#Game Punishing: Gray Raven

[cosplayclans]

Punishing: Gray Raven Bambinata x Azukisan Catwalk Cosplay Costumes

[infrared135-36]

everyone QRTing this with “um actually 🤓☝️ limbus company/arknights/fgo/pgr IS different!” girl open your eyes please. People say these things about all of these games because they like playing them but at the same time feel extremely defensive about the fact that they’re playing gacha. “I know this game is a gacha but it isn’t like other gachas!” It is literally a gacha game. The developers chose this genre of game over literally any other for a reason. If they wanted to make a visual novel/rpg/etc they would have just done that. In their “dead months” these games still make more money than most indie games have ever made. I don’t have a problem with people playing these games knowing what they are, the problem is the point at which a player starts arguing that the game is “not like other gachas!” You can argue these points for any of these games, that’s why the OP edited the meme to look like this. Play whatever you want but understand the fact that any game created in the gacha genre (and the more western “loot box”) is exploitive to its players. You’ve fucked yourself as soon as you start believing this isn’t the case for “your” gacha.

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🫀 ⸺ set of gifs of Wanshi from the full pv (don't repost)

[selenophany]

Watanabe : Epitaph

Fire - Tank - S Rank

⌖ | Endless Count of Favorite Characters

[mello-bee]

to end the hostility between the fandoms we decided to join them together by marriage

kurohoyo is canon now

bonus:

[kurorenji]

Someone special is visiting Jinzhou!

Definitely not because he was so lost he jumped universe. Definitely not that.

And no need to worry, Lee is with Yao right now. Xiang-LEE tasked to give Punchy a little tour around the village while their owners figuring out how to send Lee back.

[flareovium]

You were never not mine; You're mine.

Lee (Entropy) x GN! reader

im on the jealous lee brainrot goodnight

Damn it. Damn it all.

Lee shouldn't have agreed to come to this little get-together Celica planned. He could've spent his new years in peace, probably tinkering with weapons or machinery— But no, he just had to come.

...Mostly because you were there.

Perhaps a small part of him hoped you would give him the slightest bit of your attention.

'Hoped' was an understatement.

As the night went further on, he was getting more and more impatient. There he stood, in his personal little corner of the event, holding a cup of alcohol-flavored electrolytes, practically seething at the fact that you seemed to be interacting with everyone BUT him.

Why were you ignoring him? What the hell were these people doing, talking to someone who's meant to be his and only his? He didn't like the way some of these people were talking to you either— They were clearly flirting!

He held onto his cup tightly, electrolytes almost spilling to the floor from Lee gradually squeezing it subconsciously. His cheeks were tinged red– Whether from jealousy or the influence of 'alcohol', he wasn't sure.

Finally, FINALLY after waiting for so goddamn long, an opportunity arises just as the event was about to fizzle to an end.

By this point, most of the people in attendance had left, retreating to their respective homes or quarters one by one.

Finally, you were alone.

It was already late into the night, most people either looked tired and stuck around to chat or they were cleaning up the venue.

It felt like forever as Lee stumbled his way over to you, silently cursing under his breath with every step. He convinced himself that he wasn't doing this of his own will, but it was the alcohol. Yeah. That's it... the alcohol.

Lee wrapped his arms around your torso from behind, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. You could feel how warm his skin was, his cheeks clearly flushed red.

He murmurs into your skin quietly; Voice muffled, but he sounded as if he was pouting as he spoke.

"You're mine."

[strikehawkatyourservice]

Ehhh I'm super mad with me right now

I FORGOT A TWITTER ACCOUNT THAT WAS MAKING A YANDERE VISUAL NOVEL OF PGR AND I DUNNO HOW TO FIND IT ;;-;;;

I got some images of how the characters look I think but I can't find it ;;-;;

Ok... I only got this ;;-;; like I'm ever going to find the account now ;;;;-;;;;

If the owner of the account can see this please tell meeeeee

And if someone else know PLEASE TELL ME

[sabotsen]

Afterglow

Pairing: Noan x (gn!) Commandant / Reader

Notes: Set shortly after Noan’s affection story 6; word count 1.3k

Warnings: Subtle possessiveness

A fluke. 

Fate disguised as a coincidence. 

Isn’t that how it always goes in hero stories? 

A chance encounter that alters the alignment of stars and rewrites destiny for the better, with hope woven into every word and touch. 

But this is not a hero’s story, and fate has never been kind to him. 

It is not a moment of joy, with warm smiles and gentle laughter in the company of friends. It is not a moment of anticipation, spirits soaring high before the oncoming fight. This moment — quiet and peaceful — has been won only after the blood of comrades has stained your hands beyond recognition and their corpses paved the way to the top of this hill upon which you weather every storm. 

But even so…

Despite it all, he is grateful. 

How could he not be, with your head on his shoulder? 

Your breathing is slow and steady, his cloak a poor cushion against the hard, unyielding metal of his frame. Yet now and then, you drowsily nuzzle against his shoulder and almost seem to burrow into the worn folds of the fabric before settling once more against him. It’s enough to trigger an itch in his wires, a slow rolling brushfire that sweeps across him — quiet, without flare or noise. More than once he has brushed the hair from your eyes, his fingers curling as they trace a path from behind your ear down along the curve of your jaw. 

Still you do not wake. 

Not when he calls your name or when his touch drifts across your cheek like butterfly wings, a ghost of a touch too delicate to truly be missed. Just how much have you been pushing yourself lately? It hasn’t even been three days since you returned from a month long mission down on the surface and already the shadows beneath your eyes are just as concerningly dark as the first night he kidnapped you to this blind spot in Zone Z. Do you always throw yourself so recklessly into the fray, heedless of your health? 

How does Gray Raven stand it, watching you tear yourself apart like this piece by piece? How does Simon hold his tongue every time your paths cross, despite the endless worries that flow over like rain behind the closed doors of Dark Ares? 

You nuzzle against his shoulder again, a faint furrow in your brow as the blanket draped around your shoulders slides away. Noan cannot help the small smile that pulls at his lips as he adjusts the blanket and dutifully ensures you are properly bundled. His hands hover near your cheek, an itch in his fingertips to brush against your brow and coax that furrow away. 

You trust him — foolishly, kindly — and he still cannot wrap his head around why. It’s such a heavy thing — your trust — and he has long since known cold, metallic hands cannot grasp delicate things forever. 

Would that wake you? 

Would it cross a line somewhere, somehow? 

He settles for lightly brushing the hair from your face, touch far too light and mindful, before his hand drifts down to your hands resting in your lap. Slowly, with all the careful movements of a child reaching for something forbidden in the middle of the night, he cradles your hand in his. Immediately, your warmth sinks into him, gradual and welcoming. 

Your head on his shoulder, your hand cradled in his — a fragile peace lay nestled against him. 

It feels like Spring.

It feels like home.

Delicate, like a folded paper crane. Even the slightest moment could tear and rend everything asunder. The smallest bit of rain could eat away the body. Carefully, so carefully must he act — every word and action mindful and calculating. He can’t lose this — this friend, this trust, this warmth. 

Slowly, he laces your fingers in his, marveling at the softness of your skin against the hard edges of him. You stir in your sleep, fingers curling around his hand and weakly returning his grip. 

“Commandant.” 

Your title is a whisper upon his lips, gentle like flower petals. 

“You’re scowling again.” 

His free hand brushes against your cheek, thumb tenderly swiping just under your eyes as if to wipe away tears. Beneath his light touches, you seem to relax, the faint traces of tension fading from your expression. He feels the subtle shift of your weight as you lean upon him further, like a bird burrowing into a corner of the nest. 

Warmth seeps into him, sinking beneath cold metal and bleeding beyond colored wires. Down, down, down it travels — to a vast white expanse within him, where only snow thrives. It seeps in, like springtime rain, and melts the unending snow. Noan gently tilts his head, lips brushing against the top of yours as he soaks up every bit of your warmth like a sunflower desperate for the sun. 

The empty bridge framed by the black expanse of the stars are the only witness to this moment of weakness. He knows when the timer runs out, this will all be over. He will return you to your Gray Ravens, likely carrying you upon his back much like he did before. He will return to the cafe and slip that shackle back on his wrist once more. 

“Shall we run away again?” You had asked just hours prior, the playful smile on your lips marred only by the exhaustion you could not hide. 

He didn’t tell you the response he suppressed — suffocated, really — that you need only say when and he would answer your call without fail. He did not tell you how he hid a blanket in the library on the impossible chance he could sneak you away to Zone Z again. He did not speak of the joy that flared in his chest, bright and blooming, to hear your request. 

He had merely held out his shackled wrist to you, a small smile on his lips as he had replied, “You really shouldn’t make a habit of getting kidnapped by an infamous bad guy unless you want to be lectured for hours.”

Your laughter as you disarmed his tracker still rings in his ears. A precious sound — what would it take to make you laugh more often? How often do you laugh around your Ravens? 

Noan closes his eyes as his thumb brushes over the back of your hand in his as he curls himself around you. If only there were still softer parts to him left, maybe he could be of more comfort. You’re still sleeping so soundly, but it can’t be comfortable to use him as a pillow like this. The blanket he brought couldn’t be enough — it’s not, not to him. He has to do more, be more. 

Next time, then. 

The thought freezes Noan, barely suppressing the flinch that would have squeezed your hand — he could have hurt you. Next time? Will there be a next time? Would it be alright to hope for that? To trust in that? 

Noan calls your name softly, devoid of any titles. Caution laces his tone but it is no less gentle. 

Still you do not wake. 

Soon, this peace will end and his time will run out. You will return to the frontlines and he will return to his shackles, worn weary by painful tests and experiments under watchful eyes that neither trust nor care for him. 

“It would be nice,” he murmurs into your hair, “if you called upon me like this again.” 

Silence settles and the stars in the instance still frame the otherwise dark and empty room. Noan quietly tugs the blanket tighter around you and curls himself that much closer to you, every bit a child clutching a jar of fireflies for comfort. 

The feeling of you cradled in his arms — a paper crane, a firefly — 

This is enough for now…. 

[sinsofsinister]

Spiral of Chronos ; Lee: Hyperreal - He redesignates all his computing power, and just before reaching the limit he shouts into the past.

[mui-ka]

Punishing Gray Raven-Cradle Parade

[nitrofuelconsumer]

...excuse me what?

[rng-garbagecollector]

Soaring Light MV lyrics and (rough) translation

PGR's JP YouTube channel released a MV for the celebration of the game's 4th anniversary (currently on JP server): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHRO6VX0ucI&list=LL&index=4 Disclaimer: May contain mistakes. I only understand some spoken Japanese, I can't read it.

心に風が吹いて (Kokoro ni kaze ga fuite) The wind blows in my heart, どれくらい経って 変われたかな (Dorekurai tatte kawareta ka na) How long will it take for me to change? 誰かのためにな��たくて (Dareka no tameni nari takute) Wanting to be of help to someone, 闇から抜け出したくて (Yami kara nukedashi takute) Wanting to escape from the darkness, 長い長い旅路を歩んできた (Nagai nagai tabi jio ayun dekita) I’ve walked a long, long journey.

数えきれない戦場の先に (Kazoe kirenai senjō no saki ni) Beyond countless battles, 振り返ればそこには軌跡 (Furikaereba soko ni wa kiseki) When I look back, therein lies the locus*, 見つけた仲間 希望の光 (Mitsuketa nakama kibō no hikari) The companions I found, the light of hope.

Chorus 1: 信じて未来がどうなってもいっでも (Shinjite mirai ga dō natte mo itsudemo) No matter what the future we believe in holds,

そばにいるよ (Sobani iruyo) We’ll always be by your side.

灰羽広げて自由になって (Haihane hirogete jiyū ni natte) Spreading our ash-gray wings, becoming free,

始まるストーリー (hajimaru sutōri) The story begins—

きっとここにあるよ (Kitto koko ni aru yo) It's surely here,

居場所が見つかるよ (Ibasho ga mitsukaru yo) We found a place where we belong.

この手をとって (Kono-te o totte) Take this hand,

誰かのために戦うんだ (Dareka no tame ni tatakaunda) We will keep fighting for someone else's sake.

空いた隙間を照らす (Suita sukima o terasu) The light that reaches through the open cracks,

光は胸温める (Hikari wa mune atatameru) Warms my heart.

互いが互いを信じてる (Tagai ga tagai o shinji teru) We believe in each other.

数えきれない悲しみの先に (Kazoe kirenai kanashimi no saki ni) Beyond countless sorrows,

見上げればかすかな光 (Miagereba kasukana hikari) When I look up, there’s a faint light.

立ち上がるんだ 仲間たちと共に (Tachiagarunda, nakama-tachi to tomoni) I’ll keep getting back up again, together with my comrades.

Chorus 2: 信じた世界を共に見よう (Shinjita sekai o tomoni miyou) Let’s see the world we believe in together.

いつでもそばにいるよ (Itsu demo sobanīruyo) We’ll always be by your side.

夢を夢のままにしないで (Yume o yume no mama ni shinaide) Don’t let your dreams stay just dreams;

戦った証 (Tatakatta akashi) The proof of our past battles.**

きっとここにあるよ (Kitto koko ni aru yo) It's surely here,

居場所が見つかるよ (Ibasho ga mitsukaru yo) We found a place where we belong.

切り開くんだ (Kirihirakunda) We keep carving (the path forward),

未来のために戦うんだ (Mirai no tame ni tatakaunda) Fighting for the future.

Bridge: もう迷わないよ (Mō mayowanai yo) I won’t hesitate anymore.

共に行こう (Tomoni ikou) Let’s go together,

あの光を (Ano hikari o) Toward that light we seek,

目指して強く進もう (Mezashite tsuyoku susumou) We’ll move forward with determination.

全て捧げて (Subete sasagete) We will offer everything,

全てを賭けて (Subete o kakete) We will risk everything,

誰一人見捨てはしない (Darehitori misute wa shinai) No one will be abandoned,

何があろうと ずっと (Nani ga arou to zutto) No matter what happens, forever.

Chorus 3: 信じて未来がどうなってもいっでも (Shinjite mirai ga dō natte mo itsudemo) No matter what the future we believe in holds,

そばにいるよ (Sobani iruyo) We’ll always be by your side.

灰羽広げて自由になって (Haihane hirogete jiyū ni natte) Spreading our ash-gray wings, becoming free,

始まるストーリー (hajimaru sutōri) The story begins—

きっとここにあるよ (Kitto koko ni aru yo) It's surely here,

居場所が見つかるよ (Ibasho ga mitsukaru yo) We found a place where we belong.

この手をとって (Kono-te o totte) Take this hand,

誰かのために戦うんだ (Dareka no tame ni tatakaunda) We will keep fighting for someone else's sake. *** *locus - a place that is center of focus; central area of interest It can also be used to describe a set of points that satisfy an equation or certain conditions in mathematics. You know how Lee is a nerd, right?? I like this interpretation the best. Like, he is basically saying the stars aligned for him to meet the Gray Ravens in a very nerdy way and I love it. ** The proof of our past battles - I couldn't understand what was the context behind this line for a bit, so in case you are also struggling: commandant's dreams are the proof that they fought this far, proof of their past battles. At least that's what I think lol, could be wrong. Japanese relies a lot on context so wherever you see "I" it could very well be a "we" and vice versa. Companions/comrades "仲間" (nakama) can also be both singular and plural from what I gathered, so interpret it however you like.

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🫀 ⸺ gifs of Wanshi from the first teaser.

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LAMIA 🪸🌴🪷

𓇼 | Endless Count of Favorite Characters

[narastories]

Someone at the Kuro Games team went: You remember what we did with Roland in PGR? He disassociated at work (bringing on the end of the world) so hard that he entered into an obsessive relationship with his enemy (the MC)? What if we did that again?

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