they/she/he 20s Side blog mostly about queer horror. Vampires, gothic literature, baby bat, and a whole melting pot of stuff horror related. I like monsters. aroace genderqueer.
A much shorter snippet from my early draft, this was actually the first scene I wrote. ...Well...half-scene, BUT it has major implications for the entire fic. I'm trying to lean in and be comfortable writing darker topics. Be warned that there's some child abuse implications here.
Nero heard Dante hiss from behind, “Dammit that smarts!”
“Are you incapable of walking in a straight line now too?”
“You pushed me!”
Nero rolled his eyes and turned to look at Dante, who was clutching his pinky finger and glaring at Vergil. There was a holy water font to his left. Nero could guess what occurred but he'd figure he'd mediate.
“What's happened?”
“Your heartless father pushed me into this holy water thingy! I could've died just like that!” Dante snapped his fingers on the last word. Vergil scoffed.
“If only.”
Dante's pinky finger was red and raw, not unlike a burn mark. Nero internally winced in sympathy, though figured his uncle was mostly complaining for show.
“You're such a drama queen man, holy water isn't gonna kill you.”
Dante looked away from his raw pinkie to Nero, a confused expression in his face, “Huh? Kid, yeah it will.”
“Holy water is the only thing that can defeat just about any demon.” Vergil supplemented, a strange look in his eyes.
“Super effective but a bitch to use on account of us being devils too. Makes me damn near flinch everytime I use it.”
“You flinch because you are weak Dante.”
“Oh you're asking for it you edge–”
“Wait a sec, what are you guys talking about? Holy water doesn't work like that on hybrids.”
“Kid yeah it does, you ever touch that stuff? Feels like boiling acid straight from God's tear ducts.”
“Yeah it hurts but it's not fatal.”
“Whu–” Vergil held a hand up in front of Dante and took a small step forward.
“Nero…how do you know that?”
“Uh…well you know–it doesn't because um, it wouldn't make sense…”
A crash through the stained glass windows at the far end of the hall revealed three Frosts quickly picking themselves up and charging towards the devil hunters. No time for chit chat, it's back to what they're more comfortable with, much to Nero's endless relief.
the way vamps always have a lisp with their fangs out. if I said it was actually because vampires weren't supposed to talk like men but use their teeth like beasts to tear and eat alone. they don't fit for speaking, vamps have just adapted
FUCK EVERTHING Israel killed seven members of my family. I saw my brother taking his last breaths. My brother was young, he hadn't done anything wrong. They killed him while he was hungry!!!! I tried to stop the bleeding, but he died, tears streaming from his eyes...
My little sister is suffering from a chest injury and a thigh injury and needs urgent treatment. I will never forgive anyone who sees this post and ignores my little sister's suffering.
I like how Devil May Cry is a whole series of games built on people accidentally discovering awesome ways to break the game and then just leaving it in.
"We were designing this Resident Evil game when we realized we'd accidentally made it so that you can launch enemies into the air with a melee attack and then juggle them indefinitely with bullets and that's undeniably fucking sick so we made a whole separate game out of it."
"People played the game and realized you could use the Enemy Step feature to jump cancel out of attacks mid air and trap enemies in infinite air combos. Sweet, this will become basically the core of DMC's entire combat system going forward."
"DMC3 has this weird glitch where when Dante does his massive windup uppercut finishing move, if you activate Devil Trigger at the exact moment it connects it causes the move to hit multiple times dealing disgusting amounts of damage. This was widely regarded as one of the most badass things ever put in a videogame so you can bet we're bringing it back in the sequel and even giving it a unique animation so you know we meant to do it this time."
“No one is coming to save you.” I disagree ! I believe many people made up of many small moments come to save pieces of you , even if just briefly. The mentor who believed in you . The friend who said they’re proud of you. The family member that makes you laugh . The random person who held the door for you out of nothing but kindness. The teacher who took extra time to help you understand. The person who smiled at you when you walked into a store. The little kid who looks up to you. The person who randomly complimented you. Being “saved” isn’t about being whisked away and all your hardships gone, it’s about the people and things that remind you life is not all hardships, it is kindness, love, gentleness, softness, care, thoughtfulness. It is many moments made up of your lifetime that keeps you going and showing you the world is still beautiful, and will always be. Despite.
I've forgotten *my own birthday* before. There are several years of my life just straight up missing. In the past I've forgotten silly little frivolous things like NAMES OF LOVED ONES or WHERE MY HOUSE IS. But obviously none of that was important. Fucking awful, ableist thing to say.
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