Chapter 6: A Fullfilling Night

I send myself a Letter

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHLOE PRICE THE ONLY WOMAN EVER.

today's children are gonna become teens and clown the shit out of us for 'eepy' and 'blorbo' but they'll say it in cocomelonese so we won't understand them

I think one of the (many) things that make me so excited for deltarune 3 and 4 is that, as the game's midsection, it's going to be where we Finally get concrete insight into the game's themes and story, if that makes sense. LIKE, Obviously we do already know a whole lot about what the game is and will continue to be, But only TWO of a game's SEVEN chapters Is really not much of the game's total at all?? And it'll be so insane??? To actually have so much more of the game's meat?????

which is?? Huge???? Like in no more than a couple months an insane amount of theories are either going to be proven, completely discarded, or changed in new and unimaginable ways that NO one could've predicted. We might be seeing Follow up on things we've been theorizing and going crazy about FOR YEARS. Like, Mike?? Image Friend?? The ice palace?? The egg man??? Dess???? Etc etc, WE'RE GONNA SEE NEW SECRET BOSSES THIS YEAR. Think about that.

Also i am both excited and slightly scared of the fact that the chapter releases will probably make the game "mainstream" again 😭 Like especially cause the new chapters releasing on different consoles means more people are probably gonna play deltarune than ever before, and more Content of the game is gonna be available than ever before, for Everyone, and that's. Kind of scary BUT REALLY EXCITING. I want to see 1 trillion subscriber slop gaming youtubers playing deltarune and trying to understand what Woody Theory is

Also i think it'll be really fun when deltarune gets super popular on tumblr again. The era of when everyone was dropping the most haunting and beautiful snowgrave art pieces with 20k notes was so good. It must return.

trying to pinpoint the professor layton series in any particular time and worrying over ‘historical accuracy’ is soooo silly they are deliberately anachronistic! and ridiculous! this is not a series set in the 1960s this is a series playing with period aesthetics to create timelessness. if professor layton adheres to any chronology it’s actually the 2010s and that’s just what britain is like then in the ace attorney universe

According to the wired interview with Akihiro Hino the second Layton game is originally called The Secret of Ghost Island but changed because he considered an English Gentlemen to survive on an deserted island. I also found a concept poster of Curious Village from the Layton fan book (no HQ version of the poster exists)

"Don't," your girlfriend says, yanking your arm. Your thumb was up in the corner of your mouth, and you were gnawing on it slightly.

"Hey!" the grab was jarring, and honestly you weren't even aware you were nibbling your thumbnail, too focused on the movie in front of you. "Cut it out," you try and wriggle out of her grip.

She grabs the remote and pauses the movie. Her wrist is still around your arm and she jerks it up and towards your face again

"Look. Your cuticles are all peeled away and your thumb is wrinkly and red," she says.

"So?" you avoid eye contact, suddenly finding a loose thread on the couch very interesting. The hand not clenched by your girlfriend picks at it.

"So, it isn't good for your finger. Or clean, when was the last time you washed your hands?"

"Uhm..."

"That's what I thought. Next time I catch you doing it, there will be consequences."

Consequences, you think, yeah right. What's she going to do, cut my thumb off?

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It's been bumper to bumper for what feels like forever. Your navigation app says there's an accident, on top of typical commuter traffic, plus an off ramp being worked on means you're late. Really late, for dinner with your girlfriend's parents, nonetheless.

There's a sudden tight burning feeling on your thigh. Something, or rather, someone, is pinching you. It breaks the anxious spiral you were in and you yelp, finger falling from your mouth.

"What was that for?" you turn to your girlfriend in the passenger seat, looking smug.

"Finger in the mouth. Consequences, remember?"

"Not while I'm driving! I could have crashed!"

"I wouldn't say you're actually driving right now," she says, indicating the sea of stationary cars around you.

You roll your eyes and huff, "semantics."

You consider just shutting up and letting it go, but the anxious tension in the car is making you a little edgy.

"It's not a big deal if I chew on my fingers or bite my nails. I don't get sick from it, my fingers don't get infected. Plus, I think it helps me focus sometimes."

"Not infected yet. But, that's not all it does."

"What do you mean?"

"You really haven’t noticed? Anytime you're sad, or scared, or stressed you start gnawing on your fingers like a beaver," she's smirking now, like this was some grand revelation she'd been hiding from you. "It's pretty obvious you find your fingers comforting. I'm surprised you've got any nails at all!'

"I mean, I guess..." you don't want to admit to it, but you know she's right. You do find nibbling your fingers soothing. God, how embarrassing. Who else puts their fingers in their mouth for comfort? Babies.

"This is giving me an idea!" You glance over again and can practically see the lightbulb flash over her head. She starts tapping rapidly on her phone, leaning to the side so you can't see.

"Care to share with the class?"

"No. Now focus on the road."

You're about to argue that there is literally nothing you need to be focusing on, when the car in front of you starts to inch forward. You relax your foot off the brake, and as you pick up speed the whole conversation leaves your mind.

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"Ready?" she calls from the living room.

"Ready!" you respond behind a mouthful of popcorn. You carry the steaming and buttery smelling bowl into the living room and park yourself on the couch next to her, tossing in another mouthful.

"Before we start, close your eyes," your girlfriend says.

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

You close your eyes. You can hear a faint rustling...maybe she's digging in her pockets?

"Open your mouth,"

"Open my m-mmph!?" You don't even finish your thought before something is shoved in your mouth. It's bulbous, and hollow, and something connected to it is pressed against your lips. It's a...no, it couldn't be. Could it?

You open your eyes and go slightly crosseyed trying to look at what has been, quite abruptly, inserted between your teeth.

"A pashi-," you spit it out, "a pacifier, really?"

"Yeah!" She's beaming, for some reason. "Now you can have something in your mouth when you need to focus, or when you're anxious, or-"

"Um, I don't think so. I'm not a baby."

"This one is for grownups," she says, matter of factly.

"Well, this grownup doesn’t need a pacifier, thank you very much,"

"Says the grownup who sucks and chews their fingers,"

"I don't recall seeing an age limit on the finger-chewing-manual,"

"Just try it? Please, for tonight?"

Her sincerity catches you off guard. She really is trying to help you, it seems, even if her methods are a little humiliating.

"Fine, fine. If I think I'm going to put my fingers in my mouth, which I won't, I'll use the..." you can't quite get yourself to say the word.

"Pacifer? Binky? Paci? Soo-"

"Ok, ok I get it."

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The popcorn bowl has been long discarded, just a few greasy kernels at the bottom. You're curled up, knees underneath you and head pressed against your girlfriend's shoulder when a particularly tense scene picks up on screen. Automatically, your fingers start creeping up your chin. Your pointer finger is hooked over your bottom lip and your teeth are clamping it in place.

Your girlfriend’s warm hand slowly tugs your finger away, and you let out a soft whine.

"Shh, shh," she says, as if soothing a fussy baby.

She slips the pacifier in your mouth, and you go to spit it out, but her fingers are pressing it tight against your lips.

"Try? For me?"

Her words trigger a deep urge in you, one to do whatever she says. It blossoms in your chest and a warm feeling you associate with blind obedience takes over. You give a little nod of your head and pull the pacifier in further, allowing her to release her fingers.

You rub your tongue over it and gently gnash your teeth on the soft rubber, getting a feel for it. Contracting your cheeks you give it a tentative suck, and find that it glides over your tongue smoothly. It takes barely any effort at all to get into a satisfying rhythm. Before you know it, your attention is back on the climaxing movie and the pacifier is bobbing on an even measure in your mouth. Any tension you'd been carrying from the day seems to melt away as you suckle. The stimulation in your mouth is helping you focus on the movie, and you don't feel the urge to give in to your typical restless squirming.

You don't think your fingers will be back in your mouth anytime soon.

give that man a pussy. give that woman a dick. give him tits. give her a chest so flat you could stack cards on it. Grow up. get real