I Love All Of This. Every Single Bit Of It-

Fuck, I love stoner sniper so much

Hey Engie. If 5+2= -7, and we take into account how many animals there are on the 2nd star to ever exist in the history of Dinosaurs, how many times has Jupiter exploded into the sun?

Engineer: What.. is all'a this..?

Sniper: [leans over his shoulder to read] Sounds like the kinda shit I'd come up with after one bong rip too many.

Engineer: I swear if I find out you've been sendin' me these letters..

Sniper: An' I'd be just as surprised as you would be. When I hotbox the camper, I don't remember half the shit that goes on for damn near the next week.

This is such a mood

Should I be sleeping more? Well if P03's not gonna sleep than I'm not gonna sl- *falls asleep at ungodly morning hour and misses the bus.*

they just made a new law of robotics that all robots must be kissed and cuddled and loved

Since I've been seeing this more often on the tf2 related tags, if you ship spy and scout together, I want nothing to do with you, that's incest and it's disgusting, thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

OOOO, THAT'S SUCH A GOOD THEORY-

"Golly from Inscryption Act 3 is who P03 used to be before he transitioned. That's why he hates the Golly boss, it's like being deadnamed for him," I type, then instantly delete the text. The world isn't ready for the Trans!P03 theory I have. Instead, I type, "What if Golly was who P03 was before being corrupted by the Old_Data?"

He would-

Please consider P03 being a Zen main in Overwatch.

Please consider that he doesn't shut up on the mic and calls out every single harmony/discord orb he uses.

And please PLEASE consider that he calls his ult "the great transcendence"

So true-

All of it-

P03 propaganda:

"Got that rizz, also possibly trans"

"He's mean, he's rude, a fucking asshole and doesn't even notice those traits are fully human and keeps doing it. He's a scrimblo, a tsundere with a PC head. Constantly dehumanized by his equals, but "of course it would be dehumanized, it's a robot, right?". WRONG. FUCKING WRONG. GOD DAMN IT."

"Jackass with a really cool evil plan reveal. also he got turned into a stoat and stoats are cute"

"Initially met as the Stoat, P03 quickly becomes the player’s reluctant ally… until they manage to break free of Leshy’s death-addled card game. From there, it becomes more than clear that P03 has its own agenda: a game of its own design to continue the infinite feud between itself and its fellow Scrybes (and to upload the game to the internet so its reign over Inscryption can continue ad Infinitum—never mind the dark secrets that lurk beneath the cartridge). He claims to only be interested in game mechanics, criticizing the others for their focus on aesthetics and cohesion, but he also includes cowboy characters with elaborate backstories in his game for no reason… so he’s just as full of shit as the other Scrybes."

"hes just a guy. mean mean man who is so real (robot). hes also gay and divorced and spiteful and my grandpa. yea"

"absolute loser. sad wet cat of a robot. he thinks he's the stuff but I could throw a cup of water at him and he would scream and also probably cry. also got turned into a stoat once what a nerd."

Oh- 😳

soup soup heyy !! i have a humble request for you :)

yknow that one prompt you did where the reader go flustered by the narrator degrading them? can you do something like that, but the narrator praises them instead? like he compliments them on how well they listen and how obedient they are and reader is blushing and stuff and narrator gets worried before realizing what was actually going on.

Anyway have a wonderful day !!! You deserve it!!!

Narrator and a reader who gets flustered by compliments

The narrator was quite pleased, having selected you as his protagonist. You’re so obedient, so willing to listen to orders and do as you’re told. 

He always comments on what his protagonists get up to, and you’re no exception. It’s your tenth consecutive run through the freedom ending. The narrator is swelling with pride and affection. Finally, someone gets the story he was trying to tell.

You deserve a reward. The narrator can’t give you anything physical, but he can compliment you.

“I must say, reader, you’re doing quite wonderfully. You were an excellent choice, to make the star of my story.”

You freeze in your tracks for a moment, and fight the flustered feeling that was trilling inside of you. Letting out a shy, “Thank you.” You continue on your way, trying to ignore the hammering of your heart.

The narrator wonders. That wasn’t quite the reaction he had anticipated. Sure, gratitude was a given, he gave you a lot to be thankful for. But your sudden shyness… That was very interesting. He decides he must do it one more time.

“Ah, you’ve made the correct choice yet again. Well done. I’m very pleased with your ability to follow directions.”

You haven’t recovered from the last compliment. You barely suppress a squeak that rises threateningly in your throat. Heat is rising to your face, and you keep your eyes firmly locked on the floor.

The narrator grins. He doesn’t quite know what’s happening, but it’s very entertaining. He hasn’t spotted your face yet, and hasn’t made the connection.

He presses himself slightly closer to the mic, voice dropping a bit. “You’re a good hero, reader. Very good indeed.”

Your legs start to shake, you lean against the wall for support. You let out an odd noise, somewhere between a whine and a splutter. The narrator gets a good look at your face. 

“Wait, why is your face red? Are you getting sick? Why didn’t you say any-” It’s clicked. 

Aha. It seems the narrator has found one of your secret buttons. His smile turns wicked. “Oh dear me, what a fascinating discovery. You like being complimented, don’t you, reader? Does it send a thrill through you, to know that my words hold power over you?”

Your face is red enough to direct traffic at a junction. The narrator presses his advantage. “It’s a very interesting system, isn’t it?” His voice is in just the right position. “You know… Rewards and punishments? It seems I know how to motivate you now. Not that you ever needed motivation. You’ve always been so obedient for me.”

You bury your head in your hands. Your life was practically over now. He knew what made you tick. There was no coming back from it.    

I WOULD LOVE TO

GREETINGS MARKIPLIER FANS

if I made an ego mansion group rp on discord would anyone be interested in joining ? 👀

This is so canon-

Context: a friend o' mine made the Scrybes in sims 4, and for whatever reason, Leshy would get up in the middle of the night to just... watch P03 as he slept.

Shoulda locked your door gamer