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I just wanted to leave a quick note to apologise for my absence around here! A friend of mine has been visiting me from abroad, and so all of my time and attention has been on that! She is, however, going back home tomorrow and so you guys can expect my activity to then also slowly return as of then! Please bear with and forgive me a little longer. <3

On that note if you want to get a hold of me easier (though there too, I've been slow)-- if we're mutuals, feel more than welcome/free to add me to Discord: iniziare

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Rewatched DMC4 tonight, and I was reminded how accurate my tags were in my reblog of that gifset of him: It's my favourite iteration of him or rather, this timeline is exquisite.

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I need to note that honestly, this is my favourite release/rendition/whatnot of Bury the Light, and no one can change my mind. It's honestly been playing since I decided that today was the day I'd start writing Dante— and honestly, it's Vergil's theme. /cue eye roll here.

.......... Foooooorsakeneeeed, I am awaaaaakenneeeed, a phoenix' ash in dark diviiiiineeeeeee. DESCEEEENDING MISERYYYY, DESTINY CHASING TIIIIIMEEEEEE

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More than anything, it was an itch that he'd never been able to feel recede: Vergil. Not merely an existence mingled within his own, but a name that would haunt him to his grave if such release could ever even be his to know or comprehend. But he'd not heard or spoken it aloud in years— not since the glimpse of veins of blue, and eyes of red: empty. Stuff of nightmares, even for him. Those flames bluer still, they would chase him in waking and slumber alike. Jesus, how long had it been? Over a decade? By all accounts, he should be dead; Vergil should be dead. And yet here, this guy, had claimed that he was anything but, and the worst part, was that he believed it on the spot. Yeah, yeah, talk about crazy. Because they never quite die, do they? And part of him knew, had feared that day didn't bring about any finality. "The worst, huh? Some of us are always prepared— kinda gotta be, y'know, comes with the territory of the business. But tsk, tsk, rule one here at Devil May Cry: we don't talk about our feelings or our worries." You guessed it, the result of living with women. Three of them— well, two and a young girl.

It was too easy to fall back into the ease of pretense. Not a guise for his state of being, or his emotions, but a lot of it, the history lodged within mental recesses, the motivations within the palms of weary hands, the doubt in his heart. Honestly, they were none of anyone's business. And yet, this one had given him a name no one else had. How, and why did he believe him? It bothered him still. "And that, pal," the calloused tips of his fingers tapped the magazine in some unease, pages hardly appropriate for the setting or company, and yet it sat in full view on his lap rather shamelessly, "—means yours. Sheesh, and here I was thinking you'd be more of my hype man than Nero." He gave a glance to an old cuckoo's clock in the corner for the time as he sat up, the magazine transferred onto the desk before him as he did, as if it were still functional at all. "Good point, it sure is a treat to be able to flush those toilets again, especially with Morrison and his bowel issues." Time to go fishin'. "So, what do you do, any way?"

@hohuios sent: "Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.”

Twice in one night the Legendary Devil Hunter is faced with doubt regarding his ability to handle the job at hand, but beyond a mild irritation expressed to both Morrison and V, it doesn't seem to wound Dante's pride unreasonably. V raises a hand in a sweeping gesture, letting a moment just long enough pass before he responds. "Pardon my caution, I simply want to be prepared for the worst." Easier said than done when even thinking about the possibility of Dante losing this fight in every detail doesn't leave V with any useful approach to take on thereafter.

Realistically, there is no other option. He needs Dante to fight and win - who else is there who holds enough power to take on an enemy like Urizen? It should be possible; it will be possible - as long as they reach him in time. Turning away from Dante, V lets his eyes trail over the room they're in and the mess that covers every corner of it. Sheets of paper, magazines and empty pizza boxes, crinkled posters of scantily dressed women half peeling off the wallpaper, which itself has yellowed with age and possibly smoke. It may hide in plain sight but the singular focus on one thing only, that V knows intimately, is glaringly obvious in the absence of any meaningful distractions in Dante's life.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you could see this through," V adds after a small silence, his attention temporarily caught by a leaflet promoting an ice cream sale from several months ago that lies on the ground before him. When he finally looks back at Dante, his expression softens into something akin to a smile. "Besides.. my vote of confidence is paying your rent, I believe."

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The infamous son of Sparda.  

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Forgive the mess/emptiness, brand new blog— bear with me!

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flowers grow back even after the harshest winters, you will too.

at your absolute best, you still won’t be good enough for the wrong person—at your worst, you’ll still be worth it to the right person.

the more people i meet, the more disappointed i am.

love can make up for a lot.

maybe i’ll see you in another life—if this one wasn’t enough.

one of the hardest lessons in life is letting go.

don’t wait until you’ve reached your goal to be proud of yourself.

give me all your stress and worries, i’ll take it all just to see you smile.

don’t ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive.

we are products of our past but we don’t have to be prisoners of it.

what would i do if i weren’t afraid?

there is a strange warm grace in not being alone.

closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.

i learned not to trust people.

we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

it is possible to lie, and even to murder, with the truth.

i think i might always be in some kind of love with you.

we fight to hold on and we fight to let go.

i find that music is so much more attractive than love.

if you light a lamp for someone else it will also brighten your path.

i thought i could imagine how much this would hurt, but i was wrong.

deep in my heart, i know i am a loner.

they lash out because if they can see that their words hurt someone else, it makes them feel as if they aren’t completely powerless.

you have nothing to prove to anybody.

what the world needs is people who are alive.

people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.

you have to do what’s best for you—not what’s best for somebody else.

do you say what you really mean?

tomorrow is another chance.

have patience with all things, but first with yourself.

keep moving forward.

the less i know, the better.

don’t listen to yourself—listen to the advice that you give others.

becoming fearless isn’t the point. that’s impossible. it’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

people will say terrible things when they’re scared..

you deserve someone who answers.

you can’t fix me, let me have my bad days.

we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.

i knew this was going to happen.

the truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression.

you alone are enough.

millions of people can believe in you, and yet none of it matters if you don’t believe in yourself.

the love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences.

are you really how you're perceived to be?

i just want to be your peace.

i’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.

falling in love doesn’t always lead to heartbreak.

eyes are blind. you have to look with the heart.

i have always known life damages us. we can’t escape that damage.

there is no way to happiness: happiness is the way.

sometimes you just have to jump.

change is never easy.

keep your eyes wide open, only a coward closes his eyes.

sometimes you make choices in life, and sometimes choices make you.

you can’t always wait for the perfect time.

to live is the rarest thing in the world, most people exist—that is all.

there's no shortcut to forgetting someone. you have to endure missing them until you don't.

it is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.

nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes.

you started caring too late.

that’s the kind of world we live in.

it’s never too late to change the direction that your life is going in.

i take much pleasure in being alone.

appreciate those who don’t give up on you.

when your head lays on my chest, i want you to forget the world and all it’s problems.

only a coward closes his eyes.

however rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.

you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.

bad ideas make the best memories.

telling you to "go fuck yourself" is considered rude in most social situations.

if i had a flower for every time i thought of you, i could walk through my garden forever.

it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

some hearts understand each other—even in silence.

be nice to yourself.

we can be mended, we mend each other.

any goodbye makes room for a hello.

survival is a talent.

never confuse your mistakes with your value as a human being.

allow yourself to hope and believe again.

you need to distance yourself so you can discover what you want out of life.

god gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into its nest.

remind yourself that it’s ok not to be perfect.

people will never forget how you made them feel.

soft hearted people know what people did to them, but they forgive them again and again because they have beautiful hearts.

don’t allow the past to spoil the present—or to rob you of a future.

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#Hohuios. "The legendary devil hunter who sealed away the demon emperor Mundus. The son of Sparda, the demon revered by the Order of the Sword, Dante stands alone between demons and humanity. his mastery of close-quarter and ranged combat has led some to believe he has surpassed his father."

A selective and rather canon-strict portrayal for Dante of the Devil May Cry franchise. This depiction of his character will touch on his appearances throughout the series, from DMC1 up to DMC5, and importantly, the nuances for his character that are introduced in DMC: The Animated Series (x) stand very central here. I have yet, however, to go through all of DMC's written material/adaptations. I'd consider a quick glimpse at the rules beneath! Hey there, I'm Sae (known by/as iniziare) and I'm the one who very passionately writes this cowboy.

Other blogs: Guizhong (Genshin Impact), Seele / Kafka (Star Rail)

Writer/Disclaimer. Hello, hello, I'm Sae, in the dirty 30s, and I'm some weird amalgamation of Dutch/French/Polish with an American accent, who currently lives in France. While in the GMT+1 timezone, my schedule allows me to sometimes be around at rather odd hours for most Europeans, so if you see me hearting your things in the middle of the night... shhh.

Furthermore, I bear no affiliation to Devil May Cry, the character of Dante or anything related. Any and all written and visual (excluding reblogs) material found on this blog however are, unless stated or referenced otherwise, entirely my own.

Social Politics. We're in the old DMC fandom, so let me make this perfectly clear right off the bat, this blog is Spardacest friendly; you will find no disapproval of it here (nor will I respect you if you choose to harass people over this instead of practicing avoidance). There is a very thick and firm line for me between fiction and life outside of it, and so I do not condemn writers here that touch on dark(er) topics in the same league that I do not condemn bestselling authors that do the same. While accepting of these dynamics, with the possibility of venturing into them myself when I come to see a basis for them; the popular Dante and Vergil (DV) is not one that I will adhere to within my portrayal, as I respectfully disagree with the foundation for it (though I understand/respect people who ship/write it).

To add to that, I'm here to write, I do not and will not get involved in social politics of any kind, this includes (but is not limited to): call-out and cancel culture, white knighting in the eyes of anon hate, ship wars, gatekeeping, and real life politics. Aside from the topic noted above, the universe of Devil May Cry is a dark one, and I will not restrict myself in exploring these topics from an analytical point of view. If you're unsure of whether that's up your alley or not, you're under no obligation to follow me and in the same mind, you're free to unfollow whenever you see fit. No ill will. I'm incredibly big on respect, and I happily offer it to you in the same capacity as you offer it to me, it's a two way street. We're adults here, after all.

Shipping/Romantic interests. While Dante is rather of a (tried, true and failed) ladies' man, who may throw the odd comment left/right to women and men alike, this does not mean that there's an automatic opening to shipping with him. I'm a very selective shipper who nit picks way too much for my (and unfortunately, his) own good, so you won't see it easily. Beyond that, I do not believe that he's as easy to ship with as the fandom makes him out to be. All in all, just don't equate flirtations/teases with shipping invitations without hopping into DMs!

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