#division 47

[kamiiri]

As Ripp downed glass after glass, he realized that he couldn’t get Johnny out of his head. His father’s story was making less sense the more he thought about it. How could Johnny have been “exposed to poisonous extraterrestrial plantlife”? Why was he outside of his room in the first place?

Ripp remembered when Jill escaped from the Smiths’s quarters, and she’d disappeared afterwards in a similar way. Although she’d eventually returned, Ripp couldn’t help but notice that she never quite had the same look in her eyes again. He suspected that the scientists were doing more with the subjects than they let on, but when he brought his concerns to the general, he’d been brushed off.

[evignonita]

“Vidcund sold Tycho to the Dudes in Black so they would fund his secret project.”

When you sell your nephew to the Dudes in Black to finance your experiments, but the division janitor betrays you to your brother shortly before returning home.

it was supposed to be a redraw of a meme, but i decided it would be a more elaborate drawing yeaa

[mrsbeaker]

Bruhhh I want to add more options..but 10 is max..

Like I had to add Tycho curious and the dudes in black..

[pooshineh]

Division 47 p.1

We get to kick ass and also to finally move one with one last boytoy lover, Lazlo Curious.

[rurpleplayssims]

Division 47 - Lab Building 🧪

‘Ground’ Floor - includes the entrance lobby, toilets, recreational room and small kitchen. There are no beds in this block as the majority of scientists who work here, commute to and from the base.

The Lab 

This is the main laboratory area. I know it’s not as big as the PSP game (but those rooms were far too big!). I’ve incorporated the greenhouse area, which is Vidcund’s main area of study. 

There is another basement level which is the secret sublevel but I’ve not done anything with it yet, so I’ve not got a picture for you. It’s the same floor space and has access to the stairs and lift.

[chrisnewbie]

“Hey, it’s me. How much longer do we have to wait here?”

...

“I’m not sure how much longer we have until--”

...

“One more day. Fine.”

[thedestinysunknown]

The Sims 2 - Division 47:

“The previous areas had a good amount of The Sims references and characters, but this whole area is literally Strangetown, but with some changes. Half of the missions are ok, but the other half is quite interesting. It’s a good level before you visit the final location.”

PS: the gameplay used for this gifset is not mine. The original video belongs to the user: quietman, on Youtube.

[simsdrymming]

Division 47-Round 1

Winnie: I think the Smiths want nothing to fo with us at this point. What with the failed setup that General Grunt had set up…

Sten: We need another plan; another way to get the perfect specimen for our work. It’s not like any of the already present aliens here would WILLINGLY volunteer…

Winnie: That’s why we need to get a younger specimen. One with no will of their own…

Sten: How exactly do you plan on going around that?

Winnie: By getting one of us abducted and impregnated of course!

Sten: That sounds absolutely brilliant Winnie, you’ve outdone yourself!

Winnie: i think with Cristian’s eager to please nature, he’d be the perfect volunteer; not to mention his genes would help breed a gentle beast.

Red: Cristian, you’ve been acting rather strange lately. And you missed work. Plumbob Inc wouldn’t like it if they knew. I covered for you best i could but i need to know what’s going on…

Cristian: Nothing’s wrong Red..

Red: Just because I’m the new guy with less experience doesn’t mean you could hide stuff from me. I know about the Alien obsession crap going on in base. I know our jobs are just a ploy for the town fools. But i need to know more!!

Cristian: All in due time Red… Sten needs to be the one to tell you. You still need to earn his trust by climbing a few ranks…

Red: This doesn’t explain to me your absence or why you’re constantly wiping that toilet clean. You smell like detergent, Mate!

Cristian: (Sigh) I cant-

Red: Then I’ll figure out this shit on my own!

Red: Officer Jane! Wait up!

Jane: What’s up Red, everything alright?

Red: All’s great. I wanted to congratulate you and Officer Clint on the new relationship progression. Hope that’s going well?

Jane: it is…?Red: You guys wouldn’t be planning on getting married or anything anytimr soon right?Jane: What?Red: you know? The next step? And kids? I don’t know how tolerant Sten would be on that but…

Jane: No Red, we don’t have any of that on our horizons anytime soon. We have way too much going on here right now to consider it!

Red: What do you mean? All we do is run tests on the environment and water for pollution while trying to maintain a garden house with as little water as possible in hopes of restoring some greenery in this desert-land.

Jane: And you expect me to believe you believe that Red? Clever ploy you got there. You almost got me. Except you didn’t really. If you want some information try not being so awkward and out of place to begin with?

Red: I hate being left in the dark!!

Jane: my parents always thought I’d end up unemployed with a rent so high i’d come back begging them for help and money! you know, being raised by militants and all.. they wanted me to be a militant housewife… train at dawn and cook at noon. Dressing up in little dresses and shoving dolls in my hands to play house. Hell no. I razed those dolls’ hair off and made them my hostages!!

Clint laughs at that.

Clint: that sounds pretty brutal! Why not shave off your hair now that you’re free of their control?

Jane: Too girly? Maybe i should?Clint: I’m joking! I love your hair. It smells like jasmines.

That’s when Jane pulled him in for a kiss

Winnie: WHAT is going on in here? Hiding away in the research storage rooms. You officers are expected to be on Patrol!! You know how important the next few months are about to turn out!

Jane: General Winnie! We were just…

Winnie: going off to patrol i hope! I don’t want to see you two slacking off! You know just how easily i can have you two relocated!

Clint: General Winnie i don’t think the situation warrants-

Winnie: Don’t tell me what to say or do Officer Heckler! I say, you do! What you teo do in your free time is of your own accord. But i don’t want to see any of you sneaking around getting doe-eyed on the job! Capicce?

Clint and Jane: Yes ma’am!

Jane: Damn General Chester is being more uptight than usual…

Clint: Jane, you know how important this operation we’re setting up is.

Jane: Speaking of, has Red tried pestering you about the whole Cristian situation?Clint: No…?

Jane: He’s getting real sus. I don’t know how well he would take Sten picking Cristian over him. I mean he’s new but still…

Clint: I think it’s none of our business and if anyone is listening in on us right now we’d be in major trouble…

Jane: HAHAHA- major… ouh sorry!

Jane: Excuse me? Did nobody tell you that red is the worst color to wear at a military base? Might as well be walking around with a bull’s eye on yout torso!

Kimberly: Excuse me?

Jane: Who are you anyway and what are you doing in this room. It’s off limits. Officers only!

Kimberly: I’m the new mechanic. Lots of machines with so little maintenance. Sten hired me.

Jane: Did he now? And did he tell you nothing of the dress code?Kimberly: not from what i could recall… if you have a problem with it i suggest you take it up with him… Janet. You ARE Janet right?

Jane: How… how did you know that?

Kimberly: Well i read you guy’s résumés of course! To get a glimpse on who everyone at the base is. I know what we’re running here and i needed some extra help putting everyone in place up here. (Points to head)

Jane: Well Kimberly, i guess you don’t need the help settling in or getting a tour now

Jane knew she won that exchange when Kimberly looked at loss for words and looked outside to see Sten coming in from work.Maybe she hadn’t won this round.

Winnie: Kimberly! You seem to have settled quite nicely. How was the road up here? Not too hard i hope?

Kimberly: Strangetown IS hard to get to i must admit… Who’s this?

Winnie: This is Red Sands. He’s one of our scientists. He will be showing you around the lab tomorrow. Showing you where your desk will be and what tasks you’ll be working on.

Kimberly: He looks awfully deep in slumber…

Winnie: Well Red is a little too nosy. We had to put him to sleep by force. We can’t have him being insomniac and tired when there’s work to be done!

Jane: … right

The time for the baby to be born had arrived. Cristian was over the moon nervous about it. But it seemed so smooth. The creature seemed to find its way out of Cristian with little effort.

It was only when he held the helpless being in his arms and with his knowledge driven comrades cheering him on in the background did he realise this baby was too soft and vulnerable. And it was only for a split second that he thought: What had i done? 

But it was too late.

[rainymoodlet]

these eyes? all the better to see you with, my dear.

these fangs? all the better to taste you with, my dear.

[casposters]

Landing zone Hueys and Chinooks

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

(After an interregnum because I'm tired...)

Daily Random Headcanon About My Byaichi Fanfiction:

25. The Sixth Squad oversees the Prefecture of Kyoto.

The Thirteenth oversees the Tokyo Metropolitan Prefecture.

The Eleventh oversees Hokkaido.

[kamiiri]

“You have got to stop antagonizing them, Chloe,” the black-haired woman said, shaking her head with disapproval. “That’s what got us locked in this stupid room in the first place.”

“Oh, shut up. They deserve it.” her sister replied.

Two years ago, the Curious twins were detained shortly after their father’s family. PT9 had fathered Chloe and Lola during his days as a pollination technician, and though he wasn’t able to be present during their early childhoods, they’d grown close after his spaceship crash made his visit to this planet permanent. When the military showed up on the Smith family’s doorstep, Johnny, their half-brother, sent them a quick text before his phone was destroyed. His message was clear: Get out of Strangetown NOW. But it was already too late.

Now they were stuck there.

Usually, like the Smiths, they had their own room, complete with beds as soft as rocks and fridges stocked full of food void of nutrients. But Chloe’s running mouth had sealed them in solitary confinement.

[bovinomicon]

setting up my post Sims 2 psp save with my protag and turned around for two seconds and my bf had killed off buck and saved my damn game.

[usnatarchives]

Beyond the Stars: Mae Jemison’s Odyssey ✨

Happy Black History Month!

This Black History Month, we spotlight the extraordinary life of Dr. Mae Jemison, the first African American woman to travel in space. Born on October 17, 1956, in Decatur, Alabama, and raised in Chicago, Illinois, Jemison’s journey into the stars is a testament to the power of dreams and determination.

From an early age, Jemison showed a keen interest in science and space, but noticed the absence of women astronauts. She pursued her passion relentlessly, earning a B.S. in Chemical Engineering from Stanford University and an M.D. from Cornell Medical College. Before joining NASA, Jemison was a general practitioner and served in the Peace Corps in Sierra Leone and Liberia, where she managed health care for other volunteers. In 1987, Jemison’s dream became reality when she was selected for NASA’s astronaut program. On September 12, 1992, aboard the Space Shuttle Endeavor on mission STS-47, Jemison became the first African American woman to travel in space, serving as a mission specialist. During her eight-day mission, she conducted experiments on weightlessness and motion sickness, contributing valuable data to the field.

Jemison’s honors include induction into the National Women’s Hall of Fame, the National Medical Association Hall of Fame, and the Texas Science Hall of Fame, among others. Her story is not just one of breaking barriers in space exploration, but also of inspiring generations to pursue their dreams, regardless of birth and obstacles.

For more information on Mae Jemison’s groundbreaking journey and contributions to science and humanity, the National Archives holds numerous resources that illuminate the lives and achievements of African American pioneers:

[rurpleplayssims]

Clint: Have you seen General Sten today?

Jane: I believe he’s with General Winnie off base.

Clint: Are you fucking him?

[yesimwriting]

could maybe possibly do a blurb of farleigh being protective of bestfriend!reader like maybe someone was talking shit about her and before felix can even defend her farleighs beating him to it? idk if that makes sense but i love love LOVE your fics you’re SO GOOD at writing felix

this is the kind of thing farleigh would do by accident while drunk and then the reality of the situation would hit him so hard he'd decide to be sober for at least a week 😭

sidenote this was sooo fun to write omg

"Okay so it's--" Lacy (or Lizzie, or maybe even Lyla, Farleigh lost the girl's name at some point between between round 3 and 5) giggles as she squints at the tab. "It's--if we want to do an even split..."

She had been so happy to race to the bar when Felix first brought up leaving and continuing the night elsewhere. As if being the one to physically pick up the tab and hand over cash and cards to the clearly irritated bartender would cement her place, would make her a part of the night's inner workings.

The desperation had been so apparent that when Farleigh nudged your arm, you immediately whispered a sharp, "Stop it." You only react that strongly when you're already fighting for your life to keep your halo shiny.

"Hey." You extend the single syllable, voice hinting at a tipsiness that could explain your boldness. You're not exactly shy, but you tend to let the main group do as they please, content to do whatever as long as Felix is by your side. It's nauseating, but reliable.

"Do you mind if..." You trail off, lifting a hand to gesture towards the receipt. Lacy blinks, giving you a look that Farleigh's gotten used to. A subdued, jealous disdain.

Your ignorance would be endearing if this was some made for TV romcom. But it's not, so even though Farleigh knows that you mean your end of night comments that reek of insecurity because the new girls never like you, he'll still poke fun of you for it.

You let go of Felix's arm, walking forward until you're close enough to Lacy to read over her shoulder. You glance at the receipt, and then at the group. In less than a minute, you're announcing, "47 each."

Farleigh has been around you long enough to no longer be surprised. Tipsy division loses its shock value after awhile, and if Farleigh knows you well enough to no longer think twice about it, Felix definitely has no reason to be impressed. That doesn't stop Felix from beaming at you, expression truly lovesick. It's sweet enough to make Farleigh's stomach ache.

"A genius," Felix breathes, extending his arm as far as he can without falling off his stool, "My girl's a genius."

You try to glare, but there's too much softness in the look. "Am not." A response that could technically apply to the 'my girl' part as much as the 'genius' part. There's a hopeful beat in which the girls that aren't used to competing with you for Felix's attention seem to be waiting for a clarification that never comes.

Farleigh's lingering nausea is slightly alleviated by Lacy's pout. She must think that the praise and Felix's undivided attention should be hers. That they would be, if it wasn't for your interference. The thought feels laughable. Felix would have just as easily paid off the entire tab to avoid a frustrating debate. He isn't complimenting the solution, he's complementing you.

Felix pulls your hand towards you, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. "Next round's to you."

What's left of Lacy's mask of indifference crumbles. She glares briefly before remembering her place.

"Next round's somewhere else." You manage the correction through a soft giggle. "You wanted to go, remember?"

Felix blinks twice before nodding. Farleigh has a feeling that Felix's quick concession is more a result of his cousin's faith in you than his own memory. "Yeah, we're going..."

"To Austen's place, I think." Felix tugs on your arm, his attention more focused on squeezing your hand between both of his than actually figuring out what he's moving the group for. "It's closer to campus, he promised you weed."

Felix nods again, this time the motion a little more assured. He pulls on your arm gently. You laugh. "Lex."

"What?" The question is a halfhearted attempt at feigning innocence. Felix's free hand finds your other forearm. "Come here."

"Wait." Despite your protests, you do nothing to escape his grasp. "I have to--I have to go to the bathroom before we leave."

Felix frowns. Farleigh resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Y'want me to go with you? Show you where it is?"

"I'm okay," you mumble, voice sweet and slow as honey, "Stay here, figure out the cash thing. I'll be right back." Carefully, you untangle yourself from Felix's hold. "You have my purse, right?"

Felix lifts the small bag off his lap, a genuine hint of pride coloring his expression. The two of you get more unbearable by the day. "You need it?"

"No, but you can take out my wallet so no one has to wait for me to get back."

Okay, Farleigh actually has to roll his eyes at that. It's a routine that you insist on, trying to pay even though it's clear that Felix would rather you not even attempt to touch a wallet. That's what makes the least sense about you, Felix lets you get away with not giving him what he wants.

"It'll be settled by the time you get back."

Your eyes narrow at his wording. "That doesn't sound like--"

"Lovie, go before we leave you here."

An empty threat. Felix would sooner lose the group than abandon you for a second. You roll your eyes, but seem to accept defeat. "You're impossible."

Farleigh smiles to himself before you can disappear into the crowd, "Kept woman, are we?"

You flip him off without looking back. The joke is typical. The topic would be cruel if you couldn't afford to keep up, but you're from enough money to sustain your own nightlife. You're not from a wealth that equals the Cattons, but the father you're always hesitant to mention works in finance. Farleigh doesn't have the details, but it's clear that you're comfortable enough to not need Felix's charity. Unlike Oliver.

"Was it just me or was that '47' a little...?"

To Lacy's credit, she's smart enough to realize that openly insulting you would only alienate Felix, so instead of embracing the clumsiness of her friend's comment, she brushes a strand of hair off her shoulder. "She's nice," she hums, "A little loud, but nice."

"Loud as in her voice or what she's wearing?"

Vultures picking at bones, too ravenous to consider tact. They'll attack whatever they can think of in an attempt to cope with the fact that you're the one with Felix wrapped around your finger. Farleigh knows that's all it is, and yet it digs at him.

Your outfits, your uncertainty in certain social situations. Those are all fair shots, fair comments for Farleigh to make.

"Clara," Lacy mumbles, an attempt at virtue signaling.

"No," the patience in Felix's voice seems to drain them of their good humor, "Answer the question. Explain what you meant."

Lacy laughs once, the sound awkward and strained. Her uncertainty is oddly gratifying. "Oh, nothing, really." She tilts her head, eyes innocent yet alluring as she stares at Felix. "She's sweet, really Felix, I like her. She's darling." The last sentence is said the same way one would to describe a puppy. "But she--she's not like us." Lacy takes a step forward. "C'mon Felix, you know what I mean."

"No, I don't."

"Lacy means," Farleigh's own voice surprises him, "That she's the kind of girl you actually go home with, and Lacy isn't."

Wow. Okay, technically true because you do go home with Felix, it just--accuracy feels like the least important part of what just came out of his mouth. Farleigh can't tell who's more shocked--Lacy and her gaping friend, Felix, or himself. Did he--did he just defend you of all people?

He blinks. You, the voice of reason that's always willing to point out when gossip crosses the line between catty and cruel, who maintains a 4.0 without trying, who paints their nails bright colors, who scrapbooks. That's who Farleigh stood up for?

This could be the rockbottom alcoholics always talk about.

"Lizzie," her friend begins sharply, "I think our--our friend's waving us over."

With that, Lizzie-not-Lacy and her friend abandon their places by the bar in favor of the anonymity of the center of the bar. Farleigh's too distracted by self disgust to note their expressions.

Felix steps towards him awkwardly, eyes unable to meet his. "That was--uh, good of you, mate."

Farleigh lets Felix's praise have its usual affects for a brief moment, embracing the warmth as Felix throws an arm around his shoulders. Then, reality hits Farleigh all over again. One word about this, and you'll be making him a friendship bracelet. "If you tell her about this, I'm telling her about how you didn't shut up about her all of Christmas break."

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