#berri asks

[bucketfullofstrawberries]

Would you rather

Have unlimited bacon

But no games

OR

Games, unlimited games

But no games

I SAY, BOY, I SAY, I SAY. NOW LISTEN CLOSELY, SON, I WANT YOUR MOST HONEST OPINION:

WOULD YA RATHER HAVE UNLIMITED BACON, BOY, AND WERE TALKIN A LOT OF BACON, BOY, BACON OF A NEVA ENDIN EXTRAVAGANZAH, BOY!! BUT YA DONT GET NO MORE OF THOSE VIDEO GAMES, YA HEAR, BOY? AINT NO MORE PURCHASIN OR PLAYIN OF THE NEW HIGH TECH GAMIN INDUSTRY OR NONNA THAT WHOLE SHABOO, BOY, YA GOTTA GO LITTLE OR HOME, BOY, THERE AINT NO CHOICE BOY!!! OR. WOULD YA RATHER HAVE YASELF SOME GAMES, BOY, IM TALKIN REAL GAMES, BOY. UNLIMITED GAMES, BOY, A LIFETIME SUPPLY, BOY YA CANT MISS IT!! ...BUT NO GAMES. THATS IT, BOY, THATS THE END OF THE LINE, BOY, YA HEAR, SON? THATS IT, YA AINT GETTIN NO GAMES AFTER THAT, ITS ALL GONE BOY, END OF THE LINE, BOY, ITS OUTTA YA CONTROL' BOY!!!

..NOW. WHAT'LL IT BE, BOY? I SAY, WHAT'LL IT BE?

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[nonranghaes]

heads up! reader is drunk. food mentions.

mingyu doesn't know if this is the cutest he's ever seen you, but he thinks it might be pretty high up there. you're drunk as hell, and he, ever the doting boyfriend, has lovingly brought you back home safely. and now you're babbling to him, curled up on the couch next to him, about anything and everything that comes to mind. it's clear from the way you're cuddling closer to him that you're prepared to doze off any minute, but you've turned to asking about him.

"gyu," you murmur, "did you eat?"

there's a bowl of berries in his hand now, some of which he's been quietly feeding you, and he shakes his head. "i ate earlier, but not recently--"

you pout, and pick up a blueberry before pressing it to his lips. "eat. eat." you whine at him a little. "don't starve, my 'gyu..."

he snorts and it causes you to drop the berry. you watch it fall and roll away underneath the coffee table, and he sees the way your eyes get watery in response. "ah, no, it's okay--"

"my berry..." you're still distracted by it. "gyu... my berry..."

he can't help but crack up again. "it's okay," he says again. "i'll clean it up." he picks up a slice of strawberry, pressing it against your own lips. you eat it quietly, slowly chewing before giving him another blueberry.

this time he eats it before he can make you drop it again, and he thanks you with a little kiss against your fingertips. "i've eaten, honey," he says gently. "you don't have to feed me."

"my berry," you murmur again, looking at him this time. then you smile as if you've come up with something brilliant, and lean forward to peck the tip of his nose. "you're my silly gooseberry, mingyu."

and he rolls his eyes, snickering again as he sets the bowl aside. "you're my berry, too," he wraps an arm around you, pulling you to your feet. even with you giggling, he starts to escort you to bed. "let's go get some rest. i'll make you breakfast in the morning."

[taegimood]

subby gamer nerd soobin whining while you suck him off under the desk,,

he’s not allowed to cum until he wins butttt he can’t exactly focus on the game while you’re down there

BERRIE YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL WITH WHAT YOU UNLEASH FROM WITHIN ME GRRRRRR SNARL SNARL BARK GRRRRR

you’re feeling bored and mischievous and horny so what better way to entertain yourself than to torture your hot loser boyfriend ??

he’s glued to his gaming chair going up against beomgyu (you can tell from the screams on the other end of his headset) and he already knows EXACTLY what you’re up to when you slide yourself under his desk poor soob this ain’t the first time this has happened eyes widening as he quickly mutes his mic and goes “b-baby please, n-not-“ but he’s choking on his words the second your hand starts sliding up his jittery thigh and he knows that that’s it, he’s done for.

“lift your hips.” you order, and he swallows hard as his eyes flicker down to you nervously, but he obeys anyway as you slide his sweatpants and boxers down, lowering yourself dangerously close to his hardening cock.

“baby-“

“you can’t cum until you win for me, soobin.”

he groans, whether out of frustration or arousal or both; you’re taking your sweet time teasing your fingertips along his inner thigh and soobin knows there’s no escape when you finally slide your hand around his cock and squeeze.

he whimpers, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he idles frozen over his keyboard, cheeks red and gaze flitting between you and the screen, beomgyu calling out to him confusedly through the muted headset.

you smirk as this gives you an idea.

“mic on, baby. don’t want gyu getting suspicious or anything, hm?”

he gapes at you, eyes widening. “what?! n-no! i-i can’t, he’s gonna-“

“mic. on.”

he swallows hard. his eyes are glued to you, cock fully hard now in your hand, his breath staggering at your commanding tone.

wordlessly he reaches up and presses the button.

“good boy,” you whisper.

soobin is already melting.

“now keep playing, hm? remember what i told you?”

he nods quickly, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you and back to the screen, stammering out a rushed apology to beomgyu with some lame excuse that his friend definitely would’ve caught on to if he only cared enough, and you smirk to yourself as you start to pump your hand up and down.

you’re impressed by your boyfriend’s resolve over the next few minutes, but unfortunately for him, that just isn’t your goal today.

soobin inhales sharply when your warm lips close around his tip.

he clears his throat, leg bouncing nervously, and as you take him deeper you can tell how desperately he’s already trying to hold back.

the next 15 minutes are agonizing for soobin as you suck and stroke him to the edge and back, over and over again, his gasps and moans played off as frustration over the game that he cannot get himself to fucking win, his concentration breaking the further he falls apart under your touch.

“soobin hyung!!! what is wrong with you? why are you being so weird right now??”

you giggle at the sound of beomgyu’s complaints.

“i mean i know that i’m better than you in every possible way, but you normally put up more of a fight than this.“

“j-just- just shut up and l-lose already.”

soobin’s face is flushed, breathing labored, abdomen clenched tight as he grits his teeth, eyes pleading as the filthy wet sounds you’re causing fill his room and god, hopefully NOT beomgyu’s.

his throbbing cock is covered in your spit and his own pre-cum as he tips his head back against the chair, jaw going slack as you suddenly deepthroat him - his thighs tensing up as you pull off just as quickly when you think he’s too close for your liking.

he groans out in frustration, fingers slamming down on the keys with a new vigor as the next round starts, and beomgyu’s cackling remark of “you sound like you’re fighting for your fucking life,” couldn’t be closer to the truth as your boyfriend lets out something between a gasp and a moan at the speed that you suddenly start pumping him with.

this time you don’t stop, your hands and your mouth working him all at once, his hips bucking and twitching in his seat and breath coming out in short, aching gasps -

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck- FUCK!!!! YES!!!! FINALLY!!!!”

you’re momentarily shocked at the sudden outburst, beomgyu’s protests and the game’s chiming “you win!” quickly swept into the background as you’re suddenly being pulled up and tossed onto soobin’s bed before you can even blink.

his lips desperately find yours in an instant, clothes coming off in record time, and he’s moaning before he’s even touched you as he lines himself up with your already-soaked entrance - “please, please, please, need it so bad, need to come, fuck-“

“fuck me, baby. you earned it.”

without a moment’s hesitation he’s thrusting into you desperately, moaning and whimpering in relief, face buried in your neck as he fucks you into the mattress and through his own orgasm, still hard as he keeps going, so overstimulated but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

and of course neither of you pay any attention to the game’s background music still carrying on; and of course, neither of you pay any attention to the fact that in soobin’s lust-clouded rush, he forgot to end the call with his best friend, and beomgyu’s shock morphs to guilt before it turns quickly into something else.

laying back in his gaming chair desperately getting himself off to the sound of his best friend fucking his girl wasn’t a position that beomgyu ever thought he’d find himself in — but it’s a secret that he swears he’s gonna take to the grave.

…or is it?

[berrysquared]

SCARMOBILE !!! not scar safe do not let scar drive, for @hotguycomiczine

I would like to give huge huge huge thank you to @briefle who came up with the backstory for the Scarmobile, love yaaaa <333333 also fun fact this was actually one of my original main piece pitches but mods decided on sofa from hell :D

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[hellsitegenetics]

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I. Communism is already acknowledged by all European powers to be itself a power.

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Closest match: Flueggea virosa isolate bfs chromosome A3 Common name: Whiteberry Bush, White-Berry Bush, White Berry Bush, and, I shit you not, White Berrybush

(image source)

[atomicwrongs]

He's 10, where are his pokemon! Give this boy some beasts!!

[sanchoyoscribbles]

older tmm girls with upgraded outfits!

been wanting to do smth like this for a while and ended up just…sketching them all. Oops. I wanted them to look similar to the originals, simple to draw, still cohesive as a group, too, but also have like. Hints to their foods and DNA in the designs? Also I wanted to draw Gowns. Very self indulgent designs 😌

[spicyberries]

Need Berry to be my wife.

[erensonly]

You know how ghost always has his mask on, what would be reader reaction seeing ghosts face for the first time but in a way she doesn't know its him and she goes like "who the fuck is that??? 🤨🤨🤨🤨"

🍒anon

butcher shop buddies (simon riley x reader)

i dont know why i laughed so hard at this. thanks for the ask!! oh can i call you cherry-berry anon?

warnings: fluff, ooc ghost, not proofread sorry, use of 'pretty' and 'cute', no use of pronouns but i may use them in future parts, dad joke, probably incorrect butcher information, i was hungry writing this.

please feel free to message me and let me know if i missed any warnings

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maybe reader is a civvie and she frequents this one particular butcher shop so you can get meat packages for cheap. this is the first time you see ghost. he's standing in front of the case of meats trying to determine which cut of steak he wanted, while you were there seeing if the people on tiktok were serious about meat packages being cheap. groceries are getting too expensive and you wanted to try your hand at birria tacos.

while taking a look around, you didn't notice the larger man inching closer to you. "d'ya know which cut you're looking for?" naturally, you flinch an take a step back. what is this mammoth of a man doing bending down to your level to help you look for meat? but his accent is silly but pleasing to listen to, so you give him a vague answer. "kinda," you say with a shrug.

"i heard they do these packages of meats that can last me a while. and i've been craving birria tacos, so i need beef for that as well." he silently just leads you to the other side of the case and starts talking to the man standing there. it's like they've known each other for a while. you tune them out to make sure you have everything else checked off of your mental grocery list. when you tune back in, the butcher is slicing some meats up and the man was still standing there.

"thank you so much for your help." this was directed at both men, but only the butcher responded with a "you're welcome" while the other man just nodded at you, before taking his purchase and leaving the store. what a strange man.

this is how you guys started to see each other at least once a month at the same butcher shop/supermarket. he had introduced himself to you as ghost before telling you that you could call him simon. he was actually a kinda funny guy. easy to misunderstand his jokes if you dwell on it too long, but also easy to laugh at if you share the same sense of dry humor. he didn't have much to say at first, cracking jokes at the wrong times, but other than that, there was nothing else for him to say.

i feel like ghost doesn't stop yapping around people that he's comfortable with. like he talks about everything and nothing at the same time. this is how you came to find out that he was in the military, he has family but they're the men from his task force, he travels for work often, and knows every dad joke to ever exist. he's a simple man.

he thrives on routine and familiarity. he makes it a habit to meet you once or twice a month at the shops, go grab a coffee -tea for him- and have a good conversation before going about his day. you ask for his number so you can communicate with him outside of your mini meet-ups and he agrees. now you send whatever meme made you laugh that day and a picture of what you were doing, and he sends you a joke of the day and picture of what he was doing.

he liked getting your cute selfies showing your outfit of the day, or the puzzle you finally completed after losing a piece a month ago, or his personal favorite pictures of you cuddled up with your cat pawl.

i feel like simon is a dog person outwardly, but he didn't realize how much he actually liked cats because he never had one growing up. so seeing you all cozy and pretty with your cat trying to escape your kiss, simon felt like he finally had something to look forward to. now he wanted you to see him for him.

when you walk into the shop, you're expecting simon to be waiting at the counter like he always did, chatting it up with his butcher friend. but instead, you see a blonde man with a black medical mask on talking to the butcher. maybe he's just late.

you walk to your normal spot to wait when the man turns to you and speaks. "how ya doin' today, love?" it startled you. who is this man and why is his voice familiar and why is he so attractive. "who the hell are you?" you couldn't help the confusion on your face; why is he talking to you. he just laughs and laughs, obviously finding your confusion hilarious.

"what did baby corn say to mama corn?" you were more confused. who's baby and mama corn? "go on," you encourage.

"where's pop corn?" this set you off. laughing louder than you probably should. "simon, how are you, darling?" you both had endearing names for each other even though you were just friends. it just came naturally.

"hungry. wanna stop at this one diner i know? they have amazing burgers."

that's how you find yourself eating a cheeseburger with simon who has taken his mask off by now. he was a very attractive man, not that you doubted it before. sharp square shaped jawline, crooked nose from being broken too many times, beautiful honey brown eyes contrasted by his long blonde lashes. he had a mole on the side of his nose, and scars on his face but they only added to his ruggedness; his attractiveness.. it didn't help that he was 6"4 with big strong arms, nice sized pecs, and on the rare occasion he would send you a mirror selfie without a hoodie on, you could see through his shirt that he had a nice soft belly. (my personal favorite build)

you were glad he was comfortable enough with you to be willingly vulnerable with you. maybe this relationship could escalate so much more.

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should i make more parts to this? i already have a few ideas.

[finngualart]

Gáttir allar áður gangi fram um skoðast skyli, um skyggnast skyli, því að óvíst er að vita hvar óvinir sitja á fleti fyrir.

At every door-way, ere one enters, one should spy round, one should pry round for uncertain is the witting that there be no foeman sitting, within, before one on the floor

[bucketfullofstrawberries]

Hi! Came here to tell you I didn't know the meaning of a comfort character until Edgar. Nowadays when I'm feeling down, all I have to do is make a drawing of him and it inmediately brightens my mood.

You have made a character who is genuinely impactful in other people's lives, who feels like a person in his own right. Who is and always will be loved by many, who doesn't feel like he's just fiction.

He is wonderful, and everyone who has made art of him knows that. And we all are grateful that you made him.

❤️

EXCUUUSEEE MEEEEEE UOU CANNOT SAYY ALL OF THAT AND KEEP YOURSELF ANONYMOUS

EXCU-HU-HUUSEEE MEEEE,,,, OUUHH.... OUHOOOA......... I'M CRYING ALL OVER YOU IM WEEPING AND I'M CRYING AND IM TURNING YOU INTO A SOPPING WET THING BEAST WITH MY TEARS, FUCK YOU!!!!!!

No, SERIOUSLY though- THIS IS SO FUCKING SWEET AND HEARTFELT WHAT THE HELLL!!??? WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! IT TOOK ME A GOOD FEW HOURS TO ACTUALLY SIT DOWN AND WRITE SOMETHING FOR THIS WHOLE THING BECAUSE I JUST 💥IM NEARLY FUCKING SPEECHLESS HERE, GOOD FUCKING MORNING,

Edgar being a comfort character to you is SUCH a MASSIVE fucking compliment, even if I don't have a bloody CLUE who you are I am CRYING ALL OVER YOU SO MUCH!!!! BECAUSE!!! THAT'S KIND OF WHAT MY AIM WAS, IN A WAY???

I really don't know HOW I pipelined from a basic white Geography Teacher looking beta FUCK to this.. whimsical, Jolly Holiday, Mary Poppins-esq British man and yet STILL kept him as a Narrator, but I DID!! BUT OVER TIME, instead of keeping him as a sopping wet white cat crying in a corner, I slowly started building up a little story for him and thought to myself "..Huh. It'd be cool if he was quite different from the majority of the Narraverse... maybe I could make him fun and full of whimsy!! It might make people happy!". Because I like to make things different most of the time, it's something I've managed to be quite well known for! AS WELL AS THAT, It's an absolute joy to draw and write him as a character for myself BUT -- seeing people genuinely enjoy him as a person is something I LOVE to see because I LIKE making people happy.. and having him become a COMFORT CHARACTER, of all things, is such an honor and a privilege.. it wasn't anticipated from me at the start at ALL, But I'm SO happy you see him that way!!

And I FULLY SUPPORT, ENCOURAGE AND CONDONE Edgar being used as a source of ANY COMFORT, ANY WHICH WAY POSSIBLE!!! If he's a source of feel good energy for you, then go NUTS!! DO WHAT YOU LIKE WITH HIM, I'M NOONE TO JUDGE!! This doesn't just go out to you, either, this goes out to EVERYONE and ANYONE!!

And I'm sure Edgar HIMSELF will be MORE than delighted to provide some sunshine to your rainy days and moonlight to your cloudy night skies! I MEAN IT!! I REALLY DO!!

It brings me IMMENSE joy that I'm able to make characters that impact peoples lives in such a positive way.. because I KNOW how that feeling feels because so many characters other PEOPLE have made makes ME feel the same way.. and if EDGAR can achieve THAT with a wider audience then that's something I'll always be proud of.. and that's something that encourages me to keep pumping out content because it's something I LOVE to do and I'm more than happy to make sure people know that they're loved and they SHOULD feel loved, not just by me, but by Edgar himself. He's been carefully made over a YEAR in order to be a pleasant and good character and I'm SO happy I can convey that well enough for people to recognize him as good, because he's MEANT to be good,

But having someone say this to me UP FRONT, IN MY FACE, WALTZING IN THROUGH MY DOOR LIKE IT'S NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS IF I'LL CHOKE AND CRY ABOUT IT, I'm literally SO grateful, ETERNALLY grateful that I'm able to provide a character to be.. well, a sort of place of Sanctuary. Making peoples faces light up, getting excited about him.. it's nothing that makes me feel egotistical or big headded, it's just. Lovely to know that I'm making people happy with what I do. That's what I've wanted to do for a majority of my life, make smiles and bring cheer. I guess Edgar's -- kind of the EMBODIMENT of that.

He won't always be a Narrator... I've made my mind up about that. But he'll always live on with that significant mark he made in the community he was founded upon. THIS community, this lovely community that isn't always picture perfect but there's just SO many extraordinary and sweet people in it that I'll always be fond of it, of this. Of everyone!! Of The Stanley Parable, Narraverse and Paraverse & All of the Above and below!

TLDR: I wanted to make a Character that people could find joy within. And I'm proud to say that I did. And I'm so so SO grateful to those who keep the magic alive and love and support not me, but the journey Edgar's had and how far it's taken him.

I love you guys so so so sosososososo SOOOOO much it's insane From who you are, to what you do and what you make..even just the little things you are SO loved..

And Edgar loves you guys ALL the MORE!! <3

..AND YES I DID START CRYING WHILE WRITING THIS, SHUT UP, I'M EMOTIONAL, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

[leggalese]

every time you post I jump up and down out of excitement 🤸🤸🚴‍♂️

I couldn't get this image out of my head ever since I saw this ask...

Thanks for liking my stuff Anon. :)

[triona-tribblescore]

For ur new au, is Mikey the guardian of destruction, since he has fire powers and whatnot 👀

He's good at destroying eggs thats for sure. Hmmm I cannot yet confirm nor deny much about his powers, but it wont really be fire-related uvu <3

[antsyandpantsy]

Berry…………… ERZA!

GAH!!!

[berrysquared]

avian pearl?

This is my second attempt bc i deleted the first one by accident