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Nero was just trying to have a good time singing Devil Trigger, when Vergil took it too literal and pulled his arm off.

#dmc5 #devil may cry #dmc #NOT WHAT HE MEANT VERGIL #I may as well post this shitpost though here

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i cant believe angie is adopting leon and dante wow.

#my boy needs a ovw verse #but hello finally a normal family member without weird issues

Kinda dead, kind of busy with work chilling on a multi (where Dante is as well)

#o=|OOC|===>#when my boi gets on Sparda chances are I jump more actively on here #Ive been so unfocused Im sorry #Y'all can ask for it if you want!#some already found me

I got some serious exhaustion relating to dmc rn so I’m guessing this is a break? Or a general warning that I’m REAL LOW on activity. I got a multi I dick around on at a snail’s pace if anyone wants me.

#o=|OOC|===>#im really sorry but I am not feeling my best here #I love Dante and I dont mean to abandon him but I am just #a pile of salt and tired so Im no good here rn

HM

Honestly, in a Trek AU, the Spardas would be great cardassians

#o=| ooc |===>#{Albion cardassians?#IDK #it's mostly just because Dante is lizardly in DT #and you could probably say they defected before the war with/on Bajor stopped #the boys would be halfbreeds I bet}#{LOOK IDK LEAVE ME ALONE it's midnight and I am missing ST}#{I come back to post and all I have to show for it is this}

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#o=| Dante |===>

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#o=| Dante |===>

Growing up, Sparda would communicate with the boys through bug-like sounds. This was completely normal and common to the boys. So this has been a huge part of his childhood and a small tie to his heritage that, after losing his family, Dante hasn’t gotten to use anymore.

So now that he can? You bet he’s excited as all hell. It’s comforting and familiar, and definitely a form of communicating that comes easier when in devil trigger.

#o=| headcanon |===>

//Casually stares at the chirping clicksters.-

Her presence doesn’t go by unnoticed for too long. His conversation with Nero’s broken off momentarily, body turning with tail sweeping in a wide arch. He can’t help the excitement he feels right now, and it ensures that Trish is met with the biggest and most welcoming grin.

“Why don’t you join?”a truly sincere invitation, arms openingwide to beckon her closer.

#elusivos #o=| banter |===>#{so we operate on the notion that the Sparda line (and possibly other demons) have the ability to converse and interact in this very...#buggy kinda way #because these boys are all buglike anyway}#{it's okay if she cant! and it's okay if she can}

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“With just your tongue and not your mouth? Damn, that’s skillful. I was actually expecting a reply aimed a little further down but uh

I sure as hell aren’t complaining. Care to demonstrate?”

#uzurpr #o=| banter |===>#ts: nsfw

m l e m

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴅᴏ?”

#Hi I'm sorry and I love you #uzurpr

Chirps and clicks at!

That grabs his attention in a positive way. The older demon regards his nephew with enthusiasm, wasting no time in responding. Chirps and clicks a lighter tone than one might expect from his bulk and size. Wings (heavy and fleshy as they are) flutter with a gentle rise and fall for added emphasis to foreign noise. A response thrown back, sounding like a song.

#devilglow #BUGGY DEMON BOYS

super-jump

“So Dante…what’s your shop name?”

“ i…haven’t named it yet.“

"Hmm…..”

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#o=| Dante |===>#o=| Lady |===>

sprda:

THE WORLD CRASHES. His anxiety sparks, he awaits pain with open eyes. .. Nothing. No bite of pain, no spurt of blood. No.. kick to the jaw or swift thrusting of the blade. No attack. NOTHING. The anger is forced elsewhere. Into the walls, the floorboard, the desk. He can see the anger coiling itself like serpent - fangs bare in a feeble display to guard the wounded heart. His mind races, too. Shifts it’s gears into extreme turmoil and CONFUSION. Why not take your shot – ? WHY NOT STRIKE HIM DOWN, SON – ?

Why did you come back.

My son. It was not by choice. Not entirely.

“ The tower. Something happened. The evil. My powers. I was awakened. I – sought to find you and your brother. Where is Vergil, Dante – ? ” The question he was afraid to ask at the very beginning. Pandora’s box – waiting to be opened. By then, Sparda had gained a different aura to him. On the defense. Already having reforged himself into steel, rather than baring his sorrows for HUMILIATION to take him by the throat. To annihilate him. He would not allow it. It would be for him to bear. To face the consequence with square shoulders was what he knew. It was all he knew. Sorrow was for the lonely. He knew loneliness in the darkest of nights. Not here. Not on this day. He would mourn and mull over his mistakes alone.

It doesn’t feel right to keep his anger so contained when it should be exploding in his father’s face. Words do not feel like proper ammo. Like they’re weaker than any damage his fists and weaponry can inflict. (How wrong he is on that front. Anyone can be destroyed by the use of words alone. It’s a kind of wound that remains open for years.) The youth has his back turned on his old man, glaring daggers at the bloodied head on his floor instead. Thinking on how satisfying it’d be to kill one of those bastards right about now, just to work this rising anger out of his system.

The name of his brother–the question that follows– has him go cold.

Feeling his father’s eyes on him, like the old man is looking right through the hunter has Dante tense up once more as his mind is mulling over the explanation with question slowly sinking in. The accompanying emotions ready to push themselves to the forefront of his mind. A loss so fresh, with guilt so heavy. Where is Vergil. Somewhere in hell, that’s about all he knows with absolute certainty. Likely already dead at this point.

Sorrow gets buried under anger, which fuels the fire already raging within. Hands twitch at his side, quickly fold over his chest as he can feel skin BREAK and melt away to make room for scales and plating. To hide this change from Sparda’s prying eyes. It’s his tone of voice he can not mask, however. Lower in pitch, an other-worldliness coloring vocals. Words growled out aggressively.

“I don’t fucking know. If I had to guess I’d say he’s dead and rotting in Hell.” Good riddance.

#sprda #o=|===> Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it [DMC3]#{seeing you pop back here #I HAD to make sure you had a thing to respond to)#{because I love you very much}

Claws

Fangs

and a spiky boy

#o=| dash commentary |===>

ROLEPLAYING HISTORY

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging!

CURRENTLY PLAYING

D.ante (D.MC)

WANT TO PLAY

Q (S.tar Trek)

Maybe someone else from TNG or DS9?

Gordon F.reeman (H.alf life)

M.oira (O.vw)

HAVE PLAYED

M.cCree (O.vw)

Chris R.edfield (R.esident Evil)

C.arver H.awke (D.ragon Age)

A.nders (D.ragon Age)