#these games crash ALL. THE. FUCKING. TIME.

[hollowtones]

my month-late PAX West post (& a catalogue of some things I saw and did and bought in September / late August)

PAX West was very fun this year. It was my first ever PAX and it was my first convention at all in maybe a decade. Any excuse to see friends is a good one & I love hanging out with the RTVS crew whenever I have the time and money to travel. ^_^ I even got to see some friends I've never seen in person before!!! (Thank you to Jill and Evan for the "Petal Crash" pin & thank you to Taxi for stealing my name tag by accident.)

I am very shy, and I have very severe social anxiety that causes me a lot of problems in my day-to-day life, so I almost didn't go to the RTVS meetup. People there were very sweet, though, so I'm glad I did. It feels very heartening to have people come up to you and tell you what the things you've made have meant to them. It was very hard to not cry. LOL

If you stopped by to say hi, thank you very much. I've been thinking about it through all of September and smiling a lot about it. ^_^

The rest of this post is largely pics of things Puzz and I picked up for ourselves. (And a little bit of talking about some other things we did.) I thought it would be fun to catalogue them. I tend to be a little thrifty, so I got to splurge on my wife. LOL

These were mostly things we got for Puzz because I didn't want to worry about lugging things home in a suitcase. But she keeps telling me they're our things, which makes me smile every time I think about it. Some of the pins are for me. I'd like to put them on my backpack... Hopefully they don't fall off. Jackie and Dodogama are friends.

The "Chicory" bag is a bit of a funny story. Puzz and I saw the "Beastieball" booth in the corner of the indie section. Very fun demo. Very cute booth. They have cool merch! I thought I saw Lena Raine working the booth, and I got really shy & nervous about making a poor impression, so I just kind of hid behind my partner. (I wish I had said hi, in retrospect... but we live and we learn...) So we just kind of shuffle off to the merch desk and talk to a very nice man there while we pick up some things. I work up the guts to say that I really like these games and that they mean a lot to me!! The guy says, well thank you, that means a lot to me and the team. Wow! Real swell guy, I'm thinking to myself. A day or two later Puzz and I are out to lunch with some friends and I just suddenly go eyes wide & mouth agape because I put two and two together in my head and realize Oh holy shit that was Greg Lobanov wasn't it. LOL

Puzz found a cheap copy of "999: 9 Hours, 9 Persons, 9 Doors" for the DS at a retro game store's pop-up. They also had "A Bug's Life" for Game Boy Colour and a strategy guide for "Gex 3", both of which I wish I had picked up.

Mr. Basculin was a gift from Jake. Good news! Mr. Basculin is still alive.

This is all stuff that was given to me as gifts. (Aside from the con badges. They make you pay for those.) You've probably already seen the Bibi that Jake made me. "Chicken Run" was also from him. "Zapper" was from Puzz and the Gumby game (& the Bad Boe sticker) was from Scorpy. These games fuckin suck asshole!!!!!!!!! I'm obsessed with them & I'll cherish them forever. I also got a little rock and a human dog keychain.

I think Scorpy said a fan gave this to him at PAX East to pass to me eventually. I'm having a hard time reading the @ on it, but on the off-chance you see this: thank you so much. Every time I think about it I get a little teary-eyed. I want to get myself a little picture frame for it. (This is the first time someone's given me fanart like this before, and it made me very emotional. LOL)

Puzz and I only got 2-day passes for PAX, so we spent the rest of our time in Seattle hanging out with friends and seeing the sights. I don't feel like digging all the photos out right now, but we went to a really fucking nice jazz club (Dimitriou's Jazz Alley - great ambience, really good food, we saw Keiko Matsui live which was life-changing), we visited MoPOP (I hadn't been in years! It was alright! Puzz had some capital-t Thoughts about the whole place which was fun to listen to!), we rode the trains, I got a big bag of Dicks, we walked around downtown. There was this really nice coffee shop that I keep having dreams about, so I hope I can go back to Seattle soon. (Or at least eventually, next year.) Then we went to Portland for a day to say hi to a friend because the state was nearby.

Then we went back to Puzz's place in California. Then there was a major heatwave & a bunch of wildfires nearby... So we didn't have the chance to get out much in September. But that's okay. We've both been tired lately & I think we both badly needed some dedicated Not Doing Things time. It's just a shame that it was enforced by Dangerous Weather Conditions.

We got to visit some local friends and I got to try out more Bog-Standard Mediocre American Food. (Dunkin Donuts is just Tim Hortons. Olive Garden is kind of scary but the salad was really good and the breadsticks were fine. I had a middling hamburger from Jack In The Box tonight. Their milkshake was very good. I'm sure I'm forgetting others.) I went to a Macy's for the first time and the layout of the store made me have a panic attack. We went for nice walks and saw lots of nice critters and plants. I got to swim! I watched a mediocre PlayStation presentation! I turned 30 years old! Puzz took me to a very fancy and really nice Italian place for my birthday, in case you were worried that I was only eating garbage here. LOL

We got a lot of books.

Maybe too many. Also a Miles Davis vinyl for myself & some Gunpla as an early birthday gift for Puzz. And also the cookbook was a gift from family. But I'm very excited to tuck into more of these, hopefully soon. Some were for me and some were for Puzz but knowing us we're going to go "hey, I liked this one, you check it out" or "hey, I didn't like this one, but maybe you will" for a lot of them. I'm gonna start with "Annihilation" and the game essays book. ("House of Leaves" is a second copy for us, because my copy was originally Puzz's and I wanted them to be able to read it too.) I don't have room in my bags for much more than what I came here with, so we're gonna ship some of the books to each other when we're done reading.

It's been a very nice month... I feel very thankful to have a life full of love like this. I don't think I have anything else to add to this post! Thanks for reading.

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

L&DS + Chase Atlantic!ᯓ★♫

synopsis: Each L&DS man w/ a song from chase atlantic i think fits them with a small drabble

tags: nsfw, vulgar, explicit, creampie(s), choking

a/n: i’ve been listened to chase atlantic again on REPEAT and i couldn’t stop thinking abt how much “friends” reminded me of Zayne and that’s how this idea came to be… enjoy!!!!

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.“𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩…𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥….𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩” - “Into It”ᯓᡣ𐭩

Is actually, in so deep. He’s deep into every hobby you do, wanting to understand your likes and dislikes. He’s into you and everything you share with him.

Xavier's obsession with you runs deep, and he makes sure you feel every inch of it as he thrusts into you, slow and relentless, his cock buried deep inside your dripping pussy. He can't get enough of the way your body responds to him, the way your walls squeeze him tight, soaking wet as he pushes in harder, deeper, his hands gripping your hips like he never wants to let go. He's all over you-his lips on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he groans into your ear, lost in the feel of you wrapped around him. His cock slams into you, hitting that sweet spot again and again, making you cry out his name, your body trembling as he fucks you harder. The sounds of your moans, the wet slap of your bodies colliding, drive him insane. “Y/n, feels so good…” He's completely lost in you, thrusting with everything he has, watching as you fall apart beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you come. But Xavier doesn't stop— he can't. He needs more, craves more, his pace quickening as he chases his own release, desperate to feel you come again around him, until he's spilling deep inside you, groaning your name as he's completely consumed by how fucking good you feel.

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.”𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣…𝙎𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙖” - “Swim”ᯓᡣ𐭩

Such a fitting song for glub glub glub.

Rafayel also doesn't hold back, his cock already rock-hard as he presses you down into the sheets, one hand fisting in your hair as he thrusts into you, deep and slow, like he's savoring every second of the way your hole clenches around him. His breath is hot against your neck, low groans vibrating through your skin as he moves deeper, hitting that perfect spot that has you gasping his name. His pace is steady but relentless, pushing you closer to the edge with each thrust. You can feel the tension coil tight in your belly as his grip on your hips tightens, pulling you against him, hard and deep. “I could drown in you, cutie”. The sounds you make drive him insane— every moan, every cry pushing him closer to losing control. Rafayel doesn't stop until you're completely unraveling beneath him, your pussy throbbing, drenched, as he keeps fucking you through your release, lost in the feel of you wrapped tight around him, waves and waves of pleasure.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.”𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩…𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨” - “Friends” ᯓᡣ𐭩

This is quite literally the most perfect song to describe you and Zayne.

Zayne is a tease, not so obviously as to keep you guessing. But he's not playing games anymore. His cock presses insistently against you, the tip already slick with precum as he grinds his hips into you, pushing you up against the wall. His lips crash into yours, his tongue demanding entrance as his hands pull your panties down, fingers sliding between your folds, finding your clit and rubbing slow, tight circles until you're trembling. "You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" he growls, his voice rough with need as he slides his cock between your soaked folds, teasing you until you're desperate for more. When he finally pushes into you, it's hard and fast, the stretch of him filling you completely, making you gasp.

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you arch into him, your pussy clenching tight around his cock as he fucks you hard and rough, leaving no room for hesitation. Every thrust has you seeing stars, your body shaking as you come undone around him, knowing this was never just friendship—it's so much more than that.

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.”𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬, 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙…...𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣” - “Slow down”ᯓᡣ𐭩

A fitting don’t for our motorcyclist who’s obsessed with you, and possessive in his nature.

Sylus is in total control, and he's going to make sure you feel every inch of it.

His cock slides into you slowly, stretching you wide, the wet heat of your pussy swallowing him inch by inch as he holds you down, one hand gripping the back of your neck, keeping you exactly where he wants you. His pace is maddening, slow and deliberate, every thrust pushing deeper, filling you completely until you're begging for more. "Slow down," he whispers in your ear, his voice a low growl, “…we have all night sweetie”, his breath hot against your skin as he pulls out almost completely before slamming back into you, hitting that perfect spot that has you moaning into the pillow. Your pussy clenches tight around him, dripping wet, but he doesn't let up—he knows how much you want it, how much you need him to take you harder, faster. But Sylus is patient, dragging it out until your body is shaking, the pressure building until you're on the verge of breaking. When he finally lets go, picking up the pace, thrusting into you harder and faster, you come undone, your body trembling as he fucks you through your orgasm, your pussy pulsing around his cock until he loses himself in you completely.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[swappedandtrapped]

Rent Help - Part 1

Hey, first thing I'm posting here. Character consistency with AI is difficult for me, so just go with it.

It wasn't a good time in my life. The pandemic hit, making me unemployed. I stayed at home to avoid getting sick and with nothing to do I was starting to find any excuse to go out of my room. I was renting this flat with another guy I found on Craigslist, Roy.

Roy was my age, he moved in from some place outside the county a few years ago and we managed to stay out of each others' way. Maybe except a few times I heard his booming voice shout at the TV, cursing other players in some online game. He was also too comfortable in the house, taking off his shirt and staying like that even when guests came over.

Slowly, the world came back to order. The quarantines stopped, but I was still out of a job. I ended up searching for a long while. I was struggling and really tried to be frugal. Eating cheap, saving up, the usual. But my savings were about to run out.

I was desperate, and even though I felt bad doing so, I asked Roy if he could lend me the money for rent. Roy, to my disappointment, refused. He said he had really bad experiences with friends he lent money to, but never payed him back. I begged, said it was a sure thing, I was willing to do anything, sign contracts, whatever he wanted.

"Sorry man," He said. "You know how it is, I can't let my friends owe me money," He insisted. "But if you're willing to do something for me in return, I think we can still work something out." I was hesitant. "What do you mean? Like doing your laundry?" "Well. Sort of." He smiled. "Just make sure to be free this weekend so you could help me with that thing." It was either that or become homeless, so I jumped to hug him "Yes, of course! Anything! Thanks man!" "No worries. I'll give you the details Friday morning."

The week went by quick. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but I guessed it was just some house work or doing errands for him. He was straight, so anything sex related was out of the question. I relaxed and knew that I won't be kicked out of my place. At least this month.

…

Friday morning came, but my alarm didn't go off. I woke from the direct sunlight peaking through the window curtains when I knew that my window was facing west. But the first thing that I knew was wrong was the smell. Something smelled... Wrong... Like someone else's laundry. In my half-asleep state, I turned on my side to get my phone to check the time. Eyes still closed, I couldn't feel the phone on my nightstand. I opened my eyes to see where the hell was it, but my heart stopped when I first saw my hand.

It definitely wasn't my hand. Darker skin, hairier, and a bit bigger than mine. I saw it was attached to a foreign arm with the same features of the hand. Darker skin, more hair, and bigger than mine. I gasped in fright and used the hand and arm to take off the blanket and reveal what was underneath.

Not my body. This is definitely not my body. I was wearing only pajama shorts, which I never do. My chest was thick, heavy, and hairy. My gut spilling over its own weight. My legs wiggled with fat from my movement. Wait, is this… Roy's body? I touched my chin and felt the beard Roy had. I took a look up from my body and saw I was actually in his bed, which is also in his room. What the fuck happened to me? What is going on? I run to a mirror to see if my fear is true. All I saw was Roy, having the same expression of horror I had.

I screamed, only to quickly stop and cover my mouth. What the hell was this sound coming out of me? "Ahh, test, test." I tried to listen and realized I also heard Roy's voice coming my throat. MY throat! I couldn't escape it. I tried looking for a way out of this body, clawing my skin to find an opening, but all I did was hurt myself.

I was out of breath. I started to sweat. The world was spinning and I had to sit down. After crashing on the shared living room sofa, my heartbeat lowered to a normal pace, but I was still shocked. "What the fu-" I said, surprised again to hear Roy's accent through my teeth. Was this a dream? What the fuck is going on?

"Can you keep it down? It's barely 8 o'clock." a voice behind me said. My voice. My real voice. I looked up to see who I assumed was "Roy?". I stood up to face him. "I didn't think you'd wake up this early, but whatever, I guess we can do this now." "You… You knew about this?" I stammered. "Wait. Did YOU do this?!" "Don't make a big deal out of it man, I told you I'll needed you on Friday." "FOR WHAT!?" I shouted, with his booming voice. "For replacing you?!"

"Don't give yourself too much credit. It's just for this weekend.". He started getting ready to go out. "And I don't need you to replace me, I just needed to not be me for a bit." "WHAT THE FUCK ROY?!" I started getting out of breath again. Maybe even a low-key panic attack. "Why didn't you say anything about that? I thought I was just gonna clean your room or something!"

"I don't understand why you're so upset. You're getting free rent money for basically just sitting on your ass all day." "Because you TOOK MY BODY." "Don't be dramatic, it's just for the weekend. I'm borrowing it." He put on my coat on his way out. "Couldn't you tell me before? How did you even do this?"

"That's not important, I've had this thing since I was little." He started putting on my shoes and tying his shoelaces. Listen, if you don't want this, we can switch back now, but forget about the rent. I'm not giving out free money. It's your choice."

I started to form an insult, but quickly realized this might be my only option. And is being in Roy's body for a weekend really that bad?

"And this is just for the weekend?" "Yes." "And all I have to do is stay here?" "Or go out, I don't care. I just need your body." "But why?" "That's where the money comes in. Most of the pay is for you being discreet about this." The gears in my head turned. "What, like something illegal? Sex? Don't do weird shit in my body." "Nothing sketchy, I promise, but I really need to go. I'll be back tomorrow."

He closed the door after him, leaving me still shocked at the situation he got me into.

Thanks for reading. Part 2 out soon.

[shungieshrieks]

Playing through the Dragon Age series has not been a nice little treat like I thought it would. Although I do have a greater appreciation for DA2 now, the EA App fucking sucks, holy shit.

[shxxmisafreak]

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to quicksave. quicksave. quicksave. quicksave . quick save . qui

[vaguely-concerned]

it really is hilarious how little objective quality has to do with how much I'll love an RPG. larian makes games that are objectively very good, but don't really resonate with me personally when I play them, for whatever reason. bioware makes games of wildly erratic levels of quality that cause my soul to vibrate at pitches heard only by dolphins and god.

[badolmen]

I wish we got more moments of the Walkers being Family like. The opening of “Brave New World” where Hesh says he let Logan sleep a bit longer because he figured he could use the rest set the bar too high for the rest of the campaign. You don’t really get anything like that line again - there’s the “Sin City” and “The Ghost Killer” cutscenes as well but those are both high tension, ‘holy shit don’t hurt my brother/I am dying son but I’m proud of you’ lines. And honestly Hesh’s “All or Nothing” Rorke File where he talks about his misplaced guilt after losing Elias…it’s almost a bit weird that he doesn’t reference how Logan is handling it at all (especially considering he was the one manhandled into shooting their father).

I guess the first unlockable Rorke File where Elias talks about taking the boys to the beach counts, and Hesh’s “Logan’s got my back, and I got his. He’s my brother.” but it just feels a bit stilted compared to the natural tenderness of the “Brave New World” opening.

[indiiglow]

um.

why am I in the elden backrooms

[graceful-not]

this guy joining Echo in Ninjago Characters I AM Going To Be Thinking About Forever btw.

[doberrrman]

was looking for more stuff to do in rw, so i decided to do a 100% surv run. I'm pretty sure I got all passages, but honestly idc this was quite the pain in the ass ngl

[spoopy-arcade]

Sorry I'm not posting alot anyway I've been busy playing crash bandicoot 4 non stop these days and I've lost my sanity

[swappedandtrapped]

Rent Help - Part 2

Read part 1

Roy closed the door after him, leaving me still half-shocked at the situation. I felt disgusting. I was still soaking in sweat by this whole rude awakening, and I smelt awful. Like Roy always did. I couldn't do this. I couldn't stay in this sweaty piece of shit of a body. I decided I HAVE to take a shower and clean myself. At least get this sweaty stench off of me.

I wasn't thrilled about having to see myself naked in Roy's body, but I knew it was only a matter of time until I had to. I turned on the hot water and stripped. Trying not to look down, I started cleaning myself and noticed many things in Roy's body I didn't before. How he's actually a bit shorter than me, how thick he was, how soft his body felt (excluding his rough hands).

At some point, I started moving down and was finally confronted with the lower half of Roy's body. It was painful for me to see his stubby dick peeking out of a hairy bush. "I'm stuck with this for now, but it's only temporary." I tried to tell myself, cringing again at how Roy's voice came out of me.

I dried up and went to my room to get dressed, but I found this to be more challenging than I thought. After barely fitting into my underwear, I tried picking a shirt, but I couldn't find anything to fit my new size. I tried putting on one of my baggiest shirts, but I just couldn't fit. I struggled with it for a good minute before starting to sweat again and admitting defeat. There was no other choice other than to go to Roy's room and wear something he had in my new size. I ended up taking underwear and light shorts but found out that all of his shirts were in the wash. Of course. I took one from his laundry basket and took a sniff of Roy's essence. "Hmm… Clean enough.".

I spent the rest of the day trying not to think about the fact that I was in Roy's body.

I tried reading one of my books, but it was hard to concentrate for some reason. It took me a few times to understand what's going on. I thought it was just an older book with older English, but maybe it was because I had to constantly look at his think hand and fingers holding the book.

Later on, I tried one of his video games, thinking it could pass the time better. I started up the console and connected to some sort of multiplayer shooting game. I got the hang of things pretty quickly and started winning matches. Maybe I also got Roy's muscle memory along with his body? But my winning streak was soon met with my annihilation by the opposing team. "Kus ummak!" I shouted in anger to the empty house on instinct. Why did I say that?

The day went on with nothing of note. I stayed home all day, had a nap, played games. At some point, I answered Roy's phone and pretended to be him to avoid suspicion. I was weird, talking to someone I don't know with no issue. Like I knew what he wanted to hear.

Evening came, and there was still no sign of Roy in my body. I was starting to worry since I was at his mercy in this situation. I realized he could just disappear, and I would never see my body again. With this new fear, I called my phone to make sure he's coming back soon.

He answered the call, talking through the Bluetooth speaker in his (or my?) car. "Hey, what's up?" He said. "You're on speaker with the guys." I heard some laughter in the background. Was he hanging out with MY friends?!"

"Ah, yeah, hey." I said, trying to cover up the fact I was blackmailed into lending my body. "Just wanted to check when you're coming back. It's getting late."

I heard my friends in the background again. "Why is he acting like your dad?" "Haha he's lonely. Fucking cringe."

My face became red with embarrassment.

"It's ok, man. We're on our way back. Be there in 30."

"Ok, hurry up."

"Don't worry, going str-"

The call ended with a horrible crashing sound ringing in my ear. I was stunned. What just happened? I called again. No answer. I was in panic mode. Called again. Nothing. My heart was beating so fast, my body sweating again from the anxiety. Did he crash my fucking car?

The fourth time was a dud. Only at the 5th try I got an answer.

"ROY! DID YOU FUCKING CRASH MY CAR?" I shouted.

"What?" It was my voice, but Roy was clearly disoriented.

"JUST ANSWER. ARE YOU OK???"

"Yeah. I mean, maybe. Now I'm not so sure. My head got hit real bad. I'm bleeding."

"Fuck." That's my head that's gonna need to recover. "What about the others?"

"They're fine. They called me an ambulance."

"Thank god." I sighed in relief. "I was so sure all of you died."

"Haha it would take a bit more to kill me Roy."

My blood ran cold. "What did you call me?"

"Your name. Roy. Did I say something else? I really need them to check my head."

Again. I was stunned. Was he calling me that because my friends were near or did he really hit his head that bad?

"Hey, umm, are your friends with you?"

Roy sighed. "No, they're waiting by the wreck, I went aside for a bit to call everyone."

Stunned again.

"Listen Roy, I need to call my insurance, we'll talk later, ok?"

The phone slipped from my hands and fell to the floor. He thinks he's me? There's no way. No fucking way.

No. Fucking. Way.

When he finally came back, my fears were confirmed. He really forgot ever being himself or having the ability to swap bodies for that matter. I tried to convince him, make his memories re-appear. But nothing worked. He dismissed me and called me crazy no matter how hard I tried. At some point, he was fed up and locked himself in my room.

I was almost sobbing. This was it. I was stuck in his fucking body with no way to go back. With no other choice, I went to Roy's room and leaned against his bed. On his floor. In his body. Knowing that I will now have to live his life.

Thanks for reading. Part 3 maybe?

[fionnaskyborn]

for the longest time i was a loss as to what to bring to the potluck because i thought i should bring something good and of high quality but then i realized that i was supposed to be having fun and that the whole point of the event is to have fun. so here i am, smiling at you, handing you a doodle of Guys From My AU because, let's face it, if i were to make a full illustration for any of them i'd only be able to participate in Potluck 2027. look at the itty bitty bastards :)

(the lineup is missing the team's AI but he was too darn itty bitty to draw next to the already ittybitty-fied Big Dudes)

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

I know this has been ragged on a million times but I gotta

[skitskatdacat63]

I'm so paranoid. My cats were downstairs knocking off books from a table, but all I hear is banging, and my house is old so random shit like that shakes the house somehow. So I'm sitting here in pure fear, imagining someone breaking in and then I go downstairs and I'm like oh. Cat.

[nekrophoria]

Okay, yeah I give up.