#Talking Simulator

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael learns of Henry and William’s FNAF lore..

[constellama]

The Magnus Archives Dashboard Simulator

🕷️ arachnophobia-incarnate Follow

Oh my god oomfies you’ll never believe what I just found

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📚 jonathan-sims Follow

HELP THERES A DOG ON MY DESK???

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🫖 poet-tea Follow

HELP I JUST LET MY DOG INTO MY BOSS’S OFFICE??

📚 jonathan-sims Follow

LITERALLY WHO ARE YOU

🛶 timtimothy Follow

LMAOOOOO

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🪱 residentwormgirl Follow

I think there’s a wasp’s nest in my attic. I’m gonna go check it out.

🪱 residentwormgirl Follow

Do you hear that

🪱 residentwormgirl Follow

This is kind of a bop actually

☕️ ihavenohotcocoa Follow

op? op are you ok

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🎭 reliable-down-to-earth-nerd Follow

going on a date tomorrow! 😀

🛶 timtimothy Follow

haha what.

🛶 timtimothy Follow

can you repeat that op

🛶 timtimothy Follow

op?

🛶 timtimothy Follow

op can you repeat that

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👁️ bouchard-elias Follow

I love my job. Everything just goes according to plan exactly how I want it to.

📖 bookluvr Follow

Hi

👁️ bouchard-elias Follow

hey sorry for this but you wouldn’t happen to have seen a lead pipe lying around would you?

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🤡 notmyvoicebox Follow

does anyone have any skin? For no reason whatsoever of course. Like if you just have it lying around. Out of use.

🌀 funhousemirrorman Follow

why do you need skin

🤡 notmyvoicebox Follow

wouldn’t you like to know, door boy

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🐺 detective-daisy Follow

is there wifi down here

⚰️ wakelyupwhenimdead Follow

no

🐺 detective-daisy Follow

HELLO?? HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME??

📚 jonathan-sims Follow

I CAN! I CAN HEAR YOU

🐺 detective-daisy Follow

Oh. You.

📚 jonathan-sims Follow

What. What does that mean

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👓 reliable-down-to-earth-nerd Follow

I can sense a promotion coming soon I’m so excited !!!

👓 reliable-down-to-earth-nerd Follow

are you SERIOUS

🛶 timtimothy Follow

I’m going to kill that old man with my bare hands HOW DARE HE DO THIS TO YOU QUEEN

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👤 averagescarehater Follow

WHYYY IS THE SKY LOOKING AT MEEEE

📚 jonathan-sims Follow

my bad

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[solarstranger]

a/n. haven't written something as self-indulgent and self ship-coded as this in a while. been feeling worse than usual lately, and i've since identified one of the reasons for that being the graduation season looming over me :') as someone who can't finish uni because of my chronic illness, seeing my next batch of friends go and graduate is definitely a bittersweet experience that never stops being bittersweet, and is also something that i can't easily talk about with people in my life who are not going through the same thing. so i figured, why not write about it instead? i hope you enjoy this! (1.0k)

“and then i’m gonna go to the mall in a bit,” you finish, looking up from your laptop just in time to see bakugou walk towards your desk with a cup of coffee in hand, eyebrow raised in question.

“i’m gonna buy my friend her gifts,” you explain when he doesn’t say anything, opting to stand idly across from you instead. “you know, the one who’s graduating tomorrow?”

“yeah, i know the one,” he nods curtly, then: “you don’t want me to come with you?”

you hesitate for a moment before opening your mouth to say something, although by the time that you do, it’s already too late—bakugou has already gotten the message.

“i get it,” he nods again, toying with the little dynamight plushie you have by your clock. “you want your alone time.”

“it’s not that,” you start, half-lying, “i’m gonna go to some make-up stores and you’re gonna get bored.”

“i don’t get bored looking at you try stuff,” he corrects you without missing a beat, before taking a cautious sip of his beverage. “besides, you like having me around while you shop, remember? i scare away the sales ladies so that you get to browse in peace.”

“yeah, well—”

“it’s okay, dumbass,” bakugou huffs, the way he always does when he’s getting a bit exasperated. “you don’t have to pretend or some shit.”

“i’m not pretending,” you attest stubbornly, and when he only tosses you a knowing look: “ish.”

at that, bakugou snorts, reaching over to snap your laptop closed. you look up at him, your face contorted in a way that says, ‘what gives?’

the ash-blonde only shakes his head, before rounding your table and taking you by the wrist. you begrudgingly let yourself be pulled by him and into your living room, where he plops you down in your two-seater couch right next to him.

“talk,” he commands as soon as you’re face to face.

you frown. “i don’t have anything i want to say.”

“you look like you’re gonna implode,” bakugou retorts, leaning over to place his mug on the coffee table. “your therapy appointment’s not until tomorrow.”

“don’t remind me,” you grumble.

“well, someone’s got to,” he sighs, “or else you’re just gonna keep thinking until you’re gonna go crazy.”

“too late,” you quip, wringing your hands together, “i think i already have.”

“is it the graduation season?” bakugou asks instead, tone careful. you blanch at the inquiry, although you manage to school your expression quickly enough not to give yourself away.

and when you don’t say anything: “because if it is, then you’ve got to tell me. so that i can counter whatever bullshit your brain’s telling you.”

“it’s not that,” you shake your head, gaze downcast, “well—i mean, it kinda is. but it’s not the whole thing.”

“then, tell me the whole thing.”

“i’m tired, katsuki.”

“then talk to me tired. you don’t have to enunciate or make your voice loud or some shit,” he counters, and as if to further drive home his point, scoots over until your thighs and shoulders are touching before taking your hand in his and placing it on his lap.

“there,” he declares, satisfied, “now, talk.”

you sigh, letting him play with your hand. “what do you want me to talk about?”

“whatever you want. for example, how you feel about seeing your friends graduate.”

“i’m happy for them,” you immediately answer.

“but?”

you turn your head to look at him, frowning. “does there have to be a ‘but’?”

“no,” he responds calmly, massaging your palm, “but i can tell there’s something else.”

“what, like me being envious of them?”

bakugou grunts. “your words, not mine.”

“i’m not envious,” you retort defensively, angry that he’s wielding your words against you, although that anger quickly dissipates into exhaustion. “at least, i think i’m way past that.”

“where are you, then? if not at that point?”

“i don’t know,” you say lowly, shrugging lightly. “i guess i’ve stopped dreaming about what it’s like to finish my degree.”

you pause for a second, letting that sink in.

then, you bump your shoulder with his. “you’re disappointed, aren’t you?”

at that, bakugou whips to look at you, offense etched all across his sharp features. “hah?”

you lean back, chuckling dryly at your wisecrack. “you’re disappointed your girlfriend might be a dropout forever.”

“oh, fuck off, y/n.”

that makes you bark out a laugh, while bakugou’s scowl only deepens.

“stop it,” he demands when you don’t stop laughing, quaking in your mirth. “i said stop it, y/n.”

“i know, i know,” you cackle, “i’m sorry.”

“you’ve gotta stop talking shit about yourself like that,” he gripes when you finally manage to put a lid on your laughter, muscled arms crossed petulantly in front of his broad chest.

“i’m not,” you argue, smiling. “i’m just telling the truth.”

“yeah, well, fuck that,” he spews, shooting you a dirty look. “my girlfriend’s the smartest woman i know, so it doesn’t fucking matter if she finishes college or not.”

“why, thank you,” you laugh again, “although your insulting tone kinda juxtaposes the very nature of your statement.”

“and you’re just further proving my statement by using fancy words such as juxtaposition,” he rebuts, side-eye viciously unrelenting.

“you’re serious, though?” you find yourself asking after the air falls into a lull, with neither of you uttering a word.

bakugou glances at you, still frowning. “serious about what?”

“that you think i’m the smartest woman you know.”

“not only the smartest woman, dumbass,” he huffs again, shaking his head. “smartest person.”

“okay, now you’re just gassing me up.”

“i’m just telling the truth,” he shrugs, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “and you better fucking believe it.”

“i honestly don’t think i can,” you say truthfully, before flashing him a shy smile anyway. “but i’ll try.”

“you better,” he spits aggressively, before, muttering under his breath so softly you barely miss it: “…the fucking prettiest, too.”

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[drthrvn]

i think Warhorse should release a patch that allows you to kiss Hans whenever you want after finishing the main storyline btw. i mean like BG3 style animation. i think this would heal me as a person

[rosykims]

i genuinely love love love the iconoclast path in rogue trader SO MUCH. its one of the things that ultimately enamors me to the warhammer franchise as a whole despite empathy being so antithetical to its world and genre. its not just because iconoclast is the Nice Person route or because it subverts the foundational principle that In The Grim Dark Universe There Is Only War............ but mostly i love it because its the best way to actually engage w the morality system presented in 40k and explore it the way it deserves to be explored. its so unique parsing through the choices of the game and navigating how one might actually ACHIEVE goodness through - or more accurately without - the lens of liberal modern morality. because adhering to what we presently would call morality is arguably crueler than some of the dogmatic choices - or at least the game wants you to reflect on that and decide if that kind of morality still has value or not. and i like that they give you the opportunity to do that. youre rarely rewarded for kindness in this game and in fact your oftentimes actively punished for it (void shadows was a TRIAL for my iconoclast rt) which presents another question: are you being good because of a reward you believe you'lll be entitled to, or are you being good for the sake of goodness itself??? in saying that i do LOVE how there IS payoff in the iconoclast route eventually - when youve bleed and suffered for it enough. but theres a quality to it thats so..... so BITTERSWEET, because yippee you Empathed your way to the top - but also what IS the top?? congratulations, you are the kindest autocrat in the most bloodthirsty fascist regime in human history, sitting on your throne on a voidship run by all your slaves and serfs who die by the hundreds every time you make a warpjump for some dumbass sidequest. what the fuck. can you actually call that goodness ????? is whatever goodness-adjacent thing youve achieved worth it even if you cant change the system in the ways that matter ??? lastly - the iconoclast ending is both so wildly universe-altering to the point of feeling like a heretical ending - but also kind of. not mattering really lol. because even though its hopeful, the "good" ending still feels soooo tentative with the likelihood that its very likely not going to last. but that in itself is my favorite take away from playing this game as The Last Good Guy in the Galaxy: because the love DIDNT change anything. and it DOESNT save anyone. but ohhhhhhhhh my fucking god does it absolutely matter that it was there.

[i-like-forcefem]

At a certain point the hardest part of forcefem is managing the supply chain so all the girls you forcefemmed and all they girls they forcefemmed all have enough Estrogen

At this point it’d be cheaper to hire some puppy girls paid in headpats and E to build a new factory!

[aartemus]

Lasso tool portraits. I think they’re a funny semi-competent bureau-buddy duo.

[silly-chiyo]

I need to draw more

so…imma start by using bases and drawing characters for them! You can give me suggestions if you like!(don’t expect to be done like immediately, will take up to months)

[symurgist]

carapace cross hrt

[faux-big-bro]

Big brother getting really stoned and telling you why the Tim Burton version of Sweeney Todd sucked ass, because he cast two non-musical singers for the two leads, and Johnny fucking piece of shit Depp bitched out of the necessary melodrama for the role, he's just dour, and Helena Bonham "I'm defending the queen trandphoic bigot in jkr" Carter just wasn't a trained singer at all, and they act like we're supposed to be amazed by her performance? Jesus fucking christ, these assholes need to listen to Angela Lansbury- yeah, baby, Mrs. Potts, exactly- because she fucking killed the role. Oh, and they cut the chorus songs, too- you know there's the shot with what's his name, Giles from Buffy, he gets killed during the Johanna reprise? Yeah, he was supposed to be part of this chorus that narrates- attend the tale of-

Fuck, fuck, god, fuck, little brat, stop struggling, fuck, I'm gonna cum, just fucking take it, stupid bitch, your big brother has to fucking cum, god, fucking gag on it, gag and I'll pinch your nose shut, fuck, you're such a dumb little whore, you fall for this every time and your throat feels so fucking good when you panic, shit, it's like my cock gets harder and thicker when I'm reminded what a broken fucking naive little cunt you still are, of course you need your big brother to take care of you, you're just a pathetic waste without me, at least now you're my tight little fleshlight, fuck, little sister, you can breathe when I cum, you can breathe when I cum, you can breathe when your big brother finishes raping this load of cum down your throat, dumb cunt, fuck, you're gagging so hard, you're gonna- fuck, big brother's cumming, oh shiiit , sugar, don't you dare lose a drop, bitch or you'll wake up bleeding from some place less romantic, fuck, little sister, you're big brother's best cocksleeve, custom shaped to this cock-

Fuck, fuuuuck, okay, yeah, just keep gasping for air, fuck. God. Well, hey, at least you're better at self-cleaning than a real fleshlight, right? Fuck, okay, what was I- right! No, okay, but why get the rights to a fucking musical if they don't want to actually make it a musical and take away half of what makes it worthwhile? I mean, at least if they're gonna do that shit to something like Cats, that has the side benefit of pissing off Andrew Lloyd memorial pool Weber. Yeah, finish sucking up the rest of your mess off my cock. Bur seriously, Sondheim doesn't deserve the disrespect...

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike is suspicious of Lefty…

[yelrabmena]

It will forever be funny to me that listening to Henry's super secret tape and seeing his art of furries in FFPS straight up makes him send you to be lobotomized. like firing this man isn't enough i need him LOBOTOMIZED

[superbat-lmao]

The Justice League, on their way back from a deep space mission that was incredibly successful, received a distress signal from a galaxy they’re passing through.

As they investigate, they learn that a colony of a planet has been wiped out. Completely.

Slowly they piece together that there is some being out there that had been terrorizing planets, starting with colonies and then eventually going after larger settlements and home planets.

The League also learns they are not the first people to learn of this foe, or try to come up with a solution to stop them.

The colony they are inspecting has researchers on it that had fled or escaped from other planets where they piled together all they knew about their enemy, and in an attempt to sift through the mountains of data they had collected, created a device.

If a person was connected to the device, they would mentally experience the number of years required to process the data and come up with an attack plan in seconds. What the researchers had needed was time, so they created it.

As the League pieces this together, Superman sees that there is a being approaching the remnants of the colony and the defense system alerts the “remaining colonists” of the imminent threat. Their failsafe boots up and takes the nearest person, in this case, Batman, who had been studying some of its programming, and activates.

The rest of the team didn’t have a chance to react before Batman blinks and is in motion, setting up machines and dictating code without lifting a finger.

There is no fight, because after the two seconds Bruce was in the machine he was a flurry of motion and the enemy was contained.

They ask him how long had passed for him in the machine. It takes him a full minute to respond.

“150 years.”

[mercyluvsyouuu]

"I can fix her"

[googleplaysore]

[estebunny]

esteban ocon on pizza toppings and simulator work at maranello

via The Athletic & David Paro