#v muses

[vovitale]

(( Vergil POC costume ^ Is the beautiful mod here ))

( Mods here are V DmC Vergil costume ;  DMC1 Dante (MHW) ; V with Yamato ; Nelo Angelo DT )

“ Some days when we split we mix and match on how to look ; now that Urizen and I are in more unison that is. Today was more of a Vergil day. 

Dte mentioned quite liking that first screenshot; I suppose we look not awful in it; the new clothes obviously help quite a lot. “

Reflection; o reflection; how dare you stare back

haunted and changed ; haggard stranger ; eyes wide

Is that me that stares back? It can not be ; he is long dead

then who stands before you now ; who are you?

A ghost ; a stranger ; nevermore

A zombie long buried ; no heart of its own to beat

It must steal a piece ; a half of a whole to beat

Well the Other half apathetic to the lack of a drum

Humming ; buzzing ; sputtering core in its place

And the whole envy of your heart

[justsketchingviolets]

I don't know if it's the season but I'm just craving some eldritch horror kink content.

Maybe Bloodbourne related...Bloodbourne was always a monsterfucker paradise.

[vovitale]

Orb huntin’

“ Gathering Red and Blue Orbs as of late; an attempt to prolong my life in this state and find more power for myself and my Familiars; though only one interesting skill avoids me, it is quite expensive!~ I hear Nero and Dte are trying for that skill as well. Intriguing. “

   Blue hums, 

        and

 Red screams.

     Fighting still over worth and domain,

Strong together as they are;

       Separately strong just as well;

Can you hear my inner clock; my inner thought;

Unrest raises the dead; so I walk aimless; exhausted

    Father; Mother dear, I wish I were home 

            in your arms

                     six feet deep

[ V DmC Vergil costume ] [ V with Yamato ]

[vovitale]

“ Dante. Strange seeing how you are now compared to when I last saw you. 

You’re still you. But am I still me? Will I ever be me again...? “

Stand firm. Stand tall.

Obey. Silence. 

Is freeing.

Slouching, silent and heavy.

Core of my being torn apart.

Am I me.

Am I you?

Are we... One?

Are we none.