#samau

[saltymongoose]

ohh my goodness. i've been waiting to send these until requests were open bc i wanted to hear ur thoughts.

might be a little silly, but consider: matching outfits. player gathers clothing materials!! and coordinates outfits one day on missions!!!! even makes props!!! hijinks ensue. idk if this had already been disscussed before, but thank you for your time and consideration, ily. you are so cool <<3333!!!!!!! everything you make is so scrumptious!!!!! <33

Omg, thank you, this is so nice of you!!! :D ❤❤❤❤ I love this art so much, you have no idea - the way you portray the boys here fits so well (as always lol). And the memes too omg!! I can't even put it into words to be honest with you, these are just excellent. I do feel slightly bad for that random grunt though, something tells me they'll be sleeping with one eye open after seeing that lmao.

(Also, thank you so much for the compliments too of course, you're far too kind. (˶⸃ ⴰ⸃˶)♡ I could say the same to you btw; your art is always just *chef's kiss* perfection.)

Anyhow, I've actually thought a bit about this scenario before, but this just inspired me, so I wrote some short hcs for you. Hope you like them! <3:

The Player Matches Outfits with Them ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned knew that you had been working on a little project - one that you tried to keep as secret as possible. He was curious, but not enough to encroach on whatever boundary you set regarding it. All he knew from your rather lackadaisical explanation was that he'd be very surprised when he saw. And, well, he was.

The first conscious thought in 2BDamned's head is the question of how you've managed to make a mask that looks so similar to his without borrowing the original. It's really spot on; the seams are in the exact same place, and even if yours has to have been configured differently to fit your more human facial features, the silhouette is exactly the same.

(In the end, he concludes that you simply must've studied his appearance for a while to truly replicate his mask, which makes him feel almost giddy in a way he might've deemed embarrassing before meeting you. But now he's just overcome with happiness that you were obviously interested enough in him to do this.)

He openly praises your skill in sewing, knowing that grunt clothing is ordinarily much too large for you. And you'd notice how the fondness he holds for you seeps into the words, his gaze lingering on you in a way that left you feeling warm.

If you could see underneath his own mask, you'd be able to see the smile he was unable to bite back as well, and the flush that he'd try to will away otherwise. And while he is incredibly impressed (and happy) at what you've managed to put together, he will mention that you could also borrow his actual things once in a while, if you feel so inclined. He just happens to think one of his own jackets might suit you too.

(Of course, he doesn't miss the chance to lean real close to adjust your mask as he says this either, just to fluster you even more. You really have no idea how cute you are, especially looking like this.)

- [DEIMOS] -

A full minute of unintelligible sputtering leaves Deimos' lips the moment he sees your new outfit, and you laugh at the way his face goes bright red. When you said you had a surprise, this was one of the last things he expected.

Luckily for him, he's able to quickly gather his composure, and his excited ramblings turn into smooth flirts that'll leave you blushing instead of him. Expect all sorts of comments about how cute you looked dressed up like him, and praises about how you look even better in his fit than he does.

He insists on taking a ton of pictures together, and you can bet he keeps his favorite in his wallet. (It's one of your faces smushed together as you both grin at the camera, making a heart with your hands.)

He considers this a total power-couple thing; matching shirts are so low-effort compared to this, if anything it shows you perfect you are together. Although there is one thing he'd help you change from your original DIY version of his outfit - those sheet-metal dog tags you made can't compare to the real thing in his opinion, so why don't you just use one of his instead?

Also, don't think he won't take advantage of the fact that you both are the only ones with headsets. Even if yours isn't functioning (because let's be honest, finding one in working condition would be difficult), he'll fix it up quickly just so he can talk more directly to you during missions. And whenever else he wants to, to the irritation of the other three.

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford would consider his outfit to be fairly standard, but he recognized that you were emulating him the moment you slid the sunglasses on. And he couldn't stop the goofy smile from splitting his face when he realized it either, not even attempting to hide his amusement at what you've done.

(He only gets visibly happier when you 'threateningly' brandish your wire hook in his direction. You really put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?)

While Sanford has the amount of restraint in him to not openly brag about you doing this, he can't deny the rush of satisfaction he gets from seeing you in what is an unmistakable homage to him. If you look closely, you'll see him straighten up in pride whenever you come into view. (It's almost like preening, really. If he weren't so flushed, perhaps you'd think it to be more of an ego thing, but no.)

Although, he does show a little bit more concern about some aspects of your outfit. Like your boots, for example; he can't count the number of times he's gotten blisters while breaking in his own, so you should expect him to ask you if you need any plasters (or help bandaging yourself as well).

(If you decide to accept his offer, you'll find yourself questioning whether he ever officially trained as a medic before. He surely has the gentleness befitting of one, shown in how he carefully cleans your wounds and softly applies the ointment, his calloused fingers gently smoothing over the plasters on your Achilles heels afterward. Although you have the slightest suspicion that this tenderness from him is known only to you.)

Sanford will also make it part of his routine to pluck your glasses from your nose and clean them after he does his own. Afterward, he'll slowly lean in when he places them back on you to make sure he doesn't poke you in the eye. Neither of you mention that you could do it yourself, or that his decision to slide them back onto the bridge of your nose himself was highly unnecessary. Maybe he just does it to get a better look at the way you blink up at him and blush, or perhaps it's for some other reason, who's to say? Either way, you have no complaints.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Your laughs are muffled under Hank's hands as he cups your face, tilting it up to look closely at you. His excitement at your new look is almost palpable; you can easily tell from how he's shaking and hurriedly looking over, his gaze never stopping on one spot for longer than a second. He just wants to take in everything about your new look, is all.

He'll almost insist on doing a mission with you wearing it, not only because the idea sounds fun to him (with his love of carnage and all), but also because it provides an excellent opportunity to rub in everyone else's faces that you chose to copy his outfit. Not theirs.

In a way, he also becomes just a tad more doting than usual. He busies himself with dusting you off, and adjusting your goggles and the lapels of your coat whenever another skirmish is finished. It's his way of checking you over and making sure your hard work wasn't damaged either.

(Plus, he'd hate it if this instance of you copying him was cut short because of some worthless grunts' attempts at harming you.)

You'll catch him sticking closer to you than usual too, and he does so for multiple reasons. First is that he just prefers to be near you whenever he can anyway (the warmth of your presence is one of his favorite things, and it gives ample opportunity to show off around you), but now there's also the fact that your outfit will freak out your enemies. As you can imagine, he enjoys that immensely, and what better way to improve this experience than to have his Player join him?

In a way, Hank also sees this as a sort of 'claim' you've put on yourself too. Wearing your significant other's clothing is kind of a thing with some grunts, and while he knows they aren't really his clothes, there's still some of that same sentiment there that makes him purr just a bit louder whenever he sees you in that new outfit of yours. It tells the world you're his in some way, even if not officially. So why wouldn't he be happy about that?

#tw: yandere #ily2 my guy <3 #other's art #meow-mp3 #fav <3 #my writing #(in addition to the art) #samau #self aware m:pn au #yandere hank j. wimbleton #yandere 2bdamned #yandere deimos #yandere sanford #madness combat x reader #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #hank j. wimbleton x reader #2bdamned x reader #deimos x reader #sanford x reader

[cheschesterpossum]

Fuck it, madcom x TFA crossover

Also here's Player as a treat

(didn't know which alt mode to give them so..)

#transformers #transformers animated #tfa #madcom #madness combat #mc phobos #samau #madcom phobos #self aware m:pn au #player!reader #crossover #art

[eagle-eyes-sideblog]

That Medical Anomaly

Summary

An AU where the reader is the subject of a secretive experiment that leaves them the perfect Player... among other things.

Possible triggering themes for this AU/story include medical trauma, descriptions of chronic illness, ableism, depression, and death. If I've handled anything insensitively, please let me know.

A more 'formal' introduction, along with rambling about my thought process, under the cut.

Self Aware MadCom belongs to @saltymongoose. The concept is really interesting to me, even aside from the xreader stuff (although it's definitely also that lmao). So I thought I might explore that a bit with a concept that's already been floating around my head for a bit. The world that the reader is from is deliberately left a bit vague, but it's sort of magical realism. Most relevant to this AU: there are things like doctors and computers existing alongside curses and other magical ailments.

Also, this doesn't really include much MadCom or SAMAU... Well, no interactions with the characters, anyways. It's mostly just an introduction to my ideas for this AU, so it describes more of what your life was like beforehand and how you found the series. Do also note that I've never played either M:PN game, so there might be some inaccuracies.

All that being said... enjoy!

~~~

You, along with several others, were the subject of an experiment when you were a teenager. It was so secretive, you were never even given the details of why it had been conducted. That, or you had forgotten, given that one of the major side effects of the experiment was memory loss.

The experiment itself was something about deliberately letting specific kinds of contagions into the subject's body. You knew a few of them were fungal, and many were magical in some way, although they were different for every experiment.

Apparently if they chose the right infections for the right subject and 'balanced' them properly with the individual's immune system... they would stabilize. This led to the subject gaining supernatural abilities based on whatever magical infections they had.

Of course, most of the subjects weren't so lucky. The various infections would usually just take their courses; often the combinations would very quickly kill the subject. Those that survived were left with permanent problems ranging from aphasia to compromised immune systems to seizures.

You were their star subject, the one better off than all the rest. The staff made sure to remind you of that every time you complained about anything. "Be grateful," they told you. "At least you can still speak. At least you're still recovering. At least you're still alive." They never said it out loud, but you heard the implication. All of this is only happening because of us.

Bullshit. You were only 'better off' because of sheer dumb luck. Had they succeeded? Maybe. But their idea of success didn't even take you into account.

And their idea of success still left you with problems. Yes, you have sharper senses now, and you can draw energy from more than just food. But you're face-blind, and your hands and feet are numb, and you sometimes hurt so badly that you can't walk.

Not to mention how unethical the experiment itself was. They didn't even study people who already had these conditions; they deliberately induced them. Hell, one of your roommates was six years old! Why they let her participate still bothered you today.

...But it wasn't all bad. You cherished the friends you'd made there, even if you'd lost contact with most of them.

Not just your fellow patients, either. Most of the staff were... annoying at the very least. But a few seemed to actually have your best interests in mind. For example, your favorite nurse, Max, recommended an animated series that might help take your mind off of things when you were in the depths of depression.

You very quickly fell in love with Madness Combat. The simple graphics, where characters were denoted by outfit and style rather than facial features, seemed perfect for you. You grew to adore Hank, Deimos, Sanford, Tricky, and every other character, getting invested in their fights even when nothing else made you happy.

And the episodes were just plain fun to watch. Even when you had issues with your memory, the fight scenes interested you more than enough to make up for it. The community, too, seemed to welcome you, and you came to cherish the friends you made there.

Not only that, but you found a little game on Newgrounds. Although your numb hands made it hard to play, it really did capture the things that made you adore Madcom to begin with. Your favorite nurse approved too; after all, it was an exercise in hand-eye coordination!

Naturally, you were beyond thrilled when Project Nexus came out. By that point, you'd already left the facility. And your memory had recovered enough to get well and truly obsessed with the lore.

You smiled, picking the Tourist difficulty and sitting back to watch the intro cinematic. This was going to be fun.

(Unbeknownst to you, it would also be much, much more than you bargained for.)

#reader insert #self aware m:pn au #that medical anomaly au #eagle eyed writing #madness combat x reader #do i dare maintag this #no probably not #btw name is taken from the medical anomaly #by really introverted producer (r.i.p) #it may change!! that song is just very good #i have more thoughts on this au but im eepy and shall go to bed now #samau

[amunisence]

Nevada isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us

Rogue Player AU: Prologue Part 1

Madness: Project Nexus Self Aware AU belongs to saltymongoose

I was also inspired by Purgatory Mode - New Player AU by dallyfae who further inspired me and encouraged me to post my fanfic

Check them both out they're phenomenal!

CW: Violence, obsessive behavior(?)/toxicity(?), slight language, Player is all around not a good person here tbh-

This originated on the idea of the Player being a "bad guy". After all, the Player is a powerful being. The Player could easily develop a Phobos-esque God complex from the endless adoration from the vessels. Also I'm just doing this for fun, so I don't mean to step on anyone's toes whatsoever. I also haven't finished Arena Mode yet, so my AU may not be 100% lore accurate forgive me. I'm so nervous to post this, but I had a lot of fun writing it so enjoy!

Next>>

No one knows how it began. Sure, there was a lead-up to it. Hank, Sanford, Deimos, and the others could sense the Player's new craving for violence and power, but they didn't know where these new desires manifested. Despite some of the group's apprehension, they did not confront their concerning behavior until it was too late. Their beloved Player turned rogue and abandoned them. It is now up to the forsaken vessels to put aside their differences and stop the Player's rampage before Nevada resides further into disaster.

In an attempt to corner them, the vessels agree to use Sheriff as bait...

Sheriff, on the other hand, absolutely loathes this decision. They want him to act as bait for the Player? Someone, he not only respects but is rather intimidated by? It's not like he could say no—not with Hank there.

According to Christoff, the Player seems to be targeting any grunt in a position of power. That's why Sheriff, who's in charge of MERC, is the only one at short notice who could draw them in. Christoff warned him that his defenses would need major reinforcements against the Player. The goal was to distract them long enough to give Christoff and the others a window of opportunity to act.

After a long night of deliberation, Sheriff constructs a fort of defenses that he hopes is dense enough to delay their wrath. Christoff predicts MERC will be targeted today for a myriad of reasons, but the main gist Sheriff got was that he's "next in line".

Like Christoff predicted, the Player did indeed arrive at MERC, but... they’re different from how Sheriff remembers them. The Player's strings, now dull ebony, are tangled tightly around their being (and it honestly looks uncomfortable). Your soft tender smile is now stoic and sour. What happened? 

"AUUGH!" a cry from one of his men jolts Sheriff back to reality. The Player slams the recruit to the ground while their strings grasp another.

"Where's the Sheriff?" with no response, the recruit is haphazardly flung over their shoulder. This display puts a deep pit in Sheriff's stomach. They really are out for his head. It won't be long before they breach his first line of defense, so he retreats further into the building for his own sake.

---

"Christoff, where the hell are you?" Sheriff plants himself around the corner from the Player. He's sweating enough bullets for an army.

The Player, on the other hand, is irritated by everyone's lack of cooperation. Is it that hard to tell them where the Sheriff is? Their strings catch a wrench inches from their skull. The Player snaps their head back and locks eyes with the laborer trying to strike them. Amidst his pleas for mercy, their strings spin around his neck and drag him closer. They get a hold of the wrench and raise it threateningly.

"You have three seconds to tell me where-"

Klang! The wrench propelled out of their grasp. Someone shot at them. The Player’s eyes snap to the anxious cowboy pointing his revolver in their direction. Merely tossing the laborer aside, the Player homes in on the fleeing Sheriff.

"Christoff, get yer ass here now!" He rounds another corner but collides with another grunt. "Hey! Get! Get outta my-" Sheriff now sees the bright red orbs of the grunt in front of him and recoils with a yelp. He then spots Christoff not far behind. "Well, ‘bout time you showed up."

"I trust that you were well equipped to preoccupy the Player until our arrival," Christoff says with crossed arms. Before Sheriff responds, the Player approaches from around the corner.

"Player, you go no further," says Christoff"Yes, not without that," the Player hums, stretching an arm towards Christoff, "Ť̵̬h̵͎͆ȅ̸̦ ̵͓̓k̷͚̉ḛ̵̓y̸͈͑s̵̞̃t̷̥̆ò̸̤ń̵̙e̸̤͠ ̵̤͌f̵̞̕r̶͈͝à̵̤g̷͙͠m̶͇̋ẻ̶͖n̵̙̆t̴̢͆.̸͖̎"

Edited A/N: I cannot believe I didn't fact check myself when I said "artifact" instead of "keystone fragment". I wasn't entirely wrong, but I meant keystone fragment f- so I fixed it.

Next>>

#madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat self aware au #samau #self aware m:pn au #mpn: rogue au #madness combat #madness project nexus #madcom sheriff #AHH idk how to tag writing help #amunisence.doc #oh god I'm so nervousdkjlfskdf

[local-angst-dispenser]

Alike

Prev || Next

Summary: AC has had it with their 'squad mates' constantly crowding around them, trying to feel their Player's presence. A presence that they shouldn't have been able to feel in the fucking first place. So, late one night they manage to sneak out and meet someone unexpected.

Content and Trigger warnings: stress, panic attack, anger & misplaced anger, contemplating suicide

Note 1: I had a funky little brainrot and decided to write something for the alternate route for @saltymongoose 's SAMAU!

Note 2: AC in this route deserves a break, having to deal with everyone constantly wanting to be around them. 😭 Let my child rest.

Note 3: Unarmed Character is referred to as AC! Subject 1v02P_6 will just refer to themselves as Subject 1v. They/them pronouns for both of them. :)

Done. Done. Done. They were throughly done with those four. AC was sure, sure that if they spent another moment around those four morons they'd pop a blood vessel.

.. like Doc would even let that happen, they thought bitterly, sitting on their loft. They need me alive so they can feel Player.

Was that all they were to everyone? A source of the Player's warmth, the Player's presence? Not an individual, not someone who had fought countless enemies and made a name for themself? Were they just the Player's vessel?

It certainly seemed like it.

AC grumbled under their breath as they wandered through the desolate land of Nevada. They couldn't take being in that damned building one moment longer, with one of their 'teammates' checking on them every hour until they were finally satisfied.

Getting to what seemed to be a cliff that overlooked the city, the grunt found themselves sitting down right on the edge. With a small sigh, they glance over.

That's a good fifty to sixty foot drop, they thought as their visual cross scrunched up. If I fell right now, I would die.

They paused.

Would that be such a bad thing? Now that they truly, truly thought of it; dying right now wouldn't be so bad. There was no way for them to be revived (at least not any way they knew of) so if they jumped right now, they would be free of 2BDamned, of Deimos, of Sanford, and especially be free of Hank.

AC stood up as they continued to peer over the edge of the cliff. They clenched their paws as they thought. They could jump. They could jump and they would be free. Jumping right now would mean no more Project Nexus, no more AAHW, no more being crowded and demanded of and pestered and ignored and babied and pushed to the sideline and-

Their breath caught in their throat as they realized they had one foot already lifted and over the edge. AC let out a noise of fear as they stumbled away from the edge. A realization had hit them.

If they died and you, their adoring Player, found another grunt of help, then that poor soul would have to deal with the insanity.

AC placed a hand on their chest. But at the same time, they didn't want this anymore. But they also didn't want to have another suffer what they couldn't handle.

And furthermore, they thought, beginning to sweat. What if that grunt can't handle it? And then they leave it all behind? Then it would go the another grunt, and then the same thing would happen over and over again!

Their chest began to feel too tight. They grasped at it as they struggled to get in air.

But they didn't want this anymore! They didn't want to be coddled 24/7, not be taken on dangerous missions and whatnot. They wanted to do what they were trained to do! To fight, to kill, to help!

At the same time, though, they didn't want another to suffer because of their selfish choice! They didn't want someone to go through the same things they have!

AC began to cough and hack once the lack of air began to get to them. They fell to their knees as they placed a paw on their chest and hit it against it. Panic began to cloud their mind.

Damnit, was this how they go? By suffocating themself?

The grunt flinched when they felt a paw on their shoulder, followed by a gruff but comforting voice. "Hey. Hold your breath."

AC flinched but did as told. They didn't want to die.

"Now let it out. Slowly," the voice instructed. They let out a content hum as AC did just that. "Now suck in a small breath, hold it, then let it out slowly."

The paw of whoever was behind them moved to rubbing their back as AC did what they were instructed. Soon enough, they were no longer coughing; their heart was still beating quickly but at least they weren't going to die.

Whoever it was beside them moved so they were now sitting. With a surprising amount of ease, they made AC sit down as well.

After gathering themselves, they looked up at who had help them.

AC stared, ghast as they looked at Subject 1v02P_6.

AC's visual cross twitched as they stared at the first being who had ever felt the Player's warmth. They had heard tales about them, how they effortlessly defeated waves upon waves of enemies with near no injuries.

.. were they the reason AC was forced into this situation?

"I know that body language," Subject 1v02P_6 sighed. "you pretty angry with me, huh?"

"Angry?!" AC snapped. All their anger, frustration, and hate had finally boiled over. "I'm more than angry, damnit! I'm pissed! I'm livid! I'm loathing!"

"Not a word," the taller grunt but in.

"SHUT UP!" AC shouted as they hit the fellow grunt on the chest.

They stood up and clenched their paws. Subject 1v02P_6 must've been tall, because even while standing, AC was near visual cross level with them. The vessel watched as the former stood up and looked down at them.

It was silent before AC seethed, "I don't think you understand how angry I really am! I've had to put up with their bullshit all because of you! Why couldn't you have stayed the Player's vessel, huh?!"

Subject 1v02P_6 cocked their head to the side. "Do you not like being their vessel?"

AC paused. This fucker wasn't even going to question how they knew that Subject 1v02P_6 was the former vessel of the Player? Arrogant prick!!

"What kind of question is that?!" AC huffed. "Of course I do!"

"Doesn't seem like it." Subject 1v02P_6 shrugged.

"I! You!" AC pulled back their paw, ready to punch, before again, reality it them.

Their paw fell to their side as the taller of the two grunts looked at them sympathically. "Are you done?"

AC only nodded as they sat back down. Subject 1v02P_6 followed suit, sitting right beside them.

"I'm Subject 1v02P_6," they introduced themself. "But you can call me Subject 1v. Its what Player used to call me."

"Player.. calls me AC," the vessel introduced themself.

"You don't know your real name, do you?" Subject 1v questioned as they looked down at AC. They sighed at the lack of response they got.

The taller grunt took off the bag they had and opened it. They reached in before pulling out two water bottles. They turned and offered one to the smaller grunt, who hesitated before taking it.

"So.." Subject 1v02P_6 began, looking up at the red sky of Nevada. "You out here to get away from everything?"

"Was it that easy to notice?" the Unarmed Character chuckled wryly.

"Unfortunately," the test subject nodded. "I'm guessing there are grunts hounding you to feel that warmth? So you've gotten sick of it and you just want time to yourself?"

AC stared at Subject 1v, impressed. Were they that easy to read?

Subject 1v hummed as they opened their water bottle. "You're not easy to read, if that's what you're thinking. I feel a bit of a.. connection to you, if you get what I'm sayin'. I feel like since we're both, well, ordinary grunts who were able to be blessed by the Player, I feel sorta closer to you."

The original vessel paused before speaking once more. "To be honest, the whole reason I'm out here is 'cause I felt a tug. I felt a tug and a bit of panic." They hummed. "You know, we might be connected in a way."

AC paused while drinking from the water bottle. Were they?

Subject 1v continued, "that and I wanted to see more of Nevada. I was tired of just being confined or always on the move. I wanted to see what I would be up against."

"Hell." AC muttered as they set down the water bottle. "You'll be up against hell."

"I figured," Subject 1v hummed.

The two grunts sat there, looking up at the red sky. The silence, while strange, was comforting to both.

"Do you want to talk about it?" the original vessel asked the current. Their voice was soft.

"Please?" the current vessel muttered just as softly, pulling their knees up to their chest.

"Then let's talk."

Subject 1v02P_6 groaned under their breath as they walked. Last night had been interesting. They found the current vessel of their Player, they listened to them rant on and on about of terrible their 'teammates' were (and the subject would admit, they sounded pretty horrible), and they gained a friend. They just wished AC hadn't fallen asleep before Subject 1v could ask where AC currently resided.

So now, here they were, roaming around aimlessly with a sleeping grunt in their arms. They were sure they looked suspicious, but considering their height, they doubted any would come and question them.

Subject 1v was tempted to wake AC up, but was stopped as a faint warmth spread over their body. They stopped walking and looked around. They knew that this level of warmth meant the Player was only watching, but there was nothing interesting going on at the moment. So why in the world did they feel your warmth?

(You had logged in for the day after setting up your stream. You were elated when you had seen a new story ready to play, oblivious to the confusion your chat was showing. Only for you to become confused when you were met with a cutscene of Hank, Deimos, Sanford, and 2BDamned looking around for your character. Well this was an interesting start.)

A small tug in their chest made Subject 1v02P_6 shake their head. Follow the tug, they thought as they resumed walking. It's always been right.

Only a few minutes passed by before the tall grunt stopped outside a seemingly innocuous building. However, the tug had grown stronger and with how the warmth had grown in strength, they knew this was the right place.

Subject 1v tilted their head. Should they knock? It would be the right thing to to and it wouldn't place any suspicion onto them.

"Fuck it," they muttered before lifting their foot and kicking the door open.

Subject 1v02P_6 walked in before stopping dead in their tracks. They began to sweat, just a bit, upon realizing that they were being stared at by the team members AC had said that'll protect them at all costs just so the Player won't be upset if they're injured.

After several moments of tense silence, Subject 1v spoke, "I understand this looks bad, but, your.. friend isn't dead."

"LETS GO!" you cheered before looking at ykur webcam. "It's Subject 1v02P_6, guys! I never expected them to show up! It's not like I mind, but holy shit! This is gonna be awesome! I wonder if you can transfer over stats.."

Fairdairy: You probably can, I'd imagine you'd be able to!

Bofabooba469: do u get early access or smth 😫 because iunno if anyone else has got this

playerstan: @bofabooba469 is right tho. I haven't seen anyone talking about it either..

You shrugged. "I'm not too sure myself. But.. hey, new content!"

As you continued to watch the cutscene play out, you couldn't help but wonder;

Why did Subject 1v02P_6 hesitate calling your character the Main 4's friend?

#Pink's Story Corner #tw panic attack #cw panic attack #tw stress #cw stress #self aware m:pn au #samau #self aware madness: project nexus au #tw sucidal ideation #cw sucidal ideation

[krystalkitdemi]

Manifest player concept sheet

Based on @saltymongoose​‘s au  @chesterpossum884​ look, I drew Mani. May be a bit overdesigned from my usual style. :) @cosmica-galaxy​ :)

#manifest player #god!playerau #god!players #samau

[freakz-scars]

Madness Combat Self Aware Au: HiveMind.

The Beginning.

You're apart of a hivemind from another world looking to take over new lands. You happened to be the exceptional one of that specific hivemind

---------------------------------------

Author note: Hello, this is my first time writing for Madness Combat! please give criticism.

---

You've stared around the many versions of you, all staring at their manipulative god. You didn't know why that specific person seeks familiar but you knew they were someone important in your life, you just can't put your finger on who that specific person is. You began staring at your "God", you all called her "Dear Goddess" strangely enough. Why didn't they have different words like "Almighty goddess"? It was all fuzzy.

"Hello! Erm, I happened to spot a world where we could all live there! We just have to battle our way to get a home!"

Strange, a battle for a place to live? That was suspicious. You didn't know why she scared you alot, but you referred to her as dear friend because she always called you a friend..now that you're thinking, you always have gaps between your memory yet she always refer to you as dear friend. What kind of control she had over you?! this was scaring you.

"Friend? What's the landmark name?"

You spoke out, questioning her as she smiled gently at you. Almost sinister like..it terrifies you to the bone.

"Ah..I heard from its original inhabitants that it's called Nevada! I want you to scout there for me dear [NAME], can you do that please?"

You nodded immediately, you just have to play by her rules and you'll be okay..right? All the sudden you felt tired..very tired, you didn't wanna fall asleep right here! But you can't help it--

---

You were laying on the ground of a rocky landscape, you didn't know what happened or what exactly where you were..all you could remember was scout the land by your dear "friend"..You could do that and so you gotten up and wandered the lands. It was a peaceful walk in its red sky, it calms you.

All you didn't know is that this mission would change your life.

#madness combat self aware au #samau

[axkvqewzare]

Hot bengali gay boy showing dick and slave twink college station TS Chanel Santini eagerly licks and fucks asian pussy Dutch teens toy and fuck in compilation SLUT WIFE GETS FUCKED IN HER CUM FILLED PUSSY ONCE AGAIN Four Horny Older Sluts Work Their Mouths and Pussies in a Hot Mature Orgy Teen Izzy Bell Has Her Pussy Bonked Hard Nubiles have a fun pissing and licking Sissy BBC Worship Training Pussy Gaping And Masturbation From Hot Redhead Teenie April Oneil facialized after penetration

#annatto #Synoptistic #unionization #excortication #septcentenary #theatrize #yatter #cassan #Samau #daringness #moominvalley #eclipsable #heumite #ankhs #no-trump #Verny #brute #sprinkleproof #disembodying #moldinesses

[tribeworld]

#Charlie #Charlie Bleakley #Charley Murphy Samau #The Tribe

[aescheretalks]

O le mea sili i ia mea o le iloa ma mitamita i lou tupuaga, ia le pei ai oe i latou o loʻo tuʻufesili pea “o aʻu ea o se ea?”

And above all, be aware and proud of what you are, so you may spare yourself the agony of those who are asking “who am I?”

#samoan #Lemalu Samau Tate Simi #Who Are You?

[saltymongoose]

ok i have a request: phobos with a shy player who hides behind him to avoid talking to people. extra bonus points if they also tend to get overstimulated and will just hang out in his office because they know nobody will disturb them

Of course! Here you go Anon, Happy New Year! <3

Phobos' Reaction to a Shy!Player

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Referenced Violence)

The moment you first show some signs of extreme shyness, Phobos’ concern is obvious. The sight of you ducking behind him when two of his agents passed by made him wonder if they'd committed the sin of scaring you in some way.

He’ll ask you about it in a soft manner, ever polite and gentlemanly. “Have my men done anything to make you wary, Your Grace? I assure you, I’ll punish them appropriately for their transgression, whatever it might be."

(Perhaps he was a little too convinced that they did something. But the Director couldn’t stand for anyone or anything making you too scared to be there at the Nexus’ headquarters, too scared to be near him. Plus, he couldn’t stand it if these nobodies made his organization look bad to you. Not when all of this was for your favor.)

You wave your hands and try to assuage his concern, explaining that you were just a bit overwhelmed by others’ attention and that his personnel weren’t at fault for anything. (Luckily for them.) The Director merely hummed in response, but you could tell he was put at ease by the way his hand fell from the pommel of the sword at his side.

After that, however, Phobos learns to appreciate your shyness each time it rears its head. The way it causes you to go to him for comfort is something he can’t help but adore, not only because it serves him with that attention from you he so craves, but also because it shows just how much you trust him.

Really, it’s enough to make him swoon. Witnessing his God showing so much faith in him and his capabilities, seeing how you go to him and him alone for comfort—it's far more than any simple vessel of yours could hope for.

Phobos will do his best to ensure that you never regret your choice, and he’ll be infinitely welcoming and understanding whenever you feel the need to escape from others’ attention.

He’ll place himself between you and anyone else who enters your vicinity, acting as a barrier should you not want to spend your time mingling with his lessers. (Besides, he really doesn’t think that they deserve an inkling of your attention anyway, even if they are his underlings.)

If you do decide to socialize, he’ll try to keep you close regardless. He figures it would be best to do so in case anyone tries to get too comfortable around you or dares to upset you.

Needless to say, the workers of the Nexus Core are never truly at ease whenever they’re around you; it’s impossible to be. Not when their Director is leering in their direction like he’s a second away from violently lunging at them. And they honestly believe Phobos enjoys the discomfort they feel around him. (And they’d be right.)

On the off chance that Phobos cannot accompany you, he’ll have one of his officers do it instead (likely a Tower Guard or another one of his more powerful units). They’ll be under strict orders concerning their treatment of you, of course.

Phobos absolutely loves it when you hide away in his office to get some proper peace and quiet. Just being able to look up from his work and see you lazing about on the seat closest to his or reading a book he’s gifted you makes him feel all the more warm in your presence. Perhaps it’s the joy of being in your sphere, or simply the gratefulness he has that you chose him and his place as your getaway, but the butterflies in his chest can’t seem to die down when you’re so close.

He’ll encourage you to stay more often and for longer each time you drop by. Phobos will also use a myriad of reasons to try to convince you if you hesitate; whether it be his need for your tactical knowledge or him “accidentally” ordering someone to bring your favorite snacks/drink to his office before you even entered. Either way, you’ll find yourself having some obligation to spend more time with him. Not like you mind it that much; Phobos is surprisingly good company (to you, at least), and it stops you from having to mingle with others when you don’t wish to.

Overall, Phobos is surprisingly soft and doting when faced with your shyness - even affectionate (and clingy) at times. However, that's to be expected; it's a side only you could ever bring out of him, after all. For the Director of the Nexus Core, treating you any different would be a crime worthy of the worst consequences imaginable.

#tw: yandere #i ❤️ anons #my writing #samau #self aware m:pn au #player!reader #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #yandere phobos #phobos x reader

[cheschesterpossum]

Gawd damn

#yo Cosmica guess who #transformers #transformers animated #tfa #tfa oc #(?) i guess #self aware m:pn au #samau #self indulgent #im back in the whole 'Player' thingy #art #crossover #i think

[eagle-eyes-sideblog]

Four's a Crowd

Summary

Mostly follows the story of SAMAU. However, this time, it's not just you that gains the attention of the Employers. Your roommates do so as well. (This piece is basically just a description of your roommates; there's not any SAMAU in this. Sorry!)

One other thing to note: Although I use 2nd person in this, the Player has sort of grown into their own character over time. Oops?

Being a streamer often kept you up late. It took a huge portion of your time, and your schedule basically revolved around your streams.

Often you were unable to do your share of the housework, so it fell on your roommates.

You were lucky, then, to have roommates who were not just okay with, but happy about your work.

In fact, they even joined in sometimes. If the game allowed, they would play with you from their own computers; otherwise, they often sat on your bed and provided commentary from off-screen.

Your community had come up with silly nicknames and backstories for all of you based on the little information that you'd revealed.

All of this had begun as a series of running jokes. Your "brand" was something like a phoenix; your screen name was Firehawk, after all, and you really did adore fire. Thus, your fans liked to draw you with the traits of a firebird.

You'd even seen some very interesting, well-written fanfiction about yourself. Even if it was a bit odd to read about your own streamer persona kissing your favorite characters or, god forbid, your roommates.

Of your friends, the first to appear, surprisingly, had been Tick—named for the antique pocketwatch he'd showed off on his first appearance. He was very busy and didn't show up often; he also had a very handsome voice, according to chat.

He wasn't much of a participant, either, preferring to sit and comment about your performance. Considering his love for math, he tended to approach things from that angle, sometimes discovering mechanics that you hadn't even noticed. Because of these traits, he was often portrayed as a mysterious and brooding timekeeper, with many secrets to hide.

(In reality, Markus was the only one of your roommates to have a traditional office job. He worked as an accountant, running the numbers for a construction company. He didn't really like the kinds of games you played; he said they were too stressful for him. You said that the way he played Stardew Valley was plenty stressful, but to him, there was a huge difference. He was also the calmest of all of you, although he was quite socially awkward, another reason why he didn't appear very much.)

Then came Rosebud, which came from the rose hair clip she wore 24/7. He was another fan favorite; sometimes you wondered if they liked him more than you. She was very charismatic, unhinged in just the right way to become adored by the masses.

He happened to be the most frequent guest on your streams, since his schedule matched so well with yours. She seemed to enjoy interacting with chat, often riling them up, much to your chagrin. Your fans seemed to think that she was a flower demon of some kind, which she delighted in.

(Honestly, you couldn't blame them for adoring him. Akemi's cheerful chaos really was infectious. Chat thought Tick was the most mysterious, but they had no idea just how strange Akemi was. She often simply... vanished into the night. Because of this, he was even more nocturnal than you—you didn't think she'd seen the sunlight in at least three years. You were also fairly certain he ran a Twitter account dedicated to you, which you decided to take as a compliment.)

Finally, there was Chroma, who had gained the nickname because of her brightly-colored, ever-changing style. Especially her colorful wigs. She'd taken to wearing outfits themed around whatever game you were playing, so she was usually the first to learn of your plans for the week.

She mostly appeared at either the very end or the very beginning of the stream. She was incredible at video games, and sometimes you even recruited her to help you out when you got stuck. She also adored insects, so she'd always try to sit in when you played insect-themed games. Chat was, naturally, head-over-heels in love with her.

(As a line cook, Josie had become excellent at dealing with pressure, even growing to enjoy it. Her attitude, both in work and in personal life, was efficient to a tee. In the past you'd associated that with insufferable perfectionists... but she was so passionate and caring that it balanced it out. She was an optimist who saw the best in people. No, not just saw—considering the stuff you knew she'd been through, she fought tooth and nail to believe that there was good in the world.)

#self aware m:pn au #samau #eagle eyed writing #four's a crowd #reader insert #kinda #man im so tired #but i wanted to psot this #hopefully nothing went horribly wrong as i was fixing it up

[amunisence]

Updated ref sheets for Newbie and Rogue. Most of the updating went to Newbie, because I haven't posted their ref sheet yet oop. They're from my Rogue!Player AU which is an AU for Salty's SAMAU.

Anyhow here's the Rogue AU headcanons where I go into more detail about the AU and the players' interactions with the main four plus Christoff. Annnd here's the Rogue AU itself, the story I'm writing.

#madness combat self aware au #samau #self aware m:pn au #mpn: rogue au #madness combat #madness project nexus #rogue!player #newbie!player #amunisence.art #madcom

[local-angst-dispenser]

Mentor

Prev || Next

Summary: Subject 1v02P_6 takes some time to offer advice to AC and train them.

Content and Trigger warnings: self-doubt, feelings of uselessness, yandere

Note 1: SAMAU by @saltymongoose as always!

Note 2: mmmm friendship. Also this is turning into a full fledged thing now, holy smokes

Subject 1v02P_6 had seen a lot in their years of living; they had seen death, destruction, betrayal and more. They were numb to it; numb to everything. They thought that once they escaped from Phobos after his death 30 years ago that they would finally feel, or at the very least smile.

That wasn't the case, though. Their numbness only worsened when they realized that they would never age and they certainly couldn't die, not with their combat skills.

Subject 1v always thought that they would be alone until the end of time. That, of course, wasn't the case once they met AC.

Subject 1v02P_6 leaned against the wall as they watched AC go at it on some training dummies Subject 1v had found the other day. After asking threatening Deimos to modify them so the dummies could move, Subject 1v was content to watch AC trian. As the old vessel watched as the new one move, they couldn't help but take notice at the fact AC seemed a bit.. slower today.

The taller grunt turned and hit a button on the wall, turning off the training dummies.

"Hey!" AC scowled and turned to looked at Subject 1v. "What was that for?!"

"You kept exposing your weak spots," Subject 1v02P_6 spoke as they walked over. "Each time you punched then turned, you were showing vulnerability. On top of that, your reaction time was much slower. You were getting nicked left and right, even when you wouldn't let that happen normally."

AC grumbled, "just get off my back, okay. You're sounding like Doc."

Subject 1v02P_6 paused before frowning. "AC, is this about what happened yesterday with Hank?"

The silence was enough for Subject 1v to know. They frowned and wrapped an arm around the smaller grunt, pulling them close. "You know Player didn't mean it like that. The mission was tailored towards Hank, so of course you'd struggle a bit."

"But I shouldn't struggle!" AC sighed as they wrapped their arms around their body. "I'm always great in missions, so what was up this time? I sucked at getting all the agents."

They were quiet before they spoke again, their voice much softer than before, "I'm just a useless vessel. At this rate, Player is better with those four idiots."

Subject 1v02P_6 poked their chest. "Hey. Don't ever let me hear you say that again."

AC looked at them. "But it's-"

"It's not true." Subject 1v shook their head. "You're the best vessel for the Player. Those four assholes don't deserve Player at all. They're butting their heads into something that never involved them in the first place."

AC paused before glancing up at them. "You're the best vessel."

Subject 1v balked at that. "Me? What? I haven't been their vessel in 30 years, what do you mean?"

AC chuckled softly as they moved away from Subject 1v and gestured to the taller grunt. "I mean what I said. You're their best vessel. They helped you through waves and waves of grunts; they helped you get stronger and stronger; they helped you become who you are today! Hell, you've probably survived all these years because of Player."

Subject 1v was quiet before chuckling. "Okay. I see your point." They then smiled. "But what I said still stands. Just because you mess up sometimes doesn't mean you're useless. You- We'll always be Player's number ones. We were with them first and that's how it'll always be."

AC returned the smile. "Thanks 1v."

Subject 1v02P_6 nodded before smirking. "Now, think fast."

With speed that would put a race car to shame, the first vessel yanked off the arm of the training dummy and tossed it at AC. The current vessel gasped and dodged out of the way. "Hey-"

The shorter of the two gasped again and moved out of the away again, just Subject 1v landed where they had been a moment ago. "What is this?"

"Impromptu training," Subject 1v02P_6 answered as they yanked off their shirt and tossed it to the side. AC balked at not only the amount of scars 1v had, but also just how muscular they were.

"Oi," Subject 1v chuckled and snapped their fingers. "Pay attention now. We're going to be training for a bit."

"That sounds like and innuedno," AC remarked with a smirk as they shrugged off their jacket.

"Take it however you want." Subject 1v shrugged before rushing at them.

"Where are those two?"

Hank scowled softly at your worry for Subject 1v02P_6 and AC. He didn't understand why you were so worried. Other than them being your first vessels, they weren't that special.

"That and they haven't been on any missions. I wonder if they're bugged or something."

The infamous grunt chuckled lowly at that. Of course they weren't on any missions, he and the others had been taking them before those two could. They didn't deserve to be around you.

"Maybe in this room?" you questioned as your strings guided Hank to a room with a closed door.

Hank opened it and was mildly surprised to see actually see Subject 1v02P_6 and AC in the room. Training at that.

"Oh, there they are! Aw, look at my little babs."

Hank clenched his paws, and for once, went against the strings. He turned and walked out of the room. Luckily for you, you only thought it was the AI.

"Hm? Oh, pfft. Chat, you've now made it canon those two are siblings. Wh- OKAY WHO SAID 1VxAC, I JUST WANNA TALK-"

Hank didn't listen to your words, for once. He was too focused on the fact that those two didn't acknowledge you when Hank walked in. They didn't turn to him, they didn't say anything.

Hank clenched his paws tighter. Seemed like he needed to have a talk with those two.

#self aware madness: project nexus au #self aware m:pn au #samau #Pink's Story Corner #tw yandere #cw yandere

[krystalkitdemi]

Late merry christmas!

I know, I'm late. I was busy with a lot. :)

Also, this is an art attack on @chesterpossum884

>:) Happy mutual combat.

Also, this is Manifest player’s official art debut. 

#mutual combat #mama fox art #merry christmas #devil!player #god!player #mermaid!player #samau #self aware m:pn au #soldier!player #manifest player