wow oc related fics) I am also including meta posts I've been clunking away on and I will separate them.

Fic:

Excerpts from :thing of a title of a book here: (the devil may cry grunge band au no one asked for)

The One Were Kat Gets To Yell At Vergil

Kat and Dante make a spread (jail food)

All the lost boys fics i saw mad me angry

Catharsis for Someone (this is a TF2 fic)

Retrospect (this is a Samurai Champloo fic)

Swan Song

Tales of Ba Sing Se redux (this is a Zutara fic)

The Mai/Jet dream captivated me (this is a Mai/Jet au)

The Jet Bit (this is a Zutara fic)

Sparring is good for her, she thinks (this is a Zutara fic)

The really long Zelda Fic

Playlist for a Three-way with Eve, Lilith, and the Serpent (this is an original poem?)

A bug flew into my ear (this is also an original poem??)

ATLA Champloo

Meta:

Eva, Sparda, and the boys

Verat and The Divine

V is Kat theory and some thoughts on Downfall

My Long Running Desire For A Good Sam Cham Essay (this is actually 4 seperate WIPs so if you want to get real spicy you can specify between: Take 3, An attempt at a conclusion, some points on Journey as Growth, Another misc unit of paragraphs)

Essay no one asked for on spiderverse and grief mostly because I'm obsessed with the black out kingpin causes

Essay no one asked for about why Channel Zero upset me

Now that I have presented you all with Too Many Wips, I must admit I don't know who among you are writers with wips you would like to share (as I know many of you do original stuff you may not want to share) so I will instead say: Consider Yourself Tagged If This Seems Fun Because I Genuinely Am Curious

#fabtalks #fab talks #'lau did you get upset about star-' i got upset about star and wrote like 10k words i need to edit for canon consistency and like Quality #also yes i have started the same samurai champloo essay approximately five times #it's actually six but one is just one sentence so that's not fun

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ladykatie512 · 1 year

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wip title meme

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

i got tagged by @seraphfighter. listen, you have no idea what you’re unleashing to this world lmao 😅

tagging… @nightcxty, @neon-pink-witch @seraphtrevs @jaymber @miss-jennifer-cormier and idk who else that hasn’t been tagged yet?? if you have a wip list do this ❤️

okay um… so yeah, fml i went through like 7 folders to get all of these. under the cut because i included everything, even abandoned/forgotten wips. except for mythmance because i have an nda for that lol

a prayer in c (deacon/f!sosu, fallout)

a saint in sinners eyes (vaas montenegro&f!oc, far cry)

a warning sign (deacon/f!sosu deacon/f!oc, fallout)

and saints (nacho varga/f!oc, better call saul)

apocalypse (original fic)

baptism by fire (solas/f!lavellan, dragon age)

bermuda locket (johnny silverhand/f!v yorinobu arasaka/f!v, cyberpunk)

between the bars (f!sosu/kreig, fallout/borderlands)

bitches’ brew (kylo ren/rey, star wars)

bleed together (johnny silverhand(johnnybot)/f!v, cyberpunk)

borderlands au (handsome jack/fiona, borderlands)

comic (original fic)

cyberpunk sequel outline (johnny silverhand/f!v, cyberpunk)

devil i know (nacho varga/f!oc lalo salamanca/f!oc, better call saul)

dragon age (solas/f!oc, dragon age)

firefly/the walking dead (gen, firefly/the walking dead)

gone soverign/absolute zero (loki/harley quinn joker/harley quinn, thor 2011/the dark knight)

happier than ever (rogue/johnny silverhand rogue/santiago, cyberpunk)

hard to be a god (nacho varga/f!oc, better call saul)

heaven (original fic)

hunters (armitage hux/f!oc kylo ren/f!oc, star wars)

i disagree (johnny silverhand/f!v, cyberpunk)

i will fail you (porter gage/f!sosu, fallout)

in waves (gen, game of thrones)

judy/oc (judy alvarez/f!oc, cyberpunk)

moondust (kylo ren/rey, star wars)

narcissistic cannibal (tate langdon/f!oc, american horror story)

ofmd (stede bonnet/blackbeard f!oc/f!oc, our flag means death)

out of this world (nacho varga/f!oc, better call saul)

paparazzi (joker/f!oc, the dark knight)

peacefall (nacho varga&domingo molina, better call saul)

post epilogue epilogue (nacho varga/f!oc, better call saul)

plug in baby (deacon/barbara, fallout)

rdr2 canon divergent (arthur morgan/f!oc, red dead redemption)

rdr2 time travel au (arthur morgan/f!oc, red dead redemption)

safe and sound (loki/f!oc, thor 2011)

self destructor (johnny silverhand/f!v, cyberpunk)

snakes and ladders (evelyn parker/m!v, cyberpunk)

spider/oc (spider murphy/m!v, cyberpunk)

stardew valley (shane/f!farmer, star dew valley)

straying out of sanity (joker/f!oc, the dark knight)

tempest (bucky barnes/f!oc, captain america:the winter soldier)

the end of eternity (loki/f!oc, the avengers)

the negative (v/f!oc, devil may cry 5)

the stage (deacon/f!sosu, fallout)

the unforgiven (gen, the dark knight)

there’s no sex in your violence (daemon targaryen/rhaenyra targaryen, house of the dragon/cyberpunk)

venom (eddie brock/venom/f!oc, venom)

vile (original fic)

violet (john hancock/f!sosu, fallout)

virus (original fic)

voices (original fic)

you are my hell (johnny silverhand/f!v, cyberpunk)

#wip meme ask #writing #now i want all my blorbos to fight #put them in a ball pit #give them pool noodles #and make them FIGHT #also to all the people ehre for and saints/nacho:#heres your chance to get free snippets

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neon-pink-witch · 1 year

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

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

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sparks Fly • Taylor Swift (spotify.com)

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

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom

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

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

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

V - Which character do you relate to most?

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

#phantom bitch ask #cyberpunk 2077

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elinorwritesstuff · 2 years

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What I’m up to

(Updated 2/6/2024)

Main Project:

Title: Portrait

Fandom: Merry Gentry

Characters: Sholto, OC, background characters

Ship: Sholto/OC

Concept: A photographer with a specialty in portraits of the fey gets an intriguing offer to fly to St. Louis and photograph a mysterious sidhe noble. What she finds is a man unlike any she's ever met, and a discovery about her own heritage that has her questioning everything her family told her about her relationship to the sidhe.

Status: Second draft; posting

Other Projects:

Working Title: Nøkken

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Characters: Folklore AU V, gender-neutral reader

Ship: V/gender-neutral reader

Concept: A folklore AU based on the nøkken character from Scandinavian folklore. A cautionary tale about approaching a beautiful man playing the fiddle in the middle of a lake

Working Title: Human

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Characters: V, Nero, Kyrie, Nico

Ship(s): Nero/V, Nero/Kyrie

Concept: V wakes at the base of the Qliphoth, just before it falls. He’s without his familiars, without his demonic power, and without a purpose. He succeeded in his mission, and somehow he knows that Vergil is still whole. So why is he still here? Alone in a human world he’s only begun to understand, he can only think of one thing to do: Seek out Nero in Fortuna.

Status: First Draft

Untitled Silent Hill 4 Project: A classic Walter wakes up after the the events of SH4, resurrected and no longer under Valtiel’s influence. Meanwhile, Henry and Eileen are roommates living in a new city, trying to rebuild their lives. Bonus OC because I love OCs. Third person limited POV switching between Walter, Henry, Eileen, and the OC.

Status: First Draft

Untitled Devil May Cry Project #1: A Dante/OC story, the plot is still a secret. Started as a PWP, probably gonna be a novel-length fic with a complicated plot, because that’s how I roll.

Status: Burning a hole in my head.

#about elinor #dmc fanfiction #silent hill fanfic #dmc fanfic #dmc5 fanfiction #dmc5 fanfic #gangsta.#gangsta fanfic #gangsta fanfiction

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masquerain-with-a-mask · 9 months

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This post got kinda out of hand and may be weird but bear with me

For comprehension purposes; pr refers to the panic room au and mmc refers to mutant may cry

I can't stop thinking about mutant may cry characters, dmc characters and the panic room au turtles associated with dmc5 theme songs all meeting

Let me explain

I've said it before, iatstia's creation was triggered by me listening to bury the light, therefore leo, as well as the entirety of iatstia, were HEAVILY influenced by bury the light (but that's something that'll be more apparent later on)

Mutant may cry was created after joking about iatstia leo being vergil, which then made me create a whole ass au about it

Iatstia has an overarching lore called the panic room au and the panic room au contains three alt timelines, each with a different turtle taking leo's place

Therefore, we have unwilling dimensional traveler raph, donnie and mikey, all of which came from different 2012 timelines, which brings us to the next point

Each alt timeline was created due to my friend joking about me making tmnt fics named after lyrics from subhuman, devil trigger and crimson cloud once i was done with iatstia

So now i planned for the future a raph-centric fic influenced by subhuman, a donnie-centric fic influenced by devil trigger and a mikey-centric fic influenced by crimson cloud

And all i can think about is just. iatstia leo, mmc leo and vergil in the same room and forced to interact with each other

But what's funnier is imagining pr donnie, mmc lita and nero in the same room

And i will not even try to imagine pr mikey, mmc donnie and v or pr raph, mmc raph and dante together because there's just so much that would have to be addressed (which implies the other two don't have anything that needs to be adressed which honestly couldn't be farther from the truth)

And that's not even thinking about what would happen if they weren't stuck with just their equivalent and instead putting all three cast together

#rambles #panic room au #mutant may cry #i'm being silly

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skvaderarts · 1 year

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Petrichor Chapter 42: Sunrise

Chapter 42: Sunrise

Note: Google autocorrect has been getting on my last nerve lately. Nothing drives me up the wall worse than when you write something and then it’s auto-corrected into the wrong word right in front of you only for the program to then tell you that you made a grammar mistake. No, I didn’t. Maybe tell your hyper-aggressive AI to stop putting words in my mouth. Or, in this case, my story. I know what I wrote. Clearly, you don’t. GAH!

(-~-)

Sirrus stood atop the train car, reaching his hand down to help pull his companion upwards and onto the ever so slightly rounded top of the last car on the train. The young summoner gripped his hand tightly as the man with the mostly red hair shifted his body weight, holding onto a maintenance railing in order to keep from tipping forward, knocking them both off of the high-speed train. He pulled V towards him as the man with the white hair clambered up the side of the train, a flurry of rapid movements insuring that he reached his destination smoothly.

Once atop the locomotive, the young summoner let out a sigh of relief, shivering slightly as he hunkered downward. The air up here was bracing and chilly, his eyes watering slightly as the cool air hit them and his vision became blurry temporarily. He shuddered, pulling his coat close to his body. He’d expected the air to be cold up here, and it was something that he could adjust to, but it still took him by surprise.

But as his eyes adjusted to the rushing wind around him, he slowly took in something that he’d neglected to notice previously. The sky around them. It was pale and faint, but the variety of colors and hues was breathtaking as they mixed with the deep, fading blue of the night sky, that blue transitioning to the soft blue of the morning sky as the clouds radiated magnificent shades of purple, pink, orange, and yellow. V felt his breath still as he beheld it, the bright colors reflecting in his eyes as he looked out over the tree-covered horizon, the icy lake off in the distance and the powdery covering of snow atop the trees and the distant mountains simply a sight to behold. It was like something out of the prettiest postcard he’d ever seen.

“This view is… absolutely breathtaking.” The awestruck tone in his voice wasn’t lost on Sirrrus, the other man looking over at him with an eager look of excitement on his face as he realized that their trip up here had most certainly been worth it. That was the kind of child-like wonderment that he’d hoped he’d seen on his friend’s face. He wanted to give him that kind of simple joy, especially after how awkward their interaction had been back in the train cabin. He didn’t want to start the day off sitting in awkward silence in the train cabin. No, he much rather sit up there on the roof in imminent danger of losing his life should they approach an unexpected tunnel. That was much better.

“It is.” He allowed the cool air that blew in from the mountains to blow through his hair as he closed his eyes and savored its crisp embrace. The train was in the foothills now. They could both see the station from here, only a few miles off in the distance, glimpses of it visible through the trees and shrubbery as they approached it. And on the far side opposite the tracks in front of the building was yet another lake, this one smaller but seemingly connected to the one they’d seen yesterday via a snaking river. It was hard to be sure without an overhead view. “I’ve always loved the mist in the air at dawn. It’s just so…”

Sirrus trailed off, not sure what to say to describe it. He knew the word that he had in mind, or, at least the sensation associated with it, but it escaped him at this moment in time. All he had was the feeling it gave him, and he didn’t really mind that, in truth. Sometimes words weren’t necessary and only served to complicate and uncomplicated matters. He subscribed to the notion that silence was indeed golden. Something to be treasured in this world filled with far too much noise.

“Reinvigorating. I believe that might be the world you’re looking for.” V said simply, joining him at his side as they both took in the morning sky, the brisk air becoming just another thing they hardly noticed anymore. Just a small obstacle that they had long since overcome. Like so many before it.

“You may be correct, yes. I think that’s the word I’m searching for.” Sirrus said as he slowly sat down atop the train. Standing wasn’t the safest option, and it wasn’t as though lowering his body position was going to compromise the view. Not in an advantageous position like this. You could see some of this through the interior of the fogged-up windows inside of the train car, but this was far better. Clearer. “We should be arriving soon. In perhaps the next forty-five minutes or so.”

There was a short pause in conversation as V nodded his head in recognition of what his friend had just said. The two of them just sat there in silence again, enjoying the view for a solid minute or two before V glanced over at Sirrus, his friend noticing this but not acknowledging it by moving or speaking himself. He didn’t need to. He knew that V knew he was paying attention.

“I feel like we shouldn’t be up here,” V said in an amused tone, clearly not ready to climb down just yet. But it did seem that the reality of the situation had fully seeped into him and he was really registering for the first time that they were sitting together on the top of a train relaxing, doing perhaps one of the most patently stupid and dangerous things imaginable just because they could. And they both knew that and were indifferent to it. In fact, they were enjoying it. The little thrill it brought them mixed with the simple pleasure of what they were doing up there was hard to explain, but it was a welcome feeling.

Sirrus chuckled at the notion. It wasn’t that he disagree, it was simply the casual, dismissive way that V had spoken those words into existence. “What gave you that idea? How we had to climb up here or the lack of any meaningful hand railings. Or perhaps the fact that we’re on a train with no designated viewing platform?”

V shrugged almost playfully. Those were all good points. The statement hadn’t really required an answer, but he wasn’t bothered by the one he’d received from his friend. It was actually pretty funny when he thought about it like that, even if he wasn’t particularly sure why. “We're going to get arrested.”

“You have my assurances that we won’t,” Sirrus said shaking his head as he actually laughed a bit. As if anyone would be out of their mind enough to even attempt to arrest them. That would be a profoundly troublesome thing to attempt for little to no reason. And no one could see or hear them up here anyway. He’d made sure of that. He liked to take risks, but he wasn’t quite that careless. Yet. “This isn’t my first time up here.”

V shook his head, a soft smile on his face as the two of them fell silent again. They stayed that way for a long while, simply enjoying the atmosphere and the natural splendor around them. It truly was beautiful. That was something that couldn’t be ignored. Fall was perhaps V’s favorite time of year, if only for the way it looked and felt alone. He loved winter, but there was just something about the colors in fall that filled him with… it was hard to say, really. Hope? Optimism? He wasn’t sure he knew the correct words to describe the feeling, but there was something that he wanted to say.

“May I say something important with impunity?” V said in a slightly more serious tone, a tinge of reluctance in his voice. This caught Sirrus’s attention almost immediately, his daydream interrupted by the unexpected question. He didn’t get the impression that something was wrong or that V was upset, but he did get the feeling that whatever V was about to say was important since he’d asked in such a manner. And that alone was enough for him to have the man with the mostly red hair’s undivided attention.

“Of course. What’s on your mind?” Sirrus said simply, looking out at the morning sky. He seemed content with how things were at the moment, and V was hesitant to interrupt that bliss, but he didn’t know what the rest of the day would bring, and this was perhaps the best opportunity he would get to bring this up.

V seemed almost hesitant as he remained quiet for a minute or so, obviously trying to think of the best way to phrase what he was about to say. And that in of itself made Sirrus more cautiously fascinated by what his friend might have to say.

“... I don’t do well with physical contact. It’s something I’ve been working on, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be comfortable with it. I’m not sure it’s something I can learn to tolerate. Or if I even should, for my own sake outside of momentary situational acceptions to the norm.” He paused to make sure that he was coming off the right way toward his friend. He wanted to be sure that his tone was coming across properly. He wasn’t upset or anything of the sort, and he wanted to make sure that he didn’t sound too harsh or unsympathetic. That wasn’t his goal in the slightest. “Your request took me off guard. Looking back, I’m not sure what my answer should have been or how I should have reacted, but I wanted you to know that. But I don’t blame you. Not at all. You only did what I gave you permission to. It’s something I’m just not comfortable with. I’m not upset with you, but I just wanted to be honest with you about that. I’m just not sure if I’m communicating that effectively.”

Sirrus blinked in surprise, taking in what his friend was telling him. He lingered on the statement, genuinely trying to process what he’s just been told. He got the impression that V was worried about how he would react. That he might be upset or think he was accusing him of something. That he might be concerned that he was punching Sirrus away. But he wasn’t, and he wanted him to know that. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking V in the eyes, an understanding present that he could tell V was relieved to see. He knew how that felt.

V had never truly doubted that his friend understood, but the fear that there might be a misunderstanding was always there, and they both knew that deep down. Maybe he was scared that Sirrus would become annoyed by him. But the fact that he was still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt when he’d clearly been hurt before by doing the very same thing was something that Sirrus treasured. He was still willing to take the leap and give him the chance to disprove the fears that he had, not because he believed that was Sirrus’s responsibility, but because he knew in his heart that those fears were just that: fears. They were not founded on anything that his friend had done, and he knew that. The reality was that Sirrus wasn’t like that, and he knew that deep down without any doubts, and he felt no desire for Sirrus to prove that to him.

V believed in him. And Sirrus knew that.

“I appreciate you saying that. Honesty is difficult. It invites judgment. Retaliation. Resentment. But please… always know that you can tell me no. To anything. You have a right to tell me no. I value our friendship over all else, and would never put it in jeopardy over something as petty and foolishly immature as becoming upset over something I have no right to become upset about. And I will endeavor not to put you in situations that make you feel that you have to ask in the first place. Or worse, that you feel uncomfortable refusing.” The look of genuine displeasure at the very idea of that was evident on his face. V got the distinct feeling that Sirrus had been in that situation before, perhaps more than once. And he wasn’t sure why, but he felt a chill crawl up the base of his spine at the thought. Call it intuition, but something about that statement simply felt too personal to him. To relevant to Sirrus personally. “I apologize. I had an inkling that I might have overstepped and that you were simply too petrified to properly respond. Please, consider forgiving my misstep. And please, never feel the need to learn to tolerate something for my benefit. You have the same right to comfort in any given situation that I do.”

“I do not need your apology. I don’t want you to apologize. I never doubted your intentions. Not even for a single moment. I know that you’re only doing what you think is right. And that’s all I want you to do. I simply wanted us to come to a mutual understanding on the matter so that there were no misgivings or misinterpretations going forward. Because you cannot make an informed decision about a problem you do not know exists.” V nodded, a small smile on his face. He was glad that they could talk freely and openly like this. It was… such a welcome relief. He felt that he could be honest with his family, but there was just a special kind of freedom that he only felt with Sirrus. And that was something he truly treasured. He’d always wanted that: a companion who he could share his thoughts and feelings with. He’d wanted that so much growing up that he’d lost sleep over it. And now he had that. And he didn’t want to lose it, but he also refused to allow any fears about that possibility to rule him. He owed that much to himself. He owed that much to Sirrus. “And for my part, I shall make an effort to be clearer on my limitations if I believe clarification is needed. It rarely is when it comes to you. You understand me very well, and I’m not blaming you for anything. Everyone makes mistakes. You’ve not permanently marred me in any way whatsoever. I just thought we could both benefit from more transparency. But at the same time, please don’t cater to me. I’m alright. Really. Don’t agonize over it. You have absolutely nothing to prove to me.”

“And you were correct in that assumption. I’m happy that we can talk like this. It’s refreshing to be able to just… express myself around someone without fear of being judged for doing something wrong. To be understood. I can’t learn from mistakes I didn’t know I made in the first place.” He chuckled softly as he blinked slowly, a small smile on his face as the both of them turned to look at the sky ahead of them. He hadn’t expected to have this conversation today, but he was glad that they had. He felt closer to V, the two of them both mutually sure that they had a better understanding of one another. “Thank you, V. From the bottom of my heart.”

“Thank you for taking the time to listen to what I had to say. And for waking me up to see this.” V said softly, scooting a bit closer to his friend. He… he didn’t mind being closer to his friend right now. And the gentle look of kindness from his friend as he gestured with his arm as if to ask if he could drape his arm over his shoulder and give him a gentle squeeze was a welcome one, the young summoner nodding in approval. He didn't have a problem with that.

“Thank you for being here to see it with me, V. The view is better when I get to share it with you.”

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It was pointed out to me in the comments of the last chapter that V could’ve had a more profound reaction to his interaction with Sirrus in the previous chapter considering how uncomfortable he is with being touched in general, and I totally agree with that. But instead of going back to “fix” it, I thought this would be better. I’ll always take an opportunity for a meaningful conversation! So thank you for your constructive criticism, Ooze! I’m a lot more pleased with how this turned out :D I hope you are, too!

I’ll see you all next Friday and in the comment section. I hope I did this topic some justice! Truly, I do. Take care!

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Dragon's Inane Flame-Type Ramblings: First Edition, DMC

Hello everybody, welcome to the Hoard.

Yes, I'm starting another new blog segment and this time involving a fandom that I'm not sure how many of my current crowd are familiar with, but hey, maybe hearing me cackle maniacally over a recent realization I had might get people to take a closer look.

So, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, or just Reborn for the English-speaking crowd, is a manga that started as a "comedic" parody of typical Shounen, before evolving into straight Shounen at around the 60-chapter mark. There are a great many things about it (mostly a never-ending mantra of "Go fuck yourself on a rusty railroad spike Iemitsu!!!") but the important thing to know is the power system, Dying Will Flames. The main Spectrum that gets the most focus during the Shounen portion is the Dying Will Flames of the Sky (There's also an Earth Flame Spectrum, but that one doesn't get nearly as much worldbuilding outside the arc it was introduced in. I've also developed my own fanmade Sea Flame Spectrum. Neither of these is important to today's topic) There are seven Flame Types to a Spectrum, and the Flames of the Sky each have a different color of the rainbow, and are associated with a different range of personality types and mental quirks, as well as a different thing that they can do.

^^^ A link so that I don't have to spend most of this post explaining everything, though it's bare bones and doesn't go into fanon which is most of what I'm using to match people to Flames. If you'd be interested in a not-so-brief rundown of everything Fanon Flame Lore let me know.

And now that I've given that brief explanation (with key points left out for now to maximize suspense) I can explain why I've been cackling since last night.

Because you see, ever since I got into the KHR fandom one of the things I like to do when entering a new fandom is construct Flame AUs, or else imagine how these new characters would adapt to the KHR World, and that involves figuring out people's Flame Types... and last night I pinned down Vergil and Dante's Flame Types. The reason I am cackling is that the Flame Type that I feel best fits Vergil is a Storm Primary and a Cloud Secondary, and the one I think best fits Dante is a Rain Primary and a Cloud Secondary. Why do I find that hilarious? Because Storm Flames are red and Rain Flames are blue. Yeah I know it's dumb, but I can't help but giggle over their color choices being opposite of their Flames! Oh, also Vergil might also be Misty because V is definitely a Mist and you cannot tell me otherwise.

Other people matched to Flame Types:

Nero: Cloudy Sky and you can pry Sky Nero from my cold dead hands. I mean, look at 5. Look at how he handled Dante and Vergil at the top of the Qliphoth! That is such a Cloudy Sky move!!

Patty: Sunny Sky. This is mostly me headcanon-ing Patty's pushiness with Dante and her trying to keep Devil May Cry clean as Latent Baby Sky trying to help the depressed Rain on instinct. And Sun + Sky = Chaos Gremlin, which I just adore for Patty.

Lady: Lightning, because of her hyper-fixation on killing Arkham and her sheer durability as the one pure human keeping up with all the devils, half-devils, and quarter-devils in the Demon Hunting business.

Trish: Mist, mostly because of her personality. And before anyone says "But she has lightning powers", Lightning Flames do not automatically equal lightning powers. There were several Lightnings in the KHR canon who did not use lightning powers and the one who did, Lambo, is arguably more known for being the indestructible kid with a very strong case of undiagnosed and unmedicated ADHD.

Lucia: Lightning with either a Rain or Sun Secondary, based on what little personality the DMC2 devs gave her.

Credo: Lightning... again. Possibly Cloudy Lightning. Mostly because he fits the fanon interpretation of the Italian Brainwashed Meatshield Lightning very well, but he pulls himself out of it in the end through the sheer protectiveness of his younger sibs, which is a very Cloudy thing (in that he might view Nero and Kyrie as his "territory"... I swear it's not as creepy as it sounds.

Kyrie: Sun. It just... it just fits okay. She's a ray of sunshine. (Plus it opens up an arc for her to do the whole "Sun pigeonholed into the team healer" thing, only for her to realize that that is not the route she wants to go.)

Nico: Cloud. Her territory is her inventions. It also gives some Cloud rep to the Science! based Flame Actives.

Morrison:... I'm honestly still workshopping that. He might just be a Null (Somebody who doesn't have Flames, and is a term that may only be specific to a few KHR fic authors. At least I haven't seen it used a lot outside of my KHR friend group's fics.)

And that's it for now. Let me know if that rundown of the Flame Lore I'm using would be of any interest to you.

#dragon's inane flame-type ramblings #devil may cry #katekyo hitman reborn #dmc #khr #i have so many of these #for so many fandoms #i'm not even kidding

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Licorice Cookie: I’m-

Devil May Cry fans:

#my post #jokeposting #seriously #one of my mutuals thought lc was someone's au v #cr kingdom #cookie run kingdom #licorice cookie #devil may cry #dmc5 #he's v in cookie form

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emy-san · 5 years

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Summer vacation [Bonus]

#V #Vitale #DMC #DMC5 #Devil May Cry #Devil May Cry 5 #Let this boy have some happiness #I had to remake the render like 3 times #and 2 of them have different poses #my art #3d #Blender cycles #This picture can take place in a distant and far AU post DMC5 '''

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Only the best (Part 2)

NSFW, Spicy, V x Reader, cane play, public.

So today turned out to be a productive day and I also got part 2 of date night with V written! Still a bit fluffy but with some badly behaved V involved. Hope you enjoy! (Apologies for the long post, I can't put cuts when posting from my phone.)

You can find part 1 here:

Or on my AO3 account also under DaemonGal :D

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In his absence, the waiter had cleared the table for you both, topped up your drinks and left dessert menus for you to browse. You had already drank another half a glass of wine by the time V returned, in a sad attempt to calm your nerves.

V being a tease was bad enough, but you just felt like you were making the embarrassment worse for yourself. The waiter had approached a few seconds after V left, and after asking if everything was fine with the food, you only managed to make some noises, after losing the ability to think of words. You ended up nodding and quietly muttering “Thank you" in the end.

Sigh, and this is why I can’t be taken anywhere, you thought. Of course you knew it was 90% V's fault, but you should be used to this by now. You had been dating for long enough that you thought he couldn’t catch you so off guard like this. You assumed he had thought the same, and decided to make a challenge of it. But why here of all places.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the familiar sound of a cane, tapping against the floor moving towards you. In that moment, that was the only sound you could hear. None of the chatter or the sounds of cutlery hitting plates, only his movements.

After what felt like an eternity, his jacked brushed against your arm as he walked past you to return to his seat. He placed his cane against the table and placed himself softly back into his chair. He looked straight at you, green eyes full of intensity as he smiled gently.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much in my absence. I apologise if I interrupted your musings.”

“Not at all.” You replied. “I was just enjoying he surroundings.” While trying to avoid too much eye contact, your vision travelled to a quiet corner of the restaurant where you noticed a few people setting up for what looked like a live performance on the piano. Your heart jumped into your throat when you saw one of the members lift a violin out of a case. V must have noticed the slight change in your expression.

“I struck a bit of a, deal, shall we say with the owner of the establishment. A few weeks ago I helped rid him of a few pests at a summer house of his that was left vacant for a few too many moons.” His left hand reached for yours on the table and your breath hitched when he made contact, entangling your fingers in his. You looked down in admiration. There were oh so many reasons you loved this mans hands, and knowing they touched only you in this way filled you happiness. So much so, you couldn’t help but smile.

V continued. “I decided that music recorded and played for so many others just wasn’t good enough. I wanted you to be the one of the first to hear the notes played from the instrument itself.” Your love for classical music was second only to the man in front of you. Your biggest regret was having to give up playing the instrument yourself at a young age. He knew how much it meant to you and how much you loved the sound.

“I don’t know what to say V. You didn’t have to go this far for me you know.” You looked back up towards him, surprised to find his eyes on your hands as well, as he gently brushed his fingers over your knuckles.

“As I said to you before,” he paused, lifting your hand in his towards his lips as he kissed each individual finger, slowly and carefully. You could only watch, transfixed at his action, heart racing in your chest. He rested your hands against his chin once he was happy with his actions and finished, “only the best for you, my love.”

He kept your gaze for a few seconds, unmoving and unflinching, before slowly powering your hand back to the table. With a final squeeze, he removed his fingers from yours to return to his wine glass. You decided it was best to do the same, trying once again to hide your nerves in your glass.

You glanced over the dessert menu to see if anything caught your eye, but your stomach was doing too many flips to be able to concentrate on food. You looked up, as you heard the first few testing notes were played, the first few strokes of the bow against the strings.

You sighed and closed your eyes, enjoying the moment, when the first few keys of the piano were pressed, combining into the accompanying sounds you loved so much.

After a short introduction by the restaurants owner, and a few knowing glances directed towards V, they began to play their first song. At that moment you were sure your heart stopped.

Kreisler – Loves sorrow.

Within only a few notes you knew it, as piano and violin played together as the ambient conversations in the room dropped to a low mutter.

This time, he took both of your hands in one of his, cradling them both within his palm, fingers holding tight. You knew he had done this. The love you both shared of music, poetry and the arts had roused many a deep discussion in your time together, and he knew this was your favourite. You could never really put a finger on why, but that was the beauty of art; it required no explanation. No words, only feelings.

Your mind drifted and wandered with the notes, echoing through the room. For a brief moment you had forgotten yourself, forgotten where you were and who you were with, only the slight movements of his hand to remind you.

And then you felt it.

What you could only guess was V's cane was touching against the inside of your calf. You were jolted out of your daze, your eyes meeting with V's across the table. In the depth of his eyes you could see what you could only describe as; want. It was a look you’d seen many times before, usually in private and usually after drawn out sessions of teasing or when he was buried in you up to the hilt.

Bad thoughts, you said inwardly. But how could you not think of times like those when he was looking at you, like that. Whether it was the bliss on your face, the music or even the food, something had got him riled and you were to be on the receiving end.

You could only gulp, red rising to your cheeks once again , and a familiar throbbing beginning between your legs. You instinctively went to reach for your wine glass, when you realised your hands were caught in his, his grip tightening to keep you there. He shook his head, smirking as you could feel the head of his cane rising up the inside of your calf, past your knee, slowly up between your thighs.

You thought about closing your legs to stop him, to stop the embarrassment you were feeling. You knew he would keep going. You knew that cane would keep getting higher and higher.

And you knew you wanted it.

He’d been teasing you all night, making you damp and wanting, but you expected him to at least wait until you had got home. You had resigned yourself to waiting, persevering , knowing the bliss he would make you feel when you got back to his place. But now that this opportunity was in front of you, as ashamed as it made you, you could only sit back, legs parted and wait to see what he had in store.

Your whole body visibly twitched as the cane reached its destination and grazed you ever so slightly. Your heart was racing, and your breathing quickened at the thoughts going through your head. He tapped the back of your hand with his finger, signalling you to meet his gaze again. The music was still playing, although you were struggling to concentrate. You couldn’t hear his words but you could clearly see what he spoke:

“Good girl.”

His lips moved slowly and deliberately so you could read them, a shiver running up your spine as you heard his voice ringing in your ears. As the cane sat close to your core, only grazing for a few seconds, your mind started to panic. Your eyed darted around to see if anyone was looking your way; no one. You checked the other tables to make sure the tablecloth was long enough to cover up any evidence of what was going on; they all touched the floor. Without warning, V moved closer to your ear.

“Don’t worry love, no one can see. This is just between you and me.” Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, and the throbbing between your legs became so much worse. He pushed the cane up further, applying pressure against you, catching your needy clit ever so slightly. You bit your lip to stop yourself moaning.

You heard him chuckle next to you, clearly enjoying your reactions. “Although,” he started, “that waiter over there keeps looking our way. It’s likely he’ll come to fill our glasses soon. Make sure to be on your best behaviour in front of him.” He slowly leaned back into his seat, and allowed you to break one of your hands loose from his grip as it shot up towards your face.

You covered your mouth, trying to make it look like you were leaning against it as you stifled your moans. The cane was moving now, rubbing up and down against your folds agonisingly slow. You wanted to move so badly, but were worried that it would look too obvious, or that he would put the cane away if you “misbehaved".

You reached again for your wine glass, and slowly drank the last few mouthfuls, hiding your face against the large glass. You placed the empty glass back on the table and the movement stopped. You groaned at the loss of friction, feeling every heartbeat now between your legs as the heat was becoming nearly unbearable. You looked up through glazed eyes as V smirked, and motioned to the side.

Shit.

A waiter was heading towards your table diligently, bottle of wine in hand. An empty glass was the only signal he needed to approach. You could have died there and then. You prayed, prayed that he would keep the implement still as he approached, smiling eager to fill your glasses.

“More wine, sir?” V simply nodded as his glass was slowly filled half way, his smirk growing ever larger.

Don’t you dare.

“And for the lady?” You opened your mouth to speak as the friction began again, the cane head pushed up into you, more pressure than before. You gasped audibly, and quickly turned it into a cough to try and disguise the noise. You glared at V as you did so, but what was the point. He knew what he was doing. He kept moving , your eyes looking down at the table, wanting nothing less than to look up at the unknowing young man.

“Ma'am?” He questioned. V must have been more than content at your reaction as he replied in your stead:

“Apologies, she’s rather shy as you can tell. Another glass of red, if you would be so kind.” He looked back at you and smiled so softly.

How can he be so calm?! How does he always keep his cool like this?

You cursed under your breath as you heard the sound of wine being poured for what felt like an eternity. He never let up, not for one second, pressing into you, switching between rubbing against your folds and pressing against your clit.

Eventually, with a bow the waiter left you both in peace as you dropped your head into your curled arm, nestling into the underside of your elbow. You couldn’t believe this man, you were so embarrassed but more so; you were so turned on. How the hell you were this close to orgasm you’d never know. You’d never felt more ashamed of yourself, but deep in that shame you found more excitement.

What has he done to me? You thought.

He granted you a few seconds to recover, then stopped again. This time, it took everything you had not to hit the table with frustration. You groaned louder this time and looked up at him.

“What now? Haven’t I been tormented enough? I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.” He pressed against you again.

“But you didn’t. Alas you could have been more polite, a simple please or thank you would have sufficed. However, given the circumstances you behaved well. I ’Il gladly give you what you want, if you first tell me what that is.” He started moving again, focussing on your folds when you knew you wanted the pressure higher.

“God V- ah. A-are you really going to make me say it here? You know what I want. Please?” You were losing your composure completely now, hiding as much of your face as you could behind your hand, gripping the tablecloth underneath V's equally firm grip. Your chest rising and falling quickly as heat radiated through your body from your core.

No answer. Only a knowing look. You opened your mouth, eyes darting around again. God you were glad you had this corner booth. Of course he got this one for a reason.

“Please, let me come.” Mostly mouthed, barely a whisper, but enough for the black haired man to be satisfied. His smirk returned and his eyes stared into yours, burning with desire.

He pressed the cane harder now, rubbing it up and down. He moved it up and pressed it directly against your clit. You whimpered at the contact, your palm against your chin, pointing your head downwards towards the table. He started to circle the head against you, pressure moving around, on and off your bundle of nerves. Your mouth hung slightly open as you panted quietly, unable to breathe through just your nose anymore.

Noticing you were reaching your climax, V strategically opened and propped up the desert menu and leaned in towards you, your faces now hidden from any potential onlookers.

“This is for me to see, and me alone. Now come for me, my love.” He pressed the cane into you aggressively causing your mind to spiral out of control as the waves of pleasure hit you, coursing out from your core to your fingertips and toes. You held back as much as you could, but a few moans still escaped your throat. You clung onto the edge of the table for dear life to steady the rest of your body, to stop your muscles from convulsing.

You breathed deep breaths as you came down from your high, the cane moving from between your legs, grazed across your thigh and back to V's side.

He lightly kissed you on your forehead as he withdrew, menu in hand, once he was content that you’d regained control of your breathing. You knew he’d be so pleased with himself after this, reducing you to such a mess from barely even touching you with his own hands. You knew he would have stopped if you’d told him, only needing to say that one word and he would have kept himself off you for the rest of the night.

But you didn’t, and he knew that. He knew that you chose to embarrass yourself and enjoy it. You sighed at the thought, but you didn’t care. Before V, everything had been so vanilla. But he made you feel more than you ever thought possible, in more ways than you had ever imagined.

You decided you weren’t going to thank him, he had all the gratification he needed already. Instead, you snatched up the menu an eyed it with determination. You had to do something. You couldn’t leave here knowing he could take all the glory.

Perfect, you thought as you eyed a certain option. You signalled for a waiter, content that your face was now a few shades lighter than the wine in your glass and , as he arrived, pointed at the option for “chocolate coated strawberries". The waited nodded and gestured to V, who shook his head. You knew he didn’t have much of a sweet tooth.

You smirked at him, as you slowly stood up, wary of the weakness in your legs. You smoothed your dress to make sure it wasn’t crumpled at all at the front, and walked towards the restroom to clean yourself up, making special effort to wave your hips side to side as you did; you knew he’d be watching. You heard the last few notes played of your favourite song, and you sighed, mildly disappointed that you were too distracted to listen to it properly. That song would never have the same meaning to you again after that. You chuckled quietly to yourself.

My turn next, you thought.

Gif by Guettaes

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Next part will be payback time! This has got way further out of hand than I expected. I only intended for it to be a short fic but now it's going to be at least 4 chapters because I'm having too much fun and want to see it through to the end! It's not written yet so if you have any feedback or suggestions for future chapters please let me know!

Also, bonus points if you see where I got the song from, considering my knowledge of classical music is little to none :P

#ns/fw #lemon #spocy #v x reader #dmc #dmc 5 #devil may cry #au #date night #only the best #cane play #long post #fic #my fic

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