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im evangelizing this on every platform i have access to right now: last night i started (and finished this morning) "type help", a browser based mystery game inspired by obra dinn. you must recover the investigative files regarding 12 dead bodies found in a home.

it is a text parser game styled like you are using an old DOS system of sorts. engaging and very, very clever. if you get an error while loading the page, enable cookies (for saving your game) for itch.io. there are no sounds or jumpscares or any weird shit. just you and the documents. please enjoy

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custom

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DARKNESS! SHRIMPRISONING ME

ALL THAT I SEE

ABSOLUTE HORROR

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you tellin me shrimp fried this rice??

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Starting new sketchbook so I'm making the cover page

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poncho for the wizard 💜✨

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Oh Don't you let them take control Don't you let them break your soul It's not the devil at your door

It's just your shadow on the floor

(Tell me that you hate me, yeah I've heard it all before There's a life here for the taking Is it mine or is it yours

All I am is what you make me You're on both sides of the wall It's not the devil that you're facing It's your shadow on the floor)

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sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

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Buckthorn

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"getting laid" is very hot and sexy. "getting off"? great news as well. so you would think "getting laid off" would be wonderful news for your penis. but alas

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Throwback to this absolutely heartbreaking banger

“Where is his cane? He can’t walk without his cane—“ Jayce babbles frantically as he rummages through the rubble. His fingers bleed, and his breath is uneven—he’s close to sobbing, and tears are, frankly, obscuring his vision, but he pays it no mind. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters—nothing but him, in that damned chamber.

Mel watches him, and her chest constricts. She places a gentle hand on Jayce’s shoulder, but it does little to nothing to snap him out of his single-minded pursuit.

“Jayce—“

“He— Oh god, when he wakes up, he will be so mad,” Jayce attempts a laugh, rubbing his eyes. They sting—from both the dust and tears. Mel keeps silent, not daring to interrupt. She can’t. Not when Jayce has that desperate, panicked look inched into his features.

“Yes!” Jayce exclaims finally, noticing the glare of the shiny tip of the cane. He has designed it, after all—he would recognize it anywhere. “I- God, I put it somewhere once—in the lab, and he—“ Jayce goes through the memories, not caring of the tears and sheer desperation that radiates off him. He grasps the cane, pulling it out of the rubble—it’s a little chipped, but nothing he can’t fix for Viktor.

Just like him - the thought flashes through his mind, and Jayce shudders.

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Growing Pains by spicedrobot Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Chapter: 4/6 Pairing: Loosely connected oneshots featuring Cole with Cassandra, Iron Bull, Dorian, Varric, Solas, and Blackwall respectively Rating: Explicit Words: 22k Chapters release every Thursday.

As Cole becomes more human and begins to feel physical desire, he starts to explore other, more sensual ways to help his friends.

Part Four: The Merchant Prince

“You miss him, more than anything. He feels the same.”

Varric sighed shakily. “I know. I should be grateful. Hawke’s alive. What more can I ask for?”

“You want him close. You want to protect him.”

Varric scoffed. “He doesn’t need protecting.”

“Everyone needs protecting.”

Varric was putting himself back together, piece by piece. Merchant prince, suave and secretive. He didn’t cry, not where anyone could see. No one but Hawke. Varric scrubbed his arm over his face before he turned. Cole only gave him enough space to do so, then he took Varric’s face in his hands.

Varric stared up at him. Cheeks stained with tears, eyes puffy and red from shed sorrow. Cole leaned down, kissed him on the forehead, then on the lips.

Varric went still. His fingers flexed on Cole’s forearms, but he didn’t push him away.

“I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea,” Varric murmured when Cole pulled back.

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Run past the rivers, run past all the light Feel it crashing and burning, 'til it all collides Strike a match, lit the fire, shining up the sky

Firelight Jayce AU: the interlude pt. 1

Ekko and Jayce, in the aftermath. Finding and building their home.

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pull the blanket tight now

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if you love it, put a leash on it~~