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Since my main tumblr is more AC related, this will be my multi-fandom blog. I'll mostly just reblog posts though. Probably.
Say you’re trying to survive in the dark streets of Krat amidst all the chaos of the frenzy.
And then you see this crawling towards you. What then?
oh that gap in my resume? i was imprisoned by the lizard king for a few years, it was a whole thing. big misunderstanding, completely exonerated. but that ties into the next item on the list, 2 years as consort to the lizard king. that was actually a volunteer situation
i do think it’s funny when you’ve been into a thing long enough that you’ve done all the serious analysis you can do so now you’re mostly just thinking up looney tunes scenarios to put the characters in
looney tunes scenarios which are most importantly still impeccably in-character because of all the aforementioned serious analysis
There’s a liquor store near my house that seems to be run exclusively by frat boys. They lovingly curate these bags, which I browsed today while “Oops I Did It Again” played through the store speakers. This is art to me, there is beauty everywhere for those with eyes to see it
Remember when I told ya'll last month to be ready to start looking for a Discord alternative?
Yeah things aren't looking good for discord.
#what is the alternative anyway
If you want a direct alternative there's Revolt, which is a free, open source discord clone.
Revolt is the chat app that's truly built with you in mind.
Oh...
It's even worse than I thought.
Time to go back to IRC.
I recommend Element; it's very similar to Discord and has basically the same features but it's privacy-focused and both servers and DMs can both be encrypted so only the actual users of those rooms can read the messages.
This means unlike most popular chat apps, including and especially Discord, Element doesn't sell your conversations or tracking data to advertisers, because the company literally doesn't have access to that data in the first place.
I've used it for years and I think it's a natural fit for Discord users.
sighs. saves for later
The problem with this is transferring YEARS of Discord usage to these new alternatives. Until a tool is made that allows full back up if not transfer of All That, then transitioning to these alternatives isn't feasible for the baseline everyday user.
Exports Discord chat logs to a file. Contribute to Tyrrrz/DiscordChatExporter development by creating an account on GitHub.
incredible video and also PSA: art competition for anyone interested
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this is so funny bc if this happened on any other social media site you would immediately assume it’s a glitch but tumblr users are so unhinged that you really never know if they’d do something like this on purpose or not
Oh, i remember this! No truck fucking, but also hard to explain...?
Basically, a lot of truckers feel VERY attached to their trucks, to the point where it's common for truckers to refer to them as their "first baby".
So, knowing this, this trucker's wife organised a photoshoot where her husband's "first baby" got to meet his "second baby". Kind of like those pregnancy photoshoots with dogs?
He thought it was great, and they shared it on social media trucker groups. In a turn i would not expect, a lot of other truckers got really emotional about it. Like, grown men cooing over a stranger's pregnancy photoshoot, going to their wives and asking if they can do something similar 🥺🥺🥺. All in all, strangely wholesome???
Ohhhh, the truck is the big brother :)
Like showing your baby bump to the family pet 🥺
Volleyball player Yuji Nishida accidentally hit a line judge. This is how he apologized.
An old woman will arrive at the station at 2:47 AM, she will not have enough money to pay the fare, let her in anyway. She will then board an unscheduled train at 3:00 AM. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO TURN HER AWAY UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.
It was either a joke or some train executive's wife, that's what I thought when my manager gave me those specific instructions.
He proceeded to stress them again three more times during orientation. No biggie, I figured, and set a reminder on my phone for 2:45 just to be safe. Other than that I was just shown how to work the ticketing machine and where to find the spare D Batteries for the ancient flashlight they provided me with.
At 11:50 PM the last scheduled train departed. By 00:20 AM all the disembarked passengers had milled off. There was only one other person at the platform, a young homeless man missing a leg. Probably a veteran of one war or the other, there had been so many recently. He was sleeping on one of the benches. My manager had said I was to politely urge any passengers remaining after midnight to leave. He did not seem like a passenger so I let him sleep. It is how I was raised.
At 2:45 AM my alarm went off. I put aside my book, made sure my booth was tidy in case the executive's wife or mother or whoever would come was going to inspect it.
At 2:47 AM she was there.
I did not hear a car, nor approaching footsteps. The Babusia was simply there when she had not been before. A heavily wrinkled old woman, with a crooked nose and a scarf tied around her brittle-looking grey hair. A knobbly wooden walking stick was held by an equally knobbly left hand. She did not seem like the mother of some rich rail tycoon. She reminded me of my grandmother.
But I had never met my grandmother.
"One ticket, please." she requested in a firm voice, placing a small handful of coins on the counter without looking up at me. Most of the coins were obsolete Kopeks, and even counting those it was not enough for half a ticket, but as I was told before I nodded my head and accepted her money. "Of course. "
It suddenly occured to me that I was not told how to print a ticket for this unscheduled train. Before I could remark about it, I saw that the ticket was already at the mouth of the machine. It was green, with red lettering, something the black-and-white printer should not have made. But yet it did. The printing seemed in cyrillic of some sort, but I could not read it.
"Your ticket." I presented, and without thinking added "Do you require assistance to climb the platform stairs, grandmother?" It is how I was raised.
"Yes. Assist me." she replied curtly, beginning to shuffle slowly through the dark station towards the platform. I locked up my booth, and caught up with her just before the stairs. I switched on my heavy flashlight with my right hand, and offered the woman my right to brace herself. Her grip was strong. She probably would have had no issue climbing by herself, but assisting a grandmother was always the right thing to do, even when her sharp fingernails dug painfully into my palm.
We arrived at the platform. The clock hanging from the ceiling read 2:56. She released my hand and took a few steps, then looked at the sleeping man on the bench. "A friend of yours?" she asked. I thought about lying; if she was truly an executive's family, perhaps hosting a friend would be a lighter offense than turning a blind eye?
"No, grandmother." I responded truthfully. "He is not breaking the rules, so I left him alone." It is how I was raised.
The woman hummed. She seemed taller than before. Taller than me. The night draped her shoulders like a shaul and my torch did not reach it. Her gray hair shone like woven starlight, and her eyes were the night sky. I could not look away.
"You are a well-mannered girl." she said, her voice echoing in my ears like silence. She placed something small and hard in my hand.
A train arrived. It had only one car. I think it had a steam engine. It may have walked on chicken legs. I could not look at it.
The Grandmother boarded her train without another word. I was alone in a perfectly dull train station. Almost. The homeless woman behind me mumbled and stretched her legs in her sleep.
In my hand was a wrapped piece of hard candy.
This makes me happy in particular because that's exactly what I was going for
Every time someone leaves kind words in the comments it makes my day! Even if I don't reply to each and every one (mostly because I can't think of something to say usually) I love it, so thank you all!
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# Nero's Mother: Why the Cortigiana Onesta Theory Makes Sense
## The Courtesans of Renaissance Venice: Between Disguise and Influence
During the Renaissance, Venice lived a fascinating contradiction. With a population of approximately 150,000 inhabitants and around 20,000 prostitutes, the city had legalized prostitution as a "necessary evil" tolerated by the Church. However, this tolerance came accompanied by severe sumptuary laws that rigidly controlled the behavior, clothing, and circulation of these women in public spaces.
### The Cortigiane Oneste: The Elite Among Courtesans
In this complex scenario, a special category of courtesans emerged known as "cortigiane oneste" (honest courtesans). Unlike common prostitutes, these high-ranking women lived in luxurious houses and were revered as true intellectuals. Highly educated, they mastered several languages and possessed deep knowledge of music, dance, literature, politics, and philosophy.
Figures like Veronica Franco and Tullia d'Aragona transcended the traditional role of courtesans. Veronica Franco, for example, published poetry and letters that included correspondence with King Henry III of France and the painter Tintoretto. Imperia Cognati became the muse of Raphael Sanzio, posing for the renowned artist. These women wielded political influence through relationships with kings and powerful nobles, having access to privileged information. Some even became patrons of the arts, sponsoring artists and writers.
### The Game of Masks: Disguise Strategies
Despite their cultural and intellectual influence, courtesans faced severe legal restrictions. They were forbidden from wearing pearls and luxurious fabrics, from attending churches on feast days, and from wearing white maiden veils. To circumvent these limitations, they developed sophisticated disguise strategies.
16th-century accounts indicate that courtesans who wished to move about without harassment or avoid arrests dressed as demure widows or respectable married women, using veils and cloaks that covered their bodies. Some were accompanied by a protector, pretending to be married. By presenting themselves as honest women, they managed to bypass prohibitions and participate in religious and social events from which they would be officially excluded.
Many courtesans deliberately ignored clothing laws, wearing garments indistinguishable from Venetian noblewomen. This bold act transformed the fashion of the time, although it put their freedom at risk. Disguise was fundamental in a society where etiquette and clothing functioned as "games of masks" that rigidly defined social status.
### Between Two Worlds: Courtesans and Convents
The relationship between courtesans and the Church revealed another interesting facet of this reality. There is no historical evidence that courtesans disguised themselves as nuns or Church members – such a strategy would be extremely risky and easily identifiable by ecclesiastical authorities. However, courtesans and nuns frequently collaborated on charitable works, helping other women in difficulty.
Prostitutes who survived to middle age often became nuns in special orders called "Incarcerate" and "Murate." There are documented cases of ex-prostitutes who entered convents and worked as laundresses, finding in religious life an alternative to their previous condition.
### The Constant Oscillation
These women lived in permanent oscillation between fame, luxury, and the constant risk of persecution by the Inquisition. Their lives illustrated the contradictions of Renaissance Venetian society: at the same time they were marginalized by law, they wielded significant cultural and political influence. Through appearance, disguise, and intellectual cunning, they conquered spaces of freedom and respectability that the law formally denied them, leaving a lasting legacy in the cultural history of the Italian Renaissance.
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## Why the Cortigiana Onesta Theory for Nero's Mother Makes Sense
A refined theory from the Devil May Cry fandom proposes that Nero's mother was not a common prostitute, but rather a cortigiana onesta - a high-class courtesan, highly educated and culturally sophisticated. This interpretation not only respects Vergil's personality but also adds fascinating layers to the narrative.
### 1. Vergil's Personality Demands Refinement
Vergil is not just any character. He is characterized by aristocratic arrogance and a profound sense of superiority, appreciation for culture, poetry and philosophy (he quotes William Blake in his dialogue), aesthetic and intellectual refinement, as well as absolute disdain for vulgarity.
It would be completely inconsistent with Vergil's character to become involved with a common prostitute. However, a cortigiana onesta - educated in multiple languages, versed in philosophy, music and literature, living in a luxurious house - would be exactly the type of woman who could capture his attention, even if briefly. For Vergil, intellect and sophistication would be as important as physical beauty.
### 2. The Perfect Context: Fortuna as a Medieval Venice
Fortuna is not just any city in the Devil May Cry universe. It features strong religious influence through the Order of the Sword, Renaissance/medieval architecture and culture, rigid social structure with religious nobility and defined hierarchies, as well as reverence for Sparda's legacy.
This environment would be the perfect setting for the existence of high-ranking courtesans. Just like in Renaissance Venice, Fortuna could harbor educated and influential women who, although marginalized by law, possessed access to circles of power through their relationships with nobles and members of the Order.
A cortigiana onesta in Fortuna would have privileged access to information about the Order of the Sword, connections with the city's religious and aristocratic elite, knowledge about legends and artifacts related to Sparda, in addition to the sophistication necessary to interest someone like Vergil.
### 3. The Disguise and the Black Cloak: A Survival Strategy
The cortigiana onesta theory perfectly explains the mysterious details about Nero's abandonment.
The Black Cloak: Nero was found wrapped in a black cloak - a symbol traditionally associated with mourning or the disguise of a respectable widow. The cortigiane oneste frequently used veils and dark cloaks to disguise themselves as widows or respectable married women, allowing them to circulate in public and religious spaces from which they would be officially excluded. The black cloak was not just fabric - it was a symbol of social disguise.
Perpetual Anonymity: A high-ranking courtesan would have every reason to hide her pregnancy - to preserve her reputation and social position, avoid persecution from the Inquisition or religious authorities, maintain her lucrative relationships with Fortuna's elite, and protect the child from social stigma.
Strategic Abandonment: Leaving Nero at an orphanage, disguised in her black cloak, would allow the mother to maintain her anonymity while ensuring the child would be found and cared for. It was not a cruel abandonment, but a calculated decision by a woman who lived between worlds.
The Orphanage Rumors: The children who bullied Nero said his mother was a prostitute. In Fortuna, as in Renaissance Venice, everyone knew everyone - except the courtesans who lived double lives through disguise. Rumors existed, but without public confirmation, because no one knew for sure who she was. She was a mask among masks.
### 4. The Meeting Between Vergil and the Courtesan: A Dialogue of Equals
Imagine the scene: Vergil arrives in Fortuna searching for information about Sparda and his legacy. He is not interested in banal carnal pleasures - he is on a mission for power and knowledge.
He encounters a woman who masters multiple languages and can converse about philosophy, possesses deep knowledge about the Order's history and Sparda's legends, is intellectually stimulating (something rare for Vergil to find), has access to privileged information through her relationships with members of the Order, and maintains mystery and sophistication - qualities Vergil would respect.
For Vergil, she would not be just physical company, but a valuable source of information and, perhaps for the first time, an intellectual equal. A woman who could debate, question, and challenge him mentally.
Vergil's dialogue in DMC5 - "Just like you, I also had my nights of fun" - takes on a completely different meaning. It refers not just to carnal encounters, but to nights of intellectual conversation, philosophical debates, and perhaps even cultural salons that a cortigiana onesta would certainly frequent or organize.
### 5. The Woman in Red: Subtle Visual Evidence
In Vergil's introduction cutscene in DMC4 Special Edition, Capcom deliberately shows a woman in red watching Vergil with admiration. Important details: she is dressed elegantly (not like a common prostitute), wears red (a color associated with both luxury and high-ranking courtesans), her admiring gaze suggests intellectual or romantic attraction (not transactional), and she does not approach aggressively - she maintains respectful distance, observing.
This visual scene supports the theory: it is not a common prostitute offering services, but a sophisticated woman demonstrating genuine interest in a mysterious and clearly noble stranger.
### 6. The Shakespearean Tragedy: Three Lives Between Worlds
This interpretation transforms Nero's origin from a simply "sad" story into a Renaissance tragedy worthy of Shakespeare:
The Mother: An extraordinarily intelligent and educated woman, trapped between worlds - respected for her culture and beauty, but marginalized by her profession. Living constantly disguised, navigating power games through social masks, using her intellect to survive in a society that limited her by law but desired her in secret.
Vergil: A young man arrogant and obsessed with power, searching for his father's legacy. For a brief moment, he finds unexpected intellectual and perhaps even emotional connection with someone who understands his search for something greater. But his obsession with power consumes him, and he leaves without knowing the consequences.
Nero: The son of two impossible worlds - demonic nobility and marginalized human sophistication. Abandoned by both parents, not out of cruelty, but due to tragic circumstances. Heir to a legacy of power and also of survival through masks and social disguises.
### 7. Thematic Parallels With Devil May Cry
This theory fits perfectly with the series' central themes:
Dual Identities: Just as Dante and Vergil live between human and demonic worlds, Nero's mother lived between respectability and marginalization.
Masks and Appearances: DMC constantly explores who people really are versus how they present themselves to the world.
Legacy and Blood: Nero inherits not only Sparda's blood, but also the cunning and sophistication of a mother who survived through intelligence.
Power Through Knowledge: Vergil seeks power through knowledge; his connection with a woman of exceptional intellect makes thematic sense.
### 8. Why Official Materials Are Deliberately Vague
Capcom never explicitly confirmed the details about Nero's mother because this allows multiple interpretations from the fandom, maintains mystery and intrigue about Nero's origins, avoids controversies about representation of sex work, and preserves the dignity of Nero's character without defining his mother in a limiting way.
The novel "Deadly Fortune" uses the generic term "prostitute," but never specifies what type of prostitute. The vague description allows fans attentive to historical context and Vergil's personality to reach the more sophisticated conclusion: a cortigiana onesta.
### 9. Additional Subtle Evidence
Other details that support this theory:
Nero is naturally intelligent: Despite not having complete formal education, he demonstrates tactical insight and rapid learning ability - possibly maternal inheritance.
His aristocratic rebelliousness: Nero rejects authority but maintains certain refinement - mirroring the life of a courtesan who defied sumptuary laws.
Adoption by Credo's family: A respectable family that took in a mysterious orphan - perhaps there was discreet influence from someone powerful to ensure Nero was well treated.
### 10. The Difference Between Classes of Prostitutes
It is crucial to understand that "prostitute" in the Renaissance context was not a single category:
Common Prostitutes: Lived in public brothels, without formal education, rigidly controlled by laws, little to no autonomy, and lower-class clientele.
Cortigiane Oneste: Lived in their own luxurious houses, highly educated in arts, languages and philosophy, wielded political and cultural influence, chose their clients (nobles, kings, artists), were patrons of the arts, and some published literary works.
Vergil would never become involved with the first group. But the second? A woman who could debate philosophy, recite poetry in Latin, and provide information about mystical artifacts related to Sparda? Absolutely.
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## Conclusion: An Origin Worthy of Nero
The cortigiana onesta theory does not just "make sense" - it completely elevates Nero's narrative. His mother would not be a passive victim of circumstances, but an extraordinary woman who navigated a world of power, culture, and danger through intelligence and cunning.
She would be someone who earned Vergil's attention, even if briefly, survived in a society that limited her using masks and disguises, made difficult decisions to protect her son and her position, and left a legacy not just of blood, but of intelligence and resilience.
Nero would not just be Sparda's grandson - he would be the son of a remarkable Renaissance woman, someone who lived between worlds just as he now lives between human and demon.
This interpretation transforms a sad footnote in Nero's story into a complete Shakespearean tragedy - worthy of the Devil May Cry universe, where complex legacies and dual identities are central themes.