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[demonslayvr]

@dwellsinme / 🔥

  Everything was so loud —— street’s bustling with so much life & unfamiliarity ( faces he had NEVER seen before. The world was dizzying. He squeezes his hands against his ears ; a feeble attempt to fend it off. ) Boot’s clak against the ground as he clumsily ducked and weaved through all the passerby’s. — find Mother — find Father — find Vergil. Was all that rung within the small boy’s head. That’s when for a moment HOPE colour’s his tear ridden cheeks. Off in the distance he briefly catches the flash of SILVER. Antonio…Father!!

  He pushes through the crowd until it seeped into nothingness. A barren long street & a large sign. ( He’s positive that’s where he sore his father enter ! ) Tripping on his own feet   — he rushes down the street and almost stumbles into the door as he threw little hands against it to KNOCK. When there’s an answer ; the boy’s far too distracted bailing his eye’s out ( a hic escaping him. )

                                                       “ —— Fa…father ! “

           >> 🔥 <<       HE HADN’T HAD THE TIME TO EVEN   SIT DOWN     before he felt a overwhelming sense of distress and upset coming from behind.  he perks,  brows furrowing as he turned to face the door with surprise sitting on the cambion’s face.  he takes heavy steps back to the door   ---   only to be   SURPRISED    by the sudden little knock   (   or rather,  what sounded like someone   TRIPPING   and mis - knocking   )   upon his move to see what was going on.   when he opened the door,  initially,  nothing was before him   ---   what caught him was the   CRYING    then upon looking down was    A CHILD.   

but not just any child.

OH JEEZ   . .    

❝       ah  . .  kid   -------   hey        ❞   he breathes,  trying to not get  DISTRACTED   and stressed slight by the kid looking like,  well,  a younger version of himself.  the thought that maybe he was his father   MADE SENSE   due to the hair and maybe the stature but   . .  oh man this was going to be difficult.   he bites his lower lip to shift his coat tails behind him to kneel down on   ONE KNEE   and tries to find a face in all those tears.  in the mess of hair.

❝      kid   --------   can y’focus on me a sec   ??       ❞   he questions,  voice soft and his patience initiated to wait for his answer.  if he recalled how he   HIMSELF   had been as a kid when he was bawling or hysterical  . .  there was time   NEEDED   to settle.  to cool off at the very least ‘fore he could speak.  he would only give the exact care to them.

[scncfsparda]

“Loser buys pizza and sundaes, you in on this bet?” Dante asks, forcing a cue into the other’s hand before he could formally accept. “How’s your luck on a game of billiards?”

@dwellsinme |  ✦

[durativo]

@dwellsinme liked your post:like for a short starter with Tony Redgrave

“I really wish there was a way to check if there was a way I could tell you were Vergil and not Dante like you keep saying you are...” He folded his arms, leaning back. “Well... I guess there is a way, but... uh...” He huffed. “No, that’s not going to work unless you’re about to be very okay with taking off your pants.”

“So Dante, if that’s who you really are, tell me something only Dante would know. Something Vergil wouldn’t ever know. Since you’re probably not going to show me if you have Vergil’s weird crotch birthmark.”

[fragilehunter]

V starts when the child crashes into him -- but his eyes widen as he looks down at the boy with his shock of white hair. Silvery white that matches his own beneath Nightmare’s blackness. A panicked child with that hair... Who was he?

“It’s alright.” He keeps his voice soft and takes a moment before kneeling down to be on eye level. “Are you okay? Do you need help?”

No matter what, he isn’t going to turn away a child who looks lost. He doesn’t know what help he can reasonably offer - but he would just have to work that out.

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[hellrend]

(ෆ ͒•∘̬• ͒)◞ + i'm gonna use this as an excuse to say the passion and heart you have for all your dmc muses is delightful but otherwise your nero is very lovely !! it's so evident the amount of thought and heart that goes into your headcanons for him ( this is properly more then one thing but ajkfafhajk )

gfdkjhg thank you! i love dmc so much as a fandom and there’s just too many characters i wanna write and explore… and i’m weak, so i often cave and make sideblogs and stuff for the muses i crave to see in the rpc. admittedly? i blame this on @demonslayvr and @desuntcetera tho.

but gluh, it’s just so nice that people seem to enjoy what i’m doing be it on nero or my other dmc nerds. just fff, thank you! <3

[agonybow]

‘ what in the fuck was that all about? ‘

@dwellsinme //  starter call.

[kyvrie]

whispers / Does kyrie ever wonder if she was aware of her DT sooner or activated it sooner if she could of done more to help prevent the events of dmc4 / including that of what would become her brother's fate ?

SHE   OF   MELTED   FEATHERS   &   WAX   /   OF   GUILT’S   LACERATIONS;   ash   to   ash   -   dust   to   dust;   this   is   known.   however,   if   the   porcelain   of   angelic   body   &   the   guard   of   armored   wings   could’ve   prolonged   credo’s   fate   for   the   years   to   come,   she   would’ve   been   his   shield.   sanctus   should’ve   been   reduced   to   nothing   but   a   red   stain   ‘pon   the   savior   by   her   own   hands   before   she   had   a   chance   to   be   a   power   source.   should   have   -   could   have   -   would   have.   knees   dug   into   the   skin   of   her   chest,   tears   have   long   dried,   bottom   lip   ruined   from   fangs;   self   loathing   bubbles   further   each   time   the   holes   in   her   lips   heals   without   a   trace.   it’s   recalled   within   a   haze   -   remembering   each   piece   of   her   heart   she   had   to   pick   up   when   nero   told   her   credo   had   …   had   …   when   she   was   just   only   a   few   meters   away,   remembering   the   blinding   animalistic   anger   pulsing   under   perfect   skin;   the   demons   left   to   paste   in   the   wake   of   the   beast’s   rampage. 

a   deep   breath,   rib   cage   shakes   &   shudders;   claws   tear   into   the   blankets   covering   sweat   sheen   body.   she   is   without   regret,   her   being   the   cause   of   angus’   demise;   sometimes   she   can   still   feel   flesh   under   her   nails,   the   wondrous   feeling   of   destruction   &   the   last   expression   from   credo.   fear.   maybe   it’s   better   off   that   he’s   …   gone.   so   she   wouldn’t   be   rejected   -    for   she   had   became   the   monster   under   everyone’s   bed.   &   like    many   nights   like   tonight,   she   is   gifted   credo’s   disappointment,   hatred,   &   anger   in   her   dreams;   so   she   lies   here   -   trapped   in   an   ouroboros   of   her   own   creation,   marking   off   another   night;   cheers   to   a   year   of   grief   &   regret.