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rawrdogger · 10 months
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no sorry babe i cant come over im busy
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cayennecrush · 1 year
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here comes a special void!
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alaska-ren · 3 months
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Silly lil grubman has been headcannonified
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mipexch · 1 year
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okay i've been curious about ultrakill can ya sell me on it (if you're in the mood to ramble)
the beginning of the game offers you all the context you need to know; mankind is dead, blood is fuel, & hell is full. youre a robot with the model name 'V1' currently approaching hell in an effort to get the fuel you need. (blood is also used as a healing mechanic!) i'd say more, but seeing how things go down & figuring out the lore as you go is one of the things that made me really enjoy my time with the game.
it's an fps with a shit ton of weapons and movement mechanics that (despite how stressful it may be at first) come into play very well once you learn how everything works in part with one another. even if you don't get a good grasp on it, there are accessibility settings for everyone. difficulty settings, auto-aim, & a cheat mode really help! (do know that major assists will not let you achieve a perfect rank on levels. this doesn't include difficulty or auto-aim though) it's a really tough game when you first play, so expect to use at least one of these things.
the soundtrack for the game really heightens the experience & makes you feel so much.?!??!? the ost isn't for everyone, but i never enjoyed breakcore before i played this game so i suppose its worth a shot, even if you don't think much of it at first. going through the game & understanding some of the lore before coming back to the ost for another listen really changes a lot of things about it. the characters are really cool & with the way the story is going thus far, i'm. unnecessarily excited for future updates. there's still one more act in production along with a few more secret levels. so if you do end up playing the game and want more, (aside from the huge replay-ability the game offers) there is more to come! the fanbase is also surprisingly very nice. knowing my followerbase i should probably mention that this game has a quite a bit of homoeroticism if you look at a certain fight from a specific angle. im not gonna say anything though
ultrakill isn't a huge game, so don't go in with extremely high expectations, as again this game probably isn't for everyone. but as someone who hasn't played any fps before, i really, really enjoyed this game. it has a very serious tone, but there's tons of funny secrets that make it feel a lot more lighthearted at times. the devs put their whole heart and soul into this shit & the community is growing really fast! if youre thinking about getting the game, go for it. thy end is now!
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fairmerthefarmer · 2 days
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I have so many ideas for either silly little drawings or full illustrations from all over the place but my steam deck oled just arrived so now I’m just in a perpetual state of like there’s 15 things I wish I could do at once.
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mothzarellaman · 6 months
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bro how wonderful it is to have stories where the religious trauma and the parental trauma are one in the same. "you were supposed to protect me" (you were my god) and "you were supposed to protect me" (you were my parent). "your word is gospel" (i am your devout) and "your word is gospel" (i am your child). its that line where divinity and parenthood blur. (after all, didn't both create you?) its where servitude and duty are undiscernable. (a good child listens to their parent. a good worshiper listens to their god.)
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little--ghost · 10 months
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soulemissary · 2 years
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i need...something to hyperfix on
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boyfeminism · 2 years
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i wish hitting the spikes back at her would do damage in the hornet sentinel fight
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mossyfellart · 8 months
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hey guys remind me to post art tomorrow
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cinna-bunnie · 1 year
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okok i got my day planned out then 🫡 go get a chicken sandwich breakfast, watch the untamed, get crossfaded, whenever i "want" to stop watching the untamed clean and then keep playing ori. perhaps keep reading at some point, but ori is Really nice as an experience.
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gonna start running with rulesets you’ve never even heard of
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sinsofsummers · 10 months
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insatiable
1.3k | marc spector x f!reader
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summary: you can never get enough of marc. and marc? he's not complaining. warnings: literally nothing but smut (duh), oral (m receiving), fingering, marc being a little shit, whimpering, begging, masturbation (f), throat-fucking, etc.
Giving Marc head during the worst possible times of his day is your version of fun.
There's nothing quite like the look of unbridled desire that blooms in his eyes every time he sees you sink to your knees in front of him, a pleading smile on your lips..
"Please, baby, I'm busy," he'll always say, as if to protest. But you know he just says it for show; he'll never stop thanking his lucky stars for how desperately insatiable you can be.
Because when your throat feels empty, it feels hollow, and the only thing that can make you return to yourself is his thick, veiny cock stuffed down your throat until your nose brushes the coarse patch of hair at the base.
If he's about to fall asleep? No better bedtime story than the sound of you gagging on the swollen head of his cock touching the back of your throat, your hands splayed on his thighs for balance.
He's on the phone? You'll kneel before him like a zealot bends to pray, and you'll take him into your mouth without a word, hardly even a look into his eyes, while he stifles his moans.
He comes home from another hard day as Moon Knight? You're there for him, ready to pull him down to the bed and let him lose his worries with your mouth around him.
And now? He's just gotten out of the shower, towel draped sinfully low on his hips, his chest a canvas of scars and muscles and droplets of water that still run down the rivets of his stomach.
You've been trying to distract yourself with...well, anything, but that's been awfully hard considering your favorite man is in much need of a relaxing shower. You'd almost gone in with him, but had refrained when you saw the hard look in his eye.
You could be his treat after the shower. Besides, you'd convinced yourself, he needed those quiet moments to come back to himself from a long day.
Of course, the temptation had been so strong that you'd had to resort to sinking your hand into your shorts to keep yourself from interrupting his alone time.
"Look at you," he muses when he steps out of the bathroom, leaning down to drop a kiss on your head. "Keeping yourself busy, I see?"
Your eyes open at the sound of his voice, and you can feel the droplets of water from his hair land on your arm. It cools your hot skin, and your fingers stop circling your clit. "Couldn't help myself," you shrug with a smirk, "what else am I s'posed to do when I know you're just a few feet away, looking as good as you do?"
His smirk remains on his face, but you swear you can see it grow wider when he flits his eyes down to where your hand has disappeared under the soft material of your lounge shorts. "You want something, sweetheart?" he teases, and your face burns.
"Only you," you reply, your voice thick. Pulling your hand from your shorts, you hold out your shining fingers to his mouth, tapping them against his bottom lip before placing them over your tongue, gently sucking your sweet juices from your own fingertips.
"C'mere," you coo. "Wanna taste you, Marc."
It doesn't take much more than that to get him to drop his towel, laying back on the bed with his feet dangling off the edge, just enough to reach the floor. His cock is already half-mast, a delicious challenge for you to conquer. Before you put your mouth over his tip, he reaches out to tug at your waistband. "Lemme see that pretty pussy, baby," he says, his voice always a quiet command. "I wanna hear you play with yourself while you suck my cock."
You bite your lip with a grin and obey. You usually allow him these little requests; it makes him feel like he's in control for the few minutes before you've got him writhing and whimpering beneath you.
With one hand on your clit, rubbing rhythmic circles on your bundle of nerves, breathy moans dropping from your lips, you lift your eyes to his and open your mouth, taking him softly.
At first. You like to watch his lips quiver as he tries to hold in the desperate moans. No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Marc's moans remain loud and plentiful, turning into an unforgettable chorus of whines when you inevitably take him down to the base of his cock.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath, throwing his arm over his face. "You know just how to make me feel better, honey. That's it, fuck—"
His voice catches when you moan around him, the vibrations stiffening his cock in an instant. Your throat is deliciously full, and you hollow your cheeks for a moment, sucking hard and fast to watch him crumble to pieces.
Now you've got him where you want him.
"Do I make you feel good, Marc?" you ask sweetly when you lift your mouth from him for a moment's reprieve.
It's all he can do to nod, a whine squeezing its way from his throat. "Always so good, doll," he heaves, his hips straining up from the bed. "I wanna—please—"
You dip your tongue down and swirl it gently around his tip, lapping up the precum with an appreciative moan. "Ask nicely, baby," you tease him, your hand curling around his length and delivering a courteous, languid stroke.
His hips stutter. "More, please," he breathes. "Wanna fuck your throat. Please."
For a moment, you pause to look at him. He looks absolutely wrecked. You've never gotten him this desperate so quickly. "And you say I'm insatiable," you murmur. "Come on, Marc. Fuck my throat. Play with me how you want."
His hands come down to the back of your head with almost no warning but a, "thank fuck," and then your eyes are squeezing shut as he plants his feet to the ground, bucking his hips faster and harder into your mouth, watching your hair fall into your eyes.
"That's it, baby," he mutters, and you relish in the deep gravelly tone that his voice takes. "Want me to come down this pretty throat?"
You can't even reply; his hips don't stop until his groans grow louder, and longer, and his hands grip your hair in tight fists, nearly pulling it out from the roots. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well," he hums. "Gonna come, baby, gonna—"
He loses all coherence when he comes, and it's music to your ears as his hips stutter once more before falling back to the bed, his hands still pulling you to the base of his cock as he pulses, painting the walls of your throat with his release.
When he loosens his grip, you lift your head and swallow, swiping a finger under your lip to catch any drops that might have fallen. Nothing but a smug chuckle passes your lips.
"What?" he asks, his chest heaving and lined in a sheen of sweat.
Your hand returns to your core, having removed it when he was fucking your throat. "Nothing," you say, feigning innocence. "It's just..."
His lips curl up. "Lemme take care of you, baby," he says with a hand reaching for you. Despite his fatigue, his arms are strong as he pulls you up on the bed. "Wanna return the favor," he murmurs, and his hands find your hips, pulling you to straddle his chest.
"Yeah?" you tease, and you can't help but wonder how fucked out the both of you look. No doubt your hair is knotted beyond belief, and with the way he's tugging you closer to his face, making your sopping core hover over his mouth, you're sure it'll be quite a bit longer before the two of you can clean up.
He nods feverishly with a devil's smirk and looks down at your clit, just inches from his nose. "How else would I say thank you?"
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greentrickster · 5 months
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While Shady and Claw found out Hesperia's backstory pretty soon after joining the resistance, Chloe doesn't end up hearing about it and the Butterfly Miraculous until she's been with them for about three months. Her instant response?
"Yeah, sounds fake."
Which is a take absolutely no one was expecting, and Alya in particular takes exception to. "I beg your pardon, why, exactly, would Hesperia lie about that? His wife's death is public knowledge!"
"No, I believe that bit," Chloe waves a hand dismissively from where she's perched on a table she's not supposed to be sitting on (and which Claw is also lounging on), "But the rest doesn't make sense - if he could make a kamiko to heal sterility, why not make one that could just fix the Peacock?"
"Oh, he's actually told us that one!" Nino chimes in, "It's because Miraculous are really powerful already and it takes a lot of magic to effect them! So in order to make a kamiko strong enough, he'd have to kamikoize as Miraculous holder with a Miraculous at least on par with the Peacock or stronger!"
Chloe, fully filled in on the Miraculous power scale by now, "And the Miraculous that would qualify for that are...?"
Nino, listing off on his fingers, "Well the Butterfly's on the same level as the Peacock, but he can't Kamikoize himself, so that would leave the Turtle, the Fox, the Bee, the Ladybug, or the- ...Black Cat..."
Slowly Nino, Alya, Shady, and Claw's eyes all drift to where Hesperia is standing, while Chloe nods in satisfaction. "See? It's ridiculous! If he was telling the truth, he'd have asked one of us to help by now, and Shadybug and Claw Noir may be babies about kamikos, but I'm not!"
Claw, meanwhile, sits up, a slight threat to his movements. "Got something you wanna share with the class, Butterfly man?"
Hesperia, for his part, is looking shocked and has one hand to his forehead. "You're right, that's- why didn't I think of that sooner?"
"Because you've been busy reorganizing our plans to include the noobs and also training the noobs," Alya, ever-loyal second-in-command that she is, steps in, "Also, when was the last time you slept?"
"When do you sleep?" Nino adds, "Just, like, in general? You're doing this most nights and you have a day job."
Unfortunately for Hesperia, it genuinely takes him five minutes to remember that he has, in fact, slept in the past twenty-four hours. Well, fortunately in it convinces the skeptics that this really was something that just slipped his mind in the crush of everything else that's been happening, but unfortunately in that he's now got five teenagers judging him for having a crap sleep schedule, go home and get some sleep, fashion man, you're old.
Hesperia: (miffed) I'm not old, I'm forty-three.
The assortment of 14/15-year-olds: Oh gods, he's already halfway dead.
Long story short, Hesperia gets sent home for the night to get some sleep, and the next night he brings the Peacock with him, Shadybug gets kamikoized for the first time into Menderbug*, and the Peacock is finally fixed and safe to use again.
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*(stares directly into the eyes of anyone reading this who has also played Hollow Knight)
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covesdadappreciation · 7 months
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Games I think the Romanceables would play
Tamarack: I feel like when it's winter, she craves that autumn feeling, so she'll play games like these.
Stardew Valley (Has only one save in the game, and tries to make her farm look pretty but she's more focused on keeping a routine in the game)
Minecraft (Building a little village and having an army of cats or dogs. Has built many treehouses)
Sky - Children of the Light (The one who is actively looking for player to share a candle with)
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Qiu: He plays games later when he's older. Middle school he's become slightly more reserved, so having a game to destress by himself always helps
Animal Crossing "What do you mean you don't wanna look at my island? Guys."
A Tale of Crowns He seems like the type to enjoy prince x knight and multi-choice stories.
Detroit Become Human The amount of times he's almost had a breakdown just trying to make everyone happy.
Cove: He prefers classic games, nothing too big or a waste of money.
Unpacking He cries
Tetris He stresses
Legend of Zelda, the Windwaker (my childhood fr) he's obsessed
Baxter: He doesn't play games, he claims. He's too busy going out and being busy, but if he ever truly had a rare moment or just by looking at him... he's choose these.
The Sims Self explanatory.
Hollow Knight He feels like he's one with the knight.
Stray Cats and Robots in a game? He's sold. Take his money.
Derek: Derek plays a lot of video games (a healthy amount), he loves it. I imagine he's played these games while you guys weren't together for a while :(
Until Dawn He got jump scared at least twice
Final Fantasy 14 if he has the time. it's a really long game. He plays either a Hyur or Hrothgar Paladin.
The Last of Us 1 and 2. He played the 2nd first though, and he was really upset at that choice when he finished playing)
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anonymous-dentist · 7 months
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Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away there lived a brother and a sister in a hollow tree in the forest. The brother was older, and so he took to working to provide for himself and his sister, much to the sister's annoyance.
Every day, the brother would leave his tree to sell leaves in the market. Every day, he would come home with half a penny, and he and his sister could afford rice for dinner.
One day, the brother's business was interrupted by a rather rude customer: a little brown tabby cat who stole his leaves away like the wind!
"Come back here, you mangy cat!" the brother shouted, and he ran after the cat, waving his stick around like a sword.
(For, you see, the brother dreamed of being a knight in the service of the Eternal King so as to provide for his sister better. He did not yet know that doing so would never be possible for one like him.)
He chased the cat, but he lost it in the crowd. Returning to his corner of the market, he discovered that his leaves had all been blown away in the commotion, leaving him with not even half a penny for his day's work. He and his sister went without supper, and they slept in the cold.
The next day, the brother set up in his corner with a fresh load of leaves.
As had happened the day before, he was rudely interrupted by the cat. It stole his leaves away, he chased it, he returned home with nothing.
"I need to kill that cat," he told his sister.
"No!" she exclaimed.
She slapped him. He slapped her back. The man outside watched.
"Bring that cat home," the sister instructed. "Tell it we have all the leaves it could ever want here."
The brother and his sister went without supper for a second day, and they slept in the cold.
The next day, the brother remembered what his sister had told him. When the cat appeared, he told it, "If you come home with me this afternoon, you'll have all the leaves you could ever want."
The cat listened, ears twitching, and it waited. The brother went home with a half-penny, and he and his sister ate rice for supper, the cat played with the leaves in the forest, and the man outside chose.
The next day at the market, the brother set up his leaves, and the cat stayed with him all the while.
Towards the end of the day, the king came to the market with his royal guard. The brother watched with wide eyes, imagining himself in such fancy armor and with the pay to match.
"Be warned!" the king said. "Be wary of going into the woods! There is a bear, and I would rather not any of my perfect citizens be eaten."
That night, the brother went home with a half-penny for his sister, and they had rice for supper.
"A bear?" the sister asked. "I hate bears."
"I don't know," the brother replied. "I think they're cool. Even if they do eat annoying little girls."
He growled, and he chased his sister around the room, and the man outside knocked at the door. But the children in all their merriment heard nothing.
But the cat did.
The next day, the brother left for the market with his leaves and his cat. But the cat had its eyes wide open, searching the woods.
"Stop being so paranoid," the brother said. He tapped the cat on the head annoyedly. "Bears don't eat cats."
"No, but they do eat little boys," said the man, sliding up next to the brother. "I would be careful, if I were you."
The brother was naturally frightened, but he was also a knight in training. Basically. So he stood up straight, and he looked the man in the eye, and he said, "Don't worry, I'm not scared!"
"Good," said the man. "There isn't anything to be scared of."
The cat hissed. The brother grumbled and kicked at it.
"Isn't he your friend?" the man asked.
"No," replied the brother. "I don't like animals. Especially cats."
"Oh, well that's good," said the man. "Because I would like to buy you."
He was looking at the cat, and so the brother assumed that he was intending to buy the cat. The annoying, annoying cat.
So the brother grinned and nodded. "Okay! I need to go to work now, but you can come to my house tonight to get it!"
"That sounds fair," said the man. He extended a hand, and the brother took it. "I will see you tonight."
The brother blinked, and then the man was gone. The cat, unfortunately, remained.
The brother went to the market, he sold his leaves, and he went home with one half-penny. He and his sister had rice for supper, and he didn't tell her a thing about the man in the woods or the cat. She liked the cat, and he didn't want to deal with another argument when they would be getting enough money out of the exchange for rice and beans for supper.
At midnight, as the sister slept, the brother heard a knock-knock-knock at the door. Outside was the man, and next to him was a large cage.
"In here, please," the man said.
The brother tried to usher the cat in, but it wouldn't get close to the man or his cage. So, angrily, he picked the cat up and crawled into the cage with it.
The cage's door slammed shut behind him.
"Well, that's convenient," said the man. He crouched in front of the cage, and it was only now that the brother noticed the pure black of his eyes and the unnatural stretch of his smile. "I was thinking an owl, but a cat will do just as well."
It was the brother's first cell, and what an important word that would be for him in the future.
But, for now, he held his cat close to his chest, and he cried as the world went dark around him.
The next morning, the sister woke up to her brother missing and a bag of gold coins on the bed he used to lay in.
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