#the crush house game

[amiracleilluminated]

Film and produce 1999's hottest reality TV show: The Crush House! Select a crush-worthy cast, satisfy voracious audiences and keep the show on air to uncover the sinister secrets behind this darkly comic thirst-person shooter. The Crush House demo, 2024 Developed by Nerial, published by Devolver Digital

[ladythornofrivia]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, you could dracarys me like how you dracarys the Riverlands, or take me as a prize of war and i'd still ride you.

[dykedvonte]

I think Curly’s monologue in the How Fish Are Made DLC gives so much insight to why he thinks the way he does but is also so sad cause it’s just this anger from a person who no longer has the energy to be angry.

You can tell a lot of it’s directed at himself, his choices and how he thinks they affected the people in his life. How he tried to work with what he had and it just wasn’t enough both by the design and how he interacted with it. He’s bitter, he’s upset but he’s also accepting it in a place he really isn’t expected to. But then again that’s always a problem he’s had.

It really goes in tandem with how he is characterized in mouthwashing as we really don’t get those inner turmoils. He’s always trying to help people with theirs and his gets clouded through a different persons view.

[izel-scribbles]

dead pixel

(click for hd // sketches under the cut)

lesbian situationship got me so fucked up i got obsessed with a new thing 😔

[lunarharp]

..polly pocket au.. (<- a type of doll.)

[knight-of-flowerss]

cregan stark headcannons for crushing or a blurb pls ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hii!! I sadly haven’t watched season 2 yet so these are js going off fanon and stuff 😭

Also I’m sorry if this isn’t the best I haven’t wrote properly in a good few months 😭

HOTD Masterlist

CREGAN STARK HEAD CANONS || SFW ||

🃃 Cregan Stark is a stoic man. A Stark man. A full beard at such a young age (ik that in the show he don’t have a beard or summin but these are my head canons and he’s a Stark so-).

🃟 He’s the Winterfell darling basically. It was a running ‘joke’ that every girl wants him and every man wants to be him. And it was 100% true.

🃃 And this is how you ended up here. Staring at the young lord with adoration infecting your eyes.

🃟 Your young heart couldn’t contain the crush that had bubbled over. You had known of this man barely a few months and thanks to your brother, you saw him pretty much everyday.

🃃 Preparing for war wasn’t easy for anyone. But with Cregan’s dashing smile reassuring your family during this crisis, how could you not swoon?

🃟 His eyes, his hair, his beard, his smile. Everything about this man was perfect, you melted whenever you saw him.

🃃 Every time your mother was called into a meeting with Cregan, your brother and your step-father, you jumped at the opportunity to accompany her, claiming that “We’re family mother, we should stick by eachother.”.

🃟 Yes you just lied to your dear mother to get closer to your little crush, do you give a fuck? Fuck no. I mean have y’all seen the Starks? They’re literal sex gods.

🃃 In these meetings, you sat down near the vast table they often bickered at over battle tactics while you started in awe at them all, admiration of your mother, respect for your brother, intimidation of your step-father and desire for Cregan.

🃟 While sat in these meetings you’ll take sneaky glances over at Cregan and for a while, he didn’t even glance your way, give you a passing thought. But after a while you noticed his eyes… lingering.

🃃 One day you were walking around Dragonstone with Joffrey, admiring the sheer beauty of your home when all of a sudden, long dark locks catch your attention.

🃟 At first glance you thought it was Jace, he grew his hair out and really started to become your father more and more with each passing day.

🃃 You look down and see expensive furs trailing the floor as the cape the figure was wearing sweeped up any un-seen muck from the ground.

🃟 You trailed your eyes up and met with frosty-grey eyes peering back at you.

🃃 A sly smirk adorns his rough face, his eyes burning holes into yours.

🃟 Your cheeks flush as your lips part, plump and soft, your front teeth peeking through.

🃃 His large frame stalks towards you, boots beating on the stone floors, striding with a cunty confidence.

🃟 The seven had surely blessed this man. He was sent from the Maiden herself.

🃃 A shadow casts over you, the sun immediately cowering from your soft features. Your doe eyes peer up, looking past your dark decorated hair to trail up to his face.

🃟 After a lengthy few seconds of sexually charged silence, Joffrey speaks up.

🃃 “When are we going to the library sister?”

🃟 You blinked out of your trance. Your head moving towards your baby brother while your eyes stay on Cregan’s, but eventually your eyes drift away from him and set upon your brother.

🃃 “Uh- oh yes uhm, we’ll go now brother.”, your head moves to Cregan, “It’s nice to see you again Lord Stark, I hope it won’t be the last time we all see each other on this visit of yours.”

🃟 Cregan nods, once curved lips, that formed a smirk, fall into a flat line as he agrees, “Of course your grace, I’ll see you both in the hall for the feast.”

🃃 The next time you see the rugged man, it’s the feast in the hall a few hours later.

🃟 You were sat with Joffrey on your left and your other little brother Viserys. Your baby brother had smacked his food out of the maids hands so you offered to feed him something while she cleaned the very large mess.

🃃 Your hand dips the spoon into the oats to lift a hefty amount onto the cutlery, heading towards your huffy brothers opened mouth, little did you know his hand would fly up and smack the spoon into your face.

🃟 A shocked gasp left your mouth as you stared at Viserys, his face lighting up and giggling, you couldn’t help the soft smile that graced your oat-y features.

🃃 You quickly got up and went to clean up before anyone noticed and you didn’t want the attention on you due to your appearance.

🃟 But as you hurried through the doors to clean up, eyes followed your body across the hall. Cregan’s mouth curved into a smile and a small chuckle left his lips.

🃃 But, when you came back you saw something that angered you, more than any amount of oats poured on you could.

🃟 A young woman, a daughter of some Lord that was supporting your mother, was throwing herself all over Cregan.

🃃 And he was enjoying it.

🃟 ‘I shouldn’t be jealous,

you aren’t even mine.’

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

[harringroveera]

Harringrove summer camp counselors AU?

[indiegamesource]

The Crush House by Nerial

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[succubusdivinity]

Hmmmmmmmmmm..... I may have a type

[amiracleilluminated]

The Crush House, 2024

[mrs-sharp]

If someone looks through my camera roll:

Special thanks to everyone who provides me with gifs and screenshots. 💖

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Sonic Heroes: Main Theme of Sonic Heroes • We Can: Theme of Team Sonic • Stage 01: Seaside Hill • Stage 02: Ocean Palace • Follow Me: Theme of Team Rose • System Screen: Select • Stage 03: Grand Metropolis • Stage 04: Power Plant • Special Stage: Bonus Challenge • Stage 05: Casino Park • Stage 06: Bingo Highway • Battle: Casino Area • This Machine: Theme of Team Dark • Boss: Robot Carnival / Robot Storm • Stage 07: Rail Canyon • Stage 08: Bullet Station • Team Chaotix: Theme of Team Chaotix • Boss: Egg Albatross • Event: Disquieting Shadow • Stage 09: Frog Forest • Stage 10: Lost Jungle • Special Stage: Emerald Challenge • Stage 11: Hang Castle • Stage 12: Mystic Mansion • Stage 13: Egg Fleet • Stage 14: Final Fortress • Event: Metal Sonic... the Ultimate Overlord • Last Boss ver.1: Metal Madness • What I'm Made of...: Last Boss - ver.2 / Metal Overlord • Event: Finale... Adventure Must Go On

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[taisgf]

f. arya stark drabble (wlw)

A/N: grew up with the fattest crush on arya so this is in her honour arya my queen

Her memories of you are more than fond- looking back on them and feeling her heart clench, a warm feeling encompassing her soul. Arya remembers sneaking off to mess around with the bows and arrows away from Catelyn’s strict eye, spending hours missing each target and laughing until your bellies’ hurt. No care that it was a boy’s sport, no place for girls or unladylike- she never cared. Never. Especially not with you. Not when she had that nagging feeling whenever you were around, the feeling that she couldn’t shake- that she had to be the best, to do right by you. That she couldn’t let herself look like less than, revelling in the need to look strong.

She remembers growing older, sitting on her bed together with Nymeria curled at your feet, raking your hands through her soft white fur- an odd part of her wishing it was her hair that your hands caressed, instead. She could never quite explain that, and the feeling all but went away as she spent more and more time by your side. Even today, as a woman grown, it lingers deep in her chest.

Arya remembers when you were both maybe 11 or 12, no more than little girls. She recalls a dinner in Winterfell’s grand hall, listening to your fathers talk about what good man to wed you off to. Arya, a young Tully prince- and you, some uptight Arryn common boy. Arryn, of all families. Arya remembers the pang in her chest as the words hit her ears, the way her fist gripped her skirt, fist balled so tight her knuckles glowed an odd shade of white. She could never place why. Although, she never paid it much mind- the burning feeling in her heart too great to push back in her mind.

She remembers that night, running off before the end of supper and sitting on the peak of a tower bordering the city with you. The two sets of legs, thighs pressed together, dangling down as you sat in silence. She remembers how quiet your voice was as you admitted how scared you were. Arya wanted nothing more to protect you, in that moment- wanting to find that bow and arrow and shoot whatever stupid Arryn boy right in his chest, to be your knight in shining armour.

She remembers admitting to you that night, legs locked together, that she never cared for the princes like Sansa did. Never at all. She remembers the feeling, the soar of her heart, when you expressed the same. That you’d much rather spend time with her. That you’d always felt differently about her- how you believed you always would.

Arya remembers the sting, the imprint you left in your absence. As she left Winterfell to train in King’s Landing, and as you were dragged away to the Eyrie at the command of your father, even then the feeling didn’t leave. For years and years, your memory lingered at the forefront of her mind. Only was it relieved in those fleeting moments when you would see eachother back at Winterfell, your gazes meeting for no more than a split second.

Arya remembers the stinging jealousy, seeing some man sat possessively beside you at the next feast your families shared- the ring on your finger, his surname overridden yours, the broadening of your hips, the way your figure had matured. How she wishes she was there to see it. To feel it. She imagines running her calloused hands over your soft skin like she did while teaching you to shoot, softly guiding your hand.

She remembers that night, meeting you in your quarters after you whispered a simple ‘come see me’ in passing. Seeing you clad in your robes, fire lit, wine perched on a desk. Talking for hours, the soft white fur of a rug beneath her feet. Words growing slurred, bottles steadily emptying. The feeling of your lips on her’s, hands finally in her hair, your skin beneath her fingertips, the sounds spilling from your lips, the confessions you both blurted in fear of never getting another chance. The fear painted on your face after- yet something deeper lingering in your eyes.

If Arya didn’t know any better, she’d say it was love.

She remembers knowing, in that moment, that it was always going to be you. Knowing she wouldn’t settle for any less than you- but maybe she had always known that.

[callie-the-creator]

girl dinner GIIIIRL dinner