NOTHING makes whiny gamers shit themselves faster than PvP that forces them to stop curbstomping new and inexperience players and instead to match with people at a similar skill level as them lmao.
It's really pathetic to see.
They go "bro, I just wanna have A CHILL match!" and their chill match is brutalizing casuals and it's like. idk maybe u aren't as skilled as u think if you can only feel like you're having fun beating up people who could never be a match for you
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( continued from here with @holygroundscafe )
Truthfully, he barely remembered getting through the door. After a certain point, everything became a haze of pain and dissociation, only broken up by the occasional detail.
The footsteps that he'd heard behind it, the whirring of his metal hand in his pocket as it balled tightly into a fist. The cold laugh from a face dappled with freckles, and the very satisfying feeling of his right hand connecting with tha freckle-dappled face, giving surprise to those conflictingly deep green eyes. His own stumbled footsteps and the pain coming from his side, quietened only by the bell above he door and a nest of voices he didn't know or couldn't pick apart with a single voice he'd instantly recognised as Milo's.
The blank spot in the middle didn't bother him as much as it probably should have; half of his life was a blank spot, an empty hole where memories used to be with nothing to replace them. He was used to this, and that was likely another thing that should've bothered him more than it did.
The irony of him being friends with a witch who could interact with memories as someone with severe memory loss was not lost on Bucky.
"Thanks," he said, fighting back a wince; Milo had managed to put his hand directly over a sore spot, "for all of this." It hadn't been his intention to cause any problems, to almost fall through the door of the café, to probably scare the customers, but he hadn't been told that trouble had followed him so he was at least glad that the punch to the face had probably made them rethink the decision to follow him. At least the decision to follow him into a back alley, where none of them had been able to get distance.
There was a sigh with the statement that they should get him inside and do things to help him. Usually, if he was at home where he knew every hidden knife and thus knew he was safe, he would have argued. He would have insisted that he didn't need to move and he could just clean himself up later, once the surface injuries had healed. As it was, he just nodded. This wasn't his home, so he didn't get to insist on not moving. Instead, he braced himself for having to stand; there was an ache through his ribs that could have been a break or a bruise and the effort required to stand would only make that ache sharper. The focus on that disappeared with the appearance of the question, though, and Bucky shot him a look.
"You ain't gotta worry about me fallin' over and dyin' or anythin'; survived worse than this." He paused before taking a deep breath and instantly regretting it, fighting back any wincing from that ache. "I can stand. This is nothin'." Despite how certain he was that this didn't look like nothing--because those aches and pains weren't going anywhere--and despite how much he wasn't about to list his top 10 beatings, this didn't make that list.
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i saw you’re currently reading the captive prince and now i have to ask: do you think it’s worth the read? like i remember reading it at sixteen thinking ‘what the shitfuck is this?!?!’, like i hated it, absolutely hated it. but i have no recollection of the plot or anything other than my dislike. and i have had people tell me that they like it a lot, so i’m considering a reread simply to either cement my dislike or change it. would love to hear your thoughts on it just out of curiosity!
Heyyyy omg thank you for asking bc i have LOTS of thoughts about captive prince and i'm ALWAYS ready to rant about it!!
okay so i have very strong opinions about cp (and i need to warn you i've read it like 30 times in the past 7 years). the thing is. most people who say they hate it read the book with the wrong context notion. especially the first book . which is exactly why i give everyone who wants to read it and asks me about it the full trigger warning list and the disclaimer to NOT read the first book as a romance novel. (which is why i get very angry randomly when i remember that audible sorts the first book into the erotica genre which it decidedly isn't imo)
cp being sorted into erotica makes me so mad bc book one is a lot of things but NOT erotica. everything that happens in that book is to show the recipient the worst parts of both the akielon and vetretian cultures and societies and their practices. it introduces the reader the protagonists (well mostly damen but i will talk about that later) and outlines their struggles and motives. so i usually read the first book as something akin to a thriller and/or critique of the society bc nothing that happens in the first book is happy or sweet or erotic or lighthearted or romantic. it's all terrible, terrifying and just plain horror and i feel like that's also what the first book is SUPPOSED to convey.
book 2&3 are where the protagonists and circumstance both change. the protagonists learn and grow BECUASE they're removed from the awful court society and the circumstances they'd been thrown in by intrigues and fate. non of this change in them could've happened if they'd stayed in Arles. it shows the reader that the way they change each other and grow away from their respective cultures is a good thing bc both societies have MASSIVE FLAWS which are highlighted to excess in book one (and which is also commented on in the bonus short stories)
so yes if you read all three books as romance when you first read them i understand why you would've been disturbed by them as everything that happens in the first book is VERY disturbing and massive parts of the second and third book are quite disturbing too. However if one reads it under the prerequisite one would read let's say the hunger games (or any dystopian novel) under i wouldn't say it gets less disturbing but the reader suddenly uncovers a whole other layer of the book.
also i personally think that they get so much better (not in the sense of that it gets less disturbing but more so which makes the story better imo) with every reread bc you know so much more about laurent and his motives and his reactions and why he acts the way he acts whereas the reader now KNOWS the ways in which damen actively misinterprets laurents actions which is SO BRILLIANT bc it shows us that a) damen TRIES and he's a good guy but also that he's an absolutely unreliable narrator bc his experiences were so different from laurents and b) just how much laurent is struggling with the fact that he KNOWS and i love it i reread it SO OFTEN
also sorry this got a little longer than planned oopsie ly have a nice day 🤍
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Trying? Trying??? By learning. By succeeding!
(about this and my text under the cut)
this is very nice actually thank you so much <3 <3 and like, i probably do need to give myself more credit in general but also i am still very much learning and stumbling and figuring digital art out (and for the most part it is so fun)
I’m gonna ramble about this a bit so bear with me and also i apologize lol, but that art was done after a month of getting increasingly more frustrated with everything turning out so badly and eventually realizing that I was trying to 1. copy a certain look/style that i’ve internalized is what fanart and digital art should look like and is very far away from my style/comfort zone 2. i was trying to do everything digital allows without being comfortable with it or understanding it
so (and this took me a month to realize ? ??) i did what i already knew from doing acrylic and oil painting in the past and could somewhat easily transfer to digital without having to know more than the basics, like i didn’t use a lot of the things digital provides or allows for. i used layers for my own peace of mind but without actually needing them and did some color adjusting (honestly, the color adjusting digital lets you do is such a blessing to me) but the only fancy way i really utilized the medium was making it a gif (which is so fun and a lot easier than i would have thought, like honestly watch me make any future art into gifs too) but there are so many things you can do with the medium with settings/effects, different brushes, tools to use in the process etc that i just do not understand what they are or how to implement them so i am very slowly learning digital art as a whole new medium rather than just being able to use it to adapt what i already know
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𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : jestin's penthouse or wtvr.
𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : everyone ( @nepofmstarters )
penthouse remains littered with leftover evidence of a get together he’d been WARNED not to have in the first place – mother’s orders , jestin ! still , now he’s left with a mess to clean up and an IMPORTANT DINNER later in the evening. 11am and you’d expect him to have the place half swept , not for him to just be waking up. the ache in his back from falling asleep on a chair ( bottle in hand , now half - shattered on the carpet ) remains very present as he nearly trudges through the almost empty area. “ hey – ! ” his arm reached out , palm gently shoving against the other’s shoulder to wake them from their ( hangover ? ) slumber on the couch. “ either get up and get out , or get up and help me clean this place up. i’ll make breakfast if you do. ” yeah , because burnt toast and overcooked eggs are so appealing , right ?
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@dementedspeedster cont.
Alright, a pinky promise is a pinky promise. You can't break that. Thad won't laugh at her or think she's dumb. She plopped down to join him, sheepishly showing her left hand. Two fingers had been splinted together with bright pink medical wrap.
"Okay, so I was playing in the Tower cause everyone was on call..." Boredom remained her biggest enemy more than any Jump City Villain. "And, I might have gone into Raven's room at some point to borrow one of her capes. And I know I'm not supposed to do that, because there's dangerous things in her room- but her cape is so much cooler than mine! It's swooshier," she spread her arms to demonstrate her arm twirling for maximum swooshinees.
"I thought I had more time before they came back. I guess I was having too much fun. So I was standing on the edge of the table to be super tall, wearing Raven's cape, fighting my pretend bad guys like 'POW' 'WOOSH'" she mock punched the air, "and then the door opened and it scared me.... I fell off the table on my butt. And a little on my finger." Hence her sad new accessory. Letting out a big sigh she shook her head, softly adding,
"I wish I hurt it doing something cool like actually punching a bad guy."
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@amantesmultorum ╱ hunger games brainrot ( 1/4 )
it'll be our little secret. her father said, putting a finger to his lips. mr. mellark had been providing lunch to the coal miners under his wife's nose for years. anisette joined in on the venture during her last year of school; she'd only accompany him on weekends then but after graduation, she joined him daily. the pair arrive midday with canvas bags bursting with simple sandwiches and assorted treats just as the workers emerge from mines. the baker and his daughter stick out like a duo of sore thumbs with their blonde hair, blue eyes and clean clothes. most of the miners are receptive to the mellark's generosity though, there are quite a few who keep to themselves understandably wary of the merchant class. anisette always thought it was unfair how folks in the seam lived or anyone in the districts for that matter. although the last time she expressed any distaste for the capitol, her mother slapped her so hard across the face her cheek was red for a week.
their usuals shuffle into two lines. the older crowd go to her father while the younger workers gravitate toward anisette. she recognizes most faces from her school days or they'd at least know her brothers. as her line thins out, she notices a boy she hadn't seen before hanging towards the back. he was incredibly striking with his handsome face, grey eyes, long jet black hair and rich olive skin. he also stands out quite literally, cutting a figure so muscular and tall that anisette has to look up to greet him as he approaches. " hi, honey. " her trademark greeting strangely sets her heart aflutter. " i've got plenty left. " she feels obligated to reassure him given his spot at the back of her line. her hand disappears into the bag over her shoulder momentarily before it reappears with a sandwich neatly wrapped in white paper. " these are my father's specialty. " she reaches into the bag once more, this time producing a smaller package, this one is tied with a bow of twine. " and these are mine. ——- they're goat cheese and apple tarts. " anisette hands him the complete lunch with a smile. " i hope you enjoy it, honey. " much to her embarrassment, she could feel a blush creeping up her neck and settle in her cheeks.
" i know you. " she remarked softly. " i — i mean, i recognize you from school. we were in the same class but i remember you graduated early. that means you're really smart, doesn't it ? "
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