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Wired: dating a clone of your human mother
Inspired: Fucking your half-demon father’s humanity
Request commission for @red-in-every-sense-of-the-word !
I've not played Devil May Cry a day in my life, but through learning about these characters through this commission that may change. She requested Dante and Trish and after telling me about their headcanoned relationship dynamic, I came up with this.
I also really liked Dante's giant dragon sword, so I decided to thow that in, too. I may not know much about Devil May Cry, but what I DO KNOW is that giant swords are a must.
Thank you again for another request, Red, as always, I had fun!
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I would make a Dantrish Ship Week if I thought anyone would participate.
And finally, some Dante and Trish!
Dante was checking out the fashion magazine from Patty, and he ended up eyeing a lipstick.
Dante once took a job from a ghost. After the spirit's wish was fulfilled, it disappeared—but a teddy bear it had left behind stayed. He couldn't bring himself to throw it away, and had no idea what else to do with it. So he decided to treat the bear as a friend. He saved it a spot on the couch, and even took it with him to the bar.
Then Trish showed up. Sometimes, during movie nights, she'd hold the bear while they watched cheesy slasher flicks they'd rented. And when it came time for cleaning, they'd bicker over whose turn it was to wash the bear.
Dante had almost forgotten the bear even existed—until Trish decided to leave. She didn't take everything with her. It was as if she had never been there at all, like she was just a hallucination born from Dante's loneliness. She only packed the bare essentials.
Just before she walked out, she tossed him a coin. She held a hand to her ear and gave him a wink—call her. The coin worked in any public phone. Dante turned it over and saw Trish's silhouette printed on it. He let out a helpless chuckle, then reached down and straightened the bear, which had tipped over on the couch.
In sleep she sang to me, in dreams she came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name