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sky-blue-memories · 3 years

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The nier remake liveblog literally no one is asking for

holy shit the buildings in the intro look like actual buildings. are you guys seeing this this is revolutionary

textures. Ohhhh fuck yeah textures

Half of this is going to be me losing my mind over the graphics do you see it already

I love the subtlety of the the facial expressions its just *clenches fist*

Brother nier constantly has the fucking zoomies this boy cant stop wont stop

(quietly, but with longing) devola,,,, popola,,,

Brother and father nier: different age, same dumbass

Weiss soon,,,, gimme the boy

HE’S HERE

I am watching a vod so when weiss popped up everyone went “SAY THE LINE SAY IT”

It is embarassing that i can almost remember the entirety of weiss’ opening lines

Okay so i saw someone mention this before but the glitch state weiss goes into after gaining dark blast is very interesting... its either just a small aesthetic thing or it could have Plot Reasons for it so im 🤔

Oh yeah while im waiting for the vod to load i was kinda iffy on young nier’s voice at first but its growing on me. Hearing his interactions with the other characters really helped me to like him more

They managed to make Hook 5 times more slimy how the fuck

Hdjdjdj i am finally watching my first newcomer to nier stream and in the opening cutscene she goes “wait wasn’t that book over there just then” oh just you wait :)

the streamer after killing a bunch of sheep and encountering the shades outside the village: ah finally, something i can kill without feeling bad about! Me: OH JUST YOU WAIT :)

Its really nice to see new folks enjoying the banter between nier and weiss,,, warms my heart,,

Every vod ive watched so far has only been the first couple hours or so and so i have not seen hide nor hair of emil,,, please baby boy come home,,

Djdjjdk one of the streamers im watching is actually live but its currently just a fishing stream rn so ill probably catch the vod fjfkd

Man i am dreading the timeskip event. Yknow the one. I dont want to see this tiny boy get stabbed blease spare him

EMIL CAME HOME WELCOME BACK MY GAY SON HONEY YOU LOOK WONDERFUL IN HD

sjdjjdjfj weiss’ reactions are 10 times funnier in the jpn version because he screams as though he’s been jumpscared even though basically nothing happened. Makes me think that weiss is probably the kind of guy that gets scared watching horror films

*cut to me thinking about weiss and rubrum watching horror films together*

Here it comes,,, the child’s gonna get a stabby,,,

Man i forgot how the entire timeskip event hinges on weiss. Everyone is yelling at him to come back

I still hate noir. This has not changed

HOUGH HE GOT STABBED the voice acting in this bit is really on point though,, i feel your pain baby boy

BISHOUNEN TIME

God adult nier’s voice is so deep im not used to it

I love how after you get the party together everyone just stands there watching nier fish

#okay it is no longer the pinned im just leaving it like this bc i don’t want to update it anymore #ill come back if i feel like it #lime.speaks

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winterknight1087 · 4 years

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Flower from the Fae (ch 21)

Chapter Title: Five... Four Stages of Grief

Summary: Virgil likes plants, but when he goes to investigate a plant his friend, Remy, tells him about, he doesn’t exactly check out the plant. Little does he know that the handsome man he meets there is a fairy who is about to challenge the world Virgil knows.

Word Count: 1510

Chapter Warnings: extreme anxiety attack, hyperventilation, mental breakdown, sympathetic Deceit, sympathetic Remus,

Chapter Pairings: n/a

AO3 Link My Writing

A/N: This is a heavy feels chapter, so please be careful! If you need to skip this chapter, please do! Virgil finally stops and considers the idea of magic and has the breakdown that has been building.

A/N: This is chapter 21, so read the first chapter here!

Virgil shot up, gasping for air, as he frantically looked around. He was laying in bed with a screaming kitten behind him, who was rudely awoken by her human. He glanced at the time and let out a breath seeing that it was only six in the morning. It was just some dream. It was just all a dream. The Halloween costume was slung across the dresser, ready to be placed on just the way he left it. Virgil groaned as he laid back.

Just a dream. It was all a dream. Thank everything. Tonight was Halloween and he would happily spend the night hanging out with his friends and crushes. He would forget everything that happened in the dream. He won’t even tell Remy so that he can just forget everything and just go about his normal life on this normal Halloween with his normal friends and his normal crushes and everything would just be normal.

“Mew!”

He gently scooped the kitten up. They went into the kitchen where Gala was set in front of her food and water bowls and Virgil poured himself a glass of water. He went into the living room and jumped back with a screech. Sitting on the couch were bags upon bags of junk. Yet, it wasn’t any normal junk. No, it was just a dream! Today is Halloween. That entire day couldn’t have happened!

Virgil ripped open his laptop and saw the date Nov 2nd. He ran for his phone and saw the same date listed on it. His mind was screaming the word no over and over again. He might have actually been saying it as well, but he was panicking as he searched for the TV remote. His hands were trembling as he searched but he had to see what day the news was showing as a broadcasted newscast wouldn’t say November 2nd if it weren’t that day, right?

There’s no way.

No… way…

Virgil held the on button before his trembling hands pushed the numbers for the news channel. His eyes took in the screen before slamming the off button, now with an additional fear of lettuce… again. He didn’t even buy lettuce from the store, why should he worry about his homegrown… Now is not the time to panic about lettuce!

“It was just a dream. I didn’t go to some strange place. I didn’t find out my crushes are living fairies. I didn’t… No.” Virgil’s voice sounded unsure, even to himself.

“Mew?”

“You are not a familiar. You are just a cat. Actually, I’d say an emotional support cat as like you have kept me from laying in bed all day on my phone, but you are not some magical creature of the night.” Virgil stated to the kitten.

She cocked her head. “Mrrph?”

Virgil ran a hand through his hair, looking over the bags. “Those aren’t magical nicknacks and whatnots. We just went to a normal market and had a normal day. There’s no such thing as magic. There can’t be magic. I was just too in the moment not to see how any of it worked, like I was too far from the stage during a magic show! There’s no real magic!”

Show me your power, freak.

“NO! Magic isn’t real. There aren’t fairies. There aren’t witches. There aren’t things that go boo. It’s all just tricks!”

Stop pretending, freak, and just accept your fate.

Virgil wasn’t breathing properly but that didn’t matter as he caught sight of one of the billions of articles that were randomly dumped on him. He let out a strangled scream as he dove for it. It was torn to shreds as he insistently stated that there was no such thing as magic.

“There’s no such thing as magic. They aren’t fairies. Fairies are just fairytale creatures meant to scare children. There’s no such thing as magic!”

You will perform magic for me. You will show that your blood is tainted.

Gala watched as the human started pacing back and forth, making loud sounds. She hid under the table with her ears pressed down, waiting for the loud noise to stop. She wasn’t scared but she really didn’t like it. Her human hurt and was letting out loud sounds to help ease the hurt. She could feel that he was scared and stressed, just like he’d been for the past week. His nervous energy was even affecting the green food things, but she also knew he was struggling to overcome whatever it was that he was going on about. She tucked herself into a tiny loaf, wanting the loudness to go away from her human.

“This has to be some giant joke! Of course it’s some joke! I don’t care who’s pulling this on me, I’m going to… They’re going to pay for this! They can’t just pull all of this off to convince that that I’m…” Virgil suddenly froze, eyes wide with pure terror. “No, I am not… There’s no such thing as a witch!”

Witch!

He was now screaming with tears in his eyes as he found another stack of witch articles. The tearing sound did nothing to ease the fear and knowledge screaming in his mind. He refused to acknowledge that he had magic. He wasn’t anything special. He was just some freak who liked plants and dark clothes. He liked night because it was quiet and cool. He liked plants because they don’t judge him! Those people who randomly did what he wanted were acting completely on their own free will!

“I…I’ll burn down the greenhouse! I’ll start wearing only white and pinks and yellows! I’ll show them that I’m not a witch!” Virgil was starting to hyperventilate but he continued as he tore more papers into tiny strips of paper. “There isn’t magic. I’ll wake at sunrise and go to bed at sunset. I’ll never look at another plant. I don’t know magic! I’ll never perform another magic trick again!”

Filth, stop this whimpering and cast the magic, disgusting witch-child.

Virgil wasn’t even sure what he was screaming anymore as he ripped the bags off the couch. Not even glancing inside to try and convince himself that the stuff inside was normal stuff, he threw all of it into his trash.

You can’t hide it for long, witch.

He grabbed the witch costume and tried ripping it apart, though his muscles were not cooperating! He was sobbing as he desperately pulled at the cloth, feeling his muscles do that pathetic weak muscle spasm they did when all his energy was going to his breakdown. He ran into the living room with the costume, frantically searching for scissors to cut it.

Magic is corruption and all who use it are evil.

He remembered that he’d taken all of them into the greenhouse while tending to plants. With the thought of the greenhouse, he switched to frantically looking for a lighter, needing to get rid of anything that suggested that he was some… that he was…

Say it you beast. You are a witch. Say it!

Finally, with one last sobbing screech, the lack of air caused Virgil to collapse onto the group, gasping in the middle of his living room. Tears were streaming down his face as he fell further down his hole. Does this mean that I’m evil? Does this mean that sweet Patton is evil? Does this mean that brilliant Logan is evil? Does this mean that chivalrous Roman is evil? Does this mean that everything I thought that was good in the world is in fact evil? More tears streamed down his face as he desperately struggled through all of this.

Something fell on his tear-stained face and Gala gave a soft “mew”.

Virgil picked the object up before he wiped his face. Looking at it, he realized it was his phone. Staring down from the lock screen was a picture from his birthday last year. It was a picture of all of them: Remus with his arm snaked behind Dee’s head so that he could do bunny ears behind Virgil. On Virgil’s other side were Remy and Emile smiling brightly, though Remy was also attempting to give Virgil bunny ears, so he had like four fingers poking up from behind his head.

Gala pawed at his phone, while easily sitting on his chest, as if her pound and a half were enough to keep him on the floor. Gulping, Virgil unlocked the phone and started typing out a message. He caught sight of his contact name and decided that it couldn’t be that for the moment. He took a deep breath before hitting send.

[Virgil]: is anyone able 2 talk now or sometime soon? [sent at 1136]

[HissHissMfs]: I’m free whenever. U ight? [sent at 1140]

[Trenta4Sandman]: same gurl. Want us to come over or meet somewhere else? [sent at 1141]

[Virgil]: @dee’s? plz? Soonish?[sent at 1143]

[HissHissMfs]: no probs [sent at 1144]

[Trenta4Sandman]: heading over rn see ya soon, babe. [sent at 1144]

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Taglist: @that-one-nb-kid, @hufflepuffxfox

#Flower from the Fae #tw anxiety attack #tw mental breakdown #tw hyperventilation #Sage writes

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joygaytrash · 5 years

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Love Guidance - Chapter Four

Word Count: 1,529

Notes: This might be the longest chapter so far. I hope y’all enjoy, if y’all I got any questions, feel free to ask.

September 1st, 2017 It was quarter to 11 when Emile went up to the bar counter to get a refill of Pepsi(plus, he wanted to see Remy again). He stood at the counter for a couple minutes until Remy saw him, giggling a bit when Remy's face lit up when he saw him. "Hey cutie from table 11," Remy chirped, leaning on the counter with a flirty smirk on his face. Emile giggled again as he blushed, ignoring the urge to cover his face with his hand. "Hey yourself," Emile responded with a smile on his face. "Let me guess, refill of Pepsi?" Remy asked. "Roman was right, you are good at your job," Emile said, making Remy chuckle. "As my uncle always said; Gotta know your customers to do your job right," Remy stated, placing a tall cup filled with ice on the counter. "Your uncle sounds like a smart man," "Oh, he was. My uncle was the type of guy who went with his gut and knew shortcuts," Remy explained, grabbing the soda nuzzle, pressing the Pepsi button, and filled the cup with Pepsi. "There we go! One glass of Pepsi for one cute guy," Remy commented, sending Emile a wink as he pushed the soda towards him. "Thank you and for the record, this cute guy has a name," Emile teased. "Is it as cute as you?" Remy asked, the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "That's up to you to decide. My name's Emile," Emile answered. Remy let out a small laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Ah, so I was right, your name is as cute as you," Remy said, making Emile giggle once more. He couldn't help but laugh himself, his laugh being more genuine than snarky or sassy. "You know," Emile began to say, "Roman was right about another thing." "And what might that be?" Remy questioned, raising an eyebrow. "That you are a pretty nice once someone gets to know you," Emile responded, beginning to walk away from the counter with his Pepsi in hand. "I'll see you around, Remy!" Emile called over his shoulder before disappearing into the crowd. Remy watched him disappear in the crowd with a blush on his face, completely lost for words. His brain was trying process what had just happened. Part of him was convinced that Emile was subtly hitting on him while the other part was convinced that Emile was just being nice. Remy's emotions were all over the place, now, he may not be a man of romance like Roman but Remy was sure about one thing; He was in love. Remy sighed and crossed his arms on the counter, burying his face in his arms. "Aw, is RemRem tired?" A voice teased, making Remy lookup. "Fuck off, Nate. I'm just confused, that's all," Remy hissed, keeping his head in his arms. Nate made a fake pouty face as he leaned on the counter next to Remy. "And what has gotten you all confused, RemRem?" Nate asked, in a teasing tone. "Feelings," Remy replied. Nate's fake pout was replaced with a large smirk. Nate sat there for a moment with that smirk on his face before asking a question, "Is the one and only Remus Scott, in love?" Remy answered with a simple nod, making Nate laugh half heartedly. "So, spill the tea, who is the one that claimed your heart?" Nate questioned in a sing song tone. Remy tried not laugh as he sat up, answering Nate's question, "Okay, one; You sound like Roman when you say that and two; I am not releasing that information." "Why not?" Nate asked, his voice coming off as whiney. "Knowing you, Nate, you'll run off and spill the tea with Roman and Damian. I ain't stupid," Remy explained, giving a customer a bottle of Bud Lite, "And besides, I bet you don't even know this person. Hell, I barely know him and I'm already head over heels for him." "That's how love works, Rem. Even ask Roman, he barely knew Logan when he fell for him," Nate stated. Remy rolled his eyes at Nate, serving 2 margaritas to a customer on his left. "Tell me why I'm taking romance advice from the same guy who hadn't be in a relationship since like, highschool," Remy said, looking at Nate. "Because I know what I'm doing, obviously," Nate replied, resting his hands on his hips. Remy let put a small 'psh' noise as he began to make a Tequila Sunrise. "Whatever makes you sleep at night, gurl," Remy commented. "Rude!" *** Roman's suspension began the second Remy had came over to their table with the first round of drinks. His suspension grew more when Emile came back with his second cup of Pepsi in hand and a faint, but still noticeable, blush on his face along with the biggest smile Roman has ever seen from Emile. "So, Emile, mind if I ask what has you all blushy and smiley?" Roman asked while Emile sat down. "Oh, it's not, really," Emile answered, taking a sip of his soda. Roman just nodded, drinking some of his second Sex on the Beach as he glanced over at his husband. Logan got the silent message from Roman, quietly understanding what he was saying to him and Logan quietly agreed, drink his Miller Lite. By the time it hit 11 o'clock, Roman swears he saw Remy on the dance floor, having the time of his life. "Look at who's rocking it out on the dance floor!" Dot cheered, making Larry laugh next to her. Roman laughed as well, hearing Logan chuckle and Emile laugh as well. "Lo, let's go dance!" Roman shouted, standing up. Before Logan could even reply(or argue, since he is good at that), Roman grabbed his wrists and pulled him to the dance floor. Larry and Dot followed behind them, leaving Emile alone at the table. He didn't mind though, he liked seeing his friends have fun. Plus, he could use this time to check up on his kids. Emile pulled out his phone and opened his text messages, texting Elliott and asking how everything is going. You: Hey Ell, how are you and Patt holding up? Elliott didn't waste any time texting back, calming whatever paranoid feeling their dad had. Ell: We're good. Patt's asleep rn and I'm 'bout to hit the hay myself. You: That's good. I'll see you both when I get home, love you! Ell: Love you too, Pops. Emile smiled softly to himself and completely aware that Remy had walked up to the table. "So explain this to me, Emile, why is the cutest person in this whole bar, not having a blast on the dance floor?" Remy asked, obviously flirting. "Maybe the right person has yet to ask the cutest person in the whole bar to have a dance or two," Emile answered, flirting back while he put his phone away. Remy laughed, offering his hand out to Emile. "Then may I have this dance, Emile?" Remy asked, trying not to break his smile by laughing. "Yes you may, Remy," Emile replied, taking Remy's hand. He wasted no time pulling Emile up from his seat, leading him to the dance floor. Emile laughed, silently thanking the club for hiding the obvious blush on his face with the dark, yet bright and neon, theme. Dragging Logan onto the dance floor in order to spy on Remy and Emile was one of the best ideas Roman's ever had. Once Roman had informed Logan of his idea, his husband was hesitant but agreed to help him. So, there they were, on the dance floor, watching Remy and Emile have the time of their lives on the floor. "Won't Remy's boss have a problem with him on the dance floor instead of working?" Logan asked, glancing over Roman's shoulder at Remy. "Knowing Remy, he probably told his boss," Roman answered, spinning Logan around slightly. Logan bit back a laugh, smiling. Roman saw this and smiled as well, pressing a small kiss on Logan's lips. "Do you know how much I love you, Roman?" Logan questioned. "I do, Lo," Roman replied, about to say something else when he interrupted by a certain bartender, "Gurls, stop being all sappy over there. It's disgusting." "Oh shush it, Remy, you don't understand love like I do!" Roman shot back, joking obviously. Remy laughed, dropping Emile into a dip. Giggles left Emile's mouth as Remy picked him up from the dip and spun him around. The two had danced for about 10 more minutes before returning to the group's table, laughing. "Oh my lord, that is the most fun I've ever had dancing in years," Remy exclaimed, sitting down. "Really? You should dance more, Remy," Emile stated, sitting next to Remy. "I know, I know. Roman tells me that all the time but I got a kid at home to take care of, you know?" Remy asked, looking at Emile. Emile replied with a nod, taking a drink of his soda. Remy just smiled with only one thought running through his mind; Why the fuck am I so awkward?

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