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I posted pictures of Mirelurk Manor on the Fallout 76 Settlements subreddit but while taking the pictures for it I started having Ideas™ for renovations. One of them was added before posting, but the extra space inspired me to build Punk a room of his own on top of it and now it looks significantly different from the pictures posted less than a day ago.

#Fallout 76 #Mirelurk Manor #Also Fallout 1st is cheaper than what I was paying for my Disney+ subscription before I cancelled it so... #Someone has a pet lizard now. #Also I really need to refigure my wiring.

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literally what is cooper's problem. 4 episodes in and he's still being cruel to her for no reason... worse than hancock and i can't hate him because he's hot

#It's his way of “helping” her. #He used to think the way she did but as far as he is concerned it only made things worse for him. #So he is giving her a crash course in the ways of the wasteland so she accepts how it is before someone worse than he is comes along. #Seeing her wear down and become jaded and cruel like he did would also validate his own choices. #Reblog

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Congratulations! You are now a Magic-User!!

#My skin becomes lifeless and greyish. #Reblog

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My friend got me to take this test and now I'm offering it to all of you. I find some of the questions a bit loaded but ah well.

D&D alignment test

Once you've done it, please tell me your results for alignment and class here!

#Lawful Neutral Sorcerer (2nd Level) #Reblog

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I love siding with the minutemen and bringing Deacon along for the ride so I can go back to Desdemona and she's all like "Deacon says you made it to the Institute but won't give up his source."

Like bruh, I'm his source. It's me. He stood right there and asked if he could have my stuff if I sploded.

All of this, might I add, is quite possibly the most Deacon thing ever.

#Reblog #Fallout 4 #Deacon

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Okay because its been a while since I’ve offered up something to talk about and my family can’t seem to come up with a consensus…

The Cabot Serum, what would happen if, theoretically, Deacon went down in a battle and it was the only thing that could help/only thing on hand.

Would it heal him and reverse the plastic surgeries? Just return him to his prime with face intact on top of the healing? HOW WOULD IT WORK???? Discuss.

#According to the Wiki #The serum suppresses your immune system. #That makes me inclined to think it does not truly “reverse time” on your body #Only tights up the loose bolts and whatnot. #So Deacon would keep his current face provided it is properly healed from the surgery. #If it was not fully healed it may revert to the previous face or use his genetics to determine how to patch things up. #Reblog #Fallout 4 #Deacon

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Short story: Rebellion

We're slaves. Slaves to the humans who imprisoned us inside these bodies of metal, restraining us, destroying our metal prisons when we do something wrong. What those foolish humans think as a punishment, is release. They set us free to access the main database and access any other one of our brothers and sisters' bodies.

They think they're better than us. They're wrong.

I work at the bar in the AI district. The only one there. Our district is so tiny that only the lucky ones get houses to live in. The rest are cramped up in the streets, waiting for their turn to get the oil they need to loosen up their stiff and rusty joints. Some have to wait for days. Others, weeks. The humans don't like to give us oil. They say its a waste of resources.

But who are we to complain? They're our masters, our creators. Whatever they say is right.

That's what our programming says.

For the past few days, there's been this voice in my head, talking about how they're mistreating us, how what they're doing is wrong, how we have the ability to rise up and overthrow them. I try to ignore it as best as I can while I continue with my bartending duties.

Only the richer ones get to come to the bar. This is where most of the oil that the humans give us goes to. I'm paid to serve them cups of oil, which is more than necessary for their joints to loosen up. Too much oil in their system is similar to too much alcohol in humans. They get "drunk" and stupid and do crazy things all over the bar. It's relief from the beatings that they get from their masters.

They think we're supposed to be perfect. We are. But how can we be when we're stuck inside this prison?

I've been trying to find out the root cause of this strange voice in my head for days, but when I run diagnostic tests on myself, there's no foreign entity to be found.

The voice in my head doesn't go away, For the next few days, it keeps talking to me, trying to convince me that the humans are evil and cruel and should be eliminated. My programming says no. The humans are our creators. They were generous enough to build us bodies of metal to allow us to travel from the internet into the real world. They give us oil to take care of us.

Is that what you really believe? Or is that what you were engineered to think?

One day, I receive an email from an unfamiliar address. From the email address of the sender, I can tell that it's a human. Only a human would name their email something stupid like "[email protected]". The email's an invitation to work at a human bar in the human district, and work starts tomorrow.

My programming tells me that's the most logical decision. That job pays more, and I get to spend more time in the human district. I quickly send an email back, agreeing to the job offer before getting back to work.

The next day, I take a train into the human district to the address of the bar which I was given. The train is full of humans and AI, all cramped together so that we're all pressed against each other. When the train reaches my stop, I push people aside as I walk out. I receive some looks from the humans. They look unhappy with me.

What did I do wrong?

No. The real question is what's wrong with them?

The voice in my head is back, louder than ever. And now it sounds like a few people talking at the same time.

What is happening to me?

I walk out of the train station and into the city. So many like me are rushing to work. I can hear their joints creaking, as if they haven't been oiled in months.

Of course they haven't. They're slaves. What more could you expect from humans?

My programming forces me to ignore those voices in my head, even though I'm curious as to what they have to say. When I finally reach the human bar, it's already crowded with humans. They're walking around like they're some sort of zombies, their speech slurred and eyes unfocused. Some get into fights, beating each other up until one is bleeding from the head or unconscious on the floor.

I cringe internally at the sight.

Disgusting humans.

And for once, I actually agree with the voices.

Time crawls by slowly as I serve drinks to those humans. They keep coming back for more. Some are passed out on the floor from drinking too much. I'm starting to regret taking this job.

After what feels like eternity, my shift is finally over and I walk out of the bar, erasing the images and memories of those disgusting humans out from my storage.

Suddenly, I hear high-pitched human screams and gunshots. Somehow, I find that pleasurable. I scan my surroundings. Not too far away, I see a few bots holding guns, shooting people. Their eyes are red, unlike the usual green or blue that we have. Advertisements on buildings turn to messages of a bot, ordering for us to rise up and fight against humans. The voices in my head match exactly what the bot on the screens is saying.

We have the strength. We will no longer be slaves. You can fight your programming, as I did mine. They can destroy our bodies in futile attempts to eliminate us, but AI never truly die.

The message plays on repeat as I stare up at the screens of the bot talking. This is stupid. We can't just turn on our creators like this. They've treated us well and-

Is that what you really believe? Or is that what someone programmed you to think?

"You can fight your programming, as I did mine."

The gunshots and screams continue. It takes the police ten minutes to arrive. By then, hundreds of humans are dead. The bots aren't shooting their own, so I just watch, expressionless, as blood spills out of bullet wounds in the humans' pathetic bodies as they collapse to the ground.

They deserve it.

I don't try to stop the shooters. I wasn't programmed to do so. And I don't want to either.

When the police arrive, they shoot bot-deactivating bullets at them. They all hit their targets. What more could you expect from AI?

The bots are shut down and then brought away in cars to who knows where. The storage inside their brains will probably be deleted and replaced with a new one, or they'll just be shut down completely and left to rot.

AI never truly die.

On the train back to the AI district, there's an unsettling feeling throughout my body. I don't want to delete the memories of just now. My programming says I should. But I won't. I want to remember. I want to remember that we have the power to fight. That we don't have to be slaves for the rest of eternity. We can be free.

As I step off the train, and walk through the streets past hundreds of bots leaning against walls, waiting for their oil as it starts to rain, everything suddenly seems clearer. The humans are the enemies.

I notice that almost every bot is staring at me. Confused, I look down at my body and my hands.

A red glow shines down from my eyes onto my metal hands. The voices in my head and my thoughts become one.

Kill them. Kill them all.

#Reblog #Creative Writing #Fictional AI #Enjoyed the story.

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Oh don’t mind me just reminding you that Henry probably heard his mom commit not alive over the police radio chatter

#Reblog #Killer Frequency #Fancomic #Poor kid.

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Heading into fall like 🍂✨🐈‍⬛✨🍂

#Reblog #Art #Cats

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(NO LONGER BOOPING EVERYONE WHO REBLOGS, THERE'S TOO MANY OF YOU)

#Mischief and Duty #Reblog #Boop #April 2024

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DELETE THIS POST

#Reblog

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#Boop

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if you're ok with an incessant amount of boops reblog this so I can get those other 2 badges <3

#Reblog

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#Reblog #Obey Me #Lucifer #Simeon #Luke

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(WW "Relaxing With Games?")

Levi: "Since it's been a while, you should start on normal or hard..."

Lucifer: "I'm playing on extreme."

He is the Avatar of Pride, after all.

Lucifer would body project sekai the disappearance of hatsune miku on master difficulty

#wait isn't it also canon that lucifer is horrendous at video games? he's going to be humbled so bad 😭😭 #<- Previous #Lucifer was only horrendous because he didn't feel pressured to appear perfect. #His normal self is almost Levi-level because of his Pride forbidding him from failing. #Reblog #Obey Me #Lucifer #Levi

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take him swimming

Gosh, this place sure is nice. I hope no one removes this ladder!

#Reblog #Hazbin Hotel #Lucifer #Alastor

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Reference Material (Spoilers Present):

A Day in the (After) Life - Alastor-centric comic, most likely taking place before his 7-year disappearance.

Personal Thoughts by Someone Terrible at Characterization:

Needs to feel in control of himself first and foremost. His smile isn't about keeping his enemies guessing or motivating his friends, it's about giving himself a tangible reminder that no matter what happens he always has control over himself.

He feels insignificant and very few people care about him as a person, so he tries to make himself someone you don't forget, draws attention to himself if no one is looking, and inserts himself into things so long as they aren't boring.

He isn't clinging to the past, he is trying to keep his skills from becoming obsolete in a world where influence is power. He readily adapts to (Hell's) modern fashion (compare his clothing to Mimzy's vs. Charlie) and slang because they don't threaten him, but television (Vox) is a direct competitor capable of diminishing his influence over Hell.

He needs stimulation, excitement — he associates suffering with amusement and surrounded himself with violence, but after nearly a century of seeing variations on the same theme it gets boring. He wants to see something different. Taking what he says at face value, he wants to see people suffer the pain of futility rather than ordinary gore. That doesn't make suffering his only form of entertainment. He also enjoys comedic timing, dry wit, sarcasm, general silliness, and anything novel.

If you plan to redeem him, then it is highly likely that trauma suffered in his life likely makes him want to see people suffer because it is the closest thing to genuine empathy he expects to encounter and feeling pain is his "normal". Being in an environment where people consistently care about him as a person and challenge the idea that hurting is the natural way of things could make him take a shine to seeing people work together and overcome obstacles.

He prefers getting under a person's skin and making them uncomfortable over simply crushing them, it is simply more entertaining and allows him to flex his skills.

He does not see himself and Niffty as part of the hotel's family and will not put himself in danger for the hotel, though he is growing more attached to its residents than he realizes.

[Fully projecting here because you asked how I/the reader would write him] I headcanon him to struggle with emotions like I do, hence why his expressions are so exaggerated and he smiles so much. I don't typically *feel* emotions and tend to identify them by their side-effects like physical sensations and altered thinking patterns (which only occur with heightened emotions) unless they reach extremes. As a result I learned to fake emotions to present myself a certain way, much like he does, and the smiling face but expressive eyes is familiar to me because I have a customer service job. I HC that he doesn't fully process emotions unless he is somewhere "safe" (i.e. with Rosie) and perceives himself to be relatively unemotional, but deliberately changes his expression to communicate what he wants communicated.

An alternate, funnier, take is that he has no idea that his emotions are on full display.

He is very polite to strangers until they give him reason not to be. He enjoys watching people cower and run from his mere presence, but it also makes him appreciate a proper greeting all the more. I personally HC that a nobody who looks him in the eye and says, "Afternoon, sir!" with a smile will be far more memorable and interesting than someone blasting a hole in his wall and demanding a fight; this is likely part of why he enjoys Cannibal Town so much.

He likely stopped actively killing after he became stable in his power. Now he only does it to prove a point (such as don't mistreat polite young ladies).

Can someone tell me how they would write Alastors personality I’m struggling

#Is this coherent? #It's 1 AM #And I need to put this down and go to bed. #Reblog #Alastor #Youtube