#pgr white day

[rooshayah]

PGR White Day browser event pt. 2

[seraphsredemption]

Sorry babe not today. I have several dates to go on.

[halleyk7]

Happy (Late) White Day!

Been a while since I drew Kamui (My 3rd fav PGR character)

[chronosh0t]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒.

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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: ah, this is actually something really silly. it's not first pov because I can't write it properly yet (third pov either but) and i don't know, again, I like unhinged Lee an abnormal amount. ㅤㅤㅤ nothing explicit actually, so no need for tags.

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Entry Number: 60.

It's March 14th. I know, during these times, no one will remember what it means today, I know very well. It's been so long since these holidays were celebrated properly, but deep down I still hope he knows, I still hope for him to give me something, to tell me, to show me. Am I going insane? Am I asking for too much? Maybe. Either way, spending time should be more than enough but I'm getting greedy.

That's all. I need some fresh air.

⸺

Zenas woke up early that day. Or more precisely, he actually didn't close an eye during the entire night, so after rolling from one side to another of the bed and his back hurting from staying in the same position, it definitely was best to just get up and walk to the lounge, after all, he still had some reports to do. A never ending job, actually.

Walking inside and closing the door behind him, everything engulfed in silence and the first ray of sunlight barely making their way in, he could see the little dust floating in the air. It felt cosy. Zenas first step directed him straight to the cupboard, he needed some coffee if he wanted to avoid mistakes in those reports, the idea of having to do them again was particularly attractive. He didn't notice.

After he sat down, only then he saw the white box placed right in the middle of the table. It felt quite out of place that it took him a while to realise he wasn't imagining things out of tiredness. After giving it some thoughts, his hand picked the box, flawlessly white and a red ribbon tied. It didn't have a name, there wasn't a note attached to it either, he pondered if opening would be a good idea, it could be meant for someone else. Well, he could just tie the ribbon again and pretend he didn't see anything.

So, white box opened. The note that'd usually be outside was stored inside but instead of a proper message only ones and zeros filled the tiny paper. A binary code. Zenas could help but giggle, it was obvious who left it there, he only needed to know what that code meant. He turned on his terminal and searched.

“ 01000010 01100101 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110 00100000 01000001 01101100 01110111 01100001 01111001 01110011 00101110 ”.

What the fuck? Is this supposed to be romantic? Zenas knew well enough that Lee is a bit odd sometimes, and his emotions and feelings can be quite complicated to understand. He is aware of that, but if he intended to be romantic or give Zenas some reassurance, that message definitely didn't. It made his skin crawl. And he failed to notice it again.

[starryficsfinishwen]

✧。◟ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ — lee hyperreal x reader [PGR] [Happy Activation Day, Lee!!]

darling, you're the one I want

a.n. - self-indulgent comfort because I badly needed one. ALSO??? IT'S ACTUALLY LEE ACTIVATION DAY?!?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE I LOVE YOU (COME HOME WHEN YOU COME TO GLOBAL, I'M SHARING THIS WITH YOU TOO READERS AND MUTUALS <3 <3 <3) I guess this is also short because I wasn't prepared (unplanned, the other one [NSFW] a little secret is the one who is planned LOL)

words - 1,458

pairing - hyperreal!lee x commandant (no specific genders mentioned, tho implied female)

warnings - none. comfort. super soft fluff with lee hyperreal. lowercase for the aesthetic™ I guess a bit suggestive?? because something happened to y'all the other night 👀

the first light of day cascades through your windows and lands on your outstretched hand.

as the outside world began its usual morning routine — the sound of machines clanking, chattering as the white noise, daylight dancing on the palm of your hand — you should wake up. a long, long list of things to do is waiting for you. Lucia and Liv could be in the maintenance room and you're needed for more paper works. but you don't — all you could think about was the warmth of the occupied space beside you, intertwined with you under the sheets.

Lee is here. Lee's sleeping beside you.

he's on his side, sleeping soundly, as one hand grasped yours, the other draped on your bare hips. both of your legs are tangled, your body nearly leaning onto him. his usual stoic face was relaxed, an expression you rarely see during the war. while the battlefield may have scorned his appearance, only moments like this would allow you to see Lee drop his guard down and show his human side.

propping a hand to support your head, you couldn't help but look at your sleeping lover. you've always known Lee has been so handsome; even when he had his Entropy frame, humans or constructs would approach him and ask for his number. but you couldn't help but laugh at that memory. this man is yours; unfortunate to them, but he's the one who is part of Gray Raven and the one who owns your heart.

was this the first time Lee was with you in bed? you usually see him after you wake up, preparing your morning coffee, the papers on your desk arranged accordingly. right now, he's actually beside you.

pride and love well up in your chest. although he may have given up his humanity years ago, you couldn't help but think about how you've learned to adore him. unclasping from his hand, you lightly touched his face.

tracing his face. from the blonde locks covering his closed eyes, to the shape of his jaw. from the chin, you drifted to the slope of his nose, the softness of his cheek. you tenderly traced the outline of his lips, which made you smile, as the events of last night replayed in your mind, the thought that made you blush and joyful. you may have studied all the lessons the F.O.S. taught you, but no one was there to write a book about Lee. and so, you couldn't help but want to touch every part of him that you could.

as you do, you couldn't help but think now; the war, the punishing virus, the ones you love. fear may be evident as it grows fondly like your endearment for Lee, but you solely believe in hope: in hope that one day, a world where you could roam with Lee and your team, and other people in Babylonia, without anything to destroy life anymore.

you leaned and kissed the corners of his mouth. one kiss turned into little kisses that littered across his jaw, up until the eyelids. your heart is heavy with endearment — you want to kiss Lee without hesitation, without a pause.

fortunately for you, Lee was already awake. the moment you started to touch him, he woke up from his slumber. but hearing you squeaking with joy, he let you have your moment. until you started kissing him anywhere but his lips.

jolting up, he took your wrist and flipped you over: you are under him, wrists lightly held above your head. “good morning, commandant.” said Lee, the raspy, morning voice making you smile with pleasure.

“good morning,” you replied, voice scratchy, “I think you made me lose my voice. how am I supposed to talk to the council now?”

“mm, that's not my fault.” he leaned down to nuzzle your exposed neck, breath tickling your shoulders, “I can tell them to reschedule. you need the rest after all.”

“still your fault. I still have so much to do.”

“why don't you do it then?”

you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes, “a certain someone made me lose the ability to walk.”

Lee lifted his head to reveal a smirk that made you want to wipe off of his face. “oh, really? that's unfortunate. would you tell me who it is?”

He let your hands go, still caging you in between him. deciding to play along with his game, you wrap your arms around his neck, laughing. “mm, well, he's good-looking. definitely an eye candy.”

“mhm, and?”

“he has blonde hair. a cute guy.”

“I think I get the image. what else?”

“a strange guy. he's also really shy but somehow switches personalities when there's no one else around.”

“really? that is a strange guy. I think you should stay away from him.”

“ah, I should, but that's a shame.” you mirrored his grin, “after all, he just told me that I should stay a little longer.”

a faint blush dusted his cheeks. he leaned down, lips closer to yours, that you could feel the thrumming of his heartbeat. “mm...if I told you to stay a little longer, would you?”

you pulled him closer, his body now touching on top of yours. two hearts now mirroring each other's beats. “I would,” you whispered, turning to kiss wherever your lips could reach, “I would stay with you.”

you wish you would. you wish it would stay forever like this: on a bed on a work morning, skipping whatever the hell was out for the both of you. for a split second, the image you had earlier reappeared in your thoughts: a white gown, a floral arc, an aisle, and the man in a suit waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

such thoughts shouldn't happen, but your heart, oh. you could never imagine the future without a Lee — Morian — in it.

“I love you, Lee.”

the three magic words that you've always wanted to tell him all the time. Lee didn't answer. instead, he nuzzles the warmth of your cheek. then the other. aiding him in his ministrations, your fingers tangle themselves in the softness of his hair. the shuffling of the blanket, the tangling of your legs. he moves downward now; kissing the edge of your jaw, to the crook of your neck, the dip of your clavicle. he looks at you, a twinkle in his eye as he kissed the back of your hand, to the inside of your palm.

he straddles you by the hips. you remember a construct's body may be different from that of a regular human, but to see the outlines of his torse, a transparent, glowing blue light from his spine, only made you look back at him with awe. you trace the outline, to which he holds your hand fondly.

“I've always seen you like a god.” Lee confesses. as he held your hand to his chest (his heart was beating erratically now), he spoke more of his feelings. “you have always been too kind to me, even though I can be brash and apathetic. you only show me mercy, and I don't even know how to repay you.”

“being alive and being here is enough for me.” you whispered, the pal of your hand flat against his erratic heart, “I can't imagine a life without Lee. without Morian.”

You felt his heart skip. He only chuckles, “I can't get enough of you saying my name. it feels...unusual.”

“I love you, Morian.”

He exhales. Taking your hand and kissing the palm of it once more, before looking at you with his tender cerulean irises, he whispers.

“I love you more, [Y/N].”

no one is alone here now. only two lovers, laughing under the sheets, incessant touches here and there, that only they can share with one another.

“w-wait!” you exclaimed, prying Lee away from you for a moment, “I forgot to give you something.”

Lee cocked his head, “what?”

you pecked his lips, grinning, “happy birthday, Lee.”

“really? that's it?” he laughs, holding your hips, “thank you, [Y/N].”

“I have a gift for you.”

“oh? what is it?”

excitingly rolling to your side of the bed, you pulled out a ribbon. looking at Lee, you carefully place the ribbon on top of your head. Lee's eyes darken with an expression you're now slowly getting used to.

“I'm your present.”

“...how am I supposed to open my present if they're already open?”

You wink, legs shyly opening. “there's more to come.”

and so, that was how your day goes, as the day bleeds into the nighttime. Lee doesn't know though, the real present that sits on your drawer, waiting for the right time to be opened.

comments, likes, reblogs are appreciated!! please don't copy or plagiarize my work!

[unhappy-last-resort]

Fevered Dreams ( PGR Chrome & ??? x GN Reader)

Warnings: implied somnophilia, manipulation, reader is sick (possibly COVID sick, depends on how my test goes), I am currently ill so I decided to write comfort that's less comfort and more discomfort instead

Lmk any mistakes or improvements I can make.

It started with something small. Just a sore throat and nothing more, but by the next afternoon it had slowly grown into into something more troublesome.

Shortness of breath and fatigue and all while you were on a mission too, how convenient. Gray Raven was quick to shuffle you back to base once a nearby squad arrived to help and off you went back on a ship straight to Babylonia with Liv to accompany you just in case you got worse on the flight back (you did.)

You couldn't help but be frustrated, the day was going well and now everything is going to grind to a halt. You were already dreading what the night would be like when you were struggling even to take a nap. You sit up in your bed and stare a hole into the bedsheets. You didn't feel like doing much of anything, you just wanted to sleep, but that seemed impossible. You kept tossing and turning and even when you did fall asleep for a second you'd have these terrible nightmares; a swelling red tide full of all the cries of the ones you love and care about with their broken hands reaching out to you, looming towers disrupting your vision and transforming your friends- and even yourself into something crazed and horrid, towering trees made of fire and hellish twin faces, a sister in white slowly being torn apart limb by limb as her two red sisters scream in horror and pain of losing each other again as one red sister begs you to do something while the other says to stay away and that you'll never be enough. You're sure there's more, but you're too tired and miserable to try and remember any further.

A light knock disrupts your thoughts, and you're thankful for it. "Come in." You try to say it loud enough so the other person can hear, but you end up giving yourself a coughing fit instead.

"Commandant, I've warned you many times about the cost of exhausting your body." A familiar yet surprising voice sounds through your room and you look up between coughs.

"Chrome?" You croak and your brows furrow slightly in confusion. You're not surprised that he's visiting you, you're surprised that he's back so soon.

You remember earlier...you don't remember when and you can't figure out a time estimate, but he came to see you.

In the midst of your tossing and turning, you opened your eyes faintly to see a blurry figure, the face wasn't close enough for you to tell who it was and judging by the black in the blurry colors, it certainly wasn't Liv. Ah, what was that? It looked like a flash of red, Lucia? But you're not sure that's right either.

It's masculine, so definitely not Lucia or Liv...your brain is so scattered you can't seem to decide on who it is. Names and faces appear and disappear like shards of glass in your mind's eye, fleeting and falling through your fingers before you could catch them.

You open your mouth to ask who it is when the figure speaks first. "Rest. You don't need to fret, I'll be watching over you."

A light pressure forms on your shoulder, pushing you down gently in an attempt to stop the writhing you hadn't realized you were doing. "There's no need to panic, I won't hurt you, I just want to watch over you for a while. I'll look after you and keep you safe."

Noan? Lee? Chrome?...Chrome. It must be Chrome you decided, but why is he here now? You remember Liv saying he would visit at 5PM and while you don't know the exact time now, you knew it was too early to be 5PM.

"Chrome? Didn't you say you'd visit later?" You ask nasally, your throat irritating you to no end. There's a brief moment of silence from the figure before he speaks again.

"I finished my work early, so I decided to come see you early. Is that alright...Commandant?" The voice is melodic, if you didn't know Chrome you'd think he was mocking you right now.

"It's fine, just wondering is all." You mumble as your head falls back onto the pillow, so tired and yet unable to sleep.

"Of course, you wouldn't want a wolf to come in and endanger you." Chrome replies, you feel a finger glide over the line of your torso before stopping right at your midriff. You laugh softly into a coughing fit at his 'joke'.

"Oh my, you really are quite ill aren't you?" A moment later you feel your head being raised and a cool glass press against your lips. Obediently you open your mouth and drink the water and when you've had enough, 'Chrome' gently sets you down again and cups your face.

You keep your eyes closed as he stays like that for a while. You feel his gaze over your face before it slowly drifts down and lingers at your lips, what you assume is a finger runs over your bottom lip before his heavy gaze travels further, studying your neck, then your chest, your arms, your stomach, your hips, and resting a moment between your thighs before the gaze travels the dips and curves of your body back up to your face.

"Go to sleep." If you hadn't known Chrome better it would've sounded like a warning. Regardless, you did somehow manage to fall back into a sleep punctuated with the occasional ghostly sensation of gloved fingers on your skin followed by a soft press of lips, but you couldn't tell if that was from a dream or not, since every time you tried to see who it was...there was nothing.

"Commandant?" Blue eyes swirling with concern and a slight twinge of fear wait anxiously for your answer, a gloved hand stretches out before abruptly hesitating and pulling back. "Commandant, can you hear me?"

"Yeah sorry, I didn't realize I zoned out." You give Chrome a faint smile. "But you don't need to check up on me so often."

Chrome's brows furrow, he seems more anxious suddenly. "Commandant, this is the first time I've seen you today. Did you...perhaps have a dream?"

"Huh? No, you definitely came here earlier." There was no doubt in your mind that that was real. You saw him earlier, you were absolutely certain. You'd even bet your life upon it, that's how certain you were.

"...I wasn't here earlier." Chrome replies, there's no tone of judgement, or mockery in his voice. He says it calmly, confidently, and gently, the same way he does when informing you of strategies or what types of enemies are on the field.

You don't know what to say so you quietly look over the memory again in your mind, combing through it and looking for anything suspicious. It must've shown on your face because Chrome suddenly crouches down in front of you.

"It's...alright if you dreamt of me," Chrome's cheeks flush ever so slightly and he averts his gaze before finding his words once more. "But I want to make sure you know the difference between dreams and reality, Commandant."

There is no hint of judgment in his face, only the sincere and genuine care he has always shown you. "I...you're right, maybe I've been pushing myself too hard lately. I'll ask Liv if I can take some sleeping pills." You're still certain those events were reality, but knowing how concerned everyone already is, you don't want to add hallucinations onto their list of things to fret about so you just go with it instead.

Chrome smiles gently and then it falters for a moment, becoming confused then strained as his gaze lingers on the side of your neck. "Chrome?" You call, wondering what's wrong. Your fingers reach up towards your neck before being stopped suddenly, you look down and realize it was Chrome's hand on your wrist. You stare at each other for a moment before Chrome stands up and clears his throat, letting go of your wrist in the process.

"Ahem...it's nothing, Commandant. I was just thinking about missions. Please get some rest." And with that, Chrome leaves. Quietly shutting the door behind you and leaving you in solitude once more.

Solitude? My, after such a wonderful performance you gave me you think I'd simply leave you to suffer alone? Never, dear little rabbit of mine, would I ever do such a thing.

[lunaefall]

PGR White Day Art! (JP Server)

[gollumsmygel]

my pgr screenshots lmao. i put the game in the highest possible graphics setting while o was editing the dorm and chanced upon Lee deciding to sleep. i really wish you can reaaaally zoom in while at the dorm bc i need to see them being cute A LOT CLOSER.

also their clothes/coating for the white day event are so pretty 🥺🥹

[koukouture]

PGR characters as people you meet in high school

Lucia - The quiet kid who’s also really popular for some reason. She doesn’t seem talk to people that much but for some reason everyone seems to know and like her somehow. I don’t even think she knows most of their names

Lee - The robotics/gamer kid who somehow has an unreasonable amount of rizz Also one of the quiet ones. Ngl I feel like Gray Raven is just that quiet friend group who always does their own thing and eats lunch in the art room together or smth. Lee by all means seems like he’s be sort of a loser, but no, he’s got EVERYONE trying to tap his non existent ass. I have this type of friend, I have no idea why but they (yeah there are two of em) always pull the baddest bitches. It’s insane.

Liv - The shy and kind kid Liv is the kid that nobody makes fun of because if you did, you would have the entire school on your ass. She is that nice, and absolute angel. Though I feel like she’s also the quiet kid you should be scared of, most people are smart enough not to fuck with her but a few weren’t.

Chrome - The golden child/overachiever This man. He’s on the principal’s list, he’s got a bunch of scholarships lined up for him, multiple extracurriculars, plus he’s rich, nice, and hot. This is the kid that has EVERYTHING it’s insane. But he definitely deserves it, and he’s always willing to help with homework. Suffers from bad taste in men (Vonnegut) because from my experience, all the kids of this kind do. Like that is the only thing wrong with them, their romantic preferences.

Kamui - The class clown and gamer kid Ngl I think he would be made fun of, but he’s just such a nice guy honestly. Another member of the disciples of rizz, somehow always pulls some bad bitches. I feel like he would wear blatant anime merch and maybe those wolf hoodies tho. Also big ass headphones all the time. Sorry Kamui stans.

Camu - Gamer boy part 2 + gets in trouble a lot He also vapes in the washroom when skipping class. Really good at one subject, barely average in the rest. I want to say that he’s the hot Wattpad delinquent bad boy, but he’s a hardcore gamer so he doesn’t get that luxury. Skips school quite a bit, gets into a lot of fights. Yeah.

Wanshi - The kid who never shows up for class We all have that one friend who never shows up to school right? Yeah, that’s Wanshi. Except he probably shows up on test days or for big projects. He still passes tho. Textbook definition of really smart, just lazy.

Karenina - The loud girl that’s always got beef I don’t like her. She seems like that basic ass bitch who is actually always mad at everything and really mean to the guy she likes. But not in a cute way, just annoying. Decent grades, probably argues with the teacher tho. Yeah, we all know this kid right?

Bianca - The Christian white girl who has a rebellious phase later I don’t like Bianca either, but I feel like every textbook Lulu Lemon/Aritzia Christian white girl eventually goes through a rebellious phase or abandons religion completely. Source? I go to a Catholic private school. I know what I’m talking about.

Watanabe - The actual hot delinquent Sorry Camu, Watanabe gets to be the Wattpad boy. He’s just so cold around anyone that isn’t Gray Raven/Kamui that I think he’s just that kid. He’s not an asshole though, minds his own business most of the time but gets into a lot of fights. He’s also something like a big brother to everyone. Teachers hate him though. Also skips fairly often, but he’s always at parties. Mostly as the designated driver. To everyone’s surprise, he wants to be a teacher and that is what he goes and does after high school.

Luna - The popular girl with all the tea I just know Luna hears absolutely everything and uses it as black mail. She’s pretty chill and likeable most of the time though, hence why she’s so popular. Probably on the student council methinks. Pretty good grades too.

Alpha - The popular athletic kid She doesn’t strike me as a tomboy necessarily, just athletic. And gay as fuck. I don’t know what it is guys, I think it might be the Doc Martens. I feel like when she’s not doing sports she’s the cool alt girl everyone wishes they were. Gets into fights and always wins them. Surprisingly, she’s well likes by teachers because she’s pretty quiet in class.

Roland - The theatre/show choir kid You all saw this one coming from a mile away. I said show choir kid too because show choir kids are actually an entirely different breed of crazy. Like we nutty as fuck. (yes, I am a show choir kid, point and laugh guys) Super flamboyant and shows off a lot- worst part is it’s actually always really impressive. Doc Martens wearer number 2, probably made a shrine to Lin Manuel Miranda in the washroom as a joke once, or a Pedro Pascal one. Either or.

Might make a part two and a bonus round for my OCs, idk hope you liked these

[sen-no-kotowari]

PGR Bambinatta Activation Day 2023 Mail

I hope everyone's enjoying the holidays and also the latest patch with Lightning Amplifier No. 21! I'll be posting Bambinatta's Activation Day memoir for this year for everyone who is a White Swan/Egress Unit lore enthusiast out there! I will be working on the log-in bonus "Bridal Letters" along with Ayla's Activation Day memoir so look forward to those.

Did Bambinatta celebrate her activation day with the Commander? Read more on the cut down below (*´▽｀*)

An invitation from the White Swan Unit

This morning, Bambinatta has received the present you left on the White Swan’s break room. I would like to express my gratitude for the gift. Master has told me that I “shouldn’t be inclined to accept alms from others,” and so… if it’s all right with you, I’d like to head over to your unit’s break room. I shall indulge you in some tea time. In an attempt to meet with my external memory module’s maintenance at 2 in the afternoon, we may not be able to make time… until after today’s scheduled maintenance. Master also said that you could place an additional order for one more person if you wish to. I would be glad if you respond to our invitation. Was it presumptuous of Bambinatta… to give back to the Commander as a token of appreciation for your gift? If it’s inconvenient for you, please give me the order to leave your return gift on a designated location of your choosing. From: Bambinatta’s Mail―Part 1

Why are you apologizing?

I’ve told you it was okay to just order me to leave your gift at a designated location, but you still apologized to Bambinatta. Did I made it awkward for you? You told me before that one should firmly stick to their word, but… If Bambinatta wants to stay by the Commander and Master’s side, I shouldn’t feel anxious about losing my memory data. However… If I do lose it, I might forget your birthday. I don’t want to forget when the Commander’s birthday is. Master also said that “it was the first time somebody celebrated Bambinatta’s activation day.” That’s why it is an imperative for Bambinatta to celebrate the Commander’s birthday. It’s a little early, but I’ve attached your birthday present in this mail. I’d be glad if you like it. Among Bambinatta’s memory data, the image of the Commander’s troubled look trying to remember things is recorded in her memory module, so I gave you a box you could put away these token of remembrance. You can place those items inside this box so they won’t be forgotten along with the memory data that becomes obsolete. I store the gifts I receive from you inside the box. It’s Bambinatta’s precious treasure. I’ll be sure to cherish it dearly. Commander, thank you so much for today. From: Bambinatta’s Mail―Part 2

[mionie]

🅂🅄🅁🆅🄸🅅🄰🄻 🄼🄸🅂🅂🄸🄾🄽 🄸🄽 🆃🄷🄴 🅆🄾🅁🄻🄳 🄾🅵 🄿🄶🅁

... Log_002...

Lucia was engaged in conversation with one of the support constructs at the sally port. Julia watched other squads coming in and out of the highly secured door. Two heavy-armored constructs stood on each side of the door, large guns cradled in their arms, occasionally nodding to teams passing them by.

Liv wiped a sweat rolling down their human commandant's cheek, also providing air by fanning with her hand. Upon their arrival, constructs and other personnel rushed to their aid, some quickly parting to the side as they entered the establishment. Before they could enter the gate, they would need to join the line but they were allowed inside first. When they passed by other teams, they would receive salutes before resuming in their tasks. Seeing the treatment they received moments ago, Julia remembered how the Gray Ravens were deeply respected by others in the game. A random fellow commandant even offered her share of rations to her when she went to confirm her identity.

The special treatment felt surreal as she slowly settled in by the activities inside the port. Lucia walked back to where they waited at one of the benches on the side.

"At 4:28 P.M., the main terminal received orders from our direct Commander to see him after we reached HQ. I suggested that Commandant has to rest first but he said it was urgent "

"The construct before?"

"Yes. He said that our transport craft would be departing tomorrow at exactly 5:00 P.M. We will be riding with supply carriers back to Babylonia." Julia hung her head low, letting her hair hide her face.

She was not yet ready. Barely two days passed since she arrived in the PGR universe and she was forced to follow the flow of events. Too much so, she had to directly see her direct Commander. If she could remember correctly, she was under Hassen's wing, which she was grateful for. But the game was not only actions and missions, there was also deep drama occuring within the walls of Babylonia. And I know that the Commandant of Gray Raven was the favorite puppet of those in power... Which is currently me...

"I wish to lie down. Privately," she stretched her sore limbs and Liv's face bloomed, "Commandant, there are resting rooms available in the west building—" she followed to where Liv pointed, "we should head there later after your dinner."

She shook her head, a sigh unintentionally left her lips, "I'll be sleeping, if that's okay. As for dinner, I'll have something light please," then she turned to Lee who stood far away from them, "also, please bring me a pen and paper. If it's a notebook, that's even better."

"What do you need those for?"

"For... some purpose..."

"You can use your tablet instead."

"... It's something personal. I won't risk getting it hacked and leaked." With the given free time, she had to summerize her position.

Without saying anything, he walked in the opposite direction of the west building. Placing a hand on her knees, she slowly pushed herself up while Lucia and Liv helped her stagger to their room. Whether Lee would return with what she asked for or not, she would have to ask for either Liv or Lucia instead.

They entered the building in the western side. Similar to the other buildings, the exterior was metallic and painted in gray. Few colors of black, white, and blue accentuated the dull establishment. Surprisingly, the inside appeared more humane than the exterior– plants decorated the corners of the lobby and a large screen played a single clip of the seashore.

Approaching the front desk, a female construct smiled at them, "greetings, Gray Raven team. How can I help with?"

"..." What should I say?!

Internally panicking, Julia pushed her weight more onto Lucia, raising her hand to massage her temples.

"Is the Gray Raven's room available now?" Liv said after noticing the quiet disposition. Nice, Liv!

"Yes, Ms. Liv. Should we prepare your tables then in the dining hall?"

"No. Commandant will be having a light meal inside our room instead." Lucia interjected which the receptionist nodded.

"Noted. Food will be delivered as soon as possible. Please refer to room D-67. Thank you!" She bowed at them after tapping in her terminal and they left.

The hallway was identical to the other halls they passed. Julia wondered how Babylonia's staffs navigate through such confusing design. After many turns and rides from elevators, they were faced with door without any door knob. The 'D-67' indication was engraved on a metallic plate beside the door. Below the plate was a biometric with it's screen flashing a soft blue glow.

Similar to how she confirmed her identity before when arriving at the facility, Julia placed her hand on the screen and the door opened. Inside was... bare. There were two queen-sized beds on one side of the room and on the opposite side were two capsules with wires and cables attached. Another door was located beside the capsules, assumably directed to the bathroom. Nothing more was seen aside from a long table near the entrance.

Liv entered first and Julia followed, although hesitantly. How can such a place used for resting be more—or less, accommodating than the lobby? Is it because the lobby is to attract it's guests that they forgot that bedrooms should be equally, if not more cozy and relaxing?

"... A prison?"

"What is, Commandant?" Julia jumped to Lucia's words beside her. The twin-tailed construct looked at her with furrowed brows but she just shook her head and headed straight towards one of the beds. Did I said that out loud?

"Ah! Commandant!" Julia paused in her movement, her form bent low, ready to dive into the white sheets of the bed.

"Yes?"

"Please wash up first. And please call for me if you need any assistance," Liv said from inside one of the pods. Are those pods for constructs? A version of bed for them?

She twirled a hair at the base of her neck, "help for what?"

"I know you're still not fully healed from our last mission, Commandant. Please don't push yourself too hard and ask for help... It shouldn't be me! Lucia would be willing as well!" Lucia nodded, preparing to enter the other capsule.

That's... relieving. She sighed and smiled at them, "okay, I'll be finished in 20 minutes. If the food arrived before I am done, please help yourselves first."

"But Commandant... We don't need to eat."

Words stuck in her throat. Right... They were constructs—alive, and at the same time, not...

Swallowing any shock and nervousness, she just waved her hand and went to the bathroom, "but it's alright to enjoy once in a while, right?" She closed the door hurriedly. Lee, I really need something to write with, now!!

So far, she was faring well in all these abrupt events. How she still remained sane was a wonder to her. Right now, she had to prepare herself for the meeting in the next day with Hassen. How should she behave? React? What would their discussion be? Surely, she would be clueless to all the matters regarding what they would tackle.

Would Hassen be the only person she'd be meeting with? What about other people?

And most importantly, how does the Commandant behave?

She was her own person and it was clear before that she was very different to the Commandant in the game. This was evident to the reaction of her team members when she met them the first time. Confusion was clouding their eyes but they remained quiet and focused on their mission before.

She was inside the game. Whether it was real or not, a dream or reality, she chose the safer option—adapt. By doing so, it would save her emotionally, psychologically, and physically.

She submerged herself in the tub she filled with warm water mixed with soap she found inside the cabinet, mentally noting her first sentence she would write.

Number 1. Manifest inner Commandant.

[rooshayah]

PGR White Day browser event pt. 1

[asoundofdrop]

Drop's Masterlist

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Punishing Gray Raven:

Hamea Main page Relationship chart "IF..." "Repetitive Tapping" Valentines Art White Day Art "Lavuestia Mutanz" Inspired "The World I Love" Inspired Closer

Siyeon First art

Yusufa Relationship chart Wedding Vows (Inspired by Octopath)

OC Construct Squad First post Colored height chart Chibi stack

OC Ascendant Squad Colored height chart

Canon characters 10.23.22 Kamui and Camu birthday "Lee's street smarts" Strike Hawk in Fake Ascension "North vs Up" Chrome carrying Strike Hawk (Blood, missing limbs) 2022 April Fools (ft. Hamea) 2022 Mid-autumn Festival (ft. Hamea and Yusufa) Bunny girls (ft. Hamea) 2023 New Years (ft. Hamea and Yusufa) Eye study (ft. Hamea) 2nd anniversary art (ft. Hamea) Hot pot fic (ft. Hamea) PGR Plays: Phasmophobia (Lee, Kamui, Camu, Chrome)

Hymn of Sun and Moon My OC-centric fic for PGR! My biggest and most beloved pet project. Hamea / Therius / Baihe Promotional art

Camu rambling

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Honkai Star Rail:

Xiwu Main page Delivery in Belobog Relationship rambles (Jarilo) Coolness

[halleyk7]

Speedpaint: https://youtu.be/6hE2NDQawy0

“BZZ--Can you hear me? The signal here’s a bit unstable...What’s with that face? You worried about me? As you can see, there’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine. This is for you, made with raw dark chocolate and Serum. I used to eat this kind of chocolate in the army all the time to refresh myself. Yeah, I made it. What? It’s not that hard to make chocolate...Why am I giving you chocolate? Do you really need me to explain? Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ll be waiting for you outside Oasis later. You’re worried about me, right? Then come see for yourself that I’m fine.”

-Watanabe Nightblade-

In turn, I gave the White Day gift to Watanabe, then he gave me a rose. So we are still not even. :P

[jirnkirks]

short circuit is ending and ive made myself bonkers over amelia mann and rust nyong'o so please enjoy my loreprosals for my accidentally lichified pirate captain rust nyong'o and their trusty [he keeps insisting hes human and im too afraid and gay to ask] first mate amelia mann

That's what i like to hear

Ok this isnt super fcked up but

So heres my pitch

Rust Nyong'o (they/them) is a pirate captain, like, a pretty normal sort honestly. Worked their way up by working hard, staying alive and rolling with the punches. They had their own upper hand with a little magic in their blood, a family secret. Its a bit of hydromancy, a bit of healing a bit of everything that can nudge the world their way

Amelia Mann (he/him) is (was) their second mate. Not very close and threw together by happenstance and because Amelia was so popular with the crew rather than any real cameraderie. But beneath his quick temper and charisma, Amelia knew a good opportunity so yknow they worked.

And they were fine and normal until shit judt started getting fucked up

Amelia was swept overboard and gone for a month. Rust getting more and more unused to land, craving the sea, craving blood to give her. Its like the sea is slowly taking over their ship, keeping it steady when salt shouldve rotted through the wood. They wake up to water seeping through the ceiling, which shouldn't even be possible

(the sea is greedy)

Amelia comes back- different. Whatever it is that comes back answers to Amelia and sounds like Amelia, but he comes swathed in black and veils and heavy cloth. His temperament is calmer, but vicious. He's not friendly anymore and he takes insults to heart (and replies w murder half the time) but hes still as smart, maybe even more, and is even more helpful to Rust.

(do your best to ignore that his voice sounds like you hear it, but cuts clear regardless of how noisy the winds are and how no one overhears. How he looks like a guy swathed in a lot of clothes, but no ones seen more than his hands and what might be the suggestion of a face)

And its kind of a horror show, and it takes Rust a moment too long to realize theres something wrong with them too. They lost their foot but his prosthesic has gone bleached white, like driftwood, and feels strangely stable these days. Their connection to the water is stronger than ever as everything else wanes. The first time Rust get cut after the changes start... Instead of skin healing over, the wound turns pearly. Moons later the tips of their fingers and toes turn pearl like and its been slowly creeping in over the years (its up to their wrists now). Barnacles and algae in their hair, blood thin and saltier.

The sea's taking them all.

And i think inbetween all these changes- look like. Amelia is weird. And fucked up. And clearly not Amelia but whatever he is, he's insisted hes still Amelia Mann so sure whatever. He hums all the time and set goosebumps on their skin but with whatever they are, you either know you can kill it or wait. Until then, this Amelia is.. Easier to deal with. Actually listens to Rust instead of quietly probing for weakness. He doesnt really explain everything but like... He seems at ease with the changes and for once Rust can just. Let it out a bit, and not feel weak. Can turn to someone and ask for answers, for harbor.

(I found out Rust's PGR was kneeling)

So. Okay. This ship is all kinds of fucked. Rust should be 80 and looks barely 30. Their ship got dragged to Hades. Amelia is still humming peacefully so sure. Whatever. They'll play.

Also wow random bg info

Rust is- i had a hard time finding this info so im going w Lupita Nyong'o cuz im assuming whoever submitted it did it cuz of her. So Rust Odwuor Nyong'o is Kenyan and of the Luo people. Niq and Nico Nyong'o is their niece once removed, though they aren't very aware of the two- Niq and Nico bought thought theyre totally normal humans and i just think its funny putting niq on the other side of surprise ur familys secretly a blank. I think Rust is like.. Nb transmasc. Smart, with a desire to put their knowledge into actual practical use. Started as a legit sailor then like.. Oopsy crime pays better!

Amelia Mann was human. Amelia Mann is.. Who the fuck knows what is in who was once Amelia Mann's corpse. The closest the crew have to seeing him is like his hands and what might be his voice. The humming js real sound- when he speaks its actually in your mind. Rust has touched him, has seen more than most but even they arent sure if what they saw was real or in their head. Amelia's at least.. Gentle about it. After awhile.

so also according to my personal timeline for rust. when they were a kid, that was when the British started colonizing the Luo in modern day kenya/uganda/Mozambique sometjing to bear in mind and why i think rust is my friend fuck colonizers

(amelia fries ppl brains sometimes but he tries to keep it to a minimum now bcus it was unnecessarily messy)

Amelia doesnt use a sword, people just like to fall down dead around him lookijg like something gigantic clawed through them.

[unhappy-last-resort]

"Noan" idea/drabble

Fandom: Punishing: Gray Raven (PGR)

Warnings: yandere, implied nsfw, kidnapping, brainwashing, horror

"Noan" finding you alone and injured on a mission and Instead of letting the Ravens find you, whisks your unconscious self away and goes deep into one of the few forests left in the world.

He carves a place- a home in it's center where only a handful of sun rays can reach, erases all scent and memory of Babylonia, the Ravens...and "that" version of him you knew. He nurses you to health, makes new clothes, and warns you to never, ever leave the home. Not unless he's with you and when you see the almost aggressive nature of the forest, you agree.

It's lonely, often. He occasionally has to stay out for a few days at a time to find food and supplies for you, but he always comes back and he always makes sure to drown you in affection so sharp it leaves marks for days and weeks afterwards.

You're his, have always been his, he tells you. You've been together for years, long before he was made of metal, he tells you. You loved each other deeply and fervently, he tells you. The world has been overrun by the forest, there's nothing but wood and trees and bodies, he tells you.

Then, one night, when Noan is still gone and your bed achingly empty, there's a crunch. A creak of the trees outside your window. You freeze and stand, cold seeping into your skin and bones as you creep towards the window and the chill settles in your chest as two, yellow eyes, glowing in the night, stare back at you.

You've never seen another person before, and Noan has never mentioned seeing anything but bodies. Is it a monster, born from the roots and soil of the forest? It steps closer, places a hand on the sill of your glass-less window and it talks.

It sounds like him, like your Noan, but your Noan has red eyes made of scarlet ruby, not the devilish yellow of this one. It says to come out, it says you're safe now and the pang of your lover having left you has never resounded more loudly in your body.

Its hand reaches and pulls itself forward, it's hair is grey like his but with white strands in its center and not knowing what else to do you run, out of the house despite his warnings not to.

Your foot catches on the many roots around the boundary of your home- the ones Noan didn't cut and before you fall you feel arms wrap around you and terror bubbles into a scream that makes the trees shudder. You can only pray Noan heard you and is near when it's hand covers your mouth and pulls you back inside. There's a distant rustling in the darkness outside and the yellow eyes of the devil stare into your soul, telling you to remember something as an even darker shadow stands behind it. You hear a thump and those two fireflies are snuffed out as a being with red eyes stands above you.

The next time your eyes open, you've been carefully tucked into your bed and Noan, your Noan, is sitting in front of your fireplace. Contemplative. You tell him what happened and he shushes you, cradles you gently as he tells you it was a nightmare. You try to argue, but it becomes harder to do that when his mind seems occupied on other activities with you- and something off to the side, but when you look there's nothing there.

Once, when his hands squeezed and pulled at the plush of your body while you were teetering on the edge of oblivion, you saw eyes in the dark. Yellow ones. Watching you.

Things have been different since. The house makes new sounds that it didn't before. Particularly, the tapping around the house in the dead of night, sometimes right next to you. Noan leaves less frequently and he's been more intimate more often, and you always feel like something is watching you off in the shadows of your home where your eyes can't see.

It feels like something is waiting, like the forest is waiting. There's an anxious silence that hangs in the branches every day and night. You feel like something is going to happen, one day. Something that will forever change your home.

And you.