ROT && WITHER !

independent, private && selective roleplay blog for VALEFOR an OC DEMON set in the DEVIL MAY CRY verse. Written by MANA. she / her. 27. GMT+2. tracking; #proditorious

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𝐈 𝐆 𝐍 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄, feral one.

And 𝘿 𝙀 𝙑 𝙊 𝙐 𝙍  !

An OC DEMON { VALEFOR } set within the world of DEVIL MAY CRY.  { Penned by Mana, personals do not reblog ! }

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ascending the qliphoth, by pacific dash. 

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me, actually getting muse back for real for my dmc characters? maybe.

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allow me to shout from the rooftops, but if you interact with m.iles . . . I’m going to unapologetically ask you to fuck off.

m.iles inflicted on me some of the worse mental anguish, harassment, guilt trips && manipulation tactics I’ve endured which accumulated with me leaving the rpc / losing muse for just about everything.

if y’all wanna go be a circus, kindly honk your noses and slap your shoes together somewhere else. unfollow & hardblock me if you want but that’s the tea.

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✎ we had hands now it's time for shitlords rising.

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@monstriiss​: holds out hand, pspspspspspspspspsps 

      intrigued & equally charmed, the demon presses his skeletal muzzle against Drath’s pale hand. even monstrous looking rot dragons need pets too , especially when they’re being bullied.

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      ❝ spardas. ❞

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birth of venus except it’s val & the clam is the door from the RV.

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 @fractempyreal​: Vergil, from a distance: He's not even a dragon. He's a wyvern.

       ❝ Augustan wonderbread wants to try and tell me what classifies as a dragon or not — wyverns are a classification of dragon , but not all of us a limb elitists, Vergil. ❞

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a small val done by unravel on twitter.

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Desert Bluffs sentence meme

❝ I rarely feel anything. I rarely feel anything at all. ❞

❝ This is an exciting moment in anyone’s professional life! ❞

❝ You look nice today! This is an assumption, but it is a safe assumption. I am positive you look nice. ❞

❝ How can it get better, really? I wouldn’t risk it. ❞

❝ Honestly, I don’t think the government even knows how to orchestrate a project of this magnitude, and of this quality. ❞

❝ But let’s not think on woulds, coulds, and shoulds. ❞

❝ You have a beautiful face! A memorable face. ❞

❝ What if I told you that your perfect self hated your imperfect self? ❞

❝ It’s very important to work hard! So important. More important than life itself! ❞

❝ Isn’t that nice? Just honest folks, dealing honestly with other honest folks. Just point out the liar, and denounce them. ❞

❝ Nothing to worry about, just stay out of the way. It will pass. As with life, and as will all things, it will pass. ❞

❝ Ever eaten things that made you think differently? Breathed things? ❞

❝ You do want to become a better person, right? You want to be valued, you want to have value, you want your value, numerically speaking, to increase? ❞

❝ Hiding from nature is taking away a lot of business productivity. ❞

❝ It feels good to have a crime-free tomorrow, doesn’t it? It makes any crimes that happen today feel justified. ❞

❝ What if I told you that your gauzy reflection looked perfect – just perfect? ❞

❝ Lemme help you with that! I’m coming in there. ❞

❝ How much sand do you think there is in the world? There’s got to be a lot. A lot of sand. Who even counts it all? Wow! Big questions today. ❞

❝ I am stuck inside… doing a job I very much love, of course. ❞

❝ Do you forget sometimes about your own skin, your own hair, or other people’s hair and skin? ❞

❝ I can’t imagine why, in a beautiful town with so many kinds of yogurt stores and pony-petting stations, anyone would want to fight his neighbor. ❞

❝ I don’t like to talk about it much. ❞

❝ Funny how the skull is so visible in your mouth. Weird. Who thinks of that stuff? I don’t know. Weird, right? ❞

❝ But you know, I don’t like the adjectives “new” or “long-time.” ❞

❝ What if I told you you could kill your imperfect self? What if I told you you could achieve your fullest potential? ❞

❝ Your life may be a total lie. Well, at best a fever dream. Or someone else’s night terror. That’s probably it. ❞

❝ I have such a healthy respect for nature. Vile, vile nature. ❞

❝ When people are sad and lazy, I become less kind. ❞

❝ My grandmother used to embroider pillows with the phrase, ‘reach your full productive potential!’ I loved those pillows so much, she sold one to me! ❞

❝ No more emotional symbiosis. ❞

❝ How delightful! I’m…totally disgusted by it. Can’t stand the taste or the smell. In fact, to look at it causes me to heave. But thank you, that’s so kind! ❞

❝ That’s just blood! And some old bones, and loose teeth, and beaks and things. I finally decorated, thanks for noticing! ❞

❝ Telling sad people to cheer up is like an extra level of kindness! ❞

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me, looking at the fact that vergil’s theme song in DMC5 is 10 MINUTES LONG, are you good buddy.

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a crumb of lore, if you will. the eurynomos are famous for devouring one another, and thus absorbing their fallen adversaries essence into themselves. As a demon whose ruling spheres are rot and ruination; so bacteria and virus’ adapt, it festers and manifests particularly violently in Val’s own morphology when under extreme measures.

his fellow brothers & sisters were simply consumed and assimilated into his grand design, footnotes, conduits to amplify his ravenous design. Pazuzu however, would not succumb and be devoured so easily. Her essence and core being were great, terrible, and steadfast.

in her, the might of their kind pulsed, an amalgamation of a wickedly thorned heart. since demons first emerged from the primordial slop of their own demise, wanting and desirous. regina tyrannus, the six eyed beast. she who devours.

so when valefor sank his serrated teeth into her cooling flesh upon the ruined mountain tops, he absorbed that wickedness, her hungering presence. took it within himself. the effects were not immediately understood, they’re subtle until they’re not. when he comes apart, when he calls upon her wretched frame to protect him still.

her eyes open on his frame, seeping from the open wounds upon his plates. rebuild in the seams of him as pestilent appendages, coated in filth. even when he’s forced to assume a more unassuming form, if he’s wounded or otherwise force to no limits, his features distort in her likeness.

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headshot sketches done by my wonderful friend, Nise !

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gets emotional, I hope y’all are doing well. I miss you.

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I like to think that for all the theatrics valefor possesses in his human / humanoid disguise — it is after all a deceptively clever mask to hide the truth of him & take the unwitting off guard when they’re presented with hells manifestation of rot & ruin  — there are moments where he’s incredibly sober and intense.

not in a fiery way, but the sort of intensity one feels when watching november downpour from a window. it’s melancholic intensity, born of old bones and older experiences.

his youthful appearance gives way to a more mature demeanour, down to the very silhouette of him changes. aging him immensely into a portrait of something that should by all accounts be incapable of great depths of emotion, trodden down by it.

it’s an uncomfortable juxtaposition.

he’ll deny it of course, backed by the scattered number of individuals who claim to hold these conversations when he’s moonlighting as humanoid.   

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      val outside your window at 3am with a boombox but instead of the romantic serenade you’re expecting he’s singing I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts.