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DEVIL MAY CRY 5
“ He is fire and ash and burning, burning, burning. { Fire was not made to be held in human skin. }“ DANTE of DEVIL MAY CRY. { Penned by MANA, personals do not reblog ! }
also not to get on my bullshit immediately, but I love how Dante’s theme ( subhuman ) & Vergil’s ( Bury the Light ) are complimentary opposites in their theme. Vergil, struggling with his humanity, and Dante similarly struggling with his demonic nature.
That, and they both fucking SLAP. I’ll deep dive on this later, but I think it’s important and wonderful that they kept the themes running into their respective music. But also fuck these extra men for needing songs that are that long.
inhales.
i have arrived.
Dante giving Yamato again was such a profound, selfless gesture. He had her, right there in the palm of his hand, the last piece of Vergil in the living, breathing, waking world & he told Nero to keep her.
Yamato really wasn’t just a blade, she wasn’t just one of the Legendary Swords of Sparda. She was an extension and manifestation of Vergil’s memories and actions. There isn’t a single moment in time, since the passing of Sparda, where she wasn’t by his brothers side { even in his childhood memories, Dante always had an affinity for Rebellion. Something in him called to her & vice versa, he assumed it was the same for Vergil with Yamato. } When Vergil died, it was like he never existed at all.
All he had was Yamato to remember his brother by.
It would of been well within his rights to withhold her from Nero for that reason alone. To reach out and take her home with him { where she would of ultimately rested until god knows when, in some guarded case in lieu of being unable to bury his brother. Dante had no intention of using Yamato. He’s much too chaotic for her, and she’s much too unkind in turn for him. Ice & Fire, wildfire storms & arctic blizzards. }
Nero didn’t know who his father was { likewise, Dante wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the information, and neither was he going to drop that world shattering revelation on the kids shoulders. } and thus, didn’t really have a claim to Yamato through that ommission. And, if we’re going to get technical, having a blade like that out in the World is dangerous. She’s a weapon capable of great & terrible things. By all means, enemies of Sparda would see that as an opening to try and stake a claim.
Of course, Nero is a piece of Vergil, but he’s his own person. He’s not his brother, while there are bits of Vergil in his son it’s just not the same, you know ? You can’t replace someone with pieces. There are going to be fragments in the puzzle that are foreign and decidedly different. There will be odds & ends where there should be something cohesive. It’s a disservice to all parties involved, living & deceased. You can’t super impose someone onto another.
But as I said. In that moment of selflessness, Dante empathized. Dante lost his father, and then his mother, and then his brother. Dante had it and lost it, but Nero never had even that. Nero never got the chance to know Vergil, his heritage obscured and confusing { and deliberately hidden, when the chance came for great revelations. } Giving Yamato away was giving him, unknowingly, a piece of his father to protect him, Dante could grieve on those bittersweet memories.
Dante would never step on toes and fight Nero’s battles, even if he would inadvertantly go about protecting him in other ways { allowing him to join onto Devil May Cry, helping him in Fortuna & being a reserved but constant presence as Nero learned to live with himself & what he was } — but he could let his brother’s sword fight his battles for him. Do what his brother could not in his absence.
The guilt he inevitably felt, when Nero was singled out by Vergil, years later ? When he figured it out who had attacked Nero. He doesn’t regret giving Nero the Sword, it came from a good place filled with good intentions. But he regrets the consequences of those actions, as they ultimately lead Nero to harm and that was never his intention. Yamato was supposed to be something to keep him safe, and he ended up being attacked by his own father for it.
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hey guys, long time no see ! I wish I was coming to you guys on better terms, but in the wake of the current climate, I’ve found myself disowned from my family for supporting BLM & challenging the racist ideaology that’s being spread by the elder generation of my family.
I make majority of my income through art, and I’ve not had the steady stream of commissioners I used to have before corona virus hit. I’m struggling to pay bills.
Now I’m in the position where I need to somehow pay for shipping on the last items I have in storage with my family ( before they potentially destroy / throw them away ) and my passport.
Unfortunately I don’t have screenshots of the family conversation, but I have screenshots of the threat my brother sent me & the message of my mother condemning my actions when I informed her of the threatening message.
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I hate asking for money, but I don’t know what else to do. I have kofi & regular commissions open, with the former having options for special sketch commissions.
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MURDER BALLAD: A NEW MUSICAL LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS.
’ someone’s gonna die. ’
’ from new york to berlin come stories of true love gone awry. ’
’ we all want to touch the flames but not get burned. ’
’ there’s always a killer so logically someone has to die. ’
’ you’re brighter than the sun and i revolve around you. ’
’ after three years it became clear, with close inspection, no one’s perfection. ’
’ aren’t you scared you’ll say, when you’re old and gray, a better life has passed you by? and i’d be the reason why. ’
’ free will and fate both play their part. ’
’ trust no one. stay on guard. ’
’ i don’t want the sun, i’m safer in the static. ’
’ it’s two a.m., i’m drunk again. ’
’ what did you come here for if you don’t wanna kiss? doesn’t anybody want to kiss me? ’
’ is your heart broken? did mamma ever tell you, bad boys, they don’t stay? ’
’ all men are assholes. ’
’ shut up and kiss me, ___. ’
’ slow down, baby. quiet your mind. ’
’ come on, let me ease your troubled mind. ’
’ sleep. that’s what we do at night. ’
’ don’t pretend that things are alright. ’
’ don’t make me a promise. people take those away. ’
’ i don’t want anyone to love me — but i do want you to stay. ’
’ i will conquer this damn city. ’
’ won’t fall in love again, no, never again. ’
’ a baby changes everything. ’
’ you don’t understand. you will never understand. ’
’ slow down. listen, please hear me. ’
’ you, you are the morning. you start each day anew. ’
’ i’m trying but this darkness won’t let go of me. ’
’ how did i become so useless in this time and place? ’
’ oh, god. i love her smile. ’
’ things got turned around, fucked-up mistakes that broke us down. ’
’ man, don’t be a fool. she’s not coming back for you. ’
’ i had a dream of us in our sixties. was a cold winter night in new york city, walking down a cobbletone street. empty, but you were holding my hand, smiling at me. ’
’ a kiss like a mouth tattoo burns in me and i don’t know what i’ll do. ’
’ but if i choose to scald my story, does it mean that i’m in love with you? ’
’ let me count the ways i love you, and then i’ll count the ways i don’t. ’
’ she’s the kind of pretty to scare the words away. ’
’ drop the briefcase, grab a cup of coffee, talk romantic poets. ’
’ their words are yours to build upon. ’
’ don’t forget the thing. ’
’ you walked in and chipped out a little piece of my heart. ’
’ stopped clock, doors locked, let’s shut the world out. ’
’ i never knew a sound could ease my pain until i heard your voice speak my name. ’
’ don’t stop, but don’t say that you love me. ’
’ tears look so damn beautiful glistening on the screen, but no one thinks they’re pretty in a real-life crying scene. ’
’ if you’re awake, we can talk. ’
’ we could stay in bed all day just like we used to do. ’
’ don’t ask how long. we’re built for longing. ’
’ we all want the sun and skies. ’
’ maybe a baby or two. a better life, i promise you. ’
’ you and me were made for wanting. we’re always gonna want for something. ’
’ i’m only here to say goodbye. we both know the reasons why. ’
’ i fucked up, and i’m to blame. i’m gonna right this wrong. ’
’ where are you? answer me. ’
’ i don’t love you. i love ___, not you. ’
’ i’ve always been in love with you, i’d do anything that you asked me. don’t leave me. ’
’ we are two cats in a fishbowl. we are two dogs in a boneyard. ’
’ you belong to me. ’
’ so many alibis. go on, choose your lies. ’
’ i know how happy we could be. what the hell was wrong with me? ’
’ i’ll start my whole life up brand new. ’
’ you haven’t aged a single day. ’
’ don’t say a word. don’t wanna hear your lies, don’t you even try. ’
’ little by little, i knew something was wrong. ’
’ does this life bore you? did you have to get away? ’
’ you know we love you more than anything. ’
’ go ahead, now cry. ’
’ they think they can return to when they were younger. like life was better. ’
’ right now i feel like i could do anything i wanna do. ’
’ i wanna watch them bleed. i’ll use my imagination and walk on it — broken glass, throats are slashed, their blood splattered on the wall. ’
’ playtime is over, i’m not playing, i’m done playing. ’
’ you’re mine and i’m yours. ’
’ blood looks so damn beautiful. scarlet on the screen. ’
’ it don’t take much to die. ’
’ i can say ‘cuz i was there: love and war are never fair. ’
’ please, look at me. turn around and look at me. ’
’ go on then, walk away. you’re better off without me. ’
’ please don’t say goodbye. ’
’ before you walk away, if you ever loved me, please just hold me. ’
’ you’re far too good for me. i know how much you loved me. ’
’ no one ever gets forever. only days. ’
’ i’m not erasable. ’
’ he was mine and i was his. that’s the truth, i swear it is. ’
“ He is fire and ash and burning, burning, burning. { Fire was not made to be held in human skin. } “ DANTE of DEVIL MAY CRY. { Penned by MANA, personals do not reblog ! }
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fractempyreal replied to your post: I see y’all hating on the new canon that...
Now I understand why Vergil is hellbent on fucking murdering Dante
Dante gives a pair to Vergil as a ‘welcome home’ present. They’re enchanted so whenever Vergil attempts to annihilate them from existence they come back stronger. He can’t throw them out either bc they just reappear back at the foot of his bed the next morning.
I see y’all hating on the new canon that Dante & Vergil wear crocs :/ I know the new reality can be hard to swallow. It’s okay. I forgive you.
DMC 5 where everything goes as planned, except Dante & Vergil are wearing fur lined crocs.