#he died almost instantly

[the-haunted-office]

Memories of Sorrow ((for Doom!))

Send “Memories of Sorrow” to see a painful and tragic memory of My Muse..

The universe is full of strange and curious happenstances, inexplicable events that occur for no particular reason other than that they simply must occur, leaving all parties to wonder, what in the ever-loving hell was that all about? and what purpose did that serve? or even should we collectively pretend this never happened?

This incident is one such occurrence.

Doom is sitting on the couch with Jonas in his apartment one fine day, sharing a bowl of junk food, when an accidental bumping of hands joins them together in a... very unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how one wants to look at it) circumstance.

Doomsday is unaware of it, at first. She won't become aware of it until it's nearly over. To her, the whole experience feels like a sort of tickling in her brain, a niggling in her mind, like someone is poking around in here, moving around. For a few panicked seconds she thinks she might have brain worms. But those few panicked seconds pass rather quickly both on account of them being only a few seconds and the fact that if she were to have brain worms, she could just die and respawn and the brain worms would be gone. Boom. Done. Problem solved. Easy as that.

For Jonas, on the other hand, the experience is rather different. For him, he experiences the sensation of being teleported inside of Doomsday's head, which, to her credit, she's made an effort of tidying up lately, although it's still littered with a bunch of trauma. It's lying about like piles of mixed clean and dirty laundry, but she can't help it. The sorting's been rough and it's difficult to tell what's clean and what's dirty until she picks it up and gives it a good strong whiff, but she's getting there.

Still, where Jonas ends up being dropped is into a memory that looks an awful lot like the control booth of the Office, and that's because it is. He is seeing things through Doomsday's eyes, although he might not yet be aware of it, and what he is seeing through her eyes is an old desk of dark brown wooden material, an old computer monitor that looks like it is from the 90s sitting atop it, along with a microphone, and paper, lots and lots of stacks of papers, everywhere. Sitting in front of that set-up, in a ratty old computer chair, is an older gentleman who appears to be in his early 50s, with lightish brown hair streaked with gray.

The lights are bright. The room smells old and musty and like an old library. And he, Jonas, seems to be perched over the back of the chair in which the older man sits.

Both of their attentions are focused on the computer monitor, on which there is a man, a simple, average-looking man perhaps in his mid-30s, short black hair with long bunches in the front (a rather odd cut, but it does seem to suit him), wearing your typical office worker's attire of a white button-up shirt, black slacks, and black shoes along with a black tie. He is walking through a doorway and into what appears to be a lounge area of some kind, as there are a few plushy couches present and a vending machine.

The older man sitting in the chair is grousing about something. Most of his words are coming through mumbled and unclear, but there is something about, "Now, Stanley, you know what you're supposed to do next. Walk through the employee lounge, don't dawdle-"

The man on the monitor - Stanley, apparently - sort of mocks what the older man in the booth with Jonas just said by shaking his head and using his hand to make a yapping motion, although Stanley doesn't actually speak any words.

Jonas starts laughing, but it isn't his laughter that comes out, it's Doomsday's, and it sounds much lighter, less mischievous and sinister, and more genuine, more friendly, happier, more like Thursday's if Jonas had known her well enough.

The old man becomes very angry at this display and snaps back at Stanley, "Oh, you! You stop that, Stanley! And you, Thursday! Get out of my ear with that cackling of yours! And stop hitting my chair like that!"

On the monitor, Stanley continues into the lounge while in the control booth, Cyrus continues grumbling and Jonas/Thursday/Doomsday continues giggling.

Suddenly, Stanley seems to catch his shoe on the carpet of the lounge and stumbles first to one knee, and then falls forward onto both hands and knees.

Jonas/Thursday/Doomsday continues to laugh. "Ahahahahaha, Stanley! You're so silly!"

The old man, on the other hand, doesn't find any of this to be funny. "Oh, now you're pretending to be clumsy, is that it, Stanley? Well, that's fine. Who am I to argue with you if you want to crawl all the way to the meeting room?"

In the employee lounge, something seems to be going on with Stanley, though. The old man and Jonas/Thursday/Doomsday don't notice it at first - although perhaps Jonas might - but Stanley is having trouble breathing. His gasps for air don't become loud enough until he starts crawling over to the corner by the vending machine, and by then he is grasping at the collar of his shirt and trying to pull it open with shaking hands that aren't quite strong enough or coordinated enough to do so.

He manages to get a couple of the buttons in the middle undone, but it doesn't do anything. The man known as Stanley lays his head against the wall, and closes his eyes, like he's going to sleep, and becomes quiet. Very quiet. And still. So still, even his chest and stomach and diaphragm stop moving. All of him stops moving.

It all happens so suddenly and so sharply, both the old man and Jonas/Thursday/Doomsday can't even tell that anything has happened at all. All they can see is that Stanley fell down, crawled into a corner, and fell asleep. They both think Stanley is still fooling around for laughs, as he always does, so much so that the old man is still complaining about it and Jonas/Thursday/Doomsday is still laughing.

Things begin to get fuzzy from there. Wonky. Everything fades out, bleeds out, as Jonas is knocked back into the area of Doom's mind where all the piles of trauma laundry sit and there's an overwhelming feeling of STANLEY'S DEAD AND I WATCHED HIM DIE AND I WAS LAUGHING AND I DID NOTHING TO SAVE HIM AND IT'S MY FAULT.

And then, almost as if none of that was anything, Jonas is plopped right back into himself, on the couch right next to where Doom is sitting, with the bowl of junk food sitting in between them.

Doom pauses. Looks over at Jonas, her brow crumpled up in confusion. Blinks at him. And says, "This might sound a bit insane, Jonas... but were you... just inside my head a moment ago?"

[1nk-ling]

Did I mention that Polities is the best, and I love his friendship with Odysseus so much? Well now I have.

Get you someone who can still be this cheerful after 10 years of war.

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star -> 5.05 tarlos counseling scene pt. 2

[enbysiriusblack]

"do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?' but its james to peter

[arolesbianism]

Finally fixating on some nugget relationships that aren't horrible for everyone I love friendship <3

[girlwiththegreenhat]

knight in disgrace

most stressful episode since goliath i s2g

[soupis4ever]

poor olimar. he's not even a full inch tall and he's been sent to the Horrible Alien Death Planet so many times and it's still unclear wether he got to see his family in-between these journeys

[zer0brainc3lls]

just finished stand by me. i am in shock.

[evorathesylvurr]

throwing fandom characters into death road to canada is so funny.

i made some genshin characters a couple years back (kujou sara & diluc) as well as some of my lobcorp ocs (one of my flowerfield floors) and a pokemon oc (and a random oc of mine named daphne???) as well as homura. theres also my completely original dr2c oc named rebecca. Also slugcats from rain world.

last night, me and my roommate made the sinners + charon & vergilius + angela & roland

the most recent run (roommate is not an active player in this run):

me and roommate (hereon out going to be called pancake) started driving

we recruit gourmand

me, pancake, gourmand refuse monk, recruit rebecca (monk has bad traits & rebecca is actually really good)

i proceed to die to explosion in a gas station

ishmael shows up. we recruit her because yeah.

seige at a yallmart kills pancake, ishmael, and gourmand in that order

we're out of food a this point

hong lu shows up and he has the gun nut perk becuase i did not have any better perks for him LMAO

rebecca and hong lu are fighting because they are starving. rebecca kicks hong lu out and steals all his shit. roommate and i agree that hong lu might be able to survive by the zombies not realizing he has a brain.

rebecca robbed a resturant called Boiled Potatos for all of its food. car broke down. rebecca raided a tourist trap for food and a car. please be aware she is on 1 hp. i have no medical supplies.

rebecca finds rodya at a random camp and recruits her. rebecca then gets her dna zapped because why not. rodya has what i believe to be the worst perk (friend of dog) at this point [i love the dogs in this game, theyre really good, but this trait makes EVERY possible human a dog and i am playing familiar faces mode for a reason. i wish i could toggle perk stars tbh]

rodya and rebecca (aka I, the player) discover how busted guns are in a siege. i will remember this. hong lu may have saved the run.

the car breaks for a third time (not enough gasoline)

rodya suggests making moltovs which. feels in character tbh.

we recruit a doggo.

rodya tries to reason with a mob trying to kill the group but it doesnt go well and she gets hurt :(

we lose the car. again.

we find dog car. dogs are SO good when you need to go fast. they speedy :3

doggo and rebecca die trying to rescue some random guy. rodya was still at the car so she survives. random guy does some first aid. she is now soloing the road to canada. where is her bug husband and sad son.

we lose yet another car.

random dog shows up. i take the dog because at worst we get a supertrained dog and no rodya.

we find another car. is this a bad time to mention that irl idk how to drive and so its really funny how often i lose the cars in this game?

the dog gives up. rodya is alone again. girl please you have 1 day left. girl live for your maybe dead bug husband and your probably dead sad son.

diluc shows up at the final trader camp. this feels in character.

and the run ends to the seige right before the canadian border :( rip to rodya and diluc (i was built different [i was already dead])

[makeitlookdecent]

srry homie for what im boutta do

for the au[other colors] i thought it would be cool to have klugs parents show up for a couple scenes, but for the timeline of the major events i needed them GONE and UNRESPONSIVE.

hes smart so i think, even at a young age, he gets that they're busy with work and all, and he's not alone per say- his friends and teachers and everyone in primp would definitely look out for him, but ive just been thinking. because like, i thought itd be cool if it was almost like strange also helped raise klug. as a (malicious) mentor of sorts. after they made truce (that they both keep breaking)

i imagine klugs parents are probably good people, but are horrible as parents. like they just keep doing their own thing and just let the village raise him.

but then that got me thinking, in this setting, do you think he would unknowingly (or maybe knowingly but trying not to think about it) resent them for not being there for him growing up?

[suffarustuffaru]

hey guys u know how like reinhard can come back to life right after dying anyway what if u decapitate him and then his headless body casually gets back up and calmly puts his head back on like how fucked up would that be haha

[shikai-the-storyteller]

A video of Alexby (from the recent wedding with all the Karmaland boys) popped up on Pac's stream today while he was looking at fanart and it was like a bomb was set off in Pac's chat because at least 50% of us were like "ALEXBY???????" and I was like wow ok I didn't know we had so many sleeper agents here, I am in good company

[mageofminge]

do you guys ever have nightmares about getting a fish tank only for the fish to die within the day you get it due to some really horrible and also easy to avoid errors?

[timothylawrence]

i think u should make a sim tag but not bc it's annoying to see, i just wanna be able to find sim!katagawa easily 👉👈 (also how are you so good at making sims who actually look like the original characters?? i can't even make myself accurately lol)

omg this is really sweet 😭😭😭!!!!! im glad there's some interest LMFAO i spend so much time making my characters and i end up playing them for like... 40 hours at least LOL.

also to make my characters look like their 'real' selves... i spend hours looking for cc + i literally pull up their models like this

which takes a lot of time + cc but.. im too stubborn to make them not look like themselves and i will spend hours doing this... (yes i have a naoclay and babies save shhh)

as for kat!! here you go another winter-y pic for him... sorry he cant escape my love for pastels!! im really proud of how he came out because i did spend like 1 hour scouring through pics of him in game rather than the model they put out afterwards. he's cute!!

[blubbduckies]

Neighbor!Toji w/crying Baby Megumi asking for your help?

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Neighbor!Toji who shows up to your place with a crying baby Megumi in his arms. You usually babysat Megumi all 7 days of the week but requested a day off for your mental health. What you didn't expect was how bad Toji was with his own kid. The poor baby had tears streaming down his red face, snot dripping everywhere, and was failing in his father's arms.

Neighbor!Toji who lets out an impatient "tsk" and asks you to teach him how to fix his child. He huffs when you correct him that his baby doesn't need fixing, just some soothing. He's secretly relived when you invite him into your apartment. (He definitely contemplated leaving baby Megs in a basket outside your home and running off...)

Neighbor!Toji who watches in amazement as you rock Megumi and he magically stops crying. The child's wailing dies down almost instantly at your smile and he softly coos at you. Soon Megumi falls asleep and allows for you to place him down on a bed.

Neighbor!Toji who picks up Megumi to take him home, only for the baby to start screaming again. At this point a vein is popping out of his forehead and he's gritting his teeth in annoyance. You immediately take the child from him, sensing his annoyance.

Neighbor!Toji who calms down once you reassure him that a lot of children are like this. He sits slumped on the couch, watching you ease Megumi back to sleep.

Neighbor!Toji who can't go home because Megumi won't let go of you. He can't help but think how nice it'd be to wife you up and make you Megumi's mother. Soon he's chatting you up while Megumi sleeps in your arms.

This won't be the last time the father son pair show up to your place like this. It's almost as if they're in cahoots, with Megumi getting more cuddles while Toji talks to you, sliding in subtle flirty remarks here and there.

[rafesweetie]

sometimes prissy!reader has a bit of an attitude … it’s safe to say season 1 rafe doesn’t tolerate it.

your wispy eyelashes almost touch your eyebrows as you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, who was telling you that there was still another two whole hours of the golf game left.

it wasn’t your fault, the weather was beating down on you and making your soft skin sweat, your thighs were so hot that they were sticking to the seat in the golf cart, and you ran out of water and beer an hour ago, and the cart girl was no where to be seen. you were promised a comfortable and relaxing day, and instead you’re hot and bored.

rafe’s lip curls up in annoyance at your eyeroll, and he scoffs and walks away, leaving you pouting in the cart. he’s trying to enjoy the day, there’s no way that he’s letting his prissy girlfriend spoil the fun by needing his constant attention.

fanning at yourself when the sun blares down on you, you’re truly putting on a show for rafe, exaggerating so he can take you home. even with his baseball cap that he stuck on your head at your third complaint, and the last sip of his beer that he gave you half an hour ago, you’re still not satisfied. he’s starting to think you’re never satisfied.

“rafe, do you have any sunscreen? i think i’m getting burnt,” you call out after he swings the golf club.

“you think i pack fuckin’ sunscreen? not my fault you’re wearing a tube top, little shoulders bound to get burnt,” he steps back to let topper take his shot. “top, you got any for my girl?”

“nah, man, never pack that shit,” topper answers. rafe can hear you groan from your seat, and usually you’re at least saying ‘thank you’ for checking, but you’re so bored that you’re beyond sweetness.

“do you guys have, like, anything? this is so boring,” you complain from the cart.

topper asks, “did you bring your phone?” and you tell him it died.

rafe’s frankly done with your subtle tantrum, stomping over to you, swinging the club in circles as he walks. if your brain wasn’t so foggy from the heat then you’d admire how his arms look in that polo top, but you can barely even think.

“how about you keep score? hm, kid, how does that sound?” he offers, handing you the scorecard.

“that’s boring, i don’t even know how golf works, don’t know how to do this,” you complain. “rafe, i just wanna walk home, i’m done with this, so boring,”

“all i’m asking is for you to keep score.”

“i don’t have a pen.”

“use your lipliner,”

your lip curls in distaste, a habit picked up from your boyfriend. “that’s stupid, its like, $40,”

“hey,” he scolds. “don’t know where this little attitude came from but it stops now, okay? shit, babe, just trying to enjoy the game. you wanna, uh, you wanna walk home? that what this is? is that what you’ve come to?”

“are you dumb? i’m in heels—“ he cuts you off instantly, not liking your insinuation one bit.

“hey! hey—“ you expect him to grab your jaw or wrist but he grabs your nipple through your shirt, tugging at it so you’re dragged closer to him.

“don’t speak to me like that, a’ight? not fair to me. tried to bring you out here for a fun day, don’t need the fucking insults. say something nice to me or don’t say shit at all. or i can bring you home right now and give you some shit, and i promise you you won’t like it. sit in the cart, keep score, be nice. can you do that?” he continues. you nod, and he pinches your nipple harshly, making you squeak, then lets go.

you watch rafe’s vieny hand adjust your top after that, then watch as it moves up to your cheek. he pats it, gives you a nod with some pretty harsh eye contact, then leaves.

he always knows how to shut you up.