#katxvergil

I am falling, I am fading, I am drowning Help me to breathe

belated gift to myself for both my birthday but also to get back into the swing of things art wise. by doing this fittingly belated art trend from 2025

art only blog - insta - bluesky - cara - inprnt - redbubble (image description in alt)

codependent

Or DmC!vergil and original!vergil with statue?

i had so much fun with these. i also got way too excited that someone asked me to draw verat and couldn't pick a pose, so two for the price of one there (palettes found here!)

Home. Finally. Part of her knows it won’t be right. She knows in the marrow of her bones. Yet her muscles and her circulatory system don’t seem to be on the same page. She’s anticipating the doors to open and things will be how they’re supposed to be. The smell comes to her imagination first. Vergil’s apartment always smelled good. Expensive, rich in all sorts of ways. There’d be soft, calming, classical music. Or maybe something on the TV. Or maybe piano music would fall down from the stairs, into the first floor. Or theorbo. More likely theorbo. As odd of an instrument it was, it was Vergil’s primary. Piano was to appease his mother. Theorbo was for him. Or maybe he’d be there. In the kitchen cooking. In the living room with his eyes on the TV or his nose in a book. Perhaps his laptop will be with him. Maybe he’ll be in the dining room. And then he’ll hear the door ding and he’ll turn his head and he’ll smile at her so blindingly a- The door opens. And Vergil’s penthouse is no different then anything else in this place, reminding her that she’s shocked the elevator works. That she’s surprised the floors have held. That there’s any Order at all to walk through. Right. Dante’s still downstairs. He’s probably just started to freak out about her having gone up here alone. But she had to see. She had to.

Summary: Kat and Dante go back to the ruins of the Order to see if anything can be salvaged.

Word Count: 3,101

Rating: M (swearing, mentions of past self harm, mentions of self harm coping techniques)

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post game angst

in this one things escalated quickly

“The Orders a secure compound, you can’t just call people,” Kat says, hands in her lap atop the blankets. She’s not getting out of the bed unless she has to. Dante looks to her, not buying it.  “I’ve seen people use their phones here all day,” Dante says and Vergil crosses his arms.  “They’re secure,” Vergil replies. “They’re made secure and safe for use in the building, connected to our networks and protected from outside spyware and worse.”  “Ok, so let me borrow a phone. I want to borrow a phone anyway,” Dante says.   “How are w-” Kat starts, ready to go into a whole rant about not trusting Dante, about how their location can’t get out to anyone on the outside, how this is all vital and they don’t know him or the girl he wants to call, but she stops herself with a yawn.  “We...can’t just let you call some girl,” Vergil says and Kat’s grateful that he picks up so easily from where her thoughts left off. “She hasn’t been screened, we don’t know anything about her, should anything get out she could compromise our entire mission.” Dante’s expression twists and for a brief, brief moment. Almost like how Vergil’s twists when he’s mad and trying to hold it in. It jolts Kat awake, that brief moment of sameness between them, though Vergil is none the wiser. He doesn’t know his own face like she does. Nothing about his twin is eerie in that way to him.

Summery: It's Dante's first night at the Order and he wants to tie up some loose ends. Kat and Vergil have some reservations about the idea, and Dante in general.

Words: 3,471 

Rating: T (minor swearing, canon compliant murder mentions)

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an average day at the order

this was a super, super belated birthday gift to myself that i hastily finished the other day for fun, close ups on my two favorite panels beneath the cut!