#woke games

[your-local-femboy-bitch]

Honestly props to the woke games Steam group for being one of the three other people that have played Ikenfell.

IT'S SO LONELY!

Also somehow they didn't have Arietta of the Spirits, One Step From Eden, AND Crosscode.

Like HOW!? YOU HAVE OBSCURE IKENFELL BUT NOT THESE OBSCURE GAMES???

[omi-papus]

Conservative gamers are so weird to me, cause they want videogames to not be “woke” or whatever. These same men claim to want conservative submisive women, but if youve ever met a conservative woman, or hell even just a woman that has a somewhat firm belief on gender roles, they think that adult men shouldnt be playing videogames at all. In the canon of conservative masculinity, videogames are childish, fantastical, and unmasculine. They dont earn you money, they dont require fisical work, and they dont work as simbols of status. These men themselves dont fit into the canons they want to be the only thing present in videogames.

[blissy91]

Cuando los gamers enfadados te hacen una buenísima lista de videojuegos.

[libertea-and-icedcoffee]

[theromanbarbarian]

Woke Games

So I recently stumbled onto a steam curator called "Woke and censored games alert", now of course I saw already that I was dealing with the highest echelon of game criticism and immediately started to very carefully read their brilliant reviews.

Fortunately for me this didn't take a lot of time they've decided to share their wisdom with the utmost brevity and directness

Clear statements, showing the exact preferences: they love pretty girls asses and hate pronouns(especially they/them). This hatred of pronouns is deep and not restricted to they/them

and so is the love of sexy women and "fanservice"

a thing they seem to want everybody to be aware of is "political flags"

now, I would have thought that almost every flag is political, I wonder which flags they mean?

Now, why am I writing about this? sure, there are stranded soldiers of the gamergate wars on some steam island, still fighting a war that ended a long time ago. Do I just wanna be a smarmy woke gamer? Well maybe a bit, but I would have skimmed over this page, had a bit of a snicker and moved on with my live of playing woke games if it weren't for this review

(also I swear this was recommended last time I looked at it... coward)

Why would an anti-woke crusader give glowing review to a game with a trans protagonist prominently featuring a gay relationship? This is a mystery that nested deep enough into my brain, that I decided that writing this post would be the best way to get it out. Of course everything I do here is pure speculation, I don't know these people and don't have any insight into their psyche other than their steam curator page.

Firstly, for anyone who doesn't know "Tell me why" is a narrative game, telling the story of a (trans) brother and sister coming back to their childhood home in Alaska and uncovering the secret of the death of their their mother. It's a very good game with a immersing story with plenty of twist and turns, characters you really feel with and of course solid trans+gay representation.

The first thing we can note from the review is that it is false at least the "It has to be this character to tell this story" part. The story does not really center around the brother being trans(or gay). It is of course a part of it, it gives the character more depth and frames some interactions between the characters, but the brother could've been a cis straight dude and the gist of the story would have remained the same. And yet the reviewer feels a need to say that "It has to be this character to tell this story", almost as if he wants to give a justification for the story having a trans gay person in it.

However I think this is part of why it ended up in this list, the game tells us at the start: "the protagonist is trans", but as we play along this becomes the least remarkable quality of his. So we almost start to forget that he is trans while playing the game since their are way more pressing issues in the story. This means that if you're a bit transphobic, you've got different avenues via which to relate to the main character other than their transness.

So maybe this reviewer, who undoubtedly has some bigoted views about queer people, decided to play this game maybe to trash on it and show all his "anti-woke" friends how cool he is. But soon while he probably couldn't really relate with the characters trans/gay experience, but maybe he was intrigued by the mystery of the story, or empathized with the relationship between the siblings, or their relationship with their mom. But as he finished the game he realized in horror what they just did: they liked a WOKE game! and to their credit, they didn't just block it out and never talked about it again, no they wrote the review. However the main purpose of this review is to explain to their friends and themselves why it's ok to like a woke game this one time. That, while usually all queerness in media is unnecessary and makes it worse, this one time it's completely necessary to have lgbt characters in the game.

But now the exception was established, so any game could be the next "good one" and maybe this is the first step to get out of the deep pit of bigotry those people are rotting away in. And I guess that gives me a bit of hope that art can do something like that, maybe not change a person, but give them a bit of a push in the right direction

[actualadvocacybruh]

Don’t know what concord is but apparently it was some massive video game that everyone knew about and was totally a political thing that the woke sjw communist socialist fascist Nazis racist woke woke woke woke dei black blm diversity hire people sweet baby inc international Jews and Bolsheviks cared about

I only knew this thing existed when my feed was filled with right wing morons screaming about it …

This game had no hype on the forums and no one I could find had heard of it before launch and it looks like a basic copy of “that hero shooter game” (not my kind of game to begin with)

So how does this game being shit prove the trans agenda Jews are losing the race war to the “Anglo Saxon Christian heroes” Cause no one can explain this leap in logic

[lilacxquartz]

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 stained 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.

[caramelldansenu]

[corsolanite]

Literally an end of an era

[02511213942]

"you look like a carrie stunt double"

[buttercupshands]

I started drawing this next day after I finished Act 6

13 or so days and it's finished!

Main things are traditional and Loop's body was edited digitally after

Unedited it looks like this

I've been torn on how to do Loop's body for the entirety of lining, also

A bit sad the main lines are visible only as a wip, most of this thing is literally just a ton of sharp lines

I think it's also my first day of drawing, Loop is just a sketch here (feat. my leg)

I even finished the beans before it so they were a moral support, because if you let me things like this take a year

[ramavoite]

EVERYBODY DO THE WENIS

[zevrra]

—all night

drunk!joel who watches you grind yourself down on his thigh with half lidded eyes and a devilish smirk. watches every lift and slide of your hips as you drag your soaking wet pussy across his jeans. groans at the trail you leave from the middle of his thigh to the edge of his knee.

“good girl,” he mutters as your hands grip his shoulders, trembling against his body with every rough grind against his thigh. he can’t stop himself from undoing the front of his jeans, shifting his underwear down just enough, and pulling his eagerly awaiting cock out. where he then slowly jerks off in time to your thrusts. groans when his fingers stumble over his leaking head.

the sight makes your throat tight. makes your hips move faster and faster as you quickly build up your release. your throbbing pussy drags along his jeans faster now as your core grows hungrier for him. for watching this gruff man jerk himself off to the sight of you riding his thigh made your head spin. drunk and dizzy and desperate for more.

so when you finally reach that point of no return, your orgasm spilling out, soaking and staining his leg with every grind of your messy pussy; you cry into the hot air between you two. his name slips from your lips in a high pitched whine as you cum against his jeans, softly sobbing from the orgasm wrecking your body.

joel huffs a deep groan at the sight. can feel and see your mess clearly even in the dim light. his groans turns into a partial chuckle, his hand slowly still jerking himself off as he watches you with hungry eyes. “don’t worry baby…we got all night.” he promises as he enjoys the view.

and you know he will keep that promise as this is just the start to the very, very long night you will share with him.

[highly-flammable]

Peeta really was the most delusional person ever because he saw Katniss’ reaction to his possible death TWICE and still thought she was gonna turn out alright if he just died in front of her at the end of the Quarter Quell, like IDK what to tell you my guy you are blind

[sapphoherselz]

a real shame that Neil doesn't like using his phone cause it's a big missed opportunity to flip it closed with an attitude like:

"Hello, Junior. Do you remember me?"