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Dante & Nero + reactions at the crumbling V

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              𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄.                                                                           » 𝐕 .

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We are truly ourselves only when we coincide with nothing, not even with our own singularity.

Emil Cioran (1911-1985), from “The Fall Into Time” (1964), translated from the French by Richard Howard (via finita--la--commedia)

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I’ve realised how important everything was … Everything I’ve thrown away in my pursuit of power. I thought maybe he could change my … maybe fix … Maybe right my wrong.

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“Each of us has heaven and hell in him.”

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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VERGIL.

Vergil rolls his eyes at the comment, crossing his arms and looking over at his charge, not really annoyed quite yet but certainly not taken with his grin. “Of course he is. I wouldn’t expect anything else.” He raises a brow. “Why do you bring it up? Scared he’ll come out to play too?”

                ———❝ AND SO LIVE EVER — OR ELSE SWOON TO DEATH. ❞ he recited with an uneasy crease in the corner of his eye as the line fell on silence. considering the other man in relation to himself, he had every reason to speak the words they both knew. urizen was alive and well within.

  ❝ implying i am playing some sort of game? what do you see me as, vergil — a toy? ❞

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                                              though i mispronounce myself, i will speak.

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Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.

Jean-Paul Sartre (via philosophyquotes)

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            starter call……………………..

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VIVIENNE.

A soft hum rumbled deep in her throat, hazel eyes glancing down at her feet briefly as her hands folded together against her lap. “Well, I lived in Red Grave for most of my life. My mom and I struggled to get by most days, but we had each other; it was enough for both of us to keep going.” Her tender smile faded ever so slightly, folded hands clenched into gentle fists. “Life was relatively normal, then around the age of 13, demons attacked my home. Mom and I were saved by a hunter by the name of Thomas; he’s the one who taught me how to fight and kill them. Years later, he and I went on our first job together… He left for Fortuna and the moment I came back home… Mom was gone. I’ve been alone ever since.”

Lifting her gaze to meet his, Vivienne smiled once more as she allowed herself to relax. “Now, I currently live in Mist Fall while tending to a library that used to be abandoned. It took a lot of work, but…” Silence filled their ears for a moment, a tender expression appearing on her face. “Being able to contribute to the village and being around so much history brings me joy, you know?”

               ——— IT WAS CERTAINLY A WISER PURSUIT IN THIS HARSH WORLD. he listened, eyes forward and open despite his silence. her story was, in a way, commendable considering all that she could have said. for some, it was a desire for blood that pushed them towards hunting. for others, money. despite her skills and loss, the woman made time for people and all they had to offer.

    ❝ sweet joy befall thee… ❞ he murmured to himself, blake’s words coating his tongue like his own saliva. as he gathered his thoughts, the man crossed his ankles in his seat.

    ❝ i would have never taken you for a librarian, though i suppose we haven’t known each other that long. what would you like to learn? ❞

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PSA. i changed by pride avi from the trans flag to the nonbinary flag, as it makes more sense after careful thought on the subject. 

initially, i wanted to do this but felt no one would recognize the colors. using the trans flag was more of a recognizable umbrella, when in reality i don’t think v really considers himself aligned with one particular binary gender. i thought i would clarify if anyone was confused.

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Olympian Aesthetics

APHRODITE:     laughter-loving.   sweet smiles.  dressed in silk and satin.   flower in their hair.   sees the world as a runway.   unapologetically sexual.  the sea washing their ankles.   in love with love.   stirrer of passion.  cunning concealed by painted lips.   secret daggers.   doves.  revolution in their kiss.  delighting in the waves.   flirtatious winks.   strolling along the beach.   staring wistfully from a balcony.   this is how to be a heartbreaker.   wants to be adored.   gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO:   glitz and glamour. art galleries.   turning the volume up.  being made of gold.  neatly organized music sheets.   notebooks filled with poetry.  bathing in the sunlight.   the powerful urge to create.   collecting vinyl records.   beautiful cover of Wonderwall.  playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine.   healing touch.  speaking in prophecies.  smile mingled with wrath.   shunning lies.   sporting shades.   hanging out at music festivals with their friends.   sleeps naked.   arrow to the heart.   paint brushes.  probably has a tinder account.

ARES:   armed for battle.   wants to raise a dog with their significant other.  soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides.   scarred body.   blood on their hands and face.  willing to fight the world for the ones they love.  fights against injustice.   warm hugs.  well worn combat boots. boxing gloves.   bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles.   fist raised in protest.   ignites revolutions.  fear is a prison.  more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think.   exhausted.   damaged goods.   force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS:         keen sense of a hunter.  freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes.   disheveled braid.  moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night.  lying on the grass and staring at the stars.  mother doe and her fawn.   protecting their kin.   the moon shimmering on a still lake.   a quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree.   running with wolves.   bonding while circled around a campfire.  not being much of a people person.   arrow hitting a target.   popping egos.   patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA: discerning gaze.   unreadable face.  quiet museums.   an owl perched on their finger.   armor that intimidates. an eye for architecture.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses.  studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid.   big fan of logic.   loves brain teasers.   ancient buildings.   sweaters in neutrals and cool colors.  hair is done up.   can kill you with their brain.   heads to the library often to research.  sharpened pencils.   abs that can cut steel.   stoic statues.   pottery classes.

DEMETER:       soil-covered hands.   a smile that can bloom flowers.   skin loved by the sun.  being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends.   flowers kept in the pockets of overalls.   takes pride in their beautiful garden.   speaks to their plants.   leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat.  picking fruit.   greenhouses.   heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone.   curls crowned with flowers. a folded pile of sweaters in warm hues.   pulling out freshly baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS:     drunk shitposter.   on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks.   untamed curls.   rich fabrics on dark skin.  sleek furred panthers.  theatre masks.   stage productions.   receiving a standing ovation.   rose caught between their teeth.   being the baby of the bunch.   wild parties that last from sundown to sunup.   creeping vines. inspiring loyalty.  grand opera houses.   masquerade balls.  rolls of film.   shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor.   pouring champagne into flutes.   lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS:       the calloused hands of someone who knows labor.   sweaty brow.  flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind.  broad shoulders.   steampunk goggles.   nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes.  striking a match.   blueprints for future projects.   fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades.   wrestles with bitterness.   work boots have seen better years.   wrinkled plaid shirts.   iron melted in blazing fire.   huge jackets.   crafting masterpieces.   greased stained overalls.   fascination with robotics.   pain is fuel.  stack of weaponry.   even their muscles have muscles.

HERA:       resting bitch face.   dressed to the nines.  cows grazing on a pasture.   cool rain. loving and hating fiercely.  a hand clutching a string of pearls.   a large chandelier with glittering crystals.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims.   romance to realism.   pictures of the sky while flying on a plane.   files that under ‘ fuck it ’.   downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and Netflix.   like their selfie or you’re grounded.   knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man.   dark eyes that penetrate your soul.   marble and gold.

HERMES:       devil-may-care smile,    always up-to-date on the latest technology.   will steal your french fries.   does it for the vine.   shitposter.   puts googly eyes on everything.   meme hoarder.   long drives on the highway.   ma and pop diners.   spontaneous road trips.   folded maps.   fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop.   shooting hoops on the basketball court.   chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations.   goes jogging in the morning. mixes Redbull with coffee.   menace on April Fools.   hoodies and sneakers.  

POSEIDON:     storm with skin.  colorful coral reefs.   waves crashing against the shore.   stroking the soft fur of a cat.   their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop.  tousled locks.   clothes smeared with paint.   owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more.   leather jackets.   fondness for DIY projects.  handwriting that flows across the page.   nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin.   a velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams.  mood as ever-changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle.   compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS:     thunder in their heart. running on coffee.  a flash of lightning.  un-natural charisma. eloquence.  badass in a nice suit.   an aficionado of history.  a force of nature.  Lenny’s face. nightmare-filled nights.   proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings.  planes soaring through a cloudless sky.   technician on the piano.   maintains order.  strong handshake.  juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease.   expensive watch.

Tagged by:  @liliumsonder Tagging: @chainedaccursed , @lethalartisan , @silxerbullet , @illicios , @gelum-lumen

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“You have to ask yourself two questions: Who am I? And how may I become myself?”

— Paul Beatty, The Sellout (via quotespile)