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welcome to red grave city.

a neoclassical landscape, comprised of new and old victorian architecture, aglow in neon lights and sundered by a river. it's in ruins now, the roads splintered, buildings cracked or crumbling, their walls stripped from the bone, spraying debris and shattered glass across its once sprawling streets.

it crawls with all manner of hellspawn, sweeping through the desolate red grave, seeking whom they may devour. dark, tree-like structures have sprouted all over the city, their roots running deep underground, guarded by swarms of nightmarish creatures raised from the darkest pit.

safety and respite is fleeting here, barely permitting a breath to those who seek refuge, of which there is little left.

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YOUR MUSE’S LOVE TROPES -- GOTHIC LITERATURE.

CARMILLA.          giant featherbeds.   tightening a corset.   moonlit walks.  killing for love.  cruelty for the sake of love.  love is always selfish.  romantic tragedy.   love to the brink of destruction.  nighttime rendezvous.  bloody kisses on soft skin.  death was the maiden.   a very strange agony. claimed by the supernatural. dreaming about your lover. sympathy for the devil. loving me to death.  candlesticks lighting up the palm of your hand.  a passion that wearies you.  killing the one you love.

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA.         a single red rose laid out to be found.   sensual voices singing them to sleep.   a familiar shadow attending every recital. love waits on the rooftop in the night.  two soulmates holding hands.   walking down long corridors.   retrieving something lost.  devoting one’s craft to them.   making them your muse.  the horror was for love.   painted faces on parade.   gentle touches in the dark.  revealing your darkest secrets. beauty and the beast.   writing messages on the mirror.  kindness conquers all.   letting your lover go.  love never dies.

JANE EYRE.          loving the escape.  an impassioned affair.   being consumed by love.   meeting your soulmate.   lace and silk.   thirsting for the perfect romance.   marrying for passion.   losing yourself in the face of your lover.  wedding veils and bouquets of pink roses.   maddened by love.  finding warmth in the cold.   calling out for your love.  starting at the bottom.  the fire cleanses all.  hiding your passion.  your love will destroy me / my love will destroy you.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY.          painting a portrait or sketching the face of someone you love. meeting in secret. visions of your lover dying. clutching a lover’s clothes to your chest.  love so consuming you kill them. protecting their innocence at all costs.  betrayal. polyamory.  devotion.  flowers for the one you love.   remembering the name of your first love.   jealousy when you see them with someone else.   love so consuming you die for it.   visiting the place where you saw them the first time.  

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO.          letters to your lover. marrying for love. these bars can’t keep me from you.  motivated by love.   an avenging angel.  scorching jealousy.   love reborn.  devoted to memory.  it was all for you.  going your separate ways.   commit murder for me.   an unstoppable hunger.   death comes for us all.   the strongest love eventually grows apart.

DRACULA.         the holiest love.   girls love wolves.   the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.  violence is passion.  red lips, sharp teeth. love letters in a diary. unrelenting support.   getting lost in the woods.  coming home to you.   walking backwards into hell.  vengeance for my love.  even death won’t stop me.   we can live forever.  love is an open wound.  too much love to give.   bestowing your favor.  a never-ending thirst.  beauty even in death.  ravenous desire.  if only death had a heart to give.  a mercy killing.   these violent delights have violent ends.  

FRANKENSTEIN.          childhood friends to lovers.  they were something out of a dream.  arranged marriages.  learning to love.  was it all really worth it?  our guilt can know no bounds.   vengeance, my love.   dismembered body parts.   my beating heart in your open palm.   your death destroys me.  adam and eve.   crossing the mountains.   an antagonist in mourning.  paradise lost.  the loss of innocence.  abandoning your dream.   the tempest on the horizon.   humans are the real monsters.  my love is wiser than my hate.

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HER THREAT IS SWIFTLY ANSWERED; though not with words, but a cackle, and the beating of wings. the creature streaks towards her seemingly from nowhere, tousling her hair with his claws on his way past. it's only as a breeze whispers through the leaves on a summer's day, and nothing more however--- a greeting.

「 ooohohoho, careful, V! 」 griffon squawks, settling upon the arch of a street lamp,「 she's got a knife! 」

❝ don't be foolish, ❞ the darkness bleeds away from his silhouette as he steps into the light, the resonant clang of his cane against the cobblestone accompanying him. folding his hands over its head, V lifts his chin, regarding the familiar with a curl of his lip.

❝ ... she may not miss. ❞ as inclined as he is to permit that lesson, he would prefer to avoid it all together.

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"Who's there?" Ismael is quick when she turns her head over her shoulder. honeyed brown eyes staring into the awfully dimmed streets. She doesn't have her bow and arrow with her at the moment, but at least one of her owls are. Iyana is perched on top one of the trees, hidden rather well. That's not all, while Ismael doesn't have her trusty bow and arrow as mentioned, she does have a small knife in her hand.

"you have 5 seconds to show yourself." She tightens her hold on her knife and she stands her ground, "'fore I throw this knife at you." She may not be able to see clearly, but she is confident she won't MISS.

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❝ our vexation is a sacrifice they are willing to make. ❞

❝ Returning a lady to such a place as this without so much of an invitation. Is that not considered improper etiquette? At the very least, I am acquainted with here than some may find themselves... ❞

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STARTER CALL. non-event related because i don't have enough spoons for that. capping at two! these will range from one-liners to minis in length.

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     V      ✟ DEVIL MAY CRY.

goth lookin’ ass.

the embodiment of an existential crisis.

usually accompanied by a trio of familiars, which oftentimes take the form of tattoos on his body and ink in his naturally white hair.

everyone asks “ who is V ” but no-one asks “ how is V ”

due to his being only half of a whole, he has a very frail constitution, barely holding himself together with what demonic power he has left.

hi i’m V and welcome to jackass [is severely traumatised]

despite firmly siding with humankind against demons, he’s still down to toss a few of them off a cliff if it helps to further his goals. no offense.

ow the Edge.

almost always seen with a poetry book on hand.

empathy machine broke.

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now that i've got my life back on track, i'd like to reapp V from the devil may cry series! app is under /A, and i'll send my contact into in a separate ask

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, V!

You will be housed in HOUSE 111.

You will retain everything you were given your previous stay.

– mod pleiades.

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                                                          @animasphere​.

[  ACCESSING BIOME... JUNGLE.  ]

       THE GROUND ERUPTS, and rows of black spikes burst forth from the earth like teeth, obstructing her approach. they would not hinder her for long, but he shall entrust it unto her common sense that he does not take kindly to undue company. in other words: surely she could take the hint.

               ❝  that's close enough.  ❞ he admonishes calmly, angling toward her.

       while shadow is busied with keeping the other at bay, griffon lingers aside, uncharacteristically silenced by the stranger's arrival--- he can feel it; her sheer presence curdles the empty air. it grows heavier by the second, and in a rare moment of unease, he forgets his voice. his master, however, although understanding of the familiar's reservations, felt no such need to hold his tongue. perhaps that were careless of him, but he mustn't allow fear to impede his path forward, lest it destroy what remains of him.

                                               to be human, he thinks bitterly.

       his gaze flickers towards the ground before her--- an oddly uneven patch of stone embedded into the cavern floor--- and, curling his lip, V turns away.

               ❝  ... mind your step.  ❞ and with that, the protrusions recede. it had not been his intention to deter her from triggering a trap, but he supposes he is due at least one good deed of late.

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                                                            @heclingmuzik​.

[  ACCESSING BIOME... FANTASY.  ]

       THE WATER'S SOOTHING TOUCH MURMURS OVER HIS FLESH; a nothingness drawing him into its embrace, a darkness he cannot fathom, only feel, looming at his back. the silence welcomes him, and he falls into it. his chest stops burning, and every thought wanes to no more than a whisper.

                                                          ---i'm drowning.

       as if from a slumber he stirs, fighting against the shadows that seek to drag him into their depths. many hands grapple for his wrists, his legs--- any part of him they can reach. their claws graze his skin, weeping blood into the water, and it only spurs their hunger. clenching his fist, he wrenches an arm from a creature's grasp, focusing his gaze upon the moon's glow diffused through the lake's surface... only to falter as a dark shape beyond blots it out.

       something penetrates the water, whistling by each ear--- and suddenly, he is lighter. there is barely time to notice the corpses sinking below, before he is swiftly pulled ashore with little resistance. upon breaching the surface, V draws breath as though it were his first. clambering away from the lake's edge, he splutters for a moment, water spilling from his throat. lifting his head, he peers through the rivulets of raven black hair clinging to his forehead and cheeks, greeted by his familiars.

               ❝  ... sirens.  ❞ he musters between heaving pants, before hanging his head once more.

       shadow merely rumbles, before approaching, nestling up against his master to proffer warmth. griffon, clutching V's cane in his claws, hovers aside for the time being, granting the other reprieve.

               「  seriously? ain't they a fairy tale or somethin'?  」

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STARTER CALL --- DOWN YOU GO.       like for a small event starter! capping at two.

event information below the cut.

BIOMES AVAILABLE---

fantasy

jungle

space

V’S ABILITIES---

familiars.     V commands a trio of demonic familiars; griffon, shadow, and nightmare, each with their own power and skillset. griffon specialises in lightning based attacks, shadow can change its shape however it desires to form bladed weapons, nets, a dense shield, create stalagmite-like protrusions from the ground, etc, while nightmare is a large creature with incredible strength and high resistance to damage. a more comprehensive list of their abilities can be found below:

                                              -- griffon                                               -- shadow                                               -- nightmare

V’s cane.     V is able to channel what little of his demonic energy he retains through his cane to perform several devastating attacks. a list of these can be found here.

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       walk walk fashion babey

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     fellas, are you ever just the literal embodiment of an existential crisis

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             「  yeesh! the therapists on this island have a big storm comin’.  」

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heclingmuzik​.

“Grif–” and before she can even process that the voice did belong to the bird it was confirmed by how he swoops down right above her. She must look like a deer caught in headlights. A hand reaches to touch Griffon. To make sure he was actually right here. She hadn’t checked her phone to see who arrived from the eclipse. She hadn’t checked the area to see for herself who arrived. She had done so at the beginning when Kyrie, Nero, and then V were sent back. She did it on and off and eventually she had just stopped all together. “You’re here…” And she doesn’t answer Griffon. Not yet.

Her attention turns, she searches but doesn’t need to search for long before he’s right there. She sees V standing there with his cane, with his vest and his punk-rock looking pants, his grandpa looking sandals (not really) and his long, long coat. She sees him in his tattoos and did she mention cane?

She looks back up at Griffon. Oh, her eyes are watering, but she’s really sucking them back in. Or attempting to. It works for like a second and then the water gates are opened.

The young adult had been sitting down, cleaning off the dirt and maybe some little injuries from previous. They weren’t huge ones. Just little scratches on her face and arms. She had been taking a break from her little training, but…Exhausted as she was from all of it, her body found energy to push her up from the ground and run over to V and in doing so she nearly trips, but she catches herself. Ismael SLAMS herself into V, arms immediately wrapped around her friend and she tightens her hold.

She won’t say anything. She’s sure both Griffon and V can just tell with just her body language alone.

She had missed these two immensely.

             「  no shit!  」 rather than await her touch, griffon nears of his own accord, briefly perching on her forearm, 「  that real enough for ya?! haha!  」 

       although his familiar had a particularly... abrasive way of phrasing it, she does indeed look disheveled, V notes. sparring, perhaps? the exhaustion has rooted itself in her bones, harrowing her posture--- she is a wilted flower, ground into the dirt. with a little sunlight, surely she will rise again, turn her face towards the sky, and smile. 

       when she turns, and griffon retreats to hover beside her, he meets her gaze. despite her efforts to stifle the emotion welling in her eyes, the tears roll down her cheeks nonetheless. it was... not the reaction he had anticipated. his lips part, but before he is able to project his thoughts, utter her name, ismael is on her feet, and hurtling towards him. he has little time to process her approach, before her body collides with his own. the impact forces a grunt from his chest, and he stumbles back, bracing against his cane. once he’s steadied himself, V stiffens, a hand raising towards her shoulder. it stops short, hesitating for a moment... before he rests it tentatively upon her back, as the tension eases from his stance.

       he says nothing, permitting her to a silence in which her thoughts may be uninterrupted, while he secrets away his own. it is strange, for his presence to be missed to the point of tears. she need not cry for a ghost... but that is in her nature, as he has come to understand it. nonetheless, he holds her gently in an arm, and he shall extend to her that comfort for however long she may need.

                                      only griffon can be heard, cackling amusedly at the sight.

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"what are your 2021 plans"

I stayed up till 3am making this and im still laughing

(audio source @/beevesoftime on tiktok)

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