#The passenger game

[antisocialxconstruct]

what an extended vacation in the mountains does to a mfer

[starrypawz]

Jonny "I am aware Newman isn't technically an alien but also calling them an alien to annoy them is really funny actually" Escudero

[pearl-kite]

Colors swirling in the air like oil stains in a holographic puddle. They form shapes around one single golden orb, which is floating in the middle of the mistlike essence.

[blossomhead]

leo newman is…not having a great time

(i’m having a great time playing @the-passenger-if though)

[paulawithsharks]

[trashy-corvian]

Man, fanart for @the-passenger-if was one of the first i posted on this blog don't look for it please.

Reread the book 5 times already and thought my Newman deserves a new look

[partenopae]

bringing them back (again)!

[pitoumugis]

Don’t open your eyes, love

Domina Horizon my beloved kiss kiss kiss kiss k

[iggydabirdkid]

Almost done! This is my 5th drawing for Pride Month! 

When The Passenger was still just the demo version I must have played it 100 times over. I just love the whole concept of the game, and anything with Eldritch Horror like themes is just my sort of thing.

So here’s a little something I did for my MC Amara Newman and her love Fiama Brandle.

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I think I could do this forever

You wake up first of course. You always do. You don’t need much sleep, at least that’s what you tell yourself even when you constantly yawn halfway through the day. You open your eyes to the pale ceiling above you only visible thanks to the moonlight coming in through the window opposite the bed. Still dark. Too early. You let out a sigh and slowly sit up, being careful not to wake the sleeping form to your right. She’s facing you and you smile as you look upon her face, so serene when she’s asleep and you quickly slip out without disturbing her. Bare feet hit cold ground and you shiver as you look around for your pair of slippers, finding them finally half-hidden under the bed. You stretch, yawn, and tie your hair half up before you pad from the room.

Your stomach growls at you and so you head into the kitchen to grab something to eat and you spy the clock along the way. Ah. Not too early then. Just up before the sun, which, is not uncommon. If you were at your mom’s you’d probably have gone back to sleep to save yourself from the potential outcome of being asked question you couldn’t, and didn’t want to answer. But here? At Fiama’s? You don’t have to hide anything from her or Bruno. Not anymore. You allow yourself a smile as you open the door to the fridge and bend over to take a gander at its contents. You know for certain that there’s some leftover spaghetti in here, and you’re sure Fiama won’t mind if some of it goes missing…

“Amara?”

The flash of the kitchen light turning on and the tiny voice behind you takes you by surprise and you jump, smacking your head on the fridge and hissing out a quiet curse before pulling back and turning around.

“Kiddo!” you laugh as you rub the back of your head, “Did I wake you?” You ask to which he shakes his head.

“I was already awake. What are you doing?” he asks.

“Getting some food,” you turn back around, grab the bowl of spaghetti, and shut the fridge, “Want some?” you grin as you shake the bowl. You see his eyes light up and you chuckle, “Alright, go sit down and I’ll make you a plate. But be quiet!” you tell him as he scampers off, “We don’t want to wake your mom!”

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You sit at the table with only the light from the kitchen to illuminate your night time feast. You watch Bruno stuff his face as you readily enjoy your own meal and the only reason you aren’t actively shoveling it into your mouth as fast as you can was that you promised Fiama you’d try to teach Bruno some manners. Be a respectable role model. Well, as much as you can be anyways. And as you watch Bruno enjoying his meal you think you could just about do this forever, be a part of something like this. It wasn’t something you ever thought you would want but emotions can be fickle (as you have come to find out), and now you can’t see yourself continuing this life any other way.

Bruno must be able to sense you staring because he looks up at you and you wonder if he would be happy with you around for him as he grows. The answer comes to you as transparent visages split left and right of him and as his mouth stretches into a wide, food-filled grin, those to the left of him grin at you also. You shake your head, the images fading and you chuckle.

“Nobody likes see-food,” you tell him and he frowns.

“Sea food?” he questions. You grin and spoon some spaghetti into your mouth before opening and sticking your tongue out.

“See? Food!” He laughs at that, food spraying from his mouth and you have to lean to the side to avoid getting any on yourself. You watch as he claps his hands over his mouth and looks up at you. You swallow your food and snort a laugh but then you realize he’s not looking at you, but past you. You freeze and tense up, your shoulders bunching up to your ears as you slowly turn in your seat to see Fiama standing in the doorway.

“You two enjoying yourselves?” she crosses her arms over her chest and quirks an eyebrow as she looks at Bruno before finally settling her eyes on you.

“We were hungry?” you shrug and give a sheepish smile and she shakes her head as she laughs softly and walks to Bruno’s side.

“C’mon kid, lets get you back to bed. And you,” she turns her head to look at you as Bruno hops down from his seat, “Make sure you get all the spaghetti from the table okay?”

“Yes Ma’am,” you grin as you push your chair back and get to your feet. You lean in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek and then you head back into the kitchen to grab a cloth.

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“Sorry about eating all the spaghetti.” You murmur into Fiama’s hair as you lay together in bed a while later. The sun is up now, its light bathing the room in a soft golden glow. She laughs and snuggles up closer to you. You half sit up to wrap your arms around her and pull her close into your chest.

“That just means you’ll have to help me make more,” she replies and you smile as you lean back and look out the window.

“I’ll be happy to.” You give her a brief squeeze and feel her grab one of your wrists and gently wrap her fingers around your skin.

“I know you would baby.”

You both lapse in a comfortable silence and the warmth of the encroaching day threatens to lull you back to sleep. But a thought is stuck in your head, one that’s been there for a while but stirred more into awareness since you woke up this morning.

“Fiama?” You’re uncharacteristically hesitant and you know she hears it as she tilts her head to look up at you with a slight crease in her brow.

“Amara?”

“I was thinking…” You trail off a little, unsure of how exactly to word what you’re thinking, “I feel like I could do this forever. Being here with you and Bruno, being a part of this small family and I… I want to make it more official. As much as we can do and I know I’m not great with words or feelings but this here? Here and now? It feels good. It feels safe.”

You see her eyes water and for a moment your stomach drops and you think you’ve said something wrong before her mouth splits into a grin and her grip on your arms tightens.

“Amara Newman,” you hear the waver in her voice as she wipes the tears from her eyes, “I would love nothing more.”

“Good.”

You’re smiling now as well as you bend slightly to kiss her on the forehead before you wrap your arms tighter around her and lean back against the headboard.

“Good.”

[amewillie]

“I’m your sister.”

All the relationships in @the-passenger-if are good but personally I love a good sibling dichotomy and best believe my Newman is not a fan of anyone picking on their sister.

[antisocialxconstruct]

just gonna be super shameless and collect some of my old art of Ever "humanity is beneath me but I DO expect everyone to love me anyway" Newman to commemorate the official release 🎉

[starrypawz]

AO3 In which Jonny from @the-passenger-if feels a little bold and starts taking a couple of teeny tiny steps towards domming, CW: Alcohol consumption

Jonny looks up at Lucas’ flushed face as his shaky hands press into his shoulders and keep him pinned to the arm of the couch as Lucas grinds against him. 

He’s a couple of beers in, just enough to quiet down that part of his brain that often second and even third guesses just about everything he does.

And maybe just maybe that’s why he kissed Lucas first tonight.

(But then he’s done that more than a few times by this point) 

And lightly bit his lip

(Which he’s done more than a few times by this point)

And for his trouble had ended up with a lapful of boyfriend. 

A lapful of incredibly needy boyfriend. 

Boyfriend.

Lucas steals his breath again.

That still sounds so weird. 

Jonny’s hands rest on his hips as if they’re made to rest there. 

Boyfriend.

He moans into Lucas’s mouth as he feels a pierced tongue tease him. 

My boyfriend. 

Jonny barely hesitates as he slips a hand under Lucas’s shirt and brushes against soft, warm skin and feels Lucas squirm even more as his fingers run over the trail of hair that runs downwards.

(Is it weird he really likes how that feels?) 

“Touch me,” Lucas breathes. 

“I am,” Jonny raises an eyebrow as he teases just above Lucas’s navel.

“Properly,”  Lucas bites down on his lip as he squirms and whines and bites down on his lip and Jonny hears a huff that sounds suspiciously like he’s trying not to laugh before he grinds harder and Jonny tips his head back with a moan. 

“Jonny,”  Lucas pouts as he pulls at Jonny’s shirt and Jonny feels the strain against his jeans. 

He could just slip his hand into Lucas’s shorts, he really wants to slip his hand into Lucas’ shorts. 

But 

He’s a couple of beers in, just enough to quiet down that part of his brain that often second and even third guesses just about everything he does.

And maybe that’s why he gets an idea. 

“Hmmm….” 

Lucas ruts against him and Jonny trails a finger over one of Lucas’ hipbones. 

“Ask nicely,” 

“What?”

“Ask nicely,” 

“Please,” 

“Please what?” 

There’s a mumble of something that sounds suspiciously like, “Asshole,” and Jonny snorts. 

“Please touch me,” 

Jonny finally, finally shifts his touch lower and Lucas moans, and he does too as he starts to move his fingers in that way Lucas had shown him with a hand wrapped around his wrist. 

And then Jonny stops. “Jonny,” Lucas whines. “Stay still,” Jonny clears his throat, “Stay still or I’ll stop,”

“Asshole” this time it's not a mumble and Jonny snorts and Lucas stays still and Jonny starts to tease again.

“That's it” Jonny pauses, “Good boy,”

The words are awkward but the way Lucas bites down on his lip makes him guess they still had their intended effect. 

This is still largely uncharted territory. Lucas so far had… largely called the shots but then he’d not been issuing demands, not really? 

More… guidance he’s appreciated even if admitting that still feels like it would kill him on the spot. 

But a couple of times he’s been the one to be a bit bolder, a grabbed wrist here, a pulling of hair there, a bite on the lip and Lucas had urged for more.

And he’d given more.

And right now He’s a couple of beers in, just enough to quiet down that part of his brain that often second and even third guesses just about everything he does. 

And so, he gives him more.

“Fuck!” 

Lucas slumps  but Jonny doesn’t stop. Keeps urging him with a “Yeah… that’s it, that’s it, good… good boy,” his words awkward as ever as Lucas squirms against his fingers (And fuck he always feels so good around his fingers) as he takes him further over the edge.

Jonny looks up at him, head spinning slightly, both breathless.

“That,” Lucas kisses him, “Was fucking hot,” and makes short work of his fly.

Lucas chuckles,

“What?” Jonny swallows. 

“What do you think?” Lucas grins. 

Jonny feels his already warm cheeks flush hotter as he hazily connects some dots about what had happened between Lucas crying out and slumping against his and his spent cock twitches as Lucas chuckles again. 

(Later, he’ll unpack that later, much later, if ever) 

Lucas shifts quickly and Jonny moans as he feels Lucas’ mouth around him. Clever, pierced tongue already hard at work as he toys with him and it’s just on the right side of too much. 

Jonny shakily buries a hand into the back of Lucas’ thick hair and thrusts his hips upwards. 

He's a couple of beers in, just enough to quiet down that part of his brain that often second and even third guesses just about everything he does.And maybe that’s why he has ideas.

[thegreatestshowfan]

As someone who has chronic migraine, Newman getting a migraine and immediately wanting to eat everything in sight was so fucking relatable. I frequently will be in the middle of a migraine attack, throw up, and then immediately ask my partner for food. The number of times I've called him saying "i threw up get me tacos on your way over also, I'm dying say goodbye" is more than it should be.

[blanketempress]

Orwell new stats Orwell new stats

redrew a little portrait for them to celebrate the release of the full game, using @plushchimera 's template

overpowered eldritch being made of pure energy spends 3/4th of the game complaining about stupid humans, then runs around crying and sobbing as they try to save all of their stupid humans for the last 1/4th, more at 4pm

[krshush]

You're a Trickster.

Passenger brainrot continues! featuring Iris Newman, my darling.

[template credit!] [go play The Passenger!]

[stick-ball]

"Tell me it wont hurt,

Now I, I’m your passenger"

Shh don’t disturb him, he’s listening to his favourite playlist. 🌞