#exhibition games

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pairing(s) — bull-rider!MATTHEW TKACHUK x barrel racer!hughes!reader (can be read as an unnamed oc) wc — 1.8k synopsis — wear the hat, ride the cowboy—even if it might get you disowned.

note — there's one line referring to the reader as jack's twin, but no physical description is given. also, this one-shot is a "party favor" from our feb slumber party

specific content warnings under the cut.

cw — quinn being a dramatic, misogynistic douche-canoe 3000 for the entirety (ratty matty has his moments, too), no actual smut but it's heavily implied they do the dirty on the reg, a disgustingly intimate situationship — ick, off-color comment(s) relating to first times and the concept of virginity, lots and lots of familial angst (jack is a snake), oh! and more than a few loose ends... but you know the drill by now, i'm incapable of keeping a story contained

“Go on, Palomino Princess. Ride me like one of your ponies.” 

Condescension drips from the lazy taunt. Matthew earns a palm to the chest for it; her ire lands with a faint thud, but he doesn’t mind. He gets off on riling her up, and after two years of backseat meetings and hushed phone calls, he’s damn good at it too. That, and she might be the most reactive person he’s ever met—and that’s saying something. 

Matthew’s been going head-to-head with all three of her brothers for over a decade, and he’s known their family for even longer. Having a short fuse must be genetic.    

“Y’won’t break me if that’s the hold-up. S’gonna take a hell of a lot more than a dry humpin’ buckle bunny to put me outta commission, sweetheart.” 

He knows damn well she ain’t anywhere close to the derogatory term, but he likes what the complete disregard for her accomplishments does to her deceptively cherubic face. 

It may look less harrowing than every other event on the card, but barrel racing ain’t for the faint-hearted. The event is a death wish personified, and it feels about as good as someone taking a metal pipe to both shins. It takes balls—metaphorically, in her case—to charge into an arena on an American Quarter horse with the intention of guiding it through a cloverleaf pattern around three barrels while sprinting at top speed, but it takes dedication and skill to succeed the way she has. The winner is determined by just thousandths of a second. 

The woman perched on his tailgate is unmatched—undefeated.  

Flames of pride lap at his loins, the fire of desire stoked by the wicked roll of her hips. 

“Ohh—shit!” Matthew hisses, his head lolling back as his hips buck into her heat. 

She smirks, apparently vindictive as ever. “How’s that, cowboy? Everything you dreamed?” 

“And more,” he growls as he grabs a fistful of her backside. 

His grip is tighter than it needs to be as he switches positions. Not nearly as rough as she would prefer it; beggars can’t be choosers.  

Matthew steps between her knees, and, despite herself, she shivers with anticipation. Chuckling, amusement twinkles in his baby blues. “Now give me a kiss, sweetheart. My lips are feelin’ a little lonely tonight, and you happen to be wearin’ my hat, Little Miss.” 

He flicks the brim of his hat. She catches it before it hits the ground before plopping it back on the rightful owner, the damage already done.  

“You just love that antiquated rule,” she shakes her head while most definitely laughing at his expense. “Y’wouldn’t see any action without it, now would you?” 

Matthew grins. Trading insults is his favorite form of foreplay. “Neither would you. Isn’t that your signature move, outlaw?”

“I should kick you to the back of the line with that attitude. Hell, I’d probably be better off keeping you at a distance anyway.” 

“Keep mouthin’ off and see how far it gets ya. Definitely nowhere near that McMansion castle you call home, that’s for sure.” 

“Oh, don’t you worry ‘bout me, sugar. I’ve got plenty of options if I need a ride home.” 

“I’ll bet, show pony. Sexiest can chaser east of the Mississippi; who wouldn’t be chomping at the bit to carry Cinderella home to her Daddy?” 

Men have a habit of gawking at her; Matthew has a habit of relieving them of their teeth. 

He leans in to taunt her ear with greedy lips and barbed arrogance. “Best of luck finding one that’ll fuck you better than me.”     

“Do you think about other guys fucking me often?” she fires without missing a beat.

More than he would like, actually.

With a heavy, drawn-out sigh, he runs a hand over his face. His patience is running thin, and his jeans are starting to chafe. Exasperated, he tries coaxing her to reason, “Sweetheart, c’mon. We both know you want this—want me. Stop makin’ this so damn hard.” 

“Why? Because you already are?” 

Matthew makes an exaggerated show of play-biting her scrunched-up nose. 

“Woman, you drive me insane.”

“It’s why you’re so obses—“ 

Her teasing is thwarted by the sound of her own name. Spat out of her older brother’s mouth like a heirloom gone sour, it's no great surprise Quinn looks at her like he can’t recognize her. Like a stranger—like a traitor. 

Guilt, thin and fleeting, pieces the tenderness between her ribs. 

She squirms, attempting to put some distance between them as if that could erase the discovery—and her culpability—from his mind. Matthew and his shit-eating grin keep her from getting too far but don’t be fooled. This is no chivalrous encouragement to stand her ground. It’s got nothing to do with her and everything to do with her brother. 

Quinn rages outside the hauler housing Matthew’s precious 3500 Laramie. Walking by, seeing the main trailer hitched Brady’s F-350 made his stomach churn. It didn’t sit right, and now he knew why. 

“You can’t be serious! Nuh-uh, no—no fucking way. Get out here before I drag you out myself.”  

At his tone, what little remorse she felt dissipates. They were both far too old for his tired, overbearing song-and-dance. 

“Who died and made you king?” 

Quinn, blinded by overripe anger, sweeps over the irritation, twisting her tongue and the disbelief arching her brow. “I thought I made myself clear last time. Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

“Oh, crystal, Quinny.” Matthew snorts at the juvenile nickname but is swiftly cajoled into silence with a pinch to the side. “Message received.” 

“Then quit screwin’ around and get your ass back to the truck before Dad blows a gasket. He’s been lookin’ all over for you. So, you best be thanking your lucky stars I got here first. That its me catchin’ you red-handed colluding with the enemy.” 

He’s so serious, nearly shaking with rage, it’s difficult not to laugh. She can count on one hand the instances wherein her brother became visibly angry—all of them involving the man standing between her dangling feet. She fares better than him, but that’s to be expected. Unlike her accomplice, for her, there’s real risk involved. 

“Just ‘cause I heard you don’t mean I have to listen.” 

Lips pressed to her temple, Matthew clicks his tongue in approval. ‘Bout damn time she started giving back what Quinn so readily dishes out. 

“Look, y’can spread your legs for anyone with big dreams and a buckle some other night. Parade around the circuit acting like a slut, see if I give a shit. But not tonight. And not with him.” 

The knowing glint in Quinn’s blackened eyes is telling, but it isn’t as menacing as he thinks it is. The Hughes heir apparent couldn’t be judge, jury, and executioner. He doesn’t have a lick of proof. Just suspicion and a personal vendetta the size of Texas. 

A safety net swaying below, Matthew decides to have a little fun. “Whoa, settle down, Trust Fund. Y’can’t talk to a lady like that, ‘specially not your sister.” 

He’s no white knight, but he can pretend. 

And isn’t that what you’re all doing? Pretending to be people you aren’t. Acting out your roles, putting on a show. After all, a performance will always be more entertaining than the truth. 

“—and here I thought etiquette classes were a Rodeo Royalty rite of passage. Glad t’know she ain’t the only roughneck hellion in your family tree, Huggy.” 

Quinn’s jaw tightens. His tongue threatens to put a hole through his cheek. Hands on his hips, the eldest sibling only nods. He ignores Matthew entirely. 

“Real winner y’got there. A class act. You really know how to pick ‘em—cream of the goddamn crop. Say, what’re you gonna do when he inevitably gets bored of you? When he gets his hands on a fresh doe-eyed virgin to tarnish?” 

After she finishes with Matthew, she’s kicking Jack’s sorry ass. 

Those anxieties—and that majorly personal tidbit of information—were shared in confidence. Because unlike her older brother, she trusted her twin. Well, she used to, at least. Luke’ll be over the moon at the chance to be her favorite. 

She bares her teeth like a scorned lapdog. “We’re not kids anymore, Q. You can’t push me around whenever you want or tell me what to do like you’re my father. And you sure as shit can’t bully me into submission, either. Give it up, or get lost.” 

“Whatever,” Quinn barks as he backs away from the trailer. “Your fuckin’ funeral.” 

Listening to the fading sound of her brother’s Ariats pounding through the dirt, she buries her face in the warm, familiar crook of Matthew’s neck; she needs a moment alone. He seems to understand this, his mouth zipped shut as he runs calloused hands up and down her sides. She’s breathing heavily, but he does her the simple mercy of leaving it be. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was growing on you,” Matthew hums, a low-maintenance attempt to lighten the mood. 

They don’t do the touchy-feely BS. It’s one of the things that reeled him in—and kept him coming back. 

“But you do.” She pulls away to look up at him, chin resting on his sternum. He hates that her melancholic eyes are red-rimmed. “—and stop thinking, it doesn’t suit you.” 

“And what does, princess? I’m dyin’ for your insight.” 

“Shut the door and I’ll show you.” 

He blinks, taken aback. Who is this brazen tart, and when did she take your place? Matthew wonders to himself. Maybe he is the bad influence everyone paints him as… He hasn’t really thought about it until now, and it's troubling the way it makes his chest tighten. 

Matthew clears his throat—and, from his mind, the distressing notion that he’s ruined someone good with his carelessness—as he leans over. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

He pulls the hauler’s heavy metal door shut with clamorous finality.  

Matthew Tkachuk might be the most self-serving swindler on dirt, but Quinn Hughes is just another name on his list. A box to tick and then forget. He wouldn’t lose sleep, it wasn’t like their friendship meant a damn thing. Not anymore. A friend turned foe, reduced to another obstacle in his way, a hurdle to jump. 

Tonight, his sister’s fealty; tomorrow, his title.

Retribution is at his fingertips, so close he can taste it. Yet, it would seem that Matthew merely traded one hornet’s nest for another. 

At least this one’s easy on the eyes. 

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[gay-fae]

hey shout out of recognition and validation to all the queer people who didn’t exhibit many queer behaviors or have queer many experiences when they were young!! shout out to trans women and trans men who didn’t feel bad about or uncomfortable with their AGAB when they were younger and didn’t gravitate toward the “opposite side of things”. shout out to nonbinary and genderfluid ppl who felt content with their AGAB all of their childhood or even teen and adults years. shout out to lesbians who didn’t have any crushes on girls growing up and liked traditionally feminine things and shout out to gay men who didn’t have any crushes on boys growing up and liked traditionally masculine things. shout out to bi and pan and omni people who only had hetero attractions growing up. shout out to aros and aces who thought they experienced crushes or attraction or whatever while growing up and didn’t feel excluded by being surrounded by allo people. shout out to literally any queer people who didn’t “show the signs” growing up because that can make you feel invalidated or worried that you’re faking it and you shouldn’t feel worried about that! When we say that everyone’s journey and experience is different, that includes you!! Happy pride month <3

#pride #pride month #happy pride month #lgbtq #lgbt #gay #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #transgender #nonbinary #genderfluid #asexual #aromantic #aroace #queer #fable’s stuff #i personally exhibited many signs of being aroace but genderfluid? NOPE #when I realized I was genderfluid I worried PROFUSELY that I was faking it for attention or something #because growing up I HATED being referred to as anything REMOTELY masculine and never wanted to “play the dad’’ when playing games & stuff #i was very comfortable w being a cis girl and being feminine and had no desire to be masculine!! #but now I DO experience the desire to be masc and androgynous as my gender shifts and that doesn’t mean im faking it #sometimes our brains can just switch up on us bc they’re developing #or sometiems our childhood influences can affect our development and make things manifest differently #whatever it may be #it’s okay and there is nothing wrong with you

[dabunnyvm]

the best nurse of qsmp, totally trustworthy

#my art #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp quackity #qsmp fanart #qsmp #qsmpblr #badboyhalo #qsmp richarlyson #elquackity #fanart #digital art #digital drawing #video game fanart #artists on tumblr #qsmp lore #i hope one day i'll be on the museum exhibition #im working on it #trying my best #i am experimenting with my artstyle and color palettes! #i really like how this turned out #i keep forgetting to post here

[53v3nfrn5]

This Game Boy, owned by a US Army medic, survived a barracks bombing during the 1990-1991 Gulf War. Despite being partially melted it still functions and is now displayed at the Nintendo Store in New York with a plaque explaining its history.

#nintendo #gameboy #game boy #retro nintendo #tetris #gulf war #aesthetic #90s #nostalgia #childhood #video games #museum #exhibition #tech #techcore #gadgets #technology #old school #vintage gaming #vintage tech #retro tech

[garadinervi]

Stanisław Dróżdż, ALEA IACTA EST, (assemblage of dice, board, plexiglass frame), [part of 'Alea iacta rst' ('Kości zostały rzucone'), exhibited at the 50th Venice Biennale, Polish Pavilion, Venezia, June 15 – November 2, 2003], 2003 [© Estate of Stanisław Dróżdż]

#art #geometry #pattern #structure #game #installation #exhibition #stanisław dróżdż #venice biennale #2000s

[moawling]

Queer Games Exhibit + Kickstarter

Hello, everyone! I haven't been able to make much pixel art this past year, but I'm super excited to share what I've been working on the past couple of months!

I've been organizing FREE PLAY! Richmond, VA's first queer video games exhibit hosted at The Iridian Gallery, the only LGBTQ-focused exhibit in the southern U.S. (more under the cut)

We're running a kickstarter campaign to help cover the costs of the exhibit. We're also hoping to secure artist honorarium anD get gameboy cartridges, zines and other merch created!

If you all could share and support the kickstarter, it would mean so so much to me!

For the past couple of months, we built custom displays for all nine of our games!! and paid for transporting, printing, everything, so that our devs could focus on their games :)

Galleries often take 50% (or more) of artists' commissions! Not only that, but making, transporting, and installing artwork can get pretty expensive! The high price point makes it really hard for artists and game devs to share noncommercial artworks. It's our mission to help mitigate these costs and make it more accessible for game devs to share their art!

Your support will go a long way to making this project sustainable! And will help many queer game devs share their work :)

THE SHOW OPENS THIS FRIDAY! We're having a HUGE PARTY on January 12th @7pm! You're totally invited!

#queer artist #lgbtqia #lgbt art #gamedev #indiegamedev #art exhibition #rva #retro gaming #kickstarter

[meadowsparrows]

La Palmyre Zooparc - Planet Zoo It's been a while since I posted anything on Planet Zoo, so here are my tigers and their indoor and outdoor enclosures.

#screenshot #games #game screenshots #video games #planet zoo screenshots #planet zoo franchise #planet zoo showcase #planet zoo exhibits #planet zoo #Planet zoo tigers #Tigers #gaming #my screenshots #do not claim as your own

[glitchphotography]

Scenes from "The Liquid Halls of Modernity" The Offshore Firm, Volume II (2023) --

// 1 min 50 sec video piece made for "Patchwork Glitch" an exhibition of narrative-based glitch arts at the ImnotArt Gallery in Chicago. September 1-14, 2023. //   Retrodystopic hyper-corporate spaces created with “Life Stage: Virtual House” (1993) for 3DO and composited with corrupted "Super Battleship" ROMs and the intro to "H2O: Just Add Water"

#glitchcore #art #video game art #dreamcore #lowpoly #3d #90s #webcore #3do #the life stage: virtual house #retrowave #aesthetic #vaporwave #new media #postcinema #battleship #h2o just add water #art exhibit

[curarechai]

Connor McDavid and Dylan Strome's first/last games as teammates

July 21st 2012 - May 15th 2015 (x, x)

#connor mcdavid #dylan strome #mcstrome #yes i am emotional that the first time they were on the ice together their hands were clasped around a cup #and their last time together they were curled around each other after being eliminated from one #they are so tender literally all of the time and it's 2024 but i'm not getting over it #(also i'm almost positive they haven't been teammates in any international/exhibition/camp games before or after this #but if i'm wrong please let me know! always excited for more footage of the boys)

[aquabuggy]

Today!!!

#check reblogs! #aqua #aquacore #toy aqua #aqua toys #water toys #water games #bug’s collection #exhibitions #San Diego county fair

[gavidaily]

Please enjoy this video of Gavi's first goal with Barça (and the Catalan narrator losing his mind over it ❤️‍🩹)

#gavi #pablo gavi #fc barcelona #*video #'the whole camp nou chanting his name' :( #'it isnt andres iniesta it's pablo paez gavira that makes such a extraordinary thing' #'an authentic exhibition; wonderful' :( #this is one of his best games #he was so good and everywhere in that field #és un culé més <3 #*tbg

[skiitter]

At the end of his quest line, Astarion repeats the words he said to Tav on the night they let him feed on them and the narrative poetry of that choice is exceptional.

#“This is a gift you know. I won’t forget it.” #those are the words #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #Astarion #spoilers-ish #his character arc is honestly exceptional I cannot believe I ever doubted Larian #the growth he exhibits while still staying true to the core of who he is astounds me #like #no other game could ever hope to get it this right #this is for the good ending btw #in no world would I convince him to do the ritual

[presiding]

high chaos/low chaos/join the chaos in my dishonored 2 rewrite

#dishonored #dishonored 2 #emily kaldwin #billie lurk #dishonored 2 spoilers #dishonored spoilers #dishonored fanfic #the monster in the hull #yeah yeah yeah the duke was responsible for this but also like. why did emily let someone that incompetent run the show so long #re: the stunt double solution. when i frame it like this it makes emily seem careless #she was and that's the point! but also to me it's #exhibit A for: 'we had a cool game mechanic idea so we forced the story to fit around it' #it is extremely cool to have a body double involved in an assassination (bet they considered twins at some point) #but her solution defs doesnt make emily look good. which again. its a AAA game they dont expect ppl to think bout it #the pain of being a Narrative Enjoyer in a Videogames Need Gimmicks world #so i addressed this even if just a little in the fic. didn't want to derail majorly it's slowburn enough already. #stop! stop! it's already slow burn!! etc etc. haaaaa #yeah it's 100k at this point. added some scenes probably splitting final chapter into 2 #because like arkane i too cannot resist a gimmick *sighs and fist bumps a corporate entity* #pres writes essays in tags

[labrat20]

Now that I'm on Tumblr I can post my submission for that Ib contest that happened a little while back

#Ib #rpg horror #ib garry #ib mary #exhibition #i love this game so much man #pixel horror

[oracleandbone]

We’re honoured to announce that Oracle and Bone will be attending “Female Protagonists: International Women Game Makers Week” presented by the Goethe-Institut Taipei. We will be participating in panels and facilitating an interactive workshop. We appreciate Goethe-Institut Taipei and Allison Yang for their kind invitation. We look forward to meeting everyone there.

Information

https://www.goethe.de/ins/tw/cn/kul/sup/gam/ge/ase.html

#a summer's end #visual novel #game exhibition #lgbtq+ #taiwan #game development #a summer's end - Hong Kong 1986 #in the ocean i learned to float #Oracle & Bone #game workshop #game design #event #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #asian lgbtq

[bunnyisintrouble]

I offer myself to be used at a games night as a scoreboard for the players to keep track of every round. Once we run out of space on my arms and legs, they can str¡p me and scribble all over my thighs, my belly, boobs and back. I'll walk around naked, covered in numbers and scratches, leaning over the gamers' laps as they spread my butt cheeks to take notes with a sharpie. But it's only when the competition is over that I realize: all this time they were marking which parts the champions of each round would get to fck. Sometimes sole winners, sometimes teams of players, they all get in line and chat casually as they wait their turn to claim the prize. Everybody with a sharpie in hand, of course, so they could tag their names on the last place left to sign: my face.

#bunny posts #bunnyisintrouble #body writing #multiple people #gaming #exhibit #bd/sm bunny #bd/sm cnc #bd/sm fucktoy #bd/sm fantasy #bd/sm humiliation #bd/sm scenario #bd/sm toy #cnc free use #cnc groping #cnc public #cnc soft #cnc toy #bunny's wishes