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Watching marketplace play Slay the Princess combined with my mega autism for open ended games where you remember the other playthroughs when playing again is like. A supernovautism.
#slay the princess#markiplier#I love games like this#oxenfree cough cough#tsp too#grrr#i hunger#i yearn to buy it#<<edit#no longer yearning cause i have the best girlfriend ever
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thank you for tagging me @ecstarry and @malchai !!
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thank u for the tag @augustinestears !!
shuffle my on repeat and let people vote on their fave from the first 5 songs
@ anyone that sees this and wants to do it
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high as hope <3
Favorite: June, with No Choir & Grace VERY VERY close behind
Least Favorite: sorry to Big God, buddy, you're gonna have to go!
Please feel free to send me more albums; I love getting share!
#my asks#i love games like this#high as hope#june#no choir#grace#i have a very specific memory of literally dancing in the rain to june after work one night in 2019#but grace i have used for so much writing#and no choir's vibes are immaculate#thank you for asking! i love asks!#florence + the machine
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the characters introduced in ch 0 are so cool, theyre making me giggle a bit
i think i see someone as mecore already too :3
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reminder to myself and whoever else needs it to stop feeding the machine. I'm aware I'm yelling into the void but look at the past couple years of games. They're pushing $70, $80, $100!!! for games that are completely unfinished, unpolished, and sometimes completely unplayable. Yes the game showcases were cool. The doom game looks sick and I don't even go there, but they're shaking the shiny keys to distract you and get you swept up in the hype. They're going to push so much fomo marketing to get you to jump for it full price.
Wait for sales. Wait and buy a used copy. Hell, wait a couple days (even hours!!!) after launch and reviews and breakdowns will start coming out. Our game backlogs are already packed, and mr big AAA studio can deal with some of us waiting to see if they actually delivered what was promised.
#I am whining to myself but preorder culture drives me insane#I love waiting ~2years after a game comes out and getting it for like $10#and all the patches are done! the updates are all there! dlc's out!#but feel free to reblog if you vibe#personal
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1.6 is coming—see you march 19th!!! 🥹🌱
#stardew valley#can you imagine pouring blood sweat & tears into a game#releasing it for like $15#and then working for 8 more years to add more content without asking for a cent more#for what could have easily been several dlc packs#i love you stardew valley i love you concernedape i love you indie games thank you for being my home all these years#EDIT: added image ID in the alt!!
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Wolverine being a confirmed boy kisser by Hugh Jackman.
#I’m a gaslighter I know. I’m trying to change my deceiving ways#I love how actors stay in mind of their characters and he’s like ‘with my boyfriend’ sir stop PLAYING MIND GAMES with me ughh#hugh jackman#he did it audience dude and HE’LL do it again#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett#wolverine#xmen#poolverine#deadclaws#Interviewers is just like me hmm hmm#Fanboy: Don't do it Wolverine!#WOLVERINE: YES
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my favorite genre of games is the one where you can gather a team of idiots and wander around with them doing sidequests
#this game is like everything i love in dragon age but mooore#and it also has a sexy elf with a tragic background and a funny mage with a proneness to blow up#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 astarion#bg3 karlach#bg3 gale#bg3 lae'zel#bg3 shadowheart#bg3 halsin#bg3 tav#bg3 fanart#baldurs gate 3
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#bg3#bg3 memes#baldur's gate 3#i feel like everytime i start a new game i need to make memes for it lol#anyway i love every companion so far#i'm sorry jaheira and minsc i have not gotten that far yet :( and i know nothing about minthara lol
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Death looms over Vanny's shoulder in FNAF..
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf vanessa#fnaf vanny#nightmare marionette#security breach#fnaf help wanted#horror art#nightmarionne#I like the idea nightmarionne is like a symbol of death#seeing their appearances in the games are pretty scattered#and their images shows up around tragedy#they are more of a watcher of it a witness#so I wanted to show this idea off with Vanessa#Vanessa being awoken from her daze#trying to understand what’s going on#only for it to slowly process the damage she has caused#frozen in fear over her own mind#a silent watcher looms over her shoulder#I love drawing Vanessa’s story out#I don’t think there’s been enough are depicting the things she’s probably gone thru
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#I’m like…sad sad about this game#it’s a good game but it’s not a good dragon age game#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#da4#It’s a good game it’s just not the one I wanted#I want to love it but I’m so disappointed#I’ll get there but I need a moment#this series is so special to me and I feel empty right now#veilguard’s fun it has its moments but I would’ve enjoyed it more if I knew nothing about about the ones that came before it
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The raven king, chapter ten
"How interesting," they say.
(and they say it a lot)
(i'm not kidding. the entirety of the first two books is just both of them saying how interesting the other is. it's suffocating.)
Another medicated Andrew! And black haired Neil!
The two first books hold such bangers, and clearly not enough people ramble about them. I'm a sucker for the relationship they have afterwards obviously, but even before that they're hilarious. Many underrated scenes that could be worth drawing.
Also I underestimated how Neil dress and presents himself - like: he wears oversized, worn out and faded, preferably light-colored clothes; messy curlyish hair with bangs; sports hoodies; JORTS-
... He's got a banger style actually.
#aftg#all for the game#the raven king#the kings men#neil josten#andrew minyard#andreil#twinyards#brotherly love and internal gay crises#neil keeps his hands in his pockets to feel the phone and keys andrew gave him and thats canon#just a reminder yknow#also did you know neil says the precise sentence 'im fine' exactly nine times in the raven king#like not 'its fine' or whatever just 'im fine'#yes i kept count#MUSE PROPAGANDA (this is an art tag)
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love you, love you, love you;
mr. crawling x reader
plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k
a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.
masterlist • ao3
Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.
Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.
And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.
Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).
So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.
You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.
Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.
You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.
You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…
That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.
That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.
So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.
You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.
The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.
Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.
Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.
It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.
Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.
Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.
“Close, close, close,” he repeated.
It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.
Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).
Words were never the problem, it seemed.
Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.
#homicipher#mr crawling#mr. crawling#homicipher fanfiction#homicipher x reader#homicipher x you#homicipher x mc#mr crawling x reader#mr crawling x you#mr crawling homicipher#homicipher headcanons#homicipher smut#mr crawling smut#homicipher mr crawling#yandere x reader#x reader fanfiction#cross posted on ao3#x you smut#x reader smut#xposted to ao3#i wrote this after a nap after playing the game for 4 hours straight and then i had this like dream about it#and i woke up ferally desiring mr crawling like it was insane#i wrote this with possessed and perhaps crazed love#i am very normal about fandoms thanks#yapping in tags again i see
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based on that one q&a... i'm a sucker for a pokemon crossover
#this is likely the first and last time i will ever EVER draw a digimon lol. i did it for you daisuke#eagle eyed viewers will notice i didnt draw jimmy. this is because i didnt want to#but also im convinced he wouldnt have a partner pokemon#i feel like hed think all the realistically obtainable ones were too lame or weak and would only settle for Mega Rayquaza#swansea to me is like the team rocket grunt whos Evil but has a crobat so youre like oh.. he also has a heart?!#like hes a jerk but his herdier loves him so maybe hes not that bad#mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#pokemon#weregarurumon#digimon#glaceon#pikachu#herdier#digital art#koob art#procreate#illustration#1k#2k
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my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰
#fom#fields of mistria#march#balor#art#fanart#not much to tag tbh#i do like march too but balor still takes the cake for me#i know i said that other one was my last fanart but i wanted to doodle march he looks easy to draw#and then balor happened too i cant help it#i just restarted the game im taking it slower this time#i really wish the dragonguard heist plan didnt fall through#cuz i wouldve loved to have isa just go try and grab balors keys#hehe#anyway march is canonically jacked right#not as much as his brother but he has the arms right#appearently balors eyes are brown but i have no idea what color marchs eyes are supposed to be#they just look black#love that the children are always on about balor being so mysterious#so real let me join the dragonguards#the amazing thing to me about balor is that i just did not give a shit about him in the promo art up until i met him in-game#like i saw him in the promos and was like cool whatever ill probably go for march...until i actually met him
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