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YAAASSSS POPE FRANCIS!!!!!!
Heās got sense that either your religion has to evolve or it risks losing its spot in the future
before anybody goes on a rant about howĀ ābut he still thinks/says x shitty thing!!ā in an attempt to dismiss/belittle this progress, please stop for a moment and think about how deeply conservative this institution is and that what may seem like small progress to you is actually a pretty big deal! if you think secular society is slow to change boy howdy look into the history of change in religious society and youāll probably be shocked that theyāre even where theyāre at now so lets celebrate progress when and where it happens to encourage a continuation of positive growth!
itās so weirdly common to be rude to people who need subtitles or want subtitles as if itās some kind of nuisance to have subtitles, but honestly? normalize having subtitles on everything. overall it can help people with language barriers who can read better than they can listen to a language, it helps people with comprehension issues, it helps people who have trouble hearing, it helps in general so whatever youāre watching isnāt interrupted by someone asking what someone just said, just put subtitles on! what the hell!
Reblog/Like if willing to rp with a DMC OC
outofroses; Hey everyone a new rp blog here, this blog is technically an OC blog based on Neroās mother. The one we see very briefly in DMC 4 Special Edition in Vergilās play through. Donāt worry this isnāt a blog made for shipping, Iām more curious about her relationship with her son Nero as a single mom.
Ā Ā Seeing as Vergil definitely isnāt around for his kid meaning they definitely werenāt a thing. Anyway if you would like to rp just like and/or reblog this post it helps a lot!
@daughterofnero
āyou mean you but more of a prickā Ā Ā
āOh how I will enjoy putting an arrow into an other Myra.ā
āHereās hoping the other me died with their middle finger up. If not, Iāll do it for them.ā
he chuckled, āIt is good to know that the Myra of this world is as spirited as ever. But sad she did not die with her middle finger in the air (I will glad cut off yours). Oh no she dead asking if I believed in family.āĀ
āDamn, alternate dead me went for the throat in her last moments. That was a verbal middle finger. You go me...hopefully we donāt share a fate, but still, goals right there.ā
It's a Family Matter
He moved around the desk away from Myra, āThis Vergil is pathetic.ā He stated while walking keeping his icy blue eyes on the young woman, āTo actually believe he could have a family, ha! He is just as foolish as he brother.ā He stop walking once is far enough away from the desk, āI am not your grandpa, girl.ā He scoffed in disgust. He no longer had smirk on his but cold look void of any emotion.
āWhat?ā Myra practically snarled as she tucked her motherās necklace into her pocket, blue eyes narrowed and glare sharp. Her grandfather would be proud of that glare. She moved her hand back to one of her holstered pistols again as she tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.Ā āOf course you arenāt. My grandfather doesnāt usually give me the urge to punch him in the throat. Now.āĀ
She pulled out her gun again quickly and aimed across the room atĀ āVergilā. Myraās free hand clenched into a fist as she tried to dig into herself again.Ā āI would really appreciate my answers. Like where my parents are, and where my grandparents are.ā
If a child could pull off a glare like that the Vergil of this would have been proud even this Vergil is impressed a little. A hand hover over the handle of Yamato. He could just use his corrupt summoning swords to be rid of her. This Vergil knew about Myra being mostly human. The Myra of his world was the same (pity āhadā to kill her). He chuckle a little, āDonāt worry little girl your mother is fine for time being. I would like to also know where your grandparents as well.ā
āI donāt know that answer, clearly. I know a bullet to the head wonāt kill you, but I also know it fuckinā hurts. So, how about we cut a little deal?ā Her heart pounded away in her chest, though Myra kept her breathing under control so her hands wouldnāt shake. Vergil had Yamato, or at least some version of it, and she knew he (at least her version was) even better with Yamato than her father...and that wasnāt good for her health. Especially if she didnāt manage to pull out summoned swords fast enough.Ā āLook, I tell you what I know about where my Vergil is, and you tell me what you know about where my mother is. I wonāt even shoot you.āĀ āDonāt antagonize him, heās dangerous and has the upper hand here.ā
@daughterofnero
āyou mean you but more of a prickā Ā Ā
āOh how I will enjoy putting an arrow into an other Myra.ā
āHereās hoping the other me died with their middle finger up. If not, Iāll do it for them.ā
OOC
Soon and very soon~
Guess whoās going to be a legit blog instead of a side blog soon?
"Dad, you alright?" - daughterofnero
āWhy wouldnāt I be?ā He tilted his head in confusion at the sudden question and its nature.
āPops.ā Myra wanted to believe him, wanted so badly to just say āwhoopsā and laugh it off, forget it. But thisā¦this didnāt seem right. āI learned how to lie from you. Iām a shit liar.ā If something was wrong, and she didnāt know it, then she could just, lose him one day. Be left without him and no idea why; it was her nightmare. āYou canāt just stand there silent for a bit and tell me itās a trick of the eyes! Your scales have grown more, havenāt they?ā
He wasnāt lying about being fine. Myra didnāt want to believe that was a lie.
āI would never lie about such a thing.ā Oh yes, he would lie and thatās what he did right now. Lie about the whole thing because of course heād lie about it. He never liked to talk about that thing. He never did. It just happened and that was it. That wasnāt it though and he knew all too well.Ā
She threw her hands in the air with a (not quite human) frustrated growl. āYouāre lying right now, arenāt you!ā Myra started pacing as she pulled her braid over her shoulder and undid the bottom of it so she had something to keep her hands busy.Ā āDad, please, just, tell me the truth. If everythingās not okay, Iād rather know now than when everything goes to shit. If everything goes to shit.ā
"Dad, you alright?" - daughterofnero
āWhy wouldnāt I be?ā He tilted his head in confusion at the sudden question and its nature.
āWell, I meanā¦.ā She hesitated as she gathered her thoughts, wanting to articulate this properly. Myra stretched one arm out and pointed at about her shoulder. āIf I remember right, your scales and your skin used to meet here, I could see it when you took off your coat. But nowā¦.ā She moved her finger a few inches up her shoulder, almost to her collar bone. āThe scales donāt even start transitioning until here, and I know that.ā
There it was, the dreaded question he was absolutely sure she would ask, oh how he wished she hadnāt ask that. If it was something else he could try to find an excuse. He hesitated and stayed silent for several minutes before shaking off her question again.Ā āItās just your eyes playing tricks on you, my armās fine.ā
"Pops." Myra wanted to believe him, wanted so badly to just say 'whoops' and laugh it off, forget it. But this...this didn't seem right. "I learned how to lie from you. I'm a shit liar." If something was wrong, and she didn't know it, then she could just, lose him one day. Be left without him and no idea why; it was her nightmare. "You can't just stand there silent for a bit and tell me it's a trick of the eyes! Your scales have grown more, haven't they?"
He wasn't lying about being fine. Myra was didn't want to believe that was a lie.
Your muse catches sight of a tattoo they didn't know mine had--what's their reaction?
"Dad, you alright?" - daughterofnero
āWhy wouldnāt I be?ā He tilted his head in confusion at the sudden question and its nature.
āI dunno. Just, wanted to check.ā Myra crossed her arms and looked away as she bit her lip. It just nagged at herā¦. āIs it just me, or do you have more scale than you used to?ā
āScale? Mind being more clear?ā He rose a brow once again at her vague questions. Or he wanted to think they were vague. Oh, he knew what sort of scales she was talking about butā¦ He thought he could avoid the question, probably.
"Well, I mean...." She hesitated as she gathered her thoughts, wanting to articulate this properly. Myra stretched one arm out and pointed at about her shoulder. "If I remember right, your scales and your skin used to meet here, I could see it when you took off your coat. But now...." She moved her finger a few inches up her shoulder, almost to her collar bone. "The scales don't even start transitioning until here, and I know that."
"Dad, you alright?" - daughterofnero
āWhy wouldnāt I be?ā He tilted his head in confusion at the sudden question and its nature.
"I dunno. Just, wanted to check." Myra crossed her arms and looked away as she bit her lip. It just nagged at her.... "Is it just me, or do you have more scale than you used to?"
āµ - daughterofnero
Meme | OpenĀ
I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I donāt know you.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ī¹Ņ yoĻ āll Š²y Š¼y caĻ Ńe oŅ deaŃŠ½, Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ŃŠ½en ŃŠ½aŃ'Ń Š½ow Ī¹ wanŃ Ńo go.
[Text Dante] He took me to a mall Myra. We went window shopping. I am now the proud owner of a honey and herb soap bar and three bath bombs.
[text]: Oooh, was it fun?
[text]: sounds like someoneās ready for fancy baths. makes your skin smooth and stuff.
[Text: Dante] I just. I donāt know what to do.
[Text: Dante] I guess Iāll just keep going and see what happens.
[text]: If anything, Iāll bring over some ice cream and shitty movies to laugh at with you
[Text: Dante] I think Iād like that.
[Text: Dante] A lot.
[text]: Ice cream and shitty movies it is! Iāll bring some strawberry and some chocolate.Ā
āWell, heās gonna have to deal with it.ā Nero pours another cup of coffee, taking the two upstairs with him, and into Danteās room. He sets one of the mugs down and pulls a stool up to the bed so he can sit down on it. He brushes a hand through the elderās hair gently.Ā āCome on old man, time to get up.ā
Myra brought over her own stool and a bucket; just in case. That had been a lot of bottles last night, she wouldnāt be surprised if he woke up feeling nasty.Ā āHey, uncle, Iām still here. Its ah, a new day; kinda need you to get up.ā She had a feeling she wasnāt very good at this.
He didnāt want to get up. Maybe if he ignored them for long enough they would go away. When that didnāt seem to be working, he turns to face away from the two. Why did she bring Nero here?
Really? So this is the game he was going to be playing at.Ā āCome on ya old bastard, at least acknowledge us for a minute, will ya?ā
She sighed and walked around to the other side of the bed, setting her stool down next to Dante again.Ā āI made you coffee. I ah, Iām really bad at lying still, even over the phone.ā Myra rubbed the back of her neck as she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. Sorry? But she really wasnāt sorry that Nero had ended up coming over.
