#daysold

Hark, the cryer in the streets, yet so cowardly that he can do nothing by his own hand.

👀 go off the tea is hot

I promised myself I wouldn’t reply to this because my followers/mutuals don’t deserve any more salt but you know what, I just had breakfast and I’m still filled with said salt so 

The “Nero had/has it better than the twins” people also love to claim the DMC5 ending is a happily ever after one where everyone is happy with what happened and Nero and Kyrie have 6 trillion kids afterwards uwu 

But it’s literally the exact fuckin’ opposite of a happy ending 

It’s Dante and Vergil who get the happy ending. I mean, why wouldn’t they? They’re in Hell together sparring and being siblings and having their fun and uhuhu it’s just so cute isn’t it uwu 

Nero gets the exact fuckin’ opposite of that 

Nero is stuck in the human realm because he has a single friend ( Nico ) and Kyrie and pretty much everyone in Fortuna on his shoulders 

Alongside the rest of the world 

Nero doesn’t get a happy ending 

Nero gets an ending where he has to worry himself sick over the entire human realm because Dante told him it’s his responsibility now. 

Nero gets an ending where he has to live with the knowledge the only family he just now learned he had, left him for one another, because they’re more important than him. 

Nero gets an ending where he has no one to help him out with his newly awakened power. Dante had Lady, sure, but he also had Trish, a full demon that could understand certain urges and instincts the guy would occasionally get. Nero doesn’t get that. 

Nero is completely fuckin’ alone in the sense of having another fellow hybrid or fully demon friend/companion/hunting partner. He’s got Nico and Kyrie, sure, but they can only assure him that he’s not a demon/monster. They can assure him about his humanity. But he doesn’t have anyone who will take him aside and tell him that hey, those occasional almost animalistic instincts and urges you get? Completely normal. It’s something you get once in a while because of your hybrid blood. Don’t worry about it. 

@daysold

The soft blades of grass tickle his skin as they are swept into the languorous, everlasting dance upon the wuthering hills. The late summer breeze brushes her gentle hand across his cheek in her final farewells. The closed curtain of his lashes arch into aureate crescents as a smile seeps into the reposeful contours of his fair features. ❝——That reminds me of a few somewhat similar verses, although perhaps not as grim when it comes to their subject;

                        ❛    I   fail   to   see   reason   to   your   continuous   existence   AFTER   ALL   THAT’S   HAPPENED .    ❜        𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 ,  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 ,         though   he’s   certain   his   words   have   been   heard .   Glancing   off   to   one   side   to   rest   opalescent   gaze   upon   the   enigma ,   HE   AWAITS   EXPECTANTLY   FOR   A   RESPONSE .   Part   of   him   wondering   if   he   would   want   to   hear   the   reason   from   lingering   spectral   image .   In   truth ,   it’s   not   everyday   one   was   granted   the   capability   of   speaking   to   oneself   (   THOUGH   HE’S   NOT   ALL   TOO   CERTAIN   THAT   IT   SHOULD   BE   CONSIDERED   A   BOON   OF   ANY   SORT   ) .

@daysold

PHYSICAL CONTACT STARTERS

  ❝——No shit, dude! Your weird bird thing almost tore my freaking arm off!❞ The ever present fire in his gaze burns all the more bright as he fixates the…being before him with one of his famously scathing glares, even though he is certain it does very little to deter the other from whatever purpose he has come here to fulfill. This is hardly the first time that a band of musicians have passed through their backward, redneck town, yet so far none of them had managed to summon demonic creatures at their whim to attack suspecting individuals such as he.

flirting starters         └  @daysold ;

In nearly every sense of the word, they shadowed one another. Phantasmal things that drifted about the Earth in all their obscurity, unknown to many and likely dismissed by the same lot as if smoky apparitions and no more; alike at a glance but undoubtedly dissimilar beneath the skin, the ink, beyond the eyes and the tongue. As if moved by a force supernal one found himself encountering the other, more than once, and it did not take repetition for one of the pair to realize from the outset that stranger things than he’d ever known had dwelt upon the terrestrial plane; to share in his space (no matter how distant), breathe his air, to traipse through the world in which, evidently, they both had room. Had…anyone noticed? V would not begin to believe he’d indulged in hallucinations! A man could not have been so lonely!

Now it was he, the other, that came upon him to startle the psyche. Whatever nameless phenomenon this was really needn’t surprise the warlock anymore. Certainly, he’d not been responsible for a doppelgänger. There was no fear in him as he’d faced the mirror image, yet to claim he’d not experienced any semblance of uncertainty, some small concern would have been a mistake. Still, he did not cower—oddly accustomed to their shared existence—but accepted his double with a touch of dark humor, delivered flatly and without a quaver to his voice.

“A couple of ghouls, I’d think.”