Midnights are a wild card. To some; flavoured with emotions. To others; suffocatingly dreary. To the most unfortunate; stained in terrors. To this single soul, however, all of the above would apply. Most of all, it would be bitterness that reigns supreme here. Here, which he considered a rancid gulch within hell itself.
The monstrous room was lit from monitor to preservation jar. It was coiled and choked by all manners of motorization and cryptic artifacts. A bustling research center indeed, which was lovingly tucked away within the bowels of Mundus' domain. There were even immature samples of Nightmare here; floating along in their little containers.
There, towards the back, was a large tube that was extra decorated with sensory knick knacks. It housed a young man. He slept peacefully enough. At least, as peacefully as the coma induced would while being ignorant of the many cords and tubes that ran through his body. Sadly, it would only be moments later when something in his mind decided to jolt him awake.
As expected, his first reaction was confusion and panic. He couldn't breathe between being suspended in liquid and with a tube having made its' home down his throat. Thankfully the glass surrounding him didn't put up much of a fight against his struggling. Another moment later he found himself collapsed over the ground.
His body immediately began heaving and expelling liquids from his lungs upon yanking out the contraption lining his esophagus. The cords that clung to his body would also be quickly torn off. After his fit of coughing and wincing at the stinging pain of his first breaths, he looked around. He had no idea where he was. The mix of uniform cladded figures didn't seem to care about the sudden ruckus either. They continued about their business without so much as a glance in his direction.
Shakingly, he willed himself onto his feet while trying to ignore the chilling awkwardness of it all, and wasted no time to take the first hall he noticed. No one still gave him any mind nor did they try to stop him. The hall itself was very dark even with the presence of large windows lining it. The stormy weather outside did give a bit of aid. It was just barely dim enough to make out, which was enough to encourage him into a sprint--to an even darker dead end.
'Where am I⦠I shouldn't be alive. Dante?.. Did he escape before the portal closed?' The thoughts were forcibly dispersed with a shake of his head.
Without light guiding him he was forced to feel along the wall. Hopefully there was a door nearby. A smooth, cool surface? What's this? As if in reply, a stronger bolt of thunder webbed the sky and lit up the room brightly. It was a large mirror before him.
He reacted with a sharp and painful inhale to what he saw.
Vergil stood before himself, but it was ghastly. The skin was just as pale as his hair, and the widened eyes of shock that stared back were a bright red. His body also appeared emaciated and riddled with scars of experimentation. What was especially strange was that his feeling of shock felt like it was condensing somewhere.
Where? It preferred to creep and burn down his right shoulder and continue down his arm. A quick glance said even more; the flesh affected was melting. He shrieked.
Nameless here for evermore.
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βwhereβs your motivation, devlin?β
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β¬β¬ΞΉβββββββοΊ€ starter for @captianimarum's π½π΄ππΎ !
β βββββͺ β ππΎπ'π
π΄ πΌπ°π³π΄ π° ππΎπ½π³π΄ππ΅ππ» π·πΎπΌπ΄ π΅πΎπ ππΎππππ΄π»π΅ π°π½π³ ππΎππ π΅π°πΌπΈπ»π, π½π΄ππΎ . β
βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»βΈ» Even as the words left his lips, did Vergil tense at them; he felt so strange, standing in the foyer of a Fortuna home that had seen many years of love and use. How it seemed π΄π
π΄ππ place he entered was this way. Entire lives and memories made, all without him. A most π±πΈπππ΄π price to pay for power, and one that Vergil would never be able to return.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β Dante tells me often that you manage getting by, despite financial troubles. Such ππ΄ππΈπ»πΈπ΄π½π²π΄ is a staple of Sparda blood. β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Vergil gazed around, to the photographs on the wall, the homely way that Kyrie π³π΄π²πΎππ°ππ΄π³. A far cry from Devil May Cry, whose walls were worn and yellowed from years of untouched grime. Perhaps he would leave here, return to his brother, and set a cleaning crew upon the π°πΆπ΄π½π²π to bring back some of its former π»ππππ΄π. But for now, there was the matter at hand.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β He had been tasked with coming here to ππ΄π²πΎπ½π²πΈπ»π΄, to have at least one conversation with son. Such a task had been given to him nearly ππΈπ πΌπΎπ½ππ·π π°πΆπΎ, when he and his twin had returned from the Under World. To say that Vergil had been stalling would be an ππ½π³π΄ππππ°ππ΄πΌπ΄π½π; he knew how his son felt about him. He knew the contempt and the rage and the π·π°πππ΄π³ was there. Vergil had been there himself, only with Dante, his mother, his father. Resilience was one trait of a Spardaβholding a πΆπππ³πΆπ΄ was another.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β How have you been faring with Red Grave? Has our absence been a problem? β He wanted to cringe, again, devour himself as would an πΎπππΎπ±πΎππΎπ. Vergil had never been a man of many words, and an even lesser man of small talk. Did he ask about the π²π·πΈπ»π³ππ΄π½βwhat would be, perhaps, his grandchildrenβor his partner, Kyrie? The dog they did not have? Sparda's Might, even the ππ΄π°ππ·π΄π would have been less of an awkward conversation starter than what was, unfortunately, spilling from his lips before he could stop them.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Coming here had been a πΌπΈπππ°πΊπ΄. Half-tempted, Vergil squeezed the grip on his own fist tighter; there was no ππ°πΌπ°ππΎ to split himself with again. No way to give Nero back the π΅ππΈπ΄π½π³ who had betrayed him. And surely, Vergil knew, his π·ππΌπ°π½πΈππ would be much better at apology than he ever was. π°πΏπΎπ»πΎπΆπ ! Oh, Vergil wished to smack himself. He should have started with that. But what good would it do, when he knew in his heart that no π΅πΎππΆπΈπ
π΄π½π΄ππ would be granted, not for a million years?
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Who? // : Vergil
From? // : Devil May Cry 5
Amount? // : 288
Size? // : 100 x100 px
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My friend's oc. She is so cool..
translation: We are such scum with you, my beloved sweet girl
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Roleplay Search
Hoping to find someone who'll literate roleplay with me on Discord about Devil May Cry. These are my wants:
β Dante x Nero (me).
β Vergil (me) x Dante.
DM or interact with this post!!!!
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Always looking for a writing partners to write post DMC5 VerNero, DaNero or DanVer with. π₯Ίππ
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Not pookie manipulating my RP ajshahah
Naughty Naughty πππ
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Hey hey! Does anyone still RP DMC on here? And if so is anyone comfortable with OCs? Iβm itching for a good DMC RP!
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@criimsoncloud & @whiiskeyandrye
indie v Β && indie dante/vergil from the devil may cry series οΌboth written by criim οΌ rules οΌdark topics Β present οΌ Β Β personals do not reblog οΌ follows back Β via criimsoncloud Β οΌ Β
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||ππ₯π£ππππ€ π π π½πππ₯π||
"Power is still something I crave within every waking moment of my life. I've lost too many loved ones due to these feeble hands, and I cannot suffer the loss of another. Especially not my now ailing younger brother. I will gladly raise hell again to keep my loved ones safe."
||ππ₯π£ππππ€ π π π»ππ€π₯πππͺ||
"Volatile to become fixed, and the fixed to become volatile? I don't want to hear such nonsense. My final song will be sung only when and if I am somehow absorbed into my mirror self, and that's only if I fail to take control of him! Mark my words... Those twins will be long dead before that happens."
!LFRP!
Independent, selective, & mature role play, ask, art, etc blog for Vergil & Red Vergil (AKA Ouroboros) from Devil May Cry. Both canon and canon divergent (set a decade after DMC5). Alternate and Cross Universes (Especially FFXIV) are welcome. Doubles are also welcome, and that includes other Vergils too. Doppelganger play is always interesting. OCs too! Reblogs are very much appreciated. Follow backs from @everdreamtree
β Rules & Mun Info & Credits β Backstory β Bio & RP Hooks β Tags β
Remember to be genuine to others,
And especially genuine to yourself.
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Power From The Past || Closed RP
Ink got the call from Fosh that someone is fighting Shdwkyz and Rust as Oblivion is seriously hurt. But when she ask who attacked them. Ink doesn't believe this at all so she had to run to the scene.
It's not true, is it?!
If so, why?!
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"Hah...ha...ha..." Both boys panted as they were frustrated right now.
"This is very troublesome..." Said Shdwkyz as he is gripping his katana, Karma while his teammate, Rust has cuts on his person but all of them are healed.
"Shdwkyz. Do you think...this guy is brainwashed or somethin??" Said Rust as he got upset that Oblivion got attacked by this.
"If he was brainwashed, he would make mistakes...and he won't say anything to insult us." Shdwkyz noted. In the meantime, Fosh is with Oblivion hiding from the battle while Oblivion gasped, healing her arm as it got cut off.
"So why he is attackin us?" The blond asked, not liking this situation. "I'm thinking the same thing here...." Shdwkyz replied, clicking his tongue.
@militibus-ex-umbraβ ( DMC3!Vergil ) seeks the DBT
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i have two roleplay ideas that i can't take out of my mind and i don't have anybody to rp about it
the first one would be a canon x canon rp about vergil and the red woman from fortuna (i decided to call her rory). the roleplay could be a about how vergil and rory meet, and their love history. maybe they could be secret lovers, idk π
the second idea is about an oc x canon roleplay. idk why, but i really want to rp about my oc fighting vergil and hating each other, but soon they start having feelings for each other. just a normal enemies to lovers rp
so yeah, i'm in my vergil hyperfixation era
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@mcuntainbcrnβ asked:Β β Β how Β did Β you Β get Β in Β here? Β β [dealer's choice]
Would she believe him if he said that he came through the back door? Covered from the rain, demons were on his tail until he decided to dispose of them in a quick fight and needed a place to stay for the rest of the night but it turns out that someone else is already staying here...
Although she appears to be human before his very eyes, something suddenly felt off about her. No smell of a demon and he just couldnβt quite place it. No matter the reason though, he had already started to feel like this became a over-stayed welcome just by standing there for only a couple of seconds before finally starting to turn his back to the woman. βThe back door.β
βBut I can tell this place is currently occupied for the night.β
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β βββββͺ β πΈπ ππ°π ππΎπ, ππ°ππ½'π πΈπ ? β
βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»βΈ»βΈ» Brandishing the Yamato, he points it in the direction of his idiotic, obtuse, thieving younger twin, his eye twitching with great fury. If there was one thing his brother never seemed to learn, it was not to mess with what little food he found tasteful.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β Were you so π΅π°πΌπΈππ·π΄π³ you simply had to πΈπ½π³ππ»πΆπ΄ in my dessert ? Was yours not π΄π½πΎππΆπ· ?! β
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~Small Bit About Me~
RP Request for Devil May Cry, any version/game or DC Universe.
Hello~β
My name is Fay, I'm 29, and I'm in the IST(Ireland) timezone, so I'm usually always like 6 hours behind everyone π
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I am a low maintenance partner. I don't expect messages all day every day.
Iβm a long term Partner. I do like working on bad patches and blocks as a team as compared to tossing our RP aside because we're boggled down by low inspiration.
So please don't feel like a bother. Message me whenever you're unsure of a plot idea or where you would want to take your side.
That said, feel free to pop me a message whenever you would like, even when it isn't about our RP.
I work on weekends, but my weekdays are totally mine, so I can message back a lot more on those days.
~My Rules~
β€οΈ β’β’ Grammar & Format
Grammar does not have to be great but understandable.
I use 3rd Person, Paragraph Form, CanonxOc, Double Ups.
Plot freedom is a must. I sometimes mix canon events around original ideas.
I also really like to write for the characters, love interests, etc, as if they have a life outside of the OC. Characters and love interests don't have to be constantly anchored to an OC. It seems boring to me.
β€οΈ β’β’ Length & Limitations
I will match what I am given no matter what the length.
I am known for more novella, long messages, but please don't feel pressured to ever match me, I just tend to get carried away.
I allow Love Triangles, Polyamorous Relationships, Smut, Violence/Gore, Same Sex Relationships, Marriage/Oc Families {ex; CanonxOc have kids}, Mentions Of Abuse {Drugs, Alcohol, Sexual, Mental, Physical}.
Darker themes are allowed, but please tell me what you wouldnβt mind mentioned or added to our RP. Iβm open to a lot, but itβs important that Iβm told your doβs and donβts.
You got kinks?, don't we all. Iβm alright about a lot of kinks, I will never shame someone but the common no-noβs everyone has mentioned are still no-noβs for me.
Tell me your darker themes, kinks, whatever else, it helps me to know what your boundaries are and whatever else you want to be included or banned in our RP.
βPlease, no, under 18βsβ, Iβm an adult (29), and I prefer to have adult RP Partners.
β€οΈ β’β’ Absence & Abandonment
When I'm busy or want to toss our RP, Iβll let you know.
There can be some days where I don't want to RP because I could be exhausted from work or not in the mood, but I will pop back up unless I tell you otherwise!.
β¨οΈThank you so so much! β¨οΈ
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