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Alright this is a bit of a rant but idk if y’all have ever had this happen before.

You slightly interact with a fandom before you fully interact with the media surrounding it and you feel like everyone has been playing/watching/interacting with something entirely different than what you just did.

Mouthwashing was a masterpiece, I thought it would be nothing less, but holy shit did I go into that and leave it feeling like I had just experienced the opposite of what the fandom led me to believe it was. This is positive because it entirely exceeded my expectations!!

I didn’t watch any play throughs because I wanted to go in as blind as possible. I expected suspense and gore and heavy symbolism but my impression of it was nowhere near what the actual game delivered.

10/10 loved that SHIT!!!!!

Finally playing Mouthwashing tonight!

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FUCK SWANSEA AND THIS FUCKING GRAVEYARD

Finally playing Mouthwashing tonight!

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Finally playing Mouthwashing tonight!

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I just got let go from a job that I loved…

I’ve already been sick with pneumonia, stuck at home, I get the call that my store is being shut down and my last day is a whole week from now…

I can’t really talk to anyone about it so bitching anonymously on the internet is all I have anymore.

I want to write again and I was really hoping I would have the space to do so soon. I’ve felt so worthless lately and it’s been so hard…2025 has already not been kind.

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HAHAHA I WAS GIFTED MOUTHWASHING ON STEAM MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME!!!!!

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i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

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how my brain picks a new favorite character who sucks

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I'm severely procrastinating everything in my life and I just want to WRITE!!!

I keep reading fic and falling in love with the way everyone writes and I say I'm gonna write again and NEVER DO!!!

I'm two steps into Mouthwashing and I haven't even played the dang game yet, but all of my wips I have to finish are for DunMeshi which I'm rewatching at a snail's pace and I'm worried the stuff I want to write for it is outside of what I know as canon...

I'm so out of practice with it I don't even feel like I'm blocked but just that I've lost the will to continue it as a hobby??

Therefore I shall sit and grumble...and not write...

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Every generation of Indie Horror gotta have the convicted felon villain that has a criminal record that rivals the Bible, and yet Artists draw them as the most beautiful, elegant, disgustingly attractive, sexual awakening man imaginable...

And then their Canon form is composed of 10 pixels.

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Feeding time Logan-nation!! 🔔

Someone on Twitter asked for Logan to be drawn like that new meme image and so here we are! Dofp Logan! 😏

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honeymoon phase (kinda 18+)

Mouthwashing - Jimmy x Reader

Summary - some more thoughts on this headcanon post i made recently, after you and jim just get together. completely unedited and typed directly into the tumblr post editor.

Content warnings: post sex cuddles, uhhh soft Jimmy?, misogyny, intense idealization of you, descriptions of attempted suicide, descriptions of self harm scars

This isn’t something he’s used to. Warm bed, thick covers, pillows aplenty, your soft skin against his as you lay side by side.

He’s fucked enough girls, alright. He knows the look by heart, the moment he’s spotted, some bitch with the air that she’s been beat or touched by Daddy when she was little. There’s something about Jimmy that reads obvious to them, like they can see his poverty, his violent and impulsive tendencies, his complete fucking disdain for humanity, his history of addiction, his criminal record, all in the features of his face. The shape of his eyes and the dark bags below them, the profile of his nose, the way his hair hangs on his forehead, the curve of his lips, his unshaven face, his posture; it must spell out “broken” or “criminal,” and it’s his loathsome look in specific that makes them wet. That has them throwing themselves at him to spread their hybristophiliac legs before him. Choke me, slap me, pull my hair, fuck me hard while I say no. Then, there were the others who weren’t even worth mentioning. But he didn’t give a shit; pussy is pussy is pussy when it all comes down to it, and no matter how he gets it, it’s way better than his fucking hand, that’s for sure. One and done on his unwashed sheets, and sent off again.

He could no longer say that all pussy was the same with the certainty it was true, not since he met you. He could hardly even say he had fucked you, it felt too crass for what had just transpired. With the way you undressed each other, all tender caresses, shining eyes, open hearted vulnerability, you on your back sighing his name with every stroke, and your hands were in his hair, not pulling, but combing your fingers through in a way that made him shiver; no, he was more inclined to say he had made love to you, in all its nauseatingly saccharine connotations.

Jimmy had tried to kill himself when he was 15. ‘Yeah,’ he would scoff, ‘see how that worked out. Just as well as any other fucking thing I’ve done.’ But he still remembers the burn, hanging from that rope he had tied incorrectly, a deep fucking burn in his lungs and limbs and brain as his body flailed autonomously, his traitorous body trying to live even as he wanted to die. Every single cell in every organ, every tissue, every fiber was ablaze, shrieking in hungry panicked desperation for oxygen. Then as his vision was closing in black around him, the rope snapped, he collapsed on the floor gasping himself back to life.

Only the body felt the relief of taking those breaths. His mind was still burning, just as it had been since he was little, just as it had continued to burn for all the rest of his unfortunate existence after. Misery was his natural condition. Hunger was all he had known. Until he met you.

You, oh strange one, who didn’t turn away from his slimy nature in disgust, nor fling yourself at him because taking dirty felon cock was how you got your rocks off. He was as awful to you as everyone else. And you sure didn’t take it lying down, but neither did you leave him behind in the dust, like the rest of humanity. (Well, except for Curly.) You came back. Trying. Always trying, not always liking him, but never hating him. It confused the shit out of him more than anything. You had, for the most part, completely disarmed him.

And then you told him that he didn’t have to fight and claw so hard to prove himself. That he was valuable, that he was worthy just for existing.

It was like the rope hanging his psyche by the neck had finally snapped, and he was gasping cool sweet relief into his lungs, flooding through his limbs, relieving the desperate ache that had plagued him for all his conscious memory.

He knew then that you were made for him. You were different, you were nothing like the other fucking bitches - no, no, you weren’t a bitch at all. You, in your infinite shining compassion, understood him. You liked him. The worthless cunts would cringe, eyes all slick shiny and firm set on him with fear, edging away like they’d be contaminated by breathing the same air as him, but you would approach him with kindness and familiarity. You smiled and laughed with him. You listened to him talk about his struggles, his past, his fears, with an open heart. You were an angel sent down from heaven to save him, and he scrambled to claim you as his like a man scrambled against being buried alive, like a man with a ball and chain on his ankle scrambled against being thrown into the sea, like a man falsely condemned to the gallows scrambled against being dragged up the platform.

You were perfect. Infallible. Strong, that you could even stomach to be near him. You were golden, crystalline and glittering. You were so luminous, you graced him with your light, shining upon him, illuminating to his eyes that the gaping hole in his being was shaped just like you. You were his destiny. He would suffocate to death without you, and in that, he would rather die with you than without you.

But to his surprise, you had willingly walked to fill him. You came into his life with a smile and a kiss. You let him into your bed, where he lay now. The light of the setting sun casting a rose-coloured glaze about the room. All pillows and blankets and warmth and softness he hadn’t known in years, hadn’t known ever, with your supple skin pressed, melting into his. Your hand interlaced with his own. Held upright, that you both could gaze up at the beautiful perfection that was your connection.

Your other fingertip came up to stroke down from his wrist to his elbow, and he felt the warmth sour just a bit. Oh yeah, you hadn’t seen them before. If there was one thing Jimmy fucking despised about his body more than anything else, it was his arms, bearing all the marks, every bitter reminder of his disgusting and dramatic weakness. He’d long since grown out of that shit. He had more mature ways to hurt himself now. But your gentle fingertip tracked over every dip and elevation that marred his skin, every pearly white scar, thick and thin and every thing in-between, lined up horizontal (and sometimes vertical and diagonal) where long sleeves could hide them. He felt your profound, somber consideration flowing out from the pad of your index finger, heard it in the way your breath changed, and it filled him with discomfort, with a deep sense of wrongness. This tendency was one of his worst shortcomings before he dropped it, and certainly was not deserving of any pity.

He didn’t know what to say. He swallowed thickly. “Yeah, I used to cut myself. Then I figured out that that’s pussy shit, so I quit,” he said flatly, bluntly. He wanted you to drop it, to ignore it, to act like they didn’t exist and never had existed, ‘cause they only made him more pathetic.

Your slow tracing faltered. He heard you inhale, a sound loaded with meaning. You moved your head so that you were leaned up against his shoulder. “…I don’t think it’s pussy shit,” your voice finally came, soft and sad, and it worked up some awful cringe in his gut. He didn’t respond, tensing up against you.

After another couple beats of silence, you spoke again, so terribly, horribly delicate: “You must’ve been in a lot of pain. I’m really sorry, Jimmy.”

He felt a deep throb of anguish in his chest. It confused him, and it lingered painfully. But self-compassion is a feeling, a process entirely inaccessible to him. He’s not going to ruin this moment by trying. He’s perfectly content to leave all the compassion up to you, for whom it comes easy as breathing. He simply dropped his arm, hand still interlocked with yours, pulling it out of view, pulling you down with him.

He shifted, pushing himself up just enough that he could look at you, your perfect face, eyes shining with a mix of compassion and pity and love. He leaned down, eyes fluttering closed, to kiss you on the lips; he’s still quite unpracticed at this, and all its tender passion, he’s a little too hard with it, a little too sloppy, but still completely heartfelt all the same. And he hoped it was enough to make you drop the issue.

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good evening to perverts only. everyone else log off

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How Jacked Up is it that every time I see mouthwashing content I just always think about liking Jimmy…I’m so hyper aware of it too…

I’m so scared to get into it because I know everyone hates him (I obviously don’t condone his actions either) but god…he’s just my type and I’ve got to stay away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve never been one to shy away from morally dubious or fucked up characters but the collective reaction to jingle jangle Jimmy John’s got me scared imma act up and get cancelled

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One thing about mutuals is that they will get into the most random ass media

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Okay I know I posted the first one already but it's a collection now. Anyway don't you ever get so tired of this

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(Staind voice) it’s been a while…

I can’t believe I’ve been gone so long to see everyone hop to new fandoms!! If you’ve got any new fandoms you’ve got worms for please please please put me on to something!!!