menticide.

[darkslayr]

im too lazy to render his tattoos right now but i was feelin bi tonight... feelin the biddies out look

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[frombrahams]

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silent hill 3 original soundtrack    track xxiv

[mineco000]

[literarymiscellany]

In the dark, only the Devil can cast a shadow.

Eduardo C. Corral, from “Watermark,” in Slow Lightning (via elucipher)

[lifeinpoetry]

it might not be appropriate to ask someone what their least favorite part of physical intimacy is  for me it’s the prolonged awareness of my skin

Kimmy Walters, from “It’s Midnight and Sam Is Talking,” Killer (via lifeinpoetry)

[arsuf]

Devil May Cry 5  ▪  9/?

[meowbitch1-deactivated20151124]

…the descent to the Underworld is easy. / night and day the gates of shadowy Death stand open wide, / but to retrace your steps, to climb back to the upper air— / there the struggle, there the labor lies….

Virgil, The Aeneid, 6.149-52, translated by robert fagles (via meowbitch1)

[forestlune-deactivated20200417]

from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator  ☆

[cure4psycho]

No offense these are the funniest fucking tags

[darkslayr]

ICHORHEXRT.

“Never answers his phone, and is never here when you need him, typical dante.” shaking his head in a joking manner as he pushes the door shut with his foot, “To think we’re like business partners….what ever i don’t need him here for this anyways, you guys been getting calls? cause our branch is deader then hollowed ground.”

    “ HERE I thought you were stopping by to tell us anything but grim news. ” It’s a tease, but it doesn’t carry on his voice as lightly as he intended it to, which says everything about their current situation.  “ It’s been quiet down here as well. ” Vergil rests his book in his lap with a sigh, giving one glance over to the ever silent phone. “ Stubbornly so. I can only wonder why. ”

[darkslayr]

SACREDDIIVINITY.

The elf coughed, her ears dropping subtly at the intimidating aura the man was concealing somehow, just like the owner of the place, the man pretty sure was more than he showed. Cleaning her now bloody, white dress even though it was now impossible to clean it, she wanted to look presentable someway. Thankfully, she left her sister outside; this man didn’t look like someone to be mess with, unlike Dante and she knew her sister, she would try to pick up a fight with the unknown man.

Valeryel found the man quite similar as the demon hunter that loved dressing in red.

“Excuse me for intruding and ruining your nightly reading, sir” She accommodated the long staff on her back, satisfied when it didn’t fell, staying in place “Oh… He is not here? Here I thought he had more information.” Her white coloured eyes went from the man to the door, coming back to the man “I apologize for troubling you but… he didn’t leave anything for us? The Lavellan twins?”

    VERGIL PUTS the book aside while she speaks, focused on her with great intent, questioning what she meant by information, wondering what it was, but his attention is soon drawn away from this at the mention of the possibility of something being left behind for them, and a name.

He thinks for a moment before he stands and slowly, but quietly responds with a simple. “ Possibly. ” Vergil doesn’t mention that organization tends to fall short here at times, knowing it was bad for business to appear as such a mess, so he tries to handle his barely even vague idea of what she could potentially be referring to as smoothly as he can.  “ I was not informed, but if you tell me more, perhaps I can help you. ” He begins to stray over to the desk, moving behind it to seat himself in Dante’s chair, opening a drawer to check for any paperwork relating to the twins. “ Start with what he may have left for you. What information are you seeking? ”

[darkslayr]

OFCREED.

“That’s understandable.” he spoke as he moved to take a seat on the sofa. The brunet looked at Vergil noted that he and Dante may look the same but both carried themselves very differently. “I couldn’t help myself but to clean. I didn’t have anything better to do.” Who knew Dante was such a slob? The brunet hoped he didn’t overstepped himself.

He looked at Vergil. “If you have anything you want to ask, then do.” he felt like he was intruding but this was Dante’s idea after all. Dante insisted. “ …” He couldn’t return to Fortuna. No. He was a dead man there and he wasn’t able to face his family just yet.

“…..”

    “ I AM sure the work was sorely needed. I have not been here for a few days, and it can easily get out of hand. ” Vergil had made it a habit to try to encourage Dante to clean up his own messes, but it was easier said than done, for his brother didn’t always follow along.  It’s a subject he no longer puts a great deal of focus on, for he finds it majorly irrelevant now when there are more important things to discuss, and he is pleased with the offer of answers to any questions he may have.

    “ ---- You said you are a demon. ” Vergil starts, watching Credo carefully, eyes still narrowed and his brow still knit. “ I find it interesting a devil would find a home in a place where people worship a traitor... unless you are also one yourself, then I see why Dante has chosen to befriend you. ” He steps further into the room, wandering over to the desk and lifting his free hand to trace the edge of it with a single finger. “ How long were you living in Fortuna? ”

[lifeinpoetry]

i do not want to have you to fill the empty parts of me i want to be full on my own i want to be so complete i could light a whole city and then i want to have you cause the two of us combined could set it on fire

Rupi Kaur, from milk and honey (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

I was not a lovable child, and I’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs.

Gillian Flynn, from Dark Places (via lifeinpoetry)

[archaeologicals-deactivated2016]

I was fifteen, and when I picture myself then, I see flames shooting up, see myself falling off the edge of the world, and am amazed I survived not the outside world but the inside one.

Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost (via archaeologicals)

[natalieweepoetry]

“When did you realise?”  Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth. In another universe, the words rise from your throat like a river pulled by the moon. In another universe, you say: I fell asleep and I woke hungry for the soft peach of your lips. One day, I realised your smile could make flowers grow. When you laughed, I was struck with a love the size of the whole world.

NATALIE WEE, EXCERPT OF “GIRLS”, PUBLISHED IN ROLLICK MAGAZINE (via wondersmithinc)

[lifeinpoetry]

When you look at yourself in the mirror, you have to be careful, or you’ll start to feel very strange. Is that really you?

Kelly Link, from “Valley of the Girls,” Get In Trouble: Stories (via lifeinpoetry)

[darkslayr]

1 thing i do apply to vergil is that --- while he doesn’t put any value on human life and he’s quite desensitized to them --- he doesn’t kill humans unless he deems it necessary. 

mind you, though, his idea of “necessary” is morally skewed. it can apply to a number of things. if you’re an obstacle, it’s necessary. if you have something he wants and he can’t get it from you any other way? necessary. if you’re forcing yourself well beyond his limit / making yourself into any kind of threat on any level, ignoring his warnings, then it’s necessary.