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[george-harrison-daily]

that one meme

[threepandas]

Bad End: Eve

You know how most Otome games are vaguely historical? Usually some non-specific mishmash of European countries? But fluffier and with more bows? It had once "gotten" to me, I think. I remember looking for outliers. Non-joke ones. Something that wasn't just "but this time with hats!"

I found one.

And now? Now I'm not sure if I curse that day or thank whatever force of nature lead me there. I guess... I guess it depends. Would I still have ended up HERE? If I had not found it? If so, then I genuinely and actually fucking rue it. Like... like actual "you'll rue the day! Bwahaha!" Type rue it. That's me. Ruing.

But? If it was always going to happen?

Then I guess...

I guess I'm weirdly glad. Because at least I have some fucking idea of what's going ON. Terrible, as it all is. Fucked, as the situation is. At least I'm not... not confused. Blind and at the mercy of those around me. Ignorance truely isn't bliss. All it does is leave you to try an fill in the blanks yourself. Usually with something far worse.

Not that the situation could GET much worse, by much.

I was in an Otome game. NOT a flower, high society, and dragons kind either. No. I? Was in a Dark Sci-Fi otome game. "Fate of man" was thrown around a lot. Power of luuuuv~ and such. Also, you know, HORRIFIC ethical violations. Human experimentation. Cataclysmic events and humanity "starting over".

All the high drama sci-fi concepts you could expect. It was a romp. Had good art. I'd had fun! Which is why I remember it so clearly.

Less fun when you're IN IT.

When you AREN'T one of the characters you KNOW will survive.

In fact, are one of the characters you know WON'T fucking survive. And will probably die MESSY. Horribly. Cause see, our BELOVED Harem collecting Protagonist? She? Was AN Eve. "AN".

Take a wild fucking guess what THAT project is about.

Did you say "breeding a better race of humans"? Ding ding ding! With humanity currently fucked, they want to FIX the problem by FIXING humanity. And of course, fuck ethics! Volunteers? Why use those?! Let's horrifically mad scientist our way to atrocity-ville! Make it all the more "God rightfully punishing us for our unforgivable sins" when we get wiped out!

Fffffffuck YOU, plot! I have to live here too!

You may, in fact, be picking up a slight note of stir crazy. A "wow, this lady rambles like a mother fucker" vibe. You would TOO, if you were stuck in a FUCKING TUBE. All I can do, day in and day out? Is wake, think, observe, then go right back to sleep. I can't even eat! I got a TUBE for that!

I... I miss showers.

Everything is GOO.

I'm an Eve. And if it weren't for the air tube controlng my breathing? I'd laughing hysterically until I died. And no, not in the "oh how funny" way. God. Oh... oh god. What a way to die. NONE of the Eves survive "the program".

Those IDIOTS are so OBSESSED with making bigger and bigger, better and better, FUCKING JUGGERNAUTS? That the Adams? Have long since reached the point of "mindless killing machine". UNSTABLE is putting it lightly. There is sexual dimorphism and then there's literal incompatibility.

But GOD FORBID the scientists admit that THEY are the ones with the inferior product.

It... it was even part of the game's plot. The scientist who made "Eve" HID her while HE made an Adam. I do not have that luxury. Somewhere, there is an unstable BESERKER being told I'm his "wife". That we're going to be HAPPY together. That he'll get to put his bruising, blood soaked hands anywhere he WANTS... just after he WINS me from the other Adam's.

Got to prove HE'S the best specimen, after all.

It makes my skin crawl. All I can hope, is that I can either provoke the bastard enough to kill me before they have a chance to stop him, or? I use my own enhanced strength to snap my neck. Maybe bite my tounge. Like HELL am I letting an Adam get near me.

The hiss of laboratory doors.

"Perfection at last..." Comes a relieved sigh. "All those HIDEOUS specimens. Why they make me suffer them, I'll never understand. We should have terminated them months ago. My poor project, they really think they're WORTHY of you..."

There's a derisive laugh. The scientist strolling into the lab I've been developing in, familiar. I watch him casually shrug off his lab coat and dump is bag. Hang his coat over the back of his chair. Turn, as he does each day, to STARE up at me. His eyes are a pale, pale purple the likes of which I've never seen before.

They're HAUNTING.

There is almost a red tint to them, though maybe that's the lights. The goo. I can never tell. He always looks ENTRANCED by me. Floating, visored, connected to far too many tubes an' wires. I'd think it was the fact that I was naked if it weren't for the way his gaze doesn't seem to drift lower then my shoulders. Seems more entranced by the way my hair moves, as though under water.

I've never once heard him talk about me lustfully.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't SCARE me.

"Let's begin, shall we? Time for your daily doses, mmm?" He says, voice dangerously affectionate. As though i had CHOSEN to do this to myself. As though he were merely reminding me of my morning medicine and not the hell ahout to come. "Going to be good for me? I know you shall, you always are."

He turned back to his desk, his computer. A few keystrokes... and I could feel the pod above me begin to hum, as it awoke. Oh god. Oh god it never got easier. From the corner of my eyes, bright chemicals slide down thind lines and into my veins. Like lines of lava. Bolts of electricity and pain. It was... AGONY.

My muscles seized. Brain screeched, first to the screaming I wish I could make... then static. With the long practice of daily pain, it took me far away. The click, click, click of keys. The sound of his voice, so terribly PLEASED, as I hung there and just TOOK it. No restraints, no strugging, no damaging myself. Just unbearable fire in my veins and a brain far, far away.

"Good girl~"

Distantly a phone rang. He made an annoyed sound, but picked up regardless.

"What. I'm in the middle of- ...Excuse me? I'm quite sure I did not hear you correctly. I said 'NO'. She's not-....I will NOT BE-...What. Are you out of your god damned MIND? That pile of scraps you call a project is coming NOWHERE near my-! ....you think you're clever, don't you?"

"Fine. You want to TALK? Let's TALK, Anderson. I'll be there in five."

From far away, past the pain, I watched him chance down at something at the screen. Back up to me. He hung up the phone but did not pause the program. Instead, calmly rising from his desk. Shrugging on his lab coat. Rounding the desk and striding towards my bio-tube.

"Hmmm, honestly, it should have been spaced out over a few more days... but you can take it. Endure a bit longer for me, would you, darling? Daddy's going to go deal with something for just a moment, he'll be right back, my perfect girl. Be good."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to my tank. One hand splayed next to it like he badly wished he could touch. Could stroke skin. Hold his creation close. It was not the first time he had done this. Small, covetous, little actions like he wanted to crawl inside my skin and STAY there. Like he cursed the glass that separated us.

He pulled back. Shifted to the side and kneeled. He... had hidden something behind my bio-pod? When? Apparently before I had become aware. Because I had not known about it. A black shoe box. I watched him open i-GUN. Thaaaat was a gun! Fuck. Well at least? By the time anyone thinks to look in on me? The overdose will probably have killed me?

There is a cold, terrible smile on his face as he rolls to his face. Tucking the gun into an inner pocket. It has a silencer. He leans forward one last time. Lightly kissing the glass of my pod, as though heading off to work and not to very obviously kill somebody. The pain continues. Builds. I watch him leave.

With nothing to anchor myself on... time blurs.

I think? There are alarms? Red lights flash. Then they stop. There is shouting at one point. But then silence. An explosion? Or am I hallucinating? Pain. My nerves are on fire. I don't want to have SKIN. Please... please make it STOP! Calm foot steps? Come to kill me? Please come to kill me. Make it STOP.

The lights died a... time? Ago? Emergency lights on now. Generators in the room are loud. Why can I still hear the feet? Footses? Words. H..hurts. please.

Click.

The pain eases to a stop. Aching but nothing new. Over? Oh, thank god. I can sleep now, right? But... sound? New. At my feet. Gurgling. Wha-? The very top of my head feels cold. Then my forehead. Then my temple's and ears, cheeks, jaw... wait. Is? Is the tube...DRAINING? I open my eyes.

When did I close them?

He's back.

Standing right in front of the tube. Blood staining the hem of his coat, lingering marks of his massacre cleaned but not quite scrubbed from his body. There are little off red stains on his cheek, from what must be blood splatter. They look like tiny freckles.

I'm... I can't...

I reach as the tube down my throat is pulled almost carelessly away by the machine. Choke, suffocate, as the same is done for my air tube. But then it's done... and I can BREATHE under my own power. Gasp and splutter, as the goo sloshes around my knees. Then it's gone. And the tube I've been leaning my weight against is roughly pulled away.

I collapse forward, my muscles having never actually supported me in this life.

Arms catch me. Wrapping me in a possessive hug. A hand immediately burying itself in long uncut hair, even as the other wraps itself around my torso to lean me against his body in a cradle. My face is pressed to his neck by the hand in my hair, cradling my head and neck. I can feel breath against the goo wet crown of my head.

"Finally~" he breaths out, whispering it against me like a sigh. "My beautiful, perfect girl. My darling creation. It took so LONG. Those retrobates interfering at every turn, lusting after you like ANIMALS, trying to keep you from me. Then, worst of all, trying to toss you to some pack of savages? Oh, darling~ Daddy's been so worried for you."

"But we'll be okay now, won't we? I finally have you. All fresh and finally finished. My perfect Eve. You can pick any name you want, of course. You and I will be leaving this ugly little place. Daddy has PLANS. A fresh new world, just for you, sweetheart."

He laughed, his hug tightening in a way that would have left bruises had I been a normal human. Kisses were pressed to my temple. A cheek, rubbed against my hair. He seemed... seemed GIDDY with it. That nothing could stop him now. There was no glass in his way. I could not move yet. My muscles twitched when I tried, but that was it. I wasn't even sure I could talk yet, if I tried.

"Aaah~♡ Welcome to the World, Darling. My Perfection. My Eve. This time no snakes or Adams to tarnish you. To get in your way. Just you and your Father~"

"FOREVER~♡"

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[doctorwhommm]

dontcha think it’s kinda cute that i died right inside your arms tonight?

[majorleagueupdates]

should've made a post a couple days ago when it happened but willie mays was a legend, and he'll be missed greatly by the baseball community worldwide. especially sad he won't get to see the rickwood game today. his legacy is unbelievable and forever woven into the tapestry of the sport, and as a third gen giants fan i'll miss his presence deeply. rip to the say hey kid, a true king of baseball 🧡⚾️🖤

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[icycoldninja]

Rescue (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

A/N: I've been inactive for a while, but inspiration has finally struck!

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"Excuse me, but you're not allowed back here," A SOLDIER told you, stepping defensively in front of the large, metal door you were trying to pass through.

"Get out of my way!" You shouted, trying to shove him aside. Despite all the effort you put into moving the man in bulky armor, he remained in place, as if he were a rock cemented to the floor.

"I'm sorry," He told you, in cold, professional tones. "Only authorized personel are allowed past this point." You were stubborn, but you also knew when to back down. Grumbling in defeat, you turned and scurried down the hallway in shame and anger, your irritated mind already working to concoct a new plan.

What you were attempting to do was probably the riskiest endeavor ever undertaken by a Shinra employee, one that could cost you your job, but that didn't matter to you right now. You were trying to rescue a man who meant more to you than the entire damn world. His name was Sephiroth, and he was locked up in Hojo's lab, subject to whatever vile horrors the maniacal old man desired, for reasons you didn't care to discover. One thing was for sure, you wouldn't let this go on, especially since you'd repeatedly promised over the years that you would protect him from anything. In order to make good on this promise, you'd been attempting to break into Hojo's lab all day, and had exhausted every possible method, except for one. You'd saved it as a last resort since using it was not only risky, but time consuming to travel through and even harder to escape through, though now you had no choice but to use it.

This "secret entrance" into Hojo's lab came into existence one day when he was away at a day-long meeting, leaving the lab largely unsupervised. Since you and Sephiroth happened to finish your work earlier than usual, you decided to remove the bars from one of the large ceiling vents in the lab, so either of you could wriggle through to visit one another. You two managed to complete the project in under 4 hours, and Hojo never noticed the change. Of course, back then, scenarios in which using this secret entrance were few and far in between, but times had changed. Now you were wriggling through the vents, trying to make as less noise as possible, while also trying to be as quick as possible. You'd already wasted enough time arguing with security guards and trying to guess passwords; you had none to spare. Just attempting to imagine what kind of torture your precious boy was enduring made your head spin and your stomach lurch.

Thankfully, the vents weren't that long; you spotted the end of the makeshift tunnel after just a minute or two of crawling. With a grunt, you managed to kick the vent cover off, wincing when it clattered loudly to the floor. You then dropped cautiously into the spacious laboratory, squinting in the dimly lit space, searching for the person you knew was here.

"Sephiroth!" You hissed, upon spotting him curled up on a bloody medical bed, wearing only his leather pants. To your surprise, he did not answer. Perhaps he hadn't heard you? You cried out to him again, as quietly as you could, and this time he heard you. With a low, trembling sigh, he turned over to face you, tired green eyes glowing in the darkness.

"What are you doing here?" He rasped, sounding more hurt and exhausted than you anticipated.

"Here to save you, duh," You whispered, creeping over to him.

"Stop." He ordered, turning away from you, a few locks of silver hair falling over the edge of the bed.

"What do you mean, stop?!" You grumbled, grabbing him by the arm. "I'm getting you out of here, Shiva only knows what that old ass did to y--" You stopped midsentence when you felt something slippery coat your palms. Pulling away from Sephiroth's bulky bicep, you found your hands coated in blood. His blood. Sephiroth saw you gaping at the mess on your hands and sighed.

"Get out, before he comes back," He told you ominously, but you didn't listen, you were far too preoccupied with the web of deep lashes laced across Sephiroth's body, wounds you somehow didn't notice until now. They were all over his back, his arms, his stomach, and his legs, soaking his pants in blood. You observed that no damage had been done to his neck, face, or the front of his chest, and wondered why. Then it came to you: The parts of him commonly on display to the public were left untouched, so no one would notice something was wrong. Hojo was a monster.

"What did they do to you?" You muttered, not realizing you'd spoken your thoughts aloud until after you'd said them.

"It's nothing new," Sephiroth replied, exhaling heavily as he sat up. "This is all...normal."

"There is nothing normal about this," You said, grabbing him by his bloodstained hand, attempting to drag him over to the vent. "Come on, we need to hurry."

"There is no point to escaping," Sephiroth told you firmly. "You leave without me. I will endure, fear not. I have, anyway, many times before."

"I'm not going to let that happen!" You protested.

"Yes, you will, if you stop to think for a moment. Should Hojo walk in on us, what do you suppose would happen? The most positive outcome is we both lose our jobs. The worst outcome....well...I would rather not curse you with that knowledge." You sighed at that, knowing full well what he meant, and crossed your arms in annoyance.

"So what am I supposed to do, just leave you here to suffer?"

"Yes." Came Sephiroth's blunt, straight-faced reply. "You would be doing us both a favor. A few more hours and I will be walking the halls again, and if you heed my words, you will be there to join me. Though..." He offered you a small smile, hardly visible in the darkened room. "I appreciate you coming to save me."

"Do you now?" You chuckled, ironic, given the situation.

"I do," Repeated the SOLDIER. "No one else would show this much concern for me, much less act on it. I...you have my gratitude."

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, quickly approaching the laboratory door, leading you to believe Hojo was returning. After receiving a fearful, concerned look from Sephiroth, who gave you a rough shove that had you stumbling several paces backwards, you scrambled for the vent, barely managing to tuck your feet out of sight when Hojo walked through the door.

"Now then," He began with a sneer, "Where were we?"

Half of you wanted to stay; the other half was terrified and wanted to flee. After briefly consulting your conscience, your body decided to act on its own and start crawling away. Fearful as you were, you felt so disgusted with yourself, even as you slithered away through the vents. What a cowardly act, running away like some scared little mouse. You should have stayed and fought--let Hojo and all of Shinra be damned!

How you hated yourself for fleeing the scene like a weak little fool, even though Sephiroth had all but ordered you to, it still hurt. Your blood boiled with rage you would eventually have to bottle up the moment you heard Hojo's sinister cackles reverberate through your escape route, echoing around you like he was everywhere. Your furious heart ached for your trapped angel as he screamed and screamed, only God and Hojo knowing why, but only you could hear him, and no one could help.

[simplyreveries]

may I request the octotrio buying nuis of each other and making them go on dates? :D

nuis of eachother; octatrio

azul ashengrotto

he is so confused when he sees you suddenly show him little tiny plushies that are the replicas of you two… this must be yet another strange land thing. he curiously takes one from your hands and seems so genuinely surprised. he then gives an amused smile and asks you what gave you the idea to get the two of you something like this? he gives you an inquisitive look “...angelfish, did you make these?” azul does think it is pretty cute.

when he's doing business and work at the mostro lounge and azul finds you putting yours and his nui’s together like they're out on a date at the mostro lounge. he’d look at them and shake his head with an entertained look as you exclaim " they're on a date!”. you pretty much deemed your plush his and his yours, he keeps it in his room sometimes and leaves it neatly on his bed.

though sometimes you intentionally leave the two of your little nui’s in his office somewhere together chilling on his desk or tucked on one of the couches… and he doesn't notice as he's trying to get some poor savanaclaw student to sign a contract with him and sees the student looking at him strangely and wonders why… aksjdhjd

jade leech

jade seems a little surprised at first then gives a low chuckle; he finds the little plushies interesting. he’ll pick them up and look at them himself and wonder how you managed to get your hands on something like these, did you perhaps make them? have them customed made? he seems to be pretty fascinated at the mini replicas.

he’ll have a hand on his chin as he looks curiously at the little set up you put the two of them in, he’ll have this grin on his face as you tell him they're recreating one of your own dates. he'll tease saying if he should make them miniature food to match as well.

he will keep the little nui version of yourself that you gave him, probably on his desk somewhere nicely. jade thinks it's quite cute and can't help but let out some airy laugh as he settles for the night and sees it there.

floyd leech

floyd immediately loves them… he is eager to snatch them from your hands when you show him them and shows a grin exclaiming, he loves the new “little shrimpy”. he's also the one to usually prop them together like they are on a date, he thinks it's the silliest thing. “heheh look, now it's just like the two of us~!”. he sometimes just picks them up and playfully smushes their faces together making stupid kissing sounds.

uses them like a child using toys, he'll randomly pick them up and tell you he's reenacting your first date and do some over the top performance for you, greatly exaggerating how it went. he also tries to mimic your voice a lot.

he also likes the to keep yours on his bed, he sleeps holding it sometimes. though, when he wakes up in the morning its usually fallen onto the floor because i just know he moves around a lot (he has stepped on it at least once). floyd also likes that you have his too on your bed ad well, he says his the plushie will look after you when you're sad without him...!

[kratenz]

Hi! I was wondering if you could maybe write some Harlan x gn!reader? Not forced of course!

ofcourse! thank you so much for requesting. this, in short, is the morning after with harlan.

judging by the state of things, it had been a night, for sure.

you woke up groggy and dazed, slowly peeling your eyes open in pure exhaustion. you know you didnt drink anything— you were never the type to— but the sunlight cascading through the blinds still gave you a slight headache. actually, upon second thought, that would make sense. you hadnt woken up with the morning sun in ages.

you had a slight habit of staying up late, and therefor waking up late aswell. so it would make sense for you to feel groggy when, for the first time in a while, you woke up at— you check the clock— 7 am. dear god.

theres a blissful, peaceful silence in your head for a mere moment as the fog of sleep once again attempted its siege of your brain, calming and relaxing...

but then you remember. you have an alarm clock. this one has roman numerals. and you dont have these blinds either, your bedsheets are not this colour... and all of a sudden you see the clothes strewn across the floor. oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. for a second your brain and heart turn into overdrive, a sharp intake of breath as you wildly look around where you were, who you were with.

you get shaken out of your thoughts by an arm being lazily draped across your chest, a sleepy, comforting voice accompanying the gesture. "g'mornin, toots. god its so early..." and at that moment, a part of you feels safe. you roll over to see bright blue eyes staring at you, safe for the occasional sleepy just-woke-up blink. a slight smirk played on his face, boxy features looking so soft and squishy and nice...

"goodmorning." you utter out, bewitched. partially by the man in front of you— or, eh, well, laying beside you, but also because memories of last night started replaying in your head like an old videotape. "goodmorning, harlan." the 'you look so handsome' goes unsaid. you think he knows that you wanted to say it, anyway.

the frankly evil smile grows even wider, almost dopey, as harlan reaches out; a ruffle of sheets, a small shriek from you, and suddenly you were laying ontop of his chest. smiling. like an idiot.

"do you really think i was going to let you go after last night?" then, after a beat, "youre beautiful."

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

They look so cute in this game I'm gonna DIIIIIE.

I absolutely adore this game's models <3

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

I can’t believe you guys got me fired just before my 1 year anniversary </3 (joke)

[yourfavealbumisgender]

I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love by My Chemical Romance is Nonbinary!

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[dailyfigures]

i'm an hour into writing a way too long step by step guide on how to spot bootlegs i better never see anyone falling for a bootleg again after i post this

[polaris-stuff]

nexus x v1 eclipse *runs away*

GOD.

The best thing about this is that they are both so similar that they could easily either understand each other and be an incredible duo (couple) or understand each other so well that it makes them hate each other LMAO

Ok but Nexus bringing back Eclipse V1 (since he couldn't bring Solar back, he can bring another Eclipse) to maybe also use him as a distraction for the family but V1 is not easy to handle and Nexus is underestimating it.

Of course Nexus has his NSP and can make V1 do whatever he wants but the idea that V1 never really leaves Nexus' lab and they just spend their time talking or in silence while working it's so good too XD

V1 would instantly have some plan to get something he needs and then betray Nexus (if we go the toxic yaoi route) 😩💥 maybe some Dark Star Power encapsulated or in a filtration machine for safe use. Stealing all the NSP until Nexus is nothing but a shell of what it used to be hehe !

BUT SEE, ALSO, IF WE GO THE LOVE ROUTE. Eclipse V1 talking to Nexus about feelings is almost as impossible as watching Lunar take a shower but I love the idea that neither of them have a problem just being silent together. And sometimes, when they fight, they both show moments of vulnerability that trigger longer and deeper conversations. And maybe they both look at each other and think "you're just like me"

V1 looking at Nexus, thinking how the family allowed something like this to happen a second time, makes his oil boil. How could they push a person to the point where the person ended up destroying himself? Being a grotesque version of what it used to be? It's frustrating, it makes him angry, and as much as he likes to pretend that he doesn't care or that Nexus deserves it for being so permissive and accommodating, he knows that's not the case.

They also kiss in a way that Dark Sun says looks like they are going to eat each other LMAO

[blueberrythefrog]

Pls draw kinito having a silly bubble bath ty <3 - anomalocaris

Yippie!, an ask for this blog!, Hellor!! :D! y'know.. even silly USB sea creatures require bubble baths too!!, even if the bathtubs in question are PNGs.. but the bubbles are the real valuable part of it all!!

I like making silly USB!Kinito stuff :)! Also because you asked nicely, and I appreciate that :)!!

[bittsandpieces]

I have a preview pic for the video I took but basically nobody's online rn to see so I feel like I should wait until later to post it... but also it's a really good screenshot 😭 I'm impatient

[heart-of-a-leo]

The Fantasy Realm~

July 21st 2024

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