#Destruction Simulator

[dzthenerd490]

File: Destroy all Humans

SCP#: AGN

Code Name: Crypto the Furon

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AGN has been locked within a 6x6 meter containment cell at Site-AH. Only his most basic needs have been met to ensure survival such as a food dispenser, a single mattress, and a small but private bathroom. Four 360-degree cameras are placed in the four corners of the ceiling to ensure there are no blind spots besides the bathroom SCP-AGN can exploit. Every time a repair to his food dispenser or personal bathroom needs to be made the room is to be flooded with knockout gas designed to only work on SCP-AGN. Afterwards a Foundation repair man escorted by an AFA-3 unit armed with a baton is to go into the room and perform repairs within 8 hours before the effects wear off. SCP-AGN has been given a collar made of Telekill to prevent him from utilizing his psychic powers. Though despite this the gas protocol regarding SCP-AGN is to still be utilized and SCP-AGN is not to be underestimated in any way. 

SCP-AGN-Gun has been entrusted to the armory of Mobile Task Force Omega-45 "Street Samurai". Furthermore SCP-AGN-Ship has been given to MTF Omega-45 to help supply the newly established "Sky" Division. Though until such utilization has been approved by either the O5 Council or Foundation Administrative Staff, it is to be kept in the custody of the Department of Transportation and Machinery. 

Description: SCP-AGN is a member of Species of Interest: The Grey, more specifically the subspecies known as the Furon's. Just like the original species of the Greys SCP-AGN has a fragile body but is in possession of advanced technology and psychic abilities. SCP-AGN can naturally read minds, levitate objects, hypnotize any organism, and even rip them apart with his mind. He stands about 4 feet tall and has blueish grey skin with a skinny body but a large head measuring almost a foot in diameter. Unfortunately, like most of his kind, SCP-AGN is extremely hostile to all other forms of life, regarding them as experiments at best and target practice at worst. Of course, psychic powers alone can't achieve much so the Furons rely on their advanced technology to ensure the job is done. Unfortunately, SCP-AGN has such technology in the form of a gun and a ship. 

SCP-AGN-Gun is SCP-AGN's go to weapon and quite possibly the common weapon for all military Furons. Its original mode is merely an electric gun that can fire a straight arch of lightning at a target easily filling them with thousands of volts per second. Though there are other modes that can be implemented as well as upgrades to current modes. SCP-AGN-Gun seems to be formed by a type of cybernetic programable matter allowing the gun to shift into the correct shape depending on what it is programed to do. 

Currently the Foundation is only in possession of four such mods, this includes: The Zapper, Disintegration Gun, The Probe, and Ion Grenade Launcher. The Zapper as described before is an electric arch gun capable of hitting one or arching between multiple people to fry them with electric lightning. The Disintegration Gun is a cannon gun capable of blasting large orbs of concentrated and burning energy. This energy is so hot, upon contact the target will immediately be disintegrated especially if the target is human. Metal burns quite easily as well with stronger metals like Titanium and Tungsten being the only ones that can withstand more than one blast. The Probe is a vile gun that shoots a strange liquid into a person making their insides rupture until their head explodes leaving their brain to fall out. Then there is the Ion Grenade Launcher which as the name implies shoots out an ion grenade. These Ion Grenades are thankfully small in range but as the name implies contain atomic energy within. Those caught in the 1-meter explosion will be instantly disintegrated. 

These four weapon modes are the only ones known to exist to the Foundation, however it's quite possible there are hundreds upon thousands of different modes available to the rest of the Furons. The technology of the gun shows that not only is it made of programable matter that can change shape at will but there are conductors that both relay the programed orders to the programable matter for absolute perfection in shape but also conduct energy through the matter ensuring it can fire the different projectiles that it does. This means the possibilities for SCP-AGN-Gun is quite literally endless. The same could be a possibility for SCP-AGN-Ship. 

SCP-AGN-Ship is a flying saucer which is the stereotypical shape of ships for Species of Interest: The Grey's. It is capable of flying in space, traveling at a 1,000 km per hour, and has a natural tractor beam that can levitate the driver in or be used to capture or even imprison any target. The tractor beam also has a conversion mode allowing it to transform large pieces of mass into Furon tech or ammunition. 

Like SCP-AGN-Gun, SCP-AGN-Ship has a programable weapon system that is in possession of different modes. There are three modes known as: The Death Ray, Sonic Boom Cannon, and the Quantum Deconstructor. The Death Ray as the name implies is a ray of energy that extends a half foot long in diameter and burns anywhere between 1,000 to 2,000 degrees Celsius. The Sonic Boon is a cannon that blasts a sonic wave capable of making organic life explode, bending and breaking metal, ripping entire structures apart, and even causing earthquakes if multiple shots are fired into the ground. The Quantum Deconstructor is quite possibly the most dangerous weapon in the Furon arsenal and possibly the world. The QD has the ability to blast a bubble capable of expanding to 20 to 30 meters. With this bubble, the chemical bonds of molecules will break, separating the atoms and quite easily disintegrating everything within the bubble. The bubble will also dissipate energy, almost destroying it which by all laws of psychics is supposed to be impossible. Under Foundation authority the SCP-AGN-Data relating to the programing of the Quantum Deconstructor has been removed. 

SCP-AGN-Data are data chips created with Furon technology that allows either SCP-AGN-Gun, SCP-AGN-Ship, and possibly other Furon technology to know what form to take. These chips are programed with the instructions to give the machines with the programable matter. without the data chips SCP-AGN-Gun and other Furon technology would not be able to change into the different modes and unleashed their devastating power. 

SCP-AGN was discovered in 1959 when he crashed into a rocket ship carrying a space probe for PENTAGRAM. They captured SCP-AGN but accidently killed it leading to him being cloned back on Furon and that clone coming to earth. Thankfully since the Foundation now knew about the first one, Mobile Task Force Apollo-1 was able to anticipate the second one and shoot it down. It landed on Mars this time hence why it was sent to Site-AH. 

However, SCP-AGQ-Gun and SCP-AGQ-Ship were taken to be utilized by Mobile Task Force Omega-45 "Street Samurai". It's actually thanks to SCP-AGQ that an air division for MTF Omega-45 was ever even considered. It was also thanks to SCP-ALF that we were able to understand the technology in the first place. Apparently the Melmacians and the Furons had a war several centuries ago thought SCP-ALF refused to elaborate further than that. 

SCP-AGN personality has been shown to be arrogant, egotistic, and quite dumb at times. Though SCP-AGN is smarter than the average human he does still make mistakes often by thinking violence and overwhelming destruction is the be all end all. SCP-AGN is not being put on any list for the Anomalous Employment Division or the Department of Strategic Redemption due to his bad personality. However, Foundation staff including SCP-ALF himself likes to go to Site-AH to talk to or make fun of SCP-AGN every so often. It's been considered quite therapeutic to those that have had horrible encounters with Species of Interest: The Greys so the Ethics Commitee has allowed it to continue.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[manyminded]

guys you don’t understand we are SO LUCKY rich cheese isn’t in game. Imagine she had a DEAD DAUGHTER (+bonus sprite edit of baby rich cheese!)

[retrocgads]

UK 1998

[immobiliter]

me trying to figure out a hsr verse for garrus involves trying very hard to link up the dots so that his story still makes coherent sense-

worked for the ipc for years within their security department

clashed over their bureaucracy and internal politics, became a galaxy ranger, gathered a team like he does in canon. they all died because of sidonis' betrayal, rip

him cutting ties with the ipc likely means there's a price on his head because they are not as forgiving as c-sec

still comes from palaven, this planet will now just have to exist in the hsr universe

meanwhile, me figuring out herta's mass effect verse just involves me going she's an eccentric billionaire who owns a research space station that orbits earth and did i mention she's insane

[hellbornhitman]

I decided to make a Satisfying simulation

(I think it turned out pretty good.)

[aaternum]

cyberpunk verse stuff:

ryu is the daughter of an executive that works for arasaka. ryu was his only living family after the death of his wife and son, and naturally he is overprotective of his daughter.

he primarily dealt with arasaka's dirty work and took part in their acquisition of the soulkiller. because he did a lot of dirt, he had a lot of targets on his back, thus making ryu a target by association. after screwing over maelstrom (a gang in night-city) in a trade. they exacted revenge by finding and killing ryu on her 24th birthday in their home.

distraught and unwilling to let go, he uploads ryu's consciousness, and memories (called an engram) to soulkiller. the issue with uploading a dead persons' engram is they're glitched in a way. parts of them could be missing or incomplete.

arasaka, of course, is not happy to find out her father used their tech without permission and kills him off. but they have an opportunity for research with her engram.

over the years they pilot a project to revive her body/place her engram in replicas in order to use her for research purposes.

they find success in their methods, but she's still a working experiment.

ryu works as a spy/hitman for araska currently when under their influence (when her eyes shift in color; they're mostly in control and when they shift to teal shes in control).

they've convinced her she is doing 'good' work in the footsteps of her late father that was killed in a 'tragic accident'. she is thus forever indebted to them and believes anything they manipulate her into thinking. they have on occasion implanted false memories to help.

when she starts glitching or acting out of accordance, they will not hesitate to kill her and repeat the experiment. usually it occurs when she finds out what's happened to her or something triggers her. as of now she's died a total of 8 times including her real death. but they try to make that a last resort, as every death further shreds her psyche.

her implanted memories lead her to believe she's a ripperdoc assistant with arasaka and she takes on extra work part-time.

she does not know she's not technically alive and every time she dies she loses a bit of self. there are times she doesn't feel real or parts of her real memories that feel like memories come to her.

heavily inspired by the devils ending and the dream on quest.

[kittydragondraws]

solar smash leaves a bad taste in my mouth

murder is fine, planet wide genocide isn't

[freepalestinenews]

Nukemap : Visualiser l’impact dévastateur des explosions nucléaires

Le site Nukemap, développé par l’historien de la science Alex Wellerstein, permet aux utilisateurs de simuler les effets d’une explosion nucléaire dans n’importe quelle ville du monde. Cet outil interactif a pour objectif de sensibiliser le public aux conséquences catastrophiques de l’utilisation de ces armes de destruction massive, en montrant avec précision l’étendue des dégâts humains et…

[an-aussie-button-masher]

Breaking Good - Five Games That Scratch the Destructive Itch

   Some games are all about creation, building up the world and the people around you. These are not those games. Have you ever had the urge to just break something? Has a rough day got you feeling frustrated and needing an outlet? Don’t want to blow your actual house up, and are willing to settle for a virtual version? Try out these games! Here, you can tear apart everything from cars and buildings to entire cities and global populations without even getting out of your seat. Get ready to channel all those destructive urges into this handful of games all about the art of annihilation. Read on to break it down one game at a time - enjoy!

Besiege    Good news! Someone has entrusted you with the construction of medieval siege engines. A master architect like yourself must build deadly war machines to destroy your enemies - assuming your creations don’t accidentally just tear themselves apart the moment they start rolling. You have countless weapons and upgrades at your disposal - flamethrowers, saws, spikes, cannons, bombs, rockets, armour plating, and more. Manoeuvre around traps and the environment with steering (or just blindly flailing around) to launch attacks upon the panicking enemy forces, their camps, their castles, their own machines, and so on. There’s also plenty of “eh, that’s good enough” moments where the scorched remains of your construction just happen to flatten one last bit of the enemy camp to earn a technical victory. Finally, you can enter the unlimited-resource Sandbox mode to make some truly staggering behemoths that will bring everything in its path - including your PC - to its knees.

BeamNG.drive    Strictly speaking, this is merely a driving-themed physics simulation, with a handful of driving challenges for some more standard gameplay. Of course, we all know that “physics simulator” is just code for “how fast can I mangle this car?” Enter Beam.NG’s sandbox, and you’ll be able to answer that question and more with a wide-open playground, littered with obstacles, ramps, half-pipes, bot controls, gravity options, and everything you could need for all your automobile abuse. It’s a great way to spend some spare time answering all the important questions, such as: What happens when this hatchback is struck from all sides by five trucks accelerating at Mach 5? Which sports car fares better under Jupiter’s gravitational pull? How many lamp posts do I need to hit to peel this tour bus like a banana? The sky's the limit - literally, because I once propelled a limousine straight up like a rocket before it flattened against the map height limit like it was made of paper.

Plague Inc: Evolved    Global pandemics are the last thing anyone wants to dwell on at the moment, but there’s nothing wrong with enjoying a bit of virtual virus-spreading! In Plague Inc., you can pick your poison, choose where your patient zero appears, and let yourself feel like a cackling supervillain for a little while. Carefully select your methods of transmission to spread across the land, skies and seas around the globe before anyone realises what’s wrong, then hit them with the symptoms all at once and watch chaos unfold! It’s highly satisfying to watch those population numbers dwindle and the world turn red as newly-infected dots consume entire countries. Eventually, humanity tries to fight back and you’ll need to battle the world’s efforts to concoct a cure - no laboratory will be safe for long! In this game, you can wipe out the planet’s entire population with careful planning and ruthlessness, all from the safety of the digital screen - no need to wash your hands after playing with this particular plague.

Teardown    What’s this game about, you ask? It’s in the name - tearing everything down! Playing as a legally-questionable demolitionist, the player is hired to destroy buildings (and sometimes steal stuff from the rubble), then make a hasty getaway before police arrive. There are plenty of tools of destruction unlocked over the course of the game, from the reasonable (sledgehammers, welding torches, and so on) to the overkill (dynamite and other explosives, and even a shotgun). Use the tools of the trade to strategically - or randomly - knock out the load-bearing supports and watch as the entire mansion, shopping centre, docks, or whatever you’re demolishing crashes down and shatters into millions of little voxel bits. The modding community really cranks up the destruction to a whole new level: slice entire cities in half with a flick of the mouse, punch whale-sized holes through skyscrapers with giant cannons, or go full Majora’s Mask and flatten the whole place by bringing down the moon. Another job well done!

Goat Simulator    Behold, the original and definitive “mischievous wildlife enters city and causes problems on purpose” video game: Goat Simulator. Why is a goat so intent on trashing the town and bending the laws of physics to its will? Who knows? It’s a goat, it - and the player - can do what it wants. As you unleash your hoofed havoc across the unsuspecting town, you’ll discover unique hidden interactions that transform your goat and grant new abilities - flying majestically through the air, scaling skyscrapers with your stretchy tongue, or summoning demonic powers to drag every nearby loose prop (and pedestrian) towards you. The game truly embraces the hilarity of ragdoll physics; nobody in this game seems to have a cohesive skeleton as they flail about like a wet noodle at the slightest headbutt. In Goat Simulator 3 (yes, it’s so big they had to skip a second game), the goat is set loose on a brand-new sprawling map, now with friends in co-operative mayhem!

   Okay, put down the sledgehammer - that’s enough destruction for today. Unless, of course, you know any other games that might fit this list that you’d like to share; if so, feel free to let me know! Feedback, reblogs and likes are all much appreciated!   Thanks for reading!

An Aussie Button-Masher

[rosy-hollow]

So, it's basically canon that Pro Heroes come to assist heroes in training at UA, right?

Just imagine the horror the new generation of heroes would face when they realize that their opponent for training that day is none other than the Number Two Pro Hero, Dynamight.

It's a hero team vs villain simulation - a joint practice between both hero course classes - Katsuki basically has free range to destroy the mock city UA had built and the students had to prevent him from doing so, which was really just a waste of money because of the Pro Hero's already destructive tendencies.

He already had to regulate himself for Pro Hero work, so this was really just waving the reg flag in front of the bull.

Needless to say, they all got their asses kicked, all 40 of them. Whether it was due to falling debris or evading explosions, all of them were forced to wave their white flags eventually.

The students weren't so much in shock, they were in awe, of how a Pro Hero could be so powerful and intimidating, and well...badass.

Their main takeaway? Katsuki Bakugou was an impenetrable force to be reckoned with.

Or... at least for a few minutes.

You can imagine the shock on their faces when the grim and serious expression on Dynamight's face melts instantly when he hears a voice speak up behind him.

"Katsuki, if you keep frowning all the time, you're going to get wrinkles."

He turns around, a rare smile stretching across his face as he stares at you, his wife, like you're the only person in the world at that moment, like you're the only one that matters.

"Tch. I don't get wrinkle lines, woman. Yer just seein' things."Despite his slight harsh words, they're softer, somehow, and the happy twinkle in his eyes is unmistakable.

The students gape at each other. The Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou , in love? The same pro hero that was wreaking havoc and creating carnage in his wake was the same one now staring at his wife with a dopey grin and peppering kisses across your face.

"Katsuki!" You whine, but it looses its credibility as you start to laugh at his antics. "What's gotten into you, huh?" you ask, a little softer, so that only he could hear.

He looks at you, a soft look in his eyes as he kisses you gently and lovingly pulling away to admire your pretty face.

"M'just feeling sentimental I guess... We were probably their age when we started dating huh?" He says, referring to the students.

You snort, recalling the time when Katsuki first asked you out. "Aww...is my baby feeling sentimental? You were a dork back then."

Katsuki looks offended and his grumbles, nipping your jawline in annoyance."Oi. I was not a dork back then. If anything, Izuku was the dork."

You smile teasingly, kissing his nose, effectively shutting your explosive husband up.

"Is that so? Because I recall you had your All Might posters set up in chronological order of his costume eras."

Katsuki's ears turn red and his large hand wraps around the back of your hand, burying your face in his chest.

"Shaddup woman. Yer the one who fell for this dork in the first place."

You laugh, your voice muffled by his chest, but he can still hear you just fine. Looking up at him you smile.

"You may be a dork, but you're my dork."

The students watch is abosolute shock, mouth gaping open as they wonder how the hell you were able to render Katsuki Bakugou to the sappy man they saw in front of them.

A/N: on the repost grind this one is so cute hehe

[amirasainz]

The team principal reader x various is everything to me 😩 Can we get like Reader’s first day in the paddock? Like everyone’s looking at her and she’s totally oblivious to all this? And everyone’s tripping on their feet trying to make a good impression?

All Eyes on Her

The paddock had never been quieter.

Well—technically it wasn’t quiet. Reporters were still shouting, engineers were still hauling crates, team members still darted between garages like sparks of electricity. But somehow, when she walked in, the whole atmosphere paused. The sound remained, but every single soul stilled.

And the hush was caused by her.

Yn Yln.

McLaren’s brand-new, 22-year-old team principal. A figure of tabloid rumors and Twitter frenzy all winter long. Speculated, underestimated, doubted. Until now. Until this moment.

Because now she wasn’t just a press release or a blurry vacation photo from Monaco.

Now she was here.

And she was everything.

Her Louis Buitton heels clicked against the concrete like a countdown to impact. Precision. Confidence. Destruction. Her tailored navy McLaren blouse was half-tucked into high-waisted black trousers, cinched at the waist with a belt that screamed quiet luxury. In one hand, she held her iPad, glowing with race simulations and tire degradation charts. Over her eyes, her designer sunglasses reflected the shimmering desert light and the chaos around her.

And draped from her wrist like an afterthought? A matte Birkin bag the color of burnt caramel. Understated. Impossibly expensive.

Her expression was unreadable. Calculating. Focused. She didn’t spare a glance at the stunned faces gawking at her from every direction.

She just walked.

Oscar, halfway through his smoothie, choked on the straw.

“Is that—?”

“Yes,” Lando said before he could finish, voice low and reverent. “That’s her.”

Oscar’s eyes were wide. “She’s even cooler than in the Zoom meetings.”

“She’s not real,” Lando muttered. “We manifested her. There’s no way this is real.”

And then—just as Yn reached the McLaren hospitality unit—she lifted her sunglasses, saw them, and smiled.

A slow, warm, affectionate smile.

And both drivers nearly passed out on the spot.

“My drivers!” she called, voice like silk but with command woven into every syllable.

She walked up, heels sharp, bag swinging, and kissed each of them on both cheeks.

Lando was the first to fumble his words. “Uh—bonjour—hi—hey—bonjour again?”

Oscar’s brain shut off entirely.

Yn tilted her head and gave them both a fond look. “You’ve both been causing chaos without me, haven’t you?”

Lando blinked. “Only a little.”

Oscar finally found his voice. “We missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She smiled at both of them. ��Let’s win something this year, yeah?”

Both of them nodded in unison like puppies. “Yes. Yes, please. Let’s win everything.”

All around the paddock, eyes followed her.

Lewis, dressed in a sleek red Ferrari polo, had paused mid-interview. “Sorry, can you repeat that?” he asked the reporter, gaze still on Yn. “Bit distracted.”

The interviewer chuckled. “You’re not the only one.”

Lewis tilted his head as he watched her greet the engineers. “McLaren’s new principal?”

“Yup.”

Lewis gave a low, appreciative whistle. “They didn’t say she was a goddess.”

Carlos, freshly transferred to Williams, leaned against the pit wall and watched her breeze past. His jaw dropped slightly, arms folded, then quickly unfolded as he straightened up and smoothed his hair back.

Next to him, Alex gave a soft laugh. “You okay, man?”

“She hasn’t even looked at me,” Carlos whispered. “I need to walk past again.”

Alex raised a brow. “Didn’t you walk past her twice already?”

“She didn’t notice. I need to be more—Spanish.”

“Carlos, you are Spanish.”

“Exactly.”

Across the garage block, Kimi watched from the Mercedes hospitality unit, sipping his water bottle. His cheeks were flushed, his ears red.

“She’s… terrifyingly beautiful,” he mumbled.

George patted him on the back. “Welcome to F1.”

Yuki, standing outside the RB motorhome, had a full plate of snacks in hand and dropped all of them when she walked by.

“Shit!” he cried as fruit tumbled to the ground. He glanced up—and Yn was already ten meters ahead, her attention fully on her tablet, oblivious to the chaos in her wake.

Behind Yuki, Liam let out a low chuckle. “You good, mate?”

“No. I need to marry her.”

Ollie, the young Haas rookie, stood completely still, eyes wide, heart thumping.

He was so stunned, he didn’t even realize he’d walked into the side of the media pen structure.

“Oh my God,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. “I’m concussed. And in love.”

In the middle of a media scrum, Charles turned to see Yn stroll past in a flash of style and poise, her presence like gravity in human form.

He blinked.

“She’s—she’s my type.”

Pierre, standing next to him, looked mildly offended. “She’s everyone’s type.”

“I feel like I need to say something French around her,” Charles said, dreamily. “Like… baguette.”

Pierre rolled his eyes. “Just don’t embarrass us.”

Inside the McLaren garage, Yn had finally settled in front of the data screens. She’d already pointed out three flaws in the aero report and adjusted Oscar’s sim setup with a few flicks of her fingers.

Her team was completely under her spell.

And completely loyal.

One of the junior engineers whispered to another, “I’d walk barefoot through gravel if she asked.”

“Same.”

“She didn’t even look at Ferrari’s hospitality.”

“She doesn’t have to. Ferrari looked at her.”

Back on the pit lane, Lando and Oscar stood like two knights guarding a queen.

Oscar leaned toward Lando. “So how long until she realizes every driver is trying to impress her?”

“She won’t,” Lando said, eyes still following her movements. “She doesn’t see herself like that.”

“She called us her drivers,” Oscar said with a ridiculous grin.

“I know.” Lando grinned right back. “I’m never getting over that.”

That night, after the day’s chaos, she finally took off her heels and dropped onto the couch in the McLaren motorhome. Her Birkin rested beside her. Her sunglasses were off. Her feet ached. But she smiled.

“Good first day?” Lando asked, poking his head in.

She gave him a tired but genuine smile. “I didn’t fall on my face. That’s a win.”

Oscar stepped in with a smoothie. “You do know the entire paddock is obsessed with you, right?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Lando snorted. “No, seriously. It’s embarrassing. We saw Yuki drop his food. Carlos has walked by five times. Kimi spilled his water.”

Oscar handed her the smoothie. “Charles said ‘baguette’ at the sight of you.”

She laughed. Really laughed.

And they both fell a little harder.

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My requests are open for the principal reader!

[charseraph]

C&A is a neobotanics and nooscionics lab. In other words, they grow and train sophont AIs, “seedlets,” and design software and hardware to interface organic minds with digital systems.

It’s a small enough company to draw little suspicion, but credible enough to be contracted by big name operations (mainly military).

They accidentally trapped a person in a noospace, the “noosciocircus,” with Caine, a seedlet grown and owned by C&A. He’s a well meaning seedlet, tasked to keep the trapped person sane as C&A keeps their body alive as long as possible.

In an effort to recover the person from the inside, they sent in another only to trap them as well. Their cumulating mistake becomes harder to pull the plug on as it would kill both the trapped and Caine, an expensive investment who just also happens to be relaying immensely valuable nootic data from his ongoing simulation.

C&A continues to send agents to assist the trapped from within, each with relevant skills. They’re getting a bit desperate, since the pool of candidates is limited to those who work with C&A and would not draw too much attention if gone missing.

So, the noosciocircus becomes testing ground for lesser semiohazards.

Semiohazards are stimuli that trigger a destructive response in the minds of perceivers. Semiohazards can be encoded into any medium, but are generally easiest to encode into sights and air pressure sequences. The effect, “a mulekick,” can range in severity from temporarily disabled breathing, to seizure, to brain death.

Extreme amputations (“truncations”) occur when a trapped agent ingests a semiohazard that shuts off the brain’s recognition of some body part as its own. Sieving is a last resort to permanently mechanically support the life of the trapped. Thanks to modern advancements, this is cheap and sustainable. Those overexposed to the hazards become the abstracted and are considered lost. Their bodies are kept alive for archival.

Semiohazards being a current hotspot of discovery and design means C&A is sending in semiotic specialists alongside programmers. Ragatha was sent in to provide the trapped with nootic endurance training, but she underestimated the condition of the trapped. Gangle, too, was sent to help the trapped navigate their new nootic state, but her own dealt avatar clotheslined her progress. She wasn’t too stable entering to begin with, but C&A’s options are limited.

[queenpiranhadon]

So, it's basically canon that Pro Heroes come to assist heroes in training at UA, right?

Just imagine the horror the new generation of heroes would face when they realize that their opponent for training that day is none other than the Number Two Pro Hero, Dynamight.

It's a hero team vs villain simulation - a joint practice between both hero course classes - Katsuki basically has free range to destroy the mock city UA had built and the students had to prevent him from doing so, which was really just a waste of money because of the Pro Hero's already destructive tendencies.

He already had to regulate himself for Pro Hero work, so this was really just waving the reg flag in front of the bull.

Needless to say, they all got their asses kicked, all 40 of them. Whether it was due to falling debris or evading explosions, all of them were forced to wave their white flags eventually.

The students weren't so much in shock, they were in awe, of how a Pro Hero could be so powerful and intimidating, and well...badass.

Their main takeaway? Katsuki Bakugou was an impenetrable force to be reckoned with.

Or... at least for a few minutes.

You can imagine the shock on their faces when the grim and serious expression on Dynamight's face melts instantly when he hears a voice speak up behind him.

"Katsuki, if you keep frowning all the time, you're going to get wrinkles."

He turns around, a rare smile stretching across his face as he stares at you, his wife, like you're the only person in the world at that moment, like you're the only one that matters.

"Tch. I don't get wrinkle lines, woman. Yer just seein' things."Despite his slight harsh words, they're softer, somehow, and the happy twinkle in his eyes is unmistakable.

The students gape at each other. The Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou , in love? The same pro hero that was wreaking havoc and creating carnage in his wake was the same one now staring at his wife with a dopey grin and peppering kisses across your face.

"Katsuki!" You whine, but it looses its credibility as you start to laugh at his antics. "What's gotten into you, huh?" you ask, a little softer, so that only he could hear.

He looks at you, a soft look in his eyes as he kisses you gently and lovingly pulling away to admire your pretty face.

"M'just feeling sentimental I guess... We were probably their age when we started dating huh?" He says, referring to the students.

You snort, recalling the time when Katsuki first asked you out. "Aww...is my baby feeling sentimental? You were a dork back then."

Katsuki looks offended and his grumbles, nipping your jawline in annoyance."Oi. I was not a dork back then. If anything, Izuku was the dork."

You smile teasingly, kissing his nose, effectively shutting your explosive husband up.

"Is that so? Because I recall you had your All Might posters set up in chronological order of his costume eras."

Katsuki's ears turn red and his large hand wraps around the back of your hand, burying your face in his chest.

"Shaddup woman. Yer the one who fell for this dork in the first place."

You laugh, your voice muffled by his chest, but he can still hear you just fine. Looking up at him you smile.

"You may be a dork, but you're my dork."

The students watch is abosolute shock, mouth gaping open as they wonder how the hell you were able to render Katsuki Bakugou to the sappy man they saw in front of them.

A/N: He's so silly I love him 🥰

[xsumire]

SU Swarm IV, disruption level 3

Finally hit over 1 mil dmg on Kafka! ＼(≧▽≦)／

Buffs + Stats

[kamisamawashinda-tte]

the implication that lan the hunt thinks fuli the remembrance is going to die before nanook the destruction.... what is this mf even cooking anymore

[gachaparadise]

I got Dan Heng :) At the cost of everything I had to my name. I have less then a 100 jades left. But it was worth it for my friend <3

And of course who do you suppose I lost my 50/50 to along the way? If you guessed literally the only standard banner 5 star I have you'd be right! yippee!! (< seething)