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RUN, BOY, RUN !

—— this race is a prophecy.

#( logs on to say this blog is no longer active and will probably be on a hiatus for a very long time #so here's my active blog for all my my followers who are still around )#delete.

renasy

Replaying DMC, Devil May Cry. Bro(twin)mance.

This is it, Dante. We have to put our lives in each other’s hands, completely, without hesitation.

#▸ blistering swords.#▸ trillion stabs.#( baes )

#( busts through the doors with a creepy ass smile )#( HE y i'm back c : )#( vergy-wergy needs some loving )#Out.

WITCHO STUPID HAT

AND THE HATERS GONNA HATE HATE HAT E HATE HATE. I’M JUST GONNA SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE.

SHAKE IT OFF SHAKE IT OFF. OH OH OHHHH.

#▸ a leader LISTENS.#swordhanded #out.

sexual orientation: not u.

#to be tagged #( h a h a h a h a )

devilmayshit

This is the O R D E R

#▸ blistering swords.#▸ such weapons can win battles; but not the war.#queued.

❝ if you desired my attention ---- i can assure you that there are better ways of obtaining it. ❞

HE SPEAKS OUT OF ANGER. DISTRACTIONS ARE MOST ridiculous and VILE. brows furrow and lips press into a firm line -- she’d better have a conversation prepared, or else she’ll be relieved of his PRESENCE.

#▸ such weapons can win battles; but not the war.#queued.#nyxtei #( sorry this is late ! )

devilmayshit

Through pain and loneliness comes anger and hate

#▸ trillion stabs.#▸ blistering swords.#queued.

❝ must you be so loud ? ❞

BUT HIS LIPS CURL WITH DISGUST. THE SHRILL SCREAMING of another had, indeed, pierced his ears; and, perhaps, that is what vexed the nephilim a bit more than the usual ‘ loud and obnoxious ’ human being. at this rate, his hunt for a hunter demon was going to be DELAYED.

#▸ such weapons can win battles; but not the war.#swordhanded #( BI FIGHT ME punk )#queued.

pizzashits

MAY NOT BE /YOUR/ VERGIL, BUT STILL VERGIL ENOUGH TO SCOLD YOU GFDI DANTE.

A thumb swipes at the inside of his eye, lips pursed ( wibble wibble, they tremble with false distress ), brows drawn and arched over his eyes to complete the counterfeit dejection. How could his not-twin be so cruel!? And what had he done to deserve such a scolding, such a disparaging tone thrown his way like a sword ( or perhaps there really had been a sword accompanying the reprimand, and his peripheral erudition had caused him to move to the side reflexively, un-aware of his own motion ), and such a steely disapproval?

Perhaps it’s the fact that he’s a grown half-demon man feigning tears for his own paltry amusement. What an absolute depth of maturity.

#( SAVING THIS )#( OMFG )#▸ memoir.