I've been writing for quite some time now and I'm usually lurking in most fandoms, just vibing and enjoying my time there. I usually get hyper-focused on one thing at a time so my reblogs may be a bit scattered at times.
I mainly write original characters, but I do enjoy reader inserts! There are so many talented writers out there making what they love and it inspired me to finally put some effort into this side-blog and start posting them.
On to some of my (posted) work!
The Will of The Storm: A Vergil x OC fic. A story about my oc Maya and how she came to have Nero after her meeting our favorite stoic man.
This is part one of the three-part series of The Storm and The spring series I have planned. I know in canon his mother is dead, or she abandoned Nero, but I like to think about the what-ifs of Canon. I have way too many AU's that spawn from this fic; from Vergil not falling into hell and returning to Fortuna, to a modern story where there aren't any demonic threats that terrorize the world.
Too many AU's. Send help.
Here's a link to the (soon to be growing) picrew images of her plus some mood boards I made for her!
Maya as of Part One
Maya Moodboard
Dmc Oc Week Prompts (contains spoilers for the story!)
Part Two of the Storm and The Spring series:
Petals On The Shore: Takes place after Vergil leaves Fortuna and shows her raising Nero. This part focuses more on her and Nero, so there isn't a lot of Vergil other than mentions of him.
Short Mini Chapters for The Storm and the Spring Series:
Part 19.5 of The Will of The Storm: A bit of a different side after the events of chapter 19 ;)
Her pride and joy: A very mini short of when Nero joins the Order.
A Quiet Moment: Soft Nero X Kyrie because Ogata Sensei's art gives me life
Daily Life Of Fortuna: A mini-series of Fortuna life before the events of DMC4 begin. Just a bit of fleshing out to add some context to future chapters. :) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Toss Up: A Danny Rand x OC I started a looong time ago. It’s from the Ultimate Spiderman cartoon universe, and one of the first stories I posted on Wattpad that I cross-post on AO3.
Currently on a hiatus, since I kind of burnt myself out on it during 2020. The ending is planned I just need to get over this pesky perfectionism.
I’m not exactly used to posting stuff here on Tumblr, so please bear with me since a lot of this is going to be trial and error. :D I’m usually a private person, especially with my work, but I hope you enjoy your stay here in my tiny little corner of the internet!
Can I make a request for Vergil wearing glasses lmao
Pairing: Vergil/Reader.
Content/Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1,067.
A/N: sorry this took like... a year to do but! had a lot of fun with this so thank you!!!
Devil May Cry Masterlist
“You’re staring.”
Well yes, you stared at Vergil a lot – had started staring at him a lot ever since you first saw him. Sometimes you were just fascinated by how he looked (especially in some of the angles where he looked exactly like Dante or Nero), and sometimes you just wanted to sit and admire him given you had him all to yourself and just how handsome he was just sitting there sometimes. And that was what he was doing that time around too, just lying in bed next to you, reading, his hair was down and wisping across his cheeks as it dried, and he had one of his many books in his hold with his eyes slowly tracing the words on the aged and yellowed pages. It was his routine whenever he was actually at home for the night, something he did very meticulously and absolutely hated if he wasn’t able to do it, which put him in an even worse mood than you ever wanted to admit. And of course, he came home that night and got to work on his routine the second he deemed it too late, settling into bed after you did and working down on his book the moment you yawned and your eyes started to grow heavy.
However, there was something off about his routine that time around, your lips thinning and your jaw rolling as you bit your tongue to keep yourself from laughing from what was on his face. For some reason… Vergil was wearing reading glasses. And not just like the kind that were prescription that you went and got done for, but literal granny, bifocals with the cord to hold them on his ears as they slowly began to slide down his nose the more he read. He looked more like a dad than he really was in that moment, fighting the urge to outright laugh at him if you weren’t more perplexed to wonder why he was even wearing them… He was half-demon, why the Hell would he even need glasses when you knew his vision was basically perfect?
A question that plagued you that entire night, leading you into blatantly staring at him instead of sleeping as Vergil seemed to finally get the memo that you wanted to speak up about something.
You sighed after a moment as you kept openly ogling him, propped up on your elbow with a raised eyebrow as you continued take him and his new eyewear in. “Since when do you need glasses to read?”
“I don’t need them –” God, here he goes. “Though I find that they help when I’m reading at night… Or when someone refuses to lie down with the light on.” The accusatory glance sent your way made you scoff, wrinkling your nose at him as he flipped the page and hummed low in his throat at his reading.
“Because it shines right into my eyes.” You didn’t have the heart to tell them that when he wore his hair back and it stuck up so high it really shielded you from his lamp on his nightstand, instead letting him embrace his hair being down and then complaining when he would sink down so low into the bed that his head stopped blocking the light from shining in your eyes. You just had to compromise, and he didn’t seem to care since he could see in the dark still, but that still didn’t answer why he was wearing reading glasses. “You of all people can’t have bad vision…”
“I don’t.”
“Then you don’t need glasses.”
Vergil turned his head enough to look at you from the over the top of his glasses, stare deadly serious and voice unwavering as he asked, “Are you an Optometrist?”
“…” You couldn’t even answer him, not when you were trying not to laugh at how he was looking in that moment. You didn’t want to ruin his reading time (even though you kind of already were).
Vergil took your silence as a win, settling back into his spot as he pushed the glasses back up his nose and continued his reading with that victorious posture he liked to hold, “As I thought.”
You couldn’t take it anymore, wondering if they were actually glasses or if he was just wearing them for aesthetic purposes only like a dweeb. “Let me see them –” you mumbled, reaching over to pull them off his head as he sighed loudly, yet let you do so. Lips twitching up into a smirk and ready to prove him wrong before you pulled them to your face to look through the lens… Only to immediately jerk back from how fucking strong they were. “Jesus,” you griped, passing them back off to him as he took them from you with a pinch of his fingers and a self-satisfied quirk on his mouth.
“Satisfied?”
Rolling your eyes as you watched him put them back on, you sunk back into your spot and huffed that you were proven wrong. “Is that why you squint all the time? Can’t read up close?” Maybe he just squinted all the time because the sun was in his eyes constantly and he was getting over his weird vampire behavior about it, and further trying to prove your point you waited until they started to slide down his nose again before you stuck out your arm and waved it in front of his face, “Am I blurry to you?”
“I have 20/20 when it comes to you.”
You loudly groaned, instantly dropping back down into your spot knowing he did the terrible joke only to get you off his ass and to stop bothering him. Vergil only ever did it because he knew how much it creeped you out when he started making awful pick-up lines. With an annoyed sigh you rolled over until your back was facing him, your face burning and curiosity sated from that line alone. “…Cornball,” you threw over your shoulder, ears burning further as a breathy and low chuckle left his chest before you burrowed deeper into the comforter to go to sleep.
And you really tried to go to sleep, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about it, and you really couldn’t help yourself from continuing to bother him further.
I think a lot of transmisogyny stems from this idea that people are really scared to see a dick. The reason bathrooms and locker rooms and hot springs keep being flash points is because these are all places where if a trans woman is using them, it's possible you might see her dick. A lot of transmisogynistic humor revolves around being traumatized because the subject saw a woman with a penis. And look, to a certain extent I sympathize. I'm not a fan of dick; I dont want this thing either. But if you want to be an ally to trans women, I think a big important step you can take personally is to examine your own reaction to the scenarios I described above, and recognize that a dick is just a body part a girl has sometimes. Seeing it as inherently sexual and/or traumatizing is a major wedge conservatives use to justify their rhetoric
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I'm surprised I haven't reblogged this considering I'm making a fic around this, but genuinely my favourite piece of DMC fanart. It genuinely reframed how I see these two and irreparably changed my brain chemistry
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