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@thereddestofqueens
Good morning, my beloved. 😭😭😭
Please someone tell me why this gave him more personality than in his own universe? I want this as a dating sim instead. 😩
You’re welcome. I’ll clip more. I know some of us won’t get to see him like this otherwise.
sister…that’s a bit 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂
nickelodeon: spongebob doesn't experience sexual attraction
the people: that makes sense, it's a children's show
nickelodeon: spongebob is asexual
the people: unacceptable, disgusting, cannot believe our children are being exposed to such horrific sexualisation, 0/10 would not watch this show again, what's next, porn?
Friendly reminder to not punish yourself for creating.
Can you elaborate on what you mean by this?
I have a tendency to beat myself up whenever something I make doesn’t meet my expectations (which is always). The result is that finishing something = bad feelings: I am effectively punishing myself for having created something. The natural reaction to this punishment is an aversion to creation, meaning that my perfectionism is harming me, not only by causing me to despise what I do make and by impeding the creative process, but by attacking even my desire to create.
Reeeeddddddd! Where did you gooooo??? I miiiissss youuuuuu
*Red’s eyes open slowly, and they sting as if they had not been in use for a long while; and perhaps because they hadn’t. steadily, her senses start coming back to her, the first being her ability to feel, or the explicit lack of feeling in all of her limbs. It is like she has been paralyzed, a terrifying numbness taking hold of all her nerve endings. She gasps, but only a desperate and painful rasp is produced, barely above a whisper.
there is however a sharp pain at the back of her head, throbbing in tandem with the pounding of her increasingly horrified heart. at least she knew it was still beating. The air was tinged with an acrid stale smell that was unmistakable, one she had grown accustomed to when those beasts hunted her down and tried their damnest to rip her spine free from her head.She was in hell, not sure which one, but definitely there. Finally, some light returned to her foggy pupils and she was able to see where she was. She really wished she hadn’t. It was some sort of dungeon, her body held immobile by veiny undergrowth, biological and terrifyingly eldrich. Someone had gotten a hold of her, someone very powerful and clearly very pissed off.
how long had she been here exactly? she couldn’t really recall. It could have been days, weeks, YEARS for all she knew, and suddenly she felt an overcoming sense of despair.
all her friends, her family, the people her very heart and soul belonged to, she would never see them again. They had been ripped away from her, and if she was able to cry she was sure the tears would never stop.she was so exhausted, she just wanted it to end.
“Vergil…”
Her eyes shut once more.*@journalofvergilsparda
//Frantically kicks off any remaining spiderwebs//
NOW WE HAVE TO FIND TWO WOMEN????
CRaP crAp CrAP RED HOLD ON
*Red’s eyes open once more, and she feels both stronger and weaker somehow. She is more aware of her surroundings this time, and her movement is slowly coming back to her.* I…I got to get out of here.
*There is a loud thump, it gets closer, like a countdown to her doom. She starts struggling against her bonds, the gooey substance refusing to ler her limbs go.* If only I… *she shuts her eyes, trying to muster up some magic but she is so exhausted she can barely manage a spark* Vergil, if you can hear me…I think I know where I am. I think I know who has me. I’m sorry. *the thumps get louder*
//Now Vergil is no fool. He takes calculated risks. Strategizes the perfect way to get what he want and suffer zero consequences. He also listens. Whether it is to passing conversation or words spoken to him Vergil has a place for every shred of information he learns. And there’s a very special place where he puts information regarding Red. Everything good he lets filter. Everything gets shoved away. Not to be forgotten or hidden, but on those dark nights where sleep eludes him and he can only think of dark things, they are thoughts he can think of. That take his thoughts away from himself. He knows exactly where Red is.
Years in hell let him hear whispers. Whispers of the blood of Sparda being passed on. Whispers of a demon protecting a woman. He knew the monsters name. And now, as this scum’s king, Vergil would use his power.//
Im going to take a detour boys. Lucia will be fine, I’ve confidence in her. But I believe it’s time for me to prove why I am king.
//Quickly Vergil takes out Yamato. The swings to make the portal are quick, sharp. The portal springs to life and Vergil steps through. A part of him is glad Credo and Dante don’t see his face. It’s stone cold, but radiates white hot rage.//
I’m coming my dear. Everything will be alright.
*sapped of all energy, she can barely lift her head to see the face of her captor as he finally enters the room, but instinctively she knows. She knew this day would come. It was an inevitability, a fixed outcome to be expected, like the moon rising every night and the sun setting every day. *
*heavy footsteps disturb the brimstone, each vibration causing her heart rate to spike, but she doesn’t let her fear show. Not even when a clawed hand lifts her head, straining her aching muscles until she is staring directly into menacing yellow eyes, or rather one eye, the other noticeably missing.
*Sharp teeth peek out from beneath thin lips, splitting his enormous face into two awful halves. He tells her that her days of running are finally over, and he has come to collect his debt.*
*She grits her teeth, struggling against those restraints once more, despite the futility of the situation.*
You have got quite a lot of nerve, resuming this fruitless chase.
*He laughs sinisterly, his clawed hand moving lower to her throat. He says that no matter what she says, he will get what he deserves.*
Oh you will get what you deserve alright, I almost wish you would kill me, just so you could receive the full brunt of his wrath. He is coming for you, I will promise you that.
*He squeezes tighter, assuring her that no one will ever find her all the way down here, and if she was so certain her saviour was coming, then why had she not been already found?* *This gives her pause, hitting on old insecurities, pressing on those old wounds of abandonment and loneliness.* You don’t know shit. He’ll come for me, and I am gonna love watching him tear you to shreds! *she speaks with confidence, masking her actual fears.*
Vergil, please hurry darling… I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
//Yamato’s portal appears in the room and Vergil steps through. His face is calm, but his anger is palpable. His aura flares and wanes, it’s clear he’s holding back going into full Sin Devil Trigger. Though his eyes appear to have a dull glow to them. His voice is low, dangerous. He’s not here to mess around.//
Do you dare disrespect your king? Do you dare touch that which is mine?!
//Vergil doesn’t even care to allow the transgressor to utter a word. Walking up and harshly pulling the demon away. Vergil’s voice turns into a growl as he throws the scum to the ground. Yamato is pointed right at the demons throat. Vergil’s breathing is heavy as he feels his wings burst from his back//
I’m going to dice you. Turn you into paste as an example to all who dare defy me! I AM YOUR KING, AND YOU WILL BEND TO MY WILL.
//and to all who wonder what it might be like to be staring up at Vergil, He is but a silhouette. A black shadow with wings. Eyes a bright blue. and puffs of flame and of air coming out from clenched teeth. He stands tall, proud, ready. And though only a moment ago anger seemed to be clear on his face, Vergil becomes calm. Yamato is sheathed and Vergil steps away from the demon it almost seems Vergil’s offering mercy. There’s even a small smile upon his face, before there’s a flash. There’s a moment of absolute stillness as a cut appears on the demon and then another and another. Until finally Vergil SDT’s and Doppelgänger appears. Summon swords pin the scum to the wall as Vergil begins to take his time carving into soft flesh//
YOU WILL KNOW SUFFERING SCUM
I WILL NOT GRANT YOU DEATH TILL YOU SCREAM FOR MY FORGIVENESS
*Red can only stare in awe as Vergil bursts in from the ether like a wronged God ready to smite anything in sight, and really that is not far off. His massive form towers over her captor’s alread gargantuan stature and she cant help but feel a little terror course pulse through her at the sight, no matter how much she trusts him.*
Oh, did I not mention to you all those years ago that my husband was Vergil, son of Sparda, rightful heir to the throne of hell? Must have slipped my mind.
*the brute cowers in fear, body language becoming comically submissive, not that it will really placate his king who is just about ready to tear his throat out with his teeth*
How pathetic. Your days of preying on those weaker than you are over. You will get exactly what you deserve, at the hands of your own king….
*she looks to Vergil and smiles wistfully*
…And long live the king!
//On a regular day when perhaps Vergil was a little less angry. And Red in a little less danger. He would’ve laughed. Smiled and conversed. Let summon swords do the job for him. But instead Vergil roared as Yamato was abandoned on the floor. The summon swords disappeared and the carved demon lay on the ground.
All the grace and cold cut efficiency he’d perfected was thrown to the wind and Vergil sank his teeth into the demon. Tearing him apart limb from limb. His blue fire burned so cold frost was beginning to form on his scaly skin. His breathing was heavy as he stepped away from the mutilated corpse.
The demonic form dropped leaving him shuddering, whether out of leftover anger or absolute exhaustion even he didn’t know. The frost still clung to him, Most was on his back though he could feel some on his face and hands.//
Let that be… a lesson in respect… you fucking disgrace.
//Vergil hissed between breaths. He usually never cursed and meant it so fiercely. Something slid down his chin a when he wiped it away with his arm, blood smeared all over his sleeve. Looking down, his entire front was soaked in a deep scarlet. He kept his back to Red as he wobbled, dizzy from using so much energy all at once.//
Hello dear, nice to see you. It’s been a while hasn’t it? I’ll take the blame for that one.
//He’s glad his back is facing Red. At least now she can’t see the tears of fear and stress threatening to fall down his bloodied front.//
*Red wished she had been strong enough to witness Vergil tear into him the whole way through, but she couldn't stomach it. She squeezed her eyes shut after his esophagus had become a pile of viscera on the floor.
The air became frostbitten, nipping at her exposed skin even through the hellish heat. Power was exuding off of Vergil in palpable waves, and once the sickening squelch of the demon's much deserved demise died down, it only became that much colder.
He swore with such conviction, with such ferocity as he ripped this vile creature apart...and it was all for her.
She dared a glance, blurred with exhaustion, but she could see the dangerous silhouette of the man who never seemed to stop saving her.*
Well, you sure do know how to make an entrance, dont you dear? *she chuckles tiredly*
I've missed you terribly. Now if it wouldn't be much trouble, even though I have already been such a hassle for you today, would you perhaps release me from these gross...uh...things?
*she notices he is not turning around, the demon's blood still trickling down his claws*
Darling? Are you alright?
Reeeeddddddd! Where did you gooooo??? I miiiissss youuuuuu
*Red’s eyes open slowly, and they sting as if they had not been in use for a long while; and perhaps because they hadn’t. steadily, her senses start coming back to her, the first being her ability to feel, or the explicit lack of feeling in all of her limbs. It is like she has been paralyzed, a terrifying numbness taking hold of all her nerve endings. She gasps, but only a desperate and painful rasp is produced, barely above a whisper.
there is however a sharp pain at the back of her head, throbbing in tandem with the pounding of her increasingly horrified heart. at least she knew it was still beating. The air was tinged with an acrid stale smell that was unmistakable, one she had grown accustomed to when those beasts hunted her down and tried their damnest to rip her spine free from her head.She was in hell, not sure which one, but definitely there. Finally, some light returned to her foggy pupils and she was able to see where she was. She really wished she hadn’t. It was some sort of dungeon, her body held immobile by veiny undergrowth, biological and terrifyingly eldrich. Someone had gotten a hold of her, someone very powerful and clearly very pissed off.
how long had she been here exactly? she couldn’t really recall. It could have been days, weeks, YEARS for all she knew, and suddenly she felt an overcoming sense of despair.
all her friends, her family, the people her very heart and soul belonged to, she would never see them again. They had been ripped away from her, and if she was able to cry she was sure the tears would never stop.she was so exhausted, she just wanted it to end.
“Vergil…”
Her eyes shut once more.*@journalofvergilsparda
//Frantically kicks off any remaining spiderwebs//
NOW WE HAVE TO FIND TWO WOMEN????
CRaP crAp CrAP RED HOLD ON
*Red’s eyes open once more, and she feels both stronger and weaker somehow. She is more aware of her surroundings this time, and her movement is slowly coming back to her.* I…I got to get out of here.
*There is a loud thump, it gets closer, like a countdown to her doom. She starts struggling against her bonds, the gooey substance refusing to ler her limbs go.* If only I… *she shuts her eyes, trying to muster up some magic but she is so exhausted she can barely manage a spark* Vergil, if you can hear me…I think I know where I am. I think I know who has me. I’m sorry. *the thumps get louder*
//Now Vergil is no fool. He takes calculated risks. Strategizes the perfect way to get what he want and suffer zero consequences. He also listens. Whether it is to passing conversation or words spoken to him Vergil has a place for every shred of information he learns. And there’s a very special place where he puts information regarding Red. Everything good he lets filter. Everything gets shoved away. Not to be forgotten or hidden, but on those dark nights where sleep eludes him and he can only think of dark things, they are thoughts he can think of. That take his thoughts away from himself. He knows exactly where Red is.
Years in hell let him hear whispers. Whispers of the blood of Sparda being passed on. Whispers of a demon protecting a woman. He knew the monsters name. And now, as this scum’s king, Vergil would use his power.//
Im going to take a detour boys. Lucia will be fine, I’ve confidence in her. But I believe it’s time for me to prove why I am king.
//Quickly Vergil takes out Yamato. The swings to make the portal are quick, sharp. The portal springs to life and Vergil steps through. A part of him is glad Credo and Dante don’t see his face. It’s stone cold, but radiates white hot rage.//
I’m coming my dear. Everything will be alright.
*sapped of all energy, she can barely lift her head to see the face of her captor as he finally enters the room, but instinctively she knows. She knew this day would come. It was an inevitability, a fixed outcome to be expected, like the moon rising every night and the sun setting every day. *
*heavy footsteps disturb the brimstone, each vibration causing her heart rate to spike, but she doesn’t let her fear show. Not even when a clawed hand lifts her head, straining her aching muscles until she is staring directly into menacing yellow eyes, or rather one eye, the other noticeably missing.
*Sharp teeth peek out from beneath thin lips, splitting his enormous face into two awful halves. He tells her that her days of running are finally over, and he has come to collect his debt.*
*She grits her teeth, struggling against those restraints once more, despite the futility of the situation.*
You have got quite a lot of nerve, resuming this fruitless chase.
*He laughs sinisterly, his clawed hand moving lower to her throat. He says that no matter what she says, he will get what he deserves.*
Oh you will get what you deserve alright, I almost wish you would kill me, just so you could receive the full brunt of his wrath. He is coming for you, I will promise you that.
*He squeezes tighter, assuring her that no one will ever find her all the way down here, and if she was so certain her saviour was coming, then why had she not been already found?* *This gives her pause, hitting on old insecurities, pressing on those old wounds of abandonment and loneliness.* You don’t know shit. He’ll come for me, and I am gonna love watching him tear you to shreds! *she speaks with confidence, masking her actual fears.*
Vergil, please hurry darling… I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
//Yamato’s portal appears in the room and Vergil steps through. His face is calm, but his anger is palpable. His aura flares and wanes, it’s clear he’s holding back going into full Sin Devil Trigger. Though his eyes appear to have a dull glow to them. His voice is low, dangerous. He’s not here to mess around.//
Do you dare disrespect your king? Do you dare touch that which is mine?!
//Vergil doesn’t even care to allow the transgressor to utter a word. Walking up and harshly pulling the demon away. Vergil’s voice turns into a growl as he throws the scum to the ground. Yamato is pointed right at the demons throat. Vergil’s breathing is heavy as he feels his wings burst from his back//
I’m going to dice you. Turn you into paste as an example to all who dare defy me! I AM YOUR KING, AND YOU WILL BEND TO MY WILL.
//and to all who wonder what it might be like to be staring up at Vergil, He is but a silhouette. A black shadow with wings. Eyes a bright blue. and puffs of flame and of air coming out from clenched teeth. He stands tall, proud, ready. And though only a moment ago anger seemed to be clear on his face, Vergil becomes calm. Yamato is sheathed and Vergil steps away from the demon it almost seems Vergil’s offering mercy. There’s even a small smile upon his face, before there’s a flash. There’s a moment of absolute stillness as a cut appears on the demon and then another and another. Until finally Vergil SDT’s and Doppelgänger appears. Summon swords pin the scum to the wall as Vergil begins to take his time carving into soft flesh//
YOU WILL KNOW SUFFERING SCUM
I WILL NOT GRANT YOU DEATH TILL YOU SCREAM FOR MY FORGIVENESS
*Red can only stare in awe as Vergil bursts in from the ether like a wronged God ready to smite anything in sight, and really that is not far off. His massive form towers over her captor's alread gargantuan stature and she cant help but feel a little terror course pulse through her at the sight, no matter how much she trusts him.*
Oh, did I not mention to you all those years ago that my husband was Vergil, son of Sparda, rightful heir to the throne of hell? Must have slipped my mind.
*the brute cowers in fear, body language becoming comically submissive, not that it will really placate his king who is just about ready to tear his throat out with his teeth*
How pathetic. Your days of preying on those weaker than you are over. You will get exactly what you deserve, at the hands of your own king....
*she looks to Vergil and smiles wistfully*
...And long live the king!
Reeeeddddddd! Where did you gooooo??? I miiiissss youuuuuu
*Red’s eyes open slowly, and they sting as if they had not been in use for a long while; and perhaps because they hadn’t. steadily, her senses start coming back to her, the first being her ability to feel, or the explicit lack of feeling in all of her limbs. It is like she has been paralyzed, a terrifying numbness taking hold of all her nerve endings. She gasps, but only a desperate and painful rasp is produced, barely above a whisper.
there is however a sharp pain at the back of her head, throbbing in tandem with the pounding of her increasingly horrified heart. at least she knew it was still beating. The air was tinged with an acrid stale smell that was unmistakable, one she had grown accustomed to when those beasts hunted her down and tried their damnest to rip her spine free from her head.She was in hell, not sure which one, but definitely there. Finally, some light returned to her foggy pupils and she was able to see where she was. She really wished she hadn’t. It was some sort of dungeon, her body held immobile by veiny undergrowth, biological and terrifyingly eldrich. Someone had gotten a hold of her, someone very powerful and clearly very pissed off.
how long had she been here exactly? she couldn’t really recall. It could have been days, weeks, YEARS for all she knew, and suddenly she felt an overcoming sense of despair.
all her friends, her family, the people her very heart and soul belonged to, she would never see them again. They had been ripped away from her, and if she was able to cry she was sure the tears would never stop.she was so exhausted, she just wanted it to end.
“Vergil…”
Her eyes shut once more.*@journalofvergilsparda
//Frantically kicks off any remaining spiderwebs//
NOW WE HAVE TO FIND TWO WOMEN????
CRaP crAp CrAP RED HOLD ON
*Red’s eyes open once more, and she feels both stronger and weaker somehow. She is more aware of her surroundings this time, and her movement is slowly coming back to her.* I…I got to get out of here.
*There is a loud thump, it gets closer, like a countdown to her doom. She starts struggling against her bonds, the gooey substance refusing to ler her limbs go.* If only I… *she shuts her eyes, trying to muster up some magic but she is so exhausted she can barely manage a spark* Vergil, if you can hear me…I think I know where I am. I think I know who has me. I’m sorry. *the thumps get louder*
//Now Vergil is no fool. He takes calculated risks. Strategizes the perfect way to get what he want and suffer zero consequences. He also listens. Whether it is to passing conversation or words spoken to him Vergil has a place for every shred of information he learns. And there’s a very special place where he puts information regarding Red. Everything good he lets filter. Everything gets shoved away. Not to be forgotten or hidden, but on those dark nights where sleep eludes him and he can only think of dark things, they are thoughts he can think of. That take his thoughts away from himself. He knows exactly where Red is.
Years in hell let him hear whispers. Whispers of the blood of Sparda being passed on. Whispers of a demon protecting a woman. He knew the monsters name. And now, as this scum’s king, Vergil would use his power.//
Im going to take a detour boys. Lucia will be fine, I’ve confidence in her. But I believe it’s time for me to prove why I am king.
//Quickly Vergil takes out Yamato. The swings to make the portal are quick, sharp. The portal springs to life and Vergil steps through. A part of him is glad Credo and Dante don’t see his face. It’s stone cold, but radiates white hot rage.//
I’m coming my dear. Everything will be alright.
*sapped of all energy, she can barely lift her head to see the face of her captor as he finally enters the room, but instinctively she knows. She knew this day would come. It was an inevitability, a fixed outcome to be expected, like the moon rising every night and the sun setting every day. *
*heavy footsteps disturb the brimstone, each vibration causing her heart rate to spike, but she doesn’t let her fear show. Not even when a clawed hand lifts her head, straining her aching muscles until she is staring directly into menacing yellow eyes, or rather one eye, the other noticeably missing.
*Sharp teeth peek out from beneath thin lips, splitting his enormous face into two awful halves. He tells her that her days of running are finally over, and he has come to collect his debt.*
*She grits her teeth, struggling against those restraints once more, despite the futility of the situation.*
You have got quite a lot of nerve, resuming this fruitless chase.
*He laughs sinisterly, his clawed hand moving lower to her throat. He says that no matter what she says, he will get what he deserves.*
Oh you will get what you deserve alright, I almost wish you would kill me, just so you could receive the full brunt of his wrath. He is coming for you, I will promise you that.
*He squeezes tighter, assuring her that no one will ever find her all the way down here, and if she was so certain her saviour was coming, then why had she not been already found?* *This gives her pause, hitting on old insecurities, pressing on those old wounds of abandonment and loneliness.* You don’t know shit. He’ll come for me, and I am gonna love watching him tear you to shreds! *she speaks with confidence, masking her actual fears.*
Vergil, please hurry darling... I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
Reeeeddddddd! Where did you gooooo??? I miiiissss youuuuuu
*Red’s eyes open slowly, and they sting as if they had not been in use for a long while; and perhaps because they hadn’t. steadily, her senses start coming back to her, the first being her ability to feel, or the explicit lack of feeling in all of her limbs. It is like she has been paralyzed, a terrifying numbness taking hold of all her nerve endings. She gasps, but only a desperate and painful rasp is produced, barely above a whisper.
there is however a sharp pain at the back of her head, throbbing in tandem with the pounding of her increasingly horrified heart. at least she knew it was still beating. The air was tinged with an acrid stale smell that was unmistakable, one she had grown accustomed to when those beasts hunted her down and tried their damnest to rip her spine free from her head.She was in hell, not sure which one, but definitely there. Finally, some light returned to her foggy pupils and she was able to see where she was. She really wished she hadn’t. It was some sort of dungeon, her body held immobile by veiny undergrowth, biological and terrifyingly eldrich. Someone had gotten a hold of her, someone very powerful and clearly very pissed off.
how long had she been here exactly? she couldn’t really recall. It could have been days, weeks, YEARS for all she knew, and suddenly she felt an overcoming sense of despair.
all her friends, her family, the people her very heart and soul belonged to, she would never see them again. They had been ripped away from her, and if she was able to cry she was sure the tears would never stop.she was so exhausted, she just wanted it to end.
“Vergil…”
Her eyes shut once more.*@journalofvergilsparda
//Frantically kicks off any remaining spiderwebs//
NOW WE HAVE TO FIND TWO WOMEN????
CRaP crAp CrAP RED HOLD ON
*Red’s eyes open once more, and she feels both stronger and weaker somehow. She is more aware of her surroundings this time, and her movement is slowly coming back to her.* I...I got to get out of here.
*There is a loud thump, it gets closer, like a countdown to her doom. She starts struggling against her bonds, the gooey substance refusing to ler her limbs go.* If only I... *she shuts her eyes, trying to muster up some magic but she is so exhausted she can barely manage a spark* Vergil, if you can hear me...I think I know where I am. I think I know who has me. I’m sorry. *the thumps get louder*
Reeeeddddddd! Where did you gooooo??? I miiiissss youuuuuu
*Red’s eyes open slowly, and they sting as if they had not been in use for a long while; and perhaps because they hadn’t. steadily, her senses start coming back to her, the first being her ability to feel, or the explicit lack of feeling in all of her limbs. It is like she has been paralyzed, a terrifying numbness taking hold of all her nerve endings. She gasps, but only a desperate and painful rasp is produced, barely above a whisper.
there is however a sharp pain at the back of her head, throbbing in tandem with the pounding of her increasingly horrified heart. at least she knew it was still beating. The air was tinged with an acrid stale smell that was unmistakable, one she had grown accustomed to when those beasts hunted her down and tried their damnest to rip her spine free from her head.She was in hell, not sure which one, but definitely there. Finally, some light returned to her foggy pupils and she was able to see where she was. She really wished she hadn’t. It was some sort of dungeon, her body held immobile by veiny undergrowth, biological and terrifyingly eldrich. Someone had gotten a hold of her, someone very powerful and clearly very pissed off.
how long had she been here exactly? she couldn’t really recall. It could have been days, weeks, YEARS for all she knew, and suddenly she felt an overcoming sense of despair.
all her friends, her family, the people her very heart and soul belonged to, she would never see them again. They had been ripped away from her, and if she was able to cry she was sure the tears would never stop.she was so exhausted, she just wanted it to end.
“Vergil…”
Her eyes shut once more.*@journalofvergilsparda
Alright, I can stay silent no more.I have to get this off my chest. I started watching JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure recently and…
WHY DID CEASAR HAVE TO DIE HUH???
UNDER A CROSS ARE YOU SERIOUS???
ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT
I’M ABOUT TO GO BACK TO ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM
NEXT IT’LL BE LIKE OH, “LISA LISA IS JOSEPH’S MOTHER”
....how to put this dear...
This show is a bit more uh... “oedipal” then you were probably hoping...
*shrugs*
How do I get my best friend to stop calling you "Sweet Baby Angel" in every conversation-
I mean... I-it doesn’t sound too bad... Maybe set a limit for every conversation??
Oh I like that! I am changing his contact name in my phone to that riiiight now...
*typing*
He is "Baby Daddy" no more...
Red from the DMC Journals for @thereddestofqueens !!
@diaryoflucia was very kind and bought a Ko-Fi for the surprise art request so thank you!!! There's not much info for this sweet lady so this is my take on Nero's mom. Glad you both like it~
Oh Lucia! You commissioned a portrait of me?!
I feel like true royalty now *tears up*
((Ahhh I love it sooo sooo much! She's adorable <3))
((casually slide this here!!))
I’m questioning the doll you were drawn with...
W-what?
I-its not like I have one or anything...
*coughs*
Red from the DMC Journals for @thereddestofqueens !!
@diaryoflucia was very kind and bought a Ko-Fi for the surprise art request so thank you!!! There's not much info for this sweet lady so this is my take on Nero's mom. Glad you both like it~
Oh Lucia! You commissioned a portrait of me?!
I feel like true royalty now *tears up*
((Ahhh I love it sooo sooo much! She's adorable <3))
Sketch based on a scene in this post
This fanart is way long overdue oops. I've been scrolling FOR 30 MINS trying to find the RP thread again... Was planning to draw a short comic but never had the time or energy to so I might as well just post this one sketch I made like a month ago ^^;
@journalofvergilsparda @rebootdantesdirtydiary @thereddestofqueens
Ah yes, and thus he was christened "Wheeze the Sandy Dragon" forever more.
((Bwahaha I LOVED that thread!! Thank you for all your hard work, we get so excited in the diaries everytime we see you post something about us😍))
Gather around everyone!
We can’t officially end this party without dessert!
With the courtesy of @thereddestofqueens in helping us preparing and making this cake for us.
But of course, before we begin slicing I have a few words to say.
@nerosdailydiary, thank you. Thank you for bringing joy into my world, for going through everything to save me, back during the Fortuna incident… I was scared, I was scared that nobody was going to come back and save me, I thought it was going to be the end of me but. You came. You came back for me and at that moment I knew. I knew I loved you. And I still do, so let me say it again. I love you Nero.
@thereddestofqueens and @journalofvergilsparda, I understand when you two created Nero, you were both still young and experienced, but, I want to thank you both for bringing him into this world cause if none of this has happened, I don’t know what would have happened to us.
@thenicogoldstein, I still remember the day you came in just like as if it was yesterday. You really were like a big sister figure for him and how you worked tirelessly, pulling multiple all nighters in a row to help build Nero’s arms? My respect for you is astronomical.
@diaryofcredo, my dear brother, you have always been taking care of me ever since our parent’s…left and even during your time at the order, you have always found time away from your duties to spend time with me and Nero and with your death, I was devastated. It then made me commit to some ‘foolish’ choices but being able to see you come back brings utter most happiness to me.
@diaryoflucia, although I didn’t know you too well, I know that you and my brother are very close and that you have spend countless times with him. I’m sure you have made him quite happy and I hope for the best of you two.
@the-diary-of-v, @diaryofshadow, @the-diary-of-nightmare, @griffons-diary, even though now days you have retreated yourself into the library, you were there with Nero back during the Qliphoth and I would like to thank you for that.
@rebootdantesdirtydiary and @rebootkatsdiary, despite the fact that the both of you came from another dimension it never changed the fact that we have all become close knitted friends despite the few bumps in the road. But we are all glad to have you back as well as your companion!
@diary-of-nevan, you once was a devil arm and that’s all I knew about you. But now you have proven you are more than that, you have style, and you have quite a sense of fashion. You also truly know how to catch cute dates!
@diary-of-lady, you convinced Nero to not kill his own father and I am quite proud of you for that. With Nero, it’s a nightmare to convince him to do anything especially when he’s angry.
@diary-of-trish, I wish to say, congratulations on your little children and for giving the final push to convince Dante to go to Fortuna island!
@mundusjournal and @pattydiary, I can not thank you enough for the wonderful pugs you have let us adopt into our growing family! The pugs are still doing wonderfully and have even turned themselves into therapy dogs for the orphans! Thank you Mundus and I hope that good fortune will fall onto you and the dog shelter. Patty, thank you for being by Mundus’s side and making him feel less lonely and to teach him how to bond with humans and rebuilt bridges again, you have taught him well.
@diary-of-eva, @journalofsparda, The Adam and Eve of this whole story. If neither of you two fell in love, a whole sequence of events would have never happened. Dante and Vergil would’ve never existed, without Vergil, Nero would have never existed, and without Nero this party would have never existed. Your bond is the strongest I have ever seen in my life and I hope me and Nero would fall under the same strength. I can never thank you both enough.
and now. A TOAST!
/right before she raises her glass she pauses and rushes out of the shop/
@dantessssdiary, Thank you for traumatizing me by killing Sanctus in front of me in the opera house!
/she returns back to the front of the crowd and holds Nero’s hand/
A toast!
oh...that was wonderful.
*pulls out a handkerchief*
Thank you, dear, I wish you both many years of happiness.
*she raises her glass”
Gather around everyone!
We can’t officially end this party without dessert!
With the courtesy of @thereddestofqueens in helping us preparing and making this cake for us.
But of course, before we begin slicing I have a few words to say.
@nerosdailydiary, thank you. Thank you for bringing joy into my world, for going through everything to save me, back during the Fortuna incident… I was scared, I was scared that nobody was going to come back and save me, I thought it was going to be the end of me but. You came. You came back for me and at that moment I knew. I knew I loved you. And I still do, so let me say it again. I love you Nero.
@thereddestofqueens and @journalofvergilsparda, I understand when you two created Nero, you were both still young and experienced, but, I want to thank you both for bringing him into this world cause if none of this has happened, I don’t know what would have happened to us.
@thenicogoldstein, I still remember the day you came in just like as if it was yesterday. You really were like a big sister figure for him and how you worked tirelessly, pulling multiple all nighters in a row to help build Nero’s arms? My respect for you is astronomical.
@diaryofcredo, my dear brother, you have always been taking care of me ever since our parent’s…left and even during your time at the order, you have always found time away from your duties to spend time with me and Nero and with your death, I was devastated. It then made me commit to some ‘foolish’ choices but being able to see you come back brings utter most happiness to me.
@diaryoflucia, although I didn’t know you too well, I know that you and my brother are very close and that you have spend countless times with him. I’m sure you have made him quite happy and I hope for the best of you two.
@the-diary-of-v, @diaryofshadow, @the-diary-of-nightmare, @griffons-diary, even though now days you have retreated yourself into the library, you were there with Nero back during the Qliphoth and I would like to thank you for that.
@rebootdantesdirtydiary and @rebootkatsdiary, despite the fact that the both of you came from another dimension it never changed the fact that we have all become close knitted friends despite the few bumps in the road. But we are all glad to have you back as well as your companion!
@diary-of-nevan, you once was a devil arm and that’s all I knew about you. But now you have proven you are more than that, you have style, and you have quite a sense of fashion. You also truly know how to catch cute dates!
@diary-of-lady, you convinced Nero to not kill his own father and I am quite proud of you for that. With Nero, it’s a nightmare to convince him to do anything especially when he’s angry.
@diary-of-trish, I wish to say, congratulations on your little children and for giving the final push to convince Dante to go to Fortuna island!
@mundusjournal and @pattydiary, I can not thank you enough for the wonderful pugs you have let us adopt into our growing family! The pugs are still doing wonderfully and have even turned themselves into therapy dogs for the orphans! Thank you Mundus and I hope that good fortune will fall onto you and the dog shelter. Patty, thank you for being by Mundus’s side and making him feel less lonely and to teach him how to bond with humans and rebuilt bridges again, you have taught him well.
@diary-of-eva, @journalofsparda, The Adam and Eve of this whole story. If neither of you two fell in love, a whole sequence of events would have never happened. Dante and Vergil would’ve never existed, without Vergil, Nero would have never existed, and without Nero this party would have never existed. Your bond is the strongest I have ever seen in my life and I hope me and Nero would fall under the same strength. I can never thank you both enough.
and now. A TOAST!
/right before she raises her glass she pauses and rushes out of the shop/
@dantessssdiary, Thank you for traumatizing me by killing Sanctus in front of me in the opera house!
/she returns back to the front of the crowd and holds Nero’s hand/
A toast!
Wow I was expecting to be thanked but not for hanging out with your brother. I guess your welcome? I just hope there is no misunderstanding about the nature of Credo and I’s relationship, we are just friends.
Anyways, Cheers! I wish you and Nero many years of happiness.
*Red spits out her champagne*
Oh, Antichrist on a cracker...
it wouldn't be a Sparda family gathering without something going hokey.
*an aside to herself*
I’m going to have to go talk some sense into that man, aren’t I
