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wolveria · 1 year

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The Raven’s Hymn - Ch 20

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: “Well, yes. But I would also consider you to be something of a… friend?”

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Your first morning waking in 049’s bed was confusing, to say the least. Confusing, but not alarming. You’d woken up alone for as long as you could remember, definitely since you’d started your employment at the Foundation.

So to stretch and look up to find 049 at its desk, pen still in hand as it looked up from its work, giving you that funny little warm expression that was expressed so well with only its eyes, you were… well, not happy. But not far from it. It was such a strange feeling, and you realized why. It was unfamiliar.

“Good morning, Doctor. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” you said with some surprise, sitting up to find you had. Your body still ached from the tests inflicted on it, but mentally, you were doing better than you had since this whole mess had started. “Did you… sleep at all?”

“No, but as I said, I do not need rest. Do not concern yourself, my dear.”

With a blink, you realized you actually were concerned. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d worried over the SCP. Reid has formed an attachment, no doubt the psych eval would proclaim. Of course, at this point, a psych eval would say a lot of things, none that would matter now that you were no longer a person.

That reminder robbed some of your newfound contentedness, but 049 moving closer pulled you out of the beginning of a spiral. It stood from its desk, hands clasped politely in front of its hips.

“You are free to use any facilities you need. I shall be in the middle containment chamber to afford you some privacy.”

049’s consideration of you once again caught you by surprise.

“Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate that.”

The SCP seemed pleased as it always did when you used that title, though even when you called it “049” it didn’t seem to mind. You wondered what it thought of being called by a number, or if it thought about it at all.

Once the SCP left the inner containment chamber, you sifted through the bag and pulled out the day’s garments. A white jumpsuit with the Foundation symbol, some underwear, socks, and even a tie for your hair. There were other toiletries inside, and while nothing from your quarters was included, you still had the sense of Dr. Puli’s hand in this somewhere, making sure you had what you needed.

This was confirmed to you when after your exposed shower (honestly, Leahy couldn’t have spared a curtain?), you went out into the middle chamber and found a tray of food waiting for you.

This wasn’t D-Class food or standard cafeteria fare, either. Previous sites that had housed 049 had sometimes given it food, not because it needed it but because it enjoyed it. They would provide things like seeded rolls, hard cheese, fruits of a wide variety, and a glass of red wine.

The same kind of meal was laid out before you, a large plate with enough food for two, along with a glass of wine. Well, the glass was made of plastic rather than anything breakable, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that Dr. Puli had done this. You hadn’t been forgotten.

How fragile was your mental state that a rather simple meal was nearly enough to bring you to tears. You blinked away the stinging, aware of the dark observation glass. The camera in the inner chamber was easier to bear mentally then the large window set in the wall, and you were once again under the pressure of being a bacterium under a microscope.

“Are you not hungry?” 049 asked with at tilt of its head, noting your frozen stance near the inner doors. “You should try to partake in something, even only a bite or two. It will do much for clearing your mind and bolstering your strength.”

You didn’t feel particularly strong right now, nor was your head clear, especially when 049 looked at you that way. As if it cared that you ate enough, or slept enough, or if you were feeling well.

“Right. You’re right,” you said, approaching the counter where the tray was perched. There was no dining table to speak of, and you sure as hell weren’t eating off the autopsy table, so you settled for the counter nearest the door. There was a deposit box set into the wall for items to be easily transported in and out of 049’s chamber, explaining how the tray had gotten inside the cell.

“Are you going to have some?” you added, eyeing the amount of food heaped onto the single plate. “I don’t think I can eat all of it, especially after… not eating for a while.”

Because I wasn’t fed, you didn’t tact on. It had been on purpose, keeping your stomach empty so you wouldn’t have much to throw up during all of the tests. They’d kept you hydrated during the last testing phase with IVs, but you couldn’t remember the last time you had a solid meal, and you salivated as the smell of warm bread hit you.

“I will partake after you’ve had your share,” 049 said, eyes holding both humor and a touch of concern. “And the wine is yours. I anticipate your need is more than mine.”

“We both need it,” you mumbled, but you definitely weren’t saying no to the wine. Food first, otherwise the alcohol would hit your bloodstream like a freight train. It was tempting, but you tended to be a happy, affectionate drunk, and considering 049 was the only one here… It wasn’t a smart idea. You were acting foolish enough as it was.

You started with the loaf of bread first, splitting it in half and taking out small chunks to chew. There were several kitchens in the facility, and you wondered if this was from one of the SCP-designated kitchens, or a normal staff one. There were many SCPs that required food, or some kind of sustenance, and the SCP-designated kitchens were kept separate so there wasn’t any cross-contamination between the human foods. After all, there were more than a few SCPs that required humans as food.

After you managed to swallow down a few bites of bread, you added the fruits and cheese to the mix, picking out a particularly plump fig.

“I didn’t even eat this well at home,” you said while chewing, covering your mouth in case the ever-polite SCP found it rude. But it simply cocked its head, continuing to watch you as it had done while you ate. You found you didn’t mind.

“Home?”

“Before I started working for the Foundation,” you clarified. “Once I became an employee, I couldn’t leave for obvious reasons.”

“I see. And what was home before that?”

You blinked. None of your coworkers had ever asked about life before. It just wasn’t something anyone did, maybe because it was an exercise of self-inflicted misery, bringing up memories of people you couldn’t see and places you couldn’t go.

But you liked 049 asking. It was probably simple curiosity, but the interest was nice.

You described your hometown, where you’d grown up and a brief mention of your family. Lingering on them for too long filled your chest with heavy lead. At least they wouldn’t worry about you, not for a while. They didn’t know the nature of what you did, or even that the Foundation existed, but they knew you were gone for long periods of time for your job and that it was normal.

Very few people got to live off-site, and vacations were few and far between. Just another reason that raising a family while working for the Foundation was discouraged. Relationships between coworkers, funnily enough, was allowed. You supposed even the Foundation understood that their people needed companionship.

But you’d avoided those kinds of entanglements. In fact, you barely had any friends. You were friendly with people, but you weren’t close to anyone, not like…

Your gaze rose, landing on 049. It shifted its head at your sudden attention, in a way that made you think of a raised eyebrow.

“What about you?” you quietly asked. “If you weren’t here, where would you call home?”

049 stood straighter, apparently pleased at your question.

“As you know from my travels, I was frequently nomadic and tended not to remain in any one place for any length of time. There were certain places, little villages tucked away in the mountains, farming communities that relied on building canals from local rivers, places such as this where I was content to stay for a time. They were isolated, free of the Pestilence. Those were… restful places. My presence, however, was not welcome for long. A visage such as mine is foretold to be an omen of misfortune.”

You smiled a little, though the image wasn’t funny. Your smile was due to the fact that 049’s face had become a good omen. It meant a rest from pain and fear. You hadn’t forgotten what it had done to Daniel, what it was still capable of doing to anyone it saw as infected. But at least, to you, being around 049 was the safest and most comfortable you could be.

Not to mention well-fed. You pushed the plate toward it, indicating you were finished.

“I don’t think you’re an omen of misfortune. I consider you to be…”

049 slightly leaned forward at your pause, and for once, its expression was strangely unreadable to you.

“A respected colleague?”

“Well, yes. But I would also consider you to be something of a… friend?”

It shifted onto its heels, mulling the word over, its eyes losing their sharpness as its gaze drifted.

“Even with the knowledge that I do not have a penchant towards friendship, you would still wish such a thing? Generally speaking, such an accord does not end well for the other party.”

A roundabout way for 049 to speak about the death of Dr. Hamm, but there was unmistakable regret buried in the words. Even years later, and still maintaining that Dr. Hamm had been infected with the Pestilence, there was something about this death that bothered the SCP. It was one of the things you’d noticed going over its file, and it had been a first clue to you that there was more going on with 049 than an obsession with some undetectable disease.

“I’ve faced worse odds,” you said, raising your glass to it in a playful toast. “So, I’ll take my chances.”

If 049 had feathers instead of robes, you imagined they would have ruffled form the way it stiffened and then relaxed.

“Well, then.” It cleared its throat, the first time you remember it ever doing so. “To friendship?”

Not having a wine glass of its own, 049 picked up its half of the loaf and held it up. You snorted, which bubbled up into laughter, and you had to steady your hand so as not to spill wine all over yourself.

“To friendship,” you said, tapping the edge of your glass against his lump of bread, swallowing down another giggle fit. But 049 took it in stride, its eyes bright with its own kind of silent laughter.

Downing the wine after that was both a pleasing and a curse. It wasn’t enough to get you drunk, but the burning in your throat was pleasant and the warmth in your stomach spread throughout your body. But it also made you a little too comfortable. You were disappointed when 049 didn’t actually eat any of the food—you were dead curious to see how it actually ate, as no one had been able to figure it out yet—but it did take you on a brief tour of its room.

And by tour, it was essentially 049 showing you the small, humble bookshelf. You knew the titles that were there, but it still proudly pulled out a few of its favorite. Jules Verne, Mary Shelley, Kurt Vonnegut, Charlotte Brontë, Jane Austen, Octavia E. Butler, and others less well known. You’d always found the list of books interesting, as 049 had apparently requested these itself. There were at least two medical texts and one on human biology, but the mixture of science fiction and historical romance was an intriguing choice.

The hardbound copy of Lady Chatterley’s Lover was especially telling, though you blamed the heating of your cheeks on the glass of wine. The lack of alcohol in so long had made you a light weight, that was all.

It followed your gaze, mistaking your focus as literary interest.

“You are welcome to read anything you wish during your stay. I do not mind.”

“Oh, thank you.” You imagined curled up in its bed with one of those romances, especially since that was an uncensored version of Lady Chatterley’s Lover—

You were passing on the wine next time.

“Of course,” it said generously. “Anything of mine is also yours.”

Definitely, absolutely no more wine.

The day passed in pleasant, comfortable silence. You picked out a Jules Verne to start on, and 049 thumbed through its journal, stopping to add a note here or there. You wished the text was decipherable, and you might have asked about it but for now you were satisfied with simply watching the SCP. When it was focused on its work, it seemed to forget you were there, allowing you an unimpeded view. There was only so much you could record and observe through cameras and glass. It was something altogether different to be able to catch the slight rustle of its robes as it moved, the soft intake of each breath, the rare low hum in its throat when it wrote down something of particular interest.

You didn’t realize you had been staring over the edge of the book for some time until its gaze shifted to yours, a glint in its eye at catching you staring.

Your lips twitched into an apologetic smile before lifting the book and burying your attention into the pages, your face heating. It had been some hours since breakfast, and you could no longer blame the wine.

Lunch and dinner came and went, and though 049 still didn’t eat and insisted you eat all you wanted, you shared pleasant but surface-level conversations together. The SCP seemed almost distracted, easily getting lost with its thoughts, which only served to catch your interest more. But you wouldn’t prod. If 049 had something it wanted to share with you, you could wait. You were both on the same side of the observation glass, after all, and it was no longer your job to poke and pry. You could simply be, and so could he.

It.

There was no clock in the chamber, but the meals gave you a solid way to gauge the hours, and 049 had an internal measurement of time that was accurate down to the minute. You knew this, because there had been plenty of tests documenting 049’s inner clock. It could also tell the directions to the Earth’s magnetic poles, but that made an odd kind of sense to you. Couldn’t migratory birds do the same?

When your eyelids started to droop and you could barely keep them open, 049 announced the time as ten after 9 o’clock, and that you should perhaps get some sleep.

The SCP was courteous in leaving the inner chamber whenever you needed privacy, but you were still disgruntled over the fact there wasn’t even a curtain between you and the single camera. You knew the reason why—no containment chamber was allowed to have blind spots, but it wasn’t as if you were going to plan your escape while washing your hair.

More likely, they were watching to make sure you didn’t seek a different method of escape, but death at your own hands wasn’t an appealing option at this point. The Site Director hadn’t succeeded in breaking you yet, and you wouldn’t allow him to. You were too stubborn and spiteful; if he wanted to break you, he would have to push you so far it would most likely result in your death. That wasn’t a great option, either.

Plus, the idea of leaving 049 all alone, with no power and no advocate to protect him from Leahy’s cruelty… It was unthinkable. You would just have to survive long enough for things to change. They would, inevitably. They had to.

The Site Director was straying into dangerous territory, and one day, he would slip up. You hoped you got a front row seat.

Curling up in 049’s bed under the covers that night, knowing the SCP would be at its desk in what was becoming a nighttime vigil, warmth spread throughout your stomach and limbs. 049 might be protective over you, but it was just as much your responsibility to protect the SCP from rough treatment. Starting with that damn shock collar still latched around its neck.

Determined to find a way to get your old boss to agree to removing the cruel device, you closed your eyes and let the heavy weight of sleep drift over you, knowing at the moment, someone was watching over you.

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#the raven's hymn #scp 049 x reader #scp 049 #scp fanfiction #scp 049 fanfiction #wolveria writes

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storytimewriting · 4 months

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Shattered Display Case

Finally remove my heart from its glass case and let it sit in the hands of another. Grow in size, lighten up, gain color, changing in response to the hands that love her.

She may still be dropped. She may still struggle and shatter. And while it will be sad to watch her break from lost love, to never have been loved at all is still sadder.

She’ll always be taken care of by me, picked up, glued together, polished and clean. She’ll never question how soft and gentle love can be.

She will remain malleable, changeable, and breakable, but never permanently unavailable.

She’ll be held by a number of different hands, be given the sunniest of days and the darkest of nights, experiencing life’s endless offers of lows and highs, but she will never dropped by the same hands twice.

Until she is healed, she may sit in her case, but never will she be permanently on display.

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hellcatinnc · 9 months

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Day 2 Husbando - Saint Germain

Ok this is definitely my number 2 no doubt about it from his looks on out. Now here is my break down that this man is husbando material to me.

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He Has Style

He has such a sexy victorian era styled outfit and I love the color purple making him really know how to please me.

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He Is Beautiful

He is absolutely breath takingly beautiful. From his smooth white skin to the way his hair falls on his face he is genuinely one of a kind. I never knew a man could be beautiful but he really is I honestly think he is one you could stare at every day forever and be ok.

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His Naughtiness

Underneath all that sophistication this man has a naughty side. When he will tease you before he pleases you, but he does it in a loving fun way. He will look at you with his bedroom eyes that tell you all he wants to do to you without even saying a word. He picks his words ever so tenderly to make sure he gets your attention yet isn't vulgar in how he tells you he wants you.

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He Is Sexy

When he finally takes all those layers of clothes off and celebrates at the beach with you he has got one sexy body even though you never knew with all he wears. He has such beautiful skin and when its nice and wet and he is nice and wet well your mind would definitely wonder off to what is next. He doesn't have to be overly flirty or wink at you like most guys he can walk into a room and look and smile at you and he has captured your heart.

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Will Bring you Flowers

He has a garden he grows such lovely flowers. He is the man that cuts them and leaves them on your side table so when you get up every morning you see them. He surprises you with flowers at any time just to say he loves you. He knows your favorite flowers and he makes sure he grows them. He will never forget your birthday, anniversary, or valentine's. On Valentine's day you can expect to have fresh white roses to tickle your senses.

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Loves Kisses

Any chance he gets he would steal a kiss from you. Whether they be passionate kisses or sweet kisses in the day he wants your taste on his lips and his on yours. He likes to kiss spontaneously and grab you when you least expect it and he will kiss you in front of the world, he is not ashamed your his.

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He's Romantic

The way he goes out of his way to kiss your hand or pull you close to dance with you, he will sweep you off your feet and take you around the world. Even the way he proposes he spills his heart out there leaving every chance to break it yet he trusts you want. He is passionate with his romance and would go to the point of sweeping a woman off her feet every day with his sweet words.

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He Will Fight For You

He would fight for you, he would beg for you, he would die for you. This is the man he is but it breaks him if he remotely thinks the woman he loves is in love with someone else or might leave him. He is over the top and can be dramatic to get his point across he is even willing to kill for you however his love is true and he would never let anyone hurt you.

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He's Tender

He will hold your hand, cuddle you, watch the sunset with you, he will dance with you under the moonlight, with his tender heart when he loves someone he is so tender and delicate like they are breakable. He doesn't want to do anything that would shatter the way he sees that woman or how she sees him. He is the man that would sit beside you and hold your hand when your sick. This is what makes him so genuine.

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He's Possessive

This is not always a bad thing, he comes from a era that a woman is her partners property however over time I feel he has changed enough to give his partner freedom as long as it means not with another man. He is smart to want to keep his woman to himself but at the same time it comes off sexy that he has no problem telling someone your his.

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Hope you enjoy all the ways I feel Saint Germain makes a good husbando do you agree?

#anime #otome #shoujo #shoujo anime #gaming #anime challenge #code realize #saint germain #husbando challenge #challenges #husbando #sexy anime men

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katastrophic-n3vulaa · 2 months

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just putting this into the world. this is not a story that needs to be told, but whilst i am semi-present, i think i should try to articulate this.

'this' being my experience with gender.

my experience with gender is a weird thing. sometimes i'm ok in my body- it's never perfect, like a slippery skin suit either too big or too small- but sometimes it's ok. these times i'm a girl.

other times, my bones and joints and skin feels too tight and it hurts more than usual. i can feel like i want to metamorphise and become a human butterfly. these times i'm a combination between a girl and a human.

on the bad days, i can feel my ribs in my skin and the skin on my legs and the muscles in my shoulders and all the bones in my body and everything hurts. those days i want nothing more than to fade to dust or peel the skin from my bones and die in a pool of red. those days i am very far from both humanity and being a girl,

but life goes on, and so must i.

if i could, on the bad days i would only have a name. but no one knows its a bad day except for me unless they notice. they never do. so i continue as a bloody butterfly in a chrysalis of veins and nerves and skin.

the body i inhabit is far from perfect, or normal. when i lie down it bruises because the body cant produce enough to protect me. gender is a biological category.

so on the good days the body i inhabit is an ok size, with aches and pains and bruises. other days, i am not in a body but a chrysalis of blood and bone and i can always feel it changing and moving and shifting. on the bad days the thing i'm in is so very wrong because i am so very far from humanity and the outside is purple and blue and it feels like its splitting at the seams to escape so the thing dies in a pool of ruby.

sometimes the body is female, and i'm ok with that. other days, it is a chrysalis and it is so very human and so very breakable, and i am simply a human. then on the bad days... i havent found something that works for the bad days yet. i say i am agender because i don't have a gender on the other days or the bad days. the other days i have found they/them to work. the bad days... that doesn't work very well, but it's the best i have found.

all that being said, i do not care at all for pronouns. i could be everything and anything all of the time. to myself, i am both agender and female, and there are names for that. the bad days i don't have a name for yet, but that's ok. on the bad days i'm not even in the head of the thing, so pronouns don't matter.

no one in real life knows about this, and they likely never will. but that's ok. they could talk about me as anything and it'd be ok, because even though i have some of the ones im comfortable with, it doesn't matter if i don't even know. the body i am in is female, so i am a woman to those people. i'm ok with that on the good days- and the other days, vaguely human-like adresses work- although i have noticed that masculine pronouns aren't right, so i don't use them. things like they/them or it/its are good for those other days.

the bad days i don't know.

i think i've repeated myself a number of times here. but my journey to the gender-like descriptors i have now is much longer and more complicated than this. this is just where it's at for now.

if you're here, thank you, even though i don't know you.

this is the end of my story for now.

#gender #agender #nonbinary #pronouns #my really weird gender journey #although i do mention non-humanness #i'm not anything else either #just kinda a thing #...anyways #archive

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wyrm-in-the-apple · 2 years

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999 Apples on the Tree...

(I wanted to snowclone “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” but it doesn’t scan, alas)

Anyway, apparently, Nightmare eating 999 apples isn’t just a Dreamswap thing, but is canon to og Dreamtale.

And I just-

Has anyone who writes Dreamtale ever eaten an apple? They’re not like grapes, where you can just pop one in your mouth and go on! Apples are about the size of your fist or your heart. They’re not made of juicy breakable vesicles like oranges, but thick foamy flesh that slows your teeth as you tear through it. And even four bites along the four axes will still leave plenty of flesh on the core!

And I’m supposed to believe that Nightmare chowed down on 999 apples while an angry mob was bearing down on him?

This bothered me. It bothered me because it’s so intuitively bonkers that I kept ruminating on it. It breaks my suspension of disbelief more vigorously than even “Tree that provides all emotions in the multiverse”.

And what was worse - I didn’t have facts. I just had vibes.

So I did some research.

Firstly - how long does it take someone to eat an apple?

I decided to give Nightmare a good shot at speed-eating, so some creative googling brought me to this website of user-submitted records.

Bedlington, County of London, England / October 4, 2009 Billy Walmsley ate an entire Pink Lady apple in 56.31 seconds.

(One thing you’ll notice is how much time is spent chewing.) However, that’s the original time. The fastest time submitted to that website is:

Sydney, New South Wales, Australia / February 15, 2014 Isaac H-D ate an entire apple in 38.10 seconds.

So for speed-eating of apples, the time appears to be somewhere between a minute and 30 seconds.

Now, I doubt that Nightmare is meant to be an apple-eating champion, but this gives us some numbers to work with that are biased in his favor.

Rounding to ‘an apple a minute’ gives us some easy math: 999 apples takes 999 minutes to eat. Divide by 60, and that gives us 16.65, or roughly 16 and a half hours.

Sixteen and a half hours.

We can halve that to get a steady apple-eating pace that’s something closer to the current world record (as submitted to recordsetter.com): 8.325, or close to 8 and a quarter hours.

That’s an entire work day.

For Nightmare to eat all 999 apples, it would take him an entire work day, without breaks.

That is absurd (and validating to have actual numbers).

But! That’s only one aspect of the equation. The other is the angry mob. How many apples could Nightmare conceivably eat before the mob gets to him?

The tricky part here is trying to find out stats on how fast an angry mob can move. It can’t be human running speed, because a mob is made of disparate entities - some slower, some faster - giving the crowd its own movement that’s different from the sum of its individual parts. Unfortunately, google has difficulty parsing what I want when I ask it “how fast can an angry mob run”. Luckily, I did find some data!

Pedestrian dynamics at the running of the bulls evidence an inaccessible region in the fundamental diagram (Parisi, et al. 2021)

Scrolling through the article, it looks like the speed of the crowd varies from below 1.5 m/s to a maximum of 3.5 m/s. Again, to give Nightmare the best chance, let’s go with the minimum and assume the crowd is moving at 1.5 m/s. Thankfully, this also allows easy math.

If it takes Nightmare 1 minute to eat an apple, and the crowd is moving at 1.5 m/s, that means the crowd can cross 90 meters in the time it takes Nightmare to eat one apple.

An American football field is 100 yds, or 91.44 meters. An angry mob could cross nearly an entire football field in the time it takes to eat one apple.

If we give Nightmare more leniency and assume he’s a speed-eating champion, taking only 30 seconds to eat an apple, then the crowd can cover 45 meters in the time it takes for him to eat one apple. He can thus eat three apples in the time it takes them to cross an entire football field.

So yes, even this pile o’ cores is unrealistic:

#dreamtale #not bwb #og dreamtale #dreamtale au #text post #being silly #overthinking #suspension of disbelief #apple incident #math

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thewatercolours · 1 year

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Previously on "Rippling Consequences..."

“You never told me stories like this one when you were alive, Grandpa.”

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Manny dashed the glass to the stone floor, broadening the wine puddle and filling it with shards of glass.

“No, your majesty. Unfortunately for you, your mind is quite safe, at least so far as your transforming body is concerned. I can’t say what eking out your last miserable stretch of life in an overgrown dumbwaiter shaft is going to do to it. Because I unhappily won’t be able to check in on your again for quite some time. This place has its effects on me too. So please, on my behalf, notice every little change, won’t you? If it eases your mind, know that you need have no worries about Daventry. It will be in…” he reached out, and took Graham’s limp goblin hand in his, “capable hands.”

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Orma patted his elbow encouragingly, and made the subtlest of snatches for his hand, now at his side again. He only just swept it away in time, shying back. Zards – maybe she only wanted to read his palm or something, but it unsettled him the way she kept her eyes on where his hands were, whether they were evident or not.

“Why do you keep grabbing for my hands?”

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“Gwen says she remembers him mentioning that some details might have changed over the years, and that he left out some parts he wasn’t fond of.”

“But Alexander, he never kept anything from Mum. When they got engaged, he was even confessing times he stole jam from his mother’s pantry as a boy, just so she’d “know what she was getting into.” He’d have mentioned transforming into something inhuman. And she would have told me, I’m certain. After Dad died, she racked her brains to tell me anything I might not know, just so nothing would be lost when she went too.”

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The following night, it’s even more difficult to stay alert. The unreasoned part of Ken feels like it simply will never end. He’s already been on duty round the clock four days. It’s not right. They ought to create an addendum to ensure guards on duty are relieved within five hours.

There already is such an addendum.

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“Most people in Daventry know better than to wish without caution, Your Majesty," said Number One. "One never knows who might be eavesdropping.”

Graham glanced over his shoulder with a befuddled frown. “What? Is it a really embarrassing wish, or something?”

“No."

"Well then?"

Ugh... sometimes it felt like life was determined to railroad him onto the Path of Bluntness. "It’s a matter of fairies.” Graham stifled a chuckle, and Number One squared his shoulders with dignity. “In all seriousness. Daventry has dealt with fairy infestations before, and I am sorry to say, rather burnt its bridges with the pest control guild several years back. It’s risky to say anything that could even remotely be understood as a wish. Little blighters always insist on payment of one kind or another.”

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“You know that old chestnut about the stars and the old people, don't you, Gwendolyn?”

“No?”

“That when the stars first shone down on us all, what they loved most in us was the way we’d tell stories. And so they ordained that no twist or turn of a story should ever remain untold – whatever goes into our memories must at some point be repeated. And when you get old, you have such a lot of stories piled up that you can’t help it. You’ve got to tell them all before your time comes, whether you know that’s what you’re doing or not. Even the parts you hid away, or forgot, they start clamouring in your heart to be told, down to the last detail.”

“Oh. Um. Grandpa, what if…”

“Speak up, sweetheart. These old ears are stuffed with cotton these days.”

“What if someone didn’t finish telling their stories in time?”

“Gwendolyn, what kind of a face is that? Don’t you get anxious about it. That couldn’t happen. Didn’t I tell you it was ordained by the stars? “

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“Some spells are breakable. I don’t use that kind. You’re going to know pain of a kind I doubt you’ve readied your mind for. It’ll be there every night. Every day. Your goblin nature will get inside your head, but the pain will change you even more. Brush this off. Call it me trying to manipulate you. But I’ll tell you one thing that I already know you believe is true.” Manny spoke more slowly. “Your friends don’t want pain for you. You’re right when you say they care about you. And this choice you’re about to make – to spend the rest of your life in that kind of pain – they’d want to spare you that. Staying down here would hurt. But I can’t imagine it would hurt as much as what’s on the other side of that door.”

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“Hang on, Grandpa; you said the mirror was shining like gold when you first saw it? […] I’ve never seen it do anything but purple ripples when it’s not showing a story.”

“Well spotted. Yes, it did settle into purple after that first night.”

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“Let’s be quick. My young mistress upstairs doesn’t like me to give away my time,” Orma said hoarsely, still holding her hands old expectantly. “You have an ailment?”

Graham swallowed. “I think - my memory’s been failing –“

“Can’t remember?”

“Er - ”

“Getting grey and creaky about the brain, are you, old codger? Here, you needn’t touch me, but at least step over the line.”

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“Madeline always told us things when we came and went. And she kept things too. She had so many chests of things she kept. A regular hoarder, rest her soul. Now I wonder. I wonder.”

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“I am indeed available,” Ashdown said icily, “to treat any known human ailment. Are there any human ailments that need treating?”

“Hm,” said Olfie. “Ya know, that’s a good one. Kinda hard to say in this case.”

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I didn’t think about what all that powder might do to my system past the moment. Uh, anyway, I… Yeah. Do you… know where my clothes… are?” He laced and unlaced his stubby fingers in a manic fashion.

Number One narrowed his eyes. “Powder? What do you mean? Do you mean that sleeping compound Mistress Hobblepot gave you after you got back from the caves? I thought you’d used It all up months ago.”

“Months ago?” The king swallowed, but seemed determined to push through. “Uh, anyway, I’m sorry for falling asleep or whatever. Thanks for the bed and all. But if I could just get my clothes, I’ll be on my w…” Something else dawned in those dilated eyes. “Oh wait. Wait. Manny. I beat him. Does this mean I win the tournament?” He smiled weakly yet with a snatch of his characteristic excitement. Number One just hopes he wouldn’t go on of his outbursts and try leaping about the room is his current condition. “To be frank, I kind of cheated him at his own game – I coloured the raisin juice to track it – but that wasn’t part of the official game anyway, and, uh, I’m babbling.”

“Sire,” Number One interjected, starting to feel mightily that something was wrong. “I think you’re delirious from your illness. Of course you won the tournament. It’s been literal years. Here – what day is it?”

The fear flooded Graham’s face again. “Years? But I don’t understand.”

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“And the mirror supposedly has never steered anyone wrong.”

………………………………………….

Number One sighed. “You’re worse than he is. Fine. My semi-treacherous wish was that now that the king is able to make and retain new memories again, that it will stop there. That the old ones will not return to bother him.”

“You mean the whole goblin thing? People starving in the caves?”

“And all the rest. If his memory is practical and functional now, it doesn’t seem to me he has any need of that period coming back to him to burden him. I wish he would stop calling in all those doctors and seers to help him get them back. His current capacity for memory is flawless – he’s doubled his speed on addenda, for example. I don’t see why he shouldn’t be content with that and get one of the worst periods in his life back.”

Number Two nodded, and considered. “Doesn’t seem a bad wish to me,” he muttered. “Though yeah, I wouldn’t mention it.”

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He settled into the bed, staring vaguely in the direction of the bedside chair. This was all about choices. Choices with consequences.

…………………………………………….

And then she struck. Orma was on her feet in a trice, while he still sat on the floor. She seized both Graham's hands from the clasp with a grip stronger than a chimera’s. There was a strange texture to her hands – something he couldn’t see in the blue light – like dust but softer, making his hands feel dry… He tried to pull loose. It should have been easy to break free from such an old lady. But zards, she could hold on.

His thoughts windchimed against each other, too fleeting and random to follow. His insides turned a pretzel. Faintness pooled at his temples, and his feet stumbled, only controllable in a faraway fashion.

He had felt this way before. When?

He went under.

#King's Quest #kings quest #This was fun to do but hopefully also a helpful refresher on some... relevant passages. You can picture them all fading in and out of the #mirror confusedly. Mwahaha.#Rippling Consequences #my writing #fic #fanfiction #king graham #goblin graham

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storagekingnz12 · 3 months

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Packing Items

Tips for Maximizing Space and Minimizing Stress

Packing for a trip or a move can be a daunting task, but with a strategic approach, you can make the process smoother and more efficient. Here are some tips to help you pack your items effectively, ensuring that you make the most of your space and minimize stress.

Create a Checklist: Before you start packing, make a comprehensive checklist of all the items you need to take. This will not only help you stay organized but also ensure that you don't forget anything important. Group items based on their category, such as clothes, electronics, toiletries, etc.

Choose the Right Containers: Invest in sturdy, stackable containers that will protect your belongings and maximize space utilization. Clear containers are especially helpful, allowing you to easily see the contents without having to open each box.

Prioritize Essentials: Identify essential items that you'll need immediately upon reaching your destination. Pack these items separately and keep them easily accessible. This could include toiletries, a change of clothes, important documents, and any necessary medications.

Roll Clothes Instead of Folding: To save space and prevent wrinkles, consider rolling your clothes instead of folding them. This technique not only maximizes space but also makes it easier to locate specific items without disrupting the entire suitcase.

Utilize Empty Spaces: Make use of every available space within your containers. Fill shoes with small items, tuck socks into gaps, and consider placing smaller items inside larger ones. This not only optimizes space but also helps protect fragile items.

Pack by Layers: When loading items into boxes or suitcases, pack in layers. Start with heavier or bulkier items at the bottom and layer lighter, more delicate items on top. This approach helps distribute weight evenly and minimizes the risk of damage.

Label Boxes Clearly: Clearly label each box with its contents and destination room. This makes it easier to unpack and find specific items without having to open every box. Consider color-coding or numbering boxes for an even more organized approach.

Use Packing Accessories: Invest in packing accessories such as bubble wrap, packing paper, and packing peanuts to protect fragile items. Wrap breakables individually, and use these materials to cushion the inside of boxes.

Pack a First-Day Box: Prepare a box with essentials for your first day at your new destination. Include toiletries, a change of clothes, snacks, and any other items you'll need immediately. This eliminates the need to dig through multiple boxes when you first arrive.

By following these packing tips, you can streamline the process, reduce stress, and ensure that your belongings arrive at their destination in good condition. Happy packing!

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redshift-13 · 5 months

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As war rages in Gaza and the Middle East as a whole is skittering on the brink of a wider conflagration, the fate of thousands of Palestinian shepherds and farmers on the West Bank looks grim. Neither the government nor the army has done anything to stop rampaging Israeli settlers who are hell-bent on driving these people—some of whom are my friends—off their lands. By now the situation has been reported widely in at least some of the Israeli media as well as in the international press. President Joe Biden and Secretary of State Antony Blinken have both warned that this settler violence has to be curbed. On November 8 Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu made an empty public gesture: “There is a tiny handful of people,” he said, “who take the law into their own hands…. We are not prepared to tolerate this.” So far he seems able to tolerate it quite easily. The same day he reassured his supporters, including the hundreds of thousands of settlers in the territories: “I told President Biden that the accusations against the settlement movement are baseless.” If you happen to be a Palestinian shepherd in the South Hebron Hills or the Jordan Valley, that “tiny handful” are terrifying thugs who can invade villages and hamlets at any moment (with a certain preference for late at night). They are heavily armed with M16 rifles, pistols, butcher knives, and often all three, and they take obvious pleasure in causing pain: beating people; breaking anything breakable; stealing; torching cars and homes; destroying food, water tanks, and solar panels; and shooting in the air—and sometimes not in the air. They have a standard formula that has been repeated in village after village: “You have twenty-four hours to leave. If you don’t, we’ll be back to kill all of you.”

A Palestinian family packing their belongings and dismantling their homes in the West Bank village of Khirbet Zanuta, whose residents decided to leave after repeated violence and harassment by Israeli settlers, October 30, 2023

On November 13 the shepherds of Wadi Tiran, in the far south of the West Bank, were subjected to this threat. The Palestinians of Umm al-Khair heard it on October 29; the people of Susya and its outlying hamlets a few days earlier; Mu‘arrajat in the Jordan Valley for several consecutive days in mid-October; Wadi a-Siq on October 12. In At-Tuwani on October 13, an innocent Palestinian was shot in cold blood by a settler while an Israeli soldier simply looked on. Bilal Muhammad Saleh, from the village of As-Sawiya, was harvesting olives from his trees when a settler-soldier on leave shot and killed him on October 28. The complete list is much longer. According to UN figures, there were 591 settler attacks on West Bank Palestinian villages in the first half of 2023 alone, averaging 95 per month, the highest monthly average on record; the number has undoubtedly skyrocketed and the attacks have become even more vicious over the last few weeks.

More at the link (behind a paywall).

#israel #palestine #west bank #judeo-fascism #david shulman #new york review of books

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locksmithpark · 8 months

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Tips and Tricks for an Organized Move

Hey there, fellow mover and shaker! Moving to a new home can be both exciting and nerve-wracking, but fear not – we're here to help you keep your sanity intact and your belongings in order. Welcome to our guide on "Tips and Tricks for an Organized Move."

1. Start Early, Stay Sane

The first rule of a successful move? Don't procrastinate! Begin the planning process as early as possible. Create a checklist, and give yourself plenty of time to complete tasks such as decluttering, packing, and hiring a moving company. Starting early means less stress down the road.

2. Declutter Like a Pro

Moving provides the perfect opportunity to declutter your life. Go through your belongings and ask yourself: Do I really need this? Donate, sell, or recycle items you no longer use. A lighter load means less to pack and unpack, and a fresh start in your new place.

3. Pack Strategically

When it comes to packing, organization is key. Group similar items together and label your boxes clearly. Color-coding or numbering boxes for each room can help streamline the unpacking process. And don't forget to pack an essentials box with items you'll need on the first day in your new home – think toiletries, a change of clothes, and important documents.

4. Protect Your Valuables

Take extra care with fragile items. Wrap breakables in bubble wrap or packing paper and use sturdy boxes. For added protection, fill empty spaces in boxes with towels or clothing. It's like giving your valuables a cozy, cushioned ride to their new home.

5. Inventory is Your Friend

Create an inventory list of your belongings. It might sound tedious, but it can be a lifesaver when it's time to check if everything made it to your new place. A digital spreadsheet or a good old-fashioned notebook will do the trick.

6. Get Your Moving Supplies in Order

Gather all the packing supplies you'll need in advance. This includes boxes, tape, packing paper, bubble wrap, and markers. Having everything on hand will make the packing process much smoother.

7. Label, Label, Label

Labeling your boxes might be the most crucial step in ensuring an organized move. Clearly mark each box with its contents and the room it belongs in. This simple step can save you heaps of time when you're unpacking and trying to locate that coffee maker on your first morning in the new place.

8. Keep Essentials Handy

Pack an overnight bag with essential items like toiletries, a change of clothes, and any medications you might need. This way, you won't have to rummage through boxes when you arrive at your new home feeling tired and disheveled.

9. Consider Professional Movers

If the thought of lifting heavy furniture or navigating a big moving truck makes you break into a sweat, consider hiring professional movers. They've got the experience and muscle power to make your move a breeze.

10. Take a Deep Breath

Moving can be stressful, but don't forget to take breaks, stay hydrated, and ask for help when you need it. Remember, you're not alone in this adventure.

So there you have it – our top tips and tricks for an organized move. With a little planning and a lot of labeling, you'll be settling into your new home with ease. Good luck on your journey to a fresh start!

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thetoxicgamer · 11 months

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The best Far Cry game is 70% off right now

I can't seem to get rid of Far Cry 2 for some reason. It has a unique type of enchantment and isn't hesitant to make things uncomfortable for you in the name of real immersion. I've always been enamoured with the open-world playgrounds of Ubisoft's different Far Cry games, and the FPS games always had fantastic gameplay at their core even when games like Far Cry 6 fell a little short elsewhere. However, if you were a player who didn't get in on the early entries, this Far Cry 2 Steam discount is the ideal chance to discover why it is so adored. Released in 2008, Far Cry 2 stands alongside its predecessor as a more grounded, realistic spin on the series than the more over-the-top approach adopted by later entries. This is a tale of civil war deep in the heart of Africa, where you step into the shoes of one of nine unique mercenaries looking to make their fortune by hunting down notorious arms dealer, The Jackal. What really makes Far Cry 2 special, in ways that its sequels often fail to capture, is just how dynamic and interactive the world feels. If you think the spread of fire in modern Far Cry is something, wait until you see just how devastating it can be here. Pretty much the entire environment is breakable, too, making driving down bumpy dirt tracks through the jungle and having to manually glance down at the in-game map spread out on your lap to check your destination as your jeep cracks through low-hanging branches a strikingly immersive experience. You might have heard tell of the “frustrating” aspects of Far Cry 2 – while you can grab older weapons, they have a tendency to jam in the heat of the moment, and your character’s affliction with Malaria necessitates regular top-ups of medication to avoid crippling bouts of sickness at inopportune times. Far Cry 2 - a large explosion sends people and building parts flying across the savannah.Stay with me, though; these factors only further serve to enhance the tension, leading to frantic encounters with even a small number of enemies you can’t quite pin down the location of. In the fifteen years since, I haven’t really had many open-world games that kept me on edge quite like the breathless, dirt-strewn struggle of Far Cry 2. Remember those nine mercenaries I mentioned? They’re more than just character choices; the ones you don’t choose take up their places in the game’s world and story, and you can team up with them and bring them along to help if you so choose. They’re truly vulnerable, though; if a fight goes wrong, you may find yourself with the unenviable choice of whether you can afford a scarce medkit to help them out, or whether a merciful bullet is the answer. Far Cry 2 is 70% off on Steam until June 15. Expect to pay $2.99 / £2.57, and at that price you really can’t go wrong. It’s certainly still well worth seeing for yourself. Alternatively, the original Far Cry is 70% off ($2.99 / £2.57) if you want to go even further back, while those seeking something a little more modern can get Far Cry New Dawn for 80% off ($7.99 / £7.59), or buy it bundled with Far Cry 5 for 85% off ($14.99 / £12.59). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gf5h4co4Ydc If you want to get a little fancier, a full Far Cry 2 mod polishes it up even more for a modern-day audience without losing that gritty realism. You might also fancy a look at some of the best co-op games, or save yourself even more money and grab the best free games on Steam to keep yourself entertained. Read the full article

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vanandmannow · 1 year

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18 Moving and Packing Tips

Packing and moving the stuff is a daunting task and comes with its own set of challenges. Here are some moving and packing tips which make it hassle-free.

Decluttering Moving a house provides an opportunity to get rid of unwanted items. They can be tossed out, donated to an NGO, or sold. Pack early One should not wait until the last minute to start packing as it can create chaos and stress. One can start from the room which is rarely used. Stay Organized “For every minute spent organizing, an hour is earned.” It will be of great help if you can maintain an organizer with house- related information. All the paperwork can go in it when required comes in handy. Book in advance the packing and moving service The safest bet to keep oneself away from stress is to hire the services of a Packing and Moving service on time and well in advance. Van Man Now Moving Service follows all the necessary protocols and has a dedicated crew responsible for packing the boxes, labeling, and stacking them. Pack a bag of essentials On the last day of the move keep a utility bag that contains things that are essential for the family. It should have toiletries, tea, coffee, fresh towels, and cookies to sustain through the first night of unpacking.

Schedule the movement of the utilities Once a final date has been decided for the move it's best to do a booking for transferring the utilities to the new house. To avoid the scenario wherein you have moved but got stuck at the new house without water or electricity. Adequate packaging material To avoid last-minute hassle and disorder it is preferable to stock enough moving boxes, adhesive bandages, packing tape, and material. Supervise the Loading of the items It is always better to keep a check on how the items are being loaded. Special care should be taken of the breakable items to avoid damage during transit. Heavier items are at the bottom and smaller at the top Heavier items are at the bottom and lighter ones are at the top. The empty spaces should be stuffed with old clothes or a stack of paper to maintain the balance of a box. Good quality packing boxes Durable boxes are to be used for packing the items to hold the weight of the goods. Labeling of the boxes This part should be done carefully as the box should be labeled with the description of all its contents and to which room it belongs in the new house. Mindful packing of Fragile and expensive items The mover should be aware of any fragile or expensive items to be moved as they can arrange for the proper packing material to move them. Tape the boxes properly The moving boxes should be taped with good adhesive bandages to keep them intact. Wardrobe care Special instructions are to be given so they can bring a wardrobe unit to take care of the hanging clothes. Items from one room should go in one box While packing one should be careful about packing the items of a particular room together and label them properly. In this way lot of time would be saved while unloading and unpacking as a box belonging to a room could be kept there. Boxes should not be too heavy Make sure that the boxes are not heavy. If they are stuffed beyond their capacity they would open during loading or in transit and will damage the items. Electronic items

One has to be sensitive about packing electronic goods. It is always advisable that if the original box of the item is there the item should go in it.

Checklist The last but most significant part is to have a handy checklist wherein there is a record of the number of boxes to be moved. Each box must be numbered and labeled as to which room it belongs. Van Man Now Moving Services is a competent residential and commercial moving service that can provide stress-free moving to your little paradise on earth.

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terrylearns2code · 1 year

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Lerpin' Ain't Easy

This is very exciting! I'm familiar with interpolation thanks to my old animating days, and there is apparently a function in gamemaker that allows you to created a value perfectly interpolated in between two values, the "Lerp" Function

The Lerp Function

the lerp function goes "Lerp(a,b,x)" where A is one set value, B is another set value, and X is the interpolated value between 0 and 1. After setting A and B, the function returns a number between those two values that is the same difference between them as the x value is between 0 and 1. the

So if A=30, B=60, and x is 0.5, the function returns 45, because 45 is halfway between 30 and 60.

Looping the Lerp for Smooth Animations

The cool way to use this in animation is assigning an object's position to A, a target position to B, some intermediate value in X, and then inserting that value back into the object's position and running it again. So the object will start out moving very quickly towards its target, but gradually slow down as it approaches it, resulting in really smooth animations.

I have to remember this function; I can tell its going to be so useful!

Applying Lerps to the Pickaxe

so right now we're adding code to the pickaxe, In the create event, we're creating a cooldown timer, a rotation for the pickaxe's default position, and a distance that the pickaxe can sense nearby objects at

now here's something really interesting. I thought that the lerp was going to move the pickaxe down to strike. But we're actually using a bend and snap animation trick to move the pickaxe back up. So basically, anytime the pickaxe gets "smashed" down, which moves it immediately into the striking position, the lerp function will ease it back up into position!

The next thing I'm doing here is setting up some local variables to check if the mouse is being clicked, and if there's a breakable object being clicked on that's within range. I'm starting to get a small sense of when to use local variables.

Interacting with Breakable Objects

whoah! this section was a whopper that fried my brain. Essentially, we're jumping into the breakable objects code to run it there.

First we're checking to see if the object is within range. If so, we're then checking to see if the player is clicking on it, and if the pickaxe is ready to be swung again. Presently the cooldown is at 0, so it is.

Then we swing the pickaxe, reset the cooldown timer, and reduce the hp of the breakable object.

I don't understand why "rotation" was marked in red here, or why my instructor chose this particular arrangement of if statement checks to get to the pickaxe swing, but it works, and I don't have the brainpower to come up with a more intuitive way to do it, so there it is!

finally, we gotta run the cooldown timer down one every frame.

I can't believe I made this. It works! My little shoggy is running around, and if you click on an object nearby he will swing his little axe, and the object will be destroyed. It's amazing how quickly this thing is coming together to feel like a real game. Oh, these are the moments I live for in game development. And I'm already 1/4 through the course, which feels insane to me!

Very excited for the next lesson, which will have me working with GUI! holy shit!

#learning gamemaker

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Bleach anon here! I've reached chapter 246 (hueco mundo arc). What do you think of Chad my good friend Chad

YAYYY bleach anon!!!!!!! youve gotten through so much so quickly thats awesome. also the hueco mundo arc FUCKS in a lot of ways. its very cool. you are also steadily getting closer to some of my favourite parts of bleach which is very cool. but chad!!!!!! i love chad/sado. i relate to him a lot (immigrant swag, has culturally important necklace that he would die if he lost it, would kill for his friends) but fr i think his and ichigo's dynamic of "if you wont fight for yourself, i'll fight for you as long as you fight for me." and then that branches out into "i dont know rukia that well, but she's ichigo's friend, so i'll leave behind everything i know on the offchance that i may be able to save her." i also think his character is a little tragic in the same way that a lot of the karakura gang is in that he's a main character that is forced to be a side character just because. well. this is ichigo's story. ichigo is the powerful one, here. and we see that esp when (i dont remember the chapter number) he agonizes about ichigo getting strong enough that chad can no longer fight by his side. chad is first and foremost a good friend. he strives to be kind and to use his body as a shield or weapon to protect his friends. his love language is acts of service, and ichigo is probably one of, if not the most, important person currently in chad's life. chad has put his life on the line again and again because ichigo needed him. and then ichigo just. gets too powerful. the enemies get too powerful. and then theres nothing chad can do except hope and pray that ichigo will come out of this on the other side and be okay. because at the end of the day, no matter his spiritual powers, he's still only human. breakable, compared to the enemies that ichigo pits himself against. and its the worst fate to not be able to protect the person who swore to protect him.

#who KNOWS if this makes sense. but oh well <3 chad <3 #anonymous answers #our answers #courtesy of bán

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lastfrontierh · 1 year

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