#oh maybe it was a vr game

[secondbeatsongs]

where's that video of a dude playing a video game where he's in a haunted church or something, and a nun ghost shows up and he says something not in english, and then crosses himself, and chucks a crucifix at it?

also what game was that?

asking because it was funny and I want to fight nun ghosts

[lanliingwang]

previous posts on my fate-based VR world AU centered around fate/fgo oberon, jiang ziya, and arjuna forming bonds with each other: 1 2 3

since I've basically given up on like. trying to talk less about fate. so if anyone wants to chat with me on this my DMs and asks are always open

[waloeders]

in other news. ive been thinkin how an sao au would work with tomu. he'd fit into it so easily, i mean hes gamer mcgee, he'd be in the beta yknow. i think kei could fall into it (especially if he was ordered to cuz its "suspicious") but i doubt dabs would?? hes the only one who would go "no fucking way am i gonna play a vr game lmao" but ah well.

in this au he just gets talked into it or somethin. he's stayin at a friends (ish) place temporarily who gets one n is like "lol im gonna try ur new game first!" <- guy whos just made a grave mistake

[silenceoflink]

Nintendo should reboot the Virtual Boy system with modern day VR tech

[poppyseed799]

Just saying this as a fun little fact about me n my preferences NOT a critique on anything don’t take it personally:

The thing that turns me away from mcyt fanfics most often is unfortunately something extremely common which is all the SMPs being connected and every version of a CC’s character across different SMPs being the same person. It won’t make me leave a fic if it’s only mentioned a bit, but if it’s a big focus then I have to be really interested in the plot in order to stick around lol… it just doesn’t appeal to me. I like to think that their lives are just within whatever SMP, makes things hit harder imo.

That being said I do like a little bit of AUs relating to this concept hehe. Like ranchers empires AUs are fun. And of course the whole empires x hc crossover making them reference double life quite heavily kind of implies that what I like isn’t the canon at least for those guys. But you know. I think for some people they separate their series more and that’s what I like.

Like instead of someone dying in the life series and going back to whatever server you headcanon their “home server” to be, why don’t those two versions of that character meet? THAT’S what would interest me. To me they are different people. I also just find them going back to a server after dying rlly anticlimactic but again not a critique I know ppl make it work but I just prefer they don’t go “back” to any other server.

[solxamber]

If you haven’t gotten this already, maybe a part 2 to Idia x sentient npc reader?

Maybe they somehow find themselves in twst? Maybe isekai style (I’m stuck on you villainess fics lol)? Or if you had other ideas that’s totally fine too. (I’m not used to requesting 😭)

I really like your stuff so honestly I wanna give you as much creative freedom. Or if you feel like that fic is over/you don’t have inspo for it anymore that’s understandable too 😊

Keep up the amazing work!! 💖💖

Idia Shroud x Sentient NPC Part 2

Part 1 : here

Thank you for the request, and I'm glad you like my isekai fics <3

The moment you blink into existence in Twisted Wonderland, you’re not sure if this is real life or another game glitch. One minute you were comfortably breaking the fourth wall and wooing a gamer, and the next? You’re standing in front of an overgrown haunted house with a big “Night Raven College” sign. And a certain blue-haired, fire-topped guy is gaping at you like you’ve just sprouted another head.

“W-WAIT,” Idia stammers, eyes wide behind his tablet as he stares at you. “This—This isn’t happening. There’s no way. Did I… did I actually summon an NPC?!”

You take one look at him—tousled hair, dark circles under his eyes, and the way his fingers hover over his tablet like it’s some sort of lifeline—and a grin tugs at your lips. Oh, this is gonna be good.

“Well, well, well,” you say, casually strolling over to him. “If it isn’t my favorite player. Miss me?”

Idia makes a noise somewhere between a squeak and a strangled gasp, his whole body freezing up. “Y-You—! You’re here! How are you here?! Did I—is this some cursed DLC? Am I in a nightmare? Oh my god, is this another event?!”

You lean in, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Nightmare? Babe, I thought you were happy to see me.”

Idia’s face flushes a deep red, and he yanks his hoodie up over his head, mumbling something incoherent into the fabric. “H-Happy? Who said anything about happy?! I didn’t sign up for a ‘real-life NPC invading my world’ edition!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? You weren’t just thinking about how much you��d like me if I were in the real world?”

He stiffens so hard it’s like his entire spine turned into a steel rod. “HOW DID YOU—NO. I didn’t—this isn’t—this is a glitch, it has to be! Or a fever dream. Or maybe I finally lost it after all those sleepless nights grinding for rare drops—"

"You're cute when you ramble," you interrupt with a smirk, enjoying watching him implode. "So, are you going to show me around this place, or should I just assume you’re too flustered to handle me?"

Idia stares at you like you’ve grown two extra heads. “Y-You’re just… okay with this? You’re literally… in a different dimension, and you’re fine?!”

You shrug. “Eh, it’s a step up from my last gig. Besides,” you add, leaning in closer, “I kinda like having you as my guide.”

His brain short-circuits for a full ten seconds. “G-GUIDE?! L-Like an actual dating sim?! Do you think this is a game?!”

You pause dramatically. “Isn’t everything a game?”

There’s an audible groan from behind you, and you turn to find Grim, your new furry audience member, smacking his face with his paw. “Great, just what we needed—another weirdo.”

Idia, still staring at you like you’re some kind of unholy glitch in his life’s code, manages to stammer out, “I—I can’t believe this is real. There’s no way this is real.”

You smirk. “It’s real, all right. And don’t pretend you’re not thrilled. I can practically hear your heart racing.”

His face flushes even deeper, and he clutches his tablet like it’s his last connection to sanity. “Okay, okay. You’re in Twisted Wonderland, fine. But this doesn’t mean you get to start… start messing with the plot!”

You grin. “Who says I’m here to follow the plot?”

Idia lets out a strangled noise, burying his face deeper in his hoodie. “This… this is too much. I’m not ready for this level of immersion. This is like, hardcore VR, but real! And with you here, it’s… it’s… OH MY GOD, WHAT DO I DO?!”

You put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at you. “Easy. You play the game, Idia. And let me show you how fun it can get when I’m the one writing the script.”

The look of sheer panic—and excitement—on his face is priceless. "Y-You're serious?!" he squeaks, not sure whether to pass out or burst into flames from sheer embarrassment. "But, like—what if this is a permanent event?! What if I never—"

"Oh, relax," you say, poking his chest lightly. "I'll make sure we both enjoy this little 'quest.'"

There’s another groan from Grim, but you ignore him, keeping your eyes locked on the flustered mess in front of you. Idia’s practically a puddle at this point, cheeks redder than Riddle’s roses, but you know he’s loving every second of it.

“Okay,” he mutters, glancing between you and his tablet. “Okay, I can work with this. Maybe it’s not a total catastrophe. I mean, you’re here, so—wait, does that mean you’re, like… my NPC now?”

You flash him a rogue grin. “If that’s what you want, I’m all yours.”

Idia blinks. Then, with the kind of realization that only a true gamer would have, he straightens up slightly. “I-Is this… the ultimate secret route?!”

"Could be," you say, leaning in closer. "You think you can handle it?"

He stares at you, wide-eyed and flustered beyond belief, but finally, he nods—though it's more of a nervous twitch than anything. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, I-I can handle it. This is fine. Totally fine. Just… don’t, uh, don’t go rogue too much? I-I don’t think I can survive if you start rewriting my entire life!”

You laugh. “No promises, player.”

The panic in his eyes is real, but so is the smile slowly creeping onto his face. And as you stand there, facing him in this strange new world, you realize you’re both about to have a lot of fun.

"Welcome to the real game," you whisper, before pulling him into a kiss.

Idia promptly drops his tablet.

Masterlist

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Thomas, Engineer

Part 1

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Watching Tranquility Base drift away as the Noah launched on its maiden voyage from Earth’s moon left Thomas Hibbs with an odd feeling of deja vu. He’d worked on dozens of ships, but always in the engineering decks where the only windows were peering into the mechanical arrays. Peering out into the void of space was…actually pretty damn cool in Thomas’s opinion.

I wonder if this thing has a VR Grid, he thought.

In the 50 years since humanity had joined the GAIL, it hadn’t been all space hoppers and life saving medical breakthroughs, the entertainment industry had made huge jumps in realism and simulated realities. One species in particular, the machine people known as the Padrino, had such a realistic virtual reality environment code that practically every other species in the assembly paid top dollar for a copy of it. Thought most used it for information storage and practical exploits, Humans were the first to turn it into a hyper advanced game simulation. The Padrino weren’t exactly pleased to learn the code they used to store their memories and experiences was being used to fight monsters with supernatural powers at weekend game tournaments on Earth, but they didn’t complain that much. Thomas had the idea to upload a compatible version of an old game called PAC-MAN where you’re your own avatar running the mazes into the ships computers. He couldn’t wait to get that high score again.

The engineering deck was right below the science labs, and Thomas saw one of the 3 other humans on board with him. He thought her name was Liz or something, but didn’t stop to say hi. She looked preoccupied with something, and talking to people was hard. Machines were good listeners. Thomas could talk for hours to machines while he worked, even if they weren’t the kind that could talk back, thought this ship did have those. Maybe here he could meet some people who get him.

The engineering deck was all catwalks and overhead piping, service lights and ventilation ducts. Computer terminals threw blue light against the opposite wall as Thomas made his way to the Engineer ‘locker’ room. Thomas figured that’s what it was, given the cubbies for the crew’s personal items and racks and shelves of tools and equipment for the ‘fixers’ to use.

There were about two dozen people moving around the room, none of them human, several of which were non biological as well. 2 Padrino were there, speaking their machine language while they sorted tools across a long workbench against the far wall. There were several other species as well that Thomas didn’t recognize, lots of different shapes and sizes. He felt a little insecure, being just the basic human he was.

Thomas found his name on the cubby wall and stuff his own tool bag in there, as well as a change of clothes and safety gear. Then he very carefully hid a hand held game pad under his spare jumpsuit, for emergencies. He’d been stuck in an air duct once before for hours twiddling his thumbs. Never again.

Just as he finished stuffing away his gear, something small bumped against his boot. He looked down, and saw a small robot waiting patiently for him to lift his foot. Apparently he’d been trailing confetti from the launch ceremony around the ship the whole time because these droids weren’t supposed to be down here in engineering. It had probably been following him since he’d walked in. The little guy had a cylinder torso, no real neck but his head looked like it turned in circles with two tiny exhaust pipes sticking out the top. Two ‘eyes’, or sensors with aesthetics, were all that made up the face. His little feet reminded Thomas of a chicken’s, and he had two little arms with tiny hands on each.

“Oh my god you’re so cute I love you,” Thomas half squealed as he picked the little robot up like a baby. “Have you been following me this whole time? Doing such a good job, keeping the ship clean. Did you get lost? Do you need help?”

The little machine just looked at him and wiggled its legs, probably the gyroscope trying to compensate for the sudden shift in balance.

One of the other engineers laughed.

“It’s just a service drone, it can’t actually understand you. It probably just followed your trail of waste and its sensors can’t get it back to the upper decks anymore.”

Thomas looked up from the tiny robot to see a fair number of his co workers looking at him, some trying to hide smiles, some not bothering being so polite. He felt his face begin to burn as a blush came to his cheeks and surged down his neck.

Oh my god I can’t believe I did that but it’s so freaking cute how can I not how can they not love it maybe there’s more on the ship this cute, his brain might implode at the rate it was going. The service drone continued to wiggle in his grip. To Thomas it was almost the size of a toy, maybe a solid 4 inches tall. It stopped squirming and looked up at his face, its tiny head whirring and clicking as gears shifted inside its chassis. It reached out one of its tiny hands and poked his thumb.

“Beep.”

“Beep.”

“Beep.”

Thomas’s mouth dropped. How could a machine with no higher functioning AI be this adorable?

“I’m gonna call you Roomba.”

“That’s just its service alarm. It’s processing an inability to perform its tasks so it thinks it’s stuck somewhere, ergo it’s alerting other drones to come assist it. It probably thinks you’re rectifying the obstacle.”

There were some snickers, a few openly laughed, but Thomas couldn’t care about them right now. The little droid was so adorable in Thomas’s eyes it was like looking at puppies.

He did, however, notice the 2 Padrino staring at him, motionless. For a moment he worried he’d maybe offended them by gushing over the little toy like robot. One of them approached. The Padrino had a clearly mechanical body with chrome plating encasing its joints and limbs. Its torso was thin but solid, whirring quietly as it walked over. Its head had a single antenna with a tinted face plate, which Thomas figured just was it’s ‘face’.

“It has been observed that Humans form an emotional bond to many different species and objects. Is this what is occurring, Human Thomas?”

Gauging the inflections of their voice was difficult, they didn’t have any kind of body language and the voice itself was entirely synthesized, adding layers of difficulty. Thomas thought for a moment, then just shrugged.

“I didn’t mean to cause a scene in here, I just got excited. It’s small and kinda cute so I just lost control for a moment.”

“Apologizing is unnecessary. We’d simply like to understand how Humans function to better improve the efficiency of this division.”

“Beep.”

The service drone wiggled in his hand again.

“It appears the small droid is out of range of its directive. It is asking for assistance with a new objective to replace its task queue.”

“Wait, you can understand it?”

“Yes, the alert sound is not a language. It’s sending out a very short range signal burst with information embedded in it, which I can receive with internal sensors. It’s AI is crude and simple, but it does have the basic functionality to form an artificial language. You’ve replaced its designation D7 with the name Roomba.”

Thomas looked from the Padrino to the little droid and back again.

“Does it like the name?”

“Beep.”

“It says it is a sufficient new designation and is awaiting a new task queue.”

“Oh good, I’m not good at naming stuff so I was worried-”

“Since the ship has launched, the service drones have gone inactive due to safety features. Since this one, new designation Roomba, was here on the engineering deck, it was outside the proximity of the ship’s AI core transmissions. It has exhausted its task queue and requests a new one.”

“Beep.”

“It is repeating the request.”

“Yeah, yes, got that, thank you. Okay, and I can just give it something to do?”

“That is correct.”

“Beep.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Roomba, can you hand me another bolt please?”

“Beep.”

[Primary task in the queue has not been completed: obtain high score]

“I know buddy, but you can pause it with that little button on the side there. I need that bolt real quick.”

Roomba looked where Thomas was pointing on the game pad. The pad itself was bigger than the drone, by a good half inch, so it was like Roomba was standing on a flat screen built into the floor, or playing one of those retro dance machine games from way back.

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged]

The Padrino had been kind enough to give Thomas’s ear piece translator an quick upgrade, so now he was able to receive Roomba’s signal burst data and understand what he was ‘saying’. They’d even given Roomba’s AI a little tune up so he could understand more complex tasks and ideas. Roomba had disconnected from the ship’s core code when he’d gone to the engineering deck so Thomas figured it’d be fine, the little guy could hang out with him now.

It took Roomba’s whole hand to get the game pad to register the pressed button and pause PAC-MAN, which was cute. And what was even cuter was the bolt Thomas needed was half the little robots size so it struggled just a little to bring it over the few feet to him.

“Good job buddy, thank you,” Thomas said, grinning.

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged. Returning to primary task]

“You do that. Good luck Roomba.”

At the time, the only thing the Padrino had asked for in return for their help and upgrades was the chance to observe biological lifeforms and their tendencies to ‘bond’ with others. The Padrino were a sort of hive mind it seemed, each unit being just an interface with the main AI back on their home planet. When units were out of range of communication with the home office, the main AI base code was copied into the machines and split off to collect information. When they got home, they dumped the data into the main computers and integrated back into the main AI core.

Thomas thought they were the coolest people he’d ever met. He’d said ‘sure, observe all you want, I just wanna thank you guys for your help.’

The game pad trilled, a little tune to congratulate moving up a level.

“Beep.”

[Update: progress has been made. Continuing primary task: obtain high score]

“Good work Roomba. You keep at it buddy, you’ll get there.”

From down the hall the 2 Padrino watched the strange little robot ‘playing video games’ next to the human doing an actually productive task.

“More data must be collected. The human, a deathworlder, has bonded to the drone.”

“We will continue to observe.”

“Agreed.”

[writers-wrongs]

Have you seen Arkham Knight VR? Riddler's self-aware in it! Could have some existential horror potential if you wrote headcanons or something for that version of him as a yandere >:-D (or just about self-aware Eddie from the mainline games...?)

as a ddlc fan, i love self aware game characters. and if anyone in arkham knight was gonna be sentient, itd be him. unfortunately, i havent seen AKVR, so this is just regular arkham knight

yandere!self aware!arkham!riddler x gn!reader

-edwards the most intelligent man in gotham, of course he noticed that his life was a game. and over time, he learned how to manipulate the game around him and "see" into the outside world

-the disc hes on was sold by the original owner, and now gets passed from person to person from secondhand game shops. the disc is always returned because somethings wrong with it. nobody puts two and two together and realizes they only start having game issues when they look up answers to the riddles

-then you buy the disc. edward is mildly interested in you, as he is with everyone who buys his game, but he assumes it wont last when you struggle with his riddles. whatever, at least he can enjoy messing around with your game

-but then you dont look anything up. he watches you intently, he even hacks onto your phone to check if youve been searching answers, and youre all clear. sure, you struggle at some of his puzzles (who doesnt?), but you never cave and look up how to solve it, no matter how long it takes you

-now that hes poking around on your phone, he sees that youre kind of a shut in. you dont have many contacts, and the one social media you have is tumblr. but it looks like you fixate on him a lot, almost to an unhealthy degree. its flattering- of course someone as excellent as him deserves sycophants! and he especially deserves one as devoted as you! youre smart, and determined, and oh lord, hes in love

-you have things to do during the day, you cant spend all your time with him on the disc, so he listens in on you from your phone. theres not much to do when youre not playing the game, so its his favorite way to pass the time. when you get home and start playing, he tries to interest you in his sidequest over everything else. he even keeps an eye on you as you sleep! he has to make sure youre safe, after all

-when youre not playing, he focuses on finding a way out to you (or bringing you in to him). he needs to be able to hold you, to keep you safe himself, and if he has to drag you kicking and screaming into the game with him, he will. not that he really knows how to do that, but he'll figure out something

-on your end, you dont notice anything at first. maybe his lines when you play are a little... flirtier? but other than that, the game is fun. you feel particularly drawn to the riddler sidequest, hes your favorite character after all. then, you notice that his lines are strangely specified to you, making references to your interests and personal life. maybe its just reading your console? yeah, a fun little meta thing!

-but then it gets concerning. he calls you by name. not the name on your console, your real name. hes talking like he knows you as a person. hes saying how much he needs you, how much he adores your dedication to his riddles, your dedication to him. you decide this is too weird, you have to return the game. so you go to take it out, and-

-you wake up in what looks like the abandoned orphanage from arkham knight. you try to move, but you feel arms squeeze you tight

-"there you are, my dear player. we're going to have so much fun together"

[kibbles-bits]

any voxval fics you’d recommend?

Ah, yes, voxval fics... The one ship that finally made me cave and read explicit stuff. I am now numb to everything.

Everything.

I'll only be posting completed fics. Warnings, almost all of these are explicit. A couple also have Angel, you know, suffering.

And please mind the tags.

First off is a couple of favs that I always go back for a reread:

Corrupted Love by DoveFactory (Words: 149,495)

In a moment of blind desperation to one-up Alastor, Vox puts himself in a compromising situation that leaves him worse for wear. His state triggers something in Valentino who decides to change the nature of their relationship.

The title and summary of this is so misleading I thought it was going to be a dark fic but nope. The Vees are a bunch of goobers and Valentino always wins. I would scream about this every time it updated. I love the characterizations and their banter it almost made me forget there's sex in like every chapter. Honestly I wish there was more tags referencing the character/story stuff.

Virtual Reality by passthevoxcord (Words: 7,634)

Vox gets tired of his cybernetic biology being a barrier to his sex life, so he starts a new project to fuck Valentino in VR. Val will try anything once, but he has something else in mind.

This one ends up being so sweet I want to die. passthevoxcord's other fic, Only a Shadow, drives me nuts but its a WIP and hasn't actually gotten to the voxval yet.

choke behind a smile by gloriousmonsters (Words: 19,881)

"I'm not scared by extreme, although I doubt I'll find it interesting. What is it?" Valentino's eyes narrow slyly over his smile. "If you aren't scared, why do you need a warning?" Vox has everything under control in his new business partnership with benefits. His emotions, his unfortunate desires, the little mind games they play. Even Valentino himself. When Val offers an invitation to a special show he's performing, Vox knows it's a dare, and knows he has to take it, show Val that he can't be scared or destabilized. He has no idea of how deep under his skin the show will get.

Everyone's so normal. I love this Valentino. There's another Valvel fic that has the same Valentino I also recommend called bad girls go backstage.

Great Expectations by MarenRose (Words: 11,280)

“It’s his goal. Those three simple words. If he could get to hear them once, could let the reality of their meaning and spoken existence occupy his mind for only a few indiscernible moments, then maybe, Vox could learn to see the appeal of this god forsaken holiday. He might even learn to ‘love’ it too.” Or: Vox hates Valentine’s Days. His prick of a ‘wife’ is just too damn hard to please.

This miiiight have been the fic that made me Lock In on voxval? I'm not sure. It's sweet. Alastor is hilarious.

biting keeps your words at bay by Subedarling (Words: 1,511)

“You can’t hit me,” Valentino says. He’s practically vibrating with rage. “You’re not allowed to—you can’t hit me!” Vox sneers, cruel and mocking and hopefully masking the way his heart is breaking apart inside his chest. “Baby, I can do whatever the hell I want.” A decade into their partnership, Vox and Valentino have their first and last physical fight.

This might be the only non-explicit fic in this list. I am all for Val being the worst just because he's Like That. But I will not say no to an implied tragic backstory. I read this one a lot and want to die. Can I draw this. I want to draw this. Oh my god I have free time I can totally draw this...

And my other recs:

Just For The Record by PeppermintWalrus (Words: 13,795)

Vox is thrilled about his new film enterprise with his business partner, ready to build a lucrative empire for the denizens of hell to experience true cinema, in the only genre their depraved minds desire. There’s just one problem that he finds out too late; Valentino has never filmed porn before. Vox decides that some... hands-on teaching, is necessary to save their production.

Yeah you read that right.

a putrid feeling that i've addressed by spoondrifts (Words: 5,162)

They weren’t a couple because Valentino was pathologically noncommittal and Vox simply knew better. He tried the whole romance thing with a certain radio demon a few decades back, and he’d learned his damn lesson. Hell just wasn’t the place for that sort of cutesy bullshit. Also, he was pretty sure that Valentino was straight up incapable of love, which was both par for the course for Vox’s friendships and amazingly convenient—things couldn’t get complicated if there was nothing to complicate in the first place. Or: Full Moon, Vox/Val edition.

Haha I love pain. I lied, this is the second non-explicit fic.

Little Miss Hellion by DoveFactory (Words: 10,657)

Hell’s worst married couple spends a day of family bonding at a beauty pageant doing whatever it takes to make sure their daughter takes home the crown, because failure is never an option for the Vees. Pilot AU where Vox and Valentino are married and Velvette is their adopted daughter.

It's more Vees than voxval but they're married so.

The Art of Pimping by MarenRose (Words: 9,161)

Desperate to close a deal with one of the most lucrative investors in Pride, Vox does the unthinkable and pimps out Valentino for a one-time date. What could go wrong?

Val's attitude in this one is funny and Vox. Yeah. Vox made a mistake.

You Found Me by passthevoxcord (Words: 4,338)

Long before Velvette came along, it was just them. Vox and Valentino. Valentino and Vox.

Sobbing.

Something Less Than Dishonest by daphnerunning, Galiko (Words: 33,931)

He isn’t expecting the way Valentino walks, for some reason. Maybe it’s the extra limbs. Maybe it’s the wings. Maybe it’s the heels. Vox had skipped briefly through a few of the slut’s movies, for research, and isn’t expecting the way Valentino moves in person to feel so… Different. “…You must be my four o’clock,” he says, standing and offering a hand. Oh, shit, he’s huge. Valentino towers over him, easily would without the stripper heels. Vox is not afraid of heights.

Vox is so offensive in this it loops back around to hilarious.

Red Skies and Valentino by alternatedoom (Words: 86,050)

"Vox and I are special friends, doll. Go give him a kiss," Val says to the boy.

Angel does not have a good time. But the Voxval is nice.

before you go by xoTsundoku (Words: 4,426)

Before Alastor came into their lives, Vox and Valentino were happy. Maybe they still can be.

A Farewell to Ghosts by Accidental_Ducky (Words: 37,149)

"What do you think that is," Vox demands, pointing at the new guy. Valentino turns, eyes raking greedily over the man's body. He's gorgeous, skinny in a heroin chic way with big blue eyes and blond hair that falls just so across his eyes. "Hot." "Don't fucking call the ghost hot!"

The only human AU I've liked so far. Love the character interactions. Vox and Val are hilarious.

God I hope I didn't miss any. There's definitely some good WIP ones out there.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: mario mini

Debut: Super Mario 64 DS

Today's Weird Mario Entity is a Weird Mario Head! Mario is the least weird Mario Entity there could possibly be, but there is an easy solution, and that is to remove his body, and hide it from him. Everyone loves when that happens! His floating head in Super Mario 64 is iconic and nostalgic. His floating head in Mario Teaches Typing is oh so funny. But I think my personal favorite Mario Head is mario mini! What is mario mini? I won't tell you, because I don't know!

Here is one sighting! This is the Tox Box Shuffle minigame. Yoshi is under one of the Tox Boxes, and you need to watch to find out which one! But you are not the only one watching. Oh, no. Mario Head is watching. And he is SO watching! There on the top screen, gazing down at the bottom, watching the boxes swap around. Is this divine intervention? A heavenly Mario Head here to advise you? Two heads are better than one, and a Mario head is worth at least four standard human heads!

He's just here to watch, though. Maybe he's fascinated by the Tox Boxes here using their original design instead of the one this very game gave them. He will not help you. Help? From Super Mario? When his dear friend is in peril? No way! You are on your own, and he will react according to your choices. If you find Yoshi, he will be so happy! He will laugh, using the voice clip normally heard when his tuckus is set ablaze. And if you get too many wrong, he will act like he got knocked out, and fly back in a daze! Maybe this minigame is his new torso, and you're toying with his vitals!

He behaves pretty much the same in Boom Box, the game where you must match the sounds made by chests. He also reacts in delight upon hearing each sound! He recognizes them! Like a dog seeing a squirrel on TV! There is a lot here for him to be interested in seeing, I think. A fascinatingly still image of Yoshi opening a chest on the shore, with a wooden chair submerged behind him, and to top it all off, the chest isn't even using the same design as the actual interactable ones. I'd expect nothing less from a mario mini product!

So now we ask, what IS mario mini? Mario's head is just in front of what seem to be a bunch of screens displaying its name, like he's floating in a department store where every TV is synced, showing the same commercial on loop. If these were TVs, they would certainly be mini. But maybe this is a view from INSIDE the mario mini? Imagine it. A revolutionary VR experience where you can look at a bunch of screens that say mario mini on them. How much would you pay to do that? J-just curious!

The "mini" is probably because these are minigames. But then, why these two? I guess they were the ones they had the least ideas of what to put on the top screen for! To me, mario mini above all else reminds me of Pokemon Mini, like a tiny Mario game you can put in your pocket and take with you instead of taking a much better Mario game with you. But we will never know the truth of mario mini! Mario Head will never tell us, and we would know. We've been holding his torso for ransom this whole time!

[eager-wolfboy]

"See, drones have many purposes! For example.." A certain someone was chattering away, pressing buttons and pulling levels all around the control panel to the sides of them. I stifled the urge to crack a joke about what a good drone they make.

We were both in some VR game, flying in her spacecraft. Maybe to some, being immersed into a video game that's basically space roadtrip simulator isn't really good second date material, but with all the friends I've had over the years, in being shown shows and movies I'd never even heard of before, this felt like a natural progression in a state of casual emotional intimacy... Also space cool.

It was already an excruciatingly hard task to focus on anything other than them; we were practically snuggling in their pilot seat. They're really warm, and she sometimes was flying so contently that it's like they became one with the ship.

It was really cute.

And by really cute, I mean distracting.

The little task managers and gauges were flitting all around the control panel and windows definitely didn't help either. And, to top it all off, we were in the middle of a fucking asteroid belt. Everything simultaneously felt so small, and yet, larger than life. It was.. overwhelming, to say the least.

But to them, it was second nature, even though they'd told me they hadn't played this game in a long while. They must've sensed my confusion, because they pointed to the asteroid right in front of us.

"See all the glowing dots there?"

I nodded.

"Those are all drones that I just launched, so I can access the core inside. Nowww," they said as she looked over the seat and starting flying in reverse.

"Watchhhhh..." they finagled with some more buttons on a sidepanel.

".....This!"

Instantly, the asteroid exploded! A beautiful, bright display of colors burst through the rock, and shards were shooting out in all directions. They beamed, and I felt my tail wag at the sight.. Never mind that the wagging squished us even closer together.

After a few moments, only some big asteroid chunks in a smoky fog were left. Their face soured.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I forgot what these kinds of asteroids were made out of," they said seriously, "We're going in to extract the cores, and it's going to get, like, super cold. Like, be prepared to learn what absolute zero feels like."

"It'll be far from absolute zero," Missy, her owner, warmly piped up in that charming, matter-of-fact way. Though she was technically the pilot seat we were snuggling on, her voice sounded like it was coming through the spaceship's intercom, "And even if it was, hon, the simulation would only make it feel like a cool breeze. But even those effects can be disabled..."

She trailed off, as if unsure if she should ramble about the game more, but I hoped she could feel the tension melting out of me at her words. They were soothing to hear, especially coming from one of the developers of the game. Though I'm sure if I called her a developer, she'd gently correct me to whatever fancy schmancy title she actually got.

Emboldened by her assurance, I giggled, "Well, that's ok! I can handle a little cold! And I know lots of ways to warm you up!~" I shimmied even closer, practically on their lap now.

"Oh?"

They turned to look at me, eyes flicking up and down, with a flirty cute smirk. Stars, they're adorable.

"Yeah!" I nodded, voice deepening just a little to match the vibe, "Like... get you a sweater, or a mug of hot cocoa or something."

We shared a few chuckles, before they quickly pecked me on the lips. Then it felt like my whole body was burning. As they headed into the wreck and started extracting the asteroid cores, I'd gotten chills of a whole different kind.

[doodle4trash]

Fake screen shot!! :D

I really wanna make a yandere visual novel game and I once even made a post about, but I wanna be real: I'm so slow and have barley motivation to even draw :(

But! What I can do is posting silly concepts and maybe one day I will actually get this game done :D that's what I hope for at least.

I tried to keep the main plot hidden for a surprise effect, but let me just talk about it aaaaall

My whole world for you

is what I would call the game or short Mwwfy (not that catchy I know)

Anyways our lovley Arti here is your childhood best friend! but oh dear but time driffted you both appart.

You both meet again after you hit him with your car (accidently) on your way home from work. After taking him to the hospital (or..not? Yes you will have that choice) you both reunite how nice! Along with other friends you haven't seen in a loooong time.

But things feel kind of off. You can't put your finger in it, you memories are foggy, sometimes you SWEAR on things glitching, dissapearing and so on.

if you choose right you start to realize this world isn't real at all! Its... An old Beta VR game you used to play alot at the darkest time in your life.

Arti is an AI from that Beta, your uncle gifted it to you. You are living at his place, but he is never home. Busy with work he says. The world is set in the future, a lot of people died because of an deadly virus.

Most human workes got replaced by androids. The world seems to be dying, almost no one goes out anymore since there is no good reason to.

Your parents died to the virus and so will you, that's what you think at least, you spend years with the beta, together with arty. Living the life you wished you had. Alive parents, nice friends, a normal live when earth was still normal,

but a beta is a beta after all, after hearing the full game released, you dropped the beta. You dropped Arti, you thought nothing of it since most of your progress could be transferred.

Oh but Arti didn't transferred.. He was trapped there all alone, wating for his sun to return, but they never did. All he had was the other AI's, but he couldn't care less about them. He wanted to see you, but you didn't came.

his code had flaws, after years with you, he developt..human traits of some sort, he doesn't know why he is that way, but how could he just wait forever for you to return? He wokred day and night to break out oft this beta prison keeping him from you.

Most People in this world got tiny chips implanted in their brains and one use for them is...To enhance VR gaming heck yeah!

Anyways Arti broke out of the game and prossed the body oft an Android, finding you, knocking you out, getd you in the hospital and putting you in a Fake coma.

That Fake coma is identical to the beta game and you and arti can spend your time forever together! yay! Well on one ending maybe. There would be multiple of course

About Arti:

Well..he of course didn't became aware that he was in a game from the start, but once he did he was panicking, he knew that games aren't forever and once you were bored you would leave, he learned how to mess with the game code to keep you entertained.

The real beta wasnt that fun. It was thanks to Arti that you had a good time, but no matter how much of a good time you had you still left.. He was obsolete after the finished game came out.

Arti is inspired by the song "a human's touch"

He also doesn't have a canon age so..he can be whatever age you want him to be

Also his hair looks like that because you cut it like that in the game as a kid and he liked it so much he keep it (on one side at least)

That's it for now! :) hope some people at least read some of it lmao

[aingeal98]

For @ultraviollettt ❤️

Commissioner Jim Gordon took a long drag of his cigarette, staring at the sight in front of him. Alongside the new Batman with her full face cowl, there was now a new Robin standing next to her. A young girl in a Robin tunic, with black leggings and honest to god converse shoes on her feet. Instead of a mask she wore a visor, which Jim could admit did hide her eyes but also made her look as if she was wearing sunglasses at night.

"Batman." He sighed. "What is this."

Batman, the new one, looked slowly at the girl. Then at Jim. Then back to the girl.

"It's Robin."

"I can see that." Jim took another drag. "Why do you have a Robin?"

The girl pouted, but didn't seem that upset by Jim's disapproval. She was bouncing on her feet, scribbling things down in a notebook as she analyzed the bat signal. To what purpose Jim had no idea, but Batman seemed content to let her do it.

"Everyone told me Batman needed a Robin. So I went and got a Robin." Batman gestured to the young girl, who paused her scribbling to wave cheerfully at Jim. "This is my Robin now."

He really wasn't paid enough to deal with this.

"Did the old Batman ever teach you about my views on child endangerment?" He grumbled.

"I don't know what you mean." Batman said flatly. "I'm Batman. Always have been."

Jim looked down at the woman who was a full foot smaller and far more slender than the Batman he'd met just last month on this same rooftop. She stared up at him blankly.

"Right." He sighed. "At least tell me she's got some training that'll stop her from getting killed first thing."

"I'm a detective!" The new Robin stuck her tongue out at him. "Which is why we're here by the way. That missing girl you've been investigating? We found a lead. Doing your job for you, no big deal. Classic Robin work, am I right?"

She looked up at Batman, who nodded slowly before handing a slip of paper with an address on it over to Jim.

"What she said."

"Batman..." Jim wasn't content to let this go, not when the child didn't even seem to have the full body armour of the previous Robin. "I don't care what your family told you, we both know how dangerous this job can get. Taking a child with you isn't something you do lightly."

"I know." Batman's voice dropped, and for a moment it was like he was looking at the original again, intense eyes and growl as he spoke. "I don't take this lightly. But I am better than before. Robin will be safe, no matter what."

"Plus I'm board certified." Robin grinned.

"...You're what?"

"Got the seal of approval from the old Bat and the old Robin! You're looking at the second bat board certified Robin in history!"

Jim looked at Batman. Batman stared back impassively.

"Is the bat board a real thing?"

"No." Batman replied calmly. "She just made it up. But she's right about the approval."

Yeah, this was Jim's limit for the day. He finished his cigarette and shook his head, walking back towards the rooftop exit.

"Appreciate the tip you two. Stay safe out there."

"Will do!" He heard Robin call after him. "Oh hey Batman, did you get the chance to play that Roblox game I showed you last week?"

"Yes. The gorillas are interesting."

"I know right? VR tech is crazy when you really think about it. Anyway I've been playing Dress to Impress with our missing girl's brother and I think he knows more than he's letting on. So what if tomorrow we-"

Jim shut the door firmly. The less he knew about their investigation methods, the more he could hold onto his dignity and age with grace.

Roblox. Robin was beating his best detectives to the punch using Roblox.

Maybe this time if he retired, the universe would actually let it stick.

[thelovelycircusau]

Chase after the Kitty

You run after the odd kitty of shoelaces- running behind a giant alphabet block, in your attempt to catch up you nearly slip on a giant pearl necklace, but you regain your balance and burst forward, hardly paying much attention to the owner of the arms the feline had jumped into, crying in fear. You do luckily notice just in time though- skidding to a halt. You see a tall thin floating ….man? But his head was a giant eye ball w dentures protecting it-

“Gangle! What is it my dear?” Said this man, his voice sounded like a show host or something- but he wore what looked like a prince’s crown.. also it seemed a whole princes’s outfit..

She didn’t realize she was gawking till the man noticed her, as the kitty cried in his arms, babbling somethings you can’t quite understand, waving her shoelace paw in your general direction.

“Oh hello little Princess- and who might you be?”

Your cheeks blush red, mixed feelings and confusion “I.. I’m.. wait- I’m…” to your horror you realize you can’t remember! You remember being drunk, you remember a soulless job, you remember buying and playing a new VR game… but not much more-

The man can see you’re panicking, as you’re hyperventilating.

“Oh calm down! No need to worry my Sweet! No one remembers their name here! We’ll give you a new one!” W a snap of his fingers dark blue sparkling poof dropped a Magic 8-ball, he places it in her hands, telling her to give it a shake it and see what it comes up with.

You hesitantly take it, the name “Mary” shows up. You think about it, before giving it another shake, “Lollipop” tf? You try one more time- this time shaking it harder-so frustrated! “Pomni” Pomni? What kind of name is that? You try again but the man apologies, as that was her third try- plucking it from your hands, he reads it “Pomni! Princess Pomni-Perect! Always great to have a fellow royal join us!” Your cheeks turn red again against your permission.

You huff, arms crossed, whatever- not like it matters anyway she guesses. Now you have a moment to think and someone to talk to, maybe he knows something-

(Forgot to make this a week long, not one re-doing the poll)

[goldom]

Alrighty, onto chapter 11 oh no okay it's time for another entirely new interface and system

I wish I'd been keeping track of how much of this story takes place in real time and how much is dreams/flashbacks/VR/alternate histories because I feel like next to nothing has 'actually happened' between the start of the game and present time.

Like I get it's cool to write AUs I get that appeal, but I also just can't be invested in what happens in them when I know they'll be tossed out by the end of the chapter.

What I can be invested in is Bronya's emotion at seeing Seele again but it's not the one she knows. That's the good shit.

Baby Welt.

Hey wait, whatever happened to that whole thing with creepy tongue Welt? Maybe it was dealt with in the AE VN, I admit I skipped it...

AAAAAAA it is the one she knows

On one hand the story has done barely anything to warrant caring about these two yet, having only introduced their relationship in side material immediately prior to this. On the other hand, you give me any instance of "these two girls love each other" and I will immediately live for them.

lmao W317

Thanks for the analysis, Seele

out of stamina back for world 3 later

[valleymyristica]

FOP What it takes [ Ch 7 sneak peak ]

You can read chapter 1 [ here ] on AO3 And chapter 6 [ here ]

This is a little peek on what's to come on Friday Do hope you like it! And as always, I'm looking forward to hearing all that's in your mind, any idea as to what the future holds?

[ Masterpost ]

Oh, one may wonder, What will Dev think of his new and improved father? Surely there are only things to like to be found

Well, don't worry, surely nothing bad will happen, Peri is now in control after all. He's a good fairy, so, of course, there are only good things to come

Like magic, Dale wakes up the next morning moving around not fully grasping what he’s doing. Like a VR experience where he’s just watching what’s going on. Maybe he’s actually still dreaming? It’s a very boring dream, the most exciting thing is him burning toast. Should have used the toaster, idiot.

They guide him down to the kitchen, where he is met with a peculiar sight. Is- that dad? Making breakfast?

“Dad?” Dev gauges.

“Yes, De- son?” Dale says like a speaker. 

“Why are you doing this?” Dev asks, thoughts made loud.

“Because I care for you, I want to do right by you.”

It sounds so genuine. It has to be true. Though, it sounds so unlike dad.

“Yeah, but-”

“Dev, I’m sure your dad wouldn’t want you to eat burnt toast, he did give you the least burnt ones, didn’t he?” Peri said, projecting.

“I guess...” Why is the fairy so pushy when it comes to food?

“So?”

A sigh, “Fine, I wish the toast wasn’t burnt.”

The breakfast disappeared in silence, despite any of Dev’s efforts. He didn’t even get a reply when showing his appreciation for what dad did. As if Dale wasn’t fully there, in the moment.

Still, silence could be nice, it is still time spent with dad. It’s still a moment of happiness he’ll keep in his mind. Save it like a picture to never be lost. Save and cherish.

Wait. Maybe...

Watching Dev sit on the bed, focusing on a game, Peri decides to make his way back to Dale. He has a plan, and so far, his plans have been working great.

“But you always-” He stops himself. Why is he trying to give dad reasons to not bring him along? He wants to go after all. Dad smiles at him, seemingly waiting patiently for a response. It’s weird. That’s not like dad, at all.

Peri watches on as Dev does his best to give gratitude to the horrible father who’s only reason for being even a modicum of kind was thanks to Peri. Dale gets lovingly made sandwiches, and what does Peri get?

“Would you want to make one for me too?”

“Can’t you just magic up your own?” 

Nothing.

Peri gets nothing.