#thread ❀ pubby.........

[sereneshymn]

@egittae ; Riding +1

Rafiel, of course, has ample experience being around wolves. More than he ever expected to get in his younger years - after all, the mere existence of Wolf Laguz was a fact known to none. More, too, than an average person would have, he imagines. Not your regular wolves, either - exceptionally large ones, powerful beyond compare, big enough to ride on comfortably, smart, crafty and highly intelligent. In his case, capable of speech, sometimes in multiple languages.

All in all, the kind of wolves that most people would likely approach with a high dose of fear; to them, they've been friends, or almost more like a surrogate family. They took him in when he had nothing and no one else, after all. For that reason, he has fondness for them, too - even though he is fully aware the Academy's wolves are not quite the same. They are no laguz, of course, and he knows that.

But he still loves and appreciates them all the same, for they remind him of the only light he had in his life for twenty long years. And perhaps these pups are able to sense his positive feelings towards them, surrounding him while he sits on the floor, pushing themselves onto his lap as he carefully brushes their soft fur one after another, or playing off to the side, nibbling on his feathers, eliciting soft chuckling from him.

That is how someone would find him, were they to enter the kennel in this very moment. Rafiel stirs at the sound of the noise before looking up to see a tall, blonde man coming in. A few pups, curious, roll towards the entrance to examine the newcomer.

The Heron smiles and nods in greeting.

"Oh, hello. Here to look after the pups as well? I'm Rafiel, please come in... Helping hands would be appreciated, it's almost feeding time."

Pubby......... || Rafiel & Lambert

[blorbologist]

I’ve been losing my marbles since yesterday - look at this incredible pixel commission @sivsii​ made for me!

it’s VEX and GALDRIC and that DAMN THREAD OF FATE and the feathers are SO SOFT and im!!! KJNTRGKNKTRN AAAAA 

[bigfuckingcrab]

Really disappointed that none of the rightwing nutjob customers with their faschie gruntstyle trash clothes at my work has tried to start shit over me blasting songs like Leaving Jesusland or Freedumb or Murder the Government I so desperately want to see their stupid fuckin faces when I calmly disregard their poopy diaper tantrums

[iiroiiros]

Jumps into those arms gleefully!

Not a single word. Just opens his arms.

[subskz]

...

THE CHOKER??!?!?!??! THE EARS??!?!?!? CHRISTOPHER WHEN I CATCH U!!!!!!!!

PUPPY!CHRIS!!!!!!! PUBBY!!! AHABS AJWHWISB JAJWUWBWKQ ANANANWJWMWOWOWNE

okie that is all 🩷🩷🩷🫶💖

THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!

the fact that his collar says chris 😹 just loud and proud in bright shiny letters what does he want from us 😹😹😹 not only that but the ears…the mask that looks like a muzzle…the way he rubbed his face on the dog plushie oh my god pink he’s just a puppy i am hanging on by a thread

[foggyxrayspecs]

Love your series!!! Do Yelena’s friends have pets or like the other widows? I know Natasha and Pubby, of course!

FORCED TO FIGHT

Thank you for the prompt, anon! Some do, but not all. Oksana is that one friend with a lot of pets that will only rest when all her friends have pets.

Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy pet play

Word Count: ~2100

A/N 1: Check this out for a list of all the characters (and their pets) in @scarlettwlw's Widow AU. A/N 2: This blurb takes place nine days after the 10-part series. A/N 3: I'm taking next week off from writing, but I’ll still be around for shenanigans. <3!

Excerpt: Displaying a surprising burst of self-discipline, you let the pup have the rest of the treats. ... You walk to your owner and sit next to her, letting your body lean back on Yelena's quiet strength. Your eyes drift half-closed as she threads her hands into your hair from behind, gently scratching your scalp and rubbing your ears.

FORCED TO FIGHT

Yelena was laughing at something snide Sonya had just said when her phone buzzed. Her second-in-command has a wit almost as deadly as her knife throws.

"Oksana. Good to hear from you. You are on speaker with Sonya," Yelena bites back a grin. "And she's being shady." 

"Yelena. Shady Sonya. Thank you for picking up. Would you be open to making a visit to the Center? We've got a special case that Bear might be able to help with."

Yelena looks down at you, finds your eyes, and lifts one eyebrow. She looks up at Sonya with a question, who nods easily.

"Of course. We are thirty minutes out."

####

Oksana meets you, Yelena, and Sonya at the gate of ​​The Center for HK9 Rescue and Rehabilitation. Her smile was just as warm as you remembered as she hugged the widows. Oksana drops down on her haunches with your owner's permission and lets you sniff her hand. You politely take what's offered and nudge her fingers with your nose. She gives you gentle scritches under your chin.

"Thank you for coming so quickly. Some of the 18 animals we rescued on the Reznikov property were very, very under-socialized. Unfortunately, there's one that is not responding. I am wondering if Bear could help us get through to them. They won't let any of the others near."

"Are they dangerous?" Yelena furrows her eyebrows.

"No," says Oksana. "Quite the opposite. We think she was in the beginning stages of becoming a 'bait dog.'"

"That sounds like she's had… a very tough time," murmurs Yelena. 

Oksana looks up at her and sighs, shifting back up to stand. You frown at the loss of scritches. "Yes, unfortunately. A bait dog is one of the sacrificial lambs that assist the other HK-9s in learning to fight by building confidence and giving live reactions to reward their aggression. Typically, they are not trained or flunked out of training at an earlier stage. They have enough defiance to be forced to fight. But, to ensure that the future fighting dog wins and the bait dog loses, they are often starved and dehydrated."

“Christ,” Sonya breathes. 

Oksana hums in agreement. "Talia and I have had no real luck bringing the little one out of their shell. Usually, animals follow a 3-3-3 rule when getting acclimated here. Three days of feeling overwhelmed and nervous, three weeks of settling in, and three months of building trust and bonding. It's been nine days, and she still won't eat or stand up in front of us. She's one of the most shut-down that I've ever met. It does not bode well."

Yelena slips her hand on Oksana's shoulder and squeezes, "You do such strong work here. We are happy to do what we can to help." 

Oksana takes a ragged breath and nods, "you have my thanks. Let's wash up, and then I can show her to you."

####

After a thorough paw-washing and a few sprays of disinfectant, Oksana leads your group to the observation room in the HK-9 private quarters. The chamber looks into three adjoining suites. Oksana nods to the minder monitoring all of the pups through the two-way mirror glass. Two of the suites have multiple HK-9 in various stages of activities, mostly eating, playing with toys, and napping. The areas were quartered into sections, each with a pillowed bed, chair, and small cabinet. Oksana motions to a seemingly empty room. "This is the one. They called her Squirt., and she’s a few months younger than Bear."

Yelena and Sonya move closer to peer inside, not finding hide nor hair of the pup.

"You two are welcome to stay here while I take Bear inside," Oksana offers. Yelena frowns. 

"I'll stay," Sonya smirks. "I don't think this one will let their cub out of sight." Yelena sniffs a response.

"Of course," Oksana smiles knowingly. "Ready?"

####

The room was clean and bright. With bay windows facing the fields outside, the wide ledge would be an excellent place to nap in the sun. 

You breathe in lavender, meant to calm, but an underlying scent of fear and sadness permeates the room. You look up at Yelena, and she unclips your leash and signs. Make friends? She watches you intently, taking the measure of any hesitation. Feeling only curiosity, you walk further inside.

You follow the sounds of light breathing in the far section to find the HK-9 huddled in the darkest shadow of the room between a bed and the cabinet.

You quietly approach, sniffing here and there to show her that you are no threat. The HK-9 is curled into a protective ball. You couldn't tell much about her in this position, except she was little and had deep scarring from what looked to be a dozen bites and cuts. You sit beside her. She curls tighter. She has messy but clean hair and is thin enough to make out some of her bones under her skin. This one was definitely a baiter. Your anger starts to stir at those who had abused this pup. She was so tiny.

You watch the pup for several minutes as she ignores you. You glance to where Yelena and Oksana have found their way to chairs. Yelena is sitting forward, ready to pull you out anytime. You look back down at the pup. 

You wait a few more minutes, occasionally making small noises to let her know you are there. You yawn to release some tension. Well, this is going to get you nowhere.

Your mind flips through different ideas on how to make friends. Usually, a cuddle puddle was your preferred method of friend-bonding since Yelena rescued you, but you don't think surprising tackling the pup would serve in the long run. You had to get her up. Working with a scared dog could go a few different ways — one could be gentle or firm. Maybe you try a combination. 

You look at Yelena and raise your hand to rest over your heart, not knowing yet the sign for 'trust me.' Yelena slowly nods. You hope she does understand. You turn back to the little pup. Keeping yourself between her and Yelena, you bark loudly three times, shattering the room's silence. The little pup starts and jumps up, turning and baring her teeth in a high-pitched growl. 

You grin widely, pleased that your trick gets them up and standing. 

Stepping back to give her some space, you size her up. Since the little one is half your size, you aren't too worried about retribution. However, you don't want to intimidate her. The pup stares, and you tilt your head. They try to shrink back, using the cabinet as a shield. You huff and watch them with a hopeful smile. Friends?

The pup's face twists from suspicion to disgust, and they walk to the opposite corner to lie down with their face to the wall. You wait a moment, then get up to follow them. You sidle up beside them again. After a minute, you bark twice, which kicks up their fright reaction. Similarly, they shoot up and try to shrink back. You flash her a genuine smile. Friends?

Eyebrows relaxing into a scowl, the little pup huffs and walks back to their bed, this time getting in and laying down with her back to you. Unfazed, you follow her. You bark once. Wise to your game, she glances up at you with narrowed eyes, then looks away at the wall. You lay on the floor and put your head on the edge of the bed. You whine softly. Friends? She tightens around herself, but it seems to be out of annoyance instead of fear. Progress, you think.

You pull yourself up, walk around the bed and lie down, facing her. You smile and close your eyes. You feel her squirm, then settle. After a few minutes, you hear her sniffing lightly; you feel a soft lick on your cheek. You make a noise of approval, which makes her pause. You open one eye to look up at her. Then you look to the other side turning your head, offering peace. After a moment, you feel another soft lick on your other cheek. 

You grin to yourself, finding a hole in their defenses. Now, to make it wider. You slowly turn to lay on your belly and crawl forward just a little to begin nuzzling with your champion cuddle puddle technique. She gives a disgruntled exhale, but she keeps still. Eventually, you pull back a little, and they follow you, giving the smallest nuzzles of their own. 

You peek up at Yelena, who is looking on with a bemused smile. There is a click at the door, and Sonya slips in. The pup looks at Sonya and freezes for a long minute.

Oksana breaks the moment by leaning to the side and pulling out a baggie full of high-value treats from her pocket. You scramble up and begin wiggling in place. You look to the side at the mussed little pup; you lower your head to nudge her. She stays put with a soft grumble. You look up, and your eyes follow as Oksana hands the baggie to Sonya. Yessssss! Sonya is reserved but generous and often gives two or three treats at a time.

Sonya reaches her hand in the bag, pulls out a large slice of hard salami, and moves to you in a crouch. She offers it with her palm convex. You lick it off her hand, then chomp it down happily. Sonya prepares another for the pup and reaches out to give it to her. The pup blinks and doesn't move. Sonya, switching tactics, tosses it right in front of the bed. You move quickly. You hear a gentle disapproving hum from Yelena, so you pull back. You weren't going to eat it, you swear. You were going to give it to the pup; if some of it fell off into your mouth, that's just compensation for labor. 

You look at Sonya, whose attention is focused on the pup with obvious concern. You look back at the pup and frown. You circle the bed and duck your head to nudge her forward. Once she finally gets up to her hands and knees. You stand next to her and jerk your head to Sonya, who is waiting with a handful of treats. 

The pup looks at Sonya and then down at the salami on the floor. She lowers her head to sniff at the treat, then looks up. Then she ducks her head back down to pick it up and chews. She glances at you, and you waggle your eyebrows, knowing that she's got to love the taste. You intentionally walk to her side and look at Sonya, hoping the pup takes your cue. Two sets of puppy eyes might be quite advantageous in this situation.

####

"She's so gentle when she takes the treats from my hand," Sonya murmurs. "Are they always like that?"

Oksana chuckles lightly, "no, not always, but she seems very tender."

Displaying a surprising burst of self-discipline, you let the pup have the rest of the treats. You don't like how her ribs are poking out so prominently. You walk to your owner and sit next to her, letting your body lean back on Yelena's quiet strength. Your eyes drift half-closed as she threads her hands into your hair from behind, gently scratching your scalp and rubbing your ears.

As soothing background music begins to play in the suite, you slide down slowly and fall asleep at Yelena's feet. 

####

You awake when Yelena nudges you softly. You look at her with a sleepy smile, and she nods to the right to direct your attention. Sonya was in the dog bed, her boots off and leaning back against the wall, meditatively petting the pup from her head down over her back again and again. 

"I don't think she seems like a Squirt," Sonya whispers. "I think we can find something better."

The air is clear of fear and sadness, replaced by the calm of the lavender and the beginning notes of contentedness.

"If I didn't know better, I would think this whole thing was a trap," Yelena whispers to Oksana, accusing playfully.

Oksana straightens up and reaches over to pet you, "Never. Did we need help? Yes. Did I think your cub could make a difference? Absolutely. Do I think two-pet households work? Without question."

"Clever widow." Yelena chuckles and nods at Sonya, who is still quietly stroking the little pup, "Well, I think you caught one in your web."

Oksana grins, satisfied. Sonya rolls her eyes, her first visible smile of the day curling her lips.

[yourthoughtsjim]

Dictator captain thread. If you dare

Mark = Pubby

Happy to serve! To him you saved them all finding a planet and so graciously serving as a leader, even after the adventures! He’ll do whatever you want!

Celci = Cat

she’s unlike Mark not head over heels but thankful unlike Mack. She’s happy your leading, so no idiot had too.

Mack = cat

he’s pissed, not only did you make a fool out of him, but you did a great job! He can’t tell if he’s outraged or excited he make you make him finally can properly submit to you.

You're gonna put me in an early grave I swear /pos

[nugulover69]

Blessed thread back on my dash which means I can finally add Rouki with pubby

Also the turbos with pubby why not

The best type of image in the world.

[gbatemp-net]

NESFab, a new programming language for NES games by Pubby Games

ICYMI: https://gbatemp.net/threads/nesfab-a-new-programming-language-for-nes-games-by-pubby-games.630523/

[edgyearring]

@thelovesofthegods​

It wasn’t a full moon but the boy transformed from man to beast despite that. Done on purpose rather than a forced and painful change. He, however, didn’t realize someone had come up behind him until it was too late.

“Ah... shit...”

[cedar-cub]

*.°about cedar.cub *.°

!cedars accounts are strict sfw inner child healing! 🫧

DNI if kink, map, mik, or anti inner child healing through agere + petre

pronouns: 🧺

she/her they/them

big age + teeny ☁️

17yrs / 1-6 yrs tiny

pet regresses to . . . 🐾

bear cub + pubby

!prefers neutral compliments / nicknames!

420 friendly/partakes in 420 for anxiety purposes 🍃

its okay if this makes you uncomfy! i don’t blame anyone who doesn’t want to interact for this reason.

where will i post 420 content?

if i choose to post 420 related content it will most likely be on instagram @cedar.cub (i may not choose to post this content)

is cedars reg voluntary?

my regression can be voluntary but most of the times my regression is involuntarily triggered out by both positive and negative triggers.

can i dm them?

you can certainly dm me! im okay with baby talk, however please make sure its atleast understandable so i dont have to ask for clarification and accidentally pull you out of being teeny. i love making new friends and im more than happy to talk to anyone about agere or anything sfw!

please do not immediately ask to be my cg, if i dont know you well i am uncomfortable with regressing in front of you (unless you are also small)

What will they and will they not tw?

on instagram i will not tw food in my story (however on tumbler i will place a food tw if a topic mentions food)

i will not trigger warning mention of bugs or stories on insta of bugs unless i believe they look like less of a friendly buggo

i will not tw my feelings, i don’t believe that by me feeling icky or sad that i should trigger warning that for others. i understand why some would need it, but for my mental health it is not something i want to do when in a bad headspace.

i will not talk about personal feelings of depression, for trigger and personal reasons.

i may talk about depression + anxiety in a genersl way of giving advice to littles who may be struggling with it while regressed, in this case i will place a tw at the beginning of the thread

this post is a WIP, more will be added in the future as i figure out what info is needed <3

[twinkiemaximoff]

PUBBY KYLE !!!!!!!

has one of them bone shaped gag’s you can get .!&:&:): he kneels by your knees and looks up at you with it in, collar and ears on :( everytime he whines or tries to tell you something you just “ah ah. puppies don’t speak, do they, pup?” so it’s just :( little whimpers as he tries to get your attention

AJSJJSJSJSJS this is so precious omg 🥺🥺🥺

Imagine just just,, coming home one day and he’s waiting at the door for you, collar and ears on, his gag in his lap ready for you to put on him. If you have work to do he’ll sit by you at and rest his head on your thigh while he waits, whimpering into your leg, trying to be patient all the while you’re threading your fingers through his hair, tugging every once in a while to hear those pretty whines and cooing at him, calling him your sweet patient pup, till he’s drooling around the bone in his mouth. Promising him a treat for being so patient and quiet for you. 🥺😖

[dykeyaoi]

For the headcanon thing! Jack noir!

ooh tough one i like it

(i typed this once already and it got deleted i hate this site)

a: something i realistically think about this character

b: something i find fucking hilarious

c: something heart crushing and awful mwahaha

d: fuck canon i like this better

unfortunately i have not thought about mister noir enough in my lifetime thank you for the opportunity to do so!

a: ironically i’m writing this one last. man increases in height with every prototype and DIGS this. during the fight with bro he wasn’t all that much taller than him but then BOOM DOG. height +17 bonus.

b: the suits started using the funky phone-call talk and sarcastic narration as a joke, and jack had to be painstakingly convinced to do it. it’s grown on all of them now and makes them happy.

c: the reason he struggles to hurt jade isnt quite because he’s loyal to her, it’s because he thinks maybe if he doesn’t hurt her she’ll come back to him and be his girl again. of course she doesn’t because duh but he really is just a lil pubby in there

d: gasp- bec noir likes the crazy threads. after killing a few people he figures ‘well a joker’s gotta look like a wild card huh’ and now he vibes with it.

thank you so much for the ask this was fun!! c:

[rvkishcharm]

   yakko feels his heart tug strangely into his throat, making it almost impossible to do what he does best, and say something. he works on swallowing it down, but it only works to land like a rock in his stomach. wakko was a lot of things ; he was the younger, oftentimes annoying brother, he was someone who was terrible at sharing his food, he was one of his comedic partners . . . but most of all, he was his family. the warner’s had their adoring fans, young and old, from all over the globe -- but the only people they really, truly had, were each other. 

   it wasn’t like they were drawn with parents, or cousins, or aunts and uncles. their creator was gone, and no one in the studio or the movie lot even liked them. it hurt to see wakko so drawn into himself ( its a pun, because they’re animated cartoons, but he’s curled into a ball - you get it ), and it made yakko want to drop everything and just swoop him into a big hug. for a split second, yakko wondered if he could still pick up wakko, but quickly surmised that, yes, of course he could. 

   a sigh passes through the toon’s lips and he looks towards the ceiling, as if asking someone for a correct answer. he obviously didn’t seem to have one. 

   “ well, if you’re not hungry, then i guess i’ll just throw this away. dot and i are full, afterall. even though there are starving kids in america, we just have no use for this here. even though it does have pepperoni and asparagus and strawberries on top. somebody’s favorite. ” though yakko talks of throwing the pizza out, he finds it a home on wakko’s bedside table. 

   the older brother takes a moment to listen, without adding his own input. thin lips pinch together in a pursed line, shoulders raising up to his ears and falling back down in a single breath. 

   what brought all of this on ? since when was wakko feeling this way ? yakko was the older sibling -- he was supposed to notice things like this. he was supposed to know when something was wrong with his sibs. that was part of his job. 

   “ wak . . . sure your song was hard. i mean, it wasn’t no WORLD song, but it was definitely tough. ” he doesn’t mean it. he’s honestly just trying to lighten the mood. he’s always been so good at it before. what changed ? “ an’ i don’t think you’re the butt of some dumb joke. if it’s me who’s telling it, you’re the butt of a really funny joke. ” yakko grins, but wakko is turned away, his body language giving away every sign of anger. 

   yakko knows he probably shouldn’t touch him, but he couldn’t help it. wakko was right there, only a few small feet away from him, yet the toon missed his younger brother like he was a million miles away. instead of going right for the hug, he opts to, instead, place a gentle hand on wakko’s shoulder. 

   “ c’mon, pal. what’s eatin’ ya ? normally it’s YOU eating IT. ”

“ hey, little brother … i, uhhhh — brought you this pizza ? in case you were hungry ? as if you’re ever not, though, right ? ” for the sake of his sanity, he told himself that the joke didn’t fall flat, that it was just because wakko was still in a sour mood from their fight earlier. they hadn’t really made up yet, either - wakko stormed to his room and yakko stayed in the towers living area, fuming. he tried writing some gags or jokes for the next season ( thanks, hulu ! ), but his mind just wasn’t in it. and, okay, maybe the fight was ALSO his fault too. a little. “ you haven’t eaten in a whole hour. that’s a world record for you ! or, i guess, an AMERICAN record for you. since … i got the world song, and you . . ” usual grin falters on his face. “ … i’m sorry. by the way. ”

- ✩ { @yvkkowvrner​ } ✩

{ ☆ } It’s not the first time they’ve had a fight… One doesn’t spend such a long time as siblings or trapped in such close proximity without enduring at least a few of them. Most are nothing to worry about, just normal spats grown from overplayed-jokes or bruised-egos. Brushed off within moments and laughed about later. But others… Others sting. Others linger. Others make Wakko storm off to his room— a place he normally spends very little time in, even opting to sleep in the living area, as his siblings did —for the rare privilege of being alone.

Sulking in a corner, knees brought up to his chest and arms folded across, chin rests atop of them as his gaze remains riveted on the ground even as he hears Yakko approaching. Brows scrunching further and nose following suit, he gives an audible huff at the joke, wanting the eldest to know that he is far from amused…  ❝  ‘M not.  ❞  He mumbles, words barely coherent as they hint the air, face averting and cheeks puffing in a pout. He is hungry, and that just runs further salt in the metaphorical wound.

Honestly, he could eat that entire pizza… but for once, hearing the older more multi-talented sibling point it out just makes that fact fall-flat. Feel flat. Feel like a joke at his expense, and frankly… he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like being the butt of this one, even if that wasn’t the true intention. But what does that matter? Wakko even said it himself before, he’s the ‘eating stuff guy’. That’s what he’s known for; a talent he usually takes great pride in… Or at least, tries to. WANTS to. Needs to. Shoulders hunch, fingers drumming against his arms in a ‘tap-tap-tap’ of impatience, like a ticking clock for Yakko to either say something WORTH saying…

Or just leave him alone. 

Fur bristling at yet another quip being made, he scoots himself around with a sharp motion, now firmly facing the wall. Silently reminding himself that he shouldn’t be too upset with Yakko over the jokes, that’s his thing after all, tail still lashes angrily from side to side, ears folding back and nose giving an irritated twitch. Yakko is a funny guy, always with a smart remark on the tip of his tongue, and Wakko admires that about him. Understands that… kind of. But still, is it wrong for him to expect MORE from his brother? Something sincere?

❝  What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you…  ❞  Wakko grumbles, ears pricking upright along with a brow, the middle Warner sparing a glance over his shoulder,  ❝  Why don’t you try again? A bit louder this time around… See if you can reach me here on my little, insignificant patch of your world.  ❞  Turning back to face the wall, chin rests on his knees and tail curls around himself as best the appendage can. Repositioning his hat so that the brim is covering his eyes, ears fall flat as Wakko mumbles,  ❝  My song was hard too, y’know… It took a lotta practice to get it right.  ❞  Finger pokes at some discarded crumbs on the ground, flicking one away.

❝  I’m not just some bottomless pit or- or the butt of some dumb joke…  ❞  Dumb in more ways than one, since it’s no secret that when it comes to witty lines they tend to go to Yakko and Dot. Not that Wakko takes too much offense to that. He has his strengths… He knows he does. He’d just appreciate it if other people, if his brother, acknowledged that too. { ☆ }

[pastel-tears]

Do you have a fursona / what would your fursona be?

(off the back of that cute trans gal furries thread)

AAAAA NO I DONTTTT IM SO SAD I WANT ONE SO BAD

I think I would absolutely have a pubby cause everyone calls me a puppy and I like it a lot,,,,

[gbatemp-net]

NESFab, a new programming language for NES games by Pubby Games

https://gbatemp.net/threads/nesfab-a-new-programming-language-for-nes-games-by-pubby-games.630523/