Ultimate MvsC3 DLC SpardaUltimate MvsC3 DLCUltimate MvsC3 DLC Sparda3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Dark Knight Sparda
Real Name: Sparda.
Age: Aprox. 3,000.
Occupation: Devil Hunter.
Abilities: Devil Trigger, hand to hand combat, expertise on firearms.
Weapons: Several Devil Arms from the DMC games: Alastor, Lucifer, Gilgamesh, Pandora and two revolvers named Hikari & Yami.
Once a devil under Mundus' command, Sparda awoke to justice, sealing away his demon brethren and defeating the Prince of Darkness. Wandering the Earth for centuries, he finally settled with a human woman named Eva who gave birth to twin sons, Dante and Vergil. Time after this, Sparda vanished, but the merger of worlds has brought the Legendary Dark Knight back
First Appearance: Devil May Cry 1
Power Grid (1 being the weakness, 7 being the strongest.)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Voice Actor: (Jap) Ken Narita (Eng) Crispin Freeman
Theme Song: Waking the Demon (Original version) Alt: Taste the Blood DMC3 (Remix)
Dissidia BloopersWhat went on behind the scenes of making Dissidia!Dissidia Bloopers5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Order's Sanctuary, after Warrior of Light's story)
Shantotto: UNO! (points at Gabranth)
Gabranth: NOOOOOOOO! (picks up the center pile of cards and throws them in the air in exasperation) I was going to call it! Why did you call it? How did you say it so FAST?
Cosmos: She got it fair and square. (Lays down her second to last card) UNO!
Cosmos: Oh, shoot! Cameras are on us! Quick, let's start talking about something vague and cosmic and try to look mysterious!
(Onion Knight and Terra's first meeting with Kefka)
Kefka: You don't remember? You-
Onion Knight: EEEAAAARGH! (charges)
Terra: Onion! You're not supposed to charge yet! You're supposed to let him finish the monologue!
Onion Knight: But he was annoying me
(Ultimecia's Castle, Squall's Story)
Squall: I'm not alone.
Zidane: (charges in to knock Garland off the ramp, but knocks Squall off instead)
Squall: That's it. I officially have no friends now, Zidane.
Why I Write.I write for the silent oneWhy I Write.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one afraid to utter words
I write for black shrouds and sorrow
And funeral clothing
I write for the lost time
That slipped from a bottle
I write when I feel doubt
Washing down my throat in a torrent
I write for first love
For the red string tying hearts together
I write for fear of crashing planes
And of being lonely and forgotten
I write for teardrops staining pillowcases
At the stroke of a broken heart
I write for the past, present, and future
For horrid reality and rotten fiction
I write for suppressed fury
And for a resilient will to move forward
I write for paper cuts and razor blades
And subcutaneous scarring
I write for the inner demons that humans harbor
And for the occasional angel in the gutter
I write for that one rude comment
That nearly made me come undone
I write so that you’ll understand
My side of this meandering story
I write for you and my lover
And for the occasional stranger
I write for myself.
I hope you’ll understand now.
Sparda Family DestructionFrom Spardas Diaries.Sparda Family Destruction7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was one of the weekdays. I was going home from work, walking along the dark, empty pavement. Sometimes I quickened my steps as I wanted to get home soon. I wanted to see Eva, see her angelic, pretty face; look into her large green eyes, deep and velvet; touch her hot, tender lips and embrace her gentle, gracious body. I wanted to see my little hooligans, Vergil and Dante; wanted to hug them tight and mess their silver, scruffy hair; wanted to hear their silly, tiny yells as I entered the house. Just wanted to see my family. They are everything to me, my whole world, my whole life.
But some vague, uncomfortable feeling was coming over me, a feeling of something bad, a feeling of impending doom. The streets were getting darker as darkness was closing in. I just heard rhythmical noise caused by my quick footsteps. But this slight noise abated as I stopped when I recognized the shadow of a figure, following me. I turned around but it disappeared in deep darkn
A Thief's SongThe time is rightA Thief's Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to pull this scheme
And steal tonight
Something of value
Something of worth
Something of silver
Something of gold
The nobles are clueless
Their loot is out in the open
they are so foolish
leaving their treasure for me
You'll curse my name
search for me high and low
I'll never be tamed
for I'll steal when you're not there
The Rules of FlyingThe Rules of Flying:The Rules of Flying2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No#1: Don’t Fly Too High:
If you allow yourself to achieve a great height, there will only be enough air left for you to fall. Stay at a constant pace, don’t allow your head to float above the clouds.
Another juxtaposing comment upon rule 1 of flying, do not fly too close to the ground, to let creatures pull you down.
No#2: Avoid Trees:
While flying to your destination, many obstacles may get in your way, clipping a few branches may be fine for you depending on your strength. But always avoid the trunks of these obstacles, they will end your flight abruptly and you may not reach your destination in one piece.
This also applies to aeroplanes and other birds.
No#3: Don’t Flap Your Wings Too Much:
Although flapping your wings is necessary to achieve the height you require to succeed and complete your flight. Flapping unnecessarily only leaves you too tired to complete your journey.
Remember to flap your wings only when needed. Do not let another bird
Dantenetta:Well Matched Rivals"I'm telling you, give me my damn pizza!"Dantenetta:Well Matched Rivals5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"And I'm telling you that you're not getting even a single slice until you pay up your tab!"
Dante slammed his palm on the counter, his temper boiling over the pizza man's refusal to give him the pizza that he needed. Today had started out just like any other day for Dante; he woke up, killed a few demons, texted crude messages to Lady under Nero's name and to top it all off he went to get a pizza from his favorite pizzeria, Andy's.
Andy wasn't in the mood for Dante's shit today so he decided to be a good worker by charging Dante for all of his unpaid for pizzas. Everyone's favorite devil hunter though had no money to pay up as usual. So now Dante was going to try and argue for his pizzas, hoping he could outsmart Andy. Good luck Dante, you'll need it.
"Come on, I've been coming here for years now and now you decide to charge me!?" Dante yelled at his once favorite pizza shop owner
"Yes and over those years you've racked up a total debt of
Dream MachineI wish there was a machine,Dream Machine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could turn any dream I wanted,
Because the world should preach fairness,
And rebellious attitudes.
So that children could learn justice,
I wish there was a machine,
That could make my dreams come true.
Because she deserves that job,
And he should go to school.
So that our eyes would be color blind,
And our ears,
Deaf to lies.
I think that when I sleep tonight,
And if I really, really tried,
I could dream a dream where the Dream Machine,
And in that little dream,
Its powers would be so strong,
That in the morning,
When I wake up,
The rain won't ever fall.
Teguh Oesman.Mount Grayson University is a very prominent University well-known for their Political Science Program. Many politicians and activists have graduated from this university and went on to have very successful careers. You can see this when you enter the Counseling Center; pictures of senators and lobbyists adorned the walls like a family would decorate their living room. Occasionally you would see a space where a frame once resided, to avoid public media due to a recent tabloid scandal or when the wealthy official refused to donate any money. The spots would never be filled but instead just exposed the discolored concrete walls that held cheap, white paint.Teguh Oesman.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A requirement of graduating with a Political Science degree means that a student must complete forty hours of working with a campaign, and after the sanctioning of ALACORP by the government, it left a lot of activist organizations to work with: most for the equality between the apes and humans. I had my own volunteer responsibil
eagerly awaiting winterJust wait for the grey skies, andeagerly awaiting winter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the frozen grass at dawn.
For the burning lungs when
Morning air is inhaled.
Exhale, and suddenly
You’re an ice dragon, wisps
Of your breath against
The windows of the car.
Just wait for the scarves, and
The feel of knit mittens
Against your own bare skin.
And red lips, red noses,
Numbness in your fingertips,
And a hearth in your heart.
Just wait for the hot drinks,
Flavored coffees and tea,
Warming your cold hands and
Soothing your appetite.
Content nights by the fire,
Watching the ambers glow.
Mostly wishing that it
Would never end.
Photo Booth - BayoDante"Heh." Something caught the corner of his eye that he halted to a complete stop. "Well, what do you know? Interesting."Photo Booth - BayoDante5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What is it?" Bayonetta turned around, curious on what caught his interest. She was twirling a halo around her finger.
"Photo booth," he declared proudly, placing a hand on the self-operated device. "Ever seen any from where you came from?" The questionable look on her face suggested confusion and unfamiliarity.
Bayonetta rolled her eyes. "Of course I have, Vigrid has them," she crossed her impatiently. "Do we have time for this?"
"What's the matter? You control time and space," he stated and before she could object about her powers not having the capabilities to do that. "We got time to kill."
"Alright," she gave in, flicking a hair ribbon over her shoulder. "You got five minutes. Take your picture and we'll have to get going." Her back was turned on him, shaking her head.
"Oh no, babe," he chuckled, expecting that she would say that. "I didn't plan on taking picture
ObsessionYou are my obsession.Obsession2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
Devil May Cry - Vergil's love"Hey Vergil have you seen Lady today?" asked Dante as he was coming out of the bathroom, his tower wrapped around his waist.Devil May Cry - Vergil's love6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hum, yeah She went shopping with Trish, remember?" answered his twin brother while he was reading his book.
Dante sighed and went to his room to get dressed. When he got out, he walked over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He scanned the fridge for a moment and found the box of pizza he had left there yesterday. He opened it and found only one half-eaten piece.
"Oh well, might as well eat it." He said, taking it and leaving the empty box in the refrigerator.
Vergil and Dante had the week of because it was Christmas. Not that they really liked Christmas, but they figured that everyone else was going to be on vacation, so why not take a week of as well?
Dante sat down in the living room next to Vergil, who was reading a book that he had just got from the library. He stopped reading for a moment and looked over at Dante, who was eating his half-eat
He can't be goneLying down peacefully in this bedHe can't be gone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a sleeping butterfly
His perfume still embalms the room.
His relatives' tears are resounding
I was told there is nothing much to do
I was told he didn't suffer at all.
He can't be gone.
Yet, I can see him smiling
His loveliness as unrealistic as usual.
Naive people tried to comfort me
How could they understand
Our relationship was outstanding.
Why can't I do anything
Except silently crying.
Yet, I'm sure he is staring at me.
Why is my mind so gelid.
When I'm reflecting everything we shared
More memories than if we've lived a thousand years
I will never, ever find someone like him
Able to understand my very soul.
Tears won't definitely stop running on my cheeks.
God, take my life instead
This world has no use of my soul.
Even eternity would have been too short for us.
I feel worthless, pathetic...
...And especially empty.
I don't care for this world anymore.
Don't leave me
I beg you
I need you
You gave my life a meaning
I would have rather died a m
DMC VxD Choose your battlesWarning! This story contains mild Yaoi (Boylove) and Incest.DMC VxD Choose your battles5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Don´t blame me, you got warned.
Over the years she had known Dante,
Lady had developed a certain reluctance to open the heavy wooden doors to the Devil May Cry.
Partly to blame for this was the fact that she never got much money out of the red- clad devil hunter,
as well as the different states she had not only found the shop in, but also their owner:
From passed out on the floor (either totally drunk or lying in a puddle of his own blood),
engaged in certain activities with Trish, Lucia or both, fighting off a herd of demons in his pajamas,
leaning against his desk shirtless and impaled by his own swords (or various other utensils),
to jerking off on the couch to porn.
Lady didn´t even think about changing her habit of storming in unannounced,
but rather blamed the half-blood for her building complex.
She really doubted he could surprise her anymore.
But what she saw upon throwing open the door t
Alone In The Darksitting in my chairAlone In The Dark2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with the streets all a glow
looking at life
happening down below
they are all dancing
each with their own moves
the street lamps flicker
with a disco like grove
they are living their lives
without glancing my way
so much movement down there
that my eyes go astray
I close them for a moment
till my vision's regained
as the whole seen just vanishes
like an unwritten refrain
my brain plays it's tricks
deep in my mind
to my eyes it depicts
those moments long ago
next to a similar chair
next to my lost love
that scene would I share
no longer here
are the lively night glow
no longer here
is the smile I know
just a window at night
with a scene of a park
next to an empty chair
alone, in the dark.
Burdened With WritingSometimes I feel the colossal weight upon my shoulders whenever people regard me with such deep reverence in their eager shines. Writing – an amazing gift to weave tales of imagination with just a flick of a pen across fresh papers of a new notebook. Little do people know that writing can be a double edged sword at the best of times, especially when you’re thrown into a chaotic den where you’re surrounded by people wanting you to write something for them.Burdened With Writing2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A wise old man once gave me some useful advice, truthful words that still remain in my mind even until this day. He told me this: “Do not get yourself caught in a trap where you write for someone’s entertainment. The art of writing itself should be used as a simple instrument; you should write for your own enjoyment and pleasure.”
I was only a young girl when that happened, around eight years old. And yet if he were to see me right now, I could only imagine him being so disappointed with how I turne
How it all StartedA long time ago, before the sun shined or the moon rose, before the stars twinkled and the birds called, there was a storm.How it all Started2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This storm was the biggest ever seen, huge black clouds gathered in the sky burning with hot thunder and angry lightning. It twisted and turned, leaving a mangled landscape in its wake.
No matter where the storm hit, no matter whom it devastated, the storm never calmed. It became a restless burden on the earth, destroying her beautiful creatures and creations.
Soon the earth called upon the Ocean and the Sky, begging them for help. She asked them to destroy the storm to stop its endless rampage.
So the Sky summoned his strongest winds, while the Ocean gathered her most powerful waves to pursue the storm. Working together, they destroyed it.
The Skies winds smashed into the storms clouds, shattering them like glass and sending the glowing pieces in every direction. These pieces were soon to be called the stars.
The Oceans waves crashed over the storms body, casting
Summer Lust (2/4)Her clothes flew away like a smooth breezeSummer Lust (2/4)1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The atmosphere warmed up from several degrees.
Celine's body laid on her lover's, shameless,
Breathing louder at each of his caress.
She moved sensually her soft silhouette, dominating,
Holding tightly her man's chest, panting.
Gabriel wishes this moment could last forever
Filling his partner in with such fervor
How could he have ever guessed he had such ability.
Melting in love, he felt finally free
His lips married perfectly her breasts' shape
Ending this act from which no one wanted to escape.
Remember WhenRemember, rememberRemember When2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the first days of September,
when the breeze was
still cool and tender
Red leaves twirled around your dress,
as we danced in ultimate bliss.
and amidst the wind i stole a kiss
something I never thought I'd miss
But as the Autumn faded away,
our love gradually swayed,
much to our painful dismay,
we could no longer stay
At the city lights I look and sigh,
mourning the memory of what's gone by
and not a single day passes by
without regretting the word goodbye.
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,3:00am11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
Petals and Ash IIIPetals and Ash III2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"If distance is what makes the heart grow stronger, then I must be a million miles away..."
Suddenly, I'm startled awake!
A gasp escapes my dry, chapped lips while my hollow ears echo with the trembling cries of the shadow stalking Hell Hounds, howling for the blood they have been dying to quench their thirsts with. I quickly examine the area around me to find that everything I had thought was real had only been the works of my imagination the cruel and heartless bastard that it truly is. For Persephone had not at all been nursing my wounds, but suffering her own while I had drifted to sleep as she continued to lay cold and lifeless against the equally frigid ice below her soft, gossamer skin.
Fool! I chastise myself harshly.
I instantly wished for my worthless arms to respond to my actions of wanting to envelope the maiden in them. I wanted to be the one who brought life to an innocent creature, but my arms would not allow it. I begged my legs to bend and support m
BombardmentBombardment2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone knew there were people. They said hello to their family in the morning. They went to work and got lost in their thoughts. They came home and went about their business.
It was around this time somebody discovered the sound. He started playing it, and, finding it mildly better than the usual silence, he took it with him. Over time, the noise got louder. It prevented the man from thinking, but it was still better than silence, so he kept it around.
The sound grew even louder, and it spread out across the world. Now, people couldnt talk anymore. There was no way to communicate. There was no way to think. The only thing that echoed through peoples heads was the sound. That, however, wasnt enough.
Soon, the sound took on a visual form. It was a spastic ball of energy, bouncing around, constantly bombarding peoples eyes, trying to get the worlds attention. It was doing remarkably well.
There was no thinking. There was no hearing. There was no seeing. If it was
What have you done?"Worthless being, you don't deserve anybody's affection."What have you done?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"...I already know."
He was holding his heavy head
Full of shame and lies instead
Tears wanted to flee but were stuck
His body motionless as a trunk
"You hurt her terribly this time, you silly moron."
"...Oh shut your mouth."
"She was kind and blind enough to love you, and yet..."
Slowly realizing what he has done
This petty mind was torn
From any sane mental state he flew
Painfully raising the head anew
"...You're pissing me off."
"And yet, you screwed everything she has brought you."
"...Stop talking, you piece of trash."
The gaze abnormally empty
Darkness surrounding him as a krone
World has become hostile so quickly
In his dreary room, alone
"...I should really stop talking to myself."