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sympathytea · 3 months ago

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local man has incorrect opinions on the newest episode of pvpciv Spoilers for PVP Civilization: The Shields below.

Sure a lot of new information! Especially about the nature of the shields. Absolutely eating this up right now.

Shields seem to be the guardians of this entire world, and have actual means of self defense. I think I was...mostly? correct about them in the sense that they had an underground system to get to other civilizations quickly. Didn't expect them to have a literal shield bash but hey that works for me, anything to make these goobers last more than 2 seconds in a fight. The axes farming the shields makes perfect sense, since shields can't really fight efficiently against an axe user, even a wooden one (although that diamond shield. really needs to be humbled. thank you clownpierce.) Speaking of Clownpierce... Its funny, Tabi brings up that the amount of durability he uses on his diamond axe doesn't add up. My current running theory is that Clown is like. some sort of divine being? Maybe the current PVP God, just disguising as a mortal? It would explain how he gets around so efficiently, especially when he jumps from being in the wish room, to axe civilization, then to the very bottom of sword civilization. Even for this series with all its time jumps, its...very odd. Very implausible even if I suspend my disbelief a little bit. I'm watching him, is all I'm saying. He is working with Zam, but I don't think this pairing is going to last very long especially since Zam is a known backstabber, in and out of this universe. I expect Clown to take the eternal trident for himself, or Zam attempts to ambush Clown (To minimal success because. Clownpierce.)

I also don't believe Tabi knows that these two are working together. They aren't in any scenes with Zam as a full group, so this information is being hidden from her. Especially when you note that Clown told her to leave. Zam held up in that fight better than I expected, I was fully expecting him to either fall back or surrender begrudgingly. After all he's fighting a diamond axe in no armor and. using a fork to fight. A very fancy fork but unless that eternal trident naturally gives the user some resistance...hm.

Getting ahead of myself. Lets talk about Parrot and Seawatt here. We don't have much to go off of, especially this early. But I notice that tree motif is back again with Toph this time...

Its interesting to bring this back, especially with Toph. I'm not sure why specifically trees are a motif for bows, considering their civilization lacks that foliage. Maybe it'll come up later. Seawatt and Parrot have history, but its too early to say how they relate to each other? Either way, it seems negative. Seawatt doesn't appear in this episode, but is clearly haunting Parrot enough that he asks about him. Also Parrot breaks his "No killing" rule again, and I assume just murdered Toph off-screen. Hope he had that respawn power? The wish room is curious to me, explains why PrinceZam wants the eternal weapons. I assume his wish is to become the new god of PVP Civilization.

Derapchu is here!! Another lifesteal cameo..I assume he's gonna last longer, possibly helping Evbo retreive his lost friend. Tabi and Raymond (The Guard Friend) might be teaming up? Possibly to assist Evbo, since her resolve seems to be shaking. She's having an "Are we the baddies?" moment, for sure. Although I feel like if she witnessed...Evbo's crashout in the iron sword layer she might have second thoughts about betrayal. Who's to say, though.

Her reasoning for wanting to get the eternal weapons is...flawed. Sure she has good intentions in her mind, not wanting a repeat of a genocide from the sword civilization and thinking the only solution is full on extermination. She's fascinating to watch, that's for sure. Quickly she is becoming one of my favorites. The genocide is also interesting to think about. Especially when you consider Evbo. Are they just...born with that desire engraved into them? Is that why she thinks that fully killing them off is the solution to not repeating history? Is Evbo going to repeat history if he somehow manages to pull off retrieving the eternal weapons? ... Is that the plan the diamond swords have for him? It would make sense considering the inclusion of Wemmbu as a very likely traitor of the group, although its unclear if all of them have this plan for him, or its just Wemmbu.

Eugh. Scary. This episode was also surprisingly less Evbo-centric. Preferring focusing on individual character's motivations, and additional worldbuilding. I personally like this change quite a bit! It makes Evbo's (extremely flawed) point of view as something to start questioning, especially considering the sword's history. I'm keeping this in mind, I've had suspicions that he isn't as good as he makes himself out to be. And this is definitely starting to get put into question, along with his little "existential crisis" that he's having. He most likely will resolve that in a healthy and normal way. Definitely. I'm sure of it. I'm sure I'll have more thoughts later, but this is about as cohesive as I will get them right now. Until we meet again...

#pvp civilization #pvp civ spoilers #sympathytea overthinks #overall just a pretty solid episode #definitely enjoying the hell out of. evbo having a crisis. thank god they're bringing up how fucked this shit is #also the swords. im sussing all of them out. more specifically sussing wemmbu and evbo who appear on the same damn side **again.**#these fucks make me sick. what are you two plotting. evil. fucked up little men.#i'm also still sussing parrot. whatcha killing toph for bro #but. yeag sorry for not posting much im. writing heinous shit. mainly for the redbo simbo discord server #i MAY or may not post? the joofy one publicly? Idk still...#thats offtopic tho whoops #baibai :3333

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kaisollisto · 4 months ago

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“Are you here?" Ava barely breathes it, there's a tension in the air that she can't recognize, an energy that squashes her. Her throat feels scratchy and she can feel the Halo slotted between her shoulders. Ava's flat on her back head turned to look over at Beatrice. She feels wimpy like a stomped flower, her left arm dangles dangerously close to Beatrice-territory. She wants to reach out, to touch Beatrice to confirm that she's here but something stops her. She feels so silly, she could easily shift over to touch Beatrice, shake her gently and -

Beatrice slides over, a firm sleepy sister warrior knife wielding badass with frumpy hair poofing from what remains of her low bun. She moves towards Ava, inches away from her but moves to answer her. It’s rare for Ava to see her like this. Beatrice is clearly fighting sleep, rubbing her eyes and doing her best to move in hopes that it’ll shake the sleepy spell.

She’s dressed in one of Ava’s ugly loose white shirts, a huge bass clashing with faded big blocky lettering that just reads “FISH”. Beatrice had looked at her weirdly when Ava had dug it out of the bins at a thrift store disheveled and ecstatic.

Ava had spent hours coaxing her into it doing her damn best to hide Beatrice’s laundry when she wasn’t looking. It fills a warm feeling in her chest and Ava wants to burrow further into it. It was a fool proof plan.

Ava found her shortness made it exhausting to reach up towards the Beatrice-level-cabinets. The halo pulls at her pinching and knotting up the muscles in her back after a long day of training. She feels it alive within her, an uncomfortable reminder sealed inside her back.

At the end of the day Ava settled on hinging at the waist. She had slowly started integrating Beatrice’s sleep shirts in cabinets that Beatrice had to bend down to reach. Ava always tried to situate herself at the scene of the crime doing her best to seem inconspicuous while she leaned over hungry for Beatrice’s reaction. Ava thumbed her findings down in the recess of her mind, her finger tracing over it in a hurried desperation. The time would pass and she did not want to forget.

(It helped, the imagery of Bea’s furrow when she would find her sleepwear underneath the sink when Ava would have to tuck her spine into the halo as she placed the shirt somewhere clean.)

Thanks to her genius planning Beatrice had finally caved and worn Ava’s huge “FISH” t-shirt after weeks of her persistence. She looked adorable, she was drowning in it and constantly tugging at it. She had found Beatrice loved to tuck it into the band of her sleep shorts creating puffy funny creases distorting the text even further to say “FSH”. It looked so ugly and old and endearing.

She looked out of her depth and it made Ava’s heart thump funny. Beatrice with her weird posh mannerisms combined with the peaceful unguarded look when she slumbered made her feel hot all over.

It was the prospect of the future, a glimpse into her life with Beatrice, of when they would grow old together. It shakes her, the idea that Beatrice will get wrinkles with her. She takes it seriously, a study that she isn’t well versed in but preparing for. It is a long hard internal debate flipping between what wrinkles will show first. Ava selfishly hopes it’s smile lines, that Beatrice will smile at her as much as she does in secret. She’s happy to be wrong, Beatrice’s forehead crinkles have always been cute. She hopes that Beatrice never stops looking at her, thinking of her. She wants to spend a long time being the source of her wrinkles. And just for right now she can handle the role of being just her friend.

Beatrice blinks one eye open, the other pressed against the pillow as she stifles a yawn. Her hand blocks her mouth in a delicate way and Ava can see her nails are short and uneven in places. Ava wishes she could touch them, study them in a way no one has done before. She wants to press against Beatrice hard enough to watch her skin fold around hers. Some sort of truth that she was here, that she is here.

Beatrice scoots over slowly, her elbow tucked under the pillow. She stops inches away from Ava, a frown set in her jaw. Ava mirrors her position albeit more awkwardly and more wiggling than Beatrice’s but she finds a place where the Halo won’t bite her back.

“I’m here,” Beatrice murmurs it, a quiet thing between them.

Ava closes her eyes hoping Beatrice won’t notice her shakiness. She blinks a few times before she presses closer, the arm she’s laying on moving to support her head underneath the pillow.

There’s so much to tell her, anything and nothing at all and Ava doesn’t know where to start. It constricts her throat, the constant stream of consciousness from inside of her heart. It’s horrible and she can’t stop it as the feeling balloons inside of her lungs. Ava wants help, she so desperately wants to feel okay again, to feel anything other than the stupid fucking halo. It grates on her nerves and muscles, a burning hot metal ring poking and prodding at the entirety of her upper torso. It leaves her reeling, a sort of anger that beckons for her to hurt (hurt something, hurt someone, hurt), disregarding the aftermath of tears and shame.

Ava is sure she’s shaking, a layer of sweat gathers between the space of her shoulder blades as the Halo lights up with her inner turmoil. It’s a faint pitiful thing that Ava would be ashamed of if not for the bone aching tiredness.

She wants to say she’s sorry the words clawing their way up her throat and it feels wrong to feel anything but that. There’s a sort of unspoken shame that haunts her with the Halo. It’s a thing she’s known long before any of this.

Beatrice drags her out of her turmoil with her hand hovering near Ava’s pinky. She has a gracefulness to it, like she has practiced it a hundred times over. It’s weird, to be in a bed, a soft and lumpy bed looking at Beatrice. Beatrice with such plain features and subtle cheekbones that Ava can’t stop looking. It pays off, watching Beatrice, Ava knows it when Bea smiles a grin too wide for polite acknowledgement and Ava can see her dimples pronounced.

“Can I?” Beatrice’s finger lingers near her hand, a hovering itch that Ava needs scratched. It’s so wholeheartedly Beatrice that Ava can do nothing but nod. Something inside of Ava aches harder than the rest of the organs inside of her. It’s the unwavering crushing thumping feeling that squeezes around her heart. The sincerity of Beatrice.

She places her hand over Ava’s and squeezes her gently. Beatrice’s hands are firm and soft. She can feel the callouses on her palms prodding at the back of her hand and wonders if Beatrice has ever had them fade away. If she’s had the pleasure of unscathed palms. Her hands are warm but not sweaty, not like Ava’s.

Ava can’t feel Beatrice’s pulse but she tries her best to match it. She imagines it would be a slow melody playing a duet with a classical track. Some sort of tune that spurs comfort or a feeling of nostalgia. She briefly wonders if Beatrice listens to music, if she seeks out music that has spoken to her. If there was a song that shook her to her core so deeply she had to sit down and digest it. There’s so much she still needs to know and so little time.

“I admit I’m not sure what you need from me.” Beatrice whispers it quietly, she’s hunched awkwardly, hovering close in Ava’s space but too far away for her own comfort.

Ava clamps her mouth shut, sure that “come closer” will betray her. That she will reach too far into Beatrice and take far too much.

Beatrice pays no mind to Ava’s silence and slowly caresses her hand, it’s a small little gesture that seems to have no set course. Ava briefly wonders if it’s the start of a massage or if Beatrice is looking for her joints underneath her skin and touching her tendons in apology.

It should be awkward, Beatrice and Ava orbiting each other in a lopsided manner. A rotational tilt that is unfamiliar to both of them and yet feels intimate. An unknown dance with their eyes closed and their breaths mingling. (It’s easy to follow Beatrice’s lead, Ava knows love.)

There’s nothing Ava can say to her, she chokes up at the prospect and they both blink at each other. She’s not sure what she needs, only that it’s nice having someone here.

Beatrice drowsily blinks rapidly and slowly at the same time as Ava watches swallowing the bits of her smile. Her hand has slowed its pathing, opting to curl on the inside of Ava’s fingers. It’s endearing watching one of her favorite bad ass sister warriors lose against sleep. It softens the edges of Beatrice who is always carrying some unseen obligation. (Here it is only the two of them free of their past and future burdens, just two girls sprawled thinly on hopes and dreams).

She can feel Beatrice’s grip loosen, she’s going to fall back asleep any minute now but Ava doesn’t have the heart to keep her up. Beatrice is no doubt tired, powered by her own sleeping and eating habits unlike Ava who has the artifact to juice her up.

She isn’t quite unwound but she feels manageable now. It’s weird to be within reach of Beatrice, someone who cares about her. To be in proximity of someone who will look for her, be in step with her, maybe it’s duty but Ava holds it close to her heart regardless. (It’s all the same to her, devotion, loyalty, love).

She clings to Beatrice afraid to let the moment go, she had called and someone had answered, Bea had answered. Ava can feel her eyes watering, it almost feels like a distant dream. She tucks her chin closer to chest and thinks, how awful to be loved.

She can feel her throat closing up and she squeezes Bea’s hand just a tiny bit harder. (She answers in the twitch of her hand, clearly on the cusp of sleep). The Halo still thunders in her back throbbing some fatal fate but here in the hush of night grounded by the touch of Beatrice she has some reprieve. (Part 1)

#tko_writes #oh how awful it is to be loved #had that revelation when my sister kept texting me if I was alive and ok oh boy that fucked me up #hello dytik installment #it's probably gonna run as a 5 times __ and the 1 time __ but that's if i can pull 3 more things out of my ass #hahahah #ooops #there's like no structure here #I think i did too much trying to jampack everything #but we'll see #closing my eyes and hitting post #cuz we r writing ugly and scared #zzzzzz #THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM #I JUST WRITE AND MAKE MISTAKES AND LEARN FROM IT #so many good ideas here but sometimes they don't all fit together and that's what i think what happened #Offtopic I read a fic from Arcane and it was like CaitVi but from the perspective of Cait's mom (n cait was transfem WOOOOOOOOOOOOO)#and that shook me and I briefly fantasized about Avatrice but through Bea's parents #Somethign something i think it would nice to see complex characters come to life instead of writing it off as #homophobia n typical strict asian parents #and instead as sometimes you venture into the unknown unsure whether you will be whole on the other side and it is the only way you know ho #to live and you must make sure that your child knows the same feels the same lives the same way you only know how because there is no optio #for failure and ur just so scared by that failure that you don't want your child to go through it and having to learn and adapt to the new #future of hey it doesn't have to be this way anymore. TLDR IS THERE ANYTHING MORE UNDOING THAN A DAUGHTER #it all boils down to having a CHILD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but like i get it #it's just the complexity of hating your parents but understanding why they are the way they are and how could you fault them when this is #all they've ever known #and it's fucked up but it's still love #love for you and blah blah blah blah #anyway enough yapping for a diff story

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