#Gried

[icycoldninja]

Hello!

I see your request box is open (if not, you can ignore this) so, can you make a story between Vergil and the reader where the reader is Vergil's lover and dies because of his mistakes. After many years, Vergil reunites with the reader who is now a demon made by Mundus (like Trish) and don't have any memory of their past self. whatever the ending is- I hope you to make it with a sad ending.

yeah- just that and thanks! have a nice day ;)

No, it's open, don't worry. Enjoy!

Lost you again (Vergil x Reader angst)

Vergil had been hellbent on obtaining power for as long as he could remember. The agony of losing all of his loved ones burned in his heart, fueling his desire to rise and conquer, to become the strongest of them all with the most abilities, the untouchable god who could never be defeated, all so he didn't have to bear the pain of losing someone close to him again.

Yet somehow, even with all of his strength and zeal, even with the demonic bloodline of the legendary Sparda, Vergil still failed, miserably. His lack of skill, his weakness, his foolishness, led to the love of his life being ripped away from him, right before his eyes.

While the details were fuzzy, as he'd lost consciousness not long after it happened, he remembered you running up to him in a dark, god-forsaken place. Was it Hell? It might have been Hell. He remembered how he was shocked to see you in a place like this, but grateful and a tad bit touched that you'd decided to come looking for him, however you managed to get here. Your dedication was unshakable; he loved you so much for that. Then the demons came, hordes of them, swarming, growling, clawing at the ground as they hurried towards you two. Both of you put up a good fight, sure, but the sheer amount of these creatures soon proved too much. Exhausted, Vergil felt his limbs become heavy, his vision shake and dim. He was tired, as much as he'd detested to admit it, and so were you.

The moment you let your guard down was the moment those horrible creatures struck, leaping into the air and piling on top of you until you were buried under their fleshy, writhing bodies. Vergil can still remember your screams as they tore your flesh from your bones; he can still see the ocean of blood that stained his boots every time he closes his eyes. It all lasted for just a second, then you were gone. The next thing he knew, he was hanging from chains, about to meet a fate worse than death at Mundus's hands.

Speaking of Mundus, it seemed Trish wasn't the only clone that thing had produced. Vergil never thought he would have the honor of seeing you again, yet here you were, finally reunited with him after who knows how many years. You were still so perfect, so beautiful, so sweet, so lovely. It was everything Vergil could do to keep from throwing himself at you and smothering you in a bone-crushing hug until you coughed and playfully begged for mercy.

"I found you," He mumbled, taking a few tentative steps towards you. "I found you...you have returned...I...never thought I would see you again."

Your warm smile slowly flattened into a line at these words; Vergil's world growing damp and dark, about to cave in around him. All it takes is one more push.

"I'm sorry...who are you?"

There it was. The push.

Vergil felt his heart start pumping an insane amount of blood, forcing it into his body like it had a mind of its own and thought he was going to die. Perhaps he was; the man had never felt more crushed. The universe seemed to hate him, he thought, as he stood before you with tears silently streaming down his face.

I must be cursed, He reasoned, as he watched you flash him an apologetic, sympathetic smile, not at all like anything he remembered. This wasn't his lover. This wasn't his baby. This was a cheap imitation who might look the same, but would never be the same. He would never know your laughter again; never be able to experience your assuring hugs and gentle kisses. This demonic copy would never be like you, even if they tried.

Despite his sadness, Vergil felt a small grin creep onto his face, out of irony, if nothing else.

It looked like he had indeed found you, but then he'd promptly lost you again.

[mamasaiddayswouldbelikethis]

Broken Vase

I’m currently going through a divorce and my father is dying at the same time. What a surreal statement! Even as I write down that sentence I am conflicted on which one to actually feel. Either way I feel a huge loss. Either way I end up in the fetal position sobbing and crying to God for some peace. Either way my heart is breaking into a million pieces. Either way my family around me is also…

[pinkflames]

Grian: I care for and protect all my allies equally 😤

Also Grian:

[vertigris-art]

It‘s time travel, I‘m sure of it!

[hazlo-con-concha-nomas]

Torna gris.

[j5daigada]

gris !!

gift art for @vertigris-art

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[gothtarrare]

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!

We, collectively as a society, NEED to return to making weird freak ass goth girls and overall weird girl characters!!!

We must return to the age of drawing weird little girls with knives and edgy sayings that belong on a 90s Hot Topic shirt!!!

THESE ARE THE TYPES OF OCS I WANT TO SEE FROM NOW ON, DAMNIT!!!!

I WANT TO SEE BLINGEE STYLE GIFS OF SAID OCS ON YOUR BLOG LIKE ITS YOUR FUCKING 2005 MYSPACE PAGE, GOD DAMNIT!!!

🗣🗣🗣AND YALL BETTER BE DESIGNING MERCH FOR YOUR WEIRD GIRL OCS TOO EVEN IF YOU AREN'T GONNA EVER MAKE SAID MERCH TRUST ME ITS FUN!!!🗣🗣🗣

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Le Corbusier

Les Mains, 1955

Photo: Joseph Savina

[sock-hops]

Jumping on the @mambodork desert duo au trend

[jestroer]

Dream is a total wanker, and I don't even want to mention him on my blog really, but I honestly could never fucking forget the "WHY has GRIAN, who in my opinion is not great at PvP, killed me at least 8 times in PVP games, yet I have NEVER finished ahead of him in buildmart". Still the funniest fucking shit ever

[sweeetestcurse]

Gris 06/??

[entreri]

[somos-deseos]

En tu órbita 🚀

[lutraviolet]

gris and denix 👻

[littlefoxwithbighat]

Grian: OK mumbo for the love of god be really careful resist the impulsive thoughts do NOT get on that strider. Do not do it. You cannot control it and you will get stranded and possibly drown when you dismount. I want you to be safe so do NOT get on the str-

Mumbo: *who got on the strider as soon as he realised it was a possible option* Grian this is your fault.