#The Designation Games

[lemonluvgirl]

The Designation Games (Links)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

For anyone who wants to catch up on the story 😉

[nikoco11]

AAAGHHHHHHHHHHH

finally finished this i’m happy!!!!!! she’s one of my favorite designs in game and my favorite designs i’ve ever drawn wahaahaaaa

[prokopetz]

As a matter of principle I'm refusing to play any new Metal Slug game until they make the girls weird-looking again.

[lemonluvgirl]

This just gave me even more of a reason to finish my omegaverse everlark fanfic! 

Any other authors in THG fandom willing to participate?? 

@broken-everlark​ @mega-aulover​ ??? I know you have written werewolf fics before so I just wanted to tag just in case!

[200-word-rpgs]

200 Word RPGs 2024

Each November, some people try to write a novel. Others would prefer to do as little writing as possible. For those who wish to challenge their ability to not write, we offer this alternative: producing a complete, playable roleplaying game in two hundred words or fewer.

This is the submission thread for the 2024 event, running from November 1st, 2024 through November 30th, 2024. Submission guidelines can be found in this blog's pinned post, here.

[stardayzzing]

[Athena & Apollo]

This is an absolutely shit doodle but all I can think abt is how funny it was that Apollo just went "Idk he killed some sirens and I like songs so that kinda sucks" and Athena was like "they were gonna kill him" and Apollo like "Damn ur right"

[banrionceallach]

Unpopular opinion: All games should have the option to enable pausing.

And to save almost everywhere.

Yes even in soulslike games.

I am an adult who has a full time job and responsibilities. I get to play maybe an hour a week. I do not want to lose that hour of progress because devs decided 'pause' was not allowed in their game and I had sudden unexpected things come up that meant I had to quit the game without saving/leave it playing and hope enemies wouldn't respawn.

Also it would massively increase accessability. I have fully working non-injured hands and they still need a break after a tough boss fight. I can't imagine how frustrating it must be for people with joint pain, arthritis, etc, etc.

[thisisrealy2kok]

[ultimate-character-design]

The Ultimate Character Design Tournament

Please remember to vote for characters solely based on their design, rather than which character you are more familiar with or like more!

The winner of this tournament will be crowned the first Ultimate Character Design of All Time

Zagreus | Hades

Bunger | Bugsnax

[greenflamethegf]

TBH that might even thiner they avrage

[lemonluvgirl]

The Designation Games (Part 4)

. . . . The ride down to the floor that housed the training room was quiet and steeped with tension. The elevator was filled with two distinct scents. The bland, uninteresting scent of their beta escort and the strange new scent of their combined pheromones.

It settled around her like a shawl on a chilly autumn day, warm and soft. A unique mixture of the two of them. Thankfully the suppressants had kicked in for both of them because if the scent had been any stronger it would have been problematic.

She knew Peeta was looking at her from the corner of his eye.

Beneath the effects of the suppressant that muted their scents and their animal instincts, she felt her Omega plaintively sniffing, scratching, and searching for his Alpha.

It was a dangerous preoccupation to deal with in addition to all the other things she needed to stay on top of.

So, she kept her expression blank and focused on Effie's inane ramblings about proper etiquette for the training floor.

She was supremely grateful for the speed with which the elevator delivered them to their destination.

A minute longer and she might have been persuaded to speak to him.

. . Effie deposited them at the doors, with a quick and patronizing pat to each of their backs and then she was gone.

"Well, I guess we should head in," Peeta said when he noticed her hesitancy.

Katniss sucked in a deep breath and gave him a quick, short nod.

He pushed open the doors and they walked in side by side.

It was the scent that hit her first.

She felt like she had just walked into a maelstrom, but instead of being buffeted on all sides by wind and rain, she was assaulted by the forceful surge of Alpha musk hitting her nostrils and the permeating sweetness of coying Omega perfume lingering on her tongue.

She could detect fear, aggression, and arousal from just stepping inside the room.

The combination was dizzying and the only thing that anchored her in the moment was the quiet reassurance of the person walking beside her.

His scent was familiar and unobtrusive in its subtleness, but strong enough to shield her from the sharp onslaught of distracting smells.

It seemed to grow stronger the closer they got to the center of the large room where the rest of the tributes were gathered in a semi-circle, waiting. It was here that everyone's scent was most concentrated, and Katniss surmised that her and Peeta's glands were working overtime to push out deterrent pheromones.

And from the way that all but a few of the tributes surveyed them quickly, but then turned away after pulling in discreet and not-so-discreet inhales of their scents, she thought that their scenting strategy might be working.

All the tributes were wearing some variation of the jumpsuit she and Peeta had on, the only difference being their district numbers. The group was made up of a variety. People of different heights builds, and appearances. Some immediately stood out, like the giant male from District 2 who was projecting a bored but superior air, or the dark-skinned boy from 11 who stood near the back and projected the aura of some kind of large cat stealthily watching its prey. Then there were the Omegas. Most of them seemed to cower behind their district partner Alphas, trying to make themselves invisible, but a few of them stood apart. The most obvious being the smirking blond-haired and green-eyed female from District 1. She was practically licking her chops as she surveyed the gathering of Alphas. Then there was the short brunette from District 2 with a wicked gleam in her eye. She didn't look at the Alphas hungrily like they were something she wanted to eat. But she did look like she might enjoy cutting them up into bite-sized pieces.

There was also the red-headed girl from District 5 who gave off an air of independence from her district partner. She seemed to take in each tribute methodically, observing them like they were something to study under a microscope.

Beyond the half ring of tributes, a tall, athletic woman dressed in a long sleeve black collared shirt with the official crest of Panem stitched over her heart stood at the focal point of the room.

"In two weeks 23 of you will be dead. One of you will be alive. Who that is depends on how well you pay attention over the next five days. Particularly to what I'm about to say. First, no fighting with the other tributes. You'll have plenty of time for that in the arena. Second, coercive scenting is forbidden during training. If any tribute is caught scenting another without their permission, there will be severe penalties. Aside from those rules, there are only four compulsory exercises. The rest will be individual training. My advice is don't ignore the survival skills. Everyone wants to grab a sword but most of you will die from natural causes. 10% from infection, 25% from dehydration. Exposure can kill as easily as a knife....."

. . .

Haymitch had been right about all the Alpha posturing. As soon as the head trainer concluded her speech, most Alphas headed for the weapon racks or the heavy training equipment.

About half of the Omegas followed their partners like meek shadows. The other half indulged in some posturing of their own before flouncing off to circle some of the more dominant-looking Alphas.

Katniss noticed several lurkers of both designations orbiting her and Peeta as they quietly discussed which station to visit.

"Where would you like to start?" Peeta asked, expression sober and vigilant.

She looked around at the Career Tributes who caught her eye earlier. They were engaged in an overt display of one-up-manship. One was swinging a sword, enthusiastically lobbing off appendages from the training dummies with quick and brutal strokes, another was throwing a spear dead center in the outline of human silhouettes on posters taped to the training center wall. And so it went, with each of the Careers seemingly determined to start the day off with an obvious show of intimidation.

The rest of the tributes busied themselves with their first lessons in axe or knife throwing.

"Suppose we tie some knots." She replies, eyes flicking up to his for half a second.

"Right, you are," Peeta agrees, holding her gaze for a moment before turning to find the proper station and trainer.

. . . . As the first hour passed, Katniss was able to determine that all of the trainers were betas. They smelled neutral in comparison to the strong scents of the tributes.

It was an intelligent choice, she thought. 24 unmated Alphas and Omegas in one (albeit large) room was probably a heady enough cocktail of hormones and pheromones as it was without adding to the mix.

Even though she had the security of Peeta's scent blanketing her, and the added assistance of the suppressant working to calm her, Katniss still felt on edge. A niggling feeling pricked at the back of her neck and it was getting harder and harder to ignore, no matter how diligently she tried to concentrate on tying knots.

Instinctually she turned her head to peer over her shoulder. Her eyes immediately met the glacial supercilious stare of the colossal Alpha from District 1, named Cato. He was fair-skinned, fair-haired, and blue-eyed, like Peeta, but that was where their similarities ended. He was by far the largest Alpha in the room. While many of the other male tributes were well over 6 feet tall, the giant brute was closer to 7 feet tall, if Katniss were to guess. His height and intimidating physicality were only rivaled by the male from District 11, Thresh. Thresh for his part kept to himself and his District partner, unobtrusively perusing the stations with mild interest. Cato, however, sauntered around the training room with undisguised and seemingly unchallenged dominance.  He didn't appear to be able to exhibit a shred of anything but pure animosity, even with the trainers. His District partner, the short brunette with the malevolent smile roamed as a free agent, her demonstration with the throwing knives having secured her status as an Omega to be wary of. That and her scent hadn't been twinged with even one iota of fear or anxiety as any of the other female tributes had.

Katniss turned her head away abruptly, to cut off the staring match when she felt her own scent shift toward discomfort.

Katniss knew Peeta felt that something was amiss because he stiffened beside her. He looked over in the direction she had been looking in and Katniss knew Peeta had found Cato still staring at them because Peeta let out a low growl under his breath.

Without thinking, she placed her hand over his well-muscled forearm.

"Remember what Haymitch said." She reminded in a quiet voice.

Peeta's jaw locked with tension for a moment, but then he deliberately turned his head away from Cato's challenging stare.

Katniss breathed a sigh of relief, but she was surprised when Peeta's strong hands lightly maneuvered her to the side, out of Cato's line of sight.

She frowned at Peeta in annoyance and moved out of his grasp pointedly. She couldn't tolerate that kind of Alpha nonsense. She might be an Omega, but she wasn't a child to be coddled and pushed out of harm's way.  

"Haymitch said we shouldn't turn our backs on them," Peeta explained before she could open her mouth to tell him off.

She looked back to the spot Cato had just vacated, walking off in search of easier prey perhaps, and then back to Peeta.

His expression was sheepish, but not wholly repentant.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Next time just tell me, and I'll move." She replied tightly.

Peeta nodded and then turned around to scan the room again, ever vigilant. . . . .

[reynarenn]

i never thought i could love a game this much and then I saw RTgame play Slay the Princess one day. So when our prof told us to make a poster for our assignment guess what I immediately jumped to do.

@blacktabbygames i love your game so much I am so incredibly normal about it and I await in both anticipation and fear for the Pristine Cut

[prokopetz]

My controversial game design opinion is that "environmental storytelling" should be actually, tangibly present within the game's environments. Hitting the player with a paragraph of lore every time they click on a random item in their inventory is not environmental storytelling – it's just hiding an epistolary novel in your game's UI.

[catboy-beckett]

Kim Kitsuragi is a fascinating character because there's not that much fun or interesting or compelling about him. And yet somehow over the course of playing Disco Elysium the game rewires your fucking brain around him. He's the middest man you've ever seen in both appearance and personality but at some point he says something kind to you or something critical of you and you feel like you just got hit by a truck and you need his approval like you need oxygen and like how tf did this happen. what are you

[highoncatfood]

not a single brain cell on this ship