Just Pining Hands In Love

Random mansion generator

The Procgen Mansion Generator produces large three-dee dwellings to toy with your imagination, offering various architectural styles and other options. Each mansion even comes with floorplans:

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"Something I should never have done"

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My name is Yellow. They say that this colour speaks "lies", and, unfortunately, those believing it are not far away from the truth, in this particular story of mine, at least.

"Why is that", you would ask me.

Well, frankly speaking, I FELT COMPELLED TO kill my coworkers. And not only I DARED TO think of it just hypothetically, I actually did it.

Because I am Yellow, and I am an Impostor.

You see, me going on killing spree had been an OBLIGATORY condition upon which I was ALLOWED on the board of spacecraft. That was a magnificent ship, you can trust me on that fact alone. Sadly, now it's smashed into smithereens thanks to me. Oops.

But every story has a beginning, and this one had started from the dying star – the Sun. A group of scientists had been strucked dumb by a dreadful omen of it. Thus, the research of finding a new place to live in had begone. A special team of 10 people who HAD THE COURAGE to take such enormous responsibility had been sent in the open space, to live and thrive among Supernova until they could find a way out of humanity's doom. Of course, I was in that team as well. Using our real names was PERMISSIBLE, but we really prefered naming each other by our space suit's color. Since then, I was Yellow. But I was an Impostor far long before that.

On the spaceship, there were vents. Everyone was BANNED from tinkering with it. Wouldn't had sense in the first place, as we HAD BEEN FORCED TO literally spend our lifespan in cosmos, if not for someone stealing the tools with which help you can go through vents and stuff. This someone was me.

Via vents, I'd been watching my crewmates, stalking them until we were alone - and then, I striked. The first murder took place in Storage room, and after that this place was decided to stand as a FORBIDDEN one. Didn't stop me from giving them all an inexplicably experience of life and death, though.

After third murder we had established meetings, during which we discussed who could have even a marginal connection to vents.

After seventh, attendance upon them was no more COMPULSORY- everyone still alive were trying to get into capsules in desperation, trying to save themselves.

After my last prey, everything went Yellow. And then - Supernova

Can you give more detailed descriptions of what the characters look like if you're alright with that? Also A..... I am looking (respectfully)

What if A... wanted you to look disrespectfully? 👀 (just kidding but it’s something they would say only to end up cringing about themself)

More under the cut!

Alec/Alexia

A is around 28 years old and of average height, though that is rarely noticeable at first glance. They are a wheelchair user due to paraplegia. They are mixed race (Latinx/African-American) and have light brown skin. Their eyes and hair are dark brown. A’s hair is curly (think in the type 3 area) and regardless of gender they keep it in a short taper fade. They have an athletic build, though their legs are clearly not as muscular.

They have some freckles on their nose and cheeks. They have a slightly rounded face with a small chin, full lips and a wide nose. Their eyebrows are dark and strong. They also have a pierced tongue

Harper

Harper is around 27 years old and basically a tall noodle. They are very tall with a slim build. They are Irish, have dark blue eyes and light almost ivory skin. Their hair is mostly straight and has a coppery color. F!Harper keeps it long just below her shoulders. M! & NB!Harper keep their hair short, though NB!Harper’s hair is just a tad longer going slightly below their ears. Harper prefers to keep their hair out of their face when possible.

They have a few freckles all over their face. They have a long face with a long aquiline nose. Their lips are on the thin side as are their eyebrows. They are somewhat near-sighted and need glasses; but at work they usually wear contacts.

Vincent/Veronica

V is around 35 years old and of average height. Because they are an orphan, their actual ethnicity is not known, but the guess would be Italian, because that is where they grew up. They have a slightly tanned skin tone, dark green eyes and brown slightly wavy hair. V has a muscular build. Veronica’s hair reaches down to her shoulders, she prefers to wear it open or makes a ponytail when she knows she’ll have to move a lot. Vincent’s hair is about chin length, he wears it either open and loose or brushed back. V has a strong straight nose, wide cheekbones, a wide jaw and a dimple on their chin. Their brows are dark and strong, but well defined.

V also a snake tattoo; the tail beginning visibly at their neck, curling over their shoulder, down their arm, its head being on their hand.

Yuu

Yuu is around 30 years old and tall. Xe is Japanese-American and have a warm beige skin tone. Xyr eyes are a very dark brown and black slightly wavy hair. Xe has a slim build. No matter xyr gender, Yuu always has long hair, that reaches just below xyr shoulders. Xe often wears it in a rather messy bun or tie part of it up to keep it out of xyr face. M!Yuu has a bit of a beard going on, while NB!Yuu often has a bit of stubble when xe forgets to shave.  Yuu has a round-ish nose, high cheekbones and thick eyebrows. Xyr lips are on the smaller side.

Xe also has several piercings in xyr ears and a tattoo on xyr left shoulder; a geometrical pattern.

Sage

No physical form atm.

"The Queen and her søun"

Finished

I have a feeling I messed up the colours but uh... I'm learning please don't kick me🥴

@legend-of-a-savior-if

The Queen and her son sun

Hopefully, soon-to-be-finished fanart, inspired by the great angst-material game "Legend of a Savior" by @legend-of-a-savior-if

Smoother pop.

https://nihongokudasai.tumblr.com/resources

Ah. A person after my own heart 😔❤️

Hello dear author, I'm totally infatuated with your game!

Concerning the nonnie who asked about enemie-wised 🔐 character, is it too spoilery to ask if MC has to be on a "dark side" for romancing them?

Have a good day/night!

I'm very happy to know that 😍😍😍

Ahhhh ... Mc doesn't need to be on the "dark side" to romancing them. If they want something from Mc they'll just take it, regardless of which side Mc is on. They don't care about this little "difference" between them.

Have a good day/night too ❤️

I'm swooning they are so gorgeous

GotD ROs on artbreeder

 I remade the ROs on artbreeder ✌✌✨✨

This time they are complete <3 + Jihan

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I think I have some fluffy unsettling feelings that shouldn't be there for such a character, but slices of affection to us as a child? Plz- what is wrong with me and my mommy issues 😩 she fricking killed us just below this post i-

And, uh, sorry for barging with one more so soon, - I'm really intrigued for Scenario's 55 for The Queen and child!MC? :) It can be fluff with foreshadowing power dynamic (mc is tiny even for their age, let's say)

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Scenario, 55. Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.

You're eight summers old when you're in The Queen's study. Sitting on the lush couch off to the side as she writes things you're not sure you understand.

You watch her as she scribbles with her quill. Her face shows no emotion, her hand quick at work.

"Mom," you squeak at her, your eyes watching as she stills.

She looks up at you, a smile blossoming over her face. "What is it dear?" she gently asks, placing her quill down on her desk.

"I'm bored." you pout, poking your bottom lip. You see her hide a snicker behind her hand. "Come here then," she waves you over, patting her knee. "Come sit in my lap."

You smile, quickly making your way over to her. Wobbling a little to the side as you rush to take place on her lap. She lifts you up, her hands cold under your arms as she settles you on her knee. "Better?" she asks you, her eyes shining.

You nod your head, eyeing the paper she was working on. You go to touch it, but she quickly grabs your hand, flipping it over so your palms are touching.

"Look at how tiny you are," she stage-whispers, looking at your hands. You stare at them too, seeing how yours is smaller than hers by a lot. Your fingers not even reaching hers yet. "You're just big," you laugh.

She laughs too, interlacing your fingers together; holding your hand tightly. "I am big, aren't I?" she bumps her shoulder into yours. "Remember, child, I will always be bigger, understand? No matter how old you may get, how tall you grow: I will always be the one by your side."

She squeezes your hand as she talks, and you wince at the pain. "Make sure to wear soft gloves, okay? Don't want you to freeze to death." She lets go of your hand, patting you on the head once before going back to work.

The next day, you wear gloves.

Thank you!!