Are you?
Am I what? Is--Is this some sort of existential question?
Oh! Or are you asking if I'm really doing as well as I say? In which case yes, I r-really am. The universe is so full of beauty, after all.

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Are you?
Am I what? Is--Is this some sort of existential question?
Oh! Or are you asking if I'm really doing as well as I say? In which case yes, I r-really am. The universe is so full of beauty, after all.

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how are you today
Ahh. What's today, again? What year is it?
... w-well, I'm as well as I always am. Which is very well, thank you!
((quietly brushes the dust off this blog
hey does anyone have any questions for GPI?))
(seriously tho, I'm bored and haven't done anything with this blog in ages. wanna send GPI some asks?)
GPI's role in Problem Sleuth is to never do anything. Unless of course His creation is threatened. All of His measures of divine intervention are incredibly stupid though, including creating the entire universe out of subatomic past and future versions of Himself. Lest we forget, He literally once was a copy of Pickle Inspector himself, and is therefore basically kind of an imbecile.
Andrew Hussie

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Brief pause!
Hey guys, this weekend (Jul 4-7) is FLORIDA SUPERCON. You know who’s gonna be there. Hussie’s gonna be there!!!
But also, I am going to be there.
So yes! In between meeting Hussie and other cool clebrities, please visit Artist’s Alley and say hi to me and my friends!
(and buy shit, ehehhehe)
((crossposting here because MINI HIATUS! If I have wifi in the hotel i’ll try to make posts but if not, well… see you all next week!!)
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You chuckle, stopping the assault on his feet only to turn around and attack his neck instead, finger practically dancing across his skin.
"What’s the magic word? Tell me and I’ll stop!" Damn, now would be a really good time for you to have another pair of hands: maximum tickle torture.
Magic word? You don't know the magic word. You continue squirming, wiggling and thrashing under him as you throw out any words that come to mind. "P-please! S-stop! Cease! C-c-cut it outtttt hehehehehe--"
At a loss, you reach over and start tickling his sides in retaliation.
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The shriek and his subsequent reaction make you laugh, louder and happier than you have in a while. It isn’t exactly a reaction befitting of any kind of deity, but neither was his, so why should you hold back?
Chuckling, you stop tickling his sides only to knock his feet out from under him. You catch him before he can knock himself out, of course, and lower the two of you to the floor. Sitting on his legs, you tickle his feet and just enjoy his reactions to the rather mild torture.
You yelp when you lose your footing, and struggle to get out from under him. He tickles your feet and you squirm, laughing and yelling for him to cut it out, that tickles, come onnnnn!
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"I’ll get right on that then." You lean in closer, breath ghosting over his neck. You lap at his skin a little before opening your mouth as though to bite down…and then you stop.
Instead, your hands spring to life, racing down his sides and tickling the living shit out of him.
Your breath hitches as he laps at you, which is immediately followed by a loud shriek when he tickles you. You did not expect that.
You flail in response, trying to push him away as you laugh uncontrollably.
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You return the nuzzles, kissing his cheek. “I am, yes. You’re much more tolerable when you’re distracted by kisses.”
Your grin turns a little more sly, and you lean in to nibble at his ear. “You might be downright likable, if we were to do more.” Honestly, you’re only teasing, but if it does end up leading to more than just a few kisses, then who are you to complain?
You giggle a little, because his nibbling tickles.
"Th-that might be nice," you say. You wouldn't be opposed to doing, well, pretty much anything. Life is beautiful in all its facets, who are you to deny yourself a new experience?
Not to mention, you rather like seeing him in such a good mood. He's always so gloomy, he deserves to feel good once in a while.

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You have to admit, the contact is nice, and since he’s practically your mirror image there’s no awkward bending down or craning up. Just you snaking your arm round his back and pulling him flush against you, hand moving from his jaw to rest on his neck.
You can feel his pulse under your hand, strong and alive and just like your own, and you pull back to grin at him.
“Enjoying yourself?”
You're disappointed when he pulls away, but then you remember how nice it is to breathe. You almost forgot that that's something you have to do in this form.
You smile back at him. "I. I am." You nuzzle his cheek. "I hope y-you are, too?"
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You let him in with a little mumble, keeping your tongue back while he explores, committing every detail to memory. Eventually, you move, tangling your tongue with his and running your hands up his sides.
For a moment, you’re thrown off balance when you go to cup his face and no second pair of hands appears, but you get back into stride by simply substituting with one of the hands you do have. Holding your hand to his jaw, you take the opportunity to sneak your tongue into his mouth, fancying a little exploring of your own.
You hum contentedly as his tongue enters your mouth, and you press up closer to him. There are no lotus petals in your way, and that seems worth the loss of a set of arms. There is a balance, you think, to everything.
You let one hand leave his shoulders, instead letting it wander up the back of his head and tangle in his hair.
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The dating pool is just as shallow for you as it is for him, so when he presses his lips to yours you waste no time. Your hands rest at his waist, thumb rubbing idle circles against his hip as you return the kiss. You don’t fondly regard anything, because that would be dumb, but you do nibble at his bottom lip a little.
You press against him, deepening the kiss. You slip your tongue inside, running it over his teeth, carefully noting the shape and smoothness of them, storing the feeling away in your infinite mind. You press your tongue in farther, probing experimentally at his own tongue with it. Your hands-- two hands, too few, find themselves holding his shoulders.
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You smile back, just a little, and use his hand to tug him closer.
“Lets.” With that, you move forward and press your lips to his cheek. If he wants a proper kiss, he’s going to have to take it.
You nuzzle him a little after that little kiss, enjoying being so close to somebody. You adore human affection, you do, it's one of the many beautiful things about humans. You don't ever get to indulge in it yourself, though. You are, after all, a planet-sized deity who exists outside of time, and the dating pool is a little shallow. So you don't hesitate to kiss him properly, eager to fondly regard the feeling of his lips on yours.
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You send your third crane up to join his, and watch them flutter about for a moment. It’s soothing, in its own way. It’s also probably the closest you’ll ever get to fondly regarding an object.
Eventually though, you turn your attention back to him, moving closer and taking his hand in yours, planting a little kiss on his palm.
“That’s a reward, for actually remembering this little meeting was today.”
"Oh, th-thank you."
You don't mention how close you came to forgetting altogether. He probably knows, anyway. You smile at him, glad to see him as serene as he is. It's a rare sight.
"So ahh. Shall we umm, g-get to it?"

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Nodding, you finish off your second crane and blow on it, watching it flit into the air. Are you abusing your power as a god a little? Yes. Do you give a damn?
Fuck no.
Once the little paper bird is airborne, you pull out another two pieces, keeping one and handing the other over.
“I assume you already know how to fold one?”
You nod. You know everything. Of course, this human brain can't contain all of your infinite knowledge, but you're reasonably certain you remember how to fold a paper crane.
You take the sheet of paper. You take a moment to appreciate how quality it is before you begin folding. Soon you've finished your crane. It's a little more wrinkly than his cranes are, but all the same you send it aloft to flutter about with the others.
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You raise an eyebrow, then shrug. “Not too long. I’m not surprised you got distracted, anyway. To be honest, if you had shown up on time I might have thought you an imposter.”
You shoot him a smirk. “Just means one less kiss for you.”
Taking out another piece of paper, you start folding it into another little crane. Being crammed into this form is unpleasant, to say the least, but folding the cranes helps to keep you calm and reasonably level-headed.
You wonder to yourself how many kisses you had started with. However many it was, you're one down. That's unfortunate.
You watch him fold his paper crane, fondly regarding his dexterity. Eventually you hold a hand out.
"M--may I try?"