#There was a game that was like that on Steam awhile back by like an Australian dev and reading this event reminded me of it

[laguzmage]

The thing about Rhine Lab/Columbia in Arknights as a stand in for america that really gets me is how it has a lot of nuance. Something that's true for Arknights writing writ large of course but it makes their potshots and criticisms of the US that much meatier and more intelligent I think.

The bit about Parvis that's an obvious potshot about nazi scientists in NASA in their early days, talking about The Ubermench directly contrasting with not only Silence arguing that science belongs to the people, but Ferdinand actually acting on it by making sure all the scientific breakthroughs Kristen is taking with her on her spaceship are documented and published.

The way Rhine Lab is entangled in military funding, the reasons why the military is so entangled with military R&D being related to their own running around unchecked and doing coups contrasting with Kristen effectively embezzling all that money to...build a spaceship and explore.

The fact that Kristen tossed aside all morals and ethics to build this spaceship and leave. The child soldier bioweapons, all of the stuff in Dorothy's Vision wrt using undocumented/lower class workers as test subjects that she signed off on. But in launching her spacecraft she quite literally tore down one of Terra's greatest lies, inspiring artists and scientists everywhere.

Idk, I feel like Hypergryph gets it in a way that like, european dev making 'Murica Simulator VR that's just a long gun violence joke won't ever get

[astro-art-archive]

ms paint (scrapped)

2/6/2019

[trickbxbes]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 + 𝐃𝐚𝐞-𝐇𝐨 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Warnings: Snippet of nsfw at the end, nakey people, outside of Squid Game AU,

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

THANOS

If you thought you’d be safe from his antics behind closed doors, you’d be sorely mistaken.

He already pesters you constantly about intimacy, more so, he always has his hands on you.

Whether you’re in public and he has an arm around you or in private where he’s caressing your hips, he’s insatiable. The boy is obsessed with you.

So imagine his joy when you actually agree to shower with him? You swear he almost tore his clothes off immediately.

He’ll automatically assume you’re there for some freaky time. But when you show him alternatives, he actually warms up to it.

Stares at you longingly as you wash his hair. It’s one of those rare moments where he’s quiet.

Kisses up your neck lovingly, his hands running down your body with soap. He’ll claim he’s technically washing you. He’s especially tender during shower time.

While you’re taking too long to rinse off, he might start rapping. You might have to kiss him to shut him up. But then again, you could also enjoy his poetry.

🎶”Getting clean, gonna set the scene. I’m the king and she’s my beauty queen.”🎵

Actually is pretty tense and would do wonders with a back rub.

If you actually take up his offer on shower sex, best believe he’ll have you on the wall for awhile. The steam fogging up the mirror won’t just be from hot water.

─── ⋆⋅·𖥸·⋅⋆ ─ ⋆⋅·𖥸·⋅⋆ ─⋆⋅·𖥸·⋅⋆ ───

DAE-HO

The first time you invite him into the shower, he’s constantly double checking to make sure you’re okay with it.

He’d actually hate himself if he felt like he pressured you into anything.

Once inside though, he’s a little more on the playful side. Messing around with the soap bubbles, purposely hogging the water just so he can hug you after, you name it.

On a more serious note, he’d really take the time to appreciate being here with you. Lots of forehead kisses, holding you and swaying side to side to the music in your hearts.

Massage his scalp, play with his hair, PLEASE! He’ll fold immediately. Closing his eyes and humming soft noises as you wash his hair. Bonus points if you kiss his face lovingly as you do so. He’s so in love with you.

Hold this man from behind, press your face on his back or shoulder, show him you got him, through thick and thin. He won’t say anything, but you can feel the love radiating off him.

“I love you…”

Long, sensual, make out sessions under the hot water.

If you two haven’t gotten a chance to talk today, he’d love to hear about it in the shower. It’s intimate for him, but it doesn’t mean it can’t be productive either.

“She said that? Okay, yeah, she definitely deserved that.”

Thigh fucking will eventually lead to full passionate shower sex. One leg held up so he has better access you your core.

[cheralith]

slytherin’s prof. michael kaiser, who normally teaches defense against the dark arts, has to sub in for the potions professor who had accidentally ingested some jawbind potion after spilling it on his morning bagel, making him completely incapable of speaking.

it’s nearing valentines day and he’s boredly teaching the fifth years about the seasonal lesson of amortentia, the most powerful love potion known to man, and while many pay a little too much attention to his lecture and gazing upon the bubbling baby pink liquid in his cauldron, he just wants to get this class over with and go back to his regular schedule—especially since he’s also the coach of slytherin’s quidditch team and the highly-awaited slytherin vs ravenclaw game is coming up and he especially is itching to see the absolute look of defeat that’ll succumb not only ravenclaw’s players, but also their coach—you—his long-term academic rival. he needs to train them as much as he can and he can’t meddle any more time in unnecessary things like potions.

“right, so you’ll know it’s ready to be simmered down once you added the rose thorns,” he sighs as he plops in thorn by thorn, the students ooh-ing as a shimmer rides over the potion’s tides in the cauldron. kaiser brings the heat down, watching as the steam slowly coils up into the air.

“the most prominent thing about amortentia is its smell,” kaiser states, “there’s a distinct smell to amortentia, but at the same time, there’s also no distinct smell to it. anyone understand what i’m saying?”

a young gryffindor raises her hand. "the smell of it depends on the person! usually it smells of things that a person finds pleasant or reminds them of someone they love."

"i wouldn't exactly say 'love', but yes, that's correct," kaiser hums as he gently stirs the pot. he had always been fickle with the term, especially since the topic of love had always seemed foreign to him. he was always able to grasp other concepts rather well, but love? it seemed a little too distant for his liking and he had no initiative to try and chase it to understand it. "the scent of it varies amongst everyone, so no two people will smell the same things."

a hufflepuff boy chimes in, "what do you smell, professor?"

kaiser looks up from the hypnotizing glimmer of the potion and raises a brow. he supposes it had been awhile since he had made the potion since his fifth-year and can't remember exactly what he had smelled, so he leans over the cauldron and wafts its scent towards him.

freshly baked bread is what rushes to him first. most likely from the bakery he used to steal from as a young boy.

second is the mild spice of cedar. that was most likely from his broomstick that was given to him when he got scouted to be in slytherin's quidditch team. the scent is familiar to him, considering he'd spent so much of his youth dedicated to it being by his side.

but the third... is lavender. kaiser furrows his brows and thinks that can't be right. he'd know where the scents would be from, but lavender seems a little foreign to him.

his concentration to try and trace the origin of it is suddenly broken when the door opens to reveal... you.

"sorry professor abernathy," you start as you gather the attention of the students. "my students are out of—you're not abernathy."

kaiser cocks a brow at your confused and irritated gaze as he scans your figure. "well clearly. i'm subbing for him for today since he's out sick. need something, (l/n)?"

you scoff at his snarky and unprofessional tone, making some of the students giggle. your long-standing rivalry with slytherin's head of house was quite famous amongst the generations of students at hogwarts, both when you and him were students and during your careers as professors. "that's professor (l/n) to you, professor kaiser."

"we all know that you don't care to call me that behind the scenes," he says casually. "no need for a filter."

a heated huff escapes your lips as you shake your head. "i advise you to have a knack for one. would do you some good, perhaps, especially since you racked up quite the detentions back when we were students."

a couple of ooh's wisp by from kaiser's students and he grits his teeth. not wanting to let himself be humiliated any longer from your presence, he hisses out, "what do you need, professor (l/n)?"

"mmh, that's more like it," you hum lightly as you make your way across the classroom to the jars that sit behind the professor's demonstration desk. "my students ran out of griffin's claw for their fertilizer. i just need a pinch of it, so i'm sure professor abernathy won't mind."

kaiser bites his tongue back to hurl an insult of that he'd mind, considering you were disrupting his class, but he falls silent, merely watching you with sly eyes as you make your way over and pass him by, your cloak fluttering behind you.

he freezes suddenly.

that's when he smells it.

the fresh scent of lavender fills his senses again, but this time, it doesn't come from the cauldron.

he looks back and when your figure enters his field of vision, the scent grows stronger despite him not facing the cauldron of amortentia.

that unique scent of lavender... is coming from you.

a/n ; @baepsays had suggested in a prior post that he'd prob have green dyed tips instead of blue and i was just so utterly consumed by it that i rewatched three hp movies. i'm ruined

[patchiko]

I support the virgin Jason agenda so how do you think Jay would react to receiving head for the first time 👀

OUUUUHHHHHHHFUFHFIFHDJ HES ACTUALLY GRIPPING ANYTHING HE CAN

tags: @millyhelp

AK!Jason Todd Gettin’ Head For The First Time

(NSFW EXPLICIT / DETAILED)

‘tis unda da cut!

LOVE-HATE relationship with getting head.

like it feels so good and the way he feels drives him insane

but also getting that close to him without being the dominant one makes him uncomfortable

its a little rare you give him head, its when he wants to be taken care of or hes super tired but horny

it definitely takes awhile for him to be okay with it still

but for the first time hes still horrendously whipped

the entire time hes going crazy

like as soon as your head gets close to his cock his mind is going blank

JASON sits in a chair in front of you, he just got home from his mission. The weariness in his eyes was very obvious when he barely got through your window, almost crashing that night on your floor; He had been tracking a gang that was dealing poison. Problem was, they put a lot of time into being hard to trace, he spent a good month tracking their warehouse. He spent way too much time running around Gotham for interrogations and not enough around you. Solution was, when he did find them this night, they focused a lot more on their secrecy and not enough on their own protection so it was a quick fight for him. Still, the mental drain had his feet dragging, and way too much steam in his pants; Nights like this he would’ve just jacked off in the shower and went to sleep. Would’ve. But, Jason comes home and you’re still up. You just finished some last-minute assignments from your professors, if he wasn’t so busy he would’ve gotten them done for you the day they were assigned. But here he is, slipping behind you, pecking kisses to your neck, you feel his hot breath on your neck, Oh, this poor guy… One pretty little question leaving his lips —and.

Oh. <3

Now, he’s sat up on your couch, pants just pulled down, you look up and ask him one more time.

“Are you sure?” His eyes already drawn on you.

“Please.”

He just barely chokes out, voice hoarsely struck an octave lower then his usual tone and slightly cracking towards the end; the sound pitch change flowing like honey from his lips.

Oh, this poor guy. You nod, keeping your eyes on his before moving down, pecking at his happy trail, drifting down to his inner thighs, softly sucking at his skin. His eyelashes fluttering as you trailed closer to the base of his cock. He was far from small. Definitely above average, 8 inches even , and thick, really fucking thick. (Shower not grower, feeding myself sorry).You move your hand to his dick, softly pumping his twitching cock up and down, pressing tender kisses on his tip before looking up into his eyes and lapping at the vein that travels from the base of his cock and up. Your eyes fell on him, staring down on you, both of his hands propped up on the pillows around him, taking deep breaths through his nose. Barely keeping it together. Barely. You then take as much of him into your mouth as you can, moving your other hand to his balls (HAHAHA BALLS sorry), and start sucking him, jerking off the parts you didn’t take. He dropped his head back and started open mouth panting, maybe if he wasn’t tired he would’ve been able to keep himself quiet. Maybe. But, Oh, this poor guy needed this sooo bad. He’s gripping those pillows like they’re the only thing keeping him down as you take your tongue to the slit of his tip.

“ughh—“ his hand shoots to his mouth, (insert that 1 arkham voice line from game IKYKIK) ,”—Mmmh” ‘s start slipping from his mouth instead. His mind is so foggy, all he can focus on is the wet warmth around his dick and the lewd sloppy noises you’re making. Jason’s strangled grunts made you whine out your own, the vibrations around him made his head shoot down to watch you. He’s losing his grip at the sight, he moved his hand from the pillow to your where your jaw and ear meet. Brushing his hand against your skin, “Keep going,,” he let out a soft exhale, drawing circles on your skin,”Just like that…” His voice was starting to crack . Watching your pretty face he couldn’t help bucking his hips into your mouth before pausing. Jason lifts your head with his hand that was on your jaw, Breathlessly he asks, “Is that alright… Sweetheart?” He’s trying to hold it together, really fucking trying to hold it together; but his voice is so cracky and whiney right now, and he needs to make sure you’re not being hurt. But, you nod to him sweetly, with those swollen lips and those teary eyes, ”Atta’ Doll.” Barely managing to deepen his voice before starting to pump his hips, making sure to keep his pace bearable for you. Jason husked out praises every chance he got. Every jolt of his hips had him seeing stars, he just couldn’t last long.

Jason felt the base of his cock and balls (HAHAH BALLS) tighten, he furrowed his brows and let out a string of strained curses. His hips got sloppy, breath hitched before he dropped his head back and his hips stopped entirely. His pelvis perked up and body tenses as he let out sputtered moans for every pulse of thick hot cum and pleasure that roll from his cock . His eyelashes fluttering and his eyes rolled to the back of his head throughout his orgasm. Jasons body slowly slacks, after a few seconds he reached up and brushed his hair out of his face.

He panted out treble, “Mh,” ‘s and, “Ah” ‘s while he settled from his high. He reached to his mouth to sloppily wipe the bit of drool that he prayed you didn’t see. Rolling his head forward to look at you, he took his cock out of your mouth then pressed a hot kiss to your lips. Jason brought his hand to the back of your neck and continued to peck at your face. He stopped and whispered airlessly,”Thank you.” You were close enough to feel his breath panting on your face and see his hair sticking to his skin from sweat. The pleasure and exhaustion in his pretty blue eyes making him look so needy. Oh, this poor guy! You need to get him asleep ASAP!!

literally he fell asleep open mouth drooling. snoring a little too!! literally my pillow princess !!

so many kisses while you two were falling asleep, legitimately had a hard time prying himself off you

so vulnerable this night inlove so bad

him fighting to come of dominant so bad but it feels so good and he wants to be taken cared of sooo bad

he was fighting to keep his voice at a normal tone BUT HIS DRAMA QUEEN ASS!! COULD NOT KEEP QUIET!! EXPECT NOISE COMPLAINTS!! ITS 4AM GTS !!

im so down bad for the way his va had him talking HHHHH

inbox is open if you wanna rq anything or just wanna yap!

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag game

*peeks from under a rock*

Hi there! It's been awhile & I've missed you all 🫶🏼 Sorry for the absence but I'm back! Hope to stick with it haha

I was tagged by the always incredible & sweetest sweetheart Evie @energievie

Name: Mayn (lol I forgot changed that so spelling fit how it's pronounced)

Age you are mentally: Early 20s

Top 3 fics that came out last year (that you can remember at this point lol):

i'm not the way i was by @sam-loves-seb this is a goddam BEAUTIFUL season 6 Rewrite!! I am living for this fic! Just an astounding & excited for more 🥰

It's from Jen's @wehangout Fast & Furious series! The additional part 2 & 3 came out last year & made me wanna melt!!! These two are freaking edging & teasing me!!! 🥵Bravo Jen! 👏

Headphones Encouraged by Ray @whatthebodygraspsnot an absolute fucking delight & so fun! 😆

Add in any authors who you read all of their things: It's gotta be Jane @captainjowl Jaclyn @crossmydna Kay @goodkwuestion Ling @lingy910y

Fave artist/band/singer/group you discovered last year (has to be new to you, not new): Gotta be Chappell Roan. I wanted her to be my top artist on spotify & get Good Luck, Babe to 1 billion before 2025. We did it besties 🙌🏻

One thing you learnt last year that you’re taking into 2025: Taking your time to figure it out is ok

Was it a good year or bad year? Pretty good at the beginning last my steam at the end tbh

Is there anything superstitious you do to try and continue that vibe or absolutely change it? I was doing manifesting rituals on New moons which was fun but I didn't keep going lol. It was like finger painting with images I was manifesting. It was quiet fun

Fave WIP you're following into this year:

Gotta be

let the bodies do the talkin' by Captain_Jowl

i'm not the way i was by sam_writes_fic

The Blackwing Prophecy by CrossmyDNA

Are you doing any January ‘get healthy’ things? I want to incorporate more body stretching throughout my days like full body stretches, wrist stretching bc I'm working on computers at work & eye stretches to help with strain.

More random questions~~ Did you consider yourself an avid reader before you found fanfic? I really did not! I loved watching TV over reading any day when I was younger! It felt like such a chore especially with my mum basically pushing it on to me so wasn't fun.

But then the TV shows finished & I wanted more! I think my sister introduced me to fanfic.net lol. Unlocked a reading monster! Wasn't until high school when my fave English teacher was like you must read a lot & I was like nah oh wait a minute?!

Do you read books as well as fanfic? Yes or No: fanfic or die

What are you doing to survive this January so far? I am currently on holidays YAAAY 🎉 I went to Korea for the first time & I LOVED ITTT!!! I need to go back asap!! Definitely a money hole ahaha! Now I'm also in Philippines with my fam 🥰

Also if you wanna go under the cut it's a pic of me in a hanbok!

Sooo I'm pretty late just gonna tag some friends that I'm sending hugs & well wished your way 🥰

@lingy910y @look-i-love-u @samantitheos @deedala @michellemisfit @suzy-queued @heymrspatel @burninface @heymrspatel @heymacy @sleepyfacetoughguy @deathclassic @kiennilove @creepkinginc @guinguin1984 @iansw0rld @mybrainismelted @gallapiech @doshiart @ian-galagher @sickness-health-all-that-shit @jrooc @gallawitchxx @gallapiech @andthatisnotfake @kiinard @sweetbee78 @spookygingerr @femboymilkovich @rereadanon @takeyourpillsbitchh @callivich

[ihavethedreamies]

First Kisses | NCT 127

NCT 127 - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 2.2k total

Pairing: NCT 127 x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of NCT 127!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Mark's and Haechan's are different from the ones for Dream…

Revised (1/30/25)

-> NCT Dream <-

-> WayV <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! Share, even if its to the other sites! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

Taeyong

You chew lazily on a strand of licorice, chest pressed to the back of the chair Taeyong stole from Doyoung's room. While you’re by no means a noob when it comes to video games, you know little about battle royale shooters. However, Taeyong wants you to watch while he plays. You don't mind; you constantly watch YouTube gamers, but not games like that. Not really caring about what he is doing, you find your gaze drifting to his face. He really is so freaking gorgeous… "Did you see that?" His question snaps you out of your daze, and you quickly look back at the screen. Replying with a vague hum in agreement, the pause menu flashes over his screen. "You okay?" Taeyong turns to you fully, looking over your face. "Y-yeah, why?" "You're really quiet today; you normally comment more." "Oh, yeah, just…thinking." "About what?" His foot rests on the base of your chair, pulling it closer, only the backrest between you two. His concerned look has morphed into something more playful. You lick your lips, trying to think of a lie, not anything about how hot he is. You try not to reel back when he brings his face closer. Why is your friend so- "Thinking about kissing me?" He smirks and your face erupts into a blush. You nearly go cross-eyed when he leans in, "Hm?" You take the chance, closing the distance, softly pressing your lips to his. He smiles against it, kissing you back, deepening it. When you separate, his fond smile floors you. "Been thinking about that awhile."

Johnny

You can feel his eyes on you, but you choose not to acknowledge it. Continuing to chop up the various ingredients for the fried rice you’re preparing, his eyes follow. But he’s not watching what you’re doing; Johnny is staring at your face. Why? You’re not sure. "Everything okay?" you finally ask him. "Yeah, why?" He rests his chin on his palm. "You're staring. Again." "You're just so pretty." Johnny smiles. It isn't his 'I'm sexy and I know it' smile; it’s warm and soft. Like when he sees a puppy; it’s pure. That's what throws you off. To the point that you halt all action, paddle held over the steaming rice in the cooker. "Huh?" "You're beautiful." He has no room to talk. "Is that why you've been staring at me?" "Of course." You balk at his response. Your friend is an amazing flirt, but that isn't what he’s doing. He says it like he’s informing you of something you should already know. "You think I'm beautiful?" You put the rice paddle down. Johnny sighs dramatically, getting up off the stool, coming around the counter to your side. He cups your cheek in his big hand, and before you can question him further, he leans down and kisses you. Johnny swallows your gasp, deepening the kiss. You gape at him when he pulls away. "(Y/N), you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen." He has no room to talk.

Yuta

Your eyes flutter open, trying to recognize where you are. The TV is on, the sequel to the movie you had put on playing. Still trying to form a coherent thought, you hear a soft grumble behind you, an arm wrapping tighter around your middle. This sensation brings a flood of recognition over your mind, realizing you’re in Yuta's living room. You must’ve fallen asleep together on the couch. You startle when you feel him sigh behind you, his warm breath ruffling the hair on the back of your neck. The arm of his you are laying on moves under your head as he brings his hand up. Yuta's hand rests on your forehead, which he uses to pull you back into him more along with the arm around your waist. "It's late, just stay the night here." His voice is rough from sleeping. Are you two dating? Pretty much. But sleeping over? You haven't even kissed yet, still transitioning from friends to something more. "Stay over? We haven't even kissed yet." You huff, letting out a nervous chuckle. Yuta hums in response, then your view of the room spins as he rolls you to face him. You barely get to see his cocky, smug grin before he closes the distance, lips sealing over yours. When Yuta pulls back, you whine in protest, making him chuckle. "There, now you can stay over."

Doyoung

You shuffle out of your room, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. The morning light shines into your room but has no access to your living room, keeping it dark. Your guest is still asleep, wrapped in your spare comforter on your couch. Smiling to yourself, you pad softly toward him, sitting on the floor to get a better view. It was late after you two finished your dinner and movie date, so you let Doyoung stay the night. Ever the gentleman, he insists on the couch. You smile, only his face is visible out of the blanket cocoon. So cute. You feel a bit like a creep, just watching him sleep, but he is just too precious. Gently, you brush some errant hairs from his forehead, looking at every detail of his face. Flinching back when he groans a bit, you hold your breath, worried you have woken him. "(Y/N)?" His voice is quiet, eyes still closed, you don't know if he is still asleep or not. "Yes?" You whisper in reply. When he doesn't respond back, you assume he is still asleep, or has fallen back to sleep. Carefully getting up so you can let him continue, you yelp dramatically when his hand grabs yours, yanking you down onto the couch with him. He sits up as he pulls you down, so you end up in his lap. Doyoung wraps his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder, cheek on your collarbone. "Morning, precious." You kiss the crown of his head. He pulls back after this, frowning slightly. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, he clicks his tongue, kissing you back, but on the lips instead. When he retreats, he flashes a sleepy grin. "Morning, love."

Jaehyun

Slamming the door to your car, you sit back in the seat with a huff, fuming. You thought girls bullying other people over boys stops in high school, yet here you are, in college. You know about Jaehyun's not so little fan-club but have been able to avoid them. But they’ve learned that not only are you two friends, there’s also something more going on as well. God forbid they learn how long it’s been going on. Not wanting to drive while angry, you just sit in your car. You jump when your phone starts to ring through the car speaker when you start it. "Hey." Your voice is obviously strained. "Where are you?" Jaehyun sounds out of breath. "In my car-" "Don't go anywhere." He hangs up. You blink in shock at the call-ended flashing on the screen. Your attention is pulled away by someone knocking on the window. It’s some girl, and two others are behind her, arms crossed. You sigh, rolling the window down just enough. "You're (Y/N)?" You hum and she scoffs. "You need to leave Jaehyun alone-" "And you need to leave." You sigh as he arrives, opening the passenger side door. After he’s seated, you pull out of the parking spot, leaving the girls gaping. Neither of you say anything till you park again at your apartment complex. He takes your hand in his, "I'm sorry." You meet his guilty gaze, then shake your head. "It's not your fault." He strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. Instead of replying, he leans over the center console, capturing your lips with his. You smile when he pulls back, "do that again and we'll call it even." So, he does.

Jungwoo

The show playing is one you’ve seen many times before, but since Jungwoo never has, you’re rewatching it with him. Your elbow is rested on the armrest of the couch, cheek resting on your fist. Your other hand strokes Jungwoo's soft hair as he lies on your lap. He’s getting over being sick, but since you’re the one who gave him the cold, you don't mind him being all over you. He’s normally clingy, let alone if he doesn't feel good, like a small child. It’s fine to you though; he’s too cute to not let him get away with just about anything. "(Y/N?)" His soft voice is still a bit nasally. "Yes?" "I'm sorry I ruined our first date…" "What do you mean?" Your hand halts, looking down at him. He rolls over so he is lying on his back, letting him look up at you. "I nearly passed out when we were walking to the restaurant…" He drifts off, fingers coming up to nervously fiddle with your hoodie string. "Jungwoo, you had a fever, it's fine." You huff, shocked that he feels guilty about that. You’re the one that got him sick. "Still… We finally decided to go for it, then…" "Jungwoo-" He continues to ramble, apologizing, and complaining about himself. It is getting on your nerves; there is no reason for him to feel so bad. Wanting him to stop, you lean down, lips briefly pressing to his still moving ones. You sit back up straight, face pink from the act. His is as well, but it already is from the cold he has. You flinch when his hand rests on your cheek, pulling you back down. "I can’t give this cold back to you, right~?"

Mark

"Can I get this?" Mark asks, coming up to you with a frozen cheesecake. You glance at it, not liking that he asks you as if you are his parent. "Sure? Why are you asking?" You shake your head as he puts the dessert in the cart. "J-just making sure." You roll your eyes, continuing down the aisle, glancing at your shopping list to make sure you get everything for the meal you’re going to prepare. Having to buy enough food to feed eight ravenous young men is a little pricey, but everyone agrees to split the cost and send you the money, so it doesn't matter what extra stuff Mark wants. As you traverse the next aisle, you notice his gaze focuses on something on the shelf. He halts in front of it, so you turn to look at it. It is a candy necklace kit. "Let's do this!" He grabs it and you chuckle, nodding for him to put it in the cart. "B-but just us…" He adds and you raise your eyebrow. "Just us?" "Not the others. We can just make them for each other after they leave…" "You want to make me a necklace?" You tease, the tips of his ears turning red, his characteristic laugh leaving his lips. "Yeah… and I don't want you to eat it or take it off!" Mark's determined look goes to your face, and you have a hard time not guffawing. "Okay, Mark." "I'm serious, don't take it off." He reiterates as you get in the car to head back to your place, the box in his hands. "I won't." "Promise?" He holds out his pinky and you shake your head but complete the hand motion. Before you can pull your hand back though, he uses your linked pinkies to haul you closer over the console, gently pressing his lips to yours. You sit back slowly, gaping at him, face equally as red. He raises an eyebrow.

Haechan

"I'm getting tired of this, (Y/N)." Donghyuck huffs at your side, and you tilt your head, confused. When he notices your glance, he sighs, stopping. Holding your linked hands up between you two so they are in front of your face, he sighs again. "This is about as far as we've gone." You look around, wondering what the hell he is going on about; you’re only halfway to his place. "This, (Y/N)." He shakes your hands to draw your attention there. "What do you mean?" "We've only held hands! You've kissed my cheek and that’s about it! I'm tired of it!" If it wasn't for the silly whine of his voice, you would think him genuinely upset. "What are you getting at?" You continue your questions, and he groans; you’re very smart for being so dense. "Kisses! I want you to kiss me!" Donghyuck whines louder, it nearly echoes off the stone walls of the back road you are walking. His frustration takes you aback. "Why do I have to initiate?" You nearly shout, annoyed with his dramatics. He immediately quiets, blinking at you, so very pretty- "Fine!" He yells back and hauls you even closer with your linked hands, his soft lips touching your chapped ones. As soon as he tastes the lip balm you had put on just minutes earlier, he groans and deepens the kiss. You squeak a bit when your back hits the stone wall, trying to match his pace, but he is fervent. When he finally steps back, you are almost panting. He nods with a satisfied look and continues on with your walk like he hasn't just swallowed your tongue.

-> NCT Dream <-

-> WayV <-

Master-Master List

NCT Master List

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Groundskeeper Reader being dragged into the Mansion for the first time and feels so embarrassed. Logan has them by the scruff of their neck, and everyone is dressed so nicely while they are soaked to the bone in muddy, old gardening clothes that they work in. Everyone is staring at them, and they just want to shrivel up and die.

Someone tries to bring a little levity by suggesting a game (its Peter) but Reader just quietly asks if there was a guest bathroom they can wash up in. Apparently not quietly enough as Logan's daughter, Laura, shoots up and says she'll run them a bath. The man in the wheelchair dressed like a WW2 soldier tells Logan off for holding Reader like that, saying

"You're scaring the poor dear to death holding them like a cub!"

The girls with red hair, sunglasses guy, the twins, the boy in a circus uniform and the two girls in Y2K fashion are raiding a closet for clothes while the Cowgirl gently leads Reader through a master bedroom to a bathroom with the biggest tub Reader has ever seen, filled to the brim with steaming hot water.

While Reader washes up (and probably has a good cry), everyone else is running around like chickens with their heads cut off. They're trying to pick out a nice outfit for Reader, but not so nice that they'll be suspicious. They need to hide any particularly haunted items that could give them away, and they need to keep the house itself from reacting to a living being to not scare them away. They still want the night to be enjoyable for Reader, so someone has to dig up the old card deck and ancient monopoly board.

By the time Reader comes out of the bathroom and Master bedroom, in clean clothes and feeling only slightly better, it's a miracle the hallway is clear. They try getting back to the entryway, but turn a corner to run face first into the one other person they haven't seen tonight, their other boss.

Victor has always been a rough man, but now as Reader apologizes and rubs their nose from running into a giant brick wall of a person, he looks like he's seen a ghost.

Its because he feels like he has.

Reader is dressed in his kid's clothes. Long-sleeved blouse, old pair of pants with worn areas, and they have the same sad eyes his kid did.

It's enough to make him falter for a minute, giving Reader enough time to apologize, then dart around the corner, not wanting to feel more embarrassed about running into their other boss.

The night is a bit... tense. But it fades away for awhile as they play old games, some with dice, or tic-tac-toe, or some old monopoly board that Kitty had. It's nice, at least in that moment. Warm fire in the fireplace, old blankets and curtains draped around, everyone making teams and seeing which ones win. It feels... it feels really swell.

It gets a little odd when it's time for bed, and Reader is directed to an old room a bit farther from the main hall than they like. But, it's not the room that was odd. It was the painting half-hidden in shadows, a sheet fallen from it, depicting someone, a young teen, perhaps, who looks just... just like Reader...

[bowandcurtsey]

Hwllo I love your pregnancy simulator headcanons you did for zora and nozel

Could you please do one for fuegoleon too?

Hiya sweetie! Thank you for requesting this! I foresee I have a mutual that would love this too hehe. I'll add in Yami for this too, cause I'm missing him a little. Haven't done his request in quite in awhile. („• ᴗ •„)

Here's the link to the request for Nozel, Patri and Zora There's another one for Finral

Fuegoleon | Yami x f! reader

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Being the righteous gentleman he is, he agreed to it immediately. Salamander shook its head. He felt that he should know exactly what kind of pain you were going through, since you had your third child on the way.

You paste the stimulator on, for him. You started at level 3.

"I don't feel much honey. Feels a little ticklish."

You pressed level 5. "This is where the dilation starts, how is it?"

"okay. bearable." He walked around with the stimulator.

You pressed on 7. "we're now waiting for the right time to push~"

"Mhmm." he grunted a little, starting to feel the pain, "I think I need to sit down a little.."

He sat down with a huff and took deep breaths in and out.

You pressed 8.

"are we pushing yet, honey?" he said in between his breaths.

"nope. we're only at level 8, Fue. The dilation is not enough yet."

"Level 8?!"

You pressed 10. Fue had to sit forward and clench his fist and clutch the arm rest of the chair.

"Now you push!" you exclaimed

"honey.." he groaned, his breathing becoming laboured. "how do.. you-"

His hands reached to grab on the stimulator.

"how long-.." his sentence was more incoherent now, but you understood what he was asking

"er. usually the contractions come every 10 minutes or so and it stops after awhile..."

He was huffing and puffing, meaning that the contractions were off for now.

"And it childbirth could last like this for hours~" you reminded him.

You told him to lay down on the bed. As the contractions came, he curled his body a little.

"That wouldn't do, honey. You have to open your legs to push!" you teased him.

He tried to roll back on his back, his face muscles squirmed and tensed up. You could even see his forehead covered in sweat.

You turned the stimulator off when the contraction subsided again.

"Honey. I'm sorry you're going through this for the third time..." his face was so guilt stricken, "You're amazing for giving me 3 beautiful kids. I promise to never let them misbehave or bully you. They have to be nice to you at all times."

You laughed. Well, it gets easier one after the other, love." You grabbed a handkerchief to wipe off his sweat.

"I love you wifey." He caressed your face.

Yami Sukehiro

"no. I ain't doing that baby." he gave you the look.

"yes. you're doing it." you insisted.

Of course Yami Sukehiro could never say no to anything you wanted. He was wrapped around your pinky.

He gave a sigh as you paste the stimulator on him.

"baby. How about you press 10 right away?" Yami challenged. "Just get it over and done with."

"no?" you raised an eyebrow at him, "you have to experience the slow and gradual pain"

"you sound sick in the mind when you say that out loud, baby" he gave you a dead panned face.

"Excuse me, we woman experience this for hours. Some take 12 or more hours! I'll just let you feel the pain for a few minutes."

"okay, okay..." he was defeated, once again.

You pressed 4.

"You feel anything?"

"nope."

You pressed 6. "Dilation starts about now."

"So we're going push now?"

"no? Just a waiting game."

"I feel like might punch someone in the face if they made din right now"

You gave a little laugh, but you were impressed by your man's tolerance.

You pressed on 8.

Yami took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

"Painful, huh." you cocked your brow and tilted your head to the side.

"I could understand why you women get upset randomly feeling this. I feel like yeeting Asta Luck and Magna right now just to let off some steam."

"Yami!" you rolled your eyes at him, "anyway, you can lie down if it's uncomfortable."

He lay down on your bed making himself comfortable. You were really impressed. This man had high tolerance to pain.

"ready for 10?"

"You mean it's not level 10 yet?"

"no?"

"what the fuck." he cursed, "okay just go."

You pressed on 10. Yami spewed a chain of curse words as the contractions came on. He scratched his head roughly.

"I don't get it, baby." he grunted.

"Get what?"

"You cry and yell at all the fuckin roaches and you go through this?"

"Hey!" you smacked his biceps

"Yeah, you can hit me now, cause I ain't feeling anything except this fucking shit."

You laughed. He must be really feeling the pain now, seeing the amount of vulgarities he was spewing.

Whenever the contractions went off, he relaxed awhile and when it came again, he was grabbing at the pillows and cursing.

"Get this damn baby out already." his face looked like he was having a bad constipation.

"Baby, remember when we had our first child, I took 8 hours?"

He eyes darted to look at you, realising all the pain you were in for that long back then.

"Yeah." you nodded your head at him, seeing that he understood what you were getting at.

"I'm sorry princess. From now onwards I'll yeet them if they misbehave, god damn it."

"You'll yeet your precious d/n?" you gave him a smirk, knowing that his little princess was his weak spot.

He paused to think for awhile, "okay you can yeet that little monkey and me out together."

[atelieronthemoon]

I'm back with our September devlog and oh boy, where to even start... well there were some terrible lows regarding scam donations which truthfully demotivated me for awhile, but hanging out with friends lightened my spirits 🥲 With that said, please don't donate if you're going to charge back, it negatively impacts the game and me 😭 

September was a slow month in terms of development because writing is the main focus right now. We'll be writing until December (we're avoid crunching!)... wish us luck 🥲

Art: Kickstarter rewards are done! I need all the keychains and photocards... 😳

Programming: We're back in business. Our programming duo will be working on the updates and changes to the game in preparation for the extended demo.

Voice acting: The most exciting thing that's happened to us this month is our casting call. We've finalized our amazing voice actors whom I'd like to introduce and welcome!

Corey Wilder as Ivan

Harold Ingram as Oliver

and Jason Hall as Joseph

I'll be posting the role announcements on social media soon 🤗 Speaking of social media, we're now on Tumblr and Bluesky, so follow us if you'd like!

And lastly, we're launching a Patreon (will make a separate post) to help us fund some things such as a game trailer for the KS and Steam page while giving you access to our project's behind-the-scenes and the beta build to the extended demo. There is no obligation to join—only join if you want and able to! I'm grateful for everyone's support regardless ❤️

Next month I'll announce the demo's potential release date wohoo! Thank you all for your patience 😘

[sunnydayroleplay]

What is your headcanon on what Joseph Cullman was like before he was trying be a better person? Was he doing illegal activities or something bad? What was his day to day like as the old Joseph Cullman? What was the old Joseph Cullman like as a person and wat made Joseph want to be a better person?

Before I continue this head-cannon, yes I am back loves! And for good this time. It's been awhile, I've been super duper busy, but that's not gonna stop me from now on. I'll be posting on the weekends and the occasional Friday! (Or whenever I feel like it during the week) Thanks for the continuous support despite all that!! Now with that said...

Contents Inside: Joseph Cullman, Mentions of Drug/Substance Abuse, Alcohol, Child Abuse, and other sensitive topics.

18- DNI, this is a NSFW post and so is the game it is based off of. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games.

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From what we can interpret in the video tapes of his interview, we learn that he was a "rebellious" child in his high-school years. Getting a tattoo, a few for that matter that are rather obviously large. It'd be surprising if his parents didn't notice a thing.

But before we can ask why that is, we have the question of:

Why is Joseph so rebellious and reckless in the first place?

Any good ol' fashioned Southern American family would teach their children some common manners, right? Or despite the undertones of possible racism and homophobia that were very common and still undergoing a "wipe-out" in a time where that would occur, children were still taught to treat their own kind how they'd want to be treated.

Now, I have talked a tad bit about Joseph's childhood and backstory before, which can be found here. (I also already sorta answered half your questions, but I wanted more detail in this post.)

To sum it up, I suspected that Joseph wasn't always this "bad child" that he always seems to hint at. He had good loving parents, a good school life, and plenty of good influences on his young, curious nature. He was nurtured but protected against the world that young children don't need to know about yet. But like an unfortunate amount of marriages, they all lead to disaster. Financial struggles appear. Maybe some ongoing infidelity, addiction. The marriage just got rocky, and the moment the curtains were closed, it was just one argument to the next.

"His parents couldn't afford to have a kid anymore. So they started neglecting him. Putting him up for adoption was a no-go. What would their parents think. Or all their peers the next time they got a job and suddenly everything went alright? They'd be right back to where they once were."

The moment Josephs parents began to neglect and ignore him, Joseph was oh so young, but old enough to comprehend that this is a life or death situation for him. He learned this via abuse. Whether it was his mother belittling and destroying anything that made Joseph chuckle remotely, or his father coming home from work drunk and letting off some steam on him.

"With the constant shitty home life, his school life was affected enormously. His grades went down, and he just got around with the wrong people. He was like any "out of place" child. All he truly wanted was attention and some sort of leverage to lean against. Someone to just listen because he's used to being ignored."

(Read the post, because I now realize I don't know how to summarize)

With that "summarized", we now know what his childhood was most likely. Take this with a grain of salt.

In the "Bad Yogurt" Ending, Jack says “You’ve changed. You’re clean now. You can be whatever you wanna be.” Leading me to believe that Joseph followed after his fathers footsteps. Alcohol and addiction to drugs. In the interview where we learned about how Joseph got his tattoos, which was in his high school years. Because of this I've come up with another headcanon/scenario.

Because Joseph was forced to grow up too fast, and practically raise himself, he's a smart kid. He doesn't believe he is, but he's truly a smart and talented kid. Though papers and his grades say otherwise, Joseph could turn everything around in a minute or two if he chose too. However, due to the gravitational decline on his mental health and home life, he started to underage drink, and get his hands on any drug that was available for him.

One day, Joseph and his 'crew' got invited to a house party. It's late, there's drinks, lights, music, and everything is fired up. After long joyous hours and a couple twenty shots, Joseph is fuuuucked up. Passed out on the couch. You wanna know what people do when they're young and drunk? They do irreversible stupid shit. Joseph got his lovely arm statements by either being so passed out that his friends decided that this would be a perfect canvas to paint on, or he was "consciously" agreeing to this work of art we see on his character sprites.

With a soft opening to the wounds of his childhood and teenage years, how was adulthood like? I doubt it wouldn't be easy, or that he could get away with more things as easier. I feel like Joseph chose to be a better person compared to his old self because of the fact that life would be even more shittier as it continued and that despite saying he wishes he would die, he's just as afraid of death as his 10 year old self. So, if he wanted to live a better life for himself and regain his sensitivity of self again, he had to fix himself up.

To answer your question of "Was he doing illegal activities or something bad?" Your answer is yes, and here's a list.

-As said before, alcoholism starting at age 16.

-Drugs, and at some point did attack people because he couldn't get said fix.

-Would sell himself for money.

-Robbed local stores just to have something in his system for the week minimum.

Joseph knew he had to better himself, and comparing all of this to the interview tapes-- If you didn't know a thing about him beforehand, you would've thought he was a perfect guy.

But we all know that no one is perfect, ain't that right?

[thejohnlockedfemboy]

Age regressor in Task Force Stalker / The Ghosts Unit

You had been with Task Force Stalker for several years now. They knew you as an asset on the field and an altogether good guy off-duty. You were small and quiet. Not standoffish, merely reserved in socialization.

But you had energy. You were constantly moving. A blur on the training grounds, practically feral when fighting. What little spare time you did have was unusually spent slamming your fists into the punching bag to blow off steam or pushing yourself to run just one more lap around the base.

The team had gotten used to it. They knew when you needed space, or when they could help by offering to spar with you. Still, you bounced your leg, cracked your knuckles and jaw, still had trouble remaining in one spot for more than a few minutes. It could be... distracting. Irritating, even. But you just couldn't stop, and the team tried to remember that no matter how much it got on their nerves.

After a grueling day of drills, the team were in the rec room. Merrick puffed on a cigar in his usual armchair. Logan was slumped dramatically across the couch, his head resting on Keegan's muscular thighs, the Sergeant's gloved hand absentmindedly petting through his hair. Kick was playing a game on his computer while Hesh watched over his shoulder. Ajax was doing situps... for some reason.

The TV was on for background noise. It had gotten put on Disney and was now showing an episode of Bluey. Hesh glances up at it. "What are we watching? This is a kid's show. Who has the clicker?"

Logan tosses the remote over. “Here, turn it to—“

“Stand by,” Merrick says quietly. The men all swivel to look at him. He pressed a finger to his lips for quiet, and then subtly nods towards you.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking like a child again, your eyes glued to the screen. You aren’t moving. Aren’t twitching, aren’t fidgeting. You look utterly enthralled as the little blue dog dances across the screen.

“Well, I'll be damned,” mutters Ajax. "He likes cartoons."

You apparently don’t hear them. You’re bobbing your head to the music, a small smile on your face. You rarely smile.

Logan frowns, watching you waggle your feet and hands. "What's he doing?" Hesh glances up. "He's stimming."

"What's stimming?" asks Logan, tilting his head. Sweet, innocent man.

"It's a neurodivergent thing," explains Kick. "I do it, too." "You do?" Logan seems surprised. He glances between you and Kick. "But you don't waggle your hands and feet like that." Kick shrugs. "No, but I tap my foot. Everybody stims differently." "So... is that why Y/n is always moving around?" Logan questions, the pieces seeming to slot into place. "The leg bouncing, the knuckle cracking?" "Drives me insane," Keegan grumbles.

Merrick gives Keegan a warning look. "It's just the way his brain works. Be respectful, Russ." "Sooo..." Logan looks back to where you're happily watching the tv. "Is that also a neurodivergent thing? The cartoons?"

Kick hesitates, his computer game forgotten. "I'm really not sure. Maybe he's just spaced out."

Merrick peers closely at you. "I ain't sure. He looks..." "Child-like," finishes Ajax. "Like, I dunno, a kid, or something." "Maybe he's regressing," suggests Hesh. "Y'know, age regressing. It's a coping mechanism." "I've heard of that." Merrick lights up another cigar, tapping the ash introspectively against a tray set out beside him. "Where a person goes back to a safe headspace from their childhood, eh?" Kicks nods. "I've heard of it, too. I had a therapist who specialized in it once."

"Since when do you go to therapy?" snorts Keegan.

Kick glares defensively at him. "Don't be a jackass, man. I had really bad anxiety--"

A bright, almost bubbly laugh from you cuts him off. The team's heads snap around to look at you.

Logan gives a crooked grin. "I've never seen him so happy. Should we say something?" Merrick shakes his head. "No, he needs this. Let him relax for awhile; it's been a long day for us all."

"Will he remember any of this after he... I dont know, gets normal again?" Logan sits up and shuffles forward a bit on the couch.

"He might, yeah," says Hesh. "It'll probably be fuzzy for him, or he might just wake up in the morning and completely not remember that he went little."

"This won't effect his performance on the field, will it?" asks Keegan suspiciously.

Merrick gives a low chuff. "Russ, can it. Not everything is about shootin' up the Federation." "That's our job," Keegan protests, a bit more vehemently than before. "We're soldiers. Our life is dedicated to training and fighting. The end." His voice gets a bit louder than he intends, and you glance up. Your eyes are unfocused, your expression questioningly. There seems to be an internal struggle to either snap out of your regression or just turn your focus back to Bluey.

Logan elbows Keegan hard in the ribs, glaring at him, then turns his attention back to you. "Hey, bud. You okay?" You give a silent nod. You look so... innocent. You look little. Your hair is a ruffled mess and your hoodie swallows up your slim but muscular frame. The left corner of your lower lip is being suckled in against your top teeth, almost like a pacifier. You don't even realize it.

Logan seems to think over something for a moment, then stands, crossing the room before sitting down beside you. You instantly move to lean against him. The next episode of Bluey starts up.

The team watches the pair of you. You're cuddled up against Logan like a toddler with an older brother. You feel safe. Secure. Loved, even. That's not something you've experienced in a long time.

Logan might not understand all of what regression is, but he realizes that you need to be handled a bit more gently than usual. You're not their rough-and-tumble, tough-as-nails officer he knows and respects right now, you're just a kid. In your own mind, anyway.

"You enjoying the show, buddy?" Logan murmurs, and you give a sleepy nod, your fingers curled into the fabric of his coat.

He chuckles softly, ruffling your hair. "I'm glad, bud. You tired, huh?"

"Mm... m'hh," you mumble, your voice slurring with how small you are right now. You snuggle closer. "S'eepy..."

Logan keeps you tucked beside him, practically in his lap. "You can nap if you need to, yeah? Little guys need their rest."

You try to protest, but you're just too exhausted. You lay your head against Logan's chest, your eyes fluttering shut. His hand comes up to pet your short-cropped locks.

"S'alright, bud," he whispers. "Go to sleep. I'll carry you to your bunk later, yeah?

So you do. You let out a soft, shuddering exhale, letting yourself slip into unconsciousness. You're safe with your team. They're all like brothers to you-- a dysfunctional little family of soldiers.

Merrick is watching with an almost paternal look on his face. "He's really little, ain't he?" "Looks like it," replies Hesh.

"Kind of weird." Ajax frowns. "But also sort of nice. He's finally stopped bouncing off the walls. I guess it ain't doin' no harm." "Healthier coping habit than most of us have," laughs Hesh. "Least he ain't a chainsmoker--" He gives a pointed look at Merrick. "--or as completely emotionless as a brick wall." He smirks at Keegan, who flips him the finger.

"He's almost... cute like this." Kick grins, tapping on his computer game. "I've never seen him so chill. I seriously can't remember the last time he slept. Like, at all. I was starting to think he was a vampire or some shit."

Logan chuckles. "Maybe this is exactly what he needed. To just let go, y'know?" Hesh's lips twitch up into a small smile. "Yeah. Maybe it is." "Just let him sleep, men," Merrick orders, leaning back and settling down to have one of his trademark Dad Naps. "He'll be back to being a hardass in the morning."

The team chuckles.

Merrick was probably right. But... you were their hardass. And, apparently, their very little brother.

Comment down below if I should continue this series! This is just based on my own experiences as an age regressor and is probably very OOC for the team.

[hollowtones]

hi Holly, this might be a little goofy or too sincere for tumblr but oh well.

like maybe a year or two ago? I came across a link to (i think) the gnome stream and I was sick and bored, so I decided to watch it. I have to keep my hands busy while I watch stuff and I was watching it on my phone, so I couldn't use my knitting app to count rows, so I picked up an embroidery project I'd started awhile ago and set down bc I lost steam on it. I ended up watching all of the half life stuff, then the elden ring stuff and kept working on my embroidery. you and your friends have kind of become my "soundtrack" for working on knitting or embroidery. anyways, bc I watched you guys, I ended up messaging someone to thank them for putting your stuff on my dash, which led to me getting introduced to Outer Wilds (which I'm still forever crying about) and then eventually I got Bloodborne (which I'm also crying about forever)

long story short, watching you guys got me working on a project I kind of gave up on and led me to discovering two of my favorite games. actually, it's led me to doing a lot of things I probably wouldn't have. I know watching you guys (mostly you and Mira) made me want to try streaming (which I'm having fun with). I know you don't want people sending you pictures on here, so I won't but the embroidery is the outline of a dragon in glow in the dark thread and it looks very cool and every time I look at it (even though it's not done yet 🥲) I think of you guys.

basically I just wanted to say thanks. for being the reason I found some favorite games, getting me working on some projects again, getting me back into writing, and for all the laughs. watching you guys play games, together or apart, has been great and sometimes makes me laugh so hard I cry. sorry this turned out so long, i just kept meaning to say thanks whenever i see you on my dash and then it kinda snowballed into this. but really, thank you.

This made me real happy. That's what it's all about, bud. Thank you for the kind words & thank you for tuning in.

[goatpaste]

Heyo, I saw your post saying you started on psychonauts! Idk if ya aware, but I think steam bundles one and 2 together and there's a physical copies of 2 that come with one, but I do think it's the collector's edition however, so the price is a little high, but it's probably cuz of the other stuff included . Would like to gift ya the first game(or both!) on steam once I get out of my current financial troubles as I know your bday is coming up! The 2nd one has a very cute bear couple I think you would like cuz there's a section where you go inside one of the dude's minds and you get to see enviroments and memories based around their wedding.

On a side note, do you still like the Silent Hill series? If so, could you draw Maria with a bisexual background (let's hope her and Angela aren't done dirty in the upcoming remake, amiright?)

wah!! someone already bought me the first two psychonauts awhile back!! im still working through the first one but veRRRY much enjoy it so far!!

and YESSSS I doOO love slunt hill, and Maria is one of my fav characters despite being in my least favirote SH gameee (was just playing as her in DBD last night hehe)

I wanna hope the SH2 remake is at least interesting, but I wont lie im already very disappointed with Marias redesign, i feel like it came from the place of 'were modernizing games and trying to remove the sexualization of female character designs' which is fair and i get, but totally missed the point of Maria lol. also i think her new look sucks sorry. Love her tho, the remake better have an ending were maria and angela get to leave slunt hill together and adopt Laura lol

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[patchiko]

Your AK HC were on POINT 👌👌👌 literally everything you said was so right. It was really refreshing seeing this kind of take on AK Jason.

AK Jason is a cat that’s been feral for most of its life and you just gotta approach him gently and be patient 🥺

I also agree… this boi is a VIRGIN 👏 this man had no game and wasn’t even seeking anything (cause 1) his mind is entirely focused on one goal atm and 2) all his trauma 😞 ) he’s prob like a deer in the headlights for any first time physical intimacy wether that’s holding hands or sleeping together (poor baby)

I want to give AK Jason a nice blanket, a cup of tea and his favorite book 🥺 I doubt it would help a lot though. I just want to shower this boi with love

literally jumping up and down. for so long i was nervous to post my takes on him hcishskshd.

psps also i see yall in my inbox dw imma get to you all :]

but your so right, ak!jay is so a feral dog/cat to me. I say dog because of his implication throughout the arkham comics and mainstream ones, that robin to jason was seen as bruces lap dog.

So i’ve always seen AK!jay as a “runner dog.” You know? The type that sees an open door and runs out of the house, wont come back for nothin.

But feral cat so describes his personality, the just standing and watching, and slowly warming up, is so him coded ,, anon ur soOOO right.

nsfw under da cut (light / not detailed :] ) ((also soft and warm hehe))

ill die on this hill,, he had NO interest in sex for so long, barely slipped his mind with training. Only got off to break off steam and he would just take his ass to bed.

and like anon said, even for basic things like holding your hand on his shoulder he gets so tense.

Subconsciously he’s waiting for something bad to happen, for it to be a trick, so it takes a really long time for him to weed those distrusts out :(

luv him soo bad needa hold his hand and feed him food.

his first time hes so quiet and stiff. hes not mentally freaking out, but again subconsciously hes expecting something bad to happen.

he feels like theres something under his skin tingling, the sensation that made him pull back many times before.

but nothing bad is happening, and it takes him awhile to accept that too.

The possibility has never seemed completely unreal to him, but really experiencing that kind of intimacy and love was so surreal to him.

When its over, he’s looking at you with big blown out eyes, and his mind is so quiet, in a good way, but most importantly that fog, that darkness he has felt for so long isn’t there. He feels so real and present in the moment.

He’s touching your skin, actually feeling and processing the way you feel against him, the texture of the cloth you two lay on, and your face.

Falls asleep, doesn’t dream. a peaceful night. he wakes up, the fogs back but he feels a little lighter when he walks :)

ak!jay dealing with everyone (including you and i my friend) thats in his tumblr tags ((link))

my rq are open im so happy people wanna hear me ramble abt his crazy ass fuckdjskbdkssndj !!!

[elizabethplaid]

So uh, I spent the last 3-ish hours playing "What Remains of Edith Finch". I knew the themes going in, but I didn't expect it to be so vivid and emotional, especially with a first-hand perspective. Holy fuck.

I got a little misty with Gregory (the baby), but I had to quit the game (and am currently taking a break) after Lewis (the brother that worked in a cannery). Oh my god, the [spoilers]!

The upper levels of the house are very cute. I'm tempted to make something inspired by this house in Sims 4. At the very least, Milton's "castle" room would be fun.

Anyway, I'm playing it through my phone-friend's Steam-library sharing feature. They asked that I report back what I thought of the game. The instant we got inside the kitchen, I knew why my friend liked this so much: the house is COVERED with books. This is the same friend that subtly bragged about having 2,200+ books in their collection.

So yeah, if you haven't cried in awhile and need some catharsis, "What Remains of Edith Finch" is pretty good for that. But please look up the warnings before you jump in. Some of the animal death and character death felt more graphic and literally up-close than I expected.

I love the house in this game, especially with all the details shown about each character. But I must steel my heart before I face it again. I'll report back again after I finish the game.