#cant sleep dont worry about it

[xycuro-illuminati]

After reading the dmc 4 novel, I find it so interesting how Nero acknowledges that Dante is related to him, but doesn't question to how closely related they are. And honestly, I can't really blame him.

In the novel, it's mentioned by both Nero and Dante’s povs of them theorizing that Sparda, the demon that lived in the human world for many centuries, could potentially have other descendants other than his sons and grandson. It wouldn't be a huge stretch to think that a guy that walked on earth for sm years could've had other partners and families before meeting Eva. Nero also seems to not really care about how closely related he is to Dante, only that they're definitely descendants of Sparda.

I don't think Nero thought of them to be closer bc of how he was raised in an orphanage, along with the culture within Fortuna and how he feels like an outcast. When Sanctus told Nero about the white haired man (Vergil) visiting him all those years ago is most likely Nero's father, Nero didn't really care. It couldn't be Dante bc Sanctus knows who Dante is, while with Vergil, he was just a mysterious figure to him. Nero only cares about Credo and Kyrie bc they were the only ones there for him. He was abandoned as a baby, and while we know Vergil didn't know of his existence, we still don't know what happened to his mother. The chance that she didn't want Nero is still very much possible and throughout the novel, Nero kinda leans in on that idea (especially with the whole "Everyone knows everyone in Fortuna. It would be impossible to not find out if someone was pregnant."). Nero isn't one for blood (obviously) and as long as he has Kyrie, that's all he needs, which I find sweet that Nero has someone to fall back to for anything, especially after they've both lost Credo.

[abstractfrog]

THE GLORIA SCOTT - part 2, and a follow up to my comic for the first half of this scene! thanks sm to @crashingmeteorz for allowing me to source validation for my whimsical cosmic approach to this moment <3

[somethingaboutmint]

Quick ugly doodle of cassidy contemplating her sexuality at some dump somewhere

[zzoupz]

The blog really got the 3 am energy

[foxstens]

leaving comments on fics feels good :')

but i also worry if they're adequate :'(

[good-beanswrites]

haii bean !!! I wanted to bully kotoko request some funnies and sillies :) could you please write a drabble with amane and yuno (and anyone else) annoying kotoko . i feel like amane and yuno would go :3 and kotoko would go >:T… ofc feel free to ignore/dlt this :3

LOL of course! I'm sad I've become the Milgram Bully but I'm glad to give the boys a little break 😂 Thank you so much for the request, it was really fun getting back into the swing of writing with this! (also wooooo it's getting me so hyped for Deep Cover!!) Out of everyone, those two could definitely get away with :3-ing Kotoko to no end...

“Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-sev--”

“Hey, Kotoko?”

“Thirty-se, er, thirty-eight...”

“Kotoko?”

“Thirty- uh…”

“Hey, hey, Kotoko?”

She rolled onto her back, having lost count of her pushups. “Yuno.” Her voice was even between heavy breaths. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Actually, I can see you need a break, and I’m happy to provide one!”

With a grunt, Kotoko sat up to face her. Yuno smiled down, her eyes sparkling with... something. Amane stood nearby, looking just as suspiciously sweet.

“What do you two need…?”

“We’re here to join you,” Amane said. “We wish to work out.”

“Oh? You’ve never been interested in exercise before.”

“Well, you yourself have motivated us to get stronger.”

“I’m pretty sure you just got bored…”

“Of course not! We’re committed!”

Kotoko studied them with a harsh look. They smiled innocently back. She narrowed her eyes. They widened theirs in anticipation. She leaned back. They leaned forward.

Yuno clasped her hands together. “Come ooon~ It’ll be fun having workout buddies! I’m a very hard worker, and you’ve seen how well-behaved Amane is. How bad could it be?”

Very, apparently.

She started with some stretches to get them warmed up. It was impossible to get them to focus, or hit the right positions, or stop giggling. Kotoko tried to tell them about breath control, but they seemed more excited to chatter on about everything under the sun. 

“I’ve always thought of stretching like this and being a famous dancer,” Yuno said. “Like a ballerina…” She did a little set of twirls. Kotoko tried to tell her not to do anything to crazy before they’d warmed up, but she just kept on spinning.

Amane’s eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to be in a marching band. They’re like dancers, a little bit!”

“Ooh, you’re right! I could never be so uniform, though, I want to do my own thing… like an idol or something!” Yuno did another set of moves. No one was following Kotoko’s perfectly timed toe touches anymore. 

“I guess we can get started…”

There was just as much dancing when they began jumping jacks, despite the fact that there were only two very clear positions to hit. Yuno wanted to do sets that traveled around the room, then ones that turned rapidly around in a circle, then ones that turned really rapidly in a circle. She and Amane made themselves dizzy with it. 

Kotoko decided a good, grounded activity would serve them better. They took turns holding each others’ feet and counting situps. Yuno got distracted easily, delving into nonstop conversation whether she should have been counting, watching, or doing the situps herself. She’d use her hands to talk, letting go of whoever she was meant to stabilize. Amane, on the other hand was practically a drill sergeant the way she tried to keep the others on pace. 

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

“Amane, I think you’re supposed to count when I sit up, not force me to keep up with you…”

“Well don’t be so slow about it, and you’ll stay in time. Let’s go! Eleven! Twelve!”

“Ack!”

Kotoko rubbed her temples. Maybe adding some equipment could keep them busy? 

Jumping rope brought new struggles. Yuno spend ten minutes trying to recall a schoolyard rhyme to jump rope to, and teach it to Amane. They both encouraged Kotoko to join in, but she was jumping at a faster rhythm. That became impossible as their chanting filled the room. Moreover, none of them could stay in their own space. There were about five rope tangles before Kotoko decided to call a break.

(She didn’t exactly know what they needed a break from, they’d hardly done anything.) The girls seemed happy to sit down and chat, though. Kotoko reluctantly passed her protein shake over as they asked to try it. “One sip…”

She covered her mouth, deep in contemplation. Maybe these exercises were too easy. It was too easy to get distracted out here in the common area. They’d be forced to buckle down and focus on something more taxing, right?

She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “After this we’ll head over to my cell, okay? I have a bar installed for pull-ups. It’s tricky, but you have to start somewhere.”

“Hmmmm…” Yuno tapped a finger to her chin. “I’m not sure about that. You know… I think you were right. I think we were just bored. Well!” She clapped her hands together. “I guess we’ll stop bothering you now. Bye!” 

Amane joined her for a curt bow. “Thank you for your time.” 

Kotoko blinked after them. “Er, but…!”

Just like that, they were gone.

She released a long breath. She picked up her shake. It was empty.

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the thing they don't warn you about freshly pierced ears is the Sleep Anxiety

[carcarrot]

do i really want to make individual drinks again

[magnoliasandarson]

longing

There is something poisonously romantic to my longing. I lay awake when my mind refuses to slow- racing with fancies of other worlds and unanswerable questions. I relish in the fact my tears have eroded tracks in my skin on their path down my face. I trace them and wish for the river to run again- if only to prove that it still can.

I cower in the darkness and press my palms into my eyes until false stars appear. I count them and search for meaning to it all. I long for the days when all I had were stars.

I had nothing at all, but I had the stars.

When my voice gave out as I pounded my fists against the door, I had my stars. When I sobbed my little heart out, I had the flickering lights above me to steady my breathing. When all seemed lost, there was guidance to be found in the cosmos.

Now I don't have my stars. I have a life, a home, a dream that keeps my blood rushing, but I don't have my stars. I clawed my way from an unearned purgatory, covered my scars with gold and proclaimed them art, and used the skeleton of what I was once to become more. It is not enough.

I used to be so sure. Laid atop dewy grass, the sky revealed my destiny. There was a world beyond the agony; there was a future brighter than the darkness; it was all there for me to take. The stars swore upon the earth that it would be so. Now, when I search the heavens, there is no meaning.

In the most twisted desires of my achy mind, I long desperately for the days of ruined vocal chords, bloody hands, and cosmic truths.

I have climbed the mountain, but my heart rends itself for the valley.

[protosstar]

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[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[sordid-dog]

this shit is going to kill me someday

[ladysophiebeckett]

bond didn't hit on christmas jones bc 1) he was going through it with elektra. 2) he thought she was a lesbian. and bc of that, the second half of the movie looks like he and christman jones are in a buddy cop movie and it's her first week as his new partner. zero chemistry here. like, she almost became his first friend of the opposite sex. the tacked on ending of them kissing and hooking up is so weird. that man is sad. let him be depressed while his new friend, christmas jones buys him a beer.

[gooopy]

Fml. I have mental illnesses for real fhat arent just garden variety anxiety and depression <- sorry it turned into a vent/rant in the tags. The perilous poster

[gaytoddhoward]

i kind of need to be like skinned or put into a meat grinder or something . lol .