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yuckydraws · 5 months

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Sleepless, Snowy Nights

Pairing: (Wine/reader)

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You sigh as you watch the falling snow, your breath clouding around you for a moment, before dissipating. You have work in a few hours. You should at least try to get some sleep. Yet, your bare feet don’t move from the cold concrete of the back patio. The brisk chill of the winter air should feel frigid, but after the nightmare you just had, it grounds you. These past few days have been full of stressful, restless nights, and you’re starting to feel the effects.

The end of December, and the first snow of the season is finally here. Chunky, full flakes fall delicately on the grass, slowly yet surely covering up the green.

It’ll be a snow day tomorr- er, later today.

But for now? It’s just quiet. A quiet that only a good night-snow creates. Cars rarely fill up the roads, it’s too early for the plows to be out, and it almost seems as though everyone else in the world is peacefully asleep.

Except you.

“MY LOVE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE IN JUST YOUR PAJAMAS?” You hear your ‘mate’s voice call as the back door creaks open.

And Wine, apparently.

“Just watching the snow.” You answer softly, exhaustion creeping into your voice.

You turn your head to peek at him over your shoulder, to find him approaching you with a blanket. He drapes it over your shoulders, effectively covering most of your body, besides your feet. It doesn’t take him long to notice that, either, because just as he settles in, hugging you from behind, he lets out a small gasp and pauses in the kiss he was about to leave on your shoulder.

“STARS! NO SHOES EITHER? ARE YOU TRYING TO GET SICK?” He chastises, adjusting his hold so that he can instead scoop you off of your feet - holding you in a “princess” style. Once there, he uses his blue magic to tuck your toes under the blanket and cocoon you in. “THERE.” He smiles, satisfied with his work, only to falter when he meets your tired gaze.

“… WHAT’S GOING ON?”

That’s all it takes for your lip to start quivering, and your eyes to well up with tears.

“Oh Dear, Let’s Get You Inside, Hm?” You just bury your face into his chest to avoid answering.

You hate crying.

Shaking, whether from the cold or from the pure exhaustion you’re experiencing, you’re not entirely sure. Nor do you really care.

Wine squeezes you close to him, opening the door with his magic, and closing it behind him. You hadn’t realized just how cold you were until the warm air from your heated home engulfs you.

He doesn’t take you all the way to bed, like you were expecting him to. Instead, he beelines to the living room, carefully sitting on the couch, cradling you in his lap. You just let him adjust your body, too tired to bring your face from its hiding spot. His carefully manicured claws move to stroke your hair, and you feel his worried him reverberate through his ribcage from where your face his pressed against him.

He doesn’t push, or prod, or rush you, he simply lets you release a little bit of that stress into the embrace - and it doesn’t take long for your tears to slow to a stop.

Even crying seems to take up too much energy.

You risk peeking up at your ‘mate… only to find those knowing lights of his trained on your face.

There’s no hiding from Wine. Stars knows you’ve tried.

“IS THIS ABOUT YOUR DOG?”

“… kinda.”

“THE HARDEST PART IS OVER. HE’S OKAY. YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S NOT OKAY. DON’T THINK I HAVEN’T NOTICED HOW YOU’VE BEEN SLIPPING AWAY FROM BED AFTER YOU THINK I’VE FALLEN ASLEEP.”

Busted.

“I-I just didn’t want to wake you. Just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

“I BEG TO DIFFER, WE BOTH KNOW THAT I RUN JUST FINE ON A FEW HOURS OF SLEEP. YOU, HOWEVER, BECOME A WALKING ZOMBIE.”

You scoff.

“I do not.”

He deadpans.

“BUN, WHY ELSE WOULD I FIND YOU HALF NAKED OUTSIDE IN THE SNOW?”

“… I don’t find you funny.”

“THAT LITTLE SMILE YOU’RE TRYING TO HIDE SAYS OTHERWISE.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“NEVER.”

You grumble, knowing you’ve ‘lost’ this round. He is right, though, you can’t keep having sleepless nights… it’s really getting to you.

“WHY IS THIS HINDERING YOUR SLEEP? I KNOW YOU’RE WORRIED, BUT-”

“What if I wake up and he’s gone?” You interrupt, causing his jaw to click shut as his sockets widen ever so slightly. “A-and I would’ve had the chance to help but I was fucking sleeping, and he was just alone in the end?”

Oh, well, hello tears, nice of you to make another appearance.

“Oh, My Love… I Hadn’t Realized This Was Getting To You That Much. I Am So Sorry I Assumed You Were Okay.”

“‘s fine.” You croak, wiping at your face.

“It’s Not, Though, I Did Exactly What Those Assholes Used To Do To You.”

You bite your lip to hold back a rising sob, taking a deep breath, instead. Your next words need to be spoken with certainty, not shakiness.

“You’re not them. You couldn’t be, even if you tried. Despite not being a big fan of dogs, you’ve been loads more supportive than they ever were.”

“I Appreciate That, But I Should’ve Been More Mindful, I’m Sorry.”

In lieu of answering, you just reach up to flick his nasal cavity, causing him to scrunch his face up a bit.

“Stop apologizing for something that isn’t your fault.”

“OKAY, OKAY.” He cracks a smile at you. “BUT, YOU KNOW… YOU ARE SAFE TO SLEEP.”

“B-but-”

“HE’S OKAY. HE’S JUST RECOVERING AND HE NEEDS TIME. AND SLEEP. JUST LIKE YOU, BUN.”

“Okay, b-”

“AND, WE HAVE THE WORLD’S BEST ALARM SYSTEM, ON THE VERY UNLIKELY CHANCE SOMETHING DOES HAPPEN - HIS SISTER WON’T LET HIM MAKE A PEEP OF STRUGGLE WITHOUT ALERTING THE WHOLE HOUSE.”

You snort.

“… I guess you’re right.”

“I THINK YOU WILL FIND THAT I USUALLY AM.”

“Okay, mister, tone it down.”

“ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE SO TIRED.”

“Lucky me.”

He just chuckles at your grumpiness, leaning down to press a skele-kiss to your temple. You can’t help but lean into the affection.

“MAY I BRING YOU BACK TO BED?”

“Are you coming on to me right now?” You tease, earning you a roll of his eye-lights. Your giggle turns into a squeak when he pinches your bum and all but tosses you over his shoulder as he stands up.

“ALWAYS, BUT WE BOTH KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE THAT ENERGY RIGHT NOW, SO HUSH UP.”

“Ppppprrt.” You blow a raspberry in response.

“MATURE.”

Your cackling takes on a little bit of a hysterical form, but it feels good to be laughing.

It’ll be okay.

#this was very self indulgent #comfort for myself haha so sorry if this reads weird #the issue is sorta vague on purpose but yeah #just needed some comfort after this week #and nothing is more comforting than Wine logicing your illogical fears away #… anywaysssssss #I need sleep #also the pacing is pissing me off but I blame the afformentioned sleepiness #yucky yaks #yucky writes #undertale #fellswap gold #fsg sans #wine #fsg sans x reader

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crabsnpersimmons · 2 months

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"Slow down, Sunshine. You're not falling behind and you are loved for more than what you do for others."

#fnaf sun #fnaf dca #dca fandom #crab art #traditional art #self-insert #my OC Esther #please don't copy these tags i'm just going to vent a bit #it's just been one of those weeks #been feeling overwhelmed lately #like i need to keep up #like i'm not doing enough and i tire or lose focus so easily #and i don't feel rested after resting #so i thought i should go back to my roots of drawing the DCA comforting me with words i can't seem to give myself #was debating whether or not to share this #but perhaps it may offer someone else some comfort as well #i'll be okay #this too will pass #it's just been a particularly busy and out-of-control week

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factorialsotherfandoms · 8 months

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There is a strange path which Philza finds while out exploring one day. It winds between the trees, and it is set along its side by flowers - not poppies, not Tallulah's flowers, but flowers.

He hesitates at it for a while, but eventually decides, why not? He may as well just take a peek.

Around and around the little path goes, until eventually it leads him to a little house.

No sharestone.

Odd.

Still... He makes sure his scythe is ready and his armour intact, and pokes his way inside.

Just a little, empty room, with a very obvious elevator inside.

It's a trap - it has to be a trap - but curiosity killed the crow and Philza takes it anyway.

Whatever he had been expecting down the elevator, it is not what Philza finds; from a quaint wooden room to a large area, not unlike the election dinner arena. It is entirely underground, however, the glass replaced with stone, and the stone decorated with buttons.

The stone floor, too, is decorated with buttons.

Or pressure plates, to be more exact.

A great, great many pressure plates...

Philza's eyes trail up from the immediate, to what should perhaps have been the more obvious; where the stage was before is a plinth. On that plinth is a bed, and strapped to the bed lies the struggling form of Forever.

Forever, who vanished into the Nether, and has been missing for weeks.

"Forever!" he calls, to no avail.

There's a knife attached to some sort of redstone contraption very close to Forever's throat, a bloody line already drawn across it.

Blood in his hair, too, matted and dirty. Torn clothes, bruises and cuts and ugly looking burns covering his body, and yet Philza is drawn to the knife at his throat, and the blade at his neck.

He looks around for a clue, desperately for a clue, and finds only arrow traps in the walls.

"Forever!" he tries again.

This time he earns his friend freezing up, going completely still, angled just perfectly to see where something has burnt away the skin across half of his face.

Philza's heart drops through his stomach, but he has to stay strong. He might not have control of the situation, but if Forever is going to get out if this… If Forever is going to get out of this, Philza has to keep his head perfectly level.

"Forever, look at me." He orders.

It takes a moment, and the indescision is clear across Forever's face. After a moment he does, however, turn his head to the sound.

"You're doing well," Philza tries to soothe as well as demand. "Now just stay still, and open your eyes."

"Phil?" Forever's voice trembles.

"I'm right here," Philza repeats. "I'm right here, just open your eyes."

Forever does as he is told, and Philza does his very best to keep his swearing quiet. The eyes that greet his are terrified, bright and scared and the pupils are uneven. He doesn't even know if he is recognised right now, with the signs of a concussion so very apparent on Forever's face.

"It's going to be okay," he promises, forcing his voice to stay calm. "We're going to get out of this."

They so fucking aren't. Anywhere Philza could step is a pressure plate, and any one - maybe more - of them will swing the blade at Forever's throat. From others, arrows. From others still, perhaps poison.

If he had his wings, if he could just fly, he could save Forever.

For now... He isn't quite sure what to do.

"Don't move," Philza instructs, trying to keep things simple. "I'll get you out, just don't move."

He's pretty sure it would be impossible, but he says it anyway. One slip, one movement, and Forever is dead. A knife through his throat, whatever.

And with the Federation as it is... Philza does not trust them not to have forced him to respawn on the bed in which he lies.

"Philza?" Forever asks, voice desperate and confused. The Portuguese that follows is too disjointed for the communicator to follow, so Philza just gently shushes him in reply.

"It's okay," he says in a voice reserved for eggs and panicking teenagers. "It's okay, I'll get you."

He can grapple up to the ceiling, then maybe float down? But the ceiling has buttons on it, and he's not sure it will work. Chorus fruit, perhaps, but it could equally land him on a pressure plate. He looks up and around, searches his backpack, checks his things... Takes a photo, looks at that for clues. Whatever the solution is, it is not obvious.

In the end he has to make a choice.

Still Philza hesitates, until he looks up, and sees that Forever's eyes have slipped shut.

The panic tips over, and he cannot hold it down any more.

"Forever!" he screams. "Forever! Look at me!"

Forever's eyelids flutter, but do not open. Philza curses and screams and yells encourage, but no matter what he does...

Forever manages to crack his eyes open for a moment, whatever he tries to say too quiet and too slurred for Philza to make out.

"Shit, okay, um," Philza looks desperately around for any sort of key.

There isn't one.

"Don't move," Philza asks of him. "Trust me, and don't move."

Philza does not deserve Forever's trust in that moment.

He's given it any way.

The only option he has, in the end, is to step forwards.

The first pressure plate does nothing.

Neither the second.

He doesn't like his chances so he steps to the left a little - still fine.

On gut he keeps slowly approaching, knowing it is inevitable his luck will not last.

It does not, of course, last.

Philza can only be thankful that the arrows in the walls turn to him, not to Forever, tearing through his armour and nestling deep.

He sees the shooter reload, breathes against the pain. Forever's eyes have slipped shut again, and his body has gone limp, and Philza does not have the /time/ to do anything other than suffer the pain.

Step. Step. Step.

Another trap, this time lava starts pouring in from the edges of the room.

Step, step, step, faster now, get Forever and /get out/.

It's the last pressure plate before he can jump to Forever's side that brings hell down upon them; a blade shoots through the bed Forever is laid on, piercing through his chest. Too far to the right to hit his heart, but the blood and the lung and - and Philza can see how Forever /barely/ reacts, even to that.

He doesn't chance the final pressure plate - he jumps over it instead.

"Forever!"

As soon as he is past the worst of it, he runs over, grabbing Forever's hands. He only holds them for a second, just long enough to squeeze them, before he starts unbuckling the straps keeping him to the bed. Somehow, somehow, despite the blade through his chest and the concussion in his eyes, Forever manages to look at him.

"I knew you would come for me," blood drops from his lips as the slurred words struggle to be heard.

"Fucking moron, getting yourself trapped like this." Philza pulls free the last buckle, then looks at the blade.

He doesn't know if potions are going to cut it, and respawn... Respawn is not an option, when he doesn't know where Forever will end up.

There's not much else to try, though; Philza pours potion all over the wound, then ducks under the bed. It's not too hard to disconnect the mechanism, and then all he has to do is...

Forever /screams/ as Philza pulls.

As soon as the blade is free Philza pulls himself back out, slamming one hand to press against the wound while he grabs potions in the other.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're okay," he promises, all he can do between the blind panic himself.

It's not okay - even concussed and bleeding to death Forever can tell that, even blind with panic as his backpack straps slip from his grasp for a moment Philza knows that.

He still pours a potion down Forever's throat, and more on the wound, and begs his lady not to take his friend away.

The winds twist and turn and when Forever passes out Philza cannot pause to worry about the concussion because no matter what he does the wound still bleeds. The potion should have healed it; there must have been something on the blade because no matter what he does, Forever still bleeds.

He bleeds less, and less, but still bleeds.

With one shaking, bloody hand - the other still trying to treat the wounds - he manages to turn his communication's location to public and yell for help in the chat. He does not know if anyone sees. He does not know if there even is anyone to see, he can only bring a potion back to his hand and continue pouring it.

The wound is smaller now, Philza thinks at least most of the internal damage might have finally healed, but the external... The skin is still gone, and the blood is still blood.

Philza is an Angel of Death, not of Life, but he does his best regardless.

Somehow, he stops the blood pouring from Forever's chest.

But more drips onto is suit and

the blood is his.

Some of the arrows came dislodged in his panic, others fell, some just left space from the start.

Philza sits heavy on a bloody bed, rests a bloody hand on Forever's bloody chest, stares as bloody drips hit a bloody plinth, and the lava pools all around.

His awareness narrows until he cannot feel the panic, or the pain, or the adrenaline in his veins, only the delicate rise and fall of Forever's chest beneath his hand and that quiet

drip

[break. This should be a new chapter but I'm taking pity on tumblr]

Philza does not know how long it takes for them to be found, only that Forever is still breathing when they do. Not awake, but breathing.

Family voices swear from the doorway, there is the sound of water buckets placed down, a thousand other sounds he has trained every part of himself to pick up on because knowing those sounds means the difference between life and death.

He does not look up, he does not even think he can. Some of his wounds have closed up now, but others still continue to drip

drip

Someone tries to lift his hand from Forever's chest. He does not know who it is, where they are, but he moves all in a start. He does not even think, he just throws himself over Forever - protect protect PROTECT - and twists to hiss at the offender.

It's only Baghera, wide eyed, hands raised in surrender.

Only Baghera...

Philza backs off, only to freeze again when he sees his blood drip down, mixing with Forever's now drying blood in the gorey pool.

Someone takes Philza's hand.

"Stand down," a voice says. "We're here to help."

Philza must check out for a few moments, because the next thing he knows he is sat, hugged in Bad's lap, the other surprisingly warm beneath him. Someone - Etoiles, he thinks - is dabbing a potion-dipped cotton wool bud along a cut on his cheek.

Shakily, Philza raises a finger to it. He is allowed to - the dabbing turning to his arm instead - and he finds a graze from a clipping by an arrow.

Huh.

He doesn't remember that.

"You are back with us?" Etoiles asks.

"I-" Philza glances around, trying to place himself, and- "Forever?"

"Baghera and Cellbit are looking after him," there's a swish of a tail against cobblestone, though Bad will always deny it. "He'll be okay."

"What happened, bro?" Etoiles pulls out a bandage, wrapping the wound on Philza's arm. "We just see a call for help and then this!"

"I..." Philza's gaze travels back to the entrance way.

"Maybe not just yet, Etoiles, he's still in shock."

"It will help."

"There was a weird building out here, so I thought I'd take a look," Philza frowns slightly, looks at his hands as he tries to remember. "It was... Trapped. And Forever was in the centre. I think... He was already injured, all chained down like a gift. I couldn't... I- look under the bed."

Etoiles does. Philza does not see his expression, and does not bother to pay attention to what Etoiles tells those treating Forever. He just... leans a little harder on Bad - earns an "oof" - and clings to one of the arms around him.

"Cold," is all Philza whispers.

Bad's arms tighten a bit.

"Guys," Bad calls. "I'm gonna get Philza back to the Order!"

Philza hisses.

Cellbit pauses, then, "we'll meet you there shortly."

"Before you pass out on me," Bad whispers to Philza and, okay, maybe Philza feels a little bit bad about that.

He doesn't want to make more problems. He just wants his family, and as he can't have his family, he wants to be sure his friends are okay.

"Favela," Bad reminds him.

Right, yes, warping.

His hands are shaking as he pulls out his warpstone, and Etoiles eyes are definitely worried as he watches the two leave.

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As soon as he reaches the Favela, Philza has to grip the warpstone for support. A moment or two after Bad's arm crosses his back, providing what support he can.

They don't say anything until Philza is sat on one of the beds in the infirmary, a blanket around him and a mug of... something in his hands. He doesn't drink it, just holds it, and Bad seems willing enough to squirm on the chair while obsessively reviewing security footage.

Philza, honestly, cannot blame him.

"Forever will be fine," Philza says, trying to convince them both. "He always is."

Neither of them glance at the bed that has been Forever's so many times that they just leave it decorated with Richarlyson's art these days.

"Drink up," Bad says.

Begrudgingly, Philza does so. Worse, he feels better for the sweetened, warmed milk. He still keeps the blanket, and clings to the warm cup, but the cold is a little more tolerable now.

"Aren't you going to ask me questions?"

"What? And take Cellbit's fun away?" Bad cocks his head to one side. "No, we have enough details for now. Once Forever's up and about we'll worry about that."

"Might take a while," Philza frowns at the thought. "Idiot has a concussion, and a bad one at that."

"Ah, fudge," Bad switches to his communicator, presumably messaging the people left behind. "Maybe before then, then."

"Maybe."

They lapse back into the quiet as they wait for the others. It takes another five, maybe ten minutes, before they stumble through. Forever is, somehow, on his feet - if supported from both sides by Baghera and Cellbit. Etoiles quickly abandons the trio to come sit next to bad.

"You good?"

"Better," Philza tests the shoulder he knows got an arrow in it. "Stings like a bitch."

"Weakness potions do that, yes," he agrees.

Philza's eyes glance to Forever, also sat on a bed and offering a shaky smile and a shakier thumbs up.

"Idiot!" Philza calls over to him. "Don't let the fu-dging bear stab you next time!"

Forever just laughs, coughs up a little blood to Cellbit's panic and Baghera's eye roll, "but you came for me anyway!"

Nobody in the room is impressed to learn that Cucurucho had something to do with this. Philza can see their minds whirring, but everyone has the sense to restrain from saying it aloud.

"Always will, dumbass!" he replies.

Bad cuffs him on the knee for that. Forever, though, gives him a lopsided grin, ended only by the flinch as Baghera forces some drink or another on him.

By the time he is done with it, Forever looks about exhausted all over again. Reassured they let him sleep, though Baghera, Bad, and Cellbit all agree to take turns watching him for the night.

Head injuries, and toture, and all that.

"I guess I should be heading home then," Philza says as they work it out. "Thanks guys."

He tries to stand; Etoiles grabs him, and sits him back down.

"You're staying," he says. "You are not allowed to do that again. And, this way, you can see when Forever gets up again, no?"

Three other pairs of eyes seem to agree.

Philza is too tired to argue; he lies back down.

"Sorry for scaring you," he says, instead of a goodnight.

"Scaring me?" Etoiles replies, though he does not deny it.

"You've got nothing on this idiot," Cellbit provides. "At least you texted and didn't get kidnapped."

Bad just pats Philza's head, then wanders over to give the same to Forever, and then heads out to get some sleep before his Forever-sitting shift.

"Night," Philza pulls the blanket over his head, and pretends he doesn't hear the quiet talking all night.

#qsmp fanfic #blegh ending things #qsmp forever #qsmp philza #etoiles baghera bad and cellbit are also here #not the comfort I wanted but it does wind them nicely down after so it'll do #forever needs a few days close checking then a few weeks with some painkillers and he'll be physically fine #mentally... depends just what else happened in his kidnapping I guess

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gideonisms · 2 years

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since we are a week from nona here are my top predictions. Now I don't have "evidence" for these so much as Vibes. With that in mind:

*alecto in harrow's body, harrow in alecto's body, gideon back in gideon body by end of book

*gr*ddlehark kiss but in the most convoluted angsty possible way before they are parted once again by circumstance

*ianthe makes suggestive comments to john who nopes out of there to the dream bubble where he meets with harrow

*coronabeth badtwin moment

*nona has to sacrifice her identity to become someone she was before, we all cry

*camilla palamedes tragic choice

*Anastasia/Alecto scraps

*mercy/augustine Actual failed marriage pre-necromancy

*john hot professor moment (vindication for me specifically when everyone who isn't a lesbian or a Good People Enjoyer follows me into my toxic waste thirst zone)

*some kid Nona knows becomes a zombie

*3 shakespeare refs this time

*between 5 and 10 bible refs

*yeah I'm still on my nona is alecto bullshit. I don't buy gideon, harrow, or any combo because both of them are intense in ways that Nona is not & I don't think you could go back far enough in their memories to make either one of them easygoing but who am I to say

*fuck it. pyrrha/camilla give camilla a sexy summer fling let's see how complicated we can make this polycule

*aiglamene with a steel chair

*nona not affected by resurrection beast, thinks it's cool & potentially a friend

*tamsyn picks a new character to convince me to like better (babs?? silas??? some new horrible teen I have trouble getting invested in but grow to appreciate by the end?)

and finally

*I don't cry at the expected moment but at a totally different moment that hits me out of nowhere

#nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #ig?#for the shorter preview which i'm using to make some of these guesses which are in all honesty just crack #like this is just me amusing myself #also dni if you've read the arc we're a week from what i consider fair game for spoilers #honestly i'm not a huge cryer for books i tend to just get unexplainable emotions that are the same as drinking too much caffeine #but both prev books did make me cry a little. in h*n it was the one scene where she goes to the planet & she's away from the horrible lyctor #situation & she has the little monologue about bugs & trees & how her heart is an empty burrow but it's okay now that she's alone #in g*n it was gideon comforting harrow after her *own* death. moments that simply.#anyway i hope nona makes me full on sob. stuff rarely does but i need some quality angst okay!! i need my heart stomped on

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highflyerwings · 4 months

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Bought myself flowers today.

#the grocery store I go to has the prettiest little floral section #it’s right by the entrance so it tempts you every time you walk in #I’d been meaning to get some for a while and I figured today was a good day for that #I’m taking the next 3 days off of work just to get some rest after last week #and help the family with anything that needs to be done for my dad #I’ve spent the last 3 days watching and rewatching some of Jungwoo’s movies #because apparently his big sad eyes are comforting to me #can’t explain it #he just makes that face 🥺#and it heals me a little bit

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prototypelq · 4 months

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Learning Judgement Cutting is making me see just How Freaking Much DMC5 camera is broken. In Intricate Detail. It also makes me constantly trying to stare at Vergil's ass, even tho his coat covers it but my eyes automatically train to see where the Yamato scabbard goes to try to line up the JC timing, and I get a)secondhand embarrassment at constantly doing this, b) freakin annoyed.

I love DMC5 I do, but how do you screw your camera so bad.

I understand this is me kind of whining, as I've seen what capable players can do in this game, and they aren't complaining. But you know what, I can and will, cause I'm a newbie to these games. The only way to make your newbie into a combomad is to give them tools and make them have fun while practising. I am having tons of fun practising, watch me do nothing in the Void for 40 mins, that's fine and honestly really fun, my problem is that the tool which I rely on for proper controls, aka camera, freakin sucks bad at its job. And the input controls for combos explicitly depend on this stupid camera to work.

#watch me whine about dmc5 camera for a whole post #sorry for this i am just fuming a little i need to do this #listen listen darksiders games did better combat camera and they are a decade older than dmc5 #they have weird blackscreen cuts of the upper and lower screen but the camera tracking the player and the enemy works wuite nicely #in dmc5 you can dance around the enemy for an entire week and the camera won't budge #the situation where your character gets Behind the enemy so it is actually closer to the camera and now your character is pretty much facing #the camera which Reverts The Controls Backwards is too common for my comfort #please let me know if anyone can come up with a possible explanation for this?#it drives me mad annoyed #trying out basic jc out of neutral position leads vergil to teleporting back and the camera barely moves after him #(fuming)#anyway #cleared some leftover secret missions today (the person who came up with parkour challenges in a game with dysfunctional camera is a sadist)#and learned some jc with vergil the loser #even got a few done is sucession! the timing is so weird its very hard for me #also vergil has an insane amount of useless inputswhich make remapping him hellish #dmc5 #dmc #i am a whiny bitch today

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apollo-kid-writing · 2 years

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This is a really old topic but I’m re-reading Titan’s Curse and I think I’ve finally come to a conclusion about Bianca.

The thing is Bianca isn’t wrong for joining The Hunters, that isn’t the issue. She’s allowed her own life outside of Nico and if she wanted to find family and friends in The Hunters while serving Artemis that’s completely valid and she’s allowed her own choice. She’s not selfish for wanting a life, despite what Percy says (he’s an unreliable narrator, we all know this).

The issue is the timing. Bianca and Nico have just been rescued and introduced to Demigod life for the first time, after an attack that (supposedly) killed Annabeth. They’re roughly twelve and ten years old, and while they seem to take it well enough (or at least Nico does) you have to acknowledge that would have shaken them up a bit.

Personally, I think it was really messed up Zoë and Artemis suggested joining immediately without even giving Bianca the time to learn more about Demigod life or even just talk to her brother, but beside that the issue I take with Bianca’s decision is how she joins immediately, without even seeing camp. We can argue all day about her ‘abandoning’ Nico but the reality is, he would have been fine if he’d had some time to acclimate to camp.

It’s mentioned when convincing Bianca to join that Nico will be taken care of but Bianca and Nico don’t know this for certain, they’ve never been to camp. Even if Artemis says he’ll be looked after that doesn’t guarantee Nico will get along with anyone there or that he’ll adjust well without Bianca there to help. Not to mention, I find it really strange Bianca is fine to leave Nico in strangers care when Nico mentions she’s strict about him watching PG content. She’s protective and yet she’s happy to essentially leave him on his own?

TLDR: Bianca isn’t wrong for joining The Hunters, she’s allowed to want her own life and The Hunt is an option for girl’s. The issue is really the fact she joined without even making sure Nico acclimated alright, and that’s what’s selfish about her decision.

#nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #pjo series #pjo #someone is gonna take this the wrong way I know it #I get Bianca is 12 I’m not saying she should have to be responsible for Nico #and her making a rash choice like that makes sense for her age #but people calling her selfish are calling her selfish for the wrong reasons #Bianca isn’t selfish for wanting her own life #anyone in her position would want that #I just think she’s selfish for essentially putting her brother’s safety in the hands of strangers #and not acknowledging that Nico would probably suffer having so many drastic changes in his life all at once #the reality is he needed her and she left #that’s what makes her selfish #which makes her a nuanced character! don’t misunderstand I like Bianca #like if she’d joined The Hunt a few weeks after getting to camp I literally wouldn’t have cared #because at least then Nico would be comfortable and even have some friends #and anyone who makes the argument Bianca probably thought she wouldn’t get the offer again is right #but that just brings up my issues about how she was recruited and how manipulative it felt #which I won’t get into here #erin’s thoughts

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