#z 432

[cosmokrill]

Pressure x Tsp crossover when

RIGHT NOW, BABY!! THE TIMEKEEPER IS BACK AND MORE GLAMOROUS THAN EVER. only og cosmokrill fans remember when I used to draw them like. every minute of every single day

[weossddu]

after the last playthrough of Pressure i wanted to draw her

[not-so-imaginary]

Thank you for using our 'Limited-Time Imaginary Friend' remote! We hope you enjoy the next 2 days with your very own real, not-so-imaginary, friend!

Howdy! You can call me mod beth, I'll be running this account. I haven't seen a not so imaginary friend account yet so I decided to give it a try!

I use she/her/any

Anything that happens here is not canon to the game. It's just a silly little role play account

This is a roleplay account for the character Z-432-1 or commonly known as the not so imaginary friend from the hit roblox game pressure!

This blog is inspired by other blogs such as

@ask-eyefestation

@askeyefestation

@sebbiesolace

@asksearchlights

And other such blogs! So please check them out!

RULES:

- no NSFW

- M!Anons are allowed to a certain extent

- No harrasement

- basic DNI (pesos, bigots, etc)

- roleplay is allowed!

Not so imaginary friend will talk like this:

📣: Test

Actions will be like this: *test*

I will talk like this if on a non roleplay post or (this on a roleplay post)

[paraseleneblur]

thank you for letting her join your run. they should add a badge for escaping w the imaginary friend

[leitcrimosa]

Rating: T

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Pressure (Roblox)

Relationship: Imaginary Friend (Roblox: Pressure)/My Wife (Roblox: Pressure)

Language: English

Summary:

limited-time imaginary friend isn't operating quite as expected after her prisoner friend dies. she doesn't think meeting somebody else afterwards was supposed to happen either. - or: what if were both girls and were stuck in hadal blacksite together and we were both scps. and also vaguely fleshy. and then we met each other.

[omoghouls]

Brb, going to get fucked by mothman

[masoncarr2244]

[rickxation]

Zb and Cyber and their song :) Their relationship is Codependent Stockholm Syndrome. They're really fun to explore because of how messed up their relationship is. Villains are fun uwu

[brittle-biscuits]

Best Friends For Life (Roblox - Pressure)

Art by Baybearsz. They have one of the cutest Imaginary Friend interpretations I’ve seen.

Guardsman: “So, you’ve finally arrived-HEY HEY! What’s Z-432 doing with you?!”

Damn it, the guardsmen spotted the remote on your person.

You: “She’s coming with me. I’m not leaving her down there.”

Guardsman: “She?! What were you thinking bringing an entity with you from the facility?! That was not part of your instructions!”

Imaginary Friend twiddled her tendril hands, looking ashamed as she hid behind you.

You: “So what? She isn’t a threat to anyone! I can attest to that, she’s just been following me throughout the whole facility! Not once did she try to attack me, she actually helped me! If it wasn’t for her, I’d probably be dead!”

Guardsman: “We can’t take any chances. Hand over the remote! That’s the only way Z-432-1 is able to follow you back up here.”

You: “No, I got you your crystal. Just let us do the exchange and everything will be good. I won’t leave her.”

Imaginary Friend looked worried for you, she didn’t want you to get hurt because of her….

Guardsman: “Let go of the remote. Now!”

You don’t budge, Imaginary Friend was now panicked as the guardsman raised his weapon.

She was about to try something, anything, to move you out of harm’s way when…

???: “Take the crystal. Let them go.”

You looked past the guard to see a decrepit, old man on a tank treaded wheelchair. The guardsmen looked back at the man in shock.

Guardsman: “What? But sir, you can’t be serious about this!”

???: “The public will only see it as a toy remote. Only they can see…her. Besides, only we hold the knowledge of what Z-432 can do after the cover up. Let them go…”

The guardsman sighed in defeat and takes the crystal container from you, other guards came by to escort you to the locker room for a change of clothes.

You felt a surge of warmth around your body, your friend was hugging you. She was so relieved that you were okay…

You: “You’ve been by me from the start. No way I’m letting that make us part ways. You’re sticking by me, friend….”

Imaginary Friend could do nothing but smile at you, her cheeks growing a pinkish tint as her tendril hand gently held yours.

Imaginary Friend: “….I love you…”

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Nissan Fairlady Z432, 1969. Presented at the 16th Tokyo Motor Show, a special version of the Z powered by the DOHC 2.0 litre straight 6 engine from the PGC10 Skyline 2000 GT-R. The name “432” comes from the S20 engine configuration, 4 valves, 3 carburettors, and 2 camshafts. The cars cost 1.85 million yen, approximately twice the cost of the standard Z car and only 419 were made exclusively for the Japanese market

[7lilin7]

Redesign of the Z-432 or Limited-Time Imaginary Friend (I like to call her just Lady) from Pressure

I wanted to give her more personality instead of just being a talking/levitating cone plus on UrbanShades wiki it says her design is based on Squiddles It counts as a late halloween thing………..I think, aight?

[pozartaa]

07.05.24 UTRZYMANIE WAG1 dzień 432. Limit +/- 2100 kcal.

Wybrane posiłki:

Kochani dziś dniówka w robocie. A wczoraj zmiotło mnie z planszy koło 19:00. Bosze mój spałam 10 godzin! Obudziłam się o 4:00 bez budzika. Zwykle mam budzik na 4:15 bo lubię mieć z rana czas. Czytam Wasze posty, pije sobie kawę, robię makijaż - nienawidzę się spieszyć i nic robić w biegu. Mój S. za to śpi do ostatniej sekundy po czym w 10 min ubiera się i wychodzi z jednym okiem zamkniętym.

***

Miałam dziś nawet czas cykać sobie foty idąc do pracy 😆 taaa...

Kurde rano to bym kurtkę zimową zakładała. W tym płaszczu wcale nie jest mi za ciepło.

W nowym telefonie nie mam naklejki kotka, którym zawsze zasłaniałem twarz buu 🥲

***

Dzień był długi i nudny. Po pracy zaszłam do Lidla i dokupiłem więcej piersi z kurczaka i marchewki z groszkiem. Ta moja ostatnia potrawka wyszła świetna i tak oto do łask wrócił kolejny "gar obiadowy".

Post późno bo właśnie sobie gotuje... I jeszcze mi się nawet chciało.

Dobrej nocy wam życzę.

[grenue]

Urbanshade Handal Blacksite Divison

Melanoid Hybrid

Z-893 - Codename “Melanoid Hybrid” - has caused the least but most gruesome deaths in Handal Blacksite. It tends to stalk its prey, although, if one has Z-432-1 - codename “Limited-Time Imaginary Friend” - accompanying them, then it will mimic said entity’s voice, in order to have something else, such as “Pinkie”, to come through and kill anyone in its path. This earns a blood-free meal for Z-893, and it shows its intelligence just by doing this alone.

While this creature holds a mass amount of intelligence, it seems to fall easily for tricks. This includes, but does not limit to: shining a flashlight on the wall, earning it to pounce at said light; hiding under desks or in lockers before it sees you; leaving a dead wall dweller for it to consume.

If it comes in contact with any other entities, especially Z-13, it will have an increase in hostile activity, earning more chance of it attacking out of the lack of patience it has with the other entities. This is not the case with “Eyefestation”, however, as it seems to calm down more when one encounters it.

How it tends to kill on its own, without assistance from other entities like "Pinkie", is interesting. It tends to try to use stealth and camouflage to its advantage, alongside its voice-mimicking ability, similar to Z-317. When it strikes, usually around the Ridge, it will pounce on its victim, but before killing them, will say in the voice of Z-13, to "watch your back", as it soon tears them dreadfully by limb.

Z-893 in itself is a mix between a melanoid axolotl, hence the name, a bengal tiger, and a sperm whale, though, it has possessed the ability of mimicking voices due to having ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ DNA. It possesses the height of 5 feet, and 10 feet long, earning it to be smaller than the average woman, but large enough to pounce easily on one to kill. Its size can give it away sometimes, though, alongside its bioluminescent frills. Dr. ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️, one of the head scientists, recommended most of the DNA items, so it could be an excellent source of protection. He ended up being the first victim of death to Z-893.

During the escape, Z-893 was a large part of it, as it mostly took out hidden guards, while Z-779 took out any visible ones. Though, after providing its assistance, it was immediately shot at by Z-779, who stated it was because of Z-13, who knew it would be “too dangerous to keep around”, thus its extreme hatred for Z-13. Ever since, it was tried to get Z-13 to fall for traps and such; the same with Z-779.

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If these documents are shown to unauthorized personnel, you'll be put up for demotion, and any cover-up fees will be sent to your relatives.

( @doggyfood, @mysticcroissant, @i-give-u--art, @ooka-fez )

[littlebutterflysbloog]

DZIEŃ 96 I 97

🦋 ¡Witam kochani! 🦋

Znowu to samo, czyli post z opóźnieniem. Ostatnio nie wyrabiam, jeszcze raz przepraszam.

Sobota:

Szybko wyrobiłam się ze sprzątaniem domu bo o dziwo o 14 skończyłam. Następnie zrobiłam to o co mama mnie prosiła w ogrodzie. O 18 pojechałam na rower. Zrobiłam 13 km i spaliłam 695 kcal. Całkiem nieźle. Oprócz tego bardzo dużo chodziłam w ciągu dnia i wieczorem dodatkowo ćwiczyłam.

Zjedzone: 910 kcal

Spalone: 1796 kcal

Bilans: -886 kcal (całkiem całkiem)

Niedziela:

Wstałam jakoś po 11 i mieliśmy gości. Na obiad byłam zmuszona zjeść 1 ziemniaczka z grilla, więc zjadłam. Później pojechaliśmy na lody i mama mi zagroziła, że jak nie zjem choćby małego to pójdę do szkoły. Jakby nie rozumiem czemu oni we mnie na siłę wpychają jedzenie.

Zjedzone: 850 kcal

Spalone: 432 kcal

Bilans: 418 kcal

🦋 ¡Chudości moje piękności! 🦋

Ps. To nie ja, zawsze pod postami wstawiam thinspo.

~𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒾ℯ𝓃𝓃ℯ

[timeregistry]

A Human's Touch (p.AI.nter x Reader) | Chapter 3

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Notes: Imagine me putting these as drafts because I have NO time and just going "I will post this on this date!" Counting as I'm reposting from AO3 I don't want to flood the tag so I hope this is an alright schedule--

It’s been some days since you last saw the Painter. Even when meeting other subjects you just couldn’t get the stupid AI out of your mind. Even after Urbanshade made you use Z-432 once, the Limited-Time Imaginary Friend, you couldn’t get Painter out of your mind.

You even asked your new Imaginary Friend what you should do in which she only responded that she saw dead people. Which was weird because she gave you actual responses this whole time, which in turn made your skin crawl a little bit and made you ask Sebastian to stay near you until the Imaginary Friend actually disappeared (which he couldn’t do because he had his own curfew like a baby).

Apart from that, you started going to some of these interrogations without your white coat, leaving it in the previous room and only going in with your trusty notebook and some pens.

Somehow, the subjects were definitely more receptive to your questions. Of course, there were exceptions, there always was. There were so many that couldn’t form anything coherent or anything understandable. But generally, subjects were a lot kinder to you. They didn’t see you as yet another one of the researchers. Especially when you dress in brighter colours.

One time, you did your monthly checkup with Eyefestation and it commented on how it couldn’t recognize you at first. You remember asking it what it meant and it responded with how the colours suited you.

Perhaps the lab was so dull that the subjects liked seeing colours. Your white coat did cover a lot of your clothes after all.

Even Sebastian commented that you looked more approachable without the coat. You didn’t know what the coat apparently did with your whole vibe but apparently they were very “rancid”.

You sat down on your office chair, stretching your muscles. This was another day where you were alone in your office as Sebastian stayed busy thanks to Urbanshade apparently breaking all of their underwater machines (which he kept complaining to you intensely as he stole 3 different lunches. There has to be complaints for missing lunches, and why hasn’t anyone checked the cameras? Not like you were complaining).

You looked over at your desk, Painter’s folder still at the edge of it as you pondered once again about the computer. Suddenly, the realisation that listening to him when it told you to remove your coat in the end for questioning went… well? Rather a lot of the subjects were reacting a lot nicer and those that you did re-visit even complimented you.

Maybe… Maybe the thing that is missing with Painter is reward. ‘I’ll scratch your back and you scratch mine’ kind of vibe. Even if Painter has no back you felt like it would be nice to maybe find out a way to thank him.

But what.

You looked around your desk, there had to be something on here that can give you an idea. What would a computer like Painter find enjoyment in?

You tapped your fingers on your table, pushing yourself slightly backwards as you looked around. Even opening some drawers and looking behind you to see the folder’s among folder’s of copies of some of the subjects.

What can it be?

You looked back at your desk, completely stumped. Tapping on your head you tried to think up something, anything.

Suddenly your gaze went on one of the picture frames on your desk. It was one of you and Sebastian, well, Sebastian’s shape. Every time you would try to take a picture of him he would always move, blurring the picture. There was something humorous about how you warned him about the flash, he knew about the flash, even accepted his fate, yet still got completely scared when the flash happened. Maybe you should actually use your phone instead of a Polaroid camera and just print the picture when you leave for your short vacation.

But then an idea sparked within you.

A picture! A picture of the outside world!

That is what Painter will find interesting!

You got up from your chair in a haste, almost tripping on your way to open the door to your office and completely sprinting to your living quarters. A lot of your co-workers turned their head’s at your direction and asked what you were doing but you didn’t stop for them.

Getting to your room, you realised you got there in record time as you tried to catch your breath opening your door.

The moment the mechanised door opened you went to your drawer, opening it to get out a box.

Immediately you started looking in it, the box was filled with pictures that you took of the outside world. Places you’ve visited, places you like. They were normally for Sebastian as he was the one that wanted to know as he was never allowed to go outside. It was thanks to him that you started having physical copies of these things.

Moving more pictures around you found those memorable postcards, some that were from places you’ve visited. Some were even vintage that you found in one of those old shops and were just a complete steal!

Though nothing really caught your eye, you wanted something that felt unique, something different, yet you couldn’t really pinpoint as to what.

You scratched your head, leaning back on the floor as you took a deep breath. It was hard to choose.

Yet one postcard fell from the rest. A picture of your hometown. It was an older picture, being one that someone in your family gave you.

You held it in your hands… maybe… maybe this one is the one.

Standing back up you left your jacket, grabbing your notebook and pens as usual, stuffing the picture in between your notebook for easier carrying.

And so you made your way back into where Painter was stored hastily. This time. This is the time you’re sure to get a better reaction than last time.

You used your ID to enter the research lab that was studying Painter from the outside (among other things), walking through directly, you had a mission and you will do it.

The leader of the team saw you and walked directly at you. “Ah, I see you’re back.” Your co-worker looked at you a bit disapprovingly noticing your coat missing. “Don’t you think that’s a bit unprofessional.”

“Believe me that others have been telling me the same thing.” You sighed, “Not only is this for research reasons, so don’t question it, but I have to speak with Z-779 right now.”

Your co-worker raised a brow at you. “And for what?”

“I have an idea.”

They only sighed as they quickly notified the other researchers that you were going to enter Painter’s room.

For the time it took them to command a group to make sure you were being oversought, you guessed that it must have been a slow day. Perhaps seeing you suddenly was the most action any of them got in the day.

“I’m going to try to pause its mining for a bit.” You started.

“I’m sorry? I thought you were supposed to-”

“Trust me. I have an idea and if it works Z-779 might even work more effectively.” If Painter was interested in your picture then maybe this is exactly the reward that it can receive.

Though the moment the door opened to Painter, you suddenly felt doubt. Maybe you should’ve brought more pictures knowing you had so many.

“Hey, it’s me again.” You greeted the computer, sitting down in front of it as you’ve done the last times you saw it.

“And here I thought I would be free of you.” It spoke, you were surprised it answered so quickly. Even if it was just to insult you.

“I wanted to thank you.” You started, putting a small pause as you breath in. “I decided to start going in these things without my coat and the others have been responding quite positively.”

Painter didn’t respond so you took it as a sign to continue. “My coworkers don’t like it much but my friend says that I looked more approachable.” You knew Painter wasn’t stupid, but perhaps calling the other subjects your “friends” would make it easier. You then leaned back on the chair. “So thanks for the advice.”

“... whatever.”

You didn’t expect a response from it. But the response was nice nonetheless.

You settled your notebook down on the table, opening it to where you left the picture. A slightly nervous sigh escaping you as you wondered if this would even work.

“I actually had a surprise for you,” you started, “oh and you can pause on mining crypto for a bit they gave me the go-ahead.”

You thought of mentioning that in case Painter would stop but alas, it didn’t bother. You’re not even sure if the promise of a surprise peaked its interest.

“Can you turn on the webcam for a second? I promise I won’t be long.”

Painter instead changed his screen to show its face. His face was in complete disappointment as you continued. It didn’t speak, just stared at you. You took it as your sign to continue (and hopefully that it is watching).

“I know you love sceneries and as much as I want to take you up outside, I can’t.” You sighed. “But, I thought maybe seeing at least something might make you happy so…”

You pulled out the image from your notebook, showing it directly to Painter right in front of the camera.

You noticed it’s eyes widened, mouth dropping slightly.

“It’s a picture from my home, passed down to me.” You paused, wondering how to phrase it to make it even more attractive. You wanted to make it something a computer would find interesting yet nothing really came to mind except, “it means a lot to me.”

You almost wanted to ask “what did this picture mean to you” as you’ve done before with other subjects with those typical black and white shaped “illustrations”. But instead you stayed silent, letting the Painter look at it thoroughly.

After a while, you explained the actual place to it, the name of the place, what it meant to you, where the picture came from, etc. You kept the picture still in the webcam’s framing, or at least you hoped so, simply moving to the side to be able to see the picture as you pointed at some parts of it.

The Painter looked intently. “Can I…” It paused, “can I draw it?”

You never thought you would hear the computer hesitate, his voice completely different to how it was earlier with its snarky remarks.

“Yeah!” You smiled at it. “That’s exactly why I showed it to you!”

Painter’s face turned into a smile as you started seeing a sketch already on the computer’s drawing program.

You were surprised to see him actually draw in front of you. It was actually sketching the scene down. You had read in his document that it drew akin to an actual human artist but you didn’t think it would even do the foundations of the piece.

Painter even would move parts around, sometimes maybe even pondering as it would undo some of his strokes.

It was… incredibly impressive to see it happen in front of you. It felt like you were watching one of those speedpaints only that it was completely live.

Though, your arm was starting to get sore from holding the picture. “Hey, do you still need me to hold the picture in frame?”

Painter paused for a second. “No.” He said quickly. “I think I know how it is now.”

You nodded briefly, putting the picture down back into your notebook. Flipping to another page as you picked up your pen writing down your current findings.

Painter was completely concentrated in his drawing, not even noticing when you closed the notebook and got up from your seat.

“Feel free to continue into the night,” you started, “good night.”

A simple farewell that Painter didn’t respond to. You didn’t expect an answer, just like last time. But at least this time, you think the Painter is in a lot better mood than the last times you spoke.

Leaving the room, one of the scientists approached you exasperated. “What in the world are you doing?”

“Letting the Painter paint.” A simple answer left your lips as you put a hand on your hip. “My theory is that if we let Z-779 do what it does best, in theory it should have a better work ethic.”

“You are talking about a computer.”

“Did you never see those studies of employers treating their employees better which raised their work ethic?” You sighed, a dead panned expression on your face. “We are dealing with a computer who has personality, why not try it. Come on, it's just for a bit.”

The scientist only let out a disapproving sigh, but in the end didn’t complain more. You’re lucky Urbanshade gives you a bit of wiggle room with your job, it felt nice to be able to convince the other scientists that they had to treat the subject a different way because what they were doing wasn’t helping it.

You just hoped that your theory could work, not only because your job is constantly on the line because of your theories that could always crash and burn, but also for the sake of Painter.

[masoncarr2244]