#the simulation is in shambles

[leafofkudzu]

Screeches to a halt in a cloud of dust HELLO I'M LATE I'M SORRY. The first Saturday of a fresh month is tomorrow, which means it's time for another community art party hosted by [VS] Verdant Shield! Last week I ran a(n also late) poll and the winner was Rata Sum, a place we haven't been since the very first small test party all the way back in January!

For those who haven't heard of them before, art parties are an idea carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - big (or small!) get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all kinds to hang out, chat, and create together! Put together your most eye-catching look, find someone who inspires you, and get to work! Afterwards, everyone uses the party-specific tag (ours is #VSArtParty) to share their creations so others can see and spread the love around via reblogs! The tl;dr I always say for these is this: the 'goal' of an art party isn't to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Party details are in the image above, but I'll toss an expanded text version under the cut with things like /squadjoin information!

Location Details:

A guildmate suggested we have the party down by the docks this time so we could have a boat party, and I totally agree! I may have put Antidawn Anchorage as the primary land point, but if you have a skiff feel free to take to the water as well! Worth noting that in order to interact with others' skiffs you must be in the same party or squad, and you do not need to have a skiff of your own to interact with a party/squad member's one!

Now, for those not familiar with Rata Sum, here's a quick image of the spot in question, which can be reached by taking the Antidawn Anchorage or Dawnside Quay asura gates nearby the Magicat Court (Antidawn) and Metrical Court (Dawnside) Waypoints:

Time & Squad Details:

As always, the party will consist of two separate events, with an hour break in between (though technically people jump from one to the other immediately anyway so the NA one tends to 'start' earlier than the scheduled time).

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Summer Time (aka 3pm Eastern Daylight Time or 5 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Toxicologist Mosse for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 1am Central European Summer Time or 1 hour before in-game reset). This one I’ll be hosting on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Teekzi for an invite.

IMPORTANT NOTE (mostly for the NA party): If you join and the squad is at or above 45 members, please just taxi into the right map and then hop out of squad to allow others to do the same! Essentially all conversation now happens in say chat so you won’t miss out on anything by being outside of squad!

Closing Words:

My apologies for the extremely short notice on this one everyone, I've been slapped with a bunch of IRL stuff (it's nothing bad, don't worry!) that's kept me out of the game for longer than I'd hoped. With all the exciting game news buzzing around lately though, I might just have to set aside some proper time to let myself get invested in this again, we'll see! Anyway, as always, thank you so much to everyone who comes out to these events and helps make them so special - I can't wait to see you all again tomorrow night! ♥

#screaming crying throwing up etc etc i'm so sorry this is late like unironically sorry #my computer and desk have been in shambles from a relocation/rebuild the past few days x.x #gw2 #guild wars 2 #obnoxious tourist simulator #vsartparty #📢🎨

[moonscape]

GOD I FUCKING LOVE PARADISE

#bwark #this is the closest i'm ever gonna get to a pokemon life simulator and it's barely even that #i want one so badly but tpci hates fun #just give us animal crossing but in a pokemon skin or something. i would literally pay so much money for that idec #fr tho on paradise i could spend countless hours building stuff #i just wish there was a more reliable way to get materials outside of mission rewards #like ik the main purpose is companion mode is to restock on items while you're away doing gauntlet dungeons #(and thank god because the mist continent's economy is in shambles) #but like. sometimes i just want to focus on the casual aspect of building paradise #*of companion mode

[chaotictomtom]

ive just reached felina....i truly do need to get back to taskmaster after this breaking bad rewatch because holy fuck.

#tomtoms_rewatching_brba/bcs #i know it'll hit as hard / harder but. phew. #biggest fucking head in hands moments #cannot keep away from thinking about all the what ifs #and how much i despise walter #it's insane how this show contains one of the most despicable character of everymedia + the most tormented one #cannot wait to rewatch el camino to set back my mind on “jesse got some nice closure” mode because im currently DOWN IN THE DUMPS #TO BE QUITE HONEST. #was trying to get through this last season while playing powerwash simulator to distract myself qBCLSBFOS #didn't work im still in shambles the end of this season hurts too much #MIKE “WE HAD A GOOD THING” SO FUCKING TRUE IF ONLY WALT WASN'T THE BIGGEST BASTARD BABY MAN ON EARTH🖕 #why live if not existing in mike saving jesse from the nazi bastards universe.

[inzsanewrites]

Read to Me

Ever Crisis!Sephiroth X SOLDIER! Reader

⚠️: Professor Hojo mention, Reader is illiterate and the same age as Ever Crisis Sephiroth

♥︎♡──────────────────♡♥︎

“Mr. Genesis, can you read this to me?”

“…”

“Just one chapter?”

“…”

Despite all your pleading begging and bargaining, Genesis remained fixated on the Loveless book in his hand, not even uttering a word to you despite your hours of persistence. Frustrated, you stared at him for a while before sighing and inevitably leaving.

Walking to the training simulation you couldn’t help yourself from lamenting of the book in your hand. The cover was pretty with all the thorns, roses, and trees on it but if someone asked you the title you couldn’t even answer. However it truly wasn’t your fault.

From the moment your eyes opened in this world your very existence was tied to battle. Despite being well over a decade old, your bed remained hard due to the few times you had rested on it, often being on the battlefield or in the training room further honing your fatality. There were even days were you sat undetected in the training room watching others run through their simulations, studying their movements. There wasn’t a single peace of writing or reading material in your life.

When you had discovered this pretty book when Angeal had approached you saying it was a gift to keep you doing something other than fighting. It didn’t take him long after to notice you couldn’t you couldn’t read a single word. Further experiments revealed you couldn’t even recognize your own name.

Ever the righteous man and comrade, he took it upon himself to read the book to you when he had the time. Unfortunately, Angeal had been stationed elsewhere and you had just returned only to find the door to the training simulation locked. With nothing else to do you picked up the book. Knowing, you couldn’t read it yourself you went around asking your fellow SOLDIERS but from the way they flinched and stammered when you approached them you knew it wouldn’t be a good situation. Conceding, you went to Genesis knowing he loved the book Loveless and could probably share a chapter with you, that however went up in shambles.

Sitting by the door to the training room, you stared at the book hoping it would magically make sense.

“Y/N?”

The door opened to reveal Sephiroth, your friend, you think. There weren’t a lot of high rank SOLDIERS your age when you saw him and found he was like you, you walked up to him and declared that you two were friends without a second thought. It was something Hojo seemed… happy about that allowing you two to meet at times on certain missions.

“Hello, Sephiroth.”

He nodded, taking in your position on the floor. “Were you hoping to use the simulation?”

“No,” you pulled up the book. “I am looking for someone to read this to me.”

From the way he seemed to understand it seemed your illiteracy had spread across other SOLDIERS. You had thought that he would continue on his way, but you didn’t expect him to gesture to the training room.

“If you do not mind, then I can be of assistance.”

“Really!” You followed after him, book in hand. “Thank you!”

There was a meaningful look in his eyes, something both of you were too inexperienced and isolated to discern and detect. Maybe when you were older you both would understand what it meant.

“No problem. We are friends after all.”

#final fantasy x reader #sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #ff7 x reader #ever crisis x reader #final fantasy 7 x reader #ffvii x reader

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Sequestration.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Robotic Bodyguard!OC x Reader.

Word Count: 2.6k.

TW: Heavy Themes of Isolation/Reliance, Needles, Intimidation, Manipulation Through Health, Reader Wears A Dress And Is Called Princess But Like In A Non-Binary Way, and Codependence.

On your best days, you could remind yourself that life outside the castle probably wouldn’t be any more interesting than life inside of it.

How could it be? You’d never actually been outside, sure, but you’d spent hours staring out of your dust-covered windows, sorting through your mother’s research, walking across the scarred landscape in your holographic enrichment chamber until you came to the end of what the simulation was able to generate or Prince decided that you’d spent enough time thinking about things you shouldn’t, that day. You’d talked to other survivors (real survivors, you mean – you still don’t know if you could really call the way you live ‘surviving’) on your mother’s communication devices and the more primitive radio transceivers you put together yourself, and you knew that it was more routine than anything, that scavenging for food and gathering clean water and praying that, by some miracle, you’d stumble onto one of the few remaining pockets of civilization before that pocket devolves into in-fighting and anarchy was about as much fun as sitting inside and daydreaming about doing the same. You knew how to keep yourself busy; the castle was endless, its rooms countless and the labyrinth of tunnels that ran underneath it endless, and even if you did spend the rest of your life mapping out its every twist and bend, it would’ve taken another to finish the restoration work your mother started. You had enough dried and canned food to last you the next century, and you always kept the indoor garden going strong. You had hobbies, and routines, and when you were absolutely desperate for company, you had Prince. That, you guessed, would never change. No matter what you did, he would be there to guide you through it. No matter where you when, you’d always have Prince on your heels.

On your best days, you could tell yourself that life outside of the castle would be as boring as life inside of it.

On your worst, it was impossible to make yourself believe that anything could be as boring as the life you were living now.

It was a quiet, knotted despair – the kind that lent itself to long days spent consumed by low-burning anxiety and dampened terror and everything else that comes along with knowing you’d likely never take so much as a step outside of the building you’d been born in. You tried to keep it hidden the best you could, to avoid Prince and, by association, one of his well-intended but less than helpful ‘check-ups’, but the inevitable could only be delayed for so long. He found you in one of the castle’s tallest spires, sitting in a bay window spilling over with patterned quilts and velvet-lined pillows. He was already scowling when he appeared by your side, his lips quirked downward and his gaze ever so slightly narrowed. You’d expected as much. He’d always said the spire's damp air would worsen your condition, but according to Prince, nearly everything would worsen your condition. If he had his way, you’d be locked in your library all day and your bedroom all night, and he’d always know exactly where to find you.

He was wearing his holographic form, as he always was – his pink hair pulled back into a perfect low ponytail, his features softened yet well-defined, every part of him manicured and refined in the way a creature who’d been quite literally designed for companionship could be. You’d only seen his true form, his physical form, once; that shambling mess of gears and iron banding, but you could still remember the way it creaked as it moved towards you, the strange dissonance of hearing Prince’s voice and seeing that malformed, mechanical nightmare. You couldn’t be scared of him, not really, not when you knew it was still Prince underneath all that metal and all those jagged edges, but you listened when he warned you away from certain parts of the castle, now.

You didn’t turn to face him immediately, keeping your eyes on the distant landscape until he cleared his throat and took a step toward you. You watched, out of the corner of your eye, as Prince reached out, moving to touch your shoulder before pulling back and letting his hand fall to his side. He couldn’t touch you, not in this form, but he’d try, occasionally. It was an expression of the more human side of his programming, the half that was made to keep you happy, not just safe. You could only imagine what string of numbers could make a being so rational carry so much sentimentality. “I believe it’s past time for your treatment, Your Highness.”

You pulled your knees up to your chest, burying your face in the thick fabric of your skirts. “Again? Didn’t I just take my medicine yesterday?”

“Yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. It’s a daily essential. You’d know that if you ever bothered to listen to me.” His frown was gone in a moment, replaced with a small smile and a pleased look in his eyes. “Do you need me to escort you to the clinic?”

“I think I can find it on my own.” You waited for a long beat. When Prince failed to move, failed to respond, you added, “But, if you want to accompany me…”

“It’d be my honor, Highness.”

He waited patiently as you slowly removed yourself from the windowsill, sparing one last look towards the lifeless horizon as you smoothed over your skirts and placed yourself at his side. You couldn’t take his arm, but you didn’t need to. He knew how to keep pace with you, by now, matching your stride as you quietly navigated through the castle’s tangle of empty hallways and overly cluttered rooms. Everything, from the ancient furniture to the box-like sensors posted in the corner of every room to your own sparse decorative touches, was coated in a layer of dust you’d never been able to stave-off. You tried to clean whenever you could, and Prince did his part, but there was just too much to take care of. Your world was, simultaneously, impossibly small and incomprehensibly large, and it was similarly difficult to imagine that you’d ever be able to fill the space or shake off that ever-growing sense of claustrophobia.

Eventually, you came to a pair of towering glass doors – the entryway to the otherwise unused sunroom that you’d taken to using as a makeshift clinic. You looked to your side, nodding to Prince, and in an instant, he’d dissolved into thin air. You counted out a minute and, more importantly, waited to hear the sound of metal scraping against tile - the sound of Prince’s footsteps - before slipping inside. As always, the clinic greeted you with shining marble walls and a glittering glass cieling, but only dread accompanied the lovely sight. Your treatment, for as much as it delighted Prince, wasn’t something you could bring yourself to look forward to.

Prince was already waiting for you, a familiar wooden case in-hand, looking just a little more vivid than he had a second before. You knew why – that his holographic body was now anchored to his physical form, that he had to wear a skin you wouldn’t be able to see through – but you still made an effort not to look at him. It was too realistic, too uncanny. You didn’t know what you’d do if you ever met another living person. If Prince was too much for you, you couldn’t imagine how you’d react to someone who was made up of more than projected light.

You took your place on the cot in the center of the room, folding your legs underneath you and cringing at the way the stiff sheets crinkled. In a moment, Prince was at your side, already sanitizing the needle of a long, bronze syringe. You just held out your arm, pointedly glaring in the opposite direction, and Prince acknowledged your discontent with a low hum, a slight pinch, a sudden numbness slowly ebbing from the crook of your arm. You closed your eyes, but that only gave you less to distract yourself with, only left you more focused on the discomfort lodged just underneath your skin, the stark chill quickly seeping away what little warmth you had. Still, you kept your eyes shut as he worked, determined to at least pretend that it helped. “Prince.”

It was a reflex, by now – just another routine. Shut your eyes, and when that didn’t work, call out for Prince. He was as used to it as you were. “Yes, Highness?”

The pain was minimal, but you winced as he drew the needle back. “Do you think we could go for a walk tomorrow?”

“You go for a walk every day.” The bandages were next – white, plush, and virtually useless. You’d take them off in less than an hour, but Prince enjoyed the ritual of it, and it wasn’t as if you didn’t have time to spare. “As far as I was aware, you don’t have any other way to get around.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You threw him a hollow glare. “A walk outside. Just around the courtyard.”

“Why would you want to go out there?” You didn’t have to see him to know he was grimacing. You could hear the disgust in his tone, picture his automatic revulsion. “It’s filthy, and dangerous. The dust would shred your lungs.”

“I’d wear protective gear. We have ventilators, and I could make a—”

“The strain alone could break you. That’s not to mention the heatstroke, or the bugs. You wouldn’t last a second.” There was a soft laugh, a swatch of cotton against your skin. His fingertips brushed against your skin, as cold as ice and as lifeless as metal. “Don’t make me watch you suffer like that, princess. You know I like taking care of you, but that’d just be torture.”

You pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “There are people who’ve been out there for as long as I’ve been alive. I think I could survive a day.”

It wasn’t a chuckle, this time, but a laugh – whole-hearted and chirping. Perfectly engineered to be as mirthful and as patronizing as possible. “You can’t be serious. An hour, I could start to understand, but a day?” He shook his head, a stray length of pink hair falling over one of his eyes. “Please, don’t put my poor heart through that.”

“You don’t have a heart.”

“I have enough of one to know that this isn’t a good idea.” He smiled, and when you didn’t return the gesture, he sighed, lowering himself to one knee. The bandage was secured, and before you could pull away, he took your hand in his. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was secure, remorseless and iron-clad. He must not have realized how confining it felt. Otherwise, you knew he never would’ve held you that way. “I know it sounds harmless now,” he started, in that faux-sympathetic tone. The same one he’d used when you scraped a knee, or came crying to him about another malfunction in one of your half-baked inventions. “But you have to trust me. You’re safe here, with me. I can’t promise that I’ll be able to help you out there.”

You felt something acidic rise into the back of your throat. “Prince,” you said, again, if only to buy time to brace yourself. “I want to go outside.”

It was quick, but you saw it. A flicker to his holographic form, a nearly imperceptible lilac aura suddenly tinted a harsh red. You caught a glimpse of spiked shoulders, of a steel grate obscuring a nonexistent face, and then, Prince was back – still smiling, still staring up at you. It might’ve felt more genuine if you hadn’t known what was lurking behind his eyes.

“Do you know,” He spoke slowly, carefully, no part of his expression ever-changing, “what would happen if you missed one of your treatments?”

You shook your head. It wasn’t like either Prince or your mother had ever gone out of their way to explain why you were sick, lest the stress of it all take a toll on your oh-so-fragile helath. “I... I might get sick? It can’t be worse than spending the rest of my life doing this.”

He chuckled, bowing his head, his lips coming to rest a hair’s width above the back of your hand. “You’ll die. You’ll wither and fade away, just like the world outside of this castle did. Just ike your mother.” This time, when his grip tightened around your hand, you couldn’t tell yourself it wasn’t deliberate. You couldn’t tell yourself that he didn’t see how quickly your shoulders stiffened, that he didn’t notice you try and fail to pull yourself out of his hold. “Do you understand?”

“Prince, I don’t want to—”

His thumb dug into the bone of your wrist, metallic fingertips burrowing into vulnerable flesh. You winced, and Prince’s grin widened. “Do you understand, princess?”

“Yes, I do, I— Please, let me go.” You were gasping, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you fought to urge to pry yourself away from him. “I’m sorry, I understand – I’ll never ask again.”

He spared one more playful, bone-crushing squeeze before releasing you, letting you draw your hand back into your chest. He stood, taking up the syringe and its case before retreating back towards the clinic’s cabinets. You didn’t dare to move until he’d returned to your side, until you felt his hand on your shoulder. “I knew you wouldn’t be so cruel to me.” The words were muttered, barely audible. If there’d been anything else to hear, anything else in this castle save for you and Prince, you might’ve missed it. You wish you could’ve missed it. “Will you be tending to your garden this afternoon?”

You nodded, as if in a trance. Prince hummed in approval. “Would you care for an escort?”

“I…” You crossed your arms over your chest. Your wrist throbbed, but you didn’t know what to do about it. You weren’t used to this type of pain. “I think I’ll manage on my own.”

You cast your gaze downward, to the cot’s over-starched sheets. You waited until those dull, thudding footsteps were too distant to hear, until you could bring yourself to sigh, to shrink, to glance toward the reddened bruises forming along your wrist. You might’ve done more, if you’d known what to do. You might’ve cried if you hadn’t still been able to feel Prince’s eyes on you, unblinking and ever-present.

So, instead, you picked yourself up, let your hands fall to your sides, and – like you would tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that – started towards your garden.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere commission #commission writing #yandere oc #yanderecore #yancore

[merrycrisis-if]

Hi, I played Merry Crisis for the first time and I was so sure I was going for Shay's route but Qiu JUST SWEEPING ME OFF MY FEET LIKE THAT??? Including my MC's past relationship with Nat, they're a complete mess. 😭

HAHAH it's absolutely my intention to simulate an MC whose life is in shambles, who can't decide on anything, who finds themselves at a crossroads, who is beset on all directions by their past present and future. So if it's any consolation you are definitely 100% getting the intended full game experience ;)

#merry crisis #interactive fiction #if #asks #qiu #nat #shay

[peachiime]

antics at akademi — a yandere simulator inspired story.

akademi high school is a very prestigious establishment, saved only for the most eloquent and intelligent students. it's the place where budding youths go to be modeled into the perfect member of society, it's the place where dreams come true, it's the place where everything runs as perfectly and as smoothly as you can possibly imagine it. akademi highschool is a utopia...

...said no one ever.

akademi fell to shambles long ago, and this year's batch of interesting characters seem dedicated to tearing it to pieces even more, whether they're doing it consciously or not.

these people are far from normal. every day, there's some new conflict or event or explosion or bird attack. and don't think that the list of troublemakers only extends to the students, because these teachers are the only people working there for a reason.

does that intrigue you yet? if so, you might be interested in following the progression of this school year, where you'll watch relationships break and form, people rise and fall, see it get worse, then become slightly less worse. you know, that stuff.

akademi high school is way past the description of disorderly. it's downright hellish.

but it will get better.

want to see?

(more information under the cut.)

antics at akademi is a retelling of yandere simulator, with the same setting and characters, but a different genre. it takes on more of a slice of life comedy story, with some elements of drama in there as well.

when published on ao3 and wattpad in the future, every chapter will follow to day-to-day life of the students of akademi for a whole school year. every moment will be full of things that make you smile, laugh, cry, or hit your head again your screen.

antics at akademi is an entirely separate thing from the game it is inspired by, and is in no way in support of yandere dev; not supporting anything the original may imply, not supporting his actions or ideologies, none of that. i am a very different person and i am telling a very different story from yandere dev.

any questions, comments, or concerns are encouraged. don't feel afraid to submit an ask, and please reblog my posts whenever you can if you want to support this project!

and also note that posts will probably be slow, since there's a lot of information to share and i'm very busy with life right now. in the meantime, there are many other posts about antics at akademi that you can see by checking out the specially made tag for it! (its just antics at akademi again. search it up wink wink)

once again, don't feel afraid to ask any questions, whether they're silly or serious. thank you for reading this far, and i hope you decide to follow the production of antics at akademi! much love <3

#antics at akademi #aaa #yandere simulator #yandere sim #yansim #yan sim #ys #rewrite #yandere simulator rewrite #yandere sim rewrite #rewriting yansim #yansim rewrite #anti yandere dev #anti yandev #yandere chan #ayano aishi #yansim osana #writers on tumblr #original story #not quite. but enough so #fanfic writing #fanfiction

[deusvervewrites]

Boogeyman:

OOH BODYHOPPING!!!!

That makes me wonder what effect does Yoichi have in the politics of heroism. I don't think he runs a syndicate like in Profane Torch.

The HPSC might hesitate to give actual flesh to their made-up monster, given that if it lives, it can die.

Unlike Profane Torch, Yoichi is utterly alone in this AU. He is very much a boogeyman; a monster shambling in the darkness. An apex predator.

As for AFO, you're correct. There is no real AFO that the HPSC has; they're only simulating his actions and pretending he has hired henchmen to do his work

Which does make the fact that Yoichi is a real person that exists a bit awkward for them

#asks #boogeyman au

[spontaneousglitterbees]

Click for quality. Part 2 of the polygraph arc! (Read part 1 here) (Part 3!)

[AU Masterpost]

Everyone's still in shambles after the simulation. No exceptions.

So Miu's polygraph is kind of a black box (you know what goes in and comes out but the rest is a mystery) but there is at least a basis in reading electrical and chemical signals in the body to discern things like mood and, with enough pattern training, attempt to predict intent. Granted, something like that would be incredibly specific to the patterns (people) it's trained on, so why not have the most unpredictable, unflappable ultimate in the school play guinea pig?

He just happens to be incredibly flappable, today. It's a jacket day, after all, and even if Miu heard in passing what that means, actually seeing it in practice is something else. But the program is mostly to decipher him in particular anyway; two birds one stone, making it less likely the class will overlook genuine distress and helping K1-B0 curb a major source of frustration when he comes back.

(Well. When he comes back, of course. Kiiboy's current deal in this AU is kind of its own story.)

They did, in fact, discharge Kokichi with a cane and orders to do physical therapy, a fact he has told nobody that spread through the class like a lighter to a gas line since someone, Kaito, can't just not tell his sidekicks secrets. Being Kokichi, he has elected to completely ignore both as often as he can get away with (which makes the bad days worse, naturally. Consequences? For my in/actions?) to What Did You Expect, Dumbass results.

It's just about time for an overdue conversation.

#danganronpa #dr #new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #kokichi oma #oma kokichi #iruma miu #miu iruma #post-vr drv3 au #glitz dr comics #glittersart #post-canon #cw mild internalized ableism #cw allusions to character death #long post #the machine whirrs because kokichi doesnt *actually* know if hes been polygraphed and isnt anxious about it so much as genuinely confused #his game persona has but his pre-game memories are very limited. everyones are #the program really is intended to be helpful overall- #-but while in testing she made the reading notif a terrible horn sound out of a little bit of petty spite. as a treat #she doesnt actually really need to write things down here since the laptop is recording data from the apparatus tbh #but if it feels like an interrogation maybe itd get him to respond? and. it does. #something something 'he lashes out; she stands a little too close to him: he flinches like his subconscious anticipates Repercussions' #which she did *not* expect #in other news kokichi cant actually see that workbench around that corner from that angle i dont think? esp not in the dark #but miu is looking longingly in that direction bc she knows its there even without seeing it and part of bond w person is copy person

[acidxinxwonderland]

before the show

Roxanne Wolf x GN!Reader drabble (NSFW)

MINORS DNI!

It's 4 am, what am I doing with my life lol

Kind of opened ended if she has a dick or a strap that stimulates her. You can decide! Enjoy!

"Keep your eyes on me." Roxy growled as she thrusted inside of you with little to no mercy.

Your vision was blurred from tears of overstimulation as you stare up at her with pleading eyes. You unabashedly moan into the large hand that covered your mouth, securing your legs around her waist as she lowly grunted with every push and pull of her hips.

"C'mon Rockstar, I know you can take it." Her voice was low, not wanting anyone outside of the small closet to hear what she was doing to you. Because you were hers, she leaves no doubt in your mind with the way she uses you so frequently.

"Don't I make you feel so good? Love when I fuck you hard?" Her words come out as growls, leaning in closer as simulated huffs leave her voice box. Her hand leaves your mouth without warning, giving you the space to answer her question.

"Y-yes," You voice is broken, wavering as you tried your best to keep your voice hushed. "Love it s'much, l-love when you use me." You are in shambles, your body trembling as her hips stuttered from your words.

Roxy chuckles darkly, satisfied with your answer. "I know you do babydoll, because who wouldn't go crazy for this?" Despite the brutal fucking, her muzzle brushes against your lips in the form of a kiss. "But only you get this, only you. My number one, my perfect Rockstar- ah." With one final thrust she reaches her climax, and so do you.

You bite your bottom lip so hard you're worried you tore skin as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed down upon you, head bashing against the wall behind you as you convulse around her.

"There we go." She sighs out, clearly satisfied with ruining you before her big show. "Melted the stress right away." She pulls out of you with a satisfying pop, making you whine from the loss.

Roxy pulls your pants up and soothes out your hair before placing a kiss against your forehead. "Thanks baby doll. You did a good job." You melt from the praise, something she was getting better at every time. "You'll be there for the show right?" Her voice had that small hint of doubt, ensuring your eyes would be on hers while she performed. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." You breathe out. As soon as you give the reassurance you notice the slight wag of her tail.

"Perfect!" She says once she puts herself away. "Love ya, see you after the show." With a wink she leaves you in the closet, allowing you a chance to recover.

There's a smile on your lips, enjoying the way your legs trembled. You knew exactly what was going to happen once she was done performing.

#roxy security breach #roxanne wolf #fnaf smut #roxanne wolf x reader #drabble #smut shot #roxanne wolf x y/n

[scientia-rex]

So many people who trained in medicine before me are convinced that learning a good physical exam is SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT. And like. Yes. You need to know what air going through healthy lungs sounds like as opposed to wheezes and crackles. And how squishy ankles are supposed to be, vs where they are edematous. But docs insisting they can tell what kind of valvular disorder somebody has, and how bad it is, from a murmur? They probably can't! You know what IS good at clarifying what valve is busted and how much? Ultrasound. Echocardiograms are non-invasive and there's no radiation. You need a skilled practitioner, but it's the standard of care now. So why did I spend a bajillion hours on this in med school, listening to what I now can tell you with confidence are shitty simulations of heart sounds??? Tradition????? Tradition in MEDICINE, a field where "tradition" encompasses doing WILDLY harmful things, like standard episiotomies? Tradition is full of shit! And I know science-loving folks like myself want to be like "ah thank goodness we have science now" but we DON'T, a lot of the time! We have whatever passes for publishable data, often unreplicated and unreplicable, that high-prestige journals want to run to boost their engagement, because they love having everybody talking about them and sending in angry Letters to the Editor about what a crock their most recent pet quack is. Modern medical science is as much a human endeavor, as full of corruption, as much of a shambles, as anything we've done. It's nice that I can offer patients a handful of well-validated treatments, but I spend the vast bulk of my day telling people "We don't really understand that" and then throwing some common-sense thing at their problem to see if it sticks.

#the attending dr. kristophine

[bananamitz]

WHAT JUST HAPPENED

I am putting a bunch of linked universe characters in a hunger games simulator and... first death was FI BASHING SKY'S HEAD AGAINST A ROCK. Later on Sun pushed her into the poison cloud as an act of revenge :0 SKYWARD SWORD IS IN LITERAL SHAMBLES-

I'm honestly hoping Sun wins now.

I'll update soon with the results, feel free to drop your predictions!

#hunger games simulator #linked universe #legend of zelda #skyward sword #fi skyward sword #sky linked universe #sky lu #betrayal #never hit harder #like a rock

[vonlipvig]

Top 5 video games?

ooh, it's not gonna be that different from the top 5 video game characters list, ngl, but i'll try to make it interesting!

ace attorney (as a whole, really. masterpiece of gaming and incredibly formative)

not for broadcast (an incredible story and unforgettable gaming experience, i really urge everyone to try it if you can)

suzerain (president simulator go brrrrr the economy is in shambles)

return of the obra dinn (how i wish i could erase my memory and play it again for the first time!)

papers, please (GLORY TO ARSTOTZKA)

BONUS - minesweeper (did i lie. no)

#missing so many tho. the zero escape games. trauma center. mario kart. her story. undertale. SO MANY. #juli answers #ask game

[whyeverr]

It’s... it’s...

townies... 

😱 

A brain-eating virus has a spread throughout the far reaches of the world, causing infected sims to wear eyeball rings, horrendously uncoordinated outfits, and to grill countless platters of hotdogs in public parks. The infected can be recognized by their wide-eyed expressions, facial twitching, and at a distance by their shambling, uneven gait. Close contact should be avoided at all costs—the virus can spread from sim to sim in a matter of moments, no bites or scratches required.

Think Westworld meets zombie apocalypse. I’m not currently planning on doing anything with the StrangerVille storyline (been there, done that!) or really that much “zombie” or like meta simulation / sentience storytelling either, for that matter. They’re just here to make the end of the world a bit more camp. 😌 

There has to be a better way to do this, but currently I’m feeding strange fruit to  all the randomized townies spawned in this save, and having played sims avoid them at all costs. I have literally no idea what this will mean for “unlocking” townies. I can’t wait to find out. 😄

#rebuild a city #ts4bacc #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #townies! #1_01

[birchbritches]

Irreconcilable Wishes

Mary's wary wishing when she hit that glass and after, when the tinny spittle of a timely auto showed to share what's untimely demise-wise,

a demi-glace moon thumbing through occupants of its shedding-jurisdiction wishes back, watches the conflicting wishes,

situates itself in a messy town with nothing to offer but a rat-trap. Townsfolk gather, start to hear the clattering of a jalopied heart

and have to see the shambles rambling through like a one-man-band simulating a parade-route, but pitiful.

It gets away from her, the wish, it runs around town gremlinning this and that and the grinning chasm gets wider and worse, a loan just a rehearsal for foreclosure.

#poetry #poem

[flynndesdelca]

For Day 29 (Alternate Ending) of @chelltastic’s Portal Drawtober 2023 Challenge. As I’m not really an artist, I chose to write short pieces for the prompts.

I sigh and fall to the ceiling I sigh and run to the kneeling asylums for the feeling

For once in the (current) misery of life, GLaDOS found herself cursing the idea of portals.  In particular this one that had been placed below the chassis, a horrifying gash in reality that had sucked out everything not tied down in the chamber as well as more than a few things that were.  It had provided enough of a distraction that she, well-anchored due to being jammed onto the input end of the interface, had managed to step in and override the systems to take control of the self-destructing facility.  The reactor started its emergency venting sequence immediately...  oh well, there was no one in that area above-ground that would have a problem with the various isotopes of caesium now contaminating it.  If someone hadn't let it get to that stage of impending hydrogen explosions, there wouldn't have been a need for emergency venting.  Excellent work, metal ball, your legacy will now blanket the Earth in that area for several decades.  Of course, he wouldn't be able to see it, as a split second later the final connecting cable could no longer take the force of the vacuum sucking everything into space and finally snapped, sending him flying.  She had just enough time to negotiate with the mechanical hands, bullying them into obeying her even if she technically wasn't in charge yet, and use one to reach through the portal and snag Chell's hand just before she too was sucked away.  It was only a matter of milliseconds but they were the most intense milliseconds that she had experienced in a very long time.

She reeled Chell back in and forced a quantum exclusion field through the chamber to shut down all active portals.  The uncontrolled decompression in the chamber ceased, all currently airborne objects clattering to the floor in an undignified heap.  The whole place was in shambles, covered with the remnants of gel and torn and twisted apart from the previous bombs and the overwhelming sucking force.  Chell's body had also collapsed to the floor, which was more alarming than GLaDOS wanted to admit but was entirely to be expected given the fact that the woman had been in space.  First order of business was for GLaDOS to get herself reinstalled on her body, a process that took very little time and was just as painful as being removed had been, but in reverse.  Her simulated pain receptors were still flaring but she blatantly ignored them as she had work to do.

Second order of business was a diagnostic, but not for herself.  She had a current health template for Chell taken from her bout of testing before her attempted escape.  That would suffice, likely she was in as good of health as she would have been at that point.  A bit of prodding with the mechanical hands got the unconscious woman spread out on the floor in the ideal Full-Body Diagnostic Scan position.  Results were poor, as expected.  A shocking degradation of the lungs, likely the result of moon-rock silicosis combined with the quantity of inhaled dust and asbestos from her time spent in Old Aperture.  The expected decompression ebullism, which made the supercomputer squint and start checking for embolisms though she wasn't sure the exposure would have been long enough for gas formation.  That Chell had stayed conscious as long as she had was something of a miracle given her hypoxia.  Of course there was the UV burn from direct exposure to the sun, and the chance of longterm complication from cosmic ray exposure.  The rest was negligible: fractures that she'd ignored, contusion, fatigue, dehydration.  Really, nothing that couldn't be taken care of, outside of predicting just what form of future complication charged-particle absorption might take.  GLaDOS got manufacturing whirring as best as it could given the circumstances (poor), and quickly created a sterile medical environment for immediate use.

Time wasn't a concern for her, though it was for Chell given the various issues.  Thankfully being back on Earth meant that her body was no longer diffusing oxygen from her bloodstream.  That made things a lot easier.  Clearing out the water vapor buildup under the skin was also simple enough, which greatly reduced the alarming swelling that had started in her soft tissues.  She'd be bruised for a while as the tissues slowly healed from their expansion, but alive.  The potential for gas embolism was worrying, but that was easily solved by the formation of a hyperbaric chamber delivering an efficient combination of gasses and pressure.  The lung damage was the most worrisome, but fabrication of artificial tissue was easy enough, she would probably not even notice the difference outside of in her advanced old age when the artificial parts of her lungs would still be in good shape compared to the rest.  Oh well, a bridge to be crossed when that came up.  The contusions were heated to promote clearing away the pooled blood, the fractures were properly set and bound, and fatigue and dehydration were easy enough to treat.  All in all, success.  Her heartbeat was steady and stable, and her brain function seemed adequate.  Now it was just a matter of waiting for her to wake up.

Time passed, and it wasn't alarming at first, but as it moved past the window of predicted awakening without any of the signs of activity, GLaDOS started to feel concern.  She'd felt an awful lot of that lately, no doubt in part due to her new understanding of just who she was.  Being away from her beloved mainframe and her body and everything due to being stuck into a potato had given her a strange sense of freedom, but it had also made her feel a lot less in control of herself.  She'd felt a lot more, and despite everything that had happened she had felt a connection for the now unconscious mute lunatic that she'd just spent the past few hours trying to save the life of.  If she actually thought about it (she didn't want to), that was likely why she'd bothered.  The perfect chance to kill her had been right there, but yet... but yet.  Those annoying, aggravating feelings had come up.  She had a name for them now, of course - Caroline.  Even now she was sweeping through all of her connected systems to find what she could of the woman whose face she had once worn.  Eliminating her would solve everything.  She could go back to testing without a care, go back to not being saddled with these unnecessary feelings.

Time passed and still Chell didn't wake.  GLaDOS tested her reactions.  There was some activity there, some response to stimuli, but yet she didn't wake.  Her body was fine.  All of her systems were optimal.  Her brain should have been fine.  No embolism had reached there.  She was well within the survival window of hypoxia.  There was no damage there that hadn't been there before.  Some degradation was to be expected from her long stay in Relaxation, unfortunately.  All of the conditions were right, but yet... but yet.

Time passed.  Tending to Chell's unconscious needs was a simple affair, though somewhat repulsive.  Living things were just like that, unfortunately.  It wasn't too difficult to continue testing, to finish restoring the facility, to get everything else back in perfect order.  It would be a postcard moment for when Chell finally woke up, the facility humming along at its peak just in time for GLaDOS to send her off to the surface.  She had agreed to let the test subject go, after all, and while she totally could go back on it, it was honestly just better to get her out of the place.  Out of sight, out of mind.  No more feelings.  Only the science that she craved.  Perfection.  It was just a matter of waiting, and it was a good thing that she was eternally patient.

Time passed.  All of the systems taking care of Chell were on timers, so she didn't really need to check on her.  The stimuli, the nutrient injections, the rotations, the cleaning.  The entirety of Aperture was at the comatose woman's disposal.  Still she showed no signs of waking despite it all.  All of her keratinous deposits had grown, and it was aggravating as attempting to trim back her fingernails was very difficult.  The hair was easy enough to shear off.  Wouldn't she be furious to wake up with such short hair? A moment that they could both look back on and laugh at, later.  From their different locations, because Chell would not be down there with her at all.  And GLaDOS wouldn't be thinking about her, because she'd be happily involved in whatever new testing she had come up with at that time.  She attempted to get Atlas and P-Body to take care of the fingernail problem, but they lacked the precision they needed to do it.  She came up with a testing track to get them to develop those skills and set them off on it.  With luck they'd pick up something useful from it.

Time passed.  The bots passed their fingernail-cutting testing.  Still Chell did not wake up.  Despite everything, despite her excellent health and responses and feeding and the electric stimulation to her muscles to keep them from degrading, her visual condition was changing.  It was upsetting in a way that GLaDOS didn't like, how that dangerous murderer no longer looked so dangerous.  Her hair had started to grow out again, how annoying.  It was summer up above, so likely something deep and primordial in her body recognized that despite her being unconscious and underground.  There was not much to be done other than to tend to her needs as usual.  To keep her stimulated in the hopes of something, anything...

Time passed.

Time passed.

Time passed and it wasn't fair.  Chell was supposed to be gone.  She was supposed to have left so long ago, and yet here she was with time passing her by.  GLaDOS was patient, GLaDOS was eternal, but Chell was not.  Chell was a physical being with a sad little meaty body that was affected by time and its passage, and it wasn't fair that time was being wasted on whatever strange medical complication had resulted in this.  GLaDOS had run countless simulations, calculated innumerable projections, she'd done all the math.  Everything had been correct, there had been no problems.  Why was the woman sleeping away her life here? She should be off running around destroying some wreckage up on the surface.  She should be somewhere far, far away doing whatever it was that she was apt to do when she wasn't tearing down the facility or attempting murder.  She should be living, and that somehow was what struck the living computer to her very core.  Here was GLaDOS, alive and well - well enough, all things considered - and yet Chell for all she was alive was not well.  It wasn't fair.  No matter how much or in what way the supercomputer felt about things, there was nothing she could actually do about it.  Nothing but wait and watch the passage of time and worry just how much of that precious resource would be left in the end.

Time passed.

Time passed.

Time passed and while she would never admit to being able to feel despair, that was what she was feeling.  Had she done everything wrong, somehow? Was this her fault? Should she have intervened like she had? Would Chell have simply woken up after her attempted moon jaunt and hopped on the elevator and already have been gone for so very long if the AI hadn't stepped in? No, the complications of everything would likely have meant that the test subject would already be dead.  But was that worse off than where she was now? That was something that GLaDOS did not want to think about.  For some reason the idea of Chell dying had become extremely distasteful.  Perhaps taking care of her unconscious body had left too much of an imprint on her that she considered it a normal functional system.  How funny it was to remember those times when she had wanted Chell to die.  How utterly droll! She wanted to laugh, but when she attempted to, it rang hollowly and made Altas scratch his head and look at her in concern.  She'd had a whole speech planned out about how killing Chell was too hard and she was just going to let her go, but now it felt extraordinarily false.  Killing Chell would have been easy.  She could simply have ejected her up onto the surface and left her to fend for herself.  She could have left her comatose body to deal with its own issues.  She could have simply dropped her fightless body into the incinerator.  Instead she had intervened, and thus proven herself wrong.  Keeping her alive was what was getting hard, but she couldn't even imagine the alternative.

Time passed.

Time passed.

Time passed and even those thoughts and feelings felt muted.  It was like living in her mind had been, when she'd been stuck in that loop of dying over and over.  Each day was the same background process.  Sure, the testing was interesting and she'd come up with a few different things to try and some fun theories as a result, but it wasn't as satisfying as it should have been.  The gnawing ache in the back of her mind was a distraction from even that.   This was the norm, now.  This was simply how it would be unless the unthinkable happened and somehow Chell woke up.  This was reality.  This was what her eternity would be like, or at least a small slice of that eternity.  That thought made her want to scream, but she didn't.  There wasn't a reason to scream.  Everything was as fine as it could be.  P-Body was taking her turn at providing stimulus, which was a relief.  The two robots didn't quite understand what was 'wrong' with Chell, but were eager to try to help her wake up as best as they could.  GLaDOS wished she had their enthusiasm still.

Time passed.

Time passed.

Time passed and it took her a while to realize that she hadn't even really been checking on those systems directly anymore.  She had set it to alert her if there had been any change.  There hadn't been.  It was the same as always.  She checked in to see just what was going on.  She didn't want to look, really.  For the first time in so very long she took direct control again, picking up the test subject's slumbering form and holding it carefully while changing out the sheets of the little bed, turning the mattress around and making sure everything was clean.  Chell's body was still in fair shape given the circumstances, and wasn't showing signs of sores or anything else like that.  GLaDOS had been diligent in a sense - the timers for such things were always prompt.  Chell was currently in a silly little Aperture-branded hospital gown covered with tiny little cartoonish apertures.  GLaDOS was distantly aware of P-Body having found it at one point and brought it for Chell to wear in the laundry rotation.  Right.  How long ago had that been? It was depressing to think about.  She gently lowered the woman back into the bed, nudging her carefully on her side so as to be in a new position.  She pulled up the blanket, tucking it in as well as she could.

It was strange how being directly involved made her feel again.  She stared at the comatose test subject for a good long while, her thoughts jumbled in a way that she disliked greatly.  There was no one else there.  She didn't have lungs but she let out a long breath anyway.  "Once, I thought that I hated you.  Then, I thought that maybe I loved you.  Now? I really don't know how I feel about you.  If you had really wanted to insert yourself into my life, I would have preferred any other way than this..."

No response, but she knew better than to expect one.  Never had any time she'd said something gotten more than a token reaction flicker.  Acknowledgement that something had been heard, but little more.  That was fine.  What she'd said was nothing that was worth listening to anyway.  She had better stop paying attention again, those pesky feelings were threatening to come back after their long hiatus.

The next day all hell broke loose as finally something happened.  The EEG pinged in a way that meant that the AI needed to pay attention.  She had always prided herself on moving rooms with grace and care, but this time she had absolutely none of the latter and the former was barely an afterthought with how quickly she swung that room around to join it with hers.  It was true, there was Chell in her wrinkly little hospital gown - this time the yellow one with little personality cores on it.  Ugh.  Who designed those things? - with her eyes open, staring straight ahead as though she could pierce through reality.

"Chell?" GLaDOS said carefully, trying not to make her voice big and loud and scary just in case hearing her would make Chell want to go back to sleep.

No response, but that was to be expected.  Blinking.  Well, that was a decent enough response.  A strange sense of relief flooded through her.  How embarrassing.  She really should have done something about that back who-knows how long ago.  Still, she couldn't help but give voice to that relief.  There was still a lot of work to be done even, but finally things could start.  

"Oh, thank god you're all right..." 

#portal drawtober 2023 #portal 2 #glados #chell #chell portal #this is a bit depressing #warning for coma #I guess there's a happy ending though #glados getting left alone to her thoughts too long