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HI YOU CAN NOW FIND V ON MY MULTIMUSE @boldplan !!!!!!!!

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hi i made a tifa lockhart you can follow her @limithart !

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hi i made a tifa lockhart you can follow her @limithart !

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hey,   all!!   so after a bit of thinking,   i’ve decided that ultimately i am going to take all my devil may cry muses and move them to a multimuse blog specifically for the series --   that means that v here,   as well as trish over @ boltwitch,   will be moving pretty shortly.   there’ll be other characters listed as well,   canon and original,   so i’d be ecstatic if you guys would come follow me there as well !!   give this post a like if you’re interested in following the new blog,   and i’ll see you soon.    ♡

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ok so i’m gonna try to work on some long-owed drafts but in the meantime the first handful of people --   i’m gonna say four or five   -- to like this will get a tiny little starter thing !!

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Do You Care Him ...........

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HOT TAKE FOR MY FIRE EMBLEM 3 HOUSES VERSE: v’s paralogue becomes available just before storming enbarr and facing off with edelgard and those who slither in the dark; essentially what it entails is v requesting byleth / the army’s aid to return to an “ underground facility “ ( read: belonging to those who slither, and also where he was forced thru their experimentation ) in search of something “ important “. it turns out to be a tome written in ancient tongue, but which v states is of the utmost importance, and in essence he’s indebted to the army / byleth for accompanying him and allowing him to find it at all.

the tome contains the sort of sorcery those who slither used to bind v to their darkness / dark blood and provides him a way to unbind himself, at the cost of his becoming wholly human again and still remaining as frail as he was before. tl;dr, v gets to live a normal life after the war.

if this paralogue is not completed before entering the capital of the empire, v will die a year after the events of the war as a result of his body being too weak to sustain himself and the binding of twsitd any longer. essentially he deteriorates and is no more.

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❞   hlycrwn‌ .

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                ❛     you needn’t promise any sort of benefit  ,  v .   while i am admittedly disinclined to stray too far from our present goal  ,  that does not mean i am unconcerned with the needs of those closest to me .     ❜               a smile  ,  reassuring   /   promising .   perhaps just mere months ago he would have scoffed at the notion of doing anything at all beyond storming enbarr’s gates  ,  all claws and fangs and   hunger   clinging to him as a second skin   ;   now  ,  the softness has settled back in .   perhaps not as it once was  ,  frayed and charred around the edges but there nonetheless .               ❛     i would like to know  ,  however  ,  the reason for our excursion .   forgive me but i do not fully believe you when you say it is simply a minor errand to be run   ;   that you would request assistance with any task suggests it is of at least some degree of importance .     ❜

                         “     𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 --   𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄?    “     he dances around the inquiry,   as he is wont to do:   candy-coated tongue and prettied words and all,   with the sort of smile tracing his lips that spelled out far more than he himself would divulge verbally.   secrets upon secrets,   and then some;   his arrival at garreg mach had been unprompted,   and his offer of assistance,   taken with narrowed eyes and one hand already at the hilt of a blade.   they knew nothing save for the fact that he was untrustworthy,   foreign,   neither quite friend or foe.   and though he’d done well to earn said trust over the months that passed, --   filled with blood and death and the stench of decay,   deterioration,   THE LOOMING END   -- v had gone to lengths to preserve what fog,   what secrecy surrounded himself and his origins,   perhaps extensively so.   and yet,   somehow,   he’s found himself here all the same:   standing before the king of faerghus,   just ready to let the mask slip;   just ready to,   perhaps,   allow a sliver of light to shine through on the otherwise shadowed room that was his past.   for a brief moment,   v hesitates.     “    … ... or is your question rooted not merely in formality,   but in curiosity?    “ 

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❞   cruorse‌ .

‘  of course … and man is but a poor player.  ’ when the curtain falls, all sound and fury of the tale ceases ; as does life, itself. the actors make their grand entrances only to pitifully exist mere hours later. mortality simply naught but a curse, as is humanity, itself. though, he cannot truly feel much pity for these players ‘pon the stage; especially not when he pulled the red curtains, unexpectedly, on his own parents. ( “ what are you doing, hector? /  what are you burning? ” then, there was only screaming. show’s over. ) he sighs. ‘ not entirely. no. i vastly prefer the idea of magnolias blossoming to man’s psychological dismay. ’

                          “    𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌 --   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓,   𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘,   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄.    “     for the very mortal man that has chosen to side with dracula and the nightmarish,   DEMONIC entities that made up his army,  --   an army raised with one goal,   and one goal only:   to raze the earth and eradicate all of the foolish humans that lived upon it   -- should despise humans,   should he not?   so much so that he should revel in the suffering of his fellow man,   however poetic or prosaic said suffering might be recited.   yet,   here he is   (  FORGEMASTER,   NECROMANCER!  ),   talking averseness,   talking flowers.   a hum escapes v’s thin lips,   head canting as he simply pauses to observe.     “    … …   sunflowers,   perhaps?    “      he’s got such a poem on the tip of his tongue already,   should hector so wish to hear it.

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❞   aevyternal‌:

                        ❝    ————   You’ve   been   fighting   again ,   haven’t   you ?    ❞        It   comes   as   an   obvious   statement   [   she   can   smell   blood   tinging   the   air   ] ,   pale   silver   lifting   towards   him    &    softening   upon  noticing   the   bruises   splotching   across   skin ,   along   with   the   other   injuries .   Hand   REACHING   towards   his ,   she   allows   her   fingers   to   curl   around   his   briefly   [   as   COLD    &    as   lifeless   as   MARBLE   ] .

                         ❝    Allow   me   to   tend   to   you .   I   don’t   want   you   risking   possible   INFECTION   later   on .    ❞

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                           “    𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍,   𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑.    “     but there is,   of course,   good reason for such a thing:   starting with the blatant evidence that lines his pallid skin,   bruises and nicks and scrapes of all shapes and sizes,   fresh as could be;   ending with the way he dances around the question  (  as he is so wont to do,   when the TRUTH is asked of him  ),   the way his eyes drift up and away,   above her head,   elsewhere.   she takes her hand in his and it is cold,   cold like stone --   how she manages,   then,   to fill her words,   her demeanor with such warmth as she regards him is staggering indeed.   but v doesn’t necessarily mind it,   uncertain waters though it may well be.   to be honest makes him squirm,   but to be cared for --?   it fills a void in him he’s only now discovering is terribly EMPTY.     “    ... ...   i’m fine.   even i weren’t,   my injuries are not your burden to bear.    “