#Debugging is a fucking NIGHTMARE

[moogiewara]

I need a damn raise

[fuzzyblizzardkitty]

it's finally doing Something

[jojolimons]

augh i cant believe it took two months, but im finally at the end of the current build of rejuvenation

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱? ⦒ ✶.*

pairing(s): ethan winters x afab gn reader synopsis: ethan can't sleep again. as his doting partner, you reach under the sheets, giving him temporary solace to his nightmares at the village. content: smut 18+ only mdni, soft dom ethan, hand & finger kink, sensual, oral (m! receiving), deepthroat, finger fucking, body worship, pet names, hurt/comfort, events in re8, mentions of trauma, nightmares, scars, stitches & prosthetics. a/n 2: please check out my friend @emilzke's ethan winters x reader work called 'rebuilding' which i absolutely love (she got shadowba-nned so give her some love thanks!) a/n: belated birthday gift to @obsolescent, one of my favourite people on this app! sorry this took so long! ! even if its not your bday anymore, hope you still had a good night lovely! enjoy! also inspired by this art of ethan. « 2.2 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

It all started from a little small talk, quiet reassurances of ‘how was your day’ shared intimately under the privacy of the moonlight and each other’s eyes until both of you drift into slumber. The bed, in which you rest together when night falls. Two bedside tables, lived in, and for a moment, a sense of normality has returned.

Ethan was restless in his sleep—a side effect from full-day’s work of software debugs and upgrades that he maintains on the daily. Or perhaps, something more. Something that happened in the village that he spends every minute trying to forget. And despite the passing of seasons, the memory lingers like persistent heat.

His hand fidgets under the covers, shifting fingers up and down in desperation to find yours, as if you might disappear, kidnapped by the shadows of his nightmares and he’s back there again, finding missing flasks, patching you together piece by piece like a detached puzzle. But what he’s actually looking for are parts of himself, that seem to still sit underneath the crumble and debris of the buried village.

“R-Ro…” Ethan’s voice hitches out—frantic, weak.

Through muffled strings of your sleepy breath, you rummage under the sheets to find his hand.

“My dear… It’s me. I’m here.” You turn around to lean into the column between his neck and shoulders, made perfect for you. The moment your hands meet, Ethan clasps them tightly, before relieving, loosening in your reassurance. “You’re okay now. Rose is okay.”

Ethan’s eyes open lightly and just like you promised, Rose is in the cot by your side, gentle baby's breath floating through the air. He brings you closer to his chest, just to nestle into your warmth as he peppers kisses on the crown of your head.

“Did you sleep?” You coo, hands running up his naked torso just to feel them against you.

“A little. I’ll go back to sleep soon. Just need a second.” His chest heaves in front of you, and from what you know about Ethan, his quickened heartbeat will only take a while for him to calm down.

You look up to see him, and find that his eyes are wide awake, simply staring at the ceiling, as if counting sheep to hypnotise him back to sleep. Through lidded eyes, Ethan sees you; and smiles at how you look. His hands move unthinkingly, bringing them to your face before he even realises he’s caressing it, sending a gentle shiver of warmth through your spine.

“Ah.” Ethan puts his hand in the air to stop him, chuckling bashfully. “Sorry for keeping you up. Get some sleep. You have work tomorrow.”

“I’m awake now.” You grumble, catching his hand in the air back to your face, like a toy stolen from a child. You press his hand on your cheek, keeping him there, which Ethan has no problems with.

His hands are different now, you thought as you run your fingers down his hand, feeling every stitch, bump, and rough texture that ran along the back of his palms before hitting you with the cold knuckle of his metal prosthetic fingers along where his ring and pinky finger should have been.

What used to be the compliment getter for Ethan, through the bruise and burns had lost its natural shine, not even his superhuman healing speed is immune to the scars. But to you, the rugginess simply enhances his beauty. Stitches tracing like a map to a treasure, red patches of scar like cherry kisses gracing along the soft plush of his palms. You love it all.

Those are proof of Ethan's survival—That was all you wanted. To hear and feel his presence in the mundane. Side by side with the man you love. But to him, he lost something that day. A part of his soul ripped apart, still underneath the crumble and debris of that buried village.

“Do you need help sleeping?” Your half-lidded eyes can’t obscure your devilish glint in your eyes, hand rustling underneath the sheet, obscure him from the view of what you’re about to do to him. His eyes meet yours, staring right back in disbelief, but simultaneously unable to resist what you have to offer for him in this quiet night.

“Now?” He seems to be genuinely considering the idea. “What if Rose wakes up?”

“She won't if you keep quiet.” You bring his hand to your lips to pepper kisses on his hands, slowing as you’re licking the length of each finger. The pain goes away, replaced by lust, but only ever so slightly.

“Can you do that for me?” You pause, waiting for his answer, and he nods surely. “Good boy.”

Wasting no time to help to get comfortable, you dive your head under the covers just to resurface as a lump under the sheet. Ethan clears his throat in anticipation as you tuck your fingers into boxers, removing just enough for his cock to spring up and meet you in the face.

You run your tongue at the tip of his crest, swirling in small circles to tease his precum out of him, in which he squirms, pushing in his legs slightly before relaxing. It was difficult to see where you are in the darkness of the sheets, but you make do, finding where his crest meets his shaft and following it down the rest of his dick to find the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

When his cock is wet enough to your liking, you meet his tip with the soft seam of your lips, taking his length inch and inch at a time as you tongue around his hardening cock. A low grunt escapes his lips, and you can hear his thoughts fading him as you play with him some more.

He places his hand on your head, blood surging down his body, not quite wanting to hurt you, or accidentally snag on your hair to make it painful.

That’s who your husband is, even when he’s enjoying, he would never want to hurt you. Or at least tries not to.

“O-Oh... m’ god, so fuckin’ goo- Nnh.” That is your cue to move in deeper, hopefully to catch him between words and leave him hitching his breath as you finish him under your nose. Your tongue clashes against his dick that only fills your mouth, eventually leaving no room for your tongue to explore him. The bobs of your head become more messy and difficult, and his whimpers only make you even more excited.

“L-Let m’ see you, babe.” Ethan stifles the words out, lifting the covers up, and you’re embraced by the light of the bedside lamp. A glimpse of Ethan’s silhouette and his round beady eyes staring right into your position that exposes you and the hunger you have for him.

With you now able to see, you catch how his eyes snap shut, brows twist in, feeling every single pulse climbing through his body. His hand that rests on your head grows tighter, one that is neither rough or gentle, just a reassurance and consolance of what you are going through. You feel yourself pooling from how lewd it all sounds.

“Fuck, how did I get married to someone like you?” Ethan whines, bumping his head into the headboard behind with a light thump, but he doesn’t care. You are right in front of him, and he’s taking in the sight of you in with every glimpse of attention he can offer.

The tip of the dick is at the back of your throat. Only now you feel the gag reflex—but you shut your eyes tightly, holding in a little longer until the feeling surely goes away. This is when you feel his hips jerk up against you, thighs widening to welcome you as he whimpers bitten pieces of your name until his spine shakes from the fervour of affection you have been pouring into him.

“G-Get off… I’m fuckin’ gon-gonna…” Ethan’s raspy groan erupts through the room, melodious to you, as his hand struggles to push you off, made weak for any movement from how your skilled lips have treated him.

Ethan falls back to the sheets, with one final grunt, unloads himself directly onto your tongue. And you accept, letting your sore jawline hang wide to receive the fruits of your labour. His hand untenses from your head, abandon to the side of him in order to recollect his thoughts.

You reach over the bedside table to retrieve the tissue box in order to spit out his cum for disposal. You roll back to your side of the bed, checking at Rose's slumber, and when you did you bring the sheets upwards, preparing for your sleep.

“Good night, Ethan.” Are your final words creeping a yawn before turning the lamp off.

Ethan pauses to catch his breath for a moment, then wraps his hands around you, coaxing warm kisses into your neck: “How’d you expect I sleep without tasting you first?”

“I’m on morning shift tomorrow. Need my eight hours.”

“You sure?” There it was. That sweet voice lined with a hint of mischievous tone. The one you can’t resist.

“I’m very sure.” You don’t hesitate, because you know it will give yourself an opening.

He runs his hand up your belly, slightly exposed from your lifted shirt, pressing strokes that almost feels like a massage. Ethan seems to know where to touch you every time to untense you. “By the time I’m done, you’ll sleep like a baby.”

You can be convinced. You can be convinced very much. Especially with how he reaches down to tease you, and knows how your body betrays mind, with how you have wet a patch in your underwear.

“Not very honest, aren’t you?” Ethan lets out an amused grin, as if returning the favour of what you’ve done to him at his barely awake state. “You’ll still get your eight hours. I’ll make you come in five minutes. Guarantee it.”

You roll your eyes and wave at him to go ahead, but secretly, your clit is pulsing at his forwardness, increasingly eager to let him please you. In which Ethan helps himself, running a teasing finger up the length of your cunt just to stop at your clit, swirling lazy circles which only earn a groan from you that Ethan has been desperate to hear all night.

“Etha-an… Hnng… B-Babe…” The feeling run into your veins, growing in need, knotting itself low in your stomach. He delivers as he promises with only his nimble fingers, through slick and slurp, explores the depths of you, finding the spot you desire with skilful ease. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes to feel him filling you with his fingers alone, and encourages him to continue.

He spreads you, adding his second finger now, the cold metal of his ring finger, lacing them on the length of your cunt with practiced ease. The contrast between cold and warm only excites you more. Ethan dotes on your sweet voice, slipping the two curled fingers in and out through a perfect angle that pushes a muffled groan between clenched teeth.

“God, baby.” He takes that as a sign to continue faster and harder, jamming his fingers until the sound of your slick permeates the air, every muscle clenching at him. “You like it when my finger fucks you, huh?”

You let the sensation continue, allow yourself to completely give away control to the man you love. Let him take care of you, like you always do to him. Ethan is merely returning the favour. A slight pain enters through his sensitive finger that still aches from a past wound, in which he winces, and you catch on almost immediately.

“Y-Your hand…”

“Shh… Just be quiet and feel good.” He smiles, not intending to stop anytime soon. Ethan quickens his pace, before you start squeezing into his fingers, demanding urgency, speed through how your thighs close in, as if that would allow more friction on your naked skin.

You open your eyes now, and all you see is sincerity in his eyes, fixed upon you this whole time to make sure you are indeed enjoying what he’s doing to you. And somehow, that is the one action that tips you over the edge, rippling high moans through the back of your throat as you chase your own high directly between his fingers.

“Wow.” Ethan whistles, a bemused grin hanging by his lips as he feels your juices release, spilling on his fingers. “You came so much.”

Ethan brings his fingers up his lips, admiring his handiwork, dripped in your sweet juices, before putting them into his mouth. He runs his tongue around the sides of his slender fingers, savouring every part of his reward.

“Heh. Told you I just need five minutes.”

“That was ten minutes, Mr. Winters.”

“Maybe I can beat my record?” Ethan winks, quite terribly, frankly, and despite how his silly charms would normally convince you, this time, you are functioning with five hours of sleep.

“Don’t even try, Ethan.” He shrugs, slightly defeated, as he joins you into the cosy embrace of your shared bed.

...

“In the morning?”

“Are you serious right now, Ethan?”

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. god i'm so feral for him, every night i'm plagued by the thoughts of ethan cradling me to sleep and whispering into my ear (yes this is a marriage proposal). tags: @valsthea @httpsuguru @emilzke @daydreamrot @navstuffs @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

[noxsn]

Hello!

A dare for you if you want (I'm curious)

Name the more shipkids possible (and the ship they're from) without cheating!

Have a nice day ✨

Anon this is a dream come FUCKING true THANK YOU SO MUCH I CAN MAKE A LIST NOW AAAH. Ive DEFINITELY forgotten a good few people tho

I can describe literally everyone here and I WILL LOVE TO answer questions about them if asked!!!!!!

BUT ANYWAY HERE ARE ABOUT 72 SHIPKIDS!!

@sawdust-flavored-poptarts

Sweetheart (lust/swap)

Cherri (dream/killer)

Other

Paperjam/PJ (error/ink) - 7goodangel

Gradient (error/ink) - askcomboclub

Pallet roller (dream/ink) - @angeutblogo

Goth (reaper/geno) - nekophy

Raven (reaper/geno) - @echoiarts

Shino (reaper/geno) - blue-kohina

Smudge (ink/nightmare) - pixiewritesstuff on tiktok (https://www.tiktok.com/@sanstheskelussy?_t=8o4e192Z1f6&_r=1)

Lux (dream/cross) - Jakei95

Starcross (dream/cross) - lunnar-chan

Crescent (killer/nightmare) - lunnar-chan

Kenza (lust/dust) - nimaruu

Rocket (swap/outer) - jaylaxyart99

Blue screen (ink/error) - 7goodangel

Sprinkle (swap/dust) - 6agentgg9

By Andrew (i think they deleted their blog?)

Debug (error/nightmare)

Dedge (fell/dust)

Rubi (fresh/sci)

Økske (horror/dust)

Raspberry (swap/geno)

Plum (red/classic)

Lurro (lust/horror)

Cabriole (lust/dance)

Eros (lust/fell)

Molpe (epic/dust)

Rem (dream/error)

Somnia (fresh/nightmare)

Lucid (dream/nightmare FUSION NOT CHILD)

Ricin (death/sci)

Nei (horror/swap)

Design?, Aiden, Happy?, and someone else (a DID system made by ink/error)

By @/pepper-mint

Blueprint (swap/ink)

Neon(fresh/sci)

Charm (lust/nightmare)

Orfeo (lust/ink)

Belladonna/Bella (lust/dust)

Al (error/geno)

Morgue (fell/sci)

Ritter (altertale sans/storyshift sans)

Raider (error/nightmare)

Roulette (mafia/??)

Vermilion (lavender/fetal error)

Cloud berry (swap/dream)

Sträke (epic/cross)

Strel (bird/flower fell)

Slash (fell/dust)

Silver(reaper/geno)

Hela (reaper/dream)

Ivy berry (swap/nightmare)

Glasses (horror/fresh)

Noir (killer/nightmare)

Prisma (killer/color)

By cricketkillerz on tiktok!! (https://www.tiktok.com/@cricketkillerz?_t=8o4dy6HrUIb&_r=1) THEY HAVE LIKE A 100 COOL SHIPKIDS GO CHECK THEM OUT!!!!

Delusion (error/nightmare)

White Jasmine/WJ (lust/farm)

Aristotle (swap/cross)

Daring (swap/cross)

Porcelain (lust/geno)

Angel dust (lust/mafia)

Cupid (lust/dream)

XOXO (lust/cross)

Toxic (cross/sci)

Chamomile (flower fell/cinno)

Citrus (nightmare/farm I LOVE HER)

Hound (horror/cross)

Last judgment/LJ (ink/geno/cross thing)

Rosita (fell/lust)

Drip/driper? (killer/outer)

Huntress (shattered/dust)

Anarchy (fell/dream)

Falcon? (nightmare/bird)

Unknown

Nova (lust/nightmare) (i might have made her up myself ngl-)

I might have mixed one of two of Andrew and Mints characters cus they interacted a lot.

Also I KNOW some of the creators have weird ass content but ISTG i found most of these as a bb, forgot about the weird shit, and just made my own tweaked versions pf the characters that are now forever stuck in my brain. I DON'T SUPPORT THE WEIRD STUFF!!!

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 3,194 Words

Summary: Eclipse 4.0 wakes up and finds out who his creator is.

Warnings: Cursing, Virus, Memory Alteration, Nightmares, Evil Twin (does it count if you share a body with the evil twin?), Past Character Death, Angst, Family Bonding, Hurt/Comfort, let me know if I should add anything else.

Note: I spun a wheel and this was the outcome. Probably crack but here we are. Have fun.

To Make Anew

“Fucking build running me out of materials.” Solar growled as he finished the new animatronic he had made. He had almost run out of materials this time, so it had to be smaller this time, more akin to Blood Moon’s height and its faceplate was one from storage that was an old one of Moon’s he had to recolor. It was aggravating to scrub that paint off his fingers to get rid of evidence.

The bot finally booted up, much to Solar’s relief, running scans and booting up its programming. The memories began to trickle into it after running through five different debugging programs. He was glad he was able to find the fried personality chip. He’d been able to pull everything off it at least and put it on a new chip.

Solar sighed impatiently as he waited to see the animatronic come online. He’d been sure that his presence from it would be wiped this time, he wouldn’t know anything about him, so that was more convenient. It wouldn’t have a chance to almost figure it out again.

Finally. Finally! The animatronic came online, its orange eyes beaming in the dimly lit Parts and Service room as the bot opened its eyes and shut them again, slowly blinking and taking in where it was and what it was. Finally, its eyes flickered blue and then back to orange as it began to move around and squirm to unhook itself from the various wires. Perfect.

“Eclipse.” Solar called attention to himself and the bot’s head whipped to look at him with a glare that immediately faded to shock.

“You…” Eclipse whispered, stunned at having learned who his creator was.

“Yes, me.” Solar sighed and sat back in his desk chair.

“Why!? How!? What!?” Eclipse burst into exclamations of confusion and shock.

“Simple, really. I want to be useful. They’ll throw me away eventually. And making you and sending you in will let me prove to them that I’m more than their personal mechanic.” Solar told him.

“Why are you telling me this?” Eclipse looked up at him from taking out the wire to his arm computer with slight apprehension. Eclipse could see the manic look in Solar’s eyes through that blank smiling expression all the daycare bots besides Earth had.

“Because you won’t remember it.” Solar snapped to shut him up, pulling out all but one of the wires to Eclipse, though he left him locked down to the table by the shackles.

“Why go after Lunar? You were supposed to kidnap him, not get in a verbal fight with him! You weren’t supposed to die!” Solar growled, injecting something into Eclipse’s code via the last wire connected to him. Eclipse didn’t know what it was, but it burned and ached in his head. It hurt, it felt like it was poison coursing through his code.

“What did you do to me!?” Eclipse strangled to growl as he thrashed on the table and tried to fight away and to get up.

“Something to make you a little easier to deal with.” Solar watched the poison run its course and dissipate into a constant hold on Eclipse’s code. It was made to essentially act as a chronic migraine and chronic pains. It would undoubtedly make Eclipse much easier to handle because Eclipse would be more focused on his chronic pains than he would be able to focus on finding Solar.

“Feeling it?” Solar asked, his grin becoming more malicious as he watched Eclipse shy from the light overhead and try to curl up, which was in vain due to the restraints, to sate the pain in his right chest like something was damaged inside, but it wasn’t.

“Make it stop. Please.” Eclipse weakly whined, eyes tightly shut, trying to avoid the light and his ears ringing at the high-pitched whine from the overhead light.

“No. This is going to be your punishment for not doing the right thing last time and just kidnapping Lunar.” Solar snapped, hooking the other wire up again, selecting all of Eclipse’s memories post-wake up and deleting them, which made Eclipse’s head drop back down with blue in his eyes as he bluescreened. Solar left to watch from the security cams in Fazer Blast as Eclipse booted back up.

Solar put his hand on one wall and made a portal to alert the others and cleared the two security cams, the one in Parts and Service and the one in Fazer Blast as he used the vents to get back to the theater in the daycare just in time for Eclipse’s directives teleported him to the daycare’s upstairs hallway just behind the balcony.

Solar watched intently as Moon came into the daycare to check on the spot Eclipse had died in. Solar was looking over the security cams ‘for Moon’. Realistically, he was checking to see if the data deletion from Parts and Service and Fazer Blast had worked right.

“And he was basically in the same spot as last time too.” Moon noted.

“Yeah, cosmic fate or something.” Solar muttered.

“Exactly. What I was thinking. Almost like he’s meant to die when he’s in or near this very spot.” Moon told him, standing in the spot where Eclipse had died the last time before this, the Eclipse they’d killed.

“Weird.” Solar hummed.

“I know.” Moon sighed, looking at the lack of anything where Eclipse had died. Solar saw movement upstairs and smirked that his plan had worked. The directives caused Eclipse to show he was alive immediately.

“Ah fuck.” Moon looked up and noted.

“You’re already back?” Solar asked with a roll of his eyes, coming over to stand by Moon.

“You thought I’d stay dead for long? That’s cute.” Eclipse looked at the both of them blankly, voice monotone. The directives are going a bit too much, but it was fine. Eclipse jumped down into the ball pit, and it seemed to rattle something in his head that made his new poisonous torture begin again.

“AH!” Eclipse disappeared mostly under the plastic spheres with his arms and head against the ‘island’ in the ball pit, seemingly unable to move now due to the migraine he now had. Solar grinned internally at how functional it was for Eclipse to come back to full consciousness in pain, but Solar didn’t show that or mention it.

“Whoa, shit, Jesus. Did you knock something out, idiot?” Moon asked as he waded into the ball pit and wrapped an arm around Eclipse to get the limp bot out of the ball pit, but Eclipse grabbed his arm and looked up at Moon.

“Shh, please.” Eclipse whispered, his hands going to his eyes to hold them closed, the high hum of the fluorescent bulbs in the daycare making his head ache and throb with pain.

“You got leftover pain from last time or something?” Moon asked.

“Please, I need somewhere quiet.” Eclipse kept his voice quiet, almost fragile with the migraine seeming to make him unable to make his voice any louder than that.

“Alright, one dark room without sound then and questions after.” Moon seemed sympathetic. This wasn’t good. Solar should’ve accounted for Moon’s occasional migraine at the light and had forgotten. Fuck.

Eclipse didn’t move his head but moved one hand to sign ‘yes please’, unable to do anything more because it was too painful. He was effectively blind, and everything hurt.

“Alright, weirdo, I’ll get you somewhere good.” Moon sighed, hooking his other arm under Eclipse’s knees to get him from the ball pit and then set Eclipse on his feet once he got them to the security desk. “Move your hands.” Moon instructed and grabbed his own emergency silicone eye pads from the small mini-fridge under the security desk and a stretchy headband that had buttons on the back to tighten and loosen it.

Eclipse slowly lowered his hands from his eyes, hesitantly, and Moon tilted his head back while Eclipse’s eyes were closed, putting the cold pads to Eclipse’s eyes and buttoning the headband snuggly around Eclipse’s faceplate to keep the pads in place.

Eclipse relaxed almost instantly, and Moon held his hands to guide him upstairs to the portal to his and Sun’s house. Eclipse could smell cat fur and fish vaguely. Both smells made him want to throw up, but Moon was guiding him away from them as he heard bits and pieces of a whispering conversation that he couldn’t focus on over the roar of his engines in his ears like a heartbeat.

He felt something soft under him and over him and quiet. Silence. Blessed silence. Eclipse relaxed and felt Moon’s arm on his shoulder, writing on him so Moon wouldn’t upset the migraine. ‘It’s okay. Relax. We’ll talk later.’ Eclipse signed for ‘yes’ and ‘thank you’, slowly drifting off to nightmares that held bits and pieces of memories that were thought to be deleted but were only buried in his subconscious.

Eclipse woke up in a cold ‘sweat’ with a scream. Animatronics couldn’t sweat, but he damn sure felt like he was with the nightmare? Memory? He didn’t know. But it scared him either way, and he slipped off the headband and eye pads into the bed in the dark room. Moon was asleep in the chair. Or he had been until Eclipse had seemingly woken up screaming.

“What happened!?” Moon buzzed up to attention and sighed seeing it was Eclipse sitting up in the bed looking panicked. “Hey, you came back and got a migraine immediately. You’re in my house. Don’t panic.” Moon tried to calm him, assuming Eclipse had screamed after not knowing where he was.

“It was Solar. It was Solar! He made me. He put some kind of poison in my code to make it hurt. Moon, please!” Eclipse told him.

“What?” Moon asked.

“Scan me. Scan my memories. He did it. I know he did it!” Eclipse told him.

“Alright, well, I’d have to hook you up to the computer in the daycare to check that, so come on.” Moon told him, guiding Eclipse up, hand supporting him when Eclipse’s joints felt like they would collapse under him from the aches in them. But he let Moon lead him. Moon was actually being nice to him. Was it pity? Was it sympathy? Eclipse didn’t know, but he was grateful for the help maneuvering anyway.

Moon got him into the daycare and Eclipse stayed hyperaware for any sight of Solar, looking around and checking corners as Moon hooked him up to the computer and began typing away on it to go through Eclipse’s memories. Most looked clear besides a chunk of memory that had been sent into Eclipse’s subconscious.

“This is weird. Is this what you remembered?” Moon asked as he brought the memory up and played through it, seeing Eclipse waking up and Solar talking to him and clearly angry. Moon could hear the entire audio of the memory and it made Eclipse shiver with familiarity, a chill going down his spine as his eye camera caught Solar’s angry face as Solar was chewing him out over going after Lunar the wrong way.

“Yes.” Eclipse told him.

“Well, this isn’t good.” Moon sighed, unplugging Eclipse from the computer. “I can’t get the virus that’s attached to your code out, I’m sorry. So I’ll take you back home again, and you can stay there with a heated blanket for the pain. This isn’t me forgetting that you’ve done shit in the past I don’t condone. This is me helping someone who’s struggling. Do not mistake my kindness for stupidity. I will be talking to you about this once it’s safer to do that.” Moon told him.

“Computer, lock access to Solar. If he comes in here, get him in the interview room.” Moon told the computer.

“Understood.” The computer told Moon as Moon guided Eclipse back to the portal to the house. Moon sat Eclipse on one of the couches and went to get the heated blanket. Sun was glaring accusingly, but he was appearing to ignore Eclipse regardless. Sun’s black cat jumped up on the couch and rubbed its head against Eclipse.

“Hi.” Eclipse lifted his hand a bit and pet the cat lightly, joints a bit too achy to do more than pet the cat’s back and sides,

“That’s Saturn.” Sun told him.

“Hi, Saturn.” Eclipse greeted the cat again as she rubbed on him, purring up a storm, which made him smile a bit as he leaned his head back onto the cushions on the back of the sofa. Saturn happily began to knead Eclipse’s thighs as he felt Moon put the heated blanket on top of him, and the cat shifted onto the back of the couch and rested its arm on his shoulder like it was keeping him there. Eclipse was asleep before he was even aware of the new whispering conversation in the kitchen nearby.

Moon sighed, leaning on the counter. Sun continued to rant and rave about how Eclipse could be lying. He just waited out the anger for Sun to have a pause. He’d rather his brother get the anger out than interrupt him and have Sun just completely lose it. Finally, the lull happened as Eclipse fell asleep on the couch and Sun looked to Saturn cozying up against Eclipse’s head, purring.

“Saturn hates mean people.” Sun tilted his head as he realized.

“Exactly. He’s behaving. He has no choice to, Sunny. Solar put a virus in him that melded to his code. He has chronic pain and chronic migraines because of it. That’s why he was here yesterday. He had a massive migraine after he was made again. I watched the memory that Solar tried to delete, he only pushed it to Eclipse’s subconscious. It was him booting up and Solar talking to him, talking about how we’ll throw Solar away and he made him to prove he’s more than a mechanic. Telling him he wasn’t supposed to get himself killed and was supposed to kidnap Lunar. He gave him that virus and then tried to wipe that chunk of memory from him.” Moon explained to Sun.

Moon then brought up his arm computer and showed Sun the download he’d done of Eclipse’s memory, showing Sun the interaction of Eclipse booting up and Solar. Sun’s expression slowly went from annoyance to shock at the visual and audio of the memory.

“Oh my god. Solar said that? That Eclipse was supposed to kidnap Lunar?” Sun asked.

“Yes. He said that shit.” Moon told him.

“Moon, I have put Solar into the interview room. He is behaving oddly.” Moon’s computer AI echoed through the house, making Tux hiss at it again for the third time this week alone. “Sorry, Tux.” The AI apologized to the cat.

“Alright, I’m coming. Sun, can you stay and watch Eclipse? I’ll message Earth to watch Lunar.” Moon asked Sun.

“Yeah, fine. But I’m calling you if he tries anything.” Sun told him.

“He won’t trust me.” Moon told him and patted his brother’s shoulder before going through the portal to the daycare, walking to the interview room under the theater, and observing first. Solar was angry, holding his head with one hand and angrily seeming to rant and rave with the other hand. As Moon watched him, Solar looked very…stressed? But also angry? It was very odd. The computer was right that he was behaving oddly.

Moon opened the door and entered the interview room, which made Solar turn to him and glare at him first before the expression dropped, and Solar looked at him with mild horror in his eyes.

“Moon, I need help.” Solar told him in a bit of panic. “Don’t fucking listen to that shit.” Solar growled as he glared again. But Moon saw it. The flash of blue in his eyes as if a Moon was taking over, his eyelights turning from orange to red. Moon could see it.

“Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you are, but that body is my best friend’s, and I want him back. So you’re gonna tell me what you are. Now.” Moon growled.

“And why should I?” Solar asked, chuckling a bit at him.

“Because I can and will wipe you. I have a backup of Solar and I’m a hundred percent sure whatever you are isn’t in it.” Moon told him.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Solar growled.

“I would, so talk.” Moon snapped back.

“Moon, it’s Crescent’s kill code!” Solar fought through to him for a few seconds.

“You’re a kill code, huh? Good, I know how to get rid of you, you damn virus.” Moon smiled at them. “Solar, how attached is it?” Moon asked.

“Not attached!” Solar growled, holding his head in pain as he fought off the kill code trying to take control. Solar’s control slipped, and the kill code attempted to go after Moon for a minute to prevent Moon from getting the USB in his finger into Solar’s head.

Solar regained control mid-chase and held the metal table before slamming his face down into the table, making his faceplate dent and crack, and steam poured from his processors. While Solar was basically laying his upper half on the table, Moon put the USB in and deleted the kill code, making Solar look up at him with his busted faceplate and a goofy smile in his delirium.

“I know, buddy, we’ll get you fixed.” Moon told him.

“Thank you. I…I killed Crescent and he transferred his kill code to me beforehand. I didn’t know. I couldn’t control it.” Solar told him.

“Bud, it’s alright. We’ll figure this shit out. Right now, Eclipse is fine, Lunar’s is fine, everyone’s fine. You didn’t hurt anyone.” Moon promised as he helped Solar from the interview room and into the portal to the house.

“Moon? What happened?” Sun asked, sitting on the couch with Netflix on as Eclipse idly watched with him.

“He had his brother’s kill code ported to him when he killed his brother. I got the kill code out after he smashed his face into the table in the interview room to make the kill code stop chasing me.” Moon told him. “I’ll fix him while he’s sleeping.” Moon waved away the worry of Solar being injured.

“Solar?” Eclipse asked.

“Yeah?” Solar asked back.

“Truce.” Eclipse told him simply.

“Damn, yeah. Truce.” Solar agreed.

“Uh, Solar, there’s a dimensional disturbance in Fazer Blast. Why is that there?” Moon asked.

“Um…I think Crescent’s kill code had friends he was letting in.” Solar admitted.

“Shit. Uhhhh, it looks like a Blood Moon.” Moon told him, showing him the footage of a Blood Moon coming out of the portal in Fazer Blast.

“Are you kidding me? I’m somehow a fucking father because of a kill code!?” Solar sighed, hiding his face in his hands.

“I’ll go get your babies and talk to them. Hopefully these ones are more reasonable than ours.” Moon sighed and went off to the portal again, leaving Sun behind to watch Netflix with Solar and Eclipse with Saturn and Tux both choosing Eclipse and Solar to sit on respectively.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

can u please do 2bdamned x reader but they have the same music taste? sorry for bad english!! :3

Your English is fine :]

Doc x Reader - tunes n chillin (in other words, yall gonna like MY MUSIC TASTE lol)

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the morgue.

The base was relatively empty, everyone else off doing who knows what, killing who knows who, leaving you plenty of space to zone out into your own world, music on in the living room while you doodled away in an old sketchbook. A ballpoint pen was the only tool you had on hand now, but the deep black strokes added weight and character to your art.

The unsuspecting victim, of darkness in the valley. We can live like Jack and Sally if we want, where you can always find me.

Scrawling what came to mind, the song inspired you to roughly doodle the main Nightmare Before Christmas characters, the gaunt and oddly handsome Jack Skellington, and his sweet patchwork lover Sally. Oh to have a romance like theirs would be a dream.

And we'll have Halloween on Christmas, and in the night we'll wish this never ends -

"We'll wish this never ends." You looked up from your art, seeing Doc nodding his head along to the music. "Hey, it's a good song." He shrugs when he notices you watching him.

Some weeks later you were in your room, exhausted from dragging around some guy whom Sanford was currently torturing information out of. To drown out the noise, you'd placed a CD into the player and flicked through an old manga, something about a cosmic horror planet coming to devour the earth.

I'm just a normal boy who sank when I fell overboard. My ship would leave the country, but I'd rather swim ashore. Without a life vest, I'd be stuck again. Wish I was much more masculine, maybe then I could learn to swim like fourteen miles away.

Your door was currently non-existent, Hank had ripped out part of the hydraulic seal during a half-MAG rage, so currently only a curtain served as your privacy. Privacy which was often ignored by the lads.

The curtain swayed as Doc stormed in, he wasn't wearing his mask and his displeasure was evident. "Trying to break passed some firewalls is incredibly difficult with all that fucking noise Sanford is making. I'm used to some level but his current toy hasn't stopped screaming his lungs out for two hours straight. I can't even think right now!"

You looked up from your lounging position. "Yeah, that's why I put music on. It's not like I can shut the door." Doc sat on your bed, going back to debugging and unencrypting.

"I'll get it sorted when I have the parts, I promise." You knew why he'd come to your room, it was the furthest from Sanford's makeshift torture chamber in the storage room. Well, that was half of why he'd come. In truth, the old dog had grown rather fond of your company.

You two had a few bits in common, music taste for one, and the differences were good talking points, clashing viewpoints being a discussion rather than an argument. It was nice, yes, he enjoyed being around you.

Now floating up and down, I spin, colliding into sound, like whales beneath me, diving down. I'm sinking to the bottom of my- Everything that freaks me out, the lighthouse beam has just gone out. I'm cold as cold as cold can be... Be...

As you flipped through the gruesome pages of your manga, you paid little attention to your surroundings, the music and all else just melting into background noise.

I wanna swim away but don't know how-

"Sometimes it just feels just like I'm fallin in the ocean." And there it was again, just barely above a whisper, Doc's voice mixing with the vocals.

You couldn't help but smile, his rugged voice was rather lovely when singing, Deimos was right. Dei secretly admitted to you that Doc used to sing him to sleep when he was young, it was nice to finally get to hear it.

"You sing pretty well Doc."

"Hm? Ah." You could see his cheeks turn red, his gaze averting from you. "Thanks. You wanna know something funny? Your playlist seems to have a lot in common with mine. Rather a lot in common."

"Really?" You smiled at him, he seemed to shift uncomfortably under your watchful eyes, his cold exterior slowly giving way to a hidden sweetness. "You'll have to share it with me sometime, we can just listen together for a while."

"Hm," Doc rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a shy smile. "I think I'd like that."

[andromebaa]

Just the Two of Us Horror Inspiration MegaPost

It's nearly Halloween so I'm going to spend an embarrassing amount of time explaining every single horror reference and inspiration in Just the Two of Us that I can recall. I'll try to include links where I can for more context.

Story in General

The biggest inspirations for Just the Two of Us were Silent Hill, Black Mirror and I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. I've always adored psychological horror and sci-fi horror and I think it reflects in this fic. Chapter 1

One of my favourite Silent Hill games is Silent Hill 4. The game is focused on a man who cannot leave his apartment. The concept of a house that cannot be escaped from is really fascinating to me and I think it played a big inspiration for the house in JtToU. I pretty much consider one of the game's songs, Tender Sugar, the unofficial theme of the fic. Time dilation in fiction is super interesting to me. I don't think it was necessarily a huge inspiration, but The Jaunt is a beautifully creepy short story that probably rolled around in my mind while I was writing this part. Chapter 3 Okay this isn't scary or intentional, but I legitimately cannot read the hydrazine cup scene anymore without thinking about that one scene from The Princess Bride. I can't believe I did not see that sooner and now I can't stop thinking about Kokichi screaming about how Greek philosophers are all morons. Chapter 4

Again, not intentionally a reference, but that scene in The Thing is Kokichi stuck in the chair lmao. Chapter 6

When the fake Shuichi talks to Kaito over the wall, one of his lines was taken directly from Waiting for You, another Silent Hill 4 song. Chapter 7 The short burst of static that Kaito hears from the phone at the end of this chapter was directly inspired by the radio from Silent Hill 2. It spurts out creepy, distorted static when an enemy is nearby. Chapter 8 Okay the good stuff now. This chapter, especially the first half of the house (a distorted version of Kokichi and/or Oma's apartment), was directly inspired by the movie Skinamarink. That movie follows a young child trapped in a house with no windows or doors and a weird, malevolent force lurking over them. I really wanted the whole vibe of that section to reflect this. There was also definitely heavy inspiration from Silent Hill, particularly Lakeview Hotel in Silent Hill 2. The design of Shadow Child was inspired by the Larval Stalkers in Silent Hill 1. Chapter 10 Mani-Kun is a love letter to every single creepy mannequin in every horror game ever. Love you, you absolute freaks <3 Chapter 11 Miu's copy being stuck in P.A.L was definitely inspired by a bunch of different things, especially SOMA and this fantastic animated short To Be. Love some of that existential am I real or just a copy sort of thing. Chapter 12 The horror movie that Kaito mentions during the game of Two Truths and a Lie is Event Horizon. I honestly don't know how he could have sat through it, let alone enjoyed it. He probably had nightmares for weeks afterward. Chapter 13 Miu standing in the corner like a creepy fuck was inspired by the ending of the Blair Witch Project. Her whole transformation was greatly inspired by AM from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, particularly the whole ghost without a machine idea. Chapter 14 This whole chapter was basically created as if it was a level in Silent Hill and Kaito was the protagonist lmao, especially when he explores the hospital. It even has a boss battle! I feel like the loop and the leech spouting terrifying stuff was definitely inspired by P.T in particular though. The dirty bathroom and the fact they are chained up in it is a very very obvious Saw reference lmao not even trying to hide that. Miu mentions she could turn one of them into a soft, jelly thing - that's taken word from word from the ending of I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. Chapter 16

This chapter, particularly when Kokichi is still trapped in the debug room, was definitely inspired by Omori. Just the concept of a character in denial over a very bad thing which makes them blank out any awfulness in an act of self-preservation. The whole talking to another version of yourself was also inspired by the Stephen King story Gerald's Game. I love the idea of an isolated character having to converse with themself in order to stay sane or rationalise things. The creepy Judas Cradle chair from the hospital flashback was definitely Saw-inspired. Also it was an actual torture device that has been used in the past so that's fun. Chapter 19

Momota's personality and traits were heavily inspired by Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. The scene where he ties up Kokichi and the whole conversation he has with Miu in the snowy cabin are probably the best examples of this lmao.

Also a guy chasing after his partner and kids with an ax in a bloodthirsty rampage in the snow? Guess we need to tick off yet another Stephen King reference lmao. I swear that one was unintentional though. Oh yeah, their kids are named after Satoshi Kon (creator of psychological horror masterpieces like Perfect Blue and Paranoia Agent) and Koji Suzuki (author of The Ring and Dark Water).

Chapter 20

Kokichi's transformation into a leech was heavily inspired by I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. Again, another reference to the soft, jelly line as well. Momota's rant about how much he hates Kaito was kind of inspired by AM's rant .

That's about it! At least, what I can recall ahaha. But yeah I love horror with all my heart and soul <3

[violetofthenull]

Mindshift Devlog #2 [12/10/2022]

Progress I have made: -Implemented a debug start option so I can cut down on the time it takes to test out problems I am experiencing with core game mechanics -Fixed the issue regarding David being unable to exit his bedroom during a flashback sequence, something which previously rendered the rest of the game unplayable -Changed the battle system from a first person battle system (i.e. what earthbound and mother has) to a side view battle system. And tried my best to get it into a somewhat playable state (however things like skills have yet to be fully implemented because the code to do so will be nightmarish (the code for getting basic attacks and animations to work in gbstudio is itself a nightmare just for ONE party member and ONE enemy so, as I have repeatedly said on Twitter, I apologize in advance if your gameboy catches fire while you try to play this)) -Added a little animated multi-ocular o to the title screen (not something too impactful in the grand scheme of things but I wanted to give the title a bit of personality) -created some more voices for the dialogue so once I have it confirmed that I can properly implement voiceless voice acting it will be slightly less work to put in the game (most of the work will come in the form of tediously separating dialogue blocks and copy/pasting events over and over) -working on yet another version of the intro (is this style of development inefficient? yes. Do I have any reason to care? No, not really since I don't have a time limit to get the project out and the game will probably be pay what you want when it comes out) Things I need to do: -implement the skills button in the battle system -compose and transcribe more music for the game -properly add sound effects to the game -finish drawing the detailed versions of the sprites for the instant messenger sections -finish the rest of the fucking game

[meme-loving-stuck]

so the bluetooth projector we have.... no longer connects to my devices. why? Who fucking knows. they worked fine when we bought it.

so, since it has an HDMI port on it, i figured GREAT. GOOD OLD FASHIONED PORTS, I'LL JUST USE THAT. and my phone? works fine. i bought an HDMI to USB-C adapter, which is ANNOYING that i cant just comment it to the USB port and have it work, but whatever. HDMI works on my phone.

plug in my tablet? doesn't fucking work. all the streaming settings are on, USB debugging is on, it just wont fucking stream the screen. so. with all our devices:

my wife's laptop? ✅️

MY laptop? ❌️

my phone? ✅️

my wife's phone? ❌️

my tablet? ❌️

we both have samsung galaxy phones that otherwise HDMI mirror other devices perfectly. we both have fairly new laptops that otherwise HDMI mirror perfectly. my tablet is 2 years old and even has the fucking smart-view feature that the projector connects to, by name, for bluetooth connections. yet neither that NOR regular fucking HDMI work on the tablet.

technology is a fucking nightmare. im going back to my goddamn RCA mp3 player and walkman headphones

[svtskneecaps]

DUDE PLAY IT AGAIN IS GOING SO WELL I RARELY READ SM AUS WITH SUCH AN INTERESTING PLOT USUALLY ITS JUST TOXICITY/SOME BULLYING BACKGROUND WHICH BTW IS NOT BORING EITHER BUT ITS KINDA GENERIC U KNOW BUT YOUVE DONE JUSTICE TO THIS TIME LOOP AU AND CHANS AS WELL AS YNS CHARACTER IS PERFECT IM IN L OV E BYE

ALDJDHALSKFOWISJDODIXJKSKSIDJDJSLDJD THANK YOU FUCK I'M GONNA SOB YOU THINK THE CHARACTERS ARE JUSTICE SKDJSLSKD I WAS WORRIED ABOUT THAT I WANTE DTO MAKE SURE CAUSE TIME LOOPS ARE SUCH CHARACTER DRIVEN CONCEPTS LIKE CHARACTER ARCS ARE A BIG PART SO GETTING CHARACTERS RIGHT IS REALLY IMPORTANT FUCK AAAAAA I'M GONNA SOB ALDJSLSJSDLSJSH

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

“Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything’s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

[mychemicalaromanticism]

the girl uses the debug stick purely to fuck with other people's builds

kobra is The Builder. ghoul will be like "hey can you make something to go around this farm" and an hour later there'll be an intricately detailed themed building

jet disappears for like a week and comes back with a llama caravan carrying all the stuff he collected

jet also hates mining

kobra loves mining

party spams mobs and boats and anything else that will cause lag

jet's rare item monopoly vs kobra's grindy item monopoly. fight

the girl manages to ride a spider and refuses to get off for a full day

jet cannot stop accidentally punching bees

ghoul will not stop purposefully punching bees

the girl gets 5 bees on leads and everyone gets a Bee Balloon

the crew finds a witch hut and they almost mix up the witch's cat and C.A.T.

party with an elytra = nightmare. divebombs everyone and dies like 70% of the time. fills their inventory with redstone dust and rockets into the ground and then respawns and appears on "the scene of the crime" and starts inspecting and taking notes. no one is amused. this is the fourth time

[shadowfae]

Chiming in with my two cents, but I think maybe the reason so many ‘linkers who only know the term “kin” cling to it is because there’s definitely a stigma with changing labels or admitting you were wrong about how you initially labeled yourself. It’s absolutely possible to get attached to a certain label just because you’ve used it for a long time, and then keep using it whether or not it actually fits your experiences solely because it’s familiar.(1/2)

(2/2) I can sympathize with this to a degree because often, letting go of one long-held label means that you have to pick up another that you’re not ready to come to terms with- or even admit that you don’t know what label fits your experiences. I’m really glad this dialogue about ‘linking has been happening, and I hope it helps some people find the word that best describes what they’re experiencing- especially if that word isn’t “kin”. -Faolan

The funniest thing is, on the first read, what immediately popped into my head was me figuring out I was actually male.

I spent probably two years as a demigirl, and three or more as simply nonbinary. And during the latter part, I had Hiyama Kiyoteru as a copinglink, because my sexuality was hitting me full in the face. (I had previously identified as biromantic ace, because I had some form of attraction and it wasn’t sexual, but it didn’t feel romantic either but I didn’t know what romance felt like, so it had to be that, and was now abruptly realizing that it was the precursor to an adult’s actual sex drive.)

Because the way to cope with that budding sexuality and sex drive was to figure out how to handle it safely, and the strangest part of it was that I never, ever wanted to be the bottom in any way, in every fantasy I wanted full control over every single action that happened. Part of that was ‘oh fuck this is new I don’t like it what do I do’ like every other teenager.

The rest of it was me awkwardly stumbling through realizing I was male. And being Kiyoteru helped that, because he had a band and we all know that’s just code for a harem of boys for different dynamics of relationships. So being Kiyoteru and having that link seriously helped me understand my gender and my sexuality, and come to terms with it. I was a boy as Kiyoteru, until I was finally ready to accept that I was just a boy in general.

Being Kiyoteru helped with a lot of other things - /gestures to Pale as a sort of ‘I’m Pale but an AU Pale where nothing bad happens and everything is fine’/ - but like... I never would’ve really figured out what I was without that, or at least, it woud’ve been a lot harder.

Having a copinglink was probably the best way to go about that. And you’re noting that dropping kin and picking up another label is difficult because it’s home and now you’ve got to move, and I kid you not, I literally was like “Yeah make a copinglink to help you bridge the gap there”.

Yeah. That’s my theory. Make a copinglink to help you deal with being a copinglinker.

So now that I’ve made that clear, I actually think it’d work. Make another copinglink! Experiment with your identity! Use a completely harmless, completely voluntary and for fun identity to experiment with how you feel, so when you do it for realsies to help with a different issue (for lack of a better term, having your identity thrown into disarray is a nightmare of an issue), you have the experience and now you’re actually on familiar territory, instead of just suffering the entire time and not knowing how to deal with it.

Though, now that I think about it, being Yukari as a ‘link did seriously help since that was the first thing I did when the word was invented. I didn’t know I could experiment with my identity like that, because I’d spent so long eschewing anything that wasn’t a kintype or a hearttype. I absolutely went “Yeah you’re not kin or hearted and you’re for fun and that makes you fake”. Obviously, I’ve learned better, that it’s the words that are the issue, not the experiences.

But once I could experiment that way, loosen up a bit and figure things out entirely at my own pace by quite literally debugging my identity, shoving random variables in until I got what stuck? It absolutely helped. Being Yukari helped me with highschool, because I could completely rearrange how I thought for a little while, knowing it wasn’t permanent, knowing that I could do it without fear of future consequences and what if I can’t let it go, because it was never meant to be a permanent, static fix to any problem, and it was exactly as versatile as I needed it to be, and I didn’t have to worry about contradicting myself as I grew and changed.

Copinglinks are incredibly useful. They were the landing pad I used when I needed to make a big jump. We cannot, and should not, shame them for that. So I mean... If people aren’t sure about their identity, or don’t want to deal with the fact that they’re a linker and not ‘kin...

Yeah, make a(nother) copinglink to help you deal with being a copinglinker. I can’t really think of how it wouldn’t work, so I think it’s an actual solution?

[cteranodon]

I'm trying to implement The Thing That I Am Working On As A Doctoral Student in code but it HAS to be object oriented which makes things complicated

c++ in theory would be a way to go but i tried it and even the smallest bug makes me want to cry, debugging in c++ is a fucking nightmare

so now i'm trying the other programming language i know, which is r, which is NOT oop-friendly. every time you make a new object class you also have to redefine vectorization, indexing, etc for it, and i'm having to split across three of these ugly classes what i was theoretically able to do in one c++ class

anyway at the rate this is going i may have to reteach myself python just to run a little experiment on advanced rock paper scissors

[seat-safety-switch]

Hose clamps. If you’re anything like me, just the mention of these little steel nightmares fills you with dread. How do they always back themselves off at the worst time? I wasn’t even hard into the boost and suddenly the front end of my car is doing an impression of a 90s videogame’s chemical factory level. Don’t step in the acid, wisecracking anteater!

That tore it for me. There had to be a better way; I didn’t even care if I had to spend $16 a clamp. How can you spend too much money to protect the environment? And by “the environment,” I mean my spare time. After all, every minute I spend re-bleeding coolant and re-clamping boost lines is a minute I will not get to spend debugging clogged injectors, rat-gnawed wiring harnesses or unsightly unibody rust.

When I stormed into the parts store, they already knew I was up to my old tricks. I did not even get a chance to bark off my order for Better Hoseclamps God Damn It before the grumpy foreman of the store shushed me. He went to the break room, and returned with a piece of paper. On it was a crude inkjet printout of me, taken from a security camera, threatening the new guy at the store with bodily harm if he didn’t cough up the hose clamps that “actually worked.” The timestamp was from yesterday.

I figured that maybe race car people would have a better solution. After all, race cars are full of hoses that see more strain than mine ever will. I could drive a lifetime of Slurpee runs to the 7-11, even leave my Mighty Boy’s engine running in the parking lot with the brick on the accelerator each time, and I wouldn’t even match a single day of true wheel-to-wheel competition. The kind old motorsports wizard who answered my question looked off into the distance, thought for a little while, then turned back to me with advice.

“Beats the fuck out of me. We just glue everything on,” he said.