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lilacacia ยท 11 months
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Sunny threw a "Mother is Cancelled Over" House Party where she invited all the friends and acquaintances she had made since coming back to Strangerville. There was serenity, joy and even doubt (Mr. Librarian, ever the clueless!) but above all, it felt like home โค
(This is the last post where I use the #strangerville mystery tag as Sunny had finished the aspiration and will focus on other things.)
Sunny's journey continues on the #little less strangerville tag.
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cloudwhisper23 ยท 6 months
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Trick or treat!
*places a single sundrop on your step*
Awwww, you're so sweet! But we all know the drill by now
You'd just finished up the last of the files, putting them cleanly away where no child would mess with them in the morning. Stretching your back, you sighed and let your eyes close for just a moment.
It had been a long day, certainly busier than most as kids ran around the Pizzaplex in their Halloween costumes. Sun had let the kids paint his casing, and you shuddered to think of what the technicians would think of that.
Something dropped into your lap. Curiously, you opened your eyes and sat up. It was a moondrop. A faint smile crept across your face. You knew exactly what he was getting at with that one. "I was just about to clock out."
"Sleep-over."
"No, I have to go home, Moon." The messy array of paint that Sun had allowed to be smeared across his faceplate lingered on Moon's face, and it looked positively ghastly in the dimmed lights of the office. "Go bother the night guard. I'm sure you'll get a wonderful scream."
"They'd be faking it," Moon replied, opting to land on the floor next to your chair.
"With that costume? No way. The reaction would be 100% natural."
Moon grumbled out something about how you weren't funny and that joke didn't even make sense. He was a jester. Not a clown. And the security guard would not be frightened by a jester because they hadn't in the past.
"Don't you remember? Sun let the kids give you two a costume this year," you replied cheerfully. "C'mon, just give it a shot, Moon. If it doesn't work, you can totally blame me."
Moon made a staticky noise, and you weren't sure if it was agreement or not.
"Tell you what. You can walk me to the door. Just this once." You quickly navigated to the employee section of the computer and typed in your code to clock out. "Since I'm sooooo tired tonight."
Moon peered down at you, an amused chuckle slipping out of his voicebox. An arm wrapped swiftly around your waist as Moon crawled up the desk and ducked into one of the vents. Shoving your face into your shirt, you realized the paint on his face was glowing. Glow in the dark paint?
The kids never used glow in the dark paint since Sun liked to hide it out of reach. But maybe since it was Halloween, Sun let them indulge. After all, the Daycare Attendant wouldn't care for having paint in unpleasant places normally either.
Finally, Moon shot out of the vent, connecting to his wire as he shot toward the door. With a short laugh, you were at the door. "Very kind of you to escort me to the door, Mr. Moon."
Moon's fans whirred at that, but he gave you a mocking salute.
"Don't forget to scare the night guard!" you called back as you pushed the door open. "I want to hear all about it in the morning."
Moon scoffed, but he lifted into the air, presumably on the search for the security guard.
Moon recorded his encounter, and poor Vanessa was never going to live down that experience. You were glad you had a chance to help Moon do something fun for Halloween.
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windfighter ยท 1 year
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Old Injuries
Prompt: Ache | Massage
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Takuya stared at the ceiling. It was one of the bad days, when old injuries from games made themselves known. One of the days when Takuya felt at least ten years older than what he was. There was an ache deep inside his knees and he really didnโ€™t want to move, risk making it worse. Even if he knew that moving would help. It always did.
He could hear Kouji walking around. At least one of them were having a good day. Takuya slowly sat up, his body protested. He winced, stretched. Bent his knees and groaned. The left knee was worse. He had been out for six months when that happened. Had even been told heโ€™d never be able to play again.
That doctor had been an absolute quack and Takuya had refused to listen.
He stretched his knees again, put his hands on the left one. Tried to push the pain out of it. It only made it worse. Spending the day in bed sounded really tempting. He didnโ€™t have anything planned anyway, unless Kouji wanted to do something. Takuya leaned back against his elbows, stared at the ceiling again. He took a deep breath, released it through his nose.
The door opened. Kouji stepped inside and his face turned into a frown when he saw Takuya. Takuya didnโ€™t miss the cane Kouji held in his left hand, that he was leaning way too heavily against.
โ€Bad day?โ€ Kouji asked.
โ€Yeah.โ€
Takuya closed his eyes. Listened as Kouji walked into the bedroom. Now when he was closer Takuya could hear how uneven his steps were.
โ€Really thought you were having a good day for a second thereโ€, Takuya said.
Kouji shrugged and sank down on the bed next to Takuyaโ€™s legs. Takuya opened his eyes, watched as Kouji screwed off his prosthesis and put it to the side together with the cane.
โ€Itโ€™s only a three, I thinkโ€, Kouji said.
Takuya wasnโ€™t sure what Kouji was grading that on and didnโ€™t protest. He pulled himself higher into the bed, leaned against the headend of it. Kouji glared at him and he snickered.
โ€Which one?โ€ Kouji asked and moved after him.
โ€Both? Left oneโ€™s worst though.โ€
Takuya let out a sigh.
โ€Sometimes I wish I could just chop them off.โ€
Kouji shook his head.
โ€It doesnโ€™t helpโ€, he said. โ€Painโ€™s still there.โ€
Takuya had no idea how bad a ten was for Kouji. He never asked and he didnโ€™t think Kouji could explain it anyway. Kouji rubbed his hands together, put them against Takuyaโ€™s thigh and pulled them along it, pressing his fingers into Takuyaโ€™s muscles. Warmth spread along Takuyaโ€™s leg and he moaned.
โ€How do you do that?โ€ he asked.
Kouji didnโ€™t answer straight away, kept working with Takuyaโ€™s legs. The ache didnโ€™t completely disappear, it probably never would, but it became easier to handle, to ignore. He felt warmer, more mobile. Kouji hmmed quietly.
โ€Frenci does it for me sometimes, when the phantom pains get too badโ€, he said.
He looked at Takuya, gave an apologetic smile.
โ€Should probably show you, in case it happens while Iโ€™m here. Howโ€™s your knee?โ€
โ€Better.โ€
Takuya pulled his knees up, stretched and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He felt like he could at least move to the couch. He reached for Kouji, pulled him closer and kissed him.
โ€Thank you, youโ€™re a lifesaver.โ€
โ€Comes with the jobโ€, Kouji said.
There was a deep sadness in his eyes. It always appeared when he talked about his job without talking about it. Like there was stuff he did that he didnโ€™t want Takuya to know. Didnโ€™t want anyone to know. Takuya forced himself to laugh, because he could tell Kouji didnโ€™t want to think about whatever he was thinking about.
โ€If being a doctor is requirement for taking pictures maybe we should send Kouichi abroad instead. Seraphimon knows he needs to get out of the hospital and experience life.โ€
Kouji snorted. Takuya smiled and pushed himself off the bed. Mission successful. He put his hands to his side. His knees protested a bit, but not nearly as much as earlier. He looked at Kouji, who laid down across the bed.
โ€Soโ€ฆ what are we doing today?โ€ Takuya asked.
Kouji shrugged, put his hands on his stomach and stared at the ceiling. Takuya waited, hoped Kouji wouldnโ€™t suggest a long walk on the beach or through town or something like that. He could probably make it to the store, but really all he wanted to to was curl up on the couch and watch some football.
โ€Nothing plannedโ€, Kouji said. โ€Was thinking about taking the train somewhere though. Or ask the others to come over for board games. Either is fine.โ€
Takuya knew โ€™the othersโ€™ meant Kouichi, Izumi and Junpei. He wasnโ€™t sure if their kids were included in the deal. Kouji closed his eyes. He looked tired and Takuya sat down on the bed again.
โ€So how bad is a three actually?โ€ he asked.
โ€I can walkโ€, Kouji said and shrugged. โ€Itโ€™ll always hurt soโ€ฆ nothing to do but keep moving.โ€
Takuya wanted to argue. Tell Kouji to get some rest and take it easy if it was hurting him. But Kouji wouldnโ€™t listen to that.
โ€Boardgames sounds good. Iโ€™ll call the others while you just wait here for breakfast.โ€
Kouji smiled and shook his head but didnโ€™t get up. Takuya left the bedroom, grabbed his phone and made the call. His knees ached with every step, a dull pain he could easily ignore, but still there, and he knew exactly what Kouji meant. There was nothing to do but to keep moving.
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the most anticipated comic from this blog: White Boy Goes Dancing (follows directly from this)
Everyone's been sending me asks for this! I have a second part to this planned for the future. Watch this space!
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lilybug-02 ยท 2 months
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Pain is a great motivatorโ€ฆ
Part 26 || First || Previous || Next
โ€”Full Seriesโ€”
Meanwhile Toriel:
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(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)
Artist note: Iโ€™m so proud of this :))) I know itโ€™s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. Iโ€™m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!
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syea-say ยท 6 months
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The finale of a never-ending masquerade.
AQ 4.2 spoilers.
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stil-lindigo ยท 1 year
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patchwork canary.
a comic about two girls, fate, and a powerful man who felt entitled to something that wasnโ€™t his to own.
support me on patreon (if youโ€™d like to see more comics like this one)
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theoldkyokodied ยท 2 months
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It's always funny in sillydelphia or whatever. Sorry i can't concentrate on making a joke, there are women right in front of me (pointing at my own genderbend iasip drawings, sweating profusely)
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braisedhoney ยท 4 months
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fighting back? against who? they're so happyโ€”they've been waiting for you.
you are wonderful. don't you know that?
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bonus: they play sims together :)
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qrowscant-art ยท 7 months
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MY BROTHER ; THE PARASITE
People die, and sometimes they come back. Your brother is one of those. Even as his body rots and his mind unravels, he still has control over youโ€” just like when you were kids.
A short, interactive story about a corpse, a complicated sibling relationship, and the things we forget. Made in Twine. Written, illustrated, and coded in about three weeks for the IFComp.
Content warnings included on the itch.io page and in the story itself.
|| PLAY HERE! ||
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smuttyaf ยท 3 months
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The Business
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๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐š๐ง๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง, ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐Ÿ๐ข๐š.
๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ž: ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž/๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ž๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ, ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ & ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐›๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ, ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค, ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐›๐๐ฌ๐ฆ. ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ.
๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ | ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐
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๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ:
his life is starting to affect you.
๐ฃ๐š๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐›:
the story about how you meet.
๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ:
harry shows you what he does for work.
๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ซ. ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ: ( ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐š )
harry introduces bdsm.
๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฆ
secrets cut wounds into the relationship.
๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž
youโ€™re compelled to adapt to his lifestyle.
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crescentfool ยท 3 months
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judgement day ๐ŸŒ•
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zu-is-here ยท 8 months
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โ€ข ->
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otaku553 ยท 9 months
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Haha
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hansoeii ยท 1 year
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the steard is making a return!
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sheepwithspecs ยท 3 months
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i don't normally make posts about things myself but i keep thinking about how the whole point of EW was that the strength you needed didn't come from a god, or a supreme being, or a primal or anything: it all comes from you
your love for this world and your friends and everything that you allow purpose and meaning- that is what gives you the strength to climb to your feet, even when you feel utterly alone at the end of the universe
In Shb we had Ardbert who gave us the strength to take that next step, but in EW we are alone (save for Zenos i guess but this ain't about him). That's why even though I agree that "it was the ancients" is becoming an extremely stale take, I still forgive MotR and the Twelve because it's hammering in EW's theme of being enough to handle what life throws at you without needing to rely on something much larger than yourself
EW's plot- and even the Omicron quests -point to the fact that dynamis alone does nothing. It has to be moved to action by feelings/emotions for it to work. As N-7000 says, "all [dynamis] requires is for us to ask "what if?""
Zodiark did not save the Ancients. Hydaelyn cannot save Her Children. The Twelve do not answer your cries. Primals are bound to the prayers of those that summon them.
The Warrior of Light is an imperfect being. More talented than most, but imperfect yet. EW does not make you a god. It shows that change can be wrought by anyone, at any time. You need not do it alone: there are others willing to come to your aid. But when you are alone, at the end of your rope, facing insurmountable odds: the strength you need can only come from within.
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