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what an extended vacation in the mountains does to a mfer
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starrypawz · 2 months
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hugging and gently holding the other’s head for whoever strikes your fancy?
AO3 Hug Prompts
Another very old prompt out of the way Lucas and Jonny are being soft must be a day with a Y in it @the-passenger-if
He’s cute when he’s asleep. 
And Jonny would probably argue with him but he’s also cute when he’s awake. 
Lucas finds himself again lost in taking in all the details of Jonny’s face. He sighs softly and dares to gently brush a lock of Jonny’s brown hair away from his forehead, and Jonny doesn’t stir.
He doesn’t want to move, not yet.
And it’s not as if he could right now anyway. 
Jonny’s long limbs are wrapped pretty tightly around him. And Lucas does feel a bit like a fly cocooned by a spider at this moment. But he’s content to submit himself to this fate and he won’t be going, “Help me, help me,” anytime soon. And maybe if he was a bit more awake he’d be able to turn the concept of being caught by a spider into something more romantic. 
He gently runs his fingers through Jonny’s hair as he sleeps. He shifts slightly and makes a soft, muffled sound that Lucas can’t deny is downright adorable and doesn’t do anything to dampen the so sweet it’s almost sickly rush of affection that’s going through him.
He may only be able to feel a fraction of what he could feel if he transcended this form, this casket is so restrictive still even if he’s probably as powerful as he’s ever been and this is not enough, never enough. But also what he feels now fills every part of his body, this mere casket is so much it’s overwhelming. There’s just something about how deep this ability to feel goes that he wouldn’t trade for anything.
(Maybe that’s part of why he wants to stay on this tiny speck in the universe so much, yeah he might not be able to experience )
He’s not quite sure how long he lies there as he doesn’t so much bathe in this sheer joy as willingly drown in it before Jonny starts to stir. 
Jonny gives another muffled sound, this one is not quite as soft, it’s some sort of groan. But honestly even that to Lucas is downright adorable. 
“Mornin’” Lucas drawls. 
Jonny mumbles something back that sounds like “Morning,” as he looks at Lucas slightly bleary eyed and that does nothing to help dampen that sweet, almost sickly rush of affection. 
And then he feels Jonny tense, as he looks away for a moment “I-”
Lucas reaches out and gently rubs his back and that seems to work as Jonny relaxes again.
“Jonny?”
He sighs, his voice low and thick with sleep “This… feels weird,” “Weird?” Lucas gently tucks a lock of hair behind Jonny’s ear. 
Jonny sighs, “I… I mean not in a bad way, it’s nice just… weird,” 
“Me holding you?”
“Yeah… You don’t mind?”
“Why would I?” Lucas grins softly, “Only fair right? You are my boyfriend,” 
“Boyfriend,” Jonny sighs, but it’s a soft wistful thing, “That’s also going to take a while to get used to,” He gives one of those signature snorts. And honestly that combined with a barely there smirk doesn’t really do anything to provide any counter to Lucas’ allegations of ‘You’re actually fucking adorable’.  “Apparently all that weird shit about you being an alien-”
“Hey,” Lucas playfully sighs as they playfully swat Jonny on the nose, “We went through this, I’m not an alien, I’m a cosmic horror thank you very much,” He shakes his head, “And you call yourself a horror aficionado, shocking,” 
Jonny chuckles, not the snort, an actual chuckle and oh that further stokes this sensation that’s turned into euphoria by this point “It’s just…. funny how all that weird shit is easier to accept than the fact I came out of all that with a boyfriend,” 
Lucas presses a kiss to Jonny’s forehead as he gently places a hand around the back of his head and Jonny sighs. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet,”
“Good,” Lucas grins. 
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pearl-kite · 1 year
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Colors swirling in the air like oil stains in a holographic puddle. They form shapes around one single golden orb, which is floating in the middle of the mistlike essence.
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blossomhead · 1 year
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leo newman is…not having a great time
(i’m having a great time playing @the-passenger-if though)
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paulawithsharks · 1 year
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trashy-corvian · 1 year
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Man, fanart for @the-passenger-if was one of the first i posted on this blog don't look for it please.
Reread the book 5 times already and thought my Newman deserves a new look
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partenopae · 1 year
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team space monster
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pitoumugis · 1 year
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Don’t open your eyes, love
Domina Horizon my beloved kiss kiss kiss kiss k
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iggydabirdkid · 10 months
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Almost done! This is my 5th drawing for Pride Month! 
When The Passenger was still just the demo version I must have played it 100 times over. I just love the whole concept of the game, and anything with Eldritch Horror like themes is just my sort of thing.
So here’s a little something I did for my MC Amara Newman and her love Fiama Brandle.
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I think I could do this forever
You wake up first of course. You always do. You don’t need much sleep, at least that’s what you tell yourself even when you constantly yawn halfway through the day. You open your eyes to the pale ceiling above you only visible thanks to the moonlight coming in through the window opposite the bed. Still dark. Too early. You let out a sigh and slowly sit up, being careful not to wake the sleeping form to your right. She’s facing you and you smile as you look upon her face, so serene when she’s asleep and you quickly slip out without disturbing her. Bare feet hit cold ground and you shiver as you look around for your pair of slippers, finding them finally half-hidden under the bed. You stretch, yawn, and tie your hair half up before you pad from the room.
Your stomach growls at you and so you head into the kitchen to grab something to eat and you spy the clock along the way. Ah. Not too early then. Just up before the sun, which, is not uncommon. If you were at your mom’s you’d probably have gone back to sleep to save yourself from the potential outcome of being asked question you couldn’t, and didn’t want to answer. But here? At Fiama’s? You don’t have to hide anything from her or Bruno. Not anymore. You allow yourself a smile as you open the door to the fridge and bend over to take a gander at its contents. You know for certain that there’s some leftover spaghetti in here, and you’re sure Fiama won’t mind if some of it goes missing…
“Amara?”
The flash of the kitchen light turning on and the tiny voice behind you takes you by surprise and you jump, smacking your head on the fridge and hissing out a quiet curse before pulling back and turning around.
“Kiddo!” you laugh as you rub the back of your head, “Did I wake you?” You ask to which he shakes his head.
“I was already awake. What are you doing?” he asks.
“Getting some food,” you turn back around, grab the bowl of spaghetti, and shut the fridge, “Want some?” you grin as you shake the bowl. You see his eyes light up and you chuckle, “Alright, go sit down and I’ll make you a plate. But be quiet!” you tell him as he scampers off, “We don’t want to wake your mom!”
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You sit at the table with only the light from the kitchen to illuminate your night time feast. You watch Bruno stuff his face as you readily enjoy your own meal and the only reason you aren’t actively shoveling it into your mouth as fast as you can was that you promised Fiama you’d try to teach Bruno some manners. Be a respectable role model. Well, as much as you can be anyways. And as you watch Bruno enjoying his meal you think you could just about do this forever, be a part of something like this. It wasn’t something you ever thought you would want but emotions can be fickle (as you have come to find out), and now you can’t see yourself continuing this life any other way.
Bruno must be able to sense you staring because he looks up at you and you wonder if he would be happy with you around for him as he grows. The answer comes to you as transparent visages split left and right of him and as his mouth stretches into a wide, food-filled grin, those to the left of him grin at you also. You shake your head, the images fading and you chuckle.
“Nobody likes see-food,” you tell him and he frowns.
“Sea food?” he questions. You grin and spoon some spaghetti into your mouth before opening and sticking your tongue out.
“See? Food!” He laughs at that, food spraying from his mouth and you have to lean to the side to avoid getting any on yourself. You watch as he claps his hands over his mouth and looks up at you. You swallow your food and snort a laugh but then you realize he’s not looking at you, but past you. You freeze and tense up, your shoulders bunching up to your ears as you slowly turn in your seat to see Fiama standing in the doorway.
“You two enjoying yourselves?” she crosses her arms over her chest and quirks an eyebrow as she looks at Bruno before finally settling her eyes on you.
“We were hungry?” you shrug and give a sheepish smile and she shakes her head as she laughs softly and walks to Bruno’s side.
“C’mon kid, lets get you back to bed. And you,” she turns her head to look at you as Bruno hops down from his seat, “Make sure you get all the spaghetti from the table okay?”
“Yes Ma’am,” you grin as you push your chair back and get to your feet. You lean in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek and then you head back into the kitchen to grab a cloth.
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“Sorry about eating all the spaghetti.” You murmur into Fiama’s hair as you lay together in bed a while later. The sun is up now, its light bathing the room in a soft golden glow. She laughs and snuggles up closer to you. You half sit up to wrap your arms around her and pull her close into your chest.
“That just means you’ll have to help me make more,” she replies and you smile as you lean back and look out the window.
“I’ll be happy to.” You give her a brief squeeze and feel her grab one of your wrists and gently wrap her fingers around your skin.
“I know you would baby.”
You both lapse in a comfortable silence and the warmth of the encroaching day threatens to lull you back to sleep. But a thought is stuck in your head, one that’s been there for a while but stirred more into awareness since you woke up this morning.
“Fiama?” You’re uncharacteristically hesitant and you know she hears it as she tilts her head to look up at you with a slight crease in her brow.
“Amara?”
“I was thinking…” You trail off a little, unsure of how exactly to word what you’re thinking, “I feel like I could do this forever. Being here with you and Bruno, being a part of this small family and I… I want to make it more official. As much as we can do and I know I’m not great with words or feelings but this here? Here and now? It feels good. It feels safe.”
You see her eyes water and for a moment your stomach drops and you think you’ve said something wrong before her mouth splits into a grin and her grip on your arms tightens.
“Amara Newman,” you hear the waver in her voice as she wipes the tears from her eyes, “I would love nothing more.”
“Good.”
You’re smiling now as well as you bend slightly to kiss her on the forehead before you wrap your arms tighter around her and lean back against the headboard.
“Good.”
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thegreatestshowfan · 1 year
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As someone who has chronic migraine, Newman getting a migraine and immediately wanting to eat everything in sight was so fucking relatable. I frequently will be in the middle of a migraine attack, throw up, and then immediately ask my partner for food. The number of times I've called him saying "i threw up get me tacos on your way over also, I'm dying say goodbye" is more than it should be.
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just gonna be super shameless and collect some of my old art of Ever "humanity is beneath me but I DO expect everyone to love me anyway" Newman to commemorate the official release 🎉
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amewillie · 1 year
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“I’m your sister.”
All the relationships in @the-passenger-if are good but personally I love a good sibling dichotomy and best believe my Newman is not a fan of anyone picking on their sister.
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starrypawz · 3 months
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Jonny sometimes teases Lucas by calling him an alien and Lucas is like 'No... I'm a Cosmic Horror!'
And then Jonny is like 'Well technically-'
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blanketempress · 1 year
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Orwell new stats Orwell new stats
redrew a little portrait for them to celebrate the release of the full game, using @plushchimera 's template
overpowered eldritch being made of pure energy spends 3/4th of the game complaining about stupid humans, then runs around crying and sobbing as they try to save all of their stupid humans for the last 1/4th, more at 4pm
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anxietytwist · 2 years
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Diversity win! The eldritch abomination in your friend group is asexual!
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mylunn · 2 years
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here’s my design of Newman!
still very patiently waiting and excited for more of the passenger :)
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