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Heyyyy hope you're doing wonderful, can I ask you for a web weaving about a daughter growing up to be more like her father?! I'm curious to see what you going to feed me, have a beautiful day.
joan didion blue nights (via @metamorphesque) \\ ari banias anybody: poems: "who you're about to be" \\ frederic belaubre chimeras 19-5 \\ -- \\ starry eyes (2014) dir. kevin kölsch & dennis widmyer \\ valérie bah the rage letters (tr. kama la mackerel) \\ @gorgynei
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#this is my worst nightmare#so#on family#on fathers#on daughters#asks#rockunderthewater#mine#my webweaving#webweaving#web weaving#webweave#joan didion#blue nights#ari banias#anybody: poems#who you're about to be#frederic belaubre#valerie bah#the rage letters#kama la mackerel#valérie bah#gorgynei#starry eyes#kevin kolsch#kevin koelsch#dennis widmyer#kevin kölsch
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I find myself calling you, By every name I've known you by. In hopes of finding the one That will bring you back to me.
#writerscreed#original poem#spilled ink#dark academia#original poetry#my poetry#poets on tumblr#writers and poets#poetry#poem#my poem#writerscommunity#love notes to no one#love poem#love poetry#female writers#short poem#poems and poetry#if anybody can tell what this is about#props because i barely know#i have a few ideas?#but it's mainly just sad/angsty vibes yk?#but interpret it however tf you want#heartbreak/death/grounding/other idk
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It feels strange to know I'm somehow so important to you
How is that possible
What have I done
Why has a bond that started as a shared perversion become so meaningful
Answer me
I need to know
And you tell me
"I may not be a clever man but
When two freaks of nature collide
They hold on as tight as they can
For it is all they have
And now I would die for you without having used you as a body pillow yet"
We are two disgusting faggots
Caught in each other's embrace
And we love it
We will never wish to leave
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big fan of when this happens
#let me be conceited in peace#it’s not just when it comes to me though. i love love love to see anybody else’s art as the tag header#like yes! let’s decorate this place with pretty drawings. it’s like our little home that we all display finger paintings and poems with#<- within#we have our masterposts hung up on the fridge and whatnot#idk. it makes the fandom feel more official#this also breeds danger however that somebody’s first impression of this tag could be fluff when the source material is far from it#good luck to that hypothetical person#like minds#nigel colbie#alex forbes#murderous intent#like minds 2006#fanart#like minds fandom
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"I stood in my box of pity,
Smiles of sorrow.
Former joy of a young cub,
He was kindled from blood.
Wasn't worth to save,
But I was worth to give."
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here's the ver with no lineart/lineless cause i like both and i cant pick from any of em
#idk how to poem properly#art#corvidsart#dsaf#dsaf art#dsaf fanart#dee#dee kennedy#dsaf dee#dee dsaf#if anybody has poem writing tips#it would be genuinely helpful
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i think the whole cringe is dead, radical sincerity, depth of genuine emotion, earnest effort, and unironic love thing that tumblr has going on the past few years has transformed my outlook on things and changed me for the better. but it does mean that now the people i know irl will give me strange looks for being too sappy or too poetic or too dedicated or too excited about about something because they're still stuck in their "well i only like this ironically" phase. guess that's their problem tho not mine <3
#like on here i could spontaneously decide to write a poem about life & love & death & the dying peace lily on my parent's porch#and everybody would be like omg love it#or i could write essays analyzing mcrp. or dig up documents from 1910 and 1956 for fanfic research#and everyone is like 🤩#and in real life there's like a 90% chance anybody would just be like. that's good for you....you're a little weird though.....#or i will say something i was thinking about and people will get all cynic on me or something#SORRY for having a writer's/artist's/photographer's brain i guess and seeing the beauty in the world#idk idk so many people i meet irl are allergic to genuine expressions of emotion or artistry#there was a lady i saw on the train once who was reading a densely-written pocket sized planner...from 2013#i think about her sometimes. was that her planner? were those good memories? was she trying to remember something? has it been a kind decade#and when i told my dad he couldn't at all see anything i saw in the moment. he just made jokes about her being crazy#but i liked the moment
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Freedom is not something that anybody can be given. Freedom is something people take, and people are as free as they want to be. James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name
#Freedom is not something that anybody can be given. Freedom is something people take#and people are as free as they want to be.#James Baldwin#Nobody Knows My Name#motivation#quotes#poetry#literature#relationship quotes#writing#original#words#love#relationship#thoughts#lit#prose#spilled ink#inspiring quotes#life quotes#quoteoftheday#love quotes#poem#aesthetic#spilled thoughts#relatable quotes#reading#art#romance quotes#shakespeare
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Poetry from the Notes App: a mini zine
#zine#zines#poetry#poem#poems#notes app poetry#perzine#mini zine#poetry zine#zinester#zine making#love#heartbreak#nostalgia#the original idea for this zine was something completely different (bigger) but i just couldn't get myself to work on it#so i ended up doing this instead and i really like it#context: those little poems were written between the ages of 13 and 19#i have more little poems so maybe i'll make a part 2#kj post#kaye's zines#kaye.verse#also if anybody wants to make a better id/alt text for this please go ahead!#i tried my best but it could definitely be better
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Asha in an alternate universe where she didn't get kidnapped and worked on by Doctor malpractice Starline 😗😈
#asha the tenrec#if anybody saw my broken mirror poem this is why#surgamy#sonic the hedgehog#surgamy fankid#sonic fankid showdown#sonic#amy rose#sonic fandom#surgamy fanchild#surge the tenrec#amy the hedgehog#sth#sonic fankid#sonic fanchild#sonic next gen#oc lore#art#surge x amy#amy x surge
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Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman
part one | part two
#me when everybody is posting the maple leafs sad narratives and i am furiously generating this like HOLD ONNNN HOLD ONNNNNNN#honestly i could've been SOOOO MEAN about this because i saw this poem & alexandra got the preview on the poetry blog#where i just reblogged the first half of this poem point blank with the tags#kyle dubas#toronto maple leafs#& got yelled at aksdaksf & it literally only didn't go on this blog bc i usually write more & then it was percolating & i looked up the poe#& it was only the FIRST PART i'd reblogged i didn't know there was more & then brain immediately went brrrrr ok time for an edit.#this is a long one lol & i also have no idea if it makes sense to anybody but me but because y'all know me i will always overexplain so!!#my reasoning for the reasons obvi kyle. that's a given i hope he's doing well i hope he & his family r good but man is not coming in to wor#the second edit took me a stupid amount of time bc i am nitpicky but also i learned how to do the layers & transparency from the claude edi#that actually y'all don't know about lmao but i lost my mind when i saw how perfectly those pictures align i was scrolling getty & was like#ok december i'm gonna do a headline one (in my brain with the november/june quote about choosing to die again) w/ maple leafs playoff odds#how they say at winter break you know who's gonna be in the playoffs & who'll win & they thought they had a shot but it's mitchie overlaid#the 2003-04 team who'd last won a playoff round with the atlantic division stats from dec for 22-23 & how long it's been & dec headlines#i wanted breakup/recent/never loved to be a recent trade acquisition somebody who bounced around & somebody else so i almost had simmer#brodie & zar but then i wanted to make murray for breakup at any time &i forgot zar & him were on the pens together &it hit me like a truc#bc there's a photo of the two of them EXACTLY the same so close it's scary of this one but them as pens so they had to be it & i did always#know never loved again was mitchie. sorry. also mitchie in the penalty box the last game but i couldn't find footage of it & this one works#no i could not find a photo of tyler bertuzzi fighting a leaf for a dog looked at me yes i tried.#i almost made the bunting photo jt but instead it's 'bunting a rat etc' anyway the one i really feel unhinged about is dead pets bc at firs#i was gonna make it the handshake line & look to see if the leafs had drafted anybody on the panthers (dead pet former draft pick)#& they had & it was carter verhaeghe & i couldn't get a good pic of matthews & verhaeghe but it's fine bc i thought about the mo/luke schen#narrative (in which they are a perfect d pair long lost) & schenn was drafted by the leafs & that line fits jut trust me. also how i feel#about the kniesy luminous line that one possessed me it had to be kniesy idk why. i almost put gussy as girls are too pretty though ALSO#did u like my joke. daylight SAVINGS time on the goalie. thank u. also my photo magic on the jt (me very poorly editing in him as an isle)#OK ALSO HOLD ONNNNN there is a part two but i have to wait for the Content i want it will come out as soon as [redacted] or sooner#if i get bad at waiting &everyone will pretend like it is always the way it will be once i have the photos i want. speaking of did the leaf#simply not take a team photo this year?? it Does Not Exist for me i have tried very hard to look for it also i'm excited for part 2#one of them is named oh you're so unhinged for this one & the finished product is you're unhinged in ways you didn't even know u were sorry#liv in the replies
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Sunshot Band AU - Fire in the Back of My Throat
Wangxian, Wangningxian?
Genderswapped WWX, WN, everybody else is the same — why? Taylor Momsen’s voice and bisexuality reasons; also I don't control my brain at 3am, it does what it wants; also also let ladies scream in metal!!
Sunshot lineup:
Wei Ying: lead vocals, unclean vocals, rhythm guitar, programming
Mianmian: lead guitar, backing vocals -> Replaced by Lan Zhan: lead guitar, keyboards, backing vocals
Wen Ning: bass, backing vocals, screaming, unclean vocals
Jiang Cheng: drums, percussion, backing vocals
Music insp:
The Pretty Reckless (Wei Ying sounds a lot like Taylor Momsen and switches often between rock vocals and classical vocals)
PVRIS
Halocene
Red Handed Denial, CrazyEightyEight (Wen Ning screams like Lauren Babic)
1. Audition:
Starts when Sunshot has to audition a new lead guitarist because Mianmian is leaving to finish out her pregnancy and be a stay at home mom who only occasionally does shows close to home -- it's her dream, we're not judging her about it -- and cannot go on tour.
When Lan Zhan auditions, he plays well, but Wei Ying is skeptical. She was actually hoping for a woman to replace MM and there's something about LZ's stoicism that just irks her or something, so she pushes.
"Yes, well done. Now play us something we haven't heard before."
LZ plays a classical guitar piece, but WY identifies it easily.
LZ plays a guqin piece that he's transposed for guitar, but, again, WY identifies it -- though maybe not as easily.
Finally, LZ plays a personal composition that he hasn't recorded on bandcamp or youtube yet.
WY smiles. "Why didn't you start with an original composition? Save us all the hassle."
"I needed to know you were worth my time, as well." [or something like that]
2. Distant Road (远道) Tour:
LZ steps into MM's role easily. His falsetto is good enough that they don't have to do too much reworking of the vocals for the tour.
On stage, WY, who has always flirted with both WN and MM, flirts with LZ, too. This causes a Public Stir, because what if WY is actually straight and she's just been baiting the audience for attention! Gasp!
WY, who has been openly vocal about being bisexual goes on a media rampage about it. "I've said for years that I go both ways!" [etc.]
She ends up kissing them both on stage while JC remains ever grateful that he's her brother and thus excluded from the nonsense.
Sometime during this tour, there will be at least a WNX threesome, if not a triad formed.
3. Forgetting Envy (忘羡) Album:
Sometime after the tour is over, Sunshot decides to invite LZ to stay in MM's place. They start writing their next album. But LZ brings with him piano skill as well. Now they incorporate keyboard into their sound, as well as LZ's intricate fingering and lower vocal range.
Writing the album is... a mess. But a good one, in the end.
When they perform on stage, there are songs that require keyboard, so LZ (for at least the first song) gives his guitar to WY so she can take over -- because she's also very skilled at intricate fingerings -- and he can play the keyboard. (Mostly because I think it would be really hot if this happened in real life. WY has her own guitar that she'll probably use on other songs and has used in the past when songs req more than two guitars. But like. I want this moment. Whether she steals the guitar while he's still wearing it or whether he lays the strap gently over her neck depends on the vibe of the crowd that night.)
#wangxian#at least#probably also#wangningxian#rock band au#my nonsense#blame my nighttime playlist -- yes it is all hard rock and nu metal what are you gonna do about it#'distant road' is from the mianmian yuandao poem translation of yuandao#the band has Fleetwood Mac interpersonal vibes but a way different sound#i'm probably never going to write this so anybody else is free to pick it up and run if you want to#there may also be a juniors band called everybody’s nephew that i’ve made the lineup for#no plot tho#blame that on issues. and maybe bring me the horizon#the go the fuck to sleep playlist also has dude-fronted music okay?! it’s not my fault#fitbomt#i can and will share the playlist upon request#i might even make a more specific fic one because i do actually need that in my life anyway
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whenever i’m writing poetry i always get more dramatic than like i know i should be realistically but it sounds nicer when i just let myself be overly dramatic but it’s not like fully real and it all just feels like smoke and mirrors
#shouting into the void#anyway anybody wanna see the super over dramatic poem i wrote at midnight last night?#it’s got greek mythology and me being obnoxiously in love#you’re welcome
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Dante and Vergil with their s/o giving them late Christmas presents
Pairing: Dante x Reader; Vergil x Reader
Summary: Interestingly enough, Christmas was a time of the year when demons decided to cause mayhem - giving the whole crew enough work for months to come. Because of that, you didn't have the chance to buy your dear devil a present... But that wouldn't stop you from showing you cared.
Age restriction: none, really. Dante's present you can interpret as NSFW only if you WANT to. It pleases all readers: you can read it as something very silly or kinda spicy - and BOTH go with our red devil. He is a seducing goof, really.
Author's notes: I'm not in a very jolly Christmas spirit this year and feeling quite meh about the Holidays, so maybe this can cheer up some people who are on the same vibe as me. Sometimes we're not on our best days and it's ok if we're not on the Holiday vibe - you're not broken. It's fine if you don't feel great.
ALSO IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: the poem on Vergil's part is a song lyrics I've written a long time ago and I went through my notes to find something I liked for this one. You're welcome to share if you like, but please credit me. It's my first time sharing this sort of work, so be nice about it ^^
Dante
Oh, Christmas. Jolly time, beautiful time, snowflake insanity time and carols playing everywhere a human – or demonic – hearing could reach.
One thing everyone seemed to forget, was the high incidence of demons causing pure mayhem. You understood Halloween – based on Samhein and all that – but Christmas…? Maybe demons liked to follow the Wheel of the Year as well and wreaked havoc during Yule?
Well, you settled with that explanation. Demons were all about magic, solstices, equinoxes, and such, so Christmas should be one of those magic heavy times too.
It was a bummer that the Devil May Cry always got busier that time of the year.
After the family and the crew got together, Dante started celebrating and waiting eagerly for it every time December 1st arrived on the calendar. Prior to that, though, you knew your red devil wasn’t much of a celebration type of guy – for a long time, he had no one to celebrate it with; therefore, he allowed the date to die inside his heart.
Hunting was his – and yours, to be honest – way to stop thinking about it. If you were busy, you wouldn’t notice that loneliness that seemed to approach during the jolly time.
You sighed, while walking back home in the streets of Redgrave. With hands inside your coat’s pockets, your sword was carefully kept inside a guitar case you caried on your back – something you learned with Dante to be less obvious of your status as a devil hunter to other people. You were just another tired musician, coming back home after a tiring day at work.
And what a day. You received so many calls, the crew had to cancel Christmas and each one go to a job and clear one demon infestation at a time. That meant no Christmas food, no cozy drinks, no jolly songs on repeat and no presents.
With your feet marking your way in the snow, the snowflakes spiraled as you let out another sigh. You wanted to give Dante a present – to show him you cared and all that, even after he told you he didn’t want anything. But that was the thing about him: Dante never wanted anything and always thought he didn’t deserve it.
If you could only grab him by the shoulders and shake that stupid belief out of his head. It was funny even how many times that type of thought crossed your head – but it was a staple of living with Dante.
You could hear people celebrating inside their houses. It was very late and probably in the middle of the night – you didn’t carry a watch or something to tell the time since a demon blasted your cellphone in two during a job and it took you more than a year to scrape some money to get a new one. Nevertheless, you learnt to tell the time by the skies and, giving how late it was, Dante probably was coming back from his as well.
He would be tired – or at least sore from all the fighting – and certainly in need of a shower, just like you at the moment.
Crossing the heavy wooden doors of the Devil May Cry, you left the guitar case and dirty boots by the jukebox, noticing how Dante’s were missing – that meant he still wasn’t home.
As you went up the stairs, you still thought about his gift. You could give him a pizza for the night and Dante would be happy. One would think it would be great to have someone easy to please around, but it did make your life more difficult: you had no idea what to give him when you wanted something to be really special.
Everything was special for Dante.
Reaching your room, you finally smiled while searching for some clean pajamas. That little thought made you realize something – and search for a beautiful ribbon you could wrap a present with.
*
“Ei, babe! Still in the shower?”
“Hey, Dante! Just got out!” You answered while drying yourself with the towel. You could hear a little laugh in his voice as he walked around the room on the other side of the door.
“Damn, seems like I lost my chance for a nice shower with ya tonight!” His voice was a little muffled, making some effort with something. If you knew him well, Dante was finally taking his boots off and would remain sitting on the bed for a while to let his feet rest.
“Oh, I was desperately needing a shower.” You sighed, making him giggle a little. “How was your job today?”
“Eh, same as always… Nothin’ special, just a bunch of buffoons thinkin’ they’re gonna conquer the human world.” The sigh in his voice made you lough this time. You found it lovely how you always could hear his smile in the way he spoke back at you. “What…?”
“Not a usual thing hearing you say ‘buffoon’. You’re really Vergil’s brother, huh?” You couldn’t stop giggling as your fingers fumbled with the beautiful stripe of red cloth that would be a beautiful bow when you’d be done with it.
“What can I say, babe?” You already knew Dante so well, his shrug was in his voice, as well as his smugness. The cocky smile was beautifully plastered in your mind – and you’d hope you’d never forget it. “You start livin’ with the prince of darkness there, you get a few of his mannerisms.”
“Hmmm.” You tried to hold back a laugh, but the wheezing was recognizable even to Dante in the room. “Now I’m imagining good ol’ Verge dressed as Ozzy singing Paranoid like a crazy metal dad.”
You could swear Dante’s laugh could be heard through the whole shop – and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing alongside him. Moments like those were better than any presents you could give him.
“Ha! Now that would be a sight to see!” He coughed back. “But ya know, don’t mention this to Verge, but he used to like Black Sabbath and uncle Ozzy when we were kids.”
“Nooooo…! You’re joking!” As soon as your voice achieved the heights of disbelief, Dante just laughed in response. “Verge is a Sabbath guy?!”
“I’ll say two things: Mr. Crowley and War Pigs.” Dante’s voice disappeared for a few seconds before coming back again. “If ya sing one of these by his side, Vergil knows the lyrics by heart.”
“Man, I gotta do that one of these days…!” You giggled to yourself, hearing Dante falling on the bed. Probably sitting, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. “What about you?”
“Oh, I love uncle Ozz and Sabbath! Who do ya think introduced metal at home?!” With a sigh, you knew he was stretching and finally starting to relax. “But yeah, I was more into AC/DC, and later bands like Mötley Crüe. Verge said it was all one hell of a noise and he couldn’t focus on readin’.”
“Huh. As if you can focus on Sabbath.”
“Touché. He knew some songs on drums too, he just liked complainin’…”
That was a good present for you. Having Dante remember things of his life and talk to you about mundane things, like music, was something that always warmed your heart – you loved everything about him, but spending time together and just getting to know each other more and more… That was something only his soul could gift you.
“Talkin’ ‘bout complainin’, is everything alright there, babe? Or did the toilet swallow you?”
“Oh, you know. Just a couple of sewer demons, I’ll be done with them in nooo time.” Your answer made both of you laugh – although, sewer demons were indeed an annoying breed of devils. “I’ll be out soon, red devil, chill out. I have a surprise for you.”
“What…? Surprise…?”
That suddenly kicked into his head: it was Christmas. Dante had completely forgotten about it. He was so used to not celebrating, that going about it like a normal day was just average to him. All the lights in the street, the snow, the songs, the smells of Christmas food… It was something he had learned to ignore.
“Oh, babe… You…”
But Dante’s mumbles were interrupted as soon as you emerged from the bathroom wrapped around the red ribbon; a perfect big bow resting on the top of your head as you opened your arms. You found him sitting on the bed, shirtless, stretching his legs after a tiring day of hunting – his dumbfounded sky-blue eyes staring at you in awe for the couple of seconds you took him by surprise.
“Merry Christmas, cowboy!” You giggled back, a wide smile on your lips. “I couldn’t buy you a present, so…” You signaled to yourself, opening your arms again right after.
“Damn. I love you, babe. Have I told you that already…?” Dante murmured with a beautiful big smile on his lips, taking your hand on his as you approached. “Merry Christmas, beautiful. Sorry I couldn’t get ya a present this year.”
“It’s ok. You’re already my present, big guy.”
Dante just kissed you in return as you sat on his lap. The only way for you to know how much your words meant to him, was by the rhythm of his heart, beating like fiery drums.
He wouldn’t mind receiving that Christmas gift every year.
Vergil
The last demon fell on the floor, slayed by your very own ghostly white Mirror Edge. Your hands were covered in blood, as well as the snow covering the ground in that Christmas night.
The moon was high in the sky, celebrations already starting to come to an end inside homes all over Redgrave. Vergil once told you there were times of the year, usually celebrated by witches and occultists in general, that held power – and Christmas time was one of them.
You had to take a different job than Vergil in order to keep demons at bay that night; returning home, then, was a lone path. Quietly walking in the streets, you kept your hands warm inside your pockets, watching as people went back home or just turned off the lights to go to sleep.
“I do recall Christmas at my family’s home…” Vergil said calmly, watching the snow falling outside while he kept his hands warm with the cup of fancy tea you brewed for the night. “It all seems like a distant memory. I…” He halted his words, furrowing his brows as Vergil carefully chose his words. He wasn’t one to speak without intention and, when it came to his feelings, he always struggled to find the right words. “…Spent too much time in Hell. Time itself is a concept forgotten on those lands.”
“Hmmm. Were you aware of the passage of years…?” You kept focusing on your painting; sitting in front of it, you let Vergil speak, paying attention to his words but being careful not to overwhelm him with attention. He raised his eyes to you, watching as your hands carefully painted the snow from the night outside – Vergil knew it required trust from you to allow him to watch you creating something.
“Sometimes…” He let out a deep, controlled sigh. There was a type of tug inside his chest every time he talked about those memories; as if something inside him was twisting and leaving him breathless. “Some minutes seemed like years… And some years seemed like seconds. I only realized how much time had passed when I saw Dante for the first time.”
“Huh. Makes sense…” You muttered, making him raise one eyebrow. You reached for something on your paint desk and Vergil gave you your teacup – he always feared you would accidentally take a sip of dirty paint water in your moment of being absorbed by your art. He had done that countless times while reading; it was something he wasn’t proud of. “I wouldn’t have wasted time trying to know what year it was if I was falling apart after crawling out of Hell. Makes sense you only noticed when V united with Urizen again.”
“Hmmm.” Vergil agreed with a subtle nod, brewing your words inside his mind. You seemed to be the only person he could openly talk with and not be judged – there was something of welcoming about it. “I… Forgot. How Christmas is like. I know the memories; I know the traditions. But I don’t know the feeling anymore… I see just a ritual that only has meaning if people believe in it. In Hell, no one believes in anything; the only thing keeping you alive is a small light of hope that one day you will make it out of there. The rest…” And Vergil did a vague gesture with his hand, preparing to take another sip of his tea. “Is frivolous.”
“Only survival matters.” As you added, he nodded alongside you.
“And keeping yourself. Not allowing your soul to die. If you lose that, not even your body can bring you back.”
That conversation with Vergil marked you. They were just a few words before he went back to reading and you focused again on your painting, singing a couple of songs ever time your heart felt like it. Surprisingly, it was something Vergil enjoyed while reading – as well as mindlessly massaging your feet and calves you usually rested on his lap while both of you were concentrated on something else.
Vergil was easing back on Christmas. It was a lot of work – he wasn’t specially loved by anyone but you and Dante in the crew, but everyone was warming up to the blue devil. Trish and Lady found it easier to welcome him given their history together, and Nero was working on his own feelings of having a father – and one who didn’t even know him, to top that. The first Christmas together was a miracle and the second Christmas, Vergil already showed he was a lot better at thinking of gifts than Dante – they usually didn’t remember people actually expected to receive something, but Vergil always knew each one’s preferences.
He never expected anything back, though. It had something to do with him atoning for his sins, but there was something else as well. If you didn’t get in the festive spirit, Vergil wouldn’t get into it as well. Time and important dates were a real struggle to the blue devil – as he said before, there wasn’t such a thing in Hell.
Vergil was completely tone deaf when it came to noticing the passage of time: it was common between you two a few reality checks. Vergil usually approached and you helped him make sure what he was living was real – not one of his many hallucinations when incarcerated – and when were you. “When” as in how many weeks had passed since an important event, how many months, how many hours. That way, you helped him with his time dissonance.
He probably didn’t even remember it was Christmas… It was your job to remind him, then.
*
As Vergil entered your room, he could hear the shower as your voice entangled around the notes of water in a song he didn’t recognize – not that he needed to, for Vergil loved hearing you sing.
Leaving his coat on the back of the chair, he sat on the bed to take off his boots. It was a relief, really. The moment the day ended, and he came back home – it had been a very long time Vergil didn’t really have a routine of winding down, changing to comfortable clothes and sleeping in a warm, comfortable bed. He always took some time to close his eyes and feel the ground under his feet, focusing on how grounding that was.
His heart seemed to go back to its own place – a forgotten place in his chest, filled with a warm sense of safety. He could only define it as the feeling of love and protection he longed during all his years of seemingly endless suffering.
There were days in Hell that indeed felt like an eternity. Sometimes, Vergil questioned if everything he was living with you was real – working in the Devil May Cry, talking to his brother again, getting to know his son. It was a dream, and dreams were prone to ending.
Shaking his head, Vergil took a deep breath before taking his boots and opening the closet to keep them safe and sound in their proper place. The next piece was his vest, carefully kept in a drawer.
Vergil calmly went back to the desk, in order to get his coat and hang it inside the closet – hearing while you turned off the shower and started to dry yourself, still humming your song of choice. It was one you had shown him before, that he could identify.
As soon as his fingers touched his coat, Vergil furrowed his eyebrows – his eyes meeting an envelope with his name atop of his read of that month. That was your handwriting; that he was certain.
Taking the envelope between his fingers, Vergil turned it around, finding the words “Merry Christmas”.
Oh.
Oh.
He had forgotten about Christmas.
Vergil stared at a lost spot on the wall for a while, internally complaining about his lack of awareness of important dates in a human world. Shaking his head once again, he finally opened the envelope, finding a simple piece of paper with your handwriting – a poem, by the way you framed it on the sheet of paper.
“When I believed life was concrete and coal
You made my heart rain gold
Dripping like honey over your chest and arms
I want to glimmer with you amid the stars
Your breath caught on my lips, kept in my soul
Your sparkle entangled in my hands, I will never let go
In the silence of the Universe, witnessed only by Venus and Mars
I give you, my love, my soul and my heart.”
Vergil didn’t know that poem.
He read those words again and again, breaking the meaning and feeling behind them. His silvery eyes had never seen them before, but there was something of different… Something that seemed to wrap around his heart and make his eyes threaten to feel more than he usually allowed them to feel.
Until he found the little note on the bottom of the paper.
I know it isn’t perfect, love, but I wrote this poem for you. It’s the sincerest thing I can give you this Christmas. I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it.
“Oh, you found it.” Vergil was lifted out of his storm of thoughts by your voice, recently emerged from the bathroom. He turned around, having a stern look on his face and his hands holding the single piece of paper for dear life. “Merry Christmas, my dear. I hope you like your present. I didn’t have time to buy anything, and I wanted to give you something meaningful.”
Without any words, Vergil approached you with the same resolution he did when he had an enemy in sight. You just looked at him, trying to understand his reactions – Vergil was always a box of surprises. He never reacted like everyone else did, but it was to be expected after all he had been through.
You were caught completely by surprise when he wrapped his arms around you, tightly holding you against his body – his face hidden in the curve of your neck. His heart was aligned with yours; and that made you smile.
It was the first time Vergil was the subject of a heartfelt poem – not just a heartless reader searching for some tenderness.
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I blame Duff McKagan’s Tenderness for that last line and overall feeling of this ending part
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This Tenderness. I love this man, I love this song, and it was Vergil written all over. It's also really comforting on trying times, give it a listen ;)
#devil may cry#dmc#devil may cry fanfiction#dmc fanfic#devil may cry imagine#dmc imagine#vergil sparda#dante sparda#vergil x reader#dante x reader#vergil x you#dante x you#dmc fanfiction#I hoped you liked the song lyric turned poem#I have so many lost song lyrics#maybe it's time for them to see the light of day#also again it's ok not to be in the jolly spirit#you don't owe hapinness to anybody#as he says in the song we just need a little tenderness#and know whatever it is that is making us down it'll pass#it all started 'cause I imagined Dante would love if his s/o gave themselves as a Christmas present to him#a rather stupid idea but yeah it's Dante#Youtube
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I've always wanted a CATS animated movie that depicts the characters as actual cats (rather than people in cat costumes), with either Don-Bluth-style traditional animation or more modern "hyper-realism" CGI. But I wonder if that would take the "theatre" appeal out of it for other people. What do you think?
I'll be honest, I've never really been in love with the idea of making CATS the musical an animated movie. I think the designs that exist from the proof of concept are cool, but there's also definitely reasons they struggled to take it past that stage. This is not to say that Eliot's poems could never be adapted into a children's animated movie, but I think making it specifically an adaptation of the stage show is what makes it iffy. I'll try to break it down more under the cut:
Problem A: at the end of the day, CATS is a dance show. A lot of the show is just dancing, and very involved dancing at that. What are you supposed to do with the 9 minute dance break from the Ball? It's too iconic to cut, and the non-anthropomorphic cats ironically don't have the articulation to pull off a lot of the dance moves. (I'm thinking of movies like The Aristocats for comparison, which really doesn't have the characters do much that actual cats physically couldn't. I guess if it were more like An American Tail it wouldn't be so jarring, but I'll get to that later.)
Problem B: CATS has too little plot for a traditionally structured movie. The 2019 version also ran into this problem, which of course it solved in the worst way conceivable, but it's still a problem. Movie and theatre audiences simply have different expectations, suspension of disbelief, etc. that CATS is too theatrical to cross over into. I think it would be really interesting to make a Fantasia-like movie with each of the poems/songs being a totally different short in an anthology, but I don't think that's what most people are imagining when they say they want an animated CATS movie.
Problem C: what do you do about humans? The cats of CATS live in a world clearly populated by humans, but they're never shown directly. Adding humans, to me at least, clearly poses a "power creep" problem: any adult human can easily overpower any cat, and also leans the movie towards a more plot-driven story (as I feel like a lot of animal movies with humans tend to have a human antagonist). On the other hand, you could just make the entire world be populated by cats, which would (mostly) solve the dancing problem. However, I feel like doing that misses the point of the original poems: to illustrate the different types of pet/stray cats. It's not as funny to imagine Skimbleshanks being in charge of a group of feline train workers (which could be a completely normal thing within talking-animal movies) than it is to imagine an entire train full of humans and the orange tabby cat who thinks he's in charge of all of them. The same goes for Bustopher Jones, Gus, Mungojerrie & Rumpleteazer, etc., etc.
#thank you for the ask!#asks from the void#cate talks cats#cats musical#cats the musical#not saying it's wrong to want one btw anon#this is just my (overly thought-out) reasoning for why i'm not a fan personally#i would really love an animated version of old possum's where it's just the poems narrated over a silent/wordless cartoon though#i think it would be a super cute anthology movie! i just don't think it works as a movie musical unfortunately#the thing about cats is it's about cats because it's sung by cats.#< if that makes any sense at all lmao#all cats think they're the most important thing ever to happen to anybody. which is silly because they're just little guys to us
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I hear whispers in my ears.
So I pull you above the gray fog.
Listen to you ramble about your life,
Under another identity.
And when the Blood Moon has passed,
Now that you won’t lose control,
I send you back to your room,
And you sit there with your own thoughts.
Meanwhile I’m behind the door,
I also open my eyes,
Then look up at the ceiling,
Knowing all that happened to you.
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Fors x Gehrman.
Then you have a fanart with Fors sitting on the floor while thinking and Gehrman leaning on the door outside the room.
It would be cool, right?
#fors x gehrman#lord of the mysteries#lotm#lotm spoilers#fors wall#gehrman sparrow#he can also look up at the sky instead of the ceiling#poem#sort of#it can also be in 3rd person#does anybody want to do the fanart?
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Something I think would destroy Michael when he finally got out of William's house:
At every turn, the adults who were supposed to care for him failed him. Now that he's an adult, nobody is expected to help him at all.
#something something the inherently inhospitable nature of a society lacking in community support#also the weird idea that once people are grown to a certain point they don't need like. nurturing#humans are social creatures who need nurturing even in elderhood#and he just. he doesn't have anybody to turn to for guidance rlly#henry would say he's there but in practice. there's a lot he cannot adequately do. esp after denying helping mike for so long#also full disclosure i am having A Time at 4 am and 100% projecting#my healthiest coping mechanism is. tormenting writing michael ig#getting gerascophobia vibes from mike tbh. he was scared of adults as a kid and now that he is one he's alone#which makes it darkly comical that he ends up having to live inside a body that rotted instead#he never got the chance to grow old. but what is decay if not the degenerative part of aging taken to an extreme#i feel like someone could write a poem about that but i need to fucking sleep#i have to be up in. 2 hours. help#fnaf#michael afton#mike's stuff
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