I didn't think I'd play a sapphic film noir investigation video game set in my city of Montreal, Canada, but here we are. The game is This Bed We Made, we play as Sophie and she's the cutest maid.
The game is part maid simulator part investigation, the puzzles are fairly easy and fun to do. We get to choose who helps us investigate, and I chose Beth, the receptionist, and you can romance her! (She insinuated Sophie has a beautiful soul in our conversation, I had to pause for a second at that)
The height difference is killing me. Beth is also gorgeous, I snooped in her locker and found a cheeky photo of her.
How beautifully done is this photo? Pure Femme Fatale Energy, or FFE.
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Well goobers, it’s finally here.
The final chapter of The Song of Broflovski
I wanted to link the full fic here again, in case you somehow found me on Tumblr but not on ao3!
You can read the entire fic here if you haven’t already!
I also want to take a minute to get a little sentimental. I really didn’t expect this fic to gain any traction. I asked myself several times “who other than me would want to read a Trojan War/South Park fan fiction?”
Turns out, there’s a few of you out there!
I want to seriously thank everyone that’s been along on this ride with me from the bottom of my heart. It means the world to me to have been able to share this silly idea with all of you, and for you to have enjoyed it.
Now that the fic is fully published I’ll be happy to discuss more of my process/thoughts/spoilers in my asks, so please don’t be shy! I want to share what you guys want to know!
As for what’s next, there will be some big changes coming to my blog in the next week in preparation for my next project that I’ll be sharing. Please look forward to it!
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What if Chay moves on from Kim and starts bringing over people from clubs and college parties to the minor family house ? He picks them carefully , he now knows how to , they're usually vaguely aware of who he is. They also know enough to not question the security surrounding him and his "house". He's learnt to protect himself from people who get close only with their selfish ulterior motives.
He's only young and in college once. He's gonna enjoy it goddamnit.
Except once when Kim comes over to the minor fam house at Kinn's request for "personally verifying the money leaks Porsche found out and see if he could update the security in any way possible while he's at it " , and he runs a *bit* late . Kim gracefully accepts Porsche's invitation to "crash opposite to Chay's room , that's where his friends stay over sometimes . Chay's my brother by the way, have you guys met?😄".
And Kim has to listen to Porchay and some ba**ard loudly make their way to Porchay's suite in what was so late at night that it was early in the morning , even by Kim's standards.
Pants , purrs . *Moans.* F#cking moans.
And thuds of flesh on the wall when they got too excited and tripped on the carpet. Laughs and giggles. Not a care as to who might hear.
Kim thought it would end once they got in the suite . Well he was wrong. He had to listen to every single whimper, shout and cry ; and finally understood why the maid explained how Khun Porchay prefers the entire floor to himself for his music usually .
He couldn't sleep even after it got fully quiet . He couldn't sleep for a long time after .
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If decarabian was a gamer he would have the most decked out setup imaginable. 2000+ dollar custom keyboard where nearly everything but the internal components are made of solid gold. Top-of-the-line pc entirely encased in various ornately decorated gemstones. He would have at least five monitors (bonus points if they also double as surveillance monitors.) His gaming chair would in fact be a literal throne. At times he thinks that video game logic must surely apply to real life mortal human logic as well and vastly overestimates how durable most humans are.
Someone save her
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Take me in your tender arms, roll me in the dirt, // cover me in roses, cover me in pearls // And then when the sun sets low, roll me in the dirt // cover me in roses, cover me in pearls...
Cover Me In Roses by Holden Laurence
This is fanart for @wackus-bonkus-maximus ' fic one does not love breathing
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