#Loading docks

[sagent-of-chaos]

the sky is more beautiful in december

[robertpallesen]

Facade, Portland, OR © Robert Pallesen

[streetmatt]

Loading dock.

By Matti Merilaid.

[coldgoldlazarus]

It's unfair how these backgrounds are so gorgeous, but I can't go explore them...

[warning-heckboop]

I got almost to the very end of the true ending of sotm last night but then the game crashed and I was too tired to redo what I lost then so now I'm thirty minutes into my work day staring at the clock and willing it to go faster so I can start playing again

[orphiceonian]

drew johnny silverhand in a woolworths uniform bc I fucking hate him (affectionate)

[spikes-got-anger-issues]

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[honkowo]

interesting experience i had leaving the shopping center carpark today

(no collisions or anything dw mr truck guy went around fine but FUCKKK HE GOT CLOOOOOOSE)

[prudentfolly]

Day Six - Memory

A younger Prudence sits outside the Skysteel Manufactory on a much-needed smoke break.

[sagent-of-chaos]

this is a bad idea disguised as a good one

[streetmatt]

Loading docks.

By Matti Merilaid.

[viridianv0id]

my little silly pressure oc Asher!

convicted of 5 counts of arson causing a total of 29 deaths and theyre just a totally normal guy!!

their pronouns are they/them

also i made my own reaction image

yes i know the name is wrong this is FOR MEEEE

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

While she’s still under his control, there’s still a part, somewhere, that isn’t.

And while she’s wandering the Pizzaplex for other reasons, Vanny also has the idea to potentially find the Princess Quest games herself.

Although, Glitchtrap keeps choosing to move them. He’s just doing it because he can.

[orphiceonian]

role swap! Johnny x V wip

“I’m not you Johnny.” She spoke, voice coated the strange electric hum that came with being an engram on a decaying chip, “I’m not—I wasn’t—a legend, had no importance to them. They made me an engram to show the world what they do to people that oppose em.”

“Had to fuck them over pretty good for them to preserve you like this.” Johnny hummed and glanced over at her glitching form.

V’s physical appearance was buggy—courtesy of the shattered chip currently residing in his neck. Thin blue shards of glitching energy prickled off her skin, distorting her ever so slightly. If she stood near a light source—neon or natural—it would filter through her. The streams of light passing through her ghost-like form as if she wasn’t there—which technically she wasn’t.

He had a sinking suspicion that Arasaka had somehow altered her appearance before jamming her on the relic. The V before him didn’t look like someone who had just gone up against a mega corp with guns blazing.

From the way Rogue had described it, V hadn’t gone down without a fight. And yet the version before him was scrubbed clean of any blood or grime. Perfectly presentable to the masses as a shining example of what a corporate terrorist looked like.

She wore sturdy boots and strong weave pants with a cyberdeck clipped to the chunky belt around her waist. Her shirt was deep charcoal with a faded decal splashed across the front.

Perhaps most egregious of all was her jacket. Worn brown leather with patches adorning the sleeve and a hand painted Samurai crest emblazoned on the back of it.

He had said some choice words about the jacket and how it was just his luck that he got stuck with a groupie in his head.

(She had also said some choice words back at him.)

“It’s not preservation, it’s penance.” V muttered, gaze falling on him.

[trylobite]

started my archivist internship today :p