Crabclaw AKA Cece is a therapist responsible for doing psych evals on new/aspiring heroes at SDN. Originally from South America, she mostly came to SDN to help her deal with her mutation caused by an alien crab stuck to her back. With her professional background, BB made her a proposition that if she helps with evals and monthly check-ins with their members, they'll help her figure out a serum to keep her mutation and crab parasite in check.
Cece claims the parasite speaks with her in her mind, telling her to essentially go ape shit, and currently, SDN has managed to make a temporary serum that she has to take every 3 hours to keep the parasite dormant.
She's a bit of a loner, but has a soft spot for Waterboy, and will have synnergy with him if on the field.
Her abilities include having a hard carapace, crab legs and water breathing, despite hating being underwater.
Her base ability is called Performance Anxiety, where, if sent alone, she will gain +3 to her lowest stat, but will lose 2 to the call's required stat.
Her abilities can branch out in 2 possibilities: Show Off or Stage Fright. With Show Off, Crabclaw will gain +3 to her highest stat if paired with someone, and if it is someone she has synnergy with, it'll be +5 instead. With Stage Fright, Crawbclaw adds +3 to all stats regardless if in a pair or not, but, on a failed call, all her stats are reduced to 1.
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mouthwashing fandom taking its characters and only focusing/caring about shipping is such an insane thing to me.
not only that but writing curly as a father figure, or even swamsey (?) as a father figure despite everything the game showed about them as people.
usually when it comes to darker games the fandom is a bit more wholesome and I did see wholesome stuff in here but holy fuck the amt of people who are sexualizing Anya or writing about how Jimmy is the *only one who was wrong here!* is insane. media literacy really IS dead, huh?
now don't get me wrong, sexualizing characters is the least of anybodys problem, but it's something else when you see the oversexualization of not only the only female character in the game but also a rape victim? like... are you for real? or people making aus where Anya kept the rape baby and liked being a mom to it? are you out of your mind?
Anya literally killed herself because she didn't want to give birth to it and live through that trauma, Swansea literally threw his life away, Curly was a neglective person who also failed to take responsibility for his crew and their actions. Jimmy is NOT the only villain mouthwashing has and it's honestly frustrating to see the fandom reduce so much of the game to just shipping and horny stuff. Come on man
you know when people make those headcannon memes with characters from media? personally love that, always love seeing that
but man does it grind my gears when they're plain wrong about a character.
Blade NU Carnival cannot cook. It's canon. He makes inedible slop because he's an android and when he was taking care of Eiden he couldn't make edible food for him.
it annoys me GREATLY when I see one of those headcannon memes saying Blade can cook a decent meal or anything other than utter chaos when he's in the kitchen. I mean. Have you not seen it??? do you not know the horrors beyond human comprehension that guy makes in the kitchen???
this is so irrelevant but its that one thing that just drives me insane for no reason. like No. That's Wrong.
1. Besides DMC what other fandoms do u write for? (Anime/manga, other video games, DC comics, cartoons, etc)
2. Is there anything that u don't feel comfortable writing? (Reader inserts, NSFW/kinky stuff, etc)
3. Do u have a AO3 or FFN account? I don't really mind reading fics here but I do have a preference for AO3 & FFN
hi! thanks so much for asking :)
1 - I've only ever written dmc fics so far, but I also wanna write for a few fandoms I'm in: cod, nu: carnival, a few anime I like maybe? (fairy tail, black butler, jjk) it's hard to list everything I like but these are the main ones that come to mind! but feel free to ask me to write about any other media you might want, if I know it/am a fan I'll most likely write for it if you ask
2 - I like reader inserts, I mostly write for gn readers but I've made self inserts (like the Yamato fic with Vergil), I'm still getting comfortable with nsfw so I'm not *too* descriptive with sex scenes but I try my best. some fetishes I'm not comfortable with: feederism, inflation, age regression/ddlg stuff, scat, dub-con/non-con.
3 - I do have an AO3 acc! If you go to my Dante fics you can get the link, I don't think I posted the Vergil fic there yet, but I do have an account there :)
extra: if there's any fetishes/kinks, fandoms you want me to write for besides dmc please don't be afraid to ask, if I am not a big fan of something I'll let you know!
I have a few remaining fic requests to work on but is there anything you guys wanna see me write about?? (can be multifandom, not just abt dmc) my ask box is open :)
warnings: reader is a humanoid version of Yamato, reader is completely obssessed with Vergil (mild yandere behaviour), angst, fluff if you squint, mild violence (slapping), rough implicit sex, toxic relationship?? (self-destructive tendencies)
summary: after falling victim to his own desires and indulging in them, Vergil tries once more to reject his most precious possession, you… but what he doesn’t understand is that he is in fact, unable to be away from you again, and you’re dead set in showing it to him. Final part of the Vergil x Yamato fic!
word count: 2.1k
a.n: things get a little edgy in this. I wanted to write a bit more but I think it’s a nice conclusion to this particular storyline. Very sorry for the 5 month hiatus, I got a new laptop and the original draft for this chapter was completely wiped out, so I had little motivation to start again. But here you go! Hoping this appeases the masses. Also, my requests are open so if there’s anything you want to see next, let me know.
(request by @misahaze)
It was like your bodies were completely in sync with one another, despite all of this being new to you. The kissing, the touching, the grinding of warm bodies against one another. It was strange, but you had to admit that it felt too good to stop now.
Vergil was completely lost in the moment, his rough calloused hands gripped your white hair roughly, pressing your head down the mattress as if to not let you escape his grasp, while his other hand held onto your side, just as roughly, as his hulking frame moved against you, making the bed creak.
Your body was usually colder than usual, taking in consideration you weren’t really human, but was simply shaped like one, but with the amount of heat emanating from Vergil, it was enough to make you warmer as well. A soft warm mist escaped your lips, and your dark voidless eyes stared right back at Vergil with sick adoration behind them.
“What’s…happening to me?” Shakily escaped Vergil’s lips as he kept grinding his body against yours in a frenetic way, like he couldn’t control the urges his flesh craved. He was breathing hard, his hardened length sliding in and out of you in a haze.
“The same way I’m connected to you… You’re connected to me, Vergil” You responded in a quiet whisper, bringing his face closer to yours with both hands holding his cheeks tenderly.
There was a perverted smile plastered on your face. You could alter your body to any shape you’d like, which was a fun little ability you had discovered a few months ago, and despite your ‘natural’ humanoid form not having any biological features like the others, it wasn’t difficult to simply make them yourself for such an occasion.
With a firm grip on Vergil’s cheeks, you brought his face closer, which was met with great resistance from the man.
“What are you doing?” He asked in a ragged breath, which only made you snicker and smile more.
“Kissing you” You simply responded, first licking his lip slowly with your tongue, before forcibly pushing it in his mouth, spreading his lips apart and bringing him to a sloppy and steamy kiss that, to your surprise, was reciprocated.
You could almost taste the melody that was being made by Vergil’s heart. His movements were rough and out of rhythm as if he was simply following his bodily desires, controlled by them like a puppet without will, but you didn’t hate it. You couldn’t possibly hate it, of course. Any kind of connection you could have with Vergil was exhilarating and this was no different.
“F-Faster…Vergil” You whisper in a shaky breath after you two pull away from your kiss, one of your thumbs rubbing the man’s lower lip tenderly.
“Hng… don’t tell me what to do” Vergil muttered between gritted teeth, but, despite his words, he indeed began to move faster, the sounds of flesh hitting against flesh filling the room in an obscene display of something that wasn’t love, but something darker and more obscure. Obssession perhaps, or self-destruction…
Vergil looked down at himself, his eyebrows twitching, his body shaking and sweating due to their movements. His gaze wandered over your two connected bodies, up your body and finally stopping at your face. He didn’t know why, but every time he looked at you he felt a knot form in his stomach. Maybe it was that unnatural smile on it, or the fact your eyes have looked empty ever since that time you snapped at him.
But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t control himself around you any longer. It was difficult to admit, but this fiery passion, this animalistic desire to be in such a carnal way with you had been nesting within his heart ever since his Devil Trigger was activated by you, and he tried to fight against it so valiently ever since then, convincing himself such urges were exclusive to humans and that he was above that. But here he was, falling victim to those same desires, unable to fight against them anymore.
With a low growl, his grip on you tightened, and with a quick motion, he flipped you over, making you lay on your stomach so he didn’t have to look at your face any longer. Maybe out of embarrassment, shame or something else he couldn’t quite consider.
Your face was now pressed down against the pillows, and you’d complain if you didn’t mind it at all. You could feel Vergil enter you again in this new position and you couldn’t do anything but stifle out a sound when you were connected once more. He used one of his hands to press your head down, gripping the back of it with force. His other hand still on your side to give him leverage while he pounded against you at a relentless pace.
Your vision whitened, there wasn’t anything else you could focus on except for the movement of Vergil’s body against yours. The way he was trying so desperately to keep control, how he was discounting his anger on you with his rough treatment… it was quite amusing for you.
Words were rarely spoken, and you could tell it was bothering him greatly when all he could hear was the lustful sounds your bodies were making, which filled him with shame… but it hardly mattered to you, after all, this is what you were craving the most, having Vergil completely lost to his instincts, the natural necessity of being close to you, as it should be.
“Hng-” With a few more grunts, Vergil could feel himself reaching his limit, the culmination of his shame being manifested in the next thrusts.
After he finished, he tossed you down the bed almost immediately, as if he was trying to get away from you after coming to his senses. He sat up, breathing heavy and shaky as he looked down at you with what could only be interpreted as disgust.
You slowly turned yourself around, sitting up on the bed and meeting his gaze. Despite your nature, you were also breathing quite hard, and your body was covered in sweat. You analyzed his expression, the two of you silently staring at one another after the act for a couple more seconds before he broke the silence.
“…We must never do this again.” He spoke with immediatism, running a hand through his sweat covered hair.
“…You say that as if you weren’t the one who took the initiative to begin with” You responded with amusement lacing your voice.
“It was merely a moment of weakness.” He rebutted, his eyebrow twitching when he spoke.
“Is that what you told yourself when bedding Nero’s mother as well?” You smirk, but that smile is soon met with the thick and warm palm of Vergil’s hand, used to slap you right on the cheek.
The stinging sensation was new and it took you by surprise. Once your gaze met his again you could see his hair was undone once more, and there was real anger behind his eyes. An anger you had never experienced before. Your eyes widened. What was this? Why was this feeling so unnatural to you? You were in tune with all of Vergil’s feelings and emotions, but not whatever this was.
“…What is that?” You asked, your cheek red and swollen.
“I do not wish to hear you any longer.” Vergil spoke, his voice trembling with unforeseen anger.
“…Why did that make you so angry? What is this?” You asked again with utter confusion plastered in your complexion. You had just connected with one another in the most intimate way possible and yet it felt as if you two were… out of sync.
“Cease your blabbering!” Vergil’s voice echoed within the walls of the small apartment you shared.
He soon stood from the bed, grabbing his clothes and, with quivering hands, began to dress himself while you were left on the bed, eyes wide and still unable to process what had just occurred.
“…No, no, no, no, something’s wrong-” You repeat to yourself in a frantic and desperate manner, holding your head with both hands, eyes trembling along with your lips. “W-Why can’t I understand your anger? We are one!”
Vergil didn’t respond, buttoning up the last few buttons of his outfit and running his hand through his hair again to fix it a second time. You watched him all the while, completely broken by the fact you two felt distant once more, even further than previously.
“…Vergil… kiss me again, make love to me again, o-our connection needs to be stronger! Tighter! More passionate! So I can understand… please-” You begged, scampering out of bed and falling to the floor, grabbing his ankles and looking up at him as if you were looking up to a god that was rejecting your helpless prayers.
He looked down at you with disdain. Despite Yamato being all that ever mattered to him, despite him obssessively looking for you for the past two decades, despite everything you’ve endured… right now he was looking at you as if you were nothing, and it tore you apart.
“Let go of me, Yamato” Vergil spoke coldly, and even though he was using that name with you, he had his brows furrowed and his lips turned downward in anger.
“…W-Why? …why is this happening? You started it! You- You wanted this! Why are you rejecting me now?!” You gripped his ankles tighter, you could feel your teeth grinding against one another. An unbridled sense of rage filling your heart, but a different kind than that which Vergil was feeling.
“…You’ve become human.” Vergil spoke with a slight frown on his face. “This connection is no longer pure.”
“…What?” You asked in a soft tone.
You lightly let go of his ankles and in a wobbly motion stood from the floor to face him, still nude. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This again?
“I’m more than your sword, haven’t you realized this yet? I’ve always had thoughts, feelings and desires, even when I couldn’t express them verbally” You say, clutching your chest, clawing at it. “You think you’re some kind of deity who is superior to feeling things but you’re not Vergil!” You cry out.
“I am you, you are me. We are connected, you can’t sever what we have simply because you don’t like how it makes you feel” You shakily continue, approaching him and holding his chest. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you? It’s punitive as it is pleasurable to fall from your standards and indulge in what your heart truly desires, isn’t it?”
Vergil waited for you to speak, not moving an inch from his position as you clung to him. He seemed to be considering what you were saying despite his brows still being furrowed and forming an unpleasant expression.
“And what do you suggest then? That we keep indulging in these disgusting acts of ‘love’ whenever we feel like it?” Vergil asked in a mocking tone.
“What is so damning about it? Why can’t you open your heart to me and let all of your desires and emotions flow through?” You asked in a softer tone, caressing his chest in the spot where his heart should be. “It came so naturally to you back then… please, Vergil…”
Accompanied by your soft plead, you rested your cheek against his chest, and surprinsingly, Vergil responded by wrapping his arms gently around your smaller frame.
“…Please accept me as I am.” You whispered against his chest. “…So we can keep being one for all of eternity…”
There was silence after your earnest request, but not an uncomfortable one. You felt Vergil’s hands bring you closer, your bodies pressing against one another, and you could feel the contour of his body through the fabric of his clothes. His large hands held you in place against him with an uncharacteristic tenderness.
And then, he finally spoke.
“…With all the ugly parts… and these disgusting carnal desires…” He began, his voice barely a whisper. “…It’s shameful, really… to lower myself to this and let them take control of my body.”
He squeezed you tighter.
“…But I can’t deny their existence.” He closed his eyes, resting against the top of your head. “…I can’t… fight against them for much longer.”
“…Then don’t.” You respond with an equally weak whisper.
No more words were shared, but your heart was consoled by the fact you felt aligned with Vergil once more. A mutual understanding filling the two of you as you two shared this odd moment.
Whenever you two argued or had a falling out, it was like Vergil was directly fighting against himself and his own wants and needs. He understood that, and yet always tried to reject them.
But not anymore. Not after this. It was useless to fight, fruitless to keep denying his true feelings and desires.
Even if he struggled to admit it, it was true… you two were eternally soul bonded, whether he liked it or not.
