#nico ‘nouncements

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Btw anyone who speaks negatively about V fans in the tags will be insta-blocked, you’ve been warned 💗

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Hell yeah fam!!!

Send me anything you want about Life Rewritten (besides when the next update is lol), canon, “Nero and V are brothers” propaganda, theories, headcanons, dumb shitposts, cursed concepts, questions about me, whatever you want! I’m always down to interact with y’all ^_^

(Just remember to keep things generally SFW, because I’m sex-repulsed aroace and NSFW content makes me uncomfortable, and you can always private message me instead of sending asks if you want to chat one-on-one.)

Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself

Totally OC or even about me im cool 💋

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Happy Anniversary, DMC5! ✨

Hard to believe it’s been 4 years since Devil May Cry permanently took over my brain space. This fandom is one of the funniest and most positive internet spaces I’ve ever been in and I love every minute of it. 💗

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In other news I am officially a scientist guys 👩🏻‍🎓

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Posts temporarily suspended on account of me not being able to fucking see what I’m typing, more details at 11

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It looks like it’s a bot that posts the most recent fanfics published in the Devil May Cry tag. It reposted Life Rewritten, but only when it was first uploaded (it said it had 2/? Chapters when it actually has 14/14 now).

This means that literally EVERY SINGLE USER who posts DMC fanfics on AO3 is having their fanfics reposted by an asshat bot.

I highly suggest reporting this “user” if you use AO3.

My fanfics were reposted without my permission

Part of my heart broke when I woke up this morning. I found a blog reposting Devil May Cry fanfics from AO3. The blog is dmcao3. Two of my fanfics were reposted on this blog. I saw credit was given, but I never gave anyone permission repost my fanfics. (I just finished reporting them, so hopefully something will get done. I also took screenshots of the repost in case I may need them later.)

I scrolled through the blog and recognized other writers’ work. So if you write Devil May Cry fanfics and post them on AO3, you might want to check if that blog, dmcao3, reposted your work. (I’m unsure if I should tag the writers I recognized.)

Please reblog so other Devil May Cry writers become aware of this.

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I regret to inform everyone that I am locking Life Rewritten (in other words, restricting access to registered users only) due to recent concerns of AI data scraping by third-parties on AO3.

NOTE: You can still read the fic if you are a registered AO3 user, and guests are still allowed to comment.

Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause for some of my readers. Techbros are fucking assholes.

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From the creator of the critically acclaimed DMC fanfic “Life Rewritten”, here are Nico’s words of wisdom and advice for writers everywhere:

Not every chapter is going to come to you easily. Don’t let that discourage you from writing it.

Eventually, you WILL get burned out. Remember to be patient with yourself during this time.

Vandalism, arson, grand theft, and manslaughter are okay as long as it’s fictional.

End EVERY sentence with a period. Or a question mark. Or maybe even an exclamation point if you’re feeling daring.

Reading other people’s fics can give you just the inspiration you need to get that idea of yours off the ground.

Get up and pee. Now. Do it now. It’s been 10 hours you NEED to take a break.

OCs are actually the backbone of society and it is always morally correct to make them.

Never let one negative comment get under your skin; that person’s a loser and your loyal fans are already beating the shit out of them in the back of a Denny’s parking lot for you.

Next time someone says that OCs are cringe, tell them that Blorbo from their shows will never fuck them.

Adding AO3 tags is like a Youtube tutorial: it needs to be long enough to cover everything, but short enough to keep it interesting.

GO TO THE BATHROOM ALREADY GOD DAMMIT HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS

In case anyone didn’t know, Google Docs has a mobile app and it is a blessing for writers on the go.

Very long words that no one knows the definition of are actually the worst choice for fanfic titles. I’m sorry but someone had to say it.

End your fanfic off with an absolute ZINGER of a period. Or a question mark. Or maybe even an exclamation point if you really want to get jazzy with it.

You know your fanfic better than anyone else. Don’t let some asshole on the internet try to tell you how YOUR story should go.

Opening yourself up to criticism is 100% optional and you are NOT obligated to give negative comments any of your attention.

Unless Capcom literally busts down your door and holds you at gunpoint, you are not required to listen to canon. Like, at all. Write those demon boys however the fuck you want dude it’s called creative liberty.

Umbra. This isn’t advice, I just want everyone to acknowledge my asshole cat OC.

Professional writers literally take years to write their novels. Keep this in mind whenever you’re setting deadlines for yourself.

Now read the first letter of each bullet point.

✧･ﾟ:*April Fools!*:･ﾟ✧

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Okay I know this is off-topic and I TOLD myself I wasn’t going to make posts like this on my sideblog anymore, but I need to talk about the real reason why I haven’t been posting lately.

My grandmother, who I affectionately call Mema, is…not doing very good.

She was admitted into the hospital a few days before my birthday last month because of fluid buildup in her abdomen, due to her kidneys only functioning at 15% capacity. She had known about the unusual swelling in her abdomen for months prior to this, but she had kept cancelling and rescheduling her appointments and making excuses, and as the swelling continued to spread across her entire torso, she automatically assumed it was cancer and internally decided to just let it run its course. My brother, who comes over every weekend to mow my grandparents’ lawn, was the one who found her in bed that morning, and when he looked into her eyes, he said something to the effect that “[he] was staring into the eyes of death.” Mema had let it get so out-of-hand that she hadn’t gone to the bathroom in 2 days, and the toxic buildup was literally starting to kill her from the inside.

My parents immediately called an ambulance. We finally figured out that it was fluid buildup that was causing the swelling, not cancer like Mema had previously thought. Mind you, I had been working a double while this was all going down, and I didn’t find out until 9 PM that evening, when my sister filled me in on the details.

Now, my grandmother has gone to the hospital, followed by rehab, several times in the past few years — she’s very frail and she ends up in the ER every time she falls — so I knew the drill by now: pack up my things, head on over to my grandparents’ house, and stay with my grandfather (whom I affectionately call “Papa”) until Mema comes back home. I already knew that this long-term visit was going to be a bit longer than most, due to Mema’s health condition being more complex, but even so, I figured that she would probably be home in a little over a month — late November, early December at the absolute latest.

And for awhile, things seemed to be going right on track. They removed the fluid in her abdomen, they gave her new medication to help boost her kidney function, they gave her antibiotics to help with a UTI, and gave her a medication to help with her intestinal tract (which has also been a major issue for awhile, but obviously I’m going to leave those details out because it can get pretty gross). Once she transitioned to rehab, she was making steady progress in building her strength back up, too. By late October, she still had a lot of work left to do before she could be discharged, but we seemed to be making steady progress, and the Thanksgiving deadline still felt realistic.

But then, Mema…*sigh* bless her heart…she tried to get up on her own, and (unsurprisingly) fell and broke her shoulder.

So much for progress. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Obviously, this was a major setback on her recovery time — we’re looking at at least another month to allow her shoulder to heal. And to make matters worse, she has another UTI, the intestinal medication she was taking doesn’t seem to be working as well as we’d hoped, and she’s still ridiculously weak. Papa goes to visit her every day while I’m at school, and every night I hear him say, with an increasing sense of foreboding: “She’s nothing but skin and bones.”

We really don’t know how long it’ll be until she can come home, at this point…or if she’ll even be able to come home, at all. The last thing any of us want to do is send her to a nursing home, especially when Papa is still able to live independently…but if this keeps up, we might not have any other choice. And I don’t even want to think about the worst-case scenario — I refuse to even entertain the thought.

Long story short, my grandmother’s health is really uncertain right now, and I really have no idea what my life is going to look like in the next few months. I’m currently staying with my grandfather and I don’t know when — or even if — I’ll be able to come home. If Mema ends up in assisted living or a nursing home, I’ll have to turn my long-term visit with Papa into a permanent move-in for an unknown amount of time — maybe even years. If that happens, would I have to change my permanent address? Would I have to bring my cat with me? Would I still be considered a dependent on my taxes and health insurance if I move out? And how might this affect my borrower status when taking out student loans? And after I graduate, will I still be able to look after Papa once I get a full-time job, or will I be too busy? And if the worst-case scenario happens…like I said, I don’t even want to think about it.

That’s why I’ve been so inactive lately — I’ve got far too much on my mind right now, and it’s honestly all I can do to stay on top of homework nowadays. When I get home, I barely have enough leftover energy to get the chores around the house done, and in my free time, I find myself doing nothing but playing Pokemon ROMs on my laptop, likely as an escape route. I honestly don’t think I’ve generated a single coherent thought this month, and today — as evident in how I have enough mental energy to even write this post — is probably the most mentally cognizant I’ve felt since this whole mess began.

So please just keep my grandmother in your thoughts, and prayers for those of you who are religious. We could use all the help we can get right now.

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Obtw: I’m switching my old #/self reblog tag to #blast from the past to comply with the new iOS restrictions. Just a heads up for those of you who want to filter tags.

(I also might come up with a new variation of #/long post in the near future, since that tag is also very useful for filtering. More info on that later.)

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So looks like, thanks to Apple’s recent clusterfucking of the Tumblr iOS app, I’m going to have to stop using #my art and #digital art in all of my future art posts for the time being.

Thankfully, I already have my #art by emilyofjane tag that I use across all of my blogs, so you can still find my art by searching for that tag.

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It has come to my attention that I don’t have NEARLY enough DMC content on my dashboard.

Reply to this post if you post DMC content and I’ll follow you. (Maybe. Or maybe not. Idk I’m a Libra so I can’t promise anything.)

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Reblogging from my main because this really is monumental to me, and I want to share how strong and confident I’ve become in my orientation with all of my mutuals. I finally have the courage to be openly and unapologetically ace, no matter what others may say or think, and this ring will serve as both a symbol of my identity, as a learning tool to spread awareness to those who don’t know about asexuality, and as a form of encouragement and enpowerment to fellow asexuals who are still struggling with their identity. Through this ring, I hope to show everyone I meet that we are real, we are valid, and we are not alone.

“The asexual ring is always worn on the middle finger of the right hand. The material and exact design of the ring are not important as long as it is primarily black.” (Via AVEN)

For years, I knew I saw sex differently from the rest of my peers. For years, I didn’t understand why sex was such a “big deal” in relationships, and I thought I was missing something. For years, people told me that it was because I was innocent, a late bloomer, or I haven’t found the right person yet. For years, I was told that I‘ll “understand when I get older.”

Well, I’m older now. I’m 21, I’m going into my senior year of college, and thanks to discovering AVEN in 2015, I’ve known for years that my lack of sexual attraction wasn’t a phase, a lack of maturity, or a problem to be solved. For 4 years now, I’ve known that I am asexual — heteroromantic asexual, to be specific.

The “hetero” part of this makes my orientation complicated to explain, both to straight people and to LGBT people. Romantically, I am attracted to guys, but in terms of intimacy and sexual attraction, I feel nothing. I’ve had straight people say that my asexuality is not real, not valid, something that I would magically get over when I find a certain man, something that could be “fixed.” I’ve heard members of the LGBT community say that I’m “not gay enough” to be openly asexual, and I’m just trying to sound special and/or force my way into the community.

I’ve had family members tell me that it’s still “just a phase”, no matter how mature I become. And I’ve had romantic partners who flat-out ignored me when I said I was asexual, and at its worst point, would grope, manipulate me and abuse me emotionally, and even molest me, all in an effort to “fix” me. But I’m not broken; I don’t need fixing. This is who I am, and I’m not afraid to hide it anymore.

Though the gesture is subtle, this ring on my right middle finger is a monument for my lifelong struggle of being misunderstood and invisible, a testimony of how much more confident in myself I’ve become since coming out, and a message to anyone who knows its meaning that I am proudly asexual 💜♠️

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Reminder: if you’re still having trouble with Forbidden Tags™️, go to the Tumblr website either on Desktop or mobile (it’s not on the iOS app because Apple sucks), go to Settings -> Account, and turn OFF “Hide Sensitive Content.”

Since this a 100% confirmed workaround, I’m going to go back to using my old tag system now (using #long post and #self reblog). So make sure to turn off Hide Sensitive Content so you don’t miss out on any posts that happen to be a lil long or anything I self-reblog. Happy scrolling!

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Hey, does anyone have any reference pics of the Devil May cry building in DMC5? Preferably of the overall general layout/floor plan? I need it for a thing

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Omg guys I just realized

I should totally turn those images of peeled vergil/dante/nero into Redbubble stickers

If anyone objects to this cursed product, speak now or forever hold your peace