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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Daarintober 2026, Days 5 and 5, In Game Skill/Dialogue Fandom: Fear and Hunger 2: Termina Characters: Karin Sauer x Daan Von Dutch AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/936993... [ #fearandhunger #fearandhungertermina #funger #daarintober #daarintober2026 ]

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Daarintober 2026, Day 2, Daan Fandom: Fear and Hunger 2: Termina Characters: Karin Sauer x Daan Von Dutch AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/936993... [ #fearandhunger #fearandhungertermina #funger #daarintober #daarintober2026 ]

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Daarintober 2026, Day 1, Karin Fandom: Fear and Hunger 2: Termina Characters: Karin Sauer x Daan Von Dutch AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/936993... [ #fearandhunger #fearandhungertermina #funger #daarintober #daarintober2026 ]

The empty house was like all the other empty houses on the outskirts of Prehevil. Porous pocked walls, creeping mold in every corner, tattered buts of rugs scattered on the floor. A faint coppery tang of blood hung in the air. Entire lives snuffed out and left to rot.
Karin stepped around shards of fallen glass, her heels creaked against the wooden floor. She saw the silhouette of a body in a chair across the way and raised her pistol. As she approached the dining room, with every second, her grip tightened, waiting for a limp finger to curl, waiting for a chair to skid across the floor, waiting for a body to rise, and she would have to shoot another group of Moonscorched villagers. But that never happened. She came into the room and found four bodies sitting around the table; two adults, two children. Karin winced, she hadn't seen many children in Prehevil. She didn't know what that meant yet, but she didn’t dare hope they managed to flee before whatever tragedy occurred here.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

The Lotos Eaters, Chapter 5 Fandom: #fearandhunger #fearandhungertermina #funger Ship: #daarin Rating: Explicit AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/795336... Ellipsus: ellipsus.com/read/1DmqvLV...

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

WIP Wednesday. Though PocketCat failed to claim his new vessel during the Festival, he's not out of tricks just yet. [ #fearandhunger #fearandhungertermina ]

"Oh, I beg your pardon!" said the Cat. His fangs retracted. Against the candlelight, Daan could see the outline of a human mouth underneath the wide purple feline maw. "Am I interrupting something?"

Daan tried to head back towards the door, but his weight shifted and he wobbled to keep balance. That thing could not see him fall.

The Cat snickered. "Still not used to being broken, I see. Lost an eye, then lost a leg. And for what? A woman? Ever the single-minded one, I suppose. But what have they ever given you?"

Elise continued to shake her head, a film of tears over her big, doll-like eyes. The Cat jammed a fork in the back of the nearest rabbit and stuffed it through the mouth-hole of the mask. Daan winced at the sound of crunching, of smacking lips and mashed meat. After a few chews, the Cat put down his fork, put his gloved hand in the depths of the mask, and pulled out a tiny, perfectly intact skeleton.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

Was this ... not established in Trespasser?

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

They’re trying to make “sword and potion” happen like it’s not the same joke but worse.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

Sighs thinks about the sebhawke chapter fic I have not touched since 2023. Like damn I was cooking!!!

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

WIP Wednesday. Is it obvious yet how much I dislike both Decrepit Priests and Henryk. [ #fearandhunger #fearandhungertermina ]

Her eyes darted from the priest to the knife on the floor. She heard a crack and made her decision. She ran for the knife, picked it up, and planted it inside the priest's back.

The priest dropped Henryk and turned to her. His right hand began to glow a faint orange color. Unwilling to see what that would turn into, Karin thrust the knife into his stomach. Blood blossomed all through his cassock. He fell to his side, in the center of an expanding pool of blood, his eyes open and his grin wide, even as his body stopped moving.

"Holy shit," Henryk choked out. "You killed him."

"He was wringing you out like laundry. Was I supposed to just let him?"

"No, but," Henryk rubbed his neck. "I think he crushed my windpipe."

"Unfortunately, you're still talking, so he didn't."

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 10/07/2026

I just think he has some pretty banger lines

Banter from the 2011 game Dragon Age II. The character Sebastian says the following:
"Sometimes, it's painful to speak. But it's the only way the wound can be lanced."

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 01/07/2026

Yknow as someone who gets deeply invested in video games, I would like to think, as I'm collecting cow dung, I would have time to consider maybe it's not that big a deal.

Section from a GamingonPhone article regarding the backlash from a new character added to the game, "Love and Deepspace". Accompanied by a picture of security in front of a promotion for the new character, reads:
"And the frustration eventually spread beyond social media. Well, as part of Ao Yin’s promotional campaign, Papergames installed a giant Valko-themed display outside its headquarters, but reports claim some extreme protestors responded by leaving cow dung inside the company’s delivery lockers along with white and yellow chrysanthemums, curse banners, glutinous rice, and pomelo leaves around the display."

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

How I'm trying to treat Miss Karin Funger in my fics

Screenshot from the program, "My Adventures with Superman". Supergirl, or Kara, is a young woman with short blonde hair. She's at a panel, smiling and blushing. Behind her is a large portrait of her and a pile of gifts.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 24/06/2026

It’s WIP Wednesday so let’s have some more Day 1 difficulties. Dealing with your capacity for violence during the Torture City Murder Festival is a lot to handle. [ #funger #fearandhunger #fearandhungertermina ]

She knew how to fire a gun. She'd shot cans off fences, she'd shot bullseyes in practice ranges. She killed a few animals. She'd incapacitated people. She remembered what Siegfried taught her.

Karin emerged halfway from cover, pistol in both hands, and fired. The bullet lodged itself in the Rifleman's shoulder, his coat blasted to shreds. He fumbled backwards and moaned but remained on his feet. She shifted her aim slightly to the left and the second bullet hit his neck, and he fell.

She and Daan stood in silence for a few seconds, waiting for the Rifleman to finish squirming. They both stepped from behind the tree and observed a body. Blades of grass and mounds of dirt absorbed his blood.

"You heard me, right?" she asked as she turned the safety back on and returned the pistol to her holster. "I told him I was armed. I gave him a chance."

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 20/06/2026

Ok see this is what I'm talking about. How and why did that even come into your mind? Hello?

Tweet, "Ordering a vodka cran on purpose?

Omg are we 19, illegally in the club, and on a budget??"

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 15/06/2026

Not that I have much of a plot mind you, right now it's just bickering and me gooning to the idea of Karin with a tie and holsters. I know this is too modern but shush, let me have this.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

Ok so the "Korea" one looks like an actual child.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 06/06/2026

We really gonna do this every fucking time huh.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 04/06/2026

It’s basically this to me I’m sorry

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 22/05/2026

Retooling this one scene bc I think it’s fun but I don’t want to come off as a chaser. Or that big of one.

Karin stomped off, her heels blunt against the cobblestone road. He rolled his good eye; just perfect, now she thought herself the leader of this little operation.

As they proceeded uptown, Daan noticed Abella's gaze linger, her eyes studied the shift of shadows as she walked. Karin had a wider frame than the other women, though it was hard to tell how wide with her bulky bomber jacket. By contrast, her black sweater and matching stockings clung to her like two ardent lovers. It was hard not to be a little enticed.

And now he was looking, too.

Just as well. If Abella realized she was caught staring, she could just accuse him of doing the same. Everyone has their secrets, after all.

He preferred brunettes, of course, but you know what they say, blondes have more fun.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 13/05/2026

Misery my tiefling bard is my most fleshed out character yet because I speak from personal experience

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 09/05/2026

Whenever Mass Effect gets brought up irl

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 08/05/2026

Right that's why they never made any new Zelda or Mario games either

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

I wonder if it’s clear which Termina enemy creeps me out the most.

Levi kicked the priest as he attempted to get up. He stood over him and brought the crowbar down full force upon his face. A tooth and a few splatters of blood flew out, but the priest maintained his wide, curling grin.

"Stop smiling!" Levi barked as he brought another swing to the priest's head, then another. The more blood splattered, the faster his swings became, until it became a red blur. Levi’s teeth gnashed, his voice cracked, but he did not stop. "Stop! Smiling!"

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

Fic: The Lotos Eaters, Chapter 4 Fandom: #fearandhunger, #fearandhungertermina, #funger Ship: #daarin Rating: Explicit Link: archiveofourown.org/works/795336...

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 06/05/2026

I don’t have any strong feelings regarding size but I KNOW Sebastian knows how to use it.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 05/05/2026

I'm gonna be so honest. I think I've been thinking more about Funger than I've actually been playing it.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 05/05/2026

I hate that I think to myself "I'm interested in some of the themes horror explores, but I still think there are issues with misogyny/racism/exploitation, and I personally cannot handle extreme horror,". And then I immediately think afterwards, this is me this is what I'm saying, I'm the problem.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 04/05/2026

Thinking about this again for no reason

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 04/05/2026

I saw this for another fandom but I don't want to put it on twitter, so. Termina contestant sexuality headcanons, purely for fun.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 03/05/2026

I’m too ace to understand the appeal of these tropes being used and advertised as such in original fiction bc yeah sure I would love to read about a ship I already like dry humping and having mirror sex but two randos??? Not to mention it cheapens the book itself but that’s a whole other thing.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 02/05/2026

I think maybe I'm hitting similar emotional beats with my fics.

“If I am putting on a façade, it’s to survive. I have a family to provide for! I’m trying to provide for all of you! Not that you care. If it doesn’t get you laughs it’s not worth it, isn’t that what you said? As though I’m some jester to dance for you whenever you fancy! Do you have any idea how exhausting you can be? You and Varric, I just… I can’t be this person!”
“That’s not fair, Hawke. Don’t I come when you call? Have I not done what you ask? And all I wanted in return was a little fun. I was doing you a favor!”
“Keep your favors. You’re not trying to help me. You’re only trying to help yourself.”
Isabela’s tense posture dropped; tightly coiled muscles loosened. “I don’t know why I even thought to do this. To try and know you, to give you an opportunity to just… be a person! It was a moment of weakness, it won't happen again.” Isabela huffed and began walking back towards the Hanged Man before flinging herself back in Hawke’s direction. “You talk a big game about life being joyless without helping others. But you’re the most miserable person I’ve ever met. You’ve got the big fancy house, all the coin you could ever need, and for what? What’s it all for?”
Hawke’s arms locked tighter and she looked away. “I’ve no answer that will satisfy you, I’m certain. Good night.”

"These places always have the worst kinds of people at the top, people ready to use others, children or no."
Karin’s eyes blinked rapidly, in a brief moment of silence. She was absorbing what he was saying, at least. "Then what do you suggest?"
"I'm not suggesting anything."
She groaned. "All criticisms, no ideas of your own. Why am I not surprised."
"Just being observant. I thought that was a quality journalists should have."
"Sure, take my job. But won't they miss you at the hospital? Oh, wait!"
"Oy, children, please..." Abella sighed.
“I’m sure some establishments are fine,” he continued. “But for every well-meaning one, there’s another ten, and their aims are not protecting children. Far from it.”
A long, weighted silence, as they walked, and the basement branched into rooms with blood-filled basins and rusty chains.
Daan smiled. “Have I finally left you speechless, Miss Sauer?”
She glared at him again. This time, her thick dark eyebrows—stark against her feathery flaxen hair—furrowed, and the skin on the bridge of her nose bunched. Ah, there she is.
“I’m just realizing why you’re so incurious,” she said, her voice low and distant. “Every bad thing that could happen to a human being has apparently already happened to you. You’re misery made flesh.”
“Mmm. Bit harsh.”

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 30/04/2026

Paces back and forth and kicks the wall I GUESS!!

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 30/04/2026

Well, Pinterest, I think you're in the ball park but that's still a swing and a miss.

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 30/04/2026

Day 1 of the Festival is going well. [ #fearandhunger #fearandhungertermina #daarin ]

$At a distance, the Rifleman was like a phantom, with his long white coat and pale face, stark against the riverside vista of murky water, muddy grass, and distant pine trees. But up close, the coat was soiled and torn at the edges, and his head was a mess of cracked skin patches and leaking pustules. His face had caved in on itself, all the flesh from one side falling over, covering half his mouth, half of his nose, and one eye, all in bloody flaps, leaving the other half a near naked skull. Only single threads of hair stuck out from his jaw and skull, like weeds sprouting from concrete. "Chemical burns, perhaps," Daan continued, ignoring her sarcasm. "And a fractured skull. His vision must have been impaired, that's why he left such a wide opening for you." "Oh, is that right?" Karin huffed. "You're welcome, by the way. Unless you were hoping he would take five more minutes to reload while you strolled over and stabbed him with your scalpel." "I would have made a break for it. I doubt this fellow was in very good shape." "There's not a lot of cover here. You really think you could have made it to the shack in those loafers?" "Says the woman in heels." "That's why I shot him!" "All right," Daan helped himself to the dead gunman's weapon, patted the pockets and fished out the rest of his bullets. "Tell you what, we all get out of this mess in one piece, I'll buy you dinner." Karin's thick dark brow furrowed. "What do you take me for? Don't think I didn't see that ring. As if I would take up the offer, anyway." "No escaping your gaze, Eagle Eye," he casually reloaded the rifle and began walking. “I’m a widower, actually.” "That doesn't make it better!" she snapped. “Oh, did I misunderstand? That’s a man’s jacket, I assumed it was your lover’s and he wasn’t the possessive type.” “Wh—no!” her face went red as she marched ahead. “You’re trying to annoy me on purpose.” “Something tells me that’s not a hard feat. All I’m trying to do is figure a way out of here.”$

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BreadedSinner @breadedsinner.bsky.social · 22/04/2026

Me: I wouldn't be writing fic for an indie horror rpg if I cared about numbers. I write for me. Someone on twitter: Funger fics got a lot of kudos/comments back in 2023. Me: Whatever