#vitavitale

[worldly-diversity]

@vitavitale​ ○ 𝕧 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕪𝕕𝕖𝕟 ○

          ⤷  『  “You think solitude keeps you safe. It doesn’t. It keeps you lonely.”  』

Cayden's eyes narrowed at the stranger who had taken to keeping an eye on him ever since he'd first run into the man and had made the mistake of admitting to his circumstances. He wouldn't be doing that again, that's for sure.

"I con't care what you think!" He cast back, aggravated and agitated and feeling wrung out all at once as his steps hurried away from the man; V, his brain supplied treacherously.

He's right. Cayden knows that; of course he does. That doesn't make any of this any easier. After all, he was alone, cast away and unwanted by his parents and children avoided him when they realised he was different or had nowhere to return to, or they were cautioned away by their parents, while complete strangers sneered at him as he attempted to disguise his abilities as mere tricks in order to make the coin he would need to scrounge up his next meal.

He couldn't even blame them, not really, even though the jealousy burned at him every time he saw a parent fussing over their child or leading the curious youth away from him. After all, things were different now, weren't they?

His hair had gotten longer and he struggled to keep it out of his eyes, his clothes were growing threadbare for lack of laundering and being his only set, thus being used for protection against the elements beyond what they had been designed for. He was growing to look more ragged, abandoned like a stray pet to the roughness and danger of the streets. The longer he stayed in these circumstances, the more people gave him wide berth. It was becoming harder to feed himself.

Oh, he'd been so full of spite once upon a time. It hadn't even been that long ago. A couple of months only, surely? He'd been determined to prove his parents wrong then, to make his own way. But things had changed and V was right, he couldn't stay alone but no one would come near him…

Well, and he didn't quite feel comfortable yet trusting the persistent adult who had not really given Cayden reason to mistrust him, but who had yet to truly help, either.

Turning another corner, he shivered at the sudden windy corridor and hurried along. He wasn't ready to accept help yet, but when he finally was… Cayden nor V had any idea what he would be in for then, what he would eventually become.

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#vitavitale #universe • original character #inquiry • original character #interactions • cayden #answered #please ask before continuing #into the void • queue #catch me tying this in with his older verse for later bc it'd be kinda fun if v ran into him a good couple years later #and then be shook at how much he changed xD

[kalinann]

LADY  ,    in  battle .

bold  what  applies    ━    italicize  sometimes .

fights honorably  /  fights dirty    (  applying to encounters with other humans,  there isn’t really a code of honor to follow when devil hunting at a disadvantage  )

prefers close - quarters  /  prefers range    (  walking arsenal,  baby !  but we’ve seen her rely on the bayonet of the kalina ann & i like to imagine she sports a carbon steel machete  +  a garrote,  y’know,  just in case  )

chats during  /  goes silent

low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts  /  attacks steadily

goes for the kill  /  aims to disarm  /  fights defensively  /  strikes first

is provoked easily  /  provokes their opponent  /  teases

gets visibly frustrated  /  shouts while attacking

uses strategy  /  focuses on the battle  /  experiences conflicting thoughts during battle    (  regarding strategy,  in her first encounter with trish you’ll notice she approaches carefully,  displaying a degree of basic military training regarding engagement :  moving from cover to cover,  checking every blind-spot in a room,  etc.  )

rushes in recklessly  /  tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly  /  fights calmly  /  fights apathetically  /  fights with anger  /  fights with excitement

fights because they have to  /  fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds  /  runs away when wounded  /  hides wounds  /  takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade  /  prefers a gun  /  prefers hand to hand combat  /  prefers a bow  /  prefers a shield  /  prefers a personalized weapon  /  prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  /  their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle  /  fights as they appear

relies on strength  /  doubts their strength  /  relies on speed

uses everything they have  /  proceeds with caution  /  hides their full potential

exhausts quickly  /  has high stamina

behaves arrogantly  /  brags after landing a hit  /  belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics  /  uses brute strength    (  luring a demon to the place they kill humans & hide their bodies ?  i’d consider it a psychological tactic  )

avoids civilians  /  strikes down civilians

damages surroundings  /  avoids damaging surroundings    (  her main deal is explosives,  let’s be real here  )

signature fighting style  /  makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set  /  learning their skill - set

fancy footwork  /  sloppy footwork

messy fighter  /  elegant fighter

accepts defeat  /  refuses defeat  /  begs for mercy

compliments their opponent  /  insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements  /  moves efficiently  /  barely moves   (  it’s devil may cry,  showmanship is necessary  )

prefers to dodge  /  prefers to block    (  if the kalina ann can withstand a direct slash from the yamato,  it has to be made of some pretty sturdy stuff,  regardless of what percentage vergil is currently operating at  )

defends their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  leaves blindsides vulnerable    (  with trish at her side,  there is no blindside  )

uses all available advantages  /  strictly uses one main method

plays around  /  holds back  /  fights ruthlessly  /  shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready  /  strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death  /  fears pain  /  fears killing

has ptsd  /  avoids fighting

has lost a fight  /  has won a fight

has killed  /  refuses to kill

wants to die standing  /  would succumb slowly .

tagged  by :    @goried    (  thank you !  ) tagging :    @fractempyreal,  @devilhunts,  @terrorgone​,  @vitavitale​,  @devilxhunted​​

#✩ ❛ ∘ 𝑜𝑜𝑐 « the poster's crusade . › #✩ ❛ ∘ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 « sitrep . › #i hate using terms like unhinged and/or feral at the best of the times so i'll avoid them here as well #lady taught herself to fight young & trained specifically to take on opponents that are far deadlier than any one human can be #so her fighting style can be very unorthodox #& if fully equipped with her assortment of guns & explosives she'll take out entire squadrons of trained soldiers with ease #to her - humans barely register as a threat anymore #( as does the act of killing her own )

[corvidamned]

@vitavitale​ | said: ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜

"I haven't been getting much sleep down at the Order..." She should go. She should go? She should go. And yet she can't seem to move, using every muscle to remain nearby, poised in her stance, a hand leaning on the edge of his desk lest she topple over. "And when I'm here, I think of kissing you. And I shouldn't get sad at the idea that you might not want me to." She's quite in the process of crushing her own heart to be smaller and quieter, and less troublesome. "I'd rather it'd be you to direct my attention back to the mission than if they ever found out I'd been consumed by..." Love? "Love."

#rp #vitavitale #what a mess smh

[absclutezerc]

@vitavitale asked: "'I could lie down like a tired child, / And weep away the life of care / Which I have borne, and yet must bear'." Tongue in cheek, demoralized yet spoken through a reflective smile. The Romantics seemingly knew precisely what V would have to say, and when. // little angst for Dante

   Arms cross over his chest, weight shifting to one foot.

   “What, you think you can just read some words from a book and act like it’s scripture? Mouth of God whispering in your ear, telling you some dumb shit like it’s true? C’mon, V, thought you had at least half a brain in there.”

#vitavitale #m: dante . ask #[ he wants NONE OF YOUR SHIT ]

[marked-for-the-abyss]

@vitavitale - Continued from here​

Victoria spared the brief moment it took to observe how Shadow's form shifted from a clearly solid one to the much more malleable demonic ooze she became. Her past encounters with less hostile members of the demonic race had done some good to steel her nerves around such creatures, even if she did still wish to understand more of how demons such as these familiars worked in case that information ever turned out to be of use. She listened to the infernal fowl as he circled, long legs quickening their strides as she realized how annoying needing to constantly loop back must be for the bird. She also would much rather not be out in the open with a potential liability in her arms for too long, just in case any remaining empusa were lurking about.

     The redhead gave a soft hum of thought when Griffon mentioned that something had V down as of late. Her gaze briefly scanning the features of the sleeping man in her arms before returning to the path ahead as she spoke, ❝So, he's depressed then? I know full and well how that can cause someone to lose the will to eat. If that's the case, then I wouldn't exactly call it nothing. As for how I can help long term, well, I won't know until I'm able to speak with him. However, I do know how to help people recover from this level of starvation — mostly because I've been there before,❞ the last part of that statement said nearly under her breath. Most people wouldn't have been able to make out her words, though the keen hearing of a demon may stand a better chance at making out the full statement.

     ❝You still never told me when the last time he ate was. Knowing how long it's been since there's been anything in him would help me know what his stomach might be able to handle,❞ she pointed out to the devil-bird. ❝As for just patching him up and leaving him to you, well, you honestly sound like you're trying to convince yourself that you've got him as much as you're trying to convince me of it. If you have him, then tell me; What do you intend to do to make sure he doesn't end up like this again? What if the next time he's like this there's a lot more demons than there were today and they all want to take a bite out of him? Sure, you can say you'll be able to fight them all off but, being a demon yourself, I have no doubt you are well aware of how quickly the odds can become overwhelming and how any loss of maneuverability can be someone's undoing. 

      ❝You are not speaking to some hotshot who's new to the business, ignorant to the threats that are really out there. I know very well what could happen upon you, upon him, at the most inopportune moment, when he is most vulnerable. What will you do when you're against those odds and his face is on the ground, Griffon? You won't always have an open sky to retreat to with him. It may not happen every other week but it only takes once,❞ she told the feathered familiar. ❝Those are the situations I'm worried about. I respect his determination, but the recklessness he showed today could get him killed if it keeps up!❞ Her tone shifted into a slightly deeper one as her speech began to quicken with her last statement, betraying just how concerned she was about what she had seen just moments ago. Finally, she was showing a bit of emotion! Though it did not last long as that more emotional response was swiftly suppressed the moment she noticed her tones shifting to less controlled ones. Did seeing someone else pushing themselves towards an early grave hit a bit too close to home for the redhead? Maybe just a bit.

     A sigh crossed her lips as the old, but still quite functional, car she had purchased for use while in the area came into view. The dark grey vehicle already had demonic claw marks adorning its hood and sides. When next she spoke, the redhead's voice had returned to its previous, more measured tones ❝I just don't want to see someone with so much drive get themselves killed. The world can't afford to lose too many good hunters and, if he has allies like the two of you, then he must be a cut above. Now, would you be so kind as to open the back door for me? That car has old lever-style handles so it shouldn't be too difficult for you. Besides, I don't care if you scratch the hell out of it.❞

#vitavitale #V:Main #She is so freaking intrigued by Shadow's abilities XD

[monstriiss]

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@vitavitale​ said: “And here I thought this couldn’t get any worse.”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, things can always get worse, ” the monster replied with a flippant wave of a long, clawed hand, attention focused on the sky above. To say such a thing was to tempt fate. Thunder cracked over head as the sky steadily darkened, clouds deep purple and pregnant with rain. Her gaze then rested on the black clad warlock at her feet, crimson lips bowed slightly into the subtlest smile as heavy drops began to patter atop their heads. 

“ It’s only rain. ”

#answered #vitavitale #drath vc: don't be so dramatic city boy

[moved-to-phxntomwulf]

@vitavitale​ Liked the Starter Call

"Well...I guess we're done here." A phrase comes off as the man jerks his hand to the side, allowing the demonic blood to fly off onto the nearest wall. In a fluid motion, the one-eyed mercenary sheaths the sword, before looking around. He didn't expect to have any supporters or allies when engaging in this small skirmish and yet he found himself fighting alongside a strange man covered in tattoo's, commanding beasts of darkness that moved forward and attacked everything that they could before he finished them off occasionally. A single glance at the man itself revealed no wounds. Good.

"Thank you." He said, slowly turning towards his surprising ally, nodding in a bit of respect for this man's abilities. There wasn't any more of these demons around, or so it seems, so he didn't really have any qualms in simply remaining in his place but only turning to talk to whoever that was. "Hadn't seen you around before." He adds, a moment later.

#Mild of a Loner [IC post] #Wolf in Metropolis [Modern AU] #vitavitale #hope this is fne

[aevyternal]

EXHAUSTED MEME // ACCEPTING  @vitavitale​ whispered:    “Listen, I can … I can get up. It’s fine.

            ❝    You’re  MAD  if  you  actually  believe  I’ll  allow  you  to  stroll  out  of  here  in  the  state  you’re  in .   Sit  still  &  rest  for  a  time  until  you’ve  regained  your  strength .   I  promise  you  that  you  are  in  no  danger  here .    ❞        Her  voice  is  stern ,   though  not  out  of  harsh  cruelty ,   but  rather  coming  from  a  place  of  insistent  concern .   A  thin  breath  leaves  her ,   hand  hooking  around  the  crook  of  his  elbow  &  anchoring  him  with  an  unnatural  strength  belying  what  she  truly  is .  Regardless ,  the  motherly  concern  doesn’t  wane  even  in  the  face  of  his  STUBBORNNESS .             ❝    -------------  The  world  can  wait .   That ,  I  can  promise  you .   ❞

#vitavitale #█│☾ IC. ❛ ᴵⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ #Eb: You better get some sleep or so help me god . . . . .

[worldly-diversity]

@vitavitale​ ○ 𝕧 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕦𝕒𝕟 ○

          ⤷  『  ‘ your feelings are your own. no one should be allowed to define them for you. ’  』

Of course not. It was only everything else that had always been rigorously controlled, from his temper and his outbursts to later his manners and reservedness. Everything had been under scrutiny at all times to the point he honestly didn't really know who he was anymore.

Had he ever known?

Once he'd thought he was a regular boy, but then people had called him a demon and though it stung, it had resonated with him too, at least until his mother found out and cracked down on the 'undesirable' behaviour, forcing him to control himself and not lash out, no matter what was done to him, which in turn caused him to be bullied relentlessly.

Then, after she died the real demons came, family of his father they called themselves, a person so abstract to him that he couldn't even tell anyone the man's name. Then, suddenly, he was too soft, too gentle, too docile; too human.

Now it's hard to tell what to do, whether to follow his mother's orders even though she'll never punish him for failing to hold himself back ever again, or to let go of this apparently demonic side in him that so badly wants to rage at the injustice and rip everything to shreds. Such a thing… Surely the demons would overpower him in a heartbeat?

"I know. That doesn't change anything though." he replied bitterly, eyes downcast though briefly raising to pierce through the other's gaze defiantly. He wants out of here, wants his freedom even though he knows there is nowhere he can hide, he simply knows too little…

Hoping that his father would somehow come save him is pure foolishness.

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#vitavitale #universe • original character #inquiry • original character #interactions • luan #answered #please ask before continuing #into the void • queue

[tsujigri]

@vitavitale​

‘  WHAT?  ‘   and  nero  demonstratively  waggles  his  arm,  flesh  made  false,  the  pink  veneer  consumed  at  once  by  an  explosion  of  ghastly  blues  and  white-red  lines,  claws  erupting  in  place  of  rounded  nails.   he  wiggles  his  digits.  ‘  this  isn’t  weird.  is  this  weird?  this  is  a  little  weird.  ‘

#vitavitale #THREAD. #V: LIKE A SILVER BULLET PIERCING THROUGH! #here u go hon! have a bumbling little fool #post dmc5 obviously

[mamaterasu]

nothing ever lingers for far too long,   it cannot therefore goodbyes are always so bittersweet.  all that remains here is the gentle sway of rainfall.  each droplet laden's thick mists over countless blue horizons,  spraying the earth with rasps of water and feeding thirsty saplings.  rock and stone and moisture fills her senses.  she can sense ruins ahead,  but between this chorus lies another voice and she lays her great grey head down. 

your words are enchanting.   just as the sound reaches his ears so too does a curtain of warm afternoon sunlight spill across his face.  appearing like a dream,  one dream filmed in  golden leaf,  touched by the sound of morning doves filling the bright blue sky.  rain passes,  but the sun remains.   do you have any more  ? 

              CONSTELLATION OF THE HEART   /   @vitavitale​.

#she's already his biggest fan woa #vitavitale #｢ v : reset the sadness. ｣

[corvidamned]

#music #vitavitale #kira: -offers V her earbud-

[cygnimonos]

@vitavitale​ liked for a starter

Along with the rest of the city, this church was torn asunder from the invasive roots belonging to the Qliqhoth tree. Yet despite its destruction, it was not abandoned. A woman with pink hair was sitting peacefully amongst the rubble, her hands held together in silent prayer before turning to face the man who had approached.

“I certainly didn’t expect anyone to come out here, tell me did you come here to rest?” She asks with a serene smile. While she did not dress like a woman of the cloth her aura carried radiance and tranquility.

#vitavitale #★; ║ ( DMC Ver ) ║ #[hope this is alright!]

[novuscaelum]

Seated at a light chestnut granite countertop desk was Novus waiting for his new tutor. His old one, Mr. Haventhall, who was rather old had retired from teaching to live out the rest of his life in peace in Insomnia. So, there had been a search for some time for a new one, and while his older sister was away doing her lessons in Tenebrae under her mother’s care, the boy was stuck here at the Citadel waiting. 

He was able to do regular schooling in the meantime to keep him busy, but the eight-year-old also enjoyed spending his downtime during the search process playing any video games as well since nobody was really around to pick up the slack during the search. Finally, the day arrived when Novus was informed that after school, his lessons would resume. All-day long he wondered what the new teacher would be like. Would they be strict? A practical pushover? Who knew? 

Still, Novus did have a few small things in his backpack to keep things interesting should things take a turn for the worse. Some pre-made paper balls to flick, a rubber band or two, and a pen with invisible ink. With another sigh, Novus rested his hand on his cheek watching the door for what seemed to be the umpteenth time within the last twenty minutes until he heard the doorknob rattle making him sit up straight. Could this be him? 

“Introducing His Royal Highness, Prince Novus Nox Fleuret- Caelum CXV.” 

Yep, based on the voice of the attendant who’d opened the door and using his full title, his tutor had arrived, except Novus stayed in his chair practically on the edge of his seat as he waited for whoever was on the other side to come in.

“This is gonna be great!” 

@vitavitale

#vitavitale #[age 8]