Adult F. Res/rem/rei/remself. Alternatively it/its. Artist. Request status: neutral For further explanation please check out the introduction and request rules posts.
Introduction post because I needed to make it a long time ago.
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Hello, people of the internet, I'm Nexy and I'm an artist, writer and enjoy other types of creative things. This is some kind of "a little bit of everything" blog because I don't care to make millions of side blogs and it's kinda a hassle to maintain and set them up (and I abandon them anyway lol).
Gender and pronounces information if you don't care about it you can just use it/its.
Currently main topic of my creative stuff is genshin sagau. I like to make writing and planning to make art as well. My original posts are always accessible, I write image description to my art, include plain text and I describe every element in the post. If the post is not accessible for some reason I will tell about this in the beginning of the post. Don't hesitate to reach out to me regarding accessibility issues.
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(I don't want to argue about this. This is just info to know what to expect from the blog)
Pro-endo (accepting systems of all origins. Disordered and non disordered systems have different needs and everyone should have their space to discuss their experiences. People should not talk on behalf of others if they don't know what they are talking about.)
Pro-ship neutral (fiction does affect reality in some way but people are not defined by what they consume. And I don't really care about who ship who.)
Pro non contact paraphilia (people can't control their attraction but they can control their actions. People are not their thoughts) if paraphilia is not harmful to others I don't care about if they contact or not.
Pro-mogai and micro labels (people can define themselves however they want. This is non of my business)
Transx (transage, transrace and others) neutral (I don't have enough data to have an opinion and I honestly don't care that much.)
I enjoy respectful discussions about different topics so I'm not opposed of different opinions if people don't try to insult each other. I don't want to be part of the discussion tho. I just want to have a good time in the internet, not to defend my views and feel like existing in the battlefield all the time. If something makes you uncomfortable here, block and move on. It'll make both of our lives better.
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The blog is reblog heavy and I don't tag things most of the time. I try to do this with trigger warning but slips are more than possible. The main tag I almost always include is unreality tw.
The topics may change drastically. I keep nsfw stuff in separate place so you won't encounter it for sure.
I don't check every single blog about what they post, the only thing I look is separated post I'm personally want to share. Please don't assume I'm agree or disagree with something solely based on person I rebloged from. I follow people with polar opposite opinions and try to be as neutral as possible and sometimes I just follow people by accident. You're more than encouraged to block people you personally don't agree with or feel uncomfortable with. You are the one who can control what type of information you decide to consume.
If there’s one very important throughline of Lore in this Chapter is blurring the seemingly clear-cut binary line separating Lightners and Darkners.
Well, on some level that started already in Chapter 4, with the Hammer of Justice introducing the idea of Lightners being reborn in Dark Works as Darkners under very specific circumstances.
But the Flowers really put that point front and center. They are living things that receive some sort of Wish-Fulfillment in the Dark World, much like how our Lightner characters receive cool outfits and powers… but the main Wish being fulfilled for them is having a higher form of consciousness and a more anthropomorphic form, like how Darkners come to life in the Dark World. Flowery’s portrait is Black-and-White, much like the Lightner characters, because he is a kind of Lightner as far as the metaphysical mechanics of Light and Dark function… except he also has colorful Darkner-like Golden eyes.
And so much of the conflict of this Chapter is based on their unique liminality. They’re Lightner enough that being reduced back to their Light World ‘inanimate’ form feels much more like a death to them then it feels to a regular Darkner (who can find contentment as inanimate objects, as they are ‘alive’ from the Dreams the Lightners associate with them)… but also Lightner enough that they can’t actually survive for long in the Dark World, their physical bodies still have their regular physical needs, but unlike Susie, they also can’t exactly pull out of the Dark World, grab a snack for nourishment and then pull back in.
And then the Secret Boss is another kind of Liminal being, a more traditional Darkner (in the sense of a truly inanimate object come to life) that’s also being brought to life due to being possessed by a Lightner ghost. Another sort of unique being who is not quite as Ontologically Doomed as the Flowers, but struggles with figuring out what her identity is in her own way. She feels more at home with other Liminal Beings like the Flowers, despite being technically a different kind of being.
All of this feels like build up to exploring the nature of Ralsei, the so-called ‘impossibility’, who already has some of their own ‘Liminal’ elements - they look much more ‘like a Monster’ than any other non-Gerson Darkner, they can appear and survive in every Dark World, and from a meta-narrative perspective, their role as a Darkner Playable Party Member seems to clash with the game’s meta-commentary making Darkners to be like a whole species defined as Video Game NPCs on some level.
They don’t quite seem to match any of the ‘Rules’ of the Liminal Beings we know of so far. Resurrected Lightners like Gerson are specifically mentioned to only appear in very specific Dark Worlds, so this is like the opposite of Ralsei’s situation, and even with their white fur, their portrait seems considerably less monochromatic to me than Flowery’s. But I think this is still a thematic build-up being done to explore different kinds of liminality between Light and Dark and how they affect the relevant characters, before we get into the particular kind of liminality that Ralsei represents.
It’s also likely to be relevant to the Roaring Knight. We still don’t quite know what’s up with them, but it is a pretty decent guess considering their behavior, that they are also their own kind of Liminal Being - they are Lightner enough to open Dark Fountains and operate in the Light World sometimes, but clearly prefer to only ‘show their face’ in the Dark Worlds. So this could also be thematic build-up to establishing what the hell is up with the Knight as well...
[ID: A five stripe flag, with the first a little thicker, the fourth a little thinner, and the last a lot thicker than the rest. In the top right corner is a symbol of a teal radar display with a dark purplish blue sparkle. The stripe colors are light seafoam green, light cyan, teal, dark purplish blue, and dark burgundy (red-purple). /End ID]
Blip / Anomalous-presenting
A presentation one where one presents in an anomalous way / presents like an anomaly.
Colors inspired by gorefix's Anomalous In Nature (link) flag, symbol by me with heavy inspo from various flaticon ones. "Blip" & the symbol refer to radar blips, the dots that appear whenever a radar detects something. It's meant to symbolise sort of,,, being anomalous compared to one's surroundings? The irregular stripe thicknesses are also for anomalous-ness.
An attack on Haunt of @ranqai for @coinfight ! Five (base) plus two? (nongender bonus) = 7 points.
red can mean whatever the heck you want it to mean, that is never going to change that this straight up looks like they DRAGGED A BLOODY BODY ACROSS THE FUCKING FLOOR 😂
Hi fun fact, colors do have meaning and there is a legit thing called color theory. Red does has more positive connotations than negative like the @mintymaiden said. Red is associated with more love, lust, passion than blood and death just like the chart shows you but If you want, here’s a link for you to check it out yourself. Also, check out “The Designer’s Dictionary of Color” by Sean Adams. Have fun learning something
Xoxo
-Designer
What isColor Theory? Color theory is a term used to describe the collection of rules and guidelines regarding the use of color in art and de
I like that the presumption here is that “No One On Tumblr Has Heard of Color Theory, Let Me Explain in Depth” rather than simply acknowledging that the VISUAL EFFECTS of this particular color choice, applied in the manner it was, can still amount to “this is a hospital and that looks like blood”
like, color theory doesn’t exist in a vacuum. If your design of choice for Blood Red Paint is asymmetric splatters and sploches against the wall, or in this case, a snail trail on the hallway’s floor, an infographic won’t override the viewers’ instinct.
gender hoarder / collector — a term for anyone who hoards or collects a bunch of genders. there's no "size limit", if you consider it a hoard = it's a hoard.
label hoarder / collector — a term for anyone who hoards or collects a bunch of labels, whichever labels that may be. there's no "size limit", if you consider it a hoard = it's a hoard.
do you wanna know how I make cool flags like these?
Well LOCK IN because I'm about to teach you :D
you will need ibis paint for this ( ◜‿◝ )
1. CONCEPT
I usually start with a concept. this could be anything. it could be the definition or the colours I'd like to use. sometimes it's just "wow, I wanna make a flag with a cow on it, cus I like cows" it doesn't have to be super specific, just an idea.
For this demonstration I will use the concept of a camera.
2. SYMBOL
You don't have to have a symbol on your flag but I like to. there's so many websites you can use to find PNG's, I'd recommend thenounproject as it gives you the option for lineart or solid PNG's.
3. COLOURS
This is my favourite step, I love colours so much. if you don't know how to make a good colour palette or if you simply don't want to, (there is no shame in that, don't worry) you can always find something on Pinterest, Pinterest is your friend!!
I usually use a colour palette with 7 colours because my template has 7 stripes, but you can use however many you'd like!
4. ASSEMBLING THE BASE
We now have the beginnings of the base of our flag. we will put everything on top of this. I like to keep my bases relatively simple so that way I can put as much detail on top as I'd like without it getting messy.
Now we have our coloured base! you can have a gradient going up or down or going outwards or inwards or you can have any matter of combinations! it's really up to you
5. THE SYMBOL (again)
Once you've imported your symbol you can resize it and put it wherever you'd like on your flag. (though the centre is typically the default)
We are now done with the bare bones of the flag. now we get to do the fun part.
6. THE FUN PART
I like to use frames to add some interest to the edge of the flag so it isnt a harsh line, because I find it boring and I want some interest!
Depending on the vibe I either use the spiky frame or the scalloped frame to change how the stripes are shaped. you can add then to all the stripes to give a cool effect. for example, JamJoule (link) uses the scalloped frame on the top stripes and the spiky frame on the bottom one.
This is another way I make my flags look nice, you'll see this on nearly all of my flags. I like to colour these rows one of it's neighboring colours so it stays cohesive, you can use another colour with a significantly lighter or darker hue to add contrast.
7. THE COMPLETION (link to the flag post)
All thats left to do is give it a definition if you havent already and give it a name.
I love a good portmanteau so I usually mash two words together, ideally one that ends with the same letters that the other word starts with and boom, you're done!
I hope this was a good explanation and I hope it leads to even just one person making a flag. if there is anything you'd like me to clarify, please feel free to ask and I will try my hardest to explain!!
hello dear person, there is a slight possibly that you've seen this post before, because probably you have! this is a post for my old blog "thee-umh" with i accidentally deleted :')
so yeah just in case you where afraid i stole it, i reassure you i did not this is my post
V1 sees sleeping as a vulnerability, often times (depending how far deep you are with them) will either stay with you or wander around, but mostly still be around.
Early relations, V1 will just wander, but will be around in case something happens, probably just to be on guard or a patrol. But after some time maybe the machine will draw in closer, even if the night is eventful, maybe they will learn some stillness in the moment.
Just the thought of a machine in bed is what I wanna get at. V1 might have to lay on the side or putting less than half of their body onto you, just light enough to not crush you, either way they will enjoy the company of your presence. Will try to lay still with you but often checks when you move around.
Doesn’t really understand dreaming though. Maybe if just comes out as unregistered understanding, but maybe it takes dreaming as recordings just cut up. Probably about you.
>Canon typical violence, GN!Human!reader, romantic, competition turned polyamory, angst, overall fluffy after the sad stuff(ur telling me these overalls r fluffy), doesnt take place in hell, READER IS AN ADULT, fix it au
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Somehow you survived, out of 8 billion people you were the lucky winner. You owed your success to no one but your late parents. They moved to the freezing cold tundras and learned to hunt and forage. Any devices they stripped themselves of, all governments were too busy fighting eachother to notice.
But human error got in the way, one day your father said “it’s been too quiet, I’m going to venture to the town down south and find a radio.” He did not return, you and your mother could not survive, she starved and you became likely to follow. Eventually you had to venture to find food or a colony to join.
You only found death, weapons metal and dried blood. Still, you took what you could and, in a moment of ignorance, used a radio to call out for survivors.
You decided to stay the night in the home, it was the only house with four walls, most of a roof and no bodies. You slept most of the night but in the morning.. you were awoken but footsteps outside. In sleepy excitement you slowly crept to the broken down front door but what you observed was no human. A lightweight, blue machine with fidgety limbs and wings was searching the homes. It already had its eye on you.
You stared at eachother for a moment in a lock of anticipation before you suddenly turned and began running further in. You were knocked onto your chest as it tackled you, soon crouching over you and turning you onto your back with precision fitting of a machine. Its eye was blinding, it didn’t hold you down as it examined you. It had no weapon but it was clearly lethal, yet it just wanted to stare at you. You couldn’t help but feel somewhat enamored by the machine.
Slowly, shakily, your hand reaches up towards the two letters on its chest, v1. Just before it makes contact with the metal shell a gunshot rings out close by and you can see a bullet lodged in its shoulder. It suddenly jumps up and looks around, you slide against a wall to avoid gunfire and thankfully that seemed to be the right move. A red bodied machine similar to the one from before but much sturdier and larger bursts through an old window and tackles V1. In a flurry of metal hitting metal, gunshots, thuds and angry chirps the two tumble away. Why this second robot suddenly decided to protect you with such ferocity you didn’t know but both made you feel a way you weren’t familiar with.
You escaped the scene with all you had collected and began your journey. As strange as the encounter was you assumed it was because the other humans were dead so it was like seeing a ghost… but if they realized you were alive why not just kill you and take your blood?.. Who cares, you got food and weapons time to just head home. You set up a camp at the halfway point. You shot a deer and hung it let the blood drip out, hopefully it’d be good by morning to take on the way.
As you were falling asleep by the fire you heard movement in the bushes and a faint whir.
You open your eyes, look around, then to your deer which was bone dry it seems then to your left where that red machine from before stood in the shadows. You quickly reached for your shotgun, aiming it point blank but still it seemed unphased, in fact cocking its head.
It moved closer, your hands became shaky but all it did was grab the barrel and take it gently like there was a misunderstanding. It emptied the ammo, stored it then moved to stand across from you on the other side of the fire. Not like a creep, but a guardian… what.
“You uh… alright there?”
A faint whirr.
“Your friend from befores kinda weird.”
Another whirr that sounded like disagreement and agreement… not a friend, definitely strange.
“Neither of you seem to interested in eating me.”
It shook its head.
“You have a name?”
It tapped its chest, V2.
“I see.. i assume you’re keeping the other one away or something?”
It nodded with a somewhat human like shrug.
“…ok then.”
V2 explained through writing and yes or no questions it wanted to protect you, it was built for it. V1 was a war machine that only wanted blood, why it was taking so long to initiate must have been a code- it was very eager to make you forget about V1.
V2 carried the dry deer all the way back to your home and you basically had to come to the terms you had a big metal guard dog and a prowling machine around the corner seeking their blood. V2 hunted for itself, when it got its fill of blood, you got new pelts and meat. You liked V2, you had few friends due to isolation so it was hard to discern romantic attraction from friendship but you were fairly certain it was the former.
Then there was V1, a dangerous, alluring memory that drew you closer. You wanted to go back, you wanted them to fight again. You wanted V1 to return to you.
Return they did.
Two weeks after your return you began seeing shadows in the tree line, flesh offerings crudely drained of blood that seemed purposefully bigger than what V2 offered. Where V2 only took what they needed, V1 offered outlandish exotics. Bears, moose, stags, an entire guttertanks body still containing blood(which v2 took as a threat to its abilities and not a gift to it and went out searching.)
This process would repeat over the course of a month, V1 prowls around the house, gives some crazy gift sometimes with a symbol or word drawn on with bullet holes, V2 will go out and occasionally return in need of repair. By now it was clear you were being fought over by two war machines and your situation would only get more absurd when V1 finally caught you alone.
V2 had stomped off into the woods, soon after you heard a door open down stairs. You walk down thinking it was V2 returning and probably injured but you were met with V1. Slowly, as if trying to appear harmless to a prey animal, gets close. You dont move, it takes your hand, places something in it. They looked like computer chips. You look at the writing. “1000-THR-EARTHMOVER” is noticeably etched onto the green.
You knew of those machines, who wouldn’t? All who took in its image tell horror stories of it, and V1 had slain at least 3 of them by what you could see and brought their chips back as an offering. A champion bringing a monsters head to a potential mate.
Who wouldn’t be flattered?
You smile but before you can say anything V2 barges in and tackles V1. The two begin to fight once more, shouting profanities in a language you could not understand, knocking over items. You started shouting for the two to stop but it felt fruitless, so you physically step in.
You try to pry V2 away and while you arent strong enough to pull heavy hunk of metal off another it does take the hint and let V1 go.
“Why are we even fighting? You want me safe, you want me safe, i like the both of you, im sure you two can look past the incessant roughhousing and admire something about each other.” You didn’t speak like you were begging them to stop, just mildly annoyed. The two look at eachother, then at you again, loosening up.
“There, see? Now how about we figure something out like adults?”
After deciding the two can share and also admit they may or may not have some tension when they fight, the three of you got together. V1 was awkwardly integrated into the house and socializing. The two went to some abandoned factory and upgraded so they didn’t need an extreme amount of blood all the time.
On days too cold to leave the house they snuggle up with you, on days where you go out they’re constantly trying to one up eachother with their finds.
After most of machine kind begins to die out in hell by the hands of angels or starvation, it becomes safe to explore out a bit more. While you three are basically the only ones alive on the surface, its not lonely, not at all. If anything its the most lively its ever been for you.
note: i have not written fanfic in so long, so i am sorry if this sucks. it just hit me that a lot of people headcanon v1 to sound like the s.a.m voice synthesizer and i do love daisy bell sung by that same synthesizer. i use he/they for v1 in this fanfic as well. reader does not speak/is gender neutral. can also be read as either platonic or romantic. enjoy!
It saddened you whenever those memories came back. They were crucial to who you were now, a soul left to wander in the in-between; Limbo. But as much as you tried to remember anything, it was nothing pleasant. Just the bloody, somber remnants of a life that was cut short. You shake your head, looking at the fake digital sky. You weren't sure how technology worked this well; you were born much, much earlier before V1's creation. He had tried to explain it as well as he could but it was hard to grasp such advanced information, like what was a "photon".
You sighed as you continued to watch the clouds on the faux grass, a nagging feeling residing in your heart; lodged deep into the flesh like V1's bullets when they shoot their gun at a husk. You shake your head; you feel those memories come up again. You want it to stop, you tell yourself to stop, but it doesn't. You clutch your head, face contorted in slight pain, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" You hear a familiar robotic tone from above, that voice being the much needed clarity to separate you from those memories. You open your eyes to meet V1's singular eye, his camera lens that shined with a amber glow. He's back from one of his regular trips around Hell. You briefly relax for a moment before that same tenseness sinks into you once more. you softly frown and sigh, shaking your head "no" against the faux grass.
"WHAT IS... THE MATTER?" V1 tilted his head at you slightly in curiousity; he isn't exactly equipped to handle... the intricacies human nature provides. At least he is willing to try for your humanly sake. You sit up, V1 moving back to give you space. His elongated head gave you shade from the fake sun, making it easier to gaze up at him. You explain quietly that you keep getting flashbacks of your life when you were alive. It was driving you crazy, you just wanted it to stop. All you wanted was to remember something good from your life then.
And that's when it hit you; V1 should be equipped with a database of human civilization's history, no? Deciding to test this.. theory out, you ask him sheepishly if he could sing a song for you. In hopes of jogging your memories, that is. A faint blush resides on your face. He tilts his head at you once more, although you cannot read exactly how he feels about your daring question. "I CANNOT SING LIKE A HUMAN DOES." He stated. You shake your head, explaining to him it's alright if he can't sing as well as a human.
"WHAT SONG DO I SING?" He asks, not sure what to do. Not like anyone before you asked a machine meant for killing to sing for them. You can't remember the title of the song, only that it had to do with a bicycle... and a carriage. So you tell V1 those two words and they immediately start looking for a song, paragraphs upon paragraphs showing on his camera lense.
You look at his lense in awe; you might have known him for some time now, but it never ceases to amaze just how advanced technology became decades upon decades past your time. Eventually his lens clears up; it seems the song has been found. He starts to sing your request.
"DAISY, DAISY,
GIVE ME YOUR ANSWER, DO."
Your face contorts in an gentle expression of bitterness sadness; the nostalgia hitting you hard in your heart. You turn your head away from V1, not wanting to bother him more than you already feel you are. This melody sounds so familiar, yet you can't put your finger on it.
"I'M HALF CRAZY,
ALL FOR THE LOVE OF YOU."
You close your eyes, trying to get a sense of why you feel this way over a song. You can feel something vague in your mind, something that was locked up deep in your mind. You try to focus on that memory, trying to force it to show itself.
"IT WON'T BE A STYLISH MARRIAGE,
I CAN'T AFFORD A CARRIAGE."
V1 continues to sing that sweet, cursed melody as you struggle to figure out why. it affects you so. But then it hits you. Oh, how it hits you. A young child witnessing on tv the first computer to sing a song: Daisy Bell. You remember swaying to the gentle melody the computer sings, a faint smile on your face as you danced in front of your broken down tv. A small star within the endless night sky that was the war.
"BUT YOU'LL LOOK SWEET UPON THE SEAT
OF A BICYCLE BUILT FOR TWO."
V1 finishes and he looks at you blankly, but you could tell he was concerned. You tell him it's alright, you just remembered something that wasn't about the war. You tell him that song he sang was a song from your childhood, how it was the first ever song to be sung by a computer. You smile faintly yet warmly at the rather cute realization; the voice synthesizer the computer uses is just like V1's synthesizer. You tell him that.
"MY VOICE SOUNDS... LIKE THAT?" He asked as he points at himself, sitting down next to you. You nod your head, smiling faintly. You have a faint blush on your face; another idea passes you. You ask him once more if he could sing that song for you once more. You enjoyed it quite so.
He tilts his head once more; you could tell there was slight affection in the tilting of his head, the way he sits next to you. He lets out a beep of approval, singing the melody once more. Except this time, you sing along with them. The memories of the war don't bother you as much anymore.
may i request v1 x reader somehow being the last human? idk?? i just want ultrakill stuff.... im famished, parched...... there's a wasteland of x readers here.... ill take legit anything
It's like Greed out here. A dry desert..burning sand,,,but I shall provide an oasis <3
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Hell was alive.
And unfortunately, it was much too late for humanity to realize that after they built a facility within its very mouth. They were doomed the moment they tried exploiting it for more energy...and mankind's extinction was inevitable.
But whether by cruel fate or divine intervention, you survived and decided to descend down into the fiery plane, straight into the factory.
Why? At this point, you don't even know. Maybe you wanted some thrills? Bloodshed? Revenge against the beasts of flesh and metal (and sometimes both) who took everything from you? Perhaps you were chasing after the slim hope that somehow another human could be alive down here?
Considering all the bodies you've passed thus far...that possibility had dropped to zero. Nada.
It might seem foolish to think you'd stand a chance against those monsters with the weapons you had. But you felt more than capable with your grappling hook and rifle.
In fact, many of the husks were able to be cut down with ease.
You started to think that almost nothing could stop you...
Until you crossed paths with a V1 machine who left even more carnage in their wake. Painting the walls with blood and gore, riddled with bullet holes.
Of course. Blood is all those machines craved nowadays. You pitied them. Their creators died, leaving them without purpose. Their depravity has caused them to turn on their own kind, as you discovered the hacked-up remains of a Swordsmachine near the elevator drop.
You fashioned the parts that weren't somehow damaged into armor for yourself, believing it would keep you well-protected.
But maybe that wasn't the best idea, considering that you met V1 face-to...erm..lens in Limbo, and their first instinct was to attack you.
After watching you snipe their gold coin out of the sky, they detect that you're actually human and not another Swordsmachine. So they give you a chance to explain your reasons for being here.
They were never given a voice, but simple gestures with their hands/wings and the whirring of their inner mechanisms helped them communicate to you that you're welcomed to accompany them.
Least to say..it starts off rocky.
They claim one of your kills, and you scowl, almost feeling insulted. You know they needed the blood, but...
"What the hell?!"
"They were aiming for your head." V1 gestures, not understanding what got you so upset.
"I would've got them first. Let's just get one thing straight: I may look like a soft and weak human to you, but I'm not. I don't need your protection all the time-"
Immediately after that statement, they grab you as a Cerberus comes to life and nearly crushes you flat.
Once it's dead, they look at you....but you just huff and say nothing more.
When they try to leave the corpse, however, you sigh and call them back over, teaching them how to utilize the blood better--and not just whatever happens to splatter onto them.
"If you feel like being my guard dog, fine. But it annoys me that you're willing to let all this blood go to waste. You'll definitely need more for the layers below."
V1 just nods and listens.
From there on, the alliance is more concrete. They do their part in protecting you when it really mattered, and you hold onto plenty of pints of blood in case they felt rundown.
The other machines have gone so rogue that they were willing to kill you, the last human alive, for temporary fuel. But they won't let that happen.
The only one who recognized you was V2, but honestly? She may as well be just as irrational as them, since she despises V1 with every wire in her body and she's NOT gonna listen to your attempts to resolve this peacefully.
Okay so I was the anon that shared the idea of V1 and player/us. I just got another hehe.
So V1 didn't know that they got jealous when you give others attention. Like when we meet V2 we were like "OMG they look like V1! So cutee." And suddenly V1 sees V2 as a threat. They relentlessly attacked V2 that scored Ultrakill. We just watched the whole thing and like 'what? O_O'
This is especially with gabe. We are so amazed because that's a literal angel right there. We were gushing but V1 really didn't like that. They are so used that we are gushing about them that when we show interest with others they just become violent about it.
V1 kept dying from gabe and we kept reviving them. When they finally beat him, they look at us, smug and all. Just ignore how many times he died right there.
Just shower them with affection.
v1 being the jealous type is so cute, but also a little bit freaky
- Like if V1 takes over to fight V2 or Gabriel, would automatically assume it’s like a bug or something idk
- But seeing V2 bowing before their fight, and going “aww they seem polite” or something also kinda feels like something V1 might try to mimic (even though we can’t see them properly)
- Considering the fact that V1 probably doesn’t have much human interaction and just craves attention and intimacy of someone is a bit sad :(
- If you point out V2 at the end of greed (where they are sitting on the throne) V1 will be hitting those shots against V2
- the second part of the phase (where you are sliding down the pyramid), it’s easier for V1 to just slide up to V2, and hit them with the knuckleblaster (why are you hitting yourself?)
- At the end of the fight, V2 falls, and V1 remains victorious, standing tall. If they could, they would be smiling like crazy over this victory, and maybe with this your approval will be given
- Actually would it be ironic for V1 and V2 to basically have a personality swap in a way? Because if it’s a self aware au, assuming only V1 is aware, then V1 would have the superiority complex and be a bit more petty for attention?
- This would definitely come into play more with Gabriel, if we go with the belief that V1 sees you as a god, then V1 will definitely think Gabriel is following a false god, therefore a false prophet
- But your interest in Gabriel seems like a betrayal, but V1’s bias falls with you, and Gabriel is beating V1 to a pulp, so it won’t stand.
- Luckily for V1, the more deaths the more frustration with Gabriel you will have, but don’t worry, V1 is capable to learn, the move-set of Gabriel becomes a little more predictable, easier, and with enough time, Gabriel is defeated
- Gabriel talking about perfect hatred honestly could go the same way for V1 if Gabriel is taking your attention. It’s a one sided offense but to V1 it’s still a big deal.
- All V1 needs is your attention as you two descend deeper into depths of hell. Your praise and love will keep the machine alive.
