Vergil, pls stop being so extra—
❛ ---------- Speak for yourself . ❜
@divitale

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Vergil, pls stop being so extra—
❛ ---------- Speak for yourself . ❜
@divitale
❝You have not really defeated the enemy if you adopt their methods.❞
MASS EFFECT 2 PROMPTS | meme.
❝ I’m not hearin’ any better ideas outta ya. ❞ He eyes the feline, prowling shadow by summoner’s heel. Hypocrite. Demons by his side, attention to his beck and call. It leaves the question to stand, damning and absolute: with friends like these who’s your enemy in all of this then, V? Least the cat’s not so much a talker, wishes he could say the same for the bird. Temptation to call foul; persistent urge settles on tongue, and he swallows those words down hard. They’re in it for the long haul now, and HE WANTS TO GET THIS JOB DONE.
❝ Long as we hit this guy where it hurts. I’m down. ❞ There’s the lift of shoulders as he sheathes Red Queen to his back, shrugging away at the remnants of tree rot collected generously in layers on his coat. Form shifts, gaze shifts towards the invitation of reprieve, the motor hum of a van nearby; their ride out of here. ❝ If you wanna get all high and mighty on me, go ahead. ❞ They all have their stake in this plighted battle, and there’s the benefit of the doubt. Helped him this far, after all, V at least deserves that much.
❝ Just don’t get in my way. ❞
Ⓐ love me
RATING TIME | ACCEPTING | @divitale
ATTRACTIVENESS:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
PERSONALITY:
grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible
HOW LIKELY WOULD THEY HAVE SEX WITH THEM:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend
FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
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where's my tag, you punk 👀 🔪
UP YER ASS, BITCH | @divitale
Wherever my creativity also is hiding >:/
FIVE SENSES AESTHETIC. bold what applies to your muse.
❛ &. ┊ SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colors.
❛ &. ┊ HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mom / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.
❛ &. ┊ TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favorite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggies. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.
❛ &. ┊ TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.
❛ &. ┊ SMELL. morning glories and honeysuckles. freshly cut grass. hot chocolate in the middle of winter. nail polish. acetone. hospital rooms. smoke. hair spray. your favorite shampoo /conditioner. the scent of home. perfume. cologne. mint. something burning. wet dogs. copper. metal. unemptied ash trays. something familiar yet different.
tagged. none, i stole it.
tagging. @duxcorvus / @ofgil / @voidbrkn ( isabelle ) / @vibraea / @divitale
HEEL OF BOOT SCRAPES AGAINST THE SICK , BARREN LAND UNDERFOOT ; fatigue bearing down upon every part of his being , EVEN HIS VERY SOUL , as footsteps slow to a complete stop . He grimaces to himself ( FOR HOW COULD HE HAVE ALLOWED HIMSELF TO BECOME SO WEAK ? ) , gruff grunt surfacing from within his chest as he comes to lean body against the solid base of gnarled tree . REST BECKONS HIM , a sweet susurrus against his ear , temptation which he begins to fall into as back hits the trunk & slowly , he begins to lower himself until he’s seated with back leaning against the dying tree .
HE KNOWS NOT HOW LONG HE REMAINS AS SUCH , but the sound of footsteps is enough to warn him of ANOTHER THAT APPROACHES HIM . The frozen waters of eyes skim over the world before him , settling on the lone figure that nears . FATIGUED HE MAY BE , BUT HE IS NOT HELPLESS ( NOT EVEN WITH CORRUPTION THAT STILL COURSES THROUGH HIS VEINS ) .
❛ There is nothing for you to see here . Continue on your path . ❜
@divitale
@divitale | sc.
❝ You’re packing more than that cane, right? ❞ Sprung question, fleeting interest. He doesn’t often find himself mingling with Dante’s clients; not his job, not his paycheque on the line either. But just this once, consider his interest piqued. Crown of cropped hair angles somewhat, steel blue eyes pry to the book clutched within the other’s hold, to the gold engraved letter V etched over worn cover. Flickers of attention pass, a visible question looming on the horizon of his expression; one he’ll smother, extinguish, and save for a later date.
❝ ‘Cause if this all ends up goin’ down the shitter---- ❞ Lofty doubt present in spite of spoken levity; isn’t even sure of the details yet. He only speaks to provoke; draw out a reaction of whatever kind. ❝ ---Can’t let those demons start snackin’ on ya, now can we? ❞