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#one luminary clock against the sky (self.)

send 📚 for a random line in a book as a starter. | accepting. | @pharaohspider

“All my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing.”

#tbt.#pharaohspider #Hungry man ; reach for the book ; it is a weapon. (meme.)#page 153; frankenstein #probably said to himself tbh

send 📚 for a random line in a book as a starter. | accepting. | @hopewrought

“All you need is a nice hole in the ground, so you can come and go as you please.”

#winsome creation ; that persists.#hopewrought #Hungry man ; reach for the book ; it is a weapon. (meme.)#page 126; Annie John

@whackywhoohoopizzaman

Dante gives V a dull look and slowly extends the dark-haired man a middle finger before he turns back to the situation before him. He’s pretty concerned if V should be here at all, with as frail as he is.

“You know, I can probably handle this on my own.”

Fiery chasms were engulfing pillars of corrupted buildings, wisted by demon’s fleshy plantlife. Hands

reaching skyward, hungry for the pair of men that would ultimately be their demise. Should he have some luck in the matter, it would only be Dante doing the work that would entail it.

“Oh, I don’t intend to help.”

Before: his cane, laxly held, now plants into the soft dirt and aids a slow-going trail leading away from the impending chaos.

#the disguise ; glutton's war cry.#v chuckin deuces #while dante flips the bird

@whackywhoohoopizzaman continued:

“Not to touch the thing?” Dante cringes as he waves about his singed hand. It had hurt that is for sure.

“You’re costing us time,” firmly says V; an amount of callous there that cares not for his injury.

#whackywhoohoopizzaman #your url ends my life at the start of every round.#the disguise ; glutton's war cry.

send 📚 for a random line in a book as a starter. | accepting. | @shadowtongued

“Nothing can stand against the argument of military necessity. There is no appeal from reason.”

#shadowtongued #unheard silver ; spangled night.#Hungry man ; reach for the book ; it is a weapon. (meme.)#page 667; E.E. cummings complete poems

send 📚 for a random line in a book as a starter. | accepting. | @liibertcs

“Pray, tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe.”

#liibertcs #the thread that kept the fray.#Hungry man ; reach for the book ; it is a weapon. (meme.)#(pride perhaps???)#page 36; Obvious State Classics Collection

send 📚 for a random line in a book as a starter. | accepting. | @crimsonheartbreaker

“Look---here’s a piece of paper and a pen. Count all the doors and windows. List everything blue.”

#page 5; coraline.#crimsonheartbreaker #shatter ; red vessel.#Hungry man ; reach for the book ; it is a weapon. (meme.)

musesgonnamuse

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.

#hungry man ; reach for the book ; it is a weapon. (meme.)

evilwvergil

My work for @ofinkandsuits Thank you so much for having me on this awesome project and I’m truly grateful I can participate with the amazing artists. Gothic fashion “V” and “Griffon”,they are lovely for me, I love them together…

#im living bruh #in terror of whose furious beak (griffon.)#one luminary clock against the sky (self.)

rbw-media

V

#one luminary clock against the sky (self.)#1 goth

@monstriiss

*waits patiently to be revered and adored*

WAITING IS DONE SHE DEMANDS TO BE CHERISHED

Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are, At random from the truth vainly expressed: For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

#wouldst thou like more prose in your trying time m'lday #pleaseth thee?#just don't leave anymore goats and you will receive a very short lifetime's worth of revering poems #monstriiss #deific heights ; the eater.

valtsv

villain monologues r a love language

valtsv

i’m just saying, if you spend hours or even days coming up with and rehearsing an excessively lengthy and melodramatic speech with which to taunt your nemesis while you fight, which you then deliver in a manner that is clearly intended to dazzle & impress, then is your obsession with them reallllly as solely motivated by ill intent as you claim it is

#Birth was the death of him (aesthetic)#oof

daysold

demonic contracts and poetry

for the iron-willed.

indie. private. roleplay blog.

rules & graphic credit

V from Devil May Cry /// Crossover Lover /// Dark Themes Ahead

bbblackcats

#calling all spardas.#Birth was the death of him (aesthetic)

“You are distracting me.” // l m a o

four words for an audience

In the dark embrace of the woods,

in the somber tears of a city rain,

and now, in the shade of an abandoned home.

Thrice: a man with his face appeared, though their differences were slowly unfolding. How thin the veil between Fates was ( when applied pressure by the right weapon ) that they should chance one another again. His jaw was set,

and his, too,

they were locked in unspoken war of dismissals and acceptances both. Whose identity was real? No doubt the question running through their separate minds. He had felt himself Halved already — cleaved in two, by his Full self’s hands — to ponder that he might be divided smaller, and not knowing it, was a fright.

Outside, the shrieks of humans are tearing through the streets, as they, themselves, are torn. Shredded by the hungry gnashing of demons, their compound eyes red with their blood. A swarm of them, covering every convenient nook of the neighborhood. Too many to be fought alone, at least like this.

He sat promptly beneath the windowsill and knew that the self-serving answer was to ignore their plight and wait out the passing frenzy. With his namesake emblazoned on its cover, he’d opened the book that manifested at whim —

not quite acknowledging the Mirror’d image sharing the floor with him.

“Better you than them.”

#vitavitale #breath ; gathered within myself.#Hungry man ; reach for the book ; it is a weapon. (meme.)#vibrates

#ooc.#minus not being able to see my neck tattoo ( a crime ) this outfit was plush winter realness.

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