Hey, I Think Your Writing Is Really Awesome!! Idk About You, But I've Been Soooo Tired Lately (I'm In

hey, I think your writing is really awesome!! Idk about you, but I've been soooo tired lately (I'm in the middle of my final exams) and I was hoping to request some headcanons about how the DMC5 boys (& gals, if you like) would react to their s/o falling asleep on their shoulder. Thanks so much!

How the DMC 5 cast would react if their S/O fell asleep on them

Goodnight s/o, sweet dreams ft. Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Lady, Trish, and Nico with a sleepy s/o

Dante: 

He thinks it’s adorable. Your sleeping face is so cute, and you’re so warm.

He’ll just sit there and admire your sleeping form for a while. Eventually he’ll realize that your posture can’t be comfortable.

Gingerly, as not to wake you, he’ll pick you up and carry you to his bed where you can rest comfortably. 

Don’t worry though, he’ll cuddle up next to you so you aren’t lonely. 

Vergil:

He’s tense. He’s not sure how to react when he feels your head come to rest on his shoulder and slow, sleepy breaths meet his arm. He’s practically holding his breath.

He’ll wait a while, he knows you’ve been tired lately and he’s not one to cheat his beloved out of at least a few minutes rest.

Eventually, he’ll gently shake you awake. He’ll urge you to change and go lie on the bed so you can get a good rest. 

He’ll tuck you in and plant a kiss above your brow.

Nero:

He’s so happy, but he tries his best to stay still and not wake you up.

After a few minutes, he’ll slowly wrap his arm around you to pull you slightly closer to him.

So many forehead kisses, really an ungodly amount. If you weren’t asleep he would be embarrassed.

He’ll let you sleep next to him for as long as you want. 

V:

He’s nervous, but there’s also something so sweet about your sleeping form. He traces his fingers on your face with feather-light touches.

His heart is at peace, until you start to stir from his tickling touch. “Shouldn’t you sleep somewhere more comfortable?” he asks.

You simply groan and throw your arms around his neck, burying your face, fulling planning to fall back asleep.  

Maybe this will be the way you and your poet will finally get some well-deserved rest.

Lady:

She’s apprehensive, but she lets you stay. The longer you’re asleep for, the more she’ll relax.

Your sleeping face is so cute. The slow, shallow breaths that fan across her arm, she loves it, although she would never admit it.

She’ll watch you sleep, and maybe even fall asleep next to you.

Her thighs are the best pillows I promise.

Trish:

“Are they asleep?” “Yeah, do you want me to move them?” “No.”

What a predicament, too bad she can’t do anything about it, like nothing at all. What a shame, guess she’ll just have to put up with you until you wake up. Sigh~

Glares at anyone who makes too sudden a movement or too loud a noise. God forbid you wake up before you’re good and ready.

When you wake up, she’ll act like nothing happened. 

Nico:

Tries so hard to convince Nero to pass her a marker so she can draw a pp on your face. Nero knows better than to let her do that.

She’s probably the worst one to fall asleep on. She’ll move and shift and wiggle and whisper, she’s toeing the line of almost waking you up.

Expect her to take lots and lots of pictures of you. She thinks you’re so cute and you will never live it down.

Even though she’s not the best pillow, she’ll make sure you get some good sleep on an actual mattress afterwards. 

Oof final exams. I graduated from high school a few weeks ago so I know how exhausting it can be. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for requesting! <3

⭐I wanted to post some art stuffs i did in the past few months. I'm too lazy to add a signature or watermark so if you repost them to any other site be sure to credit me! ⭐

most all of these are reboot related bc it's brainrot season and I'm also probably gonna put these in multiple posts bc there's a lot.

^this one is older. I found it on my laptop and totally forgot about it until now. :D

thanks to all the ppl on here who keep updating the dmc reboot tag. this game is pretty much my life blood at this point.

THE KID REQUEST IS SO CUTE IM DYING! YOU'RE THE BEST! *takes the soggy cheeto* ITS CUTE!

Thank you!! I’m glad you liked it, I had so much fun writing it!

he's so Black Swan, Lana Del Rey pretty when you cry, evil coquette <3

I like the way you think friend 🤝

and I raise you, Kat's scene phase:

pls i love the idea of retired scene queen Kat 😭💖 Dante finds her old myspace one day and is like "oh, that's you"

She still does the racoon eyeliner tho but her hair is too damaged to dye or straighten anymore 😭

my h/c for kat when she was edgy and small🥺

For the Gentle Wind Doth Move [excerpt]

Gooood Morning! Sorry I haven't been writing on here these past few days, I've been working on the aforementioned 'Period Piece V x reader fanfic'. I am on the waiting list for an AO3 account where I will hopefully post it. Under the cut is a short excerpt of chapter one.

Enjoy.

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“There is a man in your garden.” the groundskeeper, Warren, said breathlessly from behind his white moustache. Astonishment painted his old features.

“A man?” you repeated worriedly. He simply nodded and grunted once in confirmation. You looked back at Della who had stopped her efforts to make breakfast, the kettle not even half-filled.

“I believe he’s wounded.” Warren continued quietly, taking off his hat. Before the sentence even left his lips, you stood erect, swiftly walking past him to get to the garden and see this “man”. Della followed you, Warren behind her. You broke out in a light jog after exiting the house. Della shouted something, a warning maybe, but you were set on seeing who it was; the mystery man that had frightened Warren and possibly broken into your garden.

Then you saw him.

You were no more than ten feet away from him when Della’s arm shot out in front of you to stop you.

“What if he’s dangerous?” she hissed in warning. There was no malice aimed in her words, only worry. Her brow was knitted and her eyes were on the man.

From what you could see he was unconscious. The man’s body was covered in a large sheet of some kind, shrouding everything between his shins and neck. His form was slumped between the stone wall and your rhododendron bushes. The red flowers hung around his face and body, framing him in almost a profound and artistic way. If he did not move you could have been convinced he was a painting. He was folded in on himself almost protectively. His head lolled on his shoulder, inky black hair that came to about his jaw was plastered to his face and prevented you from seeing his eyes. You could make out a prominent nose and full lips, his cheeks were sunken just so and he was absolutely soaked to the bone.

“How long has he been out here?” you asked Warren.

“I don’t know. Found him this morning. Then I told you.” he put simply.

Warren inched closer to the man’s unconscious form.

“He appears to be nude.”

“Nude?”

“Under the cloth.”

A light rosy blush dusted your cheeks. It could have been the cold morning air, yes it must be.

You pondered the situation for a moment. What could have possibly happened for him to arrive here unconscious and nude? The man intrigued you immensely and you didn’t even know his name. Surely people would talk if you let him in your house, surely there would be drama, but you couldn’t just turn away an injured man on your property. Hopefully no one else saw him, your nearest neighbor was no more than two miles away.

“Bring him inside.”