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[lostsonofsparda]

☀️🎂 :-)

☀️ I want to rp with you, but I’m not sure how

🎂 I’m new to your blog, and I want to be friends

//WELCOME NEW FRIEND! I may be a gremlin but I promise I don't bite lol. Feel free to toss your muse at Vergil anytime, or if you want to plot out something, my IMs are open. <3

#//this applies to everyone #;so it is written (answered) #likeasilverbullet

[devilarmsdealer]

#maxim nazarov #right hand man ( max ) #likeasilverbullet #( hehe ) #the finer things ( aesthetics )

[gelum-lumen]

talk about one person your muse loves. :-)

Ask about character hcs

It is impossible to get into how Vergil feels about Eva. Not because of it’s complexity, but simply because there’s so much of her stripped from his memory. When Mundus decided he would make a mocker of Sparda just one more time, he probed and stole the memories of Eva straight from Vergil’s mind. His previous attempts had been fruitless, wrong hair color, wrong smile, wrong voice, wrong touch, Mundus was painting vistas he’d only read about. It was only until he saw her through Vergil’s eyes, through Vergil’s memories that he was able to create a perfect copy, one that he’d go on to send off and attempt to trick his own twin with her image. 

So little was left of her to Vergil, her face muddied in his mind thanks to his captors perversions, yet what remained was a soft root of affection. Even without the memories of her loving gaze nor her gentle laughter, Vergil could feel the radiant warmth of her love threatening to germinate that seed of guilt that festered in his heart. After many years of self hatred it took tearing himself in two to realize how deeply Eva was rooted in him. He had lied when he said he hated his humanity, hated the gift she gave him, when truthfully he was too ashamed to have lost the one link he had to that humanity. To lose his mother was a pain he’d never forget, but to lose the memory of his mother was salt to the earth and it was all his own foolish pride and headstrong nature that caused it.

It wasn’t until those memories began to return that his relationship with a woman long since dead had begun to heal. Not only did he forgive his mother, but he began to forgive himself and learn to love her as she did him. Unconditionally.

#hc #likeasilverbullet #answered

[criimsoncloud]

❣⁉

muse trust test (accepting)

❤❤ 

It would be more, if only V would allow someone into his life fully... but even having Nero as a lover, he still is somewhat cautious and hesitant on letting someone in. Yet still, around Nero, he could feel the walls around his heart open up to allow this man in.

#likeasilverbullet #sᴏ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ( ic ) #it's not 3 hearts because V has terrible trust issues #so the fact that it's at 2 is and he could fall asleep safely with Nero is quite high praise #v's just used to being disappointed and trust broken uwu;; #tw: spardacest #spardacest #{ nero v }

[anapproachingstorm]

“ .. Nero. I presume here on errand from your “dear” uncle?”

#likeasilverbullet #Forsaken//Awakened #-hitsmusewithanewspaper-BENICEDAMNYOU

[eclipsedlegend]

Closed Starter | @likeasilverbullet​

Rubble made for an uncomfortable resting place. The ground was hard and uneven and the man could already feel where the crooks in his back would ache the moment he sat up. The air was crisp as the man took in a deep breath, heavy-lidded eyes blearily opening slowly. It was the dappled light over him being overshadowed by a figure that had roused him.

A young man, early-mid twenties, cropped white hair, rag-tag but rugged garb with a large sword hoisted on his back. As the hazy outline gradually took focus he had a flicker of confusion flash through his mind at the resemblance, but his senses told him this was neither of his sons, despite sensing his own blood flowing through the other’s veins... Time had clearly passed. How long had it been since?

Since...?

Looking around, the man beheld the state of the world around them. The ruins of a city, up-heaved, dropped and left to crumble. He’d been lying at the foot of a statue of the deity of space and time. There had been another outpouring then. In their surrounds he recognized the brambly remains of an ancient tree, not of this world but his own. Another Qliphoth?

His attention returned to the young man, who seemed to have been trying to talk to him but he hadn’t yet registered the words fully. Something about being lucky he’d passed out where he had and demons not liking the statues but that it was still dangerous about. “More fortunate than you know... But pardon my question, where are we?”

#likeasilverbullet #v Eclipsed Legend Verse #Passing Anew (Closed Starter) #t Found in the Aftermath

[furvus-eques]

💋💋💋💋💋

Sparda couldn’t help himself. Nero was an extraordinary individual. And he was drawn to other powerful demons, even a quarter-demon like him. At the first moment they had alone he pulled Nero into the hall and pinned him against one of the walls and started kissing up his jaw. This made his grandson give a surprised noise but Sparda quickly silenced it with a heated, deep kiss.

For a minute or two he only stopped for the both of them to have quick breaths but he kept Nero things busy by grabbing at his hips, hair and finally his groin as he finally ended the kiss. “As good as I pictured.” he breathed.

#dark knight answers #;spardacest warning #likeasilverbullet

[poeticatenebris-a]

@likeasilverbullet  ||  Discovered the POET. 

SILENTLY DID V linger - quietly did he watch; ever one to survey his surroundings thoroughly before leaping, headstrong, into any variety of situation. The bizarre gathering of demonic creatures within the streets below his position were seemingly communicating with one another, arguing, fighting, scrapping -   why? He was uncertain - and it was that in which piqued his curiosities. “What do you think?” He asked, cane quietly clinking against the flat concrete of the roof they were perched upon; “Their gatherings are... bizarre in the very least.” He pauses, presses a finger to his lip in deep thought; “...One cannot help but wonder what must be going through their small minds~”

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[dantes--rebellion]

'i wish i knew you back then.'

"No you don't." Dante huffed a cynical laugh as he looked at the picture in Nero's hand. It had been buried in a drawer of his desk. "I was lost back then, always angry and beyond irritating. Even worse than you." He chuckled and ruffled the top of Nero's head.

"I'm better off where I am now, those were, lonely times. Vergil was in his 'grr I'm powerful' era and making my life miserable. Things are much better now. And I'm far better looking."

#likeasilverbullet #( answered )

[gelum-lumen]

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

Ask about character hcs

Thankfully, or maybe not, Vergil’s bad habit of staying awake of days on end to stave off bad dreams means that when he does need to sleep, he tends to pass right out. Though on the rare occasions that he doesn’t his mind tends to wander toward what he’ll do the next day. What tea he’d brew, what he’d have for lunch. Would Dante or Nero drop by unannounced again and give his lonely life that bright spot with their company? Would he sleep fitlessly for once? Would he remember something forgotten, something that Mundus had tried to tear from his heart only for it to find it’s way home again? Though most times he tries to stay awake a little longer, distract himself from the impending possibility that tonight is the night he’s reliving his torture, reliving the way Mundus violated his very personhood.

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[criimsoncloud]

[ spine ]

touch starved meme 

Those fingers of Nero's left a burning trail along his bare spine - the touch both burned and sent shivers down his back. It was a foreign sensation, having never been touched like this in his current form, nor did he care for the touch in his previous. V's own hands came up, gently cupping Nero's face and pressed his forehead against the other's. "Nero, I do hope you are prepared for any further actions I may take, and take responsibility… if you continue to tease me like this."

#likeasilverbullet #sᴏ ɪᴛ ��s ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ( ic ) #ɪ ᴀᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏʟᴅ ( v: main ) #tw: spardacest #{ nero v }

[durativo]

@likeasilverbullet​ liked for a starter

“So, what kinda food do they eat in Fortuna?” He leaned on his desk, looking over the other. “I feel like I never really talked with you about it. Unless you rather not.”

#likeasilverbullet #rp #ic

[eclipsedlegend]

Newest to Oldest:

Re Written || Chrono Verse: Kin Traitor || With: criimsoncloud Triggers: None Yet (Possible Spardacest)

Guardians of the Realms || Chrono Verse: Kin Traitor || With: keepersofhades Triggers: None

Sovereigns Captive || Chrono Verse: Eclipsed Legend || With: demonurit Triggers: None Yet (Expecting Spardacest, Character Death)

Found in the Aftermath || Chrono Verse: Eclipsed Legend || With: likeasilverbullet Triggers: None Yet

Heir of the Deity || Chrono Verse: Accursed Blood || With: unhallowedhybrid Triggers: Spardacest, Dub-Con

Morris Island || Chrono Verse: Eclipsed Legend || With: criimsoncloud Triggers: None Yet (Possible Spardacest)

Drabbles:

The Genesis

The Devil

The Dawn

The Lord

The Revelation

#EclipsedLegend || Info