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He’s so precious I love him 🥺

gartic phone ryan i drew in gartic phone

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I just wanna talk about Laura and Max for a second. In almost all the mainline Supermassive games (Little Hope being kiiind of an exception?) they have a motif of starting you out in the past, playing out a scene of inevitable tragedy with a couple of characters who act as sacrificial lambs. Nothing you do can save them. It acts to set the tone for each game, make new players feel like their choices have consequences, and now to string all the games together along with other stylistic similarities - like a narrative makers mark.

So when Max and Laura show up in the opening scene, encounter spooky ghosts, and get mauled by a monster in the basement, you don’t really think twice about it. They are the sacrificial lambs of The Quarry, they encounter the truth before our real protagonists do and are made to pay for it. As a result, when the game reveals suddenly that they’re still alive, that they have been this entire time, that you’ll even get to play as Laura again (that Max section totally doesn’t count), it takes on this brand new quality of redemption. They’re Schrodinger’s lambs now, both slaughtered by the narrative and also active in the course that the rest of the story will take. You’re given one last chance. Depending on your choices, you can still save them… but by default they’re already doomed, both bitten by the time they return. They’re like Orpheus and Eurydice on the brink of escaping the underworld. One last trial, one long night, and maybe, just maybe… they can conquer death.

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Me as a highly neuro-divergent Pokemon

I drew the gang,

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Laura: When I first met you, I did not like you

Travis: I'm aware of that

Laura: But then you and I spent some time together

Travis: Uh-huh

Laura: It did not get better

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Pose ib @/zmeess on Twitter/X

An older sketch I never got around to finish, but they look exceptionally soft in it 🙏🏼

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@drylan asked me this forever ago…

And here, finally, is the result:

Wordlessly, the tall boy with the missing hand and the much smaller girl with the gun strapped to her back rose to their feet and started forward. The boy in black, Ryan, skidded to a halt before them, a little out of breath. Had it really been less than a full day since they’d stood in this exact spot in the golden evening light, shooting the shit over mundane topics like luggage and podcasts?

“‘Sup, man?” Dylan said, entirely too casually. He immediately wanted to punch himself, repeatedly, in the face.

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*Dylan voice* I’m sorry, does anyone not think cutting your boyfriend’s hand off (because he told you to, because it was hurting him, because you take direction extremely well) is romantic as all fuck?

STOP i don't wanna say it i swear i don't i don't wanna be weird about this BUT there's something so intimate about your partner being the one who HAS TO cut off you hand I SAID IT I'M SORRY I HAD TO.

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don't mess wit a gay person n their newly acquired emotional support m/f pair

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Cat and dog couples 💖💖💖

Have more TikTok silliness

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This is all so funny to me.

I already hated the boar scene but I just realized that when Nick SAVES HER from the fucking boar she says "What the hell, Nick!"

So I am an Abi anti now peace and love

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Jacob: We aren’t gonna lose, because we have everything we need to win right here [points to his chest]

Abigail, smiling: Heart.

Jacob: No. Me! I’m going to win this for us.

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They r so cute :((

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More Rylan artwork by Norles! I’ve seen the first one on Pinterest (uncredited, naturally) but only the first version where Ryan is very pale. The artist actually listened to feedback and fixed his skin tone which I really appreciate, and made this other cute collage style piece of them in an 80’s AU too. My phone wasn’t able to translate most of it but apparently Kaitlyn is betting against Dylan at baseball and if he loses, Ryan has to go out on a date with her. Do we think 80’s Dylan is as hopeless at sports as contemporary Dylan? 😂

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ryan sees dylan in a bar a year or so after the events at hacketts quarry and they haven’t talked since court, and they angry fuck in the bathroom

Ryan froze, then and there. It was as if someone had dropped an ice bucket down the length of his back. But how could he not feel that way with...with him here, in front of him?

So many memories flashed through his brain in that moment. Dylan's coy words, his flirting, the taste of his lips mixed with cheap stolen beer, the sounds of his cries, the shrill pitch of his voice as he screamed...the taste of his blood, as he splashed against Ryan's lips. How it coated them both.

The sad, forlorn looks in a hospital, in a court room, the final goodbye that apparently wasn't as final as he thought.

He has a moment, only a moment, to turn away. To leave this place he had stumbled upon randomly one night as some from of an escape from everything. Because Dylan hadn't noticed him yet.

But then he did.

Ryan himself had bleached his hair, covered himself in piercings and ink, even more than before everything happened. He preferred the outlet, the escape. Maybe if he looked different from back then, he could forget all those memories. He could be a different person.

Dylan looked a bit rougher around the edges. His hair had grown down to his shoulders, soft stubble graced the lower half of his face, and his clothes were a bit crumbled.

He eyed Ryan a little, draping his armless hand across the surface of the bar. At least he seemed less self conscious about it now. "Fancy meeting you here, big guy."

"H-Hey." Ryan offered as he sat next to Dylan, waving the bartender down and ordering himself a drink, then, thinking better, ordered another for what Dylan was having, too.

"That's all you have to say, man? 'Hey?'" He kept his voice low, to not draw suspicion from the other guests and the bartender, but as Ryan took a swig of his own freshly placed drink, he knew there was a dangerous edge there.

He thought carefully as he gripped his glass. "I don't know what else to say."

"...unfortunately I think you're telling the truth." Dylan sighed, tossed back the rest of what remained in his glass and began to make quick work of the drink Ryan had given him. "Thanks for that, by the way."

"S-Sure, man, of course." There was a tension there, between them, something tight. Ryan kept waiting for it to snap, as they sat there, listening to the shitty music and sipping on overpriced liquor.

"You really weren't the best with words, though. Not unless you were telling those fucking campfire stories for the brats." He snorted and then continued. "You always were better with actions, huh, Ry-Guy?"

Dylan stood up, placing some cash on the bar, and Ryan almost flinched. Not because he was afraid that Dylan would hurt him. No. But because he knew he needed to act, he needed to do something, before Dylan left.

He couldn't lose him again. He couldn't be selfish and cut him off again. This was another chance, this was-

Ryan's brain froze once more as he took in the fact Dylan didn't head out the front door. No. He looked back at Ryan, eyes deep and soulful and so fucking angry. And then he headed to the bathroom.

His body began to move on it's own then, mirroring Dylan as he tossed some bills on the counter, the bartender giving him this almost knowing look that made him a bit nauseous.

Brushing it off, though, he trailed behind Dylan, relieved to find the men's bathroom to be a single stall and, incidentally, unlocked. He locked it behind him.

"You seemed so eager to leave us all behind before and now you're following me after I take a piss?" Dylan laughed, but there was definitely some bite to it.

"I-I'm sorry, I..." The words failed to come, the meaning and desire to connect there but dammit, he really was just fumbling, struggling, to find the right thing to say.

Dylan stood up from the sink and took a few steps forward, effectively pinning Ryan against the bathroom door. "Stop speaking with your words. Do it with your hands."

Ryan could see now, feel it, the heat radiating off of Dylan. Not just the anger. The sadness. The fear. And the desire. Burning red hot above almost all else.

Quickly, he switched their positions, pushing Dylan against the surprisingly sturdy door and kissing him breathless. Dylan invited him in, tongue and lips and teeth, nearly biting and sucking on each other as he panted. Ryan loved each new noise he made, especially the additional puffs of breath when he tugged on his hair.

He slid to his knees, unzipping Dylan's jeans and sucking him down instantly. It tasted like sweat and skin, earthy with a twinge of body soap. Ryan relished in it, the way his jaw ached and how Dylan tugged at his own bleached locks, making a blonde joke in between his desperate moans.

Once he was good and wet, Ryan pulled his own pants down, demanded Dylan finish the job, and he did.

How convenient this crummy little bar bathroom had individual packets of lube for a quarter in a little machine hung up on the wall?

Dylan thrusts his own name and curses out of Ryan's mouth, until he bites back into it with his own swollen lips, swallowing each gasp and moan and cry.

After, Ryan cried. He couldn't help it. Not because he regretted it, but because of how tenderly Dylan held him, how he gently caressed his face and kissed his lips.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's alright now."

Ryan would go home with him that night. No more goodbyes.

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Happy birthday Emma!

April 25th

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Happy Birthday Emma!!! (April 25)