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other set now! *going* for it: two, six, fourteen but you don't have to answer, twenty-one, twenty-four, twenty-nine but only if you have a specific answer, forty-one, forty-two, fifty, fifty-five, sixty-one, seventy-five, seventy-six again if you want, eighty-eight, ninety, ninety-seven, ninety-nine, one hundred

aren't you glad they got rid of the ask character limit (apparently??) so i can ask you one million questions?

late night train asks (i love you and you writing out all those numbers you absolute precious gemstone) going to leave a cut so not to clog yalls dashes

two. what kind of emotions do the stars evoke for you, if any? the ocean, the sky, the moon?

stars: a feeling of utter insignificance and just awe because space is literally infinite? like our petty human brains can't even wrap around what that even fucking means, you know? we are just all specks of stardust and its a fucking miracle to even exist the ocean: helplessness but freedom. there's no controlling the ocean or bending it to your will. when you're in it, you're totally at its mercy, and truly just floating in the waves or surfing or boogie boarding or sailing on the ocean make me feel just totally authentically me. like nothing else matters but existing, ya know? the sky: awe. like how wild the biosphere where all of life exists on this planet is like a tiny sliver of atmosphere??? somehow conditions are just right that we can thrive? idk its kinda romantic. the moon: kinda indifferent ngl. like its cool that it waxes and wanes and is big when it's rising and sometimes you can see it during the day, but plenty of our planets have moons so i dont think ours is all that special

six. if you have siblings, are you similar to them, and in what ways?

i have one brother who is a year and a half older than me. i'd say we're not that similar aside from we look like twins and people tell me that all the time. we also have very similar taste in music, but that's because when i was younger i did everything my brother did, including stealing and ripping all his music :) otherwise i'd say we're not really that similar?

fourteen. what are you worried about right now, if anything?

i actually worry about very little. i used to worry a lot as a kid and i guess i just got it all out of the way back then. it infuriates most people at how little things bother me ha

twenty-one. what's the luckiest you've ever been?

after the patriots won that super bowl vs seattle on the goal line interception, my dad in i were in arizona (we tried to go to the game but alas tickets were stupid expensive) so we went to a casino and i won like a grand on a slot machine

twenty-four. does your name suit you? do you think you 'look' like your name?

i think it does, yeah. i like that it's not very popular so usually i'm the only jenna around

twenty-nine. how do you want your body to be treated after your death?

donate my organs if that's a possibility. then cremate me, then spread half of my ashes into the pacific here in socal and the other half into the atlantic in rhode island where i grew up

forty-one. do you find it easy to ask for help?

lol no not at all i'm an 'i can totally do this myself' kinda person with mixed results

forty-two. does affection come easily to you?

physical affection, less so. emotional affection you can't shut me the fuck up

fifty. what qualities do you find charming?

when people are just their genuine selves! and you can tell they're not putting on a show or a disguise or trying to be what others want them to be or trying to meet some fucking made up societal expectation. when people are open about what they love and what brings them joy and are unashamed to be who they are

fifty-five. what reminds you of your childhood?

del's lemonade. pawtucket red sox games (rip paw sox). eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on narragansett beach. sailing. clear chowder and clamcakes. steamed lobster. tailgating at the tractor trailer park in foxboro for patriots games. trick or treating. building forts in the woods around the neighborhood.

sixty-one. are you a romantic person? why?

yes. stories made me this way. also because the universe is chaos and random and its easy to be overwhelmed with the vastness of existence, or on the other hand, stuck in the pettiness of everyday life and living in modern society and there's so many awful things happening like literally the ONLY point to me of all of it is love. human connection. love and respect for nature and life. its a very romantic perspective imo

seventy-five. what is your favorite fairy tale?

does the stinky cheese man count?

seventy-six. what do you label yourself as, if anything? what subcultures do you identify with, if any?

lesbian. new englander. californian. austinite. hope that clears it up lol

eighty-eight. what's an unusual but useful trait or talent you have?

not the most unusual, but i'm a great cook. i love it all: looking through cookbooks, prep work, cooking, baking bread, making dessert. people always ask me what my favorite things to cook are and my answer is i can never choose a favorite because i hardly make anything multiple times unless someone asks specifically. its really become clear to me how unusual that is when i watch a show like top chef this season and all these chefs are like, oh i've never cooked [insert a regional cuisine here] and i'm like oh yeah ive done that. and that. and that. and that too.

ninety. what surname would you choose for yourself?

something much easier to spell and pronounce

ninety-seven. what is a trivial hill that you are willing to die on?

i am spacing on literally all the stupid hills id absolutely die on so i asked taryn and jen and their answers (for me) were: blinkers (use your fucking blinkers people this is not a joke i will be annoying about it if im in the car with you), always squeeze the lime (it's not there for decoration, people! it's there for ACIDITY and is an important COMPONENT of a dish or drink or whatever), and never skipping intros to tv shows (it's an important piece of the art i do not care if you've seen a hundred times i will NEVER skip it. unless its yellowjackets bc that one gives me a literal headache)

ninety-nine. do you enjoy 'slice of life' media?

tbh i had to look up what that means, but yes, if done well, absolutely

one hundred: what do you want an answer to?

why is money the most important thing in the world? when there's mountains and rainforests and oceans and deserts and plants and animals and books and friendship and dogs and

#this was so fun i am such a fucking weirdo #for any of you who read through all this ily #sarah crewe #late night train asks

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thedyingmoon · 5 years

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~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein Nero supposedly beats Urizen that 16th of May. 🖤

~ This chapter is dedicated to the 49 people who liked the first chapter, especially @acieoj and @heaven-on-a-landslide . Thank you so much! 🖤

~ Cover made by yours, truly. 🖤

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"Break this heavy chain

That does freeze my bones around!

Selfish, vain,

Eternal bane,

That free love of bondage bound."

The female tourist guide, who had been anxiously glancing at V from a distance, finally mustered up enough courage to approach him with a nervous smile. She cleared her throat, hoping to get immediately noticed without ever having to call his attention in a not - so civilized way.

Fortunately for her, her heavy and noisy footsteps against the rocky pathway proved to be very efficient for gaining attention.

V looked up from the wonderful world of William Blake's book of poetic sketches and smiled at her, adding to the poor woman's already escalating discomfort.

"Ahh, I,..." the lady stuttered, not sure how to address the dire situation to V.

He graciously decided to end her conversational torture. "You do look like something has been bothering you. How can I be of service?" he said, his low, raspy voice not helping with the lady's nerves.

"Yes, well." she began, then inhaled sharply through her nose. She then pointed at the bird on V's left shoulder, and the huge cat lying on his feet. "The other guests are getting anxious of your,... ahh,... pets."

Immediately picking up on the woman's concern, V nodded and actually laughed. The first time in about three weeks since that day. "I see. Don't worry." He stood up from the comfort of the wooden bench near the ruins of the temple, making his "pets" move away from him. He strode towards the woman, lips curled up in a devilish yet adorable smirk. "These are my loyal,... companions. They would bring no harm to any of the innocent people here. That,..." the tone of his voice suddenly became lower as he twirled his metal cane playfully. "I can assure you."

The lady let out a helpless laugh, then nodded. "Okay. Whatever you say." She hastily moved away from him to give herself a safe distance from V's famliars and clumsily pointed at the breathtaking horizon. "Well, now, enjoy your stay here at Delphi!"

As Griffon watched the retreating form of the tourist guide with laughter in its devilishly yellow eyes, V's green ones scanned the beautiful place. Delphi really was a marvel, an ancient beauty that must've took even the most vile of the Demons' breath away.

He closed his book, put it away for a while, and proceeded to explore the place, particularly the ruins of Apollo's temple, where the tourist bus dropped him.

"So, V,..." Griffon said, catching up to his master. "Are we going to look for that thing there?"

"Not this time." V answered. "For now, I need to take a rest and reflect upon our journey, so far."

It's true. V, and the rest of his familiars, have been on a vagabond tour around the world, visiting places like Delphi. First, he visited Egypt's infamous pyramids, then he proceeded to China's mysterious terracotta tombs. He also went to the Himalayas ( he didn't stay there for long, considering the weather ), then Norway. He had been to such places in just three weeks that he had to keep a separate journal where he logs in about the details of his journey.

It's not like he just wanted to or anything.

The truth was - he failed in his initial mission to merge with Urizen that fifteenth of May. Who knew that boy Nero had enough power within him to beat his demonic half? So, thanks to the boy, he could no longer regain his full self.

But, it wasn't entirely the boy's fault. As a matter of fact, it all rooted from one foolish decision that changed his life forever.

It was all because of his desire to gain more power in order to defeat his twin brother.

And now, he had no choice but to search for a different kind of power - any kind - this time, to save himself.

To prevent his human flesh from crumbling.

Thus, started his vagabond ways alongside Griffon, Shadow, Nightmare, and -

"The Yamato really does wonders, huh?" Griffon said, then chuckled, ruffling his own feathers in delight with tiny shakes. "Who knew it would go directly to you and not to that kid Nero?"

"For one thing, I' am the rightful owner of the Yamato, not the boy Nero." V answered as he skipped some rocks along the pathway that led to the ruins of the temple. "I think it was fitting that it answered to me. But, as grateful as I' am that it was returned to me," he said, stopping at what looked like the remains of an altar. "I must not abuse my fragile body by using it over and over to transport us. You see," he began tracing the remains with the tip of his cane. "It consumes way too much of my,... demonic power. I must be wary of that fact."

"Aha, so that's why we had to hitch that stinkin' bus ride with that awful bitch! Didn't know how to keep her mouth shut!" Of course, Griffon was refering to the tourist guide who called him a pet earlier.

"Now, be nice to our little human." V reprimanded the demonic bird. "We will 'hitch' on the same vehicle on the way back."

"Ugh! Not again,..."

As Griffon threw tantrums for every tourist in the remains of Apollo's temple to see, V's eyes wandered at the altar and thought of that beloved story his mother read to him a very long time ago. He closed his eyes and searched through his tired mind for the right words, finally arriving at some that gave his heart a little ache of nostalgia.

"As she comes to the city, hollow hands empty,

Eyes open to what lies in wait for her,"

As V recited the very few lines he could remember of that beloved poem from his childhood, Shadow started purring, rubbing his legs with her huge form like she was a normal house cat. V smiled, knowing that he had, at least, one interested audience. Then, he went on.

"She does not weep nor wail,

In her eyes, home has always been burning."

All of a sudden, Shadow stopped purring. In fact, she stopped moving. She has become rigid, looking like a statue in front of V. He and Griffon noticed this and took note of her glowing red eyes that slowly turned bright blue.

V's eyes widened in surprise.

"Curious." He muttered under his breath.

Griffon flew towards him and whispered, "She's acting hella weird. What do we do to her?"

V smiled and took a sideways glance at Griffon.

"Then, we'll have the perfect opportunity to put your new skill on display for the audience."

"What?! Right here?!"

"Right here." V answered, not once losing his resolve. "Right now."

"And what's in it for me, huh, Shakespeare?"

"I will,... forever be,... in your debt." V said, holding up his right arm and using his cane to point towards the bright, sunny, sky.

"Okay! As if I could refuse."

"I' am truly grateful."

"Yeah, yeah." Griffon huffed, then flew towards the sky, high above the ruins of Apollo's temple.

As V watched the demonic bird flew around the air, he could not help but regret his decision. He yearned to see this place. It was, after all, the place from that precious story, as told to him by his beloved mother. Of course, he wanted to stay, to bask in the warm, sunny weather, to learn the ways of the locals, to be able to speak their native tongue, to know the rich history of the land, to dive into the hidden knowledge and wisdom Apollo has to offer,...

But, as the situation called, they, he, must act immediately.

And as V glanced back at his dark, petrified familiar, he noticed that the atmosphere was slowly turning heavy. Griffon was beginning to work his new magic.

"Alright, you weird folks!" The bird said as he flapped his wings, summoning all the power he had. "Party's over! Go home!"

Griffon spread his wings, letting power in the form of electricity run through them, and folded them once more. As he let out a guttural sound, he spread his beautiful blue wings once more, releasing a different kind of power that made his eyes white. But, this time, the electricity didn't land on the ground like what always happens when they're fighting against other Demons. The almost unnoticeable currents reached the clouds and crawled throughout the sky, instantly enveloping the immediate vicinity with darkness.

As the people looked up, they realized that it was going to rain. But, another flap of Griffon's wings summoned numerous lightning bolts from the sky that crashed to the ground, narrowly missing everyone by mere inches.

After a minute of his stormy display, Griffon flew down back beside V, knowing that his mission was a success, which was an understatement, considering the fact that none of the tourists were hurt.

"Okay, Shakespeare, coast is clear." He said to the man, feeling proud of his new skill.

"Thank you." V smiled at the bird, then turned back to Shadow, who was literally melting. "And now, for the task at hand,..."

V closed his eyes, then held out his left hand in front of Shadow. The action instantly triggered a reaction from the rigid Demon, making its form disintegrate and fall to the ground like shattered glass. With a different gesture of his hand, V made the shattered glass rise up once more from the ground, letting it take shape, forming jet black vines that grew and grew until they were as tall as the pillars of the temple. One last hand movement from V made the vines grew equally dark roses of all sizes.

As Shadow morphed into multiple vines, V took a step back, waiting and waiting, until the largest rose sprout out from one of the vines. He and Griffon watched in awe as the black rose opened, revealing something inside. He took a step forward and pulled it out of the flower. It was the Yamato, and it was glowing in a very unusual way.

"What is wrong with that thing?" Griffon asked as he looked at the Yamato and its radiance. "Did that thing go like that before?"

"If memory serves me right," V began, unsheathing the sword and letting the blinding blue light from the blade splash around his surroundings. "It did so, just one time when,..."

All of a sudden, the light became even more blinding as the sword became warmer and warmer in V's hands.

"Whoah! No wonder that cat's acting weird!" Griffon shrieked, hiding behind V. "You made her eat a laser sword!"

"Hush." V said, seemingly unaffected by the light of the Yamato. "It beckons me. It seems that it wanted me,... someplace else."

"Will you go, V? You still haven't recovered from your last journey!"

"I know." V answered as he positioned the sword high above the air. "But, I also know not to ignore the Yamato's call."

And with two clean swipes, V managed to create a portal that led to some place that seemed to softly glow, like a warm sunset. Or sunrise.

"Let's go." V said, calling both Griffon and Shadow back to him and entering the portal.

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#devil may cry 5 #v #amwriting #work in progress #griffon #shadow #i see my future before me #yamato #apollo #v x reader #v x you #chapter 2

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